#and she was such a pretty baby and she looked so HAPPY

[bruisedboys]

THUNDERBOLTS — what do you think each of their love languages is? Like they’re so damaged ik lol but I’m so interested to hear your take on this

okay sorry I kinda went in a total spiel here. I love my damaged freaks

the thunderbolts and their love languages (ft. bucky, john, bob & yelena x fem!reader)

bucky is an acts of service guy! he does so many things for you without you having to ask. he makes all your meals (unless you want a turn to cook, then he’ll let you of course, but you’re insane if you think he won’t at least try to help). he ties your shoelaces when they’ve come undone, even in the middle of the street or if it’s raining, he’ll still get down on one knee and do them for you. he refills your water bottle before you even realise it’s empty, he’ll drive you wherever you want to go, and he’ll always always holds the door for you (if you get it before him, he makes you go back inside so he can hold it for you). it’s all the little things but it’s the big things too, helping you bandage a wound when you get hurt, washing your hair when you’re tired or sick or just because! fixing your blocked drain or replacing the cracked tiles on your roof. he just loves doing things for you, whatever you want or need he’s at your beckon call. of course, he’s well aware you’re completely capable of looking after yourself, but he absolutely believes you shouldn’t need to lift a finger if you don’t want to, and he’s happy to lift his finger (or his whole arm) for you at any given time <3

john’s love language is physical affection! he’s not so good with words, so he tries to say what he feels with his hands instead. he’s very protective so he’s always got a hand on the small of your back or around your waist. when he’s driving he’ll almost always have his hand on your thigh, thumb rubbing circles into your jeans. when he’s talking to you he always has to be touching you, a big hand playing with your fingers while you tell him about your day, or his thumb massaging your neck while you watch a film together. he’ll never admit it to you, but he does it to make sure you’re real, that you won’t just slip away through his fingers like water. he’s worried enough you’ll leave him due to his asshole-like tendencies, but touching you and knowing you’re still right there makes him feel a bit less worried. he loves taking your face in both his hands to kiss you, or pulling you in by the waist, and he gets a kick out of manhandling you when you’re both in the mood for it. also, when he’s asleep he holds you so tight you have to shove him off lest you suffocate <3

for yelena, I think her love language is words of affirmation! she’s the opposite of john in that she’s very good with her words and knows exactly what to say and when to say it. she loves to use a plethora of pet names on you (sweetheart, pretty girl, my love), and she lovesss speaking in russian to you just to see you get flustered. she dishes out compliments so often that you should be used to it, but you’re not, and every time she does it you get shy. she’s always saying things like you look so pretty today, or I love that colour on you, or you did such a good job, baby in that silky smooth voice of hers, and your brain just goes haywire every time. she also never shies away from telling you how much she loves you, and therefore everyone else has to suffer through it too <3 (john blocks his ears whenever she gets all lovey dovey on you in his company)

bob’s love language I think is quality time! he’s never really had someone to love as much as he loves you so he wants to spend every waking second with you. he prefers staying in over going out, but if you want to go out he’s 100% gonna go with you. you tell him you’ve gotta run to the grocery store for five minutes and he’s immediately on his feet, tagging along under the pretence of “making sure nothing happens to you.” while he loves to plan cute dates so he can take you out and spoil you, he really loves to just sit with you at home, whether you’re talking or sitting in silence he doesn’t mind. he loves playing video games with you, cooking with you, going on walks with you, anything that means he gets to spend time in your company. he misses you like crazy when you’re apart, and when you’re together he’s stupid clingy but you don’t mind, and that’s why he loves you so much <3

[melanchoire]

Hi ! I just finished my finals and i really really need your thoughts of brother’s girlfriend minji being a secret lesbian and obsessed with readers 🐱

cw: cheating, dry humping, scissoring.

everyone is surprised when minji announces she got a boyfriend because she looks like the typical futch with a boyfriend personality 😭 like no one can take her seriously because she doesn’t even use pet names — it’s one thing to joke around with your best friend and call hanni “bro” and “dude” but she literally does that with her boyfriend...

and she realizes what everyone was referring to when she goes to her boyfriend’s house to have dinner and meet his family and sees his beautiful sister in the living room, waving cheerfully at her and looking pretty good in the shortest and tightest pair of shorts possible... the way minji blatantly checked out your body was not at all subtle, but how lucky that no one noticed because that would have been embarrassing! and how lucky she is that she doesn’t have a dick because otherwise she would have a giant erection

minji was never a girl who usually had friendships with women but surprisingly she managed to have a friendship with her boyfriend’s sister??? anyone who saw her would think “a masc and her girlfriend.” and it doesn’t bother her at all! sooner or later you would end up being hers 😇

one night having a “girls’ night” with her and no problem because apparently your brother is happy with the idea of you being friends with his girlfriend! if only you knew what minji had in mind when she saw you wearing the tightest and sluttiest pajamas possible...

something like lying in bed, watching tv and the bed full of bowls of snacks, talking about nonsense but you weren’t aware of how she was looking at your profile because you were focused on the movie playing on the screen 😵‍💫 she had a relaxed expression but at the same time a look that would easily make you fall in love — and well, you realized it when you turned to see her because she was very quiet but she suddenly kissed you 😳 it really didn’t take you long to give in because of the way she held your jaw with both hands and because minji was handsome as hell!

minji guiding you to straddle her lap, without even being able to say anything because you started grinding against her and making her moan in the middle of the kiss 😵‍💫 you can try to act playful with her and try to provoke her, but all it takes is for minji to grab your jaw with one hand and murmur a “be good and be on top, mmmh baby?” against your lips to make you behave

throwing her head back against the headboard as she sighs and closes her eyes when you’re grinding your pussy against hers 🫠 and minji is a girl who needs to have her hands on, so you will have her placing her hands on her hips to guide your movements or maybe eventually have minji grab your tits over your shirt and massage them like a personal stress toy 🫨 she will wait for the moment when you begin to despair and become more and more submissive to pinch your nipples through the fabric and make you whimper sweetly, looking at her with pleading eyes waiting for her to take control but she would just say “not yet.” just to make you redouble your efforts until she is willing to be on top and fuck you to exhaustion

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

English is not my first language so maybe this doesn't make sense, but I saw this video ( https://www.instagram.com/reel/DImTO7Fp_tr/?igsh=MWswaW14MmV0b3ozbg== ) and immediately remembered Frat!Jaehyun

And if she's eating snacks with Haechan?? omg bro act like he got cheated on

I was really missing some Sweets and Haechan chaos (your English is great!)

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ you're eating snacks with him! ⋆⭒˚.⋆

Fratboy!Jaehyun woke up utterly confused. He swore that when he went down for a nap a couple of hours ago, you were right beside him. He sighed tiredly and rubbed his eyes before one of his hands found the place beside him that you'd previously occupied. Cold sheets.

He can hear you though. Your voice isn't too far away from what he can tell from his cracked bedroom door. He yawns before calling out, "Sweetheart?"

"Yeah?" You respond loudly.

"You left me alone!"

"I woke up!"

"But we nap together!" Jaehyun whines loudly as he forces his body to sit up.

"Bodies don't work like that!" He can hear you laugh, "I can't force my body to sleep as long as yours does!"

"Well, work on it, because I'm really not happy with you," he replies as he makes his way to the door.

"You're mad because I didn't sleep for the exact amount of time that you did?" You ask through laughs.

He's in the hallway now and following the sound of your voice as he replies, "I thought I made that pretty clear."

He hates that he already knows where you are. You're close with all the guys, but there's only one who would coerce, manipulate, and convince you to spend time with him instead of your own boyfriend. He finds that, of course, your voice is coming from Haechan's room.

Jaehyun pushes the door open completely. His eyes find you, sitting cross legged on the floor, eyes wide with Haechan sitting across from you, looking at Haechan with the exact same look. It's every how similar your facial expressions mirror each other.

Then his eyes dart down, and he gasps, "you're eating together too?!"

"Shhhh!" Haechan shushes.

"Baby, I woke up because I was hungry," you pout, "Haechan had food. He ordered my favorite."

"Well, why don't you just leave me for him at this point? Huh? This is a betrayal unlike any other, Sweetheart," Jaehyun sighs as he paces around the room, "this really, really hurts."

Haechan nods excitedly, "my bed is always open for you, my goddess. I will forever be waiting for you with open arms and a smile on my face."

You placate Haechan with a gentle pat to his cheek and a kiss blown in his direction. "You're mad because I was hungry and I'm eating?" You ask with your mouth full of food as you turn your attention back to your boyfriend.

Jaehyun glares at you, "I was little spoon! You were holding me like I was your precious baby and I woke up alone!"

You pout at him again, "you are my precious baby."

"Doesn't feel like it," Jaehyun bites back with his arms crossed over his chest, "and you left me for him."

"He ordered my favorite!" You exclaim.

"Whatever, do whatever you want since we're apparently single now," Jaehyun rolls his eyes.

You laugh under your breath, covering it up with a cough when your boyfriend quirks his brow at you, "what can I do to make you feel better, baby?"

He sighs and shrugs, "movie and food and cuddling?"

"We're basically doing that no-" Haechan tries to argue.

"Not with you shit stain, you've done enough," Jaehyun quickly interrupts. His voice softens as he turns his gaze to you as you dust your hands and stand up. His glare hardens as you kiss the top of Haechan's head and thank him for the food, whispering something that Jaehyun can't quite catch.

You grab Jaehyun's hand and lead him back to his own room, "feeling better now?"

He shrugs nonchalantly, wiggling his way back into you as soon as you lay down, "I think I'll feel better when a nice greasy, juicy burger gets here."

[punksyeet]

- Heart & Sole 4 ❥

Plot: “Do you love her, Joshua?”

Warning: Mature language & fluffy romance! <3

A/N: we’re back! GAHHH i missed this! so uhh if you missed it, it’s been a hot minute (at least for me) since i updated this series. and while i’d like to blame it all on writer’s block (which i definitely had so pls don’t get it twisted), i’ve also been in my gifs era!

shameless plug: you can check them out here AND one of my favorite ones that i’ve made so far is above!

anywho, ngl i’m kinda proud of this part (for once lmao) so i hope you all enjoy! 🥲💗💗

previous chapter! <3

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“Mm!” Jon hums in approval, chewing his first bite of barbecue chicken. “Ma, this chicken is gas.”

In true mom fashion, Talisua turns from the barbecue and raises an eyebrow, placing a hand on her hip. “Gas? Boy, you got a problem with my chicken?”

He and Josh share a look before both nearly choking on their food from laughter.

“No, mama!” Trin replies in between giggles. “Gas means good. Like really good.”

Their mom still seems unamused, mean mugging us before turning back to the grill to flip the last few pieces of steak. “I’ll never understand y’all youngins and your random words.”

We all share a laugh before Jon looks over at me.

“How you like the food, Gi? This your first time tryin’ it, right?”

I nod, taking a sip of my lemonade. “It’s amazing! The ribs are my favorite.”

“A woman with taste!” Galina chimes in, offering me a high five.

I reach over and accept it, before we laugh in unison.

“I’m glad you like ‘em honey,” Talisua replies, walking over to the table with a tray of even more freshly cooked meat. “There’s plenty more if you’d like.”

I thank her sweetly before we all go back to our separate conversations.

As I’m awkwardly swirling my drink, I feel a warm hand on my thigh.

I look up and immediately smile, my eyes being brought with the most beautiful man in the world.

“How you feelin’, ma?” Josh asks, picking up his beer bottle from in front of him.

I nod, placing my hand over his. “Good. Really full though.”

He lowers the bottle from his lips and licks them before letting out a low chuckle. “Das the best way to feel after havin’ our food. Happy n full.”

I smile, nodding in agreement, before looking back down at my cup. 

He lifts our hands and places a soft kiss on my knuckles.

I scoot my chair over and lean my head on his side, wrapping my free arm around his waist.

He presses a deep kiss to my temple before our focus is brought back to his mom, who comes back outside from the house with a couple more beers.

I watch on as she talks with Josh’s stepdad, smiling and laughing like a teenage school girl on a date with her crush.

They look so happy.

And as if he can read my mind, Josh interrupts the soft sound of mutters throughout the yard.

“She in her element f’sho.”

I look up at him, smiling. “They’re adorable.”

“It’s been a tough go for her and pops since we been little,” he continues, rubbing small strokes on my hand with his thumb. “I’m just happy she’s happy.”

A soft smile appears on his face, as his deep brown eyes watch his mom from afar.

I don’t know if it’s the flame from the decorative torches spread throughout the yard or just a natural glow, but his eyes are extra sparkly tonight.

God he’s so dreamy.

I guess I stared for a little too long, because he turns his head after a few seconds and we make direct eye contact.

“Whatchu lookin’ at, girl?” he teases, the wholesome smile now turned into a playful smirk.

I roll my eyes playfully and look back down at my cup. “I can’t admire you now?”

He chuckles and gently lifts my chin. “Nah baby, feel free. I like lookin’ atcho pretty self.”

I smile and lean up to kiss his cheek, before resting my chin on his shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful,” he coos, staring deep into my eyes and lowering them onto my lips.

I chew on my bottom lip gently, reaching out to play with his curls. “Thank you, love. So are you.”

He raises an eyebrow, a confused smile on his face. “Girl, I’m a dude!”

I chuckle and cross my legs so that I’m fully facing him. “Guys can be beautiful too, you know.”

“Forreal?” he asks, tucking a curl behind my ear and resting his hand on my cheek shortly after.

I nod, leaning into his touch. “And you’re exhibit A.”

He chuckles and we slowly start to lean in in unison.

Second time’s the charm?

“Check check!” Jon’s voice echoes throughout the yard.

Fuck.

I let out a quiet sigh as Josh pulls away, throwing his head back.

“Ain’t no way I got cock blocked for a second time,” he mutters, running a hand down his face. “And by the same dude.”

I shake my head smiling and rest it on his chest again.

Our focus goes to Jon, who’s stood on the deck with a microphone in hand.

“It’s karaoke tiiiime,” he announces, in a goofy tone and follows it up with a dance.

Everyone laughs and cheers in unison.

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It’s now 10pm.

The past couple hours have been spent singing, dancing, laughing, and just enjoying each other’s company.

You’d never guess I met these people less than 12 hours ago.

From the second I let out a yawn, Josh is on my case.

“You tired, baby?” he asks, sliding an arm around my shoulders and rubbing my arm.

I smile, leaning into his touch and rubbing soft circles onto his back. “I’m getting there.”

He smiles back and presses a deep kiss onto my temple. “Let’s get you home then, yeah?”

I nod and kiss his shoulder before getting up.

“You guys headin’ out?” Jon asks from the far end of the table, placing his beer bottle down.

“Yup,” Josh replies, holding out my jacket, allowing me to slide my arms into the sleeves. “She gettin’ sleepy, uce.”

I whack his arm playfully as we all laugh in unison.

“It was so nice meeting you,” Almia exclaims, getting up and reaching over the table with her arms wide.

I smile, accepting her offer and squeezing her tight. “You too, girl. Thanks so much for having me.”

“Anytime!” she replies sweetly, as we let go and I head over to Galina.

“Let’s all plan something soon,” she suggests, rubbing my back during our embrace. “A little spa day or something.”

We all agree and I head over to Trin.

“I’m so glad you came boo,” she says, pulling me into a hug and squeezing extra tight.

I chuckle and hug back, rocking us back and forth. “Me too, girl. Thank you for everything.”

We give each other sister-like kisses on the cheek before separating.

And finally, Jon.

“Real nice seein’ you again girl,” he says, embracing me in a warm bear hug. “Quit bein’ such a stranger.”

I chuckle, hugging back. “I’ll do my best.”

He laughs and, directly after, daps up his twin brother.

On the way out, we say goodbye to all the husbands and cousins as well and, eventually, we’re ready to go.

“Do you mind if I just run to the bathroom quick?” I ask as we head back inside.

“Not at all,” Josh replies, pulling his car keys out of his sweatpants pocket. “I’ll go start the car.”

I smile and kiss his cheek. “Sounds good. I’ll be quick.”

** Josh’s POV **

Just as I’m about to head out to the driveway, the sound of a throat clearing behind me grabs my attention.

I know that tone from anywhere.

And sure enough, when I turn around, my mom is stood in the kitchen, arms crossed.

When we make eye contact, she crooks her finger, signaling for me to come over.

“Ma you ain’t done this since I was in middle school,” I exclaim, walking over. “The hell I did?”

She rolls her eyes and leans her elbows on the island, as I take a seat on one of the stools.

“I just wanna talk to you,” she replies, taking my hand. “About Gianna.”

Here we go.

Don’t tell me she doesn’t like her.

“Ma-“

“Shh,” she continues, cutting me off. “It’s not what you think.”

I immediately shut up and take a deep breath, letting her continue.

“She’s a sweet girl,” she exclaims. “Very kind and friendly. And she loves my cooking.”

I smirk as she tosses her braid to the side while saying that last part.

“That’s the most important part, huh?” I tease.

She nods. “Boy, you got no idea.”

We share a laugh and, shortly after, she speaks up again.

“But forreal, my love. I adore her. I have from the moment I met her.”

I smile, hanging onto her every word.

To have my mom’s approval? This shit means so much to me.

“I guess what I wanna know is…..do you feel the same way?”

My breath hitches.

The muffled sound of my brothers and cousins bursting into laughter, probably in reaction to something Jon did or said, takes over.

“What?” I ask, partly in disbelief, the other part in shock.

She takes a second before asking again.

“Son, I don’t mean to overstep. But I’ve seen this with you and your brothers before. And before anyone gets hurt, I just wanna do my part as your mother.”

I blink, still speechless.

Not because I don’t know how I feel.

God, that’s the least of my worries.

I love her. I know I do. With all my heart.

It’s just expressing my feelings - to my mom no less - that scares the shit outta me.

“Do you love her, Joshua?”

A glint of hope appears in her eyes from the second I open my mouth to reply.

And finally, when a well needed wave of courage comes over me, I give her what she wants.

“I do, Ma. I really do.”

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[luvescore]

RIIZE! ୨ৎ SITTING ON THEIR LAP!

── .✦ boyfriend riize x fem. reader

synopsis. how do the riize members react when you randomly decide to sit on their lap? read to find out.

fluff! | skinship, kissing, suggestiveness, sweetness.

a/n: hi guys.. first post & I hope you like it :D just a bit nervous but hopefully you can enjoy this little piece.

ANTON LEE.

a soft sigh escaped the plump of your lips, body slowly settling in anton’s lap after a few hours of sitting at your desk working on something for work. his arms wrapped around your waist immediately and his own lips tugged up into a smile enjoying how needy and clingy you got at such random times. “you alright my love?” although the man would never admit it.. he’d often grow a bit shy when you’d do things like this, especially sitting in his lap. it was such a intimate feeling having you so close to him. not saying a word you nodded your head and pulled closer to him, his head moved slightly to press a gentle kiss to your cheek before eventually going down your neck allowing his teeth to teasingly nip at the skin. “love it when you sit on me like this.” he whispered.

SHOTARO OSAKI.

hours. it had been hours since you last seen shotaro and honestly? you could go insane. may sound super overly dramatic but shotaro was the cute and happy little pill needed in your daily routine. seeing him just this morning wasn’t enough.. you needed more. the familiar sound of the keypad being unlocked pulled you away from the thoughts and his body came into view, a gasp left you and shotaro barely had time to process what was happening before he was sat down on the couch with you in his lap. his hands grabbed ahold of your hips pulling you closer against him and he pressed a long loving kiss to your head, inhaling the sweet scent of your hair he’s missed all day. “my sweet girl.” though his hands weren’t innocent as they traveled down to your ass, gripping harshly. he loved teasing you.

EUNSEOK SONG.

you gently pushed the remote out of his hand and sank down into his lap allowing your arms to wrap around his neck, bringing yourself closer to his warm body. this took him by surprise but he wasted no time wrapping one arm around you while the other grabbed ahold of your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “you just love being in my lap, don’t you doll? you fit so well here.” you nodded your head knowing he loved it when you would look so cute and innocent. “hm? gotta use your words baby.” it only embarrassed you and that’s why he did it. “I..I love sitting in your lap.” eunseok nodded his head in approval and placed a peck to your lips. “that’s my girl. she loves her dada so much, hm?”

SUNGCHAN JUNG.

this man.. it’s hard to control him. the moment you sat down in his lap after a hard few hours of working on a project for class, his hands were all over your body in a few innocent ways and other.. not so innocent ways. he adored how small you were compared to him. thinking it was just so cute when you were sat in his lap like this. “I love you.” sungchan whispered against your red and swollen lips that he was just attacking moments prior. he didn’t let you answer before pressing another kiss to your lips, teasingly and purposely moving your hips against his hardening bulge. “sorry baby. you know how much I like it when you sit in my lap.. I want you.” and what he wanted.. he got. because it’s sungchan.

WONBIN PARK.

“my baby!” he’d made a cute face when you pushed his arms open to sit in his lap and his arms would wrap around you in the quickest way possible. “did you miss me that much? even though I was just centimeters away from you?” he was such a tease but you enjoyed it nonetheless. his large hands would eventually find your pretty face allowing his thumb to rub over your bottom lip before pushing past, wanting you to suck. his sweet and cute boba eyes would then turn much darker and he’d swallow harshly. “you suck so well.” even if things didn’t escalate he’d want you sitting there while lazily sucking on his thumb, enjoying how pretty you looked while doing so. he was in love.

SOHEE LEE.

cute boy. he’s still a bit “flustered” but it’s nothing that serious. he just can’t believe he has such a beautiful and perfect girlfriend that loves him. as soon as you sit down on his lap he’ll grab ahold of your face and press a single kiss to your lips before pulling away and letting his head rest against your chest. that’s his most favorite spot! he loves it. he’ll then press a few kisses to your chest before looking up at you and smiling, “hi.” and that’s when it’s your moment to press a kiss to his nose, sohee gets all excited and giddy when you do that but the more time you sit on his lap the.. hornier he gets and he apologizes immediately but can’t help it.

SEUNGHAN HONG.

not shy. not flustered. not even a little bit. he’s nothing but confidence and making you feel like the most cutest and valued person in the whole world. he’ll wrap his arms around you and stare as if you’re the only person he can see and slowly start to press kisses to your face whether they’re sweet, soft, wet, or desperate. he’s going to show you that you have all of his attention. “you’re so pretty in my lap. makes me so frustrated.. why are you so pretty?” and he takes his frustration out by pressing even more wet and sweet kisses to your face, lips, and neck. seunghan will randomly squeeze your boobs and then act innocent.

[sevikaslatinawife]

You were happy they were all healed up, that the wonderful ache of them was beginning to grow normal. So you had to do something to show the piercings off, of course. The nipple piercings you had gotten on a date with Sevika almost a year ago when she had off-handedly mentioned the idea. You couldn’t stop yourself from doing it when you saw her sheer excitement at the thought of your breasts sensitive and adorned.

So the jewelry had to be pretty. The chains would hang down your abdomen and brush your midsection, and they made you shiver when you put them on for the first time. Your nipples perked instantly.

You knew Sevika would like them.

You just didn’t understand how much.

“Fuck,” was the first word she uttered after you sat her down on the bed. Your body slotted between her thighs as her hands found your hips to squeeze. You had pulled off the t-shirt that covered you and her eyes immediately found your new accessory.

“You like it?” You ask softly, hands on her shoulders.

A soft grunt bubbles past Sevika’s lips as her eyes narrow up at you. “What kind of fuckin’ question s’that? You look delicious, fuck.”

You giggle and scratch the back of her head when she leans forward to press a kiss to the middle of your chest. Her mouth is instantly parting, teeth nipping, borderline biting, your flesh hard and making you swallow. One of her hands comes up and finds the chains to give it a tug.

“Hah,” You breathe in surprise when she does so, pushing your chest out a bit as she twists the chain once around her finger. She pulls her mouth back enough to smirk up at you and give your nipples another, harsher, tug. “ ‘vika —”

“Shut up,” her tone leaves no room for argument and you tangle your fingers in her hair as her mouth finds one of your nipples. You can feel the tapping of the metal bar meet her teeth as she tugs on it with her mouth. You swallow your moan, lips trembling in effort as she rolls her tongue around the bud. “Shut up didn’t mean stop makin’ them pretty sounds, princess.”

An eager moan drips from your tongue when her finger slides across the loop around it, closer to your left nipple. She tugs on it and leaves it taunt while her mouth continues to work on your  other bud. A whine slips up your throat as her other arm wraps around your back.

You aren’t surprised she shifts and flips you on your back with ease. Even less surprised when her hands are moving up to rub her calloused and metal thumbs around the perked nipples you were sporting. You could feel the heat between your thighs, the twitching skin of your cunt almost beginning to weep for attention.

“I can feel you squirming,” She clicks her tongue, that lopsided smirk still plastered on her lips. “Are they that sensitive?”

“A little,” You nod, hands on her biceps, thighs squeezing together.

“Oh, just a little?” She teases, fingers cupping the sides of your breasts, sharp talon of her prosthetic pressing into the center of your nipple with sadistic reverence.

A choked gasp catches in your throat and your back arches to meet her touch, to press more into the pain. It makes your skin prickle with goosebumps as you feel your cunt twitch and throb. Your fingers on her biceps curl and pull her closer.

Her right hand slides off your breast and presses into the mattress to follow your guiding tug on her. “Poor baby, did that hurt?” Her voice is colored with fake concern, eyes glinting with the flowing need to make you cry out from pain, to see you weep with pleasure.

“Good,” You nod and whine as she pinches your nipple, her thumb joining her pointer to tug on the bud while she leans down to capture your mouth with her own.

You crane your neck, a shaky breath being swallowed by Sevika as she licks into your mouth. Her left hand scratches down your stomach, making your lips tremble against her own as she pinches the middle spider charm. It connects everything together and she gives it a pointed tug that has you whimpering more.

“ ‘vika,” You huff against her face, tongue pushing into her mouth. She groans and pushes your legs to part with her knee. You don’t fight it, you part them and moan when her thigh is pressing into your cunt through your panties.

“Fuck, burnin’ up f’me, baby,” She teases, groaning as she presses her thigh more into you, feeling you rock your hips against the muscle of it. “Need me to touch you already?” She pulls back to say, her prosthetic hissing as she pulls you more firmly on her thigh by your hip.

You moan and tilt your head back at feeling the twitch that envelopes your pussy. Your hands come up to cup the back of her head, to hold her still as she scratches at your hip through your panties, as she bows to sink her teeth into your shoulder. It makes your stomach jolt and your thighs to tremble, eyelashes fluttering at the burst of pain.

“Yes, please,” there’s desperation already in your voice as you chew on your lower lip. She digs her teeth into you harder and you grunt softly, shivering when she pulls back to lick the indents of her teeth.

“Please, already? Not gonna be a brat tonight?” She shifts her prosthetic onto the mattress, letting you do as you please. You simply press your aching clit against her thigh more, rocking your hips to try and alleviate the throb of neglect.

“I never —”

“Don’t fuckin’ lie,” She purrs and leans down to brush her nose against yours. “I know exactly what you need.”

That’s how you ended up with your ankles bound together with leather cuffs and a leash that laid at the back of your neck. Your wrists were bound to your ankles, leaving your cunt fully exposed to Sevika as she stuffed you with her cock for the second time, building up a third orgasm to wash over you already.

Your pussy was drenched and you could feel your arousal trickle at just how much of it there was. You moan as she smacks your clit, making you twitch and tug on your restraints, as well. Your lips are parted as you look down at yourself, at the soft roll of your stomach, at the way she disappears inside of you. Even the slickness of your thighs is visible to yourself.

Her skin glistened with sweat and her brows were furrowed in concentration as she pants. Her other hand held the chain of your connecting piercings taut, your nipples perked and erect towards the assault on them. They didn’t hurt, just settled in a pulsing throb as she kept fucking you, grunting in need.

“Atta girl, take this dick, baby,” She thumbs your clit in rhythm with her thrusts, leaning down to sloppily slot her mouth against yours, to lick into your mouth with hunger.

You groan into her mouth, eyes fluttering beneath your eyelids as she steals the little air you were managing to inhale. It somehow makes you sound wetter and she smirks against your mouth at the reaction, the reaction she wanted.

“Please, God, feel s’good,” You moan when she pulls back, lips parted as you pant. The rubbing of your clit becomes more insistent, a little harder and you sob at the feeling blossoming deep in your stomach.

“I know that face,” She growls, releasing the chains of your piercings and her eyes glued to your chest as your breast settles fully against you. She really did love the sight of your tits like this. “You’re gon’ make a mess, huh, baby?”

“I-I —” Your face flushes as another smack is delivered to your clit, making you squeak.

“You are, my little slut, I know,” She laughs lowly, licking her lips as she gives your clit a third smack and another. “I fuckin’ know this pussy better than you do.”

You knew she was right, and you don’t argue, just nod. Your fingers grip your ankles as your head tilts back when she keeps rubbing your clit. Your breath becomes quicker, your pussy clenching around her dick and making you flush at the sound of your stirring inside.

“Make a mess f’me,” Sevika growls, left hand pulling your leg and arm over her shoulders, talons digging into your thigh while her right hand rubs your twitching clit. “Come on, show me how this dick – my fuckin’ dick – makes you feel.”

Her words added to the press of her cock and the rubbing of her fingers sent you over, squirting with a cry against her glistening lower abdomen. Your orgasm follows mere seconds after, making you moan and throw your head back, pussy milking the silicone of the woman’s strap on. Your toes curl and body quivers as she rides out your high, as you try to catch your breath.

Her words made you giggle. “Always so fucking perfect.”

dividers by @enchanthings-a

[fantasywater]

Villain Stolas is his natural state.

Stolas writing has always been weird to me.

Viv and co really sat up there and made a main character have a negative trifecta of sexual extortion, adultery, and child neglect, but still wanted the audience to sympathize with him despite those glaring issues.

And it's obvious that sympathy is the goal because she has said as much at cons, her tweets, youtube interviews, what she chooses to favorite on social media, and the very framing of his character on the show.

What makes no sense is why pour all these negative traits into one character(a lead at that),but still make him the love interest and a character we're supposed to root for to see eventually happy?

Even so,if she pivots in season three to making Stolas an antagonist it would be quite easy to do because technically that is what she has actually written him as, and the the narrative meat this would give his three victims- and the wider story-would be astronomical.

Just think of the meat we could get with villain Stolas-and especially since he does have some small sympathetic qualities to him-good lord it would blow up the fandom.

Think of Blitz having to kill him in the season three finale, his sadness about it, but also we witness his catharsis because of the sexual abuse.

Via would also be affected, and even with an added layer of pain if they were still estranged.

And honestly even Stella would get a view.

Maybe she smiles at the news that his lover, that he committed infidelity with, is also his killer.

But then her smile fades as it hits her that Stolas is dead.

She wanted this fate for him but he was also the man she spent 18 years with and had his baby..... Just think of the angst and characterization meat of that for Stella.

Then we can also have the rest of IMP, Paimon, Vassago, Oz, and Fizz reactions too. As well as hell itself since he was a former prince, now traitor, that was killed by the "hero" Imp etc...

My god what we could have if Viv would let Stolas march to the drum he was made for and finally let her yaoi fetish go.

It's pretty obvious she didn't mean for Full Moon to start the trajectory of the fan favorite turning into the most hated character in the fandom, but she also has no one to blame for that swift turn but her poor execution.

Because she has heavily fucked up if the guy who sexually abused the main character, remorselessly and repeatedly committed infidelity, and neglected and abandoned his own child for an affair, is genuinely supposed to be seen as one of the good guys.

Nevertheless if this writing turns out to be actually on purpose then she has indeed made one hell of a twist villain.

Miscellaneous:

Stolas full form is the only one in both shows that actually looks demonic. It's literally not even in the color scheme of the of the show. It's a brilliant villainous demonic design. Lucifer-king of hell(my behind)could never...

Bryce can bring the pipes needed for a Stolas villain song.We even saw it with his fake Mastermind track. He has a magnificent voice in general so he can do villian stolas justice.

"If he's only here as a prisoner, what kind of monster does that make me." That tone change. Good lord. And that's not even the first time he's done serious,regal sounding stolas i.e. season one.See we can have an antagonistic, stately voiced Stolas again, and his actor absolutely has the chops for it.

Let the yaoi go, Viv.

Let it go.

Let Stolas fulfill his destiny.

[kyoshithewriter]

The Missing Piece. (Part nine).

Wc: 3.6k

Warnings: mature themes (18+)

A/n: Told you I’d wrap it up lmaooo. Final part to this series because you know how I feel about drawn out writing. Thanks for every read, every comment, and every like. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it🫶🏾

The stupid little strap of the cone hat digs into his skin in a way that would’ve been a real nuisance any other day. Not today though. Today is his oldest baby’s birthday. His Shelly. His head is much too big for the small hat, and all his children and Niamh had made it known just how amusing they found it when he slipped it on earlier. But he’d keep the stupid hat on for hours if he gets to see them like this; Niamh and ten other children, including his own, jumping around wildly in a bounce house. Niamh holds Mason’s hands in hers as a safety precaution because he’s the smallest of the group. It didn’t take her much convincing to get him to agree to this. What can he say? He’s weak to the women in his life. It’s small, just a few of her closest friends at school and their parents; but Shelly is so happy that she cried when she saw the decorations this morning. The past month has been nothing but pure bliss that he sometimes thinks he might be in a twisted dream. His lawyer had sent a very strongly worded email to his wife— the woman had reached out to him to let him know she had changed her mind and that sticking to their routine visits was fine. He was so fucking ecstatic that he took them out for the entire week- dinner, ice cream, bowling. There are some days that the darkness threatens to pull him back in— like watching his team struggle and losing a game with the title race being tight. Some defensive errors that he knew he could’ve easily covered if he was on the pitch. But Niamh would immediately notice that he hadn’t left his room all day and quietly enter. Not to speak or ask superficial questions like ‘are you okay?’ No, she would come in, gather his head on her lap and scratch at his scalp in the quiet, dark room. Just offering the unspoken reassurance that she’d be there for him. Virgil always believed that there’s no real timeline to fall in love. It’s something that just happens. Yet, he never really expected to be pondering whether or not the warm, fluttering of his heart when he sees her and contentment he feels by simply being in her presence could be the big L word after only a few short months. The muscle in his chest clenches tightly as Niamh makes her way over with Mason clutching her hand. She’s absolutely beaming at him.

“You’re on bounce duty now, daddy. I’m going to help Ivy with plating the snacks.”

Virgil has the urge to do something stupid. Something stupid like gathering her in his arms to kiss her silly. But he can’t; not right now. Not in front of strangers who would spread gossip before they even discussed what was happening between them— not when he hadn't even spoken to the children about their relationship.

“Stop looking at me like that.” She says bashfully while doing a quick scan of the backyard.

He reaches for Mason’s hand but he doesn’t stop staring. “How can I, Niamh?”

The woman has recently got braids that flow down her back with some pretty little curls incorporated throughout. She had called them boho braids when Aurora inquired about them. Whatever they’re called, they look good on her. The jeans she wears hugs her frame that has slowly been filling out a bit more recently. He fucking loves it. The olive green knitted jumper complements her brown skin so well.

“Not here, Virgil.”

But he sees the way she folds her lips to hide her smile before heading inside the house. Mason tugs at his impatiently with a frown on his face. He’s almost glaring up at him. He can’t help the laugh that bubbles up his throat.

“My bad, buddy. Let’s go.”

***********

Shelly is almost passed out against her shoulder as she carries her to bed. Niamh smiles; the little girl had a long day of fun. They both worked together to organize the party. Niamh had introduced Shelly to ‘Totally Spies’ a few weeks prior and she had grown obsessed with the show and decided she wanted her party to have the theme. The cake, the decoration and even her costume was a reflection of her love for the cartoon. After partying all day, Niamh brought the kids upstairs to give them their baths while Virgil and Ivy cleaned up the kitchen and backyard. Ivy left for the evening and they all gathered in the living room for Shelly to open her presents. Then they played a disastrous game of monopoly while having more cake. Niamh didn’t even flinch when Shelly climbed into her lap with her eyes half mast until she fell asleep. Placing her gently on the bed, Niamh tucks her in and presses a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Best birthday ever, love you, Niamh.” Her voice is no louder than a whisper and her eyes barely open. But Niamh chokes up anyway.

“I love you too, Shelly. Sweet dreams.”

And that’s how Virgil finds her teary eyed in the hallway after exiting Mason’s room.

“What’s wrong?” The volume of his voice is low.

“Nothing. Shelly told me she loved me.” She says through a sniffle.

Virgil laughs softly and gathers her in his arms.

“You’re so cute.”

“You’re just jealous.” She teases as she rests her chin on his chest, blinking up at him with wet eyes.

“Damn, you’ve got me.”

She giggles at his antics and closes her eyes in anticipation for the soft press of his lips against hers.

“Been wanting to do this all day.”

He mutters between every soft, chaste press of their lips. Niamh’s sighs turn to a quiet moan as his hands cups the curve of her ass in a gentle squeeze.

“What time is it? I need to head home.”

His hands tighten around her waist as she pulls away from him.

“You should just… stay here every night. It would make your job easier and I’d pay you extra.”

Niamh tries to hide her smile as he feigns nonchalance.

“Mhmm, even though you’ve already tripled my salary for no reason?” She asks slyly.

“I did promise the rate would increase if the job is done well.” His eyes are piercing; Niamh used to be intimidated by them, now she challenges him back with her own heavy gaze.

“And you only want me here all the time because it would make my job easier despite you getting them ready some mornings anyway?”

Her cheeky smile grows tight around the edges when Virgil doesn’t return her playful expression. Instead, his face grows solemn. He takes a while to respond and the strained silence makes her hold her breath.

“Sure, Niamh.”

She clears her throat loudly. “My apartment is a lot closer to school.”

“I’ll have the driver take you until you get your license.”

The man has been determined to make her get her license. He started teaching her about driving, road rules and basics of a vehicle some time ago. She’ll officially start her lessons soon.

“In that case, it would be a lot easier.”

He dips his head again to kiss the contemplative look off her face.

“Good. Let’s go to bed.”

***************

“I’m waiting on an answer, Niamh.”

He’s surprised his voice is this calm despite the inferno burning beneath the surface of his skin. The woman clenches wildly around his fingers inside her. He doesn’t move them— he just allows them to nestle perfectly inside her. She tries to subtly shift her hips to get some stimulation.

“Niamh.” He warns firmly. She immediately ceases her movements with a small whine. Her soft walls flutter helplessly around his middle and ring finger. She’s dripping everywhere, but he was mindful to lay a towel down this time at least.

“I- I don’t know. Please, Vir-”

“No, Niamh. You do know it. It was on one of your flash cards.” Virgil sucks in a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm. He’s so hard it fucking hurts and he twitches beneath his sweats every time she makes a sound.

“But I d-don’t rememb-”

He tutts in disappointment and moves to pull his fingers out. Niamh flails in panic, gripping at his wrist to keep him inside.

“Wait! Please… I- I don’t remember the question.” She rushes out breathlessly.

“What does the shape of a protein determine?”

“Um…”

“Come on, sweetheart, you know it. You’ve been doing so well. This is the last one.” He says gently. He subtly flicks at that little spot inside, laughing softly at the way her hips jerk and her thighs quiver. She’s so on edge; he has had her like this for almost an hour now. Her exams officially begin on Monday and he has been trying to help her study for almost two weeks now. He had joked about rewarding her for studying some time ago but the man actually noticed that using pleasure like this really motivates her to study and helps her retain information better. He has created a monster.

“The f-function?” It’s a timid whisper from her lips. He knows why. She’s afraid he’ll leave her dry (not quite) and hanging if she doesn’t answer correctly.

“Speak up, Niamh.”

“The function of the protein!”

He doesn’t respond immediately— just to watch the way she eyes him in timid panic, just to enjoy the way she tenses around his fingers with her mouth already in a pout to beg in case she’s wrong.

“Good girl.”

She gives a high pitched little keen as some of the tension melts from her body. Virgil throws the flash cards haphazardly on the floor behind him before climbing onto the bed. She meets him halfway in the kiss, tongue immediately seeking his own. Always so eager. It reminds him of the time he tested his theory of being able to get her off with just his lips on hers. He wasn’t surprised that it worked but rather by how quickly she came just from some sloppy kissing while humping at his leg like a dog.

“What do you need from me, baby? Tongue? Fingers?”

At the mention of his fingers, he meticulously slides them in and out of her. The sounds of him gliding through her wetness is so erotic; he can’t help the way he moans into her open mouth.

Niamh shakes her head. Instead, she reaches between them to grip at the bulge in his sweats. His breath stutters as she gives him a gentle squeeze. She has grown a lot more bold since the fourth time they fell in bed together. He remembers vividly how she blinked innocently up at him and demanded he taught her how to make him feel good. That night, she learned how to touch him— the pace he likes, how to squeeze at him with just the right amount of pressure. But what he’ll never forget is the sight of her mouth on him. She was clumsy and a bit intimidated; but as with everything else, so so eager. He didn’t care that she couldn’t take him all the way down her throat; not when she moaned around him like his taste was the best thing to ever hit her tongue— not when she blinked those pretty eyes up at him desperately with her hand working between her own legs because having him in her mouth brought her pleasure.

“Fuck, Niamh. Let me get a condo-”

“No. I… I started birth control.” She mutters shyly.

Virgil stares down at her in stunned disbelief.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

“Just want to feel you… all of you.”

She flicks her tongue against his lips desperately.

And Virgil? He’s so desperate for it that he physically starts shaking. Pulling his fingers from her body, he reaches for the waistband of his sweats to push it just below his hips. He can’t even care to remove it completely. He just wants— no, he needs to be inside her now. He glides along her folds a few times to get himself wet before pressing against her entrance. Her body gives under the gentle pressure and she opens around his tip to welcome him inside. He groans in tandem with her breathless moan. He’s fully prepared to stop halfway inside, just like he had the four times he’s been inside her like this. But something tells him to test the waters, so he continues— slowly inching forward. The muscles in his neck strain as he tries to keep the guttural groan in his throat. And Virgil knows immediately that tonight will be another one of those times with her that he’ll never forget. Because it’s the first time her body welcomes every single inch of him. Niamh grips onto his shoulders with a little sob falling from her lips. He dips his head to swallow the sound before he starts moving. Slow little drags against her walls that flutter around him. She locks her legs around his waist, pushing the sweats further down his legs with her toes. His tip kisses at something harder deep inside and she jerks in response, groaning in his mouth. She breaks the kiss with a tormented furrow between her brows.

“Fuck, Virg. You’re so deep.”

Tears leak from the corners of her eyes.

He immediately moves to shift his hips back, but Niamh locks her legs tighter around him, keeping his hips in place.

“Don’t. I like it. It’s— hah, hurts so good.”

A string of helpless curses fall from his mouth. He hoists her right leg over his shoulder— the new angle allows him to slip deeper inside. Niamh sinks her teeth into his shoulder and the sharp pain blindsides him. He can only moan helplessly as his thighs tense and then he’s coming. He fucks into her sloppily and Niamh— Niamh the undercover little minx clenches around him, whispering little praises in his ear to heighten the feeling so much it feels like his body is being wrung dry.

“So good for me, baby. Was made to take your dick.”

“Fucking hell.”

It feels so overwhelming and he’s momentarily stunned to feel tears pricking at his eyes. He’s shaking so much that he collapses into her body, his arms giving out. He slowly slips out of her and eases two fingers inside. He’s so fucking spent but still manages to twitch feeling her insides flooded with him— sticky, warm. He barely has the frame of mind to be skillful, so with little finesse, he angles his fingers upward to rub at that spot that makes her speak gibberish. It doesn’t take long for her to come with a cry, spasming around his fingers as his name falls from her lips like a mantra.

“Fuck, Niamh. I think I’m in love with you.”

He feels her body stiffen beneath him, but his thoughts are so scattered he can only wrap an arm around her waist before he passes out.

**************

“So… when are you two going to tell the kids?”

Ivy’s question makes them both freeze in the middle of the kitchen. The woman had called them both in asking for help dishing out dinner— now Niamh is realizing that she just wanted to be nosy.

“Erm, tell them what?”

Ivy gives Niamh an almost insulted look.

“Check my birth certificate, pumpkin. You will be surprised to find that I wasn’t born yesterday. So I repeat, when are you telling the kids?”

Virgil chuckles to her right and Niamh turns to glare at him.

“What? That birth certificate comment was funny.” He scratches at his neck shyly under her harsh stare.

“You’re not helping.” She whisper-yells even though the woman is in earshot. Virgil reaches for her waist and pulls her body into his. Niamh stares in wide-eyed disbelief as he drops his head to peck at her lips.

“What? She already knows.” He says with a shrug.

“Virgil, go get the kids washed up for dinner.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Niamh wants to roll her eyes in pure exasperation watching as the grown adult man gives her a salute before leaving the kitchen.

She slowly turns to face an amused looking Ivy, who stands with her hips cocked.

“We… they’re visiting their mother for the holidays in a few days, we planned to tell them before they leave.” She can’t help but wring her hands together. She’s anxious about it. They had finally discussed it the morning after Virgil had told her he might love her before passing out. The gentle giant admitted that he liked her a lot and he has been thinking about his feelings for a while.

“It… I’m not sure if it’s love yet. What I feel for you is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. With Olivia, it was slow… gradual. But with you, it’s all consuming and sudden. I’m not sure if it’s love yet but I know it’s getting there and I want to try it with you, if you want the same thing.”

Niamh didn’t hesitate to agree. She knew she wanted him the very moment she saw him in this kitchen. Looking gruff and angry. Because beneath that she also saw a man that was just… lost. Her feelings solidified when he attended that play. He was so open with his tears, uncaring if anyone saw. A man who isn’t afraid to show his love or his vulnerability. Niamh knew from that moment that she had to have him.

“They adore you, stop worrying. You have no idea what you’ve done for this family, Niamh. They weren’t broken, just… incomplete and they’ve found their missing piece.”

*************

Aurora’s high pitched scream causes laughter to ripple through the crowd of people gathered in the auditorium.

“Go Niamh! That’s my other mommy!”

Niamh ducks her head bashfully after receiving her diploma and moves quickly across the stage. She waves shyly in their direction and almost starts sobbing at the proud look in Virgil’s teary eyes. It has been almost a year of officially being his woman as he calls it.

“Girlfriend feels too childish for a man my age.”

They told the kids in December, right before they left to spend the holidays with their mother. Their reactions were varied in ways that she can only describe as uniquely them. Shelly, sweet, empathetic, Shelly had cried out of happiness with her tiny hands clutched around Niamh’s neck. And Aurora- always overly excited, had ran around the living room yelling that she now has two mommies. Mason just sucked at his fingers but leaned quietly in Niamh’s side in silent acceptance. It was a challenge to get them to leave after though; all of them wanted to spend the holidays with Niamh and Virgil. It was heartbreaking watching them cry as they left, but all was forgiven when they got back home in January to find her waiting at home for them. It has been so surreal. Virgil spoils her rotten, not just with material gifts, but with gestures- some small, some grand. But she has never been shown love like this before and it gets so overwhelming at times she doesn’t know how to process it.

“You deserve to be loved, baby. You give so much, relax and receive it too.” Were the words Virgil had whispered against her trembling lips when they surprised her in bed with a poorly decorated cake they had all made for her. So she takes it all in stride; even when the little black monster niggles at the back of her brain with sinister thoughts, she repeats his words like a mantra.

Aurora is the first one to leap into her arms as she joins them after the ceremony ends.

“You did it! You gratuated!”

“Graduated, Aurora.” Shelly gently corrects, stepping closer to hug at her waist.

“That’s what I said!”

Shelly doesn’t bother responding and the three of them share a laugh. Mason clutches onto her leg without saying a word. And Virgil; despite the onlookers, despite the people subtly recording, moves forward to press a gentle kiss onto her mouth.

“I’m so proud of you, baby.”

The tears are instantaneous. She has stopped growing shy of being the centre of attention. That changed the minute he was able to get back on the pitch again two months ago and invited her to all the games. Her face has long been in the headlines, especially after they won the league and he brought her on the pitch to celebrate. She’s known. People talk. But she doesn’t care. Not when she has this. Not when she feels all the love pouring from the three smaller bodies between them. Not when he eyes her like she’s something precious to be treasured and adored.

“I love you.”

The words come tumbling from her mouth before she can stop them. He told her on her birthday with surety.

“I love you, Niamh. You don’t have to say it because you feel the need to. But there’s no doubt in my mind.”

And he kept saying it, despite her never echoing the words back. But now she’s sure. She’s so certain and she has been for months. She was just waiting for the right moment. And this is it.

He’s momentarily stunned but eventually breaks into a smile as he inhales a shuddering breath.

“We should get Niamh ice cream because she gratuated, right daddy?” Aurora yells cheekily.

Mason perks up at the sound of ice cream and stares up at them expectantly. Virgil and Niamh share a full-bellied laugh.

“You’re so cheeky, aren’t you? But ice cream sounds lovely.”

The children skip away in glee while Virgil reaches to clasp her hand in his. Niamh is so overwhelmed by happiness that fresh tears roll down her cheeks. Virgil and Ivy speak about her healing the family constantly, but they have no idea how much they’ve healed her as well.

[reginaldqueribundus]

so my fiancee is looking at getting a pygmy goat named Wilbur

so some background if you did not know. she had two goats raised from babies: Fabio and Jenkins. Jenkins was a realy asshole who would beat the shit out of his mom and Fabio but then he got brain damage and became very nice and Fabio started beating the shit out of him. i had to escort him into the barn every night like a red carpet celebrity because Fabio's fat ass would lie in wait to ambush him and slam him into the wall.

tragically jenky passed away just under 2 years ago and Fabio was inconsolable. couldn't even let him out of the barn for long because he would climb over the fence (and nearly break his neck doing so, because he is 11 years old and very fat) or just pace around crying. he is a herd animal after all.

so that was how we ended up with Oedipus, our llama. he came by his name honestly, his previous owners sold him to us for a song because he wouldn't stop trying to fuck his mom and kill his dad. he bonded with Fabs pretty quickly and hey, llamas make excellent guard animals.

Fabio, for his part, now that he had a companion, albeit a very strange-looking one twice his height, finally calmed the fuck down and we could stop worrying. for a while anyway.

see Eddie was used to guarding an entire herd. with a herd of one, well, all that energy had to go somewhere and soon he was haranguing Fabs, trying to herd his fat ass away from threats that didn't exist. this might have been fine if Fabs was a less ornery, much smaller goat. but woe, he is as stubborn as the third hippo on noah's gangplank and nearly as heavy, and his daily itinerary consists of eating all the food he can reach and then lying down in the sun for 6 hours. so before he died of a heart attack or got all the fur chewed off his ass. we decided it was time to expand the herd again

and that is how Reginald came into our lives. Reginald is an alpaca, a bit older than Eddie (but not nearly as old as Fabio), and has apparently won awards, though you would never know it from looking at him. unlike most of our beasties he is not a rescue, he just looks like he needs rescuing. this whiny, oddly spiderlike thing with the bangs of Sam the Sheepdog from Looney Tunes, who skitters everywhere like he's wearing wet socks, emitting the pitiful mewling sounds of a baby that is somehow 100 years old. this poor bastard had never seen a goat in his life, and was suddenly plunked onto an acreage with one, and its overprotective guardian who was much bigger than him, and would violently tackle him every time he tried to sound the alarm about the, y'know, smelly horned alien thing constantly staring at him. I've said this before but imagine you moved into a new apartment, but your roommate is a 6'10" pro wrestler, and then a fucking gray alien walks out of the other bedroom. and you go “jesus christ what the fuck is that??” and the wrestler says “that is our ROOMMATE and you will treat him with RESPECT” and starts beating the shit out of you.

so this was poor Reggie's life for the first month or so: squealing like Geddy Lee with his scrotum caught in a laundry mangle, while a furious llama chases him in figure eights around the hay bales and I completely fail to blast Yakety Sax from a loudspeaker. and Fabio was left to his own devices, Reggie having removed all of Eddie's frustration and hostility in the same way a lint roller removes pet hair from a garment, by absorbing it all onto himself.

they eventually reached an understanding, whereby Eddie only chases Reggie down and tries to bite his ass if they run out of water, and Reggie casually steals Eddie's food while Eddie stands around spitting and groaning and acting very offended while not actually doing anything about it. ok. granted, neither of them will enter the barn but they're happy and healthy and if a coyote shows up the two of them will kick it to death. even if their dumb asses insist on sitting next to the hay bales and getting covered in snow rather than go in the nice shelter we built. it's fun coming home from work and seeing them over there, staring at me like two white boomer women trying to figure out if I'm shoplifting.

yet. this was not the only change in Eddie's attitude towards Fabio. he caught FEELINGS. feelings of a ROMANTICAL sort. feelings which he then attempted to CONSUMMATE. SEXUALLY. until we had to SPRAY HIM WITH THE HOSE to make him STOP. whereupon Fabio calmly took a SHIT. (Fabs was remarkably unbothered by this entire ordeal, but 300 lbs of horned up llama is a lot to ask of an elderly goat's knee joints.) Fortunately the sexual component of their relationship has ended since Eddie's balls have been removed, but castration has done nothing to lessen his devotion to his much shorter, older, fatter boyfriend. it's like I have an olympic weightlifter living in my yard, and he is dating Danny DeVito. and together, they are bullying… Michael Cera.

yes. Reginald has Michael Cera energy. he looks like Jake Paul got caught in a hurricane while wearing a fur coat, but he skitters around the yard muttering to himself while his roommate's obese geriatric boytoy gleefully oppresses him at every opportunity, knowing Reginald won't dare retaliate because the big fluffy simp will come gallumphing over, ears long lost to frostbite two owners ago but the stubs still folded straight back, and kick his ass. banished he is, to the far side of the hay bale whilst Oedipus fawns over his gassy, surly trophy husband, until Fabio decides he wants to eat hay from the other side of the bale now, whereupon Reggie slinks away to a safe distance as if there's an invisible forcefield. sometimes Fabio will just trot straight at him, gleefully tossing his horns as if to say "hey I'm just moving my head and if you get caught on these things it's not MY fault”. wielding his diplomatic immunity like a club.

and now. now we have Wilbur joining our family. Wilbur is a pygmy goat, 1/4 Fabio's size and only 2 years old. perhaps Reggie will finally share his space with someone who doesn't treat him with disgust and contempt. sure, I'd have to live in a world where we bought an emotional support goat for our other goat's emotional support llama's emotional support alpaca, which is starting to sound like that poem about the old woman swallowing a fly. but maybe Reginald will get himself a young twink boyfriend. Danny DeVito, say hello to Timothee Chalamet. then again maybe not. I honestly can't decide which would be funnier: Reginald getting his own goat boyfriend who is the polar opposite of Fabio in every way, or Oedipus triumphantly adding another goat to his harem and Reginald is condemned forever to nonstop workplace harassment by pointy little gnomes who gleefully threaten him with sharp objects, while Eddie looms menacingly behind them.

[fckmebarnes]

i dont send reqs often but i was wondering if you could do a butch!bucky eating you out… i rarely see any wlw bucky x readers and im so desperate..

you came to the perfect place…please i need more wlw marvel in general

because butch!bucky wearing her wife pleasers around the house, enticing the fuck out of you

butch!bucky who has her shirt riding up so you can see her happy trial disappear into her low rise jeans, boxers peaking out

butch!bucky who goes, “like somethin�� you see baby?” as she smiles and comes over to you with her hands on your hips and pulls you closer

butch!bucky who packs. packs a strap or a grinder. anything. anything, anywhere.

butch!bucky who says if she had a real dick she would never leave your warm and wet pussy

bucth!bucky who gets off on eating you out for hours on end. “what can i say, my love? the taste of your cunt is my favorite thing.” as she goes right back to eating it

butch!bucky who leans her head on your inner thigh and watches your hips convulse with each lazy stroke of her thumb on your clit

butch!bucky who kisses your clit before pushing two of her fingers into you

butch!bucky who “c’mon baby, make those pretty sounds for me, please?” and looks up at you with puppy dog eyes

butch!bucky who’s own cunt is throbbing and soaked through her boxers

[watching-spn]

just finished another season, you know what that means: spn bingo card update!

details beneath the cut:

sam with even longer hair -> yeah i guess it just keeps growing. by season 15 he's gonna be rapunzel

cas going through the worst shit ever -> let's be real, when is he not? but yeah, he was in purgatory, didn't feel like he deserved to be alive, got the angel tablet literally ripped out of his stomach, got his grace pulled out... i think i can check that box

cas isn't there for half of the episodes -> yeah and that was mean. don't do it again. petition for him to get back to being in the "starring" part of the show again, not just "special guest star misha collins". main character. now.

new hunters -> yeah lol a whole episode about new hunters (8x18). but that was so sad

meg kicks ass -> she went down kicking ass. rip you absolute badass

bit of a time skip between s7 and 8 -> a little more than a bit. a fucking year. but yeah

emotional + funny dean/baby reunion -> wasn't really all that emotional or funny, he just complained about the dog smell :/

some disgusting and violent fight scenes in purgatory -> as flashbacks yeah, plenty

both dean and cas escape purgatory -> they did. not together sadly :(

kevin gets his old life back somehow -> lmao yeah no, sorry kevin. couldn't have been more wrong with this one

destiel hug -> OH HELL YES! the look of pure happiness in dean's eyes when he found cas in purgatory!!! (8x02)

a whole lot of blood in someones face -> yeah more than once, i mean, this is supernatural. people exploding all the time gets other people blood in their pretty faces (just to name one, kevin in 8x07)

charlie comeback -> YESYESYES MY QUEEN YOUR HIGHNESS

digging up graves -> more than once i think, but the most important one was right in 8x01 when dean dug up benny's grave T_T

garth appearance -> yes. we have been garthed. 8x06

new monster species -> does the golem count as a monster? idk what he is but i'll just take it

some crazy lore about the creation of humanity or angels or some shit -> i'll count the tablets for this i think? i mean we learn a whole lot about angels, demons, leviathan. so yeah i'd say it qualifies as crazy lore

cas doing human things and being adorably clueless -> i love when he does that. the supermarket scene in 8x22 was everything

no main character dies -> i can't believe i'm saying this, but yes! sam, dean AND cas all got out of this season ALIVE??? (there have been enough other deaths though)

someone calls dean cas' boyfriend -> surprisingly not. but instead we got "your angel" so i'm not complaining

crowley being a dick but also saving them -> he wasn't exactly keen on saving their asses this season. he was iconic though, as always

sad childhood flashbacks -> nah (thanks for sparing us. at least from that one)

wanted by the police again -> also nah

getting drunk together -> also not. BUT we got dean and cas drinking at a bar together in the last ep (i think it was the last one). they didn't get drunk though but at least that

yeah sooo... BINGO BITCHES i'm having so much fun with this show (actually i'm suffering but in a good way)

[grimpath]

Ken x angel!You

Request! I've chosen to make some general headcanons, a little more easy-going than my usual, rather angsty ones.

— you were a bit of a rebel, leaving the lost paradise behind. momma wasn't happy about it. not only that, but now you can't come back. the choice has been made and there's no turning back for the wayward child. such things are not forgiven. you have to take responsibility for your actions.

— the good old problem of parents and children, although your feuds were about discussing the interpretation of the fundamental principles of your world, so it's a bit more complicated than just tantrums from scratch.

— technically, she's not your mother at all. she didn't give birth to you, but she raised you, just like she's raised many other angels.

— but you didn't just run away; you decided to do one last dirty trick. you plunged to the very depths of hell, with the intention of releasing the one who was serving the harshest of punishments.

— how can a traitor judge who is also a traitor? it's easy to question the legitimacy of the punishments inflicted.

— the guards weren't a problem, of course. no one dared to suspect an angel, even though they were eyeing you.

— Ken's escape wasn't entirely thanks to you. he was already close to it. you just, well, provided a helping... wing. and beak. yeah, the ices of inferno failed to resist the angel's beak.

— in return, he gave you a job and a roof to live under. that's a fair trade.

— everything went pretty usual, as usual it could be for an angel living among the rotlings. most of the visitors even thought of you as a kind of puppet or a disguised one of their own.

— until one day Ken disappeared. and returned a few days later, covered in blood, both purple and... black.

— Mud came across to the sight and commented nonchalantly:

"you and the big lug had a little spat, huh?"

— after brother had left, Ken, with a terrifyingly serious face, nodded to the freezer, and you followed him on weak legs.

— you had your guesses. but you didn't expect big baby eyes to look at you from a shabby bundle. the silence was deafening. until a little one laughed and reached out a tiny hand to you.

— "that's... quite a fancy dinner you brought for tonight. but I think it's a little... raw. even for rotlings", — you said, using humor as a coping mechanism.

— as Mel grew, you two became closer. caring for a human baby in a world that is not suitable even for adult alive humans is a very bonding experience!

— one day, when you two were arguing about household chores, Ken was reckless enough to throw such a phrase:

"you better find your beak a better use than pecking at me"

and that was the turning point, when you went shooting first and asking questions later, turning anger into something better. you grabbed him by the straps of his apron and did peck him once again, this time literally. it actually more resembled a kiss. because it was.

a throaty laugh escaped his mouth as he grabbed you by the waist, yanking you closer:

"breaking the ice once again, dovey?"

— running away along with falling for a rotling is a recipe for exile. well, you definitely cooked.

[marriedtotheblunt]

girls?

boyfriend!rafe x missy!reader (cw: accidental outing)

inspired by this request

“how do you live like this…” rafe grumbled as he searched through her drawers. nothing had a home, random items grouped together… it simply perplexed rafe.

“i have a system. you just don’t get it” she rolled her eyes as she continued to style her hair. rafe continued to search for a certain shirt he knew he left here… a frustrated sigh leaving him as he got on the floor to check under her bed. she chuckled softly as her eyes caught rafe’s reflection. his bare torso presenting a nice view as she perfected her hair.

“yes!” rafe grinned as he grabbed his shirt from underneath the bed, but when he pulled the shirt out something slid out with it. he curiously picked up the envelope and shirt as he stood up. rafe took a quick glance over to his girlfriend to make sure she wasn’t watching. he wasn’t being invasive, he just wanted to look before she said no… flipping open the envelope quietly. inside, a collection of polaroids and photobooth strips. when rafe looked closer he was confused, he didn’t recognize the girl you were with. he carefully flipped through some photos before seeing a certain photo that made his eyes widen.

“you like girls?” rafe suddenly burst out. he shut his mouth, instantly regretting saying something. her head whipped around as she gave rafe a bamboozled look. neither of them spoke for a moment, sharing a confused look.

“i-i just, this came out with my shirt when I pulled it from under the bed…” rafe spoke nervously as he showed the envelope to her.

“so you just go through my stuff without asking?” she growled, snatching the envelope from rafe’s hand. her heart raced as her gaze searched her room for anything but rafe.

rafe was silent for a moment, his expression softening as he stood across the room. “why didn’t you tell me?” he asked in a gentle tone. she didn’t reply right away, finding the right words to say.

“i didn’t know how to bring it up at the start of our relationship, and then 1 month turned into 5 and i starting to think ‘it’s weird to bring it up now after so long’.” her voice was unusually shy, almost embarrassed as she spoke.

“oh princess…” rafe sighed, stepping closer to his girlfriend. “this has been eating at you hasn’t it?” he chuckled, spinning her chair around to see her. the soft sparkle in her eyes never failed to amaze rafe.

“you don’t think it’s weird I never told you?” she asked, her anxious demeanour slowly softening back up.

“mmm… i definitely think it was strange… but im just happy to know more about you.” rafe smiled. his hand cupped the side of her face, her soft and warm skin always felt like home to rafe. “im pretty surprised you managed to keep a secret for so long” he chuckled, the sound soothing her soul.

“me too.” she quietly replied. while a weight was lifted from her shoulders the embarrassment still lingered. “im sorry I didn’t tell you, rafe.”.

“no baby, don’t apologise…” rafe frowned, pulling her out of her chair and into a bear hug. “its all okay.” he hummed soothingly as her head nodded against his neck, no care for the meticulously styled hair. comfort, love and connection were more important than anything else when rafe’s princess is feeling down.

[dolly4stxr]

Basic info -

Name - Ray

Age - 16

Pronouns - he /him or he/they

Sexuality - bisexual

IM TRANS SINCE SOME OF YALL CANT FIGURE THAT OUT IM A BOY IM A MAN IM A GUY. FEMALE TO MALE GUYS.

stuff I'm into

Movies/TV shows: supernatural, vampire diaries, fight club , Silent hill, scream, the outsiders , monster high, barbie movies 2000s, Friday the 13th movies , ect

Music - Guns n roses, Megadeath, Metallica, Rob Zombie, Gorillaz, korn , Jack Off Jill, Radiohead , Nirvana , Red Hot Chilli Peppers, System Of A Down, Limp bizkit, Hole, HIM , Linkin Park,

Sports I do - boxing , surfing , volleyball, cheerleading, twirl , track.

my babies :

@skidfart2 - my sweet boy I love him so much he's my entire world <3

@robertlover64 - my little brother I love him lots and his music taste is peak and one of the funniest people i know <3

@pinkertoast - sweetest boy I love him dearly he has a special place in my heart <3

@in-my-locket - sweet girl i love her she's my best friend <3

@number1fagatron - pretty boy I love him sososos much I enjoy talkin wit him everyday <3

@kartdeko - my pretty boy I love him so so so much <3

@flynnstarrzz - sweet boy I love him so so much I look forward to our daily calls it always makes me happy knowing he's there

@mentallylivingin2000s - gorgeous girl I swear she's my biggest fan man <3

@whatthefuck1200 - funniest boy after isaak and me n him obsess over supernatural

@deimosbreakfrost - he's my partner in crime literally always love when we expose a pedo together <3

@imlostbutibegnopardon - I love them so much I'll always be their when they need me <3 (also one of the prettiest ppl I've met )

@deathtoyourboy - one of the sweetest boys I know you just gotta get to know him I love him so so so so much <3

@softerrr-softest - I love sid so much he's literally my spirt animal <3

@flareon39 - minecraft buddie I love him he's dope <3

@diary-of-a-loser-boy - the 2nd best rizzler cus I'm first

@fawnnnnnnnnnnn - sweetest girl ever I love her so much <3

( let me know if I forogt anyone I be doing these so much I forget)

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

You don’t have to do this request whatsoever, you can even ignore it 😅 I was just wondering if you could possibly make a part two to the Fire and Water don’t mix? Again, please don’t feel pressured into doing this. I hope you have an amazing day and week! Love your work💗

Thank you so much, requests mean the world to me 😭🥰

Fire and Water dont mix pt 2

As the nurses and doctors discussed their plans at the doorway, Katsuki held your hand tightly. He looked stern and confident, his usual fiery eyes glared at them through his furrowed brows, but you could see the concern, the anxiety flicker in them. He squeezed your hand three times quickly, the unspoken gesture that meant I love you, it was something hed done since you first started dating, long before he was confident enough to say the words. Now, it was reserved for quiet moments, for moments to ground you both when life threw curve balls at you.

The doctor that had discussed the plans with you walked over, holding a clip board and set of gloves in his hands, looking up at Katsuki he tried to calm his own nerves at the intimidating glares,

“So, as we’ve discussed, we’re happy to continue with the treatment if this is still something you wanted to continue with.” He handed you and Katsuki paperwork to fill out, it was long drawn out medical jargon which only translated to you as ‘do you want a baby by any means? Then get ready for hell on earth.’ You both signed the papers, dotted the i’s and triple checked youd crossed the t’s before handing it back to the doctor and holding your breaths, nothing could prepare you for what they were going to do next.

All three nurses walked to your side, pretty young women with bright eyes and eager dreams, smiled sweetly at you as the concern on their faces tried to hide away, two of them held their hands out for you to hold, as another walked Katsuki to the chair opposite you.

“Not a chance. Im staying by her fucking side, if she has to go through pain then so do I. I don’t care if she breaks my hand, im staying right here next to her.”

The women smiled at him endearingly, the love he had for you was not lost on anyone in the room. They all stood at the head of your bed, ready to spring into action at a moments notice, as both doctors walked over, one helped lower the bed so you were laying flat as the other pressed buttons on one of the machines next to you. They hooked you up to wires and ivs, the wince as they inserted needles and tubes into you made Katsukis stomach drop, it was only the start of the hell youd endure and he already looked like it was too much for him. He had to physically stop himself from pushing them away from you, knowing that they were doing their jobs much like he did his, and focused his attention on holding your hand, rubbing your head and trying his best to distract you.

“Remember when it was me on the bed, and you holding my hand? God that needle fucking killed…”

“Kats, it was a blood test, you were being a baby.” You laughed, remembering how he nearly passed out in your arms, acting like they were pouring pure venom into his bloodstream.

After a few moments, the female doctor then spoke, discussing their plans with you, laying out the plan of action.

“So, now that weve stabilised your vitals, this is where it gets…uncomfortable. We need to active your quirk, but…” She looked visibly uncomfortable talking you through the plan, “ we need to overwork it. We need to push you to your breaking point in hopes that your quirk because too exhausted that we can then try to fertilise the egg. If this fails, we may need to temporarily drop your oxygen levels and put your body into a state of which it thinks it’s dying, so that your body will latch onto the egg and fertilise it. Our bodies want to instinctively procreate, so we’re hoping that your body realises it might die so that your quirk can push through and try to evolve itself, try to push its longevity through conception. It’s a long shot, it might not work, but because of the knowledge we have of quirks, we understand that their primal urge to procreate should hopefully be enough. If you’re ready, we’re happy to continue. Mr Bakugo, we need you to help too.”

She handed him two pots, they needed him to give them samples to help fertilise the eggs as they forced your body through excruciating pain. He looked down at the pots and back up at the doctor like she’d just told him the most disgusting, gut wrenching joke of all time.

“You think im gonna be able to cum after you’ve just told us all that?! I couldn’t even if I wanted to…” You placed your hand on his arm, smiling sweetly up at him.

“It’s okay kats, it’ll be worth it. Plus, if you ask nicely they might let me put one of those uniforms on and help you out.” Tears started to well in his eyes as he looked down at the tubes and wires hanging out of you, you looked so trapped and worn down already, he wanted to save you, to whisk you away from the clinical walls and cradle you in your bed together. He looked down at your chest and sighed, hoping that he could at least give them one sample.

“Fine. Everyone fuck off. If im gonna do it, im doing it here with her.” The other doctor put his hand on katsukis shoulder, promptly being pushed off as soon as he touched him.

“Im sorry sir but, you can’t do it here. It’s not sterile to deposit your sample right here, we need it to be as clean and safe as possible for what were about to do. “ Katsuki glared at him, burning his anger into the doctors soul.

“Shes about to flood the fucking building, I think it’ll be alright.” Smoke started to flicker from his fingers, how dare they tell him to go wank in the corner. You laughed nervously at him, trying to defuse the situation.

“Can he at least do it slightly behind me, Yano at the head of the bed? I won’t move too much, not that I even can…” The nurses let out nervous laughs as you held your hands slightly up showing off the wires.

“You can go into the bathroom together if you think it would help to collect the samples. But you cannot under any circumstances touch her body Mr Bakugo. Ideally we would like to start the quirk exhaustion as you’re collecting the sample, but understand that it may not be possible. Y/n, as soon as the samples have been collected you will need to return to the bed and call for us immediately so we can hook you back up and begin the treatment.”

You looked at each other nervously, knowing vaguely what lay ahead, and nodded for them to leave so you could both go into the bathroom together. As the doctors took the ivs out and helped you stand, they left the room, leaving nothing but you, Katsuki and the impending doom of your potential death lingering in the heavy air.

“Right well, let’s get to work then shall we baby?” You smirked at him, undoing your shirt to expose your chest. He hated how quickly his trousers became tight. The anxiety of what was coming was fighting against his urge to rip your clothes off and shove his face into your chest, smoothing you in tender protective kisses and marks. “Remember though, no touching okay?”

The fact he couldn’t touch you maybe his urges take over, he needed you, needed to touch you and tease you, needed to feel your body shake under his. Katsuki was a very physical man, and one of the many things you loved about him was how aggressively he touched your body, he couldn’t keep his hands off you at the best of times, let alone when he was horny. It was torture for him to have to sit there and watch you rub your tits inbetween your fingers, watch you reach up and suck on one of them, staring into his eyes. You knew exactly how to drive him wild, touching or not.

He took his cock from his trousers as he leant against the wash basin in the bathroom, stroking himself already at the sight of you. He’d never been watched before, but seeing how naturally you took on the role of pleasing his eyes was more than enough to get him close already. You reached down and started tracing the outline of your entrance over your trousers, softly moaning his name.

“Oh kats, yeah…right there…fuck, you’re making me so wet. You feel so good touching me like that. Fuck, faster please baby. Im all yours, use me, touch me, fuck me. Make me scream. Baby please. “

His eyes scanned every inch of you, he had to fight every instinct he had not to shove you up again the door and wrap your legs around his hips. He needed to touch you, to taste you, to have you. As he became close he grabbed one of the pots and then with another moan of his name he filled it. His body shaking, leaking cum almost completely overflowing the small pot, as he came down from his high embarrassment and anxiety filled his body again. He knew that as soon as he’d finished, it would all begin. The torture, the extreme pain, the unforgiving breaking of your quirk. He wanted to stall for as long as possible, begging you that he wasnt done, he had more to give, but ultimately saw the look in your eyes, it was time.

[ladysomething]

Can we have another snippet ?? I have like no clue what the next chapter is gonna be like!

honestly ... there's a lot going on next chapter. it's very much a transition into the next/final phase of the fic.

“Lolo!” Charles presses his drink into Max’s hand so he can throw his arms around his older brother. The party is in full swing around them, throngs of people Charles doesn’t know wishing him a happy birthday, but he ignores them all in favour of his brother. “Congratulations!” 

“Maman told you, did she?” Lorenzo asks, hugging Charles tightly. “I wanted to tell you myself.” 

“She thought I already knew,” Charles admits apologetically. “Ah, I’m sorry, by the way. For not making time for you earlier.” 

“You’re busy,” Lorenzo says lightly, but his eyes slide over to Max, who’s standing silently beside Charles. He looks Max up and down, clearly more than slightly accusatory, then flicks back to Charles. Charles narrows his eyes at him, trying to silently tell him to back off. This is his birthday party, not a chance to be a dick to Max. “Laura says happy birthday.” 

“She’s not coming?” Charles asks, surprised. He likes Laura. 

“She’s not feeling great. Maybe we can catch up when you’re back in Monaco after the triple header?” 

“Yeah, of course,” Charles agrees. As long as this doesn’t go like how it went with Maman this morning, he’ll be happy to see Lorenzo again before the end of the season. “Ah, Lolo, you remember Max?” 

Lorenzo looks back at Max, eyes hardening. “Of course,” he says mildly, then extends his hand. “Max.” 

Charles feels guilty as Max shakes Lorenzo’s hand. He’d admitted to Max today that his family doesn’t like him—Charles’ fault, for talking shit about him for years. He’d also admitted that there is no way he can tell them about the auction yet, maybe ever, and even though he’s tried to speak kindly about Max since then, his family is still weary. 

Max, bless him, had taken it on the chin, even though Charles could tell that he was upset. Charles understands; he’d feel pretty upset if Max’s family—Sophie and Kelly, at least—didn’t like him. 

“Good to see you again,” Max says politely. “You found the yacht alright?” 

“I have lived here my whole life,” Lorenzo says pointedly. Charles’ stare graduates to full glare. “And it’s hard to miss, considering the size.” 

“Why don’t I get you a drink?” Charles interrupts loudly, before Lorenzo could be ruder. “Max, I’ll just—” 

“Yeah, baby, I’ll let you two catch up.”