#sad baby boy hours OOPS

[twistedappletree]

Made myself sad thinking about how fast Jin Ling runs to Jiang Cheng’s side if he even suspects he’s been hurt because he’s lost everyone in his family, everyone who cared about him and was supposed to watch him grow up and all he has left is his jiujiu and he can’t lose anyone else, he just can’t

#going to throw myself in the trash rn don’t worry #aHAHAHA #🙂🙃🙂🙃 #mdzs #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #jin ling #jiang cheng #jin ling and his jiujiu #sad baby boy hours OOPS #i actually would’ve obliterated the earth if he lost JC in canon #or if JC lost him #it’s bad enough JL was originally supposed to die and become a fierce corpse liKE #LEAVE THEM ALONE #GSAHGDYJHFJLH #apple babble 🍎 #the only consolation is that jin ling has the other juniors now #it makes me so happy he has friends and that they love him and he loves THEM #even if he won’t admit it lmao #also im aware he still has uncles everywhere in the damn world lmFAO #I mean the family he was around the most and had the biggest roles in his childhood/life

[yelenasdog]

vibrant, saccharine, his ☼ (fwb!mat barzal x fwb!fem reader) 

genre: filthy smut, fluff, angst with happy ending

summary: pretending is getting harder, for both of them. and after a hard roadie, mat’s not sure if he wants to pretend anymore.

words: 8.7k (WOAH)

warnings: cursing, excessive use of parentheses, friends with benefits arrangement, smut, unprotected piv, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, blood (reader bit lip too hard oops!), pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty boy), reader is described as having sisters and a dog, food mention, idiots to lovers, misunderstood situation, reader uses she/her pronouns, and i think that’s it.

a/n: when i started this, i originally was just writing a blurb and then it turned into a full ass fic with a plot?? and fwb??? idk man, im nervy to post this since ive never published for nhlers before but oh whale! and ty to @eminems-skittles for reading this for me and checking it over 🤍 love u

“You played so good, baby.” She breathed, welcoming him home with open arms.

“Not good enough, apparently.” He responded, letting her fingers card through his raven locks. Soft, freshly cut. She loved when he grew it out, but yet again it was him, so anything worked.

She sighed, letting her thumb fall to his cheekbone, knowing what he was referring to. It had been the last stop of the road trip, he’d had a hatty and despite making it to OT, it wasn’t enough in the shootout.

He’d had to wait an entire flight and car ride afterwards to see her, only giving her a brief text when he got off the ice (“We lost. Had a hatty. Fucking Toronto.”) (like she hadn’t stayed up to watch the game) and another when he landed.

And after so long of whatever the two of them had going on, she’d known better than to try to send him some long and winded attempt at a pick me up message. She settled for just responding “I’ll be here.” She didn’t need to say it though, he knew she’d be there.

She always was.

To anyone else it would’ve been sad, how she waited up for him, late nights spent lonely with just her and her dog, as he jetted around North America. In her mind, he was no doubt giving himself away to whatever random puck bunny threw herself his way.

Despite this, she was loyal, even though she had her suspicions about what he did when they were apart. And frankly, it wasn’t a part of the “deal” that they had to be exclusive, and it was none of her business. But truthfully, after so long, she couldn’t count on some washed up juniors player to give her even a fraction of the satisfaction he had.

So, she did this whole routine, whatever this was. She stayed up late watching his games, sitting on her couch in his sweatshirt he left. She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but whenever she wore it, she liked to pretend.

Pretend that she was an obedient girlfriend wearing her loving boyfriends sweater. That as she sat curled up waiting on the corner of the beat up black sofa, 3 coffees in at approximately 1:37 am, she would be rewarded for her efforts come morning time.

That her and said loving boyfriend would lounge around together in bed (after he woke her up in the best way he knew how, showing her how grateful he was. Like I said, she loved when his hair was long enough to tug on, and even though she endlessly made fun of his patchy stubble, she couldn’t deny how delicious it felt burning between her thighs. Especially after they’d spent so long apart.) Then they’d go and grab late brunch, holding hands under the table as they sipped mimosas, which were Mat’s guilty pleasure only her and the waiter knew about, before heading home.

Maybe then they’d FaceTime his mom back in Coquitlam, an early riser with the 3 hour time difference. Mat had felt bad interrupting her morning routine, but she’d never pass up an opportunity to talk to her boy and the girl who she hoped was her future daughter in law.

After they got off the phone, she’d tell him how much she loved his mom, how her cheeks hurt from smiling so much. He’d tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, watching as she leaned into his touch.

“Missed you, Mat.” She’d say, closing her eyes.

“I missed you more.” He’d respond, his voice nearly a whisper. Her eyes would flutter open, and he’d recognize the look in them immediately. He felt his blood rush, and suddenly their proximity, which he’d never get used to, was very obvious.

“Oh yeah?” She asked. “I doubt that.”

He swallowed, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. Her eyes hungrily swept over them, wanting nothing more than to lean forward and capture them with her own.

But patience is a virtue, she supposed.

“Want me to prove it, pretty boy?”

Words failed him, and all he could do was nod. He relaxed into the sofa, watching as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hands were on either thigh as he fought the urge to lay his tired head back onto the beat up pleather behind him. It had been too long, he thought. And he’d be damned if he was going to miss out on seeing her do what he’d only imagined in the shower, or over the phone for the past 16 days.

She reached her hands up from the muscle of his thigh up to his tummy, her cold hands shocking him as she reached under his sweatshirt- the same one she’d been wearing before.

Her hands drifted, down, down, down, to the waistband of those damn Lululemon shorts she’d got him for Christmas. He held his breath, watching as they danced around where he needed her most and then-

The doorknob turns, and she’s brought back to reality. Sleep had almost claimed her, iced coffee left abandoned on the coffee table, a ring of condensation already drying on the glass. She attempts to smooth out her hair, hoping that her brief almost-nap hadn’t left her too disheveled.

Not that he’d care.

She stood to greet him as he opened the door, hockey bag, and garment bag, and duffle bag, and backpack, and- God, did he really need all that- and suitcase, dropped unceremoniously as he entered the threshold. He kicked the huge bag to the side, and it landed right under where her keys and her leash for her old mutt, Warrior, hung from the wall.

Above the leash hung a picture of her and her sisters, with her running shoes on the floor beneath it for easy access. They were nearly squished by the gear, and if it had been anyone else’s shit crushing her 160 dollar sneakers, she’d be angry. But the sight of his bag near her shoes was so weirdly domestic, she could’ve cried.

She, yet again, was snapped out of her fantasy by the closing of the heavy door, watching as the man in front of her shuffled forward, immediately allowing himself to be held by her. His head fell to her shoulder, and rather than the usual clash of teeth and shoving to get to her room, (they never went to never his place after a roadie. He needed to be away from the constant reminders of it all for awhile, just to be surrounded by her) she simply dropped a chaste kiss to his temple, letting her arm drop from his hair to his broad shoulders, squeezing once, twice, three times, on either one.

He stood up, and she led him to her room, though he knew the way well enough. Her hand in his felt nice, comforting, even, and he wasn’t going to complain. In the beginning of the arrangement the two of them had, touches like that had been normal. But as time went on, the barely there brushes and gentle caresses stopped all together.

He wanted to say something, wanted to ask her what was wrong, if it was something he did. But when he was off the ice, Mathew Barzal was not a man who liked to push his luck. So he didn’t. He let the touches slip away, and took what he could get from her.

Which right now, was toeing off his shoes, and crawling onto the plush comforter of her bed. It smelled like that sparkly ”fairy dust” shit from Lush he saw sitting on her bathroom counter once, cotton candy and bubblegum infiltrating his senses. That, and her favorite floral perfume he was all too familiar with on her pillow. A combination of scents he usually would find too much, sickly-sweet. But it was her, and that alone made it the most soothing aroma he’d ever known.

Initially when he’d gotten off the ice, the adrenaline had been pumping, and his anger had been rampant. All he’d wanted was to get home to her, have his way with her. To have an outcome he could control.

He’d kept himself relatively calm in the locker room, not having any outbursts towards Ilya, or anyone for that matter. If any of the guys had noticed he was uncharacteristically quiet, they didn’t say anything.

That is, until the bus ride to the airport.

He had been typing out his text to her, (Hatty, lost in OT, Toronto, you know the one), when he had felt a pair of peering eyes. Sitting in the back of the bus, he’d thought he’d done well to avoid such glances, but apparently not.

“Y’know, you shouldn’t be sulking so much.” A certain French-Canadian spoke, the brunette man’s tired eyes lingering over Mat’s hunched over form.

If there was one thing he didn’t need right now, it was more pep talks from Tito. He’d had more than his fill in the locker room. And though he loved the guy, he didn’t need to be told again how he “did everything right” and had a ”killer game”.

Because he knows, and that’s partly why he’s so mad.

Partly. As the other part is the fact that he wants more than anything to come back to NY to her arms. He was exhausted at this point, and rather than having his way with her, he now just wanted to be welcomed home into those ridiculously cozy sheets. He wanted her to light up all those overpriced candles she loved so much from Bath and Bodyworks, and for Warrior to snuggle up by him, stinky dog breath be damned. He wanted her to turn on ”Miracle” in the back as white noise, and laugh as she repeated all the lines from memory. (He may be Canadian, but he can appreciate a heart warming story told by Kurt Russell when he sees one.)

More than anything, though, he wanted her. And not just for an hour or two before he inevitably dragged himself out of those silky sheets that felt heavenly on his back, leaving her sleeping beside him. She looked peaceful in those moments, and he often wondered what she dreamt of. If she was dreaming of him as he did of her.

Bottom line was, Mathew was the victim of a series of unfortunate events. And the man to his left could recognize that it wasn’t just the hockey that was bothering him. (Though, that whole situation did suck pretty bad, he’d admit.)

So when Anthony told him he shouldn’t be sulking, he flashed him a tight lipped smile and a nod, before looking out the window at the Toronto sunset. The oranges and pinks were stunning, and more than anything their vibrancy reminded him of her. The smile she’d give him in her post-orgasm glow, or of the orange blossom on the bottle of perfume on her vanity. Beauvillier’s gaze never faltered, though, recognizing the deep train of thought his close friend was experiencing.

The screen of his phone had begun to darken, the draft of his message just barely visible. Tito’s eyes quickly shifted from the screen and back up to Barzy, opening his mouth and pausing momentarily.

“Who’re you texting?”

Mat quickly turned off the device, the “click” sounding out in the quiet bus cabin, most of the Islanders players catching some shut eye or watching that new Game of Thrones spin off.

Personally, Mat didn’t get the appeal.

“Nobody, just… a friend I’m visiting tonight when we get back.”

Anthony’s eyebrows went up, making a face of understanding as he slowly nodded three times.

“A friend, huh?”

Mathew nods, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and letting it go. “Yup.” He adds softly for good measure, popping the p.

“You visiting a friend after a game like that, this late, hm?” Another pause. ”Must be an important friend.”

“Yeah.” His voice is soft again, compassion coming across his features and he thinks of her again.

“Well“, Anthony starts, popping in his earbuds and opening his phone to his Music app. “I’d say whatever’s going on with this friend seems worth talking to her about.”

Mat‘s head snaps up, and he scoffs, shaking his head.

“I didn’t say that it was a she-“

“You didn’t have to, buddy.” Tito winks in the most annoyingly-Tito way, and chuckles to himself. He then lays his head back onto the navy material behind him. Mat “hmph”s to himself, doing the same. He turns his phone back on again, going to the chat between the two of them. The still blinking cursor seems like it’s mocking him as he runs a hand over his face, hitting send.

If there’s gonna be any deep, emotional shit, it can wait until he’s not 2500 miles away.

7 hours later when he finally crashes through her front door, he swears the relief he feels mixed with the sense of dread it all might be over in an hour, gives him whiplash. But nonetheless, she welcomes him in, and she feels like home.

Warrior watches from the couch, his tail lazily wagging as he observes his owner greeting the man who occasionally slips him bacon from his Starbucks sandwich. His old man (old dog?) body doesn’t find the arrival of the hockey player worthy of leaving his nest on the sofa, as to him that’s all Mathew Barzal is. The bringer of bacon.

To Warrior’s owner, though, he was so much more.

The trek to the bedroom felt like it took an eternity, and as he laid on her bed, he couldn’t help but wonder if it would be a bad idea to push his luck for once. Risk ending it all to gain everything.

She laid down next to him, and he shifted, going from laying with his arms crossed under his head, to one next to her head, the other keeping him stable from his position on top of her.

Her hand crept up to push an unruly lock out of his eyes, and she leaned forward, and he met her halfway. They paused briefly, taking each other in after so long, before finally closing to distance.

He tasted warm, like cinnamon and something she couldn’t place, and she wondered if at the airport he’d gotten one of those pretzels she knew he liked so much. To compliment his psychopath reminiscent black coffee, of course.

His hand went from where it had been cradling her face down to rest on her hip. The soft touch elicited a whimper, and at that he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers.

She recognized that something was off, swimming around in that pretty little head of his. A small frown etched its way onto her face, and she lifted his chin up so he had no choice but to look at her.

“What’s wrong, Mat?”

He took in a shaky breath, looking over to his left, where the TV was on some random wallpaper, a sunset, he realizes. He scoffs, looking back at her.

“Can you just- can we- can I- fuck.” He mutters, slowly falling down so his body weight is nearly on top of her.

“Can you just… hold me?”

She swears she’s never heard him sound so broken.

“Yeah, baby, ’course. C’mere.” She replies softly, allowing him to fully rest on her. It was a miracle that he didn’t fully break down right there, at the feeling of her fingertips dancing over his skin, under his pushed up shirt. His nose was cold against her neck as he dragged it up against her to come to her cheek, pressing a kiss there. His eyes never opened, afraid that if they did, it would all just be another elaborate fantasy he’d created to pass the time.

“Is this a good idea?” Came her voice, cutting through the silence.

He sniffles. “What do you mean?”

“This. Us.” She says, not able to meet his gaze where he’s lifted his head.

“We’re going to get hurt. More than we already have.”

Oh. Oh, fuck this was happening right now. Mat sat up, feeling like a scared teenage boy. Damn you and the way you read people, Beauvillier. Maybe this would’ve been easier from 2500 miles away.

“We don’t have to.”

“What other option do we have?” She said, sounding defeated, like she already knows her answer and she doesn’t like it. “I-I can’t keep doing this no strings attached shit. Not when you do this. Not when you come here all beat up like some sad puppy.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. And he was.

“Don’t be. I should’ve known this would happen.” Her voice was soft, her eyes distant.

“That what would happen?” He questioned. She looked at him like he had two heads.

“That you’d leave, Mat. That this whole pretending bullshit wouldn’t be enough for me.”

He leaned forward again, catching her off guard.

“I’m not leaving you. I’d never leave you.”

She looked away briefly, mentally cursing herself for being so emotional as tears began to well up in her eyes. He fell to her side, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“Do you really want this?” She asked, the tears rolling down her face illuminated a hue of pink from the salt lamp on the bedside table. Mathew reached out a hand, dragging his thumb over the droplet. He hated that she was crying, but fuck, she sure looked pretty while doing it.

His answer came without thought, he’d done enough of that on his way over.

“Yes. I want you in every way, if you’ll have me.”

A small smile came onto the corners of her face, and she nodded, shortly at first, but more exaggerated as they started laughing, a small “yeah?” escaping from Mathew. She responded with the same, and he took that as his sign to reach forward, closing the distance between them.

And like all the times before, they fell into their routine, her hands going down to his hips, lifting the gray material of his shirt over his head. He returned the favor, the two of them moving in sync as she lifted her hips and he gently slid off her shorts. He ran his palms along her bare thighs and she shivered at the feeling, a reaction that didn’t go unnoticed by Mathew.

“I missed you, y/n.” He admitted, running a hand through his, now, unruly hair.

Another vibrant smile came across her face, easing whatever nerves Mat had left over from his confession.

“I missed you more, Mathew.”

He shook his head, dipping down to leave sloppy kisses on her neck. Taken aback, she let a shaky breath escape. He pulled back, satisfied with the response he’d pulled from her.

“Not possible.”

In a moment of boldness (and a slight hope to allow a fantasy to come to life) she challenged him.

“Prove it, then.”

His eyes darkened, then, and he surged forward. Her remaining clothes, which was just his sweatshirt and a flimsy cami, were gone in an instant. She was left in just a pair of black undies, Mat nearly cumming on the spot at the sight, like he’s some horny teenager. His apparel soon joined the growing pile on the floor, as she made a remark about how it wasn’t fair he was still so covered.

She shamelessly raked over his naked form, save for the black boxers, with his firm muscles, sore from the roadie, prominent as ever. She might’ve been drooling, she wasn’t sure. He smirked, the effect he had on her not lost to him.

The two began to kiss again, and there was no other way to describe it other than that it just felt right.

Mathew wasted no time, allowing his hand to trail down and cup her clothed heat, his thumb passing over her clit and past her entrance with a feather light touch. She shivered, her hips lifting up to chase the brief sensation. He pulled her panties to the side, teasing her entrance with his middle finger.

It was immediately covered in her slick, as was the black fabric he’d moved aside. It made him groan just from the sensation alone, making her chuckle at his behavior. Her laugh soon was cut off as he sunk the finger in, giving her no time to adjust, not that she needed it with how ready she was for it, before adding another.

His palm just barely grazed her begging clit as he pumped in and out slowly. And as she continued to lift her hips trying to feel him deeper, push his hand closer to her clit, she fully expected him to push her down and put her in her place.

But this whole thing was about showing him how much he missed her, how much he appreciated her. To show her that he was staying. And him staying meant that he’d have plenty of chances in the future to be an insufferable tease, but right now wasn’t one of those times.

“Matty, please-“ it was more of a breathy whine, not intelligible to an untrained ear. But thankfully for her, that wasn’t Mat.

“You want more, baby?” He questioned, knowing the answer. She nodded, hair splayed around her like a halo on the pillow. She was still illuminated from the TV screen and the salt lamp, making her look like an angel of sorts, not of this world.

“Look at me then, sweetheart. Wanna see that I’m makin’ you feel good.”

Her eyes that met his were glazed over and doe like, and it melted Mat’s insides at just one look. He did his best to push down the mushy feeling that arose, before realizing he didn’t have to anymore. He could feel as sickeningly in love as he wanted, no consequences.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. So needy, fuckin’ perfect girl.” He remarked, adding in a third finger. She let out a borderline pornographic cry, and Mat picked up his pace. His gaze only faltered from her face, contorting in pleasure, back to where he was pumping in and out of her, unable to resist the urge to watch in amazement.

Though her legs were flailing, going from propped up to sliding down and spread, rustling the comforter, she somehow had enough mind to reach a hand down. She attempted to run tight circles around her clit, but not before her hand was pinned to her side by the center above her,

“No, baby. Lemme.”

His range of motion was wider and his thrusts harder as he curled his fingers to perfectly hit that spot inside her that made her see stars, fully trailing his hand over her sex. He repeated the action again, and again, and again- and fuck, she didn’t know how long she’d go on like this but she never wanted the feeling to stop.

He felt her tighten around him, and he picked up his pace, knowing she was almost there.

“Mat!” she managed to get out between strangled moans and panting breaths. He leaned down, kissing below her ear on the one spot he knew drives her crazy. She was halfway thinking, well, less than halfway with her state at the moment, that he would cruelly pull his hand away as she reached her peak. So she clamped her thighs together in an attempt to trap him, subconsciously more than not.

It didn’t stop him from grinding his palm against her like he had been, leaning down to capture her lips with his in a searing kiss.

Everything at once was just so much, the obscene sounds coming from both their mouths and her wet heat, the feeling of Mathew’s bare skin on top of her, the feeling of warmth radiating from his body, and oh my God, after so long it’s fucking finally happening-

He felt as her chest seized and she pulled away from the kiss, her head slamming back before falling to the side. She cried out, her orgasm hitting her like nothing had before.

He found her lips in the chaos beneath him, his hand parting her thighs as she went lax, lazily pumping in and out as she rode out her high. Her slick coated the inside of her thighs, and Mat pulled away momentarily and she whined, like the little brat she was allowing herself to be.

He only smirked, leaning down to kiss on her collarbone, letting his tongue sweep over the seemingly shimmering expanse of skin before him. He moved further down, savoring the taste of her, how it felt to be so close to her. No guards up, no shields, no screening involved.

She moved her ring clad hands to run fingers through his locks, that fucking smile coming across her face. He looked up from where his hands were holding either side of her waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh just enough to not make it hurt, but to say “I’m here. I’m not leaving.” His chin rested above her bellybutton, and he felt suddenly seen, bashful almost. He continued his trail down in a half assed attempt to hide his face, her breath hitching when he made it to her mound.

Her breath barely returned to her as he skipped over where she thought he was headed, instead opting to take her right leg over his shoulder, moving down the expanse of it to her ankle. He brought his eyes to meet hers, and a tender hand ran up and down the distance of it. He kissed the inside of her ankle, making his way up to the skin where her thigh met her already aching sex.

He lightly nudged his nose against the area, before attaching his lips. He started sucking on the skin there, licking her clean. Satisfied, he moved to the other side, beginning his good work.

“Mat,” she broke her silence, her voice splintered and low, “don’t tease. Please.”

He raised his eyebrows, seemingly in jest.

“I think we’re a little far gone from teasing, eh?” He asked, and truthfully, one mind blowing orgasm later, they were.

She chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever hotshot.”

“New nickname?” He questioned. “I like it.” He huffed, returning to his place between her legs. “But I fucking love this pussy, baby.”

And with that, he dove in. He immediately groaned at what he had found. (Which, obviously, caused her to tug at that perfect head of hair, eliciting another groan.)

If possible, she had become even wetter with the mix of his spit and her nectarine juices. It dripped down his chin, and he wanted to stay there forever. He’d found solace there, he thought. No Maple Leafs, no Tito, no hatty that meant jackshit in the end.

Just her and her consummate being. Vibrant, saccharine. His.

He wasn’t sure how long he spent drawing her closer and closer to the edge, but somewhere between repeated chants of praises and whatnot, he’d slipped.

“Fucking love this cunt, fucking love you-“

He hadn’t realized what he said, and if he had, he didn’t seem to care. But his words alone were enough to rip an unassuming orgasm from her. She didn’t allow herself long enough to think about if he meant to say it or not, or even to ride out the aftershocks rolling through her nerves. She grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him away from her glistening cunt and up to where she connected their lips.

A small sound of surprise, not reluctance, escaped from where they were joined. Her hands came to cradle either side of his face, and Mat thinks that he might’ve cried from the tender action. He wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t going to ask. Hey, it’d been a long day.

“You mean it?”

He realized what he had said, then, eyes wide and somehow his face even more flushed than before. He considered lying, like when Tito had asked who he was texting and he’d said a friend.

But where would that leave him, he wondered?

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, I did.” He added after a beat of silence.

And in those few moments nothing had seemed scarier.

Not when he was 18, getting skipped over by teams in the draft, and that voice in the back of his head had told him that, somehow, everyone had collectively decided to skip Mathew Barzal. Not when he was 19 playing in his first game for the Isles, having to follow up Auston Matthews first NHL game where he had four goals. Four. Fuck.

No, all that was topped by this. By the same fear he’d had earlier when he’d been on the bus, or when he’d arrived at her apartment.

But all of that fear was dissolved in a second after her laugh sounded out in the small bedroom, her eyes crinkling at the edges. She pulled him down towards her, and the sound of her laughter pulled a radiant smile from the hockey player that he felt like hadn’t seen the light of day in a long time.

She rolled over on top of his chest, leaning forward and throwing her arms around his neck. His chain was glinting, now, in the light she had previously been bathed in, and it caught her eye as it rested against his milky complexion.

“You looooove me.” She regarded in a sing-song voice, and Mat rolled his eyes despite the smile growing on his face. She leaned down, and Mathew’s grip on her bare hips tightened, all too aware of the wet spot left on his stomach from her leaking sex.

She mirrored his previous movements down his chiseled body, a regular Adonis in his own right. She left open mouthed kisses, the wet patches from them adding to the thin sheen that covered his body. She made her way down to his boxers, the obvious tent making her stifle a laugh. He caught it though, of course, and rolled his eyes for what seemed like the millionth time.

“Laugh it up, babe. Laugh at my misery.” He commented, to which she only shook her head.

“Patience is a virtue, Mathew.”

“You’re one to talk.”

Well, he had a point there.

So rather than talk, she decided she’d put her mouth to good use. She pulled down his boxers at a painstakingly slow rate, watching as his cock slapped up against his stomach. Her mouth watered at the sight, the tip red and weeping, begging to be attended to. He kicked off the boxers, paying no mind to how they slipped onto the floor, forgotten. She didn’t either, as she was sure he had to have some extra in one of his gazillion bags sitting in her entry way.

Her nails scratched down his stomach, angry red lines puffing up and decorating around the expanse of his skin. They were accompanied by freckles and marks and scars that she could have mapped together with her eyes closed. She knew Mathew like the back of her hand. And with that, came knowing how to make him come undone in her hands.

She started leaving small kisses at the base of his shaft, before swiping the bead of precum from his head down to the rest of him. She pumped her hand a few times, and Mathew let out a strangled moan. She thought he couldn’t get any louder, feeling bad for her neighbors at whatever hour in the night it was, but she was quickly proven wrong.

She licked a long stripe from the bottom to his tip, before taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. She bobbed her head a few times, jacking off whatever she couldn’t fit with her hands. She hollowed her cheeks, and the rise and fall of Mathew’s chest quickened. The sound he let out was animalistic, and it sent another wave of arousal through her body. She moaned involuntarily, and the feeling caused Mathew to buck his hips.

“You’re doing so good, baby. ‘M not gonna last with you going at me- shit- like that.”

He brought a large hand down to the side of her face, lightly stroking her cheek. It was a moment of wholesomeness that reminded them what they were now, what he had said.

Mat could tell she was tired, her pace decreasing. The look in her eyes never changed, though. And as he went to speak to tell her it was okay, and she didn’t have to (and because since it had been so long, he was scared he’d bust his load if she wasn’t careful), she pulled off.

A string of saliva followed, and the sight looked like a thumbnail of a shitty porno. Her eyes were droopy and glazed over, and Mat’s hypothesis was proven correct.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to finish. Let me take care of you.” He repeated his sentiment from earlier. She only shook her head, continuing to jack him off with her hand. Oh. He thought. That’s not what I was expecting.

“S’okay, Matty. Wanna make you feel good.”

She ran her thumb over his tip again, her glassy and swollen bottom lip hanging ajar as she concentrated. The moans he was letting slip free could only be described as pathetic, the 190 pound hockey player putty in her hands.

“I’m gonna cum if you don’t, God, baby, shit! I-If you don’t stop.”

And then she pulled her hand off, and he let out a quick breath at the momentary relief, if that was even the right word. But it was short lived, and she managed to hoist herself up, dragging her folds along his cock, before stabilizing herself with hands on his chest. He slid inside of her, and the sounds they both let out echoed off her walls.

She started moving, and then it was “You’re fuckin’ amazing, you know that? So fuckin’ amazing. My girl, my perfect girl.” He rambled, the events of just that day alone scrambling his mind trying to keep up. Similarly to how she felt earlier, everything was just too much for the poor man. She felt like Heaven around him, and he watched in awe from below her as she moved, enamored by the woman he loves.

As she became more and more tired, her movement slowed, reduced to her grinding herself down on his cock. Mat was barely hanging on, trying to make it last as long as possible. He could tell she was close too, as she squeezed him like a vice, and put her energy into picking up her pace.

“Fuck, Matty. Feels s’good. Love you- shit! I love you so much, baby.” She told him, her eyes closed and her face screwed up as she chased her high. But something snapped in Mathew at her confession, and with a quick “fuck” under his breath, he flipped the two of them without ever leaving her.

He was relentless.

He slammed in and out, and at the sudden change in position and pace, she was blindsided. She thrashed around him, her hands everywhere at once. Her hair, his hair, grasping at his shoulders, scratching down his back. She settled for his biceps, as his hands were planted. One on the right side of her head, the other gripping her hip bone so hard, she was sure it’d bruise.

“It’s only ever been you, baby. I promise you.”

“Shit, Mat!” She cried, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She loosely draped her legs around his middle, allowing him to reach new depths within her. He was fucking her senseless, and they fucking loved it.

“It’ll only ever be you. I love you. Fuck, I love you so much, Y/n.” His hair hung in his eyes as he fought to keep them open. He shook it out of his eyes, wanting to see her as she came in all her glory.

“Love you, Mat. So much, baby. You have no idea.”

His pelvis snapped harder against her, just barely reaching up and grazing her clit in the most exquisite way. The rope in her stomach began to tighten for the third time that night, so close to breaking she could almost taste it.

Actually, she could taste it, she realized. She had been biting down so hard on her bottom lip she could taste the metallic tang on her tongue, and fuck, it was all the more delectable.

“Mat!” It was another exclamation, followed by more babbles. “‘S too much, Matty, can’t do it.” Her voice was small, and despite the nature of the statement, Mat felt his heart flutter.

He shook his head. “Yes, you can, baby. I know you’re tired, but you can do it, Y/n. You’ve got another one in you sweetheart, pull through for me. I’ve got you.”

And never one to disappoint, especially not her Mathew, she did.

She came, and she came hard. But it wasn’t dramatic the way you’d think it’d be, at least not outwardly. Her breathing stopped, her toes curled, and her nails dug into the skin on Barzy’s arms. It wasn’t accompanied by a loud scream, or a drawn out, high pitched moan. It was a breath of relief that left her when she came, her head falling to the side and her eyes closing. A quiet moan of Mat’s name, and she was clamping down on him.

The sweet way his name fell off her tongue, mixed with how she was so damn tight around him as she came, and he was done for. It triggered his own orgasm, and he felt the same feeling of peace wash over him that she had as he spilled into her. He fucked her through it, soft thrusts calming whatever aftershocks they both were experiencing. She had gone limp under him, her eyes opening as she gave him the sweetest smile he’d ever seen.

He stayed in her, lowering himself onto his side, then maneuvering them so she was laying on him. They were a cliché and they knew it, but they couldn’t seem to care. A few moments passed in comfortable silence, before it was broken by Mathew’s scratchy post-sex voice. Swoon.

“So,” he started. She raised a brow, wondering where he was going with this.

“You looooove me, too, then?” He mimicked her tone from earlier, and they broke out in a fit of laughter as she slapped his arm and rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I guess you’re alright.” She feigned annoyance, propping herself up on her right arm as she faced the man she loved. Mat scoffed, blowing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Just alright? You’re crazy, lady.”

“But you love me.”

Not a beat passed before “I do.”

She smiled softly, lifting up a hand to run a finger along his jaw. He caught it with his own, never breaking eye contact as he kissed her palm. Again, swoon.

“I know.” She responded, wanting to stay in that moment forever. But, she knew that if she stayed where she was too long, she’d more than likely fall asleep in record time. So, she pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, which he turned to catch before she could go, pulling her back for a “real” kiss at his protest.

A petulant child, that’s what he is.

She pressed one more to his lips for good measure, before pulling himself off of him. They both let out disgruntled sounds at the sudden losses, and it took all her energy to sit up on the edge of her bed. She felt a strong jaw on her shoulder, and she leaned into it.

“Where you goin’? Leaving me all alone isn’t very nice.” She could hear the frown in his voice, and even though she knew he was joking, it tugged on her heartstrings that little bit.

“Gotta pee.” She said, standing up and walking towards the connecting bathroom. “Sorry baby, no UTIs for me.”

The frown stayed cemented on his face.

“You should be grateful,” she threw over her shoulder, shutting the door. “No UTIs, more fucking, yeah?”

He chuckled at her bluntness, deciding to go and get her some water and maybe a snack. Shit, he didn’t know. What was he supposed to do? Usually when they fucked before, her or Mat would be out the door as soon as possible, still trying to ward off those pesky feelings. But now, he was allowed to feel said pesky feelings, and he’d be damned if he fucked it up.

So, snack. And water? Yeah, water, for sure. He was hungry and thirsty, why wouldn’t she be. He had no idea the way around her kitchen, nor how to, er, actually make anything, so this would be rough. But, first, a pit stop.

He would have walked butt-ass naked into her kitchen, really, but then he remembered Warrior was out there and he didn’t have a need to traumatize that dog any further than he already was.

(It was one time, okay? He didn’t know she had a dog, he’d been asleep on his bed by the TV when they’d gotten to her place. And at the time, Mat was too preoccupied to notice.)

He looked around on the floor for the offending clothing item, slightly grossed out when he did finally find them. It was only for a minute, tops, is what he told himself, as he pulled on the boxers from earlier in the night.

He tiptoed, for literally no apparent reason, through the dark apartment until he found the bag he was looking for. He grabbed what he needed from it, struggling with the zipper while trying to close it, before giving up. On his way back to her room, he gave Warrior a nod and smile, and he swore the mutt gave one back. Okay, actually, on second thought, he remembered the clock on her microwave saying it was 3:18 AM, so, maybe he didn’t.

It was late and he just had the best sex of his life with the woman he loves. Give him a break. So what if he’s delusional and thinks he can communicate with dogs? At least he’s pretty.

When he gets to her room, he pulls on the newer, clean, pair of boxers, setting the other pair he grabbed from his bag on the bed for her when she got out of the bathroom, along with an Islanders shirt that he’d secretly always wanted to see her in. Too soon? Maybe. But after so long yearning for everything domestic and wholesome and good that he was convinced he didn’t deserve with her, he was indulging a little bit. So sue him.

His next stop, snacks. And water, can’t forget the water.

The water was easy enough, he got lucky. He grabbed her “emotional support cup” as she’d called it before when she thought he wasn’t listening, and went over to the fridge. He got a few ice cubes and put them in, and then went over to her Brita. He stood there, pressing down on the little lever, watching the steady stream of water into the cup. It was almost laughable, how he stood there in the dead silence, concentrating so hard. He was determined not to somehow do something wrong, even though it was just pouring a cup of water. Cute.

He checked the pantry once the cup was full, with the lid safely screwed on top. The rustling about caught the attention of Warrior, who hopped down from where he’d been on the couch, moseying on over.

Mat, who still was slightly wary of Warrior, despite the fact the dog would cause him no harm, shook his head at the mutt.

“Sorry, buddy. I don’t have anything for you.”

He turned his head and gave him puppy dog eyes, pulling out all the stops. Mat sighed, looking back to the pantry. He saw a box of Milkbones, and looked back to Warrior, who was egging him on. (They’re telepathically connected, remember?)

He reached in the box, pulling one out, and tossing it down. Warrior gratefully accepted, taking his treat and waltzing off to his bed to chow down. Mat looked in the pantry, going to close the box, when he sees it, his saving grace.

White bread, hallelujah.

He can do toast. Mathew Barzal is a totally capable 25 year old man who can make toast. So, he takes the bag, going over to the toaster. And-

One look at all those fancy buttons, and he’s tapped out.

Okay, it’s okay, he can remember seeing a vending machine on his way into her apartment. Yeah, he remembers her telling him about having to sign off on some HOA form for it, even though she was just renting. Apparently, her landlord hadn’t signed, which made it her job. Whatever, that’s irrelevant.

He figured that there wouldn’t be anybody out in her hallway at 3:23 AM, so he grabbed his coat with his wallet, shrugging it on over his bare back. His slides were somewhere in his hockey bag and the last thing he wanted to do was stink up her whole place by opening that Pandora’s box. So, barefoot it is.

He does his best to sneak out the apartment, leaving the door ajar as he makes the short walk to the vending machine, grateful his search was over. He let out a long sigh as he stood, wondering what to get her.

For himself he decided on a bag of cool ranch Doritos, and a bag of those tiny cookies. For her, he racked every corner of his brain for potential options, before realizing how long he’s taking, and how long he’d been gone. So, not wanting to waste any more time, he elected for one of everything.

He punched in the numbers and paid, attempting to grab them from the machine. Trying to pick up the few that had fallen, he leaned down. His attention was called elsewhere by the ”click!” of a door a few units down. His head snapped to the source of the sound.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” He muttered under his breath upon what he saw.

A man probably not much older than himself, suitcase and backpack in tow, donned in, you guessed it, a New York Islanders hoodie a lá number 13.

The man had yet to notice the star player down the hall from him, and Mat was considering just making a run for Y/n’s place. But either way, he would have to go past the man, or the man would have to go past Mat to get to the elevator. Maybe he’d take the stairs? He hoped. Shit, who was he kidding, he’s not taking the stairs.

Starting his walk over, the unnamed Islanders fan lifted his head, stopping in his tracks. His jaw dropped, and if it wasn’t purely because of being in the presence of Mat Barzal, he had a hunch what it was.

Said hunch, was that it was due to the fact Mat Barzal was standing in front of him, in an apartment complex definitely not boujee enough for him to be living in, at 3:25 in the morning, naked, except for boxers and some fancy trench coat, holding several bags of snacks.

Mat would’ve laughed at the guys face, but he thought he wasn’t quite in the position to do so.

“Hey, man. How’s it going?” And a stupid bro nod, was all Mathew could manage.

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While he was facing that debacle, Y/n was having one of her own.

After she’d gone to the bathroom, she decided to try to do her nighttime routine, too. She put on her robe from where it had been hanging in her bathroom, beginning her little routine.

When she emerged 10 minutes later, Mat was nowhere to be seen.

His bags were still by the door, albeit one of them hastily thrown open. Was he leaving and had gotten some clothes and an Uber? Did he have last minute regrets? The door to her place was left open, and an overwhelming sadness began to take over her system. As the tears began to well up, she looked over to Warrior, only to notice him chewing on… a milkbone? How the hell did he get a milkbone?

She sniffled, wiping her sleeve under her nose. She sat down on her couch, looking at where her iced coffee from earlier was still sitting, ¾ of the way empty. The tears started to flow freely again after that, and she stood up, deciding that she should at least shut the door. She didn’t need to deal with a robbery, too.

As she stood and turned, she was met with a very discombobulated and very underdressed Mat trying to shove his way through the door.

“Have a good flight, man. Enjoy Miami!” Mat called over his shoulder to what sounded like her neighbor Gian, based off of the “Thanks bro, good luck this season!” she heard back.

She slapped a hand over her mouth, trying to not bust out laughing at the sight in front of her. Hearing her snickering, he looked up gesturing to the bags in his arms.

“Hungry?” He asked, the smile on his face falling when he saw the red around her eyes. He dropped all the snacks on the couch to his right, making his way over to where she stood.

“Hey, hey, why’re you crying? What’s wrong sweetheart?” He questioned, and his sincerity made her smile widely.

“Nah, I’m all good, don’t worry about it. Just thought you’d left, that’s all…” A pause. “But I see now that you just had a case of munchies, apparently.”

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling her towards his chest. His chin rested on her head, and she closed her eyes, inhaling his scent.

“No, baby. God, no, I’m not leaving. I just wanted to do this whole thing right, and I thought you might be hungry, and I tried to make toast- your toaster is really complex by the way,”

She pulled away from him as he rambled, her smile reaching her eyes.

“And I filled your water and set out clothes for you and I really did try, baby. I didn’t mean to fuck anything up, really.”

She giggled again, taking hold of the shoulders of his jacket, shrugging it off. She folded it over the back of a barstool, then turned back towards Mat.

“And Gian?”

“Oh yeah, he’s cool. Ran into him in the hallway and introduced myself. Going to visit some family in Miami.”

She raised an eyebrow, nodding her head in understanding. She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his middle.

“So, am I gonna have to compete with him for your attention now whenever you come over?”

He reciprocated the action, one hand coming up to rest on her chin.

“I mean, he’s gonna be gone for two weeks, but after that…” he shrugged, trailing off. She hummed, and he smiled at her, leaning forward. He searched her eyes for any remaining upset, unable to find any, before he pressed his lips to hers. It was sweet and gentle, with not a hint of rush or fervor.

When they pulled apart, she was smiling again. Her hands found their way back to his neck.

“And baby, you’re amazing. You didn’t fuck up anything at all, I promise.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” She whispered, leaning in again to connect their lips. She let her tongue sweep over his bottom lip, biting down just barely before pulling away. She pushed down the sleeves of her robe just a bit, exposing her shoulders. Y/n took his hand, and started walking backwards, letting it slowly slip out of hers as she did.

“Come on, hotshot. Come to bed. Snacks will still be there in the morning.”

She smiled again briefly, before walking towards her room, the robe slipping down as she went. Mat stood watching her in total awe, glued in place, until he was knocked out of his trance.

“Hurry up! And lock the door, too, please!”

He had never obliged to anything quicker in his life.

(And as for the snacks, they were not still there in the morning, thanks to a certain mutt who managed to rip open all the packets on the couch. The next morning was spent at the vet, who had told them Warrior would be fine, just fat. The vet had only said this, though, after Mat had consoled a crying Y/n, who was under the impression he was going to be poisoned.

The rest of the day after that? Making up for lost time.)

FIN.

YO idk if that was good or not i kind of feel like i imagined writing the entire thing and it was a fever dream. but. anyway! if you liked it, be sure to reblog <3 thank u i love u! go eat some protein and drink some water. 

xx, hj

#mat barzal x reader #mat barzal smut #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal x reader smut #mat barzal fluff #mat barzal comfort #mat barzal x reader fluff #mat barzal x fem reader #mat barzal x y/n #mathew barzal x reader #mathew barzal imagine #mat barzal fic #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal fan fiction #nhl x reader #nhl imagine #nhl smut #bro i fr fr projected abt my ex bf in this SO HARD #LMFAOAOOA #but. anyway.

[silentwillowwhisperer]

Alright I need to write something 'bout Lance because I haven't yet, and that is not ok. (Though it still has Keith in it... oops.)

This is one of my favorite headcannons.

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When people are sad, Lance uses pet names.

Like full-on lovey nicknames.

A few weeks ago he found Hunk sitting in the corner of the kitchen with his head hidden in his knees. That absolutely COULD NOT stand.

"Aw baby, what's wrong? Do you need a hug, love?" he said, and immediately got crushed in Hunk's arms. (Cuz they're wholesome beans)

And it's not just him. He once accidentally yelled, "You good Darling?" from across the room to Shiro when he was thrown into a wall during training. Yeah, that took some explaining. (But it was kind of worth it to see the flaming blush across Shiro's cheeks.)

Anyway, the planet they are currently orbiting is a lot like Earth, and the homesickness is getting to everyone.

But Lance is still shocked when he hears soft sniffling coming from Keith's room. Keith of all people. Mr. Lone Wolf™!

He quickly puts in the door code that he knows for completely not-stalkerish reasons.

Keith looks up at him from his bed with teary eyes. He rubbed at them aggressively when he sees Lance.

"What are you doing here Lance? Does Allura need us?" His voice cracks terribly.

"Cariño! Are you okay? Never mind don't answer that, you're obviously not."

Without warning, Lance wraps his strong arms around Keith. His heart swells with adoration when Keith buries his head in Lance's shoulder. Of course, being the oblivious idiot he is, he does not notice Keith's flaming blush.

He gives in to the urge to touch Keith's hair and ends up rhythmically gliding his hand through it. They stay like that for a couple hours. (Keith may or may not have fallen asleep, and who was Lance to disturb him?)

They both silently agree to pretend the whole thing never happened.

A few months later and they are now on a diplomacy mission. The planet they are on is home to the Kragzots. They are giant neon-pink glow worms with faces. Lance has to do breathing exercises to keep his laughter from bursting out.

Their host, an alien named Vav'eol, is a... how can Lance say this nicely? He's a turd. Not literally of course, but he on everybody's nerves right now. Even Hunk has a grimace on his face whenever the pig-colored alien speaks.

Keith of course is absolutely shaking with anger.

1 hour into the stifling meeting and Vav'eol decides to comment on Shiro's arm. "Well I'm grateful and all that for you lot being here, but I'm not sure if you're trustworthy seeing as that one was reckless enough to lose an arm. How do you even manage to do that?" he scrutinizes.

Shiro opens his mouth to respond, but before he can the screeching of a chair interrupts him. They all turn to see Keith stand ramrod straight with fury etched into his face.

"Say that again you dirt-eating piggish son of a BI-"

He is interrupted (quite rudely) by warm arms wrapped around him.

"Come on babe, we're supposed to be peaceful right now. Calm down, hun."

Keith relaxes slightly, but still breathes heavily into Lance's neck.

"...Are they dating?" Vav'eol interrupts.

"I wish," both Shiro and Pidge sigh at the same time.

The hugging boys turn red as tomatoes.

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Ew. Dialogue. That was painful. But the vision had to be fulfilled.

#klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #voltron legendary defender #voltron #vld #shiro ships #takashi shirogane #hunk vld #keef is a protective baby bro #tawny post

[ghoulangerlee]

For your prompt thing, and if you want... could you spare some... SWISSRORA B L E A SE. Anything sweet and playful between them would be... I would cry. Thank you, I owe you my life (if you decide to choose this)

HELLO THIS IS A BIT LATE but life you see

ANYWAY this is mostly inspired by the shenanigans that Swiss got into on stage during the tour.(mainly him being on his knees for her...a lot...) Aurora may be new but she knows how to care for a big boy :')

content: vague references to heat/rut though there is no actual heat or rut, cunnilingus, masturbation, dirty talk, Aurora is In Charge :^}

**lemme know if you see any glaring errors I wrote this on my phone and my keyboard sometimes glitches oop**

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"Oh baby," Aurora coos softly, her palms cupping Swiss's flushed face, she's standing above him, dragging the pad of her thumb gently across the apple of his cheek, "Are you in heat?"

Swiss makes a noise in his throat, leaning into her touch as his eyes flutter shut, he vocalizes, a low sort of rumble deep in his chest that has Aurora giggling, lifting one hand to drag her fingers gently through his curls.

"Sweet boy," she says, "You're so desperate for it you've forgotten your manners, haven't you?" She asks, her voice sticky sweet, "I know you can do better than that, baby."

He makes another noise this time, a garbled version of her name as his hands come up to grip the backs of her bare thighs and he shuffles closer to her until he's resting his chin against her stomach, staring up at her with wide, pleading eyes. "Aurora, please," he says, words coming out thick like his tongue is too big for his mouth. "Please, let me have a taste."

She laughs then, the sound light and happy as she brushes her thumb across his cheek again and then downwards, running the pad of it over his lower lip.

His tongue follows it, swiping gently across her fingertip as he tries to close his lips around it.

"Ah," she says, somewhat sharply, "None of that, baby, you'll get it when I give it to you, alright?"

His eyes flutter closed at the reprimand and he makes a sad noise, "Sorry 'rora," he mumbles, tipping his head forward so he can press a kiss to her stomach instead. "I'll be good."

"I know you will, baby," She says, gently scratching her nails across his scalp, "You're always so good for me when you remember your place."

He makes another noise, this time somewhat pleased, at the overly generous praise that she's given him—he is not good, most of the time, and they both know that, they both get off on his inability to be patient sometimes, on how he'll just take when he's in certain moods.

Today though, he wants to be good for her.

He presses one more kiss to her stomach, gentle and closed mouth before he leans back on his heels, letting his hands fall from where they'd been holding her thighs to rest palm up on his own folded legs.

"Look at you," Aurora murmurs with a soft smile, "Beautiful," she compliments him, rubbing her thumb over his lower lip again, briefly pressing in and dragging it down a bit so she can see his teeth—sharp, his glamour flickering the more aroused he gets, "You'll have to get rid of those if you want to pit your mouth anywhere near me," she says, the tip of her thumbnail resting gently against his lower canine.

Swiss whines softly when Aurora lets go of his face and he runs his tongue across his lower lip, tasting salt and barely there sulfur from her touch.

"Touch yourself for me first," she says after a few moments, her eyes dark and possessive, "Let me see what you have waiting for me, sweet one."

Hurriedly, he complies, he's only wearing sweats, his chest bare—cock tenting his pants where he's been hard since Aurora had touched him what feels like hours ago now, the two of them watching a movie together, cuddled up on the couch.

He had been paying attention for the most part, until Aurora had slipped her hand beneath the blanket over their laps, her small hand rubbing at him through the sweats.

She'd giggled, leaned into him when she realized he hadn't been wearing underwear, murmuring in his ear about what she wanted from him. (His mouth.)

He wraps his hand around himself, it's a bit dry, but he knows it won't be for long, especially not with the way he's leaking, twisting his fist just under the head, brushing the pad of his thumb over the tip—Aurora's watching him with heavy eyes, like she wants to eat him, her eyes trained on his fist.

He slows down a bit, rocking into his fist like he's fucking it, slow rolls of his hips as he squeezes around his own cock, "Fuck," he breathes out.

"That's it baby," Aurora says, her voice breathless, her own hand hovering just over the wet spot in her panties, fingers teasing through the sticky material. "Imagine that's me, squeeze yourself a bit tighter now, you're so big you barely fit," she coaches him

Swiss moans, eyes falling shut as he follows her directions, squeezing his fist tighter around himself, his palm now wet and sticky, overly warm from the friction—he fucks up into his fist, "'rora," he mumbles, mouth falling open as he pants.

She gasps, biting her lower lip as she quickly strips off her sticky underwear, stepping closer to Swiss—she can clock the moment he smells her arousal, the way his eyes snap open, focusing on her like a predator their prey.

Smiling at him, she moves closer, cupping his jaw carefully to tilt his head back a little as she pushes herself up onto her tiptoes, fitting herself just over his mouth, "Keep touching yourself," she orders, the words trailing off into a groan as his tongue drags wetly over her cunt. "Make me come first and you can come tonight, sweetness."

Swiss groans, the vibrations making Aurora shiver and push herself higher on her toes—her voice in his ear as she begs him for more, her scent so strong and pure where his nose is buried against her making him close his eyes again.

With a careful hand, Aurora parts her folds, toes curling against the carpeted floor as Swiss's tongue nudges against her clit for a moment before, "Not inside baby," she's quick to correct him when she feels his tongue swipe over her hole, and the moan that he lets out—either in disappointment or because of her taste is almost enough to make her rethink her words.

Because he's so good, Swiss focuses his attention back on her clit, mouthing at it and wrapping his lips around it, tongue gentle and just what she needs as the waves inside her build slowly, the pressure in her lower belly warm and pleasant.

"Good boy," She praises him, whining a little when his pleased moan sends a sharp course of arousal through her, "You're doing so well for me, taking such good care of me, baby."

Her hand goes to his hair, holding on tightly as she grinds down against his face, fucking herself against his tongue, "Just like that," she breathes out on a moan, her thighs shaking, "Let me use your mouth baby, just like this."

He's so good to her, keeping his tongue out, letting her grind down against it—she can feel him breathing heavily against her, spurring her own faster, "Just a little bit more, baby," she says, words starting to leave her, "Almost—" she breaks off with a gasp, a sort of low pitched moan as she grips Swiss's hair tight enough to pull, grinding against his tongue until she's feeling wrung out and oversensitive.

And then Swiss's hand is there, on her hip, both holding her up and guiding her into rocking against his mouth as he licks at her, tasting her until her thighs clamp around his head and she's coming again.

He moans, loud and pained as he fucks up into his hand a dozen or so more times before he's coming too, his spend landing on the floor, some landing on her ankle closest to him.

Aurora finally pulls back, still shaking, as she pets through his hair, soothing where she'd pulled at his scalp.

"Good boy," she murmurs, finally dropping down to straddle his lap, uncaring of his sticky with come hand grabbing at her hip, pulling her closer.

His mouth is wet, and he smells so strongly of her that Aurora almost wants to shove his face between her thighs again—but instead she kisses him, slow and deep until he's moaning into it and starting to chin up again.

"Again?" Aurora asks when she pulls away, grinning sharply at him as she cups his face.

Swiss licks his lips, tastes her on them and immediately pushes himself into a standing position, scooping her up as he goes—luckily, the bed isn't too far, he thinks, holding her against his chest as he leaves the common area and takes her to his room, kicking the door shut with a loud thump behind him, her giggles echoing along with it.

#swissrora #the band ghost fic #swiss ghoul #aurora ghoulette #my writing

[unchained-hound-dog]

Hi there! I have a request! Can you write a fluff piece about wearing Jacks clothes when he’s away? Maybe you’re on FaceTime or something and he notices? You’ll work your magic, I’m sure. 🥰

Thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy it!

Jack had been away for a little over a week, you missed him like crazy but you had a good communication system in place, texting throughout the day and then he'd facetime you just before his shows. You'd gotten in from a long day of work, the weather outside was slowly turning to being windy and rainy and so you wanted nothing more than an oversized hoodie and joggers to throw on.

You quickly made your way upstairs, tying your hair back and removing any make-up on your face. You grabbed a paid of joggers and rummaged around your hoodies, finding one you'd stolen just before Jack left for tour, a gray drawstring hoodie with a small symbol stitched onto the left side. You pulled it over your hair, the size of it swamping your body as you instantly felt so much cozier. You pulled the neckline of the hoodie up to your nose and breathed in the familiar smell of your boyfriend, a pang of sadness hitting you at how much you missed him.

Once you were dressed and ready to chill out for the evening, you got into bed and turned the TV on, finding something to put on whilst you ultimatly just scrolled through your phone waiting for Jack to call. It was hitting 6:30 and you knew Jack was an hour behind in the country he was currently in so you were expecting a phone call anytime. Just as you were scrolling through instagram the notification came up state Jack would like to facetime.

'Hi baby' you smiled, watching as the black screen changed to show Jack sitting on the tour bus couch wearing a smiliar hoodie to the one you had on.

'Hi sweetie, how you doing?' his eyes watched your every move, listening to every word you said.

'Good, the weathers changing here so it's feeling a little more like Autumn'

You both carried on talking for a while, dicussing your day and how tour was. You stood up out of bed and carried your phone to the bathroom, deciding to quickly wash your face whilst on the phone to Jack.

'Well damn, I owe my boys an apology'

'Huh?' you stopped your actions half way through, glancing at your phone that was propped up against the wall infront of you

'Been accusing everyone of stealing my favourite hoodie when it was you all along' he teased, you glanced down at the hoodie you were wearing before throwing a cheeky grin in his direction

'Oops, didn't think you'd notice'

'Don't worry, I'm just glad it's you wearing it, you got much on underneath it' Jack's grin turned into a smirk as his eyebrows raised

'mmm yeah got these cute joggers on' you lifted one leg to show 'and these fluffy socks' you showed your feet

'baby, you know what I mean' Jack had moved himself so only he could see his screen, hoping you'd show him a little more

'oh yeah, right, uhm yeah' you stood back from the screen, trying not to smile as you lifted the hoodie up revealing a tanktop underneath, this earnt a groan from Jack

'over a week without me and you're refusing to show me some skin?' he joked, glancing behind the phone thne back down

'You're not seeing anything when I know half the PG are probably around' you picked up the phone and moved back to the bedroom

'Only Urb, and he's too high to know what the fuck is going on' Jack turned the screen around to show you Urban laying across the couch across from him, engaged with something on his phone.

'After the show, you can ring me and I'll show you anything you want, when you're in your hotel' you promised, enjoying the thought

'Mmm okay, speaking of shows, I'm gunna have to go. Need to be on stage in 30 minutes' he sighed, he loved his job but he wished he could have you with him.

'2 more weeks and I'll be joining you for a whole month baby' you reminded him, watching as he grinned and nodded his head.

'Can't wait sweetheart. I love you'

'I love you too baby'

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine

[damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog]

hello again ~~ 👋🏼

if ur requests are open, can i request some fluff of Ominis bonding with his new born son (who is also blind in ur headcanons) but like... just to two of them. maybe Isabel is sleeping or away for some errands. just Ominis trying to bottle feed his baby or change their diaper or bathing them in a small baby tub. 😭 i've been watching a lot of youtube shorts about daddies having good quality time with their infant babies and i immediately rushed to your page cause i can't take Ominis being a dutiful father to his child.

also, i don't like it when people try to ship Ominis with Anne 😩 sorry but i just don't see it

AAAAAA 💚💚💚

I had just woken up when I saw tamayula’s new art, so yeah I’ve been thinking about stuff like this all day lol

I don’t ship Ominis/Anne either, but it doesn’t bother me. As long as that ship makes someone happy, I am happy. I’ve been on the receiving end of judgment for ships I like in the past and it’s not fun. Fandom should be about having fun. :)

Just Before the Dawn

AO3 Link

Omnis bonds with his firstborn child

Ominis x MC (married and new parents)

SFW

Discussion about Ominis' childhood with the Gaunts. A bit sad, but the ending is happy

Word count: 1,162

A/N: WOW, ok this got a little heavier than I anticipated lol oops. Nothing serious happens, Ominis just has first-time-parent jitters in his own, Ominis-y way and works through some of that. :)

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The peaceful ticking of a clock was the only sound in the room when Ominis awoke.

It was still dark, judging by his wife’s unintelligible mumbling in her sleep and the absence of warm morning sunlight on Ominis’ skin. Sitting up in bed, he picked up his wand from his nightstand and pointed it in the direction of the ticking. 5:03 a.m., the wand’s little voice announced in his mind. Ominis groaned. MC would be asleep for another few hours, and Ominis considered curling up around her to drift off again, but he felt too restless.

Ominis was unsure why he had awoken. It had been a long while since his last nightmare. After so many years waking up next to MC and hearing increasingly less from the Gaunts, the violent and frightening birth family he had long abandoned, he slept quite peacefully most nights. Perhaps it was instinctual drive that motivated him to push the covers aside, find his slippers on the floor and kiss MC’s head as he stood to cross the room.

There, on the opposite side of the room in the cradle with whimsical little carvings of mooncalves and hippogriffs lovingly etched into the wood by his family in-law, lay their baby son nestled in tiny blankets. Ominis could hear soft rustling as his son stirred and began to fuss. He probed with his hands until they found the impossibly tiny head and body, scooping up his son with gentle hushes.

Had Ominis really been this small once too? He could scarcely imagine treating his own child the way his family had treated him as a boy. He would do anything for the baby he now rocked in his arms, whispering soothingly.

The baby began to cry, and Ominis felt some hesitation. He was quite used to taking care of the baby while MC was awake to help him, but he had not yet attempted it alone. He did not want to wake MC after hearing her tell him how exhausted she was and how desperately she needed sleep as she had drifted off the night before.

More than MC's exhaustion, however, Ominis felt guilt claw at his chest as he considered passing the baby off to MC. How many times had his own parents ignored his desperate cries? How often had they simply handed him off to someone else to deal with? He physically recoiled at how easily he could fall into the same habits his parents had. With shaking arms he held his son closer and pressed his cheek to the little head resting on his shoulder, as if to shield his tiny son from the horrific thoughts.

"I'm here," he whispered. "And I won't let you go."

Ominis knew not if he was soothing his son, or himself.

The kitchen was even quieter than their bedroom, with only an occasional drop from the sink faucet to fill the silence. During the day, a pair of staff would work and happily chat away—but for a few more hours, the room would stand still.

Ominis had pulled a chair up to the counter and attempted to give his son a warmed bottle. The baby fussed, unable to find the bottle any better than Ominis could guide it, and both father and son were growing frustrated.

"I'm sorry," Ominis murmured, frowning at himself. He felt distressed little hands as they knocked against his own, grabbing at nothing while the fussing turned to wails that squeezed his throat painfully. Tears sprung to his eyes.

"I'm so sorry... This is my fault."

Ominis once again held his son closer, cradling him protectively against his chest with one arm as he continued to try to unite little hands with the bottle. He was to blame for more than just the bottle, he mused somewhere in the back of his exhausted mind.

When the healers had broken the news to Ominis and MC, MC was almost completely unbothered. She had never been the kind of woman to respond with fear, of course; she merely held their son closer and, with a smile on her lips, gently murmured that their son had his father's eyes.

Ominis, on the other hand, could only stand in shock as the healer's words echoed in a suddenly empty world around him. The Gaunts’ dark magic that had irreparably injured him before he was born was still coursing through his veins—and it was now his son's grim birthright.

The weeks after MC had given birth had been confusing for Ominis. He loved his son unconditionally. He would do anything for those giggles, for the chubby fingers that grasped at his own as the little family would rest together on the bed, talking and laughing without a care in the world. But Ominis also mourned. He mourned for the sight his son would never have—for the fact that it was the final curse the Gaunt family would place upon Ominis. They had touched his baby despite his every precaution, and it was a knife through Ominis' heart he could never remove.

Ominis was pulled back to the surface by contented noises as his son had finally grasped the bottle and was drinking hungrily. A shaky sigh left Ominis' lips, and shoulders he had not even realized were tensed began to loosen.

Ominis allowed a faint smile come over him. His son was at peace despite his father's anxiety. Ominis allowed the little glimmer of hope to peek though in his mind.

"Well, aren't you the hungry little one," Ominis mumbled, amused. "It seems you aren't particularly cross with me anymore, either."

Ominis' baby made no acknowledgement of him and continued to drink. Ominis chuckled and began to hum a soothing tune.

By the time the little boy had finished his breakfast, Ominis could faintly hear the first songs of birds from the kitchen windows.

"Do you hear that?" Ominis gently asked as he propped the very satisfied infant up on his shoulder and patted his back. "That's a robin. When you're older, I'll teach you all the birdsongs I know so you may appreciate them just as much as your mother when she sees them flitting across the garden… In fact, I'll get to teach you many different things. I'll give you your first wand, teach you to read as I do, and I'll be there to catch you when you fall as you navigate with your new wand. But for now, we ought to rest, don't you think?"

The baby cooed in reply, merely happy to be in his father's arms.

When MC awoke, sunlight was streaming in through the windows of the bedroom. It was quiet, save for the ticking of the clock—and the slow, deep breaths of both her husband and baby. She turned to kiss Ominis good morning and saw him sound asleep on his back with their baby perched carefully atop his chest, wrapped in his father's protective arms and some blankets pulled from the cradle.

There was a little smile on each of their faces, and MC wondered what the two had gotten up to to still be asleep at this hour. There would be time enough to ask later. For the moment, MC kissed them both.

"You have such a good father," MC whispered with a smile.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #requests #Isabel Greymoore

[aheathen-conceivably]

Anonymous OC question of the day!

If you could make a character real, which of your OCs would be:

your bestie

your spouse/partner

your secret lover!

your friendly rival

your enemy!

BONUS: do this for other people’s OCs too!

Pass the game along (anonymously or not)

Nonny! Bless you! This is is the nonsense I live for.

Okay okay we’re gunna assume they’re real but also like I’m selecting these independently, so you know when I pick my bestie’s husband as my partner I’m not causing drama…👀

Bestie

I mean come on, it’s gotta be Zelda, right? Like imma be real, maybe I would like it to be Jo, but at this point in my life ain’t no way I could keep up with her 😂

I just wanna vibe, talk about books and stories, maybe sit in silence sometimes, have some wine if I’m feeling wild. Plus I feel like Zelda has just enough of a proclivity toward the grand and the romantic that I would love to have a long winded conversation with her into the wee hours of the night.

Spouse/Partner

Welp. Sorry bestie. I’m picking your husband. It’s Antoine. Seriously, is anyone even the mildest bit surprised? I don’t think I’ve made any effort to hide that my ~type~ is the moody broken artist who you just can’t understand. Did I maybe give him some of my own IRL husband’s qualities? I plead the fifth….

But also on his positive qualities, the domestic, loyal side of Antoine is very important to me in a partner and his (newfound) emotional strength for Zelda is very attractive. Which speaking of, I mean his attractiveness is obviously a factor here too 👀

Secret Lover

Against Antoine? I have to pick a secret lover when I already have Antoine? How dare you 😭

Okay okay, honestly, I think imma have to go with Georgiana. What? I can do with some fancy gifts and maybe a few trips around the world if she’s feeling wild. Plus, she has the broken artist vibes too oops 🤣

Friendly Rival

Ya know, I think probably Rosella. I know y’all all love her, but she’s definitely got some qualities that would make me wanna be her friend but also probably shit talk and maybe even dislike her from time to time. Like I gave Rosella my love of fashion, but likewise also some of my vanity and vapidity that I’ve worked on curbing. So I think we would have a lot of similarities and enjoy a great friendship, but then also turn around and side eye the hell out of eachother sometimes.

Enemy

Low key, maybe Jo? I feel like if we crossed paths somewhere and shit went bad, it would go real bad. Like we are both stubborn as hell, sure of ourselves, and even a touch manipulative if we need to be. I also don’t think either of us really responds well to someone with similar qualities as us, so there would probably be a bit of bristling because of that too.

Can…can we make it enemies to lovers though? Or just ya know, enemies with a side of secret lovers? 🫣

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Also, also….I can’t resist doing this for my babies the Plotts so with little to no explanation:

Best Friend: Chad (if he will have me) Partner: Ale (sad lasagna boys for life) Secret Lover: Can I deep cut pick Sade AND Chet when I'm an agent in the anachronistic 70s spy office? Yes, I pick yes. Friendly Rival: Hinoki (forever and always) Enemy: Poppy (please see the Jo energy above)

(psttt psttt @theplottdump for you my fellow potato brain)

#ask #answered #with a touch more introspection than needed sorry gang 🤣 #also thanks Nonny love ya ❤️

[themetaphorgirl]

Psolc prompt - spencer and hotch having a heart to heart about their shitty home lifes.

So this went in a direction that I didn't expect, but I made myself real sad, oops!!

tw for parental abuse

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The funny thing about trauma was that it spilled out when you least expected it.

Hotch liked to think that he’d handled it well. Not that he’d ever gotten to go to therapy or anything, but he’d learned to deal with it. To pack it up in a neat labeled box and set it to the back of his mind, everpresent but out of sight on a daily basis.

Sometimes, though, the lid would rattle and the box would shake open no matter how tightly he packed it up or how far he pushed it back.

He’d never been a deep sleeper, but even a coma patient would have woken from the sound. Someone was yelling and banging on the thin walls of the hall, fists threatening to break through drywall and plaster.

His heart leapt into his throat, no longer beating. Sean, his sleep-addled brain thought wildly. Sean, I have to get Sean.

His baby brother slept down the hall from him. He needed to move fast enough to grab him out of his crib and run to the bathroom. That was always the plan, to hide in the bathroom and lock the door, hiding behind the shower curtain with the fan running to block out the sound of his father screaming. The muscle memory surged in his body, the rapidfire beat of his heart and the cold sweat running down his temples, the ache in his thighs as he crouched himself small and the pressure of Sean’s warm sleeping weight in his arms. 

I have to get him first, I have to get to him first before Dad-

He was out of bed and stumbling to the door when his rational thought caught up to his wild memories. Dad isn’t here, he remembered. Neither is Sean. You’re at school. You’re at school, you moron, you’re fine.

Bile rose in his throat and he fought it down as he opened the door to his room, squinting in the light of the hallway. “What the hell is going on?” he said, hoping his voice sounded firm and authoritative instead of scared and shaking. Half a dozen doors had opened,the other boys in the hall trying to find the source of the commotion.

“I’m looking for Mitchell!” a broad shouldered kid he vaguely recognized from his English class said. “He fucking took my laptop charger and I need it back! I gotta paper due in like five hours!”

Hotch dragged a hand over his face, breathing slow and deep to keep from throwing up. “Mitchell isn’t on this floor, he’s on fifth,” he said. “And that’s no reason to throw a temper tantrum like that during quiet hours. Shut up and go back to your room, and maybe I won’t talk to your RA about this.”

“But-”

“Keep it up, and I’ll talk to Gideon too,” Hotch snapped. “Out. No.”

The kid swore, kicking at the tattered hallway carpet, and trudged away, muttering under his breath. Hotch took another slow, deep breath. “Everybody back to bed, it’s fine,” he said.

He waited for the doors to close one by one, willing his hands to stop shaking and his knees not to wobble. You’re fucking fine, he told himself sternly. That was just some dumbass teenager, not…not him.

He forced himself to walk a circuit down the hall, checking to see that the boys under his watch were settling back down. His heart was still beating far too fast, making him dizzy. He made his strides purposeful, his mouth in a grim line. It was fine. He was in charge. Everyone was safe.

He passed by Derek and Spencer’s room and the door was still open. “Go back to bed, Derek,” he said.

Derek glanced over his shoulder, then back to him. “He’s scared,” he said in a low voice. “I was about to take him to you anyways.”

Hotch reached over Derek’s shoulder and tapped the door open. The light from the hallway slanted into the room, casting shadows over Spencer’s bed and catching his wide hazel eyes in the glow. Even in the dimnness he could see the hunch of the younger boy’s shoulders, the shake in his slight frame, the way his small hands clutched at his heaving chest.

Fight or flight, and he’d choose flight, Hotch thought.

“It’s all right, Bug,” he said. Spencer shrank back. “No, no, it’s me. It’s Aaron. Everything’s fine, it was just a big kid from another floor mad about somebody borrowing his laptop charger. It’s okay.”

A flashback rose in his mind unbidden, of throwing the door to Sean’s nursery open and seeing those big blue eyes, their mother’s eyes, staring up at him in fear as their father shouted and shattered glass in the kitchen below. Hotch swayed a little on his feet, nearly bumping into Derek, and then in a split second he pushed past him, crossing to Spencer’s side of the room in a few quick strides.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, and when he picked up Spencer he remembered picking up Sean, clutching him to his chest and trying to get a good grip on him before he had to run. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

He grabbed Spencer’s blanket and draped it over his head like a protective cloak before carrying him down the hall to his room. Spencer wrapped his arms tight around his neck, burying his face in his shoulder. Hotch could feel his heart thumping wildly against his chest, even fast than his own.

He carried him into his room, closed the door, and switched on the nightstand lamp before settling down on the bed with Spencer on his lap. “You’re okay, Bug,” he murmured. “You’re okay.” He rocked him a little bit. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, and I won’t let anyone hurt you. Nothing bad is going to happen to you, I’ll make sure of it.”

Spencer clutched the front of his sleep shirt in a death grip, his face pressed into his chest. Hotch adjusted to cradle him better, making sure his blanket was tight and snug around him. “She did that sometimes,” he said, his voice small and soft and wheezing. “When…when she was really…really sick. She would yell and break things and chase after me and-”

Spencer’s voice broke off and Hotch hugged him tighter, pressing his hand to the back of his head. “I know,” he soothed. “I know, baby. But you’re safe now. I’m right here with you. We’re both safer than we’ve ever been.”

He held him close, rocking his slight weight against his chest. It took more than an hour before Spencer dropped into exhausted sleep, his hands loosening their death grip on his shirt. Hotch rested his cheek against his soft hair and stared at the wall in a daze until the first hint of morning light began to peek through the blinds, drifting somewhere between the cozy safe reality of his own bed and the memory of a little boy hiding in the cold ceramic of a drained bathtub, holding his breath until his vision blurred.

#au: patron saint of lost causes #patron saint: aaron #patron saint: hotch #patron saint: spencer #patron saint: derek #caitlin writes things #tw: abuse

[mintmatcha]

okay but how does reader end up wrapped up in touya's gang/circle b4 he dedicates his life to their little girl? did they like the fact tht he was a little bit feral and rough around the edges but didn't prepare for the eventuality of an 'oops' baby? the fact that he's quit smoking cold turkey because his little girl was sad about it devastates me, he's really trying his best

Reader meets touya through her senior year roommate- natsuo.

they meet at a party in the beginning of the year and reader is smitten with the mysterious bad boy that natsuo insists is a "good guy." dabi's bad news, clearly, and yet it doesn't take long for the relationship to turn sexual -- and tumultuous.

they arent dating, but they aren't just friends either. there's emotions, periods of silence, etc etc etc..... it's never healthy, but reader loves him. its very on and off.

about two months before graduation, reader realizes she's pregnant. it's during one of periods dabi isn't talking to her, so she makes a decision. she has a job lined up a couple hours away, so she quietly graduates, then picks up and moves without telling any of her friends, even natsuo.

[yourfellowhuman07]

Where Do We Go Now?

A She-ra: Princess of Power 2018 fanfiction

The war is finally over. Prime is dead, the hive mind is broken, and everyone is reunited with their loved ones. However, there are some questions left unanswered. What will be the fate of Catra and Hordak? What are these new memories Wrong Hordak has? What is Etheria's place in the wider universe? Where do we go now?

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Chapter 13. This is the result of me forgetting about Imp and the rest of the pets. Oops.

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Chapter 13: Reunited

Lonnie woke up to the dinging of her datapad. It was Entrapta with a message telling them to return to Brightmoon with Imp. For someone who likes to talk so much, Entrapta speaks very little over text. Lonnie then went to Kyle and Rogelio and ‘lightly’ kicked them awake.

“Rise and shine you two, we have to make tracks to Brightmoon because Lord Hordak wants his baby back.” The two boys shot up at the mention of Hordak and swiftly gathered everything, including their precious cargo.

When the trio was tasked with caring for the creature Lonnie was very hesitant. Kyle of course fell in love with the brat at first sight and Rogelio followed swiftly. Lonnie however took a little more convincing but even she fell for the child’s charm. She could see how Hordak would like the little thing.

Thankfully, the group was not far from Brightmoon and the trip only took about three hours minus any short breaks that were mainly caused by Imp. When they arrived at Brightmoon they saw Hordak and Entrapta standing at the door. Entrapta had not changed at all, but Hordak was a whole nother story. Lonnie first noticed his eyes had turned Prime’s sickly lime green, then she noted how his hair was long and curly tied up in a braid. It was odd, to say the least.

When Imp saw his father he flew right into him nearly knocking him over in the process. Hordak took him into his arms and hugged him tightly along with Entrapta. The trio approached the happy family with Lonnie at the front.

“Lord Hordak, we have tried our best to keep Imp safe and we hope you are satisfied with our care of him.” Kyle stammered.

“Firstly, you do not need to call me by my title anymore, the Etherian Horde has been disbanded and it is safe to say my position as ruler of the Scorponi kingdom had been taken away so the title of Lord no longer fits my description. Secondly, I thank you for taking care of Imp in my absence, I am guessing, as Etherians put it, ‘owe you one’.”

“Don’t sweat it, we enjoyed having him.”

“I’m just sad I won’t see you again.” Kyle reached out to give Imp a small pat as Rogelio growled in agreement.

“Why don’t you come to stay with us in The Crypto Castle.”

Lonnie paused to think only for a brief moment. The group didn’t have any other place to go and The Crypto Castle did not sound too bad.”

“Do you two want to?”

The two boys quickly nodded.

“Yes, that sounds great Princess Entrapta. We thank you for your kindness.”

“Oh just call me Entrapta, you don’t need to be formal with me.”

The six then entered the castle to find the rest of the Alliance waiting inside the entrance. Scorpia was the first to break from the crowd, catching the former Horde soldiers in a massive hug.

“Oh, I missed you three! How are you?”

“We’re all good Scorpia.” Lonnie managed to pry herself from Scorpia meeting the eyes of Adora.

“Hi, Lonnie.”

“Hey, Adora.” Lonnie grabbed Adora’s wrist into a warrior’s handshake. Lonnie then caught the gaze of Catra who was looking at her nervously. Lonnie gave her a hard stare as she went back to Adora.

Throughout all of this, Imp stayed firmly planted on Hordak’s shoulder, welcoming the familiar height it gave him. Imp then saw Emily who was happily beeping as Imp flew over to her, happy as could be.

#entrapdak #entrapta #hordak #spop #hyperfixation #spop fanfic #she ra #adora #fanfic #imp #catra #perfuma #glimmer #wrong hordak #mermista #scorpia #lonnie #kyle #rohelio

[limoneads]

who are your top three favorite game of thrones characters and why?

i spent wayyyy to much time thinking about my little dudes. this took me like four hours because i kept going back and deleting because i couldn't decide on them oops. i know it's taken me literally forever to answer this, but i've been thinkin thoughts in my car. and i'm going to go by book only characters from the first two in the series bc i like the way they're characterized a lot more and they're the ones i'm most familiar with. i also want you to know that i'm incredibly incoherent

jon snow. i know i'm basic for this one. i know i am. but he's the game of thrones version of an anime protagonist. i think that this is extremely funny- in one chapter, he crushes a frozen lemon with his fist and it's never elaborated on again (??? what was the reason for this??), he has a literal albino pet wolf who's name is ghost :) who he loves very much, he's fiercely protective over his friends and new brothers and also just, like, a good dude?? he just tries to stand up for what's right, and in a world where pretty much every character is just trying to get more political power, it's a refreshing choice. i'd also like to mention that he's fourteen at the start of the books, and he gets to be an all around edgy westerosi teen, but he's also just a good kid and i think that's so lovely of him. there's a line of him showing his cool new sword to his wolf and he goes something like "look it's you :)" bc his broskis made him a new pommel in the shape of a wolfs head!! absolute lovely moment. every so often, you're reminded he's just some kid. he loves his family so much and i'm sad that he only gets a few scenes with them at the beginning of the book. okay, by family i mean arya, but they're really cute. he's really close with his little (half) sister arya and messes up her hair a lot. he gives her a sword as a parting gift :) and they're kinda the closest sibling pair in the stark family because they look the most like their dad and are often the ones most at odd with catelyn, their mom (but not his mom biologically. his dad, at the end of a war, just brought back a baby and was like "this is my son" and she hasn't been able to love jon ONCE). you kinda get the feeling that she's the only one who never judged him for being a bastard while still understanding what it means. they're relationships is just cute. you also get really banger character moments that i still think about, like him getting drunk at the fantasy version of the thanksgiving kids table and then yelling and crying at his uncle that he's "never going to father a bastard". or when he threatened to kill some dude in his sleep with his giant pet wolf for being mean to the new guy, sam. i'll admit his chapters are a bit boring in the sense that it's not a lot of stuff that happens plotwise for like the first 40%ish, but i got excited every time it was his turn to get a pov bc it's mostly him with his bros in the nights watch, being a weird snarky emo boy and i- i love him sm. 

i debated heavily on wether it should be robb or catelyn stark. they're pretty conjoined in my mind though, so i just put them both in a giant paragraph. but i'm gonna start with cat because she's one of the most complex characters in the books to me. cat is kinda in her flop era for like the first ten percent of the first book. she's horrifically abusive to jon snow, the bastard son of her husband, because she views him both as a threat to *her* children and as a reminder of her relationships pitfalls with her husband. her motherhood and her grief are central to her as character themes, as well as her preoccupation with duty and honor. i'm now going to take this time to talk about my son, robb stark and the genetic eldest daughter syndrome they both have. cat grew up as lady of her house, her mother dying and leaving her to take up a maternal role in her household. she got betrothed to her husbands brother when she was twelve and never complained because she was trying to do what she thought she was supposed to do. "i always did my duty". something similar happens to her son when his father, cats husband, leaves with his two daughters to be an advisor to the king at the time. i think it's mentioned that, despite being the heir to winterfell, his family's giant castle, no one had ever seriously taught him about ruling a place like that?? which. okay. he's already thrust into taking up a paternal role to take care of his remaining siblings. he loses his mother for a time. when bran is in a coma, she shuts everyone out, focusing on taking care of her son. in doing so, she neglects to care for her two other children, robb and baby rickon. this leaves robb alone, now without his mother to guide him (he's also like 15 at this point) he's now ruling winterfell and acting as a father to his youngest sibling. she actually does leave when someone tries to kill bran with a dagger- seeking justice out for her son. the goes on a little journey (which is like most of her journey in the books but i'm glossing over it because it was kinda boring rip), and when she comes back she takes incredible psychic damage from seeing her son having grown up so fast. and i'm like, babes you're responsible for this. she always is so taken aback by how old he's starting to look. he grows a weird teen boy beard and she takes psychic damage. she's basically his biggest political advisor in his campaign as king in the north. maybe my thoughts aren't that complicated on that, but they both adhere so strictly to a code of honor and duty- it makes me mentally ill. and to know that it gets robb killed!!! they change this up in the show, and it isn't until the third book but knowing that robb betrayed his political alliance bc he made a mistake by sleeping with a girl and then marrying her the next morning bc it was the right thing to do and sticking by her?? the parallels with him and his dad... i feel like evaporated milk. 

howland reed. i can't really explain this one so much. never actually shows up in the books but has inexplicably strong dilf energy. one of like three good dads in the entire series. absolute unit on the basketball court. more fun in my head than cannon. if hbo ever does a roberts rebellion prequel i will have my ass parked in front of that tv screen so fast you won't even believe

and now i ask who your favorite three star trek characters are. thank for trying to teach me how to do the things on the tumblr :)

#asoiaf #this ended up being so long #i apologize

[davekitties]

oops I got high and rambled about gender my b

ironic that I only wear black (mainly) and my top 3 favorite pokemon are sylveon, skitty, and shiny virizion. the color pink, a longstanding enemy of mine, yet I still have a rather soft spot for it. to me, pink is defiant, but idk if others see it that way. a color chosen to represent women in today's society, scorn upon those who wear it "wrong," praise to those who do it "right." growing up, I always hated pink: it represented everything I never wanted to be. I never wanted to be a home maker and cook and clean and also work 40+ hours a week and take care of children. this terrified me as a child, and I grew to detest anything that would link me and femininity, ie., the color pink. I can't explain the rage my mother unleashed upon finding all the baby dolls I hadn't been playing with under my bed (re: at least a dozen). there were also unopened barbies and other baby/doll related toys and my mom grabbed one she'd gotten me recently and said, angrily, "come on, we are going to Walmart to exchange this for something you'd actually want." I, naively believed that I had finally gotten it to her, as I clutched my new giant stuffed orca plush I had found on clearance for $9 (she had spent like $40 on the gift we returned and I told her to keep the rest to make her feel better). but it was just one battle in the war to "make me a woman," something I never wanted to be.

eventually I would end up conforming to their ideals and standards (loosely) of how I was "supposed" to act and behave. I was too broken down, depressed, and tired of fighting. it was easier (on the surface level) to conform than it was to continue to fight. even still, though I tried my hardest to fill this role imposed upon me, I still loathed pink. anything but pink. pink was the personification of womanhood and why I hated living my life like this.

I was 17 when I first heard the term transgender. at first, I didn't get it (I'm a little dense sometimes), but then I kept reading the definition on that computer in the GT room that was being used to host the first ever meeting of the school's first ever GSA club. when I thought I finally understood it, my first thought was "yeah, makes sense," and then I moved on. I liked my skirts and my dresses, I liked to put on makeup every day, I liked to cook dinner every night, I didn't mind bending over backwards for everyone in my life.

when I was 19, it was a like a slap in the face one day. talking with a friend, it finally dawned upon me I didn't have to do this; I didn't have to *be* like this. I was... distraught, to say the least. a lot of things clicked into place for me (being a "tomboy," not liking "girly" toys or shows, always wearing "boys" clothes, having the feeling like there's something missing), and it *hurt*. what do you *mean* that I don't have be a woman if I don't want to be? this thought kept running through my head, along with the anger of everyone who forced me into being more feminine than I ever wanted to be.

I wanted to scream. I was so angry that it took 19 years of my life to find out that I didn't have to be a woman, that I could be literally *anything* else. it wasn't pink's fault. pink was whay I imagined was oppressing me, but it wasn't a simple color, it was society at large.

I'm older now, not as angry any more, but still sad. its not good to imagine how your life would have turned out if you had known information sooner, there's no use in speculating. I am what I am, neither man nor woman, and it's because of that that I feel comfortable enough to embrace pink again. pink has been a constant throughout my life, and I kind of hope that never goes away.

#long post #rambling post #davekitties rambles

[liopleurodean]

Season 7, Episode 20: The Girl With The Dungeons And Dragons Tattoo

That's awesome

Uh. Bobby?

Weird

Oh, good!

Great

Oh, that's fantastic

Yeah

Doesn't surprise me

That's... Wow

We're being domesticated

That's a nightmare

Charlie!

Yeah

That's just the cherry on top

Baby!!!

Near Chicago

That's just... so amazing

Indeed

She drives a Vespa?

Walking on Sunshine!

She looks so different from the rest

Yas, queen, work it!

A woman of taste

Dude. She has Pez dispensers of the entire Fellowship. I am in awe

She's got work buddies!

Wowww

Nah, he won't

I believe in her

Uh oh

Star Wars!

Big uh oh

Right

Uh...

She's got a GED and a give 'em hell attitude!!!

Right answer

That's kind of creepy

He means it

Three days? She was halfway there in five hours

Is this just fantasy?

Yeah

I mean, it's so fast for me to read, but it's not any worse than hacking I've seen in other shows, so...

WarGames!!!!! I love that movie!!!!

That's awesome, Frank

Oh, Dean and Charlie are gonna love each other

Eh...

Sorry, Bobby

Wake up, Charlie

Sure

Ooh! A beep!

Do it!

Heck yeah

Montage!

Kinda...

Poor guy

JOE BIDEN ASDFGHJKL

Run, Charlie. Run as fast as you can

Good excuse

Fandom saved her life

That won't help

Like holy water

The Winchesters!

Oh, boy

Corn-fed, huh?

Oh, yeah

Frank's cool like that

About a day

Yeah...

Dead serious

Ooh, nice background

Yay

Oh no

Very low

Yes! Absolutely take the Google job!

I really like her

And they can help

They've got it

Obviously

Interesting

Nah

Of course he does

Bobby!

Me too, Charlie

Aw

You got this, Charlie

Hermione!

True

There we go

Nice, Dean

It made a funky noise

Hey, I know a Charlene

She's acting off, though, she needs to act normal

Yeah, fair

Dang it, Bobby

She doesn't have time

Dean...

Yeah, this'll be fun

Not that simple

Dean.

That's actually awesome

Hey, there we go

Smooth

DEAN ASDFGHJKL

"this never happened" OH IT HAPPENED BUDDY

CHARLIE

Sam, you're gonna blow it

This is a trainwreck, I love it

And that's definitely Dean again. Powder her nose?

ASDFGHJKL

Definitely

Wow, that's just sad

That's definitely bad hacking, but okay

Uh oh

Bobby...

Dean knows that something is up

Oops

Good job, Charlie

Smooth

Yup

She's got this, Dean

That's why I love them

Now she looks somewhat normal

She's awesome

Oh, ew

Did that say Trump?

COURTESY OF MR. TRUMP

Oh yeah

This'll go well

Uh oh

This isn't good

Wait, what?

Ooh, flashback!

Clever

You're awesome, Charlie

Nice

Funky outfits!

Right

Yikes

I believe in you, Charlie

Is there something inside it?

What is she showing him?

Bobby...

Maybe

That's great

Poking is fun

Perseverance

He's acting too weird

She will not

That won't stop him, but it will delay him

Uh oh

Crap

Thank you, Bobby!

Run!

The boys!

Nah, she knows who her friends are

Now he can get his vengeance

I like this actor

Yup

She's probably got insurance, they could take her to a hospital

Um... fair? I guess?

Aw, okay

I believe it

Live long and prosper!

Oh yeah

Uh oh

Yeah, well...

Also, I really don't want to burn that flask

#ashla chick flick moments #supernatural #season 7 episode 20 #the girl with the dungeons and dragons tattoo

[sailsinstorms]

Legacy of the Girls - Part 10

Let's continue reading, shall we?

So last update it was WinterFest. The girls had a good time and it was a surprisingly PG holiday, which was great. I've been tweaking the Mods around a bit and the unnecessary amounts of sex have decreased, weird preferences have been fixed etc.

This is why I'm playing The Girls first before starting an actual legacy. This way, I can adjust everything to the way I like things. Like I said, I've only just started playing Sims 4 so everything is new.

Please remember that as you scroll through this update, haha!!

So to start things off, Hawea has decided he wants Molly to be his girlfriend. That's such exciting news! Congratulations Molly! Good luck Hawea...

All right, yep... celebrate all you want...

Ugh, now it's freaking Tina Peeping that's been coming around harassing the girls through the windows. I gotta do something about this. I gotta send a message - beating people up just isn't working anymore.

So I was clicking around and in one particular Mod there was an option to beat someone's head into the ground. Sure! That should sent a message, right?!

WRONG! Molly killed her.

*blank stare*

I accidentally made Molly kill someone...

Molly: No really, it's fine. I'm just gonna go back to my boyfriend now. Next time don't interrupt me.

MOLLY. Molly I didn't mean for that to happen. I thought you were just gonna rough them up a little. That kid is dead!

Molly: So I was thinking of ordering UberEats. How does cheesy toasted sandwiches sound?

Oh my God the Reaper is here. (TT_TT) Molly doesn't even care. What have I done?

The Reaper has a tablet. They keep track of their deaths using modern technology <3 I love it! I'm both happy and sad at the same time. What are these emotions?!

Oops. I should really start paying more attention to what's going on around me. This is a classic case of not realizing the consequences - or thinking I can get away with something. Is that it? Maybe there's another lesson to be learned here...

I'll figure it out.

Reaper: Hey, so ya girl Molly just beat a kid to death outside. I'm gonna need you to go into a blind panic for the next few hours. Also, please sign here *holds out tablet* Do you want the receipt for this sent to your email or..?

Reaper: Knight to D6. Peace out squad. *shimmers away*

And Molly gets rewarded with a promotion.

The world works in mysterious ways I guess.

Radley can you be careful please? Please don't set yourself on fire. I'm like really nervous now. I feel like I'm gonna be the one to get the bad karma and something is going to happen to one of you.

These two are just a never ending love rocket at the moment.

Winter and Marcel have also been hitting it off really well. Here they are having their first kiss. Winter is actually supposed to be wearing clothes right now but for some reason the lag on her getting changed was super slow.

I'm sure all the other Sim God's out there understand..

He's so lovely. He actually goes around and fixes anything that is broken in the house. What a good guy. He's also married but that hasn't stopped any of us so far, so... not for long my guy. Not for long.

Loren: Please get OFF the table! I just want to eat my food, Mya! Seriously! Mya: *genuinely confused*

I had Solar make a bunch of food because I decided I wanted them to have a New Years Party. Halfway through her huge cook-up it looks like she got sick? She started getting all dazed and spinny.

Please be okay, baby <3

The regulars were invited. Makoa and Don, the household's favorite boys - as well as Mortimer Goth, Darumk and his wife, and Hiroki, Marcel and Hawea. There was also some chick from Loren's work. I think they were in a commercial together.

Everyone had a good time <3

Winter did have a brief fight with Darumk about something. From the looks of things it was him getting angry at her, because maybe she wanted to see him without his briefs on? I'm not sure. I'm just speculating.

But immediately afterwards they were sipping wine and laughing about the good old days.

Loren and Hiroki were all over each other. Loren convinced him to leave his wife, which he was more than happy to do by the way. So he's officially a man with no strings attached, dating a young adult romance sim who currently wants to have 3 serious relationships going at the same time.

I feel like he's gonna be going through some stuff, but we'll see!

Solar and Vanessa were the last ones standing for New Years. Which was surprising since Solar was soooo dizzy all night.

Molly: Hey Winter, you left the stove on.

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#thesims4 #thesims #sims legacy #simblr #ts4

[deadcrybabysmut]

took two tabs of acid 12 hours ago and im still reeling. today has been a chaotic rollercoaster of laughter, tears, and anger—so much fucking anger.

i don't know how I would have managed to make it through the day if it weren't for the two people who understand me and see me and resonate with me the most. they grounded me. especially when i couldn't handle my trip going south when their shitty mom came home and fucked up the vibe.

anyway i wanna sort of get out what happened tonight in this post so i can essentially look back on it later 🤸🏽‍♀️

also, every one of our seven cats avoided me like the plague while tripping and that made me so fucking sad, until i realized i was probably freaking them out lmao which is understandable and if I were them I'd have told me to go fuck myself too tbh

ok so when i initially took the tabs, i was already twenty minutes into watching I Am a Hero which I lowkey was expecting to be horrific—boy was I fucking WRONG 🤡🤡🤡 this movie was too fucking funny FOR WHAT?

—had me crying about what I would do if the only foods available during the apocalypse were all the ones I hated (i would simply die bc ain't no way im eating eggs or pork or seafood like what kind of shit is that?? 😵🤮🤮) THEN I started thinking about the mfs who would get bit and not say anything! like BITCH HELLO????? WHY MUST WE SUFFER BC YOU WERE THE WEAK LIIINK???!! but then I was like lol same 🤭 bc fuck you lucky mfs. yeah, im butthurt and y'all ain't gon know until it's too late oop 💁🏽

there was also some weird "i shouldn't be a creep bc she's a high schooler and it's a crime" type moment which led to me giggling about how Hideo really almost became a meal for copping a feel??? idk shit was funny in the moment really and hearing HOW the girl got bit before all that, made it so much funnier (spoiler: it was by some stupid baby lol what a loser. to get turned by someone with six baby teeth lmfaoo couldn't be me. anyway...)

there's only one zombie I have to talk about—THAT FUCKING ATHLETIC ONE. bitch ain't no way mans was training that entire time for that fucking hard, and no one put it together???!?! I saw dude's caved in head and how he would THROW HIMSELF onto his head FOR FUN and I just KNEW we needed to keep an eye on that mf. he killed that shit tbh 🤣🤣

anyway by the end of the movie i had already cried twice about having to eat eggs if zombies were running rampant lmao and i damn near had a stroke laughing at ol girl becoming half a zombie bc of the six baby teeth that scraped the back of her neck. LIKE????? idk. fortunately, 10/10 recommend watching on acid / would do again! maybe! 👉🏼👉🏼

*just gonna throw in here that we started watching Robin Hood Men in Tights immediately after this, and if you've seen that movie, you KNOW that shit was hilarious! throw in an acid trip and it's a fucking masterpiece 💀 unfortunately we didn't get through it all because shitty mom showed up and pissed everyone off bc she refused to eat anything all day and decided it would be everyone's problem! we made her food, she didn't eat it. her husband bought her food, she didn't eat it. instead, she cried about feeling nauseous, picked a fight with her husband over nothing, then told us she was leaving to her mom's house. 😐😐 After reassuring me they were ok, I made my siblings go to bed and spent two hours talking myself down I was so fucking livid. I'm still very much wide awake and functional, but I really don't want to be soo I'm going to force myself to crash I guess???

#shut up rae #dont do drugs kids #lmao #jk don't listen to me #do what you want #but be safe #or don't #i don't know nor give a fuck just do u bro #bro i love acid lmao #psychedelics make things better #ok its 7am i need to sleep omg #bye

[sparklingchim]

long way home 03 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.5k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

rating: pg

warnings: jealous jk, drunk oc

summary: the one where you had a little too much to drink and, oops, your lips are pressed against someone else's.

a/n: enjoy sad dilf jk hours <3

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08| 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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When Jungkook got texts from you saying "hiiiii" - "are u still up?" - "i could call a cab but id like to save money" - "hi?" - "lemme call u" - "oh youre online" - "hiii" - "pls take me home?" - "<3" he knew that you had one or two - who was he shitting - probably more than five drinks too much.

It's past 3 am and he's driving through empty streets with Nabi sleeping in the backseat in her little baby seat.

When Jungkook parks right in front of the bar he immediately catches sight of you. And you do too because your legs start walking toward his car and Jungkook can't keep his eyes from gawking at your beautiful body. Your exposed legs, your thighs, your cleavage and that glowing smile curving your lips make Jungkook's heart beat a little faster. You're stunning. And he'll never get over how stunning you are.

Jungkook would have helped you getting into his car but apparently he spent too much time staring at your gorgeous beauty. You stumbled into the passenger's seat before he even had the chance to get out of the car and assist you.

"Kookie," you greet him, way too enthusiastically. You throw your arms around his neck and pull him in for a hug. "Hii," you say against his neck.

He has to bite back a smile as he hugs you back. "Hey, baby." Jungkook makes sure to put your seat belt on when you lean back again.

When you notice Nabi in the back you halt for a moment. "I shouldn't be too loud." Jungkook nods, driving the car from the parking lot and heading home.

"Had fun tonight?"

"Mhmm," you smile. "A lot, actually."

"Where was Seulgi?"

"She's still there with Jimin. Dunno how they're not exhausted yet." You play with Jungkook's tattooed fingers when he has his hand around the gear shift.

It seems like you're in deep thoughts when you suddenly speak again. "Hey, remember when you were almost two hours late at picking up Nabi last week? That was not nice of you."

"I know, it'll never happen again. I'm sorry." He sighs, sounding disappointed. Jungkook still cringes whenever he thinks of that night and he feels bad for treating you like that.

"It's okay. I do stupid things too sometimes."

"No you don't," he denies. "You never do."

"I did something very stupid today," you confess.

Jungkook sends a quick glance to your side. He can't figure out if you really mean that or if it's just your intoxicated brain over dramatising an insignificant occurrence. You're drunk, you could have done anything, really.

"Mind to tell me or is this gonna be another one of your secrets that you'll hoard for the rest of your life?" He still gets amused just by the fact of quoting your high-school self when Jungkook was in your bedroom after school and was looking through your stuff on the desk and found your diary. He teased you and you ran after him and he held the diary up in the air and laughed when you tried to jump to reach it. You told him that all the pages were full of you crushing on a boy and Jungkook got so curious because he never experienced you having a crush on any boy in school. Eventually he gave the diary back to you because he wasn't an ass and because he respected your privacy and maybe because Jungkook didn't know how he'd feel once he would know on which boy you were having a crush on. Not happy, he knew that for sure.

His thoughts get ripped away when he hears you whispering your confession.

"I kissed Jimin tonight."

"You - what?" He expected a lot. But not that.

"I don't know - we, we were dancing and then I turned around and then he was there and his hands were on my body and it felt nice so I leaned closer and had a better view on his lips - his lips look so beautiful, Jungkook. Like, I couldn't stop myself because they just looked so kissable. And then it just happened but not for too long...well, if I think about it - maybe it was long, I don't know."

You slump back on the seat. "I just - we work together and, and I don't want this to be messy. I mean, I don't even know if I have feelings for him. He's just - kind and sweet and he makes me feel good."

You whine. "Jungkook."

He's glad that he has to stop at a red light because now he can look at you and doesn't have to watch you ramble and getting frustrated with understanding your emotions through the corner of his eye.

"I'm confused," you pout.

He is too. Not because he doesn't understand his feelings toward someone he kissed at a bar. But because he thought that he managed to storage that weird emotion of bitterness away that always came up soaring his body when you talked about another guy. He thought he had it under control. But yet here he was, struggling to prevent his hands to form fists around the steering wheel.

You return his gaze with big eyes, like he has all the answers to all the questions in the world. Like he could catch all the desirable stars from the night sky and give them to you.

"You're drunk, baby. Your thoughts are a mess right now anyways, so don't overthink it. Tomorrow you can think about it with a clearer mind, yeah?"

"Don't call me that."

"Hm?" Jungkook asks. He's called you baby a thousand times before.

"It makes my heart feel so...dunno...soft? It feels strange, Koo. I don't know if my heart should be feeling like that." You close your eyes and frown. You should have stopped drinking hours ago, Jungkook can see that. But he makes a mental note to call you baby more often because just the thought of your heart feeling soft whenever he calls you that makes his own one grow softer as well.

"You need sleep," he comments.

"I need cuddles."

"You can get them once we're at my place."

"Mh no, not your cuddles."

"Huh?" Now Jungkook is the one twisting his face into a confused frown. But when you're suddenly turn and bend over the small space between the driver's seat and the passenger's seat Jungkook understands who's cuddles you are in need for.

"Y/n, no you can't-" Both his hands are on your waist. Luckily the seat belt it stopping you from going any further. Your already short dress is hiking up the more you resist his grasp. He doesn't look but - okay, maybe he looked at your cute bum for a split second but it's really not his fault because it was there, right in front of his eyes and he just took a short glimpse at it.

You huff and give in, allowing Jungkook to push you back to your seat. The traffic lights turn green again the second you're properly sitting again.

"Nabi's sleeping right now and I doubt she'll be happy being woken up right now - even if it's for cuddles."

You massage your temple with closed eyes. Your little stunt probably got you a little dizzy.

"These shoes are killing me," you groan, taking your heels off.

"You do the same shit every time," Jungkook says, watching how you rub your sore feet against each other.

"But see how cute they look?" you defend, pointing at your heels.

And right after you say that Jungkook parks his car in front of his apartment building. Within a few seconds Jungkook opens up the door at your side and grabs you by the waist to throw you over his shoulder. You squeak surprised but don't protest. It's not like this is the first time he has done this. He pulls your dress down so now weirdo that lurks around the street can see anything.

Jungkook doesn't forget to get your shoes from the car, letting them dangle on his fingers tips. He manages to get Nabi out of the car too, careful not to cause too much movement to not wake her from her deep sleep.

After Jungkook helped you changing into some comfy clothes that you left at his place for moments like this you insist on letting Nabi sleep between Jungkook and you in his bed. Jungkook gives in, knowing that arguing with you while you're drunk isn't going to lead anywhere.

So he lays on his side and watched Nabi and you sleep. Jungkook still can't get Jimin out of his mind. But he forces himself not to think about too much. It's just a kiss. And you even said that you weren't sure if you had feelings for him. You were probably just drunk. That's all.

He bops Nabi's small nose with a little smile on his lips and then proceeds to gently brush you hair behind your ear. You mumble something incoherent and snuggle into his palm that he rested against your cheek.

Forever, Jungkook thought. He could go to bed like this forever. Watch over his most precious girls and fall asleep to that beautiful view.

But those thoughts were just dreams and Jungkook stopped believing in dreams coming true a long time ago.

#jungkook fic #jeon jungkook #dilf jungkook #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts scenario #jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic