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greywritesthings · 3 days ago

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Pretty girl

Bob Reynolds x F! reader

Genre - Smut

Warnings - slight miscommunication, avoidant reader, interrupted masturbation, SoftDom!Bob, Oral F receiving, PinV sex

A/N - no use of Y/N, first time writing a fic / smut in a long ass time so iv tried my best! Also not really proofread sorry!

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Bob Reynolds masterlist

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You had been stelthily avoiding Bob for a few days now, you had managed to avoid him at breakfast and dinner, gym sessions cancelled last second for totally urgent admin work and movie nights sidelined for specialised training with Yelena. You thought no one would notice. You believed that *he* wouldn't notice.

What an idiot you were.

Yelena and Buck caught on almost immediately, Ava quickly after, hell even Alexsi caught up to it eventually. But the first to notice was Bob.

Brown haired, wide-eyed, too adorable yet hot for his own good Bob. He caught on the second you didn't cuddle with him on the couch like you usually did for "family movie night," as Alexi forced on you all.

He figured you just needed space for some reason he couldn't think of, or maybe you were just having an off couple of days, but on day five, he was sick of it. He kept out of your way until the others went on a mission, leaving just you and him alone at the tower.

You were dreading being alone in the tower with Bob, this was like the start of every wide eyed blushing fantasy you had had about him since you had started living with the team, and the more you tried not to think about him, the more you thought about him and the hotter you felt just sitting in bed. You could help yourself out, of course, but you just wanted him to touch you, make you his, but you had given up hope of that a while ago. Now, it was just between you and the vibrator sitting in your bedside drawer.

You finally gave in to the urges after doing a whole half an hour of admin busywork that was actually Ava's instead of going to the gym to train with the same man you were imagining.

You were too caught up in the beginings of plesure to hear the knock at the door till its slowly opening, you throw the blankets over yourself and the vibrator back into your open drawer, entirely pink from head to toe as Bob stands awkward in your doorway.

"Ohmygod hi Bob sorry i was busy!" You rush out quickly trying to smooth over any suspicions that you could be up to any, personal time, instead of the admin you said you were doing, pulling the blanket up higher against you.

"You didnt sound like you were doing admin work so i thought id come see why you actually avoided me" Bob says across the room, still slouched in the doorway but his eyes rake over you, clearly seeing what you were trying to hide underneath the blanket.

"I was, um i was just about to start, i fell asleep so um yeah!" You stumble through a god awfull excuse as bob shuffles closer to you, closing the door behind him. Eventually hes standing right next to you, eyes boring into your very soul and it makes you gulp like a cartoon. The usual soft brown eyes you adore staring into are gone, lust filled ones overtake them and rake across your form hidden under the blanket, all usual anxietys are gone but not in the sentry way, just the confident Bob way, not a look usually seen.

"I know when your lying to me" he murmers as he leans closer to you, eyes locking onto yours. "Heard you say my name pretty girl" and those words make you tense up, eyes widening in shock as your mouth drops open slightly.

Then he moves, slow, giving you time to back away, and meets your lips, firmly pressung against you as his hand moves to cup your jaw, you moan slightly and he uses that to push his way into your mouth. After a few minutes he pulls away, your both breathless, lips swollen slightly "This okay?" He says as he moves to lean you both down against the bed, you nod snd press your forhead against his, letting him move you as he wants. This isnt a side of Bob you have really seen, taking the lead, dominant almost but still soft and still very much Bob.

Hes laying over you, keeping you in place as he wants with his one arm caging you in by your head and the other going to the hemline of your shirt, your only remaining clothing, and you nod again, letting him underneath the fabric.

His hand travels slow as he connects your mouths again, with a sense of possessiveness, like he was trying to own your mouth. His hand climbs high enough to reach your breast and he swirls his thumb across the bud, adding in a few pinches and twists before moving across to the other one.

When you both pull away again he wastes no time and heads down to your neck, sucking and biting wherever he went, finding a certain spot that made you gasp just a little bit more and focusing on that before moving on again. In that time youv managed to get your hands under his sweater, feeling ober every inch of him.

Soon enough hes asking to pull your shirt up off over your head and after a quick nod he nearly tears in the process "your gorgeous, pretty girl, my pretty girl" he mumbles quiet praises into your skin, leaving hickeys and bite marks anywhere he could find. You moan softly, raking your hands from his back to his hair and tugging.

He leans back to pull his sweater over his head, finally allowing you to actually see him and you nearly short circuited, you lay bare to him wide eyed and half stunned at him just shirtless. "You okay?" He asks softly, the same look he allways has for you drawn all over him as he leans back down to you.

"Never better" you respond with a small smile, pulling him back down for a kiss, raking your hand across his chest, the other into his hair.

With Bob back on top of you he grinds his hips down slightly, as if to test the waters, and you let out a small moan, pushing your own hips up to meet him. "Pretty girl, fuck, you drive me insane" Bob moans into the crook of your neck as one hand skirts lower, so close to where you need him but yet so far. "You wana pretty girl, hm? Want me to fuck you like you imagined?" He asks looking you in the eye, his hand even closer to your center now as you buck your hips up to try and gain some friction.

"Please Bob, fuck please baby fuck me, need you" you beg softly, nearly dripping with need, looking up at him just begging for him to touch you.

"Okay okay I'm gona I promise" Bob murmers as he moves himself lower against you, mouthing at your breasts and body as he went, leaving a trail of dark red and purple marks. The hand that was teasing you stops, instead his middle finger pushes against your slit, teasing from your enterance to your clit forcing a moan from you.

That hand keeps teasing you, going from your enterance to your clit, tapping on it at random forcing your hips up involuntarily untill you feel his warm breath against you and his hand pulls away as you whine. "I know honey, just desperate for me, cmere then" he asks quietly as he then pulls you down slightly to meet his mouth, tongue poking out to reach for your enterance and licking in with a moan from the pair of you.

"Fuck Bob oh my god" you moan loudly, hands reaching out for somthing to grab, one settling in Bobs hair the other the pillow next to you as he becomes incessant, licking messily at your entrance before moving up to your clit, sucking messily letting out soft moans as he does, thats when he decides to push a finger into your enterance, quickly adding another as you pull tighter on his hair, feeling your climax approaching. "Fuck baby oh my god, please" you moan loudly.

Bob adds another finger, curling them just right to hit that spongey spot inside you, "cum for me, go on pretty girl" he says, looking up at you adoringly as he continues pushing you to the edge.

Its when he presses another kiss to your clit that you finally tip over the edge, the feeling snapping inside you making you see white, you have no idea what words are leaving your mouth or if theyr even words at all. Bob slows down, letting you ride it out as he comes back up to your face.

Once you start twitching from overstimulation his hand leaves you, resting on your hip as he leans down to kiss you, messily. As you reach down to where his waist band is, attempting to push it down. He pulls away with a laugh "okay okay, you'll get what you need baby I promise." As he stands up, leaving you with a brush of cool air to take off the remainder of his clothes.

You whine, batting your eyelashes at him untill your very much distracted as he takes his boxers off, revealing his length to you for the first time, and as much as you had imagined what he would look like you didn't think he would be that impressive, long but girthy but not too much so it looked painfull, the angry red tip was leaking precum as Bob leans back down to you. "I know, I've got you, I've got you." He says, connecting your lips again as he settles himself between your legs, length running across your slit making you jerk slightly, still sensitive from your first orgasm.

"Please baby, please, need you inside me." You whine when all he seems to want to do is tease you, length dragging up and down your slit driving you half mad with want.

"Okay, alright, you've done so good for me, my good girl yeah?" Bob asks quietly, leaning down to your neck and sucking as he pushes inside your enterance slowly, both of you letting out moans as he does.

Once hes fully settled inside he gives you a few minutes before pulling himself up onto his elbows, looking down at how fucked out you look already. "Move, please baby, fuck me." You whine up to him, batting your eyes and hooking your legs over his waist.

And he does, slowly at first but he picks up the pace, thrusting in harder and faster, "fuck you feel so good pretty girl, all for me yeah?" He says as he presses as kiss to your forhead, trying not to break when you clench harder around him, close already after your first orgasm.

"All for you Bob, fuck im gona" your cut off as Bob reaches a hand between you both and starts rubbing circles against your clit making you cry out and clench even harder around him.

Between Bob licking and sucking againsts your breasts and neck, the hand against your clit and the feeling of being so full the tension snaps, stars burst behind your eyes as your back bows, pressing your chest to his as Bob leans up as peppers kisses all over your face, now letting up his speed but removing the hand from your oversensitive clit. "Good girl, good girl, thats it, you got one more for me yeah? Just one more, wana feel you cum around me again and ill give you what you want" he says as he ginds against you deeper than before.

Your whines and moans are incomprehensible, mixes of "yes", "please" and "fill me up baby" are all you can manage, he chuckles slightly and pulls out, slamming back in to your oversensitive hole.

Hes relentless in his pace, hand moving back to your clit and lips to yours, teeth and tounge clashing together in sheer desperation as you hurtle towards the edge together. "Come on, cum for me gorgeous, come on just one more." He says as he adds more pressure to your clit.

"Wana, wana for you please fuck, please" you dont even know what your begging for but he gives it too you anyway.

"I know, iv got you, iv got you, love you so much pretty, cum for me." He says, forhead pressed against yours as you bow against him, your climax ripping straight through you, triggering his own release with a low groan "fuck thats it, good girl good girl fuck."

He slows down, letting you ride out your orgasm, stopping when your no longer wildly clenching around him, not pulling out and just resting against you. "You okay baby?" He murmers forhead still pressed against yours as your eyes open again, a content smile on your lips as you nod slightly.

He pulls the both of you, dragging you ontop of him, still inside you, so he wont crush you under his weight "was that good for you?" He asks quietly, hand scratching lightly at the back of your neck as it allways does when you cuddle together, abliet not normally post sex.

You turn slightly and look up at him, reaching a hand up to his jaw, then his hair. "Better than I'd imagined about you." You reply, enjoying these soft moments before reality sets in properly.

"How about we shower then cuddle in my room? I'll change the sheets later hm?" Bob asks after a while, as he slides out of you, leaving you empty but quickly moving to sit up with you in his lap as you protest. "Shower then cuddles I promise pretty girl." He says with a chuckle as he carrys you across to the ensuite.

After the shower, where Bob mostly just made you stand there while he cleaned you, Bob dressed you in a pair of leggings and his sweater and carried you across to his room.

"I love you too," you whisper a while later, curled in Bobs embrace, some random TV show he liked playing quietly in the background. You feel Bob tense lightly underneath you and relax again, quietly pressing a kiss against the top of your head.

#greyswritings #bob reynolds smut #bob reynolds x reader #bob reynolds x you #bob reynolds #bob thunderbolts

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lucydixon · 2 days ago

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Erik x Rave Loving GF Headcanons

GIF by @sunnyie-eve

Summary: You meet Erik when you pass through the shop one day, looking to get your nose pierced before a rave, and wind up coming back for more. Slight NSFW For mentioning sex, but deffo not smut (Sorry you little freaks)

You and Erik would meet at the tattoo shop when you go to get your nose pierced. It’d be your first piercing, testing the waters before you go for all the other ones you’ve been wanting but never quite had the guts to get.

You’d be gearing up for some big festival and would be excitedly looking over all the jewelry in the case at the front counter, trying to think what would go best with your chosen outfit, when Erik laid eyes on you for the first time.

There would be a flash of something deep in his chest, too fleeting to place as his eyes raked over your body, then again when you locked eyes.

I think he’d falter slightly, dropping his unusual cocky saunter over for a half second before resuming it just as quick to greet you, doing all he could to even look a little bored.

He’d ask you, probably a little rudely, what you wanted, and you’d point at a glittery hoop and explain that you wanted your nose pierced. He’d tell you that you can’t get pierced and immediately put in jewelry like that, you’d have to put up with something plain, at least until it healed.

You might pout, and his heart might skip a beat at the sight of your bottom lip jutting out like that. He’d think about biting it. Instead, he’d wave you over to the piercing chair and ask you which side you wanted done. He’d look at you funny after hearing you say that you didn’t care and that he could pick. After a silent stare off, you’d animatedly explain that you wanted all these other piercings eventually and that you were planning on piercing both sides anyway, so it didn’t matter.

Maybe it’s the nerves while he’s prepping a clamp and needle to do your piercing, or maybe you just think that he’s cute, but you cannot, for the life of you, stop rambling. You’d tell him about how you’re going to this underground rave the following night and that you’d been up all night making beaded bracelets to trade.

Erik would just look at you with a raised brow, a little amused, and you’d apologize for being a total motor mouth, cheeks warming slightly.

He’d do the piercing, glancing up at your face every few seconds, and would probably rush the end of the interaction, a little freaked out by how much he enjoyed looking at you.

It wouldn't be the looking that would bug him, it would be the fact that he didn't just want to fuck you, that did his head in.

If you came back less than two weeks later, Erik would have to fight the urge to smile after thinking about you at least once a day since he'd last seen you. He’d settle for a smirk and remind you that you couldn’t change out the piercing yet, and you’d give him a little grin and remind him that you’d been clear that you wanted the other side done too.

Over the next few months, you’d show up every few weeks looking to get a new piercing, swapping out the plain silver jewelry for something fun once the previous ones healed, and chatting with your favourite piercer. Every time, the two of you started growing more and more restless between appointments, and when you were in the same room, you were all fleeting glances and lingering touches.

Every time you changed one out, Erik would offer to do it, grumbling under his breath that you were gonna fuck up his work if you did it with those long ass nails of yours and you’d let him because you’d take just about any excuse for him to touch your bare skin.

When you eventually get your ears and nose decorated to your taste, you’d move onto your belly button, and you'd be pretty sure your heart was beating loud enough for him to hear over your shaky breathing.

His forearm would be resting along the bottom of your stomach as he sat hunched over you, mapping out where he was going to spear the skin. It was far from a professional position to be piercing in, but the two of you would have grown close enough that the professionalism had long since left the building. Erik would take any excuse to feel your body pressed up against any part of him.

Even after he’d pierced your belly button, his hands lingered, fingers dragging along your skin while he looked up at you heatedly.

You’d tell him in a breathy voice that your friend had bailed on you and that you had an extra invite for a rave that evening.

“Do I look like I would want to go to a rave?” He’d scoff, but there’d be something playful in his gaze. “Not my scene, princess.”

“What?” You’d gasp in mock offence. “You don’t want to get high and make out with me in an abandoned train yard?”

“Oh?” He’d raise a brow, looking amused, “I get to make out with you?”

You’d nod, bottom lip trapped between your lips, unable to help the way you were slowly leaning into him.

“What else are you gonna let me do? Huh?” He’d feel the same pull, smirking at you.

“I think I’d let you do anything you wanted to me, Erik,” you’d mutter, finding it increasingly hard to focus your gaze on anything other than his lips.

“What if I don't wanna wait till tonight?”

Before either of you could fully process what was happening, your lips would collide in a brutal, desperate display. You wouldn't be sure if you’d launched yourself out of the piercing chair or if he’d yanked you off of it. Either way, you'd find yourself straddling him on his little rolling stool, and the two of you would almost tumble onto the floor. At no point would you break the kiss. It would be heated, full of passion, and months' worth of tension bubbling up to the surface.

He’d lay a claim to you on the piercing chair, and you’d ride him into next month, careful to avoid your fresh piercing.

The two of you probably wouldn’t make it to the rave, but sooner than later, you’d manage to drag him to one while he bitches and moans about how shitty EDM music is, but then you’d catch him with a few songs from one of the sets in his shower playlist a week later and tease him relentlessly.

Erik would absolutely give you free tattoos and piercings and would have you pay him in other ways.

He’d have an especially nice time giving you a tramp stamp after hours or maybe even at home in your bed, draped over your legs and resting his chin on your ass while he worked.

He’d clean your piercings for you and help change the jewelry. Erik would be shockingly gentle about it and dab at them with saline and paper towels while you rested your head in his lap.

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#Erik Campbell #Final destination Bloodlines #Final Destination 6 #FD Bloodlines #Erik Campbell Headcanons #Erik Campbell x reader #richard harmon

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baisemains · 1 day ago

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Elements of Desire

Chapter 10: In the Air

single mom!sevika x fem!reader

word count: 8k

contains: fluff, angst, slight mentions of past trauma, descriptions of an anxiety attack, hurt/comfort, mentions of medication

description: competition weekend has finally arrived, but the first day is already riddled with a series of uneasy experiences and unwelcome surprises.

ao3 link | spotify playlist

previous // sevika masterlist

Two months have flown by in the blink of an eye, and before you know it, it's the morning you're set to leave for the competition site. You woke up feeling well rested for once, but the nervous excitement that's been building up the last several weeks suddenly hit you like a ton of bricks. Your stomach is now churning with anticipation, butterflies and anxiety warring in the pit of your gut. Shaking your head, you remind yourself that Powder and you have done everything you can to prepare, and she’s going to do the best job she can. Thinking of the girl also brings thoughts of her mom and how the other woman is feeling.

Sevika never took you up on your offer to help her pay for the hotel and plane tickets because, unbeknownst to you, she borrowed the money from Vander instead. She'd never been one to easily accept assistance, even if it was from someone that she trusted. Her prideful tendencies have worked against her in the past, her stubbornness often leading to more headaches than it was worth. She felt that same stubborn pride in this situation, not wanting you to give her what she felt was a handout, even if she was going to pay it back. Vander didn't question it when she approached him about the situation, knowing that if Sevika was asking for help, she really needed it.

When you hear the knock on your front door, you rush to open it before your roommates can, wanting to avoid their teasing this early in the morning. Sevika stands on the other side, dressed casually with her hands in the pockets of her worn blue jeans. You can see that her hair is still damp from her shower and she looks as gorgeous as ever, tired eyes brightening the moment she catches sight of you. As she takes you in, her eyes rake over your form, gaze traveling south to the bag by your feet before it drags back up to your face accompanied by a shy smile.

"Morning."

Returning her grin tenfold, you close the distance and wrap your arms around her waist in a tight embrace, letting her warmth seep into your bones. You hear a content hum above you before strong limbs wrap around your neck, eventually pulling away and leaving you to stare into expressive grey eyes. Sevika's hands slide to the sides of your neck, her thumbs rubbing gentle circles under your jaw in an affectionate manner.

“Sorry we’re a little late, I was…having a hard time saying bye to Isha before we left.”

Your eyes take in the way the other woman’s hold a sad appearance to them, rubbing her back gently as she explains.

“I’ve never spent more than a night apart from her, and that’s only when the girls sleep over Vander and Silco’s across town. I almost brought her to drop us off, but I don’t know if I would’ve been able to leave if I did.”

“That makes sense,” you whisper, seeing how affected Sevika is by having to leave her youngest behind. You already knew how amazing of a mom she was, but the more she drops her guard around you, the more you can feel yourself falling for her.

“Anyways,” the older woman clears her throat, slightly embarrassed at how vulnerable she just was, "You all set to go?"

Nodding once, you grab your carry-on and backpack and drag them over the threshold, turning back to lock the front door before following Sevika to the truck parked along the curb.

“Powder would’ve come down to grab you too, but she knocked out as soon as we left the house.”

A slight pout settles on your lips when you think about how exhausted the girl must be. Once you're close enough to see the shape sitting in the driver's seat, the passenger window rolls down to reveal none other than Vander. He quickly looks you both up and down before giving you a subtle wink.

"Well, don't you two look cozy this morning."

Warmth begins to spread onto your cheeks as you gear up a reply, ignoring the knowing glance he sends your way.

"Good to see you again, Vander. Sorry I've been too busy for poker night, I've really missed making easy money."

The man guffaws before hopping out and rounding the truck to help you with your luggage, hoisting it up and gently placing it in the bed.

"When you all get back from your trip, we're going to have to find a night for a rematch. Silco hasn't let me live it down since."

"Yeah, and I'm sure you let him know just how annoying that was."

Sevika's tone is dry and she rolls her eyes when he shoots her a cheeky grin, and you can see the subtle banter for what it is; a sign of familiarity and affection. She opens the back door for you to slide into, feeling the tingles spread up her arm when you gently brush her hand over hers.

The other woman snickers to herself as she climbs up into her seat, listening to the two of you continue to go back and forth with a slight shake of her head. She can't keep the warm smile off of her face though, the sight of your friendly relationship with one of her oldest buddies making her heart do back flips. Sevika cracks a window as you all begin your journey to the airport, spring leading towards summer and bathing the car with a comfortable breeze.

An hour later, the group of you arrive, Vander pulling into the drop off lane and causing Powder to finally wake up.

Rubbing her eyes, she mumbles, “Where are we?”

"Airport, sleepyhead."

Vander glances back at the teenager in the back seat, amused as she slowly shakes off the grogginess and focuses on her surroundings, confusion still clouding her expression as she processes where they are.

"Why are we..."

Powder's question dies on her lips as she finally turns around and sees you, the events of the morning suddenly clicking in her sleep-addled mind. Her drowsy expression is quickly replaced by excitement as her head perks up, wrapping you in a tight hug and squealing into your ear.

Sevika's lips twitch into a half smirk and she shakes her head, amused by her daughter's enthusiasm. "Easy, Powder. No need to bust any eardrums."

Powder's grip on you tightens briefly before she reluctantly peels herself off, sitting back in her seat. "Oops, sorry."

"It's alright, kiddo. I'm happy someone's excited about getting on a plane." Sevika reaches over and tousles her hair affectionately, earning a huff and a whine as the girl tries to fix her locks into an acceptable manner. Hopping down from the front seat, Sevika opens the back door to let you and Powder out while Vander begins grabbing the luggage from the back.

It doesn't take long for the group of you to make it inside, and the sound of hundreds of conversations fills the air, the noise of people chatting mixing with the overhead announcements. Powder’s eyes are wide as she takes in the busy environment, her neck craning in all directions as she tries to observe everything all at once. Sevika places a steadying hand on her back in an attempt to keep her from wandering off.

"Well, I should leave you all here, don't want to get a ticket for leaving the truck by itself," Vander announces.

"Probably a good idea."

Sevika nods her head in agreement, amused by Powder's awed expression as she looks around.

"We'll text you when we land. Thank you again for the ride."

Sevika gives Vander a firm hug, the both of them separating after a moment to mirror a rigid nod of their heads before stepping back. Powder throws her arms around the man next, telling him she'll send every update about the competition she can. When they pull apart, Vander pulls you into an unexpected embrace, slightly lifting you off of the ground, causing you to let out a surprised squeak. You hear Sevika call out "Vander, be careful!" behind you before he gently places you back on the ground, laughing at your reaction.

"What can I say? I like to keep people on their toes."

Winking in a playful manner, he claps a hand on your shoulder before looking at Sevika. A silent conversation transpires between them as each of them assess the other's expression. Whatever is communicated must leave them satisfied, because after a split second, he pats her on the arm and sends her a small smile. "Keep an eye out for trouble, yeah?"

Sevika's lips quirk up into a smirk, a familiar look crossing her face. "I always do. You watch yourself."

Vander huffs a laugh at the sight of it, giving her a lazy salute before turning away to head back towards his truck with one last wave. Sevika stares after him until he reaches the door before spinning around to you and Powder, her smile softening.

"Let's do this, then."

The three of you make your way to the security line, breezing through as you all brought carry-ons to make the process easier. Once on the other side, you quickly find your gate and settle into the first empty seats you find. Powder plops onto one of the waiting chairs, letting out a sigh of relief as she pops in her earbuds and pulls her phone out to start playing a game. You take your seat next to her, and Sevika takes the space to your right, her leg pressed against yours as you all get comfortable.

"Did you eat breakfast?" Sevika questions, loud enough for only you to hear.

Looking up after taking your phone out to look at the time, you shake your head. "No, not yet. I didn't want to get up any earlier than I had to."

Sevika hums sympathetically and reaches into her bag, pulling out a package of small muffins. "Well, you should probably eat something then. I don't want to deal with you fainting halfway there."

You can't help but let out a snort at the comment, even more amused by the fact that she's already so aware of your habits. "You're one to talk, you act like you run on coffee and pure adrenaline half the time."

"Touché."

She smirks and bumps her shoulder into yours in retaliation as you open up the muffin. A comfortable silence sets over the group as everyone gets lost into their own thoughts; the only noise coming from the occasional announcement and Powder sighing. You're snapped out of your daze when Sevika shifts next to you, her shoulder and leg pressing more firmly against your own. You look over at her curiously, only to see a slightly nervous expression adorning her features as she eyes Powder. The younger girl is oblivious to the looks, still intently focused on her game, and it piques your curiosity even more when Sevika leans closer.

"Hey, um, have you," the other woman takes a deep breath before continuing, making you a bit nervous, "ever been on a plane before?"

Your eyebrows raise as you process her words, taken aback by the random question. "Yeah, a few times." Your mind swirls with curiosity, wondering what the woman is leading up to. "Have you?"

"Never." She responds simply, fidgeting with something in her pocket. Your intrigue heightens as she looks away, now nervous and on edge. You watch the way her eyes flick back to Powder, the teenager completely oblivious to the conversation taking place right next to her as she continues to focus on her phone. She looks like she wants to say something else but is hesitating.

"Neither of us have, and I know Powder is excited about it, but to be honest, just the thought terrifies me. I keep thinking about the fact that we could just fall out of the sky."

Suddenly, understanding clicks in your mind and you can't help but reach out and touch the hand in her lap, the action causing Sevika to finally look you in the face. You give her palm a reassuring squeeze, trying to convey an air of comfort. "The chances of that happening are so incredibly rare, we're going to be okay."

The older woman tries nodding her head but the bouncing of her leg gives her away. "I know, I just–", she clears her throat in an attempt to stabilize her voice, "If something happened to me, the girls, they– they shouldn't have to go through that again."

The sight of her so vulnerable and uncertain causes your heart to clench, a flood of protectiveness washing over you. You scoot closer and gently tug on one of her wrists until your hands intertwine. "Hey," you start softly, waiting for her to look at you before continuing, "nothing is going to happen to you. Or Powder. We're going to get there just fine, I promise."

Before you can ask her what she meant by 'again', your group is called to begin boarding and Sevika pops up from her seat, nervously at attention. She grabs her bags and taps Powder on the shoulder, gesturing her head towards the ticket counter to start moving.

You make your way forward as the line in front of you moves slowly, stealing furtive glances at Sevika every so often. There's a stiffness to her shoulders that betrays her calm facade, and you can see her hands clenching and unclenching as she walks. Powder, for the most part, remains oblivious to her mother's uneasiness, her attention completely absorbed by the planes on the tarmac and blissfully ignoring the world around her.

After what feels like forever, you reach the front of the line and the person checking tickets scans all three with no issue, sending you down the tunnel towards the plane. Sevika's doing a good job of concealing her anxiety, but because you know what to look for, you keep an eye on her the entire walk down.

You can see the tension in her steps, her shoulders still held taut, and her grip on the handle of her carry on tight. Her gaze darts about, observing the people around her with hyper focus, and it's starting to set you on edge. You want to reach out to her again, try to ease some of the tension, but the bustle of the crowd makes you hesitant to attract any further attention.

Powder, on the other hand, is still completely unaware, eyes wide with excitement as she takes in the whole environment. She looks like an over excited puppy, her head moving back and forth so fast you think you get whiplash just by watching her. You can at least take comfort in the fact that she doesn't seem to be picking up on the anxiousness radiating off of her mother.

When you finally board the plane, you're all seated together as Sevika paid to have the spots next to you, fearing this exact scenario would happen. Powder takes the window seat, wanting to see everything she can, which leaves you sandwiched between her and Sevika next to the aisle. The older woman drops her backpack under the chair and puts her carry-on in the overhead compartment before grabbing yours and Powder's and sliding them next to hers.

Rolling her shoulders, she settles into her seat and tries to get comfortable. You watch as her jaw tenses and her leg starts bouncing again, eyes darting out all around the plane as if watching for threats. Once everyone is boarded, the captain begins speaking overhead, going through the safety protocols and what to do in the event of an emergency. This only causes Sevika's anxiety to spike, leaning her head back against the seat and taking deep breaths as she closes her eyes.

She's doing an almost convincing job pretending she's fine, but you can see through it, her leg bouncing even faster now and her fingers tapping out a rapid rhythm in her lap. You can see a muscle in her jaw clenching and unclenching, trying to will herself to remain steady and collected. You wish you could do something, anything to help her, but until the plane takes off, your options are limited.

As the plane jolts into motion and begins rumbling, you slide your hand into hers and whisper for her to squeeze as much as she needs. She startles slightly at the contact but responds immediately, lacing your fingers together with hers tightly. Her grip is almost bruising but you don't pull away, trying to show that you're not going to let go. As the plane moves down the tarmac to take off, she takes a shuddering breath, the anxiety in her spiking immensely.

Leaning in close so only she can hear, you begin to whisper words of encouragement in hopes it will help. "Hey, focus on the sound of my voice, okay? Everything is going to be okay, I'm right here with you, I'll be here the whole time."

Her breathing gradually slows, eyes still screwed shut as she tries to concentrate on your words. Her hand is still clamped around yours like a vice, your fingers beginning to tingle from the lack of circulation.

"Keep talking, please."

You nod even though she can't see you and keep whispering reassurances, continuing to rub soothing circles into her hand. "You're okay, you're gonna get through this. We're all gonna be fine, I swear, nothing is going to happen to us. Just keep taking some deep breaths, okay? I'll even do it with you. Ready?"

You place your free hand on her forearm gently in hopes of grounding her to you.

"Inhale, one, two, three," you hold your breath as Sevika does what you tell her, "Exhale, one, two, three." Repeating the process as the plane pulls up and climbs higher and higher into the sky, Sevika's grip doesn't waver but you see the crease between her brows lessen bit by bit.

When the aircraft reaches a safe height, the pilot announces to the plane that passengers may begin to roam around the cabin, to which Sevika immediately unbuckles herself and quickly stands up.

"Be right back."

You nod, watching as she disappears into the small bathroom a few rows behind you and hoping you were able to help her even a little bit. In her absence, Powder turns to look at you, a curious yet concerned expression on her face.

"Is she okay?"

"Yeah, I think she just needed to use the bathroom, she should be back soon."

Powder accepts your explanation with a small smile, plugging her earbuds back in and taking photos out of the window.

After a few minutes, you realize Sevika still hasn't returned, so you turn around to look down the aisle and see if you can catch a glimpse of her. There's no sign of the woman, and with a slight sense of unease, you make a split second decision, gently touching Powder on the shoulder.

"Hey, I'm gonna go check on your mom, okay? You stay here and I'll be right back."

After the girl gives you a quick thumbs up before going back to her phone, you get up from your seat and make your way to the bathroom, gently knocking on the door and softly calling, "Sevika? It's me, can I come in?"

After a beat of silence, you hear her voice respond, sounding much weaker than usual, and then a click of the lock.

"Yeah."

When you push the door open and walk inside, you find her with her back to you. She's bracing against the sink with her head hanging low, hair hiding her face from view and shoulders tensed.

Being careful to approach the subject, you close the door behind you and make sure not to touch her before you ask, "How are you feeling?"

A wry laugh escapes her lips, and you wince at the sound.

"Tired, honestly. Freaked out. But mostly embarrassed."

You shake your head, stepping closer and standing directly next to her, not saying anything and just letting her speak.

"I know it's ridiculous. I just didn’t expect it to be so…intense."

Sevika finally turns to face you, leaning back against the sink, and you're suddenly struck by how tired and worn down she looks.

That finally gets you to speak up.

"Hey, it's not ridiculous. I'm not going to pry, but this seemed like something else, not a regular fear of flying. Are you going to be okay the rest of the flight? I might have some Benadryl you can take to sleep through it."

Sevika shakes her head, not wanting to cause you any more trouble. "No, no, that's– you've done enough, thank you. I..." She trails off before locking eyes with you, her glossy ones staring into your concerned ones. "Can you just…hold me? For a bit?"

Your expression softens at the request, the desire to help the woman outweighing any other thought in your mind. "Yeah, of course."

Slowly reaching out and wrapping your arms around her neck, you pull her tightly against your chest and rest your chin atop her head, feeling the subtle tremors shaking her body.

"I'm here, I've got you."

Her arms wrap around your midsection, hands bunching the fabric of your shirt as she takes deep breaths, inhaling your scent and letting it soothe her nerves.

A few minutes later, Sevika leans back and looks up at you with an expression like you hung the moon in the sky. You reach out to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear affectionately, the tender moment causing your heart to skip a beat when she leans her head into the touch.

"Feeling better?"

She gives you a small smile before nodding, the grip on your shirt slackening as she straightens up. "Yeah. I think so."

"Good."

You barely take half a step back before she's pulling you back to her for what you assume is another hug, before feeling a pair of unbelievably soft lips cover your own. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, breathing into the minimal space between you as your mouths slide together in a gentle dance.

The kiss is chaste and sweet, lasting for only a few seconds before breaking apart, a small gasp falling from both of your lips as you look at one another. Sevika's arms remain around your waist, not willing to let go just yet, and her eyes search your face almost reverently, like you're the only thing anchoring her to Earth.

"Thank you. For everything, I...don't think I could've gotten through this without you, honestly."

You pull her closer with a soft smile, gently rubbing your nose against hers.

"I'd do it again if I had to." There's no hesitation in your voice, and you mean every word. "Now, c'mon, Powder's gonna start to worry if we're gone any longer."

Sevika rolls her eyes with a hint of fondness, giving your waist a squeeze before finally relinquishing her grip.

"She’s probably too into her game to realize how long it’s been."

"Yeah, you're right."

You move back and make sure you look presentable before unlocking the door and leading the way back into the aisle. Sevika falls in line beside you, and even if her steps are still a bit unsteady, she looks infinitely better than her state just minutes before.

When you reach your seats, you notice that Powder never even looked up from her phone and you can't help but shake your head fondly and suppress a small laugh. Sevika catches your gaze and quirks an eyebrow, looking almost like her old self as she murmurs, "See? Told you she wouldn't notice."

As the two of you settle in, Sevika silently slips her hand into yours before leaning her head back against the seat and letting her eyes droop shut, exhaustion finally getting the best of her. Not wanting to do anything that could possibly disturb her, you settle into your seat and watch as her breathing eventually evens out, the lines of tension on her face finally smoothing out as she relaxes in her sleep. You gently brush her knuckles with your thumb as the faint sound of the engines continues and the aircraft rumbles on, time slipping by and bringing you ever closer to your destination.

Minutes begin to pass, and you can't help but start feeling sleepy yourself. The stress of the day begins to catch up to you and the steady movement of the plane combined with the warm, comfortable feeling of Sevika's hand in yours makes it almost impossible to keep your eyes open. Before you can stop yourself, you find your head tipping to the side and resting on the other woman's shoulder, her warmth against your face and the rhythmic rise and fall of her breaths lulling you into the most peaceful rest you've had in ages.

A while later, you slowly begin to stir, shifting against the seat and subconsciously clinging to the fingers still in your grasp. Your eyes flutter open, bleary with sleep, and it takes you a few seconds to realize that your head is still on Sevika's shoulder, the two of you still holding hands. When the captain begins telling the plane that you'll all be at your destination soon, you perk up and start stretching before sitting back against your headrest.

The familiar rumble of engines almost lulls you back into a nap, but you feel the shoulder under your head move and look up to find Sevika watching you with a small smirk.

"You're actually pretty cute when you sleep, you know that?"

Heat immediately rushes to your face, and you pull yourself upright with a huff, trying to save some of your pride.

"And how long were you watching me, creep?"

She lets out a soft, short laugh, her eyes glimmering with slight mischief. "Not long, I promise."

You eye her skeptically and she relents after a few beats, holding her hands up innocently. "Maybe a few minutes."

A minute shake of your head and a quiet hmph is the only response you give Sevika, opting instead to check your phone and see if you have any service yet.

She doesn't say anything else, leaning back in her seat, silently amused by your reaction as a small smile graces her features. You can feel her gaze occasionally flick over to you, but every time you look at her with a quirked brow, Sevika quickly averts her eyes.

Your phone suddenly makes a familiar sound when it finally connects, and you see several notifications pop up on your screen. Seeing emails from the organization about check in, you begin to go through them, ignoring everything else until you feel the plane begin to descend and Sevika's hand shoots out to engulf yours.

Looking up at her, she's giving you a small smile, a silent plea for reassurance, and you immediately give her your full attention, covering her hand with your second one, rubbing over her knuckles with a soothing touch. She does much better during the landing, only squeezing your hand painfully once when the plane bounces as the wheels touch down.

Once you all pull up to the gate, she sighs deeply, finally accepting that the most anxiety inducing part of this journey is over. You turn to your side to gently wake Powder up, laughing to yourself that the girl has managed to fall asleep during her first plane ride ever. Once she jolts awake, you tell her to relax and inform her of the process of de-boarding, knowing it'll be a bit before you're allowed to stand up and grab your luggage.

Your turn arrives a few minutes later, Sevika shooting up and grabbing all three carry-ons from overhead and passing them to you. She quickly leads the three of you off of the plane, telling the flight crew thank you as she practically sprints down the tunnel to the main waiting area. You all step in the direction of the escalator and make your way towards the pick up area of the airport, Powder skipping next to you as she chatters away excitedly about the experience. Sevika lags behind a bit, but you can see the way her shoulders slowly relax once she's on solid, unmoving ground again.

Looking out for the shuttle the competition has allotted for participants, it doesn't take long to spot the vehicle amidst the taxis and regular cars, the sign on the outside displaying the event name clearly enough to see. You all approach and get settled in, Powder immediately taking a seat by the window, her enthusiasm contagious as she presses her face to the glass. Sevika sits down next to her, giving you another smile, this one brighter than the others since she now feels much more comfortable than earlier.

A couple more families board in the next few minutes, Powder eyeing the children warily before you introduce yourself and your group, not wanting there to be any awkward tension during the drive. On the journey there, conversation flows a bit more easily, Sevika joining occasionally, not wanting to seem standoffish to the other parents.

Once you reach your destination, everyone exits the vehicle in awe, the sheer size of the hotel capturing everyone's attention. Leading the other woman and teenager to the lobby, you begin to check in first, Sevika getting waved over to another employee. After you're both given your room numbers and keys, you all walk over to the elevator and enter the metal box, excitement beginning to brew in your stomachs.

"What room are you guys in?" You question, peeping over Sevika's shoulder at the fancy card sleeve in her hand.

"303?"

"Oh, I'm in 305! Just down the hall, what a coincidence."

"Seems like we got lucky."

You grin at the woman and turn to Powder, who's currently bouncing on her toes at the thought of finally getting to see the inside of the their room.

"You ready to see your digs for the weekend?"

Powder nods and practically bounces in place, her energy reaching a whole new level. You giggle at the teenager, her energy is so infectious that it momentarily distracts you from your nerves. The elevator finally dings on the third floor and you step out, following the signs on the wall until eventually reaching the section of your rooms. Sevika gets her own key out and unlocks her door, pushing it open to reveal an elegant looking room, complete with a large queen bed, a desk in the corner, a small kitchen, and a gorgeous bathroom.

The woman is slack-jawed as she takes in her new surroundings, suddenly glad she decided to book this hotel instead of one of the further, cheaper ones. Powder immediately takes off towards the bed, jumping up to land on the soft sheets before Sevika catches her mid air and sets her back down on the floor.

"Plane clothes, Pow, ugh. Shower first, then you can lay on it."

The girl giggles before nodding at her mom.

"Oh yeah, forgot about that."

She takes her carry on to the corner of the room before laying it down and popping it open, grabbing her toiletries and a change of clothes and heading to the bathroom. Once the door is locked and you hear the water turn on, Sevika turns to you and begins slowly making her way over, grabbing your hand with both of hers and lazily playing with it.

You lean against the wall and watch her with a curious smile, the sight of her being so relaxed putting you at ease. She looks into your eyes with that same fond look from the plane, leaning in until her body pins you to the wall gently.

"I have a question," she says softly, placing a hand on your hip.

Your heart skips slightly at the contact and you arch a brow, giving her your full attention. "Shoot."

She pauses, looking you over again as if to make sure it's okay to say what comes next. You hold her gaze, silently reassuring her.

"I know we're here for the competition, but..." Sevika continues, her thumb now rubbing over the fabric of your shirt. "You're gonna have some free time, right?"

Cocking your head slightly, your eyes rake over Sevika’s face before you respond. "Free time how? Like, to spend with you?"

"Yeah," she breathes, her hand on your hip tightening just a bit as she presses just a few millimeters closer. "I know you're going to be busy most of the time but..." She trails off, the nerves she felt earlier returning as she struggles to find her words.

"I don't know, it was just something on my mind," she shrugs, searching your eyes for even an ounce of rejection.

You have to suppress the urge to squeal, the vulnerable look in her eye pulling at your heart strings. "Yeah, I can definitely carve out some space in my schedule for you."

The tension drains from Sevika’s body almost instantly, something that seems to be a constant pattern between the two of you. She lets out a small huff of a laugh and rolls her eyes, trying to cover up the amount of relief she's feeling.

"You don't have to sound so excited." There's a teasing grin on her face, letting you know she's kidding.

You laugh in return and now roll your eyes, pretending to be affronted.

"You're right, how silly of me," you say, the sarcasm oozing from your voice, "Who wouldn't want to spend all their free time with the biggest grump in the world?"

She lets out a gasp, mock-affronted. "Hey, I am not grumpy!" The other woman’s hand shoots out to pinch your side in retaliation.

You laugh at the action, smacking her hand away playfully.

"You so are, always so broody," you tease, lightly pinching her bicep in return.

"I'm not broody," she retorts, "I'm just...introspective." You snort and squint your eyes, the sound causing her to huff and reach out to pinch you again. Quickly evading the attack, you catch her hand and pin it against her side to keep from any more surprise assaults. This puts her in close proximity again, and you can see the way her gaze locks onto your mouth for a fraction of a second before her eyes snap back up to yours.

There's a beat of silence, the two of you standing close enough to feel each other's breath. Sevika opens her mouth like she's getting ready to say something, but before she gets the chance, the sound of the shower turning off reaches your ears and Sevika takes a half step back, clearing her throat awkwardly.

"Guess Powder's done."

You pull back your own hand reluctantly, missing the feeling of her skin immediately. "Yeah, guess so," you say, trying to sound casual and hoping your voice doesn't give away how affected you are.

Standing up straight, you pull your phone out to check the time, seeing that there's a couple of hours before the first event. "The welcome banquet starts at five, so I should head to my room and unpack first."

The disappointment is obvious on her face, even if only for a moment, but she tries to cover it up by putting on a nonchalant expression and nodding.

"Yeah, right," she pauses, almost as if she was about to say something else, but just takes a deep breath instead. "I guess...I'll see you at dinner, then," she says, giving you a half smile.

You match her expression before hesitating a moment, opting to go with your first instinct and lean in for a quick kiss. Her mouth immediately relaxes beneath yours and she leans forward into it, wanting the contact as much as you do. When you finally pull back, her eyes are shut and it takes a few seconds before she opens them slowly, breathing slightly more labored than usual. Her lips form a small grin and she nudges her nose against yours briefly, making contact one last time before fully pulling away.

"Get out of here before you get me in trouble."

Biting your tongue at her remark, you shake your head with a quick laugh and slip out from under her, grabbing your carry-on and heading to the door.

"I'll come get you two a little bit early so we can all walk down together, okay?"

Sevika gives a small nod in affirmation, running a hand through her hair. "Yeah, sounds like a plan." She looks like she's itching to pull you back into her space, but manages to refrain herself, shoving her hands into her pockets to keep from doing so.

You linger for a few more moments, savoring the sight of the other woman before reluctantly tearing your eyes away and exiting the room. She watches you the whole time, shutting the door once you fully exit into the hallway. You walk the rest of the way to your own room in a daze, a little thrill of anticipation going up your spine at the thought of the night to come.

After a shower of your own, you unpack a bit and set aside your outfit for the evening. The dress code for dinner was cocktail attire, and though you didn't own anything exactly fitting for that, you managed to scrounge together something acceptable from your closet. Doing one last check in the full length mirror by the door, you deem the look worthy and head out into the hallway.

Making your way to Sevika's room, you lift your hand to the wooden door and give it a few raps. It swings open a few moments later to reveal the other woman, her gaze sweeping over you and eyes noticeably widening. Her hair is freshly combed and she's changed into a white dress shirt tucked into slim fitting navy slacks, the first two buttons of her top undone to show off the supple skin of her neck and collarbones.

"Hey." she says, her eyes still trailing over your figure, "You look...really good."

You can't help the warmth that immediately rises to your cheeks at the compliment, her gaze causing a bit of heat to begin blooming in your stomach.

"Thanks," you manage to reply, your eyes roaming over her form as well, the tight shirt clinging to her figure and showing off her physique perfectly. "You don't look so bad yourself."

"Get a room already!" a voice suddenly yells from the back of the room.

Peering past Sevika, you see Powder sitting on the bed laughing to herself while looking at her phone. Before Sevika manages to scold her, she flips the device around and you can faintly make out a tuft of red hair on the screen. "Vi says hi, by the way."

You can't hold back a laugh at that, amused by Powder's antics. "Hi Vi," you reply back with a grin.

Sevika just rolls her eyes and shakes her head at her middle child. "Don't make me take your phone."

That quiets Powder right away, telling Vi they've got to leave and that she'll call her later. Locking the phone and putting it in her purse, she hops off the bed and makes her way over to the pair of you. Sevika looks over at her daughter as she approaches, giving her an amused look.

"Ready to go?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

Powder nods, slinging her small bag over her shoulder. "Yeah, I'm starving."

"Well, then what are we waiting for?"

Grabbing her matching navy suit jacket from beside her and slipping it on, Sevika steps out of the way for Powder to walk through, shooting you a small wink when the girl isn’t looking.

Once in the hallway, she falls in step beside you, shoulders squared and looking every bit as confident as you've ever seen her. Knowing how important it is to make a good impression on the committee members, and even the other parents, she's determined to put her best self forward. Entering the elevator to head to the lobby, all you can think about is how lucky you are to know such an amazing woman.

As the seconds tick by, there's just the faintest hint of nerves in the other woman's stance, fingers lightly drumming against her thigh. You discreetly brush your pinkie against hers, hoping the small gesture will give her some reassurance, and you softly bite your bottom lip when she intertwines it with her own.

Soon after, the elevator dings, signaling you've reached the lobby. You step out and head towards the banquet hall, hearing the soft sounds of conversation and the clink of glasses coming from the large room. There are quite a few people from other districts already gathering, all dressed appropriately and beginning to mingle. Sevika's stride slows slightly as she takes in the scene, her eyes sweeping over the room in a way that can only be interpreted as calculating.

There are easily a hundred people already in the room, undoubtedly not everyone who will be attending. When you see the way the other woman is observing the crowd, you lean in to tell her and Powder, "Let's go find our table, yeah?"

Quickly checking the email on your phone, you see the number you've been assigned and head in that direction. Coming upon the right one, you begin to set your things down, looking around the room for the rest of your party. Finding who you're looking for a few seconds later, a bright smile blooms on your face as you walk towards the approaching trio.

"You guys made it!"

Ekko matches your grin before engulfing you in a bone crushing hug. After the boy releases you, you greet his parents with less intense embraces as he notices that Powder and Sevika are also standing there.

"Um, hi Powder."

The two teenagers stare at each other before deciding to share a brief hug, awkwardly shuffling on their feet before Sevika reaches a hand out in Ekko's direction.

"It's good to finally meet you, Ekko. I’m Sevika, Powder’s mom."

He takes the woman's hand in a firm grip, giving it a sturdy shake.

"Likewise ma'am," he says with a confident smile, releasing her hand before standing up straight.

Powder's entire demeanor is a stark comparison to Ekko's, her entire body language shy and reserved. Ekko seems to pick up on this right away, his own smile turning into a kind, almost protective one.

His parents come over a moment later and introduce themselves to Sevika and Powder, chatting about how amazing it is that each of their children made it this far. All of you converse amongst each other for a few moments, the parents expressing their excitement and pride. Soon enough, the sound of a microphone being adjusted breaks up the conversation, catching everyone's attention as you all turn to look towards the front of the hall.

"Good evening everyone, I hope you've all had a pleasant journey to be with us here tonight. I am the president of the fair's board..."

The man continues to speak about how excited all of the committee members are to witness the presentations this weekend, setting an animated atmosphere amongst the room. When he concludes his speech a few minutes later, he welcomes everyone to take their seats as dinner will be served shortly.

The room is quickly filled with the scraping and scuffing of chairs against tile as everyone finds their assigned places, the buzz of excitement for the food palpable. You all sit down and begin waiting patiently, your stomach beginning to grumble slightly at the thought of eating. The sound doesn't escape Sevika's ear, and you see her lip quirk upward in a subtle smirk out of the corner of your eye.

The six of you continue to talk across the table as servers begin bringing plates out, being served a short while later. Dinner is delicious, and Sevika and Ekko's parents get along quite well, much to your relief. Glancing to the side, you see Powder and Ekko engrossed in a private conversation, animated facial expressions and boisterous laughter spilling over to the adults' discussions. You realize that this is what it’s all about; no matter the results of this weekend, these are the memories that the kids will carry with them for the rest of their lives.

Once the meal has concluded, the reception begins, the music turning to something a bit more upbeat but still family friendly. After a short while, Ekko stands up and looks toward Powder, an almost goofy grin on his face.

"Wanna dance?" He asks, and after only brief hesitation, Powder nods lightly and stands, flashing a small look to her mom.

Sevika gives an encouraging nod, and just like that, the two teenagers are off towards the small dance floor. The adults watch them go before returning to their conversations, though you notice the woman’s gaze following them closely. Lightly nudging Sevika's hand with yours under the table, you wait until she makes eye contact with you before speaking.

"She's okay. I promise."

She maintains your gaze for a moment before nodding, letting out a breath she hadn't noticed she was holding and forcing the worry from her gaze.

"I know, I know," she mutters, reaching up to rub some of the tension out of her neck. "Realistically, I know she's fine. But the mom part of my brain just won't shut up about it."

At that, you can't help but smile softly and reach over to give her a gentle squeeze on the knee.

"That's completely understandable. Looks like she's having fun though."

Sevika looks back towards where the teenagers are and sees her daughter laughing as Ekko spins her around, the two of them clearly enjoying themselves. It makes the tension in her shoulders loosen even more and she lets out another deep sigh, the tiniest smile pulling at her lips.

"Yeah, she is."

About a half hour later, the event comes to an end, and the president from earlier grabs the mic once again.

"Thank you all for joining us tonight. We are wishing all of our participants the best of luck this weekend, and we look forward to seeing what you have to show us. For the students, we are going to have a more official 'prom' style dance for two hours in the next room if you'd like to move there, with your parent's permission of course."

As the teenagers make their way back to your table, the adults all stand up and begin grabbing their things before Ekko and Powder ask to go to that party. You see a bit of wariness flash across Sevika's face as she looks down at her daughter, clearly conflicted. After pausing for a moment, a tight smile appears and she sighs.

"Alright, you can go. Just be safe, okay? No wandering off by yourself, stick together."

Right when you look at Powder to give her a thumbs up, a figure behind her captures your attention.

"Genevieve?"

The girl in mention freezes and slowly turns around, jaw dropped and wide eyed. The beginning of tears begin to well in your eyes, the little girl you once knew now standing before you, a young woman.

"What are you doing here, how–"

Your heart begins to hammer in your chest as the initial shock wears off and you realize what this means. If she's here, then...

"Well, well, well. What's that old saying? 'Speak of the devil and she shall appear?'"

Focusing your eyes to the side, you finally see the person you've been dreading running into for years, the reason you moved away to start a new life, the cause of your miscommunication with Sevika.

A wicked smile stretched across her lips, the woman takes a step forward as you take one back, willing yourself to wake up from whatever horrible nightmare this is.

Gert.

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#DUN DUN DUN..........me and cliffhangers 🤞#AND WHO SAW THAT COMING BTW (you all better say no i stg)#the anxiety attack scene was also really important for me to showcase cause i feel like a lot of writers project onto sevika what they want #instead of making her an accurate/rounded character (in my opinion!)#but anwayssss ive been so excited to bring gert back ever since i saw how everyone reacted to her the first time 😆#next couple chapters are gonna be a doozy i promise so everyone dont get too mad at me ok! you've been warned 😘#sevika x reader #sevika fluff #sevika angst #sevika x you #arcane x reader #arcane x you #arcane fluff #arcane angst

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camryn-haitani · 2 days ago

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You drive me crazy

Song Mingi x reader

you’ve worn this specific perfume everytime you’ve had intimacy and it drives mingi wild every damn time. but what happens when you wear it out to a party with your friends?

TW: SMUT, fwb to lovers, non-idol mingi, p in v sex, protected sex until the end, cursing, names (doll, angel, mentions of sending intimate pics and vids, oral (fem rec), slight choking, biting, alcohol consumption (not a lot to get shit faced), aftercare

inspired by this insta post

before sending mingi probably the most scandalous picture you’ve ever taken, you dig out the hidden bottle of perfume and spray it on your wrists and thighs. and every damn time, he praises how good you smell.

mingi quickly unlocks your door, rushes to your room, and immediately has his tongue to your cunt. he needed to taste you after a long day at work, it’s the only thing that can bring him ease.

“fuck, doll. always taste so fucking good for me.”

your hands grab into his hair, keeping him right where you want him most. mingi laps up your arousal like it’s his last damn meal. one more circle of your clit and your pushed over the edge, and he gives you his all.

he stands back up and goes to your nightstand. he pulls out a condom, rolls it on, and pushes in your wet cunt. your back already arches with how he fills you.

you two have an unspoken rule. never mention doing it raw, because then you know neither of you will be able to hold yourselves back. you’re just friends.. with benefits. that’s it and nothing more.

it all started when you came home from a bad date where you went back to his place and things started to get hot and heavy. kissing your neck, grabbing your tits, the whole “imma treat you so good tonight.” schtick.

1. he didn’t care about your pleasure. 2. thought he was rubbing your clit but it was your pelvic bone. 3. pitched a fit about wearing a condom. yeah… that was not a good night, so you went home horny and aching for a release. you text mingi about how bad your date was.

Me: omg mingiiiii

princess minki👑🌸: what happened now

Me: it was all bad

Me: it was all bad. he pitched a damn fit about almost everything

princess minki👑🌸: i told youuuu

Me: NUH UH

Me: and the worst part…

Me: he didn’t make me finish..

Me: he rubbed my fucking pelvic bone instead of my clit😭😭

princess minki👑🌸: oh..

Me: did i say something wrong…?

Me: i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable

princess minki👑🌸: can i help?

he sent immediately after you sent your apology. you’re taken aback by his ask. your best friend is asking if he can help you finish. you think about this for a minute.

Me: will this change anything between us?

princess minki👑🌸: not unless you want it to

Me: you have the spare key, hurry before i do it myself.

and just like that, mingi was out the door and in between your legs in a heartbeat. you were still in your dress from your date with the perfume dusting your body. mingi had never came harder before that night, praising how good you smelled and how fucking delicious you tasted.

so that’s how yalls arrangement came to be and you now know that your perfume was such a turn on for him. it makes him almost feral and you love it. you had him in the palm of your hand with only a smell. oh the power you hold.

mingi never complained about wearing a condom, never complained if you’re not in the mood that day, never complained. that’s what you love, love about him. you love mingi. you’re in love with mingi. one rule you two talked about.

you can’t fall for the other.

you fucked up..

in the beginning, he was only your best friend. you didn’t see him any other way. it wasn’t just the sex that made you fall, it was how he treated you during it. mingi was rough at times, but he always made sure you’re ok. if you made even the slightest sound of discomfort, he would stop. he always took care of you, even before your arrangement. he’s your best friend, he cares about you more than you know and that made you love him even more.

this went on for months. sex after a bad day at work, sex before work, or sex when either of you felt like it. all of this will change after one event..

you got invited to a party by your friends and you didn’t wanna bring a stranger so you asked mingi.

Me: hello princess

my princess minki👑🌸🩷: oh lord

my princess minki👑🌸🩷: what is it

Me: i got invited to a party and don’t wanna bring someone random, will you go with me :3

my princess minki👑🌸🩷: hmmm

my princess minki👑🌸🩷: lemme think

Me: HURRY

my princess minki👑🌸🩷: ….

my princess minki👑🌸🩷: hmmmmmmm

Me: fine i’ll take someone else

my princess minki👑🌸🩷: WAIT NO ILL GO

Me: that’s what i thought

Me: get ready and meet me here

You sent my princess minki👑🌸🩷 a location!

my princess minki👑🌸🩷: see you there angel

that name makes your heart swell. you shake off your nerves when you realize your also gonna be late. you spring up from your bed and throw some clothes on. you do your hair, spray some perfume on, and put your shoes on. you’re halfway out the door when you finally take the chance to smell what you put on.

that perfume.

mingi is gonna be there.

you accidentally left it out the last time mingi came over. you were so distracted by rushing out the door you didn’t realize.

oh fuck.

there’s no time to change. you have to go and hope he doesn’t pounce on you the second he sees you.

you park your car and speed walk to the door. you knock quite loudly since there’s music blaring. your friends boyfriend opens the door. “hi, wooyoung.” you wave. “hi, y/n. mingi is in the kitchen. i’ll tell your friends that your here.” you nod as you step inside.

you slip past people to get to the kitchen like its a college house party. red solo cups filled with alcohol, people dancing and borderline having sex out in the open, all of it just so suffocating. the only reason you went was bc your friends bribed you with paying for your food for the next couple of weeks.

you finally reach the kitchen and spot mingi, twisted tea already in hand. he smiles when he sees you and then it immediately fades as you step closer. ‘oh shit,’ you think yourself, ‘he smells it.’

mingi looks at you like it’s only the two of you alone and you have your tits out on display for him. that possessive, hungry, feral look. he swallows the lump in his throat and takes a deep breath. you mouth ‘i’m sorry’ as his eyes roam your body. you’re not wearing anything revealing, just casual party clothes but he’s looking at you like you’re wearing his favorite set of lingerie.

“i’m gonna go find my friends..” you slowly turn away from him but you still feel his gaze burning holes into you. his eyes never leave your body until your out of his line of sight.

you look around to see if he can see you and pull your friend into an empty room. “girl, i fucked up. i fucked up bad.” you panic.

“what happened?” she get nervous for you. you take a breath, you haven’t told your friends about you and mingi. “ok so me and mingi may have had a friends with benefits relationship for the past couple of months…” you trail off. “WHAT!” she yells. “and i’ve been wearing this certain perfume every time we’ve had sex and i accidentally wore it tonight and he looks like he wants to eat me alive.” you fidget with your hands. “oh girl, you’re fucked. quite literally because i just got a text from wooyoung saying mingi is asking where you are.” your eyes widen as you pull out your phone.

my princess minki👑🌸🩷: get your ass to the bathroom

my princess minki👑🌸🩷: now

yeah you’re fucked. literally.

your friend sees your messages and laughs. “oh wow, good luck. yall can stay the night if you get too tired.” she winks at you. “thanks.” you say sarcastically. you take deep breaths while walking to the door of the bathroom. you knock a couple times and the door unlocks and he pulls you inside. his lips immediately crash into yours.

“thought you could wear that perfume and not make me go crazy? you knew what you were doing.” he says breathlessly. “nonono, i swear it was… a mistake.” you say between kisses. “sure, princess. whatever makes you feel better.” his hands wrap around your thighs, picking you up, and sets you on the sink.

he slides your pants and panties down in one motion. “you’re unbelievable.” he licks a stripe up your cunt, arms wrapped around your thighs. “you’re not going anywhere until i’m finished with you.” he moans into you.

god, mingi knows how to use his tongue. it’s within minutes when you cum and he spreads your legs wider to taste all of it.

he helps you back into your pants and picks you up again. “i wanna fuck you properly.” he whispers in your ear. he walks out with you in his arms as you pick your head up, you see your best friend staring right at you. she gives you a thumbs up as you give her a nervous look.

mingi finds the guest bedroom and tosses you on the bed. once again, he pulls your clothes off in one go. he pulls a condom out when you interrupt him.

“wait,” he looks at you confused. “i don’t want a condom…” you look away.

he looks at you shocked, “i thought… we agreed to not ever do it raw.” he says warningly. you take a deep breath, “i’m… i..” you start. he crouches down to be lower than you as he puts his hands on your thighs to help soothe your nerves. you take another breath, “i’m.. in love with you.” your eyes avoid his. his eyes soften as he leans in to kiss your cheek. “i broke that rule way before we even made it.” he says. you look back at him and kiss him. not lust, but more of a soft loving way. he stands back up and pushes lightly so you fall back on the bed. he tosses the condom across the room and kisses you again but more hungry and forceful.

“i’m still gonna punish you for wearing that damn perfume.” he trails his kisses down your neck. he takes your shirt off and starts marking your chest. “these are mine now.” he massages your other tit while his tongue traces lightly across your nipple. “mingi, just fuck me please.” you beg.

he flips you so your on your back and pulls your ass flush against his cock. his tip gathering your slick as he pushes in you walls. his head in your neck, getting drunk off your scent, he hates to admit he almost came on the spot. him fucking you raw while wearing his perfume is almost too much for him.

mingi grabs your neck and pulls you up so he can reach that certain spot in you. he holds your neck and lower stomach so you won’t fall and so he can feel his cock go in and out of you. “min.. imma cum. lemme cum please…” you look into his eyes. “go ahead, pretty. cum for me.” he bites your shoulder to help coax your arriving orgasm.

you fall back on the bed as he fucks youuuu harder, chasing his own orgasm. “min…” you look behind you. your eyes, glossy, fucked out, and red bring mingi closer and closer. “yes, pretty?” “cum in me.” you scrunch you eyebrows as another orgasm reaches you.

“what ever my pretty girl wants,” his pace picks up, “she gets.” mingi leans down to your neck again and whispers, “gonna finally fuckin’ fill you up.” he bites your neck and takes one more smell of you delicious perfume before he spills all of his cum in you.

mingi stays in you for a couple minutes. not only because he doesn’t want any to leak out, but because the girl he’s loved for years is finally his.

“i love you.”

“i love you, mingi.”

“i’ve loved you even before we had there’ these benefits.”

“now you have me.” you lean up to kiss him. he kisses you back passionately and filled with love. he grabs some tissues and cleans you up. mingi helps you back into your clothes and picks you up.

he walks you out of the house and you catch your friends gaze again. she points to her phone signaling she messaged you. you pull it out and read what she said.

bestie boo🧍‍♀️: so when are yall open for double dates with me and woo??

Me: sybau

Me: next week?

bestie boo🧍‍♀️: thought so

bestie boo🧍‍♀️: have fun😚

#x reader #x y/n #x you #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #smut #ateez mingi #mingi x reader #mingi x reader smut #song mingi x reader

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pathofcomets · 1 day ago

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the red sun is losing its light

He lets you go. That’s what Sylus does.

He watches over you, he allows you to lean on him, he helps you, he doesn’t contradict you and protects you when undoubtedly you fail, he teases you and reads your needs before you feel them yourself, and then when it’s all done, he lets you go.

Go back to your tidy, pretty life. Go back to the world where you can pretend he doesn’t exist.

Go be the person you learnt to be without him.

He doesn’t hold it over you, the fact that you didn’t remember him. He doesn’t want you to look that sad again, as you did when all of it came rushing back. It’s been so long for him, the pain has dulled, just you at the forefront of his thoughts.

You don’t have that buffer. So even as you wake up exhausted, days after the fact, he cannot stop you from going. He cannot open his mouth to claim you, to explain exactly what it means, to have your souls tied so. To fill up the gaps in memory, reach out to you and know himself wanted.

So he lets you go.

In the aftermath of your actions, there’s enough work to do in N109 Zone, and he allows himself to sink into that with a ferocity that scares everyone. People bleed, streets and walls painted red, matched across his knuckles. Empires crash, as he gurges on more and more and more - and yet never enough, because nothing is quite as close as having you to make him full. He throws things across room after room, throughout multiple locations, to keep his hands busy from trying to reach out to you. He won’t be just a different leash, he won’t lay a claim on you beyond what’s been given to him lifetimes ago, he won’t beg anymore.

He lets you go, because in the deep recess of his heart, he hopes you’ll be back. He lets you go, even though in the deep recess of his heart, he has no idea how he will ever be enough.

Days and nights pass. He’s growing scared.

Days and nights pass. He’s growing sloppy.

The featherlight touch at his temple catches him unaware, having fallen asleep in the chair of his armory. He never sleeps, not like this, but he’s been the type of tired that only days of rest or a hug can fix.

You’re kind, tender, gaze softening as he blinks, bringing himself to awareness, enough to turn his head and catch your hand in his. Then, just as gently as you’ve been treating him, he places a kiss against your palm, lips lingering to your fingertips, one by one, before allowing your hand to fall between your bodies, resting against his heart.

It beats, always, in the same rhythm as your heart. Faulty at times, but yours nonetheless.

You’ve killed people for him with the same hand you’re using to caress him. He doesn’t think he can adore you any more than in this moment, returned to him, and he’d give away all he has for this moment to be stopped in time.

“What are you doing, Sylus?” you say, softly, but your voice is firm, chiding even and he sighs, because that means someone told on him, and if it is his own worried twins or someone on your side, he doesn’t have it in him to care.

“Playing dominoes.”

“With people’s lives?”

“Started long ago, Little Bomb.”

And your eyes go softer, your hold against his shirt growing tighter. Because you know exactly how long ago, a revenge over a decade in the making, Sylus a most careful planner. Genius, really.

“Didn’t we agree you’re part of my ending?”

A conversation not from that long ago, but still back when goals were satisfied and memories hidden. He isn’t sure you still want him now, but why would you be here otherwise? To break him, blame him?

He cannot answer, instead just staring at you, hanging on your every word, too jaded to hope; he doesn’t rely on something as fickle as that.

“So where do I fall, Sylus? In your game?” you continue, and you shift, just enough to go straddling his body.

Sylus swallows the knot in his throat, tongue peeking out to wet his lips, looking up at you to notice the way your gaze drops to his mouth for just a brief second, trying to steel himself. And when you at last meet his eyes, he answers.

“You’re the only real thing,” and he grabs your other hand, does the same path of kisses in reverse, stopping with his lips against the thin skin at your wrist, where he can feel and taste every flutter of your heart. “And you belong wherever you want to be.”

Your breath hitches when you can feel his tongue against your now heated skin.

“Here, then,” you say, and Sylus grins.

#sylus love and deepspace #sylus x reader #sylus fanfic #love and deepspace #sylus lads #lads #lads fic #sylus fanfiction #lads fanfic #lads fanfiction #love and deepspace sylus #qin che #i'm clearly not ready to process death and rebirth update yet #so have this while i'm still working through my emotions

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eggsistential-breakdown · 6 months ago

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Curly should've killed J*mmy this, Swansea should have killed J*mmy that,

Anya should have gotten to Brokenstar his ass

Bonuses:

Jackshit mouthwashing first human in the dark forest (warrior cat hell)

Edit: part 2 jotulism gets mauled by wcwiwc (warrior cat women in war crimes) in warrior cat hell

#technically an au i guess #and only partially a shitpost #context he got blasted a little by the explosion #i literally just wanted to do this one scene #did this rushed in one day instead of doing work #daisuke is fireheart warrior cats bc i said so #mouthwashing #warrior cats #anya mouthwashing #jimmy mouthwashing #daisuke mouthwashing #mouthwashing au #mouthwashing game #mouthwashing fanart #mouthwashing fandom #mouthwashing comic #my art #digital art #fan art

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restinpeacesensei · 1 year ago

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traditional style 💖

#akoya gero #gero akoya #cute high earth defense club love #binan koukou chikyuu bouei bu love!#boueibu #my art #my akoya wanted to join in the vintage dress-up party too!! \;;w;;/#ognvuhgh i wanted to have this done earlier bc other people were doing art so fast for the new outfits but it got dragged out #it was Mostly done a few days ago and i made final edits and was going to post it just before i rushed out to work #i put it up then i was like '??? wait there's a color blob in the wrong place i thought i fixed that???'#i was down to my last minute and didn't have time to do it so i was like auuuughhgh and took the whole thing down #on the Next day i opened the file again to see what was wrong and the color blob was NOT THERE #so im like ??? why did it suddenly appear again in the png. so i looked and i made an error in naming my files #i accidentally named one of the versions 30 instead of 03 so it sorted into the last place instead of the actual most recent version (07)#so that is the reason i ended up being 1 minute late to work. and the lesson to me is i should not try to post at the absolute last minute #(i say this but if i don't get smth done i can't stop thinking about it. it bothers me constantly to have something almost finished but not #(and then it's difficult for me to focus on other tasks so this is why i feel like i have to just get it done before i switch tasks)#anyway i wasn't totally sure what era the traditional outfits are supposed to be from. im not knowledgeable about fashion actually T.T #i googled 'when were suspenders popular' and ended up just looking at old photos and clothing patterns from the 30s-40s #photos from back then were black-and-white can you believe it.. you have to actually look at drawings and paintings to find color #everyone who left me messages elsewhere: THANK YOU SO MUCH!! \>/////</ i will reply soon!! \;;W;;/

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loremonster · 11 months ago

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I'd say the children of people who shouldn't have had kids.

Still, fully agreed.

we are the daughters of parents who should not have had kids

#my parents were abused like all hell #then gave into the pressure to have children despite having no plan on how to NOT DO THAT #the society they lived in demanded they have children to Be Good People #and then when their first kid overwhelmed them? ... they found a church #that taught them all humans are inherently sinful and we're just running out the clock till judgement day #MA'S PARENTS DIDN'T RAISE HER IN ANY FAITH BECAUSE THEY DISAGREED AND DIDN'T WANNA FIGHT ABOUT IT #grandpa is catholic grandma is lutheran #dad was raised Missori Synod #which is as close as you can get to Roman Catholic while calling yourself a lutheran #they still did corporal pinishment i.e hitting kids in Sunday School #so when mom's mental health got even more difficult to manage with a CHILD TO RAISE and the HORMONAL HELL after delivery #and dad decided the way to fix it was to introduce her to jesus #and then both of them just defaulted into Do As We Say Not As We Do #expecting us to be Glorious Savants in everything we did and NEVER giving us any credit #expecting us to THANK GOD that we met expectations instead of our parents recognizing our efforts #while all wrongdoing was ALWAYS fully OUR fault #no one elses #and misunderstandings got us screamed at for lying #while Ma listened to Rush Limbah on the radio every day from before I was born to the day that hateful fuckwit died #my parents had a chance to break the cycle and heal #and didn't #and passed their traumas on to their kids through NEGLECT and failure to ENGAGE WITH THEIR OWN CIRCUMATANCES AND DO BETTER #inflicted poverty trauma on us despite us being well off by screaming at us whenever we asked for something we didn't capital N Need #but casually financing a fancy new boat for them to go fishing Because They Earned It #inflicted generational trauma by making the same demands as their parents despite telling us exactly how those demands did them harm #enforced gender roles despite ma being the most “traditionally masculine” human being I know #and dad's happy place being in the home cooking and cleaning and supporting the family unit #but dad had the good job so he didn't get to be where he was happy #and ma being denied work and decent wages and blaming it on immigrants instead of grappling with Sexism Still Being A Thing #like... yall got SO close

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scarlettcryptid · 8 months ago

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i need a car 🧍🏽‍♀️

#horrific #i hate driving but i can't do shit w/o it #2day was rhe perfect day 2 go beachcombing #i was planning it for a week #then mom had to take grandpa to the ER and im mad cuz i told her to do that yesterday but she didn't #and i know she didn't really do it on purpose but why did she have to leave 30min b4 i planned on leaving 😭#i'll try again tomorrow but i didn't wanna go on a day she had work bc i don't like feeling rushed #it was supposed to rain but it did not. it wouldve been gr8 cuz then most ppl wouldn't have gone to the beach #my hands won't let me do anything for too long but shark teeth hunting is a little easier on them #grasping things does make them cramp bad tho #but let's ignore that i need teeth #scarlett.txt #employment era soon i need an early 2010s toyota or honda civic #my medical bills burning thru my savings too #my body is always deteriorating please hire me #good thing i didn't apply to spirit halloween tho it is so humid and hot in the old sears at the mall #i was supposed to get my little brother's 2014 nissan but my dad gave it to my tío instead and he did need one but im mad #bc he always does that kind of thing to me LMFAO #this was last october im over it now (the car not the dad thing)#(there's always a dad thing)#(dabi let's super glue endeavor to his toilet seat)

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tallaennatargaryen · 17 days ago

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Wife Speak

Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Synopsis: You asked Bucky to install the security camera a month ago, and he still hasn’t done it. You take matters into your own hands, to his vexation.

Warnings: Bucky's been too busy to do what you asked, you put yourself in slight peril, worried!Bucky, gentle manhandling, protective!Bucky, mention of previous injury, my own lack of construction know-how so I apologize for any inaccuracies, no use of Y/N

This is my first time writing in second person so hopefully I did okay! This was inspired by this short I saw on YouTube.

You were good at a lot of things. The team’s go-to “girl in the chair,” there was no one better at intel, strategy, quick escape plans, and getting into just about any system you were presented with. You’d had the Avengers’ lives in your hands countless times, and never led them to put a foot wrong. Somehow, you, a girl with just a bachelor’s degree, a–perhaps excessive–perfectionist streak, and a mini fridge full of energy drinks to help you stay sharp on overnight missions, had become indispensable to the Earth’s mightiest heroes.

But you couldn’t install a security camera above your front door.

As smart as you were, you were probably equally as uncoordinated. All the bruises in odd places told the tale of your frequent misfortune. Walking by itself often presented a perilous challenge, so standing on a ladder, balancing precariously with expensive equipment and sharp objects in your hands seemed like a perfect recipe for a trip to the ER and a costly bill for tech replacements.

Which was why you’d asked your husband, a super soldier with a metal arm and a keen eye for home repairs, to do it.

A month ago.

And three weeks ago.

And two weeks ago.

And last week.

You were tired of waiting. Bucky, of course, was busy, and often away on missions, but you only ever asked him to do it when he had a moment to spare. He’d said he would, every time you’d asked, but there was still no camera above your front door. On top of it all, the camera had been Bucky’s idea, a little extra security for when he was away on missions; it was one of Stark’s smart cameras, which could differentiate between a mailman dropping off a package and a criminal about to break into the house. Bucky didn’t exactly know how all of that worked, but he was good with the installation, and you both knew better than to assign the job to you. But the camera had sat there for a month, collecting dust on the dining room table, and despite all his promises, you knew it was time to take matters into your own hands.

And maybe get a little payback while you were at it.

It was a warm spring day, and the front door was open to let the breeze in but the screen door was in place to keep the bugs out. Bucky was in the kitchen, making lunch, so he’d be able to hear everything easily, between his proximity, the open door, and his enhanced hearing. Smirking to yourself, you set up the ladder as quietly as possible, knowing that that alone would tip Bucky off and make him come rushing out before you were ready. If this was going to get done today, you needed to execute the full plan.

Picking up the electric drill and the mount for the camera, you put one foot up on the ladder, and held down the trigger of the drill for a few seconds, causing a loud whirring sound to tear through the quiet midday air. Just as you took another step up and held down the trigger again, Bucky’s voice carried out from the kitchen.

“Doll?” he questioned, and it took everything in you not to laugh. You gave no answer, instead only whirring the drill once more as you climbed to the top of the ladder. “What are you doing?”

You might have felt bad about the panic and concern in his voice, but if he’d done this a month ago when you’d asked, you wouldn’t have to go to such lengths to have it be done. Natasha had called it wife speak, when women use their sly little tricks to get their husbands to do what they need to. She used it with Banner, Pepper used it with Tony, Wanda used it with Vision; it was a universal language amongst women when requests and orders just weren’t cutting it.

Holding the mount up against the wall, you furrowed your brow in concentration as you tried to figure out how to hold the mount, place the screw, and drill it in all at the same time with only two hands. Judging by the purposeful footsteps pounding towards the front door, you knew you wouldn’t have to keep trying to figure it out for long. Still, you kept up the ruse, because he needed to think you were serious about doing it yourself if he was going to get it done right this minute.

“Baby, what are you doing?” Bucky asked, voice raising with alarm as he found you balancing precariously on top of the small ladder. Paying him no mind, you decided to just wing it and put the drill into the head of the screw, pulling the trigger to send the screw spinning into the wall. For extra effect, you added a little wobble, just enough to make Bucky worry more but not so much that your uncoordinated self would actually fall. “Honey! Stop! What are you doing?”

“What?” you responded innocently, still not turning around. “I’m putting up the camera.”

“Why?” His hands grasped at your waist, but you pushed him away as you continued your ruse and placed the next screw.

“Because it needs to go up?” you said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, because it was, hello, and you’d asked him to do it so many times. Once more, you placed the drill into the screw head and let it rip, watching it spin into place. Maybe you could do it yourself. Maybe impatience was all it took to overcome your incoordination.

“Baby. Baby, baby, baby.” Bucky’s hands were on your waist again, this time with a firmer grip so you couldn’t brush him off so easily. “Come off the ladder.”

“It needs to go up, Bucky,” you insisted, milking your moment of acting for all it was worth.

“I know, so I’ll do it, okay? Just please, come off the ladder.”

“I’ve asked you a million times over the last month to do it and you still haven’t, so I’m gonna do it and then I’ll know it's done.”

The drill was slightly stuck in the screw head once it was screwed all the way in. You gave it a tug, and the force of it combined with the resistance of the drill to come loose caused you to tip backwards slightly; for a moment, you thought you might fall, but you regained your balance after a second or two. Still, it was a second or two too long for Bucky, who’d had enough of asking nicely and being patient.

“Alright, that’s it,” he declared, using his strength and his grip on your waist to lift you off the ladder and set you on the wooden boards of the porch like you were little more than a doll. You almost grinned at the move, as being on the receiving end of his enhanced strength and fierce protectiveness always made your stomach do somersaults. By the time he spun you around to face him though, you had regained your self-control and regarded him with a displeased scowl. “What are you doing, huh, doll? You know I don’t like you up on that thing.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you huffed, “Well, someone has to put the camera up, since you’ve proven yourself incapable.” You turned to step back onto the ladder, but Bucky grasped your arm gently and pulled you to him, maneuvering at the same time to take the drill and the remaining screws from you. You resisted, but even when he was diluting his strength, you couldn’t hope to best him, so instead you started to complain, “Bucky-”

“I know, doll, I know,” he said, voice soft as he pried the drill and screws out of your hands. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and then your nose for extra contrition. “I’m sorry. I should’ve done it when you asked me to, but I’ll do it right now, okay? Just…please stay off the ladder?”

“Why? ‘Cause I’m a girl?”

Bucky chuckled in amusement, his free hand rising to cup your cheek and pull you closer so he could press a sweet kiss to your lips. You melted against him instantly, as you always did, because Bucky always kissed you like he was trying to transfer his heart from his body to yours, deeply and wholly and with every ounce of love that he had. After a moment, he pulled away, though he kept his nose touching yours as his twinkling eyes gazed at you adoringly. “It’s not because you’re a girl, it’s because it’s you, doll. The last time I trusted you with a drill and screws, you drilled your sleeve into the wall and broke your finger trying to pull it free.”

Nose scrunching and lips pouting, you did your best to fight off a smile, trying to lay it on just a little thicker to make sure you would get what you wanted. “Promise you’ll do it right now?”

“Pinky promise.” Bucky held up his pinky finger between you, and you locked yours around it. “You can stay and watch if you want, just to be sure. I think you’ll like the view.”

Rolling your eyes, you gave him another quick peck before stepping back and nodding for him to climb up the ladder. Once his back was turned and he was on the top step, your mischievous smirk returned in full force, not only because of your triumph, but because you really did like the view.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #the winter soldier #thunderbolts #the avengers #marvel #marvel fanfic

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readwritealldayallnight · 7 months ago

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(part of the Wife at First Sight series)

In Ghost’s eyes, the first time you smiled up at him was the moment you became his and his alone.

So what if everyone apart from you knew it?

Didn’t make it any less of a fact, as far as he was concerned.

Still though, he wanted to learn more about just who his pretty little wife was, including anything that might make letting you know about your marriage a little easier. And so like the good soldier he is, he goes about it as though it were a reconnaissance mission.

He asks you how you take your coffees and teas, holding his breath as he watches you take the first sip of whichever drink he’s made you that day, pride swelling in his chest when you tell him it’s perfect, even better than when you make it.

The first time he’d done so, your eyes widened in surprise when he put his large, gloved hands over yours where they were wrapped around the mug, leaning forward and bringing the rim to his lips where he took a sip for himself, eyes locked with yours. You were unsure of what to think or say, but he apparently decided for you that this was okay, returning the warm drink to your mouth where he encouraged you to take another sip.

You figured that it was alright, he did make the tea for you after all, right?

You even laughed when he started only serving you in a mug with ‘Mrs.’ printed across the side, certain that it hadn’t been in any of the common room’s cupboards before.

He eyes the book peeking out of your bag one morning as you tuck it away, purchasing his own copy the very same day, curious to know what you like reading. You’re pleasantly surprised, if not a tad confused, when you find the next two books in the trilogy sat atop your desk soon after, a small note written in chicken scratch lain on top reads ‘To : Wife’. He’ll make a point of commenting on the novel if he sees you holding it, slipping in tid bits of information to impress you show he’s read it as well, likes the same things you like.

He’ll joke about how the food on the dining hall is always subpar, trying to casually find out what you like eating, subtly pulling out his phone and typing anything new into his notes app where he’s been keeping track of all your likes and dislikes. He just wants to get things right with you, be good for you, prove he can be the husband you need. You’re already perfect in his eyes, his sweet little soulmate who just doesn’t know it yet.

Though this was the first military base you’d ever worked on, you couldn’t recall anyone having ever warned you about the way Lieutenants apparently like to haze the new hires, never mind the fact that everyone else was apparently in on it.

No one bats an eye when you go to take the empty seat next to him in a briefing, and he wraps his strong arms around you to instead plop you down onto his muscular thighs, carrying on with the task at hand as though this is perfectly normal and professional. Even the Captain hardly glances at the interaction, so you figure it’s okay, some strange form of team bonding?

Not a soul comments on the way the Lieutenant insists on being the one to cut up your food and feed you bites during meals in the dining hall, pretending as though they don’t hear him telling you about how “my wife works hard enough, don’t need to be liftin’ a finger wit’ me around, love.”

They know to move out of the way if you’re approaching a closed door, knowing if the Lieutenant is anywhere near, he’ll be rushing to open the door for you before you can even attempt to do it yourself.

Even Soap has stopped complaining aloud and only rolls his eyes when Ghost drops anything and everything he’s doing- whether it’s spotting the Sergeant in the gym, being out on a morning run, hell even being in the middle of a shower- to send you a good morning text at six o clock on the dot. Every. Single. Morning.

No, you never exactly anticipated this sort of a running gag from a hardened military base, but you’re not exactly complaining either.

Not when you find your heart fluttering every time your fake work husband dotes on you like he really would marry you at the drop of a hat.

Besides, it’s all just playful, innocent fun, right?

Especially when everyone begins to apparently forget your name and instead refers to you only as Mrs Riley.

And when the Captain tells you that your requested time off for a honeymoon has been approved, something which you definitely don’t remember requesting, well that’s all just fun too, right?

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a-hermit-pining · 3 months ago

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LaDS Men React To An Unexpected Pregnancy

AN: Pregnant reader. Not the boys. That genre is currently unexplored on this blog but not for long 🤭👺

Pairing: LaDS boys x Fem reader

Ingredients: 75% fluff, 25% angst.

My Fav: Rafayel's (new segment because I want to discuss which ones I liked best when writing)

Xavier:

You pass out during a mission. That’s how you find out. In the Hunter Association’s medical ward, you stare at the positive report in stunned silence.

The nausea hadn’t just been Xavier’s cooking.

How even…? You sit there, frozen, until he walks in, finding you pale and unmoving.

A child.

He leans against the wall, the report in his hand. God.

He had vanished the day he found out. Left you bitterly alone. But you didn’t need him, you could raise the child on your own. If Xavier was too weak to accept the truth, so be it.

But he returns. You don’t know where he went, only that when he comes back, he is broken.

"I couldn't change it." He falls to his knees. "The world remains unchanged," he repeats, voice hollow.

The destruction he had accepted, the grief he had worn like armor, now, it becomes unbearable. Because for the first time, he isn’t sure if he can ever manage to save it for his child.

Rafayel:

He dreams of it. Strange dreams.

He’s not one to obsess over omens, but even he, in his eternal wisdom, cannot decipher what a colony of seals playing with marbles is supposed to mean.

Then, one afternoon, he dreams of a baby seal. It coos at him, glumphing closer, making infant-like noises.

And in the dream, he bends down to pet it. Only for you to pick it up instead.

He jolts awake. Hands immediately over his stomach. Breath unsteady. No...not him...it was you. You picked the seal, that meant-

Then he stumbles out of bed, nearly tripping over himself in his rush to find you.

Drives like a madman. He counts the days. Two months. He counts the signs.

His heart refuses to slow down.

Barging into the Hunter’s Association, he’s chased by guards, by an exasperated receptionist, but none of it matters.

When he finds you, he grips your shoulders, searching your face. How could he have missed it?

By the tides, he was a fool.

And then—he feels it. A whisper, warm and murmuring, like the gentle pull of the waves.

A half-formed yawn, ringing softly in his mind.

The presence of his child.

Now all he has to do is tell you.

Zayne:

You watch Zayne eat dinner, half-listening as he talks about his day. He absentmindedly bites into another baby carrot.

Not just baby carrots, baby corn, baby potatoes, those tiny tomatoes.

"How’s dinner, Zayne?" you ask, feigning nonchalance.

He nods, smiling. "It’s good. Very healthy."

"Notice anything?"

He hums in thought. "You’re trying Italian cuisine these days." He places his hand over yours, gentle. "But you don’t have to cook if you’re tired after work."

He’s too kind to mention the small incident with the oven last week. To be fair, the bun in the oven analogy is a classic.

A week. A whole week of hints, and still, he hasn’t caught on.

Sighing, you give up on subtlety. "Darling, did you visit the pediatrics ward today?" you ask, pushing food around your plate.

"I didn’t have time. Had to miss the volunteering event for surgery."

You grin. Taking his hand, you guide it over your stomach. "Well, luckily for you, we’ll have one right here soon."

His mouth hangs open. Eyes darting between you and your stomach before his fingers brush over the nonexistent bump.

"Really? Are we—"

"Yes, you dummy!" You pull him into a hug. "I’ve been trying to tell you for days."

For a man obsessed with your health, he somehow had been ignorant of the biggest of surprises. Unplanned or not, you were going to give him the longest late night shift of his life.

Sylus:

The timing could have been better, he muses, wiping blood off his cheek.

But he had been too lax.

Not that it mattered. Everything was under control.

"Clean up," he orders, snapping his fingers. Shadows slither forward, dragging the remains of his enemies into the abyss.

The news of a child had changed things. He had let fate play its part for too long. Now, it was his turn.

Whatever slow-moving scheme he had let linger, ended now.

There was no way in hell he was letting you go on any mission while carrying his child.

Aether Core be damned. EVER be damned to NEVER. He would wipe them out if he had to.

For now, though, he had other priorities.

Leaving you safe at home, he finishes this last errand. Your only battle at the moment is morning sickness which, much to his surprise, isn’t just limited to mornings.

He wipes his hands clean, heading for his bike.

One last stop. You wanted pickles.

He smiles, revving the engine. Soon, only cars.

And then, he’s gone, speeding into the night, back to you. Back to his family. To cuddle the little dragon who gives you unrivaled heartburn and kicks like a menace at 18 weeks.

Caleb:

He knew.

Some would say he saw it coming, but just because he kept track of your cycle didn’t mean he could predict your ovulation exactly.

He was just…good at math.

Mental math.

And taking you to a convenience store for cough drops, right next to the pregnancy tests, had been pure coincidence.

Not that he totally snuck a glance at you eyeing them. And if he excused himself to grab a snack right then? Also not planned.

You hand him the test. "I think I’m pregnant."

He goes through all the expressions shock, surprise, joy, tears. So dramatic that it fools no one.

Seriously, he’s atrocious at being subtle about it.

Instantly proposes. Shotgun wedding because the baby will need a family.

Grins like a madman when it turns out to be twins.

Secretly, he’s very, very proud.

Heavens, he thinks smugly, I really am amazing at math.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #love and deepspace caleb #love and deepspace headcannon #love and deepspace x reader #sylus x reader #xavier x reader #rafayel x reader #zayne x reader #zayne love and deepspace #caleb x reader #fluff #love and deepspace reaction #fem reader #pov caleb grows concerning with every piece i write

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philosians · 4 months ago

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a three week paid-vacation provided by your captain gave rise to the opportunity to finally show you the gift sylus had gotten you. and no, it isn’t the yacht you’re on—but he wouldn’t be opposed to giving you that either.

[ !! ] — mdni | established relationship, smut, breeding kink, pregnancy mention, fingering, oral (female receiving), praise kink, mating press, unprotected sex, sylus is soft in the bedroom okay now hush ;; alcohol mention (sylus drinks whiskey), fluff. oh did I mention soft! sylus?? uhhh maybe more tags than this idk there’s a lot going on lmao. unedited af I know that’s a warning. if y’all see cut sentences just know it’s a brain glitch >.< lol

a/n: Happy Valentine’s Day! phew i got this out before it ended hehe just in the nick of time. I do wanna forewarn everyone I don’t actively write smut so I deeply apologize for any sort of repetitiveness or just it being inaccurate and rushed overall, my apologies. but please enjoy reading! bc i wanna curl up and die and delete this after writing it actually lmao I’ll probably never write anything like this again haha

word count: roughly 4.8k

The starry expanse of sky moves quickly outside of the window of the car, nothing but a blur of cosmic colors. Where you’re going you’re not quite sure, with all the secrecy from Sylus and the twins. It’s something Sylus has clearly planned for awhile, from the way he wanted you to dress tonight, but you’re still unable to put your finger on it.

At the very least, you’re glad that Kieran is the one that’s driving instead of Luke.

“Are you two going to tell me where we’re going yet?”

“Afraid not, Miss,” Kieran replies. “That’d be against orders from Boss.”

“Are we at least almost there yet?” you ask.

“We have about ten more minutes,” Luke chirps. “Then you’ll finally get to see Boss, don’t worry.”

You’re stunned into a mild fluster and look at your hands in your lap. You heard the twins snicker and you can’t help but shake your head incredulously. Oh well. You’re almost to your destination anyway.

After the last two months of an increase in Wanderer appearances, you could most certainly use a break. It’s been nothing short of hectic, battles here and evacuations there and the occasional dumbass that doesn’t want to listen to the warnings given out that an area is too dangerous to go into.

You softly sigh. You really shouldn’t be thinking about work.

You tug the large coat on your shoulders over you further, closing your eyes and sinking into the warmth and the smell of the man it belonged to.

Whatever in the world Sylus had planned must be big, even so that he couldn’t be bothered to tell even the twins exactly what he had in store. All the three of you knew was that he had a surprise, and the two brothers were more than happy to have the opportunity to have the base to themselves.

You just wish you knew where you were going.

“Is this it?”

“I think so. Ah, there’s Boss.”

Oh, already?

True to word, you open your eyes and see a familiar patch of silver against the darkness of the world. And you also happen to see a very, very large yacht not far from him.

A marina? You blink incredulously. A private fucking marina. Good lord, how much money does this man really have?

Upon stopping, you watch as Sylus turns his head slightly to the car. Luke quickly jumps from the passenger side and opens the door for you, ushering his hand outward dramatically and says, “After you, Miss.”

The heel of your shoe clicks against pavement as you step out, holding Luke’s hand for stability until you find your balance.

“Thanks, Luke.”

“Not a problem! Enjoy the honey— Uh, vacation!”

Luke jumps back into the car, more than likely to save himself from your questioning eyes. You can’t help but shake your head and make your way toward Sylus and the man in uniform, more than likely the captain of the yacht.

“Ah, Mrs. Sylus,” greets the captain with a tilt of his hat. His eyes blink as he does a once-over on you and then laughs. “I was wondering what kind of woman would tie such a man down, and now I understand. Please, come aboard.”

Your brows raise at Sylus as the captain pivots and boards the yacht. “Care to explain that?”

Sylus, in all his audacity, simply shrugs and smiles. “Nothing to explain, sweetie. He came up with that himself after I told him my lady would be joining me.”

You scoff in disbelief, but can’t help the small smile that falls to your lips. You take Sylus’s arm, wrapped your hand in the crook of his elbow as he leads you onto the ship.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmur, gazing around as he takes you to the deck. And you could only imagine what it would be like when you went out to sea.

“I figured you would like it,” he murmurs. “Glad to see my instincts weren’t wrong.”

You don’t miss the way his red eyes look to you, knowing he’s waiting for your words of affirmation. You laugh behind your hand, because yeah, he’s right.

You hum, taking his hand in your own. “Thank you for considering me.”

You also don’t miss the way his large fingers eagerly twine with your own, nor the way his eyes soften and blend with devotion and affection.

“Always.”

Thirty minutes pass before the ship takes off into the open sea. You barely feel it until Sylus has you stand to take you back outside from the dining area.

“So, where are we going?” you ask, gazing up at him.

Sylus’s mouth twitches into a smirk. “It’s a surprise.”

You grumble, humoring the man. “Of course it is.”

Sylus’s coat never leaves your shoulders the couple hours you’re both out on the deck. He seems to enjoy that, too; you wearing his clothes sparks something behind his eyes that you’re all too familiar with. The thought itself has your cheeks warming and thighs pressing together.

He flicks his wrist to check his watch when a timer beeps twice. You can’t help it when your eyes linger on his hand. You’ve always had a fixation on his them—on how big and warm they are in comparison to yours, on how his long fingers stretch across your body, and how they gently wrap around you and pull you close like he’d die without touching you. Those hands that had once forced you to attempt to resonate with him for three days had become soft, remorseful and loving. And he’d more than earned your forgiveness.

“Dinner should be ready.”

You grin. “You brought your chef?”

“Just for this trip,” he retorts, standing to full height. “Come.” His hand outstretches to you and you take it without hesitation.

You don’t miss the way his eyes briefly light up at the way your fingers immediately interlace with his. It’s a small joy to you, but to him it means everything—a testament to how far the two of you have come.

Dinner, as always, is perfect. Dessert even more so. You’re not too full, but more than satisfied. You give your compliments to the chef, who in turn happily skips back to the kitchen like he’s on cloud nine. And you can’t help but look at Sylus and smile as he downs his whiskey like it’s water.

“You don’t compliment your chef enough,” you comment. “One sentence from me and he acts like he’s never heard praise.”

Sylus hums as his brows raise, humored. He chuckles with the whiskey in his mouth before swallowing it to retort, “He knows his cooking is excellent. I suppose I just have a limit to how many compliments I can give out in a day.”

You place your chin in your hand. “Oh, really? Then how many do I get to have in a day?”

Adoration fills his ruby orbs. “As many as you want, my beloved.”

His hand reaches for your left over the table. Sylus’s thumb rubs over your fingers, resting atop your ring finger.

“Have I told you that you look exquisite tonight?” he whispers.

“You haven’t,” you reply cheekily. “I think you owe me a few more, don’t you think?”

The soft music in the background dies as you begin to hear your heart thunder in your ears. You do hope that Sylus can’t hear it pounding away like you can.

“Seems like I do,” he says in an exhale, leaning back in his seat but not letting go of your hand. His eyes have changed—once filled with adoration, now filled with a fire that makes heat rise to your cheeks and desire burn between your legs. “I don’t think I’ve shown you the bedroom yet, have I?”

You grin. “You haven’t. I’d like to see it.”

But what you don’t anticipate is your man standing and abruptly lifting you into a one arm carry. Your sharply inhale in surprise, arms immediately weave around his neck for support, but you know he’d never drop you anyway.

You trail your nose under his jaw, pressing a long kiss to his skin by his ear. Your fingers dig into his shoulder, the subtle presser making him hasten his long strides.

“Sweetheart—” Sylus gulps as you press two fingers to his mouth to silence him.

You pepper slow kisses down his neck, nipping at the skin every other kiss. It’s when you reach his collarbone you hear the click of a door. And seconds later you find the plush fabric of blankets underneath you and Sylus’s firm hand cradling the back of your head as he tilts your head back to capture your lips with his.

Between each heated kiss you attempt to catch your breath, only for your lover to devour your mouth with his own again and again.

“Mmmh— Sylus, let me—” another kiss “—catch my breath.”

He has a hard time pulling away. Sylus rests on one knee at the edge of the bed, hands grasping at the back of your bare calves as he catches his own breath and tries to pull himself back to his senses before he finishes himself off early.

While you toss your head back and close your eyes, trying to let oxygen catch up to your brain, Sylus lifts his head to look at you. He drinks in your appearance—the starry night sky sewn into the strapless obsidian dress (one that he had specially made for you) accentuated your body exactly the way he envisioned.

As he watches your breasts rise and fall with every breath, he feels his pants tighten even more. He’s so painfully hard just from simply kissing you—a testament to what you do to him, how deeply you affect him.

He rests his head against the plush of your thigh. As he trails his hand down your leg, he realizes you still have your heels on.

Your head snaps up at the feeling of one heel coming off, then the other.

“Sylus, what— Oh, shit.”

The momentum of him lifting your body further up the bed and hiking your dress up catches you off guard. His mouth latches to your thighs, kissing and biting all the way up until he reaches the fabric of your panties—the only thing between him and what he wants.

“Such a dark red, darling,” he hums. “Was this for me?”

“It might’ve been,” you tease.

As his finger loops around the red fabric covering you, Evol ready to help rip it off, your hand makes its way into his hair and tugs, forcing his eyes to attention.

“Rip these, I’m okay with that. Rip the dress, and I’ll kill you,” you say, half-joking. But damn did you really like this dress.

He chuckles, eyes glazed with lust. “Understood.”

As soon as he tears them away and hikes your dress even further around your hips, Sylus’s mouth does nothing short of devour your pussy. You let out the loudest, wanton moan you’ve ever heard from yourself as his tongue buries itself in and against your folds. Your head falls back against the pillows, hands moving to grip the sheets beneath you to maintain some semblance of being grounded as Sylus eats you out like a starved man. Your legs are over his shoulders, allowing him the best access to your womanhood.

“Oh— Fuuuck, Sylus. Ohmygod, please don’t stop,” you beg, threading one hand through his hair again, grip tighter than earlier.

His reply comes in the form of him pushing his thick middle finger inside of you and mouth sucking on your clit. You wail, bucking your hips into his mouth. His ring finger promptly follows, stretching your cunt and sinking deep inside of your walls. Tears of overstimulation line your eyes as you grasp at then pillow behind your head.

Both hands twine into his silver locks of hair, pressing him deeper into you. What you miss amidst your own haze of ecstasy is Sylus grinding himself against the mattress to find some sense of relief. His mind is at war, wanting nothing more than to cum right then and there versus wanting to watch his seed spill from your hole. It takes every ounce of self-control of his own body to not climax while he simultaneously loses his mind while his mouth is attached to your cunt.

“Don’t— Please— Sylus! Sylus, I’m gonna—”

Your back arches off of the bed, and you can’t help but press him further into you and grind against his face. Sylus’s arms wrap around your thighs, holding you steady. The deep groan of his satisfaction that leaves him only spurs you on further and further and further until your thighs clench around his head and you cum. Hard.

And Sylus more than enjoys sucking and licking away at your release as you climax, prolonging it as much as he can. He lifts your lower body into the air as he continues his onslaught of your pussy with his mouth and tongue, the pressure of your thighs on either side of his head making him dizzy. Your essence coats his chin and nose, your scent driving all his senses wild and pulls the remainder of his blood down to his cock.

He gains a free hand as you tighten your legs around his shoulders. He unbuckles his belt and slips it off with practiced ease before moving to unzip and unbutton his pants, tugging away at them.

When your hips stop shaking is when Sylus grabs your thighs with both hands and sets your body back down on the mattress. He hovers over you once again, taking in your disheveled appearance and partially-lidded eyes. His long fingers brush your skin and cradle your jaw.

“Still with me, sweetheart?” he asks.

You pant and gaze up at him. “Barely.” You swallow. “That tongue of yours is brutal.”

Sylus laughs. It’s almost enough to make him forget about the painful fact that his cock is straining against his pants. Until your knee brushes against it when you lift yourself from the bed and he groans.

You giggle as his head presses against your shoulder.

“You really shouldn’t neglect yourself like that,” you hum, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

Sylus’s lips meet your neck opposite of your arm wrapped around him and presses a long kiss to your sweaty skin, murmuring hotly into your ear, “There’s no one to blame but you, beloved. And I highly suggest you take responsibility.”

You moan and arch into him as his hands work on your dress, unzipping the back entirely and lowering it just below your breasts. You arch your back so he can undo the bra, and as soon as it’s on the floor, his mouth is on your chest. Sylus sucks and bites at your nipples, worshipping them and your breasts as he grinds his clothed erection into your bare pussy, soaking his dress pants in your juices.

You begin unbutton his shirt through the haze of your desire… before you slip your hands through the remaining buttons and fully rip his dress shirt apart, exposing his thick torso. You both chuckle at the sound of the buttons hitting the floor.

“Impatient?”

“Like you aren’t,” you remark.

Sylus shrugs off his shirt in a fluid motion and tosses it to the side from one arm. You manage to slide off your dress within a few moments, just as Sylus manages to get off his pants and briefs and… Oh…

You’d almost forgotten how big he is. Sure, the two of you have spent a couple more… sensual evenings together since you had him use your place as a safe house (and then him bringing you to his), but it always makes you shudder when your eyes land between the apex of his muscular thighs.

His tip weeps with precum, heavy cock red and flushed and—

Sylus’s breath is hot against your ear as he asks, “Like what you see, darling?”

—goddamn it you need it inside of you.

Your nails dig into his bicep, your other hand wrapping around his neck to pull him into a heated kiss, and Sylus is more than happy to oblige. His kiss is deep and reverent. A small moan escapes him as you two briefly pull apart for air before diving back into one another.

Everything is hot; your cheeks are flushed with the heat of desire and your pussy aches to have Sylus buried inside of you.

You pull him down on top of you with the arm around his neck, your other hand grasping his cock and positioning it at your entrance. Sylus hisses, hips bucking slightly as his fingers clench at his attempts at restraint.

“Fuck,” he pants. His red eyes clear for a moment, turning into a gentleness reserved for you as he asks, “You think you can take it?”

“I think you ate me out enough earlier I’ll manage,” you joke. Then your nails dig into the meat of his back, the sensation making him softly hiss again. “But if you don’t I’ll be doing it for you then.”

Sylus chuckles, nose dipping to your collarbone.

“My beloved is always so greedy, isn’t she?”

There is no retort from you—only a loud moan as Sylus’s tip enters you fills the room. He stops after that though, and as you look up to him to ask him why he stopped, you’re stunned at the sight before you.

Sylus is flushed red, panting and sweating as his muscles flex.

“Sylus?”

“Don’t,” he warns, shaking his head. “Give me… a moment. You feel… too good.”

The implication is clear. Sylus’s head falls as he inches himself a little further, delighting in hearing you gasp as he sinks more and more inches of himself inside of you. It takes all he has not to just cum at the feel of you; every ounce of self-control he has is being tested. He’s never been harder in his life, and being inside of the woman he loves—who feels like heaven wrapped around his cock—only proceeds to spiral him into a deeper pit of pleasure.

“Sylus… Sylus, more, please,” you hears you beg.

He’s halfway in, trying to take his time and let the romance of the evening last. But at that, and the sensation of your nails digging into his back, he finds himself a goner and lets his hips fall into yours, sinking the remainder of his fat cock into the depths of your wet pussy. A deep shudder passes through him, bliss running through his body.

“Fuck. Fuck, you feel divine,” Sylus says in a deep exhale.

“You’re so big,” you gasp, eyes clouded with the haze of lust. “Oh, Sy, you feel so good.”

The praise goes to his head immediately. He drags his cock back out slowly and a whine escapes you, hating the emptiness. But when Sylus places your legs over his shoulders and leans over you, it’s over for you both.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Sylus rolls his hips, sliding his full length back into the warm expanse of your pussy. His head falls back, and the pace he sets proceeds to bury you both alive underneath overwhelming ecstasy.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he pants, clenching his fist into the sheet. “How I feel every time I look at you? Utter perfection is all I see. Do you feel what you do to me, darling?”

All you can feel is Sylus’s weight on top of you and the feel of his heavy cock inside of you as he stretches you open on him, carving your pussy into the shape of his cock. His pelvis rubs against your clit deliciously, spurring you on further. As much as you want to drive your hips up to meet his thrusts, Sylus has you pinned down into a mating press and all you can do is take what he’s giving you.

The papping noises of your bodies meeting filled the room, sending your thoughts into an even dirtier place. He feels so good reaching so deep inside of you, tip rubbing against that special spot perfectly, like you’re made to be perfect for each other. You clench around Sylus at another thought and he inhales sharply.

“What’re you thinking about?” he questions.

You shake your head. “N-Nothing.”

His long fingers grab your jaw gently. “Tell me.”

And then he slows his pace. “No, Sylus—”

“Then tell me what my beloved is thinking in that pretty head of hers,” he murmurs into your ear. “Or else.”

“I was thinking… about… Uhm…” Sylus rolls his hips back into you, his heavy balls pressing against your ass as he awaits your answer.

“Well?”

“I, uh— A baby.”

At the word, you shy away into your arm. But Sylus doesn’t say anything, which makes you confused. After a couple seconds, you gaze back up at him. His eyes show how stunned he is, pupils blown as no doubt the word also revolves around his own mind.

“Sylus, I— Oh, fuucckk.”

His body weight presses your body into the mattress further, leaving you at his mercy as Sylus’s pace becomes brutal, like he’s let his base instincts take over. His big hand finds yours and twines your fingers together as he drives his cock into your pussy over and over and over again, the squelching noises only growing louder and louder in your ears.

“My kitten… wants a baby then?” He hums into your ear. “She wants me to cum inside of her and carry my baby, is that right?”

“It was… just a thought.”

He laughs as your pussy clenches around him more at his words.

“Seems like it’s more than just a thought.”

Sylus’s mouth meets yours in another kiss, powered by something more than just lust. Your brain turns fuzzy and hot, reality beginning to finally blur as another climax ascends from the depths of your core.

Your eyes shut as his mouth finds the sweet spot on your neck. He sucks and nips at the skin with his teeth and you’ve no doubt that there’ll be plenty of love bites scattered across your skin for days after tonight.

When he nips at your ear, you squeak and clench around him again. Sylus groans into your ear, “Do that again.”

You oblige, clenching down on him and making him piston himself in and out of you faster. Every thrust turns into one that pushes the air from your lungs. All you can see, all you can feel is Sylus—feel his body heat as he presses your body down with his; feel the thickness of his cock stretch you open and the weight of his balls as they slap against your ass.

And it feels so good. The shlick and pap noises are getting to you. The coil that’s been winding up all night finally feels like it’s about to burst. Your back arches off the bed, breasts pressing into Sylus’s firm chest.

“Ohmygod, Sy, gonna cum, gonna cum fuckfuckfuuucckkk!”

He nips at your earlobe, biting down on it gently before whispering into your ear, “Indulge, my love. Indulge and I’ll fulfill every single one of your desires tonight.”

At long last, the coil snaps. Euphoria pilots itself to your brain and all across your body. You shake from the intensity, having to wrap your arms around Sylus to ground yourself as you reach your high.

Your orgasm sends him over the edge. He thrusts a few more times before he finds himself pressing himself as deep as he can possibly go and releasing his seed inside of your pussy. It’s almost too much, even for him. He doesn’t think he’s ever cum harder than tonight.

Your bodies rock together as you both fall from the heights of cloud nine. Sylus peppers your sweaty skin with kisses, across the bruised love bites he’d left earlier.

It’s only when he feels himself soft enough to slip out of you does he ask, “A family?”

Sylus’s voice is soft. So soft in fact that you barely hear him. You take a moment to reply, only to find yourself being easily lifted from the bed and onto Sylus’s chest.

“It’s… Something that’s crossed my mind a few times,” you admit bashfully.

Silence fills the air for a moment before he asks again, in the same, quiet tone he’d just used.

“With me?”

Your smile stretches across your face instantly. Your lips meet his chest, right over his heart. Your eyes meet his—uncertainty meeting unconditional love.

“And no one else.”

The next three days after are filled with you and Sylus partaking in all the activities that his yacht has to offer (plus more intimate times across the boat and it’s other rooms). He’d told you at one point that he would’ve just used the one he sails on regularly. But due to him wanting to spend more time with you than anything, and for you to have fun during the trip, he’d bought another and hired the captain to ensure safe passage.

Tonight however, was the night that you both were supposed to be arriving at your destination. You tried to help the anxiety and giddiness inside of you, trying to flatten it under a cool demeanor but Sylus just saw right through you.

Of course he would.

“There’s no reason to be nervous. It’s not like I’m taking you into enemy territory,” he jokes, gaze flicking to you from the stars in the open sky.

“I know that. I just can’t help it,” you mutter.

You shiver from the cold breeze, and Sylus shrugs off his leather jacket and places it over your shoulders. He leans down and zips it partway, resting his chin atop your head.

“Those hunter instincts of yours need to settle down,” he hums.

“I wish they would— Sylus!”

A hearty chuckle leaves him as you bounce away from his hold. Your eyes narrow at his treachery.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“Don’t you try and tickle me,” you warn playfully. You slip your arms through the sleeves of his leather jacket, trying to pull the sleeves back from over your palms to point at him. “Or I’m gonna tickle you back.”

Sylus smirks and rubs his fingers together. “Is that a challenge?”

“Mr. Sylus, Mrs. Sylus,” greets a familiar voice.

Embarrassment makes you duck your head away from the captain for a brief moment before you look at him.

“Just thought I’d come and let you know we’ll be docking soon.” The captain takes his hat off and bows before you both. “Thank you for allowing me the chance to sail you both for the last three days.”

Sylus nods his head in acknowledgment. “Thank you for giving us safe passage, Arthur.”

Arthur nods, reapplies his cap and heads back to steer the ship into the upcoming port.

You don’t get to watch as he disappears since Sylus wraps his arms around you, pulling your chin to his chest. He presses a sweet kiss to your temple and murmurs, “I do believe we’re here.”

The distraction of the captain was long enough that the scenery before you had changed into the moonlit sea into a large landmass illuminated by the full moon above.

Your jaw drops open at the sight, eyes lighting up as you get closer and closer to the port where the ship would dock.

“Sylus, where are we?” you ask quietly.

“It’s an island,” he states. “One that I bought awhile back and was making… renovations for.”

“Renovations? For what?”

He laughs softly and looks at you like you’re a goddess. “For whom, you mean.”

Your eyes widen into saucers. Is he…? Could he seriously mean…?

“Sylus, you bought me an island?” you inquire, utterly flabbergasted.

“I can’t exactly un-buy it, so I do hope you’ll like it,” he replies. To your ears and yours alone you can hear his wavering tone, like he’s awaiting your disappointment. You can’t have that.

You cup his cheeks and force him to look at you again.

“Sylus, I love it; even if it’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever been gifted, I love it. It’s just going to take me time to get used to it,” you tell him. Then you step on your tippy-toes and give him an eskimo kiss. “Thank you. I love you.”

You kiss him there at the front of the ship, wrapped in his warm, protective embrace, momentarily oblivious to the world and your surroundings.

What you’re also oblivious to, and have been since the start of the trip, is the fat diamond ring that’s been tucked away, hidden in Sylus’s bottom drawer to his dresser. And also to the fact of his other reason of being nervous.

To him hoping that you’ll say “yes” when he gets down on one knee to ask you to marry him.

But he’ll save that for later. Right now he intends to indulge and savor your lips on his and you being tucked into him, safe from the world to be loved and worshipped by him.

And hopefully, for the rest of this lifetime.

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FUCK ME LIKE YOU MAD AT ME, BABY ♡

synopsis. caleb has a bad day at work and you just wanna help him. whats the harm in that? it's not like he's ever mean to you.. right?

cw. fem!reader, exhibitionism, praise, semi angry sex, breeding kink, rough sex, cunnilingus, overstim, calebs a little freak.

add ons. didn't think i could make him even worse then he is but whatv i love u nasty caleb + i didn't proofread so whoops im lazy.

wc. 1.7k

as you lounged around in your room in skyhaven, you jumped up at the sound of keys jingling and the front door opening. It was caleb, he was home! excitedly, you got up rushing to the door with open arms. you were expecting a big hug with the sweet words “pipsqueak! I’m home!~” with a sort of tune in your boyfriend’s voice— but instead you were met with a pat on the head a soft grunt that could only signal “I’m not in the mood.”

who shit in his cereal today?

you followed caleb to the kitchen as you watched him cook.. and then followed him to the living room as you watched him eat.. and then followed him to the bathroom while you waited outside.. and th—

“what do you want pips?” a sharp, hushed voice snapped you out of whatever trance you were in. he stared at you before snapping his fingers to supposedly bring you back to earth, and you just stared.

“is everything okay?” was all you able to muster out. you were unfamiliar with this caleb. the kind, sweet boy who would pet your hair and tell you how cute you looked today was far gone and all that was left was his outer shell, replaced by some sort of spirit. caleb shook his head and sighed heavily. he brushed you off before pushing his hair back.

“just.. tired. long day at the fleet is all.” he said softly. caleb noticed the visible shift in your attitude, fuck he was slipping. just because he had a shitty day doesn’t mean he has to take it out on you, after all you just wanted to make sure he was okay.

and before he knew it, you both were sitting down on his couch. you prepared some tea and pranced around the kitchen as he watched you closely, like you could mess up anytime and he would have to swoop in and save the day but yet there were no mistakes so there was no knight in shining armor caleb. you settled down next to him on the couch before moving closer and resting your head on his shoulder and oh fuck did that send him over. the faint smell of apple cinnamon and the way your body slowly went up and down as you took each agonizingly long breath. you were a sight to behold, truly— and the dent in his pants couldn’t agree with him more.

oh how he would like to take a handful of your hair and pull it back, to see your pretty face laced with tears he caused. To hear your sweet sounds both your voice and body make, fuck him— was he going crazy? caleb quickly turned his attention on you, with a worried expression on your face that could only make his heart melt for you. forget a bad day, every moment with you could cure a million diseases in the world.

“caleb..” you said, your hand tracing over his arm which could only make him shiver. “i just want to know if you’re okay, you’ve been acting.. weird today. if i did anything—“ he cut you off quickly embracing you as close as he possibly could. his voice was sweet, this, this was the caleb you know.

“oh no pips, seriously, it was just one little bad day, yeah?” he said pulling you away and looking straight at you.

“if it was such a bad day, then can i help you? just to relax is all.”

oh gods. fuck him. bless today. you looked so fucking pretty. was it the way you said it, or the way you looked at him? how your eyes flickered across his body— he didn’t imagine that right? how close you both are and how fucking warn you feel, it was hot. he was hot. was the stove on? no, you wouldn’t attempt to cook— fuck why is it so hot in the house all of a sudden? he needed to contain himself, he wasn’t some wild animal, he was— gentle with you. patient. he liked having vanilla sex with you, he liked having sex with you in general. he was just pent up from the day and, fuck fuck fuckk.

caleb looked at you, his hand finding its way to your face as he planted a soft kiss on your forehead. there was no way he would take advantage of you like this. he wasn’t that type of guy. maybe if he was more level headed he would agree to fuck your pretty fuck stupid, but not when he’s angry and you’re doing your damn hardest to make sure he feels better. he should be happy, happy that you care so much about him to the point your willing to help him blow off stream.

but god he would be stupid to let this opportunity slip.

“it’s fine, pipsqueak. i’m serious, i’m sorry if i worried you with my attitude. it was out of line it won’t happen again.” he said softly, warningly. yet, you didn’t seem to pick up on it.

“caleb, please let me do this for you. let me help you.” you got up and shifted yourself closer to him. you could feel his breath hitch as he scanned your face for anything, any sort of sign to tell him “don’t. you shouldn’t, you can’t.” yet there was nothing there. he quickly grabbed your wrist and flipped you, pushing your hands shoved your head as he leaned into you.

“tell me i shouldn’t pips, tell me I shouldn’t take all of my fucking anger out on you right now.” oh fuck this was bad, he was bad. he leaned into kissing your neck and nibbling softly, his eyes retreating back to yours. your silence was deafening. it was like he could hear your plea for him to proceed, god did he want you so fucking bad.

he picked you up, bringing both you and him to his room and throwing you on his bed. he closed the door making sure to hear a small click! in the back. he got down and kissed you. this wasn’t his simple tender and romantic kisses, no. this was sloppy. nasty. he couldn’t help if his hands went from your hair, to your hips, and then your boob. and he definitely couldn’t help on how he groaned while kissing you, how he pulled you down closer to him so you could feel the dent in his pants. so you can feel how fucking much he missed you at work, and how you are such a tease; even when you don’t intend to be. caleb was swift when it came to your clothes, as he took them off faster than you could put them on.and you were quick.

caleb moved to the bed, sitting you up. your back against his chest as you both faced the mirror across from the bed. oh was this beautiful for him, you were beautiful for him.

“I’ve always wanted to try this” he said cooly as he spread your legs, watching the faces you make. the reactions you give him. “I’ve only just imagined it.. well when I’m at work, but seeing it for real? you look so much prettier.” his hands circling around your cunt and then in and out. oh you were so pretty. so beautiful. so mesmerizing. your sounds were enough to make him cum, and you enjoyed it. he coo’d you as you begged for him to be kinder to your swollen cunt.

“you can handle it baby, yeah? you wanted to help me right? come on, hold out for me a little longer and I’ll give you something better.” oh how he knew which words would rub you right. even if he’s in a bad mood he still knew how to make you feel like the only girl in the world.

caleb soon removed his fingers, sliding out of you before pulling down his pants, and then his drawers. god was he even bigger today. you could only watch in awe as he brought you closer to himself.

“i told you I’d give you something better baby.” he said softly, bending down to kiss your forehead. he positioned himself before sliding in. ohh gods did he fill you up perfectly. you were practically made for him. caleb couldn’t help but grab on your hips and add some friction between you two.

the way his tip kissed your sweet spot so good could only make your face contort. you held onto him as he slammed himself in you. it hurt, but it hurt so good. he wasn’t easing up on you anytime soon but you were fine with that. you weren’t complaining on how his balls violently hit your cunt, or how fucking messy you both were being. how greedy you two were, more than usual almost. if sex was this good if he was angry, maybe you should purposely piss him off more.

“oh- fuck baby, ah, you feel so so good” he groaned. you could only let out moans of approval and pleasure as he hit your spots so fucking good. he put his hand down, right at your pelvic area, feeling himself go in and out of you, he couldn’t help it. you were just too perfect. “im gonna put a baby in you yeah? so nobody touches you ever again, or even thinks about you. so they know you’re mine. yeah?” oh fuck you would love that. “im gonna make you a mommy, please can i? can i make you a mommy, baby?”

oh god oh god oh god. you were close you were so so close. your nails dug into his skin which only made him thrust more erratically. both of your heads were empty, focused on the feeling of sweet sweet release. caleb looked down at you, holding your head up.

“gonna cum? wanna cum for me? yeah? yeah? come on baby you can do it. make me proud.” he panted, kissing you in between, all you could do was whine for him as you held onto him. your legs shook while you saw stars. caleb became slower, with a last couple of thrusts before holding you down on his cock. he looked at you, ditsy and fucked out. he let out a soft chuckle.

“you can’t sleep on me now pipsqueak, you said you would help me remember? im still feeling a little upset.”

this was going to be a loooong night.

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