#and he kept ignoring purpled for the new baby

[fagtainsparklez]

purpled HATED apple when he first met her, largely because he doesn’t like kids and especially didn’t like how she kept grabbing onto everything and anything she could (his hair, antennae, piercings, keychains,), and it definitely took a while for him to warm up to her. i think it only hit them when she was around 3 or 4 that 1. she wasn’t giving up on befriending them no matter what and 2. they could shape the kid into a mini-them with enough work. they’re now best friends and hannah only semi-regrets introducing them, especially after purpled taught apple about business and the girl successfully scammed both foolish and boomer before getting caught

[nanaslutt]

omgg for sukuna edging and him not letting you cum till you’re crying and begging + infront of a mirror 🧎🏽‍♀️

Contains: fem reader, established relationship, non curse au, s*x toys, so much dirty talk, degradation, pussy/clit slapping, teasing, edging, manhandling, dacraphillia, sweet sukuna at the end :3

MDNI

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Your boyfriend currently had you spread out in front of your full-length mirror, only clad in his oversized s-shit as he sat behind you with a pretty purple dildo in his hand. You watched him rub the lube over the silicone dick through the mirror as he got it nice and wet for you. His steady breaths made your body rise and fall with it from the proximity of you pressed against his chest.

Suddenly his piercing eyes looked up and caught you staring at him, a malicious smirk growing on his face. "You watchin' me baby?" He teased, grinning when he watched your eyes fall over to his large hand stroking the toy, no longer to spread the lubricant over it, just to tease you. You nodded at his words, "Good, want you to watch me when I fuck 'ur pussy with this dick too." He instructed, making you nod again. "Words~" He drawled, tsking at you, he knew you knew better. "Yes, Sukuna." You said, making him hum in approval.

"Spread your pussy for me." He instructed, staring into your soul as he waited for you to follow his direction. A hiss left his mouth as he sucked a breath in through his teeth when you reached down with one of your hands to spread your folds apart in a V shape for his watchful eyes. "Why are you so wet baby? Huh?" He asked biting his lip as he brought the dildo in front of you and started rubbing it through your folds teasingly.

You shrugged, looking in the mirror as he pet your pussy with the silicone. A big hand was gripping the bottom half of your face before you knew it, tilting your head up in the mirror to make eye contact with him. "Keep that 'not talking' shit up and I promise you won't be cumming tonight." He said, all teasing vanished from his tone. You didn't mean to piss him off, this was new and you were both excited and nervous, but clearly, that wasn't a good enough excuse to ignore Sukuna.

"Sorry, 'm sorry." You whispered, keeping your eyes on his in the mirror. "That's more like it, it's so easy to use your words, right?" He asked, nodding your head for you with his grip on your chin. "Yes." You responded, loud and clear, making his grin appear back on his face at your obedience. "Now hold your thighs apart for me while I fuck this cunt." He instructed, making you swallow hard as you spread your knees to what was most comfortable and kept your hands braced on them, not trusting you would be able to keep them open with your thighs alone at how rough he could get.

Sukuna pressed the head of the silicone dick against your entrance, making you think he was going to push it in as he watched you hold your breath in the mirror; instead, he pulled it back out and started rubbing it through your folds again. The toy was way smaller than Sukuna's cock, sure, but you have used it many times on your own and it always got the job done. You were assuming with Sukuna having control over it now it was going to do a lot more than just get the job done.

The pink-haired man repeated the same action, pressing it against your hole, deeper this time, letting the tip catch inside the ring of your cunt before he pulled it out again. He made the tip of the dick kiss your clit, rubbing circles there before he rubbed the length between your folds and got the toy even wetter. He was sure you would've started begging for him to put it in at this point, but you were behaving too well after your slip-up earlier of not talking, so he would have to go about getting you to beg another way; he was sure this way would work.

He knew you were needy from the way your hole was dripping slick down between the slope of your ass, and your cunt clenching around nothing as your clit throbbed in tandem under his watchful eyes. "Pussy achin' for it?" He asked, dropping his hold on your chin to slide his hand under his shirt you were wearing to pinch your nipple and roll the bud between his fingers as he spoke. "Yes, p-please Sukuna." You begged, your eyes fluttering when he tweaked your nipple just right, sending shivers down your spine.

"Not actin' like it." He said, bringing the dildo away from your cunt before he slapped it heavily back against your folds, making wet 'plp' sounds emanate in the room as your body jerked forward at the stimulation. "Usually you lose 'ur mind if I don't give you my cock right away~" He teased. You brought your clouded gaze up to meet his eyes instead of watching his ministrations on your pussy. "S 'cos it's not ur dick Kuna." You said honestly. He swore he felt his heart skip a beat at your words, you could be so unpredictable sometimes.

"That right?" He asked, his grin spreading on his face as he watched you nod and verbally answer 'yes'. "My cock the only one that gets you all riled up?" He asked, biting his lip as the two of you kept your gazes on one another. "Only your cock, only you." You said, whining when he started pushing the silicone into the tight ring of your cunt. "So I should give you my dick instead of this stupid toy, right?" He said, his jaw dropping still in a smile while he watched your mouth fall open in a small o the deeper he pushed the toy.

"Wanna feel your boyfriend's cock stretchin' out ur pussy instead of this shit?" He teased, working you up with his words alone as he pressed the toy to the hilt and rotated it in circles against you. "Yesyes, P-please K-kuna wanna feel it-" You begged, pouting your lip up at him. He gave a curt laugh before speaking, "Thats too bad~" His voice rang out before he started thrusting the toy into your cunt, watching your eyes drop to his massive hand enveloping the base of the toy while he fucked in expertly in and out of your cunt, angling it up every time he thrust inward to make sure he was hitting your sweet spot.

"You sure you only love my cock?" He said, laughing. "You're acting like such a slut moaning on another dick right in front of me." Sukuna chastized, his gaze finally leaving your eyes as he dropped them down to watch your cunt suck in the pretty toy. "N-no-" You whine, only being able to get out that one word when the hand that was pinching your nipples slides down your body to draw circles against your clit. "No? No what~?" He teased, trying his best to hold back a groan when he felt the toy become harder to pull out of you from how hard you were squeezing around it.

"I'm n-not a slut-" You cry, gasping and moaning through the pleasure he was so roughly giving to you. He laughs absurdly, "Look at yourself!" Sukuna said, giving you a harsh thrust that made you cry out when you didn't immediately obey. "Hey, slut, I said look at yourself." He repeated. You slid your gaze up to admire your current state; your hands were perched on your knees to keep your shaky thighs apart while your massive boyfriend sat behind you and fucked a dildo into your cunt while he rubbed your clit, you did kinda look like a slut.

"Now tell me you don't look like some whore." He giggled, switching up his thrusts from fast and needy to slow and rough, making you yelp every time he fucked the silicone into your pussy. He took your silence as an answer, giggling before he tapped a few fingers harshly on top of your too-sensitive clit, making you jolt forward. "That's what I thought, my pretty girlfriend is a cock-hungry-" thrust "Slut-" His mean words and precisely coordinated thrusts were about to throw you over the edge, your breaths started crescendoing, getting higher and higher in pitch; Sukuna watched as you eyes started to flutter shut and your legs tired to shut under the force of your hands keeping them apart.

"S-sukunaa~ G-gonna Ngh-" You cried out when the circles against your clit grew tighter, faster, you were almost there- fuck- so fucking close, and suddenly- the stimulation stopped altogether as he ripped the dildo from your cunt and drew back his hand from your cunt. He had a malicious smile plastered on his face when your eyes cracked open again, wondering what had happened. "W-why did you stop?" You asked, heaving oxygen greedily into your lungs. "Did you ask me if you could cum?" He said, keeping his gaze intently on your face.

"N-no" You replied, swallowing and briefly looking away before you looked back at him, an incredulous look spreading across his features as he raised his eyebrow at you, "Oh so you know you didn't and you tried to cum anyways?" He asked, "Thought you might've been too fucked out to remember to ask, but you were just being sneaky." he tsked at you. You felt your heart sink to your stomach, "N-no swear, I didn't do it on purpose!" You tried to tell him, to which he gripped your jaw and turned your face to look at him as he brought his face down to your level, his breath hot against your lips.

"Oh so now the story changed? You wanna cum so bad you'd lie to me?" He tilted his face at you while you shook your head and repeats of 'no no no's' fell from your lips. He tsked at you again before he roughly turned your head back towards the mirror and started rubbing the dildo along your folds again, silently. You knew you fucked up, Sukuna being verbal and degrading was worrisome, sure, but silent Sukuna was even more terrifying.

With no warning, he pushed the cock inside your cunt once more and started a brutal pace with no warm-up. Your hips thrust forward to meet him halfway as you fucked yourself on the silicone. "So needy." He chastised, watching you take the pleasure he was giving you. The pace he had set combined with the hand he eventually brought back down to your clit was quickly working you up to another orgasm. Knowing what you had to do this time, you verbalized it to him before you selfishly tried to take the orgasm that he gave you.

"Baby g-gunna cum- can I? Can I cum?" You asked, making sure to look him in the eyes as you did so. "Aww, thanks for tellin' me princess~" He cooed, smiling in faux appreciation; you knew something was off. He opted to leave your question unanswered as he continues fucking the dildo in and out of your cunt, hitting your g-spot straight on and rubbing your clit with pinpoint precision until you were seconds from your orgasm and he pulled the cock out of your walls once more, while simultaneously abandoning your clit, leaving you it to twitch as your cunt clenched around nothing at the loss of another orgasm.

You wined at the loss, squeezing your eyes shut as you tipped your head back to lean against his strong shoulder. "Fuckkk- I was so close-" You cried, feeling the tingle and heat in your tummy die down once more as your orgasm slipped out of reach. "Aww, that really sucks doesn't it?" Sukuna cooed, pouting his lip out at you in faux sympathy. "Maybe if you beg realll good I'll let you cum." He said, going dizzy when you opened your eyes and gazed at him so hopefully.

"Please Sukuna please-" You begged, keeping your eyes on his and his on yours as he absentmindedly slid the dildo back into your cunt and started thrusting. His jaw mimicked yours as it fell open in a small o shape at the feeling of him fucking you again. "Please what baby? What do you want?" He teased, wanting to hear you say it. He started rubbing your clit once more, bringing on the feeling of your orgasm faster this time, "Wanna c-cum please, 'm sorry for trying to g-get away with it before p-please." You begged, feeling it creep up and up and up- "Ohh, so you were trying to get away with it?" He smiled, before pausing his efforts on your cunt, not pulling away, just keeping his hands still from where they worked.

You wined out again, trying to wiggle your hips onto the cock but to no avail, he kept the cock pulled out of you just enough that you couldn't hit that sweet spot inside you alone. You were getting so frustrated, you felt like you were going to cry. You said you were sorry, you said all the things he wanted you to say so why was he being so mean? Your thighs twitched and shook against your hands as you successfully kept them apart throughout this entire session, at least you could do one thing right.

"Baby please I cant t-take it, I said I was sorry, I'm k-keeping my legs open, please Sukuna it hurts, let me cum, please." You begged, your eyes welling up with tears that threatened to spill over your lash line. Sukuna felt his heart threaten to beat out of his chest, your wines and teary eyes made him feel hot all over, hearts practically formed in his eyes as he watched you beg sweetly. When he watched the first tear spill down your cheeks he brought his hand up from your clit to wipe it away with his thumb while smiling, "Big baby." He said softly.

"Surely you don't think of me so lowly that you think I would really leave you unsatisfied." He smirked, grabbing the bottom half of your face in his hand and shaking it for you while you pouted at him. He dropped his hand back down to your clit and started rubbing it slowly, keeping the dildo still inside you. "You mad?" He asked, watching as your eyes started to flutter at the soft stimiulation.

His smile grew when you nodded, he would excuse your lack of a verbal answer now, he did feel bad for making you cry after all. "I'm sorry~" He said, trying to hold back the humor in his voice that he found in your angry face. "Not mad enough to push me away though right?" He checked. You shook your head, relaxing against his chest while he rubbed your clit faster. "Good, gonna make you cum so hard." He whispered, slowly thrusting the dildo inside of you. "Cum whenever you want~" Were the final words that left his lips before he started the rough pace you so loved into your pussy.

Your eyes fell shut, gasps and whines freely left your lips as he fucked you with the silicone aggressively. He bit his lip watching a white ring of your arousal gather on the bottom of the dildo as he fucked it in and out of you, you must've been so worked up to get this wet. It hardly took a minute before you felt like you were going to cum again, this time it felt like it was going to be an intense one. You moaned out his name under your breath as you started squirming against him.

"Already?" He teased, spelling his name over your clit as he fucked into your g-spot and worked you towards your high. "Gonna cum for me?" He asked, noticing how much you were wiggling against his chest. You nodded, gasping his name over and over as he worked you into what would be one of the most intense orgasms of your life. "Fuck fuck fu-ck-" You were cut off as the first wave crashed over you. Your hands dropped to grip his wrist that was rubbing your clit as your legs shut around his hands.

"Yeahh~ Take it, baby, that's fucking right~" Sukuna groaned, fucking the dildo into you as he worked you through your orgasm. Your body jerked forward, and he followed you, as you came hard all over the silicone. This was by far the best orgasm you've ever got out of this toy, and you had him to thank for it. "God you're squeezin' it so fuckin' tight." He laughed as he started slowing the thrusts inside you but kept his ministrations up on your clit as the last waves of your orgasm wracked through you.

You relaxed against him with a sigh, heaving the air into your lungs as he pulled his hand away from your clit and slowly slid the dildo out of you; while you wined at the oversensitive feeling; and he threw the toy off to the side. "Did so good cumin' all over that cock for me~" Sukuna whispered into your ear as he wrapped his arms around your shaky body and watched you in the mirror.

"See? Aren't you glad you waited? Felt so much better, huhh~?" He teased, making you crack your eyes open and glare at him maliciously, still heaving air into your lungs as you gave him a silent but deadly look. "Sheesh~ Okay woman, sensitive topic." He laughed, making you sigh as you shut your eyes once more and let his warmth envelop your body.

[jinwoosungs]

{ 151 }

enough is enough.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

{ take me home, don’t shut me out | it’s easier to leave me down here on the ground | take me home, baby i’m fucked up now | i know it’s easier to leave me down here on the ground | ‘cause enough is enough… }

you had gotten into an argument with jinwoo, feeling your insecurities resurface the moment you saw him standing together with cha hae-in in a picture seen within a news article that detailed their latest raid together.

your phone lands against the hardwood floors of your apartment, the article that had jinwoo and hae-in together still seen against your phone’s screen. currently, your eyes blazing with fury as you kept poking a finger against jinwoo’s chest. “why the hell is she always standing next to you like that? you already know i had deep suspicions when it comes to her!”

jinwoo’s eyes were glowing purple in response, yet he keeps his hands balled up into fists, trying to ensure that he would not hurt you while you were in the midst of arguing with him.

“and the fact that she admits to being into you despite knowing your relationship with me just further annoys me! how could you be so comfortable with her proximity?!”

“you’re overreacting again.” jinwoo finally replies through gritted teeth, choosing instead to head to the fridge as he grabbed a bottle of water. you follow him into the kitchen with your arms crossed, frowning as your eyes continued to glare at him, watching him drink his water while trying to gather your thoughts.

despite being with him since he was an e-rank hunter, you felt as though you were losing the confidence to stay by his side with the way he was now-

a powerful and sought after s-rank hunter.

you didn’t know why you got so angry, so anxious, each time hae-in was close to jinwoo. hell, this wasn’t even the first time you blew up. each time the news or rumors began to surface pertaining to how perfect jinwoo and hae-in were together, you felt devastated.

but deep down, you knew it was because she was more fit to remain by his side than you ever could be.

cha hae-in was an s-rank hunter like him. she could fight by his side without any fear-

unlike you, a mere civilian.

not only was she powerful, but she was achingly beautiful as well. with golden hair and stormy, grey eyes, you knew that compared to her, you didn’t stand a chance.

“it’s such a mystery why you’re here with me.” you manage to tell him in a cold tone, willing yourself to cease caring when jinwoo stiffens in response. “in fact, i feel like you loved me more when you were still an e-rank hunter. i may have even preferred that you stay that way. now… you spend most of your days ignoring me, choosing instead to go on raids- i don’t even know you anymore.”

jinwoo’s eyes continued to glow a deeper purple hue in response when he sets aside his half-empty bottle of water, his tone filled with ice when he tells you, “oh yeah, you may be right then. maybe cha hae-in is more suited for me. at least she won’t constantly nag at me like you do.”

red hot anger (and heartwrenching pain) courses through you, forcing your body to act on instinct when you pick up the bottle of water and toss its contents onto jinwoo.

your eyes widen in response to your actions, seeing the way the water drips down his face and against his shirt. you felt a sense of guilt surrounding you, and when you tried to apologize to him, no words would come out.

jinwoo hides his gaze from you, making you uncertain of his true emotions when he takes quick strides away from you. only when he leaves (slamming your front door in response) did you finally slump down against the ground.

you were actively crying on your knees now, your sobs becoming so potent and painful that your chest ached in response. you felt nauseous, feeling the snot dripping down your nose as you allowed yourself to bask in this pain.

uncertain as to how much time had passed, you only stood back up when the ache against your knees became too much to bear. your hiccups echo throughout the now cold and empty apartment, and you harshly wipe away at your dripping nose. you let out a shaky sigh and forlornly speak to yourself, “you’re such a damn mess. there’s no way jinwoo will come back to you now- i’m such an idiot.”

believing that this was the end for you and jinwoo, you figured that enough was enough for him. he could no longer stand your constant questionings and insecurities pertaining to hae-in-

he was probably running into cha hae-in’s arms right now.

and that thought was enough to further break you.

still sobbing to yourself, you drag your feet across the floors. you pick up your phone and settle it on the coffee table, making your way back to your bedroom as you forced yourself to calm down with a shower. tasting the saltiness of your tears against your damp skin, you lick at your chapped lips and turn on the faucet, making it go as hot as it could go.

peeling off your clothes, you step into the shower and wash away your tears. you bask in the comfort of the hot waters, feeling the droplets soothe your aching bones and muscles. as you began to relax, you decided to spoil yourself a bit and cleanse your body with your favorite scented soap and shampoo. you remain in the shower for close to an hour, only stopping when you felt fully refreshed.

as you wrapped your towel around your naked body, you head back into your room to get dressed in your pajamas, ready to turn in for the night while trying not to think about how his side of the bed would be empty.

once you were fully dressed, you realized that your mind was racing too much to really fall asleep. so, you decided to cheer yourself up, instead. heading to your kitchen, you open up the freezer and got out your favorite flavor of ice cream, uncapping the carton while grabbing a shiny silver spoon.

with your ice cream in hand, you settle yourself on the couch and turn on your t.v. to a random channel, not paying attention to what was going on while digging into your ice cream. you knew that you wouldn’t be able to sleep in the same room that still held all of jinwoo’s belongings and already resigned yourself to a sleepless night on the couch.

yet in the midst of your moping, you heard a series of knocks coming from your door.

“sarang, it’s me. please, let me in?”

you drop your ice cream and spoon on the ground, recognizing jinwoo’s voice. the palm of his hand continues to slam against your door as a sense of desperation was heard in his voice.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you jealous. and i didn’t mean what i said about hunter cha being better for me. she’s a mere colleague, and she only likes me for the way i am now.”

“i’ll admit, she is powerful, and many consider her beautiful- but she doesn’t make my heart race like you do. being around her is stifling, since she only sees and knows me as a powerful hunter. i have to act that way around her at all times-

but with you, i can breathe. you have been with me since the beginning. you have seen me at my weakest, and still love me unconditionally. the same could never be said about hunter cha hae-in.”

you felt the tears streaming down your face as jinwoo stopped knocking on your door, seeming to slump against it as you heard a light ‘thump!’ coming from the door.

“it doesn’t matter, even if you leave me all alone out here, i’ll simply sleep on the ground until you forgive me.”

unable to handle the thought of leaving jinwoo alone, you stand and quickly open the door, revealing jinwoo with bloodshot eyes and a tiny smile. in his hands, you saw an extravagant bouquet along with a cute teddy bear in his arms with an ‘i’m sorry’ message written in a neat script on its plush belly.

letting out a happy sob, you wrap your arms around jinwoo’s neck, nearly crushing the bouquet he had bought for you.

“i’m sorry for throwing water at y-you, and telling you i loved you more when you were weaker… i love you regardless of your s-strength…” you tell him with a shaky sigh as your boyfriend returns your hug while letting out a soft chuckle. “it’s okay, i kind of deserved it; and i know that you love me unconditionally, like you always do.”

jinwoo continues to hold you in his arms before continuing to speak, “five minutes after leaving you, i deeply regretted hurting you and cried. i immediately called jinah for some advice… and after berating me and calling me an idiot, she told me to buy you your favorite gifts all while begging you to take me back.”

you giggle and give jinwoo a squeeze, silently thinking of the ways you could treat jinah for helping you and jinwoo make up.

“well, your sister just proved how much smarter she is compared to her oppa.” you giggle before taking the cute teddy bear and bouquet out of his arms, basking in jinwoo’s embrace as he presses a lingering kiss against your hair after he closed the door.

you stay in his embrace and sway against him. “jinwoo?”

“hm?”

you look up at him with a hopeful gaze. “did you mean… everything that you said? that you can breathe and be yourself around me… and not with cha hae-in?”

jinwoo gives you a smile while brushing back your hair. “i meant every word.”

after that single phrase, you felt all of your doubts disappear when he gives you a sweet, but chaste, kiss, feeling him smile against your lips before pulling away from you.

“let me continue making it up to you… how about i make you your favorite food as a late dinner?”

your eyes became alight with happiness with the promise of jinwoo’s cooking, making you follow your beloved boyfriend into the kitchen as he successfully continues to mend your broken heart with his loving actions alone.

a.n. - i finished making my presentations and am ready to present later on for my classes today, so i’m treating myself to writing another jinwoo story for good luck ♡ after all, writing about jinwoo gives me strength 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[speechlessxx]

new addition. [henry cavill x reader]

summary: anything henry does instantly goes viral.

warnings: mention of fangirls. plot twist?

word count: ~850

It was a poor choice of words on Henry’s behalf – and he knew that.

You knew he knew that.

Ever since you’ve met him, nearly three years ago, you’ve noticed that Henry relished in the chaos he created from just one simple post. Whether it was a clip of him working out or him panting after his jog or even a simple picture of Kal, he sent the internet into a frenzy each time he broke his silence on social media. In fact, you would say he’d get off on it – but of course, he would only respond with a amused smirk and a shake of his head.

And sometimes, just sometimes, he liked to drag you into his mess.

So, when your phone dinged once, then twice, then a million times after one afternoon, you knew Henry had done something yet again.

At first, you ignored the incessant chimes of Instagram and Twitter. The colorful purple and the calm blue icons staring up at you, tauntingly as if saying, “we know something you don’t”. But this wasn’t your first time on the Henry post rollercoaster, and you opted to just turn your phone on Do Not Disturb, silencing the annoying chimes and buzzing.

But only for a few hours … until curiosity got the better of you, and you found yourself exchanging your novel for your cell phone.

You noticed that your accounts had an influx of new followers and posts had more likes and comments than usual. The culprit for this sudden popularity was a single tagged post from your beloved boyfriend.

It was a rather strange occurrence. Henry was keen on keeping your relationship as private as his career would allow. You’ve graced his stories once or twice throughout your two year long relationship, but he had never been so outright and forthcoming on his public feed.

The photograph was nowhere near risqué – which brought a bit or relief to your anxiety. It was a photograph of you curled up on Henry’s bare chest, sleeping your fatigue away. You were covered up enough with the nearly sheer night slip and Henry’s muscled arm wrapped around you. However, it was the caption that caught your eye.

“Our new addition kept her up all night.”

Your jaw dropped and eyes widened as you read that line over and over again. That cheeky little –

There were multiple “congratulations” comments beneath the post, followed by various celebratory emojis. Of course, there was a heavy amount of jealous fans’ inputs, but you considered yourself a veteran at this point – their comments became an inherent risk the moment Henry asked you out on a date.

Speculations, articles, “Baby Cavill” trended worldwide. You couldn’t help but slap a palm onto your forehead before groaning. Despite being frustrated because you were trending for such an obscure reason, you couldn’t help but find the entire situation amusing.

You came out of your shared bedroom just as he was walking into the house. Normally, you would take the time to admire your sculpted-by-the-gods boyfriend – especially after a run or a work out – but today, you wagged a finger in his face.

“You,” you said, in a mock scolding tone, “owe the world an explanation, Mr. Cavill.” Behind Henry padded in Kal, who ran to greet you, nudging your calves with his wet nose. “Your dad has gotten me into big trouble, bear.”

The dog stared up at you with big eyes but you knew that the only thought going through the Akita’s mind was, “treat?”

Henry burst out laughing as he pulled out his phone, undoubtedly reading through the mess he’s created. He seemed almost as elated as he was when he saw the reactions to his PC building video.

“Hennn,” you whined, pouting.

Before your boyfriend could respond, a high pitched bark could be heard as your new puppy ran  towards its family. Energic from his afternoon nap, the little guy jumped and pawed at you, trying to get your attention. He’d occasionally bump into Kal but the older dog didn’t pay him any mind, opting to lay down on the wooden floors, exhausted from his run with his dad.

You bent down to play with the little puppy, cooing at it and handling its tiny paws as Henry recorded.

He’d eventually post the multitude of photos and videos of you and the new puppy with the caption, “Just to clarify, we got a new puppy.” The simple caption would ease the fangirls, but the new puppy news did not stop Baby Cavill from continuing to trend.

Henry loved watching his family grow. The puppy testing Kal’s patience, but Kal proving time and time again that he is a very good boy. And you were an incredible dog mom. Going through the photos on his new post brought a smile to his face as he found himself getting lost in a day dream. He couldn’t wait to introduce an actual little one to the family (though you’d argue that the puppy was indeed your baby).

[princessconsuela120]

✰ PATCHING UP ✰

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Summary: after a run in with the poachers, Sebastian patches up all your wounds.

Warnings: mentions of blood, light cursing, fluff

Author’s Note: you already know Sebastian is gonna be here a lot. Enjoy guys!

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“HOLD STILL NOW.” Sebastian said softly, one hand holding the side of your face while the other lightly dabbed at an open cut that took up your cheek. You had been out on another adventure after hearing of a group of poachers nearby. They had taken a baby niffler and were posting posters around town for ransom. You couldn’t let them kill the poor thing. So of course you stormed the camp. One thing led to another, and here you were again, sitting across from your boyfriend, snapping at him every few seconds the disinfectant would stink your wound. This happened so often in fact, Sebastian kept a first aid kit in the room of requirements, seeing as the injuries you gave yourself were too deep to cure with magic not done by a healer.

“It’d be easier to hold still if you weren’t digging that tissue into my skin.” You snapped, gritting your teeth at the stink in your cheek. Sebastian rolled his eyes.

“Actually, I’m not even touching you with the towel anymore, I just sprayed you with the disinfectant your mum sent you.” He explained, making you groan, squeezing into his arm as you tried to suppress the burn that came when he sprayed the bottle again.

“Ugh, we’ll, it hurts like a bugger, you must be doing something wrong.”

He sighed, taking a moment to frown at you.

“Take a deep breath, yeah? You’re probably just still reeling from the fight.” He said, making you listen to his instruction. He sighed, moving to the other side of your face to see your eye bloodshot and red, a large purple mark right below it. “Merlin’s beard y/n, you’d think you’d learn your lesson with magic.” He lectured, gently brushing his fingers against your bruised skin before turning back to the first aid kit.

“I have, mostly at least. The gash under my cheek was when I decided to start fighting with fists. Show those damned poachers who’s boss.” You mimicked a punch with your hands, causing Sebastian to scoff as he pulled out another cloth.

“It looks like they showed you, actually.” He teased, making you shove him playfully as he chuckled.

“Oh posh. They were wearing giant rings on their fingers. Cheating pricks.” You rolled your eyes. “I would’ve had them though.”

“Oh I’m sure you would have.” Sebastian mumbled, not able to hold back his smile as you described the fight with excitement. He wasn’t happy you got in a fight, not at all. But he couldn’t help but smile whenever you got excited over things like this. He couldn’t lie, he would always be proud of his girl.

“Are you almost finished?” You whined, making him chuckle at your childish response.

“Not even close. But I suppose I can patch up majority of the rest rather quickly if you’re in a hurry?”

“Only slightly. I wanted to show Rocky his new home.” You replied with a shrug, causing Sebastian to raise an eyebrow at you, pulling away from your face after smoothing out the bandage that he put on your cheek.

“Rocky?”

“The niffler I saved. You didn’t think this fight was for no reason did you?” He scoffed.

“Well, you do enjoy charging poacher camps for new cloaks, so I wouldn't be entirely surprised.” He teased, though you chose to ignore his comment.

“He’s the cutest thing you ever saw.” You gawked, pulling out the nab sack you had brought with you on your journey. You opened the bag, alleging the small light purple baby niffler to leap from the confinements of the bag. He seemed to quickly make his way into one of your vivariums, Sebastian watching as you swooned for the baby the whole time.

“Isn’t he just the cutest?” You asked, turning to him excitedly.

“I don’t know, I think you’re cuter.” He flirted, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“What a cheeky boy you are, Sallow.” You said with a smirk. He chuckled.

“What? It’s true.”

He grabbed your hand carefully, not wanting to mess up the bandages he had wrapped around your bruised knuckles, and led you back to the chair where he was patching you up.

“I’m sure it is. Now hurry up and finish so I can feed Rocky.” You whimpered loudly, pulling your face away from him as he dabbed a wet cloth on your lip. “Bloody hell!” You shouted, causing him to frown.

“Sorry.”

“Merlin’s, fuck that hurt.” You grumbled, carefully touching your lip before meeting his eyes. He pouted at you, grabbing your hands and kissing them gently, in an attempt to apologize.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll make sure to kiss it better when I’m done.” He smirked, once again causing you to scoff. You threw one of the cloths at his face as he laughed loudly.

“Oh shut it you arse.” You teased, now laughing as you smiled happily at Sebastian.

[bippiti]

anla j.s

anla [trv] — to yearn for

synopsis when jake goes through the heat for the first time, who's better to go to than you?

pairing na'vi! jake sully x omaticayan! gn afab reader

things to note set in the first movie, the reader takes neytiris role & teaches him the omaticayan ways

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when jake was first learning the omaticayan ways, he would often come to you with different questions and thoughts. He'd ask you about the plants, the forest, the food, and more. even after he became fully na'vi, he'd find you with more inquiries.

but when he found you deep in the forest, you knew something was amiss. you could feel the heat radiating off of him and see the sweat covering his forehead; his hands were shaking as he bought them toward you

jake was a mess. he had been riding his ikran when he felt this wave of something hit him. he felt warmth spread over his body, and as he got off, he only had one person on his mind.

you.

and now that he had found you, his head was getting light. seeing you, your hips, your face, your eyes.. it was too much. you were too much.

you knew what was wrong almost immediately; males that are of age but haven't yet mated go through tìsom. it's eywas attempt to push them to who they are meant to be with. apparently, it was you. you couldn't deny the feelings you had for jake. spending almost every day together for the last few months, you had found yourself falling for the dreamwalker. that didn't matter right now; you had to take care of him.

he knew you were trying to explain something to him, but it was falling on deaf ears. all he could think about was you. how you'd look without your loincloth on. how you'd look on top of him. how you'd sound while he-

you clapped in front of his face, pulling him out of his thoughts, and you sighed. him finding you was a sign from eywa; you couldn't just ignore it. standing up, you grabbed jake as you made your way to the tree of voices. once you got there, you kneeled among the purple and blue flowers.

"you finding me while you're in tìsom was a sign from eywa jake. it means that we are meant to be mates. my heart has already chosen you, but you must choose me too" you look up at him, tail moving faster than you'd like it too. you were nervous, but you doubt he'd pick it up in the state that he's in.

"I've already chosen you, too," he whispered, bringing his hand up to your cheek. you welcomed the warmth and grabbed your queue. following you, he did the same. as you made tsaheylu, you closed your eyes. you could feel him, feel the warmth spreading across your chest, into your stomach as you began to get drunk off him.

you connected lips, his tongue brushed yours as you began to grind down onto him. his hands fell down to your waist, and you could feel his nails press into your skin; the crescents they formed were a welcomed pain. your moans were silenced as his lips began a feverish assault on your lips. he was rough. too preoccupied, you didn't notice his hands snake to the knot in your top, silently undoing it. once you felt it become loose you shrugged it off, and he took a moment to bask. he finally had you. you in your full glory. lips puffed, eyes glossy, he had you.

seeing the way he was watching you brought back memories of when you had begun to teach him

jake was still new to pandora, a baby. in your words, at least. whenever he was walking in the forest, he was mesmerized. apparently, on earth, they had lost most of their greenery, much of it being synthetic and chemically engineered. he would reach his hands up to touch the Loreyu and would always smile when they would collapse into themselves. his childlike awe of pandora only increased over time. Pandora was a gift that kept on giving, and its beauty never ceased to amaze him.

you were the best thing pandora had given him. you were his home; he never had to be afraid of you judging him. no matter how stupid his questions or rash his decisions, you would be there with him. and now that he had you on top of him, kissing him, he could die a happy man.

the kisses he left on your neck began to trail down to your collarbone, leaving purple marks in their wake. as he trailed his lips down to your chest, swirling circles onto your nipples and massaging the other. your breathing started to get uneven, and your hips started pressing onto him harsher. you let out a moan as he bit down. the smirk on his face was evident as he brought you down onto the cool soil. he continued his path down, past your naval and stopping at your hips.

he glanced up at you, hands still on either side of you. a silent ask for permission. you raised your hips, and that was all he needed. he hastily began to undo the knot, groaning when he was met with the smell of you. he couldn't wait; he needed to be inside you

your breathing got uneven as he started rubbing his tip up n down your folds, collecting your slick. you felt yourself become full as he slowly pushed himself inside you

-

you don’t know how long jake had had you pressed into the soil, you honestly couldn’t care. you had cum more times than you could count, and his pace was unrelenting. with each thrust of his hips he met your cervix, and you felt your head grow light at the feeling.

his fingers dug into your hips as his pace began to accelerate again. you felt the familiar coil forming in your stomach as you moaned out.

jake brought his head down to your ear as he began to whisper sweet nothings to you; each thrust had you seeing stars, and as you let go you felt him coating your walls

-

as you were settling in with your new life with jake, you hadn’t been feeling the best, you had become faint many a time and food you used to love suddenly tasted like ash

you had gone to your mother the tsa’hik about it, and after a prick on your neck you looked up to see her smiling at you

eywa had given you another gift

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That’s when - DR3 x Fem!OC

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Summary:  First part here. It’s been eight weeks since Em left Australia, six weeks since she got on her train to Liverpool. But when her closest friends pool their resources to locate her she finds herself back where everything started, just four years later.

Word Count: 11.7k

Warnings: mentions of pet death (not Em or Dans!), emotionally/mentally abusive families, angst, mentions of potential cheating, Zak Brown (he counts), mentions of fatal crashes.

A/N: It’s heeeere! Thank you so much for the wonderful reception this fic has gotten, and we hope part two is everything you’ve been waiting for. This most definitely isn’t the end of Dan and Em’s story, we’ve so much more to write about.

May 2022

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The worst pain that Emma thought she’d ever felt in her life was when she was six years old. She was barefoot on freshly cleaned floors, running around her parents house playing an imaginary game when she slipped and fell right into the doorframe. She remembered her yells for her parents, her baby toe pointing out to the side and turning purple almost before her very eyes. The joint still ached if the weather changed quickly.

Not even the lack of sympathy from her dad had hurt more than the pain when he found her sobbing on the floor of the hallway. Not the doctor at Alder Hey giving her an injection into the aching joint that didn’t fully numb her before yanking it into place. Nothing in her life had ever hurt as much as right then, and she didn’t think anything ever could.

At least, not until she’d left London for good and arrived back in Liverpool.

She’d built up a routine in the five and a half weeks since she’d gotten on the train. The traditional grey British skies helped too. There hadn’t been a single day of sun since she’d arrived, the weather echoing her mindset as she stared out her bedroom window to the housing estate. It was miserable and cold and near constant rain. It matched her mood, no respite from the constant exhaustion and nausea she’d been dealing with since she arrived making her not want to eat anything. She could hear Michael in the back of her head, telling her to just eat a bloody protein bar when she was stressed and had forgotten to eat. But Michael probably hated her. He’d said in his texts that he wanted to find her once, and she’d read them and stared at the screen. She’d nearly written back, not realising he was online and watched as he asked her for details but she ignored it. He couldn’t have meant it. She was the one who left them.

The rain also helped when she followed her routine to go get her coffee at 11.25 - after the boxing classes she went to but hated because the instructors weren’t Michael, but before she started job hunting - because it meant she could keep her coat on. She didn’t have to see the delicate number 3 tattooed on her wrist. That was a blessing. She kept the same routine every day, the only variations if she needed to stop somewhere or do something. There was a day she had to go to the job centre, the day she thought she needed the chemist but it turned out she didn’t need to. It was easier this way.

Em felt like Bella in New Moon, time passing by her rather than her moving with it. The grey skies and constant routine didn’t really help in that regard if she was honest. Everything felt like she was going in slow motion. Without the sun she could keep her mind focused, keep herself away from the memories that were so happy they made her want to sob. Michael forcing her to stand and stretch and go for a walk through the paddock because she’d been head down working in the one awkward position all day. Blake pulling her tablet away from her when they were on the deck at the farm during lockdown and she was making a colour coded calendar of sponsor videos that needed to be filmed and published. But more than that it reminded her of Daniel.

Sunny days made her think of his wide grin and the dimples that had captivated her from the very first night they met. The way he laughed when she made a stupid joke that yeah, the sun stopped the earth from freezing but his smile did the same to her heart. It made her think of summer Christmas in Perth, barbecues and no turkey in sight as she chased the kids around the garden before getting pulled into a paddling pool. Of the sun ring she’d given him. Of her matching moon one that she’d left behind and how much she missed it.

Sunny days reminded her of Daniel, but more than that they reminded her of everything that she’d given up and how maybe she’d gotten things so incredibly wrong. That she’d lost her Australian family. She’d given up her brothers and her sister and her nibbling and the parental figures who cared about her. Grace kept asking to FaceTime and Em sent one word responses back, unable to ignore her. She could pretend to ignore everyone else, but never Grace. Those sunny days meant her family and now she was alone and she was dreading summer.

Her parents weren’t helping either. As soon as she got on the train she knew that Liverpool was the wrong place for her to go to sweep up her heart. Staying with her parents was so definitely wrong, and she shouldn’t have been surprised by how badly it was going. Instead of asking how she was, if she needed anything, even if she was ok, all they wanted to know about was the rumours. About if she was sleeping with Michael, Blake, and Dan. If the photo of Lance hugging her from when he made his pole in 2020 was another “man she’d slept with”. Because, of course, none of them would like her for who she was. It had to be something else.

She was at the kitchen table for breakfast when she finally responded, siting there nibbling on a piece of buttered toast with a cup of badly made tea.

“You need to tell us if there’s going to be a scandal, Emma. We need to be prepared. Were you sleeping with them?” Her mother asked as the cramps low in her abdomen made Em want to get sick from fear and anger and loss.

“Blake and Michael were like my brothers. Daniel was my best friend. They couldn’t keep me employed any longer and we decided a break from our friendship would be good for a while. That’s it.”

She couldn’t go into the details of what had happened or it would all blow up in her face and that was the last thing she wanted. She couldn’t tell them that she was in love and now was utterly heartbroken. If she went into the details of how heartbroken she was Em would break right then and there. The last thing she needed was for her parents to judge her on the baseless rumours. If she cried in front of them she’d never hear the end of it, and she couldn’t admit that she’d lost the best friends she’d ever have and the man who was the love of her life. That she’d be followed around by Dan’s face every time she moved because it was Daniel Ricciardo.

That was why Em spent so much time in her childhood bedroom. It was the only place in the house that didn’t scream reminders of the life she’d left behind, that didn’t immediately make her think of Dan. Everywhere downstairs was filled with the memory of when Michael had been there once on the way home from a Liverpool match. But the bedroom that still had Westlife and Spice Girls posters on the walls - the latter quickly pulled down to get Geri Horner’s face away from her - was the best place to hide. If she had her way she would never bring Dan to the house, he’d never even go near Liverpool as a city. She wanted to keep him safe from the ghosts that haunted her past, and more importantly she wanted him safe from her parents.

Daniel was everything that they would never want her to have in a boyfriend. He was a man with too many tattoos, who hadn’t finished school let alone gone to university, who she’d basically been in a relationship with for four years. A man who travelled the world and wasn’t going to settle down any time soon, who drove fast cars at dizzying speeds. They’d call him reckless and feckless and judge him on sight, not caring what Emma saw in him.

They wouldn’t listen to her tell them that he was the person who made her laugh until tears of joy fell from her eyes and her stomach hurt from laughter. They wouldn’t know that before every race she kissed his helmet and told him to go fast. They’d have no interest that he was the most caring man she’d ever met, that he’d spent the last four years trying to make sure that she was happy and safe and looked after.

All they cared about were things that were unimportant to Em right now. A ring on her finger, two point five grandkids, a house in the suburbs and a steady office job. Not apartments in different countries and tax residencies, not having friends around the world. Not having racing be such a huge part of their lives.

Her parents didn’t care that she loved him more than she had ever loved anyone else in the world, that she would always love him more than anyone else. They didn’t care that he was bigger than her whole sky. She always said that he was her sunshine, but he was so much more than that.

He was her whole world. But she’d had to learn the hard way that she wasn’t his and that knowledge and understanding still ached in her chest. If Dan loved her he wouldn’t have sent her away alone in Saudi. He would have gone back to the room to check on her, even knocked on the door to let her know he was safe. He would have put an arm around her waist and asked “are you ready to leave, love” at the party in Melbourne because that was their code for him wanting to leave. He would have kissed her forehead in bed that night, he would have hugged her.

He wouldn’t have said what he said. The Daniel that she loved, the one that she thought was in love with her, wouldn’t have said that he was done with her. He wouldn’t have said that he was done with them. He wouldn’t have left. The Daniel that she thought loved her for four beautiful years would have spent every minute that they were together in Melbourne trying to convince her to change her plans and come to Perth after the race because he didn’t need to be in London. He would have roped the kids into convincing her to come stay with them and spend time with them. The Daniel that she loved would have never let her go like that.

The worst part was Em knew that she wasn’t blameless. She could have said something, should have said something. After Christmas when things felt oh so wrong she should have spoken up then. On their trip to Sicily when it felt like they were papering over the cracks with sex and food and selfies. When they’d been talking about finding an apartment for them in London but the conversation stopped. She should have said anything. But she was so afraid of things being broken that she hadn’t realised that there was a fundamental break in their relationship that could never be repaired. Because Dan didn’t love her like she loved him.

That’s what she repeated to herself. It played on a loop in the back of her mind every waking minute of every single day since that warm April evening that she stepped on the first plane out of Melbourne. Every single hour of the seven and a half weeks since she’d seen him she kept telling herself that it wasn’t real. She’d fallen so deeply in love with Daniel and wanted him to love her the same way she loved him, so she convinced herself that he loved her. But he didn’t. Not like that. She had to come to terms with the fact that every time he said “I love you” to her it was platonic. The “Emmy”, the “Baby Girl”, the “y’know, right” was all platonic. He was the Morgan to her Garcia the exact same way it was when they watched Criminal minds on quiet flights, except she had fallen so deeply for him. She was making it up and got everything mixed up in her head. That was all it was, a big misunderstanding.

Thinking that way hurt her so much less than the other thoughts that filtered through her head. The ones like Dan was bored of her. He was sick and tired of having her around. He picked the fight because he wanted her to leave. That he’d met the blonde from the photo in Miami before and that’s why everything stopped. He’d found a woman who looked the way the media said a Formula One driver’s WAG should look, so Dan wanted to get rid of her.

It was so much easier than the “I told you so” she’d heard as soon as her dad saw her again. Better than the judging faces she saw when she came out of her room wearing the cardigan Charles had bought her for Christmas. She hadn’t mentioned where she even got it, it wasn’t worth the “stop lying, Emma. We all know you were just an assistant”. It was easier to be quiet than deal with the shocked expressions on faces when she actually appeared at the anniversary party, her press smile firmly on her face and her aunts and uncles judging her. One of her uncles mentioned that it was too safe and she wanted to scream that she was in Spa that awful day three years ago, that it wasn’t safe and she’d seen boys who were too young hold burdens they shouldn’t have to carry. Some of her younger cousins asked questions about if she’d ever met a driver and she wanted to laugh.

She wanted to tell them the story of meeting a barely twenty year old Max Verstappen, gangly and growing into himself, who’d smiled and shaken her hand. Of Charles helping her with her French and Italian in return for being treated not like il predestinato, but like a normal human. Of being one of the privileged ones to get to pet Roscoe and Coco Hamilton and feed them treats, giving Lewis a card when Coco died. Of Esteban and Lance and Mick treating her like a big sister. Of Hanna Vettel handing over one of her kids for a brief minute just inside the Aston garage while Em was talking to Chloe because she was Em and she was always there and she was trusted and liked. That she’d lived and breathed that world for a solid four years, and she’d lost her family and friends leaving it behind. 

But she couldn’t. None of them would believe her even if she told the stories and showed the photos she had. None of them counted on her, they thought her flighty. Her leaving her job without a safety net was of course something that Emma would do. She’d moved to London in her teens and had essentially run off, coming home for Christmas and funerals and that was it. She was the one who’d built a life away from them, a life that her parents constantly talked badly about her “gallivanting around the world”. But now it was over and she had to make her peace with that. She’d walked away from everything she’d had, lost everyone she’d loved.

At least she thought she had.

Every single time the doorbell rang, Em ignored it. There was no way it could be for her, so why would she go to get it? Her debit cards remained unused in her purse, and nobody knew she was there. Nobody had any idea that she might even be there. The rare moments that she spent in the living room staring out the window reminded her of that.

“Nobody’s coming, Emma.”

It was the refrain her father said when she didn’t realise what she was doing. He didn’t just mean Dan. There was nobody else in her life coming to see her. Michael and Blake were probably too mad that she’d left her work behind to see her. Chloe and Scotty had enough going on that they might not have even noticed her disappearance. Her father was right, but she didn’t want to hear it. So instead she ignored the knocks and doorbell ringing, ignored the raised voices from downstairs. Her dad was doing his usual being annoyed at a delivery driver for being there and Em went to roll over on her bed to mute the noise. But then she heard it, clear as a bell.

“Wiggle!”

Each of the boys had given her a nickname in the four years they’d spent together. Emma had become Emmy from Dan, and Wrinkles after the first night they met. Blake called her Ems, or after her rant about how Tim Tams were basically the same as penguin bars she became Tim Tam. Or Timothy. Or Tamothy. Or whatever variation of the bars he could come up with in the moment. Michael was the most creative. She was Em to him, but after he walked into her dancing around to Speak Now he started calling her Wiggle when he compared her awful dancing to the kids show. It was their thing.

She went from having no nicknames for most of her life to having more than she could count. It was ridiculous and she joked that it was the result of spending too much time with Australians. But she loved it. It was one of the things that made her feel oh so loved. And there was no greater feeling than the one spreading through her when she recognised Michael’s voice calling her from downstairs thanks to the stupid nickname.

Em wanted a clean break from them all. She left everyone thinking it was the best thing for her to do, that the people she loved could move on without her around. But the second she heard his voice again she stumbled out of the bed and ran to the top of the stairs.

“Sir, I know she’s here. I know Em is here and I’m not leaving until I talk to her.”

“There’s nobody called Em or Wiggle here, I’m not sure what you mean.”

When she got to the top of the stairs Michael said her name again, and the moment she saw him a tiny “Michael”” burst from her, the tears in her eyes making everything blurry. Michael Italiano had found her and he was at her parents front door, arguing with her dad to stop him from closing it in his face. He was there.

Her big brother was right there and she didn’t know how he’d found her but he had. Em couldn’t tell you how she got down the stairs, tears spilling as she pushed through to Michael standing there. She didn’t stop moving until his arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly against him.

All she wanted to do was ask how the hell he’d figured out where she was but she couldn’t. How had he found her in the very last place she ever wanted to be? Between her near uncontrollable sobs and the knot in her throat all she could do was rest her head against his chest and hold him tightly. It was Michael. She could feel him and smell his usual deodorant and he was right there with her. It felt like a dream but it wasn’t. He was there. She could tell by the way that Michael was holding her and the way he kept pressing kisses to the top of her head that it was real. He was there. 

“I told you I was gonna find you, Wiggle,” he whispered against her hair. It was barely loud enough for her to hear it, a warning that her parents were still close enough to listen. “Can we talk?”

She didn’t want to let him go. Letting go of him meant that he could disappear, he could leave. She’d take her hands away and he’d be satisfied that she was alive and could go without a word and she couldn’t take it. He was right there.

Em nodded into his chest, looking up and beginning to loosen her arms but Mike knew her so well and kept one of his around her shoulder, pushing another kiss to the top of her head. The last time she’d hugged someone was eight weeks before in the hotel lobby in Melbourne, holding onto Isaac and Isabella before having to let them go and Joe wrapping an arm around her. She hadn’t touched another human since then. After almost four years with her boys and their families hugs and human touch were common and she craved it. Before now she hated it, but they’d converted her to it. She was so touch deprived that actually being held by someone nearly hurt.

If she couldn’t have Daniel there with her, if she couldn’t have the one she really wanted, at least this way she got to have one of her brothers there with her. Michael didn’t let go, keeping a hold of her as she led him up the stairs. They both ignored her parents questions as they made it into her room and sat down, Em leaning against his chest for another cuddle. They were perched on the edge of the single bed as Em took deep breaths, waiting for him to speak first.

“You don’t know how many people miss you, Wiggle. I missed you so, so much. Come home?”

“I can’t.” It was hard to say so casually but she did it, watching as his face fell in shock. “I appreciate that you’re here but I can’t come back. I’ve nowhere to live, I can’t. I can’t come back to London.”

“If you wont come back, at least let me FaceTime Blake? I had to fight him to stop him getting into the car with me, part of me thinks he might be in the boot. Let him see you and know you’re ok at least?”

“Ok.” She could do that. Michael kept his arm around her while he opened his phone, Em spotting the photo of the two of them walking through a paddock together as his Lock Screen. It barely rang before Blake picked up, hair unusually askew.

“Mate did you find her? Was Chloe right? Is she ok?”

“Hey Blakey.” Em smiled through her tears, watching the shock on his face as he realised she was there. His hands reached out to the screen as if to touch her face.

“TImmy, you ok?” She nodded, unable to speak while swallowing back a sob at seeing him again. “You scared us, you know that? We miss you so, so much. I can’t wait to see you.”

“I’m not coming back. Thanks for being caring, but I can’t. I need to be away. I can’t see him again.”

“Just come home,” Blake pleaded, barely taking a breath before continuing. “Emma, please. Please just come home to us. I need my sister home with me. Nobody needs to choose between anyone, TimTam. But we need you home.”

She wanted to say no. She wanted to tell Michael to leave, to let her stay in London and try to find her new normal. But she’d left to make life easier on them and it clearly wasn’t. She could go back with them and find a new life with them all still there. And that felt right to her. She could deal with Dan on the periphery of her life rather than in the centre.

“I don’t have anywhere to stay.”

“My spare room.” Em turned to look at Mike, a grin spreading across his face. “You can stay in my spare room, it’s your room now. You’re coming home with me.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah. I’ll come home.”

“Blake, I’ll text you when we’re in London. Gonna get our girl packed up and ready to go.”

It didn’t take long for her to pack, Michael making her stay sitting as she directed him to where everything was. She hadn’t even unpacked her things fully, just pulled out what she needed as she did. But the two cases were packed, Michael had gotten her chargers together, and he brought them downstairs as Em followed behind him.

“Where are you going, Emma?” Her mother asked, watching the way Michael kept his hand on Em’s back.

“Back to London. I shouldn’t have left.”

“We never wanted you to go, everyone’s just glad you’re coming back. Chloe knows I’m here, trying to convince her not to fly over has been tough.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. She was about to tell Lawrence what happened so he’d get involved in finding you. Lance really misses you. They’re the only ones who know everything, we told everyone else you’ve family stuff happening. Well, Seb, Este and Mick might have an idea from Lance. Natalie and Ted said to say hi and to look after yourself. Charles kept asking when he thought you’d be back.”

Em could feel her parents eyes flicking between them as he spoke, taking in the names.

“Who are you talking about?” Her dad asked, Michael squeezing her hand for a moment as if to ask if he could reveal everything. Em squeezed back hard, watching as he was let off the leash.

“Em’s friends in the paddock. Chloe Stroll, her dad Lawrence owns Aston Martin and her brother, Lance, is one of the drivers. Sebastian Vettel, Esteban Ocon, and Mick Schumacher are Lance’s teammate and best friends. They all helped Em when she learned French and I think Seb helped a bit with Italian. And then Natalie and Ted are Natalie Pinkham and Ted Kravitz from Sky Sports. And of course the last is Charles LeClerc. He got you that sweater, right?” Em looked down at the one he’d gotten her the year before, fingering the soft wool.

“Yeah he did. I told him I owed him for the Italian and French lessons and he told me he owed me for the English ones and got me this. I’ve missed them all.”

“They’ll be happy to see you in Monaco. We’ve got to get going to get back to London.”

“I hope this isn’t another mistake.” Em nearly stopped as her mother commented, but instead she just looked at her.

“It’s not. This is the right thing for me.”

“Let us know if there’s going to be another scandal. We need to get ahead if there is.”

Em turned and left, not dignifying it with a response. Michael was the one who got her suitcases into his car, opening the passenger door and watching as she settled in. It didn’t take long to get on the motorway, Michael pulling into a services about halfway through the drive.

“What do you want with your coffee?” He asked, Em shaking her head.

“A caramel latte is fine. I don’t need anything.”

“Did you have breakfast?” She shook her head. “You need fuel, Wiggle.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“A chocolate muffin?”

“Maybe.”

She sipped her coffee and picked at the muffin, barely eating any of it. But finally they were getting closer and closer to London, the motorway getting busier with people leaving the city after work. She was terrified and excited at the same time, completely unsure if this was the right thing to do. They’d said they wanted her back. They wanted to see her. People were asking about her. But really would she be wanted there?

Her phone lit up with an incoming call from Grace, Em sending it to voicemail. She couldn’t.

“Who was that?” Michael asked, Em taking a sip of coffee before speaking.

“Grace. I still texted her. She kept asking how I was and saying she was worried and I couldn’t cut her off. I was trying to do it slowly. It’s easier when she’s the other side of the world.”

Michael reached over to squeeze her hand, Em squeezing back.

“We’re home.” She looked around the familiar car park, panic starting to hit her chest. Michael recognised it in a moment, a hand on her shoulder. “I’m right here, Ems. Right here. Blake’s in the apartment because he couldn’t wait to see you. Are you ready for that?”

“Yeah.” No. She wasn’t nearly ready but she had to. She had to see him and apologise for leaving him lost with work. 

Again Michael insisted on carrying her cases, the two of them arriving in together. He opened the front door to let Em through and she saw Blake the moment she stepped into the living room. He stood up, opening his arms and Em walked straight into them and clung to him again.

“God I missed you. So, so much. I didn’t think I’d get to hug you again.” Blake’s words made Em want to crack, her sobs coming out so quickly.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so, so, so sorry. I’m sorry.”

“You’re back, that’s all that matters TimTam. You’re home and we’ve got you.”

The afternoon passed quicker than Em expected, the three of them splitting takeout that she barely ate. They boys glanced at her, and she knew she didn’t look great, but she couldn’t stomach anything.

“I added you to the flight reservation for tomorrow, Ems,” Blake said and her head shot up, staring at him.

“What reservation?”

“To Nice. Monaco’s this weekend.”

“I can’t.” Cold fear caught around her stomach. Monaco was the beginning of everything. “You don’t understand, Monaco is-“

“Where everything started. Dan told us.” She looked at Michael, at the first mention of Dan he’d made. “Em the two of you need closure. Say goodbye to him in person. I’ll bring him to our hotel to do it so he’ll leave when you need him to. But you need this.”

“I don’t know if I can walk away again.” The words were choked, yet more tears flowing. She didn’t know she had anymore tears left to cry. “It was so hard the last time. I don’t think I can again.”

“He’ll be the one leaving this time. But you need it. Plus, Chloe and Scotty will be there. I put it in the group chat we found you and Chloe’s insisting. If it wasn’t Monaco she’d be here already.”

“Group chat?”

She listened in stunned silence as they filled her in on everything that happened since she’d left. Chloe’s flight to London, leaving her in laws behind, so she could try find Em. The gossip instagram sightings of her that had been used to find her. The way people kept asking about her. Brown wanting to cancel her paddock pass.

“It’s still active?” It was the one thing she was stuck on.

“Dan wouldn’t let them cancel it. He insisted that you needed it. He kept hoping you’d turn up one weekend.”

“I’ll come to Monaco with you.”

That night she lay in bed, staring at the wall. She was home. She’d get to see Chloe tomorrow, and nobody was mad at her. They all missed her and wished she’d talked to them, but they weren’t mad. She was going to get to say goodbye to Dan for a final time and then come home and start building her life up. She could do it.

Her phone rang and without thinking she answered in her half asleep haze, realising too late that it was Grace calling.

“Hello? Grace?” There was silence on the line, Em leaving it for a moment. “Are you there?”

With no answer she hung up, switching her phone off. She didn’t need this. She didn’t need to mourn anymore, not when she had a hard few days ahead of her because Monaco was the place where everything had begun and where it would end for good.

-

Dan stared at the track map in front of him, his finger tracing the oh too familiar streets of Monaco. He knew every single round of the track. Every single place he’d need to turn, he’d driven them the day before when he got back from Barcelona. When he came back to this apartment that reminded him of Emmy and cried sitting on the couch and spotting her shoes by the tv. When he sprayed her perfume on the pillow next to his because it helped him get a little bit more sleep.

He wasn’t ok. He knew that now. He knew he had monumentally fucked up and ruined the best relationship of his life because he never opened his mouth. He had flights booked to go home and tell everyone that Em was gone and he was dreading it. Having to tell his parents she’d left him, telling Michelle and Adam that she was gone. Telling the kids how much their auntie Emmy loved them but Dan had fucked it all up on them so she couldn’t come back again. 

His heart was completely broken. The one week between races meant he didn’t have to go to England, could avoid the apartments in London. His empty one and her former one he was paying rent on. Instead Dan focused on the next weekend. He ran through the circuit on the sim again and again until he was driving it as perfectly as he could but his lap times were still too high. He ate and worked out and used the sim and showered and slept and that was all he did. Focusing on anything else was too much.

Blake and Michael were still in London. They were getting in on Wednesday but not seeing him till Thursday, two days from then. And that was barely hanging on by a thread. Every morning Dan half expected Michael’s resignation letter. Blake hadn’t said anything yet, but it was coming. He knew his manager too well. The explosion and anger were going to happen and it was going to be deserved.

When Dan was feeling especially masochistic he dug down in his backpack and opened the green leather box hidden in a bottom pocket. Nestled in the black satin was a thin gold ring with a tiny diamond in it. Em deserved more, deserved a huge ring. But she’d never wear it. She always preferred dainty jewellery, made comments about how big stones were destined to fall out. He picked it out for her style, not his. He should leave it in a drawer or sell it but he couldn’t. It meant giving up on her, and he didn’t know if he ever could.

“Dan? Em? Are you home?” His head shot up as his hand dropped the ring into his bag. No. He knew that voice and she should be seven timezones away from him right now. Not walking into his apartment. 

“Danny? You here?” His mum and dad walked into the kitchen to see him, both of their faces brightening at seeing him there before taking in the expression on his face, the tears he’d let out thinking he was alone. “We thought we’d surprise you for Monaco. Where’s Em? Is she gone out?”

His throat went dry as he swallowed, watching the two of them taking in the scene. The lack of anyone else’s belongings. Her baby blue suitcase not there. 

“Danny? What’s wrong?” He hadn’t heard his mum like that since he was a teenager and scared to move to Italy.

“I…uh…I have flights to come home next week to tell you.” He swallowed desperately, unable to make himself say the words for a moment. He hadn’t said it out loud. “Em…I…Emmy left me. She’s gone. She’s gone for good and she’s not coming back and it’s all my fault.”

He could see the moment they hit his parents, the way they nearly rocked back. The devastation on his mother’s face, the shock and dismay on his father’s. 

“But you were going to propose?” Dan huffed a bitter laugh at his dad’s words, putting the ring box on the table where they could both see. “What happened?”

“I fucked up, Dad. I…I did something I never should have. I said things I shouldn’t have said. So she’s gone and she isn’t going to come back. I don’t even blame her, she was right to. I never even called her my girlfriend to her face.” They both sat and looked at him as Dan ranted, letting it out to the two people who he thought would still love him after he revealed everything. “She made me promise her not to leave her alone and then I not only did it, but I sent her away. And we fought in Melbourne. I told her I was done. She resigned when she was flying home from Australia. I haven’t seen her since the hotel and there was a letter in Blake’s and my stuff and she moved and she’s gone. I chased her away. She’s sorry for hurting everyone but I made her leave. I made her go. She’s never coming back.”

He watched his mum pull out her phone and hit a speed dial, putting it on speaker. It rang once, twice, three times, and then hit voicemail. “Hey, this is Em. If this is business related send an email. If not, leave a message after the beep.”

“Dan…” His mother wrapped him in a hug and Dan sobbed in her arms, everything hitting him now he’d said it out loud. Em was gone. His Emmy wasn’t his and she was never coming back. It had been nearly eight weeks since he’d gotten to even see her, it was nearly three months since they’d shared a bed. Not since the night before going to Saudi. She wasn’t going to run her fingers through his hair anymore. She wasn’t going to cup his cheek and kiss him, fall asleep with her arm over his chest. Curl up on his lap on a plane while he talked to the guys and she napped.

He’d never see her in the paddock again. Never get that jealousy when he saw her talking in French with Charles or Lance, never see her hug Chloe before they went to their own garages. Never watch her talk to Mick and tell him to keep his head up, that she was proud of him. 

He was never going to get to have a child who looked like her. One with her hair and eyes and nose. One who looked like him but with her personality. Never put the ring on her finger. Never ask her to please let him be her husband because he didn’t care about the rest of it, he wanted her. 

The list of things he would never do again felt sickeningly long. He��d forget how it felt to kiss her. How it felt when she woke up from a nap in his arms and smiled up at him. When they were in Sicily and ate food and he showed her where his great Nonna had lived, a house no longer occupied by Ricciardos but where his dad had carved his name into drying cement. The way she looked at him like he was her world. The way she said “I love you”. 

He was going to forget all of it in time. He’d never forget Em, never forget how she had changed his life and ruined him for any other woman, but he’d forget the details. He kept opening his messages praying for something from her but nothing. He was never going to get another one from her.

“You were going to propose.” Joe was caught on that detail, opening the box and looking at the ring he’d bought. “You had the ring, you asked me how I knew. How did…how did it happen?”

“I told her I was done.” It slipped out with another tear, Dan pushing his fist to his mouth. He’d replayed those sentences over and over and over in his head. “If that’s what you want, I’m fucking gone. I’m done here, I’m gone” Em’s face falling as he turned to slam the door. The way that if he’d taken even a second he’d have realised she knew him so well she pushed his buttons deliberately. He’d have known. He wouldn’t have left. He didn’t even kiss her goodbye.

“I can’t believe..you…I…” Joe burst into angry ranting and Dan half ignored it, feeling his mother stiffen at his back.

“Did you really say that to her?” Grace was quiet, and the quiet disappointment was worse than anything else. Italian mothers knew Catholic guilt, and at his heart he wanted to be a good son.

“Yeah. She told me to leave, that I’d been leaving her behind the whole weekend and I should go. So I told her if that was what she wanted I was gone. I was done. And then she went downstairs and said goodbye and I swear she planned it. She knew what she was doing. The resignation email was already queued. She knew she was leaving and I encouraged her.”

“The presents…” he could hear the realisation in his mother’s tone. 

“I have to tell the kids she loves them so much but she can’t see them anymore and she wishes she could be their auntie. It’s why I’m going home next week so I can tell everyone. I just want her back, Mama. I don’t know how to do anything without her. She’s my life.”

His mother sat opposite him, pulling Dan’s face up and wiping his eyes. He stared into that identical face, the same nose and curls he’d inherited.

“You can’t fix this, Danny. If she’s gone she’s gone. But if she saw you like this? You’re too thin, have you eaten?” He shook his head. “If she saw you like this she’d blame herself and you don’t want Emmy to do that, do you?”

“No.”

Exactly. So you’re going to put that away and we’re going to make dinner. You have media tomorrow and you need to get yourself ready for it. Understood?”

“Yes, Mama.” She pulled him into a hug.

“We’ll talk more when you’re ready for it. I bet Michael already told you just how angry he is?” Dan nodded. “I thought so. I’m so disappointed in you. You called her your girlfriend, you were going to ask her to marry you but you never told her that you’re dating?”

“I thought she knew!”

“You always say it. Did you even have an anniversary?”

“Monaco. It’d be four years on Friday.” Grace peeled back through the memories, shaking her head.

“I…that makes sense. You need to get ready for tomorrow. Go shower and change, and I’ll have food ready when you’re out.”

“Thank you.”

He ignored the quiet disagreement he could hear between his parents as he left the room. He just felt hollow, and when he got into the shower and caught sight of Em’s fancy custom shampoo his tears fell almost as hard as the water from the shower head.

—

Being in a hotel in Monaco felt too much like four years before and it was suffocating for Em. She shared the room with Michael, and the day before Chloe had appeared at the hotel room door, wrapping Em in a hug and pulling her to sit and talk. It was awkward and painful and part of the mistakes she’d made were full force in front of her, but it was also like she’d never been away. Having her best friend there as they people watched out the window and Chloe filled her in on the gossip she’d missed in the last few months. 

But it was Thursday and she was on a mission. Michael had agreed to bring Dan to the hotel that afternoon for her to say goodbye to him at last, and Em was on her way back to Dan’s apartment to pack up whatever was there. She wasn’t even sure what she’d left behind, but she needed to get it out of the apartment. She didn’t want to have to go to the place she almost considered home after saying goodbye to Dan for the final time.

For the first time since she’d answered Grace’s phone call and got no response on Tuesday night Em switched her phone back on, muting all her notifications but opening Spotify. Her Taylor Swift Heartbreak playlist was on repeat, big sunglasses hiding the bags under her eyes and making her blend in with the rest of the city. Last Kiss was playing through her headphones and she bit her lip as she went into the apartment building, pushing the button for Dan’s floor and waiting to go up. Their floor. Dan’s floor. He’d kept making the joke that she basically lived there, she should stay more. But London had always been their home base, really.

Never thought we’d have our last kiss. Never imagined it ends like this. Your name, forever the name on my lips. Just like our last kiss.

The music was blasting as she undid the lock, closing the door firmly behind her. Em didn’t notice the extra shoes in the hallway, didn’t hear the movement in the living room until she pulled an earbud out of one ear and heard movement. Looking up she stopped in terror as Joe and Grace Ricciardo were watching her with shocked eyes.

“Emmy?” Grace asked, worry filling her face as she took Em in fully. The panic filled her chest, her phone falling to the floor and the other earbud yanked out of her ear. They weren’t supposed to be here. They were supposed to be in Perth, far away from all of this. They were supposed to be the other side of the world and the apartment was supposed to be empty and she’d run away, why were they still here? Why weren’t they yelling?

Her hand reached out blindly, grabbing the side of the couch and holding on as it became hard to breathe. She didn’t know what was happening, panic filling her entire body as her thoughts fizzed out and she could feel herself shaking.

“Joe, get orange juice and some water? And put on the Red album, its by Taylor Swift. It’ll help her. Emmy I’m going to touch your arm and help you onto the couch. It’s just me, I’m right here Sweetheart. We’ve got you.”

“I’m so sorry, I’m so, so, so sorry,” she gasped out, Grace sitting her down and pulling her into a hug. 

“You don’t need to be sorry, we understand why. We get it. Deep breaths, deep deep breaths. Follow my breathing. In for four, hold it for seven, out for four. Follow my counting.”

She followed Grace’s counting, almost jumping when she felt someone at the other side of her. Em kept her eyes closed, afraid if she opened them it’d be just a dream. State of Grace was playing in the background and the irony made her want to laugh if she was less panicked.

“It’s just Joe. We’re both right here for you, deep breaths. We’ve got you Emmy. We’ve got you.”

“I’m right here Kiddo. Follow Grace’s breathing and we’re right here.”

It took time for her to calm down and the trembling to stop. Treacherous was playing in the background as she opened her eyes, looking at her hands. Two familiar hands were clutching hers, sandwiching her on the couch.

“You’re here?” Em asked, Grace and Joe both squeezing her hand.

“We got in Tuesday to surprise you and Dan. He didn’t tell us what happened. We’re so glad to see you.” Grace’s voice was low, Em looking over at her and leaning in.

“I was coming to get my stuff. Michael’s getting Dan to come by the hotel room so we can clear the air.”

“We missed you so much.” It was quiet as Em took it in. The warmth of the two of them beside her, the way Grace’s arm was still around her back and holding her steady. Leaving once was impossible, but leaving twice felt like torture.

“I should go. I’ll get everything when you’re not here.” She went to stand but Joe held her in place, making her look at him.

“Why do you think you need to go?”

“I left. I’m not sure why you’re being so nice to me.”

“You’re family, Kiddo.” Those simple words made her break. The tears that the panic attack had held back started, Em trying to wipe them away. They wanted her. Nobody ever wanted her and she’d walked away but they wanted her and Em felt like she was going to break in two. But Dan’s parents held onto her tightly, calming her down until Grace pushed a glass into Em’s hands.

“You’ve had a shock. Drink the juice and then we’ll talk.” Once Em drained the glass she looked at Grace, the older woman holding her hands as Joe held onto her shoulders.

“Dan told us about what happened. He told us about you not wanting to make people pick sides. But you’re our family, Emmy. Just as much as he is. No matter what happens or happened with you and Dan, we want you in our lives. Don’t take that choice from us.” She nodded, Grace beaming at it. “Now, the kids gave me presents for you. They told us you weren’t well so they wanted to make sure you felt better. Plus we picked up things for you too.”

Joe was the one who went to a suitcase and opened it, pulling out a pile of presents. There were two packets of Tim Tams to make her laugh, a giant Perth mug the size of Dan’s head, and her favourite of all. A hand made get well soon card with childish colours on it, Isaac written semi neatly and Isabella written in a scrawl inside it. Attached to the card was a small white teddy bear that could fit in the palm of Em’s hand. There was a thin red scarf on the bear, making Em grin. She let out another tear at the inscription in the card, written in Isaac’s messy handwriting.

Auntie Emmy,

Uncle Dan said you’re sick and you can’t go on FaceTime with us but we miss you! London looks like it’s raining so you should come to us to get better cause it’s sunny. Isabella named the bear London cause it’s where you are.

Lots of love and see you in winter!

Isaac and Isabella

“They don’t know?” Em asked, Grace shaking her head.

“None of us did. You know how Dan is when he’s hurt, he keeps it in.”

“We both do. He…he’s my whole world. And it’s over and I have to say goodbye tonight and I don’t know how to.”

“Emma, look at me.” Joe had never used her full name and she looked up, wiping away tears. “I shouldn’t say this, he said it to us in confidence. But Danny said the exact same thing about you. He called you his life. Now I don’t know all the details of what happened, but if the two of you miss each other so much then I think you’re destined to fix things. You don’t get two loves like this. He wants you back, Kiddo. And I think you do too.”

“Yeah, I really do.”

Em sat there, holding the teddy to her chest as Grace and Joe kept her penned in. All she wanted was to stay right there with them.

She knew she needed to leave but it was the last thing she wanted to do. Even with the assurances that she was still family it just didn’t make sense. Her family had never wanted her but the Ricciardos still did? They wanted to keep her in their lives? She couldn’t understand why. Time kept passing and the sun was moving across the sky but she couldn’t do it.

Before she could make herself stand up, the front door opened and the oh too familiar footsteps came in. Dan was right there.

“Mum, Dad, I’m home!” She stood up at his voice, Dan coming into the room and stopping still. “Emmy?”

“Hi.” He was gaunt, the tan not hiding how pale and drawn he looked. She knew they were nearly identically haggard, the split hurting both of them more than they could have believed. They met in the middle of the room, Dan opening his arms and wrapping them around her. Em clung to him, holding on so tightly that she thought she might break him. Dan was doing the same thing, pressing kisses to her head. She could hear movement around them, listening out for speech.

“We’ll make sure she’s ok,” she could hear Joe say.

“Really?”

“Yeah. If we need to we’ll bring her to the hotel ourselves.”

“Thanks.” It was Blake and Michael who’d spoken and left the room, Em barely paying attention.

“We’ll leave you two alone.” That was Grace, squeezing Em’s arm and leaving the room as Em looked up at Dan. He was staring at her, and the look in her eyes made her nearly want to look away. It was fierce and caring and she thought it was echoed in her own.

“Are you really here?”

“I’m here.”

“Are…are you going to leave again?”

Em took a breath, deciding to be brave for once. “I’m only leaving if you ask me to leave.”

The grin that spread across his face was the best thing she’d seen in months, the bright smile making her join in.

“Can I kiss you?”

She didn’t even get the words out, nodding as Dan leaned down to kiss her and it felt like coming home. He was there and they had so much to fix, so much to work out, but he was her home. The idea that she was going to walk away or leave him again was impossible.

“I love you. I love you so much and there’s so many reasons why I should have said it before now but I love you and I want you to be my girlfriend. I know we have to talk but I need you to know, Baby Girl.”

“I love you too. So much. I didn’t think you loved me. That’s why I left. But I’m not going anywhere Dan. I can’t.”

He held onto her as they made their way to the sofa, Em settling on his lap. She didn’t fit the way she used to but she rested against his chest, her hand over his heart as her other hand held the teddy against her chest.

“Who’s that?” Dan asked, Em smiling.

“Isaac and Isabella sent him with your parents, they called him London. He’s to make me feel better. They’re good kids.”

“They love their auntie. I didn’t say anything to them. I didn’t know what to say. Just you were sick and had some family stuff so you couldn’t go on FaceTime with me. Next time I talk to them you can too?”

“I’d really like that.”

It was quiet for a moment before they both tried speaking at the same time, identical words flowing into each other.

“I’m sorry.” A huffed laugh went between them, Dan holding out his hand for her to speak.

“I’m sorry. For running, for not talking. I shouldn’t have left but I couldn’t stay. I was convinced it was over and you hated me. I couldn’t stay waiting.”

“I’m so sorry for making you think that, Baby. I love you. I’ve loved you for so long. I never should have said that, I shouldn’t have sent you away in Saudi. I shouldn’t have stayed away from you in Melbourne and I definitely shouldn’t have just left the bed that morning. I should have been there for you. If you’ll let me I want to be there for you now.”

“Yeah. I want it.”

“Yeah?” Em reached up to kiss him, separating and kissing his nose next.

“We have so much to talk about. We have so much we need to fix. But we can’t do it now.” Dan went to speak but she held up a hand and he let her continue. “This conversation we need to have is gonna take time and we don’t have time in the middle of the season. When summer break happens we’ll do it then?”

“That sounds good. But if stuff comes up we talk about it straight away. I can’t lose you Emmy. When you answered that call on Tuesday I couldn’t speak. I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t lose me. Not again. And that was you?”

“Yeah. I thought you’d answer if you thought it was Mama, but I was in shock hearing you again. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Danny.”

She stayed curled up on him as they both half dozed, content to just be together. Grace and Joe came out a few moments later, looking at the two of them. Em fell asleep in Dan’s arms, unaware of what was happening around her.

“You gonna tell her everything?” Joe asked Dan quietly, watching as his son ran his hand up and down Em’s back.

“Yeah. We’re going to make this work. I got a second chance, Dad. I’m not losing her again.”

“Good.”

Em woke for dinner, actually eating the meal put in front of her. She still wasn’t hungry but having people around made it easier for her to eat. She was beside Dan, his hand on her thigh as they ate Grace’s cooking. It was quiet afterwards, Em pushing kisses to Dan’s cheek because it was something she could do now.

“Are you staying the night?” Dan asked, Em shrugging.

“I don’t know if I have anything here.”

“Your clothes are all still where they belong. I couldn’t move them.”

“Then yes.”

It was awkward as they got into bed for the first few moments, each lying on their own side and trying to get comfortable. Em took the first step, rolling over and putting her arm over Dan’s chest, resting her head on his pec and curling into him. One of Dan’s arms went around her, his lips pushing kisses to her to make her smile. It was the first night of uninterrupted sleep she’d had since she’d left Saudi.

Em woke to a kiss on her forehead as Dan eased out of the bed. “Hmm?”

“Go back asleep, Baby. Just getting up. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

She put her arms around his pillow and curled into it, smelling Dan again on it. He was there and he’d told her he was getting up and it was fine. Fifteen minutes later she woke to more kisses to her face.

“Wakey wakey, I’ve got breakfast.”

“What?”

There was a tray waiting for her, bacon and eggs and a pancake on a plate. Dan’s own meal was there too, along with a bowl of fruit for them to split and a coffee each. She grinned and sat up as Dan got back into bed.

“You made breakfast?”

“You always love when I do.”

“I just didn’t expect it.”

“Happy anniversary, Emmy.”

“Happy anniversary.”

Four years since she’d been in Monaco and watched him win, four years since that night in the club and the sex that had led to everything. To the happiest and saddest she’d ever been in her life. She couldn’t help but grin, eating her breakfast and talking to Dan before going for a shower.

In the bathroom Em fully realised just how she looked. She’d lost weight, her face tight and her hair dull. She looked sick, dark bags under her eyes. And yeah she was there with Dan now but she wasn’t ok, not really. She needed to get herself together and Monaco was not the race to be back in public for.

It was too early in the morning for them to really get up, but Monaco was always weird and Dan had more media that day before and after the practices. Em had insisted she’d be fine there alone, she’d be happy on the couch with F1TV on. But Dan had another surprise for her.

There was a knock on the door at eight, Grace opening it up and welcoming the visitor in. Chloe Stroll stood there smiling, hugging Em and kissing her cheek.

“Everything good?” She asked, Em nodding.

“My boyfriend and I are good.” Chloe grinned, hugging Dan and whispering something that made him pale.

“I’m here for the day. Practice day isn’t fun from the garage, and I figured you wouldn’t want to be around the paddock this week considering everything.”

“Thank you.”

Blake and Michael were the last to arrive, the latter immediately coming over to Em.

“I’m good. Really, I’m good.” She gave Michael a hug, giving one to Blake as well.

“We need to head. I got Nat to move your interview to this morning instead of last night. I told her Em needed you because of family stuff. She was good to move because it was for Em.” Blake nodded towards her after he finished speaking, Dan putting his game face on.

“Tell her I said thanks?”

“Of course.”

Everyone except Em and Chloe left the apartment, the two women sitting on the couch with coffee and Chloe catching Em up on everything that had happened. Apart from that it was relaxing, FP1 on. Em cringed at the times, nervous watching Dan going around the track. She’d seen him be confident on it and seen him be miserable on it, and this was reminding her too much of the year before. But she had lunch with Chloe and they spent an hour painting each others nails as FP2 began. Ems were blue and purple to match Dan’s helmet from the year before, just dry as she caught sight of an orange car going into the wall.

“No. No.” Chloe grabbed her hand as Em increased the volume.

“Is the car ok?” She heard Tom say.

“I’m ok.” She breathed a sigh of relief before standing, heading to the bedroom and putting one of Dan’s oversized hoodies on.

“Em? What are you doing?” Chloe called, watching Em slip on vans.

“I have to see him.”

“Ems, you can’t. He’ll be back soon, he’s fine.”

“I have to. Chlo…if that was Scotty and something happened on a half pipe, and you were a kilometre away. You’d run, right?”

“Yeah. I would.”

“Please.”

It took five minutes for Chloe to do Em’s makeup, hiding the worst of the dark circles around her eyes and the sickly pale complexion she had. The two women had their passes, Em picking hers up from the counter and putting it around her neck. It was an active pass, it was her pass, and it’d get her into McLaren which was where she needed to be. They scanned in and were mostly ignored, just looking like two more young women who were in the paddock. Chloe slipped into Aston, promising to text as soon as she saw Lance for Em to head over to them. Em walked up to McLaren, scanning her pass in front of the security who watched with suspicion as she was immediately allowed into the garage.

Grace and Joe were standing in the viewing spot and Em crept up, tapping Joe’s shoulder. Dan’s car was back, the suspension clearly an issue and the front wing gone. Joe wrapped her in a hug, Em returning it and giving one to Grace.

“How is he?”

“Ok. He got checked out, he’s just finished media. He was going to the med centre afterwards so he could be approved, and then he’s going to his room. Head up there, he’ll be glad to see you.” She nodded, turning and going straight to it. She caught sight of a nod from Andreas and a look from Brown, but they were mostly ignored as she set her sights on her target. 

The drivers room was small, Em sitting on the tiny couch and waiting. He’d be there soon. She’d see him and get to see him. He’d be ok. She could hear his footsteps coming down the hallway and when the door opened Em stood to see him.

She didn’t know who hugged who first, Em wrapping her arms around his shoulders to hold him. Her boyfriend was so much taller than her but she didn’t care, keeping him close and rubbing his back.

“I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve got a meeting in ten though,” Dan whispered, Em kissing his cheek.

“I’ll go down with you and sit in hospitality. It’ll be fine.”

Em held Dan’s hand going downstairs, walking into the garage still holding it as they got looks. Brown came over to call Dan to his meeting, but Dan leaned down to peck her lips before he said anything.

“I’ll be over when I can. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Chloe was just outside the garage, the paddock still mostly empty while practice was happening. She draped another lanyard around Em’s neck, nodding at Blake behind her.

“You’re in Aston Martin for the rest of the weekend, Dad said yes immediately. I thought it’d keep the media away, they won’t expect you to be there. Can you tell Dan?” The second part was to Blake who nodded, watching as Em was swept down to the green hospitality.

She spent the rest of the afternoon in there until she got a text saying they were leaving, the paddock now empty of media and Em putting her sunglasses back on to head down and walk out in the gaggle of people around Dan. She blended in and nobody noticed, Em tired after the day. Once they were further into the city Dan took her hand and she smiled up at him, the two of them able to do it in public. It felt so good.

That night Grace insisted on cooking for them before leaving to go for dinner with Joe, making their anniversary dinner before hugging them and saying goodbye. It was good food and smiling, Em ending up in Dan’s arms on the couch.

“I love you.” It felt so lucky to get to say it over and over and watch Dan’s eyes light up.

“I love you too. I booked flights to go to Perth on Monday. I was gonna tell everyone that you and I were over and you’d left. I thought the kids deserved to know in person.” Em sniffed, forcing back tears as Dan kissed her forehead. “Come with me. It’s a super quick visit, we’re back in Baku by Tuesday next week. But we need this. And I think you really need a hug from them.”

“I do. I really do. What do they know?” She hated asking, clutching the teddy they’d given her even closer.

“You were sick and there was family stuff going on so you couldn’t be on FaceTime. They didn’t need to know anything else.”

“They don’t need to know anything else.” She was firm, staring up at Dan. “They’re kids, they don’t need to know what happened. All they know is they have an auntie and an uncle who love them so incredibly much.” She nuzzled into Dan more, feeling kisses pushed to her head.

“Exactly.”

The next two days were exhausting, Em not fully fit for the experience. Dan was driving and looking miserable, she was constantly exhausted and felt like she was on the verge of having a meltdown. The noise, the movement, the people were so much. Chloe was great, Scotty there and holding her hand when she needed it in the hospitality. Lance came over to give her a hug on Saturday and she waved at Seb from across the room, getting a grin back in response. Her friends had learned she was there and it was secret meetings in the back of the Aston Martin garage where cameras wouldn’t see. The hugs Mick and Charles gave her made her grin. It wasn’t unusual for the two to pop by Aston, so they could be there in secret. She felt human again.

The practice and race were a wash. Dan wasn’t lapped, which was better than the year before, but she was so fed up of hearing Brown make comments about her boyfriends performance. Give him the car they promised and he’d be able to do something with it. This hunk of junk they’d given him that was designed around his shorter teammate? It wasn’t going to work.

They went back to the apartment that evening, Blake and Michael on the couch with her as she watched Dan change into a suit for a sponsor event. Em offered to go with him, put on a dress and heels, but Dan insisted she shouldn’t do it. She needed to relax and spend time resting, so instead Em kissed him goodbye and waved to Grace and Joe who were accompanying him. She was wrapped in one of the original Ric3 hoodies they’d designed and clutched London the bear as she dozed off. It was one more night until she got on the first flight to Australia and she couldn’t wait.

She woke being lifted off the couch, Dan holding her up and carrying her to the bedroom.

“Huh?” Em asked, still half asleep.

“Just going to bed, Emmy. I got out early and wanted to come home to you.” She filed the question about getting away early to one side, instead focusing on how Dan slipped next to her in the bed and she got to curl up beside him, arms around her as he kissed her forehead before going to sleep with her.

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[kaciidubs]

Christmas Playlist | 8 Days of SKZcember 2023

Prompt: sweetly singing Christmas songs to one another

❣ Summary: Rocking around the Christmas tree with your favorite singer was always your favorite part of the holidays. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 935 ❣ Warnings: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Christmas songs galore, mistletoe, a singular kiss ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Seungmin is referred to as Minnie, Bubs, and Baby, Reader is referred to as Bub ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ SKZcember 2023

“I don't want a lot for Christmas…”

Seungmin froze on the couch, the speakers in the living room of your shared apartment suddenly coming to life with the sound of Mariah Carey - his head snapping up when you slipped your way in through the hallway wearing a Santa hat and using your phone as a fake microphone.

“Bub,” he laughed incredulously, eyes sparkling with amusement, “it’s December 1st, you can’t be serious right now.”

Ignoring him with a bright smile, you sang the words as if your life depended on it in the most dramatic way possible until you got to the infamous line;

“All I want for Christmas... is... you!”

You pointed at him before bursting into an overexcited dance, no doubt making a fool of yourself as you shuffled over to your grinning boyfriend, “Come on, Minnie, I know you know the words!”

“You’re not dragging me into this!”

“Yes I am!” Wrapping your hand around his wrist, you tugged him up from the couch - though, it wasn’t that much of a hassle as he pushed himself up half of the way. “You know you want to, you can’t play coy with me, baby.”

He rolled his eyes, though whatever annoyance he tried showing was nowhere to be found as the first chorus hit, luring you both into a duet filled with over exaggerated dance moves from you, and nearly perfect vocals from him - ruined only by his laughter at your antics.

The following weekend was filled with your full Christmas playlist as you and Seungmin dutifully unpacked the decorations for your Christmas theme for this year; purple and gold, with small silver snowflakes as accents.

“Bubs, have you seen the bag with the snowflake ornaments inside?” You mused, elbow deep in a container of gold bulbs while Let it Snow by Boyz II Men played in the background.

Seungmin huffed a breath, trying to blow his bangs out of his face as he unraveled a strip of sheer gold ribbon, “I think I left it in the kitchen.”

“The kitchen?”

“Yeah, cause I needed the scissors so I just took the whole bag with me-” He cut his sentence short to mimic a riff from the song, singing the ad libs as if it were his second nature and making you laugh in the process.

“Alright, alright,” pushing yourself up from the floor, you dusted your hands off on your pajama pants, “I’ll go get them, you start putting the purple ornaments on.”

His only confirmation toward you was a hearty nod as he kept singing, completely entranced by the velvety vocals playing through the speakers while you went to retrieve the missing decorations.

By the time you made your way back to the partially decorated tree, a new song faded its way onto the shuffle; Ariana Grande’s light tone floating through the air as Santa Tell Me began playing.

“Santa tell me, if you’re really there - don’t make me fall in love again if he won’t be here next year.”

Rocking to the beat, you easily melted into decorating mode as you began putting the snowflakes in strategically random spots, breaking your focus only to sing parts of the song to a delightfully amused Seungmin as he hung his portions of the ornaments.

Through the passing of This Christmas, and Christmas EveL - a song that nearly made you drop the personal ornament in your hand in order to have a spontaneous dance battle, which your boyfriend humbly bowed out of - the green tree was fully decorated in purple, gold, and silver ornaments, curly gold ribbon, and personal ornaments sprinkled in here and there; topped off with a simple gold star to complete the look.

Seungmin hummed happily, stepping back to get a full look of the unlit tree, “It looks great, but I think it’s missing something…”

You frowned, tilting your head to the side as if getting a second angle to try to see what he’s getting at, “Do you? I think we used all the ornaments - you think we need more ribbon?”

“I think so, yeah - can you plug the tree in while I grab the scissors? I wanna see it in better lighting first.”

“Mm, sure!”

Kneeling on the floor, you reached around for the plug before plugging it into the socket; warm lights illuminating the tree in an instant and basking you in a warm glow before you crawled back to stand once more.

By the time you made it back to your feet, a new song was now playing through the speakers; Mistletoe by Justin Bieber, a not-so-secret favorite of your boyfriend’s that quickly grew on you as well.

“Does it look any different, Minnie?”

“I dunno.”

Scoffing out a laugh, you turned around to face him, “What do you mean you don’t-” 

Your words escaped you as you stared at him, a smug smile on his lips despite the faint blush turning his ears pink; your eyes trailing up his right arm held high above you both and landing on a certain plant pinched between his fingers.

Mistletoe.

“I should be playing in the winter snow, but I’ma be under the mistletoe.” He sang softly, smugness melting away to a bashful smile that had your heart growing three sizes.

A breathless laugh floated through you before you stepped forward to close the small gap; placing your hands on his cheeks and pulling him down for a soft, sweet kiss that he happily reciprocated.

Pulling away just enough to brush your nose against his, you hummed lightly, “I love you, Seungmin.”

“I love you too, bub.”

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[darth-sonny]

for the ask game for kirby: defiant

ANGST PROMPTS #33: DEFIANT

Kirby messed up the moment they got caught.

Kirby messed up the moment they decided to sneak into Uncle Donnie’s lab.

It was off limits to them, just as his room and Uncle Raph's old room were. But Kirby was curious. Even with the walls soundproofed, they always heard the faint sound of music and machinery.

Their uncle always had stuff that Kirby only saw in Jupiter Jim movies tucked away in his battle shell. And it made them curious. They wanted to "see the magic", as Uncle Mikey would put it.

(It didn't help how Lita was allowed in, even though she was a baby. But Kirby ignored that, just how they ignored anything when it came to their new cousin.)

Getting inside was surprisingly easy. Uncle Donnie’s lab had a hand pad, just like in the movies. It was really cool, silver and purple with his logo spinning slowly on the screen.

Kirby had no idea how to hack, and they figured it was a lot harder than using a laptop and saying "I'm in". They could ask dad, but dad was off at work, and by the time he came back, Kirby would be too distracted to remember to ask him.

So, just for fun, they got on their tippy-toes and placed their hand on the pad.

It was honestly d̷͓̻́̇̍̏͝͝i̶̙̣͉̟͕̺͈̣͓̿̅̒͊̏͗̓̆͘s̵̛͕̯̻͎͙̉͊̂͋̽̀́̕͝ͅa̸̧̡͈̠̭̮̓͛́͗̓͐̈͌͘͝ṕ̴̩̜̹͓̩͌̉̓̌͜͠͝p̸̮̠̺̺͈̠͂̃o̴̧̐̿i̵̯̥̲̞͂̆͆̏͑̈́͌̚͜n̸̰̠̞̜̻̭͆́̈̀͛̾͝͝t̷͙̃́į̷̗͈̓̈̎̀n̴̩͇̲̊͌̂́̑̊̊̈̽̕g̷̙̩̮̹͍͇̲̍̓̔̚ how quickly the door opened up.

R̶̛̳̤̈́e̶̳̯̩͒̓a̷̯̻̳̎l̸̦̖̈́͑̾͘l̸̛̹̜̹͕͗͛͝y̵̲̲͎͝.̵̩̭̪́͒͒ ̴̛̜̈́̏Y̶̟̰͒͛̎́ó̴̜̙̈́u̵̥̙̇́̀'̷̡̖̲͋́̉̕d̷̮̀̅̍ ̶̢̗̭̆̕̕ť̵̯̤̦h̸̺̞̞͛̓i̶̡͈͌̃̇͋n̷̗̫̓̔̊̏k̷͉̤̙͕̉͊̏ ̴̡͐͌ĭ̴͎͙͗͆̚t̷͍́̓'̵̨̤̰͓̌͒̇̕d̷̫͕̱͉͐̽ ̸̫̥́̅b̶̫̣͗͛e̶͗̓͜͝ ̸̨̼̾ḿ̸̛̛͉̱̜̱ớ̶̡̺̹͑ȓ̶̛̳̹̣̅ë̶̻́̈͝ ̶͓̹̿̓ṣ̷̢̤͖͐̐ê̵͈̮̯͈͑̚c̵̢̎͗̉̈u̸͚͓̎̋̓r̴͖̓̉͝e̸͇̒̇̄ͅ.̶̻̔̌

Either way, Kirby bit back some giggles as they stepped inside. The inside looked a lot like the inside of Jupiter Jim's main starship, down to the circle rotators built into the wall.

Everything looked so cool.

Half-built robots, fully built ones, creepy looking wires in a very creepy mess, holograms of battle shells ideas, a very traditional corkboard with pictures and sticky-notes covering every inch of it. And, as is typical of their Uncle Donnie, every single thing was purple.

They took their time with everything. They knew not to touch anything they saw, even the multitudes of fallen pens and pencils on the ground. They had sparkles in their eyes, with everything catching their attention until they saw a new cool gadget or blueprint.

Everything was new and exciting, and Kirby began to wish that they had seen all of this sooner. Why were they kept away from all this? They were old enough to (somewhat) understand what he was building. Maybe if they showed interest in robots, even if for a bit, that may get their uncle to open up to them...

(They refused to think about seeing their Uncle Donnie happily taking Lita into his lab. Lita, who was asleep and couldn't appreciate anything her uncle was telling her. And how Kirby tried to move themself to peek inside, jumping a bit when the door closed unexpectedly.

They refused to think about anything when it came to Lita.)

Something sparks to life.

It's a computer.

There looked to be multiple windows open.

One of them, the biggest one, looked to be a medical report. Kirby's seen them in their dad's work whenever he brought them in.

And what caught their attention was their name.

Their name was at the top of the medical report.

KIRBY L. HAMATO

That was new.

Walking towards the computer, some words surrounding their medical report became clearer:

Blood tests... ophthalmoloscopy... healing factor... reflexes... empyrean testing... psychic connection to key(???)... hivemind probability testing...

Kirby understood none of those words.

There was a sticky note underneath the keyboard. It was impossible to miss, the bright pastel pink standing out nicely against the iron table.

Moving the keyboard, they read what was written:

...

...What the heck was a Kraang?

"What! Are you doing in here!"

Oh no.

Kirby slowly turned around, eyes wide, and the feeling of guilt quickly seeped into their bones.

They were in trouble. They were in so much trouble. They should've just ignored being curious and just played with their toys, or read some comics, or watched some of Jiji's movies while he explained how he did some certain stunts–

"How did you even get in here? The key pad is specifically designed to only read my palm print, so how in the everloving fuck–?!!"

Kirby didn't mind that they couldn't talk. Well, they could, but only with dad. With the rest of their family, it felt as if their voice refused to come out. It was hard to talk sometimes. Even with Uncle Mikey or Jiji.

And now, it was especially hard.

Especially with Uncle Donnie glaring down at them as if...

...well, he always glares at them no matter what they did.

But Kirby understands that he has a reason now. They snuck into his lab, looked at his private stuff, and even his computer.

Without noticing, Kirby had lifted their hand and pointed at the screen.

Their medical report was plain for him to see.

Uncle Donnie’s glare, if somehow, got darker.

"That doesn't concern you."

They pointed at their name, which, again, was very plain to see.

"I'm not answering that. You broke into my lab, disrespected my privacy, and now are snooping through my computer! Your little play at defiance isn’t cute, just plainly disgusting!" He crossed his arms. "I swear, if it weren't for Nardo, I would've–"

What is K-r-a-a-n-g?

Uncle Donnie froze.

And that feeling that was going in the pit of their stomach finally got a name.

Fear.

Kirby was scared of their Uncle Donnie.

The point at the pink sticky note underneath his keyboard.

K-r-a-a-n-g

Glowing purple spider arms grab them harshly, digging into their wrists and ankles.

Kirby chirps in distress, moving as hard as they could. The spider arms feel weird, really really (two really's) bad, and wrong and off.

W̴͈̜͈͂̉̿͑͝e̸̖͓̹͔̯̍̃̊a̷̮̝̝͉͎͑k̵͔͕̠̬̀ too.

One good s̸̱̈́́̏̃͆c̴͛ͅr̶̨̲̙̳͆͠e̵̛̝͓͇͙̊ạ̵̢̹̜̓̂m̴̞̏͂̓͂ should be enough to–

"Donnie!"

Oh.

That's Uncle Mikey.

Now they're really in trouble.

Dad comes home to a screaming match between Uncle Donnie and Uncle Mikey.

All it took was looking at how Kirby was hiding themself behind Jiji for him to get (part) of the story.

Uncle Donnie locks himself in his lab again.

Dad wraps up the bruises on their wrists and ankles.

Dad doesn't let them go for a week.

And Kirby doesn't bring up their question of what a Kraang is.

Like anything concerning Lita, they block the memory of that out of their mind.

[pennamesmith]

Raising Despara

If you enjoyed Masters of the Universe: Revolution and wanted Keith David’s Hordak to have an Entrapta, this story’s for you. Big spoilers for MOTU: Revelation and Revolution!

—

Hordak ran.

He held the tiny bundle tightly in his huge arms, careful to support it properly even as he raced through the night. Sacrificing Skeletor had bought him only moments, if that. He would have to be swift. Already he could hear the pounding footsteps of the palace guards behind him.

Laser bolts ripped across the moonlit sky. Hordak tore through a dark canopy of trees, ignoring the branches that clawed at his face. He was almost at the extraction point. He could see the portal, blazing brightly ahead of him. The shouting at his heels grew louder.

“Pitiful, pedestrian protectors,” Hordak growled, chancing a look over his shoulder. “You cannot keep me from claiming my quarry.”

Clutching the little body to his chest, he took a massive leap and sailed through the crackling rift in space. The portal closed behind him an instant later, sealing out the guards’ angry cries.

In the new silence, another cry filled the air. A small face poked out of the swaddling blankets in Hordak’s hands, and after it, two tiny fists.

“Silence, small one. Cease these sounds. You are safe,” Hordak admonished, rising slowly to his knees.

“Rock her a little. It’ll calm her down,” the engineer operating the portal generator said. “I think that’s what the book I read said to do, anyway.”

Hesitantly, Hordak swung the infant gently from side to side. The movement was almost comical with his hulking frame, but sure enough, the baby girl quieted. A giggle escaped her.

The room they were in was dark, with metal walls. Banks of computer terminals, buzzing machinery, and steaming pipes filled the space from floor to ceiling. Crimson bat emblems burned on every screen that wasn’t showing a data readout.

The engineer busied herself with a wide bank of screens and blinking lights. She was small, but wore her massive work clothes like armor. Her long hair moved like the twisting arms of an octopus, cybernetic implants twinkling purple at the base of her skull.

The hair continued pushing buttons and pulling levers as she approached Hordak to look at the baby he held.

“Did you get the other one?”

“No. Skeletor slipped, as I suspected he would. A manageable mistake. Let him battle his brother for the boy’s fate.” He looked down at the baby girl, who was already drifting back to sleep. “A single scion of Grayskull is more than sufficient to realize my revolution.”

“I’ve got the care pod ready.” The engineer slid a panel aside, revealing a small crib bed nestled in the center of more machinery. Hordak placed her inside, and the two stood there for a moment, simply looking at her.

“Does she have a name?” the engineer asked.

“Whatever name she had on Eternia, she will need a new one now,” Hordak answered. “It presents a potent puzzle. How shall I describe this destined daughter of destruction? Her moniker must match her fearsome fate.”

“What about Despara?” the engineer suggested. “That was my great aunt’s name.”

Hordak considered it, then nodded. “A noble nomination. It suits one such as she.” He leaned down, speaking softly so as not to wake the sleeping child.

“Welcome to your new home in the Horde, dear Despara.”

—

Despara ran.

She’d grown fast in seven years, and soon enough even the generous range granted to her by her guardians was not enough. She could complete every training course with her eyes closed, knew every corner of her dark castle tower, could climb any wall. And so here she was, sprinting down the windowless halls, jumping across the smoky rooftops, and crawling through cramped ventilation shafts. She was big enough to want the universe, and small enough to slip through the cracks in the walls that kept her from it. It was a dangerous age.

She paused at a grate and looked down.

In the room below, a woman crouched over a cluttered desk, soldering computer parts. Her hair stretched out in every direction, reaching for tools or distractedly completing their own tasks. The movement was continuous, like a flowing current. It was hypnotic.

Suddenly, one of the bolts in the grate gave way. Despara yelped as she fell.

The woman below snapped to attention. Despara fell for less than a second before she was caught in a cushion of wrapped hair. She threw her arms around the woman’s neck and laughed.

“Hi Entrapta! I knew you’d catch me,” Despara giggled.

Entrapta raised her goggles and lowered her eyelids. “You are not supposed to be here, little one.”

“I know, but I was bored, and Hordak’s meeting is taking forever,” Despara whined. “Can’t you show me some of the cool stuff you’re working on?”

Entrapta ruffled the girl’s short, blonde hair. “Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear. Here, you can help me make wire relays for the new death ray prototype.” She pushed a pile of parts across the workbench.

Despara began assembling the components with practiced speed. “Tell me again about the day you found me,” she said.

Entrapta’s reply was equally practiced. She’d told this story many times.

“Hordak was coming back from a mission. I had used my technology to open a portal to another world, and he was searching for a new home for the Horde.”

“But it was a bad place,” Despara piped up.

Entrapta nodded. “Very bad. Barbaric, in fact. The evil king and queen of that land were going to sacrifice a child to their false gods of magic.”

“That was me!” Despara bounced in her seat.

“That was you. But Hordak rescued you, even after his trusted apprentice betrayed him. He left that world, just to bring you somewhere better. And as soon as he was back, I closed the portal, snap, just like that!” Entrapta clapped her hands for emphasis.

“Snap!” Despara echoed, mimicking the motion. “What was that world called?”

“Nobody knows,” Entrapta answered, very quickly. “If we ever find it again, perhaps you will be old enough to help us liberate the poor people who live there.”

Despara was quiet for a moment. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.

“Will you build me something?”

Entrapta examined the paper. It was a child’s work, but the intention was clear. She smirked at the helmet’s design; the familiar red eyes and teeth.

“I want to help Hordak,” Despara explained. “And if I wear something like that, if I looked like his real daughter, maybe he would let me.”

“You are his real daughter,” Entrapta insisted. “Even if you are not of his blood. And you will help him, someday, when you’re older.”

Despara’s blue eyes twinkled. “That wasn’t a no.”

Entrapta winked and pocketed the paper. “When you’re older,” she repeated.

And Despara thought about her future, making the universe better one world at a time.

It was going to be beautiful.

—

“It’s beautiful!” Despara gasped, staring at the majestic creature. “What is it?”

Hordak beamed as he handed her the reins. “On its homeworld, it is called a horse. A birthday present for you.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you!” Despara hugged the towering Horde Commander with unabashed familiarity. “I love him! I’m going to name him Spirit. May I go out for a ride with him now? Please?”

“Of course, dear Despara. Just take a trooper with you, in case of trouble.”

He stood and watched as they raced off into the distance. Someone snickered below his sightline. Turning, he saw Entrapta emerging from whatever corner she’d been hiding in this time.

“You’re laying it on a bit thick, my lord,” the engineer said. “Everything all right at home?”

Hordak snorted. “You know me so well, scientist. I can have no secrets with you at my side. It happens that the new magic user I hired has been making many overtures to our adolescent ward. I cannot have the future leader of my armies seduced by such simple spells! I had hoped to regain her regard by giving her this gift.”

“Really? You’re feeling threatened by Shadow Weaver?”

“It is most miserable that I must make magic a part of my machinations, however minute. But I will not have my years of work wasted by that witch.”

“Yeah, and it’s got nothing to do with wanting to be the favorite parent over mom,” Entrapta needled with a grin.

Hordak remained impassive. “Nothing at all. And at any rate, if anyone has assumed the mantle of mother to Despara these many years, it is you, my most marvelous machinist.”

That caught Entrapta off guard. Her hair shivered, suddenly uncertain of what to do with itself. Unconsciously, she stepped closer to the towering man. She tried not to look at his face and only wound up staring at his chest instead.

“It’s been an honor to work with you, mighty one,” she managed. “I mean, you already trust me with your weapons, your robots, and your infrastructure. I should think that looking after your kid once in a while is a small ask compared to all that.”

He rested a mighty claw gently on her shoulder, and she cursed herself for flinching.

“I owe you a great debt, Entrapta. I do not forget fealty such as yours. In the new universe Horde Prime has promised us, I intend to install you at my right hand. You are the engine of this empire. Wherever I go, I want you with me.”

Entrapta smiled.

—

Entrapta frowned at the screen. She’d double- and triple-checked the data she was receiving, but the results stayed the same. She sighed. There was no getting around it. She had to tell Hordak.

Half-finished projects and disconnected parts filled the cluttered laboratory. She had to take several big steps over loose cables and chunks of mismatched machinery to get out of the grungy nest that had formed around her desk. She’d been working for, what was it, three days now without sleep? Hordak would have ordered her to rest if he knew, but his praise of her ingenuity always fueled her to keep going.

Most of the room was dominated by a robotic woman of titanic proportions, tubes and wires stretching away from her crowned face like braids. Entrapta patted it on the knee as she passed. The robot didn’t move, but it glowed softly with an eerie indigo light.

Propelled by her hair as much as her feet, Entrapta sped through the labyrinthine halls and tunnels that stretched across the complex. Everything was connected, like a massive anthill, and she had built half of it all anyway. It wasn’t long before a hissing grate swung out of a hidden panel, and she was standing in the vaulted throne room.

Hordak lounged in his chair, resting his head on one hand. He smiled when saw her, flashing his blood-red teeth.

“My most exceptional engineer,” he purred. “What sends you to my side? Have your eyes espied evidence of Eternia’s erosion?”

Entrapta took a deep breath. “You were right. Something happened to the magic — it’s seeping away from the planet like water down a drain. My drones picked up everything. As for the cause… all my reports say that the Champion of Grayskull is dead. And the Sword of Power has been destroyed.”

“Dead?” Hordak’s eyes brightened. “Then Grayskull stands unguarded. You have amazed me again, my accomplished ally. Make Motherboard ready and muster the machines. I would hold Eternia in your electronic embrace as early as possible.”

Entrapta hesitated. “There’s more.”

“More?”

“It would seem that the Champion… was also the son of King Randor.”

Hordak’s face fell. “The king’s son?”

“It’s an advantage.” Entrapta tried to focus on her data screens. “Not only has magic left the planet, they’ve been thrown into political chaos. It’s the perfect time to…”

But Hordak wasn’t listening. He mashed his wide palms against his face, and when he looked up Entrapta was shocked to see the beginning of tears in his red eyes.

“What am I going to tell Despara?”

Entrapta affected a shrug. “Nothing would be easiest. She doesn’t even know Eternia’s name, much less that she still has family there.”

“Her family is in the Fright Zone,” Hordak snapped, perhaps more defensively than he’d meant to.

“Look, we knew this was a possibility. Both of the twins are descendants of Grayskull, it’s the whole reason we went after them!”

Hordak was staring into the distance. “I just didn’t think… He would have been so young. Despara is only a girl.”

Entrapta crossed her arms. “She’s twenty-one. And asks me every day when you’re going to let her go out on a real mission, just so you know. You can’t shield her from the universe forever.”

Hordak grit his teeth. “Perhaps not. But with Eternia eliminated, I can at last provide her with the peace I have promised. We move with caution. I say again: make Motherboard ready. Drones only, until we determine what is next to be done.”

Entrapta pulled her goggles down, and turned to leave.

“As you wish, Lord Hordak.”

—

“No! I won’t do it!” Despara shouted. “Do you really expect me to stay behind? After everything you’ve told me about Eternia?”

“Eternia is an evil environment,” Hordak said sternly. “Especially since it seems the Sorceress’ savage sword-swinger has survived. It’s not safe.”

“All the more reason for me to go!” Despara stomped her boot. She had buzzed hair and wore gray armor, with two swords at her back that ached to be drawn. She scowled at Hordak, and he held out a gauntleted hand to console her.

“If Skeletor’s sedition is successful, we will seize the planet without a single shot. After that I will send for you, to help me redeem the repugnant world I rescued you from. It is your destiny, Despara.”

Despara relented, but her frown remained. “You told me yourself that Skeletor can’t be trusted.”

“I don’t like this plan either,” Entrapta cut in. She was perched on the roof of Hordak’s shuttle, as it waited to deliver him to the great fleet massing in the skies. “There’s too many variables. I should go with you in the flagship, at least.”

“No!” Hordak roared. “I need you both to stay here. The Power of Grayskull is not to be trifled with. Entrapta can continue to control Motherboard from a distance. Despara, you must prepare for your future without distractions. I will send for you both when I have secured the planet…”

He glanced at Despara, then Entrapta, and then looked away from them both.

“…And when He-Man no longer poses a threat to us.”

Entrapta climbed down, her hair like spider legs, and joined Despara in frowning quietly. But she also didn’t try to stop him. Hordak looked at the two women with the closest thing to caring he imagined his cold heart could hold. A more sentimental family might have embraced in that moment.

“I will return soon to the heart of the Horde,” Hordak said, and turned to board the shuttle.

When the doors were up and they’d left the dock, Hordak sighed deeply. He drummed his fingers against his armrest and tapped his feet impatiently. It was alien to him, this feeling of fear. Certainly, he had felt fear before. The universe was large and full of things more terrible even than Hordak. He was not ashamed to admit he had feared for his life more than once in his many years.

What was strange was feeling afraid for someone else’s life. For two lives, in fact.

Hordak hunched in his chair and buried himself in thoughts of war, and stratagem, and conquest. He would be victorious. He had to be victorious.

He would let nothing stand in his way.

—

“Get out of my way!” Entrapta screamed, pushing past the Horde soldiers and robots as they rushed down the medical complex hallways. “Move, you useless trash!”

She burst through the door of the surgery bay. Despara was already there, standing helplessly by the emergency pod. She turned as Entrapta ran in, and there were tears streaming from her face.

“Is he alive? Can you…?” Despara broke into another sob and threw her arms around Entrapta.

Entrapta hugged the girl back, but her eyes stayed fixed on the pod beside them. Under its glass, Hordak lay still, a huge, vicious wound torn through his torso. Data points flashed on holographic screens and a million medical machines pumped and pinged.

Entrapta’s hair moved, twisting across the room in all directions. She seized scalpels, sutures, and a dozen other pieces of equipment. Moving out of Despara’s grasp, she bent to stare at Hordak’s injury. Her eyes burned. She opened the pod, noxious steam hissing, and went to work.

“I need a full-immersion tissue loom and a fresh nanite base kit,” she said, without looking around. For her, the rest of the universe was already fading out of existence. She moved like a machine.

Or a monster.

Six hours later, Entrapta slumped to an exhausted heap. Despara helped her to her chair.

“He’ll live,” Entrapta said, her voice distant and gravelly.

“I should have been there,” Despara said firmly. “We should have been there. Skeletor did this. I knew he couldn’t be trusted.” Her face bent into a cold fury. “I will destroy him. I swear, I will destroy them both! Skeletor, and this despicable He-Man!”

Entrapta put her hand on Despara’s and looked up at her. The fire in the engineer’s eyes had dimmed, but there was still a red-hot coal lurking there. She raised an eyebrow.

“Do you remember, Despara, many years ago, when you asked me to build you something? So that you could help Hordak, as his daughter.”

Despara returned her gaze, and the fire.

“I remember.”

—

The lab was even messier than usual, after Entrapta’s fit of rage when Motherboard went offline. And her next one, when the fleet had returned blaring emergency klaxons. But she still knew where everything was, and in seconds she had what she was looking for.

She’d built it years ago. She was saving it, as a present.

Despara took the helmet from Entrapta’s outstretched hands. She looked at the familiar features: the fanged face, the dark red eyes, the spiked crest. Reverently, she placed it over her head. The world went crimson, and she felt as if she were finally complete. She had the power.

Despara rose.

[rafecameronzwhore]

His initial

Link: Insta reel

OKOK SO U SAW THIS ON INSTA AND IM OBSESSED, I GOT THIS IDEA

Summery: You wear Rafes initial on your thigh, and he starts to kiss the ground you walk on.

Trying something new with a summery 😊

Warnings:

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Tonight was an important night

It was a business event with Rafe and his other business friends/peers

You knew it was for them so they can make business deals

But...

You wanted to mess with Rafe a bit

Of course, he was taking you with him

He just saw this as an opportunity to show you off

But he didn't imagine how much he would want to take you home instead...

Time skip

It was almost time to go, and you were done with your makeup, and you were dressed

Soon enough Rafe walked in and stopped in his tracks

He leaned against the doorframe and looked you up and down, whistling

You playfully rolled your eyes and looked away smiling

Rafe walked up behind you, his breath against your neck sending shivers up your spine

Rafe started dragging his nose up your neck and kissing up your neck to your ear

"Hey, pretty girl" he whispered in your ear

"Hi baby," you said as you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck and his wrap around your waist

"Wanna tell me who you getting all dolled up for" he smirked as he twirled you his eyes never leaving your body

"My boyfriend, but unfortunately he's failed to compliment me" you fake pouted as you turned around and pretended to do something with your hair

"Sweethear no amount of Compliments, numbers or words can explain how gorgeous you are"

You blushed at his words

"You have a way with words Mr Cameron"

"Only for you, my Mrs Cameron"

You giggled

"Ok, now get out. I need to finish getting ready"

Rafe put his hands up in surrender with his goofy smile on and left the room, telling you to tell him when your done

Little did he know...

You were already done getting ready

You just needed him to get out of the room so you could put your new jewelry on

You carefully took the box out of its hiding place and opened it

Seeing the beauty sitting inside

Stroy time

Recently while you were scrolling through Instagram

You saw a very eye sparkling jewelry...

...Thigh jewelry

Your first though when you saw it was what rafe would think

So of course

You ordered it

But the twist was....

You ordered the one with his initial

When you heard about the event for the first time

You took it upon yourself to not tell rafe

And let it be a surprise

End of story time

You took the jewelry out of the box and slid it up your thigh

Part of you wondered how rafe would react

Guess it time to find out...

"Hey babe, I'm ready to go" you yelled from upstairs

"Okay, I'll go start the car" rafe replies

You put your heels on

Taking one last look in the mirror and walked out to the car

Rafe opened the passenger door for you

He could've sworn he saw something sparkel but he just ignored it and walked the the driver's side door

Time skip

You and rafe were at the event and your knew damn well he had noticed the jewelry hanging from your thigh

The whole event rafe couldn't keep his hands off of you

His hands were somewhere on you

On your waist

Thigh

Anywhere it could be

By the time the event ended and you were both home

Rafe had you in bed

Smut, skip to the green if u don't wanna read

The 2 of you were on the bed making out hungrily

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to do this to you for" Rafe said as he left purple bruises down you neck and boobs

"Don't know if I should punish you or reward you"

You couldn't control the soft moans coming from your mouth

You let your head fall back as he kept going lower and lower

Until he was face to face with your unclothed cloth

"Hm looks like to me someone planned this, no panties, thigh jewelry seems all planned to me"

You couldn't help your smile that found it way on your face

Rafe saw that smile and he knew he was right

With out warning Rafe licked your pussy

Making you moan out loud

He continued doing that making sure you were all wet and prepared for him

"R-rafe~" you moaned out

He hummed in response sending those ungodly vibrations to your core

"F-fuck, R-rafe, i-m gon-na ..." and with that Rafe stopped everything he was doing

You whined at him with a pout because of him declining your release

Rafe then kissed at your thighs and up your stomach as his hand reached behind you to find the zip of your dress

Rafe did eventually find the zip and unzipped yout dress

Only to find out you weren't wearing a bra either

"Hm~ naughty girl, no bra either"

You moaned as he started sucking on your right nipple while pinching the other

Soon enough he switched

Rafe started sucking on your left nipple while pinching your right

After a while of doing that

You were a moaning mess

And desperately begging for Rafes cockadodaldo

He slowly got of you and started undressing

You bit your lip while looking at him hungerly with the 'fuck me' eyes

Rafe leans down again and starts making out with you while pumping his cock

You slowly move his hand away and start pumping it yourself as the two of you make out

You break the Kiss and go on your knees in front of him

You keep jerking him off as he groaning

You put the tip in your mouth and start sucking and twirling your tongue on it

You slowly took all of him in your mouth

Wrapping your lips around him and bobbing your head back and forth

You knew he was starting to get close to his orgasm

You just knew him that way

You knew how to perfectly suck his dick

When to send those moaning vibrations

You knew all the tips and tricks

And you also knew that no matter how much he tried

Rafe could never get rid of you

Rafe soon pulled you off his cock and flipped you onto all4s

"Fucking hell baby, you don't know what you do to me"

You giggled a bit then gasped as you felt him trail he tip of his cockadodaldo around your pussy making you moan

Rafe ten without warning put it in

And you moaned as loud as you could

You could feel him stretching your vagina

The pain and pleasure mixing as he kept going in and out of your pussy

The both of you moaning and groaning like crazy

"FUCK RAFE IM GONNS CUM" you screamed

He replied with "Not just yet baby I wasn't you to cum with me"

And with that you both came.

Smut has passed

After all that, Rafe cleaned the 2 of you up and dressed youbinto one of his very comfy hoodies

The end

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Hey sweets

I finished this fic

And I promise ilk try finishing other ones and answering requests

Laterz

P.s its bloody 9:28, what am I doing up?!

[mioyeo]

Watch your back : chapter 4

Once you don’t value what you have someone else learns how to take care of what used to be yours

Synopsis : 8 men supposed to give her all the love they promised end up leaving her behind without a valid reason

Pairing : girlfriend Reader x PolyAteez !

Warnings : this chapter contains mentions of, reader ignoring Seonghwa for weeks , deep talk , arguing with Rin , flashbacks etc Please reminding me if I forgot something

Tag list : @legbouk , @scarfac3 , @m4rsluv , @hcyaa , @jackinmyarea , @layzfeelit , @loverlele , @mulletjoonsupremacy , @veneziamadness , @belle643 , @gugggu6gvai , @atinytinaa , @voidcupidz , @atinyreads , @baguette-atiny , @parkthothwa8 ,

This series is going to be posted together with the Psychiatric series, which means one chapter after another

Word count : 1,5k

She woke up tiredly going into the bathroom leaving her tidy bed behind

It's been some weeks since the incident , she stopped caring for anything else

It was only school , home , work and sleep in , to the point it got concerning for him

The quietness was starting to bother Seonghwa he at least expected for her to spare him a glance but nothing, neither did she talk to him or anything not even a single interaction

The only thing she smiled about was when she watched baking videos , was with the others or texted her new friend

Who felt bad seeing her down when they went to the cinema , she fell asleep there not even paying attention to him at all

Hey look the best part their about to-

There she was asleep with her head on his shoulder looking like a toddler who just had started it's nap time

She put on a big sweater that belonged to Seonghwa and some of his nike pants , despite the rage she felt and heart break she kept these pair of clothes it was the only thing she felt comfortable with from him at the moment

The girl went down into the kitchen and made herself some cereal before sitting down on the floor in  the living room

It was quiet as she enjoyed the alone time since everyone was asleep obviously since it was 6am

She went on her gallery and scrolled through the pictures and stumbled on her Seonghwa albums she somehow didn't want to get rid off

Pictures

She chuckled at the last one remembering that day as if it was yesterday

Can't I get any ? Why not I'm the one paying

Because it will take us a lot of time to stand in line  and our train will arrive soon

But we can catch the other one

Seonghwa my feet are sore I want to go home and finally sleep

Baby please I'll be sad if I don't get that Star Wars lightsaber , I really need it

Seonghwa please I- you owe me a feet massage, and now we have to look for a hotel or something because that was our last train

Thank you ! Come on let's go before it's gone

Both walked back to the toys shop where a huge line of adults with their kids where

Seonghwa look at the line it's so long

But baby it's going to be worth it just wait

They stood in line for like a hour and half , Seonghwa ended up fighting with a kid that wanted the same color as he wanted

I was in line first so I get the purple one

But sir your to old to like these stuff and I'm a kid who's still growing up

I don't care if your a kid I was here first

Daddy he doesn't want to give me the purple lightsaber it's rare and I want it !

Yeah exactly it's rare that's why I deserve it after waiting for hours in line

The kid kicked him on his leg hard grabbing the lightsaber and ran away to the cashier where his parents payed for it

Hey that was my lightsaber!

His lips started to tremble from the pain and that his purple lightsaber had been taken away

Seonghwa let's go it's gone already

She grabbed his hand leaving with him out the store as he waddled behind her like a child who's just had the worst day of its life

Baby please it's just a toy

It's not just a toy ! It's a rare purple lightsaber

He leaned on a pole crossing his arms looking away with his black hair slightly covering his eyes making him look a lot cuter than he already was in her eyes

Seonghwa baby please cheer up I'll see if I can find you another one I'll do anything for it

He looked to the side allowing her to  snap a quick picture

Really? , you better not play with me

I promise baby don't worry

She pulled his mask down and kissed him making him smile and hold her

Thank you love

She smiled and scrolled through other pictures each one telling its own story in her mind , she looked at her wallpaper it was a cute picture he took with one of the boys

Wallpaper

Placing her phone beside her she continued to eat and watched a random show on Netflix

" Why are you awake at this hour "

Jongho walked towards her as she sat there eating unbothered

" I couldn't sleep anymore "

He sighed sitting down next to her and kissed her forehead

" You guys need to fix it soon "

" If you came here because of this you just wasted your time "

She placed her finished bowl on the table and laid her head down on his lap

" Honestly, you both are being immature just talk to each other and see where it goes "

" Listen to me I don't want to make a move he hurt me by saying that , he needs to apologize "

" And you don't think you've hurt him with doing what you did and saying what you said?"

He rubbed her cheek

" I don't think so ,  he said it first "

" Come on baby think about it just talk to each other and you'll be fine again "

He stood up and went back to his room not before stopping somewhere else

She sighed and drew her attention back to the television , but her phone soon started ringing

Incoming call from " Tall prince "

Ah Y/n~~ are you awake ?

He yawned into the phone making her chuckle

Mhm I woke up hours ago why are you calling me this early in the morning?

I missed my strawberry besides I wanted to take you on a morning jog you in ?

Are you for real? it’s 6am

Ay just get ready I'll buy you breakfast too

I just ate cereal what else do you offer

I'll get us a nice waffle breakfast mhm ?

Ok I'll get ready , is Taeyang coming?

I show you my friends once and your already heads over heals , kidding he's asleep I don't think it will be the best idea to wake him now or he'll start nagging

He laughed quietly and smiled as she let out a sad sigh

I'll tell him to come next time don't be sad

You better , you know how much I enjoy jogging with him

I know I know now get ready so we can meet at your doorstep

They both said goodbye and hung up

She got up and went inside her room to change into her sports bra and some track pants , despite it being chilly outside she was going to warm up eventually from the jogging

" Don't you feel ashamed of yourself for going behind their backs with another guy ? "

Rin stood in front of her with showing her phone with the wallpaper on display

" Why are you going through my phone for ? , and he's just a friend of mine "

She tried snatching her phone back but failed

"Should I call San again , even better Yeosang ? I'm pretty sure they would be pissed "

The girl chuckled raising her voice on purpose

" I'm not a child to be controlled , I'm allowed to have friends it's not like I'm dating him or anything we are just friends "

" Yeah "friends" don't really save each other as Tall Prince on their phones "

" I don't know what type of mentality you have but friends do that , maybe you just don't have any of them that's why your acting up "

She approached the slight taller girl trying to snatch her phone back but again to no use

" Maybe I'll just call Yeosang right now and see what he'll think about you seeing other guys "

" I don't care about his opinion either his or San's , I may love them but I make my own decisions on who I want to be friends with "

She took her phone back before putting it inside the pocket of her pants

" I'd be surprised why Seonghwa said what he said last time but I'm not , I mean your indeed boring and less attractive  "

Y/n chuckled looking at the girl

" Is that what you care about ? being attractive and entertaining ? look the one who's boring is Seonghwa and he isn't that entertaining either but I did not choose to love him because of these little perfections I wanted to love him because of what he presented me and that being his true charms neither of them being attractiveness or entertainment"

" Well that's what you think- "

" I've dated them for like 4 years  while you are just on your first year with them , I know I'm starting to get boring no wonder they started dating you without letting me know which is ok because I'm not holding them back ”

Y/n grabbed one of her tracksuit jackets and went down the hall taking her keys  before finally exiting the house

Someone watched her from above out their window how she smiled brightly before hugging the boy that had been waiting for her a while now to come out so they could go jog

" What took you so long to come out "

" I'm sorry I just fell asleep "

She smiled telling him something else before they started jogging away from the apartment

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

"𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞."

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐥.

Tagging @gal-with-pastels cause they are the one who created Galileo for me and all credit to his design goes to them!

Donnies vision blurred, whether it be the rain flooding his unblinking eyes or the bitter sting of tears. He threw aside rubble and broken wood... The very thing he had built with his wife, the beginning of a new home, a new life they were going to start... A New Generation.

And look where it was now. Half of the small hut destroyed, falling in on itself. He lofted the final board that was littered in scratch marks and blood, revealing the wet, muddy floor beneath it. No one underneath.

He gripped the board, jaw tensing as his fingers dug into the wet wood, throwing it across the woods while letting out a strangled scream of anger as he watched it fly across the sky, falling off into bushes.

"WHERE IS SHE!?"

He shouted as if he'd get an answer, clutching the sides of his head clawing at his soaking wet mask. He just stayed like that, on his knees as the mud and water soaked his knees. The rain poured down harshly on his body, barely bothering him anymore as it leaked down his snout and limbs, now numb to the cold.

Gone. It was all gone. It was all lost. The moment he saw smoke in the distance as he trekked back from visiting his brothers with his children, he knew it was bound to happen.

He knew from the moment he broke into a sprint, leaving his children to his brothers, he wouldn't make it in time.

He would be too late.

Chime...

Donnies eyes snapped open at the sound as it broke through the silence of nothing but thundering and rain.

Chime...

He lifted his head from his hands, looking to the half of the house that was still standing... The claw marks dig into the sides of the wood. The blood stains smeared across the walls, which showed a sign of struggle. The faint burn marks of lazers and smoke still ingering in the air, burning the back of his throat greatly.

The only thing that was littered completely destroyed was a light purple colored crib. Throwing onto its side and the blankets torn and tangled in the bars, along with the mangled cotton of bloody stuffed animals. The chiming Donnie could hear was the Crib mobile he had himself to hang above the crib, the dinging bell that wasn't torn apart as it hung from a measly thread, blowing in the faint breeze.

He weakly crawled toward it, throwing aside any rubble that got into his way as he picked up the bell in his hands, looking at the glistening metal as water droples gleamed off of it, and feel into his hands.

He... He just stared at it. It was so small, so quiet, so calming... A tainted memory and familiarity with it.

His hold on the bell tightens as he hears a broken squeal not far from him. The sound of a young baby crying for aid, for someone to save it. For his father to save him.

It was only a matter of seconds until Donnie was back on his feet in a dead sprint. He ignored his begging gasp for air or the way his heartbeat pounded in his ears. The ears plotting cry of a baby is all his brain Lazer focused on, shoving pushing through trees and bushes.

The bloody trail of someone dragging their body across the ground to get away from the scene was like a path, leading Donnie to his prize - as much as a sick thought it was. He just felt his heart fall into the pit of his stomach as he still kept running... The trail is still continuing. How long was she in agony for - how long has she suffered in pain?

He nearly ripped the branches off the tree that blocked his vision but soon completely froze at the sight in front of him.

She laid on her stomach, the dragging position she still had yet to get out of, and seemed to be the pose she was stuck in. The crimson liquid pooled around her body, mixing into the much and dirt, staining her silk blue nightgown.

Her dark brown hair was tangled and sopping wet, covering her face and sprawling along the ground, tangled with twigs and rocks. She sheiled her body over something, the thing that was wailing.

It's like Donnie saw his entire world begin to fall apart, letting out a strangled gasp before he rushed toward the limp body.

"Tamsin!" He cried out, immediately slipping to his knees as his hands hovered over her body. He grabbed her head and back, slowly turning her around to lay in his arms. He revealed the wound that graced her body.

Straight through her chest was a broken arrow. Her body was littered in cuts and dark bruises. Her labored breathing was slow, too slow. Her skin was a sickly pale and blue color, her dull green eyes opening and closing as she went in and put on consciousness

"D... Donnie..?" She barely even spoke, merely mouthing the statement as her vision only caught blurs of green and purple as she was pulled away from the baby she was protecting.

She was in agony, it was hard to breathe, and when she did, it was short and quick breaths. Her condition was beyond repair, and yet she gave the best smile she could muster, causing Donnie to wipe away the blood from her lip.

"Hi, honey..." She responds weakly, but in such a sweet tone, like the one she'd use every time he walked into the door, taking in a shaky inhale. She looked to see the broken, thin peice of wood sticking out of her chest, a dry chuckle escaping her - God damn did it hurt.

"With my own weapon too, huh?" She joked. No one laughed. She was cut off as a warmth dripped onto her hair, causing her to look up.

Soon, a cascade of tears trickled down onto her face like rain - but Donnies head sheilded the cold weather, only to replace the downpour with his out tears. It was odd. His face didn't show sadness - still stuck in a permanent shock, but he was in hysterics, his body shaked as he fought back a sob.

"Oh, Donnie..." She reached her hand up to his face, using all the strength she had in her body to do so, only to have it fall limp back to her side. "It's gonna be okay..."

"How?" He responded bitterly. "How is this okay? What do I do?" He found the words left him naturally, finally realizing that once in his life... He really didn't know what to do. He didn't have an answer.

"Donnie." Tamsin cut him off, gripping his soaking wet shirt tightly. "Promise me something -"

"No, no... Tam, not now, please. I can't do it now..." Donnie cut her off fearfully, hand trying desperately to cup her cheek, but he could control the shaking, watching as it trembled along the side of her cold face.

"Donnie -" "Don't say it, don't you dare fucking say it." He gritted his teeth, jaw tensing as he just held her tighter, screwing his eyes shut. He refused to even look at her, while she was saying goodbyes... Her own husband didn't even wanna look into her eyes one final time.

"Please don't leave me..." He whispered, bowing his head into her shoulder, hiding away from the world. Her embrace was what made him feel safe. In the latest hours of the night, when her warm embrace welcoming hold kept him from the night terrors or the stress of earlier that day. Her warm arms wrapping around his body while she hummed mindlessly till sleep pulled him away from his darlings hold.

Now, all he felt was cold. He didn't feel his darlings arms around him anymore, and her humming was simple, rasped breathing. And he wasn't slipping into a dream. He was wide awake in his worst nightmare.

He felt that ache in his throat began to worsen. The band around his chest broke, and he let out a broken wail. His muffled scream into her neck while hot tears ran down her back. "I need you, I need you. I can't do it alone..." He repeated endlessly under his breath through sobs, slowly rocking her in his hold.

She shushes Donnie. No reassurance, no telling him it would be okay... Only shushing him, softly like she was calming a baby, crying and pleading for its mother. "Donnie... I can't tell you it will be okay. Not this time." She finally spoke. "But can you just promise me this one final thing... Please?"

He could barely hear her voice, pulling away to look at her. He inhaled sharply as he pulled away, another cry wracking through his body as he stared at her, watching the same pained expression fall onto her face.

"Tell the kids I love them... Make sure you remind them everyday... I love them, I love them so much." Her lip began to quiver, her eyes glossing over with fresh tears as she gripped his shirt tighter. "Protect them. Protect my babies, Donnie, please..."

The shock was setting in as Tamsins breathing quickened, gasping for air and her speaking became repeated and panicked. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I can't be there for Galileo... I'm sorry I can't be a mom all over again for him... Im-" She is cut off as the soft cries of a baby called out again, directly to her side.

The arm she had yet to lift was covered by a mass of swaddled blankets with squirming inside.

Donnie quickly pulls the blankets onto Tamsins chest along with her arm, pressing them both to his chest. She weakly removes the blankets to reveal their youngest son, Galileo. He wasn't even three months old yet and here he was, in the cold wet rain... Losing a part of something that he'd never be able to experience beforehand could even remember her.

His crying didn't cease as Tamsins hand crazed the side of his small face, her thumb stroking his cheek as some sort of comfort. The first boy Donnie had ever had that was just like him- fully softshell and mutant was pulled close to be squished between his parents, and yet even then the poor child wasn't given any warmth to fall asleep into.

"Oh my sweet baby..." Tamsin choked, bitter tears dripped down her face. "I'm gonna miss you, so much... Grow up big and strong like your dad, okay?" She asked as if the boy could give an answer, only getting a squeal in return.

Donnie places his forehead against hers, feeling her instantly relax in his hold, she herself allowing a small cry to leave her. She lifted head a bit, placing her lips to kiss one of his closed eyes, the icy sensation making Donnie pull away to face her fully now.

"Starting our family in this world was the hardest thing I've ever been through... But I'd do it all over again, as long as it's with you... I can't wait to see you again... Wait for me?" She asked, opening her eyes one final time to look up at Donnie.

He swallowed the thick saliva stuck in the back of his throat, lips forming a pained pout. "If I this is my logical sign of a life after this... I'll wait a million more years to be back with you."

She smiled sweetly at him, slowly feeling as her body bean to numb. The last thing she felt was the small sensation of small little fingers wrapping around her own. "I never thought how... Happy I'd be... Dying in your arms."

She let out a long sigh, feeling no need to take another inhale. The world went peacefully quiet, her heartbeat softened till she herself couldn't hear it. The pain dulled into a sweet release. Her eyes grew heavy, like she was sleepy... She felt tired, finally able to get a good amount of sleep to catch up on in the past fifteen years. She wanted to laugh at her own joke... But she couldn't.

Her body went heavy in Donnies arms. He watched as her eyes slowly closed, one final, stray tear escaping before they were shut tight forever. Her breathing ended in a small noise of relief. Like the last thing on her mind to worry about was her husband. She knew he'd make it. Eventually.

Donnies eyes just stared unblinking at her body. Holding his son close to him as his burning eyes wished to release more of the tears he had yet to shed for the rest of his life from this point.

"... Tamsin?"

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𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐀𝐔 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝- 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧- 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫?

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭.

[qu0kkarambles]

Black silk

Warnings- smut (minors dni), edging, restraints/ties, blindfolds, ice play, cum play?, quite submissive reader, quite dominant jisung, vibrators, oral, fingering, masterbation, crying, traffic light system, taking pictures during

Authors note- this is one of my fav things I’ve written recently and it’s not proofread so ignore any mistakes

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‘I’m home’ you heard jisung shout through the house as you called him upstairs. You’d just finished in the shower, and were still doing your hair as he wrapped his hands around your waist, appearing behind you in the mirror. ‘Hey sung’ you giggled as he planted quick kisses over your bare shoulders. ‘How was work today? Busy?’ you waited for his response as you continued styling your hair. ‘Yeah always busy this time of year. Fun though’ he replied sliding his left hand from your waist to the back of your hair. His fingers threaded through your roots as you finished up with your curling wand. He was looking at your hair intently for a while before you caught his attention, asking again what it was he was staring at.

‘Just thinking how it’s such a shame you spent so long on your hair’ he finally replied, dragging his fingers from the roots to the ends with a slight tug. ‘You don’t like it?’ You tried to hide the hurt in your voice at the thought of your boyfriend not liking how you’d done your hair, especially after how long it had taken you. ‘I just think it’s a shame that I’m gonna ruin it so quickly’ he whispered into your ear. Before you could process his words, he was pulling your head back by your hair, exposing the flesh in your neck for him to nip and suckle on, working on each area until it turned red and purple. Quick shallow gasps fell from your lips as he trailed his way from your neck, over your bare shoulders. With one hand still wrapped around your waist and his other tangled in your hair, you were held in whatever position he kept you in, completely pliant and at his mercy.

‘Sound so pretty gasping for me baby’ his voice was suddenly in your ear, and a low moan slipped from your mouth as he spun you to look at him, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. Jisung was needy, and you could feel his desperation through his rushed, lust-filled kisses, the messy make out session leaving you breathless as he moved you toward the bed. You were only wrapped in your towel when he first joined you in the bedroom, so with one quick tug on the fluffy material you were bare in front of him, leaning back on the soft bed sheets while he hovered over your body. His rhythm slowed, and he placed delicate kisses over the marks he’d left previously before moving from above you away from the bed. You opened your eyes in time to see him reach into the small black box that you keep hidden under the bed, and your pulse quickened.

Jisung quickly got to work with his playthings from your box of toys, and within minutes you’re wrists were above your head, bound together and to the headboard, and your ankles were also bound, a pretty silk ribbon securing each leg to opposite bed posts. With your arms above your head and legs spread wide, you felt extremely vulnerable, and the look in jisungs eyes confirmed that it was going to be a long night.

What you didn’t notice as he was laying you out and securing your position, was the final black silk tie that was left still unused by your side. It’s matching components were wrapped around your limbs already, and you were unsure why the last piece of silk was needed by your boyfriend. While he was checking your silk restraints weren’t too tight or too loose, he noticed you looking curiously at the tie, and reached over your bare body to grab it, running the luxurious material through his fingers a couple of times before trailing it over your torso.

‘I want to try a couple of new things tonight y/n’ his voice was low and sultry as he focused his attention on the final silk, trailing it between your breasts and over your stomach. ‘Gonna need you to trust me for this princess. And remember the system we used last time?. If you want to stop at any point you say red ok?’ His voice was steady and calming, centering you to his words long enough to respond.

With your verbal agreement a small grin found his lips as he moved higher over your body, gently kissing your lips before pulling his face from yours. ‘Lift your head for me princess.’ With his request you lifted your head from the bed below you, and it finally clicked in your brain the purpose of the final silk. The expensive fabric lay snug over your eyes as he securely fastened it behind your hair, checking to make sure you were ok -and also that you couldn’t see - in the process. With your eyes blindfolded, you became acutely aware of how you’re other senses heightened. You felt jisung move above you, and felt his body weight leave the mattress but with the silk blindfold obscuring your vision you had to call out to him to find where he’d gone.

‘I’m right here princess. You feeling ok so far?’ His voice was calm, but you could hear the slight tinge of worry that hinted in the background- he was worried you would panic, or hate it.

‘Colour?’ This was new territory for you, but you were loving it. ‘Feels good sung. Green’ your reply was breathy.

The blindfold, paired with your restraints was making you extremely needy, and it was only too obvious in your voice. ‘Good girl. Now listen to me carefully. I’m going to leave the room for a second ok? Need to grab something but I’m in hearing distance, so if you need me you shout ok?’ His word we’re concise and clear, and although the thought of being left in the room exposed like this might worry some, it had the opposite effect on you. You could feel the adrenaline course through your body at the anticipation as you heard jisung leave the room.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but a camera click bought you back to the room. ‘Sung? Is that you?’ You’re voice had a slight shake to it, but once you heard the small chuckle from under jisungs breath, your breathing evened once again. ‘So pretty all laid out for me baby. Have to make sure I get pretty pictures. Gonna try something else tonight as well princess.’ As your mind raced at the possibilities, a gasp was pulled from your lips as you felt cold on your chest, the new sensation taking a second to get used to. As jisung dragged the ice cube down the valley of your chest, your breath quickened, the sudden cold leaving a trail of goosebumps to your now pebbled nipples. ‘So reactive for me baby. God so beautiful’ he praised, continuing to trail the cold over your chest. You’re breathing was more ragged, and a small whine left your lips as you felt jisungs warm breath on your nipple.

‘Colour?’

‘Green god it’s green’

He took you gently in his mouth, the warmth of his tongue feeling heavenly after the cold of the ice, and he took his time taking each section of your chest carefully, leaving small bites and hickeys in his wake. Your gasping whines became more frequent when he gently moved the ice over your stomach, following its path with his lips lower and lower until you began to buck into him. Still tied and blindfolded, your skin was in overdrive, sensitivity kicking in. The partially melted ice cube left the skin by your hips for a second, before being replaced with a fresh cube.

Your legs began straining against the restraints as jisung held the ice above your core. Pushing it hard against your clit he earned a sinful moan, and he was desperate to commit it to memory. Holding it to your clit he licked a stripe over your entrance, causing your hips to buck into his face and another delicious moan to fall from your lips. He began moving the ice against your red flushed skin, earning gasps and moans as he melted the ice against your clit. By the time the cube has melted, small tears were welling in your eyes beneath the silk from sensitivity, but you were desperate to continue.

‘More sung. Please need more.’ With your request, he grabbed another cube of ice and, once he’d spread your folds, gently pushed it into your core, the sensation feeling incredible and foreign all at once. As your walls clenched around the cold intruder, jisung sat back to admire you, dripping and moaning for him. The marks on your torso had developed to a more prominent purple, and you felt his weight adjust again as he snapped another photo of you, tied up and covered in his hickeys.

He was enticed by the way the melted ice slowly dropped from your centre, your warmth melting it quicker as you became more desperate. Catching a falling water drop with his tongue, he lapped at your entrance, the ice entirely gone within seconds. ‘Being such a good girl for me baby. Ready for more?’ He punctuated his question with his fingers, inserting two digits into your entrance with little warning. ‘More sung more need more please need you. The babbling pleas falling from your lips encouraged his pace to quicken, working you open with a practised accuracy.

You and jisung had been together for a long time now, and so he knew your body perfectly. Ruining you in a matter of minutes was something he was extremely proud of, and he knew it would be a waste to not put his skills to use tonight as well. It didn’t take long to have you clenching around his digits, your impending high obvious when he pulled away from you, leaving you empty and begging. ‘No sungie please I was so close please.’ Your begging only fed into his ego as he kissed your thighs, so close and yet so far from where you really needed him. ‘Patience princess.’ He all but growled into your skin, diving into your core with his tongue.

Your arms were desperately tugging at your silks now, the need to push his head further into you was overwhelming. When you felt your high approaching once again, you felt euphoric. Until jisung once more pulled away from your clenching entrance, leaving you whiny for more. Your whines grew when you felt his body weight once more leave the bed beside you. He was taking his time, and you’re body was not on board. ‘Such a pretty baby. Taking all of this so well for me. Once more ok little one?’ You were too desperate to register his words, eager to cum and knowing you would do just about anything to do so.

A low buzz followed by jisungs small chuckle made you whine out desperately. You knew that noise too well from years of being single. When the vibrator first made contact with your clit your hips bucked up into it, desperate for release. You knew your trusty vibe well, and jisung had put it on the lowest setting. He wasn’t going to stop teasing you yet. With the low vibrations on your already sensitive entrance, you’re high was fast approaching once again. When he turned the settings up, your mouth betrayed you, high whines and moans letting jisung know how close you were. Just as you the coil in you was about to snap, he turned the toy off, opting to plant small soft kisses to your inner thighs while you whined and begged.

‘Did so good for me baby. So pretty and well behaved. Time for your reward’

As he finished talking you felt his hand around your ankles, the silks binding them to the bed loosening until you slipped free from them all together. As soon as your legs were free you immediately closed them, hoping for any friction you could get as you rubbed your thighs in desperation. You were still blindfolded, and so you still relied on your hearing to try and figure out where your boyfriend was and what he was doing. The sound of clothes moving made you realise he was finally undressing, and the anticipation filling your body dialled up impossibly higher.

‘So good for me baby’ he praised as he teased his length at your entrance.he pushed your knees toward your chest while keeping your arms restrained. God you looked perfect. Slowly and gently, he sheathed himself inside of you, filling you perfectly as you clenched around him. Your sensitive walls felt the delicious stretch as he remained still, aware of how you needed him to start slow. Leaning towards you, he captured your lips with his own, catching you off guard for a second before you kissed him back, intensifying the kiss with light moans and quick gasps. ‘Colour?’ He said into your lips.

‘Green don’t you dare stop’

Your moans quickly turned to begging and as jisung began to move, euphoria hit. You could feel every inch of him, and although you’d been together for so long, he still felt incredible, the perfect man. He began slow, gently pushing back into you as you moaned beneath him. He gradually increased his pace and was fucking into you brutally within minutes. Your moans and pleas had become broken sentences and curses, teetering in the brink of release. When jisung lifted your leg over his shoulder for a deeper angle, you were gone. Tumbling over the edge, you clenched impossibly tight around jisung, pulling hard against the silk on your wrists as tears fell from your silk-covered eyes.

Still balls deep in you, jisung worked you through your high, gently lowering your leg and leaning forward to finally remove your blindfold when he heard your choked out sobs. Your eyes were streaming and with feather-like touch, jisung reached a finger to your cheek to catch the tears falling there. Seeing the state you were in he gently pulled out of you, not wanting to cause you too much overstimulation after such a long night. ‘It’s ok baby. I’m here baby. You’re ok.’

‘Was so good sungie’ you said in your fucked out state. Now that the blindfold had been removed, you could see the small glass of ice slowly melting on your bedside table, the camera beside you on the bed, as well as your little box of toys spread across the floor, abandoned in jisungs haste. ‘What about you sung?’ You asked, eyeing his throbbing tip.

‘Don’t worry about me princess. I can take care of this once I’ve looked after you.’ he replied as he moved to loosen your wrists before you stopped him. ‘Wait. Want you to cum sungie. Want to be covered in you and all pretty for your camera.’ Your words went straight to his dick, the tip growing more red by the second as his own desperation grew. He took your request with a sly smile, and after a short loving kiss, he moved to sit between your legs, jerking himself over your body.

The way his body reacted to his touch had such an effect on you, and you were spurring him on, praising him and whining for him before he finally released. He covered your lower tummy, with some landing over your chest. The artwork he had left on your skin through the evening was a masterpiece, dark purple marks offset by streaks of his cum covering you. Hand still restrained, you caught jisungs eyes to take a picture. You definitely both wanted to remember this, and the state you were in was now perfectly immortalised on jisungs camera.

He lay the camera down before untieingyoir wrists, kissing each one as he did to ensure you were ok. With your free hands, you failed to fight the urge to play with his cum, immediately swirling your fingers over your torso in his release. He watched you fascinated for a minute before pulling your hands away, slipping his arms under your body and carrying you swiftly to the bathroom. Once he sat you down on the countertop, he ran the warm water in your bathtub, cleaning most of his release from you before lowering you into the hot sudsy water. He slipped in behind you and focused intently on washing your body, his attention to detail unfaltering. Your body was exhausted, and you drifted off in his arms to soft praises and words of love.

When you awoke once more, you were dry, warm and comfy, snuggled into your bed with jisung closely huddled into you, small breaths leaving his perfect lips. You placed a small kiss there before drifting off once more, love seeping through every inch of your body.

[kswlust]

poolboy | p.sh

sypnosis : while your husband is at work, poolboy!sunghoon thanks you in a certainly interesting way for tipping him.

pairing : poolboy!sunghoon x afab!reader

contains : reader cheats on her husband (don't do this unless you want to be thrown in a pothole), cursing, pool sex, marking, nipple pinching/sucking, rough fingering, handjob, thigh gripping, unprotected sex (not recommended unless ur ariana grande and want them babies), spanking, overstimulation and I think that's it!

"I'm off to work." your husband, rowoon said, leaving to put on his shoes. you followed after him and stopped him from putting the shoes on. "wait,-" you said, picking them up and quickly polishing them for him, putting them down afterwards and helping him wear them.

you stood up and fixed his coat and tie. "also, the new poolboy is gonna be here today to clean the pool. tip him only if he does well." rowoon says, staring at you dead in the eyes. you smiled, "of course, go off now. shoo, shoo!" you said as he got out side the door.

you guys said your byes and you went back into the house, taking off your husbands shirt that you were wearing and throwing it on the couch. "fuck yeah, finally. alone time!" you cheered, running to your room to get your ipad. you put on your favorite korean drama and walked to the kitchen.

you sat down on the island counter top, the cold marble coming in contact with your bare thighs, sending shivers down your spine. you ignored it though, you put on your favorite korean drama and completely got lost in it while you dangled your feet in the air.

you heard the loud as hell bell ring, you made a questioning face and got off the counter, walking to the front door. you opened it up to see, well, a man. a hot and tall one, to be exact. your mouth turned into an 'O' shape as you looked the man up and down.

you were about to say something, until you realized that you weren't wearing a shirt. you immediately closed the door on the mans face. "I'm so fucking dumb-!" you said, hitting yourself on the head before running to grab the shirt you threw a few moments ago and putting it back on.

you then walked back to the front door, taking a few breaths before opening it up. "uhm, I'm sorry about that.. hi- who are you?" you asked, politely. the man didn't say anything. now you were thinking he was mute or something. "uh??" you scratched the back of your head, confused.

"sunghoon, poolboy. can I come inside?" he finally spoke. "oh! rowoon hired you.. uhm, of course!" you said, moving aside so the man could walk inside. you closed the door once he was in. "follow me." you said and lead him to the backyard. "we're actually having a party tomorrow and we needed our pool clean, asap!" you said, smiling.

"I know." he said, putting his bag down on the floor. you stared at the man. "how rude can one possibly be?" you mumbled as you walked back inside the house. you suddenly had the urge to take a quick dive. I mean, you never got the time to because the pool was dirty and your husband kept you busy with so many things.

you walked to your room to change into your favorite purple blue gradient swimsuit. you grabbed your sunscreen, purse and ipad before walking out to the backyard. you saw the man doing his job with earphones plugged in. you found it dumb, literally, imagine if he got water on those..

you sat down on the lounge chair under an umbrella and applied your sunscreen because you can never be too careful. you then laid down on your stomach, you legs up in the air as you continued watching your drama on full volume. sunghoon on the other hand, has bad earphones.

he could literally hear your drama, his earphones cutting out the music every few seconds. he sighed, turning to you. his face turned slightly red at the sight. he had a clear view of your cleavage because of the way you were laying down. he could see your hardened nipples poking through the thin fabric that was doing the bare minimum by covering you, or so you thought.

you were busy squealing when the main characters finally kissed after 11 episodes, you didn't even notice sunghoon staring at you, or well, your mommy milkers. sunghoon looked away as soon as he saw you lift your head up to look at him. you got up and walked towards him.

"when will it be done? can't you be a bit faster.." you asked, impatiently. "I'm almost done, just give me a minute." the man said, doing whatever was left so quickly. "okay, done!" he said, turning to you again. you grinned, you were just gonna jump in immediately until you realized that you had to pay the man too.

"oh right, how much?" you asked as you went to shut off your ipad. "$80." he simply said as he packed up his things. "$80?? woah.. it was like $60 last week. what happened??" you asked, picking up your purse and walking back to him. he just shrugged, not saying anything.

you were finding the $10 bills when your purse slipped out of your hands. "oh-" you let out as you bent over to pick it up which gave sunghoon the perfect view of your ass. sunghoon could literally feel a tent growing inside his pants as he cursed under his breath and looked away, not wanting to be disrespectful.

you stood up and shoved the notes that fell out from the purse back inside before handing him $100 as you couldn't find any $10 bills in your purse. "just consider it as an expensive as hell tip for doing it faster than the old poolboy. dang, he took 3 hours to do what you did in 30 minutes.." you said, putting your purse on the lounge chair.

"thank you." sunghoon said, putting the bill in his wallet. he was putting his wallet back in his pocket and that's when you saw it. your eyes widened at the huge tent in the mans pants. you cleared your throat, "uhm, you need help?.." you said as you pointed at his fucking dick.

LITERALLY HOW DUMB CAN YOU BE- you realized what you were doing and quickly put your hand over your mouth. sunghoon was kinda shocked too. "what-.." was all that came out of his mouth. the tension between you two was REAL.. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm dumb, uhm- I'm sorry!" you said, panicking.

"uh- it's.. it's okay- uhm, I do need help but I'm not trying to ruin my non existing reputation here and be a homewrecker just because I got turned on by the man who hired mes wife in a swimsuit so I'm just gonna leave." he confessed, picking up his bag. this was so embarrassing for both of you.

he was about to leave but you stopped him and grabbed his hand. "i-i'll help.." you said, your cheeks a pretty shade of cherry red. sunghoon completely stopped in his tracks, turning to you. he knew this was undeniably wrong but he couldn't help himself.. he took off his bag, throwing it somewhere before walking towards you and holding your face before attaching his lips on yours.

the kiss was desperate, wet and messy. you held his wrist with one hand and placed your other hand on top of his hand that was holding your face ever so gently. the two of you stumbled and accidentally fell into the pool. you let out a loud scream, thinking you were about to drown.

but you were pretty wrong, sunghoon managed to move his hands down to your waist and hooked one leg onto yours. the two of you floated to the top of the pool and sunghoon immediately pinned you against the wall of the pool as you tried catching your breath.

"goodness gracious- what just happened-??" you asked, gripping onto his shirt with one hand, wiping the water from your face with the other. "are you okay?" he asked, shaking his head, the water from his hair dripping everywhere. you nodded softly, thankful that you didn't just die.

well, as soon as you nodded, sunghoon attached his lips back into yours. you've never met someone so damn desperate before, but he was making you extremely needy aswell. you kissed the man back, wrapping your legs around his waist. his hand moved up to remove your shoulders, removing the straps of the top piece of your swimsuit.

he easily pulled it off you and threw it on the ground. his mouth move from your lips, to kissing your jawline, and down to your neck, adding spots of color to your body. "what would your husband say if he saw these on your neck?" he asked, his hand going down to pinch your nipple.

"fuck.. who cares about what he says?" you said between gasps and moans. sunghoon made a 'mhm' sound as his lips moved from your neck to your chest. he started sucking on your left nipple, still pinching the right one. you let out a breathy laugh, this was really new to you as your husband, rowoon never really did stuff like this.

he usually just skipped to the p in v, and never really pleased you. he just pleased himself, and, well, you kinda had to fake your orgasms, which sucked so damn bad. however, you were a bit confident that you just might be able to have real orgasm today, maybe you were wrong, maybe right, who knows?

you moaned his name occasionally, this was kinda crazy, ya know. sunghoon managed to strip you out of the bottom piece of your swimsuit aswell. his left hand moved down to your waist, holding you in place as his right hand moved down to dig his nails in your inner thighs. you wailed in pain, throwing your head back, resting it on the ground.

you suddenly felt his thumb start to draw figure eights on your clit. before you could even react, you felt two of his long fingers slide into you. you choked on a moan, your hand immediately going down to grip his forearm as he started roughly thrusting his fingers in and out of you. "fuck!—" you let out, pulling his head up from your chest.

you made eye contact with the man and fuck, he looked so damn hot.. there were water droplets running down his face, his eyes darker than before. you remembered how this wasn't really about you, you were supposed to help him but he was pleaisng you instead. you started grinding your knee on his crotch, making the man groan softly.

he pushed another finger inside you, fingering you even faster, curling up his fingers, rubbing just the right spot over and over again. you couldn't help but voice your pleasure loudly. you moved your hand down, trying to take sunghoons pants off. you were struggling because you couldn't see anything, you guys' lower bodies were still in water after all.

sunghoon helped you, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to let his cock out. your hand moved down and wrapped around him, he was fucking huge. now you were scared, what if he teared you apart?? you decided to forget your thoughts for now and started stroking him.

the both of you felt so dang good, your neighbors definitely got a show. not exactly a show, more of a nsfw audio tape. "I feel like such a fucking whore.." you let out another breathy laugh afterwards. sunghoon smiled, and it wasn't like the smile before, the smile that would make all 15 year old girls go crazy, but instead, a smile that made you clench around his fingers.

"sunghoon.. m-m close~" you said, fastening your pace on his dick, occasionally squeezing it aswell. "fuck, me too.." he said, fastening his pace in you aswell, scissoring you open. and within just a few seconds, you came all over his fingers and just a few more seconds later, he came aswell.

you sighed, catching your breath from your intense orgasm. your head fell forwards, onto his shoulder. "sunghoon, that was so damn hot.. are you really gonna clean the pool again? after all this?" you said, warm breath hitting his neck. "please, who said I'm done with you? well.. only if you want."

your eyes widened as you pulled your head away from his shoulder, staring at him. "fuck, how can I say no after you just gave me the best orgasm of my life?" you said, leaning in to kiss him desperately again. sunghoon smirked before kissing you back, he lined himself up at your entrance.

he slid the tip of his cock inside, your eyes closed shut tightly. you knew tensing up wouldn't help so you decided to relax as much as you could as sunghoon bottomed inside you. "jeez, does your husband even fuck you..? you're so tight-" he groaned, slowly pulling out and pushing back in, starting off with the most gentle thrusts ever.

"no, no, h-he-" you wanted to defend your husband, but you also didn't. fuck, why defend him? you were about to get the best dick of your life. "he does nothing, fuck, I need you to do something!" you blurted out. sunghoon smirked, pulling out and slamming back into you.

you let out a loud, broken moan, your hands flying, trying to grip onto anything, your hands ended up grabbing his shirt, again. you were pulling it so hard, you were sure it was gonna rip at some point. sunghoon thrusted hard, and when I say hard, I mean hard. he was pleasing you so well.

his hands went down, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to him everytime he thrusted into you, making the pleasure for both of you even crazier. it all felt too good, it was so overwhelming, you never felt anything like this before. you were already so close to your second orgasm.

you couldn't even bother to tell sunghoon, you just released all over him, moaning so loud. you suddenly felt a sharp sting on your ass, causing a scream to rip out your throat. you felt tears building up in your eyes. "you should've told me you were close." the man said, fastening his thrusts even more.

this went on for so long, just because of that one orgasm you had unannounced, sunghoon fucked you so damn hard, spanking your ass often, literally, you had already came four times and sunghoon only came once. goodness, you weren't sure if you would be alive after this.

"please, sunghoon, no more, no- ah! no.. no mo- more~ I can't- please sto-stop-" you said between hiccups, but sunghoon ignored you. instead, he went even faster and also started rubbing your sensitive clit again. you cried out, the sudden pleasure mixed with pain so so overwhelming, you completely lost your mind as you moaned out; "please, d-dont stop!~" just a few seconds after telling him to stop.

sunghoon loved how he had made you dick dumb so easily. after a while of more begging, sunghoon finally came the second time and you came the fifth. sunghoon finally stopped, quickly pulling out from you and picking you up by your waist, placing you on the ground. you fell on your back, panting.

your legs still dangling in the water with sunghoon massaging your thighs, trying to calm you down from your high. "I can't- I can't feel my legs-" you stuttered out. sunghoon chuckled, getting out the water and sitting down besides you. "how was that? was it better than your husband?" he asked, wrapping a few strands of your hair around his fingers.

"best dick I've had."

later on, you passed out in your room and sunghoon cleaned up the pool again before he left, only to come back 2 weeks later when your husband called him, however, this time, your husband was home when the man was here.

you were laying down in the lounge chair, listening to music with your headphones, your husband laying down besides you, sleeping heavily in the shade of the umbrella when you suddenly felt someone on top of you. you opened your eyes to see sunghoon, smirking at you. your eyes widened as you immediately stopped the music.

"what are you doing?! rowoon is laying down right there-!" you whisper shouted at the man, causing him to frown. "not even a hello hi? damn, it's okay." he whispered back, playing with the straps of your swimsuit. "what do you mean by 'its okay'?!" you asked in a low voice.

"you just have to be quiet."

© kswlust | translations not allowed, plz don't plagiarize.

A/N : UHMMMM WHY AM I PROUD OF THIS HELLO... THIS IS SO OWAOWAOWAOWAOWA 🫣🫣🫣

[glorious-trans-humanism]

CW: light kidnapping, hero got roughed up a bit, just a like soupçon of suggestiveness at the end. It's all very light.

The shame coursing through the Villain had left him speechless. His mind was chaos, turning over what to say to his beloved, but nothing felt adequate. He wished that Hero would say something, berate him, beg for answers. Instead, he was just hunched over, not facing Villain, silent. Villain, himself, had fallen to his haunches the moment he had been dumped in the cell, weak with guilt.

“Hero,” Villain started, his voice so quiet that he had to clear his throat to get it to an audible level. “Hero, I’m so sorry. Words do not even describe how sorry I am. I thought...”

It didn't really matter what Villain had thought. Supervillain had promised Hero's safety, should Villain work for him on a machine. But Villain should've known the worth of Supervillain's promises -- once he had completed his work, he and Hero had been captured, with the implication of silencing both.

He was never going to forget the look of fear cross Hero’s face as he was forcibly restrained by henchmen, forced to his knees as his arms were bound tightly. Nor would Villain ever stop thinking about the hurt in Hero's eyes when he turned back to face Villain, on his back and under the boot of Supervillain, helpless and deceived. More than anything, he’d never forget the sick, victorious laugh as Supervillain realized that Hero was ripe for the taking, another means to hold control over Villain.

Now they were staring down the barrel of uncertain but doubtless unpleasant ends, and Villain couldn't even hold Hero before things truly turned.

If his boyfriend even wanted to ever be held by Villain again.

If their relationship could ever survive this.

There was a burning tightness in his throat that he forced himself to ignore. He didn't deserve pity, not even self-pity.

“I should have told you,” Villain said, instead of all of that. “I’m so sorry. I thought if I kept it a secret, then Supervillain wouldn’t have done anything, but I shouldn't have worked for him and I should have told you.”

There was, finally, a sound from the other side of the room! Granted, it was a noncommittal hum, but it was something.

“If you need space, or...” Villain swallowed down his agony at the thought, pressing on, “If...you need a break, that’s entirely--”

On the other side of two sets of bars, the Hero's shoulders drooped and his head tipped back; an annoyed sigh rang out through the otherwise empty holding area.

“Please,” Hero groaned, playful in spite of their sorry circumstances, “baby, the theatrics. I’m pissed, but not leaving you levels of pissed.” He still hadn’t faced the villain, instead hunching back over his lap. His voice was serious when he said, “I do wish you didn’t underestimate me, though.”

Villain let his head hang down, another wave of guilt washing over him. “I know, I’m so --”

“‘Sorry’, yes, I got that,” Hero finished, not unkindly and certainly not impatiently. He finally turned to look back at Villain. His left eye was swollen and purpling, which made Villain wince, but his smirk was as gloriously triumphant as though he was untouched. He raised his hand, revealing a makeshift key out of a sturdy wire, and winked his uninjured eye. “You can make it up to me later.”

Villain’s eyes widened in awe. “How did you...?”

“Oh, honey, you should know this one by now,” Hero stood in a slightly wobbling movement, fumbling around the barred door to reach the keyhole. “Card-carrying Goonion member, and all. Rule number one of underpaid henches: they never check the boots.” He shrugged as he unlocked the door, crossing to the Villain’s cell and twisting the key into a new shape. “The rest was just some light divination.”

The door clicked and rattled open, and Hero's hand proffered itself in front of Villain. The scientist, struck speechless with emotion, grasped his boyfriend’s hand tenderly, eagerly allowing himself to be pulled into his arms.

“I love you,” Villain breathed, reverent, staring at Hero.

With an exhale, his boyfriend’s expression had softened from its smug triumph. “And I you,” he said, gently. He kissed Villain with the same forgiving softness as his voice. “Now, the sooner we get out of here, the sooner you can make this evening up to me. I had some fun shower plans from before we got captured.”