#I want to make domestic husbands content until my hands ache

[w13zhao]

Guess who's back with another WIP of these two?

Am I purposely making one for a specific day each month? Yes.

[peachymilkandcream]

More aphrodisiac with levi

Levi x Evelyn -> Burning For You

(A/N: This idea has been rotting in my mind for so long I cannot and now I have the perfect excuse to get it out and free it, just bear with me)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Now Petra was getting desperate, nothing she was doing stopped Levi's relentless attraction to Evelyn, at this rate she'd be pregnant in no time and even if they divorced after that he'd have to support the child and it would be over. She had to work fast, her advances had been bold but not bold enough. That was until she had overheard the gossip some of her friends were talking about.

"What do you think about it Petra?" One of them pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Huh? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention, what are we talking about?"

"The Captain, I overheard him talking to the Commander about an aphrodisiac." She giggles.

Another friend sighs. "Evelyn is so lucky, having a man do that to himself to make sure she had plenty of pleasure. And so handsome too... I'm so jealous."

Normally Petra would have burned with jealousy, but something in it intrigued her, maybe she had an idea after all. "Where would he get something like that?" She tried her best to keep her voice even.

"Oh yeah I remember where, why do you want to know?"

"You never know." The blush crept to her face, making the others laughs.

"Petra finally losing her innocence? About time."

Petra ignores the talk and laughing, her mind racing with ideas.

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The next day Petra clutches the paper bag to her chest, hoping no one would notice it and what she was about to do. It was late, she made sure that most of the staff had left so that no one would hear their passionate love making when she was through with him. He had already told her he planned on staying late to work on some other plans so she knew he'd be there.

She made his tea, looking both ways twice before downing the contents of the glass bottle into the cup. Her heart racing she brings it to him.

"Your tea Levi."

"Thank you Petra, you're dismissed."

She wanted to stay so badly, but she would spend a lot of time together in a short few moments. "Yes sir."

Levi took a sip of his tea, taking a moment to think about how it tasted a little strange, but he figured it was just his tastebuds acting up and continued to drink it. After a few minutes taking his jacket up as he started to feel himself getting warmer.

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Evelyn had wanted to spend the evening in bed without her husband present. Cuddled up reading a book had sounded like heaven, until he sent a message telling her to come spend the evening with him while he worked late. She had tried to refuse, but loyal as always her maids pushed and shoved her back into a little black dress and heels, refreshing her makeup and making sure she had her hat and gloves on.

She took a moment to calm her nerves before knocking on the door, it was just her husband, nothing to be scared of, right? The thought calmed her slightly, enough to knock on it. Oddly enough, Levi didn't answer, which never happened. Swallowing, she opened the door.

She could have never been prepared for the scene before her eyes. Levi had pulled off his shirt, sweat dripping down his chest while stroking himself. His eyes meet hers and his expression was nothing short of predatory. A fire burned those eyes, one she wasn't sure she wanted to get too near.

"Come here." It was an order, his hand never leaving his aching cock.

Evelyn softly closes the door, taking off her gloves and hat, coming closer and closer. "What happened? Are you okay-?"

As soon as she came within arms reach he grabbed her by the waist and bent her over the desk, banging her chin. When she tried to push herself up, he just pushed her back down even harder.

"Levi what's gotten into you?"

"Shut your damn mouth."

His erection pierced through her core in one movement, she wasn't wet, but the amount of his own cum and fluids eased the way. His groan sounded as if he was in heaven, just pushing in had made him paint her insides white. He had thought at first being able to cum would give him relief, but with the state his office as in, it had only made him want more.

His hand dug into her hair, grabbing it in his fist and pulling her head back to bite at her neck. Each thrust was reinforced with a slap to her rear, she hadn't done anything to warrant this rough behaviour, but he couldn't help himself, he needed to just fuck her hard. He was going to fill her until she couldn't take it anymore.

Her assets bounced, as surprise and initial discomfort gave way to her pleasure as moans spilled out of her. "Levi- Levi-"

Levi didn't care if she didn't mean it that way, but her moaning his name signified to him that she was his. "I love you- I love you-" She knew it, she had to know it, how much he cared for her. He loved her so much his chest hurt. "I'm going to breed you wife, give you the family you deserve."

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Petra hadn't meant to doze off, it had just happened, it was late after all and she had barely slept the night before. She didn't mean to, and now she rushed to Levi's office, her poor, sweet Levi, he was suffering and she wasn't there to offer up her body to ease his discomfort.

She heard moans as she rounded the corner, and knew now not to open the door when she heard it. However tears stung her eyes, she knew Evelyn had somehow outsmarted her once again. Frustration, sadness, and jealousy burned inside her until she could hardly stand it anymore. She ran home and never looked back.

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With one more grunt she felt Levi climax and finally soften inside her. She didn't know how many times they both came, she only knew how much of his cum she was leaking out steadily. She was beyond sore, but the one blurring thought besides weariness was satisfaction. Something about being worn out to the point of exhaustion was oddly enjoyable.

They had changed positions many times, but now he was just laying on her since they had switched to the floor out of comfort and access. Up close and without the haze of lust she could see the dark circles under his eyes, sympathetic to the core, she felt bad for her monster of a husband. Her fingers ran through his hair as he collapsed into sleep, and she could swear she saw the faintest of smiles on his lips. With a kiss to his forehead she muttered.

"Sleep well husband."

[theotheroccassionalfanficwriter]

THAT DRAGON ZHONGLI X BUNNY READER AAAAAA 😳😳😳 THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD, YOU A 5-STAR CHEF 🙏🏻

Can I request a continuation of that one-shot in which Zhongli & reader adjusts to a more domestic life after reader gives birth to their *ehem* litter of children? In addition to breeding kink, Zhongli also develops a lactation kink (*/ω＼*)

gordon ramsay ain't got nothing on me with that fic lmao(❤´艸｀❤)ψ(｀∇´)ψ Here you go, anon! Have some more dragon zhongli and bunny reader ╰(￣ω￣ｏ)

No children were neglected in the making of this fic lmao

The Sweet Marriage Life of a Horny Dragon and Gullible Rabbit

Summary: Mornings where Zhongli wakes up first, basks in the presence of his newly made family, and spending time with you are the best kind of mornings in his life.

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The best kind of mornings, in Zhongli’s most esteemed opinion, were the ones when the whole house was quiet. The steady breathing of your chest filling his ears, the morning cacophony of Liyue as it began its day slipping in through the windows and walls of your shared home, Qing Jīngshén Manor. Mornings like these are the ones he loved waking up to, he could spend a few moments basking in your presence and the warmth of his children surrounding the two of you.

Zhongli smiles and simply observes you and your five children. 3 had clear and distinct features of your Rabbit Clan whereas the other two had the familiar gradient of his dragon kind. Seeing all of you cuddling for warmth made his heart swell, he couldn’t resist giving you and the children kisses on the forehead.

He chuckles softly seeing his youngest,a rabbit, frown and curl up from the disturbance.

“Mnnn...go back to sleep” You mumbled, eyes closed as you gently turned over to nestle in Zhongli’s waiting arms.

“It’s time for breakfast” He replied as he gave you another kiss.

You kept silent, debating with yourself whether it was worth waking up for or starting the day a bit late would be more to your liking, “Let me sleep for another hour and I’ll suck your cocks after the kids get their breakfast.”

You didn’t need to hear his answer, not when you could feel the immediate bulge of his cocks pressing against you. You smiled and went back to sleep, knowing that Zhongli had gotten up to feed your children with the stock of breast milk you had produced the night before.

After feeding the children, it was time to leave the children in their playpen and wake you up. Smiles came easier to Zhongli when compared to the past. It was hard not to since the mere sight of you or the children was enough to make his heart burst with love and happiness. A soft call of your name and a sweet kiss to your lips were enough to wake you up.

You blink slowly, sluggishly looking at your husband and reaching for him. Zhongli moves closer and kisses you once more, both of you smiled while you kissed and simply enjoyed the intimacy.

“Good morning” You greeted him, eyes half-lidded from a good night’s sleep.

“Good morning” He greeted back and laid another kiss on your lips.

Kissing you had become Zhongli’s favorite modes of affection. One he had no shame in practicing in private and public. Be it a kiss to your cheek or to your forehead, or anywhere else, Zhongli had grown proficient in kissing you among other things. And right now as your hands trailed down his bare chest, resting on the hems of his pants, you gave him a trail of kisses and small nips that started from his throat down to his chest and stomach and ended at the visible tent from his cocks.

No matter how many times Zhongli had seen you take both of his cock at the same time, it never failed to make him more aroused. The sight of your lips lapping at his cock, almost gagging on it, the feeling of your tongue swirling around it, made him lose control.

Somewhere between giving his cocks kisses and your tongue licking all the precum, Zhongli found himself in complete control of your actions. His hips were roughly thrusting into your mouth, fucking it until tears fell from your eyes and the scent of your arousal filled his nostrils.

His cocks were bulging and hot, your moans created a vibration that only served to make the act more pleasurable to you both. You clung to his hips, opening your mouth further, a silent request to fuck you harder and Zhongli was never one to deny you such pleasures. So he grabs hold of your hair and began thrusting into your mouth pussy harder and faster until your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Drool dripped down the corners of your mouth as Zhongli spilled his thick cum down your throat until you couldn’t take it any more, you coughed out some of his cum, your ass unconsciously presenting itself to him, as you tried to stop your coughing fit.

Zhongli pats your back, chest rumbling as he positioned himself behind you, hand on his cocks. By the time you recognized the feeling of his cock, it was too late, your hole was already penetrated and you could only moan in pleasure, your tail twitching as the silk sheets rubbed on your sensitive nipples.

Your short moans with each thrust of his cocks only invigorated Zhongli, his fingers gripped your hips tightly, leaving bruises on your skin as his cocks repeatedly slammed inside your wet hole.

“I still-!” You moaned loudly as Zhongli’s hand squeezed your left tit, milk gushing out as he tweaked and pinched your nipple, “Noo~Ah! Don’t waste the milk~!”

Your words fell in deaf ears as you moaned and subconsciously adjusted your position to make thing easier for Zhongli, your hips swayed left and right, moving in coordination with his thrust to bring both of you to the heights of pleasure. His thick cocks scraped your insides, filling you to the brim until you could only cry for his cocks.

He whispered praise in your ears as he lifted you to his chest, he didn’t stop thrusting as he did so and soon enough you came on his cocks, milk dripping down your sensitive nipples. You sobbed as your body arched in pleasure and then you felt his semen fill your insides until it overflowed and dripped down your whole and into his cocks.

“Can we have breakfast now?” You asked him as you laid limp and content on his arms.

“Not yet” Zhongli replied as he laid you back on the bed, his cocks easily sliding out of your abused hole.

You stared at him, eyes travelling down his handsome face, to the hickeys you left on his chest and finally settling on his still erect cocks that were dripping beads of cum. You smiled and seductively spread your legs and showed him the work of his marvelous cocks that ruined you.

Zhongli smiled at you, seductive and domineering, that it sent a spike to your heart.

“Didn’t you say not to waste the milk?” His grin was outright lustful as he thrusted his cocks inside your cum-filled and dripping hole. His mouth quickly latches unto your nipples.

Your large milk-filled breasts were gathered to the center, held by his large hands as he sucked on your tits. His cocks slid in and out of your pussy, the sensations of your nipples and pussy being played with made your body move involuntarily, the pleasure was blinding and you could only desperately scratch at Zhongli’s back. Moaning and pleading for release as he relentlessly toyed with your body.

Each thrust of his dicks sent shivers down your spine. Your sensitive nipples only added to the haze of pleasure that had your mind melting. Your pussy felt raw and you wanted to curse at his libido.

‘I’m definitely not changing into a female form next time!’ You thought angrily as you moaned from your orgasm, Zhongli’s thick and throbbing cocks relentless as it fucked you through your release.

Your legs grew slack and your body was limp as Zhongli dumped his cum on your abused hole. His previous cum, your slick and his new cum mixed together and dripped down your slit, puddle forming on the entrance of your pussy. Zhongli smiled in contentment and smugness at seeing your flushed and content face.

Your cum filled hole, cum stained body, and leaking tits was an erotic sight. Had he been irresponsible he would have kept on fucking you until you could only beg and think of his cock but Zhongli knew that you had already hit your limit for this morning’s sex and held back.

“What do you want for breakfast?” He asked sweetly.

“Bastard! If you kept on fucking me like that I’d be on the confinement period for forever!” You cursed at him, even as you enjoyed the pleasant ache of being fucked over and over again.

Zhongli hummed, ignoring your temporary anger, he knew that it was just a token complaint. Even so he coaxed you, he didn’t mind carrying this pot.

“Mn. Wife, I was wrong.”

A gentle kiss on your neck and then your lips was enough to douse the flames of indignance in your heart. You smiled and cutely burrowed yourself on his chest. Even though it had already been months since your marriage with him, the joy from being newly wedded hadn’t faded away.

Somehow, for all of his flaws and your non-existent parental skills, the marriage was working well and so was the parenting. You gave him pecks on his lips, cheeks and neck.

“Just cook me some eggs and bacon” You told him as you encircled your arms on his neck.

Zhongli smiled and kissed you once more, deeply, tongues intertwined with each other that left you almost breathless. He carried you out of the bedroom and gently placed you on the dining table.

“???” You looked at him in confusion.

“The rice would take a while to cook so for now, you can have my cum to fill your stomach♡”

Your face flushed in embarrassment but all of it faded away once Zhongli masterfully brought you to a new plateau of pleasure. Zhongli happily began to fill you up again.

“Nooo♡! I can’t anymore♡!”

“Haaah♡♡”

“Nnn! Too much♡♡♡”

“You’ll break me♡♡♡♡”

“Haaahaaa♡♡sto-!!”

“I’ll end up pregnant♡♡♡♡!”

‘This is truly the best kind of morning!’

“You stupid pervert♡♡♡♡!!!”

[quokkacore]

everywhere at the end of time | z.cl

summary: in his old age, chenle can’t remember any of it anymore. but you do. you do, and it burns.

pairing: zhong chenle x fem!reader

genre: ANGST, fluff, slice of life, parents au

warnings: dementia, themes of grief, depression, language, suggestive content, period typical sexism, mentions of domestic abuse (not from chenle!), traditional gender roles, body image, kind of implied postpartum depression

word count: 3.8k

a/n: this was inspired by the caretaker’s everywhere at the end of time, a compilation of albums meant to simulate memory loss from dementia when listened to in one sitting. i listened to half of it yesterday, and it was so haunting i needed to write about it. if you decide to listen to it, please be careful. several analyses i’ve seen about it talk about how it can be very emotionally distressing. i personally didn’t feel too upset by it, but be aware.

There was a boy who smiled at you once, from across a dance hall. Long, long ago. His grin, boyish and playful, made your face heat up and your body turn to giggle to your friends. And then, suddenly, he was walking over to you, and reaching out his hand to you. He didn’t seem nervous at all. He looked like he had not a care in the world, as if life were a calm ocean with soft winds and he were a sailboat.  

“My name’s Chenle,” He’d said, speaking loudly over the music, “Wanna dance?”

Swing was the thing back then. You barely had time to tell him your name before he pulled you onto the dancefloor and spun you around like there was no tomorrow. You were quite literally swept off of your feet, flying across the hardwood floor as the two of you laughed and danced. When the song was over, you were out of breath. You weren’t quite sure if it was because of how hard you’d danced or because he managed to steal your breath and your heart within a matter of minutes. 

Up until then, you were damn sure that love at first sight was impossible. But you were suddenly very sure that love at first dance existed. You’d tell that story for years to come. How you danced a few more songs, how he took you to the side and you spent the next hour or so talking. How your girls tried to tug you away, saying that it was getting late, but you simply didn’t want to leave. You were hooked on him, and he was hooked on you. He begged to see you again, and you very quickly found a napkin and a pen to scratch down your home phone number on. 

You said you’d wait for his call, and had left with a lovestruck look on your face. The entire way home, the girls didn’t let you hear the end of it. That he seemed sweet, he was quite the dancer, and my, was he handsome. You probably looked like a fool, mind turning to mush at how gentle his hands were on his waist, how contagious his laugh was, how tentatively he’d listened to you speak.

Once. Long, long ago. It’s all just a burning memory, now.  

There was a boy who kissed you, once. It’d been a few months after you’d met. He’d been careful, and you’d bided your time. When he called for the first time, he was very respectful when your father had picked up. The two of you spoke for however long your parents allowed it, talking about anything, everything. 

Childhood stories of how he got the scars on his knees. Times you’d gotten into trouble at school. How you were both turning 18, and how adult responsibilities were starting to set in. How Chenle was set to inherit his father’s business and he was terrified of failure. How you desperately wanted to study but your parents wouldn’t let you, because men don’t like it when girls are smarter, and how would you have time to find a husband if you had your nose stuck in books all day long?

Desperately, you both needed a break. Your parents let him take you out because he was a Zhong, and the Zhongs had money, and because he seemed quite taken by you. That was exactly what they wanted. 

Chenle was a gentleman first and foremost when he stepped into your home. He spoke with your father about politics while he waited for you to finish getting ready, complimented your mother, and opened the front door for you as you were leaving, promising to have you back by ten o’clock. 

One date turned to two, two to three. On the fifth date, when he took you on a walk in the park, he took you to the gazebo to sit on a bench in it. The birds were chirping, and you felt content, despite the dull ache in your feet because of your heels. 

Chenle looked down, before meeting your gaze. “I wanted to ask you something,” He murmured. You tilted your head to the side, uncrossing your legs.

“What is it?”

He took your hand in his, leaning closer. “I really like you,” He admitted, “And I wanna be with you. You’re sweet, and fun, and you’re so beautiful. I think about you all damn day, and I think I’d die without you here.”

He smiled fondly, those dimples making an appearance once again. “Be my girl, maybe?” 

Your heart did a backflip, and your yes had tumbled from your lips before you could even really think about it.

And then finally, on your seventh date, when he’d taken you to a bookstore and bought you a book about the Amazon rainforest, he kissed you in his car. He tasted like mint and his lips were hard against yours, but not forceful. Like he’d been waiting eons to kiss you and now he simply couldn’t hold himself back anymore. His hands held your face the entire time.

When you pulled away, you no longer saw a boy in front of you. You saw a young man in his place, watching you with reverence and desire.

“I’ve been waiting to do that ever since I first laid eyes on you,” Chenle whispered. 

“Well then, don’t just sit there,” You answered, nuzzling your face into his hands, “Kiss me again.”

Kiss you he did. The memory feels like a dream, a sweet one at that. A bit fuzzy but you can recall the softness of his hands if you think about it hard enough. 

It’s a memory. Sixty something years later, at least you still have it.

There was a man who teared up at the sight of you in white, once. 

He asked you to marry him a year and a half later. Your parents loved him, because he was kind and respectful and rich. His parents tolerated you, because you didn’t talk back too much and your family was respectable enough. Of course you accepted. Who cared about what your parents thought? You adored this man, with his high pitched laugh and his cheeky words. He worshipped the ground you walked on, with your caring attitude and your loving smile.

You were shaking the whole time, trembling like a wet chihuahua on a winter day as your father walked you down the aisle. You watched as his best man, Jisung, whispered something to him, and he nodded, blinking furiously. He looked awestruck, mouth agape and eyes glossy. 

When your father left you at the front of the altar with Chenle, your lover squeezed your hand. “I love you so much,” He whispered to you, just before the ceremony could officially begin.

For the first time ever, you saw Zhong Chenle get nervous. His voice was shaking slightly, and you could make out a single drop of sweat on his forehead. You squeezed his hand reassuringly, unable to say anything back as the officiant began the ceremony. He knew what you meant.

Your vows were the traditional cookie cutter vows, the good old fashioned “I do”s. You didn’t care. You knew you’d whisper your own vows to him later tonight. You knew he would do the same. 

After that, you danced the night away. Drunk on champagne and love for each other, you could barely remember the party. Jisung gave a lovely speech. You knew that the band played the song you’d first danced to on that one fateful night. Your girls danced with his boys, and he pressed kisses to your cheeks and the top of your head.

You remembered what came after better, after everyone went home. Chenle stole you away to the honeymoon suite to peel your dress off, take off your veil and press kisses onto your hips, and whisper promises of everlasting love against your neck.

That’s all gone now. Even though it’s gone, you’re glad. Because years later, you remember. You look at the faded photographs in the scrapbooks and remember the moment they were taken. They’re all you have now. Because even though Chenle is still in your home, he isn’t Chenle. 

There was a man who had taken care of you, once. You’d had your doubts about love, about married life. All of them stemmed from your parents’ marriage. Late night arguments, slamming doors, hands laid on your mother that left her reaching for foundation to hide the bruises during the day. Chenle was there to cast most of them to the side.

Most of them, because no matter how much you love each other, marriage is never a walk in the park. You tried to study. Chenle was paying for your education, much to his parents’ disapproval. Three years into your marriage, and two years into your studies, you got pregnant. Chenle was ecstatic. You, not so much.

It was hard for you. Your body changed, it became hard for you to concentrate. You ended up dropping out because it was simply too much for your mind to handle.

A few months later and you were recovering, trying to adjust to not getting any sleep and having to take care of a tiny human and the house all day while Chenle was off at work. And he doesn’t just want one, he wants two more.

“God, Lele, at least wait until Jiali can sleep on her own,” You huffed, trying not to be too loud. You had finally managed to get your daughter to sleep after a particularly fussy day, and if she woke up now, you were pretty sure you’d start crying too. 

“But why not?” He asked, sitting down. “Don’t you want to give Jiali brothers and sisters to grow up with?”

“I do,” You answered, trying to ignore the throbbing in your head. “But I’m too tired to handle another pregnancy right now. It’s way too much, Chenle.”

Chenle sighed, resting his face on his chin. “It can’t be that hard—”

“Are you joking?” You snapped, standing up, “I’m awake in the morning to make you breakfast and feed Jiali. Once you’re off, I have to make the bed, change her diapers, clean the floors and the bathroom. I have to make sure Jiali isn’t getting into trouble and figure out why she’s crying—and she cries so much, Chenle! I haven’t gotten a full night’s sleep since before she was born. I barely have time to take care of myself, much less another baby. I make breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and tend to the garden, and bathe her when she gets dirty, and—”

“Y/N, I think you should—”

“I can’t handle another baby!” You cried, “I can’t, I won’t!”

A high pitched wail rang from the nursery, and all the fight you had in you drained instantly. You hadn’t realized how loud you were being. 

“I’ll be right back,” You murmured, voice breaking. Before you could walk towards the nursery, a gentle hand on your wrist pulled you back. Chenle’s gaze had softened, cupping your cheek and wiping at a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. 

“No, I’ll go,” He said quietly. “You go clean yourself up. Take a nap, I’ll make sure she gets back to sleep."

You didn't have it in you to argue.

About an hour later, he stepped into the bedroom, where you were curled up on the bed. You weren't asleep. He sat down on the other side of the bed, caressing your arm.

"I'm sorry," He whispered, bowing his head. "I wasn't thinking straight. I just got so excited at the thought of us finally having a family, I forgot to think about how you were doing. If you don't want anymore kids—" 

"Lele," You murmured, "Of course I want to keep building our family. But I need time. I'm always so tired now. Let's wait until Jiali is off to school and then try for another one. I'm begging you."

He leaned over you, and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "Whatever works best for you," He answered.

You kept your promise. Once Jiali was off to preschool, you got pregnant a few months later. By the beginning of next year, you had a baby boy—Yanlin.

This time, Chenle was more mindful of your wellbeing. He came home from work earlier, helped out around the house, told you to go out with the girls every now and then. 

Over the years, you had one last child, a girl named Mei. The kids were more than a few handfuls, but the two of you managed. 

Things were by no means easy. There were nights when Chenle decided to sleep on the couch because of a disagreement that had grown into something bigger. Insecurities about your body that grew into jealousy of his secretary, who was younger, more beautiful. Issues with the in laws as the both of you had problems setting solid boundaries.

But at the end of the day, he was your everything. This life you'd built for yourself made it all worth fighting for. You saw it when he tossed Mei up into the air, catching her as she giggled, "Again, daddy, do it again!" 

Or when he talked to Jiali about the family business, how if she wanted, he'd teach her everything. When he helped Yanlin get back to sleep after he'd had a nightmare, singing him to sleep with that soft, gentle voice of his. When he looked at you from across the dinner table, years of domesticity and love growing into all of this.

Chenle was your home, the father of your children, a pillar you leaned on when things got difficult. You were the same to him. No argument could take that away. 

The kids grew up and went to college. Much to your father in law's dismay, Yanlin didn't care much about the family business, while Jiali did—he hated how Chenle encouraged them to do what they wanted instead of pushing the status quo. 

Times were changing. More and more women went to college, and you wanted for your daughters what you yourself weren't allowed to have: a good education, a professional career. 

Since time flies like birds migrating for the winter, soon all of the kids were grown up, and you and Chenle were left in an empty house. By then, the two of you had started to change, too. Gray hairs started sprouting from your heads. Your backs started to hurt with more frequency. Your faces were starting to sag. 

And still, you loved each other. You found new things to do with this new freedom. You read more books, spent more time in the garden. Chenle started singing around the house more, something he didn't even realize he was doing. 

When you turned fifty, Chenle took you on vacation to Malta, and Chenle decided to officially announce his retirement, handing the business to your oldest. From here on out, the two of you had time to simply do whatever you wished. Chenle had saved a lot of money over the years, allowing the two of you to live comfortably. 

Your kids married, and had kids of their own, and the two of you spoiled as much as you could. You'd bake cookies with your grandkids and spend the holidays telling them stories of your youth. Their favorite story was how you met their grandfather, and you fluffed the story up to make them laugh. 

"He was the handsomest man I'd ever seen," You told him, "Tall, sweet, funny, the best shincracker I'd ever danced with."

"What's a shincracker?" One of your grandkids asked. You blinked, before letting out a fake sob, raising your head up.

"I'm so old," You wailed, the kids giggling at your theatrics. When you looked down, you smiled. "In my day, that's what you called someone who danced very well."

The four of them ohhh-ed in unison, and someone in the kitchen doorway laughed. "So, I was the best shincracker you'd ever danced with, huh?"

"Honey, I've told you that a million times!" 

He walked over to you, patting the heads of your grandkids as he passed them. "Your grandma looked so surprised when I asked her to dance," He said to the children, "But she was the prettiest dame there that night, I couldn't not dance with her."

"What's a dame?"

Chenle stared at you, eyes wide. He lowered his head. "God, we're old!"

Now, most of your grandkids have grown up, and barely have time to visit. But you have the photographs hung up on the wall, of past birthdays, holiday parties, of your wedding. 

They work to help you remember. But now, Chenle can't even get out of bed to look at them.

There was an old man who'd broken down in front of you, once. He'd been having trouble remembering where things were, like his keys and his glasses. Initially, it didn't worry you, since you'd been having similar issues. You only started to worry when one night at dinner, you brought up the fact that Mei had called to ask the two of you to dinner next week. He'd looked confused, and stared at you like you were from outer space.

"Who's Mei?"

You scheduled a doctor's appointment the very next day. It took about two months for everything to reach the same conclusion: early dementia. Chenle had gotten very quiet as the doctor handed you some pamphlets on treatments and the different stages. The whole drive home, he said nothing. 

It was only once you got home that he sat down on the bed and crumbled to pieces. You walked over to him, and caressed his hair when he pressed his face into your stomach. 

"I don't want to forget," He sobbed, "I don't want to." 

He tried to fight it. Once the family knew, everyone started visiting more frequently. In the beginning, he could remember your grandchildren's names. Jobs and school were a bit difficult but there were eleven of them—it was hard for you, too. 

On the occasion he did forget someone, it frustrated him. He'd have to excuse himself from the table for a few minutes, and the energy in the dining room would change completely. Suddenly everyone was aware of the ticking clock, and your family was starting to crumble.

You wanted desperately to hold it together, to super glue it and force it back into place. But so many things were out of your control, on top of Chenle's diagnosis. Mei was going through a divorce. Your youngest grandson, Lijie, was having behavioral problems and Yanlin looked to you for advice. 

Chenle tried to hold on. You watched your husband pore endlessly over the family photos, trying to place names to the faces. He remembered his parents. He started to ask you where they were. You didn't know how to tell them they'd passed over thirty years ago. 

He wandered through the house like he was lost, and you knew he was trapped somewhere in his mind, everything disintegrating slowly around him. Sometimes he'd come up to you and give you a kiss.

"I've been looking everywhere for you," He murmured. 

Some days were better than others. He would sing old songs from your youth, and try to dance with you in the kitchen. You both still remembered the steps but were too stiff and slow to do them properly. 

Eventually, one of your grandkids came to live with you. Daiyu had studied to become a nurse, and now, Chenle needed around the clock care. It was simply too risky for him to be left alone. He'd try to go outside, saying that he was late for a meeting, or that Jeno—who had passed two years before his diagnosis—had invited him to his house to watch the game. 

He forgot how to hold a spoon, how to walk properly. After four years, he became bedridden, speaking in slow, short sentences. You'd read to him after lunch, from books you'd acquired over the years. He seemed to enjoy one book the most: a battered old copy of a book about the Amazon rainforest. 

You knew your Lele was in there somewhere. You could see it when Jiali and her husband came to visit, and he asked her about the secret handshake the two of them had even though he couldn't remember her name. When you reached for his hand, he would press a kiss to yours, unsure as to why he was doing it. And when you walked past the bedroom, sometimes you could hear him humming to himself—a lively, fast tempo song that a boy had once asked a girl to dance to, lifetimes ago. 

There was a man named Zhong Chenle, once. He was good at dancing and a lovely singer, he was a loving father and husband. He's gone now. In his place is someone who has his face, but isn't really him. He can't remember how to speak. When you read to him, his lips move, but no sounds come out. His eyes drift across the room, looking for things he doesn't know the name of. His hands are gnarled and his fingers twitch, itching to do something, anything, but unsure of how to do it.

The last time you spoke to your Chenle had been three years prior. 

"Do I know you?" He asked, voice small. You smiled at him, biting back tears. No matter how many times he asks you this question, it hurts every time. You'd learned to play along with it. Telling him the truth would only scare him, confuse him further.

"My name is Y/N," You told him, "I'm an old friend. We used to go out dancing together."

His eyes were void of anything until a second later, recognition pooled into them.

"Y/N," He sounded out slowly, "We should—we should go dance again someday."

"Someday," You agreed, nodding, "But now we have to wait until you're better."

"Until I'm better," He answered with a smile, dimples making your heart crack even further.

All he—and you—could do now was wait for the end. Truthfully, you've made peace with it. You'd be heartbroken to see him go but happy to see him finally rest. He started his decline seven years ago, and the past five have been spent like this. It's sad enough to see him in this way, to watch Daiyu try to feed him when he barely even remembers how to eat anymore. A shell of who he once was, a living ghost.

The family knew, old friends knew. That was all that mattered to you. That there had been a man named Zhong Chenle once, who wasn't scattered in the wind. 

Once. Long, long ago. It's all just a burning memory, now.

[cevans-is-classic]

Will Ya Burn With Me

Will Ya Burn With Me

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Lee Bodecker x OC Reader: Keenie

Warnings: 18+ only! This is a dark fic! Dub!Con, Adultery, Violence, Language, Sexual Content, Domestic Abuse, Alcohol, and Drugs. Age gap (Legal Age) Read at your own discretion

"I messed up." You said slowly.

Lee looked at the blood on your hands and lifted them to his lips, "You sure did, Suga'."

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The water was hot, steam fogging up the window as he scrubs at your arms. “Tell me again,” He huffs, wiping the sweat from his brow, “What were ya doin’ tonight?”

Your fingers flexed, “I went to Cheryl’s,” he nodded, “I helped her with the boys,” Once more he nodded, getting the blood from between your fingers, “And when I got home I made dinner — something simple — then I crawled into bed and fell asleep.”

Your voice sounded solid.

That coil of lust came alive again. “That’s right. You didn’t know someone hit ‘em.” Your nails were clean. “You came in through the back so as not to make noise, right Suga?”

“Right, Sheriff.” He grabbed you, soapy hands and all to lick that smart fucking tone out of your mouth. You melted into the kiss, moaning as he tongues his way inside and takes your breath away until both of you are gasping, chests aching, his hand pinning you to the sink as you struggle against him.

“Honey,” He bites your lip, “this is going to be hell.”

“Yeah, Sheriff?” Was that a smile? “Ya going to burn with me?”

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Chapter One:

“Hun,” He sighed, neck beading with sweat as his wife came out onto the porch, “I need help to open the icebox again.”

He grinds his teeth together, feeling the pressure in his jaw as he lifts from his chair and follows her to the back room. She’s wearing her pink dress today. Little blue flowers lined the hem of it and Lee remembers bending her over the first time she got it. Taking her from behind as she leaves fingerprints in the flour on the counter — now — he hates the sight of it. Hates how she spins in it, trying to get his attention while he sucks on a piece of candy instead of a fucking cigarette.

When he slipped the ring on her finger, he vowed loyalty to his wife.

The candy was bittersweet between his teeth as he beat the lock to the icebox and lifted the lid for her — turning his cheek as she pressed a dry kiss to his skin.

Loyalty.

“Have you heard the Kindermans moved houses again?” She leaned down, the skirt of her dress rising to reveal white thighs and a run in her hose.

Lee sucked on the candy. “Out past Fenders farm? That damned husband of hers would move ‘em out there.”

She lifted back up, turning her flushed face towards him. “Heard it’s cause’a that sibling who moved in with them. Not sure if it’s a boy, or a girl cause’a the hair but they need the room now.”

He grunted in response, leaving her to dinner to sit back out on the porch and watch the people go by. It was rare for him to have a day off like this and he wanted to sit back and wait for the sun to set, eat his dinner then maybe close his eyes and let his wife suck him off.

His jaw aches as he bites down on the caramel, letting the sharp pieces stick to his gums.

Some kids run by, screaming as they chase each other down and throw rocks at one another’s heads. He watches, waiting to shout for them to cut it out, but something catches his eye. A bike, green painted and new with the rider wearing a pair of ragged cut pants made to look like shorts and no shoes. He huffs as they pedal, looking left and right before crossing the road onto the walk in front of his house.

He’d never seen this person before.

This was a small town. Everyone knew everyone whether or not you wanted to, and he wanted to. It was his damn job.

The bike stopped when the kids ran out in front of it and the rider looked up, causing Lee to bite his tongue in surprise.

That had to be the Kinderman’s sibling his wife was rattling on about. He’d seen Frannie before, helped her out when Jackson got punch drunk, and this person was a carbon copy of her — only —

“You!” He shouted, earning a startled look as they properly glanced up at him. “What’s your name?”

“Keenie,” She raised a hand up to block out the sun, “Least that’s what my family calls me. Why?” Her legs were long as sin, holding the bike up as she tilted off it to stand on one side.

Lee grunted again, “Never seen ya before.”

“So?”

His hands itched to smack the smirk off her face. “I’m the Sheriff ‘round here.”

Her hand dropped landing on her hip and the way the shirt pulled as she cocked her hips to the side showed that she wore no support. “Good to know. If I ever need someone to cuff me, I’ll give ya a holler.” He couldn’t look away as she peddled off, watching the way her breasts moved until all he saw was the sweat on her back.

That night he came hard, hand in his wife’s hair, his fingers clenching around her sprayed strands as he remembered the way her legs had looked.

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He’d thought about her damn near every day for the next week, the way her chin had tilted up to look at him, the way her legs looked as she pedaled away. It was hard not to think about her; especially with the gossip mill that ran through the town. All the wives were talking about Kinderman’s sister-in-law, about the way she dressed — the way she talked.

“No good child if ya ask me.” He overheard Mary Klarer whisper to Nancy Shirks in the pews at church, her fan going a mile a minute as her lips raced it.

Nancy Shirks shook her puffed-out head, “Ain’t no kid, that one.” She looked left and right, noticing Lee behind her and leaning in closer, her voice staying the same volume as if she was tempting God to hear her sinful gossip. “She’s a rightful adult. Ain’t got no sense is all.”

She was everywhere he went even if he hadn’t seen her since that evening in front of his house. Not in person, at least.

Thursdays were slow. Most of the time no one came running through town, which left Lee on patrol letting the deputies catch up on some of the paperwork ‘round the station. It was nice, driving through the streets with his window down, watching the citizens of his small town wander around. He felt powerful knowing every person who walked these sidewalks was under his thumb, under his watch — it made his skin light on fire.

When lunch came around, he pulled up to the Miss Cathy’s Grocer, hoisting his belt up as he stood out of his car and walked across the lonesome parking lot — his hat shielding him from the burning sun.

Miss Cathy was behind the counter as Lee stepped into the store, his gun smacking his hip when he turned on his heel to stop the bell from jingling his nerves right to the edge.

“Morning, Sheriff.” The older woman’s voice was sweet, calling out to him like she used to back in bible school.

He turned around with a smile, “Morning, Miss Cathy, you got the bags in yet?” every few months — on the dime — Jane bitched about the way he smelled after a cigarette; about the taste of liquor on his tongue until he threw all the habits out the door. She hated when he picked them back up, but police work was hard and a man needed his edge to lean on.

That edge, as of late, was assorted bags of candy that Miss Cathy’s Grocer would sell for a dime apiece if Sandy didn’t have any stashed away for him.

“Sure do,” She smiled again. “Aye, Keenie, grab the box will ya?”

His blood ran cold.

Miss Cathy hollered through the backroom again, her voice pitching as someone grumbled back before stalking through the door with the sweets box on her hip, hair pinned back out of her face and Lee bit his lip at the sight of her. For days, it was all he could think about. The way she’d leaned off the bike, her chin tilted, squinting in the dying sunlight — he fucking dreamt about it — waking up sweaty and hard every damn day.

She had an apron on, the blue and grey one that Miss Cathy wore whenever she did stock, and her brother stood behind the register, but instead of a skirt or dress, she wore a pair of high-waisted pants that made her legs travel for days. He watched her move out of the doorway, setting the box on the counter before leaning into it and propping her hip up.

“Pick a bag, Sheriff.” Miss Cathy waved at the box. He saw her look up at him. “Keenie, can you do the back shelves while I get him rung up?”

“Of course, Ma’am.” She straightened up, stepping past Lee. “Morning, Sheriff.” He grunted.

“Morning, Ma’am.” Her face twisted up there and gone in a flash as she walked away. Fighting the urge to watch, Lee turns back to Miss Cathy and takes the bag she’s holding out to him, her kind eyes setting him straight as he leaves.

He did his daily rounds, checked on the church, and ran past the school before running his route through the back roads and wasting time sitting along the highway; his hat tilted on his head and his hands gripping the steering wheel, waiting for someone to speed past him. His thoughts were hectic today — running wild with images of her. They were drowning out everything in his mind. All he could do was imagine her sucking on a piece of candy from his bag. The little hard cherry-flavored lollipop sitting against her tongue the way his cock would.

A truck sped past him — high tailing it and with a flip of his wrist his siren was going and he found his distraction for the time being.

🔥

The sun had gone down, night rising high with the moon as Lee parked his cruiser in the lot beside Miss Cathy’s, his hat pulled low, lights turned off; waiting. He’d fought the urge damn near all day, chased speeders, and rounded the county with more frequency than usual. Needing something to think about that wasn’t Keenie. When the sunset, he couldn’t fight it anymore and wound up right back here, waiting for the lights to turn off and for her to emerge.

This was ridiculous, he’s aware of that. But the whole damn day she’d plagued his every thought, and he needed one last look before he retired for the night.

To keep her safe

He thought as a figure stepped through the door and he watched as she held the door open for Brother Mark who nodded at her as he locked the store up. Lee watched the two of them move around each other, her arms crossed over her chest, foot-tapping against the pavement as Brother Mark said something to her. He watched the man wave a hand towards his car, then back to the building, and a fire burned in his belly.

Was he trying to take her home? As a friendly gesture or a widowed man seeing a pretty young thing, he could use?

Lee wouldn’t let that happen.

Brother Mark motioned back to his car one more time. But she shook her head, waving a hand in the air before accepting a hug from the older man. Once they parted, Brother Mark walked towards his car and Keenie towards a bike perched against the building. Lee followed behind her, staying out of sight with his cruiser, and turned his lights off as she peddled down the old dirt road past Fender’s farm.

🔥

She worked every other day and two weekends a month at the shop. She always rode her bike unless she was driving a new-looking car with a busted back window and she never wore a damn bra like an appropriate young lady.

It took him over a month, but Lee got enough information about her to feel like he knew the woman. She was the fresh age of twenty-four, never married, and lived with her parents until a house fire killed them. She’s college-educated but stayed here after the fire to be — Lee could only assume — with family and she babysits for Miss Cheryl on Friday nights when she gets off early at the store.

He thought about every one of these facts every night, kept them twirling around in his head as he did the paperwork, let them run wild while he ran patrol, and when Jane kissed him — her nightdress fluttering as she climbed into bed — he pictured Keenie with her bright eyes and long legs to keep him through the night.

It took another month before he had the privilege to see Keenie up close and personal once again, though.

The bonfire burned high, beer cans littered the area around it, and Lee kicked one out of the way as he wrangled the kids up.

“All you’s of age?” One girl giggled, her shirt hanging open.

“What’s so funny?” Deputy Marks grunted.

She shrugged and motioned to Lee, “My Daddy knew you as a kid, Sheriff, I’ve heard stories.”

Lee huffed, rolling his eyes as he moved down the line, stilling when he saw her shifting from foot to foot a can dangled from her fingers. She wore a dress this time — short and obscene — he wanted to reach out to her for a moment feel the heat of her skin and wonder if the taste of alcohol lingered on her tongue.

Her eyes lifted to him, she lifted the beer can to tilt against her lips, “Sheriff.”

“Keenie.”

She twisted her mouth under the can. “What brings you out here?”

Lee frowns, “Noise complaint. Neighbors hollering about fire and some rowdy kids.” He looked up and down the line of them — some he recognized others he didn’t — his eyes kept falling back to her; the way her lips lingered over the can, the outlandish color of the dress that made your legs go on for days.

“No kids here, Sheriff.” A cocked brow followed by her lowering the can. All of his blood rushed south at the way her eyes tilted up to look at him. He could see her on her knees, her hand wrapped around his cock the same way she held that damned can.

For weeks he’d been thinking about her non-stop, and here she was.

With a huff, he turns on his heel, “Round up the booze, water the fire and send em home.”

Marks nods as the group moans complaints.

He had to pull off the side of the road when he’d gotten far enough for the smoke to disappear, his pants achingly tight as he struggled with his belt and shuffling to find a loose piece of paper or a cup. Her gaudy orange dress vivid in his mind, the way her lips smirked at him, those eyes blinking towards him- fuck his hand sped up moving faster over his cock until he was panting into the air of the cruiser his seed spilling over his fist at the thought of running his hand up her thigh.

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Welcome to my first ever Lee Bodecker fic! The story itself will be a three-part series and each part will be broken down into a number of chapters. Luckily I have part one finished and will be editing it all up and posting as I go.

Thanks to my dear friends Jarrod and @hiddlestanss for reading over the fic and being the most supportive people ever.

Requests are open as is the taglist for the series.

I hope you all enjoy it!

[oikirstein]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐃𝐨 | 𝐊.𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢, 𝐊.𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢, 𝐈.𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐖.𝐔𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚, & 𝐓.𝐘𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢

Synopsis: The little things they do that make your heart go doki doki

Contains: Mega fluff to make up for the disgustingness that was my last post, a small mention of death

Posted: 1/2/2021

A/N: Hi, hello, I’m Angela, and I go feral for domestic head cannons :) also I didn’t proofread these because I wrote it in math class

𝐊.𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

Will bring you a cup of tea in the morning

He knows you’ve been having a stressful time at work and wants to try and put you at ease

Always has such a soft tone when he talks to you, its borderline between drooling honey and a whisper

Will give you shoulder rubs when you get home

Always observes you to know when he's coddling you too much

He can tell by the way your nose crinkles ever so slightly and how your shoulders shiver at his touch that it’s time to give you some space

Waits for you to come to bed at night so he can make up for the time you two spent apart

As soon as you lay down and your pretty little head is resting on your soft pillow, he turns over and snakes his cold arm over your waist

“Baby, you’re still awake?”

“I’ll always wait for you, my love”

“Your hands are cold”

“All the more reason for you to warm them up”

The two of you understandably wake up tangled in each other’s arms, grasping onto each other as if you were slipping out of the other’s hands

𝐊.𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Best hugs ever

You’ll go over to the gym to surprise him somedays and he’ll just stop whatever he’s doing to come up to you and envelope you in his arms

Yes his coach is yelling at him but he doesn't care

Physical touch is definitely his love language

He was a tsundere before he met you, but after you kept pestering him and flirting, he finally gave in

Literally the biggest softie ever

Will come home from away games with like five stuffed animals and plushies for you

“They reminded me of you”

“Ken, we already have a closet full of these”

“I don’t like it when you’re alone and I’m gone”

He pouts

He’s so cute it has you weak in the knees

You can’t resist standing on your tippy-toes and planting the softest kiss on his forehead

He has hearts in his eyes, before a smirk finds it’s way onto his face

He gently grabs hold of your head in his hands and plants kisses all over your cheeks

One for every hour you two were separated

You’re left hugging in the middle of the doorway—your arms around his waist and his chin resting in the crook of your neck

“I love you,” he whispers

“I know you do,” you whisper back somehow sweeter, with your finger ruffling his hair, “C’mon, let’s go unpack your things, because I’m not letting you leave for a long time”

You always say this when he comes back home, but you make sure to let him go without any regrets whenever he steps out of the door

𝐈.𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

Yeah this man mhm *drools cutely*

As much as he makes you laugh and question if you’re growing abs from the ache in your stomach, some days when he comes home from work, your heart breaks at the silence that fills your house

He locks the door a little quieter, his steps are just a little quieter, his sighs are a little louder, and his eyes are just a little more empty

That is until you sit down on the bed right next to him

You take his hand in yours and rub circles into his skin

He places his other hand on top of yours and offers you a sympathetic smile

“What happened today, babe?”

He looked down with his smile a little less...smiley

“It was a kid, Y/N. A little girl.”

You knew his job wasn’t easy—being constantly surrounded by death does that to a person

Constantly being surrounded by death also made him cherish life a little more and in turn let him indulge in your warmth a little longer; hold you a little tighter

Even as he sobbed into your shirt, he held you like he was going to lose you

His biggest fear was that you’d surprise him at work for all the wrong reasons

After he calmed down, you offered to make him some tea, to which he agreed

You promptly left him in your shared bedroom, pressing a kiss to his cheek before your left

“I’ll be right back, okay?” he then nodded, watching your frame get smaller

You were in the kitchen, placing the kettle on the gas stove and listening to the click click click until blue flames erupted underneath the metal

You're leaning on the counter watching the steam escape the spout when you feel a big pair of arms come up from behind you

“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?”

“I don’t want to be anywhere you’re not”

You hold his cheek in your hand and place your lips on his jaw

The both of you wished you could stay like that forever

Wrapped in warmth since Mattsun was all too familiar with the cold

𝐖.𝐔𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚

It’s the way he takes care of you

The way he makes sure you’re well fed, that you’re not overworking yourself, that you’re never too lonely when he’s away for volleyball, that you’re always happy

For he was happy as long as you were happy

He always woke up before you, holding your hand in his and kissing the gold band on your ring finger

“How lucky am I to have the pleasure of loving you?” he breathed, taking in your sleeping form

You looked so delicate with your eyelashes fluttering and your chest heaving up and down

“Very lucky” you whispered with your eyes still closed

“Sorry, Y/N. Did I wake you?” he pulled you closer

“Mmm, no” you smiled against his chest

It was the sweet nothings in the morning that he spoke that reminded you of why you fell in love with him

He’ll be making breakfast while you’re just absolutely gawking at him from behind the counter

“Y/N”

“Yes?”

“You’re staring”

“Oh, I know” you’re voice is laced with playfulness

“Why don’t you set the table or something?”

“Already done!” you cheer with your eyes shut and your cheeks tinted red, “It’s not my fault my husband is so handsome”

He stops, mid flipping an egg, with his pupils ever so slightly more dilated and his cheeks tinted the same shade

“Awww did I make my Wakatoshi blush?”

He clears his throat before muttering a “No” and continuing his task

He thought you truly were spending too much time with Tendo

𝐓.𝐘𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢

You like to trace constellations on freckles when you stargaze

He took you out to this big, vast, and empty field with a clear view of the sky

The stars were supposed to be especially bright tonight after all

The two of you laid on a picnic blanket, with your head resting on his bicep for comfort

You sat up, just a bit to prop up your head on your hand as you watched him

You’d stare at his face all day if you could

“Honey, if you wanted to stare at me all day, I could’ve just sent you a picture”

You comically gasp “What! No! Its not the same”

He chuckles at your over-dramaticness “How so?” god he was so in love with you

“Baby, it the ambiance”

He laughed once more, the corners of his eyes crinkling with tears

“You’re so dramatic”

“Only because I love you”

He pulls you in with no hesitation, you can hear his heart race in his chest

He starts playing with your hair with one hand, rubbing your back with the other

“For every star in the sky is a lifetime I’d spend with you”

“Simp”

He tugs on your hair lightly, taking you aback “Hey, don’t act like you weren’t just drooling over my freckles”

“Hey now, I never denied that I simp for you too”

You bring your face up and closer to his, softly placing a peck on his lips and caressing his cheek

“For every star in the sky is how much I love you”

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[flowesona]

picture perfect - yandere! kihyun x f! reader

a/n: i know i don’t normally post monsta x content on this blog, but i enjoyed writing this fic and wanted to share it here without the feeling of guilt that comes with posting a non-request on the joint blog! please let me know if you like it :>

warning: stalking, abuse and suicidal allusions

The strap of his camera bag weighed on his shoulder, but not nearly as heavily as it did on his conscience. Yet he had no choice but to comply - with the threat of losing his scholarship on the line, he was putty in the hands of his psychotic professor, who’d sent him on the ‘mission’ to stalk his ex-wife. 

His musings on the morality of what he was doing were cut short as he heard the front door of the house he was observing open and close. There she was. 

Kihyun raised the camera and snapped a few pictures, capturing the flush faced woman as she walked out onto the drive. A young girl was in her arms, swaddled in a warm coat as her mother opened the car and tucked her into a car seat. 

She had a child. As if she was dead-set on making Kihyun feel awful. Still, he persisted in taking the photograph from his hiding spot, hoping the camera wasn’t too loud. Luckily, the woman was too occupied with taking care of her daughter to pay attention and soon enough she was climbing into the driver’s side of the car and leaving. 

He gazed after her, still rooted to the spot even though his job was done. When he snapped out of his daze he pulled out his phone and texted his boss of sorts, who immediately asked to meet him in the red room for a ‘friendly chat’. 

“There wasn’t anyone else there, right?” Junho asked, having snatched the camera out of Kihyun’s hands the second he arrived.

“No sir, just the woman and her child.” Kihyun confirmed, shifting on his feet uncomfortably.

“I’d prefer a clearer angle next time. This feels a bit distant.” His professor commented. “I’ll give your camera back once I have these printed.”

“Wait, n-next time?” 

“Yes. You need to do this until we’re back together, understood?” Junho snapped.

“Sir, I can’t do that!” Kihyun protested, only for Junho to approach him in such an intimidating manner that he found himself backing up.

“I guess this scholarship really doesn’t matter to you, then. A shame.” The professor tutted. “And how disappointed your parents will be when they find out the reason you were kicked out of photography school was stalking a poor innocent woman.”

Kihyun felt his heart drop to his stomach as Junho gave him a seemingly friendly pat on the shoulder. 

“I’ll see you this afternoon for my lecture, correct?”

The student just nodded numbly. 

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The neighbourhood was quiet at night, only the occasional hooting of owls breaking the silence. The blackened streets only lit by a few street lamps provided a cover for Kihyun, dressed in all black with a key clutched between his fingers.

‘She’ll be asleep by 10PM, she has to work late on a thursday so she can never stay up late.’ The words of Junho lingered in his mind as he slipped the key into the keyhole and the front door creaked open. ‘Besides, she never remembers to lock the door. That’s always my responsibility.’ 

The first thing he noticed was that the house clearly needed an extra pair of hands. There were cobwebs in the corners, and the floor was littered with unorganised toys and shoes.

But that wasn’t his purpose. He was there with a mission: a sick, illegal one at that, but something he had to do nonetheless to preserve his chances of success in the future. He found his target quickly and quietly, pushing open the bedroom door cautiously to see the sleeping woman.

Kihyun could almost understand how Junho was so obsessed with her. She looked simply ethereal splayed out, fast asleep. 

He raised his camera up and snapped a picture of her from the doorway, before advancing into the room. Every step closer only made his heart race more, from dread of what could happen if he was caught but also the minor crush he was developing on the older woman.

It was just as he was getting a close up that there was a small knock at the door, just barely audible. Then, before Kihyun could even think to hide, it was pushed open to reveal a small figure silhouetted by the light from the hallway that had inexplicably turned on.

“Mommy?”

The woman in question groaned, creeping open her eyes. The figure dressed in all black standing over her was unmissable. She let out a shrill shriek, falling out of the bed and scrambling to the doorway to grab her daughter.

“Who the hell are you?” She screamed. “Get out of my house!”

“I-I-I…” Kihyun struggled to come up with an answer, his brain clouded. He’d planned an answer beforehand in case this happened - he’d simply gaslight her into thinking it was a dream - but at that moment his mind was fuzzy.

“Get out, before I call the police!” The woman screamed again.

“Please… you have to understand…” He stuttered. “Can I just explain?”

“What could you possibly have to explain?” She snarled back, holding her daughter closer to her chest.

“I’m not here of my own accord. Please, don’t call the police and I’ll explain everything. I swear on my life I would never hurt either of you.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Get talking.”

Kihyun gulped, before taking a breath in and explaining it all.

“Your ex-husband is my photography professor. He’s blackmailing me to essentially stalk you, to take photos of you for his “collection”. If I don’t do it, he says I’m going to lose my scholarship, and I can’t just let that happen. I’m really sorry for all the distress I’ve caused, but please don’t ruin my life because of it.” 

The woman sighed, but visibly relaxed. 

“Almost sounds believable.”

She put her daughter down. 

“Go to your room honey. Go back to sleep, okay?”

The young girl nodded and plodded off. 

“We should talk.”

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A half empty glass of sherry was nursed between (Y/N)’s fingers, but Kihyun’s remained untouched. 

“I’m really sorry. You shouldn’t have to suffer because of my relationship.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s all because of that power-abusing bastard.” Kihyun attempted to comfort her. They’d spent the last half hour giving a brief recounting of their lives, a mellowing experience for the both of them.

“I mean, clearly you’ve got talent, and I would hate to see that go to waste because of me.” (Y/N) sighed, taking another sip of the alcohol to soothe her woes. “I guess you can just continue doing this. He’s just way too smart to break his restraining order and get arrested.”

“Are you sure? I hate invading your privacy, especially now that I know you.” It made Kihyun’s heart ache to even think of being such a creep to the kind-hearted woman.

(Y/N) out and took one of his hands into her own. 

“You’re such a sweet guy, Kihyun. Do you have a girlfriend?”

He felt his face heat up, not quite wanting to admit how the only woman who he was remotely interested in was her.

She chuckled seeing his expression.

“Well, you’re always free to get a drink with me. Or we can have something more, if you’re interested.”

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that.”

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Minji loved Kihyun. Whenever he visited after his work for the day was done, she would be waiting by the door with a puzzle she’d picked out for them to do together. (Y/N) would always make them tea as Kihyun entertained her daughter by helping her sort out the puzzle pieces so that they could do the edges. Then they would sit together, the perfect picture of domesticity as Minji talked excitedly about nothing in particular and (Y/N) rested her head on his shoulder and slowly drifted to sleep. He’d leave the dozing (Y/N) and energetic Minji alone as he cooked them supper, often with Minji by his side asking questions about everything he was doing.

There hadn’t been one moment when he’d asked (Y/N) out, or vice versa. Things just fell into place, and there was such a warm feeling Kihyun got as a new part of the family that he almost forgot about his responsibilities. Having to take photos of (Y/N) as if she was a stranger jarred him, when he’d taken to capturing more intimate photos on his phone, saved for the mornings where he didn’t want to get out of bed. 

Kihyun knew he was falling for (Y/N), deeply. It was dangerous knowing his scholarship was on the line and one fuck up could ruin his career permenantly. 

One day, as Kihyun was helping Minji with her homework as (Y/N) was doing the laundry, the phone rang. 

“I’ll get it.” (Y/N) sighed, letting the iron rest as she reached for the landline. “Hello?”

There was a pause as Kihyun paid no mind to it, quietly pointing out where Minji had made a mistake.

“Junho?” Kihyun froze. Surely he wasn’t going to make a move, surely he wasn’t going to win over (Y/N).

“I’m busy actually, so if you could leave me be-”

Minji smacked the arm of the out-of-focus Kihyun.

“Kihyun, what does this word mean?” She whined loudly, giving him her biggest puppy dog eyes to try and draw him back.

It stayed silent as Junho spoke to (Y/N) down the phone.

“No, you must be hearing things. She’s just reading to herself.” (Y/N) stuttered, and it was like someone had poured a bucket of ice down Kihyun’s back.

“Don’t talk to me like that.” She finally snapped back. “Go to hell, and stay away from my family.” 

(Y/N) slammed the phone down and let out a huge sigh, her breathing having quickened. Kihyun quickly abandoned the english homework and took the shaking mother into his arms, letting her sob into his chest. 

“He knows, he knows. This is a nightmare, he’s going to ruin your career, he’s going to-” 

“Shhhh.” Kihyun held her just a bit tighter, feeling the same fear dwelling in his stomach but quashing it so that he could be strong for her.

“I’m so sorry, I should have never initiated anything between us.” (Y/N) continued to cry, but Kihyun shook his head.

“I wouldn’t exchange you for anything, not even my career.” He smiled. “I’ll sort this all out, don’t you worry.”

The young man saw over (Y/N)’s shoulder the crestfallen face of Minji staring at the couple, and he removed one of his hands from his partner’s back to beckon the young girl, who squealed in delight as she attached herself to his legs.

“No one will take this away from us. I swear”

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Processing photos was a relaxing process. Whilst his professor preferred to use digital cameras, Kihyun liked watching the developing film, the quiet that enveloped the room save for the buzz of the LED lights. 

His peace was interrupted with the arrival of Junho, who dropped his bag rather loudly on the floor.

“Yoo Kihyun. I trust you’ve been keeping up with your work?” His voice possessed such animosity it made the student shiver.

“I’m sorry sir, I was busy yesterday. I wasn’t able to take any pictures of your wife for you.” 

“But you visited her, no?”

 Silence spread throughout the darkroom.

“I didn’t. I’m very sorry, I hope you can forgive me.” 

Junho let out a deep, irritated sigh.

“That’s a shame. But also, I know you’re lying to me Kihyun, and I want the truth.” He snarled, grabbing the student’s wrist in his iron grip. “Why did I hear my daughter say your name yesterday?”

“You must have misheard her.” Kihyun replied smoothly, his heart racing nonetheless.

“I wasn’t born yesterday.” His superior snapped back, twisting the young man’s wrist until he cried out in pain. “You think you’re so smart, you think you’ve got the world in your hands. But just you wait. First, I’m making sure you lose your scholarship for severe misconduct. Then, I’ll phone all the contacts I have and make sure you can never get into another school like this, no matter where you go, Finally, I’m going to make sure (Y/N) doesn’t even remember your name, so that you have nothing left after your useless escapade.” 

“Fuck you.” The student hissed, tears brimming in his eyes. He couldn’t let this happen, let himself lose everything he worked for and (Y/N). He finally snatched his wrist away. “I’ll kill you before anything of that happens, you rotten bastard.”

“What will that achieve? You’ll still lose your career, your life, and (Y/N) and Minji will hate you for the rest of their lives.”

No, that wasn’t true. Kihyun had been woken up too many times by (Y/N) crying out in her sleep, wrecked with the emotional damage Junho had done to her. He’d always go and make her a cup of camomile tea, and rub her back when she cried to him about how she wished that she’d never met Junho. She’d be much better off if he was dead.

His swiss army knife was in his pocket. Maybe he could end all their troubles here.

“Now get out of my site, rat. No point doing any more work when you’re going to be kicked out by the end of the day, right?” Junho’s triumphant smirk only served to piss off Kihyun even more.

He found the knife in his pocket, flicking the blade out and letting it rest in his hand.

It was when Junho gave him a shove towards the door that he snapped and pulled it out, brandishing it in front of his face.

“Nice tool you have there, little rat. What are you going to do with it? You haven’t got the guts.” It was to Junho's surprise that he found himself pinned down to the floor, Kihyun’s weight on his chest keeping him from moving as the blade was dragged up his wrists. One of the student’s hands was clasped over the professor’s mouth to keep him from screaming out as he finished his work. The light was leaving the villain’s eyes, and it was sickeningly satisfying to see as Kihyun cleaned off the knife before leaving it in the dying man’s hands. Even if his victim tossed the blade away, it would still have the prints and Kihyun would be cleared nonetheless. He cleaned off his hands, shrugged on his jacket and left the bastard in a pool of his own blood.

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It was just after three o’clock, with Kihyun having spent the afternoon in the library studying his theory textbooks, that he got a text from (Y/N).

‘Can you pick up Minji from school as soon as possible please? I can’t leave the house right, I’ll explain it later.’

His heart thudded. He was more than ready to do it for (Y/N), to be the rock of stability in her life. If she ever needed him, he would be there.

Minji was chipper as always, not questioning why she’d been asked to leave classes early although Kihyun did have some difficulty proving to the receptionist that he had permission to pick her up despite not being her father.

She chattered to Kihyun all throughout the journey home, practically bouncing in the seat even after he gently scolded her for distracting him. He could never be mad at her, she was too cute. 

Minji was ready to jump into her mother’s arms the second the front door opened, but the sight of (Y/N)’s reddened eyes as she pulled the two inside before quickly shutting it behind them was enough to concern her. 

And as soon as the three were hidden from the eyes of the public, (Y/N) broke down into tears. 

“M-m-minji… your daddy…” She choked out. “He’s…”

Kihyun rushed to comfort her, letting her sob into his chest.

“We’ll explain to you later, Minji. Do you want to go to your room and play with your dolls?”

The little girl bit her lip, trusting Kihyun but also concerned about the state of her mother. He gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder with his spare hand, and it was enough to sway her and run off. 

“Honey, we need to sit down.” Kihyun muttered, gently leading her over to the armchair. The mother sniffed and detached herself from him, wiping at her eyes.

“It’s Junho. I got a call from the police. They found him dead, and they think he killed himself.” Kihyun couldn’t care less, but seeing the state (Y/N) was in he knew it was best to fake sympathy and coo apologies.

“It’s all my fault, I told him to go to hell, I told him I hate him. It’s all my fault, I killed him!” She wasn’t exactly wrong, she had been the cause of his death, but Kihyun didn’t want that weight on her shoulders.

“No, it’s not. You’re not to blame for whatever he did.” He whispered. 

“I shouldn't have ever fought him. If I’d been a bit more tolerant, he w-w-wouldn’t be dead!” A new wave of tears dripped down (Y/N)’s cheeks.

“Don’t blame yourself, you did the right thing.” Kihyun repeated, like a mantra. (Y/N) just shook her head at the response. 

“Please, Kihyun. I love you, but this should have never happened.” There was a pit in Kihyun’s stomach as the love of his life spoke. “I think… I think we need some time apart. This doesn’t feel right.”

No. This couldn’t be happening. 

Surely Junho hadn’t been right. Surely (Y/N) didn’t hate him?

“We’re meant to be together, (Y/N). I’m here for you, no matter what. I’d do anything for your love.” He clasped her hands in his. 

“I know. I just can’t do this, the guilt would eat me alive.” She continued, her eyes still watery. “What would I look like, Minji’s father dying and me staying with my new man without a care in the world?!” 

“He was a rotten bastard!” Kihyun raised his voice, standing up. “Why should you care if he’s dead? He hurt you, he deserved everything he got!”

(Y/N) was stunned.

“How could you be so heartless? I never wanted him dead!” She snapped.

“And what if I did?” Kihyun replied heatedly. “He had it coming!”

There was silence, although Kihyun’s blood was boiling so hot he was surprised there wasn’t steam coming out of his ears.

“Dear lord, Kihyun. What did you do?” (Y/N)’s voice was barely a whisper, but he heard her loud and clear.

“Nothing he didn’t deserve.” Kihyun said simply.

“Get out of my house right now.” 

He didn’t move.

“I’m calling the police.”

Her empty threats meant nothing to the lovesick man.

“I’d do anything for you.” He affirmed. “Don’t test that.”

(Y/N) was shaking. She was out of the grasp of one obsessed man, only to fall into the arms of one much worse.

He sat down next to her again, taking her hands into his own.

“No one could ever take me away from you. I swear.”

[thisweekingundamwing]

This Week in Gundam Wing 6-12 June 2021

Here’s this week’s roundup! June 6th -12th!

Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works you see or make next week!

~Mod Hel (Sorry this is so late all!)

Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

@destinysblackrose​

Losing my Breath https://destinysblackrose.tumblr.com/post/653297355731435520/fic-losing-my-breath-gundam-wing-heero-x

F/M, Heero Yuy/Relena Darlian

Rated M for mature. Contains smut and angst.

Before his ‘reconnaissance mission’, Heero had been coaxing her, week after week. Waiting for her to become comfortable with this aspect of their relationship. Their last 'exchange’ gave him hope that maybe, they were getting closer.

The patience of a sniper. He used to hate it. Waiting. Watching. Aching. Breathing. Boring.

At least nothing about waiting for Relena was dull.

@lemontrash​

Pride Day 5 https://lemontrash.tumblr.com/post/653269838365638656/pride-day-5

5 It Used to be a Different Game - 1x5 SFW - UST.

After a war and a rocky experience with ambivalent heterosexuality, Wufei is not entirely sure what to make of this situation.

@noirangetrois​

Gundam Wing Diaries https://noirangetrois.tumblr.com/post/653438898421284864/the-gundam-wing-diaries

May 8, 2000 (Monday)

Episode 46 - “Milliardo’s Decision”

May 9, 2000 (Tuesday)

Episode 47 - “Collision in Space”

Gundam Wing Diaries https://noirangetrois.tumblr.com/post/653714468147265536/the-gundam-wing-diaries

May 10, 2000 (Wednesday)

Episode 48 - “Takeoff into Confusion”

May 11, 2000 (Thursday)

Episode 49 - “The Final Victor”

Of the Sea (Ch. 11) https://noirangetrois.tumblr.com/post/653792472043077632/of-the-sea-chapter-11-archive-of

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, fairytale my way, Meroctopus!Dorothy, Slow Burn, Multi POV, POV Third Person Limited, merman au, MerMay, Fantasy Politics, mentions of abuse, Unnatural November

Heero Yuy will soon be reaching the age of majority, at which time he will ascend the throne of Wingaria. Before such time, he must needs choose a bride. But what if there are no good choices? What if someone else has captured his heart?

simulacraryn

Friday, I’m in Love https://archiveofourown.org/works/31705282/chapters/78469714

F/M, Gen, Zechs Merquise/Lucrezia Noin

Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Hangover, Alcohol Mentions, Explicit Language, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - College/University, 1995 college au, khushrenada family has more issues than a magazine, background Treize being a gremlin, unbetaed - we die like men here

[College AU, 1995] Zechs is well aware of the upcoming social obligations that come with being friends and sharing a home with a "snob". The issue is when said friendship is actually cramping his own style, then it's time to enlist his girlfriend in order to help the friend find a better coping mechanism for the upcoming activities.

@thaiteaaddict​

Reincarnated As A Minor Villiainess and I Survived Past My Death Scene (Ch. 28) https://thaiteaaddict.tumblr.com/post/653740109010747392/i-reincarnated-as-a-minor-villainess-and-i

M/M, F/F, F/M, Heero x Duo, Trowa x Quatre, Wufei x Meilan, Dorothy x Relena

Full cast

Teen, AU - Fantasy, AU - Isekai, POV First Person, Unreliable Narrator

After being killed in a traffic accident, Duo wakes up in a medieval fantasy novel - except he’s woken up as one of the novel’s minor villains who was supposed to have died in a main character’s backstory. Intent on righting the wrongs of his novel counterpart, Duo sets out to change his fate and just maybe improve the relationship between himself and his estranged husband, Duke Heero Yuy. (Duo is isekai’d into the body of a novel’s villainess character and runs with it.)

@zaganthi​

Catered https://zaganthi.tumblr.com/post/653846550482665472/catered-zaganthi-caffiends-tzigane-gundam

M/M, Chang Wufei/Quatre Raberba Winner

Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Blindfolds; Demisexuality; Dinner; First Kiss; Hand Feeding, GW Pride 2k21 – Day 13, Blindfolds; Day 17, foodplay

“I would like you to do a blind taste test.” Quatre sat down across from him on the cushion, smiling that serene little smile that he only used when he was up to something. He’d done stranger things. That smile made him a little paranoid, though. Anyone with the least bit of sense would be paranoid when Quatre looked like that.

“All right.”

“Thank you.” Wufei could see the smile, but he could also hear it in Quatre’s voice as he moved behind him.

Gnossienne https://zaganthi.tumblr.com/post/653752431378890752/gnossienne-zaganthi-caffiends-perryvic

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Quatre Raberba Winner; Treize Khushrenada/Duo Maxwell; Treize Khushrenada/Quatre Raberba Winner; Trowa Barton/Chang Wufei

Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, Aged-Up Character(s) Quatre Raberba’s Uchuu no Kokoro | Space Heart; Preventers (Gundam Wing); Team as Family; Domestic Bliss; Friendship; Friendship/Love; talking with exes; Double Penetration; rompy sex; Aftermath of Violence; Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery; Awareness of the trouser legs of time; Talking about Therapy; Dinner Party; Swordfighting; Enthusiastic Consent

It was as if his words constituted permission because Quatre’s smile was blinding then as was his emotional reaction - figuratively and literally because he damn well started glowing as he said in a reverent whisper “Sandrock,…”

His Gundam impossibly powered up there and then right in front of them even as Quatre literally ran towards it. This time around he really got it, he could feel Sandrock as Quatre felt him - and it was a him strangely. Just as he felt that Deathscythe was more than just metal and technology, Sandrock had a presence. How, he didn’t know but it was like seeing him reunite with a beloved family member.

Fanart/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@alphaikaros​

https://alphaikaros.tumblr.com/post/653299730884050944/late-mermay-post

Dorothy/Quatre, fanart

https://alphaikaros.tumblr.com/post/653860625645256704

Relena/Heero, fanart

@anukisart​

https://anukisart.tumblr.com/post/653291417640304640/first-anime-crush-right-here

Heero Yuy, fanart

@babygray-dam​

https://babygray-dam.tumblr.com/post/653427876479303680/a-sketch-of-duo-maxwell

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@cloakandfire​

https://cloakandfire.tumblr.com/post/653518473738305536/milliardo-peacecraft-lucrezia-neuenheim-noin

Millidardo Peacecraft/Zechs Merquise, fanart

@duointherain​

https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/653647734686072832/a-new-duo-render-from-violet-in-tooth-and-claw-i

Duo Maxwell, render

@gundayum​

https://gundayum.tumblr.com/post/653389873532796928/im-just-gonna-copypasta-from-ao3-lmao-sorry

Relena & Heero, fanart

@idrawprettyboys​

https://idrawprettyboys.tumblr.com/post/653393436572106753/duo-in-a-crop-top

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@twillpoint​

https://twillpoint.tumblr.com/post/653752343129636864/until-next-time-afternoon-tea-booth

Duo/Quatre, fanbook

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@cuteciboulette​

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/653254092113723392/doujinshika-sango-show

Destiny, doujinshi

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/653344695287775232

Duo & Heero Book, doujinshi

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/653707101846306816/cuteciboulette-tsuki-no-kodomo-vol-3-full

Act 3, doujinshi

Head Canons:

@bryony-rebb​

https://noirangetrois.tumblr.com/post/653352279647371264/lemontrash-bryony-rebb-bryony-rebb

Trowa & Cathy, headcanon

@lemontrash​

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes​

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/653552300665782272/duo-kinda-gay-to-make-a-wanted-poster-duo-why-do

Duo & Heero

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/653642909168631808/duo-im-hella-fucking-tired-but-i-need-to-go-to

Duo & Quatre

Calendar Events:

@gundamzine​

Rhythm Generation 2021

Meet the Mods: https://gundamzine.tumblr.com/post/636708854145613824/come-on-over-a-meet-your-2021-zine-mod-team-head

Check out the blog for the Zine schedule!

@gundam-wing-pride​

Gundam Wing Pride 2k21 https://gundam-wing-pride.tumblr.com/post/648237909672083456/incoming-transmission-faq

A Beautiful Rainbow of Prompts https://gundam-wing-pride.tumblr.com/post/649898271517573120/a-beautiful-rainbow-of-prompts

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, ! [starting back up next week!]

In need of Summer/Fall(Autumn) prompts!

@gwshootingstars

Shooting Stars Online Convention https://gwshootingstars.tumblr.com/post/653339481502564352/hey-everyone-guess-whos-back-with-a-brand-new

This has been tabled for future action.

https://gwshootingstars.tumblr.com/post/653641678082752512/hi-all-thank-you-so-much-for-the-response-and

Latest news.

@oztober-rust

Welcome to Oztober Rust

We’re an up and coming Gundam Wing event with a slight twist! This page is still a work in progress, but you’re welcome to join us over on discord and get a feel for the event.

Have discord, will fan. https://oztober-rust.tumblr.com/post/647568110262566912/i-see-a-nice-and-steady-following-we-do-have-a

@seasons-of-gundamwing

Summer Event Prompts Needed https://seasons-of-gundamwing.tumblr.com/post/652830126852177920/alright-folks

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/644080386309275648/events-calendar-update

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

[illneverrecover]

breathe for you | jjk

➛pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader ➛genre: Marriage!AU, domestic!AU, slice of life, fluff with a nice little smut undertone. ➛word count: 2006 ➛rating: 18+ (mature themes, mentions and descriptions of foreplay). ➛warnings: cursing, heavy petting, marking, dry humping/grinding, slight hair pulling, making out like horny teenagers, Jungkook being a goofy soft ass whole entire angel.  ➛summary: You’re always cold, but Jungkook comes up with the sweetest and most creative ways to warm you up. ➛notes: This entire thing was written for one of my beautiful besties, @quinnkoo​ . Happy Birthday,  Quinny baby! I’m sad we’re not celebrating this years at a BTS concert (or in a GCF!) like we did last year, but I hope this at least makes you smile. I’m so glad to have you in my life, to get to call you a friend, and to get to finally be close enough to squeeze you. Don’t tell anyone but I love you. Actually just don’t read this. ➛song:  Love U - Monsta X & Breathe for You - Monsta X

“It’s freezing in here.”

“No it’s not. You’re being dramatic again.”

Huffing, you slide the soles of your feet until they’re pressed against one of Jungkook’s sweatpant clad thighs. “I’m never dramatic literally ever. Feel my toes,” you wiggle them, giggling when he squeaks at the pinch. 

“Why do you always want me to touch your feet? Listen, baby, if you have a foot fetish, we can discuss some boundaries-”

“Jungkook!” you yell, laughing when he grabs your feet, tickling them briefly before slowly squeezing. His hands were so warm, which was a gentle reminder that your husband was practically a human furnace. 

Scooting closer to him, you fling your legs completely in his lap, sighing with relief when large palms slide up and down your legs, the friction warming your bones. You were always cold, no matter what the weather, but it was one of the many quirks that Jungkook loves about you - and loves teasing you for. Nuzzling into his side, you rest your eyes in the cozy peace of the moment before Jungkook shouts, plopping your legs to the couch to stand.

“I have an idea!”

You scoff. “Is your idea microwaving my socks again? Because they almost caught fire last time and it was awful-”

“No! This idea is way better,” he grins, winking at you before darting away. 

Despite the exasperation on your face, you couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. Finding the match to your soul was a feat that you hadn’t thought possible, and yet here he was, dressed like a teenager and armed with a toothy grin, ready to take on the world for you. It may seem silly to others, but every moment spent with him was more than you could ever ask for. He was so caring, so considerate. He always wanted to make you laugh, always going out of his way to make you smile. 

So many bad days that he had turned for the better by attempting to make your favorite food, or demanding a movie night with all your favorites. Days when you had left work exhausted and drained and so damn soul weary that you didn’t think you could leave your bed - and instead of trying to make you, he instead joined you, holding you tight and letting you tell him all your fears and concerns. Jungkook was the most attentive partner, and he made the most mundane things unforgettable - one of his many charms.

He returns with a pile of blankets in his arms, doe eyes dancing with mirth just above the visible line. 

“You know where you can’t be cold?” when you shake your head, he drops the blankets on your lap, throwing his arms in the air. “Inside the formidable and impenetrable Fort Nochu!” 

You roll your eyes, but your smile is already hurting your cheeks. It was a cheesy nickname, a silly word, and yet it was something so undeniably him.

“Impenetrable, huh?” Unfolding the top blanket, you drape it over the couch until it reaches the top of the nearby recliner until a makeshift ceiling is formed. “Is the fort itself impenetrable or does that go for the inhabitants as well?” 

His dulcet chuckle is music to your ears, long hair shifting to fall into his eyes as he looks up at you through thick lashes. The look was more lethal than he realizes, and your blood starts pounding, pooling low in your gut.

“Well, you’ll just have to come and find out, hmm?” He tries to wink, but both eyes close, and you feel your heart clenching. 

Did he have to be so damn cute? Honestly, the whiplash was maddening. 

It took less than 10 minutes to finish the construction, your ideas for the optimal blanket fort perfectly aligning and allowing you to work in tandem. The futon mattress from the spare room has been dragged as the makeshift floor, a mountain of pillows and blankets adorning the top until it was truly lush and luxurious. A small door had been left open to the elements so that the TV screen could be seen, though Jungkook assures that this is not a design flaw and does not change his previous statement regarding the fortitude of Fort Nochu. 

He gestures for you to crawl inside before following, remote forgotten shortly after he puts some Netflix show on for background noise. Instead you were content to lay facing each other, his long arms circling your waist and rubbing smooth patterns along the ridges of your spine. Your face is pressed to the firmness of his chest, his scent heady mixed with the gentle thumping of his heart, and you couldn’t help but to breathe him in, to wish you could pull him in deeper. 

He’s humming a song, one that you don’t recognize but it’s beautiful and soothing as one hand slides up your back to nestle into your hair. “So, how about it? Did it work? Are you warm yet?”

Honestly, your limbs and heart had been heated through long before climbing into the blanket fort, but he didn’t need to know that. Instead, you trace the silk line of his jaw, thumb tugging at the corner of his plush bottom lip until his darkened gaze focuses on you. 

“I’m pretty warm, but I think I could be warmer.”

He glares then, question evident on his brow but instead of answering further, you hitch a leg over his hip, pulling him closer until your faces were almost touching. Your nose sweeps against his gently, a ghost of sweetness, before trailing down to his pulse point, to the hollow of his throat. You press a lingering kiss there, wet and soft, before moving to leave another, making a small path until you reach the barrier of his hoodie. 

He shakes loose a breath as his hands tighten around you, tugging in an effort to bring you closer, but you ignore it to continue your leisurely ministrations on the column of his neck. His skin was sweet, as if the lingering scent of his soap had melded with his natural scent to create the most perfect flavor, one that you couldn’t get enough of. You grin against him when you hear him whine, swallowing thickly. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” you murmur, teasing the lobe of his ear with your teeth. Sliding a hand through his long locks, you tangle your fingers near the root to give a gentle pull, awarding you a low moan from his throat. “Is there something you want, Jungkook?”

His voice is rough, gravelly with misuse, but you hear him clearly all the same. 

“You. All I ever want is you.”

Now it’s your turn to groan, swinging your body up onto his hips until you are straddling above him, hands resting against the tight planes of his chest. He looks beautiful pinned beneath you; lungs heaving, face flushed, tawny eyes shiny and lust blown. His long hair is fanned around his face, almost making him look angelic - if you didn’t know any better, that is.

Unable to resist any longer, you crash your lips to his, licking against the seam of his pout until he opens, always so pliant for your kisses. You kiss him until he’s breathless, until his mouth is love bitten and his taste is burned onto your tongue. You’d be content to kiss Jungkook all night, to just enjoy the feeling of his lips moving in sync with your own, but the growing hardness pressing against your inner thigh is begging for your attention.

Who are you to deny Jungkook attention?

Rolling your hips, you finally pull your mouth away, gasping for air as you keen against him. “So what were the rules regarding penetration inside of Fort Nochu again?”

A choked laugh fades into a moan of your name, palms digging into your waist, bruising.  “I concede. You’re the queen of this fort now, you make the rules.” 

Victory of your win flooded your veins, and you give him a cocky grin before suckling his bottom lip between your teeth, nipping the flesh gently before letting it drop. 

“Good.”

Your hands slide under his hoodie to feel the feverish skin of his torso, lean muscles shivering under the contact as he gasps, and you love how responsive he is; how sensitive he is to your touch, how worked up he gets for you - only for you. 

Nudging him to sit up, you rip the material over his head to toss aside, eyes greedily drinking in the revealed skin before you like it was the first time all over again. Latching your mouth to his collarbone, you start to suck evidence of your claim against his golden skin, hips rocking gently against his length in sync with his soft mewls.

Each glide against his clothed cock was delicious pressure against your aching core, and you knew you were wet enough that you wouldn’t even need anything more than to slide your panties to the side to have him sheathed fully inside of you. Dropping a hand down to your center, you move to sweep the offending material away when a sudden tug at your shirt has you yelping.

“Mama? Papa?”

The voice is tiny, dripping with sleep, and you will your pulse to slow its pace when you turn to see your son clamoring his way into the fort. 

Sighing, you drop your head to Jungkook’s chest, snickering alongside him when he presses a kiss to your temple, allowing you a moment of reprieve before slipping out of his lap.

“Hey little man, why are you still awake?” he questions, hands reaching for the boy who happily scrambles into his father’s embrace. 

Tiny fists rub at his eyes, hair sticking out into an excellent mad scientist impersonation. He looks just like his father, could almost be his twin, and as he got older and more of his personality started to show, it became evident that you had created some sort of Jungkook clone. 

Something that the world should perhaps be worried about, but it only made your heart swell.

“I had a bad dream, I got scared. And then you weren’t in your room.” He pouts, lip jutting out, causing Jungkook to crinkle his nose with an amused grin.

“I’m sorry, rabbit. We decided to build a blanket fort,” leaning forward, he cups his hand towards the child’s ear, whispering conspiratorially. “I named it Fort Nochu.”

At the name, your son's eyes widen, turning to look at his father. “Nochu? Like who comes and helps me sleep at night?”

Jungkook chuckles, catching your eye as you stifle back giggles of your own. It had been an old trick, a silly story to tell your little boy that ‘Nochu would come through’ to help him sleep, but it had worked like a charm and clearly left a lasting impression.

“Exactly like that!” 

Your heart tightens in a vice at the scene, and you muse if you could possibly love your husband - your little family - any more for probably the millionth time since you brought your son home. There’s a smile on your face as you make room between you, adoration smooth in your eyes when you pat the bed encouragingly. 

“Does that mean I can sleep here?” he slides into the opening, a yawn ripping from him as he cozies under the copious blankets.

“I bet if you sleep here, you won’t have any more bad dreams,” you coo, running a hand through your sons dark hair as he settles onto his side, eyes already closing. 

Jungkook slips in behind him, elbow propping him up so he can admire you both, the comfortable silence lulling in the space between. Reaching over the now sleeping boys form, his hand searches your own, fingers interlocking, giving you a quick squeeze.

“Are you warm now?”

His voice is low, dripping with adoration, and you know what he means; what he’s asking without ever saying the words. 

Your eyes close as you hum. 

“Definitely.” 

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Sighing, Dean dropped his keys into the small glass dish that rested in the hallway. Sam had been adamant about them having a damn key dish. Dean half thought it was ‘cause Sammy only ever knew about domesticity outside of the bunker from films. Not that Cas and Jack were any better.

“Honey, I’m home,” Dean called out, moving further into the house. He peered into the living room and saw it empty. His shoulders felt heavy as he dragged himself over to the couch.

Dean untied his boots, joints aching from work. Maybe he was on the healthy side of forty, but a long life of brutal work made his back pop and his bones creak like an old house. In a sense, Dean thought he was an old house. Creaking, moaning, and filled with ghosts.

Dragging a hand over his face, Dean stood up after he finished removing his boots. He carried them back into the hallway before making a beeline toward the kitchen. The lights were still on, though Cas left them on often for him when he knew Dean would be working late.

The tension in his shoulders eased at the sight of a yellow sticky note plastered to the front of the microwave. Cas’ neat scrawl informed him of a plate placed in the microwave and ready for reheating. Dean was supposed to be home for dinner this time, dammit. He had been working late nights all week. He missed his family.

Swallowing thickly, Dean set the plate to reheat. He didn’t even check to see what Cas had prepared. Dean rolled his shoulders, stretching his neck as the plate slowly spun on its course. Before the timer called out, Dean ended the microwave’s cycle. He didn’t know if Cas and Jack were already in bed. No need to wake them from the microwave’s blaring.

The plate was warm in his hands, a small helping of vegetables and something Dean could identify as pork loaded on top. Smiling to himself, Dean grabbed a fork and knife from the drawer beside him and carried his small dinner over to the table.

It was lonely. Dean hated that thought. He was sitting in his home that he bought with his husband for them and their kid. But he was sitting beside an empty chair and looking across at Jack’s obnoxiously painted chair. Cas insisted the kid pick out his own, and it was horrendous to look at. The entire kitchen was mix and matched from their own taste to the housewarming gifts but it was theirs.

And here Dean was, looking at it alone.

Sighing, Dean pushed his plate aside and rested his face in his hands. God, he couldn’t even eat. Couldn’t even with his family. He wouldn’t trade this life for the world—and hell if he wasn’t afraid that sometime in his future he would have to make that choice. He was a damn lucky son of a bitch to have this. To have a family waiting for him at home and a job that he wasn't afraid he’d never make it back from.

But Harry was working him like a horse, and the shop had been non-stop all week after that accident on the highway. And Dean was fucking tired. He wanted to eat dinner with his fucking family. Didn’t he deserve that? Hadn’t he earned that?

Steps sounding from behind Dean drew his attention. He raised his face from his hands and turned to see Cas moving toward him. There were bags under his eyes and his hair looked ragged. His smile was soft and gentle like April rain. He was still beautiful; still Castiel Winchester.

“Hey,” Dean whispered, holding his hand out for Cas to take. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No,” Cas answered quickly, taking Dean’s hand and drawing closer. Stepping into his space, Dean moved his legs apart to accommodate Cas. He took the invitation and stepped even closer until his form was towering over Dean. Cas took Dean’s face in his hands and Dean felt any remaining tension melt away as if Cas still had some grace stored up for just this occasion.

Humming, Dean closed his eyes. “Couldn’t sleep?” He teased lightly, peeling his eyes open to look into that ever startling blue gaze.

Cas’ lips quirked into a smile. “I can never sleep without you.” He whispered back just as gently.

Dean snorted a quiet laugh. “I know that’s a damn lie. You sleep like the dead and snore like a tractor.” He quipped, quirking his brow up at Cas.

The roll of Cas’ eyes and the twitch of his lips was what Dean had wanted anyway. Cas nodded his head, conceding to the point. “Perhaps,” he eventually said, “but I always sleep better with you near.”

“Me too,” Dean’s throat felt dry, clenching around his words. He was surprised anything came out at all. “Cas,” he looked up at his husband, pleading, “I’m so sorry. I wanted to be home tonight. I did. I swear to God, Cas, I tried—”

“Dean,” Cas stilled him, rubbing his thumbs soothingly against Dean’s cheeks. “I know.” He leaned forward, gently kissing Dean’s forehead in a fluttering kiss. “We know.” Cas’ reassured him, speaking exactly what Dean needed to hear. He always knew what Dean needed to hear.

Smiling, Cas captured Dean’s lips gently, soothing the ache in Dean’s heart with the firm pressure of his lips against his own. He pulled back, still wearing that same smile. “When you get the weekend off, we’ll go up to Sam and Eileen’s. Take a breather.” Cas offered.

“Sounds damn near perfect,” Dean inhaled slowly. “As soon as I get the damn weekend off.”

“You will,” Cas spoke confidently. “This too shall pass.” He raised that dominating eyebrow, eyes filled with mirth. “You have faced off against worse things than an all-nighter.”

Dean sighed, nodding. “I know, but,” he chewed at his lip. He knew Cas would never judge him, but being vulnerable like this? It was something he was still working on. On communicating. On being open. “Usually with all of that shit I had you right beside me.”

Cas hummed, combing his fingers through Dean’s hair as his right hand moved to rest on Dean’s shoulder. “You might recall that there were several occasions in our lives where I was not beside you in the physical sense.”

Dean felt his eyes burn at those memories mixed with the sensation of Cas’ palm against his shoulder. His throat clenched and he swallowed harshly again. “Cas,” he began but to no avail.

“It’s true,” Cas spoke firm but gentle. “However, that does not mean there was a moment where I was not beside you.” Taking his usual seat at the kitchen table, Cas reached out. His palms were warm as they captured Dean’s hands in his own.

“We walk this life together now, Dean.” Cas finished this statement by bringing Dean’s ring to his lips, pressing the softest of kisses right there on the cool metal. “Through the bad and the good. And if that means you miss dinner and I have to cook, then so be it.” His voice was so factual, so sure. Dean couldn’t imagine Cas’ confidence in him ever wavering, since Dean could not recall a moment where Cas’ confidence in him ever had.

Dean pulled Cas’ hand to his lip, returning the kiss to Cas’ band. “I know.” His voice felt like it scraped against the roof of his mouth. “I love you so damn much, Cas.”

Cas smiled, small on his face but bright in its illuminance. “And I you.” He whispered, sighing with what Dean damn well hoped was content.

“Daddy?” A small voice called to them and an even smaller figure appeared in the entryway of the kitchen. Jack’s sleepy voice rumbled with a yawn before his eyes caught sight of Dean. He blinked in an attempt to fight off the sleep, blue eyes widening with delight. “Poppa!”

He raced over the tile floor of the kitchen, nearly sliding in his socks. Dean could hear the admonishment Cas had yet to say. Instead, Dean held out his arms for Jack and took the five-year-old in his grasp.

“Heya, slugger.” Dean grinned, kissing the top of Jack’s head. “What are you doing up, little guy?”

“I was thirsty.” Jack yawned, hugging his arms around Dean’s neck. “I didn’t know you’d be home or else I’d have waited up for you!”

Cas hummed under his breath, looking doubtful but no less adoring at Jack. He turned to Dean’s forgotten plate of food. “Why don’t I reheat this again and get Jack that glass of water?” He offered, grabbing the plate and standing.

Dean smiled gratefully at his husband before Jack’s chattering drew his attention again.

“And Mia said there was no such thing as angels but she’s wrong. She doesn’t even think vampires are real, Poppa.” Jack huffed, fiddling with the hem of Dean’s dirty shirt.

“What have we said about talking to your friends about monsters?” Dean furrowed his brow, looking at Jack.

Jack sighed dramatically. “It’s my secret. Like I’m Peter Parker.”

“Just like that.” Dean pinched his cheek, watching Jack squirm in his lap. “What did Leo think of the drawing you gave him? That happened today, right?” He worried at his cheek, fearing that he would have lost himself to the job. God, had that ever been his fear. Losing his family to the fucking job. He just hadn’t thought that job could ever be a normal one.

“Leo loved it!” Jack clapped his hands, taking the cup of water Cas carefully handed to him. “Leo said that he thought it was awesome. I think Leo’s awesome too.”

Dean smiled, watching as Jack drank some of his water slowly. He was growing up too damn fast. “Leo sounds like a good friend.”

The microwave beeped and Cas set the plate in front of Dean before taking his own seat again. “Leo’s mother asked if we had any plans for Memorial Day. Her husband is planning on doing a barbeque, and they’re inviting a few neighbors and friends over.”

“Do we need to bring anything?” Dean grabbed his fork, shoveling some of the green beans into his mouth. He took care not to disturb Jack on his lap.

“She said that’s not required, but it would be appreciated.” Cas hummed. “I know you are traditionally opposed to offering vegetables to our neighbors, but the tomatoes have just begun to ripen and I think we could make something nice with them.”

Dean attempted to hide his smile with another shoveling of food. “Sounds good to me, Cas.” His heart fluttered within his chest, the ache of today completely forgotten in the warmth of his husband and kid. Even if he didn’t get to have dinner with them, this was his damn family. “Sounds perfect.”

[cutesuki--bakugou]

Summer Solitude pt. 2

Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)

Story Rating: Explicit

Genre: Fluff / Romance / Domestic 

Story Warnings: Cursing, brief sex (vaginal) and fingering, A LOT flirting, playful spanking, vague mentions of kinks, mostly fluff and just silliness

Words: 4,047

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3

Written for the @bnhabookclub​​ ‘s members bingo event!

Crossed off: Trickery (not on my card, replacement of an accidental repeat)

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Art in banner by me

“Get your hand off my booty. You’re gonna mess up my tan.” 

“Tan? Utsuro, you don’t tan. You burn. You’re already pink, you know. You need more sunscreen.” Bakugou’s hand ran down along the back of Koge’s thigh, the pressure of his grip and natural roughness of his palms bringing a small sigh of pleasure from her lips. Laying on her stomach, she had sprawled out on a blanket the couple had placed in the grass near the water, soaking in some of the hot summer sun. Sitting beside her, Bakugou was content to munch on some watermelon, stabbing squares of the juicy fruit with his toothpick before bringing it to his lips. Along with his munching, he was a tad handsy, unable to really help touching Koge or stroking her skin, which was something the petite woman loved. 

“I just put some on, like… ten minutes ago.” Turning her head, Koge rested her cheek against her folded forearms, eyes scanning his bare back. Each movement he made to pick up another piece of fruit flexed his broad shoulders and caused his muscles to ripple, bringing a heat to Koge’s cheeks that wasn’t at all related to the sun. Even his arm as it moved with his continuous slow stroking of her thigh had her stomach fluttering, nearly mesmerized by his form. What was worse, his skin was shiny and wet with remnants of the lake water, as he had just come back up from a quick dip while Koge soaked in the sun. 

And as she watched a droplet of water slide down along his side, she knew that she had made a mistake making that bet earlier. Now she was really paying the price. 

Koge knew that Bakugou could tell, too, and he wasn’t taking this challenge lightly. Sure, he wasn’t jumping her bones every second he could, but he was still doing exactly what Koge had expected. In between his more casual affection, he’d randomly toss in a more sensual touch, a lingering of his lips, or a flash of his crimson glare that could set Koge off in seconds. Even now as he focused on eating, his fingers trailed along her inner thigh, lightly brushing against her clothed sex. If he was doing it on purpose at the moment, she couldn’t be sure, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to ask and give away that she was struggling. 

“Gimme a bite?” Koge smiled up at him as he glanced over his shoulder in response to her words, his cheek puffed out as he chewed. Compliant, Bakugou stabbed a new piece, leaning back and supporting himself with his elbow to easily bring the fruit to her lips. Koge was quick to open wide and hold it between her teeth while Bakugou pulled the stick back, humming softly in happiness as she ate the juicy treat. “Mmm! That watermelon is really sweet!” 

“I can think of a few things that are sweeter.” Staying in his laid-back position, Bakugou licked some of the watermelon juice from his fingers, once again sending a heat rushing through Koge like a fire. 

Jerk! He’s too good at this. 

“Yeah, me too. Like grapes. Or just candy.” 

“Sure, Utsuro.” Smirking in his silent, smug victory, Bakugou pushed his still damp hair back out of his face, the water slicking it back and causing it to cling to itself. “If that’s what comes to mind.” 

Unable to handle gazing upon his glistening chest and abs, Koge shoved her face back into the blanket as casually as she could, silently screaming in her mind and cursing herself for being so stupid. “Is there something else that should have come to mind?” 

“I already know something else came to mind.” 

“I’m not saying it!” 

“What? Struggling not to lose?” 

Koge could hear the smirk in his voice, her skin tingling as his fingers lightly and slowly trailed down her spine. Huffing, she rolled over on her back away from him in hopes that he couldn’t reach her anymore. “I won’t lose!” Glowering at him, she pushed herself up to sit on her elbows, having to control the screaming urge to look down at his body. “You promised you wouldn’t try hard!” 

Bakugou scoffed, taking a large bite out of a larger slice of watermelon, since all the little pieces had been eaten. It was as if he were purposefully showing off his impressive bite and teeth, which was just another turn on for Koge, who couldn’t help but imagine those teeth sinking into the skin of her inner thighs. “Utsuro, I’m not trying hard,” Bakugou paused to lick his lips, ignoring the juice of the fruit that dripped onto his chest from the slice in his hand. “You’re just horny. You can’t win.” 

“I’m not. You are trying hard, everything you’re doing is so extra!” 

“I’m just eating watermelon. It’s not my fault you’re seeing that as sexual.” Taking another bite, the blonde munched away before tossing the slice back into its large bowl, searching for a napkin that he used to wipe his mouth and chest of the dribbling juice. “Fuck that shit gets everywhere.” 

Huffing, Koge flopped back to lay down, crossing her arms over her chest as she glared up at the blue sky. “I hate you.” 

“Sounds like a you problem.” 

“See, now you’re just working against yourself, jokes like that will get you no pussy.” 

“Shut up,” Leaning over, Bakugou caressed her flushed cheek, kissing her lips softly. “You’re too cute to argue.” 

“Don’t pull that with me,” Koge gripped onto his forearm lightly, not wanting him to back away. “You know I can’t resist your sweet talk.” 

“Yeah, I know.” Bakugou kissed her again, scooting his body in closer to half-hover over her easier, one of his legs coming to rest casually between hers. “All I have to do is call you the B-word and you’re gonna lose that bet real quick.” 

“Calling me a bitch only works in certain situations, love.” 

“I don’t mean that B-word.” 

Cheeks growing hotter, Koge narrowed her eyes at him, nudging his nose with hers lightly. “Don’t you dare. That’d be cheating! Especially with your voice still being a little raspy from losing it the other day while you were sick… You’d make me cum just from your voice.” 

“Yeah?” Bakugou chuckled, letting his hand slide down from her cheek to instead rest on her stomach. “Then what? I’d make you cum with my voice, but that’s not enough for you.” His lips still dangerously close, Bakugou didn’t break eye contact with her as his fingers trailed down across her skin towards her hips. His touch was so light it made Koge’s entire body tingle in ticklish pleasure, almost finding it hard to not twitch away. “You’d need more.” 

“You don’t know that.” The involuntary waver in her voice didn’t go undetected, a new smug smirk spreading across Bakugou’s lips. 

“I do know. I know, because your slutty little body craves my fat cock inside you. It can’t be satisfied until I’ve fucked you into a crying stupor.” His lips were right up against hers now, brushing as he spoke and only teasing Koge’s parted mouth with a hint of a kiss. She knew exactly what he was doing, yet she couldn’t pull away or resist him, her breathing growing heavier with her anxious energy. She wanted him so bad, but how could she give in already, only a couple of hours after their bet had been placed? Instead of any protest, only one word could slip from her strangled throat. 

“Katsuki…” 

“That’s right, baby,” Bakugou’s smirk only grew more wicked at Koge’s physical reaction to the pet name, her body arching up into his touch as his hand slipped beneath her bikini bottoms, two of his fingers stroking along her already soaking wet cunt and teasing her clit just as the word left his mouth. “Say my name and give into me.” His lips crashed down onto hers without any resistance, her mouth even opening eagerly for him to completely take control. Suddenly, a rush of pleasure as his fingers dug into her needy pussy snapped Koge out of her haze, making her squeal and wiggling out from under him, fumbling to her feat. 

“No, no, no! No! You aren’t allowed to do that! That’s SUPER try hard mode!” Pointing an accusing finger at him, Koge was only made more flustered as his smirk returned, her heart nearly leaping out of her mouth at the sight of him licking clean the fingers he had put inside her. “Katsuki!” 

“Mm, delicious. Sweeter than watermelon.” 

“Ugh!” With a stomp of her foot, Koge stormed off towards the lake, not looking back at her tease of a husband in hopes it would keep her away. “You’re not gonna win!” 

“You know I like a challenge, Utsuro. That cute little ass of yours is going to be tied up tonight. Just wait.” 

“No, you will be buying us a hot tub! That’s what’s gonna happen!” 

Chuckling, Bakugou sat up, doing his best to ignore the aching of his cock, speaking quietly to himself. “I wonder if I should tell her they’ve already ordered one? Hm… Nah.” 

…

“Katsuki, you’ve really gone all out on this! When did you have time to bring all this food up here? When you said we were going on a date, I didn’t expect all of this.” Koge couldn’t resist the bright smile on her face as she munched away on a delicious slice of seasoned beef, the light twinge of Bakugou’s favorite spices tickling her lips. “Yum!��� 

“I didn’t. I haven’t been here before, remember?” Bakugou glanced back at her over his shoulder, though most of his attention was on the pan where he had a variety of vegetables sautéing. Holding on firmly to the handle of the pan, he used quick and precise movements to flip the contents about, reminding Koge just how dwarfed her cooking skills were compared to his. “I had my dad help.” 

“You’re so sneaky.” Koge narrowed her eyes at him, her stomach fluttering in happiness from his effort and attention to their needs for the weekend, as well as making sure she was truly enjoying herself. “You’re not trying to butter me up for something, are you?” 

With a click of his tongue, Bakugou brought the still sizzling pan over towards her, using a set of tongs to grab and place the veggies onto her plate. “And what if I was?” 

“Then I’d say yes no matter what.” 

“Damn right.” After giving himself a portion on his own plate, Bakugou placed the pan back down on a cold burner of the stove, turning the other off while he was at it. “But no, I’m not. You deserve this.” 

Cheeks flushing, Koge grew a bit timid from his words, pulling her legs up into her chair to sit cross legged. “Thank you, Katsuki… That means a lot to me.” 

A kiss to the top of the head was given to her before Bakugou took his seat beside her, beginning to chow down on his food. “What do you think of this outdoor kitchen set up?” 

“I like it!” Koge glanced around them, eyeing the covered patio they were sat under and the row of cabinets that sported an oven and sink. From their chairs at the round metal table they were eating on, they both had the perfect view of the lake and setting sun, which painted the sky with lilac, cream, and coral hues. The glistening water reflected the masterpiece, bringing about such a calming sense of serenity. It truly was heaven, made perfect by the delicious food and the love of the man beside her. “I love everything about this place. Especially just getting to be alone with you.” 

“It’s been a long time. I don’t think we’ve gotten a full day to ourselves since Natsu was born. It’s so different from how it used to be.” Bakugou paused for a moment to eat, carefully shoveling some meat into his mouth with his chopsticks. “But, it just makes this more special. Reminds me of why and how much I love you.” 

“Aw, Katsuki,” Koge scooted her chair up close to him, resting her head against his shoulder. “I love you. I know adjusting to being parents and being married is really hard, but… We’re getting through it together. And even though I know you don’t think you have, you’ve been as wonderful as always, to me and the kids. Sometimes I miss it being just you and me, but I wouldn’t trade what we have now for anything.” 

“Me either. Here, you have a little-” Since Koge had been looking up at him, Bakugou took a moment to wipe her bottom lip lightly with his thumb, wiping away some stray sauce. Koge giggled, her face flushed and eyes never leaving his face. 

“Sorry, I’m a bit messy.” 

“Mm, yeah you are.” A deep hum rattled in his chest as he kissed her. “Messy, cute little sexy thing. If you get that sauce all over you, I’ll just end up having to clean you up myself.” 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Some extra sauce.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll get some extra special sauce later.” 

“You won’t!” Koge got one more kiss before she returned to eating, which Bakugou mimicked. “You’re not going to win. I’ve done so good. You haven’t gotten me since that nonsense with the B-word.” 

“For now.” 

With a roll of her eyes and a playful nudge to his side, the two fell silent to eat in peace, listening to the rippling water and the sounds of nighttime creatures around them. Once the two were done eating, Bakugou presented Koge with her favorite dessert of matcha mochi ice cream and chocolate syrup, which had her drooling and beaming with delight. By the time dinner was complete, the sun was set, blanketing the lake with darkness. The little backyard paradise was flooded with crackling light, however, as the firepit had been brought to life. Poking at the smoldering logs with a long poker, Bakugou shuffled them around until he was content, leaving it resting close by before approaching his wife. 

With a gentle stroke to the top of her head, he flopped to sit down beside her on the bench she had picked, letting one arm rest around her shoulders. “How’s that?” 

“It’s perfect.” Koge pulled her legs up into the seat, cuddling into and resting against his side. “I love this. I want everything to be just like this when we retire. Just at the coast instead.” 

“Hm. I can see that. A private oceanfront place. Though up in the mountains would be fucking nice, too. Surrounded by trees.” 

“But the bugs.” 

“Fuck the bugs, they wouldn’t be that bad.” 

“Hmm…” Koge turned a bit to rest her head against his shoulder, her hand sliding up his torso to his chest. “You know they would be. You’d have icky creepy crawlies all over you.” 

“I already do. Two icky creepy crawlies that always climb all over me.” 

“Only two?” 

“Well, three. Counting you. The biggest creepy crawly.” Taking hold of her chin lightly to lift her head up, Bakugou placed a tender kiss on her lips, bringing a happy hum from her chest. “Grossest, too. I’ve never seen such a gross bug.” 

“I’m like your flea. Always attached to you.” 

Chuckling, Bakugou leaned back comfortably again, looking up at the night sky. “You are tiny like a flea. Damn, Utsuro, did you see the sky?” 

“Hm?” Resting her head back down, Koge turned her gaze to look up at the stars, a small gasp leaving her lips. “Wow! You can’t see this back home!” The night sky was more magnificent than Koge had seen in many years, with twinkling stars and swirling streams of color within the inky and never-ending blackness. It made her feel so small to stare up into the unknown, yet she felt comforted by Bakugou’s strong arm around her, knowing that even if aliens did suddenly come down to attack the planet, at least he would be there with her though it all. 

“Do you believe in aliens, Katsuki?” 

“Do you think we’re the only living thing in the universe?” 

“No.” 

“Me either. Unless we’re nothing but a simulation.” 

Koge giggled softly, still mesmerized by the sky above her. “Oh yeah? Then what would all the stars be? A hologram. Geez, that one start is really twinkling, you see it? Oh look! There’s the Taurus constellation! That’s your western zodiac sign, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah. I don’t really know a lot about them though.” 

“They’re assholes.” 

“Tch, oh yeah?!” Bakugou pinched her cheek playfully, making her whine and attempt to push him off her. “And what’s yours, huh? The one that’s a little bitch, I bet!” 

“Scorpio! And that’s not a little bitch sign, that’s a bad bitch sign. Don’t make me have to prove it to you.” 

“Oh, and what would you do, little flea?” 

“Don’t you know anything about fleas, Katsuki? They bite,” In one fluid motion, Koge sunk her teeth into the side of his neck as she crawled up onto his lap, ignoring his curses. Although the first bite was the roughest, they grew significantly less visions as she trailed them down his neck to his shoulder, though she was stopped by the strap of his tank. “I’ll bite you all over!” 

“Then I’ll just have to squish you, won’t I?” With one strong arm wrapped around her torso to keep her from squirming away, Bakugou brought his full palm down onto her ass, making her burst out into giggles and squeals. “No, no, you little bug, you’re not getting away!” Another slap had Koge struggling with all her might to get away, but her strength was nothing compared to the muscular man that had her trapped. A single glance at his face told her that he was enjoying it, too, the amused and malicious smirk on his lips giving it away. 

“Katsuki! This isn’t fair! You can hold me down with one arm!” Koge retaliated with another rough bite, this time right below his earlobe. At first, a hiss was Bakugou’s only reaction, until he released a low growl deep in his chest, his large hand switching from spanking to groping. With his fingers splayed out across her cheek and a firm grip, he pulled her hips in up against his, presenting to her his very obvious and eagerly twitching cock beneath his shorts. 

“You’d better watch it, Utsuro, or I’m going to make you lose that bet real quick.” 

“You won’t.” Smirking against his skin, Koge nibbled her way along his jawline, ending with a bite and a tug to his earlobe. “You like it when I bite you, huh? You like to be bit just as much as you like to bite.” 

A deep grunt escaped Bakugou’s throat as she pressed her hips tighter against his, putting pressure on his strained member in the same moment that her teeth sunk into his neck. “This is considered giving in, isn’t it?” 

“Nope. There’s nothing in the rules about me teasing you. I have to give in to you enticing me.” Holding back a sigh of pleasure at the pressure against her clit and the feeling of his cock twitching between her legs, Koge let her fingers snake up into his blonde locks, massaging and tugging in time with her bites and rolling of her hips. “You’re so submissive today.” 

“Don’t fucking call me that. You’ll regret it.” The slight whine in his voice immediately had Koge feeling rushed with a sexual power that she very rarely got to experience with him, and the thought of getting to push his buttons a bit clouded any other thought in her mind. 

His grip on her hips have loosened, Koge was able to maneuver her hands down between their bodies, easily slipping his hard cock from his shorts. Taking hold of him, Koge’s heart nearly leapt out of her throat at the hitching breath he took in, her thumb rolling around his tip to tease him with the precum that had been dribbling down his shaft. “Poor thing.” Koge hummed, her lips and teeth sliding along his skin. “You’ve been trying so hard all day, and this is what happens? You end up whining and just letting me do whatever I want.” 

Her touch became more aggressive, slipping one of her hands into her own shorts to coat it in her own slick while she pumped his cock. “Seeing you like this really gets to me, Katsuki. I just want to eat you up.” 

Bakugou’s breath grew heavier the longer she pleasured him, until his hips began to buck up into her touch. “C’mon!” He hissed between his teeth, his face shoved into her shoulder. “I want to stick my cock in you so fucking bad. Let me fuck you!” 

“I don’t think so, Katsuki.” 

A trembling moan left his lips, his hands gripping onto her hips tightly in hopes that she wouldn’t move. “Yes! Baby, please,” Speaking directly into her ear now, his low and desperate voice had Koge’s head spinning, unable to think about anything else but him. “Please, baby. Let me fuck you. I need it.” 

Moving on impulse, Koge shifted her clothing out of the way, shifting her hips up and sinking his entire cock into dripping, aching pussy all the way to the base, the pleasure immediately making Koge tremble and bite down onto her bottom lip. Though, before she could even think about moving her hips, Bakugou’s grip on them grew tighter, and a triumphant chuckle rattled in his chest. 

“I fucking got you, Utsuro.” 

“Wha- a-ah!!” Koge’s voice cracked into moans as Bakugou began to thrust his hips up into her, his entire demeanor flipping like a switch. Behind the hazy pleasure, Koge began to realize that he had been doing. He had used her craving for a bit of dominance against her, making her think that she was the one in control the entire time. “K-Katsuki! That’s mean!” 

“You lose, Utsuro. Now shut up and take my fat cock like a good little slut.” His threatening growl in her ear immediately broke her into submission, gripping onto his shoulders tightly as she took over bouncing on his cock, slamming it within her from tip to base. “Good girl. Show me how much you’ve wanted that fucking cock.” 

It was true that Koge had been craving him since the early morning hours, but with the bet they had set so early on, she had been pushing back against him so intently that she was sure she’d win. Yet, he was able to break her without even having to really touch her himself. Sure, she was frustrated with that, but there wasn’t a single thought in her mind that told her to stop. Just feeling his cock inside her, filling up every inch of her cunt had her feeling like she was going completely mad already. She wanted more. She needed more. 

“Katsuki-!” 

“What’s wrong? Fucking yourself on my cock not good enough for you?” Using his strength, Bakugou stopped her from bouncing, his dick slipping out of her and leaving her aching. Whining, Koge looked down between their bodies, able to see glistening threads of her slick still connecting them together. She was so horny she’d do anything for him at this point just so he would keep fucking her. 

“I-I want you to fuck me, Katsuki. Please!” 

“I won the bet, you know. Don’t you think I deserve my prize?” 

Koge’s heart skipped a beat, growing nervous just from the thought of what he had wanted. A rough session of light bondage and a bit of knife play, which was something they had never tried before. They had researched it before, but never got around to it with children at home, but now they had an entire house and night to themselves. Yes, the unknown was scary, but how incredibly hot it made her had her answer slipping from her lips before she could really even think. 

“Please do whatever you want to me, Katsuki.” 

[angelguk]

→ mon amour... - a jeongguk scenario

member: jeon jeongguk

word count: 3.3k

genre: established relationship + domestic + fluff + smut

warnings: rather soft smut / oral (fem receiving) / grinding / fingering / fucking on everything but the bed / jeongguk loves oc a lot / they are horny newly weds / mild mpreg kink

soundtrack: la javanaise, madeleine peyroux

The evening sun is dipping below the horizon, spilling hues of vibrant fuchsia, glowing amber and soft azure in its wake. The colours flux into each other, staining the skies and tinging the hue of clouds scattered above. You’d seen the weather notice. Summer was quickly coming to an end, and the new season was being ushered in by brief rain showers. You’d been caught in one the other day, your shoes ending up utterly soaked and the papers you were meant to be grading were partially damaged too. Although the papers were salvageable, your new velvet heels – not so much. Luckily, you’d decided to stay into today, completing reviewing the last couple of essays with an occasional episode of the Office sneaked into your breaks. You’d finished earlier than you’d expected, so you’d taken the liberty to meander out to your balcony, a silk robe wrapped around your figure and a glass of red wine in your hand, to watch as the day ended and night began.  

The afternoon heat dwindled in the warm air, the scent of rain already settling above the quaint town you’d moved into a little over a year ago. Somewhere on the street, there’s a person plucking a violin. The saccharine melody glides up to your apartment, accompanied by the incessant chatter of voices and tinkle of bell bikes as people head home. You soak it in, taking sporadic sips of wine as you mould yourself into the plush velour balcony cushions. Your eyes keep fluttering closed, the cool breeze caressing your skin has you feeling serene. You should probably head back in soon, shut the balcony doors so the rain doesn’t seep into your apartment and drench your carpet, maybe start dinner. But the pure ease you feel keeps you planted outside, despite the sun nearly gone and your glass empty now, happy like a content purring kitten.

The click of the door tells you he’s home.

Your eyes are shut now, the last rays of sunlight illuminating your face, but you can still hear him puttering about, tossing his shoes into the corner instead of on the rack, dumping his jacket onto one of the kitchen chairs like he always does, until you hear him lean against the balcony doorway, softly tutting at you.

“You look relaxed,” He says.

You force your eyes open, giving him a good-natured glare. “Let me live my best life, you party pooper.”

Jeongguk grins, striding forward to plant a kiss onto your forehead. The glasses on his nose slips down and bumps against your skull but you don’t mind it, melting into the warmth of his kiss. “You’re obviously in a good mood,” He mumbles against your skin. Before you can retort back, he’s pulling you into his arms, yanking you away from your comfy seat and into the air. You lean into it, revelling in the way Jeongguk’s firm muscles feel around your waist, holding you steadily. Your chests are pressed against each other, the rush of both your heartbeats filling your ears and warming your cheeks. Your noses bump together and beneath his glasses, you can see the bright adoration and love in his chestnut eyes. You know you’re staring at him in the same way.

“Hello, wife,” He murmurs against your lips.

“Hello, husband,” You reply, your heart skipping in your chest.

His smile softens, the grip on your waist winding its way down to your bare thighs. He slips his hand beneath the fabric of your robe, lightly clutching at your thighs. You can see the agenda of tonight in his eyes, but you need to know something before that.

“Have you eaten dinner?” You ask, gliding your hands into his hair. He’s due for a cut soon, but there’s something oddly charming about the way wisps of his dark hair get caught in his vision. Jeongguk dissolves into your touch, his own eyes flickering shut and the hand on your thigh suddenly going taut. He hums as you drag your nails against his scalp, the bulge in his pants digging into your hip.

“No. But I’m not that hungry.”

“Jeongguk, we talked about this. You need to talk better care of yourself. Let me go and cook something.”

You make a move to get away but he yanks your right back colliding his chest against yours. He shifts his hips so that his crotch is pressed right against your own. Your underwear is sticking to you but you’re trying your best to ignore that.

“I would rather fuck my wife on the dining table right now, instead of eating dinner.” He murmurs against your warm skin, pressing a kiss against the span of skin between your neck and shoulder. Before you can wiggle your way out, Jeongguk is rolling his bulge into you, eliciting a rush of wetness from your cunt. It drenches your panties, leaving a wet stain you know he can feel. His mouth is on your neck, tongue kneading into the skin and drawing out a dark bruise. You can’t help but sigh into it, rolling your own hips back seeking some sort of pressure onto your clit. It’s obscene, the way you grind onto him in the open, rutting into each other with desperation you never knew you could feel until you met Jeongguk.

He’s reading your body, grasping your hips to steady the way you drag your clothed cunt against his crotch, slowing the pace before bucking into you hard. You helplessly take it, the familiar knot of your orgasm tightening your gut. You’re not close but the build is there, humming beneath your skin with need. You want to give in, want to roll over onto the balcony sofa and have Jeongguk fuck you right there and then but the little comment from Mrs. Min gave you the other day has you pushing him away.

He looks confused, his glasses misty and his once pressed shirt mussed from you gripping helplessly onto the fabric. “Do you not what too?” His voice is small.

“Of course I do. But not here, Mrs. Min said something about seeing me naked on the balcony the other day and I’d rather not have an old woman see my tits twice,” You say, taking his hand and drawing him inside. The bright smile returns to his lips and something strange settles in your heart.

“Of course she shouldn’t. Only I’m allowed to look at your tits.” His glasses are placed haphazardly onto the coffee table and then he’s tugging at your robe, pulling it off onto the floor so that you’re standing in only a loose t-shirt that you’d stolen from his closet. The balcony door is still open behind him, the breeze tugging at the curtains, but you don’t care, focusing instead on undressing your husband as quickly as you can.

“Shut up,” You reply, making quick work of the buttons on his shirt. “You said you’d fuck me on the dining table.”

“The couch is closer babe and relax, let me love you first.”

Your clothes drop to the ground together, Jeongguk’s shirt and your own crumpled on the carpet, the sounds of your giggles permeating the air. “Alright then, love me, husband.”

There’s a sparkle in his brown eyes as he pushes your naked body onto the couch, the cushions are soft beneath your bare thighs. Jeongguk spreads your legs apart, making room for his bulky body, hands landing on your neck to draw your gaze upwards. He stares down at you for a moment, eyes flickering between yours with words unspoken. Then he’s dipping his head down, slotting your lips together in a kiss that says what his mouth can’t.

His lips are warm, gentle presses of his mouth against yours coaxing your own mouth open. He tastes like coffee, bitter against your tongue, a stark contrast to the sweet wine you were drinking earlier, but you don’t care, eagerly mapping his mouth open. He groans against you, the sound causing your thighs tense up and your stomach to dip harshly. He’s kissing you like you’re the other thing in his world that matters, his palms caressing the base of your skull as he holds your head in place. Your own hands journey over his skin, settling on the waistband of his trousers that should have been off ages ago. You yank at them, feeling Jeongguk smile against your lips. When he pulls away his eyes are glazy, eyelashes brushing against his cheek with every heavy close of them.

“You’re needy tonight.” He nips at your neck, moving to chuck off his pants.

You pout. “You’re the one that came home and tried to fuck me on our balcony.”

The wink he gives you makes your heart flutter. “It’s not my fault my wife looks so beautiful at the damn time.” His pants hit the floor with a thud. Jeongguk roughly kicks them away before dropping to his knees, taking your thighs in his hands so that he can spread them apart.

Your breath catches in your throat when he leans in, licking a delicate strip against your clothed pussy, tongue lingering on the wet spot you’d made on the fabric. You’ve got your hand in his hair, tugging at the strands, as he takes his time. He gently rolls the tip of his tongue over your sensitive nub, pressing through the fabric in a way that has your back arching off pillows and shamelessly grinding into his face. Your moans colour the air, the cool breeze sweeping into the room chilling your sweaty skin. Jeongguk chuckles between your legs, pressing a kiss on your wet panties before hooking his fingers into the band. You help him pull them off, lifting your hips that they slide down. He tosses them across the room, eyes glimmering.

The sun had disappeared entirely by now and the moon had steadily taken its place. Moonlight shimmers down through your open balcony doors, illuminating your dark living room in a glowing radiance, the light appearing like a halo behind his ruffled dark hair. You ache to kiss him again, the love in your heart hurting. But Jeongguk’s preoccupied, eyes dark as he stares at your exposed cunt.

The wet lick of his tongue against you makes you jolt hard, body reacting before you can even register the movement. He devours you, sharp flickers and long drags of his tongue against your dripping folds driving you insane. He knows what you like, knows how to suck on your clit in a way that makes you squeal from pleasure, knows how to sink his tongue into your dripping hole and fuck into it so that your clenching around nothing, wishing that his fingers or cock were filling you instead. But given by the way he’s eating you out tonight, Jeongguk doesn’t want anything but to stretch you out with his tongue. You don’t mind, fucking yourself right back on his mouth until his lips are shiny with your slick and his hair is ruined from the tight grip you’ve got on it. He just grins, the strain of his cock in his boxers spurring him on. He needs you to unravel on his tongue. Wants to see the way your chest will heave and your body will shudder when your high comes crashing down. Wants to feel you squirm beneath his tongue, begging him to stop.

The pit in your gut tells you he’ll get what he’s chasing after tonight. You’re rolling your hips into his face, moaning every time his tongue dips further inside you, playing with your walls, before slipping out and dripping your slick all over your hard clit. When he latches his mouth onto it, sucking in hard, your vision goes white.

“Jeongguk! Baby – oh, f-fuck!” You spill on his tongue, your slick dripping down his chin. You can’t even open your eyes, thighs twitching every time he presses another kiss to your folds. You swat his head away, reeling at how sensitive your clit is right now. “Stop doing that. Just fuck me already. Please.”

He tuts at your demands but he’s up from the floor, palming at his hard dick through his boxers. “Alright then princess, get up for me.” You rise despite how numb your legs feel. You knees threaten to buckle beneath you as Jeongguk settles into the couch, legs spread wide. He’d pulled off his underwear, leaving his thick cock exposed to the night air, red tip hard and angry, leaking come over his lined abdomen. You want to drop to your knees, pleasure your husband the way he’d done for you but Jeongguk is staring at you hard, making your gut twist with want. He pats his thigh, the thick muscle there tense beneath his golden skin.

“Come ride my cock, kitten.”

You clamber into his lap, fumbling around until you’re comfortable enough to settle into a position, knees digging into the couch. Jeongguk’s got a palm pressed against the small of your back, keeping you steady. He leans back, making room for you to line his leaking cock with your wet hole. When the head of his dick brushes against your folds he can’t help but bite his lip, the other hand on your hip urging you downwards. But before you sink down on hip, you cup his chin and pull his mouth downwards onto yours. Jeongguk kisses you like his life depends on it, losing himself in your touch as you shift around, angling his dick before sitting down hard.

“Fuck.” He’s groaning in your mouth, hip bucking up because you’re tight and snug around his cock. Your wet walls milking him for all he’s worth. You revel in the stretch of your husband’s dick, he’s thick and perfect filling you up until you feel him in your guts. You rise, dragging his cock out of your cunt, now coated in your slick, before slamming right back down. You slip into a steady rhythm, riding him roughly, your tits bouncing in his face and your walls clinging onto him. It’s insane, how good he stretches you out, fucking you open like no one has ever before. It’s heady almost, to glance down and see the way he disappears inside you, reappearing shiny with your slick. You can’t believe you get to have this for the rest of your life. This man who loves you like you’re the only burning star in his universe, who’s looking at your riding his dick with the utmost love in his eyes, who makes you feel complete in the most inexplicable way possible.

“You’re so pretty,” He moans into your ear, hands settling your hips so that he has more leverage to fuck you with from below. “My pretty wife, riding my cock. Ugh – fuck. Mine forever. N-never letting you go. You’re – oh like that! Fuck you’re tight – stuck with me.”

His words make your head swim with desire, the familiar knot from before taking residence in the pit of your core once more. “You’re mine forever too,” You say against the crook of his neck, gripping on his shoulders tightly as you bounce on his dick. The wet squelch where you meet punctuates the air, intertwining with your shared heavy pants. Jeongguk thrusts hard into your cunt when you say that, drawing a squeal from your parted lips, another gush of slick coating your thighs.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll put a baby in you.”

Oh – oh. That has you clenching around him hard, walls clinging to his cock until he’s cursing against your ear, begging you let up because he’ll come if don’t. When you do pull off, your thighs are shuddering with every movement, your breath catching in your throat and your thighs are sticky. Jeongguk’s watching you with wide eyes, concern colouring his gaze.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah – just. I don’t know what happened.” You do, but you don’t want to admit it.

His gaze softens. He knows. “The baby thing?”

You don’t answer, still hovering above his hard dick. Your skin is hot despite the breeze snaking its way in. You still don’t want to admit it. Jeongguk isn’t bothered by it though, gently taking your arm and guiding you back down.

“Is it alright with you if I fuck a baby into my wife?” He asks, eyes twinkling.

“You’re stupid,” You scoff. “I’m divorcing you.”

“You love me,” He retorts, hand trailing down your stomach. His fingers swirl around your clit, flicking hard so that you lurch forward.

“I do,” You whine, feeling helpless as Jeongguk dips his fingers into your cunt. He’s grinning so bright, filling your heart with an emotion so strong that it feels like it’s going to explode. But you ride down on his hand, squealing when he curls his fingers just right slamming into a spot that has your bones feeling like mush. It hit your hard and unexpected. You come around his hand, clenching desperately on his fingers as you ride it out, your vision fading out and the need to lie down and rest overtaking every twitching muscle.

You’re so blissed out that you miss how hard Jeongguk still is. But he doesn’t let you forget for long. You yelp when he picks you up, eyes shooting open even though you weren’t aware that you’d closed them in the first place. “What? What are you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck my wife on our dining table,” He says.

You can’t even object, sighing when he sets you down lightly on to the edge of the cool wood surface. You watch, gaze blurry, as he spreads your apart, shifting closer until his cock is pressing into your fucked hole. He slips in with no resistance, filling you up until you’re overcome with pleasure. Jeongguk fucks into you hard, bottoming out and slamming right back in again and again. It’s lewd, the wet noises your cunt makes as you take his dick, the slap of his balls against your ass hitting the air hard. You dig your nails into his back, reeling in the way Jeongguk jolts into when you do so. You’ll be sore tomorrow for sure but right now all you can think about is making him come deep inside you. So you groan into his ear, squeezing your walls around his hard cock and buck into his desperate thrusts. He’s close from the way he twitches inside you, thrusts more wild and needy now, searching for his own high. You urge him on, whining his name until he’s grinding his dick inside you, head thrown back. His skin shimmers with sweat, making his dark hair damp, the strands clinging to his forehead. You watch him reach it, his stomach caving in and his hips stutter into your own, mouth wide open, a groan etched into his beautiful face.

You kiss him hard when he calms down, loving the way his skin is warm and flushed under your hands. It takes him a while to slip out from your cunt and you can feel his dick twitching with promise when he finally pulls out.

“You should stop taking the pill if you want me to put a baby in your,” He murmurs against your lips, hands squeezing your hips.

“Shut up. Pretend that never happened.”

“How can I? My pretty girl nearly coming all over my dick when I say I want to put a baby in her? You know that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Nice to know,” You retort, even though that small statement has something hot swooping in your gut. Another gust comes swooping into the living room, causing your skin to prickle.

“Fuck,” You say, staring at the open balcony door. “Close that, please! Mrs. Min is never going to let this go.”

“Can I fuck you against the wall if I do?” His eyebrow is quirked and there’s a smirk tugging at his lips. You punch his shoulder, shoving him lightly into the direction of the door. The laugh that leaves his throat warms your heart and leaves your skin buzzing.

[callaxe]

taken from my dms bc i think the tetsubaku community deserves more content. @ray-the-witch if ur seeing this hi bro (N IF U WANT PLS GO AHEAD AND REBLOG WITH UR HCS BTW) 

whatever u do. don't imagine them cuddling in a hammock in their backyard. don't imagine them cuddling outside during the evening in summer because it's still hot out. don't imagine tetsu laying on top of katsuki, all battered and scratched skin and aching muscles from today's big villain fight, nuzzled comfortably under katsuki's chin and resting his forehead against the crook of his neck. don't imagine katsuki gently rocking the hammock with one leg to the side, with his arms curled around tetsu and playing with his hair, having fun softly mussing it all up further and lightly scratching him all the way down to the nape of his neck. don't imagine katsuki tracing his hand over tetsu's face, letting his knuckles brush against his jaw and cheek. 

don't imagine tetsu practically half asleep, all dead weight and sluggish limbs on top of katsuki while his husband murmurs about his day and other random things that happened, and tetsu finally drifts to sleep when katsuki begins quietly singing one of their favorite songs; fucking secret tunnel of all things, because they were binging all of avatar in one night and tetsu had just randomly proposed to him right there and then, right after katsuki had finished overanalyzing katara's character out loud. the song had been playing in the background when he looked over at tetsu, and just saw how he was looking at him, with a gaze full of love and adoration and fuck the moment was perfect, so tetsu had just blurted out the first thing that came to mind

don't imagine katsuki slowly rousing tetsu awake after an hour or two because it was starting to get cold out, a disorientated and sleepy tetsu clinging to katsuki's hand making their way back inside the house and all but falling down in their bed. don't think about tetsu immediately cuddling up to katsuki when he finally lays down beside him, resting his head against his shoulder and burying his face back into his husband's neck, immediately going back to sleep when a warm hand slides back into his hair

DO NOT THINK. ABOUT DOMESTIC MARRIED TETSUBAKU .

out in public they're absolute shitheads to each other- nobody knows that they're actually married, katsuki's ring is hidden beneath his glove and tetsu's blends in with the help of his quirk (he made sure that they were indestructible, too, or as close as it could get to it) on and off the battlefield they always tease and antagonize the other, and often end up fighting each other instead of the villain. partially they wanted to hide it for a while and partially they just.. forgot. they're not that big on pda, but tetsu also throws his arm around everyone else's shoulders and katsuki pokes everyone in the side when he starts getting annoyed

they accidentally expose themselves during an interview, or more like katsuki's. he was an honored guest on present mic's show, answering questions and being a little shit until he briefly mentions "the bastard at my house who conveniently keeps forgetting to wash the dishes. you know who you are" and he stares straight into the camera. tetsu ends up calling him and they argue on live television, until katsuki gets fed up, sticks his tongue out at the camera bc he knows tetsu is still watching and hangs up mic's like, "was that your roommate?" and katsuki just pinches the bridge of his nose, "my fucking husband" and the fans go ballistic

[wingsofkpop]

What About the Roses? | Park Sungjin (m)

pairing(s): Husband!Park Sungjin x Wife!Reader

genre: Domestic!AU, Smut, lots and lots of Fluff for once

warning(s): Just really, really, REALLY fluffy smut with the softest man

word count: 1,1k

synopsis: Your first wedding anniversary with Sungjin just couldn’t seem to get any better… 

You’re not sure how it’s possible, but somehow, your anniversary was absolutely perfect… Then again, your husband is Park Sungjin after all. 

Your day began with the delicious fragrance of buttermilk pancakes and sweet coffee coaxing your unconscious self from a good night’s rest, which was quickly followed by a hot bubble bath filled with your favorite scents. The two of you went out for a walk in the park, then a stroll around town, and finally a trip to one of your favorite eateries where you managed to fit in a light lunch. Afternoon soon dwindled to evening, and Sungjin treated you to a nice dinner. Not too fancy, of course, but just enough to leave you both awestruck and impressed. 

The only thing that seemed to be missing out of this extravagant bash—something that Sungjin delivers on the smallest of holidays—were the roses… And while you’re not particularly fond of the roses themselves, as they are a bit on the cliche side, you still appreciate how Sungjin always pulls through with a crimson bouquet. After all, some people don’t receive the luxury of a partner who actually puts in the effort. 

“I know I said that dinner was the last thing planned for today-” Sungjin finishes unlocking the door, moving aside to allow you to enter your shared home first. He waits patiently as you walk past him, following your steps soon thereafter. “-but I lied.” 

“Of course.” You chuckle, bending down to peel the heels from your feet and massage the aches from your ankles. Although you try your best to keep a bothered expression, you can’t help the endearment that shines through, “Now what is my last surprise, my dear husband?” 

Sungjin throws you a bright grin, “If you’d only follow me, my beautiful wife, and I’ll show you.” Not wasting another second, you toss your forgotten shoes in a nearby corner and grab your husband’s outstretched hand, trying to mask the excitement budding throughout your body. Sungjin releases a hearty laugh before guiding the two of you deeper into your home. It only takes a short while to realize he is leading you in the direction of the bedroom. Your poor mind becomes frenzied at the idea—and you have to remind yourself to breathe. 

You continue to follow Sungjin past the threshold of the door, a loud gasp spilling from your lips once the sight of your bedroom comes into view. 

There were lit, unauthentic candles of all shapes, sizes and colors, along every available surface and bright, white fairy lights decorating the head- and foot-boards of the bed. The bed itself was adorned with multiple fluffy, laced pillows and a warm quilt you had gotten Sungjin six months after you two started dating. But the one detail that absolutely blew your mind… was the dozens of red roses forming a pathway from the doorway to the mattress. 

“Sungjin…” Your tongue runs dry of any words to say, too astonished that the setting in front of you was actually real. When he found the time to put this together between the plans of your day just leaves you without an answer. 

“I know you said nothing over-the-top,” He murmurs, encompassing your hands in his own and beginning to gently pull you toward the bed, “but I couldn’t help myself. You’re my everything… so you deserve everything…” 

You shake your head, partly still out of disbelief and partly to will the tears threatening to form within your eyes, “I just… Sungjin, this is the sweetest, most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.” 

“Yeah?” He smiles, obviously pleased by your confession. “So it’s not too cheesy?” 

“Oh, it’s definitely cheesy.” You burst into laughter, throwing your arms around his neck and stretching upward to place a gentle peck against his nose. “But since it’s you, I can’t think of anything better.” Sungjin responds with one last smile before replacing his one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek to pull your lips into a passionate kiss, which you wholeheartedly melt into. 

Your lips dance together in a rhythm only the two of you could create—one that leaves your lungs struggling for air and knees buckling. Careful not to disconnect your lip lock, Sungjin slides his hand up your back until he reaches the zipper of your dress, freeing the metal teeth without so much as a struggle. Soon, he’s pushing the fabric from your shoulders, revealing your near-to-bare body for his dark, loving gaze.

Wanting to even out the playing fields, you go about undressing him too, shoving his suit jacket from his arms and undoing the buttons of his white shirt, revealing the milky skin of his broad chest to your own hungering eyes. Sungjin releases a content sigh as you pull from the kiss to trail light pecks down his flesh, traveling lower and lower until your knees meet the carpeted floor. You swiftly unbuckle his belt and free him from his pants, leaving him in nothing save for his black boxers—his already hardening member visible through the fabric. 

Before you could go any further, Sungjin seizes your elbows and lifts you back to your feet. He gently lowers you onto the mattress, swiping aside a whole mass of pillows to make room for your body. You watch, entranced, as he mouths at your nipple before taking the swollen bud past his lips. A soft groan makes its way from your throat, motivating your husband to pay just as much attention to your opposite nipple with his dexterous fingers. 

Slow and steady, Sungjin spends the time warming up your body, making sure to spread his love along every patch of skin. It’s not until the both of you are completely naked and desperate to feel one another, does he gather you between his arms and align himself with your eager core. He weaves his fingers with your own, presses a kiss to your cheek and whispers just slight enough for your ears to catch:

“I love you…” 

“I love you too, baby…” Your response is the final prompt for your husband to push past your entrance and into your warm, wet walls. His deep groan mixes with your low moan like a passionate symphony, echoing through the bedroom and back between your connected bodies. Sungjin waits for your signal, a weak pat against his shoulder blades, to set an even pace and meet your lips in yet another searing kiss. 

And with your love-making in mind, it’s safe to say, that in the end,  you completely forgot about the roses.  

[whorphydice]

Winter

Howdy y’all. This is sort of the short ficlet style synopsis of the winter AU. I wanted to post this so y’all could decide if you like it and from there request things if you want!  I am willing to write literally any of these scenes in more detail and just about any other scene you can imagine. HOWEVER the reason I didn’t is I didn’t want to get too repetitive when it came to Ophelia. that being said this relies on you knowing who Ophelia is and I will link that fic below if you do not! I know this isn’t content heavy but I want to give the moments the time they deserve!

I just want to introduce the timeline and the events. That being said, enjoy.

Not really ship heavy, more of a look into the emotions of Eurydice and Hades. 

*this is literally 6 pages long and it ended up heavy on the end. But again, I want to write anything you want about winter. Requests are always open.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21857728

Her name is Winter, and she is born on the longest, hottest day of the year. Her mama, always playing around with the seasons, thought it was just the funniest thing to name her little june bug after the time of year she’d never see the topside of the world for. 

Her father, he claimed he was too old for this, but she didn’t leave much of a choice. Winter was comin’ whether they were ready or not. 

It started simple, Persephone telling him about her merely two months after Hadestown first ever baby, Ophelia, had been born on the cusp of fall. Theirs would not be born there, but would live half their life out among the workers and chromium throne. It wasn’t a custody arrangement any of them wanted, and Persephone herself had wondered if she could just stay in Hadestown year round for her girl. Her mother wasn’t having that and neither were any of the humans who just adjusted to life with seasons again. 

It wasn’t like either of them were particularly considering having kids, but she just happened. Life is funny like that. He will always insist he was too old for this, and she’ll insist that they were only getting older and may as well enjoy it.

They all remember the day they separated for that spring. With whispered promises of meeting in a few months. With Eurydice on the ground, screaming in agony from watching her own daughter leave in Persephone’s arms. It’s Hades, who pulls her off the ground, hiding the tears he feels building in his own eyes at his wife’s departure. 

It’s in Eurydice, in those first few months after her daughter is taken, that she teaches the king a few things. Now working in his office, doing desk work as she had since she learned she was pregnant, Eurydice knew his fears. She knows the fear of not being enough. And more than anything she understands the deeply rooted fear of losing her daughter to the topside. She understands that her baby will not know her, and the fear that the time above will drag his daughter from him too. And he grows to understand her, and to even pity her. To feel guilt over separating her from her daughter permanently, when that is now his exact fear. 

It’s not a hard decision, when the day before the summer’s solstice he interupts her work day and tells her to come on. No time to grab anything. 

“Where are you taking me?’ There's fear. There's doubt in her voice.

“Persephone will want to see you.” It’s not a lie. His wife is fond of the girl, but so is he.  “You’re coming with me?”

She goes pale, if it’s possible. “You’re taking me up top? Can I see Ophelia and Orpheus, please, don’t make me go and not see them.”

He clears his throat before leaving the room. “We’re spending the week. You can spend it as you wish.” Though he smiles, out of sight, when he hears her scrambling to grab her few belongings to follow him. 

It’s in the train ride up. Where she was on her toes the whole time, hands ringing together anxiously. In her shaky voice as she starts conversation.

“How is persephone? Is she-”

“Hermes sent for me this morning. Demeter told him to. Guess she’s havin’ it the hottest day of the year. Leave it to her.”

“You shouldn’t call your kid ‘it’.” Leave it to this gutsy young girl, to call out the king.

“And you shouldn’t have trusted that boy to get you out of town.” It stung. It stung more than it should have. He knew it was unkind, but he was deeply unsettled. He was letting her free, that was kind enough. 

It’s in the way he steps of the train, greeted by Orpheus. The baby in his arms babbling quietly, now 9 months old. She didn’t look much bigger than the last time he saw her, pried out of Eurydice’s arms at his station. 

“My wife send you to fetch me?” Hades questioned, adjusting his shirt collar as he walked beside the boy.

“Yes Mr. Hades. She told me I was making her nervous and to get out of her house.” Orpheus squeaks, hazel eyes wide as he faces the king for the first time since he failed to get Eurydice safely home. 

“We better be going then, before Demeter skins us both.” Hades nodded towards town, not sure where the girl was at. Why wasn’t she following him. 

It was the baby’s quiet babbling that clued Orpheus in, the way she grabbed behind him, over his shoulder towards the train with a sound that sounded like “ma”

“Oh...you must remember the last time you saw her was by the train..” Orpheus considered, gently rocking Ophelia so she would settle before their walk to Demeter’s home. 

Yet, the baby continues to fuss, her babbling getting louder and more excited until, for the second time in his life, Orpheus turns to find Eurydice standing steps behind him.

“It’s you.” Orpheus choked out, nearly falling to his knees. 

“It’s me.” There are tears running down her cheeks, the widest smile Hades had ever seen on her face as she plowed into Orpheus’ arms. He looked away, feeling as if he were intruding on an intimate moment.

“If you don’t mind, i’ll be finding my wife.” Hades excused, knowing full well the walk to his wife’s summer home. “A week, Eurydice. Come see Persephone in a few days. She’ll be excited to see you looking happier.”

A week. 

A week was the time they were granted.

A week was all the time in the world to a young family, who never thought there would be a moment for them to be together.

A week for Eurydice to write 18 years worth of birthday letters for her daughter, tucked in a box with her name on them.  A week to write hundreds of love letters to her husband, a week to write notes on the walls and in the covers of books. A week to give everything she had. “I will love you, always, ever, endlessly.” She signs them all, because even if Hadestown steals her memory of them it will not steal her love.

A week for her and orpheus to craft a plan, a plan of how he would explain things to their daughter. A plan for the rest of his life without her. A plan for the lifetime of raising their daughter on his own. A plan for how to tell her the truth. A plan of smuggling letters back and forth for Persephone. 

A week for her to teach him how to take measurements to give her, so she could spend her free time knitting blankets and hats for their daughter, to give her warmth through the winter that would have to replace Eurydice’s arms. 

A week fo fearing the winter and what it meant for Ophelia.

A week of Eurydice wearing every item of clothing Orpheus owns, to leave her own scent behind in them for their daughter to remember. 

A week of blissful domesticity. Of Orpheus showing her their night routine, of Eurydice holding her daughter to her chest and feeling the sweet weight of her in her arms. A week of wasting no time on sleep, of laying and just looking at each other. Of talking endlessly, exchanging stories through the night.  

A week of love and relearning the way their arms felt around each other. Of sleepless nights because of touch and feeling. A week of no fear for the future, because they have nothing to lose. 

A week of Ophelia, snuggled between them, clinging to her mother as if she knew she would disappear again forever.

A week of singing their daughter to sleep together.

A week of dancing in the bar, who’s patrons celebrated Eurydice and the daughter she had that brought music back into Orpheus’ soul. 

A week of ignoring the ache in her stomach, the pain of her body from the time in hell. A week of ignoring the sadness that laid under the surface from the knowledge of the time limit on their joy. 

A week of fawning over persephone’s daughter, with her soft brown eyes and curled chestnut hair. A week of thinking about the future summers and springs, when Ophelia will have a friend to play with. A friend who shares the same intrinsic connection to hadestown. 

A week of musing over the name Winter, and the way the king of hell smiles at a tiny little girl, who can’t even lift her head but somehow wrapped him around her fingers.

But a week ends.

A week ends with Persephone crying at the station, a 6 day old asleep on her shoulder as she begs him to stay a little longer. 

Persephone, asking him to stay, stay topside. 

His heartbroken response of “I have to get this work done, I’ll be back for you in a few months.” Because he needs to get on that train before mortals see the feared king of hadestown break down in sobs of longing for his wife and daughter. 

“Fall, fall can come early this year right?” Persephone pleads, between her husband and mother. 

“Not this early, Persephone.” Demeter whispers, running her hand over her daughter’s thick curls. 

He has to pull his hand away from Winter, from the way she wraps her whole fist around his forefinger when he catches Eurydice.

Eurydice with her head buried in Orpheus’ chest, the two of them sobbing with no care for who sees. His arm holding her as tight as he can while Ophelia clings to her neck. Even the baby, she can tell that things are changing on her again. 

“Maybe he’ll let you come back one visit?” Orpheus tries to hope, but his tears are falling into her hair at an alarming rate. “Please..just stay. Don’t go back...”

“My sweet poet, Orpheus. Always hopeful. I can’t stay. I..I have to go.” She muses, but she can barely see from the tears obstructing her vision. “I love you. Always, forever, and endlessly.” Eurydice promises. Promises her daughter with a final kiss on her dark hair, before handing her to Orpheus weakly. She reaches for her, and clearly babbles, asking for her mama. Eurydice wraps her arms around him, pulling his face down to her in the longest, deepest kiss she can have. The last of her life. “Take care of her. I love you. I love you I love you I love you.”

She is shaking as she walks away, the sound of her daughter’s screams. Not cries, but actual screams for her, reverberated through her body and almost brought her to the ground. 

She joins Hades side, as he steps onto the train. Eurydice pretends not to see the tears welling in his eyes, too. This will be an emotional journey underground, she realizes helplessly.

“Your girl, she’s asking for you. You better go to her.” Hades tells her absently, looking out the window at persephone, only a few steps away and crying into Orpheus’ shoulder herself now. 

“I..I can’t. It’ll just make it harder. I’m afraid if I take her back I won’t let her go. And I can’t bring her back down. I just can’t. Her life is so much better here.” Eurydice manages, pulling her knees to her chest. 

It is then that he realizes exactly the level of selflessness Eurydice has. A year ago and a half ago he would have deemed her just a little selfish. Leaving Orpheus to save her own skin- but a year and a half ago he would have deemed Persephone selfish for leaving him every year too. Nothing wrong with saving herself, but to relinquish her daughter not once but twice now? Theres not a selfish bone in her.

He can’t imagine it, now. He’s struggling leaving his six day old daughter only for three months, knowing she’ll come back to him soon enough. Eurydice, she knew she would never see her daughter again, and still chose to let her go. He looks at his daughter, and sees nothing but how much he loves her. How he would kill anyone who got in her way or dared to hurt her. Yes, he realized now, just how much he could love a girl who was not his wife. 

“I think If I held her again I couldn’t give her back.” She bites her lip, but doesn’t look away from the window. Like she was preserving the memory forever. 

“Then don’t. Go. See her.”

“I can’t, I can’t keep her down there..”

“You’re not going back down. Go, get your daughter.” He, too, did not look away from the window. Remembering his tiny daughter as he knew he’d never see her that size again.

“What are you-” She looked up from her knees, squinting dark, teary eyes at him.

“Winter will need a friend, and so will Persephone. She’ll need someone up here too. It’s not my place to keep your daughter from her mother. Go. You’re not bringing her, you’re staying. Go.” He nodded his head off the train, towards his crying wife and her crying poet. 

“Mr. Hades are you sure-”

“Get going, songbird. I want to see her face when you step off.” He insisted, looking up at her finally. “Your contract was destroyed before we left. You’re free to go.”

You’re free. And this time not to a factory for eternity. Free to her orpheus. Free to her baby. 

It was out of character when she threw her arms around the king, something noone ever dared before her. “Thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you.” Eurydice was breathless, still crying freely, openly. 

“Take care of Persephone, will you? She’ll run herself ragged.” It was a request. Take care of my family when I cannot. 

“I-i will Mr. Hades. Thank you. Thank you again.” She wasted no time, before she half ran off the train. 

“You’re welcome, Eurydice.” He whispered to the air, just in time to see Eurydice’s body crash into Orpheus, her sobs audible from his compartment. 

He made eye contact with Persephone, and gave a small nod when she gave him a knowing look. The kingdom will not fall for a song, but it may for the love of a girl. A summer girl named Winter.

[hardheadedbighearted]

Interstitial

Qrow tended to bring James his lunch most days now. It was a nice chance to get a little time for themselves now that they had Ciel- they loved her, yes, gods, they loved her so much, more than Qrow had ever realized he would, had realized was possible, but given how much trouble they had keeping their eyes and hands off of each other and given that Ciel still had trouble being alone, they had to grab what time they could.

So Qrow brought James his lunch most days, and they got to spend a little time before James had to get back to work and Qrow had to get back to... well, whatever he did during the day. He had several projects on the go right now, and of course there was always training. The shadow creatures that terrorized the cities had become more common these days, and the Ace Ops and that new Hunts-Man kid would not be enough to keep them at bay alone.

If something didn’t give soon, there would be a new hero joining the ranks in the cities, though Qrow drew the line at a stupid costume.

Still, none of that was important right now. The important thing was that it was almost James’ lunchtime, and Qrow had timed it so he would get there just in time to make him put his work down so he could eat it.

Qrow hummed a sea shanty to himself as he rode the elevator up to James’ office, and then froze in place one step out at the sight in front of him.

Part of him melted. The part of him that ached for an easy domesticity that he had robbed them of the day he walked away from the mangled mess that was his boyfriend, the soft, gooey, marshmallowy center of him that wished for things that could not have happened for the people they once were, that part was threatening to burst from how cute it was.

The other half was just... very deeply confused.

James was at his desk, for once not working diligently- instead he had a sleeping wolf pup on his chest; he’d leaned his chair back and was petting the pup gently while he hummed to it.

Judging by the way the pup was nearly engulfed by just one of James’ paws, Qrow suspected it was newborn. Probably hadn’t even opened its eyes yet.

“Where did you get that?” he asked- demanded, baffled. “Did you steal it? You can’t just steal babies, Ironwoof, give it back.”

James just chuckled, rocking forward and transferring the pup to his arms, settling it carefully into his hold. He made a shhhhh noise, partly to the pup and partly to Qrow.

“I didn’t steal him,” he said quietly, once Qrow was close enough to hear. Qrow perched himself on the edge of the desk, eyes drawn to the little pup in his husband’s arms. Gods, they could have had that. Why did he have to be so stupid?

“So where’d you get him, then?”

“He’s Minerva’s. I’m only borrowing him.”

“Isn’t she on maternity leave?”

“Yes. She came by to show off her son to her coworkers.”

“Makes sense.” Qrow nodded. “But that does not explain why you are here, with her son, and she is not.”

“She needed to take care of something in her lab while she was here. She asked me to watch him for a few minutes.”

Which was a pretty solid explanation, and no doubt James had jumped at the chance to hold and cuddle the sweet little thing for as long as possible. And no doubt Minerva knew she could take the time she needed, as long as James Ironwoof had her son.

Qrow frowned, and reached out to tickle the pup’s muzzle, pleased when he made a whiny noise and sought out the finger tickling him. Qrow booped his nose and withdrew his hand.

“Y-y’know... we don’t have to stop at just Ciel... if you want more kids...”

“Maybe,” James murmured, absently nuzzling the infant in his arms when he began to fuss, making soft crooning noises until he’d settled again. “I’m very content with ‘just’ Ciel, though. I think more than one child would make it harder to give her the attention and love she deserves.”

“You sure? Cause... not gonna lie, big man, you look awful right holding that baby.”

James chuckled again. “Qrow? I do not have time to raise an infant.”

“No?”

“Even if we did decide- later- that we wanted more children- both of us, not just me- we would do better to adopt older children. I love holding babies, but in an hour I have to get back to work, and this tiny man would need more of my attention than I could spare. As it is, within about ten minutes his mother will be back to collect him, and I can eat my lunch and pay attention to my husband while his mother takes him home and pays attention to him.”

“I guess.” Qrow looked a little disgruntled; James shifted the pup to one arm extremely carefully so he could take his hand and lace their fingers together.

“I love you,” he murmured.

Qrow’s face softened into a smile. “Yeah. Love you too.”