#kissing so i can hang it on my wall ill cry

[hammity-hammer]

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[thewritingofspencerrose]

Crumbling Down

carlos sainz x Piquet!wife oc & secret family

this is meant with no real negativity to cs55's girlfriend rebecca, and only discusses her in a slight poor light due to plot reasons.

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verity.sainz a perfect break with my whole world before flying is restricted once more by baby #4 🤍

carlossainz55 mi corazon ❤️

f1wags and we're back to race week with the first public appearance of Carlos Sainz's new girlfriend!

fan1 WHY DOES HE HAVE HIS EYES OPEN WHEN THEY KISS?

"Carlo," I can't help the crack in my voice when I say his name, "You said you would say no to them. You said you wouldn't abuse our desire to keep our private life private like this."

"Mi amor," The pet name hurts, something that used to make my body buzz with joy making me want to cry harder as I wrap my arm around my rounded stomach. "They were insistent, I've never had a woman come to the paddock outside my family and they say I needed to change that."

"You haven't gone with a woman because we decided to remain private! We didn't want to pressures of the world! So we got married, and then we had Carlos and Junie and then they were each too young to go, and just as we were about to announce the family, I got pregnant with Flora and now with Tilly-"

"Tilly? As in Matilda?" He asks, interrupting my emotional rate with a tone that is too close to joy. "You found out the baby's gender?"

We had picked out names. This wasn't how he was supposed to find out.

"Yes, she's a little girl," I admit, "The kids and I had a whole plan how to announce it once you got home."

"I can't wait to see what you have planned," Is his answer, the sounds of the garage around him getting slowly quieter as I can only assume he moves towards his drivers room.

The idea of him coming home after kissing her to kiss me, to kiss our children's foreheads, makes me want to be sick.

"At the moment Carlos, I can't promise the kids and I will be here when you get home," I whisper, the truth slipping out like razorblades. "I think we're going to go see my parents."

"Vera, you're not meant to be flying. We were cutting it close with out trip as it is," He answers, voice strong and commanding.

"That's what's upsetting you? The fact that I will be traveling and not that I've just told you that your wife and children won't be home to greet you when you return because you're parading around another woman? Because when Carlos and Junie put on the race to see their father they'll see her name with yours underneath?"

"Verity, you know that's not what I want-"

"Then why did you agree? Why did you agree after I cried to you about how the idea of you with another woman made me ill?"

"It was for a good reason," His answer is hesitant, and you can tell he doesn't mean it.

"I hope the reason was enough for you, Carlos, because I can't keep letting you love us in the dark. We'll be with a friend since you're so concerned about me traveling." He did have a good point on that matter, but I can't help but say it before hanging up, not giving him a moment to respond as I waddle my way to the living room, dropping myself on the couch.

"Mamá?" Carlos III's voice calls, his head of hair like his fathers sticking out from behind the hallway wall, "Que occure? (What happened?)"

"Oh my baby, nothing happened," I try to assure, attempting to get all the tears off my cheeks before he can really notice.

"Mamá," He prompts this time, sounding entirely fed up with my response as he moves into the room, such a serious look for a seven year old. "I heard you on the phone with Papá. What has he done?"

"Something that you do not need to worry yourself about mi mundo (my world)," I assure, pulling him into my side as he gets close. He curls into my side, hand resting on my stomach as he's done with his other sisters.

"Hola Tilly," He greets her, placing a quick kiss to where he feels her kick before looking up to me, his father's spitting image. "We're going to stay with Grandma and Grandpa?"

"No, you're father made the point that I can't travel anymore, so we're going to go see if tia Kelly and prima Penelope are up for some visitors, yeah?"

"I'll go get my suitcase and start packing," He agrees, giving me a small smile as he moves to get up. I know I'll have to repack his suitcase later, but as he runs off, all I can be is grateful for this little angel who blessed us when we were young and unprepared, much to my fathers chagrin. But my kids are who keep me together as I dial my sister's number, tears coming to my eyes when I hear her voice.

"Vera? Honey are you crying?"

"Kel, can the kids and I come visit?"

"Always. P will prep her toys and I will prep the guest rooms."

"What the fuck were you thinking," The angered Red Bull driver shouts across the paddock, storming towards the Ferrari drivers who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Max, what's-"

"This doesn't involve you, Charlie," The Dutchman silences, eyes blazes of fire as they move to the Spaniard who's practically his brother-in-law. "You brought your girlfriend to a race and expected that to go well with your wife? The mother of your four children?"

"Tell me you did not," Charles chimes in, unable to keep the words from slipping out of his mouth at news. He had seen Carlos with a woman earlier, but had only assumed her to be a new member of his media team.

"It is none of your concern, Verstappen. What happens between my wife and I is just that."

"And I'll respect that when your actions aren't broadcasted to the entire world and having Vera call Kelly sobbing saying she's packing up the kids and leaving," Max fumes, Carlos's expression dropping at the knowledge. He had known that she was upset, that she had threatened to leave, but he thought it was just that, a threat. Not that she would actually leave the home they had designed together in Nice.

"After this race you better fix your fucking mess, because I will enforce whatever Verity wants, whether that is keeping you away from her and the kids or not."

And the Dutchman storms off, not waiting for a response.

"Kelly, I am only here to see my family."

"Carlos, you've been in our family for nine years, by law seven, but I can promise you that if Vera doesn't want you here, you will not be entering this apartment," The elder Piquet daughter warns, eyes angered by the mans simple presence.

"Kel, can I come in?" Max questions, not wanting to answer her more but also hoping to embrace her and Penelope, any week without them feeling too long.

She smiles at him, having missed him as well but her expression quickly steels. "Not if you are bringing him in with you."

"Kelly," I finally interrupt, having enough of seeing her scold my husband through the door as I breastfeed Flora. "You can just let them in, but please warn Max that I'm feeding Flora," I request, hating the idea of making the man uncomfortable in his home.

"You're okay, Ver," Max offers, his eyes immediately meeting my own and not leaving as Kelly opens the door, him and Carlos entering. "Kelly and I are actually going to go say hi to the kids, I've missed P and all of them," he says, kissing my sisters lips in a quick peck.

"Is Flora done? We could take her with us?" And it's like Flor could understand her aunt's question, because she's unlatching on cue, allowing me to pull up the piece of my top to cover myself and nod to Kel.

"Would you please? She just needs to be-"

"Burped," Max finished, taking my current youngest into his arms, kissing her head as he moves her to his shoulder. "Between P and my nephews, we've got this covered. Just let us know when you're done," He offers, kissing the side of my head.

"Thank you."

"Anything for family," He just smiles, the expression falling when he turns to Carlos who has been frozen in place. "Say the wrong things and your ass will be on the street before you can say forza ferrari."

"Sí- I mean, yes, of course," His eyes meeting mine before his next words leave his mouth. "I just want to talk apologize my wife."

"Right then, let's go say his to the kids," Kelly prompts, the two walking out with Flora in hand, the cheers of the kids upon seeing their uncle and P seeing her father figure making my heart warm.

"Mi amor, you have no idea how sorry I am for agree to the teams request for even a moment," Carlo apologizes, his body moving towards mine, taking the spot beside me and my hands into his own. "I went back to the team, they've posted an announcement saying that Rebecca and I are not together, and I gave them a photo of us from our wedding."

My heart beat fastens, his eyes meeting mine as his fingers start to fiddle with my wedding band. "Why would you do that?"

"I am having it announced that before my start in formula one I have been madly in love with you. That over those years we have married and created a family in private that I love," He explains, a hand coming to cup my cheek, running his calloused thumb to wipe away the tears that have begun slowly running from my eyes. "I no longer want to hide you. We can keep the kids to ourselves until they're older, but now everyone knows I am taken by the love of my life."

"Carlo," I can't help but whimper, flinging myself at him in a hug. "Te amaré hasta que ya no respire (i will love you until i am no longer breathing)."

"And I, you, mi amor," He assures, kissing the top of my head. "I am more sorry than I could ever put into words."

"You've fixed the situation, Carlo, we can work from this," I smile, little giggles alerting us to our observers.

And wrapped around the corner, piled on top of each other, our children's heads and niece's head are stacked, Junie's under her brothers and Penelope's in between. It's only a moment later thought that Flora appears to be floating on top of Carlos III, Max and Kelly's heads slowly appearing as well.

"Estan bien mamá y papá? (Are you okay mama and papa?)" Juniper questions us, Carlos III placing his hand on her shoulder.

"Sí," Carlos Jr answers, pulling us into a sitting position. "Ven aquí nuestros amores (Come here our loves)." Their little feet carry them strong and fast towards us, gently climbing on top of us, minding my stomach as Kelly approaches us, now holding Flora and resting her gently against my chest with a smile. "We are okay, Papa made a mistake but he has started fixing it and I will be working to so for a time."

"As you should," Carlos III digs, making me smile slightly.

"We love you all," I remind, kissing eaches head, including Penelope. "And we love each other. No matter what, things will work out and we will love you all," my little girl giggling brightly.

"Nosotros tambien te amamos mama (we love you too mama)."

[atlasmarzz]

ugh why do i do this, its literally 2:50 am when im starting this and 3:26 am when i finish.

NSFW WARNING - read at your own risk :) thigh riding, degration, edging, orgasm denial, leon is a meanie, mirror sex?

your fiancé had a government work part to attend, of course bringing you as his plus one. leon never really got you involved with his work, it was far too dangerous. but a classy party and drinks with the industry wouldnt hurt at all.

at the moment, you were standing infront of the full length mirror in your bedroom while leon sat on the edge of your bed. you worked on clipping in some earings that matched the necklace that leoj had bougjt you a while ago. you could see him behind you, leaning over, his slicked back hair, white dress shirt, and black dress pants making him even more attractive. you were wearing a long but not tight fitted dress that contained a slit riding all the way up to mid thigh. the top with thin straps and lowcut band. you chose complimentary heels that worked with everything.

you heard a low wistle come from behind you, knowing it was leon checking you out without even having to see his eyes. you ignored it as you finished with the jewlery portion of the night. i double checked my hair and makeup before turning around to face leon.

"are you ready, lee?" of course you had to use the nickname that made him crazy after riling him up with your attire.

"actually.. no, no im not, c'mere" he said, tapping his thigh with his index finger and leaning back to look at you.

"leon, we cant, we have places to be" you tried to explain to him, looking back at the clock hanging in the wall.

"we have 30 minutes, darling, just enough time for something small, hm?" he pleads, grabbing my arm and pulling my down for a kiss

of course i kissed back, but i pulled away quickly, "babe- my makeup" i warned him, looking down at him with stern eyes. he grabbed my hips and yanked me down onto one thigh. i yelped out, grabbing onto his shoulders for stablitiy, "seriously leon-" i warned again but he didnt care. my dress rode up my thigh and dropped the remainder to the floor.

he grippied my hips harder, moving my slightly back and forth. i could feel the wetness starting to pool in my thinly laced panties that he was meant to see later. he clearly had visions of his own as i whimpered, the friction of his pants on my clothed cunt made my head fuzzy.

"what were you saying? how much youre a slut for my fucking thigh? look at you, broken down just for my thigh" he spat with a smile, holding my face with one hand to look up at him.

i contiued to move without his help, my clit throbbing from the harsh contact. i leaned my head back and opened my mouth, silently pleading for more. his hand slid off my face and up my dress, moving my panties aside to have my arousal bare and dripping on his nice pants. when i noticed, i stopped.

"leon- your pants" i whimpered, looking into his eyes with concern.

"dont worry, keep fucking going. tell me how much you love this, making such a mess of yourself and ive barely touched you." i muttered lowly in my ear, gripping my hips again to move me, "god you look so dirty in the mirror right now." he spat again, watching my hips drag against him.

"mph- please leon please im so close-" i whined, picking up my speed and feeling my release creep up.

"you can hold it. be good and hokd it for me. dont want to ruin yourself right before a party, right?" he cooed, rubbing small circles in my hips.

i cried out, tears brimming in my eyes as i tried so hard to keep my band from snapping. my movements stuttered as i tried to regain my composure. i continued for a moment before stopping again.

"did i say you could stop?" leon asked, his voice husky and sharp in my ear, gripping my sides and moving me again.

"no! please leon it hurts! please let me come ill be good!" i begged, crying into his neck as i fought against his movements.

"youll be good? well when you say it like that.." he trailed, lifting me off of his thigh. my face furrowed with confusion, "turn around, watch yourself ruin yourself on my thigh." he demanded, turning my hips.

when i settled myself again, my back flush against his chest as i stared at us in the mirror. my lipstick was smudged and mascara ran down my face, a slight glisten in the light could be seen on his pants.

"c'mon, keep going" he offered innocently, i continued moving my hips, the coil coming back faster this time as i moaned out leons name, "is bunny close?" he asked, leaning in to kiss my shoulder, trailing up to leave soft kisses on my neck and behind my ear.

i nod furiously, practically bouncing on his knee, "stop." he said, it startled me, but i stopped, being ripped away from heaven for the second time, "we can continue after the party. we'll be late" he lifted me off and readjusted my panties.

i whined out, my legs like jello as i desperately tried fixing my hair and makeup. by the time we were actually ready, the wet spot dried, leaving it darker than the rest of the pants.

[primaverea]

bitches get stitches.

trigger warning: domestic violence.

Coppery and salty across his mouth, blood pools and wells in a cut just inside Emilio’s lower lip. The cause; a backhanded slap that had knocked him clean off his feet. It’s not exactly how he’d expected the confrontation of his boyfriend cheating on him to go. If anyone should have been sporting a busted lip, it should have been Stefan, who’d pushed the smaller man outside the hotel room (that Emilio had paid for) with his bag strewn open at his feet.

He'd come to Milan just two days before Stefan was supposed to head back to Dresden, for good. The man’s working visa had finally come to an end after a year of being in and out of Italy, and – well, whatever the hell the two of them had going on.

At first, it’d been sunshine, flowers, secret kisses around corners and stupid pet names like Stefanovski. In the end, black eyes and tears, lots of tears, and derogatory words being thrown around like cunt. The German man wasn’t worth dog food scraps, but he’d been Emilio’s first. His first love, his first boyfriend and someone he had even considered a friend. So, even when he’d been flung into walls and cursed at, he could never find the strength in himself to leave.

Moments before the hit had landed, Emilio had confronted Stefan about him hanging out with a woman that Emilio’s own friends had seen Stefan kissing, in some piazza late one night before he’d arrived in Milan. The news had made him violently ill and even though part of him knew that saying something would end in a brutal screaming match, Emilio wanted to give Stefan the benefit of the doubt. Again, as he always had, without paying mind to his better judgement.

Instead of coming clean, Stefan had decided to settle with ‘if you want to act like a bitch, I’ll treat you like one,’ and dealt one of his harshest blows yet. Not only because the force had rocked his entire body into the ground, but because Emilio finally understood that Stefan had never loved him in the way he so wholly had.

let the light in At your back door yelling 'cause I wanna come in

Sobs wrack his frame as he knocks on the door over and over again, loud and harsh despite the time nearing 2AM. “Please, Stefan, just open the fucking door! It’s so late, just let me in so I can sleep and leave in the fucking morning!” His English is heavily accented but he makes do as his fist comes down on the wood again and again.

turn your light on Look at us, you and I, back at it again

“Qual è il problema? Cos'è tutto questo rumore?” A voice comes from a room the other side of the hall, an Italian woman in a robe pulled tight around her with a frown on her face. Milan was supposedly the city of smiles – you could be fined $100 for frowning –but all Emilio had done since he’d gotten to Milan was cry.

“Sorry, my–” what was he? “…friend won’t open the door and I’ve left some things inside.” He lies, wiping at his face, but he knows how he looks to her. Like a batshit crazy foreigner, with his blonde hair a mess on his head and eyes almost swollen shut from all the crying he’d done.

She takes a contemplative moment before she responds, as if weighing out what scene was unfolding before her, an exasperated sigh coming out as she shoves hair behind her ears. “Cazzo... Call the reception and shut up then, or I’ll call the police.” She huffs, before shutting the door hard behind her.

The slam makes him wince with his shoulders, and the silence that follows is deafening. He’s alone in the hallway again and the tears continue to roll down hot over his cheeks. “Please, Stefan.” He mumbles, trying the doorhandle one last time as the last shred of dignity leaves his body.

Only silence fills the space.

-

“Emilio? Stai bene? Sono le due del mattino...” His mother grumbles through sleep from the other end of the line. Hearing her voice is enough to spark another crying fit as he sits on the curb just outside of the hotel, and he’s suddenly very thankful that it’s a weekday. Not many people are out to witness the lowest point of his life.

He’s silent for a long moment despite the questions on the other end, so his crying can’t be heard, because he doesn’t want to worry her. “I’m okay. I’m sorry for calling so late, but can you…” He swallows down a sob and takes a breath before trying to speak again, “…wake papa and tell him to come and get me? Per favore, mama. Right now. I want to come home.”

-

Emilio loves his parents for many reason but especially because they don’t question him. Not even as his father pulls up to see the bloodied lip and the distraught look on his face some hours later. Not even as his father rubs his back continuously as he cries with his head tucked between his knees for the entire trip back to Monterosso Al Mare.

Pick you up around quarter to two Usually we got nothin' to do

The only thing his dad, Antonio, asks is “Is it over? Whatever it is, is it done, Emilio?”  

A weakened nod is enough to get the message across. It’s over. He doesn’t love me, and he never did. You don’t hurt the people you love. Not like this.

It’s over, it’s over, it’s over.

And the words resonate inside his chest hard enough to make his ribs reverberate to the point he feels like throwing up. There’s no food in his stomach to vomit, so he spends the ride choking around tears that at some point seem to stop coming.

Until they start like clockwork all over again when his mother greets the two of them at the front door, a look of shock settling onto her graceful features as she sees a bruised, bloody mouth. “Emilio, who…” But she doesn’t finish her sentence as her own eyes well with tears, and Antonio gives her a look from over Emilio’s shoulder that translates to something like; ‘I don’t know, he wouldn’t say.’

They expected that much from their son after all; always secretive about the wrong things so not to worry his, supportive, loving parents. This was no exception, seeing as they didn’t know he was gay let alone the fact that he’d had a boyfriend who had been downright abusive for several months.

So, as they normally do, they wait in silence for him to come to them, always kind and encouraging and never overly forceful, yet ready to spring to action. But as the days of being bedridden and force fed slowly out of his heartache, his parents realise he’ll never mention it – and they never ask.

Not even when he’s finally gotten back to being okay, and then suddenly breaks down in the kitchen one morning, a mess of snot and tears. All because Stefan had decided he wanted to get back together, and when Emilio had shut him down – which had taken every ounce of strength he could muster – he’d turned to all of Emilio’s friends and chopped and changed the story to make Emilio the bad guy. The one who’d cheated first.

Look at us, you and me back at it again

He thinks it finally over when he blocks Stefan's number and all the bullshit he’d been spurting, but then a new number texts him. A new email messages him, and no matter how many numbers and email's he churns through, he’s forced to change it time and time again, until he’s almost strangely missing it on the days where Stefan doesn’t message. As though he's been conditioned to expect them, to want them.

They continue to come,

and they never stop.

They won’t stop until I’m dead, Emilio thinks. He won’t stop until he makes me suffer one last time.

[threat-nette]

Death is a blessing

puto make a move

I'd rather let them Rome

hang they self up by a noose

keep a falling angel in my bed

caught him lurking late at night

two bottles two the head

keep em from seeing all my signs

suicidal tendencies

so come here bitch to hold me tight

co dependence

fucks over me

attracting all these flies

woke up feeling numb

went to sleep

praying that id die

feel these walls

they closing in

babe just tell me ill be alright

how you kissing me all over

lagrimas in my eyes

just wanna numb my pain

so I told him

deep inside

bby temporary

heard your whispers through the night

true love

come witchin hour

if Palomas let you fly

real life succubus

always laughing as I cry

can't sleep with a fuckin opp

with wicked thoughts of homicide

you wanna fuck me once more bby

you want it deep inside

let me kiss your pretty

mouth

cut it side to side

imma let you fill me up

I'll take it out

taste what's mine

feel romantic

setting all this shit on fire

baby look down on me

on my knees

just how you like

we can both lay in the flames

and enjoy this fuckin night

melting to the bone

while you gaze into my eyes

this death is beautiful

that's why everybody dies

felt the last breath

leave your chest

exhaled this fuckin life

had me cumming to

holding hands on otherside

guess I just blacked out

it was a dream

were just in your ride

you wanna go for a cruise

I'm really feeling this moonlight

[charnelhouse]

the rest

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader Wordcount: 3.3K Warnings: Smut. Lactation Kink. FLUFF. like a lot. Summary: More adventures for Din Djarin and his hot bounty hunter baby mama. A/N: Same universe as you became all the things i wished for and my heart in your hands

“Let’s have another,” Din murmurs against the warm skin of your neck. 

He’s buried to the hilt - his hips rolling and grinding the bump of his pelvic bone right up against your clit. It feels perfect - makes your knees splay open and your ankle catch on the back of his calf.

He kisses you urgently - tongue tangling behind your teeth as he holds your mouth open with the curve of his hand. 

“I’ll make you cum and then fill that pretty pussy up, yeah?” he coaxes as he slides his fingers between you - as his thumb works tiny, firm circles at the apex of your sex until you’re arching into him. 

Your climax is soft - muddled in afternoon heat. You fall apart like syrup. You sigh and he groans at the intimacy of you clamping and gushing around his length.

You’re drunk on him - absolutely fucked out. He angles your hips up just so he can spear you on his cock over and over again. It’s wet - it’s hot - but you dig your nails into his shoulders and let him take you as aggressively as he wants.

He flips you onto all fours - using his knees to spread you open. He ducks his head to slide the flat of his tongue through your folds - to taste the musk of your slick - the familiar, fleshy tang that he knows so well.

He grips the base of his cock - lining himself up before sinking deep. He goes inch by inch - a gradual slide until his pelvis jams up against your ass. He threads his hand through your hair - yanking just enough for it to sting. 

“Can I, mesh’la?” he murmurs as he kisses your waist - your lower back - whatever is available to him. 

His cock is throbbing - swelling - as he fucks you in long, slow strokes. He drags it through your walls before punching it forward. He does it again and again, until you’re burying your face into your pillow and crying out.

“Yes,” you whine. “Yes - do it.”

His hips snap up against the backs of your thighs - the sharp echo of slapping skin - and then he’s filling you completely - his cock pulsing as he pushes himself as far as he can go. He goes until he hits your womb - his hand sliding between your legs to pull another quiet climax from you.

Afterward - he rests his cheek against your belly - trailing his fingers over the soft mound above your puffy cunt. 

“Think it’ll take,” he asks as you run your hand through his curls.

“Who knows,” you shrug. “With you? Probably.”

**

It takes. 

In fact - Din knocks you up with two fucking babies. You aren’t pissed - just rightfully terrified.

“Twins?” you shudder as you try and feed Zara mashed berries. She slaps it away - painting the floor with smeared fruit. “I don’t know how I’ll do it.”

He rubs your shoulders - the nape of your neck. You’re tense - knots of tissue and strained muscles. He’s worried about you. You’re exhausted - dark half-moons beneath your eyes. You’ve been sick all week and every time he gets food down your throat - you’re already running for the bathroom.

“Din - I just fucking got out of here,” you whisper - brushing a tear from your cheek. “I was able to finally go on a stupid hunt since I had Zara and it felt so good.”

“I know,” he replies - feeling quite helpless and honestly guilty. He had begged for another kid and, of course, this time around had been worse than the first. You were hanging by a thread - emotionally spread thin. You are ill and exhausted and trying to keep it together by the skin of your teeth.

You spot Grogu picking Zara’s fruit off the floor and stuffing it into his mouth. 

“Nope,” you chastise, scrubbing your eyes as you lift him into your arms. “No - that’s dirty.”

“He has literally eaten live animals out of a swamp,” Din remarks.

You narrow your eyes at him. “So?”

He raises his hands up in submission before stepping forward, placing his palm across your growing belly. “We’ve got this. I will be there for you every step of the way. If it gets too hard - if you get overwhelmed - I promise I will let you go off and snag as many bounties as you want.”

You blink at him before bursting into tears. He blanches. He wonders if that was the wrong thing to say.

“I’m sorry,” you sob. “I’m sorry. I’m so emotional and you’re just such a good husband. I hate you - honestly.” You fall apart again before you’re launching yourself at him - wrapping your arms around his neck as Grogu squeaks between your crushed bodies.

“Mama,” Zara warbles before she also starts crying, her little pudgy arms reaching desperately for you. It’s a mess and Din tightens his hold around your waist as he caresses the side of his helmet against your hair. 

“Shh,” he tells Zara before he manages to pick her up out of her highchair while keeping his arm firmly around you. 

There are tears and snot splashed across his armor. He glances down to watch his daughter shove her face into her mother’s throat. He watches you pull back and start peppering kisses across her tiny scalp. Grogu tugs on your hair, climbing up your breast to press his cheek to you as a consolation.

It’s alarmingly adorable and Din wonders how the fuck he got so lucky.

**

It’s a boy and a girl. Theo and Lux. 

They are perfectly beautiful so much so that even the doctor does a double-take. After all - no one knows what Din actually looks like under his armor. They both have Din’s mop of dark hair and flushed pouty lips.

But they have their mother’s eyes. It stuns him when both pairs blink up at him - to see you so painted in their faces - in the furrow of their brows. The color reminding him so much of the flashing tunnel of hyperspace - the bend of reality. The first time he was ever inside you was right on the floor of the cockpit and he had held himself above you - his arms framing your head as the galaxy’s shades swam and drifted over your skin. He had known then that it had been love - he might not have had the name - he might not have breathed it out loud - but he had felt it in his gut and in the cage of his chest - blooming blooming blooming -

He tucks their sleeping faces against his breast - watches their milky mouths open and close. It’s wild.

“We are so screwed with those two,” you mumble as you stare at them with a blissed-out expression - overflowing love. 

It’s exactly how you beheld Zara - how you saw Grogu. He recalls the moment Grogu had been taken from you  and how you had given chase - destroying anyone in your path to save him. Din knows you’d kill for any of them and probably succeed. 

It goes both ways. He’d die for you a million times over. He’d die for their kids - their home that he longs desperately to protect because it almost doesn’t feel real.

“Ugh,” you gasp. “I’m dead. I think I’ve been ripped open.”

He stretches his gloved hand. “I think you did crack a bone this time.”

You arch your eyebrow as you snuggle deeper into your pillow. “A casualty of war - I think.”

You’re still weak - still exhausted from childbirth. He sits next to you, combs a lock of your hair back before running his finger across Theo’s cheek where he’s hungrily latched to your nipple. Lux is asleep and Din counts the wispy lashes - the tiny fingers that wiggle under her blankets.

“We’ll be alright,” he smiles as he watches you dreamily blink down at them. Once again his heart pulses - swells to an uncomfortable size - his love for you unbearable. He loves his children, but you are something else - you are everything - you have given him a life.

**

“I guarantee that they’re both going to be pissed,” you warn Din as you nuzzle your nose into Lux’s fragile head. “Babies smell good.”

Din rocks Theo in his arms - the boy already gripping his thumb. His gaze alert as he observes the surface of his father’s helmet - catching his own reflection.

Cara finally arrives with both Zara and Grogu perched on her hips and of course, they immediately go to you.

Grogu seems skeptical, but otherwise unimpressed as he points at the babies and peers up at Din. 

“You’re to blame for this, father,” you translate for him.

“He likes them when they’re older and can play with them,” Din retorts as he presents Theo to the little green womp rat. “Happened with Z.”

Grogu ignores the infant, turning around to coo at you before settling down in the blankets of your hospital bed. You toss him a candy which he happily catches to suck on. 

Cara peeks into the blankets Din’s holding and whistles. “You guys make really cute kids. Karga is gonna lose it.”

You groan. “Is he coming?”

“Yep,” she replies. “With the biggest basket of who knows what as a gift.”

“It’s always something totally weird like cleaning supplies and an old blaster.”

“He definitely just pulls together whatever is in his house. Poor guy.”

You laugh before you reach your hand out to Zara who has burrowed deeper into Cara’s arms.

“C’mon Z,” you croon. “Come meet your sister.”

Cara puts Zara on the bed. She crawls over to you, tossing herself against your side as she glares suspiciously at the sleeping infant. 

“Do you like her?” you murmur as you kiss her forehead. “You’re going to be the best big sister.”

Zara pokes the bundle before growling: “No.”

**

Din doesn’t sleep for weeks, which honestly isn’t that different from what he did as a bounty hunter. He thrives on a few hours and so he tries to unburden you as often as he can. It’s still extremely difficult.

Lux cries, which wakes up Theo. Zara who is still just a toddler doesn’t want to be left out so she manages to climb out of her bed and make it to your room. Grogu just enjoys being where the action is.

More often than not, Din wakes up to an overflowing bed. You with the infants milk-drunk and cradled against your breasts - Zara sprawled out on his stomach and Grogu tucked on the pillow between them. 

One morning - Din opens his eyes to find you staring daggers at him. 

“We’re getting a nurse-droid,” you hiss before your face instantly breaks into a beatific smile when Zara yawns awake and reaches for you.

**

There’s no sex for a while.

There simply isn’t time or space. Every moment without the kids is spent either sleeping or dozing or staring blankly into the void. The nurse-droid helps - cleans and keeps an eye on Zara and Grogu. It brings the babies to you when they need to feed or rocks their cradles until they pass out.

The kids are good with it, which makes complete sense seeing as their father resembles a droid most of the time. At one point, the droid begins to spark and sizzle and you scream, begging Din to fix it. 

“On Maker - I will lose my damn mind if that thing breaks. Please - please take care of it.”

Din does - rushing out of the house with it in his arms. It just needs an update - nothing fancy or serious. When Din brings the droid home, you launch yourself at him - wrapping your legs around his waist as you smother his helmet in kisses.

It gets him fucking hard - just the warm slip of your breath under his helmet - the heat fanning over his bare throat. Your fingers digging into his shoulders.

“How long until I can fuck you, pretty girl?” he husks as he drags his hand up your back - gripping the nape of your neck fiercely. He subtly grinds against your center - using his other hand to hitch your thigh higher over his waist. 

“It’s been over six weeks,” you murmur - rolling your hips into his pelvis. “I think we could.”

Something ragged - something thick with hunger - sounds deep from his chest. He hauls you across the room - pressing you into the wall with the weight of his body.

“I missed you,” he says. “Missed that perfect, pretty cunt.”

“You can taste me again,” you tease - shoving your breasts up beneath the edge of his helmet. “I’ll let you drink it.”

He shudders - the whole of him burning and frantic for you. He’s pulsing with energy - with adrenaline - and desire. 

“I’m fucking you right here,” he mutters. “I don’t give a shit.”

You’re sliding your hand behind the band of his trousers as he tries to nudge your panties to the side. You’ve been in nothing but oversized flannels for weeks and it has ruined him. He traces his fingertips through the wet slit of your pussy - it’s warm - soaking hot and he dips his fingers curling them inside you as he maneuvers his thumb over your clit and grazes it gently - it tugs a gasp from you - makes you arch into him. 

“You’re so fucking wet for me, sweet girl,” he grits as you stroke him once - twice - forcing him forward so you can smear the head of his cock through your folds. 

“I need you in me, Din,” you plead as you move your arms around his neck to leverage yourself. He grabs the base of his cock so he can line himself up and then he lowers his hips enough before jutting them upward so he can drive into you. 

He grunts into your neck - it’s like coming home - it’s so familiar - the clutch of your sex hot and tight and dripping. It’s a new intimacy - another fucking level that he has reached because he has watched you give birth three times - watched you take care of his children - watch you be a mother in every sense of the word and still he thinks you’re the most gorgeous creature to walk this galaxy.

He knows he won’t last long as he snaps his hips into you. He sinks deep - thrusting fast and brutal as he pounds you against the wall. “I’ve got you,” he snarls - possessive and insistent. “I’ve got you, baby.”

His orgasm hits him like a plasma-bullet - rocking into his core and shaking his foundation. He immediately slips out of you - falls right to the floor before he lifts your knee and hitches it over his shoulder. 

He places his palms against your inner thighs - forcing them back - spreading you further so he can see himself drooling from the fluttering, blushed hole of your pussy. He tugs his helmet off - tosses it behind him before he shoves his face into your cunt. He lifts the hood to bare your perky, little clit to him. He latches to it - suckling it into his mouth as if feeding from you. He pushes two fingers inside - sliding them through the threads of his cum and your slick. He eats you out sloppily - his eyes trained on your blissed-out face as you fist your hands into his hair to hold him against you. It’s a sight - your rounded belly - your leaking tits - your soft hair and softer lips and the velvet heat of your walls clenching around his tongue when he slips it inside to shock you.

You cum fast and all over him. Your cunt spasming around the bend of his fingers - your lower muscles locking tight and violent as he slurps and sucks and fastens his mouth to your opening. It’s a filthy act - him savoring the taste of his own seed and yours. 

But - he’s past caring - he just wants you in the barest - rawest - sense of the word. He wants to crawl inside you - nurse from your cunt before he drinks from your tits. He watches you and falls in love you with over and over again - every fucking day as you mother his children with the same grace and skill and authority you use as a bounty hunter. 

He gingerly drops your leg - skating his lips over your knee - the slick that’s still dripping down your pretty thighs. He stands up and tries to close your shirt before realizing that he’d ripped the buttons off. 

He needs to catch his breath - needs to get his head back on straight. You smirk up at him before you cradle his face and pull him down for a kiss - a very real one - the kind you used to have frequently before the kids - the dirty, wet ones you’d give each other when you’d make out in his cockpit or next to a fire on a hunt. You still technically make out when you’re screwing, but most of the time it’s chaste - most of the time those kisses are butterfly brushes of lips across cheeks and brows and noses. Those kisses meaning here - i am here - i am here and i am with you and we’ve got this. He fastens his arms around your waist - lifting you high up against his chest to return it. You’re still so small compared to him - still soft and sweet and darling when you want to be.

“I’m giving you a blow job later,” you promise against the glide of his tongue.

“What for?”

“Because that was fucking hot,” you grin as you pull back - settling on the heels of your feet. 

“Excuse me,” a modulated voice sounds from the doorway. You shriek, spinning around to find the nurse-droid staring at the two of you.

“I didn’t want to interrupt your coitus, but the babies need feeding.” 

**

“Mama,” Theo crows as he toddles toward you. 

You run to him, scooping him up before pressing your lips to his cheek. “Ooh - I’m gone two days and you’re already huge.”

Lux is wiggling in Din’s arms - smacking her tiny fist against his chest as she whimpers for you. You go to her - lifting her easily and perching her on your hip. 

“Were you two good for daddy?” you ask seriously, nuzzling Lux’s curling hair.

Din almost laughs at the sight - the twins in your arms - their faces mirroring your exact grave expression - the wrinkled brow and protruding lip. It’s shocking to see them as your match. They have Din’s coloring, but you in every other way. Zara is like him. You’d even teased him about it - “Maker Din it’s like you had her - where am I in that cute face?”

He knows better though. Every day that Zara grows - she resembles you in her mannerisms - in the way she holds herself - her weighty stare and cocked brow that is far too mature for a kid her age.

“They were good,” Din tells you.

Theo nods before burrowing his face into your neck. Lux just shrugs.

“Hi you,” you smile - leaning forward. Din shoves his helmet up so he can kiss you - tasting the sweetness of your lovely mouth - the warmth of your tongue. He had every intention of fucking you tonight. It got him hard - the image of you strutting through the door, fresh off a hunt. There’s dirt on your face - a bruise on your arm. He wants to split you apart and make you whimper for him. His strong beautiful girl.

“Was it bad?” You give him a once-over. “You’re covered in paint.”

“No,” he lies. “It was fine.”

“Papa let us stay up all night,” Zara announces as she skips toward you. She wraps her arms around your legs before collapsing to the floor in a heap. “He let the twins play with blasters.”

“Come again?” 

“They weren’t loaded,” Din explains. “They like them - they’re shiny.”

You roll your eyes before putting the twins down. “Where’s Grogu?”

“He’s still watching cartoons,” Zara says from the floor. “He’s been sitting in front of the holoscreen since you left.”

“Why am I not surprised,” you smile before bending down on your knees to kiss Zara’s cheek.

“How was hunting?” Din asks as he tugs you flush against him. He holds you to his chest, wrapping his hand around the hinge of your jaw so he can check for any injuries - or simply because he wants to look at you.

“Fun,” you smile - waggling your eyebrows. “Frozen. He put up a fight but it didn’t last very long. Almost wish he tried harder.”

He smirks beneath his helmet. “You wanna go fight somewhere else?”

You peer down at the floor where Zara has already fall asleep. The twins are back in their play pen - quietly fiddling with their steel blocks - their eyes half-closed as they mumble to each other in their own strange language. 

“Did you keep them up all night on purpose?” you accuse - swatting at his chest.

“No,” he replies. “They literally just wouldn’t fall asleep - it was torture.”

“Where’s Nana?” You swivel your head for the nurse droid.

“She’s being difficult - she says she’s watching Grogu when really she’s watching the holoscreen with him.”

“Smart.”

He shrugs before cupping your ass and picking you up. You giggle - wrapping your legs around him. He shoves his face into your neck. “Fuck,” he groans. “You smell good.”

“I smell like sweat and two days without a shower.”

“Exactly.”

“You’re gross.”

“You like it.”

“Fine. I suppose.”

“C’mon,” he goads. “You love it when I just go down on you for hours - lick your pussy until you get all soft and sweet.”

He feels your thighs clench around him, your nails dragging over his shoulders. He’s got you high enough that you can gaze down at him. Your eyes big and bright as you gently palm his helmet - cradling it tenderly. 

“What is it?” he asks as he squeezes you.

“Just missed you,” you whisper. 

It swells between you - the invisible strings gliding - tangling - tying you both together. This new life - this new love - the beginning of all the rest.

[tettatonin]

thoughts on bonten chifuyu please literally you can just write 2 sentence about it and ill cream myself to it 🎤 🎤 🎤

ESCORT ︰ baji , chifuyu

⠀⠀⠀⠀— bonten!bajifuyu. part 2-ish of ENTOURAGE. ♡

cws: 18+ NSFW MDNI. fem!reader. ooc. overstimulation. BAJI: shibari. biting. praise. slight dacryphilia. use of vibrator. creampie. CHIFUYU: collar and leash. mirror sex. clit slapping. spanking. degrading. cervix kissing. 3SOME: MMF. switch!chifuyu. dom!baji. sub!reader. blow job. deepthroating. creampie. masturbation (m). partially proofread.

notes: *taps mic* hello is this thing on?? 🎤🎤🎤 yk i was gonna keep it a surprise that i was writing bonten!fuyu anyway as a lil present but then u went n sent that ask chika 💀💀 also added baji n the 3some last min for a lil extra spice and it burnt me out

— KEISUKE BAJI | BONTEN EXECUTIVE: SHINJUKU DISTRICT MANAGER

baji was ruthless, its expected of a bonten executive. but as self indulgent as every other executive was, baji had self control. he thinks its better watch you lose yourself while he does the bare minimum than go all the way. he enjoys the edge, the held back yet desperate look on your face when he suddenly stops. he wants to build you up until he feels its right to have you let go, telling chifuyu all the gory details later.

2:15, the clock reads as a surge of pleasure runs through you. The feeling makes you roll your eyes and screw them shut, trying to recall what time you first arrived and just how long you've been here, but the hitachi that's been pressed against your clit for so long makes it hard to focus. You can only whine and moan at the feeling of the band in your gut about to snap again. Baji pausing from giving you yet another love bite to calm you down.

"Shh, shh, 's alright," He purrs, kissing at your tear stained cheeks while his hand moves the wand in circles. "Yeah, that's a good girl, sweetheart."

"Fuck, fuck, Baji— gonna cum." You moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He utters a quiet 'go ahead' and you let out a whine when you've reached your limit yet again, hanging your head back in lightheadedness after the device is pulled away from you. He peppers kisses along your neck as you move a bit to readjust your position. Red lines that matched the rope were marked into your skin along with the various bites and bruising hickeys Baji had left all over your body.

It was hot at first, having him tie you up while he told you how good you were being as you took off your clothes and did as you were told, kissing areas he accidentally tightened too much in an apologetic manner. It was such a kind heat, but now it was maddening.

And even after watching you whine, wail, and cry, he hasn't touched himself one bit, save for the grind of his boner on your thigh as he laid by your side as his fingers continued to draw circles on your clit, though now in a slower, gentler manner, now because of the sensitivity. The other hand keeping one of your legs pressed against him to grind on.

"That's my girl." He praises, kissing your jaw. "So good to me and I haven't even fucked you yet."

Truthfully, Baji wanted fuck you a lot earlier than he wanted, but he held himself back. He knew you could take it after watching you get dicked down by Mitsuya behind the glass. After your first orgasm, when he dipped his fingers into you, he could already feel how tight you were going to be around him in that post-orgasmic state, how good you were going to hug his cock as its veins dragged along your walls and every erogenous spot in you. He granted you the pleasure of orgasm after orgasm, at least until he was satisfied.

He gives you one last peck before he's kissing down your stomach, lips touching right where he's marked minutes until he's made it in between your legs. Sharp canines bite and suck at the skin on your inner thighs before he pulls away, unable to take the tightness in his slacks anymore.

In a minute, his heavy belt falls to the floor with a hard clank and his clothes are tossed to a random corner in the room. Bullet wounds and straight slashes scarred his chest and abdomen, exposed like battle scars except for a gash on his stomach that the Bonten tattoo covered. Baji gave you no room to gawk by pulling you down further by the ropes on your legs, fitting perfectly in between them.

"Eyes here, sweetheart." He grinned, face suddenly close to yours and two fingers sliding up between your folds. They gather some slick to use, and with his hand, he spreads it along his length with a couple pumps before popping his fingers into his mouth to get a taste for it himself.

He smiles again when he thinks about you walking around all dressed up like nothing happened, his cum dripping between your legs and a necklace of hickeys all along your collarbone, watching you try as you might to conceal one or the other as you walk around in front of the other executives.

With his hands placed on your knees, he pushes in with that purpose. The position gradually puts you in a mating press as he sinks into your walls with a groan, muttering about how tight you are.

Your mouth hung open, strained moans leaving you as Baji slowly moved, meeting you only halfway before letting you take him to the hilt to get your sensitive state used to his length. Your hole hasn't been touched since you started. The pleasure you felt from his length dragging along your walls was a lot more euphoric than usual. It had your eyes rolling back every time he hit that spot that sent a feeling straight to your lower stomach.

At his slow pace you felt more relaxed, being able to close your eyes and pant softly instead of moaning from the overstimulation on your clit.

"Feel good, baby?" Baji asks, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he grunts, thrusting into you slowly but hard.

"Mhm," you hum, feeling him gently suck into that sweet spot on your neck again to muffle his moans while he's listening intently to yours.

Baji hopes you savored that slow pace, a part of him wishing that you should've asked him to stay that way because maybe he would've listened and pounded you slow and hard until he came. Your walls were so warm and so tight around him that with every thrust he was sure you could feel him throb inside you.

But with your lack of request, he increased his speed. You felt so right around his cock, just loose enough for him to move with the flutter of your walls that makes his eyes roll back.

"Oh, god, fuck— mm, that's my girl." He spills, moving to occupy his mouth with yours, feeling your moans on his tongue.

Your thighs were starting to burn and you didn't have the strength to kiss him back as you started to reach your climax. All you can do is stick your tongue out while he suckles on it, biting playfully to get a little yelp out of you before he pulls away.

"Baji, Baji," you pant. "Gonna cum— don't stop!"

You say it like he had plans to.

"I've got no plans on stoppin', baby." He scoffs. "Cum for me, cum nice and wet for me with that pussy, yeah?"

And with a loud cry you did, your back arching and your still-bound hands gripping the sheets under you from behind your back as you creamed around him.

"Fuck, shit— " He grits his teeth, nails digging into the skin on your knees, pressing them closer to your chest to bottom out completely and with a shallow thrust, spurts of cum painting your walls white.

But Baji didn't pull out just yet. He nearly does so only to push back into you again, nice and slow to ride out both your highs. His eyes were trained on where you connect, a ring of white forming at the base of his cock. The sight of it might just get him hard all over again.

— CHIFUYU MATSUNO | SHINJUKU DISTRICT ASST. MANAGER

chifuyu hid it well but he was eager to please. he was confident in his abilities but there was always that backhanded thought that he wasn't doing enough, that he wasn't as good as his status garners him to be. but he feels the best when he's being the worst to you, away from the prying eyes of his partner for the sake of some privacy for once. it allowed him to do as he pleased to get rid of that unease in his lower stomach.

"You like that, slut? The fuckin' nerve you had to come in here all dirty with that bastard's cum, huh?" He growls, pausing the thrust of his fingers into to pull hard on the leash to hoist your face out of the sheets.

"Hah, ah! 'm sorry!" You wail, your pussy sitting on his thigh, slick dripping onto the fabric of his slacks.

Chifuyu moved and pushed his thigh up to add some friction between you, watching your slick darken the gray of his slacks before pulling you back further to his chest so his fingers could rub harsh circles on your clit, the action bringing you close to your climax this early into it. God, it felt like you were with Baji all over again.

But he stops just when you reach your peak, landing a slap on your clit that makes you yelp. "Look at yourself," he says, shifting his gaze to the mirror to make sure you did. "You're sorry, huh?" He mutters, slapping the bud again. "I've heard that gimmick before."

Chifuyu remembers watching you get fucked by Mitsuya behind a mirror just like this one with Baji by his side, except the one in front of you now only went one way much to your convenience. He remembers how hard and heavy his cock was in his hand as he watched you squirt all over yourself, already having cum long before it was over with a heavy breath at the sight of you ruined and fucked out.

He wanted to get to you first before his partner, knowing Baji would mark you up with hickeys that'd take a couple of days to get rid of. But here you are, covered in them. Double that with the surprise of Baji's cum in you when Chifuyu slid his fingers between your folds— it lit a fire in him. He wanted to ruin and mark you to his delight too.

He pushes you back down harshly, your upper body colliding with the sheets again. You lift your head up just a bit to watch him undress through the mirror, your own hand snaking up between your legs to touch yourself as his belt hits the ground with a hard clank before the rest of his clothes.

"You better not be thinkin' about anyone else now while you're doing that," he says, climbing back onto the bed to kneel behind you. "It's just me here, and I'll be damned if you tell me to slow down." He picks up the leash again, wrapping the loose string around his knuckles until the right amount was left. "Up." He says, tugging on it, positioning yourself on all fours in response.

His palm traces the globes of your ass, your lips pursed in anticipation of a hit that comes down hard. Chifuyu rubbing the spot before hitting it again with a loud slap of his palm. He hisses at the sight of your reddening cheeks, trying to divert his attention from the other markings on your body by making his own.

When he finally enters, he gives no room for you to adjust, already pounding into your tight walls with need.

"A-ah, wait! Slow do—" You plead, another hard hit landing behind you as you try and reach your hand back to push against his stomach.

"What did I say about telling me to slow down?" He says, tugging hard on the leash, taking your reached out hand and pinning your wrist to your lower back. "You can take Mitsuya, 'n Baji, 'n all the other bastards in Bonten," he huffs, pausing to hold back a groan when you tighten just a bit. "You can take me."

His hands move to grip your waist tight, the hold bound to bruise and match the love bites Baji gave you as he pulls you towards him every time he moves forward.

"Say my name, baby." He says, cock throbbing at the look of your fucked out face in the mirror, mouth hanging open and eyes fluttering shut . "Tell me who's fuckin' you dumb right now."

"Ngh... 'Fuyu," you slurred, eyes rolling back when the tip of his cock hits that sweet spot consistently.

A hard slap lands on your ass, making you squeal and snap out of your daze. "Again. Louder." He demands.

"Chifuyu," you repeat, syllables a little broken from an incoming thrust.

"Uh huh, 'n how's he make you feel?" He asks, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He drags his cock along your walls slowly, nearly pulling out only to slam back in.

"Hah— 's good... 's so good, 'Fuyu." You continue, "cock's so good in me."

"Mhm, that's right, princess." He groans, feeling you clamp down on him. "Fuck, such a good pussy for me."

He gradually picks up the pace, balls slapping against your clit and your slick dripping down your thighs.

Chifuyu doesn't know how you do it, withstanding so many cocks but your pussy never fails to disappoint. You made him feel so greedy, the way you fit just right and sound so sweet.

" 's so deep, 'Fuyu..." You mumble, your upper body lowering as he hits your sweet spot.

"Deep?" he questions, leaning forward and pressing his hand down between your shoulder blades to push you down further into the sheets. He props a leg up, allowing him to slam into you hard and keeping himself there, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

You moan his name, but it falls deaf to his ears when he feels you tighten again.

"This is deep, sweetheart." He says, letting you relax for once, your cheek pressing into the sheets as he moved in slow yet hard strokes, a tiny moan coming out of you each time.

You bob your head up and down, your tongue dragging along the vein on the underside of Chifuyu's cock, moaning around it when Baji rolls your nipple between his fingers.

"Fuck," Chifuyu breathes, feeling the vibration of your voice around him.

"Yeah sweetheart, you're suckin' him off good." Baji praises, trailing kisses along the back of your neck, his eyes trained on his partner and his reactions. "Look up at him, he likes your eyes, baby. Don't take 'em off him."

You do as you're told, looking up at the blonde with doe eyes as you continue to work your mouth around his length. Chifuyu tries to cover his mouth with his hand but Baji pulls it down forcefully, shaking his head and clicking his tongue in disappointment.

"I said no hands." He says sternly, releasing his grip. He turns his attention back to you instead, dipping his hand past the elastic of your panties to slide a finger between your folds. "No one's touched you and this so wet already," Baji whispers, his kisses already trailing up to your ear. "You want your hole fucked, princess?" He dips a finger into you, thrusting it in and out.

Breathy moans fall from Chifuyu's lips when your movements grow sloppy, but your own moans increase from Baji fingering you.

"'Cause I'll fuck your hole for you. Hell, I'll be glad to, just gotta make 'Fuyu cum, yeah? Can you do that for me?"

You mindlessly nod, working your mouth around Chifuyu faster, tongue swirling around the tip and your hand massaging his balls.

"A-ah! F-Fuck," He stammers, hands gripping the sheets hard enough for his knuckles to turn white and his head thrown back in pleasure. "Yeahyeah, just like that. Oh, fuck— harder, princess."

Baji chuckles, moving his finger from your hole to circle your clit. The hand playing with your tit now gripping the back of your head, "take a deep breath, baby."

You do as you're told, sucking in a breath through your nostrils before he pushes your head down until the head of Chifuyu's cock touches the back of your throat. The blonde feels you swallow, the sensitivity on the tip enough to make him let out a shameful moan, cheeks dusted red.

Baji continues to guide you, making you deepthroat his partner like a personal fleshlight. The 'glug' of your throat was humiliating, but Chifuyu was too lost in the sensation and Baji was enjoying his reactions far too much to care as tears brimmed your eyes and your nails dug into Chifuyu's thighs, pressing crescents into them.

"Shit, no, hah— cumming, cumming!"

You could feel his thighs shake under your grip. With a final push of your head down to the base Chifuyu came, your nose kissing the shaven skin above his cock as hot spurts of cum flowed down your throat, swallowing instinctively before Baji pulled you away. A thin line of spit connecting you to the head of Chifuyu's now flaccid cock, twitching in its post-orgasmic state.

"That's my girl." Baji sighs, licking up the mix of spit and cum coming down the corner of your mouth before kissing you, his tongue pushing into you to lick up whatever was left of Chifuyu inside.

He did it all while side-eyeing his panting partner, who laid back onto the bed after catching the other's gaze, afraid he'd get hard all over again if he watched.

Just as he went to tuck his softening length back into his pants, you're hovering above his chest. Your feet planted on the ground and hands on either side of his hips, eyes glossy and lips puffy. He propped himself up on his elbows to peer behind you. Baji nearly undressed, save for the shirt he's still shrugging off his shoulders before its tossed over Chifuyu's head.

A sly grin rests on Baji's face as he lines his cock up to your entrance, your face burying in Chifuyu's chest as the other man enters you.

"Promise is a promise." He muses, reminding the blonde of the impulsive arrangement as he starts at a slow pace.

Chifuyu rolls his eyes, fixing his gaze onto you, your lips slightly parted and looking up at him when you notice him staring at you. He pushes a couple strands out of your face, cupping your cheek just before he kisses you and he kisses you sloppy. The same way Baji was kissing you right after he came, peeking through his lashes to watch Baji pound you from behind. Chifuyu takes in your moans, feeling them on his tongue and it makes his cock stiffen again.

You move to kiss down his neck, resting your lips where his neck and shoulder connect when Baji starts moving faster, the slap of your ass on his pelvis keeping a steady rhythm.

"I think she likes you." He says, leaning over to swipe his thumb at the corner of Chifuyu's lip to wipe off some spit that'd spilled. "Like the view 'Fuyu?" He asks lowly, lips ghosting over the other's.

He doesn't answer, but Baji can hear his breath getting caught in his throat from being under two hot bodies.

"Touch yourself for me," Baji commands. "I can see ya stiff, Chifuyu." Chifuyu was hesitant but he obeyed anyway, wrapping his hand around his length, the tip pearling with precum. "Good boy. You better watch me fuck her dumb, yeah? Give you a show to stroke your cock to."

He pulls away like nothing happened while Chifuyu felt like he was deprived of oxygen, pumping his fist to the same rhythm as his partner's thrusts, but he was already picking up his speed. Your moans with Baji's grunts and groans put him in a daze, not knowing his own sounds of pleasure joined your lewd symphony.

Baji could only marvel at the sight, cock throbbing when Chifuyu would take you by the chin and kiss you sloppy, tongues pressed together with your eyes half-lidded. You were both so pretty, glistening under a layer of sweat, panting and moaning as you were both pleasured. God, he could only hope you'd both cum at the same time as the cherry on top of it all.

At the pace Baji was going, you could cum any minute. He was hitting all the right spots and with the sounds of Chifuyu masturbating under you at his partner's command, it just made the moment all the more hot.

"You taste so good, princess." He sighs, the kiss you shared melting into just the two of you moaning over each other's mouths.

"'m so close, 'Fuyu." You moan, a bit of drool coming down your chin.

"Fuck, me too." He whimpers, quickening his pace.

"The fuck you talkin' to him for," Baji interrupts, pulling you up by the neck to talk into your ear. "I'm the one fuckin' you."

"You said she likes me," Chifuyu laughs, "maybe just better than you."

Baji glares at him, suddenly pulling out of you to sit next to him, and you whine at the emptiness. Chifuyu's pace slows down, puzzled by the other's actions before Baji's motioning you to come sit on his lap, filling you up again when he pushes your hips down.

"Move." He commands and you bounce your hips to chase your high again, holding onto his shoulders. Baji takes advantage of Chifuyu's questioning state, taking his cock into his hand and pumping at a pace that makes the blonde let out a stammered moan.

"B-Baji, wait! Shit," Chifuyu groans, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth to keep him quiet.

"Cum for me." Baji says, "both of you." A shuddered breath followed to signify that he's just as close to his high as the two of you were.

You're gripping onto his shoulders while Chifuyu grips the sheets, his head tipping back at the approaching orgasm that rips through the both of you. When your walls convulse around Baji it eventually has him cumming in you with a strained groan while Chifuyu spills all over himself and Baji's hand, panting heavily in the afterglow.

You rest your head on Baji's shoulder, his clean hand stroking the back of your head while muttering praise. "Good girl," he told you, pressing kisses on your neck. "You did so well."

He brings his other hand up to his mouth, licking off a string that stretched from his finger to his knuckle. He then holds it up to your lips when you lift your head out of his shoulder, your tongue lazily licking up a stripe across his knuckles.

"Taste good, baby?"

You nod, licking your lips, making sure you're looking at Chifuyu and his flushed face while you do so.

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WAIT I FORGOT TO SEPCIFY DILF ZHONGLI X MILF READER (N)SFW HC!!!! please ignore my mental illnesses going ballistic 😇😍

daddy is busy with mommy

STARRING⠀:⠀dilf! zhongli x milf! reader

KEYWORDS⠀:⠀nsfw headcanon + drabbles ⨾ name calling (daddy & mommy) ⨾ lactation kink ⨾ oral (f) ⨾ mentions of breeding ⨾ degrading words (whore) ⨾ a bit of forgivable misogyny (not too extreme, just read it)

NOTE⠀:⠀please don't be too hard on yourself bby 🥺 i really love your idea so i hope that i did justice on this one because this is too fun to write.

◞⁺ i feel like i'd be too indulgent on this one

◞⁺ because i've always love to be zhongli's wife

◞⁺ anyway, i think dilf! zhongli is the definition of "please, breed me sir. i won't mind if i get poor."

◞⁺ no caps, that's how i define him in my head.

◞⁺ okay, first off, you two are married okay?

◞⁺ and the sexual tension, despite having a child of your own, didn't disappear.

◞⁺ he's a fucking archon, what do you expect from him? he's a god, for goodness sake, his stamina tops and he still tops you too.

◞⁺ dilf! zhongli is definitely the type to call you mommy. i don't make the rules.

◞⁺ loves praising you, whispering such crude words without a second thought because that have you tightening around him.

◞⁺ and then, he'd remind you of how much of a slut you are for his cock <3

"fuck, mommy 's tight around me, want me to fill you up? breed in another child?" and you lose it, coming lose to his cock, walls spasming as your orgasm took control of your body. you were about to scream but he drowns you with a kiss.

and yet he didn't stopped as he tried reaching for the peak on his own, using your sensitive and abused hole to fuck himself through, the oversensitivity of your body had you writhing below him, moaning, crying, making such a mess on the sheets but daddy zhongli doesn't stop.

"you shouldn't make such noises like a whore, wouldn't want out little one to see his mommy being fucked like this, right?"

◞⁺ daddy zhongli would even rail you in the kitchen or even in the living room of your home

◞⁺ he loves it when you cook, loves it when you clean the house for him, or whenever he sees you playing with your child, imagining having another one of his own.

◞⁺ the day he finally tied himself to you became the day he always longed for you

◞⁺ he never gets tired of anything you do

◞⁺ it's romantic, i know because --

◞⁺ he has both the stamina and breeder balls to begin with and he would breed into you over and over again.

◞⁺ quite possessive? that's daddy zhongli for you

"you can take one more, right? gonna fill you up, wanna see your belly swelling with my child in it." he groans as you clamped down on his dick, tears falling from your eyes as you did your best to hush down yourself when zhongli had you pressed down the kitchen table, your skirt high up your waist and panties barely hanging on one of your legs.

"too much, daddy! 's too much!" you cried, forcing your face down the table as you reached your nth orgasm while feeling both your juices falling out on your thighs. whenever zhongli rams himself back in, his cum spills out from your cunt, skin getting slicker and stickier by the minute.

"sshhh, you can take it, i know you can, mommy." right after he gently whispered those words, he press his hips down to yours, shooting in his load deep inside your womb as the head directly brushes on your cervix. broken cries and incoherent calls of your his name was all you could do as you slumped right on the wooden surface, too tired to keep yourself up.

"mom! i'm back home!" worry had rained on zhongli's face as he quickly pulls down your skirt and lifts you in his arms. just then, your child dashes in the kitchen while showing the flowers he had picked up with xiao. the man who took good care of your little one followed suit, smiling as the kid beams with such joy.

"huh? mama is asleep? is she sick?" and zhongli shakes his head, walking towards him and answered, "no, she's just tired from cooking so much for us. let's give her a short break, yeah?"

"okay!"

xiao then looks at the two of you and sighed, glancing towards the little one and said "let's go look for a vase then? and place all those flowers for your mom."

◞⁺ zhongli would also be into eating you out

◞⁺ had you calling him daddy

◞⁺ as he makes you cry

◞⁺ he's just too smitten to you

◞⁺ especially when he noticed how your body changed shape when you were carrying your first child

◞⁺ you breasts had swollen, milk had stained your clothes when you least expect it

◞⁺ and zhongli is always willing to help you with every problem mommy faces.

"let me taste you," zhongli hushes you down as he gently lays you to bed, making you relax with his touches, easing the tension from your back as the baby you're carrying had taken a toll on your body.

"a-ah, daddy," and you felt zhongli going down south, lips teasing on your skin as he barely leaves any kisses, just enough to make brief contact on your body. and he hooks a finger on your underwear, shoving it to the side and saw how wet you are for him.

"is this for me?"

"yes, daddy, all for you." hat had him gleaming with pride. he just can't wait to taste you, to lick everything you can offer to him.

and he did, roughly thrusting his fat and wet tongue in your pussy, nose brushing on your clit, a finger would then change place to tongue to plunge itself in your cunt while he sucks on the abused and sensitive nub.

after he makes you cum, he'd move up to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his tongue. and then, he'd pull down your nightdress, thumb eagerly brushing on your nipples and he'd feel how wet it'll become when the milk seeps out of it.

"let me taste you, one more time. please?" you nodded, oh the archons, he just makes you so weak.

and daddy zhongli would greedily suck on your tits, tongue swirling on your nipples, a hand teasing the other that matches pace with the one fingering you from below.

the stimulation was too much and it had you coming again and again and again.

◞⁺ may the great geo archon know that i have ovaries for a reason <3

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I Carry Your Heart

Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 4k

{Ahhhh ok so this is my first work like ever. There will definitely be a second part because ive got more to say and it needs a second part. I hope whoever sees and reads this imagine enjoys it. I appreciate comments, likes, reblogs, ideas on what could go into the story, and any form of help and redirection as to how i should write things. Much love, R.}.

Part two

All Y/N wanted tonight was to hang out with her boyfriend, eat a mass amount of junk food, and watch a marvel movie or two. That was all she wanted and that was all she asked of her boyfriend. Instead of any of that happening, she found herself sitting on the nasty kitchen island of her boyfriend's frat at a party that she was trying to avoid going to.

This party was supposedly ‘the party of the year.’ The last rager before finals and then christmas break. Y/N had spent the whole week studying and finishing up end of semester projects hence the want for a chill night. When Harry came to her saying his frat was throwing a party tonight and that he just HAD to be here, Y/N didn't feel like she had a choice but to let him go. She came because she thought this would be the only time she would be able to have some time with Harry after a long week of barely seeing each other. With two vastly different majors, the couple wasnt able to find a lot of time in the middle of school work to make time for just the two of them. Obviously her hopes of quality time with her man were futile because here she was sitting by herself in the kitchen of the frat while Harry drank and got high with his friends in other parts of the house.

Of course she was disappointed. She felt a knot in her throat and a weight on her chest just sitting there in that kitchen. Her white claw was warm now- not that it was any cold when she opened it. She was starting to form a small headache from the too loud music and the ache in her heart was growing.

She stood from the countertop on the search for her boyfriend, hoping he wasn't too far gone from sober. Wiping the back of her jeans from anything that was left on the island, she began walking around the house. She doesn't remember the last time the two of them spent time together by themselves. Of course they occasionally ate dinner together in the dining hall but they were normally surrounded by friends. Y/N wanted to be alone with her boyfriend to talk and bask in his presence.

After pushing through groups of partying humans, she found Harry and at least ten other people sitting around playing some sort of drinking game.

“Y/N! Where have you been?” Luca, one of Harry's frat brothers yelled out to her from the circle. Luca was cool, he was one of the only tolerable boys in this frat aside from Harry. Hearing his girlfriend's name, Harry turned around from where he sat on the ground and reached out for his girlfriend to sit beside him. Much to Y/N’s dismay, Harry was wasted. His eyes were half mass and his words bumped and slurred together. “We are playing truth or dare, wanna play?” Luca asked.

“I don't wanna play but Ill sit and watch.” Sitting next to her boyfriend, she grabbed one of his hands holding it in her lap. She was annoyed at him but it did her no good to show it when he was this drunk.

This game of truth or dare was childish. Dares of licking people's shoes and taking multiple shots had been done and truths about money and relationships were being spilled among the group. It had finally become Harry’s turn to do something, making Y/N tense.

“Ok Harry, I dare you to…” One drunk frat boy started looking around the room trying to come up with something clever. His eyes landed on a pretty girl in the room, Yara, a stuck up girl who for sure got her way no matter what. “I dare you to kiss the hottest girl in the room- obviously not your girlfriend because that defeats the purpose.” The frat boy smirked knowing what his intentions were. Everyone in the group giggles and gasped shocked by the dare but ready to see what was going to go down. Y/N’s brows furrowed as she became angry with the stupid dare.

The ache in her chest seemed to tip over the edge when she felt her boyfriend in the room move to stand up. She grabbed at the bottom of his shirt as a way of stopping him. Harry halted his movements to look down at his girlfriend. He giggled a little.

“You’re not actually going to do this right?” She asked Harry with wide eyes of shock. Harry laughed at her like she made a joke, making her heart hurt even more.”Harry I do not want you to do this just take the shot and lose the dare.” Her tone held warning.

“Don't be silly of course I'm going to. It's just a dare, nothing serious. Don't be so clingy.” He stood walking over to Yara and planted a wet kiss on her mouth. Yara gripped Harry’s shirt and kissed him harder. The kiss went on for a few more seconds, the room absolutely silent out of shock. Harry stepped back from Yara slightly sobering up from his actions. Yara smirked at Y/N, hand gliding down the front of Harry's shirt.

Y/N stood from the seat she was in and scoffed. Scoffed because she should've known Harry would do something like this. Scoffed because it hurt to see her boyfriend do something so careless without any regard for his girl's feelings. She pulled herself together, feeling her throat tighten once again. She was quick to leave the room and down the hall of the frat.

Harry's clumsy steps could be heard from behind her as he mumbled her name. Or at least he tried to. He was still so out of it, his words not making much sense. Y/N was crying now, the strength that she had slowly dissolving as she walked further away from her boyfriend.

“Y/N wait. P-please wait. I cant-” Harry stumbled over his legs behind her falling into the grass of the front yard. The girl couldn't help but turn around looking at her stupid boyfriend. She was choking on sobs now. She wasn't crying over a measly little kiss but over an extreme amount of burnout from school and exhaustion from simply existing. She was crying because her boyfriend ignored her boundaries, crushing and erasing the boundaries she had set in their relationship. Harry tried reaching for her once she had stopped walking. His hand clasped around her wrist, he laid his head down on her shoulder. He hated seeing her cry even if he was too drunk to see why.

“Baby don't leave, Im-Im Sorry.” He hiccuped and burped due to the alcohol. Y/N felt her rage build. Shoving Harry off of her, she crossed her arms across her chest as a way to shield herself from Harry physically. He was hurt by her distance and the wall she put up around her.

“You're an idiot Harry. An idiot!” her sobs grew louder, some stray party goers watching in amusement- some even snapchatting it for shits and giggles. “I didnt want you to kiss her and you did. What provoked you to think that was ok? All I wanted was for us to hang out tonight and just be us and you did this!” She was yelling now. Her hurt is beyond her now. Anger and rage simmered throughout her body making her head dizzy and her fingers curl within themselves. She didnt like being angry. It wasn't an emotion she liked acting on, it felt impersonal.

“Baby I don't under-” Before Harry could finish his sentence he was barfing at his feet. Y/N stepped back disgusted with her boyfriend. She couldn't even feel remorseful because of how angry she was. Luca, the frat brother from earlier, caught up with Harry and his girl only to find Harry doubled over heaving. Luca wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders.

“I'm sorry Luca but I can't do this tonight. Can you please make sure he gets some water and goes to bed. I-I can't do it tonight, I wish I could but I can't.” Y/N didn't want to leave her boyfriend in this state but she didn't deserve this. She wasn't going to care for her drunk boyfriend when all she wanted to do was care for herself. Selfishly, she enjoyed seeing him this way because of the anger he caused her.

Luca shook his head in understandment. “Of course, I'm really sorry for tonight. He's going to seriously regret this in the morning, especially since it will be circulating all over snapchat in the morning.” Luca waved to Y/N then proceeded to pull Harry into the house. Harry called out for Y/N not wanting to be away from her but Luca pulled him harder.

Harry woke up the next morning feeling like the bottom of a dumpster. He wasn't shocked by that. He knew he got trashed last night, he had planned to. He, just like Y/N, spent all week studying and completing projects while also fulfilling certain responsibilities for his frat. He wanted one night to be a normal teen. So he drank and drank and drank and maybe even smoked some weed. As he tried to recall last night's events he came up with nothing. He didn't understand why Y/N wasn't here with him like she normally would after a party on the weekend. They were normally always together during the weekend. A bad feeling loomed over him. He could tell something wasn't right but decided to put his feelings to the side.

He saw a bottle of water beside his bed making him think she was probably here and left early. Chugging the water he started to go through his socials to see if anyone had posted about the party. He had multiple tagged pics and videos in his notifications from snapchat. Way more than he normally would.

The first video he saw was a video of him and Y/N standing in the front yard of the frat house. Turning the volume all the way up he could hear Y/N yelling, it shocked him. She doesn't normally raise her voice, especially not at him. The angle changed showing her face which was red with anger, eyes filled with unshed tears. He could hear her yelling about him kissing someone else. He felt his heart stop. He had kissed someone else? On the next snap was a picture of him keeled over vomiting on his shoes with the caption saying, ‘are yall seeing this shit?’ Harry was embarrassed but he was more concerned than anything.

His head was hurting but it didn't stop him from rolling out of bed, washing up, and putting on a fresh set of clothes. He checked his phone hoping Y/N had messaged him but nothing was there. He walked into the kitchen only to see luca sitting at the counter eating cereal.

“Hey Harry….” Luca said warily. Luca pushed the cereal around his bowl feeling the tension begin to rise in the room. He felt horrible about his friends.

“Luca...what's up?” Harry was confused by Lucas' wariness.

“So do you remember anything about last night?” Luca asked, setting his cereal down in the sink behind him. Harry started playing with the frayed edges of a bracelet Y/N made for him. It had little beads with her name on it. They made them together at an event on campus.

“I don't, I only saw the videos of Y/N screaming at me. I think I fucked up but I- I don't know what happened.” Harry's cheek flushed with even more embarrassment. Luca awkwardly chuckled scratching the back of his neck.

“You got dared to kiss the hottest girl in the room and um actually did it in front of Y/N...even though she didn't want you to. Which led you guys outside and yeah you know the rest...Im sorry dude, I wish I had stopped you.”

“Who- who did I kiss?” Harrys stomach lurched when he heard Yara’s name come out of Lucas' name. Y/N didn't like Yara and it was understandable. Yara has been pining after Harry since their first year of college. Harry couldn't breathe. He felt disgusted with himself. He could only imagine how Y/N was feeling.

Y/N woke up the same morning, eyes puffy and crusty from tears and head hurting. She probably cried herself into dehydration. She was lucky enough to have no roommate because she wouldn't have wanted someone else to see her breakdown. She still couldn't believe last night went down the way it went down. She couldn't tell if she was just being overdramatic or if her emotions were in the right place. She didn't want to be mad at Harry. He was everything to her, she had an odd connection to him. Meeting him during their freshman welcome week they quickly became best friends with a growing romantic connection in the mix. They started dating before Christmas break. They had grown close so fast that he even came home with her to meet her family for the first few days of break.  Even though they were in their junior year of college, Y/N could see them beyond college. She's imagined them getting married, travelling, sharing a home. She saw the whole future with him. She had her doubts though. He was immature just like every other boy in college. He was dumb with his actions and tended to only do things if they benefited him. He had a lot of growing to do as a person, so did she but she wanted to grow with him.

She heard a knock on her door hesitating to answer it because one, it could be Harry, and two, she looked like a wreck. Answering anyways, she was met with a very sorry looking Harry holding a small coffee and bagel from their cafe.

“Hi baby…” He sheepishly said holding out the items. She silently let him through the door not once looking him in the eye. He stepped into her room, setting her treats on her desk. He could see that her bed was messy meaning she recently woke up. Y/N never went about her day without making her bed. He turned back to her and finally their eyes met. He took in all of her facial features, from her puffy eyes, to her downturned lips that looked chapped, to her flushed cheeks that longed to be held for warmth. He hated to see her like this, the last time he saw her so upset was when her parents moved out of her childhood home. It took alot to make Y/N this upset. She was normally really headstrong and vigilant. She knew how to ease her way out of problematic situations and could talk her way through anything.

Harry opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Y/N holding her hand up in front of his face. “Don't talk. I'm really hurt Harry, so if your plan was to come over here and apologize over bagels- think again.” She snapped, backing up to put space between the two of them. She sat down on her bed while Harry pulled the desk chair out and sat down. He much preferred to be on the bed with her holding her tight but he didn't want to overstep boundaries.

“Love, I don't know where to begin. I'm really sorry for what happened last night. I was really drunk and obviously wasn't in the right headspace.” Harry reached out and touched the tips of her fingers with his. She wanted to move but it felt good to be touched by Harry.

“I told you that a measly little apology won't do Harry. I didn't want you to kiss Yara and you did anyway. You know how Yara feels about you and you just let it happen!” She pulled her hand away remembering the prior night's events. Harry felt himself getting angry too. He felt like he needed to defend himself- even though it would be a very bad idea.

“I think you're being over dramatic.” Wrong move Harry. “It wasn't like I was making out with her!”

“You're joking right?” She scoffed and scooted further up her bed to create more distance. “Harry it's the simple fact that you did something that made me uncomfortable that shouldn't have even happened. I see myself getting married to you and it makes me worry that right now in our relationship you can't respect my boundaries!” She yelled. Harry’s eyes widened as he laughed sarcastically.

“Married? What the fuck are you on about? I'm a junior in college. In what world would it make sense for me to be prepping a relationship for marriage? Once again I think you're being over dramatic.” Her eyes watered hearing Harry's statement.

“I- I guess I'm the only one in this relationship thinking about the future? I thought we were on the same page. I'm not planning our marriage now, obviously. I'm thinking about how elements of our relationship now could play out in the future when we do want to get married. You cheated on me last night. I went to a party you begged ME to go to only to be there for you. I wanted to be here cuddling with you, pigging out on fast food but I was at a party with you and got cheated on!” Her volume rises once again, making Harry shove his chair from underneath him when he stands up.

“You're doing too much right now. I'm not planning a future right now because I don't want this future! I want to be myself without thinking about how to appease my girlfriend. I invited you to the party so you could lighten the fuck up. I love you, I do, but I'm not thinking of marriage and futures. I'm thinking about my life right now and having fun.” Harry snapped right back at her. Her chin wobbled. Obviously her and Harry were on different pages. It hurt so much to hear him say that he didn't want a future with her. Harry didn't mean it though.

“Ok, well I guess that's my fault for assuming we were thinking along the same lines. Um, I don't want to hold you back from being yourself so with that being said, you are a free man Harry.” She pushed herself up from her bed walking to the door ready to escort Harry out.

“Huh? Love, what?” Harry was confused on how they got to this point. Just a few days ago they were in love, meeting in the library to share a lunch and exchanging sweet words determined by their love.

“Listen I have a day full of exams tomorrow so if you could just leave that would be best. You don't really want this so I'm letting you go, Harry.” She had tears rolling down her face, falling from her eyes down to her chin where they fell to the ground in droplets. Harry’s eyes welled up watching his love cry before him.

“I don't-”

“Harry, leave, please.” She opened the door making room for him to go through. He walked through the door turning to look at her. She turned her face away from him whispering a small goodbye before shutting the door. Harry was left in the silent hallway, so silent he could hear his thoughts and the tears hitting the tile floor beneath him. He thinks he stood there for at least thirty more minutes before accepting what had happened and walking away.

Leaving Y/N in her room sobbing like she had never done before. Her tears coated her face and she thought her head could explode right then and there. She didn't want to accept what had happened but she had priorities. She composed herself enough to start studying for her exams.

The week rolled by quickly, Monday meeting Friday in a flash. Exams were done and Christmas break was on the horizon. Students were piling off of campus in a hurry ready to get home to their loved ones. People were outside by cars loading up their winter necessaries and saying their goodbyes to their close friends.

Harry cried everyday this week. He wasn't normally a crier. He hated crying, he hated the feeling of crying and the headache that came from it. He cried because he realized how wrong he was. He missed Y/N. He missed finals week dinner together where they tried to get off campus at least once and be alone for a moment. He missed watching her relax while eating food that wasn't from their school's cafeteria. He would pay for their meal just so she could have one less thing to worry about. They would normally get frozen yogurt right after too, Y/N getting as many toppings as she wanted because Harry would be the one paying. He missed her tight after exam hugs. She would squeeze his shoulders tight, smiling into his neck, telling him how proud she was of him. She would bring him tea in the morning when they met for breakfast. Sometimes they would spend the night in one or the others room so they could have time together to destress and just talk.

Y/N wasn't doing any better. She normally went into exam week feeling confident. She studied too hard not to. But this week she felt like shit. Her heart hurt and she kept thinking about the fight. She feels like she overreacted but hearing Harry talk about their lack of a future hurt nonetheless. She really assumed that they did have a future that included marriage and a life together. She didn't understand where his sudden lack of commitment came from. She regretted dumping him but at the same time she wished he did more to get them back together but he was silent. He hasn't contacted her at all and avoided all of their spots on campus all together.

She stood by her car prepping for her six hours car ride back home. Packing away her clothes and some essentials in the trunk of her car, she heard light footsteps behind her. Closing her trunk she turned to see Harry standing with his hands in his pockets.  

“Hi.” He said. She looked at him, putting her own hands in her pockets. It was cold outside, the nippy air hinting at a possibility of snow.

“Hi Harry.” They shared a moment of silence together. Just staring at each other. It felt good to be near each other again. They felt like they could breathe again.

“I had to see you before you left. I know the break is only a month but I didn't want to leave without seeing you.” He replied quietly. She made him feel so shy. Her beauty always made him awestruck. Even in a hoodie with their college's logo and some large sweatpants and some fuzzy crocs, she was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“I don't know what to say harry.”

“It's ok. I don't deserve anything from you after what I said. I just wanted to apologize and wish you a good break before you left. I also wanted to give you this.” He pulled a small box and envelope out of the front pocket of his backpack. “I know we agreed on no presents but I think thats a dumb rule and I love you too much to not get you something.” She smiled at his words, taking the gift from his hands.

“Thank you Harry, it means a lot to me. So what are your plans for a break?” She asked him, the tension that was in the air slowly dissipating.

“I couldn't get a flight home until next wednesday so i'll stay here on campus until then.” He shrugged.

“Oh ok. Well tell Anne I said hi. I have to go Harry but I'll see you after the break, ok?” She didn't want to leave him but she didn't want to drive through the dark.

“Ok, love. Drive safe. I lov- I mean have a good break.” Her chest tightened at his hesitation. She wants to hear him say the words but she knows he won't.

“Have a good break Harry.” She whispered. Before getting in her car she stood on her toes placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Rubbing her thumb across his cheek and turning away and into her car.

She drove away knowing that her heart was left in that parking lot in the hands of someone she loves way too much.

Harry stood in the parking lot watching his heart drive away for winter wanting nothing more than to be with her.

Part two

[glitt3r-litt3r]

can u do everlark where katniss is actually pregnant during catching fire and she gives birth during mockingjay. this is after they rescued peeta. and basically peeta is like freaking out about having to kill katniss and when katniss first goes to see him he starts to freak out at her but he immediately stops when he sees the baby. obviously he's still weary of her but he's distracted because he's just so emotional over the fact that he has a child.

happy valentine's day in panem boo!!!!

Happy Valentine's Day in Panem!!!! Sure babe I can definitely write this. I hope you don’t mind me turning it into a 3 part series! Timeline is a little wonky but imagine she got pregnant during the victory tour. Flashbacks in italics! 

Enjoy!!!

Little Bird Part 1

Katniss POV

“it costs everything that you are” Peetas face is calm and polished, blending in with the lavish chair he sits on. He’s alive and not hurt and his eyes are still blue. I can practically smell the roses through the screen and it makes me gag in my seat. Gale is staring holes into the side of my head but I can’t take my eyes off the screen. My stomach flips suddenly and a hot sweat begins to drip down my neck. 

There’s too many people here

I need to leave right now, Peetas saying something about ending the rebellion but I can only focus on not spewing vomit onto my gray ill fitting jumpsuit. As I walk I realize how tired I am and there’s no way I'll make it back to the room in time. Another wave of nausea hits me as I hold the wall for support. Come on little bird just a little longer.

You’re alive. They haven’t killed you, yet. Yet.....

Vomit fills my throat before I can choke it back and there’s nothing left but to open my mouth and let it run down my chin. Peeta is alive in the capitol. The sudden hope I had in the cafeteria was gone now only filled with dread. A baby. We are having a baby, I am having a baby. I had grieved the loss of someone who was still alive, and now where to put the sorrow but bury it. 

“I’ll see you at midnight.” Even as I said it, something felt wrong. There would be no meeting him at midnight. His eyes were focused on mine, looking for an out. For a way to tell Beetee he wouldn’t be separated from me or his child. 

Don’t let me leave

If I started to cry he would stay. I want too but that feels more like a death sentence than a plea. I’ve always had good survival instincts and I was right. If I had stayed with him they would’ve killed me the minute we got to the capitol. The heat was not helping me, only making everything appear under a haze.  Kiss me again

just once

just give me one more kiss and hug and then it'll leave to the beach with Joanna and I can feel better about turning my back and walking away. Severing limbs has never been my strong suit, once his kindness rooted itself inside my chest there was no removing it. I held my stomach as we walked, for the cameras I told myself. I’ll see you at midnight, by the hanging tree.....

The thought of the hanging tree drew me back to 13 so quickly there was a brief moment when I looked around for my mother to scold me for singing it. After it was banned from my house my father would only sing that song alone with me in the woods. She thought the contents of the song were too sad for children but so was starvation so we never pushed the topic. Slowly I realize she is here, talking to me. 

“Come on Katniss. Let’s get you cleaned up.” She says

“ Come on” Prim is here too, holding my hands and smiling. 

This is when she looks her most beautiful. Ever so helpful little girl who seems to be more put together than I do on most days. They lead me back to the room, clean me and put me in a new outfit. When I sleep, Peeta comes to me again.

There are holes in my memories the size of landfills but one thing stays. The arena. In almost perfect detail. The worse I worry about Peeta the more he visits me at night. Cleaning him off and feeding him in the first one. Realizing I'd never be apart from him again in front of the cameras. The feeling of him enveloping me on that beach, covering me in an invisible shield of his words. His hands handing me my pearl, the curve of his unmoving chest when he hit the forcefield, the way his hair dripped in the dense air of the jungle. I’ve never been so aware of the way someone looks, how they move, the way they laugh. 

“Nobody needs me” There’s no sorrow in his eyes, he’s kind of smiling at me actually. He’s so sure he’s right it makes anger flash through me. How could he sit here and with his whole chest believe that nobody would be happy if he lived. If not for me at least for whatever is growing inside me. The waves crash again in the background and I’ve grown to understand why Finnick loves the water. So calming and unapologetic, so blue. His eyes stay steady on mine.

“I do. I need you.” 

under the false sunset it feels more romantic than what I really want to say. which is, I can’t do this without you. You need to live because you’re a better person than me in every way and I won’t be able to live without you. This baby is doomed so let me die and let them come with me. He must read my mind quickly, because he’s kissing me. I can’t focus on anything other than this, his soft parted lips pulling me back from the dark corners in my mind, in a way only he knows how. Peeta is simultaneously unraveling me and putting me back together, making a new with my scraps, turning me into something beautiful and free. Turning me into a bird, woven words of love and a dying song in the back of my throat. I hope he can feel it, how much I meant what I said. So when he pulls back, our usual stopping point in front of the cameras, I grab the back of his head and hold him there. Stay with me. 

I wake with a start, sitting up quickly clutching my stomach. The sudden movement was hard to make and I’m out of breath by the time I realize where I am. Prim lays asleep in the bed next to my mother, holding the end of her braid like she did when she was a toddler. The bassinet Plutarch gifted me sits at the end of the bed, empty and hollow looking. Soon it will be alive with the shrill cries and soft sounds. It will hold the most precious little girl the world has ever seen. Her little peeps and small hums. Nothing could stop my smile now.

There’s going to be a baby in there in about 2 weeks. Peeta’s baby. Our baby. I spent 2 months in denial. It took 4 months for me to even say the word baby. Took Gale 6 months to look me in the eyes. All those times I shut down the ideas of having kids, even with him, who I trusted with my life. He avoided me any way he could, if we weren’t needed together he didn’t stick around. In that time I grew to miss him more and more. I thought Peeta was dead and that Gale would do what he had always done and kept my family safe. While I missed him, being around him brought so much guilt I could hardly stand it. 

One time he looked up while Coin was discussing a new propo, something about how ‘The Mockingjay carries the child of the future’, and our eyes met briefly before my knee’s gave out and Boggs had to catch me. He hadn’t stayed to see if I was okay, left quickly and silently without being dismissed while everyone fret over my health. I thought he severed our friendship, cut out the rotting meat to salvage what was left of his heart.

The weeks following that revelation were the worst of my pregnancy so far. I was grieving both Peeta and Gale, it left me hollow and bitterly resentful of the thing growing in-between my ribs. I wanted it gone, I wanted to be rid of it. I felt so horrible for thinking like this, cried myself sick until Prim had me sedated and in the hospital for a week under observation. She was kind enough to remind me that the baby would probably have Peetas curls and smile and if we were lucky, his kind soul. This sent me into hysterics once again but once I had finally leveled again I realized she was right. 

If I couldn’t get Peeta back this baby was the next best thing. I would cling to it hoping to catch glimpses of him in between all the stubborn parts that would mostly be me. She would be perfect. 

Now, a certain fondness has rooted itself inside my stomach. Before I was pregnant the thought of carrying a child was far scarier than being in the games. Watching my child become a victim before they had even opened their eyes, a slave to the capitol and a puppet in a sick show of power. Watching their name get called in the reaping used to wake even my mother up with my screaming nightmares. It was out of the question, Katniss Everdeen would not be having children in this lifetime. 

Damn you Peeta.

Something weird flooded my head then. It started at the top and traveled slowly over me, goosebumps raised on my arms and the tops of my thighs. It was excitement, and hope. Such deadly things I thought I crushed at the ripe age of 12. Those parts of me, the parts that disappointed me, were to be locked away now showing up in the middle of the night. Sneakily they crept into my head and now they were planting themselves in my future. 

Peeta is alive, we can save him. He can meet our baby. 

Just then a kick, followed by another. A tiny jolt of life courses through me and I feel more alive than I have in weeks. 

Sleep comes easy now at the thought of Peeta holding our little bird in his arms.

[beann-e]

“ honestly Suna sometimes it feels like your just sitting there — calculating — thinking of ways that you can piss me off” you let out in a huff of anger as you slammed your hand onto the arm rest placed in the middle of the car. Voice loud enough to be heard from a mile away and then some “ And then you don’t even fucking care “

“ I’m sorry you feel that way “

“ seriously ? seriously Suna “

“ oh I’m sorry would you like me to say it jokingly? “

The silence that towered over the both of you was tall and it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon “ WELL WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY “ his hand came up to run down his face as he sighed

“ look I'm sorry baby but — “

“ but nothing — I'm tired Rin—I'm tired of you screwing with me“ you groaned “ honestly at this point just fuck off “

he moved to pull the keys from the car unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the car door as your jaw hung open “ what the fuck Suna — “

“ I'm fucking off you ungrateful bit—“

“ you asshole — all of a sudden you take everything literal right ?? huh only when you want to right “

“ y’know what— no you fuck off —ok y/n “

“ see that’s what I'm talking about “

“ honestly I doubt you even know what you were talking about in the first place “

your steps quickened as you followed after the male who stopped at your front door imputing the code and opening your house door “ This is what I mean by you keep fucking with me Suna “

“ oh “ he moved to sit down on the couch arms flung behind it and legs spread wide out in front of him. “ is it really— because , the 40 minute argument in the car about your best friend hitting on me didn’t quite make that clear “ he scoffed shaking his head along with it “ your shitty reasoning must of gotten lost on one of the many streets of Japan y/n “

His eyes glowing body perking up with his next sentence “ yknow what how about you go find it hmm then we can have this little talk sometime later -- preferably when I'm sleeping id hate to be awake for another one of your hellish complaints babe.”

your anger was only growing as the argument continued “ you fucking douchebag I bet you don’t even know why I'm pissed off “

He let out a small sigh of a laugh his legs shaking and hitting each other in a wave before they resumed their earlier position “ I don’t“

“ and you don’t care either do you “

“ I don’t “

Your heart broke for the first time ever in your relationship with the stoic male after hearing his words and tone. In all the time you and your boyfriend had been together you two never argued about his lack of emotion or care.

It never bothered you

It never affected you

until it did

4 hours ago

You smiled up at the taller male as his mouth continued to run while talking to the rest of his volleyball team. This was the first time you’d ever seen him talk for more than 5 minutes with anything other then yeah’s and small mhmms.

The both of you had been invited to a class reunion and you only decided to go because of his new teams constant nagging

Suna had been telling you all week to find something else to do and that you didn’t have to go with him. That it would be too boring and long and that you would be better off having fun without him.

Of course you put up a fight but, ultimately lost and decided to hang out by yourself for the earlier half of the day spending last weeks paycheck on this weeks shopping spree

it felt nice to treat yourself but you couldn’t help but want to treat your boyfriend too. The thought of him being bored alone plagued your mind and you had to get it out.

The only way to do that was to go to the reunion.

Now how you imagined it would go is you show up in your fancy new dress surprising him smile a bit , talk up some of the host and sneak your way in and then mingle and go home and cuddle and kiss your boyfriend all night

funny thing is somewhere in that prewritten script you had created you didn’t realize imagination is not always reality.

The sight of your boyfriend leaning against a wall with a glass in his hand and his other on the string of your best friends dress had you reeling in the disgust that you wanted to spill so badly on the floor right now

All you’d done was go to the restroom but now you sat with your eyes widening while you watched his eyebrows come together in annoyance with the string that wouldn’t come undone.

Your best friend faced away from him back to his chest and a small smile on her face. Cheeks heated from his touch and in that moment you cursed her for having a look on her face that made it visible how much she enjoyed his warmth. You wished she didn’t make it so obvious how the closeness to your boyfriend was making her feel

how it was encouraging her

Your heart broke when you seen Suna finally relax and blow air out of his cheeks before nodding softly almost thanking the gods that he figured it out and it was over

Your feet moving before you could even process what to say to either of them.

“ y-y/—“

your hand came in contact with your best friends face before she could even finish the loud slap echoing through the room as everyone turned to find the source of the noise

Eyebrows raising when they noticed it was not only a slap but a full on one sided battle between you and the girl who everyone seen as nice and quiet during your school years

They never knew of the undercover bitch that was lurking behind the surface. They’d never see the way she was smirking as she took every hit given to her in stride. Your boyfriends hands wrapping around your torso as he looked down and seen that you were hovering over her ripping her to bits

You never letting go of the grip your thighs held around her own as she whispered to where only you could hear “ aw poor y/n’s defending someone that doesn’t even want em—gonna go to jail for someone so unloyal huh “

Your eyes lit up with pure hatred as the security made their way over to you reaching to take you from Sunas hold and lessening your grip on the woman beneath you

“ sir we need you to let her go “

“ don’t touch me until you actually make it all the way to police academy you fucking lowlife. “ you spit out “ how the hell do you only make it to security much less high school reunion security “

“ the hell do you know — you don’t even know how hard police academy is asshole “

“ ah I bet your kids’ll be real proud “ your eyes squinted at his name tag “ todd — you kiss your wife with that mouth “

you laughed eyes rolling from him to suna “ or are you like this asshole and kiss your mistress with it instead ? huh toodles ? “

“ ha — ‘m gonna have fun with you--ya little prick. sir — let ‘em go or else i’ll pull out the big guns — they snuck in here and now their disrespecting an officer “

“ big guns “ your laugh circulated through the room “ ‘k sure let me stop before I get pepper sprayed “

“ my hands already on the trigger you lil bitc— “

“ hey “ sunas voice growled behind you “ watch who the fuck your talking to toodles“

“ just— get—get the fuck off dude I didn’t go to police academy so I could avoid this — their full on disrespecting me come on man get off“ your face scrunched up in annoyance as you saw the security look like they were about to cry

“ well I mean — “ he sighed “ it’s not like your a real officer right“ suna sighed out as he began to bite his lip in worry “ I mean we can let this slide right ? “ he nodded looking towards the males name badge “ uh toodles“

He coughed “ todd — I mean todd “

“ I’m sorry but, even if I could “ his gaze dead set on you “ which I really don’t want to — seeing as though they disrespected me “

His voice sounding proud as he continued “ and I'll have you know I'm security guard of the mouth asshole “

“ oh whoop dee fucking do Tinkerbelle ”

“ y-fucking-/n “ you could feel the way Suna was seething above you breath hot and you could tell his face was made up in a snarl “ if you don't shut the fuck up I swear on Atsumu’s unwashed boxers ill leave your ass prison letters starting tonight “

“ see —— sir I'm trying “ he sighed “ I really am trying to let this go but — “

“ their with me — “

“sure “ he scoffed “ I'll need to see some relations or — “

“ their my s/—their my plus one “ his eyes moved to look at everyone surrounding you guys then back to the position he now held you in before finally dropping you to the floor. Your heart dropping and ears tuning everything out from that point on.

Everything on mute until you got in the car and were finally met with his low voice as he buckled you in and walked to his side turning the car on “ y/n “

You turned to look out the window “ y/n that — “

His voice was so hard but so weak “ y/n that was so fucking embarrassing “ Your body shivered at his words

“ having to watch my fucking s/o almost get fucking arrested “

His hands tightened their grip on the wheel “ then turning around and having to talk you out of it in front of our whole graduating class “

his voice went deadpanned as he swerved a bit on the road mixing lanes “ and — and my team — oh fuck my team “

he started to breathe a bit heavier as you began to feel bad hearing the sadness in his voice. His body shifting in his seat “ all so you could “

he laughed a bit at the situation “ all so you could take your ugly ass insecurities out on your friend ? “

he scoffed looking from you to the road and back to you “ when did you two even stop being friends huh ? did I miss that or ?? do friends just go out and leave bruises on each other or is that something new? What-- is it like a new TikTok trend -- a fashion statement huh ?? the fuck is it because, I'm not a friend person so maybe you know something I don’t “

He scoffed “ maybe — maybe I'll never be a friend person after something like that. If friends are just beating each other’s asses in broad day light out the fucking blue then I'll just stick with ‘tsumu at least I know I can beat his ass if he were to pull some shit like that “

‘ friend ‘ you thought silently

“ poor kid didn’t even see it coming “ he shook his head at you turning back to the road “ holy hell that’s shameful y/n “

he whispered “ I don’t even wanna think about the rumors that’ll spread about us tomorrow “

The car was quiet only for a minute as Suna re arranged his thoughts before he could beat into you again “ friend Suna ? “

your voice was dry “ Rin do friends help each other out of their clothes ? “

your eyebrows creased “ do they focus so intently on another woman while their own is in the same room “

“ I didn’t know you were there “

“ SO YOU ONLY TAKE FRIENDS CLOTHES OFF WHEN IM NOT THERE “

“ NO I “

“ YOU ONLY TOUCH OTHER WOMEN WHEN IM NOT THERE “

“ y/n jus— “ he took a deep breathe and let it out “ just shut up its not like that “ he let out an uncomfortable and tired scoff of a laugh “ it wasn't like that “

“ it’s always shut up Suna it’s never ‘ what’s wrong y/n ‘ ‘ are you ok y/n ‘ it’s just ‘ shut up I don’t wanna talk so you don’t wanna talk either ‘ “

you locked eyes with the male in front of you “ I'm done Rin I'm— I'm done “

“ you cant leave me-- heh not after that shit you pulled back there  “ 

“ fuck if I cant--you don't look like my legs to me and as far as I know their still Bluetooth connected to my mind so-- “

“ you'll be an overnight clown you-you need me y/n “ he shook his head “ we need each other “ 

“ no you need volley ball because you need money-- because guess what asshole as of right now-- your homeless”

“ fuck you as if “

“ we’re over Suna don't let my words finally hit you when you walk out the shitty door”

“ that’s fine by me “ he scoffed “ get the hell out for all I care — I'll pack your shit for you “

“ no— I'll pack your shit asshole your living  in my house bottom feeder “

“ if you don’t shut the fuck u— “

“ then what ? huh what — you’ll leave me “

“ I swear to god I'll —”

“ you’ll what cheat on me with my best friend ah I'm so scared — “ your voice holding nothing but mock enthusiasm “ I can just imagine the way you’ll kiss her when I'm not there — these thoughts for some reason almost feels real y’know “

you watched as the man you’d taught yourself to love for 7 years since high school finally walked out the door. His perfume from earlier still hanging in the air long after the door slammed. Your mind racing when you were finally brought to one thought

‘ how did we end up like this and how the hell do we get back ‘

[lowlights]

First I’d like to say congrats on your huge milestone!!! You absolutely deserve all the love and all the praise and all the cookies! Or pastries or whatever you prefer lol.

Second, I would like to talk about Frankie maybe? For a minute, if you don’t mind? (Also a bit of tmi ahead - I’m not squeamy but I don’t want to upset anyone)

Today I had an hour long gynecologist appointment and had to have a drain tube placed in my bartholin gland bc it was blocked (it has to stay here for 4 weeks with no penetration of fingers or even tampons 😞) and I’m overwhelmed and uncomfortable and upset and every other thing and I don’t have anyone to comfort me. I cried the entire hour long drive home and was only greeted by my dog.

Could you maybe talk about how Frankie would help comfort his girl, and reassure her that she’s okay, and just idk the softest syrupy shit that our sweet man would do for his girl. And if not that’s also 100% okay and I respect your decision!

Oh, honey. I'm so sorry. I'm not squeamish either, but I'm going to throw this whole thing under the cut just for people that might be. But I want you to know first and foremost that I know what it's like to come home to just your dog. My dogs have had a lot of tears cried into them. Also, I go through a lot of medical things myself with chronic illness, so I can relate a bit to this.

Talk of medical things, crying, mentions of sex, lots of fluff, TLC under the cut.

You cry all the way home from the appointment, the road blurring with your tears that you don't even bother to wipe away. When you pull into your driveway, Frankie's truck is already parked in its usual spot. That's weird - it's still too early for him to be home from work.

You try to pull yourself together, not wanting to upset Frankie. As soon as you walk into the house, you smell your favorite candle burning. You drop your bag and coat on a chair, not even bothering to hang anything up. Your dog greets you and you can barely manage to give them a little pet as you walk by slowly, uncomfortable from the procedure and the long drive home.

"Babe?" you hear Frankie call from the next room. "You home?"

You open your mouth to call back to him, but no sound comes out. You think if you do try to talk, the dam will break again and all the pain you're trying to hide below the surface will spill out. So you just nod, as though he can see you through the wall that separates you.

After a moment, Frankie comes walking around the corner. "Hey, I thought I heard the door open." He sees your face and is immediately at your side. "Baby, what's wrong? What happened?" The concern on his face breaks your heart wide open, and the second he puts his hand on your cheek, you fall apart.

You sob into his chest and he holds you tightly, his strong arms wrapped around you. He murmurs comforting things against the crown of your head in between the soft kisses he presses against your hair. He doesn't pressure you to talk or even move until your tears start to subside.

"Can you sit and tell me about it?" he asks. You nod so he leads you to the couch, helping you to get comfortable before sitting right up next to you, arm around your shoulder.

You tell him everything. Everything the doctor did and said. How you were freaked out the whole time. How you wish the home remedies had worked, but they didn't. How you had to have this procedure and it was going to affect your life for the next few weeks.

Frankie listens without interrupting, only giving a nod or a hum of understanding as you talk and rubbing your arm. When you get through it all and the tears threaten to come back, he tilts your face so that he can give you a gentle kiss.

"I should have been there, I should have driven you. I even got let go from work early today. Fuck, baby, I'm sorry," he tells you, remorse evident on his face.

"No, it's ok. It wouldn't have changed anything," you promise him. You hesitate before telling him the last bit. "There's something else, though. Something that might upset you. I can't...you know...do anything for the next four weeks."

Frankie looks confused. "You mean you can't do any heavy lifting or something?"

You shake your head no. "I mean I can't do anything. With you. I can't have sex. I can't even put in a damn tampon!"

Frankie looks at you, serious as can be, and takes your hand in his. "Babe, I don't care in the slightest. If I made you feel like that would be a big deal to me, I'm so sorry. I just want you to be healthy. I love you more than anything."

"I just didn't want to disappoint you," you say softly.

"You could never disappoint me," he says. You smile, just a little one.

Frankie flips into pilot mode, ready to take action. You can see it on his face. "Alright, tell me what we need to get. What did the doctor say to get?"

You outline everything, including what you need from the pharmacy. Antibiotics, pain meds, and sanitary pads. You stutter a bit at that last part, but Frankie just asks you to explain which ones ("That aisle is too damn big") and makes notes on his phone. He brings you your favorite pillow and blanket, calling your dog to curl up in his place as he moves around the house. Before you know it, you are as cozy and comfortable as possible with a cup of hot tea, Netflix pulled up on the TV, and the curtains next to you open just a little bit so you can feel some sunshine on your face.

"I'm gonna run to get everything you need and I'll be back in 30. Pick out a good show for us to watch. I called both of our bosses and took off tomorrow- I'm just gonna stay here and take care of you, alright?"

You nod with a sad smile. He loves you so much.

He leans down to kiss you. "It sucks, but it's just a few weeks. We can do this. I've got you."

----

A/N: I'm sorry that you're going through this, love! Hopefully, this brings you a little bit of comfort. Take care x

[levisgirll]

hi cutie! 💖🥺

i got request for u because i know you'll make an awesome work 🥺 what about Levi's marriage proporsal headcanons/fic? i just thought he will be so sweet~ :D

you don't have to do them if you don't want to!~

take care mina, have a good day 💖🥺✨

𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

text: Heya An 🥺 tysm for your sweet words and for this amazing request!! and I would GLADY do this request :,) (i rlly hope you like it 💖) Also have a great day!! and make sure to take care of yourself, love you! ✨. this really gave me feels writing this i-

synopsis: Levi has decided to propose to Y/N after such a long tough journey and finally out of the walls. The end of the battle and the war. He wanted to live outside the walls with his only special Y/N. How will he proposal Y/N though? And how will he act?

soft & cute fluff, modern au ♡ —

Finally...Levi is going to do it 'Today'. No more backing away. He had it all planned out and everything. Why was he still...hesitant?

"I wonder how Y/N will react....will they even like the ring I got for them..?" Levi said as he was hold the ring box and looking at it.

'Wait....Will they even say yes?' He put it back on the drawer and start pacing around.

'Ugh...I cant believe this...I am actually being nervous? Fuck...I find killing 40 titans at the same time way easier than this...so much for used to being called humanity's 'strongest' solider'. Fucking hell.'

He stopped, and turned around. 'No...If I don't then someone will take Y/N away from me.' That got him back up and he finally took out the ring box he had there for a month now. He will do it. Today.

Levi is such a private man and he loves that only between you guys. Not really a big fan with bringing everyone together and all, he couldn't even think words clearly when he looks at you and stutters, so how will he do that with EVERYONE here while proposing and saying what he thinks his ‘cliché’ speech? Hell no.

He wanted it to be so special. He wanted to remember this memory and grave that in both of your minds. He was going to propose to his lover this evening.

He had the idea already figured out, and it took him around a month to prepare it and get it perfect. He was doing this all while seeing you everyday, and had to try and hide it from you. Which kind of made you a bit of suspicious. He would usually go out during the afternoon to that 'same' expensive ring shop and stand there for 3 hours trying to pick the perfect ring.

"Um...Sir, I can help you if you would like?" The retail assistant would say as she approached Levi who had such a serious look, as if he was making a life or death decision. "No. I need to pick this, cant be someone else." He would say and his eyes glued to the collection of beautiful rings. He takes a long time to buy that ring just for 'you' that day. Nothing but full of his love all poured into it as he finally picked one.

He called up the people to set up and get ready with the preparation today at 10pm.

After he hanged up, he went to his contacts and pressed 'My Dearest'.

Y/N picked up, “H-Hey Love, how are you hm?" Shit. Why did I fucking stutter, I hate my life. He would say cursing himself under his breathe.

You picked that up, and started to chuckle which made his heart flutter. "I'm alright love! Just out with Sasha and Christa shopping....Is something wrong?"

Levi: "No. Can I see you tonight at 10pm? I will pick you up." Please say yes for this....

"Hmm...Yup sure! See you then, Love you!" You said that so cheerfully that he wanted to see you 'now' and hold you.

"Great. I love you too Y/N." He said that and he was holding his phone so tightly. This is it.

It was 10pm, and Levi has picked you up. You looked so amazing and beautiful to him, that he just stood there and gazed at you so lovely, losing his focus.

You started to blush, "Levi..." you said as you waved your hand at him.

"Oh...Um...You look gorgeous." Fuck Levi why do you keep messing up, I haven't even take them there yet.

Levi then took you to one of the top 10 hotels that they had, but this one was special. It was a beach resort hotel! When you both got in to check in, everything was made in glass, sparkling everywhere. But you were the one sparkling beautifully to him.

"Oh my god Levi...I did not expect this! If you told me we were going to a beach resort I would have dressed up so pretty."

“Tch, dont be silly. You are already pretty.." He said that as his cheeks had a faint red blush.

As you guys checked in, you sat and laid on the bed on your back. “Hmm, so what is the occasion Levi?" You go straight to the point which got him off guard. Of course you would ask.

"Nothing, Just that I remembered you wanted to come here so I decided to take us both here today" His heart was now racing. He was actually going to do it. You looked outside and saw the beautiful beach shore.

“Oh lets go check it out!!". You got excited and got up from the bed.

“No! Not now...lets get comfortable and change. I even bought you a gift. If you want to wear it...and we can head to the beach shore, Hm? Ill see you there.”

Weird. Levi would always go to places with you and he has always waited for you, but today was different.

As you changed to the outfit Levi bought for you, you went towards the sliding glass door to open it and stepped outside to find Levi.

As you stepped outside and wore the sandals that was there, you headed  towards the beach shore which was kind of dark. Not much lights.

“L-Levi..!!” You yelled out, a bit nervous. As soon as you called out his name, lights started to brighten as you were approaching the shore and you see beautiful decorations that was hanged up, full of beautiful roses, lilies and others that were glooming with the light.

You see Levi standing by the shore, and he turned around. “Y/N.”

He called out your name instead of ‘love’ which meant that he was serious.

You started to get worried. What's going on? You stopped and stood beside him looking at him.

“Remember...When we first saw the ocean...and first stood at the beach shore.” He said that as his grey eyes were looking at the waves that were driven by the wind so calmly.

“Yea...I do remember it clearly. It was one of my best moments.”

He continued. “We...won, and some of our comrades survived, but...we did it and got through it and I am glad you are here alive with me.” He started to sound....sad? “I never expected this new lifestyle and to be honest, I am glad I am living it with you by my side....You.” He stopped and turned around to look at you. “Stood by my side till the end Y/N, and believed in me, but...not only that but you also saw me as a human being while everyone thought I was heartless. You gave me hope, and you started to make me feel that I deserved to be loved, and I don't think anyone would have made me feel like this if it wasn't for you.”

You stood there so startled, you eyes started to widen. Is Levi really saying this all...? You knew he was a bit talkative with you only but, this....this is different.

Levi then took out what looked like a seashell..? He was looking at it then, handed it over to you.

“Oh wow, this is so pretty!” You said amazed by how it looked and you looked back at Levi.

“Levi, Thank you for your sweet words...I am so happy hearing that from you.” You said while holding on to it, you couldn't stop smiling.

Fuck just say it Levi. “Y/N, I know I have been the hardest to love....so I want to recreate this beach shore memory with asking you something....”

As he was saying that you noticed the seashell, could open? So you did that...and you saw a beautiful diamond ring shining. You froze.

He held your free hand with both of his warm hands and caressed it, “Y/N, will you...m-marry me?” He said that as he looked directly to your eyes that was open up.

Silence. This made Levi worry so much. He looked down but then noticed tears dripping, which made him look back at you so quickly and you started tearing up as the wind started to blow your hair and the ocean waves crashing.

“Yes...I want to be your Mrs. Ackerman. I want to live the rest of my life with you!!” You said that while crying and this made Levi panic, and he quickly hugged you, covering you with his muscular arms and....he started to cry with you too.

“Y/N, thank you. I won’t fail you, I can’t wait to have moments like this for the rest of our lives.” He went back, and looked at your beautiful face, and proceed to kiss your forehead so lovely.

“Y/N!!! Levi!!” You both got startled and looked to the other side and you saw...all of your friends!

“Oh my god....guys!” You saw everyone from Levi’s squad including Hanji who was screaming out your names and all your friends started to run towards you guys.

You then noticed, the whole beach shore started to brighten and you saw beautiful wedding decorations hanged up, heart balloons, a huge long table filled with delicious savory, desserts and drinks while soft jazz music started to play.

Connie and Sasha rushed with celebration poppers and popped that to everyone and confetti's were all over both of you and everyone started to laugh including Levi.

He actually rented out the whole beach shore just for this special occasion to make a special experience, and even planned a surprise celebration after that with all of your friends.

This went on for what left like forever, and everyone headed back after congratulating both of you and you both went to your beach resort room.

You guys did not sleep that night and actually stayed up together talking about how this special evening went, about the future while holding hands, being cuddled up and leaving each other soft kisses throughout the conversation.

Now, everytime you think or even go to the beach shore, you think of Levi’s amazing romantic proposal. This man really took a long time figuring this out and wanted it special cause you deserved that.

And, whenever you look at his steel grey gaze, you saw the love he had for you, and you saw your soon to be husband that you will spend the rest of your life with.

ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴀɴᴅ it ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇʟᴛᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ !! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅs ᴛʜɪs ᴄ: IF ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ! ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ 🥺 ♥

[spoofymcgee]

Cody wakes to fluttering kisses trailed through the dip where his neck and shoulder meet and over his bicep. Obi-Wan's beard scratches a soft accompaniment to his lips down Cody's chest, all the way to his navel. He presses warm fingertips to the bare skin just above the hem of his blacks.

"Mmm. No," Cody rasps, slipping a hand over his partner's when Obi-Wan mistakes is as a request to stop. "Not that. I thought we were sleeping late today. Victory morning. Get up at oh-nine-hundred instead of o'five."

"We were," Obi-Wan hums, nuzzling into Cody's side. "But I hear the very distinct sound of an upset small child. And I realized that neither Waxer nor Boil, to my knowledge, have much experience with any sentient life form younger than four standard."

Cody groans, sliding a hand into Obi-Wan's hair.

"I know, my dear," Obi-Wan says, eeling up so his head rests next to Cody's, tracing what might be letters on his collarbone.

"But sleep," Cody protests weakly, sliding his head along the pillow until it presses against Obi-Wan's.

"I love you," Obi-Wan reminds him, pressed flush and warm, skin against skin on Cody's side. A strip of morning light illuminates the constellation of freckles sprayed across his cheekbones.

"I'll be completely honest with you," Cody says, pressing a kiss to his Jedi's brow. "Sleep is worth more to me than all the love in the world right now."

He's joking, and he's nearly sure Obi-Wan knows it, but he slides a hand between then and squeezes Obi-Wan's hip lightly to drive it home.

"You can stay, if you like," Obi-Wan says, and he's too well-trained to let a tremor of doubt into his voice, but Cody can feel the way he tenses slightly with the words. He doesn't feel comfortable confronting Waxer on his own. He's always been so careful with them, Obi-Wan. Ever a mile away from boundaries they didn't have the rights to set, respecting them despite that. It's part of why Cody loves him so deeply.

"Or," Obi-Wan continues, slowly, "You can come put the fear of the sheer unbridled force that is Commander Cody sans the three hours of sleep he's owed into everyone who participated in this ill-fated adventure. And I might be persuaded to take a break from reports later this afternoon to make up on the sleep we've lost."

Cody sighs, put-upon, but it's not like he's going back to sleep now. And really, he was looking forward to Obi-Wan being there much more than the sleep itself, and Obi-Wan will never be comfortable when there's someone in distress. Cody won't be either, now that he knows. "Alright."

Obi-Wan grins, leaning up and over to make a bid for Cody's mouth.

"Hello, Waxer," Cody drawls, leaning against the wall next to the door.

"Commander," Waxer acknowledges, stiff and frazzled.

"What've you got there?"

Waxer's lips thin, and he doesn't answer. Cody sighs. "Vod, we talked about this yesterday--"

"It's not fair!" Waxer bursts out. The baby starts crying anew, and he bounces it back to quiet hiccups before continuing in a lower tone. "I can't--I want to--"

"We can arrange that," Cody says nearly silent. Waxer freezes. "But it's with us, or with them," he gestures to the children, listening with rapt attention to Boil as he recounts one of Ghost Company's cleaner missions over breakfast rations. "You can't have both."

"Why not?" Waxer demands, in a smaller voice. He knows the answer already, has known it since he first set eyes on these children. "They don't have anything or anyone. They were living on the streets."

"A warzone is no place for a child," Cody says. "I'm sorry. But I can't let you put everyone in danger. If you want to stay, tell me. I won't hold it against either of you."

Waxer's shoulders slump, and his head hangs.

Cody steps up into his space, wraps his arms around his brother's shoulder. "I know. I know, I'm sorry."

"S'not your fault," Waxer mumbles, rocking the child in his arms as they start to fuss. "I'm sorry, too."

"We can find them a good home," Obi-Wan offers, stepping into the room. "They'll be safe and happy, I promise."

"...Okay," Waxer agrees, cradling the baby closer. "Can I hold them until then, though?"

Cody relents. "Fine. Don't get too attached, though."

"Too late!" Boil calls, uncharacteristically cheery. The kids giggle, elbowing each other and pointing to Obi-Wan before falling into whispers.

"I do miss the creche," Obi-Wan remarks, pulling back with Cody.

"Well," Cody considers, "I can't offer you children, unless you'd like to stay here, which I don't advise, because Boil gets territorial. But what do you say to breakfast? I have a couple of spare credits from some odd jobs I did last time we had shore leave."

"Alright," Obi-Wan agrees, taking his hand. "But only as long as you let me buy you that sweater you wanted."

"You drive a hard bargain, general," Cody teases, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan's temple. "But I think we can come to an agreement."

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[scarlet2007]

BTS reaction #1:- When they kidnapped you. Hyung line.

Warning:- Kidnapping, stalking, mental illness, hacking, yandere! bts, mafia, use of drug, guns.

Masterlist.

Seokjin/Jin.

You sighed as you walk towards Seokjin's room. Working at an asylum is hard and exhausting, especially if your working for the most wanted serial killer who also runs a mafia and does killing as his 'hobby'. You don't understand why they gave you his case, you have just started your carrier, maybe cause you are the only person willing to put up with his disturbing shit.

"Why are you looking as if you are sick, princesses?" Ah, there he is sitting on his chair calling you by the nickname he gave you in your first week of attending him.

"Cause I am sick, Jin," I looked at him, you still wonder how he has not murdered you. You were sure that you were digging your own grave but somehow the mafia leader takes a liking to you, which you don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe he was a bit too touchy but he never really made you uncomfortable, just some innocent hugs and kisses, nothing much or nothing less. You don't have a problem with it as long as he was taking his medicines and therapy.

"Then you shouldn't be here, Princess, and I told you not to come here today why didn't you listened to my warning?" He came closer as you closed the door, he was towering you as he was taller than you and more build-up then you can ever get, it's not like you were a sporty person. You are a lazy potato.

"Jin, it's not the first time you told me that. All those time you warned me not to come at work, nothing happened. Now-" Before you can finish your sentence the emergency alarm went off, warning you that something was wrong.

"What the-? Jin, stay right here! I am going out to check what's going on." You were about to go outside when you heard gunshots coming from outside followed by screaming. Your body froze from the fear you were feeling, seems like someone broke in or a patient got there hands on a gun.

"I told you not to come here today, princess. Now you have to watch these all, my poor innocent baby." Jin walked towards you as you back away from him, maybe this is how you will die, at the hands of a mafia leader who do killing as his 'hobby'.

"Don't come near me, Kim Seokjin, or else I will hurt you." You said in a fake confident voice but your legs gave you out, they were shaking from terror. The gunshots continued outside, the screaming of terror and pain followed by it. Maybe, just maybe, you should have listened to him this time.

"Don't be scared, Princess. I will protect you, don't worry my men will not hurt you as they have given strict instructions to not to just you." He pulled your cowering self in his arms and kissed your head.

"Please...Jin- Let me go, please..." You begged helplessly as your tears began to ruin his shirt, not that he minds it. The door opened and a guy came with a gun, he looked at Seokjin and hand him a bolt, you can't see it because Seokjin pressed your head against his chest.

"Shhh, Princess. Go to sleep." Seokjin pressed a cloth, which you didn't even notice he had, to you mouth as you struggle before the drug kick in your system and you start to lose consciousness.

"Now you are all mine, Princess, all mine and only mine." That was the last thing you heard as your world went black.

Yoongi/Suga.

Yoongi was leaning against the alley wall as he was outside the club he owns as he was smoking, his right hand was bleeding since he just beat someone to death. He has dumped the body on a dumpster, which was were that bastard belongs. He heard some light footsteps but he didn't look up assuming that it was one of his men but when a bandage came in his view he looked up because his men know better than to offer him a bandage. He looked at the person offering him a bandage, he was surprised to see a girl, probably in her early 20s, wearing pyjamas smiling to him.

"Here, you are bleeding Mr." She offered him the bandage which he ignored.

"What are you doing here? This place is not for girls like you, go away before something happens." She made an offended face.

"What do you mean by 'Girls like me?' Just cause I am wearing a pyjamas doesn't mean you can judge me! Here take this bandage." She hands him the bandage but stopped as she eyed the cancer stick on his none injured hand.

"Huh, seems like I have to patch you up since your other hand is busy with that cancer stick." She sighed as she starts to take care of his hand. Yoongi looked at her face silently, wondering why is she not running away from him.

"All done!" She proudly said as she looks at Yoongi's hand. Yoongi looks at his hand, the bandage was done nicely, it even has a cute little bear character. Her phone chimed loudly, startling her.

"Oh? Yeah, yeah, I am coming! Stay where you are! Don't go anywhere!" She starts to walk to the main entrance of the club.

She looks back at Yoongi and yelled," Don't smoke, Mister! It's bad for your health! Take care of your wound, bye!"

Yoongi's eyes followed her as she helps a drunken girl who looks to be her friend into a car. As the car drove away, Yoongi realised that he didn't even get her name. He cursed and kick the wall angrily. Maybe, he will bump into her again.

The next time Yoongi meet you was at a cafe, you were getting a smoothie when Yoongi thanked you for that night.

He asked where did she get the bandage from and you answered by saying that you always carry a mini first aid kit in your car. By the end of the conversation, Yoongi gets to know her name, her number and her.

After that, both of them start to hang out more until Yoongi decided that its time to carry out the plan he has planned. He knows that the instant she finds out that he runs a mafia she is going to run away, which he wouldn't allow. That is why here she is, now drugged, laying on his bed in his mansion. He knows that what he is doing is insane and she is going to hate him for that but in the end, she has to love him again, she has to.

Hoseok/J-hope.

Hoseok first noticed you when you came with your best friend to his dance class, your best friend was looking after you as your mother was out of town.

You and your best friend entered the dance class, "Good evening, sir!" Your best friend exclaimed, making other students look at your way.

"Good evening! Oh? Whose that besides you?" Hoseok looks at you with curious eyes.

"This is my best friend, Y/N! I hope you don't mind her here since I have to look after her cause her mom is in another town."

"Oh, I thought she was your sister since both of you are wearing matching clothes and I don't mind her, why don't you join us, Y/N!"

"Sure, I guess." Those were the first word you said to him.

The dance session went smoothly, you were a born dancer, picking choreography quickly and even help some other students with some complicated moves.

All the things went smoothly until your mother came back to town since your best friend no longer needs to look after you, you stop coming with her to the dance classes.

Hoseok was disappointed to know that but at least he has your number.

From that day onward you and Hoseok start talking to each other every day, each day Hoseok obsession with you increased little by little.

Until one day, he kidnapped, it was not that difficult since you trust him enough to come to an abandoned place without telling anyone where you were going.

"Ohh, little one. I have dreamed of this day from day one, to have you in my arms, protected by me. Now no one can see you or steal you away from me, you are all mine and only mine.

Namjoon/RM.

All you ever wanted was a friend, was that too much to ask for? Well, it seems like it was since here you are hand and legs tied with a thick rope with a ducted tape on your mouth, preventing you from shouting for help.

You tried to make yourself as small as possible as the door opened, revealing you're so-called online best friend.

If only you never went on to message him in the first place, if only you stop talking to him after you told him that he got the wrong number. But you didn't, instead, you keep talking to him, ignoring all the red flags. You just wanted a friend but what you got? A hacker who used to stalk you through your webcam, who has now kidnapped you. You wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to be a psychopath- wait he already is since normal people don't kidnap people daily.

You could never agree to meet him at his house, you could at least told someone where you were going and with who you were meeting but you didn't since you knew that your parents will oppose the idea of you meeting a strange who you only know online.

"Aww, look at you, all curled up. It must be cold and lonely without me right?" No, it wasn't but now it's suffocating that you are here, you wanted to say that but you can't because of the tape and all you don't have a death wish, who knows what this psychopath can do to you if you angered him.

"Now that you are here, where you belong, why don't we get to know each other in person? Well, I know everything about you so it would be fair if you know everything about me too but let's not hurry since you are going to spend your whole life here. Aww, don't cry, I know that you are happy to hear it but don't cry, baby. It makes me feel like I have done something wrong."

Namjoon's reaction is a bit shorter than the other, sorry about that. This is my first ever reaction so please bear with me. I hope you guys like it!

[cherryjuicegf]

Hello love!! Congratulations on the 600 followers, i am so happy for you!! You deserve them and more!! 💕💕 Can i have "athazagoraphobia" of the rare word memes for Geraskier please??

thanks so so much love and thank you for the prompt!! well it seems you opened the angst box and i dove straight into it so this is.. a Thing. hope you enjoy!! 💜

wc: 1.2k, temporary mcd, reincarnation

athazagoraphobia   –   the fear of forgetting, being forgotten or ignored, or being replaced

"What's your greatest fear?"

Jaskier frowns and turns at Essi with a confused smile playing on his lips, slipping between drunkenness and sobriety. The third bottle of wine hangs limply between his middle and index finger. "My what?"

"Come on," Essi chuckles and leans forward conspiratorially. "No one is listening. Your greatest fear, spit it out."

He squints for a moment, thinks about it. Maybe he's too drunk for this. He shrugs. "I don't know. Spiders, maybe."

Essi snorts and nudges him hard enough for him to almost lose his balance. Not that he was steady in the first place. "You're no fun." She looks into the distance, takes a serious face, the one of a poet ready to recite. "Mine is... Illness. Death because of it. To die such a miserable death after everything..." She scrunches her nose, shrugs. "Pathetic."

"You went deep huh?" Jaskier knows he's smiling like an idiot but he's drunk enough not to care about how ridiculous he looks. One would argue he never does anyway.

Essi looks at him and scoffs. "Better than spiders."

The room is illuminated in the soft afternoon light, the very last of a setting sun, red like blood and rose petals. The leaves of the tree outside the window form shadows on the wall, move gently with the late spring breeze. Illusions of the outside world and yet, Jaskier finds himself unable to complain.

He hides into strong arms, inhales the scent of sandalwood and leather. His world is far better than the outside one.

Geralt tightens his embrace and kisses his head, nuzzles into soft hair, salty with sweat. Rough fingertips run up and down his spine in a pleasant tingle. "Are you going to sing about this too?"

Jaskier chuckles, takes a deep breath. In consideration, as if, pretending he doesn't already know the answer. "We're too extraordinary not to be remembered, my love." Great words, he thinks. Still. He believes them too deeply to keep silent.

"I won't forget you."

It feels like a cold wave intruding the hug. Comforting all the same. Jaskier frowns slightly and raises his head, meets amber eyes. So serious. So real. It feels like a promise. And yet. "What?"

Geralt's lips form the faintest of smiles and he swallows, as though revealing his greatest secret. "I won't forget you. Ever." He huffs humourlessly, lowers his eyes. "I can't believe I could even if I tried."

Maybe it's a joke. Maybe his whole heart isn't cradled in Geralt's heart tended to with the most tender care, and maybe being remembered for his love rather than his art is, for once, enough. Maybe. But Jaskier is far from a fool. So he smirks, half-joking, his heart screaming silently. "Even if I forget you?" A last chance. His chance to save a life.

But Geralt is relentless. Of course he is. So he just smiles wider, and leans to place a kiss on his forehead. Lingering. "Even then," his lips caress like a familiar breeze ruffles his hair and Jaskier shivers. "I won't forget you even then."

Darkness. It's cold here, and he's not sure where here is. He thinks, the forest.

It looks like a forest.

He wishes it's a forest.

In a distant memory, he remembers an old fairytale, one his mother used to read to him. Forest nymphs, they have magic. They can heal pain. A fairytale, and yet oh how he wishes for it to be real.

They heal pain.

Something echoes around him, something he's heard before. A whimper. A familiar voice. He thinks it's his own. It can't be. This voice is raspy, hollow. Weak.

His voice was beautiful.

Or maybe it wasn't. He hasn't heard it for a long time to remember.

A scream. Not his.

How comforting, the darkness. The woods feel welcoming, embrace him like wooden tentacles, the rustling of the leaves stroking his ears like a song.

Or a sob. It's not so different anymore.

A scream. Not his. A scream and a name. Still not his.

It can't be.

And suddenly a pang of pain sends agony through his body and he parts his lips, to cry, to wail. He can't. Not anymore.

Forest nymphs. They heal pain.

He's missing a detail.

Someone is standing above him. It's warm. He thinks, he wants to stay here forever. It smells like the woods once did.

But he fears it was too long ago to remember.

Screaming a name, and the face close to his is sharp and bloodied, desperate. He imagined nymphs a lot more beautiful but that'll do.

He's missing a detail.

The numbness spreading all over him doesn't make it easier.

They heal pain. It's warm.

Screaming a name. A detail.

His name.

The nymphs need his name.

Cold dread washes all over him. He doesn't know. He doesn't know. His name. He doesn't know. Remember, remember, remember. He doesn't know.

It's okay, he thinks. This nymph already knows it. They're beautiful.

In another life, perhaps, someone worth meeting.

The pain is less now and the woods dark and comforting. He smiles. He knows now, at least that. He knows he'll stay here forever.

"An espresso please, double shot."

It's early. Painfully early and Jaskier feels his body leaning forward in a craving attempt to return to a horizontal position. He snorts and stares at his phone, not really reading the messages he needs to. His eyelids are dropping.

The message is about an audition he forgot, he supposes.

"You're ready, sir."

A lightning bolt. That's what it felt like.

As Jaskier whips his head up, he's certain getting hit by one is just the same. He knows this voice. He's heard it before.

Before, perhaps in another life.

I won't forget you.

His heart is almost beating out of his chest and his knees are trembling, phone loosely gripped in his hand ready for a dangerous fall.

Even if I do?

He remembers. He parts his lips yet no sound comes out.

The man behind the counter frowns. That beautiful, adorable frown. That expression, the serious one. The one he loves. "Sir?"

Jaskier's voice escapes his lips weak, a whisper. "Geralt?"

The man smiles and shakes his head. His eyes are hazel, shine amber in the morning sun. "Have we met?"

No words, just a whimper, and Jaskier swallows.

He remembers. He remembers everything. After too long. And he hates it.

And suddenly, he feels like he's losing the earth under his feet.

"What's your greatest fear?"

The girl on the table beside him is nice. Kind. Always a smile on her lips. He hasn't asked her name yet, he doesn't know if he will yet. But as the question drops, he freezes.

Only for a moment. He's too drunk to feel any cold. He knows, that's why he drinks anyway.

He smiles, looks into the distance. Silent for a bit.

He still remembers the warmth. The spring breeze, the fingers running up and down his spine. He still remembers the kisses, and the smiles, and that sweet, sweet voice whispering in his ear, I love you, I love you, I won't forget you. I love you.

He still remembers, and curses the one time he didn't.

With the corner of his eye, he spots movement behind the counter of the bar. White hair, a faint smile. He wishes he could stay here forever.

Finally, he turns at her. Shrugs. "I don't know." A chuckle escapes his lips and it's wailing in his ears. "Spiders, maybe."