#But I'm glad to finally do the follow-up it deserves

[wosoluver]

Not good at saying goodbyes.

Part 2/? - previous - next

Lena Oberdorf × Reader

And here you were about to turn 23, you were a late bloomer in football. Only having a big boom in the past two years, playing for Barcelona.

You were set to play the euros for your national team, as you already did play for the qualifiers. You had finally been called up to play, and represent your country. That was, Spain. Despite being born and raised in Germany, you were only a little girl. The most memories you had in football was unfortunately made in Spain. It had been almost 15 years. So it felt like the right thing.

If someone would have told you that then, you would never believe them. You would say there was no way, and you would take the first chance you had, to go 'home'.

But you followed your path, with the best opportunities you had, presented to you. And that's how you ended up where you were now. On a top team, being among awarded players. And you were happy. Really. But something was always missing, and you couldn't figure out what it was.

Asking for a transfer to Bayern Munich as a loan, was a slight desperate try, at trying to fix that feeling.

And the deal had been settled.

And you were feeling great and confident, despite knowing you would have to sooner or later face your old friend, but for only 90 minutes max.

Your plans had been frustrated when a week after the announcement over your contract, Bayern announced another transfer. From Wolfsburg. The very same girl you couldn't stop worrying about.

You deeply hoped you would be better at hello, better than you ever were at goodbyes.

Not knowing where to start was tough. After all besides the loss of contact, you had so many chances of reconnecting. But you both chose not to.

You, because you were extremely scared of the rejection. And her, simply because she was still not over how betrayed she felt, even after all this time.

You didn't know what you were expecting, but being humiliated by having your existence ignored, was not on your list of possibilities.

You came in, to get ready for your first day. Georgia came over to try and fit you in.

"Hello! It's nice to have you here already! Your spanish right? Do you have a german family? You have a german last name."

"Well yeah, I was actually born here, but I grew up there."

"Really? But you play for the national team no?" she asked as you two moved outside.

"Yes, played for them first time this year."

"Hola!" - said Giulia coming close to you.

"She's speaks english and german probably." - said Georgia stoping her friend from embarrassing herself with bad spanish.

"Yes, english or german, or spanish, whatever you prefer."

"We're so excited to have you here, come I'll take you around, you can meet everyone."

And you did. But when you were about to approach Lena and Lea, she simply walked away.

"Hey, sorry about her." - said Lea, with a tight lip smile.

"It's fine."

But it hurt. And it was only going to get worse.

Every chance she had to pass you the ball, she didn't. Everyone noticed at this point. And in the locker room, she didn't make an effort to hide the fact that your presence bothered her.

From that day on, that's what it was like.

You knew you deserved a cold shoulder, but this was too much, and it started taking a tow on you.

You decided to move back to Germany, trying to fill a small void you had deep down, not to make it feel worse. Had you made the right decision?

"Good morning Y/N!" as she caught up with you on the parking lot.

"Morning Georgia."

"I know it's none of my business and you probably don't even know, since you just met. But is there something wrong between you and Oberdorf?"

"Uhm-" in a way you were kinda glad to be cut off.

"I'm sorry it's just been so weird. We've never had something like this happen in the team."

"I'll try talking to her."

You hated the unwanted attention, especially on something you were so sensitive about.

But she was one of your captains, if she came up to say something like that, it was probably because she wanted to sort it out.

Lena's pov

"You need to try and be more subtle, the girls are worried about the team's harmony." - said Lea to her friend.

"I'm not going to play my feelings down!"

"I'm not asking you to. But at least inside the pitch, you need to put your feelings a side momentarily. You can't let this harm our team's performance."

"See that's exactly what your doing!"

"Lena! You just got here. You can't risk this over pride. You don't need to talk to her, just play football like I know you can."

This time she only nodded. This couldn't be bigger than her career. And that she agreed on.

reader's pov

During training today, it felt like something was different. Besides the fact you had fallen in the same group as Lena. And you two did football like you used to. So much, you had beaten the opposite group on 5-1. Something that hadn't happened yet since your first day. Her passes from the middle field to your position as a left winger, made sure that most balls got into the penalty area so Lea and Pernille could manage goals.

The way she had been acting made you think something between you had changed. That gave you a little hope as you went to talk to her, later in the locker room.

"Hey... I just wanted to- I wanted to apologize." - You said barely above a whisper.

"I don't want your apologies. I'm not doing this for you."

"Still, I need to apologize. There's no excuse to what I've done and-"

"Your right there's no excuse." she said dryly as she walked away.

You felt like someone grabbed your heart that was already holding on to it's pieces, and smashed it against a wall.

You never thought you would see this side of her. In reality that part of her had only been created after the harsh reality had hit her all those years ago.

Like you had drove her to create the best side of her. The kind, funny and quick witted one, you had managed to do the same, but for the worse.

You moved as quick as you could into a stall, and cried your eyes out, as quietly as possible. Not quiet enough though, apparently.

"Y/N? It's Giulia." She said softly as she sat down next to you, outside the stall. "Do you need anything?"

You were quiet for a few minutes.

"A hug?" whispering back.

You sounded like a little girl, scared off by the monsters under her bed.

"Of course."

You got up and unlocked the door, as you walked into her arms.

"You don't owe me an explanation. But if you need to talk, I'm here."

"Did you hear any of it?"

"Yeah."

"We were childhood best friends. When I had to leave the country. I didn't say goodbye. I couldn't."

"How old were you?"

"About eight."

"You were just a kid!"

"It's still my fault."

"Honey no! You were so young, I can't imagine how it was for you. You were about to lose everything you knew. You can't spend the rest of your life carrying this weight!"

"Well even if it was a child's mistake, I have lost her forever. If I could go back in time I would."

"I believe you. Just give her a little time, and she'll see it too. What you two did today was amazing! You guys were synced like one. I saw a slight tiny smile on her face when you assisted those two goals."

"Really?"

"Yes, it was in her eyes. She is really good at keeping a straight face, but I'm better at reading people."

"Thank you. I haven't talked about this in years."

"I'm here. Now let's get you home, do you need a ride?"

"No, I'm good, I drove here."

"Okay. Anything, you call me, yeah?"

We'll probably have four or five parts on this fic 🩷

#woso x reader #lena oberdorf x reader #lena oberdorf #futfem #fc bayern frauen #dfb frauen

[t1meslayer]

Stone-Cold Lovers (Ch. 3)

Go ahead and smash that like button if you've been waiting for this follow-up since 2019!!!!!!

Seriously, I wrote the original "Stone-Cold Lovers" on FanFiction.net nearly five years ago. Now it's time for the official Brendan/Roxanne date to celebrate Valentine's Day! As I say in the AO3 notes, I absolutely wrote this in a healthy and normal way. Don't even worry about it.

Technically yes, I am in violation of my recent writing poll results, but I did offer a warning that this was likely in the cards regardless. Stardew Valley coming up next. Prommie.

Though maybe expect a fun debrief Tumblr post for this story first, it's got a lot to talk about so we'll see.

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Fandom: Pokemon Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire

Pairings: Brendan/Roxanne

Summary: Brendan may be the acclaimed Champion of Hoenn's Ever Grande City Pokemon League, but that doesn't mean he's immune to social faux pas. For example, being too much of an idiot to realize that Rustboro City's Gym Leader doesn't actually just want to "review lesson plans" with him over lunch.

Click through the Read More below to get a preview of the latest story. Thanks for reading <3

"Alright, buddy. Let's set the stage with Sandstorm!"

Brendan hops. He lands on both boots with his right hand outstretched high in the air. Flygon follows this motion by performing a loop-the-loop, which brings its wings to ground level on the descent. Fluttering wings speed up from cackling to the whir of a generator, and the ground vibrates in resonance. Dust kicks up from the grout between wood planks, joining Flygon's supply of sand. The storm begins as little more than a swirl of graham cracker dust in the Dragon-type's orbit, but within seconds there's next-to no visibility as the room fills with an earthy haze.

It stops short at the food court entrance, causing passersby to stop and look at the inexplicable wall of stinging particulate that dumps a small beach out onto the tile.

#Seriously though never tell me how much time it has been between anything because I will have an existential crisis #Stone-Cold Lovers five years is illegal #But I'm glad to finally do the follow-up it deserves #And all the patient friends on FanFiction are hopefully over the moon! #Now back to my cave #fanfiction #fanfic #pokemon #ao3 #nintendo #game freak #pokemon omega ruby #pokemon alpha sapphire #mall goth #brendan #Roxanne #valentines day #my fics

[hoshigray]

i fucking love ur writing sm mamas!

anyway. Toji making reader pregnant cause toji found out that reader loves kids <33333

It’s fine if you don’t want to. Anyway love you and your writing darling . 🎐

No, noonie, stop bc like, are you in my brain or smthn!!?? I was thinking about this exact prompt for a long while, and I see this appear in my inbox??! Well, well, *cracks knuckles* you've just given me the perfect opportunity mwahahahaha!!! This has been in my drafts for a minute, but I'm glad it's finally done! And omg tysm for loving me and my stuff, honey!! Hope I make ya proud with this one :') ilysm ♡

Also, I'm mixing in another request into this one since it's a pretty small request (reader sucking on Toji's Adam's apple as he pounds you), plus it makes things easier for me in terms of writing out stuff. Hope that's okay with the other requester; if not, my apologies!ヾ(｡﹏｡)ﾉﾞAnd btw, tysm for 1.6k followers, y'all!! Love every single one of you~☆

Cw: Toji x fem! reader - explicit content, so minors DNI - mating press - Daddy kink - fingering (f! receiving) - breeding - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up!!) - reader skips the pill - fluff at the end bc why not - pregnancy (test at the end) - pet names (angel, baby, darlin', good girl, mama, sweetie) - oral fixation/reader sucking on Toji's adam's apple - the reader has stretch marks on their body bc I said so - praise - overstimulation - clitoral play (sucking & swiping). Wc: 3.4k

Toji, by all means, was not a man deserving of children.

His terrible childhood and upbringing have molded him into an emotionless and reserved person who only feels as though the only person he needs to look out for and care for is himself.

So when the premise of children came to him, he wouldn't give it the time of day. That is until he ends up having youths of his own. Even then, he would do the bare minimum of taking care of them — food, clothes, shelter, and taking or picking them up from school. And to top it off, his job wasn't befitting of a father — a hitman going mission to mission for money that he used to spend for himself, now going to the needs of his kids.

Toji knew Tsumiki and Megumi were better off without a father like him. Fatherhood (or children in general, for that matter) is no easy task, and it's clearly one he's not good at.

But all that changed when you came into the picture.

Never had he seen his kids warm up to someone, an outsider, so quick. Even when he mentioned his children to you at the beginning of your relationship, you didn't falter and happily wished to meet them. And the day you finally did was the day everything became a lot brighter for the entire Fushiguro family.

Not only did Tsumiki and Megumi come to trust you with every visit, but their adoration for you grew tenfold the more you were involved in their lives. And all Toji could do was watch you do your magic, whether it be watching animal documentaries with Megumi, making flower crowns with Tsumiki, or playing with them and the other kids at the nearby park.

And the most impressive part about it all was you teaching and including him in how he could get more involved with his youngsters. Now, his kids are closer to him than ever, going so far as Megumi clapping back on his father's snarky comments and Tsumiki having the man play tea parties (to his dismay, but whatever to makes his little girl happy).

It wouldn't have been possible if he hadn't had you around. You were just such a breath of fresh air to him and any child that came your way. Attentive and caring to the young ones as if you were a natural at mimicking the maternal role. He knew you'd be a great mother to any child, especially your own.

It was that thought alone that made Toji think about you having children. Or better yet, having a child with him. Making you pregnant with his baby. Making you his.

Toji walks down the stairs after putting his son and daughter to bed, his heavy footsteps beating the wooden floor beneath him with every step. He then enters the kitchen area, where he sees you washing the dishes from today's dinner after putting the food in the fridge.

When you notice his presence, you look up and offer a charming smile in his direction, your face illuminated beautifully by the ceiling kitchen lights that the image almost blinds him.

"Hey there." Your voice is always sweet to his ears, still smiling even when you turn back to washing dishes. "The kids?"

"Just finished puttin' 'em to bed," your eyes stay at the sink, but you can feel his heavy footsteps come from beside you. "But they said I suck at tellin' bedtime stories."

Your giggle is heard through the noise of dishes clacking on the rack. "Well, maybe you're not using cartoon voices like I told you to. They like it."

"Yeah, no, I'm not doin' that shit." You chuckle some more at his complaint, and he grabs a dry cloth to dry up dishes from the rack.

It's quiet between you, but Toji will sneak glances at you while you work through the dirty plates. His thoughts from before return, and all he can think about is you with a swollen belly.

The mere idea of having you bear his child fogs his brain. Witnessing your body change and expand with the growth of your little one within you, it's too much for his mind to indulge in.

The more he thinks about it, the crazier and hornier his mind goes. Unable to function suitably, Toji sighs heavily through his nose and places the dish and dry cloth on the countertop.

You notice him make his way behind you, his hands traveling down to your hips as his chin rests atop your head. But you pay him no mind and continue with your task. "Hey, darlin'."

The nickname has you hum to him, eyes focused on the soapy sponge and plate in your hands while your ears wait for him to continue. "Yes, Toji?"

He doesn't reply instantly, roaming his large palms up and down your waist and hips instead. "Ya know I love the hell outta you, right?" He goes on when you nod. "Always takin' care of me and lovin' me. But that love also goes to my lil squirts." A smile creeps in on his scarred lips as you giggle at his way of referring to his children. "It's just crazy to me how you're able to have 'em follow y'r every step, yet I can't even get a hug or smile before they leave for school unless I remind them."

"Well, maybe if their father didn't always bully and call them 'squirts' and 'brats' all day, they would show you some love."

"Shut up," Toji flicks water from the faucet onto your face, forcing you to laugh more from your teasing. His heart swoons from your laughter, having you sway side to side with his body behind you. "But I mean it; you're so good with kids. Makes me wonder how come you never had y'r own yet."

"I just love kids." It was a simple answer. "Plus, I never really had time to care for a child. Got work and stuff, you know. And besides, I practically treat Tsumiki and Megumi like my kids."

"Mmm," he replies aimlessly.

"However," you resume while placing a wet bowl on the rack. "I wouldn't mind having a little one of my own. Now that I'm pretty comfortable with where I'm at in life, I'd love to have a little baby to share it with."

Toji lets your words sink in before saying anything. Now that he sees where you stand on the topic, finally, he can voice his opinion.

"Y/n..." he treads carefully with the words he's about to say. "I've been thinkin' about somethin'."

"Thinking about what?" You can't deny the uneasy atmosphere with Toji's mysteriousness, yet you listen as you turn off the sink faucet.

The two of you stop swaying your bodies with each other. "How 'bout we have a baby?"

Your body goes rigid at the question, and breathing subsides as your mind goes rampant with reflections too fast to comprehend. He wants a child—another child!? With me??!

"Like, right now?" The only question that escaped your lips, your voice hushed to a whisper. No one else is here in the space but you two, although the talk you're having right now feels virtually forbidden to the tongue.

"Doesn't have to be right now," Toji moves his head to your shoulder, his hushed, gruff voice clear to your ears. "But as long as it's with you, one more kid won't hurt, right?"

And your breath hitches when a hand finds its way to the surface of your stomach, his fingers lightly teasing with the flesh of your abdomen. He places his lips on your neck, and you bite your bottom lip to repress a whimper. "Mmmm, why do you want more?" You still press him with questions despite almost dissolving into his kisses. "You already have a gorgeous girl—"

"I wan' have your girl." He murmurs softly to your ear before lightly biting the lobe, and a moan slips past you.

"A-And...a beautiful boy..."

"I want your boy."

"Toji, please," you surprise the older man by turning your body to face him fully, eyes surveying his. "This is no joke! Just because I don't have my own kid doesn't mean—"

You're silenced when Toji brings a hand to your cheek, cupping a side of your face. "I'm not jokin', sweetie. I know I'm not the best dad in the world — hell, I'm pretty lousy at it. But you," he leans forward while you instinctively go backward, hitting the sink behind you. "You're basically a mother to mine and a real damn good one, too. And since ya said things are good now, why don't I make you a parent fr' real."

"Toji—"

"Like I said: it doesn't have to be today or tomorrow. But as long as it's you," his thumb brushes your cheek as he looks deep into your eyes. "Let me give ya a baby, angel."

All you can do is look into his emerald orbs that examine you for a response. The silence between you two is accompanied by the ticking sounds of the clock on the kitchen wall. And after a few seconds, you sigh and place a hand on the big one caressing your cheek.

"If I say yes," your reply has his brows lifted. "Will you give me foot massages and a bowl of ramen at three in the morning and not be a bitch about it when I ask?"

Toji gives you a smile, his scarred lip tugged upwards. And you return one to him as he kisses your forehead.

"Works fr' me."

This is how the two of you end up in the bedroom; the ceiling lights toned down to a low shade, clothes discarded on the cold wooden floor, and the sound of lips smacking fills the silence.

"Mmmm, Daddy..." You whimper through the kisses, your hands find purchase on his strong shoulders, and you yelp when he bites your lip. His lips gradually embark downwards to your neck clavicle. Kisses and light suck to your nipples make you hum in pleasure, and a gasp prompts out when his teeth graze the bud of your soft mounds.

A hand sneaks between your legs and nestles in between the lips of your southern entrance, his big fingers enter inside with the use of the soapy fluid of your cunt, and you wail from the contact while he sucks on your breast.

"Such a good girl, angel." He lets go of your nipple to coax you, his mouth sucking your skin as his mouth continues its journey south. More licks on your body feel hot, kisses placed on every stretch mark he comes across. And he stops when he passes your tummy, coming up to see the view of his digits pushing to and fro inside your leaking chasm. "My fingers feelin' good, mama?"

"Yesssss," you hiss, eyes sewn shut to concentrate on the pleasurable sensation in your slit. He chuckles at your delighted expression before he leans down to suck on your clit, earning a shriek from your puffy lips. "Stoooop, I-I'm too sensitive—Ahhaaaannn!!"

He releases your tender bud from his mouth after placing a chaste kiss on it. "Sorry, baby, gotta have you nice and wet fr' me." He sucks and laps around on your wetness for a few more minutes before withdrawing his mouth from your leaky chasm, substituting his tongue with his big fingers to swipe on your clitoris. Broken sobs seep out from you. "Cummin' on my fingers and tongue, that's my girl."

The throbbing commotion between your legs has your ears ringing and your head pulsing. You've already come three times for thirty minutes. He's such a greedy man, but whatever it takes for you to prep for him.

Speaking of which, Toji props your legs onto his shoulders while aligning his cock to your folds, lathering the girth with your juices. Your heart beats irregularly with anticipation on the rise, a position you're all too familiar with. Toji sees you gawking at his glans kissing your folds, and he sneers salaciously. "Ready, sweetie?"

You give him a smile even through entering your lustful haze. "Skipped the pill and everything, Daddy." And with a kiss on your cheek, Toji wastes no time and pushes his length into you with every inhale you take. And the both of you moan when the cockhead slides right into your vulva. Every inch of his dick descends into you, making you full of his size, and whimpers fail to be suppressed as he scrapes your velvety walls deliciously.

After letting you adapt to him, his hips start with a slow rhythm for you to properly situate yourself with the mating press. However, with how you're gripping around him, it doesn't take long for him to quicken his pace. Soft wails soon become stifled squeals with the bite of your lips from the growing cadence, and your eyes begin to water when the underside of his shaft grazes your inner walls.

But when the tip of his cock finally touches your cervix, a choked scream sneaks past your restraint. And Toji chortles. "Mmmmm, that's what I wanna hear." He grinds his pelvis deep into your cunt, resulting in forced squeaks from your tongue.

"Ahhhnnn! Daddy, please—Oh, Jesus," It hurts to think when Toji accurately jabs your delicate cervix, tears streaming down your pretty cheeks. "Oh, God, it's too much, too mu—Oooohh!!"

"I know, darlin', I know." He comes down to your face, yet his pace does not falter. His speed increases and becomes harsher by the second, and your head pounds hard with every rut. You nibble on his neck, sucking on his Adam's apple as he drills his dick into you. "Nnnngh, so tight on me, mama. Gonna make me go crazy."

As if he wasn't going crazier already with the erratic rut of his hips. Driving his cock deep inside and the sound of his balls smacking your folds is all you can hear. Your face is now entirely hot, matching the tingling sensation of skin slapped together between your legs. You dare to peek down to see the union of your sexes, Toji's member now harboring a white ring near the base. Strings of your slick and his spit keep you two connected during this moment, and more incoherent shrieks are pulled from your throat.

"Nnnaaaaa, ahhhaaaa!!! D-Daddy, please!!" While there's uncertainty about whether your pleas will be heard, you still express yourself to him. "It's coming, it's coming! I'm gonna cum, gonna cummmm!! Nnnmmph!!" And when he comes down to you with his complete weight caging you in, the pressure of his body has you submit to him completely.

"Yeah, wanna cum on Daddy's dick." He says with his condescending, guttural tone that almost makes you melt onto the satin sheets beneath you. "G' ahead, mama—Hmmph! Make a nice mess while I finish here..." His strokes become ever intenser than before; his length brushes your inner walls, and continuous pokes to your cervix prompt your orgasm to climb faster. And you soon fall into a wave of pure ecstasy, your cunt clamping around him desperately while your body trembles.

And Toji is forced to fall into a release of his own when the walls of your slit contract around him, spilling into you with the flex of his abdomen. His sweaty body is on top of yours, and your breathing matches his as you two experience each crescendo.

Heavy exhales sync as you two calm down within your intimate embrace. Your mind slowly returns from its foggy state with the calm atmosphere soothing your body, and your quivers now subsided while the older man lays kisses and sucks on your neck. But it comes to a halt when a sudden yelp comes from your swollen lips because he thrusts into you again, even with your vulva being extremely sensitive.

He lifts his head from the crook of your neck, and it's not to your surprise that he has a smirk on that dumb, handsome face of his. His lips curled to where his teeth peek from under his scar. "Ya know I gotta fuck you more than once, right, sweetie? Make sure you're all filled up 'n all."

You suck your teeth with furrowed brows, but a smile comes up with breathless giggles. "I'm telling you, Mr. Fushiguro, you're most definitely treating me to daily foot massages when I get pregnant."

"Whatever you say," he shuts your threats with a kiss on your soft lips. "My pretty darlin'..."

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Toji twiddles with something in his hand while you lay on his chest in the shared bedroom. The kids were taking a nap after coming from school, leaving the two of you to enjoy the leisure of each other's company.

But today was a different day compared to any other. Because even if you two are looking at the television with the old rom-com displayed, neither of you is actually watching. Too busy distracted with the smiles plastered on your faces to care for what's on the screen. The only thing corrupting your minds is a matter that has you two in glee after a week of anticipation and mutual work.

The man peers at his hand to look at the object between Toji's fingers. Nothing but a pink and white stick — a pregnancy test. And at the center of the device conveyed two red lines, the signature implication that you were indeed with a child. His child.

"Hey, Toji," the call of his name has him look down at you, still facing the television despite your attention not wholly on it. "What do you think they are?"

"Hmm?" It takes a few seconds for it to click until he notices your hand brushing around your belly. He chuckles. "I'm hopin' for a girl. Wan' 'em to look and act like you."

You hum aimlessly at his answer before you berate him with more of your thoughts. "What if it's a boy? I think it'd be cute to have another mini-you running around the house."

"Nah, one mini-me is enough, and he already talks back to me like he's a teen." You giggle at the light sour face he shows and his complaints about Megumi. "Besides, I don't want another me. I'm already a lousy dad, and I didn't have the best childhood. I wouldn't want you to deal with a child that's exactly like me..."

Silence ensues with the answer; it's the only response you deem appropriate. That was the case until you say what was next on your mind.

"Toji, I'm sure your upbringing wasn't the best because people weren't there for you when you needed them. And although that's shaped you into the man I love, even I wouldn't want you to go through all that for a second time." You can feel the weight of his green eyes on you while you speak, though you don't turn to face him. "Nevertheless, times are different. You have me to love and care for you now—you and your beautiful children. You might not be the best dad in the world, but you've done a great job taking care of them."

"Thanks to you." He interrupts you, and you laugh.

"Yes, thanks to me. And because you have me, this little one won't be going through what you went through. I promise you, you're not alone in this. Because I'm pretty scared as this is my first pregnancy. But that's okay since I have you to take care of me. I'll be there to help you, and you'll be there to help me. As long as that's true, we'll do just fine."

Taken aback by your response, the older man turns to the pregnancy test still in his hand. The more he looks at the device, the more he ponders what you said. And a small smile creeps up on him, coming to a decision himself. At this point, it doesn't matter what the sex of the child will be to him. What warms his heart is that you promise to be by his side, helping him watch your little one — his child — his family grow as the days and years pass.

"Now," your voice brings him back to the present, whipping his head back to you. "I can't say the same if we end up with twins. Because you'll just have to deal with one while I have the other."

Toji puts the pregnancy test on the nightstand and goes for your nose to pinch it. "Fuckin' kid, who told you were funny, huh?" Your laughter only fuels him to mess with you more, but that's okay. He's smiling at your silliness, and that's all you want right now.

Because, even if they're not here yet, no child should have a father who doesn't know how to smile.

#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒔 #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk thirsts #jjk fluff #jjk fanfic #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji smut #toji x reader #toji fic #toji x y/n #dilf toji #fushiguro toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji smut

[generalsmemories]

hello jing yuan's wife!! congrats on 1k followers! you very much deserved it 😊 may i please request for jing yuan with angst scenario #5? thank you in advance!

Stubbornness

✧ jing yuan x gn!reader

✧ prompt used: needing to go to an event after a party and having to pretend as if they aren’t angry with one another the entire time || 1k event

✧ contents: established relationship, hurt/comfort, alcohol consumption, arguments cause yeehaw, however happy ending cause they are functioning adults, mentions of other characters

✧ a/n: the amount of times ya'll have called me jing yuan's wife at this point HAHAH. anyway! first drabble to kickstart the 1k event is a sort of angsty one because why not but ya'll remember that one book where the sanctus medicus had 5 operations to try and get rid of jing yuan? yeah have that back in mind. - also not beta-read but who is surprised at this point LMFAO

"... You could've died."

Jing Yuan snorts, adjusting the bracers on his forearms without even sparing you a glance, "But I'm here right now breathing, aren't I?" he quips back instead, almost sounding amused at your worry.

It infuriates you. It baffles you how little he truly cared about the situation and at the severity of it. The hair you had for once tried to style already messy by the amount of times you've ran a hand through it out of stress or frustration the past two hours.

You're so glad you made Yanqing leave earlier to assist where it was necessary.

"Do you honestly see this as a mere joke, Jing Yuan?" you sneer, arms crossed whilst leaning one side against the doorframe. He must already know what you're referring to, being that you had finally opened the report handed to you from today - a report telling that there was yet another attempt on his life.

Another attempt that he didn't want to tell you about.

"Quite the contrary," he says, turning around to finally face you. His smile is still present on his lips which only serves to make you more agitated, "Nothing happened as you can see, and I'm perfectly fine. As such I didn't see the need to tell you about it because nothing happened. I wasn't even at the Artisanship Commission like they thought-"

"Because you got delayed."

He sighs, crossing his arms as well and cocking his head to the side, "Dear, with the amount you're worrying about me it makes me believe you have no trust in my capabilities to protect myself. Am I right to assume that?" he questions, his smile fading a bit after he had asked.

"Where the hell did you even get that from- Can I not worry about my lovers safety even when I'm aware of his swordmanship?" you ask, clicking your tongue whilst running yet another hand through your strands.

"And I'm telling you that it is a needless worry-"

"You're fucking unbelievable," you scoff, turning around to head for the entrance of your home, Jing Yuan quirking an eyebrow at your retreating form, "Oh? You're not going to nag at me further?" he asks, his tone may be lighthearted, but even you can pick out the slight bite it has to it.

"Even looking at you right now makes me want to punch you. The fact that you can't even see where I'm coming from is unbelievable enough, so fine! I won't worry more about our dear general," you bite back, slamming the door shut once you're at the other side.

You can come up with an excuse as to why the two of you arrive separately - it wouldn't be the first time after all.

"You must be quite delighted that the expedition finished earlier than planned, right [Name]?" Master Gongshu asks, handing you a glass and immediately clinking his own against it before taking a sip, "Even the tiny lieutenant made more of a name to himself out there."

You snicker, swirling the contents of the drink before you, stealing a brief glance over at Jing Yuan who is surrounded himself, "Indeed, I'm quite relieved to see him and Yanqing safely return to the Luofu."

Even though there was immediately another attempt on his life the moment he stepped one foot back onboard.

"But say, aren't you a bit saddened that the general haven't been by your side as much today? He's practically surrounded by the other commissioners and knights," master Gongshu points out, to which you only shake your head, "Why of course not, as long as I know that my husband is safe - I wouldn't have to worry about anything," you say - a bit louder than needed.

You know Jing Yuan heard you.

He kept his attention solely on the people before him though, not even sparing you a glance.

The sight makes you let out another loud sigh, bringing the glass to your lips only to immediately drink it in one gulp, Master Gongshu snickering beside you while calling another waiter over, "Oho, I see you're rearing to go so early! This is indeed what a celebration feast is about!" Master Gonshu roars, his laughter having been a bit too loud to attract the attention of other people, who merely snickered at his own energy.

Jing Yuan only narrowed his eyes, eyebrows furrowing in displeasure at your comment. It seems like you still haven't cooled down. But as soon as he heard his name get called, he was all smiles again, "Aren't you worried that [Name] is going to drink too much, general?" a solider jokingly asked, raising his own glass to have a toast with the general. Jing Yuan merely let out a low chuckle, "Of course not, and even if they were to, I'm here to take care of them."

At this point, the master diviner had made herself to your side with a few snacks - just in time to see your expression twist for a split second upon hearing what Jing Yuan said, letting out a laugh yourself, "Oh, don't worry dear. I know how to take care of myself, so there's no need for you to needlessly worry like this!"

She can practically sense the animosity between you two that no one else in the room has apparently picked up on.

But Fu Xuan does admit that seeing Jing Yuan's perfectly crafted smile twitch a bit in annoyance while his eyebrows furrowed a tiny bit did bring her satisfaction - a taste of his own medicine.

So while master Gongshu have wandered off to get a refill, she makes her way over to you with a raised eyebrow, "Trouble in paradise?" she asks lowly, you merely huff in return - turning around to lean on the fence, staring at the various starskiffs in the air, "... No."

"I applaud you for still wanting to lie in front of me," Fu Xuan comments, placing the tray of various snacks beside you for your perusal - you don't grab anything, already lost in thought.

"Is it a needless worry?" you end up asking, Fu Xuan having leaned against the fence herself while having her body turned to face you, "About what? His safety? Yes and no."

"Gee, that helps a lot."

"He's a general, [Name]. An attempt on his life is unfortunately common sense, moreso at this time too being that he had just returned from an expedition and would be by some standards - exhausted and have his senses dulled."

"So why-"

"But it's also because he is a general that precautions are taken. Even if he got delayed or not before coming to the Artisanship Commission, the Cloud Knights stationed had already intercepted the attempt - he would've still been safe."

You bite your tongue to prevent yourself from blurting anything more. In hindsight you were perfectly aware that Jing Yuan would be fine - but you're pretty sure there's not a single lover out there who would not worry about their own husbands' safety if his head had once again been targeted - even if it had been yet another failed attempt.

Before you can admit your wrongdoings to Fu Xuan, you feel an arm slither around your waist - delicate lips pressing against your temple, and from the faint breath Jing Yuan lets out, you can tell he's had a few more to drink than you in the span of your conversation with Fu Xuan.

"... I thought you didn't like to drink that much," you say softly, turning around in his hold only to be met with a smile, "And I thought you weren't going to speak to me?" he whispers back. You merely huff and let his head fall down to your shoulder, sending Fu Xuan a pleading gaze to which she immediately gets without you needing to say anything more - walking over to the crowd of onlookers to step in for both you and Jing Yuan.

"I am still mad," you finally utter after a few minutes of silence between the two of you.

"Whatever can I do to make my beloved not mad at me then?" he asks back in a whisper, careful to not let anyone else hear the two of you. You can tell from your peripheral vision that he's turned his head to face you, although you keep your gaze facing forward.

"Admit you were wrong," you huff, Jing Yuan letting out a low chuckle at how you're still holding onto that stubborness, "I'm pretty sure I saw that you were about to admit that you were wrong to the master diviner, no?"

You don't answer, merely looking away in a silent defiance. The sight making Jing Yuan sigh in amusement, "Alright, I'm sorry dear. I'll make sure to tell you in the future whenever I feel something amiss," he says in the end - but before you can accept that apology, he quickly adds on.

"In return, I do hope you tell me whenever the disciples also target you."

.... Oh.

"... You know you could've made me inform you in any other way than having us argue?" you state, back to your moody self - the switch in mood making your husband laugh, "Not such a great feeling being left in the dark, is it?" he reminds you - and you hate how effective this sort of method is.

So your only reply is to wrap your arms around his waist, "I'm sorry," You can feel his body shake with laughter, his own arms wrapping around your shoulders before you feel his lips pressing themselves at the top of your head, "Now stop being mad, because these few hours were quite tortuous for me."

"You just say that because I usually do all the talking."

"Precisely."

struggled with that ending for 3 days man.

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[ellecdc]

Soooo, I'm not the usual requester of the poly!moonwater x reader, but I fell I love with them and the way you write them!

With that being said, could I request Mia and Monty taking in Regulus and reader, saving them from their cruel families, and the holidays being absolutely hectic with everyone there.

Maybe some Mia and reader bonding?

If not that's fine! All my love,

🦕

*gasps* thank you lovely! I'm so glad you've loved moonwater enough to submit a request!!! sorry this took so long, I had this half finished and couldn't figure out for the life of me how to wrap it up happily, and then I was like "of course! Effie!" - not so much chaos but a lot of hurt/comfort and fluff

~please note: my requests are currently closed as I work through my older ones~

poly!moonwater x fem!reader

CW: toxic/abusive family dynamics, mentions and insinuations of abuse, your parents suck in this - I'm sorry, but just call me Euphemia Potter because you're all my children now

Remus had to admit that he was getting increasingly worried about you and Regulus the closer it got to the summer holidays. It seemed that no matter how much brighter the weather became outside, clouds were determined to follow the two of you around.

Remus only knew why Regulus would perhaps grow tense at the thought of returning to 12 Grimmauld Place on account of Remus’ years’ long friendship with Sirius. But the youngest Black, since reconciling with his older brother, has staunchly refused to discuss family life. Remus could accept that; he understood the gist.

But you, he was at a loss with. Though, he would admit that your occasional flinch at a raised hand or sudden quick movements by either Regulus or Remus spoke volumes on that end.

So here you all were (being Remus, you, Regulus, Sirius, James, Peter, and Lily) sitting by the Black Lake and enjoying the sun on one of the last few days of the school year, and you and Regulus were nearly comatose in your melancholy. 

Lily and Peter were doing their best to pretend they didn’t notice any tension in the group as they busied themselves with a game of wizarding chess, but James and Sirius had no such qualms and were staring hard between Remus and Regulus. 

“I told you that you could come with me, Reggie.” Sirius said surprisingly softly for the oldest Black. Regulus’ jaw twitched as he stole a fleeting glance at James.

“You told me that a year ago. I wasn’t smart enough to go then, I don’t see why I’d deserve that option now.” He muttered, sounding disturbingly more and more like the aristocratic Pureblood he was raised to be.

“It’s not about deserving, Reg.” Sirius said at the same time Remus said, “of course you do.”

“Honestly,” James interjected, “at this point, my mum would be pissed if you didn’t come live with us.”

Regulus’ face appeared to remain impassive, but Remus knew better; there were signs. His jaw tightened, there was a small movement in his left eyebrow and a subtle glossiness in his eyes.

Suddenly his gaze flit to Remus, his eyes almost begging him to understand something he hadn’t yet voiced. Remus held Regulus’ gaze until his eyes turned to something else; to you.

But it didn’t appear that you had heard any of the conversation going on around you; your eyes pointed to some unmarked point in the horizon, your mind far away.

“I can’t leave her.” Regulus whispered once he knew you wouldn’t hear.

“What’s the point of both of you suffering, Regulus? You can’t help her from Grimmauld Place.” Sirius argued. 

Regulus finally groaned, and Remus’ heart clenched knowing how close he was to frustrated tears. Remus felt just as close, feeling completely helpless in this situation. But his parents struggled enough supporting him alone. He knew that if he asked, his mum would have the two of you in a heartbeat, but the Potter’s had the space and funds to do it far more easily. 

“Y/N can come too.” James said plainly.

“Hm?” You hummed quietly, turning your attention back to the group at the sound of your name.

Regulus grimaced slightly but James, either ignorant to body language or choosing to ignore it carried on. “I was just thinking, we’re inviting Regulus to move in with us for the summer. Perhaps you could join us?”

You stared hard at James without breaking eye contact and Remus grew more and more tense the longer you stayed silent.

“It’s good that Regulus is staying with you.” You commented, sounding nearly robotic.

“You could-” Remus began, but you cut him off.

“Don’t, Remus.”

“Amour.” Regulus pleaded quietly.

“Leave it.” You ordered before standing and walking away. 

Regulus sighed and buried his face in his hands. Remus couldn’t stand it anymore and moved to sit beside him, rubbing soothing swipes up and down his spine.

“Your brother is right, love. You’ll be more help to her if you’re safe at Potter Manor. You need to be brave for the both of you right now.”

“She’s never told me either, you know?” Regulus spoke from inside his hands. “I have no idea what happens when she leaves here.”

Remus fought back the tears that threatened to infiltrate his eyes. “You’ll be more help to her from Potter Manor.” He repeated.

You’d been avoiding the boys, that much was certain. And even if you weren’t avoiding them, it was like you weren’t even there when you were sitting right next to them. Remus hated to think that this was the note you were all leaving on, knowing you’d not see each other again until September first. 

Regulus had agreed to stay with the Potters, though he refused to discuss with anyone what was said to his parents (or, perhaps more importantly, what his parents had said in return). 

So, they stood there in Central Hall with their bags and school trunks; James and Sirius arguing over what they were going to do first when they got to the Manor (in an attempt to hopefully lighten the mood for Reggie's sake) while Remus stared at Regulus’ face without pretending that he wasn’t, as his boyfriend stood painfully rigid.

You appeared then, the strap of your duffle bag thrown over your shoulder and your school trunk trailing behind you. Remus didn’t think he’d ever seen you look so forlorn.

It was like a switch was flipped in Regulus, and he went from a soldier standing at attention to cooing over your shorter frame.

“Let me get this, amour. Did you get everything packed okay?” He asked you softly, pulling your duffle bag gently from your shoulder to throw over his own. You barely nodded in acknowledgment, eyes staring at the ground unseeingly. Remus felt sick to his stomach.

“Okay.” Regulus murmured at you quietly, giving Remus a quick shake of his head as he went to move to you. Remus had this overwhelming urge to pick you up and huddle you under his arm, not letting go until you were all the way to Wales – where your family couldn’t get to you.

But Regulus perhaps understood your mindset better than he did.  

“Can Rem take your trunk for you?” Regulus asked, mostly as a means to invite Remus into the conversation and less trying to get him to be your pack mule.

“No.” You said as firmly as you could manage in this fragile state. “I’ve got it. Thank you, though.” You said, finally looking up to make eye contact with Remus and Regulus. 

Regulus, for his part, managed to smile sadly at you. Remus was sure his discontent was written all over his face.

“Ready to get this show on the road? Look at me, sounding all muggle.” Sirius called. One would think he sounded indifferent to what was going on, but Remus (and Regulus) could see this for what it truly was: distraction.

“No.” You whispered.

“What is it, lovie?” Remus asked, turning his attention quickly back to you.

“I’m not, I-” you took a few quick breaths, face scrunching up painfully as your eyes filled with tears. “I’m not ready, I can’t. I can’t go. I’m not...”

“Okay.” Regulus said softly.

“I can’t go back, I can’t - I’m not ready.”

“That’s alright.” Sirius offered just as softly. 

You were disturbingly close to hyperventilating – surveying your surroundings like you were looking for a place to run, looking for a way out. “I can’t do it anymore, I can’t.” You cried.

“Then don’t, love.” Remus pleaded. And you broke down into sobs. 

Something inside Remus snapped and he made for you, enveloping you in a hug that was probably far too tight, but you nuzzled impossibly further into his chest anyway as if he could perhaps hold your pieces together as you fell apart.

He’d find a way to do it for you if that’s what you truly needed.

As your gasping sobs ceased and your breathing evened into only the occasional hiccup, James let out a theatrical “Phew.”

“What?” Regulus asked, voice somewhat taut from both protectiveness and frayed nerves. 

“I sort of told my mum she was coming to live with us, anyway.”

Remus could have kissed the sod right on the mouth at that moment. He opted to kiss the top of your head instead. 

“I don’t want-”

“-to be in the way. You won’t be, amour.” Regulus interrupted your train of thought, voice far softer than the one he’d used with James.

“Yeah, Regulus is far more inconveniencing than you are, dollface.” Sirius snarked with a wink, earning him a quick stinging jinx from Regulus. 

If Remus had thought that the hard part was over in Central Hall, he was very wrong.

You had settled not too badly as you all rode the wagons to the train station holding onto Remus’ hand like a vice, and Regulus appeared to be far more comfortable now that he was less worried about you. Regulus undeniably had some abandonment issues, and the thought of going to the Potter’s without you left him with the sense that he would somehow be letting you down. Remus supposed that at least before, the two of you could commiserate together knowing that whatever you were going through, so was the other.

But as the group travelled on, some of your own tension returned the closer you got to Kings Cross Station. 

“You don’t have to say anything to them, you can just leave with us.” Sirius said plainly as Remus reached to grab your bags from the overhead compartment.

“That’d be considered kidnapping.” You responded quietly.

You hooked your duffle over your shoulder and stood, looking through the compartment as if you could somehow see your family through the sheets of metal separating you and Platform 9 ¾.

“Would...would you like us to come with you? Stand by your side? How would you like to do this, love?” Remus asked, leaning back slightly so he could see your face directly. 

You seemed to ponder that for a few moments before returning his gaze. “Maybe...maybe you guys could just, stay a little behind me? Not close enough to say anything or for them to say anything to you, just...”

“Close.” Regulus finished for you. You nodded in response.

“Consider it done, dove.” Remus said and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

James and Sirius spotted the Potter’s quickly after exiting the train and brought your bags and trunks to them so that the Potter’s elves could bring them to the Manor. You watched as your trunk disappeared with a pop; there was no going back now. 

“Y/N.” An indifferent tone called, causing you to stand up straighter, though you didn’t seem ready to turn your gaze towards it yet.

“We’re right here, amour. We’re not leaving without you.” Regulus insisted. Remus wanted to touch you, grab your hand, kiss your cheek, but he knew he’d have to wait until you felt safe.

Safe.

Soon you’d be safe.

True to their words, Regulus and Remus followed you towards your parents who stood poised like models in a Victorian Era portrait, staring down at you over their noses, though the two boys paused a good distance away as you had asked them too.

“I hate this.” Regulus murmured as you said hello to your parents. Your mother turned to leave before you asked them to wait.

“We’ll be able to take her home after this.” Remus placated, but it did nothing to soothe his own nerves either. 

“You’re doing what?” He heard your mother ask derisively. 

You repeated yourself, albeit quieter and more meekly than you had before. Remus wanted to hex her for making you feel so small.

“Absolutely not. Get your things.” Your father barked.

You raised your hand carefully, pointing towards the Potter’s to explain that they’ve already brought your things to their house.

“You insolent little witch. How dare you undermine me like this.” Your father spat and took a menacing step towards you. You stepped back quickly with a full body flinch, and that was it for Remus.

“We’re done. Let’s go.” Remus said authoritatively. “Come on, dove.” 

You needn’t be told twice, allowing Reg to steer you towards the Potter’s as Remus cast a quick muffliato around you to spare you from any trailing remarks your parents made. 

Remus and Regulus exchanged a worried glance over your head as you kept your eyes glued to the floor, letting yourself be guided blindly through the platform.

“Ready to go, dearies?” Euphemia Potter asked kindly, softly, as she beamed at the five students in front of her with Fleamont at her side. Even Remus felt like he had whiplash at the difference of atmosphere on this end of the platform; he couldn’t imagine how you or Reg were managing. 

“Hello, cariad!” Remus heard his mother call before any of you could answer Effie’s question. He turned his gaze to see his parents, Hope and Lyall Lupin, move through the crowds towards them.

“Gangs all here now!” Lyall called, and you tightened your hand currently enclosed safely in Remus’. He gave your three quick squeezes in return: a silent promise of safety. 

“This must be Regulus and Y/N!” His mum cheered, looking awfully close to embracing both of you. However, Regulus’ aristocratic upbringing appeared to save the day as he quickly stepped in front of you and stuck his hand out, bowing politely to her.

“Mrs. Lupin, it’s very nice to finally meet you.” He said, posh accent on full display.

Remus gave a pleading look to his family, knowing his mother was the kind to say “oh, I’m really more of a hugger.”

But apparently, one thing motherly love was very good at was reading the room, and his mum accepted the handshake before his dad, Effie and Monty all got one of their own. You nodded politely and exchanged a quiet ‘hello’ but opted to stay glued to Remus’ side.

He couldn’t say he minded that option entirely. 

Euphemia Potter was no stranger to troubled children showing up at her doorstep, but she couldn’t help but admit how different this time was.

Last year, Sirius showed up battered, beaten, bloodied, and bruised, not to mention completely scared out of his mind. And underneath all of that was this horrible fear for his younger brother’s safety, as well as an overwhelming sense of guilt for leaving him behind.

Sirius never really recovered from feeling like a burden, not last summer at least. He remained entirely too polite for Effie’s tastes, full of “thank you, Mrs. Potter”’s or “that really isn’t necessary”’s right up until the day she sent them off to Hogwarts.

“Now boys.” She said, giving the two troublemakers as stern a face as one Euphemia Potter could muster. “Though I would certainly prefer no trouble at all, can we at least promise not to get quite as many detentions this year? And for the love of Merlin – no more broken bones! I like that when people ask me how my sons are, I can at least say ‘well, at least they’ve got their health!’”

Effie was certain that the pressure behind Sirius’ eyes from fighting the tears must have been excruciating, but he held out for as long as he could before he launched himself into her chest. 

“Thank you, Effie.” He finally whispered through tears.

“Please, Sirius.” She whispered as she stroked the boy’s hair. “Call me mum.”

If last year was full of guilt, grief, and fear, this summer seemed to be full of caution, hope, and love.

Where James spent last summer trying to keep Sirius in as high spirits as possible, this year he got to simply play the role of host. Where Sirius spent last summer trying to stay out of the way and convince himself and everyone around him that he was completely fine, this year he got to show his brother what real family looked like.

And though he saw a lot of Sirius in Regulus, there was so much that was so distinctly him.

Regulus’ trauma came out in impeccable table manners, speaking in a manner far more suited to a member of parliament than a teenaged boy at a casual meal, and assessing the atmosphere in the room with the efficacy of a social weather man. 

But his personality was completely contradictory. 

He made jokes and comments that he didn’t seem to realize were funny until people around him laughed, which caused him to blush but let out surprised laughter of his own. Where Sirius’ jokes were performative and always for the sake of amusing the people around him, Regulus’ humour came naturally and unbiddenly. Where Sirius showed his love and excitement as loudly as possible in order to make sure everyone around him got to share in it, Regulus dutifully handed out his love and excitement in carefully curated doses. 

She loved them both beyond measure.

And you...well, Effie could certainly see how you managed to win over not one but two of her favourite young men. Your trauma seemed to come out in the form of fading into the background. Everything you did, you did quietly. You never asked for anything, whether it be for seconds at dinner, something to drink during the day, or to go into town to shop for supplies.

But even though you were clearly struggling, Effie could see how much you cared for those boys both actively and passively. Your body language seemed to change the second either of them entered a room, their presence’s easing any discomfort you may have been feeling nearly immediately; you smiled brighter, made more eye contact, and even contributed to conversations when one of them was around. Right now they were your confidence, your safe space. Effie hoped to get the chance to see it for herself one day, but she felt unbelievably lucky to get to see it in this way too. 

You always showed up with bottles of water when the boys were outside playing quidditch, somehow knowing Regulus was the kind to completely miss any cues his body gave him of thirst and predicting his needs. And you always brought sunblock out unprompted when Remus would fall asleep with a book over his face, ensuring he wouldn’t burn in the sun. 

She loved you so much.

It had been about two weeks since summer holidays started, and Hope and Lyall Lupin were going to be leaving their mini holiday at Potter Manor in a few days when Effie felt that you had made enough progress to broach the subject. 

“Y/N, dearie. Do you have a moment?” She asked as you and the boys walked in the back door after spending some time down at the lake.

Effie noticed a flicker of concern cross your features, though you readily agreed nonetheless. Remus smiled while Regulus promptly stood at attention.

“Hope’s going to be leaving in a few days, and I was thinking perhaps we could get a shopping trip in before she does.”

At this Hope looked over with a beaming smile. “Oh! I’d so love to go shopping! The shops are not nearly as posh in Cardiff.” 

You looked between the two women uncertainly but began nodding your head. “Erm, yes, sure. What...what are we shopping for?”

“Well, I thought we could go shopping for some clothes.”

You looked absolutely horrified at this. “I have clothes! I brought everything I had from school.”

Effie smiled encouragingly at you. “Yes, and what you had packed for school was appropriate for a Scottish autumn and winter, not for a summer in London.”

Sirius, never one to leave very well alone, piped up at this. “I want to go shopping! Can I come?”

Hope chuckled and ruffled the boy’s long hair. “I think it’d be better just us ladies, hm?”

Sirius pouted at that, but Regulus took pity on his brother. “You can come with me and Fleamont, Sirius.”

Sirius stood abruptly and planted a smacking kiss to the younger boy’s cheek. “You’re officially my favourite sibling.” He declared, earning him an indignant ‘oi!’ from James. 

“Get off of me, you sod.” Regulus grumbled, leaning further into Remus’ side. 

You looked at your two boys then; Remus was smiling at you with a look so full of love and pride it nearly rivaled Effie’s, and Regulus was smiling encouragingly and so sweetly, Effie was certain her blood sugar levels spiked just at the sight.

“That...that would be very nice. Thank you, ladies.” You agreed quietly. You nodded your head in decision, mostly to encourage yourself but Effie was thankful for the effort.

It was hard to imagine a time nearly eighteen years ago that Effie and Monty were heartbroken and struggling to finally have a child of their own. If only they’d know that seventeen years later, their lovely, lovely boy would bring home four more for them to love.

She was simultaneously sad for you, Regulus, and Sirius that you had to grow up in homes that didn’t love you the way you ought to have been, but she was so beyond grateful she got the honour to love you properly, now and for the rest of her life.

As long as Euphemia Potter lived, none of you would ever spend a moment being anything but loved.

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[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: A Day In The Life

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Summary: You do a mini TikTok vlog of a day in the life with your boys while pregnant. (Pregnancy announcement to the public!)

Warnings: Fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic

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January 10, 2024 - *35 weeks pregnant*

After posting some more pranks I've done on Joe, surprisingly, my following on TikTok has grown significantly.

Usually, posting Joe on my socials garnered negative attention, AKA hate. I did it because social media apps were meant to share your life, and Joe was a huge part of my life.

I never meant it in a braggadocios way, but that's what people seemed to take from my family photos and post-win pics with my husband.

That's why I was so surprised to see that everyone loved my Joe pranks.

The comments held a consensus that I’d never seen under a post of mine, they loved Joe and I’s dynamic.

I didn't need the public fan validation to make me feel secure in my relationship with Joe, but for once, they understood how special our relationship was, and some even apologized for past statements.

“They love us, Joe.” - you

“No, honey, they love you.” - Joe smiled

After those words were shared, Joe pointed out how all the comments were mostly praising me.

“take back everything I said abt her.”

“stop she matches joe’s energy so well…”

“the way he can’t stay mad at her, they’re so in love”

“actually such a cute couple”

“they compliment each other so well!”

“i see why joe married her! 🥹”

“i want y/n to be MY mom.”

“who gave y/n the right to be so adorable.”

“she’s so fun!”

“the way joe looks at her.. 😭”

“still jealous, but he loves her sm.”

“MY PARENTS.”

“i bet y/n’s the best mom and wife”

“Everyone’s switching sides now, but they never deserved hate. Joe wouldn't marry her if he didn't love her, and I'm glad that you guys can see that now. She makes him really happy!!”

“See? Some are even requesting more videos, baby. Do you see how many new followers you've gotten?” - Joe

“It's just because I posted content of you…” - you

“No, don't say that. It's because you showed your personality, and they love you. They see why I love you.” - Joe

“Do you really think so?” - you

“I know so. Everyone thinks your pranks are hilarious, you're funny, and you handle me super well.” - Joe

“I do handle you super well.” - you laughed

“The best.” - Joe winked

——

That was two days ago, right after we put the twins to sleep and right before we went to bed ourselves.

Currently being nine in the morning, I just woke up.

It was off-season now, but that still meant early mornings.

This morning was a little different, though, because I was making a ‘day in the life’ TikTok.

Since my pranks had become a hit, I've gotten quite a few video ideas from fans in the comments. Most wanted to see more of our everyday lives and wanted to know what it was like as an NFL wife and mother.

So, I decided to do a short video to show what our family day routine was like on an average off-season day.

The thing is… Joe didn't know it was happening.

Joe loved that I was finally being seen the way he saw me but was still weary of what I was posting.

He wasn't a huge fan of social media, and being super public with our relationship and kids, he detested it.

I respected it, but sometimes Joe would ask to participate in a video unprompted.

Lately, that has become a bigger case, so I was hoping he wouldn't mind taking part in the mini-vlog.

Joe was still asleep when I got out of bed, so I discreetly walked into the bathroom after grabbing my phone.

I wouldn't be talking in the video, just showcasing the sounds of the background and whatever I was doing, while the text that I would put over it later would describe what was going on.

After making little clips of me brushing my teeth, washing my face, and brushing my hair out, I walked back into the bedroom.

Next, I recorded a little snippet of me picking out my outfit - leggings and one of Joe’s hoodies - before turning my phone off to get changed.

Now that I was ready, I headed downstairs to start breakfast.

I pulled ingredients out of the fridge for Joe’s smoothie, omelets for me and me, and some of the ingredients for the boy's pancakes.

Just as I was starting the blender, a sleepy-looking Joe with raging bedhead shuffled into the kitchen.

“G’morning.” - you grinned

Thankfully, he put on sweatpants and a T-shirt, and I was glad of that because he'd complain about being shirtless on camera.

“Hi.” - Joe mumbled

“You good, buddy?” - you laughed

“Mhm. I just don't like waking up to see that you're not next to me.” - Joe

“Awe, I'm sorry. C’mere.” - you

I opened my arms to Joe, and he immediately was in my embrace. My arms were around his waist as I squeezed him, and his head lay on my shoulder.

When he pulled away from me, Joe’s eyes landed on the recording camera and immediately went wide-eyed.

“Why are you recording?” - Joe

“I'm making a ‘day in the life' video. I won't put anything in it that you aren't comfortable with, like what just happened.” - you

“Oh… ok. Yeah, don't put that in, though, because I sound like a baby.” - Joe

His grimace made me laugh because I thought our interaction was cute. Then again, I loved Joe’s needy, soft side. It was purely adorable.

“My baby.” - you grinned

“Stop…” - Joe

Joe was trying to hide his smile as his cheeks turned pink, and I couldn't help but giggle. I loved knowing I could make him blush, even after all the years we've been together.

“Do you need help recording anything?” - Joe

“Not at the moment, but if I do, I'll ask you.” - you

“Okay. Want me to make the pancakes?” - Joe

“Sure! Can I get a clip of you flipping them?” - you

“Of course.” - Joe smiled

Shortly after that, Joe got started on the pancakes, and I recorded a little video to get audio of the sizzling from the hot pan.

When I got a short clip of Joe flipping a mini pancake, I didn't put his face in it, but you could very clearly see it was him. His easily recognized bracelets and hands gave that away, along with the laugh the speaker picked up when he executed the flip perfectly.

“I should be a pro cook.” - Joe

“We both know that shouldn't happen.” - you

Joe busted out laughing and told me to put that in the mini-vlog.

“Will do.” - you giggled

——

Later in the day, I had gotten most of the wanted content filmed, including waking the boys up, breakfast, and playing/cleaning around the house.

Now, Joe, Me, and the boys were on our way to the reason for the entire video.

AKA the ultrasound that I'm having today.

It was a hard launch of my pregnancy, but Joe and I thought we'd include it in the video since my maternity photoshoot wasn't for a couple more weeks. The reason we were announcing it before the shoot was because it was getting hard to hide my growing bump. We’d much rather announce it ourselves than someone screenshot a picture of me in the background with a round belly.

When we got sent back to the ultrasound room, Joe sat in the chair next to where I was. Tyson was in Joe’s lap while Miles sat in the chair next to them.

“You ready to see sissy?” - Joe

Tyson and Miles both nodded, causing Joe and I to both smile.

Soon the ultrasound tech walked into the room and before I knew it, the familiar feeling of cold gel on my stomach made me hiss.

“Okay, Mama?” - Joe

“Gel’s just cold. I'm fine.” - you smiled

Joe made sure to get a good video of you watching the monitor, and he felt tears pricking in his eyes at the sight of his baby girl.

He would never get tired of being called, girl dad, Joe wore it like a proud Boy Scout who had just received a new badge.

“Baby Girl is doing great, measuring how she should be, and is very healthy.” - Tech

“Good.” - you and Joe in sync

After a few more minutes, she wiped off my bump, and I was set to go.

Joe helped me off of the chair and pulled the hoodie back over my stomach.

“I love you.” - Joe grinned

“I love you too.” - you

——

I spent the first thirty minutes back home editing together the clips I already had, getting approval from Joe for each one.

It surprised me how much feedback and “Oh, this would be cool!” Joe was giving me. He liked this more than I thought he would.

We ate dinner just shortly after that, and the rest of the afternoon was slow, as it usually was.

Tyson and Miles went to bed earlier than usual, so Joe and I spent the majority of the evening watching space documentaries that Joe had been wanting to watch.

The last video of the day routine vlog was of the TV in front of us, Joe’s hand on my bump in view, as well as our legs tangled together.

I never truly appreciated the little things in my everyday life till they were pointed out in a video, like how Tyson always looks at Joe for approval before doing something or how Miles's eyes crinkle up when he smiles, just like his daddy’s.

Watching back at the completed TikTok while tucked into my handsome husband’s side as he rubbed over my baby bump and drew little shapes on it with his thumb had me thinking something I seem to always find my mind drifting off to. Oh, boy, was I one lucky girl.

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Authors note: cutie family fluff for Sunday

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[gayerthanevertbh]

beautiful girl.

pairings: older!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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summary: in kyoto japan, you were spending the weekend with your mother’s best friend, natasha romanoff. you have an undying love for her, knowing that she’ll never feel the same way, until a night takes you both away from reality.

warnings: heavily detailed smut, g!p natasha, choking (slight), dirty talking, pet names (little girl, little baby, baby, sweetheart, darling, baby girl), face painting (um), fluff, angst - 18+ minors dni.

word count: 5.1k

author’s note: I’M BACKKKKKKKKK 

Natasha understood that falling in love with you was a risk. She was aware of all the boundaries, rules, consequences, and blissfulness once she agreed to do this. She was never supposed to get to this point. You were a young adult, blooming every day to the point where she couldn't stop thinking about you at night. She was in shambles without you, but a whole in your presence. You’re like a flower, a delicate flower in her eyes. Once you wilt, she could never heal you back. And that’s what she did.

You ended up leaving her on the 5th of May, 1999.

What has gone wrong?

“Your mother agreed to stay with me this weekend?" Natasha carried your belongings into her house while you sighed deeply as you remembered what your mother had said. We will be away for a while, she says to you with a disoriented tone. But don’t worry, we’ll be back before you know it.

"You're her best friend," you retorted with a smile. She returns your smile and brings your bag up to the guest room, prompting you to follow her. "Plus, my friends are all gone this weekend, so you're my only option, Tash."

"Well, I'm glad you chose me," she chuckles as she places the duffel bag neatly in the corner of the room. "How about renting some videotapes and watching a movie this weekend?"

“I’m not really in the mood to watch a movie, to be honest.”

She hums, placing both hands on her hips as she thinks. You thought about something too, but nothing came up in your mind. In all honesty, you just want to spend time reading a book with her, since that’s where you two bonded over at. Whenever you’re at home or somewhere else, she will send you an e-mail about her favorite book and ask you to read it. And once you do, she’s enticed with your story. It’s like she couldn’t get enough of your words, almost as if she’s a drug addict. It’s amusing, really. It amuses you deeply.

But there's something else about her that you don't understand, something so cynical that it feels wrong to say it aloud. You have a strong attraction to her, and it took you a while to admit it. She's stunning, seductive, and possesses a witty personality that makes you laugh whenever she's around. But, for the most part, she's gentle, kind, and overly touchy - but not in an uncomfortable way.

You even like the way she whispers to you and touches your waist as if she knows something you don't. You liked everything she did, which scares you because you've never felt this way about anyone other than this goddess woman, whom you call your godmother. You're obsessed with the way she looks at you from time to time, and you yearn for her to make a move on you and fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked.

You were sick in the head.

"How about we order some pizza later?" She perks up at you, and you can't help but smile back. Finally, you hear her whisper: “I’m so glad you’re here, sweetheart. Tasha is sometimes lonely, you know?”

You don’t know whether she was flirting with you or not, yet you were still fucked in the head.

“Y-Yeah,” you manage to reply and hug her back, your hands rubbing her back. She sighs into your body, and you could feel yourself getting lost in her fragrance smell. “I’m glad to keep you company, Tash.”

She eventually left you alone, and you began to take your clothes from the bag, neatly folding them into a small closet. When you think of her, all you can see is her touching you and whimpering above you, asking if she can take you away from this cruel world. You considered touching her as much as you considered her touching you, and it immediately turned you on. Get out of my head, you thought painfully. Everything was becoming too much; the more you spend time with her, the worse it gets from time to time.

While Natasha prepares dinner for the two of you, heavy rain falls from the sky. You looked around, and everyone seemed to be at home at this hour when in Japan, everyone should be out drinking. You don't necessarily live in this country; it's just that your parents would return here every summer and spend the rest of the month in Kyoto. They were in Tokyo at the time, leaving you alone in this rural area, which you didn't mind.

You hear Natasha from afar asking, “Is your mom that busy? I mean, it’s vacation, you know? She should be spending time with you.”

You felt quipped as you turned over your shoulder and replied mischievously, “You don’t like me being around with you now, Tasha?”

She chuckles in response, pouring both bowls with ramen.

“No, of course, I love you being here. It’s just that as a mother, they should be spending time with their children and not their work.”

“They have a business,” you reasoned, which you don’t technically understand why – but sometimes you feel overprotective when it comes to your parents. “And I made the decision to stay here, they didn’t. So that’s on them.”

"Jasmine is currently with her mother," her voice begins to deflate, and you feel bad for her that she didn't get to spend the summer with her daughter. Jasmine is a few years younger than you, but you get along well. She placed two bowls on opposite sides of the table and sat down with a glass of red wine in her hand. “Come, sit. The food is about to go cold."

You ate in silence with her. There wasn’t much to talk about other than parents, books, the rural nature of this town, and Natasha’s love life. While you were eating your ramen, she began telling a story about her ex-wife, who had an affair behind her back. You looked at her with teary eyes, but she held your hand and said: “It’s over now, she’s out of my life. We’re just talking because of Jasmine. Other than that, no communication whatsoever.”

“I feel bad for you,” you whispered, blowing the soup from the spoon so you won’t get hurt by your tongue “You had a happy marriage with Maria, how come she had to do that to you?”

She sighed, not knowing the answer to my question.

“I don’t know, darling. Maybe I’m not enough.”

“Don’t say that,” you responded, reaching for her hand once more and squeezing it gently Natasha’s eyes start to look at your eyes as well, but you couldn’t help yourself but to look away since it has gotten too much for you. Even a glimpse of her stare scares you so much that it almost hurts your guts. “You’ll fall in love again one day, and maybe it’s not with her.”

Natasha licked her lips and formed a small smile on her face, bringing the glass of wine near her mouth. “I suppose so,” she whispers in a deep voice, her eyes not leaving hers. “How about you? Got anyone up in your sleeve?”

You shake her head, and her smile widens even more. You don’t know whether this was a sign of relief for her or she’s just amused that you haven’t dated anyone in your life, she began to ask: “How come? You’re the prettiest girl in the world, I’m sure there are guys or girls in line for you.”

“Well, I don’t let them.”

“Why?”

Because I’m into you and I don’t know how to explain that to you.

“Because I’m not interested,” you simply replied back while finishing your food, noticing that Natasha hasn’t touched her food when you began talking. “You should finish your ramen, Tash. It’ll get cold.”

She looks down at her bowl and shrugs, continuously drinking from her wine glass.

“I’m not that hungry,” Natasha yawns, scratching her eyes with the back of her hand. “I wish I could have an early night but I’ve got things to do, need to finish that check that this other company needs. Care to keep me company while I work?”

As soon as you entered Natasha’s office, you began to wonder if she had brought any girl into her life. Or particularly in this town. You were a whimp to ask her about it since she looks like that type of person who wants you to stay out of her business, but you’ve known Natasha ever since you were a baby – you practically grew up with her daughter, so it would be fine if you ask… right?

“Tash?”

She sits down in her black leather office chair and hums in response, making your throat drier than ever. You begged for her warmth, her touch, and her sense of ability, yet she felt so far away that you could barely reach her. You don’t know why.

“H-Have you slept with anyone else in this… town?”

She averts her eyes to you and stares for a moment, before replying to your question with a surprising tone in her voice.

“I have not,” she smirks, her eyes going back to the screen as she types. “Why do you ask?”

“Y-You seem like a person who doesn’t want to be lonely, that’s all.”

You two fell into silence again, before she spoke up.

“What would you do if I slept with someone else from here?”

“E-Excuse me?”

“You heard me, little girl.”

You wanted to prance around her office, feeling silly because she called you her little girl, and you wanted to throw yourself into her arms and kiss her lips deeply, but you were glued to your chair. You're not sure how to respond to that, and if she hadn't called you her little girl, you wouldn't be in this situation right now. What's worse, she's smirking at you without even looking at you.

“I-I uh… I don’t know if that’s appropriate of me to say that.”

“It’s just the two of us, baby,” her voice was seductive, full of lust. “No one will have to know about this, you can tell me.”

“I’m not really comfortable–”

“You’d be jealous?”

Yes, I’d be jealous to see you fucking someone else.

“I haven’t said anything, Tasha.”

She looks back at you and smiles, as if she’s playing a game with you – which she is. “But it’s true, isn’t it? You’d be jealous to see me with someone else, right?”

You pursed your lips, tightened your legs, and tried to look away from her gaze. You couldn't because your gaze had set her eyes on fire. And all you want is for her to approach you slowly and tell you that only you can satisfy her.

Finally, you nodded in response.

“Yes, I would be.”

Natasha switches off her computer, stands up from her chair, drags her two feet towards you, and leans down to feel her breath on the tip of your nose. She gently rubs your skin with her calloused hands as she brings her hand up to your cheek. You felt your eyes fluttering close as you heard her say, “I’d be jealous too if I saw you with someone else, kotenok.”

You and with your Russian antics, I hate you for making me feel this way.

“Tash–”

You felt ecstatic when her thumb brushed against your bottom lip, as if spreading something on your mouth. You were deeply in heaven, wondering what else she could do to your body out of her pleasure, and you were desperate to know what she could do to your pretty little head.

In conclusion: you want her to ruin you.

“Fate always leaves a mark,” she whispers with a titter, unbuttoning her blouse. “You are lucky enough to find that you are my fate, which you did finally realize.”

“What do you mean by that?” you perked as you felt your eyebrows scrunching from her statement. What did she truly mean by that? That she also thought about this with you? Couldn’t this get any better? You feel your core beating with so much arousal that it’s despicable – even embarrassing.

She brings you up as she carries you, and your legs swing around her back to lock her in place. She pushes your hair away from your face and felt her lips close enough to yours. Kiss me, kiss me, do something! Please, just do something–

"I've had my eyes on you ever since I saw you naked," you don't remember when that happened, but you know it wasn't long ago. She massages your left waist as she leads you to her room, locking the door behind her. "It was two months after your 18th birthday, and I saw you naked in the shower, I was mesmerized, Y/n. So fucking mesmerized by your body that I jerked off to you many times, did you know that?”

You could feel your cunt beating once more, and it was severely getting out of hand.

Natasha gently places you on her bed while unbuttoning her pants and quickly removing them. Her expanding penis was visible on her boxers. She was quite large, much larger than the guys you've seen in videos and in person. She looks down at your vulnerable body, her hand in her tight boxers massaging her growing cock.

“Play with yourself.”

“I-I don’t–”

“Please?” you've never heard her beg before, and the sound of her voice echoing in the room makes you cry. She whispers, “Play with your boobs for me? Do it for me, please… I just need to–I want to see you do it.”

You outstretched your hand and buried it under your tank top, feeling your left nipple harden from this action. She moans to herself, her hand slipping into her boxers as she moves her hand in an up-and-down motion onto her dick, her eyes completely hooded.

“You like it when you touch yourself for me?” she asked, her movements in her boxers were evident, her stomach tense each time she dragged the skin of her penis all the way to the base of her stomach. You nodded vigorously, tweaking your nipples with your thumb and index finger. “Tell me, did you think about this too?”

“I have,” you confessed quietly as you can hear Natasha moaning under her breath, her eyes never leaving your covered breasts. “So many times, Tash. I can’t help it.”

“Me too baby,” she grumbles, pulling her boxers all the way down to her ankles, her cock standing hard in the air. “Fuck, fuck… I’m so hard right now. You did this, you know? You get me hard every time I see you, little baby.”

“I-Is that true?”

“Uh-huh,” she whimpered, her hand wrapping around her penis as she mercilessly jerked herself off in the midst of her room, humping the air with so much desperation. “I thought about your mouth, how much I could fill your throat up… you would like that, wouldn’t you baby girl? You want me to fill up your naughty throat?”

“Oh my god–” your breath hitches, as you watch some of her pre-cum leaking out of its tip, desperate to be inside of your pussy. “Tasha, I can’t–please just come here, please…”

She quickly climbs on top of you and kisses your collarbone, then your neck, and finally your lips. She held you impossibly closer to her, afraid enough to pull away and the next thing she knows – you were gone. She was going to savor this moment forever, especially when she gets to have you like this. This is something she could never forget.

“Sweetheart,” she murmurs onto your wet bruised lips, pecking it twice before pulling down your panties all the way to your feet. “You want to do this, right?”

“Y-Yes,” you were desperate as much as she was, you began to bring your hand to your core but you felt her hand gripping your wrist tightly – silently telling you that you shouldn’t. “W-What–”

“You won’t go telling this on your parents, hm?”

“Of course not,” you smiled, reassuring her somehow. “This is just our secret, Tasha.”

She nods in agreement, curving her lips with an amusing smile.

“Yes, baby girl. Our secret only.”

You and Natasha were naked in her bed, while the rain poured harder than a few hours ago. She sweetly kisses your mouth, her tongue poking on the lower lip of your mouth, inviting you in. You eventually gave in, as you felt yourself moaning from the warmth of her mouth flicking on the roof of your tongue. She presses both of her hands against your breasts, gently massaging them with her fingers, pinching your nipples, and causing you to whimper.

"Does it hurt?" she inquired, her brows furrowed. You shake your head as her fingers clung to your nipples, and you can't help but lift your hips to meet her cock - she groans in this movement. "Oh, my God, I can feel your wet pussy on my cock... I’m not even in yet.”

“You’ll put it in?”

“If you want to,” she smiles, dragging her hips down as she meets with your wet core once more, her eyes rolling back. “I haven’t felt this way in so long. I can’t believe I’m going to fuck you, sweet girl. You’re going to love this cock, I promise. It’s going to fill you up so good…”

“But,” you hesitated, which you often don’t do. “What if it hurts?”

She looks down at you for a brief moment and sighs, tucking a strand of hair behind your air, making you let out a giggle softly. She loved the way you submitted it to her, even this early. It’s something it turns her on, making her cock spiral.

"It will hurt for a little while," she said, kissing your lips again, but this time with love and need. She pressed her tongue deeper into your mouth, searching for something... and you have no idea what it is. "But it's going to feel good, okay?" she pulls away with the sound of your lips smacking. “I’m bigger than the average size of a penis, so it’s gonna hurt for a bit.”

"Do you love me?" you asked timidly, your gaze averted from her face. But she grabs your chin to look at you again, and you're surprised to see a loving smile on her face - meaningless to speculate that she feels the same way you do. "Tasha, I can't do this if you-"

“I’ve loved you since the moment I laid my eyes on you,” she pours her confession out of her heart, feeling it was about time that you had to know her deepest secret. You could feel her erection getting harder from her statement. “You’re all I think about, my love. You’re in me, and I need to be in you too.”

You watch intently as she spits on her cock, spreading saliva all over her length. Then, she spits on her hand and spreads the thick liquid all over your pussy, making you let out a shuddering breath with a mix of whines. She moans back at the feeling of your warm cunt, knowing what else she could do other than fucking you hard in her bed.

“Your pussy is so small,” she chuckles humorously, kissing your lower mouth. “It’s so cute, and my big cock is going to get into that little pussy…”

"I like the way you talk," you said breathlessly, your eyes rolling back as the tip of her cock accidentally hit your clit. “Your dick is so big, Tasha. "I don't think it'll fit.”

She smiles at you and kisses your lips one more time before placing the tip of her cock in front of your gaping entrance, her gaze returning to your hole.

“We’ll make it fit, baby.”

She thrusts inside of you slowly, letting out a guttural moan as she does so, and you felt your entire world coming into place. You scream out of pain and pleasure, not knowing which one to feel, and Natasha keeps you in place by soothing both of your arms, shushing you quietly. “It’s okay, it’s okay… It’ll go away soon. I promise baby–Oh my god, you’re so tight…”

“You’re so big!” you whined, gripping her back with your nails deepening into her skin, making the woman hiss in pleasure. “It’s too big, I can’t–”

“W-Want me to pull out?”

“No just,” you take a deep breath as you look at your conjoined sex, her penis barely halfway into your cunt. In fact, it was only the tip that was inside of you, and you whined at the thought of her taking it all in. “T-Take it slow, Tash.”

“You want Daddy to take it slow?” the nickname surprised you, and the thought of calling her by that new nickname makes your cunt tighter. She had a mischievous look as she slowly slipped an inch more, watching your brows scrunch in pain. “It’s okay, baby girl. Daddy won't hurt you, I promise. Just tell me when to stop, and I’ll stop.”

Natasha placed her hands on each side of your waist and slowly pushed in, her breath trembling from the sensation of your warmth around her cock. It was unusual for her to feel this way, especially since she hadn't fucked anyone since her divorce from her wife. It was even better because she was getting close to having an orgasm but knew she had to hold it in.

“Is it all the way in now?” you let out a quiet moan as you look down at your cunt, her length halfway in. You sighed, averting your eyes back at her as she looks down at you with lustful hooded eyes, silently asking you if she can push in deeper now. “Y-You can go deeper, Daddy.”

“Call me that again, sweetheart…”

She buries her face into your neck, her back twitching as she feels her pelvis pressed against your skin. This was by far the most pleasurable sensation she had ever experienced, and she would never be able to forget it. You held her close, her hips slowly moving into you, your eyes fluttering close in pleasure.

"You feel so good," she exclaims, squeezing you onto the mattress and thrusting inside of you at a moderate pace, her shaft coated by your wetness. “Daddy loves this so much, princess. I can’t believe you have given yourself to me, I’m so happy… so fucking happy right now.”

“Oh, Daddy…” you whined, lifting your hips while she pounded her cock into you, grunting each time the tip of her cock hits your cervix. “That’s it, Daddy, make me feel good… you make me feel so–”

"Fucking tight," Natasha moaned, her cock moving faster into you, completely enthralled by your juices all around her thick veiny length. "Oh my goodness, you're such a lovely little girl... so beautiful. So lovely.”

The redhead buries herself into you as she clutches you tightly in her arms, kissing your lips whenever she can. You wrap your arms around your neck while she feels your walls tightly hugging her penis, causing her orgasm to creep in closer. She spits into your mouth, spreading the saliva all over your chin as she grabs and pushes your right breast upwards.

“Ah–Daddy!”

"Scream for Daddy," she murmurs, thrusting inside of you quickly, the sound of your skin slapping against each other filling the warm, thick room, making Natasha groan. The woman grips your jaw and inserts her thumb into your mouth, her cock twitching from the sensation of your warmth coating her thumb. “Fucking hell, you’re taking me so well. Who would’ve thought my cock would fit inside of you? Hm? Look at that…”

She spreads your legs wider and observes your cunt taking up the entire length of her body, rolling her hips each time she hits your spot. You whine beneath her, grabbing the sheets as you cling onto them, biting your lower lip hard. The rain begins to fall harder, and the sound of your skin slapping against hers becomes more audible. Natasha lowers her head as she desperately kisses your lips, pressing so hard into you that the bed begins to creak.

She wraps her hand around your neck and whispers to your ear, “You like this, baby? You like it when Daddy fucks you hard?”

"Uh-huh," you nodded, short of breath. But you didn't mind because you were enjoying the sensation that was taking place in this room. And you felt your cunt getting tighter and tighter whenever she moves into your swelling, puffy cunt. Natasha growls, lifting your torso as she hugs you close, thrusting upwards so that her cock would fit all the way in. “Oh my god–”

"Daddy loves your sweet little pussy," she presses deeper into your cunt, moaning as you clench around her shaft. She didn't dare to keep her grunts and whimpers to herself, so she let them out into the room as if no one else could hear them - which no one could. “Clench on my dick again, baby. Do it for Daddy, please.”

"Don't stop," you whimpered, gripping the back of her hair and rolling your hips with her, feeling her cock so deep inside of you that it almost hurts. “Daddy, I love you…”

"I love you too, baby girl," she chastises, her lips close to yours. As she continues to hammer your pussy with her rock-hard penis, she scratches your back, leaving red marks on your skin. "Can you feel me, baby? You feel Daddy all the way in?”

You nodded, not knowing what else to say but to ride her the way she wants you to.

“Want to cum in you so bad,” she lets out a pathetic whine, feeling her cock twitch once more as she gets herself close. “Want to feel you when I cum, want to feel everything… let me cum inside you? Please? Are you on the pill, baby?”

You shook your head, knowing that you haven’t had an idea of taking one. But she nods, pulling your hips up and down to hear the sound of her cock inside of you squelching, begging to release. She closes her eyes as she pulls out quickly, wrapping her hand around her warm wet length and kissing your chest, licking your cleavage.

“Are you gonna cum, Daddy?”

“Y-Yes, baby, I’m gonna cum…” She jerks off the base of her dick and pushes you back onto the mattress, bringing her cock closer to your face. She looks down at you, her stomach twitching, and she spurts white thick cum all over your face before she can say anything. “Oh my–Oh god!”

Natasha grips the headboard as she continues to cum, her warm sperm coating your mouth as you feel more dripping onto your face, closing your eyes automatically. She grunts above you, her hips spasming with each tightening of her grip on her penis, letting out a deep moan. “Oh shit, oh my god… Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

As her cum drips from the tip of her cock, she flops her body beside you, her dick limping in her hand. She gives you a long sigh and asks, "D-Did that feel good?"

You nodded, about to wipe the sperm from your face, when you felt her hand grip your wrist and whisper, "Please don't, I just... want to take a good look at you."

“With your cum all over my face?” you giggled, and she nods in response.

"You're beautiful with my cum all over your face," her tired voice begins to waver, and she pulls a dirty shirt from the floor and gently wipes your face, causing your eyes to open again - she smiles. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi, Tasha.”

She slept next to you that night, pressing her face against your neck as you could hear her snoring faintly. That night, you attempted to sleep, but you failed. You had just experienced a blissful moment when you made love to your mother's best friend in Japan on a rainy night. This was the life you desired; you desired to spend every waking moment with this woman until you become bored. But, in reality, you will never be bored.

You will love her until the end.

At least that’s what you thought.

“She’s going to have some difficulties moving on from you,” Natasha’s best friend, Clint, says with a deflating tone. “But you hurt her real bad, Nat. She’s miserable without you.”

Natasha nodded in response, dragging her cigarette away from her lips as she thought of you in her head, causing her to create a small smile on her face.

“She’s my everything, you know?” she whispers, her voice starts to break, which she doesn’t allow her to. “The moment we made love, I knew I was going to be inseparable from her. But eventually, her mom found out. And she needed to go to college, without me. I had to let her go, somehow.”

“So she left you?”

"She left me," she said again, feeling a deep burden inside her heart that she wishes she didn't have to feel, but it has to be felt. Natasha lets out a long sigh before tossing her cigarette and covering her face so Clint doesn't see the tears welling up in her eyes. "I really want her, C-Clint. I want her.”

“I know, Nat,” he nodded sympathetically, rubbing her back in slow motions. “I know.”

“I want her to want me too.”

“And she does.”

Months and even years have passed. Natasha was getting older without you by her side. When you returned from Japan, you assumed Natasha was still at her house, waiting for you. But when you arrived, the landlord informed you that she had moved out months before and that she was effectively out of sight. You were desperate to see her again, to rekindle your bond, but you eventually got tired and decided to live your life.

You were working as a baker in your high school friend's shop 5 years later. It wasn't much, but it covers your rent. Your mother would occasionally call you, but the conversations were brief and focused on business management. You didn't want to prolong your conversation with your mother because it would devolve into an undeniable mess. Plus, it would open wounds, which you did not want. You would come back home with this heavy feeling in your heart, asking you to run to her. But you didn’t know where she was, and you did not dare to ask again.

Because you were also embarrassed by what happened and wished that it had never happened. If you hadn't let your stupidity get the best of you, you and Natasha might still be talking today. Perhaps she hated you for abandoning her and not bringing her to the unknown world. But if you do bring her, and take her wherever it leads your youth, she will eventually despise it. She was a woman, a businesswoman who wasn't a child anymore. But you were, and you despise having to admit it to yourself.

“You are the love of my life,” she whispers to your ear, and you feel your skin heating up from the voices in your head. “I will love you forever, my beautiful girl.”

You sighed, nodding your head.

“I will love you forever too, Tash.”

END.

i’ll be updating more this week! let’s hope i do lmao. how do you like this?

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

DAY NINETEEN: Toys w/ Roommate!Spencer Reid (ft. Camgirl!Reader)

a/n: I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEDDDDD writing for this concept like you have no idea like - I am genuinely thinking about making these two their own couple because I feel like they have so much potential.

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Spencer knew exactly what the package that he held in his shaky hands was. The packaging was anything but discreet, and there was also the fact that he knew what you did for a living. Though your camming brought in a hefty amount of money, you didn't really buy a lot of things online unless they were special requests from your highest payers, or your paypigs — but those were a whole other can of worms.

You weren't secretive about your job nor did you ever shy away from it if it ever got brought up in a conversation. Maybe that's why Spencer liked living with you, because you were so carefree, either that be with your body or your sexuality. You were just so… confident. 

There was also because he had the fattest crush on you, and sometimes you'd exit your room with an apology already on the tip of your tongue just in case you were too loud. You always delivered these apologies with a knowing smirk though, especially after giving your flustered roommate a once-over.

You knew how men worked, they were simple creatures, really. No matter how different Spencer was, personality or intelligence wise, he had one thing in common with every other male on the planet: he has a dick, and most of the time — or in Spencer's case on some occasions — they think with them. 

You knew exactly what you were doing by leaving the package that contained your newest vibrating wand out for Spencer to see. You wanted him to bring it to you, and when he did — which you know he will — you'll give him an offer that you knew he wouldn't refuse.

"Hey, uh, ______?" Spencer called out as his knuckles knocked against the wood of your bedroom door. You smirked in excitement, loosening your robe around your chest so that your cleavage showed.

You opened the door with a faux innocent smile, "Yes, Spencie?" You asked sweetly. His eyes fell to the soft skin of your breasts, then allowing his gaze to travel behind you where his eyes settled on your phone raised on a tripod and the large lights pointed at your bed. 

The gulp that he swallowed could almost be considered cartoonish, and he prayed to whatever was out there that you didn't hear it; but you did, of course, and it only fueled the fire that raged in your gut for your genius roommate.

"This was um— was on the front porch and I figured you might need… it." His voice trailed off as he rambled nervously, his gaze not quite meeting your eyes. You pretended to be shocked. "Oh my goodness, It came in! I was worried there for a sec!" You reached out to grab it, allowing your fingers to skim the skin of his hand.

Your touch left a scorching burn behind, the man almost snatching his hand away from yours.

"I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to keep my promise to my followers." You said with a fake pout. "Well— I-I'm glad you're able to." He said heavily, his cock stirring awake in his pants at the idea. 

You gave him a once over before finally locking eyes with him. 

"I think you deserve a reward for bringing this to me…" You let the tips of your digits skim his chest teasingly. "A- a reward?" He all but squeaked. "Mhm." You nodded. "How about you come and try this out with me, hm? Put on a show for my fans." You offered with a bat of your eyelashes.

He found himself nodding like a lunatic, "Yeah! Yeah, okay." 

This was such a bad idea and Spencer knew it. He was a federal agent for God sake! And he was about to have his naked body — his dick! On the internet; but if he was doing it with you… it didn't seem all that bad.

And all that bad it definitely was not.

You were laid on your back, Spencer hovering over your upper body with the wand settled on your clit. Your loud moans and whines were swallowed by his lips, though the loud wet squelching from between your legs was emphasized by the heavy vibrations stimulating it.

Today, you were doing a faceless cam for Spencer's comfort, and most of your subscribers were turned on by the anonymity, even some female and male viewers gawking and commenting about how hot Spencer and you were together.

"You— you see that baby?" You manage to stutter through the pleasure that coursed through your veins. You forced him to turn his head and look at what the viewers were saying about him.

"They think you're so pretty, honey." You cooed, your fingers running themselves through his hair. He whimpered at your praise and the others, his face turning an adorable rosy pink.

"Aw! You're making him shy, you guys!" You whimpered out, hips jumping off the mattress as Spencer pressed the toy harder against your bundle of nerves. "Ah— fuck!" You cried out, your back arching.

"'M not shy." He said with a pout. 

He took vengeance on you by running the toy up and down your cunt, occasionally hovering over your entrance before solely focusing on your clit once again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" There were tears streaming down your face as you attempted to ride the toy, your plush thighs quivering and clenching around Spencer's arm. 

Whenever you attempted to close your legs, he would only spread them open again.

"Don't wanna disappoint your fans now do we, Angel? Not when they've been so nice to you." Nice meaning the fuck-load of money that's been getting repeatedly transfered to your bank account. 

"No… no! 'Don't wanna…" You mewled.

"Good girl." He whispered and placed a deep kiss on your lips.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober day nineteen #plus size reader #x plus size reader #plus size!reader #x chubby reader #chubby reader #spencer fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid kinktober #spencer x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x plus size reader #spencer reid smut #smut #fanfiction #nsfmeau

[bedoballoons]

this idea has been in my head for so long LMAO but could i request top! lyney x bottom! reader where the reader was initially helping lyney with his makeup but lyney got wayy to riled up by reader being on his lap so they ended up fucking against his vanity

hope you have a good day (and get lots of sleep) 🩷🩷

Oooooo I'm glad it's finally out of your head because it definitely deserves to be written!! Also thank you!! I hope you have a good day as well and that you enjoy~

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~To much to handle~༺}

CW: NSFW! MDNI! Top Lyney! and bottom gn reader! Lyney calls the reader mon amour!

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𑁍༄Lyney:

"Lyney stop moving, I'm almost done, just gotta do a bit more red." You shifted slightly on his lap, angling yourself better so you could touch up the tear shape on his cheek, completely unaware he was struggling desperately to keep thoughts of you in other positions at bay....the idea of you riding him right now, behind the stage where anyone could see...and the image of his cock so deep in you all you could do was scream for him with that goregous voice of yours while his pace got faster and faster, "Oh-oh my.., could you perhaps move a little faster mon amour?"

"I'm almost done, calm downnn...um...uh...heh, Lyney?" A blush crawled onto your cheeks, your body heating up at the feeling of his growing bulge brushing the inner skin between your plush thighs, only a few thin layers of clothing away from your warmth that called to him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean...I just...just...kiss me~" You gasped as he pulled the front of your shirt roughly, drawing your face close to his so his lips could meet yours in a lustful kiss, his tongue forced into your hot mouth, exploring every inch of it hungrily while you moaned against him, his free hand wandering down your body like he'd never touched you before now.

He groaned into your mouth, his hips bucking upwards in a attempt to get friction, but he was to desperate, he needed more. He maneuvered you skillfully, standing up with you in his arms and somehow never breaking the kiss as he carried you to his vanity. His lips left yours for a moment, leaving you gasping for air while he bent you over the daintily decorated furniture and grinding his clothed cock against your ass, ripping a moan from you.

"Mon amour, I just c-cant help it. You do things to me, even when you're just sitting there my mind always wanders~" He whispered his words against the sensitive skin of your neck, his bright purple eyes watching in delight as it sent shivers rolling down your spine, your body pushing back against him needily, you were now just as desperate as he was and he simply couldn't wait to get started.

His hands went to work on your clothes, tossing everything aside that could impede him, before making his way to his own, his dick throbbing almost painfully beside your entrance the second it was released from its cloth confinements. "M-may I?" He licked his lips excitedly, waiting for your response like it could decide his very destiny.

"P-please Lyney~"

He groaned happily, rubbing his tip against your hole just to hear the whiney moan you'd let out and then slowly sliding his whole length inside, your legs instantly turning to jelly beneath you, "S-so tight, oh mon amour you're so tight around me~" You clenched around him tighter, earning a struggled gasp that played in your mind like your favourite song, "M-move nghh~"

"As you wish~" He pulled out almost all the way, his cock already wet with your love and his, the sight only added to the fire inside of him, his body suddenly thrusting into you, his pace growing faster and faster until nothing but sinful noises filled the room, your head thrown back while you sung out his name for all to hear. "Lyne-y!! Ahh-ngh!!! M-more!~"

He followed your command, his dick hitting your insides even harsher and faster, you had no thoughts, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he fucked you senselessly into his vanity, you were seeing nothing but stars~

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

#genshin smut #lyney smut #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin x reader #genshin x you #lyney x reader #lyney genshin #lyney x you #lyneyhcs #lyney headcanons #lyney

[pablitogavii]

Can you write something angsty and smuttywith Gavi, having a hard time because of the alc, thinking that reader will want to leave him because he’s no longer doing football but she reassures him ? Thanksss

Be mine

Some months after the injury, Pablo really got into a depressive state and the two of you broke up. He said he wasn't giving you what he deserve and wanted you to keep going without him.

Restless nights, tears and screaming followed as you begged him not to do all of this. You knew he loved you, but you also stopped recognizing this boy as your Pablo.

There was no more smile, laughs and positivity in his life. You understood what he was going through and wanted to stay besides him but when he asked you to leave, that's all you could do.

After three months, you were finally sleeping again and didn't cry at least once a day. You had to keep living and despite missing him more every day, you decided to give your dating life a chance again.

angel: can't wait to see you!

you: me too :)

After replying you looked through your wardrobe for an outfit internally thanking yourself for packing away Gavi's jerseys into a box so you don't see them. It was a hard day but it helped you be able to move on somehow.

You called Mikky to show her your options and she was currently on the call glad to see you finally smiling again.

"Is he a nice guy, or should I get the boys to fix him up for you???" she said and you smiled knowing he talked about players who were still your closest friends. They were all disappointed when they heard about the breakup.

"He's sweet. We don't know each other that well" you say putting on the jewelry feeling a lump in your throat wondering if you're making a big mistake. But then you reminded yourself that Pablo wanted you to leave ... and you had to move on.

"I'm glad you're in this place now girl, it warms my heart to see your smile again" she said and you smiled nodding your head and refocusing on getting ready for your date.

Meanwhile Frenkie, Pedri and Balde went to visit Pablo at home where he lived in complete chaos. His parents traveled back home for some work and he was in even worse state than before.

"Y/n's going on a date tonight ..." Frenkie said and everyone gave him a stern look. But he had something in mind ... he knew Pablo still loved you and he needed to snap out of all of it.

"Frenkie!" Pedri said and Pablo looked at him with terrified face

"He needs to hear the truth! You broke up with a love of your life who wanted to be there fore you! You're a fool Gavi!" Frenkie said and Pablo was gulping fighting back tears.

"This isn't helping him hermano ..." Balde said when pablo went to the bathroom not wanting to cry in front of the boys.

"This is the only thing that can help him" Frenkie said.

Meanwhile Pablo opened instagram only to find your new post ...it was true ...he messed it all up ...you're not his anymore.

y.n.bebe

Barcelona, Spain

Date night 🍷

comentarios:

mikkykiemeney: beautiful 😍

y.n.bebe: 💗💗💗

gavibaby: i can't get over that it's not with gavi 😨

pablitoo: she belongs with gaviiii😍

y.n.fanss: they are no longer together so respect her!

pedri: miss you hermanita!

y.n.bebe: miss you!!!

ansufati: we need to hang out soon!

y.n.bebe: yesss!!!

barcafans: everyone loves y/n!!!

y.n.bebe: siempre cule!

Pablo couldn't get comfortable to sleep that night. All he could think about is where you were, who you were with, and weather you were safe ... he just wanted you safe in his arms right now.

The whole dinner you were bored ...the guy was trying really hard ...but you couldn't help think of the first date you had with Gavi ...the way you looked at each other ...the butterflies in your stomach.

Just then the last thing you expected happened, your phone rang and you saw Pablo's message on the screen. You froze. His name on your screen was a nice memory.

pablitooo: please come over. i need you. it's important.

you: On my way

You excused yourself taking an Uber and giving them Pablo's address. You were so nervous praying that he was fine no matter what. The first thought is that he fell and got more hurt.

You knocked and Pablo slowly walked towards the door feeling sweaty and nervous. He was gonna see you first time since few months. He slowly opened reveling your worried eyes.

"Thank God you're fine" was all you said and he smiled remembering how panicked you used to be whenever he would get hurt especially since the surgery. He missed that.

"Please come in preciosa ..." Pablo said and you felt a shiver move down your spine, that nickname.

"Would you like coffee or tea? I still have your black tea." he said and you said it was fine because you didn't want him to stand on that leg knowing he must still be in pain.

"You look beautiful tonight ... and always" he said and you blushed. God why was Gavi flirting with you now. It drove you mad as usual.

"I had a date ..." you said seeing his eyes drop. It was hurting him but you wanted to see if he even cared anymore.

"I know ... Frenkie told me today" he said after gulping heavily

"Of course he did. What did you want?" you say trying to keep guard because after giving up on you he really did hurt you. It was obvious tho that he still and always will own your heart ... after all you were at his house now.

"I wanted to take you away from him. I couldn't handle it preciosa. I'm sorry." he said and you appreciated that he was honest. You knew it was the truth because you knew he still loved you too.

"You calling me preciosa ..." you say and he interrupted

"I'm sorry" he said quietly

"I missed it" you said and it was a grand surprise for him.

"I don't deserve you ..." he said turning around and you sigh getting up and walking to him sitting down on his lap making sure it's on his healthy leg.

"Are you pushing me away again Pablito ..." you say running your fingers through his hair and he looked up at you with tearful eyes.

"Besame ..." you whisper and he sighs staring at your lips longingly.

"I'm broken preciosa ... and broken people break others" he was crying now and you were caressing his face resting your forehead against his.

"I'm broken without you ..." you were crying too now and he held your face drying off your tears and finally done what he should have done the first moment he saw you again. His lips were dancing with yours as everything suddenly stopped and you were each others whole world.

"Be mine ...please be mine again" he was gasping into your mouth and you smiled nodding fast and continuing to kiss him repeatedly feeling hungry and desperate.

pablogavi

Be mine?

comentarios:

y.n.bebe: always yours 😍😍😍

gavi.y.n.fans: YES! YES! YES!

gavii: finally my heart is whole!!!

mikkykiemeney: OMG😍😍😍

y.n.bebe: hehehe🥺🥺🥺

frenkiedejong: finally hermano!

pablogavi: thank you hermano❤️❤️

pedri:❤️❤️❤️

alejandrobalde: parentsss

y.n.bebe: favorite son😂😂😂

ansufati: amigaaa mia i love you with my best friend!!!

y.n.bebe: love you amigooo!!!

y.n.bebe

I belong with him 💗💗💗

comentarios:

pablogavi: amorrr preciosa miaaa❤️❤️

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[genericpuff]

i had a post in the works talking about some of my personal life shit and the things i'm looking to do with rekindled this year to help make personal life shit easier aaand then i fell asleep for a nap and when i woke up Rachel announced that LO was ending in less than 10 episodes ??

sooo yeah i'm officially saving that post for later, because LO is officially ending, with an actual end date. It does mean that it's not ending at the start of Spring like my initial prediction, which is a bummer (because that would have been really cool LMAOOO) but it does mean it gets to go on long enough to resolve the current plot arc. As for every other plotline in the story... yeah, those aren't getting wrapped up, at least not in any way that could be satisfying.

For over the last year LO has been a series of "wait seriously???" and this is yet another, though it's kind of different this time. We knew the end was coming and practically begging for Rachel to pick an end date because for many, following along with this comic has become a Sisyphean task week after week. It's bittersweet in a way, but . . . I also kinda don't feel anything? Maybe it's just my 'tism, maybe it's just the fact that I'm so tired of following this series, but I just... don't feel joy, but I don't feel dread. It's ending and that's that. As all things come and go in life, some day there won't be any more LO, and that day is May 11th.

I will miss the weekly readalongs that I would do with pals, the memes we'd make out of the new material, but I don't think I'm going to miss the comic and everything it said and did. At this point reading LO feels like watching a horse struggle to breathe and you're just begging the farmer to put it out of its misery, but the farmer thinks "No no, it'll be fine! It'll get back up in no time!" and it's like... no, it desperately needs to be put to rest 💀

I still have my two drafts stowed away, both on opposing sides of the fence depending on how LO turns out-

-and now we finally have an end date on when those essays will be written.

I don't know how I feel yet about it ending. These are complicated feelings to sort through regarding a comic that's basically been my life for the last few years, even before I turned into a critic of it. I'm just glad there's a light at the end of the tunnel. And I'm glad even my "love to hate it" energy has been waning on it the past few weeks anyways so that the end of it all can feel as painless as possible LOL Don't get me wrong, there will still be plenty to discuss after the comic, I don't think the antiLO/ULO community will just disappear into a puff of smoke as soon as LO is over, but I think a lot of us are also equally relieved that the comic made it this easy to stop reading and that it now has an end point.

And most of all, I'm hoping that whatever ending the comic brings, even if it just winds up being the S2 finale all over again for the critics, is still satisfying for the fans who have stuck around with it this long. The people who have loved this comic through it all at least deserve a proper send-off and I really hope Rachel gives it to them.

As for me... I'm not going anywhere, but it's been nice to stuff the overflowing clothes of LO back into its drawer within my brain. I want to make room for other drawers, other things, other pieces of work that will undoubtedly bring me more joy and entertainment. I don't know what yet, but it's nice to know the drawers aren't overflowing anymore.

And that's all I'm gonna say on that.

#lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #lo critical

[faintedlcve]

Hey babe! Absolutely adore your writing! Do you have any recs?

Thanks! And yes! I'm so glad you asked. There's a lot though so it's gonna be a bit long x

Theodore Nott

@cassiopeiasdaughter : an exceptional writer, their Theodore Nott fics based on midnight songs are the best! Wish them good luck on their uni exams and check out their awesome blog xx

Here are some of my personal favourites from their blog:

August: Theo asks you to be his fake-girlfriend but you understand the assignment a little too well.

Fearless: Based on the song fearless by Taylor Swift.

Maroon: A diary entry written during the War based on the song maroon by Taylor Swift.

Check out their other midnights collection entries!

@avalynlestrange: another great writer! one of the best angst writers on this platform in my opinion x they also write mattheo Riddle fics

These ones are my favourite:

@the0doreslover: in love with their Theo fics!

Foolish one: In which you know you’re being foolish in liking Draco but will you finally learn your lesson? Theodore certainly hopes you do.

In my head: In which Theodore Nott is the man of your dreams. Literally. Who is his?

My favourite one is Cooking class xx

Here are a few Theodore Nott fics from writers who's blogs aren't all about Theo xx

I think he knows: you had fancied the mysteriously quiet slytherin boy for as long as you could remember (since first year), and, quite frankly, your best friend was sick of you going on about it without ever making a move

Now, I did some digging and @dreamcubed writes about other hp characters as well based on songs by Taylor Swift! Their work is amazing so go check them out! Sorry for the late mention, I just checked and realised that they have like a blog that revolves around hp characters xx

Electric touch: a cute guy stumbles into the coffee shop you work at and it alters your brain chemistry.

I thought you knew:“i thought you knew?” “you thought i knew we were dating?” “yes!” “how would i know that, nott, you never told me.”

Want you: Based on the following prompts: Why do you always look at me like that?” “Like what?” “Like you… Want me.”  and "he doesn't even deserve to be breathing the same air as you"

Butterfly Love: Despite witnessing the death of his mother and being forced to grow under the watch of his Death Eater father, Theodore Nott is living proof that love and care bloom even in the most barren conditions. Maybe, they flourish even more.

Mattheo Riddle

@suugarbabe: their fics are absolutely magnificent. I recommend their saving grace series x the rest parts can be found on their blog x

These are some of my personal favourites:

Always: You & Theo have been best friends since year 1. Everyone things you and Theo are going to end up together but both of you like different people.

Drawings: based on prompts 'i never knew that about you...it's cute' and 'i can't believe I've never seen this side of you before'

Oblivious: contains smut Based on prompts "Are you really so oblivious?" And "Can I kill him now?"

@happilykrispypirate: another fabulous writer! Their mattheo angst fics are like the best x the mistake and don't touch her are my favourite xx

Some of my favourite mattheo fics are listed below x:

Black Quill: You never liked Umbridge, but who did? The woman was miserable and cruel. Her power in the school grew day after day.

Mattheo finds you crying alone: Imagine crying alone in the Astronomy Tower, hoping to escape everyone but Mattheo finds you

Torment : Reader is constantly bullied. Mattheo saves her from the bullies.

Everything and nothing: 1 2: where mattheo brings along a girl none of your group is fond of. Especially you. And the timing of it all is horrible.

Draco Malfoy

@talesofadragon: they have amazing fics and their fluff stories are the best! Check them out for Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes fics as well if you're interested xx

These are my favourite Draco fics by them. Their Draco masterlist is here.

Even if it's dark: Summary: Despite being raised in a traditional pureblood household with an overly abusive father, Y/N Y/L/N teaches Draco that light can exist even in the darkest of places.

Mittens: When Draco is in a foul mood and unwilling to disclose his problems, Y/N resorts to her animagus form to get him to talk. 

@fallingforfictionalcharacterss: whenever I feel like I'm going to go back to my Draco phase I read their fics! Another really good angst writer x Their fics are so cool and I love them xx some of their fics I love:

Falling: Where you are falling for the one boy who is known to break every girl´s heart.

False friends and true love: Where you get into a fight with your best friend and she reveals your feelings for a certain boy in front of everybody.

Ruin your life: Why would you kiss out of all the people the boy you hate the most in this world?

@dreamingonfilm: another great writer! Their fluff fics are my favorite! These are some I love by them:

Pretending: in which you watch Draco as he falls out of love with you

Cramps: In which Draco takes care of you whilst you’re on your period.

Bruises: 1 2: After years of being bullied by Draco, you finally stand up for yourself. However, you left him with more than a bloodied cheek and a bruised jaw.

Some other fics that I love:

Amortentia: the rest parts can be found on that post. Summary: Pansy forces a secret out of you, and you’re strongly debating which curse/jinx to use on her.

Unforgivable: Where y/n gets poisoned because of draco's behaviour

Taylor Swift

This is random but if you want someone to talk to Taylor Swift about, check out @annaisabookworm. They're super sweet and supportive and their blog is about Taylor Swift xx I love their posts x

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[skitariiposting]

Skit's Mini Painting Journey Pt. 3

The Admech one.

C'mon, you all saw this one coming.

Back when I was painting my nurgles purple, I wanted to do a similar color scheme for my Admech army. I slowly moved away from it however, as I didn't quite like the way it turned out. The green and purple look took to Nurgle well, but purple Admech on desert planets didn't make a whole lot of sense. Didn't stop me from trying though, and while they certainly didn't look bad, I'm glad I didn't stick with it.

The Mars Pattern Family

This little fella may look familiar! Here was my first attempt at a more traditional mars pattern skit, and a jawa-esque one to boot! This was a kitbash of a proper galvanic rifle and backpack being added to The Makers Cult's Lil' Recruit.

I mean, Jawa admech is so amazing, but I had to have my little guy properly equipped!

Continuing the Mars linage is a technopriest and engiseer, both TMC printed minis. I love the way these two look. The face-shield on the technopriest looks amazing, and I'm incredibly proud of the reflection on it. The OSL on the hand isn't very visible in the picture, but it also looks really good.

This Thallax bot was supposed to be a Kastellan Bot for @elnubnub, however I got the two mixed up and picked the smaller one. I'm going to eventually remedy that, but he still looks good nonetheless.

This is by and large one of my best pieces in my opinion. Back when @cannibalcaprine had a bird face, this model was more applicable. Dominus Hera has so much soul and time put into her I don't know if I'll ever be able to replicate the state of mind I was in that let me get this mini to look this good. The cloth effects are fantastic, the OSL from the gun is fantastic, the molten axe is fantastic, the color choices and layout is fantastic, the cables are fantastic; I don't know who painted this mini, but it certainly wasn't me. It couldn't have been.

And the most important member of the Mars Pattern Family, the fan favorite: Goober. A kitbash gone wrong gone right. A broken mini finally becoming whole. The legend himself. What more is there to say?

Finally: The Submechanicum

Penelope, the Ocean Queen. My first model I painted for the Submechanicus. I'd love to say that this is my magnum opus, considering I made a whole video about her and everything...

However, I must rip the band aid off and say that this is the first version of Penelope...

Because what immediately followed her was this beast. This is the Krabaphron, another contender for one of my best models. This sucker was so genre defining, that it set a new standard for the rest of my Submechanicus army and would cause me to re-do my color-scheme and paint job planning going forward.

I based all of my future Submechanicus models off of it, using it as a template. The Skits and Techpriest both got the same treatment and I've got to say, I'm in love with the way it looks. I've continued using this style so far and I haven't had to make many modifications.

As such, Penelope... didn't quite fit the bill anymore. She stood out from the rest of the models.

So... after a livestream of planning and base layering...

She was finally given the paint job she deserved.

And that's just were our story begins fair traveler... With the rise of the Depth Guard, a proper protector of the Submechanicus will be needed to combat the forces of Nurgle... And coming late April, there will be such a machine surfacing, with a video to present it.

Of course, this is quite an older photo. It's far more painted than that. I've teased photos of it so far, however I'm saving the proper display of it for the video, so be on the look out if you want to see the completed product!

And that's about it! Hope you've enjoyed this little walk down memory lane and gallery of my mini painting endeavors! I'll be making a website for easier viewing once I've gone through and gotten some more professional looking pictures done. Thank you for reading and viewing!

-Jerry

#adeptus mechanicus #admech #skitarii #40k #warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #miniature painting #mini painting #skitposting #photo dump

[pastelspoon31]

Chapter 4: What a nice neighbour! (Older!König x Younger!Reader) - NSFW

tw: age gap (early 20s reader, AT LEAST mid-40s König), manipulation, non-con, somnophilia, drugging, gullible reader :(, a little bit of pseudo-incest, pretty much dead dove, again.. SUPER ICKY

A/N: More somno ♥︎

Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | > Masterlist

"Hey, König." You smiled as you stepped into his apartment.

"There’s mein liebling. Been waiting for you to stop by all day. Where have you been?" He asked you.

"Busy with classes." You sighed and walked over to his couch, flopping down on it and kicking off your shoes.

"I see." He hummed and followed after you, settling down right next to you.

"Can we cuddle?" You suddenly asked him, and he gave you a look.

Afterall, it's been days since you asked for your daily affection from him.

"Now? Something happened?" He asked you.

You looked back at him.

"What? No."

"Then, why do you want to cuddle all of a sudden?"

"I can't just want to cuddle? We cuddle all the time!" You uncharacteristically scoffed (like a brat, König thought as his cock hardened in his pants) and crossed your arms.

"With the way you've been acting lately, I'm not so sure." He sarcastically replied in a light tone, clearly teasing you.

"Acting weird?" You feigned ignorance, prompting König to sigh heavily at your reply.

"You've been ignoring my texts, not answering my calls. You come to my door only when you want something." He pointed out, and you bit your lip.

"That's not true.."

"Oh, really?" He asked, walking towards you and sitting down next to you.

"You can't deny it, liebling.."

"What does it matter, anyway? I'm here now, aren't I?" You rolled your eyes.

"I want an answer, liebling. Why have you been ignoring me?"

"Because.."

"Because why, (Y/N)?" You huffed at his question and pouted as you adjusted your sitting position on his couch.

"The lady told me," You started, and König looked at you, waiting for you to continue.

"Mrs. Ligham? 318?" You looked at him, waiting for his reply.

"What did she say?" He asked you.

"She... She says you're not what you seem.." König subconsciously gritted his teeth as he flexed his jaw.

People were onto him already?

"And why would that bother you?" He asked you defensively, and you shook your head.

"It doesn't!"

"You're upset. Why would you be upset if it didn't bother you?" He sighed and scooted closer to you, wrapping a comforting arm around your waist.

"Hase, Mrs. Ligham is a nosy old woman." He explained, "She doesn't know anything."

"But-"

"No buts. She doesn't know a thing." He pulled you into his lap before you could even protest. Alas, you never really initiated the act but you never really objected it neither.

The atmosphere was awkward as you were lost in your thoughts, contemplating his words.

"...You're right. You're like a father to me and that's all I care about." You finally said, giving König a small smile which prompted the older man to smile back in relief.

“Good. Don’t let others ruin your happiness, okay? You know I care about you a lot, liebling,” He rubbed comforting circles onto your back.

“I know, König.. Thank you, you always know what to say.” You snuggled closer to him.

The two of you shared a moment of comfort together before König broke the silence.

"Then, how are you feeling now, liebling?" He asked.

"Fine." You answered.

"I've been worried about you. You haven't been yourself lately." He told you.

"I'm fine now." You assured as you snuggled up against his chest.

"Good. I'm glad, hase,”

"Me too." You smiled, and König hugged you closer.

"Would you like to stay the night?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Movie night and takeout again?" You asked.

"Of course." He agreed, "Anything you want, hase."

"You always take such good care of me, König.." You smiled.

"You deserve it." The older man hummed and pulled you close, hugging you tightly and enjoying the warmth.

"Mm, I love your hugs.." You giggled and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

———

König loved how gullible and trusting you were, and he was grateful for it.

No matter how many times you woke up with a crusty sheen covering your pussy or how mysterious bite marks would show up on your thighs, you were blind to it all, always brushing off the signs and continuing on with life.

Sometimes, when you were sleeping, König would snap pictures of your naked form, or take pictures of his cock buried in your tight heat. His collection easily had over two hundred pictures, and he could have probably added another hundred or so if he really wanted to.

"M'sleepy..." You mumbled out, dizzy from the alcohol.

Of course, it was spiked. Courtesy of your beloved König as always~

"Let's get you to bed, then." He purred and picked you up, carrying you bridal style to his room.

König placed you on the bed, your cute sundress that you wore to class earlier already halfway off as he stripped the rest of the way.

"Mmm... König.." You purred and rolled over onto your back, reaching your arms out towards him, not even realizing that you were naked in his presence.

"Come here.." You giggled.

"Patience, liebling." He hummed and grabbed his phone, snapping a picture of your naked form.

"Look at you.." He cooed, and you blushed.

"I'm sleepy.." You pouted, and he chuckled.

"Not too sleepy, I hope.." He purred, and you rolled over onto your stomach.

"Mmm... You always smell so good, König..." You purred, your legs squirming slightly as you tried to keep yourself awake.

"Thanks for always looking out for me.." You smiled sleepily at him before nodding off.

König couldn't help the smile on his lips as he watched you fall asleep, his cock twitching in anticipation.

"You're welcome, liebling." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your neck. His thick fingers already working on lightly pinching and pulling your sensitive nipples.

"Mmm.." You sighed happily, shifting slightly and leaning into his touch.

"So perfect.." He moaned and leaned in, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

"So beautiful."

You were so out of it and sleepy that König knew he could have done just about anything to you and you wouldn't have woken up.

And that was the most exciting part.

"Mmm.. So tired.." You mumbled, and König kissed down your spine, his gloved hands rubbing at your sides.

"Rest, liebling." He soothed.

"You'll need the energy for later." He unbuckled his belt, his pants coming down quickly and his cock already rock hard.

Your head lolled to the side as you slowly drifted off, König moving his gloved hand down between your thighs and pushing them apart.

"So perfect, hase.." He growled softly, "Always keeping this pussy pretty for me.."

König slid his finger over your wet slit, making you moan in your sleep.

"You're soaking wet.." He chuckled and slipped his middle finger inside of you, pumping it in and out.

"You must be dreaming about me.."

You shifted and sighed in content, your pussy clenching around his finger as he added another one.

"Or maybe someone else."

König's fingers worked in and out of your tight heat, making you whimper softly in your sleep.

"Not sure I like the idea of that, hase.." He hummed, "Maybe we should take care of that."

König pumped his fingers faster, his thumb rubbing at your clit, and you whined and moaned in your sleep, your body trembling.

"Go on, hase. Cum for me." He ordered, and you moaned softly.

“Mmm.. K-Kö.. Ah! König~” König smirked. Now you’re definitely dreaming about him.

"You can do it, mein hase."

A soft cry escaped you as your orgasm washed over you, your back arching and hips rolling into his hand.

"There we go.." He smirked, "See? Isn't that much better?"

He pulled his fingers from your heat, sucking on them.

"Delicious as always, hase~”

König lined his cock up with your entrance, his fingers still in his mouth, and pushed into you.

"Fuck, so tight.." He groaned.

König's large hands were quick to grip your hips as he started thrusting, his cock pounding into you slowly.

"Mm... Fuck, hase.." He moaned.

His pace was slow and deep, and you whimpered each time he pushed inside.

"I'm going to fill you up so well, liebling." He promised.

"Such a pretty pussy."

Your body trembled in your sleep, and König moaned as he felt you clench around him.

"So warm.." He groaned and kept thrusting, his hand moving to rub your throbbing clit.

"Mmm, come on, hase.."

His thrusts became faster and deeper, and you gasped in pleasure, moaning as his cock slammed into you.

"So good, mein Y/N. Your body remembers me, hm? That's a good girl.." He praised.

"Fuck.." König's hands gripped your hips as he continued to fuck you, his cock sliding in and out of you easily.

"You're mine, liebling. You just don't know it yet..”

You whimpered and moaned softly in your sleep, your pussy clenching and fluttering around his thick length.

“But that’s okay~ Your König is more than happy to convince your body that you’re mine. It’ll be easier in the long run this way afterall, right mein liebling?” He chuckled as you clenched around his cock at his question- As if subconsciously responding to him.

“Good girl.. Even your body knows you want this~” He kept on pounding your pussy, burying every inch of his fat cock in your tiny abused pussy.

Dreaming of him in your vulnerable state, your body could only take thrust after thrust as he sped up his movements to chase his end.

"Just a little more.." He panted.

König fucked you harder and faster, his cock slamming into you and stretching your walls. Your tits bounced each time his hips collided with yours, and he couldn't help but lean down and bite your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin.

"Mine.." He growled and slammed into you once more, cumming deep inside of you.

"My little hase.." He grunted as he slowly pulled out.

"So good, liebling.."

He pulled his cock from you, letting his cum dribble out of you and onto the sheets.

"So pretty.." His fingers gently pried open your red and abused hole.

"Look at you, mein liebling. All filled up and dripping with my seed~"

König licked his lips and reached for his camera by the bedside, snapping a picture of your leaking pussy.

"My beautiful hase." He sighed dreamily and took a couple more photos, making sure to get a good shot of his cum oozing out of your hole.

"You'll definitely feel this tomorrow, won't you, hase?" He mused and gently rubbed your swollen pussy.

"I think you’ll need some extra attention tomorrow, hm?" A sadistic smirk formed on his lips as he playfully tugged your abused clit one last time.

You whimpered and moaned in your sleep, and König moved a little, his hand moving to caress your soft flesh as he pulled your clothes back on, patting your filled cunt for good measure once your panties were back on.

"Well, you can whine about it tomorrow, hase. You know your König will be here to take care of you." He chuckled and got up, cleaning himself up before pulling his own pants on.

"Sweet dreams, liebling."

He kissed your cheek and laid down next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"My sweet engel~"

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[vanishingcherry]

BIRTHDAY BOY

pairing: ollie bearman x reader

words: 1.2k

a/n: a (late) birthday post for our favourite species of bear. i have a week's break before my next final, so heres a little something. the gift's kinda stupid just ignore it i couldn't think of anything else.

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University had kept you busy with finals, which meant constant studying till, finally, they were over. Ollie was nothing but supportive, calling to check up on you and sending reassuring messages. He had even managed to convince a friend to drop off a bouquet of flowers on his behalf on the day of your final test, along with a handwritten note that ended up alongside all the other in your mini collection.

Originally your plan was to fly to Baku the night they ended, making it in time to see the sprint and feature races. However, Ollie had insisted you stay home instead. He had wanted you to celebrate the end of finals with your friends, partying in clubs rather than sitting on a 7 hour flight.

So you did, after much persistence on his part.

His weekend in Baku had been amazing. For the first time in the history of F2, a driver had gotten P1 in everything. Absolutely everything!

You had called him the moment the feature race ended, jumping up and down your dorm room in delight, congratulating him over and over. Just minutes before you had been watching the livestream, watching him get drenched in champagne, gleaming as he celebrated his well deserved win.

He sat there for almost half an hour, just speaking to you, forgetting about everything except how animatedly you were talking.

"AND THEN- when everyone crashed at the restart it was so scary but I'm so glad you managed to get through."

"Yeah, it was a bit of a battle with Fred for P1 but I managed."

"You did, baby, and I was so happy. My roommate is definitely annoyed with me now, she was working and she said I almost gave her a heart attack."

He only ended the call when the team started packing up, realising he was still wearing his champagne covered fireproofs. Still, he called you the moment he was in the hotel, the both of you talking and enjoying each other's presence for hours.

Before saying goodnight, he said to you that he would see you after his trip to Malta, when he would be coming back to England for a week following his birthday. You nodded, trying not to smirk and give it away. It always was really hard for you to keep secrets.

You were going to be taking a flight to Malta to surprise him. You knew you wanted to see him for his birthday. There was no way you were going to miss the big 1-8. Ollie was always amazing to you, giving you gifts and surprises, this was your chance to do the same for him.

Which is what led to right now, you sitting in a plane as it flew to the small island nation of Malta.

After landing, you directed the taxi to the hotel he was staying at, antsy and excited to finally see him again. With you busy studying and him busy racing, it had been weeks since you had seen each other in person.

You had already talked to his sponsor, whose headquarter he was visiting, and they had agreed to bring him back to the hotel for a few hours so you could surprise him.

After getting they key from reception, you head up to his room, taking out the gift you had packed in your suitcase and placing it on the table. You then sat on the bed, waiting for him to come back.

Not 5 minutes later, you heard the lock click.

His eyes widen when he walks in. Seeing that, you give him a shy smile, that breaks out into a larger one when he runs over to hug you.

HIs arms wrap around you completely, holding you tight to his body. You reciprocate, tucking your face into his neck as he whispers.

"I can't believe you're here."

"Happy birthday, my love." you whisper back, gently squeezing his waist. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

You look up and him when he pulls away, both your eyes sparkling at the sight of one another. He lets out a small laugh, still trying to comprehend the fact that you were actually there before engulfing you with another hug.

Grateful as he was to be in Malta for his birthday, he was slightly disappointed that he wouldn't get to celebrate with his close friends and family, especially since 18 was a huge milestone. Now that you were here, all those thoughts vanished without a trace.

The two of you spend the next few minutes catching up. Him asking you about your exams and you asking him about Baku.

"You can finally drink the champagne next time you win a race." You say to him, after explaining what happened in your English exam.

"I do drink the champagne, just not in front of the cameras."

"Fine. You can finally legally drink the champagne. Oh that reminds me-"

You pick up the gift from the table, handing it to him with a bashful smile. He takes the box from your hands.

"Darling, you didn't have to get me anything."

"Oh this isn't your only gift, the rest are at home." you reply. "I could only fit one in the suitcase."

"Fine, but don't complain when I get you a bunch of gifts for your birthday." he says as he unwraps the paper. Opening the flaps, he lets out a small gasp when he sees whats inside.

A small stuffed bear, holding a crocheted bottle of champagne. You look at him, waiting for a response. Although you had found thousands of bears in the shop, not one was holding a bottle of champagne. Which is why, during study breaks, you managed to crochet together a small bottle. It was by no means perfect, but it was the best you could do.

"I love it! Oh my god its perfect. I love y- it so much!" he exclaims, smoothly getting past the slight stutter.

You blushed at the comment. "I know the bottle isn't that great, but it's the best I could do."

"Its perfect, you're perfect. Thank you so much, my love."

Although he already had a growing collection of bear memorabilia, he knew immediately that this would be his favourite forever. Unless of course you decided to contribute even more, in which case everything you gifted him would hold the spot of P1.

He gets up, placing it on top of his open suitcase. "I'll take it everywhere with me." he promises.

The two of you are interrupted by a knock on the door, and a voice calling out saying that it was time for lunch.

Grabbing your hand, he leads you out, but not before quietly murmuring to you. "You've made this the best birthday ever."

Smiling in response, you get in the elevator, standing next to him, the both of you heading out to find a restaurant.

"Now tell me, why is it that you do amazing the weekend I'm not in the paddock?"

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yourusername happy birthday to the cutest guy i know ❤️

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[mrsmikaelsxn]

Summertime Sunsets

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pairing: cedric diggory x female reader

warnings: just fluff

summary: you had been staying at your boyfriend cedric's house over the summer, and he takes you on a picnic to watch the sunset

a/n: i didn't know what to write for cedric lmao

song: sunsetz - cigarettes after sex

"Hello, darling," Cedric greets you as he walks over you where you were reading on the couch.

"Hi, Ced!"

He had gone out for something for a few minutes and his parents were running errands.

"How's the book?"

"Oh, it's wonderful! It's so beautifully written," you inform him.

"I'm glad, I'm also sorry to put a pause on your reading," he says as he takes the book from your hands, marks the page, and places it down.

His takes your hands in his and pulls you off of the seat.

"What are we doing?"

"You'll see, sweetheart," he smiles.

"Hm, okay," you shrug and grin at his excited state.

He pulls you outside by the garden and you follow him as you walk up a hill.

"Jeez, Ced, you should have told me we were gonna work out," you laugh.

"Don't worry, angel, we are almost there"

You finally make it to the top and you see a small field surrounded by flowers with a basket and snacks set up in the middle. The sun was setting and the sky was painted with colors that make is look unreal.

"Oh, wow, Cedric this is beautiful!"

"Hm, almost as beautiful as you," he winks. Your cheeks heat up, even though you've been dating for over a year, he still has that effect on you.

"Honestly, this is perfect. Thank you," you smile and sit with him on the blanket.

"No need to thank me, love"

"You have got all of my favorites," you could have cried.

"I had to have the favorites for my favorite person," he passes you a bouquet with flowers he hand picked and arranged.

"Cedric, you are too good to me"

"Only because you deserve the world, my love"

You were sat in between his legs as you rest your back on his chest. He cast a spell to play some quiet music in the back, he knows how you prefer to do things with music or some type of background noise.

You both were eating some strawberries as you watched the sunset and talked.

Your boyfriend was truly perfect.

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