#the “i really love him moment” *cries*

[blvdprn]

— VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL

jjk (human) men x dom!top!male reader

special day with your lovely boyfriend

ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, & naoya

nsfw — non-specified, suguru’s part is shorter srry, slight homophobia & misogyny from naoya surprise surprise

wc: not counted

It was your first ever Valentine’s Day with your boyfriend. Or rather, the first Valentine’s Day when neither of you was busy. Usually, one or the other had a job to do that day —seeing as work never rests— but today, finally, you were both free.

And you were pretty excited.

See, you’ve been planning a little something for a while. After a nice and romantic day filled with sexual tension and ending with a candle-lit dinner, a surprise was waiting for you and your boyfriend at home.

Your sex life wasn’t lacking per se, it was more so some things went unexplored because of an insufficient amount of time. Usually (and sadly), you guys had quickies. There was nothing special about it, it was just a way to relieve stress and show each other that yes you still find the other very appealing. I mean, how could you not? Living with an insanely attractive man and what’s that? Dating said, attractive man? Mmmm, yes, please.

Pushing the key into the lock after paying the bill and driving home, you were nearly shaking with anticipation for what was about to come. Opening the door to your shared house, you quickly pulled the man in, knowing damn well you’d get a noise complaint in the morning. Or at the very least, a nasty stink eye from your neighbours.

—GOJO SATORU : cock bondage

“Fuck!”

“Mm— what’s wrong Satoru? I thought you could take it?”

Right now he was spread out so beautifully for you, knees touching his shoulders and ankles near your shoulders as a result of you pushing his thighs upwards. You were fucking him deep and slow at the moment, making him see stars.

Oh, and how could you forget the pretty pink ribbon tied under and between his balls, reaching the base of his cute red dick and creating a small bow.

“I-I can! This is nothINGGGHH,” cried the man under you, moaning the last part of his sentence.

You laughed. “Doesn’t seem like nothing, sweetheart.”

Satoru blushed even harder, whether from you calling him out or the endearing pet name, you couldn’t tell. Pouting a little, he scratches the hands holding his thighs down. “Just take this thing off… I want to cum already and this stupid thing won’t let me!”

“Awe,” you coo. “Other than giving your cock a nice touch, that was the whole point of it.”

“You’re a dick.”

“Yeah, but you’re taking this dick though!”

“Man just shut up and— FUUUCK!”

Your hips switched pace, from slow to fast, but equally as deep. You should thank all those stupid times Satoru dragged you out on a run for the insane speed you currently held.

“S-shit,” you groaned. “Look at your cute little dick. Looks s-so pretty with the bow…” And although his length was perfect (just like him) and you were just teasing, it really did look pretty. The light pink of the satin ribbon contrasted nicely with the darker shade of him.

Satoru could barely respond, overwhelmed with both the feeling of needing to cum but not being able to, and feeling your cock touching his prostate with every thrust. Slight tears left his eyes, blurring his vision from fully seeing the way small amounts of pre cum ran down the satin around him.

You noticed this, and feeling pity for your pathetic boyfriend, you let one of his thighs go in order to untie the ribbon, knowing you were at your limit too. Immediately, he threw his head back, letting out a loud and whiny moan that would surely wake the neighbours if they weren’t already awake.

Muffling his moan with a kiss, you pulled out right on time, both of your hot fluids mixing together and on his stomach.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you mumbled against his lips. Only receiving a slight laugh in response.

When you were about to pull away, his legs slid down, wrapping themselves around your hips and waist with surprising strength from someone who was just shaking.

“Where do you think you’re going, babe? We’re not done here yet.” Satoru said, staring at your eyes darkly, and all you could do was gulp.

‘Oh, boy.’

—GETO SUGURU : collars

“Is this really necessary?”

“What?” you questioned. “You don’t like it?”

“Darling, it’s embarrassing.”

You huffed. “Which part? The leash or my name on it?”

“Both.” You could practically see him giving you a side eye from your question, even though his back was facing you.

“Well,” you hummed. “Just don’t think about it.”

“And how am I not supposed to do that?”

Expecting an answer, he didn’t imagine you would pull the leash back while giving a powerful thrust. Which is why he couldn’t control the loud and surprised moan that escaped from his lips.

“A-ah! A warning would’ve been n-nice.”

You shushed him. “Don’t think.”

“Mmh— this is going t-to make my throat sore…”

“Liar,” you tutted. “I’ve seen you swallow those curses. This is nothing for you, Suguru.”

He stayed silent, but not for long, because you started rapidly thrusting again with only one goal in mind.

“F-feels so good, darling!” He moaned, gripping the sheets below him, only being able to see your silhouette moving because of the small candles on each side of the bed. “Haaahh—”

Pulling the leash again, you lowered your body so your stomach was almost directly onto Suguru’s back and your face hooked onto his shoulder. In this position, his head was pulled back, and you were able to see the way the nameplate with your name on it moved with each of your thrusts.

Suguru moaned louder, somewhat liking how your name was engraved into something that was on him. He enjoyed the harsh feeling of the collar digging into his Adam’s apple. And he certainly savoured the sounds leaving your mouth that was directly behind his right ear.

Drool escaped his lips, having no choice but to let it fall out of his mouth because he wasn’t able to properly swallow it.

With one strong arm holding him up, he let the other grab your head, pulling you into a necessary and messy kiss. Gasping with every breath, his fingers tightened more and more on some of your longer strands, feeling himself about to cum.

“Darling— I’m ab-bout to—”

“It’s okay… You can cum more anyway.”

And with that, he knew the night was going to be long.

—NANAMI KENTO : wax play

Quiet pants slipped past your boyfriend’s lips. The heat of the wax on his skin was a great contrast to his cold body. It was embarrassing, how much he liked it. When you first brought it up, Kento was hesitant, never before trying something that was considered so… kinky (by his standards anyway, not yours).

“Ngh…” he moaned softly.

You smile at him, eyes bright with happiness. “It seems like you’re enjoying yourself, Kento.”

Pink dusted his cheeks, shamefully averting his eyes from your face. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”

With amusement in your voice and a raised eyebrow, you ask, “Not as bad? But you’re making such cute noises.” Your teasing doesn’t stop there. “It’s bad to lie to the love of your life, you know, and on such a special day too.”

“Don’t tease. Fine, I like the warmth.”

“Of course you do, I knew you would.”

With that, you dipped the candle in your hand, hot wax falling and hitting the blonde man under you. His fit stomach clenched, abs pronounced more than normal as a result.

“By the way,” you muttered. “The wax turns into lotion.” To show him, you moved one of your fingers around some of the hardened wax, watching how it turned into liquid again, but this time it had a semi-cold watery texture. And to your enjoyment, you see the way his eyes watch and silently plea for your hands to move the wax somewhere else.

“That’s…” he begins, eyebrow twitching a bit. “Nice.”

“Very.”

Continuing to pour the hot wax down, down, down. You reach his naked thighs, seeing his pale skin slightly tremble. He wasn’t able to hold in the “hurry” that he covered by putting his hand over his mouth.

“S-shit!” Kento said, being muffled by his hand, letting out an uncharacteristic squeal the moment the blistering heat travelled to his inner thighs.

You chuckled, appreciating the almost once-in-a-lifetime view.

Closer and closer, all Kento was able to feel was a need that he never thought he’d have. A shameful and embarrassing thought rushed through his head, one that he wasn’t quite sure he could vocally tell you in fear that it was a little too much. But like always, you could read him like the back of your hand, so you knew exactly what he wanted.

“Fffffffuuuuuckk—” Was all he let out the moment the wax made contact with the base of his dick.

With an idea in your mind, you swiftly stained his cock with the red burning heat, hearing the desperate cries he let out for you to continue. Even louder moans reached your ears the moment your hand went into contact with it, sweetly massaging up and down so the now lotion wasn’t able to cool down quickly enough.

Kento unexpectedly reached down, grabbing onto your hand so the lotion could be spread everywhere. From his balls to his stomach and up his pecs, it didn’t seem like he knew what he was doing, only trying to feel the fire-like warmth from smearing all over him.

With his moans in the air and his senseless voice sounding in the quiet night, you knew this was just starting. After all, you guys hadn’t even fucked yet.

—FUSHIGURO TOJI : riding crop

Never in your fucking life did you think he was actually going to let you do this? I mean sure, you’ve explored a little bit before but you thought this was going to be too excessive for him, that he was even going to be annoyed with you.

But that wasn’t the case at all.

Sure he looked a little ticked off at first, but after thinking about it for a bit he laughed and challenged you.

Which is what brought you to now.

Toji’s strong form was lying on the rose-covered bed, something he scoffed at but you were sure you saw a tiny dust of pink on his cheeks before he turned away. His back was to you, a rare sight, seeing as it made him feel like he had no control. Although you were certain it also made him feel exposed and embarrassed if his red-coloured ears were anything to go by.

You could see his muscular back flexing with any slight movement he did, his veiny arms twitching and big biceps tightening.

All in all, he looked delicious.

The crop tightened in your hand, its leather end glided down the curve of Toji’s spine. A perfect fit, touching every nook and cranny, leaving absolutely nothing unmarked.

An annoyed huff left his nose. “Would you hurry it up?”

You tsked, “Patience.”

“That’s something I don’t have right now and you know it. Unless you don’t know what you’re fucking doing?”

With a hum, you decided to give him what he wanted, knowing this was going to be the last time you did so tonight.

A harsh slap was heard when leather hit unblemished skin, turning it into a soft pink.

Toji’s shoulders stiffened, and you were sure he held in any sounds he was about to make.

“Hey,” you called out. “Don’t hold your noises in.”

“I’m not, you’re just weak.”

‘Right.’

Hit. Again.

Hit. Again.

Hit. Again.

This continued on until his back was covered in colour, yet nothing escaped his lips. Not until the leather hit his ass.

“Fu—”

Continuing your assault on his round ass, you never gave him enough time to complain. And even though it was embarrassing for him, he was glad you didn’t stop, because he knew he wasn’t going to be able to say anything anyway, and it felt so good.

When you knew bruises were going to form, you stopped to turn Toji around, letting the crop trail from his giant pecs to his twitching dick. Only then did you notice that he had come already, but the look in his eyes was telling you to hit something else.

And who were you to deny? Guess he really had you wrapped around his finger.

—ZENIN NAOYA : feminisation

“What the fuck is this?” Were the only words to come out of your boyfriend when he saw the short red dress with a frilly skirt on your shared bed.

“A present.”

“It’s a fucking dress. Do I look like a damn woman to you?”

Ah yes, you decided this was going to be a slight punishment for all the times he’s said some dumb shit about women.

“You call women whores. Maybe I should treat you like one so you can know the difference, no?”

Naoya’s eyes screamed in rage, how dare you compare him to them? “It’s bad enough I’m with you —a man who can’t even give me an offspring— but now you want me to be a stupid woman?” His fists were clenched and ready to beat some sense into you (as if he could). “You fucking—”

And then suddenly his top half was leaning on the edge of the bed, wrists pinned behind his back by your hands, and his legs trying to keep himself up to not slide down and fall to the floor.

He hiccuped, not understanding how one minute he was about to launch a punch at you, then the next he had the stupid dress on with the skirt flipped up so as to not get in the way of your continuous thrusts.

“Awe,” you coo mockingly. “What happened to all the talking back? I thought you didn’t want to wear this, but look at you! Looking all pretty and taking me so well. Now aren’t you a doll?”

Naoya was so fucking embarrassed, both by your words and what he was wearing. Why did he like this?

“S-shut the fuck uP— NGHH!”

With only one of your hands pinning his wrists, the other slipped past the cloth of the dress on the chest area. Luckily, your arms were long enough, so there was no need to take your eyes off his hole swallowing your dick, just to pinch one of his nipples.

“I’m not a w-whore! Stop it!” He cried out, but really, he didn’t want you to stop.

“Really?” You pulled on his perky nipple, feeling the way he clenched around you. “But your pussy seems to like it when I play with your tits?”

He whined, slight sobs making his shoulders shake. “Not a pussy!”

You moaned, liking how his voice rose when he said that. “You’re so wet here though.” And with that, your other hand let go of his wrists, Naoya hastily having to grab the sheets under him.

Your hand slipped around his surprisingly slim waist, grabbing a handful of his nodding cock and tracing your thumb against the slit.

“See? You’re so sensitive when I touch your clit.”

Naoya’s mind went blank, everything around him went ignored except for your words and the pleasurable feeling you gave him everywhere your hands and dick touched. Before he knew it, he came, panting against the sheets stained with his drool.

But, oh, you weren’t done with him yet. You still hadn’t come after all.

notes: better late than nvr! i ws planning on writing for sukuna & choso too but ran out of time so 🤷

[my-castles-crumbling]

decade - February 14 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 530

It was three in the morning, and not for the first time, Regulus found himself sitting at the little breakfast table in the Potters’ kitchen, trying to find some remnants of the tiredness that seemed to constantly evade him.

Nightmares had never not been a part of Regulus’s life. But now they seemed to be changing. They no longer were about his mother…they were about someone else…someone currently sleeping upstairs.

Gulping and trying not to cry, he took a small sip of his tea.

“Regulus?”

Biting at his lip, Regulus turned to see Effie at the door, a look of concern on her face. “Erm..hi,” he mumbled, looking down. 

“Sweetheart, it’s the middle of the night! Are you alright?” the older woman asked, walking toward him. 

His first instinct was to lie. To say he was fine, that he just couldn’t sleep for some strange reason and he was going to go back to bed in a bit. But the exhaustion and anxiety overpowered him and he felt a tear dripping down his cheek.

“Oh, love,” Effie murmured, sitting next to him and placing a gentle hand on his knee. “What is it?”

He tried to find the words to describe his worries. “How…how long have you been with Monty?” he asked softly, sniffling a bit.

“Three decades this June!” Effie answered, eyes shining with pride. “But what does that have to do with anything, dear?”

“Does…do you ever…when did you stop worrying that things would end? That he would…would leave you, or something?” Regulus asked in a little whisper, tears welling in his eyes again.

Instantly, understanding dawned on Effie’s face and she leaned forward to pull him into a hug.

“Oh, Regulus,” she murmured, voice full of sympathy, as he cried in her arms.

He didn’t answer. He just cried silently for a few moments before he pulled back and wiped at his face. “Sorry. Sorry, I just…”

But Effie was looking at him like she was trying to decide something. Finally, she spoke again. “Dear, can you keep a secret?”

Trying not to panic, Regulus nodded. Was she going to tell him that James secretly hated him?

“James has been talking about marrying you since before your first date. I know it can be scary to be this in love. I know it can be hard to let go like that. And I know I am biased, as he’s my son,” she said, eyes twinkling. “But I truly think he’d probably duel someone to the death rather than leave you.”

Stunned, Regulus sipped in a breath and blinked. “He really…?”

“Are you surprised?” Effie grinned.

Logically, he wasn’t. James was known for loving with his entire being and also having a flair for the dramatic. But the fact that he said that about him. “I won’t tell him you said anything,” he mumbled, wiping at his now-dry eyes one more time.

“Good. And please remember, Regulus: you deserve love. Not just from James, but from all of us. Alright?”

Body filling with warmth, he nodded. “Alright.”

When he finally fell back asleep, he was able to sleep through the rest of the night without a single nightmare.

[theereina]

Big Mama Pt. 13 | Enough Pt. 2

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +1.4K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, smut (fingering, p in v, lovemaking, worshipping), heavily dialogue-centered

🦋Big Mama (series) => 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12

“E-enough,” I whimpered through gritted teeth.

Reality had slipped away, and I was floating. Where? I don't know. All I knew was that Terry took me there.

“That's not good enough, mama. I wanna hear you say all of it,” Terry hissed into the side of my neck.

He pulled his fingers out of me slowly, leaving me with an achingly empty feeling. I grabbed his hand and held it between my legs. Too scared of him stopping, too scared for this to end. I sobbed at the feeling.

“You gone say what I asked you to?” he asked, kissing my lips.

“Yes. Please don't stop. I need you,” I cried, letting go of his hand.

“I need you, too, baby. Just tell me what I wanna hear,” he urged, pushing his fingers back in.

My pussy clenched around his fingers, sucking them in deeper. I moaned out as Terry slowly stroked against my g-spot.

“I-I'm enough. I'm enough. Ughh… I'm enough. Fuck… I'm enough. Ter-. Cum…,” I whined into his shoulder. The weight of his body on top of me was all the reassurance I needed to know that I wasn't going anywhere.

As much as I craved the feeling of his dick inside me, the intimacy in this moment was unmatched. Having affirmations pulled out of me like chants during a ritual was nothing short of life-changing.

“That's right, mama. You're enough for me. You always were,” he spoke sweetly.

His hands caressed the length of my body, molding the flesh like an artist sculpting his life's greatest work— his magnum opus. The power in his hands was both soft as a feather yet firm, acting on pure conviction and passion to show me how loved I was.

All I could do was allow myself the release— a stream filled with every emotion built over the last few weeks— the anger, resentment, guilt, sadness, and disgust. All of it poured out of me like a fountain. It was clear to me that this was where those feelings had come to die. Spilled in this bed because of Terry's hands. I was again becoming a woman anew, shedding the emotional baggage that life told me I had to carry.

“Hey, mama. You hear me?” Terry asked, bringing me back into reality.

“Mhmm. I… uh… yes,” I stuttered.

“You ready, baby?” he questioned, looking between us.

I slowly followed his gaze to the small gap where our hips joined. Terry's hand was guiding his dick towards the opening of my pussy.

I looked up to find those green eyes staring into my soul. His other hand rested on the back of my thigh, letting me know that he was ready.

The word yes became trapped in my throat and my voice cracked as soon as I opened my mouth. I settled for a nod and silently prayed it would be a good enough answer.

A soft smile spread across Terry's face, reaching his eyes. Eyes that I couldn't help but notice were once again gleaming and bright. My heart smiled at the sight.

“Please,” I said, letting my gaze drop again.

Using nothing but his body weight, Terry entered me with ease. The room was immediately filled with the sound of our coupled grunts and moans. Both of us were enthralled by the feeling of our bodies connecting again.

“Damn, I missed you. I really… uh… did,” Terry moaned into the air as his head fell back.

“I…,” I stammered, losing myself in the fullness of him inside me.

“You don't have to say a word. Just relax. I got you,” he said, thrusting slowly.

Stroke after stroke pushed me closer to the edge. There was nothing I could do but once again take it.

My hands found a home on Terry's chest, rubbing the smooth skin. It was as if my hands were searching for something— anything. I wrapped both arms around his shoulders as he fell forward. Flattening his body on top of mine, he braced himself using his arms. An action that led to him sinking deeper.

This was a connection I'll never be able to explain, and Terry made sure of it. Every stroke was intentional, and every moan served a purpose.

We were creating our own symphony of love. A combination of sounds and actions fueled by a burning desire that teetered on the edge of an unholy amount of worship.

Thrust after thrust.

Stroke after stroke.

Moan after moan.

Repeat.

No words were said. They, for the first time, had no purpose. There was no reason to speak because our bodies were doing the talking.

My arms grew heavy and slipped from around his shoulders. Falling to the bed like weights, I let them rest above my head.

Unbeknownst to me, my eyes had been closed, and I didn't even know for how long. My senses were heightened, and my entire body was sensitive. But somehow… I was feeling everything and nothing at all.

Terry's eyes locked onto mine as his hands slowly reached above me to meet mine. His hands wrapped around both of my wrists, pressing them down into the bed. I squirmed under him as his hips ground deeper. Trying my hardest to find a sense of control, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Terry…,” I whined, letting my eyes close again.

“I know, baby. I know,” he said, sucking on my neck with the perfect amount of pressure. I gasped silently as I was overwhelmed by the sensation.

His breath was hot and heavy, and his breathing had grown labored. His hand slipped from around my wrists as his moans turned to heavy pants. He was close, and so was I. In a perfect world, we would cum together, but I knew he was much closer than I was.

Opening my eyes to see the most beautiful sight above me, Terry's large frame surrounded by a halo of bluish-white moonlight. His rich brown skin glistened with sweat. The smooth texture only added to the ambiance of his complexion. Beads of sweat cascaded down the lines of his muscles falling onto me and the bed. It was crazy to think that all of this was mine.

God, what did I do to deserve this?

Gazing down between us and watching him make love to…

Make love…

We were making love? How could I not see this? How did I miss the signs? The intensity of the intimacy, the sensuality of the intention, the softness of the connection, and the lack of eagerness.

Before I could stop myself, a small sob escaped my lips. Terry's eyes opened and settled on my face. His eyes were fixated on mine. The intensity of his gaze was brimming with admiration.

“Let it out, mama,” he said, leaning down to softly kiss my lips.

His hips pushed forward, pressing me deeper into the mattress. His head fell back again, but his eyes still peered down to watch me. Hands planted on either side of my head, his strokes grew deeper and slower. Bringing my hands to his waist and wrapping my legs around him even tighter, I used all of the energy I had left to pull him in.

“Fuck… ‘Va-…,” Terry stammered, losing himself.

“I know, honey. Now, you just let it out,” I whispered.

Terry's hips drew back one final time and plunged forward with force. His jaw dropped, and his shoulders went slack. Those green eyes fluttered closed. Ropes of his hot cum painted my insides.

As if my body was awaiting his finish, my pussy clenched around his still throbbing dick with a tenacity of passion resembling anger but motivated by adoration, devotion, and love. A surge of my own essence poured from me like a faucet.

“Ahhh, fuck. Damn you, ‘Vana!” he moaned into the air with a slight chuckle.

“Terry!” I yelled, forcing him deeper as my legs locked around his waist.

I couldn't let go if I tried. My body was frozen in bliss. My breathing turned to rhythmic pants as I crashed from my high. Terry's lip began attacking my neck, softening the fall. My legs plummeted to the bed, and my arms crashed to my sides. Exhausted was an understatement.

“Th-thank you,” I huffed out barely above a whisper.

“Don't thank me. I'm just giving you what you deserve,” he said.

A/N: Remember, I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by ME (theereina). Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

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[lisasmuts]

REUNION | pt 1. Delicious Dinner.

Lisa Manoban x male reader (not really)

4.5k words

(Back together with my Favorites.)

A/N - so this is my new series I hope you all like it, i really hope for you guys to like it, and i'll wait for your responses to this new series. The reader will be cuckhold tho in this series. I really hope you all like it. Please also ignore some repetitive lines.

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After a long, passionate day of intimacy throughout the office, Lisa and you finally make it home, collapsing onto the couch together. Lisa straddles your lap, her eyes hooded with desire as she gazes down at you. Slowly, she begins to grind her hips, eliciting a low groan from you as she sheathes your throbbing length inside her slick heat.

“Ohh, y/n,”

Lisa moans, her voice dripping with need.

“I want you so badly...I need you to fill me up, over and over again.”

Her movements quicken, hips rolling and undulating as she rides you with fervent desperation. Sweat glistens on her flushed skin, and her breasts bounce with each frantic thrust. Lisa is utterly lost in the throes of ecstasy, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

Just as Lisa was riding you with wild abandon, the doorbell suddenly rang, snapping her out of her passionate haze. With flushed cheeks, she quickly disengaged from your lap and hurriedly slipped on a sheer robe. Straightening her appearance, she went to answer the door, revealing her childhood best friend, Suguru, standing on the other side.

Lisa greeted Suguru with a warm smile, though her eyes still held a hint of residual desire.

“Suguru! What a surprise. Please, come in.”

She ushered him inside, glancing back at you briefly before focusing her attention on her friend.

“I was just...working on some new music,”

she said, her tone slightly flustered.

“But I'm so glad you're here. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

Lisa's body language remained somewhat tense, as she tried to regain her composure after your heated encounter. The situation was now ripe with potential complications, as her childhood friend had unexpectedly arrived, interrupting the passionate moment between you and Lisa.

Lisa's face softened as Suguru apologized for the interruption.

“Oh, Suguru, don't be so silly!”

She said, reaching out to pull him into a warm embrace.

“I'm so glad you're here.’

Any lingering annoyance Lisa felt quickly melted away, replaced by the pure joy and affection she had for her dear childhood friend. She held him tightly, relishing the familiar comfort of his presence.

As Suguru embraces Lisa, his hand subtly yet intentionally gropes her pert ass through the thin, revealing robe she's wearing. Though Lisa doesn't outwardly react, inwardly her mind is racing with a whirlwind of lewd thoughts and desires.

“Mmm, Suguru, you naughty boy,”

Lisa muses to herself, her body tingling with arousal.

“I can't believe you'd be so bold, groping me like this right in front of Y/n. But deep down, I love it...I've always somewhere deep in my heart fantasized about you taking charge and using me.”

Her pulse quickens as a familiar warmth blossoms between her thighs. The memory of your thick cock filling her mere moments ago only fuels her growing lust. Part of her wants to push Suguru away, to remain faithful to her lover you. But an even stronger, more primal part of her craves the thrill of being used by her childhood best friend, indulging in his carnal desires.

“I wonder what you'd do to me if y/n wasn't here...”

she muses, biting her lip as her imagination runs wild.

“Would you bend me over right here and now, claiming my body as your own? Or perhaps you'd want to watch as y/n and I put on a show for you...”

Lisa's inner monologue is a tangled web of wanton need and conflicting emotions. But as Suguru's hands linger on her curves, one thing becomes clear - her self-control is rapidly slipping away

As Lisa engaged in casual conversation with Suguru, her outward demeanor remained calm and composed. However, her mind was racing with lewd thoughts, consumed by the prospect of having two men vying for her affection. She subtly leaned in closer to Suguru, hoping he would make another bold move.

Sure enough, Suguru’s hand once again slid down to grope Lisa’s ass through the thin fabric of her robe. This time, Lisa couldn’t suppress the shiver of pleasure that ran through her. Inwardly, she reveled in his touch, her body aching to be explored further.

“Yes, Suguru.”

She purred, mentally.

“Don’t be shy. I want you to touch me, to claim me as your own.”

Outwardly, Lisa maintained her composure, but her eyes gleamed with a sultry, inviting gaze. She reluctantly pulled away from the hug, only to move closer and press her body against Suguru’s, silently encouraging him to continue his advances.

Few moments later you all gathered around the dining table, Lisa intentionally sat next to Suguru, positioning herself across from you. While you prepared the dishes, Lisa leaned in close to Suguru and whispered, her voice low and sultry.

“Suguru, I want you to know that I’m y/n’s girlfriend. But tonight, I’m going to make an exception… just for you.”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she placed her hand on Suguru’s thigh, her touch feather-light yet charged with unspoken desire. Lisa was clearly enthralled by the prospect of having the attention of two men, her usual inhibitions cast aside in favor of indulging her carnal cravings.

“So don’t hold back, Suguru.”

She purred.

“I’m all yours for the taking.”

Suguru’s eyes gleamed with lust as he responded to Lisa’s invitation.

“Wonderful. I’m sure we’ll all have a delightful evening together.”

He placed his hand over Lisa’s, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Lisa smiled coyly, her heart racing with anticipation.

She glanced at you briefly, then turned her attention back to Suguru, her fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on his thigh under the table.

As you finished preparing the meal, the tension in the air was palpable. Lisa’s bold actions had set the stage for a night filled with forbidden temptations and carnal desires. The stage was set for an evening of unbridled passion and exploration of Lisa’s deepest, most salacious fantasies.

As you all finally started eating sitting around the dining table, Lisa’s outward demeanor remained calm and composed. However, under the cover of the table, her hand slowly crept up Suguru’s thigh, her fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on his thighs. Lisa’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she maintained a polite conversation, all the while secretly indulging her growing desire for Suguru.

Suguru’s breath hitched slightly at Lisa’s bold touch, but he played along seamlessly, engaging in the casual discussion. The air was thick with tension, as the two of them carried on their illicit activities right under your nose. Lisa’s caresses grew more daring, her fingertips inching ever closer to Suguru’s groin, fueled by the thrill of getting away with their secret tryst.

Though you remained oblivious to the lewd happenings under the table, Lisa’s mind was consumed by her lust-filled fantasies. She couldn’t wait to find a way to slip away with Suguru, to explore the forbidden pleasures that awaited them. For now, she would have to be content with these furtive touches, but her hunger for more was growing by the second.

A few moments later, Suguru asked for permission to invite his friends over, you readily agreed, much to Lisa’s surprise. She maintained a composed, innocent expression on the surface, but inwardly, she was filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Suguru texted his friends, Lisa’s heart raced with anticipation. She knew full well that his question was not directed at you, but rather a secret invitation for a forbidden tryst, a gangbang. Maintaining her innocent facade, Lisa squeezed Suguru’s thigh under the table, silently communicating her eager agreement.

“That sounds wonderful, Suguru!”

She purred, her voice low and sultry.

“I can’t wait to meet your friends.”

Her eyes gleamed with barely contained lust, betraying the wanton desires that simmered beneath her composed exterior. Lisa was thrilled at the prospect of indulging in such a salacious encounter, her body already tingling with anticipation.

As you remained oblivious to the scheming happening right under your nose, Lisa and Suguru exchanged furtive glances, their bodies practically humming with barely restrained excitement.

As you and Suguru continued your casual conversation over dinner, Lisa maintained a composed and innocent demeanor on the surface.

However, beneath the table, her true nature emerged. Her hand slid up Suguru’s thigh, her fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on his skin over his trousers. Lisa’s eyes gleamed with wanton desire, her body humming with barely restrained excitement.

“Mmm, Suguru,”

She purred inwardly.

“I can’t wait to have you and your friends ravish me. I’m going to be such a good little slut for you all.”

Her grip on his thigh tightened, her nails digging slightly as she imagined the depraved acts to come. Lisa’s mind was consumed with lewd thoughts, her inhibitions crumbling in the face of her insatiable lust. She was no longer the prim and proper idol – in this moment, she was a wanton, shameless harlot, eager to indulge her darkest desires.

As you remained oblivious to the illicit activities transpiring under the table, Lisa and Suguru exchanged heated glances, their bodies practically vibrating with anticipation.

Suguru’s hand slip up Lisa’s thigh, caressing her through the thin fabric of her robe, Lisa’s breath hitched slightly. Beneath the table, her own hand found it’s way to Suguru’s inner thigh, her fingers tracing patterns on his thighs.

“Mmmm, Suguru.”

Lisa purred inwardly, her eyes gleaming with wanton desire.

“Your touch is driving me wild. I want you to keep going, to explore every inch of me.”

Outwardly, Lisa maintained her composure, engaging in casual conversation as if nothing untoward was happening. But her body thrummed with barely restrained excitement, her core aching to be filled.

She subtly shifted in her seat, pressing her thighs together in a futile attempt to quell the growing heat between her legs.

As Suguru’s caresses grew bolder, Lisa’s own hand slid higher, her fingertips brushing against his groin. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her mind constantly consumed by the lewd possibilities that lay ahead.

As Lisa continued her secret caresses under the table, she turned to Suguru with a coy smile. Her voice was low and sultry as she asked,

“Suguru, would you and your friends care to join us for…dessert later?”

Her eyes gleamed with unspoken desire, making it clear that her invitation extended a simple after-dinner treat.

Suguru’ s gaze darkened with lust as he replied,

“Lisa, I thought you’d never ask. My friends and I would be more than happy to… indulge your dessert cravings.”

His hand squeezed her thigh suggestively, his meaning unmistakable. The two continued their furtive caresses, their bodies thrumming with anticipation for the depraved activities to come. All the while, you remained oblivious to the secret tryst unfolding right under your nose.

You and Suguru continued your casual conversation over the dinner table, Lisa maintained her composed, innocent demeanor. However, beneath the table, her nimble fingers at work. Discreetly, she had freed Suguru’s semi-erect cock from his trousers and placed her palm over it, eliciting a barely stifled hitch in his breath.

Leaning in towards Suguru a little,

“Shhhh, Suguru,”

Lisa purred seductively, her voice low and sultry.

“We wouldn’t want to draw any unwanted attention, now would we?”

Her eyes gleamed with wanton desire as she gently stroked his length, her touch feather-light yet utterly tantalizing.

Suguru struggled to maintain his composure, his body betraying the pleasure Lisa was coaxing from him. Under the guise of casual conversation, the two were engaged in a secret, forbidden tryst -a thrilling game of deception that only heightened their carnal cravings.

As your attention momentarily shifted to your phone, Lisa seized the opportunity to whisper another sultry instruction to Suguru.

“Be a good boy and keep quite for me, hmm? I have such delightful plans for you and your friends later.”

The air crackled with tension as the three of you continued your meal, unaware of the salacious activities unfolding beneath the table. Lisa’s lust-fueled machinations were in full swing, setting the stage for a night of unbridled passion and depraved indulgence.

Under the table, Lisa’s skilled fingers began to work Suguru’s semi-erect cock, eliciting a barely stifled moan in his breath. Suguru struggled to maintain his composure as he conversed with you, his words slightly stuttering.

“Oh, is everything alright, Suguru?”

Lisa asked with feigned concern, her voice dripping with sultry undertones that only he could detect.

“Perhaps I can help you…relax a bit later.”

Her eyes gleamed with wanton desire, making it clear that her offer of ‘Relaxation’ extended far beyond innocent intentions.

Suguru replied with a coy smile, his words carefully chosen to convey a hidden, lascivious meaning that only Lisa could understand.

“I appreciate your concern, Lily. I’m sure we can find a way to… unwind together later, if you’re willing.”

The tension in the air was getting more palpable as the three of you continued your meal, with Lisa’s skilled ministration driving Suguru to the brink of ecstasy beneath the table. You remained blissfully unaware of the salacious activities unfolding right under your nose, completely oblivious to the depraved plans Lisa and Suguru had in store.

As Lisa’s skilled fingers continued to work Suguru’s cock, she was surprised by the copious amount of pre-cum leaking from his tip. She couldn’t help but wonder inwardly,

“If he’s leaking this much pre-cum, just imagine how much he’ll burst all over me later.”

Teasingly, Lisa removed her hand from his throbbing member, her fingers now coated in Suguru’s slick, glistening pre-cum. Maintaining eye contact with him, she seductively brought her fingers to her lips, slowly licking and sucking every last drop.

Her tongue swirled and danced seductively, around her teeth and lips, savoring the salty, musky taste of her childhood friend’s essence.

Lisa’s sultry gaze burned with unbridled lust and desire as she relished Suguru’s pre cum. The knowledge that she was indulging in such a forbidden act, right under your unsuspecting nose, only heightened her arousal. She couldn’t wait to have Suguru and his friends ravish her in the most depraved ways imaginable. Her hunger for more was growing by the second.

As Lisa savored the taste of Suguru’s pre-cum, her own arousal spiked rapidly. She could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, the silky juices beginning to flow. Suguru, sensing her growing arousal and excitement, smoothly glided his hand up her inner thigh until his palm pressed against her damp, aching pussy.

Lisa let out a barely stifled gasp as Suguru’s touch sent jolts of pleasure through her body. Emboldened, Suguru dipped his fingers into her slick folds, gathering up her arousal. With his other hand he pick up the glass of juice and took a sip of it, then bringing his other hand’s finger to his lips, he mirrored Lisa’s earlier actions, slowly licking and sucking her tangy, feminine essence.

“Mmmm, this juice taste divine, Lisa.”

Suguru purred, his voice laced with unbridled lust. The two exchanged a heated gaze, their carnal desires plain to see – yet you remained blissfully unaware of the depraved acts unfolding beneath the table.

As the dinner continued, Lisa’s hand stealthily found its way back to Suguru’s lap under the table. Her fingers wrapped around his hardening cock, caressing it with slow, sensual strokes. She maintained a composed expression on the surface, engaging in casual conversation with you, while her skilled ministrations pleasured Suguru beneath the table.

Suguru’s breath hitched slightly as Lisa’s touch elicited waves of pleasure. Trying to keep his composure, he checked his phone and announced.

“Ah, it seems two of my friends won’t be able to make it after all. Only one will be joining us later.”

Upon hearing that only one of Suguru’s friends would be joining them, Lisa’s expression fell slightly, her hand pausing on Suguru’s hardening cock.

However, she quickly composed herself, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention from you.

As your attention momentarily diverted, Suguru seized the opportunity to lean in close to Lisa, whispering heatedly.

“Don’t be sad, my Lisa. Even if the others can’t make it, the one who’s coming is one hell of a guy. He’s going to fuck you so good, Lisa. He’s going to make you his little sex slave. And do you know what’s the most exciting thing? He used to be our childhood friend too.”

Suguru then guided Lisa’s hand, coaxing her to resume her slow, sensual strokes along his throbbing length.

“So don’t worry, Lisa. You’re going to get thoroughly used and ruined by him and his, big cock. You’re going to be a drooling, quivering mess when he’s done with you.”

Lisa’s eyes widened with a mix of trepidation and unbridled excitement at Suguru’s lewd promises.

The thought of being ravished by this mysterious yet known stranger filled her with a heady cocktail of fear and lust. As you remained oblivious to the depraved acts unfolding acts unfolding beneath the table, Lisa’s hand resumed its ministrations, her mind racing with the wanton possibilities that lay ahead.

As your attention briefly diverted, Lisa leaned in close to Suguru, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Mmm my my, Suguru, I had no idea you were hiding such an impressive cock from me. And all these deliciously lewd fantasies you’ve been keeping to yourself?”

She tsked playfully, her fingers tracing the outline of his hardness beneath the table.

Suguru’s eyes darkened with unbridled lust as he replied, his voice dripping with carnal desires.

“You have no idea, Lisa. I’ve been aching to ravish that perfect body of yours for so long. And now, with our friend joining us, we’re going to ruin you in the most delightful ways.”

He punctuated his words with a firm squeeze of her thigh, his intent unmistakable.

Lisa shivered with anticipation, her core throbbing with need. The thought of being used and abused by Suguru and his friend filled her with a heady mix of fear and wanton lust. Lisa’s hand resumed it’s slow, sensual strokes, her mind consumed by the depraved pleasure to come.

As the dinner to came to an end, Lisa gave Suguru’s cock a few final, hungry strokes before reluctantly withdrawing her hand. Suguru then turned to you with a coy smile.

“The dinner was simply amazing, wasn’t it? But you know, I’m still feeling a bit…unsatisfied.”

He cast a suggestive glance towards Lisa, his meaning clear.

Lisa returned Suguru’s look with a sultry gaze of her own.

“Well, My dear Suguru, I’m sure we can find a way to…satisfy your cravings.”

Her voice dripped with thinly veiled innuendo.

“What did you have in mind for dessert?”

The tension between the three of you was palpable, though you remained unknown of the lascivious subtext underlying their exchange. Lisa and Suguru were already mentally planning the depraved activities.

As Lisa sauntered towards the kitchen, her hips swaying alluringly in the thin, see-through robe, Suguru turned to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Say, y/n, did you notice how Lisa’s wearing that little robe? It’s practically see-through, don’t you think?”

Suguru asked, his voice laced with feigned annoyance.

You followed Suguru’s gaze, taking in the tantalizing sight of Lisa’s figure as she disappeared into the kitchen.

“Yeah, of course I know. She must be feeling a bit… adventurous today.”

You replied, unaware of the true meaning behind Suguru’s words.

Little did you know, Suguru’s question was laced with hidden intent. He was subtly probing to gauge your reaction, all the while anticipating the depraved activities that were about to unfold – activities that you would either stay remain blissfully oblivious to or stay aware.

As Lisa vanished from view, a wicked grin spread across Suguru’s face. He couldn’t wait to join her in the kitchen. The night was still young, and the promise of depravity hung thick in the air.

Suguru giving some false excuses to you hurried to the kitchen, he found Lisa bent over the counter, her pert ass poking out in a tantalizing invitation. As he approached, she turned around to face him, her expression coy and alluring.

“Well, hello there, Suguru darling.”

Lisa purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“I was hoping you’d join me back here.”

She slowly ran her hands down the curves of her body, her fingers tracing the sheer fabric of her robe.

Suguru’s gaze darkened with unbridled lust as he drank in the sight of her.

“Lisa, you’re an absolute vision. I’ve been aching to get my hands on you.”

He stepped closer, his fingers grazing the soft skin of her thighs.

Lisa let out a soft, sultry laugh.

“Then what are you waiting for, darling?”

She hooked a finger into the neckline of her robe, slowly peeling it open to reveal the naked body of hers.

“I’m all yours for the night.”

Suguru needed no further invitation as he responded to Lisa’s invitation with a tight, rough yank, pulling her body flush against his. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, whispering lewd words into her ear.

“I’ve been dreaming of this, Lisa. Of having you in my arms, feeling every inch of your delectable body.”

His hands roamed her curves possessively.

Lisa trembled with excitement, her nimble fingers freeing his hardened length. She caressed his cock with feather-light touches, eliciting a low groan from Suguru. Unable to resist any longer, he spun her around and crashed his lips against hers in a hungry, passionate kiss.

Their hands explored, caressing and groping as their desire built to a fever pitch. Breaking the kiss, Lisa gazed up at Suguru with lust-filled eyes.

“Mmmm, you feel so good, Suguru. I can’t wait for you to have your way with me.”

The air crackled with unbridled lust as the two lovers indulged in their carnal cravings.

As Lisa hungrily kissed Suguru, her desperate hands stroked his hardened length. After a few sensual caresses, she gently guided his cock between her slick thighs, breaking the kiss to gaze at him seductively.

“When will your friend be joining us, Suguru?”

She purred, her voice dripping with lust.

Suguru let out a low groan as he thrust his hips, sliding his cock back and forth between Lisa’s thighs. His hands gripped her ass, kneading the supple flesh as he moved.

“Soon, my dear.”

He chuckled, his voice thick with desire.

“But for now, it’s just you and me.”

He couldn’t help but marvel at the feeling of Lisa’s dripping pussy cradling his throbbing shaft, the warm juices lubricating his every moment.

Lisa trembled with unbridled arousal, her core aching to be filled.

“Then let’s not waste a moment.”

She purred, grinding her hips to heighten their shared pleasure.

Suguru suddenly swept Lisa up into his strong arms, his hands firmly gripping her supple ass as he carried her out of the kitchen. Their lips met in hungry, passionate kiss as he moved them closer to the wall separating the living room.

Gently, Suguru set Lisa back on her feet, never breaking their heated embrace. He gazed down at her with unbridled lust, his voice dripping with carnal desire.

“Lisa, you have no idea how much I want you. Every inch of your body drives me wild me with need.”

His hands roamed her curves possessively.

“I’m going to take you right here, right now, and have my way with you until you’re a quivering, spent mess.”

Lisa trembled with excitement, her core throbbing with anticipation.

“Then what are you waiting for, Suguru??”

She purred seductively.

“I’m all yours, for the night.”

The two lovers fell into each other’s arms once more, their hands exploring, caressing, as they surrendered to their primal urges.

Lisa giggled and moaned sensually as Suguru’s hands roamed her body with unbridled hunger. His tongue traced slick path across her skin, lavishing extra attention on her sensitive nipples and throbbing pussy.

Crashing their lips together once more, he poured all his carnal desires into the searing kiss.

Breaking away, Suguru gazed down at Lisa, his voice thick with lust.

“But what about your boyfriend, Lisa? Shouldn’t we be thinking of him?”

Lisa shamelessly brushed off his concerns.

“Forget about him, Suguru. All I want is you and your cock and all the dark fantasies that you have for me, I want you to own me in the most depraved manners.”

She ground her hips against his, her arousal evident.

“I need you to indulge in our darkest desires, right here, right now.”

Lisa and Suguru’s passionate embrace intensified, their hands roaming each other’s bodies with unbridled hunger. Suguru couldn’t get enough of Lisa’s perfectly shaped ass, his fingers kneading and caressing her supple flesh. Meanwhile, Lisa’s nimble hands explored Suguru’s hardened length, stroking and caressing him with sensual delight.

The two lovers lost themselves in their carnal desires, their mouths meeting in a series of heated, desperate kisses. Gasps and soft moans escaped their lips as they indulge in the pleasure of each other’s touch. Lisa arched into Suguru’s embrace, reveling in the feeling of his strong hands on her body.

The world beyond their intimate moment faded away, leaving only their insatiable need for one another. Their love and lust intertwined, driving them deeper into the throes of ecstasy.

After a noticeable amount of time, you called out for Lisa, who had been gone for a quite a while. Upon hearing your voice, Lisa broke the passionate kiss with Suguru.

“Oh, my robe! Where is it?”

She asked Suguru, flustered.

Suguru chuckled,

“You took it off yourself in the kitchen, remember?”

They both giggled slightly at the memory.

Lisa hurried back into the kitchen, emerging moments later with the robe back. Spending another minute behind the wall with Suguru, she teased him seductively.

“I know you don’t like seeing me in this robe. You want me completely nude, don’t you?”

She punctuated her words with a lingering kiss before sauntering back to you, hips swaying innocently.

“Sorry, I got a bit distracted. What were you saying, darling?”

Lisa asked you sweetly, her expression coy and composed, betraying no hint of the lust-filled activities she had just been engaged in with Suguru.

A few moments later, Suguru emerged from behind the wall, standing beside her. Unnoticed by you, he began discreetly caressing Lisa’s ass through the thin fabric of her robe. Lisa bit back a pleasured moan, her composure barely maintained as Suguru’s hands roamed her ass.

“So, Lisa, how has your evening been?”

Suguru asked casually, his tone betraying no hint of his lascivious actions. All the while, his fingers continued to knead and caress Lisa’s supple flesh, driving her wild with barely contained desire.

Lisa’s cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and the effort to appear unaffected. She leaned slightly into Suguru’s touch, reveling in the sensation even as she replied politely.

“It’s been wonderful, Suguru. I’m so glad you could join us tonight.”

The tension in the air was more palpable than ever, though you remained oblivious to the depraved activities unfolding before your eyes. Lisa and Suguru continued their illicit tryst, their bodies and mind consumed by the promise of carnal delights to come. They both later sat on the couch with you.

A few moments of flirting and teasing between all three of you later, the doorbell rang, both Lisa and Suguru immediately recognized it must be Suguru’s friend. Suguru rose from the couch, playfully slapping Lisa’s thighs.

“Time to get ready, my dear,”

He purred.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

Lisa let out a needy moan, her body trembling with anticipation.

“More than you know, Suguru. I’m soo soo ready for him.”

With that, Suguru went to answer the door.

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to be continued......

a/n - what you guys think? who is this mysterious yet known friend?? what you think how is he? how will he treat lisa?? what fantasies he would be having?? lol there are many things I wanna ask but, I'll wait for your responses. Let's see what you guys speculate about him.

[loulou-land]

Forget-Me-Nots & Heart-Shaped Pancakes

Day 14 of @bucktommyfluffebruary | Valentine’s Day | 1,437 | on ao3

(I haven’t posted day 13 but I will, it’s just not finished yet 😭)

Buck was a little nervous as he placed the final touches on the breakfast tray. But he really wanted this to be perfect. This was their first Valentine’s Day and he wanted it to be one that Tommy would remember. He stepped back, hands on his hips, surveying his handiwork.

Heart-shaped pancakes—check. Heart-shaped eggs—check. Crispy bacon arranged in an almost symmetrical-heart—double check. A strawberry smoothie, because it was pink and also Tommy loved sweet drinks, and a cute little napkin that said Will you be my Valentine?—perfect.

Now all that was missing was—his phone buzzed.

Right on time, Buck thought, grateful that luck was on his side this morning.

He hurried to the door, intercepting the delivery guy before he could knock and wake Tommy. The flower arrangement was even better in person. Delicate, bright blue forget-me-nots mixed with a few sprigs of baby’s breath. Buck tipped the guy, murmured a quick thanks, and rushed back inside.

Flowers—check.

He set them down next to the tray, taking a picture of both for his memories album.

Oh! The card. He’d almost forgotten. Buck had to hide it so Tommy wouldn’t come across it.

He scrambled to the bookshelf, pulling out the card he’d made from one of the books. It was his first attempt at anything crafty in years, probably since he last helped Christopher with his homework. It was a little lopsided, the hand drawn hearts not quite symmetrical, but he’d wanted to do something personal. Something that showed Tommy he’d put real care and thought into it. From his heart. And that was what mattered, right?

…Maybe he should have just bought one. What if he thinks Buck is being cheap?

Buck bit his lip, looking at his creation, debating whether he had time for a last-minute store run. He glanced at the clock. Nope. Tommy would be awake before he’d make it back.

Sighing, he placed the card on the tray, gave everything one final once-over, then carefully picked it up and headed upstairs.

Tommy was still curled up in bed, bundled up in the blanket, his face buried in Buck’s pillow, arms around it as he snored softly.

A grin tugged at Buck’s lips. That was—God, that was adorable. It was as if when he had left the bed this morning, Tommy had gone searching for him, and upon not finding him, he settled for the next best thing…his pillow.

His heart clenched with so much love he had to take a pause before he cried over Tommy’s pancakes.

Buck set the tray down on the dresser before grabbing the flowers and sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached out, his hand warm against Tommy’s shoulder.

“Baby?” He murmured, giving him a gentle shake.

Tommy made a low, sleepy noise, burrowing further into the pillow before sluggishly turning his head. “Mmm…whazz…everything okay?” His voice was thick with sleep, eyes barely open.

Buck melted. He was absolutely in love with this man.

“Yeah, everything’s okay,” he reassured him softly. “I just…got something for you.” He felt a little shy now, suddenly worried it might be too much. They were already celebrating Valentine’s at a fancy restaurant tonight. But he’d still wanted to surprise Tommy with something. Oh well, no turning back.

Tommy rubbed a hand over his face trying to wake up, and when he finally blinked his eyes open, they landed on the flowers in Buck’s hand.

He stilled.

For a long moment, he just stared. And Buck held his breath.

Then, slowly, he pushed himself up onto his elbows, his voice quieter now. “Babe…are those for me?”

Buck’s stomach dropped at the disbelief in his voice and he vowed to himself then and there, he’d give Tommy flowers for the rest of their lives.

“Yeah,” Buck exhaled, offering them. “Happy Valentine’s Day, honey.”

Tommy reached out almost hesitantly, his fingers brushing against the petals, featherlight. “They’re beautiful.”

“Evan…” his voice was barely above a whisper, something raw and vulnerable in his expression.

Buck swallowed, suddenly rambling as he still felt unsure whether the flowers had been a good idea. “They’re forget-me-nots. I know roses are more traditional but—uh, I don’t know, these just felt right? They’re blue and they remindEd me of your eyes, and—oh, did you know flowers have meanings? I mean of course they do. But like, there’s this whole language. And these mean true love and loyalty, and I just thought—”

“Evan.”

Tommy’s voice was gentle but firm as he reached out, catching Buck’s waving hand mid-air, stilling him. He tangled their fingers together, settling Buck’s nervous energy.

“I love them.” He swallowed hard, his grip tightening slightly. “No one’s ever given me flowers before.” His voice wobbled just a little, just enough for Buck to hear it. “Thank you.”

Buck beamed, his heart expanding in his chest. “You deserve flowers. And well…there’s more.”

Tommy’s brows lifted a little incredulously. “More?”

Buck jumped up, grabbing the tray. “Breakfast in bed for my sweetheart.”

Tommy shook his head, his eyes crinkling in fondness. He sat up properly, adjusting the blankets around his waist, and when Buck set the tray in front of him, his face lit up even more.

“Baby, this is amazing.” He glanced at Buck with something impossibly soft in his eyes before his gaze caught on the card.

Carefully, he picked it up, turning it over in his hands. His hands were steady, but Buck could see the slight tremor in them.

“Did you…make this yourself?” Tommy asked, his voice soft.

Buck rubbed the back of his neck, looking away, a little embarrassed. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I—I’m sorry if it’s too cheesy. I probably should’ve bought one, but—”

Tommy set the tray aside before reaching out, cupping Buck’s chin, gently turning his face back towards him, making sure Buck heard him.

“I love it.” His voice was calm, but his eyes—his eyes were shining, glassy at the corners. “Evan…seriously, thank you. You’re the best Valentine I've ever had.”

Buck’s breath caught in his throat.

He barely had time to say anything before Tommy leaned in, capturing his lips in a heated lingering kiss.

Buck sighed into it, heart racing, warmth spreading through his body.

Tommy pulled back and Buck tried to follow his lips, whining when he couldn’t keep kissing him.

Tommy hummed, amused. “Don’t you want your gift?”

Buck considered it for a second. His curiosity won out. “Okay.”

Tommy laughed. “Don’t pout. I’ll kiss you as much as you want later.”

“I wasn’t pouting,” Buck said, while he pouted. “But I’ll hold you to that.”

Tommy hesitated for just a second before exhaling and reaching over to his bedside table, pulling something out.

A card.

It was firefighter themed, something dorky with the message “Our love can’t be extinguished!”

Buck grinned. “Oh my god.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, but his cheeks were flushed as he flipped it open, revealing a trip confirmation, up in the mountains, a cabin.

“I was thinking…” Tommy cleared his throat, suddenly looking nervous, which was endearing. “We could go away for the weekend.”

Buck blinked. “Wait. Really?”

Tommy shifted slightly, “Yeah, I mean, I kinda talked to Bobby about it, he said it was okay. And I’d fly us up there—” he stopped suddenly looking unsure, “that’s if you want to. You don’t have to say yes. I—maybe it was presumptuous of me.”

For a second, Buck couldn’t even speak.

And then he was throwing himself at Tommy, nearly knocking the tray over in the process. Tommy laughed, catching him and Buck buried his face in his neck, kissing him over and over.

“Yes,” he said, muffled against warm skin. “Yeah, let’s go.”

Tommy laughed again, tightening his arms around him. “I’m glad. And, I’ll leave all the activity and hiking planning up to you.”

Buck pulled back just enough to press another kiss to Tommy’s lips. “You’re the best. I love you.”

Tommy hummed, smiling widely. “I love you too.”

“Okay, I need my laptop.” Buck said, he jumped up feeling excited for a weekend away with just Tommy and anything he wanted to do. He couldn’t wait. “Eat your breakfast while I research.” Buck said seriously.

“Yes, dear.” Tommy replied, rolling his eyes fondly.

They spent the rest of the morning tangled together in bed, trading lazy kisses between bites of pancakes, making plans, the flowers resting on the nightstand, a bright blue spark of color in the morning light.

Buck couldn’t remember a better Valentine’s Day.

[alittlegiraffe]

Title: Alone With You

The weight of the day settled into your shoulders as you sank into the couch, exhaling deeply. The soft hum of the baby monitor and the distant sound of cartoons still playing in the girls’ room served as a constant reminder that your job as "Mommy" was never really done. You adored your children—every sticky-fingered hug, every sweet giggle—but lately, they had been needing you and Marshall more than usual.

It had been two weeks since you and your husband had even had a moment alone that wasn’t interrupted by cries for a drink of water, a nightmare, or an inexplicable need to tell you about the dream they just had ten minutes after they’d gone to bed. You missed him—missed the way he held you when it was just the two of you, the quiet intimacy of being wrapped in his arms, his lips tracing soft patterns on your skin.

Marshall plopped down beside you with a groan, rubbing a hand over his face. “Damn. I love ‘em, but these girls are ruthless,” he muttered, stretching an arm over the back of the couch and pulling you into him. His scent—familiar and warm—filled your senses, and you melted against him with a sigh.

“They’re little sleep thieves,” you agreed, resting your head on his shoulder. “I swear, I haven’t had an uninterrupted shower in days.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Tell me about it. I tried sneakin’ into the kitchen for a snack earlier, and Hailie caught me like I was stealin’ from my own fridge.”

You laughed, but there was an edge of exhaustion to it. You tilted your head up to look at him, eyes scanning his tired expression. “Marsh,” you murmured, fingers playing with the fabric of his hoodie. “I miss you.”

His blue eyes softened instantly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “I miss you too, baby.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. It had been too long since you felt his full attention on you like this.

You deepened the kiss, threading your fingers through his hair as his grip on your waist tightened. The heat between you grew, a hunger that had been building for weeks finally threatening to take over. His hands slid beneath the hem of your shirt, fingers trailing over your skin—

“Mommy? Daddy?”

You both froze. Your forehead dropped against his chest, and you let out a groan of frustration. Marshall’s arms went slack around you, his head falling back against the couch as he closed his eyes in pure defeat.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath before forcing a patient, fatherly voice. “Yeah, baby? What’s wrong?”

The tiny voice came from the hallway, hesitant but insistent. “I think there’s a monster in my closet.”

You bit back a scream of frustration and sat up, rubbing your hands over your face. Marshall let out a low chuckle, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “I got this one,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before standing.

You watched as he disappeared down the hall, heard him murmur reassurances, and then a moment later, the creak of a closet door opening. He was a damn good dad, and you loved him for it. But you also really wanted to jump his bones.

By the time he returned, you were lying back against the couch, eyes shut, too exhausted to even move. He collapsed beside you with a huff. “Alright, closet’s monster-free,” he reported. “Tucked her back in, even did a quick rap about bravery.”

You cracked an eye open. “You rapped?”

He smirked, leaning in close. “A whole freestyle about how dope and fearless she is.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

He trailed his fingers along your arm, voice turning lower, more serious. “Come to bed?”

You hesitated, eyes flickering toward the baby monitor, listening for any signs of another impending interruption. He tilted your chin up, eyes locking onto yours. “Let’s try,” he said, a small, hopeful smirk tugging at his lips. “Worst case, we get five minutes.”

Your heart squeezed at the way he was still trying, still craving you just as much as you craved him. “Okay,” you whispered.

He stood, offering you his hand, and as you let him pull you up, you couldn’t help but hope that for just one night, your babies would stay asleep long enough for you to finally remind your husband just how much you missed him.

Back in your bedroom, the second your lips met again, the hunger was undeniable. His hands slid under your shirt, pushing it up and over your head before pulling his own hoodie off. Your hands roamed his bare chest, fingers tracing the defined lines of his muscles as he kissed you harder, pressing you against the mattress. Just as you started working at the waistband of his sweatpants—

Knock, knock.

A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. “Mommy? Daddy?”

Marshall’s forehead dropped to your shoulder, and you groaned. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“What is it, baby?” Marshall called out, voice strained with exasperation.

“I heard a scary noise,” she whimpered. “Can I sleep with you?”

You exhaled sharply, rolling to your side as Marshall flopped onto his back, covering his face with his hands. After a moment, he muttered, “Yeah, come on in.”

The door creaked open, and your youngest climbed into bed between you, nestling under the covers. Marshall shot you an apologetic look over her little head and mouthed, Tomorrow?

You sighed, offering him a small, tired smile. “Tomorrow,” you agreed. Because no matter how much you missed him, you’d always be “Mommy” first.

Hours later, a sharp little foot jabbed into Marshall’s stomach, jolting him awake. He grunted, shifting slightly, and then noticed you were awake too, staring at the ceiling with a sigh.

His hand found yours under the blanket. “Guest room?” he whispered.

You nodded, careful not to wake your sleeping daughter as you both slipped out of bed. Sneaking down the hall, you finally had a moment alone, wrapped up in each other like you had been craving for weeks.

When you returned to your room, breathless and satisfied, you stopped short in the doorway. Somehow, all three girls were now sprawled out across the bed, limbs tangled together, leaving no room for either of you.

Marshall exhaled dramatically. “Man, we don’t stand a chance.”

You stifled a laugh, grabbing his hand and pulling him back toward the guest room. “Looks like this is our bed now.”

He smirked, tugging you back into his arms. “Fine by me—so long as we don’t get another little visitor.”

[snowfieldstories]

Valentine's Day Special

Kim Dokja's Love (featuring: protective Lee Jihye, a Chinese garter belt dress, and...Yoo Joonghyuk)

"What about unnie?" said Yoosung.

"Oh, of course!" Jihye cried out, having forgotten. She crept towards me, holding out the affection meter in earnest. "Let's check."

"Let's not!" I dodged the device, but then was tugged into the air. A glitching shimmer swirled around me. No...!

A silky black fabric draped over my skin. I felt a tight compression around my thighs and calves, and my hair fell in a curtain of styled curls down my back. I could feel so much air on my bare skin. Too much. "Persephone!" I shouted.

I was set back on my feet, unsteady in the heels on the grass. Persephone's Chinese garter dress. My companions around me gaped at the sight. Yoosung beamed while Hyunsung blushed furiously and forced his eyes to the ground. Even Joonghyuk's eyebrows shot up. An object was pressed into my chest, and I looked down.

Jihye pulled the affection meter back to her with a frown. "Is it stuck?"

There was a violent rattling, then—BOOM!

Jihye screamed and I keeled backwards at the explosion.

"What did you do, Jihye?" I said and coughed at the lingering smoke. Jihye was dumbstruck as pieces of the affection meter crumbled in her hands.

"His love for angel-unnie was so great, it broke an SS-grade relic," said Jihye in awe, wiping crocodile tears from her eyes.

Heewon looked me up and down. "Love is one word for it," she muttered darkly.

Namwoon scowled as he caught on to her words.

Jihye gasped and nodded. She smashed a still-smoking fist into her palm. "You're right! Ahjussi wasn't measuring love with his heart, he was measuring it with his—"

Sangah and Hyunsung each clapped their hands over Yoosung and Gilyoung's ears.

I groaned and buried my face in my hands, mumbling. "Dokja, I really hoped you stopped watching with omniscience already..."

In my heart, I felt the keen tug of humiliation from our shared connection.

That was rather unfortunate.

Jihye stared at me with a complicated look of concentration. She then sighed. "Unnie, I'm sorry. I guess we'll have to kill you now."

The tugging at my heart became frantic. I remained unbothered. Luckily for me, the Ways of Survival was, and would always be, Kim Dokja's greatest love. "We didn't test Yoo Joonghyuk," I pointed out.

"AH! You're right!" Jihye groaned and put her hands in her hair. "But Master, seriously?"

Joonghyuk finally acknowledged us with a look of disgust. "You're all imbeciles."

"Are you saying that because you know something?" Jihye was accusing. Joonghyuk stared at her blankly and she choked. "Are you two...? Is ahjussi cheating on angel-unnie with YOU?! How dare you!"

Heewon and I each grabbed an arm and dug our heels into the grass to keep Jihye from launching at Joonghyuk in a fit of righteous anger on my behalf. "Let me go! I'll kill him—let me kill him for you, unnie!" she bellowed.

In that moment, we'd forgotten about one very delusional demon. Joonghyuk included.

His head snapped to the side as Namwoon's fist collided with his cheek. Jihye took advantage of our shock to shake us off, running to join in.

"You home-wrecking dog!" roared Namwoon.

Joonghyuk recovered at once, and a terrible darkness shadowed his face. It was a glare from the depths of malice. There was a blinding flash and Jihye and Namwoon were blasted away, stunned and flat on their backs in the grass.

I exhaled deeply, rubbing my temples. "You guys are really..."

My connected heart ached with a mournful apology.

I sighed again. "It's not your fault, Dokja."

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day all! I hope you enjoyed this fun little scene. It might end up in the main ILAD fic, I haven't decided yet

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Fall Into the Dark With Me Part 3: Forever and Always✨

Dark Arts Professor! Joel Miller x Herbology Professor Fem! reader

Part 1

A/N: I wasn’t planning on another part, but a sweet ask came in and gave me some inspiration for another part. This one is so so soft and sweet 🥰 Happy Valentine’s Day from your favorite Slytherin and Hufflepuff lovers 🩷

Chapter Summary: You reminisce on your wedding day and your honeymoon. But that’s not the only thing you’re smiling about. You’re glowing because you’re carrying Joel’s child.

Rating: 18+ only

Word Count: 2.5k

Chapter Tags: So much fluff, Joel in love, soft! Joel, Professor! Joel, Slytherin! Joel, Hufflepuff! reader, wedding night, reader is pregnant, flashbacks of smut

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

You sway back and forth in the garden, tending to your fragrant lilies and fresh strawberries while the sunshine warms your bare arms, your summer dress flying in the breeze. You’re a little distracted today, a little nostalgic thinking back on your wedding night that was just four months ago. But really it seems like it was just last week. 

   A smile slips over your mouth; dreamy eyes stare into the distance where a water stream floats through an open valley, ending in a sea of green trees. Biting your bottom lip, you smile as you remember the moonlit wedding. Floating lanterns lit up the trees. Fireflies danced all around your flowing white dress. The one with the sheer sleeves and the bodice that glittered with crystals sewn into the silky fabric. 

   Time seemed to stop when you saw Joel at the end of the aisle—his hand lacing through his slicked back hair, a midnight black tuxedo hugging his broad body, a white bow tie to top off the sleek outfit. And in his hand sat a white lily. But not just a normal lily. No. It was the rarest flower you’ve ever seen. The one you showed him in your flower book. You didn’t know it actually still existed, but there it was, glittering under the moonlight, just waiting there for you. And when you got up to the altar, he laced it through your braid, told you how you were the rarest flower in all the land, so you deserved a flower that was as special as you. 

   And of course you cried. Gods, you cried when he took your hands in his and confessed his love all over again. He didn’t even need a paper; he just knew exactly what he wanted to say to you. And it was the most beautiful speech you ever heard in your life. 

   “My love. The moment I saw you across the Great Hall, I just knew you were the one. I fell in love the moment I laid eyes on you. I remember you waltzing in with a book about lilies under your arm and an empty flowerpot in the other.” He had to stop for a minute because he was chuckling under his breath, but it didn’t take him long to continue. “You stole my breath away the moment you pulled me by the hand in your classroom and walked me through how to properly handle a Venomous Tentacula. And even though most people are scared of them, you weren’t one bit. You handled it so gently and talked so sweet to it. I’ve never seen quite anything like it in my life.”

   More tears spilled from your eyes, but he just kept going, squeezing your hand all through it. “You captured my heart with how kind, caring, and gentle you are with everything. Plants, animals, children, me.” He shook his head with a smile and continued on. “But it wasn’t just your heart I fell in love with. It was your entire soul. The way you’d leave me flowers outside my classroom. The way you planted a garden in my heart. The way you continuously loved me, even through the days I relentlessly teased you and gave you hell. You never gave up on a not so easy Slytherin like me. You showed me what it’s like to be kind. You showed me how to love unconditionally. And baby, I jus’ can’t wait to spend the rest of my life lovin’ you the way you deserve. I want to give you the entire world. And I promise you this. There’s never a day I won’t stop lovin’ you. It’s you and me forever, baby. Jus’ a sly Slytherin with his kind Hufflepuff wife. You’re my whole world.” 

   And then he tugged you close after the two of you said your I do’s, his lips consuming you as fireflies danced around your tight embrace. It was like a dream, and he made it the dreamiest wedding you could’ve ever imagined. Even went as far as planning most of it with you. He never slipped, never strayed on any of the decisions. He was there through it all, your hand in his. 

   And then there was the honeymoon in Croatia. That blissful, two week filled vacation of just you and him. Endless love making in the sheets, his body between yours, slow strokes of his hands, relentless snapping of his hips, his mouth between your thighs, lapping you up till you climaxed twice before his cock was buried between your slick folds. You both barely made it out of the room. Instead of endless sightseeing and boat rides on the crystal clear water, you traded it for long soaks in the bath, his broad body flush against yours, his mouth magnetized to yours till all you could smell, breathe, think was Joel. 

   Joel, Joel, Joel. 

   He’s all you’re ever able to say. He’s just so… perfect. The perfect husband, lover, father…

   Father. Yes. A slow smile slips over your mouth, makes you blush as you wrap your arms around your middle, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth as you think about the near future. Joel’s going to be a father again, with your child. He just doesn’t know it yet. But today is the day you tell him. Today is the moment you’ve been waiting for. 

   Hiding this has been hard, extremely hard. You’ve been dying to tell him. You just wanted it to be the perfect moment. He’s been gone the last few weeks taking Sarah and Ellie on a late summer trip before they have to go back to school. He begged you to go hiking with them, practically got down on his knees and pleaded for you to go. Said he couldn’t stand being away from you for one night. But hiking and camping was no place for a pregnant woman of now almost four months. So you stayed here, but not alone. Joel’s mother came and stayed with you, making sure the baby was healthy and that you were taken care of. Now it’s time to tell Joel the good news. Hiding your stomach the past few nights had been hard, but you can’t hide any longer. You’re starting to show, so it’s time. It’s time to announce he’s going to be a daddy again. 

   Just as you get lost in the view of the sunlit garden, Joel sneaks up behind you and wraps his arms around you, peppering kisses all along the side of your jawline. “How’s my beautiful wife today?” he asks in a soft tone, dragging his lips slowly down your neck.

   You giggle at the showering of love. Turning toward him, you lock your arms around his neck and lean in, crashing your lips over his for a few blissful seconds. When you pull back, you smile up at him. “Perfectly happy, my love. Now that you’re back home.”

   “I missed you so much, sweetheart. Missed getting to hold my girl at night. Missed the taste of your lips,” he drawls, tugging you in for another heart-stopping kiss. One that makes the ground shake beneath you, makes the ocean tides lap against the shorelines a little harder, makes the sun shine a little brighter. 

   “We missed you too,” you reply quietly, hoping he catches the we. 

   He pinches his brows together, tilts his head to the side, his eyes swimming with questions. “We?”

   You smile, nod up at him. 

   This is it. This is the perfect moment. The moment that’ll change everything. And you think the baby knows that, too. 

   Taking one of his hands in yours, you slowly guide it to your stomach and flatten his palm over the small bump that’s now showing under your summer dress. And just then, the baby makes its presence known with a little flutter of a kick. 

   Joel jumps back, his arm falling back to his side with wide eyes. He’s absolutely stunned. He blinks once, twice, then steps forward in a hurry and places both his hands across the length of your stomach, searching for that little flutter he just felt seconds ago. And just like that, the baby kicks once more, just for Joel. 

   Lifting his big eyes, his mouth drops open in awe. “Are you…”

   You nod, smiling up at him with love written all over your eyes. “I’m pregnant, Joel.” 

   His brown eyes swell with tears, his vision probably hazy as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, letting his palm brush against your cheek affectionately. “We’re gonna have a baby?”

   Placing your hand over his, you nod. “We’re having a baby. You’re going to be a father to three now,” you smile with tears welling in your eyes. 

   It only takes him a second to pick you up off the ground, spinning you around while he shouts into the air, “This is the happiest day of my life! My beautiful wife is pregnant with my child! I’m gonna be a father!” 

   You giggle as he spins you; your heart about to burst at the seams with happiness. “Joel, put me down! Your wife is a little motion sick right now.”

   “Sorry, sorry,” he apologizes, setting you back on your feet where the earth isn’t spinning anymore. He cups your cheeks between his palms and stares at you with love in his big brown eyes, his heart all over his rolled up sleeves. “You’re gonna be such a good mother, sweetheart. I’m so fuckin’ happy.”

   Stealing a quick kiss from your lips, you lace your fingers through his tousled curls and melt into a big smile. “And you are going to be the best father. I’m so excited, Joel.”

   Tugging you into his chest, he wraps his arms around you and kisses the crown of your head. “What do you think the baby’s gonna be? A boy, a girl?”

   You toss the question back and forth in your head, undecided. “I’m not sure. Guess we’ll have to wait to find out,” you hum out, closing your eyes as possibilities flit through your mind. You have this weird feeling like you know exactly the gender of your baby, and you hope you’re right. 

   “I hope it’s a girl,” he whispers in your ear. And you can’t help but smile at that because he’s such a good girl dad. You’d give anything to see him holding your baby girl in his arms, rocking her to sleep, sending her to bed with forehead kisses and words of affirmation. 

   Somehow, you just have this feeling that that’s what’s coming. A little girl wrapped in a pink blanket, being welcomed by the most handsome, gentle Slytherin you know. Would she be tough, witty like her father, or would she inherit your love of flowers and magical creatures? Maybe she’ll be both. Smart, sweet, a gentle Hufflepuff maybe? Either way, she’ll be perfect. She’ll be a miracle in this world just waiting to bloom. 

   You spend the rest of the day with your hand laced through his, planning the baby’s room, telling Sarah and Ellie they’re going to be big sisters. And it’s all so perfect. It’s all wonderful—this new journey you’re about to embark on. And you’re ready. With Joel, you can conquer anything. 

   Gods. You’re just so fucking happy. Nothing could make this more perfect than life already is.

   Later that night, when you’re wrapped in Joel’s strong arms under the silky sheets, you toss and turn, your dreams so vivid and real. But this isn’t just any dream. You’re having visions, real visions. Sometimes this happens, you just can’t control them. They’re a gift passed down by generations of your family, a special kind of magic you still haven’t perfected. 

   Your eyelids flutter back and forth while the vision takes hold inside your head. A bright light flashes in the distance, gold dust sparkling all around the sky. But when you look into the light, you freeze at what you see in front of you. A little girl running through the green grass, chasing after Joel. She’s got bouncy brunette curls, big brown eyes that remind you of Joel’s, rosy cheeks, and the cutest laugh you’ve ever heard. He scoops her up and throws her in the air, quickly catching her as she giggles into a fit of laughter, Joel’s laugh echoing through the air. You see it so clearly. That’s your little girl. She’s the spitting image of Joel, and she’s so fucking beautiful and bright and glowing. She’s got a special kind of gift—one you’re not sure yet. But there’s one thing you do know. That little girl is yours and Joel’s, and she’s going to be so, so loved. 

   You’re suddenly thrown out of the vision, your eyes snapping open just as Joel groans and wakes up, pushing his fingers affectionately through your hair. “You okay, baby? Have a bad dream?”

   Tears well in your eyes, and you shake your head, not quite able to catch your breath. You’re too stunned, too emotional from seeing what the future holds. 

   “Hey, you alright? Why are you crying?” he asks with concern lathered in his tone. Carefully, he catches a falling tear with the pad of his thumb and caresses your cheek. 

   You wrap your hand around his wrist and look up at him, happy tears filling your eyes. “It’s a girl, Joel.”

   His eyes go wide as his mouth drops open. “Are you sure?”

   You nod, biting your bottom lip. “I had one of my visions just now. And I saw… I saw you playing with her in the garden. She looked just like you, Joel. She’s so beautiful. And she loves you so much…” Without being able to contain yourself, you bury your face into his neck, let him scoop you up as he kisses the top of your head, holds you just a little tighter. 

   “Oh, my darlin’ girl. I already love her so fuckin’ much, jus’ like I love you. My beautiful, pregnant wife. You make me so fuckin’ happy, I hope you know that.”

   You nuzzle into his warmth, breathe in the woodsy scent of his musk and let out a smile. “Not as happy as you make me, my love. You’re such a good father, a good husband. The best part of every day,” you confess with love threaded through every syllable you speak. 

   “C’mere, sweetheart.” He cups your chin and lifts your mouth to his, dripping his love all over you in slow, affectionate kisses. You melt into his body, get tangled up with him in the sheets, drown in his very essence as he peppers light kisses over your growing stomach. 

   You think you could watch him like this forever. He already loves her so much, just like he loves you. You can’t wait to see him bloom into a new father, can’t wait to see him raise your child beside you. Forever partners in crime. That troublemaker Slytherin with a warm, gentle Hufflepuff. But he’s just as soft and gentle as you now. He’s everything you ever wanted. And now, he’s going to be the father of your child. 

   You can’t wait to spend forever with your one and only lover. And you can’t wait to bring a gentle soul into the world. Your sweet little girl. You just can’t wait to meet her. Can’t wait to do your entire life with your perfect little family.

[kaivenom]

This is a silly one but I’ve always found it interesting to see! Maybe the strawhats (platonic) with a very self-sacrificing reader? Like they don’t notice how genuinly bad it is until a big ultimatum where the reader happily just goes in head first to die for them knowing there’s no hope of saving them (but the strawhats do save them and now they all are kinda realising that maybe the reader isn’t just a bit of a reckless idiot)

I would have requested the dilfs for this but they fit more also LOVE all your writings and LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE the dilf content . Hope you’re having a good day!

The strawhats crew with a self-sacrificing!reader

Masterlist

You are on the nursery room of the ship and can hear all the yells on the deck.

You can't hear the words but you can sense that they are angry. You start to feel sad because they are angry at you.

Then Chopper came back and started to check the bandages without saying a word.

"I'm sorry that you are mad at me, next time i would do it right."

Chopper looked at you and started crying while catching your hand.

"Please don't do that again, we don't want there to be a next time of this..."

You nodded and Chopper left the room, you were shocked that he said that, why would there no be another time? sacrificing for the team it's your thing, that's why you are worthy to the team.

The next weeks, while you recover, all your crewmates seem extremely careful and attentive with you.

Sanji prepares your favourite food and sits with you until you finish it.

Zoro makes you take naps with him when you are too much time standing up.

Ussop tries to make up jokes to make you laugh.

Robin and Nami do a lot of girls nights with you.

Brook keeps playing your favourite tunes.

Chopper is always by your side, cheking your wounds.

Luffy is there too, but just doing Luffy things.

You aren't used to all this attention, you feel really misplaced with all of this. Even though they are being really nice, it's noticable that there is a shadow upon all of them.

Once your wounds are finally closed and Chopper gives you the medical discharge, you go to the kitchen to tell them.

But they have a stressed look, they made you sit and Luffy took the word.

"Don't you ever do that again, you are part of the team and you can't run like that to danger, once we can pass it but you do it every time like your life is worth nothing and you almost died this last time..."

"But that is my part on the team, you have a doctor, swordsman, cook... i am the cannon meat, the one who sacrifices."

You said it with a smile but all of them are frowning, you could even saw a couple of tears on someone's eyes.

Luffy banned you from going to battle and you always had someone near you.

Even Chopper started studying some psychology to do therapy seasons with you.

You at first didn't saw the problem but since they all are so annoying about that, you do as they say.

Weeks passed and you started to notice that maybe they are right, that you shouldn't run directly into danger cause that would make them sad and you all are a team.

The moment you told them you were sorry and that you understood and won't do it again, was the moment they all cried like babies and suffocated you on a hug.

From now on, you would try to be more self-conscious about danger, so you won't hurt them again.

[phoenixblaze1412]

hello! i really like your writing, and honestly i cried a little when i read the child! reader.

can i ask for a situation where the reader accidentally made dottore mad, and he snaps at them? please make it soft and fluffy at the end! thank you!

The day had been long and grueling. You had spent most of it in Dottore's lab, silently observing as he worked on his latest experiment. Normally, you were content to stay in the background, watching your father with admiration. His brilliance always astounded you, and you loved spending time with him, even if he didn’t always show it.

But today, something was different.

You were only trying to help. After all, how hard could it be to fetch a few supplies for him from the far side of the lab? Dottore had been so immersed in his work, his back turned to you as he meticulously examined a specimen. You thought you could sneak off and retrieve the vial of liquid he had mentioned a few minutes ago.

That’s when everything went wrong.

As you reached for the vial, your hand brushed against a delicate beaker, causing it to wobble dangerously. You tried to steady it, but your reflexes weren’t fast enough. The beaker toppled over, its contents splashing across the counter and creating an unholy mess of colorful liquids.

Before you could even react, Dottore whirled around, his expression shifting from focused concentration to pure, unrestrained fury.

“What did you do?” His voice was cold, but there was an edge to it that made your stomach drop.

“I... I didn’t mean to—” You stammered, backing up slightly. The last thing you wanted was to make him upset. He was your father, your protector, and the thought of disappointing him made your heart ache.

“You never mean to, do you?” Dottore snapped, his usual calm demeanor replaced by a rare, sharp frustration. His eyes, normally filled with quiet intelligence, were now hard with anger. “Do you even understand the consequences of your actions? That substance has taken us weeks to finish! This could’ve ruined everything!”

You flinched at the harshness in his tone. Your father had never yelled at you before. He was strict, yes, but this was different. The disappointment in his voice cut deeper than any harsh word.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, feeling the weight of the situation pressing on your chest. “I didn’t mean to mess things up.”

Dottore took a deep breath, his gaze flicking from the mess on the counter back to you. His shoulders tensed, and for a moment, you thought he might say something else. But instead, he said nothing, his expression unreadable.

You stood there, waiting for him to calm down, but the silence stretched on. The weight of his anger hung in the air, and you felt smaller than you ever had before. You just wanted him to forgive you, to tell you it was okay. You wanted everything to be okay again.

Finally, Dottore spoke, but his tone was more subdued, though still edged with frustration.

“You really need to be more careful,” he said, his voice quieter now. “You can’t just rush around without thinking. Do you understand?”

You nodded, your eyes cast downward. “I understand, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

Dottore’s gaze softened just slightly, though there was still a flicker of frustration lingering in his eyes. He walked over to the counter and began to clean up the mess you had caused, his movements quick and precise.

For a few moments, the two of you stood in silence but the tension between you hung in the air like an unspoken cloud. You wished you could do something to make it better, to show him how sorry you were but all you could do right now is look down and clutch at the seams of your outfit.

Finally, as the last of the spilled liquid was wiped away, Dottore sighed and turned to you. He looked down at you with a mixture of exhaustion and something softer, something that made your heart ache a little.

“You didn’t do it on purpose,” he said, his voice no longer sharp but filled with a quiet resignation. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t be more careful next time.”

You nodded again, your eyes up now, meeting his gaze. “I promise, Dad. I’ll be more careful.”

Dottore paused for a moment before taking a step closer to you. He placed a hand gently on your head, a touch that felt like an apology in its own way. You could see the weariness in his eyes now, the stress from a long day of work finally catching up to him.

“You’re still my child, even when you make mistakes,” he murmured, his tone softening. “But I expect more from you. Do you understand?”

“I do,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Dottore studied you for a long moment, and for the first time that day, his stern expression softened into something warmer. He pulled you into a brief, but genuine, hug. It wasn’t the kind of hug you were used to—there was no exuberance or overbearing affection, but it was enough. It was all he could offer in that moment.

“Just be more careful next time,” he said again, his voice much softer now. “And I’ll be here to help when you need it. We all make mistakes, but we learn from them.”

You hugged him back, your arms wrapping around his waist, and you felt the tension from earlier melt away. You didn’t need to be perfect—Dottore didn’t expect that. He just wanted you to be careful, to learn and grow.

“I’ll be more careful, I promise,” you whispered again, and this time, you knew he believed you.

[qoldenskies]

The idea of the boys still being the same under the curse but just misconstruing everything is so painful. You mentioned before that part of Leo was horrified at hitting him, how Raph cried when killing him. I’m just like, imagining how angry they always got whenever he cried or went nonverbal. Leo often describe the feeling of the curse as feeling like a kind of “getting even” situation. Imagining the agony of seeing his baby twin cry and beg, feeling that horrible twist in his gut, and thinking “This is what I’m getting even for. How dare you make me feel this way.” Leo knowing those feelings are caused by Donnie and the way that he’s acting, but that’s where his perception ends. Donnie is doing this to him. And under the curse, he forgot the only reason he felt so pained with every little sob is that he loved him. And eventually all Donnie does is cry, and all Leo wants to do is make him pay for that.

ive been thinking of this moment a lot already heehee

:') the fact that this is the first time leo hit him and this is the first thing he thinks. the way that he quickly recontextualizes the HORROR he felt hitting him as anger because this didn't magically get rid of his empathy. i dont think leo is a super high empathy person but he cares so much about donnie that the sight of him in pain or distress still feels like a skewer through his heart. its not unlike the moment where raph stops himself from hurting him after breaking shelldon tbh

it makes "its like i cant even recognize you anymore" even more of a gut punch because its kind of meant to communicate that like,,, there is a moment where leo's actual care for him shines through and he thinks that he wouldn't have actually hurt the donnie he thought he lost. up to this point he's been rationalizing things by telling himself that donnie's always being shitty and he just put up with him, but this is a moment where the "truth" he's been avoiding really surfaces. but donnie is different now, he's a complete shell of himself, so it creates a feedback loop where leo can continue to convince himself that he's still deserving of retribution.

calling it a "victim complex",, treating it like he's guilt tripping to get himself out of trouble. saying he's spinning stories, using his fearful shouting to act like he's hysterical. its all just the ways they rationalize it to themselves because they still do hurt to see him upset. its funny that their logic requires him to be both uncontrollable and intentional, but such is the nature of irrational hatred.

i also think about leo's shitty aborted "apology" through text after he screams at him, acknowledging that it's a boundary he's crossed and saying he's not feeling like himself ,,,, leo was so casual about it and donnie was too upset to notice but. he knew for a moment there. man :')

[goosewriting]

The Aftermath

summary: reader visits Joaquín at the hospital as he wakes up from surgery.

relationship: Joaquín Torres x gn!reader

warnings: established relationship, spoilers for captain america: brave new world, mention and description of injuries and medical procedures, mention of accident and explosions, brief mentions of PTSD from events in Infinity War/Endgame, self-doubts and guilt

word count: 2.2k

A/N: i started writing this the moment i came home from watching BNW. can't believe it took me this long to write for him,, he's been rotating in my mind ever since tfantws <3 we really need more fics for joaquín, he’s so blorbo coded like cmon!! 🥹🥹 if you have any recs pls send them my way!

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(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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Sitting by Joaquín’s hospital bed, you bring your hands to your face as you remember his accident on the Indian Ocean. You had watched the broadcast in horror, your heart in your throat as his figure fell from the sky into the open water. 

At that moment, you couldn’t help but remember the video from all those years ago, where you saw how Rhodey had fallen as well, like a rock, everyone watching, unable to do anything to stop him. Just like War Machine, Joaquín had turned uncontrollably on his descent, one of his wings ripped from the suit by the missile exploding right in his face.

You’ve been in the Avengers’ orbit since a little before the battle against Thanos on Wakanda, where you had also fought with everyone, but then got blipped. The transition back to society with a gap of 5 years had been very hard on you, and while you stayed in contact with everyone who remained, helping out whenever you could, you didn’t really have it in you to go back out to the battlefield. Even after all this time, you still have nightmares about the snap and the Battle for Earth. 

Bringing your hands back into your lap, you let out a trembling breath, clinging onto the constant soft beeping of the machinery to tether yourself to reality and not fall down a spiral of despair. Every time your eyes roam over Joaquín’s injuries, you close your eyes, pressing the base of your hands over them, then open them again. Your sight is momentarily sprinkled with dots, and as it clears, you hope for everything to have been a horrible nightmare. But once your view clears up, he’s still there. Unconscious. Hurt.

The surgery he’d been in last night had felt like it was never going to end. Still, you had stayed the whole time, and once he got out, you stayed at his side. 

It’s been several hours since Joaquín got wheeled into his room, the head medic saying he was still unconscious but stable. You shift in the armchair by the bed where you sit. One of the nurses brought you something to eat earlier since you refused to leave, the wrapper of your sandwich still in your hands as your eyes start feeling heavier and heavier, and you can’t find it in yourself to fight the welcome embrace of sleep, slowly spreading through your limbs. You’ve almost completely dozed off when you hear a groan, and immediately your grogginess dissipates. You straighten up in your seat, the wrapper falling to the floor as you scoot closer to the bed, tears stinging behind your eyes. How you still have tears left, you have no idea, given how much you’ve cried in the past hours, terrified of losing the love of your life. 

Joaquín blinks several times, scrunching his face, eyes trying to adapt to the light. He lifts his good arm, looking at the tubes attached to it, and his gaze roams the room and down his body, face contorting in pain lightly. Then his eyes land on you, and his face immediately softens.

“Hey, there,” he croaks out. 

“You’re awake,” you whisper, holding his hand in your trembling ones. “I was scared you wouldn’t.”

“Pfft, it’ll take more than a meagre explosion to defeat the Falcon,” he retorts with a pained smile.

Normally you’d laugh at his jokes, enjoying his silly side, but right now you have no humour left in you. Another wave of tears rolls down your cheeks, and his smile vanishes.

“Please don’t joke about that,” you plead, giving his hand a squeeze. “You were hit by a freaking missile. From a fighter jet. While up in the air between two armies about to start a war with each other.”

“Well, if you put it like that…” He sighs. 

There’s a moment of silence where you again study his bruised face, your gaze landing on the massive burn covering his whole shoulder, streaks of red raw skin visible on his jaw and throat. Your brows furrow in frustration.

“I should have been there,” you mumble, angry at yourself for letting this happen.

“What?” he asks, craning his neck to fully look at you.

“I should have gone with you,” you say, bringing your eyes to look up at him. “Then I could have helped and you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

Joaquín exhales through his nose in disbelief.

“We were in the air, and I went head to head with the missile even after Sam told me to back off,” he retorts, shaking his head. “There was nothing you could have done.”

His tone isn’t scolding; he’s telling the truth and you know it. Still, you can’t help but feel like the outcome could have been different, if you had just been better, braver. You try to choke back a sob, unsuccessful, and his hold tightens around your hand.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” He speaks your name softly. “This isn’t on you. Please don’t cry.”

You grimace, biting the inside of your cheek.

“For a moment I thought you died, Joaquín. I was so scared,” you say with a shaky breath, bringing his hand to your face, and he cups your cheek. You place your hand over his, holding onto it and leaning into his touch like it was the last time you could hold him like this.

“I’m sorry I scared you.”

Your heart shatters at the thought that even after getting hurt, after getting blown up, he’s the one apologising to you. He’s about to add something when the door opens and a nurse comes in. You back off a bit and hastily wipe your face with the back of your sleeves as she does some check-ups, both on Joaquín and the machines, taking some notes on her clipboard. She then takes one of the tubes attached to his arm, and places a syringe at the other end.

“What’s that?” you ask, suspicious. She gives you a quick look with a raised brow, but when she sees the state you’re in, her face relaxes again.

“Painkillers and antibiotics. He’ll need both of them,” she explains.

It doesn’t take long for the fluids to reach Joaquín’s blood system, and he visibly relaxes against the pillows and closes his eyes.

“Oh, hell yeah. That’s the good stuff,” he sighs, and the nurse chuckles softly. You still can’t get yourself to let go of your worry. Once she’s done with everything, she leaves the way she came, exiting the room. As the door closes behind her, your eyes land on the wrapper on the floor, and you pick it up with a sniffle, crumpling it up further.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty? Can I get you anything?” you ask as you throw the trash into the bin from where you sit, to your surprise making the shot. He doesn't answer, eyes still closed.

“Joaquín?” you ask softly, not wanting to wake him in case he fell asleep again.

“Huh? Wha?” His eyes open and he turns to look at you, his face visibly relaxed now.

“You okay?” You take his hand again, and he gives you a squeeze.

“Hmm-mm,” he hums with a nod, blinking slowly as he tries to focus on your face. “I just think I’m… kinda high right now.”

That’s when you finally break, unable to hold back an endeared chuckle, shaking your head. Joaquín’s eyes are filled with warmth and then concern as they land on your face, brows furrowing as if he just noticed something. His hand comes up to wipe away the remaining streak of tears. He also playfully pinches your cheek for good measure, eliciting another smile of yours.

“That’s better,” he concludes, a smile spreading on his face as well. The smile that could light up any room he’s in, in your humble opinion. 

You prop your elbow onto the edge of the bed, head in your hands as you look at him, and he looks back at you with a silly grin. The beeps on the machine speed up a bit, and you look up at the screen, then back at him with a brow raised in amusement.

“Usually you can’t tell because I’m smooth as hell, but it’s true,” he notes, like a huge secret was just uncovered. “You still make my heart race.”

Heat prickles on your cheeks at his words and you avert your gaze with a snort. As long as your heart is still beating, you think, remembering that they had to resuscitate him after the accident, but you shake those thoughts away, preferring to focus on the fact that he’s still here, alive.

“I know that the moment you’re back on your feet, you’ll be out there again, suited up,” you start after a moment, shooting him a serious look. “So I won’t ask you to stop. But promise me to be more careful next time?”

“Pinky promise.” Joaquín lifts his hand, fingers curled except for his pinky, and you can’t help but chuckle as you mirror his gesture, curling your finger around his. He shakes your hand like that side to side for a bit, then drops it back down onto the bed. A strand of hair falls into his face as he leans back, and you brush it back, caressing over his bruised cheekbone gingerly. 

“When was the last time you slept?” he asks suddenly.

“Hmm.” You look at the timestamp on the muted TV in the corner, currently playing some movie or other. It’s only then that you realise you’ve been intermittently awake for almost two full days now. “Can’t really remember,” you lie.

“You need to rest. You look exhausted,” he remarks, gesturing to himself. “I’m taken care of.”

“No, I’m not leaving you,” you say, putting as much finality into your voice as you can in your state.

He says your name softly. You look away. He sighs.

“Well, if you insist on staying, then at least I can get pampered a bit, yeah?” he starts, and you narrow your eyes at him in feigned suspicion. He asks with a playful pout, “You know what would make me feel better?”

“Hmm?” 

Joaquín turns his head, offering you his cheek. You can’t help but laugh. 

“I thought you were high on painkillers already?”

“Even the best medicine holds nothing against your kisses.”

“Pfft, is that so.” Now it’s your heart’s turn to speed up. You two have been together for a while now, but he still makes you feel warm and fuzzy, and gives you butterflies in your stomach, when he isn’t on the brink of death, at least. “Well, in that case, I better get started on your dose.”

You lean forward, placing a kiss on his cheek, and he hums pleasedly. He doesn’t move, though, clearly waiting for more. You’re more than happy to oblige, placing kiss after kiss on his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, being especially careful around his injuries. Finally, you hold his chin to turn his face towards you, and kiss the corner of his mouth, then his lips. It's chaste but sweet, and he smiles into it. When you lean back, his eyes are filled with love, slightly unfocused because of the meds, a goofy grin on his face. As you hold his face, you consider saying something cheesy, hoping he won’t remember it. But before you can speak, there’s a knock at the door, and someone steps in. It’s Sam. He looks surprised to see you.  

“Damn, you’re still here?” he asks with concern, then turns to Joaquín. “How’re you feeling?”

“Splendid, really,” he replies, leaning into your hand still cupping his face.

“He got a decent shot of painkillers,” you explain, looking up at Sam with a tired smile. “He’s high as a kite.”

Sam chuckles, then looks at you worriedly. 

“You need to rest. Both of you.” He places a hand on your shoulder. “Go home, I’ll take it from here.”

You hesitate, looking between the two, and Joaquín nods, his eyes pleading for you to also take care of yourself. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Joaquín says, taking your hand from his face and giving it a squeeze. “I’ll be here when you come back.”

“Right,” you sigh and rise to your feet with wobbly legs now that the exhaustion is finally kicking in full force, and Sam holds you up when your knees threaten to give in. 

“Whoa there. You need a nap, ASAP.” 

“Yeah, yeah I do,” you say with a sigh, steadying yourself as he lets you go, his hands still hovering over your arms for a moment in case he has to grab you again, but you manage to stand straight. You grab your jacket from the back of the chair, and turn to Joaquín. “I’ll come back this evening, okay? I’ll bring your favourite snacks too. Don’t tell the nurse, though.” You wink at him with a knowing smile.

“You’re the best.”

“No, you are.” You lean over him to kiss him goodbye, whispering ‘I love you’ against his lips, and pecking him once more for good measure. The machine’s beeps speed up again.

“Love you too. See you later.” Joaquín brings his hand up to caress over your cheek one last time, then you leave the room.

Sam is still standing there, hands in his pockets, looking down at his friend as the beeps slowly start decreasing back to normal.

“Very cute,” he remarks, unable to bite back a teasing smile. 

“Don’t even,” Joaquín says and rolls his eyes playfully, knowing perfectly well that Sam will never let him live that down.

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🐥 taglist: leave a comment for now to be tagged in future fics; i still have to add the MCU to my taglist form lol

[shipper4everships]

BuckTommy Fluffebruary: Day 15

~Babysitting~

- What… You’re saying your plans changed? - Buck’s enthusiastic smile faded slightly.

- Yeah, here’s the thing… We were planning to take the baby with us, but it turns out we can’t, - Maddie replied in a slightly apologetic tone, tilting her head in a gesture of understanding.

Buck blinked.

No, don’t get him wrong - he was always happy to fulfill his duties as the best uncle to the fullest. But Maddie was now asking him to look after not only Jee-Yun but also her little brother, Min, who was only six months old. Staying with two kids at once? That sounded like an advanced-level challenge.

- Are you sure? - Buck asked cautiously. - Min is still so little…

- Do you want to be the best uncle for him too? Then it’s time to start earning that title right now, - Maddie joked, trying to dispel Buck’s doubts.

- Buck, it’s just until the evening. I wrote you a note with everything you need to do. The formula is on the shelf, the puree is in the fridge. And you can always call me if you’re unsure about anything.

- Can I really handle this… alone? - Buck asked quietly, glancing thoughtfully at Min’s crib, where the baby was still sleeping.

- Well, you can always call for reinforcements. - Maddie winked at him before closing the front door and hurrying off to Chim.

Her last words gave Buck an idea, and before he knew it, he was already heading to the kitchen, dialing Tommy’s number - he definitely needed help right now.

Buck’s call caught Tommy just after a shower - he had just come off his shift and was planning to rest, maybe even take a nap. But the sheer panic in Buck’s voice on the other end of the line had him getting ready in record time. Buck was practically spiraling, and Tommy wasn’t about to leave him to deal with this alone.

Jee-Yun was absolutely thrilled to see Tommy and was already enthusiastically telling him all about the evening plans she had come up with for them.

Min didn’t keep them waiting long - his cries from the nursery cut through the apartment, and Buck turned to Tommy with a look of sheer panic. Tommy couldn’t stand seeing him like that.

- I’ll get him, - Tommy said quietly, heading toward the nursery, catching the way Buck’s face stretched in surprise from the corner of his eye.

- Seriously? You’re not-.. Thank you, Tommy, -  Buck’s voice called after him as Tommy picked up the now fully awake baby.

Tommy hesitated for a moment, figuring out the best way to hold Min. He was so small, and in Tommy’s arms, he somehow seemed even tinier.

When Tommy walked out of the nursery with Min in his arms, Buck turned to look at them - and for a second, he completely forgot what he was supposed to be doing. Of course, Min wasn’t their child, but something about the sight of Tommy holding a baby did something to Buck. He swallowed down the unexpected lump of emotion and refocused on preparing the formula.

While the bottle warmed up to the right temperature, Tommy gently rocked Min in his arms, humming something softly. Min calmed down; though he was still making little demanding noises for food, he wasn’t crying anymore.

Buck’s heart melted at the sight.

They fed Min, taking turns holding him, all while reassuring Jee-Yun that they’d soon join her in building her dollhouse.

When they put Min to bed, Tommy quietly sang a lullaby. - My mom used to sing it to me when I couldn’t sleep, - he explained, a little embarrassed. Min fell asleep surprisingly fast.

Buck thought he was already endlessly in love with Tommy, but as they stepped out of the nursery, he felt like he loved him even more.

Building Jee-Yun’s dollhouse was surprisingly quick. Tommy listened carefully as she described all her dolls and even offered suggestions on how to make the house more comfortable for them. Buck took a moment to just watch the two of them, exhaling softly. This man couldn’t be more perfect.

That evening, as they drove away from the Buckley-Han household - Maddie still in shock that they hadn’t called her even once - Buck kept stealing glances at Tommy in the driver’s seat.

- What? - Tommy asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

- Have you ever thought about having kids? - Buck decided not to beat around the bush - it had been on his mind all day.

- Well… yeah. - Tommy didn’t answer right away, caught off guard by the question. - I’ve thought about how… someday, it would be nice to have one or two… if we want to. If we’re ready.

- I saw today that you’re ready, - Buck said softly, placing his hand on Tommy’s knee. - And I want kids with you.

Tommy was silent, overwhelmed with emotion, unable to find the right words. Instead, he placed his hand over Buck’s.

Evan turned his gaze back to the road ahead.

They were going to do this. Together. @bucktommyfluffebruary ❤️️

[jessicas-pi]

So I absolutely NEED to hear all your thoughts on Downton Abbey so far: Favorite characters, dynamics, ships, general thoughts? (I'm rewatching it right now, so my obsession is showing itself😂)

YAYYYY FELLOW OBSESSION BUDDY!!!

Okay, so, disclaimer: I'm only two episodes into season two so I'm certain there will be development with many characters in the future that will make me like them lots more! However, at the current moment, here's my Thoughts:

Violet The Snarkmaster is an absolute riot and one of the highlights of the entire show. I can't decide if I like her most when she's fighting with Isobel or when she and Isobel are ganging up on someone else.

I Have Beef With Thomas And O'Brien Is On Thin Ice

The dynamic between Sybil and Branson has me gnawing on chair legs like a feral ferret.

*cries in the corner*

I have SUCH mixed feelings about the whole Matthew/Mary thing. Like, on the one hand, they make a really cute ship and I definitely get the vibe that they're the endgame pairing, but on the other hand, I REALLY LIKE LAVINIA TOO OK SHES SUCH A SWEETHEART

(Look I KNOW she's gonna either be secretly evil or get killed off because she's gotta get removed from the equation. I STILL LIKE HER THOUGH 😭)

unrelated, but "mother, daughter, and maid team up to haul dead body of turkish diplomat through mansion in dead of night" is a subplot i never in a million, million years would have expected to appear in the show at all, much less in episode THREE. Like they really did not hesitate. Full on dramatic and slightly insane right off the bat. 10/10, no notes.

*brief intermission to continue gnawing on chair legs because of Sybil and Branson*

I Kinda Have Beef With Edith Too (honey I get that you feel purposeless and neglected at the moment but kissing married men is NOT HOW YOU DEAL WITH THESE FEELINGS)

Cora and Robert INTRIGUE me and I need to know more about them.

Have I mentioned how much I love Mr. Bates? No? Yeah so I really love Mr. Bates. He's such a genuinely GOOD PERSON. Like the best person in the show honestly. I really love him. *gnaws on more chair legs*

Also like??? The relationship between Carson and Mary is just so sweet?? i can't even. I just can't.

alas i am out of chair legs. time to much on some drywall i guess!

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Could you write some smut with Dave where he's being really rough and the reader is overstimulated so she begs him to slow down, and he does but he starts mocking her and teasing her for not being able to take him before telling her she has to be good for him and take him and then he gets rough again? 🫶

Warnings: Smut, belly bulge, degrading, praising, overstimulation, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Dave said through grunts, rolling his eyes at your tears. "Am I all of a sudden I'm too big for you slutty cunt?"

You moaned out his name, eyes shutting tight as your back arched off the bed. Dave had slowed down when you asked him to, he was a sweet lover, really, sometimes he just needed to get his pent up emotions out.

Sex was perfect for that, usually you were more than happy to give in but after the day you had you just wanted someone to love you gently.

"Dave! Dave, I-I can't!" You cried out, nails digging into his back.

Dave scoffed and pulled away, hissing as he felt scratches spread across his sides. He pulled you onto his lap, holding your hips in a bruising grip, calloused pads digging into your tender flesh.

"You can, you do, you are!" He grumbled, slamming his hips into yours again, the new position creating a bulge in your stomach, only fueling his need to fuck you right and hard. "Just shut up and take it like a good little bitch, for once!"

Your pleads fell onto deaf ears, he'd slowed down once already and he wasn't planning on doing so again anytime soon.

The new position made it easy for Dave to piston his cock deep into you repeatedly with a snap of his hips. Your body bounced on the mattress, head nearly hitting the headboard a few times.

Dave's head fell back, hair falling angelically over his shoulders. "Oh, fuck, that's good." He moaned, cock pulsing inside you. He looked back down at you, at your flushed body coated in a thin layer of sweat.

He looked at your red tear streaked cheeks and glassy, pleading eyes. "Almost done, sweetheart." He assured, rubbing soothing circles into your hip with his thumb. "Touch yourself for me, can you manage that? Just cum one more time and I'll let you sleep."

You hesitantly brought your shaky fingers to your abused and puffy clit, eyes shutting tight once more as you started rubbing yourself. Dave mumbled praise at how obedient you were, how good you were being but you couldn't hear it, not through the muddled mess he'd made of your mind.

Dave let out a low, guttural groan as he came, shooting his cum into you with a few final thrusts.

He tried to pull out but you whined. "Don't! Can't-" You struggled to find the words so Dave didn't wait for you to finish.

"I know, I know, but I have to." He said, rubbing your side. "I can't just stay in you all night, can I?" You raised your brows at that, knowing you should agree. Dave blinked, blankly staring at you a moment longer before carefully maneuvering you to lay on top of him so you could sleep comfortable with him still buried deep inside of you.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Jaylin, Jaylin, Jaylin, my gal, sincerely wtf is your dealllll???

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I promise I WILL get there.

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Like she’s going to come take something from him personally. Not just Buck. 

Maybe that’s the biggest indicator. He starts to feel like Arthur is his. His baby. His son. Even if those thoughts are kept deep, deep inside. 

One night, Arthur wakes them up around two in the morning. The kind of cry that Eddie now knows means he’s wet himself and is uncomfortable. He never knew any of Christopher’s cries apart. He’d never been around for a long enough time to distinguish them. 

Buck starts to get out of bed. He emits a little sigh that betrays how tired he is. He’s exhausted. They had a long shift that day. Buck took the brunt of the physical labor during the rescue.

“Let me get him,” Eddie says. 

“It’s okay,” Buck argues. “I can.”

He can. He does. Most of the time. In fact, it’s sort of hard for Eddie to get Buck to let him do any of the less pleasant parts of raising a baby. Like he’s afraid allowing Eddie to do more than the cute, sweet parts is a burden Eddie doesn’t want. But that’s not true. He wants all of it. And not just because of Buck, anymore. 

“You’re tired and sore,” Eddie whispers, leaning across the bed to pull him back and kiss his temple. “I’ve got him.” 

Buck sighs. “Don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“I know,” Eddie says. “I want to. You know I love him, right?”

Buck takes a deep breath.

“I know.”

“Then let me go do the dad thing, okay? You sleep.”

Buck relents. Eddie climbs out of bed and makes his way towards Arthur’s bedroom. 

“Hi, Artie,” he says softly, lifting him out of the crib. “Hi, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He changes Arthur, gets him all buttoned back up in his pajamas, and begins to put him back into the crib. But then pauses. He brings the baby back up and holds him to his chest for a moment. Tilts his head so he can inhale that weirdly perfect baby head scent. 

He missed all this with Christopher. He regrets that all the time. His kid is fifteen. The best kid in the whole world. But time moves so fast. So, so fast. So Eddie takes a minute. With this child, who isn’t his, but who feels like it anyway. He takes a minute to let it feel slow. 

iv.

October 1st is a Thursday, so they have Artie’s first birthday party two days later. The anniversary of the day they learned he was born. How fitting. 

It’s a really nice party. The whole day just sort of fills Eddie with an easy warmth. Everyone shows up. There’s cake. There’s decorations. There are far too many presents. Eddie takes an obnoxious amount of photos. The atmosphere is entirely joyful.

At one, Artie is a lot of things. He’s turning more and more into a little person every day. He’s absolutely packed full of energy. No surprise there, considering his paternity. He’s an absolute chatterbox, despite his limited vocabulary. He will stand and dance on the spot to any song he hears, wiggling around like a wind-up-toy. He loves animals. He loves the beach. He hates really windy days. He thinks Chris is the best person on the planet. He calls both Buck and Eddie dad. 

Eddie loves him more than anyone but Christopher.

When it happens, they’re sitting at the dining room table. Artie and Daniel are in side-by-side high chairs, both absolutely smearing their faces with blue icing from birthday cupcakes. Chimney is recording it, laughing. It’s one of those happy, perfect moments Eddie wishes he could pause.

“They aren’t going to sleep tonight,” Hen warns. 

“Worth it,” Buck shrugs. “Look at them. They’re best friends!”

“Do they have any other choice, Buck?” Bobby asks.

“Well, no…” Buck admits.

The doorbell rings. 

It’s weird that the doorbell rings. It’s weird, because everyone is here. Everyone who they invited, everyone who said they could come, is already here. 

“I’ll get it,” Buck says, equal amounts of confusion clear in his expression. 

He strides off towards the front door, and for whatever reason, Eddie feels compelled to follow him. To see. He doesn’t know why. He’s not usually so suspicious of someone coming to his door.

He has good reason to be. 

Eddie is standing maybe six or seven feet behind Buck when he opens the door. Before Eddie sees who’s there, he knows. He knows, because Buck’s entire body language goes rigid. Eddie knows. He knows, and he instantly feels the need to puke.

“Jaylin,” Buck says. His voice is stern. Cold. 

Eddie takes a small side step so he can see her. Her hair is shorter. She’s pretty thin. She looks nervous. 

“Hi, Buck.”

Eddie’s jaw is locked tight. He wants to tell her to fuck off and never come back but that is neither appropriate or his place. And also, he simply cannot. 

“What are you doing here?” Buck demands. “Where have you been?”

“It’s… I know I’m late for his birthday,” she says. “Uh, I was traveling back and… And there were car troubles.”

“Car troubles?” Buck echoes icily. “Jaylin, it’s been nine months.”

“I know. I know. But it’s his birthday and I’m his mother,” she says. “I need to see him. Even for a little bit. Please, Buck.”

“I-I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Buck says. “We’re in the middle of a party. He doesn’t know you.”

“I’m his mom! He’ll… It hasn’t been that long. He’ll remember.”

Eddie’s not proud of what he does next. He really isn’t. But the important thing is that it’s not against Buck’s wishes. Not exactly. Because he hears the next words from Buck’s mouth. And those words are Jaylin, no. Not right now. And he just reacts. 

He turns and walks as fast as he can without running back into the dining room.