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chrollohearttags · 28 days

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sweet like frosting • e. jaeger

y’all are still getting the full fic bc I’m in too deep now and I rather take my time on it but I had to give a lil something before the day is completely gone 😭 let’s call this an excerpt. happy birthday daddy <333

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burgundy lights scattered across the room, soft echoes of thumping R&B music played from the surround sound of the television set…the lewd acts depicted in the song being acted out right there in that bedroom. Satin ropes stretched from the side of the headboard and binding to each of the pale flushed wrists coiling around them. At the moment, it was all that could be seen of the man they were attached to..

“Mmmm…there you go. Use your tongue, baby..and slow down. Take your time, we’ve got all night…”

your words drowned out in a soft, illustrious moan. His own muffled by the cushion of your plump ass seated on his face. That silky, slick ridden mound dredging across his lips and grinding on his mouth…honestly, he couldn’t have asked for a more ideal view. Or a gift for that matter. After all, it was his special day. His to celebrate and spend exactly as he pleases. And what better way to do so than devouring the sweet cunt of his beloved? Letting those divine juices trickle all down his face, chin and even to his throat. “Ah—haaa..fuck..yes.” (Y/N) cried out, tossing your head to the ceiling with a loud cry releasing from your throat. It was hard to tell who’s birthday was which because both of you were equally doused in ecstasy at the moment. But truth be told, he’d never been so spoiled before. It wasn’t enough that you had paid for this elaborate trip to commemorate him turning twenty six. But the fact that he had been pampered with expensive gifts and now, you were fucking him senseless. Slathering his twitching cock with strings of sloppy spit earlier from allowing him to fuck your throat and now using them to stroke his shaft with those long acrylics curled around it. There wasn’t a better way to spend his birthday and he wouldn’t trade it for the world. Especially when all he had to do was lie here and let you give his body the ultimate amount of pleasure. Even more so than his body could withstand..trembling and whimpering, Eren let out more muffled cries and clawed into the flesh of his own palms. His legs shook violently as pools of precum leaked from his aching head. It wasn’t hard to deduce what he wanted. You could all but sense the desperation in the way he scraped his tongue around your folds and even flicked it around that puckering asshole. If he begged hard enough..maybe you’d feel inclined to give it to him.

“Oooh..you wanna come, don’t you, babyboy? You’re trembling..poor thing. Maybe I should ride this dick..let me nut all over it…suck that shit off when I’m done. I know you’d love that.”

but for now…you were enjoying this far more than you should have. And maybe it was a bit self motivated. But something told you that he didn’t mind too much. So as long as you were satisfied..after all, the best part about this cake was the sweet, delicious frosting that filled his mouth at the moment and he’d greedily feast, licking the plate clean so long as you allowed him.

“Eat all you want..this is all for you, daddy. You’re the only one who can get me like this..keep making me come. It’s all yours..”

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lokirulzart · 8 months

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WILD WEST AU!!!!

You ever notice that when fools do a western AU, they cheap out on the horses or ignore them entirely??? WELL NOT HERE, FOLKS. ONLY THE HIGHEST QUALITY HORSE CONTENT. BECAUSE I LOVE Y’ALL AND ALSO HORSES.

Frank has a snooty Appaloosa because he’s fancy, but also appaloosas are reliable trail horses, so that means he can go bug collecting without worrying much. His insect collection is the envy of all the rich collectors in the whole county.

Wally ended up with a chestnut Arabian mare, because Wally is too small for a bigger horse and I just think it’s funny. HANG ON THERE, PARDNER!! SHE’S A WILD ONE!!! Luckily, Wally is usually unaware of his own horse acting up, and the mare ends up tiring herself out just because Wally simply doesn’t even notice her… he’s too busy spacing out. But he’s one of the best Bronco Busters around thanks to her!

Hunter/trapper/fur trader Barnaby has himself a lovely Shire mare with a sweet and patient disposition. She has no trouble carrying whatever Barnaby has hunted as well as big ol’ Barnaby himself… but he still feels bad about making her work, so he only ever hunts what he needs to in order to get by.

Julie and her mustang are BOTH wild. Julie had the chance to tame her, but instead she just fed off of her spirited energy and now the two of them just tear around being crazy together, getting into trouble, rolling in the dust… Julie wouldn’t have it any other way.

What better steed for a Pony Express postal worker than a sure footed mule?! Seriously, mules are the mountain goats of the equine world. Eddie’s mule might not be as fast of a sprinter as some horses, but this animal can trek over ANY terrain, ensuring that all of the mail gets delivered on time. They have yet to miss a single delivery.

(Snake oil) Salesman Howdy Pillar has a general store in town as WELL as a covered wagon to travel around, ensuring that everyone gets the best deals on their pork ‘n’ beans, biscuits, tobacco, and tonics. You want it? Howdy’s GOT it… and his team of 3 dapple gray Connemara ponies, and one brown one, will make sure that you can get it… also the tallest character having the smallest horses makes me giggle.

Poppy doesn’t have a rideable horse yet, which is perhaps for the best. She spends a lot of time at Howdy’s general store or riding in his wagon. She is his best customer. But she has recently come by a thoroughbred foal that she is now raising from a bottle. So perhaps one day very soon Poppy will have her own tall and elegant steed to carry her around… let’s just hope he’s not too fast for her.

Sally is a performer at the local saloon by night and helps out with cleaning during the day… she knows NOTHING about horses… but one night, after all the local drunks went home, a poor American Paint got left behind. Nobody came back to claim the animal, so Sally boards him at the local ranch and visits often. She hopes one day to learn how to ride him, but it’s slow going. She is, after all, a singer and actress first.

AND THEN HOME THE SALOON!! YOU DIDN’T THINK I’D FORGET HOME, DID YOU?? He has a small stable in the back and a second floor, where Wally lives! Wally gets to spend all his free time hanging out, meeting up with his friends, and drinking all the apple juice he wants! (Just don’t tell him it’s apple juice, he’ll get confused. He thinks he’s just drinking whiskey like everyone else. It’s easier this way.) Also Home is the only saloon that can kick out belligerent drunk people itself!

Also Bonus OCs, Luna O’Hare the bilingual cartographer (created by @m0stlygh0st) and Simon, my boy, the ranch hand! Luna has an Andalusian that she likes to dress up, braid it’s mane, and stick flowers in it-… as snacks for later. They’re also grazing buddies and Luna can often be found eating the horse feed because it’s so similar to rabbit food. Simon has a gelding Quarter Horse with golden retriever energy and not a single braincell to his name. Poor Simon… but at least his horse loves him.

YEEHAW!!!! 🤠

#welcome home #wally darling #frank frankly #barnaby b beagle #julie joyful #Eddie dear #howdy pillar #poppy partridge #sally starlet #welcome home oc #cowboy AU #western AU #wild west AU #horses

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naturesapphic · 24 days

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Exhaustion

Mommy!Rhea ripley x little!fem!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, soft!Mommy Rhea, reader being obsessed with rheas muscles and boobs, age regression

Closing the front door with a slight slam, you immediately threw off your shoes and bag and landed face first into the couch. Rhea heard some commotion down stairs and made sure that it was you who came inside. She slowly made her way downstairs and found you laying face down into the couch with Barry whining at you for your attention and with luna and ryuk at your feet chilling.

She frowned and walked over to you and crouched down. “Hey possum. You alright?” Rhea said softly, her accent showing more than ever in this moment. You lifted your head and saw your big, buff, scary girlfriend giving you a worried and soft look which making you feel bad for worrying her. You knew you couldn’t lie to her so you just slowly shook your head no and Rhea gave you a sympathetic sigh. “What happened babygirl?. Come on…you can tell mommy.” She said, gently coaxing you into your headspace.

You looked up at her with big vulnerable eyes that quickly got filled with tears. “Bad day…a-at work..” you managed to get out as Rhea slowly picks you up off the floor and into her strong arms. When you were in her strong embrace that’s when you started sobbing into her arms. “Shhh shhh…it’s okay my little possum…mommy’s here…shhh…she’s got you…” she softly whispered as she holds you close to her and gently rocks you.

“Let’s go get you changed into your pajamas okay princess?” Rhea spoke softly as she carried you up the stairs into y’all’s shared bedroom and picked out a mike wazowski onesie and helped you put it on. Then Rhea got out her matching onesie and put it on, it was a sully one which you love when your mommy matches with you. “Now since we have our pjs on, let’s go down into the kitchen and make us something to eat while we watch something. Does that sound okay little one?” Your mommy said as she kneels down to your eye level and smiles at you.

You looked up at her with a small smile and nodded your head. “Good girl.” She said as she knew sometimes you went quiet but you still tried to communicate with her back and she appreciates that. She picks you up again and places you on her hip as she carried you down the stairs and into the kitchen and she places you down on top of the counter. “What does my little possum want today?” She said with a high pitched voice, well tried to, her voice is naturally very calm or unless she’s at work it has to be very serious and scary and she never lets you see that side of her when you are in your headspace.

You did a cute thinking face that always made rheas heart melt and you decided on what you wanted. “Maccheese!” You sputtered out happily and Rhea knew exactly what you wanted since you said so fast. “Mac n cheese it is babygirl. Why don’t I put my little pony on in the living room and you sit with Barry, Luna, and Ryuk while I make your Mac n cheese. Can you do that for mommy?” She said as she started to get two boxes of mac n cheese out for you. You nodded your head and jumped off the counter and waddled over to the living room where the animals where laying on the couch.

You giggled excitedly seeing them and gently got up on the couch to sit between them. Barry woke up and immediately got into your lap licking your face as you started squealing happily. Rhea heard you from in the kitchen and a big smile erupted on her face as she knows that you are feeling better. A few moments later and your food was done, she made herself a bowl and you one with your favorite juice in your favorite cup. She walks into the living room to see ryuk near your head on top of the couch, Luna at your side and Barry on your lap as you watch my little pony.

Rhea gently moves Barry so he’s beside you and moves Luna over there with him so your mommy can sit beside you which makes you smile up at her. She gives you a smile back and leans down softly to give you a gentle peck on your lips that makes you blush. “So cute.” She whispers against your lips which makes you go shy and hide in her muscular arm. She chuckles and removes you gently from her arm and gives you another peck on your lips. “Eat babygirl.” She told demanded gently to you and you nodded as you obeyed her and started to eat.

Throughout eating, Barry and Luna was trying to sneakily grab a treat from y’all’s bowls and it was funny seeing your mommy shoo them away. After y’all ate, you started yawning and rubbing your eyes, signaling your mommy that it was time for bed. Another thing you do when you get sleepy is to nibble on her muscles, which is what you are doing right now. She gently picks you up in her strong arms and sets you on her hip to where you can still nibble on her muscles. She doesn’t mind when you do it, she takes pride knowing that you love her muscles and if you want to bite and nibble on them, so be it. Plus she likes having your teeth marks on them as well.

She heads up the stairs with the animals trailing behind her, and goes into the bedroom and turns on all of the fans, knowing that you love when y’all’s room gets cold as it helps you sleep. She gently tucks you in the bed and she slips into her side of the bed and you automatically get on top of her and wrap your body around hers. Your hands go to the front of her onesie and you gently pull down the zipper so you can sneak your hands onto her breast. Another thing she finds cute is how you love her breast and always wants to be touching, suckling or just laying on them. She reached over to the nightstand and gently put your paci onto your lips and you started suckling on it softly. You fell asleep on top of your mommy as she holds you tight into her safe embrace. No matter what kind of day you have, your mommy will always be here to make it better.

A/n: I’ve done age regression on almost all of my other characters and I saw that there was very little of Rhea being a caregiver so i thought would start writing for that. Let me know if y’all like it and want more :) Requests are still open for all of my characters including of course Rhea ripley/Demi Bennett. I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here's my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y'all!

#rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley x fem reader #rhea ripley x you #demi bennett x reader #demi bennett #mommy!rhea ripley #caregiver!rhea ripley

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love-me-satoru · 5 months

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Triple Thread

satosugu x reader 🫶

warnings-sugu being mean,office sex,pussy eating, teasing the good stuffs

a/n: ooooop! i love this one mostly because i love satoru and suguru

smuuut under the cut 🫶

You’ve been secretly dating Gojo and Geto for a few months now. You’re all teachers at Jujustu Tech. The only other person who knows about your relationship is your best friend Shoko.

But every time two of you got some free time you always end up in each others offices. either it be a quickly or a make out session.

This time suguru was the one who trapped you. Pulling you into his office he nearly slams you against the door hands roaming your body to your waist.

“God i missed you”

“You same this morning sugu..”

“And? I still missed you”

He’s slowly kissing behind your ear down to your neck you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. You wrap your fingers in his hair.

“Please fuck me sugu..”

He picks you up taking you to his desk. He’s missing you hard pulling you to him.

“I wanna taste you baby”

“Hurry please..”

He drops to his knees and pulls off your panties licking a long stripe from your hold to your clit. grabbing your clit with his teeth. sucking hard

“Oh my god sugu!”

“Shush baby. You don’t want to get caught right?”

He goes back to sucking your clit and slowly eases one finger inside you. You cover your own mouth knowing you’ll only get louder. you start squirming trying to close your legs around his head.

“Gunna cum sugu!”

“Cum for me baby”

You’re pulling his messy bun to pull him closer to your cunt he’s just lapping all of your juices softly moaning his name. You tug his hair to get him to come back to you. You pull him into a hot kiss savoring your juices on his tongue.

“Please sugu.. i can’t wait anymore” you said whining

“I got you princess”

He pulls out his hard cock already leaking precum he softly taps your clit with his tip and slowly runs it through your pink folds

“Stop teasing me sugu”

He slowly eases himself inside of you forcing out such pretty sounds from the both of you. Suguru starts slowly pumping his cock inside of you and lazily starts running your clit. when he starts to pick up the pace your phone starts ringing. Knowing exactly who it was from the special ringtone you wanted to ignore it but Suguru had other plans. He starts going faster.

“Answer it.”

“He can wait sugu.. Please.”

His hips still slowly starting to pull out.

“You answer it now or I stop completely”

You’re whining and picked up your phone answering it you hear his voice.

“Hey baby! what took you so long to answer?”

“Hi toru.. i just wasn’t by my phone..”

Suguru just starts slamming into you fully filling you up which causes you to yelp.

“Are you okay baby.?”

“I’m fine toru..” Trying to hold back your moans.

As Satoru starts talking about random things Suguru whispers in your ear

“Let’s see how long you can last princess” he lets out a soft laugh.

You’re literally losing your mind. You’re not paying attention to anything Satoru is saying to focused on Suguru’s abuse on your cunt. He’s getting rougher and tugging in your clit. you pulled the phone away from your face to let out a soft moan.

Suguru mouths “No cheating”

You pull the phone back to your face when Suguru smirked at you and grabbed your hard nipple through your shirt which made you break.

You let out a broken moan. “Suguru!”

Satoru mumbles through the phone “Suguru?”

You’re already caught you just let out more moans. He’s still snapping his hips into yours letting out scattered laughs.

“Y’all are having fun without me?” Satoru acting shocked.

“Sorry.. Toru-“

You said moaning out the call ends abruptly. You dropped the phone when Suguru pulls you into another kiss. Next thing you know you hear the door open and there stands Satoru.

“You really need to lock the door Sugu.”

“Shut up Satoru and get over here.”

He shuts the door and locks it before making his way to Suguru. Suguru pulls Satoru into a heated kiss. you’re staring in awe whining feeling a little left out. Satoru sits next to you pulling you into a make out session.

“She’s so pretty like this huh Satoru?”

“Of course.”

He’s smirking and runs his hand down to your clit it’s starting to become too much

“Wanna cum please.. Sugu.. Please. Toru.. Please..”

“Oooh should we let her cum Suguru?”

“Hm.. I don’t know Satoru.”

You’re nodding your head up and down.

“Should we let you cum baby?”

“Yes!Yes!Yes! Please. please! Let me cum!”

“Go ahead baby cum for us.”

Satoru is rubbing your clit viciously as Suguru’s thrusts are getting sloppy

“Oh my god! i’m cumming!”

Satoru pulls you into another kiss to muffle your moans while your clench around Suguru and squirt all over him while he fills your womb with his see.

“Holy shit baby..” They same simultaneously.

“That was new..” You fully lay on Suguru’s desk blissed out of your mind literally about to pass out when you got a text from Shoko.

- “Y’all are nasty.”-

You laugh and show your boys which pulled a little giggle out of both of them when Satoru piped up.

“Princess you better not be too tired. You’re gonna do that again when we get home” Suguru laughs.

All three of you canceled the rest of your classes for the day and went headed home to continue what you started. After that busy day you had a hard time walking.

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angsty-twihardxx · 1 year

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heyy victoriaaa!!

i was reading thru your tommy masterlist (because i'm just craving good tommy content) and an idea popped in my head.

if you're taking requests/concepts in, maybe you could do a tommy x reader where reader is shy and "innocent", but to their friend (insert random name) they talk about how badly reader wants to "save a horse, ride a cowboy" w/ tommy miller, and juuust as reader finishes saying that, tommy hears it, so he just spends a week teasing + seducing reader, until she does something about it (maybe tease him right back)

JUST AN IDEA I THOUGHT YOU'D ENJOY! 🤫

MICHELLE—!! Your very much correct because I did in fact enjoy! ❤️

Warning: 18++ (minors y’all better get outta here I stg) smut, PnV. Tommy being such a tease, but it’s okay you get him back.

AN: y’all voted for smut on the poll so I provide, come get y’all juice <3

P.s teehee imagine him looking up at you like this when your riding him 🫣

SUCH A TEASE | T.MILLER

Springtime in Jackson had a lot of benefits, like more animals to be hunted, better harvest with lots of different types of crops which made for better food. The only downside, for you at least was how more precise patrols had to be. When the weather was warmer meant a higher possibility for infected and poachers. Which unfortunately for you meant that Tommy was out slot longer than you would like.

It was nearing ten at night when Tommy, Joel and the others finally arrived back home from patrol. Being stuck dealing with hoards of infected, it came to be no surprise that all he wanted to do was come home and see you.

After packing away his horse and gun, Tommy began his walk down to the Main Street. When it came to you staying up late for him to come home, which was alot more often as of late— Tommy knew exactly where you would be waiting for him.

Down inside the Tipsy Bison you were currently leaning against the bar along with one of your girlfriends, who came to keep you company. You were grateful that she stopped by because you always had the tendency to worry whenever Tommy would, your mind would flip through every worst scenario in your head like a good book. But Louise knew how to distract you, which apparently was by telling you her latest late night rendezvous with a particular coworker of yours.

“Okay Lou, please spare me the details. I’m working with him tomorrow morning and I don’t want to be traumatised.” You giggled, the few drinks the two of you drank together were already beginning to have its effect.

Absently your eyes drifted towards the saloon doors, your boyfriend still nowhere in sight. Sadly no amount of alcohol could ease your worries when it came to Tommy, the man was headstrong— which wasn’t always a good thing. “Hey I’m sure he’s okay.” Louise squeezed your hand reassuringly, despite your bubbly personality, she could still see how worried you were. “Now c’mon enough about me and more about you.”

Tommy smiled when the sound of your laughter filled his ears, after being gone all day all he wanted to do was spend the rest of his night with you. He felt bad, as of late he had been gone out on patrol longer than he was home with you. As he walked up behind you though, he was not expecting his hears to perk up at the mention of his name.

“Oh my God! You're worse than me! Does Tommy know about this?” Louise exclaimed hysterically,

“No-no but it's a thing I swear, I heard it's a saying. ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

Tommy couldn’t help but raise his brows in surprise, you never mentioned such interests to him before, his sweet innocent baby had a dirty little secret.

His mind instantly flooded him with images of you bucking your hips on top of him, his hands gripping on your warm velvet skin. The moans that would fall out of your mouth as you rolled on top of him as you reached your orgasm.

“Hey Tommy!” Louise called out to him, her pestilential voice rang through his ears. He returned her wave with a painful smile for the sake of niceties.

Your head quickly spun around to look behind you, the man you had been worrying about for the past couple of hours was standing behind you with a wide smile. “Had me worried for a second there.” You mumbled against his denim jacket, his muscly arms engulfing you into his chest. Everything felt perfect again now that you knew he was back safe with you.

"Sorry darlin.” He spoke softly as he kissed your hair, taking in your scent. A quiet groan falling from his mouth but luckily for him it was far too loud for you to hear. Tommy really couldn’t believe that you were hiding this little secret from him, especially one that he was quite fond of.

Tommy had a plan to get it out of you though, that was for sure.

. . .

You had no idea what your boyfriend was up to but you didn’t know how much more you could take. Since that night out with Louise he had been nothing but an absolute tease, and he knew what he was doing. He was always a flirt but he had taken it to a whole new level. His hands wandered more than usual, he flirted way more than he usually would.

What would usually be a quick peck in the morning before work, turned into a steamy kiss with his hands gripping onto your ass; making it absolutely infuriating when he’d pull away with some bullshit excuse. Leaving you high and dry, it was driving you insane!

The morning after your night out with Louise he got you as far as a writhing hot mess with both of your lips locked onto each other, only stopping to take gasps for air. You moaned against his mouth, as his tongue danced against yours. Arousal begins to pool in between your legs as he drops his warm kisses down to the nape of your neck, every now and again sucking on the soft skin.

“S-shit Tommy.” You let out a broken moan, your fingers gripped onto his crimson curls. Tommy couldn’t help the playful smile when an evil idea popped into his head, lifting his lips away from you.

No words left your mouth as it fell agape, your eyes looking up at his confused. “Why don’t you take what you want sweetheart?” Tommy whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. For a moment you stood still in shock, never had he just plainly offered up the power to you like this. You had no idea what to do so instead you sat beside him frozen, noticing the devilish grin on his face.

“I-I dont–” Your head shook in confusion as you stuttered, this wasn’t the first time he had you lost for words like this. Tommy was a flirt, just as bad as he was the night he met you.

“It’s okay baby, why don’t you get ready for work? Wouldn’t want you to be late.” He gave you a chaste kiss on the lips before getting up from the spot beside you on the sofa and moving to the kitchen to make your coffee for the morning. Tommy wasn’t able to wipe the smile off his face as he thought about how wet you’d be all day thanks to him. Maybe you would give in quicker than he thought.

. . .

The next time was a few days after when he informed you that Joel invited the two of you to his home with Ellie for dinner, which you were elated about. Maybe if you were with the company of his brother, Tommy might actually calm down. You were beginning to get agitated with your lack of orgasm in the past couple of days, Tommy was the biggest tease and you didn’t know how long you could hold on.

You figured that he was surely finished with whatever game he was playing.

Well, that was what you thought until you arrived home and moved straight to your shared bedroom to get ready, and out waltzed Tommy in nothing but a towel wrapped around his toned torso. You froze because of course you did, he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

The muscles in his arms flexed as he brushed his teeth but your eyes fixated on his hands, you wondered what he would do with them if you rode him. If he would run them through your hair and pull on the ends so he could leave purple marks on the soft skin of your neck. Or if he would wrap his hands around your neck, taking the air straight out of your lungs.

His hair was still wet, beads of water dripped from his curls onto his bronzed shoulders. The faint remnants of how close you got to getting him the way you wanted only a few days ago. Red scratches lavished his olive skin like an artist's signature on a painting. A sense of pride washed over you with the thought of him taking his shirt off during the hot days in Jackson, how he loved the idea of everyone knowing you were his and vice versa.

You were so busy admiring the man in front of you that you didn’t even realise his eyes on you. When Tommy offered you a wide smile you quickly adverted your gaze, pretending your eyes weren’t just greedily glued to the raven hair path that stopped at the top of his towel. Your cheeks reddened as you turned to get changed, ignoring the pulsating yearning feeling you had to take him right here. Dinner be damned!

Tommy knew that his plan was working from the way you always avoided his gaze when he’d catch you watching him. He was driving you crazy and he knew it, he loved catching you in the act. How flustered and embarrassed you’d get. You wanted him just as much as he needed you.

He had you exactly where he wanted you.

Tommy couldn’t for the life of him, stop thinking about you. His teeth pressed against his knuckles, his eyes would glance back at you as you would speak. His usually soft caramel eyes were nearly black as he undressed you with his eyes. Those devilish denim shorts that were driving him wild, he wanted your thighs wrapped around his waist as he drilled into you. Fuck he needed his hands on you.

You jumped the second Tommy’s hand reached over to graze along the soft skin of your thigh, the two of you sitting beside each other at Joel’s home. Surely he wasn’t going to try anything with his brother and Eillie in the same room? His thumb kneaded your skin as he kept his eyes on Joel, the two of them engrossed in conversation.

You tried to ignore the arousal that was pooling in your underwear, his rough fingers danced dangerously close against the end of your shorts. Silently, you cursed the hot weather for giving your boyfriend the upper hand. Without warning he nonchalantly extended his arm so his pinky grazed against the soft fabric of your underwear.

With a shocked gasp you turned to face him, with eyebrows raised you stared at him I’m disbelief. Tommy only smiled in return as he knocked down the last of his whiskey, sending a wink your way.

‘Oh two could play that game’ You thought to yourself as you stood up, excusing yourself and making your way to the bathroom. You had an idea up your sleeve, for the perfect payback for teasing you all week.

Now it was his turn.

“Y’alright baby?” Tommy teased in your ear as you took your seat beside him, thinking he was getting you all roused up.

Little did he know.

Joel had called Ellie to help him with dessert, this was the perfect time for you to get your revenge. You returned him with an smile, nodding innocently has you placed your hand in his.

Tommy almost felt bad for teasing you all week, especially with small intimate moments like this. When you were happy with something so small, finding comfort just having his larger hands envelope yours. Key word being ‘almost’, moving your hand into your lap Tommy looked down to see what you left in his palm.

Your fucken underwear.

Quickly he stuffed the thin material into his pockets as he covered the smirk off his face with his hand. He was going to get you back for that one.

Dinner couldn’t have finished quicker, the two of you swiftly say your goodbyes to both Joel and Ellie before making your way home in the dark. Your hand instinctively reached out for Tommy’s, which he took before pulling you into his chest. “Pretty good trick you pulled in there.” He mumbled into your hair, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You feigned ignorance, enjoying how the roles were reversed, now it was you that was driving Tommy insane.

As soon as the two of you were in the warm confides of your home Tommy's mouth latched onto yours, pushing till your back came into contact with the wall. You returned him the same amount of desperation, a whole week you had been waiting—you didn’t want to wait any longer. Both of your tongues fought for dominance as you groaned back into him.

“You’re going to be the death of me, women.” Tommy groaned against your mouth, his hot breath fanned against your mouth. “Could say the same for you, y’don’t think I know what you're up to?” You gasped in between touch-starved kisses, it felt like you had been waiting since forever for this moment.

“What was it you were sayin’ the other day to Louise? Telling your friend your dirty little secrets but not your boyfriend.” He tsked, shaking his head as his hands cupped your cheek, almost studying your face to see your reaction. “You heard that?” Your voice jumped, you knew you shouldn’t care. But a part of you worried with the thought of your boyfriend knowing your sexual desires.

“Yeah, n’here I thought you were all innocent, keeping dirty secrets from me.” Instantly you felt your cheeks redden in embarrassment, Tommy actually heard you that night and your drunken rambles. “I–I didn’t–” You stuttered but Tommy quickly shushed you, “I didn’t say it was a bad thing darlin’.” His Texan accent sends chills down your spine.

“Stop talking.” You breathed against his mouth, silencing him by sliding your tongue back into his. “You’ve been teasing me all week, I think it’s only fair if I get what I want.” The fingers you laced through his hair tugged just enough on his curls, a surprised gasp fell from his lips. “Yes ma'am.” Tommy drawled, feeling the blood rushing down in between his legs. Even though he hadn’t yet admit it to you, he loved it when you took control. Since he heard about your secret desire, he couldn’t stop thinking about you riding him and now it was finally happening. He felt like the luckiest man on earth,

Tommy dropped down onto the sofa, shimmying his jeans off in anticipation. His cock springing to life, your eyes instantly glued to the angry red tip that glistened under the light. Standing in front of him you made quick work throwing off your shorts and leaping onto Tommy’s lap. You wasted no time lining yourself up and slowly inching yourself down his thick shaft, a moan falling from your lips as you stretched around his cock.

Your cunt swallowed him eagerly as you started to rock your hips, his cock hitting all the right places. Once you had eventually adjusted to his size you picked up your pace, occasionally lifting your hip to then slide back down to his pelvis. “O-oh shit baby.” Tommy let out a shuddered breath as his head fell back onto the sofa. You felt a sense of pride, seeing how quickly you could render him speechless.

As you grinded into him the familiar arousal began pooling in the pit of your stomach. Tommy teased you all week, getting you so close to climax without you actually orgasming— you weren’t going to last long. And by the gasping mess that was Tommy, you knew he wasn’t going to as well.

Tommy's hands then clasped onto the soft flesh of your hips, you already knew his death grip was going to leave marks—Tommy was a sucker for letting everyone know who belonged to.

Suddenly you were lifted up, only to be slammed back down at a bruising pace. A loud slapping sounds echoes in the room as your thighs collide with his hips, your mouth fell open as you felt his cock hit the top of your cervix.

“Shit Tommy—" you mewled into Tommy's shoulders as you used your momentum to bounce on top of him. You clenched your eyes shut only being able to focus on how perfectly Tommy filled you up, feeling your orgasm fast approaching. “M’gonna come!” You whined as your body trembled, the tight knot in your stomach finally releasing as your orgasm washed over you.

“Oh fuck yeah baby—“ Tommy groaned into you as his dick twitched inside you, with his fingers still dug into your skin he sunk you back down with a bruising force. The two of you caught your breath in each other’s embrace, your hip still twitching as you felt him coating your walls. Neither one of you dared to move. “Holy shit.” You sighed out of breath, slight amusement in your voice.

“Baby, you gotta promise me to do that more often.”

#Tommy miller #tommy miller fanfic #tommy miller smut #tommy miller x you #tommy miller x reader #tommy miller x y/n #tommy miller x female reader #tommy miller tlou #tommy miller fic #gabriel luna #gabriel luna x reader

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l4ysinterlude · 1 year

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nun! reader and Muzan Kibutsuji smut? (not hardcore or rape pls)

think about it. Someone pure and innocent gettin lustful with a suave, handsome demon. (only do what nsfw your comfy with tho.)

y’all got the most scrumptious ideas and i love it. thanks so much for requesting lovely anon. been awhile since i’ve did smut but let’s get this show on the road!,

Innocent?

content: muzan x nun! afab! reader

(didn’t know which reader you wanted, so i went with afab.)

warnings: 16+ blog, nsfw, praising, oral (f receiving), fingering, name calling (love, darling, sweetheart), neck kissing/biting, consentual

genre: oneshots

wk: 0.9k+

you were now finishing up the late night church service. the priest had finished the benediction and everyone starting to head home for the night. you were now cleaning the rows around the church and sweeping the floor, but felt a presence.

you turned around going to talk to the person but nobody was there. the presence now was behind you as you can feel the cool air from their mouth. you turned around again, looking at the tall man in front of you.

“oh, muzan! you scared me. you couldn’t just used the doors in front of the church.” you asked.

the handsome man finally spoke.

“i went through the back way, thought i come to see you.” he said. you smiled at him, thinking it was sweet.

“well, church has concluded. what are still doing here? i thought you may be heading home with your wife.” you asked curiously. he simply walked closer to you and grab you by the waist; pulling you into him. you looked at him confused, not really sure what to do.

he then leaned into your ear and whispered, “is this okay, love?” he asked.

you were too shocked to move. you stood there, not sure if you should reply. you then hesitantly responded, “…yes.” you said nervously. he took that response and kept going further. he went down to your neck kissing it gently. you whimpered into the soft touch of his lips, slowly starting to submit. he kissed further down to your collarbone and bit on it, trickling down some of your blood.

you wince in pain but slowly turning into pleasure, getting turned on by the minute. he looked up at you, chuckling at your whimpering face. “did you like that? want me to go further, darling?” he asked seductively. as much as you didn’t want to do this in a church; you nod your head, giving him permission to keep going.

his travels down to your stomach and then to the plump of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. he lets go and leads you to one of the church rows.

“lay down,” he said.

you laid down on the hard front row of the church. muzan goes in to lift up your dress. you were soaking.

“haha.. all this for me? you don’t look very holy right now, sweetheart.” he laughed. you got flustered and tried to hide it. muzan removed your hands from covering your arousal. “this is not appropriate to do this at a church, muzan.” you stated. he laughed at you.

“well you sure didn’t have a problem when i asked for consent, my naughty little nun.” he stated back. you kept quiet. he was right, you did allow him to do this. he then starts moving his hand towards your crotch; slowly rubbing it, feeling the wetness from your cunt. you moaned lowly, trying not to make much noise.

“ah ah… let me that pretty voice of yours,” he said as he started to rub faster.

you moaned again, let your voice out more; giving him what he wanted. “good girl…” he said as he moved his middle finger to touch your clothed clit. you back arch, moaning into this new sensation. he then stopped and took your panties off to expose your pretty pussy.

“..what are you doing?” you asked, still trying to catch your breath.

“i’m going to have my dinner.. can i eat, love?” he asked, waiting for your approval to continue. you nodded as he took the validation to go down in between your thighs. he licked his long tongue into your folds, getting a taste of your juices. he continued to give licks and explode, leaving nothing untouched. you moaned as you put your hands in his hair, encouraging him to keep going.

he chuckled and continue to eat, eventually sucking on your clit that made your toes curl. “…you taste so amazing, darling,” he praised; still not letting up.

he then let his free hand go down to your hole, pushing a finger inside. you moaned loud to the added pleasure. he start moving his finger and curling it occasionally, making your back arch even more. he added a second finger, continuing the pace he was in.

“ah! oh.. god—“ you moaned out. he then looked up at you with his sharp, red, glowing eyes and chuckled.

“yes.. moan to your god.” he kept eating and fingering you until you were about to crack. you couldn’t even comprehend what he said, your mind was so clouded.

“fuck..! i’m cumming—!” you screamed.

“cum.. cum on my face.” he said, fingering and sucking faster.

you finally cummed on his face and he licked every drop of your juices. he let up and wiped the excess juices on his face.

“Innocent huh? this is so not innocent of you. god themselves wouldn’t approve..” he stated as you high finally starts to calm down. you sat up embarrassed that you did this in an establishment of praise and worship. you decided to ignore his statement and searched for your undergarment’s.

“we should probably get this cleaned up, don’t want the place to be dirty.” you put your panties back on and stood up fixing your dress.

“maybe when we’re done, we could probably continue this somewhere secure..” he whispered in your ear. you gulped.

“as long… it’s not here.” you said.

“yes ma’am.” he said, smiling.

you grabbed a mop and begin cleaning and packing the church, leaving with muzan. something you saw about him wasn’t normal. his eyes were glowing when we made eye contact… you’ll ask him later.

you’re in a lot more than you think.

#demon slayer muzan #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #kny smut #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x y/n #x reader #kny x reader #kny x y/n #kny fanfic #kny muzan #black writers #fanficton #fanfic #had fun with this one #thanks for sending!#<333

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War Paint (Masters of the Air OC)

Introducing First Sergeant Annie Park of the Women's Army Corps. Korean-American, originally from Honolulu, Hawai'i, and newly twenty-one in August 1943, she works as a control tower operator at Thorpe Abbotts.

I was not planning on unveiling a MotA OC this early on, but Annie grabbed me by the arm and would not let me go. Please enjoy this short bit of fluff, and let me know if you'd like to see more of her!

England

August 1943

Annie stubbornly ignored the trickle of sweat which ran from her neck down her shoulder blades to the small of her back as she bent over the nose of the B-17. Though the day was hot, perhaps the hottest one since she’d arrived in England that spring, she reminded herself as her paintbrush glided across the bomber’s metal surface that she’d frequently endured far hotter back home. Better to finish this quickly and spend the rest of her day off with her feet up and a bottle of Coca-Cola in hand than to gripe about the heat and throw in the towel now.

With one last brushstroke, she neatly filled in the last bomb silhouette and leaned back to survey her work. The bright yellow mission markers still needed to be outlined in black so that they would really stand out, but she could do that later once the paint had dried in the afternoon sun. For now, she was satisfied.

“No pin-ups today?” a voice called out, causing Annie to startle and nearly fall from the ladder she was standing on. Taking a deep breath as she steadied herself, she threw a glare over her shoulder at the offending man.

“Dammit, Lemmons, do you sneak up on everyone like that? Or am I just special?”

Ken Lemmons grinned as he walked across the hardstand towards her, hands in his pockets and looking infuriatingly casual. “Of course you’re special, Park. I thought you knew that already.” As he reached the base of the ladder, he extended a hand up to her. “Ma’am.”

Annie rolled her eyes as she took the hand he offered, nimbly jumping down to eye level with him. “You better not have come to tear up my hard work. The paint’s not even dry yet.”

Ken shook his head, a smile still tugging at his lips. “Wouldn’t dream of it. I was just taking a walk and saw you hard at work. Figured I’d check up on the grand artiste and her latest muse.”

“No new muse today, I’m afraid,” Annie replied, reaching into her pocket for a rag to wipe the paint off her hands with. “Our Baby flew two missions this past week, so Captain DeMarco asked me to update her mission markers.”

“They’re getting quite a few up there,” Ken said, inclining his head towards the airplane. “Looks like you’ll be busy for a while longer.”

“I hope so.” Annie nodded, suddenly feeling very solemn. Ken sobered as well, looking down at his feet for a moment. Then he cleared his throat and wiped his brow with the back of his hand exaggeratedly.

“Whew, it sure is a hot one today. I don’t know about you, but I thought that England was all cold and rain before I got here. Guess not.”

Annie smiled and shook her head. “Oh please. I’m sure it’s much hotter than this in Arkansas.”

“I know it’s much hotter than this in Hawaii,” Ken retorted. “What do y’all do to beat the heat over there?”

“We sip pineapple juice from coconuts while relaxing on the beach, of course. Everybody knows that.”

“Oh, of course, my mistake.” Ken put up his hands in mock surrender. “Well, I haven’t seen any pineapples or coconuts around here lately, but we could probably find some lemonade. What do you say?”

“Lead on.”

#writing #my writing #fanfiction #historical fanfiction #masters of the air #masters of the air fanfiction #masters of the air oc #ocs #my ocs #ken lemmons #annie park

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lou-lj · 1 year

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always there for you

theodor nott x fem reader

(fluff/ hurt comfort)

summary: Theo invites you to a slithering party but it doesn’t go as planned (also y’all not a couple but the crush is incredibly visible) (maybe i should write more about how this crush develops?)

warnings: anxiety attack

“Hey Y/n, i’ve searched the whole castle for you! How long have you been in here?” The tall brown haired boy stood before you with his green tie hanging loose around his neck. “Theo maybe you forgot, but we have to write our transfiguration essay to next week, which makes half of our grade.“ A small smile flys over his features as he closes the books lying in front of you. “That answered my question, let’s go eat dinner, pansy is saving your favorite pie.” You stretched while a yawn escaped your mouth “Oh that does sound nice.” Theo collected your pullover, books and bag as you shoved your writing utensils in said bag. Which he draped over his shoulder lightly shoving you out the library.

Together you arrived at the great hall where some people were already eating, while others just arrived or left. You went over to his friend group sitting down next to Blaise, “Hey you look as if you just woke up, here.” He handed you something that looked like juice but when you tried it the strong alcohol was definitely noticeable. “Y’all partying tonight or what’s that for?” you asked as you gave the cup back to the grinning boy. “Yeah, well actually the Stytherins are throwing a party for our quidditch team tonight. I wanted to ask if you maybe would come, just if you want to i know partys aren’t your thing, but i thought maybe youd be down to celebrate my win… I mean not my win just you know i part of the team and-" Pansy came to his rescue as he began to loose the topic in his ramble. “I’ll be there too, we’ll all be and we’d like you to come!“ You gave it a thought but decided to agree, if you didn’t like it you could just leave. It wouldn’t be a big deal “Sure i come to celebrate you Theo.“ you said while shooting him a wink. “Here you are y/n! We need you, Mandy cut her own hair and is now having a mental breakdown.“ Sue Li one of your roommates stood behind you, smiling apologetic. “Oh man ok sure, see y’all later!“ With that you vanished out the hall.“She forgot to eat, i’ll save her some for later right? Yes she should eat before drinking.“ Pansy laughed at Theo, while Draco shook his head “God you’re so crushing on this girl!“ “What? No way.”

After helping your friends and changing out of your uniform your watch was already on 8:45pm so you just quickly fixed up your hair and then sprinted to the slytherin common room. As you walked in Pansy who was clearly drunk hugged you. “Guys she made it!” The others cheered, as she dragged you onto some sort of dance area. The room was incredibly crowded and a heavy smell of sweat and alcohol mixed in your nose. “Here have a drink.” Matheo shoved a beer in your hand which came very handy for you as your mouth grew dryer every second. You took a sip while trying to relax. Theo who stood next to you leaned down to talk to you “I’m glad you still made it, everything fine with Mandy?” “Yeah we made it work, sorry that i’m late.” “No worry’s.”

The party grew even more crowded and louder every minute and you didn’t feel comfortable but the others were having fun so you weren’t gonna say anything. But Theo’s eyes were constantly on you and he didn’t need you to say anything in order of sensing your anxiousness. “Hey let’s get out of here yeah?”

He took your hand and lead you to his room. “You ok?” He turned to you after closing the door. Tears were streaming down your cheeks and your hands were trembling out of no where. “I- I don’t know Theo-“ He rushed to your side patting your cheeks dry with his sleeve. “Hey y/n look at me, you’re ok, alright? Breathe with me, come on let’s sit down.” he sat down on a bed placing you on his lap. You buried your head in his chest as he soothingly caressed your back.

“Ah shit i’m sorry for all this.” you half laugh after calming down. Theo shook his head while smiling at you “Nah stop being sorry for this kinda stuff i’m glad you’re ok.” “I’ll wash my face, be right back.” He nodded while opening a window. As you came back a slight breeze was coming from the window where Theo sat. “Come here, I took some food from diner cause you left with out eating and-“ You smiled while walking towards him, “Thanks,” you sat down next to him unpacking the food while leaning onto his chest “not just for the food but for helping me and being there for me.” “I didn’t mind. I’ll always be there for you, ya know that?”

A/N: Hey guys, I’m not really happy with how this fic turned out, but I wanted to post something cause I feel like it’s been some time. I don’t even know what’s going on I just hadn’t had the time or motivation to write much lately. I hope y’all still happy with what i put on here cause i’m just confused with myself hahah….. idk what this note is, live with it or don’t i’m a mess it happens sorry, love y’all :)

#fanfic #harry potter #slytherin #theo nott #theo x reader #draco malfoy #pansy parkinson #mattheo riddle #blaise zabini #hurt #comfort #anxitey #fluff #school crush #crush #theodor nott

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sinfulseashell · 2 years

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Welcome to Sea Chaos & Thots Hour

Today’s Topic ✨Shiba Taiju✨

Let’s get this shit started 👏🏻 Taiju fucking Shiba 😮‍💨 this Monster of a man can bend me over and have me singing praises!

Let’s start off with his large, juicy, muscular back 🥵 this man would love for you to just mark him up, the scratches you would leave are just symbols of the heated night of passion the two of you shared the night before.

WILL 100% SHOW 👏🏻 IT 👏🏻 OFF! Give him any reason to take off his shirt to show others that he is the only one who can ravish you like this.

He loves physical touch as well, so please offer massages whenever your little heart desires. Just the way your small hands would feel on his juicy back (yes I used this twice…bite me) would be heaven to him (joke intended 🤭)

Now let’s move on to his face….😐….LOOK AT IT! LOOK AT IT! Front! Side! All of it! Lord have mercy on my whore soul because I would plant kiss after kiss on his delicate features! Also I mean…his nose is very…and I mean very rideable 👀

Let me explain 👏🏻 imagine you just want a little excitement but he is too tired to actually use his dick 🤷🏻‍♀️ (who the fuck am I kidding 🤦🏻‍♀️ this man is NEVER tired, BUT! Let’s imagine that for now he is!) so you suggest riding his face, the way the bridge of his nose would rub against your sweet, sensitive nub/bulge 🥵 and your scent…HE IS FERAL!

Which leads me to my next subject….

EATING! EATING! EATING! I present to you…example A…he is a ✨messy eater✨

So therefore he would eat you until you’re praying for him to stop. Would he care to though? 🤔 No. No he would not. You belong to him, so there for your sweet cunt/cock belongs to him my good child.

He WILL have his fill of you so don’t think that just cuming once will change his mind. The way his wet muscle would slip inside you, or twirl around your aching shaft…he would brutally squeeze your thighs as he eats you practically alive. While your juices or precum leak down his manly chin dripping onto the bed sheets staining them instantly…his hungry eyes staring directly into your whore soul knowing damn well how much you enjoy his feral side having a taste of what’s his, all the while rutting his own cock into the mattress to get himself off of your sweet, coaxing, sinful cries of pleasure. He will make sure that the two of you would cum at the same time taking in all of your juices slurping away until you’re completely clean.

💖AfterCare💖

*chef kisses* It’s absolutely heavenly…

As you come down from your sweet high he would 100% make sure that if he left any cuts on you during his feral moments…there is definitely going to be a warm bath and soft praises of how good you were taking Daddy so well and letting him have his way with you.

Did someone say warm bath? Why yes…yes they did. Warm bath with gentle fragrances filling the air as he places you there to relax your sore body, in the meantime as you sit in the bath he would clean up! Yes he likes a clean bed after…*cough* sinful times. Anywho! After cleanup time he would help you bathe and bring you to the bed…NO! You are not allowed to walk to bed so therefore deal with being carried 😤 there on the bed is a towel, and ointments as well as gentle lotions and brushes to handle the rest of your needs.

Pssst…Hey sea didn’t you forget the food?

Um 😐 Did I have to mention that he would have food ready! No! I didn’t! Did y’all forget that I said this man likes to eat 🤔 Well let me remind you 👏🏻

FOOD IS READY!

All of your favorites ok? He would make sure to have them waiting for the two of you downstairs. So for the rest of the evening he would cuddle you, and be as gentle as he can be with you all while feeding you. Sweet movies and cuddle time it is ☺️ what a good boy he is…

Just a reminder…he maybe a monster boy, but baby still loves his praises for treating you so well 🥹

Thank you all for coming!

END OF SEA CHAOS & THOTS HOUR

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wannaseewhatshangin · 1 year

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I ADORE your Dallas x single mom fic if possible could you do one where ally calls Dallas dad? I think that would be so cutee. no worries if not xx

Omfg! I literally love this!! I love you for requesting this 😭!

Also PLEASE do requests your ideas to keep this series going! I love y’all’s ideas and the things y’all come up with! Y’all are so creative! 💛💕🫶

Dallas x Single mom! Reader (pt 6)

It was the next morning and you look over to see Dallas watching tv and Ally sleeping next to him.

“I just…want dad..” you heard her mumble in her sleep.

You were confused.

She never met her dad.

You looked at her with a confused expression.

“The fuck..” you said under your breath.

“What?” Dallas said, wondering what’s up with you.

“She just said she wanted her dad. She has never met him before.”

He paused.

He shrugged his shoulders.

“Maybe she saw a picture of him and knew it was him.”, he said, eating the rest of his chips.

You thought for a moment.

There was no way she could have seen him.

You never kept the pictures.

“But..I don’t have any pictures of him.”

You decided to just give up.

A few minutes later Ally woke up, wrapping the blanket around her.

“Mommy..I’m hungry..” she said, still half asleep.

She scooted next to Dallas, sitting next to him with her head against his side.

“Dad..I’m thirsty..”

He almost choked on his chips while you had your hand covering your mouth in shock.

“What did you say, love?” You asked her.

She looked at you, looking like she was about to pass out.

“I said I’m thirsty.”

You paused.

“No. What did you say before that?”

Maybe you misunderstood her.

“Oh…I said dad? I think?”

You were shocked and confused.

Dallas, however, wasn’t even concerned.

He was smiling like an idiot.

“Yeah. Y/N. She’s thirsty. Come on, boo. Let’s go get some juice.” He said, picking her up and carrying her to the kitchen.

You followed, not being able to speak.

Dallas say her at the table and grabbed her some juice and made her some cereal.

Hell, if you didn’t know about his reputation, you would think that he was a real stay-at-home dad.

“Thank you, dal-dal.” She said, sipping her juice.

He was kinda disappointed that she didn’t call him dad that time.

“Um..anything else you wanna say?” He said, trying to get her to take a hint.

“Um…I love you?” She questioned.

He zoned out.

“Yeah..uh love you too.” He said as he exited the kitchen.

Dallas came back with a new set of clothes for her that you got.

He helped her pick out what she wanted to wear.

Which was a cute jumper with flowers on it.

“Why am I getting dressed, mama?”

You decided to speak.

“Hey. Uh..Ally. I registered you into preschool..last week and uh you start today.”

“What?! Nooo.” She whined.

“I know, boo. I should’ve told you earlier but it’s okay because I got you a backpack and all your school supplies.” You said, showing her the backpack you got her.

Her face lit up.

“That’s mine?!” She exclaimed.

“Yeah!” You put the backpack on her and put her school supplies in the backpack.

You packed a lunch for her with a snack and attached it to her backpack.

You knew she was gonna be a little late because your alarm didn’t go off and you had yet to get everything she needed.

“Come on! You’re gonna be even more late than you already are!”

You did her hair and got everything ready.

“Hey dal, can you walk with me to take her to the school? I don’t wanna walk back by myself.” You said, picking her up.

“Of course, doll.” He said, taking her out of your arms, snatching her up for himself.

The whole way there he couldn’t stop tickling her.

“Dally! Stophahah.”

“Okay okay.”

“We’re here Ally.”

She looked at you two like she was gonna cry.

“I’m scared.”

Dallas bent down and hugged her.

“It’s gonna be alright, doll. You’re tuff. You got this.”

She smiled.

“Okay love y’all! Bye mom!”

She went down the sidewalk before running back to Dallas.

She gave his leg a big hug.

“Bye dad!” She said as she ran off.

Dallas didn’t know what to do.

“Uh..bye!”

“Okay let’s go back.” He said, trying to avoid the school.

You punched his shoulder playfully.

“You might as well be her dad.” You laughed.

“Bitch..I AM. Her dad. I’m awesome too.” He said as a joke, being silly.

“Yeah yeah.”

You both walked home together, occasional playful pushes and shoves to each other.

#dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston x reader #sodapop headcanons #johnny cade headcanons #johnny cade x reader #sodapop x reader #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy headcanons #ponyboy x reader

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clatoera · 1 year

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Always Remember We’re Burned for Better Chapter 5: It’s Been a Long Time Coming

Hey y’all! I am so sorry for the delayed update. I started a new speciality this week and it’s literally my dream. I’ve been pulling fifteen hour days, and simply have not had the time to give this the editing and writing it deserved until the last day or so. I think updates will be shifting to Thursdays until May, as that will be my most free day this month! The goal is still weekly, just..later in the week. I so appreciate your patience, I appreciate the besties, and I appreciate you all.

AO3

Masterpost

Title from: Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (Taylor Swift)

This chapter does allude to the things the victors experience, but neither Cato nor Clove experience them (and they won’t, promise).

Twelve.

“At least we get the worst one out of the way first.” Clove mumbled as she unceremoniously flops onto the couch in the center of the traincar. “Why do we even come to twelve anyway, do they even count? I don’t think that guy has been sober since…he won fifty... Okay, so twenty three years.” She kicks off the silver heels, which then hit the floor with a satisfying clunk. Following the heels are heavy gold bracelets, rattling as the chain hits the hardwood. She kicks her feet out below the hem of the silver lamé fabric, rolling her feet from her ankles to her toes, listening to the mild crunch as the bones in her foot stretched and realigned after an evening in heeled shoes. She doesn’t have the energy to change out of her evening outfit yet- a very simple floor length dress, starting in gold at one shoulder and fading all the way to silver by her toes. The closest to silver or gold the people of twelve would ever see, Brutus had mumbled when she walked out in it before dinner that evening.

“It’s tradition, Clove.” Enobaria reminds her, curling her feet under her on the adjacent recliner, hands wrapped delicately around the glass coffee cup. “Besides, the tour is as close to a winner the majority of them will ever see. Consider it your charity work.” As the train begins to pull out of twelve and on towards the next district for tomorrow’s appearance, Enobaria relaxes back into her seat, closing her eyes in contentment. This was her third victory tour in ten years, not bad statistics in terms of D2 wins. It was almost more than any other district, at the very least. However this one felt significantly sweeter a win than even last year. She had trained this girl since childhood to become the very victor she is today and maybe over time, Enobaria may have developed a soft spot or two for the kid.

Now speaking of last years tour-

“Did we leave your other appendage back at twelve? It’s too peaceful here.” Enobaria cranes her neck to look around, before looking up the length of Clove’s body that lays on the couch. “I don’t feel like I need to unlatch him from your neck like a little leech, clearly he isn’t on this train if he isn’t on top of you or inside of you.”

“He’s under me sometimes.” Clove rolls both her eyes and onto her side, using her hands as a pillow under her head. “I think Brutus put him to bed..” She nearly smirks, raising her eyebrows at her mentor turned friend. Turned aunt or sister, really, but she won’t address that right now. “Because somebody let him start drinking at breakfast. Whatever the fuck that was in the orange juice. Consider yourself lucky we even made it off of the train, you know how he gets..” Clove gives a little grin for herself, before glancing down at the glass in Enobaria’s hands. “Speaking of. Is that-”

“I have to deal with you two, Clove, I’m allowed to take the edge off. Enobaria watches as district twelve fades into the distance beyond the train, the darkness of night slipping over the interior of the cabin. “Why, you want some?” She flashes her a wicked grin, handing her mug out to the young adult woman. “Think you can handle it today?”

“Give me a break, it was my first time.” Clove scowls at her, remembering the night in Victor's Village not long ago when Enobaria and Brutus told her they had to start breaking her into the lifestyle of victors before the endless parties on tour. Noone had accounted for– or maybe they did and let her make her own mistakes– of the fact that physically Clove was small. She woke up in her own bed with a hangover and distaste for even the smell of vodka. Regardless, she holds her hands out to take the glass. The smell hits her first before she can even bring it to her lips. “God what is this?”

“Tea… with bourbon. And I know it was your first time. But, you need to figure out how to handle it within the next 12 days. I’m not dragging your stumbling ass through the party at the President’s mansion, and we aren’t letting Cato carry you home this time, either. We have reputations to uphold, and the newest little district two victor being unable to handle her liquor is not part of that.”

“It was not my fault-” Clove gingerly takes the tiniest sip of the warm liquid, and despite all her pretenses her face curls up in a distorted frown. Her nose scrunches as she shakes her head rapidly back and forth. “Nope, still disgusting, fuck-”

“Need something sweet and fruity? We could get some strawberries and lemonade…”

Clove pinches the bridge of her nose together before tilting her head back, intentionally downing the tea with no regard for the taste or warmth. She finishes the glass quickly, but has to suppress the natural inclination to cough at the taste. “I’m fine, see?”

“Aww see, that's my girl.” Enobaria pinches her cheek before she settles back on her seat, an amused smile on her face as she watches Clove try to recover. “Now you can’t just do that at the party, you know that right?”

“I’ll manage.” Clove chokes out, nose still scrunched in distaste.

They fall into a silence with the ease of many years spent together. Enobaria leans forward to grab the little remote off of the glass coffee table in the middle of the couches. She starts the electric fireplace, filling the now dark room with a warm and cozy glow accompanied by the sound of crackling wood. She notices the thick layer of snow dangling from tree limbs like icing on a cake, and thinks back to Clove in her games not long ago. The way the blood she spilled stained the snow like watercolors of a child’s play paint set. Violence was always Clove’s art, and blood was always her medium. She remembers it all too well, the day Sevina Kentwell took her home with her after training to meet this kid.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Enobaria asked, raising to the tip of her toes and back to her heels repeatedly, the nervous habit being one the trainers had not yet beat out of her yet. She was only twelve, she had years before going into the games, she had time to grow out of childish quirks. “I’ve never really interacted with a little kid like this before…”

“Yeah of course! She’ll like you.” The woman– girl, really, eighteen but still all the hope of a child– fiddles with the lock on the door. Sevina was one of the only students permitted to live outside of the academy, with special permission due to special circumstances. “It’ll make me feel better knowing she’s got someone to distract her during the games.”

Enobaria had looked up to Sevina Kentwell since she entered the academy last year, the girl was graceful, she was fast, and she was incredibly skilled in throwing a knife. She never missed. Unlike most of the older girls though, who were nothing but short of vicious to the younger kids (the hazing all but expected and even encouraged in the academy), Sevina was uncharacteristically kind. Not to the other trainees her age no, in fact Enobaria had watched her land a knife in the arm of an eighteen year old boy twice her size just last week, effectively ending his chance at ever volunteering by severing the tendons in his wrist with a single flick of her own. He had made some comment or another about her chance at winning or something, and Sevina had stopped tolerating the snide remarks and comments from her peers years ago.

To Enobaria, and some of the other younger girls, though, she was kind. She had the patience to put her hands on top of theirs and guide them in cleaning up a technique, a gentle ease in her voice when someone was berated by trainers, and genuinely showed excitement for them when they succeeded at something.

She had the lethal, brilliant edge of a career, but a warmth towards the young girls unlike anyone else. There was some concern how she’d handle younger competitors in her games this year, but she was absolutely sure she’d be able to handle it. She had more reason to come home than she did to show mercy to anyone else.There was a buzz of excitement amongst the girls in the academy around her games next month, as she was already committed to coming back full time as a trainer after her tour.

That is exactly why Enobaria was standing on her doorstep, now. They had a deal. Enobaria would receive extra training time with her, essentially a one on one mentorship after the games, if Enobaria spent time with her daughter while she was gone.

“Mom, we’re home.” Sevina calls out as she pulls Enobaria into the foyer, quietly shutting the door behind them. Enobaria took in the way the initial living area in the house somehow looked untouched by the toddler Sevina claimed to have somewhere. They were met by a woman, clearly under 40, who came from the door adjoining the kitchen. She had a dish towel in her hands, and wiped something that had to be flour off of her arms into them.

It was striking, exactly how much both Sevina and her mother looked nearly identical to each other.

“Hey, baby.” The older woman greeted with a kind smile, one that crinkled to her eyes. “I have that bread you really like rising right now.” She directs her attention towards the preteen with her daughter, giving her a polite smile. “Welcome.”

“Mama, this is Enobaria, she’s going to come spend time with Clove for me while I'm in the games. It can give you some time to work…and go celebrate me, your victor daughter with your friends! Enobaria, this is my mom, her name’s Anise.” She grabs Enobaria by the hand and leads her towards the stairs. “Is she awake?”

“Your child doesn’t sleep when you aren’t here, Sevina, of course she’s awake. I put her down to sleep ten minutes ago, and I can still hear her.” There’s a heavy sigh and Enobaria can recognize something akin to resentment in her voice, but Sevina’s smile doesn’t falter even for a second as she starts to pull the young girl up the stairs with her.

“Don’t be dramatic, she’s just excited for me to come home.” She called back down to her mother, before reaching the room immediately at the top of the stairs. “She isn’t usually so pleasant. She’s starting to think I'm going to die or something, so she’s being extra nice.” Sevina explains before pushing into the bedroom.

It’s simple. A full bed, a couple of night stands, a closet, and a dresser. On top of any surface is a littering of stuffed animals and childrens books. It was clear, this is where they spent most time together. There's a lack of the militant structure and conformity of the academy dorms, with a slightly unmade bed and stray socks on the carpet. The biggest change, of course, is the little crib in the corner of the room, and the dark haired toddler peeking over the edge.

If Enobaria thought that Sevina looked like her mother, they could have been cousins compared to the way that little dark haired baby resembled the eighteen year old she admired.

“Hi baby! Did you miss me!” Her voice is higher than Enobaria’s ever heard as she scoops the toddler onto her hip, immediately placing a kiss on both of her cheeks and the tip of her little nose.

The little girl squeals when she’s lifted into her mother’s arms, immediately laying her head onto her shoulder. Their dark hair blends together in a mess of baby curls and Sevina’s long post-training waves, and the freckled skin of the baby’s cheek could be a continuation of the freckled covered shoulder of her mother. Even down to the eyes, this child is truly a fluid continuation of her mother.

“Hi, Mama.” Clove mumbles into her mother’s skin, a shy smile on her face before she turns and looks away from Enobaria, who is staring the girl down with curiosity. She’d never been around a toddler, let alone one who was the key to her future training.

“Enobaria, this is Clove. Clove, baby can you say hi? She’s going to be your friend while I'm gone for a few days.” She smiles and tries to raise her toddler’s hand to wave, but Clove just clings tighter to the straps of her mom’s training top. “She’s just really clingy to me, and kind of shy. She also falls asleep every day when I get home, so she’s a little tired too.”

“She looks just like you.” Enobaria says, awe in her voice. She looks like her parents, sure, but this is wild to her. “Literally just like you.”

“Thank you. I think she’s pretty cute, so I'll take it as a compliment. Sevina smiles, shifting Clove so that she is wrapped around the front of her, head on her chest. She is not asleep, but she is so content just to rest there in her arms after a long day of being apart. “Me..her…my mom. We all really look alike. Good thing too. Because all we have is each other.”

“She’s three?”

“Almost, she’ll be three next month. During the games, actually. I feel terrible. I'll miss her birthday but, I’ll have to make it up to her next year. And by next year I'll be a victor, and I'll be able to give her anything she could want.”

“Is she going to be okay without you here.. If she’s so clingy…” Enobaria sits beside her on the bed, and cocks her head to get a better look at the girl. She was tiny, not like Sevina was very big, probably five foot four, but this kid was itty bitty. She can’t imagine a world where a girl so small would be okay without her mother.

“She’ll be kind of grumpy for a few days, I'm sure.” Sevina shrugged, rubbing circles on her little back. “But she’ll be okay, I'll be home for her. She’ll understand one day that having a victor for a mother is better than whatever else happens to a teenage mom after she ages out of training. Besides, that's why you’re here. You’re going to make sure she has someone to play with, and keep her company, and remind her that I love her and that I will be home to her soon. She’s got my mom, but she’ll need someone else, too. That’s where you come in. I like you, you’ve got crazy good potential. I’m going to be your mentor one day. ”

She doesn’t say it, but there’s something unspoken in Sevina’s words, too. Something shining in her eyes that neither wants to broach or risk speaking into the universe.

“So I am trusting you with the most important thing in the world to me.” She looks over at Enobaria with a smile on her face. “Do you want to hold her?”

“Enobaria?” Clove half whispers, breaking the peaceful silence between them. She blinks wide eyes at Enobaria, curling up on her side in a way that is so reminiscent of her little form as a toddler that the mentor nearly didn’t believe it. “Can I ask you something?”

A snarky response is on her lips until the moment she can practically see that younger version of Clove laying there, in a little dress that was purple and not silver, a tiny, sweet voice asking where her mother is and when she will come home again. “Yeah. Go ahead.”

“Do you think my mom would have brought me on her tour?”

“I do. They would have made her, you would have been a little favorite of the capitol. You never would have become a victor yourself, probably. You wouldn't have ended up in the academy.,,they would have treated you like a child star.” For the worse or for the better, is up in the air.

There’s also the likelihood she would have ended up in the games anyway, the chance of a child of a victor being reaped is always somehow higher than the average. The odds were not in their favor in all ways. “She would have chosen to bring you, though. She wouldn’t have wanted to be away from you after that. When I went on mine, I even thought about bringing you with me, because it’s what she would’ve wanted. She had promised to be my mentor, you know?”

“Hey, Clove, it is okay. I’m coming back so soon, I absolutely promise.” The sixteen year old knelt to the child’s height, rubbing her hands over her shoulders gently. “When have I ever broken a promise to you?”

“My mom didn’t come back.” The six-- nearly seven– year old reminds her, a stony expression out of place on the face of such a young child. “My mom would have promised, too. Didn’t YOU promise my mom you’d watch me?” She may not be an emotional child– not that she was allowed, in the house of her grandmother– but Clove threw her arms around Enobaria’s neck without warning.

“Hey. I’m going to come back and I am going to train you, just like she was going to do for me, okay Kid?” Enobaira leaned her head back, holding Clove’s little face in her hands. She said nothing about it as her tears wiped away the tears starting to fall from those little green eyes. “You’re allowed to be scared, Clove. But I swear, I will be back. And when I do, you can come to my house all the time, and we’ll celebrate your birthday and-”

“And you’ll start to train me, too, right?” Clove reminds, firmly rooted in her decision, that she wanted to be just like her mother, except she wanted to win. She had started saying it a few years ago, and every single time she watched those damn tapes she was more and more sure. “That was what you said. You would start after you won.”

“Yes, Clove. I’ll start training you when I get back.” Enobaria sighs deeply, but agrees regardless. She had made that stipulation, knowing that by the time she won Clove would be nearly old enough to begin training if that's what she really still insisted upon.

“I want knives for my birthday. With my name on them.” Clove decides, bouncing onto her toes before hugging Enobaria once again. “I don’t want you to die because of me, like mama did.”

“Your mother did not die because of you, you know that. And I'm coming home, Clove. Just in a few weeks.” Enobaria tucks the girl under her chin for one last hug, letting her go as soon as the door swings open.

“Don’t die, okay?”

“Never, kid.”

Clove is silent, but nods, before she turns back onto her back. Enobaria and Brutus had suspected that this tour would bring up more memories and emotions in Clove than she would let on. She has forever lived with the “what-ifs” of being the child of an almost victor, the “what-ifs” of if her mother had come home to her. Now, as she is paraded between districts, it’s all in her face as a reminder of what her mother didn’t get to see.

Clove swallows hard, sitting up to stop this heavy feeling threatening the front of her eyes, the buildup of something she isn’t going to let release.

“I…think I should go to bed now..” She decides quickly, pushing herself to her feet, turning quickly on her heels. “Good night, Enobaria, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“ g’night Clove.”

Eight.

“Cato get out,” Her voice doesn’t even feel like her own when she is pushing his shoulder towards the door of the bedroom. She feels a wavering in her throat, a tension she has built up for eighteen years on that final strand before snapping entirely. “Just..just get out.”

One of Clove’s hands is on her chest, settling herself on the bed, trying– willing– her breathing to slow, to level out. The other is desperately, aggressively trying to unlace the back of her dress on her own.

“Clove, let me-” He steps towards her before a dinner knife lodges itself in the door frame only inches above his eye. Cato puts his hand up in surrender before turning to leave. “Fine. Help yourself.”

He immediately collides with Enobaria the second he is out of the door. “She’s being fucking snippy, Enobaria, I wouldn’t go in there.”

“I knew this was coming. I’ll handle her.” Enobaria whispers, not wanting Clove to hear the words she exchanges, knowing it would only make her feel betrayed.

“She beat that kid from eight, yeah, he almost had her in the end, but she came out on top.” Cato whispers in a hushed voice, craning his head over Enobaria to catch a glimpse of Clove if she decided to come yell at them for discussing her.

“She came out against the kid from eight, but her mother didn’t. How would you feel, if you just had to play nice with the guy who bashed your mothers head in?” Enobaria snips, looking over her shoulder with the same concerns and suspicions as Cato. “She puts on the proudest, strongest face in the world. She was born for this tour, she’s waited her whole life for this. You may now know her like I do–”

“I think I know her pretty fucking well, Enobaria–”

“Shut up, Cato. I have known her a lot longer than you, and she’s been building this up for a long long time..” Enobaria pushes her hand past his chest, moving him to the side so she can be with Clove. “I’m going to see her, you just…. I don’t know, make yourself useful. Somewhere else.”

Enobaria gives him no time to fight back as she pushes into Clove’s room, firmly shutting the door behind her.

Clove’s still sitting on the bed, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, breathing heavy and hard, hiding her face in her hands.

“Wanna talk about it?” Enobaria offers before daring to take steps towards her, eyes catching the stolen knife in the wall behind her.

“Get. Me. Out. Of. This. Dress.” It’s half-plea half-hiss, Clove raising her head to look Enobaria in the eye. “I can’t breathe.”

From where she is bent in half Enobaria can see the red scratch marks at the top of her dress, a desperate indication that she tried to rip herself out of the fabric. She reaches for her, and skilled fingers rapidly unlace the ribbon corseting the back together. “You’re okay, Clove.” She ensures, pulling the back entirely undone. “You’re okay.”

“It was too tight, I couldn’t-” Clove gives as an excuse, but her breathing does not seem to steady with the newfound freedom to her ribcage. “I c-couldn’t.” She nearly stutters, the hand that was trying to steady her heart now holds the dress entirely up, “I can’t–”

“You can.” Enobaria’s hand lands on the skin of her upper back, gently running over the skin between her shoulder blades, something she had not done in nearly ten years. “You’re allowed to be upset.”

“Why should I be upset? I won. This is my tour, I have no reason to be upset–” Clove tries to convince herself, rocking forward back to her knees. “I have no reason to be like this.”

“You just met the person who killed your mother. Yeah, we’re all Victors. We’ve all killed someone’s kids. But still..” Enobaria reminds Clove, pulling her closer even if she doesn’t quite want it. “You have watched it thousands of times, It’s okay to be off guard. Clove, it’s okay to be upset. You are allowed to be sad, Clove. That was your mother. You were a child. You’ve seen it over and over and over.”

“I didn’t think I’d care.” She whispers, so quiet Enobaria barely catches her words. “I didn’t think I'd feel like this.” Her voice is nearly child-like when she admits to it, an innocence Clove has not had probably since the very games in question. “I don’t like this, I shouldn’t be–”

“Sad, Clove. You’re sad. You’re upset and you’re hurting and Clove, it’s okay to be sad.” Enobaria grabs the nearest clothing she finds, a shirt that has to belong to Cato, and hands it to her to change into. “You were just a baby, Clove. A baby who turned into a career within years, you never got to mourn your mother.” She wraps her arms around the young girl’s shoulders, pulling her head to her own. “You’re allowed to miss her and wish she were on this train with you.”

There’s always been such a fine boundary between them. Was Enobaria her friend or her mentor or her trainer or an aunt-like figure in her life? It wasn’t definable, and that was okay, because she somehow always knew which role to take on at the right time.

“I didn’t even know her.” Clove’s voice breaks, and that terrible heaving feeling in her chest starts again. “How can I miss someone I didn’t know. I only remember her from tapes, I had never even seen a picture of us together until that day I won–”

“You knew your mother, Clove. Not because of that bitch of your grandmother, but you knew her. When I met you, you wouldn’t sleep unless she held you. She taught you what a clover looked like, and you’d pick them and bring them to us when we were talking. You still like the same snacks she would give you, you still do the same little scrunch with your nose when you say her name.” Enobaria takes the shirt and slips it over her head for her, Clove’s own hands shaking just a little too much to do it herself, her mind too occupied with other things. “When she died Clove, god you just cried and cried and cried. I don’t think you’ve cried since. It’s okay to do it now.”

“I wish I remembered her, anything about her, other than what I’ve watched on those stupid recordings.” She admits so softly Enobaria never would have believed it came from Clove if she didn’t know her so well. “What was she like, why did she even have me if I was going to ruin her life like I apparently did? She was the only family I ever had…that I ever will have.”

“Because she loved you. More than anything, really. She was something else, Clove. We all wanted to be her, She was so good. As good as you, you got it from her. I remember when you were five, you could throw a tennis ball with alarming accuracy, and we all knew you were just like her. She was nice to us, the younger kids, but you should have seen her take out the kids her own age, my god. I’ve seen you do that, too. Her favorite color was green, and her favorite thing was you.” Enobaria feels Clove collapse against her, and tries not to draw attention to the sniffling she can so clearly hear from her. “You loved her too. You never slept for anyone else. When she died, I went to your house. It had been a few days, you were on the train and all. When I got there I could just hear you crying from outside.” She leaves out the part in which her grandmother had told twelve year old Enobaria to shut her up, that she had no reason to be crying because she was the reason Sevina died. She also leaves out the part about going upstairs to the room of Clove’s dead mother to hold her, to listen to her ask for her mother over and over for hours until she finally exhausted herself, falling to sleep against her shoulder.

“I thought you finally smothered her, I probably should have by now.” Came the exhausted, cold voice of Clove’s own grandmother, after she cracked the door and peaked in at the two. “She’s all I've got left of her, or I would’ve.”

For all the horror she may feel, Enobaria maintains a stoic expression, despite her arms encircling the toddler a little closer. “I promised Sevina I'd help with her as long as she was gone. If you’ll let me…well, it seems she’ll be gone a long while.” Something told the preteen that if she didn’t, the life ahead of this small girl was not going to be long, nor filled with anything but disdain. “I have training too, but I'll train her. When she’s older.”

“Be my guest. This is the first time she’s shut up in a week.”

“I’ve never thanked you.” Clove is ashamed at the realization, finally looking up to Enobaria with wet eyes and tear-tracked cheeks, looking for all the world like that little girl Enobaria had picked up from that crib fifteen years ago. “You didn’t have to like..do all this for me. Everything, really. The training, the taking care of me when I was little, sitting here as i’m fucking crying over my dead mother when I should be celebrating that I won the Hunger Games six months ago..”

“I certainly wasn’t going to let Cato handle the tears, he was going to lose his eye, I knew it.” She tries to lighten the mood, though her head is on top of Clove’s now, resting gently. “You never have to thank me, kid. I’m glad I got to do it. I feel like I get to claim you as my own victor.”

“I’d never let him see me like this, no way.” Clove half-laughs through her tears, bringing up to wipe under her eyes with the back of her hand. S

“He’ll see you like this one day, it’s inevitable. He's annoying as hell but he loves you. I don't think he's going to go anywhere, even if you show him you have some feelings once in a while.” Enobaria teases, allowing Clove to simply feel beside her.

“I haven’t cried in fifteen years, I think I can handle another fifteen.” She tries to retaliate, though there is no edge in her voice anymore.

“It’s only been eleven, you almost cried when I came home.” She's got a fond smile on her face at the memory of stepping off the platform in two to be met with an uncontrolled little girl, who had broken free of her grandmother’s grasp and snuck past dozens of peacekeepers with her stealth and petite size.

Clove had SLAMMED into her legs the minute she was off the train, arms absolutely glued around her legs, holding her in place.

“You came back.” Clove screamed into her legs, warm tears dotting the skin of Enobaira’s legs where she had buried her face.

“Of course I did, I promised I would, didn't I?”

“I used to think you were so over the top about the whole sex thing, you know. I get it, I do. But you know I wasn’t going to end up like her, right? She kept me but I never would have-”

“Yes you would have, You’re too much like your mother.” Enobaria brushes her fingers over Clove’s hair for a moment, gently slipping out some of the pins that still restrain it from the night and day they just completed. “I know you don’t remember or believe it but..” She releases Clove’s hair, falling in loose waves from the pins.

“You are just like her.”

Enobaria feels Clove snap next to her, in the exact moment she hears her finally let out that choking sob she had been holding in for fifteen years.

One.

“I like this color on you.”

Clove hears him whispering in her ear before she sees him, or rather feels his arms wrapping around her waist, tugging her flush against him. She feels his thumbs tracing the lace appliques that line her sides and up the front of his dress, artfully designed to look like emerald colored Ivy leaves covering her torso. One of his fingers catches her skin through the deep (as in nearly to the crest of her hip bones deep) V cut neckline of the dress.

She had to give it to the team on this one, it is a remarkable dress. The base of the bodice is a nude tulle, with the Ivy artfully designed to lace and overlap across her torso. There's some sort of rhinestone that catches the light, reflecting a million different ways to draw the attention to her. The skirt at first glance was an A-line, sparkling, deep green tulle, a modest contrast to the top of the gown. The second Clove moved to walk though, the slit from her toes to her hip bone revealed the entirety of her right leg.

Cato had nearly strangled her stylist on sight when he saw her in it that evening. The construction of the boning inside the hidden corset pushed her up and pulled her in in all the right ways for his consumption, but not the wandering eyes in district one, something he so indignantly insisted. Even now, as he stands with his arms around her, claiming her in all but words, he wants to yank the decorative, delicate V shaped straps closer, to at least cover something.

“You don’t seem to like it very much from the way you’re covering it up.” Clove teases, leaning her head back against his chest. She may not be one for open displays of affection mostly, but with the warmth of a night full of the luxury district’s finest drinks had her feeling a little more..open. “You don’t look too bad in it either. I thought you were more into blue, but you really pull off the green, too.” As usual on this tour they were conveniently coordinated, always perfectly complementary to each other.

Or rather, he was complimentary to her, who was always the well deserved center of attention.

“Maybe I don’t like other people looking. Doesn’t mean I don’t like it though. Though I’d like it a lot better if it were on the floor.” His lips start right below her ear, trailing down the side of her neck, craning her head back against him to give him better access to the skin of her neck. “What do you say..” Cato mumbles into her skin. “We sneak off for a couple minutes. Make it twelve for twelve…”

When Enobaria and Brutus had taught her how to drink, they surely hadn’t intended her to use her loosened inhibitions to sneak off to drunkenly sleep with Cato in every single district.

Hey, it was her Victory Tour indeed.

“What’s tomorrow in the capitol going to be? The final showdown?” Clove practically purrs, her hand coming up to gently grab at his chin.

“I was thinking more along the lines of grand finale but–” Cato’s leaning down, her leaning up on her toes, all the mixed confidence of their shared drinking adventures almost allowing their lips to meet in the middle when an absolutely grating voice interrupts them.

“Oh my god! I’ve been waiting to meet you!”

Clove audibly sighs as she falls back on her heels, Cato hiding his face in her neck with a frustrated groan, before he raises his chin to rest on her shoulder.

“Hello, Glimmer. I wondered when we’d be seeing you.” Cato smiles against Clove’s shoulder, and she can feel it. If she had been a less rational girl, she may have felt a tinge of possession, but there was just something about this pretty girl that didn’t feel threatening so much as…irritating? In the past, sure, she would have said this was his type. These days, though, Clove wasn’t too concerned about some shiny blonde with long legs taking him from her.

Glimmer. That name makes a lot of sense as she looks at the tall blonde in front of her. Perfectly styled curls frame an angelic face. A tight, sequined gold dress clings to the duration of her body. If Clove thought the neckline of her own dress was bad, it’s nothing compared to the deep, wide cut of hers. She has the same thought when it comes to the slit up her leg, which may not be bigger, but on the long, tanned legs of a district one victor, it certainly looked more open. Even in heels the same height, Glimmer had a solid four or five inches on her.

Comparatively, Clove felt like a child playing dress up.

The boy though.. Yeah, he had nothing on Cato.

“Glimmer. And you’re…Marvel, right?” Clove remembers him from the tour a few years ago. There was something about him that just seemed..so un-career like. He turned out to be a skilled killer, but was making his allies laugh until the very day he speared them like kebabs. It wasn’t often that a volunteer went with a funny angle, but it had worked for this one.

“You got it–” He smiles, before his arm is draped over Glimmer’s shoulders, pulling her in against his side. “We have been just waiting to meet you. We watched how this one acted during your games and just knew we’d have to get to know you.”

“You were impressive, too, of course!” Glimmer ensures, flashing her a smile that can be called nothing less than dazzling. “But the way Cato acted, it was so unlike the public persona! We were just dying to find out what that was about.”

Clove feels Cato shift against her, lifting his head and looking anywhere but the couple in front of him. “Okay, we don’t need to talk about–”

“No, no, tell me. What do you mean by how he acted?” Clove smiles, bringing her hand back to his chin and squeezing. “What did you do?”

“Oh you don’t know?” Comes from Marvel, who bursts into a fit of laughter, gesturing the champagne flute in his hand in Cato’s general direction. “This man thought none of us knew there was something going on there. As if it wasn’t obvious with the sponsors, and the way he would just get this look on his face when he talked about you.”

“And then of course anytime you were on screen he would completely forget what he was saying, and just stare at you. You’d get a kill and he’d get this little smirk on his face, he’d rub at his neck, once in a while he’d bite his lip. Oh it was so obvious if you knew what you were looking for.” Glimmer waves her hands as she talks, animated like a real life version of a child’s favorite doll, and Clove notices the way her nails somehow exactly match the sequins of her dress. This girl was the absolute picture of a district one victor.

“Okay, I think she gets the point–”

“And then you won, oh Clove it was the sweetest thing!” Glimmer brings her hand over her heart, a dreamy smile on her face. “It was scary there for a minute and the room was silent and this boy jumped off the couch and he was just so excited. He called you his girl, it was just the cutest thing!”

Clove cranes her head to look at Cato, who is firmly looking anywhere but them, redness creeping up the back of his neck to reach his face. She squeezes her hand on his arm, choosing not to embarrass him now but would surely be bringing it up the moment they were alone.

“We all knew he was hooked on you before,” Marvel chimes in, the hand around Glimmer’s shoulder shifting to pull her in front of him, wrapping both arms around her waist as they stand there. “That boy was in deep but–”

“After that we all knew he was just so in love. Well, we already knew, but he may as well have said it then and there.” Glimmer leans her head back, relaxing into the man behind her.

“We knew we had to meet you after that, Glimmer’s been talking about it for weeks.” He admits, reaching up and pulling some of her curls behind her ear, so he can more easily lean in to kiss her cheek. “We’ll be spending a lot of time together, mentors for one and two and all.”

“It’s honestly probably a good thing that you two are so in the public eye. It’s much better to be the capitol’s favorite couple, than to just be individual favorites. I imagine it protects you from some of the less desirable aspects of being young, pretty victors.” Glimmer suggests, but there's a wistfulness in her voice Clove doesn’t quite know how to perceive.

“Okay, enough about us,” Cato decides his grip on Clove tightening as he stands a little straighter. “Since when are you two together? I saw whatever you had going on back in the lounge, but you definitely weren’t doing this.” He nods to their position, Marvel all but wrapped around Glimmer with his head against hers. “This is new.”

“Oh! You know, we toyed with the idea for a few years now, but after watching you two…well, we all know a little too well how short life is.” Glimmer explains, lacing her fingers through those of his that rest on top of her hand. “My brother and sister weren’t too pleased, but when you’re the third sibling to the twin victors, you get tired of living in the slightly dimmer spotlight next to theirs.”

“You could never be dim, Glimmer. You’re the brightest star in every room.” Marvel presses his nose to hers, earning a wide smile and an ‘aww, baby’ from the blonde.

Clove would have tried to suppress her eye roll, but the alcohol dulled her reaction time just enough to scrunch her eyebrows in disgust. “Okay, ew. Didn’t need to see that.”

Cato pinches her side just as she begins to speak again, earning him in turn a small smack on his hand.

“What do you mean twin victors, who are-” Clove begins.

“Gloss and Cashmere. They won..oh almost ten years ago now! Him, then her. Then me!” She gives a proud little raise of her shoulders, turning her head to the side and smiling into the shrug. “Three victors in one family. We’re the only ones who have ever done it.”

“I’m going to make my way into this family and make it four.” Marvel announces oh so proudly, and Glimmer gasps at the weight of the statement.

Clove cranes her head to look at Cato, and in louder than she intends she half whispers, “is this like...their version of foreplay?”

Cato hides his face in her hair, unable to hide the shaking of his shoulders that betrayed that he was in fact laughing at her and her lack of tact.

Neither of the other two seem offended– or really, like they heard at all, lost in their little world– until Glimmer’s head snaps towards them.

“Oh my god we can be in each other’s weddings! We’re going to become a little group of friends, we’ll become the absolute favorites of the capitol together, oh it’s too perfect.” Glimmer claps her hands excitedly, reaching both hands out towards Clove. “Oh I absolutely cannot wait!”

Clove takes a step back, pushing Cato back with her. “Are you crazy? Do I look like I do that, I met you ten minutes ago–”

“Oh yes but we’re going to have plenty of time together over the next few years! It’s inevitable, the idea will grow on you.” When the girl goes to hug her Clove takes another large step back.

“Not happening.” The audacity of this girl to try to..hug her? What happened to the terrifying, psychotic little trainee from two who had the girls that looked like Glimmer talking all their shit about her in private but conveniently hiding away when she needed a training partner.

“One day, Clove. One day!” Glimmer has decided, claiming the girl and her friendship as her own. “You know, we'll see you two tomorrow for your big party. We can continue this then!”

She waves once before lacing her finger’s back with her partner’s. “It was so nice to finally meet you! We’ll be seeing each other lots!”

As they walk away, Clove cranes her head to lock eyes with Cato, who is still chuckling to himself.

“That was the most irritating girl I've ever met. A little fucking warning would have been nice, Cato.”

“I don’t know, she seems to think she’s going to grow on you. I think she might be right.”

“At least I didn’t make an idiot out of myself in the victor’s lounge.” Clove shifts in his arms, a wicked smirk filling her features as her hands snake around his neck. “Your girl, huh?”

“Forever, baby.” Cato smiles as he finally succeeds in dragging her out of the prying eyes of District One and into an empty hallway.

Capitol.

“This is your moment, Clove!” Her escort reminds her, taking a moment to settle the stray hairs around her face into perfect position. “People have been waiting to meet you for months!” Her hands pull out a deep red lip shade, and tilt Clove’s face towards her to reapply one final time before her entrance. “There! Perfect.”

Clove turns to look at herself in the portable mirror positioned outside the entrance of the mansion, out of sight of the crowd waiting for her.

She had seriously doubted the white when they pulled it out for her that evening, but as she looked at the entirety of herself in the mirror, she understood the vision.

The dress is reminiscent of the one she wore in the tribute parade, an Ancient Greek inspired style. The gauzy white fabric drapes across her chest and hips, flowing gracefully to the floor. It’s tighter around her thighs than any other dress had been, and she knew it would make her walk just a little slower and stand a little taller. It cinches at her waist in a shining gold band that matches the embellishments at her shoulders. The entirety of the back is open, down to the small of her back. Stenciled details are painted onto her spine in gold paint, accented with rubies intentionally glued to her skin along her vertebrae. The draping is tastefully done to make her look oh-so-less-childlike than she had felt yesterday. There is a gorgeous beading on the entirety of the dress, that she realizes now resembles snow falling.

As Clove looks towards her feet she realizes the dress is not stark white at all, but at her knees fades into pink ombre that ends in a bright, crimson red.

Blood. She looks dipped in Blood.

“Oh, final touch!” Her stylist announces, approaching her with a long veil-like piece of the same ombre red fabric.

She catches the two gold hoops and realizes, as it is attached to her shoulders, that it is a long train, trailing from white to ruby for multiple feet behind her.

A trail of blood to follow her, then.

When she finally catches her face in the reflection, Clove smiles when she realizes that her eyes are lined with the same miniscule rubies of her spine. Okay, finally, they got something right.

“Our little ice queen.” Her escort announces, sounding almost tearful, as she settles her victor crown to her hair. “Oh you just look absolutely stunning.”

Snow. Blood. It hits her then that they are trying to evoke the image of her final moments in the games. Wild curls and wide eyes, covered in blood and snow. There's a perversion of innocence in this somewhere, in a tight white dress and blood stains, a commentary on the games stripping her of her youth hidden in the fabric.

That doesn’t matter right now.

She has waited far too long for this.

“Let’s go, my little Crimson Clover.”

“Don’t call me that.” Clove warns, but lifts the dress to follow anyway. She wonders what Cato and Enobaria will think when they see her, having been banished by her prep team earlier that afternoon. She’s suddenly glad for that– she wants to see their faces when they get the full effect.

“Oh..Clove?” Her head stylist stops her, whispering in her ears. “You two give them a good show. Remind them that you are together, okay?”

Clove squints, but gives a short nod. She can remember Glimmer just yesterday saying something about being safer together, whatever that meant. “Did you tell-”

“You never have to tell him to be all over you. But yes. He knows.”

As tradition goes her Escort walks steps in front of her, guiding her into the formal induction of the life of a victor. It’s practically an aisle, a red carpet of sorts, as the Capitol elite reach out to touch her free flowing curls, to get a feel for the fabric of her dress under their fingers. She suddenly is all too aware of the hands on her, hands she does not want on her, and the voice of her stylist and glimmer ring through her ears.

The walk takes what feels like years, though Clove knows it can’t be more than a minute or two. Despite the discomfort of being touched, Clove wears a proud, cocky smile on her face. Yes, this had been a long time in the making, and she was going to enjoy every last minute of it.

Reaching the end of the long runway is what she was waiting for.

Cato, Enobaria, and Brutus all wait for her, in various degrees of coordination. Brutus wears black with deep burgundy accents. Enobaria wears a short, one shouldered maroon dress, with a long floor length accent from her covered shoulder. Cato matches best of all, a matching Crimson suit with deep charcoal accents.

It was a very clear commentary from the District Two Prep Crew. They were a team, but she was the star.

Enobaria absolutely beams at her, giving her just the slightest little shake of her head. We did it kid, we did it.

Cato though, he can't help himself the second he sees her. Brutus has to grab his arm to hold him back, stopping him but all from running to her. By the time she is only steps away, Cato frees his arm, closing the last few steps of the gap between them to meet her the rest of the way there.

“Don’t mess up my lipstick.” Clove warns, but the look on her face invites otherwise.

A show they want and a show they’ll get.

Cato’s hands are on the skin of her back, pulling her as tight as possible against him. “You look unbelievably–”

“Pretty. Ruthless. Bloody. Sexy–” She fills in, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to pull his forehead to hers.

“Deadly.” Cato mumbles, one of his hands fingering at the fabric of her side in a way that reminds her all too much of that day of his reaping, when he tried to burn that lace into his memory forever. . “Phenomenal, incredible, sexy, beautiful– but deadly.”

“You don’t seem to mind.” Clove teases, kissing the middle of the left side of his jaw, out of view of the spectators. She sees the print of her lips left behind and smiles. Perfect. “Did you get the show memo?”

“I’ve always seen you like this, now everyone else does too.” Cato nods in response to her other question. “Like we need to be told twice.”

They are ushered into the party, where she is expected to mingle before the presidential speech and welcome, and the formal dinner that would follow throughout the rest of the night.

It’s like a drug, Clove finds, the attention allotted to a new victor (or two). Everyone wants a moment with her, to say a few words, to touch her hair or her dress. It would be slightly overwhelming, if she didn’t prepare for this her entire life.

They’ve stolen a moment away near a table of desserts, where Clove is breaking a cookie into small enough pieces to toss into her mouth without smearing her lipstick.

“Cora would love these, we should find a way to get her some.” Clove suggests before she is cut off by a soft, dreamy voice.

“Who’s Cora?” Finnick Odair inquires, the golden boy of four, chimes in as he pops an individual bite sized cheesecake into his mouth.

“She’s my sister. She loves these sorts of things” Cato fills in, nodding towards their fellow victor. He and Finnick had hit it off pretty instantly last year, further secured by their time in four last week. The two of them would likely grow to be friends in the next couple of years, with their time they would spend mentoring together.

“Keep her out of this as long as possible.” Finnick half whispers, eyes craning around. “And keep up what you two are doing. It’s working.” He takes a long, intentional sip from the turquoise colored drink in his hand, the shade making his eyes and hair all the sharper in tone as he raises the glass to his lips.

“Where’s Annie?” Clove inquires, craning her neck around to look for the redheaded girl. She had been a little odd, but she was a sweet thing. Clove had liked her, in the short time she spoke with her. Finnick was clearly sweet on her, and it was uncharacteristic for him to have left her to fend for herself amongst this kind of crowd.

“She doesn’t come to these things, she isn’t too fond of my Capitol trips. Then again, neither am I.” Finnick faces the table of desserts, intentionally so no one could see his lips to read them. “She’s safer back home.”

There was something unsaid between Victors, Clove had learned in her past two weeks of meeting them. Something sinister, something exhausting, and something she was clearly somehow escaping with Cato.

She had been raised to believe the Victors lived the life of luxury, she couldn’t ever imagine there were ones who were so unhappy with whatever cards they were being dealt. Something told her, though, that she was far better off not knowing.

Glimmer and Marvel find them after they cycle through another dozen or so polite conversations, nearly cornering them at a drink table. They were in fact wearing bright fuschia as promised yesterday. Whether that was Glimmer’s choice or the stylists Clove wasn’t sure, but she did know that it seemed Marvel would have gone with it either way.

“Well…How’s it feel?!” Glimmer inquires, gently nudging Clove’s shoulder and showing no offense when she pulls it away. “You look incredible, Clove. This blood and snow vibe is phenomenal. Your stylist is a genius. It’s very regal, sort of bridal, very..goddess. Yes! That’s it. Like a goddess of all out destruction, violence, war. I’m obsessed, really. I was in an entirely sheer dress. Covered in rhinestones strategically.” Her beautiful smile falters just a little, her eyes fading at the memory. “Stylists sure do know how to give the people what they want.”

Marvel is rubbing her shoulder again, comforting her from some memory Clove doesn’t want to even broach the topic of.

“Seriously, you two.. You look like you were made for each other. It’s working to your advantage.” Marvel agrees, his free hand scooping an entire handful of the chocolate cookies up at once. “These are the best, I get them once a year, hide them in my pockets for the ride home.” As if to illustrate his point, he shoves his entire hand into the magenta, baroque patterned jacket.

Clove opens her mouth to comment, but the seal of the president stops them informing them that the welcome was about to begin.

“We should go listen, but hey, you two should come hang out with us later tonight. I know it’s busy being the victor, but we have a good time! And if not tonight, then soon.” Marvel invites, before he lets the two of them off on their own.

“I'm starting to like them.” Cato admits, leading Clove by the hand to the front of the crowd, where the President would soon address her.

The president’s speech is the usual. A great honor to be a victor, a great accompaniment, a great representation of the values of Panem. It was always greater fanfare when Districts One or Two took the win, greater pride would leak into his speech.

There’s a toast in her honor and there are fireworks that begin, when a snarky voice enters beside Clove.

“Alright, Miss Blood on the Snow.” Johanna Mason purrs, looking the two of them up and down. “You look hot as hell, of course. Aren’t you two lucky to have each other?”

Clove is immediately thrown back to meeting her last week, when she immediately commended the way the two of them look together.

“Oh I liked you.” Johanna Mason announces as she wraps an arm around Clove’s shoulder, wasting no time at all with letting the girl warm up to her. “I thought pretty boy last year was the best thing I've seen come out of two, but you’re even better. Cute. Sexy in a scary way. Crazy as hell. I like it. Not all there in the head, neither of you, but really, who of us are?”

Johanna tosses back her drink, eyes narrowing towards the balcony. “I’d sure like to see some blood on that Snow.”

Clove’s eyes widened at the confession, head whipping back and forth to see who else could have heard. “Johanna you can’t say–”

“You’re both going to learn, what happens between Victors, stays between us.” She gestures towards the balcony again. “They can’t do anything to me, I’ve got nothing left to lose.”

After the dinner, it is Enobaria and Brutus who stand with them, sipping on colorful drinks. Clove leans against Cato, warm and tired, the weight and experience of the week finally crashing onto her.

“How was your big night?” Brutus asks, watching as the party begins to settle down, capitolites beginning to fizzle out. “Everything you ever dreamed of?”

“It was great.” Clove admits earnestly, wrapping her arms around Cato when she rests her head against his chest. It may have been a mix of the drinks and the endless warnings about the show they had to amp up tonight, or it may have just been a tired girl used to a new normal. “It was weird though.. The other victors were kind of cryptic? It was like they were all warning us about something, but no one would say what?”

Enobaria’s eyes go wide, and she cranes her head entirely around them, assessing who was within listening range. If Cato and Clove hadn’t known better, they’d think she was looking for a threat.

“Listen. Victors..we take care of each other. If people are telling you something…I’d listen.” It goes unspoken that they are at a great risk by even uttering a warning, cryptic or not.

“There's a lot more to this than we realize, isn’t there?” Cato asks, narrowing his eyes at their mentor turned friends.

Brutus nods. “You’ll learn.”

Cato tightens his grip on Clove’s shoulders, before pulling back and offering her a hand. “Come with me, then.”

“Huh? Where are we going? Party’s not over yet, don’t we have to stay?” Clove reminds, but lets him lead her by her hand anyhow.

“We can deal with the warnings and whatever it really means to be Victors tomorrow.” Cato suggests, pulling her with him towards the center of the room. “But today? You’re going to dance with me.”

#always remember we're burned for better #ARWBFB TAG #clato #cato and clove #cato hadley #clove kentwell #clato fanfiction #the hunger games fanfiction #glimmer #marvel #enobaria #the besties arrived here #theres some mild angst too

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Arthur x Reader headcannons

Okay this was also requested via an anon reader, so I hope you enjoy it!

This was a request for a reader who has small boobs, how would our boy react??

Imma give you these headcannons so you know!

Let’s go!

Warnings!: Nsfw always a warning lmao, female reader, arthur being fluffy

Tags: @mrsarthurmorgan7 @kieropal @cantchoosejust1 @photo1030 @6kaja9

Arthur is a man who drinks his respect women juice

He respects all women unless they start causing issues for him

now a woman can disrespect him, and he isn’t gonna start throwing hands, he’ll still respect them, that’s just who he is

but if a woman wants to start a fight, or draws a gun on him?

Then all respect is thrown out the window

now

keeping that in mind

it means that he also respects women of all shapes and sizes and has no problem being with a woman of any shape, as long as you are healthy and happy

That being said

when you start liking him

you don’t really know all that

I mean

you’re friends with him yes, but the two of you don’t really sit around and talk about the kinds of people you’re into

So you feel a little self conscious about the fact that you have a bit smaller....chest

Him on the other hand?

He couldn’t care less

he likes you too

He thinks you are absolutely stunning, gorgeous, literally has an entire journal page that he’s just wrote down words he thinks describes you

though he still feels like he hasn’t found the right one yet to PERFECTLY

encapsulate the feelings he has for you when he sees you

Even before you two are together he sticks up for you and literally fights anyone who dares make fun of you for having smaller breasts

He literally is like

“Y’all are grown men, what the fuck are you doin’ sittin’ around makin’ fun of a lady like this? Ain’t you got anythin’ better to do with your time? Go make some goddamn money!”

He likes you so much that he’s on the border of saying he loves you before he even gets with you

and he just has no idea how to go about asking you if you’d like to court him

He feels like he’s just some guy, an outlaw, a bastard

he isn’t exactly worthy of being with you

which isn’t true

yes he does bad things, and yes he’s not exactly the best man

but he is a good man in bad circumstances

no one is perfect

and he is more than good enough to be with you

he is respectful and kind

and sweet

he just refuses to see those things in himself

So, more than anything you’ll probably have to make the first move

OR don’t

it’ll just take longer for him to come to you

Eventually it kinda slips out

that you like him

and it’s your fault you admit that

you drank too much and you shouldn’t have

You’re stumbling around camp, singing too loudly, being obnoxious, and him having a sweet spot for you

obviously he gets up to make sure that you don’t embarrass yourself

he decides to take you to his tent, so you can sleep on a cot rather than the ground

and when he gets you settled into the cot you beg him to stay, drunk and not entirely aware of what you’re saying to him

He melts at that, at the thought that you want him nearby

and then you tell him that he’s so handsome but he’d never like someone like you

not when you don’t have anything to offer him

tell him you’re titless and you wouldn’t blame him if he got his rocks off with someone else, but you want him to know he means so much to you

and Arthur nearly starts crying right then and there

The fact that you think of yourself like that and the fact that you think he doesn’t feel the same for you

He decides not to leave, and instead sits next to the cot all night, leaning his head against it, and holding your hand until you fall asleep

when you wake up the next morning you feel awful when he tells you what you said

which of course he tells you not to

and explains that he likes you the same way, he just never thought someone as beautiful as you could feel the same way for hiim

When he calls you beautiful and sees that absolute shock in your face he realizes that you really don’t believe that about yourself and his heart, or what’s left of it, just shatters

He’ll sit there and he’ll get angry pretty much

He wants to know who made you feel like this, who made you believe that you weren’t beautiful

and then he’ll even bring out his journal, he doesn’t let ANYONE look at that journal, and he’ll show you that page full of words that he thinks of everytime he looks at you

He just wants you to see yourself the way he sees you

He tells you he doesn’t give a shit if you have huge boobs or not

first off

any boob, no matter what size, is gonna get a man riled up, if he’s into women

second off

he’s more of an ass man anyway, and even small asses are good asses

he’s more interested in who you are as a person anyhow, and yes, some physical attraction is needed to have a successful relationship, but that’s okay

because as I’ve mentioned

he thinks you’re stunning

he thinks you’re beautiful

and he thinks about screwing you until the cows come home all the damn time

He just had no clue how to properly tell you or explain that without being a creep

He’s gonna keep telling you these kinds of things until he’s completely sure that you feel better about yourself

and if you don’t

he’ll start to get frustrated

and not at you by any means at all

but at himself

because he just can’t word things the proper way

he can’t get words out the right way to make you feel the way he wants you to feel

so he’ll get angry and just grab you by the neck and pull you close enough to slam his lips against yours

He just wants you to feel the way he feels

That kiss

is just

fantastic

he is literally so passionate about it, that it truly makes you realize that he’s not just saying all this to make you feel better, he genuinely feels for you

you know then that he means what hes saying

So you do your best not to feel the way you do, for him

and you also ask him if you could court, because after that kiss the idea of not having anymore with him makes you genuinely kinda upset

Of course he tells you yes

and from there things just go

He loves you so much

and he knows that

he hasn’t told you that yet because like you just got together

and like

he doesnt want to scare you off

but

he still sticks up for you at every opportunity

every time that someone makes fun of you

he literally gets so close to decking them in the face

sometimes

if its someone he really doesn’t like

he likes to attempt to make them uncomfortable

by just literally looking them in the eye and then spinning you around and kissing you deeply

He literally loves you so deeply

He wants to be as close as possible to you at all times and he wants to constantly kiss you

literally always

and on the moments that you do have bad thoughts

because lets be honest

no one is perfect

and no one has completely perfect days

everyone has their moments

when you have yours he will ALWAYS, and I mean ALWAYS be there to reassure you that he cares about you and that he thinks you’re the most beautiful woman in camp

in the world

after you’ve been together for a while

for like

quite a while

he’s starting to get tired of you being so upset

and not because he’s tired of you

more like

he’s tired of him not being able to convince you

so when he feels like it’s been long enough that it’s not gonna be weird for the two of you

he starts to threaten you, but like

the sexy kind of threaten

he threatens you with

sex

If you start to feel down about yourself he’ll talk to you about it of course, he gets the anxiety, and the insecurities, he has them himself, so he’s gonna be kind about it

he’s gonna try to make you see reason, and understand how much he cares for you

but eventually, if he can’t get you to understand, he gets mad that he can’t convince you

(Again, not at you, at himself)

And he’ll simply kiss your shoulder, and then your neck, he’ll stop at that spot right where your jaw meets your ear, and a hand will crawl up your thigh while the other snakes around your neck

He’ll place his lips against your ear

and mutter the foulest

things he can think of

things that would make a nun smack him

things like

“Princess, if I can’t convince you that I think you’re beautiful with words, maybe you should take that shirt off and let me try that way.”

Or he’ll like

say something along the lines of

“Darlin’ if you don’t listen to me, I’m gonna have to start demonstrain’ and I ain’t sure that camp can handle all that noise right now.”

Sometimes

he won’t even say all that shit

he’ll just huff and then kiss you deeply while his hand finds its way under your shirt

Other times he’ll show how much you rile him up by simply pulling you into his lap

you’ll feel his hardness and he’ll wait for you to shift your weight, which makes him suck in through his teeth

and then he’ll mutter in your ear that it’s all because of you

you did that to him

And this does bring up your confidence a lot

I mean him talking to you does too

but these things

the fact that he genuinely thinks about you like that

the fact that he gets worked up by you

it just does things to you

it would do things to anyone who had a brain lmao

It’s not only sexual things though

he loves to bring you little gifts and leave you notes from his journal too

he wants you to know how much he genuinely feels for you

and refuses to let you get too upset

He knows you have your down moments

but he also knows that it’s okay to have those

He is always supportive of you, and always patient when you think that you feel inadequate

He is literally perfect in all facets of everything

but

back to the sex

because im a horny bastard

he’s very old fashioned

and he loves facing you when the two of you are intimate

he loves the faces you make

and he loves to make you realize that he loves your body

he takes his time to make sure that he spends plenty of time on your breasts

to make sure you know that he loves them

he kisses them

licks them

sucks them

he loves them

he loves your ass

he loves all of you

literally

ALL of you

It just the way of the arthur

He also likes to remind you

even if you aren’t feeling down

how you make him feel

he just

RESPECT WOMEN JUICE GODDAMNIT

#rdr2 #rdr2 community #Rdr2 Headcannons #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 drabble

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im-no-jedi · 1 year

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the (true) problem with the TBB season 2 finale

the more I’ve been thinking on it and pondering wtf happened and why the fandom is reacting the way that it is, I’ve come to a conclusion about the season finale that I think explains it all.

over the years, I’ve been able to train myself to separate my personal opinions from things and look at them from an artistic perspective, despite the subject matter. things like blood and gore - although they still gross me out - aren’t as bothersome to me since taking theater classes in college and learning the science of how things like that are done in media. I’m able to look at things and critique them artistically as opposed to with pure emotion.

while I do still react on pure emotion (as some of y’all witnessed last Wednesday 😝), I also try to look back on things with that artistic perspective in mind. which is what I’ve been doing with The Summit and Plan 99. and while I can appreciate everything that happened artistically and dub each individual thing that happened as nothing short of a masterpiece, there’s one major issue that I realized right from the start that has been solidified now for me more than ever.

it was way too much content.

I’ve said already that I thought The Summit was done really, really well. the pacing was good, and it felt like the high-stakes TBB episodes we’re used to. but then Plan 99 hit. and golly gee, did it hit hard.

pardon the comparison, but everything that happened in Plan 99 was a literal train-wreck. Tech’s sacrifice. everyone getting injured. Cid’s betrayal. the Empire invading Ord Mantell. Hemlock capturing Omega. Crosshair and other Clones being experimented on. Emerie’s reveal of her true identity. and to top it all off, it ended on a cliffhanger.

that.... is WAY too much to absorb in one episode. like... waaaaaaaaay too much.

let’s just look at the fandom itself as an example. what’s everybody focused on right now more than anything else? Tech’s sacrifice. that in of itself is the hardest hitter here, by far. that alone was enough to carry the finale in terms of emotional intensity. but no, it didn’t stop there.

the team came out of the whole thing battered and bruised, with Omega seemingly taking the hardest hit. not too terrible, it’s happened before, like when Omega got taken by Cad Bane right after the whole Bracca endeavor. but here’s the thing. they barely had time to even grieve the loss of Tech before the Empire showed up on Ord Mantell. adding that plot point in so soon after losing Tech was literal lemon juice on our open wounds.

and then they had the gall to slap us in the face with everything on Mount Tantiss. do you know I’ve seen literally NOBODY talking about Emerie? we literally got confirmation of another female Clone, and NOBODY is talking about it???

this is what I mean. individually, on their own, these plot points are good and were done well imo. but geez louise, I felt like I went through a Super Saiyan fight having all of that thrown at me in one single episode. I feel like even if something like Tech’s sacrifice had been put at the end of The Summit as opposed to Plan 99, it might’ve alleviated things just a tad. still would’ve been too much though.

I’ve been absolutely blown away by every story choice made this season. I feel that way about the entire show, honestly. but I also think the finale was a misstep, solely in terms of the amount of content shown. I feel like this should’ve been the opener for season 3 as opposed to the end of season 2. at least have Omega getting captured be put off until then. cause right now, despite Omega being one of my favorite characters, I’m also still more focused on what happened to Tech more than anything else! and don’t even get me started on the Emerie thing, good GRIEF 🙄

again, individually, these plot points are GOOD. very good imo (except maybe the Emerie thing but I digress 😝). but man... why did we have to get them all at once. I remember, I literally stopped breathing at one point while watching Plan 99; that’s how bad it was. I was so overwhelmed and overstimulated and emotional that it was hard to even function. @jam-n-ham and I just sat in silence for like a full minute once the episode was over, unable to process what had even just happened. and well... I don’t necessarily count that as a good thing 😬

so yeah. all this to say, despite how good the individual plot points were in Plan 99, it was just far too much content for one episode. I think the whole thing with Ord Mantell and Mount Tantiss should’ve been held off for the beginning of season 3. because putting all of that immediately after the loss of Tech made it nearly impossible to even absorb properly as an audience. and the fandom’s reaction is proof of that.

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #tbb season 2 #hope this clarifies some things for some of y'all #if you're still struggling with what happened #this is probably why #it's hard going through multiple terrible things at once #and it's unfair that we as the audience had to endure that #this is honestly why I plan on changing some things in MLWTBB #because it's just too much man #give us some time to breathe for goodness sakes #I also hope some people are able to take my perspective on it #and look at everything from an artistic perspective #because it really does help #might even change your mind about certain things #personally it's helped me cope with what happened to Tech #cause now I actually believe more than ever that he'll come back #simply because of how things were presented throughout the season #Tech is a survivor just like Crosshair #and it'll be a much more satisfying story to continue that route than anything else #\o/#star warz #tbb spoilers

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benjaminthewolf · 2 years

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Mag Hank Lol

Ayo, @frak420blaze and the rest of the mawdness combat community, come get y’alls juice.

****

There wasn’t really much that your average, totally ordinary, innocent grunt could do to hide themself from the literal hellscape that was the post-apocalyptic area of Nevada. Narrow that area down to just its open wastelands however, and pretty quickly, that word “much” dissolves into the much more definitive form of “nothing”.

And that, you see, was precisely the reason that you had begun to freak out.

“P…p- Please don’t hurt me Mr. Mag Hank, sir! I’m not working for the Auditor! I have no connection to any of this at all! Please! You’ve gotta believe me!”

It had been by complete and utter terrible luck on your part that you had managed to run into the terrifying, gigantic form of Mag Hank on your journey across the wastelands. You had absolutely zero affiliation with the A.A.H.W., and yet would that even matter in the slightest up against someone as combat-hardened and powerful as Mag Hank? There was just no way to know. And that, (you see), was exactly why it came as such a shock to you that Mag Hank did not simply slaughter you on sight like he did with pretty much everyone else he encountered. No. Instead, Mag Hank seemed rather preoccupied in thought, the contents of which would only be known to himself for the current time being.

“Well, the options are quite clear. Either they’re lying and I slaughter them, or they’re telling the truth and I…” for some odd reason, Mag Hank was having trouble finishing that sentence. “...don’t slaughter them.” he eventually settled on “saying”.

Mag Hank proceeded to give you a good, long stare. There didn’t appear to be anywhere on your person where it was possible to hide a secret weapon. You were shakily holding your hands way up high anyway, so it wasn’t like you would even be able to take out your hypothetical secret weapon before Mag Hank made use of his most certainly not secret one(s) in order to strike first. There was but quite a select few with the capabilities to outmaneuver Hank J. Wimbleton, and in the mind of the man himself, there was just no way that you, this… pathetic, cowardly creature, could ever be one of them.

As such, Hank let out what could only be described as a “conclusive growl” before slowly lifting up his magnified arm in order to swiftly secure you within its grasp. Not to harm you, of course, but indeed, for a purpose of a rather…opposite nature.

Of course, that wasn’t what the situation looked like to you, and you were only able to let out a gutheral yelp of terror before Hank’s naturally tight grip around your middle practically forced you to snap shut. Your body was practically paralized in terror as Hank brought you closer to his face before his mask was pulled down by his other hand.

“Try your best not to freak out now. The less you struggle, the easier this will be for the both of us. This is the only way I can think of for you to hide right now, so unless you’d rather become a battle casualty instead, you’re just gonna have to calm down and shut up.” he did his best to explain despite his metal jaw.

Terrified as you were, you weren’t exactly sure what Mag Hank was even talking about, before his lip-less upper jaw and his metal jaw underneath slowly began to separate as you were brought even closer to his face. Due to the natural size difference between Mag Hank and your average grunt, it was quite easy for Hank to slip your quivering form into what remained of his mouth while keeping his grasp on you firm. And it was right then and there when realization hit you like a semi-truck, instantly causing your body to lock up, ceasing your mobility and rendering you completely and utterly helpless for the time being.

The inside of the maw reeked of pungent metal stench, which was no surprise considering the metal jaw and the hemoglobin in the blood between the teeth. Still though, it wasn’t exactly a pleasant smell, and being this close to it didn’t really help that fact at all. As he was lacking a tongue, Mag Hank was thus forced to tilt his head back slightly so gravity may be the one to let you slide on down towards your eventual destination instead.

Slipping down along the cold, hard surface of the metal jaw, the rough ridges above your being provide just enough traction to keep yourself from accidentally wiggling out or just straight up falling down straight to the floor. Your head suddenly bumps up against Mag Hank’s uvula before his head is tilted back even further, providing just enough of a gravitational force to allow your own to slip cleanly into the gullet before Hank initiates the first swallow. With the upper half of your body now firmly locked within Mag Hank’s throat, you knew that you now had no way of escaping even if your body could somehow magically snap back to a mobile state.

It was because of this that you were now able to start contemplating whether Hank was really doing this to keep you safe, or if he was merely tricking you into thinking so in order to quench his hunger. Your body gives an instinctive shudder as you begin to realize just what the implications of the latter option would be, before Hank swallows again, at last shoving the rest of your body into his throat, and thus allowing it to begin its job of pushing you on down towards his stomach. An area of as of yet undetermined levels of safety, but really, no matter how much you speculated, there wouldn’t be any way for you to know for sure until you got there.

As such, all you were able to do now was wait. Wait about as patiently as was physically and mentally possible in this situation as the throat muscles continue to squeeze and squelch your body towards your…perhaps literally…final destination.

At last, the low thumping sound of a heartbeat could be picked up. That meant you were close. Hank’s stomach just below gave a rather loud rumble as you began to approach the lower esophageal sphincter. You weren’t sure if that meant it was getting ready to house you within its confines, or churn you into mush within its confines, but, well, now it was time to find out.

You can’t help but almost instinctively close your eyes as you are at last squeezed out into the tight, warm chamber of the stomach, that which expanded but just slightly in order to fit your form. Weather as a guest or a meal? Now was the moment of truth.

Your body preemptively tenses up as you become fully prepped to brace the stinging acids as they melted into your flesh and down to the bone. And yet, to your…rather big…surprise, that didn’t happen. Not at all. In fact, instead of burning away at your skin layers while you desperately struggled for any potential hope of release or survival, the liquids that sloshed around within the gently churning chamber of Mag Hank’s stomach were doing…nothing. In fact, it almost just felt like you were sitting in plain ol’ PH neutral water.

You aren’t really sure whether to be relieved or confused in the first few moments, but really, considering the sheer state of Nevada right now, you ended up receiving a rather balanced mixture of both.

Hank on the outside slowly places his non-magnified hand over his stomach and begins to gently pat it.

“See? What did I tell you? I’ll hide you in there until we get somewhere safe, I’ll release you, and you’ll be just fine.”

Now that the initial “shock” was over, and the overall confusion of the situation began to fade away, you merely let out a gigantic sigh in order to wash away all your previous stress and anxiety about the situation at hand before you began to really settle down. I mean, it wasn’t like trust was something that readily existed as a concept in the minds of Nevadans, but this time…what miniscule amounts of trust had existed between you and Mag Hank, if at all, when this whole thing began, had now been confirmed and solidified. And now, you were about to do something that barely anybody in Nevada had ever been able to do at all since all of this…madness…began. Chill out.

Squishing your body into the thick, goopy walls of Hank’s stomach, you allowed yourself to become ensconced in its slickness and warmth as the harmless pool of water-like liquids below you gently lapsed upon the lower half of your being.

Listening intently to the ambient gurgles and grumbles constantly being produced by his stomach, as well as the baseline heartbeat at the center of it all, you let out one final sigh to completely void all the stress from your being before you closed your eyes once more, before one of the most quality naps you were to ever get in your entire Nevadan life at last began. Snoozing lighty within the softly churning chamber, Mag Hank on the outside is soon able to recognize your relaxation, and gives a slight head nod in satisfaction.

“Well, well, well! Would ya look at that? It really is quite amazing just what the simplest acts of decency can do to help someone when they’re done genuinely. Especially now, since…well…yeah.” he said to himself in his mind, not daring to say any of it out loud just in case anyone was lurking behind the naturally present rocks or slithering in secrecy in the shadows.

“Well, whether anyone is or not…” Mag Hank continued on as he gave his tummy a few more pats in order to further soothe your slumbering being. “It seems like this mission was a major success.”

#mawdness combat #soft vore #safe vore #wholesome vore #extreme cuddling #protection vore #protective vore #gt vore #g/t vore #male pred #pov vore #male predador #vore writing #vore story #vore stories #v0re #vor3 #fearplay

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katzkinder · 2 years

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Y’all I want Mahiru, Misono, and Sakuya to share an apartment for university so bad it would be a disaster (but also i want Misono and Sakuya to be friends kgjdf)

But like uhhhh

Mahiru going for a teaching degree, Misono for business, and Sakuya is also business with a minor in music because his public persona is as Tsubaki’s heir.

Which in a practical sense translates to him eventually using makeup to appear “older” when he “takes over” the company. He’s literally just the face. Tsubaki is still running things but he has to at least PRETEND he got old, so you get various Melancholies kind of rotating through the position while Tsubaki continues to actually handle everything behind the scenes.

Also Misono’s family own various businesses but their most famous are a toy and children’s clothing line named “Queen’s Heart” and “White Pawn”

What this equates to is business world gossip about how these two notoriously hard to get close to heirs (Misono who is prickly and Sakuya whose public persona is as a shy wallflower who doesn't talk) are both suddenly hanging out with this Random Normal Kid.

Sometimes Mahiru gets invited to functions they have to attend so they won’t go crazy

Camellia Corp is rather well known for hiring “undesirables,” re: people with criminal records. Their main business is in luxury hotels around the world, and while Tsubaki hires humans, usually they tend to be humans who are in the know about vampires, typically people his own subclass know and who he extends his affection to on the basis that his family also cares for them (claims to hate humans, does this lmao)

Meanwhile, the Alicein are philanthropists who, in addition to toys and clothing, also do modeling for their products through themselves. They prefer it this way because it allows them to make sure the child models they hire are well taken care of, and for the older teens, comfortable and not exploited by agencies or photographers. Sometimes they sprinkle some of Lily’s subclass in among the models, and they don’t typically do static poses, instead preferring “casual” modeling where the kids actually play with the toys or in the clothes. Because of this, one of the best features of their clothing lines is that they’re designed with the comfort of children in mind first, but remain fashionable and chic. It also ensures that the pictures come out with a more genuine, happy feeling to them.

Queen’s Heart toyline prefers to focus on classics, like board games, stuffed animals, dolls, puzzles etc. Depending on the intended age group, the packaging will have different designs in order to appeal to those age groups, with fairies being a motif for the younger children, and stylized butterflies for older ones. Everything is branded with Lily in mind.

... This was supposed to be about the Juice Gang going to university together.

#servamp #kat's katerwauling #get it #cuz orange and grape #im hilarious

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