#a kat request got out of hand as usual

[ya-ya-sestrahood]

Krystal and Sarah, E. :)

Krystal + Sarah (featuring Sarah/Rachel and Krystal/MK) - Sharing a drink (set in Kat's rock band AU)

Sarah steps out of the elevator and saunters toward the hotel bar. The pre-show drink hasn’t been a strict necessity for her in years, but it would be a shame not to at least stop by and say hello. She briefly considers the possibility that the woman she’s looking for might not be working tonight or might not even work here at all anymore, but somehow, she just knows. When she turns the corner and spots her behind the counter, it feels like coming home.

“Hey, Krystal,” she says, slipping into the seat in front of her. “Y’alright?”

Krystal’s eyes flick up to meet hers.

“Do I know you?” she asks.

“Cute,” Sarah laughs. “This because I didn’t come to see you last time?”

Krystal shrugs a shoulder.

“Maybe.”

“Yeah… sorry,” Sarah says, swallowing. “Things with Rachel were a bloody mess. I know you were at the show that night.”

Krystal nods.

“It sucked.”

“It was shite,” Sarah agrees. “Guess that’s why you don’t shag your bandmate.”

Krystal sighs, turning and grabbing a bottle. In a blink, she’s sliding a bourbon across the table.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Sarah gratefully grabs the glass and takes a swig.

“Only if you’re drinking too,” she says.

The corner of Krystal’s lip curls upward.

“I’m working,” she says.

“I’m buying,” Sarah says.

Krystal grins.

“You win.” 

Sarah then watches in awe as Krystal begins throwing together the most elaborate cocktail she’s ever seen. She flits between shelves, her hands moving with blistering efficiency, and somehow, an effortless grace. Sarah feels her heart start to beat faster. She curses herself under her breath.

The final product consists of all the colors of a sunset in one glass. Sarah could swear it gives off its own light.

“The hell’s that?” she says.

Krystal raises her glass and clinks it against Sarah’s.

“It’s $75.”

“We’re doin’ better now, but she’s not always easy. I’m not always easy. Sometimes, I just… I feel like I’m countin’ the days ‘til it falls apart again.”

Sarah draws in a breath, runs her fingers through her hair. God, she does not want to cry right now. Krystal places a hand over hers. Her eyes are kind.

“Sorry,” Sarah says. “You don’t need to hear about my problems. You doin’ alright? How’s Veera?”

“I’m good. She’s good,” Krystal says, her eyes lighting up at the mention of her partner. “She can’t wait to see you tonight.”

“You’re bloody lucky, y’know,” Sarah says into her drink. “The way you two are with each other. You make it look so easy.”

“Please,” Krystal laughs. “You think it’s been easy? Have you seen us? We’re like, totally different people. We don’t think the same, you know? We used to hurt each other a lot. We still do sometimes. We’re still figuring it out.”

She pauses, taking in a shaky breath.

“But I love her. I love her mind, and I love her laugh, and I love her smooshy little face. If I didn’t have her, I’d just… die. And I can tell you and Rachel are the same. It’s like, super obvious.”

“I know,” Sarah mutters. “I’m not used to it. Before her, whenever things got hard, I’d be gone.”

“But she’s worth it, right?” Krystal says, a knowing smile on her face.

“She damn well better be,” Sarah says. “I’m not havin’ you two show us up.”

Krystal grins. She leans forward and drapes her hand over her glass, revealing a thin band on her ring finger.

“Oopsie.”

“Oh,” Sarah says. “Fuckin’ hell.”

“Yeah,” Krystal says. “Fucking hell.”

“That’s… that’s amazin’. I’m happy for you, Krystal. Both of you.”

“I mean, duh,” Krystal says with an excited squeal. “We’re pretty cute.”

Sarah rolls her eyes, but she can’t keep the smile off her face.

“Hey, cheers,” she says, raising her glass. “To you and Veera.”

Krystal happily accepts the toast.

“We wanted you at the wedding, you know,” she says. “But like, how do you even get in touch with the Sarah Manning?”

“Seriously? Why would you want me there?” Sarah asks, confused. “Didn’t know you were that big a fan.”

Krystal stares back at her for a moment, frozen in disbelief.

“We’re friends, dummy. Didn’t you notice?”

The revelation hits like a kick to the chest. Every time she lost track of time at the hotel bar and was late for soundcheck, every afterparty spent at the back of a busy club, whisper-shouting to each other until the sun came up, the fact that she could name half a dozen cities with better venues and livelier crowds, and yet this was always the tour stop she looked forward to most.

And goddammit, now she really is crying.

“Aw, babes…” Krystal says softly, taking Sarah’s hand in hers.

“Shit, sorry,” Sarah mutters, desperately wiping her tears. “It’s embarrassin’, but I’ve got the band and… that’s it. Dunno how to do friends.”

“Well, lucky for you I’m like, the best friend ever,” Krystal chirps. She pulls out her phone. “Gimme your number.”

Sarah hesitates for just a moment before doing so.

“Y’know, there’s a million women out there who’d kill you for that number,” she says.

“Yeah, yeah, international sex symbol,” Krystal teases. “I’m soooo impressed. Don’t you have to be somewhere anyway?”

“Shit,” Sarah says, scrambling to pull her phone out. Four missed calls.

“Go on,” Krystal says, snickering. “You can pay me back after the show.”

“I love you, you know that?” Sarah says.

“Obvs.”

She’s halfway through the lobby when her phone buzzes with a text from an unknown number.

> Play drive tonight or I’ll beat your ass

[queenpiranhadon]

HII you commented on my post :’) 🎀

can I request pro hero bakugou x pro hero reader where reader usually pick up their kid(s) from daycare alone since BK is busy and usually gets home late:( and that kinda made their kid(s) upset and ignore their dad at home and cry really loud in front of reader secretly. So like reader came up with an idea to surprise the kid(s) and told BK to change his schedule or else reader will whoop his ass. So like the next day BK and reader went to daycare together and instead of reader standing behind the glass door it’s BK and that made their kid(s) go crazy and jumpy 🥺 thank you 💗

Idk I was watching this reel and got a lil inspired ~ https://www.instagram.com/jaxon.trevor/reel/CsTuZLUofpg/?igsh=MTNuZHY3ZDEwMnNoZA==

A/N: HIII SORRY THIS TOOK ME A WHILE AHAHAH BUT I LOVED WRITING THIS IT WAS SO CUTEEE Here's the masterlist!

Warning(s): Mild cursing, f!reader, your kids love you, pre-established relationship (you two are married), you have twins, Katsuki loves you, just fluffy fluff with like the mildest angst if you squint really hard.

Pairing(s): Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

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It's late. You were in the kitchen, cleaning up from dinner, as your husband finally relaxes in your shared bedroom after a long patrol. It was always like this, Katsuki getting home late, and you were left to take care of your two children in the meantime.

You didn't blame him, of course, you knew how hard he worked, given that he was the number 2 pro hero and with that came a lot of responsibilities. You yourself were number 5, which meant you also had a lot of missions, but thankfully since you ran your own agency, you could manage your schedules easier to be able to pick up your kids from daycare every day.

However, your twins, Kasumi and Akio, weren't as understanding as you were when it came to your husband's attendance at home.

You understood their pain, but tried to keep an open mind for the sake of your family. However, after a two month long mission that Katsuki was sent on, he had consequently missed your birthday, something that might've upset you slightly, but you didn't think it was a big deal.

The twins, however did. They were furious at this point, sobbing as they clung onto your shirt, snot and tears soaking the fabric, but you didn't mind, rubbing their backs comfortingly. You thought it was sweet, how much they cared, but they little voice in the back of your head agreed with them, if only a little. Katsuki was never at home anymore, and to be honest, you missed him.

When he came back, you welcomed him with open arms, but the twins had just peaked their heads out of their rooms before retreating back, as if this was a normal occurrence.

You sigh, and look back at Katsuki, who had a heartbroken expression on his face.

Grabbing his hand, you lead him to your shared bedroom, squeezing his hand softly and getting ready for bed.

Katsuki gets changed but only sits on the bed, and you lie down next to him.

"What's on your mind, love?"

He grunts and looks away, conflicted before looking back at you.

"Do...do the twins hate me?" he mutters, and you frown softly.

"No...they don't hate you Kats, they just...wish you were around more."

Your husband frowns, and you can see the guilt swimming in the depths of his vermillion eyes.

"Maybe you can pick them up from daycare tomorrow?" You suggest, as Katsuki still hasn't said a word.

Katsuki frowns. "But my schedule-"

"Katsuki Bakugou if you do not pick up your children from school tomorrow then I'm sleeping on the couch for a month." You retort back before he can finish.

Your husband's eyes widen, realizing that you've got him stuck. If it really came down to it, he would gladly sleep on the couch if you wanted him to - but you knew he loved you too much to subject you to the same fate.

"Damn it, fine. Don't you dare threaten me like that again, woman." he grumbles and you smile up at him victoriously.

"Awww you love me." you coo, and you kiss his arm softly before tugging him gently to join you under the covers.

Katsuki watches you drift away to sleep, cheek half smushed against his bare chest and he can't help the dorky smile that stretched across his face.

He loved you so, so much. More than you would ever know.

Encircling his strong arms around you, he hold you close, making a mental note to take you out for a nice date tomorrow as well, before drifting off to sleep as well.

When he wakes, you're gone, with a note on the fridge that says that you left to drop the kids off and that you'd be back after work. He chuckles, and decides to clean up the house in the meantime.

He can't remember the last time he had a day off, it felt weird, to be honest. He felt restless, and so he did everything and anything to keep himself occupied while taking a majority of the burden you had off your shoulders.

Once the house was clean, he rifled through your closet, picking out the sundress he loved - accentuating your curves while the color brought out everything he loved about you, which was well, everything.

When you return home, Katsuki's getting changed into some nice clothes, surprising you as he tells you to go shower and get ready while he picks up the kids.

You're most definitely surprised, wondering where all of this is coming from, but you can't say you're upset about him, giggling softly and deciding to play along, feeling your heart warm as you hear the car door shut.

Katsuki parks the car in the parking lot, and approaches the building, giddy but slightly nervous at the same time. What if the kids still hated him? Would he be able to make things better?

However all his worried disappeared the moment he saw his kids' overjoyed faces at seeing him.

Their eyes brighten and they scream excitedly, bolting towards him with speed that was almost inhuman, tackling him and almost knocking him down.

"DADDY!!!!!" Kasumi squealing, leaping up and attaching herself to his leg.

Akio looks up at him, agape. "You-you're actually here?!"

Katsuki chuckles and ruffles his son's hair lovingly."Yeah, I am, bud. M'sorry I couldn't pick ya up sooner...Ya know how hero work is."

The kids nod, hugging him tightly as his hefts them up to sit on either of his hips.

"C'mon you two. We're gonna go surprise yer mama when he get home, got it? We'll take out her somewhere nice."

The twins look at each other micheviously and nod vigorously. "Daddy's in looooove" they sing, giggling uncontrollably.

Katsuki chuckles and can't help but feel his heart flutter at the thought of you.

"Yeah, Daddy's in love all right."

[miniimight]

Hellooo! Could you please write for the boys where the reader is sick but doesn't tell them bcs she doesn't wanna bother them?? I love your your blog sm 💙💙

HIDING YOUR SICKNESS ! reader doesn't wanna bother her boyfriend

with izuku, bakugo, rody + fem!reader (pro hero era)

notes thanks for the request anon !!

you: hey i don't think i can make our date tonight... i'm sorry, something came up

he frowned when he got the text. he pinched the bridge of his nose and his overthinking kicked in. you'd been distancing yourself a lot recently... between you spending all your time at someone else's place, having to postpone dates, and his hero work, you barely got to see each other.

he was worried. he pressed the call button and waited for you to pick up.

IZUKU

"hello? y/n?"

you folded from the concern in his voice. he was always going to be worried about you, no matter what you tried to do.

"izuku..." you rasped and you could tell he was taken aback.

"what's wrong, honey?" he said softly. "you don't sound too good..."

you bit your lip. oh, what the hell. he was going to find out anyway. "i'm just a little sick, that's all. i can handle—"

"sick?!" izuku exclaimed and you shied away from his volume. "my love, you should have told me."

"no, it's really okay—"

"how long have you felt this way? is this why you've been postponing our dates? where are you right now?" he ignored your protests and rambled on with more questions for a bit. you weakly answered them all.

"okay, sweetheart, i'm on my way." you could hear him huffing as you assumed he leapt across rooftops. "stay on call..."

a burden was lifted off your shoulders, and the relief made you fall asleep right then and there.

later—though how much later, you didn't know—you blinked the sleep out of your eyes. groaning, you stretched your arms and propped your body up with your elbows.

"oh, you're awake. lay down, love."

you tuned into izuku's voice, squinting through your daze. he was sitting at your bedside, a wet rag in his hand. he shushed you when you tried to ask him all your questions, gently laying the rag across your forehead and kissing your heated cheek.

"you had a fever, honey." izuku hummed, pulling the chair closer to the bed and leaning over the side. "you shouldn't have been under all those stuffy blankets."

you frowned and looked around. the windows were open, the curtains flowing as fresh air filtered in. it was true, you did feel a little less suffocated.

you pursed your lips, feeling guilty. "i'm sorry."

he was absolutely bewildered. "what could you possibly be sorry for?"

you sniffed, rubbing your eyes. "you were at work, right? and..."

izuku softened, stroking your temples with understanding. "it's never an issue for me to take care of you, love. don't be sad. just relax and let me handle everything, okay? i'm here now, to take care of you."

BAKUGO

"where are you and why have you been avoiding my calls?"

you pressed your lips into a thin line. straight to the point, as usual. "i'm... i'm staying at a friend's for the time being." you tried to speak evenly, without any tiredness.

you heard bakugo sigh deeply. "what's the matter, baby? and don't think about hidin' anything from me."

you groaned internally, letting your head drop against the mattress. you mumbled.

"what was that?"

you flared up, heat overwhelming your body. "i'm sick! okay?! i'm so sick right now."

he didn't respond.

you sighed. "i didn't want you to catch anything or worry about it. i can handle it and i'll be back in no time."

he scoffed. "fuck that. i'm coming to get you."

"kat, really—?!"

"yes, really!" you heard faint explosions in the background. "seriously, thinking you can recover on your own when you can't even speak properly." he chuckled.

you wanted to retort, but your throat burned. hmph, you thought. you let yourself drift asleep, feeling comforted.

later, you woke up in his bed to the sound of clanking pots in the kitchen. brows furrowed, you groaned as you stretched, your body buzzing after you let yourself drop into the plush mattress once more.

bakugo peeked into the room. "you're up. good. you need to eat." with an apron on, he placed an assortment of dishes in front of you; soup, fruits, and some cough drops for later.

you sat up a little, startled when his hand pressed against your forehead.

"you have a fever." he shook his head, disappointed. "you probably made it a little worse, isolating yourself under all those sheets. you were overheated when i got you."

you pouted, taking a sip of water.

he craned his neck to meet your eyes, thinking you'd be relieved being home and in his care. you clearly had something on your mind. "baby..." he held your hand. "jus' tell me what's on your mind."

you met his eyes briefly before looking away. "i... didn't want you to miss work for this."

"this matters more than paperwork." he rolled his eyes, a soft smile on his face. he squeezed your hands. "just eat up and rest up. i'll handle everything else."

RODY

"y/n?"

"nope!" his little sister, lala, chirped. "it's me!"

during his last layover, he hadn't been getting much of a response from you. he trusted you with everything, but he was worried. now that he was back in otheon, he was ready to figure out what the hell was going on.

he chuckled at his sister. you must've given her your phone to play her favorite game. "hey, lala. where's y/n, do you know?"

"she's sleeping now." rody could hear her breathing as she pattered over to where he assumed you were laying down. "sleeping like a log."

"yeah?" rody responded, deep in thought. it wasn't like you to sleep while looking after his siblings, so he knew something was wrong. "what was she doing before she fell asleep?"

"uhhh... she made lunch for us?" lala sniffed. "i feel bad, though."

rody's eyebrows creased, tugging a suitcase behind him as he unconsciously walked faster. "why's that?"

"she's got a mask on, and she doesn't want us too close to her..." lala sighed. "and she's burning up."

rody put the pieces together. he raced to the carpark and zoomed on home, bursting through the door.

the loud noise startled you out of your slumber, sitting upright. the abrupt motion made you dizzy and you groaned. lala pat your shoulder, concerned.

rody dropped his suitcase to the ground, kneeling at your side. slipping off his gloves, he pressed his hand to the side of your neck.

"seriously, babe, you should've told me when you started feeling off." he frowned, bustling about to grab you the things you needed. "i could've left any time."

your eyes were glassy when you looked at him, and he felt his heart twisting. "m'sorry," you mumbled from behind the mask. "i didn't want to bother you..."

he scoffed and pulled the mask off your face, squishing your cheeks. he looked you square in the eye. though he was scolding you, he was so soft and gently. "you never bother me. all i think about is you, lala, and roro. i want to know everything you're feeling, no matter what."

you smiled, looking lopsided as your face was still in his hands. "okay."

he grinned and kissed you.

"ugh!" you recoiled, scooching away from him. "rody! you'll get sick!"

he crossed his arms, smiling. "and? we can be in that boat together."

you rolled your eyes. "oh my god."

"aw, don't be like that, baby." rody cuddled up next to you, peppering you with affection. "come on, let me take care of you."

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[star1ight0]

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader "Let me, you idiot"

Time: 11:22pm and I have a fever of 100.4 so I'm writing. If you are sick, rest, eat light, drink water, teme meds if you can! Always prioritize your health!! Requests are open

Slight trigger warning for: passing out

You woke up feeling like you had been hit by a bus and your phone buzzing on the pillow next to you. 2 miss calls and 4 text. From katsuki and 5 from your mom.

You called back your mom first only to be greeted by screaming asking why you weren't checked into school yet. Before you even thought of anything to say to here you felt a wave come over you lean down throwing up in the trash can next to your bed. you lean back over hanging up without saying a word to your mom. And text Katsuki you'd be late and you just overslept.

It was probably just you overusing your quirk again right? It had to be.

After a few painful minutes of getting ready, you walk into class not even bothering to apologize just slumming down into your slumming desk and placing your head down. Luckily for you your teacher was also late per usual. You hear Iida attempting to lecture you but before you could process anything your mind went blank as you put your head down on the desk.

You wake up to a hand lightly shaking you. Picking your head up, rubbing your eyes you see Katsuki "Damn you look like shit. Are you sure you should be here? " You roll your eyes standing up, feeling a wave of dizziness you grab the table for balance, holding yourself upright until it leaves. "Woah the hell happened" you look over at him saying nothing grabbing his hand and walk to you next class.

Training came around and the soup you had for lunch seemed to help a bit but you still felt shitty and like it was only getting worse. Pushing through you walked up to Katsuki pulling on his shirt feeling your body become unsteady.

He turns around seeing your unsteady form and grabs your shoulders. You feel your eyes get heavy and faintly hear the sound of Katsuki urging you to keep your eyes open.

When you wake up you are in Recovery Girls office with a towel over your forehead and your boyfriend on his phone next to you. "Katsu?" You mumble attempting to get up but ultimately laying back down because of the headache. "Dummy, you shouldn't have come if you felt this bad" you look up at him seeing the worry plastered around his face. "I thought it was gonna go away" you say shifting towards him. "Well it didn't and it got worse. You're going back to the dorms to rest idiot." Before you can protest he's picking you up and carrying you out of the room "katsu- put me down!" You say squirming around "absolutely not you'll fall over because of how weak your body is"

When you get back to the dorms and into your room Katsuki places you down on the bed leaving the room for a few minutes. When he returns he has a tray with a cup of medicine bowl and vitamin water. "Eat as much as you can but take all the medicine brat. " He says folding his arms looking away. You can still see a bit of worry on his face.

"Sorry if I.. Scared you. Kat"

"it's whatever just take care of yourself idiot.

This was shorter than I wanted but I had an idea and decided to finish this before starting another one!

[berberriescorner]

pregnant sexs w rio

I had to sit and think of which direction I wanted to take this in. Whew, chileee! Way too many scenarios are playing in my mind. This man😩😍!

I'm going to keep it a stack with y'all. This turned into a whole-ass fic.

Sit back, buckle up, and prep yourself for the trip my imagination's about to take you on♥️. Love, comments, and reblogs are appreciated, lovelies💞.

A/N: Sexual frustration and prolonged foreplay ahead. If that's not your vibe. You may want to skip out on this one. A couple of twists and flips here and there. I hope you lovelies enjoy what I did with this♥️. Just a heads up, I really got into this one, so it's going to be pretty lengthy. Worked on it for a while. Even made a damn mood board...I couldn't resist.

One More Note: A polite, gentle reminder that I don't usually take requests. If you float something in my ask that I just can't resist. I will give in here and there. In other words, if you don't get a response, please don't take it personally.

If you missed any other ask about dad!rio or hubby!rio, they're all listed on my Masterlist under Rio Asks/Headcanons (in order). Enjoy my lovelies! Feel free to love, comment, and share🥰.

Song Inspo💜:

"Let's Go Little Kitty-Kat"

Livid. Irritable. Restless. Each one of these words perfectly describes your current mood. The kids had begged to spend their spring break with Rio’s grandmother. Marcus was spending his time off with her, and his siblings loved to follow big brother’s every move. You weren’t surprised that they wanted to be wherever he was. It didn’t hurt that their great-grandmother spoiled them rotten and gave them whatever their hearts desired. Even your sweet baby boy left his momma in the dust. That wasn’t the reason for your foul mood (though being in this big, empty house didn’t help).

You were angrily resting on the couch, a permanent pout etched on your face. You huffed loudly as your husband’s voice sounded on the other end of the phone call.

“So, you’re not going to say anything?”

 Silence.

“Mama,” he sighed. 

You were willing to bet any amount of money that Rio’s hand was running down his face right now. Were you overreacting? Possibly. Maybe even being a bit unreasonable? Probably so. Did you give a damn? Not at all. Blame it on the hormones.

“Let me make sure I’ve got this right. You’re pissed off–again? That’s two days in a row, mama. I’ve still yet to figure out the reason behind yesterday's bad attitude. Normally, I don’t let that shit slide, but I understand you’re emo-.”

“Call me emotional one more time, Rio.”

“And you’re going to do what, darlin’,” he questioned, voice laced with a hint of warning. Rio chuckled sarcastically, “I got a lot going on right now. Call me back when you’re ready to talk like an adult. Ready to get back on your grown woman shit.”

“Whatever, Christopher. You called me. Nobody wanted to talk to your dusty ass anyway. Get off my line,” with that, you both hung up on one another, more irritated than before the call.

You knew your behavior was coming off as petty, but too much pent-up frustration kept you from acting like a rational human being. You rolled your eyes so hard they nearly got stuck as you recalled yesterday's events.

You lay awake in bed, your body vibrating with lust. The day had dragged by slowly as your need for Rio grew more and more. You changed positions so many times your head scarf came undone.

“If I can just manage to wait up at least another hour. Maybe Rio will get here soon enough to put my ass to bed.”

Nope. The tiny human growing in your womb pulled you into a deep slumber. 

By the time Rio reached the threshold of your master bedroom. You were snuggled deep into the covers with pillows surrounding you. His shoulders lowered with a hint of disappointment. Rio knew you wanted him home, even if you hadn't said the words aloud. He could sense the attitude and frustration in your voice when he called to tell you not to wait up. Rio had tried his hardest to get home hours ago, but with every attempt at leaving came more matters that required his attention. He lowered himself to your sleeping form. Adjusting your scarf so it wouldn’t slip off, Rio softly pecked your nose and cheek. After a quick shower, he carefully climbed into his side of the bed, gently pulling two of the many pillows from behind your back. It took some effort, but he managed to cuddle up to you and delicately pull you into him. You stirred for a few moments but quickly fell back into a deep sleep. Your husband watched, smirking at the light snores you released.

“Night, Mama. Love you,” he whispered, kissing your neck.

The following morning, you woke up. Still horny as hell. You rolled over to find his side of the bed empty. He had been there. Rio’s side of the bed looked slept in. Your head turned in the direction of your en suite. Not a peep sounded. He wasn’t in there.

Maybe he’s downstairs. I should fix him something before he heads out. Perhaps he could eat me for breakfast. These freaking pregnancy hormones are out of control. Every waking moment, I feel like swallowing this man whole. When I’m not hungry, I’m horny. When I’m not fiending for my husband, I want to eat everything in sight. Fucking Rio. The dick just doesn’t miss. He shoots the club up every.single.time.

You smiled at your small bump, rubbing soft circles at the sides. Honestly, you didn’t mind being pregnant for the fifth time, but for your sanity (and the kids), this would be your last. If Rio wanted more babies, he had better find a damn good surrogate. Mama’s tired.

Does this man not realize he’ll have to pay for three, possibly four, weddings? Who am I kidding? In his mind, Rio probably believes he’ll be able to chase off any and every potential love interest. He’s in for a rude awakening. My dad didn’t like his ass at first. I have a (legally) pistol-toting father as well. That didn’t stop shit. Now look at us: marriage and a gang of children.

Pregnancy turned you into an impatient woman. When you wanted something, there was no convincing you different. 

In your thoughts, the bedroom door crept open. Rio’s head peeked inside. He noticed you sitting on the side of the bed and stepped into the room. He swaggered over to you, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. His voice was low, and restlessness lingered in his tone.

“Morning, Mama. You sleep alright,” he asked as his fingers took hold of your chin, tilting your head back for a kiss. His rough, calloused fingers danced along your jawline, trailing low enough to graze the outside of your breast. He smiled as you gasped against his lips.

The kiss started sweet, turning into hunger in mere seconds. You tried tugging your husband down onto the bed. Rio pulled back, pecking your lips a few times, before standing upright, hand slowly stroking the inner part of your thigh. With just a few inches, he would've been dangerously close to where you wanted him most. 

“I had to come to kiss my beautiful wife before heading out. I need to slide, mama. I’ve got a lot on my plate today. It's going to be hectic, and shit might get active. I ordered you some breakfast. It’ll be here soon. I’ll probably get in late tonight. Don’t wait up for me. Make sure you and my baby get some rest. Love you,” he said, kissing you again.

“Love you too, Papa,” you exhaled.

You watched him leave and groaned with irritation. 

It would be two nights in a row that he’d be coming in late at night. That typically wouldn’t be an issue. You had grown used to it throughout the years. The only time it became a problem was when you were in your current state: knocked up, horny, and hormonal. It was just something that switched in your brain during these times. You wanted all Rio’s attention. The need to have him buried deep inside you was high, and you couldn’t quite get your fill of him.

Several attempts to distract yourself throughout the day had failed miserably. No matter what you did, your thoughts always redirected themselves back to Rio and sex. You made one last effort to ignore the constant need to devour your husband. Turning Apple Music on shuffle, you opened a magazine and thumbed through it. Unfortunately, the universe wasn't on your side. Every song was more explicit than the previous one. A frustrated sigh fell from your lips as you shut the music off.

Enough is enough. Hubby won’t come to me, but rest assured I can go to him.

You padded to your bedroom closet, looking for a sexy little number. Slipping on a pair of Steve Madden heels, you snatched up your car keys. You set forth on a journey to Rio. Bringing him lunch would be your excuse for showing up unannounced. That reason, however, wasn't enough to prevent the lecture you received from an overprotective husband, Rio. As if that wasn’t enough, you also caught shit from your meddlesome bodyguard/homie, Mick. He escorted you into the warehouse when you arrived.

“Boss lady, you know you’re not supposed to be here,” he instigated.

“Mick, hush. I can bring my husband some lunch. Chill on me.”

“Alright, but you already know. The boss won’t be happy you're out, running around for him.”

“I went to get him some takeout. I didn’t even get out of the car. It was a curbside pickup.”

You were about to continue the debate when Rio’s voice sounded behind you.

“Mama.”

How could one little word send your body into a frenzy? You could sense both curiosity and a little anger in his tone. Mick stood there smirking at you. He knew what was about to go down. It was one thing for you to be out and about with no security detail. That was enough to put you in hot water. The fact that you were pregnant pushed his disappointment to another level.

“Mick, that thing we were about to take care of? Start without me. I need a few moments with my wife.”

He nodded in agreement, giving you a ‘good luck’ smirk on his way out. You turned your attention to Rio after the door closed. His jaw ticked as he shook his head in disbelief.

“What did I tell you about leaving the house with no security detail? You’re supposed to be at home relaxing. What are you even doing out and about? I specifically told you I’d be busy today. You know that’s code for business dealings. Your ass shouldn’t be anywhere near this warehouse right now.”

“I just wanted to bring you lunch, Papa. I needed to see that handsome face,” you replied in your best baby voice.

“Nah, that little voice and smile ain’t cutting it right now. Why are you so damn hardheaded?”

Now you were starting to get a little pissed. It was understandable that Rio was always concerned for your safety, but what choice did you have? Several, you had several. It just couldn’t wait. Yes, you were slightly irritated by his reaction, but the ache in your core grew even more being in his presence. The scent of his cologne wafted through the air. With just one sniff, you could feel your nipples harden.

These hormones are so out of control. I need this man to wreck my shit. The sooner, the better.

Taking a deep breath, you attempted to plead your case.

“But baby-”

“Listen. I’m too busy to have this argument with you right now.”

Rio closed the distance between you and placed his hands on either side of your face. He angrily sighed and pecked your lips.

“I appreciate the gesture, Mama, but please listen to me next time.”

You bit your lip, looking at him apologetically. Snaking your arms around his body, you allowed him to engulf you in a hug. Wrapped tightly in his embrace, Rio caught you off guard, giving you a hard swat on the bottom. His voice was low and gravelly as he growled, “You're trouble, Mama.”

You moaned, pushing your backside deeper into his palms. Eyes drifted shut as you stood on your tiptoes and puckered your lips for a kiss. Rio’s hands caressed the soft, plush globes as his breath fanned your lips. He denied your request for a kiss. Instead, his lips ghosted your neck, and his mouth traveled to your ear. Nipping at your lobe, he rasped, “Sorry, mama. We don’t have time for that. I have to go handle business.”

He pulled away, smirking at the frown that quickly shifted to a pout.

“We can’t spend just a few more minutes together?”

“Don’t do that, ma. You know this is important. Since you’re already out and ignoring my demands, why don’t you spend some time with your best friend? Here, take my card. Lunch is on me.”

This man is so preoccupied with business. He doesn’t even see that I came here to give him a piece of pussy. For some reason, that irritates the hell out of me. Usually, he can read my body like a book. I see where his priorities are at the moment. Business must trump his pregnant wife’s needs. I gave this man four and a half babies, and this is the thanks I get? Let me take my pregnant, horny, irritated tail home. His ass is sleeping on the couch tonight, and I don’t give one fuck that I’m being irrational.

“Nah, I’m good,” you waved your hand dismissively.

Sensing attitude, Rio tilted his head back, giving you a look of incredulity.

“Look, I ain't got time for the dramatics right now. I told you I would be busy. Go home, mama. We can discuss this in the privacy of our home.”

Cocking your head to the side, you gave him an irritated glare. A rush of pregnancy hormones came hurtling towards you. Snatching your handbag and keys from his desk, you stormed out of the room. Rio knew he struck a nerve and possibly hurt your feelings. Stepping into the hall, he called after you. Ignoring him, you stomped out of the building. With an exasperated sigh, your husband ran his hands over his face. Taking a deep breath did little to soothe the irritation that started festering inside him. It also didn’t help that the idiots working the warehouse floor were ogling your behind as you angrily switched out of the building.

“Y’all got a death wish or something? Fuck you looking at,” Rio barked towards the group of men.

“I suggest you get back to work before I unload the clip in this bitch,” he boomed, walking back into his office to cool down before heading to the meeting.

“She’s almost to her car. Hurry up! Follow her. Keep a watchful eye over her. She’s in her feelings. Make sure my wife and child make it home safe,” he ordered one of his men.

Her ass is out here walking around in those tight-ass jeans. We’re about to have a heated exchange when I get home. Out here showing out. She’s over here pressing on my last nerve and still making me want to put her on her back at the same damn time. Thick-ass. Feisty-ass. Sexy-ass. Spoiled-ass. Hormonal-ass woman.

Rio’s detail only served to anger you more. Pulling into your driveway, you flung the car door open, grabbed your stuff, and turned toward the henchman.

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter. Either wait out here or take your ass back to the warehouse.”

Not waiting for a response, you went into your home. Setting the alarm, you settled in for a quiet, lonesome evening. You had hoped a nice relaxing shower, comfy PJs, and stuffing your face would put you in a better mood. It could have worked, but your husband kept blowing up your phone.

Annoyed by the fourth call, you answered icily, “What can I do for you, dear?”

Rio could hear the sarcasm in your voice. “This what we on tonight?”

“Why, whatever do you mean, husband?”

“Cut the shit, mama. Why are you ignoring my calls?”

“You were oh so busy. I’d imagine that ignoring you would give you more time to concentrate on business, sweetie.”

“You petty as fuck. Stop being mean, mama.”

His mini flirtations went ignored.

This man hasn’t seen petty yet. Watch me work, Daddy.

“What can I do for you, Christopher?”

“Oh, are we using government names now? Bet. Why are you being stubborn?”

Silence.

“So, you’re not going to say anything?”

 Silence.

 “Mama,” he sighed. 

“Let me make sure I’ve got this right. You’re pissed off–again? That’s two days in a row, mama. I’ve still yet to figure out the reason behind yesterday's bad attitude. Normally, I don’t let that shit slide, but I understand you’re emo-.”

“Call me emotional one more time, Rio.”

“And you’re going to do what, darlin’,” he questioned, voice laced with a hint of warning. Rio chuckled sarcastically, “I got a lot going on right now. Call me back when you’re ready to talk like an adult. Ready to get back on your grown woman shit.”

“Whatever, Christopher. You called me. Nobody wanted to talk to your dusty ass anyway. Get off my line,” with that, you both hung up on one another, more irritated than before the call.

Hours later, you came down from your mood swing. Guilt slowly started to seep into you. Not one to give in and apologize first, you decided it was the right thing to do. Unlocking your phone, you sent a request for FaceTime. It rang twice before being denied.

He’s probably busy. I’ll try again in an hour or so.

The next time you tried his cell, you called. It rang several times before going to voicemail. Waiting another hour, you tried again. Ringing once, it went to voicemail.

Now, wait a fuckin’ minute. One ring means he hit the “f you button.” See, now a bitch is starting to get mad again. Woosah. Fight them mood swings, girl. Fight them!

Just as you had calmed your nerves, a text came through.

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: You and the baby good?

Wifey (Mama)🌎💍: Yes, we’re fine. Why haven’t you called me back? Are you okay?

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: I’m busy, remember? You didn’t feel like talking earlier? Why are you so chatty all of a sudden?

His petty ass.

Wifey (Mama)🌎💍: Stop making it hard to tell you sorry, Papa. Chill on me.

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: Keep your sorry, ma. I’m cool on that. See you when I get home.

Oh, okay! It’s just, ma, now? Bet.

Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Rio smiled to himself. He purposefully pissed you off again. Part of him did it out of payback, but his main objective was getting you frustrated. If it had done the trick. You would be ripping his clothes off and begging to be fucked once he made it home.

Not one to tell a man where he can and cannot go in his own home. You decided against telling Rio to sleep on the couch. However, the need to be petty was vibrating heavily in your bones. You fought sleep as long as you could, hoping to wait up for him long enough to ignore him for a bit. The baby again had other plans and lulled you into a deep sleep.

Rio braced himself for whatever you had planned to throw his way. He smirked to himself, releasing a low chuckle before exiting the car. Dragging his tired body into the house, your husband entered the code into the security system. Resetting it, he headed in the direction of the bar. He filled a tumbler with two fingers of bourbon. Tossing it back, Rio let the warm liquid flow through his chest. He rinsed the glass, set it in the dishwasher, and headed upstairs. 

Her moody ass is probably sleeping.

Attempting not to wake you, he quietly padded up the stairs. Rio unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on his shirt as he walked toward your shared bedroom. He nearly made it there but stopped in his tracks. The look on his face turned stone cold, and he slowly turned his head to peer into the guest bedroom.

What the fuck is this shit?

There you were, the door cracked, and lights dimmed just enough for him to see you tucked in tight, slumbering peacefully. Your plan to ignore him may have fallen through, but you still managed to be petty even in your sleep.

You jolted awake, feeling arms slip under your frame and pull you up from the mattress. Moments went by as you willed your eyes to wake fully. Your sight focused on Rio’s angered expression, and you pushed at his chest.

“What the hell are you doing? Put me down, Christopher!”

He ignored you. Rio’s jaw ticking as he took long strides exiting the guest room. He carried you into your bedroom, laid you in bed, tucking you in. You started to explain that you were a grown-ass woman and could sleep anywhere you damn well pleased. The look in his eyes forced you to think better of it.

“I don’t give a fuck how angry you are! Your ass will sleep in this bed regardless. Go to bed mad if you want to. Your stubborn ass is going to do it lying next to me. No room for debate, mama. You mad at me? You don’t want to be near me right now? That’s all good, but you sleep in our bed. Roll to the edge of the bed. That's all the space you're getting.”

Rio snatched his shirt over his head and threw it into the clothes hamper. You did your best to bite back any more snarky responses as you watched Rio stalk to the bathroom. The door flew shut, and you mumbled, “Dramatic much.”

The bathroom door swung open. Standing in the doorway, eyes set on you, Rio commanded, “Can you stop talking? Please give me a moment of peace, ma. All that talking’s gon’ land your ass in a world of trouble. Save yourself, mama. Be quiet.”

You cut your eyes at him, sliding down into bed. You lay on the side facing away from him. The corners of your mouth pulled into a mischievous grin. Waiting for the shower to start, you attempted to remove yourself from the bed and head toward the exit. Rio's voice bounced off the bathroom walls, halting your movement.

“Get back in bed, mama.”

You kissed your teeth, “Ain’t nobody left. Shut up, Rio.”

“You heard what I said. Stop playing with me.”

Pouncing back on the bed, you snarled towards the bathroom door.

“Fix your face, ma. You’re trying my patience tonight.”

Can he see through the damn walls or something?

“Nobody worried about you, Christopher.”

“Yeah, okay. Your stubborn ass got back in that bed. Didn’t you?”

Rio wanted to wash the events of the day away. He wanted a few quiet minutes to destress, but being a little hellcat, you wouldn’t give him that. You had a response for everything. He loved you combative and keyed up, but tonight, you were laying it on thick and wouldn’t let up. Rio was slightly irritated that his plan to piss you off again was starting to backfire. Taking a few calming breaths, he readied himself to regain control of the situation.  

The water cut off, and he walked into the room, towel hanging dangerously low around his waist. There were beads of water sliding down his naked torso. Being irritated by him wasn’t enough to stop your eyes from tracing him from head to toe. Squeezing your thighs together, you bit your lip, fighting the urge to jump on him. Rio felt your eyes on him and smirked in your direction. He laid a fresh pair of underwear on the foot of the bed. Standing upright, his eyes connected with yours as Rio pulled the towel from his waist. His eyes stayed on you as he took the time to dry the rest of his body. Your vision latched onto his manhood as you watched it swing from side to side. The tip of your tongue danced across your lips, and Rio rasped, “You hungry, mama?” The knowing smirk on his face aggravated you. Not thinking it through, you mumbled, “Like you give a fuck.”

A low and bitter chuckle fell from Rio’s lips. That was your last chance. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His eyes darkened and held yours as he slipped into his underwear. Tossing the towel into the hamper, he crept toward you. The silence that filled the air added to the moment's intensity.

Rio’s fingers glided along the column of your neck. His digits cupped your chin, giving it a light squeeze as a warning. His face crowded your own. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smirking. Finally, you had pissed him off enough to get the reaction you craved. Wetness pulled between your thighs in anticipation.

“This all could’ve been avoided, mama.”

Rio’s thumb traced your bottom lip as he backed away. You watched in confusion as he stepped into a pair of sweatpants and grabbed his phone. Stepping toward the door, you asked, “Where are you going?”

“Thought you didn't want to be near me, darlin’? I think you need some time alone. Just go to bed. I'm not tired.”

“I’ve been alone for two days! You’re such an asshole.”

His hand gripped the doorknob as he rolled his neck and shoulders. He was fighting the urge to pounce. With his back to you, Rio finished, “Next time you want to be fucked. Just say that, ma.”

You growled in annoyance, chucking a pillow against his back as he walked out of the room.

“Your ass is lucky you're carrying my baby. It's the only thing keeping me from snatching your little ass up. Crazy ass woman,” he called out from the hallway.

You punched your pillows and got back in bed. Too upset to sleep, a slew of emotions rained down on you. First, there were tears of frustration. Then anger, followed by another round of guilt.

Why do I keep putting this man through hell? All over some dick. That’s what it comes down to. However, if he would’ve cracked my damn back, this shit could’ve been avoided. You're so damn busy you can’t slide inside me and bust a quick nut? 

You smiled, rolled your eyes, and finished your thoughts.

Damn, I’m a brat. Let me drag grumpy pants back to bed. I thought, “wE sLeEp BeSiDe EaCh OtHeR No MaTtEr WhAt,” Head ass.

Rio was sitting on the edge of the living room sofa, arms draped over his lap. The longer he sat there thinking over the day and your attitude. The more he had to fight the urge to do the things he truly wanted. Rio fisted the top of his pants as wicked thoughts of you crying out for him cycled through. His hands trembled, filled with the need to possess and punish you. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back to calm his hunger. That plan fell through as your scent flowed into the room. He groaned, opening his eyes and settling his gaze on you.

“You could’ve slept in the guest room. Why are you being extra? I thought we didn’t sleep in separate rooms anyway?”

“I’m not about to keep going back and forth with you. Just go back to bed, Mama,” he responded with tiredness in his voice.”

That pulled at your heartstrings.

Be nice, bitch.

You swallowed your pride and made the first move toward reconciliation.

“Come back to bed, Rio. I’m sorry for being unreasonable, papa.”

Still standing in the entryway of the spacious living room, you waited for a response. The room was painfully quiet as you two watched one another. Rio’s gaze trailed your body. It was just something about you in his T-shirts that always drove him crazy. He kept his expression blank, making it hard for you to get a read on him. The silence continued for a moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was different. It wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t happy either.

It was dominant, possessive even. 

“Come here.”

Oh, shit. Not that voice. Anything but that.

There were two types of dominant Rio. One, you had been working his nerves for. The other? Not so much. You stayed frozen in place.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

Your legs carried you over to him. Stepping between him and the coffee table, you waited for further instruction.

“Look, I know I’ve been working your nerves-.”

“Mm-Mm. Quiet. Talking seems to be your downfall, Mama.”

Rio’s hands reached up and grasped your hips.

“Sit,” he instructed, pulling you into a seated position on the coffee table.

His elbows rested on the top of his knees, hands folded underneath his chin.

“You’ve been doing your best to get my attention. Now that you have it. You seem a bit worried, Mama. It’s what you wanted. Right?”

Silence.

“Good girl. You finally learned how to listen and not talk. It’s a little shocking, honestly. You’ve had so much to say for the past two days. Now, when it seems you’re about to get the response you want, and then some. You don’t have shit to say.”

You could feel the heat radiating off of him. Fucked. That’s what you were. There were times when you would overdo it, pushing him too far. Tonight was going to be one of those nights. Pulling in a shaky breath, you continued to listen. Being pregnant, you didn’t know how he would play it. That alone sent a shiver down your body.

See, this is what my emotional, spoiled ass gets. It’s too late to turn back now. Dear sweet Kitty Kat, I wish you the best of luck, girl.

“What’s wrong, darlin’? You seem a bit nervous.”

More silence.

Rio leaned towards you, placing his hands on your plush thighs. He was so close your noses were an inch apart. He tilted his head, angling it to nip your bottom lip. Pulling back, his hand massaged your left cheek. It circled your skin as he leaned back in.

“My hands itching to wrap around your throat, Mama. You know I can’t act like this and do things like that when you’re carrying my child. I don’t take risks with my seed, and you know that. Playing with your oxygen supply is the same as messing with theirs. So why the fuck do you keep trying me,” he groaned.

“Baby, I’m-“

“Shhh.” He laid a gentle kiss on your lips. “You've been talking all day. Right now is a time for listening, darlin’.”

He leisurely rose from the couch, towering over you.

“Let’s put your mouth to better use. Yeah?”

Your breath hitched as his fingers threaded through your hair. Tugging it, he tilted your head back, pecking your lips again. Rio’s eyes held yours as his free hand dipped inside his sweatpants and briefs. Releasing and stroking his member, he hovered over you.

“You wanted some attention. Right, mama? You need dick? Open that pretty little mouth for me.”

Rio jerked your head forward. Hand still wrapped tightly around his thick length, he tapped it on your lips. Your mouth watered and instantly fell open.

“Now you want to be a good girl,” he groaned, swiping the head of his cock on the tip of your tongue.

You started to wrap your mouth around him, but he backed away. A whimper fell from your mouth. Rio held your chin, “I’ll tell you when you can eat it up, Mama,” he whispered, gently tapping your face with his girth.

“You so fucking fine. Wet juicy ass lips got my shit throbbing,” Rio moaned, bending down to kiss you again. Eyes blazing, you used your mouth to capture his thumb. You suckled it, giving him doe eyes. It was as if your beautiful orbs were pleading for him to give in. Your body was so wound up it screamed for some sort of relief. You so desperately wanted to taste him. Thoughts of him spilling his seed into your mouth had you salivating. Rio’s lips parted as his tongue did that snake motion you loved. He slid his thumb from your lips, moving it out of reach.

“Can’t even ruin you in the manner you deserve. I want to shove my dick in that pretty little mouth and fuck your throat until you choke. Damn, I want to leave you gasping for air, voice hoarse. You know I love the way you swallow the dick.”

 An appreciative whimper sounded from your lips. Rio’s eyes danced with excitement. He took joy at the needy and desperate look on your face. The rise and fall of your chest quickened as sinful sounds came from your sweet lips. 

“Look at you moaning and whimpering. That’s my nasty bitch. Does the thought of me shoving myself down that pretty little throat turn you on, mama? It makes you wet. Doesn’t it?”

You shivered and released a stuttered breath, “Daddy, please.” He smiled wickedly, “Damn, I love it when you beg, darlin’.”

“Christopher, please. I’m about to go crazy. I don't think I've ever wanted to swallow you down this bad. Please, Papa. I need you.”

A chuckle fell from his lips. Rio swallowed hard, and you could see the pulse dancing on the side of his neck. His eyes grew darker as he leaned close enough, and you felt his breath brush against your lips.

“You are so cute, mama. Beg as much as you want. The question is: Do you think you deserve it,” he whispered, peppering your lips with light kisses. The corners of his lips lifted, forming a smile as you panted the word yes. “Mm, no. I don't think so, darlin’. You've been stomping around, throwing tantrums, twisting and turning, rolling that neck for days now.”

Your impatience and temper got the best of you.

“If you're so tired of my damn attitude. Put me out of my misery already. You're the one being stingy with the dick! You can't find a few moments to love on your wife?”

There was that sinister smile once more. Rio’s hand went to wrap around your throat, but halfway he stopped. Closing it into a fist tightly, he forced it down to his side. He smirked, slowly opening his mouth to speak, “You’re letting these hormones rattle you, mama. They got you impatient as fuck and coming out of pocket.”

Tucking himself back into his sweats, Rio reclaimed his spot on the sofa. Leaning back into the cushions, he watched your face twist up in frustration.

“Fuck this. I’m going back upstairs. Sleep wherever you want. I don’t care.”

“Sit. Down,” Rio roared.

You froze, back still facing him.

“I’m getting tired of saying things twice,” Rio hissed. “Sit your ass down.”

You swung around and stomped to the coffee table to reclaim your seat.

“Not there. Come here.”

Standing in front of him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“You beckoned? Dear sweet husband.”

Though Rio wore a thin smile, you could tell he didn’t find shit amusing. Glancing at his lap, he whispered, “Sit.”

You kissed your teeth, plopping into his lap. He pressed up against you, hands gripping your waist. “You enjoy making me tick. Don’t you darlin’?”

Not waiting for you to answer, one hand abandoned your waist. It slid into your hair, tugging at the strands. The action caused you to release something Rio couldn’t decipher. What had started as a gasp shifted to a whimper and ended as a moan. The sound caused his erection to twitch underneath you as he bit back a groan.

“Why are you giving Daddy a hard time? Thought you loved me, Mama,” he teased.

Your lips parted, but he tugged more, signaling you to remain silent.

“Don’t deny it, love. I’m over here fighting everything in me right now. I know how you want it. You ain’t in no condition for that, baby girl.”

“How do I want it, Papa,” you whispered breathlessly.

Rio’s hand trailed to the column of your neck. He gave it a light, gentle squeeze. Pulling your ear to his lips, he groaned, “You want that rough shit. Need me to choke you. Talk my shit and say all the nasty things you like. Pin you down, fuck you until you cry. That’s what you want, yeah,” he questioned, nipping at your earlobe.

A smirk danced across his face at the sound of your whimpering.

“Can’t you just do it as gently as possible? Please, you begged, grinding into his lap.

His growl bounced off the living room walls. It was a signal, a warning, but you couldn’t help yourself. Circling your hips, you pressed further into his erection. Rio hissed, “Behave. You really gotta chill, Mama.”

You stood long enough to turn and straddle his thigh. His hands cradled your small bump. Pecking his lips, you watched as Rio’s eyes fluttered closed. The two of you slipped into a sensual kiss. Your hips rolled as you started to grind your moist panties against his thigh.

“Papa, please. I’m begging you. I need you. I’ll take it any way you’d like.”

He sucked in a shallow breath, grasping your chin.

“I know you will. You don’t have a choice, mama.”

Cocky motha-.

“Keep grinding that slick little pussy against me, baby,” he rasped, grabbing up the globes of your behind. “Now I know you can do better than that. Grind harder,” he finished with a smack to each cheek. Mouths collided as your fingers traced patterns along the nape of his neck. Your tongues wrestled for dominance. His palms dug into your supple flesh, guiding you along the slick spot that started to form on his thigh.

“Damn, mama. Just the sound of my voice makes that little pussy weep, yeah?”

He watched you with pride, your eyes shut tight, breathing ragged. Rio moved his hands to your breast, giving them a light squeeze. He moaned as his teeth sunk into your bottom lip.

“Go a little faster. Pull yourself toward the edge, darlin’.”

Your body rocked faster against his drenched thigh as his hand crept until it found its way underneath your shirt, pulling at the hardened nipples.

“Christopher.”

“Hmm, baby? Talk to me, mama. What do you need from Daddy?”

The words got stuck in your throat, and you edged closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Your head tilted back, and the mewl you released made all Rio’s blood rush to his thick member. He peppered kisses along the soft skin of your neck, cooing, “You close, baby girl? Hmm? Come on now, tell me how you feel, darlin’. Let me hear that pretty voice.”

“So damn close. Add a little pressure, Daddy. Press into me, please.”

Rio chuckled, lifting his thigh just enough to give you the desired pressure.

“That better, sweetheart?”

“Fuck,” you whispered. Ye-I’ma come. Please-.”

You started to tremble, signaling an explosive orgasm. Rio’s fingers gripped your waist, halting all movement. A high-pitched whine echoed throughout the room as you tried to power through his grasp and thrust your hips. His hold on you was too strong to fight. The teasing chuckle he gave frustrated you.

“Why would you do that? Don’t play with me like that, Rio,” you whimpered.

“Oh, you thought this was about to be easy? No, love. See where all the nagging and expectations got you. Playing with my patience had you believing I would let you have your way. Fuck that. You better work for that shit, mama. You know how I operate, and I ain’t feeling too generous right now.” He pinched your nipple, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

Shoving his shoulder, he fell back against the couch, pinning you with a mischievous glint.

“Ain’t shit funny, Rio. You’re pissing me off,” you snapped, pacing the hardwood floor.

“That makes two of us,” he countered, shrugging his shoulders.

“What happened to a happy wife, a happy life? I’m carrying your child. Where is the love?”

“So damn dramatic. You just knew you’d get your way, huh?”

You stopped, turning to face him. Your arms crossed your ample chest. Frustration ran deep in your mind. The two of you matched glare for glare.

Rio’s eyes darkened as he stood, walking toward you. He kissed you long and hard, backing you toward the living room wall. Your body shivered as you made contact with the chilled surface. He broke the kiss and rasped, “Should’ve used these past few minutes to make a convincing argument,” he tsked. “I don't even know if you deserve to come at this point, darlin’.”

Rio dropped to his knees, and you watched his head disappear underneath the fabric of your shirt. Heat pulsed throughout your core as you felt Rio pull fabric aside. Thousands of tiny sparks flooded your body as you felt his wet, warm tongue trail from the bottom of your dripping sex to the top. His middle and pointer fingers spread you open while the tip of his tongue danced around your bundle of nerves. You released a shuttered breath, head tilting back as your eyes fluttered closed. Without having to look up, Rio paused his licking and growled, “Keep you’re fucking eyes on me. Take off this damn shirt, and watch me eat this pussy up, mama.” 

Say less. I got you, Zaddy.

His eyes burned with passion at the sight of your breast. “You don’t need these either,” he rasped, tearing the panties from your body. Without another word, his head dipped back between your thighs. He teased you with nips and licks until you squirmed, begging for more. The pace had started achingly slow. His breath fanned your lower lips, “Look at you wiggling and shit. Are you aching for me, mama?” Rio inhaled your scent, “Damn, I’m about to eat this shit up.”

“Less talking. More licking, Papa,” you mewled, trying to thrust your heat back into his face. Rio leaned away.

“See, that’s your problem. You need to learn patience, mama. We don’t need to rush. Let me take my time and enjoy all this fine dining.”

“Truthfully, you get off on torturing me, don’t you?”

Instead of using his words, Rio answered with action. Still holding your lips apart, three fingers from the opposite hand pressed into your clit, rubbing wide circles slowly.

In a husky tone, he taunted, “Come on, sweetheart, I know you can get wetter than this.” Your sarcastic rebuttal halted as he continued, “Let me help you with that, ma.”

His words fully registered as you felt his saliva collide with your silky flesh. His mouth covered your lips again, alternating between slow, languid strokes and rapid, hungry licks. From the movement of his tongue to the way he gripped your thighs. Feeling everything at once was hurdling toward a powerful orgasm. His fingers rejoined the party, using them to fumble with your clit as he thrust his tongue into you.

“N-no, baby. Not ye-it’s too soon. S-slow down, fuck!”

Your hand wrapped around his wrist, trying to pull his fingers away. Rio swatted it as he hoisted you higher, locking his arms around your thighs.

“I thought you wanted to come though, Mama,” he teased. “Let me switch it up for you, yeah?”

His tongue replaced those same fingers, licking and sucking your sweet little nub like a man who hadn’t eaten in days.

“Oh! You fucking demon. Daddy, no,” you mewled, body starting to jerk. The sensation sent tingles throughout as your fist pounded against the wall. The digits of the other hand dug into his scalp. You felt him smile against your flesh, moaning and growling. Slipping three fingers inside, he flexed them, deliciously tapping your g-spot. The pace of his digits quickened as his lips wrapped around your abused clit, and he sucked as hard as he could. Your body writhed. The feeling was so intense you considered climbing the wall.

This bitch would go harder. I need to learn how to shut up.

Rio tsked again, “There’s nowhere for you to run, Mama. Daddy got you locked in,” he taunted, fingers speeding up a little more. “Thought this is what you wanted, hm? You've been crying for this all day. Is it too much for you, baby?” Rio’s fingers slipped out of you, and the palm of his hand delivered smacks over your lips. “Yeah! There we go! That’s that wet shit, mama.” Rio dove back in, the sounds of his mouth on your body growing more lewd by the second. All you could do was tremble and whimper. Rio groaned, his mouth devouring you. His words tickled your slick heat, “ You gon’ come for me? Hmm? My mouth got you leaking all over the place.” Your legs started to shake as his tongue lashed at your skin. 

“Answer me, ma,” he demanded, harsh yet sexy.

“Yes, fuck. I’m so close, shit!”

“Beg me to let you come.”

“Please, Papa! Let me come all over that sinfully delicious tongue.”

“I know you’re close. Look at that pretty little pussy squeezing around my fingers,” Rio teased, adding a fourth finger. “Look at these thick thighs shaking,” he taunted. Your husband took a moment to nip at your inner thighs. “Soft as fuck. Tastes so damn good.” His lips licked and sucked at the soft skin as he massaged your g-spot.

“Hold on a bit longer for me.”

His eyes glistened, and you knew Rio was about to make you suffer. There was something in his expression that just reeked of revenge. Minutes ticked by, and you were proven right: every torturous lick of his tongue was his getback. Every time his lips captured your bundle of nerves, it felt like he was trying to suck the soul out of you. He had brought you to the edge for the third time, only to slow down. Tears threatened to spill as you begged and pleaded. At this point, you were no longer begging him to come on his talented tongue. You just wanted him to wrap your legs around his waist and pound you into an earth-shattering orgasm. Twice, you had tried pulling his head away, pressing him to fuck you. Both times, Rio denied you and went right back to eating. His greedy mouth slurped at your juices, “Mm-mm, mama. Daddy’s still hungry.”

His tongue grazed your clit, causing your body to shiver with force. You cried out, “Rio, please! You have to let me come. I can’t do this anymore.” Tears trailed down your cheeks, tugging at his heart a bit. He kissed your nub once more before he pulled up from between your legs. Using the pads of his thumbs, he wiped at the remnants of your tears. Pecking your lips, his hands cradled your face. “I’m sorry, mama. Shh, I know, baby. I know. Breathe for me, catch your breath.”

How could your emotions be all over the place? Yet, every ounce of you still ached for him. Though you were irritated and pissed at the way he edged you. The need to be fucked and orgasm was still the top priority. You could curse him out later. Truthfully, you had done it to yourself. You knew pushing him too far was what brought you here. Patience and understanding had been an option that would have left you well rewarded. Instead, you had opted to try to force his hand.

I’m pregnant, horny, and a bit illogical at the moment. I want what the fuck I want, and I want it now.

Rio’s eyes locked with yours, his orbs still dark but sympathetic at the same time. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he swept hair that blocked your vision. Taking a deep breath, he leaned in, lips brushing against yours.

“I’ma stop fucking with you, mama,” he whispered, stealing a kiss.

Rio shushed your whimpering as his hands trailed back down your body and between your thighs. His fingers brushed your slit, collecting moisture along the way. His fingers slid lower until they reached the destination they were in search of. Two fingers penetrated you as his free hand tweaked your nipple. You sucked in a sharp breath as his digits tapped against that special place in warp speed.

“R-rio. Oh, God,” you mewled. “No, please. I want you inside. I need you inside me, baby. Why won’t you just-.”

His head fell into the crook of your neck as you pleaded. An anguished growl echoed against your throat.

“I can’t right now, mama. I just can’t,” he responded helplessly as his fingers kept slamming into you. “Give it to me, mama. I know you can’t hold it anymore. Come for me, baby girl,” he moaned against your skin.

“But why? Oh! Fuck! Y-yes. God, yes,” you cried, falling over the edge.

“Fuck, mama. My arm’s soaked,” he groaned, breath shallow, as he trailed kisses down your neck. He waited for you to respond, but the only sound he heard was sniffling. Rio pulled back with a quickness, hands cradling your face once more. He kissed you, “What’s wrong, mama? Why are you crying?”

“Are you not attracted to me anymore?”

“Mama. Don’t start. Why wouldn’t I be attracted to you? That’s a wild ass question. Please don’t take this wrong, but these hormones got you all messed up. You know better than to ask me such a ludicrous question.” 

Your eyes started to water again, and Rio threw his head back, running his hand down his face. Releasing a long sigh, “Don’t start again, mama. You’re all over the place today. One minute, you’re cursing me out, trying to push me away. The next minute, you’re on me. I damn sure can’t keep up with the mood swings today. Now I’m getting pissed all over again because you're questioning my love for you.”

“It’s a simple question, Rio. Something must be wrong since you won’t fuck your wife. It can’t be that bizarre of a question. Just admit it. I’m gaining weight (not to mention I was already plushie before), so you’re not interested.”

“What number mood swing is this?”

“Fuck you, Rio.”

“You’d like that? A fuck. Wouldn’t you?”

“Such a dickish response!”

You stormed away, ignoring his demands not to walk away from him. Upon entering your bedroom, you slammed the door. Climbing under the covers, you snuggled down until you found a comfortable spot. He didn’t immediately follow you upstairs. Sinking back into the couch, he tried to calm his temper. 

Rio’s mood/urge was why Y/N hadn’t gotten what she wanted in the first place. He was right back to being as pissed as he was earlier. It was all the more reason to stay where he was until he could calm himself. During the first round of this sexually charged argument, it had taken every fiber in him not to fuck you relentlessly. No matter how bad you both wanted it. He wasn’t comfortable with manhandling you at a time like this.

He tilted his head back against the cushions and chuckled to himself. Looking back over the day, you had been a pain in the ass. However, Rio loved that you were adamant about getting what you desired.

The fact that she thinks there’s a way for me to be gentle and rough in that sort of head space is laughable. I love this crazy ass woman.

He replayed the last of your conversation. Guilt crept in as he remembered how your lip trembled as you fought back tears of frustration and neediness while leaving the room. Thinking the situation over, Rio started to hold himself accountable. He knew what to expect at times like this. If he was being honest, having another baby was mainly his idea. That thought alone had him shaking his head and smirking.

This woman is going to drive me insane. She can’t be serious thinking I’m not attracted to her right now because she’s pregnant. If anything, that makes my dick harder. These kinks, man. Her ass knows I love her any size. Mama knows I love it when she’s stupid thick. Damn, I want to bend her ass over something. Just wait until baby girl or boy gets here. I’m going to remember every single mood swing and attitude. Like that man Miguel once said, that pussy gon’ be mine. Let me check on her mean ass. Remember to remain calm, Rio.

He flipped off all the lights downstairs and made sure everything was locked up tight. It was pitch black in the master suite. Rio entered quietly, not wanting to wake you. The faint sounds of sniffles came from under the covers on your side of the bed. Your husband’s head hung low at the sounds, shaking it side to side in disbelief. Sadness ached deep in his chest. It had never been his intention to make you feel unwanted. He certainly didn’t mean for you to feel unattractive. You had pushed him to that place of uncertainty. Rio didn’t trust himself enough to remain gentle. His anger had been raging off and on for the past two days. It was time for him to set the record straight and make things right.

Self-control, my boy. Self-control. I may not be able to choke her. Let that mouth get to firing off again. I’ma spank this woman. Lord, help me.

He approached your side of the bed, attempting to lower the comforter, but it wouldn’t budge. You grumbled, “Don’t, Christopher. Just get in bed. Let’s get some rest. We can discuss this in the morning.” The fabric of the blankets muffled your voice a bit, but Rio could hear how you fought back tears.

Rio gently rubbed what he believed to be your hip. “Don’t hide from me,” he rasped.

“I’m not. Goodnight, Papa.”

He lowered his head, rubbing soothing circles against your back. He stood there a few moments, trying to find a way to make things better. A thought entered his mind. His head leaned to the side as he gave a quick head nod. Heading to his side of the bed, Rio checked his notifications one last time, setting the ringer to silent. He grabbed an item from the nightstand, setting it to the side. Rio got into bed, sliding closer. The feeling of his chest pressing against your back as he joined you under the covers.

“You still mad at me, Mama,” he questioned, leaving butterfly kisses against your skin. “You gon’ forgive me, hm?”

“Shut up, Rio,” you responded with a giggle and sniffle.

“You know you’re crazy for thinking that bullshit, right? I love you, mama. Don’t you know that you’re my favorite person in this world? I love you for life, woman,” he explained. “I’ll always be attracted to you, no matter what. You’re my heart and world, baby girl.” Rio nibbled at your neck. “Those better be happy sniffles, he teased.

“They are, trust me. Thank you for the reassurance, Papa,” you responded, voice still shaky.

His fingers caressed your thighs, drawing small patterns on your flesh, lips peppering kisses against a bare shoulder back to the soft spot below your ear.

“Papa, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m still wet from earlier,” you whispered, lower lips tingling again.

Rio shushed you as his tongue swept across the column of your neck. “You looked so damn good in those jeans with the heels. You just had to get me hard while I was working. Didn’t you? How am I supposed to focus with images of fucking you against my desk floating through my head?”

“I just wanted to see you, baby.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

His hand slid between soft thighs, swiping at the moisture pooling between your folds.

“Always wet. Forever ready for me. Shit. Give me those lips, ma.”

Both of you tried to take control of the kiss until his fingers pulled away. You huffed, “Not this shit again-Oh! Shit,” you moaned. Not only had he placed his hand back where it was, but you felt a lovely buzzing sensation against your clit. “Yes,” you whispered.

“Been waiting for the right time to break this out. You’ve been rambling on about that damn toy, so I bought you a rose, Mama. How’s that feel?” Unable to speak, you answered with a sweet sigh. Rio’s lips connected to your temple. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughed, increasing the speed.

Between his lips and the toy, you hadn’t noticed Rio tugging down his sweatpants. The kiss broke as you mewled. He bit his lip, watching you gasp at the feel of the rose pressed against your nub while his aching erection slid back and forth against your folds. The leaking tip dipped in and out of your spasming channel. The covers kicked down to the foot of the bed as Rio’s hungry gaze drank in the writhing of your bodies. His breathing quickened, listening to your faint moans.

“I think we’re both a bit calmer now. Don’t you agree, Mama,” he questioned, sucking in a breath at the wetness pulling around his tip.

If you had heard him, Rio didn’t wait for a response. He reclaimed your mouth, sinking his thick, veiny rod inside you.

“Got Damn,” you both moaned in unison.

“That’s a good girl. Take it all, Mama. So fucking tight. Grip that shit.”

Burying your head in your pillow, you trembled, moaning repetitively. Rio’s hands sunk into the plushness of your waist. His finger sunk deeper, pressing your behind into his lap. Pumping you slowly, you felt his hips do that circular motion. 

“Faster, Daddy. Please go faster.”

“Whatever you say, love,” he answered, pulling your hair and snapping his hips harder. “The settings go higher, baby.” Shifting the rose to its highest voltage, he growled at the screams that bounced around the room.

“T-too much. Fuck!”

“No, ma. You got this. Take that shit. Don’t you want me to make that pussy feel good, yeah? Yes, baby. Oh, shit. Take it, baby. Just let me pound that pretty little flower.”

Every thrust sent you higher. Your fingers dug into Rio’s hand as you thrashed about the bed.

“You keep fucking me like this. I’m not going to last much longer,” you whined.

“You got that. Go on and wet that shit up, mama. Fall apart. Come for, Daddy. I’ll put you back together and break you apart again. Don’t bury your face in the pillow. Let me hear you come loud and clear. Come for me right fucking now,” he demanded, giving your ass a hard smack.”

“Fu-Chris! Baby,” you screamed, body tensing, shaking violently. Kisses danced along your temple. Whimpers continued to fall from your lips, the aftershocks sending waves throughout your body. Rio attempted to center and bring you back down from the high.

“You’re good, mama. I got you. Good job,” he praised. 

You couldn’t imagine a better way to end a long day. At least that's what you thought until Rio decided to take it one step further.

“I’m not finished with you yet, baby girl,” he whispered.

Rio slid out of you, laying on his back, while he waited for you to turn toward him. Your face hovered over his. Staring lovingly into his eyes, you spoke softly.

“Tell me what you need, Papa,” you questioned, stroking his jaw.

He reached for your leg, bringing it over his to straddle him. Hands traveled the length of your body, stopping to cup your breast. Through body language alone, the communication was clear. Giving him a gentle nod, lip tucking between your teeth. Rio felt your digits wrap around his length, rising just enough. You slowly slipped his throbbing length into the slick cavern. The two of you moaned in unison.

Rio sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rode him slow and steady. Biting your lip, he encouraged you, “Mm, that's it, mama. You feel so good.” He wrapped his lips around your nipple, tongue circling it hungrily. Giving it a playful bite pulled a meal from your lungs. Releasing the taut bud, Rio whimpered, “Keep squeezing me. Just like that. Fuck.”

He tugged one of your hands from his shoulder, placing the digits around the column of his throat. He smirked as your eyes widened.

“I can’t choke you, so why don’t we switch shit up? You be me for a change, mama. Be rough with Daddy, yeah?”

A tremble coursed through you at the thought of it.

“It’s your body, mama. You’re in control. Ride me as hard as you can stand it.” He pecked your lips, cooing, “Are you going to ride your daddy nice and hard, hm? This is your dick. Take it, mama,” he insisted, giving your bottom another slap.

Pushing at his chest, you laid him back against the mattress. Your hand tightened around his throat as your hips circled, taking him as deep as possible. Your head fell back as your speed increased.

“Oh,” you cried. “Daddy!”

“Look at me,” he gasped.

Your face floated above his, and you started to bounce erratically. Rio’s face twisted up as he grunted your name. The hold on his throat tightened, causing him to bite his lip harder. You felt his hands spank and grip your cheeks. The two of you entered a lip lock as the headboard banged against the wall. Coming up for air, you felt him twitch inside you.

“Fuck, Mama. I’m about to nut. Is that what you want, baby? Do you want to be filled up? Yeah, I know you do, darlin’. F-fuck! Come with me, mama! Right now!”

You both plummeted over the edge, calling out each other’s name. Trying to keep balance, your hands rested against Rio’s chest. He sat up, pulling you into an embrace. Leaving kisses all over your face, you giggled breathlessly. His arm reached around your waist, guiding you to lie down comfortably.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. Stay right here. I got you, mama.”

Rio disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a warm towel. With the aftercare complete, he quickly got himself together. Making his way to the kitchen, Rio returned with a glass of ice water for you.

“Drink up. You need to replenish, ma.”

“Thank you, Papa. What about you, though?”

“Drank it downstairs, " he responded, cuddling up to you.

“So we’re switching roles now? Is that what we are doing,” you teased.

Rio’s laugh bellowed throughout the room. “Listen, ma. You’re little thirsty ass needed that rough shit. I figured since I’m not doing that right now. You can get your fix if I relinquish a little bit of that power. Temporarily, of course.” He gave your shoulder a playful bite. “You should know I’m keeping tabs for the remainder of this pregnancy.”

“Tabs? What tabs?”

“I’m keeping a mental log of every time you act up. The moment the doctor clears you. That thick ass will be stinging, and you won’t be able to walk straight for a few weeks. Maybe a month,” he shrugged, nonchalance written on his handsome face. His eyes reduced to slits, “Breath play’s about to be a beast for you, mama. Hate it for you.”

“No, you don’t, liar.”

“You said it. Not me,” Rio shrugged.

He felt your fist collide with his arm.

“Aye, chill out now. You know what, let me put this shit in my notes. What is this? That makes at least eight offenses. For the day alone.”

“Whatever. Goodnight, crybaby.”

“Says the woman that’s been crying all night.”

“Don’t piss me off again, Rio. Go to sleep. Keep in mind that you won’t be leaving for work on time. I can tell that I’ll be just as needy in the morning. Have my dick ready.”

“Just admit that you only want me for my body,” he teased.

You kissed your teeth and mugged his forehead.

“Aye! Chill. Where my kisses at?”

Rio pulled your leg over his waist, cradling your bump, and kissed you goodnight.

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you should do a kate martin x reader fic where they are teammates who’ve been dating for awhile and then accidentally go public!!

yes of course! thank you so much for your request :)

Victorious

pairing: kate martin x teammate!reader

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your eyes fluttered opened and you picked up your phone from your bedside table. it read 6:00 AM. you sighed. it was time to get up. you rolled over and were met with your teammate/roommate/girlfriend’s chest. she just laid they’re staring down at you, “good morning sleepy girl! i’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” she stroked your hair and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “big game today, sunshine. you ready?”

you groaned and buried your head into her chest. “nooooo.” kate got out of bed and dragged you with her. you were upset to leave the comfort and warmth of your bed, but you’d go anywhere she went. she grabbed your hand and led you into the bathroom. the two of you began to brush your teeth.

“you gonna shower?” kate asked, moving her eyebrows are you suggestively. you playfully pushed her shoulder as you wiped the excess toothpaste off your lips. “kate!” you exclaimed and laughed at her antics. she snaked her arms around your waist and gave you a playful grin, “whatttt? it’s for good luck!”

“oh stop. we can celebrate tonight when we win.”

kate’s face grew red and she quickly nodded in agreement. you gave her a wink.

there wasn’t much to do to prepare for your game. it was a home game so there was no need to pack your bags. you and kate had a slow morning, with her cooking you guys some breakfast. you were never a morning person until your mornings started to include kate. she was so gentle with you, and you loved the way she helped you wake up to softness and love every morning. she flipped a pancake on the stove and you walked up behind her, wrapping your arms around her and burying your face into her back.

“mm love you so much, kate kat.”

after breakfast, you did your makeup and lightly curled your hair; kate insisting on putting it into a ponytail herself. you, of course, let her. how could you say no to her? you helped kate put her hair into a ponytail then braided it for her.

in usual kate fashion, she couldn’t keep her hands off of you. physical touch was her love language and she just wanted to hold you. that was something she loved about you, you were always down to snuggle up to her. she lifted you up, sitting you on the bathroom counter and peppered your face with kisses. “why aren’t you more excited, y/n? it’s game day! you’re usually so hyped!”

you sighed and looked up at your girlfriend, a worried expression on your face. “kate, can i ask for your advice about something?” she nodded her head as if to say of course and you continued, “i’m just, well, nervous. i didn’t have a good practice yesterday and i’m just so scared to mess up. i don’t want it to be all my fault if we lose.” you looked up at kate waiting expectantly for her reply. she took your hands in hers and stared into your eyes.

“as your girlfriend, i will always be here to support you, win or lose. i’m so proud of you everyday and i see how much your hard work is paying off, pretty girl. as captain, i need you to know that it’s not ever your fault. this game is a team effort and it will take a team effort to win it. you just need to try your best like i know you will. that’s all anyone’s expecting of you, i promise you that.”

you smiled and wrapped your arms around kate’s neck. “you are seriously so sweet. oh my god, kate i could just kiss you. thank you so much for helping, you actually made me feel so much better.”

“don’t mention it, it’s my job baby! however i will take you up on that kiss offer if you don’t mind me.” she snuck several kisses from you before you had to leave for you game.

when you arrived to the gymnasium, coach had you all circle up and gave you a pep talk. after her words of encouragement, she left caitlin and kate to give their pep talks to you. kate held your hand as she spoke to the team, in a last minute’s effort to stay close to you before the fans and media started arriving and you two had to go back to being just teammates and close friends.

you admired kate’s words of affirmation, earlier in your shared bathroom and now on the court. she really was the glue keeping everyone all together. you stared at her face and counted the freckles on her face, “who knew glue could be so cute?” you thought to yourself.

“uh what was that, y/n?” kate smirked at you. oh. maybe you hadn’t just thought that to yourself.

the game started and things were going a bit rocky at first. you’d fumbled a pass, and missed a shot as well. you wanted nothing more than to just cry into kate’s shoulder. you looked over at her and saw she was looking right back at you. she gave you a smile as if to say, ‘you got this. i’m rooting for you!’. you smiled back and she winked at you. you rolled your eyes playfully. she was going to get the two of you caught if she kept acting like that.

with newfound confidence, you played harder than ever. in the third quarter, you even scored a three! each time you made a shot, you looked over at kate and saw her beaming with pride.

the score was 67-68. you guys were losing by one point. with only 10 seconds left you were worried out of your mind. suddenly, you see the ball being passed to you. you weren’t close enough to confidently shoot it, and you looked to see who was open. low and behold, you see kate’s sparkly eyes staring you. of course there was some bias there, but she was your obvious choice. ‘let’s win this babe’ you mouthed her to and passed the ball to her.

The Sports broadcasters announced the Iowa win and you ran to kate screaming. you both were so happy you actually pulled it off. you were so happy in fact that you forgot you two were just teammates. kate lifted you up and spun you around. “oh my god! we did it!! i love you so much pretty girl i knew we could do it!” and you and your whole team just stared at her, shocked.

it took a moment, but eventually it registered for kate what she had just done. she had just revealed your secret romance to the entire media. “you know what? fuck it” you whispered to partly yourself and partly to kate. “i want everyone to know your mine.”

you grab the neck of kate’s jersey and pulled her face down to yours, kissing her softly but deeply. kate was shocked but lent into the kiss. you smiled into it, imagining what crazy edits this moment would be made into. but you didn’t care. at the end of the day, you had kate. and you had a win. you never knew victory could taste so sweet.

ahh all done i hope you like ittttt! please keep sending requests :)

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Jax x cat-like!reader

Requested over on ao3! Reader’s digital form is that of a cat with cartoony arms and legs!

No one in the Digital Circus would have guessed that you and Jax would get along, considering you are very cat-like, and cats and rabbits don’t usually get along in nature. However, not with you and Jax, you two got along pretty well since you two are both pranksters, but you two tend to joke and mock each other. The thing is, which is quite unfortunate for Caine and the others, you two occasionally get into little prank wars. Fortunately it never goes too far to where it hurts anyone as you don’t want to actually hurt anyone with your pranks.

Jax had started the first one with the ole bucket of water above the door prank, which you did not appreciate very much, and so began your series of pranks against each other. The others would avoid you two to not get caught in the crossfire, even if your pranks are harmless.

Now you two were in another prank war, which you accidentally started. You didn’t mean to, it just happened! You were just hoping this wasn’t going to last very long, but you weren’t going to just give up, no. No, you wanted him to give up first.

“Jax will not get the better of me.” You would tell yourself as you prepare your next prank. You had to keep an eye out for the smug boy so he wouldn’t ruin your prank. Unfortunately for you, Jax would not be the one on the receiving end of the prank, but rather a very unfortunate Caine who was making sure things were running smoothly and mostly checking on everyone, even if he won’t outright say it.

You were just waiting for Jax to show up, lightly tapping your foot in slight anticipation to what was about to happen, that is, until you heard a familiar voice, not one you were expecting at that moment. Not Jax’s, but Caine’s.

“Y/n! It is always a pleasure to see you!” You went to warn him about your “contraption” but the next thing you knew, the poor ringmaster was covered in glitter.

“Y/n.”

“Yes, Caine..?” You knew he wasn’t very happy.

“Oh (bonk!) kitten, did you end up getting Caine instead of little ole me?” You saw Jax standing in the doorway, trying his best not to (boop!) off.

“I’m sorry, Caine, you weren’t my target! I was trying to get Jax back for earlier!”

“I was wondering what you were up to after that. Saw ya working on something but you wouldn’t let me near it.”

“Yeah, that would ruin the whole thing.”

“Enough!” You two stopped talking and looked over at Caine, who had his arms crossed. “You two are going into… the time out zone!”

“What the (heck) is that?”

“You’ll see in a moment!” And with that, Caine snapped his fingers and both you and Jax were in a room. You took a look around, only to find… it was your room!

“Wait what? This is just my room.” You raised a curious eyebrow before sitting on the bed.

“I can’t believe he put us into time out, over what? A rather funny prank.” Jax crossed his arms and sat beside you

“Yeah, we’re not children.” You shook your head.

“That may be true, kit kat, but I’m not the one who pranked Caine.” Jax looked down at you, a bit of a smug smile on his face.

“That wasn’t my fault nor my intention! I was trying to get back at you!” You gave him a light, playful shove.

“But you’ve gotta admit,” Jax chuckled a bit, “his reaction was priceless! Unfortunately we won’t be able to do that again unless we want to be put into “time out” again.”

“Yeah, that is true.” You lie back, staring up at the ceiling.

“…thanks, Jax.”

“For what?”

“Making my time here more entertaining. If it wasn’t for you and our little pranks, I probably would’ve went a little crazy. I mean, sure, the others are nice, and are fun to be around, but not as much as you.” Jax was actually a bit surprised to hear you say that, but he brushed it off and pats your head.

“Of course, Y/n.”

“Though I think for now… we should call it even and have a truce for now.” You held your hand out to him.

“Fine, fine. Just so we don’t get into trouble with Caine again.” He took your hand into his own and shook it. You then proceeded to pull him down so that he was beside you.

“What are you doing, kitten?”

“Well, while we’re in “time out” we may as well just get comfortable for a bit.”

“You know I have a key to your room, right? So I could get us out of here.”

“Sure, but let’s just stay here for a while, relax, the others have no idea.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Jax shrugged and stared up at the ceiling. “Thanks… for sticking with me, Y/n.”

“It’s no problem, Jax.” You smiled softly and closed your eyes, not falling asleep or anything, just getting comfortable. The two of you ended up spending time together talking, and debating on what kind of shenanigans you’ll get into once you leave the room.

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Teasy Fezco with a lil smut mayhaps and also the line “are you blushing?”

Maybe him and the reader are like rolling joints or something and they keep staring at his lips and skfksnfnsjglj

Also hey! I love you! Thank you for being such an amazing author and I hope the holidays are going to treat you better then they have already :)

The way you phrase requests make me want to just write all of them. I love you and your requests. I hope you have a happy holiday season too!!!

"You're not rolling fast enough, hand it over." I snatch the rolling tray from Fez, funneling as much weed as I can into the rolling papers as he pauses, lips parting in quiet shock as he steps up to the counter that I'm seated atop.

"Damn, alrighty." He chuckles, watching me intently as I lift the rolled blunt to my lips, sealing it with a lick up the side of it. Fez's eyes widen briefly before flickering away from me entirely, choosing to look anywhere but my hands and my lips. "I don't know how the fuck you got so good at that." He whispers, reaching up to run his fingers along his lips before taking the blunt from me, shoving another pile of weed and another paper into my tray.

"Been practicing." I shrug, repeating the same on this blunt like I did the last, licking a stripe up the side before twisting the ends, passing it to Fez who quickly lights it up, destroying my hard work in a moments notice.

"Yeah? With who?" He asks, chest puffed and eyes wider than usual.

"Someone more patient than you." He scoffs at the wink that I throw his way, his eyes rolling in defiance but it just makes me want to push his buttons even more.

"I'm patient." He grumbles like a child, arms caging me in between him and the counter beneath me, his head tilting simply at me.

"Incorrect." I poke his chest, finger trailing against his sternum and he sucks in a breath, tongue brushing out across his lips.

"Yo, it's bothering me- tell me who you been seein'?" He asks, neck craning so his nose is an inch away from mine and I grin wickedly, reaching out to shove him away from me with a laugh.

"I'm messing with you. I've just been practicing whenever I go hang out with Kat and Maddy. I'm their designated roller." His anger quickly fizzles away at my excitement, and instead a proud smile takes over his expression, hands clapping between us.

"Damn, got me all proud and shit." He snickers, his smile warming my chest and my legs squeeze as tightly as they can to subdue the ache between them at his boyish grin.

I resume the job best I can, funneling weed in between the papers before handing them to Fez, his nimble fingers lift the joints to his lips before sealing them the same why I did but it's ten times more distracting, my own eyes now stuck on his lips.

That is, until I notice the red tinge on his cheeks.

"Fezco, are you blushing?" I ask with a dramatic gasp, deciding to tease him and ask questions later, reaching out to take the rolling tray from his hands so he has no choice but to look down at me.

"Well yeah, you keep staring at my fucking lips, man." He mumbles bashfully and I hop down from the counter before reaching out to fist some of his t-shirt in between my fingers, pulling him closer to me.

"You have nice lips." I whisper, fingers sliding down his chest so I can link my fingers with his with a naughty grin. He stutters, eyes squinting as he peers down at me, smoke billowing around us from his discarded joint beside us resting in the ashtray.

Speaking of Ashtray, thank god he isn't home.

"Are you high?" He asks lowly and sincerely, chest rising and falling in calm breaths, hands squeezing mine tightly in a reassuring message.

"No."

"Then how come you flirting with me?" There's a teasing vibe to his voice as he presses me against the counter behind me, the air in my lungs suddenly escaping me.

"Am I not allowed to?" He laughs at my question, eyes lowering to gaze at my lips as his hands travel to my hips, fingers dipping into the exposed skin of my waist, giving me a careful look.

"You're in dangerous territory right now."

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[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Hi Kat 👋

May I request prompt no. 5 for Levi Drabble challenge?

Thank you

ty for this. i need to write some fluff after writing a horrific angst piece

#5: “i really do love you”

Surprises | Modern!AU Hurt/Comfort Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ 1.4k ✧ notes ➼ modern!au, i give up on trying to keep these as drabbles

You've barely seen him for the past week or so. He came home to you and slept next to you, but that was about it. He'd be gone by the time you woke up and anytime you did get to sit down and have a meal next to him, he was distracted—either stuck in his head or on his phone.

Part of you told yourself that it was due to him being busy at work, but part of you knew that wasn't true. If it was work, he'd tell you. If it was work, he'd spend more dedicated time with you because he was busy and couldn't just passively do it like usual. He hadn't done any of that.

You weren't one to be paranoid. Levi was the last person you would ever think was being unfaithful or doing something behind your back—but you'd be lying to yourself if you said that those thoughts didn't cross your mind. You knew he was up to something, you just didn't know what that something was.

After another week, you couldn't take it anymore.

"Welcome home," you said dryly as you watched Levi come through the front door, about 3 hours late when compared to when he usually got off work.

Levi looked up at you as he shut the door behind him.

"You're up late."

"You're out late," you said, frowning, "again."

He grunted as he began to slide his jacket off.

"Work has been backed up recently. You know this-"

"-don't lie to me," you interrupted, your gaze now directed at the floor as you felt your frustration building. "I know you've been up to something. You haven't acted like this before and I don't know what changed, but something has."

You heard him walk towards you.

"What are you talking-"

"-at the very least, don't treat me like I'm stupid or naïve. If you're wanting to leave, then leave. If you're wanting to be with someone else, then go. Quit wasting my time if you're already sick of me."

You felt yourself shaking and you knew that if you kept going down this route, that you were just going to crumble to the floor in grief. You didn't want him to go and that's why it bothered you so much to even be having this conversation.

He sighed as he placed his hand on your shoulder, which prompted you to look back up at him.

"Come," he said, motioning towards the door. "I need to show you something."

You scoffed as you shrugged him off.

"I'm not interested in whatever excuse you have to make, Ackerman."

He gave you an unamused look.

"You will be," he said, slightly nudging you towards the door. "Trust me."

You squinted your eyes at him because you didn't trust him right now.

Regardless, you did humor him, curious as to what he had up his sleeve that would justify everything from this past month that culminated into your frustration.

You reluctantly rode in the car with him, keeping your arms crossed in frustration (and stubbornness) as you looked out the window.

Before long, you felt your body posture relax as you saw him pull into the park where you first met, after you had foolishly wandered off the pathway to look for your necklace that you had dropped. You remembered emerging from the woods onto a balcony that looked over the lake and being completely disoriented as to where you were. As you were turning around multiple times in confusion, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a low, husky voice on the other side of the balcony that simply said "you look fucking filthy" as he shot you a look of disgust.

You looked over towards Levi as he pulled up to that exactly balcony as guilt began to creep into your heart, coupled with the anxiety over what it was that he had been doing to contribute to the rift between you two.

The both of you walked out and he took your hand and walked you over to the edge of the balcony that looked over the lake, exactly where he stood all those years ago after immediately insulting you upon placing his eyes on you.

There wasn't anything special set up. You were literally just leaning on the balcony railing watching the stillness of the lake and the near perfect reflection of the moon over it as a gentle breeze traveled through your hair.

You looked over at him with a skeptical look in your eyes.

Your look immediately softened upon seeing a subtle pout on his face as he looked towards you, but not quite at you.

"What?" you asked.

It took him a few seconds to respond, as if he was thinking of what to say.

"I know how upset you've been and how busy I've been," he said quietly, still looking away, as if he was almost ashamed of the words coming out of his mouth. "I wanted to set something a bit more elaborate up to make up for it, but things just kept getting in the way."

You watched and listened as he began explaining the little inconveniences that he never seemed to be able to shake off while planning this.

He kept on getting interrupted or stopped by Erwin and Hange at work over trivial busywork that he couldn't avoid. Anytime he went to buy anything special, they were either out of stock or his car broke down (you've been meaning to get that fixed for months but never got to it). You never took the bait for him to lure you out here. It really seemed like fate set up all the cards against him when it came to planning this date.

A soft chuckle broke from you as you covered your mouth with your hand in a failed attempt to stifle it. Saying that you were relieved from your thoughts of the past few days was an understatement. It warmed your heart that he had put so much effort in an attempt to make this perfect for you.

"Is that why you were gone all night for the past few days?" you asked as a slight blush made its way onto your cheeks.

He looked away from you, still slightly pouting as a slight tint of red also became apparent on his cheeks. He scratched the back of his head in embarassment.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make this perfect for you," he said quietly. "I'm even more sorry for making you think I was doing things behind your back."

You waited for him to look back at you before speaking.

"You kinda were," you said with a shrug, shooting him a smile. "I'm sorry I went to assume the worst."

He was quiet as he looked at you, his eyes traveling to the various features of you that he loved and made his heart warm. You were one of the few things in his life that helped make him whole. He loved the way your eyes always seemed to be intensely gazing at whatever it is you were looking at. He loved the way that you slightly looked away whenever you were embarrassed. He even loved the way that you would find yourself awkwardly shuffling around when there were multiple people around you or the way you would press up against his arm when you felt surrounded.

He gently pulled you into a kiss, holding your face to him.

After a few seconds, he pulled away slightly, resting his forehead on yours and whispered.

"I really do love you."

You leaned into his touch, relieved to be against him again after days of longing for him.

"And I hope you never forget that," he spoke again, pulling you into another kiss.

As he fully shut his eyes while kissing you, he focused on the gentle feeling of your lips against his and on the cold air pressing against his skin in contrast to the warm feeling of your touch.

It had indeed been a stressful few weeks. He had poured his heart and soul into trying to make a perfect date for you to make up for all the time lost. Although he initially lamented at the fact that he had failed in that regard, he was finally coming to realize that although it wasn't perfect, this moment was more than good enough simply because you were there, pressing your lips against his and falling into his embrace—and he knew, from that point forward, that he was never going to let you go.

A/N: ok i think i've recovered from the angst after writing this

[a-aexotic]

heyyy i love your imagines so much can you write another katniss x female reader one? 🫶🏻🫶🏻

—cw: unedited 😐😐, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, kissing, idk what else LMAO just fluff

—a/n: hii!! thank u sm i love katniss she is actually my fav to write for LMFAOO im glad u requested this <3 i'm gonna write fluff this time, this is after the games!!!!!!!!! also i don't really have any knowledge about what exactly happens after mockingjay so this isn't exactly canon! ok enjoy LMFAO

Y/N WAS IN THE KITCHEN, PREPARING SOME DINNER. It was almost 5 pm and Katniss wasn't home, she was beginning to worry. She was out hunting, needing her time alone. She was supposed to be home almost an hour ago but she was taking her sweet time.

Usually, Y/N wouldn't mind Katniss taking longer hunting but she needed help with dinner because Haymitch and Effie were coming to eat. Y/N heard footsteps coming from the door, and it unlocks and she turns to see a very dirty Katniss. Dirt and mud dripping off her clothes.

Y/N's eyes widened and she gasped, she just cleaned the floors! "Katniss!" She ran up to her, checking her face for any sign of injury.

"I'm fine, just fell in some dirt." She put her hunting gear down, and sniffed the air with a delighted expression. "What's for dinner, princess?"

"Tomato soup and garlic bread, of course. It's Haymitch's favorite, he'll be very excited for it." Y/N walked back into the kitchen, Katniss following with a confused face.

"Why?" Katniss tried to sit down in the dining table but was grabbed by her girlfriend, disapproval on her face.

"Did you forget? Effie and Haymitch are coming down for dinner! I told you five times, Kitty, how could you forget?" Y/N tutted disappointingly. Katniss shrugged.

"Guess it slipped my mine, dear. Sorry. What can I do to make it up?" Katniss had a knowing look on her face, a smirk spreading her lips as Y/N shook her head, smiling.

"Help me with dinner first, Kitty. But first, clean up and come down as soon as you're done. They're coming at 6:30 so we better hurry."

Katniss sighed and nodded, going up for a quick shower. Y/N was pretty bored as she cleaned the mess that her girlfriend had made so she decided to put on some music.

As Katniss walked down, done with her shower. She saw Y/N finishing up dinner and she was suddenly overcome with contentment. She truly loved Y/N, and she looked so darn cute in that apron and pretty dress. Katniss's mouth morphed into a huge smile.

She looked so pretty with her hair made and a nice dress on. But no matter what Y/N looked like, Katniss would always think she was the most gorgeous lady in the world.

Katniss walked over and put her hand on her cheek, planting a quick kiss on her lips. "You look so pretty, honey."

Y/N blushed, looking down. They've been together for years but Katniss still made her blush like a schoolgirl seeing her crush. "Thank you, Kitty."

As if on cue, Katniss and Y/N's song came. Ain't no mountain high enough' by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell started playing and Y/N started laughing at how perfect this moment was.

Katniss grabbed her hand, twirling Y/N making her laugh even more. Katniss started singing loudly as they danced in the kitchen.

Listen, baby Ain't no mountain high Ain't no valley low Ain't no river wide enough, baby

Katniss sang Marvin's part very passionately, Y/N was laughing at her girlfriend as she sang along with Tammi's. They started setting the table as they danced.

If you're ever in trouble I'll be there on the double Just send for me, oh baby, ha My love is alive (Hoo) Way down in my heart Although we are miles apart If you ever need a helping hand

Katniss grabbed Y/N's shoulders as they sung loudly together. As the song ended they both started laughing loudly, crashing into the dining table chairs, sighing contently. "I love you, Kitty."

It was Katniss' turn to blush. "Love you more, gorgeous."

They heard a knock at the door and Y/N quickly got up, fixing her dress and taking off her apron. Katniss watched in admiration. She looked back at her, "Do I look alright-"

"You look more than alright, babe, you look stunning." Katniss smiled and took her hand, walking to the door to greet Haymitch and Effie.

[moon-is-a-cryptid]

Like dynamite

⭐️pairing: Bakugou katsuki x F!Reader

⭐️CW: fluffy, mentions of pregnancy from another fic

⭐️Type and A/N: adult au!, kinda a ‘when they met’ of Lavender and honey, same stuff as the reader has tattoos and piercings

Dividers used brought to you by: @cafekitsune 🥰(they have really cute dividers check them out 😩)

Katsuki walked with Kirishima on their normal patrol, his usual scowl seemed angrier than usual. Kirishima being the one to blame for that “Come on Kats you need to put yourself out there! Go on a date for once would ya?” Kirishima elbowed Katsuki making Katsuki huff. He had never been one for romance and hadn’t really thought about it until Kirishima had brought it up earlier in the week, how Katsuki needed to find someone to keep him out of the office so much. To which Katsuki brushed off saying he wasn't interested. But in all reality, it started to set in for Katsuki, especially when he came home to a dead quiet house only to lay lonely in his bed wishing he had someone there to hold, talk about his day with and eat dinner with.

These thoughts stewed in Katsukis brain as Kirishima continued on listing potential dates for Katsuki when in the distance Kirishima and Katsuki hear music and cheering. Looking at each other quizzically Kirishima asks “was there an event we were unaware of?” “not that i know of” Katsuki gruffs out “lets go check it out to be safe” Kirishima b-lined towards the noise Katsuki not far behind him.

What they come to is a crowd of people in the middle of the park with a pretty decent opening in the middle “What the hell is this? A mosh pit?” katsuki whispered to Kirishima, who only shrugged in response. They stood there in the crowd until the music starts playing again and someone speaks out “This one is a request since we have pro heroes dynamite and RedRiot In the crowd today” The song Dynamite by BTS playing over the speakers no movement is made until you make your way to the middle and start to dance the choreographed routine, people slowly made their way to join you but katsuki was only watching you move to the beat. Wearing one of his brand Dynamite workout tank tops and some workout shorts, the tank top shows off your colorful yet dull from fading tattooed arms and your hair is braided back showing off your pierced-up ears and gauges and a little gauntlet tattoo behind your ear. You donned snakebites, a bride piercing and an eyebrow piercing all orange spike from your skin. Katsuki was stunned by you as you took charge of the dance and mouthed along to the words. Kirishima placed his hand on Katuskis's shoulder “seems i dont have to set up a blind date for you Huh?” Kirishima snickered into his ear making Katsuki turn towards him with a glare as the music died down and cheers ensued.

You make your way through the crowd to your bag and water bottle as you sit down to take a few gulps and play on your phone, the sunlight that was beaming on you soon turns to shadows as Katsuki approaches. You smile up at him “hey Dynamite and RedRiot! You two enjoy the show?” you say wiping away sweat from your forehead. “Yeah we did! Whats your name? We might want some entertainment at the agency for an office party!” Kirishima smiles his signature toothy grin. “Y/n L/n but please just call me Y/n” you stand up taking your bag and bottle “i don’t usually do show for money but if you need some lessons id be no charge for our Pro’s” you nod to the Crowd cheering on a new dance “this is all for fun, I run a dance studio over on the main drag through town” Katsuki steps in “you got a card or something so we can contact you some time, im sure the sidekicks would enjoy some dancing lessons” his voice different from what you had heard on TV and through articles, he was calmer but the shifting of weight from one leg to another let on he was nervous about something. “Oh well i dont have any business card but-” you pulled out a pen and grabbed Katsukis arm, scribbling down on his Bicep he watched as a pink flush spread across your cheeks “here is my personal number, feel free to text me at any time, im usually up at most hours” you smiled letting go of his arm. Katsuki looked down at the number before pulling out his phone to place it in his contacts. “Well im sure you two need to be back on patrol. Ill be looking for your messaged” You waved and turned to make your way towards the main drag. Kirishima waves you off as Katsuki is typing away on his phone “i think you may have scored man” Kirishima turns towards Katsuki as they continue on their patrol.

Later in the evening, you're shutting off the lights to your studio at 9:30 pm as the last of your dance groups leave when a ‘ping’ goes off from your phone giving it a glace

Unknown:

Hey. its katsuki

You responded with a simple hey, as the texts went on you two texted throughout the days, meet ups for coffee and walks in the park included. Little did you know that those days spend texting would lead to you one day making Lavender Honey bread at 1 am, while carrying the first son of katsuki Bakugou.

Tag list 🏷️: @meggsngrits

Masterlist📝

Should I do a date scenario with this? I think this little ‘Katsuki has an alternative styled wife’ series thing I’ve got going on is fun 🥰

[neiptune]

hello!! this event sounds so fun and ur writing always make me smile (i read most of you write, even for characters that aren’t particularly my faves— ur writing is just so lovely!!) could i request the prompt “you would break your back to make me break a smile.” with yuuta (if you’ve watched the jjk movie!!) i hope you’re having fun with this event!

yuuta okkotsu x you would break your back to make me break a smile

a/n: i am so flattered, thank you for your kindness. you're the first person to request something jjk related and i wanted to share how excited i was when i received your message! i'm so happy i got to write this for you and i sincerely hope you like it as well <3

The cup is way too hot and you're forced to switch it from one hand to another, which is pretty fucking difficult per se considering the bag full of snacks you've been carrying across the entire goddamn campus.

You knock again, with your head, a small mark already forming close to your right temple. He opens the door shortly after, one fist lazily rubbing his left eye and a yawn he doesn't even attempt to lessen in size nor sound.

“Hey, what're you doing here?”, he mutters, only slightly surprised at the sight of you standing by his doorway.

You let yourself in, not even bothering to reply, as you're positive the skin of your fingertips is about to melt away. You're wearing a green beanie and the mustard-colored scarf Maki has gifted you for your birthday. It's an odd combination that hides half of your face but you like having the opportunity to avoid the inconvenience of a frozen nose and chapped lips.

Yuuta watches you place a cup and a bag on his desk as you unravel yourself from that giant scarf you walk around in almost daily. He finds it bizarre, really, the fact that you always bring just one cup.

“How can you even sleep so much? What're you, a freakin' dormouse?”, you exhale as you plop on his unmade bed, vigorously rubbing your hands in hopes of getting some warmth from the friction. His room is way colder than yours, probably the coldest of the entire school. You wonder if that's also Rika's fault but you know better than to ask such a question.

“It's not like I have much else to do when I'm not on mission”, he shrugs, eyes curiously darting to the wrinkled bag abandoned on his desk. Now, the content of the cup he can easily guess: it's usually either cocoa or green tea, the only exception having been the day he had a sore throat and you had left a mug of piping hot milk and honey on the floor, outside his room. But food? It varies too much. It's too early for dinner and way too late for lunch, so what could it be? Have you baked something? Is it even going to be dessert? What are the chances of finding those lime and pink pepper chips he loves so much in there?

“It's a little bit of everything”, you end his silent rumination with an amused expression, “caramel corn, dried plums, shredded squid, daifuku, those disgusting chips you like, matcha kit kats. Would you shut the door? I'm freezing”

Yuuta tilts his head slightly, pensive. Then he reaches out to grab both the coat resting on his chair and the cup.

“Let's take a walk”, he proposes, and you have to suppress the horrified expression threatening to take over your features. You have to keep quiet and wrap yourself in your scarf again, exit the room and wait for him to grab an umbrella as the first snow of the season is expected for the evening. You have to keep the dangerous excitement bubbling in your stomach at bay, remind yourself that it means nothing. Even if he never asks for anything. Even if he never suggests doing anything. Even if it's the first time he hasn't politely asked to be left alone after a few minutes of painfully standard small talk.

So you end up strolling through a glacial Tokyo, pace slow but comfortable. Yuuta blows on his cup before taking small sips and soon insists on getting you a coffee because if your breath has to take the shape of small, misty clouds floating before your lips, he might as well make sure their density increases while you don't freeze to death.

There's a lot you don't understand about each other. Yuuta doesn't get why you care for him so tenaciously, how on earth you can even breathe through that scarf, when you had the time to learn about his favorite snacks or birthday, how you can hold real conversations with Inumaki.

As you accept to sit next to him on the grass right at the edge of a quiet canal, despite the stinging wind that's burning your cheeks, you too think about the things you don't understand about Yuuta Okkotsu. How he can sleep so much and still walk around with such dark circles, why he believes a curse should be allowed to control his life and keep other people away till the end of freaking time, why he refuses to do anything about his hands being always cold. Sure, you can guess. You can believe that he's this freaky guy who enjoys splashing around in his own misfortunes and basks in the idea of being doomed to loneliness, unhappiness, the destiny of a hero willing to immolate his whole life in exchange for everyone else's safety. Yet, you choose not to on the very same day he steps foot inside the campus. The day you, along with each of your classmates, almost slashed his throat right then and there, incredulous at the darkness he had been allowed to carry inside your school.

Still, you choose not to. Because Yuuta Okkotsu is kind, bent and resigned to the weight dwelling on his shoulders, willing to smile at Panda's dumb jokes, disappointed in Maki's initial skepticism, skeptical himself of the excessive credit Gojo gives him. And so, what if you're unable to lift the burden that follows him everywhere? What if you can't dissipate the shadows weighing down his gaze? You can keep his hands warm. You can buy something nice to eat, visit his room from time to time, just to make sure he's doing alright in his stupid, stubborn, seclusion. You can take note of precious information and make the most out of it: what makes him laugh, what's best not to mention, the fact that he doesn't like brown as a color and finds your scarf weird. You're willing to collect pieces and put them together for as long as it takes.

“Thanks”, he murmurs after a while, “I do notice, you know”

“Notice what?”

You, everything. Always.

“The willingness to go out of your way for me”

“I don't do anything, really. Besides getting you those nasty chips, but only because no one in their right mind would buy them and I feel sorry for the shop owner”, you're quick to hide your face behind your coffee, taking a quick and long sip that ends up burning your tongue.

“You would break your back to make me break a smile”, he insists, with a boldness even he doesn't know where is coming from.

“Jeez, didn't know you thought so highly of yourself”, you face the other way as you speak, because you can feel the heat rising up from your throat to the very roots of your hair. And Yuuta sees right through your embarrassed sarcasm, but he has to fight back a smile just in case Rika sees through it too.

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His Future Wife (Part 4) - Yandere!Sonny Carisi x reader

Series Masterlist

summary: your pregnancy progresses and you eventually give birth to twin Carisi babies… alone

warnings: talk of abortion, rape mention, VERY vivid birthing description/scene

The next day, you and Sonny stood in the bullpen as Sonny announced his new job at the DA’s office, your pregnancy and your engagement.

Fin, Amanda and Kat seemed happy for you, each of them coming up and hugging the two of you. When Kat hugged you, she leaned into your ear and whispered, “but seriously? Carisi? You could do way better,” to which you laughed. If only she knew.

Liv smiled and congratulated both of you, but you didn’t miss the quizzical expression she wore when Sonny broke the news.

“Welcome to the mom’s club! Now you’ll finally be invited to our monthly wine nights,” Amanda teased.

“I never thought you wanted to be a mother, (y/n)?” Kat asked, narrowing her eyes.

“What can I say, Mr. Family Man over here convinced me!” you said with a tight smile.

“Let’s see that ring, huh?” Fin asked, and you showed the ring to your co-workers.

“Impressive, Carisi!” Kat exclaimed, and Sonny laughed. He put a protective arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“We’ll certainly miss having you here, Carisi,” Liv said.

“Hopefully I’ll be back, I’ve asked to be SVU’s ADA as soon as they’ll let me. And I’ll disclose to my new boss, of course.”

“Which reminds me (y/l/n), I’ll see you in my office in five and I can give you the paperwork,” Liv explained, giving you a tight smile and a pat on the shoulder.

As Liv left and the rest of the squad dispersed, Sonny leaned close to your ear.

“You know you gotta lie to her, unless you want daddy pulled through the ringer,” Sonny reminded you, and you nodded.

“I know, Sonny. You don’t have to worry about it, I’m not going to risk my family’s reputation.”

—

“Is there something you would like to tell me?” Liv began.

“Uh, I didn’t get an abortion. And I’ve changed my mind about that apartment, I’ll be moving in with Carisi. He still lives close by, just a nicer area. He’s got an extra room for the baby,” you explained, sitting motionless in the chair across from Liv’s desk.

“Is Carisi the father?”

“Yes, he is.”

“When we talked, it really seemed like you didn’t want a baby. Did Carisi do something to change your mind?”

“We talked about it and I decided that I want to keep it,” you stated simply.

“You know, if there’s something going on, you can tell me and—“

“Olivia, I’m fine, alright? In fact, I’m doing great. I’m engaged to the love of my life and I’m going to be a mother. So just be happy for me!” you exclaimed, standing up.

You just hoped that you could repeat those words enough times that you’d believe them.

—

Your pregnancy had been pretty shitty so far. At your first ultrasound with Sonny, you’d found out that you were going to have twins. Needless to say, you both cried at that appointment for different reasons.

You tried to preoccupy yourself by decorating the nursery, which would be big enough until the twins got a bit older. You avoided your parents and siblings, much to their dismay. You didn’t want to have to face them, didn’t want them to know you hadn’t gotten the abortion and were pregnant with twins.

You put the abortion money in an envelope with your dad’s name on it and left it in your parents mailbox to make it look like a re-payment.

Kat was a bit confused, since the two of you had always secretly made fun of Sonny, but she was still happy for you. You made it sound like a drunken hook-up turned partners falling for each other.

You felt sick constantly, and foods you usually liked smelled and tasted sour. You just wanted to rest, but you would rather be at SVU than your newly shared apartment with Sonny. Olivia had also given you a heads up that starting on month five, you would be restricted to desk duty. She was worried, as your pregnancy was high-risk.

Sonny, however, had been an angel. Waiting on you hand and foot no matter how absurd your request was, always getting you food depending on your cravings, spoiling you and showering you with affection.

He was overbearing at times, always stopping you before doing something or eating something to check if it was “okay for the baby.” He also made you take maternity pictures, which you hated doing because you felt huge and exhausted. He constantly quoted things his sisters had said about being pregnant or having babies or being a mother. But you didn’t even want to be a mother on the first place. And here you were, with a man fifteen years your senior, getting ready to have two of his kids.

Though you still hated Sonny for what he had done, sometimes you were so touch-starved that you would let him hold you or give you a kiss. You had to admit, it felt good to have his torso wrapped around you at night. He would lay with his hands on your stomach, whispering things to you about your babies. He often fell asleep in that position and honestly, it was really cute.

You and Sonny had both decided to wait to find out the genders until the babies were born, so you had only brainstormed names. You had two picked out for each gender, and Sonny had insisted on picking Italian names.

It was so obvious how excited Sonny was to be a father compared to you. He forced you to attend Sunday dinners if you weren’t working, insisting that you were part of the family now. You met his niece Mia, who was only four years younger than you, and you immediately hit it off. She was attending Hudson, and you bonded over having attended rival schools.

His mother loved you, and told Sonny how lucky he was every chance she could. Teresa and Gina were a bit critical of you and your age, Gina even making a snide comment that you were after Sonny because of the money he’d be making at the ADA’s office. If only she knew the truth.

But Bella, she was your new best friend. The first time she met you, she brought you into a great big hug and gave you a box full of baby clothes and toys that her daughter had grown out of.

She was only ten years older than you at 35, but she constantly reassured you that you were in the right place for your age.

“Lemme tell ‘ya, I waited around for Tommy for ten years. I mean, he’s the love of my life, but it fuckin’ sucks to be pregnant when you’re older. My body didn’t bounce back like yours will,” she sighed, shaking her head.

You loved Sonny’s family, they were sweet for the most part and welcomed you into their tight-knit family like you were one of their own.

—

When you reached seven and a half months, the doctor ordered you to be put on bedrest. You had nothing better to do so you were able to work on some cases remotely, but for some reason, Sonny didn’t trust you to be home alone. He was too worried you’d run.

Once you officially started bedrest, Sonny began locking you in the apartment from the outside and taking your key. You could only upload case files to SVU’s drive, as Sonny had taken your phone and disabled texting and emailing features on your computer. You were pissed, but too pregnant and immobile to fight.

One day, about eight months into your pregnancy, Sonny had gone into work to deal with a stubborn witness who refused to testify for a trial that had already started. You had been working on a file for one of your old cases when suddenly, a gush of liquid burst out from your vagina.

You held your stomach in fear, protective of the babies that you hadn’t yet given birth to. You realized, this was it. You were about to give birth.

You pounded on the door for help, trying to break it down unsuccessfully. Most of your neighbors were probably at work. Great. Sonny wouldn’t be home for another few hours.

“Ahhh, ouch!” You winced, holding yourself up by the kitchen counter. You wished there was a phone or something, anything that could connect you to the outside world.

You began filling up the bathtub with water, coming to a rapid realization that you were going to have to give birth to these babies inside your apartment.

“AGHHH SHIT!” you screamed, keeling over as much as your belly allowed. You stripped down to your bare skin and climbed into the tub, breathing heavily and crying.

You pushed for an hour, maybe two, intermittently as the contractions hit. Blood and fluids leaked out occasionally as you swore hell upon Sonny’s name. First he rapes you, then he doesn’t even have to put up with you giving birth? Just the thought of it made you incredibly angry.

You screamed even louder, watching as your first baby’s head popped out. You sobbed, attempting to push harder and pull them out of you.

When the baby finally came out, you sighed in relief. You glanced down and realized she was a girl, your little Serafina. Your fiery daughter, a fighter, named after Sonny’s mother. Sonny’s mother had taken you in like her own daughter, and it just felt right.

You brought Sera up to your chest as she wiggled around, eyes closed. Her tiny hand wrapped around your finger as your tears plopped on her head gently. She was on the small side, of course as a preemie. But she looked healthy, and you had faith that she would be okay.

You felt like you were outside of your body, not giving birth to two children alone in a bathtub. You told yourself that you just had one more, one baby left to bring into this world. And then, you would be done. You would certainly never have any more kids, not ever. You’d rather chop Sonny’s dick off than let him near you again.

You resumed pushing and screaming, but was suddenly interrupted when you heard a loud knock on the door.

“NYPD, OPEN UP!”

It wasn’t anyone from the squad, but you couldn’t open the door. You just had to keep pushing, as your second baby was fighting their way out.

A second later, you heard the door get knocked in and heavy footsteps pounded towards the bathroom door. Sera rested above your breast, squirming around as you attempted to birth your second child.

“AGHH!” you screamed, weaker than the first few times. You were losing your fight, and your bones became weak. You tried not to focus on all the blood that was in the tub.

“She’s in here!” a masculine voice yelled, and suddenly the door swung open. There stood three NYPD officers, two men and a woman, with wide eyes.

“Please there’s— I-I’m having another one,” you sobbed as another cop, a sympathetic looking woman in her fifties, knelt down next to you. Her haircut was similar to Olivia’s, which made you sad. If Olivia was here, she would help you.

You clutched Serafina closer to your chest, worried one of the cops would try to take her.

“Olivia please c-call Sonny at the DA’s office. Call SVU too, I’m NYPD,” you said to the other man.

“We need a bus!” the Olivia-looking woman yelled.

“On it’s way!” one of the men shouted back.

“I’m here, okay. Don’t worry, I’m here to help you,” she said.

You gripped the sides of the tub for dear life, screaming as you pushed out the second baby.

The woman tried to lean over and retrieve the baby, but you reached down and pulled them out on your own. Bringing the new baby to your chest, you realized it was also a girl.

“Valentina, my strong baby. Valentina Carisi,” you sobbed, holding both of your newborn daughters to your chest as you sobbed, body filled with pain.

All of a sudden, everything went black.

—

“A neighbor called it in, said he heard banging coming from the inside of the front door and loud screaming,” Liv explained, entering the elevator with Sonny and Kat trailing behind her.

Sonny knew how this looked. His wife, an SVU cop, trapped in their apartment and forced to give birth. He felt so much guilt that he was almost blinded by it. He couldn’t imagine you there, alone with two babies. He would’ve checked his nanny cam app, but he’d been in court the entire afternoon.

“Any idea why she didn’t call 911, Carisi?” Kat asked pointedly.

“Look, I’m sure her phone prolly died. It’s been actin’ up lately,” he sighed.

“Oh, and that would explain how she ended up locked into your apartment?”

“She gets night terrors, okay? She’ll get up and sleep walk, almost walked out onto the street once. I lock it from the inside so she can’t open it in the middle of the night. Sometimes it gets locked by accident before I leave,” Sonny explained, rolling his eyes.

He was so fucking tired of Officer Tamin, but she did bring up some points that were hard to defend. She just didn’t understand the way your relationship worked, that was all.

—

When he reached the hospital with Liv and Kat, Sonny took off running.

“Where is she?” He yelled at the nurses, giving them your first and last name.

“Upstairs in room 213, down the hallway to your right,” the nurse explained, but Sonny had already taken off running.

He reached the door swinging it open and pausing in the doorway. There you lay, looking pale and exhausted but healthy, with two swaddled babies in your arms.

“Sonny, meet Serafina and Valentina Carisi. Your daughters,” you said, giving him a small smile. You might’ve been pissed at him, but you couldn’t deny how adorable it was that Sonny was now crying silent tears, looking at his daughters as if he might break them.

“This one’s Serafina, she’s older by about ten minutes. She has a little freckle on her cheek, right here,” you pointed out as Sonny gently picked her up out of your arms.

“And this is Valentina, the younger one. She’s got a little birthmark on her arm,” you pointed out.

“Doll, I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am—“

“Save it, Dominick. It’s over.”

“No, I… here,” he began, pulling a chair up next to you with his free hand.

“The first time I met you, I knew you were the one. It’s cheesy, but I will never forget leaning over and catching sight of you sizin’ up me and Rollins,” he laughed, and you joined in with a weak laugh.

“I have never met anyone else like you. You’re brave, smart, kind, motivated and strong. I’m so lucky you’re my fiancée and the mother of my daughters. I love you. I’m so sorry you had to do this all on your own,” Sonny explained, sniffling a bit.

“The doctors said I lost a lot of blood. They said something was wrong with my blood pressure or something and I might not be able to have kids again,” you explained.

Sonny stared at you with a worried expression, then handed Serafina back to you. You watched as he took off his shoes and climbed into your hospital bed, nudging you over.

“You do realize they’ll probably yell at you, right?” you explained as Sonny reached for Valentina.

“They can yell at me if they wanna,” he shrugged.

“And you do realize that babies poop and vomit, right? All over that expensive three-piece suit of yours,” you laughed.

“My fiancée just gave birth to healthy, beautiful twins. I think baby shit on my suit is the last thing on my mind,” he promised, wrapping his arm around you and bringing you and Serafina closer to his chest, next to where he cradled Valentina.

“Thank you for puttin’ me on the birth certificates,” Sonny whispered.

“You are their father, nothing changes that.”

“But still, ‘ya coulda kept me off and ‘ya didn’t, so thank you.”

chapter 5 linked here

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Domino [Romance Arc] Part 2 [Unfinished]

Katsuki doesn't know how to react as he continues to choke his friend who kept making shitty knock knock jokes

honestly he was a second away from helping Denki knock knock on heavens doorstep

But his cries for help were drowned out by the sight before him 

Deku

nerdy little freckled Deku

The dorkiest man he's ever met

actually dressed... nice

Kyoka happily welcomes him into the garage, letting Deku pick whichever seat he wanted

Deku bows at the band, introducing himself formally to everyone and rambling about something 

Katsuki was too distracted to even pay attention to

It seemed to make the band laugh and Deku embarrassed

he wished he was paying attention but whoever was writing this was probably running low on braincells for good dialog

Denki wheezes: Dude-kah! seriously I'm gonna pass out 

Katsuki snaps out of his zoned out state and lets go of Denki, watching the electric blond flop onto the floor and gasp for air

Denki: Dick!

Katsuki: Vagina

Izuku: Kacchan!

Katsuki: Deku

Momo: Waffles!

Kyoka: Pancakes

Denki: Help?

Fumikage: I don't have an antonym for that 

Katsuki chooses to ignore the idiots and stares down at Deku, eyeing out his outfit, unaware of how his staring made Deku more nervous

Izuku: T-Thanks for inviting me-

Katsuki: Is that my shirt

Kyoka: Okay, I wasn't gonna bring it up but I was wondering that too 

Izuku quickly fumbles and looks down at his shirt, laughing nervously as he pulls on it: yeah well, Uraraka-San thought it would look nice with my flannel

Momo: It looks lovely! Though I never expected this style from you Midoriya-kun

Fumikage: mhm I usually see you wondering school as sheep bathed in sunshine

Denki gets up from the floor and wraps his arm around Deku: Yeah, KittyKats told me you dressed like an elementary school teacher

Katsuki: Your days are numbers

Denki brushes it off and turns to Deku: then I better introduce myself! 

Denki pulls away and starts shaking izuku's hand with excited vigor: Kaminary Denki! Lead electric G. At your service!

Izuku gives Katuski a pout for the comment before shaking Denki's hand: Midoriya Izuku! Apparently lead to a bunch of elementary kids 

Denki brightens and looks at Katsuki: He's funny. Can we keep him?

Katsuki: You wanna keep all your teeth?

Kyoko: Oookay! Now that our audience is here, let's all get into positions before Kats commits homocide

Fumikage: I get dibs on Kami's body for sacrifice 

Momo shakes her head at the group and leads Deku to sit by their table of snacks

Katuski still had his eyes on him as he goes behind the drums, unable to keep his gaze off Deku as he sits awkwardly and excitedly waits

Has his legs always been so... 

Kyoka: Hey Midoriya! You got any song requests? We can play virtually anything if one of us knows it

Izuku shakes his head: Oh no no it's okay! I just wanna hear you all play what you usually play. It's exciting just to watch a band up close

Momo: You've never watched a band play before?

Izuku shakes his head again: Not live. This is my first!

Denki buzzes with excitement and plays a quick rift on his guitar: Then we better make it the best damn performance! We're taking your BandVirginity after all

Kyoka: KATS PUT THE CHAIR DOWN

Yeah

This was gonna be one hell of a performance

Izuku couldn't wait to watch everyone play!

But his eyes only stuck to one performer

Kacchan is so cool!

---------------

Izuku sits awkwardly on the stool Momo had provided for him, he had no idea where she got it from but given it was a fairly crowded garage, it was just stored behind somewhere he couldn't see

Which was weird since his newly enhanced senses gave him one hell of a visual map of the room

He tried to contain his excitement, being hyperaware of everything in the room, especially of Kacchan

He could feel the electricity buzzing through every instrument and mic, the vibration of strings, and especially the light taps of the drums.

He couldn't help but grip at his jeans, practically vibrating with excitement, something everyone in the room noticed immediately.

Izuku was like a lighthouse shining in the dark of Kyoko's punk rock garage. Not even the skull shirt dimmed his ever glowing presence.

Momo hums delightedly as she tests her keyboard: Has he always been this bright?

Fumikage moves the amps in a better possition: Not that I ever noticed. But his sunny decomposition is oddly infectious... It's concerning 

Denki arranges some wires that got tangled around him: I think it's great! Getting tired of being the only sunshine around here

Kyoka giggles and glances towards Izuku who seemed very occupied with taking every detail of the room

Despite he's incredible hearing, Izuku was completely lost in thought to even acknowledge he was being talked about

He was in his own little daydream, imagining a variety of songs the band could play. His mind conjured up a music video in his own head 

He could see it so clearly in his mind's eye. Sparks flying with every rift of their strings, keys flying notes across the sky, Kyoka's voice bringing the melody together, all the while Kacchan carried the rhythm with perfect precision 

He was so caught up in his day dream that the sound of heavy drums had him jolt from his seat into attention

His eyes focused and locked on piercing red ones from across the room

The owner of those eyes smirked 

Izuku was glad his shoes stuck to the floor because he was sure he would've fallen off his chair

//How long was Kacchan looking at me? Oh crap I was spacing out!//

Katsuki: Oi! Deku! Back to reality nerd! You came here to listen so fucking LISTEN!

Izuku: YES KACCHAN!!! 

Izuku straightened up, full attention on the band who had finished their set up

Denki chuckles: You gonna call him a good boy too, Kacch-

Katsuki: I will throw you in a bath of acid

It was promise. Not a threat

Kyoka: Whatever Rick Sanchez. Start us up, will ya? 

Katsuki tsked, but with a final glance toward Izuku, he raises up his drum sticks and taps them in a beat

The second they hit the drums, it was like an explosion

Izuku had never been happier to be caught in one

-------------------

With a final riff from Denki, the song ends and the musicians let out a breath

They didn't expect an applause, giving they only had an audience of one, but they were focused on the silence that followed

Katsuki didn't have a view of their audience but he waited with baited breath

If he had dog ears, they would've perked up at the sound of a tiny gasp

Izuku: THAT WAS INCREDIBLY!!!

Katsuki couldn't see his reaction behind Denki's stupid ass blocking Deku from his field of vision

Well, that was until Deku himself was zipping around the room in frantic joy

It was like white noise watching the nerd suddenly get a burst of energy, rattling off about their performance. Funny, he doesn't recall liking white noise

Doesn't recall Izuku being so energetic either. Glowing. Bright

Vibrant

Katsuki: annoying 

Denki, with his death wish, smacks him on the back and leans on him: Oh don't be such an ass! We've never had a fan before and we already got our number one!

Katsuki promptly shoves him off but doesn't stop him from being close: He's going in analysis mode. Watch yourself 

Denki: oohh what? Is he gonna psycho analyze our performance or something like my therapist?

Katsuki: No. Cause you don't have one. But he's got a motor mouth and no breaks

Denki pats his shoulder and joins the group: Then better catch the speed limit

Katsuki sits there processing his words:... The fuck does that even mean?!

But he doesn't get his answer and instead gets up and goes to grab water. His attention was away but his ears were sharp and listened to Izuku ramble on and on, asking questions and making observations.

His observations were treated as complements. Why wouldn't they? How often does someone notice the little quirks you have when you do something you're passionate about? Deku was always good at that

Pin pointing the little details and pulling them to the surface

Annoying

Smart 

Izuku: KACCHAN!

Katsuki: EAT SHIT AND DIE!

Momo: Bakugou!

Katsuki rubs his hand down his face while Izuku laughs it off like a joke: Reflex. The fuck do you want?

Izuku beams: I just wanted to say how amazing you were! Your beat-

Katsuki: do NOT start cause it will never end 

Izuku pouts but looked determined: Come on Kacchan! I know you don't need your ego stroked with how big it is already, but let me show my admiration the Deku way

Katsuki could faintly hear Kyoka choke and Denki wheeze.

Denki: MIDORIYA YOU MADLAD!  

Katsuki wasn't sure if that wording was intentional or not and chose to ignore it, throwing his drum stick at Denki, hitting him smack in the face: CAN IT, YOU WALKING BATH TOASTER! And you!

He points an accusatory finger at Izuku who seemed... Oddly amused

Why was it so warm 

Deku only ever looked like that around him when he was Deadpool. Confident, sure of himself, ready to snap back and level Deadpool eye to eye

Katsuki didn't have his mask. He couldn't hide how oddly comforting that was

But also how it made him feel weird inside 

Katsuki resorts to flicking Izuku's forehead: Save your creepily specific compliments later. This is just a warm-up. We'll blow you out of this goddamn garage

Izuku had this sparkle in his eye that was only magnified by his glasses: I don't doubt it, Kacchan. Blow away 

Katsuki swore he heard Fumikage start coughing and giggling. Could also hear Kyoka going 'Jose Fernando Christ!' in a wheeze

It all kinda turned into a blur after Denki said 'Blow hard, Blasty!' and was now being chased around the yard by Katsuki, with his own guitar 

Izuku's heart was hammering in his chest

He took the bright red color of Katsuki face as an indication his attempt at flirting was working

He was gonna thank Shoto for the pickup line book he lent him ------------------------ Izuku couldn’t have been more happy drinking cool soda and talking with the band he learned a whole lot about the small group just listening to them play, talk, and jam together He learned that it was actually Denki who came up with the idea of forming the band a couple months back, having met Kyoka through Katsuki in, what the hotheaded blond described as, an “Unfortunate pokemon encounter” Kyoka shared classes with Momo and Katsuki and managed to convince (”I was blackmailed!” Kacchan had snapped) them to join Fumigake knew Denki from back in high school. Funny enough, neither of them knew how to play an instrument but Denki was determined to make it work reguardless Then there was Kacchan Momo: He was a real show off if I’m being honest Fumigake: His blades were drum sticks and he wields them with an odd air of mastery Kyoka: Mastery and assery. Bosses us around for someone who sits back Denki: I didn’t even know he could play! Reversed Sociologied him into proving me wrong Katsuki: It’s reverse psychology you elementary school drop out! And you didn’t do shit! I just got tired of you assholes thinking I couldn’t do it! Izuku laughs at all this, having founds their dynamics all so fun. It was nice. He knew how people back home would always take Katsuki’s way of speaking as disrespectful and rude. Izuku himself used to fear him for it but understood him to a certain level He was glad to know Kacchan had found himself friends who understood how to speak his Hulk too Katsuki: The fuck does that mean, pip squeak?! Izuku covers his mouth and tries not to laugh along with everyone, surprised to see Kacchan’s ears burning pink That was good! Right? Izuku held so much hope in his little heart He couldn’t wait to show Kacchan ----------

[bluenet13]

Love in the Line of Duty (a Chenford Valentine’s Day Story)

Despite Tim's careful planning, unsolicited suggestions from their friends, and their anticipation for the occasion, Tim and Lucy never make it to their Valentine's Day dinner.

AO3

Tim climbs the hill with the most advantageous view of the space below and crouches behind a tree, his eyes never straying too far away from the people he's watching. He looks on proudly as Lucy expertly takes down one of their marks from her position hidden behind some metal barrels and follows it with his own two shots. One hits its mark but the other bounces off the ground and misses its destination completely.

Before he can pull the trigger again, his attention is pulled to the roof of one of the buildings that overlooks the field. He sees a spark of sunlight hit the weapon on someone's hand and shouts a warning, "Lucy, get down!"

Lucy tries to dodge to the side, but there isn't much space in her hiding spot and instead Tim sees her slump forward, two smudges of red coloring her side. Minutes tick by as he waits for movement, but the only motion that comes is Lucy's body hitting the ground hard.

"Shit," Tim mutters, because this is not at all how he had planned to spend their first Valentine's Day together.

-x-x-x-

January 28

It had taken Tim one deployment to realize that giving up your life for the greater good also meant giving up your holidays. As a cop, things hadn't changed much, and he had been forced to miss many holidays in his time with Isabel.

The first few years of their relationship, and then marriage, had been good. But even then, they rarely got to celebrate on the actual day. It was usually at least a day or two early or late, but they had been together, and they had been happy. Until they were not.

It had started with a year in which they got fast food takeout for Christmas because they had been too tired to do anything else. And the problem wasn't the takeout, because they both loved their In-N-Out. It was more so the fact that he ate in his truck, and she locked herself up in their room. It was followed by a New Year's Eve where they didn't make it past eight, with him falling asleep on the couch while she took the bed. Then, a Valentine's Day that wasn't celebrated until March 14th. And it all ended with a year in which Tim spent all his holidays alone.

The memory hurts now, but it taught him that with Lucy, he wants things to be different, better, from the start. And by the power of God, or maybe Commander Grey and Lieutenant Pine, they both have Valentine's Day off.

Early one Saturday morning, he shoots her a text. "Don't make plans for the 14th." Quick and simple. He smiles, pleased.

Her response is immediate, and he smiles until he actually reads it. "14th of March? April?" That little devil, he thinks, and that's just the emoji Tim sends, followed by the blue heart and the cup of wine.

Belatedly, he remembers that Lucy once said that she used to spend Valentine's Day with Jackson, on the couch, watching rom-coms and eating overpriced holiday candy and junk food. And that it's now a tradition she shares with Tamara.

So, Tim quickly sends her another text. "Tell Tamara you can watch your corny movies on the 15th after shift. I'll bring the discounted candy."

"Who says you're invited?" Tim frowns, but before he can even begin typing an answer, Lucy sends another text. "Who am I kidding? You're always invited." Followed in quick succession by, "Don't forget the Lava Cake Kisses and Tamara's Raspberry Crème Kit Kats."

Lucy follows up the three texts with the smiley face with the three hearts and Tim's face inadvertently breaks into his best imitation of the emoji. He shakes his head, wondering when he reverted back to a smitten teenager, and sends her a final text, promising to do as requested.

-x-x-x-

As soon as Lucy feels the pain on her side, she knows she's been hit. The stickiness clinging to her shirt is another dead giveaway. She had heard Tim's shout and tried to run to safety, but the projectile had been faster.

She tries to get up, but her breathing is already shallow, and she only manages a step before she falls hard against the ground. Nearly out of breath and with her side burning, she allows herself a few seconds before she quickly gets up and takes cover behind a rundown shed.

Lucy isn't sure how long it will be able to protect her, but it is the best she can do with limited resources. Crouching so as not to be seen, she begins to assess her injuries. She winces as she removes the extra layers above her shirt and gently touches her side, wishing she could go back to a time when her biggest concern was her friends' inquisitive questions.

-x-x-x-

February 2

Lucy sits across from Angela and Nyla at a high table at a bar and quietly sips her Cosmopolitan. The conversation has just moved from Jack and Leah and baby pictures and now they're recounting their latest case. She laughs in all the right places, even asks a question or two as they go back and forth, but eventually sighs as she checks her phone and sees her notifications empty. She was supposed to be at dinner with Tim, but his case had run late so she had ended up joining the detectives for their usual girl's night, Wes and James having taken the kids to a movie.

Lucy checks her phone again a few minutes later, doing her best to hide her disappointment when Tim still hasn't texted, and sets it face down on the table.

That seems to be the sign Lucy hadn't known Angela was waiting for because she suddenly grins and turns to face her with an interest that makes her feel a little uneasy. "So, what are you girls doing for Valentine's Day?" Angela asks excitedly, making Lucy wonder if she's got fantastic plans already or if there's an ulterior motive to her question.

"Oh, James is taking me to dinner and Donovan is having Leah sleep over. Lila is very excited to show her little sister some changes she made to her room," Nyla says, then turns to look at her expectantly.

Lucy squirms in her seat and makes sure to level her voice as she explains, "No plans. You already know Chris and I broke up."

Angela and Nyla nod but their matching grins have Lucy's defenses rising. Her suspicions are proven correct when Angela shakes her head, looking at her with an amused smile. "I wasn't talking about Chris."

Lucy's eyes narrow as she tries to figure out if they can possibly know something and, if so, how much. She takes a sip of her drink then another and another, trying to buy herself time. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not seeing anyone." They had decided to keep things a secret and Tim hasn't said otherwise so she's willing to go down with their lie.

Angela shakes her head disappointedly, and Lucy knows she's planning her next move, but it's Nyla who speaks next. "We already know you're dating Tim."

Lucy's glad she hadn't been drinking then, or she's sure she'd be choking right about now. Nyla sounds matter of fact, which really doesn't surprise her, but there's a slight inflection to her tone that makes Lucy suspect she's only trying to make it sound like a fact, while in reality she's asking a question. "I don't know what you're talking about," she repeats, playing it cool, even if butterflies are making a ruckus in her belly.

Angela signals the bartender and asks for two vodka doubles, then adds, "Tim told me. There's no need to hide anymore."

Lucy has the distinct feeling this is how suspects feel while interrogated by the detective pair and considering she's guilty as charged she should be looking for a way to get out of this conversation, but she knows her friends are not about to back down. "There's nothing to tell," she tries, knowing Tim would have said something.

"Okay, he didn't tell me, not voluntarily," Angela says, accepting their drinks from the bartender and thanking him as she sets one in front of Nyla and pushes the other towards Lucy, grabbing her water and taking a long sip. "I questioned him, and he caved."

"Uh-huh." That sounds more like it, Lucy thinks, but is almost sure Tim would have mentioned it. She smiles at her friends and slowly begins drinking her vodka, biding her time and hoping she doesn't break first.

Surprisingly, it's Nyla who gives in before the other two. She throws her arms in the air and makes a sound that can only be described as a petulant whine. "Oh, come on, you had like five people quit or switch positions only to get Tim a new job."

"Yeah. And?" Lucy wonders, matching Angela's amused smile. "I would have done the same for you both if you were miserable at your new jobs."

Angela nods and pats her hand. "And we appreciate it, but that's not the point."

"We have seen the glances, the near touches. Your personal space was always this side of unprofessional but now it's basically nonexistent." Nyla piles on and Lucy realizes they're really not that good at hiding themselves. But they must be good enough because the other two are clearly grasping at straws now.

"You two almost kissed when he gave you the news!" Angela states, and Lucy just shrugs, grateful she possesses an uncanny ability to infuriate others, as she's done with Tim oh so many times.

Angela huffs and Nyla groans, and Lucy only smiles wider in return. "You're really not going to tell us?" Nyla asks incredulously. "I thought we were friends."

So,  they're over playing bad cop and now into the good cop routine, Lucy realizes. Glad her college degree and UC skills come in handy when it comes to calling their bluff. "There's nothing to tell," she repeats, getting up from the table when she feels her phone vibrate. "But if there was, I'd say he's taking me to dinner in Malibu, then for a walk on the beach, before we end up with a movie on his couch. And maybe other activities in his bedroom. I got him a gift that we got to try out."

Lucy winks and excuses herself to the bathroom, leaving two wide-eyed detectives in her wake.

-x-x-x-

Tim isn't worried at first, but the moment Lucy stumbles and falls, his world is reduced to slow motion. He hears the echo of his own scream, then, just as suddenly, the victorious chants of the others as they celebrate. He isn't sure how he missed the one person who had Lucy in sight, but he had fucked up, and there is no denying it.

Even from a distance, Tim can see the pain etched on Lucy's face, but she doesn't make a sound. And he knows he has to act fast. He quickly makes his way down the hill, using trees, bushes and anything else he can find for cover.

Tim grumbles and ducks behind a boulder when he hears people coming. Forced to sit back and wait, he thinks back to the previous week and their friends' antics and wishes he had paid attention to their suggestions.

-x-x-x-

Week leading up to Valentine's Day

Tim Bradford prides himself in being a romantic man. Not when asking the wife who broke his heart for a divorce or when trying to convince her to open up to him for the millionth time. Not with a girlfriend who tries to get him to change every other date, or move to the other side of the country, or retire at the first injury she sees. And certainly not when he's playing a drug trafficker or practicing going undercover. But for the right girl, the one who's given him his heart back alongside hers, Tim can be the most romantic man on the planet.

For Lucy Chen, Tim calls in three favors, promises two of his own, and exchanges some of his Rams' tickets to get them seats at one of Malibu's most sought out restaurants. And he does all that for a place that offers mostly fish and vegetables and only has two steaks on the menu. But unfortunately, his friends don't know that, and he can't as well just tell them since he and Lucy are not supposed to be anything more than friends.

It all starts on Monday morning. Tim closes the door to his truck and walks to the elevator, then hears Harper's voice asking to hold the door for her. He does and a minute later she steps inside, holding a box full of folders. "Need help?"

Harper shakes her head but pushes up to look at him over the top of the box. "No, thank you. But if you do, let me know." He must give her a confused look because Harper smiles and adds, "For Valentine's Day. I know Lucy so if you need help shopping for a gift just give me a call."

The elevator pings its arrival and Harper is out and walking away before Tim can even pick his jaw from the floor.

Then it's Thorsen on Tuesday. They're standing in line at the food trucks when Thorsen turns to him with an apprehensive look. Tim wants to tell him not to bother with whatever it's he wants to say, but before he can make up his mind about it, Thorsen is already going on about a guy. "Hey, I know the guy that manages a lot of the top restaurants in LA, let me know if you need help with a reservation."

Tim shuffles on the spot, flustered and unsure what to say. "Uhh… okay? Thanks?" He mutters, trying to maintain his signature brand of stoic indifference, but Thorsen pays him no mind as he's in the middle of offering the services of his flower guy, chocolate boxes guy, and more surprisingly, even when it really shouldn't, his limo guy.

Then it's Juarez and Bailey. On Wednesday, he runs across Celina in the hall outside of booking, and she spouts some nonsense about horoscopes, compliments him on how beautifully his and Lucy's auras have aligned recently and hands him a list of presents for her moon sign, before running behind Nolan and conveniently avoiding him for the rest of shift. Then that afternoon he gets a text from Bailey reminding him which wine Lucy liked the last time they went to a barbecue at Nolan's. At that one, Tim rolls his eyes and sends a simple 'thank you', almost pointing out that he's known all of Lucy's favorites for years.

And it's like all of his friends had planned this and decided to leave the worst for last because on Friday morning Grey calls him to his office and asks how things are going.

"Everything is going well, sir," he answers, pleased to report good news even if the commander is technically not his boss anymore. "Already acclimated to the new unit and hopefully making a positive impact."

Grey nods his understanding and lets out a barely suppressed grin. "That's good to hear, but that's not what I meant."

"Sir?" Tim asks, confused.

"I meant you and Officer Chen," Grey says simply, hands folded over his desk and his expression calm as if they were just talking about the latest Dodgers game. "I've paired a lot of officers, and some have grown up to have great partnerships, if I do say so myself, but this is the first time one extends past the doors of Mid-Wilshire. So, you can say I have a lot riding on this."

Tim chokes on his next breath and Commander Grey chuckles, passing him a bottle of water. "We're doing well, sir," Tim says eventually, absentmindedly wondering if that's why he saw Grey passing Smitty a $20 bill last week.

"Well, that's good to hear. Luna and I have been to some very nice hotels in towns within driving distance of LA, just so you know, if you ever need a recommendation," Grey offers and Tim wonders if he's somehow crossed into the Twilight Zone. "Now, you're dismissed. Stay safe out there."

And just like that the conversation ends as if they had just talked about the latest case and not Tim's love life. He nods and leaves Grey's office looking positively dumbstruck.

Then on Friday evening, Tim is sitting alone in his new office, going over some paperwork, when he sees Angela walking to him. Instantly he wishes he was out on patrol where she couldn't do whatever she's about to do. This has been a long week and Tim is over being ambushed by his so-called friends.

"Timothy," Angela calls as she walks inside and pushes the door close behind her. She sits down on the corner of his desk like it's her office too and sets her hands expectantly on her knees. "Need any tips for Valentine's Day?"

Tim knows they're past the point of denying it, but that doesn't mean he has to open up either. He rolls his eyes, giving his best friend a classic Tim Bradford annoyed expression and turns back to the document in front of him.

"Hey, you don't have to accept or deny anything, okay?" Tim looks back up at that. He turns his head sideways and waits, knowing there's no way she's letting this go so easily. "We can just talk in hypotheticals here. I just don't want you to mess this up."

He scoffs, leveling Angela with a disbelieving gaze. "I was married for more years than you have been together with Wesley, you know."

"Yeah, and we both know how that ended up." Angela's tone is teasing but she still regrets the words when Tim's eyes darken, and he crosses his arms over his chest.

"That wasn't my fault," he says, trying but failing not to sound hurt.

Angela's grin fades and her eyes slowly widen, she puts her hands up in a placating gesture. "I know. I'm sorry. That wasn't meant to be a jab. It's just…" She trails off, shakes her head as she searches for the right words, settling on the truth. "I was by your side when things ended with Isabel, and I never want to see you like that again. And these last few weeks… I've never seen you this happy before. I don't know what happened, how it happened or who finally made a move, but happiness is a good look on you. And I just really want this to work out, you both deserve it."

Tim's expression softens and he nods, knowing that Angela might act like an annoying little sister, but like Genny, they only want what's best for him. "I know. But I've got everything under control, I promise."

"Okay, if you're sure. But if you change your mind and want some recommendations, you let me know," Angela offers. She gets up and turns to leave but hesitates with a hand on the handle. She turns back to Tim, looking like she wants to say something, but in the end shakes her head and opens the door.

Tim recognizes that look and, in that moment, countless days with her best friend flash through his memories and he realizes he owes her more than whatever this conversation was. "Ang, wait," he calls and mirrors her smile when she turns around expectantly. "If you're up for it I can stop by this weekend, and we can talk. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before but if you're interested, I can tell you how I asked her out. I'll even bring beer."

"Tim, you finally got the balls to ask the girl you've been pinning after for months, if not years, and she said yes, of course I want to know everything!" She walks back to his side of the office and squeezes his shoulder before ruffling his hair affectionately. "But make sure you bring some Ginger Ale and Lemonade too."

He starts to swat her hand away but stops mid-try, his eyes going wide as he splutters, "Gin… Ginger Ale? Wait… Wait, does that mean what I think?"

Angela's smile turns bashful when she nods and sets a hand over her belly. Tim gets up so quickly that he almost knocks his chair down and envelops her in a hug. "Congratulations," he breathes out, happy for Ang and Wes but also for himself because he gets to be an uncle to another baby boy or girl. "I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks, Bradford. And I'm happy for you too." Angela pulls back and looks at him with a wry smile. "Mostly for us, because we're all tired of having to deal with your nonsense. But also, for you and Lucy."

Tim chuckles and pushes her away again. "Now go away, I actually have work to do. I'll see you on Sunday," he grumbles, although with the soft smile still lingering on his face, his words lack their usual gruffness.

As he says the words, Tim realizes he's actually happy about it and looking forward to an afternoon at the Evers' residence. Lucy has Tamara to talk to, and now he gets to do the same with his best friend. And it will be like the old days, when he used to bring a six-pack on Friday nights and tell her stories of the girl who broke his heart. Only this time he will tell her about the girl that put the pieces back together, even the ones missing since childhood.

And speaking of childhood, when Tim wakes up on Saturday morning, he sees a text from Genny asking if he needs help picking his outfit for Valentine's Day dinner. His only response is to throw the phone across the room and snuggle closer into Lucy's warm body.

-x-x-x-

Her side is throbbing, and her breathing is slow, but Lucy concludes that she should be okay for the time being. Turning around, she searches for Tim at his favorite vantage point, but he is nowhere in sight. She sighs, realizing he must have moved while she got to her new cover.

Alone and injured, Lucy closes her eyes and tries to formulate a plan. She knows Tim is coming for her, but she can't risk staying here like a sitting duck waiting for him to get here only so the others can take him out too. The pain in her side is also increasing by the second and she knows she should be trying to get to a first aid kit.

Lucy winces as she rises from the ground, leaning against the wall of the shed for support. She discards her gun, now useless, and clutches her side, gritting her teeth through the pain. She takes a few unsteady steps before her legs give way, so she carefully lowers herself to the ground with a muffled groan. Her breathing is coming in heavy, and she knows she won't be able to make it far on her own. Resigned, she closes her eyes and leans her head against the wall, distracting herself with memories of that morning, until her eyes snap open a moment later as she hears footsteps coming up beside her.

-x-x-x-

Earlier That Day

When Lucy wakes up alone on Valentine's Day she wonders if the last two months have been a dream but then she blinks awake and registers Tim's bed and now very familiar room and knows it's all really happened. Next comes in the delicious aroma coming from outside the room and Tim's voice softly humming to a love song she can't believe he's playing voluntarily, and Lucy is getting up and out of bed and tiptoeing to the kitchen before her next breath is even fully out.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Tim says, chuckling when she lets out a squeak at being caught trying to sneak up on him.

"Happy Valentine's Day," she whispers against his neck and wraps her arms around his waist, pulling him into a gentle sway to the music. "What are you making? It smells delicious."

Tim grins and sets one hand over Lucy's while he flips a pancake with the other, his smile growing impossibly larger when, instead of waiting for his answer, he feels Lucy rise onto her toes and set her chin on his shoulder, humming in appreciation when she takes in the pancakes and bacon.

"I hope it's okay," he says shily, turning to plant a kiss on her forehead.

Lucy tilts her head sideways, tapping a finger against her jaw, as if truly considering her answer, and takes advantage of his hesitation to steal a chaste kiss. She reaches behind him and snatches a piece of bacon from the pan, taking a bite and offering him the other half. "It's perfect," she breathes out, and kisses him again, just because she can.

Tim deepens the kiss before pulling back but not far, smiling against her lips. "Food's almost ready, I'll bring everything to the table."

Usually they do this part together, moving around the kitchen perfectly in sync as they cook, plate the food, and set the table, but today she nods and steps away so he can finish.

As Lucy turns around, she notices a bouquet of sunflowers on the kitchen counter. "Tim, these are beautiful! Thank you so much." Her eyes fill with tears of joy as she walks over to the counter and picks up the bouquet, breathing in its sweet fragrance.

A piece of paper falls from the base and Lucy kneels to pick it up, finding a card that reads, "For my sunshine on this Valentine's Day. Thank you for lighting up my life." And her smile in that moment puts all the sunflowers in the world to shame.

Lucy squeals and Tim almost drops the plates when she launches herself into his arms. In his rush to set them back down on the counter he loses his footing as he catches her and they both end up on the ground. They laugh, even as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her tight against him. "You're welcome, baby. I wanted to do something special to show you how much you mean to me."

Lucy looks up at him with as much adoration as Tim's ever seen directed at him and pecks him quickly on the lips before she tucks her head under his chin. "You always do, Tim," she whispers against his chest. "In words or in actions you've been showing me I'm special since my first year as a Rookie."

"Yeah." Tim sighs, managing to sound wistful even in the one word. "But back then I couldn't do this." He gently pulls her back and kisses her like their lives depend on it. She reciprocates and they keep going until their breakfast lays forgotten and cooled down on the counter above them.

As they lay there on the kitchen floor, surrounded by the delicious smell of bacon and the sweet fragrance of sunflowers, Tim and Lucy get lost in their love. The world around them fades as they take a moment to cherish each other, letting their bodies say what their words sometimes couldn't.

Finally, they sit up and Tim helps Lucy to her feet. They share a bashful smile as Tim hands Lucy her kimono and slips his shirt over his head. Breakfast ends up being colder than expected but the warmth within them is enough to compensate.

After breakfast, they head to Tim's room to get ready for the day. Tim watches Lucy step into his shower and takes a whole two minutes before he's going in after her.

Once they're both dressed and ready, somehow only being an hour later than scheduled, they head out into the world, knowing that as long as they're together, it's bound to be a great Valentine's Day.

-x-x-x-

Tim peeks around the edge of the boulder separating him from the people trying to shoot him and smiles when he sees two of his friends approaching. Confident of his abilities, he exposes himself, aiming quickly and taking out the two men with successive hits. He allows a moment to smile proudly at the small victory before he's sprinting down the rest of the hill.

Finally, he sees Lucy on the ground with her back resting against the wall of some kind of shed and rushes to her side. She seems to hear his footsteps and turns around, wide-eyed, one hand raising while the other presses against her side. But the moment her eyes land on Tim, she visibly relaxes and reaches for him.

Tim kneels down in front of her and opens his arms. Lucy comes in willingly but lets out a pained gasp when his arms close around her and he quickly pulls back, frantically looking all over body. "Luce, are you okay?" He asks, as he sits beside her, brushing the hair from her face.

"Y-yeah," she breathes out, shakily. "Just a bruised rib, I think."

Tim signs and runs his hand down his face, his expression a mix of concern and anger and a lot of guilt at the turn of events.

"Hey, this isn't your fault, alright?" Lucy says, squeezing his knee and trying not to wince when the movement justles her side.

As always, she knew him too well and could read him like a book, which is unfortunate for him when he's trying very hard not to ruin their Valentine's Day any further. "This was my idea and now you're hurt."

"It was your idea because you knew I would love it, Tim. And I did, I do. Shit happens, we know that." She gives him her best reassuring smile, but it disappears as she tries to stand up.

"Don't move," he orders, carefully pushing her hands away to inspect her side. His eyes narrow as he surveys the injury, gently prodding around the affected area. "Damn, that's gonna bruise. We need to get you out of here. Can you walk?"

Lucy wants to point out her side is already one big bruise but if that's what Tim needs to feel better about the whole situation, she's willing to give him that one lie. She nods, but then takes him in more clearly, noticing the lack of paint on his clothing, and shakes her head instead. "Wait, you haven't been hit yet. What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" He scoffs, but can't help but laugh at her question, even if the situation isn't even remotely funny. It's just such a Lucy thing to say. "You're hurt, paintball doesn't matter anymore. Now come on, I'll give you a hand."

"Paintball always matters!" Lucy cries, but still extends a hand and lets Tim pull her to her feet.

Tim helps her up, encircling a hand over her waist to support her weight as they make it back to the starting point. "I'm sorry," Tim says, regret and guilt heavy in his voice.

"It's okay, we couldn't know this would happen," Lucy says, trying to reassure him. "We have been here a bunch of times and never even seen an injury. It was just bad luck."

Tim nods, but silently wonders if he's the one that's bad luck. Luckily, he doesn't have much time to delve on it because they reach the lobby of the paintball park. He finds a nice spot for her to rest and sets her down on a bench while he goes to the front office to get a first aid kit.

There's not much he can do about a bruised rib, but he checks the area, using his army and LAPD knowledge to make sure it's in fact bruised and not actually broken. When he's confident in his assessment he gets her some ice, a bottle of water and some Ibuprofen, then wraps her abdomen, making sure she's comfortable before sitting down next to her.

Lucy chooses that moment to change positions and lay flat on the bench, head resting on his legs. She grabs the ice from his hand and settles it over her side, sighing in content at the instant relief.

"I'm sorry, Luce." Tim takes her hand in his, running the other through her hair. "I should have never suggested we do paintball on Valentine's Day."

Lucy shakes her head, and turns to look up, directly into his eyes. "It was just an accident, Tim. I'm okay."

He leans down and kisses her forehead. "I still feel terrible. Now we will miss dinner and you will be in pain the rest of the day." He decides then to call Aaron's restaurant guy and call in more favors to get them a new reservation for this following weekend.

"I've lived through worse," Lucy says, and squeezes the hand holding hers when he visibly tenses. "But it's okay, you'll make it up to me. Not that you have to."

"Is that so?" He questions, but the way his hand moves down from her hair to her side and barely past the waistband of her legging says that he definitely agrees so.

Lucy smiles, a wry, wicked one, and kisses him again, a promise of things to come. "Yes, definitely. We might not be able to go to dinner, but I've always believed we do the best celebrating at home."

Tim's eyes darken while another thing hardens but he tells his downstairs area to tone it down. "You're hurt, we won't be doing any funny business tonight."

"You're no fun." She pouts and punches his side playfully. "Too bad you'll be missing out on my gift then. I've got a very sexy babydoll with your name on it. And it's emerald green."

"Chen," he says, trying to sound threatening and bring back his T.O. voice, but her smile tells him he hasn't succeeded. "You're going be the death of me," he mutters under his breath.

Lucy chuckles and places her hands on either side of his face, pulling him in for a kiss. When they part, she looks proudly at his blown pupils and whispers, "Then it'll be a happy death."

Tim rolls his eyes but nods anyway. He's confident that she won't be the death of him, not yet at least. If he has any say in the matter, they'll have a long and happy life together, complete with a ring on her finger and children, grandchildren, and maybe even great-grandchildren.

"Now, take me home, Bradford," Lucy says, interrupting his thoughts.

Her words pull Tim back to the present and he breaks into a smile. Her Bradford sounds so familiarly exasperated and equally soft and it takes him back to her rookie year and the first time they came to this paintball field for a match. A mere months before that day, they had been forced together by default, but they had chosen each other every day since.

And as Tim helps Lucy up and into his truck, he knows that he'll always choose her. Before they head off, he turns to her and takes her hand in his.

"Luce, I know today wasn't exactly what we had planned for our first Valentine's Day, but I wouldn't have wanted to spend it with anyone else," Tim says, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

Tears glimmer in her eyes as she looks at him, and she leans in to kiss him on the cheek. "Today was perfect, Tim. You make every day special just by being you."

Tim's heart swells and takes over his brain as he blurts out the words that have been on the tip of his tongue for months, "I love you."

Lucy's eyes widen and she smiles. "I love you too."

They sit for a moment with only the echo of those words filling the silence before Tim starts the engine and drives off into the night. The sun has set, but their love continues to shine brightly, and they know it will only continue to grow stronger with each passing Valentine's Day.

[manybcdthings]

lia's trailer

hunter and lia @gloriouswhispers

They hadn't spoken properly for a few days, Hunter more focused on the upcoming fight along with figuring out who called the cops after his argument with Kat. Still, he showed his face to Liadan often just to see Nash while avoiding any usual civil conversation with the woman. Despite all of the muteness, Hunter had a burning question and it was right on the tip of his tongue as he left their son's room. "You got a minute?" he wasn't sure why he asked, nodding to Lia who was comfortable on the couch. "He's out like a light, I'll be quick." he wandered closer, spotting the envelopes again on the sidetable and scooping them into his hand without permission. "You said I could read these, right?" he noted, opening the first one as he sat beside her. Hunter was a slow reader, noticing the large bold text of the requested sum first before he cleared his throat to scan the rest. He whistled lowly, still not looking at her. "Damn, the fuck you been buying in Florida?"