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wholoveseggs · 2 months

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Mikaelsons & Marijuana

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420 Followers

Hello my loves, I have reached the (very important) milestone of 420 followers! So I thought it would be a fun (& very stupid) idea to do some silly little headcanons about what kind of stoner each of the Mikaelsons would be...

♡♡ Ps. This is definitely the dumbest thing I've ever written, and I didn't tag anyone because I respect your time ~ lol ~ ♡♡

1k words - Warnings: drugs use

~☮~ Klaus ~☮~

- He smoked a lot of weed in the 18th century, mostly to just pass the time. It's not something he likes to make a habit of, because it makes him feel very human and that unsettles him.

- It somehow makes him more paranoid, but about stupid things, like, what if the reason he can't find a matching sock is because Kol is trying to make him think he's going crazy? Turn the family against him? Does Elijah really know what's in his shampoo?

- He will start a new painting every time he gets high, but never finishes it because he starts a new one when he's high again, and that one looks so much better, why would he finish this one when there's such a great one he can work on?

- He also gets really fascinated by the moon, he will just lay out on the roof or in the garden and just stare at it for hours. Wondering if he could survive the vacuum of space. Everyone ignores him when he gets like this, because they are afraid if he is even slightly encouraged, he’ll do it. Imagine him in charge of the ISS?? Terrifying.

~☮~ Rebekah ~☮~

- Her fav way to get high is through edibles. She will make a whole day out of it, baking the best treats and doing lots of self-care. It makes her very giggly and snuggly.

- She loves to take long baths when she's high, they make her feel like she's floating. She uses bath bombs, candles, rose petals, soft music, etc. Creating a relaxing environment for herself.

- She prefers to be alone, treats it a lot like meditation and will get a little annoyed if someone disturbs her.

- After all of the self-care she will put on her softest pajamas and sleep for at least a whole day.

~☮~ Kol ~☮~

- Kol is a bit of a scientist, always finding a new way to consume. He will try any form; smoking, vaping, edibles, drinks, dabs, tincture. You name it.

- He prefers to just smoke it, because it has the most powerful and immediate effect. He likes to see what it will do to his brain, or make him do. It makes him a very curious boy, he will test his own limits.

- As a witch, he will get his room all smoky and do stupid spells that will cause a light show. Sometimes the spells will even backfire on him and make him lose control of his limbs, or start levitating. It's pretty funny.

- As a vampire he gets incredibly horny and hungry, and often needs to be watched over so he won't go completely off the rails.

~☮~ Davina ~☮~

- Gets frightened and doesn't like the paranoia and lack of control. But sometimes she will try it with Kol and they will just cuddle and watch her favorite movies. He never pressures her to try it and always makes her feel safe.

~☮~ Elijah ~☮~

- Always refined, he will only smoke the best hydroponics mixed with the finest tobacco. It has to be premium and it has to be a very special occasion. He has to feel like he earned it, and that's difficult to do.

- He will spend a long time rolling it, making sure it's perfect. It's got to have just the right amount of weed, be perfectly shaped, the paper has to be perfectly smooth, the rolling motion has to be flawless and the filter just right.

- He can't stand the smell and will immediately shower afterwards, then he will get dressed up in his nicest suit, sit in his study and listen to classical music.

- If he gets really high he will want affection. He will lay with you and talk about some nonsensical philosophy, try to unpack things like the meaning of life. He will whisper poetry and kiss your cheeks. It's quite endearing, he gets all blushy and bashful.

~☮~ Marcel ~☮~

- He is always up for sharing, and always has the best bud on him. He will make it a very casual experience and offer some to the other vampire's that have been good to him. It's a time for everyone to unwind and chill for a little bit.

- He's definitely just a social smoker though, when he gets high alone he can fall into melancholy.

- He loves to get high with Rebekah, he will take her on the most elaborate and romantic dates, where they just eat an enormous amount of food... And maybe find someone to drink from together.

~☮~ Hayley ~☮~

- Has tried it a few times when hanging out with the werewolves. It makes her feel calm, and the colours around her just get brighter. She doesn't really understand it and isn't that into it, but she likes that she feels more connected to her pack.

- She likes to use CBD before she transforms into a wolf. It dulls the excruciating pain that comes from that, and she's grateful that it takes her mind off the torture for just a while.

- Jackson loves it, uses it in a spiritual way and is a very good guide for her on the matter. He makes her laugh and makes her feel safe when they are alone, sharing a joint, talking about life, and their plans for the pack.

~☮~ Freya ~☮~

- It freaks her out because it makes her feel sleepy and unfocused, which she does not enjoy at all. She finds it to be a waste of her time and feels like it could never be that enjoyable to be stoned all of the time, there are so many better ways to pass the time.

- But she will experiment with using it in her magic, and will make some potent edibles for her beloved sister. She does think it has some medicinal purposes.

- She is very fascinated by it, and will watch as the other's indulge. She will be the one to find Klaus watching the moon, it amuses her to see him so carefree.

~☮~ Esther ~☮~

- Didn't know exactly what it was one thousand years ago, but liked to add some to her tea. It would make the stress of living with Mikael much easier to deal with.

- Perhaps drank too much tea one day and had the genius idea to make her children immortal. Totally worked out well for her.

~☮~ Mikael ~☮~

- Would never, makes you weak and complacent. If you wanted to be so carefree and useless you might as well be dead.

~☮~ Finn ~☮~

- Tried it once, didn't inhale.

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tiredtealuvr · 1 year

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Cookie kisses - Kaveh & Al Haitham

"Why did you order the chocolate chips like that? "

"Because it makes a heart :) "

"Awww y/n"

"I don't see it"

".. "

"What? "

M!reader x Al Haitham x Kaveh

Poly relationship, established relationship, he/they pronouns for reader and the characters. Use of pet names

Ooc Kaveh (I hc him as a lover for baking) because he hasn't been released by the time this posted.

This is my first time writing a polyamourous relationship as someone who isn't polyamourous, so I do apologize in advance if its not as good! (Feedback would be appreciated)

"Darrrling? We're hooommmeee! "

You heard the calling in the distance, as you stood in the kitchen mixing ingredients into a medium bowl.

Pausing your mixing, you walked over to greet the two men at the door who were taking off their shoes. A few bags were piled in the side.

"Welcome home dear" you greeted, hugging the blond who hugged you back, tightly. His smile becoming big.

Pulling away, you hugged Al Haitham who reciprocated it. Though not tightly as the blond, it was a firm and warm hug.

"What did you guys get? The bags look so full"

"Ah! The vendors had some deals on some of the foods, and even some decoration were on sale" Kaveh started.

"There were some good paintings, although Al Haitham didn't quite like it"

"That's because I didn't like the style" the grey haired man said, carrying a few bags containing food to the kitchen area.

"You have no taste in design! "

Chuckling a bit, you took a few bags while kaveh carried the rest, and headed over to the kitchen where Al Haitham was, while the other went to another room to put some decor away for later.

"I see you made yourself busy whilst were out" Al Haitham says, looking at the ingredients lined neatly next to each other, and the bowl that contained most.

"Mhm! I wanted to bake some cookies for you two so when you guys got back you'd have some warm cookies to snack on" you explained, crouching down to put the tomatoes and chilis in the bottom drawer of the fridge.

"But it seems you guys got back earlier than expected" you added, putting the last few items before closing the fridge.

"Would you like some help? " he asks, watching you come back up and closing the fridge door.

"I'd like that"

"Alright, now we need some brown and white sugar"

"This is, quite a lot of sugar. And were also supposed to add chocolate? " he asks, looking at the cook book.

"Yup! "

"Isn't that too much sweetness? " he looks up at you, to see your figure trying to find sugar in the cabinet.

"Mhm, depending on the amount your making you add more or less sugar" you explain.

"Or like some people, they tend to put more or less than the instructions to have it their desired taste" you added, moving your body to go deeper in finding the sugar.

"I see"

"Bubs have you seen the sugar? I can't find it"

"Shouldn't it be in the cabinet above? "

"I checked and it's not there"

The moment those words fell out of your mouth, the book was set aside and his hands were now on your waist. Pulling you down.

"I'll find it"

After a few minutes, Al Haitham grabbed both bags of sugar, that were hiding behind some bags of pasta noodles, and jars of sauces still unopened, but not expired.

"Thank you! Now we can continue"

"Alright I'm back you tw-"

The blond stopped as he watched his two lovers baking together, happily enjoying the silence as they didn't hear Kavehs voice.

"Now some butte-"

"Your baking!? "

The two of you turned around to see your lovely architect shocked, a hand on his chest, making it look dramatic.

"Mhm! We're making cookies" you said, giving him a lovely smile.

"Something wrong? "

"Y-your baking... WITHOUT ME!? " He says dramatically.

"Ugh I feel so betrayed! You both know how much I like baking! " kaveh started.

"Well maybe if you didn't take so long decorating you could've been here" Al Haitham said, still folding in the mixture.

"Ill have you know I was FIXING your horrid designs! Making sure every painting wasn't so crooked, what if someone visits and sees your style in framing!?"

"Well whod be visiting? I don't see your friends, not like you'd have many"

"EXCUSE ME!? "

"Here we go again.. " you thought, watching the two argue for 80th time over something little.

"Guys- Kaveh were still not finished, we decided to make a second batch for a few of our friends so if you want, you can still join" you said, hoping that can stop the two arguing.

Though you wanted to make some for the three of you, you also thought about your friends, Tighnari, Collei, Cyno, Candace, Deyha and Nilou. As they do like your baking a lot, and you haven't seen them often you thought it might be a good thing to make more to have a chance to visit and catch up on things.

"Ah! Alright then let's not waste any time"

"Ah they came out perfect! " you exclaimed, looking at the big batch of cookies you three made.

"Of course they came out perfect" Kaveh said, "becaus-"

"Nows not the time" Al Haitham said, shoving a cookie into the blonds mouth.

"Haah! Haot!"

"You'll be fine" the grey hair man says, before looking at you who carefully put two cookies on a plate.

"Ta da! Look aren't they cute? " you asked, showing al Haitham the cookies you designed.

"Hmm" he looked down at the two cookies, seeing that one out of the two had more chocolate, and the other had less, but more design put in.

"Why did you order the chocolate chips like that? "

"Because it makes a heart"

"Awwngh " Kaveh says, his words slurred due to his tongue burned by the cookie al Haitham shoved in his mouth.

"I don't see it"

"... "

"What? "

Please do not repost my work on any other platform, likes and reblogs are appreciated<3

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smashtbh · 2 years

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Daddy Issues

Jonathan Byers x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

not my gif!

req: “ Hi! Me, again :) so... What if Jonathan dad finds out that his son dating with male reader, so he gets like really mad and goes to threaten the kid, but he founds him with the reader, and he gets like really mad and shit but the reader tells him to piss off and comforts Jonathan? I don't really see fic about Jonathan's daddy issues witch is actually weird i always thought that's gonna be something big for writers :o. “ — @russainweed (you are carrying my account rn ily)

oooo angsty. let’s do it. (im making this little note here after ive written this and im sorry to say i lowkey hate it lmfao)

CW: this got a lot heavier than i meant for it to, homophobia, the use of the f slur, lonnie being a piece of shit, threats of violence, lots of crying, there’s comfort i promise.

pairing: Jonathan Byers x M!reader.

he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.

a/n: jonathan byers is my boyfriend its canon. 😁 also just a thank you for all the support my account has been getting recently! you guys are the best.

word count: can’t check rn sorry 😭

“So… tonight?” Y/N’s voice comes through the phone, and Jonathan smiles.

“Of course.” Jonathan replies, moving the phone to his other hand. “My mom wants you over here for dinner by 6, you know how she is if you don’t show.”

There’s a sweet laughter that comes through and Jonathan sighs to himself. “I’ll be there, tell her not to worry.” Y/N says and there’s a crackle on the line.

“I’m not worrying! I know you’ll be here.” Joyce’s voice comes through, and Jonathan quickly peers his head around to see her at the other phone.

“Mooom!” Jonathan groans.

“Hi momma Joyce!” Y/N exclaims. Jonathan face palms and Y/N laughs again, listening to the annoyed mumbling. “I’ll be over, baby. See you later!”

“Kay, bye.” Jonathan hangs the phone back on its stand. He uses a hand to push through his hair and huffs a laugh.

There’s quick walking coming in his direction. “He calls you ‘baby’?” Joyce asks, with a giddy grin on her face.

“Mom.”

“You two are just the cutest.” She squeezes his cheek and walks away.

Jonathan is trying to set up the kitchen table when Joyce comes over with a box. “Forgot to tell you I found these,” she drops it on the table. “It was on top of the fridge. All the photos we took from last year’s winter break!”

She picks up and few and spreads them across the table. One of Jonathan kissing Y/N’s cheek, another of Y/N and Will trying to waltz, and more of Y/N and Joyce baking cookies.

He smiles down at the glossy pictures, filled with laughter and closed eyes. He picks one up, it’s of him and Y/N dancing in the living room as Will was bopping his head to the music. He’s trying to relive the moment in his head when there’s a loud knock on the door.

Assuming that it’s Y/N, Jonathan happily sprints to the door — the photo of them in his hand. He opens it with a stupid grin that quickly turns into a frown.

Lonnie.

“What are you — “

“Where’s your mother.” It’s more of a statement than a question, and Jonathan gets a chill up his spine.

“She’s — she’s cooking.” Jonathan mumbles, instinctively closing the door a bit. Lonnie grabs at it and pries it wide open.

“I’m starvin’.” He breathes, marching past Jonathan and towards the kitchen.

Will is sitting on the couch watching a cartoon and he immediately stiffens when Lonnie walks into the living room. “Hey, kiddo. How you been?”

Will looks to Jonathan and then back at Lonnie. “I’m fine..”

Joyce walks in and her expression is similar to Will’s. Their faces painted with similar confusion. “Lonnie? What the hell are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to stop by, grab somethin’ to eat. Jonny boy over here said you were cooking.” Lonnie shrugs and starts to stalk towards the kitchen.

Jonathan looks at Will and then at his mother. Then, panic hits him.

The pictures.

God, no. Please, no. Go straight for the food you fucking bastard, please.

“The fuck is this?” Jonathan hears as he chasing after Lonnie. Too late.

He tries to come up with an excuse, but there really isn’t one when the photo that Lonnie picks up is the one of Jonathan kissing Y/N’s cheek. “My — it’s.. they’re photos.”

“No shit.” Lonnie says, venom in his voice. “Why the fuck are you kissing this guy?”

Joyce runs in and grabs the photo out of Lonnie’s hand. “That isn’t your business.”

Lonnie tries to reach for it again, but Joyce pulls her hand away in time. He swears and turns to Jonathan. “Shoulda’ known you were a fucking faggot.”

Jonathan freezes. He isn’t sure what to do. “Shoulda’ known from the moment you told me you never had a girlfriend back when you were in school.” Lonnie continues. He scoffs before adding, “You’re disgusting.”

Joyce is caught off guard by his words, and Lonnie is able to grab the photo out of her hands. He brings it to Jonathan’s teary eyed face and rips it in half.

“No! — “

“You’re disgusting.”

He drops the two pieces to the floor and Jonathan catches them midair, his tears flowing freely now. He can’t hear much, but he can tell that Joyce is telling him off — screaming at him to get out.

Jonathan runs to his room with the torn photo, desperate to fix it. His shaky hands are trying to find the tape in his desk, but he can’t bring himself to calm down.

He’s breathing hard and crying — choking on his sobs. He gives up on looking for the tape, since he physically can’t bear to do it.

He crumbles to the floor and curls into a ball. He’s sobbing into the fabric of the jacket he has on when he realizes there’s rapid knocking coming from his window.

“Let me in, Jonathan — “ He hears the voice from outside plead.

Jonathan looks up and everything is blurry and the sounds around him are warbled by his own cries, but he squints at the window.

He doesn’t know if he wants to open it though. He feels like he’d rather cry and wallow in self pity. He’s disgusting.

He sobs harder into his own shoulder when he’s suddenly picked up and cradled.

“Hey — you’re alright. Breathe, baby.”

He knows that voice, and he clutches to the body that’s holding him together. Keeping him from shattering to pieces. From being torn apart like that photo.

The body starts rocking back and forth, and Jonathan finally starts to calm down. How’d he get in? There’s a kiss placed on his forehead and he finally opens his eyes. “There you are, love.” Y/N whispers, it looks as if he was crying too — and Jonathan frowns.

“Were — “ There’s a sniffle that interrupts his own sentence, “were you crying?”

Y/N huffs a laugh, and there’s a tight smile on his face “Says you.” His face turns serious. “What happened?”

Jonathan doesn’t know where to start, so he turns over in Y/N’s arms to reach for the ripped photo. He hands it to him and bites his lip in an attempt to not cry.

“What.. who — “

Jonathan shakes a bit.

“It’s alright. Hey — see look, we can just tape it back together, or — “ Y/N reaches for the camera on the table, “we could just take another.” He smiles at Jonathan.

Jonathan smirks, Y/N feels alive again. “We could.”

I’m disgusting. He frowns.

“Why’d you do that?” Y/N asks, referring to Jonathan’s face. He cups his jaw, opening his mouth to say something — when suddenly, there’s yelling in the hall.

A loud crack comes from the door as it swings open, revealing a very red Lonnie.

“You. You’re that fuckin’ guy.” He whispers, almost to himself. Joyce is behind him, it’s almost as if you could see the steam coming from her ears.

“Leave them alone, asshole!” She yells, storming to the phone to call the police.

Y/N sets Jonathan into a sitting position against the wall. “Yeah.” Y/N says, connecting the pieces as to why Jonathan was freaking out. “I am.”

“You’re a fucken — “ Lonnie yells, but Y/N interrupts him.

“What? A homosexual?” He shrugs, “At least I’m not a fuckin’ screw up like you.”

“You better watch your mouth, boy.”

“I don’t listen to dumb fucks like you.” Y/N walks towards him, leveling his height with Lonnie. “If I were you, I’d get the fuck out of here.” He points down the hall.

“Before the police find you dead.” Y/N says under his breath.

Lonnie squares his shoulders. Y/N thinks he’s going to punch him or something, but he turns and stomps down the hall. He swings the front door open and leaves with a loud bang of it closing.

Y/N almost laughs, before remembering Jonathan is behind him. He turns and runs towards him, still slumped against the wall. He’s shaking and there’s dry tears on his cheeks.

“You’re okay.” Y/N says. “He’s gone.”

“I know. I know.” He mumbles.

Y/N sees Joyce through the window, cursing and screaming at Lonnie who’s driving off, hopefully for good.

Y/N turns back to Jonathan, who calmed down. He’s breathing evenly with his eyes closed. Y/N caresses his face, lightly tapping on him. “Sweetheart.”

Jonathan hums in response, leaning into his hand.“Why’d you come through my window?” He whispers.

“Well, you guys weren’t answering the front door. I know why now.” Y/N says, combing through Jonathan’s hair with his fingers.

Jonathan sighs.

“I love you.” Y/N suddenly whispers.

“And I love you, Y/N.” Jonathan smiles, almost giggling.

Y/N pulls Jonathan into his arms, and leans against the wall. They’re sitting there for a couple of minutes before Jonathan breaks the silence.

“Can we take the photo now?”

“Of course, love.”

Y/N grabs the camera and sits next to Jonathan. He lets Jonathan hold his face and gently kiss his cheek. Y/N takes the photo and sets the camera down, turning to kiss Jonathan properly.

“I’m keeping this one.” Y/N mutters.

“Absolutely not.” Jonathan says, snatching the photo away.

They laugh and it’s easier to breathe again.

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axelsagewrites · 9 months

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My dear author, can I get a fluffy pet play with modern Daemon x poc fem reader, where after days away (maybe he's away on business) reader decides to prepare a surprise (a romantic evening) and welcomes you dressed as a kitten (or bunny, fox or something like that) with full costume (including ears and tail) Just soft Dom Daemon having a super passionate and exciting night with reader (with lots of caresses, praise, affection, light spanking, use of vibrator/dildo, nipple play, multiple orgasms, p in v, rmming and maybe aal sex and aftercare?) please?

Daemon Targaryen*Missed You

Pairing: Daemon x f!reader

Word count: 2810

Warnings: caressing, praise kink, pet play, butt plug, collar, light spanking, vibrator, slight teasing, nipple play, finger, p in v sex, after care smut 18+

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It wasn’t often daemon had to travel for business but when he did it was painful to say the least. He’d been gone for only a four days you still found yourself watching paint dry you were that bored without him. Bored and horny of course. Daemons nightly phone calls didn’t help, telling you what he missed and what he wanted to do. It was good but gods did it make it harder to wait.

But finally, tonight he was coming home. When you asked him if he wanted you to pick anything up for him arriving home, he declared that you were all he wanted. And you he would get. When the text came through saying he landed you knew you only had just over an hour to set your plan in place.

You had told him you had planned a romantic private dinner to welcome him home and you supposed that wasn’t a lie. You had made one of his favourite pasta bakes, placing it the oven so all you had to do was finish heating it up and melting the cheese. However, as the dinner finished cooking you slipped into the bedroom to set up the rest of your plan.

Pulling out the box from under your bed your eyes scanned the line of options. Every toy, every type of lingerie, everything you could possibly need for sex. Your eyes settled on the fluffy black cat ears a friend had bought you for halloween years ago but that drove daemon mad with lust every time he saw them. They matched perfectly with the chiffon black collar, complete with a bell and all, that daemon had bought you.

You slipped on the cat ears first before tying the fabric collar around your neck with a pretty little bow in the back. Next was the wardrobe. Daemon loved all of your sets, even picking out half of them, but there was one in particular you knew he liked. It was black and lacy sheer dress and according to him made your butt look fantastic. That might also be because it barely covered your ass.

Thigh high stockings just topped off the look but as you looked in the mirror your eyes wondered to the bag in the corner of the room. It had been a purchase you and daemon had discussed for a while but had yet to buy. You opened the back and unboxed the furry black tailed butt plug you had bought yesterday.

Daemon sent another text. Be there in 15 love. Right, you thought to yourself, lets do it. You returned back to the box to grab some lube, smoothing it over the bulb of the plug before kneeling on the bed. It wasn’t like this was your first ever butt plug but something about this one felt different.

Once you managed to slip it in, you stood up to realise that it actually felt quite comfortable already. This would be fun after all you thought as you walked over to the full-length mirror, inspecting your own behind and the tail now poking out of it.

Five more minutes. You quickly went into the kitchen, checking the pasta bake before turning the oven off and leaving the pasta in it to keep warm. You’d need food after to regain your energy you thought. As you finished up in the kitchen you heard the front door open and shut.

“i’m home darling,” daemons voice rung through the flat, “gods it smells good, what’s cooking good looking?” He asked, his voice getting closer as he approached the kitchen.

You took one last deep breath, rolling back your shoulders before putting on your best seductive face. “i made one of your favourites,” you said as you opened the door.

Daemon stopped in his tracks just a couple feet from you. His eyes scanned your body, lingering on your hips before finally meeting your eyes. Daemon dropped his bag without even thinking, his coat still on, as he moved to close the gap between you both. His hands went to hold your face as his lips crashed onto yours in a needy, desperate kiss.

You grabbed his shoulders to steady yourself, letting yourself feel his broad shoulders even beneath all the fabric. “missed you,” you mumbled against his lips.

“missed you more pet,” he murmured back, his hands slipping from your face to your hips. His hands squeezed at your flesh before sudden leaving a light spank on your ass making you gasp. Daemon paused for a moment, pulling his lips back, “is that…” he said, his words wondering off as his hands moved to feel your ass obviously feeling the additional fabric. “turn around for me love,” he said, and you did as instruct.

As you waited for a response you couldn’t help biting your lip, waiting for him to say something. Daemons hands wordlessly caressed your ass, squeezing it gently while his eyes stared at the tail. “now this, i like,” he said while his fingers felt the furry fabric, “very cute love,” he said as he took your hand to spin you back around.

“what about dinner?” You said with your best fake pout as you rested your hands on his chest.

“it can wait pet,” daemon said, his hands pulling you flush against his body by your hips, “i wanna have a bit of fun with you first,” he murmured, dipping his head to close the gap.

His lips were slower this time but not any less hungry as his hands squeezed the soft flesh of your ass. You began to push his coat off, desperate to feel his skin. Daemon got the hint and began to lead you to the bedroom, his lips never leaving yours as you helped him shed his layers.

Your thighs hit the edge of the bed while your fingers finally unleashed his belt. Daemon only broke the kiss to kick of his shoes before slipping off his trousers. He grabbed your hips, turning you to stand in front of him while he sat on the bed in only his black boxers.

“cm’here kitten,” daemon said, his eyes raking over your frame as he guided you to straddle his laps, “that’s a good girl,” daemon said, kissing your jaw lightly. “and such a cute little bell,” he said as his finger tapped the collar around your neck.

You couldn’t help but giggle lightly, “thank you,” but daemon only hummed in response as he brushed the hair off your neck, his lips moving to your soft skin.

Daemon may have been gone for a few days, but he knew all the right spots. He knew where and how to kiss your neck to make the moans fall freely. His hands caressed your ass, pushing the sheer dress up to give him full access. Daemon placed a few soft spanks on your ass, enjoying the way your breath caught with each one.

“you gonna be a good girl?” Daemon asked softly, his breath fanning over your chest.

“yes,” you whined, missing his touch more now that it was so close, “i’ll be good i swear,” you said as daemon moved his hands to trace your nipples over the thin fabric. They perked up to his touch, something daemon enjoyed watching as he began to softly squeeze them, “daemon,” you moaned as he rolled them between his fingertips, “i need you,”

“you’ll get me pet,” daemon murmured before he finally met your eyes again, “don’t worry im not done with you yet. Why don’t you get on all fours for me love?” He said but you knew it wasn’t a question.

You quickly positioned yourself on the bed, your ass presented for him as your chin rested on the soft sheets. Daemon chuckled when he saw the box of toys was already out, “you really did miss me then,” he mused as he inspected the box.

“really, really missed you,” you corrected as you tried to see what he was grabbing but to no avail.

Daemon chuckled as he took something out the box before moving to kneel behind you, “such a pretty little thing,” he praised, his hand stroking the tail. He took the base of the plug in his hand gently thrusting in you making you bite back moans, “feel good?” He asked.

“yes,” you said, trying not to let the whine in your voice show, “you feel better though,”

“i wanna try you like this for a bit,” he said, his hand falling from the plug. Every second felt like an hour as you were unable to see what he was doing when suddenly you heard a quiet buzz. Your body shivered when the vibrator lightly ran up your folds, “feels good doesn’t it,” daemon murmured, enjoying the way your body jerked to the additional feeling. Daemon continued to run the vibrator up and down your slit, letting it hover over your clit a moment longer, as he listened to your soft moans.

You could feel yourself getting wetter by the moment and you ached for more of his touch. “please need more,” you whined, your cheek pressed into the bed as your hips wiggled, desperate for more friction.

Suddenly daemon pressed the vibrator directly onto your clit, making your body jerk as the toy worked your bundle of nerves, “like this?” Daemon asked when you felt his fingers circling your hole, “or like this?” He asked as his two of his fingers began to ease their way in. Your hips bucked as daemon began to finger you, his digits curling preciously while the vibrator worked your clit.

“such pretty noises,” he praised as he watched how your body reaction, “and so wet for me as well. You really are such a good little thing. You wanna cum like this?” He asked, his fingers hitting deeper making you whine.

“yes,” you moaned, your body almost unable to hold itself up as you felt your orgasm threaten to crash.

“wanna cum around my fingers with a plug in your ass? Is that it?” He asked, his movements non stopping.

“yes,” you whined, louder than the first. You didn’t care anymore, not about anything than the crushing feeling building in your stomach, “please i wanna cum,”

“do it then princess,” daemon said, “cum around my fingers like a good little pet,” his words were all it took to send you over the edge and your orgasm to spiral. Daemon dropped the vibrator when he felt your body clench up, his arm hooking around your hips to stop you collapsing on the bed. You were panting as you felt his fingers slipping out of you. “so good for me,” daemon murmured as he gently flipped you onto your back.

You looked up at him through hooded lids, “thank you,” you said between pants, still dazed from the orgasm.

Daemon chuckled at your manners despite your head currently spinning, “no problem pet,” he said as he crawled over your body, “but you’re not done yet,” daemon ignored your whines, kissing your cheek instead, “c’mon love i know you have more in you. Need to make it up to you for being away,” he said as he began to suck light hickeys on your neck, trailing them down your collar bones and to your chest. “need everyone to know you’re mine,” he muttered against your skin.

“all yours,” you said but as you came down from the orgasm you could feel the plug pressing in making your hips wiggle for the added friction. Your hands moved to gently tug his soft silver hair.

Daemon laughed at your antics but said nothing as he pulled the thin fabric of your dress down under your breast. He kissed around your breast before suddenly taking on of your nipples in his mouth. You whined as he sucked on the sensitive bud, his teeth grazing over it lightly, while his fingers took the other in-between them and rolled it between his fingers.

Daemon let his body lay on yours, pushing your pelvis down with his body to make the plug move in deeper. He knew it was working by the way you whined with each one of his grinds. “want me to fuck you like this?” He asked, letting go of the sensitive bud, “fuck you with a pretty little plug in your ass?”

“yes,” you whined, your legs trying to wrap around him from the friction, “need you please,” you whined as you tugged at his hair. “been waiting so long,”

“its okay kitten,” daemon said as he stroked your hair, “just let me take care of you,” he said as he stretched over you to grab the condoms out the top drawer. He was equally as desperate as you, something that showed as he pulled his boxers off to reveal his hard cock that already leaked precum.

Daemon slipped the condom on with ease before returning to rest between your legs. “ready for me love?” He asked as he lined his cock up with your entrance which was still soaked from before. Daemon took your nodding and whining as a yes and gently eased into you, pausing to watch your face contort and eyes shut as you enjoyed him stretching you out.

He slowly pushed in, filling you up perfectly before stopping for a moment, “you take me so well,” he praised as his hands grabbed your legs, pulling them to wrap around his hips, “c’mon love you can do it,” he said as your legs hooked around him and he began to thrust, slowly and deeply at first, “that’s it, awe look at you,” he said, his eyes screwing up in pleasure, “taking me so fucking well love,” he praised.

You moaned shamelessly as he continued to fill you up, his thrusts speeding up but not getting any less deep. With each thrust your ass pushed further down into the mattress, making the plug thrust in and out with each of daemons making you feel even more full than normal. Daemon muttered praises under his breath as his forehead rested against yours. You felt his hand slip between your body, rubbing your clit in steady circles.

You felt your body beginning to tighten again and it didn’t take long for another orgasm to crash through your body as daemon continued fucking you into the mattress. However, this time he didn’t stop, chasing his own release. Daemon only pulled out for a second, kneeling again as he grabbed your hips.

You whined as daemon pulled you back to all fours, “you can do it love,” daemon assured you as you felt his cock sink back in, “c’mon love you’ve been so good for me,” he groaned as he continued his assault on your already sensitive pussy. “fuck,” you heard him mutter.

His arm went around your hips to hold you up, his hand returning to keep rubbing sloppy circles into your sensitive bud. “c’mon pet one more,” he murmured, almost coaching himself as he thrusts got messy and deep.

His spare hand moved to hold the plug, pushing it in and out, fucking you with your own tail. That was all it took to make you crash over for the third time, your body shaking as your orgasm ripped through it. You heard daemon gasping, his hands moving to hold your hips, fingernails sinking into your skin. “fuck,” you heard him groan before you felt his body tense.

You took the opportunity as daemon finished to catch your own breath, your face resting against the soft mattress. Daemon pulled out, silently discarding off the condom for now, before gently lowering you back onto your back, before collapsing beside you. “oh my god,” he panted staring at the ceiling like he really saw god in that moment before his head fell to face you, “are you alright?” He asked.

You looked from him to the ceiling as your breathing slowly returned to normal, “better than alright love. Im fucking great,” you muttered.

Daemon chuckled at you before moving to sit up on the bed and pulling you over to lay on him. He took out the cat ears and sat them to the side before softly stroking your hair, “you were amazing love,” he said softly, gazing down at you. “was it good for you?”

“it was perfect baby,” you said as you settled into the position. When daemon asked about the food you told him it was in the oven, and he took it upon himself to bring you both a plate for dinner in bed which also gave you the opportunity to change into some comfy clothes and take the butt plug out.

You lay in bed with daemon, eating your meal in a comfortable silence and wondered how life could get ever get better that this?

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 - seo changbin

pairing: seo changbin x reader, lovertober entry iv

genre: fluff, comfort, slice of life, established relationship

wc: 4.7k

warnings: TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF., gender neutral pronouns used, hubby binnie, pet names (binnie, baby, honey, love), some sweet crack moments, dirty jokes (1), lots of kisses, language, non-sexual nudity, domestic binnie <3

a/n: this is my formal apology for second best. also, please don't diss my songwriting skills...i'm a writer, not a songwriter 😭😭 ^^

for many years, you had loved seo changbin.

it felt like from the moment you met him, he was destined to be the man slipping a beautiful ring onto your finger. he was so perfect to you, and you were excited to spend the rest of your life with him.

you had been married four seasons, and each one was better than the last. god, you loved him. you loved him because with his arrival in your once dreary and bleak life, he brought a gust of fresh air, filled to the brim with complete adoration for you.

in the winter, snowflakes danced in their descent towards the earth, painting your windowpane with a layer of frost. however, inside was quite the opposite. changbin had made the fire, crackling and bright as it emanated warmth and adding a cozy ambience to the living room.

just nearby, a grandiose evergreen tree adorned with glittering ornaments stood alone, early christmas presents littering its skirt. you sat on the couch alongside your husband (god, it felt like the butterflies in your stomach were taking flight just thinking that he was yours now), the two of you wrapped in a blanket, boasting warm, steaming mugs of hot chocolate. changbin had just taken a large sip of it, resulting in a sweet mustache above his lip.

"baby, i didn't know you've been growing a mustache." you giggled. when he heard you, he gingerly placed a finger to his lip.

"oh." he wiped it off, his cheeks pink. you frowned at his flustered reaction.

"don't be embarrassed, binnie. you looked so cute, i was melting."

"so is your whipped cream. if you keep yapping, it'll sink into the chocolate and then it won't be worth it. at least let me have some." when you obliged, handing him your mug, he took the spoon from his, scooping up a big, kinda soggy marshmallow. "say ahh!"

you laughed, opening your mouth so he could slip the spoon in between your lips. you licked them afterwards, and changbin leaned more into you.

"this sucks. i'm so hungry, still." he whined, and you laughed, snuggling into him more.

"we should make christmas cookies, then." you suggested, and his beautiful brown eyes lit up. but then they dimmed as he thought for a second.

"but it's 8pm."

"and?" you asked, trying to get up so you could make your way to the kitchen but he pulled you back down, an arm wrapped around your waist. "c'mon, let's have a little fun. get in the christmas spirit!

changbin had so many excuses piled up. he was tired, he had practice the next day, it was getting late and the sugar would keep him up. but the moment he saw the excitement on your beautiful face all of his worries melted away. he stood up with you, the blanket still hanging on his shoulders.

"let's go. we have cookies to bake, don't we?"

you sat on the kitchen counter, swinging your legs as changbin was grabbing all the ingredients.

"get down from there, please. we can't cook this if your butt is all over the counter." like a gentleman, he extended a hand to help you down, and you jokingly swatted it away.

"you love my butt."

"i do."

"this got kinda weird." you got down, opening various cupboards to grab bowls and utensils. you then turned on some christmas music, adding to the atmosphere. "you ready?"

the next thirty minutes or so, you spent carefully mixing ingredients together to create you and changbin's masterpiece. as you mixed the wet and dry mixtures together with your spoon, changbin's steady hands kept the bowl in place.

"easy now. you want it to be put-together, but not clumpy. you can't under-mix it or over-mix it, because both of those won't end well, okay?" his tone was gentle, and he didn't seem like he was chiding you or being bossy, he was explaining it to you and letting you take the lead, knowing if you felt lost he was right there beside you. you watched him expertly roll out the dough as you piled up the holiday cookie cutters. after that, they were slipped into the oven, ready to cook to warm, golden-brown perfection so that you could ice them.

a few minutes after changbin set the timer, your shuffled christmas playlist reached the long-awaited moment. the sound of melodious bell chimes signaled the fated song, and changbin gave you a devious smile.

"i hope you're ready, because i'm so ready." you laughed out loud at his words as he flipped his wooden spoon around to use as a makeshift microphone. as mariah carey began to sing, he did too.

"i don't want a lot for christmas, there is just one thing i need...." he spun around, reaching out the "microphone" to you so you could continue.

"i don't care about the presents underneath the christmas tree..." you sang, matching his enthusiasm. changbin gave you a wide grin before grabbing your hand and twirling around a few times.

after your karaoke session came to an end, you were panting, your throat nearly hurt from the loud singing. you leaned against the doorframe as changbin ran a hand through his curly black hair.

"guess what?" he said, smiling as he pointed up. hung from the top of the doorframe was a few leaves of mistletoe, placed not-so-discreetly. the timing was impeccable, as nat king cole's beautiful rendition of "the christmas song" began to play. one hand went to your soft cheek and the other went to your hip.

the way your lips met his in a soft and sweet kiss felt almost natural. as if they were always destined to connect to yours, again and again. you wished to have this feeling, of the emotions pulsing through both of you creating something magical, seared into your temporal lobe. this was the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with! you felt giddy at the very idea of it. all your wishes had come true. you were with the love of your life, in this hub of joy and warmth, protected from the cold. safe and sound.

two months passed and it was valentine's day. love was in the air, and it was no different between you and your husband. every single part of the week leading up to it involved little gifts and sweet acts of service from your lover.

february 13th was not a good day for you. it had been relatively unlucky, and nothing seemed to go your way. you trudged home, shutting the door and flopping onto your shared bed. changbin was still at practice, so you had time to let out all your emotions.

after twenty minutes or so, you heard the front door open, a soft and loving voice carrying throughout the house.

"honey, are you home?" changbin asked, and you heard the soft thump of him setting his things down. you didn't want to worry him, so you responded.

"yeah, i'm in here." you replied rather weakly, and changbin noticed the discomfort in your voice almost immediately. he opened the door gently, not wanting to startle you. when he saw you laying down, misery tainting your features, he sat down beside you, pulling you into a soft hug.

the feeling of his arms around you was your breaking point. your walls collapsed just as easy as they had been built. you sobbed into changbin's shoulder the words just tumbling out of your mouth. you told him everything that went wrong and everything you felt - from the irritation and disappointment to the shame and fear, and he listened, a soft look of concern on his face.

"shh, don't cry." he murmured, wiping your tears away. "i'm sorry that you had a bad day. we all have them, there's nothing to be ashamed of. but don't worry, because you have me! your very own binnie who will fight off all the shitty days for you." you laughed softly at his words, and he gave you a dazzling smile when he heard your melodious laugh. "thank you, for telling me. we're married now, and your business is mine. if you're happy, i'm happy. if you're sad, i'm sad. if you're in the mood to kill someone, i'll probably try in convince you not to do it. but long story short, you deserve the world. the earth is blessed that you walk upon it. the waters are blessed to have touched your lips. the sky brags whenever you gaze up at it. you deserve the word, love, and i will gladly gift it to you."

when you leaned into his touch, whispering soft murmurs of "i love you" again and again, he chuckled softly, pressing an affectionate kiss to your forehead.

"you had such a rough day, baby. let's go take a bath, shall we? i'll go get it set up." he pulled away gently, waiting a second or two to make sure you didn't want him to stay. he went to the bathroom and got to work.

when he finished, he took your hand and led you in. the lights had been dimmed, most of the light emanating from red scented candles. an array of products were lined up neatly, and the water obviously had a bath bomb in it.

"here, allow me." changbin said, helping you undress. he neatly folded up your clothes and placed them on the kitchen counter. then, he gingerly unbuttoned his clothes and put them aside, too.

you sat with him in the warmth of the bath, his skin flush against yours. he rubbed your back, peppering your shoulder with soft and sweet kisses. nothing about this was sensual of any means. after the day you had endured, you were honestly relieved that energy had not been brought to this situation. this was simply your husband showing his overflowing devotion to you.

your eyelids fluttered shut as he washed your hair for you, carefully and expertly. he knew exactly what to do to give you the best results, as you'd taught him well. soft, soothing music drowned out the thoughts in your head, as did the comfortable silence with changbin.

after you had both dried off and gotten into your nightclothes, you climbed into bed, finding yourself immediately in changbin's warm arms, the place in this world where you felt truly at ease. he kissed you before dozing off. his final words, whispered softly into your waiting ear, were "tomorrow is another day."

and it was.

the next day, you found your home adorned with rose petals and your favorite foods and treats. seo changbin really was the match that kept your eternal flame going.

in the spring, the weather was lovely. flowers shot from the once frozen grown, basking in the sun's glory. cherry blossom petals floated down in a graceful dance from the trees. however, you were inside, curled up on a black leather couch, zoned out. from where you could see, changbin and the other members of 3racha were hard at work writing and composing a new song. eventually, you couldn't keep your eyelids from drooping shut, and you slumped over on the couch, sound asleep.

meanwhile, changbin was having a not-so-successful brainstorming session.

"i want to surprise yn, you know...they've been nothing short of lovely to me. and we can release it on the new album if it matches the concept, but if it doesn't, it'll be our song. private and for their ears only." he rambled. "but there's so much i want to express, and i can't pack it all in, or it'll end up being longer than twenty-four hours. ugh!"

jisung gave him a reassuring pat on the back.

"well...what are the things you want to tell them the most? there's got to be some division." changbin thought long and hard at jisung's words. he had such lovely memories with you, which were making it so fucking hard to choose just one.

"well...i love the idea of them growing old with me. it's something i've been dreaming about since we started dating." he finally said, a tad sheepish. "is that too cheesy?"

"not at all!" chan responded quickly. "that is one of the most beautiful things about love, i think. the daydreaming, the wishes...you're truly a romantic, changbin. and i love that being married has brought out this side of you."

"i think the poets might disagree. i can't even begin to elaborate on the vast complexity of my emotions, and they can do it in a flash." changbin mumbled. "i have all these feelings, and i hope i'm doing my best to make every day for them perfect. marriage is a commitment, and god, i'm fucking committed. i want to feel their hands in mine as we sit together under the sun in matching rocking chairs, our fingers wrinkled and knobby. because to me, they will be just as beautiful as they were when we were young."

chan and jisung stared at changbin, turned their heads to stare at each other, and burst out laughing.

"dude, do you hear yourself?" jisung asked in between giggles. "you're literally contradicting yourself as we speak. you just professed your love in the most beautiful way. i wish i could even begin to express that much powerful emotion, god."

"jisung, didn't you write volcano...and miserable...and alien?" chan implored, raising an eyebrow. jisung's cheeks turned an embarrassed rosy red, and he turned away, flustered.

"i guess...but that's not the point! what's really the point is that changbin needs to get his act together and write this song! no matter what you do, they're going to love it."

changbin let his emotions overtake him, and he wrote. he wrote so quickly and beautifully, every lyric laced with devotion and care. jisung and chan added their two cents now and then, but they let him take the lead. you were his muse, an alluring, angelic voice whispering sweet nothings in his ears, gifting him the motivation and inspiration he needed. when he finished his masterpiece, he stared at the lyrics. what if you didn't like them?

a voice sounded from behind him, drowsy and soft.

"honey, are you almost done?" you asked, and jisung and chan gave changbin a teasing smile before leaving the room, making some excuse that they were taking a conjoined bathroom break. changbin smiled at your ethereal face, still sleepy.

"i finished, yeah. want to hear the song?" he asked, as you got up from your resting place, sitting down beside him in jisung's now-empty chair. you nodded excitedly, and he took a deep breath, pressing play on the instrumental.

an upbeat melody sporting electric piano and drums began to play, working perfectly together. it sounded so sweet and so fun, like the inner melody that changbin kept hidden behind this rough exterior as a performer. and then he began to sing.

you'd heard him sing time and time again. but nothing compared to this moment. the raw emotion in his voice was singlehandedly the most beautiful thing you'd heard in a while. you felt tears prick your widened eyes when you realized the lyrics were about you.

"you've made this house a home."

"i was never a dreamer, until i met you."

the final lyric, "let's not make this too complicated, love me right now." signaled the end of the song. you stared at him, and abruptly burst into tears.

"please never stop writing songs about love, baby. your view of it is so refreshing and beautiful."

changbin's song, titled hands in mine, topped the charts.

this did not last. because now, changbin was sick. he'd been traveling and caught something he didn't even realize he had. this hit him hard, and he was now moping in bed, sniffles escaping his runny nose.

you were now determined to nurse him back to help, to the best of your abilities. you took a few days off of work so you could be by his side. carefully balancing a bowl of soup, you knocked on the door.

"can i come in?" he was silent, and you took that as a yes. you slid th door open, weaving through the room to sit beside him. he was sound asleep, the soft rise and fall of his chest imminent. you laughed quietly. the sound woke him up, as he blinked, eyes bleary with sleep, looking at you with a small pout.

"you...woke me up." he whined, and you pushed a few locks of curly black hair away from his forehead, placing the back of your hand there instead. he still had a pretty bad fever.

"you poor thing." you cooed, combing his hair with your hands. "you're burning up." when you gently pressed a damp towel to his forehead, he sighed at the contact.

"i can help myself, you know. you don't need to miss work for me." he said quietly, cheeks a deep red. when he attempted to grab the towel from your hands, you quickly moved it out of reach, resulting in changbin letting out a pitiful sound. "please. i can take care of myself and i'll be back in shape in no time. i've missed too many workouts!"

you shook your head.

"seo changbin, look at me. you have broken your back time and time again caring for me when nobody else had the energy to. i am not going to let you sit here and waste away in your sickness just because you have much too big of an ego to let me show you love you deserve. okay?" he was silent for a while, which implied his white flag of surrender. as he lifted the spoon to his mouth to consume your soup, you noticed his hand was shaking. you gave him a hug after he set it down, pressing your lips to his burning cheek.

"hey! i'm gonna get you sick." he tried to pull you off him, but you held on, until he relaxed, slumping back onto the bed. his head rested on your chest, and he sighed. "you're too good to me. i love you to the moon and back. as long as i am breathing and my heart is pumping blood, you will be the only person in my eyes. i intend you to be my last." and then he promptly fell asleep. leaving you dumbfounded.

so you held him tighter, until you drifted off into a dream-filled sleep. dreams of the eternity you were ready to spend with changbin.

summer arrived with a splash, literally. the sun was high, its rays beating down on you as you sat in a lounge chair in your swimsuit, tanning and reading a book your friend recommended to you. in the pool nearby, changbin rested his forearms against the tile, treading water as he looked up at you with a grin.

vacationing with him was always so fun.

"you look so good right now. the sun is kissing your skin when i wish i could." he giggled softly, and you smiled at his words. you were content sipping a cold drink as he swam, the blue water complimenting his tanned skin. and god, his arms looked really nice.

you had been with him for so long that busy schedules felt natural. you were used to long distance, long late night calls where you were practically begging him to get sleep, but he refused and regretted it horribly in the morning, airport arrivals and departures, all of that. it was nearly surreal that your husband was here and tangible.

"baby, come here real quick. i have to tell you something." changbin said suddenly, his mood changing. worry clouded your brain as you rushed over, crouching down beside him.

"is everything okay?" you asked him softly, and he flashed you that sneaky smile you knew all too well.

"better than okay."

and then he grabbed your hand, pulling you into the pool. you were met with the cool water soaking you from head to toe, before strong hands grabbed your waist, allowing you to pull your head up. changbin was laughing his ass off, and you splashed him rather harshly as a response.

"oh, i got you there! you looked so worried, babe, you were all like - 'oh no i hope my hubby is okay!' not even suspecting i'd toss you in. this is the fifth time you've fallen for this in all our time together, i'm disappointed." you sighed, theatrically massaging your temples to seem annoyed.

"y'know, this is why you're so short, binnie. if i can't trust you to not betray me like that, then how can the height gods?"

"hey!" he pouted, picking you up like you were light as a feather. the water probably helped. "you love me and all my inches."

you raised an eyebrow at his comment.

"and which inches are we implying here?" changbin's cheeks turned beet red as he doused you in a downpour of water.

"i didn't mean it like that, you perv!" he whined. you giggled, swimming over to him to rest a hand on his muscular forearm.

"i know, i know. want to dry off and walk along the beach?" you asked invitingly. he acted as if he even had to think about it, before clasping your hand in his and leading you out of the water. he grabbed two fluffy towels, handing one to you so you could dry off. after the sun aided you in this endeavor, you made your way to the beach.

the sun was beginning to set, painting the sky the colors of a beautiful fire as you walked, one foot after the other, hand-in-hand with changbin. the grains of sand felt soft against your bare feet, and the wind was blowing perfectly. pairing this with a cooler temperature now that nightfall was nearly upon you resulted in a perfect day.

you swung your entangled hands as you walked, pointing out various seashells and marine life. you just felt so overpowered with joy.

"can you believe it? we've been married for over half a year." you commented, eliciting a gasp from changbin. instead of responding with some loving comment that would make you all flustered and even more in love with him, he burst into song.

specifically, omg by newjeans. never a second of rest with this man.

on the eleventh day of august, changbin was awoken with a bone-crushing hug from you. you were excited and smiling, gushing until he groaned, sitting up to face you. your hands went to his cheeks, and you smiled wider than ever.

"happy birthday!" his face lit up at your words. he hugged you laughing, wrapping his arms around you. every birthday was another year lost to time, but he was happy that these years would now be spent time and time again by your side.

he watched you carefully make him a delicious breakfast with his favorite food. there were all different ingredients cooking and being mixed at once, and changbin basked in the sweetness that was your determination to make the perfect day for him. when you finished, you sat down with him, and he began eating, exclaiming in delight at the taste and complimenting you non-stop.

"what do you want to do today? it is your special day, after all. we can do whatever you want. this needs to be a day you'll love." you said, smiling as you took a bite of breakfast. changbin was silent for a bit, probably planning out a sudden itinerary for the day. you knew he was up to something the minute he gave you that damn look.

you were wearing gym clothes. this was his master plan, wasn't it? he was going to make you work out with him. you knew about your husband's love for exercise, but if you weren't feeling up to it, he wouldn't try and force it onto you. but today, on his special day, you essentially had no choice. however, it was lucky for you - you had a trained professional as your workout partner as opposed to someone who knew absolutely nothing.

it wasn't easy, but changbin was by your side every moment of the intense workout. some machines were easier for you to comprehend and then use than others, but at the end of the day, you much preferred watching changbin work out over anything.

the sheer focus when he exercised was something you'd really only seen when he was performing. you wished you had something even close to the level of perseverance that he boasted. finally, your sweaty husband completed his workout. in the car ride home, his hand never left yours, rubbing circles into your soft palm.

the rest of the day was simply lovely. you just spent it with changbin, not doing anything in particular but enjoying each other's presence. whenever he was around you, he seemed to have this radiance that came and went. it was a ray of calming sunshine that made you feel immensely better. whatever came at you, you'd face it together.

that night, when you sang happy birthday to changbin, as he was surrounded by his closest family and friends, he gave you a beautiful smile before blowing out his candles. he felt like was on top of the world, seeing your beauty as you held a cake you baked personally for him. he prayed this would be how all his birthdays were.

when the vibrant green hues of the trees faded to warm reds and oranges, mixed in with the occasional yellows and browns, you knew almost instantly that fall had arrived in all its glory. with fall came the autumn holidays, times of joy as the weather progressively became colder and colder, until the cycle of the seasons would repeat again.

the first of these important holidays was halloween. the weather was chilly in the mornings and night, something you honestly couldn't stand. you were curled up on the couch with changbin, a bowl of candy between you two as you watched some new horror movie. if you were being completely honest, it was scaring you, but you didn't want to admit that to changbin, who was frankly quite invested in the movie's plot.

"look at this dumbass, babe. he had two choices on places to hide. he could've hidden anywhere where the killer wasn't...the guy is literally taking out students at the university, if he just, i don't know, ran away, he'd be safe? but no...he had to hide in his girlfriend's dorm room. so stupid." changbin huffed, and you facepalmed. "mark my words, he's going to die before the end."

his incessant rambling was helping take your mind off the jumpscares, but you'd still visibly flinch if you weren't expecting one. you'd react by hiding your face in the crook of his neck. this was something that made changbin laugh loudly. however, he wasn't condescending about it or anything, which made you very comfortable. one of the many, many, many things about changbin that you loved was the harmony and tranquility he brought to your life.

you had loved seo changbin through the freezing cold and the burning heat, through the wilting and blooming of the flowers, through days and nights alike. and you had absolutely no intention to ever stop.

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RTC Sleepover Headcanons!

They always go to either Constance or Mischa’s place for obvious reasons

Mischa carries Ricky up and down stairs you can fight me over this

The whole choir learned sign language so that they can talk to Ricky

Sometimes when they’re doing things Ricky gets really excited and just signs stuff really quickly and only Ocean and Constance can understand him because Ocean is just Like That and Constance helps Ocean whenever she’s having an anxiety attack or asthma attack and Ocean signs really quickly when she’s like that

Literally any time Ocean or Mischa needs to get away from home because of their shitty parents they just go to Constance’s house and she’ll text the group chat for an impromptu sleepover

This extends to any member of the choir actually

Onto actual sleepover activities! Whenever they’re at Mischa’s house Constance brings a duffel bag full of board games

She also has a guide for multiple things including:

Anxiety attacks

Asthma attacks

CPR

How to treat burn wounds (from the time Ocean and Noel tried to make cupcakes)

And minor injuries

Mischa has a DDR machine in his room and he’s the freaking best simply because it’s loud and pisses off his parents

At some point during the night Noel and Ocean start arguing and they settle it with a DDR battle

Ocean wins every single time because Mischa always ends up trying to encourage Noel and he always gets distracted

Ocean is definitely either aroace or a lesbian ace so somehow during the night someone’s choice in dating material always ends up getting insulted

Including Mischa

Especially Mischa

They have a fun game where Ricky will sign something as fast as he can and the others have to decipher it

Mischa’s parents hears yelling and they’re very concerned but when they look it’s just a smug looking redhead and an effeminate boy yelling over a game of Monopoly

Either that or a bunch of odd children yelling at a kid who’s signing as fast as he possibly can

Safe to say they don’t open the basement door during sleepovers

They order 5 pizzas every time because they all have vastly different pizza orders except for Ricky and Penny who somehow have the exact same very complicated pizza order

Penny is a cuddly sleeper

She once woke up somehow holding the entire choir

They all love it they don’t even try to hide it

Penny and Mischa love horror movies

The only thing that Ocean and Noel have in common is their hatred of horror movies

Penny: *gasps* That’s such a cool effect

Mischa: Oh my god there goes her head

Ocean and Noel, clutching each other: TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF

Constance and Ricky have a respect for the genre but they still cling on to each other like their lives depend on it

Ricky’s favorite horror movie is Killer Klowns From Outer Space

When they’re at Constance’s house her parents feed them the best food ever

There are always attempts to bake because some people (*cough cough* Ocean and Noel *cough cough*) can’t learn their lesson

Ricky and Penny are the taste testers

Ricky is brutally honest

Ocean: Alright Ricky, how does this taste!

Ricky: *signing* This tastes like shit

Ocean: *instantly crumbles*

Ocean and Noel are fire hazards

Ricky likes to sit on the counter

Mischa knows it wouldn’t go well if he tried to help so he just stands by with the fire extinguisher

Ricky paints everyone’s nails

Penny braids everyone’s hair

They always joke about opening up a salon

Ocean keeps some clothes at Constance’s house since she sleeps over a lot

They used to play a game where you would act out a scene from a movie until both Noel and Mischa acted out horrible death scenes in one night

Yeah Constance’s parents banned that game

Constance has a bunch of Mario games

Ricky likes the ones where you can turn into a cat

They do game nights every now and then and if Noel and Ocean get paired together you better start saying your prayers right then and there

Someone ends up crying every time they have a sleepover

Usually Ocean

Penny’s favorite new saying is “It’s not a party until Oceans full on sobbing on the floor”

Mischa is the mama bear fight me on this

He will cradle whoever’s crying like a baby

One time he ended up crying and no one knew what to do until Penny just walked over and picked him up so easily

Homegirl is surprisingly strong

Constance has a Wii and Mischa and Penny are forced to wear the wrist straps every single time

Constance has a supply of puzzles for Ricky

He just seems like a puzzle guy

Constance’s parents once came in to check in on the kids and found Ocean and Noel having a heated argument so they came in and put them in separate rooms

Both broke down crying after five minutes

Arguments happened a lot less after that

Ocean likes catfishing creeps on Tinder

So does Noel

One time Talia FaceTimed Mischa during a sleepover and everyone was so surprised

Mischa: Meet Talia!

Everyone, in unison: She’s REAL?!

Ricky managed to figure out a way where everyone can fit comfortably on the bed

Penny is in the middle always right next to Mischa

Ricky curls up at the end of the bed like a cat

Noel and Ocean talk to each other in their sleep

They also sleepwalk

Once they somehow managed to sleep-switch clothes and everyone was so confused

Everyone has a spare inhaler even though Ocean always has one on her

Except for Constance who has FIVE-

Ocean and Noel have frequent anxiety attacks so everyone else is well versed in how to deal with them

They played spin the bottle once which led to Noel and Mischa AGGRESSIVELY MAKING OUT INT THE MIDDLE OF THE CIRCLE

“You know you don’t have to-” “JUST LET ME HAVE THIS”

Ocean, who snuck downstairs to get a midnight snack:

Penny, who standing in the middle of the kitchen with a bag of popcorn:

New headcanon: Ocean has diabetes

For the first like 15 years of her life everyone just thought that Ocean fainted really easy

Constance has a stash of snacks in her room for Oceans blood sugar

She thinks her parents don’t know about it but her parents just let her have it cause they worry about Ocean

Let’s be real, everybody worried about Ocean

Girlie has diabetes, asthma, and she’s just fragile as fuck both mentally and physically

Mischa is surprisingly over protective over her

Ocean, doing her own version of “How to Catch a Predator”: There it is. Predictable

Mischa: What?

Ocean: The creep I’m catfishing sent me a dick pic

Mischa: He did WHAT-

Movie night is, of course, a regular thing

Ocean is a surprisingly big fan of romcoms

This was so much longer than I anticipated but I hope y’all like it???

I might end up making this a fic??? If I do I’ll post the link to it here

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Chapter 3 - it’s all about the…

…Curiosity.

Series Masterlist

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A/N: I’m sorry for posting late!:) I wasn’t home on Friday, I was invited to a friends birthday party and in the morning I’ve spontaneously decided to bake a cake so I didn’t had time to post this:)

Pairing: stripper!Steve Rogers x Sugar!Mommy reader

Chapter summary: Steve stays the night.

Warnings: hand job, oral m receiving, subby Steve, needy Steve, mommy kink (only once used), a hit of mommy issues, feeding

18+

Walking into your mansion, you immediately stepped out of your heels, hanging up your coat. “We should watch a movie, eat…talk…whatever you’re in the mood for”, you smiled, not meaning to make it sound like that. “Ups, I meant like..talking and stuff. You’re choosing the movie.”

Steve laughed nervously, nodding anyway and following you to the open living room, sitting down next to you on the white leather couch. A white couch? He definitely doesn’t feel safe with his pizza here. Not with the sauce.

Steve slowly looked a bit around the living room, connected to the kitchen. Next to that broad curved stairs leading upstairs, making him curious what he’d find there. Dark shiny floors, making your heels always click loudly, which for some reason sounded attractive. There were also many plants everywhere, hanging from the walls, filling the shelves and standing at the bottom of the stairs. Everything seemed so pretty. Big open spaces, white couches and loveseats, a pretty glass table in front of the couch you two were sitting on, a gray carpet feeling soft against his feet, a few paintings on your walls. For a moment he thought about whether you'd let him paint something and hang it up in your home. The windows were huge, floor to ceiling and he couldn’t stop imagining what it looked like when the sun was up. Probably bright and cozy. It would be amazing to sit on the soft carpet while the sun would shine on him, maybe sketching or just enjoying the warmth of the sun.

Sighing you put your legs up on the arm rest, carefully leaning against his side. “So, Steven Grant, tell me something about you? What’s your story?”, a quiet chuckle came from the blond man, while he chewed his pizza.

“You know my story. I told you everything yesterday”, at that you snorted. “No, Steve, you told me your financial problems. I want to know something about your person”, you said, eating your now mostly cold fries. You felt Steve putting his arm around your midsection, unintentionally pulling you a bit closer.

It took him a few seconds till he answered. “I was a small kid, but got into trouble a lot-thank god my mom was a nurse, otherwise I might’ve lived in the hospital instead a house”, he chuckled and you could feel him shaking his head. “So you got in fights?” “Yeah, I…I didn’t like bullies. I still don’t like them. I hate to see men harassing women or just people that can’t defend themselves, you know?”

A small smile crept onto your lips, while you leaned your head a bit more against him, feeling his own dropping against your. “I had broken my nose four times at the age of fifteen-or, well before”, you heard the grin in his voice. Now it also made sense why his nose was slightly crooked. Not that it made him look any worse-it actually suits him.

While still eating some of your fries, you felt Steve shift around. “Everything alright?”, you asked, looking back at him. The young man blushed lightly, pointing at his belly. “The shirt feels tighter, now that i'm full”, he grinned sheepishly, making you laugh quietly. You turned around, to face him, before slowly opening his button down. “Just take it off, Stevie. I want you to be comfortable. You’re supposed to feel good here, with me…”, you whispered, finally pulling out the material from his pants and pushing it down from his shoulders.

Just like exprected a blush crept from beneath his shirt to the tips of his ears. “How often do you work out, Steve?”, you asked, caressing his chest, feeling his chest rising. Even though the undershirt you felt his warmth against your palm.

“A bit, yeah. After puberty hit me-which only happened like two years ago-I started working out more, went jogging…and when I needed a job I got into the stripper job, so I started pole dancing and that was kinda…fun. I still like it. I can’t dance with a partner, but dancing on stage and poles is like a fun workout…” Steve looked down at his biceps, flexing it. “I really like sports, going to the gym and just enjoying nature, walking the dogs from the shelter”, while you caressed his biceps, you started smiling.

It didn’t surprise you that Steve took the dogs for walks. Somehow it was just a Steve thing to do. You only know him since yesterday and yet you already could tell he was a good guy, with a huge heart.

Without saying a thing you gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

Steve giggled, brushing over the spot you just kissed. “What was that for?”, he smiled bashfully, looking you up and down. Shrugging you leaned back against his side. “No reason, Stevie.”

„Can I ask you something?” “Always, Stevie. Don’t be shy, you can ask whatever and whenever you want.” You wiped your mouth carefully with your napkin, then your hands before throwing the tissue on the table next to the empty box.

Next to you Steve shifted a bit, turning more to you, making you slide against his chest, his hands slowly caressing your arms. “Do you do this often? I mean…looking for someone to take care of? How long will it take till you get bored of me?”

Steve's words made you pull your eyebrows together, while you slowly sat up and turned to him. Your now grease free hand touched his underarm. “Steve, it doesn’t work like that-sure, if we wouldn’t like each other, we’d probably stop it, but I don’t get bored of you. I’m here to help you as long as you need me and you’re…you’re there to make my life a bit more worth living, not just work, but sometimes a date, maybe a gala, stuff that I get invited to, just to accompany me.”

For a moment he thought about your words, looking down at your hand against his skin. “I’m just there to look pretty?” The pink patches made a reappearance on his face and you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning. “Something like that…I know it sounds silly, but when you’re associated with people like the ones I know they…treat you with more respect when you're not alone. Especially as a woman. You may be young, but a very attractive man, it’ll help my image to have you around”, you said truthfully, watching the gears in Steve’s head work, before he slowly nodded.

“So the…the relationship we have…I can ask for whatever I want and you’d buy it?”, he seemed unsure about this conversation, so you wanted to make feel saver, by gently taking his hand. “Yeah, money isn’t a problem here, I’m here to buy you stuff”, you smiled at him, watching as his cheeks blushed deeply, while he slowly averted his gaze.

“What about…sexual…stuff?” Oh, he was still nervous about that. Head shaking you squeezed his hand. “We don’t need to do anything, I promise. If you don’t want to-“ “but I do-I-I wanted to know if…if I can ask for something or if it’s only the other way around, if it’s just…when you want something”, he mumbled now fully nervous, his palm feeling sweaty in your hand.

You slowly raised your eyebrows, scooching a bit closer to Steve. “It’s both ways, not only my needs, but also yours if you want to”, he nodded at that (maybe even a bit eager now). A smirk crept onto your lips. “Is there something you want to ask me?”

He bit his bottom lip, looking down at your intertwined hands, slowly letting go of your hand and pushing it down onto his crotch, his hard cock already bulging against his jeans. Oh.

“Could you…touch me…? Please?”, he asked quietly.

Double oh.

Grinning you started to rub your hand over his pants, making him moan quietly, pushing against your palm back. „Tell me what you’ve done before-you said you’re a virgin but have you any experience?“ Your hand never stops rubbing his cock through the pants. Breathing heavily Steve looked up at you from under his eyelashes. Did he have any idea how pretty he looked when he looked at you like that?

It took him a few seconds till he finally found his voice again. „I had a few quick handjobs-just some stuff in highschool or while-while being at a party-disappearing into a friend's bedroom for a few minutes“, he laughed quietly, being interrupted by his own moan when you pressed a bit harder against the leaking head. „-and once a- a girl sucked my dick but-fuck don’t stop please-„ When he stopped talking you squeezed his cock painfully-but instead of whimpering or telling you to stop, he moaned and pushed into your hand.

You felt yourself get wetter at that.

Slowly you loosened your grip, but still stroked him. “But what, baby?” You asked curiously. He opened his eyes again, seemly confused before remembering what he had been talking about. “It was bad-she told me it was her first time doing that after and-and I had a hard time finishing-she scratched with her teeth and squeezed my balls too much-not in a nice way-“, he mumbled, his leg twitching when you rubbed over his head. At this point you noticed a little wet spot appearing right where his top was.

A smirk crept onto your lips listening to him talking about his not so positive or many experiences with sexual pleasure. You’d definitely change that. If he lets you.

“Can I open your pants, sweetheart?”, you whispered, playing with his zipper, already seeing him nod. “Yes-yes, pants and underwear”, he mumbled, his head falling against your shoulder, face buried against your soft skin.

Pushing down his pants, he helped you to do so by lifting his hips slightly. His hard cock slapping against his stomach, leaving a wet spot of pre cum on his undershirt. “Such a nice cock”, you whispered in his ear, slowly wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft. He felt unbelievably thick in your palm, warm and hard. God, you hoped he’d want to fuck you, because…yeah, you really, really wanted to feel him stretch you out.

Steve’s soft lips against your throat made you sigh gently. “My pretty boy, so lovely”, you whispered, your thumb rubbing over his leaking slit, feeling more pre cum leaking into your palm, making the movements smoother, wetter. “I’ll make you feel good, I promise..”

You pushed his shirt up with your other hand, rolling it underneath his armpits, his pecks on display, for you to gently lick over the perky nipples. “You’ve no idea how I love your pecs, sweetheart. Your pretty tits…couldn’t stop looking at them yesterday”, your grip around his cock tightened slightly, while pumping him a bit faster, his hips thrusting up into your palm.

He moaned a bit louder when you nibbled at his nipple, his hands brushing through your hair and pushing you slowly down. “Please…use your mouth…want to-want to come in your mouth-“

“Sure, babyboy”, you whispered before kneeling on the couch, one of your hands brushing over his thigh up to his cock, starting to stroke him once again, a bit quicker this time. “Ask me nicely.” This time you finally got a quiet whine out of his rosy bitten lips.

“Please use your mouth, please”, his whining made your pussy throb. He was fucking adorable.

“Where do you want my mouth, hm?”

Your thumb circled his slit, feeling more pre cum wet your hand making your slow strokes even smoother, a squelching sound following. Steve’s face turned a soft rosy color, while he looked at you with a pour on his lips when you indirectly asked him to beg.

But he will fucking beg if that’s what its take.

He didn’t hide the desperation in his eyes.

He needed it.

He needed to feel you.

Your mouth.

“Please-please use your mouth on-…on my cock. Please suck me off”, he moaned, tears welling up in his eyes, while he threw his head back when you started rubbing his cockhead a bit faster, before you started stroking his length again. “Sure Baby, all you needed to do was ask'', he definitely heard the smirk in your voice. When you finally leaned down, your ass was up your mouth close to his dick.

Steve gasped when he felt your tongue lick away the precum, tasting him and moaning against his cock, slowly licking over his length, making sure to make it messy with salvia and his own natural lubricant, till the squelching sound was filthy and loud.

You always liked it a bit messier.

As soon as he felt your lips wrap around his head, he thrusted up, feeling your hot wet and soft mouth making him lose his mind already. “Oh my-oh god”, he moaned, his head falling into his neck when he felt your tongue circling his slit. His taste hitting your tongue, you moaned around him, the feeling of your mouth vibrating around his head making him gasp.

You suckled at his leaking head, before slowly taking him deeper till he was stretching your throat. As a woman of a certain age, you’d learnt a few things over the years. You definitely had more experience than the girl that had sucked him off some time ago.

He felt his balls tighten, being full with cum that he was close to finally shooting into your mouth. Then your free hand found its way to his chest, circling his nipples and pinching. “Fuck, I’m-“, you could feel his dick twitch in your mouth, the pre cum and spit already leaking around your mouth, making it all sloppy.

His grip on your hair tightened and you felt him spill his seed in your mouth, some of it you swallowed, before pulling away and letting some of the spurts hit your face, neck and his own stomach. “Fuck mommy, feels so good”, he hadn’t even noticed the name slipping from his lips, while he fucked into your palm. You could hear the desperation in his voice and the desire flashing in his eyes, when he looked at you for a brief second. You stroked his shaft and massaged his balls till he was finished, wanting to get everything out of him, what had already been a lot.

Panting, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze immediately finding you, watching as you liked away the rest of his cum from your fingers, some of it still on your cheek and neck, dripping onto your pearls. Fuck, his dick twitched again seein his cum mark your face and the ridiculously expensive necklace. He got to do that. Not anyone else. Only him.

Your lipstick and makeup was slightly smudged.

Moaning to himself Steve dropped his head once again against the headrest of the couch. “Fucking hell, I always thought sex gets boring after thirty”, he mumbled, both of you blush at the mention of your age gap. “Sex and any kind of intimacy is fun as long as you want it to be fun”, you whispered, grabbing his button down from the couch and firstly wiping away the cum from your face, before wiping his stomach.

“Let’s go shower, there’s a bathroom attached to my bedroom and another one on the end of the corridor, last door left and one upstairs…I’m pretty sure it’s the fourth door” You threw the shirt aside, kissing Steve’s cheek gently. “I hope it’s okay, I asked Clint to get you some clothes for you to sleep in and wear tomorrow-I…I hoped you’d stay here tonight”, you smiled, while steve pulled his boxershorts up, but the pants already falling to his ankles.

“I’m glad, what did he-or you?-get?”, he asked curiously, taking off the undershirt too, leaving him only in his boxershorts and…his SpongeBob socks. “I don’t know what he got, but Steve-please, the next Time you take off your clothes, start with your ridiculous socks”, you teased him, swatting his butt gently while standing up and wrapping your arms around his waist.

His cheeks became rosy, while he looked down to his socks, wiggling his toes. “Oh, right…I should’ve started with them-I’ll stop wearing patterned socks-“ “-don’t, I don’t want you to change that”, you kissed his cheek again, taking his hands and pulling him through the corridor. “It’s cute. Just like you.”

“You haven’t chosen a room yet, so we should do that-here’s my bedroom-“ You pointed at the open door to your bedroom. “And my office is the door to the right. You can choose whatever room you want-oh there’s also upstairs if you want to go there, there are more rooms if you won’t like these”, Steve seemed a bit overwhelmed looking through all the rooms. Comfortable looking blankets, soft pillows and expensive wardrobes, the carpets looking even more expensive than anything he had ever brought himself. But they all didn’t look homey, no pictures or any personal touches. There was even some thick dust coating most of the surfaces, like if you hadn’t been there in months.

He didn’t like the rooms-until the last one. Thankfully still on the bottom floor. He felt like he could get lost if he had to go upstairs.

“Oh, the windows are huge”, he whispered, walking into the room, looking out of the floor to ceiling windows. It was already dark outside, you could see the beautiful colorful lights of the city. “It’s always very bright here, the sun falls perfectly through the windows…”, you said, stepping closer to him, your hand slowly sliding over his back before wrapping around his waist.

It was so nice to finally feel someone’s warmth, a body against your own. Especially one like that. Sighing you leaned your head between his shoulder blades.

“Can I have this room?”, he asked quietly, his hand stroking over your arms that were wrapped around him. You couldn’t see the soft smile he wore, his gaze glued to the world outside. “Sure, even if you’d change your mind, it’s no problem if you want to choose another one”, you whispered against his skin.

When he felt you loosening your grip, Steve pulled your arms a bit tighter around his body, making you hug him longer. He felt comfortable with you, which he hadn’t in a long time-especially since last year. For some reason he liked the idea of that kind of relationship with you. It wasn’t about feelings. Just about needs. Nothing more.

He definitely needed money. And if you needed someone to spend time with you, he could do that. Why not? He’d be over at your place for the weekends and on other days he’d just stay at his place-which you said you’d pay for, too.

There would be no love involved. No real commitment, which sounded good to him. Steve struggled with relationships-that’s also why he never really had any and why he’s still so inexperienced. Since he had been in highschool-or even sooner, since he knew what sex was-he promised he’d have his first time with a person he loved. That never happened. But he still didn't want to lose his virginity to some random person-at least a close friend. Maybe, hopefully, he’d still find his love at some point.

For now he’s just enjoying living with the agreement of being your sugar baby.

Living in your home was already breathtaking-alone this room was unbelievable. It was probably as big as the small apartment he had shared with his mom years ago. He never had such a big room before-he had no room at all when he was younger and now in the apartment he shared with his two friends? His room was still way smaller than this.

It made him…speechless.

Maybe a bit emotional, too.

Yesterday he was a stripper and now he….was here. With you. A woman nearly twice his age, over a decade older than him. If someone would’ve told him a week ago he’d be here he’d laugh.

“Are you okay, Stevie?”, you whispered quietly against his back, softly kissing his skin. It wasn’t hard to notice Steve was lost in thought. The sigh that escaped Steve’s lips made you furrow your eyebrows. To make him feel a bit comfortable you started gently rubbing his arms, leaving a few last kisses at his spine, noticing a faint long scar there.

Steve took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles. “I just…it’s all so different. I can’t believe I’ll be sleeping here in this huge bed-wake up in a mansion-with these huge windows and an amazing view…I guess I’m a bit…overwhelmed.” He turned around, looking down at you before wordlessly hugging you for a short moment. You couldn’t really hug him back, because he was already stepping away from you, avoiding looking into your eyes.

“Abou the clothes…are there maybe some sweats? I’d like to sleep in-“ “yeah, sure. I’ll be back in a minute”, you smiled, slightly confused on why he became somewhat closed off suddenly. Of course you should be imagining too much into it, especially since Steve wasn’t your boyfriend-or friend, for that matter-but somehow you still felt a little sting in your chest. The many hours you had spent together were amazing, the date in its own way perfect, you’ve talked and shared a lot, some little memories here and there…

It didn’t make sense why he’d push you away now. Of course, you two weren’t supposed to fall in love, but you could still be friends? Maybe Steve still felt uncomfortable about the age gap? Maybe there was a different reason? Or maybe…maybe he was just overwhelmed with the change. You had to remind yourself how you had felt the first time your life changed drastically. It could be a lot sometimes.

“Clint got you these”, you put two begs on his bed and Steve could already see the Calvin Klein logo on the front, making his breath hitch. “I hope he got the right size. Wouldn’t want you to have to walk naked around…not that I’d mind it”, you joked a bit too lighted Steve’s mood again. He did smile a bit, but it didn’t reach his eyes. The sparkle from before was gone.

Sighing you sat down on the bed next to him, watching as his hand slowly brushed the silk cover, your own hand gently covering his. “If you wanna go home I can drive you, you know? You don’t have to stay.” Steve seemed to consider this for a moment, before slowly shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m this moody…it’s just…a lot. In a good way, of course, but…it made me think of….just everything. I think I should go to bed and just sleep it off”, not wanting to talk about his feelings more he withdrew his hand grabbing the bags instead and pulling out gray Calvin Klein sweatpants. After thanking you and giving you a kiss on the cheek you wished him a good night and left his room so he could go to bed.

But before you even left the door he called out your name again.”where do you keep the towels? I’d like to go shower""Right, I forgot. Just in the cabinet in the bathroom, you’ll find some-the blue ones are the softest, if you ask me”, a little grin appeared on your lips. “And a toothbrush should be somewhere in the bag, I told Clint to buy one for you, because otherwise he wouldn’t have thought of that”, with that Steve started looking through the bags, finally finding a toothbrush-and from where you were standing you could make out some colorful patterns on it.

“Steve, is this a kid’s toothbrush?” “It’s Toy Story!”, he grinned at the toothbrush, before looking back up at you, making you laugh quietly. All it takes to make Steve happy are patterned and themed things?

“Clint either bought it for his kid and accidentally threw this one in your bag, taking the one for adults or he did it on purpose”, you definitely believed the second scenario rather than the first one. And Steve thought so too. Clint definitely seemed like a guy who’d still use kids toothbrushes because they’re more fun.

You watched as Steve took some other clothes out of the bad, admired them for a moment and put them back in. You had to bite your tongue not to tell him to just put them in the wardrobe. Technically the room was from now on his, he could use the space…the closets and everything else.

“Good night Stevie. You know where to find me”, you smiled, before closing the door behind you, going straight to your room where you went to take a shower yourself. After your bedtime routine your head finally hit the soft pillows, immediately pulling you into the land of dreams and relaxation, surrounded by the soft feeling of silk against your naked skin.

While you were already deeply asleep Steve was still in the shower enjoying the hot water. It was nice to have steaming water, not having to think of your roommates and just being able to stand in the stream for a moment. Normally he’d try to wash up as quickly as possible, the water only lukewarm. He liked the idea of living like that.

After his shower and bedtime routine Steve laid down in his new bed, a quiet moan escaping his mouth when his body sank into the comfy mattress. When heaven existed it felt like this. From now on he'd spend as many nights in this bed as possible. No springs that were poking him in his sensitive back, no scratchy sheets, the pillow fluffy and soft like a warm cloud.

He may have fallen in love with this bed.

Smiling, he closed his eyes for a moment, sighing.

Before he could fall asleep he texted Bucky where he was and how the date with you went. Bucky's answer came quickly, a thumbs up and a grinning smile and something about being jealous of the huge bed Steve had sent a picture of.

Just like you had told him the sun brightened his room in the morning, the warmth on his cheeks waking him up. As soon as he woke up he felt unbelievably rested and comfortable. He’d love to just lay in bed all day, but in the evening before he had made up his mind about making you breakfast-which he hoped he wouldn’t mess up.

After putting on some of the clothes Clint had bought for him he left the room, closing the door behind him. His phone was in his sweatpants pocket, waiting for a message from Bucky what he should cook for you to eat.

Steve walked (what he assumed) in the right direction, but when he finally came to the end of the corridor he realized he entered the shared living room from a completely different direction that you two had walked in the previous night. Your corridor leads through the whole house?

When he had felt unsure about which door was your room before, he definitely had no idea anymore. “Fuck”, he mumbled turning around, looking back into the corridor he had walked out from. Maybe he’s just imagining it? It could’ve been this corridor and he’s just imagining something. He should’ve paid more attention to the house when you first showed him, not your ass.

After finding your fridge (which was harder than he expected, hidden as one of the many cabinets there) he found all the ingredients for pancakes.

Pancakes he could do.

Even Bucky thinks his pancakes taste pretty good. Which is a compliment, considering Bucky is the better cook. Also considering Steve managed to burn a damn toast two days ago.

After finding the plates and mugs he put the pancakes on these, before trying to find out how the coffee machine works (he had to Google it and damn did the price surprise him.)

He even found a tray to make it easier to carry the plates and mugs.

Smiling brightly he grabbed the tray and walked to the first door he assumed was your room. Knocking he waited for your greeting, hum or anything, but nothing came. Maybe you were still asleep, so he decided to open the door quietly. “Good mo-oh”, it’s an empty room he had seen yesterday.

Sighing he closed the door again, repeating everything at the next door. “Are you fucking kidding me?”, he grumbled, noticing this was, in fact, also not your room.

It took him four more tries till he finally found your bedroom. “For fucks sake, this is a damn labyrinth.” Noticing you were still asleep he couldn’t stop himself from looking at you for a moment. Admiring your natural beauty, because you had taken off your makeup to sleep. You were lying on your side, blanket pulled up to your face, Right beneath your chin.

It…looked cute. You looked cute.

He put down the tray on your nightstand, looking down at himself for a moment, before quickly taking off his hoodie and throwing it aside. After taking the tray he gently shook your shoulder straightening quickly. (He may or may not have flexed his abs). “Good morning-breakfast in bed!”, he greeted you cheerfully.

You immediately opened your eyes, a tired smile creeping on your face while you slowly looked up at you—the smile now wider.

Then you slowly sat up, your eyes widening, pulling the blanket even higher. “Steve that’s sweet, thank you but-I’m naked”, you felt blush creeping onto your cheeks, the same happening to Steve.

“Oh I-fuck-I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-“, he immediately started apologising looking everywhere but you, the nervousness and shakiness of his voice couldn’t be more obvious. It’s sweet how nervous he was about your nakedness even though you had sucked his dick a few hours ago.

Laughing you pulled the blanket even higher to your chin. “Steve it’s fine-wait no, don’t go. Please just give me something to wear, you’ll find some shirts in my wardrobe-is that your hoodie? Why aren’t you wearing it?”, you asked when Steve picked up the navy blue material from the floor, holding it out to you. The red patches returned to his cheeks, even darker this time.

Your gaze fell to his bare chest, then to the breakfast tray and back to the hoodie. “Oh Steve!” The laugh that escaped your throat was soft and cheerful. “You’re so sweet. That’s the best breakfast I’ve ever gotten. Especially those abs, baby. Now give me the hoodie and sit with me”, you said, grabbing the hoodie, not noticing the blanket slipping down, showing a bit of your breasts-but Steve did notice. You also miss the way his cheeks tinge pink.

Steve saw your breasts.

And fuck.

He’d love to get his mouth on them.

His dick definitely twitched at the thought and he thanked god you were currently busy with dressing yourself, otherwise he’s sure you’d have noticed it. Especially since he’s not wearing any boxershorts underneath his sweatpants.

You patted the spot next to you, mentioning Steve to sit with you, already pulling the blanket up for him to slide underneath. He hesitated for a moment, before carefully sitting down next to you , not sure if he’s supposed to put his arm around you or touch you in any way.

“Could you pass me the tray?” Steve nodded, doing as you asked and watching you for a moment cutting into the pancake-to his surprise you lifted the piece to his mouth instead of your own. The usual blush crept over his chest to the very tips of his ears, making him look adorable. “Come on, Stevie, don’t be shy. Open up”, you whispered.

For some reason he shivered, his whole body immediately covered by goosebumps. “S-sure”, he cleared his throat before taking the bite, quietly chewing, while you took a bite for yourself.

A few minutes later Steve’s head was already leaning against your shoulder, enjoying being fed by you. It was really nice. Made him feel funny in his chest. In a comfortable and pleasant way. He felt completely relaxed, a bit mushy even.

“Okay, come on, I have to visit a friend today, so I’ll drive you home-maybe we could buy some groceries on our way, too, if you need anything?”

An hour later Steve was entering his apartment with two huge bags filled with groceries for-well, he didn’t want to look while you paid, still feeling a bit overwhelmed, maybe even a bit guilty, but definitely a lot. Fresh vegetables and fruits, some things he couldn’t even pronounce and a few snacks. Probably more than he actually needed, but it wouldn’t go to waste, not with him living with two roommates. (Both, Bucky and Sam were thrilled seeing all the food. Which also meant many questions about Steve’s weekend and sugar mommy )

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milksuu · 1 year

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Coffee & Unicorn Tears

Pairings: Tyler Galpin x fem!reader

Content/Warnings: None

Contains: Fluff & Magic

Summary: A certain barista burns his hand, and you're there to mend it.

a/n: I just started this series and I'm in love! I'm wondering if I should write a second part?

“I’ll take that one, please.”

Beneath a round glass display, your small finger pointed to a cookie with a shape unlike any other in the assortment. It wasn't the usual round baked treat, with chocolate pieces or walnuts. This one was different, this one was special. Shaped like a hoofed fairytale creature, it was decorated in edible paint; with a white chocolate base, and sugar crystals sprinkled to top it.

The boy behind the counter followed the length of your finger. His lips quirked in a peculiar way, as if finding amusement in your choice.

“You mean, our unicorn cookie special?”

Your cheeks grew warm, despite the autumn months. You felt his gaze travel your features, from the tip of your chin, past your lips and nose, to rest at the peak of your forehead. You brushed at your bangs, hoping to veil the ornate piece protruding from your head. No matter how clever you thought you were, nothing you did was ever good enough to hide the eye-sore of a horn.

“Nevermore, I’m guessing.” He started, handing you the baked good. "Tyler, by the way."

"I'm Y/N," you nodded meekly.

“Funny. You don’t look like the rest of ‘em.”

You dipped your chin, fiddling with your fingers and thumbs. “That’s because I’m the last of my kind.”

“Sounds…rough,” he tried to phrase it delicately. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to bring up an uncomfortable topic.”

“That’s alright. You wouldn’t be the first,” you said, presenting a sweet smile. “If it’s not too much trouble, could I also have a medium latte?”

He gave a curled pinch to his lips, ringing up the order. Attending the coffee machine, there was a hissing noise and a bursting plume of frothed steam. A yelp of pain cursed the air. Your eyes blinked over the scene, watching as he waved a blistered hand in the air.

“You’re hurt,” you gasped.

“Yeah, well, it happens a lot. Shit—that stings.” He sucked on his teeth. “Just need to run it under cold water for a bit.”

“Let me help you.” You urged, pressing forward over the counter. “Although, I-I can't use my magic in front of a cafe full of people.”

You could tell he wanted to deny you, however, the earnest of your sentiments seemed to persuade his ego enough. With a defeated sigh, he paced along the counter, urging you to follow. You did, passing a door into the back of the shop. Entering the stock room, you were surrounded by rows of wooden racks, each filled with bags of coffee. The smell of dark roast wafted from floor to ceiling. Finding a suitable spot, he leaned against a shelf.

You drew close, but kept your eyes on the fabric of his apron. “Can I?”

“Um, sure,” he said with a shrug. “Do what you need to do.”

Taking his wounded hand in yours, you raised it to your flushed face. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to succumb to a world of heartfelt just behind them. Conjuring the beat and squeeze of your chest, sparkling tears surfaced at the rims of your lashes. Like fine pearls, they gilded down the roundness of your cheeks. He winced, feeling the iridescent drops splash against his bubbling skin. Beneath his gaze, the skin began to smooth over, washing away the sting of redness that once pervaded.

He felt his mouth dry, staring in disbelief. “That’s kind of amazing.”

“Unicorn tears have special healing properties,” you sniffled, wiping away the dense syrup clinging to your blushing cheeks. “I don't like to use it much. It’s so embarrassing to cry in front of others.”

“I can't blame you for feeling that way,” Tyler paused, thinking of more to say. “How did you make yourself cry on command?”

“Strong emotions,” you replied with a steady breath. “Sad or happy, it doesn’t matter.”

“Then, what about now? What kind of emotion were you feeling?”

“Happiness.” You pressed the bagged treat to your chest. “Today, you’ve given me something better than sweets—a feeling as if, maybe, I’m not the last of anything.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Really? Over a cookie?”

“I’m easy to please,” you returned with a giggle.

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devilbrakers · 11 hours

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was tagged by @gothimp to do this tag game!

tell me about...

01. a character you love.

dante... :). i'm sure everyone who follows me at least knows OF him fdjsklf. but he's a mercenary who specializes in the supernatural, mainly demons. he is sooooo silly but also so riddled with sadness and grief. i have an art board of him sitting on top of my aic box set rn

02. your favourite food from your culture.

fry bread my fuckign beloved.... it's such a comfort food to me especially when my dad makes it. also german style pretzels are always a joy. i love carbs 🫶

03. what your dream apartment / room / house is like.

a decent sized house that i can live in with my friends :). not too big but enough space to not be cramped. but i'd also settle for an apartment. also would love to have a spot to display my record player/record collection

04. your personal style or aesthetic.

i'm not as fashionable as i'd like to be ig? i'm broke and also get overstimulated by fabrics pretty quickly so i keep it simple for the most part. my clothes are usually soft and baggy since that's the most tolerable for me. oversized t-shirts and flannels, or hoodies. i usually wear sweatpants if i'm out but just loose pajama pants if i'm at home. but i'll occasionally wear stuff like this if i'm going out with friends or smth.

05. a happy memory.

so there's this quarry close to where i grew up that i went to with friends a lot before they moved away. we'd get food and go hang out on the peak or close to it. it was simple but i always really enjoyed it.

06. your favourite way(s) to spend time.

playing video games, writing, painting, watching movies/shows with my friends on teleparty, making edits, baking, etc

07. story behind your url / title / quote / description / icon.

devilbreakers are a weapon nero uses in dmc5! missing a letter bc the proper spelling is being hoarded 😔😔😔. my title is from the crow which is my favorite movie

08. something that comforts you or brings you joy.

my cat!! she loves pasta, scrambled eggs, and sitting on the couch like a person 😭

09. what you’re looking forward to.

honestly not much atm 🥲 i have an mri coming up that'll maybe give me some answers but we'll see fjdkslf

10. something else that’s important to you.

i can't think of anything so here's bob <3

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nuzzle · 7 months

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hi, i love your blog so much! *⋆˚꒰ˊૢᵕˋૢෆ꒱ out of curiousity, when and how did you become a lolita lifestyler and do you have any tips for someone trying to become one? thank you!! ଯ( ॢᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ॢഒ

hello, and thank you so much for loving my blog!! ♡

i'm sure many lolitas have different ideas on what a lifestyler exactly is and what being one means to them personally.. but i think it's as simple as loving the fashion so much that you put forward the effort to incorporate it into other parts of your life.

i first started considering myself a lifestyler about a year ago. around that time, my wardrobe was building up a bit more and i was crossing a bunch of dream items off my list. i also started slowly growing my collection of lolita-related physical media (catalogs from brands, gothic & lolita bibles, lolita magazines, books, dvds and such!) i wanted other factors of my life to match my clothes.

i feel as though a lot of it has to do with your environment. changing up your room a bit.. maybe you want to paint your walls a different color or rearrange things a bit. you could slowly collect the things you love, it could be anything! tea sets, figures, manga, music, games, posters or prints of art.. for me—adorning my closet with my dresses, having a display mannequin, organizing my accessories, including my novelty items in my daily use, displaying my collection of media in my lolita room and surrounding myself with my favorite things helped egl feel more like a lifestyle rather than just a fashion that i love!

other than decorating your living space/room i think dressing up daily is an obvious one. doesn't have to necessarily all be lolita, maybe if your school/work's dress code doesn't allow it you could have some egl inspired elements in your casual everyday outfits. outside of that, having cute roomwear/pajamas comes to mind.. like the nightgown and nightcap momoko wears in kamikaze girls! a cute swimsuit for beach or pool days in the summer, perhaps workout gear and outfits for the gym that matches your aesthetic (i instantly think of the silly bedazzled dumbbell in mister rococo)

occasionally taking some coord pics or making wardrobe related posts, going on outings that feel rococo or victorian inspired (maybe a garden visit, museums, a picnic, or afternoon tea!) having a journal, blog, social media or maybe even your own website dedicated to the topic and decorated with your aesthetic of choice, could all be really fun things for a lifestyler. i find that cataloging your wardrobe is exciting (be it digitally on lolibrary, making your own database for your closet, or building one of those physical books with pictures) along with planning coords. some more hobbies could be sewing, fixing up and restoring items in your wardrobe, crochet, baking or cooking (make some cute sweets or snacks!) studying art history or historical fashions, gardening or tending to flowers, looking into a variety of different teas and tea leaves you may enjoy, making collages or journaling, reading, listening to music, playing an instrument, watching movies, playing games, it could really be anything that you enjoy!

it's also important to remember not everything in your life has to be centered around egl, and not everything has to fit inside an aesthetic box. don't let being a lifestyler burn you out or put you off of trying different things.. you can truly do anything you want to do at the end of the day. your passion and love of lolita won't start disappearing and fading away on days that you choose to live differently!

and thank you for the fun question!! i hope my answer was able to do it justice ^_^

#asks #lolita fashion #egl #lolita lifestyle

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call-me-maggie13 · 1 year

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Ava bounces Diana on her hip as the doorbell chimes through the apartment. It’s nicer than hers, cleaner about the outside, and she can’t help but feel self-conscious of her own apartment that is falling apart — paint peeling off the side and overrun with mice.

Beatrice swings the door open with a grin and ushers them in, taking Diana from Ava as the crosses the threshold and tossing her playfully in the air before catching her and squeezing her against her chest. Diana squeals and smooshes her hands over Beatrice’s cheeks. Ava isn’t sure what Beatrice has planned for their meal, but the smell of freshly baked bread wraps around her like a warm blanket.

Ava stands awkwardly in the doorway, shifting from foot to foot until Beatrice finally greets her, her grin wide and bright. She leaves her shoes where Beatrice tells her and follows her through the tour, watching her gesturing through the living area and the bathrooms, vaguely mentioning bedrooms down a narrowly lit hallway before leading them to the dining area. The table is set for a larger group than Ava had been expecting, the thought momentarily squeezing her chest and spinning the room about in her head.

Beatrice rests her palm against Ava’s bicep, squeezing it gently and she realizes Beatrice has been speaking the entire time. She shakes her head and blinks.

"Sorry, guess I’m more nervous than I thought." Beatrice smiles softly at her, brushing a lock of hair behind Ava’s ear.

"Don’t be. They’re nice, I promise." Ava knows she’s being genuine and she fights the urge to tuck her nose into the crook of Beatrice’s neck.

Beatrice excuses herself to check on the meal and Ava uses the time to wander around the apartment. It’s obnoxiously clean, the only signs it’s lived in are the shoes by the door and the pictures on the walls. She’s not sure why it surprises her, as if she’d expected Beatrice to be a pretentious-art-on-the-walls type, not family-portraits-and-photo-booth-strips type. She hadn’t thought of what Beatrice’s apartment would look like before being invited tonight.

Nevertheless, pictures of Beatrice missing teeth and wearing braces, pigtailed and doing cartwheels, flipping off the camera and sticking her tongue out at whoever is behind it. It is never anything Ava would’ve expected Beatrice to display proudly on her walls.

She’s admiring a collage of a young Beatrice and a brunette girl who looks a few years older than her. In the picture in the center, they’re cuddled together, asleep in what appears to be a blanket fort, Beatrice couldn’t be more than fourteen in the picture. There’s a set of photo strips where they’re making silly faces at the camera. Beatrice asleep in the backseat of a car while the older girl draws a mustache on her. Dancing in the rain, faces alight with something no storm could drown. Beatrice offering a peace sign and sticking her tongue out at the camera while she holds the brunette’s hair back while she pukes into a bush, both free of any inhibition.

"That’s Shannon," Beatrice’s eyes shine when she looks at the collage, glancing it over and laughing when she sees the one Ava had just been looking at. "That’s from her twenty-first birthday. She got so drunk, she spent at least twenty minutes throwing up in that bush, she could barely stand upright. I made her hang her head out the car like a dog while I drove because I didn’t want to clean her vomit out of my seats.

I completely forgot about it until Mary printed the pictures out. It’s probably one of my favorite photos."

"She seems like a lot of fun."

"She is. She’s also the biggest pain in my ass," Beatrice laughs. "Sometimes I don’t know why I keep her around, but I don’t know where I’d be without her."

"Question."

"Answer."

Ava chuckles, turning to face Beatrice. She looks easy, calm and relaxed, at ease. It tugs Ava’s heartstrings.

"So you were born and raised in Europe, correct?"

"My parents are diplomats in Europe, yes."

"So if you were in Europe and Shannon was here, how did you meet?"

"A pen pal program my parents made me sign up for when I was seven. Shannon was nine, maybe ten at the time. We wrote each other every day for two years before we ever spoke, then she and her mom flew up for, what is it called? Spring break?"

"So how did you end up moving in with them?"

"I’m almost certain my parents arranged it. I never asked, I don’t think I want to know what Shannon's family had to sacrifice for me."

"Why would…"

Ava loses the words in her throat when Beatrice tunes in to Diana in Ava’s arms. She strokes her hair and listens intently to her nonsensical babbling. Beatrice nods when Diana pauses, urging her to continue and laughing when Diana laughs.

Ava isn’t sure why she’s crying, why there’s a sudden lightness in her chest that is suffocating, why she wants to store this single interaction in a jar for the rest of her life. Beatrice glances up at her midway through her conversation with Diana, her shining eyes hiding behind scrunched eyebrows until Ava offers her hand. Beatrice smiles as Ava intwines their fingers, squeezing them three times and hoping Beatrice knows what she can’t say.

Two hours later, Shannon is squishing Diana’s cheeks and grinning when it earns her a delighted squeal. Diana sticks her hands out to Lilith, making a grabbing motion until Shannon shifts her onto Lilith’s lap.

"I don’t want the sticky gremlin," Lilith grumbles, though she wraps her arms around Diana and relaxes when Diana drops her head against her chest and yawns. Beatrice passes her Diana’s blanket and Lilith feigns annoyance as she tenderly tucks it around Diana, brushing the baby hairs out of her face before returning to pretending she dislikes the affection.

"Watch this," Camila whispers as she leans between Ava and Beatrice before rounding the table and holding her hands out to Lilith, silently asking for Diana.

"No." Lilith shifts away, furrowing her eyebrows and frowning deeply. “My sticky gremlin."

Camila’s smile lights up the room, looking from Lilith to Ava with a triumphant laugh.

Ava turns to Beatrice and finds her already watching her with a soft smile. Ava is a young and fairly healthy woman, but Beatrice looking at her like that is going to give her a heart attack. She’s not sure who moves first, but their hands find each other and Ava never wants to let go, Beatrice’s hand tethers her to this moment — reminds her life can be this good.

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