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seattlesellie · 1 year

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color me ♡

pairing: ellie williams x reader

warnings: pure smut, rough sex, breeding strap, fake cum swallowing, ass play, maybe a lil gross but 🤍

authors note: so i dont know whats actually inside those breeding straps and if its not actually safe to digest… sorry! obvs based on an old one of mine n @elskittie important server discussions <3

"El Ellie, Ellie — Ah!" was the only repeating sentence that left you whiney mouth for the past seven minutes. Ellie was quick with it, brutal, even. The sharp pain of her strap's ongoing strokes and thrusts rendering you borderline unconscious. You liked being like this, didn't you? her personal rag doll, being thrown around for her pleasure.

She wasn't afraid of telling you how much you liked it, either. Ellie loved basking in your neediness for her, in how dumb you looked when she fucked you senseless. Each resounding slap against your flesh, and every firm tug of her fist on your hair served as a vivid affirmation of her power over you. "You fucking like that? huh?" she gasped in amidst the rhythmic thrusts. You could feel her in your tummy, feel her stinging inside of your brain. "Like being like this f'me? yeah?" she was panting like an animal, you could feel how close she was by the way she was swallowing her words. Her voice was hoarse, and she struggled to maintain her composure, almost falling apart right there with you. Slap! you were on all fours now, face shoved in the soft, cream colored pillow, ass shamelessly spread completely open. You felt vulnerable, like she could see everything. Ellie wasn't always like this, see, she loved taking her time. Caressing you, giving you tiny pecks everywhere around your body, like little butterflies landing on your skin. Today wasn't like this. “Get on the bed" she commanded after getting back from a three day hunt. You knew it by the flare in her eyes, by the way she couldn't look at you directly. Whatever happened there was between her and herself only. Oh, how Ellie loved how you looked. "Pretty asshole too, huh?" She panted, her thumb gently tracing circles around the perimeter of your clenched entrance. "So fucking—" she growled, and stuck her thumb inside, leaving a stinging pain ringing inside of your body. Twisting it in slow circles, it's deliberate, controlled movements akin to a meticulously driven screw, twisting slowly, intensifying the sensation with each revolution. "So fucking tight everywhere" she marveled. You couldn't even respond, drool cascaded onto the rumpled sheets beneath you. You were whimpering, screaming, god, she had effortlessly coaxed three mind-shattering orgasms from your trembling form. You could have passed out already, you could have been laying on her chest, listening to her soft breathing by now. But this truly, wasn't about you. With a forceful strike, she gave your ass another harsh slap. It morphed into a deep shade akin to a bruised blue. "Pretty" she panted. You were mumbling incoherently, a mixture of "thank you Ellie" and "for you, Ellie". You wanted to ask her — "You really think I'm pretty?" "Am I yours forever? You making me yours?" but goddamn, you were too fucked out to function. She slipped her other thumb inside your tightest hole, as if her other one wasn't enough. The overwhelming sensation caused your vision to blur with celestial bursts, your voice erupting in a symphony of screams and desperate pleas that reached the heavens themselves. "Ellieeeee — too tight!" you babbled. She plunged it deeper with a cocky grin. That action drove you to instinctively fight against her grip, your hands frantically clawing at the fabric of the sheets, seeking a desperate anchor to reality. She formed a tight fist around your hair, yanked it, and pulled you by gripping her fingers tight on your ass. Don't you dare.

"Don't you fucking run away from me" she grunted, and kept her grip on your waist.

"Stay" she commanded, and you did. Her desperate grunts and the fact that she reached that little spot, that spot no one else ever did, made your stomach tie in tight knots. You were fucking close, too. And she knew it. Who knows you better than her? "Gonna let me fucking use you" she growled, "Gonna let me fucking cum inside of you?” she told, her breath hot and unsteady against your neck. And then, it was as if a cartoonish light bulb appeared over your head. You smiled dumbly to yourself. You really are fucking nasty. "In my mouth" you hiccuped. Her hand left your plump ass, and started forming small, harsh circles on your clit. She was flabbergasted, her strokes slowing down. "In your what?" she questioned, her voice deep. "Want you to cum on my face" you stated. Simple as that. Ellie laughed, she laughed at you. "You're fucking nasty, you know that? she teased, the faint sensation of her smile pressed against your shoulder conveyed the delight she derived from your desires. Those words could have made her come on the spot. "Get on your knees" she commanded, and pulled the plastic cock out of you with a deep, breathy grunt. You clenched, feeling utterly empty without her deep inside. You pouted with a small "mhm". Ellie gave you a stern look. It was so, so clear how hard she was controlling herself, her own clit throbbing and begging for release. "You wanted this" she said, and squeezed your plump cheeks together. She almost forced you to open your mouth, stick your tongue out in order to directly spin on you, but you wanted something much, much more disgusting. It was an ego trip for her, truly. She yanked you down, and got you to get on your knees with a loud thump. That was going to leave a bruise. Oh, how you weren't expecting Ellie's next step. She grabbed the large silicone shaft in her hands, an pinched your chin, to get you to look at her. Ellie had her eyes fixated on you, entranced. You looked pathetic, sticky drool on your chin, thighs covered in your own release. Her look was piercing through you. She caressed your cheek delicately, calloused hand grazing your skin. She was going to burn this moment in her memory. If she could, she would have taken a picture — but this was still an apocalypse, and she got ever so lucky from just finding the obscene sexy toy during one of her patrols. She took the base of the cock, and began grinding in on her own clit. If she was going to cum on your face, it had to be the real fucking deal. "Ohhh god — shit" She moaned deeply, never once leaving your eyes. You felt your own clit throbbing, a swarm of butterflies buzzing in your stomach. You trailed your hand down and began forming slow circles on your clit, still wet, still deliciously creamy. She bit her lower lip. She would have scolded you for your desperate actions, how dare you touch yourself when she's right there — but thankfully, she knew you just couldn't help it. Breathy, high pitched moans were escaping her mouth, she really was fucking close, rubbing it all over her wet cunt. "Don't you fucking look away from me" she commanded, swallowing her own words. “Don't you dare." The shaft's movements on her cunt were deeper now, faster, the base hitting her puffy button just right, pressing on it. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, almost fucking there. "Gonna cum" she panted. "Stick that fucking tongue out - Fuck — stick it out" her eyebrows were squinted together, jeez, how you loved her fuck-face. She was full on whimpering your name, hand wrapped around your scalp. She shook the strap up and down on her glistening slit.

It was a marvelous look, my god.

She could feel the white colored pleasure taking over, and almost instinctively, as if it was truly connected to her, grabbed the balls of the strap, squeezed them hard, and as she rode her orgasm - the white, thick, creamy liquid squeezed out of the tip of her cock, splashing all over your warm, eager tongue, and then all over your face. "Holy— fucking— shit" she moaned, riding it out, marveling in how much of a fucking whore you looked like, covered in cream. She was delirious, almost, because she swore it felt like it came out of her own cunt.

Unsurprisingly, who would have thought, you came all over your fingers. Ellie laughed, again, astonished, panting and grunting obscenities.

"You fucking — " she gulped, and rubbed the liquid all over your tongue with her fingers. tracing it up down, swirling it all over your mouth. "Swallow it" she commanded, hypnotized by your pathetic look.

"Cumslut" she whispered in disbelief.

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Hey mei!

Can i request a Spencer x Reader where reader crochets? And they dress super colourful and become like besties with garcia🤞 very much stevie nicks vibes maybe theyre a bit spritual aswell🧘‍♀️

maybe GN!reader but i dont mind.

Thank youu 💞💞

I wasn't sure how to incorporate all of that into one blurb so i focused more on the first aspects!

“Spencer.” You’re breathless as you stop by his desk, having rushed from the kitchen to get there the moment he sat down, “I made you something.”

You announce it proudly, with the puff of your chest and a bright, shiny grin. He’s used to receiving gifts from you, you jokingly call him your sugar baby, and at this point he thinks it’s true. Yarn is expensive, he’s found, and you go through an alarming rate to weave it together for him.

“Really?” He raises an eyebrow, looking up curiously at you, “Can I see it now, or do I have to wait?”

“You can see it now,” You reach for your bag at his question, finger hooking around something inside before you narrow your eyes at him. That’s his cue, and he snaps his eyes shut, clenching them tightly so that you won’t be able to accuse him of peeking while holding his hands out.

He hears the rustle of your bag, of whatever’s tucked inside, then something soft, alarmingly so, is placed on his palms.

“There,” You him, “Open, Spence.”

His eyes land on a much larger mass of fabric than he’d been expecting to find, used to flower-print bookmarks and water bottle sleeves from your craft. This is bigger, with multiple colors of yarn woven in— this is a sweater vest. It’s primarily brown, a few different shades in a pattern together, but it seems that you couldn't resist adding one of your own pops of color, a splash of green thrown in to give it a mossy appearance.

"Wow," He mumbles, fingers tracing the soft material, "Angel, this is- wow, you made this?"

"I did," You grin, leaning down to kiss his cheek. It's rushed and a little sloppy, but it's Spencer's favorite kind, because it feels like you're racing to love him.

"Thank you," He turns to hug you, letting the vest hang from his grip, "Is it- do I need to wash it or something, before I wear it?"

"No," You giggle, "Just wear it whenever, Spence."

He stands clumsily from his chair, abrupt and sticking out like a sore thumb in the quiet, still bullpen, "I'm gonna wear it now."

He wrestles with the sweater vest he's got on, one of his favorites but now paling in comparison to yours. He lets it fall haphazardly onto his desk, but he'll tuck it away neatly in his bag later. The sweater vest is a perfect fit on him, and he wonders if you've been checking the sizing of his clothes while he's been sleeping.

"Angel this is perfect," He commends you, grinning adoringly at the satisfied smile on your face, "You should sell these or something."

"No, that's too big of a commitment," You wrinkle your nose at the idea, "But, if you want, I can make you a full sweater?"

His brows shoot up until they're nearly enveloped by the hair hanging over his face. He can't imagine the time it would take to hand craft an entire sweater, in fact, he's still in awe you've made him the vest, so he tugs your contemplative face into his chest with an arm around your waist.

"I love whatever you make me," He promises, kissing the crown of your head, "But if that's too much work for you, don't strain yourself. I need all of your fingers in tact," He takes your hand in his, intertwining your digits, "I couldn't hold your hand if you broke it crocheting too close to the sun."

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dognonsense · 3 months

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Question...how do you make your patches? They seem so fuckin cool. I'm working on a vest and a jacket atm, and I'd like for them to be done by the time a pride fest rolls around next month.

Main technique I use for making patches nowadays is linocut. Its best suited for mass production of patches.

Make sure to remember your carving the mirror image so you have to flip all the text. Using tracing paper to flip the design is a good trick, as well as leaving graphite marks on side, then pressing that to the lino to leave the marks in the same spot. Another trick with pencil is to view what ur carving in negative space quickly, put a paper over your design and shade over it with pencil, darker marks will be where you haven't carved yet.

I use speedball fabric ink, it takes 1 week to set then will be fine to be washed. I have magenta, violet, turqouise, and white. They have a limited range of fabric colors at the store. I have seen gold and silver fabric paint for sale and I will investigate it one day.

I use a speedball roller, i find the smaller one to be better than the big one as I can be more precise and waste less ink.

I got a fancy handle for $40 but the screws fallen out so its broken now so just get some heavy books. I used to use a mug. Whats important is pushing your whole body weight into it.

I got a speedball carving tool with different heads I can swap out so I can cut into the lino at different deepness and widths. The heads are stored inside the tool since its hollow and has a screwable removable bottom. I use linocut or dollar store erasers for my carvings. Make sure to wash the ink off your linocuts after your done using them.

A thing to increase the lifespan of you're linocuts is to use wood glue, some cork or wood pieces, and glued the lino stamps onto them. I dont do that yet so my stamps fall appart from overuse sometime and because I cut way too deep into the lino since I hate chatter.

Chatter is the term for in linocutting when theres little messy lines and stuff. It makes the art more recognisably to be linocut. My work is very clean with no chatter which is why people don't notice its linocut usually. This is a stylistic choice, with diy styles having a lot of chatter can look really cool so experiment with leaving bits of extra uncarvered lino sticking out in ur stamp. I need to experiment and buy some more lino.

You can also use multiple linocut stamps together to make a patch. Some patches ive made have like 8 different stamps. Ive made a dog nonsense patch where each letter was their own eraser stamp. You can also use different colors between the different lino stamps on the same patch to add more color. An effect I like to do is first stamp it in color, then the next day I stamp it in white over the same spot but shifted to the right and down slightly. It makes the text have a cool border 3D effect I love doing.

If making a more detailed picture with colors, i reccomend hand painting patches. I use white fabric paint mixed with acrylics for color to get all the shades i need. Acrylic paint mixed with fabric softener works too.

If doing words and you dont want a unique font reccomend using letter stamps. If you want a unique font for that i recommend hand paint for individual or linocut for mass produce.

The positive of letter stamps is the font is neat and can be done quickly. I know from lending them to my roommate that they are very helpful if you have dyslexia and have trouble getting letters right.

A visual effect of the letter stamps is that have a nice boxy edge effect, its an imperfection that adds a personally touch to it. I have both lower and upper case stamps that I got from michaels. You can use a hair band or elastic to hold a bunch of letter stamps together to make a word stamp.

You can use other stamps than letters that you find at craft stores for example my racoon print is a craftstore stamp.

You can also find big plastic letter stencils at the dollar store that you can use to do lettering by filling in gaps with a sponge or or paintbrush. They make special paintbrushes just for using stencils.

You can also get plastic stencils in the shapes of things, i got some for children and use a horse stencil for my horse smoking weed patch. Easier than drawing a horse myself.

Another technique I use for more unique clean patches is gel plating. I haven't tried printing laserprint images with it as ive seen online a lot but I will try one day. What i personally do is use it to make imprints with chains and physical objects.

Another thing i use with gelplates are any stamps or linocuts that dont have words, or words ones that i fucked up with and forgot to mirror when carving. It flips mirror image twice with the gel plate so it goes back to being right again on the patch.

Another patch making technique is using foamboard cut into shapes glued onto cardboard. This is good for a quick test of a design and is very cheap to make. It will not hold under water so is more difficult to clean.

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privitivium · 3 months

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i love your fics so much your page is the first thing i check when i get on tumblr 😭 can i request a really soft dom top denji with a very whiny sub bot reader?

thanks,,, teehee,,,

soft domtop denji x whiny subbot reader,,,,

both amab, cw:: light teasing, no mentions of makima ruining lives.

you just missed him so much today... s'all... nothing too bad... and now, in the comfort of his, your lovers room while he was in the bathroom after teasing you. you lay, squirming on his messily made bed with a prick uncomfortably pressing against the fabric of your pantsㅡyou mewl his name lowly;; "denjiii..." writhing against the bed - desperately, "n-need you... denjii.." your voice dropping to a mere whisper and giving into your baser urges... trailing your fingertips down your navel and ever so softly grazing along your uncomfortably clothed prickㅡhe was just taking a moment to clean himself up,,, unwilling to put his dick anywhere near you without being thoroughly wiped down-! n there he was... screaming he wasnt into dudes but making sure hes clean enough to stick his dick anywhere near his beloved lil bf,,,,,

exiting the bathroom hurriedly and ,,, immediately hovering over you; plucking your hand away from touching yourself with a frown - causing you to hiss in disatisfaction. he gently caresses it himself, grinning smugly as he settles over you, straddling you-! "denji." you grumble in a mild warning, feeling itchy wet spot beginning to form from your dick being so compressed in your fucking pants...

"s'okay, c'mon..." he was so thoughtful... helping to pull your shirt over your head - grinning wildly; similar to a puppydogs' eagerness as he throws the shirt off to the side, to the floor... the devilman huffing, breathless in mere marvel before lurching forward and burrowing his face in the crook of your now bare neck; lean frame pressed against yours and - nipping softly and gently at the flesh of your neck. "denji." you drone out; you also... merely liked saying his name... something he got used to - and now adores. grinning so widely, a little sly...

ㅡ"haah? what's that?" he grumbles, hands roaming along your torso-

ㅡ"please..." you complain pitifully, leaning away from his teeth and opting to shove your face into his neck - taking a chance to nibble while you still had it before he was groaning that he wanted to taste you again... n he calls u whiny..?? "j-just ... missed you so much... today." you seemed a little shy admitting - something that made denji's cheeks darken, your thighs squeezing together and prick pleading to be released from the confines of your clothes - denji doubts that you missed him as much as he missed you... having to jerk off a couple of times in the bathroom during the day just because you plagued his mind too much - now he gets to be in the comfort of his whiny lil boyfriends arms... and innards... or maybe you did! maybe you one-upped him by jerking off to him more than he did you-!

"yeah? ... i missed you too, alot... but, please uh, what?" he hums, playing stupid as per usual - teeth nipping at a particularly sensitive part of your neck and you whimper; flinching underneath him before he had you sprawled out - underneath his toned body,,

admittedly, so prettily naked along his awesomely huge bed... "c'monnn... gotta use your words, heheh..." denji,,, please.m,,, he rubs his rough, yet gentle hand against your weeping prick, humming softly in content - "jeez... n' i'm not even to this point yet... i think thats a record..." swirling his thumb around your fleshy tip in wonder - just so similar to his own, admiring the different textures-

ㅡ"s-stop it... d-dont... i want you inside already... please, denji..." you stress, jaw clenching and avoiding eye contact - were you embarrassed to cum on your own boyfriend who has a knack for cumming like a virgin?? denji snickers, face blooming an even darker shade of red and palming himself at the sight of you,,, "of course, of course, m' sorry..." voice grumbly n so quick to help you finger yourself - lubing you up properly before he has the nerve to stick his dick in you,, "y-yes... nnh - please-"

"ssnngh.. f-ffu-uck..." so vocal for him,,, he cant help but be all giddy and snap his hips forward - completely filling you up and nearly making you choke in surprise... setting a steady pace; before you were whining n whimpering at him to go faster,,, eyes drawn to the source of light - and turning away from the sliding doors that led to the balcony and covering your eyes with your arm with a soft whimper of mild embarrassment even though no one could see in through the doorsㅡ

denji snickers lowly, huffing as he reaches out and slowly guides your arm away from your faceㅡ"don't you want everyone to see that you're the babe chainsaw man comes home to?" he teases, leaning over and bumping his nose against yours in a lovely form of affection while balls deep - you, working back into him. truly, 100 percent given from each partner... "noooo-!! q-quit it..." weakly hitting at his arm before you were fumbling to hold his hands,,, romantic.

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maaaariii · 7 months

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'i got a girlfriend' -Hanma shuji

you decide to mess with your drunk boyfriend..

Hanma shuji was always down to get drunk.

'and then i punched him right in the face...you shoulda fuckin' seen it doll' shuji laughs boisterously in your direction, not caring about the people around him.Typical.

'seriously blood everywhere..' You cant help but laugh and mockingly put your hand on his shoulder, a light flush shading his face..

'you alright?' you chuckle at his more than tipsy state. Hanma rolls his eyes knowing you were poking fun at him

'm fine.. *hiccup* only been a few drinks..'

his words are more than slurred as he turns his head to look you in the eye-just to stick his tongue out at you. you nod and snicker,giving him a sarcastic thumbs up 'a few...totally..' he swats your hand away and calls for another drink-a sly grin cracks on your face a new idea to mess with him coming to you... 'm going to the bathroom shuji...' you stand up speaking with your normal innocent tone 'yeah,yeah be quick baby..' his voice is gruff and strained...cigarettes and alcohol aren't a good pair..

Hanma is a possessive man..he like to have nice things to himself...as much as he looks and sounds like a player...he'll never leave someone he truly likes (hes a loyal mf basically)

....So when you emerge from the bathroom 20 minutes later with your hair done slightly differently and a pair of shades on, you find him slumped in the same spot staring down into his glass,head lulling forwards waiting patiently for you...but shuji was drunk out of his mind..so much that he couldn't see straight and his eyes became watery making everything a blur.. You approach him slowly, snickering quietly and run your finger along his back..putting on a slightly new voice to trick him

'hey there, handsome~'...you coo to him..voice like honey.. it takes Hanma a few moments to register your touch, his body shaking a little from the large volume of alcohol in his system..he coughs once,then twice then sputters drunkenly with his raspy and slightly intimidating voice... 'the hell...?'

'....dont touch me'

you fight to hold back a chuckle and trail your finger to his shoulder lightly caressing his bicep which you know he likes 'woah..easy mister..i-'

'i got a girlfriend.' his eyes remain deeply focused on the liquid in his glass, head rocking forward as he tries to stable himself.

'yeah? i dont see her...'

'then look for her...shes wearin a blue...' hanmas drunken words trail off as he stares intensely into his glass...he takes a few moments to turn his head and you stay silent in the hopes he'll realise.. His eyes wander...to the left of you,then to the right and even above your head..looking intently for something

'shes wearin a...' he mumbles,still looking around for..well,you.Finally he shifts his gaze to you, looking kinda defeated...

'a blue...shirt...?'....his eyes widen slightly as he takes hold of the fabric of your shirt, tugging you towards him...he grins at you and starts giggling like a little girl

'y/n!!' his giggles turn to laughs..as you finally speak back in your regular voice-taking off your shades

'you took your time didnt you?'

'ughhh you're a little shit....' he groans in annoyance, keeping an arm around your hips as you stood next to him....'i thought you were lost'

'you only cared about the fact i was lost and not that a smoking hot babe was hitting on you..?....we have different priorities huh?' he giggles some more, giving a light kiss to your side and nodding drunkenly.

'im gonna get you back baby...ya made me think i got hoes...hehe ♡'

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jovialmoonprincess · 6 months

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AU: Journey to Redemption (Part 2)

First Part. / The Winter Ball

Coriolanus Snow x Fem!reader

Summary: Y/N, a young idealist in Panem, dreams of making a difference in a post-war society. As the winner of the prestigious Plinth Prize is about to be announced, a mysterious woman unveils a grim fate for Coriolanus Snow, Y/N's nemesis. Offered a chance to alter destiny, Y/N must navigate her conflicting emotions and intervene in pivotal moments to prevent Snow's descent into darkness. The story unfolds against the backdrop of complex relationships, past connections, and the challenges of a changing world, as Y/N grapples with the responsibility of shaping an unexpected destiny and challenging the very fabric of fate.

Word Count: 2k.

Warning(s): None, 15 yo Corio!! FLUFF FLUFF THE KIISS READ IT FOR THE KISS

A/N: First Fic EVER, dont be mean pls. Also Im not a english native speaker, sorry for any spelling errors. Just saw Songbirds and Snakes and Tom Blyth as President Snow is living rent free in my head! Feedback is appreciated! Comment to be tag in the next part" And REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

Y/N was nervous. Attending parties wasn't something she was used to, especially in the Capitol. Her father always reminded her not to trust anyone, and distrust had become second nature to her. Tigris, her friend, had borrowed her a dress, even though her father could now afford to buy as many as she wanted. Tigris insisted she needed something special, something she had that would be perfect. When Y/N asked if Tigris was going to wear it, the answer was no; the dress wasn't hers and wouldn't fit, but it would look gorgeous on Y/N. Tigris, with her generous heart, always tried to cheer up Y/N when she cried out of fear and missed her friends from the districts. And surprisingly, Tigris never judged her, perhaps because she shared her own fears and people to care about.

Tigris understood when Y/N called suggesting a girls' night. It was a code for "my father is unbearable, only talks about war, and I want to stay away from him at least tonight." Tigris simply made a list of activities for them, from plucking eyebrows to watching romance movies on TV.

Y/N's dress was stunning, in a bright navy blue shade. And it was the first time she wore heels. Tigris also borrowed her the jewelry. Y/N walked with cautious steps, afraid that someone would look at her and discover she was an imposter. Even though she was part of the Capitol now, she didn't know how people would react.

After almost an hour of pretending to be invisible and enjoying the chocolate dessert on the table, people started leaving the dance floor. They got tired of dancing and were heading for the food, the only activity they seemed to practice. Y/N left the table to get some air; so many people were starting to tire her, even without talking to them yet. Outside, the scenery was beautiful, with a flower-filled garden, water mirrors, and something like an illuminated gazebo. She walked there; it was already night, and she wanted some fresh air. Looking at the night sky was comforting, something shared by everyone, regardless of their districts.

"Hey, this dress looks beautiful on you." She almost had a heart attack; it wasn't for anyone to notice her. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." It was Corio, Tigris's cousin, always kind when he saw her.

"Thank you, it was Tigris…" She couldn't finish the sentence.

"It was my mother's; my grandmother gave it to Tigris, but it suits you much better. Tigris likes things less… simple." A compliment, perhaps?

"Thank you, it's a really beautiful dress." She replied with a smile. Almost too beautiful that it doesn't suit me. She felt guilty for undoing the memory of the boy's mother.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. Y/N couldn't stop looking into his blue eyes; how could someone be so beautiful? It was almost painful.

"I came out to get some air; it was too hot inside." She replied.

"Just when I was about to invite you to dance?" He smiled; my God, he looked even more beautiful smiling. Y/N! What's happening to you?? He's from the Capitol. You shouldn't be getting involved with these people, at least not sincerely.

"Oh, I don't know how to dance." She lied; what if he leaves and forgets that she's wearing his mother's dress. Maybe that's why he's here; he must have confused his feelings. After all, why else would he approach her? Oh, maybe he just wants to be friends with his cousin's friend. Could be, right?

"I can teach you." He was already so close to her; she could feel her heart beating in her throat. "If you want…" He extended his hand to her, and Y/N took it. What harm could it do, after all?

The touch of their skins was electrifying. He placed a hand on her waist, and she breathed; it was as if there wasn't enough air between them. She didn't even realize she was holding her breath. The music could be heard clearly from there, as well as the sound of their feet on the wooden floor.

"Tigris talks a lot about you. I think you're the only friend she really likes. She feels at home with you." There was sincerity in his words.

"We have very similar stories; I also went hungry during the first rebellion." Corio was an intriguing character; Y/N didn't know what his real intentions were. He seemed like a good guy, even if he was closed off.

"I heard your father is sick, is it true?" He seemed slightly concerned. Y/N met Trigis first, because of their parents. They became good friends despite the age difference.

"Oh, yes, it seems that sometimes winning a battle doesn't mean winning the war. The battle ends, but life goes on, and problems still arise." She spoke with a sad and thoughtful voice.

"It's kind of unfair, isn't it?" He asked as they continued to dance slowly.

"What?"

"Having to worry about hunger while there are people inside who claim to be hungry all the time, even without knowing the real meaning." She didn't expect to hear that, at least not from him. Corio seemed quite comfortable among his friends.

"Yes, it's unfair." She replied seriously. "I wish I could change all of this."

"You know, people like you, me, and Tigris. We deserve more; we have to strive to reach the top." Corio was ambitious; anyone could see that.

"I think we're already at the top." Whether she liked it or not, feeling hungry in the Capitol was different from living in the outer districts. At least here, they had a chance to be heard if they spoke at the right time.

"This isn't the top, Y/N." She didn't know how much she needed to hear him say her name until he said it for the first time. "We're in the Capitol, but we're still not at the top."

"What would be the top for you, Corio?"

"Being president. It's the highest position; I'm sure that when I get there, I can really do something." The way he spoke was as if he wanted to improve the country's situation. To be a fair and democratic leader.

"Sorry about the dress; I didn't know it was your mother's." Y/N didn't want to ruin the moment by talking about politics. They would have better opportunities for that.

Tigris probably said something about Corio's mother, but Y/N's memory was terrible.

"It's been a while since she died, in my sister's birth." She could see a glimpse of pain in his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"The dress looks beautiful on you; I'm glad my grandmother kept it." Y/N's heart skipped a beat.

"Thank you."

All was silent. All was still. But as they looked at each other's eyes, they heard the unmistakable clamor of their own hearts. Corio was getting closer to her, his lips so close to hers. It was like one of the movies she watched with Tigris.

When their lips touched, something ignited inside Y/N; it was as if nothing else existed. It was a feeling that, if cultivated, promised to become addictive, a sweet dependence that she wouldn't be in a hurry to overcome. His lips were soft, an irresistible invitation, and his touch was like a gentle caress, unhurried, as if he wanted to savor every moment of that unique moment. One of Corio's hands held Y/N's waist with care, while the other stroked her face gently and firmly, as if sealing a silent pact between them. The kiss was like a hot summer day in the middle of winter, a comforting surprise that transported her to a place where there was only the softness of Corio's lips and the delicate and firm touch of his hands.

It was a kiss that transcended time and space, a promise of something deeper and more intense that awaited on the horizon. Breaking the kiss, the gaze they exchanged contained the promise of a future that, at that moment, seemed full of exciting possibilities. The world around them may have continued in silence, but within them, the melody of that kiss would echo for a long time.

The first kiss was a revelation, a sublime experience that transcended circumstances. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to attribute part of this enchantment to the beauty of the setting, but above all to the even more dazzling figure of Coriolanus. At that moment, for the first time, Y/N felt truly beautiful, removed from the ruthless clutches of war. It was as if, for a brief moment, she found the calm before the storm.

Although she wanted to prolong the kiss, Y/N interrupted it, yielding to the inevitable need for a pause. Their gazes intertwined in silence, a communication deeper than any words could express. Coriolanus's eyes, an ocean of blue fascination, were irresistible, and Y/N felt submerged in the intensity of that gaze. Withdrawing gently, she sought refuge on a nearby bench, and Corio, in silence, took a seat beside her. Hesitation hung between them, neither daring to initiate the next exchange of words.

"Did you enjoy the chocolate dessert, didn't you?" Corio's soft voice broke the silence, eliciting a sincere laugh from Y/N. Had he noticed the taste of chocolate on her lips, or had he just watched her during the dance in the hall? The question lingered in the air, hovering between them, lacking the courage to be asked.

"I loved it," confessed Y/N, although she couldn't determine if she was talking about the dance, the dessert, or the kiss. Perhaps all the options were correct.

"You lied to me," accused the young Snow.

"What?" Y/N laughed again.

"You said you didn't know how to dance." The accusation came with a smile from Corio.

"Maybe," she replied, smiling.

Hours unfolded in deep conversations, a natural harmony between Y/N and Corio. Words flowed, laughter echoed, and the kiss, a magical moment that both chose to ignore, was never mentioned again. Corio, a dreamer aligned with Y/N's aspirations, revealed remarkable ambition and unwavering confidence. Meanwhile, Y/N still struggled with uncertainties about her destiny, eager to capture some of the determination radiating from Corio.

It was the ultimate moment when Y/N felt truly connected to Corio. At that moment, she sincerely believed that he was destined for an extraordinary future as a student in the Capitol. With the passage of time, that memory became nostalgic, a pearl of an irrecoverable past.

In present times, in the Capitol (4 years later)

Y/N, immersed in reverie, contemplated a photo taken with Tigris during the ball. After this glimpse of the past, resentment towards Corio increased. How could he get so close so quickly and distance himself just as fast? They could have continued. However, after that winter break that year, Snow didn't spend more than 5 seconds near her. Their interactions were limited to fights, but even so, Y/N couldn't ignore the boy's beauty.

A last dance preceded the Plinth Prize weekend. It would be an opportunity to meet Corio again, four years after that memorable kiss, in drastically altered circumstances. Y/N awaited eagerly, sometimes questioning her sanity, pondering if everything that woman had said would come true. Corio would graduate, go to university, meet someone, and find happiness. He wouldn't become a murderer, let alone a dictator.

Y/N couldn't help but notice that something had changed in Corio since that first kiss. The boy who was once dreamy and affable now exhibited a more closed-off side, as if a shadow had settled in his soul. Every word was measured, and his smiles were scarce, replaced by a serious and concerned expression.

Corio had become more abrupt, and the lightness that characterized his personality seemed to have been replaced by intense seriousness. Y/N noticed that he closed himself off, keeping a distance that didn't exist before. That touch of softness and charm, present in the boy who taught her to dance and gave her an unforgettable kiss, had turned into an aura of tension.

Y/N remembered one of their first fights.

In a classroom full of tension and academic expectations, the teacher announced with a firm voice, "For the next assignment, we'll have randomly assigned pairs." The students' gazes met, a mixture of anxiety and curiosity. Among them were Y/N and Corio, both already known for their rivalries and fierce competitions.

The draw took place, and fate decided that Y/N and Corio would be partners in the next academic endeavor. A wave of murmurs ran through the room, accompanied by intrigued looks directed at the two protagonists.

On a cold study afternoon in the library, Y/N was immersed in her books, tracing meticulous notes and underlining important passages. Corio, on the other hand, flipped through pages with a serious expression, focused on absorbing all available knowledge.

As the hours passed, tension grew. Each had their own approach to the task, and soon the differences became apparent. Y/N preferred to explore ideas and theories more broadly, while Corio delved into specific details, prioritizing accuracy.

"You need to focus, Y/N. These assignments will shape our academic future," said Corio, his tone a mixture of concern and impatience.

Y/N lifted her eyes from the books, facing Corio with a resistant expression. "I'm not disregarding the importance, Corio. I just believe that there are more ways to learn than simply burying yourself in books all the time."

Y/N's words hit Corio like a challenge, and his response came with an unexpected intensity. "Do you think you can afford not to dedicate yourself entirely to studies? The competition here is fierce, Y/N, and only the best succeed." The discussion unfolded, and sharp words flew between them like arrows. Y/N advocated the idea that university life should be more than just grades and rankings, while Corio insisted that the path to success was paved with tireless effort and dedication.

The tension reached its peak when Y/N, driven by frustration, accused Corio of having lost the ability to dream and live beyond academic expectations. Corio, in turn, responded with the accusation that Y/N was being naive and reckless about her future.

The argument, fueled by intense emotions and fundamental differences, echoed through the silent library, drawing curious glances from other students trying to focus on their own studies. As the inflamed words dissipated, Y/N and Corio stared at each other, aware that they had crossed a line separating their views, revealing the depth of the differences that now threatened the stability of their relationship. The ensuing silence was laden with resentment and the bitter feeling that something significant, beyond grades and books, was shattering between them.

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Just wanted to drop a quick note to say a massive thank you for all the love, likes, comments, and follows on my story. <3

Big virtual hugs and high-fives to each and every one of you. See you on Part III.

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444rockstargf · 10 months

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"be a good baby, do what i want." | dan cooper

off to the races. - lana del rey

summary: trying out a toy on dan.

dom!reader x sub!dan

contents: masturbation, use of vibrator

not proofread.

you had him wrapped around your finger. he was your little bitch, and he knew it too. all you had to do was ask him to put on the slutty little maid dress that you'd gotten for him, and he did it in a heartbeat.

you took a sliky black ribbon and tied a bow in his hair, making him look perfect for what you had planned for tonight.

dan had been very good at hiding his curiousity, but by this point he couldn't take it anymore. "so, uh, why'd you have me get into this, anyway..?" he asked nervously. you found it adorable how he was already slightly intimidated.

"don't worry about it, danny. just trust me. you know i'd never do anything to hurt you." you smiled sweetly, patting his cheek. you couldve sworn you heard him purr. "now, get on the bed." you tone had gone from sweet and smooth like honey to a firm and dominating one.

dan didnt even hesitate to follow your instruction. he got onto the bed, looking at you as he waited for your next move. you grinned a little as you walked to the drawer, pulling out a cardboard box from it.

you walked over to dan and handed the box to him. he shook it gently, trying to make out what was inside. "open it." you said softly. dan quickly took off the top of the box. the suspense was killing him.

you watched him intently, waiting for him reaction when he saw the box's contents. as he saw what was inside, his cheeks immediately flushed an embarrassed shade of red. "o-oh..." was all he could manage to get out.

the box held a variation of sex toys. dildos of different sizes, shapes, and colours. vibrators with many different settings and intensities. and buttplugs of every colour of the rainbow. it was clear that you'd been saving all of these up for a special occasion.

"so, what do you think..?" you ask, a nervous smile creeping up on your face. dan cleared his throat. "i-i... i t-think that..." he was a mess, and you hadnt even gotten to the main event yet. you laugh softly before kissing him on the forehead.

"just... trust me with this. you'll enjoy it. i promise." you held out your pinky to him. he hooked his with yours, giving you a little smile. your excitement grew as you got his approval. you wanted to get started right away.

"alright. lets start simple." you pull out a battery-powered pink vibrator, handing it to dan. "it's all clean, dont worry." you assured him, but he still looked completely clueless.

"w-what exactly am i supposed to do here..?" his voice dripped with uncertainty, so you decided to give him a little push in the right direction. "just sit back and relax. then you can take over once your comfortable, ok?" he nodded, feeling a little better.

you moved his hand to his crotch, feeling his bulge pressing against the fabric of the maid dress. you giggled a little to yourself before pulling it out, revealing his swollen, red cock.

dan's breath hitched as he felt your hand on his length, already getting needier. you wasted no time turning the vibrator on to the first setting and pressing it against his tip.

he gasped at the feeling before letting out a few slurred words. "o-oh..! oh g-god..." he moaned out, his hips already bucking into the toy. you smiled as you turned it up to the second setting, the vibrations getting stronger.

his mouth gaped open as precum already started spilling from his tip. he was gripping the bed sheets as if his life depended on it, biting his lip to hold back his noises.

you noticed this right away. "i wanna hear your noises, danny..." you move the vibrator up and down his length, earning a few whimpers from him as his cock began to twitch.

you turned the vibrations to the third setting, causing dan's legs to start shaking as his moans and whimpers got louder. he was gasping for air like a fish out of water, and you loved it.

you moved it up to the fourth setting, his eyes shutting as he feels his climax rushing through him. he starts moving his cock against the vibrator, desperate to get more friction between it and his aching dick.

just as you sensed him getting closer, you moved it up to the highest setting, making dan completely fall apart. but before he could cum, you turned the vibrator off, grinning.

"n-no..! p-please... i-i need to cum! i need it!" he begged, tears rolling down his red cheeks. you smiled at him before handing him the vibrator. "i think you've got the hang of it now. so, give me a show." you say, leaning back on the bed with him on full display for you.

he desperately took the toy and turned it on to the maximum setting, immeidately pressing it onto his throbbing cock. his lips parted as he quickly became a moaning mess, uncontrollably bucking his hips into the toy.

he used his unoccupied hand to start jerking himself off while the vibrator was pressed to his tip. he cried out, jerking himself off at lightning speed. his hot cum started shooting out of him, staining the fabric of the dress.

but he didnt stop yet, he kept on going with it until he had milked himself completely dry. he came all over the dress and the bed. you watched the entire thing with a massive grin on your face.

as he came down from his climax, he spoke to you, breathlessly. "im gonna be borrowing this a lot now if thats alright with you." he smiled and you laughed before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

author's note: im glad i got this finished, writers block is a motherfucker. but anyway, i hope you all liked this one!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #dan cooper #danny cooper #intruders #intruders 2015 #lana del rey

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hiro-doodlez · 8 months

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#undertale au #undertale #utmv #ink sans #ink!sans #blueberror

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months

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Blessed Are The Meek 6

Summary: you are trapped in an awkward circumstance with a widowed commander. (Handmaid AU)

Warning: this series will contain violence, dystopian aspects, rape and noncon, blood, coercion, sterility, and other dark elements. Please read these warnings and beware.

Character: Tommy Shelby

Note: thank you for following along. I’m sure yall didn’t expect to write Tommy again but here we are. Also feedback and comments if you dont mind. Maybe a reblog. 💕💕💕💕

You sleep little better than your time on the bench. The curtain pale with the rising sun and you shimmy to the edge of the bed, sitting up as a tilt of dizziness slants in your skull. You rub your forehead and suppress as yawn. You grasp the footboard of the bed and push yourself to your feet.

“Where are you going?” The Commander’s gritty voice shakes you.

You stop and turn to his silhouette on the bed. You press your hands flat to your apron, “I was going to put on a kettle for your breakfast tea–”

“I did not ask for it.”

“Yes, Commander.”

He rolls onto his back and sighs, “you presume a lot. About me.”

“Sir, I only serve my duty. As the martha in your household–”

“You pretend at wifely duties.”

“Never, Commander, I do not–”

“You argue like a wife,” he snaps and sits up, the dim blue-gray hue of the dawn limning his features. “It is ungodly and insolent.”

You don’t reply. You bow your head. You have let yourself say too much. You are as he says. A dog waiting for an order.

“You stink. I will not smell you all day, so go and wash or I will drag you from the axel.”

You curl your shoulders in defeat, “yes, Commander.”

You turn and stride towards the door. He clears his throat.

“Where are you going? Take a bath.”

You stop and wince. You planned on your usual hand bath from the sink, wiping yourself down with a wet rag until you felt relatively presentable. You turn and peek at the bathroom door. You retreat and enter, placing your hand on the knob.

“Open,” he girds, “for your own safety.”

You flip the light switch and proceed. You go just beyond the view of the doorway and face the bowl of the toilet. You remove your veil, setting it on the end of the counter. Then you sit and unroll your stockings. You pile those atop the veil and stand to untie your apron.

You lift your smock over your head and do your best to fold it before putting it with the rest. You go to the tub in only your shift and bend to turn on the water. You longed for the very pastime but now, you would rather drown in a river. This is not a favour.

You push yourself straight, hips reverberating with agony. You hear the soft pad of a foot and turn to face the Commander. He watches you from the doorway. He wears a pair of grey sleeping pants but nothing else. He breaks the threshold as you remain flush against the edge of the tub.

He takes the heap of your clothing as you watch him in confusion. He spins on his heel, strutting away without explanation. You shudder and look down at your thin linen shift. A rotten feeling knots in your stomach.

🌫️

Commander Shelby returns as you hide behind the bath curtain. Silence but his footfalls and the soft rustle of clothing. You emerge when you are certain he is gone and scrubbed to your hide. Your shift has disappeared too, but a new one lays with a neat stack of gray fabric.

You unfurl it and pull it over your head. Then the black stockings roll easily up your legs, a gray smock and matching cap. You dress in your sentence. The Colonies where the soot and pollution will blend in with that shade of charcoal. You won’t face this shaking.

You steady yourself and come out into the bedroom. The Commander loops his tie as he stands before the oval mirror hung on the wall. He glares at his own reflection as you cross to the door.

“You look older. That colour does nothing for you.”

“Commander,” you bow your head.

He scoffs. You would rather he just send you off to your fate. You can go rot with the other unwomen. This was only ever purgatory.

“Tea.”

You flinch at the word, not processing it at first. You reply with your habitual, ‘yes, Commander’ and flit off to your task.

You boil the kettle and prepare some toast and jam with it. The Commander appears to gruffly take the plate past your elbow as you steep a bag in the steaming mug. You put it before him as he chews mechanically. You stand by the wall and await the next step.

“Funny, isn’t it?” He says as he blows across the top of the mug.

“Commander?”

“Not much changed for you, did it?”

You push your shoulders up and swallow.

“I don’t know what you mean, Commander.”

“A maid before, a maid now,” he states, “I suppose the lord truly does know our purpose.”

You seal your lips. He’s mocking you. He knows who you are. Who you were. It only surprises you that he would bother to figure it out.

“‘All hard work brings a profit, but mere talk leads only to poverty,’” you recite the passage. “I believe I remember that clearly.”

He sips loudly and sniffs, “something like that.”

#tommy shelby #dark tommy shelby #dark!tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #drabble #blessed are the meek #au #series #handmaid au #peaky blinders

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the-kr8tor · 4 months

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Can i request fae hobie and reader? Maube where it doesnt happen in the fall, like totally separate universe. Like i deadass need to seem him as a dad with kids and with reader happily man😭, you dont gotta do it though dw dw.

Fae! Hobie with kids you say? I gotchu, angel 🫶

Pairing: Fae! Dad! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Fae AU, Dad AU, Fluff.

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Juniper runs happily in the field, green dress swinging wildly, tall grass parting for her, little daisies kiss her feet as she sprints away from her younger sister. Poppy whose smaller legs make it hard for her to keep up, her curly hair frames her chubby cheeks, a toothy grin brings light in your laughter while you watch them chase each other on the grass. The tiny bundle gurgles in your arms, his golden eyes stares at you expectantly like he's asking you why you're laughing.

The sun beams down at your little family and the bubble that Hobie made to keep you and his family away from prying eyes and dangerous people. The large oak tree provides shade for you and your newborn, soft fabric lay under you for comfort. You've settled deep in the woods, miles and miles away from the nearest soul. Hobie has done a great deal to protect you and his children, keeping everyone inside his realm safe and sound. And he'll do anything to keep it that way, with every means necessary.

You tilt your head, cooing and nuzzling your nose on top of Bear’s head. The name wasn't much of a choice per se but you and Hobie couldn't pick a suitable name so you both nicknamed him in the meantime always calling him your ‘little bear’ the both of you got so used to calling him ‘your bear’, you two just decided that it's his name now.

A large hawk flies overhead, a breeze following past, fluttering the grass and the leaves. The girls stop playing, pointing and yelling at the bird.

“Dad’s back!” Junie yells, she runs towards you, all smiles and giggles. She was your carbon copy when she was born but now that she's older there's more of Hobie you see in her everyday. From her height to how she scrunches her nose when she laughs.

“Dad's back! Did you see?!” She bounces up and down, tiny ribbons decorating her thick curls. “Mum, did you see?” Junie breathes heavily from her run.

“I did see, baby. Where's your sister?” You peek behind her, noticing that Poppy isn't following close.

For a second your heart falls from your chest until you see Hobie carrying her in his arms, tiny hands waving wildly in the distance. You can breathe again.

“Come sit down, Junie, drink some water.” she plops down next to you.

“‘m not thirsty.” Stubborn, like her father.

“Even if you're not, you still need to drink because you've been sweating a lot.” You wipe her moist forehead with a towel. “See? Go drink, my flower.” With a huff, she does what she's told. Definitely Hobie's daughter, alright.

A shadow casts over you, Bear smiles, blowing a milk bubble from his lips.

“Hello there.” You smile up at Hobie and Poppy who's currently clambering down from her father.

She settles next to you, greeting Bear with a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Hi mummy.” Her auburn eyes smile at you. Poppy, the sweet heart that she is, presses a loud smooch on your temple.

“Hello, my star, go drink water for me? Please?”

“Okay!” She half crawls towards her sister and the picnic basket. You think this one takes after you more.

“Hey you—” Hobie falls on the blanket with a thud, fatigue marring his chiseled face. “Everything okay?” you roam your eyes over his body for any signs of a fight. Heart clenching at the thought, thankfully you find none.

You trace the muscles on his arm, goosebumps rising on his skin where your fingers have touched him. You find that it's the only thing that could do that to him.

He sighs, despite the tiredness he still finds it in him to smile at you. “Everything is as it should be.” Sitting up, he takes a peek at the new addition in the family. “Little Bear, have you been good?”

“Hobie,” your tone is serious. “The barrier—?”

“It's staying strong.” He flicks a fallen leaf off your shoulder. “Nothin’ to worry about, love.”

You nod, feeling the lump in your throat disappear. Laying your head on his shoulder, you breathe him in, drowning in him.

“Bring me next time? I worry when you're not here.”

“Once you're better,” he promises. “For now, focus on resting.” Hobie holds the back of your head, kissing the crown of flowers the girls made you. It crinkles under the weight of his lips.

“Dad!” Juniper screams for her dad's attention. “Look! Poppy and I caught a lizard!”

He chuckles, right hand cradling Bear's head casually. “Careful, that one breathes fire.” he teases.

“Ack!” Junie lets it go while Poppy laughs. The tiny lizard skidaddles out and into the tall grass. “aww, bye mr. Lizard.”

“Come sit with us, froggy.” Hobie pats the space next to him.

Junie quickly makes her way to him, instead of sitting next to her father, she takes her seat on his lap. The sudden weight brings an ‘oof’ from Hobie. She giggles, embracing her father as a half apology.

Poppy pouts, a copy of Hobie when he wants a cuddle but doesn't want to ask directly.

“There's a seat right in the middle just for you, rabbit.” Hobie scooches a bit, her pout morphs into a grin, baby teeth peeking out from her lips.

You notice her blue overalls are getting smaller on her, mentally making a note to make a new one for her. She's growing so fast, it's what you expected since she takes after her father. It makes you excited to see Bear grow up, you wonder whether he takes after you or Hobie.

Poppy loops her arm around yours while she wraps the other one around Hobie's. She kicks her feet happily, laying her forehead atop your arm. She hums a familiar tune.

You look over her head to peer at Hobie, finding that he's already staring at you. Mouthing an ‘I love you’, you watch as his tiredness fades, replaced by a bright genuine smile.

He answers with a hand behind your neck, pulling you closer, chastely kissing with the promise to protect the family you two made.

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