#I'm going to finish it and just tag. like.

[ditzybeee]

❥・Jason Todd — late nights

❥・tags: jason todd blurb, jason todd fluff, a man who yearns is a man who earns, gn!nicknames (angel), gn!reader, no use of y/n, jasons kinda ooc but idc this is self indulgent

❥・word count: 585

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Jason's calling.

"Hello?"

"Hey, angel. Did I wake you?"

His voice—all too familiar—was different. Thick and husky words drooled from his throat as he spoke, an exclusive trait he only picks up this late at night.

"Yeah, kind of," you huff a short laugh.

"Are you okay? It's 3 am," you mumble, pulling the phone from your face to see the time.

"Fine. I finished patrol. Didn't want to go home. I just needed to hear your voice," he replies, revving his bike.

"Are you driving somewhere?" You blink at your dark ceiling, trying to stay awake.

"Just... anywhere."

"Why not go home? You don't want to, but why?"

"You're full of questions."

You shift to sit up in your bed. "You're not full of answers."

Jason sighs into the mic—at least, that's what you can assume over the loud wind and the engine rumbling.

"I didn't want to go back to the mansion, or an empty apartment. I don't- I don't want to be alone tonight."

Maybe it was the way his voice was gruff and low, maybe it was the fact you were still drunk off sleep, but for some odd reason, your response came all too quickly.

"Come over."

Years of pining and awkward "will they? won't they?" tension led to your stupid offer. And he said yes.

Once he arrives, he's here. In front of you, crowding in your door frame. And you?

You don't know what to do.

You resorted to the couch—a neutral area to maybe sleepily confess your feelings to your best friend.

"I'm sorry for waking you. I- we can just sit here. Or you can go back to bed. I just need to know you're in the same area. Same apartment as me. Proximity," he mumbles quietly, watching your tired face.

"No sir. You called me, you're dealing with waking me up," you press a finger to his mouth with a short laugh.

"You always pick up," he smiles, pushing your hand away.

"It's fine. I'm up most nights anyway."

"Why?" He furrows his brows, recalling the number of times he's called you in the past few months—it's a lot.

"Because I know you'll call. And when you don't, you always text me when you're done with patrol anyway," you blink.

"You... you wait up for me?"

"You're the one who gave me this habit. What kind of person texts their best friend that they're home safe from an activity the best friend didn't participate in?"

"You're blaming me, now?" Jason huffs a laugh.

You nod, a tired smile on your face.

"Angel, go to bed. I'm tired too. I'll be outta your hair in the morning, yeah? Promise," he mumbles, frowning at how exhausted you look.

You nod and stumble off to bed. He follows close behind—to ensure you don't collapse in the 30 feet walk from your living room to your bedroom.

You hop onto the bed and mumble nonsense at him and he responds back.

"You don't have to stay up for me. I'll stop calling you so late, angel."

"No, I like the calls. Nice to know you're alive."

"I'm alive," he mumbles.

He presses a soft kiss to your temple—and you swear he said "I love you"—before you drifted off to sleep.

He crashed on the couch and was gone by the morning.

Jason left fully written love letters throughout the years of your friendship on your nightstand before leaving, though. Yes, multiple.

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❥・a/n: im not 100% back but im getting back into reading novels and im reading like ten comic runs rn but life is alr :3 fall semester is starting soon so ill be posting even less but ill ofc interact w yall if you reblog or comment <3

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[futureheartstour]

Even the Waves Knew II

Pairing: collegemom!Sophia x G!p reader implied; reader is also gender neutral

Summary: After Sophia shared the big news with you, you decided it was time to step up and be there for her as much as possible while she is pregnant.

Tags: Fluff, established relationship

Word count: 5.9k

First part here

It's been two months since Sophia shared the news with you and four months into the pregnancy. It was towards the end of the girls' winter break when Sophia announced her pregnancy to her parents and yours. Both families were ecstatic about the news, already planning the baby shower, including the name and taking bets on whether it would be a boy or a girl.

Sophia's family didn't mind the announcement because they knew you'd work hard to provide Sophia and your future kid the best. You have a degree, a full-time job, are financially responsible, and treat their daughter amazingly. They know Sophia is in good hands with you.

After winter break ended, you discussed with your company the possibility of transferring you to the SoCal office while Sophia finishes school and gives birth. Your company had no issues with the request. There was plenty of field and office work for you to do in SoCal.

Here you are, in the car with Sophia, the car packed to the brim with your belongings, outside of her apartment. You quickly got out of the vehicle and opened the door for Sophia, offering your hand.

"You know, I'm not that pregnant yet." Sophia said, with a bright smile, taking your hand, "But thank you, baby."

"God forbid I treat my woman nicely." You let out a small laugh, "Now, go upstairs while I bring in my stuff."

"I can help with that-"

"No." You interrupt Sophia, "You can go relax. You aren't lifting heavy stuff up the stairs. Plus, I'm making Megan help me."

Right as you said those words, Megan pulls up to the parking lot area, music blasting through her closed windows, vibrating the complex.

"How is that girl not deaf yet?" You mutter, "Okay, baby. Go upstairs, please."

"Hm, but don't say I never offered you any help." She rolled her eyes playfully, then walked upstairs to the apartment.

As Megan exited her vehicle, you immediately gave her three different bags to carry upstairs. Megan let out a grunt, almost dropping your belongings.

"Jesus, what do you have in here, rocks?" Megan groans, giving you a glance.

"Well, yes. Just carry them upstairs, and I'll buy you food this weekend."

Those words made Megan stand up straight and carry an extra bag for you upstairs. Free food is enough to make Megan keep going without any questions asked.

You gathered the rest of your belongings and made your way upstairs to Sophia's apartment. You walked in, kicking off your shoes, and immediately dropping your bags on the floor by Sophia's bedroom.

"You're going to be an awful upstairs neighbor if you keep dropping your bags like that," Sophia yells from the kitchen, coming out to give you a stare.

"Sorry, I'm just so excited to be living with my girlfriend." You give her a smile, shrugging your shoulders slightly.

"Gross, I don't want to be here for this." Megan jokingly gags and walks into the kitchen.

"You were literally falling apart when Sophia was being distant with me." You jabbed.

"Lalalala, I can't hear you, too busy raiding your cabinets."

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Six months into the pregnancy and two months living with Sophia, things are going well. Sophia's stomach is slightly showing. You've been at her service when needed. Giving her massages when she's stressed from school, helping her with homework, cooking meals, and lots of bubble baths.

She tells you it's okay and that you don't have to constantly help her, especially when you have a lot on your plate from work.

"It's okay, mahal." You intertwine Sophia's fingers with yours while you both relax on the couch. "Plus, I want to do this." Placing a kiss on her knuckles, murmuring that you love her.

The next morning, thankfully a Saturday, you two had a visit to Sophia’s monthly check-up. You both sat in the chilly waiting room, fingers intertwined. Sophia’s knee is bouncing nervously, so you gave her hand a tight squeeze.

“It’ll be okay, mahal. You and the bebe are healthy.” You whispered, giving her a soft look.

“Miss Laforteza?” The nurse calls out, scanning the room. You both stand up, trailing behind Sophia into the room with the nurse. Sophia sat on the cold bed, allowing the nurse to take her vitals.

“Vitals seem to be good, miss!” The nurse states, removing the blood pressure monitor. “The doctor will be here soon to conduct the ultrasound.”

As she was leaving, we both thanked the nurse and waited patiently for the doctor to arrive.

“You’re doing so good, babe.” You hold her hand, “You’re so strong.”

Sophia let out a chuckle, shaking her head, “You’re so…I don’t know, but I love you.”

The doctor walks into the room, greeting us with a warm smile, “Good morning, Sophia. And to you, too, Y/n.”

“Have there been any issues you’ve encountered since our last check-up?” The doctor asked, motioning Sophia to lie down on the bed.

“No, everything is okay so far.”

“That’s good to hear.” The doctor sanitizes her hands and puts on a fresh pair of gloves. “I heard you two are keeping the gender a surprise?”

“Yes.” You reply, “We gave the results to our two friends, Manon and Lara.”

“Are you two doing a gender reveal party soon?” The doctor asked, lifting Sophia’s shirt and applying cool gel to her skin.

Sophia winced at the coolness touching her bare skin, “Yeah, we’re doing the gender reveal and baby shower together.”

"Sounds so much!" The doctor places the probe on Sophia's stomach. "Both families are coming over?"

"Yes," You responded, "We may stay in San Diego for a year or so, then move back up once the baby is good to go."

"Moving back up will be a pain with all of our stuff, though." Sophia groans, "But maybe we'll ask our parents for help."

"Well, I hope it'll be a breeze for you two." The doctor responds, finishing up the ultrasound. "It looks like your baby is in good shape!" The doctor helped Sophia clean up, pulling her shirt down.

"If you have any questions, do not be afraid to contact me." The doctor removed her gloves, putting them into the trash before exiting the room.

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The seventh month of pregnancy was hectic to say the least. Sophia is stressed planning the gender reveal and baby shower. She's browsing through Pinterest boards, selecting and choosing the theme she wants, and calling around local bakeries for the cake and party rentals, too.

"Anak (child)," Carla puts her hand on her daughter's shoulder, grabbing her attention. "Enough, you're stressing yourself out. Mama Y/l/n and I will plan it all out."

"Yeah, mahal. I'll help out our moms." You sat down next to Sophia on the couch, taking her iPad away.

"Ugh," Sophia groans, curling up next to the pillow, "I'm sorry, guys. I just want to be perfect."

"I know, baby, but the parents will get it done. No worries." Godfrey responded, "Focus on your assignments instead."

Both sets of parents were in town, planning the party for their grandbaby. The apartment was run like a military camp; chores needed to be done by you, Manon, and Yoonchae. Yes, they weren't exactly free from your parents' demands. Decorations were bought, a cake order was placed, and a location was set. Everything was coming together: the parents had decided on the menu, and drinks had been purchased.

The party is located at a nearby park. The girls were helping out by setting up and transferring everything from Sophia's apartment to the park. Your mom and Carla set up a buffet consisting of pancit, rice, lumpia, kare-kare, carne asada, tacos, lechon, and hot dogs. The dessert consists of leche flan, pandesal, the cake, and ube cookies.

"This looks delicious," Megan said, salivating over the food. "Thank you for making all of this!"

"Yeah!" All the girls thanked both moms, eyes stuck on the food.

"Of course, mijas. We had to go all out for our grandbaby!" Your mom smiled at the girls, "Take a sample before the guests show up." The girls eagerly took a piece of dessert, stuffing their mouths.

"How come they can take food, but I can't?" You frowned, giving the girls a glare.

"Because they didn't give me headaches while they grew up." Your mom jokes, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

"The favoritism is crazy." You muttered.

"Tough luck, Y/n." Daniela smirks, "Gracias, ama!" Daniela thanked your mom before helping Carla set up the canopies.

A few hours have passed, and the area is filled with your close friends and family. Everyone is having fun, dancing, singing, eating, and taking photos with the soon-to-be parents. As the sun was setting, Lara and Manon walked in front of the guests, clearing their throats to grab their attention.

"Hello, welcome everyone. We wanted to say a quick thank you for showing up for the soon-to-be parents!" Lara announced, pointing at you and Sophia. "We want to give a little speech before announcing the gender of the baby!"

"I can't believe you two are having a baby." Manon looked at both of you with a huge smile. "This baby is going to grow up spoiled with five aunties! I'm so happy for both of you, and I can't wait to meet you, little baby."

"I can't wait to make this baby into a menace that will keep you two up!" Lara said with a smirk, "Only a joke...Not really. Can't believe you're both growing up. You will be amazing parents. Alright, let's find out the gender!"

Everyone laughed and clapped at the girls' speech, cheering. All five girls lined up in front of everyone, with you and Sophia slightly in front. Each of you was holding a confetti cannon filled with either pink or blue confetti.

"On go, we'll pull the plug to announce the gender!" Yoonchae exclaimed, "Everyone, record and take pictures."

"3" The crowd counted down, waiting impatiently.

"2"

"1"

"Go!" and you and the girls went, pulling the plug. Pink confetti is covering the air. You drop the canon and immediately go over to Sophia, pulling her into a tight hug, spinning her around.

"Mahal, we're having a baby girl!" You exclaimed, tears of happiness forming in your eyes.

"I know, baby!" At this point, Sophia is bawling her eyes out. "I can't wait to be a parent with you." She pulls you into a sloppy kiss, tears staining your face.

You pull away, staring at Sophia with a soft smile, "You and the baby are the best thing that has ever happened to me." You whispered, pulling her into a passionate kiss.

Both parents and the girls took turns congratulating you both and pulling you into hugs. Everyone is excited, rubbing Sophia's stomach, and taking some last photos before heading out.

The night ended well; the girls and the parents had a sleepover at the apartment, crammed on the floor of the living room, while the parents and soon-to-be parents took the rooms. Everyone falls asleep, buzzed off happiness and a full stomach, while the ocean waves crash softly against the shore.

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It was the end of the semester, and Sophia was drowning in assignments, final exams, graduation, and her growing belly. The graduation is soon, and the baby will follow right after, roughly a month and a half later. Both sets of parents decided to stay in SoCal, deciding it's best to help out the new soon-to-be parents.

“Graduation is soon, mija. Next week?” Your mom sits down next to Sophia at the dinner table, where she is turning in her last few assignments of her undergraduate career.

Sophia sighed, running a hand through her hair and closing her laptop. “Yes, I’m really excited, but stressed.”

“We’re proud of you. Let us know if you need anything.” Your mom said, rubbing Sophia’s back before she leaves the kitchen. You walked into the dining area, passing by your mom, and sat next to Sophia.

“Your mom is really nice and caring.” Sophia leans onto your shoulder, shutting her eyes.

“Yeah? She loves you more than me, it seems like.” You wrap an arm around her shoulder and place your free hand on her lap. “You’re her perfect daughter.”

Sophia laughs, opening her eyes with sparkles in them. “Please, that’s a lie.”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged. “She gives you all the best leftovers, lets you do anything you want, caters to your needs…”

“As she should, I’m carrying her granddaughter.” Sophia joked, putting her hands on her full stomach, small circles being traced.

“C’mon, baby. Let’s go rest for a while and so I can read to our baby girl.” You say, putting a hand on Sophia’s stomach. “You would love that, huh anak (child)?”

“God, she’s going to turn out to be a science nerd because all you do is read her science literature.” Sophia laughs, pushing your hand away jokingly.

“Hey, it’s never too early to let our baby become a STEM girly.” You giggled, standing up and taking Sophia’s hand, leading her to your guys' bedroom.

The rest of the evening was spent reading to your child different science literature, ranging from biology, chemistry, and earth science, while your girlfriend slowly fell asleep to the sound of your voice.

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It was the day of graduation, and Sophia was in her room getting ready for her big day. She was styling her hair into loose curls, adding small gold hoops, and wearing a knee-length white dress. You walked into the room to check on Sophia.

"Wow..." You trailed off, eyes filled with love and admiration.

"What? Do I look ugly? Is something wrong?" Sophia questioned, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

"No, you just look so beautiful." You pressed against the back of Sophia, wrapping your arms around her waist. "So beautiful..." You murmured, leaving soft kisses on her neck.

Sophia rolled her eyes, turning to face you. "This isn't the time to be horny, Y/n. Put it away."

"Sorry for admiring my beautiful, smart, talented girlfriend." You gave her a lopsided smirk, pulling her into a soft kiss.

Sophia removed herself from your hold, shaking her head as she continued to get ready. "You're so stupid, pero mahal kita (but I love you). Now leave so I can finish getting ready."

"So bossy, but I love you too." You replied, then left the shared bedroom and closed the door behind you. "She kicked me out."

"No, I didn't, liar!" Sophia yelled through the door.

At graduation hour, you, the girls, and both parents sat on the bleachers at the stadium. The sun hung warmly in a cloudless sky over the sprawling university lawn. Rows of white chairs stretched toward the stage, each one filled with students dressed in black gowns, stoles in blue and gold, and caps balanced carefully on their heads. The air buzzed with excitement, nerves, and the occasional burst of laughter or proud shout from family members waving from the audience.

Sophia sat in the third row, her hands folded over her lap, gripping the edge of her program. She exhaled slowly, looking out across the sea of faces—some familiar, others not—but all sharing this moment of transformation.

Her name was called. A wave of adrenaline surged through her as she stood, heels clicking softly on the platform as she walked towards the dean. The applause from the crowd was cut through by her loved ones with loud cheers, especially from Megan, "YEAH, SOPHIA! THAT'S MY BESTIE!!" Everyone was holding a fan with Sophia's face on it, waving it around in the air.

The dean extended his hand, and Sophia shook it with a firm grip, and her diploma was pressed into her free palm. The photographer took the photo, and Sophia proceeded to walk back to her seat. The past four years of studying, late nights, and tears finally paid off. A new chapter in her life has begun, and she couldn't wait to share it with you and the baby.

A month later, Sophia has been on edge about the birth. You made sure she had the comfiest pillows, added extra support for her back, and massaged her feet. She has been restless throughout the nights after graduation. Contractions coming and going, false alarms, and lots of discomfort for the Filipina.

It was a Wednesday afternoon when it happened. The parents were grocery shopping and running other errands while you were in back-to-back meetings, writing reports, and checking on Sophia whenever you had a chance. You were in the middle of typing a report, confirming the data tables against other sources' tables, when Sophia called your name from the bedroom.

"Y/N!"

"Yeah-?"

"I think it's happening!" Sophia cut you off. You immediately rushed into the bedroom, finding your girlfriend standing up from the bed. You take hold of her hand, guiding her to the living. You picked up the baby's hospital bag and guided Sophia downstairs to your car. The baby carrier was already in the backseat, prepped for your daughter, along with the bag you have packed.

You drove to the hospital, cautiously rushing, and found the nearest parking spot to the entrance. As you got out of the vehicle, you searched for a wheelchair. There was one by the entrance, so you ran to grab it and pushed it back to your car. You helped Sophia get out of the car and into the wheelchair, rolling her to the check-in counter.

"Hi," You panted, out of breath, "My girlfriend is about to go into labor."

The receptionist called a nurse, who took the wheelchair from you. You followed the nurse into a room, anxiety through the roof, palms sweaty, and thoughts everywhere. Sophia was lying on a bed, where the nurse took her vitals. The nurse checked out the dilation and prepped Sophia with a few pillows on her back.

"I will be right back, miss." The nurse stated as she left the room.

"Oh my god, it's happening." You rushed out, "The baby is going to be here soon, oh my god."

Sophia laughed, taking hold of your hand. "Please don't pass out like those husbands. I'd really love to see you here, be present when I give birth."

You scoffed, "I am not weak like those men. I will be here for you and the baby. I'm just nervous about becoming a parent..."

"You'll be a good parent, baby." She rubbed your hand, her gaze holding yours. "We'll be amazing parents."

You nodded your head, letting out a shaky breath. "Let me call our parents to update them." You headed to the corner of the room, immediately dialing your mom.

Not even 30 minutes after the call ended, both parents were surrounding Sophia, adjusting her pillows and propping her feet.

"Ay anak, my baby." Carla held her daughter's face with care and tears brimming in her eyes."

"How are you feeling, baby?" Your mom held Sophia's hand.

"I'm okay, just really nervous," Sophia responded. "I don't know how you both did it."

"Late nights, but it was all worth it to see you grow up into the woman you are, anak." Carla rubbed her daughter's face, "Your dad and I are blessed to have you."

It was around 4 am when Sophia started to go into active labor. Nurses and doctors surrounding her, guiding her through every step. Both parents decided to let you two share this moment, waiting outside of the delivery room, pacing, and drinking mediocre coffee from the hospital's cafeteria.

You held her hand tightly, tight enough to break your own fingers. "You're doing so good, babe."

"Don't pass out on me, Y/n!" Sophia yelped, breathing in sharply through her nose and releasing it through her mouth. "Oh god, this hurts!"

"Keep pushing, miss!" The nurse encouraged Sophia, "You're almost there, so close!"

Sophia let out a grunt, gripping your hands tighter than ever, and shutting her eyes, sweat beading down her forehead. After a few more pushes, the doctor holds your baby girl in his arms. Your baby let out a cry, announcing her arrival into the world. From the height of the hospital room, you can see the sun rising from the east, casting a warm shine on the ocean. Low, calm tides.

The nurse handed Sophia your baby, handling her with skin-to-skin contact, no longer holding in her cry. "She's so beautiful. Oh my god!"

"She looks like her mama." You whisper, caressing your daughter's little head, "So beautiful."

The nurse took your daughter to clean her up and wrap her, then handed her back to Sophia. "Congratulations to you both. Please let us know anything you need while you stay." The doctor and nurses gave you two privacy and left the room. Both parents walked in quietly, awing at the sight of their first grandchild.

"What is her name?" Your dad asked quietly.

"We decided on Katherine." You replied, patting your daughter's head. "She's so perfect and beautiful."

"I'm so proud of you." Your father wrapped his arms around you, squeezing the air out of your lungs. "You'll be an amazing parent. I trust you and your decisions."

"Thank you, dad. I appreciate it."

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A few months after the pregnancy, the rest of the girls — Lara, Daniela, and Megan — were allowed to meet the baby for the first time. The girls didn't mind as they wanted your baby to be safe and vaccinated before meeting new people. Daniela was dancing for Katherine, her small eyes watching the Latina girl, giggling.

"Sí, bebe. Quieres bailar? (Yes, baby. Do you want to dance?)" Daniela picked up Katherine and danced around the living room.

"The spoiling begins, I see." Sophia joked, "She's going to want to take dance classes now, and you'll be paying for it."

"I don't mind. Anything for my favorite niece." Daniela shrugged, putting Katherine in a craddling position.

You were in the kitchen, making sinigang, watching your daughter be loved by all your friends and family. The weather has gotten cooler, so you decided it was time to bring out the soups. Sophia had a doctor's appointment for the baby this afternoon, but you told her you couldn't make it due to a serious project call that you cannot miss.

Sophia frowned, but understood you had a job to do to support the family. The girls decided to accompany the Filipina to the appointment, taking no for an answer, and piling everyone into two separate cars. Sophia's grateful to be surrounded by people who care for her and her family, allowing her to be at ease.

Once the girls left, you were in the kitchen, stirring the sinigang and taste-testing. Sour, just how Sophia likes it. The parents were all sitting around the dining table, drinking coffee, and eating pan dulce. You turned down the stove slightly, bringing the sinigang to a simmer. You took a seat in front of Sophia's parents while yours were right next to you.

You took a deep breath and maintained eye contact with her parents. "Po, I would like to thank you for helping me and Sophia while we adjust to becoming parents." You reached out to hold Carla's hand.

"Oh, anak. It's nothing. We love you and Sophia. I see you as my own child." Carla shook her head, giving you an easy smile.

"You basically grew up with us, Y/n. It would be hard to dismiss you." Godfrey chuckled, taking a sip of his hot coffee.

"Thank you so much, po." You gulped, hands starting to get clammy, "That's why I wanted to ask if I could I could marry your daughter, po." Your hands reached into your jacket pocket, pulling out a small, suede square box. You opened the box to reveal a small silver ring. The band is smooth and shiny with a bright silver finish. In the middle lay a single diamond, shaped like an oval.

Godfrey grinned over his coffee mug, gesturing for you to stand up and walk over to him. Once you were in front of him, he drew you into a warm embrace. "Of course, anak. There's no other person I would trust Sophia to be with."

"You are so smart, Y/n. You're financially stable, you've helped our daughter become the woman she is, and you are doing amazing as a parent." Carla's smile widens as she speaks, the kind only a mother gives when she knows her daughter is in good hands.

You exhale in relief, grateful her parents gave their blessing. You slipped into the bedroom, tucking it into one of your shoes- someplace she'd never think to look. Back in the kitchen, the sinigang was done simmering. You gave it one final taste, the perfect balance of sour and savory. Satisfied, you began plating scoops of steamed rice into the bowls, then ladling the hot sinigang over the top.

One by one, you set the bowls down, steam curling up into the air. Sophia walked into the apartment just in time for dinner. You met her with a smile, taking Katherine from her arms and motioning Sophia to eat.

"You guys can start eating. I will feed Katherine." You prepared one of Katherine's bottles, warming up the breast milk Sophia has produced. Once that was ready, you sat down at the dining table, feeding your little girl. The rest of the evening was spent having dinner as a family, gathering around the living room, playing with Katherine, and preparing for bed.

Two weeks later, you suggested a picnic date at the beach to Sophia, insisting she relax for one night without the baby. At first, she was reluctant, scared to be away from Katherine, but you assured her everything would be okay. Of course, you've told the girls about the engagement plan. Lara even suggested that Sophia get their nails done together, so she could feel cute for a date she hadn't been on in a while. The other girls tagged along, helping Sophia plan out a cute outfit.

Later that evening, before the sun set, you gathered all of the food you had made: Italian sandwiches, cold drinks, fruits, and ube cookies that Carla helped bake. You packed up the basket and picked up the beach blanket from the closest.

Sophia wore a cute, floral, knee-length dress, with her nails painted a pastel pink color. She carried her jacket in one hand and her bag in the other.

"Ready, babe?" She called out from the living room. You were in the bedroom, picking up the small square box from your shoes and placing it inside your jacket pocket. Back into the living room, you met Sophia with a warm smile.

"Of course, let's get this date started."

You picked up all the necessary things and headed out the door with Sophia. The convenient location of the beach made it easy for the two of you to walk down to the beach. It was a short 10-minute walk, and both of you took off your shoes, sand burying your toes. You set the blanket down, not too far from the ocean and not too close to the sidewalk. The basket was unpacked, and the food was laid out in front of you both.

"This is so relaxing." Sophia let out a small sigh, looking out into the ocean as waves crashed calmly against the shore. The sky was painted in an orange-pink hue, the sunlight casting above the ocean horizon.

"You deserve to have a relaxing night." You placed a kiss against her cheek, offering her a sandwich and a sparkling water. The evening was primarily silent, with small conversations about life, and the sound of nature filling the air.

"I am so in love with you. You know that, Fia?" You stated, while your gaze was fixed on the sunset above the horizon. "I am so lucky to have you and Katherine."

Sophia looked at your side profile, admiring the outline of your face. She knows that you are in love with her. You've been nothing but patient with her throughout her growing-up years. You were there throughout high school, supporting her with assignments, going to her concerts, and being there whenever she needed a break from the world. You are her safe space. Someone she could let herself be free with. Someone who gives her warmth. Someone who makes her feel giddy, even after all these years. Sophia didn't say anything; she didn't need to. You knew as well.

"I will do anything to protect you and Katherine." You continued, your gaze now focusing on Sophia. "I will give you everything. I want to be the best for you two."

"I want you to never feel like you have no one. I want you and Katherine to feel safe with me. I want to be your provider, Fia." You held her hand, slightly trembling.

"That's why..." you trailed off, facing your entire body towards Sophia, "I want to be your forever. God, because I am such a fool for you." You laughed, and Sophia's eyes filled with adoration, now teary-eyed.

"So, will you please marry me, Sophia?" You reached into your jacket pocket, pulling out the same small box, revealing the diamond ring. Sophia gasped, a hand covering her mouth and tears streaming down her face.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Sophia Laforteza, so please do me the honor of saying yes."

All Sophia could do was nod her head enthusiastically and wrap her arms around you and hold you close. Tears staining your shirt, but you didn't mind. You never mind when it came to her.

"Yes!" She exclaimed, pulling away, sniffing. "God, yes. I want to be yours forever, mahal."

You placed the ring on her left ring hand, passing her a tissue to wipe her tears. Without hesitation, she pulls you into a kiss that leaves no room for doubt. And with every wave that met the shore, the world whispered its blessings over their new beginning.

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It's been a year since the engagement. A year of planning, of learning, of watching Katherine grow up. The year has been hectic, to say the least. You and Sophia were searching everywhere for an affordable venue, a bakery for the cake, and sending out cute invitations. Within the year, Katherine has taken her first steps, crawling, and babbling words like mama/baba, tita, tito.

Now the big day is here. A venue looking over the ocean, the stretch of California's coastline just miles away. The ceremony space sits atop a cliff, capturing the diverse terrains of California. Gentle waves roll in, their rhythm a soothing backdrop as the ocean sparkles under the afternoon sun.

Rows of white chairs line the aisle, covered with cream-colored flowers, a hint of soft pink tint. A simple white arch covered in the same flowers sits at the end of the aisle.

Guests sip on their drinks as the trees nearby sway overhead, and the sky begins to shift from gold to an orange-pink hue, with cirrostratus clouds patching the sky.

The officiant gathers the crowd's attention by speaking into the microphone. You stand in front of the arch, nervously bouncing from your heels to toes. Everyone takes a seat, settling down with their drinks in their hand.

One by one, the bridesmaids and the groomsmen walk in, arms linked. Then the ring bearer and the flower girl, who happens to be your younger cousin, and Katherine, being held by your mom, with a basket of loose petals.

The officiant asks everyone to stand for the bride, and the DJ starts playing "Give Me Your Forever" By Zack Tabudlo. As Sophia appears at the other end, your breath hitches. Mesmerized by your soon-to-be wife's appearance, your eyes filled with tears, overwhelmed by love and joy. She walks down the aisle with elegance, and you start to wonder how you were so lucky to have her. As she reached down the aisle, both eyes glossy, the guest retook their seats.

"Welcome, everyone. Today, we've come together to celebrate one of life's greatest moments, the union of Sophia and Y/n in marriage." The officiant starts off, "Marriage is more than a legal bond. It's a promise that these two will make together. Now, please, you may say your vows."

"Sophia, I remember the first day that I met you." You held your gaze on your fiancée. "You moved into my neighborhood when you were only 11. I thought you were so cool and pretty."

"I remember after seeing you move in, I immediately ran into the house calling out for my mom." You sniffled, holding her hands in yours. "She thought I was dying or something, but nope. I wanted to tell her about the beautiful girl I just saw."

The crowd laughed.

"Then, as we got older, I realized my true feelings for you. Those late-night conversations, the glances I would steal whenever you were getting ready in my bedroom, the quiet nights we shared." You continued, eyes watering once again. "I knew from the beginning that I wanted to be with you. Always by your side, Fia. I'm so proud of everything you've accomplished. You're such an amazing woman and daughter, and I love you so much."

Sophia's eyes matched yours, glossy, as she wiped away her tears with her knuckle. "I love you too, Y/n. You've always been there for me, even when I was being a pain. But you showed up again and again, no matter what."

"You show me what it is to feel safe, know how someone can be home, and treat me the way I deserve, even though sometimes I am not enough for you." She let out a broken laugh, attempting to conceal her tears. "I'm so grateful to be yours, forever. I'm so grateful for our little family. You mean the world to me, Y/n."

"Beautiful," The officiant smiled, "Sophia, do you take Y/n to be your lawfully wedded spouse? Will you love, honor, and cherish them, in joy and in challenge, for all the days of your life?"

Sophia nodded her head energetically, words coming out like certainty. "I do."

"Y/n, do you take Sophia to be your lawfully wedded wife? Will you love, honor, and cherish them, in joy and in challenge, for all the days of your life?"

"Of course, I do." You responded, chewing the inside of your cheek out of excitement.

"May these rings be a reminder of the circle of love-endless, strong, and bright as the ocean around us." The officiant nodded, "Y/n, place the ring on Sophia's finger."

You clumsily grabbed the ring, placing it on Sophia's ring finger, letting out a shaky breath.

"Sophia, place the ring on Y/n's finger."

Sophia grabbed the ring and placed it on your ring finger, allowing her touch to linger a bit longer.

"By the power vested in me by the State of California, and by the love you've shown here today, I now pronounce you married. You may seal your vows with a kiss."

You both leaned in, passionately kissing one another in a tight, warm embrace. You melted into Sophia's kiss. This one feels different than the other thousands of kisses given. It feels like certainty, completeness, and unforgettability. Time halts, just for a second, but the waves miles away collided against the rocks and the shore, not out of rage, but as if they were returning home. Familiarity.

The night ended with karaoke, dancing, warm laughter, and the intense love of their guests. There has never been a moment when you feel total certainty, up until now, with Sophia in your arms, while carrying Katherine. One happy family, a new chapter ahead. All you need is your little family by your side.

a/n PART TWOOOOO. I hope you enjoyed this fluff between the reader and Sophia. I was originally only going to write the first part, but I was influenced. This one's for you @jaelvrphnz

I also had to look up what an officiant says and stuff about birth/labor because I genuinely have no idea LMAO

TYSM for all the love on the first part. I can't believe it has a little over 200 likes!! Is this how my favorite writers feel like??

Anyway, come chat with me if you'd like, either through dms or anons!!

[slushycoookie]

You Like What You See?

Ryomen Sukuna x Fem Plus-Sized! Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Content: Modern era! No curses. Sukuna is missing an eye and has a scar across his stomach. Reader has pierced nipples. Gojo, Geto, Choso, and Yuki are there. Sukuna is a little bit of a dick here, but he makes up for it. Smut. Vaginal Fingering. P in V. Minors DNI!

Summary: After dealing with unbearable heat, you decide to go to the beach and share your new micro bikini with your husband.

A/N: This one took me a while, but I'm glad with how it turned out. Please enjoy!

The anger from your husband’s eyes was not what you were expecting when you removed your cover-up, to reveal a very small bikini.

See, it's been extremely hot the past week with record-breaking temperatures that was a cause for concern. But in your eyes, you saw it as an opportunity to go to the beach. Have some fun in the sun, eat ice cream, sunbathe, build sandcastles. Or in your case, wear a micro bikini for Sukuna.

He despises the beach, so you thought this would make his day better. You were wrong.

“You…like what you see?” You spin around in a circle, making sure he got to see everything the red bikini barely covered up. Not even the 360 fixed his face.

“Why are you wearing that?”

“A bikini? We're at the beach, why wouldn’t I?”

“It’s too damn small.”

“Well,” A laugh escapes you, “That’s why it's called a micro bikini…”

Sukuna grunts, looking at you up and down. You wanted to ask what’s wrong when a wolf whistle fills your ears.

“Hey! You're looking good…” Gojo shouts from behind you, all in an open shirt and shorts, smirking and wiggling his eyebrows.

Oh yeah, you forgot to mention that your friends decided to tag along.

Originally, it was supposed to be just you and Sukuna at the beach. Alone. But you made the mistake of telling Yuki, who proceeded to tell Choso. Somehow Gojo caught wind of your plans and invited Geto too. Shoko and Utahime couldn't make it and Nanami didn't want to be out in the heat. Still, that's 4 additional people you didn't plan on. And Sukuna doesn't like surprises.

“Shut up, Satoru.” He spats, going back to his beach chair to recline.

“What? You're not gonna tell your wife she looks good?”

“More than good.” Yuki chimes in, “She looks hot! Right, Cho?”

Choso's face turns red and he’s looking at everything else except for you. “Yes, she looks great.”

“I said hot, not great.”

“Everyone shut the hell up.” Sukuna snatches a book and puts on his sunglasses. “Stop talking about it.”

Not exactly what you wanted to hear. Your husband shutting you out and not looking at you completely wasn't what you wanted either.

You were an ample woman, who never shied away from wearing certain clothing because of your size. Sukuna also never held back on telling you how he felt about you either. A huge man like himself, he worshiped you at any chance he could. So this reaction was strange.

He complained about not wanting to go to the beach, so maybe this was his reluctance kicking in.

“Sukie…” You sat on the edge of the chair. He’s watching you as you bat your eyelashes. “Are you not going to put sunscreen on me? I did you. It's only fair.” You trace your finger up his leg. His breath hitches when he moves it away.

“I’m reading. Get someone else to do it.”

Your eyes narrow, “How can you read with sunglasses on?”

“Just fine.”

You roll your eyes, beckoning Geto to come over and put sunscreen on you. If Sukuna was going to be difficult, you’re not entertaining it. You don’t miss the faint blush on Geto either when you relax in the other chair. It was cute. You made sure he was thorough, undoing the top half of your bikini to get your back.

Still, Sukuna didn’t bother to look in your direction.

Even when Geto was finished, your body oiled up and ready from the harsh sun rays. Not a peek. It was annoying.

“Wanna play some volleyball?” Gojo slides in next to you, ball under his armpit. “It’s very good for situations where you’re…pent up.”

You purse your lips, knowing that this would be a bad idea considering your current attire. But it was better than throwing a chair at your husband.

“Let's do it.”

Your legs moved on their own, following the crew to one of the nets. Heads are turning with each sway of your hips. The star chain attached to your top gently dangling under your breasts. Your nipples are pierced too so anyone who got close enough will notice the outline underneath. The gentle breeze against your skin did feel odd, as if you should cover up. You came out to look enticing, you didn’t want to shy away from doing something different.

Yuki immediately snagged you as a teammate, Choso not minding on bit as he made a comment about cheering for you two. Gojo and Geto take their positions on the other side. You decide to hang back to not get too much attention.

God, you can't remember the last time you played volleyball. You didn't think you were good at it. Imagine your surprise when you managed to hit the ball and slam it to the ground, making Gojo fall on his behind.

“Good job!” Choso cheers. A small fist raised in your honor.

“She just got lucky.” Gojo stuck his tongue out towards you.

You did the same, getting ready for another round.

With each hit, you unleashed your frustrations into the ball, increasing it's speed and power. Geto had to dodge out of the way during your last hits, causing you to quickly apologize. Before you started another round, you fixed yourself so none of your goodies would spill out.

Regret hung over you after fixing your top for the 3rd time. The stares from nearby beach goers didn't help either and you know Sukuna was probably eying you from afar.

“I'm done!” You exhale after the ball lands on your side. “Choso can switch with me.”

Yuki groans, “Just when it was getting fun…”

You switch places with Choso, standing on the side to cheer them on. At a brief glance, you see Sukuna still with that damn book. You've calmed down now though, so maybe it’s time to try again. When you walk over, he immediately cringes at the sight of you. You try not to get upset right then and there.

“What don't you like about it?” He sucks his teeth when you continue. “Is it hugging my body too much? The color? The design? Do my boobs not look good in it?”

“You’re overthinking this-”

“I can't help it if my husband is being a fucking dick.”

Shaking his head, he turns away from you, not in your line of sight. “I'm always a dick. You still married me.”

“Yes, but not about this.”

Sukuna abruptly stands, throwing his book down. “Whatever.”

He walks in the opposite direction of everyone, not once looking back at you. Frustration boils in your throat. You don't want to chase after him, you'd just be talking to a brick wall.

To ease your nerves, you get ice cream. Yuki wrapped her arm around yours when she found out what you were doing and came with you. The ice cream place wasn’t far from your spot on the beach. It would just be a quick grab and come back.

But not even the sweet taste of the frozen treat could distract you. With each lick, Sukuna’s reaction to your outfit plagued your mind. You can’t pinpoint why he was acting weird.

“You know how grumpy he can get.” Yuki says, taking bites out of her ice cream. “He gets annoyed when Gojo looks his way.”

“Yeah, but I’m not Gojo, I’m his wife.”

“Touché.”

That pink-haired man was back in his spot again. The umbrella was gone, allowing him to lounge in the sun. His well-formed chest and abs made him almost have the appearance of a god. Despite the small scar across his navel and his missing right eye. You’d jump on him if he didn’t piss you off.

“You got something on you.”

“Huh?” You look down as Yuki smears some ice cream on your chest. The cold made you jolt as the cream slowly went down the valley of your breasts. “Yuki! What was that for?”

“Nothing! I hope you don’t get all sticky! You’re already drenched with sweat.”

Sukuna cuts his eye over at you when you try to look for your towel. It was nowhere to be seen. You swore it was right next to his chair.

“Baby, have you seen my towel? I can’t find it.”

His eye lower at you, the ice cream still trailing down your chest. “No.”

“Are you sure? I thought I’d-”

“I said no, woman.”

Your eye twitched. You’ve had enough of his attitude all day and now he was getting snippy over something as simple as a beach towel.

“Oh, fuck you.”

Before you knew it, the last remaining bits of your ice cream, landed on his chiseled chest. Bits of cone and cream staining his body. You didn’t mean to do that. It was hard to explain with Gojo laughing in the background.

You took off to the water, desperate to get away from anyone. Sukuna’s shocked face stuck out in your mind and your chest clenches in regret. This was not a good day for you. All you wanted was to have fun at the beach and show off your bikini to your husband. Now, you look like a wife who didn’t care how her husband felt. Who didn’t tell him about the influx of people coming until the last minute. To a place he hated.

No wonder he didn’t like your bikini.

While splashing water on your chest, tears flew down your cheeks. You quickly swiped them away, only to get saltwater in your eyes. You squeal at the sudden stinging. You rapidly blink to get rid of the salt and your vision becomes blurry. It’s only until it gets clearer that strong arms wrap around your waist.

You didn’t jump since you recognized those wrist tattoos anywhere.

“Fuck me. You crying?”

You roll your eyes, clearing your throat. “I wasn't crying.”

“Then why are your eyes red?”

“I got seawater in them.” You blink a few more times just to be sure, “That’s all.”

“Right…”

You don’t say anything else, looking past the horizon. The water line is underneath your breasts as you admired the clear blue sky, the warm atmosphere along your skin. It contrasts against the cool water and the grainy sandy texture beneath your feet. Given all that’s happen today, the contact from Sukuna’s touch was…nice.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to throw ice cream at you.”

“Don’t apologize. I deserved it.” You hold your tongue in agreeing, but he noticed it right away, giving a smirk. “You little shit.”

“I’m not! I swear I didn’t mean it, it slipped out my hand and-ah!” He pulls you in closer, trapping you with one arm before dunking you in. Your entire form is soaked from head to toe with Sukuna cackling like an evil villain.

“I had to, baby.” Sukuna makes an attempt to get the water out of your eyes, grinning when they open back up. “There’s my girl.”

You pout, knowing you should be mad, but not having the heart to get that way. “I should get your ass back for earlier.”

“For what? Wearing this sexy swimsuit?”

“For how you reacted to it.” Suddenly, you pause, rewinding the conversation. “Wait, now you think it’s sexy?”

He gazes at you up and down, “Always thought it was.”

“Uh-huh. You usually don’t tell me like that.”

“So you don’t believe me?” You scoff. He decides to pull you in so you’re flushed against him. That’s where you feel it. The erection against his shorts. Your brows furrow, not believing it.

“How…how long have you had that?”

“All fucking day. Because of you.”

“You hated it.”

“I hated that everyone was around us. Or else I could’ve taken you right in the middle of the beach.” Sukuna’s chest rumbles when your covered, pierced nipples graze against him.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.” His hands grip your ass, kneading it under his palms. Your lashes flutter and you try your best not to give in to him completely. “You know I’d fuck that pretty cunt anywhere. It’s mine after all.”

His lips are inches away from yours, taking in each breath that escapes you. Sukuna is dead serious. “So…how are you gonna make it up to me?”

He cradles your face and slams his lips against yours. The kiss is one both of you needed. All of the released horniness and frustration poured into Sukuna tugging on your lips. Him swallowing your moans.

Sukuna's hands grope all over your thick body as if he’s been dying to touch you. His fingers gripping you in desperation. When he briefly parts, he's hungry. His eye raking over your form while biting his lip makes your thighs squeeze together.

“Do another spin for me.”

You do a slow spin, showing your husband everything that bikini had to offer. Your areolas peeking out from your top, your thong practically disappearing in your ass. The water makes the bikini stick to your skin and drives him crazier.

“Mmh I need that.” Sukuna captures your lips once more, his tongue easily slipping past your lips. You desperately attach to him and follow his lead. You could care less if he fucked you in the middle of this sea right now.

“Where do you want me?”

Your eyes roll back when Sukuna picks you up to latch on to your neck, sucking and kissing each inch of your exposed skin.

“I got a place.”

He drapes you over his shoulder, giving your fat ass a slap to make you squeal. He playfully pretends to tip over as if he’s gonna drop you, but after a smack upside his head he stops.

All of your friends could see you being whisked away by your husband. Yuki and Geto shooting you a thumbs up while Gojo pretends to be heartbroken. Choso already took up the task of watching your stuff while you're gone.

Sukuna walks a bit of ways on the beach before putting you down. There you see a small cove, with your beach towel draped across the sand.

“No one will bother us here.”

He fondles your stomach, sending light kisses to your earlobe.

“It’s a little open…” You coo when he takes your breasts in his hands, giving them gentle squeezes.

“I'll kill anyone who walks by. How does that sound?”

“Hmm okay.”

You submit to his touches. The nibbling on your ears, his rough hands tracing every bit of your skin. His body heat keeps you warm from the cool breeze against your damp skin. Sukuna guides you to the towel, spinning you around to kiss you once more.

You’re waiting for him to take off your bikini. Each trace of his hands ghosting over the tie that holds your top together, but it never comes. It kills you. You want him to take it off like you always imagined him doing when it came to wearing clothes that he liked. Only he didn’t do that this time.

“I’m fucking you with this on.” He says before diving between your neck. His alternating kisses and bites made it hard for you to form a sentence.

“Oh? And here I thought you, mhm, you wanted to take it off…”

Your breath hitches when he thumbs your nipple through the fabric. Your toes curling when he drags his tongue from your neck down to the valley of your breasts, taking extra care of it as if you still had ice cream on you.

“You look so damn hot with this on. I’m not taking it off.”

Sukuna sucks your nipple, careful to not have the barbell get caught in your top. All while his index finger creates circles around your other bud. You’re doing your best to keep quiet, a mewl here and there to show him that you’re enjoying it. But knowing your husband, he wouldn’t want you to stay quiet for long.

It’s why when he pinches your nipple, you gasp, tugging on his hair. He does it again and your toes bury themselves along the towel. The lower pit of your stomach fluttering.

He smirks against your skin when he moves down to kiss your stomach. He buries his face against it like a cat who’s found a comfortable pillow. His nails scratching along your outer thighs.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby.” He mutters, “I don’t know what the fuck I was doing earlier.”

You wanted to comment on him being grumpy when two fingers pressed against your pussy through your bikini bottom. Sukuna starts applying light strokes, while looking up at you with his unnatural red eye.

“You gonna accept my apology?”

“What apology?”

“This one.”

His fingers go under the fabric, gliding along your pussy lips. Not entering your hole just yet, but enough to graze your clit ever so slightly. You shiver, trying to keep your eyes open Sukuna was still looking right at you. The cat becoming an apex predator.

“Oooh, you’re forgiven.” You’re running your hand through his hair. He groans at the touch, but doesn’t stop.

“I’m not finished yet.”

Two fingers slide into you and it’s very clear that you’re soaked. Sukuna bites his lip to hide his forming grin. Your mouth gapes, but nothing comes out. The stretch feels too good.

Sukuna pumps his fingers in and out of you, while his thumb rubs your clit, providing a good amount of pressure to make you silently cry out. The waves from the ocean covers up the slick sound your pussy makes from his fingers.

“Cum for me so I can fuck you right.” He commands while picking up the pace. His fingers hitting just the right spot along your walls, matching with each movement his thumb makes. It didn’t take long for you to climax for him right there. A moan finally escaping as your eyes go back in pure ecstasy.

Your husband groans, not wasting any time to suck his fingers clean. His shorts are gone and he’s pulling your panties to the side.

In the midst of your deep breaths, you suck your teeth. “You’re gonna stretch it.”

“I’m not.”

His cock, so big and heavy, one that always makes you nervous every time you see it, easily slides in to you. You hold him close as he pushes, any thought you might have had going out the window. Sukuna hums and his eye is shut. He’s trying to concentrate, so he won’t cum inside you just yet. He pulls your legs up and around his waist, squeezing the fat on your thighs.

“Fuck, I might cum soon.”

You can’t help but giggle, “Already? That’s unlike you.”

“Be quiet.” Sukuna’s breaths fan your neck. You know he’s still trying to calm down so you rub his back. His back muscles taut with each breath he exhales. “Don’t wear this shit again.”

“Or else what?”

“Or you’ll be in a worst position.”

Sukuna pulls his hips back before pushing in harder. The light smack of his skin against yours makes you sigh as he sets a slow pace. A powerful rut of his hips going in and out. With each force, you’re clinging on to him for dear life, not wanting to let go. Your nails dig in his skin and beg for him to keep going.

That small threat he gave did nothing to you. Because this is what you wanted. To drive your husband mad with a skimpy bikini, make him fuck you until your legs were sore. Him not lasting as long was a small setback, but there will be more opportunities.

He captures your lips again after picking up the pace. You moan under him, coaxing him to reach his peak. Sukuna continues to take control by grabbing your hands and putting them above your head. A tight grip on them as his thrusts are relentless. His shaft hitting all the right spots along your walls, his tip repeatedly hitting your cervix. You’re no good as you whine for him to don’t stop, to keep going.

Sukuna lets go of your lips with a pop and sinks his teeth on to your neck. The sharp pain makes you cry out, but fuels his desire. After a messy arrangement of his hips, they suddenly still. His seed filling you up.

He doesn’t pull out when he unlatches himself from your neck. Instead he gives you more kisses, pulling on your bottom lip during one of them. You don’t even want to think about how much he stretched your panties out.

“Where did you get this set from?”

“From that mall not too far from our house.”

Sukuna’s palm covers your breast again, giving it another squeeze, “Let me pick out one for you to wear next time.”

“Okay, but be reasonable.” You glare at him, “Don’t have me coming outside with barely anything on.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” He peppers your face with kisses.

You know he didn’t listen to a damn thing you said, but you left it alone to enjoy being with him on the beach for a little while longer.

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Ello Ello! Since requests are open may i request some Sebastian? (This fish man has me in my kneed it’s so bad)

I’d like to request an x reader (fem if that’s alright! I’m used to reading x fem reader) where she accidentally flashed him with the thingy (forgot the name) when she didn’t mean to and ya the animation he picked her up and yells but she wasn’t afraid, startled yes and nervous but very guilty before he even throws her she keeps on apologising while cubbing his face and checking his eyes and rubbing a thumb under his eyes.

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓

summary : when fidgeting with a flash beacon, you ended up accidentally flashing sebastian with it, but instead of being scared when he gets angry, you only show remorse.

tags : romance, and you get SNATCHED.

note : i couldn't focus like, at all today so i'm throwing this at you all.

'sebastian's zhop.'

you narrowed your eyes at the sign that hung above him, yet the man seemed oblivious to your judging gaze. he just peered down at you with that familiar smirk as his.

"welcome back, friend!" you were aware that he only gifted you that title in an attempt to butter you up so you'd buy his wares, and if you were being honest, it kind of worked. it gifted you comfort to be welcomed like you were actually somebody, and not just an expendable.

"hi, sebastian." his name practically rolled off your tongue now, given how often you say it. you weren't aware of what number this run was, but it didn't matter because you were planning to make it your last.

you made your way up to sebastian as you eyed the items on his tail, and he tilted your head. "see anything you like?"

you stopped in front of his tail as you observed the stuff in his pouches, and none of them really seemed useful to you.

there was a medkit, a flashlight, a lantern, a spr-int, and then a flash beacon. you already had a medkit on you, and you didn't know if you'd be able to carry another one since you also had a lantern. you didn't want to buy the flashlight since you already had a light source, and you didn't feel like jabbing a huge needle in your arm if you purchased the spr-int.

that only left the flash beacon.

the item was one you hadn't used in a while, and that was mostly because it was a pain to carry around. you always found yourself with a light source whenever you entered sebastian's shop, so you never batted an eye at it.

but now that you were looking at it, you were curious. would this be more helpful than your lantern? since you barely used it, you wanted to see if it would benefit you at all.

you picked up the item from his pouch as you examined it, and you didn't notice the slight frown that crossed sebastian's face. he watched as you fidgeted with the flash beacon, and for some reason, you seemed intruiged by its design. you were turning it around in your hand like it was some puzzle that needed to be solved.

your finger slotted itself near the trigger as you held it in your grasp, and you were so focused on it that when you heard sebastian's voice ring out, you jolted.

"are you going to buy it or not?"

given your fright, your hand grasped the flash beacon tighter, and that resulted in your finger pressing down on the trigger.

a pained sound erupted from sebastian while a flash coated the entire room, and you took a step back as you blinked hastily. little spots flew around your eyes, but as you felt something grab the back of your jumpsuit, they seemingly cleared once you were hoisted up into the air.

the flash beacon remained in your grasp as you hung in the air limply, and you peered at sebastian with wide eyes. his eyes were black, and the only colour that remained in them was a dot of blue in the middle of each one.

he looked livid.

his third arm reached up to grasp the edge of the flash beacon, and within a second, the item was crushed into pieces. you let go of the broken fragments as you watched sebastian scowl at you. "don't do that again—"

before he could even finish his sentence, he felt your hands cup his cheeks. the threat died in his throat out of shock, and he stared at you in confusion as you spoke.

"i'm so sorry! are you okay?"

the fear in your voice was evident, but so was the distress. you looked at him with remorse while your hands rested against his cheeks, and he could feel your thumbs rubbing the area underneath his eyes.

he blinked a few times as the ache in his head started to settle, and he raised an eyebrow. why were you apologizing now? were you trying to make it seem like you were innocent so he would calm down, or were you only sorry because he got upset?

as he looked into your eyes and noted the genuine guilt in them, those questions were shut down. was it possible you had accidentally pressed the trigger somehow?

"sebastian?"

your voice was quiet, and he could only assume that it was because you were afraid he was still agitated. while he was irritated, it was no longer pointed at you, but rather the slight pain in his eyes.

a low sigh left his throat as you continued to hold his face, and your palms shifted against his skin once he gave you a slight nod. "i'm fine."

his eyes softened back into their normal glow, but despite his reassurance, you didn't seem convinced.

you appeared to be contemplating something, and before he could question what you were doing, you pulled his face closer to yours.

a kiss was placed above both of his eyes, and a deep flush sprawled across sebastian's face as he stared at you. a bright smile was on your face as you placed your hands back down at your side, and you seemed proud of what you had done. "i read somewhere that getting a kiss relieves pain, so maybe that will help!"

sebastian remained quiet as he slowly put you back down on the ground, and he pointed towards the vent. "go."

"i haven't paid you for the beacon—"

"just go." there wasn't anger in his tone, but you weren't going to risk him getting upset if you stayed any longer. you turned around as you grasped the keycard that was on a box, and you made your way into the vent. you didn't even look back at sebastian.

and he was relieved that you didn't.

he lifted a hand to touch the area you had kissed, and his face felt like it was on fire at this point. you kissed him without a second thought, and for what? because you believed that it would ease his pain?

well, it did, but he'd never admit that.

he'd also never admit that he actually enjoyed your kisses, but that was a topic for another run.

[semperama]

Tidbit Tuesday

While I was away on vacation I was tagged in various wip day-of-the-week things by @glorious-spoon, @sofa-king-lame, @pairofraggedclaws and maybe others that I'm forgetting, sorry, but I'm cashing in on that now! This is from something that I started, um, just now. And therefore it isn't from one of my many other WIPs that I SHOULD be finishing. But oh well! We'll see if this ends up going anywhere, but for noowwww:

“I miss dating,” Buck says. When Eddie rolls his head over to look at him, he’s staring at the ceiling, head tipped against the back of the couch, eyes half-lidded. It’s late, but they’ve been procrastinating going to bed, too lazy and too comfortable to lever themselves up and go through their nighttime routines. They stopped paying attention to the TV a while ago, the sound on low and some late night talk show casting flickering blueish light over the walls and Buck’s profile. Somewhere in the back of Eddie’s mind, he hears his mother telling him it’s bad for his eyesight to watch TV in the dark, but he and Buck have been doing some version of this for years now, and he still has 20/20 vision, so maybe that’s another thing to nudge under the ‘Helena Diaz Doesn’t Know Everything’ column, the one Eddie has been secretly building in his mind since the day he marched into his parents’ house and packed up Chris’s things and brought him home. “Dating?” Eddie repeats, like the word is foreign to him. And hey, maybe it is. His love life certainly doesn’t reflect any level of expertise. “Yeah, like.” Buck sighs, somehow managing to sound weary and dreamy all at once. “With Tommy, it was all kinda.” He lifts his hand a couple inches off his thigh, wiggles it back and forth, and then lets it drop. “Our first date was so bad, and after that—you know how it was. Our schedules rarely matched up, and when they did, we just hung out at one of our houses, or—or with you, actually. And—” He clears his throat, finally turns to look at Eddie. “Before that, Natalia, every time we were together, I just felt like a science experiment—” “Oh?” Eddie cuts in, unable to stop the pointy grin from spreading across his face. “I thought you felt seen?” Buck punches him half-heartedly in the bicep. “Shut up, man.” Eddie chuckles low and tries not to delight too much in being proved right, even years later. “So…dating?” “Yeah,” Buck says. “I want to, like, put on nice clothes and pick someone up and take them to a restaurant.” He sighs again. “I want that feeling, the butterflies. The anticipation of the end of the night, the kiss at the door, not knowing if you’ll get invited in or not.” “On a first date?” Eddie asks, amused. “Who said it had to be a first date?” Buck grins at him, and it’s wistful around the edges, his eyes going soft. “I miss all of it. First dates, but also second dates and third dates, the build up. Wooing someone, you know? It’s—” He shakes his head a little, looks back up at the ceiling. “You don’t get that experience anymore, being on the apps. It’s all about hookups, or running through checklists to see if you’re going to end up married. There’s no—” He makes another indeterminate gesture, his hand making circles in the air. “Spontaneity. No magic.” “Magic?” Eddie tries to scoff, but it comes out a little choked. Something funny is happening in the vicinity of his lungs.

Tagging @hyruling, @spaceshipkat, @the-hwaelweg, @redrosydiaz, @happydiaz

[princesa-querida]

Take Me Out

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader

WC: <1.3K

CW: Smut with really little plot; use of sex toys (vibrator), fingering, kissing, sex in public places

Synopsis: You and Gojo are going on a date to a baseball game; he decides to punish you at the game for being mean to him earlier that day.

Tagging: @alt--er--love, @eveningatthemoviesnetwork, @pixelcafe-network, thank you for the beta-read @lazyjellyfish300. I wrote this for Hot Girl Summer, an event hosted by @uninterestedseductress. Thank you for allowing me to participate!

dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

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"We're…ahh! going to be late…"

"Ah, ah…You wanted this princess."

His fingers tease your entrance. The way they curve inside of you, possessing your body and soul in this moment. What started as an innocent cuddle became a battle of wits, and so far, you're losing. You didn't care, your toes are curling, and he's trying to get you to release that first orgasm.

Gojo's lips find yours when you cry his name like a prayer. He's smiling as the kiss deepens, but he releases you from his hold.

"Wait, what?!"

"Come on, princess. You said we were going to be late."

"You're so annoying, I hate you," You tease.

"No, you don't. You'll regret those words later." He winks at you.

You shove him off as you start getting up to get ready. He follows you to hold you against him. His lips find the corners of your body that make your knees weak. You want to shove him off you, but the way his lips make you feel reminds you that this man will make you beg for him later. Last night's cologne still lingers on him; he wore it just for you, knowing that it's your favourite scent.

You wish you could stay between the sheets, but a month ago, he told you that you would be going to the ball game with his friends. He releases his hold of you to let you shower first, and he prepares your coffee just the way you like it. Gojo moves quickly when you're done to get ready. He doesn't need to take a long time to get ready; he'll be flawless anyway.

You and Gojo opt to wear matching jerseys to today's afternoon game. You found a cute skirt in your wardrobe to match the colours of the team you're going to root for. When you start walking towards the door, he grabs your wrist and gently pulls you towards him. He towers over you, planting a kiss on your forehead before kneeling in front of you. His lips find the small exposed area of your tummy.

"What are you doing?" You giggle from the sensation of his lips. If he keeps kissing you, there's no way you'll leave this apartment. His hands caress your ass, lowering your panties. Your breath hitches as his smooth fingers make contact with your skin. You want to feel his cock in you so ardently, but the timing couldn't be worse right now.

You gasp when he kisses your thigh. "What…are you doing?"

"Leaving a little something for telling me you hated me earlier." He places a vibrator in the lining of your panties, securing it with a magnet that came with it.

"This is so silly, I'm taking this off." As you reach to remove the magnet, he grabs your hand to kiss it.

"Don't." His eyes gaze into you, remaining serious. He stands up to grab the door and the keys. "We'll be late, let's go."

Making your way to the stadium, your hand sweats as you anticipate when the vibrator will be activated. It's not uncomfortable having something between your legs, but you're curious about the sensations that you're going to feel. His thumb caresses your hand; you feel that this is just a ploy to get back at you for what you said, and you were right.

"Suguru! Shoko!" He voices out.

"You're late, as always," Suguru says all-knowingly.

Shoko finishes her cigarette before taking you into her arms. When you wrap your arms around her to hug her, you feel a pulse in your cunt. You grip tightly onto Shoko before the vibrations stop.

"Hey, are you alright?" She asks, looking at you with concern.

"Yeah, yeah! Don't worry, I just missed you a lot, that's all!" You turn around and glare at Gojo.

He waves a small remote before discreetly placing it in his pocket. Suguru and Shoko overlooked your small interaction with your beau. Walking to your executive suite that Gojo got for the day, you look around at the space and the amenities. You have private box seating, but also the ability to go inside, enjoy the premium snacks, or watch the game on a television (which felt counterintuitive to you).

Making your way to your seat, you sit at the edge next to Gojo. You watch the first inning excitedly, jumping in place whenever someone makes a home run. When you sit down to catch your breath, the vibration between your legs grounds you. You grip onto the armrests of your seat, arching your back against the seat, wanting to give in to the pleasure you're feeling.

The way your breasts perk up makes Gojo's cock harden. He wants to bury his face between them, sucking them, biting them. He wants all of you, but he will have his revenge. He'll show that you shouldn't say things you don't mean. He increases the vibration up another level, forcing a whimper out of you. Suguru and Shoko, when they hear it.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Shoko asks worryingly.

"Yes, yes. I'm fine! Really!" The vibration goes up another level. You want to scream his name out loud.

"Can I talk…mmm.…to you inside for a moment?" You grab Gojo's hand, taking him inside the suite.

Without hesitating, you lunge at him to kiss him. The vibrations haven't ceased; you hate him so much right now. No, that's not true. You want him to give in to you, but he's toying around. You regret ever saying the words "I hate you" to your Satoru. He's just punishing you right now for those nasty little words you said to him. His lips on your are bliss in this moment; so soft and luscious, the way he strategically knows how to maneuver his tongue onto yours. The vibrations don't stop, and you start to grind against him, aching to feel any friction. With ease, he picks you up, pinning you against a nearby wall. He can't help himself with you; he wanted to toy with you, but he yearns for his cock to go deep into your cunt.

"Mmm….Satoru…Please…" You're begging him at this point to fill you up.

"See you later, you two. Next time, get a room," Suguru just walks by with Shoko right behind. You gasp when you realize how you were caught, but Gojo isn't stopping now.

His lips release yours to find the pulse points on your body. He knows that your cunt is soaked, ready for him. His teeth nibble along your neck while he lowers his pants to release his throbbing cock. He's able to push aside the lining of your panties for his cock to go in you. It goes in without struggle. You pull on his luscious white locks as he pumps into you, consequently releasing a whimper from him. He sucks on your skin, marking you up, wanting to claim you all to himself right now.

"I….love you…I'm sorry I was so mean…"

"Tch. You were being a brat, but I was also suffering…Fuck…princess."

He finds your lips once more, consuming every cry that comes out of your body. His thrusts get faster, feeling his strength pinning you against the wall; He won't let you wriggle away from him. You scream from how good he feels, you hope that this cock is yours forever. Just as you're reaching your next peak…

"Whoa, ladies and gentlemen, we pardon everyone for what you just saw on the kiss cam."

Even if there's a lifetime ban for both of you at this stadium, you hope that you can continue spending a lifetime with him.

[ifishouldvanish]

Belmont Family Portrait

SHIP: trephacard, trephagretacard

RATING: G

TAGS: Fluff, Family, Trevorcard bickering

WORDS: 929

SUMMARY: I saw the new official artwork for the blu-ray box set and my hand slipped. Anyway, no name + neutral pronouns for Baby Belmont so y'all can enjoy your own headcanons 🙏

[Read on AO3]

“Are you standing on a box, Belmont?” Alucard asked, grinning at the crate on the floor.

“Shut up.” Trevor rolled his eyes, fussing with the high collar of his shirt.

Sypha finished adjusting her pearls and narrowed her eyes at them in warning.

“Is your ego really so fragile?” Alucard teased anyway. “Can't stand to be immortalized as you are?

“It's a Belmont family portrait. And I'm the Belmont,” Trevor muttered petulantly.

“Ah yes,” Alucard chuckled. “Big special day for our big special boy—who needs to stand on a box.”

“Do you see what I have to deal with?” Sypha huffed in Italian, addressing the older, bearded man who was nudging the books and lilies arranged on the table for the fifth time.

He just nodded and smiled, knowing better than to get involved.

“And what is that supposed to mean, anyway?” she switched back to Romanian. “The Belmont? I didn't spend nine months carrying our child for you to—”

“And I'm going to be carrying them for the nine hours we're going to be standing here for this thing,” he argued in his defense. Then—realizing how weak an argument it was—he tacked on, “…Weighs a bloody ton now, so it pretty much evens out.”

Sypha and Alucard glared at him both.

“…You are unbelievable sometimes,” Alucard shook his head. “…Standing on a box for your family portrait.”

“Look:” Trevor huffed. “We agreed I go in the middle. So I should be the tallest. It's about creating a balanced composition or whatever. Right?” He asked, looking to the painter for support, but the man didn't understand.

He simply fussed with the lilies one last time and made his way back over to the canvas.

“…Actually,” Alucard cut in, “symmetrical portraits are becoming rather passé, and my friend here is in fact a pioneer of creating compositions that use asymmetrical balance. Makes the painting feel more dynamic.”

Trevor rolled his head back and sighed. “God, you're insufferable when you come back from traveling.”

“And you're insufferable all the time.”

“…Three children,” Sypha clipped, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I have three children.”

“You look great at least?” Greta offered weakly from where she was waiting by the canvas, bouncing the baby on her hip.

Sypha couldn't help but smile at her child. “…Give them to me,” she said, reaching her hands out.

Greta carried them over and carefully transferred them into her arms, the baby's tiny hands already grasping at the pearls she'd just neatly arranged.

“I love you,” Sypha cooed, offering her finger to pull instead. “I love you. My perfect angel, you don't drive mama crazy like these two, do you?”

The baby babbled and smiled, rejecting the offered finger and tugging at the pearls again.

“Hey, hey, hey—” Sypha tutted, holding them at a distance. “not those. Not those.” The baby tugged them, tightening the string around her neck. “No, let's not choke Mama.”

Alucard extended his arms, offering to hold the baby for her.

“Okay. Off to uncle Alucard,” Sypha agreed, handing them over. “Greta,” she called, over her shoulder, “are you sure you don't want to be in the portrait?”

She shook her head profusely, the color of her cheeks deepening. “No, no,” she chuckled, fixing Sypha's pearls for her. “I don't envy any of you right now.”

Trevor cleared his throat. “So um… how long do I have to stand here again?”

“What's the matter?” Alucard asked, smiling warmly at the baby as he cradled them gently in his arms. “…Not used to the weather up there?”

“You’re just bent about being the shorter one for once,” Trevor rolled his eyes. “So who's got the fragile ego now?”

Alucard ignored him, cooing at the baby as they tugged on his hair. Greta came up at his side to admire them with him, placing a hand on his arm. He smiled at her, and she wrangled his hair out of the baby's grip before pecking him on the cheek.

“Look at you…” she whispered, tucking the tendril of hair behind his ear. “And so handsome,” she added with a wink before booping the baby's nose and stepping back.

Trevor shifted on his feet, standing taller and putting a hand on Sypha's shoulder.

“You’re handsome, too,” Sypha assured.

“What? I wasn't—” he huffed. “I just don't know what to do with my hands. I don't wanna look like a floating head behind you two.”

“You're not going to look like a floating head!” She groaned. “You're gonna be holding the baby!”

The baby found Alucard's lock of hair again and tugged sharply at the end of it.

“Serves you right,” Trevor said.

“Ow!” he winced.

The painter cleared his throat, and they all looked ahead to find him waiting.

“Oh,” they all realized in unison, Trevor and Sypha shuffling on their feet and getting into position while Alucard coaxed the baby into letting go of his hair so he could hand them to Trevor.

“There you are,” Trevor smiled, eyes already softening with fatherly warmth and affection as he took his child into his arms. “Come to papa…” he whispered.

Within seconds, they were reaching for Alucard's hair again.

"Hey now, wait—ugh," Trevor gave up and let them. "Fine. Pull his hair, I guess."

Alucard grinned, too honored to mind. "...See? Uncle Alucard wins again," he said, and turned ahead toward the painter.

The man clasped his hands together, taking in the sight of them with a smile. “Pronto, Signore Alucard?”

“Grazie, Leonardo,” Alucard bowed his head. “I believe we're ready.”

[amorettopedri]

I'd love to know what your favourite Sincaraz fics are, which ones you'd recommend the most and why.

Hiii lovely 💫 ahhhh Ig if anyone has visited my blog, then everyone and their mother know I prefer to read top Jannik and bottom Carlos fics, so my recommendation will align with my preference. If anyone prefer different dynamic then this recommendation list is not for you x

The Last Tyrolean Dynasty by thensheappeared @chocolatea-m-blog : this is the first sincaraz fic I've read on ao3, the author recently updated at the time so it was the first one under the tag on ao3, and boy was I being spoiled. It has raised my standard for sincaraz fic very high ngl. I read all the chapters in one go, fell in love with gentle nanny Carlos, jaded single father Jannik and his adorable kids. It was such a different concept as it was sound of music au. the story setting was immaculate, the writing was amazing, and the dynamic and sexual tension between sincaraz is absolutely delicious, when they finally kissed in the last chapter i was literally kicking my feet and giggling. I just couldn't stop reading, and once I've finished reading, I was regretting finishing it so soon 🥲💓

get you where you wanna go, if you know what I mean, cyber, baby steps (and sinners, sorry please dont burn me at the stake, I really liked the storyline before everything went sideways) by deliriouslyshipping: well there's nothing much to say, I loved Lexi's fics, I remember discovering F1 Jannik fic and pulling an all nighters for few days, at the time it was updated to chapter 30. I'm sad the story is gone cause we were 1 chapter away from sincaraz wedding, hands down this was and is my #1 sincaraz fic. I loved Jannik and Carlos characterisation, I'm happy that at least we got a bit closures, it would've been horrible if this fic was gone while they were broken up. at least I can be at peace with the knowledge that Carlos proposed and they're gonna get married soon and live happily ever after ❣️ All her other fics were amazing too, what happened was very unfortunate, I hope she's okay, wherever she is 💖

how to disappear completely series by carlosalcaraz @carlosalcaraz : this is a 2 part series that deals with aftermath of each sincaraz final, first part was after RG final and 2nd part is after Wimbledon final. I love how the author delicately handled how they reacted after each final, there was angst but I'm glad we got a happy ending. I also loved how the author incorporated sincaraz friendship with other tennis players. It was such a joy to read the interactions Carlos had with iga, coco and holger. I wish more sincaraz authors tapped into this concept more, especially because many of these tennis players grew up together and it must be amazing to live your dream together with the ones who was there from the start. Would absolutely recommend, it was such a good read especially after Wimbledon final, thats when i came acorssed it and it did not disappoint 💗

Secret harmonies (it's a kind of magic) by anon: the only omega Carlos and Alpha Jannik fic I found under the sincaraz tag. Y'all know I'm a sucker for omega Carlos, so I felt like I hit the jackpot. It was such a fun read, and I loved how soft they were 🥺💓

What Memory Keeps by nimmue: another post Wimbledon fic. I guess I was very sad after the last sincaraz final, and reading these different takes from brilliant individuals was soothing. The love and tenderness between sincaraz was overwhelming in a good way, would absolutely recommend it especially if you're looking for a soft tender escapism post Wimbledon 💞

Like a Prayer by anon: I'm so down bad for Jannik who's down bad for Carlos, what can I say I'm very predictable. Loved the concept of Jannik having a weakness of hearing Carlos say his name, even though its mispronounced lol, doesn't matter since it's Carlos. If you're looking for soul shattering smut mixed with tenderness, this fic is just right for you 💝

my reputation's never been worse, so (you must like me for me) by flamballboyant @flamballboyant : unfortunately I don't have any personal commentary to add as I haven't read this yet, it's in my tbr. The premises and storyline looks absolutely promising, looking forward to reading it 💘

Who Are We (To Fight The Alchemy) series by StarrySummers04 @starrysophie04 : I absolutely adore this series, I have been following it religiously since first instalment. I feel like there isn't much sincaraz fic where we are given in depth review of how their relationship had blossomed from when they first met to where they are now. I love how sincaraz are so in love and enamoured with each other, they're ready to fave the consequences (no matter how dreadful they are) and take on the world as long as they can be together. There so much to say, I loved how each of their team and family found out and reacted, and I loved how overprotective Jhunaki was. And it is kinda fun and stressful how each of the other tennis players are slowly finding out, sincaraz are too in love to be careful, it will blow up in their face but I hope they can withstand it. The writing is amazing, looking forward to next chapter of current instalment and any future instalments to the series 💕

(#Update) baby, if your love is in trouble by anon: so glad to have found another alpha Jannik and Omega Carlos fic. It was such a unique concept, with right amount of fluff and tenderness. this sincaraz made me so soft, they're just so adorable. it's one of the older fics from 2023 so it was nice to get insight into baby sincaraz from that era 💗

I'm gonna stop now, thanks for asking and giving me the opportunity to share these amazing fics with sincaraz community ✨️

[pikkish]

ty for the tag!

uhhh let's see...

Favorite color: blues, probably? generally speaking I think it's pretty situational, right color for the situation n all that, but I admit I'm partial to shades of blue

Favorite flower: oh that's a hard one, I don't actually know a whole lot of flowers. I think I like orchids, though. I know that's a pretty wide variety but I'm always delighted by how wild their shapes get.

Favorite character you've made: The funny part is, I've probably put more work into headcanons for characters than I have into developing my own oc's, haha. Caraval is probably the oc I've put the most development into, though, and I do like him. That or an oc I've never posted about here.

Favorite character someone else has made: @/violet-amphithere's bugs. @/raventroll80's troll doomguy. another friend's oc that hasn't been shared publicly.

How long have you been working on your current wip: uhhhhhhh... Desperation, Satiation has been in progress forrrrrr. a few months? I also have a newer Doom longfic in progress that I've also been working on seriously for a month or so, but that one doesn't have any chapters out just yet. I'd say all in all, neither of these have been in progress for very long, but, well, considering my most recently finished work was a longfic that took 4 years to write, I think maybe my view of what counts as "not very long" is probably a little skewed, lol. I am never sure who to tag for these things, so I guess if u wanna do it, go for it? Tho I'll also throw it at

@violet-amphithere @dinua @thefallencomet

no pressure to do it though of course of course

get to know your mutuals time :)

Thought it'd be fun to get to know some of y'all! Here are some things about me; do we have anything in common?

Favourite colour(s): blue, green, and yellow

Favourite flower: daisies! I always love asking this, I think flowers are so pretty and I love seeing everyone's answers

Your favourite character that you created: Sean and Griffin Oswyn, from an old project I shelved a long time ago. I think about them all the time

Your favourite character(s) that someone else created: Edmund Pevensie, Ponyboy Curtis, literally any of the hobbits

How long you've been working on your current WIP: I've been working on my ghost-mystery-thing since May of this year! Shockingly I've made a lot of progress since then; usually by now I'd be just breaking out of the planning stage haha

Tags: @rayne143 @aalinaaaaaa @nightmaricwriter @storyteller-kara @actionpackedtales

(Totally no pressure to keep the game going, and feel free to pick and choose which questions you do/don't answer, it's all good!)

[seokminfilm]

man of the year﹙ kmg﹚

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝   𓏸  𝆬  ﹙ 𝟷𝟷:𝟷𝟷 ﹚ pairing! kim mingyu x reader tags/warnings! non-idol au, established relationship, boyfriend mingyu, angst, hurt/comfort, apocalypse au, mutual pining, sickfic (??), descriptions of death (??), mentions of blood/injury, pet names: gyu (reader's), baby (mingyu's), mingyu is reckless and reader loves hates him for it, kissing, physical touch

saint's notes! was going to write something w joshua for this song but suddenly felt compelled to write an apocalypse au with mingyu instead 😭🙏 guys enjoy okay i'm a sucker for scenes like this fic...

now playing! man of the year (lorde) word count! 815 for! ---

"you're too reckless."

you say to no one in particular, knowing mingyu won't listen to you (especially in the state he's in). mingyu heaves softly, clutching the side of his body as blood slowly sleeps through his torn sleeveless shirt. his face looks paler than usual, and you can swear you see his cheekbones already becoming hollow, defined in a way that shouldn't be.

if this is what death looked like, mingyu was real close to it.

"gyu, keep your eyes open. please." you're silently pleading now, noticing the way mingyu's eyes threaten to flutter shut. his breaths are deeper now, heart starting to slow down.

tears prick the corners of your eyes, but you do your best to blink them away, pulling his torn shirt up to reveal the big gash along his side. blood slowly crawls from the injury, staining the floor of your safe haven as it runs into the cracks of the floor.

before all of this happened, you and mingyu used to joke about who would survive apocalypses.

it was just a silly question at the time, one that both of you would laugh and playfully argue over when laying in bed with each other, cradling one another before falling asleep.

now, you and mingyu had both proven each other wrong: you both were surviving in the unexplainable disease that had turned the world apocalyptic a year ago.

mingyu was supposed to survive longer than you. he had said he would all the time, if the only reason was because he "loved you so much he couldn't die and leave you scrambling to survive".

he still meant that, right?

as you finally finished bandaging up his side and cleaning his firm, toned body of the now dried-up blood with a cold towel. you stare at mingyu's figure, heart clenching in your chest.

he's still alive, thank god, but he looks so close to death it scares you. he's paler now, honeyed skin losing that tan you'd always compliment him for. mingyu's chest heaves slowly, so slowly you'd think his heart was struggling to keep up. his lips─the lips you used to kiss every morning before leaving for work─were turning blue now, parted just enough to let air in.

you do nothing but sit beside him, waiting for him to wake up. cleaning up your frenzied mess, you gently brush mingyu's bangs from his face, dabbing the sweat falling from his forehead.

the sun starts to set outside, painting the whole room in a golden glow. the window was open, due to mingyu's love for seeing the sunset, and you could see the ball of fire in the sky dip into the horizon.

"you'd love this sunset, gyu," you say to him, noticing how his lips twitch into the ghost of a smile. "it has that perfect arc that you always rant about when you see it."

one eye opens, and then both─mingyu finally opens his eyes to see your tear streaked face and blood-covered hands. he's already frowning slightly, face twinging in the slight pain that gnaws at his back.

"why...why are you crying?" mingyu has enough strength to reach his shaky hand up and cup your cheek, catching another tear that's already threatening to fall.

"gyu, i got scared. you promised you wouldn't die and leave me to survive by myself, but..." you let out a shaky breath, the tears starting to fall freely now. "you looked so close to death, with your pale lips and slowed breathing. i thought this was the end for you."

mingyu doesn't feel like smiling anymore at your sentence. he's gently running his thumb over your cheek, letting his eyes close as you lean against his touch.

"it's not the end for me, okay? it's just a little scratch. it's not going to take me away from you." mingyu's voice is raspy from disuse, but it's still good to hear the warmth of his familiar voice try to seep through.

"just kiss me." mingyu smiles faintly, and you laugh through a sob, pawing the tears away from your eyes. "kiss you? mingyu, i'm still pissed at you for─"

"please?" mingyu, even close to being on his death bed, is great with giving you wide puppy-dog eyes, fingers now all splayed on your cheek. his warmth is slowly returning, you think, and for that alone you feel a smile coming to your face.

"...fine." you finally concede, and lean down closer to mingyu's face. everything is more apparent to you now: the slope of his eyebrows, the crinkles by his eyes, the little mole on the tip of his nose...it's all there. all still there and working perfectly.

mingyu's not going to die. he's not going to leave you all alone to survive on your own.

when you finally close the distance between you and him kiss him slowly, softly─you reassure yourself of that.

[fictionrealms]

One For The Money

Zayne x Non MC x Caleb

Tag List:

@noxus123

TW:

self-depreciation, smut, fake dating trope, emotional manipulation, HEA, named MC and OC to help the flow and characterization, smoking, cigarettes, substance abuse, alcohol consumption, alcohol abuse, neglect, MDNI

Summary:

It was a mistake. Taking that deal was a dangerous mistake. But it was the perfect way to make Zayne finally notice me in all the ways that mattered most. I just didn't think I would be pulled into Caleb's gravity at the same time.

Word Count: 2304

Finished || Ongoing

Chapter One->Chapter Two->Chapter Three->Chapter Four

Chapter Five->Chapter Six->Chapter Seven->Chapter Eight

Worship is what he called it.

But the way his mouth travels down my neck to my chest and down my stomach feels more like sin.

Every inch of skin that he touches feels like a wildfire is born from the contact. Leaving my back arching off the floor and my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Feather light and reverent.

Goosebumps rise as his fingertips dig into my thighs . His head dips between my legs. Leaving only his eyes to be seen as I peer down at him.

Then I feel him.

His tongue lapping between flesh and tasting every inch of me as it fans out. Caleb lets out an appreciative hum, and it vibrates through my center into my bones. His eyes close. I feel his tongue slide along my center. Hear the delicious sounds he makes with each lick of his tongue. My head falls back, and eyes flutter shut. There's a coil in my core that tightens every time he flicks his tongue against my clit. Growing tighter and tighter until I have to bite my tongue from moaning the wrong name.

Because we both know what this is.

We both know that we're not thinking of each other.

He's imagining it's McKenna he's tasting.

And I'm imagining it's Zayne between my legs.

"Look at me." His voice breaks through my conscientiousness, coaxing my eyes to open and head to raise.

His face lifts from its place between my legs. Chin dripping with my essence. And there's a painful surge of jealousy that rips through me. Because it's not me that he thinks he's licking off his chin.

But I'm just as guilty.

Emerald eyes flash to violet.

"Let go." His voice was pleading, desperate.

His head dips back down—to where it belongs—and his tongue hits my senses again.

My release hits me hard and fast.

Zayne Caleb grips my hips, yanking my core so close to him it's as if he's trying to devour my soul from me. Hungry growls of pleasure hum through my skin. None of them my own. They were his. And he's feasting on my release. His mouth wide open, and inhaling all of my pleasure like a man starved. My hand shoots forward, fingers gripping his hair as my back arches.

"Sing for me. I want to hear you."

It wasn't a request.

A demand.

And I obey.

Screaming through the waves of my climax like a siren calling her sailors to their watery grave. His name echoes from my lungs. My nails scrape against his scalp. I sing for him. Do as I'm told. Because it's so much easier to listen and obey than it was listen to my inner thoughts. Reminding myself that this isn't Zayne so I don't scream the wrong name. So eager to please. Eager to beg for a drop of the love I never received as a kid or an adult. And his next words were sweeter than any half-hearted 'I love you' I've ever heard.

"Good girl. Such a good girl for me."

I feel the absence of his mouth like a loss. The heat of his breath leaving me to feel cold. The lack of his tongue leaving me to feel empty. But not for long, because moments later his mouth peppers my skin from my hips to my collarbones with kisses between the bites. Barely feeling the sting of his teeth marking me. Barely registering the sensation from the tip of his cock brushing against my entrance.

Caleb positions his hands on either side of me. My chest heaves from the force of my orgasm. I've hardly recovered when I feel his breath against my ear.

"You ready?" His voice is a ghost trickling through the fog of my high.

"Y-Yeah, I'm ready."

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His skin is sticky from sweat. Brain in a heavy fog from the taste of her on his tongue. Her release was the sweetest nectar he's ever tasted. An ambrosia he was lucky enough to have been graced with. The moonshine's starting to wear off. Caleb is ashamed to admit he doesn't have the resolve to put a stop to his. He knows this is wrong. Because she isn't her. And he isn't who she truly wants. He knows that.

But god did he want this.

She stares up at him with heavy, half-lidded eyes. Her lips kiss swollen and perfect. Skin covered in the afterglow of her release. Fuck, she looked so god damned good lying under him like this. Blissed out and at his mercy. Like she was a present sent from the heavens just for him. And maybe somewhere in his sick brain Caleb thinks she is. But none of that really matters right now. All that matters is the fact that she was still so soaked it was sinful. And he's so hard it's painful.

He pushes forward.

Taking a moment to pause. Letting her adjust to his size before beginning to pump his hips in a steady rhythm. Driving himself deeper inside her as her walls flutter around his length. Every movement forward has him swearing under his breath. His head drops, pressing his forehead to hers. The moment her nails find purchase on his back, his composure fractures.

Caleb moans.

He can feel her nails breaking skin as he pumps deeper inside her. Feels her breasts push against his chest when her back arches against the floor. A hand slips underneath her. Pressing his palm into the small of her back to keep her held in place. And he growls. A deep, guttural sound from within his chest. Careful not to say a name. Or the wrong one. Careful not to slip too far into a delusion he wasn't sure he was fully submerged into in the first place.

His Evol slips from his grasp. Wrapping around the two of them and pinning her underneath him. Not that he needed the help. Caleb was twice her size and could easily keep her where he wants her with one hand. But he didn't want be that guy. Not when he was already something of a monster.

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This is wrong.

Should have never happened int he first place. We both knew that. And with the mix of sex and body heat the moonshine is slowly losing its effect. But we're both too far gone to do anything about it. Too caught up in the way it feels when his cock fills me completely. And even then I'm not entirely sure all of it fits inside me and I'm too overwhelmed with pleasure to even begin to check. Not sure if I want to anyways.

We're both too far gone to care. And we both clearly want this—albeit not with each other. But it's better than nothing and all we have. Too painfully aware of the fact that none of this is for each other. It's easy to pretend we're who we wanted. So what if it's gravity pinning me down instead of ice? So what if he keeps begging me to resonate with him only to be met with: "I don't know how."

Because none of this is real.

No breathy moan or reverent sigh between us is for each other. We knew that, right?

So what if every now and then the lines blur a little too well. Who cares if sometimes it's my name instead of hers that slips from his lips. Did it matter if I like the gravity instead?

Both of us chasing a high we know we'll regret in the morning. It feels like a dream. Like the trip on ecstasy I should have had at the first party I went to in high school. When some asshole spiked my drink—and Zayne came to my rescue. Rushing me to urgent care to have my levels checked and system flushed. But when the memory surfaces—it's not a shock of black hair that comes into my vision. And it's not green eyes when I blink.

I push the thought away.

Teeth sink into my shoulder. Sharp. Deep. Enough to tear skin. He moans against me, low and rough, and the sound pulses through me like another high. Fueling something I shouldn’t feel.

I’m overstimulated, too sensitive to be doing this again. Still crashing from the last release, but every slow, deliberate thrust drags me back under. I shouldn’t be able to focus on the way he feels inside me.

But it’s all I can focus on.

Caleb's hips roll into mine. Slow and deep. Like he's trying to memorize the way I feel. Maybe I'm doing the same thing. Every thrust inside me sending shock waves through me until I forget why this shouldn't be happening. Until I rake my nails down his back in angry, red lines like I need to hurt him just to stay grounded. He groans when I do. A low and broken sound stemming from somewhere deep within him. Like he likes the pain.

The burn of the stretch as he fills me is addictive. A sharp kind of pleasure that drags across nerve endings that are still coming to life. Dragging me deeper into whatever the fuck this is. I'm trembling beneath him. Thighs shaking with every movement and thrust. Too sensitive but still chasing the high of the next orgasm as the coil in the pit of my stomach pulls tighter. Desperate for more—more friction, more pleasure, more something to make this into something we both know it isn't.

His cock hits that spot inside me. The one that makes me see stars and my back arch without permission. Caleb presses his palm firmly against the small of my back. Like he was keeping me locked against him. Like if he let go I would realize this is a mistake and run away.

"Fuck," he breathes, burying his face into the crook of my neck, "you feel unreal."

And that's the fucking problem.

That this isn't real.

Not the way it should be.

One hand grips my hip, forceful at first before softening and sliding down my thigh. His touch turning into something full of worship once again. Like he was mapping out every curve of my body with his skin. It pulls a whimper from my throat. So loud it's embarrassing. A little too authentic to call it a lie.

"That's it," he murmurs against my throat, like he owns the sounds that come from me. "Just let me—"

Don't say it.

Whatever he says, I block it out. Unwilling to hear what it is he wants me to do. Because whatever it is—I already know I would do it without hesitation.

I'm close again.

I can tell by the way tension coils tight in my lower abdomen. Pulling so tight it's about to snap. My legs wrap around his waist without meaning to. Pulling him impossibly closer. Pushing him so deep inside me it's hard to tell where I end and he begins. Caleb pulls from me then, nearly all the way, before plunging back inside to the hilt. Burying himself so fully I hate how perfect it feels.

How perfect he feels.

Because it shouldn't be Caleb.

It should be Zayne.

Or at least I wanted it to be.

Our eyes lock. His pupils blown wide and jaw set like he was holding something back. Biting his tongue to keep from calling out her name.

It's only when he gasps out my name instead—like a prayer, like a mistake—that I come to my senses.

But it's too late now.

Because my release crashes through me so intense it's almost painful. My pussy squeezing around his cock so tight it's causes his to follow suit. Caleb shudders with one final low moan as he sinks into me. Our chests pressed against each other and his nose buried in my hair. I feel him drive into me one final time before the heat of his release spills into me.

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Sweat collects along Caleb's face as she drifts off to sleep. A searing pain shooting along every nerve ending so intensely he can't push it away. His pupils dilate and after he carefully lays her—he falls to his knees outside her bedroom. Hands clutching the hardwood floor until his knuckles turn white and tears pool in his eyes.

He can feel it.

Can feel the Toring Chip searing away every memory associated with the feeling of euphoria. Before he had been able to will it away. But this time it had been too intense to shrug off. A euphoria like no other. So strong that the Chip was stronger than his will to remember.

For a moment, his mind is a blur of the night. Running over everything that had happened in the last few hours. From Iris drunkenly falling to the floor and telling him how her mother had made her learn how to make moonshine. Throwing it in some absent direction when she got it wrong. To the seven times his phone vibrated with the tell rhythm of McKenna trying to get a hold of him. And for the first time he had ignored every single one of them. Because Iris was more important tonight. His protective nature overtaking his hatred for her in all the years they've known each other.

At least that's what he told himself.

But when his eyes opened again—his memory was blank.

He couldn't remember why he in nothing but his boxers at her apartment. What they were just doing. What was said moments ago. If anything.

It didn't matter.

That's what he told himself as he installed the tiny surveillance cameras throughout her apartment.

Because this was for her safety wasn't it?

Of course it was.

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[pandora-writes-one-piece]

The Meet-Cute - Kid's Story - 21

Source for pic

Imperfect 21 🔞

Word Count: 7605

Tags and Summary can be found here.

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Notes: Aren't you all excited about that 🔞 symbol near the title? I know I am! I'm so sorry about the delay in this chapter, but life happened, and even though my extreme anxiety and made-up-deadlines only my brain needs to follow press down on me telling me otherwise, I don't really care that I failed my imaginary updating schedule. Because I know I made up for it. Read it and let me know, though, will you?

Note 2: Might get a little nasty near the end, but I ain't gonna apologize for the filth 😎 Y'all knew what you were signing up for once you followed me.

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Divider by @cafekitsune

Moments pass. Maybe hours, you’re not quite sure. 

You and Kid keep breaking the kiss, only to fall back into each other's lips again, as if pulled together by sheer magnetism. 

Your hands have drifted twice below Kid’s shirt already, and each time he let out a noise that shot straight to your core; either a throaty grunt or a smoldering hiss. You’ve shamelessly pressed your core closer to his, just to feel him unconsciously rub against you, as if he can’t help himself. And each of those rubs, each swipe of his tongue against yours, each press of his fingers against your burning skin is turning your blood into molten lava, creating a fire inside you that you won’t be able to put out alone. 

For his part, Kid is behaving more than you are. His hands roam from your hips to your waist, then part from your body to curl around your hair or cup your face. He doesn’t touch anywhere else; his restraint is admirable, but not quite what you want at the moment. 

You want to keep going. You need more. 

You want to believe that you and Kid have made progress, that he won’t pull away, that he won’t push you away. That this is safe, and that whatever you share moving forward won’t cause you any more heartbreak. 

Besides, it’s not sudden. 

You and Kid have been dancing this dance for what feels like forever. It’s earned. And you’ve missed him so goddamn much. 

His fingers grip your hair tighter, and he tugs at your scalp, hips thrusting against your heat as his metal fingers dig into your hip, harsher than he’s been all night. You moan into his mouth, and he shudders under your hands, his abs tightening and trembling with a low rumble. 

Then… he stops.

Not abruptly. He finishes the kiss, pulling back a little, both hands settling on your hips to keep the distance between your bodies. His forehead rests against yours as you both catch your breath. 

“We should stop,” he breathes, jaw clenching. 

Your heart stutters in your chest, the instant fear of him rejecting you and pushing you away pressing down on it. 

“I mean… I don’t wanna do this if yer not sure ye wanna,” he rasps, holding his breath as your hands still roam under his shirt, seeking the warmth of his skin. 

“I want to,” you reply, even though your voice trembles more than you wish it to, the fear of losing him—of losing yourself—still very present in the forefront of your mind. 

“I can feel ye tremblin’, Sparkles,” he adds, planting his lips against your forehead. “And I wanna do this right this time.”

You know that even though you talked about it, that first time in the motel room—with the moon and his nightmares—still haunts him. “I regret takin’ instead of askin’. I regret not takin’ my time with ye.” You still remember the words he said afterwards, like they’re branded into your heart. 

You sigh softly, removing your hands from the warmth of his skin and placing them on his waist—over his clothes—instead. “Okay. We’ll take things slowly.”

He kisses your lips again, so softly it sends shivers straight to your heart. When he pulls back and uses his thumb to wipe a tear from your cheek, you gasp in surprise, not even realizing you’d let it fall. 

“I missed ye,” he confesses in a whisper so low you barely make out the words. 

You wrap your arms around him, burying your face against his chest. This still feels surreal. You had to fight so hard for him from the beginning that this victory feels more like a mirage than reality. 

“I missed you too,” you admit, leaving behind the words you really want to tell him because the last time you confessed your love, he used it against you. 

And if this is a dream instead of reality, you need to let it last a little while longer. 

-*-

After a while, you both agree to go home. The ride feels lighter, warmer, even though the wind is nippy despite you wearing Kid’s jacket. When he drops you off at the bar, near your car, you find it hard to part with him. 

“Kid?” you say, handing him the helmet without meeting his eyes, not quite sure how to voice the worries inside your head. 

“Hey,” he starts, dismounting the bike and using his hand to tilt your chin up. “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head, already regretting bringing anything up. You’re going to have doubts about everything at first, you know you can’t avoid it, but he doesn’t deserve your suspicions after working so hard on himself. 

“It’s noth—”

“I said never again,” he says, taking a step closer to you. “I know I haven’t given ye much, that I shouldn’t be askin’ for trust when I got nothin’ to back that up. But fuck me if I ever let ye go again. Ye can be sure I’ll be here tomorrow, and the day after, and after… I’ll be here until ye want me to.”

You smile as he cradles your cheek with his big hand. Knowing Kid has always had a hard time with vulnerability, hearing these words coming out of his mouth is enough to ease your worries. 

“I don’t want this night to end…” you admit sheepishly. “I don’t want to have to wait until tomorrow night to see you again.”

Kid’s mouth twitches upwards into a smug smile. “Ye don’t have to. Victoria misses ye… wanna come to the garage tomorrow?”

He’s still smiling, but you see his throat bobbing as he swallows, clearly afraid you’ll reject his offer. 

“I’ll be there.”

Kid lets out a huff of relief and nods. This tentativeness between you—a place where you’re both walking on eggshells, feeling what works and what doesn’t—should be weird, should feel like you’re trying too hard.

Instead, it feels like you’re trying just enough. That neither of you wants to hurt the other, that this is all too precious to treat carelessly. 

“Night, Sparkles,” Kid says, leaning in to peck your lips softly once more. 

You drive home with the silliest smile plastered on your lips. 

-*-

“Damn, that’s a lot of dust,” you exclaim, entering the garage with two cups of coffee and a bag of donuts, eyeing Victoria with a frown. The first breath you take fills your lungs with familiar scents: motor oil, rust, paint, and that musky, distinct Kid scent. The classic rock and metal playlist Kid adores is playing in the background, though today there are no tools or banging sounds to accompany the symphony. 

Kid drops whatever he was looking at on the workbench with a loud clang and turns towards the door, the easy grin you were used to curving his lips up. 

“Are ye talkin’ ‘bout me, sweetheart? Missed me enough to do some polishin’?”

You snort, nearly dropping the coffees on the floor, glad he’s back to the easy, flirty banter from before. 

“Maybe, depending on how well you behave,” you drawl, shoving the donut bag against his chest and setting the coffees on the workbench. 

His grin intensifies the moment he realizes you’re responding to his cheeky banter, just like old times. Then he takes a donut out of the bag, shoves it whole into his mouth, and speaks with his cheeks puffed out like a hamster.

“I behave really well when I have the right motivation, Sparkles,” he chuckles, setting the bag on the workbench and taking a step closer to you, chewing loudly and obnoxiously. His scent, the one that’s no longer etched in the jacket he lent you, fills your nostrils, travels through your lungs, into your bloodstream, and pulses in your core. 

God, you’ve missed him.

“Though I’m not sure how much interest I have in behavin’ when yer around…” You feel heat creep into your cheeks, your own grin intensifying. 

“That so?” you ask teasingly, taking a donut for yourself and nibbling a much smaller bite. 

Kid hums, taking another step forward, closing the distance between you. “Can I have a bite?” he asks, though his eyes never leave yours. 

With a sigh, you lift the donut you’re holding. “You shouldn’t have inhaled yours… here, you can have—”

He wraps his hand around your wrist, angling it to the side, and leans down, pressing his lips against yours. The kiss is very innocent and fleeting. No tongue, no teeth, no desperation. Just heat. 

And sweetness. 

His lips taste like sugar from the donut and feel as warm as sunshine. He nibbles your lower lip before pulling back, the fire in his eyes burning with more intensity than it has in a while. Then he licks his lips, his thumb brushing against the accelerated pulse on your wrist.

“Perfect bite,” he says, humming again. “Sweet.”

Your heart pounds relentlessly against your chest, and the butterflies that had lain dormant inside your stomach all these weeks suddenly come alive in a restless flutter. 

Now you’re blushing again. You can still sense some shadows behind his eyes, can still feel him hesitating a little with every move and every word, but he’s getting bolder, growing back to the flirty, full-of-banter Kid you love. But he also feels so much more whole than before; more complete.

“These are good donuts…” you reply cheekily, earning yourself a chuckle back.

Your eyes finally fix on what he was staring at when you arrived: the broken dashboard from Victoria. He follows your gaze and sighs, releasing your wrist as you place the donut down on the bag. Then you wipe your hand on your jeans and run your fingers along the crack, stopping right at the center where the jagged edges are sunken.

“What happened, Kid?” you ask, immediately noticing how the air around you changes, the tension thickening as he rubs the back of his neck, shifting restlessly in his place. “And why haven’t you fixed her yet?”

“Well, that one’s easy. I didn’t fix her ‘cause ye weren’t here. It didn’t feel right,” he confesses with a low, raspy voice. His fingers mimic your own, tracing the path of the crack and then stopping at the center. He grunts softly, clenching his hand into a fist and placing it against the hole. 

It fits perfectly.

“Oh,” you let out, realization dawning on you. “Oh!” He punched it. He was angry or hurt or both, and he took it out on the car. 

“We’d just gotten back from the car show…” he starts. Your stomach churns, and you shift uncomfortably, remembering what happened on the drive home, when you were feeling exactly like earlier: light, like everything was falling into its rightful place. 

And then it happened. Kid protecting you and… losing control. 

“They showed up: my ghosts. I see ‘em all the time,” Kid says, his hoarse voice an indicator of how much he doesn’t want to talk about this.

Your brow raises in surprise, and you cock your head to the side, gazing at him. “Who?”

He takes a deep breath. “My squad. Heat, Wire, Bubblegum… the whole lot.” Kid’s mouth twists in agony as he shuts his eyes and shakes his head, rubbing his hand over his mouth. “They… um… they haunt me. They say things like how undeservin’ I am, or how it was all my fuckin’ fault.”

You hold your breath for this revelation, your heart clenching in pain for his suffering. 

“They look—fuck—they look like they did when I let ‘em die. Bloody, gritty, missin’ pieces… as if they were frozen in that form as a reminder of what I did—or didn’t do. How I couldn’t save ‘em.”

You catch your lower lip between your teeth, eyes dropping to your hands, and you feel the need to interrupt. “You didn’t let them die, Kid. It was war. There was nothing you could’ve done differently; you were following orders. It’s not that you couldn’t save them; there was nothing you could’ve done.”

Rationality doesn’t seem to cut it, and he shakes his head, ignoring your words altogether. “They just don’t shut up. They’re angry at me, they blame me, and they remind me every single fuckin’ day of how worthless I am.”

You open your mouth to speak, but he takes a deep breath, calming down, and continues. 

“When we got back, they were there, tauntin’ me, remindin’ me that I’d hurt ye, that I’m a coward, and that I keep runnin’ away from things.” Kid grits his teeth, his jaw ticking away the pain, like you’ve seen him do often. “They’ve never forgiven me for what I did, so they haunt me, constantly remindin’ me of my failures...”

His breath shudders, and he closes his eyes, lost inside his head, drowning in pain and guilt that he doesn’t seem able to shake away, even with therapy. You place your hand over his, smoothing it until he opens his fist. Then you interlace your fingers with his and squeeze, speaking so softly you barely hear it yourself.

“Is it possible that you’re the one who still hasn’t forgiven yourself?” 

Kid freezes. Even his breathing stops. He stares at you with his eyes wide, making you realize that he has never looked at his ghosts as an extension of himself. Maybe he still hasn’t spoken about them properly in therapy, because you think his therapist would’ve made the connection. 

“Kid,” you say, turning fully to him, cupping his face, your thumbs brushing his cheeks softly. “They will forgive you. Soon. I know it.”

As soon as he forgives himself. As soon as he deems himself worth it. And you’ll be there for him when they do, to pick up any pieces that fall behind. 

“Aye,” he agrees, his voice sounding like it’s scratching his throat on the way out. “I believe ye.”

Maybe he does. Maybe he doesn’t. But he’s not dismissing the thought. He’s not pushing your compassion away; he’s embracing it. Welcoming your help and your understanding. And that is a huge step forward. 

“Now, let’s fix this girl, shall we? I kind of miss taking her for a spin…” you say with a smile, bumping your hip against him playfully. Kid inhales deeply and nods at you. 

“Aye, let’s fix her. But ye ain’t takin’ her out without driving lessons. The way ye shift gears is a crime against humanity.”

Your outraged gasp gets swallowed by his cheeky laugh, while the tension settles back into a playful one. 

-*-

Days pass. Easy and breezy, with all the lightness of summer. 

Kid goes to therapy regularly. Sometimes he comes out looking like he’s been through hell, other times like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. 

He still meets you at work religiously. 

Porche switched shifts with another coworker, and you said ‘good riddance,’ though ultimately, you knew it wouldn’t matter whether she were there or not. Kid is yours. And you’re Kid’s. And no Porche will get in the way of that. 

Killer is ecstatic about seeing you and Kid together. His happiness is genuinely visible. He says, verbatim: ‘Thank fuck, you fucking morons. Now, no one better screw this up, because I lost years of my life worrying about you two!’

But the hug he gives you says he’d do it all over again if he had to. And the small, lingering kiss he presses to the top of your head tells you he’s more than happy you and Kid are healing together. 

That’s how much he cares about both of you. 

You still haven’t told Shanks everything. 

He knows you and Kid are working things through, and he hates it. He doesn’t say it outright, but you can see it in his eyes every time you leave the farmhouse to meet Kid at the garage, or when you come home later than usual and he checks to make sure you got back safely.

You appreciate his effort to trust your choices. And that makes you feel guilty about not telling him everything. 

All in due time.

And so, time passes. Slowly and steadily, but so very light. 

-*-

“Hello?” You answer your phone with a happy—though strained—tilt in your voice. The sun scorches your skin, hot as a furnace, even though it’s already mid-afternoon. You balance your phone on your shoulder, car keys jingling on one hand while you juggle the bag of donuts and the coffees in the other—part of what has now become your and Kid’s little ritual. 

“Hello, doll.” The drawl in the voice is unmistakable. You drop the keys on the floor, sucking in a breath through your teeth as you grab the coffees tightly before they follow. 

“What the hell do you want, Ichiji?” you growl. Thank heavens your voice remains steady. 

“Feisty.” He chuckles softly into the phone. “I thought something had snuffed out all the wildfire in you during our last years together. Apparently, it was always there, lying dormant under all that compliance.”

He sounds surprised. Amused, even. 

You don’t give a shit. 

“Goodbye,” you state, ready to hang up without even caring what he has to say. 

“Wait!” he cuts you off, and you must be feeling extremely generous today because you don’t hang up. You don’t spare him another word, just wait for him to continue his spiel while you pick up the keys, unlock your car, and drop your stuff inside. 

“I heard you were working at some dingy biker bar,” he drawls again. You can almost see his smug smile twisting his lips like it used to. “Serving beers, wiping tables for some miserable tips? What the hell happened to the firecracker who had the world at her feet?”

You did, asshole!

Still, you say nothing, gritting your teeth and closing the car door with more force than necessary while sticking the keys in the ignition. 

“And dating a mechanic?” His words drip with condescension. “My, how the mighty have fallen. You could’ve had everything, doll. I could’ve given you the world. You just—”

“Is there a point to this conversation, Ichiji, or do you just like to hear yourself talk? Because if that’s the case, I hear parrots are good company.”

You strap on your seatbelt while Ichiji chuckles with unrestrained amusement.

“Yes. You’re right. Straight to the point, then,” he says, pausing for dramatic effect like he owns your time. It takes a loud sigh from you for him to continue. “Come back to me.”

The shocked laugh that comes out of your mouth is unfiltered and raw, and you can’t believe your ears.

“Ichiji, you might need to see one of your father’s private doctors, because you’ve gone insane. I wouldn’t go back to you if the world were on fire and you had the only bunker available. Not nice talking to you. Have a terrible day. Goodbye.”

You can almost hear the anger crackling through the connection; you can even imagine his jaw ticking and pulsing from exasperation like you haven’t seen in years. He was right. You had been a complacent little doll during the last years of your relationship, whereas in the beginning, you were a wildfire, consuming everything in your path.

Well, he never took the time to know who you’d become after college, and now it’s too late. 

“Tell me something before you go,” he begins, and again, you must be in a really good mood—though it’s surely dwindling—because you don’t disconnect the call. “Does your little mechanic make you scream like I did?”

“Oh, fuck you, Ichiji!”

And this time, you do hang up, your mood definitely ruined.

-*-

“You’re not going to believe who—” You stop talking the moment you set foot inside the garage and see Kid. He’s hunched over the workbench, his prosthetic to the side, sweat dripping from his forehead, his face scrunched up in pain. 

The feeling of déjà vu hits you like a freight train. You’ve been here. You’ve seen this. 

It’s phantom pain.

You hold your breath as you slowly walk towards him, approaching him as you would a wild animal. You know what happened last time; you remember the harsh words, the accusations, the venom in his voice. You don’t want a repeat of that; the pain is still too fresh. 

“Kid?” you try gently, setting down the bag and coffees, trying to catch his gaze. 

He sucks in a harsh breath through his teeth, snapping his eyes shut for a moment before opening them with a long exhale. Then he walks to the cabinet that stores the first aid kit, removes the same muscle relaxant lotion you applied last time, and extends it towards you.

“Can ye help?” The words come out raspy and apologetic, like a white flag being waved in the wind, because last time is probably still too fresh in his memory, too. 

You nod, your throat tight with emotion, and take the lotion from his hand, urging him to sit on the battered couch. 

This time, he takes off his shirt without you having to ask. He also leans forward, giving you access to his back. You smile cheekily, trying to lighten the mood. “Wow, Kid. If you wanted to show me your muscles, I’m sure there were easier ways to do it.”

The corner of his lip lifts, even though sweat still dampens his forehead, and his hand twitches into a fist over his knee. 

“Aye, Sparkles, I know. Needed to make sure ye haven’t forgotten the view, though. Needed the excuse.”

You chuckle and sit beside him, your knees up on the couch. 

“Like I would forget this view,” you mumble under your breath, not sure if he heard you or not, though if his smug grin is anything to go by, he sure did. “How bad is it this time?” you continue the conversation, trying to distract him from the pain as you uncap the lotion and lather some between your palms. 

He sighs and closes his eyes when your hands come into contact with his scarred skin and you begin massaging his sore stump. 

“It ain’t as bad as last time, but it still hurts like a bitch. I already took a few painkillers, they ought to be kickin’ in, too.” He hums low, like your fingers are taking away the pain. “Aye, that feels good.”

Warmth blooms in your chest at how different this situation is from before. Last time, he fought your help with teeth and nails, chasing away every tiny bit of vulnerability. This time, he welcomes your help like an old friend. And in accepting it, his pain slithers away more easily. 

You let him relax, distracting him with little things, talking about Victoria, asking when he’ll take you on a ride; talking about how cool it would be to ride his bike, just for him to scoff and say you can’t handle all that power. Then you bet you could and would be a natural at it, making him chuckle more, your distractions working perfectly. 

After a while, he seems much more relaxed, the pills doing their job, and your massage helping. You’re rubbing out the last knots on his neck when he sighs and takes your hand in his, stopping your motions and staring at you. 

“Thank ye,” he rasps, and you smile. “I hate lookin’ like I’m about to break, but if it has to be in front of anyone, I’m glad it’s ye.”

“It didn’t look like you were about to break, Kid,” you tell him, dropping your hands against his chest, his still over yours. “You already broke, remember? But you got up. And you’re fighting every goddamn day. It’s okay.”

He stays quiet for a little while, letting your words settle, his fingers tracing gentle circles over the back of your hand. 

“Yer good for me,” he admits, never breaking your gaze. His throat bobs like he wants to say something else, but can’t. “I—” Kid sighs, letting go of your hand so he can cup your cheek and angle his body towards you. “Ye… fuck—” 

His mouth opens and closes before he grits his teeth and leans down for a kiss. It’s desperate, at first. All tongue and teeth and claiming, like he’s pouring out everything he’s feeling and can’t find a way to say. So you take it, meeting his tongue stroke by stroke, letting him know you feel the same way, even if neither of you seems able to say it yet. 

Kid breaks the kiss, lifting one leg over the couch, the other still on the floor, while he uses his arm on the back for support. “Lie back,” he asks, voice raw. You do as he asks, the back of your head hitting the armrest before you part your legs so he slots right in.

He leans down, his body covering yours as his mouth hovers over yours again. “Yer all I need,” he finally manages to say, though it leaves his lips as a whisper. 

His mouth lands on yours, and he kisses you reverently. You sigh into him, hands mapping the muscles of his chest and back like it’s the first time, your bodies fitting together perfectly, like they never forgot what it was like to be apart. 

“Kid, I want this,” you say between sighs, when he parts the kiss. His lips trail your jaw, lowering to the curve of your neck and down your collarbone. Heat begins pooling in your abdomen, its tendrils spreading to every nerve ending in your body. “God, I really want this. But you’re hurting… we should slow down.”

Kid hums low against your throat, the vibration pulling a soft, moan-like sound from your lips. Your nails bite into his skin, your legs parting further, beckoning him closer as your body betrays your words. 

“I’m better now,” he admits, lowering his lips and swiping his tongue across the swell of your breasts. “The pills…” Kid uses his legs to support his weight as his flesh hand gropes your breast, and you suck in a breath to hold back a moan. “I’m fine…” he assures you, slipping his hand inside your shirt, pulling the cup of your bra down and wrapping his lips around your nipple—over the fabric of your shirt—amping the sensation as he sucks and laps with his tongue.

“Shit!” you groan, head lolling back as your hips roll against his hardness, the sensation on your needy clit making you moan even harder. 

“Fuck,” Kid breathes. The soft whoosh of air on the damp shirt only makes your nipples pebble harder. “Fuck yeah, I’m definitely better,” he groans, pushing his hips forward against yours.

Your breath stutters as your heart pounds relentlessly against your ribs. This is happening. God, yes, this is happening. You rake your nails down his back, arching yours to meet the slow, taunting grinds of his pelvis.

His mouth stops tormenting your nipples, leaving a damp spot on your shirt before he swipes his tongue up your neck and takes your lips in his again. It’s not a completely desperate kiss. He’s taking his time savouring you, with slow strokes of his tongue against yours. But the way he grips your hip, with much less restraint and something feral, shows you how badly he wants this. 

“I mean it,” you try again when he breaks the kiss, finding another sweet spot behind your ear to tease, making wetness pool between your thighs and heat rush through your veins. “We don’t need to—fuck—rush this,” you say between breaths, your words broken with soft sighs and trembles. 

“We ain’t rushin’, sweetheart,” he stops his ministrations to capture your gaze in his heated one. “We were always meant to be.”

The sigh that escapes your lips at his words has nothing to do with all the friction in your core, but everything to do with the stuttering in your heart. 

Kid gives you a small peck on your lips before getting up from the couch, extending his hand. “C’mon, not on the communal couch,” he teases, making you trap a small chuckle behind your lips, still embarrassed about the way Killer interrupted you back then, and how neither of you wants a repeat of that. 

So you take his hand and get up. He grins at you, mischief dancing behind his eyes as he takes a moment to adjust himself in his pants. You bite your lower lip, eyes roaming his form appreciatively. He catches you and lets out a low rumble—something akin to a snarl—before hooking his arm under your knee. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, and he lifts you in a one-armed princess carry like you’re weightless. 

“Kid!” you breathe out, something primal rolling inside your chest at his caveman-like action. “I can walk!”

“Aye, but this is how I claim what’s mine,” he says with a grin, eyebrows wiggling suggestively as you let out a heartfelt laugh. 

“You really are a caveman,” you tease, and he laughs back, walking towards the workbench and lowering you.

“Grab my arm, sweetheart, I might need it for what I have planned,” he says, nudging you towards his metal prosthetic. You reach for it and clutch it tight, studying him intently as he moves towards the stairs with ease. 

He does seem to be feeling better. No lines of pain between his eyes, no dampness on his temples, no twitching from pain. 

“I’m fine, woman, stop fussin’. Ye ain’t gettin’ out of this,” he rumbles with a laugh as he climbs the steps, two at a time, as if your weight is no burden for him. “That fuckin’ alarm still haunts my dreams. Had to cancel it again. No more fuckin’ postponin’ this.”

Alarm? Oh! You let out a giggle, remembering the scheduled ‘Ass demolition’ you never got to. 

“Well, Kid, lucky for you, my schedule is completely open today. It’s Wednesday, and I have a day off,” you tell him suggestively. 

He reaches his door and stops, another snarl-like noise escaping him at your words, his eyes promising all the things he wants to do to you, a look that shoots straight between your legs, making you even wetter. 

“Open the door for me, Sparkles, or I’m gonna take ye against it.”

The fire in his eyes attests to his words. He would take you against it. And damn it, you’re quite tempted to let him try it. 

But all the previous interruptions are still pretty fresh in your mind, so you turn the handle on the door, and Kid kicks it open, carrying you through the threshold of his home in a bridal carry that leaves you blushing from more than just lust. 

You barely have time to take in the fact that his house is clean and tidy before he takes you straight to the bedroom, kicking off his boots haphazardly and setting you on the bed while clicking his prosthetic arm into place. 

He flexes his metal fingers and rolls his arm. You watch his face, searching for any hint of discomfort. There’s none. Only hunger and need, a mirror of your own desires. 

“Are you going to stare all day, or are you going to do something to back up your words, Kid?” you tease him, coaxing another smug grin from his lips.

He stalks toward you as you kick off your shoes, propping yourself up on your elbows and looking at him expectantly. His muscles rip and flex with each movement, and your mind keeps conjuring up how good it felt to have his weight over you that first time, even if he wasn’t fully present then. 

“I might stare for a while,” he says, leaning down, his face inches from yours. He tilts your chin up with his thumb and forefinger, and your breath catches. “I’ve been waitin’ a long time to have ye in my bed.”

A blush creeps into your cheeks before he kisses you reverently. His tongue demands everything from you, his hand gripping your face tightly—needily. He breaks the kiss with a small pant, then drags his hands lazily over your thighs, running them up and down. His thumbs caress so close to your core, you have to stifle a moan.

“Lie back,” Kid says, his voice raspy with lust. 

You obey without another word, too overwhelmed to tease him back. He takes off your pants, pressing his lips to your inner thigh as he climbs back up. The contrasting coolness of his metal hand against the warmth of his tongue sends jolts up and down your spine, and you know he can see how drenched your panties are. 

“Kid,” you plead, fisting the covers for purchase as you fight the urge to touch yourself. 

He chuckles against your inner thigh, his warm breath ghosting over your pussy, making you squirm with impatience. How is he doing this? Kid is impulsive and impatient, wild and unrestrained. Where did he get so much control?

He hovers over you, eyes glinting, that eternal grin plastered on his lips. You release another needy whine, begging without words for him to do something.

He reaches under your shirt and lifts it over your head as you move to help him. Your bra comes off next without hesitation. Then he stops and stares, his grin faltering as if reality just hit him hard. 

You lean up on your elbows again to stare back at him, your brow arched as heavy pants leave your lips. His throat bobs before he leans down, shifting his gaze from your breasts to your eyes, his grin returning in full force. 

“I’m gonna do this the right way this time, sweetheart. Slow and sweet, like ye deserve. Gonna take care of ye and worship ye until ye feel so good yer gonna burst.” His words send warmth flooding through your chest, knowing he wants to make up for the roughness of that first time. 

Then his grin widens and he lowers his face even more. His hand moves, fingers dipping below the waistband of your panties as you suck in a breath, eyes widening. 

“After that, I’m gonna do this the wrong way. Gonna make ye come so hard and so many times yer not even gonna remember yer own name.” Your breath hitches in your throat, a gasp trapped between your parted lips. “But ye’ll remember mine. Since ye’ll be screamin’ it so loud yer throat’s gonna be raw by mornin’.”

“Fuck, Kid,” you whimper. Another wave of heat crashes through you, this one threading nowhere near your heart, but settling low in your core. 

“Aye, that’s the plan,” he teases, fingers hovering over your mound, not moving, just taunting. “Fuck ye hard, fuck ye good. For all the fuckin’ time I wasted. I ain’t wastin’ anythin’ with ye anymore. I’m gonna enjoy every—” He lowers his fingers, brushing your clit, drawing a soft moan from your lips. “—fuckin’ second. Every—” Two fingers peel you open, another one sliding inside, thick and slow, curling deliberately to hit your sweet spot. The keen you release is guttural, shaking you from top to bottom as your head lolls back. “—fuckin’ pretty noise ye make.”

“God! Kid!” you groan, dropping your elbows and collapsing back onto the bed as he pumps his finger in and out of you. You’re already seeing stars, and he hasn’t even really begun. 

“I know, I know, sweetheart,” he coos, slipping in another thick finger. Wetness gushes out to meet his shallow thrusts. Your back arches off the bed, your panting intensifies, and then he—

Stops.

Your whine meets his chuckle, but he doesn’t say anything. He kneels over your legs reverently, and you whimper again, already anticipating the heat of his tongue. Kid removes your panties, tossing them aside next to your discarded pile of clothes. 

He runs his tongue along your inner thigh, stopping near your pussy, and you groan, holding your breath, waiting for him to kiss you where you’re throbbing. 

“Fuckin’ drenched for me, Sparkles. Look at ye,” he observes, his eyes on your center as you keep arching off the bed, angling your hips towards him. He reaches into his pants to adjust himself once more, then chuckles. “And I thought I was the impatient one,” he teases.

You grit your teeth, angling your head up to tell him off, but whatever you wanted to say gets lost in limbo when he finally places his mouth on you. And by God, it’s even better than you remember. 

“Ye’ll get yer fill,” he says directly to your pussy and your groan, one of your arms splaying over your eyes as you bite your lower lip to contain more sounds. “I’mma do this slow and sweet,” he promises with a sinful swipe of his tongue before taking your clit into his mouth. 

His lips close around the nub, and he sucks—decadently and unrelentingly. You cry out, unable to contain your noises anymore, and your hands find purchase in his hair, holding him down as you writhe into his face.

He groans into you, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure so hot it nearly burns. You can’t think or breathe. You are fire and sensation, pleasure and desire. 

You moan his name deeply, grinding yourself against his hot mouth, and he lets you, meeting your thrusts with precise swipes and licks, even a few nibbles on your throbbing clit, jarring you into a different sensation before pulling you back into blinding pleasure. 

“Ye taste even better than I remember, fuck. A goddamn feast,” he says between licks. You can’t answer him; you can only moan back, writhing your hips against him once more before he stills you, his metal hand pressing down on your belly as he flattens his tongue against your slick folds before circling back to your clit. 

You’re so fucking close. 

And he knows it. He slows down his motions; your pants turn into frustrated ones. “Kid!”

“Shhh, sweetheart. I said slow and sweet. I wanna wring out every sweet moan from that pretty mouth. I’ll get ye there. Don’t worry.” He plants both hands on your inner thighs, spreading you open even further before plunging his fingers inside you, curling them up and resuming his sinful licks—this time pumping them in time with his tongue.

When he adds a third finger and sucks your clit between his lips, your muscles lock, your thighs clench, and a hot wave is already cresting, threatening to desperately crash.

“God—Kid! I’m—”

“Aye, I know. Let it out,” he demands with a snarl, pumping you harder and circling your nub with the tip of his tongue. 

You shatter into a million pieces. 

Your orgasm rushes through your body in hot, relentless waves, and you scream his name over and over, as he licks through every wave and spasm until you’re left panting, limp, and spent. Your vision is swimming, and your chest is heaving with effort and pleasure. 

God, you missed him. 

You open your eyes to catch Kid sucking on his fingers like he just ate the most delicious meal, his cocky grin in place as he takes in your post-orgasmic expression. 

“I like how you do this the right way, Kid,” you tease breathlessly, pulling yourself up on the bed as he unbuckles his pants and tosses them to the side, the bulge in his underwear evident and huge. 

“Then yer gonna love the wrong way,” he promises, climbing in between your legs and crashing his lips against yours, making you taste yourself on him and moaning. He rolls his hips against you, soaking his underwear in your slick as he grinds and grinds and fucking grinds. 

You push his lips off you with a pant, your arms gripping his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. “Kid! I need you inside me. Now.”

“Aye, aye,” he agrees, his chest rising and falling in heavy pants. He gets rid of his boxers with one hand before he stops cold and stares at you. “Last time… we didn’t—I didn’t use a condom and—”

“It’s okay, Kid, you don't have to worry about it,” you assure him, knowing you're safe. You curl your hand on the back of his neck and pull him in for another kiss while your other hand caresses his chest, lowers to his abs, and feels him tighten up the muscles before you let your fingers trail down and wrap around his girthy cock. 

Shit.

You remember it was big and thick, but seeing it again, waiting for him to slip it inside you, already has you anticipating the sweet stretch as you pant in his mouth. 

“Yer gonna take all of that into yer tight pussy, ain’t ye?” he teases, nipping your lower lip as he sets you back down and adjusts himself until the tip of his leaking cock presses against your soaked entrance. 

He slides it in, just the tip, and groans as you’re so wet you suck him right in.

“Kid, please!” You’re done with his teasing games. You need him. Now.  

“Fuck!” he curses, pushing his hips forward, any hint of restraint forgotten. He goes slow, though, not like last time when he slammed into you unforgivingly. You feel every vein, every ridge of his hard cock entering your hole, inch by amazing inch, until he’s fully buried inside you.

You breathe in slowly through your nose, feeling impossibly full. Your walls stretch and accommodate him, wrapping him so snugly he’s already panting. 

“Fuck, yer tighter than I remember,” he drops his forehead to yours, leaning on his elbows as they cage you in. “I forgot how fuckin’ perfect ye feel wrapped around me like this. Fuckin’ heaven if there’s such a thing.”

“Oh, God,” you mutter, wrapping your arms around his torso, your nails digging for purchase as he just stands still, waiting for you. Not taking anything, just giving. “You can move, Kid.”

And that’s exactly what he does.

He pulls back a few inches and then thrusts inside with a groan. You gasp softly, feeling him roll his hips to fill you perfectly. He repeats the movement slowly and steadily, driving you insane while leaving you on the brink of pleasure.

“Kid,” you moan out, rolling your hips, trying to get him to pick up the pace. “Is this the right way?”

He grunts, pulling back again and sliding right in, torturously slow. “Aye,” he answers with a nod.

“I want the wrong way!” you demand, your hands going lower, gripping his butt to try to make him go faster. 

He lets out another one of those animal-like sounds that travel straight to your core and locks eyes with you, reading your intentions. You just nod at him. You can feel him holding back, trying to make up for how raw he was back at the motel, but you’ve been longing for him for weeks. You need all of him. 

“Fuck it,” he swears, grabbing your legs and setting your calves against his shoulders, bending you in half, his hands pressed against your thighs, spreading you impossibly wide. 

Then he slams into you, thrusting deeper, harder, faster. The bed creaks, the sounds of skin hitting skin, his low grunts and your high moans mixing into a haze of lust and desire. 

“Like this? Feel every inch as I claim what’s mine, sweetheart?”

“God, Kid, yes!” 

Like this, exactly like this.

You writhe, trying to meet his thrusts with your hips, but he’s pounding you so hard against the mattress you can barely move. Every thrust hits a pleasurable spot, and as he goes harder and deeper, your moans turn into cries, and you’re dangling at the edge again, so ready to fall.

“Yer gonna come all over my cock, ain’t ye?”

“Yes, Kid, I—” You don’t even have time to finish your sentence. Your orgasm crashes over you, much more powerful than the one before, stealing a loud cry of his name from your lips as your pussy clenches his cock, pulsing around his length and squeezing him deeper.

He groans louder, and your muscles lock with tension as he fucks you through your orgasm at an unrelenting pace, just like you needed. 

“Right or wrong?” he asks with a snarl, still fucking you hard, riding through the aftershocks, turning you into a trembling puddle. You barely register what he’s telling you. “Right or wrong, Sparkles?”

“Wrong!” you cry out, still letting out ungodly moans and keens as sweat drips from your temples. 

He grunts, suddenly pulling out of you and stroking himself furiously with one hand. With another snarl he lets out through his teeth, Kid spills himself over your chest and belly, his hot seed painting you as you moan through the sensation, your skin tingling and oversensitive. 

You both stand still, panting through the aftershocks, revelling in the sensations flooding your chests, your eyes locked together with all the unsaid words left between you.

Then Kid lets go of your legs and lies over you, smearing you both in his cum before he plants a wet, breathless kiss on your lips. You try to catch your breath when he pulls back, stroking an errant tear away from your cheek, his cocky grin back in place even though he’s still panting like crazy. 

“That was the wrong way.”

You let out a small chuckle, still trembling, still panting, so satiated and happy that you never want this moment to end. 

“Don’t ever try to do it the right way again, Kid.”

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[urban-shade]

Hi, I'm a big fan of your art and ideias. You are inspiring me so much with everything you are sharing! I have some questions about your headcanons and OCs: 1. For Calliope, since she is "living in the walls" since 2019, does that means that Sebastian have found/seen her before the lockdown? If yes, how was their reaction to each other? Does he knows she is there and gives art supplies without Urbanshade knowing? How does she feeds herself? 2. After-mutated Sebastian has seen/interacted with his family after or before turned back human? Also, If I did fanart of your OCs or Headcanons, would you like to be tagged?

thank youu!! :D (thank you for the awesome questions as wellll!!!)

I'm honestly not sure if they would've interacted before! I'm certain he's seen her art while on some of his handyman jobs, as well as while he's traversing the blacksite during the lockdown. I think them meeting just once, sharing a quick glance of eye contact before she ran away to hiding could be cool.. Sebastian had always heard about the girl who escaped and graffitis the ventilation shafts, but never saw her before then. The rooms where you go into the open back rooms (sometimes w/ chain floor) and big fans from vents are the most common places she does her art, so anyone who works with them would likely know of her existence (they're the most similar to Rattmann Dens from Portal/I'm like 95% sure some of them are inspired by portal) In terms of art supplies & food, she's sneaky and steals them herself ^_^ We know that there's art programs for MR-P's since Sebastian had an old painting uniform so, the Blacksite has plenty of supplies to pilfer from

2. I haven't decided on if I want my recovery au sebastian to have his family visit before his treatments or after.. I like how the story works in both scenarios.. I was working on this comic before the new conversation between seb and painter about his family was added but that convo makes this dialog make a bit less sense now.. so I'm not sure if I'm gonna finish it but I'm still proud of my writing anyways :D

I think visiting family after recovery makes the most sense because it makes it less traceable for Urbanshade to hunt him down, but emotionally.. he might want to see them before? IF he decides he's ok with them seeing him as a monster. (I really like the idea of them seeing him as fish and still accepting him and how visceral that'd feel for him, I don't think he's much of a crier but.. he'd have a big cry i think..)

3. Yesss I'd love to see!!! :D Feel free! Or feel free to message me fanart if it seems like I didn't see I've heard sometimes tumblr doesn't notify people when they've been @'d

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Thanks for the tag @blitzwhore !!!

There's a little comic I'm working on right now and I wanted to share something a lil silly about it! Sometimes when I start putting down thumbnails for something and there's a character who's a relatively small and simple part of the image, instead of just putting down a few lines for them, the brainworms will take over and I'll just draw them out completely. Which is silly because it leads to images like this, where I have the bare minimum everywhere else and just a fully finished character sketch like:

I love it 😂😂😂

This week I'm tagging anyone and everyone who wants to participate because I feel like a lot of people are really going through it this week (myself kinda included 😭) so no pressure 😌

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Finished the episode walked in a circle and got a bowl of ice cream that I am currently eating brain is still screaming OH MY GOD

I did little doodles while listening and taking notes, i'll probably post at least one of those tomorrow (small concrete pillar crab thing)

YORICK

these thoughts are going to not be in order

the eulogy?? ohhh "died along side his friend and partner I'm also crying.

loved the Jack and the Bean stalk reference and also the Butcher

YORICK mouth tongue??? what. Harlan gave Yorick a mouth tongue. in the tentacle fandom??? I think I might be scared to go on yorick's tag on ao3 after this (NO judgement here. Nothing with that here. also just not my cup of tea. because it's Yorick.)

The "Kayne destroyed your body then?"

I wrote down several quotes that I gave me feelings and my notes are over there and I am over here and I don't want to move so. oops.

HEY do you think Kayne's jealous that John got to destroy;ijewf aerio fews fjFUCKING DESTROYED SEVERAL ALTERNATE ARTHURS "oh the things you did for me t make this deal" AF IOewf'o and like. so. John hunted and killed not at random and not innocent. He, after part 20 and the King trying to shove him back in place and it failing and landing in the dark world unsure if his friend is alive or dead (last he saw was him with a slit throat and broken legs falling into the snow) and having every emotion enflamed, found another Arthur from another world. And killed him. Over and Over. I need time to process that. but also do you think Kayne's jealous. And the JOhn and Kayne parallels keep going!

oi' erh[afr ij[oeoieihAND ON THAT NOTE there was another "SO WHAT DO I KNOW" last two have been in 20 after first talk with Kayne and the free will conversation and then in 50 after John says that if it comes between Lillith and Kayne he's siding with Kayne.

MAN seeing the ourthurchestra messed with John. God that was a stab at him. a horrible horrible stab. And here I was earlier thinking about the possibility of Kayne shapechanging into Arthur while talking to John in the Dark World and this happens. I need to bite something. Oh wait I have ice cream

you know this would have been easier if I were next to my notes

"I see" "be glad you don't"

Great episode I will have more thoughts later for now it's ice cream time

HE SAID HE WASN'T INNOCENT???

oh and "It wouldn't have been enough" or whatever he said??? "I'm too apathetic" someone get him a prescription for an anti-depression medication.