#TRACE BABY YOU’RE DOING AMAZING OKAY KEEP THAT UP

[eddieandbird]

Slow and Careful —

You have your first time with Eddie.

A/N: Thank you guys so much for all the love on my last story! This one is a request by @wdsara48 and I hope yall like it! I got a lil carried away w this one so its a lil longer - Bird

tags/warnings: f!reader | smut | 3.2k words | inexperienced!reader | consent checks | slight humor | f*ngering | pinv | protection used | praises and nicknames

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“Stop looking at me like that,” You grumbled with your knees pressed into your chest.

“What? I think you look pretty. I think it’s adorable you dressed up for me,” Eddie’s eyes glinted at you as he held his head in his hand, the other tracing small circles into the sheets beneath you.

“What are you talking about?” Your mouth hung open, feigning offense.

“This,” Eddie pulled your bra strap with his middle finger, lightly snapping it against your skin. “Did you buy these cute matching undies just for me?”

“You wish,” Your nose and mouth crinkled as you tried to fight a smile.

“Oh, whatever. You were the one who asked me to give you your first time,” He chuckled, scratching his stubbled cheeks.

“Because I trust you,” You said, slightly more serious. Your appreciation for him was clear in your heavy-lidded eyes.

Eddie moved closer to you, gently cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb against your jawline.

“You do?” he murmured, feeling his heart beat wildly against his chest as he admired your affectionate expression. He sprinkled kisses on your forehead, your eyelids, the tip of your nose, and finally, your lips.

You leaned into his fluttering touches with a silent laugh. “Of course I do, baby,” Your voice was sweet and breathy.

Even with the jitters of your first time looming over your head, it hardly threatened to ruin the moment. Something was intoxicating about being in his room, the faint smell of his cologne and weed smoke put you in a trance. Plus you knew Eddie would treat you with the utmost care.

He shot you a quick, mischievous look. His arms were placed on either side of your body, now towering over you. “So you’re saying I can do whatever I want?” He quipped, believing the joke was obvious to you.

Your breathing picked up as you watched him hover. It’s not like you didn’t trust him, but this was a big deal to you. It was no longer just an adorable conversation you were having with him on the drive home, you were actually in his bed, moments away from losing your virginity.

“Well, maybe not whatever you want,” A nervous laugh came out of you when you caught a glimpse of his strong gaze.

Seeing you suddenly grow tense, Eddie’s face quickly softened towards you. With a chuckle, he reached down and tapped his index finger to your nose. “Relax, sweetheart. How about this; When I touch you, I’ll keep checking in, yeah? And you can tell me to stop at any time, I promise,”

You closed your eyes and exhaled into a feathery laugh. “Okay, okay, fine,” You jokingly groaned.

“Let’s just go slow, yeah?” You had an encouraging smile on your face as you reached up to twirl one of his loose curls between your fingers.

“Slow and careful,” Eddie echoed, his smile growing as he admired the way your skin looked in the dim lighting. He loved the way the sheets pooled around your hips, and the thin fabric of your underwear made the shape of your legs all too obvious to him. His pupils dilated as he drank in the sight of you.

“Good,” You confirmed.

“God, baby, you’re so pretty,” Eddie’s hands moved down your body, tracing your skin with his fingertips and leaving gentle goosebumps in his wake. His gaze never left your face, checking for any signs of discomfort or fear.

“No, you,” You retorted with a bashful smirk.

“Don’t sell yourself short, now. We can both be pretty,” Eddie chuckled. The warm light of the room looked amazing against his skin, you were mesmerized. “You mind if I get rid of these?” he asked, referencing your underwear with a tug.

“Not at all,” You lifted your pelvis, helping Eddie with taking them off.

He made a shooting noise as he pulled the elastic of your panties and snapped it across the room, making it land in his hamper. You both broke for a moment to laugh.

“Oh my god, of course you made that,” You shook your head, still laughing.

“Hey, you gotta admit that was pretty cool,” Eddie winked before licking at his smile. He made a mental note that you were laughing more than usual, which he took as a sign that his efforts to keep you calm were working.

“Okay yeah, fine, it was kinda cool,” You playfully shrugged, not wanting to give him too much satisfaction.

He was so good at making you feel comfortable, he made you forget for a moment that your sex was completely bare in front of him.

“Of course it was,” Eddie grinned down at you. He slowly moved his body closer to yours, the warmth of his skin sending tremors across your body.

“Are you ready, gorgeous?” he asked, carefully placing his hands on your knees. He gently spread them apart, his breath becoming more deliberate as he got closer. “And remember our deal okay?”

You nodded rapidly. “You got it,”

You dreamily laid your head on your shoulder. A breathy moan escaped you as he lingered over your hips. You passed a hand through his hair, admiring his eager face as it was framed in your thighs.

“That’s my girl,” The grin Eddie gave you along with his sugary praise made your heart swell. “You ready for me to make you feel good?” Eddie mumbled before placing a trail of kisses along the inside of your thigh.

“Um, yeah. Yes,” You croaked, hiding the disappointment in yourself. You felt like dirty talk came out of Eddie so naturally. It all sounded so good to you, but when it came time for you to reciprocate, it felt like a flurry of awkward mumbles and head nods.

“Yeah? You’re so cute,” Eddie grinned, his nose ghosting over your skin. His hands slid along the backs of your thighs, rubbing up and down in soothing motions. He kept the pace slow, waiting for any sign that you wanted more. “Do you want me to touch you, baby?”

You nodded even more desperately now. “Please?”

“Your wish is my command,” Eddie’s voice was dripping with adoration as one of his hands left your thigh and started rubbing circles over your warmth, his chin resting on your knee.

Your eyes fluttered shut and a trembling breath followed. Before you came into his room that night, all you wanted to do was get it over with just to say you did it. Now with the way he was touching you, only made you want him to explore your body for hours.

“See? You’re doing great, baby,” He cooed as his fingers moved over your wet folds.

Eddie loved that your body was so incredibly responsive. The way you arched your hips towards him was incredibly inviting to him. He picked up the pace slightly, watching you closely to make sure he didn’t overstimulate you.

“Feels good, doesn’t it angel?” The teasing grin on his face widened as his eyes roamed over you hungrily.

“Really good,” Your laugh shifted into a moan as he repeated the motion with even more pressure.

“Are you going to come, pretty girl?” He lightly teased, his eyes roaming all over your body, taking in every twitch and tremble.

“I don’t know, what is it supposed to feel like?” You asked a bit frantically.

You knew of the concept, but you never made yourself come before. However, you were suspicious of a growing warmth in your lower stomach that built as he picked up his pace.

“It’s okay, angel. You’re doing so well, I promise you’ll know when it’s happening,” He reassured you.

He could feel your legs shaking more and more as you started to get closer to a peak. “You’re gonna feel it building, baby. It’s gonna get real overwhelming, but trust me it feels so damn good.” He wanted to keep you completely focused on that feeling in your stomach. “Just focus on my fingers, okay?”

“Eddie,” You gasped, grabbing him. You tugged lightly, your nails digging into his flexed arm. His tongue stuck out of his mouth in concentration as he kept running his fingers over you.

Waves of satisfaction and relief came over him as he watched you climax. His eyes locked on you, with his mouth slightly agape in a smile, mimicking your facial expression as you came down, the way your features trembled and twisted in satisfaction.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled under his breath as he watched you slowly come back down to Earth. “You alright?,”

“Yeah I’m okay,” You panted. Your shaking hand reached to cup his cheek. As much as you enjoyed it, you were amused to see that he was having an even better time.

“That was amazing,” You breathlessly complimented.

"Yeah? Well, you are amazing," Eddie planted a quick kiss on your palm, nuzzling a little into your hand.

He let out a low chuckle and he suddenly looked a little flustered from your compliment. "Did you think I did okay? I wasn't too rough or anything, was I?”

“No, no, baby it was perfect,” You stuttered urgently.

“I’m glad, Sweetheart,” He sighed in relief before pecking a few more kisses around your face. He lifted your chin. “Are you ready for more?”

Your enthusiastic nods returned. “I’m ready,”

Eddie's heart thrummed in his chest at your excitement, and a small laugh bubbled out from him. He could almost feel his pulse throbbing in his pants. "Absolutely, positively sure?" he asked in a tease

“Baby, c’mon. I really wanna do this,” You whined, covering your blushing face.

You knew he was joking but you were really not in the mood. He had no idea of the fire he started in you. Eddie's breath hitched at your desperate whine. He lurched toward your bedside table, pulling it open and rummaging through it before finding what he was looking for. He grabbed a condom and tossed it on the bed beside you, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You want it that bad, huh?"

You scrunch your nose to hide your smile. “Shut up, you’re such a pig,” You joked.

You curiously looked at the black foil sachet he threw. You slowly picked it up with your hands and then examined it closer.

“Did you want me to put it on you?”

"Only if you want to, baby," He loved watching that innocent look you had as you spoke your mind.

“Will you show me how, babe?” You chewed your lip.

You took the corner of the wrapper and tore it off. You studied the clear disc of plastic, your breathing getting heavier. Holding it made it more real. You were sweating in anticipation.

"Of course, sweetheart," his voice was dripping with adoration as he watched you fiddle with the condom, his breath coming a little quicker than normal. It took everything he had not to just rip it out of your hand and put it on himself.

Eddie had no intentions of giving you a strip show, but you were entranced by him taking off his clothes anyway. You were amused by the way his hair whipped around as he pulled his shirt over his head. Then he took his jeans off. You were unable to take your eyes off of him, taking in the view of his length.

“Is this how you do it?” You asked, bringing it toward his twitching cock.

Eddie's breath caught in his throat as you reached for him, and he was suddenly hyperaware of the way the light hit the shape of his body.

You then placed the condom on him, slowly rolling it over his length. Your eyes were wide, not allowing you to miss one moment.

“Is that good?” You asked again, looking for his reaction.

"Yeah, perfect," Eddie exhaled, biting down on his bottom lip as he watched you.

He reached down and took your chin into his hand, leaning down to kiss you gently on the lips, moaning softly as his tongue slipped past your lips and twirled with yours. He laid you back once more, positioning himself in between your legs. You held onto his forearms as he leaned in closer, his weight pinning you a bit. You let him take over, following his touches as nonverbal instructions.

Eddie was in a haze of pure desire as he felt the heat of your body against him. "You ready, baby?" he managed to ask.

You gripped his shoulders, took a deep breath, then nodded. “Yeah, totally ready,” You exhaled loudly, trying to relax your body and surrender your focus to him.

Eddie was determined to make this experience everything you could have ever wanted. He took a deep breath of his own as he gently rolled his hips against yours. He watched your face intently to make sure you were okay. "Is it okay? Is it good, baby?"

As he pushed into you for the first time, you let out a sharp hiss. It was a pinch of pain that only lasted for a few seconds before you calmed back down.

“I’m okay, it wasn’t that bad,” Your voice shook but it was accompanied by a content smile.

Eddie noticed the way you grimaced slightly as you tried to get used to new sensations from inside. His heart twisted at the sight and he instantly slowed his movement, his hands moving to gently cup your face. "I promised I'd be gentle with you, right? I don't want to hurt-"

But before he could finish the sentence, he realized his worry was misplaced. He felt you relax under him, releasing airy noises in pleasure. You grabbed his face, bringing his forehead to yours.

“I’m okay, I promise, just don’t stop,” You pleaded, your heavy breaths tickling his lips as you spoke.

He nodded then brought his lips to yours, softly kissing you until he found a better angle to rock his hips into you. He rolled his hips against you at a steady and measured pace. Your high-pitched, yet quiet moans filled his room, competing with the low music playing from his stereo. Your hands journeyed to his chest, feeling the rhythm of his strokes as his body pressed into your palms.

A chorus of deep groans escaped from him as Eddie sped up, each moan was more desperate than the last as he lost himself in a haze of pure passion. He loved the view of your flushed cheeks and sweat-soaked body, Eddie’s hand trailed down your thigh and behind your knee. He halted for a moment to say

“I’m gonna try something, tell me if it hurts,” He pushed your leg up a bit higher, opening your hips up even more to him. He returned to his previous pacing, growling as he felt the new sensations.

You could only moan in response to just how good that angle felt.

"You like that, don't you, pretty girl?" He grinned down at you hungrily at the sight of you falling apart beneath him.

His body pressed closer in between your thighs as he pushed himself deeper. His breathing was coming in shorter gasps as the sensation pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

“I think I’m gonna come again,” You admitted quietly, your nails digging into the soft flesh of his arms.

You were surprised you could get any words out of you. It was as if with every thrust, Eddie was forcing your eyes to roll to the back of your head in pleasure.

He couldn't restrain the growl that escaped from his lips as your nails dug into his skin. The sharp feeling of the sting combined with the sweet sound of your words were pushing him further to the edge, and he forced himself to pause for a moment to collect himself. "Do it. Come with me, sweetheart," he managed to get out between harsh pants.

You gasped and scrunched up your face as the next few strokes took you to your peak. A squeaky yelp escaped your mouth as you came. Your legs repeatedly smacked at his hip bones as you shuddered from your orgasm.

"I got you, baby. I got you, angel." Eddie gently whispered his sweet words of reassurance as he felt his own composure slipping. Seeing you come for the second time of the night was too much for him. He immediately had to bury his head in the crook of your neck, moaning desperately as the feeling of you clenching around him overwhelmed him. The sweet sound of your shaky breaths and the feeling of your muscles squeezing him was enough to send him toppling over the edge with you. He rocked his hips with a few more slow movements as he came, moaning a shaky breathless groan against your neck.

Once you came back down, you urgently ran your hands down Eddie’s face, picking it up to study his exhausted but content expression. “Did you, um-“ You began to ask, but grew embarrassed by just the idea of the question.

After a few long moments to catch his breath, Eddie finally picked his head up to look at you. It took him a moment to even register your question. He gently wrapped his arms around your body to pull you into his chest.

He looked blissfully content as he laid on you, his hot breath coming out in ragged puffs. His face split into a wide smile when he heard the question you cut yourself off from asking, but his breath picked up and his cheeks flushed a little red as he realized what you were implying. "I did," he nodded, still smiling, "Do you want to see how much?"

“I don’t know, is it gonna be gross?” You covered your mouth, stifling your laugh that threatened to be way too loud for your liking. You looked down at where your bodies connected, curiously.

Eddie let out a deep laugh. He slowly pulled himself out of you, his muscles relaxing as he took some of his weight off. He reached down between you and gently pulled off the spent condom, his eyebrows raising as he examined it with a small smile on his face.

“Is that usually how much comes out?” You asked with a slight amused expression as you propped yourself up on your elbows. Seeing the evidence further made you satisfied that you finally got to experience this with him.

Eddie's cheeks flushed a bright red as you questioned him on it and he quickly looked away as he tied the condom off. "Jesus Christ, we don't have to talk about this," he mumbled, his voice cracking as he tried to keep himself from laughing. "The answer is yes, it's how much comes out," he admitted reluctantly.

“You’re the one who offered, you weirdo!” You gave him a swift, light kick to his butt as he got off the bed, before laughing and rolling over to your stomach.

Eddie dramatically groaned as you hit him. His act didn't last for more than a few seconds before he melted back to his affectionate state. He grabbed a t-shirt from the corner of the room to wipe himself off before turning back to you and gently throwing it at your head.

“Eddie!” You screamed.

[moonstruckme]

It's me once again! Bothering you twice in a day, I'm annoying like that, ha just kidding. But yes James is soooo wholesome, it's crazy how he became my favorite boy. So Mae, I suppose you are super busy because being such amazing writer is no easy job when you have requests coming all the time but, if you have the time, whenever that is, could you write something about James? Like James being so wholesome, the best boyfriend, the fluffiest thing you can think of, maybe something with words or affirmation and kisses and hugs and just very lovely things, feel like I need that. If you can of course.

Hope you are having a very cool weekend and my username is basically my favorite colors and it has something to do with Van Gogh and my favorite singer but this kid knows something, haha it's so funny, kind of serendipitous if you ask me :) love that. Well, I'm going to set you free, read you soon.

P.S. Sorry this was so loonng

Hi lovely, thanks for requesting!! Sorry this took so long lol, I had to wait until I had an idea that wasn't already in my requests but I appreciate your patience! This is perhaps more hurt/comfort than straight fluff lol, but he is the most wholesome ever <3

cw: concussion

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 603 words

James’ hand is especially gentle as he strokes over your hair. Your nose dents into his thigh, and his jeans are coarse and scratchy but the slight pressure is nice. 

“Still dizzy?” he asks, carefully quiet. 

“A little.” Your own voice is thin, fraught. “Not as bad.” 

He sighs, and you feel too weird to decipher whether it’s in relief or dismay. “I’m sorry, angel.” He lifts one of your hands to his mouth, kissing the side. “Is it hurting in one place?” 

“It’s my whole face. But most in my forehead.” 

James’ touch is featherlight, ghosting over the spot where you’d smacked your head on the stairs. “Here?” 

“Mhm.” 

He makes a worried humming sound in response. You sit in silence for some time, and it’s not uncomfortable, but nothing is comfortable for you right now. You feel terrible, unlike yourself and unsettled because of that and also weepy but not as much as you are embarrassed. And dwelling upon any of this for too long makes your head spin worse. You don’t think you’re dying though it feels like you might be. 

The warm bead rolling down your nose brings you to the realization that you’re crying. James’ coo follows a moment later, and his hand splays protectively atop your head. 

“You’re okay, sweetheart. Do you feel alright to sit up?” 

“Okay,” you mumble. 

He does the work for you, though it’s hard to keep track of the movements. One second your head is on his lap and the next you’re propped against his chest, one muscled arm supporting your back while James rests his lips against your forehead. 

“You’re okay,” he promises. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.” 

“I don’t really feel like going to dinner anymore,” you admit, tasting salt as a tear finds its way into your mouth. 

“Oh,” James lifts his lips to look you in the eyes, “honey, I didn’t expect you to. I’m going to call Remus and cancel in a minute, okay?” He brushes a lock of hair away from your face with his pinkie finger, stroking a sweet line down your cheek. “If you go anywhere, it should probably be to the doctor.” 

“No.” You close your eyes, too upset to care about the low whine that escapes you. “What’re they gonna do?” 

“I don’t know, baby.” James traces the same line again. “They might want to do an MRI or something. I’ve had a concussion before, they’re serious business.” 

You sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder. The material of his jumper is soft beneath your cheek. “I can’t think about it right now.” 

There’s a brief pause. 

“Okay. Okay, we can talk about it tomorrow, if it’s still bad then.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“You don’t need to be sorry.” James’ arm wraps around your middle, squeezing lightly in a gentle sort of hug. You think that he’s being very careful with you, which you appreciate. You don’t imagine you could handle much more sensation at the moment. “I know it sucks, angel, and you’re handling it so well. We’re gonna do our best to get you feeling better. I love you so much, you know?” 

You feel like you might cry again. You don’t think you have the energy to stop yourself. “I know,” you tell him. “I love you so much, too.” 

“Heaps and heaps.” He gives you another little squeeze, his ability to repress his affection tenuous at best. “Probably the most anyone has ever loved anyone, if we’re being honest.” 

“James.” 

“Yeah?”

“I can’t do that kind of math right now. I love you a lot, okay?” 

“Okay. Same here.”

[satorusugurugurl]

okay so 1st of all i love your posts

can you do nanami with a breeding kink plsss

ty <3333

First off thank you so so much!!

And secondly heck yes!! 😏

More Than Words

Summary: Your husband, Nanami Kento decides he’s ready to take your marriage to the next level.

Pairing: Nanami Kento x FAB!Reader

Warnings: Teeth rotting fluff! Super romantic, language, dirty talk, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2,704

A/N: This, this did things to me. But I liked it 🥵

Nanami watched you closely from the kitchen. You sat outside on the porch, sipping tea as you scrolled through your phone. The two of you made it a point to spend the evenings outside, enjoying the setting sun and breathing fresh air. He had just been outside with you but excused himself to try and settle his nerves.

He would ask you tonight if you were ready to start trying for a baby.

The thought of having a child hadn’t crossed his mind in your two years of marriage until last weekend. You two had gone to dinner with one of your coworkers, who had just been blessed with a baby boy. You were practically glowing as you held the little boy in your arms. The way you spoke softly, gently rocking them while humming? It was a side of you Nanami had never seen before.

The raw awe and amazement etched on your face was a look he desperately needed to see again. To see you staring at the child you both made would be a sight that would forever linger in his daydreams until he made sure it came true. To step in that direction, he needed to bring it up with you.

You weren’t on birth control. Every single form you tried since you were seventeen made you sick. From the pills to the shots, you considered trying the IUD, but you chicken out at the last second. The entirety of your sexual relationship with Nanami had always been with the use of condoms. So, if you agreed with him, that would mean you’d be doing it raw for the first time in either of your lives.

So he was nervous beyond all words, from wanting to bring a child into the world to experiencing having sex at its rawest form. Thoughts swarmed his mind in a slurry. There was a lot for both of you to consider. Both of you. Nanami couldn’t move forward without talking to you.

With a deep exhale, Nanami headed back outside, shutting the door behind him. “Sorry about that.” He whispered as he sat next to you on the outdoor couch.

“Mmm,” you immediately snuggled next to him, “I was about to call for a search party.” You teased, putting your phone away. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Mhmm,” You could easily see through that heavily played hum. Something was on his mind.

“Nanami Kento, I hate to break it to you, but I know you better than you know yourself. You have something on your mind.” Tilting your head up, you watched the tips of his ears flush before spreading down the nape of his neck. “So, you might as well talk to me.” You paused, “You know, seeing that I’m your wife.” You wiggled your left hand in front of his face—your wedding ring sparkling in the pastel colors of the setting sun.

“My wife.”

Your breath hitched as Nanami’s larger hand wrapped around your smaller one. Bringing your ring to his lips, pressing a kiss against it. His eyes were shut; he looked handsome, pondering whatever clouded his mind. Feeling your gaze on him, Nanami slowly opened his eyes, looking down at you.

“But you’re so much more than just my wife Y/N.” His fingers trailed slowly over your palm, tracing the lines over your skin. “You’re my best friend, partner, the love of my life.” Nanami brought your palm to his mouth, retracing the path of his fingers with his lips. “You’re my purpose, my reason to keep going.”

“Kento.” You whispered in awe as he turned the both of you so you were facing each other head-on.

“My soul.” He placed both hands on yours. “My strength.” You shuddered as his heated palm moved up your arms, trailing them slowly towards your shoulders. “My everything.” You moaned as his hands that so lovingly traced over your arms gently cupped your face. “But I hate to admit that I want more.”

His thumbs lovingly caressed your cheeks, bringing you flush against his chest. “More?” You followed his lead, running your hands slowly down his pecs and over his ab’s, heading towards his crotch. “How much more?” The groan that left his lips was deep and full of unfiltered need.

“I don’t just want you to be my best friend, partner, or wife, Y/N.” His lips were centimeters from yours. Your breath mingled with his as you breathed slowly in the last fragments of sunlight. “I want you to be the mother of my children.”

Kento saw the way your eyes lit up. A glimmering sparkle in Y/E/C irises. Just like you knew him, Kento knew you better than yourself. The way you melted against him, drawing yourself as close as you could on the small loveseat, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind.

The irrational fears and hesitation vanished as you whimpered. “I want that so bad, Ken; I want to be the moth—“ your husband silenced you with a searing kiss.

You followed his lead, kissing him as his gentle touch turned into something more needy, more primal. There was a desire he’d never felt before boiling deep within his chest. Kento needed you, needed to be buried inside of you, filling you with his cum, ensuring that you would be, without a doubt, pregnant with his child.

He was going to breed you.

Pulling away, you gasped for air, a string of saliva connected between your lips. Nanami’s chest rose and fell with each strangled breath as he so desperately tried to refrain from destroying you. Seeing the conflicted expression on his face, you decided to help. What kind of wife would you be if you didn’t? Dropping to your knees, you slowly pulled the waistband of his lounge pants down.

“Y/N love, what are you doing?”

“Shh~” you glanced at him, “you need to relax. Let me help clear your mind.”

Your delicate fingers traced the v-line of his crotch up and down. His hips jerked up, cock throbbing within his boxers. His brown eyes followed your hands, watching you tug his boxers down. His already hard, throbbing cock smacked against his stomach with a smack, his pre-cum smearing over his toned skin. The sight of his thick length had your mouth watering. Wrapping your hand around the base, you slowly stroked up and down, smearing his pre-cum over his entire length.

“Fuucck,” Nanami’s voice was almost inaudible as he groaned. Hearing him curse like that’s had your cunt throbbing, your slick coating your panties. “Fuck Y/N, that’s feels so fucking good.”

“Oh, my darling husband,” He peered down at you through half-lidded eyes, “you haven’t felt anything yet.” You took him in your mouth, and the salty yet sweet taste of him hit your tastebuds, making you whine around him. You bobbed your head up and down slowly, coating the throbbing tip with your saliva before you moved further down his shaft, gagging as his cock hit the back of your throat.

You slowly lifted your head back up when his hand wrapped into your hair. You shut your eyes, bracing yourself for him to slam your back down around his throbbing length. Much to your surprise, he did the complete opposite. Yanking your hair, he practically had to pry you off of him, his chest heaving as he forced you to look into his eyes.

“Did you not understand what I said earlier?” He stood, releasing his grip on your hair.

“I did; you want to make babies with me.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, taking your hand in his helping you to your feet. “And how do you suppose I do that if I cum down your throat.” Nanami didn’t even allow you to consider an answer. “Looks like I need to give you a thorough demonstration of how it works.”

“Oh my god!” You laughed as Kento lifted you, carrying you inside towards your bedroom. “I guess a demonstration would be beneficial in this case.” You breathed out breathlessly as he tossed you onto the bed. “Just so you know, I might need several demonstrations.”

“I agree; the more demonstrations, the better.” Your husband grabbed the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head before tossing it to the floor. “To start, we need to remove these pesky clothes.”

You tried to keep a serious face as you followed his lead. Shirts, pants, and underwear piled on the floor around your bed. Only once the two of you were bare, Kento situated between your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his hips. The giggling and joking around subsided into a comfortable silence. While the room was thick with tension, it didn’t change the fact that both of you were ready for this. To experience making love without a pesky condom.

“Y/N.” Nanami drew your attention to his face as he spoke. “I love you.” His fingers rubbed small lazy circles over your clit. The sensation had you bucking against his hand, eager for more than the gentle caressing he was giving you.

“I-fuck feels good. I love you too, Kento.”

His fingers began moving faster, the circles tighter as his eyes trailed over your body. He was taking a mental picture of you in this moment, imagining how you’d look several months down the road. Breast and belly swollen with the child he put inside of you. You’d be even more gorgeous than you already were, which seemed utterly unfathomable to him. The images of you, pregnant with your child, God, it was more pornographic than any movie or book he’s seen. A lot of it had to be because of you. Nanami was so fucked up over the thought of breeding you.

“Ke-Kento, I-I’m gonna cum!” Your whimpers and whines brought him back to the moment. “Stop. I wanna cum with you inside of me.”

He leaned down, kissing you softly, his hand slowing down. You lazily kissed him back before gasping as you felt his leaking tip rub up and down your slit. Without the condom, you could feel just how hot and hard he was. Kento’s arms were caging around your head. His wide eyes mirrored what you imagined you looked like. The feeling of your bare wet pussy felt-ten times better than he imagined. And he wasn’t even inside you yet.

“You’re so wet,” his eyes fluttered shut, “you felt good every time I slid into you before, but this, god, this is going to be a whole new experience.”

“Y-Yeah feels good, though.”

“Very good.”

Nanami continued gritting his teeth as he slowly slid into you. Your silky wet, warm walls hugged his cock in a way he could never experience with condoms before. The raw feeling had him clenching his fists into the covers, furrowing his brows together as he desperately tried not to cum inside of you like a virgin. He needed to focus on something other than your pussy, so he focused his attention on your face.

Which was a major mistake on his part.

Cheeks flushed; your mouth was frozen in an ‘O’ shape. And fuck, the whimpers and way your chest heaved it made his knees weak. “S-So hot, oh my god Kento your cock is so hot and velvety.” His eyes were as wide as saucers as you slowly began rocking against him, trying to get his thick, cock deeper inside of you. “Please don’t stop, fuck me, please fuck me. Need to feel you, I need more.” Between your cunt squeezing him and the needy tone of your voice, Nanami lost all self control.

His hips slammed against your, causing a scream to escape you as your arched your back off the bed. As soon as he was buried deep inside your wet pussy, he was pulling out before slamming back inside your tight spongy walls. You were hit with a sudden wave or revelation as to why people hated wearing condoms. They prevent you from feeling the velvety smooth pull of your husband cock as he slammed into you over and over again. You could feel his cock throbbing, leaking inside of you, God it felt so good to be fucking you raw like this.

“Fuck your pussy is perfect, so fucking wet, so tight just for me.” His lips pressed against your, his thrusts finding the perfect rhythm as you cried into his mouth.

“Yes Ken, yes, fuck me, fuck me!”

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll get pregnant off the first try.” He chuckled his hands groping your breasts, kneading them. Nanami whined, picturing them swollen with milk. “Even if that happens, I’m just going to keep fucking you full of me cum, just to be safe. God fuck Y/N!” His shameless words had you drowning in pleasure as you twitched around his perfect cock. “Ah~ fuck I felt you twitch. You like knowing that your husband is going to stop at nothing, until your breed?”

“Oh, oh fuck, yes, I want it, I want it!”

“Such a sweet girl, you want it?” He groaned in your ear, feeling you clamp down harder around him as his thrusts losing his rhythm. “Tell me you want me to breed you. Tell me you want me to be the first and only man to fill your tight cunt with cum.”

“Kento~ nngh, yes, breed me, make me yours in every way you can! Cum inside me, please, please!” Your begging, the moans, only had him whining and growling louder, fucking into you like he never had before. So rough, so passionately, it was perfect. All through subsided as you cried out Nanami had angled his hips to brush against your g-spot before pressing directly into your cervix. “Holy fuck yes, fill me up Ken!”

More dirty words and curses spilled from your tongue as you felt yourself approaching your orgasm. The tightening coil in your lower abdomen, had your withering under your husband. Your squirming had Nanami fucking harder into you, His mouth on yours as he made love to you like the world was going to end. In his horny brain it might just happen if he didn’t fuck his cum into you soon.

“That’s it, good girl, good fucking girl~ take it, fucking take all of it.” His thrusts were jerky, his balls tightening as your dug your heels into his ass, successfully pulling his deeper inside of you. “Ah fuck! You’re such a good girl, so eager to be the future mother of my children.” All you were capable of doing was nodding as you cried out around him with each deep thrust. “Fuck, get pregnant Y/N, cum on my cock, and milk me for all that I’m worth.”

“K-Kento! Ken!”

“That’s it, love~ fuckin’ cum, cum all over me, good girl.”

“Nnngh!!” A scream ripped through your throat as Kento sped up, his thumb rubbing your clit as you came, extending your orgasm.

Your cum coated his cock, the warm slickness and you throbbing walls urged him to do exactly what he had been promising to do. “Get pregnant, take it, take all my cum. I’m cumming, oh my god I’m cumm-“ Kento cut himself off by slamming his lips against your, his tongue slid into your mouth as he moaned. His cock spurted and spurted, filling you full of his cum the sensation was strange, warm, and new.

But it felt so fucking good.

Pulling away from you, Kento gasped for air as he reached up gentle caressing your face as you both tried to catch your breath. Once Nanami managed to swallow down enough air to slow his heart rate, he beamed down at you. “Y/N I love you.” He didn’t say anything else, because his loving touch, and the gentle kisses he peppered over your face spoke volumes.

Those strong loving arms held you close, pulling you onto your sides. His cock keeping your bodies connected as he spooned you. Your husband loved you more than words could describe. The mere gentleness of this moment, had you praying that if you were to get pregnant, this was the moment it happened.

[robinsno1lesbian]

Can u do a Robin smut where she like teaches the reader how to eat pussy? Like she has the reader go down on her and gives her tips to help make her cum

warnings: SMUT!! oral sex (robin receiving), inexperienced reader, first time, pet names (baby, good girl), dirty talk, praise kink, hair pulling, established relationship. (1.1k)

a/n: thank you guys sm for all the requests!! your feedback obviously means a lot + reading your suggestions is definitely a great inspo so, if you have any ideas yourself, keep it up! <3

you’ve never gone down on anyone before her. you had pictured it, in the safety of your own room, had envisioned the taste of her slick against your tongue, the way she’d squirm and moan for you.

but you’d never gotten the chance to, well, practice. and while your lack of experience had never been something that necessarily bothered you, it gets to you now: the fact that you don’t exactly know how to please her, no matter how badly you want to

now that you’re face to face (face to cunt?) with her, you have no clue what to actually do.

robin has her thighs spread on your bedsheets, revealing all of her to you with a soft smile on her lips. she lets you take in the sight patiently and watches with a bemused, blissed out expression.

“like what you see?” she rasps with a gentle nod of her chin.

“mhm” you hum absentmindedly, your gaze still fixated on her. your fingertips gently trace her outer lips and you watch her way she opens up in amazement. robin is pretty, endlessly pretty, with freckles that really do reach everywhere on her skin. she’s wet with arousal, pink and wanting, framed by curls just a shade darker than her dirty blonde hair.

she chuckles, two of her own fingers coming down to rest between her legs, forming a V-shape and spreading herself open for you to see.

“fuck” you mutter underneath your breath. robin is breathtaking, all of her is. you can see her clit from where you’re laying on your stomach. it’s throbbing for you.

“i don’t-“ you finally admit, eyes darting upwards to meet hers. “i don’t really like…know what i’m doing, i guess”

“oh baby” robin whispers, her free hand cupping your cheek so her thumb is running over your bottom lip. “that’s okay. it’s okay. i’ll show you”

“you’ll-“ you tilt your head as you repeat the words. “show me?”

“yeah” she promises assuringly, the pad of her finger still tracing patterns over your skin. “don’t worry. i’ll guide you and tell you what to do yeah? i promise it’ll feel really good”

“okay” you finally agree, eyes darting back to the task at hand. “okay”

“good girl” robin whispers, a little smile flashing over her features.

the first thing you notice when you put your mouth on her is the way robin sounds. her raspy voice gets high-pitched and carries more of those familiar cracks in it. her fingers tighten in your hair and she mutters a quiet “fuck y/n” under her breath.

and then, then you notice the way she tastes. it’s unlike anything you’ve ever had before, her wetness slick against your broad tongue. your eyes roll back in your head involuntarily at the mere taste as you lick through her folds and feel the way she parts for you.

curious and with her voice whispering words of encouragement, you drag your tongue all the way through her, up to her pulsing clit, where you swirl around it in clockwise circles.

“oh my god, baby” robin groans, lifting her head to look down at you. “you’re a fucking natural, y/n, fuck”

spurred on by the constant praise (that sends pleasure right to your core) you flick your tongue against the bud of nerves. robin’s legs tremble around your head as she tries to hold them open for you, her ankles crossing over your back to cage you in.

“you have to- ah- suck it” she explains, her eyes heavy lidded and hazy with want. “suck it baby, wrap your lips around it and- oh! oh, yeah just like that”

you hum around her clit, sending vibrations through robin’s entire body that have the woman above you shivering.

there’s nothing but robin. the taste of her, the scent of her, the feeling of her hands as they grab you by the hair and pull you just a little closer.

“is that good for you?” you gasp, lifting your head from her pussy to catch your breath. the lower half of your face is smeared with her wetness and your spit,

“so fucking good” robin praises, her hand loosening its grip ever so slightly. “gonna make me cum like that? with that pretty mouth of yours?”

you nod, eagerly diving back in. your mouth wraps around her again, sucking like she instructed you to. you’re craving her praise, craving her taste and the way she moans above you.

“oh, right there!” robin gasps, back arching against your mouth. “holy fucking shit baby”

you’re eating her out with determination now, eager for robin to reach her height and release over your mouth. her breathing grows ragged, her hips grinding against you impatiently. robin’s moans are enough to encourage you further, her praise like music to your ears.

cries of “a little to the left” and “you’re doing such a good job for me baby, such a good girl eating my pussy like that” and “oh! right there! right there” are the only things echoing through your room for the next few minutes, only accompanied by the sound of your tongue lapping up her arousal and your own, occasional moans.

you could stay there forever. she could suffocate you with her pussy and you would die for it happily.

eventually, robin’s thighs close around your head, practically crushing it between them.

“y/n” she rasps, browns drawn together in concentration and pleasure. “baby i’m- oh my god your mouth, fuck. i’m so- i’m close”

you double your efforts, eating her out like your life depends on it. you feel it before robin seems to sense it herself -the way she throbs.

and then she cries out.

“oh my god” she rasps. “baby i’m gonna cum! you’re gonna make me cum!”

robin’s eyes meet yours then, in that very moment you push her over the edge with one final, harsh flick of your tongue against her clit before you suck it past your lips.

her legs clamp down around your head and her entire body goes rigid when she reaches her height. her hand reaches for yours. you’re not even sure if she notices any of it but you gladly take it, squeeze it in your own to anchor her as she cums.

you knew robin was pretty, obviously. the prettiest girl you had ever seen, precisely. but this, her face contorted in pleasure, her body heaving, naked and in bliss, might be your new favorite sight to see.

she’s still trembling when you lean back, a string of saliva connecting her pussy to your mouth. she looks down at you hazily, her lips curling up in a proud smile.

“oh y/n” she chuckles breathlessly, craning her neck to see you. “and you were worried you wouldn’t be good at this? god…”

you wipe your chin with the back of your hand right before she pulls you in.

“come here” robin laughs and you kiss the smile right from her mouth. “time to make up, yeah?”

[kqulitz]

hiii!! can i request a tom x reader where like reader dresses up like him a bit, oversized shit and all, hiding her body on those bigass clothes, but sometimes, on special occasions she dresses in like revealing shit (rockstars gf leather mini skirt, leather jacket, black platform heels, and all the other shi) and like tom just goes 😨 in a good way

HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE IM HALF ASLEEP WRITING THSI REQUEST😭😭

revealing

tom kaulitz x reader

summary: your sudden change in style catches you boyfriend’s attention.

tags: established relationship, fluff, tom being a bit clingy, some grabbing, implied smut at the end but nothing too explicit

a/n: it’s okay!! i’m sorry this is short 😭🫶

lowercase intended

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

tom stretches from his seat on the couch, sighing a little. “babe, c’mon! we’re gonna be late!” he calls, standing from where he was sat and walking to the bedroom door. “just a minute!” you shout back, voice muffled through the door. “you’ve had a lot of minutes..! c’mon, the other’s are waiting outside!” he knocks a little. “just hang on a sec, okay? i’m almost done!” tom hears you walking around the room. “fine, you get five more minutes.” he sighs, leaving to step outside. bill looks over, frowning a little. “she’s still not done yet?” he asks, glancing behind tom. “no. i’m giving her five more minutes.” the other twin sighs, running a hand over his face. “the parties starting soon.” georg reminds tom, who nods. “i know.”

they wait, and wait, and eventually tom is asked to go back inside to get you. bill is playing it off as a joke, but tom can tell they’re getting a smidge impatient with you. tom steps over to the bedroom door, gently knocking. “schatz, c’mon. we’ve gotta go.” (darling) he tells you, leaning near the door. you don’t respond, yet the lock clicks open. tom opens the door slowly, peering in before opening it fully. he’s absolutely stunned; you’re dressed up, not in your usual clothes, but in a short skirt, cropped top and leather jacket. your platforms give you a couple inches, yet you’re just barely the same height as him. tom blinks, eyes taking in your appearance. “you don’t think this is too revealing do you..?” you ask, hands cusping before you. tom blinks again, looking at you. “no, no it’s perfect, baby. you look amazing.” he smiles, kissing you gently.

you hum. tom can tell you’re feeling insecure, yet the way his hands rest on your hips as he guides you out to the rest of the gang makes you relax a little. the others smile as you finally join them, and bill looks over your outfit. “looking good! we ready?” he asks, smiling softly. “yeah, we’re ready.” you reply, hand grasping tom’s gently. “good. let’s go.” gustav gets in the car, and the rest of the band follow suit. you sit beside tom in the back, bill’s driving, gustav had called shotgun and georg was sat on tom’s left. “i was thinking…” bill starts as he pulls away from the curb. “we could go out and get dinner after this.” he says, glancing at tom in the rearview mirror. “i don’t think i’ll go. i’ve got a meal planned at home.” tom’s hand slips under your skirt, massaging your thigh. you fluster, staring at your boyfriend with wide eyes. he smiles innocently, kissing your cheek. “that’s fine, we’ll bring you some leftovers just in case.” bill chirps, completely unaware of his brother’s actions.

“thanks bill.” you respond, keeping your voice steady. tom’s fingers tease over your thigh, tracing soft shapes. “you should dress like this more often.” he whispers to you. you nod a little, not trusting your voice. “i mean it. i’m gonna completely ravage you tonight.” tom grins, stealing a quick kiss.

[disneyprincemuke]

you revitalise my fraying bones

oscar piastri x reader — series masterlist

1005.

you let out a breathy laugh as you look down at oscar, your lips spreading into a toothy smile. you’re balancing yourself up with your hands on his bare chest and his hands on your hips.

“oh, that was,” you feel a blush coming up your cheeks as you look down at him in the glory of his afterglow. “very nice.”

a soft laugh shakes oscar’s body, squeezing you at the hips as he looks up at you. his eyes slowly flutter open as he smiles. “it was. absolutely amazing,” he says in a breathy tone. “thank you.”

“no, thank you,” you giggle. you rest yourself on his torso, resting your weight on his chest as you lean forward. “freshen up then let’s head to dinner?”

“give me a minute,” oscar giggles, pulling you down to his body. your chests touch as he wraps his arms around your bare back. "let's just be like this for a little while. i really enjoy being with you."

you hum in agreement, resting your cheek on his chest. you can feel his heart beating in his chest as he runs his fingertips up and down your back tenderly.

the room is silent, taken over by the sounds of your heavy breathing from the activity you'd just pulled away from. your hand comes up to hold oscar's bicep with your fingers, squeezing them slightly with a smile. you've never felt so at peace anywhere.

previously, falling asleep that isn’t the comfort of your own bed is difficult. but with oscar, anywhere feels comforting. it feels like home, almost.

"hey!" you squeal, lifting your head with a frown. "i'm ticklish, oscar."

"oh," he laughs, pressing his lips into a thin line. "i'm sorry, baby. i hadn't meant to."

"no, it feels nice, actually," you say, dropping your head back onto his chest. "keep doing that."

“i have a spot i think would be great to have dinner at. you’ll love it. my parents and i go there all the time,” he hums. his touches are feather-like, barely grazing your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps at every surface. “shower, baby?”

“absolutely. i’m all sticky and disgusting,” you laugh. you push yourself up, wincing in pain after your knee had been compressed for the better part of five minutes.

oscar’s laugh mixes with yours as he massages the muscles around your knee while you complain. “you’ll be okay. i’m here.”

when you hop into the shower, he joins you shortly. he turns on the water stream, turning it away from you to avoid the cold water from hitting your skin. oscar keeps his hand under the running water, waiting for the heater to take effect.

“weird request,” oscar mutters, turning to you. “can i wash your hair?”

“huh?” your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you look at up at him. you tilt your head. “i’m capable of washing my own hair, you know. you’re so silly.”

oscar rolls his eyes, but a small embarrassed smile stretches his lips. redness creeps up on his cheeks as he tries to explain his predicament to you. “yeah, but isn’t it,” he looks away briefly, “such a romantic gesture?”

realistically, you hadn’t looked at it like that. after engaging in — for the lack of a better word — sex, it’s natural that you cleaned yourself up on your own.

“oh, when you put it that way, then i guess…”

“besides,” oscar says softly, his dry hand tenderly grabbing your cheek. you lean into his touch as his thumb caresses your skin. “you deserve the best. don’t you think so?”

“oscar,” you scoff sheepishly, looking down to avoid the intensity of his stare.

“my sweet girl,” he whispers, lifting your face up and forcing you to look into his eyes. he smiles when your eyes meet and he leans down to press a sloppy kiss on your nose. he sighs, shaking his head. “i don’t understand.”

you raise an eyebrow. “what do you mean?”

“how can anyone mistreat you,” he says softly, his thumb now tracing the shape of your lips. “you’re so easy to love.”

a breath passes your lips when he takes another step forward towards you. nobody has ever said that to you. it’s always “your standards are too high”, and “you make me feel so suffocated”.

nobody has ever told you that it’s this easy. it’s amazing how oscar never made your love feel like a chore. he would always take your complaints, and feedback, into his chest and properly reflect.

he’d eagerly partake in things that you love and gawk at things he doesn’t understand.

all because it’s got something to do with you.

you roll your eyes with a small smile. “okay, you can wash my hair.”

and oscar’s right, as much as you were embarrassed to admit. having someone, your partner, wash your hair and body after being intimate is an experience you never thought was necessary.

life changing, even.

and he massaged your head and washed your hair with a lot of care, careful not to tug on it that would hurt you.

then he helped you wash your body, despite your protests and insistent of being ticklish. it didn’t even seem to matter. every surface of skin oscar touched made you feel every open wound you had close and heal as he went over it.

oscar made you feel so full. everything around you seems to shine in a way that you’d never seen them before. it’s like he had brought about a certain hue of saturation when he walked into your dull life, colouring in the grey skies and your muted surroundings.

oscar wraps the towel around your body and presses a kiss on your shoulder. “i love you.”

you hold the towel against your body and look up at him, stepping out of the shower. you’ve got a hand on the glass that sectioned the wet part off. “i love you. thank you for this.”

“of course, my sweet girl. you deserve the world.”

[bloatedandalone04]

Love Language

➪the one where you’re all clay needs to keep himself calm before surgery (and after).

Warnings: sam does not exist here (sorry not sorry f that b), mentions of surgery, surgery topics, hospital themes, anxiety, clay's surgery is successful and his mother is still alive, heart transplants (you saw the movie, you know how it goes), heavy topics, 'what is the healing process of a heart transplant' was definitely googled more than once while writing this.

Word Count: 2.3k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

The sun peered into the room through the thin, white curtains - the same ones Clay has begged you to let him replace more than once now. It heated the room to the perfect temperature, not too cold while also not making you break out into a sweat. 

Lying fast asleep beside you was possibly the most beautiful man you had ever seen. His face was pressed to the pillow, his arms lifted and hidden under said pillow as he often fell asleep on his stomach, the front of his body pressed to the mattress. 

You reach over and gently trace your index finger over the various freckles that scattered his back before laying your palm flat against his skin, the faint beat of his heart bringing you a sense of comfort you never knew you needed. 

The glow of the sun made his skin look golden, his face relaxed and his hair messy from moving in his sleep. 

In other words, he was just perfect. 

You lift your body, your elbow digging into the bed as you hold yourself up. Unable to stop your wandering lips, you lean over and press a kiss to his bicep, and another to his shoulder blade.

Though your touch was feather light, it still woke him up as though his body couldn’t help but react whenever you showed him any type of affection. His eyes opened in a squint due to the light that invaded the room, the corner of his lips turning upwards in a boyish grin. “Hi,”

“Hi,” you murmur back, trailing your hand further up his back before tangling it in his light hair. 

He gives you a look that has your heart swelling before he lifts his head just to bury his face back in the pillow. You grin at his shyness, a personality trait you would’ve never imagined he had. With billions behind his name, a successful mother, a future set in stone, and a whole city that belonged to him; you expected him to be arrogant, spoiled, ruthless, even.  

But no, he was none of those things. 

He was kind, had the persona of an angel, something that prompted you to give him the nickname, your angel. He had a smile that could make any okay day an amazing one, the charm to sweep anyone off their feet, and a heart as big and sweet as anything in the entire world. Even though his heart was fragile and could betray him at any given moment, he still didn’t let that change his view on the world, the beautiful thing it was. 

To put it simply; Clay Beresford was the embodiment of everything good in the world, a light so bright that he had no idea just how much he lit up the darkest corners of damn near everyone he’s ever met, a man so perfect you found yourself believing you were stuck in a dream every time you woke up next to him. 

Massaging your fingers into his scalp, you fill with a sense of happiness at the content sigh that escapes him, silent in sound but evident in the way his shoulders raised and dropped slowly. 

You move closer to him, brushing your nose against his arm. “Why are you hiding from me?” You ask quietly, your hand flattening out his messy hair. 

He lifted his head just enough for him to be able to murmur, “I’m not hiding from you, baby,” the corners of his lips turned upwards as he continued, “Just from your awful excuse of a curtain.”

You gasp, taking your hand away from his head to give his shoulder a gentle push. “Hate them all you want,” you shrug, meeting his eyes when he turned his head to look at you. “I’m still not letting you buy me new ones.”

Clay laughed quietly, shifting so he was now on his back. His right hand came up to grab your left one, his eyes fixated on the large diamond that found home on your finger. 

With your free hand, you reach over and gently press it against his shoulder, your fingers firmly poking against the few small knots you felt. “What are you thinking about?” You nearly whisper, afraid as though you would ruin the peaceful atmosphere if you were to talk at your usual pitch. 

His blue eyes met yours once again. “You,” he simply answered and you felt a heat rush to your face. Keeping your hand locked in his, you lean down and press your lips to his mouth, an innocent kiss that grew heated when his left hand grabbed your hip and pulled your body on top of his. 

Your upper body was covered by his white dress shirt he wore to the dinner party last night, the shirt being the first thing you grabbed once you woke up this morning, while your lower half was covered by a thin black lace.

Clay has told you many times now that he loves the way you look in his clothes and it brings out a possessive side he never knew he had. You were just so beautiful, and you looked past his family drama and his heart problem and chose him. 

There weren’t words that are strong enough to describe his love for you or how much he adored you. You were one of the few things in his life that felt normal and right, and it was no surprise that he couldn’t hold back on asking you to be his forever just eight months into the relationship. 

You started out as his mom’s assistant. Lilith was a sweetheart right at the start, showing you around her massive house with the patience of a new teacher, smiling at you and encouraging any questions you might have had. 

You remembered exiting the kitchen and entering the front hall just as Clay returned home, his eyes tired and his form slouched. It was almost comical how quickly he straightened up and how wide his eyes opened. Lilith’s dismissal of his sudden appearance was one you’ll never forget. “Oh, that’s Clay, my son. Don’t worry, you won’t see much of him,”

How wrong she was.

From that day on, Clay did any and everything he could to see you, even for just a split second. He’d prolong quick conversations, give you a long answer instead of a short one to any question you had, and was always there to greet you when you arrived in the mornings. 

You were kidding yourself when you made a promise that you wouldn’t fall for him. You fell for Clay hard and fast, and it seemed as though he fell for you just as bad. When you became official, you quit being Lilith’s assistant as you felt weird about it and didn’t want your source of income to be from his mom.

No matter how much money the Beresford name had, you still felt cheap whenever Clay or his mother offered to pay for something. You knew it wouldn’t faze them, and you appreciate their kindness, but you refused each and every time. 

“You do realize that you’re entitled to my money once we’re married, right?” He’d ask you every time you refused to let him pay for you.

You always respond with, “Yeah, well, we’ll figure that out when we get there,”

His hands slide up your back when you break away from his mouth and begin placing kisses along his jaw. You move onto his neck and shoulders before moving further down and stopping right above where his heart was beating in his chest. 

A small bit of sadness filled you as your mouth hovered over that place, your hands pressing into the sheets on either side of his body. Clay noticed this, but before he could ask you what was wrong, you leaned down and placed a kiss to the skin of his chest, just over where his heart is. 

He held back a shiver as you placed another kiss and then another, your eyes closing when you felt his hands reach up to caress the sides of your face. Butterflies are set loose all over his body as you kiss him with a feather light touch, acting as if you’d break him if you were to be even the smallest bit rougher with him. 

“Hey,” he quietly said, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears that fell from your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Shaking your head, you rest it against his chest, the faint beating against your cheek making you smile slightly. “I just love you,” it was hardly audible, but he heard you as clear as day. “So much.”

“Baby,” he says quietly, brushing your hair away from your face as he tries to get you to meet his eye. “Now it’s your turn to tell me what you’re thinking about.”

You wipe away your tears and clear your throat. “It’s nothing,” you answer, looking up at him and caving at the look he gives you. A shaky sigh leaves your lips as you crawl over his body and move to lay on your side next to him. Your fingers trace over the skin you had just kissed while his rubbed soothing circles onto your shoulder. “I was just thinking about how much I will love your new heart, maybe even more than I love your current one.”

Clay grinned down at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “There’s no doubt in my mind that my new heart will love you just as much as the old one does now,” he says quietly before adding, “Thank you for never giving up on me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

-

Clay spent a week in the hospital, his pager going off a few hours after you and him got out of bed after your heart to heart talk. 

His surgery was a success, his body taking the new organ with no problems at all and rendering him a new man.

You were by his side throughout the whole process, your own heart beating rapidly during the five hours he was under. The sense of relief you felt when his doctor came to the waiting room to inform you and Lilith that it was a success was indescribable. 

He woke up an hour or so after the surgery, and a couple more later you were finally allowed to briefly visit him. You instantly started crying, which caused him to cry as well, still a bit drowsy and high off the medication. 

Despite the doctor’s request of not getting too close to him, you couldn’t help but press multiple kisses to his face, working carefully around the ventilator, before settling on holding his hand as gently as you could. He looked so tired and weak and worn out, making your heart break the smallest bit as you thought about the long road to recovery he had ahead of him. 

Now, four weeks into his recovery process, he was doing well. He would have multiple pain sessions everyday where his chest would ache beyond anything he could ever describe. During those moments he would tightly hold your hand or wrap his arms around your middle while pressing his body to yours until the pain subsided and the quiet groans faded. 

You grew closer than ever. You had taken an LOA from your job at the small café downtown to take care of him, looking after his every need with no hesitation. He was in bed for the most part, only getting up to walk the short distance to the bathroom attached to the bedroom or up and down the hallway outside the room to keep him somewhat active. Even then you were no more than a few feet away from him, a nervous look on your face and a crease in your brow

Secretly, the days you spent with him in bed was your favorite way to pass the time. Like right now, your chin resting gently on his shoulder while your index finger lightly ran up and down the scar on his chest. The bandage and stitches had long since been removed and all that was left was a long line from the start of his chest down to just above his lower abdomen. 

Today was a good day as he hadn’t felt a single ounce of pain yet, his arm wrapped around you and his fingers lazily tracing shapes on your bicep. His half lidded eyes stared at the ceiling, the only sounds filling the room being your breathing and the low hum of the air conditioning. 

Breaking the silence, you keep your voice quiet as you ask, “How are you feeling today?”

Your head lifted slightly with every breath he took, his shoulder rising with every inhale. Just being able to feel him breathe made you fill with a sense of happiness, the stress of the whole thing fading away with every day that passed. “Good,” he answered, his lips turning upwards when he added, “Better than ever.”

You close your eyes at that, exhaling quietly. “Good,” your hand moves from his scar and rests on the skin above his heart, the faint but strong beat making you smile. “You’re still you.” You say quietly and lift yourself up, propping your upper half on your elbow.

Clay furrows his brows as he watches you lean down to press your lips over his heart. He was brought back to the morning of his surgery, just hours before he got the page that a transplant was available, where you did exactly what you were doing now, but on his old and weak heart. 

“My angel….New heart, new life,” you continued, kissing his skin once more before meeting his eyes. “Still the same you.”

Clay lifted his hand to stroke your cheekbone with his thumb, the rest of his fingers curling under your jaw. “I’m still me,” he confirmed, matching your small grin with one of his own. “And my heart still loves you just the same.”

[peachesofteal]

Bc I love angst and making hearts heavy what if WHAT IF THE CALL FROM YOU IS THEM FINALY GOT YOU and you begged and pleaded that you have jo affiliation with soap and ghost anymore. That they wouldn't even answer the phone. They make you call them anyways. AND THEN SIMON ANSWERS and it's all tumbled in your brain. Happiness to hearing him and some birthday song in the background, anger, tjat je answerd. How dare he. Why did he changed that stupid habit now. Fear for ypu and fear of what they might know of bee.

SCREAMS! This is so ✨ ugh. Takes place after this.

18+ / Mature themes, mentions of self harm, torture. / disco baby au

“Simon?” His heart stops in his chest.

It’s you. It’s your voice, ringing through the phone. He glanced towards the kitchen, where Johnny is wiping Bee’s hands with a wet wipe. She’s babbling up at him, face like a cherub, and he smiles back at her, cheeks pushing up with genuine happiness. His heart hurts, just looking at them. His family. His family, missing a piece.

He says your name, not love, not Darling, your government name, and your breath hitches in the background.

Johnny stands straight up, wipe still crushed in his fingers, zeroing in on where he stands in the hall. Gaz has got Bee in his arms now, making funny faces to her pure delight, but Price is watching Simon closely, clued in by both his and Johnny’s sudden shift, their change in body language.

“Simon.” You say his name again, and his eyes narrow. You sound… different. Garbled. Like you’ve been crying, and all he can see is the handwritten notes in Bee’s chart about ‘Mum’ who the doctor worried had no support at home, ‘Mum’ who was given a laundry list of support resources for PPD.

He never thought he’d hear your voice again. Never thought they’d see you again.

“Darling, are you okay?” He asks softly, because right now, nothing else matters. He needs to know if you’re alright.

“I- I uh…” Bee shrieks in the background, screaming with laughter at Gaz and you stop speaking abruptly. “Is… is that?”

“Yeah, we’re having a little party. For her birthday.” Johnny stands at his shoulder.

“Darling?” He mouths, and Simon nods. Affirmative.

“That’s… good. That’s great.” Your voice cracks.

“Are you alright?” He repeats, and the line goes dead silent, like the mic has been muted. Price is now standing at the end of the hall, watching. “Darling? Are you there?”

A fist tightens in your hair, pulling it tight at the roots, and you hiss, trying to move to relieve the pressure but it’s no use. The barrel of the gun digs into your temple, and you try to take a deep breath. The man, the one you dubbed ‘big man’, crouches in front of you, and the one wearing the mask, gives you the ‘keep going’ signal, as you swallow the blood that’s pooled in your mouth.

“I- I’m here.” Simon. I’m here. I’m here. I miss you so, so much. I need you. You want to scream it at him, but the man points at the screen of the computer on the table to your side, the instructions very clear. Say this, don’t say that. You close your eyes. Why did he have to answer the phone?

Bee laughs again, in the background, and your heart breaks. Your baby. Your baby is there. Your baby is safe, with her Dads. Where she belongs.

Where they’re being traced to, right now. On this open phone line.

You have to warn them.

“How is she?” You ask, because you can’t help it, because you so desperately want to know. You want to know everything about her.

You didn’t want your baby to be a stranger, you didn’t want to leave her on the doorstep that day.

You didn’t know what else to do. You couldn’t stop hurting yourself. You needed help.

“She’s amazing.” He answers, and you close your eyes, sob welling in your chest. “Brilliant, beautiful. Like her mum. She’s our whole world.” You can’t fight your tears now, and you smile, even though your lip is split and your cheek is bruised.

“I’m so happy.” You whisper. You don’t fight to keep your voice controlled or even.

“What’s going on?” He asks sharply, and there’s some scuffling in the background.

“This line is being traced.” You blurt, and then there are hands grabbing for you, for the phone. “You’re not safe!” You scream. A fist crashes into the side of your head, and stars blink across your vision. The man who was holding the gun is now holding also holding the phone, and Simon’s voice is crackling across the air via speakerphone.

“Put her back on the phone. Now.” It’s a command, but one they don’t heed.

“Don’t think we will.” Big man says.

“If ye touch a fucking hair on her head…” Johnny shouts, and your heart twists at the sound of his voice. Johnny. Your Johnny. You miss him so much.

“Too late for that, mate. Not sure you’ll even recognize the pieces of her when we mail them.” A whimper slips from your mouth on accident, and you slam your eyes shut when the fingers yank at your hair again.

“I’m sorry!” You yell, because you have to, have to tell them that you’re so sorry. They made you call. You’d never put Bee in danger. Never put them in danger. “I’m so sorry, they made me, they-“ you don’t see the butt of the gun until it’s too late, until it’s whipping towards the side of your head, and then the entire world is fading to black as your body slumps towards the floor.

[starleska]

Gosling!Ken x Self-Conscious!Human!Reader Kencanons

a few of you lovely folks have been embarrassed about liking Ken and putting yourselves down, thinking a gorgeous doll like him could never be interested in you. my sweet stranger, i’m here to tell you that Ken would absolutely adore you!! here are some thoughts to that effect 😉

🐴 Ken is fascinated by your human body. in Barbieland, every Barbie and Ken of any shape or size is moulded to perfection: even with variances, you will never find a human detail without a purpose, like a stray hair, a scar, or a freckle. that’s why when Ken meets you, he can’t keep his eyes off you...you’re just so new and striking. at first it’s with a puppy-like intrigue that he sneaks glances at your beautiful body, absorbed by the spaces where your skin is patchy or uneven and the bags under your eyes. but as you grow closer, and you permit him to touch you, Ken can see more of the ways in which every part of your body is unique...and he covets you for it. he loves to squeeze you, to feel the fleshy parts where your body curves and dips, and to trace the little bumps on your skin. “I feel like the luckiest guy in the world,” Ken breathes, as he cups your too-warm cheek. he looks at you the way most men look at the stars. 

🐴 your fashion sense is a world apart from the clean-cut styles popular in Barbieland, and this makes Ken ecstatic. whether you dress sporty or goth, cutesy or plain, high-effort or cosy, Ken has never seen any doll wear those clothes as well as you do. “You’re so...different,” he remarks, saying the word ‘different’ as if it means ‘amazing’. in fact, Ken is so taken with the way you dress that he soon starts emulating your style...and matching your clothes. it’s quite a shock for you the first time he shows up in an outfit identical to yours—how did he even find one in his size so fast?—but the proud smile on his face sends you into fits of giggles. you tell Ken that he doesn’t need to dress like you for you to like him, and this makes his face scrunch up in adorable confusion. “But how will I show you how cool you look?” he asks. after some consideration, you tell Ken it’s okay—but he has to pick outfits for the two of you as well. Ken is so overwhelmed with this new responsibility that he swoops you up into his arms and gives you a bone-crushing, plasticky hug that makes you gasp for air.

🐴 on days where you are feeling your worst, Ken is your biggest cheerleader. there’s no use trying to hide under the covers from this man; Ken’s a cuddler, and he’ll find any way possible to snuggle beneath your layers of blankets and nestle up to you, his strong arms locking around your waist and his breath hot against your neck. “You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” Ken admits, as he absently strokes your thigh. you turn to him, ready to rebuff the compliment as obvious nonsense, but then you look into his eyes and see those baby-blues shining in earnest. you tell him, a little weakly, that you don’t feel that way. you tell Ken that he could have any person he wants...that he should go and find someone perfect, like him. but Ken chuckles, low in his throat, and presses his nose against yours. “But I already have that, silly,” he whispers. “I have you.” 

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

A Helping Hand.

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in which, your six months pregnant, your sweaty, ankles are swollen and your nauseous all the time, getting on the boat was a slightly easy task, but the task of getting off the boat is a lot harder, but luckily your husband is there to help you.

As you sit on the sailboat in Italy, your husband Harry Styles by your side, the warm breeze gently caresses your skin. The boat sways with the rhythmic waves as you both head back to the beach for a delightful lunch in a charming seaside cafe.

Despite the picturesque setting, you can't help but feel the discomfort of your six-month pregnancy. Your ankles are swollen, making each movement a little more challenging than usual. The scorching sun beats down on you, causing a glistening sheen of sweat to form on your forehead. Harry lovingly places a hand on your back, offering comfort and support.

As you sit on the sailboat, Harry glances at you with concern, noticing the discomfort in your swollen ankles. Without a word, he reaches over and gently lifts your feet, placing them on his lap.

"Let me take care of you, m’darlin’," he speaks with a tender smile.

As Harry begins to rub your ankles with gentle, soothing motions, you let out a content sigh at the relieving feeling.

"Oh, that feels amazing," you say, appreciating his thoughtful gesture.

"I want you to feel as comfortable as possible," Harry replies, his focus solely on easing your discomfort. "You're carrying our little one, and I want t’make sure you're taken care of."

You lean back slightly, basking in the warmth of his touch.

"Thank you, baby. You always know how to make things better," you say, feeling grateful for his loving presence.

He chuckles softly.

"It's the least I can do, especially when you're enduring all of this," he muses, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your ankle.

As Harry continues to massage your ankles, the tension gradually melts away, and you find yourself feeling more relaxed than you have in days. The combination of the gentle sea breeze, the sound of the waves, and Harry's caring touch creates a moment of pure tranquillity.

"You're incredible," you whisper, looking into his eyes filled with adoration.

As you sit there on the sailboat, enjoying the moment with Harry, all of a sudden, a sharp kick jolts you in the ribs, causing you to gasp and instinctively hold your belly.

Harry's eyes widen in concern, and he quickly asks, "What is it? Is it the baby? Is it time?"

Taking some small breaths to recover, you manage to shake your head and reassure him, "No, love, it's not time yet. Our little one just kicked really hard."

Harry chuckles, a mix of excitement and relief in his voice.

"Well, he's certainly showing some strength in there. I think our little one is going to be a footballer with the way he kicks," you gesture playfully.

The both of you laugh, you’re feeling the baby's movements calming down after the energetic kick.

Harry grins and then leans forward, positioning himself so his face is in line with your belly.

"Hey buddy," he speaks gently, addressing the unborn child, "it's Daddy, and I want y’t’listen. Y’need to be a bit more gentle with y’mama. She's carrying y’and keeping y’safe, so y’gotta be nice t’her, okay?"

As if in response, you feel a subtle flutter of movement, and you both laugh.

"I think he heard you, H," you say, smiling at the sweet moment.

"I hope so," Harry says, his voice filled with affection as he continues talking to the baby. "We can't wait t’meet y’and hold y’in our arms. But until then, be good t’Mama, alright?"

You rest your hand on Harry's head as he talks to your belly, feeling a surge of warmth and love for the little life growing inside you.

"He's going to have the best dad ever," you whisper, overwhelmed with emotions.

Harry looks up at you with a soft smile, his eyes shimmering with love.

"And he's going t’have the most incredible mama," he replies, his voice sincere and heartfelt.

The moment is soon interrupted by the driver of the boat telling the two of you that you’ve arrived at the beach, and hearing the announcement, your husband stands up, his eyes filled with excitement. With his supportive hand, he helps you up from the sofa, steadying you as you adjust to the shifting motion of the boat.

"Careful, m’honey," Harry speaks, his voice gentle and protective. "Let m’help you."

Gratefully, you lean on him for support as you rise to your feet. The swelling in your ankles makes walking a bit challenging, but with Harry's reassuring presence, you feel more confident.

As you stand together, Harry reaches for the beach bag, swinging it over his shoulder effortlessly.

"I've got everything w’need," he says, flashing a warm smile your way.

"Thank you, baby," you reply, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness and care.

Harry quickly stands up and steps off the boat first, extending his hand to help you follow. But before you can make your move, he reaches out and stops you, his concern evident in his eyes.

"Wait, m’honey," Harry says gently, "Let me help y’down. We need t’be careful."

You nod appreciatively, grateful for his watchful eye and protective nature. With a reassuring smile, Harry reaches for your hand and guides you, step by step, as you carefully manoeuvre your way off the boat.

"Easy does it," he says softly, making sure you have a firm footing before proceeding.

The gentle touch of his hand in yours provides both physical support and emotional comfort. You can't help but feel a surge of love and admiration for the considerate and caring man beside you.

Once your feet touch the sandy shore, Harry stays close, his arm wrapped around your waist to offer additional stability as you adjust to the new terrain. The feeling of warm sand under your feet is a welcome relief, and you take a moment to savour the beauty of the beach and the calming sound of the waves.

"Thank you, H," you say, feeling grateful for his thoughtful assistance.

He smiles warmly, his eyes never leaving you.

"Always, m’love. I want t’make sure y’safe and comfortable," he says, his love and devotion evident in his words.

The boat trip had been an impromptu idea that your husband had come up with on a whim, insisting that it would do the two of you good, to get some fresh air instead of lounging about in the villa watching Netflix all day.

You had told him that your ankles were hurting so that you would be a lot slower on your feet but he helped you the whole day.

You had been nauseous all day practically, and he made sure you were drinking plenty of water and eating saltine crackers to rid it.

He rubbed your ankles knowing they would be bugging you.

He spoke to your little one and helped them stop kicking you, saying that they didn’t need to hurt you.

And he had helped you and off of the boat, making sure that you had as much help as possible so you didn’t injure or strain yourself.

Wherever you went, before you were pregnant and even during your pregnancy, Harry was there to always lend a helping hand.

[becomingmina]

JUST HOLD ME. w/ SEUNGMIN.

pairing: seungmin x female reader genre + warnings: established relationship, fluff, reader is called princess. wc: 740+ mina's note: because I’m having a bad day I think seungmin is just so boyfriend i love him sm 💖

other works here ; any comments and thoughts you can drop them here ; ty for reading.

You’re exhausted, you have just finish up with work now, an hour and a bit later than your usually time. An hour spend on tidying up your colleagues' work that you’re not even suppose to be doing. It’s that you allow them to use you like that but every time you voice your opinion, you get shut down.

“Don’t you want to be a team player Y/N?”

“Helping them will allow you to excel in the field.”

“One task should be okay to help him with? You’re already done with your job.”

“I’m sure Dylan will be happy to help you out in the future if needed, don’t you think?”

No actually I don’t think so.

All you can do is keep it in, beat yourself up and go about with your day. You don’t mean anything to these people and they shouldn’t mean anything to you too. Work is just work and you should forget about it once you walk out of the office building. But you don’t. Your day replays in your head the whole train ride home. Why do you even try so hard with people who don’t even care about you Y/N? Why do they only come to you when they need help Y/N? Why do you have no back bone Y/N?! JUST SAY NO Y/N?! You’re tired because it’s your fault Y/N!

You finally reached home, your cozy, dim light, relaxing, small, quiet home that you shared with your amazing boyfriend. Normally all the stress would go away the second you land in your apartment, but today it still doesn’t. There was still so so so much tension in your shoulders, your chest, your head, everywhere.

“Princess!! How was work?!” Seungmin yelled from your shared bedroom after hearing the front door open. You find yourself smiling a little bit at his voice, but you don’t answer. “Princess?” He speaks again, now a little cautious if it’s even his princess who entered the apartment. You hear rush of footsteps get louder as you make your way into the house.

“Why didn’t you answer me, Y/N?” Seungmin asked after confirming it was you, smiling seeing his lovely girlfriend in front of him. Even though she didn’t feel and look lovely, her shoulders were rounded, hair messy from her pulling it, lips pale as she forgets to swipe her pink lipstick across like she usually does.

“Hold me,” you spoke quietly, taking off your bag tossing it to the dining table. Seungmin stands in front of you, with his arms wide open. You fall into them, hugging his body so tight as you try to clam yourself down. He wraps his arms around you, letting you take out a couple of deep breaths, taking in his sweet smell. He just straight up smells like boyfriend material, you don’t know how to explain it. The heavy feeling from your body’s starts to leave as you fall further and further into his touch, into his warmth. Seungmin always knew how to take care of you even if it’s just sanding there with his arms open, and you appreciate him so much for times like this.

“You okay baby?” Oh, he was so sweet.

“Just hold me,” you reply gently, and he continues to, not even trying to get it out of you but knowing how tired you are. One arm drags up and down your back, just showering you with affection. Your mind starts to go blank now, nothing matters to you. Only your boyfriend.

“You wanna go lie down?” He asks before placing a kiss to your head. You nod but don’t make any effort to move away from his grasp. He chuckles at you, then lifts you into him with the help of his his hands on back of your knees. He walks you to the bedroom, letting you rest ontop of him as he lies down on his back. His hands go back to their position on your back, tracing up and down.

Moments go by and you’re both still the same place. It was so peaceful, you feel yourself start to grow numb.

“You’re going to doze off on me Y/N.” He notices your sleepy state.

“No I’m not, I just want you to hold me,” you quietly laugh back well aware you were dozing off him his arms. “Can I?” You ask, wanting to fall sleep as you feel so comfortable, so relax, so safe.

“Of course princess.”

[drewsbuzzcut]

Deeper Than Oceans You Run, Watch As Our World Has Begun

Nick Moldenhauer x Dallas Blankenburg Moldenhauer

A so it goes blurb

Warnings: some insecurities and slight angst

Takes places during their honeymoon this summer

The full moon reflects on the darkened waves that lap at the couple. Nick and Dallas cling to each other, limbs tangled up in a perfect mess as they float.

Today marks one week into their blissful honeymoon. They’ve been having boozy, blistering fun on the white sand beaches in Tulum. They love being in love and being happy. There have been many endless kisses and bone chilling touches. Albeit the overwhelming rapture, Dallas can tell something’s wrong with Nick. Her husband has a faint furrow between his eyebrows and the corners of his lips don’t fully rise with his smile. Any other person wouldn’t even notice, but Nick is Dallas’ favorite worn in book. She can notice the slightest difference in anything he does.

“What’s wrong? You seemed down all day,” the girl pulls herself tighter into his chest and slides a hand into his curls.

“Just thinking a little too much,” Nick whispers, not able to meet her eyes.

“About what?” She asks, tilting his head up so he can look at her.

“Um… just about my future. In the nhl. I just- I don't know,” he mumbles and turns away despite his wife trying to keep his eyes on hers.

“Nicky, it’s all going to be okay,” she tries to reassure him.

“What if it’s not? What if I fail miserably, or what if I can’t be the player that I want to be?” Nick exasperates, eyes wide and his unshed tears glimmering in the moonlight. His voice is shaky and his chest is starting to heave.

“It’s going to be okay, baby. You’re a good hockey player and you never give up. You’re so committed to bettering yourself and that’s all that matters. Even if you do fail, I will be by your side, so unbelievably proud of you. I know you’re not going to fail, though. You’re Nick Moldenhauer, someone who has gone through a lot so early in their hockey career. You’ve had a lot of odds against you, but you’re here playing hockey for umich. You’re drafted and you’re going to be amazing,” she hums and wipes away the tear on his cheek.

“I just want to be able to take care of you, us, and our future family,” Nick admits, letting out a sigh when she nuzzles her nose into his cheek. Dallas softly traced over the scar on his jaw before pressing a soft kiss onto the raised skin. The girl feels a fluttery feeling grow in her heart at the thought of their future family.

“And you will be able to. If not, then I have no problem being your sugar mommy,” the girl jokes, trying to get a smile out of her husband.

“You’re my everything and the last person I want to let down,” he chokes out with a quivering lip. His words are pained, easily making her heart crack.

“You could never. I love you so much, Nicky,” she reassures him once again.

Dallas loops her arms around his shoulders and squeezes him tightly to her body. Heat builds where their soft skin touches, consoling Nick.

“I love you, June bug. I’m happy you’re my wife. It’s you and it’ll always be you,” he affirms and leans down to capture her lips in a kiss.

Dallas cups his cheeks, her legs wrapping around his waist as she gets lost in his lips. His tongue gently prods her lips open and explores her mouth as if it’s his first time. She loves that every time they kiss, it feels like the very first time. She gets filled with excitement, and she can feel it blossom in Nick with the way his fingers press into her skin.

“Want to help me tick something off of my bucket list?” Dallas asks, lips moving over his.

Her husband pulls away, watching her facial features and seeing the smirk that she can’t bother hiding.

“What is that?”

“Sex on the beach,” she rasps in his ear.

Nick doesn’t respond, he just pulls Dallas over his shoulder and carries her to shore. He can’t wait to see her fall apart under the stars and moon.

[nightghoul381]

Jude Jazza~Luxury Liner Event~Epilogue

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

In the aftermath on an incident involving a gang and the president of a trading company feared by the public,

The luxury liner Orellus is forced to make an emergency stop at a port that night in order to hand the gangsters over to the police.

Ellis smiled as the night breeze brought with it the smell of the sea.

Ellis: “Let me deal with the police. Jude, Kate, take it easy.”

Kate: “Thank you, Ellis.”

(Ellis, you really are very thoughtful…)

Jude walks away as soon as we leave Ellis.

Kate: “Ah, please wait… where are you going?”

Jude: “To get a proper drink.”

Kate: “Can I go with you too?”

Jude: “I dunno, that’s a bit much for a well-bred young lady don’t ya think?”

Kate: “…I think I’ll be fine as long as I don’t leave your side.”

Kate: “It seems there are rumors that you’re a ‘scary person who crushed a gang.’”

Jude: “…”

Jude: “Ye can follow me if ya want, but if we get separated, I won’t look for ya.”

Jude: “At best, ya can follow me around like a baby bird.”

(You really can’t have a calm conversation…)

I was annoyed by his sharp words, but I didn’t feel like turning on my heels.

I felt like Jude’s stride had slowed down a little.

(…I wonder if his body is okay after the fistfight he just had.)

(His shirt, it’s slightly torn… maybe there’s a place where a knife had grazed.)

Although I know there are no deep wounds or injuries, I am somewhat worried and glance sideways to check.

Jude: “…Ha…”

Kate: “…? What’s the matter?”

Jude: “What’s the matter with you? Ya—”

Townspeople meeting at the port: “In commemoration of the Orellus’ port of call, please have these flowers.”

At that moment, I suddenly heard a cheerful voice.

(Flowers…?)

The world’s largest luxury liner was moored at port, albeit, temporarily, and a large number of people were flocking to the port.

Passengers heading out to town seemed to be handed a welcome flower.

Townspeople meeting at the port: “May your encounter with this town be a wonderful one.”

Kate: “Ah, thank you…)

(For Jude, flowers…)

(I bet he’s frowning like crazy…)

However, Jude glanced sideways and quietly dropped hi seyes to the flowers.

(…Huh?)

For a moment, his gaze seemed transfixed.

His eyes suddenly turned towards me, and my heart skipped a beat.

Kate: “What is it…?”

Jude: “…Stay still.”

Jude stuck the flower in my hair near my ear.

His finger tips graze my ear, and my shoulders tremble unintentionally.

Kate: “…?...??”

(Did you give me a flower, Jude? Why?)

The faint, sweet fragrance of the flowers, and the man in front of me who has no trace of sweetness, are so unbalanced and confusing.

Jude: “…Just as I thought, it suits you.”

Jude: “It’s stupid. It suits you perfectly, doesn’t it?”

(…Huh!?)

The mocking sneer gripped my heart.

Kate: “Wh-what was that… it’s so stupid it’s perfect?”

Jude: “Is that what it means?”

Jude: “A flower that welcomes anyone like an idiot…”

Jude: “You, who follows me like an idiot.”

I was at a loss for words as his fingertips poked my collarbone.

His cold words and gaze seem to see right through my troubled heart and I can’t say anything.

Jude narrowed his eyes as if he’d caught me in a trap.

Jude: “I told ya I’d show ya pain, and you followed me here.”

Jude: “…What were ya expectin’?”

l—Flashback—

Jude: “If ya keep hanging around me, yer gonna get hurt worse than this.”

Jude: “…when ya do, show me that pretty face of yers.”

--End Flashback—

Kate: “You’re wrong…!”

Jude: “Did I bully you like ya were expectin’?”

The sadistic whisper sends a sweet shiver to the pit of my stomach, making me shiver violently.

Kate: “I’m…not…”

Kate: “I didn’t follow you with such expectations…”

I was worried about you, even though it was a minor injury. That’s all.

(Why…am I so nervous…?)

Jude’s eyes narrow even more when he sees that I can’t come up with an argument right away.

Jude: “Ah-ah… you shouldn’t show that face so easily, princess.”

Jude: “I was joking…but it looks like you want me to stop joking.”

Kate: “…you know…”

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me.

I tried to back away, but a hand around my waist held me in place, as if to say it wasn’t allowed.

Jude: “Do ya want me to hurt yer wrist like before?”

Jude: “Ah, or did it feel good to be tied around yer neck, like we did before?”

The hand that poked my chest now came up to my throat.

The amethyst eyes, staring at me from such a close distance, seemed to be full of heat despite his sneer.

Even though, I think it’s strange, I can’t help but feel my heart pounding.

(F-funny…)

(Something’s wrong with me…)

Jude: “Or…you want something more lewd.”

The hand wrapped around my waist smoothly crawls up my back.

A sweet tingling sensation welled up in my chest and I quickly pushed myself back.

Kate: “None of those are different…”

Jude: “…Fuha, yer desperate aren’t ya? Liar.”

Kate: “I’m not lying…!”

Jude: “Hmm, okay.”

Jude: “Well, if ya ever get tired of being stubborn, ye can always tell me.”

Jude: “I’ll play with ya in my spare time.”

Kate: “Oh, I don’t do that for fun.”

Jude: “Then, why don’t ya get serious.”

Kate: “Wha…”

Jude: “I have no intention of responding.”

Kate: “At least…Oh!”

The sea breeze from the port almost blows away the flower behind my ear, so I reflexively hold it with my hand.

(…why now?)

(I don’t want to lose it…you thought…)

(This kind of thing…it’s just a flower you gave me to tease and mess with me.)

Jude: “Like I said before, if ya get separated, yer on yer own.”

Kate: “Oh, wait a minute.”

Holding down the flower so it wouldn’t fly away, I run after him.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the look on his face when he laughed about how stupid it looked.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Premium End | Epilogue

[bigdumbbambieyes]

unsafe requests huh mmm something outside? 👀 steve loving on billy hours pls 🥺👉👈💖

ofc babe!! here you are 🤍

it’s the time after spring and before summer and steve’s behind the arcade, pressing his boyfriend into the wall there, cigarettes forgotten at their feet.

it’s stupid, to do this. especially in the daylight. but, with billy looking at him like that, all blue eyes and a blond curl on his forehead, his mouth wrapped around a filter - steve couldn’t resist.

sliding his mouth against billy’s, breathing a moan into it like it’s the only air his boyfriend needs, clutching at his shoulders with cramping fingers as billy licks into his mouth, wet and hot and demanding, like he always is.

drowning in the scent of him, his cologne and the cigarette smoke and mint gum. the touch and feel of his body through rough denim and a thin shirt, the way their hearts beat together in time where their chests are touching.

god, he loves billy so much he could fucking die.

he pulls away, just a little, and grins as billy eagerly follows him, desperate to keep their lips locked for as long as he can.

“slow down,” steve murmurs, sliding his hand down billy’s back and further to the swell of his ass, gripping it through his jeans, “lemme just…love on you, okay?”

billy huffs in annoyance, but he looks willing so he concedes easily, going soft and pliant, ready to let steve do as he pleases.

and he does. sliding his mouth across billy’s jaw and neck, steve mumbles sweet things to his sweet thing, kisses that sensitive spot on billy’s neck just to hear the soft sounds he makes. he can feel the heat of billy’s face as he presses a kiss to the blond’s cheek, peppering his lips down to that mustache and then to his lips — coaxing billy’s tongue into his mouth again with a gentle suck.

his hand smoothes to the front of billy’s jeans, rubs at the firm shape there, murmurs hotly, “this for me?”

billy nods, his brows furrowing as he ruts his hips into steve’s hand.

“want me to make you cum?” steve whispers, licking across those full lips.

the little whine his boyfriend gives tells him ‘yes’.

he’s quick about it, tugging billy’s jeans open as he kisses him, sliding his hand into the blond’s pants to feel him there, slick and sticky already.

steve can’t help it, he moans, “slut,” into billy’s mouth and grins at the choked moan he receives in return.

“so sweet for me,” he murmurs, ducking his head to kiss at billy’s neck again because he wants to hear every little sound he makes, “love you so much, baby, just wanna make you feel good all the time…”

“you do,” billy whispers shakily, his eyes half-lidded as steve strokes him up and down, slowly.

he gives billy a look, thumbs over the slit at the tip of his boyfriend’s cock, “you’re not lying?”

billy shakes his head ‘no’ and keens, staring straight into his eyes.

“fuck, you look so good,” steve sighs, kissing billy so sweet and chaste, as if he weren’t giving him a filthy handjob behind the arcade, the sound of his hand so loud now, “so gorgeous, billy, so amazing…”

“jesus — shut up,” billy whispers, his cheeks burning red and his eyes wet, overwhelmed by the emotions steve is making him feel.

“no,” steve hums, “maybe i’ll tell you every sappy thought i’ve ever had about you and you’re gonna cum from it.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t think your dick got the memo, baby.” steve smirks, lifts his other hand from billy’s hip to suck his finger into his mouth, watching billy watch him, his boyfriend all but falling into a trace.

he shoves that finger down into the back of billy’s pants, smoothes the wetness across his hole, murmurs heatedly, “you’d probably let me finger you against this wall if i asked.”

it sets billy off almost instantly, his face scrunching in pleasure as his jaw drops, a filthy little moan leaving his lips as he cums all over steve’s hand, rocking back against that teasing finger and the tight grip of his hand.

steve can’t help it, he kisses billy through it and sighs, “such a good boy for me, angel.” into his mouth.

billy can barely stand up, but steve’s got him. he tucks billy back into his pants and kisses him again, because he can’t get enough.

and when he feels billy’s thigh forcing itself between his own, his dick pressing against a muscled thigh perfectly, steve knows the praise and love is far from over.

[bradshawsbitch]

@roosterforme I want Rooster and "you're jealous, aren't you?"

Anything for you, lovely!!

Disclaimer: of course this turned into smutty filth!! 18+ only. Minors dni!!

Warnings: afab!reader, cunnilingus, face sitting, mentions of sex and the ER lmao. This is silly and hopefully a little hot too!

Sitting cross-legged across from each other in the small blanket fort you’d made with Bradley, you giggled at his sour expression. The two of you had been having a cozy night in in your new house together. One of the perks of the new house was the beautiful fireplace that was now lit, illuminating Bradley’s beautiful tan skin - his cheeks flushed red from the warmth. He looked gorgeous, but the look on his face made you full on laugh as the corners of his lips turned down further - almost forming a sulky little pout.

“Rooster, baby… come on!” You giggled, and he furrowed his brows a little. “You’re not mad, are you?” You tried again as he stayed silent. He looked down, shaking his head, fiddling with his fingers as he avoided your gaze. The two of you had felt silly and had decided to do a little childish round of “never have I ever”, and seeing as Bradley’s mind was constantly in the gutter, he’d asked you a dirty question.

What he hadn’t expected was for you to take a long sip of your wine, a smirk blossoming on your lovely lips. He’d looked shocked, his jaw dropping before he started looking like a hurt little puppy.

“Oh god, you’re jealous, aren’t you?” You laughed in disbelief.

“Of fucking course I am!! You just told me you’d ridden someone’s face when you refuse to do it to me!” He whined, sulkily putting his chin in his hands, resting his elbows on his thighs.

“But you have such a pretty face baby, I don’t want to crush it!” You tried to keep a straight face, only letting a smile quiver on your lips.

“Do I not give good enough head?” He asked. Oh wow, he was actually hurt. You didn’t see that coming. “Of course not! It’s just that the last time I did that— well, it got a little out of hand” you tried to not go into too much details about your unfortunate trip to the ER with an ex.

“You’re not helping,” Rooster groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation, the veins in his thick neck tantalising you as he groaned.

“Baby, do you really want to know?” it was so ridiculous, the whole thing. Why couldn’t he be content with eating your pussy like a normal person would?! “Yes!” He exclaimed, startling you.

“Alright, if you have to know - the last time I rode someone’s face, it was so good - I came like 5 times and I got carried away and suddenly we heard a little crack, and she told me to get off cause her neck hurt, and she had to go to the ER okay. She got a fucking crack in her neck! From eating pussy!” you were gesticulating wildly, trying to make him see how absolutely ridiculous this whole conversation was.

Rooster blinked slowly at you, before he too broke down in roaring laughter, tears sliding down his cheeks as he reached for you, cradling you in his arms - where you felt his chest rumble and shake from laughter. You smiled, nuzzling your face into his neck, placing soft kisses all over the exposed, warm skin.

“You understand why I don’t wanna ruin this pretty neck now?” You joked, smiling against his throat.

Bradley groaned at the feeling of your lips on his neck, and he chuckled as he said “oh, god, but what a good way to go huh? Doing something you love,” looking up at him, you could see him smirk, his fingers tracing your bare arms lovingly.

You patted his chest consolingly, before saying “you give amazing head, Bradley, don’t you worry about that” you started to giggle, but it was cut short by the feeling of Roosters lips against your own neck, his right hand slipping into your lace underwear. “R-Roos…” you mumbled, hearing his mumbled ‘yes’ from where he was sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck.

“That feels so good,” you sighed, relaxing your body as it melded into his. His talented fingers had found your clit, where he lazily drew tiny circles, smirking when the first whine of yours were torn from your lips.

“Already so wet for me,” he mumbled, his fingers gliding down to tease your entrance. Your breath hitched as you felt two of his long fingers enter you, slowly pumping into you, curling slightly to hit that delicious spot inside you that nearly had you purring with pleasure for him.

“C’mon, baby girl. Please sit on my face?” Bradley murmured in your ear as his thumb ghosted over your clit, his other hand palming are one of your breasts, his fingers sporadically pinched and teased your nipple. God, he sounded so needy - something you hadn’t heard before, and it ignited something deep in your core. It made you let out a long moan, hearing him so desperate to have you riding his face. Words had momentarily escaped you, his fingers much too distracting to do anything but whimper and nod.

“That’s my good girl,” Bradley purred in your ear, helping you turn around, slowly hooking his fingers beneath your lace underwear, slowly dragging them down your thighs, looking at you with lustfilled eyes. “This will have to go too. Want to see those pretty titties bounce as you ride me.” He mumbled as he lifted your shirt up over your head.

He laid down, a smirk on his lips as he beckoned you closer with his two wet fingers. You whined softly at the sight and he chuckled “c’mere baby, I’ll take such good care of you,” he cooed and you immediately obeyed, gingerly placing your knees on either side of his face. Rooster let out a guttural groan “Fuck, so pretty,” his tongue licked a wide, long, stroke through your slit and you couldn’t help the moan that was drawn from your lips.

“C’mon, babe, make yourself comfortable…” Rooster mumbled as you hovered over his eager mouth. You gingerly lowered yourself onto his mouth, and Bradley moaned so loud you thought the neighbours might hear. His tongue danced over your clit momentarily, before it delved deep in to your core. You were panting, whining and moaning as he fucked you with his tongue, his nose and moustache deliciously dragging against your clit as he moved his mouth on you. His hands had come to rest on your thighs and ass, subtly encouraging you to rock against his working tongue, only intensifying your pleasure.

“Ohh, f-fuck Bradley” you cried out, your hand finally taking a hard grip on his hair. You heard Bradley groan beneath you as he managed to mumble out a strained “fuck yes,” you were now grinding your hips down on Bradley’s mouth fervently, whimpering as he sucked and licked at your wet core. You could feel your orgasm building rapidly, Roosters tongue turning you into a mess in record time.

“Oh god, Bradley, I’m gonna cum so hard on your face” you moaned loudly, leaning back a little to give him more space to fuck his talented tongue into you deeper and harder. Your high pitched moans and whimpers came more frequently as you chased your high “oh god, fuck, please cum all over me, pretty girl,” Rooster moaned just as he nudged your clit with his nose as you felt the tight coil deep in the pit of your core snap - a blinding orgasm racking your body, making you convulse slightly against Bradley’s mouth.

You were so out of it, riding him through your orgasm that you hadn’t heard or felt the guttural, deep moan that rumbled through Roosters chest as he saw and felt you cum on his tongue. As you caught your breath, you looked down worried

“Are you okay?” You eased up from him, sliding down his body so you were straddling his stomach instead.

“Baby… I’m so fucking good,” he looked slightly abashed. You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you climbed off of him. He bit his lower lip with a sheepish smile “I might’ve enjoyed that as much as you did,” he confessed, and as you looked down - you could see a large wet stain on his light coloured sweatpants.

“Oh god, you came from eating me out?!“ you almost moaned again. That was so fucking hot. He seemed embarrassed as he scratched the back of his neck, before he nodded. You moaned as you pounced on him again.

“Fuck, we’re doing that again,” you mumbled, tasting yourself on his lips.

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Home Sweet Home

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader(+ big sis Regina & Cady)

Warnings: coarse language, fluff, small make-out scene

Moving day. Read other parts: one / two / three / four

“That’s the last of it.” Janis dusted her hands off, “Now all that’s left is to unpack everything.”

“Thanks. For helping.” Regina says in her usual fashion.

“Eh, just doing what I can.” Janis shrugs, “Besides, I know your back’s been acting up lately.”

“God, y/n just had to say something?” Regina grumbled.

“I don’t want you to be in more pain, is that so bad?” You scoffed playfully. Regina cracked a smile, pulling you closer to her and squishing your face in her hands, “Nope. Thanks, baby.”

You laughed, pulling your face away from her grip. “Let me go.”

“Neverrrr.” She pinches your cheeks this time.

“I’m not a baby.” You huffed.

“Yes you are.” She says cheekily, eyebrows raised, “You’re my precious little—”

“Watch it.” You warned.

Janis chortled. “So…I’m to assume we don’t have food yet.”

“Yeah.” Regina confirmed, finally letting you free. “We should go do some grocery shopping.”

“Good, because I’m hungry.”

“Maybe we should go have lunch first then grocery shop.” Cady pointed out.

“You’re right.” Regina agrees, “Okay, let’s go. Suggestions? Really, nothing?”

“We passed a restaurant earlier when driving here. How about we just try that place?” Cady suggests.

“Alright then, that’s where we’re going.” Regina decided.

“If you fall, I’m not taking you to the hospital, ‘Imi’ike.” Regina scoffs, shoving her phone into her pockets.

“Relax.” Janis laughs.

Once Janis was properly walking on the pavement, you jumped onto her back. She reflexively held onto you. “Hey, babe.” She smiled.

“Oh, good God.” Regina complains.

“Oh, shut up.” Janis mocked.

“The store’s right ahead, are you going to be piggybacking her the whole time?”

“That depends.” Janis answered casually, “You want me to?”

You laughed, “No. I was just playing. Maybe I’ll let you do that again later.”

“Be my guest, honey.” She puts you down, the four of you walk into the grocery store. Cady grabs a cart.

“Keep an eye on your ‘honey’.” Regina teased, “Make sure she doesn’t grab anything that she’s allergic to because trust me, that girl does not care.”

“Way ahead of you.” Janis stifles a laugh, quickly catching up with you while you wandered the aisles. “I was fine when I ate this last time.”

“Put that back.” Janis sighs, “I’m not risking anything here. Allergies are tricky, sometimes you’d be okay, other times a little bit itchy and then there would also be times where you literally cannot breathe. I don’t want that.”

You set the item down and moved on. “There. Cashew butter. Not a trace of peanuts in it, can I put this in there?”

“Yes. Yes, you can.” Janis nodded.

“It’s such a weird feeling watching her grow up and going through those milestones.” Regina admits quietly.

“I bet.” Cady shrugs, “They’re great together, though.”

“For sure.” Regina agrees, “Still weirds me out that Janis is nice to me too so that’s…yeah.”

“She’s always been nice. To me at least.” Cady couldn’t help but laugh a bit, “For you, that’s a different story. But I’m glad you two talked things out.”

Regina sighs, “Can you believe we live on our own now, I mean, holy shit.”

“I absolutely can, you’re doing what’s best for you and y/n and that’s amazing.” Cady beamed.

“You’re too nice to me.”

Cady squints at the blonde, “I’m not just being nice, Gina. I’m being honest and I love you, you’re my girlfriend.”

“Sometimes I just…can’t believe.”

“Well, you better believe it.” Cady jokes, “Hey, you want this?”

“Yes— Oh, shoot! I didn’t make a list.” Regina huffs, annoyed.

“That’s fine, we know what you guys usually eat and have in your fridge and pantry anyway.” Cady assured, “Don’t stress yourself out.”

“My fucking god why are they running around the store like toddlers?!” Regina watched the sight in disbelief. “Janis is a bad influence.”

Cady bites back a laugh, “I’ll go stop them. And, she’s not that bad. In fact I think she’s been doing a great job at getting y/n out of her shell!”

“Cady, please go ask them to stop running around before they break something.” Regina pleads.

“Right.” Cady rushes to locate you and Janis, successfully carrying out her task. “From now on, the four of us, walk together.”

“y/n, go pick your bread.” Regina requested, pinching her temple.

You ignore her.

“Come on, don’t be a baby.” She nudges you. “Fine, I’m just gonna get whatever I want and you can suck it up and eat it.”

“I don’t have anything I want.” You shrug, “Go ahead.”

There it was, those random little moments of low moods. It’s been happening a bunch since the whole argument Regina had with June. You didn’t exactly know why, or what was going on. But deep down, you missed your mother and wished things were different. You just couldn’t get that out to Regina or anyone because life was so much better now, but you missed the good memories you had with your mom after all.

Regina looks at Cady, helpless. “You wanna go look at some candy?” Janis suggested to you, hands on your shoulders forcing you to look up at her, “Or snacks? I’m sure they’ll be okay with you getting as much as you want.”

“Yeah, come on, let’s go get some snacks, okay?” Regina quips.

————

Upon returning to the apartment, the four of you unpacked everything into the pantry and fridge. Next was decorating the place, which got done pretty quickly with four pairs of hands on the task. The place came furnished with basically everything so that helped cut down on having to spend on furniture. At least for a while until they got significant use. “You wanna talk about it?” Regina caught you alone while Janis was on the phone with her Dad and Cady went to pick Damian up — he was coming over for dinner.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“y/n, you know you shouldn’t bottle things up.”

You took in a sharp breath, sighing. “I know this is for the better but I still— I still miss the good times we had with Mom. And Dad, sometimes. So I get sad, and I’ve been sad and that sucks but I have to focus on what’s in front of me instead of…the past.”

“I get that, y/n. That’s normal, because our whole life is just…memories. I just wished that you had talked to me or anyone so that you weren’t feeling like that alone. I get that we all have school and assignments and projects, but still— you can talk to us anytime.”

Janis re-emerges from your room(it was technically also hers because she was going to be here all the time anyway). “Okay. My Dad’s all good with me staying here for tonight— though he said he would want to come over for dinner some time.” Janis laughs, plopping down beside you.

“I mean, really, he can come over any time.” Regina smirked, as per usual, “he’s no stranger.”

Janis shrugs, “Say that loud enough and he just might hear you.”

Regina lets out an exhale in amusement, standing up from her seat on the couch, “Okay, I’m just gonna make something quick for dinner. Spaghetti bolognese. Objections?”

You and Janis shrug, she pulls you onto her lap. “If you start making out on the couch, I’m gonna put you two on separate ends of the room.” Regina warned.

“Really?” Janis asked playfully.

“‘Imi’ike I will literally lift you up and put you away from my sister if I have to.” Regina scoffs.

“Relax, dude.” Janis’ brows knot together, facial expression seemingly offended.

“It’s not like we haven’t kissed before, you know?” You mentioned while standing up to stretch.

“Where you going?” Regina asks, hearing your footsteps depart the living area.

“My room?” You stopped walking but shot Janis a look. The girl practically jumped up in her seat and followed behind you. “Real subtle.” Regina watched with wide eyes.

“Regina, I’m very sleepy.” You sigh, “I will leave my door open, alright? I know the rules.”

Regina stopped messing with you, gaze softening, “Okay. I’m sorry, we had a long day and it didn’t occur to me that you would’ve tired. Go rest, we’ll wake you up with dinner’s ready.”

You sat down on your bed but soon dove forward and just slid and was face first in your mattress while you laid on your stomach. “Hey, you good?”

“Why am I so sleepy? It’s not even dinnertime.” You grumbled. She lays down next to you, on her side, carefully brushing the hair out of your face. “We were out for a majority of the day, babe.” She pointed out, “That’s pretty normal.”

“My back hurts.” You mumbled, “And my head. But I’ve been trying my best to drink more water.”

Janis hums as though in thought, “Could be your period or something.”

“Ugh.” You groaned, “I hate that.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” She asks softly, “My God, lifting those boxes earlier must’ve killed your back.”

“It’s not that bad.” You answered, rolling over to face her directly. You saw the concern in her gaze, and your heart melted. “I’m fine, Janis.”

“Yeah, but—” Janis said, but abruptly stopped. Her hand brushing through your hair also stopped its motion, ending up cupping your cheek. God she was just looking right into your eyes…

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you rolled over onto your back to avoid her eye contact. “Honey.” She chuckles, amused.

“What?” You ask, stifling a laugh.

“Can I give you…a kiss?” Janis asks.

“What?” You giggled, mostly at her tone. The girl was a little bit silly sometimes, it made you laugh. Also, sometimes she does it on purpose knowing you would laugh.

Her hand returns to your cheek, guiding your face and the rest of your body to turn and look at her again. “Can I give you a kiss?” She repeated her question, voice low but her tone was gentle. Your eyes wandered over to her lips, god you wanted to kiss her so bad right now, wanting to feel them against your own. It’s been awhile…

“Yes.” You gave into the urge. That was all it took for her to press her lips to yours. Your heart swelled, a smile forming on your face. You could feel the same thing happening to Janis. And what caught you a little off guard was the fact that she so smoothly was able to straddle you. Your eyes opened and saw her looking down at you lovingly, her hand caressing your cheek.

Yes, the door was wide open but neither of you paid any mind to it in the moment.

Seeing that playful glint in her eyes, your heart raced a little bit. Then you felt it, that rush of heat and irresistible desire to kiss her more. “Can I kiss you?” You asked meekly, “Again?”

“Hell yes.” Janis chuckles huskily, leaning down to let you capture her lips into your own. She had a little fun to let you take the lead a bit, but she soon took the control again and deepened the kiss.

A short while later, she pulls away to catch her breath with the biggest smile on her face. It made you smile, feeling all giddy. The longer she looked at you, the more you couldn’t hold back your laughter giggling. Janis climbs off of you, laying next to you once again. “I love you.” You declared.

The girl was grinning, “Aww. I love you too.”

“I’m watching you.” Regina announced her presence, leaning against your doorway.

“Ew.” Janis squinted, “How long have you been standing there?”

“I just got here.” Regina smirked, “Why, should I have been here for longer?”

“Oh, no, no.” You stopped her before she said anything else.

“Yeah, real assuring, y/n.” She teased you, “Kissing with the door open?”

Janis snorted, you smacked her on the arm playfully.

Regina glares at you both, “Excuse me?”

You looked your sister directly in the eye, wiggling your brows, “Home sweet home.”

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