#and she said she hopes her daughter turns out like me 🥺🥺

[becca-e-barnes]

Hiii I have nothing to do at work so of course I have to day dream about different dark!Bucky scenarios (I do not condone cheating but this is really hot to me aaaa)😩 like imagine your husband and Bucky have always had an ongoing rivalry, They worked together, went to college together, hated every ounce of each other. One night you’re at the bar with your friends when Bucky comes over to you and buys you drink after drink after drink, taking you back to his house. He’s throwing you on his bed and ripping your clothes off, kissing you hungrily. “Get ready baby, this is gonna be much tougher than you’re used to.” “Please.” “Yeah? Is he not satisfying you baby? This pretty pussy deserves to be treated right, luckily I’m here now.” He’s so rough with you, fucking you harshly, the dirty talking is driving you crazy. He’s so cocky and cruel, bending you in several different positions and pounding into you for hours. If only you had seen the camera… (part 2??? Bucky making your husband watch the video 😭) -💒

This, a thousand times over 😵‍💫 and I can just imagine throwing all the stuff at him that you wouldn't dream of doing with your husband. Maybe your husband really doesn't let you explore your fantasies and if you've got one chance to do that, you're determined to take it.

Especially if Bucky is quite a bit rougher than you're used to while still being so respectful. He got the impression that you're not being fucked how you want to be and he wants to give you everything you dream of when you touch yourself. He's not necessarily rough with you because he wants to be. He's rough because that's what you want.

If he's feeling extra filthy too, he'd fuck you in the bed you share with your husband. You're on your hands and knees on the bed, presenting your glistening pussy to him, enjoying the sensation of him smearing your arousal over the tip of his cock.

"Fuck, do you know how bad I want this?" He hums quietly, trailing his leaking tip over your slick folds. "Do you know how badly I want to press inside you? You've made such a mess. Bet you feel like fuckin' Heaven and he doesn't even appreciate it."

With his free hand, Bucky grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing just enough that you feel it hurt.

"Don't want to rush this though." His tip lines up with your entrance, teasing the little fluttering hole and God, you're desperate. "I want to take my time. Want to make sure every time your head hits this pillow, you remember how it feels to have every. Last. Inch of me slip inside you."

You can't have him wait any longer though so you press your hips back onto him, feeling just the tip slide into you. "Good girl, that's it. Fuck yourself on me. You need this, don't you? You need to be fucked right for a change."

He's not wrong. You couldn't stop now, even if you wanted to so you keep going, taking all of him. The weight of him inside you is delightful.

"Oh God, you're perfect. You feel like you were made for me." He doesn't dare move. Instead, he takes a second to just enjoy the wet heat of your body and the snug fit of you around his cock.

"You are. A fucking. Dream." He tests the water with a few shallow thrusts, rutting his tip against the sweet spot inside you. You're so wet, you're convinced you must be dripping onto the sheets and your eyes roll back in your head at the very thought.

This is how sex is supposed to feel. You didn't think you could crave anyone the way you do now. "Buck, please." You whimper, rolling your hips back against him, pressing him as deep inside you as possible. "Don't be gentle."

You hear him groan and feel his fingertips trail down your spine, making you arch your back into the bed. "Is that what you need, sweetheart? Can tell just by looking at you that you need it hard and fast and rough tonight. I'll be gentle with you tomorrow morning, I promise. Gotta work some of that tension out of you first. Bet you haven't cum in months."

You don't like that he can tell so easily but you're not surprised either. The first sharp thrust knocks the air from your lungs but all you hear is a pathetic sob, followed by the crack of a hard spank to your ass and the blossoming, stinging pain he's inflicted.

You're not surprised that it only makes you wetter.

#asks answered <3 #💒 anon #becca writes spice #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes smut #I've got no words for what I've just written #I think I made myself dizzy #I want to give this like nine more parts eughhhhhh #and I think I'll definitely give it at least one more #tw: cheating #there's nothing I love more than finding someone you just click with #I usually stick with the same hairdresser #but my hair was sitting weird and I was desperate to get it cut so I went to a different stylist at the same place I usually go to #and we just vibed #she's the coolest #within half an hour we were planning how she's gonna tell the new man she's seeing that she's starting her first round of IVF #We talked the entire 3 hours I was there #and she said she hopes her daughter turns out like me 🥺🥺 #like no girl I swear you don't #but that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said

[russellsppttemplates]

I know it’s very early but dad!Lando with a baby girl 🥺

Note: think of this as a sneak peak 🤭 also, this is my first Lando blurb, I hope I did well!!

Tw: postpartum, breastfeeding

"Oh, what a big stretch that one was, little one", Lando cooed at your daughter as he picked her up from her bassinet. She had just woken up from her nap, meaning he would change her diaper, feed her and have some cuddles while he took care of dinner. You had been home from the hospital for eight days now, and the routine had settled in nicely. Lando wanted to be involved as much as possible so he would often be in charge of dinner while you put Matilda to sleep and he had barely let you be the one to change her diapers as he wanted you to rest as much as possible, even when you said you could do it sitting down with a protective matt on the bed.

"You're going to be all clean, let daddy just wipe around here an- oh", he stopped his ministrations. As he wiped the skin on her lower belly, the remnants of her cord falling and sticking to the wipe, "well, that's happened now, so let's get you dressed so we can tell mummy the news. How does that sound?", he said as he grabbed a new diaper, holding her legs gently as he fastened it and put her pants back on.

"Do you think mummy's awake? You did keep us up a bit last night, but let's see. Look, she's awake", Lando said as he walked in the living room, seeing you fold some laundry, "mummy has found the basket I forgot to take to the office so she wouldn't see it", your husband blushed as you shook your head, "I can do this perfectly fine, love", you showed him, exaggerating your movements and folding techniques.

"What was it you wanted to tell me?", you asked as he sat next to you, helping you push the laundry basket to the side so you could feed your daughter, "Matilda's cord fell when I was changing her diaper", Lando said as you pouted, "That's a big milestone, baby girl! And it also means you get to have your first bath, I bet your bum will be thankful, too", you giggled at your little girl.

"The skin is a bit stained yellow, yes. We could do that tonight while dinner cooks. I can take one of mum's casseroles out of the freezer because I honestly don't feel like cooking from scratch today", he admitted, kissing your naked shoulder and looking down at your daughter, happily suckling on your nipple.

When she woke up again and Lando had just turned on the oven, you made your way upstairs to the ensuite, Lando making a stop in the nursery to grab a change of clothes for Matilda and her bath products, "sitting is fine, but kneeling down will be harder for me", you said as you cuddled your daughter's naked body against your chest, covering her with a towell for the time being.

"Why don't you get in with her, hm?", your husband whispered, looking for any sign of uneasiness and finding only comfort and acceptance as he pulled your pants down along with the disposable underwear, kissing your thighs sweetly before coming back up and helping you undo your shirt, making sure Matilda was secure as he stripped your torso of your clothing, "here, I'll hold her so you can get in", he nudged, holding the baby as you stepped inside the tub.

Once you were comfortable, he placed Matilda back against your chest, the baby cursing up against your skin, "it's okay, my love", you kissed the top of her head as Lando checked the water temperature, filling the tub enough for you to not feel cold either and grabbing the small bowl and flannel cloth so he could wet it and run it on your daughter's back, gently extending it to her limbs and her tummy, "do you like that, baby girl? It's warm and nice, smells good, too", he cooed, seeing her react to his voice as she looked around for him.

Placing the warm flannel cloth, Lando muttered "I'll be back in a second" before he got up and you could hear him looking for something in the bedroom, coming back to the bathroom with his camera, "I want to have this memory saved forever", he smiled, turning on the camera as he captured the moment.

Even though you were naked after having given birth to your baby just a few days before, you never felt more comfortable as Lando snapped pictures, kissing your cheek and Matilda's head as he found the angles he wanted.

"C'mon, little one", he said as he set the camera by the sink, "let's get you dressed", opening her towell and wrapping it around her, her embroidered name on the hood making her look deliciously cute as he set her on your shared bed, coming back to the bathroom to help you out too, "gorgeous, mummy, breathtakingly gorgeous", he complimented, kissing your lips before you out on your robe, walking to the bedroom.

Lando dried her body, putting on her diaper as you rubbed the lotion on her skin, kissing each of her fingers and smiling at your husband's attentiveness to her. Seeing the love of your life tending to your daughter was a sight to behold indeed.

"Don't you and mummy look cute in your pyjamas, Matilda?", he said as you buttoned your shirt, noticing the unintentionally matching clothes, the striped material on your shirt matching the giraffe on Matilda's bodysuit, "yes, you do! Yes, you do! C'mon, daddy gets to have cuddles with you while me and mummy have dinner", he cooed, grabbing the sling and walking downstairs with you, ready for another night in with his favourite girls.

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

#lando norris blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

[theemporium]

🧸 your baby refuses to sleep until Charles sings to her 🥺

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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Every single person who had met Manon Leclerc knew she was practically an angel when it came to babies.

Even as a newborn, she was hardly ever fussy. She didn’t wake up in the middle of the night to cry a lot. She was good with new people, despite so many people warning you that it might not be the case. She was one of the happiest and giggliest babies you could have ever asked for. 

However, things changed when Manon turned nine months old. 

It was like something had flipped in her. You weren’t sure if it was because she was more aware of her surroundings, or maybe it was just a bad phase you were hoping she would grow out of. But it seemed like once she started crying, there was very little that could actually calm her down. 

The worst part had been that Charles had been away for most of the month on a triple header, which left you exhausted and stressed and frazzled after dealing with a non-stop crying baby for the last three weeks. You were drained. You felt guilty for not being able to even help your own daughter. And you just wanted to cry. 

When Charles finally returned home, he was eager to finally see his girls. He knew the last few weeks had been rough on you and Manon, and he was happy he could finally be there for you both. 

However, instead of coming home to his two girls curled up on the armchair in the living room like he was used to, he was instead welcomed home by shrieks and cries and frazzled whispers. 

Charles dropped his bags by the door before he quickly rushed towards the nursery. He stopped at the door, taking in the sight of both his girls crying. Manon was inconsolable, crying and screaming in your arms, while you just looked like you were seconds away from giving up. Your eyes were red and glossy, your cheeks looked puffy and wet, and he hated how broken you looked.

“Oh, mes amours,” he murmured before he closed the distance between you. Without even saying anything, he took the crying baby from your arms, wincing a little at how loud such a small pair of lungs could be. “Shhh, it’s okay. It’s okay, Dada’s here.” 

“She won’t stop,” you sniffled, the heels of your palms pressed against your eyes. “I’ve tried everything, but I just can’t—” 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s fine. You did everything you could,” he murmured as he wrapped the arm that wasn’t holding Manon around you. He pressed his lips against your forehead. “You go lie down, I’ll put her to sleep.” 

You sighed. “Charles, you just came home—”

“And you’ve been dealing with her for the last three weeks,” he said with a sad smile. “Let me do it, okay?” 

You nodded, wiping your hands over your face before you shuffled out of the nursery. 

Charles turned his attention down to his crying daughter, his chest clenching at the clear distress on her face. He slowly began to rock her in his arms, pacing around the nursery as he tried to calm her down. But just like you said, nothing was working.

“Do you want some music, hm? You love music, baby,” he murmured softly as he reached for his phone, randomly pressing play on whatever he was listening to. 

His cheeks instantly burned when he realised it was his own song. 

“Ah, we don’t need to listen to Dada,” he murmured as he reached for his phone that was now resting on the chest of drawers. 

Only, he quickly fell short when he realised her crying was beginning to slow down. 

“Ah,” he sighed, and he couldn’t help himself as a massive grin grew on his face. “You like Dada’s music, hm? Did you miss me, sweet girl?” 

He didn’t even notice he had begun humming as he paced around the nursery, watching the way her cries came to a stop and eventually her big eyes started to slowly fall shut. He knew he should’ve put her down, but he didn’t have the heart to do as much. 

“How did you get her to stop?” 

Charles lifted his head, giving you a soft smile as you leaned against the doorway. “She’s a daddy’s girl, clearly just missed me.” 

You huffed out a small laugh. “I should have known.” 

“I’m sorry you have had to do this alone,” Charles murmured but you just shook your head.

“You’re here now,” you said. “That’s what matters.”

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#cece's slumblurb party #charles leclerc #formula one #f1 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc one shot #formula one x reader #formula one x you #formula one x y/n #formula one fic #formula one one shot #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 fic #f1 one shot

[yoursjaeyun]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Endless Love - LHS.

⋆ PART ONE > FIRST DAY l { NEXT } { MASTERLIST }

pairing: husband! dad!heeseung x f!reader

genre. pure fluff, smut, suggestive.

warnings. smut (minors strictly dni), unprotected sex (both receiving), boob sucking, explicit language, overuse of nicknames (such as princess, baby, baby girl etc), heavy dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy. but most of it are just fluff. please tell me if i need to add more.

a/n. this is my first time writing dad!hee shbejshs and i genuinely hope you guys like it 🤍 and tbh, i’m kinda proud of it hehe. i think this is the longest i’ve ever written before, i stayed up till 3am just to finish all of this lol it was worth it tho. i wanted to say thanks to @heetro and @excusememissiloveyou for helping me with some things, i love yall sm 🥺

"wake up sweetheart, you have school." you whisper, trying to wake your daughter up from bed as she half asleep in your arm, not letting go of the sheets.

“i don’t want to go mommy,” she whines.

“we can get ice cream after, how does that sound, baby?” a big smile plasters on her face as she excitingly gets out of bed.

you follow her out the door, seeing your husband sitting at the counter drinking his everyday coffee. heeseung spreads his arms out as his daughter came running into his embrace, smiling at the heartwarming sight.

“my princess has woken up, hm?” he said, kissing her forehead. “are you ready for school?” she shakes her head while pouting, he laughs at her adorableness.

heeseung places her on the seat beside him, waiting for whatever you were making for breakfast. “what do you want with your pancakes sweetie?” you asked, “mangos!” she yells in excitement.

you sat beside her while getting the cutting board ready. watching your every move as you slowly cut up the mango bit by bit to not get hurt.

she takes a piece, struggling to put it in her mouth. “sweetheart, thats too big, it’ll get messy. here, i’ll cut it up a bit more.” you caught heeseung smirking as you looked up, trying to hold back your laugh.

“shut it.” you mouthed, continuing to feed your daughter.

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“all ready?” heeseung smiles as his daughter’s tiny hand holds his finger, dangling the car keys while getting ready to get out of the door.

“alright, just tell your teacher if anything bad happens, okay?” bending down to tidy up her dress, sighing after.

“she’ll be fine, baby. i doubt anything is going to happen.” he reassured you. “it’s her second day, i don’t know why i’m worried.” you pout, crossing your arms, heeseung smiles at how much you represent her.

“she’s a strong girl, and you are too.” slightly leaning down to kiss your temple, feeling more relaxed at his words.

“daddy, lets go!” she whined, pulling on his hand. “i’ll be back in a bit, love.” kissing your temple once again before you went to hug her to say goodbye.

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“did she go off well?” your eyes still glued on the food that you were making for later.

“she did,” he smiled softly, “and she had already made great friends.” putting the keys elsewhere before placing a peck on your lips.

“that’s good,” you exhaled in relief. “what are you making?” he asks, now towering you with his height from behind as you were mixing the subsistence. “haeun’s favourite.”

“and you’re not making my favourite?” putting his chin on your shoulder as he began to pout. slightly pushing him away while laughing. “i’ll make yours after this.” turning your head around to face him, looking down at his lips, having the urge to just kiss him right then and there, but you just gave him a small peck on the lips instead.

“i’m making her something warm after we get ice cream later.”

“i have such a good wife.” he complimented you, smiling from cheek to cheek. heeseung wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting your head on his nape while melting into his touch as you both rocked side to side, placing your hands onto his.

“you’re so pretty.” complimenting you once again. gently hitting his arm, knowing you always loved his compliments. “what? am i not allowed to love you?” he laughs.

“don’t you have a meeting to take care of today?” you ask, “i called in ‘sick’, just so i can be with both of my princesses.”

“gosh, you’re so annoying.” you giggled. his aroma and warm touch making you feel more calm in his arms.

—

the first time the two of you met was at a café, you both worked there. heeseung would always stare at you, and you’d do the same but you were always too shy to do so. he’d help you with making drinks, the desserts, and almost everything. you wanted to reach out to him first, maybe even ask him to go out. but he took over. which you were so happy about because it took you over a week to even try to say ‘hi’.

you never intended for him to help you with your financial problems, but he did anyway. which you felt so bad for because you didn’t want to look like you were in there for the money. and you weren’t, you’ve always loved him, for him. and he did the same to you. look at the both of you now with a child together, while he’s the CEO of a famous company, and you own the biggest restaurant in town. along with a little café you and heeseung made before getting married, and before the pregnancy.

—

heeseung slowly slips his hands into your shirt, the cold feeling made you sigh deeply, you knew what he was going to do but you wanted to stay busy, but you have to admit, you were needy too. he began to play with your throbbing breasts, feeling yourself already soaked. “..heeseung, i’m still cooking-” he starts to place wet kisses on your neck, possibly hickeys.

he smirks, turning off the stove before lifting you up and placing you on the counter, making you yelp in surprise. admiring each other for a bit by the way he was staring at your lips while biting his own, you knew he was desperate, desperate.

it wasn’t long till your hands cupped his face as you smashed your lips onto his.

the kiss was messy, but passionate. the butterflies in your stomach went crazy. heeseungs hold on your waist tightened, helping you stabilise yourself to not lean back too much.

his plump lips working with yours, your saliva and his mixed, running down your chin, you hummed in his mouth as his hands goes under your shirt once again, roaming around your soft skin, reaching up to your back to unclasp your bra.

“heeseung..” you mumbled in between kisses, quickly breaking the kiss to lift up your shirt, throwing it to the side. and then continuing the love session.

after several moments, he grabs one pair to level it to his mouth, leaning back to give him more space. “look at what you do to me, darling.” he flattens his tongue on one nipple, swirling it around along with his saliva to work it easy. you threw your head back from the pleasure as his free hand decides to play with the other boob.

“if i suck hard enough, will your milk come out?” being the jokester he is, he asks absolutely out of nowhere. “it won’t unless you want me pregnant again. stop playing around and fuck me already.”

“bold now, are we? watch me make that happen, love.” he smirks while biting his bottom lip, rushing to unzip his jeans then taking off his boxers that his bulge was sticking out from. and while doing that, you take off your panties, sliding it off your legs to the floor. the sight of his hardened dick spring out onto his abdomen already made you dizzy.

you spread your legs out a bit further to give him space, “you’re soaked, princess.” his fingers running through your wet folds making you shiver and whine into the crook of his neck as he went closer to you, lining it up in front of your entrance, pumping it a few times first. “hee, ‘need you..” you muttered.

“i’ll make you feel good baby.” placing a kiss on your temple before pushing himself into you, your hold around his neck began to stiffen as your eyes were shut closed from how big he was.

“go faster..” you whispered under your breath, and he did. increasing his speed on every thrust he makes, your eyes easily getting hazier each time. “fuck— you’re so fucking tight.”

his grip on your waist tightened, your moans and whimpers became louder on every movement, his groans against your ear, the kitchen was filled with loud wet sounds of skin slapping echoed in the kitchen, too bothered to even think about anything else.

“shit..” he was now balls deep inside, pulling in and out of you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the immense pleasure with your mouth agape.

“look at you, all fucked up because of my cock. you like that, don’t you? how desperate and needy you are to carry my kids.” every filthy word he spits out making you hazy, your face turned into the most obscene expression, close to reaching your high even. but you wanted to hold back.

“fuck— yes, god fucking yes.” you moaned, “oh i’ll put a baby in you alright.” his rough thrusts increased, hitting the right spots inside you as you let out the most angelic moans against his ear, squirming under him while he tries keeping you to stay still with his hard grip on your skin.

you whine and moan with every movement of his hips, and you had no energy left, letting heeseung take over, knowing you were close as you clenched hard around him. he fastened his speed, feeling him twitch inside you, signalling he was close too.

“taking my cock like a good fucking wife you are,”

“you’re so sexy, you know that?” biting his lip while smirking— god that smirk always gets you turned on. and you still wanted to hold it, sweat was running down the side of your face as you became weaker and weaker, his thrusts and movements became more sloppier. doubting you’d even be able to walk after. “hee.. i- i’m close,” you stuttered, too tired to even talk properly.

“you can cum, sweetheart.” giving you permission, your moans and whimpers became louder, at least for your neighbours to hear. “shit- heeseung!” and you came undone all over his length.

“fucking hell—” he groaned, a heavy moan elicited out of your mouth as heeseung grabbed your naked ass hard while painting your velvety walls white with his seed. you could feel his juices mixed with yours running down your thigh.

he had no intention on pulling out, instead he picked you up to go to the bathroom to clean up as you clinged onto him with the small amount of energy you have left, he was strong enough to hold onto you tighter.

your heavy breathing quietened down bit by bit, heeseung grabbing clean clothes before helping you wipe yourself. “you okay?” he asks concerned, answering him with a quiet hum. he had never seen you this tired before whenever the two of you have sex, now feeling bad and becoming guilty.

“i’m sorry if i went too hard on you,” he apologised, he stopped his doings and stared at you worriedly. a soft chuckle left your lips as you then placed a peck on his.

“i’m okay, hee.” you finally spoke, heeseung exhaling with a ‘phew’ in relief. “are you sure you’re okay with this?” continuing to help you clean up.

you nodded without hesitation. “i’m okay with it if you are. i don’t want to put you into more stress..” he looks down in slight guilt, still thinking if he ever went too hard on you. “you aren’t. and yes i’m okay with it. i trust you, okay? even with stress, i know you’re always there for me, especially since you’ve been with me through it all, and with haeun.” a bigger smile grew on his face towards your warmhearted words. realising how much he appreciated having you in his life with your daughter together.

“i love you, so much. maybe too much. way too much. but i love you forever-”

“just shut up and kiss me.” you laughed before pulling him into another deep, passionate kiss, his arms circled around your waist, pulling you in tighter, reminiscing the moment.

“i love you too, always, till the end, forever.” forehead to forehead while in deep, sweet, eye contact.

almost forgetting he’s still inside you.

“can’t believe you forgot you’re still balls deep inside me.” you giggled. “shit- i’m sorry—”

“no, lets stay like this for a while.” you say, stopping him from pulling out, hugging him firmly as he does the same to your waist, processing the generous moment.

“i hear a second round coming..” he teased, you hit him on the chest as the room was filled with laughter. “i’m kidding, don’t worry.” he smiles reassuringly, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“i think i’d like that.” you smirked, “a horny wife now, aren’t you?” you let out a ‘tsk’ before he dominated your lips with his once again, ending the morning with you screaming his name on your shared bed.

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after a few rounds.. yes, a few rounds. you were too worn out and exhausted, heeseung insisted on taking a rest for a while, since haeun finishes in a couple of hours.

but you had already slept, heeseung doing the same too. you swore you couldn’t even walk or stand up properly after all of that. you woke up with heeseung’s arm around your stomach while the both of you were completely naked under the covers, then immediately checking the time.

2:50

ten minutes left till haeun gets out, relieved that you weren’t late. quickly getting up to rushingly put on clothes to get ready, almost falling over from how sore your legs were. “baby?” his raspy voice awoken.

“we have to pick up haeun. get up, love.”

without saying anything else he also gets ready, laughing at the way he fell while getting out of bed. “your fault for fucking me out too much.” you chuckle, fixing your hair up into a neat bun with a claw clip.

“it was worth it anyway.” he winked, cringing at the sight. still thinking it was cute though. “okay, get dressed, i don’t want haeun to wait for too long.”

“yes ma’am.” he obeyed, doing the soldier gesture. letting out a ‘tch’ about how he was just ruing you two hours ago — now he’s acting like the bambi he is.

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you saw haeun waiting patiently outside the gate of the daycare with her hands grabbing onto the straps of her little bag on the sides, waving your arm to get her attention.

noticing you, she instantly ran to you happily. your arms spreaded out ready for a big hug. “mommy!” she screams, waddling to you. “my baby!” the second she reached your embrace, she peppered you with the smallest kisses ever, giggling at how adorable she was.

“how was your day sweetheart?” holding her tiny hand to walk back to the car. “i loved it! i have many, many friends now!” she giggled, “is that so?” she nodded, “well, i’m happy for you, darling.” you smiled softly.

heeseung popped out from the back, haeun instantly running into his arms. “daddy! i missed you!”

“i missed you too, princess,” he grinned, showering her with kisses everywhere. “daddy, it tickles.” she giggled, trying to push his face away with her small hands, laughing at the cute sight. “how did you learn to be that strong, missy?” he snickered, softly pinching her chubby cheeks.

“how was your second day?” he asks, bringing her to get buckled up in her seat. “it was good!” her eyes closing from the way she smiles. “what did mommy promise you?”

“ice cream!” she yells, throwing her hands up in the air. he smiles, kissing her forehead, “all buckled up?” she nods confidently. “good girl.”

“you know, you never called me that earlier.” you pout, crossing your arms after buckling your seatbelt.

“tonight, i promise.” he winked, and you smirked, once again cringing at the sight, but he was too hot to be cringe anyway.

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“how’s your ice cream, baby girl?” he asks, feeding the strawberry flavoured ice cream to her. “yummy! and why is mommy walking like that?”

heeseung looked away to hold back from bursting out laughing.. “uhm— mommy fell earlier, but it wasn’t that bad, baby. she’ll get better soon.” tilting his head in reassurance.

“what are you guys talking about?” you talked, sitting down beside them with your plain vanilla cup of ice cream. “nothing at all-”

“daddy said you fell, is that why you’re walking like that?” at least you were strong enough to hold back your laugh, already seeing him quietly laughing on the other side.

“yes i did fall, sweetheart. but i’m okay now, so don’t worry about it,” you beamed, “we’ll talk about it later, honey.”

heeseung laughed again at your death stare,

“i hate you.” you mouthed.

“i love you more.”

YOURSJAEYUN est. 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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[creedslove]

hello mari!!

i hope i won't be asking for too much but can i have some javi p as confused dad girl? (for example reader is with her family in the other state and javi has to take care of his little princesa because she has a cold) i feel like this would make my day better especially when i'm sick (my fever is driving me crazyyy)

Javier Peña x f!reader

A/N: ohhh it's alright baby, I'm sorry it took me a couple of days to get it done 🥺 I hope you're feeling better by then baby, if you aren't just take care of yourself and message me whenever you want 🥺❣️ love you 💞

"¿Qué pasa mariposita?"

• Javi sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed that was way too small for him and watched as his daughter's sad and glossy eyes stared at him after coughing her tiny little heart out

"I don't feel well daddy"

• Analuz pouted as Javi nodded and placed his hand on her forehead, feeling how feverish her skin was and the realization was that his precious mariposita was sick

• when you had to travel for a couple of days and leave town in order to see your family, Javi had the task of taking care of your little toddler and he was sure it would be a weekend full of fun and it was until his sweet baby girl woke up with a nasty cough, fever and a sore throat

• Javi refused to believe it had anything to do with the fact Analuz and himself spent the whole Saturday swimming in the pool and having ice cream, after all, Javier Peña was sure there wasn't such a thing as too much swimming pool and ice cream

• so Javi turns into full dad mode and he's ready to help his beautiful princess; the first thing he does is to go after the tylenol and medicate his sweet princess

• then, he takes her to the couch, wrapped into her favorite warm blanket and puts on whatever she wants to watch: cartoons, disney movies, videos about animals, his princess got it all

• and then Javi had to remember his old Colombian era, in which he was a single man living in a bachelor pad and he had to cook his own meals in order to prepare his beautiful daughter some soup

• and even if it wasn't as good as the ones you often made it, Analuz loved it, because it was her daddy who had prepared it for her and she thought it was delicious

• she asked him for a hot chocolate mug and even if Javier knew he shouldn't give her chocolate, he figured her tummy was fine, so why not

• they finished Sunday cuddled up on the couch, Javi and his precious mariposita drinking some hot chocolate and watching a princess movie

• Analuz her had tiny fingers gripped into her daddy's shirt as she rested against his chest, her breathing was calm and her eyes were so heavy even if she tried fighting sleep

• he took her to bed and kissed her forehead, wishing his beautiful daughter goodnight and going to bed; he phoned you and told you all about their weekend, the good and the bad part

• you praised him and assured him he was a great dad and you were so proud of him, and Javi told you how much Analuz and himself missed you

• you said goodbye and went to bed, knowing you'd be back to your family in a couple of days even if it felt too long to be away from them ❣️

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal headcanons #javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier peña x y/n #javier peña fanfiction #javier peña fanfic #javier peña headcanon #javier peña headcanons

[jessybarnes]

Patience

Title: Patience

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2,934

Tags: SMUT, angst, fluff, cockwarming, submissive Bucky, handcuffs, drinking, flirting, pet names, maybe slight degradation if you squint, slight dom/sub, masturbation, fingering (female receiving), clit play, permission to cum, edging, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, begging, crying, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Written For: @buckybarnesbingo, @sebastianstanbingo, and @anyfandomangstbingo

Square(s) Filled: Y1 - Kink: Cockwarming for Bucky Barnes Bingo // G5 - Submissive!Bucky Barnes for Sebastian Stan Bingo // G2 - Handcuffs for Any Fandom Angst Bingo

Dedicated To: @buckyalpine - I love you, bby ❤️ I really hope you like this 🥺 It's a thank you for all of the amazing content you've put out for us.

Beta(s): Just Grammarly

A/N: I'm so sorry this is bad... I've been so busy these last couple of weeks with Thanksgiving and yesterday was my stepdaughter's birthday and today is my daughter's so I've had basically no time to write. I really hope this isn't terrible, but I'm so sorry if it is. Also, have I already used the below GIF before for one of my fics? Yes. Am I using it again? Yes. Will I probably use it for a future fic? Also, yes. 🤷🏽‍♀️

You sip your drink as you watch Bucky from the bar. Currently, he's smiling at something Steve said, his flesh hand patting the blonde super soldier on the back while his metal one holds his glass of Asgardian mead.

You're not one for parties, but you know it means a lot to Bucky that you're here with him. He's finally rid of the Winter Soldier, the assassin side of him that he's battled to overcome for years, and in true Stark fashion, he threw your boyfriend a party.

It feels like everyone Tony has ever talked to is here, and crowds make you anxious, so the bar is where you'll be until Bucky's ready to go.

Natasha refills your glass and smiles at you warmly, "he's come a long way."

You swirl the amber liquid around a bit before taking a healthy drink.

"He has. I'm so grateful to Wakanda and the Dora Milaje for helping him. It took a while, but we're finally here."

She nods and pours herself a shot, "it's been a long time coming."

"Speaking of coming, I feel like everyone and their mother came to this thing. I don't even know half the people here..."

Nat snorts, "it's Tony, what did you expect?"

"Touché."

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you and you feel yourself starting to unwind.

Finally.

You finish your second drink and motion for Natasha to refill it again. She sets the bottle down and glances over your shoulder shaking her head.

"Looks like one of the secretaries has taken a liking to Barnes."

Well, so much for being able to relax.

You turn in your seat and watch as a pretty blonde touches his arm softly, batting her eyes at him like a giddy schoolgirl.

Bucky doesn't reciprocate, but he doesn't shoo her away either. He looks up at you momentarily and bites his lip before smiling at the girl in front of him. You know he's not really interested in her. He'd never cheat on you. It still doesn't change the fact that he's deliberately flirting with her in front of you though.

Your fingernail taps on the side of your glass as you grow more and more irritated. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and trails her index finger down the front of his shirt.

You grip the glass so hard that your knuckles turn white.

"I'll pay you later, Natasha," you down the rest of your whiskey and slam the glass down on the bar top. "Right now I've got something to take care of."

You push through the crowd and tap the blonde on her shoulder. She whips around and gives you a pointed look, "can I help you?"

"Yeah," you raise an eyebrow, "you can help me by stopping yourself from eye fucking my boyfriend."

Her eyes go wide as she looks from you to Bucky. He shrugs and she huffs before walking away.

You glare up at him and he takes your hand, "oh, come on doll. I was just teasing you."

"Don't doll me, James. You know I don't like seeing you giving someone else that kind of attention."

His free hand wraps around your waist and pulls you into him, "come on, baby. Don't be like that."

Steve chuckles, "I don't know, man. That girl was looking at you like you put the stars in the sky, and it's not like you pushed her away when she touched your chest."

"Who's side are you on, pal?" Bucky narrows his eyes at his best friend.

You've had enough. This party, that girl, Bucky's attitude, all of it, and it stirs a possessiveness inside of you that you haven't felt in a long time.

"It's time to go."

Bucky's eyes go wide, "go? But the party just star-"

"I said it's time to go."

Steve whistles as you drag Bucky toward the elevators, "good luck!"

Once you get him back to your shared bedroom, you shut and flick the lock.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., please tell anyone who comes to our door that we aren't taking visitors."

"Yes, Miss Y/L/N."

Bucky leans against the wall and looks down at you softly, "I swear I didn't mean to upset-"

"Well, you did. Take your clothes off and lay on the bed."

"Y/N, please just let me properly apologize to you."

Your hands move to your hips and you give him a stern look. To anyone who isn't familiar with your relationship, it would be quite comical seeing your tall, muscular, super-soldier boyfriend being so submissive to you. You know he needs this though, to be able to let go and give himself completely to someone he knows won't hurt him. And who are you to deny him that? Especially since you love the rush of taking control sometimes.

"Don't make me ask you again, James."

Bucky bites his lip as he stands up straight. He pulls the red henley he's wearing over his head, and you watch the movement of his well-defined muscles with hooded eyes. He undoes the button on his jeans and slides them and his boxers down to his ankles before stepping out of them.

"I really am sorry, baby"

"I know you are." You gesture behind him, "I've changed my mind. Sit with your back against the headboard."

He turns to walk over to the bed and you groan at the unimpeded view of his ass. Fucking hell, he's perfect.

He settles on the comforter and looks at you with curious, blue eyes. You don't say anything to him as you walk into the closet. Moments later you return with two pairs of silver handcuffs dangling from your fingertips and you watch his cock twitch in interest.

"Y/N, I don't see how this is a punishment," he drawls.

You smirk and cuff each of his hands to the small metal hoops that jut out from the side of the headboard. These were no ordinary handcuffs either, they were made with raw vibrainium which means he can't get out of them easily.

"Trust me," you step back and reach behind you to pull the zipper on the back of your dress, "you'll see."

Bucky watches as the little black dress falls to the floor and pools around your feet, his eyes darkening with want.

"God, you're so damn gorgeous, baby."

You smirk, "and it's too bad you won't get to touch me." You smooth your hands over your soft skin, your fingertips barely catching your nipples making you gasp. "I was really looking forward to those big, strong hands all over me, Buck."

He groans and watches you take off your bra and panties, "come on, pretty girl. Please let me touch you...please?"

You climb on the bed and straddle his chest, his cock beginning to leak in anticipation of your touch. You ignore the urge to and slide two of your fingers between your soaked folds instead.

"Mmm, you should have thought of that before ... fuck ... before you flirted with that secretary.

He watches you circle your clit slowly, his eyes nearly black now as he tugs harder at the cuffs.

"Baby... fuck, baby please!"

"Shit, I'm so wet for you, Bucky...feels so good..."

You bring your glistening fingers to your lips and close your mouth around them, licking them clean of your arousal. Bucky whines and raises his hips in frustration.

"Let me have a taste, please baby? Please! I'm so sorry for even looking at her... God, please...need you so bad..."

You tilt your head to the side and look down at him. His eyes are desperate and you almost give in and undo the handcuffs.

Almost.

"Aww, do you need a taste? Do you want me to sit on your face, baby boy?"

Your tone is teetering the line of sincere and condescending, and it makes another bead of precum spill from the head of his cock. Your words alone are making him fall apart. You've never been this dominant with him and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it.

"...please."

It's merely a whisper, but you hear him nonetheless and decide to take a little mercy on him.

"Lay on your back for me, baby."

Bucky scoots down, his arms suspended slightly upward and out to the side as he lays flat. You move so your legs are on either side of his head and hover your dripping pussy over his lips.

"Since you love using that pretty mouth to tease and flirt so much, why don't you put it to good use and make me cum. Maybe if you do a good job I'll let you fuck me."

Bucky licks his lips, "I'll make you feel real good, doll. Please... just please let me taste you..."

You lower yourself down to his mouth and he immediately begins ravishing you. His tongue skillfully slides between your folds, alternating from your hole to your clit making you moan.

He's always been so good at this. Taking you apart over and over again until you're a shaking, quivering mess. But this? The way he's delving his tongue into your dripping cunt, devouring you as if he needs you to survive, it's another side of him you've never seen before and it's one of the hottest things you've ever experienced with him.

"Fuck... yeah, baby just like that."

Bucky groans and moves back to your clit, sucking it and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. His untouched cock is leaking profusely now. He's determined, desperate to feel you cum, desperate to make you fall over the edge and taste you.

It isn't long until the familiar coil begins to ignite and your legs start to shake from the amount of pleasure your boyfriend is bringing you. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling it as your hips rock against his mouth.

"Oh, Bucky! Don't stop, baby! Don't you fucking stop... oh, my god...fuck, you're gonna make me cum!"

He moves his tongue faster, tugging at the cuffs and wishing he could grip your luscious thighs.

Your eyes flutter closed and you throw your head back as your orgasm shoots through you like a bolt of lightning. Bucky doesn't stop, and you let him work you through your high until it becomes too much. Finally, you climb off of him and lay on the bed at his side, moving your fingertips up and down his thigh slowly while he breathes heavily.

"Did such a good job for me, baby. You made me cum so hard."

Bucky turns to look at you, "does that mean I can fuck you now?"

You bite your lip and just barely graze his thick shaft.

"Oh, sweetheart, you didn't think it would be this easy, did you? You thought giving me one orgasm would warrant forgiveness for deliberately flirting with someone else in front of me?"

Bucky gasps and whines from your touch, his cock twitching in need.

"Doll, p-please...," his eyes shine with tears and his fists clench and unclench, "I'll never do it again, I promise! Please I...I need you so bad...so bad, baby..."

You kiss his lips and shush him, before carefully straddling his hips. His eyes are wide and needy as he looks up at you, and your heart thuds hard against your ribcage. He's so fucking beautiful like this. All spread out for you. Needy and begging for your touch.

Bucky is so good at being in control when you need him to, but at times like this, he's the prettiest submissive you've ever seen.

"Sit back up for me, honey. I'm going to give you a reward, okay?"

He nods and scoots back up so his back is against the headboard again. He watches as you rise on your knees and reach behind you. His eyes roll back into his head as you wrap your fingers around his cock, and you immediately pull them away.

"Ah, ah, ah...keep those eyes on me, baby."

Bucky nods and you curl your fingers around him again before lining him up with your entrance. You're so wet that you don't even need him to prep you.

Ever so slowly, you sink down on his thick, hard cock. Bucky's so worked up that you can feel him throbbing as you take him to the hilt.

"You're so fucking big, baby. Mmm, you fill me up so well. Does this feel good, sweetheart?"

He shudders and resists the urge to raise his hips so he'll go deeper, "so good...feels so good."

"Is this what you wanted, honey?"

Bucky swallows thickly and lets out a shaky breath.

"Wanna...wanna feel you ride me. Please...please just wanna cum for you."

You cradle his face in your hand and brush the pad of your thumb over his stubble, "only good boys get what they ask for, baby. Besides, I love feeling you just like this. So deep inside me, the head of your pretty cock kissing my cervix, you make me feel so full."

Bucky whimpers and you lean forward to kiss him again, your mouth moving against his slow and sweet.

He kisses you fiercely and you reciprocate with just as much fervor. Bucky could stay like this forever, just drowning in the way you feel around him, in your touch, and your taste.

You pull away and smooth your thumb over his bottom lip, "if I uncuff one of your hands, are you going to be good for me?"

The thought of being able to touch you makes his eyes fill with tears as he nods enthusiastically.

"If you can be a good boy for me I'll ride you, baby."

You reach for the handcuff keys on the bedside table and uncuff his metal hand.

"Rub my clit, baby boy. Make me cum around your cock."

Bucky reaches down to where the two of you are joined and touches the cool metal of his thumb to your bundle of nerves. You gasp at the contrast of temperatures as he begins making tight circles.

"Fuck, Bucky..."

You rock your hips slightly back and forth, cupping your breasts as hot sparks of arousal shoot through you. A low rumble sounds in Bucky’s chest when he feels you clench around his cock, and he has to force himself not to cum.

"God, baby...can feel you squeezing me. Wanna watch you come undone with my cock buried inside of you. Please, princess? Please come for me..."

The way he's begging for you, the feeling of the smooth metal of his gold and black thumb moving over your clit, and how fucking good it feels to have his thick cock stretch you open sends you falling over the edge for a second time. His name tumbles past your lips over and over and spots dance in your vision as you cum hard for him.

You're both panting when you finally open your eyes again. Bucky's shaking, his eyes are still wide and shining as he silently begs for release and you finally, finally give in to him and plant your palms on his chest.

"You've been such a good boy for me, honey. I'm gonna ride this beautiful cock and I want you to tell me how good it feels, but you can't close your eyes. I want you to look at me when you cum."

You know he's not going to last long. Not when you've worked him up this much, so you don't bother starting slow. You move up and down at a steady pace, listening to his needy, desperate moans.

His metal hand grips your hip and helps to guide you as you start to go faster, and you can feel how close he is, his cock throbbing inside of you as his lips part in a silent scream.

"Oh, my god, babydoll... feels so good... m'so close! Gonna cum so hard for you, pretty girl. Please! Please am I allowed to cum? Can't hold it anymore...s'too much...feels too good... please ... please!"

You brush away his tears and lean down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.

"Fill me up, baby boy. Come on, let go for me. Show me, sweetheart."

Bucky slams you down on his cock and holds you in place as he groans loudly into your neck. His orgasm crashing into him like a tsunami as he nearly sobs in ecstasy.

You pepper kisses all over his face and shush him as he shakes in your arms, sweet nothings falling from your lips as he comes down from his high. Eventually, you move to get up, but he whines and pulls you closer to him.

"I need to uncuff your other hand, honey."

"But I wanna stay inside you...please? Just wanna feel close to you."

Your eyes soften and you free his flesh hand, rubbing his wrist gently.

"We can stay like this as long as you need to, Buck. I'm not going anywhere."

He moves so you're both on your sides and slides his softening cock back inside of you gently. He sighs happily and buries his face in your neck.

"Love you, princess... love you so much," he whispers sleepily.

You kiss his forehead and rub his back tenderly, "I love you too, baby. Close those pretty eyes and sleep for me, okay? I'll be here when you wake up."

It isn't long until you feel his breathing even out, and you continue to hold him close as sleep begins to take you too.

You're happy and safe inside the embrace of the love of your life.

You're home.

Tagging: @buckyalpine @madashatters18 @sarahrogersevans @chrisevansdaughter @nerdygingermoose88 @brandyywar

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[notsoattractivearenti]

Beautiful Surprise (Mason Mount x Fem!Reader)

WC: 1.7K

Warnings/Tags: pure fluff!

A/N: united got me so depressed i ended up writing this fic for a few hours for my own comfort 🥺 anyway hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 this isn't proofread so apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

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It was a quiet afternoon at home because Lana – your and Mason’s 4 years old daughter – was playing with the next door neighbour’s child, Charlie, at their house. Mason was also at the neighbour's house to keep his eyes on Lana – even though you said it was unnecessary, he insisted to do so because he can be a bit overprotective at times – and knowing Mason, he would spend his time there by chatting with Charlie’s parents. Usually, you would go with him but this time you chose to stay at home because you wanted to rest.

A few hours later, Lana and Mason finally came home. You were in the living room, sitting quietly on the sofa while watching TV. After giving Lana the afternoon bath, Mason came to the living room to join you.

“So, what did you do there?” You opened a chat with your boyfriend.

“Nothing, really. Charlie’s mum was out so it was just me and Charlie’s dad talking while Lana and Charlie were playing in the backyard. He asked me a lot about football he eventually made me feel like I was in an interview.” He laughed.

“Well I’m sure he just wanted to gain more knowledge from the expert!” You responded.

Not long after, Lana joined her parents. She sat on Mason’s lap then began asking him the unexpected questions.

“Daddy, are you and Mummy married?”

The question was so out of the blue, it got both you and Mason startled.

“Umm, we aren’t, sweetie…” Mason nervously replied. Why'd you ask?”

“Charlie told me her parents are married... Will you and Mummy get married one day?”

“Uh…”

Mason immediately looked straight at you, who was sitting right next to them – he wanted to make sure you would be fine with whatever answer he was about to give to Lana. You assured him by smiling and nodding. He smiled back at you, then turned his attention back to Lana.

“Yes, sweetheart, we definitely will.”

He sounded so sure and confident when he said it.

“Yeay!” Lana excitedly shouted.

Lana then continued asking, “Charlie said she was a flower girl at her aunt’s wedding. When you and Mummy get married, can I be the flower girl?”

“Of course you can!” Mason said as he kissed Lana’s head. “You will be the most beautiful flower girl everyone has ever seen.” Lana blushed then gave his beloved Dad a little hug. “I can’t wait until you and Mummy get married!”

—

You and Mason have been together for almost six years, but you kind of feared the idea of being married. You were surrounded by a lot of failed marriages including your own parents, and even though you felt like you have always wanted a marriage, you were afraid you couldn’t keep it for the long term. Mason on the other hand has no fear whatsoever, but he has never wanted to rush you into changing your view about marriage. Though you two have had some conversations about the possibility of being married, he has always respected your decision to stay in a committed relationship without officially being married for a while. It wasn’t like you would never want to get married, it was about when you would feel ready instead.

But when it comes to children, you always knew you wanted to be a mother. And Mason also wanted to be a father. So, it was a quick and easy talk when you both decided you were ready to bring a child into the world, therefore a year into the relationship you both started trying and you got pregnant with Lana not long after.

You and Mason genuinely love being parents, though yours and his parents kept asking why you haven’t tied the knot. They thought now that you had Lana, it would be best to think about marriage. But Mason always defended our decision – he told them that we are focused on raising Lana and content with the way things are.

But since Lana asked whether you and Mason would get married or not, you started questioning if you are ready to marry the love of your life. And after spending some time thinking, your mind is finally made up: you are ready. You opened up to Mason about it, and he was so excited – however, you made it clear that you didn’t want to rush into it, and he understood.

—

Today was your and Mason's six-year anniversary, but it has been a very busy week at work so you let Mason know a few days prior you wanted to keep this year’s anniversary simple. After another long day at work, you were looking forward to coming home to your boyfriend and your daughter and spending the rest of the day with them – Mason had also promised you an anniversary dinner at home because he knew you would be too exhausted to go out. 

Once you got back home, Mason – who was nicely dressed up – greeted you at the front door. He took your hand and gave it a kiss.

“Happy anniversary, my love. Dinner is ready for you.”

He had prepared a candlelight dinner at the dining room. The area was all decorated and the table was set beautifully.

“Wow!” You were in awe. “My goodness, this is perfect Mase.”

“Well, I got the best little helper,” he pointed at Lana who was already seated at the table.

“But honey, I am so underdressed right now,” you pointed at your outfit, “do you mind if I change first?”

“Don’t worry about your clothes, my love. I think you’re perfectly dressed! You know I just like to be extra.” He assured you while making fun of himself.

You chuckled. “Yeah, you can be so extra sometimes.”

You were ready to be seated but Mason held you back.

“Wait, before we have dinner I have to do something first.”

Mason nervously exhaled then got down on one knee. He really caught you by surprise – you weren’t prepared for what was coming.

“Okay, here we go.” He cleared his throat before starting his speech.

“Y/N, these past six years have been the most unbelievably wonderful years of my life. And it’s all thanks to you, my beautiful, amazing woman. The moment you entered my world, you instantly and naturally became the centre of it. My life has changed for the better because of you, and I don’t even remember my days before you.”

Tears slowly fell down on your face while listening to his heartfelt speech. Your hands were cold and visibly shaken from the shock and excitement.

“I can never thank you enough for bringing the most precious little girl four years ago into our lives, and making my heart and soul feel complete.” He continued. “Y/N, since our first date, I knew you were it for me… I really can’t imagine being with anyone else but you. I love you so much and I love our little family. I know you were scared and worried about the idea of marriage, but I am so proud of you for overcoming your fear. So… I am here to ask you to marry me.”

Lana, who was watching the proposal from her seat at the dining table, immediately got off her chair and giddily handed the ring box to Mason.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He whispered softly to Lana.

Your heart nearly dropped when Mason opened the box and showed you the ring. You couldn’t believe it was actually your dream ring: a 3-carat oval-cut diamond with pavé rose-gold band. You had casually mentioned it to Mason one time but you thought he wouldn’t remember any details. 

“Mase…” You weakly sobbed.

“Y/F/N,” his voice started shaking, “will you spend the rest of your life with me by being my wife?”

You eagerly nodded your head and screamed out the loudest “yes” repeatedly. Still on his knee, he placed the ring on your ring finger. He then got up on his feet, pulled you in and passionately brushed his soft lips against yours. Your arms were wrapped around his neck while he was holding you tight. As you pulled your lips away, you both tearily whispered “I love you” to one another. Lana then joined her parents to celebrate the joyous occasion with hugging your and Mason’s legs.

“Yeay! Mummy and Daddy are married!” She cheered.

You and Mason immediately burst into laughter.

“We are not married yet, sweetie! But there’s going to be a wedding soon and we will be married then!” You quickly explained to Lana. “Don’t you want to be the flower girl?”

“Yes, Mummy, I do!” She enthusiastically jumped up and down. “I want to be a flower girl!”

Lana then impatiently pulled the back of your shirt over and over, letting you know she was starving. “Come on, Mummy, I need to eat! My tummy is empty!”

You laughed at how dramatic your daughter can be. She gets it from her father, for sure.

“Okay, okay, let’s eat!”

—

After you all finished your dinner, you stayed at the table for a while. You and Mason couldn’t stop yourselves from smiling and you kept admiring your engagement ring.

“This ring is so beautiful…” 

“I helped Daddy pick it out, Mummy!” Lana claimed proudly.

“Yes, you certainly did.” Mason winked at her. He then whispered into your ear, “she actually just helped me pick the colour of the band but you know what, I’ll let her have the credit she wants.”

You couldn’t help yourself but giggle. “Mmhm, I believe you.”

When Lana left the table to wash her hands, you poured your heart out to Mason.

“Mason… This is the best anniversary ever. I know I said I don’t want to rush anything but I really feel like I can’t wait to marry you. And you got me my dream ring! My God, I don’t know what I did to deserve you, baby… I’m the luckiest girl in the universe. I’m so excited for other anniversaries in the future. I love you so much, fiancé.”

“I love you so much more, fiancée… You deserve the best in the world! I will always give you what you want and need.” He said in response. “And trust me, there will be more exciting anniversaries to come.” 

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❥Perfect Night

Taglist: @butteerflyy @linn-a-a @divinechicha @etherisy

The taglist keeps growing! I'm so happy!🥺 If you wanna be added let me know!

When Kunikuzushi got out of his ratcave to set the table, it was late. You had already done it and were sitting at the table with a radiant smile that annoyed the shit out of him.

Yae was serving the food and his mother was sneering at him with a deadly glare.

"You couldn't do one simple task." she sentenced with a cold voice.

"Don't worry Ei, it was no problem," you said, quickly drawing another smile on your face to calm the waters, rising from your seat to extend your hand to Kuni to beg him to join the table and end the uncomfortable scene.

But when you stood up and he saw you in your beautiful, tight dress, his whole body went pale except for his face, which turned bright red. It was just too much. Too short, too tight, and your cleavage drained the blood of all his bidy to send it to another place.

"A-are you okay??" You asked, worried by his suddenly sick appearance, completely oblivious of the reason.

"My stomach hurts really bad…" he lied with a grunt, putting his hand over said part of his body. The other one stayed mysteriously in one of the pockets of his dark sweatpants "I'll skip dinner." he said and quickly fled back to his den.

He slammed the door shut behind him, fuming with anger.

He was so mad at you for being so beautiful and so fucking compliant. Always the golden girl.

But he was even madder at himself for having a fucking boner over you.

What a pathetic virgin. Simply disgusting! Getting hard at the mere sight of you, like you were finally getting inside his head, fooling him too!

He was grossed out at his reaction. So he threw himself on his desk chair and put on his headphones to discharge his rage onto some poor random on an online game. Yeah, that would relax him and make his boner disappear.

Ei mumbled under her breath, cursing his son, not believing a single word from him, tired of his childish and useless behavior. You and your mother backed him up to calm her down.

"Poor Kuni," you said. Like mother like daughter. Always protecting the peace of that poor home.

You finished eating in harmony and your mom offered to do the dishes since you were leaving for the party.

At 10 pm o' clock, Barbara's dad honked in front of your door with his white church van. And you shivered in anticipation. You were really nervous. But determined to ask Huffman out!

"Have fun sweetie!" Your mom yelled from the kitchen.

"Be careful," Ei said with a solemn voice.

"Bye!" You exclaimed with an excited smile, closing the door behind you.

Barbara and Keqing waved at you from the window.

You jumped into the car and said hi to them. Then you left for the party.

This night was super important. You could feel it in your gut. Something life-changing was going to occur. The party had to be perfect!

At around 2:30 am, you were coming back home with your makeup ruined and your heart broken.

"It's okay, Y/N, he's a total idiot, you'll feel better soon," Keqing said, patting your shoulders to comfort you.

Long story short, Huffman avoided you all night long and when you were determined to face him, you found him kissing another girl. All your hopes were crushed and you felt betrayed and humiliated.

Luckily, you had loyal friends by your side. Even if your friendship was recent, it was already strong. Keqing was especially present, always taking care of you and being the voice of reason. She was like an older sister to you.

After soothing your cries, she called her daddy to pick you up early.

Now he had stopped in front of your house.

"Are you sure you don't want us to stay with you?" She asked with a worried expression.

You shook your head, wiping away your last tears with your wrist, finishing to fully smudge your black mascara.

"It's okay," you sniffed, pulling yourself together. "I need some alone time," you whispered.

"That's healthy," she nodded approvingly with her usual serious look.

Before leaving, you pulled her into a warm hug.

"Thanks for being by my side," you sobbed in the crook of her neck.

At first, she was a bit shocked at your action but she quickly hugged you back, moved.

"That's what friends are for," she said, her firm hands giving you some sense of security.

You said thanks and goodbyes and you stepped off the car to walk to your doorstep.

You reached for your keys inside your purse and opened the door. You waved a last goodbye to Keqing and her daddy, before closing it behind you. You kinda didn't recognize him but you didn't care, you were too lost in your painful emotions.

The house was in complete silence when you entered. That gave you some peace. You didn't want your family to see you like that. To get worried over something so trivial.

Yeah, it was so trivial but it hurt like hell.

You went to the bathroom to take your makeup off. Then got taken aback by your battered reflection in the mirror. You looked like a dejected raccoon, with all your mascara smudged all over your reddened face.

You had been crying a lot.

Right then, you felt so lonely.

Despite having this little assembled family, you had to give your everything every day to keep it all together. And both Kuni and Ei were so distant and cold.

Your mom was an angel and you loved her deeply. But you felt you couldn't tell her about these feelings you had. That would only worry her.

Despite remaining friends, you felt really lonely when you broke up with Guy, because it felt like you weren't really a part of his family like you had thought. He never called you again.

So you were happy and thankful for having met such good friends at this school. They were so nice you couldn't believe it. Especially Keqing. Having her by your side, backing you up, and supporting you made you feel you weren't completely alone. Made you feel safe and loved by true friends.

That gave you strength. They would help you get over these nasty feelings, you were sure. But that would take time.

You went to your room to put on a night dress and then got inside your bed, still sobbing a little bit. You wanted to sleep it off.

You still felt down. It was like the little pieces of your broken heart were stinging the inside of your chest. It was so unfair. It made no sense! What was going on inside Huffman's mind??

You thought he was your friend! He was clearly flirting with you! He kissed you, he had sex with you for archon's sake!

Was that it?! Your sadness suddenly became anger. Was that why he stopped talking to you? Because he just wanted sex and now he had no interest in you?! If that was it, he was a complete jerk.

And you thought he was a nice guy! Damn him, you should have never given such a popular guy a chance!

You gritted your teeth. If he was that kind of guy, then he didn't deserve you shedding more tears for him.

Well, that was easy to say but not to do. You felt like shit for being treated so poorly. Luckily the anger took away your need to cry. But it also made you remember how needy and unsatisfied you were…

You rubbed your thighs together under the sheets, your clit begged to feel some friction.

It wouldn't hurt to touch yourself to alleviate that thirst you had been holding for such a long time. That would help you sleep. Yeah, you had been working so hard lately, you deserved some rest.

So you put on your headphones and started some boyfriend ASMR and moved one of your hands to one of your breasts and the other one down your body until slipping it inside your panties. You started to search for the spots that made you feel good. 

Everything was marching right, except for the fact that you didn't quite know yet what to think about to further stimulate yourself. You would only think of Huffman again over your dead body! Guy? So boring! You kept browsing through your brain trying to find a handsome man, someone you would like his hands to be in the place of yours right then. It didn't need to be someone from the school, it could be an actor, an idol, someone you saw on tv…

Your finger suddenly stopped over your eager clit when you discovered yourself thinking about the guy next room again. You felt a sudden wave of heat take over your body. It was half dark in your room, but you were sure your whole body was fire red. You were ashamed, so ashamed of being thinking about Kuni. Again.

Your breath hitched. Did you really want his cold, scratchy hands all over your body, touching your sensitive spots and flicking your buds with the pads of his pale fingers?

Well, maybe? Because upon thinking about it your whole body trembled with a soft tickle. Your mind disagreed, but you gave it a chance. Fantasizing about it didn't mean you wanted it in real life, right? That's what you told yourself. Doing it with Kuni was impossible, not only because your mom was madly in love with his but also because he was really mean.

You had always been too benevolent with him, always the only one in the world who insisted that he was a nice person under that prickly exterior. And you really meant it. But that didn't mean you would go out with him if he kept being such an asshole. Of course not. You didn't let Huffman step all over you, you wouldn't let Kuni either. Or anyone, for that matter!

Yeah, that was it, masturbating to Kuni didn't mean you wanted him for real. He had a terrible attitude. But it was just his beautiful body you were feasting upon in your mind. His lean figure, his handsome face, his attractive voice…

You imagined his voice saying hot things that would never cross his virgin mind in real life, and his rough hands all worn down by playing videogames but never touching a woman’s body pushing all the right buttons to make your folds melt and clench around nothing, urging you to kick the panties away.

Dang, it worked like magic.

You started to lightly shake the bed as you approached your orgasm, moving your legs along to accompany the movements of your masturbation. You had to kick the covers away because the heat was insufferable. You even slid a finger inside your folds, then two, then you wondered how much Kuni would be packing down there and how it would feel if he put it inside of you, and then the release was right around the corner…

Meanwhile, the door at the end of the corridor opened and Kunikuzushi got out of his cave to go to the bathroom. When he arrived at said place, his face contorted and his eye twitched upon seeing your stunning short dress thrown onto the tiled floor.

"So she's back??" He thought, irritated.

And he became furious when he realized he had a boner because of you again. Because of your fucking tight dress. He cursed you under his breath and it took all of his self-control to refrain from picking up your dress and ripping it out of pure anger. He opened the running water and washed his face, trying to calm down. He contemplated his reflection in the mirror with disgust.

He looked at himself in the eyes, with hatred for being so weak, for almost falling for your dirty charms. 

The truth was that when you had arrived, you were too sad to realize you had left the dress on the floor and the door to your bedroom a little bit open, but in his paranoid mind he was sure you had done it on purpose to provoke him.

So he decided it was time to put a stop to your disrespect and to say something. Out of anger, he finally decided. He would pick up your disgustingly sexy dress and throw it at your face and scold you for leaving your things all over the place.

But first, he had to calm down his blush and his boner or he would look utterly pathetic. 

It took a lot of cold water down his face until he could calm down and get his dick soft enough to be able to pee and wash his hands and face all over again to prepare himself to confront you but he finally made it.

He took the dress harshly in one fist and stepped out of the bathroom courageously, ready to assert his dominance over you. It was the first time he would do it with you the same way he did with everyone else: aggressively. So he was excited, cocky, eager…

Until he entered your room and caught you masturbating. And not only that, but in a very heated way. 

He got completely paralyzed, stiff from head to toe his cock especially. His already pale skin went almost transparent, except of course for his poor cheeks. 

He couldn't believe his eyes. With the light that entered the room from the hallway, they witnessed, open wide, as your cute little nightdress was pulled over your waist, leaving your pussy on full display for him to see from where he was standing by the door.

He gulped down unconsciously. He couldn't believe just how beautiful it was. All swollen from arousal, so incredibly wet! And you were giving him no rest, rubbing circles on the clit with one hand and sticking two fingers inside with the other, pulling them in and out but also stopping to shove them as deep as possible, insisting on that sweet perfect spot…

He couldn't even think about his raging boner, his heart was thumping so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. He just couldn't seem to decide what to stare at. If your beautiful face, contorted in an expression of pleasure, your plush breasts barely covered by the dress, your hard nipples pushing against the cloth, or then again your breath-taking pussy.

It was just too wet. Damn too wet. His heart was ringing in his ears wondering what on earth could have turned you on so hard as to get so damn wet and have so much fun with yourself.

Luckily or unluckily, by mere coincidence the most unexpected answer fell off your lips with the lewdest moan he had ever heard not that he had heard any in real life but anyway it was very lewd:

"K-kuni…" you panted as you finally reached your orgasm, your eyes pressed shut as you got lost in your feeling of pleasure. Yeah not only your body was feeling amazing by your knowledge of how to touch yourself, but your little fantasy about Kuni being all nice and hot with you, ramming his cock inside of you just the way you told him, made your heart race and your toes curl.

This was just too much. More than he could handle. Again, luckily or unluckily for him, his phone vibrated and he desperately tried to shut it, terrified that the sound would make you realize his presence.

There was no option, he had to escape.

And so he did, he ran faster than ever in his life, straight to his room for a feeling of safety. He locked himself in, covering his mouth with a trembling hand as he fell with his back against the door until he sat on the floor.

It took him several minutes to normalize his breath and process what just had happened. The outrageous situation he had just witnessed, of you shamelessly masturbating to him and even having the nerve to moan his name. He simply couldn’t believe it. That your pussy looking so drenched and delicious was inspired by him.

His heart was still thumping hard. Did you notice him? Did you see him? Did you hear the sound of his phone and his footsteps and opened your heavy eyes and saw him as he escaped like the coward he was?

He wanted to slam his face against the wall. This could have been the best chance of his life, knowing that his enemy had a thing for him. He could have exploited it. But what if you saw him? If you did you could accuse him of being a total pervert over what was an unfortunate misunderstanding.

That would be his ruin. There had to be something he could do.

Chasing his last hope, he gathered all his courage to open his door and peek to see if yours was still open. He gulped down. It was. Maybe you didn’t hear or see anything? He sighed, trying to calm down. He would have to wait until the following day and analyze your attitude to determine if you did. He looked at his hands, which were still trembling from the shock, still trying to figure out if all had been real.

When doing so, he realized that in his clenched fist, he was still holding your dress, the reason for all this fucking disaster.

And the first thing he reached out to do in his soporiferous state of craziness was to take it up to his nose and smell it.

He closed his eyes and gave it a deep sniff and all the subtleties of your fragrance reached the deepest of his being. That calmed him down a bit. He held the cloth tighter and his knees pressed together. The image of your precious pussy glistening in the gloomy room and your yearning face got back to his memory. Your lips looked so kissable. He let out all the air in his lungs abruptly, so hot it made a little cloud of vapor in the cold air of his ratcave.

He got up, dress still in his hand, locked himself in his room so as not to end up just like you, and hid in his bed.

He just couldn't think reasonably because the soothing feeling that your smell and the memories of your lewd display had made his other hand wander slowly to his boxers.

If you had realized or not, that had to wait until next morning. Right now, This should have been the most prideful night of his life. 

He just couldn't believe it. He knew he had good looks and he had told himself that the girls at school probably got off thinking about him despite them saying they hated him for his awful personality. But he didn't believe it for one second! Actually witnessing a girl touch herself thinking about him, and making it unmistakable by moaning his name so sensually…and not any girl, it was you.

Even though he hated himself for feeling like that, he still thought you were the most beautiful. And after getting to witness just how angelic your voice sounded moaning his name, a life without hearing it again sounded like doom.

He couldn't help but imagine your voice moaning his name again and again, begging him to do the lewdest things to you. To imagine how it would feel to touch and lick your pussy in such an aroused and drenched state.

And he couldn't help but to put his hand around the base and stroke his cock, the one you were fantasizing was inside of you instead of those fingers you stuck inside your soaked pussy. The one you were wondering about its size, width, feeling against your skin.

It was there, at the other side of the wall. He was stroking it at an increasing speed as he inhaled your smell from the dress he kept close to his lips.

The same dress you had worn to impress another man. One who deserted you and broke your heart like you were nothing.

The same dress that had made him so mad, but also unable to keep hiding to himself that he desired you deeply. It made him want you and no other. Even if he hated you, he needed you crazily.

So he imagined he could have you as he masturbated, thinking a bit that you owed it to him. If you could shamelessly get your pussy that swollen and red and have such a good time at his expense, then he could jerk himself off to death fantasizing he could have you too.

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Art by @miruko40393 on twitter.

This is truly the exact face Kuni had after doing what he did, feeling awful with himself.

Author's Note: OMG I can't believe I finally finished it 😭 I hope you like it cuz I put my all into this one 🥲 I'll start next chap when I finish a spin-off of this story that was requested to me, which is on the making 👀 So sad cuz I started uni again but that doesn't mean I'll stop writing! I'm working on finishing these projects!

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[finnsbubblegum]

Good Night, Baby (Joel Miller X Reader)

Pairing: no-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, sweet joel, domestic joel, pregnancy, insecurity (let me know if i missed any)

Summary (Series): reader as Joel’s neighbor. Joel’s wife left him so Joel asked his neighbor for help in babysitting Sarah. 

Words count: 1k

A/N: This series is ending soon so be ready 🥺 This is part 18 of Where It All Starts. But it can also be read as a standalone. I'm so grateful for all of you! Thank you for your comments, reblogs, and likes ❤️ Love you!

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*keys clanking*

Joel slowly opened the door and put his keys on the table. The lights were off but the TV was on. He walked to the living room and found you asleep on the couch. Joel turned the TV off then he crouched beside you and kissed your lips. 

“Hmm?” You opened your eyes slowly.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” Joel stroked your head.

“Hmm.” You rubbed your eyes.

“Where’s Sarah?” Joel raised the blanket to cover your body.

“She’s in her room.” You yawned.

“Oh!” You suddenly felt a flutter in your stomach.

“He just kicked.” You chuckled and sat.

“What? Wait! I have to get Sarah!” Joel ran to Sarah’s room and carried her to you.

Joel promised Sarah to show her if her baby brother kicked so she could say hi. So he ran to Sarah’s bedroom and woke her up.

“I want to say hi to my baby brother!” Sarah squealed in Joel’s arms.

“Knock, knock.” You poked your belly.

Your baby understood the assignment. He kicked again.

“Oh! There he is.” You pointed at the side of your belly that was sticking out. It seemed like his little feet. 

“Hi! I’m your big sister!” Sarah said hi as you put her little hand on your belly.

Joel put his hand on top of yours and Sarah. The three of you chuckled. This was one of the most beautiful moments that you always had since you had Joel and Sarah as your family. 

“Okay! Back to bed, babygirl.” Joel kissed his daughter's head and carried her to her bedroom.

“Goodnight, sweetie.” You stroked Sarah’s head and kissed her goodnight.

“Good night, mommy.” Sarah waved her hand to you.

Then you went to lay on your bed while Joel took a shower. You groaned as you were trying to find a comfortable position on the bed. You felt contractions but it was mild so you were sure it was just braxton hicks. It wasn’t that painful to you but it was uncomfortable. You kept sighing and rubbed your belly. Joel finished showering and was ready to climb the bed when he realized there was something wrong. 

“You okay, baby?” He asked as he climbed on the bed.

“Hmm, it was just braxton hicks.” You sighed.

“What? Braxton? You named him braxton hicks?” Joel raised his eyebrows.

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows. (I found videos on tiktok about the husbands don’t know what a braxton hicks is and found it so funny so I’ll use it here 😁)

“You named our baby without discussing it with me? I mean, I know you’re the one who's doing most of the work, but I contributed too.” He shrugged in disappointment.

“Baby, what are you talking about?” You giggled.

“Why are you laughing? This is not a laughing matter.” Joel was confused.

“Baby, it’s not our son’s name. Braxton hicks is the name of “false labor” pains. It’s a medical term.” You explained to him and chuckled.

He raised his eyebrows and nodded as he just understood what it was. He had no idea about it before and he thought it was his son’s name that you came up with.

“Are you in pain?” He started getting worried.

You nodded.

“But it’s not that bad. It’s just uncomfortable.” You put your hand on your belly.

“Wait here.” Joel ran to the bathroom.

*water flowing*

A few minutes flew and Joel came back to you. 

“Come on.” Joel put his arms around and carried you to the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” You giggled.

“I made you a warm bath. Hope it helps.” He slowly put you down and helped you move inside the bathtub.

“Hmm..This feels good.” You closed your eyes and smiled. 

“Do you want to join me?” You opened your eyes and looked at Joel.

He nodded and pulled off his towel that was covering his lower body. Then he went inside the bathtub right behind you, put his arms around you and pulled you closer to his chest.

“Thank you.” You kissed his arms that were around your chest.

“Glad it helps.” Joel kissed your shoulder.

You and Joel stayed like that until you felt better. He put on a towel on his waist then he helped dry you and put you to bed. Then he went back to the bathroom to shave. You sat on the bed putting moisturizer on your belly. Looking at the stretch mark then you started crying. Your mood changes during your pregnancy were horrible. And you were always feeling insecure about yourself. Joel heard your sobs so he peeked from the bathroom door. 

“What is it? Does it hurt again?” Joel walked to you and sat beside you on the edge of the bed.

You shook your head and looked at your stretch marks on your belly. 

“I’m not beautiful anymore.” You sobbed.

“You’re beautiful, baby. Wish I could see you being pregnant my whole life.” Joel chuckled.

You shook your head and said, “Look.” You showed him your stretch marks.

“Stretch marks don’t change your beauty.”  Joel caressed your belly.

Joel opened his palm asking you to give him the moisturizer. Then he helped you put on the moisturizer. His touch was so loving and affectionate that it made you feel calmer. 

“I love you, Joel.” You put your hand on his.

“I love you too.” Joel placed a kiss on your lips.

“Okay, I’m gonna finish this and join you in the bed soon. Alright?” Joel pointed at his jaw which still had shaving foam.

You nodded and laid on your sides on the bed getting ready to sleep. Joel finished shaving a few minutes later and climbed on the bed beside you. He snuggled behind your back and extended his hand to turn off the night lamp on your bedside table. 

“Good night, baby.” Joel kissed your temple and spooned you.

To be continued…

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[dotster001]

You know what a mean entitled girl is ? Like Idia, Vil, malleus, rook, crewel and Crowley standing up for the reader who is being harassed by a mean girl?

Maybe for Crowley and crewel the reader can be a teacher and the mean girl can be a rsa teacher?

Fluff plz

(thank you for the request and for brainstorming with me! I hope they came out how you hoped 🥺 this is a long one so buckle up folks)

Cw:mean girl stuff, use of slut in rooks part, fat shaming in Crewel's, fem!reader

A/N: I've said this in my pin post, but I age up characters to actual college age, because I am in college, and didn't realize until a few months in the characters were not. Everyone here is. 18+

Moments like these were why he hated to leave his room.

But he had promised to meet you in the library so he could help you understand magic and technology. You wanted to learn all about this world you'd been thrown into, and had been told Idia was the best person to ask about this type of magic.

It's not like he could tell you no! You were his player 2, his Persephone  (not that he'd told you that yet, but still)!

He had arrived just in time to see a richly clad preppy looking girl walk over to your table. Upon a second glance, he realized it was the daughter of one of the higher ups at Olympos INC.

He hid behind a bookshelf and waited. "You're that magicless nobody at NRC, right?"

You gave a tired laugh and gave an affirmative.

"Then you're the one Idia Shroud has been spending all his time with." He watched as she took her perfectly manicured hand and grabbed a lock of your hair, dragging you closer. He felt like he was going to be sick, and you looked like it.

The smile never left her face as she said, "Listen, dearie, Idia Shroud deserves to be with someone of his caliber, not some stupid girl who can't even perform magic." 

Idia felt something snap in him. How dare she talk to you that way! He left his hiding spot and demanded to know why she thought she could treat you like that.

The girl let go of your hair and began stuttering out an explanation but Idia wouldn't have it.

"Y/N is perfect for me! She understands me, and cares about me, and is such a bad ass. I'd like to see you defeat an overblotting mage when you have no magic!"

She continued stuttering but he interrupted. "Y/N is an SSR character, and you're just a normie. So stop wasting my time and get out of here."

She turned pale and ran. After Idia's rage had cleared he got embarrassed and realized everything he'd said.

Please give him hugs! And don't mention his pink hair! He can defend you, but actually talking to you is different, so please be patient with him!

Vil knew he wanted to date you, but he also knew that given his position, he would have to get both you and his fans used to each other. He was doing this by hanging out with you more in public, and posting photos of the two of you on friend outings.

It was ironic that his more aggressive fans would catch up to you on the day he had planned to ask you to be his girlfriend.

You were at a cafe, and he had had you pick out a table while he grabbed your drinks. When he turned around, he saw a crowd led by  a flawlessly styled girl.

The crowd was yelling at you until the girl held up her hand for silence. "What makes you think you can date Vil Schoenheit?" "Oh, we're not…" you tried to deny it but she interrupted you. 

"I've done some research on you. And from what I can see, nothing about you is worthy of him." You looked down at the table, and he heard you faintly whisper, "you're right."

The girl grinned. "I'm glad we have an understanding. Now get out of here before you embarrass yourself further."

You stood up to leave as Vil elegantly strode over to you. He gently took your chin in his hand and gave you a soft kiss on your lips. When he pulled back, he said, "I've got our drinks, my sweet potato, but I don't think we should stay here. The people here seem much too uncouth for my preferences." You gave a shocked nod, and the two of you left, the girl's mouth gaping in shock. 

Once you reached a secondary location, Vil apologized for kissing you without permission then asked if you were alright. Once you gave him an affirmative, he gently pushed your hair out of your face and with a coy smile said, "you know, I wouldn't mind the opportunity to kiss you again. After all, you owe me for the coffee, and for saving you from that crowd."

The next day, a photo of the two of you was posted on his magicam, officially announcing your relationship, and the caption stating that he had fallen for the fairest one of all.

Malleus and you had been dating for quite some time, but had agreed to keep it quiet until his graduation and coronation.

Unfortunately, this meant that he was still receiving unwanted attention from both men and women who wanted a political marriage.

Today, a fae woman from a well off family was spending the day with him. He knew that her family had wanted a political marriage with him, but I stead of ruining all ties, he humored her request to visit him for the day.

It was needlessly bothersome. She was truly a skin deep woman, who spent most of the day flattering him, and batting her lashes at him.

The only good part of his day was when he got to see you for a couple of minutes at lunch time. You had sought him out with some extra sweets you had bought for him, introduced yourself to the fae woman and gone on your way. 

There was no reason for his guest to think anything of your relationship, but being the only girl in an all boy's school had her immediately deem you a threat.

Now, in the midst of her flattery, she was throwing in subtle insults at you, your standing, your character, anything she thought she could glean from your brief meeting.

"I can't even imagine what it is like for you to have to attend classes with a useless human." That did it. Diplomacy be damned. He whirled in on the woman, and the sky outside grew dark and stormy.

"Useless? Where were you when I was lonely? Where were you when I needed anything? Y/N is my child of man, your future queen, and you will treat them with the respect that a human of their intelligence, kindness, and beauty deserves." The woman cowered Infront of him, thoroughly chastised. He turned on his heels, and said, "This visit is over" without looking back at her.

As he was walking away he was surprised to find you running down the hallway. When you spotted him, your face relaxed in relief and you made your way to him.

"Mal Mal! I saw the storm, are you alright?" If he hadn't already fallen for you, he would have fallen deeper in love right then with your sweet eyes looking up at him full of concern, only for him.

"Yes my child of man," he cupped your face gently. "All is well."  The storm cleared, and all was well. He would protect you no matter who he had to upset. You were worth it.

Rook was out hunting. For you. So he wasn't really hunting, He was just watching you from the top of a tree and basking in your presence.

You probably knew he was there. You were so incisive like that. It's why you were his favorite prey. 

As he watched, he saw a girl make her way over to you. He could sense only bad intentions from her, but what kind of hunter would he be if he intervened while you defended yourself!

The girl stood in front of you and gave a sugary artificial smile. "You're Y/N, right?" Once you gave a nod, she sat down with you.

She began to talk non stop while you just sat there listening. After a while he heard her say, "You know, most of the guys here have a crush on you." Rook held back a growl. He knew that, but said men who had a crush on you had an unspoken agreement not to say anything about it.

"Oh." That was all you said in response. Rook wondered if this was the first time you'd thought about it. It seemed to be. 

"Yeah," the girl continued. "And you're the only girl at an all boy's school." You looked like you were about to ask what she was doing here then, when she said, "I'm just here visiting my brother. But from what I hear, it seems as though you enjoy the attention." She gave a withering glare. "My brother says you'll spend time with any boy who asks. One guy isn't enough for you, huh?" Rook knew it was coming, but he was still filled with rage when he heard it. "Slut."

He jumped down from the tree immediately. The girl was startled, but you were not. He was right, you'd known he was there. But the pride he'd felt from that was overshadowed by the urge to protect his lapin.

"Mademoiselle, it would be better for you not to listen to baseless rumors, and then spread them around. It is not a beautiful look for you."

She tried to swallow her shock, and retort, "It's not baseless. I heard from my brother, and she clearly relishes the attention."

Rook tilted his head to the side. "Yes, I'm sure madame trickster enjoys the men who leer at her like a piece of meat. I'm sure she enjoys having to triple check that her doors are locked at night. And I'm sure she adores having to worry about the men who she turned down, of which I'm sure your brother is one." He gave her a withering glare. "Even if she did enjoy the attention, it would be no concern of yours."

She looked frightened, but still managed to storm off. He then turned his attention to you. "Are you alright mon ange?" You nodded, and thanked him for defending you. "Non, non, to see your beautiful face married with worry would be a burden I could not bear." He playfully placed his hat on your head down over your eyes, and relished in your giggles.

He knew today wouldn't be a good time to confess, but when he did, he would definitely want to hear more of that laugh.

After you'd graduated, and still hadn't found a way to return home, he had offered you a job at the college as his full time assistant. After a couple years, and actually getting paid for your efforts, the two of you had become closer.

Trein was preparing to retire. You were at a meeting with a prospective new teacher who was applying for his position. You were taking notes while Crowley asked her questions. It was moments like these that he couldn't see himself without you. You were just the dynamic duo!

When the interview was over, he had you show her out. He was planning on asking you to dinner after this, so he was hastily trying to finish any remaining paperwork while he waited for you to return. 

It had been quite a while, and now he was starting to worry. You had handled numerous dangerous situations by yourself, so he knew you could handle yourself. But he still felt like he should check on you.

When he found you, you looked shaken as the teacher he  was interviewing was talking down to you. "That's what I thought. All that education was wasted on you. You'll never be better than an arm candy assistant."

He waited for you to fight back, but you just looked tired. How long had she been going at you like this? You'd never give up easily, so it must have been for just slightly too long.

"Y/N, there you are, I was beginning to worry." He strode over to you, "You know I can't possibly run this school without you right? You'd been taking so long, I'd almost accidentally sold the Savannahclaw dorm!"

"Again?" You said with a roll of your eyes. There he'd gotten your mind off her insults. Now to deal with her.

"You see, I'm mostly headmage in name only at this point. Y/N here is in charge of everything, the financials, admissions, student therapy, hiring. If we lost her, the school would surely go up in flames. My graciousness can only go so far!"

At the word "hiring" he saw the teacher blanch. She made a hasty excuse and apology, and dashed out of there.

"Thanks for your kind words, headmage, but I don't really deserve…" "It's Crowley, my dear," he interrupted. "And before you start telling yourself you don't deserve praise, you should know that even though I am endlessly kind, I don't throw words around lightly. I meant every bit of it." He gently took your hand. "I would be lost without you." 

You're smile was all the thanks he needed, and the two of you stood in comfortable silence for a moment before he interrupted it. "We should probably go buy back the Savannaclaw dorm though…." "Crowley!!!!!"

Crewel had called you and Vil into his office after the fairy gala. Crewel had offered you a part time position modeling at his side company. You'd never considered yourself conventionally attractive, but they assured you that wasn't a problem. You had a great dignity, could hold up under pressure, and looked good in Crewel's designs. That's all that mattered.

At the time you had accepted because you figured it would be a great way to make some spare change to support yourself and Grim on until you went home, but as time went on you never went home, and now you had a rather large following, a diploma from NRC, and a full time job at his modeling company.

Crewel would rather spend his time with you, but he still worked at NRC, so he had left you for the day, and hoped he would get to see you work with the designer your manager had suggested for you when he came back.

He came back to see a woman in very heavy, very real looking firs, staring at you like you were dirt.

He walked in as she was circling you, and he recognized her immediately. He made a note to himself to fire your manager, because this designer was on his do not work with list, and he walked into what was surely a blood bath.

"Ah, Divus." She said coldly. "Would you care to tell me why this is your best model? She's quite plain, and much too fat for my work, that I had assumed it was a joke when I walked in here. And! She has something against real furs, and 'non sustainably sourced material's C'mon Divus. Has your company sunk so low?"

You were not fat. You just weren't skinny enough that you could count your ribs. There were two things that Crewel would not stand for; cruelty to animals, and cruelty to humans. Without fail, this designer always did both.  Normally he would have shown her out by now, but she had clearly gotten under your skin.

"Y/N is my best model. She isn't, she's just not starved, which I know is not your preference. She's got a good head on her shoulders, and understands the long term consequences a designer like you can have on our world. It's not even her world, but she still cares more than you. That should tell you something."

She was about to interrupt, but he smacked his whip into his palm. "Bad puppies do not get to speak. You would be lucky to work with a model as wonderful as my Y/N. Unfortunately, your luck has run out, and I will need you to leave the premises immediately.

The designer left with a huff. Crewel walked over to you. "Are you alright?" You gave him a smile and an assuring nod. He placed his hand on your head and missed your hair a little. "Good pup."

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst idia #idia x reader #vil shoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #divus crewel #divus crewel x reader #twst crowley #twst crowley x reader

[flowersandbigteeth]

Please mother🥺🥺🥺 some more surprisingly subby vampire daddy?

Idk maybe some blood drinking? Pretty please? Um… he did mention that reader was still lactating…

Levi's story has been missing vampire bites for a while now ^_^

General Plot: You leave Meryl's adoption party early and get some alone time with Levi

Vampire (Levi) x mom reader

Word Count: 1.5k

W: sfw vampire fluff, biting

💕 SFW MASTERPOST 💕 <-- find previous parts of the story here!

Tag: @pinkrose1422

“No, you may not touch her,” Levi snapped at the vampire who was trying to impress him by complimenting his baby. Most of the hundreds of vampires present at Meryl’s adoption party did not really care about her. They only hoped to get closer to Levi through her, but he was having none of it. 

He was too shrewd to trust any vampire enough to let them lay a finger on her, but the younger vampires tried anyway. For her part Meryl was only interested in her daddy, not the nameless faces that she was introduced to out of politeness. She cooed and giggled at him, playing with his hair and trying to grab at his fangs while he talked. 

The party was beautiful. Levi had organized a large hall to host the hundreds of guests he’d invited and decorated the whole thing with lovely pink flowers. What was not covered in flowers had been draped with black silk shimmering under the chandeliers. 

The two of you stood at the front, greeting guests as Levi introduced you and Meryl to whoever dared approach. At the moment Levi’s attention was just elsewhere, speaking to a pair of vampire women who were assuring him they knew exactly the right way to hold a baby.

“She’s just a little thing, isn’t she?” you overheard one of the vampires comment. 

“For now,” he preened, “she’s going to grow up big and strong and I’m going to raise her to be a menace.” 

You tried to stifle your giggle. Levi wanted nothing but to spoil his daughter so she’d be confident and independent. He never wanted her to feel like she needed a partner to provide her something she didn’t already have. 

“Are you going to change her?” one of the vampire’s asked, “she’s so weak and vulnerable.” 

He didn’t miss the hungry edge to her voice. 

“Shoo,” he said to the nosy vampires, sending them away, before turning to you.

“Are you enjoying the party?” he asked, shifting the wiggling Meryl into a more comfortable position in his arms. 

You took in a deep breath and smiled. 

“I have to be honest, being in a room with three hundred vampires is a little…intimidating,” you admitted. 

“We can retire,” he offered, “the rest of them will enjoy the party whether we are here or not.” 

“Are you sure that’s okay?” you asked, “I don’t want to spoil it for you.” 

He laughed. 

“The point was for Meryl to be seen and to make my claim of her public,” he said, “we’ve accomplished that. It’s fine to end the night early.” 

He called over one of his minions and asked them to pull the car around and then he shuffled you past the crowds of curious vampires. 

The night was calm and cool, feeling a bit refreshing on your cheeks. As he looked down at your gentle face, while you waited for the limo, Levi was so aware of your humanity. You were soft and vulnerable, all things he wanted to and could change. He adored your warm body against his cooler one, but he also worried over your safety. 

You mulled over the vampire’s words in your head. Would Levi change your daughter?

“Are you going to change her when she’s old enough?” you asked suddenly when the three of you were situated in the vehicle. 

He drew his brow as if he were struggling with something. 

“That would be far in the future,” he said evasively, “but I’d rather you do it.”

You blinked at him. 

“Me?” you asked. 

He nodded. 

“I think it’s something a mother should do if she wants it,” he said. 

“You’re really going to make me like you?” you asked. 

He nodded, smiling. 

“I don’t want to have you for just a few human years and then spend the rest of eternity grieving you,” he said, “I want us to be together forever…and for you to be able to defend yourself. My world can be brutal.” 

“Wh-what does it feel like?” you asked, both curious and apprehensive. 

“My bite?” he asked, smirking, “A vampire’s bite is very euphoric. You won't be in pain.” 

Levi had held himself back from biting you, not necessarily to change you, but to taste the decadent blood that ran in your veins. He didn’t want you to be frightened of him. You had already been through so much, but you smelled delicious and his mouth watered whenever you were near. His fangs ached to sink into your tender flesh. 

The rest of the ride home was silent, with the occasional baby babble from Meryl, as you considered what Levi had told you. 

As you put Meryl in her bassinet for a nap, you couldn’t help feel unease. Did you really want to be a vampire? What would it be like? Would you lose some part of yourself? The questions buzzed around in your brain like gnats. 

“Why do you look so worried, love?” Levi asked, appearing silently behind you. 

He placed his cool hands on your shoulders, leaning down to graze his nose along the column of your neck. He could drink up your sweet scent all day if you’d let him. 

“Nothing,” you said, pulling away and making your way out of the room with Meryl’s baby monitor, so as not to wake her with your conversation. 

Levi frowned as he followed you into a small alcove in his mansion decorated with large, lovely plants and a few comfortable couches. He didn’t like when your thoughts shifted inward, away from him. 

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he all but begged, “I’m sure whatever it is I can fix it for you.” 

You gave him a small smile. Levi was always so eager to please you. Sighing to yourself, you collected your thoughts. He wouldn’t leave it be, so you had to tell him.

“I’m just…frightened…of becoming like you,” you said softly, looking at your folded hands. 

You glanced up into his scarlet eyes and he nodded thoughtfully, sliding his larger hands over yours. 

“Physically, you will change…and your abilities might make you slightly different…maybe raise your confidence a bit, but you will still be you,” he explained, “the essence of who you are always stays the same. Thieves who become vampires are still thieves. Flirts are still flirty. It doesn’t strip away who you are, but adds to it.” 

You gave him a slight nod, staring back at your hands. 

“I just want to be a good mom,” you admitted, “and I want to be able to protect Meryl. So I feel conflicted.” 

He gave you a half smile, tipping your face up to meet his with a long, pale finger. 

“You are and will always be a good mother to Meryl,” he said softly, “that is one of the things I like most about you, among a million other things.” 

His eyes were beautiful garnets baring his soul to you. He truly believed what he said. 

“Can I…Can you…um…try it?” you asked. 

Your curiosity had gotten the better of you and as you said the words Levi’s irises flashed a bright stoplight red. Your cheeks immediately got hot and his eyes dropped lustfully to your neck.

“I mean…not turning me, yet…Just a bite…so I know how it’s going to feel?” you said. 

He had to stifle his grin, so as not to frighten you away, though he was elated you’d asked. Licking his lips absently he tried to school his bubbling emotions. 

“Are you sure?” he managed to grind out without sounding as excited as he felt. 

You nodded at him and tipped your head to the side, exposing your neck, and squeezed your eyes shut. Levi chuckled to himself, brushing a cool finger over the soft, warm flesh. 

“Just relax,” he purred, putting a bit of compulsion into his voice so your body lost some of the tightness you were holding on to. 

A firm hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer to him and you felt his cool breath on your neck. He had to go slow or else he would lose himself to blood lust. A tingle rippled through your body when you felt his tongue slide over your skin, tasting you. 

“You don’t know how delicious you are,” he said softly and you shivered under his touch, “I’ll be very gentle.” 

A moment later there was a brief prick of pain, followed by pure euphoria. The wave of pleasure crashed over you, consuming you completely and you naturally leaned into him. The connection between the two of you was electric and you shuddered feeling like you were orgasming everywhere all at once.  You didn’t know up or down, only Levi, his strong hands clutching you. He was almost grounding you, so you didn’t sleep completely away into the oblivion his bite was manifesting.  

He had to will himself to stop drinking your sweet blood. You were just as delicious as he’d imagined and it was a struggle to pull away. 

“Noooo,” you heard yourself croon, and you now understood why people fell victim to vampires so easily. If he’d meant to kill you, you would have welcomed death, consumed with the pleasure he brought you. 

It took a few moments to come back to yourself and you blinked, vision clearing to find Levi panting and looking you over. 

“What do you think?” he asked nervously and your cheeks burned. 

“Um…” you gasped a bit, catching your own breath before looking up at him, “we could try that again…sometime…” 

A smug smile spread on his face. 

“We should give you some time to rest,” he said, playing with a lock of your hair, “vampire bites can be addictive.” 

You nodded because you could see why. You hadn’t wanted him to stop. Only now that your head was clearing were you aware of how utterly lost to him you’d become. Without waiting for an answer he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to bed, sliding in after you. 

“Sleep now,” he whispered, willing the complicated thoughts out of your mind and compelling you into a restful slumber, while he silently watched you rest.

#monster x girl #monster boyfriend #monster lover #sfw monster fluff #monster oc #vampire x reader #angst #yandere fluff #male yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #vampire boyfriend #vampire #monster x reader

[gvfmarge]

My first fic????!!! Who am I??

Jakey blurb:

I’m so so nervous to post this. I don’t have many followers and I haven’t really interacted with many of you. But I just had this idea in my head and I had to write it down, it’s super duper short. I’m not a writer by any means and I didn’t really edit this, so please be kind. 🥺

This is loosely based off of my experience with my 2 babies and our first days at home. (It’s really not as beautiful as this makes it out to be and the exhaustion is REAL- in case you don’t have kiddos)

This is probably a flop and I doubt anyone will actually read but here it is. Also, I’m on mobile so I hope this posts okay and is readable. Again, please be kind and I would always love some type of feedback or critiques!!

Trigger warnings: Newborns and exhaustion. Really nothing but pure sickening fluff.

Jake (husband/dad) x Reader

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“Are you just soooo hungry, is my sweet girl just starving to death?” He hums to her as he zips up the lilac colored floral footie pajamas. As he scoops her up from the changing table, he turns to you with his toothy grin. “Momma’s right here baby.” He hushes her cries with his whispered promises. Jake slips Nora into your arms and gently sinks down into the bed beside you.

You’ve always loved Jake. You’ve loved him since the first time you met eyes. He takes up every ounce of your heart. But there is just something in the way he rocks your daughter, something in the way he sings to her, the way he looks at you while you’re holding her that makes you realize you never knew how much you actually loved him. You never believed your heart could hold any more love for this man, but watching him love the child you created with him has made you feel like the world has stopped for only you and your new family.

Today is your second full day of being home from the hospital after giving birth. It’s nothing like you imagined, it’s harder than you ever imagined but Jake has been nothing short of amazing. You have never felt more taken care of and cherished before.

“I can’t believe she’s actually real.” He says looking down at her in awe while she nurses. You can see the love in his eyes, you can feel it radiating off of him. It has enveloped your entire life now. Every inch of your house is full of love because of this new life you have brought into it.

“I know, I still feel like it’s all a dream actually.” You whisper back, leaning your head on his shoulder. “It felt like she would never be here and here she is.” He hums in response and turns his head to kiss your forehead. You both sit tangled together while you feed Nora until she finally falls asleep in your arms.

Jake eventually slides off the bed when he notices your eyes getting heavy. “Let me take her for a while baby, you need to nap.” He says stretching out his arms to lift her off of your chest. “Are you sure? I’m okay, I really don’t feel tired.” As you’re yawning, you realize just how exhausted you are. Jake has barely let you lift a finger since you’ve been home from the hospital. He’s changed almost every diaper, cooked every meal, woken up with Nora almost every hour at night to help you feed her. “Aren’t you tired too? You’ve done so much, lay down with me and we can cuddle while she naps.” You’re hoping he agrees, you really don’t want him to take her and you really don’t want him to leave either.

He places Nora in her bassinet beside the bed and places his hand on her chest and she settles back down into sleep. He slowly walks to turn off the lamps around the room and closes the curtains, stretching his arms above his head as he walks back to his side of the bed and almost crashes his body into the mattress. “I’m so glad you said that because I think I might die if I don’t sleep.” He says muffled into his pillow.

You giggle at his dramatics and curl into his side, pulling the blankets up over your shoulders. “I love you so much, Jake. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to show you just how much.”

“You already have baby, you’ve given me everything I could ever want and more. You’ve given me the perfect little family, that is all mine. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

As you both drift off into your nap, you both can’t help but smile through the exhaustion. Understanding now just how much this is all you’ve ever wanted.

#Greta van fleet #fanfic #gvf #jake kiszka x reader #fluff #Jake blurb #jake kiszka #jake kiszka blurb #jake kiszka fic #greta van fleet fic #gvf fic #jake fluff #jake kiszka fluff #my writing

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

i am a SUCKER for Dad Joel. was thinking maybe a pre pandemic story where reader and joel are trying for another child but cant so they adopt ellie (bc let's face it sarah and ellie would have ruled the world together)

*absolutly love your work babes 💕*

Thank you so much, darling! I'm glad you've been enjoying it. I did just melt my own heart writing this. 🤍🥺😭

I feel like it would be solid two years after the wedding. You had started trying even way before that but it never worked. No matter what you tried and trust me on it you two tried everything. Joel spent his breaks flipping through different magazines and books looking for any new ideas on how to get pregnant. But nothing happened no matter the acrobatics you two get on to. Money was tight as it was so getting through IVF or even getting you both properly tested for now was out of the picture. So you had given up on the idea of having your kids.

Joel could tell that it had started to weigh on you even if you tried to hide it and smiled through it. The smile was fake, Joel knew it. He had heard you crying for weeks at night. Alone in the bathroom. Thinking that Joel was asleep and you were safe to let your guard down. But he heard it all. You soul-crushing sobs, that even an open tap couldn't muffle out. He had wanted to bring it up multiple times but somehow he felt that it would only make it worse.

"Is everything okay with mom?", Sarah had asked him one morning when you didn't come downstairs for breakfast. Joel stiffened for a moment, "Of course hun. Why are ya asking?". Sarah's eyes were on the plate. She was old enough to understand when things weren't okay back at home. She also had grown up with you by her side so she knew you. "I just... Do you know that mom's been crying a lot lately?", Sarah didn't dare to meet her father's gaze and Joel in a way was thankful because he knew that the look on his daughter's face would have broken him. With a sigh, he pushed the skillet away from the heat.

"You know... We've been trying to get you a sibling", Joel said while pulling out a chair, Sarah instantly looked up with that hopeful gleam and Joel had to clench his jaw tightly, "But I'm afraid we won't be able to".

Sarah shook her head, "Why?", "We don't know. The doctor thinks there might be something wrong..."

A part of Joel felt weird explaining it to Sarah but they were so close. You all had been. You all talked about anything and everything, there were few to no topics that you all haven't discussed together. "But...", Sarah trailed off, "Mom will be okay?" Joel wished he knew an answer to that. The truth was he didn't. He wished he could make it better. Help you fulfill the desire of becoming a mother. "We just need to give her a lot more love now. Show her how much we appreciate her", Joel ran his fingers through Sarah's hair, as she bit her lip, "Can we make her breakfast in bed?", she suggested and Joel couldn't help a smile that spread across his lips. He knew that you two had done a wonderful job raising Sarah, "We sure can, baby girl".

They had done just that for the next couple of months. Joel had found a way to take a couple of days off. Taking his little family on a little road trip. As you all went on a hike, camping by the lakeside, enjoying the peace and quiet. Yet the biggest gift to Joel was seeing a smile on your face once again. A smile that reached your eye as you and Sarah sat in a flower field making flower crowns. Crowns that Joel happily wore as you both giggled away.

Sarah found you sat by the kitchen counter, biting your lip nervously as you looked through a pile of papers spread across the counter. "What are you doing?", her voice made you jump slightly as you turned to her. Shaking your head slightly, "Come look at this", you moved slightly, making space for her. Sarah frowned slightly not understanding what she was looking at. "Adoption options", you said to her quietly, "They send over a couple of matches for our family". Sarah scanned over the pictures splattered around. Taking a hold of the only baby picture there. Ellie the name tag read. Sarah turned to you, "She just got placed in the adoption facility. Her mother died while giving birth to her", you muttered. "Are we going to meet her?", your daughter's question took you by surprise slightly, "Would you want to?", Sarah nodded her head in agreement. "We'll talk it through with your dad then".

You were rubbing your hands together nervously as you drove to the adoption center. Joel was quick to place a hand on your thigh, slowly stroking your skin. "Breathe, gorgeous", he said softly, "What if she hates us?", you muttered, turning to him slightly, "Love, she's just over five months", "Yes, but she could still hate us. Hate me". Sarah reached out her hand towards the front seat, placing her hand onto your shoulder, "Mom, you are the best. I doubt there's a single soul who hates you". Joel hummed in response, "I agree with our mushroom over here", Sarah gasped, "Out of all the nicknames...", "You prefer fishy better?", Joel teased, making Sarah cross her arms over her chest as she sat back, "I will turn my sister against you and then we'll see who will be a mushroom", she said, making your heart skip a beat that she was already referring to her as a sister.

The time spent in a hallway felt like a lifetime. You managed to sit for the first five minutes but then your nerves got the best of you so you opted to passing the corridor. Sarah was invested in all the little cards and buckles on the table. Joel stood beside you. Arms wrapped around you as he occasionally pressed a kiss or two to your shoulders or neck. In hopes of making some of the nerves melt away. To remind you that you were in this together. That he was here. Like he have always been. And no matter what happened you three were going to get through it.

"The Millers?", a lady called out making you spin towards her in an instant, "Nice to meet you, I'll be supervising you today". She went on to explain how everything usually worked around here. The number of times you would have to come by and see Ellie before they would issue a statement allowing you to adopt the girl if that ended up being your final destination. But you barely heard any of it. Thankful for Joel who kept the conversation going, noting the most important things. Light cries filled the room as you four stepped inside, the desire to soothe the babe instantly blossomed inside you.

You stepped closer to the crib, "She's fussy today, so don't let it set you off", the lady said moving to reach for her but you quickly cut in, "Could I?". The woman only smiled, allowing you to carefully pick the fussy little girl up, as you held her closer to your chest. "Hi, baby girl. I know, I know that it's so scary", you cooed at her, brushing your thumb over her flushed cheek, "But I've got you, sweetie". Ellie's cries died down almost in an instant, her big eyes now staring up at you. You rocked her gently in your arms, smiling at her softly.

Sarah stepped closer to you, moving to look at the bundled-up baby. She took the backpack from her shoulders, reaching in to pull out a tiny dinosaur. She looked up as if asking for permission to also approach her. You moved down to sit on the chair that stood by the crib, allowing Sarah to see Ellie better. She wiggled the stuffy in front of the baby, making different sounds that eventually had Ellie flashing a gummy smile at her.

Joel watched you two from the side. He never doubted Sarah being an awesome big sister. That kid had so much love to give as it was. He knew that sharing it with someone else would have only made his little sunshine happier. But it was you who had Joel captivated. The way your body instantly fell into a motherly state. A wave of proudness washed over him. That was his wife there. Cradling a baby to her chest.

"Dad you should hold her", Sarah said, stepping to the side as she watched her father who had been lost in his mind. "Let your mother bond with her, sweetheart", he said softly but you shook your head, "She's right, you should hold her. She's been looking at you for a while now", you said, standing up carefully. Joel realized just how long it had been since he had held a baby. And his mind instantly jumped to a thousand and one ways that he could hurt her by accident. Support the neck, he told himself, don't press too hard, just hold her steady.

But the moment Joel felt the weight of her in his arms. With you still standing close to him. As Ellie gripped onto your finger. Joel suddenly felt complete. As if this wiggly worm in his arms was exactly what his family had been missing. The warmth of his body soothed the baby and after a close inspection of the man holding her, Ellie's eyes started to grow heavy. "That's a big yawn, baby girl", Joel muttered quietly as he carefully brushed his hand over her head. Sarah walked closer to you two, wrapping her arms around you both, and resting her head on Joel's side. You four just stood there for some time. Joel rested his head onto yours, as the baby between the two of you drifted into a calm sleep. Not a single drop of worry in your body. The lady stood there with a pleased smile on her face, knowing full well that you three were going to give Ellie the best and most loving home she could ever hope to get.

#bubble with bubbles 🫧 #joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller x you #joel miller #the last of us imagine #the last of us x reader #the last of us x you

[dearshelby]

Maybe I could request a headcanon with protective dad tommy?

Please 🙏🥺

Okay, I rarely write about dad!Tommy so this might not be one of my best works, hope you like nevertheless! This wasn't proofread

The pearl necklace | T.S

Summary: No one can yell at Tommy's baby girl, not even the mother.

The house was awfully quiet for a friday night, no high heels against the wood floor, no teenage groups wreaking havoc in the garden or jazz playing loudly on the living room's gramophone.

Working in his office, Tommy was suspicious but still grateful for the rare silent hours, since after his daughter turned sixteen, she brought friends over nearly every week.

However, silence didn't last long, in a sudden move, Victoria entered the office with a desperate look on her face.

"Dad," she started, "you need to help me!"

"Woah, woah, what happened?" he stood up.

"I took mum's pearl necklace to wear at a birthday party, but the clasp broke and now she's going to kill me!"

With a weak sigh, he was relieved nothing grave happened and at the same time entertained by his daughter's exaggerated reaction.

"It's just a necklace, Victoria, tell your mum what happened and she'll understand," Tommy soothed.

"No! You don't understand! This is from the jewelry box she told me not to take anything from! She said this is the first real pearls you gave her!"

He gulped, that changed things entirely, his wife didn't wear her older jewels often but she kept them very dearly. The first expensive one he gave her surely must be the most cherished.

"Let me see,"

Inspecting the delicate clasp, Tommy got the conclusion the damage was unfixable, the necklace couldn't be of good quality if it broke after a few years. He doubted y/n would understand that.

"Well, ugh," he looked at Victoria, "go to a jeweler and try to get one that looks alike, your mum won't notice the difference,"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, take some ponds from the bedroom's drawer, go on,"

As the teenager left the office, Tommy weakly smiled, glad his child trusted him enough to ask for help to escape from her mother's fury. It was something he'd never do with his own dad.

However, the sweet moment didn't last long, Y/N entered the office without knocking, her eyes immediately set on the broken necklace.

"Tommy- Victoria! What have you done?!" she took the pearls from the girl's hands.

"I- I was going to tell you-" the youngster stuttered.

"You broke it! I let you wear all my jewelry except-"

"Y/N," Tommy interrupted, "it was an accident,"

"Did you know about this?!"

"I just did,"

"Mum-" Victoria tried to speak.

"You shut up! You have your own pearls, why did you take mine?! These ones especially?!"

"They're thinner than mine! They matched my dress better and I was gonna put it back on place, but-"

"But you broke them!!!"

"Y/N, it's alright, stop yelling," Tommy once again interrupted, "Victoria, go to your party but be back at eight, go on,"

Finally alone, the couple switched a tense stare.

"Are you seriously siding with her?"

"We're a family, there's no side," he argued.

"She took and broke my necklace, Tommy, one of the important ones and you still let her go to the fucking party,"

"Didn't you hear? I told her to be back at eight, usually she's stays out until ten,"

"Listen," she sighed, "I know no one yells at our baby and I might've been too much, I recognize it, but this necklace was important to me, Tom, she needs to learn actions have consequences,"

"And she will, but it won't be by you yelling at her face,"

Watching how upset his wife looked, he bit his inner cheek, the very first expensive jewel he gave her was ruined, it was understandable.

"Come here," he called, hugging her from behind when she got close, "I'll get you a new one, alright? One prettier and twice as expensive,"

"No, there's no need," she denied, "but perhaps you could talk to Victoria about limits?"

"Limits, eh?" Tommy weakly chuckled, "I'll see what I can do,"

#tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #request

[ikeromantic]

Hi, it's me again ahahha. I enjoyed your writing on Ikemen Prince with Baby on work~

Can you also do one for Chevalier and Clavis? 🥺😁

Ahaha I have to admit, this is something I've thought about from time to time. So, here's approx. 1300 words of Chev and Clavis as papas!

Chevalier

Chevalier stared down at the squirming little thing in his arms. It was the most ridiculous creature. Big, ice-blue eyes stared back at him intently, set in a face much like his own. “If I put you down, are you going to cry?” 

The baby - his daughter - burbled at him nonsensically and then grabbed at his cloak. She caught the fur and stuck it right into her mouth. 

Chevalier patiently removed the fur from her grasp. “What did I tell you? Only food goes into your mouth.” His strict voice belied the tender look in his eyes as he said it, though he did not realize what expression he wore when he looked at his daughter. “I wonder how any child lives to adulthood, sticking random things in their mouths.” He was very sure he’d never done that and there was no one around but Sariel to dispute him.

The baby did not have an answer for him, but she waved her hands in the air above her, reaching for his cloak again. 

He unhooked it and laid it against the back of the chair, safely out of baby-reach. Proactive strategy. Difficult when your opponent gave you so little to work with. “Now. I am going to read. And you are going to be a quiet good girl until your mother comes back.” Chev glared down at the little bundle of joy fiercely. 

“Ama-amamama ah?”

Chev paused mid-breath. “Did you . . . say mama?” 

“Ama-ahamama-aaahhhh!” She squealed at him and stuck her fist into her mouth to bite at it.

The king felt his face stretch into a wide smile. He,and he alone, heard the princess’ first words. Of course. It was a very common word. Mama. But he felt pride swell his chest. He couldn’t wait to see Emma’s face when she heard. 

“Now for your second word,” he told the little princess. “Paaa-paaa . . . paaa - say it.” His eyes gleamed with the ferocious inner light of a tiger teaching its young.

“Ahhh? Bluhbluh . . .” The baby squealed and then went back to sucking on its fist. 

“Paaa. P.” Chev formed the first letter slowly and repeated it several times. “If you can say mama, I know you can say papa. Stubbornness is not a becoming trait. Paaa-paaa.”

His daughter reached up and tried to grab at his chin, giggling and he could not help but laugh too.

Unnoticed in the doorway, Sariel stood with an armload of papers. He watched the king and princess with a gentle smile. Ater a moment, he turned and left as silently as he’d come.

Clavis

The princes of Rhodolite assembled in the garden, their expressions ranging from mild concern to hostile boredom. There were tables set out with an array of bizarre foods. Tarts in an unnatural shade of purple, vegetables with some kind of dangerous looking red glaze, a drink that might have been tea if it wasn’t blue. 

Yves and Licht sat at one table, looking nervous. Luke sprawled disinterestedly on a bench. Jin leaned against a rose-covered arch with his flask in hand - probably the only safe drink at this gathering. 

Rio stood to one side with a tray in hand. It held little cups of what looked like pudding, but it was matte green and had chunks of something yellow jutting out of it. He wasn’t allowing anyone to take one off the tray - not that anyone was asking. 

Leon was gamely chewing one of the violently purple treats, much to Sariel’s obvious horror. Nokto watched from a shaded bench in the corner, clearly hoping for a reaction from the 4th prince. 

“This had better not be a waste of my time.” Chev was the last to arrive, he stepped into the garden and gave the gathering a frosty look. 

Clavis had called them here upon his return from Jade, and no one was quite sure if that meant he was about to prank them or actually had important information to share. With the 3rd born prince, it could go either way or even be both. He was unpredictable, dangerously so. Even marriage and fatherhood had done little to tame him.

Cyran, soldier and confidante to Clavis, appeared at the entrance to the garden right behind Chevalier. “Oh, I promise you this will be worth your time, King Highness.”

Chev’s lip curled, but he sat down and crossed his arms. 

A moment later, Clavis arrived. He was beaming, his smile wider than usual. “Thank you so much for attending my little garden party. I really appreciate it!” 

No one replied, though Jin crossed his arms, almost a mirror of Chevalier's posture. 

“I hope you’re enjoying all my homemade goodies. All from things I bought while in Jade.”

“That’s not the only reason you asked us here, is it?” Sariel’s dry, business-like voice did not sound amused or even faintly interested in ‘goodies’.

Clavis laughed. “Of course not!” He swanned around the gathering, his smile wide and unchanging. “I asked you to come because I made the most fantastic discovery in the Jadean markets.”

“A new medicine,” Leon said hopefully.

“New weapons?” Chev asked with his usual icy disdain.

“Better.”

Nokto smirked. “I hope you aren’t about to show us another nude folio. King Highness did not appreciate that last time, and Yves is still too young for that kind of filth.”

“I might not mind,” Jin hummed. 

“No! I’m a married man now,” Clavis put a hand to his chest. “I can’t imagine wanting to look at anyone but my dear Emma.” 

“So . . . what is it then?” Licht frowned.

“Cyran.” Clavis gestured imperiously. The soldier gave a little bow and hurried off, returning a moment later with something in his arms. Someone, in fact. 

“Well, there it is. The prince has finally lost what mind he had left,” Sariel sighed. “You didn’t find your daughter in the Jadean markets, Clavis.”

The baby in Cyran’s arms wriggled, trying to get loose. She was just old enough that she’d started to walk, holding onto things and as wobbly as a new-born deer.

Clavis laughed. “Of course not! But look at her shoes!” The baby wore a pair of odd looking little shoes over her chubby feet. They were white and pink, with a cute bunny face topped by loppy little ears and a puffy cotton tail above the heel. 

“Baby shoes.” Chevalier said flatly. “You brought us here . . . for baby shoes.”

“Yes! Do you have any idea how hard it is to find cute little shoes that fit those chubby little feet? But in Jade they’ve made these shoes with stretchy tops, see?” He pointed out the way the top stretched over the little baby foot. “And it has a matching headband!” Clavis took it out of his pocket and put it on the baby’s head.

His daughter giggled and grabbed at the ears that now hung down on each side of her adorable face. Her lavender hair stuck up at odd angles where the band had bunched it, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“She does look pretty cute,” Yves said into the awkward silence. 

Licht had a gentle expression on his face, almost tender, as he nodded in agreement. 

The baby wriggled until Cyran had to set her down, holding her two little hands in his big calloused ones. She took a few wobbling steps toward Chevalier, and gave him a big smile. “Uhhnn!” 

Chev regarded her with an arctic glare. “Uncle. Chevalier. It’s not difficult to say.” 

“Uhhhn! ‘Val . . . ear!” The tiny princess pulled a hand loose from Cyran and waved it toward Chev. 

“Aww that’s so cute! But your name is too long. I bet she can say mine.” Jin crouched down to put himself at baby level. “Come on little bun-bun. Come to uncle Jin.”

Nokto chuckled. “Not even a year old and she’s bringing royalty to their knees.”

Chevalier stood. “I do not have time for this.” He stepped carefully around the baby and then walked briskly back toward the palace. It might have been easy to miss the gentle look he gave the child over his shoulder. Certainly, the gathered princes were too occupied to note it. 

Clavis looked entirely pleased with himself as the rest of his brothers tried for the baby’s attention. She loved being the center of things, and for once, he did not mind yielding the spotlight.

#ikemen prince #ikepri chevalier #ikepri clavis #chevalier michel #clavis lelouch #ikepri daddies #otome #otome guys #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff

[visd3stele]

Aww Criston with kids is such a cute imagine!🥺 Can you write an imagine where the reader is pregnant or is giving birth and Criston is so sweet and caring? 🥺🥺

bet! not tumblerinas having Ser Cole played by Fabien for a few episodes and already making him a DILF. good for us :))

masterlist ; requests

tw: pregnancy, giving birth

One. Two. Three

The afternoon glamour bathed you in lazy light. Through the haze of a long sleep drifting away, you heard the well known chime of your children laugh. It warmed your heart better than any sun could hope to do.

"Inside voices, you two." A whisper outside your bedroom door sent tingles down your spine. Your husband, Ser Criston Cole has asked for a couple of week off duty as you neared your due time with your pregnancy. "Mommy needs her rest for the baby.

"But aren't we going to wake her up right now?" Kase, your oldest, said. He would be turning seven next week. You were hoping the next baby won't arrive until after.

Criston chuckled softly and you could picture him ruffling your son's hair affectionately. "Yes. But that doesn't mean we can't do it softly."

"If mommy has to sleep, why do we wake her?" Rosyn, the little girl who has just learned to walk properly last year asked loudly, articulating each of her words.

"Shhh, whispers, Rosyn. Can you do that? Can you talk like daddy does right now?" You assumed your baby daughter nodded solemnly, imagining the little frown she made as she concentrates. "We're waking mommy up because she hasn't eaten today. Nor did she drink any water. And the maesters advice to keep her active."

A smirk crept on your face. It wasn't exactly what the old healers had in mind, but your husband kept you very active... at night, when the kids slept and couldn't hear you two.

You plopped down under the covers as the door handle moved. You felt the bed lowering where Criston and the kids sat. He watched you adoringly, reaching a hand to caress your face. "Alright, kids, how do we wake mommy up nicely?"

"Oh, I know," Kase whispered excitedly. He cupped your face in his small hands and kissed your forehead. "Wake up, mommy!" He said in the low voice his father asked of him.

"My turn, my turn," Rosyn managed to keep her voice down until she pressed her mouth to your face. Then she made a loud noise of kissing and yelled "Wakey, mommy, wakey!"

"Rosyn," Kase chastised his sister. But before a fight could issue, your burst out laughing. Criston was at your side faster than a second, helping you sitting up comfortably. He arranged the pillow at your back, dropping a kiss to your mouth as he did so. "Morning, mommy," he winked.

You hummed contented. "Good morning, my love," you mused at your husband, rubbing a hand over you swollen belly. "Morning, my babies," your other arm extended an invitation for a hug.

Rosyn jumped towards you immediately, being stopped by Criston who picked her up and placed her at your side gently. Kase mumbled "I'm not a baby," before relenting and climbing up on your other side.

You kissed each of your kids on top of their heads. Criston crossed his arms in feign offence. "No space for me? What is this? I want to sit next to mommy too."

"No!" Rosyn pulled her tongue out at him. "It's our mommy." Kase didn't say anything, but hugged you tight in support of his sister's proclamation.

"Come now, kids. That's not so nice, is it? Look how sad daddy is."

Criston pushed his lower lip out, exaggerating a tremble and sniffed.

"Oh, fine. He can come."

Criston broke into a wide smile, picking Rosyn up again, tickling her sides as he did and scooping both of them in your embrace. Her childish giggling made both you and Criston fall into a sweet fit of laughter.

You stroke Kase's hair, not wanting to make him feel left outside and met your husband's hand on your belly. It was then when the yet to be born baby decided to kick. Criston's eyes snaped into yours, awe and delight bursting through in the teary sparkles of dark, deep irises.

When you finally got out of bed, the kids made you sit on a colorful chair they painted earlier the morning. "Daddy made us the paint, but we picked the flowers."

"And I helped him even with making the paint."

"You're both so talented, sweeties. Thank you!"

Rosyn and Kase pointed to different shapes and color spots on the wooden chair, explaining their meaning. Criston was in the kitchen, chopping some cucumbers, cheese and bread to go with the boiled eggs. The kids helped him serve the table, none of them letting you do any work.

"Daddy said you grow our baby sibling and it's work enough from you."

"Yeah, you can't lift a finger, mommy."

"Did daddy say that?"

"Well, I said you shouldn't have to lift a finger." Criston approached the table slowly, kneeling at your feet and cupping your baby bump in his palms. He peppered it with kisses as you threaded your fingers through his messy curls. "You should only focus on the making of our child. I can't imagine how exhausted that must be."

"It's all worth it," you whispered honestly, stealing a look at your two bundles of joy currently painting some of their toys with what was left from the colors made that morning.

Hours later, when the sun soaked the horizon in bright, warm colors while the moon climbed the sky with her cold, sweet silver crown, you felt a wet spot forming fast between your legs. You were sewing clothes for the baby in front of the fire - or trying tom, as you often forgot your work and watched Criston play with the kids on the boar fur carpet he hunted for on his own.

"Criston," you called, voice small and weak with so many emotions, so different you couldn't identify, nor separate them all. You were happy, of course, to bring your baby to life in the loving family you and your husband created. But you were also terrified. Giving birth was no easy task - the unbearable pain you would never understand how you survived twice already, the looming threat of death, the long hours of labor when you could do nothing but wait and push, wait and push as contrations broke your body.

"It's time." You added. But it was no need for it. Criston was already rushing the kids gently to the door, yelling for his page to fetch the midwife.

"Listen my dearests, your baby sibling is coming now. Kase, you remember when your sister was born we took you to the neighbors for the night, right?" When the boy nodded, Criston continued: "I want you to do the same now. And take care of Rosyn until I come for you. Can you do that?"

The boy nodded again. You whaled in pain, holding your belly as you walked around the room with a hand, as the other supported your weight on the walls.

Kase tried to look brave. He did remember how bad you screamed when Rosyn was born. He could hear it from next door. He has cried the whole night until Criston picked him up and he saw you in your bed, feeding a small baby girl. He ran to hug you, which your husband helped with, and didn't stop from crying until he saw you smiling at him. "Meet your younger sister, my sweet boy. Rosyn."

The oldest kid knew you will be fine, despite his hectic beating heart pumping ice in his veins. You just had to. But the little one started crying. "Is mommy dying?"

"No, baby, no," Criston hugged her tightly. "Mommy is going to be fine. I promise. You'll go stay with mommy and daddy's friends for tonight and when you'll come home, you'll have a new baby sibling and mommy will hug all four of us with so much love."

"You promise?"

"I swear on my knight's vows."

Criston stood in the doorway until he saw the kids entering the neighbor's house. Then he flied to you. "I'm here, my love, I'm here." You grasped his arm, gripping him tightly as the pain grew. Your eyes were shut close and good thing they were. If not, you would have seen the sick palor in your husband's cheeks, the way he munched on his lips and the worried expression stamped on his face: brows rose in panic, eyes hooded by fear. "You're so strong, my dear. You're doing do great."

"And how would you know that?"

"Because I've seen you do this twice before. Each time just as amazing. You're so much braver than I. So much more powerful. Don't forget that."

The midwife arrived, not bothering to wait be invited inside as the door was largely open. She took you from Criston, leading you to your bed. The woman felt your bump, confirming the baby was in the right position and ready to come out.

Criston trembled at the bedpost, holding your hand as you pushed and pushed and pushed. You cut his blood flow with the force you clung to his hands each time a new wave of pain shot through you. But he didn't even notice. All he could think about, all he could see, was your sweating face, mouth still pulling air in and out.

Near dawning, the cries of a new born filled the house. Another daughter to hold to your chest. As tired as you were, you couldn't help marvel at the sight of your newest child.

Criston wept your forehead with a cold cloth, leading the midwife to the door and cleaning the house before going to get the rest of your family. He, Kase and Rosyn found you and the baby sleeping.

"Mommy," Rosyn yelped, believing you dead. Before Crisoton could calm her down, you startled awake. "Mommy," she breathed relieved. And ran to see you.

With tired eyes barely kept open, you beamed at your older daughter. "I'm fine," you said. "Just sleepy. Baby Dharlae took her time."

Kase and Criston came to see her too. Your son and daughter waved their fingers at the baby, even though she couldn't see them. Your husband watched you with watery eyes. He put the kids to sleep, as they didn't catch much of it the night, and return to your bedroom.

Criston gently climbed in bed, snaking an arm over the bedpost, careful not to touch you. Childbirth left you overly sensitive, he knew. "She looks like you," you whispered to him. "The audacity."

"She'll grow up to be just like her mother. A goddess to bless the earth."

You rolled your eyes, though a smile played on your lips. "Want to hold her?" And without waiting for an answer - you already knew what he'll say - you place Dharlae in his arms.

Wide eyed, Criston muttered "oh, she's so perfect." You hummed your agreement, lowering yourself under the covers and resting your head on his thigh. You could fall asleep in peace, knowing your husband will put Dharlae in her crib soon and join you in the world of the dreaming.

Your thoughts grew heavy, anointed in honey. But before your conscious truly drowned in the darkness before dreams, you heard Criston kiss the baby's head, then yours, whispering with voice clumsy with emotion "thank you, y/n."

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