#there are more i'll get around to them soon

[bizarrelovetriangel]

r e l a x.

they give you a massage (sylus, caleb, xavier) / you give them a massage (zayne and rafayel).

mdni. 18+ only. fingering. handjob. oral (male and female giving and receiving). dry humping. creampie. overstimulation.

sylus

You've had a busy week at work and your body has been terribly sore, so Sylus offered to give to a massage.

Instead of feeling relaxed like he said you would be, you're gripping the bedsheet and biting down the back of your own hand, completely flustered and tensed.

Sylus knows exactly what he's doing with his hands and yet, he refuses to admit to his crimes by playing clueless.

As if you can't see his smirk after accidentally brushing his hands against the sides of your breast for the third time in just five minutes.

"What's wrong, sweetie? Didn't I tell you to relax? Just close your eyes and trust me. I'll make you feel good."

You're cursing Sylus so hard in your head.

You're on his bed, lying on your stomach with absolutely no cover.

You've once gotten a massage from an actual professional massage therapist before, so you know removing your clothing is just protocol.

What's different from the massage you're getting right now are all the 'accidental' touches that your unofficial massager has been doing.

Sylus is hovering over your figure with his knees on the sides of your hips and planted on the mattress while his hands are kneading your figure.

On one hand, the oil that he's using smells wonderful, and his strong hands really does wonders when he's pressing down and pulling at your tensed muscles the right way.

On the other hand, he's teasing you so much that you can't even feel at peace.

It started off with brief, almost unnoticable brushes on the sides of your breasts as his hands roam around your torso, feeling up your sore spots.

It wasn't until his hands began to linger a little too long on your ass that you grew suspicious of his actions.

You gave him the benefit of the doubt and kept quiet, closing your eyes and burying your face against the soft pillow. You thought, maybe, you can just fall asleep while he gives you a massage, even if he has to keep himself entertained along the way.

But you learned quickly that you will certainly not be able to fall asleep for as long as Sylus' hands are on you.

As he's stroking the back of your thighs, his hands traveled up to your ass once again, and this time his thumbs had gotten lost to graze the folds of your vagina.

Your head shot up in shock.

Sylus pretends not to notice.

He starts to hum a song while his hands slide down to your aching calves, giving them a good squeeze that had you wincing.

Only then did Sylus give you a look. "Something wrong, sweetie?"

"You...."

"Hmm?"

"You know what you're doing." You narrowed your eyes at him accusingly.

He tilted his head. "I'm not a professional, but of course I know what i'm doing. You have nothing to worry about."

You scoffed and put your face back down on the pillow. It looks like you're just going to have to deal with all the antics. You'll get your revenge later on.

Or so you thought.

The little not-so-accidental touches soon became more obvious and unbearable.

After several more minutes of Sylus' game of mixing in actual good massage techniques with lecherous caresses, he stopped trying to be subtle.

His fingers now had their undivided attention on your core and making their way inside you. Your hips reflexively raised as the wave of tingling sensation took over, and Slyus gently pushed them back down against the mattress.

"You're tensing up, sweetie."

There was that smirk again.

"And whose fault is that?!"

"Yours, obviously. You wouldn't need a massage if you didn't overwork yourself."

You hate that he's right even when he's trying to deflect your accusations. "Hmph."

After giving him a playful smack on the chest, you rested the side of your face against the pillow and closed your eyes.

Not a second later, his fingers are moving deeply in and out of your pussy, now wet with oil and from your arousal.

Your breath hitched at his fast pace, gripping the sheets of the bed with while listening to the lewd sounds of his sticky fingers going inside your oil-covered slit.

Your right arm reached behind you to capture his hand. You wanted to make him pause for a moment just to give yourself a moment to breathe before you burst right then and there.

He was quick to figure out your intention, so Sylus got your wrist first and pinned it on your back, just with one hand.

The bed shook slightly as he lowered his hips onto you. His placed his other hand on the mattress, right by the side of your chest to support his weight so that he's not crushing you.

His cock is pressed up right against your ass.

You were so distracted by his fingers that you failed to notice when he had pulled down his pants and boxers. Now, he's throbbing and rubbing his pre-cum on your skin.

Sylus took a moment to wipe a drop of sweat on your forehead before kissing it.

"This...isn't a massage, Sylus."

"I told you, didn't I? I'll make you feel good."

He slowly went into you.

And almost immediately, you clenched up at how good he felt. Sylus took a sharp breath before lowering his chest on your back and wrapping his left arm around your neck.

Not tight enough to choke you, but just so he could keep your face against him as he starts to move faster and harder.

All the oil he put all over your body during the massage had now been spread onto him too as every inch of him connected to you.

The air around you becomes heavy. His low groans and your muffled moans mingle with the sound of your bodies roughly colliding repeatedly.

He didn't stop for a second. Not until he was out of breath. Not until you came first. Only then did Sylus allow himself to come, right on your ass and back.

"Sylus...."

Out of breath, you flipped over as Sylus looks down at you while running a hand through his sweaty hair.

"You better not be giving anyone else a massage like the one you just gave me."

He chuckled. "Of course not, kitten. That special service is reserved only for you."

"Good." You winced as you felt your hips twinge. "Because you kinda suck. I'm now more sore than before the massage - hey, can you at least try not to look so proud?!"

zayne

It's not unusual for Zayne to be overworked, given his highly demanding job. That's why you often find yourself pampering him on his days off. This time, you decided to give him a massage so that you could help to relieve his tensed muscles.

You're not a professional, but you have learned from Zayne himself how to properly give a decent massage, as he had given you one a couple of times before. He was describing to you what he was doing and explaining what it does to your joints and muscles, so you can at least do the basics.

Right now, he's lying down on the white couch of his living room, stripped down to his boxers and facing the ceiling. You're by his side, kneeling down on the floor and sitting on the back of your feet so that you're in the same level and can easily move around.

His glasses are off and his eyes are closed, enjoying the way your hands are pressing his biceps while listening to you ramble about what you've been up to at work.

"Oh! and I just remembered something annoying that happened the other day!"

As you broke into a rant, you failed to notice that your hands had increased their strength as they moved around Zayne's lower abdomen.

Your fingers squeezed his abs, though your mind was mostly focused on giving Zayne the full details of a particular problem you had at work.

You didn't catch the way Zayne's heart skipped a beat, and the way his breath started to become uneven as your hands moved on to his thighs.

You were so distracted with your own thoughts that your ears didn't pick up the quiet groans coming out of Zayne's mouth as you rub down his quads.

His legs twitched as your fingers darted to the inside of his thighs, and he let out a cough when your fingers brushed against his bulge behind his boxers.

And yet, you still haven't caught on.

Zayne started to sweat nervously as he tries to keep his thoughts and his body tamed: to stop blood from rushing south.

But it's already too late.

He's already hard and throbbing.

Especially when you're patting him down all around the one place that's begging for your attention.

"Darling..."

"- and then I was like - huh?"

You snapped back to reality when one of Zayne's hand caught your right one.

"...here..."

Your gaze shifted from his red ears, to his adam's apple that bobbed as he gulped, and down to where he placed your hand, which was right on the big tent that formed in his boxers.

At last, you understood what he wanted and immediately granted his wish.

You tugged on the band of his boxers and pulled it down to his calves, and Zayne fully discarded it by moving his own feet and kicking it off him.

You wrapped one hand around his cock and rubbed your thumb against its tip, spreading the pre-cum that oozed out of it.

His stomach tightens up as your fist moved up and down, and low grunts emerged from his lips as you picked up your pace.

The sight of his flushed, swollen cock had your mouth and your core soaked with hunger.

You squeezed your thighs together as you placed your weight on your knees, then you moved your face towards his hips and ran your tongue from the tip to the base of his cock.

Zayne took a sharp breath once your mouth swallowed him down. He ran a hand across his chest, feeling his own heart racing as he watched your head bob up and down, with some strands of your hair falling out of place.

He closed his eyes as you moved faster. His hips jolted up reflexively, making you take even more of him. He forced himself to hold back on thrusting into your mouth, but you were the one that pulled him even farther down your throat while your hands took care of the rest that you couldn't reach.

Your name falls out of his lips before ropes of cum suddenly shoots into your mouth, spilling out from your lips.

Zayne's moans did nothing to your clenching cunt as you watch his cock continuously twitch, even after his release.

Though you didn't have to wait for long because without even giving himself time to recover from his orgasm, Zayne sat up and pulled you onto his lap.

His mouth desperately meets yours while his hands are already working on undressing you. "...need you..." he mutters between kisses.

You complied and helped him get rid of your underwear, then you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Still, you paused for a moment to ask, "Aren't you sore though? I don't want you to feel even more tired. I'll - "

"I'm fine." Zayne cuts you off with certainty in his tone and desire in his eyes. "I just want to feel you."

As a silent response, you kissed his lips and locked your thights around his hips. Zayne adjusted himself before his cock penetrates you completely.

You wanted to spare him from moving, since, despite of his reassurance, his muscles really are overworked. You swayed your hips against him, but it seems that Zayne couldn't stay still either because he continued to push his cock into you.

He buried his face against your neck and his mouth sucks off your skin while his hands grips your ass hard. His heavy breaths stutter as both of your strengths increase, causing your flesh to clash at every second.

You re-adjusted your steady grip on his shoulders before taking control by grinding down his cock hard and fast.

Zayne catches one of your breasts into his mouth and lightly bites your nipple, earning a loud gasp out of you. Your pussy clenched around his cock, and the noise you made had echoed from his own mouth.

"C-coming...!"

You reached your climax around the same time. Zayne didn't have time nor power to pull out and your hips felt stuck against his, so all of his load was shot inside of you.

Zayne softly pressed his lips on your left shoulder before resting his forehead against it as he catch his breath.

You combed your fingers through his hair before attempting to get off of him. Zayne, however, kept you trapped against him with his hands remaining on your ass, pressing you down on him.

"Let's just stay like this.... for a little longer...."

caleb

The very second he arrived at your apartment and saw your overall worn out appearance, Caleb declared himself as your butler for the weekend. Not only did he do all the cooking and cleaning, he also decided that you needed a massage.

So here you are, lying face down on your bed, only wearing your underwear, with Caleb hovering over you with his knees on the side of your hips, running his hands throughout your body to fix your aching muscles.

He's actually doing an amazing job. Only a few minutes after he started and you're already feeling your body loosening up.

"Have you ever given anyone else a massage before?" you asked curiously, lifting your face from your pillow for a moment.

"Nope." Caleb grins. "You're my very first customer, pip-squeak. Don't forget to rate me at the end of my service, okay?"

"Mhmm."

You assume he just did his research very well, as always. Since you're in good hands, you decided to give in to the warmth and comfort he's providing and closed your eyes for a little nap.

Little did you know...

Caleb couldn't be more glad you're not looking at him right now.

He's having a big problem and it's demanding to be freed and inserted into something. Into someone.

He truly did have the full intention of giving you the best massage you'll ever have. He noticed that your body isn't in good condition because of your work, and the least he could do is make you feel relaxed with a massage.

The good news is that it seems to be working well, and you're even starting to fall asleep, which means your body is relaxing.

The bad news is that he underestimated his self-control. He had taken showers with you without popping a boner, and yet....

The sight of you lying so beautifully underneath him only in your red bra and panty had gotten his mind wandering along with his hands.

Every time he massaged the insides of your thighs, his eyes automatically flickers to your crotch as he gets a glimpse of your pussy behind your underwear.

He wanted, so badly, to bury his face between your thighs and have a taste of you. But even more, he wanted your body to feel relaxed. He didn't want to disturb you right now, so Caleb suppressed his desires.

It's not the first time, anyways. Before you were aware of his feelings, before you became an official couple, he always had to hide his sexual urges from you.

So, this is nothing. That's what Caleb repeatedly told himself as he continues to give you a massage.

Still....

It's okay to adjust himself once every while, right? His boxers and pants are getting uncomfortably tight, after all. He just needs to adjust it for a second.

Caleb stuck a hand in pants to get rid of the discomfort.

Then, he pumped his cock a few times.

'Fuck...'

He lets out a shaky breath before withdrawing his hand and resting it on the small of your back. His own actions only made things worse because now, he's throbbing uncontrollably and his thighs are pulsing. His hands are sweating, his stomach is clenching, and his face is burning.

He forced himself to keep going with the massage, but he was only torturing himself. The more he touched you, the more he wanted you.

"Hmm? Caleb, are you done?" you asked as his hands no longer made contact with your body.

"I..." Caleb's incomplete response came out low and deep.

Suddenly, his chest fell against your back and his lips grazed your right ear. His heavy breaths tickled you before his lips softly met your skin.

"I need you."

He rutted his crotch against your ass and your eyes widen at the feeling of his stiff cock through his pants.

He growled under his breath before moving faster, causing your body to bounce against the mattress of your bed.

"Caleb..."

You raised your hips to meet his, and his hands quickly latches to your waist before humping you even harder.

You slowly turned around and put your hands on the back of his neck, then you kissed him deeply and pulled him down with you.

Caleb moans into the kiss while his hands quickly removed his pants and boxers. You pulled away for a moment to help him undress, then your bodies re-attached like magnets soon after.

He wasted no time putting his cock inside you, spreading your thighs farther apart so he could pound as much of him into you as far as possible.

Your bed creaked and shook at every moment he made. The air around you feels hot, and you found yourself gasping loudly and clutching onto his back as he picks up the pace.

You cried softly against his neck as you came, and your toes curled as he relentlessly chased after his own high, drilling into you while clasping your hands. Soon, his hips stutters and he pulls out right before shooting his load right across your chest.

After using his shirt to wipe your chest, Caleb collided beside you, catching his breath as he stares at the ceiling.

You propped on your elbow and faced him sideways with a grin on your face.

"Hey, Caleb." Your fingers toyed with the pendant of his necklace. "You wanted me to rate your service, right? I'd give it a 4.5 out of 5."

He lets out a laugh, catching your hand and kissing your fingers. "What was the 0.5 deduction for?"

"...need another round..."

"Oh?" Caleb raised a brow, unable to hold back a smirk at your flustered expression. "Weeeell then, please allow me to compensate."

rafayel

Rafayel accepted your offer to give him a massage, especially since his back and shoulders have been tensed after painting for days with very little to no rest.

You had been away for work so you couldn't scold him properly to take breaks, and now you want to make up for your absence by helping him relax.

Not even five minutes after you started, Rafayel wondered if he had made a bad decision.

Today, for some reason, he's extra sensitive and not just emotionally, but physically, too.

Earlier, you breathed too close to his neck and he got chills, and not out of fear. You put your hand on his chest for thirty seconds and his heart wanted to jump out of his body. You slid your fingers down to his stomach, and blood rushed below his hips.

Rafayel shifted nervously on his bed. He's only wearing a single towel wrapped around his hips, and he's facing down against the mattress so that you could have easy access to his back and shoulders.

As you heavily but carefully drew circles on his upper back, Rafayel groaned against his pillow. You took that as a positive sign that he's feeling good from your massage, so you continued.

You pressed down to his lower back and giggled at the way he twitched.

"I didn't know you're ticklish here, Raf."

"...I'm not..."

Your thumbs moved in circular patterns just above his hips, slightly nudging the towel covering him. He lets out another sigh of relief, so you exerted more pressure down to his muscles.

Your eyes darted to his face for a moment and you wondered why his ears have turner red. Was it because of the massage?

"Rafayel, am I doing okay? If you want me to stop, just tell me - "

"No, don't stop!" he replied a little too quickly. "I mean.... keep going. You're doing great, cutie!"

"If you say so. Just making sure I'm not hurting you, that's all."

"Not at all!"

Rafayel stiffens as your hands returned to his back, as that's where he told you is the most painful part of his body is.

However, he needed your hands somewhere else.

Rafayel took a deep breath before turning around to face the ceiling. He's doing his best to breathe calmly, but his thoughts are making it impossible.

"What's wrong? did I - "

Rafayel grabbed one of your hands and guided it to his chest and let it travel down to his stomach, then right below his hips. His cock was standing tall through his towel, aching for your touch.

"It hurts here, too. Will you help me?"

You silently agreed with a nod, unable to take your eyes off his reddening cock, feeling as if you're in a trance.

Wrapping your hands around his shaft tightly, you slowly began to stroke him. A shaky, quiet moan comes out of Rafayel's lips.

Just a brief touch and he already feels like he's going to burst. He's unable to stop himself from fucking your hand, legs spread out and fingers grasping the bed sheets.

Rafayel cursed under bis breath as he came faster than he'd liked. He had come right on your hand and some had gotten to your face.

You licked the cum that got lost to your lips and Rafayel's face flushed at such a lewd image. He pulled you into the bed and embraced you sideways to cover your neck with passionate kisses

While he distracted you by leaving hickies below your jaw, his hands got rid of your shorts. You gasped as his fingers made contact with the crotch of your panty.

You grinded your ass against his hips to encourage him to continue, and so Rafayel moved your underwear aside and put his cock in you, at the same time his fingers massaged your clit.

His name comes out of your mouth as your body curls up with pleasure, allowing him to fuck you at a better angle.

"So good..." he pants against your ear, struggling to move at a slow pace.

He wanted to take his precious time to feel you, yet he also wanted to go fast just like what his throbbing cock in desperate need for release wants him to do.

In the end, he managed to keep things slow and sensual, appreciating every inch of you without a rush.

You rolled your hips back against him to meet him half-way, coating his cock with your slick as you struggle to contain your own desire for him.

Rafayel whines from behind you as you feel him picking up speed. "C-coming..." He tightened his hold on your hips before losing all his control and hammering into you, causing you to match the loud moans that he was letting out.

He quickly pulls out and rubs his cock against your legs before painting your skin with strings of his cum.

After coming not a minute after him, you turned around to face him. You brought a hand to his hair and brushed some sweaty strands away from his face, then you kissed his nose.

"So this is what happens when you get a massage."

"...only from you." he pouts. "Now, I feel even more tired. I'll have to stay in bed all day tomorrow. You'll stay with me, right, cutie?"

"Hmmm... nope."

"Why?! Is it because you don't love me?"

You flicked his forehead with your fingers. "Someone has to stop Thomas from barging in the room to see my lazy, exhausted fishie slacking off."

"Ah." He smiles and hugs you tightly, nuzzling his face against yours. "my hero."

xavier

It's not that you're ticklish.

There's just something about the way Xavier is kneading your body that makes it difficult for you to suppress amused giggles.

It might have something to do with his soft touches that doesn't help much with your sore muscles, although it does make bring you lots of warmth, comfort and joy.

That's why you allowed Xavier to give you a massage. He insisted that he gives you one after reading online that it'll help with tensed joints and muscles, so he watched some tutorial videos beforehand.

Now, you're on your couch, lying down facing the ceiling. According to Xavier, the less clothes, the more effective the massage will be. So, you decided to strip down completely but put a small towel over your breasts and crotch.

You're not even really sure why you bothered to cover up, considering Xavier has seen you naked more than enough times to feel shy.

In fact, when he saw you with the towels, he looked a little confused, though he never asked about it. He only told you to lie down and get comfortable.

After following his instructions, Xavier's first step was to give a few drops of oil on your stomach. It's slightly warm on your skin, and its scent was something similar to the fragrances that you frequently use.

He gave your tummy a few rubs, and you couldn't help but smile at how careful and gentle he was being.

When it was time for him to take care of your sore spots, you bit the inside of your cheek to stop your laughter.

You did feel some pressure, which felt nice. It just didn't last for long, as Xavier didn't exert the right amount of force.

It's not that he doesn't have enough strength - of course, he does; he is a strong hunter, after all. More likely, he's unsure of how much pressure to apply, at what angle, and for how long.

While it's not the best massage you'll ever get, he's still making you feel happy and relaxed in his own way. That's all that matters.

"You're not hurt, are you?" Xavier asked as he pressed on your hamstrings.

"Nope. I'm okay! Keep going, Xavier! You're doing great!"

"Okay!"

The way his face lit up had you melting and wanting to cuddle him. He's just too precious for his own good.

"...."

Ten minutes later, your eyes snapped wide open as you felt something....different, touch your thighs.

"What was that...?"

You looked at your legs and caught Xavier red-handed, pressing his lips on your inner right thigh.

"It's fine." He smiles at you. "It's part of the massage."

"...is it?"

"Mhmm. Just relax. It'll make your body feel better."

He resumed on applying pressure with his hands on your legs, so you brought your head back down on your pillow and closed your eyes for a little nap.

A minute later, you felt another kiss on your other thigh. You decided not to question him and let him do whatever he wanted.

But after the third kiss, which was slightly higher than the previous two, your muscles tensed up. Particularly, your pussy clenched as his lips lingered dangerously close to your core.

He does it a few more times, and the moans he's muffling against your skin absolutely didn't help your case: it only made you wet. And with Xavier being so close, he might notice.

He's over here, sacrificing his time and energy to help you feel relaxed, and yet you're getting turned on.

No, no, no. You'll have to control yourself. At least, wait until after he's done.

"Ngggnnhh,,,"

Oh god, he's doing it again.

This time, his kisses are even louder and higher. His hands are holding up your thighs so he can make space for himself.

You didn't even notice until now that Xavier no longer stood by the side of the couch, but he's now on it, too. He's right between your legs.

While you're looking down, Xavier met your gaze and your held your breath for a second. You know that look. It's the same one he often gives you in the bedroom during intimate activities.

"Xavier...."

"...I'm adding my own special techniques in the massage."

He scooted closer to your hips and lowered his face to give your thighs more kisses.

"This might be more effective."

Your face burned as you felt his tongue slide against your sensitive skin. You were unable to look away from Xavier's intense gaze directly on you.

"It feels good, right?"

You failed to come up with a coherent response as the towel that poorly covered your crotch had been dropped on the floor.

"I know you're still sore, so just stay like that." Xavier lowered himself so his chest is not too far from touching the couch. He's propped on his elbows and peeking at you between your legs. "I'll help you relax."

With that, Xavier's mouth rams into your cunt. His tongue feels your folds while his hands clings onto your thighs, spreading them wider.

You arched your back and hissed at his actions. One of your hands reached to down Xavier's face, but he caught it with his left and intertwined his fingers with yours, letting it drop to your side.

He gave you no time to calm down; his lips and tongue worked fast on making you fall apart just within a few minutes, but only because he had other things in mind.

Xavier pulled down his pants and boxers and brushed his cock against your pussy, not a minute after your orgasm. You were still sensitive, so when his tip traced around your folds, you were unable to keep your volume quiet and your insides felt like exploding.

"Xavier!"

He put the back of your legs over his shoulders, giving himself more space before grinding dick right between your folds. His breathing quietly picked up at the feeling of your core that's soaked just for him.

His eyes darted over to your face for a moment to flash you a smile.

And as much as you love Xavier, you were cursing him in your head.

How could he smile like you like that, as if he's not teasing and torturing you and calling it a 'massage'?

You can't even hate him because every cell in your body craves for him in every way possible. Anytime he smiles at you, you're on your knees for him - sometimes, literally.

"Ah!"

You were pulled out of your trance as soon as Xavier put himself inside fully you in one hard thrust.

His face flushes and his eyes are fixed on your breasts, watching them move along with the rest of your body as he repeatedly snaps his hips against yours.

The couch budges and the wooden floor creaks at Xavier's heavy plunges. The grunts leaving his parted lips joins your cries of pleasure and the sounds that your bodies are making as they collide.

Xavier is too far from your reach and there was nothing for you to hold onto, so you ended up running your hands down to your chest and squeezing your breasts as you gasp for air.

He let out a low growl under his breath as he watched your movements. He fucked you even faster at the same time he lowered his face down to your chest.

He captured your hands and pinned them by your sides before his mouth sucks in your left breast, with his tongue circling around your nipple.

He then switched to do the same on your right breast, though his teeth slightly nipped you as he felt his hips tingling.

Xavier made sure to push his cock in the deepest part of you before cumming. His voice echoes throughout your living room as he released every drop inside you while still his rolling his hips, slower and slower until his stamina is drained.

Your release quickly followed after his cock was pulled out. Xavier rested his body on top of yours, with his face on your chest, listening to your racing heart.

While you breathe heavily, your index finger traced the shell of his left bright red ear. His skin is slightly glowing with white light, too, as his evol sometimes acts up during or after he has an orgasm.

You'll never not be in awe of him.

"Hey, Xavier. Are you feeling tired?"

"Mhmm..."

He's sleepy now.

"Do you...want a massage?"

He opened one eye to catch your teasing grin "....if it's like the one I gave you...yes, please..."

"By the way, what kind of massage tutorial videos did you watch? They're kinda not that effect- "

"Don't worry about it."

[bewaryofpity]

hello, can you do smut 7 Quinn H? please:)

thank you for requesting ! 🫶🏻

7. “I’m yours. Only yours.”

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You laid there, eyes half-lidded and thorn by lust as Quinn kissed up your neck, hands roaming up your body hesitantly, almost shaking just a bit. Lost in the heat of the moment, you brought his face up in a kiss —messy and wet, lips that barely held any rhythm, warm and fervent. You were both lost in the intensity of it all that when he swiped his tongue against your lips, you jolted, pulling away. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled, voice breathy.

“It’s okay, I’m just… nervous.” 

“We can go slow.” He reassured you, squeezing his hand at your hip. You could feel your heart race in your chest as his hands stopped above your underwear to ask for permission, nodding rapidly. With a fixed gaze, he pulled them down gently, agonizingly slow and you could feel the fabric grazing your almost quivering thighs. After removing his own, he hovered over you again, hands wandering from the top of your thighs to your chest, fingertips slightly brushing at your nipples.

Your hands mirrored his, gliding up and down his biceps before wrapping around his neck to keep him close. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his cock resting on your stomach, hard and sensitive, waiting impatiently to feel your walls around him.

His hands started moving, experimentally squeezing over the plush of your tits, palms grazing over the peaks of your hard nipples. You clamped your eyes shut, letting yourself enjoy his touch.

“God, you’re so…” Quinn tried to find his words, nervously pushing his hair back before it fell back messily onto his forehead. “You’re so beautiful.”

His lips pressed onto yours, capturing you in a kiss, lips hot and molding together with a firm press. His body moved on its own and reached for the box of condoms on his nightstand, gulping as he tore apart the box and picked up the foiled package. 

“Are you ready?” You ignored the way his voice shook, borderline a stutter, and circled your arms around his neck. 

“Yes,” you breathed, begging him with your eyes.

He whimpered when he started sliding the condom down the length of his cock. The sweet sound of it rang through your ears, making your heart lurch. As soon as he rolled it down completely, his head lifted to look at you, cheeks flushed so pink he was sure you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. 

You felt his tip brush against the slicked mess of your cunt and you clenched around nothing already. His hands on your thighs pressed into you with a little more pressure as he slid in slowly, just the tip. He was shaking, his whole body was shaking. And so was yours.

You both gasped at the feeling, the stretch made you bite at your lip, squirming under his touch. He pushed further into you, walls warm and full. He let out a strained moan as his hands moved to dig into your waist even harder, eyes squeezed shut. With a final push he bottomed out, reaching deep in you and instinctively, your pussy clenched around him. 

“Don’t,” he hissed, pinning you down with his weight. “Don’t move, give me a minute or I'll cum.” 

But it wasn’t long before he lined himself up again and gave an experimental thrust. You whined at the intrusion, the burn giving you both pain and pleasure before you started getting used to it. And he did it again, and again, slowly, fitting perfectly inside of you.

“Quinn,” you whined, eyes squeezed shut. You were trying to ground yourself, your hands reaching for his face, cupping it in your palms and resting his forehead against yours. “Quinny.”

“I’m here baby,” he whispered, hot breath on your face. “I’m yours. Only yours.”

He relished in every inch of you, pulling out with all the time in the world, and eyes locked on where your bodies intertwined. The slowness of it, the intimacy of it, made you buck your hips in hopes of more, and with soft moans, his hips sped up. 

You arched your back into him in a silent plea, the knot inside of your stomach swelling with pleasure and on the verge of breaking. Your muffled, whiny moans echoed through the room as you let yourselves sink into pleasure, kissing each other with fervor. 

Neither of you were gonna last any longer and with one last thrust, he came spilling hot cum into the condom with a groan, feeling him twitch inside you as warmth filled your insides. You came right behind him, wrapping your legs around him tight, your cunt squeezing down on him to wring out the last of your orgasms, fluttering and pulsing uncontrollably around him.

With bated breaths, Quinn slumped down on you, wrapping his arms around your waist, unwilling to part ways from your warmth just yet. You laid there in silence, waiting for the high to come down, reveling in the comfort, in the intimacy of your bodies.

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"You comfortable?"

Nico lifts his head from the pillow, squinting groggily. Will giggles.

"You don't have to say anything. Just make a general noise of misery if you're actively suffering, and I'll try to fix it."

Nico understand maybe every other word. His head is swimming, his throat aches something awful, and the infirmary is busy; the bags under Will's eyes evidence of the once-monthly outbreak of Just Whatever. Consequence of close proximity to germy children in a small-ish space. Nico is going to quit his day job.

"None of that was words," says Will gently. He reaches out, slow enough for even Nico's affected reflexes to have time to pull away, and rest the back of his blissfully warm hand on his cheek. "You're rambling, darling. And slurring your words."

"H'te k'ds," Nico rasps. "Germy."

Will snorts. "Indeed they are."

"Evil."

"Aw, it's not their fault. They're plenty miserable about it, too. Anyways, you're warm, more than I'd like. Let's get your fever down."

Will pulls his hand away reaching for something beside the cot. Nico mourns its loss. The spattered burn scars that cover Will's hands are, oddly, an unbelievably calming texture -- as much as Will hates them, binding up his forearms to hide the worst of them, Nico loves nothing more than to run the tips of his fingers against them, to hold them to his lips. The map of his dotted, mottled skin sticks cleanly in his memory, as well as he knows the every bending poplar stalks of the Underworld, or the familiar shadows of his cabin. Will's touch had hardly a pulse of healing magic in it, although there is always some, and still the ache in Nico's throat is less, and the ringing in his ear fades to nothing. He twists until he is on his back, leaning against the headboard, and watches Will flutter, watches him easily fill a medicine cup without looking, guide a tired Austin around a heart monitor with his free hand, watches him sweep the noisy infirmary, checking and cataloguing on reflex.

He is handsome, when he works. Even when he is tired. There is something about the infirmary, for all its baggage, that relaxes his shoulders, that reminds him he is needed, he is capable, he is astounding.

Plus, the lighting does actual wonders for his hair. Just Nico's noticing.

"Drink this, please."

Nico takes the little cup, dipping his tongue in to make sure it's tolerable before downing the whole thing. He pretends to be too sick to notice Will's rolled eyes.

"Good boy."

Will's eyes twinkle. He responds to Nico's glare with an easy, crooked grin, leaning down to press a kiss to his flushed cheek before stepping away.

"Okay, go back to sleep. I gotta check on a list of people before Lou comes to switch out with me, so I'll be a while. I'll wake you up before I go, okay? Maybe you'll be well enough to go back to your cabin. I'll take you off saline as soon as its safe."

Nico hums in vague confirmation, watching him write all that down on Nico's chart. Whatever medicine he just took is already taking effect, and his head is heavy, unbalanced. He blinks and he is on the pillows, blankets up to his chin, eyes fighting to stay open.

"Sweet dreams, my love."

The last thing he registers is a slight, lingering pressure on the apple of his cheeks, and then he succumbs to the warmth of Will's touch.

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I love your Freelance Inventor Au so much! (And, like, all your other work,, lol) I can't help imagining Danny finding out about the Batfam and turning to Bruce like, "You let our kids be vigilantes?!" Meanwhile Bruce is stuck on the fact that Danny called them "Our" kids. Or the reveal the other way, with Bruce finding out about Phantom first? He'd freak out- clearly he doesn't know Danny as well as he thought he did. And he can't believe Danny never told him! Meanwhile, Danny thought he mentioned the Phantom thing ages ago and that Bruce just doesn't care.

Since Jazz put the idea in his head, Danny has been unable to think of anything else. The idea that he might be in love with Bruce Wayne and had been for so many years but didn't notice because he assumed everyone felt that it was for that one friend.

It was there whenever he was drafting new blueprints, when he traveled across the world looking for inspiration and investors, when he settled into bed for a good night's rest, and most of all, when he finished his weekly phone call with Bruce.

"Get some rest," Bruce's warm, smooth voice says over the speakers. "I'll talk to you soon. Goodnight, Danny."

"Goodnight," he responds softly. He has a request to stay on the line on the tip of his tongue, but with the time difference, he knows it's not a good idea. And have a good day, Bruce."

The call ended with a click, but he couldn't help but feel their goodbye needed something.

I love you.

That was it. That's what was missing. But did he dare? Could he? Was he confusing love for something it wasn't? Was Bruce even interested?

Danny places his phone on his chest, staring at the ceiling of the latest hotel he booked, wondering if Bruce is leaving for lunch with the kids. He said they were celebrating Tim's new clothesline and wished he was there to cheer the boy and his team on.

Danny is in Toykyo today, presenting his new hologram keyboards to a big company.

Of course, they were the second company allowed the selling rights. Wayne Tech was the first, and Danny kept the production and creation rights. It was one of Danny's most ingenious inventions, if he did say so himself, but the look on Bruce's face when he revealed it to him was far more exhilarating than creating the keyboard or gaining the fat paycheck.

Fenton's Ghost Touch was a set of two rings with a hologram keyboard inside. When someone needed to type, they would spin the rings and double-tab the inner lining, connecting to devices using the Bluetooth function.

A visible hologram would pop up underneath their fingers, or if they wanted (and were good enough typers), they could move their fingers in the air without it, which would still allow them to type.

Danny had chosen to release the line in black internationally with Toyko, but Wayne Tech would release an exclusive color line. The rings were of the same design, all using slick silver bands but with different colors as the activation inner rings and some elegant carvings, unlike the international releases, which were just one solid color.

Fenton's Ghost Touch would come in seven colors: blue, red, pink, green, purple, white, and yellow.

Danny had purposely designed them using each of the Wayne kids' favorite colors and sent them all a set with their corresponding colors. The morning they arrived, he got a picture of them showing off their new rings, smiling widely at the camera from Bruce.

He saved the photo as his laptop background. His phone background already had a picture of him and the Waynes at Thanksgiving. They had crowed around, holding their wreaths with Bruce and Danny in the center.

Danny had been facing the camera, beaming in pride at the kids' work. Bruce was half-turning, his gaze stuck on Danny's face with a strange, fond, soft smile, the kind he rarely saw Bruce give anyone else.

It made him hope. Oh, how he hoped, but it also scared him. What if this wasn't love? Danny has never been in love before, has never fallen to the urges that others describe, and had been so comfortable convincing his asexuality meant he would never have to be the kind of person staying up long into the night overthinking every interaction with another person.

Yet here he was, seeing Bruce in a whole new light and discovering how different everything was because of it. But at the same time, how nothing had changed. He spoke to Dani about this, but his clone-turned-sister had only shrugged.

"You raised kids with the man." She laughed. Dani wasn't like Danny, and although she was more informed than their parents, she had difficulty wrapping her head around not having those feelings. "I think it's past the point of having a crush on him. I think you should go for it. Make it official."

Danny reaches up, rubbing at his eyes. It was midnight, and he had a meeting with another with the Japanese board again at eight. He really needed to rest and be on top of his wits so that he and his lawyer could ensure the contact was in his best interest.

He clicks open his gallery on his phone instead of swiping through photos of Bruce and feeling his heart leap nearly out of his chest. He misses the man.

Since Jazz's conversation, Danny has been practically avoiding him. This is due to his being hyper-aware of himself and Bruce: the way Bruce laughed, the dip in his voice whenever the British accent he picked up from Alfred popped in, the slight facial expressions he made when confused about emotions, the shift from playful to professional in work settings, and most of all, the attention he always bestowed onto Danny.

How the world just seemed brighter whenever he was with the man.

Bruce was his sun, and Danny was nothing more than a flower seeking him out. It made the Halfa want to hide in a hole but dance around in public all at once, and he didn't know why.

He finds a video, tapping the play button before thinking further of it, and melts when the first sound he hears is Bruce's laughter. It's quickly followed by the loud noise of the Waynes' Children. It was taken at the last Wayne game night—at the time, Danny had been in England with Dani.

Tim recorded Damian standing proudly over a map covered in white trains, arms spread into a T position, and Duke screaming accusations of cheating. After Alfred banned Monopoly in the Manor, the game Ticket to Ride quickly took over as the new worst enemy creator.

Dick was in the background sobbing into his hands as Jason tried to confront him. Steph and Cass were each leaning on Bruce's two shoulders, laughing as hard as their father, and Alfred was out of frame but not out of hearing, so when he stated, "Master Dick, how could have gone in the wrong direction? It's the map of the USA, it hasn't change in years!"

"He has a concussion, Alfrie!" Jason protested hotly. "Leave him alone!"

"YOU CHEATED!" Duke raged as Damian continued his pose with the most serious expression he'd seen on the child. It made his heart swell to see Damian copying him.

Danny struck the same pose whenever he beat his sisters at a game, even at his advanced age. Once an annoying brother, always an annoying brother.

The video ends with Tim flipping the camera. His broad grin covered the whole screen as he shouted, "Love you, Dad! Miss you! Can't wait to see you!"

Danny turns to his side, feeling his heart flutter more as the word plays repeatedly in his head. A few years ago, the Wayne Kids—excluding Damian, who was polite to the point it hurt—switched from Danny to Dad when referring to him.

Bruce hadn't made a big deal about it even though they called him Dad. Would that mean the man was happy his kids saw him as a second father figure? Did it mean the man thought of him as....a husband?

Danny groans, burying his face into the cool sheets of his futon, begging his mind to stop for a few seconds so he can rest. After this deal goes through, Danny is going to face the music.

He would go to Gotham and figure out a way to tell Bruce how he felt. He just hopes he has it figured out by then. Danny has an idea, but explaining the mess in his head into words is going to be much harder than anything he's ever done.

Not to mention Phantom. That was a can of worms he hadn't ever touched in Wayne's presence. What was Bruce's stance on ghosts anyway?

Should he practice what he would say about the topic? Turning onto his back, Danny holds up his phone, clicking the screen so the lock screen image of a grinning Bruce appears.

It was from the surprise vacation Danny rented out the hut next to the ones the kids sent Bruce to. It had been taken at sunset, the soft orange and purples of the sky framing Bruce's grin and dancing on his wind-blown hair. It had been a spur-of-the-moment walk around the beach, but from Danny's perspective down below and Bruce climbing back up to his hunt, it had almost appeared like Bruce was descending from the heavens.

Danny had used every film skill he had ever heard Dani speak about to capture the beautiful sight.

It is the best picture he's ever taken.

"I love you," the words leave his mouth in surprise, even though he had meant to talk about ghosts. But when they are spoken, he ducks into ice water and realizes they are true.

He sits up, using both hands to hold the phone in front of him, hoping that somehow, in some unrealistic dream, the words will carry across the world, and Bruce will hear them. Maybe even feel them, too. "I love you, I think I do. Do you love me too?"

The screen goes dark, and Danny sighs. Ten years. Will he really risk ten years of friendship over these little feelings?

Yeah. He thinks he will.

[geeeemmmmmmm]

"Maybe I do know"

Summary:When a little white cat rushes into your apartment, you didn't know what it could bring you

Warnings:Alpine gets her own warning for being a trickster, fluff

A/N:I'm planning to add a couple more parts to this because I love how in so many Bucky fics Alpine plays a big part in them so I thought I should join the trend. Just pretend beefy Bucky has his memories back and is friends with Steve and Sam. As always sorry for any mistakes and enjoy!

WC:1.3K

It was a typical Sunday for you - you left your front door open, only for a moment as you grabbed your laundry basket. Evidently you forgot to do your laundry last week so it was very safe to say it was a struggle carrying the basket from your room. The moment you were about to reach your door, a white flash appeared in your peripheral vision. Confused by the sight you put the basket down and tried to investigate and soon enough as you went to your couch - you saw a big pair of bright blue eyes peering at you from underneath your couch. "puss, puss come here little kitty" your attempt to coax this little white fur ball out from under your couch was not working but luckily you were met with a mysterious voice coming down the hall "Alpine! Where are you? C'mon girl come here!" After hearing the voice you thought maybe the voice you heard was looking for the cat that sprinted like lightning into your apartment. "Uhm are you by any chance looking for a cat, white fur, blue eyes?" you asked stepping out into the hall to see this mystery person, completely taken aback by the sight of a handsome man wandering in the hall. Definitely something you weren't expecting. "Yeah have you seen her anywhere?" you watched as he nodded observing how his hair framed his face "Oh well she must've ran into my apartment" you told him "I'm so sorry ma'am, I'll go get her right now, may I?" he gestured towards your door as you stood in front of it "Oh of yea yea sure go ahead, she's just set up camp under my couch" you tried to joke as you let the man follow you into your apartment, to your couch. "Yep this is her" he smiled at you before trying to reach under the couch in such a comical way, you had to hold back a laugh as the cat would not relent into his grip. "Here I'll try to help" you said while walking to the back of the couch also trying to get the cat into your grasp - "I'm Y/N by the way" "I'm Bucky, this trickster here is Alpine" he said in a warm tone back to you. You were so grateful that he couldn't see the way you blushed at him talking to you. A jolt of electricity flowed through you as you both fumbled around accidentally touching his hand, you both stayed like that, just for a second. Even if it was a small touch, it felt different? Your pulse slowly went back down to its normal rate as you puffed out an awkward laugh while Bucky stayed silent not knowing if you felt the way he didn't want to pull back from you. "Got ya now little girl" he said in a mischievous tone as he stood up with Alpine sitting in his arms looking quite proud of herself as she kept looking at you. "Thank you for helping me find her, she's always been an escapee but I thought she might stop when we moved but I hope we haven't disturbed you too much" he sheepishly admitted to you "Oh no no, this was nothing don't worry" you replied back in such a sweet tone of voice that it made Bucky's pulse quicken. "Well I better get her back inside before she runs off again" Bucky said as he started to make his way outside into the halls "Cya you two" you smiled sweetly following him out "Maybe I'll see more of two, I can show you around if you're new to the area?" You don't know what came over to you to be so bold but something about Bucky just drew you in. "Yea I'd like that" he said in a shy tone as he gave you a quick flick of his hand trying his hardest not get one more look at you as he walked back down to his apartment.

You huffed a small chuckle watching the pair walk back which reminded you of what you were meant to be doing right now which was your enormous load of laundry. It was a struggle to say the least, having a massive basket down 3 flights of stairs. Of course this would happen and right when the elevator is out of order you thought to yourself as you finally made it to the laundry room which was tucked in near the letterboxes on the ground floor. 30 minutes was how long your machine had left, you figured you might as well go back into your room, hoping you'd see Bucky again as you jogged up the stairs. 

Bucky stirred upon hearing your voice in the distance as you greeted a neighbour of yours. He didn't know what had taken hold of him but he rushed out the door - careful not to let Alpine escape as he kept his foot in the door to push her away as he closed the door. You noticed Bucky emerge from his apartment just before you entered yours "Keeping Alpine inside?" you called out to him watching him let out a small chuckle at your remark "Yep, hopefully she grows out of it" he replied walking over to you, just waiting to your hear your sweet voice in reply "Ya know what they say old habits die hard" you joked while nudged his right shoulder. Friendly touch - something Bucky has had in a long time but he was most thankful you didn't reach for his metal arm, the arm he's ashamed of every time he wakes up, the arm he desperately tried to claw off. "Are you free tomorrow by any chance" he blurted out without thinking "Yea I think I am" you hummed, slightly dumbfounded on how bold he was especially for not even knowing you for 24 hours, but hey who were you to complain especially when it's a very handsome and seemingly kind man doing it. "Great, should I meet you out here at 12PM? I'll make it up to you since me and Alpine disturbed you" he grinned with a boyish expression "Sounds great! You two weren't a disturbance I promise, it was quite entertaining for a Sunday afternoon" you reassured him, noticing how he relaxed into himself just a little bit after hearing you tell him that. It was a comfortable silence after that, quickly interrupted by the sound of clawing coming from the direction of Bucky's apartment "That bloody cat, I wonder why I rescued her everyday" he grumbled looking back at his door "Someones jealous" you teased playfully "Well I better get Alpine but I'll see you tomorrow" "See you tomorrow Bucky" you still spoke in that sweet tone which made his heart melt. His door quickly closed as he ran in so that was your cue to enter your apartment. You felt so giddy about the fact that you had plans with someone after what felt like years of being single again. You ran to fetch your phone from your room with the only purpose to inform your best friend.

Guess who's got a date tomorrow!!

No fucking way omgg tell me everything

I promise tomorrow I will!! too giddy to talk, I have to prepare my outfit!!!

You smiled at your conversation with your bestie as you chucked your phone back on your bed and started to try find some clothes only to find nothing cute to wear

Damn it I have to get my laundry, you suddenly remembered so you sprinted out your door and down to the laundry room, already planning your outfit. 

You sighed as you grabbed everything out of the machine, hoping that Bucky was anticipating tomorrow just as much as you were. He was. Bucky was in a panic rushing around his apartment not knowing what to do with himself, he debated texting Sam and Steve but he didn't want them to annoy him and ruin his mood with their antics  so instead he tried to organise what little furniture he had in his 1 bedroom with no bed, small kitchen and living room apartment while Alpine purred sitting on his bench in the kitchen "Maybe I do know why I rescued you" Bucky whispered as he gave Alpine a scratch on the chin.

A/N:Ugh I love it when fics have Alpine in them so I hope you guys relate! I do want to turn this into some more parts so feel free to tell me if you'd read more of this or not:)

[divrce]

SPARKLE SPARKLE SUNSHINE FAQ!

q: what is sparkle sparkle sunshine?

a: she's a magical girl oc that i came up with and made a post about. she's very new as of writing this, and doesn't have a lot of backstory planned out. you can find more about her by going through the '#sparkle sparkle sunshine' tag on my blog.

q: isn't this just [blank]?/you should watch [blank]!/was this inspired by [blank]?

a: from what i've seen in the notes, yes, there's a LOT of anime and webcomics and aus and manga and video games and everything else that follows this formula. im never going to check any of them out, and this wasn't inspired by any of them. the only magical girl things i've ever watched was two episodes of sailor moon and half a season of miraculous ladybug. i'm not claiming to be the most creative person on earth, i'm just coming up with characters.

q: can i draw sparkle sparkle sunshine?

a: yes, you may! i have two pieces of art of her out right now, one of which is linked in the first link, the other one is here. with any luck, i'll get around to making references for her and the other three members of the team soon.

q: what's her city like?

a: her city is based on a mix of washington dc and baltimore. i'll hopefully get some concept art/an idea board out soon. it's called new haiser and it's in maryland.

q: when's the show/comic/whatever coming out?

a: it's not going to. i have lots of other ocs that i like more that are more likely to get media, which, even then, is unlikely because i don't have a lot of time or energy for creating things. she was meant to be a ten note post, not a franchise.

q: how many of the other sparkle sparkle team members are trans?

a: none of them. moonlight is a demigirl and loveheart is butch, but they all identify as cis.

q: so, what are the ships?

originally, i was going to do poly-sparkles, but you guys pissed me off with the shipping questions, so until further notice, they're all single. also moonlight is aegoromantic, starshine is lithrosexual, and loveheart is aroace.

[httpisuneh]

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘—a brief rundown of you and paige's history

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒—singer!reader, angst (i guess), sexual innuendos, miscommunication, use of y/n (trust i'll get better at writing the summaries)

𝐏.𝐒. this is my original work, just copy and pasted off of my wattpad so if you see the name naiva anywhere that's why 💃🏾

𝐘/𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 were the perfect couple. they met in y/n's first year at UConn which happened to be paige's second. they quickly found a friend in each other and it moved from there.

sometimes they bonded over music since naiva was friends with some of paige's favorite artists and because the blonde actually knew how to sing. a little.

other times they talked about basketball because it was a sport that ran in both of their families and y/n's younger cousin so badly wanted to go to uconn.

soon, their relationship developed from friends to girlfriends which was something a lot of people saw coming. they hung out so much it was a surprise that neither of their fan bases knew they were associated with each other.

the only thing connecting them in the public eye was y/n's cousin who ended up going to uconn like y/n said she wanted.

despite having two busy schedules, they worked out perfectly. until they didn't.

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 summer around the corner, y/n found herself off campus a lot more. los angeles, houston, chicago- you name it. she wanted nothing more than a nice nap and cookies 'n cream ice cream. instead she was running around like a headless chicken.

"is there no a.c. in here?" valentina wilson, daughter of a retired nba player and one of y/n's best friends, questioned, fanning herself with a paper plate. her and y/n had just met in january and they were surprised they hadn't met earlier considering their girlfriends were best friends.

from the moment they did, they basically combined their trios into a friend group. "no deadass. i'm dying." she muttered. "it's just nerves, let's get you two seated." danny reassured, ushering the two girls away from the treat filled table and towards their seats where three other people sat.

"i'm seated in the back so i'll see you two in a little while." the ginger man didn't wait for their response before jogging towards his seat. "we should've stayed in connecticut." y/n muttered as a woman walked onto the stage.

"hey, congrats on the nominations." a girl spoke to her and valentina across from y/n. flashing a nervous smile, she said thank you as did val before going silent once the women began to speak.

"good evening everyone. thank you for joining us for our 24th annual women in arts award show. i'm your host candace stevens-." the woman continued speaking but y/n slightly drowned it out as her phone vibrated, indicating she had received a text.

a smile replaced the confused expression as she saw a text from her girlfriend. "i know you're not looking at those award predictions again." valentina spoke lowly once she saw the glare of light coming from the girl's phone.

"i'm not." she stated, turning the phone slightly so her friend could see that she was in fact texting paige. "in that case, i'd rather you be looking at award predictions. you can text her later, tell her you're busy right now!"

"okay, just let me respond to this last text." her fingers glided across the screen before she turned her phone off, placing it back in her lap.

but paige would be just as busy. she found herself at the WNBA draft about a month later alongside aubrey, azzi, and valentina. they were currently talking to someone who was actually thirty five despite looking far from it.

"no, paige up here tryna lie about her age!" aubrey laughed as she'd told the woman she was twenty six. "you heard her. we're just youngins." valentina shrugged. "you're the youngest out of all of us!" paige called out making the dancer wave her off.

"i'm gonna go find serenity." she spoke, mostly to azzi who nodded. "why? so you won't be the youngest one over here?" the blonde questioned. "alright peppa, calm it down." the three basketball players laughed as valentina walked away.

as they began to talk amongst themselves and to people around them, paige's phone dinged with a notification. she'd promised herself that she'd keep her phone up unless she was taking a photo or video or if it was absolutely necessary, so she spared her screen a quick glance to see who it was.

y/n's contact sat above the new message notification and the blonde found herself stuck on answering the message and letting it sit until they left the draft. silently, she turned her phone off before stuffing it into her purse. "are you not gonna text her back?" azzi questioned, making paige jump slightly.

"jesus, you scared me.

the curly haired girl didn't respond, only squinting as she waited for her friend's answer. "i was gonna text her when we leave from here." paige informed. "we're going to the after-party once we leave here." azzi reminded the girl who just nodded.

"well, she knows i'm busy. she'll understand." she stated. "it takes two seconds to let her know you're alive, p!" paige simply waved her friend off.

that's how most of their summer went. short moments whenever they were in the same city that lasted three hours max and hours- sometimes days- without contact. at times it felt weird to not be able to speak to one another, but they were two busy people with two completely different careers.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 was fine until the end of august. they were both still fairly busy but paige had took a free day to surprise y/n who had no clue. her day was spent with valentina at a dance studio which lasted hours.

after they'd finished their time there, y/n found herself helping val pack to go spend a couple days with azzi which took another hour of her time. earlier that day, paige had told y/n to call her when she got back to her hotel room and the girl told her it would be a little after six when she did.

it was well after eight when y/n stepped into the hotel room and to say she was excited to see her girlfriend would understatement of the year.

dropping her bags, she ran to the girl who now stood feet away. "paige!" she screamed happily, jumping onto the taller girl who was upset but nonetheless caught her. "hey babe." she answered monotonously, but y/n was so excited she barely noticed it.

"when'd you get he- are you okay?"

"honestly? no." paige spoke truthfully. "oh. what's wrong?" she asked as paige set her down before taking a step back. "you're what's wrong." she stated, but quickly regretted it when she saw the way y/n's face scrunched up.

"not like that. it's just- you were supposed to be here two hours ago and you haven't been answering my texts or calls." paige listed. "i'm sorry, but i didn't know you were coming and i was busy. i ended up having to stay an extra hour with val at the studio and then i helped her pack because she's going to visit azzi."

"you couldn't at least respond and let me know?" she retorted. "i didn't see you calling and it slipped my mind to let you know." y/n reasoned getting nothing but a scoff out of paige who moved towards the couch to grab her phone.

"paige, it's not that big of a deal. plus it's not like you haven't done the same thing before." she shrugged making her girlfriend laugh dryly. "really?"

"yes! there have been times where we didn't speak for days and now the one time i'm the cause of it, it's a problem?" she questioned. "well it's not like you made an effort to ever reach out!" paige exclaimed.

"because the one time i did, you still didn't respond!" y/n argued. "that was one time-" "what would be the point of trying again if nothing is gonna change paige?" she questioned.

neither of them could tell you how after a few more minutes of arguing and a few shed tears, they ended up tangled together in the soft sheets of the large hotel bed. paige's fingers ran through y/n's hair as they clinged to each other, refusing to let go because they knew what would come next.

"if that's how you feel then why are we even together?" paige shouted. "you know what? i don't fucking know." y/n responded, stepping closer to the girl who easily towered her even though she was average height. "right. i'm done y/n!"

"fan-fucking-tastic because i can't do this shit anymore!" the both of them spoke before the words could process in their brain. "this shit? you mean a fucking relationship?"

"no, i mean the constant neglect and distance whenever something doesn't go your way paige!" y/n corrected. "you do the same shit to me! anytime something goes slightly bad, you push me away."

words they spoke just two hours ago that they couldn't take back. y/n's wet tears hitting paige's chest was enough to snap her back to reality. "y/n/n. we gotta talk." she spoke up, her voice raspy which could've been from the silent crying she'd been doing minutes ago or the loud screaming from their previous activities.

the smaller girl glanced up at the other, "yeah." she said silently before moving off of the tall girl. as they sat up and turned towards each other, they knew what was next.

"i really don't wanna do this," paige started, looking down at her hands that were shaking ever so slightly you'd think she was shivering. "but, i think we should break up." in that moment, the blonde wished she could cut her own tongue off or turn back time.

everything in the moment felt unreal, but she knew it was once y/n nodded. "yeah. that seems best for the both of us right now." she spoke, although her mind was telling her to speak up on her actual thoughts. silently, paige nodded. "i should probably get going."

this time, y/n nodded even though she wanted nothing more than for her to stay. "i'll walk you out." she insisted. and with that, they silently got dressed before exiting the room.

the two of them reached the door quicker than anticipated, feeling overly awkward, fighting the urge to say text me when you get home and i'll call you tonight. "so, um-" "i love you." y/n blurted out quickly once the blonde went to speak.

paige sat quietly as she looked at her making y/n turn away from her, suddenly finding the coffee mug on the counter extremely interesting. "i love you too." she said breathlessly. those four words was all it took for naiva to start crying once again.

"'m sorry." paige muttered, feeling her own eyes start to water as she pulled the girl into a hug. nothing else mattered in that moment to them as they squeezed each other as if they'd slip away.

as if they had read each other's minds, a soft kiss was initiated by the both of them, lasting a few seconds too long to feel like closure. "i have to go, i'm sorry." paige stepped back from the teary eyed girl who felt like a heavy weight was on her shoulders, stopping her from reaching out to the girl.

instead she just nodded once again, watching as paige grabbed her phone and bag off the counter hurriedly and left, shutting the door gently behind her.

just two hours away was azzi and valentina who were having the time of their life despite it being the middle of the night. at the moment they were waiting for y/n to answer the phone so they could show her what they had just discovered- which was the fact that val was strong enough to put the basketball player on her shoulders.

"please, don't drop me." azzi called out for what felt like the hundredth time. "i'm not! have faith in me." y/n accepted the call after a few seconds, but valentina was too far back to notice her tear stained face. "look!" she smiled widely as azzi waved.

thankfully azzi was wearing her glasses for once so she could see their friend. "are you crying?" she questioned making valentina squint to see her friend was in fact in tears.

"oh my gosh, one second!" she called out, squatting down so her girlfriend could get off her shoulders before the two of them rushed over to the phone. "what's wrong, babe?" valentina questioned receiving a quick side eye from her girlfriend.

"babe?" azzi repeated. "i call everybody that!" she exclaimed looking over at the taller girl. "well find something else to call everybody!" valentina just shook her head, "the couch is sounding real comfortable. what's wrong y/n/n?" she asked again, looking over at azzi who smiled once she heard the girl call her by her actual nickname instead.

"we broke up." y/n spoke up, her voice faltering as she tried to speak as calm as possible. "who? you and paige?" the girl nodded as azzi's phone began to ring. "it's her." she spoke lowly although y/n could still hear her.

"why'd you guys break up? i thought things were going good!" valentina questioned as she moved a few feet away from azzi who was now in the same predicament as her.

"hey p." she answered, trying to sound normal. "we broke up azzi." the blonde spoke quickly, sniffling. "wait, what? why?" the girl responded if she didn't know. "we got in an argument- i regret it so bad, i don't know what to do."

valentina looked over at azzi who was already glancing at her. what was once a long night, turned into a long week, and they now were going on a month. their friends thought if only they weren't so damn stubborn. but they thought they should've just held each other while they still could.

[muqingslover]

[ Back on my doomed childhood boys agenda yippieeee!! This one is a more long kinda fic style of my take on their relationship! For the people who are new: I'm basically just exploring their vulnerability and dynamic with each other bc I think it's neat!

I'll be splitting this one into two parts that I plan on posting as soon as im done proofreading \⁠(⁠๑⁠╹⁠◡⁠╹⁠๑⁠)⁠ﾉ FYI: First part is more centered around Caleb and the next one around Zayne!

Also! Please give me tag name ideas specifically for these posts!! ]

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Zayne and Caleb have a complicated relationship. It wasn't hard to realize if anyone was to spend more than ten minutes in the same room as them.

You were their everything; Their first love, their most precious person and the one they'd both do anything for. They wanted nothing more than to make sure you were happy and safe regardless of where you were.

That fact soon extended into looking out for each other so you never needed to worry about either of them. Or well, that's how it started as anyway.

Caleb sometimes got into fights without your knowledge to protect you from the neighborhood troublemakers that wanted to bully you. It wasn't a big deal, really. But, during that time, he wasn't the biggest or the strongest and naturally he came out looking a bit rough.

"Again?" Zayne sighed when he found the other sitting near your house like a watch dog, looking all bruised up and disheveled. He expected this 'phase' of his to naturally pass as they grew older, but it didn't quite fully go away. Well, nothing that involved you ever simply disappeared with Caleb.

"Piss off." He huffed roughly as he wiped the blood from his split lip and crossed his arms over his chest like he was a pouty child instead of an edgy teen. Zayne was always amazed by the stark contrast of how he acted when you weren't around— The boarding on childish sulking, unmeasured words, constant grumpy or simply uninterested look on his face and his boyish, petty behavior. Part of him couldn't begin to imagine how exhausting it must be to always be putting on an act in front of someone he loves, to repress everything about who he is for the sake of being flawless.

"Let me take a look." He sat next to him as he reached into his bag for some of the emergency supplies he carried with him exactly for situations such as these. In the beginning there was a lot of "acting tough" from Caleb but by bringing up the fact you would be very upset if you were to find out the real reason as to why he was all beaten up he quickly piped down. This was basically routine now— The way Zayne would receive nasty glares because the alcohol stung, the grumbles about how this was nothing "compared to the other guys" and how the other refused to meet his eyes while he patched up the small wounds that littered his skin.

Caleb found...uncomfortable how he was always so earnest. Zayne always had that same "dumb, dead fish" look on his face and yet he was so....Genuine. More than he will ever get to be. His sharp, green eyes seemed to peel away each layer that he so carefully kept wrapped around himself to stay hidden from the world, hidden from you, laying him bare effortlessly and he didn't like that. No, he hated it.

After all, to Caleb, love is about being everything you want and more. It's about twisting himself into knots for your comfort. It's about living and dying for you without hesitation because nothing else, not even himself, matters if you're by his side. He will be who you need him to be and if that means throwing away who he truly is then he will do it gladly.

Still, sometimes, only sometimes, his mind would beg for a break. Only a small moment of respite where he didn't have to overthink about each of the expressions he made or triple check his actions.

Zayne never needed to find out that when he was by his side it was as if he could really breathe. It was just...easy. He didn't expect anything from him nor did Caleb want to impress the other in any way. Sure, he wanted to prove he was better than that "four eyes" was for you, but he never felt the desperate need to keep that facade he kept with you when it was just them. Nothing between them felt rehearsed or forced, not even when they lent each other a hand. How can someone Caleb dislikes so much bring him such peace remains to this day a mystery to him.

[pushspacetocontinue]

"Heh, you, you, you're, you're really too kind," Russell joked, "But, but I'll try and, and see if that way; as, as ad-adjustments I, I mean."

That did seem like a nice way to look at it as well. Russell would have to try that more often.

"I'm a, I'm short and, and scrawny," Russell said. Sure his body was toned from running and parkouring, but he definitely wasn't winning any body builder contests anytime soon, "I, I think I'd, I'd like I'm 'trying too, too hard'."

It was why he wore t-shirts rather than vests, and even then, he still felt a bit self conscious in them. Even though he knew people were looking more at his tattoos, he still a bit shy showing so much skin.

"I, I guess I'm still get-getting used to, to wearing short-shorter sleeves and, and things like that too," Russell admitted then, "So it, it might be, be the worry ab-about that talking."

Could it be progress to be able to realise and acknowledge that?

"You're, you're making it more than, than just that," Russell said, "But, but if you step up any-any more, you're, you're gonna tow-tower over me."

He smiled a little then.

"Heh, I, I guess she, she doesn't. She, she was, she was real happy to, to have you, have you around too. She, she loves you," Russell said, "And I'm sure you had, had some great conver-conversations. Yeah, she, she is, she is spec-special, and, and she doesn't even, even know how much."

Of course, Russell only said that because as far as she aware, cats just didn't think about things like that.

"But, but we, we both know."

"Improvements? No. Perhaps, a few adjustments. You're already perfect the way you are." Now, that was just cheesy.

But speaking of feedback, Lucien was looking to get some as well. The issue wasn't that his aesthetic taste was being questioned, he genuinely didn't understand why Russell believed he wouldn't look good in a vest.

"How so? It's the exact type of clothing that would valorize your build."

Could it be a matter of convenience instead?

"I'm really that good, uh? I hope I'm at least making the experience as memorable." He could easily toss in another few cheesy lines if he put his mind to it. "Perhaps I should step up my game in this as well."

It was a time of great plans for Lucien, though he wasn't about to go into detail yet. Seeing his gesture returned caused a warm feeling in his chest. There was something truly special about being able to communicate without having to say a word.

"Misty doesn't need words to show her approval." he replied, smiling, "Though I'll have you know I enjoyed chatting with her when you weren't home. She's a really special cat."

[mmmilkweed]

how do you think the ancients and the beast would react to know that pv and smc had children

I WAS GOING TO MAKE A COMIC BUT ARG HAVE THE TEXT VERSION

For the Ancients... PV was *supposed* to tell them about Smilks pregnancy. He was GOING to tell them. But turns out Smilk gets a LOT worse, attitude wise, and basically.. All his time was spent on Smilk ( for the first 3 months it was just Smilk absolutely abusing his Pregnancy Status. Think: "I can't believe you won't let me do this, I'm carrying your child! " basically having PV wrapped around his pinkie. After that? The pregnancy actually hit him like a bus. Funs over, now he needed PV for real)

For the last 2 months of Smilks pregnancy, he basically didn't speak to any other ancient. All communication stopped. But that's not too far from the ordinary when it comes to PV, so no one questioned it.

Until he strode into a meeting with a babe swaddled to his chest.

First, the ancients were confused. Is he babysitting? Such a young cookie? Maybe. But then again her icing seemed oddly familiar to Vanilla's (minus the slight blue undertones.) So, of course, they asked who's she was. "Why, mine of course! This is Lemon Meringue Cookie." he'd say with a bright smile.

Then they'd be offended. No one is surprised PV got.. Busy.. With someone so soon, but not even introduce them to the mother? That was uncharacteristic. They didn't even know he was courting anyone! And so they voice their concerns. And then PV's face scrunches as he thinks. "Oh. I seemed to have forgot to send the letters. My apologies. Shadow Milk Cookie became a whole lot more.. Demanding, once he got pregnant."

Oh the silence that followed. All eyes on Pure Vanilla. They just stared at each other, PV shuffling in place, uncomfortable. At once, the table erupted. Hollyberry was the first to speak: "She's adorable!" Golden Cheese's face seemed both disgusted and impressed: "You bed the Beast of Deceit?!". Dark Cacao threw a hand in the air. "What were you thinking, Pure Vanilla Cookie?!"

Hollyberry was also the first to stand up and coo over the little Lemon nested against her father. She was already singing the little Cookie's praises. PV warned against touching her - not that he didn't trust his friends, it was just that Smilk took issue with it. Says she'd smell weird if they touched her. PV couldn't tell if it was a joke or not.

Golden Cheese joined her, but instead of praise she scrutinized the little bug. "She's going to have your nose, poor thing." though her tone was fond.

Dark Cacao remained seated, brows furrowed. He wasn't sure of this.. Decision PV made without consulting any of them. He was skeptical, worried PV was getting manipulated. Worried PV will fail to take action when time comes, simply because Smilk gave him a child. So he voiced his concerns. And PV listened, and nodded and agreed with his friend. He already knew - of course he did, spending so much time with Smilk - and he was prepared for the worst. From one father to another, they shared wordless acknowledgedment. "..She is rather adorable." DC said, also joining the circle around the babe.

I'll do the beasts some other time idk, it would be a lot less interesting though. Mostly just "Nah nah guys this is all a part of my plan dw. This has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that PV knows How To Get It On and its hard not to say yes to his breeding kink guys I swear. Anyway this is my second pregnancy and yes it's still part of my plan guys I swear"

[wanderingcritter]

Jumping on the species transition plans trend lol, here are some ways I plan to physically and socially transition !

Physical:

• Fang Implants

- I will get these if it kills me.

• Digitigrade Leg Prosthetics

- Stupid expensive but omfg these would bring me sm euphoria, even if I could only wear them every now and then. Paws crossed they'll become cheaper and more accessible in the near future.

• Realistic Tail with Silicone Core

- Also generally pricey but significantly more accessible. I love wearing taxidermy tails but am always frustrated by how disproportionate they are to the size of my body and how they just limply hang there, having smth that looks more natural and moves with my body would be huge.

• Tattoos

- Unsure of what exactly I'd want, maybe paw/hopf prints on the backs of my hands?

• Colored Contacts

- Would need to find some that are comfortable, durable, and don't impact my vision too much (im blind enough as is), but Im very ready to go "It's the fluorescents 😒" mode.

• Reflective Contacts

- I have absolutely no idea if these are real things or not but I would actually kill a man to have contacts that reflect back when someone shines a light on them in the dark.

• Piercings

- Idk lots of piercings just give me werewolf vibes ig lol, currently planning to get a second industrial, 1-2 eyebrow piercings, and snakebites.

• Muscles

- Having more visible muscles/being strong is very animalistic to me, after all most animals in the wild have to be physically fit to survive.

• Realistic Ear Headband

- Goes along the tail, would love to wear these frequently and casually out in public. Kemonomimi gaining popularity has opened up so many possibilities to me it's epic.

• Top Surgery

- Species identity and gender identity are deeply linked for me, most things that are gender affirming are also species affirming and vice versa. Having a flat chest would feel hella animal-like.

Social:

• Come Out to Friends and Family

- This is definitely the biggest one. Unfortunately greater society isn't really ready for species transition, but some individuals definitely are. Basically just let those I trust know who I am, and that it would be wonderful if they could refer to me as nonhuman when they can :]

• Unmask Animalistic Behaviors in Public

- Be less afraid to be a little more nonhuman around others like it's the most normal thing in the world. Using my hand to bat at my ear when it itches, yip and whimper to accentuate words, practice quadrobics, etc.

• Advocacy

- Talk to people irl about nonhuman identities, be visible at events, create informative resources, even if it's scary. Most people have no idea that we exist, showing them that we're out there and here to stay paves the way for successful transition on a larger scale.

Hopefully more options will become possible soon, those of us looking to pursue species transition are kinda limited by the technology of our time, which sucks balls. Especially for someone like me who doesn't like body/facial hair or extreme body mods, I dont have too many realistic options for the time being. Oh well, just means I'll have to get creative i guess.

[bizarrelovetriangel]

the princess and her knight.

he devoted his life to you. he'll sacrifice his heart and soul for you, even if fate doesn't allow it. but maybe there's something stronger than fate that will grant your deepest desires.

princess!mc/reader x knight!caleb au. fluff with angst but mostly fluff. mutual pining. yearner and jealous caleb. briefly features other characters.

inspired by this lovely art by zvdohu

You glared at Caleb from across the room. How dare he laugh at you while you suffer?

Your grandmother, the current queen of the kingdom, is once again reminding you of Linkon's history by forcing you to read the thick, dusty books in the library.

In a week, you will be hosting a ball to celebrate the day Linkon was born, and as part of tradition, you are to give a speech to honor your ancestors.

Usually, the Queen is the one that does the special presentation in front of the guests; however, this year, your grandmother wants to draw more attention to you.

She's planning to step down as the Queen soon and passing the title to you. She wants people to recognize you as the kingdom's new authority figure. She wants to be certain that you won't make any foolish mistakes during your speech.

That's why Caleb is laughing at you right now.

He's leaning against the door that he's guarding, completely entertained by the faces you're making as you try not to fall asleep in the middle of Josephine's lecture.

Suddenly, the door was opened and Caleb was thrown off balance, causing him to wobble for a second.

"Queen Josephine, Princess," your grandmother's main guard, Jenna, greets you both. "It's time for dinner."

"Yes!"

You jumped from your chair and fled from the library before anyone could stop you. You grabbed Caleb's left arm and pulled him with you as you disappeared through the hallways of the castle.

"Come on, Caleb!"

"Whoa! Slow down, pip-squeak! Food's not going to run away. They were cooked very well, you know? That boar was fast, but I was faster."

You laughed at how proud he looks. "I'll join on the next hunt. I bet I'm even faster than you. I will catch bigger meals, too!"

"Oh? I'll take that as a challenge."

Your pace slows down as you reached the courtyard. As other knights and retainers crossed paths with you, they respectfully bowed at you and Caleb.

The Princess and the Knight Commander.

"If you catch a bigger prey than me, I'll do anything you want for a whole day - "

"Just one day? Also, you have to do whatever I want anyway. Because I'm the princess." you grinned. "But fine. I'll be sure to make it a long, memorable day for you, Sir Caleb."

"Hey now, don't get carried away, pip-squeak. I said, if you catch a bigger prey than me. But if I win, then you have to do something that I want."

"Sure, sure. whatever."

It didn't matter because you're going to win.

"Good evening, Princess, Sir Caleb." You two were greeted by a retainer as you entered the great hall, where you always eat.

"Good evening."

You sat down at your usual spot and Caleb, as always, took the seat across from you.

"Wait, this...." your knight sniffed one of the food in front of him and grimaced. "There's cilantro in this! Why - I told them not to put cilantro on my portions..." His eyes slowly met your judging gaze. "Pip-squeak, this must be yours - "

"No. Eat your vegetables."

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As much as you enjoyed your savory dinner, your stomach yearned for more food when midnight struck. You stayed up late memorizing your speech for the ball, and now, you're in desperate need of a snack.

You put on a cardigan over your nightgown, then you quietly left your room. Caleb should already be in his room around this time, so you didn't need to worry about slipping past him.

You made your way to the castle's big kitchen and cheered at its vacancy.

Now, what can you eat?

You can't go wrong with classic sandwhich.

A potato soup would suffice, too.

Dumplings would be amazing.

"How about an apple pie?"

You picked up the closest item to your hand, which happened to be a frying pan, and used it as a weapon to defend yourself from the person that sneaked up right behind you.

Caleb was unfazed as his prosthetic right arm clung against your weapon right when it was about to hit his face.

"What a funny looking sword you have here, princess." he smirked at you. "Did you lose the one I gave you for your birthday two years ago?"

You huffed, though you felt relieved that it's only Caleb and not your grandmother. He's not wearing his night attire yet nor is he in his all-black knight uniform. Instead, he's in his training gear.

It's not unusual for him to train late at night, though it is rare to see him in the kitchen at this time. Either someone snitched on you, or he caught you himself on his way back to his room.

"Impressive reaction time though. You remembered my lessons. Well done." He put the frying pan back to its initial place.

"I'm just hungry and want a snack." you sigh, rubbing your growling stomach.

Caleb shook his head. "Grandma will scold you if she finds out..." He then ruffled your hair. "Well, she won't hear it from me. What do you have in mind, pip-squeak?"

You beamed at him. "You'll make me food?!"

"Mhmm. And for myself, too, since I just finished training and am in need of protein."

"Yay! I want to help! Let's use the leftover shrimps and make spicy wontons!"

The Queen's loyal guard caught you two as you were chatting and laughing loudly in the kitchen, but she decided not to say anything.

Afer all, this is something that's been happening for as long as she started working for the royal family. Ever since you were little, you and Caleb would often sneak in the kitchen to make yourselves a late night snack.

Caleb is good at leaving no evidence of his crimes, and both of you look way too happy every time you're munching, so Jenna never wants to be the one to put an end on your fun.

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You and Caleb separated from the other knights and hunters so you can start your competition: whoever catches the bigger prey wins.

Even though it's noon, all the trees in the forest provided plenty of shade to block a lot of sunlight, so most of your path is darkened.

"You have to be careful, pip-squeak. Gideon told me there's been more victims of that red dragon living at the edge of the kingdom."

"Nice try, but I'm not scared of dragons." You crossed your arms and walked ahead of Caleb, adjusting the gloves you wore on your hands.

You're wearing your hunting uniform and your sword is sheated by your hip, ready to be drawn at any sign of danger.

"Anyway, we should split up so we can look for our preys. I'll go this way."

Caleb hesitated but agreed. "If anything happens, just call for me. Be careful and pay attention to your surroundings."

"I know." You gave him a wave before walking farther into another direction.

Caleb kept his eyes on you for as long as you were visible to him.

He knows that you are capable of protecting yourself. Not only were you trained by himself, Jenna also made you one of her students. You absolutely have the skills to be a high-ranking knight, too.

It's just that he's so used to being your protector for pretty much your whole lives. Before you knew how to fend for yourself, it was his job to make sure nobody hurts you, ever again.

When you were children, before being adopted by Josephine, both of you were properties of the kingdom, used as lab rats for military and warzone weapons.

He knows you have no memory of it because that's one of the outcome of their cruel, inhumane experiments, but Caleb will never forget it. He always tried to protect you even when he couldn't, even when he knew they were going to punisn him twice as much.

Once Josephine reigned over the kingdom after its vile, previous ruler's death, the two of you were freed. Caleb promised to stay by your side to keep protecting you. He'll never let anything happen to you for as long as he lives.

That's why it's hard for him to let you out of his sight. He trusts you, but he holds no trust for the rest of the world.

"Hehe, you're not gonna believe what I got."

After an hour, you reunited at the same spot where you split up from. Caleb is already there, waiting for you while casually sitting against a thick tree trunk and eating an apple.

Caleb raised a brow at your dirty face and clothes. "What could've possibly given you such a trouble?"

"Ta-da!"

"...."

"...."

".....pfft!"

"Caleb!" Your right fist landed on his shoulder. "Don't laugh!"

"It's...." he took a few more seconds to let out all his giggles while your face heats up with embarrassment. "It's a hare! Truly a hard thing to catch. I'm so proud of you, princess~"

You playfully smacked his shoulder again. "Shut up! This was all I could find! What about you, then?! Where's your catch? I don't see anything!"

Caleb crossed his legs so he could sit even more comfortably. "I also had a little trouble finding anything. All I could get was that little thing that almost ran into me."

You faced the direction that he pointed to and your mouth drops at the sight of a dead stag.

"What?! How?!"

Caleb laughs at your reaction. "Unfortunately for you, pip-squeak, I just know this forest better than you do. I know where all the big guys like to hang out at this time of the day."

"Damn."

"Don't look so down." Caleb poked your nose. "You'll have another delicious meal tonight, thanks to me. And we can eat your catch for our midnight snack, too."

"Ugh, now I'm mad." Mad at yourself for bringing up such a silly challenge that you stood no chance of winning. "I didn't even get to use my sword that much after I spent a long time polishing it! Caleb, let's spar!"

He was quick to bring out his sword before giving you a dramatic bow. "As you wish, my princess."

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Over the next few days, you spent most of your time and energy preparing for the upcoming ball.

You helped your grandmother decide what food will be made, you thought of the decorations and the set up of tables, and you also had to be the one that decided who will receive invitations for the event.

"Who's Rafayel again?" Caleb asks, looking over your shoulder to read the name on the envelope you're holding.

You pointed at a painting hanging on a wall of the study room.

"Another prince, but also an artist. He's the one who painted that, and several other paintings in the castle. Grandma's a big fan of him. And me, too."

"And you're inviting him?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because.... grandma wants to?"

"But do you want to?"

"I... guess so? It'd be nice to meet him and tell him that I'm a fan of his work."

"...you could just write him a letter." he murmured, resting his chin on your shoulder as he continued to examine the envelope. "Lemuria? Isn't that the kingdom underwater?!"

"Yep."

"Are you sure you want him to come all the way here? Isn't it too far for him?

You grunted. "It's up to him if he wants to come or not. Anyway, that's the last invitation. Now, I need to go see Doctor Zayne."

As you were ascending from your chair, Caleb freezes. "You're going to see Zayne? What for?"

"For my regular check up."

"Oh, right...."

Caleb frowns for a moment, eyes darting to your chest, right where your heart is. It's a very special heart. He wants to protect it, too, but only a healer has the ability to do that.

"I'm coming with you! I haven't seen him in a while. I should get a check up, too, for my arm."

Now, it's your turn to falter, but Caleb took no notice as he's grabbing all the invitations you had in your hands.

Caleb lost his right arm just a couple of years ago. An unknown knight had attacked the two of you on your way back from visiting another princess.

Even today, you're unsure of their purpose. One thing that's certain is that you were not the only target: they clearly tried to capture you and Caleb.

Caleb sacrificed his right arm, but he managed to defeat the unknown knight. You don't know what happened to them afterwards, but you assumed they'd been executed for the attempted abduction.

Although Caleb was able to get a prosthetic arm, you're still saddened by the incident. He'd mentioned to you once that he can't feel anything in his right arm, unless it's extreme pain. You wish there was something you could do for him.

"I'll bring some left over cake." Caleb grins. "I hope Zayne likes carrot cake."

"Caleb, no!"

/////////////

This time, you didn't sneak in the kitchen. Instead, you sneaked out of the castle. And this time, you have a partner in crime.

"Sshhh, they're coming."

You and Caleb are squished together inside a small, but thankfully clean supplies closet on the hallway closest to the castle's backdoor exit.

You already feel hot from the brown cloak that you're wearing to hide your identity, but Caleb's body being pressed against yours made you feel as if you're inside a volcano.

One of his hand is on your waist, keeping you steady since the floor is littered with small random objects you can easily slip from. His left hand is covering your mouth so you don't make any noise.

Your heart is racing so fast, you worried for a moment that you might have to go back to see Zayne for another check up.

It's pitch black and you can't see anything, but you know Caleb's face is extremely close to yours because you can feel his breath grazing your lips.

You can hear the quiet clinking that his charm is making as it dangles on the clasp of his cloak.

The silver tag that says, 'When U come back', attached to an apple with a red jewel. You gave the charm to him when he had officially become a knight, and Caleb decided to put it on his cloak so that he's always wearing it.

When he's not wearing the cloak, he'll put it on a silver chain and turn it to a necklace. No matter where he goes, no matter the time of day, he's always wearing it.

And now, the charm is tickling your cheek as Caleb shifted slightly to stop his legs from numbing.

The insides of your stomach is dancing nervously. You feel like you're going to throw up.

Sure, you've been this close with Caleb before. But most of those times happened when you were younger. Things are a little different now.

The way you see him.... it's no longer the same way as you looked at him when you were kids. Now, you see him in ways that make your heart skip a beat as you imagine him holding you when you fall asleep at night.

"They're gone. Let's go!"

Caleb held your hand and together, you escaped from the castle just an hour before midnight.

This time, you'd gone out to fill your stomach with chicken skewers that both you and Caleb love. They are only available outside of the castle, so you don't always get to enjoy it unlike him, who has much more freedom.

Afterwards, you climbed a hill that gave you the best view of the kingdom, as well as the twinkling stars of the night sky.

You and Caleb found that spot years ago, and it's become one of your favorite places to cool off whenever you need to get away from the castle and momentarily forget about your princess and knight duties.

"The ball is just two days away. Are you excited?"

"I don't really mind parties and it is fun to host them, though it's also exhausting. I can't wait for it to be over already." you sigh. "I am a little nervous about the speech, but other than that, I think everything is all set."

"Don't worry. I'll prepare a cheat card for you. If you forget the words, just look for me in the crowd."

"Heh. Of course."

"What about dancing? Did you get enough practice or are you gonna keep stepping on people's feet?"

"I only did that to you one time!"

"More like five times."

"And that was before I started getting used to dances since I've started to attend lots of formal events with grandma. I'm way better now."

Caleb smiled before reaching out his left hand at you. "Prove it then, pip-squeak."

"What?"

"Dance with me."

"Right now? Here?"

"No time and place better."

You took his hand and got into position. There's no music, so Caleb provided one for you by humming a melody that sounds familiar yet you can't recall exactly where it's from.

The ground you stood on was pure grain and dirt, but you didn't care. All that matters right now is that you're together, and having him close to you is something that you'll always cherish.

"Hmm, you're right. Two minutes in so far and you haven't stepped on me. Already an improvement."

"I told you! I'm a good dancer now!" You then remembered something that was worth sharing. "Oh, but do you remember this one knight from when we visited Princess Tara? He was such a horrible dancer!"

While you broke into a rant, Caleb's eyes fell to your lips as they moved.

Just a little closer...

Just for a second, he wants to know how they would feel and how they would taste. Would they be as soft and sweet as he imagined?

So, so, close.

But he can't.

Caleb forced himself to look away and give a little distance between your faces and bodies. His gaze shifted to your shoulder so that he doesn't get caught into your bewitching features again.

He's a knight and you're the princess.

That's all.

Years ago, he could have been a prince, too. Josephine originally wanted to make you two her heirs to take over the crown once she steps down.

But Caleb realized that becoming an heir means that not only does he have to marry a princess from another kingdom for political purposes, he'll also have to devote his life to this kingdom. He didn't want to serve the kingdom. He just wanted to serve you and you only.

That's why he chose to be your knight. He decided to devote his life to you. He'll give his life to you, to protect you, for as long as he can. All he wants is to be by your side for as long as you let him.

Although, Caleb isn't sure if he's ready to accept the possibility that a prince will come and steal you away one day.

He will have no choice but to accept it.

He's going to have to brace himself every time you fall into someone else's arms. He'll just have to force himself to look away when another prince kisses the lips that he's only ever dreamt of.

It's a sacrifice he's willing to make as long as he can keep protecting you.

///////////

The speech went well, fortunately.

You were a little nervous with so many eyes on you, but Caleb standing right in front of you with a reassuring smile on his face made you feel light and safe. You were able to give your presentation without stuttering and making unnecessary hand movements.

Your grandmother looked proud, so you took that as a good sign. You immediately rewarded yourself with a glass of wine. Just one. It's nowhere near enough to mess with your senses, but plenty for you to relax and enjoy the party.

You sat with the Queen and enjoyed eating delicious meals with her. Then, your attention was requested by a prince who wanted a dance with you.

Your grandmother urged you to go to the dance floor before you could shove a macaron in your mouth.

The prince in an all-white suit caught that and laughed with amusement. He gave you some time to enjoy your dessert before patiently taking your hand and leading you to the area where other people are dancing.

Prince Xavier is from the neighboring kingdom. You two are good friends and frequently have meetings together.

Every time there's any political assemblies that require attendance of royalties, you always look for Xavier so you can sit next to him. He prefers to take naps than participate in discussions, so he's the best company you could have.

"Is the Princess dancing with Prince Xavier?"

Caleb overhears one of the guests.

"They would make quite a strong pair, wouldn't they? The two royal families unifying would certainly be helpful to both kingdoms."

He leans his back against the wall and watches the way your dress twirls along with your movements as your dance partner spins you around elegantly.

Caleb can't find it in him to look away from you.

Ever since he escorted you out of your room, wearing that beautiful dress, his eyes have been glued to you like a masterpiece in a museum.

Even when you're dancing with a prince who had one arm around your waist, he stared. Even when you laughed at something Xavier had said, Caleb didn't move his gaze.

When another princess had come up to him to ask him for a dance, he made an excuse. "I must keep a close eye on my princess the whole time in case of any danger. My apologies."

He only looked away from you for a brief moment, but when he returned his focus on you, Caleb caught you looking at him while one of your arms remained on Prince Xavier's.

He didn't break the eye contact.

And neither did you.

You feel like you're being pulled towards him by an invisible force, yet there was nothing that was stringing you in any direction.

It's just your racing heart.

You want to dance with Caleb just like how you did under the stars.

What would he say if you asked him?

Would he say yes simply because you're the princess?

You were terrified to find out.

And so, you ran off towards the food tables and ate away your feelings with the help of some desserts.

Doctor Zayne said eating sweet treats can make you feel better, and he's right.

"The red velvet cupcakes must be so good, even your cheeks are enjoying them."

You didn't even need to check who just showed up next to you. The reason for the butterflies in your stomach.

"Try one!"

You shoved a red cupcake in his mouth before he could reject you. He had no choice but to chew and swallow.

"You're right. It's yummy."

He then raised his left hand towards your face and brushed his fingers against your cheek to get rid of the frosting that stained your skin.

"Better be careful, princess. If you make a mess out of yourself, you might scare away any potential suitors eyeing you tonight. I can confirm, there are quite a few of them."

You scoff. "If they can't handle food crumbs, they're too weak for me."

Caleb laughs. "That's true. You do look your best when you're happily devouring snacks, after all."

"Oh yeah! That reminds me, you have to make that thing that you gave me the other day! It's so good and I need more of it!"

Caleb crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly while his eyes lights up at your compliment. "I don't know... I might have to start charging you. It takes time and hard work to make them, you know?"

"Fine, I'll give you whatever you want. I don't care. Just need more of it."

You started to daydream about the tasty snack, but you were instantly pulled out of it as Caleb asked you a question.

"Pip-squeak, you remember my reward for our hunting competition?"

You nodded. "I have to do something you want." You assume he'll ask for that now. "What is it? It better not be anything weird that'll make people laugh at me."

Caleb smiled softly. "I don't know. Some people might laugh, since it will be an unusual thing to see, but...."

"But..."

"But... will you... dance with me?"

You dropped the cupcake on your hand.

"Huh!?"

Caleb stood his ground with more confidence this time. He opened one hand in front of you. "Will you dance with me?"

For a moment, you wondered if you were dreaming.

Your heart accelerated and your palms started to sweat.

If this is just another dream, then you'll gladly enjoy it.

"I'd love to."

The feeling was the same as the last time. It didn't matter if you were alone on top of a dirty hill, or in a bright and colorful ballroom filled with people watching your every move.

As long as it's Caleb, it feels right.

It can't be anyone else. It has to be him. The one that you want to spend the rest of your life with. The one you want by your side. Not just as a knight, but a lover.

It has to be Caleb.

It's always been Caleb.

It will always be Caleb.

"If you keep looking at me like that..." he whispered as he rested his forehead against yours. "I might do something crazy."

"How crazy?"

"It might make grandma mad. Because... I might scare away the princes that want to steal you from me."

That was when you noticed it. The desperation in his eyes and voice.

He wanted it too.

The same thing that you want.

A life together.

A life where you're not just the princess and her knight.

"Maybe you should do it."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"You know why..." He looks down at his hand that rests on your hips. "You're the princess and I'm just a knight."

"So what?"

"We can't - I don't have anything to offer you."

You brought your hands on the back of his neck and pulled him even closer to you.

"All I want is you, Caleb. That's plenty already."

"But..."

"What's the point of being a princess with all this power, if I can't be with the one I truly love?"

Caleb's eyes widened as soon as the last word came out of your mouth.

His breath hitched and his grip on your waist tightened.

"If they want to take away my title, then so be it. At least, my heart will be where it wants to be." You meant every word and you've never been certain with anything in your life.

Caleb was terrified to move.

What if he makes one wrong move and suddenly, he's waking up on his bed and this was all just in his head?

It all feels too good to be true.

But once your warm, soft hands held his face, he realized just how real everyhing this.

It's now or never.

If he doesn't do it now, he might not get another chance.

And so, the knight kissed the princess.

//////////

Now, it's your turn to laugh at Caleb.

"Pay attention! As the Prince Consort, you have to know these things!"

"Grandma, I already know all this. I've done all my homework when I was in school, unlike a certain pip-squeak who just made me do her homework for her."

You grinned as you recalled the memories he was referring to. "Why did you do them? You could've just said no."

Caleb shook his head.

You both know very well that he can never say no to you. You have the power to make him do even the most ridiculous things in the world.

You can make him eat the most disgusting food.

You can make him climb the highest mountain.

You can make him stop somebody's heart.

All you have to do is ask and he will obey.

His life remains yours, always.

"Anyway, there's another hunting party so I have to get ready now. I'm still the Knight Commander, so I can't be late. See you later, grandma!"

Caleb rushed to you and picked you up bridal style as he runs away from the library.

"Pip-squeak, shall we have another competition? If I catch a bigger prey.... will you sleep in my room tonight?"

You lightly punched his chest at his suggestive smirk that had your face burning. "I'd do that if you just ask me normally, dummy. But if I win! You have to cook dinner for me!"

"Whatever you want, my princess."

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yesss you should make a tag for it! 💗also here’s a thought . imagine like {two yandere characters} right, so you ended up escaping from your current yan and manged to avoid them while running for your life but you bumped into some accidental begging for help from them, of course they offer to help you but what you don’t know is the {two yan characters} know each other till your current yan appears at the other yans house..

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They say God gives its toughest battles to their strongest soldiers.

Well then, you must be the chosen one. Because God has put you against the strongest.

It's not just the fact that his personality is abhorrent, or that he thinks that just because he's beautiful he has a right to whatever and whoever he wants at any given moment. It's the cynicism, the nerve to pretend to be shocked when you kick and scream at him to leave you alone after he has kidnapped you.

Maybe its luck that makes him oblivious enough to think that you won't try to escape just because he's the strongest, that you won't break the seal because you're a sorcerer of your own. Weak, in his eyes, but smart and strong enough to know how to escape from a situation like this. And you run, you run for your life. Through forest, through shrines, through concrete filled jungles, hoping, aching for someone to help you. A member of the rival faculty of sorcery, one that hates him enough to betray him, one that is kind enough to help you.

And you find one, you find a man dressed in eccentric clothing. With that dark aura every sorcerer has, eyes devoid of anything resembling humanity. And you run towards him, barely able to breathe.

"I need help, I need your help!" You cling to his robe, ignoring the sharp gaze he launches your way. Like a razor, it would kill if it could. But you're desperate, you're pitiful. "He- You- You know him. Satoru Gojo, he has-" You can see his expression shift ever so slightly, a glimmer of hope for you as it turns to disdain again, he gives you a curt nod of the head, making you follow him. "He has me, uhm... kidnapped. I think he will come for me, I'm... I'm scared. I don't want that to happen. I need to go somewhere safe."

He gives you a soft smile, warm. His voice is like butter, smooth, velvety, it melts inside your ears, hypnotic in nature.

"I will help you, don't worry," He wraps an arm around your waist, his touch unnervingly gentle. "I'll get you somewhere safe."

The travel through the city is quiet due to it being early hours of the morning, the travel through the sewage corridors is equally as uneventful. Nothing said besides a few pleasantries, a few questions from his behalf to you, about your life, your identity as a sorcerer, as a human. You find it refreshing, to be away from the usual obnoxiousness of Gojo, of his self centered behavior. You feel in the protagonic for a moment.

Finally, you arrive somewhere else. Somewhere foreign, country looking. The house is not in bad shape, it's rustic and dusty, but it's comfortable. And you settle there, falling asleep quickly over a sofa. Your body giving in to the exhaustion. A rest that's dreamless and quiet, interrupted occasionally by your brain sending confusing signals to your heart and limbs, to your stomach, who keeps screaming at you to run away again.

When you wake up, Geto, the man who so kindly took you in. Has put a blanket over your body. He gives you a soft smile, running his hands through your hair.

"I'm having a guest soon. But you don't mind, don't you?" He asks, purring as he speaks. His eyes, a deep purpleish color glinting under the light of the early morning. Dawn breaking in through the dust covered windows. You shake your head, closing your eyes as his fingers softly massage your scalp.

Finally, there's a knock at the door, and he goes to open. A dark shadow looms over you, strangely familiar if not for the fact that he has his hair down. You choke a scream, standing up immediately. Geto gives you an enigmatic look, his smile much more sinister now.

"Told you I found your little dove," He says to Gojo, who leans against the door frame in a way that's almost taunting. You're frozen in place, trembling, shivering as if you were naked in the snow. There's nothing you can do now.

Gojo gives him an approving nod, a smile that seems far too warm for it to be just friendly. Just where the hell do these two know each other from? And he walks toward you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he traps your wrists with his hand before you can push him away.

"You're lucky Suguru found you," That name rolls from his lips with a strange melancholy, as if it hasn't been said in a long time. His touch hurts, leaving red marks around your wrists as he pulls you close enough that you can feel his hot breath against your ear. "Any other I would've killed for taking whats mine... but with him..." He leaves the implication hanging in the air. And the door slams shut as Geto comes to join his white haired counterpart, his hand, long and slender, but more calloused, traces the outline of your cheek, grinning.

"We've never had a trouble sharing."

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Sierra

"So what exactly are we doing here?" I asked Jey as we pulled to Trin and Jon's house. Jey hadn't told me anything just told me to pack bag for 4 days and that he was picking me up. "I'll let Trinity tell you since it was her idea." He says as turns the car off. He gets out first as his sons got too and I get out myself.

"I'm gonna be honest im scared for what yall have planned." I said as I walked to back of car as he pulling out our bags. "Don't be scared."

"Hey yall!" I hear Trinity yell. I turned around seeing her and Jon and they're kids standing on porch. Jon and trinity started walking down towards us as Jeyce ran over to Jayla and Jayden leaving Jey to carry the bags in alone.

Jey shook his head at jeyce as he closed the trunk. "This boy and damn baby what the hell you pack?" He asked.

"You didn't tell what exactly I needed to pack for so I just picked a little bit of everything." I said as Jon and Trinity stop in front of us. "Hey girl you look cute." Trinity said as she pulled me in for tight hug I hugged her back with a little squeeze. "Hey Uce." She said as then hugged Jey as I hugged Jimmy.

"Hey Jim."

"Hey Cece, uce you need help?" He asked as we all watched Jey struggling a little.

"Hell yeah your nephew ain't shit for leaving me and this girl I don't know what the fuck she packed something told me I should have went over and pack her shit myself." Jey says. I rolled my eyes at him as I shake my head.

"So Trinity what are we doing anyways Jey told me you were gonna tell me." I said.

"We are going camping boo so I hope you packed some boots!" She yelled all excited.

"Who's camping?" I asked. "We are girl it's gonna be fun relax. I rented us a RV and this time we are gonna actually be able to some fun family activities." She said as she looked at the twins. I also looked at them as they gave us thumbs up cheesing hard.

"Yea relax ma it'll be fun. No phones, just us the trees, and some wild animals that live in woods." Jey says.

"Joshua you are not funny." I said.

We walked into the house, the kids were somewhere around the house I followed Jey to the room we'd be staying in tonight since we're leaving until tomorrow.

"So we're leaving around 9:30, 10 so be up." Trinity yells from the living room.

"You knew that had you told me what we were doing I'd say no that's why you didn't want to tell me." I said immediately turning my attention towards Josh.

"Yea I knew your ass would have said no, but I want you here." He said.

"Joshua you know ion do the woods." I said as I folded my arms. "Baby it's just 3 days you acting as if it's a week in woods." He said.

"Eww 3 days in woods. I better be getting this cookie ate or something." I said.

"I can make something work." He said with a smirk.

"I can't believe yall about to have my ass in the woods I gotta call my mommy and tell her I love her." I said as picked my phone.

"Your dramatic Sierra." He says before he walked out the room just as my mom picked up my call.

"Hey baby." She said.

"Hey mommy guess what?" I said.

"What's sup honey?" She asked. "My boss and his family got me going camping mom, you know ion do camping." I said.

"Cheer up honey it'll probably be fun." She said.

"Mom the last I went camping was when I was ten and

Saint and uncle Jameson chased me and Candace around in big foot a costume and till this day I still refuse to go camping." I said.

"Well looks like that will be changing soon." She said. I then hear someone in the background which sounded like my brother.

"Who's that talking?" I asked.

"Who's that on the phone?" Saint asked as poking his head in the camera. "Ah shit is that my big headed little sister." He said as he took the phone.

"Eww boy you ugly as hell." I said.

"If I'm ugly you ugly too we look alike little sis." He says.

"My man says other wise but later mom love you." I said.

"Love you more sweetheart, Saint gimme my damn phone boy."  She said.

"Hey hello where's my I love you big brother and when the fuck you get a boyfriend again." Saint says.  I playfully rolled eyes.

"I love you Saint I gotta go duty calls." I said.

"Love you too sis be safe miss you and don’t think we ain’t done with this conversation." He said. I rolled my eyes.

"I miss yall too later." I said ended the call.

I let out a sigh as I got off the bed walking downstairs as I joined Trinity the kitchen not seeing Jey in sight. "Hey boo." She said.

"Hey where the boys?" I asked.

"Out back they finna cook on that grill." She says.

"Good I'm hungry." I said. "Girl me too but aren't you excited for this road trip?" She asked.

"Honestly no last time I went camping my uncle and brother traumatized me chased me around in a big foot costume."  I tell hers

"Oh well that's scary I can see why you wouldn't to go camping now." She said trying her hardest not to laugh but she couldn't hold. "Haha ahh I'm sorry it really not funny I can only imagine you running around trying to get away from them."

"It's fine at the time it wasn't funny but now that I'm older and I know big foot don't exist it's funny to me now." I said laughing with her.

"What y'all in here laughing about?" Jimmy says as him and Jey walked in through the back door.

"About time I get chased by big foot when I was 10." I said.

"You know big foot ain't real?" Jey asked coming up next to me. "Yea I know he's not real Boohda and my uncle decided it was good idea to chase me my cousin in a big foot costume and that was the last time I went camping and reason I'm not a fan of camping now."

"It's okay bae I'll keep you safe." He said kissing my cheek making me blush. I turned hiding my face in his chest.

Omniscient

1am

Sierra woke up feeling Jey just now getting to bed. Him and Jimmy had decided to play the game before bed. "It's about time you came to bed." She muttered as she cuddling into his chest. He chuckled placing a kiss on her forehead. "I wasn't go for long." He said.

"It's one in the morning i came up here at 10 that's 3hrs you left me in this cold ass bed alone." She said. "Ight baby my fault." He said as tighten his arm around the her. "I get a personal cuddle bear, I'm in love." She said causing to let out another chuckle. "I love you too." He says.

"Is that so?" She asked. He sighed flipping them over so that he was hovering over her. She gasped as he grabbed face so she could look him in the eyes.

"You gonna keeping questioning my answers girl? I done told you countless times before Im the one that's in love with you Sierra, I see a future for us." He said.

"You hear me?" He asked.

"Yes I hear you Joshua." She said.

"Nah ion think you do." He says. "But I'm finna show you ass I'm deadass about you and about us...turn over for me and you take this off too. He said pulling at his shirt she was "barrowing".

Her eyes brows arched into confusion as she looked at him. "C'mon mama, don't act like you don't know what's finna happen."  He said. 

"I know your crazy but hello your kids, your brother, Trinity and your niece and nephew are literally down the hall." She said. He leaned down kissing her neck leaving hickeys in few places.

He knew he was finna get cuss out tomorrow when she sees them but he ain't care he’ll deal with that tomorrow.

"Josh seriously." She wishpered yelled slightly pushing him back. He sighed kissing her as he ripped her shirt off. She broke the kiss gasping at his action. "You clearly made your mind." She says flipping over on her stomach.

"Mhmm All you gotta do mama is be quiet...lift ya hips up a little." He said as reached over grabbing a pillow she lifted her hips up as he slide the pillow under her. "You feel comfortable mama?" He asked.

"Yes daddy." She said. He smirked as he began leaving a trail of kisses from her neck down her back down to her causing her to moan. He gave her as a little smack. "You not listening already mama." He said.

"Sorry daddy."

"You love me baby?" He wisphered as he got close to her ear. "Yes." She murmured. His hand wrapped around her neck as he pulled her in for a hungry sloppy kiss.

"Fuck you sexy." He groaned as he pushed his arosusal on her plumped butt. She tried her best to quietly moan his name.

He sat up pulling himself out his shorts. He spread her open with one hand sliding himself in her wet auora. Both of them letting out a soft quiet moan feeling each other.

"Fuck baby this pussy wet as hell." He groaned in her ear as he began moving. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. "Fuck." He groawled.

"J-jey." She whined. He grabbed her hair pulling her back. "You like that we could possibly get caught don't you mama?" She let out a soft moan in response.

"Mhmm yeah you do." He says with a smirk. "You so naughty baby."

"Fuck." She whimpered as his tip hit her g-spot. "Right here daddy."

"Right there mama?" He asked. She nodded her head eyes rolled to the back of her head as she bit down on her bottom lip. "Look at you pretty girl." He said.

Her walls started clutching around him making him let out a deep but quiet moan his hands grabbed on to her waist as he began picking up his speed. The room filled with the sounds of soft moans and groans, the sound of their skin slapping against each other was Jey sure that Jim and Trinity heard them.

As for kids he kids felt bad but at same time didn't after thinking back on how many times he's been woken up out his sleep to them all fighting and brickering at each other.

"Uhn uhh move that hand mama."

"F-fuck slow d-fuck I'm coming daddy." She cried out.

"Wet this dick up mama, cum on your dick." He says giving her ass a smack.

"Oh fuck jey." She moaned as she milked him. He continued to fuck her through her orgasm as he chased his high.

“Fuck this my pussy?” He asked.

“Y-yes Jey.” She muttered.

“Can daddy nut in his pussy?” He asked.

“Yes pleasee.” She begged. His strokes started getting sloppy. “Fuck baby I’m finna nut…ah shitt fuckk.” He grunted as his shoot warm seed in her.

“Fuck god damn baby.” He says as pulls out. His dick covered with their juice. “You good pretty girl?” He asked.

“Mhmm.” She mumbled as she began to fall asleep. He chuckled kissing behind her ear. “Imma go get you towel to clean you up don’t fall sleep baby.”

He got up walked the bathroom he grabbed a towel wetting it a little and went back to the room to find her passed out. He shook his head walking over to her and cleaned her up. He as few leaned down kissing her forehead.

“I love you baby.” He said then got in bed himself.

“WAKE YALL FREAKY ASS UP!” Jimmy yelled as he banged on Sierra and Jey’s door. Sierra groaned putting her pillow over her face. “AYE UCE get up dog.” Jimmy said as continued to bang on the door.

Somehow this man was still sleeping. Sierra sat up remembering that Joshua ripped her shirt off last night she used the blanket to cover her chest as she rubbed her eye. She looked to her side as she looked at Josh.

“Joshhh.” She groaned shaking him out his sleep.

“Mmm.” He groaned swooshing her hand away.

“Wake up so we can get ready.” She said. They both eventually got up and went to the bathroom. “Can get me my pills from my bag please.”

“Which pocket is it in?” He asked.

“In the left pocket.”

He came back in the bathroom with her pills handing it to her. While he used the bathroom she took her pills.

“Joshua Samuel Fatu why?” She said groaning as she seen her neck that covered with fresh hickeys. “Joshhhh!” She whined.

“W-oh I forgot I did that.” He said with a smirk. She rolled her eyes grabbing her tooth brush and began brushing her teeth.

Sierra throw on some leggings a spaghetti strap crop-top and a grey hoodie with her grey and white dunks that hey got her.

Jey throw on a Nike hoodie no shirt and a pair of his famous hoochie daddy shorts with his black and white dunks and Nike hat.

Once Sierra saw what he was wearing she immediately felt got wet in her panties. They made their way downstairs grabbing some food.

After everyone ate they checked their bags and made their they had everything the needed for the trip before hitting the road.

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Carry You Home

Summary: What starts off as a great night with your boyfriend turns into him taking care of you.

Warnings: Drinking, Tipsy! Reader, Flirting (not done by reader or Timo), Insecure! Reader, Comforting! Timo,

Word Count: 2.7k

Timo Meier stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his suit jacket and making sure his tie was straight. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, putting on your earrings and checking your makeup. "You look so handsome," you said, admiring Timo's reflection in the mirror. Timo turned to face you, a small smile on his face. "Thanks, babe. But you look even more gorgeous." You stood up and walked over to Timo, straightening out his tie and running your hands over his chest. "Are you ready to go?" you asked. Timo nodded, taking your hand in his. "As long as I'm with you, I'm ready for anything," he said, giving your hand a squeeze.

The two of you made your way out of the apartment and hailed a taxi. As you rode to the venue where the team was having their annual gala, Timo took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. "I'm really glad you're coming with me tonight," he said, looking over at you with a smile. You smiled back at him, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Plus, I get to spend the evening with the hottest guy there." Timo grinned at your words, his eyes sparkling with affection. "You're too good to me, you know that?" Finally, the taxi arrived at the venue, and Timo helped you out of the car. The two of you made your way inside, hand in hand. The room was already buzzing with people, all dressed in their finest outfits. Timo led you through the crowd, stopping to greet his teammates and introduce you to them.

As you walked through the room, you noticed several women giving Timo admiring glances. But Timo only had eyes for you, his gaze never leaving you for long. After a while, the two of you found a quiet corner and Timo pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Can I tell you something?" he said, his voice low. You looked up at him, feeling the heat of his body against yours. "Of course," you replied. Timo took a deep breath, as if bracing himself for something important. "I just want you to know how much I care about you," he said, looking deep into your eyes. "You mean everything to me, and I'm so glad you're here with me tonight. I can't believe how lucky I am to have you," Timo said, his voice low and sincere. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." You felt a lump forming in your throat at his words, touched by his sincerity. "I feel the same way about you," you replied, leaning your head on his chest. As you stood in each other's arms, the sounds of the party faded away, and it was like the world around you had disappeared altogether. Timo's strong arms held you tightly, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. For a moment, it was almost as if time had stopped, and you were the only two people in the world. "I could stay like this forever," Timo murmured, his voice soft and low.

The moment was interrupted by a voice behind you. "Hey, Meier!" Timo turned to see one of his teammates, Jesper Bratt, grinning at the two of you. "I hate to break up the love fest, but the guys are asking for you," Couture said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Timo rolled his eyes good-naturedly, giving you an apologetic look. "Duty calls," he said, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead. "I'll be back soon, okay?" You nodded, your heart already missing the warmth of Timo's body against yours. "I'll be here," you said, giving him a smile. Timo gave your hand a quick squeeze before following Jesper back into the crowd of people. As you watched Timo walk away, you couldn't help but feel a slight pang of envy for all the beautiful women he was surrounded by. But you quickly shook off the feeling, reminding yourself that he had chosen you, and that was all that mattered. You decided to grab a drink at the bar, hoping to distract yourself for a bit. While waiting for the bartender to mix your cocktail, you overheard a conversation between three women nearby. They were looking at Timo, who was standing nearby and laughing with his friends, and commenting on how handsome he was.

"He is so hot," one of the women said, fanning herself dramatically. "And he looks amazing in a suit," another added. The third woman nodded in agreement. "But have you seen him without the suit?" she asked with a sly smile, winking at the others. You felt a pang of jealously at their words, despite your best efforts to ignore them. But then you reminded yourself that Timo was with you, and they were just admiring him from afar. You took a deep breath and sipped your drink, trying to push the negative thoughts aside. You tried to ignore the feeling of unease, but it was difficult to shake off completely. You took another sip of your drink and looked over at Timo, who was still chatting with his friends. Despite the beautiful women around him, his gaze kept traveling back to you, a small smile on his face. It was as if he could sense your feelings, even from across the room. However, the insecure thoughts in your mind just kept getting stronger and stronger. You couldn't help it, even though you knew Timo was with you, and only you. These women were just admiring him, and Timo was oblivious to their glances, right?

But then a woman approached Timo, tapping him on the shoulder. She was stunning, with long blonde hair and a dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She smiled at him, her eyes filled with coy suggestiveness. You watched as Timo turned to face the woman, his expression polite but distant. He nodded and said something to her, but you couldn't hear what it was. The woman leaned closer to him, placing a hand on his bicep. Your heart sank at the sight, watching the woman flirt so openly with Timo. You couldn't help but wonder if he was enjoying the attention, or if he was just being polite. You tried to shake off these nagging doubts, but they continued to plague you as you continued to drink away your thoughts. You watched as the woman kept talking to Timo, laughing and twirling her hair around her finger. She was clearly enjoying the conversation and making no secret of her interest in him. Timo seemed to be listening politely, but he wasn't backing away or discouraging her advances. The jealousy that you had been desperately trying to suppress began to rear its ugly head again. You took another sip of your drink, trying to distract yourself from the scene unfolding before you. But your mind kept spiraling, imagining all sorts of scenarios of Timo and the woman together.

You tried to tell yourself that Timo would never do anything to hurt you, that he loved you and was committed to your relationship. But seeing him with another woman, even just casually talking, made your heart ache with insecurity. As you watched them interact, you noticed Timo glance in your direction several times. Each time, he looked at you with a hint of concern, as if sensing your unease. But he didn't make any move to extricate himself from the conversation with the woman, leaving you even more confused and upset. You felt like you were being torn in two - on the one hand, you trusted Timo and knew he cared about you. But on the other hand, the sight of him with another woman was triggering all sorts of insecurities and doubts.As you watch Timo interact with the woman, you can't help but compare yourself to her. The woman was tall, with long, blonde hair and a body that resembled a model. She was elegant and poised, with perfect makeup and a confident air about her. In contrast, you feel frumpy and plain, your hair tied back and your dress not nearly as form-fitting. You wonder if Timo would prefer someone like her over you. The woman was effortlessly charming, her laugh bright and infectious. But you feel awkward and self-conscious, like you can't hold a conversation to save your life. You wonder if Timo finds you dull and uninteresting, preferring someone more outgoing and lively.

The woman was slender and toned, with a killer figure that oozed sex appeal. But you feel self-conscious about your body, your curves not quite as perfect and your skin not quite as flawless. You wonder if Timo is secretly judging you, wishing that you looked more like the woman in front of him. As your mind starts to spiral with insecurities, you find yourself reaching for your drink and downing the rest in one gulp. The alcohol burns your throat, but you welcome the distraction. You signal the bartender for another drink, hoping to drown out your doubts and forget about the woman who's stealing Timo's attention. The alcohol starts to take effect, making your thoughts and emotions hazy. You feel a wave of recklessness wash over you, and you start to wonder if Timo really wants to be with you. Maybe he'd be happier with someone like the woman - someone prettier, more confident, and with a better figure. The more you drink, the more convinced you become that Timo is probably secretly judging you. You start to wonder if he's only with you out of pity, that he feels obligated to be with you because you're together. Maybe he secretly wishes he was with someone else - someone more like the woman.

Timo gently guides you to the car, his hand on your back to support you as you stumbled. You slumped in the backseat, feeling the effects of the alcohol coursing through your veins. Timo gets into the car and starts driving, glancing over at you every now and then with concern. Despite your drunken state, you can feel Timo's kindness and care radiating towards you. He makes sure you're comfortable, adjusting the seat so you're leaning against the headrest. He speaks to you in a soft, soothing voice, asking if you're feeling okay. As the car moves through the city, Timo keeps one hand on the wheel and the other on your knee. He rubs your leg comfortingly, his touch sending a jolt of affection through your body. Even in your drunken state, you can sense his love and devotion towards you. Timo gently lifts you out of the car, wrapping you in his strong arms. You cling to him, feeling both vulnerable and safe in his embrace. He whispers soothing words in your ear, his voice low and comforting. "I've got you, babe. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." Timo carries you up the stairs to the apartment, his grip tight and sure. You bury your face in his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat against your cheek.

Timo sets you down on the bed and removes your shoes, his hands gentle and careful. He looks at you with a mix of concern and tenderness. "Babe, is everything okay?" he asks, his voice soft and soothing. "You've been drinking a lot tonight. Is something bothering you? You can tell me anything." You shake your head, embarrassed by your drunken state. But Timo doesn't stop, his hand moving to your chin and tilting your face up towards him. "Please, talk to me," he says, his eyes searching yours. "I can tell something's bothering you. I want to help if I can." You take a deep breath, your mind still fuzzy from the alcohol. "It's nothing," you mutter, looking away from his gaze. But Timo isn't fooled. He kneels in front of you, his hands on your thighs. "It's not nothing," he says, his voice firm. "I can see it in your eyes. Please." You feel a rush of emotions well up inside of you, all the insecurities and doubts you've been harboring all night coming to the surface. "I-I saw you talking to that woman," you say, your voice shaky. "The one with the blonde hair and the dress. She was beautiful."

Timo's expression softens, his eyes filled with empathy. "Babe, that was just a casual conversation," he says. "She asked me about hockey, we talked for a few minutes, and that was it." He takes your hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You want to believe him, but the doubt is still nagging at you. "But she was touching you and laughing at everything you said," you protest. "It looked like she was flirting with you." Timo nods, his expression serious. "You're right, she was flirting with me," he says. "But that doesn't mean anything. I'm with you, babe. You're the one I love, and you're the one I want to be with." He takes your face in his hands, forcing you to meet his gaze. "That woman is just some random fan who's interested in hockey," Timo continues. "But you, you're my world. You're the one who matters to me, the one I care about more than anything." He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I would never cheat on you, babe. I promise you that." You feel a wave of relief wash over you, Timo's words sinking in. But there's still a lingering doubt, gnawing at the back of your mind. "But she's so beautiful," you say, your voice small. "Why would you choose me over her?"

Timo smiles at you, his eyes softening. "Because you're not just beautiful on the outside, you're beautiful on the inside too," he says. "You're kind and caring, you make me laugh, and you're always there for me no matter what. You're so much more than just a pretty face, and that's what makes you so special to me." Timo pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "I don't care if other women are beautiful or if they flirt with me," he continues, his voice barely above a whisper. "They can't hold a candle to you. I would choose you over anyone else in the world, no questions asked." Timo presses his forehead against yours, his eyes locked onto yours. "You're the only one I want, babe. Always." Your heart swells with emotion at his words, the last bits of insecurity fading away. You cling to him, burying your face in his chest, feeling his warmth and his love surrounding you. "I'm sorry," you murmur. "I shouldn't have let my doubts get to me like that." Timo rubs your back, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your skin. "It's okay, babe," he says, his voice soft. "I understand why you felt insecure. I just want you to know that you have nothing to worry about. You're the only one I want to be with." He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours. "Do you believe me?"

You nod, feeling a sense of relief and love wash over you. "Yes, I believe you," you say, your voice firm. "I know you wouldn't cheat on me. I just got jealous and insecure." Timo smiles at you, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I get jealous too sometimes, you know that?" he says, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "I don't like when guys hit on you at bars. But I trust you, and I know you only have eyes for me." As he gets into bed with you and got comfortable, he pulls you into his arms, wrapping you in a tight hug. You nestle your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. Timo runs his fingers through your hair, his touch gentle and soothing. "I love you, babe," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Don't ever forget that, okay?" You nod, your eyes drooping with exhaustion. "I love you too," you murmur, your voice heavy with sleep. Timo holds you tighter, pulling the blankets over both of you, cocooning you in warmth. He rubs your back slowly, his touch comforting and familiar. "Just close your eyes and relax," he says, his voice low and soothing. "I've got you." You feel the tension and doubt that had plagued you earlier fade away, replaced by a sense of security and contentment. You snuggle closer to Timo, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath he takes.

[diodellet]

cw: finished this draft thats been rotting in my drive since 2021-2022. established relationship with the affectionate angel 😇💕💕 lots of fluff and sweetness in spite of embarrassment, references to deeper intimacy at the end, but it's just a line. beta'd with my own two eyes and a prayer, all mistakes are mine

simeon wondered if you were angry. no, that didn’t seem likely. not first thing in the morning. “are you alright?” he still asked, concern lacing your name. your hold on his wrist tightened for just a fraction.

“….yes,” you responded, albeit hesitantly, head glancing over your shoulder for the barest moment before slowing your brisk walking pace altogether. inhaled, then exhaled. “sorry.” a hint of embarrassment crept into your voice. “didn’t want anyone around.”

the both of you reached a secluded area of the RAD courtyard. "did something happen back at the house of lamentation?" you were not one to be so affected by something as juvenile as teasing. "another sermon from lucifer?" his palm searched for yours, interlacing your fingers together.

"thankfully, not." you let go of him, toying with the drawstrings of your hoodie instead.

"are you feeling ill, perhaps? you shouldn't push yourself too much - "

"no, no, no! it's nothing serious, i promise." you'd have to forgive him for being overbearing, he can't quite read your expression as well since you came to campus in a mask and hoodie. "i'm just…"

"why don't we sit down?" simeon's voice was gentle as he guided you to one of the stone benches. "i'll listen."

"…i already told you," you mumbled, then sighed. "…i guess i'll just show you. please don't laugh."

the realization dawned on him as soon as you tugged down the hood of your jacket. well, it was impossible not to notice the new blemishes dotting the apples of your cheeks. some lighter, others darker than your complexion. constellations on your skin.

a warm mix of embarrassment and affection bubbled up within simeon once you fully pulled down the facemask. "oh. those are - "

"asmo called them 'angel kisses,'" you finished his sentence. the words trailed off into a loud, loud silence.

simeon's smile was met with your lips pulling into a frown - or would it be more apt to describe it as a pout? - your palms reflexively moved to obscure the new marks as best as they could. "they didn't appear until now, does that mean, everything before…us wasn't…?"

"no! no, that's not true." you're drawn into a tight hug. simeon's voice dropped to a decibel low enough for only your ears. "i'm guessing they're only showing now because - "

oh, when you looked at him with those eyes - open and trusting and utterly adorable - his heart was going to burst from the sheer affection he held for you.

" - i want to show you these feelings every time we're together, even if there isn't a special occasion at the moment." angels were created to love humans wholly and unconditionally, but this went beyond his divine programming. encompassed a mere fraction of the free will that deeply belonged to humans. "and i can't control myself that well when we're together, i'm - i'm sorry about that."

your knuckles brushed against his cheek, gentle and soothing. followed by the press of your lips. "don't be, i'm sorry for overthinking."

he'd half a mind to mirror the chaste kiss, but decided better - kissing the top of your head. both a sort of blessing and gesture of love in its purest form. "i should have explained that beforehand," simeon mused. "is there anything else burdening you?"

"nothing, well…" that shy look crept back onto your features. "maybe, anywhere under the collar's fine. like, for when i have to be out the next day?"

"oh. oh!" a bashful laugh slipped from him. simeon had to get used to the burn of mortification alongside the swell of affection. "of course! next time, i'll remember that."

(no wonder his celestial magic always went a little haywire when he was with you.)