#the more relaxed i get about it the better i do overall but then i also choke more often fjsjd so you win some you lose some

[stubbedt0e]

★ Pairing: Ren (14dwy) x Reader

★ Tags: Established relationship, internal doubts, fluff, overall lighthearted

★ Word count: 3.5k

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

When the sun’s rays first seeped through the curtains of your rather mundane apartment, your first thought wasn’t the fact that today was Valentine’s Day. But it was whether you have work today or not.

You didn’t hate your job but it does get tiring after a while…but the comfort of your hometown and familiar faces always made each day special. Be it Elanor’s clumsy little mishaps, Violet ranting about her apartment being just as run-down as yours or Jae’s silly bright smile greeting you on the street. You enjoyed it..you loved your life in this little beachside town. And one person who made it even better was none other than the absolute sweetheart of your life, Ren, your dearest boyfriend.

…wait…Ren..

You immediately turn to your side to find your sleeping darling, his lips slightly parted as locks of soft pink hair draped his perfect face. But unlike your lovely boyfriend’s relaxed expression, your expression was more of a feeling of doom.

Right..it was his birthday, and you completely forgot to get something for him.

Knowing Ren, he probably would smile and appreciate the bare minimum fact that you remembered his birthday..but you couldn’t just push his almost non-existent self-esteem deeper into the hole.

“Mmgh..Angel?”

The groggy morning voice of your pink-haired beloved calls to you, pulling you back to reality. You were panicking over the impending sense of doom so much you forgot unless you tell him to leave you alone, he probably wouldn’t quit acting like a little duckling always following it’s mother.

“U-uh..yeah..Ren..haha..”

You stuttered. You didn’t expect them to actually notice that you had something in your mind but of course they realized it right away. Even with his barely awoken mind, he appreciated every single detail of you and noticed it like it was some sort of intricate detail of a painting drawn by a famed artist.

“Is something wrong..? You seem worried..”

His puppy-like soft blue eyes met yours. He was too adorable..

“Uh no, cupcake..”

“Cupcake? Haha..is that a special nickname, Angel? You usually call me something else.”

He let out a soft chuckle. Yeah, it was true..you called him either by his name or that silly nickname Teo gave him. But that aside, his smiling face and gentle blue eyes under the morning sun looked..ethereal almost. Like straight out of a romance movie.

“Well..”

“No worries, Angel..I love it..Anything from you is good for me.”

From you..RIGHT-

You still needed to find something to gift him. Maybe you hade to pretend you dodn’t remember his birthday to surprise him more? But unlike others who would constantly drop hints about it being their’s birthday, he would just go on with you, pretending the special day never even existed.

Your boyfriend was an enigma who somehow wore his heart on the sleeves of his beige cardigan…so easy to read, yet it felt like you had yet to discover many things about him.

“Happy Valentine's Day, Ren.”

You managed to put on a smile and wish him despite the many thoughts running in your head. However what you didn’t expect was his expression going from a small surprise, clear by the slight widening of his eyes, to the most genuine smile ever.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my angel..You truly are an angel on earth.”

There he goes again..Not like you minded it or anything. It was honestly pleasing to have someone always be with you, no matter what happens, and appreciate you unconditionally.

“You know, Angel..I never saw the point in celebrating loving and passion at all before you. For me..it was like an unnecessary chore. Because deep inside..I felt..numb? Hollow almost. You don’t see the point in celebrations anymore if you feel that way..”

Despite his almost successful attempts in masking his true emotions, you could tell behind it was just a broken soul. You tried your best to comfort him and tell him how he mattered. He appreciated it..and pretended to do as you said. But deep down you knew how he felt.

“I love you, Angel..I truly do..you make me complete..”

He pulled you into a warm embrace. His soft scent filled your nostrils..it was comforting and familiar. Soft, gentle lips placed a kiss on your temple. It was a small act of love but you could tell it was truly and genuine.

“Love you too..”

Both of you get up from bed, stretching your bodies. But you could focus less on stretching because this absolutely gorgeous human being was right beside you, his beautiful expressions making your heart flutter every time.

“Hey Ren..uh”

“Yeah, angel?”

You could at least wish him a good morning by making breakfast, even if it was small, he would appreciate it.

“You lay down today, mhm? I will make breakfast.”

“But, angel-”

“Shush..the least I can do for my boyfriend is to make him breakfast for the day of love~”

That certainly sounded corny..but looking at Ren, he was smitten.

“Angel..I.. don’t wanna trouble you but you are willing to do this much for me..I..I don’t know how to express how much it means to me..���

And there he was..slowly turning into a tomato. You leaned in and placed a small kiss on his lips just to fuel the fire. You swore the moment his lips came in contact with yours, he let out a tiny squeak. You wasted no time going to the kitchen, leaving him all alone with his probably short-circuiting brain.

Making your way to your kitchen, you finally had space to plan out what to get for him. He was well-off compared to you. You saw his high-end apartment. Deep down, you felt a bit self-conscious about if your gift would be good for him or not..despite knowing the fact that he would love it regardless. It was more of a lingering doubt in your mind.

You didn’t bother with a masterpiece, michelin 5-star breakfast. Whatever you made was simple and could be easily cooked by someone with no cooking skills. Well..food is food.

“Maybe a sketchbook..he does like to draw..but he has much better paper..”

“Nevermind..maybe another cardigan..he does like to wear warmer clothes always..but seriously..who gifts clothing for birthdays these days..”

“Hmm..maybe a haruko figurine? He definitely would love one!”

So many ideas..yet somehow, each one didn’t feel right..What would Ren even like for his birthday..

Another excuse for an existential crisis soon occurred..did you not know your boyfriend at all?

‘Ahhh! What do I doooo?!”

“Angel-?”

You nearly jumped as you heard the masculine voice from behind you. It was just Ren..You sighed in relief.

“Uh hey, hun..”

“Is everything really okay..? You have been acting strange..”

Quick..make an excuse

“Uh yeah..! Haha..I’m fine! Promise..”

Ren didn’t buy it..the concerned look on his face said enough. But for now he decided to drop the topic.

“If you say so..”

Okay..maybe you can make up an excuse to quickly ask him what he likes..This is gonna be so awkward..

“Hey..Ren!”

“Yeah..?”

“Been wondering lately..is there anywhere we can go to do some fun activities..? Y’know..like arcade or museum..”

He slightly tilted his head. If he said he enjoys anything as long as it’s with you, you swore you-

“Actually yeah..I do wanna do something with you if you don’t mind..”

Ok..good progress..

“I wanna go to the beach and spend our valentine’s day there..if you don’t mind of cours! I won’t mind anything you do-”

‘’Ren..this is about you, not me. Please? I want to make you feel special..you are special to me..”

He just awkwardly moved his eyes away from you..It was a bit out of his comfort zone to have all the attention on himself. He always made you the star of his eyes, giving you the time to shine as he watched you like the stars in the sky. You wanted him to be your equal..not your pet almost..

“Ren..I want this day to be special for us..if you let me..’’

“How could I ever say no to you, angel..”

You decided to ignore whatever he muttered for now. You both sat down at the table to eat and you saw Ren practically swoon at the bread covered in jelly. It was cute.

“Hm? Love the food?”

His eyes immediately went in your direction. He nodded like a happy little puppy, chewing down the food. Forget the food, the absolute cuteness happening before you was better than anything. You decided to rest your chin on your palm and enjoy the sight of him appreciating the bare minimum from you.

Probably feeling eyes on him, he looks back at you.

“Is..something on my face..?”

You chuckled and shook your head.

“Nope..just watching how adorable you are.”

Sounds of laughter filled the room, you could get used to this..you could get used to enjoying mornings with him. You truly loved him.

bzzt!

The sudden vibration from your phone made you look towards its direction. Picking it up, you saw it was none other than Moth, with their usual memes to wish you a happy Valentine’s Day. You chuckled at it before typing up a response, but just as you were about to do so, you saw an upcoming video call from them.

Looking at Ren, his expression looked like a combination of shock and annoyance at someone interrupting your tender morning together. You sighed and picked up the call.

“Mooooorning!”

Moth’s cheerful voice greets you as you see the smiling face of your friend on the screen and it was infectious. You felt your lips curving into a smile as well.

“What are you doing on this day~ Ohh~? *sniff* *sniff* Is that love in the air?”

Of course they knew Ren would be here with you.

“Is pookie bear Haruko right across you? Hmm? Heyyyy, pooks! Happy valentines day to you too~ Take good care of my bestie, alright?”

You saw Ren let out a sigh as well. Moth’s antics were exhausting for him, probably. He wasn’t the social type after all..which you always seemed to forget because of how he treated you.

“Anyways, you got any plans today?” Moth curiously asks.

“Probably gonna go on a date, yeah. You?”

“Me? Eh, I’m gonna read Haruko fanfics all day. He is my valentine, mind you!”

You chuckled at their words.

“Another year being single?”

You teased. Moth’s eyes widened.

“H-hey! Just because you got irl Haruko so easily doesn’t mean it’s the same for everyone, okay?! Hmph-!”

“Haha..sorry sorry. Good luck with your fanfics!”

“Aye aye, captain!”

Just like average Moth fashion, they hanged up first. You didn’t mind it, you liked your friend’s quirks. It’s what made them special.

“Ugh..”

You heard Ren letting out a groan. He looked like an angry, fluffy fox right now. You reached towards him and ruffled his hair. Ren just nuzzled into your touch.

“Mmm..”

Oh god, his cute little noises..You held yourself back from squishing his cheeks so bad.

And just like that, time passed by. Both of you showered, got dressed, and finally stepped out of that old, ragged building. Moth was right. Love was truly in the air..in the form of the smell of the sea, flowers, and sweet cakes mixed. Looking at the cakes, it made you remember you still had to surprise Ren…and pick a good gift for him.

But you can’t stress out now..

“Sunflowers in spring..?” You asked yourself.

“Seems like these were probably preserved using artificial methods or some sort of lab-grown flowers..?” Ren responded.

Ren did remind you of sunflowers..gentle and always facing you like you are his sun. As much as you wished you could gift him fresh flowers but seems like your only available option was these off-season artificially preserved ones.

You found yourself walking to the direction of the flower shop with Ren following you.

“How much for two sunflowers..?”

“20 dollars.” The almost rude tone of the woman selling the flowers threw you off-guard, not to mention the ridiculously high price. But it made sense for shopkeepers to raise up their price on special occasions.

“How about 10 for two?”

“Supply in demand, take it or leave it.”

Okay, this woman was seriously pissing you off. You looked at Ren and there was a dark glimmer in his eyes..as if he was really tempted to get violent.

“Let’s leave, Ren” You said before the situation esalated.

“B-but..”

“It’s fine, I’m not buying flowers filled with trashy chemicals.”

Ren seemed like he wanted to protest but he respected your decision. You both walked away from the shop, not even bothering to take another glance back at the woman.

As you two made your way to the more crowded parts of the city, you realized how festive it had become. Back when you were younger, you don’t remember valentine’s day being so hustling and bustling in the town. Seems like, Attack on Giants really made the seaside town a tourist attraction.

“Heyy!!”

You heard a familiar voice call out to you and you saw a flash of dyed blonde hair and a bright red shirt before you.

It’s Leon and Jae.

“Oh? Out on a date, sunfish?” Leon smiled.

“Hey, Ron..or wait was it Ron or Rin-”

“It’s Ren..” Ren’s almost monotonous response cut Jae off.

“Yeahhh! Ren! I couldn’t bag anyone so I took my favourite Aussie out. Bros before hoes.” Jae shook his head. Leon just sighed and shook his head.

“Where are you two headed at?”

You tried to vaguely answer Leon’s question. “Yeah, around town. What about you two?”

“Oh we are heading to the beach!” Jae winks and wraps his arm around Leon.

Ren’s face immediately turned dark. It was almost comical how everytime Ren and you were out on a date, you always get interrupted by these two somehow.

“I see..”

“Oh by the way! You know for they are selling venus shells and and conch shells for couples! Maybe you and Ron can buy ‘em for eternal love~!”

“It’s Ren.” Ren interrupted Jae again.

“Oops! Sorry! Hehe- OH LEON LOOK!”

Jae pointed in the direction of some sort of stree shop selling trinkets and practically dragged Leon there. Leon gave you and Ren a goodbye wave before getting dragged to wherever Jae was taking him.

After saying goodbye to your friends, your attention went to the sulking Ren. Poor Ren was getting interrupted by practically everyone whenever he planned to have a loving moment with you. As much as you wanted to laugh at this but you felt bad for him.

But you considered Jae’s recommendation. Something that symbolizes eternal love..something special..

Soon after both of you made your way to the beach. You didn't plan to get into the water and go for a swim however. So you both didn't bother getting swimwear for yourselves. But you did take off your shoes to feel the warm sea water on your feet.

The moment you stepped into the sand..you realized you made a mistake.

It was hot.

“Ow..ow!”

You yelped as you quickly put your shoes back on. But looking at the one beside you, you realized, he was nonchalantly standing on the hot sand.

“Ren! Put your damn shoes back on!”

It seemed like he was trying his best to mask the pain from the hot sand but as soon as he got your ‘command’, he immediately complied.

“S-sorry, angel..I thought you would hate it if I put on shoes..”

You sighed.

“You saw how I immediately put those back on..C'mon, Ren. You don't have to tolerate pain to please me..Let's go to somewhere with shade. I need to check if you somehow got blisters on your feet..”

He just gave you a nod and quietly followed your lead. You felt like somehow this special day for him..his birthday was just somehow going inherently bad for the poor guy.

Booking a beachside chair, you made him sit down on it and checked on his feet. It was mostly okay, just a bit of redness because of standing on hot sand for a bit.

But Ren, on the other hand, was flustered. He never expected you to take care of him like this..

“A-angel..I'm fine..really..”

“You sit down right there..I'm getting something cold.”

Making your boyfriend sit down on the chair like an obedient puppy, you walk towards one of the stalls selling water and ice cream and other snacks.

On your way, you see a familiar head of white hair with a certain blonde.

“Oh? Isn't that Norie's colleague?” Kiara and Violet approached you. “All alone on the beach today?” Kiara teased.

“Oh, hey, Vi and Kiara. No, I'm actually here with Ren.”

You point at the bright hair poking out of one of the beachside chairs.

“And it's his birthday and I'm trying to surprise him..but I have no idea what to get him.”

Violet seemed to ponder for a bit.

“What does he like?” the blonde asked.

You felt kinda awkward answering that..for obvious reasons.

“Well..I'm planning to gift him something special that..y'know..represents eternal love..”

“Ah! Yes! How about promised jewelleries? Matching ones? Kiara got us these necklaces hehe~”

Your eyes moved towards your neighbour's necklace. A silver necklace with a heart-shaped purple gem placed on it. Kiara wore something similar too, but with a green gem instead. You did have thoughts about matching jewellery for each other but it felt like it would be too much.

“You know, matching jewellery doesn't always have to be engagement-related, haha. You can always get your beloved a matching pair of jewellery. Even if it's small..they would appreciate it.”

Kiara's face was beaming with a smile, in contrast to Violet's blushing face. She just hides her face on the sleeves of her sweater.

“Aww, is my little flower shy?”

“K-kiara!”

You chuckle and bid farewell to the couple.

Jae's idea about eternal love..Kiara and Violet's matching jewellery. You seemed to have an idea what you might get for Ren.

When you return back from the shop, you bought two cans of cold soda and a popsicle for Ren. You knew he was probably overheating from that chunky cardigan of his.

“Ren..! I'm back. Lemme see.”

You wrapped the cold can of soda with tissue paper and placed it on his feet. Ren seemed weary despite your reassurance that it's fine, he still didn't seem to buy it.

After resting for a bit and chatting about different topics with the view of the beach, you two finally decide to leave. You could spot Jae, Leon and Teo on the beach goofing around, but Ren just rushed out of there. It was funny seeing him get so agitated at their constant interruptions.

But before you two left the beach, you called out.

“Ren..wait..”

The taller figure turns back to you and tilts his head. He was so cute..

“Yes, angel?”

“Here..”

Taking out the tiny box from your pocket, you open it. A dainty golden ring, with a venus shell and a tiny pearl placed on it.

After saying goodbye to Violet and Kiara, you went to a beachside souvenir shop. Pearls weren’t all that expensive on corland bay due to how plentiful it was. So you decided to buy that specific ring. Venus shell..the same shell the goddess of love emerged from..and a pearl..symbolizing pure love. Something befitting for Ren.

“Angel..”

“Not proposing to you, silly. I'd propose with a much prettier ring and on even a better spot..”

You didn't give Ren time to reply.

“Happy birthday, Ren..Thank you for being with me and loving me..”

You could see tiny crystalline drops forming on his eyes.

“Don't cry now..” You pat his head.

“Angel..I never expected you to remember my birthday. It's just..no one ever bothered to ever wish me on my birthday. Each birthday felt more like a constant reminder that I'm so..unimportant..”

“You aren’t unimportant, Ren.. You matter a lot to me..” You wiped off his tears. “Bet your family cares a lot too..”

“Hah..you would be surprised. But that's not important. Today is truly the first “Happy Birthday” I had. All because of you..”

He pulls you to a gentle embrace. The lingering smell of his cologne was comforting as always. Burying his face in your hair, he murmured. You could feel the smile forming on his lips. You felt yourself smiling too at this tenderness. It's perfect.

“Thank you so much, my angel. I will be here by your side. Always with you.”

[spacedlexi]

maybe if i just put these screenshots together youll understand why i think their relationship just Works so well as it pertains to the characters and themes of S4 in general

neither of them know what theyre doing, but theyre figuring it out Together. the old ways are dead. and together theyll build a new future thats worth fighting for

[msburgundy]

i am fighting for my life, i am so tired of my neck trying to destroy me lol

[fictionalmenxyn]

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬

Pairing: frat!rafe x sorority!reader

Warnings: SMUT, language, fingering, p in v, no mentions of protection (wrap it!), breeding, self pleasure (Rafe)

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You had come over to hang out with Rafe. You both haven’t seen each other since yesterday since college was busy for you both. Rafe needed his daily dose of you, so he spammed texted you to sleepover.

So here you were, lying in his bed. Wearing just his old football jersey and a pair of Calvin Kline underwear. You laid in his bed watching tv. Rafe was playing cod with the guys. His headset on but one ear off just in case you wanted to chat or needed anything. He sat in his gaming chair at his desk. His eyes glued to the monitor, but occasionally glanced over to you.

You watched the tv on his wall, enjoying the company and finding it funny how the boys talk in chat.

You felt drowsy, your eyelids felt heavier each blink. You moved your head into the pillow more, turning over to lay on your stomach as you went to sleep.

Rafe glanced over to you as he heard you shift around in bed. His eyes raked over you. Seeing the jersey had rode up resting on your kid back. Showing off one of his favourite things about you, your ass. He could stare at it all day if he could. His hands on it most of the time. But it was the fact that you laid in his bed. Tangled up in the covers, wearing his jersey. Looking peaceful and relaxed, that made him hard in his sweatpants.

He groaned as he looked down at his sweats, seeing the newly formed tent. He didn’t bother putting on boxers as he had only just got out of the shower and just wanted to throw something on. Besides he does it most of the time when he lounges around.

He turned his attention back to the game. Trying to calm down the hard on in his sweats. But he can’t help but look over to you every so often. He couldn’t do anything about it yet. You were asleep. And he wasn’t the type to do such things without you knowing. He knew better.

He moved his right hand over his bulge. His controller in his left hand. The guys and himself were in the lobby of the game. Some of the guys either going to the bathroom or getting snacks. He quickly muted himself.

Moving his hand into his boxers, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Stroking the long length of his as he thought about you sat on top of him on his gaming chair. Like you have many times.

He just couldn’t budge it. Not even his hand was helping anymore. He had enough. He was going to climb into bed and sleep it off. He quickly made an excuse for him to end the game with the guys. He logged off and turned his ps5 off.

He climbed into bed beside you. Pulling you close to him. Letting out a long sigh, he closed his eyes and tried to relax.

He soon fell asleep. Then to be only woken up at two in the morning. He groaned to himself when he felt his hips subconsciously grid against your side.

He was tried, so were you. But he had to get rid of it. And he’d know you’d most def would help him.

He brushed a few strands of hair out of your face. Then whispering in his deep husky tired voice “baby… need you to wake up f’me…”

You turned over, rubbing your eye “hm?”

He grinned softly “c’mon… I need some help… you looked so good in my jersey earlier… I couldn’t shift it…” he pressed his hard on against your hip to show you.

You resting your forehead against his lips “but ‘m tired, Rafey…” “I know, I know, could you just stay awake? I’ll do all the work… just relaxed and help me out, yeah?” God his voice did things to you no one could ever explain. His raspy along with the deep mess of the accent and his overall tone. Sent shivers down your spine.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your lips, then your neck. Gently turning you over and lifting your right thigh up more. He moved his hand along your side and down to your entrance.

His palm against you, already feeling your underwear to be damp. He smirked lazily “that’s my girl…” he moved his hand in slow, lazy circles.

You moaned softly, he pulled your underwear to the side. Moving his middle finger inside of you. He lazily pushed it in and out. Curling his finger every other time. You pushed your ass back into his hard on. Causing him to groan and rock his hips into you.

He slipped his ring finger into you next. Prepping you for him. Causing you to tiredly rock your hips against his hand.

He pulled his fingers away and move his hand into his sweats. He then tugged his sweats down just enough to let his cock out. He was hung. No doubt about it. All the girls in college would die to get what you got most nights. But you took it all the way each time. Nothing like the girls he had in the past. Nothing compares to you.

He ran his tip along your slit, gently pushing it inside. Causing you to moan softly. He went in, inch by inch.

He moved his hand to your jaw. Holding it and turn your head enough so he could kiss you. As he would lazily and slowly thrust in and out of you.

You liked this side of him. Most of the time you both were rough or loud. This was quiet and relaxing for a change.

He bit your bottom lip gently as he pulls away a little. He looked into your eyes with pure lust. His lips brushing against yours as he mumbled “so fucking tight f’me… best fucking pussy, all mine, baby, yeah? All mine…love it so much” you moaned softly. Looking into his eyes with tiredness and attraction. God the look you’re giving him right now drove him insane.

He kept moving his large length in you. He moved a little so he was on top of you more. Getting a better angle and also going deeper in you. Causing you to moan a little louder. He moved his left hand next to your head in the bed, stabilising himself. As his right went under the jersey and over your breast. Massaging your breast as he rest his forehead on the side of your head. He breathing heavy and ragged.

He felt you tighten around him, causing him to groan lowly “fuuuccckk…”

He picked up his pace, you were about to moan when he shoved his hand over your mouth gently. He whispered “gotta stay quiet, baby, I don’t want the guys hearing how good I make you feel… don’t wanna wake em up now, yeah?” You nodded.

As you feel your climax approaching, Rafe smirked. Knowing your body inside and out. He knew you were close. He picked up his pace more. The room filled with heavy breathing and cheek smacking.

Your jaw slackens as you tighten around him and finish. He groans “thaaatss it, come all over my cock, yeah? Mhm fuck, so hot…”

He moved his mouth to your ear “want me to come in ya? Want it, baby? I know you do, tell me, do you?” You nodded “yes, Rafey, want you too… so bad, please…” he smirked.

Feeling himself finishing in you was amazing. Knowing it was him that made you feel this good and him being the one to finish in you, was a dream to him.

He stayed there for a moment. Giving you a ‘thank you’ kiss. He mumbled against your cheek “thank you for helping, babe… did so good f’me… I’ll treat you in the morning, you don’t have class till the afternoon… I’ll eat you out all morning, hm? Wanna do it so bad, been craving you…”

You nodded eagerly, one of your favourite things he does was just that.

He gently pulled out, watching his seed go down your thigh. He grabbed some tissues on the side of his bed and wiped it. Knowing you’d probably not want to sleep with it all over you.

Tossing the tissue into the trash can. He laid back beside you. Pulling on his sweats again. And wrapping his arms around your waist. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you fall back asleep.

And best believe he kept his word for the next morning.

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[nymphaea-blue]

Love and Deepspace boys as dads

Info : 3.1k+ word count whole (around 650 - 900 per part), includes : Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, reader is female, reader and LIs are married, mentions of arguments, possible lore spoilers or slightly inaccurate lore references.

Notes : I did my best to keep the parts even :D They are all so supportive, I love the game because of this so I had to include that in the fic as well <3

Rafayel

﹒　⁺ I see him as a girl dad, he would probably have twins.

﹒　⁺ He loves his little daughters more than anything! They are the light of his day, even when they mess up sometimes. He has no issues taking care of them if you aren't able to because of missions.

﹒　⁺ Rafayel would be very patient. Yes, he has his moments when even he loses a little control, but overall your kids would be well behaved so there rarely were moments when he needed to get angry at them.

﹒　⁺ The playful type. He likes to take them out somewhere fun, perhaps to go swimming or maybe to a nearby amusement park, or even on a small vacation in a different country with you by their side of course.

﹒　⁺ They would be half lemurians! The girls are naturally excellent swimmers and they are very loyal, as well as interested in arts, but they look human and don't have a tail. He loves to sing them lullabies in Lemurian and he would try to teach them a little about Lemuria as well.

﹒　⁺ After they grew up, he was even more invested in their lives. He knew all the drama, everything that was happening in school and you bet if your daughters ever came home crying he would be quick to do something about it. Rafayel would also not mind doing skincare with all of you! He did it even before he knew you (in this lifetime) so now he just got to do it with the entire family.

﹒　⁺ He still makes sure the two of you get plenty of time together and he takes you out on dates, even well after he became your husband. He does his best to split the responsibility 50/50 but with how frequent his exhibitions seem to be, it’s hard, though he is always fully supportive of you and appreciates the effort you make for the family.

“Mommy look, look!” Your daughters called out to you as you were relaxing on a towel nearby. Since you were free from work and Rafayel finished his pieces for the exhibition, it was a perfect day to spend it on the beach, especially because the weather was warm and it was right in front of your home anyways.

As you looked over at where the girls were, you could see a sandcastle being built, with your husband, Rafayel, helping them with it. It was very visible which parts Rafayel worked on and which ones the girls did, but it was endearing since they tried to replicate what he did. 

“Awh, it looks wonderful! Good job, girls!” You cheered them on, they were trying their best and it was all that mattered, they had fun with their dad too, it wasn't surprising since they got a little bit of his artistic spirit from him.

“Heyy, I'm here helping them as well, you know.” Your husband pouted playfully as he got up and walked towards your resting spot.

He kissed your forehead gently after he adjusted your parasol to make sure the sun won't blind you.

“How are you doing, cutie?” He checked in on you, the beach day was also a way for you to take a break and relax, with constant either work or motherhood activities you felt very tired out as of late so Rafayel decided that he would keep the girls busy for a while so you would be able to relax a little. He does his best to help out daily but you understand that he is in fact a world famous painter so his job does keep him busy sometimes. “Much better, thank you Rafayel.” “Don’t thank me, I’m your husband and they are my kids too you know. Just let me know if you ever need a break, okay? I don’t mind ignoring Thomas every once in a while if it means I can spend some more time with my favourite girls.”

Zayne

﹒　⁺ I think he would have both a girl and a boy, with around a 4 year gap between them.

﹒　⁺ Ever since your oldest son was born, he took a lot more rest days from his job. His job was important, yes, but family came first, especially after you got pregnant with a second child. Zayne was very active in their lives and he was there to keep the entire family in check - especially when it came to health.

﹒　⁺ I think he picks up the kids from school almost daily and he is never late. He makes them school lunch while you handle breakfast for the family and later on he gets the kids dressed when you prepare yourself for the day. The responsibility is very even and no one feels left out or overworked.

﹒　⁺ He fully believes in raising kids to be smart, kind and helpful but also responsible. I feel like he would be against giving them a phone or access to the internet before he was sure they would be ready for it and even after they get it, he would remind them to not spend all day on the internet and he would do his best to go out with the kids so they would be able to play around outside.

﹒　⁺ Zayne never gets mad at the kids, he just can’t. Even if something does happen, he handles it with a straight face and a calm voice while he helps them to navigate the difficult situation. The only time he would get slightly annoyed at them would be if they dare to disrespect you - he is a firm believer that since you gave birth to them and took care of them so well, they should respect you, no questions asked.

﹒　⁺ The twins make frequent visits to his office, he just can't say no to them when they come in… He is still very professional and will make them wait in the waiting room if he has a patient but otherwise they are free to hang out with him and he likes to teach them about his job.

﹒　⁺ He is a little sad to see your kids get older. It's amazing that they are becoming more mature and responsible but he also has a hard time keeping up with them after they become teens. 

  “Okay, open up, you need to take this for your fever.” Zayne said, his tone fully professional, his doctor mode still on it seemed. The kids caught a cold and your husband was extremely worried about this, though it was also cute to see him like that.

“Noo, this will taste horrible!” 

“Yeah, it always does!”

The siblings said almost in unison, and your poor lover just sighed in response. It felt like the hundredth time he tried to get them to take their medicine but it always needed lots of fighting for them to do so. Deciding that it was enough of watching Zayne suffer, you entered the room.

“Sweethearts, you need to take this like your daddy says so, you don’t want to be sick all the time, do you?” You tried to persuade them sweetly as you sat down next to them on the bed to bring them some comfort. “I’m not taking this, it tastes like toothpaste!” “Besides, if I’m sick I can skip school.”

“..What if I give you sweets?” You decided to take a different approach, it was bound to work. Your kids instantly agreed of course, it would help to fix the taste of the medicine and it would be like a little reward to them and hopefully, they would get better soon. Your husband just watched in slight disbelief that the attempt worked.

“Giving them sweets after doing something they should do anyways can teach them bad habits.” “Do you want some too?” “... Yes.”

Xavier

﹒　⁺ I think he would have a little boy, one kid is plenty enough but he also thinks about having a girl in the future as well.

﹒　⁺ He was the one to take care of him after he was born and he let you rest instead. Xavier treasures his sleep a lot but when your little star wakes up, he is the one to get up from the bed and cuddle him to sleep again.

﹒　⁺ I think he would read him bedtime stories as well, though you often find him asleep with the book in his hand. It was adorable, really, because somehow he could fall asleep while taking care of him but who were you to complain, at least you could rest a little.

﹒　⁺ Xavier would prefer to take care of the kid most of the time and let you work or hang out with your friends (just not Charlie perhaps). He is still your partner at work of course and whenever at least one of you isn’t at home, you hire a nanny to care for the little sunshine. But overall, he takes a lot of the responsibility, though he loves every single moment of it because he never thought that he would be able to live long enough to see a little clone of you and him combined sleep so softly in his arms.

﹒　⁺ He is very protective of your kid, just as much as he is about you. Xavier does his best to keep him away from wanderers, he doesn’t even want your child to look at them because the little one will have nightmares later on. Whenever a wanderer attack does happen, he handles it with ease and then checks up on the two of you, he is always so worried as well

﹒　⁺ When it comes to parenting, he would look like a relaxed type, but he is very protective. During childhood he is very fun and relaxed, he lets him play around and explore and has no issue going to the cinema or to a playground with him. Teenage years are a different world though, especially if your kid gets a partner - you bet he will do a background check on them, their parents, their ancestors, whatever, just to make sure they are enough for your son.

﹒　⁺ He handles any upset situations with ease and a mostly calm face, he does his best to talk with your kid and explain the situation before trying to even punish him somehow. Afterwards however, in the comfort of your bedroom, you see that he is disturbed by those conversations often and he might get more clingy and more silent after this. It just pains him whenever your kid does something bad and mostly because later on he has to do something about this. Worry not, however, give him a few kisses and reassuring words and he will be asleep in your arms in no time, almost like a baby.

“... and then the knight saved the princess. The end.” “Read me another one daddy!” You came back from a night out a few minutes ago, but the sight of your husband reading a bedtime story to your son was so cute you couldn’t help but observe from the door. Though soon enough, Xavier noticed you and you swore the room almost got a little lighter after he saw you there all alive and well.

“Welcome back, dinner is ready if you are hungry. I will heat it up for you in a second after I finish here.” He greeted you with a smile after you came closer to them, he leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips as a welcome gift.

“No need, I can heat it up on my own, do you want some as well?” You asked him, it would be nice to eat with him, spend some quality time together. All you wanted to do was rest in his arms, to be honest.

“Sure, I can eat a little. Heat up a portion for me too please.” You nodded, it was nice that he agreed, at least you would have some company and you would be able to tell him about all that happened on the night with your friends. You were working hard lately and Xavier was actually the one to propose that idea to you. Your gaze soon drifted to the little one in his bed, already all tucked in and looking sleepy. “Hey baby, I missed you.” You gently kissed his forehead and he murmured something in return, it was clear he was close to falling asleep. “I will go to the dining room soon, just have to finish putting this one to bed.” You nodded and headed to the kitchen to head up the food for the two of you. After about ten minutes though, you noticed that he still hadn't come, you even managed to change into your pajamas already but he was nowhere to be seen so you decided to check your son's bedroom again.

Sure enough, you found Xavier, asleep with a book in his hand while he leaned against your son's bed. You smiled and covered him gently with a blanket.

You sure loved this sleepy star of yours.

Sylus

﹒　⁺ He would have twins 100% and more kids too if you are up for it. It would probably be two girls.

﹒　⁺ He is a rich dad. He buys them whatever they want, but he makes sure not to spoil them too much so they will still be respectful towards hard work and money. If they ever need something for their school trip or perhaps their hobby, he will often buy them it. Their birthdays or holidays are very prosperous and full of joy, Sulus gets the best gifts for everyone because there is no better use of his money than to make his own family happy.

﹒　⁺ Sylus does his best to not get kids into his dark business, they don’t need to worry their pretty heads about it. He keeps them a secret, only Luke and Kieran know and oftentimes, he actually orders them to stay at the mansion and keep the kids and you safe in case something happens when he is away on business. 

﹒　⁺ Disrespect isn’t something that he would tolerate, but he handles it well. Sylus is cold during those talks, because he thought the two of you raised them better, but he understands that the kids make mistakes sometimes and he tries to make them realise their mistakes. In the end, he can never be too harsh on them, he tries but he is too much of a softie when it comes to your kids. 

﹒　⁺ You take care of the kids most of the time and pick them up from school. Sylus is a busy man, you knew this even before you got married so it was fine. He however feels guilty that he can’t spend as much time with them as he would like so he tries to make this up to them and you as much as possible. If you ever tell him that you need a break and feel tired then you already know that he suddenly has the next day off and he is up and with the kids the entire time while you get sent to a spa or on vacation somewhere.

﹒　⁺ He would try to help them with homework after they enter school, but he is always so confused about this. Don’t get him started on arts and music, he doesn’t understand this at all and he doesn’t know how one even teaches such a subject when it comes to the talent and abilities of the individuals, which not all have (like him).

﹒　⁺ I think the kids would somehow get some of his dragonic traits. They love to hoard things like toys or your jewelry in their room, they get so annoyed when you give one sibling more attention than the other and of course, they even look a lot more like Sylus rather than you. The cocky bastard has strong genes. Of course they can’t have a tail, horns or wings, but the twins dressed up as dragons once for halloween and Sylus was ready to cry on the spot.

   Currently you were at the table, drawing with the twins as an afterschool activity. The entire day was a bit hectic, you had a hard mission at work, then you had to rush to pick the kids up, the girls got into a little bit of trouble at school so you had to listen to the teacher scold them which sucked and now they were very energetic after school while you were absolutely drained. You did your best to appear happy, it wasn’t all their fault that the day sucked so much for you and you didn’t want to take it out on them. “I’m home, girls.” Sylus said as he finally, finally came back. He left yesterday morning and didn’t come back until now. You missed him and were worried despite knowing he would be able to handle himself. The girls ran up to him for hugs immediately.

“Daddy! Where were you? We missed you!” The girls said and then they eagerly began to talk to him about what he missed. Such energetic kids they were.

You just watched, resting your elbows on the table, you had a moment of rest it seemed.

Sylus, who noticed that you didn’t go up to greet him, hurried the girls to their room for a moment before he approached you. “Hey there, kitten. Missed me?” He asked as he gave you a kiss and a slight side hug as he noticed how tired you looked. “I did, you sure took your sweet time to come back.” You responded, with a little more bite than you wanted. But Sylus didn’t get mad, rather he seemed worried.

  “How are you holding up? Did the girls give you trouble?” “A little. I’m just… tired, it was a rough day.” You sighed, you didn’t try to hide that you were exhausted, it was visible and you knew he would do his best to help so there was no point.

“I see… how about I take them somewhere fun now, get them to use up all their energy so they will go to sleep nicely and then later on, we can spend some time together, hm? You just rest right now, catch up on some sleep and selfcare.” He proposed while he rubbed your shoulder. He knew taking care of kids could be exhausting sometimes so he would be more than happy to let you rest now and then treat you someplace nice later on. 

“That sounds nice, thank you Sylus..” “Don’t thank me, just go rest, I will take care of our little angels."

[gothicada]

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first pac for this page!

content will include romance, career, finances and your future of 2025!

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THE PILES:

[PILE ONE, PILE TWO AND PILE THREE [LEFT TO RIGHT].

PILE ONE

❦ FUTURE OVERALL? ⬎

CARDS ⟶ {6 OF COINS, THE LOVERS VI, THE SUN XIX, ACE OF WANDS, STILLNESS XII and THE STAR XVII}.

♇ this pile will likely have a really good future, a lot of working, a lot of potential and attention being given, they would be a feeling of balance and gratitude, feeling happy, and even getting into relationships, or feeling more confident, better about yourself, there could be something you achieve, that you won't expect to achieve, and you could feel like your voice and needs are being heard.

♇ you could be gaining attention, intuitively i am hearing people from this pile could be manifesting new beginnings, new opportunities, and you will see them coming your way quickly, specifically since the ace of wands is in this pile. a lot could be going on for these people, but mainly good things, like partying and being around loved ones. people who chose this pile might've felt insecure about not feeling needed but those negative thoughts are likely going to go away. there's 2 sixes in the reading, and when that happens it means something favourable will be coming your way, new people in your life that have pure intentions, and having the ability to relax.

♇ im happy for this pile, because there's pure happiness here, seeing the world differently, instead of seeing the world as half empty, people who have picked this pile will start to see the world as half empty. starting new chapters with less stress and actually believing in yourself, starting over and not looking back, this spread also speaks of being more sexually expressive, trying out new things you havent thought about doing before.

♇ as this is a pile that likely going to start something new, you guys will be starting something new that you wouldnt expect. people who picked this pile will start to see something differently, and even be more happy about life, good things will be coming their way, there could be something you might sacrifice, like a habit, a person or something, but doing this would be for the greater good.

♇ whatever you would be sacrificing, would make you feel like a huge weight would be lifted ff your shoulders, maybe people who picked this pile would be letting go of a friend that was draining, but it's likely something you were supposed to be doing moments ago, and you could be stepping into something that aids you to express your creative side, whether it be drawing, singing acting or anything make-up/fashion oriented, you will be happy.

shuffled songs ⟶ [lovin you by minnie riperton, bonbon by era istrefi and ouragan by mattyeux featuring videoclub].

❦ ROMANCE OVERALL? ⬎

CARDS ⟶ {Six of Cups, THE CHARIOT VII, Eight of Swords, King of Coins, Four of Swords and Nine of Cups}.

♇ overall, the romantic life will be sweet, could be getting into a relationship with someone who makes you feel warm and protected, a bond where the two of you would be very understanding with each other, a lot of yearning going on between both sides, but the six of cups and the chariot does imply that it could be someone you've spoken to before, or someone who might remind you of the past. [the chariot is ruled by cancer/moon].

♇ some people who have picked this pile could be in long-lasting situationships, connections you can easily get yourself out of, but you're stubborn to let go because of the past and memories you made with such person. people who have picked this pile might have a negative outlook in their romantic love life, could think they're not loveable but even though this can sound cliche, this could be happening because you're actually not putting yourself out there.

♇ because the people who picked this pile actually have so much potential to be in a good relationship, but if you are someone who has the potential to get into a relationship, whoever you will get with could be really scared of losing you, they could be the type to do anything to keep you close to them, though with the lack of wands here, they're likely lowkey about it, but they'll show it through little things, like urging you to stay, be with them all the time etc.

♇ if you are someone who could be going through complications because of a relationship, i do see the likelihood of everything calming down. even though the four of swords can speak of stress, it usually changes wherever it is beside, because it is between the king of coins and the nine of cups, i see a sense of relax, if you are someone who could be getting a significant other, this person would be very calming, will know what you like, what makes you tick etc.

♇ you will be feeling comfortable, and could even be indulging in sex, self-pleasure if you remain single. what im seeing for this pile, is that no matter what happens in the end you'll be okay, because you will be emotionally fulfilled with, or without a partner, and you will feel pretty and look beautiful! if you do get with someone, it's likely someone who is successful/very attractive.

shuffled songs ⟶ [bitch by allie x, washing machine heart by mitski and oxygene by fally ipupa].

❦ OCCUPATION OVERALL? ⬎

CARDS ⟶ {JUDGEMENT XX, ARES IV, JUSTICE XI, Ten of Cups, THE FATES X and DEATH XIII}.

♇ interesting spread, people who have picked this pile would be doing really well. a big transformation happening to these people, i do think whatever you are doing you would be an inspiration to those around you, they would be learning from you, adoring you, and if this is about school, you could be doing really great. you could be finding a calling, one you didnt expect, but it'll come to you.

♇ whatever occupation you are doing will lead you to much success, you could be someone who might have a guide, or you will be the guide as i have insinuated in the last paragraph, but whatever you will be doing will bring you happiness. you wouldnt expect this, especially with death being at the end, and this doesnt mean it's a bad thing, it'll just be totally different to what you are used to now, so it might take you some time to get used to.

♇ the occupation you get yourself into will make you feel belonged, because your thoughts/ideas would be things people would take seriously. you will be able to provide for yourself, but i do warn you to handle your finances with logic and practicality, even if you will likely get good finances, do be aware with how you manage your excitement with your money.

♇ if you are someone who is struggling, there's a big chance this occupation will get you back to your feet, if you are someone who is working at a job, you would likely get a raise, something unexpected but good will happen for you, and it's something that was always supposed to happen, there are some cards here that likely scares other people, but many of the end outcomes will be good, trust me. there's 2 tens in the reading and this usually means that there can be and ending but it'll open to a new good beginning, you'll see that everything happens is for the best. there's also 2 zeros here and it speaks of countless possibilities.

♇ and i know the death card here is really scary, but it strengthens my idea of a new beginning happening for these people, something that'll make you happy and understand that you should allow life to handle itself, it'll teach these people that you shouldnt force things to go one way because it'll disrupt the process. there's also a lot of 1 numerology here and this is another beacon of a new beginning, be happy for yourself pile 1! :)

shuffled songs ⟶ [show me how by men i trust, say yes to heaven by lana del rey and save your tears by the weeknd featuring ariana grande].

PILE TWO

❦ FUTURE OVERALL? ⬎

CARDS ⟶ {Four of Wands, Five of Swords, Five of Wands, THE FATES X, Ten of Coins and Queen of Wands}.

♇ well, you are in for a ride pile two, but in the end everything will work out for you guys. there could be complications happening with the family, someone spiteful, or you being upset about something, or a relative just bringing issues that causes chaos. you could be someone who might have a bad experience with someone, but for this pile i am feeling it could be a cousin/family? someone who might get away with many things because people are used to their behaviour.

♇ not a really good spread in the beginning, but everything will be just fine, as the end does have the ten of coins and the queen of wands. but this pile can be competing for something? having to prove yourself to someone, to a bunch of people, so you can get accepted for a status/role? if this is not a conflict you already know is happening, then it is likely someone randomly expressing their anger towards something that they have bottled up for a moment, could be you.

♇ you would feel like you are continuously going through ups and downs, you don't know what the week would have in store for you because it feels like it wants to whoop you, but i think the conflict that would be happening would be conflict you might have been stalling for a long time, so it was bound to happen. some of these people who have chosen this pile might find it hard letting go of people. there are 2 fives here, and when that happens it usually means conflict and having the themes of getting rid of instability and accepting change.

♇ though when all of that shit is done and dusted, you will feel relieved and released and happy to accept that positive change that wants to make way into your life. even if the ten of wands is not here i see the likelihood of prior challenges then you receiving a glow up because of it. whether it be glow up with your personality or looks, either way you will be feeling good about yourself :).

♇ like when this is all over, you would be feeling like you are the hottest shit in town, as i said in the previous paragraph, glow up of the century. and you could find yourself speaking to a woman in your family more, perhaps they're someone who had conflict with the family and they would be telling their side of the story? its very specific, but either way, there'll be a woman in your life that'll be very important.

shuffled songs ⟶ [under your spell by snow strippers, your face by wisp and sour switchblade by elita].

❦ ROMANCE OVERALL? ⬎

CARDS ⟶ {Queen of Wands, Princess of Coins, Seven of Cups in RX, King of Cups, King of Wands and Priestess of Coins}.

♇ well, romance would definitely be something for you guys, but you would appreciate the life lessons it'll give you. i do think the people who picked this pile would likely get into a connection with somebody, something very intense and passionate with someone, and it could be someone you go to work/school with.

♇ this connection could get very obsessive, both sides would be addicted to each other, and it'll be hard to hide it. someone could be obsessed with divination and could do readings on the said party or the energy of the bond. but this can also mean someone could be looking over signs and repeating symbols.

♇ there's an indicatory of immaturity, but it could be due to the queen of wands energy. this bond could be a missed opportunity, and it could imply you could have 2 options because of the king of cups and wands. even though both parties would be obsessed with each other, someone would be thinking from their emotions less than their logic/mind. and this can be both people because there's no swords here.

♇ whoever this person is, they would likely be more rational, but the king of cups being here does imply they would be acting based on their emotions. queen and king of wands being in the same spread, the two of you would be able to match each other's energies. and the other person wouldnt be able to handle it, so they might want to do things to prove you dont have power over them, in which you do.

♇ when it comes to people they care about, they're someone who is patient and protective, and you'll see that side coming out often when you're around them more. there's 2 kings in the reading, this is someone you likely work with, and the 2 kings do symbolise the fact that either way, they would be the more mature person within the connection, and there's many court cards here, which shows much people would be involved in this mix. he said she said.

shuffled songs ⟶ [turn me on by kevin lyttle, fresh laundry by allie x and boy's a liar pt. 2 by pinkpantheress featuring ice spice].

❦ OCCUPATION OVERALL? ⬎

CARDS ⟶ {Nine of Coins, Three of Coins, Seven of Cups , King of Wands, Queen of Wands and Ten of Cups}.

♇ whoever picked this part of the pile, lucky you! you will be comfortable with what you're going to be doing, and with the nine of coins and two other court cards king and queen of wands, you can be someone who is self-employed? and your business is likely going to be buzzing, speaking with more people and marketing yourself and people being easily pulled by you and your content.

♇ if you're not someone who has a job but goes to school, there's great indicator of everything going well for you, but remember to always stay in track. you would feel a creative side of yourself come out more, and you might even collaborate with other people, but i do think the majority who have picked this pile would likely have people reach out to them to join or to get advice.

♇ i'm hearing the status "hot shit" like whatever you're doing, you're going to be popping and your reputation will get higher. if you're someone who is looking for a job, this spread heavily implies you'll get a good career. you could be taking the lead for something, and this could put stress on your shoulders but the ten of cups at the end indicates that you'll be good anyways.

♇ this is a really great spread, because i do think you would be getting so much attention, and it could be over-whelming [with the seven of cups] but it'll be something you would get used to, almost as if you were made for it. you would feel more beautiful and appreciated in your occupation and with the three of coins, this shows that other people would be speaking about your creation/what you have done to others.

♇ for this spread, it's like a wish come true, being in an industry you always saw yourself to get into and accomplishing and making a name for yourself very quickly. howbeit, with the coins in the beginning of the spread, it could insinuate some people might've been in their occupation for a brief moment, but the progress was comfortable either way. you will feel like you've made yourself proud.

shuffled songs ⟶ [when you feel lonely by mavado, the box by roddy ricch and get lucky by daft punk, pharrell williams and nile rodgers].

PILE THREE

❦ FUTURE OVERALL? ⬎

CARDS ⟶ {Ten of Cups, TEMPERANCE XIV, Princess of Coins, Ace of Swords, Nine of Swords and THE HIEROPHANT V IN REVERSE}.

♇ the future for this reading is likely very good but there'll be some hiccups but i think it'll be fine overall. you will feel balanced and you will be attempting to balance your schedules, specifically things you're going to learn. you could enter a course or learn something new you could be very serious about and you might consider it to be something that could aid you to get your life on track.

♇ and i do see the possibility of people here wanting to right their wrongs, manifestation happening and learning how to be patient. but people who picked this pile could be people who are having to learn how to handle time and being patient. majority of the people who have picked this pile could be students and they could be anxious about something but this implies that the worries you have could be easily handled.

♇ you could be gaining more information about something and i know this has been implied in the previous two paragraphs but it is very strong in this spread that a form of knowledge will be coming whether it be about education or about secrets, but i do see the possibility of it being secrets, something that might throw you off and worry. the people who pick this pile will be going through a lot mental wise and that could be one of the things you would be wanting to balance.

♇ you could end up being a subject of gossip and there could be something that just ends for you, whether it be friendship, education or a hobby. but there is potential of the spread telling you that over-thinking could lead you to self destruction. believe in yourself! you could also be planning to do something that is authentic/different to the people around you and you could be worried about how other people might see it.

♇ i do see you doing something you might not supposed to be doing, but this spread could be warning you to not do something immoral. try and always remember who you are, people who picked this pile likely has the possibility of spiraling the most and even finding it hard to remember themselves. on the other hand, this can manifest into you becoming someone you truly are and having to learn not to care how other people would perceive you.

shuffled songs ⟶ [k. by cigarettes after sex, waking up in vegas by katy perry and mysterious girl by peter andre].

❦ ROMANCE OVERALL? ⬎

CARDS ⟶ {Ten of Swords, Two of Swords, Seven of Cups, Three of Swords, Princess of Coins and Four of Cups}.

♇ wow. so, good luck to whoever chose this pile. people who picked this pile are likely the people who are the heart-breaker or they would be the person who is heart-broken. treating people with kindness is a very big theme for this reading, and i do think whoever picked this pile are likely on their last straw when it comes to their romantic love life, you guys can be people who were heart-broken in the past so you have a hard time opening up to yourself to new people.

♇ people who choose this pile likely have many options, three cards imply that, two of swords, seven of cups and the four of cups. but these people likely dont want to take a leap because fear is a huge indicator here, or people who have picked this pile will be people who do not want to get into a proper relationship yet and could be looking for a fling, whereas the other party will be upset that they're truly not opening themselves to be loved.

♇ on the other hand, this spread can be advise to not allow your delusions to come up with the most delusional outcomes. there can be someone in your life that you could want, you might put them on a pedestal, but when it comes to romantic connections the person might lack and even be speaking to other people. if you are someone who is already in a romantic connection with somebody there's a high chance of conflict happening. rude words being thrown across and cold shoulders.

♇ and i think because of how hectic things will go for people, they might turn to things that isnt about romance, like becoming a better version of themselves, studious, or someone who is more perceptive about types of people who want to return to their lives. howbeit, this spread can also be for the people who are obsessive, wanting to seek out a specific result because you WANT and YEARN for something to happen, but im sorry it is just not the case for you guys.

♇ there's a lot of dissatisfied feelings here, yearning, wanting more. doing countless tarot readings on an event or on someone. you could also be giving so much love to other people but you're not receiving the same energy back, this spread implies that you are likely giving it to the wrong people. you need to value yourself and go to spaces where you are seen and valued.

shuffled songs ⟶ [with me by dvsn, christian woman by type o negative and amber by 311].

❦ OCCUPATION OVERALL? ⬎

CARDS ⟶ {King of wands, Princess of Swords THE BIRTH 0, JUDGEMENT XXI, THE WORLD XXII and THE HERMIT IX}.

♇ when it comes to career, people who picked this pile have such great potential of starting something where you're intellect and precision will be a big tool. people who picked this pile will be taking charge and feeling more bold about the opportunities they have, there's much mental stimulation going on and this could be because you would be given a new project or you would be someone who would be opening a side business, or could think about opening one.

♇ this could also mean that if you are someone who is signing up for a job, there is likely going to be other people competing for the spot you want. yet intuitively, i am getting to 75%-95% of people who picked this pile will be getting the spot they want, and they would be able to make a space for themselves to fall back financially that'll make them comfortable.

♇ people who chose pile three will finally be following their instincts, taking a leap and a chance to believe in themselves finally. and i believe that people who take a risk have good judgement because they would finally be accepting that their life is in their hands and time is their best friend. there's much communicative energy going on, it implies that there's much marketing yourself going on.

♇ these people who picked this pile will be going through a wake up call, it could involve them finally realising what they're supposed to do with their lives. [the hermit is also in this spread and it pinpoints that there would be people who would second guess themselves]. howbeit, this reading shows that people here would finally find their calling and it would bring them much joy.

♇ on the other hand, there could be people who picked this pile who are likely people pleasers. they would be happy that they've finally found their calling, but they could have this pressure of "realising" that other people would not like their career, that people around them expect them to do something different. though, the hermit in this reading shows that this life is yours and should not be in the hand of others. plus there's 2 two's here [JUDGEMENT 20 and THE WORLD 21]. and this hints towards a partnership where both energies are balanced and both parties will be bringing out confidence within that'll aid to a positive outcome

shuffled songs ⟶ [alejandro by lady gaga, god complex by violent vira and turn it up by pinkpantheress].

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[cyber333angel]

HATE SEX WITH RAFE !

you and rafe had been arguing for about three days now, huffing and puffing whenever you saw each other and slamming doors around the house. however today, you really wanted to piss him off and get back at him. it was around 8 pm where you were putting the finishing touches to your pretty little outfit, layering your jewelry and picking out what delicious scent you would smell like tonight.

you grabbed your purse and started to head down the stairs where rafe sat on the couch occupying himself with his phone. as he heard the click clacks of your heals he looked up from the screen, observing the way your tits bounced with every step and how the volume of your hair sprung up and down, overall how absolutely gorgeous you looked. a loud voice interrupts you as you reach the last step, “where the fuck are you going dressed like that?” unfazed by the hostility, you answer. “a party.” you give him a short response, purposely to tick him off and you see rafe spring up from his seat, walking towards you. “a party with who?” he says while nodding his head and biting his thumb. you look up at him annoyed. “with sarah and kie, why do you care anyway?” you break eye contact with him and you start walking to the entryway, almost at the door handle. mumbling under your breath quietly, “so annoying like..get out of the fucking way.“

you knew better than to talk to your boyfriend like that, realizing it when suddenly your throat and hand that was reaching for the door, are held in a tight grip from rafe. “don’t ever fix your mouth to say some shit like that to me again, you hear me?” startled by his sternness you decide to push him more, just to see how far he would go. “fuck you rafe, your not the boss of me.” rafe twists his head at you, since it seems like your not knowing who your talking to. “yeah, im not the boss of you?”

..your now on the bed, your coily hair held in rafes hand in a tight grip as he abuses your cunt. he bunched up the dress halfway up your spine, panties lost at the end of your ankle as your knees pressed into the bed. your ass ricocheted off his pelvis from the brutal pace, and your eyes went half lidded from the pain and pleasure. “got some fuckin nerve thinking you could talk to me like that.” he had been fucking you for what seemed like hours at this point, his cock buried in your pussy leaking out white liquid. “mmm daddy m’so-sorryy! won’t do it again i swear!” you beg, your soaked hole becoming sensitive at every harsh thrust he makes you take.

rafe ignores your pleads, letting it really sink in and make you think of the way you acted earlier. “nah but you weren’t sorry before when you wanted to go act like a slut at some fucking party.” he bends down close to your ear, pulling your hair to level your face with his. “huh sweetheart? what happened to all that fuckin talk? i thought i wasn’t the boss of you?” you could only answer with sobs and cry’s from how rough he was being. your wet skin smacking together, sweaty from how good he was making you feel. his cock dragging in and out of your cunt making your head spin, “hngh..slo-slow down rafey!” he grips the fat of your ass and relaxes his pace, fucking you slowly as he runs his hands through his hair straightening his back. he ponders, opening his mouth to ask you a question. “where’d you learn to speak to me like that hm? never spoke t’me like that before so what happened, you needed some dick?” he waits for your response, still rocking his hips back and forth slowly.

you shake your head, “d-didn’t want to argue with you anymore daddy.. im sorry nd ill be good now promise!” whining at him, rafe coos at you, knowing you only did this to end the useless bickering between the two of you. “t’aw s’okay baby i know your sorry, i know your a good girl. daddy doesn’t like to argue with you either alright?” you nod frantically, happy that your little squabble with your boyfriend was over. “go on and cum on this dick sweetheart, just like that..” he admires you from above, watching the way you squirm as you cream on his cock. rafe put in a last few thrusts and pulls out, cumming on your back where your dress was bunched up at the top. it was a shame though, you really did look good in that dress.

[strwbabydoll]

The Feeling Came Late (I’m Still Glad I Met You)

pairings: grumpy!college student! Harry x fem! sunshine!reader

summary: Harry hates Y/N, it seems like it's been like that forever. He's quick to insult and correct her even when she's right, he's just always been the only one to pick on her no matter what she does. She doesn't understand why it's like this between them or what she did to make him dislike her so much, but what if it's all just a lie?

overall warnings: slow burn, eventual smut, sexual tension, kind of enemies to lovers, angst, alcohol consumption and drug mentions, foul language, Harry is a major asshole in this tbh, heavy on the grumpy x sunshine in this.

chapter 2/? (wc: 3.4k)

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Chapter 2: Surprise, Surprise

Harry wakes up to the sound of his phone dinging and he grumbles as he sits up and stretches. He looks around and stops his tired gaze at the small window next to his bed. It's dark with just a hint of sunlight beginning to cut through the glass windows, this is definitely not the scenery he's used to when he awakes from his slumber. Groggily he grabs his phone with one hand and rubs his left eye with the other, turns on the phone and hisses as he squints. 

He quickly turns the brightness of the screen down to a manageable setting and mumbles under his breath when he sees it's a little past six in the morning. 

"Who the fuck is awake right now and why are they trying to talk to me. Someone better be fucking dying." The message is from an unknown number, the numbers staring at him tauntingly. 

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Unknown: hey. it's y/n. i got your number from principal Oscar. lmk whenever works best for you and i'll do my best to arrange my schedule otherwise! :)

— — — 

He grumbles once more about the timing of the text and stares at the screen trying to think of an appropriate response. He could and absolutely wants to just leave her on read and never talk to her again. That seems like the most appropriate since she interrupted his sleep, why is she even up this early? But maybe he should show a sliver of compassion and reply to the text briefly before going back to sleep. 

He decides on not texting back, simply because all this thinking of replying, responses and times is making his head hurt, so he sets his phone back onto the small wooden table beside his bed and clambers back into the warm cocoon of his blankets. Wrapping himself  in the thick blanket, he sighs blissfully as his head relaxes into the soft cushiony bed. He begins to close his eyes and go back to sleep, the pleasant warm feeling of sleep very quickly approaching him. 

Just as soon as he gets comfortable and almost falls asleep, his phone dings once more. He grumbles as he throws the blanket off of him and grabs his phone once again. The same numbers teasing him as another text comes through. 

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Unknown: this is harry right? i'm so sorry if this isn't! 

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He rolls his eyes as he mumbles, his fingers typing away on the keyboard as he sends his response. 

Harry: Yes, it's me. In case you haven't noticed, it's five in the morning. I was asleep.

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He gets a response almost immediately, as if she was staying in the chat waiting for a response.

Unknown: yes i know! why are you still sleep? i like to get my day started early!

Harry: Because no one in their right mind is up this early.

Unknown: sorry for waking you! just wanted to see what times and days work best for you. :)

Harry: Give me a couple hours.

Unknown: okay! have a good nap! :)

— — — 

He mumbles again as he sets his phone grumpily back on the table, wrapping himself back into his blanket just to find it's not as warm anymore. He mutters under his breath, silently complaining about her up so early and choosing to annoy him so early as well, and to top it off she made him lose the warmth of his blankets. He wraps himself up in the blanket and lays back down, resting his head on the soft pillow as he closes his eyes. 

Opening his eyes once more a couple hours later, he gets up and stretches once again. The muscles in his back pops smoothly and he groans softly. He gets out of his bed and quickly makes his bed,  wrinkles sit in the middle of the blanket as he sets his pillow on top, but he can’t bring himself to care. He feels much better after getting another couple hours of sleep. 

He heads into the bathroom and relieves his bladder, sighing in relief as it empties. Shutting the lid down, he flushes the toilet and heads to the sink so he can wash his hands. After he's finished, he brushes his hair and puts it in a man bun.

Walking over to the small dresser where he keeps his clothes, he opens his needed drawers and pulls out an outfit. Settling on a white Rolling Stones t-shirt and some black skinny jeans, he gets dressed and makes sure he puts on his signature rings. Once he's done with that, he sprays his Tom Ford cologne and grabs his phone, responding to the very few notifications he does have and stares at Y/N's name in his message list. 

Her simple text stares at him, somehow politely demanding a response from a couple hours ago. He huffs and mutters 'fucks sake' under his breath as he clicks on it and begins to type out his response.

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Harry: I'm available anytime

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Not too long after, just long enough for him to set his phone in his pocket and slip on his brown Chelsea boots, his phone dings. 

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Y/N: okay! um how about tomorrow around 6 at the library?

— — — 

Harry laughs dryly at her enthusiasm as he sends a plain thumbs up, the yellow emoji a stark contrast in the very one sided text conversation, and afterwards he heads out the small bedroom in his dorm and heads to the front door. He passes the various pictures of his roommate and his girlfriend and a couple of pictures showcasing his orange kitten, Delilah, in various moments. She was wrapped up in a soft towel from the day Harry brought her home, and other moments where he thought she looked pretty and decided to capture the moment. 

All the pictures are neatly hung in a long cardboard frame, colorful tacks adding a pop of color to the otherwise boring wall of pictures. The small hallway leads to a basic living room, a simple gray futon sits alongside the cream colored wall with a modern artistic sketch hanging above it, a dark brown bookshelf holding all their movies and the very few books and textbooks they happen to own is placed next to the futon, and a small dresser underneath a decently sized tv. 

In the corner of the living room area sits a small gray cat bed and Delilah lays there peacefully sleeping in a little ball, her tail twitching occasionally. The ends of Harry's lips begin to curl upwards at the sight as he slowly walks over to the small dresser designated just for her. He silently opens the top drawer and opens the small can containing her food. The smell quickly floods his nose and he grimaces as he walks over to her food bowl and pouring it in there, silently gagging as it squelches into the bowl. 

He throws away the now empty can in the small trash can and grabs her water bowl walking over to the dresser once again and fills it with a small water bottle sitting in the top drawer. He sets it down beside the food one carefully because he doesn't feel like cleaning up water right now and walks back to the dresser. He opens the second one and grabs a few of her favorite toys and sets them under the coffee table in the living room, allowing her something to do while he's gone and turns on the tv. Quickly pulling up her favorite tv show - Animal Planet - he walks over to her and very gently rubs the top of her head. He coos at her softly to coax the sleepy kitten awake. 

Delilah stretches and yawns as she opens her eyes, focusing on Harry crouching above her, she lets out a tired but happy meow as she nuzzles her face into Harry's hand. 

"Good morning, sweet girl. I gotta get to school but you got everything set up for you, just how you like. I love you and I'll be back soon." He says with a small laugh as he gives the small kitten a couple extra pets and gets back up, stretching slightly as he heads to the door, making sure to grab his signature leather jacket from the futon as he opens the door and heads out. 

— — — 

It doesn't take him long to head to the campus thanks to his dorm being a short drive from the campus. He parks his car in an empty space nearest the school and he sits in the car after he turns it off. He watches her as she walks to the bike rack, her long hair flowing gently behind her as she walks due to the wind blowing. She's dressed in an olive green sweater and dark blue Levi pants that flare at the end, she'd pair it with some white Nike Air Forces, a medium sized white tote bag and a matching olive green thin belt, he can see the small shimmer of her jewelry shine when the sun hits it as she ties her bike to the small rack. 

He turns the key to shut off his car and opens the door, slowly stepping outside the car as he puts on his jacket. He closes the door with a soft slam and locks it, the beep alerting the girl as she turns around, her hair briefly swishing in front of her face as she turns. He watches as she frowns in anticipation of a snarky remark but returns to normal when it doesn't happen. He slowly makes his way to the entrance, purposely avoiding eye contact with her as he grows closer. He hopes she gets the hint to leave him the hell alone, and wants to keep their interactions to an absolute minimum. 

"Hey!" He hears her voice ring out from behind her but his pace doesn't falter, he actually starts walking just a tad bit faster in an attempt to get inside before she reaches him. He makes it to the top of the steps before he feels a soft hand grip his shoulder and a tug, signaling him to turn around. He slowly turns around, face deadpanned and he takes a deep breath. 

"What?" 

"Any place specific you want to meet in the library?" She asks softly and he shakes his head as he turns around swiftly and starts his journey into the school once again. He can feel her presence behind him and his frown begins to form. 

He chooses to ignore her as they walk, the chatter of the other students in the hall filling their ears as they continue. One of Harry's friends, Alex, walks up to Harry with a big smile as he pays his shoulder and glares at Y/N. 

"How you doin' Haz?" He asks and Harry's frown only deepens at the unwanted conversation. 

"Not now Alex." He shakes his head as he heads to his locker. He can hear Alex scoff as he walks away but he can still feel her presence behind him. 

He scoffs lightly as he gets to his locker, one ringed hand reaching up to twist the little knob to the correct numbers and opens the door. He quickly grabs a textbook and slams it shut and he walks away, leaving a hurt and confused Y/N standing at the locker. 

— — — 

She can't help but frown at Harry's more than usual grumpy behavior as she heads to her own locker, true enough she was the main reason why he's so grumpy but honestly how was she to know he’d still be sleeping? It’s not her fault that she just loves helping people! She should know better than to assume they'd be friends simply because she's tutoring him, but she assumed they'd at least be better than this. She hoped he would be somewhat tolerable, a very silly thought of hers because when is he ever tolerable? She doesn’t know how it came to be this way. She can remember a time where the two of them were cordial and even dared to say the best of friends, but then something changed and she wishes she knew what it was.

She wishes she could just go back in time and watch the two of them under a microscope to see what went wrong, to figure out why he hates her. She misses him terribly, but that’s kept locked away in a box of her feelings and emotions never to be seen again alongside her favorite childhood memories. 

She huffs in frustration when she can't get the lock to open, her combination not seeming to work as she twists and twists. She swears it's the right one, so she tries once more and she's met with once again the lock not opening. 

"Come on!" She huffs as she stares at the lock intently. Beginning to think that maybe she changed the lock combination, she tries a different sequence of the same numbers and after a couple of tries she finally hears the satisfying click as the lock opens. 

She quickly grabs the textbooks for her first two classes and shuts it gently as she walks to her first class, her tote bag gently bouncing off her hip as she walks. She just barely makes it to her first class before the teacher closes the door, her hand pushing on the tall wooden door as she cries out 'wait please!' The door opens and she sees the teacher smile softly as he lets her in. 

"Just in time Y/N, have a seat." He says and she nods silently, with her head down she quietly makes her way over to an empty seat towards the back of the class. Grabbing her notebook and a pen out of her bag, she begins to write down the title of the notes she's gonna be taking and pulls her assignment due from the front of the notebook as well. 

— — — 

Time seems to fly in front of her eyes, the day taking not nearly as long as it usually feels like as she gets released from her last class of the day. With a smile on her face, she plugs her earbuds in her phone as she walks through the halls, stopping briefly to answer any questions from her classmates and to wave goodbye to her teachers. 

She spots Harry talking to a pretty brunette, one of more popular girls who also happens to be on the cheerleading team she thinks, her lips pulled back into a dazzling smile as she twirls her hair around her finger as she speaks. Hesitantly, she makes her way over and taps him on the shoulder, meekly saying 'excuse me' and she's greeted with a very nasty glare from the girl. 

"Um, we're talking." The girl says with a frown on her face. Y/N can't help the flush of embarrassment that begins to heat her cheeks up as she looks down. 

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to remind Harry of the library. It's at six, if you can't make it or gonna be late, just let me know." Y/N's voice comes out quietly as she speaks, her hands subconsciously moving to her front as she begins to play with her fingers. 

Harry lets out a very unenthusiastic 'uh huh' as his eyes never leave the brunette's and he begins to talk to her once more, completely ignoring the other girl behind him as the brunette smirks and plays with the collar of his t-shirt. When she realizes that he isn't paying attention, she frowns slightly before making her way out of the school building as music plays in her ears. 

She mumbles curses to Harry under her breath as she unties her bike and sets the cord in her bag. Hopping on her bike, she begins her ride back to her apartment. She smiles as she passes the cars and families out and about, their joy and love radiating off of them making her smile and aw. As she continues biking, she makes a quick stop at her favorite flower shop, propping her bike against the side of the store and she quickly walks in. The smell of all the flowers welcome her warmly as well as the bright smile of the lady standing behind the counter. 

"Y/N! So good to see you! How've you been?" She asks and Y/N smiles as she walks up to the counter. 

"Hi Tameka! I'm good, how are you?" Y/N asks and Tameka responds with great enthusiasm as she starts telling the younger girl about her kids and how the store's been getting along. 

Y/N loves coming to this flower shop because no matter how long she stays away, she's always greeted with a warm welcome, one that reminds her of her mother at a young age. The shop gives her a sense of family no matter what happens, and she's never been more grateful. After Tameka finishes rambling on about her life, she turns her attention to the younger girl as she props her head onto folded manicured hands and flashes her a warm smile. 

"Here to get the usuals? Anything new to update me on chica?" Y/N shakes her head with a small laugh as she leans on the counter. 

"Of course, you know I never stray. And no new updates unless you count having to tutor the boy who seems to hate my existence an update." She says and sighs, the thought of having to do so is a big damper on her happiness and a heavy weight on her heart — it’s not that she doesn’t want to tutor him, she just knows that it’ll be like pulling teeth with him. She’ll have to pry answers out of him and will more than likely be the worst tutoring session ever, she’ll be exhausted afterwards. 

She can't help but to wonder how it'll go, will he be the same as he is in school? Is he gonna spend the whole time mocking her and poking fun (he most definitely will, she’s sure of it. He won’t turn down an opportunity to annoy her and get under her skin), or will he be kind and listen to her (maybe in another universe, some alternate reality where they’re cordial. She’s silly to even think this was a suggestion, she should know him by now), asking questions whenever he's confused? Will the session end in a screaming match as he tests her limits or will it be calm as he complies and agrees to her help. 

As she pays for her flowers, she can't help but to ask herself those questions. She knows wondering won't help determine the outcome of the coming day, but she knows there's only one way to find out.

She makes her way home, her bouquet of flowers sitting neatly in her tote bag as she rides along. She takes pleasure in the feeling of the wind brushing against her skin and flowing through her hair as she pedals along. The sound of people chatting on the sidewalks and the sound of cars whirring by her and honking at others fill her ear and she just smiles. She enjoys the sound of her community while others might say that it’s too loud and there’s no peace in all of the noise, she says otherwise. She can’t imagine her city in silence, to not listen to the usual sound because it’s all she knows. 

She makes it home and parks her bike beside her apartment, tying it up and making it inside the building. She heads down the short hall and to her door, unlocking it and walks inside and smiles at the sereneness of her own space. She locks the door behind her and sits down on the couch with her notebook and her favorite pen, thinking of the best way to carry out these sessions with Harry. What would be the best approach and everything to do with it. She wants to make sure that he understands that she’s not going to allow him to just walk all over her and cheat his way through. 

She wants to actually help him, not just give him what he wants; she wants to give him what he needs and what he needs is someone to take time out of their day and work with him, cater the worksheets and lessons to how he learns best so he can actually learn the information. She can only hope for the best as she begins to write out a plan for the next few weeks, she just knows that she’s going to need all the luck dealing with Harry.

[tourturestarradio]

𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬?"

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Mutant reader

Prompt: He knew not to get attached, he knew better than that but he couldn't help himself, it always ended the same.

Warnings: typical violence stuff, blood, angst/ slight (???) comfort, character death, code name for reader is Venus (it won't be used a lot)

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮

Staring at the flower Bucky reached out to touch the petal, it was a Cyclamen flower. The petals were soft to the touch, taking in a deep breath he pulled his eyes away from the flower hearing Steve call out to him "Buck! come on" taking one last look at the flower he walked away a heavy feeling in his chest that didn't go unnoticed by Steve.

After that Bucky seemed off, like something was wrong. Overall he just seemed preoccupied, but he needed to clear his head asap seeing as it was putting the mission in jeopardy.

By the end of it they had just barely gotten the job done. Now Steve wasn't going to get all up and angry at him Bucky already seemed upset so he'll speak to him later when he feels more relaxed.

Upon getting back to Avengers headquarters, Steve glanced at Bucky "Buck" he called out, he looked back at his friend, a look of sadness still lingering on his face.

"Are you alright? You seemed distracted" he asked, Bucky paused thinking for a moment "yeah i'm fine" he answered, Steve looked at him "Bucky i've known you a long time, I know when you're lying" he pressed, Bucky let out a sigh "just seen something that reminded me of someone" he explained.

Steve focused his attention onto Bucky hoping he'd explain further but he didn't, "it was that flower wasn't it?" he asked, Bucky snapped his head over "thought I didn't notice" Steve said raising a brow, Bucky clicked his tongue "what type of flower was it?" he asked.

Bucky looked away but still answered "cyclamen flower" he muttered, "it was a flower someone I used to know used to grow" he explained, Steve tilted his head hoping he would explain further, "it was while I was under HYDRA's control" he added.

Steve nodded "do you want to talk about it?" he said crossing his arms, shaking his head Bucky walked away.

Entering his room Bucky sat running his hands through his hair memories of his days with HYDRA washing over him, well not HYDRA but his memories of you.

Venus, well that was your code name due to your mutation, you could grow and manipulate any life form that had a plant cell in it. That wasn't quite it though, that isn't where you got that name from though, it was an add on to your mutation.

You could split your face open, revealing a row of sharp teeth just waiting for the right person to stick their nose where it didn't belong and snap your jaw, well face shut like a Venus flytrap would.

Despite the brutal nature of your ability, you were the nicest agent among HYDRA, now don't be mistaken you weren't working for them willingly, you had no choice.

You'd destroy that place from the inside out if you could, but they quite literally had your heart in their hands. And the other soldiers liked you. So they'd let you patch up or heal the other super soldiers due to your ability.

After no matter if it was the tiniest cut or a bullet wound the winter soldier, would be back in your clinic. He just wanted a reason to be around you, which was a case for a lot of the other super soldiers. He wouldn't speak, but he'd still listen to what you told him, as you worked on him like it was a normal conversation.

You wouldn't pester him about his mission, and if he completed it or not, you'd do your job and take care of him. You didn't ever seem frightened or nervous to be around him like everyone else, you didn't hold your breath every time he moved.

Now you were nice but that didn't mean you were an idiot. You had encounters where a soldier tried to kill you more than once, so if a soldier got a little too rowdy you puff a decent amount of lavender powder into their face to keep them calm while you worked.

You always keep your guard up around everyone...except Bucky. You trusted him. No matter how many times he asked you the answer was always the same "you've given me no reason to distrust you." to you it was a simple answer.

But to him it meant the world, you knew all the wrong doings he did and yet you still trusted him. And it showed. If he was okay with it you'd stand close to him and go about your regular work.

If he'd asked to stay in the room with you for a little while longer you'd let him without question. There was so many times he could have killed you all the perfect opportunities and yet you'd still let him go close to you.

But you trusted him.

You cared for him.

He remembered it like it was yesterday, he'd returned from a tough mission limping into your clinic weakly calling out to you.

You grew out some tree vines to help him stay up, you cursed under your breath "I told them not to send you on another mission." you muttered, a few aconites growing out of your head as you tried to calm yourself.

Placing him down, you glanced up at his eyes "I'm taking this off okay?" you muttered, carefully you tugged off his tactical gear he muttered a small pained "okay" you cut off his blood stained shirt, Bucky groaned in pain you looked over the few bullet holes he had scattered across his torso.

To distract himself from the pain he glanced up at you "talk, please" he groaned, you thought to yourself for a moment before speaking "there's a plant called the corpse flower, it's the largest flower in the world it's about 10 feet tall and 3 feet wide if I remember correctly." you explain, taking out the bullets placing them aside.

"Why's...it called a corpse flower?" he asked, you took the last bullet out. You began cleaning the wound "well because when it blooms it smells like a corpse" you chuckled, grabbing a needle and thread you grew a lavender flower out of your palm "this'll hurt a bit, wanna go under for a bit?" you asked, Bucky shook his head "no, just keep talking" he stated.

You nodded placing the flower aside, "okay" you started patching him up "ya'know when I grow things I get a little connection to them, I can feel what they feel for a moment" you hummed, Bucky glanced at you for a second but he didn't say anything.

"You got a favorite flower?" you asked, he shook his head he could barely remember the flowers you'd talk about but he remembered what they looked like, you'd grow them and tell him what each flower symbolized. There was one and only one flower he'd remembered.

"Hellebores" He muttered, it was a flower that could bloom even in the winter time.

You looked a little shocked for a moment muttering "you remembered..." a small smile gracing your face. It was very rare for any of the soldiers to remember any of your previous conversations, so to you, you wanted to jump for joy but you'd have to keep calm for now.

You walked away for a moment, grabbing some bandages "okay snowflake sit up for me please" you commanded, Bucky never understood why you called him that so he finally mustered up the courage to ask "why do you call me that?" he asked, slowly sitting up.

Standing in between his legs you started wrapping a bandage around his torso, letting him smell the faint scent of dirt and flowers coming off of you."Well um, I don't like calling you a soldier or winter soldier. It feels dehumanizing, like you're nothing but a weapon." you explain.

Looking at his tense blue eyes before looking back down "ya'know? I know it sounds stupid, but I just think it's wrong, and I like snowflake better" you finished, a smile gracing your face.

Your smile was so soft, welcoming, you were standing so close to him. He could observe you, he could see the faint light in your eye the way you lightly bit your lip as you focused on wrapping him up. He was so close he could just-

"hm-um Snowflake?" you blinked, feeling his flesh hand touching your face, his fingertips running over cheek. Once he realized what he was doing he yanked his hand away as if you'd burned him.

He muttered a small "sorry" to which you replied "it's okay" simply. Though you made a note of how comfortable he was enough to touch you.

He stared at you his heart thumping faster, you were about to move backwards when he grabbed onto you, not want you to move away just yet.

"Oh!...do you need something?" you asked, blinking he let go "grow me a flower." he commanded, you tilted your head "that's now how you ask" you say, putting away your things, the soldier sighed.

This is what he means, you treat him like he was just a regular person like a...friend. He was a super soldier, and you were making him say 'please' like he was a child.

You crossed your arms waiting for him to say it, it got to a point where you were both having a stare down before he inevitably gave up "grow me a flower...please." he mumbled, you smiled "there you go sweetpea." you hummed, holding out both your hands Bucky saw a misty glow come from your palms a large flower growing before blooming into a pink camellia.

"What does this one mean" he asked, running his hand over the petals, you plucked the flower from your hands "it...means to live a good life" you lied through your teeth placing the flower aside.

Bucky stood up "why'd you pick that flower?" he asked, You gulped trying to subvert the conversation "well you're a lot more talkative today" you hummed, you knew it was wrong, you shouldn't grow so attached but you couldn't help yourself.

Bucky made a face but before he could press further, before the door to your clinic burst open "Soldier on your feet" one of the men said, Bucky turned his attention towards the handlers, standing up without hesitation.

"You'll be flying out tomorrow, prepare yourself" he spoke loud and clear, you snapped your attention towards the group of men.

Before Bucky could leave thorn vines shot out to block his path "no he will not." you stated, the men looked over "and what position do you think you have to stop him?" he stated, cocking his head to the side.

"He needs time to heal. He barely made it out of his last mission before sending him on another one. He may be a super soldier but he's still a fucking human" you state a disgusted look on your face. The thorns growing sharper.

Orange lilies and tansy flowers growing around you the more irritated you got. The men knew not to push you too far you were friendly but were still a mutant, and you weren't very fond of the handlers, scientist, and agents that worked for HYDRA. You only gave a form of sympathy to the soldiers.

Who knows what horrors you would do when you were angry. The main man clenched his fists "he gets a week to recover." he stated before turning his heel and leaving "damn mutant" he spat.

You relaxed your posture, your thorn vines disappearing "sorry bout that Snowflake" you stated, Bucky didn't pay attention still thinking back to what you'd said earlier.

He's still a human?

He's still just a human.

You placed your hand on his arm snapping him out of his state "are you alright? You can stay here for the night if you want" you offer, Bucky shook his head "no." he stated, "are you sure..." you asked, concerned about how he seemed so stern again.

'We were just starting to make progress...' you thought to yourself, Bucky grabbed his things "i'll be going" he stated silently, you looked at him with a worried expression watching him go so suddenly.

Bucky knew he shouldn't get close to you, it would only cause trouble. He knew better, but he felt human around you, he could forget his troubles just for a moment. Just for a second.

But he knew it was wrong, it always ends the same...

And as much as he would like to be proven wrong, he knew he'd never know peace, or tranquility.

Not after the sins he faced, the lives he's taken, the lives he's ruined.

He couldn't taint you too, you were the last piece of hope he had at feeling whole, but he knew it would all come crashing down even if he wanted it to or not.

You were a lush green forest that thrived so well, and he was a forest fire waiting to turn you into ash.

And he proved himself right.

Soldiers had been going missing left and right, and the scientist that tortured them suddenly going missing as well.

While the soldiers weren't seen again the scientist bodies being found as an obvious warning. Someone was threatening them, and it was all too obvious who it was behind this.

Bursting into your office your head looked up a smile that graced your face upon seeing Bucky but disappearing as you realized he was brainwashed again, you'd been found out.

'Shit.'

Getting up quickly you grew enough thorn vines to wrap around him stopping him in his tracks.

Throwing him out of your office you quickly escaped out using your ability you created a wall of sturdy tree branches blocking the soldiers and Bucky from getting to you.

But it was futile as the wall was set aflame, you could feel the prickling heat burn your skin, but you kept moving despite the agony you felt.

Through the burning you felt something shoot through your abdomen, making you tumble into the ground. The pain almost made you vomit as you looked up seeing Bucky.

No, no that wasn't Bucky, nor Snowflake. That was the winter soldier staring you in the face, you created a wall surrounding you.

Bucky ripped the wall apart, you could have put up a fight if this was anyone else, but it wasn't anyone else.

You didn't want to hurt him.

The trust you built between each other slowly crumbled as he grabbed you by the throat squeezing hard "c-come on...Snowflake...it's me" you muttered through strained breaths.

He only tightened his grip, his cold blue eyes stared into your watery ones "please don't make me do this..." you whispered, that look in his eyes faltered for just a moment.

You were slowly getting through to him but your vision was growing blurry, you didn't have time to talk him down, so without missing a beat you spit a powdery substance into his face before kicking him sternly in the chest.

He dropped you trying to wipe the powder off but it started to burn. Catching your breath you scrambled up on your feet running for the exit, you could hear him yelled out in pain as the gimpy gimpy powder started to set in.

You felt horrible but you had to escape, you did all you could by setting those new super soldiers free, that was your only goal and if you hadn't been discovered you'd continue on. You'd tell them where to go and who to find for help.

Before you could make it out you heard another gun shot ring out. this time closer to your heart making you collapse onto the ground, another super soldier grabbed you slamming you through a wall making you land outside.

The soldier pointed their gun at you muttering "traitor" but before they could pull the trigger a tree branch stabbed through their chest. You dropped your hand making the tree branch fall under your command.

Releasing a shaky breath you crawled further into the forest dragging yourself away, you could feel yourself getting weaker by the second.

Pulling yourself against a tree you tried healing yourself but your powers were unstable, you were unstable, gulping you felt a pit form in your stomach. Was this how you die? Shot by a man you wished to call your lover?

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard a twig snap, your tired eyes were wide open now seeing Bucky standing in front of you. You trembled in your place "please Snowflake..." you whimpered.

Holding his gun up you squeezed your eyes shut, and a gun shot rang out into the forest. But you didn't feel anything, looking beside you, you saw the tree had a bullet hole in it. Looking back you only heard Bucky mutter "don't move." you listened and made your body as limp as possible.

"Did you kill the traitor?" on the other soldiers asked, "yes." he said coldly, you dared not make a peep listening as the soldier walked away "mission complete" he stated.

Leaving only Bucky and you, slowly opening your eyes you looked at him "why did you-" "Go. Go and never come back" he stated, you gave him a small but tired smile "I couldn't even if I wanted to Snowflake" you say, lifting your shirt enough to show him the bullet wounds.

His eyes went wide.

No, this can't be happening...

You shuffle to sip up "this is the end of the line for me" you mutter, watching Bucky walk closer to you "Venus-" "Y/n....just call me Y/n" you sighed, Bucky tried to pick you up but your used your tree vines to pull him back "stop it, it's a waste I've lost too much blood" you explain.

He shakes his head "help. I'll get you help" he stated, he ignored your words guilt washing over him as he tried to suppress the heavy feeling in his chest.

You waved him off "Bucky it's fine, i'm right where I want to be, if I die I get to die where I belong, not in that horrid place." you hummed, running your hands over the dirt.

Bucky grabbed you again trying to move you "s-stop, stop! It'll be okay Snowflake, just know I lied about what the pink camellia meant" you chuckled.

This was no time to be laughing, Bucky cradled your face in his hands "...Y/n...I'm-I'm sorry" he muttered, you shook your head feeling how his hands trembled.

"that wasn't you, it's okay, just never forget no matter how hard they try to make it seem... you're not just a soldier, you aren't a weapon, you aren't a monster, you are your own person" you said, blood spilling from your lips.

The light in your eye that Bucky grew to love was slowly fading, mimicking his and there was nothing he could do. His eyes were glossed over "...please don't..." Bucky whispered, a hammering feeling in his heart.

He dropped his head not wanting to face this harsh reality. But you carefully raised his head, your once warm hands now cold and clasping his. "Snowflake please, please look at me" you called out.

He slowly lifted his head up "it'll be okay...you know my favorite flower is a cyclamen flower, I don't think I ever told you that" you muttered, cyclamens started to grow up and out of you covering you're body as Bucky tried to swat them away.

"Snowflake...come here" you muttered your grip on him growing weaker he leaned closer, you used the last bit of your ability to push yourself forward pressing a small kiss to his forehead.

"I love you...please don't forget me..."

And just like that.

You were gone.

The one person who made him feel safe, was gone. That cold feeling washing over him again, laying you backwards against the tree he noticed your smiled stayed in place while your body became one with the earth around you.

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Peeling his eyes open he could feel something wet touching his face, quickly wiping his face he realized a few tears had fallen, with a sigh he looked to the potted flower that was on his nightstand touching the petals he wished you could see how far he's come.

He looked at the pink camellia, knowing you'd be happy to see him taking care of one of your favorite flowers.

Getting up he walked out missing the way the flower subtly moved to feel his touch again.

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A/n: Expect more Bucky stories, the amount of research I had to do to figure out what different flowers meant, ughhh anyway I have plans that I cannot share with you right now *insert that one freaky sonic meme* anyway thanks for reading!!!! Have a good day/night!

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Drifting Apart

AARON HOTCHNER X READER

SUMMARY: You knew Aaron's job took a lot of his time, but you never imagined you would feel so left out of his life.

WARNINGS: insecurities (reader), slight mention of disordered eating/body dysmorphia, oblivious/neglectful hotch

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

The excitement you felt was palpable through the entire apartment. You spent the whole day cleaning, cooking, just overall preparing for Aaron to get home.

While he never went into too much detail about his cases and his job in general, his tone through texts and calls fills you in a bit on how he’s doing, and you know that the case him and the team have been working on was definitely not an easy one. He’s been more blunt and seemingly less interested in keeping the conversation going which you were trying not to take offense by, but hopefully when he comes home to the relaxing atmosphere of your shared apartment he will be back to his normal, loving self.

Just as you were plating both of your dinners you heard the sound of the front door unlocking. The ball in your stomach went crazy, your excitement sky rocketing knowing you are about to finally see Aaron after almost two weeks of him being away.

Moving out of the kitchen and towards the front door you were met with the sight of him slipping his shoes off and setting his briefcase down on the entryway table.

“Hi honey,” you greeted him softly, slowly grabbing his attention from the deep thought he was in. He turned his vision towards you and a small smile graced his face.

“Hi baby,” he replied. He walked towards you and gathered you in a hug, kissing the top of your head as you tucked yourself into his chest. Just the smell of him was sending your body into overdrive. God you missed him.

“I missed you,” you mumbled into his chest before pulling your head back to look up at him. His expression showcased that his brain was clearly somewhere else, not even bothering to look down at you, “dinner is ready, I cooked your favorite!”

That got his attention, but only for him to let out a deep sigh and step away from you. Your heart ached a bit at the motion, but you tried to remind yourself that his nerves are most likely shot and he’s tired.

“I’m not really hungry, I had a late lunch. I have more work I need to do so I’ll be in my office,” he shared, giving your hand a slight squeeze before walking off towards his office.

You really couldn’t help the frown from covering your face. He’s usually so excited to come home and spend time with you, but this time felt different. This time felt like he was almost annoyed that he was having to deal with yet another person (you). You willed yourself not to overthink it and got to covering his plate with tin foil and setting it in the fridge. What’s one more night of eating dinner by yourself, right?

Well, one night turned into two, which turned into four, which turned into an entire week of Aaron shutting down your dinners and overall spending no time with you. It’s like he’s home, but not really. With the way you were feeling, he may as well have still been on a case states away.

You tried to greet him every night when he entered the house, but it was always just a small hug and if you were lucky, a forehead kiss. He hasn’t even given you a full kiss since he’s been home. Most nights you’re asleep in bed hours before he joins you, and he’s up and gone before you’ve awaken.

You couldn’t help but ruminate in your mind that you must be doing something wrong. Maybe you were acting too clingy? Or maybe he came to his senses and realized he could do a lot better than you? Your insecurities ran wild and your days were growing treacherous, even your boss has began to ask you if you were doing alright.

You stood in front of your bathroom mirror taking in the sight of yourself. It took a good year and a half of being with Aaron for him to convince you that you were beautiful and that he’s never been so attracted to someone in his life, but now you weren’t so sure. Maybe if you made some changes he would start noticing you again. Maybe he was growing bored of the relationship or is coming to the realization that he doesn’t need you, and as much as you tried to tell yourself that’s not the kind of guy Aaron is and that it’s most likely his job that’s just stressing him out, your own brain couldn’t fathom that it’s anything but an issue with you.

You stood back and looked over your whole body. You’ve definitely gained what they claim as “happy relationship weight” and you couldn’t help but curse at yourself over that. Maybe he just wasn’t attracted to you anymore and his way of skirting around that is to just claim he has work to do so he can hole up in his office and not have you make advances towards him? Maybe since you stopped putting so much effort into your appearance he just doesn’t feel the same way he did in the beginning of the relationship?

You decided then and there that you would make some changes.

More weeks passed, and Aaron continued to go on multiple more work trips leaving you at home to work on yourself. You were successfully losing weight (logically you knew you weren’t doing it in the smartest of ways but no one was there to notice or stop you). You had your hair lightened, your teeth whitened, and you even went and thrifted a whole new wardrobe.

You rationally knew that you didn’t have to do all of this, that you shouldn’t have to do all of this to keep a relationship going, but your love for Aaron overtook any reasonable thought from your brain.

“Y/N? Where are you?” You heard Aaron call throughout the apartment. Your eyes widened at the sound of his voice. You hurried to hide the scale you were just stepping on and threw your clothes back on right as there was a knock on the bathroom door.

“I’ll be right out Aaron!” You hastily responded, wiping any remaining tears from your eyes and fanning your face, begging your body to cooperate with you.

You took a deep breath as you opened the door and immediately spotted him sitting on the edge of the bed looking right towards you as you stood in the bathroom doorway. His eyes widened a bit as a breath was stolen from him. This made you want to curl in on yourself more than you already were.

“I didn’t expect you home so soon,” you mumbled, stuck in your spot not knowing if you could approach him or not. This was all so weird, things had changed and you couldn’t figure out why. You didn’t know why he grew distant or why it all the sudden seemed like he could live without you. You two were doing really well, you even thought a proposal was in the near future.

“You changed your hair,” he stated. Not a compliment, but definitely not said with any malice.

“Yeah, I thought some change might be good,” you responded, still not being able to meet his eye contact. A soft sigh escaped his mouth as he stood up from the bed and walked towards you. You stiffened up a bit, not knowing what to expect out of this conversation. Was he going to break up with you? Was he going to fix things? Your mind was going crazy. You felt like you were going crazy.

His hand reached up to twirl some of your hair, inspecting it a bit more.

“You look beautiful no matter what color your hair is,” he whispered. This is the most attention he’s given you in weeks and it broke your heart a bit that maybe your suspicions were correct. Maybe he wasn’t attracted to you as you were and now this new look was bringing him back into the relationship.

You finally brought yourself to make eye contact with him, just for your eyes to begin filling with tears. You didn’t want to cry in front of him, in fear that it would chase him away even more, but there was nothing you could do in this moment. He was only a step away with his attention directly on you, and a frown was covering his own face.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out, bringing your hands up to your face to cover the tears that began to fall. The negative feelings you’ve felt over the past weeks surfacing just because of the slightest attention from him.

Deep down you felt angry. Angry that he was able to go day by day without your love and affection while all you wanted was his attention and love right back. Angry that he’s coming out of the woodworks now and suddenly ready to give you his attention. But you mainly felt insecure and sad. Insecure about yourself and that you clearly weren’t living up to what he needed. Sad that all you could think about was him and getting his attention just to never receive it.

“Why are you sorry?” He asks, lightly setting his hands on yours to pull them away from your face. You held your hands tighter against yourself, not quite wanting to face him yet. He retracted his hands but stayed where he was standing, not giving you anymore space, “Are you okay, honey? What’s going on?”

His question was enough for you to pull your hands away from yourself and give him a bewildered look. Does he not realize what he’s done over the past month or so? Does he not feel the separation between the two of you? Did he even miss you like you missed him over this time?

“What do you mean what’s going on?” You asked exasperated, “this is the first time you’ve truly talked to me in like a month, Aaron. I expected to come out of this bathroom and have you break up with me!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air just to land back at your sides.

“Break up with you?” He quietly repeats, taking a few steps back from you. His brows were furrowed, and he seemed to finally take in your state. You had lost a good amount of weight, the bones in your face a bit more prominent and deep bags formed under your eyes. You were wearing an outfit he had never seen you in, and it overall felt like you were cosplaying someone else.

“Was it something I did? Or the way I look? I promise I can change, just please don’t break up with me. I don’t want to experience this life without you,” you sobbed. You were beginning to panic, letting your insecurities out in fear that this will be one of your last moments with him.

His shocked face turned to a frown as he quickly approached you, pulling you into his chest and tucking your head under his chin.

“Y/N, I need you to believe me when I say I will never break up with you. You are it for me,” he speaks, rubbing your back to try and quell your sobs, “you did nothing wrong, there is nothing wrong with the way you look. you absolutely do not need to change anything about yourself. Is that why you changed your hair? And lost some weight? I am so sorry sweetheart,” he continues. He puts his hands on your arms and peels you apart so he can look you in your eyes, “I am so sorry, Y/N. I am sorry I made you feel this way. Work has just been crazy and I’ve been seemingly ignoring the one thing that matters most to me,” he admits. Your tears begin to slow but the shake throughout your body stayed put.

“You barely talked to me. You wouldn’t eat dinner with me, we haven’t spent time together in over a month. We sleep in the same bed but it feels like we’re worlds apart. Did you even miss me?” You replied, your heart breaking at your own words. He let out a deep sigh and began walking you back to the bed, gently sitting you down on it as he dropped to his knees so he was looking up at you while holding your hands.

“Believe me when I say I think about you all the time. I have missed you, and I have noticed the distance, I just didn’t know how to fix it with what was going on in my work life, but that’s not a good excuse,"

"You're right, Aaron, that's not a good excuse," you interrupted. You couldn't help but let your anger seep through a bit. He had noticed it all but didn't feel the need to change anything?

"I love you so much," you continued, "I love you so much that I've stuck through this, but I somehow blamed it on myself and thought there was something wrong with me. I thought I had done something wrong or you realized you weren't attracted to me, and it's not fair for you to just show back up and apologize like this past month hasn't hurt me to no ends."

He was still looking up at you from his kneeling position on the ground in front of you, his brows furrowed as he thought of a response.

"I should've communicated with you more, I know that," he started, placing his hands on each of your knees and gently rubbing, "I shouldn't have let work distract me so much from you, my sweet girl. I hate that I made you doubt yourself. Please let me make it up to you. You deserve so much better than how I've been treating you."

You couldn't help the tears filling your eyes once more. You hadn't thought about your reconciliation with Aaron throughout all of this. You hadn't thought about how you wanted him to apologize or what it would take for you to feel better about this all. All you know is you are grateful that he's back, and safe, and seemingly still in love with you.

"You still love me?" you ask quietly.

"Of course I do, honey. You are the love of my life. I couldn't even imagine not being in love with you."

He brought up a hand to wipe underneath your eyes before pulling you into a hug, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. You felt your body relax and took in a deep breath, letting the scent of him level your mind out.

"How about we start small?" he asks, bringing your attention back to the conversation and not just the physical comfort he was bringing you, "How about I order dinner in, you pick out a movie and we can get comfy on the couch and have an at home date night?"

"Yeah?" you ask, "you don't have any work to do?" you couldn't help question from falling from your mouth. You didn't want to hurt him or throw things back in his face, but you were still just a bit upset.

"No, baby. I have no work to do, and I have requested the entire weekend off so I can spend more time with you. I'm sorry for everything, sweetheart. I promise it'll never happen again."

He stood up from his kneeling position and grabbed your hands, pulling you up so you were standing face to face.

"I love you, and i'm so grateful for you. Thank you for sticking with me even when i'm hard to be with. Now please let me be here for you."

You couldn't help the small smile from forming on your face before falling into his embrace. He was quick to wrap his arms around you and kiss the top of your head. A deep sigh escaped your mouth, finally feeling the comfort you've been craving. Slowly turning your head up, you caught his attention before leaning in and kissing him. His hand gently carressed your cheek, pulling you deeper into the kiss. As you separated small smiles covered both of your faces, and your breaths mingled as you rested your foreheads together.

"I will never take advantage of your love for me ever again. I am sorry for abandoning you and making you feel like I wasn't in love with you anymore. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

You nodded at his words, not having much to say other than acknowledging his apology.

"Now come on, let's decide what you're in the mood for dinner wise. I brought some nice wine home, and we can chat until the food gets here. I want to hear about every little thing that I have missed."

You knew this was a good start. You knew this conversation wasn't fully over and that you would have time to organize your thoughts and say what you really needed to say about the situation, but you didn't need to let them all out now. For now you were going to be thankful that he is back and you get a full weekend with him. For now you were going to bask in the fact that you have your Aaron back, and you two are back on the same page.

A/N - My writing is a little rusty from not writing for years, pls bare with me hahahaha i couldn't get the ending right on this but i was sick of it sitting in my drafts so i'm posting anways

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Pile 1

Currently I see that you’re trying to mature, you’re concerned about finances and you think a lot about your future. I see that some of you could be thinking about having a family but you want more stability first, I see that you’re concerned about reaching your goals and trying to figure out how to be more successful. I see that you’re manifesting success/long lasting success, I see you manifesting more action and less stagnation. You could be manifesting a type of success that takes a long time so don’t be in a rush to get what you want, you’re manifesting your ideas come to life but with more stability and longevity/you want to put action into your plans and ideas. I see that you’re manifesting control and assertiveness, you’re manifesting the skills to maintain what you want. The blessings coming towards you is optimism, happiness, hope, success/completion, and letting go or getting rid of toxicity. I see that you’re going to be more confident in your self and ideas, you will be more optimistic and going after your goals will pay off. I see that you’re going to get some enlightenment on what you should do to improve your life or to meet your goals quicker, I see you completing things that you’ve been trying to achieve for a while and closing out cycles. I see you having more control or restraint in your life and finding a way to let go of the unhealthy and toxic things that could be holding you back. I see that these blessings will help you be happier overall and it’ll make you more passionate/optimistic. 𝘈𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦- 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘛𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦. Signs- Leo/pisces, cancer in 3rd house/ Taurus in 4th house. Initial- G, V, Q, R, Z

Pile 2

Currently I see that you’re trying to stay true to yourself and put yourself out there more, I see you being more mature and authentic. I see you thinking a lot or thinking a lot about your family and the stability of your family, you may be overthinking about a lot of things. You might be thinking about your future partner and what they’re like or thinking about having a family with your future partner. I see that you’re manifesting a new beginning in love that’s fulfilling, you’re manifesting someone that is very giving/caring because you’re usually the one that gives or cares too much. You’re manifesting better control over your emotions and being less emotional, I see that you’re manifesting more rest and relaxation. You could also be manifesting healing and the strength to walk away from the things that don’t serve you anymore. The blessings coming towards you is companionship in your love life and harmony/balance, you will find someone new that gets along with you and that relates to you. I also see you being blessed with preparation so that you can get ready for your long term manifestations, you will be blessed with hard won success and a victory that you’re in control of. 𝘈𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦- 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭y 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. Signs-Aries/sagittarius, Gemini in 6th or 10th house, Initals- R, L, T, K, P, Z

Pile 3

Currently I see that you’re in your feminine energy, you’re in the energy of receiving instead of chasing. I see that things may feel easier for you or like you can manifest better, I see you realizing how blessed you already are. I see that you may feel lost or confused about what you’re meant to do and what your next steps should be moving forward, currently you could be the thinking about who can match you the best and what your ideal person would be like. Currently you may be getting unexpected things that are really helpful and it could be because of how grateful you are for the things you already have. I see that you’re manifesting better companionship or more friends, I see you’re manifesting fun times with the people you care about. I see that you’re manifesting peace with someone you have conflict with, you may be feeling isolated at the moment. Blessings coming towards you are romance/success in your romantic life, perseverance, heightened intuition/ things going in your favor because you listen to your intuition. I see that you will have more friends or have good times and fun with your friends, I see that listening to your intuition will help you achieve your goals and it will help you meet the kind of person you’re looking for in your love life. I see you being blessed with more passion in your love life, I also see you being blessed with perseverance/ strength to keep going and endure the obstacles in your life. I see that you’ll be blessed with success and recognition, enduring the mental/physical or emotional challenges will pay off. You will be blessed with whatever you’re manifesting, your willpower and determination will help you get what you want. 𝘈𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦- 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘎𝘰𝘥/𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 ���𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. Signs- Scorpio/aries, Aquarius in 12th house/ Scorpio in 1st house. Initials- X, Y, R, K

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[damiansgoodgirll]

i know you said you were still elaborating smackdown but did you see raw? i have a request but it might contain spoilers? i don’t know how you feel about that sort of thing so i thought i should give a warning :)

may i request…

reader comforting rhea after the little argument with her war-games team. reader sees how worked up rhea is getting over war-games . reader try’s to get rhea to relax and not be in her head so much. yes she wants to get back at liv and raquel, but she needs to stay focused, and not go into the fight with blind rage. because she might injure herself more and hows she supposed to get the title back if shes all broken and injured??

plz rhea seems so worked up she needs to take it easy before she breaks herself T_T. -xoxox anon

rhea ripley x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️nothing major, some anxiety from rhea side, comfort, love and fluff overall

the leader

“this is gonna be a mess” rhea kept whispering as she paced back and forth through the small changing room.

“rhea, you gotta calm down…everything is going to be fine” you tried to calm her down but she wasn’t listening anybody but her mind in that moment.

“how? jade is injured, bayley took her spot last minute, i still argue with bianca. how do you expect me to calm down? the match is gonna be a total disaster…” rhea was anxious. she hardly trusted the girls on her team and the only person she wanted by her side was you. unfortunately you got a mild injury a few weeks ago and you were still recovering before being cleared out to fight again.

“bianca will come around eventually. bayley and naomi trust you. iyo practically adores you. you’re gonna be a great leader, i know that rhea…just have a little faith in yourself” you smiled, patting the empty spot next to you on the couch.

reluctantly she sat next to you “how do you know that?”

“because you led me to be the wrestler i am today” you smiled at her “you believed in me, you fought hard to get me where i am today in the company, that’s why i know that. you’re a good leader and i know war games is gonna be a success, i just know it” you had faith in rhea. you knew what she was capable of.

eventually she calmed down. laying her head down on your shoulder, you brought your hand into her dark hair, softly massaging her scalp “relax baby…everything gonna be okay” you whispered softly, feeling her body relaxed against you and into your touch.

but the days leading to the match weren’t exactly as you imagined them.

rhea and the team were training very hard. you knew how bad rhea wanted to have her revenge on liv and raquel, that’s the main reason she joined the team, but you had to remind her multiple times that this match wasn’t only about her, it was about the team, that she had to cooperate and help her teammates to win.

when the day of the match came, you noticed how tense rhea was.

“you ready mami?” you asked her as she was getting ready backstage.

you saw her reluctantly nodding “yeah…”

“rhea?”

“it’s just…i feel like they had more time to prepare themselves and come up with a better plan…” she was doubting herself.

“have you noticed something off during these past weeks? something that might make liv’s team crumble?” you knew that liv’s team was selfish and everyone was playing for themselves. you needed rhea to notice that too.

“raquel will try to stop me from attacking liv” she breathed out “candace and tiffany don’t go along to well, and tiffany is still looking to cash in” you saw the concentration in her eyes “oh, and nia can’t really fight”

“good. that’s good, use that in your favour. you know their weak spots, use them against them” you said “so now, let me ask you again…are you ready?”

“yeah…yeah, i’m so fucking ready” you smiled at her while she put her mask on. she looked incredibly hot with that gear on and you couldn’t stop looking at her “what you looking at?” she asked, clearly amused.

“oh, just about the gift you’re gonna get once you win this match” you winked at her, leaving her speechless as you left the changing room.

rhea needed time with her teammates.

they needed to talk about the plan, the tactics they were going to use.

and you gave them all the time they needed.

you stayed backstage watching anyone’s entrance. rhea was fabulous as always. you saw how rhea pumped her girls up and you couldn’t be prouder. she was a great leader, anyone saw it except herself.

as the match began, you noticed how rhea was letting all of her teammates go first, leaving her behind to be the last. you heard from time to time rhea encouraging the girls from the cage.

you knew she had this match in her hands.

her time came as she rushes into the steel cage. she was fabulous. you saw her confidence growing as she started doing what she can do best.

and the moment liv stepped into the ring, you knew it was over for her and her team.

rhea fought through pain and tears.

there were a few moments where you thought that liv’s team was going to win, you saw how tired the girls were but they never stopped fighting.

her team fought hard and they managed to get the win back home.

you happily cheered backstage.

jumping up and down, you saw how happy she was.

you couldn’t be prouder.

they did it. rhea did it.

you didn’t expect to come directly to you - knowing that she would be full with interviews and post victory photos - but the moment she won, her mind began racing and thinking about you.

you felt her arms coming from behind and you slightly jumped before hearing her comforting voice “i did it” she whispered in your ears.

you didn’t have to turn around to know that she had a big smile on her face but eventually, you turned to face her and her big smile melted you.

“you did it mami” you whispered, seeing her nodding.

“and that’s because of you…you believed in me when no one else did, when i was doubting myself, you were there to help me up…thank you” she smiled softly before leaning her face down to meet your lips. she was soft, delicate.

“you did it because you are amazing rhea, you and your team did an incredible job, you deserve this” you whispered against her lips, seeing her smile even more.

before she could kiss you again, you heard bayley’s voice coming from behind.

“sorry to interrupt but they are looking for you rhea, we gotta do some interviews” she said a little awkward, feeling sorry to interrupt.

“go” you whispered “go and have your moment, i have something planned for us tonight” you winked before kissing her softly.

she smiled, a genuine smile that was rare coming from her.

she waved at you before leaving the room with bayley.

you watched the whole press conference with a big smile on your face. you saw how everyone was happy to have rhea in the team. you saw how her and bianca got along together. you saw how she gained her team trust and confidence, how they all smiled at her.

this was a big moment for her - her big moment and you couldn’t be happier.

[puck-luck]

evening embrace | jack hughes

warnings: oral (m! & f! receiving) aka 69 BABYYYY!!!!! whiny jack, silly jack, established realtionship af, very domestic pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader request: "jack hughes coming home from practice or a game all grumpy and frustrated and just ranting endlessly about whatever is pissing him off so u just casually decide to give him head mid-rant. without a word you just start palming him over his pants while he’s mid sentence and he’d be like “baby, what are you doing?” and you’d casually make your way to your knees with a shrug and say “you’re stressed, seem like you could use some relief” and once you’ve got his dick out and you’re about to bring it to your lips you’d say “you can continue with your ranting baby, promise i won’t get distracted” with an innocent little pout i-" wc: 4423

Jack had a bad day. The Devils just had their first few preseason games and Jack, although he felt ready to get back into his normal routine, feels like his shoulder injury from last season is still a little tender. He can’t pinpoint the exact moment that he snapped, but he thinks that he blacked out around the time when he missed a pivotal pass that resulted in a breakaway and goal in the game today. He’s never been so angry after a game– and this is just preseason.

He bursts through the door to your shared apartment, already ranting. 

“This is shit,” Jack complains, dropping his bags in the doorway and kicking off his shoes. 

“What’s shit, Jacky?” You ask from the couch, wrapped up in a blanket and reading a book. Now that he’s home, though, you set the book down and give him your attention.

“I’m not playing good enough,” Jack huffs out, frustrated and annoyed. “It’s my stupid shoulder. I’ve rehabbed it, I’ve gotten it fixed through surgery, and I still feel like I’m not playing at 100%.”

“Aw, honey, come sit,” you say, patting the cushion beside you. 

Jack stalks over, collapsing onto the couch cushions and pulling you onto his lap. He kisses you hello before going back to his ranting. 

“I knew I needed to work more on my wrister before the game,” he says. “But Keefe wanted us to run drills at camp so that we could be better all-around.”

You hum when you need to, but Jack’s just complaining and pouting. He had a tough day and wants to get all of his negative thoughts out, knowing that you don’t mind listening to him when he has problems.

“And I appreciate being a good team all-around, you know,” Jack continues. “But there should be times during practice when a guy can go work on his own shit, which will make the team better overall once he’s perfected the skill.”

“Maybe you can talk to Nico about that,” you murmur, tracing the letters on Jack’s shirt. 

“I don’t want to be that guy,” Jack grumbles. “It’s a team sport. If Keefe wants us to practice as a team, then that’s what we’ll do. He’s the coach.”

You nod absentmindedly, adjusting yourself on Jack’s lap. Your hand continues to pet over his covered chest as he talks. His muscles are defined; it’s clear that he put in the work during his time off. You know he did, actually. You’ve watched his body swell and gain muscle mass over the summer and you’ve been able to see the changes up close and personal.

But not this past week: training camp started and Jack has been so tired and stressed out that he’ll come home, eat dinner with you, and collapse into bed with nary a makeout sesh anywhere. He’s been too tired to get off with you, although you know it relaxes him and helps him keep his mind clear, so you haven’t pushed.

Yet, as he talks about his day, you can’t stop thinking about how much better this would be if your lips were wrapped around his dick.

Your hand drops to his lap, palming his length over his shorts and interrupting Jack’s sentence.

He catches your wrist. “Baby, what are you doing?” Jack asks. “I’m talking to you.”

You blink up at him innocently, moving from his lap and sliding down to the ground. You situate yourself prettily on your knees, right between his thighs. Again, you touch the front of his shorts, rubbing the area like you’re giving him a handjob over his pants. “You seem stressed,” you tell him, simply. “Like you could use some relief.”

Jack’s mouth is agape, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. “I– um, yeah, I mean, I guess I’m stressed,” he replies, agreeing with you with an additional nod.

“Let me help,” you offer, cupping his bulge with your hand before leaning in to brush a fleeting kiss against the growing tent. You mouth along for a moment before bringing his waistband down, revealing his tight boxer-briefs. His semi is much more noticeable in just the underwear, straining more against the fabric as he grows harder. You fit your lips over the tip of his cock and suck slightly, through his shorts, just to make Jack jump.

“Yeah,” Jack agrees, touching the back of your neck hesitantly. He moves like he’s still confused and not quite sure what’s happening.

“Keep talking, baby,” you say to him as you pull his length out of his underwear and start to stroke it. You press a kiss to the crown of his cock, then pull back. “I’m listening. I promise I won’t get distracted.” You blink up at him through your eyelashes, watching countless emotions pass over Jack’s face before you kitten-lick over his slit and hum in approval. 

“It’s just hard,” Jack says, his eyes still wide and blown because of the shock that came over him when you made your bold move. “To, uh–”

He trails off, gesturing helplessly as your tongue traces the veins on the underside of his cock. You hum, bobbing your head in a commiserating, blatantly sarcastic nod. You know what you’re doing to him. You know that Jack goes boneless whenever you suck him off, that he promptly loses his words when you gag on his cock. 

So, you pull away from him. You let your spit pool where it lay while your lips were around him– able to use it as lube as you pump him, blinking up at him like you’re unimpressed. “C’mon, J. I thought you had things to be frustrated about.”

“I do!” Jack exclaims, finding his words after your mouth parts from his body.

“Oh, you do,” you repeat, a smug little smile on your face. “So tell me about it.”

“I– well– it doesn’t matter now,” Jack whines, his hips twitching under your calm palm. 

You furrow your brow and tilt your head to the side. “It doesn’t?”

Jack covers his face with his hands and makes a frustrated noise.

“Well, if that doesn’t matter, then why am I doing this?” You ask, feigning complete confusion even as you continue to stroke him. Jack has obviously gotten side tracked– and the relief of your mouth is like a wet rag on a dry erase board: it wipes everything completely clean and fresh. “I thought I was offering you something sweet to make up for your bad day.”

“You are, just– stop stopping!” 

You move your head from side to side with each word in your response: “You can’t make me!”

At a stalemate, Jack deflates. He frowns to himself, then pointedly at you. You’re still stroking him, just teasing him, waiting for him to sweetly ask you to continue until–

Jack pulls you up onto the couch and takes your place, sinking to the ground on his knees with his pants and underwear pooling around his ankles. He doesn’t bother to take his clothes off before he touches your leggings reverently with a light ghosting of his fingertips. He brushes a sweet kiss against the inside of your thigh as he touches you, but the sweetness and teasing doesn’t last very long.

“How was your day?” Jack asks with a smirk and another kiss to your covered skin. He pulls at the waistband of your leggings, dragging them down your legs in a totally obvious way.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” you warn.

“Not doing anything,” Jack teases. 

“Don’t lie to me, Jack Hughes.”

“Full name,” Jack notes offhandedly. He licks his lips and rubs his thumb along your slit, still covered by your godforsaken panties. If he’s going to do something, he had better do it. “Just giving my baby a taste of her own medicine,” he adds.

“My day was fine, thank you very much,” you retort.

Jack hums, fiddling with the edge of your panties, the part of the underwear that’s covering his favorite part of you. “What’d you do?” He asks.

“I showered,” you say.

“Without me,” Jack adds. You don’t have time to berate him for acting like a fuckboy– not when he starts mouthing over your hipbones until he finds the waistband of your panties. He takes the band between his teeth and drags the fabric down to meet your leggings. All the while, he stares up at you with his own wide, blown, horny eyes. 

“And I had breakfast, then I worked for a while, then I got lunch with my coworker like I told you about last night–” You continue, but Jack interrupts, pulling away from your bare cunt.

He pouts a bit. “What coworker?” Jack asks. “Who was it again?”

You muster the courage to glare at him. Jack just grins, his thumb sweeping through your folds like he hasn’t got a care in the world. 

“Sadie,” you remind him. “The new girl in accounting.”

“Oh, Sadie,” Jack drawls, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly. “How could I forget about Sadie?” He smiles at you briefly to show that he’s messing with you, then nears your mound. “What did you eat?” He asks, just before replacing his thumb with the tip of his tongue, pride written all over his face as you take a deep breath.

“We got those Mediterranean bowls you like,” you say. You don’t tell him that there’s one in the fridge waiting for him.

“Without me,” Jack repeats, sounding a little more forlorn than the first time. Who knew that showering without your boyfriend would be less titillating than a Mediterranean bowl from that place down the street?

Regardless, you still don’t tell him about your little surprise in the kitchen.

“Without you,” you agree. “I can’t always be with you, you know.”

“Mhm, and it’s one of the worst things I’ve ever had to go through,” Jack says, using his thumbs to pull your lips apart so he can really dig in and lavish your cunt. Jack drinks up the gasp that leaves your mouth when his tongue twirls against your clit, then drops lower to press against your entrance. Jack presses a kiss against your entrance before his tongue really works into you, rendering him quiet.

You know he expects you to continue speaking, just as you expected him to continue. One thing you’ve always been better at than Jack is compartmentalizing– you swear it comes with the territory of being a woman compared to being a man– but you’ve missed this so much that you don’t care about his gloating that will come later. 

“Jack, come–”

You interrupt yourself with a breathy gasp, hands flying to his hair. Jack has always loved when you tug at the brown waves adorning his head, so the heady look in his eyes when he looks up at you is no surprise. It’s also no surprise that your gasp has Jack flattening his tongue and showering your cunt with attention.

You had meant to ask him to come back up onto the couch, wanting him to be comfortable, but Jack doesn’t seem to care. You still want him to fill your mouth. There’s a trace of his salty precum on your tongue and the absence of his cock on the muscle leaves you writhing. 

He eats you out messily, getting your juices all over his lips, cheeks, and chin. When he pulls away to catch a breath, you admire how his chest heaves with the effort to fill his lungs before diving back in and the way he licks his lips. You grip his hair, tugging slightly to get his attention, and then Jack’s disheveled baby blues are back on you. He smiles dopily, moving to wrap his lips around your clit, but before he can, you speak.

“Come up here,” you implore, tugging at his hair again. 

“Wanna stay here,” Jack replies, succeeding in his efforts to reconnect with your core this time. 

Despite the shockwaves flying through your body at his powerful suction, you remain steadfast. You’re even able to string a sentence together that has Jack pausing: “Please, J, wanna suck you too,” you complain.

It isn’t long until Jack thinks of a joke to refute you. “Baby, I’m 86, not 69.”

“Jack,” you complain, tugging his hair again indignantly as he laughs against your cunt, enjoying his own joke. “Not funny.”

“Very funny,” Jack mumbles, fitting a finger inside of you and thumbing over your clit in the absence of his mouth. You’re grinding down against him now, not nearly full enough or satisfied enough. Jack’s smirk tells you that there’s more coming. “You want to have my cock in your mouth so bad that you’ll do your least favorite sex position on the couch?”

You groan. Of course he remembered the conversation he walked in on when you had your girlfriends over a couple of months ago– a lengthy, very detailed, very philosophical conversation about which sex positions are practical and impractical, as well as what places are more practical than others. 

You don’t suck Jack off as he eats you out often. It’s not something you ever really feel the need to do, even though Jack has admitted to loving the way you’ll moan against his cock and rock back into his mouth like you’re unsure which is better. The reason you don’t do it often, though, is that you can rarely finish like that. And Jack, being the doting, pussy-drunk boyfriend he is, would rather have you in a position where you’ll come all over his cock or his face rather than struggle to make it to your destination.

As for the couch, you’ve always thought that it’s more fun to ride Jack and distract him from whatever he’s watching on the TV, or for him to bend you over the edges of the furniture to pound into you from behind.

But today– today, you’re confident that you can finish. It’s been over a week since Jack felt like doing anything and you’re needy. You’re not ashamed of it, either– you love your boyfriend and the passion shared between you both is enough to steam up the windows of the apartment. It’s no secret that Jack does everything he can to make you feel good.

Which is how you’re going to convince him to get back on the couch and fill you completely, please you from both ends until you’re boneless and smothering him with your cunt– “The ideal way to die,” according to Jack, and all of his friends who insisted he was right when he dared to bring up sex at one of the parties on the lake house the previous summer. 

“Jack,” you say, simple and plain. You lean forward on the couch, reaching down to cradle his face in your palms. Your hands get sticky with your own slick, but it’s no big deal. After all, you’d already touched Jack’s dick, so it’s not like your hands are clean. You press a fleeting kiss to his nose, making Jack grin widely. “Wanna sit on this pretty face,” you tell him. “While I gag on your cock.”

“Mm, yeah?” Jack asks. The way he perks up is laughable: if he was a dog, he’d be wagging his tail. “Gonna come in my mouth while I come in yours?”

You shiver at the thought of a simultaneous orgasm– your own warmth and relaxation taking over your body while Jack fills you up. You nod slightly, biting your lip to hold back a needy whine. Your eyelashes flutter as you watch Jack stand from his spot between your legs. 

He lays on the couch, his head resting on a throw pillow for some extra leverage. He makes himself comfortable, and it’s a little silly that both of you still have your shirts on, but Jack sticks out his tongue and waves you forward. The position makes you laugh, combined with his antics, so you make a silly move of your own. 

You crawl towards him, across the couch, trying to look like Sophie in Mamma Mia while she and Sky sing ‘Lay All Your Love on Me,’ but there’s no music playing. It’s just you and Jack and your soft little giggles, which are eventually quieted by a sweet kiss and a swipe of Jack’s tongue against your own. You can taste yourself on him and he can taste himself on you, which has Jack smiling into the kiss. His teeth clink against yours for a second, then he pats your hip and you pull away.

“Come have a seat, baby,” Jack invites, unable to wipe the grin off of his face. You shake your head and avert your eyes, blushing a little bit at how giddy you’ve made him with just a few kisses, some attention to his cock, and access to your pussy.

“Forgotten all about your bad day?” You tease.

“It turned out okay, I think,” Jack replies with a wink. He keeps his hands on your body as you turn, then line yourself up with his mouth. You’ve got the perfect view of his cock in this position, standing up and red for you, just waiting for you to lean forward and welcome him into the warm wetness of your mouth.

Jack hasn’t waited to admire you. He’s already sloppily mouthing at your lips, sliding his tongue against your clit. He has his arms looped around your thighs, hands planted squarely on your ass. He grips your cheeks and spreads them so that he can pull you back further and work his tongue inside of you. For your hesitation, he gives your clit a little nip to encourage you forward. It doesn’t hurt, but it does surprise you, and you let out a hushed yelp. Jack giggles before returning to your entrance, prodding at you.

You bend forward, laying across Jack’s body and holding yourself up by laying your forearms on his abdomen. Your left hand pets over the skin on his hip while your right holds his base steady. You gather some spit in your mouth before letting it drip onto his slit. The fluid drips down his cock, but you’re determined to replace your spit with ropes of his cum.

You take him in your mouth as far as you can, moaning when his tip nudges the back of your throat. He twitches in your mouth, involuntary but welcome. You love when he’s unable to control his reactions, doubling down on his enthusiasm at your core. 

You can feel yourself dripping all over Jack’s face. His hands are strong on your hips, pulling you back to grind against his mouth. Taking an arm from around your thigh, he brings his fingers back to your core, sliding two inside of you while he focuses on your clit. 

He’s so messy and he keeps making slurping sounds because he’s so into it, which is completely not sexy, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. You treasure the moans and hums that follow the unattractive slurping– Jack’s voice has grown high-pitched and needy, completely intoxicated by your taste.

You imagine him now, cheeks flushed just as pink as yours. Hell, his lips are probably swollen and the same shade of red as his tip. 

You bring a hand up to move your hair to one side of your head, the strands brushing Jack’s thigh and tickling him slightly. It’s necessary for you to give this blowjob your full attention, and you can’t have your hair getting in the way now, not after you’ve been missing Jack’s cock for a full week.

No, you’re just as drunk as he is, moaning and gagging and humming. You pull out all the stops– leaving his cock to kiss over his balls and suck at the skin while you pump his member. Jack’s always enjoyed that extra touch, his hips jumping uncontrollably into your space for the second time tonight.

“Wanna fuck my face?” You ask, words coming out in a rush. 

Jack keens beneath you, holding you closer. He pumps his fingers inside you quickly, working a third into your hole and curling his knuckles until he finds your sweet spot, making you moan wantonly. His hips are moving again, wiggling beneath you until you bring your lips back to his tip. You press a kiss against his slit before opening your mouth as wide as you can, hollowing your cheeks against his shaft until Jack starts to move.

He’s quick like a jack-hammer. His movements are twitchy and shallow because, as you’ve said time and time again, Jack has never been the world’s greatest multitasker. He’s able to perform well on the ice, very athletically minded and capable, but when his mind gets all foggy and sex-crazed, he’s completely helpless. 

He chases his pleasure wildly. He continues to make his sweet, pretty whimpers against your pussy. His tongue flicks over your clit as fast as he can manage while also fingering you and fucking into your mouth– he’s working overtime and his chest is heaving with harsh breaths. You take it, even rolling your hips against his fingers to try and help him out. 

You’d feel bad about making him do all the work, but you’ve known since the beginning of your relationship how Jack feels about making you come: he loves it. It’s better than his own release. He always wants you to come over his tongue or make a mess all over his cock or fingers.

“Baby, baby,” Jack whines against your clit, his lips brushing the nerves as he talks. “Fuck, gonna come, please, please–”

“Uh-huh,” you hum, the best response you can give with your mouth stuffed with his cock. The vibrations send Jack over the edge and he lurches beneath you, pulling his fingers from your hole and replacing them with his tongue. He switches, putting his thumb on your clit and rubbing furious circles until you’re writhing above him.

You’re able to swallow a mouthful of his cum before you have to squeeze your eyes shut and focus on your own orgasm, milliseconds away from breaking down the dam inside of you. You pull off of Jack’s cock and pant above him, continuing to stroke him through his climax. 

Your eyes are a little teary from the ecstasy coursing through your veins, fueled completely by Jack’s rapid movements and equally frequent muffled pleas. He can’t stop begging you to release all over his face, even with his tongue inside of you. You can’t focus on what he’s saying, but his voice is wrecked and bordering on distressed. That’s how bad he needs you to come, how badly he needs to make you come.

His jaw has got to be aching by this point, having eaten you out for so long, but you’re so close.

You sit up a bit, just enough that you can place your hands on his muscular thighs and grind back against his face. Your hips are quick, messy, and inconsistent. “Jack,” you cry out, your breath leaving you like a hard fall to the ground knocking all the air from your lungs.

“Yeah, yeah,” he encourages, his tongue flicking over your walls.

You come harder than you ever have like this– maybe harder than you ever have in general. Jack holds you against him and laps at your release, despite the pleasure causing your hips to jerk and try to escape. You lose track of yourself, feeling completely gone. There’s a chance you’ll have to wash the couch cushions later, with the way you’re spreading slick over Jack’s face. It feels endless, your orgasm, and you think Jack may have actually made up for a week of nothing in just one night. 

He licks over you until there’s nothing left for him to taste. His hair has gone wild, eyes bright but groggy and hazy at the same time. You’re sure you look the same, unwilling to find yourself in the mirror across the room when you roll off of Jack and find a shaky footing on the floor. Your shirt is damp with sweat, as is Jack’s. He lifts the neckline to wipe the lower half of his face, dazed. 

“Fuck,” he sighs, placing a hand over his heart. His eyes look up at you, a slight smile lifting the edges of his lips. “That might be the closest I’ve ever gotten to dying from your pussy, baby.”

You laugh at that, running your fingers through your hair. “I think we both need a shower,” you say with an easy smile. 

Jack yawns. “Then bed?” He asks. 

“If you don’t fall asleep on me right here,” you reply, nodding at his body as it lounges on the couch. You thought you were bad with going boneless– Jack seems to have sank into the cushions. The sight is hilarious– your boyfriend, completely love drunk and smiling up at you like you’re an angel, with his shirt still on but no pants and no underwear. His dick has softened against his hip, the cum you didn’t swallow drying against his skin. “With your dick out and all. Any burglar would run the other direction.”

“You don’t think he’d be impressed?” Jack sits up just enough to look at his length. 

“Maybe not in this state.”

“I’ll just have to explain to him that my girl fucked me so good that I couldn’t move anymore,” Jack ponders with a shrug. He laughs to himself, eyes hooded but blinking slowly at you.

“Well, you did come first,” you agree. You reach out and take his hands, dragging him up to a sitting position, then up to his feet. 

Jack stumbles into you, petting over your rat’s-nest of a head of hair and pressing a series of kisses all over your face.

“Gross, gonna have to do extra skincare tonight,” you pout, pushing him away. 

Jack continues making kissy noises as you pull him towards your shared bedroom, depositing him in front of the shower so that he can start the water while you grab new clothes for the both of you and go to the bathroom. 

He feels you up in the shower until you’re both laughing and covered in suds, unable to keep your lips from the other person’s for longer than a couple of minutes. He makes his hair into a shampooed mohawk just to make you giggle again. His displeasure from earlier in the night is completely gone, and you couldn’t be more glad. 

notes: this is one of my favorite fics i've ever written, so i hope y'all enjoyed!!

[feinv]

asking könig to make you feel better during your period ;)

cw. subby könig if you squint. period stuff. fingering. könig is clueless and dumb. requested.

you’ve been really annoyed since the sun came up, every single thing getting on your nerves because of the period cramps that just wouldn’t go away.

and unfortunately, könig was a victim of your mood swings too.

the first time you snapped at him, he just stared at you with confused puppy eyes, not exactly understanding what he did wrong. but he didn’t give it much thought, and he wasn’t the kind to push it or make a big deal out of something, so he just forgot about it.

but with every passing hour, you grew more and more irritated, every smell and every noise making you want to go on a rampage.

when you told him to get up from the couch cuz he was taking up the space (there was plenty for you to lay down) and to shut up and overall talk less (he didn’t even say anything), he knew something was up.

he fucked up. but what did he even do, schatzi? :(

might not be the brightest in the room in regards emotional maturity, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how the fuck did he manage irritate you so much.

“i’m sorry- liebe, i-i don’t understand what i did but i’m sorry. but can we talk? i fucked up but i don’t kno-” he almost started stuttering when you interrupted him.

“könig, it’s fine. my period just started. you didn’t do anything,” you whined, needing to reassure him just so he can shut up and just do something.

you could see him visibly relax, sighing in relief as he realized he wasn’t the reason of your ruined mood, but he needed to do something, and internet was his best friend in situations like this.

he went through almost every webpage and miraculously managed to skip over the parts where they talk about pain-reliefing orgasms.

like a good and caring partner, he quickly got you your favorite snacks, sodas and even a hot tea, a warm blanket, a heatpad, and put on your favorite tv show.

it was nice, and you always appreciated everything he did for you, but those devilish cramps mixed with sexual frustration AND his cluelessness were just the final straw.

“is this okay, schatz? i can also get you a medication if you need and i hope this will make you feel better-”

“könig i want you to make me feel better,” you almost yell at him as he leans back a bit from where he was sitting next you on the edge of the couch, eyes a little wide in shock as he registered what you just asked him to do.

“oh- i didn’t know- is that allowed…? i mean i ca-”

“just get a towel,” you huffed and half-demanded.

with that he quickly shut up and practically ran to the bathroom to grab a towel big enough to be folded several times, and scooped you up and away towards the bedroom, because for the next hour at least, his only purpose was to satisfy you.

usually he would start off with slow, soft kisses and hickeys all over your body, worshipping your every inch, but knowing how pent up you already were, his fingers immediately started pulling off your underwear and getting to work.

his fore and middle fingers slowly slid in, careful not to hurt you too much, but when he saw you exhale and lay your head back in bliss, he curled his fingers inside, rubbing your inner walls as his thumb started drawing lazy circles on your bud, making you whine out loud.

from what he read earlier, your period not only made your pussy sensitive — hence the cramps — but it applied to your breasts too.

he pulled your shirt up, exposing your bare tits to him as his free hand started playing with your nipple, kneading the plush skin around. his mouth planted kisses along the other one before he started sucking on it, his toungue swirling around your sensitive nub, and up and down, sucking-playing-kneading again and again.

your moans alone were anough to turn his dick hard, his shorts becoming tight and uncomfortable, but it wasn’t about him, he had to take care of you first, and if you allowed or even begged him to use his aching cock too, only then he would comply.

but for now, he solely focused on how tight you were squeezing his fingers and how teary your eyes were from all the euphoria, your wet cheeks matching your saliva covered chest.

your choked moans mixed with sobs reached his ears as you gushed all over his fingers, your orgasm feeling more intense than usual.

with your attitude gone, you peppered his cheeks with kisses as he slowly removed his fingers while his other hand was massaging your hips and tummy.

he knew he was fucked up in the head when his first instinct — upon seeing your juices mixed with blood dripping down his digits — was to put them in his mouth and suck them clean, his dick twitching like a teenager.

but that’s a story for another time ;)

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[fungateshortcakes]

Fight or flight (Logan Howlett x Reader)

Summary: Your sister invited you and your husband Logan to her wedding! Too bad that the wedding was held in your hometown, which was days away from america if you drove by car. There was no other option than to use a plane - Logan wasn't exactly thrilled about it.

Warnings: implied sexual themes (Blowjobs, anal fingering), flight anxiety, possible spelling mistakes bc english Isn't my first language, overall just comforting fluff

Wordcount: 1.1k

Authors note: Does anyone want to peg Logan? Or have some sub!Logan stuff in general? I would write something like that because I have seen so little fics of it, but that makes me wonder if that’s even something people want :/ #JusticeForSubLogan

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Logan hated this, he was only doing it for you. Your sister was getting married tomorrow and invited you and Logan to take part at the ceremony. Very nice of her, that also wasn't the issue. The problem was - she was getting married in your hometown, which was days away from america if you drove by car.

So that's why Logan found himself in a plane that was just about to take off.

You had booked a three-seat row to be a bit more comfortable on the eight-hour flight. You could store your bags on the empty middle seat between you and Logan to have free range of motion for your feet and legs. While you sat at the window, he was the furthest away from it. He couldn't bear to see the ground thousands of feets below you, it made his skin crawl.

He had fastened the seatbelt to the point where it was noticeably too tight against his abdomen, but it gave himself a sense of security. That and his right hand clawing at the arm rest while his left hand was crushing squeezing yours as if he was pushing out a baby. He certainly breathed like that was happening right now.

"Relax, the plane hasn't even started to move yet" you giggled softly, wincing at his strong grip. It definitely was a sight to see your husband all tense and stiff next to you, his chest heaving like he had run a marathon. It was amusing and pitiful at the same time.

He gritted his teeth and huffed, trying to calm himself. "We're gonna crash" he pressed out, looking down to his feet. "We are not gonna crash" you told him, squeezing his hand in reassurance. You knew about his past regarding planes and flying in general, that it was traumatic for him. Not to mention his fear of hights that made him feel anxious like nothing else. He felt sick to the stomach, like he was about to throw up. His chest was thight and he couldn't help the laboured breaths escaping him. You weren't doing this to see him suffer, but you weren't about to travel for a week by car and boat just to be at your sisters wedding for a day and traveling back for a week to america.

You lifted his hand up to your lips, kissing his knuckles soothingly. "Nothing will happen to you, nothing will happen to me. I promise"

He scoffed. "I hate you for putting me through this"

You nodded your head and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "I know" you cooed. "Don't think I am doing this for fun. But at least she is my only sister to get married, so when we are back in america, you won't have to set foot in a plane for a long while, okay?"

Your words only did a little to sooth his nerves, but he nodded his head anyway. It was one, sharp nod followed by a thick swallow. Logan jumped as the plane started moving suddenly, getting out of his parking spot and heading to the departure zone. He pressed his eyes shut and held his breath, mumbling something to himself you couldn't make out.

You rubbed your hand up and down his arm, softly shushing him. You felt a bit useless in this situation. You wanted to help him, but there was no way you could. Nothing you would say would take his fear and anxiety away, but you were determinded to make it better.

The closer the plane got to the departure zone, the faster was Logans breathing. A few flight attendents passing through had been worried about him, asking if he needed something. But he was so scared he couldn't even answer nor look at them.

"First time flying" you lied awkwardly and asked for a pair of earplugs for him. They were brought to you shortly before the plane was starting to become faster, speeding down the lane and picking up the pace. Logan was busy doing some breathing excercises so he wouldn’t completely pass out. That would have been a better option though, because the second the plane took off and gained more and more distance from the ground, his ears ached like a dagger had been rammed into one ear and went out the other. He hissed deeply at the change of pressure, his grip on the armrest nearly cracking the plastic. For others, the pressure gave them a mild headache, but with his heightened sense of hearing, this was torture, like his skull was slowly ripping apart at the seams.

You shoved your bags on the middle seat under your feet and put the armrests up between the seats so you could pull Logans head closer to you. You twisted the earplugs into his ears and held his head against your chest, one arm looped back over his shoulder and covering his eyes, the other on his chest, feeling the strong and erratic thumpthumpthump of his heart. You kissed the crown of his head, your hand moving from his heart to his arm, softly rubbing and squeezing. He whined softly in your grip at the pain the change of pressure brought him. It was still there, but not as bad.

"Shh, I know. It's gonna be over soon. I won't ever take you on a plane again, I'm so sorry" you whispered to him. "Once that wedding is over and we get to the hotel room, I'm gonna make you re-live our own honeymoon. Gonna make you feel good, I'm gonna make you cum so much to make you forget this experience. I want to make it up to you, baby" you cooed into his ear, your quiet voice only muffled, but he heard you anyway. The image of you handling his cock flashed across his mind. When you were really into pleasuring him, nothing could pull your mouth off his dick. You would be busy devouring him, a few fingers loosening up his tight hole while your tounge circled the throbbing, angry red tip of his cock, making him cum his brains out by just pressing the pads of your fingers against that delicious sweet spot inside him. And you wouldn't stop until he only remembered your name.

He shuddered in your grasp and only a small smile pulled at his lips. Well, at least there was something to look forward to. And he was sure you'd pamper him for fighting through this.

As the plane was at it's desired height, his headache lessened and you were able to let him go to sit up straight again, but not before he gave you a soft, thankful kiss. He was a bit calmer now, not as rigid anymore. All thanks to you. He could do this...but only if you continued to hold his hand and smile at him as if there was not a single thing to worry about in this world.

[finsplurtz]

stupid idea — scaramouche

— dom ! male.reader x sub ! scaramouche

— contents : rim job , ass eating lolll , jerking off , mean scara

warnings : none I thinke:3

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“That’s fucking disgusting, absolutely not.” Scara said sternly.

You and this guy have a .. strange relationship. Not dating, not yet at least, but you’re sure he has the tiniest bit of feelings towards you….

Cause he only lets you fuck him, he doesn’t even imagine letting someone else do him.

You guys try many things, today you had asked him if you could eat him out. He had never let you before, it was always fingers and lube back there but you really want to see how he reacts.

“please, scara? It’ll feel good, I’LL be good..” you get closer and look into his eyes begging him.

“I don’t see what the point is. It’s a stupid idea and overall not sanitary.”

“are you saying you don’t clean down there”

“THATS NOT WHAT IM SAYING. THE ANSWER IS NO.”

“ugh scaraaa..~” you whine frustrated before rolling your eyes and turning to walk away.

Well that night he called you cause he wanted to fuck. He irked when you told him no.

“are you serious….fine I don’t care I’ll find someone else.” He never really did, he doesn’t trust anyone enough.

These kept happening for the next two weeks and it really started to eat at him. He was getting fed up and pent up so he had to get you in him fast.

“Fuckface, listen here.” You turn you head to him listening.

“You can.. ugh do whatever the fuck you want with me but im telling you I won’t fucking like it. You better get me off tonight.” And with that he stormed off. You felt a grin tug at your lips gosh you’re a fucking animal

Now he’s sitting on the bed staring at you.

“……..well are you going to tell me what to do!?” He asks visibly upset.

“Oh uhm just.. turn around and ass up” scara scoffs before turning around and resting his head on the mattress, lifting his bare ass up in the air.

“fucking idiot..disgusting.” He mumbles under his breath. He’s 100% sure he’s going to hate this, the thought alone makes him want to fucking die.

You begin by running your hands over his smooth bottom, placing gentle kisses all over his ass.

He’s mad as hell staring off to the side waiting for something else to happen.

You spread him open to get a good look at his beautiful puckering hole, all ready for your slick tongue to rub against it.

You decide to slightly tease and blow hot hair against his hole but only lick besides it. You feel the boy under you tense up.

You do this for about a minute or two before you finally run your tongue over his entrance earning a small flinch from the guy.

You’re kissing it so slowly and passionately, taking you’re time and slowly starting to ease your tongue in.

He feels hot and he’s starting to close his eyes in relaxation, his back arching a bit more as he feels your tongue slowly enter him.

Didn’t take long for him to start slightly squirming under you as your hole tongue pokes at his insides.

“ugh..so…wet…~” he’s gripping the sheets and rubbing his face against them, his legs trembling ever so slightly.

You bring your free hand down to his hard dick and start pumping as you eat him out.

“augh..~ fuck so…mmmgh” you feel yourself twitch at his pretty noises, thrashing around your tongue even more and squeezing his dick tighter.

He began to get loud and throw his ass back on you, your other hand went down to push his chest further into the mattress bringing his ass more to you.

“oh shit..! imma fu—ckin….c..come..” he’s panting against the sheets, his eyes rolled back. You pump him faster and he his legs give out on him the second he releases making a mess under him.

“Ha..ha..hnngh..~” you pull back and admire your artwork, teasing by running your fingers over his now sensitive cum coated tip.

That rim job alone got him extremely exhausted, he wanted to knock out. You pull your aching dick out of your pants and slap it against his loosened wet hole.

“all ready to be used, dear..~” you coo making him whine in response.

a/n; i’m rlly trying to cook here give me a second