#fucking sunflowers take forever

[liliesdiary]

Fuck Your Boyfriend, You're Mine.

Yandere Rick Grimes x You

Requested by @versatilehater

cw: stalker!rick grimes, pervert!rick grimes, kidnapping, drugging, dubcon, mentions of cheating, age gap (legal), dark!rick, psycho beard rick, bondage.

word count: 1k+

note: I'm sorry this took forever to write, it was the holidays so I was busy <3 I hope you enjoy this angel 🎀

He was watching you through your windows once again, watching as you danced in your kitchen with that short blue sunflower dress of yours that you love to wear. He couldn't stop thinking about you. He couldn't stop thinking about your smile, your voice, and your doe eyes that scream fuck me.

He would do anything to have you on your knees staring at him and only him. He hated the way your boyfriend treated you, he was an asshole who used you for your body. Rick wanted nothing more than to beat him to a pulp and make him watch as he fucks your tight little hole. He wanted to kill him.

He wanted to treat you way better than your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend. He wanted to spoil you and treat you like a doll yet you were taken by someone else.

His hands clench as he sees your boyfriend ignoring you as you tried to show him what you baked for him. The way your eyes saddened and filled with tears when your boyfriend walked away and didn't even glance at the cookies you made for him. You look up at the window and notice the older man staring, once again, it makes you shiver.

He continued to stare into your eyes, staring through your window. You started to have chills up your spine and closed the curtains. Rick was gonna take you away and make you his tonight.

Hours passed by and your boyfriend had left the house to hang out with his friends. Rick stood outside your window with a backpack full of tools, waiting for the sleeping pills he put in your water to work so he can take you away.

You were sitting on your bed reading a book decorated with a pink ribbon. You flipped the pages bored out of your mind as the smell of your candles filled your nose. You looked at the clock and noticed it was still early but you were so sleepy, more sleepy than usual. You turned off your candles and placed your book on your table. You cover yourself with your blanket, trying to get comfortable and hugging your pillow.

After a couple of minutes, you start to drift off to sleep. Your body laid peacefully on your bed, you looked so cute in your blue sunflower dress and white stockings . Rick stared at your sleeping body and started to climb through your window. He moved quietly, trying to not wake you up and scare you away.

He looked over you as you laid there, his hands touched your hair and gently grabbed a fist full. He smelled your soft hair, it smelled so sweet, like strawberries and cherries. He sat on your bed and slowly took off the blanket covering you.

He started to unzip his backpack, pulling out rope. He gently tied the rope around your wrist and body. The way the rope hugged your body made him hard. He tied a blindfold around your eyes and gagged you.

You started to move around in your sleep, feeling uncomfortable. He noticed and carried you bridal style. He was gonna take you to a cabin far away with him and turn you into his little doll.

He carried your drugged body into his rusty truck, laying you in the passenger seat as you were tied. He touched his beard as he stared at our sleeping body, you were so beautiful. He drove away to a cabin he found a while back before they arrived at Alexandria. He wanted to hide you where no one could ever find you. He wanted to keep you away so no one could ever hurt you.

An hour passes and he arrives at the cabin, it was dark and the cabin was a little creepy. He carried your body into the dark cabin and placed you down on the bed upstairs. He looked around and checked the place, making sure no one else was here to hurt you. He pulled out his gun and looked at every room with his flashlight. Then when he has cleared the whole house, he lit up some candles by your new bed.

He has managed to bring a couple of your belongings, like the book you were reading, ribbons and bows, your makeup, some candles, some of your favorite cooking supplies and stuffed animals. He was planning on going back and getting more, his backpack was already full of your belongings.

He put the gun down on the table and sat down by your bed. He stared at your body and noticed you were starting to squirm. You had finally woken up and you were terrified. You couldn't move and you started to freak out. He hushed you and tried to calm you down, “Shh don't worry sweetheart, I'm here.

You recognized his gentle and raspy voice, it was Rick. You tried to talk but the gag muffled your voice. Rick grabbed you jaw tightly, “I'll take off your gag if you promise you'll be quiet, doll. Be a good girl and stay calm.”

You nod your head in fear and he released his hand on your jaw and took off the gag. “Thank you.. can I please have some water?”

He smiled and got up to get a water bottle he had in his bag, he lifted your jaw gently and poured the water into your mouth, staring at the way the water flowed down your throat. “You're being such a good girl.”

Your legs twitched at his praise, you can't help but deny the way it made you feel. His voice, the way his rough hands felt on your soft face and that sexy beard of his made you so weak in the knees. You tried to shake the thought off, trying to stay loyal to your boyfriend.

He looked at your body, the way it was reacting to your touch, “You're so cute. I just had to take you away.”

You start to tremble, “Are you going to hurt me?”

“No sweetheart, I would never hurt you. I'll treat you like a delicate doll. But if you try to escape, I can't say I won't be rough.”

His response made you whimper a bit, frightened yet so turned on. The older man always scared you, the way he stared at you when you introduced yourself for the first time was full of lust and hunger. You knew that look yet you continued to visit him, baked him his favorite sweets and cooked Carl breakfast. The way the older man wrapped his hands around your body as you cooked for him made your heart jump, yet you always tried to reject his touches because you were taken. He always hated that.

Now that you were tied up and blindfolded in a place you don't know, you were terrified yet so submissive. You can't help but yearn for his touch, for his beard to touch your face as he kissed your soft lips.

He noticed the way your body reacted to his voice, “Does your body yearn for me sweetheart? You should have just asked.”

You whimper, “No, please don't touch me. I have a boyfriend.”

He scoffs and starts to touch your knee, “You mean the same boyfriend that's cheating on you right now?”

Your eyes filled up with tears, “What? What do you mean? He's at his friend's house.”

The older man shook his head, “I'm sorry sweetheart but that piece of shit is at another girl's house. That's why I took you away, that piece of shit didn't deserve you”

You whimper as he caresses your thighs dressed in your white stockings making you squirm and moan, “This feels wrong…”

“Shh sweet doll, just enjoy this.” he said as he gently took your stockings off your body. You squirmed and whimpered, your whimpers and pathetic attempts at untying the ropes only made him harder.

He grabbed your tear stained face and kissed you, “you're mine. Fuck your boyfriend.”

#rick twd #rick #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes #rick grimes the walking dead #twd rick #psycho rick grimes #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x you #the walking dead fanfiction #twd #twd fanfiction #tw yandere #yandere rick grimes #psycho beard rick #yandere male #tw: dubcon #the walking dead #andrew lincoln #tw kidnapping

[hypnos333]

The Garden of Eden

Adam x Angel Reader

Synopsis: You were in the garden alone growing flowers until Adam came and fell in love with you first sight

Warning:Smut

Your palms wrapped into a glowing gold around the rose ready for the flower to grow and it did. Your long hair was flowed around the garden not getting up any time soon to go back to heaven.

You loved earth, the seven days god made it you watched all seven days, to see the beauty of it all.

Little did you know a naked man was peeking behind the tree, observing you, and fascinated with you. He watched as your long hair flowed through the winds and how you eyes were fixated on growing the flower.

“I know you’re back there, Show yourself human” You said without looking up, Adam continued hiding swallowing his pride to correct you. “I’m sorry that a bit rude of me, What’s your name?” You asked him making step out of the tree now standing behind you.

“Adam, What’s yours?” Adam said confidently and pridefully as hum running your hands through the rose.

“My name is ___ I’m am an Angel taking care of Eden” You replied to him with respectfulness and gentleness in your voice. Not even Lilith talk to him like that all she does is sass back at him and just gives out a full attitude but you were different. You were submissive and you always seem to listen with pretending too.

“Why do you want to work here? Or were you forced to-“Oh heavens no, this is all by choice I pleaded God to let me even step foot here” You interrupted him

He nodded standing there awkwardly before you turned to him gesturing him to sit next to you.

“Lemme show you something” You said as he sat down, you took his hands into yours then you put your hands on top of his before wrapping it around another dying flower this time it was a Sunflower.

His hands glowed a golden as it heals the flower. When it was over his face was full of disbelief and shock you didn’t pull your hands away and neither did he. “What the fuck did I just do” He said making you chuckle and his cursing.

“Well you healed a flower of course” You said stating the obvious.

“Ohhh well fuck me” He mumbles to himself making you playfully push him finally letting go of his hand, Adam was a little disappointed but ignored the feeling anyways.

He laid down on the grass making you follow suit as you both continued getting to know each other.

Days past and before you knew it Lilith and Lucifer got banished to hell, so God gave Adam a new wife but before he even gotten a new wife there was a secret that you both will forever keep.

Moans could be heard throughout both your secret spot as his dick abused your cunt in and out multiple times. You were moaning against his ear as he fucked you against a tree. “A-Ah Adam f-faster” You moaned out making his thrust faster as one of his hand moves to squeeze your breasts making Moan louder. “F-Fuck I might as well milk my cum into you and fuck you a baby angel” He whispers into your ear as you moan even louder at that. “Yes Adam fuck a baby into me” You moan out and that when he cummed deep into your pussy making it leak

Yeah but since Adam and Eve as a new wife you both can’t secretly fuck anymore, it goes against the bible and when Adam fucked Eve you haven’t talked to him when he had three children and got banished of Eden for trusting Eve and eating the apple.

You were also pregnant so you could definitely not see him anymore.

Later you gave birth to beautiful boy, Isaac a name fit for an Angel when he was two that’s when Adam died.

A baby Giggling could be heard coming out of your house, Adam was nervous to see you and maybe thought you moved on to someone else. But he had to at least try and make it seem like he’s a pussy. So he knocked it took few minutes but then when you opened the door he was shocked.

It was you as beautiful as ever but holding a baby angel who had his hair and skin complexion, but your eyes and smile. “It’s either you fucked someone who looked like me or that baby is mine” He stated bluntly making you roll your eyes.

“Lemme put him down for a nap, come in if you want” You said opening the door wider for him making him come in and close your door as you went to put Issac in his crib.

“What’s his name?” Adam asked realizing the baby was actually his.

“His name is Issac” You said simply before sitting on the couch across from him. Making Adam move to sit next to you and pull you on his lap.

“Why were you so far away from?” He whispered in your ear before kissing and sucking your neck making you moan quietly. “A-Adam the baby is in the other room” You said as he slid his hands into your dress groping your breasts.

“He’s sleeping anyways” Adam stated bluntly making you thankful that Issac is a deep sleeper. Next you knew your bouncing on Adams thick cock, cum thirsty, Your moans were loud as the skin clapping of you bouncing on his dick naked.

Adam was squeezing both your breasts as you bounce “Yes take as much as you want you dirty whore” He said before he grabbed your hips thrusting even faster. As you almost scream at the pleasure you came hard at the same time Adam came inside you again.

You laid tiredly on his shoulder as he put you to bed but then the baby started crying making him rush to Issac to see reaching out to his binkie on the counter. Adam gave him the pacifier making Issac put it in his mouth before smiling at Adam one more time before falling asleep.

That is definitely yours and his child

#adam x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel adam #adam x you #Adam x listener

[mrs-mag1c]

𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂'𝐒

NATASHA "PHOENIX" TRACE

Helping Hands

Phoenix has had a long day. She knows the only thing that will make her feel better is coming home to you and getting a little help to unwind.

Guard Dog

natasha has a hot girlfriend and is ready to fight as long as she keeps wearing low-rise jeans.

Sundress Season

phoenix isn’t the biggest fan of summer. it’s hot, humid, and penny’s niece has a thing for sundresses. a few too many drinks, and phoenix is letting her know exactly how she feels about them. 

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW

Rooster's Brood Part 2

The squad gets a little surprise in the form of Rooster spawn.

Little Black Shirt

Knowing how much Bradley loves your breasts, you decide to surprise him with a new shirt which leads to you guys trying something new.

Sunflowers

Bradley’s always been good at saying things he doesn’t mean, but he’s even better at saying things that he does.

Green-Eyed Rooster

when rooster gets jealous

Sub Rosa

After months of sneaking around, and a few weeks of not seeing each other, Rooster and Reader get a few minutes to themselves at Ice’s birthday party.

The Vice Admiral's Niece

At a yearly Navy dinner, Vice Admiral Simpson decides to bring his niece to get her out of the house after a breakup. She isn't thrilled until a certain aviator catches her eye all night.

Let Me Love You

Bradley has been dealt a shitty hand in life, and he's determined to protect himself from getting hurt again. Everything is turned upside down when you blow into his life looking like everything he swears he doesn't want.

Love to lie

Your worst fear is recognized when Bradley’s jet goes down with him in it. You’re not sure why you’re still his emergency contact, you’d broken up two weeks ago, but when you rush into the hospital room, you discover that you have a chance to fix the mistake you’d been cursing yourself for. The only problem is, you have to lie to Bradley, and you discover that you love doing it if it means you get to be with him again.

Skittles in Vodka

Almost a decade ago, Rooster ended up stranded in the desert. Thankfully an Army caravan was around to pick him up, and there he met the woman he loved. Unfortunately, he never got her name. Now a certain candy drink reminds him of her.

Bradley's Girl

you’re the perfect girl for Jake. You’re pretty, kind, funny, smart. You could have him on his knees for you if you’d ask. But you’re Bradley’s girl.

JAKE "HANGMAN" SERESIN

De-instigating the Instigator

To the surprise of everyone, Jake Seresin does have an off button

It's All About You

4 times Jake thought about marrying you and the 1 time he did.

Middle Of A Memory

Jake Seresin was an asshole, everyone knew it. He flew with confidence and held a cocky smirk. Behind every cocky smirk and snark remark was you, built into his memories, memories he always lived in.

A Formal Reprimand

Above all else, Jake prided himself on his spotless Naval record. When his wife inadvertently causes him to be formally reprimanded during deployment, he plans to give her a fair share of the punishment when he gets home.

All You Had To do Was Stay

Six years ago Jake hit your life like a hurricane. In and out in a matter of weeks. You thought after you get over the disappointment of him leaving without saying a word you’d never think of him again. But then two pink lines change your life forever. Now he’s back and still has no idea that the little girl by your side is his daughter.

ROBERT "BOB" FLOYD

Flashes

you buy a special set of lingerie when you know you're ovulating and Bob asks if he can take pictures of you while you fuck.

#bradley bradshaw smut #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x wife!reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #natasha trace smut #natasha phoenix trace #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin smut #jake seresin #bob floyd #robert floyd #top gun smut #robert floyd smut #top gun fic recs #top gun hangman

[flametrashiraarchive]

Hai um, can you do like, Rengoku x Reader who struggles with body insecurities? Mainly like, the tummy or back plush?

HELLO! Yea!

I did already do Rengoku x chubby!reader but I don't ever think there can be enough of the sunshine man, so yes, yes I can!

There are 3 things in Demon Slayer I refuse to accept: 1) that the breathing styles don't actually create the cool effects, 2) that thing about what happens after they activate the slayer marks, and 3) that Kyojuro has a six pack. My boy lives on copious amounts of carbs and fried food and has a little squish himself (also it just makes sense for a swordsman to have extra padding- would you rather get stabbed through your muscles and internal organs or a couple of inches of fat? Anyway...)

KYOJURO X CHUBBY READER- Tummy Edition.

(God I fucking love him)

NSFW beneath the cut. GN!Reader. TASTY.

You're at the kitchen sink washing sweet potatoes for dinner when Kyojuro comes up behind you and hugs as he often does, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pressing his lips to your neck.

He feels you tense up slightly. You stiffen in his arms and your hand defensively goes to capture his wrist.

He knows immediately what's wrong. He's very good at reading people and this has happened before. You're concerned about your tummy again.

"You're so beautiful," he assures you, his voice soft and low against that spot just below your ear. "Inside and out."

You try to cover your vulnerability with humor and hold up one of the vegetables in your hand. "Nah, I look like this."

His thick, black eyebrows slant in concern, "Now, sunflower, you know how I feel about sweet potatoes. They're beautiful too. But..." He loosens his hug a little to place his hand across your belly. "They're hard and un-cuddleable, and you're soft, so the comparison doesn't really hold up beyond you both being my favorites."

You smile and he leans into you, kissing your temple. "Did someone say something to hurt you?"

"No, it's just a feeling." You look down, as the weight of your insecurity crushes you.

"Hm," he hums thoughtfully.

He turns you round to face him and gets down on his knees, gazing up at you with adoration and reverence. He takes your hand in his and gives it a soft squeeze.

"I need you to listen to me, but I will repeat it as many times as you need me to. You are beautiful to me. I adore every aspect of you, and that includes your softness."

He tells you this with the utmost sincerity and gentle kindness, his thumb stroking circles on the back of your hand as he speaks.

And when he's done and you nod your head in understanding, he pulls you into an embrace, resting his cheek on your stomach and smiling to himself.

He's telling the truth too; he will absolutely tell you how wonderful you are to him however many times it takes and he means it wholeheartedly.

No matter what your insecurity is; your tummy, your back, arms, thighs, chest, he adores you and thinks you're the most wonderful person. His very favorite person, in fact.

Now... when it comes to insecurities about your body during sex, Kyojuro is just as supportive, but he will show you how much he appreciates your body, as well as simply telling you.

OBVIOUSLY Kyojuro is King of Going Down and he will happily spend forever between your thighs, but if you're self conscious about your tummy he's gonna make a little stop there first.

He'll kiss it all over telling you how gorgeous you are, that you're precious and wonderful and worthy.

He'll get so wrapped up in your loveliness he'll forget how loud he is.

*kiss* BEAUTIFUL! *kiss* GORGEOUS! *kiss* SEXY!!

You laugh because your lovely man is just so effusive with his love and appreciation of you, and it's impossible not to feel it.

And then he'll wipe that smile off your face as his kisses trail lower...

While he's going down on you, he'll lay his arm over your stomach. Since he can't hear well (especially with your thighs cradling the sides of his head) your belly tells him a lot about how you're enjoying yourself.

He pays attention to the rhythm of your breaths, the tension in your muscles and the way your soft body moves with them.

He LOVES the way your lower belly tenses when you're right on the brink.

And when he's made you cum he'll make sure you're fucked right.

He never gives you less than his all.

He'll either press down into you, relishing the soft, plush warmth of your body against his

or he'll have you ride him; half-closed fiery eyes drinking in the sight of you, hypnotized by the way you move.

"Beautiful~" he whispers, because he simply cannot hold that thought in.

He just adores you.

No matter what, his love for you burns bright, and he'll spend his life trying to get that fire to spread to your heart too.

#kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x chubby reader #kyojuro x y/n #kimetsu kyojuro #kyojuro imagine #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kimetsu rengoku #kny rengoku #rengoku x reader #demon slayer rengoku #rengoku kyoujurou x reader #rengoku x chubby reader #rengoku kyōjurō

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 29 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

-You dare not put it down on the big tablet on your easel where John will see, but you can’t stop yourself from drawing it out in your smaller sketchbook-journal that is easier to squirrel away under clutter, putting down marks like you mean to exorcise her from your memory. You draw her like a ghost in her field of happy white flowers, and write in the margins in your looping script, I’m sorry. I don’t know how to make him forgive you. You want me to save him but I don’t know how. I don’t fucking know how.

Maybe she’ll actually hear your plea and do something useful about it, like haunt John’s dreams instead of yours.

Maybe you’re losing your damn mind. 

You find that either way, you’re not brave enough to mention her to your captor again.

She becomes an obsession, and you keep drawing her in your little sketchbook. You’ve only ever seen one picture of her. It was in the den, but has since disappeared. Still, you feel you know the lines of her face, the brightness of her eyes. You go back to your old fixation with the ladies of Mucha, sketching her out as the Lady of the Daisies with flowing auburn hair surrounded by her stylized flowers and flowing lines.

You strive to cover your true fixation by putting down anything as quickly as you can on the easel, knowing your captor will be by for inspection. You draw sunflowers, your favorite summer bloom, something fun but you can do with your eyes closed with colorful, juicy strokes of oil pastels. You hope to keep John off the scent of the book that holds your heartfelt neuroses that you bury under piles of all your new art supplies and anything else you can find.

It was stupid, of course, to think you could really hide anything from him.

One day you find him in the chair with his legs crossed, perusing your sketch journal with one of those magnificent thunderheads of a frown.

You are certain you are fucked, when he asks, “Is this your idea of a joke?”

Trembling as you imagine what he’s going to do to you for this infraction, you answer truthfully, “No.”

He closes the book with a snap, crossing the floor to stand before you, his powerful body moving deceptively slow, the way a tiger appears slothful in the jungle.

You know he can snap you up with one bite.

You cannot stop shaking, as he peers down that straight nose at you, pinning you with black eyes that somehow burn. He does not touch you, but God. He sees everything. You just know that he sees everything, and you find you are terrified of how he’ll react.  

“Have you been snooping through my things?”

“No.” The irony of him holding your sketch diary is not lost on you, but wisely you hold your tongue.

“How did you know what she looked like?”

“You had a picture out of her, ages ago.” At least, it felt like a like a lifetime ago.

“How did you know about the daisies?”

Now you know he’s going to flip his shit. It sounds fucking absurd, even to you. Your voice can barely rasp past what feels like dried twigs in your throat to whisper, “I saw them in a dream.”

You expect him to scoff and call you a liar. But he just searches your face, his eyes a little too wild for your liking. Here we go. He’d been damn near stable the past few days, but surely this will set him off.

You close your eyes, unable to watch the unfolding of your doom. This is it. He’s going to lock you up forever. You’ll never see the light of day again. The trembling in your frame kicks up to ten, and you hug yourself just to have something to hold on to.

When his next question comes, he could push you over with a feather.

“What does she say?”

You shake your head, realizing your cheeks are wet with tears.

“Nothing. She just…offers me the flower.” Going for broke you add, “She looks so sad.”

It is the sound of tearing paper that opens your eyes; with horror you find John making confetti of your art nouveau sketch that took hours to do. However, any protest dies on your lips—if destroying the drawing appeases him, maybe he won’t take it out on you.

Without another word, just a hard look, he stalks from the room.

Only when the sound of his footsteps fade down the hall do you let out the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, your knees quivering like leaves in a storm.

However, you are not foolish enough to believe you’re in the clear just yet.

-Later, there is no dinner. You find the kitchen cold and empty. Not sure what to make of this, you graze in the fridge, before returning to your bedroom. Not sure where John has gotten off to, you shower, then go to bed, finding yourself lying awake in the dark without him beside you, almost itchy without his steady presence in the evening at your side.

Part of it might be that you fear something is brewing, and you can’t stand the waiting…but part of it might simply be that you miss him, as fucked up as that is.

In the end, against your better judgement, you go looking.

You search the house, until the only room that is left is the garage. Silently you open the door, slipping through without a sound. You too are learning how to move quiet as a wraith. The smell of rubber and oil assaults your nostrils. Classic rock is playing low on the radio. In the far bay, the hood of the Mustang is open, and John is bent over inside, wrenching on something and muttering to himself. There is a partially empty bottle of Blanton’s Bourbon on the workbench behind him, and an empty glass.

Unable to stop yourself from committing what perhaps might prove to be suicide, you creep to the other side of the Land Rover, using it as cover as you eavesdrop on this man grumbling to the ghost of his deceased wife.  

“What do you want from me? I loved you. I loved you with every fucking fiber of my being, but you left me. I died with you the day you left me, and she is the only thing that makes me feel alive again. I need her, and she never would have come to me on her own. She never would have stayed. She never would have stayed.”

He says this to himself over and over, and it wrenches your heart, because you know it isn’t true.

You think you manage to creep back out again without him noticing, Led Zeppelin on the radio disguising the sound of the door.

When at last he comes to bed and wraps you in his arms, holding you too hard for comfort, you feign sleep, smelling the bourbon fumes on his breath. You can’t help but tense, wondering if he will forget his promise this deep in his cups.

But he just sighs into your hair, crushing you as he pulls you even closer, and you don’t know why it breaks your heart all over again.

#heyyyy it happened! #bittersweet john wick imagine #john wick #john wick x reader #john wick fic #john wick x you #john wick x y/n #keanu reeves x reader #yandere john wick

[tallfroggieart]

The World

A secret santa gift I made for the lovely, wonderful @liesmyth ! So excited to get to finally share it!!! :D

(Tarot meanings for the World card and some extra ramblings beneath the cut for those who are interested)

The World

Upright: Success, achievement, accomplishment, travel, completion, fulfilment, sense of belonging, wholeness

Reversed: Shortcuts, delays, seeking closure, incompletion, emptiness

"To encounter the World in your cards is to encounter a great unity and wholeness. It symbolizes the moment when the inner and the outer worlds - self and other - become a single entity. In some traditions, this state is described as enlightenment, or nirvana. There is a recognition that the individual self is profoundly linked with all other things, and that we all dance and sway along the flow of life to one rhythm. Not only do you hear this rhythm, but you participate in it - following the dips and the rises, the joys and the sorrows.

The meaning of the World card is fulfillment, achievement, and completion. This shows that all the efforts that you have been putting in place are starting to pay off. It reflects that you have completed a major milestone in your life and you have built the resilience to withstand challenges. The World may indicate completion of a long-term project, study or any other major event in your life. It may also mean the birth of a child, marriage, graduation or any other thing that you have accomplished.

The World card shows that you have a desire to give back to the community in various ways. You have a commitment to make the world a better place because you understand that everything is connected."

- Labyrinthos, The World

Ok and now for my unhinged rambling about Jamie motherfucking Tartt. Ahem.

Like. GUYS HES LITERALLY THIS CARD IN HIS S3 ERA AND IM NOT KIDDING. he’s the central cog!!! He’s the fulcrum of the triangle!! He’s total football! He’s the world’s most specialest puppydog-coded central attacking midfielder!! He’s the conductor, the playmaker, the literal heart and soul of AFC Richmond’s whole tactic!!!!! He means soooo fucking much to me you don’t even understand.

Yes I did take the bisexual Fibonacci spiral from Sunflowers and make it a key part of this card. If the universe didn’t want me to do that then it would have killed Jason Sudeikis before he could make that scene because my molecules have been forever altered.

(ps: ahem. stay tuned for some more AFC Richmond tarot! I’ve got a Roy in the works and plans for the rest of the main cast, though idk how far I’d follow it through. you could follow me and see what happens if you want 👉👈)

#like you guys GENUINELY don’t understand how insane I am about this thing that I have created #i love tarot so fuckin much when I saw that Elle had it on her list of things that she liked I literally went !!! #in the spirit of that… #stay tuned ;) #ted lasso tarot #<- might make that a silly little tag wink wink #my art #jamie tartt #ted lasso #ted lasso fanart #tarot art #tarot #the world tarot #froggie art

[blueparadis]

a concept:

tattoo artist kaeya having a thing for u, his regular client rosaria's cute little roommate, who is the exact opposite of her. he feels bad for touching himself to the thoughts of u but he can't help himself bc he likes u so much

❝ INKED SECRETS ❞ + KAEYA ALBERICH !

+. CWs —» tattoo artist au + modern au, f!reader, fluff, light angst with comfort, some canon elements, love at first sight, mention of cigarette smoking, bad relationships, hookups, stranger to lovers, smut ( fantasies, m-mastarbation ) ; word count — 2k.

+. NOTES —» thanks to my beloved yoru ( @anantaru) for helping me and beta reading this otherwise i would've opened the gates of kaeya-brainrot; also, thank you for being patient. This ask was almost a month old and I know this was supposed to be short but the thing is kaeya is the one who had me invested in genshin impact. However, surprisingly I've never thought of writing about him so thank you for your muse. I loved writing this so fucking much. Thank you. Tattoo artist kaeya shall live forever in my mind. If you wanna check more of my writings, click here.

Kaeya Alberich. The name of the mystery man who would always be the talk of the topic for Rosaria. He was more familiar to you than your roommate ever was. You two shared a room yet you could never read Rosaria but she was thorough with you; maybe that is why you two clicked. Every one of your friends considered it a mystery how a sunflower like you would ever survive in the company of a moon. Everyone including Kaeya. He had his own proportion of confusion every time Rosaria talked about you. 

Kaeya knew how you looked, talked, and liked to eat ice cream in winter. Not only that, your favorite colors, bits and pieces of your small dreams were known to him. And all because Rosaria wouldn’t stop with the constant blabbering about you whenever he directly hung out with her, emphasizing the fact that you were nothing but an angel in disguise. Kaeya had to endure all of it, every bit of you that Rosaria seemed to find alluring. At moments like this, one could say that they exchanged personas since Kaeya was a guy of smiles and chitter-chatter while Rosaria was quite the opposite.

True, the friendship between Kaeya and Rosaria was another talk of Mondstadt’s inhabitants, but they both did not seem to react as people expected, as people thought they should. You would, barely, call them lovers. While Kaeya enjoyed different takes of his customers about Rosaria, she, on the other hand, brushed those petty rumors off, with just a glance keeping her stoic persona. 

But, among all these happenings, Rosaria had the front-row seat of the chaos that was about to unfold. She had her beauty salon just above Kaeya’s tattoo parlor. They have been working together for at least five years. Rosaria had her shop on rental and the five-storied complex was owned by none other than Kaeya Alberich himself. 

Anyone who wanted to go to her parlor had to cross Kaeya’s floor; hence, no one slipped past the grip of his galactic eyes. He knew the regulars of her shop and had an immense influence on them. He believed it was his charms while Rosaria begged to differ.

But she was just being professional, clearing non-financial tabs that she owed to him, for bringing the immense influx of customers to her salon. Sometimes, it worked both ways, but whenever they fought, the elders of the locality had more spice to flavor the rumors that had just started sedimenting.

January, the prime of winter, of snow and the freezing cold, Kaeya laid his first glance at you. Warm and alluring: you were every bit of beauty that Rosaria spoke of, in fact, now that he had finally seen you in person, he thinks Rosaria fell short of speaking of your angelic aura. 

“Hello, I have a parcel for Rosaria, could you please deliver it to her? I would have done it myself if I wasn’t in such a hurry.”, you kept the package on my desk, “Thank you very much, Mister . . .”, you looked at his batch that reads Kaeya Alberich, “. . . Thank you so much, Mister Kaeya Alberich.” And before Kaeya could say anything back, you fled out of his sight like a bird.

He watched you get into a cab holding the package in his hand, barely registering what you asked him to do. His mind had drifted far off to all those times when Rosaria was talking about you. He checked his watch and smiled to himself. Oops! Rosaria’s smoke break was ruined since he joined in with the package you had left for her, with many questions.

For a tattoo artist, Kaeya seemed the least bit invested in its antics, yet he had a steady influx of customers, mostly because he is very professional and dedicated to his livelihood. He pays special attention to his regular customers, sadly, you weren’t one of them, not yet.

Still, he would stand and smoke at the corner of the entrance so that he could watch you go like the wind to meet your roommate with a package in hand. He would notice the color of your dress, the matching nails, shoes, and every little detail thinking how flawlessly sexy you looked. 

But he abruptly stopped the second he had bruised his fingers with the cigarette burn. Fortunately, it was his left hand but with his line of work, he needed both. 

Today, during the lunch break when Rosaria told him that y/n wanted to have a tattoo, his blood rushed to his cheeks and ears. He did not think you’d be interested in tattoos or piercings. He definitely did not see the next blow coming. “Yep. sure.”, he supplied, coughing back the lump in his throat. Of all the parlors you could choose you had to choose his. What in the lord’s fuck was going on?

The day came faster, faster than he had anticipated. Needless to say, it did not go like he thought it would. It was safe to say he was more nervous than you were. “Are you sure about this?”, “Ya’know it’s gonna hurt, right?”, “Should I use some anesthetic on the area?” His questions wouldn’t stop and you were trying your best to stay as patient as possible It is true, part of him was nervous but another wanted to spend and enjoy some time with you.

“And done!”, Kaeya playfully mused as he wiped over the work of ink, careful enough not to accidentally graze his fingers over your inner thigh but of course, he did want to.“y/n” he spoke, his tone low but clear enough for you to hear, “so, how many tattoos do you have now?” Kaeya shifted in his chair as he intently watched you normalize your heightened breathing

“Didn’t you keep count?”, 

“nine”, he said, letting out a breathless laugh. “which means you dumped your ninth partner.” and he was not wrong. Of all the regular customers he had, you were his favorite because you had an amusing story to tell whenever you had visited his parlor. He would listen to you the moment he was finished with his handiwork.

But this one in particular, was quite a different story. You never told nor was he allowed to ask about the guy you dumped, ever. Part of him wanted to console you, and tell you that good things take time but another part of him was too afraid to lose you, realizing it was unprofessional of him to offer any form of painkiller against a situation like that. Because on any other occasion, his usual customers weren’t as chatty as you were. 

He never thought of a case where it might be the opposite. With that, he thought that you, of all people, being dumped by someone was utterly ridiculous, because who wouldn't want to date someone like you? He knows he would, after all, and if he could, he would make sure the ninth tattoo is to be the last tattoo on your body.

“What about you?”, you asked, swinging your legs in the air while sitting on the bed. “For a tattoo artist, you are awfully blank.” 

“It’s somewhere. . .”, he started, “wait I’ll rather show you . . .”. and when you, in a sliding second, unexpectedly flashed him, his hands immediately found their way crawling at the hem of his turtle-neck.

“Wait. wait. Wait. stop. Just stop.” kaeya panicked as you partly opened your eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest while your eyebrows jumped and stayed intact for seconds. Pin-drop silence and then both of you simultaneously laughed. Some might think it’s corny, and maybe you did as well but it doesn’t matter, what matters is that you were smiling right now. 

That’s good. That’s really good. 

Kaeya checked his watch as you left his place to run upstairs, checking to see if Rosaria was done with her chores; after all, she was almost approaching the closing hour of her shop so she should’ve been done by the time you had arrived at her place. Fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes before you and Rosaria would come out of the elevator to go home;  maybe he could if he’d finally stop thinking about it in such an unhealthy calculative manner.

Yet, well, there was just one problem. His ears felt hot, his mind was restless and he couldn't focus on a single task. Generally, it took ten minutes to close his shop and he does it every day, all alone so if not his mind, his muscle memory should be functioning properly. But all he desired to do was to touch himself and relieve himself from the agony of months boiling in his core.

June, the prime time of summer and ice cream. Kaeya slides his right arm under his vest while grazing his lower belly, eagerly thinking of the last time, but eventually, his arm ends up slipping into his pants, his fingers clamping around his length, and finally, a soft groan escapes from his mouth. The tip of his tongue kisses the corner of his lips as he takes out his cock which was coated with warm white fluid, at the tip pre-cum.

For a moment, he is surprised, and then he suddenly is not. There is a crescent formed along his lips as he taps the tip of his cock, smearing the reddened end with its pre. “Oh fuck. This feels so much better.”, he groans, mumbling to himself, thinking why he didn’t do this way sooner.

He palms his member, a little harder, this time trying to imagine how it would feel to be sheathed by your gummy walls. He started to pump his cock as his pants slipped, now clustered at the bottom of the chair while his legs were trying to give as much space as possible by spreading them further apart.

With half-lidded eyes, he checks if you had locked the door before leaving or not. You did not and the thought of you walking onto him turned him so bad that he thought he might cum right away.

The moment he closes his eyes he could see you, your calloused fingers around his cock and now he is pumping his cock rashly, the hem of his vest being buried in between his teeth, muffled moans escaping his mouth as the squelching noises had gotten louder and louder.

His other hand gradually made its way towards his nipples, pinching and circling around them thinking of your lips instead. “Oh fuck.”, he hisses as his toes curl, his hips bucked up with a force as he thinks of how euphoric it would be to have your soft lips wrapped around his cock, to have your puffy lips on his, to have your boobs tightly pressed against his bare chest, pronounced nipples grazing against each other while Kaeya’s cock is hitting your sweet spot with precision, blessing his ears with the prettiest desperate moans from you.

He squeezes his eyes shut as his hands move up and down his swollen cock, hitting his girth with calculated thrusts. He paces up as he feels his orgasm approaching, huffing and panting, not caring how vocal he has become until the coil at the core of his flat belly snaps, making him dizzy, his hand movements sloppy, and his inner thighs gradually closing, relishing in the high he had just experienced.

Kaeya’s chest rises up and down frantically as he finally opens his eyes, watching the spurs of milky white fluid all over the floor and his study desk. A heavy sigh leaves his body as his breathing normalizes. “Fuck . . .”, he mumbles throwing back his head before closing his eyes and thinking of you, again. He takes a few deep breaths to relax before cleaning the mess.

Yet, when he suddenly heard the footsteps, his heart sank. He regrets touching himself while thinking of you, he regrets not saving himself for you, he regrets chasing love so fast, so insanely that he almost lost his hope for finding the one. 

“Hey Kae-ya, you done?”, you asked, opening the door, “Rosa is gonna be late today. So, I’ll stay and help her. I’m going out to buy some food, you wanna come with me?” You let your exhausted body lean against the door frame while Kaeya remained silent. 

It just made him crazy how blatantly you ignored him, his magnetic affection for you, and the truth was, he cannot even blame you for that. He has always enjoyed this feeling, to like you in secrecy. The more you are unaware of his emotions, the greater chance he has to be around you. Kaeya does not ask for much, just a few more days till he musters up enough courage to finally ask you out.

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@tokyometronetwork

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[jqhotchner]

sunflowers

one

warning: sexual content; oral sex, p n v unprotected sex, enough fluff to make me sick honestly!! 18+

being loved by eddie munson was a great honor. he treated yn like the princess she knew she had always been! yn didn’t exactly have a good track record when it came to dating. all the guys she’s ever been with had broken her heart.

she wanted—needed—someone different! for a little while she just stopped searching. she thought, ‘im still young!’ she had plenty of time to find someone to love her unconditionally. thats when she met eddie munson!

it had been her twentieth birthday. she invited many people to come and attend, not really caring who showed up. she just ended things with her boyfriend after finding out he cheated on her and all she wanted to do was crawl in a hole forever. her mother convinced her to keep her original plan and try and forget about john. she took her advice and faked smiled and laughed all night. yn tried to have a good time, ultimately she was just tired and wanted to go home. she managed to sneak out of the building her party was being held and got some fresh air. that’s where she saw eddie.

eddie was too old for this scene. he didn’t want to come to begin with, but dustin kept going on and on about how his girlfriend, suzie loved this yn girl and wanted to get her autograph for her birthday coming up. he didn’t want to go alone and knew steve wouldn’t be able to get in without some kind of connection. eddie agreed to take him, get the autograph, and get the fuck out of there. eddie ended up getting stuck there when people noticed him. it was a good thing he also got steve to come along! dustin got his autograph, and steve ended up taking the brat home while eddie signed a few autographs of his own.

now he was outside enjoying a cigarette, away from the noise and the few fans in the front of the building outside. when he spots yn, he gives her a small smile. she returns it, at least attempt to.

“not enjoying your party, sweetheart?”

she shakes her head and looks down.

“let me guess, heartbroken, huh?”

she turns to look at him surprised. “how’d you know?”

eddie chuckles “im an old man, i know the face of heartbreak when i see it.”

this time, for the first time of the night, she genuinely laughs.

“who’s ass are we kicking?”

yn snorts. “his name is john. first guy i said i love you to.” and first guy she’s ever had sex with. but eddie didn’t need to know that.

“mind telling me what happened there?”

she shrugs her shoulders as he pats a space for her to sit. she walks over to eddie and sits right beside him as he continues to smoke his cigarette.

“he cheated on me with the girl he told me not to worry about.”

“dickhead!”

she hums.

“i know im still young. i have my whole life ahead of me, you know? but i always wanted to have a family early on in life. get married, have kids, live a normal suburban lifestyle. it sounds crazy, i know—”

“i don’t think that’s crazy! you’re financially stable and from what i hear smart as shit and talented. i think as long as you got all the means to start a family, why wait?”

yn looks at him and smiles. “my mama and papa met each other when they were fifteen and got married when they turned eighteen. had five kids and stopped for awhile until they had me. they’ve been together ever since. their love is what i want. something pure and beautiful.”

“i feel that. i didn’t have that kind of life growing up! just had my uncle wayne. that old geezer kept his dating life private for awhile. i didn’t think the man dated. turns out he had been seeing this woman for about eight years before introducing me to her. even asked my permission to marry her. wanted my approval and everything. i told the old man it was about damn time!” eddie shakes his head at his uncle.

“he sounds like he really valued you.”

“he’s my dad! i value him just as much. took me in when i needed someone.”

yn didn’t understand, and neither did eddie, but the two opened up to each other all night. it felt great to talk to someone. they ended up exchanging numbers and texting from then on.

a year goes by, they haven’t ran into each other anymore after that. yn invites him to her twenty-first birthday. when he turns up her heart skipped a beat. he was even more beautiful than she remembered. yn and eddie ended up sneaking off again and talking.

eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of her every time she spoke. something about this girl was mesmerizing to him. eddie wasn’t the type to date anyone younger than him, especially not over ten years! but this girl, she was fucking breathtaking. she was smart, beautiful, kind, just the most intelligent woman he’s ever known. yn noticed him staring and blushed.

“am i rambling too much? sometimes i don’t know when to shut up.” she states.

“naw, you’re perfect.”

yn gives him a smile. she loves how honest is. yn wasn’t the type to go after older men either. she stayed in her age range. eddie just does something to her she’s never felt before.

“i wanna kiss you, yn. may i kiss you?”

yn heart starts beating out of her chest. she couldn’t believe that he wanted to kiss her! she thought he just wanted to keep things platonic given the age gap. she slowly nods her head as he gently caresses her cheek and puts his lips against hers. the kiss was the most magical one either of them had. yn felt like her body was on fire. eddie felt like he was on cloud nine. they continued to kiss before eddie pulls away for air and rest his forehead against hers.

“may i take you out? next friday at eight if you’re not busy?”

yn thought about her schedule before humming in advance once she realized she was free. eddie kisses her once more before getting up. when he left the party was already dying down. yn got into her own car, leaving everyone else to continue to party. she had enjoyed herself already.

when friday night came she was a nervous wreck! she had a closet full of clothes and claimed to have nothing to wear. her sisters had come over and tried to help calm her down.

“why are you so jittery for? even in the past you’ve never felt this nervous for a date.” briella states.

“and when are you gonna tell us who this mystery guy is? even mom doesn’t know and you tell her everything!” kimberly adds as she looks through yn closet. she was the second youngest sibling, she most likely looking through to steal something of hers.

yn plops down on the bed as she sighs. “he’s—i don’t wanna jinx it but, he’s an amazing guy! cute and funny. he’s a musician as well. has his own band. we’ve been texting for about a year and i just—i don’t know but my heart putters whenever i get a text from him or when he calls me. god, he’s so sweet. just last night he sent me flowers! i never felt this way before. not even with john. it’s crazy, i know, but im already falling for him and i can see a future with him.”

all three of yn sisters look at one another and smirks. they’ve never seen her talk about anyone like that before.

“you’re totally smitten! wait until the boys hear about this.” jasmin smiles.

“do not tell seth or andy about this! they’ll never let me leave the house again.” yn groans at the thought of her brothers being over protective of her. she’s the baby after all! all her siblings had a soft spot for her due to their parents having her when they were a bit older.

“get up, come on! this outfit would look amazing on you. i think you should wear this. you’d look wonderful.” yn looks herself in the mirror and smiles.

“may you do my makeup bri?”

“you know i will! now let’s get you ready for this date before mom and dad come home and scare the poor kid to death.”

once yn was ready, her sisters kissed her goodbye before she waits patiently for eddie to come pick her up. she was home alone tonight. her parents out at some award show to promote her dads upcoming movie. when she heard the doorbell ring she got up, sighing before opening the door. eddie looked amazing. he was wearing a black metallica t-shirt, black jeans, a chain hanging on them, with his signature blue jean jacket.

yn had on a red dress that goes down to her knees. eddie thought she looked wonderful.

“you’re so beautiful.”

yn smiles. eddie hands her flowers. she takes them as she stands on the tip of her toes and kisses his cheek.

“you didn’t have to get me more.”

eddie shrugs. “i like giving the prettiest girl the prettiest flowers.” yn laughs. she gently closes the door as eddie takes her hand and leads her to his car.

“where are we headed?”

eddie smirks. “surprise, baby.”

hearing him call her baby made her heart flutter more than it already was. once they got to their destination yn was surprised to see that the place was empty. normally this particular restaurant was packed, filled with many celebrities or politicians. it was very hard to get a reservation. unless you’re eddie munson from corroded coffin.

“how’d you shut this place down?”

“i have my ways. come on.” eddie grabs her hand and walks into the restaurant. they greet eddie before eddie hears a familiar voice.

“hi, meathead!”

eddie rolls his eyes playfully. “hey, red! thanks for doing this by the way. i owe you one.”

“technically you owe me over ten grand, but since you’re basically my dad, ill give you a pass,” max states.

“max, this is yn. yn, this is max. i remember how you said loved max cooking and always wanted to meet her. thought, i know her, might as well take you to go see red!”

“i can’t believe you know max! hi, i love your food! my mom and dad buys from you almost every time we don’t feel like cooking. i even got all your cookbooks! im a huge fan!”

“thanks, means a lot! but i wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for meatball here. he encouraged me to pursue my dream of opening my own restaurant.”

yn looks at eddie for clarification and he smirks at her. “she’s the best damn cook from hawkins! even at the age on fourteen! she deserved to have her own restaurant.”

“now i have them all over the world thanks to mom and dad.” max states, referring to steve and eddie.

“what’s on the menu tonight red?!”

max goes to seat yn and eddie. she tells them about the dishes she’s been trying out for the last few weeks. the two try many dishes as they sipped wine and talked about everything. they got along so well and the food was amazing. once the night ended, eddie took her home, walked her to her front door, and kissed her goodnight. it was one of the best nights either of them had.

the two kept seeing each other. yn still keeping him a secret. she knew her family would freak out about the age difference. but she was falling head over heels for eddie and didn’t want anything or anyone to mess it up. she wanted to enjoy as much time as she could before spilling the beans to her family.

after six months of late night talking and many many dates, things began getting more intimate between the two. they went from small little make out sessions to heavy petting. yn was ready for that step, she was completely ready for eddie to take it to the next level.

eddie was beyond ready! he was only just a man after all. and the woman that he was seeing was beautiful, inside and out. eddie wanted to worship her body until the sunrises. he just didn’t wanna rush her into anything. he now knew that she had only had one partner in her life, her ex boyfriend john.

eddie didn’t want to pressure her into having a sexual relationship. “baby?” eddie hums as yn grinds against him while they kiss one another heavily and passionately in his bedroom.

“hmm?”

“maybe we should stop?” eddie states as yn sighs and gets off of him. she pouts a little before getting out of bed.

eddie frowns as he watches her pace in his bedroom.

“do you not find me sexually appealing?”

eddie frowns. “what?”

“eddie, we’ve been seeing each other for half a year now and all we’ve ever done was make out. which is amazing! i love kissing you. but when things get a little bit more, intimate you push me away. so what is it? am i not attractive enough? is it the age gap? what’s going on?”

eddie stands and gently grabs her hands. “baby, no! god, no! i think you’re the sexiest woman ever. i just—i don’t wanna rush you into doing anything, you know? im not trynna be like your ex boyfriend and force you into a sexual relationship. i want my girl to feel good and loved and special like she is. i don’t wanna be a shitty ass boyfriend, is all.”

yn smiles.

eddie looks at her confused.

“what?”

“you called yourself my boyfriend.”

they never really discussed that. eddie was older than yn. he felt childish asking her to be his girlfriend. he just knew her as such and that’s that! he didn’t feel the need to ask. maybe he should have though considering her age.

“yeah, i just assumed—”

yn cuts him off by kissing him passionately. “okay, boyfriend! im glad you told me how you feel. thank you for being considerate of my emotions. but eddie, if i wasn’t ready i would have stopped you at any point. yes, john was an asshole who peer pressured me into sleeping with him when i wasn’t ready, but i know you’re not like that, eds! so please, for the sake of my sexual frustration, make love to me!”

eddie smirks. he begins kissing yn passionately. he gently lies her on the bed and kisses her neck. eddie was too goddamn old to be giving hickeys. but he wanted to mark his girl up, let the world know that she was his. yn moans softly. eddie smirks as he lifts up and takes his shirt off before grinding against his girl.

yn had only had one partner in her life. and normally john would get himself off and leave her a horny, frustrated mess! she had to get herself off each and every time.

with eddie, he made sure the women he’d been with came at least once before cumming himself. never leaving a woman unsatisfied.

“my poor baby’s been feeling neglected, huh? im sorry.” eddie whispers in her ear. he tugs on her shirt before she lifts up and he pulls it off and throws it across the room somewhere.

eddie starts to kiss her chest. she was still wearing a bra. he unclasp it before groaning. yn nipples already harden.

“fuck, you’re so fucking sexy baby. can’t wait to claim your body.”

yn didn’t know words could be such a turn on. she was basically soaked underneath her clothed pussy.

“please, eddie!”

eddie smirks as he takes her right nipple into his mouth while he plays with the left and visa versa. eddie unbuttons her jeans and gently yanks them off.

“no panties? wanted me that bad, huh?”

yn nods as eddie chuckles. he gets off the bed, pushing her body on the edge, and gently rubs his fingers between her cunt.

“fuck! already wet for me, huh? what does my pretty princess need, huh?”

“just—touch me eddie.” eddie could tell she was shy. but he wasn’t having it! he wanted her to be vocal, let him know what pleases her so he can make her cum over and over again.

“gotta tell me what you want baby, else i can’t help you.” eddie states cockily.

“want—please need your mouth.” she whispers. eddie barely heard what she said.

“my what, baby?”

“want your mouth, eds! please?!”

eddie blows against her cunt before he gently licks between her legs once. he smirks as she wines before he devours her, as if he was a starved man.

yn grabs ahold of his hair. eddie hums against her clit and she nearly cums right then and there. no one has ever eaten her out before. this was very new to her and she didn’t understand why she’d never asked before. it felt so fucking amazing.

maybe it was just eddie! she didn’t know but she felt like she was floating. eddie continued to eat her out. he could tell she was close by how tightly she started gripping his hair. when she finally came, eddie smirks as he lifts himself up and kisses her passionately.

“you okay, baby? need a break?”

she shakes her head before grabbing him and kissing him once more. “please, fuck me?!”

eddie groans. he felt like a teenager again with the way he rushed to rid his pants and boxers. yn looks down and smirks. eddie was a good size. he was very thick and long! she was almost scared.

“see something you like, baby?”

yn hums. “want you inside me already, eds!”

“anything for me girl.” eddie gently taps his cock against her clit. she hums before he slowly pushes inside of her. they both groan.

eddie was stretching her in ways she’d never been stretched before. eddie stills, letting his girlfriend adjust to his size before she taps him on the back and he begins fucking her deeply.

“holy, fuck! pussy feels so good baby. gripping me tightly, yeah?” he moans out.

yn hands roam eddie’s body. she felt like she could feel him in her guts, rearranging her insides. it felt like nothing she had ever felt before. “fuck, eds! please?”

“what do you want, huh? what does my pretty girl need,huh?”

“harder, please?” eddie grunts before giving his girl exactly what she needed. her pussy was gripping him tightly, so fucking tightly he could cum.

“shit! this pussy feels so good, baby! best ive ever had, swear!” eddie said honestly. this made yn moan even louder.

eddie kisses her passionately and sloppily. yn was so close she could feel it in the tip of her toes.

eddie rubs his fingers against her clit. “gonna cum for me baby? show me how fucking good im making you feel?”

“mhm! so close ed. please don’t stop.”

“trust me babe, won’t stop until you cum all over my cock, yeah?”

a few more thrust later yn came with a loud moan. eddie was close behind. “where you want it babe?”

“on the pill, need it inside, please?”

eddie grunts at that before spilling his seed inside of her. the two ride out their high before eddie collapsed against her.

“fuck! that was amazing, love.”

yn hums in agreement. eddie lifts up a little, gently grabs her face, and kisses her passionately.

“i love you, yn.”

it was the first time he uttered the words. yn heart began to beat uncontrollably. “i love you too, eddie.” the couple falls asleep cuddled up to one another.

two months later yn had met eddies son. he was a four year old adorable little thing and she instantly fell in love with him.

her heart continued to break when eddie told her the story about his biological mom and why she wasn’t around.

“she chose parties, sex, and drugs over our kid. she died three years ago in a car accident. she was high and in the wrong lane. trucker hit her car and that was it.” every time she thought about it her heart broke for eddie and for little oliver.

yn realized that she should probably tell her family about eddie. especially because it was almost a year of their relationship and eddie had asked her to move in.

she was a nervous wreck whenever it was the day for them to meet. eddie was a bit nervous too. he hid it well though.

he loved yn and planned on spending the rest of his life with her. she meant everything to him. oliver had also grew to love her! he knew the age difference was a huge deal to most, but he wasn’t gonna let that break them.

“you sure you wanna meet my family? we could just run away. you, me, and ollie.” yn wraps her arms behind eddie’s neck.

eddie chuckles. “baby, we gotta do this some time. it’ll be fine! we’re a family now, yeah? the three of us will go in there as a family.”

yn sighs.

“please don’t be late, okay?”

eddie gently kisses her. “promise! ollie and i will be there eight sharp.”

“i love you eds! you and ollie.”

“we love you too. see you tonight.”

when the night came yn was pacing. she was very nervous. especially with her dad and brothers! she knew right away they wouldn’t approve. eddie was the same age as her brother, andy. yn knew this would end in a lot of questions and maybe even yelling.

yn just hoped her mom and sisters would keep the peace between everyone.

“why are you so nervous for us to meet him, baby! im sure he’ll be fantastic. and you know i won’t allow your dad or brothers grill him too much.”

yn gives her mom a small smile before she hears the doorbell ringing. she tries to rush and open the door first but seth beats her to it.

“may i help you?” seth asked.

“hi, im eddie. this is the right place yeah? the yln home?”

“eds!”

“yn!” oliver runs out of his dads grasp and into hers. yn picks him up and kisses his cheek gently.

“missed you.” he whispers into her shoulder.

“i missed you too ollie! why don’t you go ahead in that room right over there. left some toys for you to play with.”

oliver nods before walking into the direction yn pointed at. eddie walks over to her and kisses her cheek.

“hi, beautiful. missed you.”

she smiles as she stands on the tip of her toes and kisses him gently. completely forgetting her brother standing there. seth clears his throat before the two of them turned to look at him.

“dinners probably ready. we should go.” seth kept his thoughts to himself. not wanting to say anything just yet until the whole family was gathered together. yn ends up getting ollie as everyone gathered around the table for dinner.

it was an awkward silence. she could tell all eyes were on her and eddie. she didn’t exactly know what anyone was thinking. heart breaking in the process of the silence.

“how exactly old are you, eddie?”

“im thirty-five, sir.” eddie states as he clears his throat

“so, how’d someone your age meet our daughter?” yn father asked.

eddie clears his throat. “met on her twentieth birthday party.”

“and what exactly where you doing at a young lady’s birthday party?” seth glares at the older gentleman.

“his friends girlfriend is a fan. he wanted an autograph so eddie took him to the party. we met outside the venue and hit it off.” yn speaks for him.

“yn, are you outta your goddamn mind?!” out of everyone yn never suspected that jasmin would be the one to yell at her.

yn clears her throat.

“jas!” yn mother scolds.

“mom, she’s dating someone fourteen years older than her. you can’t seriously tell us that you’re okay with this?!”

“your sister is an adult! she can make adult decisions.”

andy scoffs. “she’s barely an adult mom! she’s only twenty one. he’s my age ma.”

“and? your sister is happy! she can make her own decisions. you all need to stop babying her. she can date whoever she wants.”

“i love your daughter and sister. i didn’t go out seeking for someone young. i fell in love with her because she’s smart, beautiful, and talented! she treats my son like her own and for that, she has my whole entire heart. none of you have to like me or be okay with us, but it won’t stop me from one day getting on one knee and asking her to spend the rest of our lives together. she’s my everything. she’s a sunflower in my eyes! a ray of sunshine. im not asking for your approval. im just telling you how it is. we’re a family and i hope that you all will be apart of that family. if not, so be it.” eddie states. yn grabs his hand under the table as she sheds a tear.

“i love you, eds.”

“i like him! moms right. yn is an adult. she knows what she’s doing! if she’s happy so am i.” kimberly shrugs her shoulders.

yn father gets out of his seat and walks towards eddie. “i still don’t approve. i think you’re too old for our child! but anyone tough enough to say how he feels like in front of anyone’s child, i say is a man in love. just take care of my daughter!”

eddie nods his head. “with my whole heart.”

yn dad hums as he sits back down in his seat. dinner finished up with no one leaving in bruises. for yn, that’s a win!

“ill see you tomorrow, yeah?”

yn hums as she kisses eddie goodbye and kisses the top of olivers head. once they were gone yn turns. she had a huge smile on her face as she heads upstairs to her room.

“think he’s the one?” yn mother asked her husband as they watch their daughter leave.

“yeah, i recognize that smile from a mile away.” yn father states as he holds on to his wife. watching as another one of their babies slowly start to leave the nest.

okay so this was longer than i attended for it to be! what do you guys think?

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[bunnakit]

last twilight ep 7 thoughts, feelings, etc

ALRIGHT i ran my errands, caught up on pit babe and playboyy to relax, and now i'm doing my speedwatch. i took some notes while watching the first time and they're a fucking MESS but hopefully they help me remember everything i want to comment on because without fail i always forget something.

you'll all be glad to know this week's meta bullshit from me is far, far less romantic and wistful than last weeks. you've all been spared by my adhd brain not being able to piece together a single poetic thought.

i kind of knew from this moment the trajectory the episode would take. Day is clearly nervous but not defensive - this isn't out of the realm of something Mhok would do for him but with recent context it probably feels fairly intimate. i think this was a really good indicator of what we're in for.

there's a collection of sunflowers in Day's room, tucked away in the corner, not unlike Mhok tucking away his feelings for Day's comfort. the poor things are shrouded in shadow, away from the light. the pain is unending and forever.

Day's flashback to the kiss has me curious. his eyes are closed so he's not even thinking back to seeing what he can of Mhok up close. as he reminisces about this kiss is he simply remembering the sensation of Mhok's lips on his own? how his hands curled into Mhok's jacket? and i'm sure we've all seen the post but - was he thinking of the way Mhok tasted like cigarettes? this isn't to romanticize his disability, i'm just genuinely wondering what exactly he's drawing on here in this moment, because it's clearly something significant to him.

Porjai just keeps getting prettier every episode and it's making me insane. i just think i should be allowed to take care of her.

"I'm jealous of Day's ability to make you smile."

this makes me think Mhok's smiles have been few and far between, and maybe Porjai has been looking to bring out that smile for a long time. does she ever worry that maybe someday Mhok could end up like Rung? does she worry about finding him too?

oh i so very badly want the context for this, i want to know everything. but also, it's really not that surprising. not when we've seen the things Mhok has done for Day. Mhok lives his life in extremes; anger, kindness, protectiveness, his work, etc. everything Mhok does he puts his whole self into it and it's nice to see his love is no different, because why would it be?

i'm once again in awe of what P'Aof has done with Mhok and Porjai, though. they live together so easily and naturally. there's nothing strange or awkward about it, just two people surviving life together. it's such a breath of fresh air.

Day just cannot catch a break when it comes to August. this has to hurt so fucking badly, the pity has to feel amplified by 1000. not only was August trying to force himself to like Day back because he's blind, but also because he was thinking of leaving. Day is a stronger man than me because i would be frothing at the mouth pissed.

but once again, Mhok doesn't let Day stew in his fish tank. he encourages him to go out and resolve his feelings, even if that means screaming at August and letting out all his hurt and frustration. he's seen what happens when Day lets his hurt fester and he won't let it happen again, not while he's around.

"He's a lot stronger than I thought. It's me who's so weak that I let him down."

as much as August pisses me off, i do think this is him realizing his pity was misplaced, and he failed Day in that way, so he gets some redemption points here. (still think he's a stinky bastard man tho)

the immediate distance Mhok puts between himself and the group never fails to hurt my heart. i get it, he's there for a job, but their relationship has progressed past that - now even moreso, and i cant help but wonder if this is his attempt at keeping a distance, curbing his expectations, reminding himself that while his role is to be by Day's side it's only in a professional capacity.

i love that Gee acknowledges him with a little head nod, occasionally looks in Mhok's direction as if to include him, she's just - ugh - i love all the women in this show so fucking much. i just wish someone would invite Mhok over sometime, encourage him to join the conversation (like they did back at the party.)

sometimes Mhok really is the embodiment of a shadow - both of Day and of his former self (for good or bad.)

(he looks so fucking sexy leaning like that with his shirt tucked into his pants tho, whew.)

Gee also becomes one of my favorite people for asking Day to take the photo of all of them. she just gets it, she includes him, she doesn't act like he can't do things, she even insists he can, she's just !!! the women of all time in this show i swear!!! I LOVE WOMEN!!!!

also the "you don't drink coffee, girl spill the tea" from Gee is just so good. she knows a diversion tactic when she sees one.

i want this expression framed, she's so cute, HELP.

i wish i had the time and energy today to make gifs for this week but ugh. the journey Mhok's face went on here to end up at quiet resignation. because he did figure. someone like Day? with someone like him? because we know Mhok's opinion of himself isn't great, largely influenced by his incarceration and reintegration into society, i'm sure, along with his guilt. but there had been that little bud of hope, a little sunflower seed that had bloomed just a little too far, reached for the sun a little too much. it must feel like a weed in his chest.

the way Day says 'here' so softly, with so much vulnerability made me feel like screaming. he doesn't know what his feelings are for Mhok yet (you can't tell me he doesn't feel anything) but he knows he doesn't want to lose Mhok and the sudden idea of it is terrifying. Mhok is the only person that really understands him, one of the only people he's comfortable around anymore, and he can't lose that. he doesn't want to go back to the dirty fish tank.

i also think this was an indicator to Mhok that maybe Day doesn't know how he feels, and maybe he can get away with flirting in tiny, subtle ways because from here on his secret flirting game is in full effect and it's so fucking cute. he's careful not to completely push past Day boundaries, but to test them in gentle ways.

THE SHOES MY BELOVEDS. we all know what i feel about these shoes after last week and i'm so glad to see all of my stupid babbling confirmed here. i love that Mhok constantly mends things instead of throwing them away. the sentimentality of items means something to Mhok and we love him for that.

we also got a proper 'sweet dreams' this episode, finally!! thank you subbers!

so many shots of feet this ep tho and lemme tell you as someone that HATES feet, this was rough.

oh you are so smitten. Day realizing Mhok is warm, warm in his own way, warm in such a gentle and understated way. UGH. you would've thought he knew after everything they've been through but sometimes people need a reminder and maybe something to drive them to pay closer attention. our boy is BESOTTED. kicking his feet and giggling. i think this is the happiest we've ever seen him.

so here's where i'm probably going to wax poetic the most. Mhok is finally opening up to Day in such an incredible way. he brings Day to his home with no fear of pity or judgement. he brings him into this sanctuary created by him, his sister, and Porjai and he cooks for him and cares for him and in letting him in Day sees even more how impossibly warm Mhok is.

what's even greater is there isn't a single moment where Day is jealous or questions Porjai being there. Mhok has told him she's expecting and he's never weird about it, just kind and understanding and it's all so normalized, it's fucking beautiful. Day even takes the time to encourage Porjai, to share about his mom, and about the strength it takes to be a single mom. P'Aof i adore you.

Mhok has planted jasmine simply because he knows Day likes it, and maybe now he likes it too. and he brings Last Twilight home to practice reading (i'd always wondered how he managed to read without stumbling over himself lmao) and he's done it so much that now Porjai wants to name their child Mee, wants to create this connection to Day forever.

and once prompted, once Day knows enough to ask, Mhok opens up about Rung, talks about her more. Day comments on the warmth of the house, something started by Rung and cultivated by Mhok. it would be so easy for the house to feel cold and clinical, especially knowing what happened here, but Mhok has kept it a home - warm, inviting, comforting - all the things Mhok has been to Day.

the noises took me by fuckin' surprise tho, i genuinely looked around my house like who the fuck is making all that noise and then i was like OH THOSE ARE-- OKAY--

and I know people are like haha P'Aof has a scent kink but like. idk. maybe it's just me but scents are something i'm drawn to. i remember the way someone smelled more than i remember their face. i recently took a shirt out of my closet and immediately started crying. it smelled like face powder and perfume. it smelled like my grandma. the leather jacket pushed to the side smells like cigarettes and horses, like my dad always did.

scent is such an ingrained memory, something that is so hard for our brains to let go of. every time i get a familiar smell it knocks me on my ass, and i'm so glad to see some of this represented in these shows.

this absolutely warmed my heart. whatever is going on with Night and Day is clearly more on Day's side than anything else. Night clearly loves his brother and i'm just fucking DYING to know what is going on that is causing Day to drive a wedge between them. sure, Night hasn't been perfect, but there's love there and that counts for so much.

and what exactly are you doing here??? this is a charity run for blindness - does he know someone that is blind other than Day? did meeting Day inspire him to participate? has he spent time talking to Mhok about Day and maybe the difficulties of his blindness? i am filled with questions but i love this character so much, he's just so kind.

Day's hesitation to cross the finish line was also something i found so interesting. it felt long, possibly too drawn out, but Day needed to think, needed time to understand that if he crosses that finish line, if he accepts Mhok's request to be his boyfriend, their lives will never go back to how they were. things between them will change forever, whether the relationship is a success or otherwise. it's an incredibly mature thing of Day to do, even if it felt a little lengthy for us, the audience.

i strongly believe that in addition to Mhok Porjai is going to be a big driving force in Night and Day's reconciliation. i would love to see Porjai gain Night's side of the story, Mhok gain Day's side of the story, and the two of them working together to see how they can reunite these brothers.

also if i had a nickle for every time P'Aof paired Mark with a pregnant woman in his shows i'd have two nickles, which isn't a lot but it's interesting it has happened twice.

while i, like everyone else, hope the mock proposal is a parallel we get to see later i want to focus more on this moment.

i forget who said it, it's long gone to the depths of my dash by now, but someone commented that disabilities do not stop for love, and fuck is that so true. i love Mhok's concern, his immediate reaction to soothe, and the way he seems to feel Day's fear as his own. and poor Day, he can't even enjoy this moment of bliss with Mhok because of course, of course something like this had to happen. it's so fucking real in the way Last Twilight has been this entire time.

the constant excellent representation of disabled living has been incredible to see, i've seen so much of myself in this show (even though my disability is so very different) and it's been like a warm blanket put over very single comment: you're too young to be disabled, you aren't THAT disabled, you're being dramatic, etc.

from the bottom of my heart, thank you P'Aof and team.

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[songofpolaris]

Imagine: dancing in the refrigerator light

-> pairing; reader x sirius black

-> wc; 734

-> warnings; fluff, mentions of food and hunger

-> a/n; i haven’t written in fucking forever, but i’ve been trying to get back into it so… i hope you like this

dancing in the refrigerator light, the playlist

You sneak down the wooden stairs, tip toeing on the edges, hoping they won’t creak too loud. They’re old stairs though, they creak any way you walk on them. They would probably be just as loud if you just walked loud and proud on them.

But it’s three in the morning, you’re hungry and you can’t wake everyone else up just because you want that glass of lemonade and popcorn so bad. So you try to respect their non hungry sleep and be careful when you go to make your stomach’s dreams come true.

At the bottom of the stairs you lightly step down onto your feet and go left into the kitchen. Humming your favorite song while walking onto the cold kitchen tiles. It’s a warm march night and just the old shirt you normally sleep in is enough to keep you from being cold.

There’s a soft breeze coming through the delicate curtains hanging before the old window, blowing some of the leaves of the sunflowers you keep in the vase before it into the kitchen. You pick the vase up and put it onto the island, hoping it’ll keep the flowers safe for a bit longer. Sadly, they’re dying. But they look dreadfully beautiful while doing so.

Lily’s painting of them is standing on the counter on her cute little easel. You told her about how beautiful you thought they were and she painted them for you when you were cooking lunch today.

You close the kitchen door and turn the stereo on. A low volume, but good enough to dance to. “Stand by me” comes grating through the boxes.

Climbing onto the counter you go to open the kitchen cabinet, in search of the popcorn. Now that Lily is pregnant you try to hide your snacks as good as you can but she keeps finding them. This time you thought you should hide it in the cabinet both of you can’t reach from the ground, assuming she won’t take the risk. Reaching around in the cabinet you finally feel the container you put them in and grab it. Victory.

“What’re you doing angel?” Someone suddenly voices from the door. You turn around. Eyes wide.

“Did you just stuff your face with popcorn.”

He said it more like an observation than a question. You shake your head while quickly trying to get through the full hand of popcorn you just propped into your mouth.

“I’ll be nice and wait for you to swallow so you can deny it with a full correct grammar sentence and everything.”

You swallow the last bit of popcorn quickly. “Thanks!” And jump off the counter to open the fridge to get the lemonade.

“You want some?” You look over to your boyfriend’s now clear face. He really always is standing in the spotlight, even when it’s just refrigerator light. He shakes his head and grabs your hand. His mouth grazes your ear as he pulls you closer and whispers “What if we just danced?”

You respond with a smile and a loving pinch in his hand. “Don’t you think we’ll wake them up?” You answer softly while looking up at the ceiling. James and Lily are sleeping in the room right above you.

“I’ll wake the whole world up just to dance with you, now come on. Give me this bit of joy my love.” He lifts your intertwined hands up and turns you around, catching you in his arms. The fridge’s spotlight shining onto the both of you, complimenting the boy’s years of painful obligated ballroom dance trainings to impress at formal family events or to woo the elite of the wizarding world.

“I love you, you know.” You say as he sways you around the kitchen. He decided that just dancing in front of the fridge wasn’t enough anymore.

You’re twirling around, taking leaves with you and sprinkling popcorn around everywhere he takes you.

Sirius smiles. A broad smile. With teeth and dimples and a chuckle. The whole cute Sirius smile thing.

“I know.”

“You know?”

“I’ve known for a long time. You’ve known even longer.”

“What did I know even longer?”

“That I’ll dance with you even after my doctor has screamed at me for dancing while needing a hip replacement. That I’ll dance with you until the sun comes up and goes back down again and the stars obliterate and the earth becomes unliveable.”

You smile. “I didn’t know, Siri.”

“Now you do. Now you know I’ve loved you for forever.”

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[milimeters-morales]

So my thing with Hobie’s nicknames: I have Hobie call Lyla “Tinkerbell” or “Tink” bc she’s small, has a yellow glow, and has an attitude, so i’m probably just gonna have him base his names off of childrens’ story characters, like for example Jess would be “Kanga” and her unborn baby is “Roo”, Margo I haven’t decided yet since we don’t know much about her movie-self and Hobie wouldn’t have any character to reference bc of her technology, but from what I’ve seen she could have her nickname as something related to The Little Mermaid because while everyone is here in person, she’s in her own dimension in a life she doesn’t really enjoy, but i’m also hesitant to have him think “Cinderella” is a good name because cmon. Her parents argue a lot, and she does use being a vigilante as a form of escape, but that’s implying that they hate her and harm her, and that’s not something Hobie would say without 100% certainty. Maybe he’d just give her a non-character nickname, like Pixie (bc Pixelate, Pixie Dust, Pick-&-Choose, whatever). Okay this is getting long it’s continued under the cut.

I personally don’t like the Gwendy and Peter Pan nicknames he gave Gwen and Miles but i guess it’s cute, but i would’ve preferred something a bit more personal to Miles rather than just in relation to Gwen bc they feel less like their own people then, even tho Peter and Wendy were an adorable duo. I can see Gwen = Wendy bc she ran away from home to a “neverland” that was supposed to be a paradise basically but realizes she can’t stay, or if you take that “Gwen was going to be shot in the stomach” thing some people who worked on the movie said they got rid of and apply it to her “ghost, gwen stacy always falls, forever immortal and taking back control” thing and her relationship with death and the idea of Neverland having dead children so they are “immortal” and “never grow up” it sticks.

But (even if it’s teasing) calling Miles “Peter Pan” doesn’t even make sense because he didn’t lead her here, she led him to the Society (unknowingly). Like people want to shove “sunflower” and “flower” into everything involving Miles so badly and it feels EXTREMELY forced. I feel like Hobie would call him something else, and this is where the name “Bambi” could come in because while Miles hasn’t lost his mother or father, he’s still learning his place in the world while saving countless people now and in the future, and will eventually become a great stag, even if life wasn’t always kind to him. But again, I don’t think Hobie would do that 100% because he doesn’t really know Miles like that. Or, he could go for more recent nicknames and non-character names that are safer, like “Brave Little Toaster/Toaster” for obvious reasons, or “Spark/Bolt/Livewire” that don’t feel as child-like as “Bambi” or as forced as “Peter Pan”

I also have to take into account what things Hobie just might not have seen, because in the setting i’m talking about he’s not living in a houseboat, so he probably doesn’t have much time to see or learn about these fairytales/characters, and it’s based on chance on when he’d know about them. Because I also have to remember that his city is still highly policed and his people are forced to fit into the mold and comply to societal standards and whatnot, so even things as simple and enjoyable as short stories for kids would be heavily controlled. Libraries are fucked in his universe but they’re one of the only “safe” havens. I think it really adds to his attitude about his own life, how he’s much older than these friends despite being like 16-19, and how he feels the most responsible for them no matter how much he denies that and tries to get rid of that feeling. Calling them these nicknames gives him both the feeling of “haha, these little kids are the future and i’m an old man” and “i’m a little kid again!!”

that’s it :3

#to be clear this is all in my fic. so like it’s not really anything i’m applying to canon atsv hobie at all. lmao #me just ranting #that was the lost coherent post of the day people the pain is back and with a vengeance….. #miles morales #spiderman #spider man #hobie brown #spiderpunk #spider punk #ghost spider #spidergwen #gwen stacy #m&m posts #not tagging the others sorry margo lyla jess and jess’s baby

[steviewashere]

hello!! steddie and 38 for the kiss prompt?? 💕

Hey, hey! <3 As a heads up, you might hate me for this. Everybody might hate me for this, lol. But here we go <3

Number 38: "Because they're running out of time."

CW: Eddie Munson Nearly Dies Here Tags: Season 4, Canon Divergence, Childhood Friends Steddie, Friends to Strangers to Friends?, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Love Confession, Near Death

🕰️—————🕰️ When they structured the plan to go back into the Upside Down, Nancy had suggested that Eddie and Dustin team up for the demobats. Now, Steve loves Nancy—not in that way—but he thought that that was one of the dumbest things he’d ever heard come from her mouth. And she’s incredibly intelligent, like mad scientist level intelligent, surpassing everybody on this earth kind of intelligent.

“Dustin should go with Lucas and Max,” he argued, “and I’ll stay with Eddie.”

The room had fallen silent. Until, Robin piped up, “But we’re going to need your pitching arm, Steve. That—We need somebody to throw the molotov cocktails.”

He scoffed. “No, you don’t. Robs, you used to play softball before getting on the soccer team. You two will be perfectly fine without me. And, besides, if things go haywire—Abort. Walkie on your channel, and we’ll fucking take our losses and replan all this bullshit.”

While the room had erupted into an intense argumentative cadence, Steve held his ground. Looked to Eddie. To his panicked eyes that had not once calmed since they met—again.

Steve knew what he was getting into when they found Eddie. They hadn’t been friendly and sweet on each other since middle school. Since being little kids, but that didn’t mean Steve wouldn’t at least try again. That he wouldn’t put up a fight and demand to be put in Eddie’s corner. So he held onto this, held out on this change in plans, because Eddie looked back on the sofa. He looked to Steve with something like…longing. Like he wanted to reach out and take Steve’s hand. And if the room hadn’t been full of people that just wouldn’t understand, Steve would’ve taken the plunge. He would’ve indulged.

He should’ve indulged, now that he’s kneeled on the ground in a pile of limp demobat bodies. Eddie is in his arms, blood soaked and babbling. And Steve wishes they could start again.

“Keep looking at me, Eds,” he pleads, “look at me and…and tell me one of your stories. You’re good at that. Can you do that?”

For a moment, Eddie’s breath catches. And in those grave seconds, Steve thinks it's over. He brings his hand, which was laying over Eddie’s waist, and places it on his chest. On Eddie’s slow beating heart and his rattling lungs. And he presses. As if, by his touch alone, Eddie would continue to live.

Steve wants him to live. Wants to get him out of here. Get him to safety and hold him and clean his hair and go swimming in Lover’s Lake like they did as kids over the summer. Take Eddie by the hand and go hiking through the woods, turn over every rotting branch to look at worms, and be gifted with rocks Eddie deems cool enough. Ride their bikes until their legs ache and their stomachs are sick and they’re craving lemonade and cookies. Wants to love on him forever because he was a fool; gave it all up for…what…popularity?

Eddie gasps wetly. Coughs up blood from the back of his throat, it drips sluggishly down his chin. Instinctively, Steve cradles his jaw and wipes it all away. Until it’s tacky and red on his own skin. Then, Eddie’s eyes sweep over to him. He blinks. Cries silently. And states, quiet enough for only mice to hear, “’86 is going to be my year, Stevie.”

“Yeah?” Steve prods, breathless and on the verge of crying himself. He thumbs at Eddie’s tears. “Tell me, Eds. Tell me how it’s gonna be your year.”

Another rattling, wet breath. “Graduate,” Eddie mutters, “and…and play with the band. I was—G’nna go to y’r house. Give…Give you a sunflower. You…My S’v’ie likes flowers.” He stares up at Steve, but Steve doesn’t feel very looked at. Like maybe Eddie’s seeing something beyond him, above him. He bites his lip and cradles Eddie’s jaw again.

“I do,” Steve whispers, “I loved when you gave me flowers, Eds.”

He sniffs and tries not to think about the dried petals of flowers he kept over the years. Ones that he stashed away in old books given to him by Wayne. That reside in his dresser drawers and in a cardboard box in his closet. Tries not to think about taking Eddie home with him, after all this is over, and showing him all the things he kept.

How, in moments where Steve felt lost, he pulled out the rocks and books and other trinkets, and wondered. Where Eddie was. What he was doing. Why he forced himself away from the only friend, sans Robin, that felt real.

“S’eve?” Eddie weakly calls.

He only hums, pressing his thumb deep into the going cold skin of Eddie’s right cheek.

Eddie reaches a clumsy hand up to Steve’s face, but doesn’t quite reach. So Steve ducks closer. Lets Eddie pull him in towards his face. Wipe away his own tears. Caress the few moles by his ear.

“I love you,” Eddie breathes. Inhales with a gurgle and Steve sobs in turn. “Love you, S’eve. Wanted…Been wantin’ you for forever.”

“Eds…”

In one fell swoop, Eddie pulls Steve in all the way. Noses along Steve’s. Then, with the strength of a newborn deer, he presses his lips to Steve’s. They’re slick with blood and drying tears. Chapped, split at the corners. He moves slowly while Steve tries not to devour. Eddie’s hand drapes over the back of Steve’s neck, neither grasping nor safe anymore. But he kisses. Like…

Like it’s the last time he’ll ever do it.

Maybe it is, Steve realizes in those few seconds. Because Eddie’s breath grows shallower, raspier between them. He gurgles blood into Steve’s mouth. And that’s tasted on Steve’s tongue, metallic and sweet and harmful. Maybe it doesn’t need to be.

Steve forces them apart. Lets Eddie try and drag him back, but doesn’t go back to that kiss. “Save…Save it, Eds,” Steve begs, “Save it for when we’re home and—I can show you how much I love you, too, okay? Can you—“

“Can’t,” Eddie slurs, “I…S’v’ie.”

He presses another soft kiss, this time to Steve’s thumb, where it’s still close to the split corner of his mouth. But he doesn’t look back.

“S’v’ie, love you.”

“I love you, too, Eds,” Steve murmurs meekly. “I’ll take you home, okay? I can—“ He takes a sharp gasp, sobbing through an exhale. “—Kiss me tonight. You stay with me and kiss me,” his voice wavers, “kiss me like we were never apart.”

“‘M’kay.”

“Okay, Eds,” Steve sighs, crying softly, “okay.”

Though it pulls on all his injuries, Steve hefts them up off the ground. Grimaces at Eddie’s pained yelp. And moves one foot after the other. They can’t be running out of time, Steve tries to digest.

Because he just got his boy back. They can’t be. I can’t be, Steve believes, hefting Eddie’s nearly limp body through the portal. I won’t.

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Sunflower Fields: a Choso Love Story Chapter Eight

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You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso

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Choso was currently lost in thought, caressing your back as you were sleeping peacefully, your head on his chest, bare leg wrapped around his naked lower section, breathing heavily. You had done so well for him earlier, taking his cock like a good girl, crying, full blown sobbing from it, obeying his every command, he was so proud of you.

He looked down at you in pure admiration, with your curls spread across his chest and hitting his chin, tickling him slightly, but he wouldn’t dare move right now. He wanted to be in this moment forever, you, fragile, completely fucked out, and at peace, in his arms, without a single worry in the world.

That’s all Choso wanted for you, to have no worries whatsoever. He didn’t want you to stress about anything life threw at you, whether that be emotional, mental, physical, or financial. He wanted, no needed to take care of all that for you. It was like a primal instinct in him, to take care of everything and everyone he cared for. It had been second nature to him to do so, being the oldest brother and caregiver for his younger siblings. You were a crucial part of his life now, so that meant you fit the criteria for him to be responsible for you. He would work hard to make sure you never suffered whatsoever, no matter how much it wrung him dry. He would move mountains for you, do anything for you, if you just asked, hell, he was going to do it anyway, without you having to ask. 

His first task was to figure out what had prompted you to be so upset earlier in the day. He wasn’t complaining that you showed up to his workplace, but the look on your face read nothing but distress. Choso’s jaw clenched at the memory, livid at the thought of something or someone doing anything to hurt you. When you didn’t want to talk about it, that pleading look in your beautiful dark eyes begging him to drop the issue, he couldn’t force you to discuss the concern. How could he? All he would be doing was make you relive a situation you were obviously trying to escape. So, he was going to drop it, for now. 

Choso was going to make sure you felt comfortable enough with him by continuing to have patience, knowing that it’s paid off so far. He had you in his bed, bare and sprawled on him, with that gorgeous body of yours that had just been taken to heaven, fast asleep. The fruits of his labor were finally paying off, so why ruin that?

This isn’t to say that Choso didn’t have a personal theory of his own. His mind immediately went to your shitty ex-boyfriend. He didn’t want to think about the fact that you were still communicating with Suguru, but how could he not right now? To his knowledge, the only people you spoke to on a daily basis were Andrea and himself, and the two of them would never do anything to hurt you. There was a possibility you were having familial issues, that was a logical explanation for you being so upset, but he had a feeling that wasn’t the problem. Something in his gut was telling him that it was your ex, still in your life, weaseling his way back in. The thought of you communicating with him pissed him off, and badly. Choso was logical though, and he knew what he brought to the table, so you couldn’t be doing so on your own accord. Right?

Choso didn’t even notice he was squeezing your side at the thought of this, until he heard you let out a small whimper and stir next to him, causing a pained expression to your still sleeping face. He immediately softened his grip in a panic, heart dropping at the pain he accidentally caused you, and rubbed the side of your hips to soothe the ache. He knew there were already marks from his hard grasps from earlier that evening, him not being able to control it then at the feel of your slick, warm pussy, but he didn’t want to create more. He had to stop thinking about the issue at hand, for it was the source of his current anger, making him involuntarily hurt you in the process. The protective and possessive man knew himself: when rage plagued him it wasn't normal, he would lose control, causing him to say and do things he wouldn’t remember later, it was the epitome of “blacking out.” He couldn’t do that around you, it would only terrify you, make you afraid of him. God, he’d die if that happened, he just knew it.

He let out a silent sigh through his nose and looked at your sleeping figure again, the moonlight that came through his window illuminating your brown skin and beautiful features, making the silhouette of your body picture worthy. Your moisturized shiny coils were covering a part of your face, in which Choso moved them slightly to get a better look at you. Your closed eyes were stained with black mascara from the tears you had shed earlier, your round nose and your puffy, full lips opened slightly, creating a masterpiece of a face that you possessed. 

You were so fucking beautiful. 

He had never seen a more perfect person in his entire life, it was like God spent years, no centuries, crafting you, making sure that there wasn’t an imperfection in sight when he finished. 

Choso’s hand moved up to caress your cheek before he gave your forehead a soft kiss, careful not to wake you. He then slowly moved your body off him, carefully removing your soft limbs one by one onto his silk sheets. Once you were no longer on top of him, he got up from bed silently, covering your body with the comforter as he went. He had to keep his promise to you to get the morning-after pill you seemingly needed. 

He wanted to roll his eyes in frustration as the words left his mouth to offer such a thing, but he knew you didn’t want children just yet. You wanted to get married first for security, which Choso understood, but he would take care of you either way. He was going to marry you and you were going to have his babies, he knew that much, but it annoyed him that he had to wait. He wanted nothing more than to fill you with his seed and make your belly round, again and again. You were going to be his little housewife, waiting for him to come home from work with dinner prepared, looking pretty with his child in your stomach. You would stay home, take care of the many children the two of you would have, then after a long day of work, he would put more babies in you, knowing that just two or three wouldn’t be enough. He wanted at least five little you’s running around, hearing shouts of mommy and daddy all day long.

His goal was going to be accomplished, his mission to make you depend on him for everything, make you carefree and happy without a worry in this world, with no one to bring you down. All he wanted was to protect you and shield you from any harm, and if that meant he would have to eradicate any and every problem brought to you, he would do so in an instant. Consequences be damned, he had enough money to erase anything thrown his way. No expense would be spared when it came to protecting you.

He meant what he said when he proclaimed you were going to be his forever. Once he fucked you raw, which he had never done with any woman before you, you were his until one of you left this earth. Even after that. The two of you were connected now, Your bare flesh connecting with each other sealing the deal, and no other man or woman was going to have you the way he’s had you, he would die before he let that happen. No one was going to come in the way of your happiness, he knew that much. Choso felt great knowing he was the only person capable of bringing the joy that he provided you with. He’d prayed to every God and Deity he could think of many nights before bed, manifesting for you to finally be ready to receive him, and now you were. You were his forever, you just didn’t know how serious he was as he said it.

Choso was finally dressed in a simple sweatsuit and out the door, not before sending you a text to let you know he was heading to the drugstore in case you woke from your peaceful slumber. It only took him ten minutes to arrive, and he hurried inside, seeing the place closed in only twenty minutes. He wanted to make it quick anyways, knowing you hadn’t eaten and wanted to get you food before you woke, hangry and cranky. He’d thought it was cute when he would take you to lunch or dinner, with you purposely not eating in fear of spoiling your appetite. This then prompted you to be on edge until you were finally fed. The way you became more impatient (if that were even possible,) more snippy, and whiny made Choso’s lips turn into a smile, regardless of how you would accidentally lose your temper on him, then apologize profusely afterwards, claiming your stomach was in your back and that you just needed to eat something already. He didn’t think there was anything you could do to piss him off or turn him away, in all honesty, everything about you was just so damn cute.

Just as he was stepping into the small drugstore, he was receiving a phone call, seeing it was from you. A frown formed upon his features as he quickly swiped to answer, barely letting it ring, afraid something was wrong. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He said immediately, getting to the point, quickly, as he was walking towards the contraceptives aisle.

“Cho’, where are you? Where did you go? I woke up and you weren’t here.” There was a grogginess in your voice, words laced with a slight whine and Choso’s heart warmed. He loved how needy you could be sometimes. He loved being needed.

“Baby, I’m at the store. I texted you before I left, did you check your phone?” You didn’t answer immediately and he assumed you were checking your phone when you let out a small, “Oh.”

“Sorry. I woke up to use the bathroom and couldn’t find you.” You started and Choso heard an echo, assuming you were in the restroom as you were speaking, sounding more awake already. “Don’t worry about getting the pill though, I don't think I’ll need it anymore.”

His brows furrowed, confused. “Why not?” His heart jumped, thoughts immediately going to you not caring if you fell pregnant, even though that was obviously not true. 

You let out a groan as Choso heard the toilet flush and the sink water run soon after. “I started my period. I think you knocked off my cycle.” Choso stopped in confusion in the middle of the aisle as you continued. “Can you please just get me tampons? I don’t think you would have any here, considering this is a house full of men.” He heard you open and close cabinets, seeming to be searching for something that wasn’t there. Of course he wouldn’t have those stocked, he didn’t have any female family members, nor did he care enough about his previous flings to have them there for more than an hour. He would pretty much screw them, then kick them out shortly afterwards, not caring to give them any sort of excuse why.

“Uh… yeah?” He scratched his head, messing up his dark locks in the process, confused for a couple reasons. He’d paid attention in health class, but he didn’t know he could start a woman’s cycle early just by having sex, he also had no idea what kind of tampons to get you. He knew there were different sizes…but for what? “I have no idea what…size to get? Like what size is your vagina, babe?” He asked, cluelessly.

He heard you laugh through the speaker of his phone loudly, startling him and making him pull his phone from his ear, before his cheeks reddened in embarrassment. 

“It’s not about size, it’s about the amount of blood flow.” You were still giggling as you continued, and Choso took it upon himself to walk towards the feminine care aisle, face hot and self-conscious at his obliviousness, which was pretty close to where he already was. “Please just get me the regular size. And please bring snacks. I’m so hungry.” You finished as he found what you requested before heading to the snack aisle, already knowing what to get you.

He cleared his throat, still trying to recover from his awkwardness. “Already on it. I’ll be home in a half hour, okay? I’m gonna’ stop to pick up some pizza.” He knew that the chocolate and cheese puffs you were obsessed with weren’t going to fill your stomach, so he had already planned on stopping to get a box. 

“Okay, see you soon!” You said into the cell phone speaker, sounding wide awake now and hung up before he had the chance to answer. 

Choso’s smile returned to his face as you hung up the phone, happy to be of service to you. He loved buying you things, taking you places, and overall providing for you. He couldn’t wait until he could take care of you full time, giving you his credit cards to go shopping, to get your nails done, whatever your little heart desired. As long as that smile was on your face and your heart was content, he would do anything.

Before Choso checked out, he strolled over to the hair care section to get what he was ninety-nine percent sure was a bonnet. He was searching for a yellow one, and was pleased to find the last one on the rack, striking gold. Choso had seen you wear a bonnet the nights he was at your place after he had just taken you out, with you putting in on your head right right you’d been given a world-rocking orgasm, falling asleep on him shortly afterwards. He wanted you to have whatever you needed when you came over to his place, which is what he was going to make a regular thing from now on. Hell, If you decided you were moving in today, he wouldn’t stop you. He was going to have you meet his brother Yuji very soon, wanting to show you more of his familial side. You had to know he was going to be a good father to your future children, so what better way than to show how he’d basically been a parent to his little brothers this whole time?

That wasn’t the only reason, of course, he also really wanted you to meet his brother. His youngest brother was very important to him, being his last “child” to leave his nest, so having you meet the boy was crucial to him. He and Yuji shared a special bond, being the oldest and youngest, and he wanted nothing more than for you to get to know the boy. Choso knew his brother would love you, with you and him having that same outspokenness, kindness, and sensitivity, so he knew there would be zero problems. 

When Choso walked in the front door with plastic bags and pizza in hand, he expected there to be at least some noise, maybe from the television or from you talking to Andrea on the phone, as you always did when you had free time. He was surprised to hear nothing but silence and confusion fell onto his features. After quickly removing his shoes, he placed the box of pizza and bags on the living room table, and walked to his bedroom. His light was on and when he stepped inside, he finally heard the hum of your voice, coming from his master bathroom. Relief flooded through him, realizing he wasn’t sure why he was worried in the first place. He had a ring camera at all entrances of the house, plus, where would you go? It was late, you didn’t bring your car (you never used it anyway, he began to notice,) and he was sure you didn’t want to leave anyway. 

The door was cracked and he could see a glimpse of you in his jacuzzi bathtub, water filled to the top with bubbles, your hair in something you had once told him was called a “pineapple,” with a few strands hanging down on the sides of your face. You continued humming, your voice sounding like an angel’s call, when Choso decided he didn’t want to get caught admiring staring at you. He knocked softly and you jumped a little, seemingly startled. 

You suspiciously let out a small “Choso?” and he entered the bathroom, a small smile on his face, now being able to see you completely.

“Hey, pretty girl.” He rested his hip against the counter and shamelessly gave you a look up and down. Most of your body was submerged, with bubbles covering the remainder of your body, all the way up to your neck. You looked so adorable, all you were missing was a rubber ducky. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He finished, and walked towards the tub, that startled look on your face fading, adoration filling your eyes shortly after. 

Choso leaned down and kissed your plush lips briefly, tasting your lemon flavored lip balm as his touched yours. 

You shook your head at him when he pulled away, a bright smile on your face now, those October eyes shining in the light. “That’s okay, I just didn’t hear you come in, is all.” Some of the bubbles faded as Choso pulled away from you, revealing one of your brown nipples that quickly pebbled from the cold air. Goosebumps raised on his arms and his dick stiffened slightly, causing him to bring his eyes back up to yours before his urge to fuck you back to sleep took over. He didn’t want to do that for a couple reasons: one being you needed to eat something, he hadn’t fed you yet today and was beginning to get worried, two being he wasn’t sure if you were in pain from your period and didn’t want to potentially make it worse for you. “I hope it’s okay that I ran myself a bath. I just felt kind of icky, you know?�� You snapped him out of his thoughts.

Choso smiled softly at you. You really had no idea how happy it made him that you were making yourself at home, using the bathtub that would soon be yours to share anyway. It was good that you were already comfortable enough to use his facilities on your own. “Of course it’s okay, baby. My home is your home.” It will be soon, literally.

Your wide smile returned, big and bright enough to give the sun competition. You were the brightest star in his solar system, bringing light to his days and warmth to his body. 

“Can I join you?” Choso said suddenly, without thinking. You looked so pretty and warm in that bathtub, and he wanted to share it with you. Besides, it was freezing outside and he wanted to toast himself before he caught a cold. 

You gave him an embarrassed look. “But…the blood,” You started, your voice getting quieter as you continued. “Won’t it gross you out?” You were twiddling your fingers now, your long acrylic nails covered in suds. 

Choso scoffed and rolled his eyes. “First of all, nothing about you could ever gross me out. Two, I grew up with three clumsy little brothers. You think blood scares me?” He finished as he began removing his clothes, knowing he wasn’t going to take no for an answer to begin with. He was just being considerate with asking. Your eyes were wide as he began to enter the bathtub, prompting you to move forward so he could sit behind you.

You shifted forward and allowed him to sit behind you, him opening his long legs to let you sit in between him. Your skin was warm on his as you laid back on him, leaning your head back on his chest. 

He watched you wince as you sat back onto his cold skin. “Jesus, Cho’! You’re freezing.” You tried to shift away from him, but he wrapped his arms around you, trapping you between his arms, forcing you to use your body warmth to heat him up. Your body felt like heaven against his, the warmth of your skin radiating onto his cold, pale, vampire-like body. He sighed softly as you squirmed, laughing, trying to swat him away, but eventually gave up, most likely realizing you would never win in a strength contest against the man. You let out a loud groan, defeated, and crossed your arms against your chest, above his arms that were currently on your midsection. 

“So annoying.” You sighed playfully, and began looking at your manicured nails that Choso loved so much as he chuckled in your hair, getting a whiff of your hair products. It smelled as it always did, like honey and tropical fruits, all he knew was that he loved the scent, the smallest whiff of honey now reminding him of you.

He smiled into your hair and leaned back more, pulling you with him as he let out a relaxed sigh, closing his eyes in the process. “I could do this every day with you, Sunflower.” He started, his deep voice echoing in the large bathroom. “Coming home after work, fucking your brains out, taking a bath with you, eating dinner…” His voice trailed off and opened his eyes as he felt you turn to face him, a tense look on your features. 

“Choso…” You began, your words creating a sudden tension. Your eyes read fear and anxiety and Choso sat up quickly, the water of the filled bathtub rippling in the process. “I have something to tell you.” 

“What is it?” His heart was racing, afraid of what you would say. Did his words scare you? He meant it, but was it too soon for him to let out?

“It’s about this morning…” You started, tears welling your eyes, and you looked down at the water, but Choso didn’t allow you to look down. He needed to look you in your eyes as you spoke to him, obviously stressed and anxious from what you were about to say. He lifted your soft chin gently with his fingers, while his bleeding heart dropped to his stomach, which was currently twisting in anger, waiting for you to continue. He wanted to speak, to get you to just say it already, but he knew he couldn’t pressure you right now, he just had to be patient as you gathered the courage to express what was on your mind. 

He watched as you took a deep breath, trying to blink away your tears before you continued. 

His poor fucking baby. What happened?

He was going to make sure whoever was responsible for this would suffer, one way or another. 

Your voice was shaking as you spoke, lips quivering in the process. “It’s about my ex. He showed up to the cafe today. I didn’t even tell him I was there.” Tears spilled from your eyes and Choso’s face softened, trying to process what you were telling him, all while not trying to scare you, wanting to get the full story before he completely lost his shit. “He said some weird shit. Something about me not going anywhere, him not letting me go- I don’t fucking know.” You tried to continue but he didn’t need you to any longer, getting the full thing now. You were turned towards him now, his arms wrapped around you, cradling you as you sobbed into him, tears and snot getting onto his chest. “I’m so fucking scared.” You finished, and it took everything inside of the man holding you not to explode right then and there, find where this asshole lived and conduct a way to make him disappear. He wasn’t sure how or in what way he would do this, but he was going to make it his mission to make sure your asshole ex-boyfriend never even looked your way again, even if that meant he had to take drastic measures.

Choso’s jaw clenched as he held you, his breathing hard, and face heated with wrath, knowing he was probably as red as a tomato. Of course he knew about Suguru, from both his own investigations and small things you’d told him before, but he had no idea that the sick fuck was still pining after you. Stalking you, showing up unannounced to your favorite place, bothering you. What the fuck was this guy’s issue? How dare he bother his girl, make you sob like this, terrify you?

He knew you wouldn’t have willingly gone out of your way to contact your ex-boyfriend again, he just knew you were better than the intrusive thoughts he had earlier. Every day you proved to him that he could trust you, to be freed from doubt that you would ever go back to that degenerate fuck. 

Choso’s arms were tight around you, your legs wrapped around his midsection, no longer sobbing but shaking softly. He was rubbing your back, soothing you the way he knew to put you to sleep each time he did it. His emotions were all over the place. Sorrow and misery, feeling your pain with you, being that this was the first time he’d seen you cry out of pure terror, really the first time he’d seen you cry from anything other than sex. He felt anger and wrath, knowing he was going to find a way to get his hands on Suguru, and deal with him, whether that be taking extreme measures or not was still up for debate. In all honesty, Choso wanted Suguru dead. Most of all though, Choso felt pure contempt and hate. He hated the piece of shit you decided to give yourself to for years. He hated him with every bone in his body.

There was a reason why Choso never let himself date before you. He knew how obsessive and borderline insane he could be when he loved someone. He would do literally anything for the people he loved, even if that meant people would end up hurt or even dead. That thought alone scared Choso, knowing he had tried to hide that part of himself, deep down where no one could ever find it, not even himself. Now that that part of himself had been located, he was terrified, terrified he wouldn’t be able to put it away again, terrified you would find out and want nothing to do with him anymore.

Your sniffles and the way you were gripping onto him, fear trembling through your body, was enough for him to do whatever it took to make sure you were safe, even if you did find out. He would do whatever it took to shield you from harm, even if that meant you would never ever leave his sight.

Chapter Nine is Posted

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Drabbles: 1k or less

Idling: Masterlist: Jake keeps having to front for Marc and Steven's new girlfriend. (series, explicit, angst + future sex)

Dozing: A man falls asleep on you on the bus. (oneshot, fluff)

Drifting: A change in your hours at work has you and Steven on different schedules. (oneshot, explicit, sex)

Dizzy, Drunk: You and Jake get sidetracked on the way to your date. (series, explicit, sex)

Deeper than I Can Reach: Steven spits in your mouth. Yeah. Then Marc wants a turn. (series, explicit, sex)

Good for Nothing: Marc wants you to degrade him. (oneshot, explicit, sex)

Make Room for Me: Jake wants to knock you up, whether you want to be or not. (oneshot, explicit, sex)

Status Ailment: Marc gets a migraine. (oneshot, fluff)

Cigarette: Jake comes to you for comfort. (oneshot, hurt/comfort)

An Island No More: For once, Marc believes he has a future. (oneshot, hurt/comfort)

Fractional Focus: Steven distracts you while he reads. (oneshot, explicit, sex)

The Thing About Marc Spector: Marc is determined to make you squirt for the first time. (DRM, oneshot, explicit, sex)

Racetrack: You feel lost about your schooling, your major, and your life. Steven helps. (oneshot, hurt/comfort)

Obsessed: Marc likes eating pussy and offers to eat yours. (DRM, oneshot, explicit, sex)

Slow Degrees: Steven is shy; reader corrupts him. (series, explicit, sex.)

Take These (Sunflower Seeds): A take on the soulmate trope where a goose will lead you to your soulmate. (oneshot, fluff)

Pushing Buttons: You've been popping your bubble gum all night. (DRM, oneshot, general)

Sweet Requitement: The power goes out on campus during the winter. You and Marc stay warm. (DRM, oneshot, general)

Audible: You catch Steven reading erotica and ask him to read to you. (oneshot, explicit)

Making Trouble: Marc finds where Jake stashes his cab, and he can't help but fuck you in it. (oneshot, explicit)

Sea of Sadness: You come back to your dorm room with Marc after being assaulted at a party. (DRM, oneshot, mature, non-con)

Pleased to Please: Jake finds out that Marc has a storage unit, and he can't help but seek his revenge. (sequel to Making Trouble, explicit)

Kinktober '23: Days 1-9 were able to be completed.

Be Lost: Reader asks Marc to dominate her and it changes their friendship forever. (multichap, explicit)

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🤠🐂🐓Texan Jake "Hangman" Seresin (Vol. II) Fic Recs🐓🐂🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: Alecjbi, Chase_acow, Dalearden, Dames_for_jamesbarnes, Dandeliondick, Davidbyrne, Earthangel_44, Ginnydear, Haridwar, Heir2slytherin, Kakyoins__wife, KazanskIce, Kiddi, MerielTLA, Nightwrite24, Owls4ever, Popandpizazz, Sceld, Sycamoretree, Thereisnocowboyemoji, Totoroboiii, Vannral, VarjoRuusu, Writerofthelorde.

> Texan Jake "Hangman" Seresin (Vol. I)

Art Bonus - I was cravin' the visual so badly I had to add these delightful pieces of art (don't hesitate to point others my way, I'm SURE I missed some 🤗🥰)

Aran’s Bullriding!Hangster - Aran’s Hat Rule!Hangster - Beezel’s (Smutty) Hat Rule!Hangster - Beezel’s Cowboy!Jake - Gray‘s Barbie Cowboy!Jake - Gray‘s Cowboy!Jake - Gray's Cowboy!Jake & Saloon Owner!Bradley - Megan’s Cowboy!Jake - Mustasekittens’ Cowboy!Jake - Storm’s Cowboy!Jake  - Storm’s Cowboys!Hangster.

The Exes of Texas Are Upon You by chase_acow {M}

While trying to enjoy their day off, a bet comes back to haunt Hangman forcing Rooster into a tight spot.

cowboy, take me away by ginnydear {T}

jake has a cowboy hat he doesn't just let anyone wear. bradley takes that as a challenge.

Show me the way home, honey! by thereisnocowboyemoji {E}

It’s perched on one of the posts of their poster bed frame and it drives Bradley absolutely crazy.

riding into the sunset with you by alecjbi {E}

While searching through the group's old Facebook posts, Jake finds a photo of Bradley that he can't seem to get over.

Nickelback isn't Romantic, Jake. by dandeliondick {T}

When Jake drinks everyone remembers that he's from Texas and one poorly placed bet from Fanboy leads to everyone in the bar learning Jake is from Texas and well...Bradley is just trying to make it through the night without jumping the ex-asshole.

"I bet on after Texas, it makes him soft." by dandeliondick {T}

The other man raised a brow before reaching up for the bottle Jake pulling it backwards making Jake fall into his chest with a huff. Bradley laughed as Jake honest to God pouted full bottom lip out, “Bradley Bradshaw stop being a dick.” Bradley kept ahold of the beers as he sat down making a dramatic show of getting comfortable before turning his smirk up at Jake, “Well, take a seat and you can have your beer.” He expected Jake to grab his beer and walk off and he nearly jumped when Jake instead swung around and settled onto Bradley’s thighs. Jake leaned back against his chest and laid his head on Bradley’s left shoulder as he snagged his beer from his loose grip.

A Barbecue by Any Other Name by owls4ever {T}

The second time their leaves all line up, Mav's in charge of hosting. Despite himself, Jake's excited when Mav announces he'll throw them a barbecue. What could be better than a day of hanging out with each other and eating good food? Only, turns out Jake and Mav don't expect the same things when it comes to throwing a barbecue.

Pressed Sunflowers by Sceld {T}

His smug expression is the final nail in the coffin for Jake, who is doing a fucking terrible job at hiding his outright shock. “You’re… Good at that,” he says slowly, pretending it’s not doing something for him. or; Jake spends the night at Bradley's place and learns more than he anticipated.

Forever your begonia by MerielTLA {T}

“This is not for me.” Mickey grinned like a fucking maniac as he held out a small envelope for everyone to see, pointing at the signature in it. Jake. The blond felt his world tilt as he frowned at the offending four letters of his name. What. The. Fuck. He pulled the card away from the other´s hand as he looked at the fancy lettering in horrified amazement. “Oh my GOD! Bagman has an admirer?!” Paybay yelled Or Jake Hangman Seresin had never gotten flowers...until he did.

With His Head Held High by dalearden {T}

Jake was born and raised in Texas and he knows a thing or two about guns. When Hard Deck is raided by a band of thugs and all inside taken hostage, Jake gets his hands on a rifle that Penny keeps under the counter and shows them exactly why they shouldn’t mess up with his Team. And Rooster may or may not get hard by seeing how precise Jake’s aim is.

Rack 'Em Up, Big Blonde by Earthangel_44 {E}

Bradley becomes a regular at a Hooters to spend three hours with a blonde server with an unfortunate taste in football teams. Along the way, Bradley might have developed feelings. AKA: Jake is a Hooter's girl and Bradley is his regular.

First Thanksgiving as a couple by Writerofthelorde {G}

Bradley and Jake live together in Bradley's old house, and they're getting everything ready for their family members. They are both nervous. Jake's parents are vastly different from Pete and he is worried they won't get along. Bradley is worried because he had been doing this holiday alone for sixteen years and he's not sure how to act. That and he has some very special papers to give Mav today, and what if he doesn't want to sign them...? The day is a mess, it's loud and hysterical and soft and full of tears.

Rolling Hills and Stormy Skies by VarjoRuusu {E}

(Not Texan!Jake - but this fic fits the vibe! <3)

Everyone thinks Jake Seresin is from Texas. Something he doesn't bother to correct, he just enjoys when his friends try and pin down exactly where his family ranch is, north, south, it's near Dallas, no it's near Austin. He sips his beer and lets them guess until the topic changes. He elbows Rooster in the side when the other man can't stop snickering because only Rooster knows Jake Seresin's ranch is in Montana. -Or, a tale of Bradley and Jake.

bluebonnet boy by dames_for_jamesbarnes {T}

"Let's go see 'em," he says. starts putting his foot on the brake, slows them down to a crawl after checking his rearview. Bradley glances back at him with wide eyes, but Jake just gives him a little smile as they roll to a stop. "C'mon. They won't bite." "But your parents might," he says to Jake, concern creeping into his tone. Jake's fingers tighten a bit on the wheel at the mention of them, even as he puts the truck in park. Bradley always plays at not being nervous, but this is different. This is meeting the folks. "Aren't they expecting us?" It's the sight of the purpley petals once more, the way they seem to shimmer and shine that allows a deep breath. "Yeah, but we're almost home," he tells the other man, reaching over to squeeze his thigh. "And... I think they'll understand." -The bluebonnets make Jake feel more than sentimental, memories of a time when he could just forget. He's glad he gets the chance to do it again with Bradley.

I thought he was older by Popandpizazz {_}

Jake recently moved to California and started dating Bradley Bradshaw and for the first time in months he’s going to see his closest friend

darling, i ain't even worried by heir2slytherin {_}

Jake Seresin did not get jealous. He didn’t have to. He was completely secure in himself, thank you very much. He knew that he was the best there was, in every aspect. He knew that nobody could even compare to him. He knew that no matter how many dates Rooster, no matter how many drinks he accepted at the bar, they were always going to end up together. Of course, he was sure of himself, but the one true thing he knew for absolute damn sure was that he and Rooster were always going to be the ones to walk into the sunset together. He didn’t need to get jealous. That was no point. ... Or, Rooster keeps going out with people who will never be as good as Hangman, and it is most certainly not killing Hangman from the inside.

Wear the Hat, Ride the Cowboy by kakyoins__wife {T}

Jake won't stop wearing obnoxiously big cowboy hats and Bradley decides to steal it.

dirty dance floors and dreams of naughtiness by davidbyrne {E}

Bradley reaches over and grabs Jake’s hat, lifting it off his head. He settles it on his own, winking at Jake as he does so. Jake smirks. “Getting into the country aesthetic?” he teases, spinning them easily. Jake admires the way Bradley follows his guidance naturally. “Nah,” Bradley answers, keeping his eyes trained on Jake. “Just testing out if a rumor I heard is true.” “What rumor?” Jake asks, crooking an eyebrow. “Steal the hat, ride the cowboy.”

If you find yourself thinkin' About that boy from East Texas by Kiddi {M}

“Funnily enough,” he decided to say, hoping he was reading the situation correctly, “this isn't the first sunrise we’ve had, is it?” Jake chuckled softly and made a small noise, “no it is not,” he agreed, “just as pretty though,” “No matter where I go,” he retraced old conversations, “the sunrise always feels like back home.” They settled in comfortable silence for a bit before Jake spoke, “it's been a while since we’ve seen each other,” he said, looking down at the sand, “Spain was it?” he looked over at Rooster, “the last time I saw you?” A little bit of shame and guilt rose in his chest, neither of them kept in touch after Spain but Rooster always felt like it was his fault, “yea, it was,” he nodded, “you haven't changed a bit though, still as annoying as ever,” he laughed, and so did Jake, “but you’re still one hell of a pilot,” Or Bradley and Jake haven't seen each other since running away from their feelings and now they have to realize that they never really went away in the first place

Somebody Sighs Who Is Not In Disguise Anymore by Totoroboiii {E}

Bradley doesn’t connect the dots that maybe Jake was his high school crush

change is alright by haridwar {M}

Jake bet fifty-fifty on whether he was going to enjoy this conversation and stepped up to the passenger side door just as the window rolled down. He was greeted with a warm, smiling, moustachioed face which took him off guard. Though Jake didn’t recognise the driver, something about him verged upon familiar. His smile faltered as his gaze flitted over Jake’s face, eyes tightening in a way Jake didn’t want to overanalyse, but it made him seem no less friendly overall. “Where you headed?” “Closest ranch,” Jake replied, trying to keep his tone neutral as he made the snap decision to not identify himself for reasons he would rather not think about. or... little bit of homecoming, whole lot of drama

show me a slow ride, cowboy by vannral {E}

”Bradley reaches, takes the hat very gently from Jake and places it on his own head. Oh. Jake’s heart is about to burst wide open through the seams.” In which Jake wears a Stetson and Bradley comes down from the perch for once. Or, the obligatory ’steal the hat, ride the cowboy’-fic.

All I want (for Christmas) by KazanskIce {T}

“It’s… almost midnight,” Jake stutters, hoping that his time estimation is right. It’s been a couple of hours since the start of the party and he hasn’t been checking his watch. “What about it?” “You know what they say… about kissing someone at midnight.” Bradley laughs shortly, but it doesn’t seem like he’s trying to be mean. When he stops, his eyes return to Jake. “Yeah, I know. Doesn’t matter, because it’s not New Year’s Eve,” he says. He’s either not getting the point or purposely trying to throw Jake off. 

From the horse's mouth by sycamoretree {M}

Jake hears that there’s trouble with his horse back home. Bradley misunderstands hugely. It has an impact on both of them.

cowboy like me by nightwrite24 {G}

“Why weren’t you in love with me the whole time, asshole?” Bradley feels the doey-eyed look in his eyes melt into downright annoyance. “Well, maybe it took me a fucking minute to figure it out, Jake!” Bradley writes songs for the girls he falls in love with.

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Sunflower, Book 1, Chapter 17

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: E Chapter warnings: Flashback- is it getting hot in here or is it just me? Let's be real folks, I've been lowkey blueballing you on the smut for months, it's just getting worse this week. The flashback is sexy but hardly crossing to rated M. AN: Ladies, gents, spoons, sporks and forks- Sunflower is here! Let's see how Mia's anxiety can fuck shit up *this week* **shuuuuhhhh I totally didn't get the chapter number wrong for a min***

Masterlist Kofi

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It felt weird to have Tom in the apartment again. The same bags he had left with were stacked neatly by the wall as he set to work helping her make breakfast. Tom was humming as he peeled potatoes, not many but more than Mia had initially planned to make for her and Sally. 

He said he missed her. She hadn’t had a chance to say it back though, the words stuck in her paralyzed throat. Instead she found herself trapped in his eyes and then he was kissing her like it would give him life. She had kissed him back. 

What did that mean? What did it all mean?

If she asked him, he would tell her it meant they were married and just doing what married people did or some variation of it, she was sure. But it had to have some deeper meaning. Was it true?

She wanted to tell him she had missed him too but the moment was gone. It would be weird now to say it, wouldn’t it? They had moved on from kissing to breakfast. 

The moment was gone. 

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“Tom!” Sally’s voice came from the hall, sleep replaced by excitement as soon as her eyes hit him. 

“Sally!” Tom matched her enthusiasm, putting down the bowl of potato shreds. 

He took a second to rinse his hands, sending shredded potatoes down the drain and didn’t bother drying them. He rushed around the counter as Sally ran to him. Her small frame was enveloped in his arms as he lifted her up. Giggles filled the apartment as he spun her around, letting the small girl’s momentum drive the dance.

Mia’s heart couldn’t help but open to him just a little bit more. What if she could have this for more than a year? What if this could be her forever? What if this could be Sally’s forever?

Shaking her head, Mia tried to banish the thoughts. Their relationship needed to crawl before it could walk, let alone run. It was too soon to be thinking of forever. 

“I missed you.” Sally said so easily what Mia had been trying to figure out how to say herself for the last hour. 

“I missed you too.” Tom squeezed the little girl in one last hug before setting her back down. “Why don’t you go get dressed while we finish making breakfast?”

Sally ran off to do just that. She was young but a dutiful child. It didn’t take a lot to set her on the right path for the morning, something Mia had always been truely thankful for. 

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"Did Tom bring us flowers?” Sally asked, sitting at the counter while she ate. 

Tom and Mia sat at the table but Sally couldn’t be convinced to join them. The counter was by far the neatest place to eat her meals, as far as Sally was concerned. It wasn’t a battle Mia thought was worth fighting, so she didn’t. 

“I got them for your Mom.” Tom said and quickly added when Sally’s face began to fall, “I got you something else.” 

“What? What!” Sally was on cloud nine having her funny talking friend back. 

“After breakfast!” Mia interjected. The last thing she needed was whatever Tom brought getting covered in pancake syrup.

“You heard her, after breakfast.” Mia appreciated how easily Tom seemed to fall into the step parent role. 

Was that what he was doing? Would he accept such a title? Would she be alright giving him that title? Did it matter at this point, anyway? 

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When dishes were safely in the sink and sticky hands and faces washed, Tom finally went to his suitcase. Carefully, he pulled a gift bag out and presented it to Sally.

“Can I open it?” She asked, fingers picking ever so carefully at the tissue paper.

“Of course.” Tom smiled at Sally, kneeling on the ground next to her. 

Mia watched over them from where she leaned against the counter as Sally pulled blobs of tissue paper out. Colorful fluffs of paper fell to the floor around her as she uncovered the bear hidden inside. 

It was dark blue and held a stuffed Lady Liberty in his paws. His white shirt had the classic ‘I <3 NY’ decal on the front. The bear wore soft dark plastic sunglasses and looked terribly soft. 

“I love it.” Sally squished the stuffed animal to her chest and seemed to curl in on it in her enthusiasm. 

As soon as she uncurled from the tight hug, she launched herself at Tom again. Little arms wrapped around his neck as she knocked him off his feet and onto the ground. He caught her and returned her hug as she thanked him repeatedly.

Was this what his future would be? Bringing home trinkets and flowers for his wife and daughter when he returned from his travels? A warm greeting and appreciation waiting at home? 

This was a life he could get used to. 

That was terrifying. 

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Sally sat happily coloring with her bear. In her game, the bear was telling her what colors to use where and she was being a very good listener. The page she was working on was a coloring sight word page where she was practicing color name recognition in preperation for kindergarten starting shortly. 

Mia reminded herself again that she needed to transfer Sally’s enrollment from the school she had been planing on attending in a few months to the one near their new home. 

Moving was such a hassle, she thought as she started the dish washer. It was worth it though. She couldn’t help but be happy she gave in when she looked around. 

“Can we talk?” Tom asked, leaning against the counter. “Catch up a bit?”

Mia hated it when people said things like that. Her anxiety instantly spiked and she worried. With how common anxiety even was anymore, it amazed her that people still opened conversations with ‘can we talk’.

“Sure?” Mia followed him into her bedroom as Tom carried his bags in. 

Blankets were bunched around on the bed. She hadn’t gotten around to making it yet this morning. 

Tom glanced around but didn’t mention the mess of dirty laundry tossed into the corner. She had thought she had time to clean up before he got there.

“What did you want to talk about?” She swung the door mostly closed behind her. Being alone with him, or at least mostly alone made her heart beat faster. She told herself to stop acting like a schoolgirl. 

“I’m not sure how to say this. I don’t want to intrude but also-” 

“It’s a bit late for not intruding, don’t you think?” Mia smiled and tried to laugh to soften the blow of her poor attempt at a joke. He intruded the moment he decided he was against an annulment. “That ship has sailed.”

“I suppose so.” Tom chuckled, running his fingers through his short hair. The morning sun was strong through the bedroom window, bathing him in the warm light. The bedrooms got direct morning sun and the living space was lit up perfectly with sunlight during the day. Right now, that morning sun was playing on his sharp features and highlighting the golden and auburn hues in his hair. 

He could play one of God’s most beautiful angels. Perhaps, he could play Lucifer himself. Was he a blessing or a devil?

Mia had to get her mind under control. This was getting ridiculous. 

“I want- I think it would be best if I made this my home base.” The words came carefully. “I think it would be better for us if this was my home too.” 

“Better for us?” 

“For getting to know eachother. Building our relationship.” Tom smiled at her. “I don’t think we can really give this a fair shot if we live separate.”

“What are you saying?” Mia didn’t give him a chance to answer. “Are you saying you want to move in?” 

Tom’s smile lit up his face. “Yes! I want to live with you as man and wife. What better way to get to know eachother more?”

“You don’t think this is too fast?” Mia’s head was spinning. 

“Hasn’t that ship sailed as well?” Oh he was good, she had to admit it.

“What does that even mean? Like, really mean?” Mia sat on the bed as Tom unzipped the suitcase. 

“That’s a ‘yes’ then?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, fine.” It was fast, too fast, but what was the point in arguing with him. 

He would argue until she gave up anyway. The man took their marriage seriously and if he thought they needed to live together than he would be as adamant about it as he was about even remaining married in the first place. 

“Is there space in the closet for me?” Tom asked. “I don’t have a lot of clothes but I’ll probably bring more when I come back next time.”

“Just shove stuff aside and pick a side.” She wasn’t really attached to any section of the closet, she hadn’t lived in the apartment long enough to have things like a preferred side of the closet. It wasn’t like she had enough clothes to really fill it anyway. There was more than enough room for both of them. “There’s hangers if you need- I’ve got a lot of extras.”

“Thanks.” Tom waisted no time in slipping shirts onto hangers. His suits were in zipped bags with plastic hangers just waiting to be hung up. 

“I don’t have much dresser space.” 

“We can pick up another dresser.” Tom hung his pants over the hangers and left what couldn’t be hung in his suitcase for now. “That’s not a problem.” 

“How was New York?” Mia asked, not wanting to leave him but also feeling awkward sitting on her bed and watching him put his clothes away in her closet. No, their closet. 

“It was alright. Mostly late night shows.” 

“Is it stressful?” Mia picked at the blankets. 

“It can be. There’s a good bit of pressure with everything going on,” Tom shrugged, “But I’ve got standing relationships with a few of them so it’s not as bad as it could be.”

Tom set his suitcases in the closet, the carry on nestled within the larger. 

“How long will you be here this time?” Mia cringed at how that sounded. “Not that I’m trying to get you to go, I just-”

“You want me here?” Tom looked back at her with his eyebrow raised. 

On impulse she threw a pillow at him. Her face was hot and she dreaded to know how red it looked. She wanted to back peddle, to tell him how he was assuming things or putting words in her mouth but there was no way she could do that without swinging wildly the other way and sounding like an ass. 

“You don’t have to answer.” Tom’s laugh told her that he already knew the answer anyway. 

“I don’t not want you here.” Was the answer she settled on giving. 

“I’ll take it.” Tom’s smile made her smile, she couldn’t help it.

Oh God, was she falling for him?

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The springs in the bed squeaked as Tom all but threw her onto it. He loomed over her, admiring how her brown hair fanned out around her, contrasting with the cream bedding and the white of her dress. Her face was flushed, it had been all night but now it looked even better now, looking up at him. 

There was something intoxicating about standing over a flushed woman laying on his bed. Her dress was bunched around her thighs. It had long been one of Tom’s favorite sights. This though, her being his bride, made the sight oh so much better. Tom couldn’t help but run his fingertips up the soft flesh of her thighs.

He traced the tan line that marked where shorts hand cut the sun’s harsh power. It had been a while since he had seen something as simple as a unintentional tan line. 

She was so beautifully normal and he loved her already for it.

As she rose up on her elbows, he admired how the change of position pushed her breasts up. 

“Something wrong?” She asked. 

“Not even a little.” Tom planted his hands on either side of her waist and leaned forward and into her. 

Using one arm to support herself, she ran her other hand up his chest. Her fingers wrapped around his neck and pulled him to her. The kiss started sweet, a reminder of romance she had begun to think was only for story books and movies. 

It quickly became fierce however. These were the kisses that she knew existed but damn, it had been so long since she had kissed someone who was so good at it. She wanted more. Craved it. Needed it. 

Tom rolled them, pulling her to straddle him. Just as he had appreciated how she looked sprawled out on the bed, she was caught in a moment of admiration as well. 

Never in her life had she slept with a man as good looking as Tom. Now he was her’s and this was her reality. He belonged to her now and she to him. She won the Vegas jackpot. 

She could feel how much he wanted her as she rested on his hips. Though that was exciting, just having a man as strong and successful as him under her was enough of a rush in itself. He was beautiful. 

Tom rather liked having his wife straddling his lap. This was something he hadn’t thought he could ever have but it was here. She was here. It was his wedding night and she wore a beautiful white dress just for him. He wanted to see on the floor. 

Sitting up, he kissed her neck and chest as his arms wrapped around her. Her skin was so soft under his lips. While he worked along her collar bone, she ran her nails through his hair.

She smelled like sunshine, flowers and summer time. She smelled like sunflowers. What a strange, unique choice. What a beautifully her choice. 

When he found just the right spot, she couldn’t stop the moan that fell from her lips. That was a sound he wanted to hear her make again and again. Tom was hard in his trousers and she was pressed against him, each shift she made in his lap sending a wave of pleasure through him. She felt good against him, held against his chest, wrapped in his arms, neck against his lips.

He wanted to feel more of her against him. Never in his life, had he wanted to delve into a woman more than he did at that moment. Not once in his life. 

Not once. 

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