#you don’t understand.. I need to hug him

[willyoubemycherryy]

Intimacy Cues (C. Kent)

Summary: Who better to teach you how to talk body when you never learned the language?

Contains: smut AND plot so it’s long,depressing past, the college au you all secretly needed, struggles with physical touch, struggles with any form of intimacy, one mild panic attack, Clark is understanding but hot, dumb ideas, hugging, bonding, kissing, making out, it starts off shaky then soft but quickly snowballs into horn-e central, size kink, slight dumbification, strength kink, first kisses, virginity kept but not for long just give me till the second part, Clark is a little infatuated, they’re so nasty about each other my word, grinding, kissing (no forreal), prayer bc we all need it

A/N- my stomach is fine, it wasn’t a tumor but a blockage because of something I ate that never digested, causing my tummy to bloat and swell but they fixed me up so I’m back😈

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“Nononono- no, stop!!”

This might be the worst decision of your entire life.

Clark pulls away again, looking down at you with his eyebrows drawn together in concern but also exasperation because-

“Hey! It’s okay- you’re okay. Remember…you were the one who asked for my help.” He didn’t say the obvious “but we’re not getting any farther” part out loud but it echoes through your head all the same and you breathe out a deep sigh; regretting it with the depths of your very being but, yes. You did ask him for his help.

Help with what? The answer would’ve ended your social life if anyone who wasn’t Clark had found out.

You needed his help with…closeness- intimacy.

Growing up you were always awkward. Not in a charming way or even unconventional, you just simply didn’t make the cut based by society’s standards. You were always too gangly, too weird, too timid; so imagine the surprise come middle of highschool to now college where you’ve finally grown into yourself.

You know how you like to dress and which clothes look hottest on you, you know what hairstyle suits best for your face shape, you’re still weird but you’re also sarcastic which somehow equals charm to people and you’ve also managed to come out of your shell a bit. Becoming more confident from people naturally gravitating towards you after your blooming stage and even more after letting your friends convince you to join your college’s cheerleading team. You’d become everything you wanted to always try.

Pretty, popular, and fun. The problem?

Thanks to how much of a late bloomer you were, you never got the chance to get comfortable with others intimately during your formative years. Nobody liked you in that way and you were terrified of embarrassing yourself so there was nothing. No first kiss, no first dance with a boy, hell- even now you still get uneasy when others stare at you too long. Hiding behind your image as a college sweetheart made everything you were still to unsettled to try easier. Don’t misunderstand; it wasn’t that you never wanted those things, it’s that you’re not used to others suddenly picking you for those kinds of things after being invisible and missing out on them for almost all your life to the point where you don’t know how to deal with it when those moments do happen.

Still, you acted like everything was fine.

Playing the role of pretty cheerleader- the flirty tease that was favored by many even though that favor was shallow as a tear on a hot day. You pretended. And it was working, nobody knew…or so you believed.

Cue to one of the football teams parties where you’d been flirting with a guy, coy smile painted on your face as you giggled softly whenever he spoke, batting your pretty eyes at him in your little mini skirt. It had been going well until he suddenly leaned closer, focusing solely on you and when you felt the heat of his skin from how close he was- it felt as if the color had drained from your face, leaving you frozen as you became so uncomfortable it was visible; nerves screaming at you to flee until you listened. Spinning on your heels and bolting, trying to calm your breathing enough to will the cotton out of your ears.

You didn’t realize it then but a certain pair of blue eyes had been watching the whole thing. He’s always seen you. Which is funny because you almost always actively avoid him. In fact, he’s seen you enough to know that this isn’t the first time you’ve had that reaction and one day after a particularly rough week of endless pondering over you; he decides to just ask you after practice is over. Clark waits until his and your friends leave, it being only you and him on the field when he starts to walk over to you. The sound of incoming footsteps make you look up and when you see him, he can hear the very second your heart stops; skipping a beat before it quickly begins to thrum out of rhythm.

Honestly, there genuinely are not enough words to describe how attractive Clark Kent was. He was so incomprehensibly beautiful that you avoided Clark altogether just to avoid getting a headache from staring at him for too long especially since the real suffering started when he’d smile. Seemingly perfect pearly white straight teeth but when his grin broadened, his sharp canines would show, leaving you breathless every time. The type of good looking that was flat out overwhelming. Besides being apart of adjacent stereotypes, you two didn’t go together but there was no animosity.

Clark stops and you have to look up at him because of his hulking size. At almost 6’4 he nearly dwarfed you and his proportions matched. Thick, beefy everything- everywhere and you swallow before forcing a smile on your face. While you preferred to avoid him for the sake of keeping yourself out of the psych ward from how crazy he could drive you; you were still curious as to why he came to talk to you. He takes a moment to just look at you, cerulean eyes almost glowing but he doesn’t realize how intense his stare is until you start to shuffle on your feet- dainty hands twitching nervously at your side and that’s when he speaks.

“Hey…I know we don’t usually talk or anything but are you okay?” Even his voice is dreamy but confusion draws on your face because you felt fine; nervous, like you were around any guy you thought was cute, but fine. Clark elaborates at your expression,

“Y’know because of what happened at the party last-”, that seems to jog your memory enough to snap you out of it, eyebrows shooting up as dread overtakes over your face. You whip your head around, making sure there’s no witnesses when you grab him by his sweaty shirt, dragging him all the way behind the bleachers as you slam him against the metal. Clark is caught so off guard that he just lets it happen; lets the pretty thing half his size drag him as you pleased. Your eyes shift as you glare up at him.

You’re positive he’s talking about your little freak out with close proximity guy, the one that made you leave the party completely; walking so fast you nearly burned a trail in the carpet. Heart pounding, you start to spiral.

He wasn’t supposed to see that. He like everyone else- was supposed to be too drunk to notice anything.

Your nose scrunches, full lips curling in a snarl. “I swear if you say anything to anyone-!” You’re threatening him so fast, Clark falters, raising his hands in defense, debilitating blue eyes widening as he starts to plead his case.

“No no-! I didn’t! I-“, He stutters at your harsh gaze, the feel of your hands soaking through his shirt, warming his chest. He needs to hurry up and explain himself before you start disliking him. “I was just worried! Whenever I see you and a guy, even if you act interested-“, he rushes out, panting as he talks even faster, “the second they get too close you look like you’ll vomit!” Your hostility melts into shock and even more confusion and you let go of his shirt, stepping back as you study him, his words stuck in your mind.

“How..? Are you- you’ve been paying that close attention to me? When do you even see me?” You’re at such a loss for words that it’s hard to string them together to properly question him.

“…I”, he swallows harshly, “I always see you.” It’s pure adrenaline that motors his mouth- he thought he was over the time when lovely faced girls made him nervous but you were unexpectedly feisty. It lit something tingly in him. Your eyes search his face and he spills. “I see how you flirt but you’re sarcastic too. Everyone is so taken by your pretty that they don’t even notice, they just call it ‘wit”, he manages to catch his breath enough to sound less panicked now that you look like you won’t kill him, “I see how even though you’re a flyer, you hate heights-”

“H-how-?”

“Your right leg shakes when they lift you, no matter how stable your base is.” Your mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out, heart racing when his voice goes soft,

“But what I’m saying is- so what that you’re not really what you give off? It’s nothing to be ashamed of. ‘Jus curious why you think it is…”, he blinks those long lashes at you and you find yourself explaining the tale of your sordid social past.

By the end of it he’s stunned speechless.

You? Just how bad was your awkward phase for nobody to be interested in you? Wait so that also probably meant that-

“You’re a virgin?!”

You slap your hands over his mouth with a speed equal to his own, face flushed as you shush him, hissing in a low whisper.

“Jesus Chri- shut up! Are you trying to tell the entire campus?!!” You let out another heavy sigh.

“…yes, I am”. You let your hands fall to the side, refusing to look at him while he’s trying to process; silence filling the space between you. You’ve accepted that your ego will never recover from the most gorgeous being on the planet knowing about all your…truths. That you looked and acted the part of a vixen just to hide that you secretly weren’t.

“…so you’ve never done anyt-”,

“No.”

Well then.

You can’t take another long drag of awkward silence, turning to face the boy who knew you probably more than anyone else did.

“Look- I would’ve loved to remedy this but I-”

“Can’t stomach whenever a guy gets too close due to previous deep rooted societal wrought insecurities…” Bingo.

“Well for what it’s worth,” he gives you one of his disarming grins and a flush creeps up your neck; warming your ears, “I think you’re doing fine now.” You snap your head down to see that you two are standing fairly close or at least closer than you normally allow and you don’t have that itch to get him as far away from you as possible. That’s when you get the idea that- “Oh my god! You can help me get over my thing! This is perfect!”! You’re practically vibrating with glee, excited to finally have all your firsts without that looming of touch related dread haunting you. Clark however is swarmed with various images of him “helping” you and can’t keep his ears from reddening at all the different scenarios where he’d be required to be close to you and begins to stutter.

“W-well, I wa- not that I-! I don’t think that’s a good idea, I mean w-we-”, you cut him off before he can weasel out of it, eyebrows creasing in frustration. You unconsciously step closer, your sweet smell bathes his senses as he stares you down, trying not to gulp too hard. “Please, Clark?”, you start and he swallows harshly at how his name sounds in that whiny tone from your lips.

“It can’t be anyone else because you’re the only one who knows! We’re not close now but we could be-“, and the double meaning makes him tune out completely as he only watches your plump lips move; not even registering the sound coming from them. He was thankful you didn’t ask him why he watched you so closely because the answer was one he wasn’t ready to even admit to himself.

Your lips stop moving after a while and them paired with your begging doe eyes make him cave, Clark nodding in hopeless defeat. He was supposed to be over the influence of pretty girls.

“S’okay, I’ll help you out. Your secret’s safe with me.” The corner of his mouth tilts up in a lopsided smile that was somehow both attractive but made you feel safe and you smile shyly back. You were nervous but you know Clark is a good guy- reckless as hell with his charms- but a good guy. What could go wrong?

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Standing in the middle of your dorm room with your arms wound tight around yourself is when you find out that alot can go wrong.

Clark came over and you two came up with a starting plan that seemed the easiest: talk and slowly close the distance between you two until he was touching and looking at you without you getting uncomfortable or pushing him away. It sounded simple enough at first only…. you severely underestimated how you’d react to Clark. The way his deep mellow voice sounded in your ears, how he always held such steady eye contact as he moved towards you, that heavenly jawline tilting when he’d think too long. Already, Clark was big from afar but up close he was even bigger. Strong arms and broad shoulders; chest so thick it was noticeable through his shirt. You were used to others falling at your feet but Clark stood fine and it affected you in ways you didn’t prepare to deal with, so you tried to do what you always did- ignore it.

Matching Clark’s light conversation as you two eventually get more comfortable, gradually gravitating towards each other with slow short steps. The air shifts when you exhale and the breath tickles his chest. This is when you normally get squeamish but you merely hesitate for a few minutes before taking a deep breath and pushing yourself by letting him keep his distance.

His hand twitch and he shuffles a bit closer, biceps flexing as he reaches out, resting his hands on your shoulders; your conversation quiets as he stares at you with perfectly blue lidded eyes and then you feel the stirrings of restlessness under your skin. That impeding urge to get away. Despite the way you feel, the slow atmosphere helps you tremendously to not pull away but your pulse spikes all the same. His hands felt nice. You take another deep breath as you try to come to terms with what you were feeling.

Clark was a guy.

A guy who was standing in your bubble, touching you- looking at you.

A million emotions fly across your face at record speed and Clark doesn’t move any more for the next couple minutes. No, he waits for you; large rough palms warm on your bare shoulders while his pinky idly messes with the thin strap of your top. Your skin was soft. The heavy rise and fall of your chest has him focusing on you more intensely, trying to get a read on how you felt until you break the silence with a shaky exhale.

“We can keep going- you can keep touching me.” He knows you don’t mean it that way but his ears burn anyways as he nods. Taking a second to think before taking his hands off you to take yours, ignoring your big eyes look as he places your hands around his waist- inevitably moving closer and his voice softens like he’ll frighten you away if he were to speak any louder.

“You can touch me too. Promise I don’t mind…this is for you after all.” You suppress a whine because being so close was already hard with you fighting every instinct yelling at you to get gone and go somewhere where nobody could comprehend you but now with Clark staring at you like that, it was even harder. Your eyes flick about the room as you flatten your palms more against his back, mentally rolling your eyes back at how his muscles feel. You don’t even realize you’re biting your lip but Clark does, instantly alert the second he felt your small hands nervously press against him, his eyes zeroed in on the swollen skin dipping under the pressure of your teeth. He feels bad because while he was supposed to be helping you, he couldn’t stop thinking about how sexy you were being so shy but hardheaded enough to build up the grit to go for what scared you because you wanted it.

Without taking his eyes off your face, he rubs his hands up to your neck, making you squeak before smoothing them back down your shoulders; repeating the motions with a gentle hum.

The room feels hot- you felt hot and jittery but it’s too much. Unable to keep the waves at bay, goosebumps trickle over your skin and your eyes scrunch in panic as your breathing picks up. He was close. Close and touching you. You can’t bring yourself to look into his eyes because you know when you do, you’ll be naked for all to see and you scream.

“Stop!”

Nobody can see you-nobody’s supposed to be seeing you, the girl who was never even chose last as you were overlooked entirely no matter how badly you wanted to reach out. Maybe that’s what started your fear. Maybe you were scared of losing experiences because of rejection.

Clark doesn’t move away but he isn’t touching you anymore and you aren’t touching him as your hands fly to the sides of your head, trying to calm yourself down and guilt pours over him. He wants to hug you; comfort you but he knows that pulling you against him in a hug will only worsen things right now so he waits. Closing his eyes to help you feel at ease, listening closely to the beat of your heart until your breaths quiet and he hears it fluctuate back to normal. He keeps his eyes closed until he feels your small trembling hands slide back around him and instead of putting his hands on your shoulders, he moves his arms around them; resting them against your back but not pulling you in yet. It’s quiet besides the hushed sounds of him cooing at you and your breathing. The air now has an underlying current and you shift in his heavy arms, inhaling deeply as you finally look up at his face. Shyly, you cut the silence; voice soft as how you feel.

“…you can open your eyes now..” Clark feels his own heart speed up before he responds, low tone matching yours and electricity hits you when it clicks. This is intimate.

“Are you okay? We can stop and try again some other time; I don’t wanna upset-,”

“I want you to look at me.”

His eyes pop open at your command, peering down at you in such a way that your breath catches; anxiousness rising up you again but you stay right where you are. Willing yourself to embrace the exposed way he makes you feel.

Under the heat of his stare it’s like he’s seeing everything you’ve ever hid or been but his hold is steady enough to let you know he’s there with you and he’s not going anywhere. You still feel naked but more than that, you feel safe. Comfortable enough to not shy away from his warmth, you take another breath; looking up at him through your lashes- making his head fuzzy.

His eyes shift from their usual blue to the shade of the sea after a storm and you’re swept away, logic going with you as you slowly glide your hands up his sides to his where his arms hold you. Feeling every dip and curve of his strong build until you reach his hands, repositioning them around your lower back. You move closer but because you two were already standing so close- your chests touch and Clark stops breathing. The soft swell of your breasts move against his body with your every inhale and he finds his senses filled with you.

Your gaze is torn away when you turn your head, looking down as you drop against his chest. Arms looping around him making his own instinctively curl around you, holding you tight to the firm but soft muscle of his chest. You both pause for a few minutes- waiting for the urgent panic but it never comes. Instead, you melt into him with a relieved sigh, warm breath bleeding into his shirt. You two were officially hugging.

And you were in heaven.

You never knew close contact with the opposite gender could be so delightful. Clark was just so big and warm and smelled so good, you bury your face into the meat of his pec almost deliriously, sighing happily. Fuck, you really had been missing out. His arms are firm and heavy against your back, effectively locking you against him. The endorphin rush hitting you has you practically purring; the sounds of your bliss vibrating Clark’s chest and he smiles, letting you get your fix as he enjoys the way you fit into his arms.

Unsurprisingly, you two stay like that for a while. Fitted against each other in the silence of your cozy bedroom. He sees the top of your head move and he’s suddenly looking into your eyes, pupils blown so wide that your eyes are black. Clark has to bite his lip to keep from smiling at how cute you look. Your eyes flit down to his mouth to see the peek of his fangs that always show, letting out a small breathy ‘oh’ when you do. You’re still reeling in all the best ways as you rest your chin against his chest, unabashedly looking at his handsome face.

Clark raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow at the phantom hearts in your eyes and the way your small feet are standing on top of his larger ones while you make no attempt to separate your bodies, completely content with his proximity. He likes you so he likes your closeness and he’s even more elated that you seem to like him being so close too. Speaking lowly so he doesn’t disturb you, he checks if you’re still on the planet with him.

“This okay, sweetheart? Y’enjoying yourself?” The petname slips out but you don’t move or rush to correct him as your blood simmers, a numbingly pleasant heat washing over you so strong it’s hard to think. Running your hands in a slow caress up his back, you feel the muscles flex as his arm twitches and a smile grows on your face as you blink dumbly- brain currently taking a break, you mumble sweetly,

“Mmhm, yeah never better.”

And it’s true. You’ve never felt this safe, this free with anyone that wasn’t immediate family or your best girl friends. He was touching you and seeing you but you didn’t care because you knew whatever he was seeing and touching, was safe as it would ever be with him.

Clark huffs out a laugh at your belated response, moving one of his hands in a warm caress up your back, feeling you shiver and he bites his lip again. You were so alluring without even having to try and he breathes to reign himself in since he was currently the first and only to have you melting like this from a hug alone. If a hug got you like this he could only imagine how beautifully you’d respond to-

“Um, C-Clark?” Your soft voice brings him back as he hums, flicking his eyes down lazily at you.

“Yeah, baby?” Your sweet little gasp makes him realize that he just called you another nickname but you don’t seem to mind, flustering prettily in his arms. He leans down closer to your face, only to hear you better, eyes patient as he stares at you.

“I know this is supposed to be about me but how do you feel? You’ve been so good with me..I just wanna make sure you’re okay too.” Clark smiles, moved that you’re worrying about him even with all his experience.

“Yeah I feel good but how about you? Want me to let go or we can try something different?” He would’ve asked if you wanted to stop but he was going off your body language and it was telling him distance was the last thing you wanted and he was right as you shook your head before resting your chin back into his chest, looking up at him with those pupil eclipsed doe eyes.

“I feel great but…”, your voice gets smaller as it takes on an almost needy tone before stopping altogether. You snap your face back into his chest and he’s even more curious to get it out of you but you just can’t say it.

“You really don’t need to be embarrassed. Clothed or naked, we all start somewhere”, he whispers against the top of your head, stroking your back soothingly as you try to talk yourself into asking him before you chicken out, “with me you can start wherever you want and you know I’ll never tell. Or make fun of you..”,

His voice is tender with warmness and it turns your reservations to raindrops as you look back into his eyes. Steeling your nerve, you ground yourself with the way you feel in another persons arms for the first time in your life- his arms and decide to go for it.

“You said- we can try something different?” Your heart begins to race again as Clark’s starts to pound. He can’t keep the heat out of eyes as he returns your stare, nodding.

“Yeah. We can do whatever you want.” His breath wafts across your face, forehead resting against yours and the rate at which you find yourself needing him- scares you. You’ve been depraved of this kind of contact to the point of fear since forever but now…

“Then…can we-“, you blink rapidly, not wanting to verbalize it but not wanting to go without even more.

“Can we kiss please?”

Clark has to shut his eyes. You looked so sweet, felt so soft and even though you couldn’t keep the neediness from seeping into your words, you still asked so politely. Blood rushes through his ears as he feels a familiar stirring in his groin, taking a deep breath because it wouldn’t do for him to lose control now, his voice is heady with pure want when he answers,

“F’course. I’d love to kiss, baby.”

Large hands settle around your waist as you get pulled completely flush to him, legs almost intertwining while your pelvises touch; bodies glued together. The languid heat of arousal thrums through you, making your head spin.

Your lips part when Clark presses his forehead more firmly against yours, lighting you from the inside out when he dips his neck to slot his open mouth over yours.

Immediately your chest burns, heart feeling like each pump is gasoline, fueling the fire hes started in you. Clark’s full lips slide against yours, alternating between suckling at your top lip then bottom lip slowly, coaxing you to follow his lead, groaning his approval and the sound turns you up as you press yourself harder against his body. You feel so good you’re thrumming- heat steadily pulsing through you.

Your heads move from how hard you’re kissing, slick sounds coming from your mouths intensifying as you get rougher, delicious shivers all up your spine. Clark presses his lips fully against yours, moving them open wider with his own, hot breaths mingling as he licks hotly against the opening of your mouth. A bolt of pleasure hits you so hard that you gasp, wrenching your mouth off his as you moan- the needy little thing so whiny it makes his cock fatten in his pants as you pant against each others lips. Fuck. He can smell how wet you are. The sweet, heady smell makes his mouth water with him tossing shame clean out the window.

“Can I put my tongue in your mouth? Please, pretty girl?” You move your arms around his neck to get as close as possible, nodding desperately.

“God, yes-!” His mouth is back to consuming yours before you finish. Opening your lips with the force of his swollen ones, he sucks your bottom lip before lapping his tongue into your mouth. You twitch in his hold, even more turned on when he doesn’t have to move to keep your squirming in place, casual show of strength making you lightheaded as he swallows your moans. Wet smacks fill the air, your grip on him tightening when he sucks your tongue into his mouth. You get wetter and he can tell, growling in pleasure as he suddenly lifts you; your legs locking around his waist as he uses his hold on yours to grind you against him. The result is instantaneous. You melt like cotton candy, chest shaking against his from your pleasured moans as your shared spit wets your lips. Still aware of the fact that you need to breathe, Clark pulls away with a suck of your lips- staring at you hungrily with dark eyes.

He can’t even remember when he picked you up but the tiny undulations of your hips let him know it was a welcome decision. You looked so good. Lips puffy n slick, doe eyes teary and blown out, wet as fuck with your hard nipples poking through your top…you could ask him for every one of Saturns rings and he’d get them for you.

Clark takes a deep lungful of your tantalizing scent before he checks on you again.

“How was that, sweetheart? Y’first kiss right?” You nod, cupping his face. You can’t help the way you smooch more pecks onto his pink lips, aching as you answer.

“It was so good”, you drag your nose down his jaw; kissing his ear as you whisper into it, “you feel so good, Clark..”. You have him completely hard at this point, thick and fat as his tip oozes pre when you start to whine. He almost feels bad that you’ve waited so long, being so pent up wasn’t good and you deserved to feel good everyday.

“What’s wrong baby?” The low timbre of his voice makes your pulse skyrocket, causing you to absolutely dissolve against him, hips twitching as he helped you rub yourself on him.

“I-I need..-“, you let out a soft cry and he quickly soothes you. Kissing you deeply before pulling away, licking his lips of your taste as he verbalizes exactly what you need.

“Need to cum?”

The heat in your chest blooms up to your face as you nod, suddenly growing shy but still comfortable. You purr as Clark presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, looking at you with pretty lidded eyes.

“Would it be okay if I made you cum princess?”

The utterly wrecked moan that comes out of your mouth has goosebumps scattering up his arms, holding you tighter as you nod vigorously.

“I need words baby”, he whispers. Giving you another kiss to tempt you and it works. He was too irresistible and he knew it.

“Yeah, you can make me cum Clark.” And with that he carries you over to your bed, laying you on the plushness as he takes over your mouth again with a hungry groan, your hands touching everywhere until he pulls away- fangs on display as he smiles making fire sweep through your veins.

Massaging your legs, he rises on his knees- taking off his shirt as your mind checks out from how hot he is, shifting restlessly as the ache in your pussy throbs with the best pain. Whining his name, Clark cooes at you; big hands moving to pull your clothes off. Your nerves are going haywire but you need this- need him to make you feel things, lifting your hips to help him slide your shorts and underwear off, spreading your legs as you let him get a good look at your messy wet hole twitching in need.

Clark swears, hooking his hands under your knees and bending them towards your chest. Exposing you more as he licks his lips, keeping his eyes glued to your cunt.

“Atta girl, jus’ lay there nice n pretty and I’ll give you what you need..”

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

do you have any kinks?

pairing: daddy!chan x fem reader

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: daddy kink, breeding kink, pet names, oral (f.receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

an: the pictures i chose for this banner.. are just pictures ive been obsessing over. they’re my favorite pictures atm. need him so so bad. okie here 🤲🏻 have this. love you.

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“can i ask you a question?” you had just taken your shower, your hair still slightly damp. chris was reclined on the bed, one arm behind his head, one hand holding his phone, wearing nothing but his boxers. upon hearing your question, he tossed his phone onto the bed beside him.

“of course. you can ask me anything.” he smiled. but you were still nervous. you had been dating chris for a few months now, and things were going great. he had been spending the past few weekends over at your place. and today, this saturday night, was no different. you really did feel like you could talk to him about anything. but still your stomach churned with anxiety.

“do.. you have any.. kinks?” you couldn’t look at him, instead opting to search through your dresser for your favorite pajamas. he was silent for a moment, though it felt like an eternity.

he cleared his throat, embarrassed by your question.

“you don’t have to answer that if it makes you uncomfortable.” you blurted out, grabbing your pajamas and slamming the dresser drawer closed. you were starting to rethink this conversation, wishing you had kept your mouth shut. but you couldn’t ignore the way you felt. couldn’t ignore your desires. couldn’t ignore the way he treated you.

you spared a nervous glance in his direction. he was smiling at you, his ears were a little red, but mostly he was just enamored by you. he chuckled. “i don’t mind to answer. like i said, you can ask me anything.”

you dropped your towel, leaving you bare before him for a moment, only to slip your pajamas on. his cock twitched, but he ignored it. focused on the conversation. “i guess.. i don’t have any kinks? or maybe i do and i don’t know about them?” he thought about it some more and couldn’t come up with anything. “why do you ask?”

you tossed your used towel into the hamper and nervously climbed into bed next to him. “uh.. no reason.” you said, pulling the blanket up over your body and laying back onto your pillow.

he sat up, looking over at you. “suuree.” he said. he knew you were lying. you wouldn’t just ask that for no reason. he wondered what made you think of such a question. “do you?” he asked.

“do i what?”

“have any kinks.” he clarified. “you.. don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable.”

you were silent. contemplating whether or not you wanted to be honest with him right now. should you just blurt it out and get it over with? like ripping a band-aid? or would he think you were weird, and should you keep it to yourself..

“it’s.. nothing.” you said, cursing yourself for even starting this conversation in the first place.

“i understand if you don’t want to tell me yet.” he reached for your hand, which was holding onto the blanket for dear life. he gave it a reassuring squeeze. “i would never judge you though. i’m very open minded.”

he snuggled under the blanket, his body next to yours. he held his arms out, inviting you to lay in your favorite spot. you turned over, your head against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you. you could hear the thumping of his heart in your ears. he gently grazed his fingertips up and down your arm, lazily tracing designs into your skin. a long while had passed. so long that you thought he may be asleep, though you didn’t hear his signature snores.

your arm that was wrapped around his middle, squeezed him tightly, in preparation for what you were about to say. “i want to call you daddy.”

it fell out of your mouth, in a not so graceful way. you squeezed your eyes shut, hugging his body tightly, afraid he may push you away.

but he didn’t.

instead, you heard a low hum radiate through his chest.

“you have a daddy kink?” he asked. you couldn’t tell by his tone if he was excited by your confession, or disgusted.

“i.. guess?” your voice was quiet. though he could hear you just fine in the silent room. “it’s been on my mind recently.”

his fingers continued their trails along your arm. “what’s been causing you to think that?”

you took a moment to think about your answer. “uh.. i think about it when you call me princess.. and when you do stuff for me.. like that time you helped me brush my hair.”

“i see.” he said. it didn’t feel dismissive. it just felt like he understood and was formulating his next thought. “but isn’t a kink.. something sexual?” he asked. “what you’re talking about isn’t sexual.”

“well i think about it when we’re having sex too..” you confessed.

he made a hmph sound. “well that’s disappointing.”

your heart sank. disappointing? he hated it. he thought you were gross.

“i.. im sorry.” you said, your voice mousy. “just forget i said anything.”

he squeezed you tighter. “no, no baby. i don’t mean i’m disappointed that you think about that.” he explained. “i’m disappointed that you can think at all while i’m fucking you. i’m not doing it well enough.”

you huffed out a laugh. “oh you’re doing it well. believe me.”

he giggled, rocking your bodies back and forth. “oh yeah?” he teased.

you looked up at him, giggling too. “yeah.”

he leaned down, pressing his smiling lips to yours. his giggles died down, and his tongue slipped into your mouth.

it didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen, for his panting breaths to be mingled with your desperate ones. kissing chris was one of your favorite things to do. maybe it was his lips, so plump and kissable. or maybe it was his skill. he clearly knew what he was doing. you didn’t like to think about how many girls he may have kissed before you.

he turns you over so you’re on your back again, and he is hovering above you. his kisses travel down your jaw, down your neck. his beautiful hands slowly found their way under your shirt. his index fingers finding your bare nipples. he pushed the material up, exposing your chest to him. he latched those kissable lips around one of your nipples, sucking and licking on it gently.

your right hand found it way into his hair, not tugging or pushing, just feeling him. trying to ground yourself by touching something with texture. when he was done with your breast, he migrated down further, his lips and tongue exploring your tummy. he looked up at you through his lashes as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your shorts. he was looking at you for approval. you silently lifted your hips off the bed, aiding him in removing your shorts, permission granted.

his fingers found your folds before his lips did. his middle finger dipping in gently and playing in your arousal. “look at your little flower, baby..” he cooed. “so messy for me..” his lips followed shortly after, finding their way to your clit, his tongue taking long strokes across it. your eyes closed and your head fell back as you focused on the way he was making you feel. he loved to watch you while you were like this. loved to see you feel good because of what he was doing to you.

he carefully guided two of his long fingers inside your drippy hole. he slid them in as far as you would allow it, and he curved them upward, gently thrusting. the moans and whimpers falling from your lips were music to his ears. the sweetest sound he had ever heard. he would do anything to have you make those noises. he wanted to record them so he could listen to them whenever he wished.

“please..” you whined. your glassy eyes looking down at him, his tongue working quickly against your bud.

“please what, princess?” he said, his breath warm against your skin.

“need you..” you breathed. “please.”

“need me?” he played dumb. he shoved his aching cock against your leg, grinding against you so you could feel how hard he was. “need this, baby?”

you squirmed underneath him, nodding frantically. “please.. please..” you begged.

he slowly removed his fingers from inside you, bringing them to his lips. he sucked them clean, groaning at the taste. you felt you may explode. spontaneously combust. no one had ever made you feel the way that he does. no one had ever turned you on so much.

he pulled his boxers down, his cock springing free. he kicked his boxers off the bed, and knelt in front of you, spreading your legs. “ready, princess?”

you nodded, your big puppy dog eyes begging him to please just fuck you already.

he ran his tip up and down your folds, tapping it against your sensitive clit before finally sliding inside of you. you took him in easy. he had prepped you well. “fuck.. baby..” he exhaled. his hands gripped your hips harshly as he began to thrust. his slow and gently demeanor didn’t last long once he was inside you. he couldn’t handle himself anymore. it was no time at all before he was pounding into you, tapping your cervix with each thrust.

“fuck..” you moaned. “feels so good da-“ you cut yourself off, suddenly overthinking things. the D word almost slipped out. you clamped around him, seizing up at your mistake.

“relax for me, princess.” he said, rubbing your skin gently with his fingers. you exhaled a long breath, relaxing your body.

he started fucking you again, quickly working up to his previous pace. “feel good baby?” he asked.

“yes. yes.. so good.” your hands explored his muscled body. your fingertips brushing over his abs and his pecs and his biceps.

“mmm” he moaned. “say it.”

you were nervous again, but he didn’t slow down. wouldn’t let you clamp around him.

“say it.” he ordered.

your eyes were focused on where your bodies were connected, how easily he slipped in and out of you. how much of a mess you were making of the both of you.

“look at me.” he growled. your eyes quickly snapped up to meet his. “you’re okay. i’ve got you. say it.”

you continued to stare into his beautiful brown eyes, but your mouth refused to move. your vocal chords refused to make the sounds. you were scared. but you didn’t know why anymore. you didn’t want to be scared anymore. you just couldn’t make your body listen. there was too much going on.

“princess..” his tone shifted to one of warning now. “say it or i’m going to stop.”

“no! please..” you begged. “please don’t stop.”

“then say it. be a good girl for me and call me by my title.”

“fuck..” your breathing was ragged, your orgasm on the edge of release. “daddy..”

his eyes rolled back, his head leaning to one side before straightening again, his tongue in his cheek. “again.”

“daddy..” it fell from your lips easy now. you loved the taste of it in your mouth. “daddy.. gonna cum.”

“you’re gonna cum on daddy’s cock, baby?”

“yes, please. fuck, daddy, please.” your body was on fire, every nerve tingling.

“i.. fuck. i have a confession to make.” he grunted. “i do.. have a kink.”

your pleasure ridden mind was trying to process his words.

“do you wanna know what it is, sweet girl?” he asked, his thrusts getting sloppy. “wanna know daddy’s kink?”

you nodded, gripping his biceps. “please tell me, daddy. please.. fuck.”

“i’ve got a breeding kink.” he growled. “wanna fill your little pussy up baby. can i do that?”

you were nodding before he even finished his sentence. “gonna let me pump my cum into you? hmm? can’t.. fuck.. can’t waste a drop.”

“yes please daddy.. please cum in me.” his eyes looked wild now, sweat dripping off his face and onto your chest. “please daddy, fill me up.”

his grip on your hips tightened, sure to leave a bruise. “cum with me, baby.” he panted. “cum with daddy.”

and with one last thrust, he stilled inside you. your orgasm crashed over you as his cock twitched inside you, filling you so full, it leaked out around his balls and onto the sheets.

he slumped on top of you, his head on your shoulder, his lips against your neck. he placed soft kisses there. you ran your fingers up his back, then to his hair, trying to brush the sweaty strands out of his face.

“was that okay?” he breathed against your skin, out of breath. “are you okay?”

“i’m okay.” you nodded and smiled. “are you?”

he raised his head and looked at you. he looked completely fucked out and you supposed you did too. “i’m so okay. better than okay.” he giggled, kissing you quickly. “we should have had that talk a long time ago.”

he slowly pulled his softening cock out of you. he went to the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth to clean you up. he gently wiped at your sensitive skin, careful to not overstimulate you. the D word came to mind again.

“i’m thinking it again.” you said quietly.

“thinking what, baby?” he asked, still cleaning you, making sure to get every drop of your shared release.

“thinking about calling you daddy.” you confessed. his hand stilled and he looked up at you. “how can i not when you take such good care of me?”

he smiled, finished his cleaning, and then kissed the tip of your nose. “you can call me daddy whenever you want to, princess.” he said. “i love it.”

“really?” you asked, your heart beating fast.

“really really.” he kissed your lips before throwing the washcloth into the hamper and cuddling close to you. he pulled your body against his, kissing the top of your head. “i love taking care of you. it would be an honor for you to call me daddy.”

you smiled. you were so incredibly happy. so proud of yourself for starting the conversation. your heart felt so full. you cuddled close to your daddy, nuzzling your face into his chest. your eyes closed, heavy with sleep that was about to pull you under. and you thought the next conversation would have to be about the L word.

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[carlosainzgf]

REUNITED

kang dae ho x fem!reader (smut)

(i wrote this at like 3 am so ignore if there are any typos or something)

the vote decided that you could return home, but you didn’t want to lose touch with dae-ho, so you agreed to find each other. you gave him your address before you were dragged away from each and dropped on the middle of a street.

after a few days of waiting for him you thought he wasn’t going to show up. but then there was a knock on your door. you rushed and opened it.

you were sitting at home looking pretty all day long because you didn’t know when he would show up. but it paid off. your hair was sitting prettily on your shoulders, you had a little lace top on and a pair of cotton shorts and a cute cardigan to warm you up on top.

when dae ho saw you he was speechless. you weren’t dressed in anything fancy but seeing you out of those disgusting, bloody tracksuits was enough to leave him speechless.

“hi” even tho you had seen each other at your lowest and talked about anything and everything when you couldn’t sleep, you were still shy when you saw him.

“hey” he greeted you as shyly as you greeted him.

you were both quick to embrace each other in a hug. a very needed one. you had both witnessed such cruel things in that island and you both understand one anothers pain.

after a night of long talks about your lifes, what you were going to do with the money you both won and a little too much of wine you found yourself in his hold. kissing lazily as dae ho admired you. his fingers leaving delicate traces over your jaw. and your hands tugging at his hair.

as the kissing became more needy and your bodies danced together you felt him through your clothes, rubbing deliciously over you clothed clit. you placed your hand over his hard on and started rubbing him.

he pulled away and placed his hand over yours.

“see this? it’s all for you.”

you move down from you place on his lap to in between his thighs, carefully sliding off dae ho’s pants and releasing him from restraint of his underwear. you slowly wrap your mouth around dae ho’s shaft, your tongue wrapping rings around the tip and suckling softly making him moan loudly.

he watches you look up at him while you slowly but steadily lick up his shaft, making your way back to his tip where you begin to focus your tongue along slit.

his eyes roll back as you slowly start to bob your head.

he wraps his hand around your hair, making a makeshift ponytail and gently pushed your head down, shoving more of his length in your mouth so deep that your nose is nearly up against the small patch of hair above his cock

you let out a soft gagging sound as his fat cock hits the back of your throat. you splutter a bit, drooling around the shaft. he guides you to bob your head by the grip he has on your hair.

dae ho panted out between gasping breaths, his voice tight with desperation as he felt the rising from the pit of his stomach.

“f-fuck…if you don’t im gonna…co-come.” he didn’t want it to end just yet so he yanked you off himself and laid you down.

he undressed you, then himself.

his hands roamed everywhere, from your back to your ass, to your stomach, caressing every inch of you.

he started to kiss his way down your body, kissing and biting your skin as he went.

dae ho's lips trailed down your body, his calloused hands explored every curve as if he was trying to engrave it to his mind.

he fondled with your boobs. the one he has been day dreaming about. you stared at dae ho as he did so. taking in those puppy brown eyes that were looking up at you, the warmth of his skin and that god send hair of his. he suddenly dipped his head, latching himself to one of your nipples as he toyed with the other, feeding into the pooling wetness between your thighs. your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, your hips automatically responded by grinding up onto dae ho’s cock.

you moan, loudly.

moving one hand down your hips, skimming past your burning thigh before reaching the small bundle of nerves. you let out a small whine against his heated neck, bucking your hips against his fingers.

he watched as your head fell back while his thick fingers slid against your drenched folds. dae ho thrusted his fingers into your warm walls, briefly watching you envelope him entirely.

“shit, shit, shit,” you whisper as dae ho’s fingers slip in and out of you. he’s feverishly kissing down the side of your thighs, bites left in between. you groan in slight pain as you tug on his soft hair. he curls his fingers inside of you. you mewl at the touch.

“i need... i need..." you breathed, "i need you in me, fuck." his entire body shuddered with a sharp arousal at your words. with all the willpower he has left he removes his finger from your wet hole.

he was quick to position himself at you opening. he rubbed his shaft over your slit, gathering your wetness and nudging your clit as he did so.

you gasped as he pressed his cock into you slowly, his whispered praises to keep your focus on him. “that’s it,” he encouraged, his hand braced yours and pinned them up over your head. “you’re doing so good for me, baby.”

he started moving slowly, savoring the feeling of your warmth. a tiny, needy moan could be heard from him. it's like you were made for him, your gummy walls perfectly stretched out to cling to every last vein and inch on his cock.

hooking your legs around his waist as he grabs your hip with one hand and angles your body up, causing the tip of his cock to kiss your cervix. “s-so big!” dae bo groaned softly and stared at you in awe, at the pleasured expression on your face he fucked you, oh, so deep.

you felt so good, his cock moving so easily in and out of your warm and wet pussy. he groans feeling your pussy close in on him, getting tighter and tighter. “you feel s-so…good!”

lifting your head up, you stare into his eyes. mouth agape as moans kept spilling from your mouth.

it wasn’t long till he felt you squeeze him so hard he moaned and stuttered his hips for a second. you moaned even louder now, your legs felt like jelly.

“you gonna come? come on my cock, baby. let me feel you.” he rubbed your clit with his thumb, putting just the right amount of pressure on it, needy to make you cum.

he could see you slowly fall apart. your body was shaking with pleasure, your hands reaching towards his thick biceps to hold.

he grunted, feeling you clench around his cock. "cum... cum for me," he beckoned, increasing the speed of his cock and the pressure of his thumb on your clit.

your body jerked and convulsed over him, your brain unable to control it any longer. your climax hit you hard. your moans were high pitched and dazed. you were completely lost in pleasure.

your pleasure only fueled his. dae ho groaned at the feel of his twitching cock in your walls. “aah, shit," dae ho cussed, drunk on your pussy.

you both moaned when you felt the hot ropes of his cum spill into your walls. his hips stuttered, as you took every last drop from him.

he buried his chin into your neck, riding out his last few moments of his climax. he placed a few lingering kisses across your neck, coming to your lips last and capturing them with his once again.

placing a kiss on your forehead, he slowly removed his softening cock from your pussy. you both watched his cum mixed with your spill out of you.

he swooped you into his arms making you yelp. "let's take a shower and get you cleaned up, yeah?”

[hsnlv]

together | p.js

pairing: husband!jay x fem!reader

synopsis: after months of sleepless nights with your fussy five-month-old, you finally break down, overwhelmed by exhaustion and guilt. jay, your ever-attentive husband, steps in with gentle words, warm hugs, and playful humor, reminding you you’re the best mom and wife. he promises to give you the rest you deserve, proving he’s always your safe haven.

warnings/others: mention of miscarriage, usage of nickname (angel, baby), jay is sickeningly sweet and gentle :(

wc: 946

a/n: hehe my first jay fic is here😋 i hope you enjoy this as much as i do!! reblogs and comments are highly appreciated💗 here’s my masterlist!

“jjongie…” you sigh as you step into the bedroom, your voice soft but so heavy with exhaustion it pulls jay’s attention immediately. he glances up from his spot against the headboard, closing his laptop and placing it on the bedside table without hesitation. his eyes scan your face, already concerned.

“yes, angel?” his voice is gentle as he beckons you closer. “is little princess asleep?”

you nod, your lips curling slightly at the nickname. lia, your five-month-old daughter, has been nothing short of a miracle in your lives—a beacon of light after the darkness of your miscarriage. but tonight, even the thought of her sweet little face can’t ease the ache in your body.

“yeah,” you murmur, rubbing your eyes. “but it took forever. she’s so fussy lately.”

jay notices the tiredness in your voice, the way your shoulders droop as if you’re carrying the weight of the world. “come here,” he says softly, patting the space next to him. but instead of joining him, you stop in the middle of the room, your voice trembling.

“i’m tired, jay.”

he blinks, momentarily confused. “then you should go to sleep, angel.”

it’s clear he doesn’t quite understand what you mean, and those simple words—well-meaning as they are—are enough to tip you over the edge. you sink to the floor as your body gives in, and before you know it, tears are streaming down your face. you try to hold it back, but the sobs come anyway, shaking your small frame.

“angel!” jay’s voice is alarmed, and in an instant, he’s off the bed and kneeling in front of you. his strong arms wrap around you, lifting you effortlessly as if you weigh nothing. he settles you on the bed, cradling you in his lap like you’re something fragile and precious.

“what’s wrong, baby?” his voice is soft, his hand gently stroking your hair. “talk to me. is it lia?”

the mention of your daughter makes your tears fall harder, guilt and exhaustion crashing down on you all at once. you manage a small nod, burying your face in his chest as he holds you tighter.

“she’s just so fussy,” you choke out between sobs. “she cries if i put her down, she doesn’t want to sleep, she needs me constantly. and—and i can’t get anything done. the house is a mess, the laundry is piling up, and i just… i feel like i’m failing her. like i’m failing you.”

jay’s heart aches as he listens, guilt washing over him for not noticing just how overwhelmed you’ve been. he cups your face gently, tilting your chin so you’re looking at him. his thumbs wipe away your tears as his warm eyes meet yours.

“don’t you ever say that again,” he says firmly, his voice steady but kind. “you are not failing anyone, least of all me or lia. you’re the most amazing mom and the most amazing woman. i mean it, angel. lia is so lucky to have you, and so am i.”

“but you do so much too,” you whisper, sniffling. “you help with her, with the house, with everything. i should be able to handle this.”

jay shakes his head, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “baby, we’re a team. it’s not your job to ‘handle’ everything by yourself. and if it feels like i’ve let you down, i’m so sorry. i’ve been so caught up in work, but that’s no excuse. i should’ve noticed how hard it’s been for you.”

he kisses your temple next, then your damp cheeks, his lips lingering as if trying to kiss away all your worries. “from now on, we’re doing this together, okay? every late-night feeding, every diaper blowout, every fussy day. you’re not alone in this, angel.”

“but what if i can’t?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

jay smiles softly, his forehead pressing against yours. “you can. and when you feel like you can’t, i’ll be here to remind you that you can. we’ll figure it out together.”

before you can protest further, jay scoops you up bridal style, making you squeak in surprise. “jay! what are you doing?”

“taking care of my angel,” he replies, grinning as he carries you to the bed. “you take care of everyone else—it’s my turn.”

he lays you down gently, tucking the blanket snugly around you. then he slides in beside you, pulling you into his arms. “tomorrow, i’m taking lia to my parents’ house,” he announces as though it’s already set in stone.

your eyes widen. “what? jay, you don’t have to—”

“shh, no arguments,” he interrupts, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “you deserve a break. you’re spending the entire day doing whatever you want—sleeping, eating, watching trashy reality shows. and if you don’t, i’ll personally bribe you with massages and… maybe a shopping spree.”

you let out a watery laugh, and jay’s grin grows. “there she is,” he says, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth. “there’s my pretty wife.”

“you’re ridiculous,” you mumble, though your cheeks warm at his words.

“and you love me for it,” he counters, smirking. “seriously, angel, let me spoil you tomorrow. you’ve earned it. you deserve it.”

his arms tighten around you, his warmth and steady heartbeat already easing your nerves. “you’re the strongest, most beautiful person i know,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your hair. “and i’m so, so grateful for you.”

you close your eyes, the exhaustion finally giving way to peace. as you drift off, you hear jay whisper one last thing, his voice soft and full of love.

“you’ll always be my number one, angel. now and forever.”

© all rights reserved | hsnlv 2025

[yanderecrazysie]

Twisted Zoo - Ending 5: "One of Us"

I am no longer doing tags. Tumblr hates me and I’d rather not waste my time when there are so many! You can keep up to date on Twisted Zoo on Tumblr, Quotev, Wattpad, or AO3.

WARNINGS: yandere themes

Note: This is similar to ending 2, but I like how it turned out

The moon was high in the sky by the time you were ready to enter the black panther and white tiger exhibit. You walked along the path to the enclosure, whistling cheerfully to yourself. As you pushed open the exhibit door, your whistle trailed off into silence.

All four halflings stood in front of you, looking grim. Even Malleus, who it usually took a small hike to visit, was present. Silver and Sebek avoided eye contact, but Lilia and Malleus stared at you in silence.

“Are you guys alright?” you asked, heart sinking at their expressions.

Lilia exchanged a look with Malleus before the smaller of the two stepped forward. He looked up at you with sad eyes and you were briefly reminded of a puppy wanting to have some of your food.

“Lilia, what’s going on?” you stepped forward, closing the enclosure door behind you.

Lilia shook his head, “It’s… bad news.”

You felt yourself trembling. You cared about the halflings so much, to see them so upset made you feel nearly heartbroken.

“The zoo,” Lilia said, so softly you had to lean in to hear him, “is planning to send us away.”

His words hit you like a train. You opened your mouth but no sound came out. “Send you away?” you finally managed to ask, “Why?”

“They think we’re too boring,” Lilia whispered, “We overheard the top humans talking. They say our exhibit is expensive to maintain when no one visits us. They plan to separate us and send us to different zoos across the world.”

“No! They can’t do that!” you gasped, “You’re like a family! They can’t just tear you apart!”

“They can,” Malleus finally spoke up, his furry ears pressed flat to his head, “And they will. Unless…”

“Unless what?” you asked, practically begging for an answer.

“You can help us,” Lilia said quickly, hope shining in his eyes.

You shook your head, “I don’t see how. I’m just a researcher. Mr. Crowley wouldn’t listen to me.”

“You’ve cared for us, made this place feel better than home. That has to mean something,” Silver spoke up.

Malleus stepped closer, casting a shadow over you. His emerald eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, “We don’t want to be sent away. We don’t want to lose you.”

Sebek nodded, “We’ll do whatever it takes to stay together, but we need you on our side.”

“I’ll… I’ll talk to Mr. Crowley,” you replied, “I’ll try to convince him to-”

Lilia interrupted you, shaking his head, “Talking won’t work. He’s made up his mind.”

“Then what do you expect me to do?” you asked in slight frustration.

Lilia’s eyes met yours, “You’re one of us… you understand us more than any keeper ever has. Surely you could sacrifice your humanity to tie together our family? That’s what the visitors really want to see.”

“One of you?” you echoed, “I’m human, I can’t-”

“Then let me make you one of us,” Malleus interrupted calmly, “My horns have magic, I can turn you into one of us easily.”

Lilia’s hand rested on your cheek, “We can’t survive without you, little one. Stay here, with us and let us keep you safe.”

“You’re sure this would save you all?” your voice came out as a whisper, but they all heard it clearly. One by one, they nodded.

Malleus’s horns began to glow as green as his eyes.

—----------------------------

“Look, Mom, look!” a little girl pointed down at you, “They’re so cute!”

Self-consciously, you drew your tail in, catching the two little white tiger cubs and bringing them closer to you. The twin toddlers giggled and hugged you, gently cuddling against the black panther baby cradled in your arms. 

Your belly was large- you’d be giving birth in a month from now. Whether they would be white tiger halflings or panthers would be a surprise for all of you. The zoo visitors put in votes for their guesses.

Like they’d hoped, the white tiger and black panther exhibit was popular- in fact, it was probably the most popular now that you had little cubs tottering around and looking cute. 

But at what cost?

Silver gently picked up a cub in each arm, “Give Mommy some rest.”

You blinked gratefully at him but didn’t say much. You were tired.

Everyone was happy this way! The visitors, the panthers, and the white tigers. 

Yeah, everyone was happy.

Everyone.

[scoupsakakitty]

Flowers | idol!seungkwan x reader | fluff

The smell of fresh lilies wafted through Y/N’s apartment as she placed yet another bouquet on her already crowded kitchen counter. A sigh escaped her lips as she glanced at the neatly wrapped package of takeout sitting on her dining table, along with a small basket of snacks that had arrived earlier that morning.

Her phone buzzed, the familiar name lighting up her screen. Seungkwan.

Seungkwan: Have you eaten? Don’t forget to take your vitamins today.

Y/N groaned, simultaneously frustrated and amused. “What part of taking a break does he not understand?” she muttered to herself. Picking up her phone, she dialed his number, her annoyance bubbling over.

It barely rang once before he answered. “Y/N?” His voice was soft, hesitant, but hopeful.

“Seungkwan,” she started, trying to keep her tone steady, “what are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, his confusion evident.

“I mean,” she gestured at the air around her as if he could see it, “the flowers, the food, the snacks… and the texts. We said we were taking a break.”

“Oh,” he said, and she could practically hear him pouting on the other end of the line. “I thought the flowers would brighten your day. And I didn’t want you to forget to eat… You’ve been working so much lately.”

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose, her irritation softening as her lips twitched into a reluctant smile. “Seungkwan, you’re doing the opposite of what a break is supposed to be.”

There was a pause, then he asked quietly, “Do you want me to stop?”

She sighed, the mixture of affection and exasperation overwhelming her. “Just… come over. We need to talk.”

“Really?” His tone shifted instantly, bright and eager. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“Seungkwan—”

But he’d already hung up.

Exactly twenty minutes later, her doorbell rang. When she opened the door, there he was, looking sheepish yet hopeful, holding another bouquet of flowers.

“Seungkwan…” she said, her voice a mix of amusement and exasperation.

“Before you say anything,” he started, stepping inside and setting the flowers on her counter, “I know we’re supposed to be on a break, but I couldn’t help it. I missed you. And it’s just… habit, you know? Taking care of you.”

She crossed her arms, leaning against the counter as she watched him fumble with his words. “A break means space, Seungkwan. Space to figure things out. Not daily check-ins, not deliveries, not… this.” She gestured to the flowers.

“I know, I know,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “But it’s hard. You’re the most important person in my life. Not checking in feels… wrong. Like I’m not doing my job.”

She softened, her defenses crumbling as she saw the sincerity in his eyes. “Seungkwan…”

He stepped closer, his hands fidgeting nervously. “I just want you to know I care. I want you to know that even if we’re on a break, I’m still here. I can’t pretend like you don’t exist or that I don’t miss you every second of the day.”

Her lips twitched, the corners lifting despite her best efforts to stay serious. She finally let out a small laugh. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

He tilted his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “But you love me for it.”

She rolled her eyes, her laughter bubbling over as she reached out and tugged him into a hug. “Fuck the break. Just stay.”————————————————————————————-Later that evening, the two of them were curled up on the couch, a half-eaten takeout box on the coffee table and a blanket draped over their legs. Seungkwan lay with his head on her chest, his arms loosely wrapped around her waist.

Y/N’s fingers ran through his soft hair in slow, soothing strokes. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” she teased, her voice soft.

He let out a hum of contentment, snuggling closer. “I know. It’s my secret weapon.”

She chuckled, her fingers trailing along his scalp. “You really didn’t give me much of a break, you know.”

“Don’t need a break from someone who loves you this much,” he murmured, his voice heavy with affection.

She smiled down at him, her heart swelling. “You’re unbelievable.”

He lifted his head slightly to meet her eyes, a small grin playing on his lips. “Unbelievably in love with you, maybe.”

“Cheesy,” she laughed, tugging him back down. “Now hush, the show’s starting.”

Seungkwan sighed happily, burying his face into her chest as the screen lit up with the familiar opening scene of their favorite series.

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[incomplete-leclerc]

　𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗞𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦.　franco colapinto · #43

　　　your boyfriend acts on impulse, leading him to get into fights, and you to worry about his safety.

genres : hurt/comfort ... established relationship ... franco x fem!reader.　 request : anon for franco + stitches on a cheekbone for the 100 event.　word count : 0.6k.　warnings : mild arguing ... mention of injuries (bruises, a cut, stitches) ... mention of franco punching someone ... profanity ... some spanish pentanes (i do not speak spanish but i think they're all translated correctly).　 note : tell me why there were no good pics of franco so i had to find a random gif instead LIKE i swear finding pics takes longer than writing the actual fics sometimes.　　　( masterlist )　( taglist )

“Franco? Where the fuck have you been?” you asked disgruntledly as the figure of your boyfriend stepped through the door. Wide eyes, clearly tired, but they softened at the sound of your voice, no matter how irritated your tone was. He dropped his tattered backpack on the floor and pulled you into his arms, wrapping you up tightly and nuzzling his face into your neck. 

“I’m so sorry, hermosa. I didn’t mean to leave you worried,” he whispered. You breathed, closing your eyes and reciprocating the hug. More than twenty-four hours with no word from him had you thinking of the worst possible scenarios to explain what had happened. Although you were still very much mad at him, you let him have the hug that you both needed in the moment. Breathing in his familiar scent, letting it calm your senses just slightly. He was safe, back in your arms. You could finally let your brain take a break from running in circles.

You felt him press a few kisses to your neck, soft and slow, travelling up to your cheek until you pulled away from the hug. 

“Where were you? Why didn’t you call?” you questioned, withdrawing to look at his face. 

“My phone died. And I got in a little fight— but, I’m really okay, Y/n. It was just a crazy night.”

Your face fell. “You’re so reckless all the time, amor. Don’t you ever stop to use your brain once?” 

You knew the words would do little to change anything. Franco was messy. Nothing could magically make him a clean person. Usually it didn’t bother you. It was something you loved about him. But when it got in the way of his safety, it scared you. Staring at the bruises starting to form on his left cheek, and the cut on his cheekbone closed up with a few stitches, you only wished he would listen to you for once. 

“How’d you start a fight this time?” you asked, leading Franco to sit down on the couch. Now that he was back home, it was time for you to take charge and take care of him. And if you were lucky, knock some sense into his brain. He was silent for a moment, thinking of how to phrase what had happened in the mildest way possible.

“Well… we were all drunk, and some guys said some things about you, so I just punched them in the face so they would shut up,” he said simply, trying to stop himself from grinning. You stared at him in shock. 

“Franco—”

“Y/n, you can’t possibly have expected me to just let them talk shit about you? I don’t think I overreacted,” he defended. In his mind, a few bruises to his face was more than worth it to shut up a few assholes talking about his girlfriend. And seeing them run off with much worse injuries than him was satisfying. 

“You didn’t have to fight them over it. Now you’re hurt, and I was left worrying about you for hours. It was unnecessary and completely avoidable,” you pleaded, hoping that he would understand where you were coming from. A few tears building in your eyes stopped Franco from arguing over it more.

“I’m sorry, hermosa,” he whispered, cupping your face and silencing you of any other critical words. You knew it was time to drop the issue. You didn’t want to press him more after he apologized. “I won’t do it again,” he said, noticing the doubt in your eyes. It eased up, and you relaxed slightly. 

“Promise?” 

“Swear on my life,” he assured, sincerity swimming in his pearly eyes. You knew he meant it this time.

taglist: @caffeinboi

[jaeyunnz]

𝖯𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖠𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

jake + f¡reader 18+

CONTENT: Your best friend drags you to a bar, determined to pull you out of your studious, work obsessed bubble. To your shock, they secretly arrange a hook up with Jake, a charismatic and seductive stranger who’s used to getting his way. But you’re not interested in love or distractions, and Jake quickly realizes you’re unlike anyone he’s ever encountered.

WARNINGS: switch!jake mostly dom, sub¡reader, making out, handjob, dry humping, grinding, unprotected sex (dont do it.) begging, cussing, drinking, pet names and dirty talk. not proofread btw i got too lazy !!!

idk the word count but it wont disappoint i promise( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

The bass from the speakers thumped through the dimly lit bar, vibrating under your feet as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. The neon lights flickered against the smoky haze in the room, casting shadows on faces both unfamiliar and far too familiar. You sighed, pulling your jacket tighter around you, questioning for the hundredth time why you had let your best friend, Mia, drag you here.

“I still don’t understand why you’re so against this,” Mia said, her voice raised over the music as she leaned closer. “It’s just one night! Loosen up, will you?”

You shot her a glare, fingers tightening around the glass of water you’d ordered despite the bartender’s raised eyebrow. “Because it’s ridiculous,” you replied. “I don’t need a hook up to spice up my life. I have midterms to worry about.”

Mia rolled her eyes, swirling her cocktail ,“Exactly why you need this. You’re always buried in books, stressing over grades. You deserve to have fun for once.” She smirked, her eyes gleaming mischievously as she leaned in closer. “And Jake… he’s exactly the kind of fun you need.”

Your brows furrowed. “Jake?”

She tilted her head toward the far corner of the bar, where a small group of people had gathered. It didn’t take long for you to spot him—the center of attention, effortlessly commanding the room’s energy. His brown hair fell just above his brows, and his smirk was the kind that could melt hearts or, in your case, irritate you on sight. He had a slim body, and the suit he was wearing hugged his body just perfectly.

“That’s Jake,” Mia said, practically purring. “He’s… let’s say… a professional. People pay him for a night they’ll never forget. Your eyes widened, heat rising to your cheeks as you whipped your head back toward Mia. “You’re kidding me.”

“Nope,” she said, popping the “p” for emphasis. “And I already paid for you, so don’t even think about backing out.”

“Mia!” you hissed, but she was already standing, tugging you up by your wrist. “Trust me, you’ll thank me later,” she said with a wink before practically shoving you toward the corner where Jake stood, now eyeing you with amused curiosity.

You stopped a few feet away, planting your heels firmly on the sticky floor. His gaze swept over you, and that cocky grin of his deepened. “Well, aren’t you a breath of fresh air,” he drawled, leaning casually against the wall. “Let me guess—this wasn’t your idea?”

You crossed your arms, meeting his gaze with a defiance you weren’t entirely sure you felt. “Not even close.” Jake chuckled, his voice low and smooth. “I like a challenge.”

“Well, you’re wasting your time,” you said sharply, raising a brow. “I’m not interested in playing along.” He straightened, stepping closer but still giving you space. His smirk didn’t falter, but his tone softened just enough to catch you off guard.“Then why are you here?” he asked.

You hesitated, glancing over your shoulder at Mia, who was watching from the bar with a smug grin. “Honestly? I’m still trying to figure that out.” Jake’s gaze didn’t waver, and that irritating smirk tugged at the corner of his lips again. “You know,” he said, his voice smooth as velvet, “most people don’t need convincing to spend time with me.”

“Well, congratulations,” you replied flatly, folding your arms tighter. “I guess I’m not most people.” He chuckled, leaning back against the wall like he had all the time in the world. “No, you’re definitely not. Let me guess... straight-A student? Never missed a lecture? Probably have a color coded planner for your entire life?”

Your lips parted, words of protest rising to your throat, but they never came. Because, annoyingly, he was right. Instead, you gave him a glare that could freeze fire. “What’s your point?”Jake shrugged, looking infuriatingly pleased with himself. “Just saying, maybe you’ve got all that discipline and ambition because you’ve never let loose. Don’t you ever get tired of being… perfect?”

The word stung, but you refused to let it show. “Perfection isn’t a bad thing,” you shot back. “Maybe you’re just too lazy to understand that.” That earned a low whistle from him. “Ouch. You’ve got claws, don’t you?”

“I’m not here to entertain you,” you snapped. “In fact, I’m not here for this at all.” Jake tilted his head, studying you like you were some puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. For a moment, the playful arrogance in his eyes softened, replaced by something harder to define. “Okay,” he said finally, straightening up and stepping closer. His sudden proximity made your pulse quicken, though you told yourself it was just irritation. “How about this? No games, no tricks. Just a conversation. One drink. If you still want to walk away after that, I won’t stop you.”

You hesitated, glancing over your shoulder at Mia again. She raised her glass in a silent toast, clearly thrilled with herself for orchestrating this. “Fine,” you said through gritted teeth. “One drink.” Jake grinned, gesturing toward the bar. “After you.”

You made your way back to the bar, Jake following close behind. The faint scent of his cologne, woodsy, with a hint of spice, drifted toward you, and you hated how it stuck in your mind. When you make it to one of the stools, Jake leans over and helps pull it back for you to sit. You snap your head up, his head is tilted slightly at you. "I can do that myself." He raises an eyebrow, chuckling quietly. "Won't even allow me to be a gentleman toward you?"

You roll your eyes and take a seat, despite feeling annoyed, your stomach fluttered with a sudden sensation, unsure what it was. Maybe he was getting to you? — No, it can't be.

He took the seat next to you, leaning casually on the counter like he belonged there. “What’s your poison?” he asked, signaling the bartender “Water,” you said without hesitation, your tone making it clear you weren’t joking. Jake’s lips twitched, clearly holding back a laugh. “Water? You really are all business, aren’t you?” You raised a brow. “And you clearly think this is a joke.”

“Not at all,” he said smoothly. “I think it’s refreshing, actually. Most people come in here trying to impress me, but you? You don’t even want to be here.”

"Glad we’re on the same page,” you said dryly, ignoring the way his eyes seemed to study every expression that flickered across your face. The bartender slid you your water, and Jake’s whiskey arrived a moment later. He raised his glass toward you, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “To making the most of the night.” You clinked your glass against his reluctantly, taking a sip as he watched you with unnerving intensity.

“So,” he began, resting his elbow on the counter as he turned toward you. “What’s the deal? Why is someone like you here if this isn’t your thing?” You sighed, debating whether to give him the short version or just shut him down entirely. But something about his gaze made you hesitate. He looked intrigued, not in the smug, predatory way you’d expected, but genuinely curious. “My friend thought I needed to… loosen up,” you said, keeping your tone clipped. Jake chuckled. “Well, she’s not wrong.” You rolled your eyes. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough,” he said, leaning in just slightly. “You’re wound up tighter than a spring, and you’re fighting like hell to make sure I know I don’t intimidate you.” You opened your mouth to argue, but the words didn’t come. Because, again, he wasn’t entirely wrong. "And you?” you shot back, crossing your arms. “What’s your deal? Why does someone like you hang around here, charming strangers for a living?”

Jake’s smirk faltered, just for a fraction of a second, and you almost missed it. But then it was back, his expression smooth as ever. “Everyone’s got their reasons,” he said vaguely, taking a slow sip of his whiskey. “Let’s just say this gig pays the bills—and keeps things interesting.” You narrowed your eyes. “That’s not an answer.”

“Maybe not,” he said, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “But you’ve got to admit, it’s a good way to keep the conversation going.” You exhaled sharply, annoyed at how easily he could redirect the focus. Yet, as much as you hated to admit it, there was something about him that made it hard to look away.

For a second, your eyes follow down to his lips. He catches your glance, causing you to snap back to reality, looking away in embarrassment as a low chuckle escapes his mouth. "Be honest." He says, taking another sip out of his whiskey. "Though you don't wanna admit it, your eyes tell me, well..." he leans in closer, causing your body to freeze. "That your interested in me."

You gulp as he inches closer and closer, your mind is telling you to back away, maybe even leave the stupid club, but fuck your body wants him at this point, needs him. Something about him is irresistible, he looks damn good and the smell of his cologne doesn't help either, or the fact that hes so close you can feel his breath fanning over your lips.

His licks his lower lip, watching how quiet you've become which causes you to swallow hard. Jake slowly chugs the rest of his whiskey before meeting your eyes again. "Your scaring me with how quiet you've become." He chuckles, you roll your eyes and look around the bar, trying to get your mind clear.

"If you wanna kiss me, just say so, I don't bite." Your eyes widen, you don't wanna look at him, from being uninterested to falling for him hard much faster then you intended causes you to ask yourself why you didn't just walk out sooner. But a part of you is damn proud you didn't.

Finally, you meet his gaze, nodding your head at his words. This causes him to raise his eyebrow, he chuckles and slides off his stool, taking steps closer to you. Your heart sinks to your stomach as he spreads your legs slightly, standing in between them and caging you in. His eyes darting down to your lips in a seductive glance. "I knew you'd give in to me, at some point."

"Shut up and kiss me before I change my mind." You grunt out, he smirks before leaning in, attaching his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. Your arms instinctively go to wrap around his neck, Jake's hand sliding down to your thigh and rubbing your soft skin gently, causing your body to shiver. You wanted to touch him further, damn your so needy right now and you hate it.

I guess your not the only one feeling that way though, because when his tongue slips into your parted lips, causing you to moan softly, your eyes accidentally peek down to his pants. You can see the huge tent in them. He wants you as bad as you want him, something about you turns Jake on so much. Maybe its because of how unbothered you are, how you don't care, how you wanna get to know him and your not all over him.

Jake starts grinding his hips against your spread legs and the stool. He groans softly into your mouth as you watch him do so, feeling your panties become slightly wet. His grinds are faster, practically humping on the stool desperately for contact and friction. "Fuck." He groans out before pulling back from the kiss, his hair now disheveled as your breathless. Theres a private room upstairs." He pants out.

"Take me there then." You say, he bites his lower lip and looks over the bar before picking you up, your legs wrapping around his waist instantly. From a distance, Mia, your bestfriend saw the whole thing. When Jake starts walking up the stairs, you make eyecontact with her but try to avoid her gaze in embarrassment for giving in. She gives you a playful wink and mouths out quietly, "Have fun." You glare at her before Jake finally makes it to a room and slams the door shut.

Music can still be heard from the bar downstairs, but its loud enough that no one would be able to hear you both. He sets you down on the couch with your legs spread, he sits down in between them, pulling your thighs over his hips. He smashes his lips against yours in a desperate kiss. His hands continue to roam your thighs, spreading them wider apart, your breath hitches as he does so. He breaks the kiss for a moment, his breath heavy against your lips. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby. So fucking good I promise."

"You better." His hips start moving upwards, chuckling at your response while grinding his hardness on you which makes you bite your lip. "Fuck, you're already feeling so hot..." whispers in your ear, one hand sliding up your thigh while the other supports himself. "I need you." He groans out.

He grinds harder, his breath hitches slightly as he watches you roll your eyes back, clearly enjoying this. When you look down, you notice a wet sploch on his pants. He clearly needs you to touch him there, and your full aware of that. "Need what exactly? Use your words." You breathe out,

He lets out a soft whine at your request. He's never had a girl tell him what to do before, not in bed. Jake thinks thats what makes him so turned on. His hips start stuttering for a moment before pleading, "Please, baby... I need you to touch my dick... I need your hands on me so badly."

"You can do better than that." He raises an eyebrow at your words, feeling slightly flustered. His face scrunches up in a mix of frustration and desire as he continues to grind upwards on you. "Touch my dick. I need it so bad, I'll do anything... Just touch me." he whimpers out, his hips moving frantically against yours. "Take off your pants." You say.

He looks down at you, quickly unbuttoning his pants and pulls them down along with his underwear, his hard dick springing free. He feels the cold air around the room hit the head of his cock, shivers running down his spine. You admire his length, gulping hard, hes insanely big. I mean you already had a feeling he was.

"Keep grinding on me, show me how much you need my touch." Hes slightly shocked at your orders, hes never experienced this with anyone before. He starts grinding on you even harder, his hips moving frantically as he chases his pleasure "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your torturing me at this point." He looks down at his dick, watching it slap against your clothed pussy, "I'm gonna cum if you don't touch me soon, baby."

His hips move fast against your clothed pussy, going to the beat of the loud music playing downstairs at the bar, leaving a wet spot on your skirt and you let out a soft moan. You finally give in, Jake gasps loudly as your hand wraps around his hard cock, his hips jerking involuntarily. "Holy shit." He groans. "Oh god, that feels amazing." he thrusts into your hand desperately. "Squeeze it, please squeeze my fucking cock."

His begging turns you on so much and you don't know why. You follow after his words and gently squeeze his cock, his mouth dropping wide open. His body tenses up as you squeeze his hard length, a bead of precum forming at the tip. "You're gonna make me..." he pants, his hips bucking into your hand. "Can I... can I put it between your thighs?"

Your already this far, how could you say no? You want him inside you so badly it hurts.

"M...mhm." You breathe out heavily. He quickly positions himself between your thighs, his wet, throbbing dick sliding between your warm, clothed thighs. "Oh my god, fuck..." he moans, hooking his arms under your thighs and pulls them up higher, the head of his throbbing dick pressing against your warm, fabric covered center. You moan loudly at the feeling and grip onto the armrest of the couch. "Damn it, you're gonna make me snap." he growls, pushing his hips forward and trying to get inside your clothes.

You help him by reaching down and lifting your skirt up, pushing your panties aside, giving him better access and enough room for him to slide his hard cock partway through your wet folds. You tilt your head back and dig your finger nails into the softness of the armrest, whining at the feeling. He growls softly, "Shit, baby... You're so wet."

"N...need you inside of me." His eyes snap to yours when he hears that, seeing you toss your hair back and spread your thighs wider. He lines himself up and shoves inside you hard, making you cry out. He grabs your hips possessively, "Damn it, no foreplay? You really want it that bad?" He chuckles as you reach up to grip his shirt for something to hold on, arching your back into the cushion of the couch from his hard and slow thrusts.

"S-shut up...-" He silences you with a deep, hard thrust, his cock hitting your g-spot immediately, causing you to gasp and lift your hips up slightly off the couch. He starts pounding into you ruthlessly, not caring about being gentle. Tears forming in your eyes. "Fuck, your pussy is so tight baby, shitttt..." He grunts.

Your loud moan spurs him on. He grips your hips harder, spreading your legs wider to get deeper. He sees your breasts bouncing with his rough thrusts. He growls at the sight, "Damn it. " You think he can't get any rougher, but he moves his hips wildly, faster and harder each tome, making your body shake and tremble, your mouth wide open.

"Yeah, does it feel good babygirl?" He whimpers out as you let out a scream of pleasure, trying to speak up but its too much. "Yeahh... yeah its too much huh? Your being so good though... taking my cock so well." You clench around his cock tightly hearing him praise you, your about to climax and he knows it.

"A-ah J-jake I'm..." He hears your words, though you didn't finish speaking he knows that your close and grabs your neck, forcing you to look at him as he moves his cock inside you faster and harder. His other hand reaching down to rub your clit roughly. "Cum for me baby. Cum on my cock right now."

His eyes roll back as he feels your walls tighten around him, cumming hard around his length and it drips down on the couch. He fucks through your orgasm, prolonging it. "Fuck yeah, yeahhh good girl..." he groans out, grabing your breasts roughly, continuing to thrust deep inside you. He watches you throw your head back in ecstasy, your pussy still spasming around his cock. He pinches your nipples hard, eliciting another moan from you.

His breathing becomes heavier as he watches you orgasm again - two times in a row. "A-ah mmph!" You moan out loudly. Your body is shaking violently from the pleasure and you can't even feel your legs at this point. He leans down, groaning in your ear, "You're taking my dick like such a good girl. Taking every inch." He keeps pounding into you, feeling his own release building as his dirty talk makes you clench tigher around his length.

With a deep grunt, Jake buries himself to the hilt inside your spasming pussy, his cock twitching violently as he explodes. "Fuck, I'm cumming..." He pumps load after load of hot cum deep into your cunt, gasping and whimpering loudly. "Fuck!" He moans out loudly while you grip onto his shoulders tightly, rolling your eyes back.

He slowly pulls out, making you both wince. He sees you collapse back against the couch, legs twitching slightly. "Holy shit."

The early morning light filtered through the thin curtains, casting soft, golden beams across the room. You blinked awake, your body still heavy with sleep, and for a moment, you didn’t recognize where you were. The events of the night before came rushing back, leaving you caught between disbelief and something you couldn’t quite name.

Jake was already awake, sitting at the edge of the bed, pulling on his shirt. His movements were slow, deliberate, as though he didn’t want to break the fragile quiet that had settled over the room. When he turned, his eyes met yours, and for once, the playful smirk you’d come to expect wasn’t there.

“You’re awake,” he said softly, his voice lower, calmer than the night before. You sat up, clutching the sheet around you. “Yeah.” Neither of you spoke for a moment, the silence stretching out like an unspoken question. You’d told yourself this would mean nothing—a fleeting moment in the chaos of life, something to shove into the back of your mind and move on from. But sitting there now, you weren’t so sure.

Jake broke the silence, running a hand through his tousled hair. “So… was it as bad as you thought it’d be?” You rolled your eyes, though the edge in your tone was softer than usual. “You really can’t help yourself, can you?” He shrugged, a hint of his signature grin creeping back. “What can I say? I like to know where I stand.”

You hesitated, unsure how to respond. Finally, you settled on the truth—at least part of it. “It was… different.”

“Different, huh?” He raised an eyebrow, leaning back on his hands. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” You glare at him playfully before clearing your throat. "Okay yeah I may have enjoyed it." He heard you and a small smirk appears on his face. "What was that?" He says. "You heard me, stupid."

Jake lets out a soft chuckle and leans in close to place a soft kiss on your lips, causing you to blush. "I like you." He says with a relaxed and calm tone, your gaze softening. "I... I like you too I guess." You look away, flustered as he lets out a quiet laugh. "Mhm whatever you say."

Note : Thank you sm for 700+ notes on tasting tempations ahhh !!!( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

[mangionebabymama]

Can we also talk about Luigi with a short girl? I really doubt he has a preference, I’m just self-indulging here. He loves helping you do stuff, he makes you or buys you a little stepping stool for the kitchen so you can use all the cupboard space. He loves how he can kiss the top of your head, and how you have to look up at him. He loves how you fit into him perfectly when you hug. Plus, I think he likes a girl with a sassy side and is short girls can be firecrackers when we want to be. And also, he’s got a size kink surely. He knows that a girl that short taking a cock that big can’t be the easiest thing, but you love it.

Self-indulge all the way!

I don’t think he’d have a preference either. He’d love how you’d stand on your tippy toes to reach up and kiss his cheek, or plant a little peck on his jaw; in return, you’d love how sweet it is of him when he crouches down a bit to kiss you. The love language of him without saying a word when you’re reaching up for something, he goes to grab it, as he stands behind you, smiling at you as he hands the item. When you’d hug, he’d rest his chin on top of yours every time.

He would like a girl with a sassy side, as he adores nothing more than someone who matches his level of sass and understands that love language of bantering each other, engaging in some good-humored teasing back and forth—it’s also nice, too, if you do have an innate mouth on you and you sometimes need your attitude adjusted. He’ll know how to fix that. You wouldn’t be surprised that he’d have a size kink, but then again, you’d get used to it as he’d remind you, “You’re a big girl, you can take it”

[winchesterwild78]

The Art of Not Saying "I Love You" pt 4

Master List

Characters: Soldier Boy, Ben x Reader, other characters from The Boys

Warnings: some angst, lots of fluff, Ben the ol softy 

A/N: I’ve loved writing this story. Ben always gets a bad rap because of his personality, but I see right through it. He was hurt and betrayed by his father and then the woman he loved. He was tortured for over 40 years, I don’t know about you but I’d be a little pissed too. I love writing soft Ben, because I have a feeling if the right woman came along she could break down those walls, brick by brick. I can see him falling in love and it scaring the hell out of him. 

I hope you’ve enjoyed this story. Thanks for reading it. 

I do not own the rights to the characters in this story. This does not follow The Boys timeline, and is a work of fiction.

All work is my own, please don’t take it or use it without permission. Reblogs and Likes are always welcome.

Written and edited fast, please overlook any errors. 

Minors DNI 18+

Annie looked at me stunned. “You’re what?!” Tears pricked my eyes, “I’m pregnant. Oh Annie, what am I going to do?” 

She pulled me close and wrapped her arms around me. “We will figure it out.” 

I swallowed hard as a lump formed. I knew the baby was Ben’s. Tom always wore a condom and never finished inside me. He always pulled out and finished in the condom. Ben however, was proud of the fact he came inside me. 

I placed a hand on my stomach. I couldn’t believe this was my life. So utterly alone, heartbroken and pregnant. 

I felt the bile rise up in my throat and I ran to the bathroom, emptying the contents of my stomach. 

When I finished I cleaned myself up, brushed my teeth and went back into the living room. 

Annie was texting and my heart sank. “Annie, please don’t say anything to anyone. Even Huey. I don’t want Ben to know.” 

“Oh sweetie, it’s not my place to tell anyone. I was just letting Huey know I was staying the night with you. Y/N, I’m not going to tell you what to do, but I think you should tell Ben. If this is his baby don’t you think he should know. Even if you two aren’t together, don’t you want your baby to have both their parents in their life?” 

“I don’t know what to do, Annie. Can I really raise a baby on my own, do I want to? I was in love with Ben. Hell, I still am. If things were different I’d be over the moon to have a baby with the man I love, but he has made it clear he can’t or won’t have a relationship with me. I can’t risk him hurting this child. If I keep the baby, they will only know they are loved and wanted. I don’t want them growing up thinking they weren’t good enough to be loved by their father.” 

She touched my arm, “Well, whatever you decide I’ll be there with you. This baby will always be loved and taken care of. Right now let’s focus on getting you something to eat and relaxing.” 

I nodded and she pulled me in tightly for a hug. 

“I don’t have much here for food.” “It’s okay. I’ll run to the store since you’re not feeling well and grab some stuff. You stay here and rest.”

I nodded, she hugged me and left. I thought about what she said about Butcher. 

I took a deep breath, swallowing the lump in my throat and hovered over his contact information in my phone. 

I pushed it and bit my lip. One ring and he picked up. 

“Oi, love! Are you okay? Where are you?” 

My voice was soft, “Hey B. I’m okay. I’m so sorry I cut you out. I’ve been dealing with everything. I just needed to get away and clear my head.” 

“I understand, love. Are you coming home?” 

“No, I have a place now. I’m so sorry B.” Then I heard Ben in the background. “Butcher get the fuck off the phone. We have work to do.” 

I gasped at the sound of his voice. It sent a shiver down my spine. My breath hitched. 

“Shut it you fucking cunt. I’m talking to Y/N.” 

“What?! How is she, where is she? Let me talk to her.” 

“No, Butcher. I don’t want to talk to him. Please.” 

“No. She doesn’t want to talk to you.” 

I felt sick. My heart pounded in my chest. Part of me screamed out for him and another part wanted to keep him away. I was so torn. 

“Hey, Butcher. You sound busy. I promise to keep in touch. I love you, B.” 

“Okay, I love you too, Y/N.” 

We hung up and the tears fell. I sat my phone down and it rang almost immediately. 

I looked at the screen and it was Ben. I sat staring at his name. The call ended and he called right back. He was relentless. 

Finally I answered, “Hello, Ben.” 

“Oh my god, Y/N! Thank god you answered. Are you okay? Where are you?” 

“I’m okay Ben. I’m not going to tell you where I am. I need to protect myself from you.” 

He gasped softly, “Please don’t say that, baby. I would never hurt you.” 

I scoffed, “But you did, Ben. You made me fall in love with you and then you pushed me away. How could you do that?” A sob left my lips.

Ben ran his fingers through his hair, “Baby, I didn’t mean to hurt you. You’re everything to me.” “No, Ben. I’m not. If I was you wouldn’t have slept with another woman the day after we made love all weekend.”

He sighed heavily. “Ben, I need to tell you something. Before I do I need you to understand I don’t need anything or want anything from you.” 

“Okay, sweetheart. I understand.” Ben’s heart quickened and his mind began to race. 

“Ben, I went to the doctor for a physical and they ran some routine tests. The doctor called me today with the results.” I swallowed hard and took a deep shaky breath.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Is everything okay?” My voice quivered, “No Ben, but I will be. Ben, I’m pregnant.” 

Ben almost dropped his phone, “What? Is it mine or Tom’s?” “It’s yours. I’m positive. But I don’t want or need anything from you. I just wanted you to know. You have a right to know.” 

“Y/N, please tell me where you are. I want to be there with you.” “Ben, it’s too late. You made your choice and I’ve made mine. I’ll keep you updated on the baby, but I’m not expecting anything. I don’t want them to feel like they are unloved or unworthy.” 

“Don’t do that.” His voice dripped with venom. “Don’t do what? Tell the truth? Ben I know you used me. I was stupid enough to fall in love with you, stupid enough to believe I mattered and that you loved me too. But you’re not capable of loving anyone, are you?!”

“Stop! You do matter to me, dammit. I’m a fucking coward! Is that what you want to hear? I’m a fucking coward who finally let his walls down, made love to a beautiful woman, apparently made a baby with her and then I pushed her away. All because I’m too much of a fucking coward to admit…” His voice trailed off. 

I heard the pain in his voice and it sent a pang of guilt and sadness through my heart. “To admit what Ben?”

“Just forget it. You’ve made up your mind already, Y/N. I want to be in our baby’s life. They will know I’m their father and I’ll do whatever I can to protect them.”

“Ben.” My voice is soft and unsure. “Y/N.” “Please tell me what you were going to say. I need to hear it. Please.” My voice quivered and I felt the tears start to fall. 

Ben was quiet on the other end. He took a deep breath. “I um.. Shit, this is harder than being tortured for 40 years.” I chuckled softly, “Ben, please. You can trust me. I love you, Ben.” 

Just like that a switch flipped, “Y/N, I’m sorry. I’ve been a fucking pussy. I let everything Crimson and those Reds do to me cloud my judgement and build up walls. You broke through those walls without even trying. Now you’re having my baby. Y/N, I’m so sorry it took me this long to grow a pair. I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” 

My breath hitched and I smiled. There it was. Ben finally said it. Finally admitting what he had been pushing down deep. 

“I love you too, Ben. Now get your ass over here.” I gave him the address and he laughed, “Yes ma’am. I’m on my way.”

When Annie came back from the store I told her what happened and how Ben was coming over. She hugged me and told me she was glad he finally admitted he loved me. “I knew it this whole time. It was the only thing that made sense. He’s been terrified of giving his heart away again and having it crushed. I’m happy for your sweetie. I’m going to leave so you two can have some privacy. Let me know how it goes.” I nodded and gave her a hug. 

I sat on the couch and waited for Ben. My heart pounded in my chest. Every minute felt like an eternity. An hour had passed since the phone call. My heart began to ache. It doesn’t take an hour to get here from the apartment. Oh god, he did it again. I let myself believe him.

As the familiar ache started to fill my heart the sound of the doorbell pulled me from my thoughts. 

I took a deep breath and opened the door. Standing there was Ben. Looking as amazing as ever. In his hands was a bouquet of my favorite flowers, a bag filled with my favorite snacks and another bag. 

I chuckled when I saw it. His green eyes met mine, “Sorry I’m late sweetheart. I had to make a stop.” 

He walked in, sat the stuff down and I leaped in his arms. He pulled me flush to his chest and kissed me. The kiss was gentle at first but then it deepened. The pain and sorrow from the past two months melted away with every swipe of our tongues, every brush of his fingertips. 

When we pulled away from each other our chests were heaving for air. Ben’s hands cupped my face, “God you’re so beautiful, and you’re having my baby.” I smiled and leaned into his touch, “Yeah, we’re having a baby, Ben.” 

He placed his hands gently on my stomach, “Hey baby. It’s your dad. You’re going to come out and kick ass.” I playfully slapped his arm, “Ben, language.” He smirked, “Sorry, but he will.” “Oh so it’s a he?” 

Ben just looked at me, “I like to think so. He’s going to grow up loved, strong and I’ll always be so fucking proud of him.” 

I saw tears prick Ben’s eyes. I placed my hands on his chest, “Ben, you’re going to be an amazing father. You just have to let us in. Don’t push us away and always remember there is nothing you could ever do that will make us not love you. Hell, even after you slept with that woman I was still in love with you.” 

I stepped closer to Ben, “I still love you, Ben. So much. This baby, our baby is going to be loved and grow up strong like you are. You’re worthy of love and so much more.”

Ben pulled me close to his chest and held me tight. “How did I get so lucky to have your love? I’m sorry I pushed you away. I’m sorry I made you ever feel unloved and unwanted.” The tears that had pricked his eyes were starting to fall. 

I’d never seen him cry and my heart ached. I reached up and wiped his tears away with my thumbs. “Ben, you’re here now and that’s what matters. Don’t ever do that again or we (I placed my hand on my stomach) will kick your ass.” 

He chuckled, “I wouldn’t think of it. This, us, our baby, is all I’ll ever need. I made not saying I love you an art, but with you I never want to miss the chance to say it again. “I love you, Y/N. Now and forever.” “I love you too, Ben. Now and forever.”

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[buck-star]

for the stucky bingo!! “showering together”

either smutty or angsty! if you go angsty I’m always a sucker for the whole “just got bucky back” civil war era trope.

maybe steve helps bucky shower for the first time since getting him back! he prob didn’t have running water in bucharest so is a lil grimey but def doesn’t really have any positive associations with showers or bathing so he’s on EDGE the entire time but steve just mama birds him.

or alternatively bucky mama birds steve! maybe he gets sick somehow and bucky is full blown 1940’s “stfu and let me take care of you mode” and drags him into the shower

sorry for the rambling bye

Shower and comfort

Steve helps Bucky not just with a shower but also to calm his anxiety during the shower.

Pairing: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Boyfriend!Steve Rogers

Wordcount: 2.330 Words

Warnings/Tags: anxiety, Bucky with ptsd, crying, comfort, established relationship, petnames [baby], kisses, nudity (none sexual), fluff

Authors Note: Thank you for the request. It really sparked the muse to write, hope you like it. Divider made by me.

Events: WinterShield Bingo [I2 | Showering Together | @wintershieldbingo], Hurt Comfort Bingo [BO32 | Row Two-Three | Showering Together | @hurtcomfort-bingo], Stucky Bingo [SB6010 | N3 | Free Space | @stuckybingo], Seasonal Delights Bingo: Types of love [O5 | Silent Hugs | @seasonaldelightsbingo]

Masterlist | Stucky Masterlist

The warmth of the hot steam of the steady shower spray fills the room, mixed with the sound of the water dripping down onto the cool shower tiles to warm them up.

“Stevie, I don’t think… I don’t need a shower,” Bucky stutters, hugging himself tightly while he sits on the closed toilet where Steve placed him a few minutes ago. “I—I can just… I will just use a bit of soap and a sponge to wash me.”

Steve shakes his head; he hates to see Bucky so afraid and unsure. But as much as he loves his boyfriend, he can’t ignore that Bucky’s looking like he hasn’t had a shower in years — he probably hasn’t.

Bucky’s brown hair is stuck together, dirty, and causing pain already when Bucky tries to comb it. More often than not, Bucky scratches his dry skin until it’s a wound that has to be fixed by Steve, or else it would inflame itself.

“Buck, I know you don’t like it, but your hair is so dirty; we can’t fix it with just a bit of soap and a short wash,” Steve tries, but his boyfriend shakes his head, refusing to undress himself for the shower.

“But I don’t want to,” Bucky whines. As cute as it might sound, Steve notices the deep fear that’s in the tone of Bucky’s rough voice. His ocean blue eyes are pleading to let him get away with just a short cleaning. Steve would agree to it, and Bucky would agree to having a shower a week, but he hadn’t had one in months, maybe even years.

“When was the last time you really cleaned yourself? A full-body cleaning?” Steve asks, his voice remaining soft and understanding. He would never say that Bucky’s disgusting for having such a lack of self-cleaning, but he wants his boyfriend to feel better, and showers are supposed to feel better. Once you’re clean and pretty, you mostly feel not just fresh but also better.

“I don’t know… But I… I can clean my whole body without having to step inside there,” Bucky tries to argue. He only earns a soft shake of the other man’s head with a smile on the plump lips of his boyfriend. “Stevie, please. I will wash my body. But I don’t want to go into the shower.”

“How do you want to clean yourself then, baby?” Steve knows how Bucky would do it; he would undress and use some soap on either his hands or a sponge to rush it over his skin and use a bit of water to wash it away. The amount of water Bucky uses to clean himself fits in a small glass. And then he would dry himself with a towel before dressing himself again.

“Stevie…” Bucky mumbles, hugging himself even closer. The brunette shakes his head, whimpering quietly. “Please…”

“How about we undress you?” Steve suggests turning the shower off. Bucky immediately relaxes and nods. He lets his hands fall to his sides, and Steve uses the opportunity to help Bucky out of his sweat and dirt-covered Henley.

Bucky then gets off the toilet, looking down at Steve on his knees while he pushes down Bucky’s sweatpants and gets up to take a step backwards.

“Take off your boxers and I will get you a clean towel and a sponge,” Steve says, kissing Bucky’s forehead before he leaves the bathroom. Bucky does as he’s told, pushing down the thin fabric of his boxer briefs and stepping out of it. He then sits back down on the toilet, waiting for his boyfriend to come back into the bathroom.

Steve walks back into the bathroom, a towel thrown over his shoulder, new boxer briefs, a Henley, and sweatpants, as well as a sponge in his hands. He watches when Bucky pulls his legs against his chest and wraps his arms tightly around them. The usual broad and big man looks small and fragile when he sits there like that.

“Sit down in the shower for me; the tiles should be warm,” Steve says as he puts the clothes down on a counter. Bucky watches him with widened eyes, shaking his head. “Please, Buck. Sit down in the shower for me; I don’t want to drag you in there.”

“Stevie, you wouldn’t. Please, you don’t want to drag me in there,” Bucky whimpers, pulling his legs even closer against his broad chest. “I’m strong—“

Steve sighs, wrapping one arm around Bucky’s back, and the other slides underneath his legs, lifting his boyfriend up. Bucky whines, wrapping his arms tightly around his boyfriend's neck while he lets Steve carry him to sit on the floor in the shower.

“Stevie, you’re mean… I’m not gonna shower in here,” Bucky mumbles and tries to get out of the shower, but Steve blocks the way and gets on his knees to push Bucky back into a sitting position.

“Please, I know you’re scared, but please let me wash you. Let me undress; I will join you, and I will wash you. We can keep the door slightly open if it helps; the water isn’t gonna hurt you. And I’m not gonna hurt you, either,” Steve mumbles, running his fingers over Bucky’s cheekbones to his jaw to tilt his head slightly. “I will make you all the hot chocolate your heart desires, and we can watch all the movies you want with all the food you want to order, which can be fast food or whatever you want. But first we shower.”

Bucky’s eyes fill with tears, and he curls himself together as small as he can while Steve sighs and gets out of the shower to undress himself. Bucky muffled his quiet sobs with his arms, moving into the corner of the shower to press his back against the cool tiles of the shower.

When Steve turns back, his heart aches, and he quickly gets into the shower as well, crouching down and closing the door behind him. He reaches his hand out to pull Bucky closer and turns him in his arms so Bucky’s back is tightly pressed against Steve’s broad shoulder.

Steve runs his fingers softly up and down Bucky’s sides and over his thighs, trying to soothe him. “Buck, baby, take a deep breath for me, please.”

Bucky tries to take a deep breath, but another sob wracks through his body. The brunette is trembling; his fingers dig into his thighs while he leans against his boyfriend, his head against Steve’s shoulder.

He whimpers quietly. “Out of the shower, Stevie, please,” he whispers, more tears rolling down his cheeks. Steve keeps storming up and down Bucky’s soft skin, slowly taking both of his boyfriend's hands to keep him from digging his fingers into your thighs to cause bruises. “Stevie, please.”

“Take a deep breath, Buck. Deep breath, hold it, and slowly exhale,” Steve mumbles, his heart squeezing with Bucky’s pleading tone and begging. “You can test the water if it’s too hot or cold, and I will be as soft as I can.”

Bucky shakes his head. His fingers curl around Steve’s hands, grounding himself. “Please,” he begs, trembling and crying softly, but he does as Steve asked him and takes a few deep breaths and watches Steve take the showerhead. The blond-haired man turns on the water.

“So, hold your hand underneath, Buck,” he says softly. He wants to take off the shower and not shower with his boyfriend, but he knows he has to. When Bucky reaches his shaky hand out and lets the soft spray of the water fall on his hand, he flinches but nods. “Good, then I will start with your hair, and after that you can wash the rest while I clean your hair.”

“But… Stevie…” Bucky whispers, turning his head slightly to look at his boyfriend. His eyes are red and teary. “Be careful, please; I-it hurts when I comb through my hair.”

“Of course, I will not hurt you, Buck,” Steve explains before he brings the head of the shower to Bucky’s head. He uses one hand to lean the brunette's head back, letting the water dribble down on his messy hair. “You can relax; it’s just you and me in the shower, Buck.”

They both sit there in silence for a moment; Steve wets Bucky’s hair. His fingers combing as carefully as possible through them while Bucky sits there all tensed and still softly crying. When his hair is wet enough, Steve holds the shower head in front of Bucky to take it, and he does, letting the warm water flow down on his legs to keep him warm.

“If you don’t want to have the water on, let me know, and if anything is uncomfortable, you tell me,” Steve says, using some of the shampoo Bucky loves so much to put into his hands. He rubs them together for a bit before he brings them down on top of Bucky’s head and rubs the shampoo in the brown hair.

Bucky stays still; he keeps the showerhead over his legs and sometimes slips his head underneath to collect some water before he lifts his hand and lets it run down his chest.

Steve washes his boyfriend's hair softly, massaging Bucky’s scalp and neck while he rubs the shampoo in his brown locks. “Can you give me the shower head for a moment? Your hair is pretty stuck together; guess we need to wash it out and put a bit more shampoo in it.”

The brunette holds the shower head out for Steve to take. He’s still tense, his body still trembling, and Steve knows that Bucky’s on edge — ready to break down. But somehow he manages not to and remains still. Steve washes Bucky’s hair out, taking care that no shampoo lands in Bucky’s face or eyes.

“You’re doing so good, Buck. I’m proud of you, baby; you’re doing so good for me, letting me wash your hair,” Steve mumbles, using Bucky’s praise kink a bit to his advantage. Bucky’s lips twitch slightly for a short moment, his heart fluttering at the sound of Steve’s words.

“Thank you, Stevie,” he mumbles, taking the shower head again. Steve puts shampoo in Bucky’s hair again and repeats to rub it in the brown locks while he massages Bucky’s scalp and neck.

The longer they sit there, the more he massages Bucky, and the longer the water drops down on Bucky’s thighs and he plays a bit with the water, the more he relaxes.

“So, do you want to wash yourself or want me to wash you?” Steve asks after a while, his thick fingers still tangled into Bucky’s hair. He takes the showerhead once more and washes the shampoo out, Bucky’s hair way cleaner and not as messy anymore.

“You, p-please?” Bucky asks; he's still feeling unsure and on edge in the shower. But with Steve’s soft touch and his assuring words, it makes the shower easier and more comfortable.

“Of course, just relax,” Steve says with a soft smile and kisses the top of Bucky’s hair. He takes the sponge and some soap, then he washes Bucky’s body. Beginning on his shoulders with a slight massage included to his arms and down his muscular chest and abs. Then he moves to Bucky’s back, massaging the tensed muscles while he rubs the dry skin off and cleans Bucky. “Mhm, doing so good, baby. Showers can be really relaxing for tense muscles, and you will feel all fresh, and your skin will be soft like the one of a baby.”

“Stevie…” Bucky whines, playfully this time. The brunette's lips twitch slightly, and he leans further back against his boyfriend's firm chest. “Don’t say that; that’s embarrassing.”

“But it makes you laugh,” Steve argues. He snakes his hands to Bucky’s legs and finishes cleaning his boyfriend, who’s starting to play with the showerhead. Bucky smirks when he washes away the soap the moment Steve inches a moment away. Then he turns the showerhead and holds it at Steve’s shoulder and face, causing the blond-haired man to groan when the water hits his face. “Bucky!”

“Stevie!” Bucky smirks, turning the shower head back. Steve laughs softly and takes the showerhead to wash the soap away, then he turns it off and clicks it back in its place.

The blond-haired man gets up, opening the door of the shower and stepping out. He keeps an eye on his boyfriend, who’s slowly getting up as well. Bucky’s still smiling, his whole body less tense, and he walks out as well.

Steve holds a towel in his arms, grinning as he walks closer and wraps Bucky in the towel before he grabs himself a towel and wraps it around his own body.

“I’m proud of you, Bucky. I know it’s not easy for you to shower with all that stuff that reminds you of your past. But I’m proud of you for taking the shower,” Steve says, placing his hands on Bucky’s waist to pull him closer. Bucky smiles softly, his cheeks heating up, and he leans closer to press his lips softly against Steve’s.

“You’re my rock, Stevie. And you owe me fast food, hot chocolate, movies, and cuddles,” Bucky whispers against the plump lips of his boyfriend. Steve nods, knowing that’s Bucky’s way to say thank you and I love you when it comes to stuff that includes his past trauma. “Burgers… and more burgers, and those cute dino nuggets — these are great, and you love them just as much as I do.”

“I do, but I still love you the most,” Steve smirks, causing Bucky to blush further. He brings his lips to Bucky’s once more, chuckling into the kiss. Steve’s hands remain on Bucky’s waist while Bucky wraps his around Steve’s neck — the metal arm making Steve shiver slightly when the cold hits his skin, while Bucky’s other hand is so warm and soft — and pulls him even closer, growling playfully.

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[blackcoldcrackedheart]

Part one in where Tommy fosters/adopts Daniel (Buck's bio kid)

“You said ‘yes’?” Lucy’s eyes were wide, and her jaw had dropped at the news that Tommy had actually agreed to take Daniel, the two-year-old boy that Tommy had saved.

“Yeah.” Tommy sighed when he answered, avoiding her gaze as he led Lucy, Melton, and Ashara out of the hospital. He was surprised when all three came by after their shift ended- which was 7 am. Tommy had called Melton to pick him up, but apparently Lucy and Ashara had wanted to come to see what had happened afterwards. “Look, I know it’s unorthodox and-”

“Out of character?” Lucy added with a guffaw, her expression matching the others, Melton and Ashara seemed worried. “Tommy, I know you’re attached to the kid, but have you thought about this? Thoroughly?”

Melton nodded, “He’s a toddler, I understand you have a house, but you found Hondo difficult to juggle with work- and he was a puppy.” He pointed out.

“Do this have anything to do with you breaking up with-”

“No!” Tommy realized too quickly that he came out too strong and loud at that, and judging by the other’s reaction- they didn’t quite believe him either. “No, this has nothing to do with my break-up.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and dropped his arms in frustration, “This-I don’t know why, I just said yes and I know it’s a commitment and one that could break my heart if Daniel’s family decides to take him in or, I don’t know, social services might not think I’m a good fit to even adopt him- but I want to do this, more than anything, I’m not scared? Not really.” He laughed more to himself, rubbing his face tiredly as the realization hit him- he wasn’t scared of the unknown here.

He had doubted for the longest time about being a father, mainly because he didn’t want to become like his dad. He had thought that he would always just be “uncle Tommy” to Sarah’s kids.

But…

A part of him wanted this.

“Look,” He started off firmly, “I know I’m crazy for doing this and, yeah, I haven’t had long to think about it, but I know this could end in a million ways, but I want to do this. And I don’t need your permission or blessing for this.” He told them, knowing full well that he sounded stoic and closed off. “So either get off my back or don’t say anything at all. I don’t need-”

Melton was the first to raise his hands in defeat, “Hey, woah.” He looked at the two women at his side, Lucy looked mildly annoyed and Ashara’s brown eyes were all watery now. “When did you hear us say we weren’t gonna support you?” Melton asked, “We just want to make sure you know what you’re doing, whether or not you know this, pendejo, we actually care about you.”

Tommy snorted at that, his gaze shiftting down to the floor.

“He’s right, you asshat, you honestly think you’re gonna be alone in all this?” Lucy asked, punching Tommy’s shoulder hard, “Please, you know that kid is gonna need his aunt Lucy so he can watch movies that aren't romantic comedies.”

Melton pointed to the hospital, “You already know that kid has me as his tío, ondulado there is gonna have to call me when he gets sick of eating the only six variations of pastas you know how to cook.” Melton joked.

Despite the anger still ebbing, Tommy found himself laughing along with the two. He eyed Ashara, knowing the younger girl was the newest but also the voice of reason and most excited about being a part of a team. “I’m guessing you also want to be an aunt?” he asked her, watching as she excitedly jumped and clapped her hands.

“Yes! Are you kidding me? I always wanted to be an ammah!” she went in for a hug, causing Tommy to let out a little “Oomph.” once Lucy went in for a hug as well, Melton laughed as he went in for the group hug as well.

Tommy felt himself relax in their hold. It felt overwhelming but amazing to have this. He was expecting-at most- his sister to just be a support from afar. He hadn’t expected his team to step up like this and be there for him.

“Thanks guys.” He sniffed once they broke apart from the group hug. “I appreciate this, you have no idea how much.”

“We have some idea.” Lucy teased, poking Tommy’s arm, “Because you’re gonna be buying us coffee as we get Danny everything he needs. When is he supposed to go home with you?”

‘Home’ had Tommy smiling, he was about to take his kid home.

His kid.

(Yeah, he was getting ahead of himself here, but he couldn’t help it.)

Tommy looked at his watch, it was only 8 am now. Claudia had told him that he could pick-up Daniel by one.

“One pm today.”

“Today?!” the three repeated incredulously.

Melton let out a swear before pulling out his phone, “Yeah man, that does not give us a lot of time, but we can definitely pick up the major things- like a bed and a dresser. So we need to run to the store now.”

Lucy was massaging her temples, “Safe to assume Danny doesn’t have any clothing besides the ones we he was brought into?”

Tommy shook his head ‘no’, “But I can go to the store or maybe order-”

Lucy scoffed, waving him off as she pulled out her phone and started typing, “Please, save your money. Kid is probably gonna shoot up like a weed in the next week alone. I have two brothers that have six boys, each. Trust me, they probably have clothes that still have their tags.” She bit her lower lip, “I can have my brother drop off the clothes, and ordering groceries is a breeze.” She pointed at Ashara who immediately started to smile.

“Let me baby proof the house! I can find anything and everything to make sure Danniel doesn’t get into anything.” Ashara promised, “I can also help decorate his room.” She paused, giving Tommy a coy smile. “Are we thinking firefighter theme for the room?”

“Oooh.” Melton looked at his phone excitedly, “I’m sure we can find a firefighter theme bed.”

Tommy was hesitant to answer, now it was starting to feel overwhelming. “I think he likes Bluey, maybe you guys can-”

Melton patted his back, “Easiest theme to find for a 2-year-old.”

Ashara agreed, “Let’s meet at Tommy’s by noon?”

The others agreed, which is how Tommy found himself sitting next to Melton in his SUV and on the way to a furniture store.

-

He was crazy.

Tommy knew this.

He knew he was out of his mind for doing this.

But regardless of what felt like a spur of the moment decision, he was still in his guest room which he used for storage and was currently finishing up building a toddler bed. He and Melton had gone to a furniture store and bought whatever they could- including a blue transitional bed (Yeah, he and Melton fell hard for the sale “It’s a bed that grows with your child”), a matching dresser, and nightstand. Ashara had kept her word and bought every little thing that was needed to make sure every crevice of the house was covered and shielded from children; she had also bought way too many Bluey themed decorations (“What? How was I supposed to pass up a Bluey rug?! It’s so cute!”). And true to her word, Lucy’s brother had happily dropped off clothing for Daniel, much of it still had their price tags. Hell, the three pairs of shoes the guy brought over were still in their original boxes. Lucy had also ordered groceries, leaving Tommy’s fridge and cupboards filled with toddler friendly food and snacks (“Really? Who wants to eat Hulk themed gummies?”). Melton had even taken it upon himself to find out what Tommy needed in order to go on parental leave (“Listen, you have 3 weeks for parental leave, plenty of time for you to find a nanny or get Danniel enrolled into a daycare.” Lucy was already on the phone, informing Tommy that her brothers and sisters could get him on the top of a waiting list at the drop of a hat).

 By the time 12:30 pm rolled around, the others had insisted that Tommy go to pick up Daniel while they got things wrapped up at home.

Tommy felt jittery as he eyed the newly fitted car seat next to him, this was real.

He was taking in Daniel.

It might be a forever thing, but it was a right now thing.

He couldn’t shake away the nerves as he stepped off the elevator to the pediatric floor. He could feel his heartbeat loudly as he made his way to Daniel’s room.

“Uh, hi.” He greeted Claudia who was leafing through papers in a folder.

“Tummy!” Daniel’s giggles had taken away all of Tommy’s fears and nerves, Tommy found himself already floating towards the toddler who had his arms outstretched to Tommy.

“Hey kiddo.” He gently picked up the little boy, “Ready to ditch this popsicle stand?” he knew the kid didn’t know what he meant but that didn’t stop Daniel from hugging Tommy, clearly Daniel felt Tommy’s absence in a span of five hours. “Aww, kid. I missed you too.” He murmured, gently rubbing the little boy’s back as he felt Daniel’s tears hit his neck. “I got you.” He promised Daniel, feeling his voice hitch and eyes sting with tears.

“You ready?” Claudia asked knowingly, her small smile made Tommy even more confident in his decision.

Whether or not he got to adopt Daniel officially, Daniel was always going to be his son.

[loveandmurders]

Never forget: ya're a Sinclair (Part II)

Hi everyone, this is the second part of the adopted sister x Sinclair!brothers little series. It's based on an image I posted a while ago (here).

You can find part I here and my masterlist here.

I hope you'll enjoy! <3

Warnings : no proof reading, toxic family, overprotective Sinclair brothers, negative thoughts about yourself, insecurities, violent discussion with your family, distress, crying, mentions of deadly sickness, angst / comfort

Everything was supposed to be alright, so you couldn’t understand how your day could have gone downhill so quickly and so badly.

Your day started like the other days.

You woke up in Bo’s bed. He was already up and about, preparing breakfast for everyone in the kitchen. You grabbed a quick shower, you dressed up and joined him. You kissed his cheek and thanked him for having taken care of you the night before. He told you to not mention it and gently stroked your face. Soon after Vincent came, he greeted you with a gentle kiss on your cheek as well.

You ate in a comfortable silence before sending a little message to Lester to wish him a good day. When he wasn’t coming for breakfast, you always sent him a message because you didn’t want him to think he was less loved than the twins. He was grateful you made him feel like he was part of the family, like he mattered.

And then you went to work after the twins hugged you goodbye and asked you to be careful on the roads. Bo reminded you that if you were too tired, he or Lester could come get you at the end of your shift. You smiled and nodded, knowing how overprotective and paranoid the brothers could be when it was about you.

You arrived at work and you thought that everything was going to be alright. You sent messages to Lester because you needed him to buy you some snacks, and to the twins to make sure that they were careful with the tourists. You hated to come back home with them injured. Your messages were always answered in the instant, the boys smiling at their screen.

Everything was going alright until, during your lunch break, someone asked for you.

You were a little bit surprised because no one could ask for you. A man younger than you was waiting for you at the reception. He smiled at you and greeted you with a honey-like voice. He seemed very sweet, but you grew up with killers so you knew the voice Bo was using when he needed to lure a victim in his traps. It felt the same. You might look innocent and naïve, but you knew better. You smiled back, but soon enough you lost your good mood.

“What do you mean, you are my brother?” you asked, it felt like a bad dream or a nasty prank

“I’m Sean, your brother. We have the same parents, Lydia and Mark. They lost you when you were 7, but I’ve been able to find you again. I was so excited to meet you, and I’m sure you’ll be so happy to finally have your family back.” he told you and you felt sick

“What do you mean, they lost me? They knew what orphanage they left me at. And they never came back. Look, I’ve moved on. I don’t want to talk to you.” you replied in pure instinct. 

Something inside of you was panicking. You had wanted to leave this dark past behind you, and to understand that your parents were actually alive and had another child, whom they kept, was making you feel nauseous.

But Sean was smart, he begged for your phone number, and you gave in, so he could leave you alone. You were shaking when you came back to your office and you just couldn’t focus on your work anymore. You didn’t even finish your food.

You had barely calmed down at the end of your day. You were getting ready to get back home when you received a message from Sean. He invited you to meet your parents, so you could all be a family again. You refused and went back home as fast as you could, as if being in Ambrose would protect you from whatever the hell was going on.

You didn’t tell the twins what happened. You didn’t know why, you just didn’t feel like telling them. You were afraid of their reaction and you were afraid that if you talked about it, it would make all of this even more real.

Your parents were alive.

Your parents never came for you because they hated you.

But they had another child they loved this time.

What if it was the proof you weren’t lovable? What if it would allow the Sinclairs to realise it?

You were oddly silent that night and the twins noticed how you seemed thoughtful and tense. They didn’t manage to make you talk, and it worried them. You always told them everything, because you knew they always had your back. You got away from their interrogation by saying you just had a lot in your mind because of work, but that everything was alright. They knew when you lied, but they trusted you. They knew you would tell them if something was really off. Still, they hated to see their girl so out of her usual self.

You didn’t sleep well that night and Bo asked you if you were alright the next morning, gently cradling your face into his hands as he was looking for your eyes. You simply nodded and kissed the palm of his hands. He let you go, unconvinced. You barely ate and left before Vincent was up. You remembered to send him a message, as well to Lester though. It still concerned the three men; you never acted that way before.

They had always been a little bit worried you would meet someone, one day, which would drive you away from them. They wondered what was going on, even more because it seemed like you were upset, which was unbearable to them. You barely answered their messages today. They knew they would interrogate you that night. 

Even more so when you told them you were going to come back home late. It never happened before.

You had agreed to meet your parents. Your “brother” was good with words and he convinced you. A part of you was a little bit curious as to why they left you. And another part of you hoped that if you accepted to see them just once, then you could forget about them forever. It would be your way to make peace with your past self and to say goodbye to this era of your life. You were really stressed out but you always dealt with your problems holding your head high.

You were strong and you kept repeating it to yourself as you settled in front of your “family”, in a bar nearby your workplace. You couldn’t deny how shocked you were to be in front of your parents. They were obviously older than in your memories, but it was truly them.

At first, they all tried to be gentle to you, like when you try to get someone to do what you want them to do. You could tell they were sweet talking to you, but you weren’t too sure why. They hadn’t looked for you for over a decade, so why did they care now?

Your parents explained to you that the orphanage refused to give you back; and when they finally had all the papers to take you again, you had been adopted away. The orphanage refused to give the name of your new family. But now you could be a family again, you could be everything you should have been. You listened for a while, without saying anything. You weren’t stupid enough to believe them.

A little voice inside your head was telling you that they never tried to find you after they abandoned you, and you were believing it.

“I have a family” you finally replied as you felt your phone buzzing inside your pocket, knowing it was one of your brothers messaging you.

You saw that your parents tried no to laugh at that and their son sent them a little warning look, as to tell them “don’t fuck this up”. You leaned into your seat, waiting.

“I’m very happy you found a family, despite everything” Sean said as he took your hand in his. You did your best to not remove it from his grasp. “But I want my big sister home, I want to know you and to take care of you. I’m sure you want to discover who I am too; you don’t have to be alone anymore. We can be a real family. You have been missed so much” he continued and you knew that if you didn’t have the Sinclairs in your life, you would have fallen for this. 

“Why now?” you asked

“It has been difficult to find you before. When I finally managed to find the name of Victor Sinclair, it was impossible to find where Ambrose was. I promise we’ve been looking for you for quite a while now.” he explained

“You could have looked for us too” Lydia said with a little bit of venom in her voice; a venom you used to know so much. It made you want to throw up but you didn’t show anything.

“You abandoned me.” you simply replied

“And we want you back” Sean said before his mother could reply “But we don’t have a lot of time” he continued

He proceeded to explain that your mother was heavily sick and that she needed a very expensive treatment they couldn’t pay for her. They needed your help, they needed your money, they needed you in their lives.

The little girl inside you wanted to cry; she wanted to be a good girl to her family, she wanted to obey like she used to. She thought she could finally be loved by her parents and to show them how useful she could be.

But you had grown up, and you now knew what it was to be loved and wanted. You didn’t need them for that, even if a toxic part of you wished to know more of Sean; to understand why he was loved by your parents when they never cared about you.

However, you were smart so you refused to help them and to be part of their family. Your answer displeased your parents who started to tell you all the awful things they used to yell at you. They woke up all your most primitive insecurities; the ones they created when you were a child and the ones you could barely make shut up.

You were a waste of space, you were clingy, stupid, you were talking too much, you were asking too much, you were unlovable and pathetic, you were going to end all alone because even your real family couldn’t stand you, you didn’t deserve to be part of anything. 

Sean tried to appease the situation but you got up and left without a word. You didn’t want to give them that kind of power over you. You didn’t want to cry in front of them; you just wanted to come back home, where you felt safe and loved.

You noticed the missed calls from Bo and Lester, the messages from Vincent. You sent a message on the family group chat “On my way home, sorry I’m later than I thought I’d be”. Bo instantly offered to give you a ride but you refused. You needed some time to yourself, to calm down.

One thing was certain: you didn’t want to tell anyone about what happened.

You didn’t know how they would react to such news and you were afraid they wouldn’t want you anymore in their lives. What if they realised you were indeed unbearable, clingy, stupid, too talkative? What if they realised your parents were right to abandon you? What if they thought family was too important and that you needed to get back to yours?

When you parked your car outside the house, the three men instantly opened the front door to welcome you home. They quickly were all over you, checking on you and asking you what was going on. It warmed your heart and it appeased you a little bit. You were loved, you needed to remind yourself that.

You still barely managed to smile at them and you weren’t hungry. You told them you were going to go to bed, but they weren’t going to let you go that easily. You had always told them what was wrong. You were far too important to them for them to drop the subject. If something was wrong, then it was their duty to find a solution.

They needed you to be happy.

Despite your arguments, they settled you on one of the kitchen chairs and Bo knelt in front of you as Vincent brought his chair closer to yours. Lester was behind you, his hands on your shoulders in a comforting way while Jonesy was whining at your feet. They coaxed you into telling them the truth. After a little while, you finally let escape the words that were burning your heart, throat and mouth.

“My biological family found me”

Pure panic wracked through the three men as they exchanged a look. They couldn’t understand what was going on. Their first thought was “Are we losing her?” and then “We have to get rid of them or to lock her up. We can’t lose her.”

“They are dead,” Bo simply said, trying to make sense of the situation.

You only had the strength to shake your head, before you started crying. And it broke the men’s hearts. They had no idea what was going on, but they did their best to comfort you with soft cuddles and gentle words. It had been such a long time ago since the last time they saw you crying and they remembered very well how much they hated it. They felt quite powerless but they kept trying to make you feel better.

“Ya sure it’s really them?” Lester tried to question and you nodded

“They know too much for them to not be… And I recognised my parents. Can’t fucking believe they had a son…” you babbled and the mention of another man tense the brothers even more. A brother could so easily take their place, and they couldn’t let that happen. You were a Sinclair. “He tried to be nice to me, but how can I trust him?” you whispered

“Ya can’t darl’. What do they want from you anyways?” Bo replied, trying to hide his anger

“They said they want me back, but it’s for my money because she is sick” you said, crying even more

“Those fuckers. She should die then. They ain’t your family” Bo groaned

“They said they didn’t come back to get me because I was too much” you continued, needing everything out so the brothers could comfort you

“Ya ain’t too much” Bo replied with annoyance now; he was getting really mad at those people

“We love ya so damn much, ya know it” Lester whispered to you “They ain’t deservin’ your tears” he added

“And we can get rid of them if it could make you happy again” Vincent signed and it instantly made you stop crying. 

You stared at him, wondering if it was indeed what you wanted.

“I don’t want the police to find you. And Sean…” you started

“What ‘bout him?” Bo asked, grabbing your face into his right hand, for your attention to be on him. 

Your eyes widened as this time you heard it in his voice; the love, the jealousy and the worry. You seemed to have forgotten how possessive Sinclairs were over their own people. You dried your tears and tried to calm down, before softly smiling at the three of them. 

It was going to be alright again, you knew it.

--

Part 3

[cuckolding-books-library]

With tears in your eyes, you told your wife, “perhaps it has not been a good idea that we two spent our vacation with your boss, here, at his villa. I’ve seen you two making out, you have slept with him in his room; maybe I should go, allow you two to be alone together.” She looked at you and said, “Honey, don’t do that. Having you with me makes me happy; knowing that you have seen us making out and still love me makes me happy, your hugs and kisses after I’ve been with him in bed make me happy. If you weren’t here with me I would be missing you all the time. Being married to you, who understand my wants and needs, makes me enormously happy.”

[toastbaby]

Ficlet: After "real"

Summary: A couple of days after ”real” Katniss comes home from the woods and decides to finally tell Peeta something she’s been wanting to tell him for a while.

A/N: Sometimes it bothers me a little we don't get to see even Peeta say the 3 magic words in the books or the movies so that is kind of what inspired this

AO3

700+ words, rated t for references to sex, pure fluff.

...

Katniss swept her brow with her hand. It was a hot and humid day in District 12, and she was looking forward to having a glass of cool water, the liquid in her bottle warm from the day in the forest. She wasn’t expecting to see anyone for another few hours; Peeta was still supposed to be working at the newly opened bakery, and Haymitch was out cold in his house, as was usual for him during the daylight hours. However, when Katniss entered her house, she could hear clinking of dishes in the kitchen.

Peeking from the doorway, she saw the man to whom she had just admitted the depth of her feelings a few days ago. She still felt her face heating up when she remembered everything that had led to that moment (and also what had happened after), and she had to shake her head to get herself back to this moment. Peeta had yet to notice her, his back towards her and the splashing of water muffling any sounds she may have made. Katniss stopped to observe him for a moment. He seemed content, humming quietly while he was washing the dishes. A warm feeling spread through her, something she had learned to associate with Peeta’s presence.

Suddenly it occurred to Katniss what was so special about this moment. The domesticity of it all. It wasn’t that long ago that she could have never expected them to be so comfortable around each other that they would be doing each other’s dishes, sleeping together (both literally and figuratively now) and admitting their feelings for each other. But somehow, they had managed to find their way back to each other. And now… she was so happy they had.

And that is what inspired her to sprint towards him. Before he had time to even register her presence, she buried her face into his wide shoulders and hugged him from behind. “I love you,” she mumbled against his back, the words that she had kept inside her for so long finally begging to come out. She hadn’t said them aloud on the night she had told him “real”, instead letting her actions speak for themselves, but now she didn’t think it was enough anymore. He deserved to know. And she would let him know any time he needed to hear it.

At first Peeta was still against her, but when the words registered in his brain, he melted in her touch and slowly turned towards her so they were facing each other.

“I love you, too, Birdie,” he said against her hair. He exhaled loudly and then muttered: “I don’t think you fully understand how much it means to me to hear you say that. Because it does. So much.”

“I think I have an idea,” Katniss whispered and pulled away from him enough that she could see his face. “I’m sorry… for not saying it before, but I want you to know I truly, really mean it.”

“I know,” Peeta said. “You’re not a very good liar, remember.”

Katniss’ first reaction was to scowl at Peeta’s attempt at joking, but seeing the smile on his face, she couldn’t help but smile too despite shaking her head at him.

“Not the time for jokes, Mellark. Now, tell me, why are you here so early, anyway?”

“Thom told me I looked tired and that I had been working too much lately and I should go home to get some much needed rest. He can handle the bakery for a few hours. Good thing he doesn’t know what has actually kept me up lately,” he smirked.

Katniss pushed his shoulder playfully. “So that’s the real reason why you’re home so early. You just can’t keep your hands off of me anymore.”

“Can you blame me? I mean, have you seen yourself?” Peeta laughed, but then got more serious. “Katniss, in all honesty, these past few days, maybe even weeks, have been some of the best in my life, and not just because of what we've done in the bedroom. Seeing you so happy, so open is one of the best gifts I could have. I just need you to know that.”

“It’s the same for me. I’m happy that you’re happy.”

There were a lot of things Katniss still wanted to address: how grateful she was that he came back to her, how he’s the strongest person she knows, and how he brings her hope even on her worst days, among other things. But she hoped she’d have the rest of her life to tell him everything she wanted him to hear. For now, she thought as she rose to her tiptoes and lowered his face towards her for a kiss, this would be enough.

A/N: Nickname Birdie borrowed from the lovely post MJ fic give you my wild by melissaeverdeen13

[galilea-naerie]

Galilea’s mind wandered often to Rhys. She had grown used to the sound of his voice, the steady strength in his presence. When he had asked her earlier if nymphs required sleep, she had explained simply, “We do, but not in the way humans do. We don’t fatigue as quickly, so if we sleep regularly, three to four hours are enough. But if we push ourselves too long, we might need a much longer rest, sometimes up to twelve hours.” She had noticed the curiosity in his gaze, a silent thirst for understanding her, though his focus always remained tethered to his people and their plight. There was no space for her, and much less being a nymph. Now, hours later, Rhys’s sudden arrival at Aimon’s home pulled her from her thoughts. His voice carried relief, tinged with concern. Galilea offered a small smile, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “We’ve been working through the night.” She replied warmly. Galilea exchanged a glance with October before turning back to Rhys. “ We have found the cure.” She had barely finished speaking before Rhys crossed the room, scooping her up in his arms and spinning her around. Galilea gasped, laughter escaping her lips as the unexpected boldness of the gesture left her momentarily breathless. When he set her down. Her heart raced, not just from the movement but from the closeness. He smelled of strength, of earth and leather, yet there was a faint sweetness, like honey lingering in the air. The combination was intoxicating, and it perfectly mirrored the man before her. October cleared his throat loudly, breaking the moment. “Bold move there, Rhys,” he teased with a playful smirk. “You trying to sweep her off her feet, or?” Galilea shot October a warning glance but couldn’t stop the flush that crept into her cheeks. Thankful when Rhys questioned what the plan was. Galilea began to explain, regaining her composure. “We’ll make a small incision on the patient and drop a tiny amount of the liquid directly into the wound. Their bodies should react and naturally multiply the antibody, and they’ll likely expel the worms in any way they can. Through vomit, or worse.” They moved quickly. They worked tirelessly, discreetly administering the cure to as many as they could. Some were hesitant, but desperation often won out. Those who had seen loved ones succumb to the disease were willing to try anything. Rhys and Aimon stood by, offering reassurance and solidarity, while October and Galilea carried out the treatments. As the day wore on, Galilea noticed October growing unusually pensive. She had suspected for some time that something weighed on him, and when they finally returned to Aimon’s home, the truth came to light. “I’m staying,” October announced suddenly, breaking the quiet as Galilea packed her belongings. Her hands froze mid motion. “What?” She questioned. “I’m staying,” he repeated, meeting her gaze with a mixture of resolve and vulnerability. “I want to explore what I’m feeling for Aimon. And someone should stay to oversee the healing process and send updates on the disease. I can do that.” Galilea stared at him, stunned. “October…” She searched his face, trying to grasp the weight of his decision. Healing nymphs rarely acted out of personal desire; their purpose had always been singular, helping others. For October to make this choice was both admirable and deeply surprising. “You don’t need to worry,” he said, answering the unspoken questions in her eyes. “I’ll be fine. And Aimon will, well, I’m curious to see where this goes.” She approached him, her expression softening. “You’re sure about this?” Her voice was gentle. “I am,” he said simply. Galilea smiled, though her chest felt tight. She hugged him tightly, holding on for a moment longer than usual. “I’m proud of you. But be careful. It’s not going to be easy.” October chuckled, though there was a hint of nervousness in his voice. “Since when has anything ever been easy?” Releasing him, she glanced at Rhys and Aimon. “Take care of him,” she said firmly.

October, ever the joker, interjected, “They won’t need to. I’ll be the one doing the caring.” Despite herself, Galilea laughed, though her mind was far from at ease. Healing nymphs rarely sought out personal desires, it wasn’t in their nature. Yet October was willing to try, and she couldn’t help but admire his courage. She turned back to her belongings, finishing her packing in silence. The room seemed heavier now, every motion more deliberate as she prepared to leave. When she finally stood at the door, Rhys was there, waiting. She met his gaze. “Well, this is it,” she said, her tone light but her smile faint. “I’m not good at goodbyes,” she admitted. “Say goodbye to Sandrina and Carina for me.” She spoke. Galilea hesitated but then leaned up to hug him. His arms wrapped around him, all strength and hardness. And for a moment, she allowed herself to simply exist in his embrace. He was warm, grounding, and she felt safe for the first time in a long time. “You’re strong, Rhys,” she said softly, her voice muffled against his shoulder. “Your people are so lucky to have you. I’m lucky to have met you.” When she finally pulled back, her dark eyes met his. “Be careful. Whatever lies ahead for your path ahead.” October appeared at the door, holding the reins of her horse. “All set,” he said, though his usual humor was absent. Galilea pulled her cloak tighter around herself and stepped outside. Mounting the horse, she glanced back at Rhys one last time. “Goodbye, Rhys. Take care of yourself.” As she rode into the forest, the weight of their parting settled over her. Returning home felt like a dream, but the thought of leaving Rhys behind made it bittersweet. She pushed the feelings down, focusing on the road ahead. Whatever had begun between them, it would not, could not, be nurtured. But the memory of his embrace, his scent, and his unwavering determination would stay with her.

Rhys smiled at her when he noticed her cheeks warm and she laughed, a sound that he was sure would be etched in his memory until his dying day. It felt exhilarating to make her laugh, to cause her to smile. And what torture it was to feel as though he could not act on it at all. Aimon and October were different people to himself and Galilea. He did not feel he could make such a move on her especially knowing it would not be likely for him to see her again after all this was said and done. That thought gave him an uneasy feeling. Like it was absolutely wrong for him to never see her again, but he knew it was what was meant to happen. Their lives were so different and he had such a calling that he knew he would find himself leading his people in some sort of revolt to success or not. And if not then that would surely mean his death. It would not be for nothing though. He hoped to at least inspire some hope in his people, to help them strive for better together. That was where the gods were most urgently guiding him. "You say it is just soup, but for me it is the meal of a king." And it was. Their food was rarely flavored with more than salt or onion if they managed to grow. The state of his people was that bleak. Once all this was over. That statement seemed to linger heavily above them for a moment. There was the suggestion that they should see each other again. But also the suggestion that there would soon be an end to all of this. Rhys was unfortunately saddled with the knowledge that even if they figured out the cure for the disease plaguing his people and cured them their fight was still far from over. Life would not be able to continue on as it was. They needed more and all of this had only forced right into their laps the knowledge that their king did not care about them and was content to let them die. To what benefit of his own was unknown to the people. And Rhys did not care. It was unacceptable and it would not be allowed to continue. His attention was brought back to her as she talked about the foods of her land and Efaja. They sounded like beautiful and flavorful places. Rhys wished he could see such lands, experience their foods and, maybe, experience what it was like to not be perceived as just the poor plebeian of some kingdom run by yet another human despot. He smiled at her as she stopped herself abruptly, he hadn't minded listening to her talk about such beautiful sounding places. It gave him something to fantasize about, a little way to escape into his mind where he could have some kind of life with her in one of those places. It seemed too ideal for him to ever achieve for himself, but he was happy to know that there were good beings like Galilea that got to experience such beautiful places. "Do you not need rest like humans do?" he asked her, genuinely curious. He knew elves rarely needed sleep, but he knew little about nymphs. He looked to her as she spoke the thoughts he had been having, his doubts about the king. Not even doubts any longer, they were fully grievances with plenty of reason for him to have them. He wanted to respond, to delve further into what he was facing, but soon her fingers were pressed against his wrist feeling his pulse. He felt a temptation to turn his hand and grab her by her wrist and pull her against himself, to hold her there in his arms in that bed and feel her body against his, but the moment was broken by the interruption of October. When the nymph said it was Mrs. Lindly again Rhys quickly rose to his feet and walked into the other room where he was greeted by the widow and also her daughter, Della. The women greeted him warmly, thought noticeably less warmly the two nymphs in his company. "Rhys," Mrs. Lindly started with a smile, "You remember Della, of course." Mrs. Lindly said, but her gaze was more focused on Galilea as she said it. Rhys looked to Galilea who soon dismissed herself and left the room with October leaving Rhys to sit there and make small talk with the two women and catch up with Della, a beautiful woman who he had been childhood friends with.

At one point he might have had a crush on her, but it was long left in his childhood. But the sight of a familiar face was never unwelcome. Especially in times of disease that killed so many. It was relieving to see someone known to you. It was a pleasant enough conversation and it was clear to Rhys what the intention of Mrs. Lindly was in bringing Della over to see him, but for now it was something he did not wish to concern himself with. He would deal with it all once he had dealt with the disease afflicting his people. He saw them out when the conversation eventually died down. Night had fallen and Galilea and October had left, presumably to gather supplies or the like. Rhys had intended to wait up for them, but as he laid on the cot his exhaustion overcame him and he slept through the night. The next morning after checking on Sandrina he brought Carina over to one of the neighbors. The nymphs had not returned and worry had begun to tug at him. He decided to start with Aimon's home and made his way there swiftly. To his relief he found both Galilea and October there as well, "There you are." He said as he walked through the door. "I was worried." He said and looked down at the table where they had been working over night, "Any progress?" He asked. A wave of relief rushed through him when they revealed to him that they had found a cure. He picked Galilea up in his arms and spun her around, but soon caught himself and set her back down. "Sorry, that's just wonderful news. We should start treating people at once. How long do you need to make batches for the sick? What all do you need from me to make it happen?" He asked her, if she needed more of his blood then he would give it to her gladly, whatever it was. Aimon sat up from his bed in the other corner of the room, "Aimon!" Rhys shouted, "You're going to go out of business. They've found a cure!" Rhys announced, true happiness in his voice. Aimon rubbed his eyes and chuckled, "Well, it'll be a welcome break from burying the dead from morning to night. Maybe I'll have energy to do more than sleep." Aimon's eyes shifted over to October and he smiled at the nymph. "Get a room." Rhys teased and looked to Galilea. "Thank you." he told her earnestly, "And now let's get to work." He told her. Many batches were made and soon Rhys began taking Galilea and October out to treat the sick. Everyone welcomed the aide, some cautious and skeptical at first, but soon relenting when they realized there weren't many other options except to wait and die if they did not try the cure. Through these visits Rhys was quickly learning that he was not the only one with his sentiments about the king and it was becoming more and more evident to him that something would need to be done with the anger born of grief that their entire people were experiencing.