#but then I think I’ll have to start lol

[moonchild9350]

Pick You Up

Summary: Chan comes back from the gym complaining of sore muscles. You offer to give him a massage amongst other things.

Pairing: dom Chan x sub fem reader (soft dom reader for like 2 seconds)

Genre: smutt- this is a 18+ fic, MDNI

Word Count: 2511

Warnings: cursing, hand job, daddy kink, breeding kink, spanking, overstimulation, p in v penetration, creampie (wrap it up, wrap it up), cum swapping/cum eating...I think that's it

Note: This is inspired by Chan's bubble message saying he only works out to pick stay up. After he sent that message my mind went feral and this is the product. I think I wrote this is record speed lol Enjoy!

This is in no way how Chan is in reality. This is just for fun.

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

You knew your boyfriend Chan liked to work out. He goes diligently everyday with Changbin, the two letting their stress out that is built up from busy days in the recording studio by lifting weights.  Chan always said he didn’t feel like he was muscular, but you knew better.  You saw and felt those muscles every night when he would wrap his arms around you as you two fell asleep.  Nonetheless, you knew it was hard to change his mind once he thought a certain way. 

Chan was on his way back from the gym, having given you a call thirty minutes earlier, saying he was going to bring back dinner with him.  He walked in the door, kicking off his shoes and setting his gym bag down.  He walked over to you and gave you a kiss, as you were sitting on the couch watching TV.  He placed the food on the table.

“Hey baby girl, I brought dinner.  Wanna eat after I shower?”

“Yes babe, that’d be great. I’m starving!” you replied.

Chan chuckled at this and said, “Well I gotta feed my girl yeah?  Sit tight, I’ll be done shortly.”

You nodded at this and watched him walk towards your bedroom.  You heard the shower turn on and settled back in to watch your show. 

Not long after, he came back out.  He opened the take out and gave you yours.  He took his dish and sat down next to you.  While you guys ate, you asked about his gym session.  “Not bad, my muscles are killing me though,” Chan responded.  You hummed at this and said, “would you like me to give you a massage?” Chan considered this and agreed with a nod of his head.  “Well let’s clear this away and I can start your massage,” you responded.  You and Chan dropped the dishes in the kitchen and made the way to your shared bedroom.  

“Go ahead and sit down Channie,” you said.  Chan made his way to the bed and sat on the myriad of blankets littering the bed.  You sat behind Chan and started massaging the muscles in his neck.  At your touch, Chan sighed, relaxing and leaning back against you.  You slowly kneaded your hands into the tight muscles, taking your time.  There was silence as you worked, just the sound of the nightlife outside your window. 

“Feels amazing baby girl,” Chan grumbled out, letting his head fall back against your chest.  His eyes fluttered closed and he let off a sigh every now and then as you continued the massage.  Once you got to his sides, you took one of your hands and carefully brought it to his crotch.  You gently placed your hand on his cock and gave it a light squeeze.  Chan’s eyes flew open with your actions.  Chuckling, he asked, “What are you doing there baby girl?”  You shushed him and responded, “Just relax Channie, just want to make you feel good.”  At that Chan grinned and relaxed further into you, closing his eyes once more.  

You began rubbing his clothed cock, giving it a light squeeze every now and then. With each touch, you could feel his cock filling out the space in his shorts.  Chan groaned as you gave his cock a hard squeeze.  “Can you touch it baby girl? Go ahead and get daddy’s cock out.”  You reached your hand into Chan’s shorts and grabbed his cock.  It was warm and hard in your hands.  You rubbed your hand over his slit, gathering pre-cum, Chan hissing in the process.  You moved your hand up and down his shaft at a slow pace, placing wet kisses on his shoulders and neck. 

 “Does it feel good Channie?” you whispered.  

“It feels more than good baby girl.  Keep going, keep stroking daddy’s cock.”  You picked up the pace, jerking your hand, gathering more pre-cum to help the glide.  

Chan’s eyes fluttered at the feeling, sighing out with pleasure, as you worked his cock, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.  With each stroke, his breathing kicked up, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He thrusted up his hips, when he felt your other hand reach into his shorts and fondle his balls.  

“Yes baby girl, yes, so…so close, don’t stop.” 

With a hard squeeze of his balls, you whispered, “cum for me daddy.”  

“Fuu.. fuck,” Chan groaned loudly, muscles tensing, as he came hard, cum spurting out all over your hands.  You continued to stroke his cock, milking every last drop of cum, until Chan was hissing from the overstimulation.  You took your hand out of his shorts and licked up his cum, making sure to get every last drop.  

Chan turned his head and gave you a kiss, tasting the saltiness of his cum on your lips.  “It’s daddy’s turn now huh,” Chan whispered against your lips.  You nodded yes and kissed him again.  Chan guided you to lay down, your head resting on the pillows.  He pulled his shorts off before helping you get undressed, tossing the clothes on the floor. 

Chan grasped your breasts and started to knead them.  You shivered as he leaned down and blew on your nipples, causing them to peak.  Leaning down, he latched onto and suckled your nipple.  You moaned out, running your fingers through Chan’s hair.  He switched to your other nipple before trailing his hand down to your pussy.  You sighed as he slid his fingers through your folds, teasing you.  Gathering up some of your arousal, he brought two fingers to your entrance, sliding them in. He stretched you out with his fingers, dragging them in and out, before curling his fingers upward searching for that spot that drives you crazy.  You gasped out and gripped Chan’s hair tighter when he found that spot within you.  Chan smiled, as he continued to suck and knead your breast, while stroking your g-spot.  You were wiggling around as the pleasure became too much, feeling your high approaching. 

“Stay still babygirl, let me get you there.” 

You moaned and stilled your movements, tears pricking your eyes.  Chan brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing mercilessly, as he kept rubbing your g-spot.  You were a mess, babbling out, “daddy, daddy, I’m close.  Can I cum please? Please let me cum, please, please.” Chan cooed at your babbling, giving you a kiss, before saying, “Go ahead and cum, baby girl. Cum for daddy.”  Your head flew back on the pillows and you rocked your hips violently as you came around Chan’s fingers, chanting, “daddy, I’m cumming, daddy, ahhhh.” Chan continued to rub your clit, as you came down from your high.  

“You're daddy’s good girl, hm?” Chan brought his fingers covered in your arousal to your lips, “Open up baby girl, go ahead and taste yourself.”  

You opened your mouth, suckling his fingers covered in your arousal, moaning at the taste.  You licked every last drop before he pulled his fingers away, giving you a kiss. 

“Good girl, such a good girl yeah?”  

You hummed and whined at his praise.  “Want your cock. Can I please have your cock daddy?” 

“Baby girl, needs my cock?  I’ll give you my cock, but we’re going to try something different today, yeah?”

You whimpered at the suggestion, not caring about what he was saying, as long as it led to him burying his cock deep in your pussy.  He hummed and gave you a wet kiss before saying “Go ahead and sit up.”  Chan made to get off the bed.  You were a little confused at his actions, but listened anyway.  

“Daddy’s gonna lift you up ok.” You cocked your head sideways, “You’re gonna lift me up?” 

“Mmmhmm.”  Chan walked toward you, “wrap your legs around me baby girl.”  You stood up and wrapped your legs around his hips like he instructed. You then wrapped your  arms around his neck and held on tight.  

 His hands went to grasp your ass, giving it a squeeze.  “Ready baby girl? Ready for my cock?”  You shook your head, “Yes daddy, always ready.”  Chan took one hand to grasp his cock and slid you down onto it.  You moaned at how deep he went in this position.  Chan started to bounce you on his cock, nearly hitting your cervix with each bounce.  You were lost in pleasure, a babbling mess, chanting “daddy, daddy, daddy.”  

Chan looked at his love, watching the emotions flood through your face.  “How does that feel, baby girl? Feel daddy’s cock deep inside?” He walked you backwards so your back could rest against the wall before thrusting hard upwards into your pussy.  You wrapped your arms tighter around Chan’s neck, little ‘ah ah ahs’ leaving your lips as Chan pounded into you. You felt close to your high, as with each thrust, Chan’s neatly trimmed pubic hair brushed against your clit.

Chan leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours for a heated kiss.  He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.  He had sweat dripping down his face, down his back, your pussy just felt that good.  

“You know what baby girl?  I only workout so I can pick you up.  So I can pick you up and pound that sweet, tight pussy of yours.  So you can feel me deep inside…and fill you up.”  

You groaned at his confession, “So strong daddy..ahhh, I’m close, so close.” 

“Baby girl is close? Yeah? Go ahead and let go, let go for daddy.”  His dirty words were just what you needed, you let go, letting your orgasm take over, leaning your head back against the wall, and letting out a loud moan.  Chan leaned forward and kissed your neck, not stopping with his thrusts.  

When you finally opened your eyes, Chan gave you a smirk and said, “I’m not done with you yet.” He turned around and threw you on the bed and flipped you onto your hands and knees.  He kneaded your ass, spreading apart your ass cheeks before letting some of his spit drip down between your ass.  You moaned at the sensation, arching your back further, presenting your pussy for him.  Chan brought his hand down, giving your ass a slap before kneading the area to soothe the pain.  He repeatedly slapped your ass,  listening to you moan which each smack. When he was done, there were red marks where his hand landed, causing him to smirk. “If only you could see yourself.” 

He brought his fingers down to your pussy once more, running them through your folds.  You whimpered at his touch, feeling overstimulated from your previous orgasm.  Despite this, your arousal was steadily dripping down your thighs, and Chan noticed.  “Need my cock again baby? Once wasn’t enough for you?”

“Ne..need your cock again daddy, please, please, need to be full of you!”

He hummed at this and grabbed his cock.  He hissed at his touch, he cock rock hard,  needing his release.  He brought his tip to your entrance and slammed his cock into you, bottoming out in one thrust.  He began pounding into you, without giving you warning.  The sound of your ass hitting his pelvis and Chan’s moans resounded throughout the room.  

Chan grabbed your hands and brought them behind your back, pulling you up to his chest.  He continued pounding into you.  No sound came out of your mouth, your lips formed into an O, the pleasure beyond amazing.  “Are you daddy’s good girl? Letting me use you like this, letting daddy have your pussy in any way he likes.”  

You couldn’t respond right away, lost in the immense pleasure Chan was giving you.  You finally found the words after a moment, mumbling “Hmmmmm da..daddy’s good girl, yeah, yeah your good girl.  Want your cum daddy,” you babbled.  What you to fill me up, please fill me up, breed this pussy.”

“Yeah? Want daddy to fill you up? Breed you full?” Chan let your hands go, continuing to pound into you as you fell onto the bed, face buried in the pillows, moaning and mumbling.  He grabbed your hips, squeezing them, as he rutted into you, feeling his high approaching. “Here ya go baby, here’s my cum, here’s daddy’s cum.” He rutted into you one last time, pressing his hips against yours.  You felt his cum flood your insides, and whimpered at the feeling.  

Once Chan came down from his high, he flipped you over onto your back.  He took one look at you, tears running down your face, lips red from you biting them, and gave you a kiss.  “My good girl, such a good girl.  Let me clean you up, yeah?”  Chan scooted down your legs, opening them so he could fit in between them.  You could barely register his actions until you felt his hot tongue on your pussy.  You squealed at the stimulation, beyond overstimulated.  

“Gotta clean you up baby girl, hold still.” Chan opened your lips with his fingers and lapped at your pussy, licking up both his cum and yours.  Your hands went to his hair, pulling at the strands, causing Chan to moan.  Between his tongue on your pussy, and the vibrations from his moans, you came hard, your vision going white, hearing fuzzy, and legs spasming.  Finally Chan leaned back, mouth covered in both his and your cum.  He hovered over you and leaned down to give you a kiss.  You latched onto him, tasting his cum and yours on his tongue, moaning at the taste.  

Chan was the first to break the kiss.  He laid down next to you, pulling your limp body into his.  “How are you doin baby girl?” He pressed kisses on your neck and shoulder.  You mumbled something, not completely coherent.  Chan chuckled and squeezed you tighter to him.  “You did good, so proud of you.”  You hummed at his praise and carefully turned your body so you could face him.  You gave Chan a kiss and just rested in his embrace.  Before you knew it, you started to doze off.  Chan nudged you and whispered, “No falling asleep yet baby, we gotta get you cleaned up, for real this time.” You mumbled what he thought was ok.  

Chan got up to run a bath.  He filled it with your favorite bubble bath and lit the candles you liked.  He came back into the bedroom and scooped you up.  Once he got to the bathtub, he gently placed you in it.  You sighed at the feeling of the warm water on your sore muscles.  Chan got in and sat behind you pulling you close to his chest.  You snuggled into him, sighing in content in more ways than one.  Chan stroked your back gently, pressing a kiss to your head.  “What’s going through that head of yours hm?” 

You hummed and said, “you’re my strong Channie.”  At this Chan chuckled, “I guess so.”  You were in thought for a while and then said, “Channie, can we try that again some time?” 

Chan looked down at you and smiled, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

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[prythianpages]

Just A Girl | Eris x Rhysand's Sister

summary: Your father throws a ball in your honor. When Beron belittles you, you decide to show him what you're capable of, catching the attention of his firstborn.

word count: 2K

a/n: Hi guys! It's been a hot minute since I've written anything and I feel rusty lol (kinda like when you stop riding your bike and have to relearn type of feel.) Anyway, this is entirely based off no doubt's just a girl bc I felt like it gave off Rhys's sister vibes and then I thought why not incorporate this into an au I had planned for an Eris x Rhys's sister one shot??

“When I’m High Lord, I’ll go–”

“I’m sure you’ll go far,” you interrupt, a half smile playing on your lips as you look up at the first born of Spring. With his luscious blond hair, striking green eyes, and well-defined jawline, he's undeniably a sight to behold. Unfortunately, his personality doesn't match his looks—dull yet somehow arrogant and miserably misogynistic. 

You don’t have it in you to spare him a moment longer, especially not when his overbearing pride is becoming overwhelming for your senses. You push past the desire to call upon your abilities and manipulate his emotions into something more humbling. He is not worth exposing your powers.

With a pat on his shoulder–too harsh for his liking– you add, “and I really hope you stay there. It was nice speaking with you, Heathen.”

“It’s Heath.”

You give an uninterested hum before making your way to the refreshments table, desperate for something to soothe the tension between your brows. A silent prayer is sent to the Cauldron that no other male approaches you with a lame attempt at conversation. If they are interested in you, they should at least be able to hold a good one. One that doesn’t incorporate any microaggressions toward you.

Fortunately for you, it is your brother who approaches you next. He takes your–what was it? fourth or sixth, you can’t remember– champagne flute from your grasp with an effortless ease. A glare settles upon your features as you watch him chug it before fixing your gaze straight ahead, to the dais where your father and mother sit. 

Your father occupies the grand throne, while your mother sits beside him in a smaller, less ornate chair. The Lady of the Night Court—magnificent and burdened with countless responsibilities—receives none of the praise that is lavished upon your father. Despite her contributions to your court, she is not held in the same regard… simply because she is a female.

It leaves you to wonder what your destiny is.

Rhysand looks at you with sympathy, and you realize that in your moment of vulnerability, you've let your mental shields slip. “Please, save your breath,” you mutter.

Sensing Cassian and Azriel approaching, you flash them a small, relieved smile. “And please, stay by my side,” you say, your eyes scanning the room where multiple pairs of eyes are fixed on you. You feel so exposed and though it’s no surprise, it leaves you unsettled. When your gaze meets that of one of Autumn's sons, you quickly look away and strengthen the shield around you.

“I could use my scary brother privileges right now.”

“Who are we scaring, princess?” Cassian asks, flexing his muscles as he pretends to adjust the cuffs of his dress shirt, rolled up to his elbows.

Azriel lets out a snort, but his keen eyes are already scanning the room, easily locating the Autumn male. The red-haired male immediately cowers under his cold, hard stare.

“No one.” Rhysand replies, shooting them both a warning look. He then turns to you and you don’t need his daemati abilities to know what he’s about to say. “y/n–”

“Don’t you think I know exactly where I stand?” You interrupt him with an exhausted sigh.

Tonight was a celebration–a ball to honor you and all you’ve done for the Night Court during the war. When the war started, you were twenty-three and deemed too young to participate. Though, at that age, Rhysand had already completed the bloodrite and was esteemed a formidable warrior. You were fortunate that your father allowed you to train and even more so that he allowed you to join the Night Court council.

You quickly mastered the politics of war and the intricacies of the Prythian courts. Midway through the war, your father entrusted you to visit the war camps and delegate on his behalf. There was no doubt that it was a privilege you were granted due to your powers. Still, you embraced it eagerly and tonight was the night you would officially be recognized as an emissary.

But of course, many–especially the sons of the High Lords–confused tonight as your debutante ball. You were in your third decade, after all. While your brother was recognized as a fierce warrior and heir, you were regarded as a highly sought out bachelorette. 

Lucky you.

“I am meant to be pretty and docile,” you continue, gesturing to yourself. 

The dress you wore was far from your usual preference. The bodice, adorned with intricate beadwork and sequins, featured a sweetheart neckline that teased a glimpse of your breast—but not too much. The skirt of the gown was voluminous, made of layers of soft tulle that shimmered delicately with every step as the light caught the scattered sequins. It was a beautiful black ball gown, crafted by your mother's talented hands. Yet, you much preferred dresses that clung to you like a second skin, revealing more of your figure.

To put it frankly, you felt quite suffocated in this gown. And you rather not even get started on your makeup. You were transformed into a perfect painting of a sweet and innocent princess. Not the daring and powerful female you knew yourself to be.

“Desirable but not too attainable.”

 “However, that does not mean I need to be consistently tortured by dull conversations and hungry stares from controlling males,” you finish, crossing your arms against your chest with a scowl. “No one has even asked me about my role in this court.”

“Oh, yeah. How is it being an emissary to the Night Court?” Cassian asks, earning a smack to the back of his head from Azriel.

“Just splendid,” you reply with a sarcastic smile.

“You played a significant role in establishing peace between Spring and the rest of the courts after the war. I’m sure your efforts will not go unnoticed,” Rhysand assures you.

“Perhaps I played my role too well. Heathen has seemed to have taken an interest in me.”

It’s as if he heard his name being called, for the blonde male’s gaze meets yours across the ballroom. He winks at you with that stupid, cocky smirk of his. A grimace crosses your face. You had been hoping your conversation from earlier would deter him. It seems it has only spurred him on.

“He’s... pretty,” Rhysand starts, but then trails off, struggling to find a compliment for Heath. “Pretty full of himself,” he finally manages, shooting you an almost apologetic glance.

Both of you erupt into laughter.

“It could be worse,” Azriel comments after a moment, a futile attempt at making you feel better. “It could be the heir to Autumn. As the by-product of growing up under Beron’s cruelty, I hear he’s pretty ruthless. Might even turn out to be crueler than him. At least Heath isn’t as bright…”

“Ouch,” Cassian says with a playful wince, almost feeling bad for the Spring heir.

Your eyes find the male in question. Eris Vanserra. His vibrant red hair makes him and his siblings easy to spot in a crowded room. Surprisingly, Eris hasn't made any attempt to approach you tonight. Unlike his brothers. Instead, he stands by his mother's side. She appears uncomfortable and weary, her arm linked with his as she rubs her swollen, pregnant belly.

 As you focus on him, you feel a mix of anger and concern. “Somehow, I doubt that,” you voice your thoughts out loud, following the trail of emotions. Your eyes land on the recipient of his anger. Beron. The High Lord of Autumn stands amongst the other High Lords, engaged in conversation with your father.

Sensing your gaze on him, your father looks up from where you stand. He holds a hand up, summoning you and your brother.

“Time to shine,” Rhysand says, holding his hand out to you.

**

“Ah, my son,” your father greets with a smile as you and Rhysand come to a stop before him and the other High Lords. He then turns to you, violet eyes alight with pride that has your chest swelling with warmth. At least your father recognizes your worth and you don't dare to wonder if he'd see you the same if you weren't blessed with your power.

“My daughter, the guest of honor," he introduces, reaching for your hand to pull you to his side. You offer a polite smile and curtsy to the High Lords. “Y/n has done a lot for this court and all of Prythian. Tonight is a means to show my immense gratitude and present her with the official title of lead emissary of the Night Court.”

It is the High Lord of the Winter Court who speaks first, offering a slight bow of his head. “I look forward to continuing working with you, Lady y/n.”

“A wise and thoughtful member of the Night Court.” High Lord Thesan says with an amiable smile, the High Lords of Day, Summer and Spring sharing his sentiments.

However, the same cannot be said for the High Lord of Autumn. His lips curl in distaste, the thought of having to interact with a female tasting sour on his tongue. He had tolerated you before but only due to the war.

“You expect me to welcome her to my court to discuss important matter?" Beron huffs. "She’s just a girl.”

You don’t speak. You don’t even make a sound. But the look in your eyes…the look in your eyes was downright murderous.

Memories begin to flood your mind of you being berated and undermined. The box in which you had locked away your emotions can no longer contain them. A wave of anger and frustration begins to surge forth...

Rhysand knew exactly what was about to happen, his hand silently reaching out for yours. To hold you back.

But it was too late. Your mind was like a wall of steel. Impenetrable.

All you saw was red, your wings bursting forth from your glamor, unfurling behind you.��They tore through the seams of your dress, provoking gasps. Swiftly, your magic mends the fabric, accommodating your true form.

Tendrils of darkness emanate from your outstretched hands, weaving through the air like sinister ribbons. Your gaze, unwavering and intense, remains fixated on Beron.  With each movement of your fingers, the room plunges deeper into shadow. The once-illuminated space is now consumed by a thick veil of darkness. Even Azriel’s shadows, accustomed to the darkness themselves, cling onto him like a second skin.

As the last glimmer of light fades into oblivion, the ballroom becomes a chamber of obsidian night. With a mere thought, you tap into the emotions swirling within the hearts of those present. Careful to be subtle upon the intrusion as you do not want to expose the true extent of your abilities.

You summon only the most negative emotions like a maestro orchestrating a symphony. Screams erupt, drawing your lips upwards. You can feel resistance against your power and whether it is from your father or brother or even one of the other High Lords, you can’t tell.

Gathering all your pent up frustrations, you use it to fuel your strength, wanting to hold onto this moment of mayhem just a bit longer. It is only when you feel Beron’s heart racing, feel the trace of fear threatening to dim the fire in his veins that you let go.

In the blink of an eye, your tendrils of darkness disperse, succumbing to the resistance. The faelights adorning the ballroom shimmer to life once more and the moon’s light seeps back into the room. It casts an ethereal glow over you, revealing the calm and cool expression on your face. Yet, your eyes remain seething with the fury of a dark, raging storm.

Beron's scowl deepens at your display. He parts his mouth in disbelief, looking towards your father, who says nothing. Beron then looks back at you.

For once in his miserable life, he is at a loss for words. Pride swells in your chest and you push against the talons raking across your mind, wanting to bask in your small victory.

“I’m just a girl,” you finally say and then give a nonchalant shrug of your shoulders before turning to leave.

Reveling in the animosity radiating off of him, your smirk deepens as you recognize a faint trace of humiliation somewhere among the fire of his wrath.

The assembled crowd parts before you, their gazes a mixture of disdain, shock, and fear. You keep your head held high and eyes focused straight ahead. Dread begins to settle in, the onset of a headache from overexertion threatening to break your composure.

Still, you carry on, feigning nonchalance. The only sounds echoing through the room are the hushed whispers and the sharp click of your heels against the marble floors.

Yet, amidst the sea of wary onlookers, one figure stands apart.

Eris.

The heir to the Autumn court is leaning casually against the wall near the exit doors, his mother nowhere to be seen. The corner of his lips are upturned into a smirk, amber eyes alight with amusement and curiosity and perhaps, even something more.

Your steps threaten to falter as your eyes meets his. He looks back at you, holding your gaze with a searing intensity, it sends a shiver down your spine. He looks at you in a way no one ever has...as if he can see you for you who you really are.

Because you aren’t just a girl.

You’re the daughter of the Night Court. A shining star. A force to be reckoned with and one he finds himself irresistibly drawn to.

a/n: I honestly don't know how to feel about this one. I guess it's kind of a prequel to my upcoming one shot. Also, you can't tell me Eris wouldn't find anyone besting his dad like reader did in this hot lol

general tag list: @scooobies, @kennedy-brooke, @sillysillygoose444, @lilah-asteria

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[penkura]

A Baby Sister

Note: I didn't realize it until I was writing this, but I legit gave all these men a daughter for their second child (or first or third for two of them on this). I can't believe I didn't notice, lol, I would've moved things around a little but, this is fine honestly. I tried to make it really cute and fluff, but the bonus turned a little angsty. :') The bonus is also what led to me wanting to write this. Enjoy!

Rogue is three when you and Ace have your second child, another little girl you name Ann. She’s just as tiny as her big sister was, and while Rogue has your hair, Ann looks exactly like Ace, all the way down her freckles. Ace definitely cried again when he got to hold her, hell he was crying as soon as she was born, you totally expected it though.

Rogue hated the two days she wasn’t with you, both you and Ace deciding to give her some time before you introduced her to her newborn sister, she stayed with Luffy and Sabo during the time you were in the hospital. After you’ve gone home, Ace picked her up and she refused to let him go until he got her home, when she sees you she hurries over to the couch and hugs you so tightly that you really do feel bad for having not seen her the last two days.

“Mama, I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Rogue! We’ve got a surprise for you, sweetheart.”

She brightens up hearing that, excitedly trying to ask what the surprise was while Ace brings Ann over, handing her to you before he picks up Rogue and sets her in his lap so she can see better.

“Rogue, this is your little sister, Ann.”

Rogue is beyond excited, she wants nothing more the rest of the day than to hold her sister, to the point she starts crying and Ace has to calm her down when you have to take your newborn to feed and change her. Once she has her back, Ace starts to feel a little jealous simply because he also wants to hold Ann for a while. The whole thing just makes you laugh and appreciate that you have others who want to hold her.

“At least she’s not mad about having a sister.”

Ace just pouts a bit in return. “I want to hold her too…”

~~

Law brings your son, six-year-old Rosinante, to see and meet his baby sister the day she was born. He takes him by your hospital room first, so your son can get some time with you before seeing his new little sister, even though he’s excited to meet her. He starts getting antsy and almost begging to meet her, before you finally laugh and look at Law.

“Why don’t you take him by the nursery? I’ll be fine for a bit.”

Agreeing with your suggestion, Law gives you a quick kiss on the forehead before taking Rosi’s hand and leading him down the hall to the nursery, stopping at the window and trying to find where your daughter was in the room. Once he finds her, he picks up Rosi and points where your newborn’s nursery bed is.

“See right there? That’s your sister, she’s got the bear you picked out for her.”

Rosi’s eyes light up once he sees where she is, seeing Law is correct, the little polar bear plush he’d picked out months ago was in the corner of the bed. She’s so small! He didn’t think she’d ever be so little, even after he met some of your friends babies, they were all a few months old.

“What’s her name, dad?”

“Cora. She’s got a hat on, but she has the same hair color you and I do.”

Rosi nods while Law watches him for a minute, smiling just a bit. He had been a little concerned about how your son would react when you decided to have another child, but you were able to convince him that Rosi would be a wonderful big brother, he had Law as an example, after all. Watching Rosi over the last several months, from when he grinned and hugged you when you told him you were pregnant, to when he was happy to hear he was getting a sister, you were proven right over and over again.

After watching him for a few moments, Law presses a kiss to the top of your son’s head and looks back to your daughter.

“Cora’s going to be depending on you, all right? My sister relied on me for somethings while she was little, so do your best, and your mom and I will help you both.”

“Okay, dad,” Rosi nods, before looking back to Law, “Can I hold her?”

“Yeah, of course. We’ll go back to mom’s room and get them to bring her in.”

~~

Having been an only child, Penguin wasn’t sure how your four-year-old daughter Wren was going to react to meeting her little sister, Ivy. Wren had seemed a bit concerned at the beginning of your pregnancy when you were sick, and didn’t have much of a reaction when you told her the baby was a girl. She barely had any interest in meeting Law’s newborn daughter a few weeks prior, running off to play with Rosi instead.

Once your second child was born, Penguin brought Wren to meet her, but after finally seeing her new sister, she refused to hold her, instead holding onto Penguin and hiding her face in his shoulder. After you bring Ivy home, Wren still isn’t interested in seeing her much, attaching herself to whichever one of you isn’t holding the new baby at the time.

Eventually, when Ivy is sleeping in her bassinet one day, Wren stands up on her tiptoes to watch her baby sister sleep. She’s still not sure about this, having a little sibling so suddenly, but she’s starting to think it’s okay, after watching you and Penguin with her the last few weeks. Wren reaches out and barely touches Ivy’s tiny hand, almost beaming when her baby sister grabs onto her finger.

You and Penguin had been watching Wren while she stared at Ivy, just making sure everything was all right, and it makes him smile at the same time when she starts to accept her new baby sister. When you lean into him, Penguin hugs you close and kisses your temple.

“I told you everything would be fine. She just needed some time.”

“Yeah, I know…you’re always right in the end.”

~~

Having twins was a trip already, you still don’t know how Sanji convinced you to have another child. Sora and Angel were a handful at times, but now that they were five-years-old, they could do more on their own, and Sanji used that as a reason for you to go ahead and have your next baby, which ended up happening immediately. You figured it would be a few months of trying before you got a positive test but nope, first try out the gate and here comes baby number three.

You don’t mind so much once your second daughter is born, a blonde little girl you choose to name Grace, she seems so much smaller than either of the twins were despite being born full term. She’s a perfect addition to your family though, and your twins think the same when they get to meet her.

Both are pushing the other away from the nursery bed, standing on the side facing out from your hospital bed, trying to get a good look at their sister. Angel is beyond thrilled at having a baby sister, while Sora just wants to see what she looks like.

Sanji eventually goes over and lifts up Angel, telling the two to be quiet because you were sleeping, and so was baby Grace. Angel quiets when she’s able to see her little sister better, Sora following suit as he can actually see her now. The two just watch her sleep, Sanji wonders if they’re actually happy or worried about having a new baby sibling until Angel looks at him.

“Can I hold her?”

“I wanna hold her!”

“I asked first!”

“I’m older!!”

Sighing, Sanji smiles in relief, glad your twins are excited about the new baby, until she starts to cry because they’ve disturbed her with their argument about who gets to hold her first.

~~

Keitaro has just barely turned two when you have your daughter. You never expected to have two in two, but it happened and truthfully, you weren’t upset about it when you found out you had a little girl. She’s so tiny when Zoro holds her, he's completely in love the moment he sees her. Your children were both unplanned, but you don’t think you’d change anything about how your life is going, and Zoro is the same, he's told you that multiple times.

When Keitaro properly meets her, it’s a few days after she’s born, some rule the midwives in Shimotsuki Village still follow, they wouldn’t even let Zoro be with you when you gave birth, you really had wished you were still on the Sunny this time. It’s not really a formal meeting for the two, but you think it works just fine.

Keitaro sits up on the floor by your daughter laying on a pink baby blanket that Robin had given you for her, she just somehow knew you were having a girl. Your son just stares at her for a long time, a pacifier in his mouth that doesn’t let you see what he’s really thinking. He reaches over to touch her cheek after a few minutes, a small giggle leaving his mouth when she scrunches her face and pouts in her sleep. Zoro stops him before he does it too much, placing his hand in front of your toddler’s to keep him from making her cry.

“That’s enough, you don’t want her to cry.”

Keitaro whines before pouting himself, until he squeals when Zoro lifts him up and sets him in his lap.

“Her name’s Kuina. What do you think, buddy?”

He tries to sound it out, but he’s still too little to say it correctly, the name mostly coming out as ‘Koo-na’, which makes you smile even as he starts to get frustrated and nearly cries before you gently shush him.

“Shh, it’s okay. You can just call her baby until you’re ready.”

Rubbing at his eyes, Keitaro yawns and snuggles against Zoro, part of his frustration being from needing a nap. You both watch as your children sleep quietly, glad their first meeting went well, anxious to see how the two grow up now.

~~

Your and Corazon’s first child, a baby girl, comes along just two months after you’ve taken in and formally adopted ten-year-old Trafalgar Law, when you’re both just twenty-three yourselves. Almost overnight you have two children to take care of, though Law isn’t that interested in your daughter at first. You get it, he’s still working through the sudden loss of his parents and little sister, he calls you and your husband by nicknames, not viewing you as his parents yet but that’s fine, you don’t want to rush anything with him.

It’s why you tell Corazon not to force Law to see your daughter right away, when the boy refuses to have anything to do with her and leaves your hospital room. You’re not upset at all, you know this must be hard for him. To lose and regain a family in a matter of weeks, then have a new sister so quickly as well, it’s a lot to take in at such a young age. You know he hasn’t gone too far, probably just sitting by your door, he’s just overwhelmed, you reason to Corazon, who nearly dragged Law back when he turned to leave before running out.

“He needs time, we need to give him that.”

It’s later that day, when Corazon has left to get something for him and Law to eat, that he leaves the three of you alone, finally convincing Law to at least sit in your room instead of outside the door. You have been holding your daughter for a while, noticing that Law is quietly looking over every now and then, and it makes you smile.

“You wanna come see her? It’s okay if you don’t. I won’t force you, Law.”

He doesn’t say anything, but eventually comes over, sitting beside you to get a look at your newborn while you adjust her blanket so he can see her face better. It’s hard for you to get a read on Law sometimes, he’s already good at masking his emotions, so you give him a few minutes of watching her before you say anything.

“Her name is Evangeline. What do you think?”

“…she’s small.”

“She is! She’s got her daddy’s hair too!”

“I was hoping she’d look like you.”

That makes you laugh lightly, nodding. It probably has to do with his sister having looked like his mother, you’ve seen the few pictures he has of his family. They were both lovely, Law looks just like his father. After another moment or so, you’re surprised but happy to see him reach over and let Evangeline hold his hand, the slightest smile on his face.

“Can you do me a favor, Law? Evie is my first baby, and I know you’ve had a bit of experience with your sister…can you help me and Rosinante take care of her? She’s going to need a great big brother to watch over her.”

There’s no response for a bit, but when he nods, you’re happily relieved. You were worried that he wasn’t going to accept another change so quickly, even though you knew it would likely take a long time for him to get used to this.

When Corazon comes back, he can’t fight the smile on his face to see the three of you sleeping, Evangeline still in your arms while Law is attached to your side, holding onto your arm.

Everything is going to be fine.

#one piece x reader #reader insert #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #zoro x reader #roranoa zoro x reader #sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #penguin x reader #op penguin x reader #portgas d ace x reader #ace x reader #corazon x reader #rosinante x reader #donquixote rosinante x reader

[stardewrotsession]

Note: I finally got this done, holy shit. I tried to make these head canons more different than their 10 heart event since I already did something similar, but on some of the bachelors I just couldn’t help it. Either way, I thought this was a neat little premise.

When the bachelors plan to propose, but you beat them to it

Sam

- So I think to think of Sam as one of those “I’m gonna fake it till I make it” and pretend to be nonchalant about it on the outside.

- But on the inside he’s freaking out lol.

- You’re the first person to really get him, without the whole “you’re just a kid, grow up” attitude towards him.

- He doesn’t necessarily wanna make it too romantic. But he wants to make it romantic enough to show you he really does love you.

- Maybe he’ll write a song for you. No, maybe he’ll do something cheesy like bring a boombox to your farmhouse in the middle of a storm. No, maybe he’ll make a poster!

- He’s just a tad bit indecisive lol.

- He was thinking of writing a song about you. Was actually halfway through the song when you randomly went up to him in the middle of fall.

- “Hey, I was gonna stop by the forest to gather some mushrooms… did you wanna come with me?”

- He was planning on taking a walk at some point, so why not?

- As you two walked there, he would mess around with you and tease you while you playfully bickered with him.

- And he loves your little bickers and jabs back at him. You always laugh or smile at him in the end, and it gives him a warm feeling.

- “So, I may not have been honest when I told you I wanted to pick mushrooms with you,” You said nervously.

- “I thought you just wanted to get away from the house,” Sam replied. “Be my knight in shining armor and take me away from my room!”

- Drama queen lol

- “Well, that,” you said, laughing when he grins at you. “But there was also something else. And I wanted to do it when you were taking your fall walks up the river and to the forest.”

- “Okay… now you’re scaring me a little,” Sam says jokingly, although you could hear his tone beginning to shift.

- You took a deep breath and grabbed something in your pocket, revealing it to be a small mermaid’s pendant to him.

- “I know it might not be the most romantic,” you began to say. “If I was as talented as you, I would’ve written a song or something. But… I really didn’t wanna have to wait that long after I got stuck on a few rhymes.”

- This man was flabbergasted lol.

- You knew how to take his breath away.

- “Um… say something,” you said nervously. “Please…”

- It took you by surprised when he immediately hugged you afterwards, spinning you around and cupping your cheeks in his hands.

- “You kidding me?” He asked. “Of course I’ll marry you!”

- You let out a sigh of relief and laughed, smiling against his lips as he leaned in for a kiss.

- After he pulled away, he said, “You know, I was halfway through your proposal song. But I might as well finish it so I can sing it to you at the next concert.”

- “You wrote a song for me?” You asked.

- “Of course I did,” he said while hugging you happily. “Who do you think I am?”

Sebastian

- Sebastian never planned on getting married.

- It wasn’t really on his mind that much. He was so determined to get out of the small town first, away from the countryside.

- But after meeting you, he starts thinking about it. A lot.

- To the point where sometimes he’ll half jokingly bring up liking the countryside more because of a “certain person”, and imagining his life with you and him still in the town.

- He starts to think about his life with you a lot.

- How things would be if he moved in with you, how his life would look if he married you, or even had a family with you.

- Over time he realized he really wanted to do that.

- To the point where he couldn’t stop thinking about it. You were on his mind 24/7, and imagining you getting married to him felt like it could be a reality now.

- Now the problem was where he’d propose to you.

- He could do it maybe on the cliffside where he goes to look out at the city. But that could be weird, considering he used to go there to get away from the town. Now, he wants to stay in it.

- Maybe by the beach, but he only really goes there when it’s raining.

- The Mountain Lake isn’t anything necessarily special for the two of you.

- The whole time he was rack his brain trying to figure out where he’d propose to you. It started getting on his nerves, tbh.

- But the funny thing is…

- …that you end up proposing when you two are relaxing at the farmhouse, watching a movie together.

- “Hey, so I was walking around the beach the other day,” you began.

- “When it was raining?” He asked. “I would’ve gone with you.”

- You smile and shake your head.

- “Yeah, you could’ve. I ended up seeing a frog by the river on my way back.”

- “Lucky,” he said while grabbing some popcorn.

- “But I wanted to go to the beach, for this…”

- You slowly pull out a mermaid’s pendant, carefully holding it out towards him.

- He glanced at it, then looked back at the movie. Then did a double take.

- He immediately paused the movie and turned his body towards you, carefully admiring the pendant.

- “I know this isn’t the most romantic place,” you began. “But I really think you’re something special, Seb. And I really wanted to ask… will you marry me?”

- He couldn’t help but crack a smile, holding out his hands and admiring the pendant in its full beauty.

- “Of course I will, how can I say no to that?”

- He leans in and kisses you gently, as if his words didn’t already tell you enough.

- Sure, it could’ve been done in a more romantic way. But I don’t think Sebastian really needs that.

- He’s honestly just glad you’re here for the ride. With him.

Harvey

- So remember when I said Sam would be nervous about it?

- Harvey’s like, 10 times worse.

- He HAS to get this right, in his head.

- It’s not like he’ll think you’ll dump him if he doesn’t. Even though the thought has crossed his mind once or twice.

- He just thinks you deserve the world. Poor guy barely thinks he’s good enough to be with you, but you’ve comforted him enough to let him know he’s more than enough <3

- With that being said, he’d want to propose doing something out of his comfort zone.

- Kinda like when he took you on a date to the hot air balloon. But even bigger.

- Maybe he’ll take you to a Ferris wheel, or take you somewhere to watch fireworks.

- Or both??

- Harvey never really liked Ferris wheels. But, he was determined to go on it. To give you an amazing view, and amazing memory, and an amazing time.

- Besides, he’s gone on a hot air balloon, right? He’ll be fine.

- So he brought up the mermaid pendant that night with you in hand, planning on proposing once you two hit the highest point.

- …But he didn’t really consider how scared he’d be in the moment.

- Right when the Ferris wheel began moving, his knees locked in place and he kept closing his eyes to stop himself from looking down.

- As you two got further up, you soothed his mind by holding him, giving him soft kisses, and comforting him with words.

- “I’m sorry,” Harvey sighed. “I wanted to make this romantic for you.”

- “We still can,” you say as you start rummaging through your pocket.

- Harvey could feel his face heat up when he sees you pull out a mermaid’s pendant.

- “I wanted to do this when you were more comfortable,” you began. “But I can’t wait any longer.”

- He’s smiling a lot, and nods his head.

- “Yes, of course I’ll marry you,” he manages to say, before pulling you in for a kiss.

- Now can you imagine kissing Harvey while the Ferris wheel hits the highest point, fireworks going off in the background as the rest of the world around you two disappears?

- Stop it, you guys are literally so cute.

Alex

- I’m ngl, I think Alex would definitely want to make his proposal very public.

- He loves you, and he wants everyone to know just how much he does.

- So maybe he’d propose in the Saloon on a Friday night, when he knows everyone will be around.

- Or he’d propose at a gridball game during half time, the cameras glued to the two of you as he told the whole world just how much in love he was with you.

- Either way, he had everything set up. He settled on the saloon so you would be more comfortable.

- He might want to show you off but he also wants to make sure you feel okay first.

- He wanted to ease into his plan. Maybe take you to the beach when the sun’s setting before walking over to the saloon.

- It was so cute, he had this whole thing planned where he wanted Gus to play the violin, like your very first date.

- However when you two got to the beach, you ended up being one step ahead of him.

- Walking over to the beach, he noticed a something drawn in the sand.

- At first he thought it was one of Jas’ or Vincent’s drawings. But walking closer to it, he noticed there was a huge heart with words in the middle.

- “Will you marry me?”

- He was stunned, to say the least.

- I honestly don’t know whether or not he’d slowly turn around to face you, or whip his head as fast as he could towards you lol.

- Either way, he sees you pull out the mermaid pendant from your pocket or backpack while smiling sheepishly.

- “I tried to make it as romantic as possible…” you said.

- He laughs while nodding his head.

- He’d be a fool to not accept.

Shane

- I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t really know how Shane would approach marriage.

- I know if he were to consider it, it’d definitely be because you’ve changed him for the better.

- I just really don’t think he’d know how to go about it.

- He’s never really been the romantic type, has never really thought about dates or serious commitments like that.

- Hell, before he met you, he barely thought he was gonna make it to tomorrow, let alone plan out how he was gonna propose to you.

- But he knew he had to change. Not only for you, though, dating you made him feel like he actually wanted to plan out his future.

- He knew he had to change for him, to make him happy.

- So he got to work.

- Sometimes he’d say he was going to the saloon for Joja Cola or to play Prairie King, when really he was going to ask advice on how to ask you to marry him.

- Obviously Gus was all for it.

- I think Pam was too wasted to care.

- I think Shane would settle on trying to propose to you at the saloon. Gus wanted to support Shane in any way possible, and Shane, surprisingly a romantic, wanted everyone to know how devoted he was to you.

- Unfortunately for him, he didn’t exactly know how to get a pendant.

- Don’t get him wrong, he’s heard stories and tales about it “magically appearing when the time is right.”

- But he wanted it right now, man was impatient af.

- For now, he was just going to accept your offer to go to the movies, and figure out how to get the pendant for you later.

- Jojamart had been long gone since you came, and truthfully? He was happy it was gone.

- Before it was a mixed feeling of not occupying any of his time anymore. But that time was spent with you instead.

- Anyways, two you walked to the movie theater together hand in hand. The fresh smell of popcorn hit the two of you when you entered.

- “Let’s watch It Howls in the Rain,” you suggested.

- You got him his favorite snack and practically ran to the movie room, confusing Shane but ultimately giving him something to chuckle about.

- The whole time watching it, he was reminded of how much he loved you.

- Everytime you tensed up when you got scared, when you held onto him close when a scary scene came up.

- Everything just felt right.

- “Hey Shane?”

- The movie had just ended, and people were starting to leave.

- “Yeah?”

- “I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now,” you say, beginning to slip your hand into your pocket. “Close your eyes.”

- “But it’s dark here anyways-”

- “Just do it.”

- He listens carefully as you pull out something, holding his hand out when you’re ready. You close his hand around something small. Something skinny, with a little point at the end. And a string. It almost felt like a…

- He opened his eyes to see the mermaid’s pendant in his hands, and looked over at you.

- “Where did you-”

- “Don’t worry about it,” you said with a grin. “Will you marry me?”

- He looks down at the pendant again, a grin beginning to form on his face.

- “I’d be stupid if I didn’t say yes.”

Elliot

- I’m sure Elliot’s a die hard romantic, he’s gonna want to make sure everything goes right

- I mean, he always imagined a romantic relationship would be as amazing as it is in the books.

- But as cheesy as this sounds, his romantic relationship with you blew those expectations out the park.

- He truly felt loved by you, and every moment he spent with you was nothing less than a dream come true.

- So he planned it all out. Even got the mermaid pendant somehow, from some weird guy on the beach in the rain.

- You two went to the library together later that evening, and he was constantly recommending this romantic fantasy novel to you.

- He was going to plant the pendant at the end of chapter one, and once you got to it, he would get on one knee and ask the question.

- It sounded like an awfully romantic plan, to him anyways.

- However, he was so absorbed in his plan that he didn’t even notice you slipping your mermaid pendent into his pocket in the morning.

- By the time you two got to the library, he began to take out his wallet when he felt something small poke his finger.

- “What is this?” He asked before pulling it out.

- Ngl, at first he was petrified. Poor guy thought he forgot to put the pendant in the book.

- But after you explained to him how much you wanted to marry him, he realize you two were planning on proposing on the same day.

- He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, which did make you a little insecure at first.

- “No,” he said, immediately sending your uncomfortableness. “I mean…”

- He grabbed the book he wanted you to read and pulled out his mermaid’s pendant. He smiled at you as you pieced together the puzzle.

- “Really?” You asked in disbelief, a smile creeping onto your face.

- “I say we both wear one,” he says while taking yours in his hand.

- He puts the necklace over his neck and puts the necklace he gave you over yours.

- He smiled looking at you, now wearing the pendant with pride.

- “We really do think alike, my love.”

#stardew valley #stardew valley bachelors #stardew headcanon #sdv sam #stardew #sdv alex #sdv harvey #sdv shane #sdv sebastian #stardew valley headcanons #sdv elliot #first draft done #i’m tired

[manic-pixi-dreamworld]

✨night check✨

8:09pm EST

So I finished my book. And in my opinion it ended kinda abruptly…still good but yeah idk I still recommend it: ‘girl abroad’ by Elle Kennedy

I also played the sims3 for about an hour is think. Now that my lease on Reggie is paused I have a lot more free time-idk what to do with myself…maybe I’ll start going back to the gym in the mornings before work hopefully i don’t get tendinitis in my foot again.

30 days until my vacation!!!! I can’t wait to be in Scotland/england it’s been too long (5 months lol)

Off to turn the AC back on and head to bed

Love you

Remember

You are loved

You are wanted

Take your meds

Drink your water

Be kind to yourself

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[predalien]

I got you covered. 👍 (I almost didn’t catch this as it came from my main blog—so, just a reminder, please send yautja related asks over here.)

I got a little carried away with this one, especially the pup part. So sorry! 😩

Thicc s/o version

Yautja with a leaner/petite S/O headcanons

Now, this is how you impress a yautja. I mean, let’s face it, no matter how big of a human you are, a yautja will always be stronger, and most definitely bigger than you. So a leaner or more petite S/O will most likely catch a yautja’s attention under the circumstances of you being able to fight off larger enemies and protecting yourself.

They won’t necessarily try to fight or spar with you as much, but they’ll probably throw you around and manhandle you a little bit. I’m sorry, lol. You’re just so light, to them at least. How could they not play a game of football with you as the ball? Of course they won’t be super aggressive with you, they’re aware you’re smaller and therefore you could possibly break easier. But it’s still find to them to throw you up in the air and watch you yell in annoyance at them. 🤷‍♀️

If you’re a solider, hunter, or warrior of some type already, they’ll send you into the small spaces and crevices they couldn’t reach. Just because they couldn’t catch that that tiny alien warthog that burrowed itself in the small crevices of a cave doesn’t mean that you can’t catch it, right? That’s right ooman, just chase it out and I’ll spear it! (They’re missing a tooth to add to their necklace.)

If you’re more on the petite and smaller side, the amount time you may be referred to as ‘pup’ or a ‘juvenile’ by older and large yautja, especially matriarchs, will start to get annoying. Even though you’re a fully grown human adult. It’s especially prevalent if you’re the mate or associate yourself with younger yautja. To them, you’re just an inexperienced juvenile who still needs to grow… BUT! This is where you can prove them wrong, and really get that respect that you deserve. 👀

Just imagine the shocked faces and flared mandibles you’ll receive when one of your mate’s teammates tried to poke and mess with you a little more than you’d like—only to get rabid badgered in the face by a, example, tiny little ooman with a pension for violence. Well, I warned you, didn’t pick them for no reason. That’s just what your mate is thinking, lol.

Now, if you’re more on the lean muscle, athletic, etc. kind of side? You’ll probably be treated similarly to your larger bodied counterparts, especially if you have visible lean muscle as compared to bulk muscle. It’s a clear sign of strength to them for the most part, even if you aren’t really a warrior or hunter of some sort. And to yautja? Strength and honor are some of the most valuable things you can possess, regardless of species. If you’re (a) worthy (opponent), then you’re (a) worthy (opponent).

You’re a pup playground, by the way. If you’ve been assigned to care and watch for the pups in the clan, you best believe those pups will drag you down with them. Whether you like it or not. You’re like, basically their size, right? Even though you could probably drop kick one with a hard enough kick?… You’ll get head-butted and pounced on from all angles, for sure. You may find it annoying as hell at first, but by time everyone is worn out and you’re in the center of the cuddle pile surrounded by actual purring pups and juveniles, you’ll start to think it’s not as bad as you thought. It’s kind of cute, really. Until they wake up again… Oh boy, at least their mothers are finally here. 😂

#predator #predator x reader #predator x human #yautja #yautja x reader #yautja x human #yautja pups #my work #my posts

[jenthebug]

Husband is off work today, taking FMLA because he’s so stressed out about my surgery.

He’s worried something is going to go wrong.

I’m working my ass off because I’m so stressed out about my surgery.

I know that something going wrong is a possibility, but I’m more worried about things going as planned. No matter what, it’s gonna suck. I will be in pain, uncomfortable, a burden, depressed (post-anesthesia does that), and anxious (pain does that).

I just packed up six servings of chicken tortilla soup for the freezer though, that’s pretty cool. Less work for the guys. Obviously less work for me because I’m not doing shit after surgery! 😅

I worry that they won’t keep up on the house. I’ve been burned before (not by them). So I’m cleaning as well as I can this week, all they’ll have to do is my usual “pick up and wipe down” of each room that only takes like 20 minutes.

If something goes wrong, I’ll be in the hospital, probably unconscious. Possibly dead. Then I really wouldn’t care lol. But if everything goes right, it’s up to me to recover as well as I can so I can…do it all over again for the reconstruction.

(Read more for more graphic worries, or don’t. My Read Mores are always optional.)

There’s also the visceral ick and body horror of what exactly is going to happen. Dr. Oncology Surgeon is going to cut my breasts off. Like carving a turkey.

Dr. Plastics is going to stick plastic expanders under the skin, then fill them with saline every two weeks to stretch my skin so it can hold fat from my belly to make two new pseudo-breasts. Imagining that and the reconstruction too hard makes me woozy.

They’re also taking my port, which most cancer patients are happy about because it means they’re “done” with cancer, but I’m grieving. My port saves me so much time and pain. Trying to hit these veins is like trying to thread a needle with twine. I usually get stuck 2-3 times for lab work where they can use a butterfly needle, 4-5 times for an actual IV start. It sucks and it hurts.

It is downright rude that I can’t have weed right now. Or alcohol, I’d settle for getting roaring drunk right now.

I’m gonna have drains coming from my wounds. *GROSS* I’m nervous about taking care of them.

Anyway, I think I need to watch Document 72 Hours now.

#insertcaffeine breast surgery #anxiety

[obsessivebisexual4tevan]

ok so your blog totally has me thinking of the chaotic power of buck and alex meeting while tommy and henry have to ensure their dumbass boyfriends don’t destroy something.

you know tommy and henry would be smitten and totally in love but they got to keep it together because someone has to have a brain cell in this friend group.

they would get roped into the shenanigans by buck and alex though and everyone around them would be stunted at the fact that there is two disaster bisexuals.

the super six and 118 meeting would just be unreal and could you imagine the interactions?

anyways I’ll be off in my own delusional world where this is a reality.

Oh I love this idea!

I have so many ideas that work with these four and so little time to write. But I hope to make it happen (as soon as I get the opportunity to read the book, I might need to make this AU happen).

Alex and Henry are both fascinated with Buck and Tommy's jobs as firefighters. They have so many questions and want all the stories. They find news clips of some of the rescues and taunt Buck and Tommy about some of them (think Buck tackling the baby napper+ Tommy and the rooster type calls).

Buck and Alex would not only "torment" Tommy and Henry (lovingly), but they would drive the 118 crazy.

The four of them at a pride parade where Henren are introduced would be total chaos... maybe I should add Tarlos, too. Just imagine the 8 of them all in one place. They might need Athena on standby, haha.

Eddie and Alex meet, and suddenly, it's a game of "who is the best Diaz" and "you have to choose a favorite" (blame it on the alcohol they consumed on this outing).

Tommy and Henry's text exchange is full of "how do you tame your bisexual disaster because my normal methods are not working right now" type commentary and questions.

Buck and Alex brainstorm new ways to be a menace to their boyfriends, encouraging each other to dumb things.

Not to mention the chaos that would be that group chat. I could see both Buck and Alex playing the " my boyfriend said he didn't love me anymore because..." and it's over something silly like Tommy or Henry doesnt want to listen to that song for the 800th time.

I need my library hold to be available so I can read this book and start this chaos, lol.

#red white and royal blue movie #911 abc #tommy kinard #evan buckley #tevan #alex claremont diaz #henry hanover stuart fox #alex x henry #the chaotic bisexual disaster Buck and Alex are #Tommy and Henry might stay sane #AU in the making

[secondtechnicianrimmer]

Space Corp. Directive #1215225

For some ungodly reason, you fancy the second technician, but you'd be damned if you ever admitted it.

Pairing: Arnold Rimmer × (F) Reader

Warnings: Smut, baby!

Author’s Note: ohhh lads, this was just meant to be a quick thing cos i was horny but then everyone was so nice and now it’s 16 chapters and i've watched RD from start to finish lol basically, i love you all. thank you so much for reading this silly story and for taking the time to let me know you liked it. all your comments have meant the world to me and i really hope you enjoyed the story. i have other works on my other blog (spreadyovrwings) that are unrelated but still fun lol so check those out if you like. thanks again lads i love you all :’)

Chapter Sixteen: Honey Moon

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“You’re sure this is right?”

“Lefty, which one of us is holding the manual, and which one of us took four goes to get her driving licence?”

Flinging out your hand, you leaned over in your seat and attempted to smack his knee, but Rimmer was in soft light mode and you ended up hitting the arm of his chair instead.

“Oh, very mature.”

“It was only three goes,” you muttered, shaking out of your smarting fingers. “And it would’ve been two but my instructor was a sexist arsehole. I just- See! There it goes again! I don’t like the sound the engine is making.”

“You just need to go up a gear.”

“Now you’re making things up.”

Rimmer laughed.

“You’re right, I am. You’re doing absolutely marvellous, darling. Don’t worry. This ship is just old and set in its ways.”

It was the first time you’d been alone together in weeks, perhaps even months. Still cooped up inside Starbug, it wasn’t often you had any time for yourselves. Even Starbug’s surprisingly roomy interior wasn’t enough to get away from Kryten’s fussing, Cat’s ribbing, and Lister’s god awful guitar.

At the first mention of a lads holiday on a tropical moon, you leapt at the idea. The boys would spend all the time they liked sunning, swimming, snoring, whatever, it didn’t matter, and you and Rimmer could take Starbug for a spin around the solar system. How this had turned into Rimmer walking you through the Starbug driving course, you had no idea, but it was just nice to spend time together.

“Are your hands at ten and two?”

“Yes.”

“Mmm, that looks more like eight and three to me.”

“My hands are fine, Arn.”

“I’ll have to deduct a point.”

Turning your head, you shot him a weary look as he scribbled down a note in his pad.

“Are you really-”

“Well, I can’t give you a pass if you haven’t earned it, Lefty.”

“Then what’s the point of sleeping with my instructor?”

At that, Rimmer’s pen slipped off the side of the page. His cheeks went a funny colour, and there, just at the corner of his mouth, you could see you’d made him smile. Rimmer had always been too soft on you, you should’ve realised sooner he was just as much a goner as you were.

“You’re doing wonderfully,” he said, shooting you a rare earnest smile, just to make sure you knew he was only teasing you. “You’re already far better than Lister.”

“Well, that’s not exactly saying much, but I’ll take it.”

You let him walk you through a few manoeuvres, skirting round moons and parking between asteroids, until finally, you’d had enough. When you asked Rimmer to finally teach you how to drive the little ship, you didn’t think he’d take it quite so seriously, and if you didn’t have much time together, you wanted to make the most of it.

“Now, that’s definitely not in the manual…” Rimmer began as you got out of the seat usually occupied by Cat and stood beside him.

“Well,” You placed a hand on the back of his chair and pushed until there was enough room for you to scoot between him and the steering console. “I can see better from here. Hard light, please.”

You never had to ask more than once, Rimmer was only too happy to feel you.

You blinked, and his red jacket shimmered away, only to be replaced by the sapphire blue you’d come to love.

Rimmer’s eyes never left your face as you settled down in his lap, your hands at ten and two on the controls, just as he’d asked.

“Mm, yes,” You shot a grin over your shoulder. “This is much better.”

Rimmer didn’t respond, his mind was elsewhere. He let out a long slow breath as his hands slipped round your thighs, his chest against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Is this okay?” you asked softly.

It was fun to play around, but if it was too much, you would move away without a second’s hesitation. But Rimmer just nodded his head slightly, then pressed his face into your shoulder with a soft groan.

You’d asked him a thousand times to describe how it felt, the difference between soft and hard light. Rimmer had patiently tried to explain but there didn’t seem enough words.

Sometimes, he said, he’d gotten so used to the numbness of soft light that to suddenly be completely and totally aware of everything was overwhelming, and to be touched was often jarring after so long without it. But then there were times when the warmth of another person, the touch of your hands, even just being able to feel your voice against his skin as you murmured sweet nothings to him, it was like waking from a long sleep, like walking through the first patch of warm sunlight after a harsh winter.

You felt him exhale, still a novel sensation, but magical. Warmth spread across your skin through your clothes, then you felt him press his lips against your right shoulder blade.

Rimmer’s hands slipped from their place on your thighs, one coming up to flatten against your stomach, the other falling, following the curve of your thigh until his long fingers had parted your legs and pressed into the soft flesh there.

“You’re distracting me…”

Any attempt at sounding authoritative or stern, even as a joke, was lost as soon as Rimmer kissed his way, open-mouthed and needy, from your shoulder, up to your neck.

“Oh, am I?”

His voice was rich and sonorous against your skin, then the hand on your thigh tightened.

With a soft sigh, you let yourself lean into him as Rimmer mouthed at your neck. Your grip on the steering console slipped as your eyes began to close, and suddenly, you couldn’t remember for the life of you what you’d been doing before he started touching you.

You half turned in your seat, one hand leaving the console to rest on his broad shoulder.

“Eyes on the road,” Rimmer said weakly.

You hummed, pretending to consider it.

“I’d rather look at you.”

Rimmer’s eyes were dark as you turned around in his lap. Readjusting your position was difficult with so little room to manoeuvre, and every “accidental” rock of your hips against his made Rimmer’s jaw go slack.

“I’ll have to fail you for this, you know,” he said, but even as the words left his mouth, his hands found your hips, pulling you into him.

“Oh no,” You pouted. “Guess I’ll have to take the test again…”

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his neck, right over where his pulse should’ve been.

“And again…”

You kissed the scar on his jaw, flicking your tongue across it. It made Rimmer fidget beneath you, his fingers tightening on your hips.

“And again…”

Holding his jaw between your fingers, you tilted his chin up and kissed him deeply until you felt Rimmer melt beneath you. He groaned softly as your lips moved with painstaking slowness against his, taking your time, making sure he felt every ounce of your love.

Distracted, he didn’t notice your other hand move down his chest until you’d undone his jacket and slipped your hand inside his shirt, dragging your fingertips across his belly.

Rimmer’s breath caught, his eyes bright.

“Maybe I can make an exception,” he murmured, arching his back up to kiss you again.

You let him, smiling when you felt his hands part ways again, one slipping up your back, the other curving round to squeeze your arse.

He was still getting used to being touched, but he didn’t seem to have a problem when it came to returning the favour. With a methodical approach that warmed your chest, Rimmer had taken painstaking measures to learn every inch of you, until there wasn’t a part of you he hadn’t felt, kissed, or seen. You had a feeling he’d been making notes in his stupid pad, little paragraphs on what you liked, what made you moan softly into his mouth, what made your body react to his.

“Perhaps…”

“Mm?”

You quirked an eyebrow as you found your way back to his neck, finding that spot he seemed to love so much.

Rimmer tilted his chin back, his eyes sliding closed, allowing himself to get lost in the feeling as you turned his chin away, giving yourself more room.

You loved when he was like this, completely malleable in your hands, happy to let you shape him in any way you liked. You thought it might take a while for Rimmer to relax in that way, to trust you and let you have control, but he was all too happy to let you have your way with him.

“If you can show me where the autopilot is,” Rimmer managed to get out, his voice hoarse and low. “I’ll see to it that you pass with flying colours.”

You smiled against his neck. Straightening up, you let go of his jaw and reached back, hitting the right button without even having to look away.

“Autopilot engaged.”

Rimmer laughed, excited and oddly proud.

“Congratulat-”

You cut him off with a hard kiss, tired of talking. Time was all you had aboard Starbug, but very little of it was private. You had to make the most of it when the moment fell into your lap.

Patting along the side of the chair, your hand fell upon the lever that adjusted the seat. You yanked it towards you. Rimmer yelped as he fell back but you quickly kissed him again, reassuring him in no uncertain terms that things would be much more exciting with him horizontal.

“Arms up.”

“W-What?”

“Hands up by your head, Arn.”

When he still didn’t move, you wrapped your hands around his wrists, then lifted them to rest above his head.

“D’you think you can be good and keep them there for me?”

As expected, Rimmer frowned and immediately tried to wrap his hands back around your waist.

“Now, I don’t think-”

You sighed.

Rimmer’s eyes flew wide as you pinned his wrists above his head again, your fingernails digging into his skin.

“I don’t care what you think, Arn. Be a good boy for me and keep your hands up.”

His mouth hanging open, Rimmer looked a picture, but surprisingly, he did as he was told.

Your hand slipped back inside his shirt, smoothing up his stomach until you reached his chest. You thumbed at his nipple, and grinned against his mouth when you felt Rimmer’s jaw clench.

“Oh, you love that, don’t you.”

Pink-cheeked, Rimmer looked like he wanted to argue, so you did it again, rolling his nipple between your fingers until he couldn’t help the soft little gasps that fell from his lips. His hips twitched beneath yours, circling and rocking, his tiny, meek ‘ah ah ah’s making your head spin.

“Oh, dear…” You stopped, looking down at him with feigned disapproval. “Did I say you could move?”

Rimmer, so flustered he looked like he might fall right out of his chair, scoffed and spluttered until he was red in the face.

“You started this and now you’re telling me-”

He broke off with a frustrated groan. Your weight in his lap was all he could think about, his body ached to move against yours. Above his head, Rimmer’s long fingers balled into fists, twisting and shaking, as if it took all his strength to keep them there.

Humming to yourself, you dragged your fingers down his chest to the buckle of his belt. You toyed with it, tugging and pulling but never moving to undo it, and all the while, Rimmer watched you with dark eyes.

“If you move again, I’ll stop. Alright, Arn? Do you understand?”

“But I-“

You let go of his belt. Now the only contact between you was incidental.

“Do you understand, Arnold?”

Begrudgingly, Rimmer nodded.

“Oh, c’mon now, dear,” you leaned over him, speaking so close to his mouth that your lips were a breath from grazing his. “Use your words, I know you can.”

Slowly, Rimmer forced his shoulders to relax. Above his head, his fingers arched and stretched, before curling back into fists.

“I understand,” he said softly, then, hoping to protest how long you were taking without making you stop again, “Just please… Please do something.”

You should’ve told him off for being mouthy, but you had to agree, this was taking far too long. Almost without meaning to, you’d started to roll your hips into his, grinding down against the hard outline of him through his trousers.

“C’mon then, you,” you laughed, unable to help yourself. “Let’s get this off you.”

You tugged at his shirt, practically dragging it over his head. You giggled together when his arms got all stuck and tangled. Not wanting to waste a second, you bent your head and kissed down his chest, dragging your tongue across his stomach with a low moan.

“Bloody h…” Rimmer threw his shirt off frantically, his face flushed, his mouth hanging open. “You want to do this here?”

“Problem? I thought you’d quite like fucking me in Lister’s chair.”

“Well, I would’ve disinfected it first if I’d known.”

“Do you want to…”

“Io, no. Just- I can’t think when you’re…”

You hummed against his chest, your hands kneading his waist, your thighs tense on either side of his.

“Don’t think.” You rolled your hips again, slowly, watching with delight as his eyes rolled back into his head. “Just let me make you feel good, Arn.”

Half delirious, Rimmer nodded and raised his chin, begging for a kiss. You happily obliged.

You’d just gotten your hand down between your bodies, fumbling awkwardly for his zip, when the intercom buzzed.

You sat up, accidentally knocking the seat mechanism with your knee.

Rimmer yelped again as the chair shot back into its default position, forcing him to collide with you.

Winded, you almost fell to the floor. Thankfully, you just about managed to cling onto him, and all the while, the intercom demanded attention.

Muttering and fussing, Rimmer reached over you and jabbed his index finger against the receiver.

“What do you want?”

“Mr. Rimmer?”

“Yes, you- What do you want, Kryten?”

“We’ve finished exploring, sir. Mr. Lister and Mr. Cat are ready to go home. You can come pick us up now.”

Rimmer’s teeth were gritted so firmly, it was a wonder he managed to get the words out.

“I’ll decide when we come pick you up, you cretinous-”

“We’ll be there soon, Krytes,” you gently interrupted, placing your hand over Rimmer’s on the intercom.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Either the boys had filled Kryten in on why you and Rimmer might have been so eager to have the ship to yourselves, or Lister had been standing by when he called up Starbug, because Kryten disappeared fairly quickly after that. If you were and Rimmer were in the same space, close enough to share one mic, figuring out what you were up to wouldn’t take a colossal leap.

The boys found out about you and Rimmer much faster than you anticipated. Embarrassingly, you didn’t even make it a whole day.

You weren’t sure what it was that first clued them in, maybe all the noise you made that night on Legion’s ship, or the dark marks Rimmer had left up and down your neck. Either way, you crumbled pretty quickly. Lister had asked how you liked your room, and after some pretty basic quizzing, it became all too clear that you hadn’t spent the night there.

All that mattered was, they were happy for you.

You took Rimmer’s hand off the intercom and turned it over until you could press a soft kiss to the centre of his palm.

“You need to lighten up.”

Rimmer looked like he was going to argue, and as much as you loved going toe-to-toe with him, you’d much rather make him moan instead.

You pressed your hand over his mouth, tight enough so that he couldn’t get a word out, and slipped your other hand inside his ridiculous velvet trousers.

Rimmer’s voice vibrated, clammy and hot, against the skin of your palm. Then his eyebrows shot up, his eyes wide as you took him in your hand.

Smiling to yourself, you twisted your wrist, finding a comfortable position with enough room to move, and squeezed with just enough force to make Rimmer’s hips jerk, thrusting into your hand.

You moved slowly at first, agonisingly so, running your closed fist up and down his hard cock, just enough friction to make him weak but not enough to get him anywhere.

You felt Rimmer groan against your palm but he made no move to pull your hand away. His big hands hung off your waist, clinging on like it was all he had left. He was completely at your mercy. Well, if he insisted.

“Does that feel good, love?”

You practically purred the words by his ear, picking up speed and giving your wrist a firm twist, making Rimmer whine against your hand.

Your skin was beginning to grow moist from his hot, desperate breaths but you refused to move your hand away, not when Rimmer was looking at you like that, like he was trying to tell you that he was yours and would do anything you asked, like he was giving himself to you completely.

“You’ve been so patient, hm? Waited all day for this?”

You gently bit his earlobe, dragging your teeth over his skin, then bent your head and mouthed at his neck, wet and hot and desperate.

“You gonna cum like this, handsome? In my hand without even taking your trousers off?” You huffed by his ear. “I’ve barely touched you, love, it’s almost too easy. You’re such a needy fucking thing.”

Rimmer’s eyes rolled back, then screwed shut, his moans keening and arching until even your hand clamped over his mouth couldn’t quiet him.

He bucked into your hand, chasing the feeling stretching across his lower belly, huffing and spluttering and shaking as he fucked into your hand, your warning not to move completely forgotten.

You'd forgotten all about it too, you couldn’t care less now. Watching Rimmer come undone underneath you, his nose wrinkled, his brow beaded with sweat, it was everything, it surpassed all else.

You were more than ready to finish him off right there and then, where he’d make a mess of himself and you, but then Rimmer tapped the back of your hand covering his mouth.

Immediately, you removed it, and Rimmer gasped for breath, his chest heaving, his pretty curls falling across his forehead.

“Sorry, you’re so- Wanna be inside you. Can I c- Please.”

“You think you deserve it?”

You bit your lip, embarrassed by your own confidence, astounded at how in control you sounded and how self-assured you felt despite the need welling in the pit of your belly.

It wasn’t the first time you’d taken the lead, it wouldn’t be the last, but the look Rimmer gave you whenever you spoke to him like that, it made your breath catch. It seemed to drive home that he was lucky to even be able to touch you, and you liked reminding him of that.

“No,” He shook his head, smiling. “But I’d like to earn it.”

You grinned, shattering the power dynamic between you.

Rimmer’s eyes never left yours as you sat up and yanked off your trousers. He barely moved until you sank down onto him. You moaned together, half in relief, half in ecstasy.

With time nagging at the back of your mind, you rocked your hips, easing down until he was completely inside you.

Groaning softly, Rimmer’s eyes slid closed.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he whispered, echoing Kryten.

It shouldn't have, but it made you clench around him, your brow scrunching as you forced back a moan. You cut off Rimmer’s soft gasp with a searing kiss, your hands at the back of his head, as his fell to your hips, lifting you up and pulling you back down again, over and over, helping you move, guiding you until you were so breathless, you couldn’t even focus enough to kiss him properly.

You tugged off your shirt, chucking it somewhere over his shoulder. You almost laughed at the excited glint in Rimmer’s eyes.

If he could bleed, you swore he would’ve drawn blood with how hard he was biting down on his lip, trying to keep his head, working hard to keep quiet, but it was no use. He whimpered and sobbed, clutching at your hips and digging his fingertips in, his mouth now hanging open, panting and desperate as you set a harsh pace.

“God, darling, you’re…” Rimmer’s head fell back against his shoulders for a second, his eyes squeezing shut. “You’re so beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”

You realised you were beaming, laughing softly at the sweet compliment, offset by the way he moaned your name immediately after.

You kissed his cheek, his neck, moaning against his skin. He felt so good, you could hardly think. All you could do was grip Rimmer’s broad shoulders tight and hang on for dear life.

“That’s it, love. That’s it- Fuck, Arn, just like that.”

He let out another long, gorgeous, open-mouthed moan, cursing under his breath as he gripped you tight. You picked up the pace again, your brow creased in concentration.

He knew you so well now, knew just how to move with you, where to touch, how to kiss you so that it made you dizzy with desire. There was a lot to say about Rimmer, good and bad, but when he wanted to be good at something, he didn’t give in easily.

Soon enough, your movements grew sloppy and desperate as you both drew closer, groaning into each other’s mouth as you chased your highs.

Your eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging open in pure pleasure as you felt that familiar tension in your abdomen, like a rubber band about to snap.

“Darling, I’m- I…”

“I know, love, I know,” You swore under your breath, your movements losing rhythm. “Me too, me too. I’m so close, Arn, you feel so fucking good. C’mon, handsome, c’mon, c’mon…”

His hands clenched at your hips, squeezing you tight. He seemed to forget his new strength. You didn’t blame him, you were having trouble remembering your own name. Still, it made you suck in a sharp breath. Rimmer noticed immediately, and pressed a soft kiss to your sternum, an apology.

Despite the intense pleasure, you couldn’t help smiling. He was so sweet, when he wanted to be. Then with one more perfectly angled thrust, Rimmer hit that perfect spot inside you. You gripped him tighter.

Rimmer tensed.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna-”

He choked on the word as he felt you tighten around him.

“Cum for me, Arn. That’s it, honey, that’s it. Cum inside me, love, please-”

With a sharp gasp, you felt warmth bloom inside you and your body jolted, moaning wordlessly as Rimmer followed close behind. You collapsed against each other, exhausted and sweaty, but laughing softly.

As you waited for the stars in your vision to clear, you wrapped your arms around Rimmer and pressed your face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in, listening to the shaky in and out of his simulated breaths.

“Missed this,” You heard him murmur, close enough to your ear to make you shiver.

Groaning softly, you pulled away to meet his gaze.

“It’s only been a week.”

“Believe me,” Rimmer’s voice was low and faraway, like he barely had the energy to think, let alone speak. “After my rotten lot in life, once you get something this good, a week can feel like a decade.”

“You’re being dramatic, honey.”

Rimmer groaned, proving you right. He rested his forehead against your chest, breathing in deeply. You could feel his eyelashes brushing your skin. Legion was a psychopath and a lunatic, but you had to thank him. He’d given you a wonderful gift.

“We just never get any time to ourselves,” Rimmer murmured. “I can’t help wishing we were home, or at least back on Red Dwarf. Then we could have our own space, our own lives…”

“For now, I’m just happy to have you, and the boys, and to be alive and healthy. We’ll find something, someday, Arn.”

“A promised land?”

”Something like that. Yeah.”

Slipping your fingers into his soft hair, you grazed your nails across his scalp, massaging him gently, until you felt all his muscles relax again. Rimmer melted into you, and all thoughts of lifting off of him faded away. It was wonderful to be so close, to stay connected, to feel Rimmer all around you, inside you, his lips on your skin, your name in his mouth.

“If we were back on Io,” he said, after a moment or two had passed. “I could find us a house. With a big garden and lots of space.”

It sent a spark through your chest, the thought of a future with Arnold. You loved him, he loved you, in any other setting, you supposed you would make plans like that, a home, a garden, holidays and birthdays and family get-togethers. It was enough to know he’d been daydreaming about it all. A life with you. He wanted you forever.

It was almost too much to think about, so you hid your emotion behind a wry smile pressed to his temple.

“You could have a little room for all your toy soldiers.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Rimmer raised his head at last, smiling gently. “I just want to give you a good life.”

Humming softly, you played with his curls, twisting them around your fingers again and again and again.

“Just keep kissing me, that’s all I need for now. Maybe when we get Red Dwarf back, you and me could move to a different part of the ship. We could have a little section that’s just ours.”

“Or we could abandon that lot and have Starbug all to ourselves.”

“Hmm, tempting.”

There was a look in Rimmer’s eyes that told you he was only joking, but would absolutely be up for it if you were. Sorry to disappoint him but not that sorry, you kissed him sweetly, then called out to the ship’s computer.

“Holly, plot a course for that moon, please. And then close your eyes, you won’t wanna watch what happens next.”

“Why?” Holly’s voice rang out through the ship. “What’s going to happen next?”

You looked down at Rimmer. He looked equally confused, but when you reached back and undid your bra, his expression quickly softened.

Slowly, carefully, you raised yourself up, as Rimmer hissed by your ear, his fingers squeezing your hips, then you found the chair lever again. You wrapped your fingers around it and pulled, tipping Rimmer onto his back again.

“Arnold and I are going to play chess. Aren’t we, dear?”

Arnie grinned up at you, happy for the first time since his death, to be alive.

The End.

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[why-the-heck-not]

procrastination is an almighty force. ”just going to go for a quick chill run before starting to study to re-energize a bit” vs. 2h & 14km later back at my apartment and everything hurts, just bc I didn’t want to start to study

#also like it’s clear by the distance but I walked like 60% of that time bc honestly am not fit and cant grasp the idea of being able to run #more than 10 mins continously #it was the first outside run since october bc for once it was neither too cold nor purely ice roads #so like I _should have_ been chill with it bc like haven’t run for so long (some on the treadmill but very short times bc boring) #but am now back at my apartment and I have a mew procrastination objective: reeaal long stretch (bc everything hurts) shower & dinner #but then I think I’ll have to start lol #2024 #february 2024