#I want them to kiss but I'll settle for them not killing each other

[technically-human]

"I had a favorite mug. It said "I love you, bitch" and had a picture of a drunk dog on it."

The girls are NOT fighting!

[killiaia]

MINE

A little something for you guys.

Rosé x male reader.

"Thanks again for coming, girls. " Says Minhyuk. 

"No problem, it's our pleasure! "Replies Jisoo. "Plus we get to see Y/N Oppa" "

" And then Rosé unnie gets to see her boyfriend. "Teases Lisa.

Rosé blushes but can't get the goofy grin off her face. It's been several months since you've seen each other, you with your missions and Rosé with her concerts. A few weeks ago, Minhyuk, one of your soldiers, suggested that Blackpink come and play at your barracks. Naturally, the girls jumped at the chance. 

""Y/N will arrive during the concert. He's not back yet and will have to report in as soon as he arrives. "

"Is he all right? " Rosé asked with a hint of concern in her voice.

"Yes, he's fine. The mission went very well, Rosé. "Minhyuk reassures her.

Rosé lets out a sigh of relief. When you're away, Rosé doesn't hear much about you, and that's what worries her most. She's always afraid of receiving a message announcing your death. 

"I'll let you get changed. I'll be waiting for you on stage. "says Minhyuk.

The girls thank him and start changing. They rehearse a few notes and after checking everything, the girls go on stage.

Minhyuk announces the girls and the curtain rises. The soldiers howl with delight and the girls begin to sing. The atmosphere is electric, the soldiers are so happy to see Blackpink. 

You arrive after several songs and Rosé notices you right away. You wink at her and see Rosé start to dance. You laugh and encourage her.

"COME ON ROSIE! " you shout.

Encouraged by your shouts, Rosé begins to dance sensually, to the delight of the soldiers. Mouth wide open, you watch your girlfriend dance to the shouts of your soldiers. You want to shout something, but a voice next to you interrupts you. 

Rosé sees you talking to a female soldier. She sees you laughing with her and the woman even whispers something in your ear that makes you smile.

"Unnie's jealous. " Lisa says, coming up behind Rosé.

Rosé refocuses on the dance but doesn't take her eyes off you. Yes, Rosé's jealous - she's never hidden it, on the contrary. It's not something that bothers you. Rosé used to be jealous of her members, especially Jennie. So to see you laughing with someone else, and especially with a woman she doesn't know, Rosé can't hide her jealousy. It's written all over her face that she's jealous. Jisoo gives her a pat on the bottom, telling her to concentrate. 

Rosé can't do it. Seeing you having fun with another girl drives her crazy. You've been talking to the female soldier for several minutes now and you haven't looked at Rosé once. Rosé's jealousy explodes when the woman places a kiss on your cheek before leaving.

Rosé sees red and when you finally turn to her, you immediately notice her face. You know this girl too well. You know how to defuse the situation.

" I love you." You mime.

You can clearly see the shock on Rosé's face. You also see a goofy smile settle on the singer's face.

"I love you too. " Mimes Rosé in return.

The girls sing their last song and the curtain closes. The soldiers cheer the girls and you yell at them to go back to their rooms.

Rosé and the girls return to their dressing room, happy with their performance. Still, Rosé can't get the image of the kiss out of her mind. 

"It was only a kiss on the cheek. "Jennie replies, as if she's a mind reader.

Rosé says nothing and sits down on the sofa. Someone knocks and Rosé hopes it's you, but it's only Minhyuk.

"Thanks again, girls! You guys are great. " says Minhyuk.

"You're welcome. " Replies Jisoo 

"Tell me Minhyuk, who was that girl with. Y/N? " Asks Rosé.

"And here we go. " Comments Lisa

"Oh that's Lieutenant Somin. "

" And they're close? " " 

" Rosé I'm not sure if I can tell you. "

"  Minhyuk, it's about MY Boyfriend. "

" Yeah yeah... but he'd be the one to tell you, wouldn't he? 

"Minhyuk. Tell me."

 "He's going to kill me. Well... Y/N and Somin have been together for two years. " "

 EXCUSE ME? " Shouts Rosé. "Is that his ex-girlfriend? " "

" I shouldn't have said anything.. " Minhyuk laments.

Rosé can't believe her ears. She's your ex-girlfriend. That means you're working with your ex-girlfriend and you never told her. 

Blackpink members find this very funny. Minhyuk has managed to escape from the dressing room and Lisa sits down next to Rosé.

"You've got no right to be jealous, unnie. You've written songs about your exes. " "

It's not the same! "Rosé defends herself. 

"It's all the same. "Jisoo contradicts.

"Y/N loves you, you have nothing to worry about. "Jennie replies.

"Oh and then show him he belongs to you. Grab Y/N and fuck him. "Lisa says.

Rosé doesn't wait. She stands up suddenly, despite the protests of her group. Rosé doesn't listen and leaves the dressing room. She hears Lisa's laughter and Rosé sets off in search of you. 

She wanders the corridors looking for you. She passes several soldiers who don't dare move. 

"Excuse me, do you know where Y/N is? "Rosé asks a soldier.

"In his room. It's just down the hall. "

" Thank you. "

Rosé starts looking for you again, and when she arrives in front of your room, Rosé opens the door without knocking. You turn around, ready to yell at the person who's just entered, but you're stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of Rosé. A goofy smile appears on your face, but it's quickly replaced by a surprised expression. 

Rosé doesn't wait. She gets down on her knees and starts to remove your belt. 

"Rosie? What the hell...."

You can't finish your sentence, Rosé swallows your cock. Rosé doesn't waste a second making your cock hard. The Australian puts her heart into it. The young woman's mouth is divine.

"Oh my god." You moan 

Pleased to see you moan, Rosé continues her oral assault. With one of her hands, Rose caresses your balls. 

You're just a toy. You're Rosé's toy. You want to say something but each time Rosé engulfs your cock in his mouth. You catch yourself on the shelf behind so good it feels. 

You can't string a word together. You try to grab Rosé but the singer pulls your hands away and continues to suck you. You can see that you're not going to be able to do anything, so you might as well enjoy it. You let your girlfriend suck you off. 

"Y/N Oppa, are you there? " says a voice from behind the door. 

You freeze. Somin is behind the door. Rosé pulls your cock out of her mouth and flashes you a smirk. 

"Rosé, no. " You say.

But Rosé doesn't care, she grabs your dick and starts jerking you off. She starts sucking your balls and you bite your tongue to keep from moaning. 

"Oppa, I wanted to talk to you about the next mission. " says Somin.

You notice Rosé's aggressive jerking off. 

"Later Somin. " You reply. 

You hear Somin leave and breathe a sigh of relief. With your hand, you grab Rosé's chin and force her to look at you. 

"You jealous bitch. "

" You never told me she was your ex,"  Rosé replies, sucking your cock.

You want to reply but Rosé licks your tip. Annoyed by her games, you grab her head and push it onto your cock. 

"If you're going to be a jealous slut you might as well enjoy it. "

"Fuck my mouth. "Rosé looks you straight in the eye.

You grab your cock with one hand and Rosé's face with the other. Rosé opens her mouth wide and you insert your cock into the Australian's mouth.

Rosé closes her mouth and you feel her tongue lick your cock. You move your pelvis and hear Rosé gag. Rosé takes matters into her own hands, literally. She grabs your cock with her hands and starts jerking you off as she continues to suck you. 

It's so good. Just yesterday you were on a mission in the middle of nowhere and today you've got Rosé on her knees with your dick in her mouth. Life is good. 

"I'm going to cum. " You warned Rosé. 

"Come in my mouth. "

You grab your cock and start jerking off. Rosé positions her mouth beneath your cock and you're not going to last long. The sight is too good.

After a few strokes, your cum lands in the singer's mouth. You haven't cum in a long time, so several spurts come out of your cock. 

Completely exhausted, you fall off the bed and Rosé swallows your cum.  The young woman stands up and kisses you. You say nothing and Rosé starts to open the door. Before leaving, she turns around and says. 

"I love you, baby. See you tonight. "

You wave vaguely and Rosé says one last thing. 

"Don't forget you're mine. “

[ashwhowrites]

Hello, I saw that your inbox is open again, so I'll share my idea: it's a little dirty, embarrassing and funny. Imagine Eddie and the reader, who have been together for a while, being caught by Uncle Wayne while making love. Eddie is shocked and tries to protect the reader (perhaps by covering her with his body), and then Wayne lectures them both. After the reader leaves, Wayne scolds Eddie for being thoughtless and disrespectful and doing it in the worst possible place. Eddie responds with smug pride, saying, "I didn't do anything she didn't want." It seems like a fun scenario to me; I hope you can bring it to life.

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A little blurb since it's quite short. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Caught

Y/N moaned as Eddie trailed kisses down her neck, her back against his mattress as he settled on top of her. Her nails scratched down his back as his cock slid in and out of her.

"Quiet baby," Eddie warned in her ear. She pushed her lips together as she tried to keep quiet, knowing Wayne was in bed just across the hall. "Don't want to be interrupted do we?" He teased, purposely snapping his hips against hers to push himself deeper inside of her.

She glared at him the best she could with her heavy eyes. "You are such an ass," she groaned, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as his fingers worked on her clit.

"You weren't saying that when you were begging for me to fuck you," he teased. She couldn't reply when he sped up, the sound of their bodies smacking against each other.

"Ed-OH MY GOD"

Y/N screamed as Eddie's door flew open and Wayne stood as he covered his eyes.

"Shit!" Eddie said, quickly sliding out of her and moving to cover her body.

"Get dressed and meet me in the living room, now!" Wayne demanded, closing the door behind him.

Y/N felt her face burn in embarrassment, and horror on her face. She looked at Eddie and he began to laugh.

"It's not funny, asshole!" She said, smacking his arm as she pushed him off of her.

"It's not my fault you can't keep quiet," he was smug as he threw on his pants. Y/N ignored him as she quickly got dressed.

She grabbed Eddie's hand as they walked out, shame in her bones. Wayne was standing in the living room and they quietly sat on the couch.

"I understand you guys are in a serious relationship, but sex comes with a lot of responsibility. You need to be mature and do things correctly..."

For the next few minutes, Wayne went on a rant about protection, sexual diseases, and pregnancy. He did a good enough job to scare Y/N off. She quickly left the two boys in the living and raced home.

"Really Eddie? With me in the house?" Wayne shook his head.

"You know what it's like! You've had to have had a smoking girlfriend before," Eddie tried to reason.

"Edward, this is about you. You need to treat your girlfriend with respect. You need to use protection because I swear if you get her pregnant I'll kill you. I get that it's your bedroom but be considerate about the location and who's all around. It was thoughtless, disrespectful, and the worst time to do it with me here. I'm not saying I want you to do it when I'm gone. Just don't do it!" Wayne ranted, hands on his hips as he stressed out.

Eddie leaned against the couch, spreading his legs and crossing his arms. He had a smug smile as he thought about how she was whimpering underneath him.

"Trust me, I didn't do anything she didn't want," Eddie smiled.

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[tbaluver]

Look At Me- Sanemi x Reader Smut

tags: MDNI, smut, mirror sex, curse words, afab reader!

a/n: i miss my man so i had to write a smut abt him obv

any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy! <3

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You've spent a significant amount of time recovering from the injuries sustained during your last mission. The battle was intense, and a final strike against a demon had left you unconscious and in a coma for weeks. As a result, you missed the recent Hashira meeting and relied on updates from your crow and Shinobu for information. You learned that a couple of the Hashira's have been assigned to train Corps members and you also volunteered to help assist in the training once you're back on your feet. Before you dive into your new responsibilities, your determined to visit your lover.

As you walked entered his estate, your gaze is drawn to the chaotic scene before you.

"You're fucking pathetic! Are you even trying to train or are you just looking for a way to get yourself killed?" Sanemi didn't hold back with the trainees.

They were all drenched in sweat and breathless. Each one bore a mark of intense effort whether it was dirt-smeared faces, ragged clothing, or just exhaustion etched into their expression. He moved among them like a storm, not giving them a second to even react and knocking them down.

Sanemi scans the training grounds, noting that all the Corps members have collapsed from exhaustion. His gaze finally settles on you. For a brief moment, the harshness in his eyes softened.

"Alright you guys can have a break." You can hear the Corps members sigh in relief.

"But I better not see you guys get fucking comfortable. We're using real swords by the time I'm back."

It had been some time since you last saw him in person. Your only communication at long distance had been through messages sent by your crows, until the day you were struck down and fell into a coma. Shinobu had informed you that he had visited often, staying for hours in hopes of seeing you wake up. But however his visits became less due to the surge in demon attacks in many towns and he was here to help train Corps members.

He guides you to the farthest room in his estate and you follow, closing the door and locking it behind you. He takes you into his embrace before gently pecking your lips. You kiss him as you throw your arms over his shoulders and leave them there as your lips continue to kiss him. He kisses you back in the same hungry manner, lost in the soft plushness of your lips not daring to pull away. You let go as he guides you to the vanity in the room. He faces you to the mirror as his chest presses against your back.

"Look at you. Still as beautiful last time I saw ya." He whispers, his chin resting on your shoulder. One hand is wrapped around your waist while the other goes down, slowly reaching your thigh.

"I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you so much too. I need you baby." He whispers into your ear as you bite your lip so you can keep your voice steady. He looks at you in the mirror and lets his hands run up and down the sides of your waist. He presses soft kisses to your neck and bends you forward, your hands resting against the vanity.

"So pretty for me baby." He slips a finger into you and you squeeze your eyes shut. He pulls his fingers out, "Eyes open for me, if you close them, I'll stop." You flutter your eyes open again and he slips another finger back inside of you. He starts pumping it slowly as you shiver, letting out a choke moan. He pulls his fingers out and presses the tip of his cock to your entrance.

The feverish drag of his cock and hands that gripped your hips made it hard to focus on anything besides that way he made you feel. He grunts into your ear, arm wrapping around you chest to pull your back against his chest, "Just look at how beautiful you're taking my cock."

You whine in response, taking in the sight of the mirror. "Keep looking baby. Want you to see how good you make me feel."

A louder moan rips from your throat when his fingers toy with your clit. Flicking it over it and pressing deliberate circles as your rock back against him, keeping your eyes locked on the way he looked in the mirror.

Jaw clenched as his hips move forward again and again. Your gaze lowers down to where your bodies connect, his thick cock in you, stretching you out.

"Sanemi-" You whimpered, the bubbling pleasure in the pit of your stomach becoming too much as you reached your hand back to tangle his hair. "s'good...." It was almost a moan-ish sob as your other fingers dug into his clothed thighs, his moans vibrating against your back.

"Gonna cum in your pretty cunt." He cups your breast with his free hand as his fingers continued to work at your clit. Your body tenses and legs quivered when his bulbous tip fucks into the rough patch at the back of your cunt. His mouth leaving sloppy kisses along your shoulder as you rocked your hips back with every snap of his hips.

"M'gonna come-" You open your mouth to answer but instead a series of gasped out moans and whines as he falls forward. His hands placed firmly beside yours as his pace went to a rough grind against the swell of your ass. Swollen head pressed tight to a sweet spot that always had your eyes rolling back. You chanted his name as he coats your walls in white.

His hips moved at a languid rhythm, carefully riding the aftershocks that sparked in both of you. He places another kiss on your shoulder, "Stay here. I'm gonna kick out those idiots. I'm not done here with you just yet."

[sommerbueckers]

BABE OKAY I HAVE THE BEST IDEAAAA

okay so paige and r go out on like a really cute date and then at the end paige sets up the camera to propose but when she does r pulls out a ring too and they both just start DYINGGGG and btw i literally love you so freaking much

𝟐𝟒𝐊 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜

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✰ ❝𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫❞

✰ 𝐰𝐜 :: 𝟏.𝟕𝐤

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PAIGE WAS DELICATELY HOLDING your heels in her hand, careful not to hit them against each other and scuff the ends. The two of you were strolling along an empty beach in Kill Devil Hills, the sun disappearing over the horizon as the hours ticked by. Your girlfriend had fallen in step with you, her hair blowing to the side as the sun casted a golden glow on her tanned cheek.

"You look so pretty baby," you murmured smoothly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

A shy smile crossed her face, and she turned away for a brief moment to release a breathless laugh. You loved how nervous she got whenever you complimented her.

"So do you mama," she said, one of her arms breaking free from the hold she had on your shoes to snake across your shoulders. She pulled you closer to her, drawing a giggle out of you as she placed a kiss on top of your head. "Lemme take a pic of you."

Paige fumbled in her pocket for her phone, feeling her hand brush over the tiny velvet box that she'd been waiting all night to bring out. She couldn't decide on the write time, she wanted you to be completely caught off guard. But you were making it harder than ever, you hadn't taken your eyes off of her the entire time.

"Is the lighting good? Make sure you can actually see my face," you told her, glancing back at the sun and slightly shifting in the other direction. "Stand over there so you can see me better."

The blonde shook her head, "How 'bout you turn around and i'll get you looking that way."

"Oh, good idea!" you grinned, twisting around in the sand. You were silent for a moment, giving her a chance to take a few photos before you glanced around. "Should I change my pose?" you asked.

"Turn around!" she laughed, her other hand quickly retreating from her pocket. You were making this harder than it needed to be without even knowing it. You had your own thoughts running wildly through your head. Your curls were up in a bun on the top of your head, and concealed within the bun was a ring tied to a string.

You had no where else to put it.

You had everything all planned out; you'd start by telling her how much she means to you, how the thought of settling down used to make you nervous but now you could do it with confidence because that's how secure she makes you feel. You'd tell her how proud you are of her basketball career and that she stayed true to herself, to God, and to you. You'd thank her for the patience she had with you and your journey through medical school. All the late nights she had stayed up with you to help you study for exams even though she had practice early the next morning. You'd express to her how you had never felt more certain of a decision than you did right now, and that's when you'd do it. You'd take your hair down as majestically as you could muster, and then you'd get down on one knee and ask her, the love of your life, to marry you.

You spun around on your heel, "Okay, let me see them now."

You looped your arm with hers as she swiped through the pictures, favoriting a few as she went by. When she got to the last one, she smiled and shut her phone off, staring down at you. It was the perfect moment, and you would've taken advantage of it if Paige hadn't decided to interrupt it instead.

"You wanna do a fit check?"

"Aren't you supposed to do that before you go out?" you quirked your eyebrow, but the blonde wasn't listening. She was already heading away from the water and toward a couple of rocks that she could set the phone up on.

"You go first." She clicked the tiny pink button and backed up to you.

"How long is this?"

"I put it on ten minutes," she laughed, gently nudging your shoulder with her hand. "Now go."

"Okay guys, this dress is from Hello Molly, all my jewelry and stuff I got from a little shop here, and my heels," you pointed to the shoes that Paige still had dangling from her fingers, "are Christian Louboutin."

She kissed your temple briefly.

"Aight so the shirt and the shorts is a gucci set 'cus y'know I keep it fresh, the shoes are from StockX, and.....the ring is from Verragio."

You stared at the camera for a moment with a smile before turning to look at her outfit. You remembered the day you had picked out the set for her, casually pointing out how you liked the patterns on it as you walked past. Next thing you knew, she was at the register with it in her hands. But there was something else you noticed about her, about her hands; she wasn't wearing any rings.

"What ring?" you frowned.

She reached into her pocket, taking a deep breath as she pulled it out. "This one."

Your eyes widened as she held up the box, her hands trembling slightly. Paige's eyes searched yours, her expression a mix of hope and nervousness. She didn't wait for you to say anything, she was afraid that if she didn't get the words out immediately then she would never have the chance to.

"For as long as i've known you, you've always been the one to make me feel understood. You know exactly what to say after i've had a bad, you never complain about having to massage my back, or my legs, or my feet," she flashed that familiar gummy smile. "You always stay late with me at the gym when I wanna get in some extra reps, you offer to grab my rebounds and play one on one with me even though you don't know a thing about basketball. All that matters to you is that i'm happy.

I love how you never let us go to bed angry at each other, how all your apologies always start off with you offering me food. I love how you anytime you try a new recipe or make a new sauce, you always want me to test it — even though you know it's already perfect. You're always doin' spontaneous things like cutting your hair or taking random trips. I love how determined you are — like you're the only person I know who has the mental capacity to go through medical school. You're so strong willed and independent, and those are things that i've always admired about you. Those are the traits I want you to give our children...someday...in the far future.

You know it's gonna pay off in the long run, and I love how you focus on that instead of how stressful the work is that you're putting in now. But most importantly, I love the way you love me. You make me feel heard, you make me feel seen. And if the world were to end right now, I'd spend my last breath telling you how much I love you. I want you to know that I see you too. I want you to make me the happiest woman in the world and marry me."

It was then that Paige got down on one knee, opening the velvet box and revealing the most gorgeous ring you had ever seen. A white gold, square diamond ring, the kind you had always talked about wanting when you'd go on your tangents about getting engaged. Paige had been listening the entire time, she had heard you. She was staring up at you with red-brimmed eyes, she had started crying. You were crying too, you weren't sure when you had started.

"Baby," she whispered, voice trembling. "Will you marry me?"

Your hand moved to cover your mouth, to cover the choked up cry that you had let out. You had been planning to propose, you hadn't planned on being proposed to. You had come to realize that it was an entirely different set of emotions to prepare for. You fanned for face to dry the tears, laughing and rolling your eyes at her.

"On one condition," you say, reaching up to pull your hair tie from your bun. Shaking your hair loose, you catch the string before it falls to the sand. You hold it up to her, her eyebrows furrowing. It caught the light, a simple yet elegant band that perfectly captured her style—understated, but undeniably beautiful. "You marry me first."

She stood abruptly, glancing back and forth between you and the ring. A breathless laugh escaped her, "You're unbelievable."

You threw your head back and laughed as well, "Dude! I had it all planned out and you beat me to you!"

"You told me you wanted me to propose to you! Forgive me for not expecting you to pull a ring our your hair!"

The two of you were smiling uncontrollably, your cheeks beginning to hurt. Paige's hands were in yours, her lip between her teeth.

"What do you say?" you beamed.

"Yes! Wha— yes!"

You slipped the ring onto her shaking fingers, and she did the same to yours. You squealed at the way the diamonds caught the light, sparkling with a brilliance that seemed to echo the joy in your heart. Paige laughed, the sound full of relief and happiness, her own eyes transfixed by the ring now resting on her hand.

Paige’s smile widened, and she pulled you into a tight embrace, the warmth of her body the only thing keeping you from practically floating with excitement. You were both trembling, hearts racing in sync, as if they too were celebrating this perfect moment.

When she finally pulled back, her eyes were misty with happy tears. "I love you so much," she said, her voice catching.

She leaned in, pressing her forehead to yours, and you could feel the cool metal of the rings against your skin. The world around you seemed to slow, the moment stretching out, filled with nothing but the two of you and the love that connected your hearts.

"I love you more."

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[nsharks]

bleeding blue | part twenty-two preview

Five days. They're still here. You realize what's taking them so long; they're collecting food, drying meat into jerky and simmering wild strawberries into jams that Nereida cans. They have quite a lot of supplies with them. One of Kyle's backpack's is filled with ammo and another is stuffed with medicine. 

Kyle is easy to talk to. Nereida, too. Price—however—seems like he doesn't know what to think of you. Or maybe you're too insignificant to have crossed his mind much. 

That's fair. You don't need to all be friends.

Blue seems to like Ari. He's thirteen, two years older than her, which is evident in the way her head reaches his shoulders. She doesn't even say hi to you in the morning. Instead she shows him all her magazines and even the rabbits. He decides to name one Rocky, a friend for Grim. You can't be bothered; she needs another friend. Ghost isn't keen about them alone together, though. You heard him mutter to Kyle—keep an eye on him, Gaz.

The threat of summer starts to invite more and more sweat down your neck. Your hair has gotten so long. After tossing and turning on Ghost's bedroom floor, it became a nest of tangles. When Nereida, Ari, and Blue go for a dip in the pond, you go with them and soak it, then let the water settle so you can stare at your reflection. Blade sharpened, you saw a few inches off. Better. More practical. 

"I thought you were going to cut more," Blue comments.

"I don't want it that short, or else it's harder to braid."

As the two kids keep swimming, Nereida finds bunches of rosemary and seems more excited than you'd be about it. 

"It helps fight off odors," she explains when you ask. "Like when I have my period, so the Greys can't smell it as much."

When she puts it that way, you grab some, too. Then you start wondering about her and John. Do they have sex? They must. You've seen the way they are. Kisses to their shoulder and neck, arms around each other's waist. You've stared a few times only to catch yourself and quickly look away. How do they avoid pregnancy? You highly doubt either of them want to bring a new child into the world. You wouldn't.

Ari and Blue lay in the sun together. You scoot away to give them space, but overhear some of their conversation, anyway.

"Your dad is so cool."

Blue plays with a piece of her hair. "Oh? You think so?"

"Have you seen him? He's a beast. My uncle told me he got his name because no one could see him coming before he killed them."

"He can be a pain in my ass sometimes," Blue mutters. Her nose scrunches. "But he's taught me a lot of things. I'm pretty good with knives."

"Damn, I gotta see that."

She is beaming. "I'll show you when we get back."

Then, she leans over and whispers something in his ear. Whatever it is, he smiles and shakes his head in response.

She pulls away, sighing. "I wish you guys could just stay here."

Or maybe your dad will make us go with them, you think to yourself. In a way, it's comforting, that he is secretive with her, too. He still hasn't brought up the topic again. Either he hasn't decided, or he doesn't actually plan on keeping you updated. You try your best not to ruminate, but it's hard not to, especially when you have a hard time falling asleep on floorboards and are left with your thoughts in the dark. 

Which is why you're not feeling thrilled by the time you go into his room. He's already lying in bed, one hand bent behind his head while the other props open a book. He looks comfortable. Almost normal, even.

"How do you sleep with the mask on?" you remark, kicking off your shoes. 

His eyes lift from the page briefly. "Like a baby."

"How come Kyle has seen you without it and not me?"

His jaw flexes. "Jealousy doesn't suit you, Twix."

"And mental sanity doesn't suit you."

A light huff. Then, "Nice haircut."

When the room is dark, Ghost must get tired of hearing you toss and turn. He flicks on the small lamp, and you squint from the sudden light, stuffing the pillow over your head. There's shuffling before a hand rips the pillow from your face and tosses it onto the bed.

"Just get in the fucking bed. I won't bite." The sight of him standing above you, sweatpants low on his hips, consumes your vision. His voice is low but demanding.

"What, together?"

"I want good sleep. M'not going to get it on the floor, or listening to you up all night, so get in." His eyes peer down at you, half-lidded, before he lowly adds, "I'll be a gentleman, if you're worried."

You lift up and ignore the offer of his hand. "I'm not worried."

To protest would be embarrassingly juvenile when both him and you know you want to sleep there. Yet—your heart thickens. He watches as you crawl into the bed where the ceiling slants, tucking yourself under the quilt and curling against the very edge so that your knees float over it. The springs groan to your left and then heady warmth spills over you. Ghost keeps to his side, flat on his back, with his hands lying on his chest. His elbow pokes into your back no matter how carefully you try to inch away, and his thigh just barely brushes against your backside. 

The bastard doesn't say a word, nor does he make an effort to give you more space so you screw your eyes shut and fall asleep to the sound of his breathing. 

[angclone]

Happy birthday 🥳🥰💞

I was hoping to request a drabble where the reader's boyfriend cheats on them and they find out and show up at bucky's doorstep crying late at night bc they didn't know where else to go and then he comforts them and maybe a friends to lovers situation? No pressure if you're not feeling it tho!!!! 🫶🫶🫶

thank you for the birthday wishes and thank you so much for my first request on this blog! i hope you enjoy my take on it (ps. i’m always down for a little angst)

i’m so excited to be celebrating my birthday with y’all and some drabbles ♥️

Mads’ Birthday Drabble Celebration

You collapse into Bucky's chest as soon as the door opens, and he doesn't hesitate to wrap you in his arms, pulling you close despite the tears now soaking through his shirt.

And he doesn't ask — not yet. He just holds you tight, one hand settling in your hair as your body trembles against him.

“He cheated,” you finally whisper. 

It’s quiet and fragile, said in the safety of Bucky’s arms, muffled from how you're buried in his chest. You’re not even sure you wanted to be heard, but you know that Bucky heard you when his entire body goes rigid.

"What?" he asks, voice sharper than he intends.

You shrug halfheartedly and step back, leaving enough space between you to look at each other, though you can't quite bring your gaze to meet his. "He cheated," you repeat with a shaky breath, and you sound utterly defeated.

It tugs at something in Bucky's chest. His fists clench and relax before clenching again, and suddenly he's reaching for his jacket by the door.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

Wide, bloodshot eyes finally meet his, and he slows down. Vibranium fingers wrap around leather, and he lifts the jacket like it should be obvious. Your brows only draw closer together as you watch him, so he says, "I'm going to kill him."

You scoff — it's a cute joke, really, and it's just like Bucky to try and cheer you up with his special brand of dark humor and sarcasm. But you quickly realize there's no humor in his eyes, and he doesn't smirk or crack a smile at the sound of your gentle laugh.

He continues, "Seriously, doll. I'll take care of it." And then he's slipping the jacket on, grabbing his keys off the side table, and telling you, "Stay here until I get back —"

Before he can brush past you, you silence him with a soft hand on his chest. "James, no," you breathe, "I — thank you, but no."

And now it's his turn to be confused as his eyes flick from your delicate hand on his chest to the tears still swimming in your eyes.

"I just need you," you whisper.

And maybe it's a confession of some kind, one you aren't even truly aware of in the moment. But Bucky drops his keys without question and pulls you back into his arms, holding you a little tighter this time.

"Okay," he mumbles into your hair, and neither of you mention the soft kisses he's pressing to your scalp now. "Of course — I'm here," he promises, "I'm always here."

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

I've been reading a lot of Korean isekai webcomics lately and given me an idea of being Malleus or Leona fiance who he didn't even love at all ( liked he thinks they are being too clingy or something like that but in reality they care about them and try help them out with daily tasks and try to bring something interesting to lighten the mood or the very least lift up their mood to at least feel better )

and reader taken over the body of said fiance and just like " I don't wanna get killed, or die, I have magic to help me out so I'll just run away from here " and just left him to venture out in the world maybe settle in somewhere outside of the kingdom to somewhere else in a small village to settle, and when they realize that how much their former finance care for them and realize they are no longer in the castle and looking for them

And what do they feel when they see her ( fae or beastwoman ) with a human male who made her really happy when they found her

Manwha Mistreated Married Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

It's downright unfair to be the only one trying in this arranged marriage setting. Not to mention the lack of care when it comes to hiding their growing interest in this Yuu character. Why shouldn’t you be allowed happiness with your own human, far away from the unforgiving environment of their castle? What’s worse is that they will come running and it is not to congratulate you:

Leona Kingscholar

“What the-”

When he finally does get around to actually doing the paperwork of being a prince

He finds that he’s been sent a constant barrage of divorce material 

And then he’s reminded that he’s been married off to…someone he can’t even be bothered to remember

But he looks at the official Royal portraits of you 

And goes to search 

He wanted to see what he was working with

“Uh your majesty, they’ve been gone for over a year now.”

A year?! Already

So he reaches into the back of his mind to the memories of you 

Reporting how much of his work you did for him or how you gifted him some new pillows as a gift 

It makes him feel itchy 

So he begins an arduous search for you

Something that takes longer than he expects 

Eventually finding you working on a farm 

Clearly making goo-goo eyes at the pathetic buff farm hand

So he decides to pop your bubble, revealing that technically still married

“Oh, I know that. But they’re waitin’ on you to finalize the divorce, y’know?”

Drats

There’s nothing more he hates than watching you look longingly at each other despite being so close

But he can’t bring himself to sign his name

Preferring to instead fight for his ownership of your heart

And if he has to get dirty he doesn’t mind

It just means he’s one step closer to making you return

He wants you to come running back to him

To hang off his every word as he does now

To kiss his knuckles and tell him how good of a husband he’s been

Malleus Draconia

“I’ve misjudged you…I’d appreciate if you returned home now.”

It's a wake-up call to have you laugh in his face when he says this

Usually, any protests would be met with his immense strength and magical prowess

But too bad his grandmother set him up with someone of near equal standing even worse better you seem to have been training

It was a past time for you as you moved into a non-descript village

All to retreat from a spouse obsessed with the first human to express any interest in him

Now forget all the times you attempted to converse with him or let him ramble about gargoyles

Only to be ignored or spat at for imitating his ‘child of man’

Well if he liked them so much he shouldn’t have minded when you wordlessly took a hiatus from the kingdom

No one seems to miss you, your presence is filled by the buzz of a human being around

But when that human leaves for home or turns in to achieve that sleep they so desperately need

He misses you

Finds even he unexpectedly snaps when his best friend reaches to sit in your chair

What strange magic…for him to wish you were present

He finds you easily 

And is surprised when you wretch in disgust when he arrives

And if you’ve taken a guardian role to some poor orphan child they copy the behavior

Constantly reminding him of your supposed dislike 

He’s not fond of this version of you at all

So he lingers like a dog kicked outside

Watching from a close distance as you live your new life

Sparking something in him as he finds you absolutely alluring at every angle

Suddenly that human’s pleas for his return become the static of something irritating

He needed you to come back and if a distraction was what was stopping you then so be it

But you’re so empathetic they might prove themselves useful as the king’s bargaining chip

[ponyosmom35]

Girls night out

Dexter x fem reader

synopsis: reader goes out for a drink with the girls and dexter cares for her after.

Dexter pulled up outside the bar, his car idling as he glanced through the windshield. He spotted her almost immediately, standing with her friends, laughing loudly and swaying slightly on her feet. The sight made him smile—she was adorable when she let loose, though he could already tell she was tipsy.

I am not particularly happy she wanted to go out tonight. I knew all too well what type of men prey on drunk women. As much I wanted to stay and keep an eye on her the whole night I had other things I had to take care of, like setting up my newest kill room. The few hours had given me time to do some setup, until she called asking me to pick her up.

Hopping out of the car, he approached the group. Her face lit up when she saw him. "Dex!" she called, throwing her arms up. 

Her friends giggled, one of them patting Dexter on the arm. "You've got a good one."

If only they knew.

"Don't I know it," She said, grinning up at him.

Dexter chuckled. "Alright, let's get you all home safe."

With a bit of coordination and her friends' slurred directions, Dexter got them into rideshares, ensuring each one had a safe way back. Once it was just her, she clung to his arm as they walked to the car, her giggles filling the air.

"Get in," he says

"You're so bossy," she teased, her words slightly slurred but playful.

"Yeah, yeah," he murmured, opening the passenger door and helping her in. "Let's get you home."

On the drive, she leaned her head against the window, humming to herself. "Dexter, did you know you're ridiculously handsome?" she said out of nowhere, turning to look at him with a grin.

He glanced at her, his lips twitching in amusement. "Thanks for tellin' me."

She laughed, a sound that made his chest feel warm. "You're welcome."

Once they got home, Dexter helped her out of the car and up the steps to her apartment. She tripped slightly over the threshold, but he caught her easily, his hands firm but gentle.

"Careful," he said softly.

"You're so strong," she mumbled, looking up at him with wide, adoring eyes. "Like, stupidly strong."

"C'mon, let's get you to bed," he said, steering her toward the bedroom.

When they reached the bed, she flopped onto it dramatically, her giggles muffled by the pillows. Dexter knelt beside her, gently untying her shoes and slipping them off. "Alright, up you go," he said, coaxing her to sit up.

She pouted but complied, swaying slightly as he helped her out of her dress. Left in her underwear, she shivered slightly, and Dexter quickly grabbed one of his shirts from the dresser he’d left. "Arms up," he instructed.

She did as he asked, and he slipped the oversized shirt over her head. It fell to her mid-thigh. "There we go," he said, smoothing it down.

"You're so sweet," she murmured, reaching out to kiss his cheek.

He shook his head, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

"I'll be fine, I didn't even drink that much"

"You're gonna feel differently in the morning"

She giggled again but didn't argue. Dexter gently guided her to lie down, pulling the blanket over her. She snuggled into the pillow, her makeup still smudged.

"Hold on," he said, heading to the bathroom to grab a damp washcloth. Returning, he knelt by her side and carefully wiped the makeup from her face, her eyes fluttering open briefly before closing again.

"That feels nice," she murmured, her voice soft and sleepy.

When he was done, he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. "Get some sleep."

"Dexter?" she mumbled, her eyes barely open.

"Yeah?"

"I'm so grateful for you," she said, her words slightly slurred but heartfelt.

His chest tightened, and he brushed her hair back from her face. She drifted off with a small smile, and Dexter stayed by her side for a moment longer, watching her breathe peacefully before heading to clean up and settle in for the night.

–

The next morning, Dexter woke up early, as he always did, and went about his morning routine. By the time he returned to the bedroom, she was stirring, letting out a groan as she buried her face deeper into the pillow.

"Good morning, sunshine," he said, his deep voice laced with teasing.

"Don't... don't say that," she croaked, her voice muffled.

Dexter chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Feeling alright?"

"No," she whined, slowly turning over to look at him. Her hair was a mess, and her face scrunched up as the light coming through the window hit her eyes. "I think I'm dead."

Trust me, you’re not. 

"Should've paced yourself," he replied, his tone light. "Come on, let's get you up."

She shook her head but immediately regretted it. "Oh no," she muttered, clamping a hand over her mouth.

Dexter reacted instantly, helping her up and guiding her to the bathroom. She barely made it before she was kneeling over the toilet, her body wracked with nausea. He knelt beside her, one hand on her back, the other holding her hair out of her face.

"Easy," he said softly, rubbing soothing circles on her back. "Let it out. You'll feel better after."

She groaned between, muttering something unintelligible.

When she finally stopped, Dexter grabbed a washcloth, dampened it with cool water, and handed it to her. "Here, clean up a bit."

Serena took it, wiping her face with a grateful but weak smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't want you to see me like this," she mumbled.

"Don't be," he said simply, helping her to her feet. "Let's get you in the shower. You'll feel better after that."

Dexter turned on the water, adjusting it to the perfect temperature. He helped her out of his shirt and guided her into the shower. She leaned against the tiled wall, letting the warm water cascade over her.

"Alright?" he asked, standing just outside the glass to give her some privacy while still keeping an eye on her.

"Better," she replied weakly.

"Take your time. I'll be right here."

She managed to clean herself up, the warm water helping her feel more human. When she stepped out, wrapped in a fluffy towel, Dexter was waiting with a bottle of water and some painkillers.

"Here," he said, handing them to her.

"You're too good to me," she muttered, taking them gratefully.

Pressing a kiss to her damp hair.

He helped her back to bed, tucking her in with an extra blanket. "Stay here. I'll bring you something to eat."

Serena reached out, grabbing his hand. "Thank you."

He gave her a soft smile. 

A while later, he returned with a plate with a bagel and a mug of herbal tea. She sat up slowly, taking small bites and sips as he sat beside her.

"You didn't have to do all this," she said, her voice still scratchy.

"I wanted to," he replied, his tone warm but firm. "It's my job."

There was no amount of puke or drunken girls nights that would change that.

Her lips quirked into a small smile, despite her misery. "Remind me to never drink like that again."

Dexter chuckled. "Oh, I will. But we both know you won't listen.”

"Yeah you're probably right" she agrees

"Head still hurt?" He asks

"Yeah" she sighs

"Why don't you get some sleep"

She leaned into him, her head on his shoulder. Even in her hungover state, she felt lucky to have someone like him by her side.

"I've got you,"

Masterlist 

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/790057762332819456/dexter-morgan-masterlist?source=share

[lexithwrites]

bartylily nsfw..? 🤭

nsfw below of course (minor TW for this, other than smut there is some pain kink stuff going on, nothing major just slapping, scratching and hair pulling, as well as degradation)

If you asked one of her closest friends, Lily Evans would be described as someone with ambition. A motherly figure. Someone who wanted her friends and loved ones to succeed. That she was headstrong, smart, fierce and loyal. But above all else, they'd tell you that she had extremely high standards when it came to men and relationships.

She wasn't going to settle, she refused. She had dealt with a handful of men in her dating history that never took her seriously, didn't treat her how she expected to be treated, nor did they ever, ever care about her needs. They were selfish. They assumed that because she was a woman she'd want to kneel at their feet and obey. No, Lily Evans wasn't a dog they could teach to sit or fetch.

She'd much prefer to be the one holding the leash.

Which is why it was her shoving Barty Crouch up against the brick wall and putting her hand in his jeans, not the other way around. Barty wouldn't manhandle her like that, but getting manhandled? Sure. Any day of the week. Lily pushed herself up on her toes and kissed him something fierce; she wanted him to feel her touch and taste burn into his skin. She wanted him to remember her in the morning.

"Fuck, Evans...you that horny for me?" He choked out, still managing that cocky smile as she cupped him over his boxers and squeezed.

"You know how this goes, Barty." She panted, shivering when his wandering hands found her ass and kneaded it. "We don't need to talk to each other."

"Thought you liked my mouth?" He moaned, rocking his hips forward when she started to stroke his half-hard cock, the tip already leaking pre-cum.

"I like my mouth when it's being put to good use." Lily reminded him, reaching up with her free hand to press two fingers against Barty's tongue, forcing it to come out like a dog panting. He let her do it, he'd always let her. Barty grinned, starting to drool over himself. "You're so dirty, you know."

He nodded, dumbly. His brain was starting to switch off at having his mouth forced open and his cock touched, and he didn't care about anything else in the world but her right now. She was too good at this, actually. The whole...sexy, red-haired dominatrix thing. It was exactly his type and he was a complete loser when she was around, but he liked it. Loved it, even. He wanted to be a good boy for Lily, that's all.

"You want me to get you off here? In this alley? Our friends are inside and they think we're out here smoking. Any of them could come looking, Barty." She whispered, leaning close to his ear as she manoeuvred her hand into his boxers to touch him properly. He whimpered, more drool running down his chin. "What do you want?"

"To get off." He said, although it wasn't that coherent with fingers in his mouth. Lily smiled and started trailing kisses up his neck. She was trying to kill him, he realised in the haze. She's actually trying to kill him right now. Cold blooded murder. But it still felt so good.

"I can get you off, love." She cooed. "Are you going to be a good boy and keep quiet for me?" Barty nodded again and she nipped at his neck. "Good." Her hand moved faster, gripping him and twisting her wrist on the upstroke around the head. Barty's thighs trembled and his eyes rolled back into his head. How this woman could make him feel this way he'd never know. She somehow knew him better than he knew himself. "That's it, there you go honey...just feel good for me. It's all you're good for, isn't it? Being touched like this...letting me use you."

Barty whined and bucked his hips again, earning a light slap on his cheek with wet fingers. "I'm sorry, holy fuck that feels so good—"

"Barty." Lily warned.

"M'sorry, fuck, fuck, I'm sorry, please keep going! I'll be good! I'll shut up and I'll be a good boy, I'll be such a good boy for you, oh jesus christ just like that—"

Lily smiled against his skin but didn't say anything this time. She had to admit, hearing him beg was starting to make her clench her thighs together. Barty was fun to play with, but she really did want to make him feel good. In her own strange, dominating way. They had only been doing this for a few months but she'd memorised all the little things he liked hearing her say, all the things he wanted her to do to him. Pull his hair mostly, and she reached up to tug his head back as she sucked a mark onto his throat—her hand speeding up when she heard him let out a guttural moan. He was close.

"M'fuck—" he grabbed her hips as she nuzzled her nose into his cheek.

"You can cum, it's okay. It's okay, honey. Good boy." Within seconds, Barty tipped over the edge. Lily worked him through it, staring up at his face as he scrambled against the wall and then gulped.

"Jesus...you're a fucking freak." He was grinning from ear to ear. Lily felt herself smiling too. "You're coming home with me, right?"

"I have to get my bag." She told him as she wiped her sticky hand onto his shirt. He didn't even flinch, nor did she. It was routine.

"Fuck the bag, I'll buy you another one."

"Tempting, but I want my stuff. Just wait here, alright?" She was about to walk back into the club when Barty tilted his head. "What?"

"You...I didn't say it earlier because I thought you'd make fun of me, and for once I didn't want you too, but you look gorgeous, Lil." He gave her a new smile then, something small and sincere and...innocent. She flushed. Barty actually made her lost for words. "I'll be here and we can go to mine. Can do that thing you like with my tongue." He licked his lips.

And he's back.

[fandoms--fluff]

helllooo!

i love your work so much !!

can you write something to do with hope being a big sister but her little sister is a teen. and reader walks in on hope and lizzie making out and goes and tells klaus or something.

Remember To Knock

Young teen female mikaelson reader x Hope Mikaelson (+Lizzie & Klaus)

Warnings: making out mentioned?

A/n: a bit shorter than I wanted, but I hope you enjoy!

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"Hey Hope, where did you put the- oh" You stumble after opening the door to your older sister's room. Inside, Lizzie and her are on the bed, lips connected together and hands roaming over each other a moment before you barged inside.

"Oh, shit" Lizzie swore. Hope smacked her arm, giving the 'not helping' look over to her not so secret anymore girlfriend.

"Uh, Y/n...What did I say about the not knocking?" Hope sighed, walking over to her 13 year old sister.

"I-I'm sorry. I- I'll go now. Sorry for bothering you...and all...that" You stutter and scurry out of the room, closing the door behind you. Hope sighed again before walking back over to Lizzie.

You run through the halls and down the stairs. In your haste to get away from the grossness that was going down in Hope's room, you smack straight into your father.

"Woah, little one, where are you going in such a rush?" He settles you down with his hands grasped on your shoulders.

He bends down to your height and brushes a strand of hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear. "Somewhere else" you answer too quickly.

He raised an eyebrow, "And why would that be?"

"Umm" you're so screwed. Now it's either you get in trouble with your Dad or Hope. And you didn’t want to face the consequences from either of them.

"Y/n. Tell me what happened. Unless you want me to get your uncle Elij-" Klaus crosses his arms.

"No!" You cut him off. Uncle Elijah is scarier than your dad when it comes to consequences. (Considering he basically raised your dad, Auntie Bex, and Uncle Kol, he's basically a pro at it)

Klaus smirks, works every time, he thinks. "So, what happened?" He asks again.

"Um, I may or may not have accidentally went into Hope's room without knocking again and now my eyes are scarred for life and it was really gross and I'm pretty sure she's gonna kill me for telling you this, did I mention it was really gross-?" You rant, stopping when you feel your dad's hands resting on your shoulders to calm you.

"Hey, slow down a bit. Hope's not going to kill you. What do you mean by 'gross'?" He asks, eyebrows furrowing together.

"Uhh, I kinda walked in on Hope and Lizzie kissing, making out I think?. I dunno, it was bleh" you shake your body in disgust.

"You're telling me your older sister was making out with Caroline's daughter in her room" Klaus says, it coming out almost as a growl. He stalks away down the hall and up the stairs, to Hope's room you predict, before you could answer.

"IM SORRY HOPEY" You yell, towards the stairs, hopefully giving your big sister a warning.

"What are you sorry for?" You jump around, hearing a voice from behind you.

You come face to face with your Auntie Bex.

"Hah, welllll, funny story..." you scratch the back of your head wishing you never went into Hope's room in the first place.

[ripdragonbeans]

I Choose You // modern!Aemond x reader

Summary: Aemond comforts you after a nightmare.

CW: p in v, oral f receiving, talk of indefinitely, nightmare, unprotected sex, creampie

As you park the car you let out a long sigh. It's been an exhausting day and you couldn't wait to come home to your dog and a cozy bed. Work had you on your feet all day and it was just a lot.

A cool breeze rushed past as you get out of the car to head into your apartment. As you walk to the building you notice your boyfriend’s car is also parked. Strange, he doesn't come back home until later this afternoon. You brushed the uneasiness aside and continued to the building. Finally unlocking the door after fumbling with the keys you enter the warmth of your apartment.

“Aemond!” You called out. “I'm home, babe!” 

No response.

“Aemond?” You slowly turn to walk to your bedroom when you hear it.

Moaning and the creek of the bed. 

You close your eyes. “No, gods no,” you whispered to yourself. You steeled your nerves to see the worst when. You open the door to find Aemond and -

“NO!” You wake up in a cold sweat and find hot tears streaming down your cheeks. “No, please,” you whimper. 

Shutting your eyes, you reach out blindly to find him, to feel him but there's no need. Aemond is already sitting up, gathering you into his arms.

“Shh, shh. I know,” he whispers.

You can't help the sobs that leave your body. Tears tumble out with no slowing down. You can feel the tightness in your chest. It all seemed real. It was real, years ago, but not with Aemond. Still, the fear of finding Aemond with someone else in the bed you share was still terrifying, even if it were nowhere near true. That fear you have, of him cheating, is all due to your ex, Jason. 

That day played out exactly the same way as your dream did. A normal day turned into one of heartbreak.

You finally caught your breath between sobs. “I know you won't - I know you would never, but I just get so scared, Aemond.”

His arms tightened around you as he pulled you in as close as possible. The feel of his body pressed against yours was an immense comfort. Just him, just breathing the scent of him, was enough to help calm yourself. 

“What happened to you was horrible and I wish it never happened, love. Know that I am always with you, I will always choose you.”

You burrowed yourself close into him. “I wish I could make them stop. They don't happen all the time but when they do happen they hit me hard.”

You felt him kiss the top of your head before lifting your face up to his. 

“If I could kill him for what he did to you, know that I would in a heartbeat. But since I can't,” he kissed your brow. “I'll just have to love you more.”

“Aemond,” you gave him a small smile. “No need to be so dramatic.”

“Ah, but I do, if it means making my love smile.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

As he tried to pull away you cupped his face in your hands. “I need you, Aemond. Is that okay? Can we do this right now?”

He tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “I am always ready for you, my love.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, letting his breathing match your own, before capturing you in a gentle kiss.

This wasn't the time for rough sex; neither of you wanted or needed that now. Right now you just need each other.

Your hands tangled in his messy silver hair as you pulled him closer. His hands gripped your waist as he moved you on top of his lap. You could feel him hard underneath his underwear, already aching for you, just as you were wet and aching for him.

He slipped a hand down to dip beneath the edge of your panties, making you shiver. His fingers made their way down and began moving in soft circles over your clit.

You moaned against his mouth before moving to settle your head against his shoulder. 

“Fuck, Aemond,” you whispered.

“Is this what my pretty girl needed?”

Your answer was muffled against his neck as he slowly built up speed. You began rocking your hips to rut against him but as soon you started he stopped.

“Aemond!”

“On your back, my love,” he commanded.

He removed his hand and let you fall back against the pillows.

“Aemond, please I need you.”

“And you'll get me, my dear. Let me do this for you. Let me make you feel good.”

As soon as the last word left his lips, Aemond ducked down to burry his face between your legs. He pushed aside your panties to have access to your weeping cunt.

“So pretty,” he murmured against you.

He licked a strip up from your slit to your clit, the action making your back arch. Aemond held tight, wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep you from moving away. He found your clit and was quick to focus on it. Licking and sucking it, he wanted to hear you moan. 

“You taste, so good. Fuck, I need you to cum.”

All you could do was nod your head. Your hands came up to grab at your breasts over your shirt. You needed more. You pinched and pulled at your nipples as Aemond continued to feast on you like a man starved. 

It wasn't until he added in two fingers that you started to really rock against him.

“Aemond, please!”

“That's it, my love. Let go.”

Your back arched up as pleasure shot through you. Aemond continued to fuck you with his finger through your orgasm, prolonging it.

Once your body settled down you pulled Aemond up to trap him in a passionate kiss. The taste of yourself in him drove you mad. 

You began pulling down his briefs when he chuckled. “Eager, are we?”

You leaned in close to him. “I need you to fuck me into this bed right now.”

His eyes darkened. “As you wish,” he whispered.

He fully ditched his briefs and tugged you over to him. His cock was hard and red at the tip, weeping with precum. Your mouth watered at this sight of him; you'd never tire of seeing him like this.

Gladly, you spread your legs for him and played with your clit. Aemond was quick to slap your hand away.

“No touching. I'm going to make you feel good. Only me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Aemond.”

“Good girl.”

He rubbed the head of his cock against your clit and it took all the effort your had not to push yourself against him to get him where you wanted. He loved teasing you like this. He brought it down to tease your entrance. You could feel him. He was so close.

“Please,” you begged.

“Since you asked so nicely.” 

In one swift motion he sheathed himself inside you, his cock stretching you gloriously. You rocked your hips against him as he moved your legs over his shoulders. 

“Fuck, you're taking me so well. All you needed was my cock to make you feel better?”

“Yes, yes, Aemond!” You babbled.

He pistoned into you, never once breaking eye contact. He wanted to watch you come undone.

“My beautiful, beautiful girl. Come for me.”

He sped up, his thrusts becoming erratic. Pleasure built inside you as he kept going, never relenting. 

“Aemond, fuck!” Pleasure crested and white shot across your vision as he fucked you through your orgasm. 

“I'm gonna come,” he grunted.

“Inside me, please. I want you inside me.”

He lost his rhythm but his speed never wavered until his seed filled your cunt.

Aemond collapsed on top of you but was careful not to crush you. You held him tight as you both lay there, his cock still inside you. The closeness, the intimacy, this is what you needed.

“I love you, Aemond. I love you so much.” You said into his shoulder.

“I love you, too,” he moved his face to look you in the eye. “I choose you, I will always choose you, and I will always be here for you.”

Your eyes began to water at his declaration of love. Never before have you felt so wanted, so loved.

Aemond slowly got up, his warmth leaving you cold and empty. He got a washcloth from the bathroom and gently cleaned you up. When he was done he cleaned himself and threw it in the hamper. He pulled you into his arms before lowering the both of you back onto the bed.

“I choose you, always you,” he declared. His words were the last you heard before you drifted off to sleep.

[noinoi10101010]

Love of two jesters (HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈)

Nova and frost knew each since they were made. They loved each other with the other two no knowing. Nova was the first to develop feelings and with them being made in the 80s they weren't exactly well.....accepting to LGBT+ anything and was mainly discriminated against or flat put killed. Didn't help the fact the boss they both worked for was heavily homophobic. Making nova keep his feelings for frost hidden. He also thought that his friends frost would be ruined and he cares about him and loves him he doesn't want that to happen to someone he loves. Chica and Roxy were in similar situations as nova was but they seem to have already confessed and know that they can date each other without the risk of them being killed so they especially chica constantly made their love for each known and they saw nova twiddling with his fingers as they both know what he is then thinking of then and there. Chica thinking they know they can be themselves now walks over to nova and short of teases him into asking frost out "soooo....have you asked him yet?" ~chica says to nova with a smirk as nova face turns dark red "u-umm i-i oh I don't know I don't even know if he likes me." Nova says bashfuly "what oh come on you two would be so cute together. Besides who wouldn't what you as a boyfriend. *pushes nova to were frost is to with he is talking to freddy*" Chica says playful pushing nova to were he eventually takes a breath and attempts to ask out frost. He walks over to him while he is pink in the face from blushing. He is almost close to him and just as he is about to hold his hand he chickens out and walks away defeated. Frost looks over to nova as he walks away sadly knowing he is upset as a small yet faint blush fills his cheeks.

Frost throws the dead body of the parent they killed in the garbage. "alright there now no one will find them" frost says looking at nova who smiles at this "now that is Settled can you mind telling me why your were so upset?" Frost asks as nova face erupted in blush "I'm worried about you nova I want to make sure your ok" frost asked in a concern voice as nova places his hand on his check as frost blushes "n-nova?!" Frost says in a flustered voice as nova inches closer to his face and just at it looks there about to kiss a bright light blinds them "THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU " there boss yelled shouting profanities at them. Nova immediately gets in front of frost "N-NO WAIT IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE I-I SWEAR!" Nova says in a scared voice as there boss pulls out a gun and aims it at nova only for frost to push him out the way and take the bullet "FROST!" Nova says in a scared voice as first falls to the ground the bullet entering his arm "D-DON'T WORRY FROST I'LL TAKE YOU BACK TO THE PIZZAPLEX AND THEY'RE FIX YOU UP!" Nova says as he picks them up and runs to the pizzaplex

Nova burst through the doors of the plex as he hands frost to solar "FIX HIM PLEASE" nova says in a desperate voice as Roxy and chica comfort him. A while later he starts pacing in concern for frost safety "oh man I am such an idiot all cause I couldn't help myself I should have know that my love....for him wasn't tolerated" nova says as lunar who over heard the conversation raises his eyebrows curious "what do you mean your love for him is not tolerated" lunar asked nova "well...two boys can't like each other right?" Nova asked as lunar finally puts two and two together "nova you can date a guy if you want to. Heck I was in a poly relationship with a guy and a girl. You can date who you want now. And if your boss is the one that caused this we can have you get him get fired for you if that's what you want." Lunar explains as nova tears up "r-really.......I can date who I want?" Nova says "yeah you ca-*gets tackled into a hug by nova*" lunar says as nova hug tackles him as he runs to check on frost only to see him fixed "FROSTY!" Nova says running to happily as frost hugs back "i-i am so sorry frost is shouldn't have done what I did it all happened cause i*blushes*-i " nova says as he tries to explain as frost chuckles at this and kisses him happily. Nova happy beyond words kisses back in happiness and joy. When frost pulls away nova is so happy that he not only is liked back by frost but he can love who he wanted without dealing with faceing the wrath of there boss he starts giving frost little pecks all of his face as frost laugh "hehe hehe nova that tickles" he says in between laughs as nova and frost put there forehead together happy beyond words in each others arms.

@sillyzone1209

[sleepberries]

Hiiii its me again!! I was wondering if you will ever do an aunt may meet Jason fic ( does your Peter have an aunt may?)

Also in the batfam fics does Peter know who they are? (I mean like nightwing,signal ecc..)

Also i wanted to say (again) how much i love your fics.

Hope you have a wonderfull day as always and i hope to read many of your fics in the future💖💖

i do have a jason meets may fic!! i've been holding off on posting it to ao3 so far, but i'll drop it under the cut :)) i wrote it before i even started the wayne fic.

and as for peter knowing the other bat identities, he doesn't know officially . he's got his own suspicions, but he hasn't had an official reveal.

thank you so much !! i hope you have a great day as well

Dinner With May

Jason shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat of Peter's beat-up Toyota, fingers tapping an erratic rhythm against his thigh. The car smelled like old coffee and the faint remnants of whatever takeout had last been eaten there. Outside, brownstones lined the quiet Queens street, each one so distinctly normal that Jason felt like an intruder just being there.

"You're going to wear a hole in your jeans if you keep that up," Peter said, glancing over at Jason's restless fingers.

Jason stilled his hand immediately, curling it into a fist. "I'm fine."

"Really? Because you look like you're about to jump out of the car." Peter's voice was light, but his eyes were knowing when they flicked toward Jason. "It's just dinner, you know."

"With your aunt," Jason corrected. "The woman who raised you."

Peter's mouth quirked into a half-smile. "Yeah, and she's going to love you."

"That's not—" Jason exhaled sharply. "I don't do family, Peter. Not well, anyway."

The words hung heavy between them. Jason's own family history was a minefield of issues he rarely discussed—a mother who'd sold him out, a father who'd been absent, and a surrogate family that remained... complicated at best. Meeting the person who'd given Peter his moral compass, his unwavering compassion? It felt like stepping into an evaluation he wasn't prepared for.

Peter reached across the center console, his hand settling warm and steady over Jason's knee. "May's not like that. She doesn't judge." His thumb traced a small, reassuring circle. "She just wants to meet the guy who's been making me smile like an idiot for months."

Jason huffed, trying to mask the flutter in his chest. "So it's my fault you look like an idiot? Great first impression."

"Shut up," Peter laughed, squeezing his knee once before returning his hand to the steering wheel. "She's going to love you because I love you. That's how May works."

The casual way Peter said it—I love you—still made something catch in Jason's chest, even a month after they'd first exchanged the words. It wasn't that he didn't believe it. It was that he still wasn't used to hearing it said so easily, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"And if she doesn't?" The question slipped out before Jason could stop it.

Peter's expression softened as he pulled into a narrow driveway beside a modest two-story house. He killed the engine and turned to face Jason fully. "Then we'll order takeout and try again next week." His hand found Jason's again, fingers lacing together. "But she will."

Jason's throat felt tight as he nodded, unable to find the right words. Peter leaned across the console and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, lingering just long enough to quiet the storm in Jason's chest.

"Come on," Peter murmured, pulling back with a smile. "I promise she doesn't bite."

The walk to the front door felt longer than it should have. Peter's home—because it was still his home, even if he rarely stayed there anymore—was well-kept but lived-in. Potted plants dotted the porch, some thriving, others barely holding on. A welcome mat that had seen better days sat in front of the door, and warm light spilled from the windows.

Before they could knock, the door swung open.

May Parker was not what Jason had expected. Somehow, in his mind, she'd become this towering, intimidating figure. Instead, she stood before him with laugh lines around her eyes and flour dusting her hands, her hair pulled back in a loose bun. She beamed when she saw them.

"Peter!" She pulled her nephew into a tight hug, patting his back with floury hands that left white prints on his dark sweater. When she pulled away, her eyes immediately found Jason's. "And you must be Jason."

Jason nodded, extending his hand formally. "Ms. Parker."

May looked at his outstretched hand for a beat before gently pushing it aside and pulling him into a hug just as warm as the one she'd given Peter. Jason went rigid, arms awkwardly hovering, unsure where to place them. May didn't seem to mind. She pulled back, hands lingering on his shoulders as she studied him.

"None of that 'Ms. Parker' business," she said firmly. "It's May, sweetheart."

Something in Jason's chest constricted at the casual endearment. No one called him sweetheart. Not like that—not with that genuine warmth.

"May," he echoed, the name feeling strange on his tongue.

Her smile widened. "Perfect. Now come in before the food gets cold."

The inside of the Parker home was a patchwork of mismatched furniture and framed photographs. It wasn't fancy or pristine—it was well-used and comfortable in a way that made something ache in Jason's chest. As they moved toward the kitchen, the scent of garlic and tomatoes grew stronger.

"I hope you like lasagna," May said over her shoulder. "It's Ben's old recipe, and Peter swears by it."

"It's the best lasagna in Queens," Peter confirmed, his hand finding the small of Jason's back as they followed May. The casual touch anchored Jason, reminding him that he wasn't alone in this unfamiliar territory.

"You don't have to go through all this trouble," Jason said, watching as May busied herself with pulling a steaming dish from the oven. "We could have just—"

"Nonsense," May interrupted, setting the lasagna on a trivet. "I've been waiting months to meet you. You think I wouldn't cook?"

The kitchen was small but efficient, with hanging plants in the window and a collection of mugs that looked like they'd been accumulated over decades. May gestured for them to sit at the kitchen table while she gathered plates.

"Peter tells me you're quite the reader," she said, setting down mismatched plates that somehow looked like they belonged together.

Jason shot Peter a look. "He mentioned that?"

Peter shrugged, a small smile playing at his lips. "Might have come up."

"I have a few boxes of Ben's old books in the attic," May continued, serving generous portions of lasagna onto each plate. "First editions of some detective novels he loved. I've been meaning to find a good home for them."

Jason blinked, thrown by the casual offer. "I—"

"You don't have to take them all," she added, misinterpreting his hesitation. "Just thought you might appreciate them more than they'd appreciate collecting dust up there."

"I would," Jason said, surprised by the softness in his own voice. "Thank you."

May waved a hand dismissively, but her smile was warm as she finally sat down with them. "So, Jason. Tell me about yourself that Peter hasn't already gushed about."

The meal passed in a blur of easy conversation. May asked questions without prying, laughed freely, and treated Jason not like a stranger or even a guest, but like someone who belonged at her table. She refilled his plate without asking, pushed a glass of water closer when she noticed his was empty, and listened to his opinions on literature with genuine interest.

By the time they moved to the living room for coffee, something in Jason had begun to unwind. The tight knot of anxiety that had lived in his chest since Peter first suggested this dinner had loosened, replaced by a warmth he couldn't quite name.

May disappeared briefly and returned with a photo album, settling beside Jason on the couch.

"Now, I promised Peter I wouldn't embarrass him too much," she said, opening the album. "But I think you'll appreciate these."

Peter groaned from his armchair. "May, come on."

"Hush," she said fondly. "Jason deserves to see what he's getting into."

The album was filled with snapshots of Peter's life—gap-toothed elementary school photos, awkward middle school science fairs, high school graduation. Each picture came with a story that May told with obvious pride, her voice softening whenever she mentioned Ben.

When she reached a photo of Peter as a toddler, fast asleep on what must have been Ben's chest, Jason felt a lump form in his throat.

"He's always been like this," May said softly. "Heart bigger than his head, falling asleep anywhere he feels safe." Her eyes flickered briefly to Jason, knowing and gentle. "He gets that from Ben."

Jason swallowed hard, unable to look away from the photograph. Something about the simple intimacy of it made his chest ache. This was what family looked like—not the cold formality of Wayne Manor, not the desperate survival of his childhood, but this. Warm. Safe. Unconditional.

"You know," May said, her voice quieter now, just for Jason, "I've never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you."

Jason's head snapped up, eyes finding hers. There was no judgment there, no suspicion or evaluation. Just a simple, honest observation.

"He loves you," she continued, patting Jason's hand. "And that makes you family as far as I'm concerned."

The word family hit Jason like a physical blow. It was a concept he'd long associated with obligation, with disappointment, with conditions he could never quite meet. But the way May said it—like it was the most natural thing in the world, like Jason belonged without having to prove anything—made something tight and painful unravel in his chest.

"I love him too," Jason admitted, the words coming easier than he expected.

May's smile widened. "I know, sweetheart. I can see it."

Later, after helping May clear the dishes despite her protests, after accepting a container of leftover lasagna and a bag of Ben's books, after promising to come back soon, Jason stood on the porch with Peter.

"Told you she'd love you," Peter said, bumping their shoulders together.

Jason nodded, unable to find the right words for the emotion lodged in his throat. May had hugged him goodbye like she'd known him for years, had pressed an extra container of cookies into his hands "for the road," had invited him back next week with such genuine enthusiasm that he couldn't doubt her sincerity.

"She's..." Jason trailed off, searching for the right way to express what he was feeling.

Peter's hand found his, fingers intertwining. "Yeah," he agreed, understanding what Jason couldn't say. "She is."

As they walked back to the car, the weight of the books in one arm and Peter's hand warm in his, Jason realized with sudden clarity what had unraveled in his chest. It wasn't just anxiety or tension—it was the wall he'd built around the possibility of belonging somewhere, of being welcomed not despite who he was, but because of it.

May Parker had looked at him, scars and rough edges and all, and seen family.

And for the first time in longer than he could remember, Jason had believed it.

[bluemadnessstuff]

Papa makarov and adopted child (chapter 4)

Training time :) totally innocent and wholesome (jk minor warning for violence)

Chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 5

The training program was finally set on, makarov ordered only him and Andrei train them until they are old enough to be around the other soldiers. Though it was just makarov fearing their safety and their lack of social skills. He had the kid apologize to the soldiers and Andrei for all the injuries, Andrei definitely was still a bit bitter about it but it was a child at the end of the day.

The first couple weeks, they trained at home. It was mostly just basic exercises to get them used to it and build their body. It definitely had a positive effect on them, they were more enthusiastic, energetic, and ate more. They were getting better. And oh once he taught them to walk silently, they tormented him with it. Jumping at him left and right, sometimes he felt them coming, but lile the good (not so much) parent he is, he pretended to be scared.

They were somehow getting more excited about getting to train in the konni base, "I'll learn new tricks, I'll be stronger, I'll be just like you papa!" They'd whine, trying to coax him into taking them there sooner. They shouldn't look up to him, shouldn't strive to be like him, but they do. And it's his job to make sure they do.

During those training weeks, he thought of some ways to get them unattached to him, get them used to the other soldiers. But again, he was still scared for them, like a overprotective parent sending their kid off to their first day at school. Eventually he settled on two techniques to help them out. He'd bring them with him, but keep them next to him at all times. It was more like a "bring your kids to work" time, there he'd try to get them to atleast say their name or something. The second was a bell attached to a clip in their hair, to ease his mind on their whereabouts if they got lost. Or incase of any rough handling from the soldiers.

And so he did, the first day he took them, they were latched onto him wherever he went. They barely took more than 2 steps away from him if not to the bathroom. There was some improvement by the second day, a high rank asked their name, and they replied! By the third, they answered some questions about their papa, and some things they liked, why there was a bell in their hair. Eventually they wandered a bit without him, exploring a few corridors and rooms of the base.

Today marked an important step, training with someone other than makarov. Over the past few weeks they've been on the base, makarov had them one-to-one combat training. The basics are down, and he wanted to check where they are now by a test. So having that test with someone else would be killing two birds with one stone. And noone he trusts more with them than, Andrei. Sure things between the two are...not the friendliest, the kid's stills scared of him. But its about safety, not love.

"Alright, Andrei's just going to be testing you, kid. He's not gonna hurt you." He held them by the shoulder in an attempt to calm them down, they were still hesitant and scared. "No!! Why can't I just- why don't you test me?!" They shook their head and whined, clearly still scared of Andrei. He sighed reaching into his pocket for a not-so-conventional solution. A small switchblade. "Here. If he gets too rough, if someone tries to hurt you while I'm away, pull it out. Use it only in necessity. Okay?" They stared at it in their hands, they looked up and nodded. "O...okay, papa. I promise." "Good...I'll be back soon. Love you." He kissed their head and got off his knees, holding their hand as they walked out his office and into the training room.

Andrei and and a couple other soldiers were already there sparing with each other, once Andrei noticed makarov he sighed heavily and walked to an empty mat.

"Come on, I won't bite your arm off." He signaled over to the kid, makarov gave him a reassuring glance before he left. From the first few punches and dodges, Andrei can tell there wasn't much effort being put into their training, it wasn't moving as fast as it should be. Makarov was going soft on the kid. With one more sloppy attack, he's had enough. He grabbed their arm and twisted it behind their back. "He's going soft on you, if he keeps it up, you won't be strong. That's what you want right?" The kid yelped in pain, his grip only tightened further. They squirmed in a flimsy attempt to pull away, panic rising in their chest. "Get away from me, it hurts-" he let go and shoves them to the ground instead, pressing his boot lightly into their chest.

"You. Are. Weak." As he spoke, their vision blurred with tears, and in a final act of desperation, they got out the switchblade and quickly jabbed it into his leg. He let go and shouted in pain, other soldiers quickly rushed to help him up. The kid just ran away, shoving every soldier out of their way to find their dad again.

[sethsclearwater]

can I request a blurb of jared being protective of his imprint, which happens to be sam's younger sister? 🥺

"sit still would you? your brother is gonna kill me if something happens to you," jared asked sternly as he pulled your clumsy figure down into his lap, both of you immediately bursting into a fit of laughter at how ridiculous he was being with you.

you rolled your eyes, curling into his chest as you two settled down at the house party you had insisted you and him go to, "you're way too much of a lightweight for this kinda stuff babe," he explained, letting out a soft laugh when you nodded and giggled, reaching up to cup his face in your hands so you could get a better look at him.

"so pretty," you murmured, giggling as you pulled him down for a soft kiss which he gladly returned, his arms tightening around your drunken figure as you two melted into each other's embrace.

when he allowed you to pull away for a moment to catch your breath, he quickly noticed another one of the guys you had been talking to earlier in the night approaching the two of you with two red solo cups in his hand.

"y/n," he smiled as he sat down on the couch next to the two of you, "thought you might want something to drink," he explained, reaching his hand out to offer you the cup.

you anxiously looked up at jared, already having let him know earlier in the night that the guy was making you uncomfortable. "she's not drinking anything else tonight," jared explained, tightening his grip on you as you curled further into his chest.

the guy rolled his eyes, "seriously? you're gonna let your boyfriend tell you what you can and can't do? i thought you were better than that, guess not though," he mused as he got up, taking a sip from one of the cups as he waited for your response.

you didn't know what to say, your emotions way more heightened than usual due to your inebriated state. fortunately for you, jared seemed to have a pretty good idea of what to do. he gently lifted you off his lap to set you down on the couch, "you stay here, okay? i'll be right back," he cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before he was getting up and roughly grabbing the guy by the back of the neck and dragging him outside.

it couldn't of been more than 3 minutes before jared was coming back inside, wiping his bloody knuckles off on his jeans before he spotted your figure, immediately offering you a soft smile as he came to crouch down in front of you, "hey babe," he murmured, gently taking your hands into his so he could give them a soft squeeze, "why don't we go home, yea? you're lookin' pretty tired," he asked, smiling when you nodded, a pout still adorning your features that had jared laughing softly.

"c'mere," he murmured, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck so he could carry you out to the car, "no more house parties for you, yea?" he asked teasingly, laughing when you let out a soft whine.

once the two of you got outside, he was quick to get you into the passenger seat of his car, helping buckle you in before coming around to the driver's side, "you can go to sleep babe, i'll bring you in when we get home," he reassured, smiling when you nodded, quickly interlacing your fingers with his free hand before resting your head against the car window and closing your eyes.