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[tohruies]

mon cocomallow !!!! i've been reading your tags on the akulotu posts over and over 🥹 does karasu know how lucky he is to have such a loving person by his side? 🥺 im shaking him by his shoulders, i need him to knoooow /silly <- written in the past. but my letter to you from the present is: i hope you've veen taken care of yourself, that you've been resting and eating well ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) and that your days are as bright as your smile is ⸜(๑>◡<๑)⸝ i love you to the moon and back and giving three laps around the solar system (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

mon chocololo! how r u today! oh gosh — i see you want me to cry /lh……… where did all this sweetness come from!! 🥺💞

does he ⬇️ does he know how lucky he is to have a person so warm and intelligent and earnest and devoted by his side!!!!!! does he know how lucky he is to have his very own lolo..... for himself! 🥹 he had better! or else. (｀ε´)ノ

pahhh i am taking as good care of myself as i can (๑¯◡¯๑)ゞ i hope you are too sobsob!!! you have such a beautiful mind and it deserves all the rest and nutrition and blorbo thoughtsies as it can get hehe yessss C: yes! i love you tooooo!!!!!!!!! so much! 🥺🥺🥺 wah, this much -> 1/∞

[judysxnd]

In the comfort of your arms

summary: Lando plays video games a lot in between races. Y/n doesn’t mind, she even enjoys watching him play.

I’ve read a few fanfictions with the same theme a while back. I hope it’s not too similar 👀

It’s 1:40am here, I wrote this in 30min (it shows). Good night!!!🌙

Still taking Lando requests. Once I have enough I’ll be able to write them and publish them regularly (that’s how I used to do with the requests on Pedro). Thank youuuu 🫶🏼

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Lando loves playing video games a lot. When he’s bored, when he’s alone, when he can’t sleep, when he misses you, he plays. Time flies by without noticing as he enjoys himself with his friends. Even when he is away for F1, he plays. His favorite game to play with Max, Bankai and Matt at the moment is Escape from Tarkov. He could (actually is) spend hours on it.

As he has two weeks before the next race, Lando just came back home, to Monaco, to rest a bit before going back to the MTC and later on race again. The first thing he did when he was back was to call you and ask you to stay at his place for the few days he was here. An offer you could never refuse. Texts and FaceTime aren’t enough, so you try to maximize every moment you can have with him.

So you drove to his place immediately after, making yourself at home at his place, like you usually do when he is here. When he is at Monaco you mostly stay at his place, leaving your own for days, even weeks sometimes. If you look at Lando’s place, you can see that you are here a lot. An extra toothbrush in his bathroom. A side of his dressing dedicated to you, some groceries and drinks of your liking in his fridge, it’s your second home.

But, as much as he wants to spend all of his time with you, Lando needs his daily dose of game. You wanted to finish a tv show that you had started a week ago, he wanted to play, it was the perfect opportunity. You were in the same place, but doing your own thing, just like if you were living together.

A few hours passed by and you finally finished your tv show. It was around midnight, you were getting tired but didn’t want to go to bed without him. You always do that, and now that you can have his company in bed, you didn’t want to miss it, even just for one night. From the living room, you silently made your way to where he was playing. Before entering, you carefully analyzed if he was streaming. Once you saw that he wasn’t, you fully entered the room.

Lando was fully focused on his game, trying to kill a raider that he didn’t hear you walk next to him. It’s only when he got killed and slid back a bit that he saw you and jumped a bit. He cut his mic to talk to you for a sec.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you” you said as you tried not to laugh

“It’s okay” he said, turning his chair to look at you. You were wearing one of his shirt, that was a bit oversized for you. You had a few pajamas of yours here, but nothing was as more comfy as his clothes. And he loved it. He loved since you in his clothes. His hands dropped from his chair to your thighs, making you shiver.

“Are you almost done?” You asked, looking at the screen, your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer to him.

“I don’t know, I think I’ll do one or two more runs then I think I’ll be done” his arms made it around your waist now.

“Hm”

“You can go to bed, I’ll join you” you stepped back, looking at him, pouting

“That’s not going to happen” Lando laughed a bit

“Why?”

“I spend most of my nights without you, it’s not to do it again when you’re here”

“Aw” was all Lando was able to answer. He loved this clinginess of yours. He was the same with you, which was quite normal since you were away from each other a lot.

“Can I sit with you for a bit?”

“Sure” he said. You started to walk away, but Lando grabbed your hand. “Where you going?” He asked

“Grab a chair”

“You don’t need one” he said, patting his thigh with his free hand. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s not going to be comfortable for you, how are you going to play?” You joked as he pulled you back to him.

“Don’t worry about that. Come here” Next thing you know, you’re sitting on his lap, your head leaning against his, your left arm resting on his waist.

You planted a kiss on his neck before he was back into the game. You saw him smile.

“Lando are you still there mate?” You heard Max asked him through his headphones.

“Yep, sorry, I’m here” he said calmly. Sometimes he could be very loud while playing, but he could also be very calm. It happens a lot when he plays Tarkov. He talks normally, very slow and calmly. Laughing from time to time. And the noise of the game, so satisfying. It’s such a quality, and same, it’s calmly in a way.

Like a lullaby almost. At least at midnight it is. In Lando’s arms it is. You could hear most of everything through his headphones as you were close to them, and it was at the perfect volume for you. Your eyes following closely what Lando was doing, you felt sleepy. His smell was helping you drift away in the most perfect way. That’s how you fell asleep was he was still playing.

Lando didn’t notice right away that you fell asleep. He was focused in his game. But that’s when he finally stopped that he noticed you weren’t moving at all. He said goodnight to everyone and turned off the computer, before easily getting up and carrying you to his bed. You didn’t even make a sound nor wake up when he moved you. But once he was settled in bed, you made your way to his arms again, instinctively, naturally. You missed him too much.

When you woke the next morning, you were still in the same position from the night. Lando on his side, and you cuddled up in his arms. You don’t know how, but you do remember last night, how comfortable you fell asleep in his arms, and how comfortable you are right now. Home.

[amirawrah]

Lowkey in Love ☀️🐚

☀️ synopsis: Saryn Hamisi Henry lives a beautifully curated life—Thierry Henry’s adopted daughter, a rising star in London’s fashion scene, and always in control of her image. But her heart? That’s another story.

For four months, she’s been quietly falling for Jules Koundé, Barcelona’s smooth, sharp-witted defender. Their romance has been private, passionate, and perfect—until a single photo from a secret getaway in Monaco leaks online, and the world suddenly knows her truth.

Now trending worldwide, Saryn is spiraling. The press is in a frenzy, the fans are dissecting every detail—and the one person who doesn’t know? Her dad.

As Saryn and Jules navigate the chaos of going public, she’s forced to face what she’s been avoiding: love this real can’t stay hidden forever.

☀️ amirah: i've had this idea for a long ass time now and im happy its finally out, lowkey thinking about making a part 2 but if you want lemme know please. enjoy!!!!

The penthouse suite at Hôtel de Paris Monte-Carlo was supposed to be a sanctuary, a hidden escape where no one could touch them. Instead, Saryn was pacing the marble floors in complete panic while Jules sat on the edge of the bed, trying—and failing—to calm her down.

"Jules, this is insane. This is actually insane!" she nearly shouted, her hands gripping her braids as she stared at her phone. Everywhere she scrolled—Twitter, Instagram, TikTok—her name was trending. Not just hers, but her father’s too. THIERRY HENRY’S DAUGHTER. That’s what the headlines were calling her, as if she wasn’t an entire person on her own.

"Saryn, breathe," Jules said, voice low and soothing, but she whipped around to face him, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Breathe?! BREATHE?! Jules, the entire world just found out you have a girlfriend, and not just any girlfriend, but Thierry Henry’s daughter, and my DAD doesn’t even know about us!" She groaned, shoving her phone towards him. "Look at this! They zoomed in on your lock screen, Jules! That’s literally a crime!"

He took the phone from her hand, eyebrows raising slightly as he watched fans dissecting every little detail. The comments were endless:

JULES HAS A GF???

No way, he’s been soft-launching her this whole time?!

Thierry Henry is about to go full dad mode on him 💀

Not them thinking they were lowkey in Monaco, LMAO we see youuuu

Jules rubbed his temple, letting out a slow breath. "Okay, yeah, this is... a lot. But it’s not like we killed someone, mon amour. We’re just dating."

"Jules, my dad is— and you—" she gestured wildly at him, "—are Jules Koundé. He’s going to freak out."

"He might. But we were going to tell him eventually. Right?" His voice softened. "And I was going to face him like a man. Like I should."

Saryn swallowed, pressing a hand to her forehead. "Yeah, eventually. Like… when I was sure about us. When I knew I—" She stopped, blinking rapidly.

Jules sat up straighter. "When you knew what?" he asked gently.

Before she could answer, her phone buzzed in her hand.

Her stomach dropped.

She didn’t even need to look at the screen to know who it was.

"Is that—?" "Yeah."

She turned the phone around, and there it was. Dad♥️. Incoming call.

Jules let out a breath. "Well… guess we don’t have to wonder how he found out."

Saryn’s heart raced in her chest as the phone vibrated against her palm. She stared at it for a moment, the screen glowing with “Dad”. Her stomach twisted into knots. There was no escaping this. The entire world knew, and now her dad was about to find out.

Jules reached out, brushing his hand over hers. His voice was steady, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes. “Answer it.”

Saryn swallowed hard. “I can’t. What if he—what if he—doesn’t approve?”

Jules tilted his head, soft but firm. “You’re his daughter, Saryn. He’s going to love you no matter what. You don’t need to worry about me.” He gently nudged the phone back toward her. “You’ve got this.”

She hesitated, glancing at him. His eyes were sincere, but the pressure of the situation still weighed heavily on her chest. Slowly, her finger swiped across the screen, and she put the phone to her ear.

The second she did, her dad’s voice boomed through the phone, even though she wasn’t prepared for the intensity.

"Saryn!" Thierry’s voice was loud, but not angry—more like concerned with a hint of amusement. "Where have you been? What’s all this I’m hearing? The internet’s on fire right now, and I get no heads-up from you?"

Her heart skipped a beat. "Dad, I—"

"Listen, I know you didn’t mean for it to get out this way. But you’ve got to talk to me, Saryn." Thierry’s voice softened, but there was still that fatherly tone. "It’s been a lot, huh? Seeing your name out there like that?"

Saryn took a deep breath. "I was going to tell you. I swear. I just—I wanted to make sure this was real first. I didn’t want to rush anything." She glanced at Jules, who was watching her with a small, understanding smile.

Thierry paused, as though weighing his words carefully. "I understand that, sweetheart. I do. You’re my girl, and I want what’s best for you. But Jules Koundé?" He chuckled softly, a knowing edge in his voice. "You didn’t think I’d need to know about that one? The footballer who’s been turning heads for years? Not exactly lowkey, huh?"

Saryn winced, but her dad’s tone wasn’t scolding—it was more like he was trying to find humor in the situation.

"Look, Dad," she said, taking a steadying breath, "I’m sure about him. I wouldn’t bring him to you if I wasn’t."

Thierry let out a soft exhale, his voice turning gentler. "Alright, baby girl. I trust you. I know you know what’s best for you. But I will meet this man sooner or later." He let out a short laugh. "And Jules, he better be ready for me."

Saryn felt a huge weight lift off her chest, the tightness easing from her shoulders. She smiled, grateful for her dad’s unexpected support. "I will, I promise. I’ll bring him to you."

Thierry’s tone softened even more. "Take your time. I get it. But you better believe, when I meet him, I’m not holding back."

Saryn laughed softly, the tension in her chest starting to fade completely. "I’ll make sure you two have a chance to talk, I swear."

"Alright, alright. I’ll let you go for now. But I’ll expect a face-to-face soon, Saryn. I’m not getting any younger."

"I will, Dad. I promise." Her voice was lighter now, her hand clutching Jules’s as he gave her a gentle squeeze.

The call ended, and she let out a long sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing for the first time in what felt like hours.

Jules stood up, slowly making his way toward her, watching her closely. “You good?”

Saryn nodded, still smiling softly. “Yeah. He’s mad, but in a dad way. He’s… okay with it, I think.”

Jules smiled, his eyes lighting up with that same quiet confidence. “I’ll take that.”

Saryn leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Thanks for being patient with me, Jules. I didn’t mean to keep this from you, but… I had to be sure.”

“I understand,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. “And now we’re in this together. We’re gonna be fine.”

She pulled back to look at him, a playful glint in her eye. "Now that we've survived my dad... I think we might just be okay."

The call with her dad had left Saryn feeling a strange mix of relief and vulnerability. She couldn’t believe it. Her father, of all people, was understanding and accepting. But still, the overwhelming pressure from the world outside was starting to settle in her chest again.

Jules moved toward her, silently crossing the room, and knelt in front of her, his hands gently cupping her face. He tilted her chin up to meet his eyes, his gaze soft but intense.

"Saryn," he murmured, his voice low and steady.

She swallowed, her heart still racing, but there was something in his eyes—something calming—that made her want to listen.

Jules’s thumb gently stroked her lower lip, his gaze tracing the curve of her mouth. "Je suis là. Tu n'as plus à avoir peur. Plus avec moi." (I’m right here. You don’t have to be scared anymore. Not with me.)

She looked at him, her breath catching in her throat. The intensity of the moment was almost too much to bear. Saryn’s gaze flickered from his lips back to his eyes, her thoughts swimming. Her heart hammered harder against her ribcage, and before she could stop herself, she leaned in, closing the space between them.

Jules didn’t hesitate for a second. He met her halfway, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was slow at first, as if testing the waters.

But the kiss deepened quickly, the need to feel each other taking over. Saryn’s hands moved to his shoulders, pulling him closer, her fingers trailing down the muscles of his back. She felt his breath on her skin, the heat of his body mingling with hers.

Jules’s hands slid to her waist, lifting her effortlessly so she was sitting in his lap. She gasped slightly, the sudden proximity making her pulse quicken.

"Saryn," Jules breathed against her lips, his voice thick with desire. "Laisse-moi t'aider à te détendre, bébé." (Let me help you relax, baby.)

Her body responded before her mind could catch up, her hands sliding into his hair, pulling him closer as her kiss became more urgent. Saryn could feel her tension melting with every touch, every gentle but heated kiss.

Jules’s hands slid under her shirt, his fingertips brushing her skin in a way that made her shiver. The soft contact sent a wave of heat coursing through her, and she couldn’t stop herself from responding, her body arching toward him.

"Saryn," he whispered again, his voice a little rough now. "Laisse-moi prendre soin de toi." (Let me take care of you.)

She nodded, her head falling back against the couch as his lips traced down her neck, his hands gently pulling her shirt off, exposing more of her skin. The room seemed to spin as they lost themselves in the intimacy of the moment, the outside world fading away.

Jules’s kisses grew more desperate, more heated, as if he could feel the storm inside of her and wanted to calm it. His hands roamed, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. Saryn's breath quickened, and she could feel her heart race again, but this time it was for an entirely different reason.

Everything outside their little world, all the chaos, the stress—it didn’t matter right now. They were here, together, and that was all that mattered.

.☀️.

The golden morning sun filtered in through the sheer curtains of the penthouse suite. The room was still, wrapped in the soft hush of early hours, broken only by the faint hum of the city waking up below.

Saryn stirred slowly, curled into Jules' chest, his arm slung loosely around her waist. His skin was warm against hers, steady breaths rising and falling beneath her cheek. For a few blissful seconds, she kept her eyes closed, letting the quiet of their little bubble stretch just a bit longer.

Jules shifted, brushing a kiss into her hair, his voice gravelly from sleep. “You awake, mon ange?”

“Mmhmm,” she mumbled, voice low and soft. “Barely.”

He smiled, holding her tighter. “Good. Because I’ve been thinking…”

“That’s dangerous,” she teased, cracking one eye open.

He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Rude. But no—for real. Since… everything’s out now, I was thinking… maybe you should come to my next match?”

She blinked, pulling back just enough to look up at him. “Your match? As in… sit in the stands? In Barcelona?”

He nodded, brushing his thumb across her cheek. “Yeah. No sneaking. No hiding. Just you—being there. With me.”

Saryn hesitated, lips parting to answer but no words came out immediately. She bit her bottom lip, eyes flickering with uncertainty.

“I mean…” she began slowly. “That’s kind of… public, Jules.”

“I know,” he said gently. “And I get why it’s a lot. But you don’t have to sit in the middle of the crowd, you know. You can be in the family box. Private. Comfortable. And I’ll know you’re there.”

She exhaled, her fingers tracing lazy lines across his bare chest as she thought. It was tempting. The idea of supporting him, of being in the same space while he did what he loved. But it was also… official. Real.

He watched her closely. “You don’t have to say yes now. I just… I want you there. Every time I look into the crowd, I want to see you. That’s all.”

A smile slowly broke across her face—soft, sincere, and full of affection. “You’re kinda hard to say no to.”

His grin widened. “So that’s a yes?”

“That’s a yes,” she whispered, eyes gleaming.

He didn’t say anything. Just kissed her—deep, slow, full of gratitude and something heavier than words.

And maybe it was the tenderness in the moment or the heat lingering between them, but something shifted as he rolled over her gently, letting the sheets slip down her body. He kissed her again, slower this time, trailing his lips from her mouth to her jaw, then down her neck.

Saryn’s breath caught, fingers weaving into his curls as his mouth continued lower, whispering kisses across her chest, her stomach—worshipping every inch of her like she was made of gold and silk.

“You’re sure?” he asked, pausing, eyes locking with hers from between her thighs.

She bit her lip, nodding. “Yes.”

And then he disappeared beneath the sheets, and everything else—Barcelona, the fans, the headlines—faded away.

All that mattered was her. And him. And the way he made her feel like the only girl in the world.

[tallulahneale]

Title: You play too much

Pairing: Vince staples x fem!reader

Summary: Home girl who loves to get ate but doesn’t suckie suckie and wants to prove Vince wrong.

Word count: 1k

a/n: Where are all the Vince Staples lovers at?!?!

Tagline: “I’m not selfish”

Friday night and all the guys on your roster had served their purpose. Eating you out. You enjoyed it more than any other intimate act. So with nothing to do, you hit up your homeboy Vince. You and Vince go back since kindergarten, kinda drifted apart during high school but y’all reconnected during college.

You check the time, 5:18pm. “It’s not that late and chick-fil-a has drive-in perfect!” You thought to yourself. You reach for your phone to call Vince, he’s a homebody so you know he’ll be down to kick it with you.

*Ring ring*

“Hello?” Vince answers.

“Can you pick up some chick-fil-a pleaseeee? I’m peckish and bored.”

“Hello to you too nigga. Get you some manners”

You pause. You know he’s serious and you don’t like that.

“…”, ignoring what he said.

“… y/n, I know you can hear me” he continues, sounding unbothered.

“I want ice tea this time please. Ohh and the new honey pepper sandwiches! Thank youuu”

“Why you always like this bruh? FYI, you need some salad in your diet…”

“Hey! Be Nice!”

“Says the person that can’t even say hello.”

This nigga always doing the most, you thought to yourself.

“You’re coming over anyway so I’ll say hello when you get here. Killing two birds with one stone.” You replied smartly.

“Whatever cuh, I’ll be at yours around 6.”

“Okay; thank youuuu! Byeeee!”

“See you so-“

*Click*

You cleaned up around the flat and went to freshen up. Changing into your nightgown, the one that kept granny pregnant and all her bills paid! It’s extra comfy and you didn’t want to tease Vince. Recently, he’s been calling you out on a lot of your bs and you didn’t want to hear it today. Plus you knew you weren’t going out, once Vince came you’ll probably watch movies till you fall asleep.

The buzzer rings and you press the intercom, already knowing it’s Vince. You look at your outfit one more time to make sure you look presentable.

*Knock knock*

You open the door and see the bag of food on your welcome mat.

“I know damn well he didn’t just drop my food on the mat like I’m a raccoon.”

Vince jumps out the corner, startling you.

“Vince! Don’t do that! You know how I be spazzing out!” You give him a hug, “How have you been?”

Vince picks up the bags and follows you in.

“I’ve been good you know. Just getting ready for the Black in America Tour and the new season of the show, you know the usual.”

“I hear that! I’m hella excited for all of it, you really deserve all and more!”, you beam.

“I really appreciate that and you too cuh. You the homie for real.” He said giving you a hug before settling down on the couch.

“You’re welcome. You can pick what to watch, I’ve just been watching re-runs and I’m bored of them too.”

“Alright, but don’t complain when I pick one of my favourite 80s show.”

You grab a plate and a tray for the food. Just as you set it on the table, you hear your phone ringing. You check to see Peter Peter pumpkin eater calling. Vince sees it too and shakes his head. “Here we go again”, you thought to yourself.

“Why are you shaking your head like that?” You ask, knowing he’s about to say the truth that you’ve been avoiding.

Vince stares straight at you with an unimpressed expression “Why you save his name like that?” He says.

“You know why V, don’t make me say it.”

Sometimes you feel shy talking about intimate things with him, maybe because you know he’s cute but he’s your homeboy and you want to respect that boundary.

“First of all, that’s weird because the story is about a husband whose wife cheats and doesn’t know how to keep her. Secondly, I’ve seen Marcus the muncher, Louis the licker and Simon the sucker all call you before. Y/N you are creative af but you’re still wrong for all that.”

“You bet not be judging me like you don’t have a list of girl names saved worse and anyway, why you be looking at my phone. Mind your business sometimes” you say, feeling heated and a bit embarrassed.

“I know you’re still doing the “get licked and get kicked” out. Selfish ass.”

“I’m not selfish!” You exclaim.

“…”

“… I’m not! Quit tryna get me to feel guilty. You know what, I’mma prove you wrong. Tired of you being all high and mighty.”

You go to sit down on the couch right beside him, staring shyly into his eyes. He looks back at you with an intense smouldering expression. You’re not sure what he’s thinking so you ignore it. You gently run your fingertips across his bare arms, tracing his veins which draw your attention more than usual. You wink at him again before looking away. You bend over, arching your back closer to his zip, slowly pulling down, you realise that his little big friend is awake. Just as you’re about to pull it out, you look up and whisper to him…

“I told you I’m not selfish.”

You smirk and sip your ice tea.

——The End——

[taysdorothea13]

happy birthday!!!! my birthday wrenny ask is how would wren react if she and taylor and travis got invited for one of travis’s teammates babies bday party? woukd she cling to him the whole time

thank youuuu !!

short answer, yes. long answer, she’s absolutely fascinated by the party. this year especially she’s really started to understand her own history and the events that led her to taylor. she knows that somebody loved her once, that once in his past she had two parents that had birthday parties for her and got her everything she wanted, but then her mom died, and her dad… well he just couldn’t stick by her anymore. she doesn’t remember her parents, doesn’t even really remember the first couple of years with timothy and adrianna, and it’s not to say that being at a baby’s birthday party makes her uncomfortable… but it makes her uncomfortable. she knows that she didn’t have a fourth or fifth birthday party because nobody loved her again yet. she doesn’t know if maybe timothy and adrianna had a third birthday party for her, she doesn’t know what her first birthday party theme was, or if her mom spent hours finding the perfect dress for her just like travis’s teammate did for his own kid, and that really weighs on her. she’s beyond excited to be there, she’s beyond excited to get to celebrate somebody else, she loves loving other people and showing other people that she’s loved, but… it’s also a lot for a eleven year old to take in that so many kids have all of this (balloon garlands, and a million presents, and hugs and kisses and love) and she had broken bones and bruises and a dead mom and hell. she’s fine for the first hour, obviously clinging to taylor or travis — whoever can give her more of their attention — but then she catches a glimpse of the baby and the babies mom just dancing in a corner, in their own little world, and her entire attitude shifts and the next thing travis knows is his sweet girl is pulling at his hand, eyes wide and glassy, and her lips are trembling. and she asks him why there were so many years of her life when nobody loved her, and god how does anyone answer that question? especially when the one asking is an eleven year old girl that’s been hurt in the most unspeakable ways. travis and taylor sneak into a guest bedroom (with permission from the host) and it’s not the place to have a big conversation, but it gives wrenny the chance to breathe without a million eyes on her, and travis asks if she wants to stay, which she doesn’t because again, baby girl will do anything just to make sure other people know that they’re loved and she doesn’t know this baby, not well anyways, but she knows how much it would mean to her if anybody had shown up for her between the ages of two and five. she clings to travis for the rest of the party. like refuses to be put down clings to him. she’s definitely too old to be getting held and carried around, but he knows she needs the affection she never got, and he’s more than happy to be there for her when the reality of her situation starts to set in. taylor keeps her eye on wrenny the entire party, but she has to respect and trust that travis can handle this. wrenny doesn’t want her, probably because she knows taylor can’t hold her the way travis does anymore, and she has to be okay with somebody else being a support system for her daughter now too. when they get home it’s just endless praise and soft reassurance, and as taylor is saying goodnight, wrenny thanks her for loving her and taylor has to close the door before she’s crying in front of wren because she still cannot understand how anyone could be so cruel to someone who is so beyond pure and sweet

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Headcannon:

Say Erik is in a relationship and reader is the toxic baby mama ( let’s switch it up a bit ) 🤣

“Erik your baby mama is calling your phone again.”

Erik turned his eyes away from the TV for the fifth time. He was spending some quality time with his new girlfriend when Y/N decided 10 pm was the perfect time to call. He dropped off their son hours earlier and got into a heated argument because Erik finally confessed to having a new special someone.

“Are you gonna answer it, E?”

“Aight,” Erik exhaled frustratingly, “I’ll be back.”

“Don’t take too long!”

“I won’t,” Erik stood up from the couch, bending forward to plant a kiss to his girlfriend’s cheek, “Refill my glass of wine for me, baby.”

Erik strolled away and into the kitchen, hoping that he was out of ear-shot enough to talk to Y/N. Sure enough, she called again and Erik slammed his thumb down on the green button to answer her call.

“What the fuck is it?” Erik questioned with an abrasive tone.

“Who are you talking to, Erik? Don’t talk to me like you ain’t got no sense!”

Erik shut his eyes to calm himself.

“Why do you keep blowing up my phone, girl? I told you I got company—”

“I don’t give a fuck about that bitch. I need you to send me some extra money so I can finish school shopping for Jr. I wanna get him some more shoes.”

“You know we could have had this conversation another time, right?”

“Erik, I don’t care about your little girl friend. If I feel like calling you at 10 pm about your son then that’s what I’m gonna do.”

Erik glanced over his shoulder to make sure his girl was decent. She was so patient with all of this. Any other girl would have gone running but she stuck beside him.

“Aight, Aight. I’ll send you more money. I gotta go.”

“Look at you tryna rush me off the phone. Whatever, Erik. I’ll come pick up the cash tomorrow.”

“Can’t I just send it to you,” Erik rolled his eyes.

“No. You know I prefer cash.”

No. You just wanna see me.

“Whatever. I’ll be here. Text me and let me know when you show up.”

Erik hung up before she could even say a word.

—————-//—————

Y/N approaches Erik’s door with their son’a hand in hers. She was looking sexy with her hair, nails, toes, and lashes. Y/N always looked bomb. She knocked on Erik’s door since she lost key privileges and Erik opened the door shirtless. He looked very annoyed with her being their until his eyes dropped to his son who he scooped up into his arms.

“What’s up boy?! I missed you! Is that a fresh cut?! Lookin’ all sharp like your dad!”

His son smiled with his missing two front teeth. Erik kisses his forehead before stepping aside to allow Y/N to enter…and enter she did. She had a purposeful switch in her hips that made that ass bounce. Erik stole a glance at what used to be his and could be at any given time.

“Where you goin?” Erik asked with an elevated brow.

“Nowhere. Where’s my money?”

Erik kissed his teeth, “On the table. Fuck is your problem?”

Y/N snatched up the money which was more than she needed. She’ll pocket the rest.

“Thank youuuu!” Y/N bat her lashes at Erik.

“Uh-huh,” Erik sat his son down, “we need to talk.”

“About?”

Y/N made herself comfortable next to their son with her meaty thighs crossed. She stroked the curls on top of his head while staring Erik up and down.

“Why do you keep messing with my girl? She said that she saw you in the nail shop earlier today and you cussed her out?”

“Oh,” Y/N examined her nails, “She kept giving me this look and I ain’t like that. So, I dug in her shit. She think she’s all that. You need to check her before I do and you know I’m good for it. I’ll wipe the floor with her fake ass.”

“No, you won’t. Don’t start no shit, Y/N. And what’s your obsession with her ass?”

“That ass is Miami bought.”

Erik chuckles despite his growing anger.

“I better not find out she been around my son, Erik. You better not be lying to me. I swear I’ll ring your neck.”

Erik mugged Y/N with his gold slugs on display.

“Fuck outta here. You got your money, why don’t you go ahead and shop while I spend time with my son.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, ignoring Erik completely and pulling out her phone.

“It’s not a request. I’m telling you to get your ass up—”

“Daddy! Language!”

His son looked up from his tablet at Erik.

“You’re right, little man, I’m sorry.”

Erik glanced at Y/N and motioned for her to get up.

“FINE. I won’t be long I know what I need.”

Y/N grabbed her purse and walked up to Erik. She folded her arms and stared up at him with amusement.

“How long you plan on entertaining this new hoe before you hit me up?” Y/N whispered.

Erik stared her down with low eyes. He wasn’t going to do it this time.

“We ain’t going there, ma.” Erik said with a voice that wasn’t so convincing.

“You miss this, I know you do. It’ll only take so long before you realize where you belong.”

Y/N stood on her tip toes and pressed her lips against Erik’s cheek. She pulled away and dragged her hand down his chest before walking away and out the door. Erik released a long breath before joining their son on the sofa.

“Wanna watch Encanto?”

————////—————

It happened like she said it would. Erik was single again. His new girl didn’t like the fact that Erik wouldn’t let her meet his son so soon. Despite what Y/N thinks, Erik was very careful not to introduce his son to any other women so early. It had only been a month. Erik sat in his apartment after a busy weekend with his son at the Kidz Park. He was put to sleep and it finally gave Erik some time to relax.

So he thought.

A knock to his apartment door had him up and out of his seat, he strolled to the door and peeked through to find his baby mama standing there with his favorite take out food and a bright smile. Erik pressed his forehead against the door and contemplated on if he should let her in.

“Erik! Open the door! Come onnnnnn.”

“Why should I? So you can get on my damn nerves?”

“I got your favorite! Come on, daddy!”

“Y/N,” Erik spoke with warning, “don’t you got better shit to do?”

“I could be doing you right now but you keep playing.”

Erik shakes his head. He straightens his back and opened the door. Y/N was wearing those tight black shorts he liked with a white cropped tee. She had her nails and toes matching with hot pink acrylic and she smelled amazing. She didn’t tear her eyes away from Erik in a pair of gray sweats and shirtless with that sculpted body.

“You tryna tell me something, baby daddy?”

“Are you coming in or not?”

She kissed her teeth, “move your strong ass out the way and maybe I will.”

Erik couldn’t keep the glare in his eyes off of Y/N. Everyday it’s a new issue with her. A week ago he had to check her about spreading lies to her peoples about them getting back together. Three days ago she cursed him out about having a new girlfriend. Today he didn’t know what to expect.

“You can leave the food and bounce.” Erik said.

“I’m staying the night. I want some dick.”

Despite Erik’s annoyance, he laughed.

“You laughing, I’m serious. Would you rather I fuck some other dude?”

Erik cut his eyes at Y/N. She smirked at him.

“I’m not doing this back and forth with you anymore. It’s toxic as fuck.” Erik replied.

Y/N scowled at Erik.

“All we do is argue, Erik. Who doesn’t argue?”

“I can’t move on without you having a problem with every girl I end up with!”

“stop yelling at me, Erik. Not my fault you can’t get over me.

Erik counted off on his fingers, “one chick you showed up to my family’s and fought, the other chick from a year ago you keyed her car, and now I’m single again.”

“…I’m a changed woman,” Y/N said with a smile.

“Everything is a game to you,” Erik brushed past her.

Y/N grabbed the back of his sweats and yanked, stopping Erik in his tracks.

“Listen, E, I’m sorry, okay? I know I can be too much. I love you and I hate that you can’t stand being around me.”

Y/N blinked away from Erik to stare down at her feet with a solemn expression. Erik stood there watching her with an expressionless face, waiting for the water works.

“…I want us to be a big happy family. Jr would love that. We could all be together—”

“While you fuck your side dude whenever we have problems?” Erik said.

“I’m done with that!”

“No, you’re not. You just wanna have your cake and eat it too. I bet that nigga still hitting.”

Erik gave Y/N one last look before leaving her standing in the kitchen. He walked up to his door and opened it for her to leave. He wasn’t going to allow himself to fall for her ways again. It’s a habit that he needed to break. Y/N approaches him with sad eyes and an adorable pout. Erik didn’t even look at her. He refused to do it.

“I’ll have Jr. ready tomorrow afternoon. I’ll drop him off after I take him to my moms. Is that cool wit’ you?”

Y/N pressed her body against Erik’s and rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him with her big brown eyes.

“C’mon, ma. Time to go.”

She pressed her face into his chest and slowly started lowering to her knees.

“Y/N…chill out. Get up. I’m serious.” Erik spoke with a monotone voice.

Y/N hooked her fingers into the waistband of his sweats and started slowly lowering them. Erik finally dropped his eyes down to meet hers and she could see clearly that his defense was weakening.

“Still want me to go?”

Erik clenched his jaw when she kissed his semi hard dick.

“Huh? Still wanna kick me out?”

She dipped her head and opened her mouth, lips secure around his tip before maneuvering his dick into her mouth with no hands. Air escaped Erik’s nose leisurely.

“I can’t fucking stand you,” Erik snatched up her hair in his fist tightly, “I swear I can’t stand you.”

Door wide open, Y/N on her knees, Erik once again fell for his baby mama’s trap. The moment won’t last long. As soon as she’s done sucking his dick and fucking him, she’ll only piss him off and Erik will regret ever getting caught up with her for the hundredth time.

[writesvani]

why is no one ever talking about coming down??? its such an art, like more people need to read it!!!! the pain, the misery, the yearning, the longing, the bitchiness, the bittering, the love, RENNNNN!!!! ALL OF IT!!! WHERE ARE MY FELLOW LOVERS OF COMING DOWN????

OMG HIIII YESSS THANK YOUUUU finally someone said it��Coming Down is THAT girl. like where is the fandom appreciation thread?? the essays?? the fan edits?? the shrine??? the whole fic is pain and yearning wrapped in designer bitchiness and sprinkled with unhealed trauma and i'm living for it. RENNNN, MY DELULU BESTIE, MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT MENACE.

i’m 100% sure Coming Down is the best written fic out of all of my fics—definitely my personal fave. it has the depth. it has the dynamics. it has THE RANGE. i miss the Coming Down era soooo much, especially when i first started my blog and everyone was screaming about it with me. but then i started posting different stuff and people kinda migrated, which is fair… i guess.

the thing is, Coming Down just didn’t land with the jujutsu kaisen crowd the way i hoped. like… why? actually don’t answer that, i know why but i’m not emotionally stable enough to get into it right now. sips water dramatically.

do i regret not making it a tae or jk fic? maybe a little. i feel like ARMYs would’ve embraced the chaos better. BUT GOJO?? he’s literally perfect for the emotionally constipated leading man role. it was fate.

anyways THANK YOU for loving Coming Down. i haven’t forgotten about her—even if the hype’s quieter now, i’m still dropping a new chapter this week (!!!). and i might start posting it on ao3 too, even tho i have no idea how to use ao3… but i feel like readers there might actually get it.

also!! if you’re obsessed with Ren (which, valid), you should check out my Yoongi fic Say You Remember. it’s got similar vibes, a little less heavy, and fun fact: Chul from SYR and Ren are based on the same person soooo you already know you’re gonna love the chaos.

[lily-alphonse]

Could I get a Willy x Elliott?? I kind of See their relationship platonic bordering on romantic. Like some light teasing or playfulness, soft fluffy stuff. Willy being a little awestruck someone would want to hang out with a “tired old sailor like him”, and Elliott just appreciating someone wanting to hang out with him at all lol. Thank youuuu

I'm right there with you anon, I've always loved this ship. I call them Williott personally idk if they have another name.

My birthday was in July and what I requested from one of my friends was exactly this lol so you're in luck

Check out my dear friend @ao3-softwarecorruption-exe 's fic "Passing Time" (11,121 words, rated T)

It's a beautifully heartwarming tale of two loners finding meaning in lifting each other up. Elliott is a struggling artist, whose need to achieve perfection is eating him alive. He's as tumultuous as the ocean.

Willy is, solid, dependable, perhaps the only man who could weather Elliott's storm. But he's an old man who's deluded himself into thinking his lonely life is perfect just the way it is.

Their conversation is witty and so in-character for them. The rough emotional beats are heart-wrenching. The humor had me giggling and kicking my feet.

It's so good I highly recommend it, tell him Lily sent you! I'm so happy with this gift fic I just don't think I could write it any better myself.

This ask is a part of the (now closed) SDV Rarepair Challenge! Check out the other answers here, and make sure to boost your favorite so it can appear in the final fic poll! More info on that here.

[ddeongies]

OH YOU DID NOT TWEET THAT PICTURE OF RYU AND THEN REFERENCE IT IN THIS CHAPTER. I HATE YOU SO MUCH. THAT TWEET SENT ME INTO A FUCKING CRISIS AGAIN FUCK AHHHHH. 

“Also, feel free to pull my hair if you want. It lets me know I’m doing a good job.” - this line is fucking feral. so many lines in that section are insane in the best way possible. 

i’m gonna go kms now after reading the smut part holy shit. you also really do have such a talent for writing asking for consent in like the sexiest way possible. truly. 

this chapter was a perfect mix of smut and cute little relationship things. i love how much pining yeji does this time around. yes nmau yeji, ryujin’s whisker dimples are killers. i think yeji is also learning that when rye gets comfortable with those she cares about, she gets giggly and excited and becomes the little shit we all know and love. i love that you added that in here too. their little interactions in the snow and then valentines day not date were so cute. it sounds like they’re getting closer and closer to the same page, one of them just needs to bring up the conversation of making it an official relationship. i can’t wait to see when and how that conversation happens and who makes the first move being that vulnerable. i don’t wanna yap too much but i am really enjoying this. you definitely put a lot of thought and care into your writing and it really shows. 

keep up the good work! 🌼🖤

here lemme just bring them back since i'm answering this so late :P just so everyone knows what you're talking about 😇

the “pull my hair” line is insane i’ll admit it LMAO but i can’t control her??? she does what she wants? nmau yeji is sweet and soft but she has a feral side too (that we only get to see a little bit of bc the fic is rated M 😁)

and thank youuuu i feel like there are so many ways to write explicit consent and keep it hot, it’s a mandatory part of smut for me tbh (even in choreo when they had a bit more of a gray area going on i swear it was there)

yes! the main point of this chapter is the start of this new phase where they’re doing this pseudo FWB, pseudo unlabled relationship thing. like sometimes it’s gonna be steamy, sometimes it’s gonna be sweet, and it’s always gonna be a little bit overwhelming 

and GOD i love ryu when she’s hyper and giggly and mischevious and all that i’m so glad we’re getting to see more of her in nmau at this point :)

hopefully you will like the payoff bc we’re slowly but surely getting there! 

[dontforgetoctober3rd]

Life Eternal (chapter 2)

This is an HOTD fanfic based off *another* fanfic, Second Sons by @avengingangelfanfic

Read the beginning here: Chapter 1

Rating: T for language, mentions of violence, alcohol consumption, mentions of arranged marriage (nothing else I think warrants a legit warning other that my writing is corny af. Like, I'm not being self-deprecating here. You might roll your eyes right out of your head lmaoooo)

Word count: 2900

Author's Note: Yes, I shoehorned even more videogame references in this one..... One of the names Jacaerys is called I pulled from Fallout: New Vegas and Catelyn's previously unnamed dragon is also from Skyrim, like her brother's.

Disclaimer: The events in this fic are NOT canon to the canon events of AvengingAngel's story! It was just an idea bouncing around and I asked for permission, which was graciously given (thank youuuu), to put it in words. Gif credits for any gifs used will be in the images themselves. With that in mind, thank you for reading.

Faceclaims:

Daemon Targaryen- Aemond as portrayed by Ewan Mitchell, except without the missing eye and his hair in a single ponytail

Royce Baratheon- King Edward from The Last Kingdom, as portrayed by Timothy Innes

Alphonse Baratheon- Osferth from The Last Kingdom, as portrayed by Ewan Mitchell

Catelyn Baratheon- Gemma Ward, circa 2023

King Jacaerys Targaryen- Aragorn as portrayed by Viggo Mortensen (Just imagine him with slightly grayer hair after the timeskip in this chapter lmao)

Daenerys Targaryen, granddaughter of Jacaerys- Marienne Bellamy as portrayed by Tati Gabrielle in season 4 of You (She literally has the perfect hair for this imo)

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18 YEARS AGO…

The dragon pit buzzed with the huge crowd, everyone gathered to hear the new King speak on what the next step would be. War, surely. 

Jacaerys felt like a boy of fifteen again, his fear causing a bitter taste in his mouth, making his chest thump with anxiety.  His face remained blank, but inside, he was screaming and scared.  How pathetic, he thought.  He was King now and he was afraid, so very afraid.  

It had been a fortnight since the loss of his mother and Daemon.  Since his entire world had collapsed and the Crown Prince had made way for the King he apparently now was.  Days of investigating and hearing all of King’s Landing grow more rage filled by the hour.  Only five days since the funeral.  King Wait-and-see, they had begun calling him.  Others whispered the cruel moniker “King Craven”.  Or so he had heard.  The people were angry, that much he was certain of (Mostly due to the fact that no news had yet been relayed as to what the Crown planned on doing to avenge Queen Rhaenyra and her Lord Hand’s deaths), but Jacaerys wondered…how angry were they with him?  A truly distraught son would be chomping at the bit for revenge, he thought bitterly.  Instead of lingering about, doing what felt like nothing. 

It was his queen who soothed him, quelling his dragon fire.  Baela reassured him that only a few loud voices were the ones branding him with disrespectful names, that the majority of the smallfolk supported their new ruler and were just anxious for an answer concerning what was to come.

Well, they would have their answer now, Jacaerys thought.  

Still, he hesitated.  

Would they really fight for him?  Would they love him as much as his mother and Daemon?  He felt such a heavy weight in his heart despite Baela’s fiercely reiterated beliefs over these last few days that the people of Westeros would follow their King to the seven hells, if need be. “I certainly would.” She had said, clenching his face and holding his gaze with those blazing eyes he loved oh so dearly.

 The crowd continued their murmuring.  Jacaerys let himself gaze over them for a moment.  His mother always seemed to know just what to say, what to do, in any situation.  How could he possibly measure up to her?  To Daemon?  More than anything, he wished he could ask them for advice, but they were no longer here to give it.  

Aemond, newly made Hand of the King, along with the rest of the Targaryens, stayed behind at the Red Keep and conferred with the war council, seeing to it that Jacaery’s orders were followed.  Only Baela came with Jacaerys to the dragon pit.

It helped his crippling feelings of inadequacy, to have her here with him.  No other could possibly know, could see him as the terrified man he currently was.  Especially not his own son, Aemon, now first in line for the throne.

Raising a hand to silence the crowd, King Jacaerys Targaryen stood for a few minutes until the murmuring and whispers died down to nothing.  Then he spoke.

---------- STORM'S END, PRESENT DAY----------

Every member of the royal family was making their way to the Red Keep for the nameday celebrations of Aegon the Elder’s twins. Daenerys, Aemon’s daughter by his sister-wife Daella, had stopped by Storm’s End the first week Daemon had been there (she was returning from Dorne).  In that week, dinners had been full of laughter and jokes. 

Daemon felt lighter and happier than he had in months.

“Your mother cheated whenever she trained with your father.” Daenerys had told him over dinner one night.

“No!” Daemon cried.  He was just recovering from laughing at the story of everyone spying on Aemond while he asked for Lyanna’s hand.  “What happened to the ‘ absolute paragon of honor’ that I kept reading about in every damned history?!”

“Your mother was as honorable as they come, but the cheating in the training yard?” Royce said, ever so slightly drunk. “Oh, she resorted to that every chance she got.  I would too, to be honest BUT she was an honorable lady, I promise you!”

“Hmm, certainly wasn’t very honorable of her to toss a book at our Lord of Driftmark and give him a black eye.” Daenerys added, slicing into her lamb. Royce spit his wine laughing.

“WHAT?!” Daemon cried.

“Grandsire told me.  When Lyanna carried your sister Catelyn, she was rather quick to burn.” Daenerys said with a sly grin.  “Oh, our Aemond had to take her dagger and sword away.” 

“Whatever happened to that dagger?” Daemon asked.  He silently pondered for a moment, the boisterous humor in the atmosphere having been immediately replaced with a relaxed nature as desserts were brought to the table.  No one was uncomfortable at this.  They were family, after all.  

“Alphonse has it.” Daenerys looked to Daemon.

Daemon was frozen. No…Alphonse would have told him so!  Wouldn’t he? Then again, he had never thought to ask of it himself.  How could he fault his nephew for his own inaction? 

Daenerys continued “Of course, if grandsire had not decreed to leave you alone  concerning stories of your parents, I’m sure he would have told you.  Alphonse is the type to have informed you the moment he himself knew.”

Oh…oh, of course.  The decree. 

“If you will both excuse me, I think the ale did not agree with me.  I will retire for the night.  Daella, will you join us hunting pheasant tomorrow?” Royce said, swaying as he stood but still somehow in possession of enough of his faculties to speak coherently. 

“I am Daenerys, my lord.” came the response, with a chuckle. 

“Oh!  So you are.  My apologies!” Royce burped and quickly begged their pardons.  An attendant hurried to his side to escort him to his chambers.

“Unfortunately, though, I must away to King’s Landing tomorrow.” Daenerys said, as Royce was led away.  “Pressing matters to do with my works in Dorne.  I fear my horse might run away without me if I stay longer, she is not fond of storms.”

“Oh, very well!” Royce called from down the hall he was led in.  “I shall see you at the nameday hunt in a few weeks time!  Daemon, I shall see you tomorrow!”

“You knew all this time, that Alphonse had my mother’s dagger?!” Daemon accused, once Royce had gone. “Why on earth would he tell you about it?  It doesn’t seem like information that is of much use to you.”  Annoyed, he jabbed at his slice of sweet cake.

Daenerys raised an eyebrow.  “Why are you irritated with me?  I’m not the one in possession of it!” 

The dagger was not the main issue, Daemon thought.  The fact that Daenerys knew his nephew had it…not many knew that, he was sure. Why in the seven hells would a dagger, even one belonging to his mother, be a regular topic of conversation? A great deal of time would have to be spent together for the subject to even come up casually.  And why had she come to Storm’s End before King’s Landing? She did not answer to orders from Lord Royce and she was not particularly close to him.  Nor had she known Daemon would be there…

Daemon rolled his eyes and continued to eat his cake.  The two Targaryens slipped into a comfortable silence but Daemon’s mind was restless.  He had learned so much of his parents these past few days.  Their courtship made him want to tear his hair out.  How could they not have seen it for so long?  It was maddening…and somehow, it was happening again. 

Alphonse and Daenerys pined for each other.  He was sure of it. Yet, both refused to give voice to their desires and become officially betrothed.

 Before, Daemon had been content to leave them be, confident that they would eventually sort it out themselves.  He had confronted Alphonse about it several times long ago and each time his nephew had insisted he would resolve the issue himself.

 Daemon had never confronted Dany about it, he’d sooner fight his dragon naked.  Others did not know who the object of Alphonse’s affection was and simply took this to mean Alphonse was nervous around maidens.  

“Do you…are you fond of men?” Daemon had asked him once, before he understood the situation.  Alphonse had buried his face in his hands. 

“No!  If I were, I am certain I would not have the issue I do now.”

And so Daemon had listened as Alphonse poured out his heart, lamenting the fact that Daenerys would never be with him because she had vowed she would never marry again after the death of her husband.

Daemon contemplated his plan of attack on the matter as Dany excused herself from the table to go to sleep.  

Everyone was approaching this all wrong, he thought.  They were hounding Alphonse to find a bride but since no one but they three knew he was in love with Daenerys, none of them had even approached her to make a move.  It was clear what the solution was: the prospective bride herself would have to ask for the hand of Alphonse Baratheon.  Propriety be damned. 

Daemon made the decision then: when he would leave in a few weeks, he was determined to go straight to Daenerys and inform her that she must ask his nephew to marry her. To do so here in his good brother’s home, Alphonse’s own father,  would be terrible manners.  They’d already be stomping on tradition enough as it was, no need to add to it.   He suspected Catelyn would foam at the mouth with rage that her son wasn’t the one doing the asking, but that did not matter.  What mattered was love.  Real, true love.  Like the one his parents had shared. No one, not kings or lords or ladies or thousands of years of precedence, should stand in the way of that. 

----------KING'S LANDING, ONE MONTH LATER----------

The mostly empty dragonpit upper chamber echoed with the rumbles of Caraxes and Alduin, Catelyn’s fearsome jet black dragon, stomping off to the caverns below. 

Jacaerys stood a ways near the entrance doors, smiling at his cousins’ arrival. 

It had been a month since Daemon had gone to Storm’s End.  He would return in time for Jahaerys and Jahaera’s nameday celebration in one week, Catelyn and Alphonse choosing to go directly to King’s Landing to save themselves a trip and to deliver results of their negotiations in Braavos. 

“Your Grace!  I am famished for a genuine Westerosi lemon cake!” Catelyn declared, marching over, already undoing her braid.  Alphonse followed beside her, laughing.  “Our Braavosi allies, seven help them, do not have the slightest clue as to the proper ratio of sweetness to tanginess that a well made lemon cake should have,” Catelyn complained. “I almost fumbled our trade deals, having to suffer eating such bland pastries.” 

“I appreciate what you have endured to gain good prices for our people, cousin.” Jacaerys joked, accepting Alphonse into a hug and then Catelyn.  “Aegon will certainly appreciate it, I know.  He is having the time of his life, planning this upcoming hunt.  Claims it will rival the one for his second nameday!”

“How would he know how lavish it was?” Alphonse asked.

“I certainly don’t remember my own second nameday.  Perhaps he should plan my wedding, when I have it.  Please ask him for me, cousin.” The three made their way out of the large building, guards waiting outside with an open, topless carriage.

“Firstly, records of such events exist. Secondly, Aegon is like to have an apoplexy if Jacaerys asks that of him.” Catelyn said, climbing in first with the help of a guard.  “Being Master of Revels here is his true calling. Far too many Lords and Ladies to host for him to go gallivanting off elsewhere to plan a wedding.”

“Mother, you only say that because you have had my wedding planned since the day I was born and do not wish to be usurped from further preparations.” Alphonse grumbled.

“Hmm..” Jacaerys looked to the skies, Catelyn and Alphonse stopping their bickering for a moment, looking in the same direction.  A swift, vibrant white dragon was flying towards the open nesting grounds a little ways south of the city.  Daemon had come. 

Jacaerys climbed into the wagon next, sitting in front of Catelyn.

“Has he written?” Alphonse asked, finally climbing in last and seating himself next to his mother, looking to Jacaerys as the wagon began to move.  Guards on horses flanked both sides, trotting in pace with it.  Catelyn continued to look at Parthurnaax fading into the distance.  

“Not one raven, but Lord Royce has. He assures me the talks were pleasant..mostly.  Daemon was eager to know many things.  They went for a great many walks and had countless dinners running late into the night.”

“No doubt Royce will follow soon after on horseback.” Catelyn said, giving a small wave and smile to the people.  Many had now noticed the wagon containing the King driving by.  “My husband never was fond of traveling on dragonback.  The war was the only time he mounted Alduin with me.  I fear it may have ruined his experience with flying.”

Jacaerys nodded with a smile.  He knew Catelyn was avoiding it, talking of Daemon and the questions he would have of Aemond and Lyanna for all of them when he got to the keep.  No matter.  He would not force things.

“Now father is coming, perhaps you and him can see to the matter of arranging a marriage for me at-” Alphonse began, before abruptly being cut off by Catelyn.  She held up a stiff finger in his face. Her own parents had been a love match and she was determined that each of her boys would have the same fate. Her youngest, Orys, had already married.  Her other two sons were currently courting twin daughters in Dorne, grandchildren of Prince Doran.

“You are four and twenty. You will find your bride to be on your own.  How can you expect to be Lord of Storm’s End one day if you cannot even do this?” Catelyn scolded. “If we choose one for you, she might be the wrong fit.  The Stormlands would suffer if their Lord is too busy preoccupied with the conflict of a sour marriage.  No, you will do this yourself, Alphonse.”

“Mother, but I need-”

“Alphonse, Orys chose Margaery Tyrell himself, despite other maidens flocking around him.  I suspect he will become a father before the year is out.  You will make your own match. This matter is closed.”

“But Aemon had his marriage arranged! So did Lady Rhaena with Lord Lucerys! I don’t see why-”

“I do believe the Lady has spoken, Alphonse.” Jacaerys said, in a now stern tone. Alphonse looked to him pleadingly.  

“Cousin, please.  You could-”

 “Each Lord’s and Lady’s habits are their own.” Jacaerys said, cutting him off.  “I trust each of them to run my kingdom well and I will not interfere unless it is to avert disaster or right egregious wrongs, as is my duty.  You being too nervous to approach a prospective future wife hardly qualifies as a matter that needs my attention.” Jacaerys shrugged and waved to the smallfolk lining the streets. “Especially when you have three brothers who could take up the mantle of Lord…should you fail in your responsibilities to marry and sire heirs.” 

That final admonishment had its effect and Alphonse nodded in a defeated manner.  Jacaerys acknowledged his response, continuing his waves to the people of King’s Landing.

It never ended, this guiding of the younger generation, Jacaerys thought.   At 15, he could barely make his own brothers behave. Much yelling had been used at the time.  Now at 60, he seldom saw the need to raise his voice in court or around family. He corralled and kept his loved ones in line with such an ease he was sure his late stepfather would have been impressed.

As the wagon slowed coming into the Red Keep, Catelyn hopped off immediately, irritated.  Jacaerys bade Alphonse to stay a moment. “You are a handsome man, able with the sword and skilled with the bow.” He began in a low voice, only for them two. “You ride Caraxes.  You are kind and quick to make a joke.  Whatever could you possibly think is counting against you in finding a bride?” he asked, a hand on Alphonse’s shoulder. 

Alphonse mumbled something Jacaerys couldn’t quite hear. 

“Come again?” 

“...I said…the fact she does not wish to marry, for one…” Alphonse managed to say, barely loud enough to hear.  He was still looking anywhere but in the eyes of his King.  

Jacaerys paled.  Alphonse could only be speaking of one person.  His only granddaughter by Aemon, Daenerys…the complete opposite of her namesake in attitude, who declared every chance she could get that she would never marry again, no one would make her. Already widowed at eight and twenty, with no dragon and no children…Gods be good…

“Oh, does he know now?” came the voice from the gates.  Jacaerys and Alphonse snapped to attention of the speaker.  There stood Daemon Targaryen, windswept and grinning ear to ear.  

“Uncle!” Alphonse cried, leaping from the wagon.  Jacaerys smiled at the two reuniting, still in quite a shock at the recent development. Why on earth Alphonse thought springing a betrothal on Daenerys through him would work…It was beyond all sense…

The upcoming hunt was sure to be interesting.

CHAPTER 3

[petrichor-idyllic]

And just because I love your writing and definitely love Minho I would like to make another request (yes your personality now is to make Minho x fem!reader stories sorry :) ). So it's bonfire night and reader gets kinda drunk being somewhat flirty with Minho and when the bonfire is over Minho takes her to bed safely so she doesnt get taken advantage of some drunk boy and she confesses that she feels safe with him. Thank youuuu :)

Oooo yessss. This is right down my alley aha. I guess writing for Minho really is becoming my thing. Not that I'm complaining since I've been in love with him since I read the books when I was like twelve. That being said, I have a list of other characters I will write for pinned on my blog :))

UNDER THE INFLUENCE

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, some suggestive language and actions, teenage drink and dumb drunkenness.

Greenie Day has always been your favourite time of the month, even since you experienced your first day in the Glade.

Because it meant it was Bonfire night. It's the one night that everyone let loose a little bit. Under the night sky with the burning flame dancing and people enjoying themselves.

It was rare for people to have a break during the month, so you're not the only one who impatiently waits for the next day a scared Newbie shows up.

And now, it's even better. The boys were getting used to you and you them, earning a mutual respect where you aren't as scared to have some fun.

"Yes!" You exclaim, punching the air in celebration as the empty cup lands on it's head, beating Gally who is just hairs behind you. Claps and cheers from the small crowd of observers break out as Gally has to down another glass of his mystery liquid.

You'd been playing some dumb drinking game with a fair few boys for a while now. The faint buzz of the alcohol sinking in feels good, and you know Newt's nearby to step in if he needs to.

It's nights like these where the Glade doesn't seem so bad. Sure, the Maze is shit, but the Glade is like a mini heaven slapped right in the middle. When things goes smoothly, you really don't mind living there.

You fake bow, chuckling to yourself before you fistbump Gally, showing some true sportsmanship.

You continue playing some games, including a game of truth or dare, which ends up with Frypan sitting on the floor with no shirt on and you having to down an entire glass of moonshine.

"Okay, (Y/N), truth or dare?" Clint asks you between sips of his own drink.

"Hmm, truth."

"Ugh, again?"

"There's no way that I'm taking dares off of you slintheads."

"Okay, okay, uh," Clint thinks for a second, trying to think of a question, "Okay, I got one. Who, out of everyone here, do you think is the most attractive?" The boys seem to perk up at this question, all eyes falling on you.

You have an answer. Of course, you do. But you're not gonna answer.

You give Clint a smirk before taking a swig from your glass, silently forfeiting and earning a series of growns.

Subtly, your eyes wander last the group you're sitting with and over to the Runners. They normally sat on the outskirts of the group, and tonight isn't any different. They didn't really involve themselves with the events of the party, preoccupied with thinking and talking about the Maze.

It makes you feel bad for them. They sound all day, everyday out there and then they come back and can't get it out of their heads.

Which sucks for you because the answer to Clint's question is Minho.

The man is drop-dead gorgeous. He's athletic, quick, witty and respectful. You always find yourself staring when he comes back to the Glade- the sweat makes his already tight shirt stick to him, the harness exaggerating his features, his hair is always perfect to the point of it almost being comedic the casual glances he throws your way make butterflies form in your stomach. Not to mention, he's always been respectful, even jumping to your defence when the other boys try taking things too far.

It's not like you'd never spoken. You'd had a couple of brief conversations and you liked talking to the Runners- you seemed to brighten their grim days.

Someone sitting next to you suddenly clicks their fingers in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance. "Hello? You in there?"

"Sorry, what?"

"It's your turn to ask a question."

"Oh, right, sorry," you fake laugh, "totally zoned out there."

The drinking games continue, and by the end of it, you are drunk. You don't normally drink this much, but you've been having fun, so you lost track of yourself, and with Newt too distracted to stop you, you've slightly overdone it.

The light from the flame stretches in front of your eyes as you sway slightly. And all it takes is one glance at Minho for the liquid confidence to take over.

You strut- sorry, you attempt to strut over.

Minho has been left to his own devices, the other Runners have probably called it an early night, and no one else has approached him yet.

"Hey," you basically flop onto the log next him and he immediately raises an eyebrow, smirking slightly at your drunken state.

"Hi?" It comes out as more of a question, his natural curiosity taking over.

"You know," you slur slightly as you lean forward on your knees, "we don't speak very much."

"Yeah? Well, I'm a busy guy."

"Yeah, but it sucks."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"Because we don't speak? Duh." A smile slowly creeps onto his face.

"I didn't know you wanted to speak to me so bad," he takes a sip out if his own drink and you watch as it leaves his lips and settles between his legs as his arms loosely fall between them.

"Yeah, well, you're hot, so," you drag out the 'o' sound and Minho sits there in some form of confusion and amusement.

You think he's hot? The only girl in the entire Glade thinks that he's attractive? That's got to be a flex if he's ever heard one.

Of course, Minho was just as bad as every other straight boy in the Glade- he's attracted to you. Unlike the other boys, he's respectful and keeps his distance. Even now, he's treading on thin ice, and he can tell you're under the influence.

Drunk words are sober thoughts and all, but he's not about to risk something you'll regret. He's smarter than that.

You take a swig from your glass, your lack of sobriety causing you to not even pay attention to Minho's lack of response.

"Okay," he leans over, taking the drink away from you and making you whine, "I think you've had enough."

"What?" You move towards him, swiping at the glass, which he moves behind him and above his head, completely out of your reach. "Give it back, Minho! You can't yell me what to do!"

You pay little attention to how close he is, too focused on retrieving your questionable beverage. But that doesn't mean Minho does. You're half sat up, nearly sitting on his lap as you lean forward, you shoulders almost connecting.

"Absolutely not," he puts his hand on your collarbone, careful with the placement as he pushes you back down and away.

"You're drunk."

"And?"

"You're too drunk."

"No, I'm not."

"You just called me hot."

"You're hot sober, too."

Minho snorts. Like, he actually laughs. There's no way this is happening. You're going to be kicking yourself in the morning, that's for sure.

"You're gonna regret this," Minho warns you.

"Why? You scared you'll have some fun?" You attempt to make a suggestive face, which comes across poorly. It just makes Minho hold back a laugh.

"We're not having any fun. There's no way I'm letting you do something you'll regret."

"Who says I'll regret it?"

"You, probably, a few hours from now."

"Find. Shuck you, then," you stand up dramatically, "I'll flirt with someone else then."

You walk away, not giving him a chance to say another word as you approach the closest Glader.

He can't hear what you're saying due to the chattering buzz that surrounds the Bonfire. But he watches as the other boy lets you hit on him, something you're doing in a very poor attempt to make Minho jealous.

It doesn't make him jealous. Well, it kind of does, but he can see what you're doing. More than anything, he's concerned. If you keep this up, you're going to get yourself in a very uncomfortable situation.

So when the Glader rests his arm around your waist, Minho is left with little choice but to act. He's on his feet fast, storming over and grabbing your wrist.

"Hey! What are you doing-?"

"Come on, I'm not watching this klunk," you let him pull you away from the dude. Minho leads you away, having to slow down slightly to make sure your drunken dumbass doesn't fall over.

"Changer your mind, pretty boy?" You coo, and he rolls his eyes, not even glancing at you.

"No." He's blunt. Understandably so.

He practically drags you to your hut- it's essentially a couple of twigs tied together with cement and rope. It was thrown up in a couple of days due to your unannounced and shocking arrival. Alby thought it wouldn't be a good idea for you to be out in the open in a hammock like most other Gladers. The only real requirement for the Builders was a locking door.

"Where's the key?" He says after trying your door.

"Huh?"

"The key? For your hut? Where is it?"

"Huh? Oh! Oh, okay," you've probably got the wrong idea about what's about to happen here. He wants to take you to bed. You want to take him to bed.

You fiddle with your jean pocket, pulling out an iron and slightly rusted key, which Minho basically snatches off you before kicking the door open.

Once you're inside, you grab his shirt, giving him no time to respond. "I knew you'd cave," you mumble, thinking that you're victorious, only for him to grab your arms and direct you towards the bed, pushing you and forcing you to fall backwards.

You screech, hitting the old mattress with a heady thud.

"Okay, sleep," he demands, pulling the covers from under you and making you fall again though you're quick to sit up straight.

"What? No! I don't wanna sleep- unless you-"

"Sleep. Now."

You groan, flopping back, your head fortunately hitting the pillow. He takes this opportunity to pull the blankets over you, tucking in the sides the minimise the chance of you moving again.

"You've gotta sleep this off, dude, this is concerning."

"But I'm still wearing my shoes!" You drag out the final word and Minho pauses, grumbling to himself.

"You gotta be shucking kidding me."

He moves the bottom of the blanket, untying your laces and struggling to get your boots off. You try to help by kicking them off, but it really doesn't do much.

"Okay," he stands up straight, "bedtime. Go to sleep."

He goes to leave, planning to lock the door behind him and then to just slip the key back under the door.

"Wait, Minho," he huffs,looking at you over his shoulder.

"What?"

"Thank you," your voice is quiet and suddenly he knows he's talking to you. "You make me so... safe. Thank you for protecting me."

Out of everything you've said and done in the past hour, that's the comment that almost makes him blush. He lets out a content sigh before offering you a soft smile- a gesture that few people get to see.

"Yeah, whatever," he manages to get out, "sleep."

The door slams behind him, and he does exactly what he intended to, leaving the key for you to find in the morning.

The walls begin to spin as you lay there, groaning into your pillow. You quickly start to wish you hadn't drank so much.

You don't remember when you fell asleep, but your head spins as you rise from your slumber. Your body hurts, but you're pleased to find yourself in your own room with little to no information of how you got there.

Your eyes fall to the key sitting on you floor, not that far away from the door.

"The hell..?" You stand up, swaying slightly and reaching for the wall as a wave of nausea hits you.

You struggle to pick up the key, but slowly, the pieces fall back together. It takes about fifteen minutes, but your brain manages to put the story back together.

"Oh, shit," you rub your face in your hands, sitting on the edge of your bed, cringing at yourself and not daring to leave just in case someone saw or heard how you interacted with Minho.

But you have to leave. You also play a role in the Glade, and you have to go to work.

Shit.

Eventually, you force yourself to get ready and head out. You let the shower wash away last njghts events and head to your job.

No one seemed shocked that you were late, but they also didn't seem to know anything that happened, which at least meant Minho had kept his mouth shut.

You'd missed breakfast and were too queezy for lunch, so when dinner came around you ate as much as you could.

You're so focused on your food that you don't even notice the Runner approach you until it's too late.

Minho clears his throat, scaring the shit out of you and making you physically jump.

The second you look at him, your face starts to burn. Oh God. It doesn't help that he looks so good after returning from his days work.

"Hi," he grins at you, making you shift under his gaze.

"Hi," you spit out and he sucks in a deep breath to try and stop himself from laughing before he can get his words out.

"So," he clears his throat, leaning on the table in front of you from the side, so he's close enough for other people to not hear, "you still think I'm hot?"

You practically choke on your unfinished mouthful, trying to compose yourself but your burning ears and avoiding eye contact is enough of a giveaway.

You finally manage to speak.

"Shut the fuck up."

Another Minho piece so I can feed your guys' addiction. Sorry, this one isn't that long, but I felt like some light-hearted shenanigans were appropriate for this request. I know the plot is kinda vapid and not up to my standards, but this was fun to write.

Minho just laughs.

Hope y'all enjoy :))

[beyonddmythoughtssworld]

hi!! first off i absolutely love ur writing “take it out on me” is absolute PERFECTION!! i was wondering if u were open to writing needy/breeding kink Rafe smut where he’s absolutely insatiable come your wedding day and can’t keep his hands to himself all day? thank you if u decide to write!

mine forever | rafe cameron x reader

Summary: On your wedding day, you're the happiest you've ever been, even more so when Rafe makes it clear he's ready to start the next chapter sooner than later.

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, no condom sex hence breeding kink, needy/handsy Rafe, riding, 69, slight voyeurism, dirty talk, choking, spanking

A/N: Thank youuuu! 💕 Sorry for getting to my requests to late with finals and moving back home I’ve just been able to actually sit and write and oof did I enjoy writing this 👀 as you can tell by the word count i once again got a lil bit carried away 😭

You let out a deep breath, your best friend, who's also your maid of honor, doing the last finishing touches of your make up as you try not to cry when it hits you that in no less than two hours, you'll be Mrs. Cameron. Your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest, Rafe texting you late last night to soothe your worries.

Rafe: Don't worry about anything other than showing up. I have everything else under control

He'd been so attentive during the wedding planning that you're confident he knows more than you do what needs to happen for today to be perfect. But honestly, despite the bridezilla role you've taken over the last year and a half planning this wedding, you were too happy to even care about anything besides seeing Rafe.

Or, really, Rafe seeing you. Cause you're not one to brag but when Rafe sees you he's going to lose his fucking mind.

"You look gorgeous, honey," Your mom swooned from beside you, hands cradling her face as she looks at you with loving eyes. She'd gone past the point of stopping herself from crying. You get out of the seat, grabbing your mom's hands and kissing her on the cheek.

After a couple more compliments, your bridesmaids rush you to put on the dress, excited to see the whole look together. When you're done putting it on, you walk outside of the dressing room and motion for your best friend to zip you up.

The rest of your bridesmaids gasp once you place the veil on your head, getting your final look as the bride of the day. They all gush as they rush towards you, hugging you and complimenting you. You’re almost overwhelmed at all of the attention, having to remind yourself that this is your day with the love of your life.

“Okay, okay, we have to get out there so you can see the happy groom,” You friend muses, eyes radiating excitement. You take another breath. This is it.

“How do you feel?”

“Excited. Nervous. Like my heart is about to drop to my ass any second,” You answer your best friend, hands fumbling with your dress. At your movements, she grabs a hold of your hands and looks at you assuringly.

“You look beautiful. Rafe’s been making sure everything is perfect- everything is perfect. Trust me,” She squeezes your hand in comfort. “Nothing else is going to matter once you guys see each other.”

•••

You can’t help but giggle as you tap on Rafe’s shoulder, the taller man turning around instantly to look at you. You hear the camera go off, your photographer catching the first look, but your eyes remain on Rafe. Your cheeks are starting to hurt from the smile you can’t get to leave your face, and his expression once he sees you only makes your smile brighten even more.

Rafe looks speechless, taking you in as his eyes trail over you. He steps closer, taking hold of your waist and bringing you into him, eyes not leaving yours. Lightly gripping your waist, he pulls you into a heated kiss.

“You are gorgeous,” He tells you, pulling you into a few more kisses. He backs up, hands holding yours out as he continues to worship you, mumbling to himself absentmindedly. “What the hell did I do to deserve you?”

“You struck gold,” You playfully shrug, Rafe smirking in response.

“Damn right I did.”

“You look handsome,” You compliment, taking the time to check him out. Rafe's eyes darken, and you know you mimic the look of lust on his expression. “Like...really handsome.”

“Yeah?” He teases, pulling you back to him. He's about to kiss you when you hear your best friend call out as she walks past with a couple of the bridesmaids.

“Don’t ruin her makeup, Cameron!”

“Not yet,” He mumbles, eyes not leaving you. You flush, the all familiar look on Rafe's face signaling to you that getting through today untouched was going to be a job on its own. Not that you minded.

“I took photos of the first look, would you like to pose for a few more shots?” The photographer asks, blushing when you guys look over like she's embarrassed to have interrupted the moment.

"Of course, thank you!" You beam at her as you and Rafe get into different poses.

He keeps his hands PG-13 for the most part, only turning it up once you stand in front of him so the photographer can take a picture of him behind you with his arms wrapped around your front. He leans down to kiss the side of your head, the photographer snapping the shot.

He kisses right below your ear, "I can't wait to take a few pictures of our own."

•••

“Rafe, we’re about to tell everyone to get seated. You need to be out there,” You lightly protest as Rafe pulls you into one of the empty break rooms in the venue. After taking pre-ceremony pictures with each other's immediate families and closest friends, you took the time to look at how everything came together.

You couldn't have imagined it being more perfect. Everything you planned: every color, every decoration, every person; it was all there. Not a thing out of place. It was truly your dream wedding with your dream guy, and you couldn't be more excited. Rafe shared this same sentiment, only he was showing it in his pants.

Which led to him grabbing your hand suddenly, pulling you into the wedding venue and opening numerous doors until he found an empty room, wasting no time pulling you in.

“I will baby, just… just give me a few minutes,” He barely finishes his sentence before he's pulling you into a needy kiss. He's grabbing at everything he can get his hands on, settling on your ass and palming it in his hands to pull you closer to him.

You run your tongue across his lip, Rafe immediately granting you entrance as he massages your tongue with his, sucking on it at one point. He bites your bottom lip, pulling off with a pop as he walks you over to a couch. He sits you down, your dress immediately splaying out around you.

Rafe looks at it with a puzzled look, like how he was gonna maneuver around the dress was a calculus problem. You laugh, knowing the dress is puffy and would be more work to lift up than to simply take off. But you also don't want your dress on the floor, so you're conflicted.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” You warn your soon-to-be-husband. He scoffs, looking down at you.

“We both know I can. I'm just trying to find a way to go about this without ripping it off…” He trails off, seeming to remember he was on a time crunch. At that, he stands you back up, turning you around.

“Rafe..” You let out another warning, willing to kill him dead if he ruined this dress before you even made it down the aisle.

“Trust me,” He coos as he leans over, moving your hair so he can kiss your neck, your lashes fluttering in response. “I know you’re nervous about the ceremony, all of those people.”

He lightly pushes at your back, making you bend over on the couch, “Let me help ease your nerves.”

He crouches down behind you, grabbing the ends of your dress and pulling it up until it was bunched around your waist. He lifts the dress a little higher, nipping at the small of your back before he motions for you to help hold the dress up, taking place behind you again.

You feel his breath on you, your pussy clenching in anticipation when he slides your underwear down to your ankles, leaving them dangling around your heels. He spreads your thighs, immediately sliding a finger in.

It goes in easily, your slickness offering enough lube for him to slide another in shortly after. He fucks you with his fingers, you leaning forward to the back of the couch to hold yourself up once he finally puts his mouth on you.

A moan leaves you, and you bite your lip to not do too much to cause attention to the room. Rafe’s tongue is lapping at your folds as he eats you like a man starved. His hands come up to your ass, gripping and slapping at the flesh.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Rafe mutters as he pulls back slightly to rub at your clit, “Just for me, right?”

You moan, nodding your head, “Yes, only for you.”

He growls in approval, going back to licking you. The only sounds in the room are the sounds of his tongue mixing with your wetness and your soft moans, Rafe eating you out with such intensity that it was no surprise when your legs started to shake, your hands gripping the couch as you come on his tongue.

Rafe moans as you come on his tongue, lapping up your release before leaving a few more wet kisses. You feel him stand up, your ears ringing and mind foggy as he pulls your panties up with him.

He pushes your dress back down, straightening it out before turning you around. He takes a light hold of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. He pushes his tongue in your mouth, making you moan at the taste of yourself on him.

“Feel better?” He mumbles. You nod shyly, kissing his jaw as his arms circle you.

“Good, all I’m here for,” He sways you lightly for a few moments, just holding you with his head resting on yours.

Moments like this remind you why you agreed to marry him. One second he was all over you like a feral animal, but he always takes care of you after and isn’t afraid to show the soft side — the side that just wants to hold you close to him.

He let out a content sigh, kissing the top of your head a few times. “I’ll see you out there.”

He starts to walk towards the door, you stopping him by grabbing his hands and making him face you again.

“I love you.”

He pauses, a soft smile on his face now at your words as he pulls you back into him.

“I love you too,” His tone is sincere, as if the events of today are hitting him and he’s afraid if he speaks too loud he’d wake up from a dream. “Til death do us part, baby.”

••

The ceremony was absolutely amazing. You and Rafe decided to write your own vows, something that was nerve wracking for the both of you. To stand up there and bare your soul? But as you two stood across from each other, the rest of the room was empty as you looked at each other.

Rafe shed a tear as you told him how much you loved him and what he’s done for you in the four years you’d been together, you wiping them away only for him to return the favor when you practically bawled your eyes out once he read his vows.

Once taking post ceremony pictures, you change out of your wedding dress to your dress for the reception. You and Rafe make your way over to the dining room where everyone was waiting for the grand entrance. You were a little late to the call, Rafe too busy trapping you in endless kisses.

“You’re acting like we’ve never kissed before,” You tease, pulling away from him only for him to bring you closer again.

“No,” He protests, kissing your neck. “I’m acting like this is the first time we’re kissing as husband and wife.”

“And for the first time ever newlyweds… Rafe and Y/N!”

All of your friends and families cheered as you made your way out, Rafe squeezing your hand to remind you he’s there as you make your way further into the dining room.

The two of you take pictures around your cake, Rafe’s eyes twinkling because this was what he was looking forward to. As you both dig a fork into the cake and wrap your arm around each other’s, you keep eye contact as you eat the cake. Rafe has the same glint he’s had all day, slowly eating the cake as he winks at you.

You ignore how the man doing anything can result in you soaking your panties as you guys go around thanking everyone and mingling. He behaved the rest of the time, only slipping up during the dance.

You’d already had your first dance, the rest of the room joining you two for the rest as the two of you continue to sway, eyes locked on each other. His hands trail down to the top of your ass, and you give him a warning look.

He shrugs, pulling you in closer. He leans down, kissing you softly. The two of you keep dancing, but only slightly as you guys grow more and more entranced by each other.

“I love you more than anything,” He says suddenly, you sharing the sentiment as you gaze up at him. He hums, kissing you again. “I can’t wait until I can properly show you how much.”

•••

The two of you run to the limo, the crows cheering as they throw flower petals over you. The driver opens the door for you guys, Rafe letting you slide in first before coming in after you.

He immediately grabs you, pulling you into a few quick kisses, “We’re actually fucking married, Y/N.”

“I was there,” You mused, not able to take your eyes off your husband. Husband. Even thinking about the word was enough to make your heart feel as though it will beat out of your chest. “I can’t believe it either. Everything we’ve been through has just led us to this… I’ve never been more happy.”

“Everything was perfect?” Rafe asks, and you nod reassuringly knowing that was his main worry for the day. If it were up to him, you guys would’ve went to the courthouse cause he couldn’t wait to call you his wife. But he knew you wanted the big wedding, and whatever you wanted you would get. Forever.

“Everything. Except..” You trail off, Rafe’s eyebrows knitting a little in concern. You smooth out the wrinkles, sending him a teasing smile. “We should’ve planned out at least thirty minutes just for us. It was kind of hard keeping my hands off you today.”

He laughs, shaking his head at you before laying you back on the seat of the limo, hovering over you.

“We have a little time right now,” He said. “And the hotel for the next couple of days while we wait for the flight to the Bahamas. I think that’s more than enough time for you to put your hands on me.”

He presses his lips against yours, moving the sheer skirt so he can spread your legs to make room for him to lay down. You feel him harden, and too impatient to deal with taking your clothes off, you push him back until he’s sitting again.

You lean over, tugging at the zipper of his dress pants. He starts to protest, saying how tonight is about you.

“The whole day has been about me. You’ve done everything to make it amazing,” You respond, tugging the waist of his pants down with a little help from him, immediately taking his cock out of his boxers. “Let me take care of you.”

You wrap your lips around the head of his cock, sliding him into your mouth and down your throat as he lets out a strangled groan. His breathing picks up as he leans his head back, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

You start to bob your head up and down, spit trailing down and over his cock as you take him deeper down your throat. He starts to buck his hips up, making you deepthroat him. You press against his thighs, making him relax onto the seat so you can do the work.

“Just relax, babe,” You say when you pull off of him, stroking his cock with your hands. You look over at him to see him looking at you in lust, cheeks flushed. He grips your hair tighter, pulling you up into a messy kiss before leading you back to his cock.

You take him into your mouth again, not wasting any time before moving up and down. He starts to moan more frequently as he grows closer, thighs tensing as he grows closer to his release.

The limo stops, and Rafe is quick to pull you up, putting himself back in his boxers. He’s lifting up and zipping his pants just as the driver opens the door. The two of you thank the man, Rafe taking hold of your hand as he rushes through the entrance of the hotel and to the register.

You’re leaned against him as he asks the receptionist for the keys to the honeymoon suite, giggling as you grab him at him while he tries to control your hands. The reception, not shocked at all by your behavior, hands Rafe’s the keys.

The journey to the honeymoon suite was a mix of kissing, risky touches and damn near taking Rafe’s pants off in the elevator. You finally make it to the room, and it’s the first moment where you take a second to look at your surroundings. The room is gorgeous, rose petals leading to the bed as well as fake candles lit around. The lighting of the room was faded, making the glare of the sunset through the windows illuminate the suite.

Rafe turns you around, cupping your jaw to bring you into a kiss, “Welcome, Mrs. Cameron.”

“Thank you, Mr. Cameron,” You respond, Rafe grunting against your lips. His hands trail behind you, grabbing at the zipper of your dress and pulling it down until your dress pooled around your feet.

You step out of it, smirking at Rafe’s slack jaw when he catches sight of your lingerie.

“You weren’t wearing that earlier,” He notes, eyes still scanning you.

“Would you have let me leave the room if you saw me in this?” You ask sarcastically, Rafe still looking at you like you were a goddess.

“You wouldn’t have been able to fucking walk if I did,” He replied, pulling you into a hot kiss as he walks you to the bed. He pushes you down softly, your hands going to your bra when he stops them.

“Keep it on,” He gruffly said. Standing up straight, he undresses himself while looking down at you. His hard length stands proudly once he gets his boxers off, and he chuckles darkly at your expression.

He comes down, catching your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. He moves his hands until they were placed on either side of you. His tongue softly grazes your own, the two of you staying like that for a few minutes.

He pulls off, nodding his head to signal you to move up on the bed. He follows you as you climb back, heated haze on your figure as he settles between your legs. He grips your thighs, spreading them as he blew softly on your clothed center.

The cold air against your heat made you twitch, biting your lip as you look down at the blonde. He smirks, lips grazing over your panties before moving them to the side. His blue eyes darken as he sees your glistening folds, leaning down to place a light kiss on your mound while keeping eye contact with you.

You shudder, goosebumps rising on your thighs as Rafe continues to take his time. He lightly pushes his tongue onto your clit, massaging it before pulling his tongue away and french kissing your folds. You throw your head back in small frustration, pushing him back slightly before flipping the two of you over.

Rafe looks up at you with a mildly curious expression, caught off guard. Your resting just above his chest now, and you’re about to slide up when an idea strikes your mind. It was a position you know Rafe loves.

You turn over, now facing the bottom of the bed with your pussy directly above Rafe’s face. You lean down until your eye level with his member, kissing the tip teasingly as Rafe hisses and gives you a warning slap on the ass.

Rafe's moving your underwear to the side and putting his mouth on you in seconds, and you lurch forward at the feeling. He takes hold of your hips, steadying you above his face while keeping you down. Once you recover, you focus on making him feel good.

You don't waste any time deepthroating him, holding your head down as your throat contracts against his cock, making Rafe groan into your pussy. The vibrations made you moan louder, triggering more moans from Rafe as you guys continue to service each other.

He's rock hard in your hand, your juices dripping down his mouth to his neck. Rafe can't get over the feeling of you soaking his face, and it's no surprise when he places an iron grip around the small of your back to keep you down as he began moving his tongue faster and more deliberate.

Your moan comes out breathless as your head throws back in pleasure, mouth leaving his cock as you began to come on his face. The vibrations of Rafe groaning into you added to the waves of pleasure shooting up your body, and you hold his thighs to ground yourself.

Overloaded with pleasure and wanting to make him feel just as good, you spit on his cock before sliding him down your throat again. Rafe's knees lift slightly off the bed as he tenses in pleasure, and you bob your head up and down faster as Rafe begins to moan more frequently. He was growing close, and it drove you to suck his cock harder.

Once his leg started to twitch, Rafe lands a hard smack on your ass, telling you to get off and lay down. You pouted, but listened as you rolled off of him, Rafe sitting up so you can switch positions.

You're now laying under him, Rafe's hand going between your thighs to rub your clit with his thumb while he slides a finger into you. He watches your expressions of pleasure as he fingers you, only slowing his movements when he leans down to kiss you collarbone as he looks up at you.

“How do you want it?” He rasped, leaning back to stroke his cock above you. Your own hands come out as you trace his abs.

“I want to see you,” You whimper.

“Yeah?” He responds, tapping your thigh. “Move your panties, baby.”

You bend your knees, moving your panties to the side and spreading your legs. Rafe gives you a look of approval, running his cock up and down your folds before pushing into you. You hold your thighs apart, your grip tightening as your pussy flutters around his length.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Rafe groans. “And so fucking wet. Has my girl been needy all day?”

“Yes, fuck,” You raise your head up to watch as he enters you, Rafe starting to increase his pace. “Been teasing me all day.”

“You’re the tease,” Rafe retorts, replacing your grips on your thighs with his own. “Don’t know how hard it was not to fuck your brains out all day. Had to remind myself we were around family.”

“So fucking hard though. You looked so good,” He presses down more on your thighs so they're flattened against the mattress. “So beautiful. The fact that I can call you mine… fuck.”

“I’m all yours,” You agree, taking hold of his face as you bring him down into a incoherent kiss. “And you’re mine.”

“All yours, baby girl,” He nods against you, fucking you into the mattress harder as groans tumble from his lips. “No one- fuck just like that- no one makes me feel like you do.”

“No one takes care of me like you. Only you can make me this happy,” He continues, head tilting back in pleasure. “Can drive me this… fucking crazy.”

“Please..” You beg, not too sure what you're even asking for but knowing you need to feel more of Rafe.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me harder,” You whimper out, Rafe's eyes growing darker as he pulls out. Before you can even think, he's ripping the fabric of your laced panties in half, tugging them roughly off your legs. His hands move to your chest, ripping your bra from the middle and pulling you up so he can take it all the way off.

You fall back on the bed, Rafe following as he takes your breast in his mouth, sucking and biting on it before showing the other breast the same attention. He lines his cock up, pounding himself into you, moving his grip to your calfs so he can push them higher on the bed so you’re completely exposed and open to him now. He hits deeper in this new position, and you moan in ecstasy.

“Like that?” He murmurs, head dropping down to watch himself fuck you. “Fuck I can’t wait to fuck a baby into you.”

His words tigger an involuntary orgasm, your legs shaking as you bring your hands to grip his wrists as a way to ground you as you began floating. Rafe groans, fucking you through your orgasm.

“You like the thought of that? Of me filling you up,” He lets go of your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he leans over you, continuing to fuck you. “Want me to fuck my cum into you, baby?”

“Yes, daddy,” You reply instantly, bucking your hips up to meet his thrusts. “I can’t wait to have your kids. Plea- please fuck me.”

“I’m already fucking you,” He teased, leaning over and placing wet, lingering kisses on your throat.

“You know what I mean,” You whine, slapping at his shoulders before gripping them. “Please give me your cum.”

“Yeah? You want it?” Rafe grunts, and your eyes are squeezed shut in pleasure as you nod. Rafe grabs your throat. “Look at me.”

Your eyes open, seeing Rafe moving above you as he holds your gaze. His expression is heated, face flushed and sweat dripping down his forehead as he pounds his cock into you. He groans loudly, and you feel him release inside of you. The feeling of his warm cum coating your walls had you seeing stars, and your eyes roll back in pleasure as you come with him.

“Fuck- are you coming again?” Rafe asks when he feels you clench around him again. “My desperate little girl… you love feeling me come inside you much you can’t help but come with me, huh?”

You whine as you nod incessantly, hands gripping his shoulders tighter to bring him closer to you. Rafe loosens his hold on your neck as he kisses you softly. You whimper against his mouth.

“What is it?” He mumbles, looking at you with soft eyes. Your words are coming out a little jumbled together, Rafe kissing you again to calm you down. “Come on, baby. It’s okay. Tell me.”

“I want more,” You mewl, hands running up and down his arms, moving to his chest. You want to touch every part of him, feel every part of him.

“More what?”

“More cock, more cum, please just-” You begin to beg, your words coming out incoherent as you grow more desperate. Rafe coos at you, kissing your cheeks and the tears that started to form around your eyes.

“Shh, sweet girl. We have all night. I’m gonna fill you up until you’re leaking with my cum,” He promises, bringing you into a passionate kiss as you continue to run your hands over each other. You make out for a little, Rafe wanting to calm you down before you got too overwhelmed.

When you were ready, Rafe surprised you flipping the two of you over until you were straddling him. Looking down at him with a confused expression, Rafe raises up so he can grab your throat lightly, bringing you into a long kiss.

“I want to see you,” He repeats your words from earlier, smiling softly as he lays back onto the pillows. “Ride me.”

You start to move on top of him, Rafe taking hold of your hands to interlace his fingers with yours. You hold hands as you start to bounce on his cock, rotating your hips above him.

“Shit, you’re so good,” Rafe plants his feet on the bed, pumping himself up to meet your thrusts. His jaw clenches in pleasure. “Such a good fucking girl. You gonna take my cum from me?”

You let out a moan as you nod, “Want you to fill me up.”

“Damn, baby. Keep talking like that,” Rafe's head tilts back, eyes flittering shut. You bring your locked hands up to your mouth, kissing his knuckles as you slow your movements.

“Cum inside me,” You whine, Rafe's eyes opening to look at you with so much want in his eyes that it motivates you to move just in the way he likes. “I want it so bad. You always take c-care of me.. please.”

You fuck yourself on his cock, your grip tightening on his hands as you start to clench around him. Rafe can't handle the combination of your heat with your words, bucking his hips up more as he starts to come inside you. Your releases mix together, you moaning as you unlocked your hands from his.

“Let me ride it out,” You mutter, leaning back until your hands rested agains this thighs to use as support, rolling your hips. “I want all of it.”

“Fuck, baby,” His hands are gripping the sheets, Rafe lifting them up to leave a bruising hit on both of your thighs. “Milk my cock. Come on it one more time.”

Your mouth drops open, head throwing back as you come again, gushing around your husband's cock. You soak him in your juices, Rafe gripping your hips now to help you move once you start to falter, “I got you, baby. It’s okay. Just let go.”

As the last waves of you orgasm rush through you, you lean forward until your chest was pressed against his. Both of you are breathing heavily, Rafe running his fingers over your hair as he soothes you. He brings you higher, his face now at level with your chest as he kisses softly up the middle of it, across your collarbone before leaving tickling kisses on your throat.

You giggle as he kisses his way up to your jaw, looking down at him just as his lips aim to meet yours. The kiss is lazy and soft, your grips on each other tightening. Rafe lifts you, placing you on the side of the bed and kissing your forehead as he mentions a bath.

Within ten minutes, Rafe is walking back towards the bed and lifting you up bridal style off of it. Your head throws back slightly as you laugh, Rafe taking the opportunity to place playful bites on your neck.

You enter the bathroom, and you gasp once you see the roses placed around a huge bathtub, your favorite scented candle lit and soft music playing from Rafe's phone. He places you in the bath, the hot water doing wonders for your slightly sore muscles.

Rafe climbs in behind you, placing his legs on either side of you as you lean back into his chest. You rest there, Rafe placing light kisses on your temple as you play with his fingers. Rafe's kisses move closer to your face, pecking your cheeks.

“I love you. I love you,” He repeatedly stated as he continued to kiss you everywhere he could: your cheek, your jaw, your neck, back up to your temple again. You turn your head, puckering your lips up so he can meet you in another sweet kiss.

“Til death do us part, babe,” You repeated his sentiment from earlier, Rafe biting your lip as he pulls away.

“Til death do us part.”

[corroded-hellfire]

Hi love! I had an idea for a fluffy fic—either Steve or Eddie (your choice) scoring a date with long-time crush female!reader. He’s trying to plan the perfect date (favorite flowers, candy, etc) with the help of the kids (Dustin, Max, Lucas, & Mike). Thank youuuu xoxo -@munson-blurbs 💚💚

Hello, dearest Bug! I’ve never written for Steve before but I wanted to try it just for you! So, I apologize if it’s not the best, but I hope you like my attempt at a nervous Steve ❤️

Words: 2.3k

Subtle wasn’t exactly Steve’s middle name. He didn’t tip toe around subjects as much as stomp right to the point he was trying to avoid. So he knows that when he finally, finally, has the courage to ask you out, and you say yes, he knows he needs to enlist some help.

“I can’t believe you needed me to talk you into asking her out,” Robin says. “Since when is Steve Harrington afraid to ask a girl on a date?”

“This was different, Robin, you know that.” He grabs his time card and punches out for the day. “She’s not some girl who wandered into the store who I can casually ask out. I’ve been friends with her for years, and in love with her just as long!”

“How have you never asked her out before?” Robin muses as she goes through a pile of returned videos.

“When we met she had a boyfriend so I couldn’t do it then. After they broke up I was already too deep, so I was nervous.”

“I’d say I can’t picture that, but I saw you moments before you asked her out. Nervousness is not a good look on you, my friend,” Robin says.

“Thanks, you’re helping me out a lot,” Steve says as he slides his jacket on.

“Make good choices!” Robin calls as he walks out the door.

Steve gets in his car and taps his fingers along the steering wheel. The darkness outside made it feel later than it was. Winter making the days shorter, Steve felt like he’d need a date idea for something that could be done in the evening. It left out picnics and going to the park, which were some of his usual go-to date ideas.

He puts his car into drive and goes to the last place he thought he’d ever go for dating help.

“You what?” Dustin asks.

“Need your help,” Steve says through gritted teeth.

“With a date?” Dustin wasn’t trying to mess with him, just make sure he was understanding correctly.

“Yeah, man,” Steve says. “It has to be amazing.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?” Dustin asks. He watches from his place on the couch as Steve paces back and forth in front of him.

“Do you have any thoughts?” Steve asks.

“You do know most of my dates happen over a communication device, right?”

“Jesus Christ, Henderson, this is the last time I come to you for help.”

“Wait, wait,” Dustin says, holding up a hand. “She likes that one old movie they’re always playing down at the theater. Remember, she was upset because Charlie wouldn’t take her there?”

“He was an idiot,” Steve mumbles.

“You’re biased because you were in love with his girlfriend, but you’re still right. Total douche.”

“I don’t even know the name of that movie,” Steve whines, running his hands down his face.

“So ask Mike,” Dustin says with a shrug.

Steve stops his pacing and looks at Dustin, narrowing his eyes at the boy.

“Because he knows every movie ever made?”

“No, genius, because he just started working at the theater,” Dustin says.

“Shit, that’s right,” Steve says. He glances over at the clock. “He won’t be asleep right now, will he?”

“It’s eight thirty and we’re not toddlers,” Dustin says. “Yes, he’s awake.”

“Let’s go,” Steve says, clapping his hands at Dustin. “Move it, move it.”

“Why do I have to come?” Dustin complains even as he grabs his shoes.

“Because I said so, now let’s go.”

“You know, we could’ve called,” Dustin says as Steve pulls his car into the Wheeler’s driveway.

“Yeah, well, next time,” Steve says as he kills the engine and gets out of the car.

“Next time?” Dustin asks as he follows after him.

Steve rings the doorbell and it takes a few moments for Karen Wheeler to answer it. She looks surprised to see Steve there.

“Hi, Mrs. Wheeler,” he says.

“Hello,” Dustin adds with a wave.

“Hi, boys,” Karen says. “Are you here for Nancy?”

“Mike, actually,” Steve says.

“Okay.” Karen looks down at her watch before looking back up at the boys on her porch. “Make it quick, okay? School night and all.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Steve says with a polite smile.

“In the basement,” Karen says, hooking her thumb over her shoulder.

“Thanks!” Dustin calls as he leads Steve in that direction.

As soon as the door to the basement opens, they can hear Mike arguing with someone. Halfway down the stairs, Lucas’s voice rings back.

“No, it’s not. Why won’t you just listen to me? I’ve had a girlfriend longer than you have.”

“Yeah, and how many times have you guys broken up?”

“But we always get back together, don’t we?”

Steve rolls his eyes as his foot hits the basement floor. Is this really what his dating life has come to? Asking for the help of these squabbling children?

“Alright, break it up,” Dustin says.

“What’re you doing here?” Mike asks.

“Romeo needs some help,” Dustin says, nodding his head in Steve’s direction.

“From us?” Lucas asks, raising his eyebrows.

“I know, I’m stunned too,” Steve says with a sigh. “Listen, what’s the name of that old movie the theater plays some weekends? The black and white one? With that one actress?”

“Very specific,” Dustin mumbles, earning a glare from Steve.

“You mean Marilyn Monroe?” Mike asks, judgment dripping in his tone.

“Yeah, her,” Steve says, only getting more annoyed by the second.

“It’s called Some Like It Hot. Why?”

“Why do you think?” Dustin asks with a smirk.

Mike thinks for a minute before his own smirk slides across his face.

“Ah,” he says. “That big date of yours, huh?”

Steve groans, running a hand over his mouth and silently wondering why he became friends with any of these little punks in the first place.

“Why didn’t you just call Max?” Lucas asks.

“What?”

“You know they’re, like, best friends, right?” Lucas says. “She’s the person to ask.”

Steve walks over to the basement phone and dials Max’s number. A look of amusement is shared between the three younger boys at seeing how nervous and twitchy Steve is.

“Max? Hey.”

“Steve?” Her voice sounds disbelieving.

“Yeah,” Steve says in the same tone one would say “duh.”

“What do you want?” It doesn’t come out harsh, just curious about the unexpected call.

“I need your help,” Steve says.

“With?”

“With my geography homework, what do you think?”

“Why does he go with sarcasm?” Lucas mumbles from over on the couch. “Does he not know Max can out-sarcasm everyone?”

Steve hears and flips him the bird.

“Oh,” Max purrs as she realizes. Steve swears these kids know just the right way to push his buttons. “And what information can I provide you with, Steve?”

“Just…anything,” Steve says in an exasperated tone. “I just want it to be perfect.”

Max is taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. This wasn’t Steve’s usual approach with a girl, and it impressed the redhead.

“It’s supposed to snow this weekend,” Max says. “She loves the snow. Take her out then.”

“Okay,” Steve says, nodding his head. “What’s her favorite flower?”

“I don’t know,” Max says. “Believe it or not, that’s not something we girls really talk about at our sleepovers.”

“Well, can you find out?”

“Sure,” Max says with a sigh. “Anything else you’d like me to find out, stalker?”

“Um.” Steve bites at his lower lip as he thinks. “Favorite candy I can buy her for the movie?”

“What movie?” Max asks.

“Someone’s Hot or something like that,” Steve says, shaking his head.

“Some Like It Hot?” Max asks. “Yeah, she’ll love that. Okay, I’ll talk to her at school tomorrow.”

“But don’t let her know I asked you!” Steve says.

“Relax. Some of us know how to be subtle,” she says.

“Thanks, Max.”

Max’s eyebrows raise as she’s not sure he’s ever said that to her before. He’s being weird about this whole thing, she thinks. But it’s a good weird. Different from just going on date after date with girls he doesn’t really care about. Max is impressed, though she would never tell him that.

“Don’t mention it.”

Steve leans against the hood of his car in the Hawkins High parking lot the next day, biting at his thumb nervously. He perks up when the bell rings and looks for the familiar flash of red hair in the crowd. She’s walking with El when she catches sight of Steve. Steve sees her say goodbye and head in his direction.

“You look like a creep waiting here, you know,” she tells him.

“You’re funny,” he deadpans.

Dustin, Mike, and Lucas come up to the car before Steve can ask her for any information.

“Am I driving all of you? Really?” Steve asks.

“You’re here,” Dustin answers with a shrug, as if that makes the answer obvious.

“Fine, get in. Max up front.”

Dustin whines about that, but Max just sticks her tongue out at him and climbs in the car.

Steve waits until he’s gotten out of the parking lot and into the heart of Hawkin’s suburbs before he asks.

“So? Get anything?”

“Of course I did,” Max says. “Sour Patch Kids and sunflowers.”

Steve nods, commiting the items to memory.

“How’d you do it without telling her why?” Mike asks.

“It’s easy,” Max says with a shrug. “Oh, by the way, did you hear they’re changing the flavor of the red Sweetart?”

“They’re what?” Dustin asks, affronted. “But that’s the best one!”

“It could’ve been worse, they could’ve changed the green,” Lucas says.

“Ugh, gross,” Mike complains. “The green one is shit. Orange is by far the best.”

Max smirks to herself and crosses her arms over her chest.

“And that’s how it’s done.”

Steve glances his eyes over at her and nods his head, impressed.

“You’re good.”

Everything was all planned out. The small bouquet of sunflowers, the bag of Sour Patch Kids in his pocket, and the weather decided to cooperate as well so there’s a lovely light snow falling outside. Steve picks out an outfit - after enduring teasing from Dustin by saying “you want us to do that for you too?” - of dark jeans with a soft gray sweater, topped with a light brown coat. He keeps raking his fingers through his hair, making sure every little piece falls exactly where he wants it to. Once he’s satisfied, he picks up the flowers and candy and heads out the door.

His hands are starting to sweat by the time he pulls up in your driveway. He gets out of the car and rings your doorbell, fidgeting with a button on his coat. You open the door and Steve feels the breath knocked out of him. Your smile, your eyes, your everything drove him wild. He would never get used to your beauty.

“Hi,” you say.

“Hey.” It comes out shakier than he intended and he internally curses himself. “These are for you.”

Your eyes light up when they land on the flowers and Steve knows he can die a happy man for putting that look on your face.

“They’re beautiful,” you say. “Thank you so much. Do you want to come in while I put them in a vase?”

“Sure,” he says. You step aside so he can come into the house, and close the door behind him. He follows you into the kitchen and his eyes roam over the interior as you fill a vase with water.

“These are my favorite,” you say of the sunflowers as you slip them in the water. You come over and press a kiss on Steve’s cheek, which just about sets him into a tailspin.

“Ready?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Steve says with a smile. He slips his hand in yours as you walk to the front door together. You gasp in delight as you step outside, looking up at the snow falling around you.

“I thought maybe I could park a block or two away from the theater so we can walk in the snow for a bit?” Steve says as he opens the passenger door for you.

“Oh, I would love that.”

The car ride is quick, but you fall into an easy back and forth, something you’re both familiar with after being friends so long. Steve was afraid he’d be too nervous to act like his normal self, but five minutes with you in the car and he feels as comfortable as ever.

He parks the car and you're quick to take his hand in yours as you walk towards the theater.

“Oh, I got you these as well,” Steve says, fishing the candy out of his pocket with his free hand.

“Steve! You’re spoiling me.” You slip the package into your own pocket and stop walking, holding Steve’s hand in place so he’s forced to stop too.

“Everything okay?” He looks at you in concern.

“It’s perfect,” you tell him. “All of it. But you know I would’ve just been happy spending time with you, right? Anywhere. Doing anything.”

Part of him knew that, but it didn’t mean he didn’t want to give you everything he could to make your first date special.

“I wanted to do this for you,” he says. “You deserve to be treated like a princess.”

The blush that coats your cheeks, Steve thinks, is the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

“How are you real?” you say, reaching up to poke the tip of his nose. He chuckles and squishes up his nose adorably. He can’t believe you’re the one saying that to him.

His fingers come to grip your chin lightly and he tilts your face up. Looking into your eyes for permission, he leans in until his lips ghost over yours. You lean in the rest of the way, arms coming up around his neck as your lips meet. Cold noses bump together which makes you giggle against his mouth. He smiles in response and rests his forehead against yours.

“How’d you know I always wanted to be kissed in the snow?” you ask.

“I didn’t,” Steve tells you honestly. “Guess I figured that one out on my own.”

[imagine--if]

Omg I am so happy someone is writing for Barry’s joker!! And you do it so well! 😍😍 maybe I could request a one shot where the reader is also in Arkham, but they specifically keep the reader and J separated so they never get to see each other. Maybe when Batman goes to talk to J, he mentions that he stopped by to see reader first. I could just imagine J being so jealous/ angry that he got to see her xD

A/N: Thank youuuu I'm LiViNg for Keoghan!Joker rn, so keep sending in requests! Or I'm open for random asks, ops and chat 😎 whatever you like hehe (I've got over thirty requests sent to me that I'm working on lmao, but I will get round to everybody, promise 💕)

Pairing: Keoghan!Joker x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Suggestiveness, the Joker being the Joker 🃏😜

Words: 582

The Batman's face is set, jaw locked as his dark eyes met the Joker's gaze on the other side of the strong glass that separated them.

"I want your perspective," Batman starts, a file in his hand. "On a serial killer."

The Joker hums, glancing at the files being slid over to him in mild disinterest.

"Thoughtful," he says with a smile. "A present?"

"I thought you'd be curious," the Batman responds, before saying your name. "I've shown her already. She found it creative."

A dangerous glint slices through the Joker's stare, and he grits his teeth as he grins, shaking his head.

"Mm. Well, that's not fair, is it? See, I never get the luxury of seeing my girlfriend. The guards, they don't wanna... they're avoiding mayhem. They know that if one's with the other, something might just... blow. You know?"

The Batman doesn't respond, but he knows very well what Joker's referring to. He knows that you two were separated for a reason. The Joker causes chaos wherever he goes, but when he met you, it was only another reason to go crazier. He's in love in a whole different way than your average couples are, madly protective and obsessive. He's killed for you time and time again, and he'll keep doing it, no matter where you are. Anything, doll.

So when you two were finally caught, and while J waits for the near, perfect timing to break out of the asylum, they make sure you're apart. Thinking it's a good solution to keep order and control in the madhouse, but really, all it's doing is driving the Joker increasingly frustrated that he can't see your pretty face every day, watch you shoot up buildings for the fun of it with him, chat with you and make jokes late at night, make out against bloodied walls.

Soon, he'd be able to grant his wish, but for now, the fact that Batman had seen you before he did was... a bad joke.

"It's going to happen sometime, though, isn't it?" Joker continues, cackling thoughtfully. "Queenie can't be kept in a cage for much longer, can she? Pretty girl..."

The Joker pauses suddenly, leaning in closer as he stares Batman in the eye. "What'd you talk about, hm?"

"This new case," Batman tells him, hesitating momentarily before adding, "I think she'd appreciate your perspective."

"No, no, she'd know my perspective," Joker says impatiently, his laughter more dangerous now. "Don't use my girl to try squeezing the thoughts out of me, you're better than that."

"I'm not using anyone against you," Batman replies. "This isn't about me."

"Here's an idea," Joker perks up, resting his head on a dry bloody hand. "She can tell me she'd appreciate my perspective herself, can't she? You give me five minutes with her, and I give you five minutes of killer to killer knowledge, huh? Fair?"

The Batman considers it, glaring at the Joker in annoyance. It's not a good idea, not at all, but he needs all the leads he can get at this point. You couldn't do much when you were confined in Arkham Asylum anyway, could you?

That's going to have to be a problem for after this case.

"Fine," Batman answers reluctantly. "Five minutes."

The Joker laughs, his grin widening. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it? So you... go get her for me, hm? You bring me my beauty, and I'll take a look at this new game you got going on."

[cherryxblossxms]

Hiya, Tarren 💜 how you doing? 😊

For the nsfw alphabet ask game mau I please request C, D, I, K & V with Nanamin and Diavolo?

(Ik those are a lot of letters so choose your faves honestly, cause I clearly cannot 😂)

Lots of love for youuuu~ 💕

Hello Venus my love 💜💜 im doing alright!! How about you? And haha its no worries, I'd love to do those letters for our favorite men! Thanks for submitting! Lots of love right back~

Going under a cut since I can't help but write long answers 😅 (each one is a full essay help) got a little filthy, don't mind me

[Minors/ageless blogs DNI]

Nanami Kento

C = Cum

Nanami enjoys cumming while inside, for sure. Of course, if you can get pregnant, he always makes sure to be safe when doing so and wears a condom; especially if he's still working as a sorcerer, if something happened to him, he doesn't want to saddle you with his child by yourself. He'll only go unprotected if you're trying to make a family or there's no chance of it happening and you both have been tested. Meanwhile, cumming on you is a messy business, so he'll save that for shower sex or if you’re really feeling dirty that evening. Texture/consistency-wise, it's a little on the thinner side, and may be a little bitter from his alcohol consumption.

D = Dirty Secret

Ohhhhh yes stoic, serious men hiding dirty little secrets is so good. I'm not sure why but for some reason, I imagine Nanami likes sniffing underwear. Or at the least, he enjoys pocketing it, maybe jacks off with it. If it feels like they're missing from your laundry, they may be hidden deep in his dresser drawer... I also feel like he'd be into voyeurism?? Nothing is hotter to him than your pleasure, and it's a different experience seeing someone else bring you to new heights.

I = Intimacy

Nanami is very intimate during sex. He loves holding your hands during lovemaking or when he's going down on you, making eye contact with you, kissing your neck and shoulders. He won't really say mushy things outright (maybe in the aftercare) but you can see the love in his eyes.

K = Kink

Oooh I definitely imagine this man has some deep hidden kinks. Shibari is my number one vote. It takes time, patience, skill, and it's an art form all on its own; this makes it perfect for him. Edging is another; he loves controlling your pleasure, knowing just how to break down your defenses and get you writhing for him.

V = Volume

I personally imagine Nanami to be on the quiet side in bed. He definitely seems like one of those types that grunts quietly instead of moans, and anyway he wants to focus on hearing the noises you make when he's fucking you. But if he's particularly worked up or you catch him off guard with a move, you might just happen to pull a quiet but gorgeous, deep moan from him.

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Diavolo

C = Cum

I think we can all agree that Diavolo has a major breeding kink. It's in his very DNA and the way he was raised, after all. He inherited/will inherit the kingdom from his father, and it only stands to reason he would need an heir to eventually pass it on to them as well. So with that being said, he loves to cum inside 90% of the time, even if it can't get you pregnant. But on occasion, when he wants to mark you or you're both feeling especially filthy, he likes to cum on you, like your chest or face. Texture/consistency wise, he has thick cum that slowly oozes, and thanks to Barbatos making him healthy meals, it tastes decent. And of course, he cums a lot hehe.

D = Dirty Secret

Hmm I'd have to say Dia might like being degraded??? He's such an upbeat, positive person, he's so powerful and intelligent, I'm sure the citizens of the Devildom are constantly singing his praises. So to have someone turn around and degrade him, knock him down a few pegs, it's incredibly titillating. Tie him up, deny him, while doing this and it's the icing on the cake.

I = Intimacy

Diavolo is a very intimate lover. The love in his eyes is clear as day when you two are making love, and he loves holding you in his arms, so cuddle fucking is sure to happen. He also makes sure to vocalize his love as well as covering you with kisses. He's definitely big into praising and complimenting you all throughout and right after sex, and he'll call you every pet name you can handle.

K = Kink

These are probably super common and overused (sorry), but here goes. As mentioned above, I definitely see Dia with a breeding kink. Besides that, size kink is also a definite, after all the man is massive and incredible strong. If he's the dom in the relationship and topping, he'll use his size to play you like a little toy. He'll be very into face-sitting/queening as well, being used for your pleasure gets him so rock hard and desperate. And as mentioned previously, degradation kink for the reason listed above.

V = Volume

I headcanon Diavolo to also be a grunter, but he definitely seems more vocal (we've heard the way he laughs, he doesn't hold anything back lol). He's a bit of a louder lover, his grunts reverberate through your body when he's railing you or vice versa. And when he moans, it almost rattles the room sometimes. He's not afraid of being loud (RIP Barbatos), he wants you to know just how much pleasure you bring to him.

Send me a character(s) and letter(s) from the A-Z NSFW headcanon list!

[jamcookies-bakery]

I have no clue if I’m requesting in the right place but I’m just requesting anything with Kiltz. There aren’t enough Kiltz fics out there and I’m desperate.

Maybe something fluffy during their final school year can be a bit smutty if you’re comfortable but I don’t mind either way.

🧡

Chefs kiss

Also I’m trying to do a new thing where like first person stuff is in italics and the rest is third persom so lmk if you like it or not also also I’ve always been homeschooled so idk how prom works so if I get stuff wrong pls forgive me.

Highschool sweethearts | f!reader

Warnings: fluff, slight smut (fingering and hand job)

Word count: 2k

Me and klitz have been dating for what feels like years, decades, i know him like the back of my hand, In reality though, it’s been a few months. Ive always been told to not fall in love while in school, with the classmates, because ‘it’s just puppy love’ but I truely think it’s different, ive never loved someone as much as him, and I’ve never been loved as much as he has loved me. It’s different.

Klitz and I have been planning on going to prom together for awhile now, and it’s fast approaching, tomorrow night, in fact, I already have the perfect dress, I’ve been sure not to drop any hints on what it looks like so it’s a surprise for him.

You start winding down for bed, I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow anyways, you hear the phone ringing, it’s klitz! You grab the phone and answer it excitedly

“hey baby!!!” He exclaims, you giggle

“hey hun, how are you?” You twirl your hair with your finger

“I’m good, I got Eli here with me”

“HEY (Y/N)!!” You hear Eli yelling in the background, you giggle

“hey Eli~”

“are you excited for tomorrow?” He asks, almost in a whisper,

“I ALREADY KnOW WHAT YOU TWO ARE GONNA DO” you hear Eli yell before making over exaggerated sex noises

“dude! Stop!-“ you hear klitz yell at eli “-…but are we??”

You chuckle at klitz’ comment

“maybe, I guess we’ll see” you can tell he’s smiling from through the phone

“I guess we will”

“well, klitz, I have to go to sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow though, lovebug”

he’s always loved that nickname

“okay, sleep tight, I love youuuu~”

“I love you toooooo” he makes some kissy noises before hanging up,

you lay back on the bed and hold the phone to your chest, god, what did I do to deserve him, he’s a fallen angel. You feel yourself drift off to sleep.

You wake to the sound of your alarm blaring, you look at the clock, you slept in,

“shit shit shit!” You jump up and rush to get your clothes and stuff on. You get to the kitchen and see breakfast cooked by a guardian

“thank god”

you sigh and stuff a few pieces of bacon in your mouth as you put some in your lunch box. You hear the school bus beeping and run out the door, yelling a few byes on your way out even though you know everyone must’ve left by now, just in case.

You get in the bus and sigh, all the stress seeps away as you see your boyfriend, klitz, and Eli, his bestie. You go to the two boys, klitz in one of the seats and Eli in the one behind him, they left a seat open for you, you plop next to your boyfriend, him eyeing you the whole time.

“Hey babe, you okay?” He asks as he puts his arm around you

“yeah I’m fine…I just slept in”

“really? Is it cause you were dreaming of me?” He says with a smirk on his face.

Yes, actually

“oh stop”

you playfully smacked his chest, he acts like I just punched him straight in the lungs, he’s so cute, but a weirdo, a cute weirdo.

(Time skip til your back home cause I have nothing of importance to write here.)

Jesus, if walking around school is this tiring in regular shoes then I can’t imagine how it is In heels, thankfully, we didn’t have time to buy heels, so I need to go in regular shoes anyways. Hooray. You slip into your prom dress, it’s big and red, and pretty, hopefully klitz likes it, I think he will like anything I wear though.

You wait anxiously on the couch for him, tapping your foot to almost a beat. Before suddenly, finally, the doorbell rings. your mom (or dad or sister whatever) opens the door for him, he nervously walks in and sees you, he covers his mouth in shock. You get up and go to him

“do you like it?”

You rock on your heels

“yes, you look beautiful”

he puts his hands on your hips, you smile

“thanks, you look good too”

he giggles and pecks your lips, he strokes the side of your face then you hear a car honking outside

“oh, we should go”

you nod and look back at your mom

“don’t drink, be safe, come home on time, you know the drill”

“of course, miss (y/l/n) I’ll take care of her”

klitz bows slightly at her before leaving with your hand in his. You get in the back of his chaperones car, he comes in after you, after both of you are strapped in he presses a firm kiss On your lips, after what seems like minutes of vigorous kissing from his end he pulls away.

“I wanted to be a gentleman in front of your mom, but holy shit, you look so hot” he says, you giggle breathlessly, he cups the side of your face

“I can’t believe your mine, your amazing”

you smile and kiss his lips once more

“I could say the same for you”

“impossible, no one’s as amazing as you”

“not true, you’ve never talked to yourself before”

he silences you by kissing you for the last time, you arrive at school. Both of you step out the car

“hey, klitz!!” You hear Eli, he runs over

“hey Eli” he says, hand wrapped in yours

“woah! (Y/n) you look hot!” You, klitz and Eli start walking

“that’s what I said!”

You giggle “boys, don’t make me blush”

“but your cute when you blush” klitz nudges you

“stopppppp klitzy” he chuckles.

You guys get to the photo booth, Eli goes off to try and find a last minute date, you and klitz step in the photo booth, doing a stereotypical prom pose, you stand with your back against his chest, he puts his arms around your waist, you accidentally brush your ass on his crotch, his breath hitches.

The picture is taken and the photographer urges you to leave, you start walking to the gym before klitz grabs your wrist

“hey…did you mean to do that?”

“Do what?”

He looks abit embarrassed, you didn’t even notice it, but that moment is probably never gonna leave his head the rest of the night

“uh…nothing, never mind”

you nod and keep walking, him trailing behind you. You get to the gym, music is pumping, students are dancing, and chaperones are chaperoning.

You pull klitz onto the dance floor, you dance on him, swaying your hips against his to the music. You pull his arms over your shoulders and lay your head on his chest, you grind your ass on his crotch, he holds back a moan, he leans down and whispers in your ear

“my love…please don’t tease me” you grin

“I’m not teasing, I’m dancing” you giggle.

He spins you around and puts his hands on your hips, his glasses are fogged up

“aww are you getting all hot and bothered, klitzy”

you press your chest into his, trying to get as much friction as you can, he places a firm kiss on your lips, you kiss for a few moments before you hear a teacher yelling for you two to break it up. You two pull apart from each other

he takes your hand

“hey, come with me”

klitz starts walking, gently pulling you behind him, he looks around and behind him a few times before going into a empty closet, he pulls you in behind him and closes the door. You two stare at each other for a second before you decided to close the gap in between you two, you pull him into a deep kiss, he Immediately kisses back.

he holds onto your waist tightly, he pulls away and gets to work on your neck, trailing kisses up and down it, sucking on some parts lightly, leaving small marks on it.

You moan and he pulls up and looks at you, he stares deep into your eyes

“what?”

“F-fuck it’s…(y/n) we can’t do this here” he breathes out

“n-no it’ll be okay, we don’t have to go all the way”

“I don’t want it to go like this, I want it to be intimate”

“well…maybe we can just..touch…each other??”

“…great idea” he kisses you again, this time more intense and passionate, his hand starts roaming your body, he pushes up the skirt of your dress and slides a hand in between your legs, rubbing your clit though your panties, you moan into his mouth.

He pulls away and starts kissing your neck, your hand reaches down and palms his bulge, he silently curses under his breath.

He puts his hand into your underwear, he lets two fingers slip into your heat, you lay your head on his shoulder, your moans muffle into the fabric. He pumps his two digits in you, slow and steady at first, you unzip his pants and slide a hand in them, trying to find his member, you stroke him through his underwear, he groans and thrusts his hips, trying to get more friction. He speeds his hand up, your a moaning and whining mess, it’s actually surprising he’s kept his composure this long, your finally able to slip him out through his underwear and pants, you use some of His precum to lube up his cock and start pumping him, going at the same pace he’s pumping his fingers in you, wanting to come at the same time.

He groans, you feel your climax approaching

“k-klitz are you close?”

“Y-yeah baby I am”

he starts rubbing circles in your clit, that sends you over the edge, you speed your hand up before releasing in his hand, he’s close behind you though, releasing in your hand. You feel your legs give out under you, klitz steadies you before you can fall though, he pulls you in a hug. You two pant for a second

“are you okay?” Klitz asks, in between breaths

“y-yeah, I’m good”

klitz sits you back on your feet before seeing your hand covered in his baby juice

“oh shit…um”

he looks around for something to wipe it off with, he finds a old rag the janitor uses to clean, he wipes your hand off with it before stuffing it in a place where hopefully no one will find it. He looks back at you and smiles, he puts his arms around your waist

“I love you…you know that?”

“Of course i do, I love you too”

he grins at the comment

“do you wanna just…go home?” He asks

“yeah…too tired to dance now” he opens the door for you, you walk out but then he picks you up bridal style, you giggle “

klitz! Put me down!”

“Noooo you said you were too tired”

“not too tired to walk!”

“Too bad” you two giggle to yourselves, you get outside

“oh…since it’s so early my ride won’t be back for awhile…we might have to take the bus”

“it’s fine, as long as I’m with you”

he sits you back on your feet but immediately takes your hand, you two walk to the bus stop and sit together, you rest your head on his shoulder and he pets the side of your head. He watches you, carefully examining every detail of your face, your eyelids, nose, lips, beautiful lips.

You two sit together until the bus comes, once it does, you get in first, klitz trailing behind you, there’s not very many people, you pay the fare and sit in one of the aisles together

“what’s the occasion?”

You hear someone ask from the aisle next to you, you look over, it’s a nice looking elderly woman

“oh we just-“ you start saying but klitz cuts you off

“we just got married”

he looks at you with a ‘please play along’ face, you nod and show her a ring klitz had given you before, it was just a promise ring. The lady smiles

“oh, young love, I remember when I was your age and I got married”

“oh, are you still married?”

“We were, until he passed on a few years ago”

you put you hand on your chest

“I’m so sorry”

you look up at klitz with sad eyes, he rubs the back of your head

“hey, it’ll be okay, this is our stop”

he says down to you, trying to be reassuring, you nod.

(Another time skip 😳)

you two make it to your house, you open the door carefully, trying not to make noise, you look around

“I think everyone’s in bed by now”

you whisper to him, you go in and put your shoes next to the door, he follows behind you, also taking his shoes off, he closes the door. You lead him upstairs to your room

“woah, you redecorated since I was here last time” he says

“well you know why I always wanna hang out at your house, I can’t redecorate there”

you giggle and pull him in another hug

“I would let you, if my mom did” he places a kiss on your head, you pull off him

“okay go sit down I need to change”

“uh…d-do you need me to leave?”

“No klitz, I’ll be fine”

you go to your closet and get a shirt you sleep in usually and some pajama pants, you also get one of the shirts you’ve stolen from him before

“I don’t have any pants you can change into, but I got this”

you Toss the shirt to him, he nods and takes off his blazer and button up shirt

“oooh lala, sexy man”

you tease, he laughs

“shut up”

you smile and take the dress off, slipping into the more comfy stuff you brought out. You and klitz lay in bed together, his arms wrapped around you and your head on his chest, he sits his glasses on the side table and you switch the lamp on the table off, he mutters a ‘I love you’ before falling asleep with you in his arms.