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babyleostuff · 3 months ago

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─ PINK RIBBONS

𝜗𝜚 THEME: fluff, domesticity, you being jeonghan's whole world (mention of the military) 𝜗𝜚 PAIRING: idol!jeonghan x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT: 792

natalia's note: idc if this is too dramatic, i don't want jeonghan to go

⦗💌 ⦘your favourite past time? playing with your boyfriend's hair, duh. sadly, it's the last time you get to do it for the next two years.

“here,” jeonghan drops a bunch of… somethings in your lap and sits down on the fluffy rug you bought last month, his back facing you.

your boyfriend’s randomness is nothing new; even before you began dating, you quickly found out that yoon jeonghan was an unpredictable man. but no matter how much time has passed since you agreed to be his girlfriend, you are still taken aback each and every time he decides to do something out of the blue in his jeonghan fashion.

you quickly grew to love his randomness, though. it’s like being surprised in the best ways possible.

“what,” you pick up a packet of colourful hair ties and hair pins, “what do you want me to do with those?”.

jeonghan turns around and looks up to meet your eyes, his own holding nothing but fondness and warmth. “my hair,” he says and shakes his head of messy brown hair he died a couple of days ago. “we haven’t done this in a while, so i thought it’d be nice.”

your stomach churned. how many times have you sat like this - you on the edge of the sofa and jeonghan in front of you, resting comfortably against a cushion you placed so as not to strain his back. a drama or a cooking show would be playing quietly in the background, neither of you watching it, too busy with basking in the domesticity.

looking back, it was a no-brainer that you got addicted to your boyfriend’s hair so quickly. playing with it became a little habit of yours - before bed, in the morning, at a game night with the boys, during parties - whenever jeonghan was in your arm’s reach, you’d play with his hair, no matter if they were short or long (though you always mourned his long hair whenever he cut them). it always managed to calm you down and ground you when life got a bit too much.

you’ve never experienced deja vu before, but if this was how it felt then you’d rather be hit with a sledge hammer. it’d hurt less.

and now… despite that you could feel your heart breaking, you couldn’t tell him no. it’s probably the last time you’ll be able to do this before the enlistment anyway, so maybe… maybe it’ll be a nice way to celebrate his last days at home?

“it’s hair. it’s just hair,” your mind seems to scream into the void as you grab a couple of the purple-ish hair bands and slide them on your wrist. but your heart is even louder and it feels like you’re being ripped apart.

were you being dramatic? definitely. did you care? not at all. your whole life would change in the next day or so and despite preparing for this for such a long time now, it didn’t make it any less painful. with jeonghan leaving you’d be losing a part of yourself.

“hey,” he raises his hand and grabs your chin, “get that scowl off your face.”

“i know,” you sigh. “it’s just that-,”.

“i don’t want to hear any of that. we’re having fun tonight, honey,” jeonghan says and runs his thumb over your cheek. affection and pure love, which are always there whenever he looks at you (coups makes sure to point that out on every possible occasion), seemed to slow your racing heartbeat, because the longer you stared into his brown, gentle eyes the more your mind seemed to quiet down. oh, how you are going to miss that lovesick stare. “no more sad faces, yeah?”

you swallow and nod, your heart heavy from all the emotions. the pink ribbons and blue pins look like the opposite of what you are feeling, but… you have to be strong. if not for yourself, then for jeonghan.

“any specific requests?” you ask and comb your fingers gently through his silky hair.

“nope. whatever you do,” he says and turns his back to you, “it’ll look perfect.” you couldn't see jeonghan’s face, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

placing a peck on your exposed leg, he makes himself comfortable against the cushions and lets out his grandpa-esque sigh.

what the next days are going to bring - you aren’t sure. you don’t even want to think about it. but for now… for now, you are as content as you can be. enveloped by your love’s affection like a security blanket, his warm hands sliding up and down your calves, as if reminding you that he’s still there, it is enough for you. enough to swallow your tears and put a brave smile on your face for the man sitting in front of you.

for now it is only you and him and all the pink ribbons.

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frmisnow · 4 months ago

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ONCE AGAIN, MILAN ! - (nsfw)

summary. what happens when you and jungkook find yourselves once again in milan, this time with no business attached — well a hol' lotta sex for sure!

notes. guysss i changed my mind! there will be a fifth chapter because there is something that i want them to do- a refrence to chp. 2 + they need to get lil cheonsa duh?? ✶𝄞 if y'all are currently reading this, i'm probs already on vacation! so it'll take a minute, regardless, i hope everybody enjoys!!

warnings/includes. non idol! ceo! jungkook x f! employee! reader, smut described/implied multiple times!! (morning sex, very slight voyeurism / heavy flirting in a boutique, NASTY dirty talk) , drabble-ish (idk i just want them to be happy), cheonsa mention (we cheered)

the morning had begun in the best way possible. the bright italian sun on your face, the hotel sheets lightly crumpled, well- and jungkook.

jungkook who had woken you up with gentle kisses starting from your face, moving to your shoulder, all the way to your tits. kissed your sore little thighs too, because "they deserved it" after all the things they've gone through - sure.

he made love to you. moaned how beautiful you were along with some other sweet dirty nothings.

it was the kind of sex that made you feel cherished, worshipped even, as if all of his love was burried solely in his tip and he poured all of it into you, when you both came.

after spending what felt like hours wrapped up in each other, you had finally left the bed, your body still tingling from the morning’s activities. the first spot was a cat café, jungkook had read about it somewhere, thinking of you.

you both had spent a few hours in there, sipping on your respective lattes, playing with the little cats while their tiny paws brush against your legs. jungkook had his polaroid camera out at all times, clicking away.

showed the photos to you, told you how cute you looked, how the kitten in your lap looked just like you. how you both should get little cheonsa just like that.

closely after, you both took your time strolling through the streets, hands intertwined, ending with him pushing you into a high-end boutique. you smiled at his eagerness, it wasn't the first time he spend that black card of his on you.

jungkook handed you a dress, that reminded more of a whisper of fabric rather then a real garment, leaving little to the imagination. but you instantly nodded, that's what you liked about being with him; you didn't feel shy, there was no reason to. not with every single thing jungkook has said about your body this far.

the fitting rooms were large, they felt like rooms by themselves. jungkook sat outside patentily, tapping his legs. when you walked out you could clearly see him trying his absolute best not to reach out his hands, his pupils widening ever so slightly, taking a deep breath to compose himself, "turn around, angel, for me."

you did as he said when done, walking over to take a seat on his thigh while his fingers immediately moved to stroke your thighs, mumbling how pretty you were.

the way you were sitting, so close to him, he could make out your pretty panties peeking under the dress. black lace, with little bows he had gifted to you when you visited that lingerie place a few days ago, thinking of you in that store didn't make his growing buldge any better.

and you most certaintly made it even worse by whispering into his ear, how much you needed him and how wet you've been ever since this morning.

he bit his lip, your body was so painfully close and your skirt only rode up, gently pinching your thigh almost as a light warning, "remember where we are"

following you made a little pout, but mumbled a reluctant 'fine' anyway, making your way back into the fitting room.

next stop was a restaurant, you hadn't even noticed that it had gotten late by this time but jungkook took care of it, as always. how he managed to get a reservation at this place, you didn't quite know but you certaintly weren't complaining. he had pulled your leg over his some time ago, running his hands over the skin, the action innoccent in a way caring, like he was so sorry that you had to walk this whole day even though he had spoiled you shamelessly.

his fingers drew patterns and tiny circles over the skin, his face glowing from what was left of the sun through the large windows.

"i'm so happy" you smile, your fingers moving through his hair lightly.

jungkook's lips curl into a soft smile, just like yours, leaning into your touch, "i'm happy too, angel" his voice low and affectionate, "everday"

the evening went exeptionelly well, he talked you stupid about some of the other things he wanted to do, didn't mention business even once.

you both walked back to the hotel, you liked the city at night and had asked him to walk instead of taking a taxi. he didn't let go of your hand, swinging.

he walked back to the hotel with you, holding your hand tightly, it had been your wish to stroll back, you liked the city at night. it all reminded you of that night but it was different this time, it felt good not having wine in your system.

for once you felt like you actually could love jungkook, without alcohol, without your job, any other factor in your way. you could fuck him freely without having to blame the alcohol for it, after.

love is lust. that's why he pounds you into the large matress, tells you how bad you've been, how greedy you were.

he asked questions, dirty ones, you were way to brain fucked to understand dare to say even answer.

asks how much you'd like it, him filling you up everywhere, in the bathrooms, around his apartment, in the elevator, during your shifts at work, how he'd make you walk around feeling full, feeling dripping and sticky under your skirt.

describes how he'd call you into his office just so he could take you nicely on his desk. have you walk out later, nod to all your colleagues, like a good girl.

you barerly hear him and the words make you moan out are vile things that people only say when they are about to come. how you wanted to marry him, have him around you all times, how much you wanted him every minute.

you thought about how small you'd want the wedding to be, you, him and little kitten cheonsa. and you moan again, like a porn star.

and he responds, gripping your hips tighter, "i'd marry you tomorrow if you asked me to, hell i'd make a baby with you right this second if you wanted."

he let out a grunted string of 'please's though you weren't even sure what he was begging you for. your brain felt so incredibly mushy.

few seconds later, he filled you up, making a mess of you. he instantly reached out to touch your chin gently to look at you, "you okay, princess?"

you managed to nod but he shock his head, "words, i need to hear you, angel" it was a soft order, one you couldn't look away from.

so you reassure him that you are happy and so content, he seems to like your words, smiling. lifting you up and maneuvering you on top of him, still inside of you. his fingers trace over your bare back soothingly as he lights a cigarette with his other hand, just like that night.

and you smiled to yourself because you knew. you knew that this time when you woke up, you wouldn't have to leave, you would be able to look at his sleeping smile as long as you wanted. it was a comforting thought.

— cheonsa means angel.

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theemporium · 1 month ago

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[4.6k] as the season dwindles on and the new year approaches, luke comes to a handful of realisations. some of them were unsurprising. some of them were not. one of them leads to a very interesting interaction during his captain's new years party. (smut)

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Whoever said it was better to be self aware was a fucking liar.

It had been a few weeks since the Hughesbowl and Luke had come to a few realisations in that time. Some epiphanies that had been tormenting him over sleepless nights as the season dragged on into December and quickly approached the end of the year.

One: No matter how many times he had said it before, Luke still couldn’t quite grasp just how different NHL hockey was to the hockey he had been playing his whole life. And it sounded stupid to say, considering he had grown up being around NHL players and had two brothers in the league before him too. But it was tiring and rewarding and, fuck, he didn’t think he had ever been so hungry in his damn life before he joined the NHL.

Two: Adulting in college versus adulting in real life was weird, different and not as fun as he liked to think it was when he was growing up. He felt like he spent most of his free time fighting the washing machine, wondering if groceries had always been this expensive and bribing Jack to do things for him when it got too overwhelming or confusing. Which, also wasn’t great considering his brother was just as helpless as he was, and Quinn was too far away to bother.

Three: Despite the concerns tucked away in the back of his mind when he signed his first contract with the Devils, none of the team had made him feel like he was just Jack’s younger brother. He knew Nico had said as much at the start of the season, but experiencing it and really feeling like a part of the team brought a fuzzy warmth in his chest that he wasn’t quite ready to confess to anyone—but it was a nice feeling that followed him through the season, even after the losses.

Four: Figuring out you were kind of in love with your friend who also offered to take your virginity was not exactly the best crisis to be having in the middle of your rookie NHL season. But he was having said crisis regardless and there wasn’t much he could do about it.

And five: the Devils took New Years very seriously.

As in serious enough that Jack was looking at him like he was the crazy one at this current moment.

“Did you hear what I just said?”

Luke blinked, his spoon hovering awkwardly over his bowl of cereal as he stared at his brother across the table. “Yeah no, I heard you. I am just trying to wrap my head around why you decided to tell me at—” His eyes glanced over at the clock on the wall before returning to Jack. “Seven in the morning that I am banned from leaving the state for New Years?”

“Because you’ll make Nico sad,” Jack said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Luke put his spoon down. “Nah, you’ve still lost me.”

Jack let out a deep sigh. “You can’t upset him like that, Luke. He’s our captain.”

“And me leaving the state in the three days off we have between games around then will upset him?” Luke deadpanned. He wasn’t even planning on leaving. He doesn't even know where he would go. But his sleepy brain almost wanted to pretend he had plans just to spite Jack right now.

“Duh,” Jack huffed. “He throws a New Years thing every year. Jonas missed it once when he had some family in town and Nico was pouty as fuck after, even if he didn’t admit it. It’s, like, a team bonding thing for him. Hockey families and real families coming together.”

Luke blinked. “It’s way too early for me to understand half the words that just left your mouth.”

“Plus we have a game on his birthday,” Jack added with a shrug. “It will probably be a double celebration.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Luke grumbled as he shoved another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. “I’ll be there. You know I’d be there. I don’t get why you’re asking.”

Jack didn’t say anything for a moment before he spoke again, trying (and failing) to sound casual. “He doesn’t mind if you bring some guests. The more the merrier.”

Luke bit back his yawn. “Who would I even bring?”

Jack shot him a deadpan look. “You’re so dumb.”

“Whatever,” Luke murmured, almost tempted to lay his head down on the counter and fall asleep right there. “M’not gonna miss Nico’s New Years party, don’t gotta get defensive about your boyfriend.”

Jack let out a noise that sounded vaguely close to a squeak. “He is not my boyfriend—”

Luke zoned out after that.

…

It wasn’t until a few days later, when Luke was sprawled on the floor in some feeble attempt of stretching his muscles after a late morning gym session, that Jack’s words made sense.

He stared up at the gym room ceiling, listening to the various noises around the room: machines humming, metal clinking, guys talking. It was oddly soothing, almost mindful. These were noises Luke was familiar with, that he sought out to cling onto when the noises in his head were a little more irritating. It reminded him that he was actually there in the moment.

“Are you stuck down there?”

Luke blinked as a shadow suddenly casted over him, taking a few seconds before he saw Nico staring down at him with an inquisitive look, though he seemed more amused than concerned.

“Cardio days suck,” was all he was able to supply, his hands resting on his stomach as he made no move to sit back up or head towards the locker room to shower and change.

Nico just snorted, shaking his head in a way that almost seemed fond. “Welcome to the big league.”

“Every league has cardio,” Luke replied, a little snottily if he was honest with himself. “And it sucks no matter what age you are.”

Nico’s grin just widened in response.

For a moment, Luke was happy to just lay there for a few more minutes and let Nico wander off to go check on some of the other guys dotted around the gym. He knew his captain, knew he was doing his rounds and knew that he would have done them anyways, regardless of the ‘C’ on his chest because that was just the type of person Nico was. Luke was happy to let him shift that attention onto someone else.

But then Nico turned to head towards Haula and Bastian on the treadmills and a thought suddenly entered his head and Luke was opening his mouth before he even realised it.

“Hey, are you still doing your New Years thing?”

Nico paused, his face brightening up. “Yeah, I am.” He paused, his smile faltering a little. “Why, can you not make it? I swear Jack said you could—”

“No, yeah, I am,” Luke answered quickly, scrambling to sit up a little so he would feel less exposed. He ran his fingers through his curls, wincing a little when his pinky nabbed a tangle before making his eyes meet Nico’s curious gaze. “I was just wondering if it would be okay if I brought someone.”

Nico’s shoulders dropped in relief but his head tilted in interest. “Brought someone?”

“A friend,” Luke supplied.

“A friend,” Nico repeated, looking as though he was biting back his grin. “Yeah no, bring her with you. The more the merrier.”

Luke raised his brows. “How did you know it was a her?”

Nico smiled knowingly. “Call it a captain’s hunch.”

Luke frowned. “That’s not a thing.”

Nico just shrugged in response.

He tried not to let the question linger too much, instead finally forcing himself to finish his stretches before heading towards the locker room. The noise of his teammates blurred in the background as he reached for his phone, typing out a message before heading towards the showers.

hockey boy: u got any plans for nye?

…

“You suck.”

“I literally don’t know how else you expected me to answer the question.”

“I asked you what the dress code was and you said ‘nice’,” you scoffed, shooting the boy a look as you settled into the passenger seat of his car. “Nice isn’t a dress code. Nice doesn’t tell me if I should be wearing jeans or a dress.”

Luke tried—and failed-–to bite back his grin as he glanced over at you. “I see you went with the dress.”

“No thanks to you,” you retorted with a small huff, but your lips were already twitching upwards. “I would rather your teammates think I am weirdly overdressed than weirdly underdressed.”

“They won’t think you are weird,” he assured you, deciding not to point out the fact you had been around them on previous occasions and had never ran into that issue before. He didn’t think you would want him playing know-it-all. “But maybe stay away from Curtis.”

He could hear the glee in your voice, even if he didn’t turn his head around. “Scared he will give me some ammo against you?”

“Yes.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “My new favourite Devil.”

Luke rolled his eyes, also deciding not to mention the small burn of jealousy that bubbled in his stomach at your obvious joke.

“Don’t worry,” you said after a few moments of silence, playfully knocking your hand against his thigh. “I wouldn’t embarrass you in front of your people.”

Luke snorted. “My people?”

“Yeah, you athletes are all super weird about your teammates. You guys kinda seem more like a cult than a family but it’s cute,” you teased. “Does this mean I get to join the cult for the night? Special access?”

“We aren’t a cult,” Luke scoffed, choosing to also not mention the handful of weird superstitions half of his teammates complete before every game.

“But they are important to you,” you retorted.

Luke nodded, smiling a little softer. “Yeah. They are.”

“Then I’ll keep the fact you thought the Titanic was a documentary a secret,” you concluded, snickering when the boy let out an exaggerated groan.

“It’s based on a real ship, okay!”

“Yeah but Leonardo DiCaprio wasn’t on the ship back in 1912 when it went down.”

“Whatever, there was room on that door and everyone knows it,” Luke grumbled, sniffling slightly before he turned to glance at you once again as the car came to a stop at a red light. “You’re important to me too, you know.”

You turned your head to look at him, wiggling your eyebrows. “Working towards a midnight blowjob instead of a midnight kiss?”

“I—no,” his cheeks burned hot and he was suddenly glad the car was too dark for you to see the full extent of how red his face must have been as memories of you on your knees—of his number on your cheeks—flashed to the front of his mind. “I mean it. You’re important to me.”

You blinked, your smile faltering a little when you realised he was serious. “Oh.”

“Like,” Luke quickly cleared his throat. “We’re friends, right? My friends are important to me.”

“Yeah no, of course,” you laughed, and maybe it was still a little awkward and stilted but he was glad you weren’t jumping out of the car and running off. “I didn’t realise I reached cult level though.”

Luke smiled. “Maybe just for tonight.”

“Knew it!”

He turned his eyes back to the road for the rest of the journey to Nico’s place.

…

Luke knew he shouldn’t have been eavesdropping. He knew that. He didn’t even mean to. It just kind of happened somewhere between him disappearing into Nico’s kitchen to look amongst the weird European beers and ciders until he could find two flutes of champagne for you both and walking back with said flutes in hand to overhear you talking to Jack.

Jack, who he remembered being on the other side of the room almost on Nico’s lap, before he left to grab your drinks.

“You watch our games?”

Luke paused, a voice in his head telling him to take that step forward, to walk back into the room, to intervene before Jack inevitably embarrassed him. The other—and louder—voice kept him put, holding onto the champagne flutes tightly as he listened.

“Yeah, the ones I can.”

“Really?”

“You sound surprised.”

“Guess I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“I mean, I don’t understand a single thing that is happening.”

“Luke hasn’t explained the game to you?”

“Oh no, he has. I still don’t get it. But hey, the commentators tell me you guys are pretty good.”

Luke listened to the way Jack laughed, noted how it sounded more like his actual laugh rather than the stilted media one.

“I’m surprised Luke had the balls to invite you.”

Luke’s eyes widened, his cheeks growing hot again as he silently vowed to trip Jack up during their next practice for that line.

“Am I that scary?”

Jack didn’t respond for a moment. “I don’t think it’s you he’s scared of.”

“What? He thought you guys would scare me away?”

“We can be overwhelming.”

“You guys fight other grown men on ice for a living, I think I can survive.”

Jack laughed again. “Mom would love you, you really know how to keep a guy humble.”

“You mean keep his ego in check.”

“Professional athletes with egos? Unheard of.”

This time it was you who snorted out a laugh.

“You’re not what I expected, Cherry.”

“Is that a good or bad thing?”

But before Jack could say anything, before he could possibly embarrass Luke any further and continue whatever weird interrogation he had going on with you, Luke quickly rounded the corner and practically shoved a champagne flute into your hand whilst shooting his brother a look.

“Shouldn’t you be bothering Nico or something?”

Jack shot his brother a knowing look, glancing between the two of you before he took a step back. “Yeah, I guess I have a few things to tell him.”

Luke narrowed his eyes.

“It was nice to meet you, Cherry,” Jack said earnestly, tipping his beer bottle towards you. “Maybe I’ll catch you at the house. It would be nice to see Luke around instead of running off to yours.”

You snorted. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Luke watched the new but playful camaraderie between you and his brother. The banter and the shared laughs at his expense. He watched it as he chugged a mouthful of champagne, hoping the bubbles would drown the other fluttering feelings he was feeling in his stomach.

…

“I’ve been looking for you.”

You snapped your head around, your smile widening a little when you found Luke standing by the door of the guest room. His sleeves were now rolled up, a few more buttons of his shirt unbuttoned and his curls looked as though they had been ruffled by a drunk and very handsy Haula more than once.

“The main bathroom was occupied so Nico said I could come in and use the guest room bathroom,” you explained, nodding your head towards the other door.

“And you decided to hide in here afterwards?” Luke asked, mostly playful and teasing but there was a hint of concern in his voice. The team could be a lot sometimes and, despite the fact you seemed more than capable of holding your own, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel uncomfortable and as though you couldn’t leave.

“I got intrigued,” you shrugged as you gestured towards the bookshelf that seemed to take over a large portion of the guest room wall. “How many languages does this guy know?”

Luke snorted as he walked deeper into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed with a small huff. “I think three?” He shrugged, leaning back against his hands.

“That must be so cool,” you murmured, your eyes flickering over the book spines before turning back to look at Luke. “Do you know any other languages?”

Luke shook his head.

“None?” You laughed in disbelief. “Buddy, most of your teammates down there speak English as a second language and you haven’t picked up anything?”

“Do three words in standard German count?” Luke retorted, playful and sheepish all at once. “Jack tried learning on Duolingo for, like, two weeks to try to impress Nico during summer before realising Swiss German and standard German are different.”

You shook your head, trying to bite back your smile as you wandered closer. “F for effort on your part. I’m pretty sure Jonas taught me more in one conversation than you’ve learnt all season.”

Luke rolled his eyes, his fingers twitching against the comforter with the urge to reach out for you. “It can be my New Years resolution.”

“Yeah? You have a list?” You questioned, watching as he spread his legs without thinking and let you into the space like it was instinctual.

He shrugged. “I try. Achievable stuff, you know?”

You raised your brows. “Like?”

“Eat better, workout more, start a new hobby,” he listed off, trying and failing to keep a straight face as he finally gave in, as he finally reached for your waist to tug you even closer to him. “Learn a new skill. Or improve on ones I already know.”

You hummed, your hands resting on his shoulders as your fingers skimmed the fabric of his shirt. “Hockey skills?”

Luke glanced up at you, swallowing a little. “Not all of them.”

Your lips twitched upwards.

His thumb smoothed over your hips, feeling the small details of your dress under his touch. “What’s on your list?”

“I don’t have one,” you admitted with a shrug. “No point to it. If I want to do something, I’ll do it.”

“Sounds like one of the media trained answers we are forced to give,” Luke teased, pressing his thumb a little harsher to gain your attention when your head tipped back with a laugh. “No, but really. There’s nothing new you wanna try?”

“Are you offering?” You retorted, lighthearted and teasing.

“Yeah,” he rasped. “Maybe I am.”

Your head tilted slightly, your hand moving to lightly grasp the back of his neck. “We probably shouldn’t. I hate to break it to you, Hughes, but you’re not very quiet once you get going.”

His cheeks burned but he didn’t tear his eyes away from you. “Who said I was the one getting off?”

And that seemed to catch you by surprise.

“Pretty boy is feeling confident, huh?” You mused, your fingers brushing against the curls at the nape of his neck. “As hot as it is, I don’t think we have time.”

And your words sent a spark through, soft and buzzing and persistent. A spark that he knew very well, a spark that made his grip on your waist tighten. A spark that he felt every single time he stepped onto the ice.

“Is that a challenge?” Luke asked, his voice a little lower than he intended.

You smirked, shaking your head. “Depends what you have in mind.”

His heart was pounding in his chest, loud and strong and overwhelming, but it didn’t stop him as he leaned his chin against your stomach. “I want to make you come.”

Your eyes wandered over his face, at the pure determination in his eyes. “Oh?”

“Mhm,” he nodded, his hands trailing down the side of your thighs. “That’s on my list too.”

Your lips twitched. “Thinking of becoming a ladies man? Live up to the hockey sex god stereotype?”

He shook his head. “No. Not other girls. Just wanna make you come.”

You didn’t have a reply for that.

“I wanna make you come right now. In here.” There was a flicker of something else in his eyes that you couldn’t quite read.

Your brows lifted slightly.

“If you want to,” he added, his hands squeezing the back of your thighs. “Consent is sexy, you know.”

“Show me what you’ve got, pretty boy,” you murmured, leaning down to close the distance between you as you pressed your lips against his.

The rest of the world was a distant buzz in the back of his mind once you finally kissed him, his shoulders dropping with some unexplainable relief that only being around you seems to bring. Your fingers were already in his curls by the time his tongue swiped over your bottom lip, leaving the boy groaning and gasping into your mouth as you tugged him closer.

You pulled back for a second, to catch your breath and appreciate the flush on his cheeks before leaning back in. But it was enough. It was enough to have his mind spiralling faster than he could even keep up with.

For a split second, you weren’t smiling down at him. For a split second, the two of you were back in his car and you were staring at him with an expression he didn’t understand, an expression that made his stomach turn nonetheless. For a split second, he was just staring helplessly at you as you doubted the words he said.

And whilst Luke never claimed to be the sharpest tool in the shed, he knew it would be a monumentally stupid idea to repeat the words. He knew that if he repeated the words he said in the car, if he tried to insist on their truth, you would shut down again.

And he didn’t want that.

Not at all.

But the overwhelming and insistent need to show you what you meant to him was bubbling inside him, swirling along with the bottled up feelings and glasses of champagne he had drank over the course of the night.

And if he couldn’t tell you, he would show you. He would make you see that you were important to him, that this unlikely and unconventional friendship may have started with you helping him but he was in this for you too.

That your pleasure was important to him too.

He swallowed your gasp with another kiss as he tugged you closer, as he finally broke whatever restraint the two of you had until you were finally on his lap. Or, almost on his lap. But when you tried to shift in his hold, when you tried to straddle his lap properly, Luke’s strong grip on your waist kept you locked in place.

“Stay,” he murmured, swallowing harshly as he leaned back enough to watch the confusion wash over your face.

“I thought—” You started but he was already shaking his head.

“Like this. I want to get you off like this,” he confessed, his voice rasping as he tried to pretend like his whole body wasn’t thrumming with excitement and nerves and something else he wasn’t quite ready to name. “On my thigh.”

You tucked your lip between your teeth. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Fuck, Luke,” you murmured under your breath before pulling his lips back onto yours through the hold you still had on his curls.

He sunk into the kiss as easily as he breathed, moaning softly when he felt your tongue against his own. His hands clung onto you, squeezing your waist like he needed to make sure you were actually there, like this was real and not some sex-crazed dream he would wake up from, half-hard and alone in his room.

But the silk of your dress remained under his touch, soft and smooth and bunching in his fists as he clenched the fabric in his hold. And then his hands started wandering as you continued to kiss him senseless.

He pushed the skirt of your dress up until it pooled at your waist, until his hands were engulfing and squeezing your thighs. His fingers continued to skin upwards, until his fingertips were brushing against the waistband of your panties, until he could hear the small gasp you let out as he lightly traced them.

It made his head spin the way you were straddling his thigh, the way he could feel the warmth of your cunt pressed against his leg, feel it through the fabric of the dress pants he wore for the party. It made his head spin how he wished he could pull them off, how he wished he could just feel you with no boundaries between.

His hands were pawing at you before they started to guide you, rocking you back and forth on his thigh. It was slow and deliberate, almost unnoticeable until the first choked out noise you let out between the soft kisses he was giving you.

“C’mon,” his voice was low, rough, full of desire. “Want you to take what you want.”

One hand remained entangled in his curls but the other shifted down to grip his shoulder, to dig your nails into the fabric of his shirt as you continued to follow the pace he set. It shouldn’t have felt so good, but it did. It felt so fucking good with his sweet words smothering the slow pace he refused to relent.

“Shit, Luke, I—” You cut yourself off, biting down on your lower lip as he continued to guide your hips, as he continued to let you grind yourself against his flexing thigh.

“Whatever you want,” he murmured out, feeling like he was in a daze as he watched your eyes flutter shut. You were breathtaking when you let the pleasure take over, when he got to see you with no walls up and unguarded. “Just tell me.”

“More,” you managed to mutter out, your head falling back as you continued to ride his thigh, to feel the rush of what you were doing just down the hall from his teammates wash over you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Look so pretty like this,” he whispered because he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t hold the thought back even if he wanted to. “Wanna make you come more, Cherry baby, shit.”

Because he did. He wanted to do this a million more times if he could watch you like this for the rest of his life. He wanted to see you riding his thigh, unashamed and unabashed, so lost in your own pleasure—pleasure that you were receiving from him—that you had no other worries in the world.

He wanted to watch you lean your head forward against his shoulder, his name leaving your lips between soft moans and a list of curse words as your orgasm washed over you. He wanted to watch the way your body shook with the after effects, the way you clung onto him like a lineline.

He wanted to watch the way you lifted your head, giving him a smile so soft that he felt like the rug was pulled out from underneath him.

“I have been severely underrating hockey thighs all these years,” you muttered, your smile widening a little more when Luke let out a disbelieving laugh.

Luke couldn’t tear his eyes away from you if he tried. “What? No thank you?”

“That’s your thing, pretty boy, not mine,” you teased before you relented, leaning forward to press a soft but lingering kiss on his cheek. It was somehow the most intimate act you shared in the last fifteen minutes. “Ten out of ten for your thighs.”

Luke swallowed harshly. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good, because that won’t be the last time we are using them,” you said to him, so sure of yourself and unaware of the muddle of thoughts in his head at that moment.

“Happy New Years, Cherry,” he managed to mutter out, not even sure if the clock had passed twelve or not. But it was the last of his concerns when you smiled at him.

“Happy New Years, Luke,” you murmured softly.

And yet, all he could think about was how he wanted to hear those words leave your mouth every year.

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brattyfics · 3 months ago

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Sins of The Flesh

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC [Riley]

Wordcount: 3,000+

Warnings: 18+ Minors Do Not Interact, No physical description of OC other than her being black, Spanking, D/S Dynamics, Mentions of Heaven/Hell, Alternate Universe (Mike Is Alive), Bratty!OC, Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk, a tiny bit of Degradation Kink, No P in V, Slight Angst

A/N: Divider by fireflygraphics. Special shoutout to @megamindsecretlair who inspired me to write something for the first time in too long. Thank you!

Riley was the picture-perfect Southern belle. With a preacher for a father and a teacher for a mother, she always kept up her manners in public. But behind closed doors, she had a talent for getting into trouble—and her relationship with Terry Richmond was no different.

He was her very own Black G.I. Joe—six feet, four inches of solid muscle. Intense, stormy green eyes and the face of an Adonis. A flawless specimen—and completely hers.

That morning, she woke up with a familiar ache in her belly. Terry had been gone the entire week to celebrate his cousin Mike’s homecoming, while she stayed behind due to a special work project. It had been seven long days without so much as a touch from the man who couldn’t keep his hands off her whenever they were alone.

He'd returned late Saturday, slipping into bed quietly to avoid waking her.

It was Sunday morning, and as the preacher’s daughter, she knew she had to be at her best. But sleep had eluded her. The rollers she wore to sleep were uncomfortable, and she never slept well when Terry wasn’t there. She woke up feeling restless, only to turn over and see him.

He was bare-chested, the morning light making his skin glisten. The bedsheets were pushed down to his hips, and the outline of his body was impossible to ignore. Her mouth watered.

When her gaze finally made its way up to his face, his eyes were already on her. Terry was always up by six, but some days, he'd stay in bed a little longer just for her.

She kissed her way up his body, starting from his neck and working toward his lips, straddling him.

“Mornin’, baby,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly, making her heart flutter. His green eyes framed by naturally long lashes—lashes she spent a hundred dollars a month trying to replicate—fixed on hers. He pulled her down for a tight hug, his lips finding her jaw. She sighed, feeling his strength encase her.

“What time did you get in? I missed you,” she admitted, feeling a little foolish. She was a grown woman, had spent most of her adult life without him, but sometimes it felt like she couldn’t breathe without him there.

His facial hair, grown in during the week they’d been apart, tickled her skin as he nuzzled into her neck—a silent way of saying, "I missed you too."

They lay there for a few moments before he stirred. One arm wrapped around her back, the other reaching for his phone on the nightstand. “We gotta get up. It’s almost eight.”

She groaned. “It’s too early.”

She was up before sunrise on workdays, but weekends were different.

“Come on, we have to.” He patted her back gently.

“Excuse you…” She sat up, crossing her arms with her legs still draped over his hips. “You just got back and you're bossing me around. You haven’t even kissed me yet.”

He wouldn’t admit it, but he loved how spoiled she could act sometimes. She knew he’d give her the world if she asked, and it boosted his ego to know she trusted him that much—knew, deep down, he would always protect and care for her.

“Oh, you think you’re running the show now?” he teased, raising a brow. She bit her lip, debating how to respond. Terry Richmond wasn’t the type of man to play petty games with, but she liked to do it every now and then, just to keep things interesting.

“Duh. I thought you knew.”

He let out a deep laugh from his core, right in her face. She huffed and tried to move away from his lap, but in an instant, he had rolled them over, pinning her beneath him as they both giggled.

“Who gave you command?”

His hand wrapped gently around her neck, and the playful moment turned serious. He positioned himself between her legs, morning wood pressed against her thigh, and her face flushed.

“You did.” She swallowed hard, remembering the last time they were in this position—his hand firm around her throat as he took control. The unspoken command hung in the air: tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll give you what you want.

He raised an eyebrow, “Me?”

“Yeah,” She smirked, “You disappeared so I had to improvise.” Her voice softened, teasing but with a warmth that hinted she missed him. “Maybe don’t leave me hanging next time, huh?”

He shook his head with a chuckle, then his lips crushed against hers, the kiss demanding, until her thoughts were consumed by him and only him. Her back arched, hips shifting as she sought him out. His hand found her neck again as he slowly pulled away, as if it pained him to stop.

“We gotta get up. I let you miss another Sunday, and your dad will never let me live it down.”

His sudden shift in tone made her scowl, especially as he tapped her legs to free himself from her grip. “Why are you talking about my father right now?”

“Get up.” His tone tolerated no dissent, and she reluctantly allowed him to pull her to her feet.

She followed him into the guest bathroom, where he'd gone to shower in peace. She dragged her soapy hands down his back, teasing him, offering to help him dry off but using it as an excuse to grope him instead. He wouldn’t give in. She spent the rest of the morning testing his resolve, brushing against him as he scrambled their eggs, and bending at the waist to give him a peek under her slip after "accidentally" dropping the house keys.

By the time they reached the church parking lot, a frown lingered on her made-up face, fading only as they approached the church doors, where she transformed into the picture-perfect preacher’s daughter.

Smiling, saying all the right things, all the while thinking about Terry. It wasn’t right, thinking these things in church, but she couldn’t help it. She prayed for forgiveness but couldn’t stop herself from reminiscing about him—the way he drove her to the brink of madness, how good he always made her feel.

The singing of hymns and the preaching faded into the background as she focused on the analog clock hanging above the pulpit. Church seemed to drag on even longer than usual, as if the universe were conspiring with Terry to tease her to death. He sat there, as tempting as the devil, his button-up shirt clinging to his muscular arms and thick thighs defined even in slacks.

By the time they reached the car, she felt like she was on the verge of catching fire. She’d waved hurriedly at her parents before dragging Terry out the church doors, complaining about the traffic. She was sure her mom would call her and fuss about it later, but she’d deal with that when the time came. He didn’t say a word until they were driving down the main road, his eyes glancing over at her.

“You’ve been acting wild all day. You that desperate for my dick?”

“What?”

“You heard me. You want it that bad?” He repeated himself, a sly smirk playing on his lips. Her mouth hung open as she processed his words. In the bedroom, he was her Daddy—dominant, demanding, intense. A bit of a bedroom bully, but never harsh. She was his princess, and he treated her like one. Terry didn’t usually talk to her like this, but she couldn’t deny the heat that pooled between her legs at his words.

She wished she had something clever to say, but the truth was that her desire for him ran deeper than he could ever realize. “I can’t help it,” she admitted, leaning over the center console to caress his leg. She gave him those Bambi eyes and spoke softly. “I need you, baby.”

“I get it. I've been counting down the days too,” He promised. His voice was steady and calm—too calm—while she felt like she was on the edge. He had unbuttoned the top of his shirt when they got in the car, and all she could think about was undoing the rest. The way the water had cascaded down his chest this morning was sinful. Her thighs clenched together subconsciously.

“I need more than just talk right now,” She grumbled, remembering how he had rejected her earlier that morning. She’d wanted him so badly that she dropped to her knees, promising to make it worth his while. But he remained composed, pulling her back up for a soft kiss on the corners of her mouth. “Later,” he had promised.

All week, she had struggled to concentrate at work, her thoughts consumed with him. And now that he was back, he didn’t seem in any hurry to change that. He should have woken her up last night, church be damned— The same way he did any other night he wanted to be inside her. Her hand inched up to his thigh and squeezed.

When her fingertips grazed his dick, he gently grabbed her hand and lifted it from his lap. “Relax,” he warned, his voice adopting that stern tone she usually loved. But now, it just grated on her nerves. Terry Richmond—who was always so eager—was telling her to relax about sex. How many mornings had he insisted on having her before he left for work? How many days had he stalked her around the house, grabbing her any way he wanted? How many nights had he promised to “do all the work” if she just let him inside?

She kissed her teeth and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring out at the cars ahead. He was full of it.

“What’s this? You got an attitude now?”

She snapped before she could stop herself. “What do you think, Terry?” Aggravation burned in her chest, and his eyes widened at her tone. Apparently, his week away had been too long—she had lost her damn mind.

“Any other time, you can’t get enough of me, and now you’re acting like I’ve got the cooties. What’s going on with you?”

“What are you trying to get at?” he asked, sounding annoyed, and it was clear on his face. She stared back at him as his gaze flicked between her and the road, as if her eyes could uncover whether he had been faithful. She trusted Terry, but she already knew Mike’s wild ass had plenty of strippers and trouble around.

What else was she supposed to think? Terry was only a man after all.

“For real?” he replied, meeting her suspicious gaze. “You think I’d do you like that?”

Her stomach flipped. In her heart, she felt one thing, but her head was a different monster altogether. She had a tendency to overthink and jump to conclusions. Terry usually made her feel so secure that it wasn’t an issue. “So, just because I’m not moving fast enough for you, I must be cheating, huh?” He looked at her like a wounded lion.

“I don’t know, Terry,” she shifted her gaze away from him, knowing she had overreacted. “I’m just frustrated, okay?” The silence that fell between them felt heavy. She knew she had made a mistake. “I’m sorry,” she added, her voice softening. “I know you’re not like that; I was just... I don’t know.”

Just like Muni Long, she wished for a Time Machine.

The sting of her accusation settled in his gut. He couldn’t begin to understand why she would doubt him after everything they’d been through.

Terry remained silent for the rest of the ride. Not even when he parked the car, opened her passenger door, and unlocked the house did he say a word. He let her in first, just like always, but the usual kisses to her neck were absent. Instead, he slipped off to the guest room to change while she undressed in their shared bedroom, feeling like a brat. The pretty polka dot dress and brand new stockings he should have been removing only added to her sadness.

She removed her makeup in a somber mood, then finally made her way to the living room when she could no longer put it off. Terry had changed into a T-shirt and shorts, sprawled across the couch while fiddling with the remote, flipping through channels she knew he wasn’t interested in at all.

She settled onto his lap, her thighs gripping him to keep him close. He avoided her gaze until she cupped his face in her hands, gently forcing him to meet her eyes. There was a storm brewing, one that she had caused. “Don’t be like that,” she pleaded.

She rested her head against his broad chest, cuddling into the warmth beneath her. With her chin snuggled comfortably, she gazed up into his eyes. “I’m sorry. I was wrong– so wrong. I know who you are and that you wouldn’t hurt me. Please forgive me. I was trippin’.”

He took a deep breath and ran a hand across his low fade, trying to process his emotions. “You really scared me with that.” He grabbed her hand and held it tightly. “I need you to understand that it’s not easy for me to shake off what you said. I love you, but I need to know you trust me.”

“I do. I promise I do, baby. I just lost my head for a minute there. You mean everything to me.”

“Okay,” he conceded after a minute, “Just keep your head in the game, alright? Stick with me. We’re good.” Terry’s habit of framing their relationship in sports terms never failed to make her smile.

"You got it, coach," she teased, then added playfully, "Oh wait—Sir, yes sir," as she offered a mock salute.

“You always know just how to push my buttons, don’t you?”, he asked. “That’s alright, though, because you’re still under my command, recruit.” He delivered a series of sharp smacks to her behind without warning. Riley gasped as she felt the sting of each slap.

"Terry, stop," she protested, trying to push him away, but he was unyielding.

“Nah, baby,” he whispered against her lips, staring her directly in the eyes, “You got a little too bold and need a reminder of who’s running things.”

Her stomach flipped as she realized what was happening. She had been getting more mouthy as the day went on, testing how far she could go. Now it was time for Terry to put her in her place, and while that was always fun, she knew he wouldn’t go easy on her.

As if reading her mind, Terry pulled back slightly, his gaze fierce and focused. "You know I love you, baby," he uttered softly. “But sometimes, a firm hand is needed to keep us in line.”

She nodded, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. A spanking hadn’t been a part of her agenda for the day. All she wanted was to come home, have him in their bed, and make up for lost time, then pretend to watch TV for a little before she rode him to oblivion. But she had ruined that by being impatient. She knew that Terry was right – she had crossed a line today, and this was exactly what she needed.

Taking a deep breath, she eased into him, allowing him to maneuver her over his lap as he repositioned them on the couch. The muted sounds of the TV faded into the background as they got comfortable, her shorts rustling quietly as he pulled them down to her ankles.

“I get that you’re used to having things your way, but that ain't how it works with me,” Terry advised, palming her ass cheeks in each hand. He took his time jiggling the fat there before his hand came down on one side and then the other. Terry was heavy handed, making sure she felt him deep in her soul. She hissed, already reaching back to cover her bottom.

"Gimme your hands," he ordered, locking both of them in one of his own.

Terry started spanking her in earnest, and Riley felt every bit of it— the sharp sting as his hand met her skin, the heat radiating across her backside, and the firm pressure of his arms keeping her steady.

“I’m so sorry,” She whined, squirming in his lap. “I didn't mean it!” He took a breath, grabbed her chin, and locked his gaze on her to make sure she heard him loud and clear. “I know you didn’t plan for this, but you still deserve this punishment. You gotta do better, ma.”

He went back to smacking her ass all wild, hitting it from every possible angle. “Fuck!” She cursed, getting lost in the pain and the pleasure. If the folks at church knew she had a mouth like this, she'd be too embarrassed to show her face again. With each smack, her thoughts become increasingly scrambled, swirling in a delicious haze. It didn’t help that Terry was talking her through it the entire time.

“Remember I’m doing this because I love you.”

“You need to find some middle ground before you take things to the next level. You understand me?”

“Stay exactly like that, don’t move.”

“I know it hurts. It’s supposed to.”

“Here, grab this pillow.”

She moaned and groaned her protests but Terry was too strong and she had earned this ass whooping. She knew there was nothing left to do but surrender. Terry had her and she could let go of all her worries and concerns. She just needed to ride it out.

As the spanking continued, Riley’s breathing grew more ragged until she was breathless. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She apologized fervently each time his hand came down on her ass, sobbing when he gave her a small reprieve, rubbing her lower back gently. “You’re okay. We’re almost done. Are you really as sorry as you’re claiming?”

“Yes, Daddy,” She whimpered, already imagining how sore she’d be the next day, hobbling into her good government job with a bruised backside. She had bit off way more than she could chew and now needed his mercy.

“Repeat after me,” Terry commanded, his tone leaving room for argument. “Say ‘I’ll be a good girl and listen.’” She immediately complied, her voice shaky but sincere as she echoed his words, fully embracing the promise behind them. “I understand that the next time I do it, Daddy is going to spank my disobedient ass all over again..” She repeated his words like a well-trained parrot, and at the moment, it was all she could manage.

She felt lightheaded by the time Terry finished spanking her, and she couldn’t recall the last thing he’d said. She had hit her breaking point.

She laid there for several minutes, completely spaced out, and focused only on catching her breath. Terry massaged her scalp with his fingertips as they both came down from the natural high of their chemistry. Eventually, Terry lifted her up to meet his gaze, being mindful not to agitate her already bruised bottom.

“You good?”

Her head was still reeling. She wanted to shrink into a little ball, but she also wanted to live in his skin. How could she express that to him without sounding unhinged? Terry massaged her back in gentle, calming circles until he sensed her start to unravel. She eventually nodded slowly, acknowledging that yes, she was okay— physically at least, even if her emotions were still in a disarray.

“I’ll do better,” she promised, her voice barely above a whisper, thick with exhaustion.

"That’s my good girl," he said, gently wiping away tears from her cheekbone as his expression softened. Despite what she might think, he didn’t get as much satisfaction from spanking her as she believed. It was just something he had to do.

“Come on, pretty. I’ll fill the tub up for you, and then we can order brunch from your favorite spot.”

Forgive me for any mistakes. I had to post this before I lost my nerve, lol. This started as something completely different but I'm happy with how it turned out. Let me know what you think! For more Terry Richmond fics by other amazing young ladies, please check out my Terry Richmond fic rec tag.

Part 2

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warmilikeit · 2 months ago

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Yandere Batfam x Camp half-blood (Neglected reader)

Dc x Pjo

Part 9

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It was now morning, the air was humid and the chariots were lined up, everyone on the sidelines was packed with food, every second you wish you were in those benches

"One... Two.... Three... GO!" Tantalus yelled and the campers roared

The Ares chariot was quick, but the Hermes chariot led by the not twins Travis and Connor Stoll, Connor was shooting rocks in between the wheels of chariots

Leading first is the Hephaestus chariot led by Charles Beckendorf and his brother, second is Poseidon Chariot led by Percy Jackson and Tyson the cyclops

No way you were going to let them win

Your sister Yvonne Bailey Daughter of a multi-million fashion designer grabbed some arrows, her step mother (Aphrodite approved) was an Olympic archer, she taught Yvonne everything she knows

Which is lucky because in this race your opponents either throw arrows or bombs, even luckier cause someone on the Aphrodite cabin knows how to make arrow bombs (you duh)

And you may or may have not taken green arrows design but it's not like he can sue you, I mean come on you're dead

"No hard feelings (Name)" Annabeth smiles as her chariots bumps yours

Yvonne recovering from the shock stood up again quickly "You did not just do that", she prepared an arrow and shot at their left wheel, tried to shoot at least

The arrow instead hit the Hermes chariot and it crashed onto the Hephaestus chariot

Well they say it's better to destroy two chariots with one arrow

Now it was just You and Yvonne, Annabeth and her brother, Percy and Tyson

AND CLARISSE LA RUE????

For some reason, even if they were stuck at the back of the track trying to get he ricks out of their wheels, they managed to bypass the other burning down chariots in their way

It was fine, you liked a challenge, Then Stymphalian birds (flesh eating demon birds) started raining down from the sky and started pecking at the campers

A flock of these birds started to attack your chariot, without thinking you grabben an arrow and shit at them...

... without proper space distance, making the explosion close to you chariot

Yvonne grabbed you and ducked down and the horses who were carrying your chariot went feral trying to avoid the demon birds themselves

Percy who slipped out of the race, managed to grab a boom box and played this awful music that made the birds screech, but stopped them from attacking

The Apollo kids took this as a chance to shoot them down

And when you thought it was over, Clarisse came running through with her chariot and won the race

Despite the injuries of the racers and the non racers, they cheered

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Jason grumbled at the sight of his family, gloomy, "Hey, Breakfast has been ready for hours now, Duke is waiting!"

"I know but I found new information, according to here, Empousa only drink the blood of their victims, not eat them, that would mean there is still a body-" Tim has been researching every Greek monster ever since, trying to find a clue on how to see them properly

Diana had explained this most that covers the mortal eye from the divine world, with the announcement that the gods are real...

People have been starting to get stressed, since the most is still in effect, people are accusing each other of being monsters in disguise

"I don't get why you're doing so much for a fake" Jason glared, true he was shocked at the death, but... It's not like this was the first time (Name) died

The little replacement to protect dad's sanity was dead, so?

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According to Tantalus, we should be punished, because according to him the stymphalian birds were just minding their business and only attacked because they were bothered by Percy's horrible chariot driving

"go chase a donut!" Percy stomped off as Tantalus continues to yell at him and Tyson scurries behind behind Percy

I grabbed a piece of fruit from a table that managed to survive the attack and waved it around so Tantalus could see

And I ate it in front of him.

"Okay you too! Both you and Percy and the monster will be washing the dishes tonight" he yelled

"what, that's bull, everyone eats" said a brother of yours

"leave my sister alone, you're just mad you can't eat" said another brother

"how are you cursed to never eat and still be fat, that doesn't make sense" said one of your sisters

Annabeth's brows furrowed "That's not fair! (Name) Just ate! You can't punish her for eating!"

"alright smarty you're punished as well! Everyone cleans this mess! And make dinner for Clarisse if you want, a banquet or something, but stay the fuck away from my sight" now it was Tantalus's turn to stomp away

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(Name): eats*

Tantalus who was cursed to never eat: I'm offended

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 8 months ago

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[12:11 pm]

(cw: f!reader, a child)

Dad!Jaehyun was moody which was odd. It had been an unusually easy morning. There was good breakfast, nice morning with cartoons that hadn’t been as annoying as usual. The little, sister dogs had actually even been kind of cute. You were curled up at his side on the couch playing with his hair and being very loving- which he loved.

His daughter was calm, ate all her breakfast, and had been extra cuddly and adorable. She had gone down for her first nap with no fussing and didn’t whine when you got her ready. This was also odd for the almost one year old, it was like hitting the jackpot with her this morning. She was in a cute little dress Jaehyun had proudly picked out himself and little sandals that he loved because her tiny toes scrunched up every time she wore them.

But, all the pleasantness of the morning wasn’t why he was moody. Obviously not, it had been a beyond ideal morning. He was moody because you, his wife, had been teasingly poking fun at your daughter about Uncle Johnny.

Stupid Johnny. Johnny who made his daughter get shy and hide and lean toward the obnoxiously tall man. Seriously, who even needed to be that tall? She planted her cute, wet kisses on Johnny’s cheek instead of her own dad, made her cling to Johnny instead of him. He hated it.

You parked outside Johnny's house, unbuckling your daughter from her car seat. You tickled her side, cooing, "are we going to go see your favorite? Are you excited to see Uncle Johnny, princess?"

Jaehyun's face fell into a grimace, following behind his girls with the diaper bag on his shoulder. Suddenly he was wondering why he accepted the invitation for this impromptu barbecue. Maybe he should lie and say he had a stomachache so you all had to go back home, or say that he just saw his daughter have a diaper blow out and there was no extra clothes. Then it was too late, you'd already rung the doorbell.

The door opened to reveal the smiling giant, "Is that my favorite girl?!"

Your daughter hid her face in your neck, smiling shyly but also not objecting to Johnny taking her from your hold. Johnny held her like a total pro, he was the favorite uncle after all, and greeted you and Jaehyun with hugs while ushering you in.

"Look at you, princess! Are you so happy to see Uncle Johnny?" You smiled brightly at your daughter while snapping a quick picture.

Your daughter simple babbled and cuddled closer to Johnny, making her dad's face fall into a deeper frown. You turned to Jaehyun with a knowing, teasing glint in your eye, "she loves him so much."

He grumbled, "she loves me more though."

You wiggled your fingers at your daughter while Johnny toted her around, "I don't know... she's obsessed with Johnny."

Jaehyun glared at you, "it's like you're trying to hurt my feelings right now. A baby can't be obsessed with anyone anyway."

"She's obsessed with me," you shrug.

"You're her mom, duh."

You snort out a laugh, "Try it out then. Try to get her to leave Johnny."

Jaehyun smugly walks over and tries to coax his daughter to him. She furrows her little eyebrows at him and turns back to Johnny, patting his cheek with a look of wonder. Jaehyun scowls, trying again, even going as far as shaking her favorite toy in her eye sight. But nothing, his daughter lays her head on Johnny's shoulder and whines.

"Dude, you're bothering her," Johnny pouts, rubbing his free hand up and down the baby girl's back comfortingly.

Jaehyun pouts and trudges over to you and embraces you while burying his head in your neck, very reminiscent of what his daughter had just done to Johnny, "she hates me."

"Maybe the next one will love you more than Johnny."

His head snaps up, "next one?"

You smile nervously, "surprise?"

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luvmahae · 13 days ago

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masterlist — previous — next!

the brisk morning air brushes your skin as you stand in the driveway, staring down your so-called best friends with a mix of disbelief and betrayal. you cross your arms over your chest and scowl at chenle, who looks way too smug for your liking.

“let me get this straight… i can’t ride with my actual besties?”

“we called dibs on jisung. sorry, not sorry.”

“don’t get me wrong, i love jisung… but why?”

renjun steps in, giving a casual shrug. “don’t take it personally. he’s just… a vibe.”

unbelievable.

“wow. so, because jisung is ‘a vibe’, i have to suffer?”

“suffer? y/n, you’re about to have the most memorable car ride of your life. you’re welcome!”

oh zhong chenle, you are so dead to me.

your gaze shifts toward the so-called chaos car, where mark is leaning against the driver’s side door, jaemin is hoisting his duffel bag into the trunk, jeno is snacking on something (probably a protein bar), and haechan is fiddling with his phone, queueing up songs for the road trip.

the sight alone makes you sigh in exasperation, already feeling the headache forming from just looking at them.

“and where exactly am i supposed to sit?”

“in the middle, duh. you’re the smallest.”

“i literally hate you guys so much right now.”

mark perks up as you approach, offering an apologetic grin.

“we love you though!”

the chaos begins the moment you wedge yourself into the backseat, cramped between jeno and haechan.

you press your palms into the leather seat, trying to avoid touching either of them more than necessary. it's a futile effort—every time the car shifts, your shoulders brush against haechan's, his presence like a spark you can’t ignore. you glance at him out of the corner of your eye, but he’s too focused on his phone. you can see the small smirk playing on his lips as if he knows exactly how this whole situation is making you feel.

“why do i have to be in the middle?”

“because you’re the smallest. we needed someone to fill the gap.”

“great. thanks for that jeno.”

“don’t act like you’re not enjoying the company.”

“i’m loving every second of it.” you deadpan, hoping to avoid it all.

from the front seat, mark chimes in. “everyone ready for the road trip?” his voice is upbeat, but you can tell he’s aware of the growing discomfort in the backseat.

you don’t answer immediately. instead, you stare out the window, wishing you had more space. your frustration grows with every inch you’re forced to share with haechan and jeno.

“alright, let’s settle this once and for all. best zedd song. go.”

of course, jaemin jumps in, grinning. “beautiful now is the best. classic.”

“please… there is only one right answer and that’s clarity.”

the argument quickly escalates, the debate filling the car as you zone out, your exhaustion catching up with you. you hadn’t realized how tired you were until now. your head begins to sway, fighting the urge to fall asleep. before you can stop yourself, your head droops to the side and lands on jeno’s shoulder.

for a moment, everything quiets. he freezes but then relaxes, his arm subtly draping over you.

haechan’s voice breaks the silence, dripping with something you can’t place.

“nice of you to choose jeno.”

you don’t open your eyes, keeping your voice low.

“shut up.”

jeno shifts slightly to make you more comfortable. “you good?” he asks, keeping his voice soft.

you nod off, the noise of the argument fading into the background. haechan doesn’t say a word, but you can feel his eyes on you.

somebody... anybody... please save me!

the car finally comes to a stop, jolting you awake. your head jerks up from jeno’s shoulder, and for a moment, you feel a wave of disorientation before the cabin surroundings come into focus. the others are already stretching and getting out of the car, but you can’t help the awkwardness that lingers between you and haechan.

jeno glances down at you with a soft chuckle. “you okay there? looks like you needed that nap.”

you nod, brushing stray strands of hair away from your face, avoiding haechan’s gaze entirely. “yeah, sorry about that,” you mumble, quickly unbuckling your seatbelt and stepping out of the car after him.

“alright, everyone grab your stuff,” chenle announces, already pulling duffel bags from the trunk. “the cabin’s just up this path.”

as everyone gathers their belongings, haechan lingers near the car, his eyes flicking to you every so often. you keep your focus on your bag, determined not to give him the satisfaction of catching your attention.

“here, let me help,” jeno offers, effortlessly lifting your backpack. he flashes you a grin that’s almost too perfect, and you can’t tell if he’s being genuinely nice or just enjoying how haechan’s jaw tightens at the sight.

the group starts trekking up the gravel path toward the cabin. it's picturesque—tall pines frame the horizon, and the golden hour sunlight casts an ethereal glow over everything. chenle and ningning are already bickering over which room they’re claiming, while karina and mark walk ahead, discussing the best way to make s’mores.

you trail behind with jeno, haechan close enough that you can feel his presence but not close enough to force a conversation. every now and then, your arm brushes jeno’s as he walks beside you, and you swear you can hear him scoff under his breath.

by the time you reach the cabin, the sun has dipped lower, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. the cabin is even more stunning than the photos—two stories of rustic charm, complete with a wraparound porch and a hot tub out back.

“okay, first things first!” mark exclaims, dropping his bag in the entryway. “we need to figure out room assignments.”

“dibs on the biggest room!”

“absolutely not! whoever rooms with chenle, good luck!”

“wow, nings.”

“there are four rooms, so i’m thinking the girls can share the master,” karina says, scrolling through the cabin’s listing on her phone. “any objections?”

“none!” ningning links her arm with yours quickly. “we’ve done this a hundred times at home. easy.”

you nod in agreement, relieved to have a built-in safety net. sharing a room with karina and ningning feels like the only scenario where you can truly relax this weekend.

“what about the rest of us?” mark asks, looking around at the guys.

“well… you guys are on your own to decide that!” karina grins as she hauls her bag up the stairs toward the master bedroom, with ningning and you in tow.

now that the room situation was settled, everyone began unpacking and settling in. chenle, renjun, and jisung headed towards the room with the bunk bed and a single twin bed, quickly claiming their spots. renjun took the lower bunk, preferring the ease of access, while jisung reluctantly climbed to the top bunk, muttering under his breath about his luck. chenle tossed his bag onto the twin bed by the window, clearly pleased with his choice.

jeno and jaemin moved to the second room, where two full-sized beds were neatly set up on opposite sides. jeno immediately claimed the one closer to the door, while jaemin sprawled out on the bed closer to the window, scrolling through his phone as if he owned the place.

haechan and mark made their way to the third room, which had two twin beds placed parallel to each other. mark set his bag down on the bed nearest the wall, while haechan dramatically flung himself onto the other bed.

with everyone settled, the cabin quickly filled with the sounds of unpacking, muffled laughter, and footsteps exploring the rest of the space.

after a chaotic round of mario kart and a heated game of uno that ended with ningning declaring herself the undisputed champion, the group’s energy finally started to wane. one by one, everyone decided to call it a night, retreating to their rooms with mumbled goodnights and lingering laughter echoing down the hall.

as the laughter died down, the house fell into an almost peaceful silence, the kind that only comes after a night of unrestrained fun.

you tossed and turned beneath the covers, your mind racing in a thousand directions.

you glance at the clock. 3 a.m and you’re still awake.

with a frustrated sigh, you throw the covers off and slip out of bed, being careful not to wake the girls lying next to you. the cool air of the cabin greets you as you step into the hallway, your bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor. you quietly make your way down the stairs, heading towards the living room.

the fireplace in the living room crackles faintly, the soft glow casting flickering shadows across the space. you step in and take a deep breath, drawn to the warmth it offers. you walk to the couch, grabbing the thick blanket draped over the armrest and wrapping it around your shoulders. you settled down in front of the fire with your knees pulled up to your chest.

it was just the sound of the fireplace and your own thoughts tonight— or so you thought.

haechan stands at the bottom of the stairs, his hair disheveled from sleep, still wearing the same hoodie he’d had on earlier that evening.

“couldn’t sleep either?”

“yeah… just one of those nights, i guess.”

he steps further into the room, the floor creaking softly beneath his feet, and pauses for a moment before sitting down beside you. he doesn’t say anything at first, just sits there, his presence unexpectedly comforting in the stillness of the night.

for a few moments, neither of you speaks. the only sound is the crackling of the fire in front of you, the soft glow of the flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. he shifts slightly, his gaze flicking to the fire before settling back on you.

“i didn’t mean to… mess things up y/n,” he says, his voice low, the words coming out slower than usual, almost like he’s weighing each one. “i know i’ve been a dumbass, and i shouldn’t have let things go the way they did.”

you don’t respond right away, unsure of how to react. the apology feels different from how he usually talks. no jokes, no distractions. it felt genuine this time.

“i just didn’t know how to fix it. i didn’t want to hurt you.”

you finally look at him, really look at him, and for the first time in what feels like forever, the guarded walls you’ve built up start to crack. the sincerity in his eyes catches you off guard. he isn’t perfect, far from it, but in this moment, he’s trying.

“i’m sorry.” he says again, a little softer this time, his gaze searching yours for something, anything at this point that will tell him he’s not too late.

you take a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything unsaid settle between you. the fire crackles softly, its warmth offering comfort. you nod, your voice barely more than a whisper.

“i know.”

for a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of the fire and the quiet hum of the night. he swiftly pulls out his phone, his fingers moving quickly across the screen. when he turns it toward you, you raise an eyebrow.

“i made this for you. a playlist. i was going to send it, but then… i don’t know. i just never did.”

“a playlist?”

“yeah. thought you might like it. it’s just songs that… reminded me of you.”

you glance at the phone screen as the first few notes of a song begin to play. it’s familiar, and it feels like it belongs in this moment, the soft melodies enveloping you both. you close your eyes for a moment, letting the music fill the space between you, the tension in your chest slowly unwinding.

without even thinking, you lean your head against his shoulder. the touch is soft, tentative, but it feels right. he stays still, his warmth grounding you. he gently places his hand over yours and gives it a light squeeze.

the warmth from the fire, the music, and the simple closeness between you both settle into something almost peaceful. the weight of everything that’s happened between you two, the fights and the misunderstandings, feels a little more manageable in the quiet of the night.

he doesn’t say anything more— he doesn’t need to. the music speaks for him.

in that moment, you both sit together, letting the world outside fade away.

wc: 2.1k

notes: long awaited update... :D finally done with this sem!! on a small trip rn and ill be back on mon <3 taglist is also closed!! thank u to all the ppl who asked to be apart of it!!

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love-fictional-ppl · 9 months ago

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Bf!James Headcanons

Summary: sfw + nsfw headcanons for bf!james

Pairings: James Potter x gryffindor!fem!reader, platonic!marauders x fem!reader, platonic!lily evans x fem!reader

Warnings: language, James is a simp, nsfw stuff duh, underage drinking, switch!james, boobjobs, mention of pegging, cum (idk i think im js kinda fascinated by cum), oral(male and female receiving), breeding, slight choking, contraceptives, way more I just don’t feel like listing.

A/N: characters are set in their 7th year.

SFW:

First off, we all know this man is a simp for his girl. Like he is down bad.

This man will go and buy you candy from Honeydukes, he will buy you all sorts of stuffed animals, you name it.

Give him homemade gifts! He loves it! Collages, bracelets, small gift baskets, flowers and flower crowns

James absolutely loves when you have a shared class with him, the way you walk hand in hand to the class and sit a seat away from him. He constantly is passing notes back and forth with you and getting in trouble for it, but he doesn’t care one bit.

Sirius loves to tease James for how “pussy whipped” he is. James can’t even deny it.

Permanent puppy dog eyes when he looks at you.

Surprisingly good at gossiping with.

You steal his clothes and he is perfectly fine with it, in fact he prefers it. Sometimes he’ll even bring you a random piece of his clothing bc he wants you to wear it.

You were James’ date to the Yule ball. Sirius spiked the punch. Remus was a victim of the punch.

Oh god. One time the marauders went out to the shrieking shack and got super drunk, James wouldn’t stop whining for you. When the boys came back they sent Lily to fetch you. You got stuck sitting with one very intoxicated James Potter in the common room, you both wound up falling asleep on one of the sofas. The next morning you were woken up by James running to throw up.

Loves to take you on picnics next to the Black Lake. This boy can’t help spoiling you.

He just sneaks in the kitchens and the house elves give him all the food for your dates.

James’ parents adore you, their house is practically your second home.

You come to every quidditch game, you wear one of his scarves and wear as much gryffindor clothing as you can.

You scream James’ name and cheer for him, you give him a kiss after each game and you give him a little more than kiss when they win.

Play with his hair. He will start purring.

He smells like grass, sandalwood, cigarettes from sitting next to Sirius and aftershave

Will use your lotion, perfume, lipgloss, chapstick, boy don’t care.

NSFW:

Oh my lord. James is in love with your body. He wants to touch every part of you all the time.

mating press, full Nelson, cowgirl, missionary are his favorite positions. And let me tell you, he knows how to hit.

Boob jobs. He’s obsessed with them, he loves to make it messy by cumming all over your face and tits.

Ultimately James is a sub leaning switch. He’ll fuck you just how you want tho don’t worry.

James loves trying new things. He will come to you with porno magz he snatched from Sirius asking you timidly if you want to do that stuff.

He has the highest sex tolerance ever. James’ always hard and always needs to go, he can fuck 3-4 rounds b4 he’s down.

Peg him.

He’s so loud when he’s subbing. James will moan and whine and babble at you. When he’s in charge tho… he’ll dirty talk and groan and grunt, occasionally a whimper.

He loves to cum on you, on your face, tits, ass, thighs, pussy. He wants to see you drenched in it. He loves how messy and gross you look after.

James loves to cum inside of you also, he has a massive breeding kink. He will keep pumping you with his loads, so make sure to tell him to stop and learn sum morning after spells.

Prefers giving head over receiving. Don’t get me wrong, he loves blowjobs but he loves the taste of your pussy a tad bit more. James eats like a god too. He will overstimulate you just so he can slurp up your juices.

The blowjobs are great in their own way, the soft warmth of your mouth, how expertly you work his cock, oh and the gag reflex that drives him crazy. He almost busts on the spot.

He loves to fuck you in the showers after his games, his way of blowing off steam. After a particularly hard game, his hand may snake around your throat causing your vision to blur and you to lose your breath.

Getting handled by James is the definition of getting manhandled like a rag doll. He forgets his own strength.

He hates condoms, would rather pull out or some other contraceptive.

Baby is definitely a pervert and steals your panties, you know but just don’t care since he always returns them. He takes them to sniff and lick sometimes James wraps them around his cock and masturbates to the thought of your tight little cunt.

He is a fan of degradation and praise, giving and receiving.

Mommy kink. He will suck on your tits too, if you could produce milk, he would love it. Just wants you to baby him.

He has really sensitive nipples, do what you want with this info.

Good with after care, he’ll clean himself up then grab washcloth and wipe you down, afterwards lying down, cuddling you and thanking you.

Not proofread! I was bored ash so do what u want with this😭 ngl I kinda wanna write a stepdad!james fic next

#harry potter #hp universe #james potter x reader #james potter smut #james potter #james potter x fem!reader #marauders era #marauders #smut #bf!james potter #sub!james potter #fluff #i love james potter

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alpaca-clouds · 5 months ago

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So, which Drow House kidnapped Halsin?

Fuck it. This morning @adelar-plays posted this excerpt of the dialogue you can have with Halsin about his time as, well, a sex slave to the drow. tl;dr: If you play as a drow with a noble background in the game, you get some extra dialogue options and through it learn that the House Halsin had been captured by was not just destroyed, but is looked upon very poorly by other drow. Badly enough that working for any surviving members might get you into trouble.

And my very first thought about it was: Wait, was he captured by House Oblodra? (Aka: Araj's House?) Sure, Araj does not react to him or he to Araj (Or does he? Has anyone tried?), but Araj's dialogue does imply that she was fairly young when House Oblodra fell.

However, there are other options of course. Let me go through them all.

Now, what we know: Halsin is about 350 years old. This happened when he was a "young druid" (though your guess is as good as mine what he might consider "young"). And it definitely happened before the Shadowcurse was cast. So at the very least he escaped the Underdark more than a hundred years ago.

So, the drow house in question must have fallen between about 300 and 100 years ago. That much is fairly certain. So, between ca. 1190 and 1390DR.

Before I go into the list of possible Houses, let me quickly go into what the houses are:

The drow are a matriarchal people, and usually group themselves into Houses. The most apt comparison for those Houses - at least among the drow of Menzoberrazan - is basically mafia families, that are usually organized around one matriarch. Most of the Houses have their own little army, and just tons, and tons of slaves. (Look, in Menzo there is about 5 slaves for every drow living there. Most slaves are goblins or minotaurs, but there are also other races.) The Houses are in constant rivalry with each other to become the most influencial House of the city. And if you as a drow do not belong to a House, you are basically worthless.

So, which Houses were disbanded in the timeframe?

House Celofraie got destroyed in a conflict with House Agrach Dyrr in 1367 DR. We do not know the reason, but it was probably simply a rivalry between the Houses. The same goes for House Mlin'thobbyn and House Syr'thaerl.

House Do'Urden is one that we know a lot about, duh, because Drizzt is such an important character for the lore. The House was originally very important, but lost the favor of Lolth after Drizzt saved a normal elven kid on the surface. This led to the destruction of the House in 1338 DR.

House Elec'thil got destroyed at some point between 1327 and 1367 DR. The exact reason was never given.

House Bron'tej got destroyed in 1227 after a conflict with House Barrison Del'Armgo.

House Kenafin and House Horlbar were disbanded in 1383 DR, though the members of both Houses together formed the new House of Melarn.

House Srune'Lett nearly started a drow civil war and got subsequently destroyed in 1372 DR.

House Tuin'Tarl got destroyed in 1383 DR, after trying to attack House Kenafin and House Horlbar. In a revenge attack, obviously.

House Teken'duis had a rivalry with House Freth. When trying to assassinate their leaders, they failed - and in return the family fell into shame and was susequently executed by the ruling council of the city. This was in 1319DR.

House DeVir formed an alliance with some gnomes in an attempt to overthrow one of the other houses. Because Lolth hates everything not-drow, they lost the favor of Lolth. House Do'Urden took advantage of this and destroyed the House in 1297.

House Oblodra, as we all knew, allied with some illithids. Now mind you, this was seen as somewhat okay for about 2000 years, allowing some members of the house to develop psionic magic. Until some members of the members of the house got about the same idea that Gortash and Durge had: "Hey, if we use magic on the tadpoles and put them into people's brains, we can mind control them and take over the city." Which went about as well as it went for Gort and Durge, ending with the destruction of the House and Exile of all members in 1358DR. It should be noted that this is the one house, where Lolth took an active role in their distruction, sending demons to destroy them.

So, based on this information and the dialogue that was shared...

Again, I will disregard the entire "when I was young", because your guess is as good as mine to what Halsin considers "young". But the other information given there is more interesting: The fact that if you associated with the House, you might lose the favor of other drow/might actually get into trouble.

Because to me that tells me that the House in question was not destroyed in a rivalry. So we can disregard pretty much all of the Houses that were destroyed in a simple conflict with another House of the city without any further information given. It makes me assume that the House in question has lost the favor of Lolth, making them outcasts among the other Lolth-alligned drow.

That leaves the potential candidates of:

House Do'Urden

House DeVir

House Oblodra

With the vague possibility that it could also be Teken'duis. With them it is not quite clear whether they still have the favor of Lolth or not.

So, yeah. It could obviously also have been a not before named House in the city. But if it is among one of the Houses in question, it should be one of those three (or four).

Make of that what you want. One way or another, there is a chance that either Drizzt, Viconia, or Araj might have met him - even if they do not remember him necessarily. Given that to them he might have just been "another slave".

Bonus:

Since we know that he was with the House for 3 years, before he escaped in the chaos of the House being destroyed, we can also calculate Halsin's age at the time.

If he had been a prisoner of House Do'Urden, he would have been around 190 to 200 years at the time. Had he been a prisoner of House DeVir, he would have been between 150 and 160 years. And had he been a prisoner of House Oblodra, he would have been 210 to 220 years old. (Just rough estimates, as I do not assume he is exactly 350 years old.)

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #halsin #halsin silverbough #menzoberranzan #dnd drow #house do'urden #drizzt do'urden #house devir #house oblodra #viconia devir #araj oblodra

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uluvjay · 6 months ago

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First love-C. Caufield

Dad! Cole Caufield x daughter x mom! Reader

In which Cole’s daughter finds love on the playground

Warnings?; slight cursing, protective Cole, small kissing, def some errors so i apologize!

Can be read as a continuation of this but doesn’t have to be!

Cole turned around at the sound of the front door opening, moving away from the kitchen island and stepping into the hall he found you and your four year old taking off your shoes.

“Is that my Rosie girl?” He called out, a large smile taking over his face as her little head snapped up at the sound of his voice, his heart warming as a bright smile took over her face.

“Daddy!” She squealed and quickly took off towards her father, little legs launching herself off the ground and into his arms.

“Hi baby.” He greeted the small girl, placing kisses all over her face causing her contagious giggles to echo throughout the hallway.

He pulled back when he felt your hand on his shoulder, “Hi honey.” He smiled placing a soft kiss on your cheek as he still held his daughter tight in his arms.

He followed behind you as you entered the kitchen, greeting the boys as it was summer and your lake house was packed after a morning session of golf.

“Uncle Alex!” Rosie exclaimed at the sight of the curly haired man, wiggling out of her father’s grip and into the arms of the center.

“Hey cutie, did you have fun at the park?” He asked.

The question caused a small laugh to escape your throat from where you stood making Rosie a sandwich for lunch.

“Why don’t you tell everyone who you met at the park today bug?” You spoke up, a smirk taking over your face.

“Oh! I met the love of my life today!”

You watched as the kitchen turned so silent that you could hear a pin drop, your husband’s face turning pale as his jaw fell open, the faces of your friends matching his.

“I’m sorry? You met who?” Brock was the first to speak up, not liking one bit that his niece just stated she was in love.

“The love of my life duh!, his name was..uh-mommy? What was his name?” The little girl questioned with a confused look on her freckled face.

“Jackson” you reminded her.

“Right! Jackson, we played on the swings, he gave me some of his gold fishies, and then we held hands, and he gave me a hug before we left!” She beamed recalling some of what the two four year olds got up to today.

Cole couldn’t stop himself as he surged forward and scooped his daughter from his friend’s arms, setting the small girl counter he boxed her in with his arms on each side.

“Listen bug..you only played together right? Like swings, running around, going on the slide and stuff you didn’t kiss him after your hug right?” The man asked the four year old so seriously that you would think he was going over contract negotiations.

“Ewww no daddy! That’s only for adults.” She stuck her tongue out at the idea as she shook her head no.

“Good because you know that boys have cuties and that the-“

“Cole!” You scolded the man, slapping his shoulder.

“What?! I don’t want her to think it’s okay to flirt with little dirt balls.” he argued, his arms flaring out.

“He’s right Rosie, boys are gross.” Trevor spoke up from where he rested against the counter.

“But you’re a boy uncle Z, so are you daddy, and uncle Brock, and grandpa, and uncle ale-“

You were the one to cut your daughter off before she could go into naming every boy she’d ever met, “Honey why don’t you go sit at your table and eat your lunch? You can watch some Bluey for a bit while you eat.”

The young girl perked up at the mention of food and a tad bit of screen time, seeing as she didn’t get much iPad time she took what she could get.

Cole helped the small girl off the counter and grabbed her iPad from its spot on the counter before handing it over to you as you two walked out of the kitchen and to her little eating area.

“So you know this means that we have to find this kid and teach him a lesson right? He shouldn’t have even talked to-“ your hand connecting to the back of Jacks head shut him up quickly, looking like a scolded child.

“I know you were not just going to plan beating up a four year old.” You laughed, hands on your hips as you looked at the young man.

“He has a point honey, I mean who was this kid anyway?” Cole spoke up, his stance quickly mirroring yours.

You shook your head at your husband, a laugh breaking free, “He was actually really sweet and I talked with his mom the entire time at the park while they ran around. He picked her flowers and everything, even told her that her freckles were pretty.” You smirked knowing it would piss Cole off even more that the boy went as far as to compliment Rosie.

“He what?!”

“Oh calm down, it was harmless and we even set up a play date for Saturday morning at the park.” You shrugged.

“Well boys, clear your calendars for Saturday morning. We’ve got plans.” Cole spoke up and you could do nothing but shake your head as the kitchen full of grown men agreed with him.

When Saturday morning rolled around Cole was packed and ready to go, his Honda odyssey packed and loaded for a morning at the park.

Thankfully you were able to shake the heard of hockey players that originally wanted to join you and it only ended up being you three as you arrived to the park.

Rosie was excited all morning and the night before, ready to see her friend again and to play.

The girls eyes lit up at the sight of Jackson once you made it into the playground, her little hand waving around so fast you were scared it was going to fall off.

“Jackson!” She cheered as she ran towards him for a hug.

“Hi Rosie! I like your shirt.” He greeted, pointing to the trolls characters on her shirt.

“Thank you! I like your hat.” She replied.

“Oh hell no.” Cole grumbled going to step forward but your hand on his arm and stern look in your eyes had him stopping in his tracks.

You greeted Jackson’s mom as the two kids ran off introducing Cole, sitting on a bench you two caught up on your week while Cole’s gaze was locked tight on the kids.

His hand clenching tightly against his yeti every time Jackson’s hand so much as brushed Rosie, but he hid his death stare for the child every time his mom looked over or anytime Rosie did.

After about twenty minutes of running around the two came back for a drink and took off again until Jackson had to go to the bathroom, his mom taking him quickly leaving just you and Cole as Rosie continued to run around.

“See he’s not bad, plus she’s just making friends.” You nudged him.

He grumbled in response, one arm crossing over his chest as he leaned back more into the bench, his quarter-zip tightening around his strong arms as he kept an eye on Rosie.

“She said she was in love.” He pointed out.

“Cole she’s just a kid” you laughed, “She doesn’t know what love means, she just knows that everyone in her life that she has fun with and that makes her laugh she says I love you to.”

The man shook his head in denial, determined to hate the young boy for the way he was making his daughter feel. To him she was his little baby and no boy deserved even a drop of her time, she has all the people she needs.

Cole continued to watch intently for the next hour or so until Jackson and his mom had to get going, you exchanging your goodbye as the kids did the same.

This time however when pulling back, Jackson’s lips landed on Rosie’s cheek but he was quick to run off before anyone had time to react.

“I-did he..did he just kiss her?!?” Cole choked, hundreds of emotions and thoughts running through his mind as he processed what he just witnessed.

Cole was flabbergasted as you broke out into giggles, finger pointed at him as you bent over holding your stomach tightly.

“What are you laughing at?! He kissed her! He put his lips on my babies cheek.” He shook his head, heart racing as he noticed the blush on your daughter’s cheek as she turned back towards you two.

“Your face! It was to good.” You laughed, picking up your bag as you held Rosie’s hand in your larger one.

Cole groaned as he stood as well and led the way to the car, he couldn’t believe the little shit actually had the nerve to kiss his babygirl.

Rosie babbled on as you put her in her car seat, Cole already situated in the drivers seat listening intently as she went on to talk about all the things her and Jackson did.

She continued her rundown as you guys got on the road, telling you about how he held her hand again and kept telling her he really likes her freckles.

“Oh and he asked me to marry him but I told him I had to ask my mommy and daddy first.” The four year old shrugged.

“HE WHAT?!”

#cole caufield x reader #cole caufield imagine #cole caufield fluff #cole caufield #nhl #nhl fanfiction #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #montreal canadiens #cole caufield x you #hockey blurb #hockey fluff

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robilover · 7 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/chernkii/752425029673828352/its-my-pleasure-to-meet-you-my-name-is-robin?source=share

-🐣 anon (can u see the link? It's a knight!robin 🥺)

AAAAHHH KNIGHT ROBIN!! I loved how the artist drew her, she’s so charming. thank you for reminding me of that beautiful art, 🐣 anon <33

Medieval!AU: Knight!Robin Headcanons !

pairing(s): knight!robin x princess!reader

cw: purely sfw, men and homophobes dni.

god, imagine knight!robin being your knight in shining armor, who’s assigned to be (mainly) by your side!! she vowed to protect you, the beloved princess of her kingdom.

she would always wait down the stairs every morning when you wake up to greet you with a smile. as soon as you reach where she was at, she would hold out her hand to you and take your hand in hers, planting a soft kiss on your knuckles. you would blush every time she does this because of how charming she is!

“good morning, my lady!” robin greets you with a smile.

“good morning, robin. I thought I told you to call me by my name?” you replied with a shy smile. robin let out a soft chuckle at that before replying.

“oh, my apologies, my la— I mean, y/n.” she smiled, as you could’ve sworn that your heart skipped a beat at her smile and the way she said your name.

since she is always by your side, she would be very protective of you!

you would always have to reassure her that nothing will happen since she’s there for you. you feel very protected whenever she’s around. she’s a very skilled and trained knight, after all!

“my princess.. er, y/n, are we heading to the woods? you know that you are forbidden there,” robin said with a concerned and worried tone. “if the king finds out, he might replace me with a stricter knight..”

“don’t worry, robin! it’ll only be for a little while. it’s fine, he won’t,” you giggled as you led her to the woods. she sighed and decided to go along with you.

as soon as you reached a stream, you took your shoes off and went over to the water. robin was quite surprised at this but decided to just take her armor off and follow you. duh, she’s still wearing something underneath that armor of hers.

both of you were then just playing in the stream, your feet both in the water as you both splashed at each other, giggling like two people in love.

...some of the knights caught the both of you all wet because of the water. one of them decided to snitch (out of jealousy) and told the king about it.

the king, your father, scolded you and robin for going into the forest without permission. it was dangerous, you could’ve been in danger, he said. however, you did your best in defending yourself, by which robin did as well—she did most of the talking.

in the end, the king couldn’t resist both of you. you are his beloved and only daughter his kingdom has. besides, he entrusted robin with you and he was glad that you weren’t hurt; he dismissed both of you.

you were escorted by robin to your room. you could hear her sigh.

“I told you that the king will find out.” she chided softly. you let out a small giggle.

“but it ended up well, no?” you shrugged. it was your turn to sigh, but it was out of fondness.

“thank you, robin.” you would say as you leaned up and kissed her on the cheek. without waiting for her response, you went in your room, closing the door at robin’s face.

robin was left dumbfounded, her hand reaching up to her cheek as she blushed. she held back the urge to squeal as she earned a kiss from her princess! ah, what a happy day for the knight <33

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail imagines #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x female reader #robin honkai star rail #hsr robin #honkai star rail robin #hsr robin x reader #hsr robin x female reader #hsr robin x you #robin x reader #robin x female reader #hsr robin fluff #wlw #I love knight robin #🐣 anon

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usoinked · 23 days ago

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🖤I Walk The Line🖤 (Possessive Jey Uso X Obsessive Reader)

Summary: You are obsessed with Jey Uso. There wasn’t suppose to be anything more to you two than friends with benefits since neither of you were looking for a relationship. However, you just can’t help yourself and once he comes to the realization of loving you, it seems he can’t help himself either 👀

CW: Explicit Language, Unprotected P in V, Crying (from pleasure duh😏), Daddy Kink, Sexual Undertones, Smut, 18+ MDNI

Enjoy🌚🩶

You and Jey Uso were suppose to be nothing more than a situationship. Unfortunately for the both of you, things did NOT go as planned. You had always had an eye out for him even though you both were already friends and he warned you of not looking for anything serious, that warning went in one ear and out the other. You craved that man. Even though you knew, your feelings for him were inevitable and you’d do the one thing you promised yourself not to, you still found yourself face down in the sheets every time he had a free weekend or even a free day. If Jey wasn’t at your apartment fucking you senseless into those pink sheets that adorned your bed, you’d always get off yourself to one of the MANY photos you both took together. God those eyes…those eyes he made you stare into every single time he made your body convulse and your legs shake. It was all worth it because it was only for him. Obsessive was the right word but it went beyond that, you didn’t even give any other man the time of day let alone, let one explore your body. No one and you meant, no one, could do the things that Jey Uso did to you. You promised not to blow up his phone but sometimes, you’d push your limits. It started with simple “Good Mornings” everyday then short conversations, which gave you the biggest pain in your chest. He was so dry and that shit drove you mad but you’d soothe yourself with a photo of him or even one of the many audios you had in your phone of the sessions you two indulged in. You technically shouldn’t even be hurt or mad over this because you knew what it was from the beginning, but you also knew he was busy doing shows and possibly hanging out with his friends after that, which was the perfect time to send a suggestive photo. Instead of moping about it like you use to, you decided that if you really wanted his attention, you could always throw on a tight dress or full on lingerie and he’d immediately respond. That was the game you played and you were damn good at it.

Last time you wore an extremely tight dress but this time…you’d go even further. Trying something different, you got up and stalked toward your walk in closet with an evil smile on your face before scanning through the selection of lingerie sets. “Hmmm” you hummed before seeing a perfect black lingerie set with small red roses adorned all over the fabric before you slipped off your robe and slowly starting to replace your naked body with even less fabric ironically. And today is Friday so you knew he had a show tonight and making him wait was the perfect way to get him riled up so when he got here, he could take out any pent up frustration out on your body. And you would love every second of it.

Unbeknownst to you though, with every session you both had, he couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to mark you as his. Nobody but his. Though it would go against everything you two talked about, it still didn’t stop the thoughts that crossed his mind. Your moans, your convulsions, your body, and being at his mercy drove him to damn near insanity. The thought of someone else having you like this pissed him all the way off. He didn’t even know why he was so upset, it’s not like you did anything with anyone else but even if you did, he wouldn’t have any right to be upset either. He was the one who said, it was nothing serious.

Flashback

“Aye listen, you know I ain’t no liar and I ain’t even finna lead you on like that. What we did…what we doin’, it ain’t nothing serious ight? Between work and this, I don’t have no time for no relationship. If you start catching feelings, imma have to end it. You got me?”

“Josh, how long have we been friends now? I’m cool with being friends with benefits. I’m not looking for a relationship now either.” Now you know damn well….but if it meant keeping Josh and being able to feel his touch, his tongue on your body, and his dick inside of you. None of that mattered….well at least you couldn’t make it known. You had been craving that man for years and to just have him give you that attention in that way, even if it was nothing serious, was way more than enough for you.

Present Day

Damn. Why the fuck did I say that shit bruh? Jey thought to himself before the buzzing of his phone completely dissipated his thoughts. Upon opening the notification, his jaw immediately clenched. The middle of his pants tightened immediately and he scowled knowing he had a match in just a few minutes. But damn. He had to admit you looked so fucking beautiful. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse….or better for him later, three more photos made their way on his screen. One was just you bent over the bed in front of the mirror with your ass in the air, another with you sitting on the bed making sure your clevage was in full view and your legs were spread wide open, and the last…semi innocent one was a selfie of you playfully biting your index fingernail while sitting on top of the bathroom sink. However…that fourth one, he could tell you set up the camera for that one because you were not only having your legs gapping open with your thongs completely off, exposed but your boobs were also on full display. As his eyes scanned from the bottom to top, his hand rested just a few inches above his bulge seeing the top part of the lingerie also gone as you held up a long red dildo that was around the size of Jey’s dick. He shuffled in his seat before immediately opening your contact and getting angrier by the second the more it rung.

A smile graced your lips as you seen Jey’s face grace your screen, his picture showing the perfect set of grills that graced his bottom teeth. God you loved every detail of that man, that’s why you spent more time admiring that photo than answering the phone in a timely manner. Just before the phone stopped ringing you answered before chuckling the moment the man’s voice boomed through the other end of the phone.

“The hell is you doin’? I’m over here trying to prep for a fuckin’ match and yo ass over here naked and shit sending photos to me bruh!”

“Oh relax, I’m just prepping for you when you get home daddy. You like how I look though?”

“Aye, Y/N, I’m telling you right now. Yo ass even think about gettin’ off without me there, you ain’t walkin’ tomorrow. You hear me?”

God you loved it when he threatened you like that. The way a simple threat from him made your pussy throb was nothing short of ridiculous but it only showed how much you needed that man. “You’re not here to stop me and who knows when you’ll get here. I don’t know if I wanna wait that long or if I can.”

“Yo stop playin’ with me Y/N.”

“Or what?”

“Ight. Bet” He said before hanging up the phone which made you bite your lip smirking knowing it was gonna be one of those nights.

The room was filled with not only the scent of sex but it was also a mix of musk, your perfume, and Jey’s growls. “What did I tell you huh?” Jey whispered in your ear as his strong hands were wrapped around your neck like a necklace that was never meant to be taken off. You were currently on your back with your legs around his waist completely mindless focused on nothing but Jey’s length pushing in and out of you.

“Answer me, Y/N or I swear I’ll stop” he said his movements getting slower showing he was deadass serious.

Wanting him to continue, you forced words out through your moans. “N-Not to…pl-ay with y-you” you cried out as your back arched at him suddenly returning to a pace quicker than before while staring at you. As you tried to buck your hips, he quickly pushed them back down with his other hand that was currently occupied holding your waist. “Oh nah, none of that babygirl. You ain’t in control no more remember?” He said before slowly taking his hand from around your neck and gliding it over your clit knowing how sensitive you were.

With every touch, glide, and thrust your body felt like it was in complete heaven. The way your legs trembled around Jey’s waist proved just how much your body needed this. Need him. It was like he was the perfect puzzle piece that fit right next to yours. He was your soulmate. The man you fantasized about all these years, wanted, craved, neeeded so desperately. You were obsessed with this man and you knew it, even if he didn’t know or get the hint by now, he’d know very soon one way or another. You didn’t know how long you could keep this to yourself. Without a second thought, your arms found themselves wrapped around his neck pulling him closer staring deep into his eyes completely unable to look away. I love you Joshua. That phrase echoed in your mind as if you said it out loud in a completely empty room.

Staring at him and moaning still only pushed him closer and closer to release but he wasn’t letting you get yours just yet. Just as your legs began shaking uncontrollably and you felt that knot in your stomach about to break, Jey’s hand completely disappeared from your clit leaving you in shock as a large smirk appeared across his face. “You thought I was finna let you cream on me and you was playing in my face earlier? Nah beg for it ma.”He said before seeing you whine.

“J-Josh p-please…” you mumbled not being able to finish due to how great he felt. “Speak up ma, I can’t hear nothin’ you sayin.” He said sternly, his voice being dangerously low. “P-please let me cum!” You whined as tears slipped from your eyes due how bad you wanted to release all over this man and show just how much you were holding in while he was away. God he loved it when you cried, just to see you in such a state made the feeling he had to claim you even worse but before you know it his finger was back on your clit and his thrusts became more and more sloppy. All it took was a whisper from him, “Let it out baby, I gotchu”.

SNAP. The way the knot that had been denied so long, came undone suddenly send waves throughout your entire body as you trembled around Jey. “Fuck babygirl” he grunted as with one final thrust he let out his entire seed into you without even thinking twice.

Through heavy gasps and your bodies slowly coming down its high, you stared up at his face before letting your thoughts translate to words not even thinking. “I love you Joshua.” That stopped the man dead in his tracks as he pulled away slightly but still kept his gaze fixated on you. Damn bruh. I know I said I wasn’t ready for a relationship but with her…..fuck it. The thought of you moaning for another man, desiring another man, even looking at another man, he couldn’t take it. And he wouldn’t, because without even responding, you suddenly found yourself in a very familiar position. It was secretly your favorite, doggy style. It was as if you were prey being hunted by a predator from behind, you were the prey and Jey was the predator. Your predator. The way his rough hands glided across your body and with every touch, your folds coiled around him giving him all the encouragement he needed.

“You love me?” He said before pulling out to where only the tip was inside of you before quickly slamming back inside making you let out a loud moan. “I told you I was gon’ end this shit if you got too attached, but nah. Forget all that, this right here, this mine. You’re mine now.”

Jey gripped your hair and twisted it once around using his hands, using them as a hair tie as his free hand rested on your hips pulling you back to him with each thrust. “Say that shit again.” He commanded and you agreed each time. You would say it however many times he needed because it was the truth. You loved him. You were obsessed with him. Obsessed with the artwork on his body, obsessed with the grills that adorned his bottom teeth, obsessed with the way he talked to you, looked at you, and treated you. You wanted everything that came with Jey Uso and Jey Uso himself. “I l-love y-you!” You cried out as your hands gripped the sheets around you and threw your head back in pure ecstasy.

Nah. Fuck that. No other man was having this. No other man was having you. You were his and he was yours. “That’s it ma, get use to sayin’ it. Cuz from now on, you’re mine. Understand me, huh?” He spoke as he kept pounding you along with each word. This was exactly what you wanted, to be claimed by the one man your heart and body yearned for. The same way you were obsessed with him, he was possessive over you. And that’s the EXACT way you wanted it.

“Yes s-sir!” You cried out as his other hand came down on your ass, hard. “This ass belongs to me. This pussy belongs to me. You belong to me.” He growled out slamming into you even harder before that same hand glided over to your clit leaving you breathless as your entire body began to shake again. A satisfied grin found its way on Jey’s face knowing your clit was your weakness due to how overly sensitive it was. His breath felt like fire against your ear but it made your pussy so much wetter than it already was and he knew it. “Look at how wet you are, you wanna cream on it don’t you huh?” The way your body shook on its own with each flick of his finger was sending you over the edge. You gripped the sheets so much, you were sure your fingernail indents would be printed on your hands but you didn’t care. All of it would be a reminder of tonight and it would be printed in your mind like wallpaper. “Let it out ma, all for me” he said before you felt something wet glide across your neck and that was it.

Your legs suddenly felt completely useless as you felt the knot in your stomach completely snap. Your moans could no longer be heard for just a moment from the shock of it all before a loud drawn out gasp came from your lips. His tongue was the key to getting you to lose control every. single. time. You couldn’t even register anything until you felt something warm pool inside of you and all you could do was let out of another moan of satisfaction before smiling being extremely greatful he didn’t bother pulling out. At first, he use to pull out and leave you empty and wanting more but recently he started not to bother. He stopped using condoms a few weeks ago and you were more than happy that you would even have the luxury of carrying his child one of these days.

A long passionate kiss graced your lips from Jey as he still held a grip on your hair, though it was possessive, you also could tell it was mixed with love and care. As he pulled away, he stared at you a moment before a sly smile crossed his lips. “Damn, Y/N. You obsessed, huh?”

You could only turn to him and smile lazily before nodding. “And you’re possessive.”

He chuckled low, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle. “You have no idea, babygirl.” His voice dropped, thick with something unspoken as his thumb grazed your lower lip, possessively. “I know I said I was gon end this if you caught feelings but you can forget all that. You not goin’ nowhere now and neither am I.”

You met his eyes, a mix of admiration and something darker flashing in yours. “You love me don’t you?” you whispered, the words dripping with anticipation as your heart skipped a beat.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Yeah, I do.” He said before planting a soft tender kiss on your earlobe and letting go of your hair gently. His slowly pulled out with a soft pop before he turned you to him and snaked his arm around you. His grip was firm, possessive, but still full of care as you came to the realization that this was no longer a situation. It was something real, something unbreakable. Something you both wanted and needed.

Note: I kinda wrote this casually and ngl y’all will see this style a lot more if I come up with ideas on a whim🌚 also I didn’t proofread this PFFT so if there’s any spelling errors I’m sorryyy

Note #2: Thank you for reading! Reblogs are appreciated if you enjoyed!! 🖤

Divider Credit: @dollywons & @inklore

#Spotify #jey uso #wwe fanfiction #fanfic #wwe #x reader #jey uso smut #wwe fandom #smut #18+ mdni #wwe smut #wwe imagine #jey uso x reader #possessive #obsessive love

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mayajadewrites · 7 months ago

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imagine levi teaching his twins how to pour tea

✦ content warnings: none. this is fluff and cuteness :) we luv soft levi in this house

"Sweetheart, if you hold it like that it could fall and the cup will break." Levi is sat between the two children you share at the dining table. They're twins: a boy and a girl. They just turned 5.

The boy's name is Levi. Even though his father protested, you insisted on keeping the name Levi Ackerman going for generations.

The girl, Eden, which means paradise, is a spitting image of Levi inside and out. Both the kids resemble him more, but she is truly almost a clone of him.

Morning tea was a tradition in the Ackerman house, one that you all take very seriously. You and your family enjoy a cup of tea before starting your day.

"Daddy I can do it myself!" Eden swatted Levi's hand away as she carefully held the teacup the exact way her father does.

Little Levi had more trouble with pouring tea - his hands are shaky. Levi set his hands on his son's, assisting him in pouring you a cup of tea.

"See, you got it." Levi whispered as he kissed the top of his sons head. He glanced at Eden, who was copying the way her dad reads the newspaper every morning.

"It says this week the ice cream truck is gonna start driving around!! Is that true?!" Eden beamed.

"You can read that?" You raised your eyebrow.

"Duh mommy. Daddy taught me."

Of course he did.

You smiled at the sight. Your husband, and your two beautiful children enjoying a beautiful spring Sunday morning.

"Eden can you pour daddy a cup?" You sit down at the chair across from them. "He hasn't had his morning tea yet."

"Yes! I'm the best tea pourer there is!" She enthusiastically grabs the kettle, then pouring a cup for Levi effortlessly.

"I only showed her how to do it once." Levi placed his hand on her head, messing up her hair.

Levi moved his seat next to yours, grabbing his tea cup from the top like his daughter just was. He kissed your cheek before taking a sip. "It's perfect, Eden. Did you help mommy make the tea today?"

"I did! Mommy did most of the work though. She knows exactly how you like it!"

Levi glanced at you, his steel-grey eyes glistening in the morning sun. "She knows daddy the best." He kissed your lips softly.

"Ewwwwwwwwww." The children said in unison.

"You don't like it when I kiss mommy?" Levi smiled as he set the teacup down.

"No! She's our mommy!" Your children ran to you to hop onto your lap.

"She was mine first, brats." Levi tickled Little Levi, his giggle infectious.

You held your kids close to you, their heartbeats pressing against their little bodies.

They are a piece of you and a piece of Levi.

As the kids ran off to start playing for the day, you put your hand on your stomach, smiling at your husband. "Can't believe we'll have another little one running around."

"They will be just as perfect as the other two." Levi pressed his lips to yours gently, cradling your face in his large, calloused hand.

"If this one also looks just like you I'm done being the Ackerman baby machine." You and Levi laughed together, holding each other as the clock struck 10 AM.

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sherewrytes · 18 days ago

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Gojo x reader

Day 7. I got two more to post :) I was lit asf this weekend

Gojo Satoru had been insufferable all week. From the moment December rolled around, he started dropping birthday hints like confetti, making sure everyone at Jujutsu Tech remembered the date. It didn’t matter that Christmas was right around the corner—no, his day had to be the center of attention.

By Wednesday, you’d already heard, “December 7th, the greatest day in history,” at least 17 times. And yet, every time he started, you played it cool, steering the conversation toward Christmas.

“Babe,” he said one morning, leaning over the counter while you poured yourself some tea. “You know what day’s coming up, right?”

“Christmas?” you replied, deadpan, sipping your tea like you didn’t know exactly what he was talking about.

Satoru groaned. “No, not Christmas! My birthday, duh! What’s better than Christmas and me?”

“Hm, gingerbread cookies and snowball fights?”

He huffed dramatically, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t get enough appreciation around here.”

You stifled a grin. He was so easy to rile up, but little did he know, you’d been planning something big for weeks.

The next day, Gojo tried again, catching you in the hallway after breakfast. “So, any thoughts on what we’re gonna do for my big day? You know it’s just around the corner, right?”

You pretended to think hard, tapping a finger against your chin. “Hmm, let me see… maybe we should focus on Christmas stuff. You know, like picking out a tree or planning a secret Santa exchange at Jujutsu Tech?”

He frowned, but you could tell he wasn’t fully convinced. “Come on, Y/N, don’t play with me. We gotta celebrate my birthday in style!”

Friday morning, Satoru sidled up next to you while you were brushing your teeth, his voice low and teasing. “So, what’s the plan? Still just Christmas stuff, huh?”

You spit out the toothpaste, giving him a pointed look in the mirror. “What can I say, Satoru? I think Christmas is a big deal too.”

He sighed dramatically, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Y/N, you’re not getting it. December 7th is my day, and I want it to be special.”

You couldn’t help but smile, watching him pout. “Don’t worry, Satoru. We’ll figure something out.”

Later that day, Satoru tried one last time. He cornered you in the living room while you were sorting through some holiday decorations. “Seriously, Y/N, my birthday is in two days. What are we doing?”

You shrugged, feigning innocence. “Hmm, maybe we can just keep it simple. A cozy dinner, some cake, and a little Netflix?”

His eyes narrowed playfully. “Netflix? I need more than that, Y/N. You’re not letting me down, right?”

You leaned against the couch, sipping your coffee. “Of course not. We’ll make sure it’s memorable. How about we combine Christmas and your birthday into one big bash?”

He grunted, still not fully convinced. “I just don’t get why you’re downplaying it. I’m used to big surprises and grand celebrations.”

You shot him a smirk, trying to play it off. “Maybe I’m just not in the mood for all the fuss this year. We have so much Christmas stuff to plan, you know?”

Satoru crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. “Come on, Y/N. I know you’re planning something. You’ve been too secretive for it to just be another holiday season. What are you hiding?”

You leaned back in your seat, pretending to think about it. “Maybe I’m just trying to keep things simple. You know, a nice dinner, maybe a movie night. Just us.”

He huffed, clearly not buying it. “Nice dinner? That’s it? Y/N, that’s not enough. I want something that’s all about me!”

You chuckled, standing up and stretching. “Maybe you’re just getting old, Satoru. Can’t handle the quiet nights anymore?”

His pout deepened, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Don’t be a party pooper, Y/N. I’m telling you, you’re up to something.”

You winked at him, grabbing a blanket from the couch. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

As the week came to a close, Satoru’s frustration was palpable. “Seriously, Y/N, what’s the plan for my birthday? Don’t make me beg.”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Don’t worry, Satoru. I promise it’ll be special. We’ll figure something out.”

Gojo Satoru kept at it all week, relentlessly nagging you about his birthday. He followed you around Jujutsu Tech like a lost puppy, asking at every opportunity what you were planning. It was almost like a game to him—testing your patience while dropping hints in front of students, his voice always loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Hey, Y/N, so… any big plans for my birthday?” he would ask, catching you mid-way through a lesson on barrier techniques. You’d turn to him, eyes wide with mock innocence, shrugging nonchalantly. “Hmm, maybe I’ll just get you a cake or something.”

Gojo’s jaw would drop, and he’d throw his hands up in the air. “A cake?! Y/N, you’re supposed to do something epic! I’m the Great Gojo Satoru, after all!”

You’d chuckle, keeping your eyes on the board as you explained to a student how to hold a proper stance. “Sounds like someone’s getting a little old if they need something epic every year.”

Across the room, Geto, who was in on the surprise, couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Satoru, come on now. You can’t expect a big bash every year. Sometimes, you gotta take what you can get.”

Gojo shot Geto a glare. “You’re just jealous because you don’t get to be the center of attention as much as me.”

“Yeah, yeah, keep dreaming,” Geto replied, a smirk on his face as he patted Gojo on the back. “But seriously, Y/N’s right. Maybe just a nice dinner and some quiet time together?”

Satoru huffed, flopping into a chair dramatically. “Quiet time? Ugh, sounds boring.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Well, you might just have to settle for boring this year, Satoru.”

The teasing continued through the week, with Gojo dropping birthday hints at every turn. In the training room, after classes, even during lunch breaks, he would lean in close and whisper, “So, really, what are we doing? Just a cake?”

You’d play dumb, shrugging. “Guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

By Friday, Gojo was starting to get frustrated. He would trail you from room to room, pushing and prodding for details. “Y/N, come on, don’t be like this. You know I’m expecting something big.”

“Hmm, maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” you replied, focusing on a piece of paperwork in your hands. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out.”

Geto was growing tired of Satoru’s antics too. “Look, man, you’re just gonna have to lower your expectations. You can’t expect to outdo last year every single time.”

“Why not?” Gojo shot back, his eyes wide with mock indignation. “It’s my birthday! The best day of the year!”

You chuckled, walking past him as you headed out of the room. “It’s just one day, Satoru. There’s always next year for something bigger.”

Gojo followed after you, his steps quickening as he tried to cut you off. “You can’t do me dirty like this, Y/N! I know you’re planning something!”

You didn’t look up from your phone as you continued walking. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. You’ll just have to find out when it happens.”

“Ugh, you’re impossible!” he groaned, throwing his hands up in the air as he followed you out of the building.

As you made your way to the parking lot, Gojo caught up to you, his voice softer now, a hint of desperation. “Come on, Y/N, just a little hint? I’m dying here.”

You stopped in your tracks, turning to face him with a smile. “Sorry, Satoru, no hints. You’ll just have to be surprised.”

He let out a dramatic sigh, crossing his arms. “Fine, but I swear, Y/N, if it’s not big, I’m going to be very disappointed.”

You reached out, giving him a playful nudge. “Don’t worry, Satoru. I think you’ll like it. Just a little bit of patience, okay?”

He huffed but nodded, his gaze softening. “Alright, alright. I’ll be patient. For you.”

“Good,” you replied, patting his arm before turning to walk away. “Now, go practice some jujutsu, birthday boy. You’re gonna need it.”

Gojo watched you walk away, shaking his head with a smile. “Can’t believe you’re making me work for it.”

“Life’s tough sometimes, Satoru,” you called back over your shoulder, leaving him standing there, knowing he was dying to know what you had planned.

ojo Satoru’s sulking mood only deepened as the day wore on. You brought him a cute cupcake with his age on it and his favorite breakfast—just a small gesture to mark the day. But instead of the usual excitement and playful banter, he spent most of the day sulking around Jujutsu Tech, muttering under his breath about how unappreciated he felt.

“Really, Y/N?” he grumbled as he picked at the cupcake you handed him during breakfast. “This is all I get?”

You gave him a wry smile, shrugging as you took a bite of your own muffin. “Hey, it’s just another day, right?”

He huffed, not convinced. “Another day? You mean another boring, forgotten birthday.”

The students seemed to catch on to his mood, careful not to mention his birthday at all. Even Nanami, usually the first to rib Gojo, kept to herself, ignoring him as usual.

When Gojo tried to play it off as a joke and asked the students if they had anything special planned for him, they just handed him a card and exchanged awkward glances. Nanami barely looked up from his paperwork. “Happy birthday,” he mumbled without much enthusiasm.

Satoru’s smile dropped, replaced by a pout. “Geez, it’s like nobody cares around here,” he muttered, throwing his head back dramatically.

You watched from the sidelines, trying not to laugh at his exaggerated disappointment. “Oh, come on, Satoru. It’s just another day. Not everyone can make a big fuss over you every year.”

Gojo scowled, crossing his arms. “Yeah, yeah, keep talking, Y/N. Maybe you’ll get a taste of your own medicine one day.”

The sulking continued throughout the day. Every time someone mentioned Christmas plans, Satoru’s eyes would darken a little more, and he’d let out a disappointed sigh. Even during training, he wasn’t his usual energetic self. When you tried to crack a joke about his age, he just gave you a half-hearted smile and mumbled something about getting old.

As the day wore on, the tension in the air thickened. You could tell Satoru was expecting something more than just breakfast in bed and a cupcake. He needed a little more validation and excitement on his special day.

Finally, as the day was winding down and everyone was starting to pack up for the evening, you pulled Satoru aside. “Hey, Satoru,” you said softly, catching his eye as he walked by. “How about we go grab dinner together? I know you’re probably craving something a little more exciting than just a cupcake.”

He looked at you with a hopeful glimmer in his eyes. “Dinner, huh? That’s it?”

You gave him a teasing grin. “Well, maybe there’s more to it. You’ll have to wait and see.”

Satoru’s face lit up with a mischievous smile. “Oh, now you’re talking! Finally, some excitement!”

Just as he started to perk up a little, Geto approached with a smirk. “Hey, Satoru. I hear you’re sulking like a kid over there. You’re not getting a big bash this year, you know. Deal with it.”

Gojo rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I just want a little fun today, is that too much to ask?”

“Apparently, it is,” Geto replied, clapping him on the back. “Just another day in the life of Satoru Gojo.”

Satoru sighed, but his curiosity was piqued now. He knew something was up, even if he didn’t know what. You left him with a wink and a promise of a surprise later, and he spent the rest of the day trying to guess what it could be—though he wasn’t having much luck.

As you all made your way towards the door to leave for dinner, Gojo lagged behind a little, still brooding over his underwhelming day. “Maybe I’ll just get myself a gift,” he grumbled.

You chuckled softly, reaching out to give him a reassuring nudge. “Satoru, it’s not the end of the world. You’ll get your surprise soon.”

Gojo’s frown deepened. “Yeah, yeah. I’m sure I will.” But even as he said it, he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he was missing out on something.

As you all piled into the car for dinner, Satoru’s mood didn’t improve much. He was still sulking, but you could see the flicker of hope in his eyes, like he was expecting something more. Maybe he was starting to figure out that it wasn’t just another dull birthday.

And then, as you arrived at the restaurant, everything changed. The moment you walked in, Gojo’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but grin like a kid again. The restaurant was decked out in Christmas lights and festive decor, with a table reserved just for the two of you. It was cozy and intimate, just the way he liked it.

Satoru’s pout instantly disappeared, replaced by a wide smile. “This… this is pretty nice, Y/N.”

You grinned back at him, shrugging playfully. “Well, it’s not exactly a Digimon-themed party, but I figured we could make do.”

He laughed, his earlier sulking forgotten. “I guess you’re not as clueless as I thought.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, birthday boy. Now let’s enjoy dinner before the students crash our party.”

Satoru settled into his chair, looking around at the warm, festive ambiance. “Thanks, Y/N. This is perfect.”

You smiled warmly, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. “Anything for you, Satoru. Now, let’s just enjoy the night.”

During dinner, just as Satoru was starting to feel like everything was going wrong—like his birthday was destined to be forgettable—his phone buzzed with a message from one of the students. “Sensei, there’s an emergency. Can you come quick?”

Gojo groaned, dropping his fork with a dramatic sigh. “Of course, on my birthday,” he muttered, already reaching for his coat.

You gave him a sympathetic look. “Go on, Satoru. I’ll wait for you here.”

He sighed heavily, half-expecting more disappointment. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be back quick.”

As Satoru trudged out of the restaurant, he couldn’t help but feel like everything was going wrong. This birthday of his was turning out to be a total bust. But just as he reached the hall, his frown lifted.

The moment he stepped inside, Satoru’s jaw dropped. The entire space was transformed into a Digimon-themed wonderland. Christmas lights twinkled from every corner, and holiday decorations were scattered everywhere. But it was the Digimon that stole the show. There were life-sized Digimon figures stationed around the room—Agumon, Gabumon, and even a fluffy, inflatable Tentomon bobbing above the crowd.

Standing off to the side, Shoko handed him a Digimon-themed satchel. “Happy birthday, Satoru,” she said with a mischievous grin.

Satoru’s eyes widened as he took it. “Wait… this is…”

But before he could fully process it, Geto draped a custom-made Digimon sweater over his shoulders, chuckling. “We figured you needed a little flair for your big day, so…”

Satoru looked down at the sweater, his face lighting up with a wide smile. “This… this is awesome, guys! A Digimon bash and a Christmas party all rolled into one!”

You and the students were gathered around, watching him take it all in. Nanami, usually the one to keep Satoru in line, even had a hint of a smile on his usually stoic face. “Happy birthday, Gojo,” he mumbled, clearly trying not to look too pleased about it.

Satoru laughed heartily, turning to you with a bright grin. “You… you planned all of this?”

You shrugged, playing it cool. “Well, you’ve been hinting about Christmas and your birthday all week. Figured I could combine the best of both worlds.”

His eyes sparkled with excitement as he approached you. “This… this is perfect, Y/N. I don’t know how you always manage to surprise me like this.”

You stepped forward, looping your arms around his neck. “Happy birthday, Satoru. Looks like it wasn’t just another day after all.”

Satoru pulled you into a tight hug, holding you close as he whispered in your ear. “You really know how to make a guy feel special.”

As the evening went on, the students gathered around, enjoying the festive atmosphere and Gojo’s infectious energy. There were holiday treats, music, and games that made the night even more memorable. Satoru couldn’t wipe the grin off his face, clearly loving every moment of the Digimon-themed bash mixed with the Christmas cheer.

Every now and then, he would catch your eye from across the room and give you a look that said, “This is the best birthday ever.” And you just smiled back, knowing that this was exactly the surprise he needed. The perfect blend of birthday celebration and holiday cheer.

Gojo pulled you in for a deep kiss, his hands sliding up to cup your cheeks, his gaze unwavering as he looked you up and down. His voice was low and teasing, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “I want that for my last present, Y/N,” he murmured against your lips, his breath hot and intoxicating.

You felt your heart skip a beat at the sultry tone in his voice, a shiver of desire running down your spine. “Oh, really?” you teased back, arching an eyebrow. “Is that all you want?”

Satoru’s smile widened, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Trust me, Y/N, that’s the only present I need,” he replied, leaning in closer to press another lingering kiss to your lips. “I want you right here, right now. Just for me.”

Your pulse quickened at the intensity in his gaze, the sheer longing he conveyed in every touch. “Maybe I’ll make you work for it,” you whispered, brushing your lips against his teasingly before pulling back slightly.

Satoru’s fingers tightened around your waist, pulling you even closer until you were flush against him. “You know I’m always up for a challenge, Y/N,” he said with a low chuckle, his hands slipping down to your hips. “But if this is what I get as my last present, consider me the luckiest guy alive.”

You smiled playfully, running your hands through his hair as you kissed him again, deeper this time. “Happy birthday, Satoru,” you murmured, savoring the moment before leading him back to the lively party. “Now, let’s make sure this night is unforgettable.”

Megumi cleared his throat, his presence suddenly reminding you both where you were and bringing a wave of reality back into the room.

Satoru pulled away from you, his eyes softening as he turned to the doorway where Megumi stood, looking almost embarrassed by what he had just witnessed. “Uh, sorry, Megumi,” Satoru said with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck. “Got a little carried away there.”

You laughed softly, reaching over to give Megumi a playful nudge. “It’s okay, sweetie,” you assured him, trying to lighten the mood. “Just wanted to make sure your dad had the best birthday ever.”

Megumi’s eyes softened a bit, and he glanced at the Digimon-themed decorations around the room—balloons, streamers, and a huge cake with a Digivice on top. “This is pretty cool, huh, Dad?”

Satoru nodded, his earlier sulkiness replaced by genuine joy. “Yeah, kiddo,” he replied, tousling Megumi’s hair. “This was all for me, huh?”

“Sure was,” you said, stepping forward to put your arms around both of them. “Now, how about we eat some cake and enjoy the party?”

Megumi grinned, his earlier awkwardness replaced by excitement as he led you both to the table, already digging into the Digimon cake with enthusiasm. Satoru followed, looping his arm around your waist as you all settled in, surrounded by friends and family, ready to celebrate his birthday and the holiday season in the best way possible.

he evening unfolded in a blur of laughter and lighthearted chaos. The Digimon-themed Christmas bash was everything Gojo secretly (and not-so-secretly) dreamed of. His students, though pretending to have ignored his birthday earlier, threw themselves wholeheartedly into the festivities, from donning Digimon masks to reenacting his favorite battles from the show. Even Nanami, who had been stoically pretending the day didn’t matter, smirked ever so slightly as he passed Gojo a slice of cake.

“Don’t get used to this,” Nanami muttered, but there was no mistaking the glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

“Oh, Kento,” Gojo teased, throwing an arm around him. “I knew you couldn’t resist my charm.”

Nanami sighed, clearly regretting his moment of indulgence, but allowed it for the sake of the celebration.

You watched it all with a satisfied smile, leaning against the wall for a moment of quiet reflection. Shoko sidled up next to you, a glass of champagne in hand.

“You pulled it off,” she said with a grin, clinking her glass gently against yours. “And he’s eating it up.”

You glanced over at Satoru, who was now enthusiastically teaching Yuji and Nobara the “correct” way to do a Digimon fusion pose, his energy infectious and his earlier sulking long forgotten. “He’s like a big kid,” you said fondly.

“Big kid with a big ego,” Shoko added, but her tone was light. “Still, it’s nice to see him this happy.”

The party continued well into the evening, with everyone eventually gathering in the hall for a group photo. Gojo, ever the center of attention, pulled you into the frame, insisting you be right next to him.

As the flash went off, he whispered in your ear, “Best birthday ever.”

Later, after the guests began to filter out and the students reluctantly left for their dorms, Gojo found you cleaning up stray decorations in the now-quiet hall. His arms slipped around your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “Thank you.”

You leaned back against him, a tired but content smile playing on your lips. “For what?”

“For everything,” he said simply, turning you around to face him. His eyes, always so bright and mischievous, held a depth of gratitude that made your chest ache. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“But I wanted to,” you replied, brushing a strand of white hair away from his face. “You deserve it.”

He smiled, that cocky yet endearing grin of his. “You know, I think I deserve one last present.”

“Oh?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Before you could say another word, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, a stark contrast to his usual playful nature. When he pulled back, his eyes sparkled with mischief.

“I want you to wear that little number from last Christmas,” he teased, his voice low and suggestive. “You know the one.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing as you shoved him lightly. “Go clean up the rest of this mess first, birthday boy.”

He groaned dramatically but obeyed, tossing you a wink as he set to work. And as you watched him—utterly ridiculous yet undeniably yours—you couldn’t help but think that this chaotic, love-filled night was the perfect way to celebrate the man who made your world brighter every single day

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