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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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I know you literally only JUST posted that best friends dad Andy Barber one shot but, if you ever decide to write a part two🫣

Maybe reader can be the confident one, she makes the move when they go inside and Andy’s a little bit unsure at first but eventually they get down to the goodddd stufff if you know what I mean😮‍💨

Love your work!! Can’t wait to read more of it🫶🏼

hey, honey, I'm really hoping that the part 2 I wrote is for the correct part 1, haha, it's been a while, and I apologise for taking so long! thank you so much for supporting me.

part 2 of 51 and married

summary - after checking out your best friend's dad in front of them, you head inside, and things become heated.

warning - smut, swearing, cheating, blowjob, creampie, daddy kink.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You knew it was wrong to crush on your best friend’s dad, especially knowing he was married. You had gotten up after checking him out, heading to the bathroom as you felt your heart pounding inside your chest. How could he look so good? How could his wife not see what she had right in front of her? Everyone in town knew she was sneaking around behind his back, seeing worthless men who didn’t live up to Andy Barber.

You look at yourself in the mirror, eyeing the cute bikini set you had put on, hoping to gain the older man’s attention. Your eyes move up and lock in the mirror, checking out your face, and you turn the tap on, splashing your face with some water. You breathe in and out for a second before reaching over to the glossy pink lip gloss you had left in the bathroom. You unscrew it and then apply it across your plump lips, rubbing and popping them together before you build up the courage to at least talk to Andy without becoming a blubbering mess.

You open the door, and as you walk out, you bump into something hard. “Oh!” An arm wraps around you, balancing you. You blink up, locking eyes with Andy. You put on your best seductive smile, noticing how his eyes lock onto how glossy and plump your lips look. “Mr Barber! Were you waiting for me?” You smirk, resting your palm on his chest, noticing his hand hasn’t moved.

Andy blushes, cheeks turning bright pink. He clears his throat when noticing the exposed flesh he’s still touching. Andy quickly moves his arm away, scratching the back of his neck. “N–no, I uh….”

You giggle at how flustered the older man can get. “I’m just teasing, Mr Barber.” Your tongue flicks out, licking your bottom lip, catching Andy’s gaze. “Did you need to go in?” You feel your cunt throb with how close you are to him, with how your body is pressed up against him. He shakes his head, so transfixed as he stares at you. The tension is high, and you feel this is your chance. You should shoot your shot. “I… I noticed something might be broken in there.” You bite your bottom lip, looking up at him with large innocent eyes.

Andy can feel his throat closing as he tries to swallow. Unsure if he should go in with you, of course, he knows there isn’t anything broken. He’s seen the way you look at him, and he’s heard what you’ve said. Andy was extremely flattered that someone so young and gorgeous wanted him, and even though his wife wasn’t faithful, he didn't know if he should go through with it. But the way you looked up at him, feeling you pressed against him, made him want to throw it all away, give into his desires. Andy nearly groans as your lip juts out, pouting up at him, and he decides what the hell. He pushes you gently into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. “Get on your knees.”

Your thighs squeeze together, and a moan nearly slips out at the command. Andy raises a brow, and with that, you drop, feeling giddy inside as you are so close to finally tasting him, feeling him in your mouth, how heavy he’d be on your tongue. Your hands make quick movements to take his hardening cock out, moaning at how large he is. You don’t waste any time and quickly take him in your mouth, licking and sucking, enjoying the sounds he tries to suppress but can’t. You look up at him, feeling slick build between your thighs as you lock eyes. Your hand begins to massage his heavy sacks, and you suck him deeper into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. You moan around him, enjoying the taste that’s on your tongue.

Andy’s head tilts back and rests against the door before quickly looking back down so he doesn’t miss anything. Here he is, in his bathroom with you on your knees, sucking his soul out. Andy had imagined this since his son had introduced you. He stops you, suddenly pulling you up and bending you over the bathroom counter. “I’m sorry, I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you when I cum.” He grunts, pulling your bikini bottoms aside. His finger touches your glistening cunt causing him to groan before he lines his thick member against your awaiting entrance. Andy’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he slides in, feeling his heart stop as your tight walls squeeze him, making it hard to fit all of him inside you.

Your eyes cross, hands gripping the counter as he stretches you open. You had been dreaming of this since you first met him. Knowing he had to be packing since there was always a prominent bulge in his pants. You could feel his hands gripping your hips, plunging deeper and harder into you, pushing you into the counter. His eyes lock with yours through the mirror, “O–oh, Mr B–Barber….” You let out a low moan, never having felt this much pleasure from a man before.

Andy leans forward, gripping your throat. “That’s not my name, sweetheart.” You can barely think anymore with how deep he is fucking into you. With every thrust, he hits your sweet spot, which causes you to believe you see stars. “What’s my name, honey? C’mon, I know you’re a smart girl, don’t act so dumb now that you have a cock inside of you.”

You whimper, trying desperately to figure out what name he wants you to call him. “D–daddy?” How Andy snaps, and pounds into you tells you, you picked the correct name. His cock throbs wildly as he drives himself faster and deeper into you. Your body bounces against him, and his eyes watch your plump breasts, enjoying how they go up and down. “Daddy, oh, Daddy! You feel so good!” You grip his hand around your throat, feeling your walls clench down on his cock as you cum, your juices squirting out of you and covering him.

“Fuck!” Andy grips you tighter, picking up his pace and pounding into you. “Fuck, fuck! I’m going to cum! Where do you want it?”

“In me! Please!” You beg, pushing your hips back with each thrust. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel his cum spurting out of him, filling you. “So good…” You whine, clenching and unclenching as he continues thrusting until he’s completely empty.

Andy slowly pulls out of you, tucking his softening cock back into his pants before grabbing some toilet paper and cleaning you up and putting your bikini bottoms back into place. You stand, gripping the counter, as your legs feel a bit shaky. You slowly turn and wait for the regret to set in, waiting for Andy to realise what he has done and leave you alone. Andy cups your cheek and softly smiles, “Thank you.” He leans down and presses his lips against yours before the two of you walk out of the bathroom, thinking the coast is clear.

“Uh…” You both turn, eyes wide when they connect with Jacob’s, his hand mid-air with a drink in his hand. His eyes move between you and his father before he shrugs. “Okay.” And with that, he walks back outside, drinking his drink.

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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What about [ WEDDING ]: or [ MOUTH ]: from the “I love you” prompts for tommy please?

Thanks for sending this in, anon!! I’m in love with the prompts you’ve chosen, and I’ve decided to weave them both into this blurb. They’re: while standing across a crowded room from one another, sender catches the receiver’s eye and mouths “i love you” to them. & they prepare to exchange wedding vows, sender gazes at the receiver and says “i love you” for the last time as an unmarried couple. if you wanted to know. 🥰

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I Love You

Tommy Shelby

Warnings: none

As their about to be married, Tommy and (Y/N) can’t seem to keep those three special words from escaping their mouths…multiple times.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and let it out slowly so that she could - try to - steady her rapidly beating heart. The church was full at this point, and everyone except her and her father had walked out as part of the wedding march. It was finally time for it to happen…(Y/N) would make her entrance as Miss (Y/L/N) for the last time.

“Ready, sweetheart?” her father asked her as he offered his arm to her.

“Ready,” she nodded her head, accepting his arm before she hugged it gently.

Her father then nodded to the two men who were waiting at the closed doors, making them open them to show the gathering room of the church. A great number of eyes fell on (Y/N) almost instantly, but she didn’t really notice them. From the second the doors opened, she had been focused on her husband-to-be. He was standing at the end of the aisle with his hands clasped in front of him. His brother, Arthur, was positioned slightly behind him, and the proud smile that he was wearing as he watched her walk down the aisle almost made her tear up. He’d told her a few nights ago that he never thought he’d see the day that Tommy would get married.

But it was here.

(Y/N) and her father walked slowly down the aisle, and as she got closer, Tommy’s features became more pronounced. His eyes were locked onto hers, and he had the softest smile on his face. (Y/N) could tell by how tightly he was clenching his hands together that he was holding back his tears. She wished that he’d let them fall.

She was only a few steps away from him when she felt her first tear roll down her cheek. Surely the first of many, she thought to herself as she laughed slightly. Tommy’s smile widened as he saw her display of emotion, which only served to make more tears leave her eyes. “I love you,” she decided to mouth to him. No sound left her lips as she uttered those three words, but Tommy was able to recognize them clearly.

“Who gives this woman away?” the wedding officient, Tommy’s friend Jeremiah, asked as (Y/N) and her father stopped in front of the slightly raised alter.

“Her mother and I,” (Y/N)’s father answered before he turned to kiss his daughter’s cheek. (Y/N) smiled up at him as she allowed him to take her hand so that he could formally hand her off to Tommy.

Tommy accepted her hand and brought her forward so that she could be standing in line with him. “We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the marriage of Thomas Michael Shelby and (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N)…” Jeremiah started as the (Y/N) and Tommy locked eyes again.

(Y/N) couldn’t tell if the ceremony flew or dragged on. Time seemed to be doing both as she kept her eyes focused on Tommy’s beautiful blues . She knew that it was now getting to the end though, specifically because Jeremiah had said ‘now we’re getting to the good part’ with a grin in his voice.

“It is time to exchange the vows…which will serve as public proclamations that these two are now, and forever will be, wholly committed to each other,” Jeremiah explained the next section of the ceremony. (Y/N) couldn’t help but squeeze Tommy’s hands a little as she heard this. She just hoped she’d be able to get through hers without turning into a blubbering mess. “Thomas, we’ll start with you,” he continued, his eyes focused on him as he spoke.

“I love you,” Tommy whispered to (Y/N), just loud enough for only her to hear, before Jeremiah could start off with what he needed to say.

(Y/N)’s smile widened as she heard him say that sweet phrase. His uttering of it threw all bets of her being able to get through this portion with dry eyes.

She was able to though, and she did so with only a handful of tears escaping her eyes. Tommy keeping his eyes on her gave her the confidence she needed to say the vows she was repeating with her entire heart.

Seconds later from her finishing, Jeremiah pronounced them husband and wife before telling Tommy that he could kiss his bride, which he did happily. The room erupted in a chorus of cheers as the newlyweds held each other close and shared their first kiss as a married couple.

“I love you,” Tommy whispered as he pulled away just slightly, his hands still cupping her cheeks.

(Y/N)’s smile widened, if that was even possible, and gave him the only response that she could think of: “I love you.”

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countlessimagines · 2 years

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Good Looking Boy [ Klaus Hargreeves x Reader ]

Summary: Klaus goes to you first when he returns from the 60’s, only to be met with a very different reality.

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of drug use and drinking, rehab mention for Klaus

A/N: wow! I did not expect to write this much and get so into the story… I would say part 2 but knowing myself it would take me a month to return to the imagine lol. Enjoy loves! <3

Song based Fic: Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse

Tides thrash inside

Baby, I'm high octane

Fever in a shock wave

My core vibrates in an opium haze

Yet you think we're the same

When Klaus returned from the 60’s with his family, they knew something definitely was wrong. However, a part of Klaus longed to find his long lost love - someone he had to leave in the apocalypse - you.

He thought about you everyday while he was gone. Of course Klaus, he hid it very well and played it off that he was excitable and enjoying his cult following. However, Ben noticed him flinch when others would fling themselves on Klaus, wanting his love. Ben knew that Klaus only had eyes for you. And, it didn’t help in Klaus’ case that he gushed about you to his father when they all had met him in the 60’s, as Klaus would soon find out his mistake.

The minute everyone settled into the hotel Obsidian, Klaus left to go find you. He knew Five advised everyone from making things worse, but his beating heart would only calm once he laid eyes on you. He didn’t care if this version of you was different or hated him or simply turned him away, but he wanted to know you were okay. He had to know you were okay.

Once he found your address and the apartment you were staying at, he was only met with the face of a gruff looking man who looked high out of his mind. Klaus could smell the stench on him. There were two options he had, he could either book it and run or see if this was actually your place.

“Does (Y/N) (L/N) live here currently?” Klaus asked sheepishly, trying to appear nice so the dude wouldn’t slam the door in Klaus’ face

“What do you want with her?” The man said in a raspy voice.

“Old friend of mine.” Who Klaus was desperately in love with.

“She used to live here but she up and disappeared one day. Apparently left for some man overnight.” The guy closed the door in Klaus’ face without another word.

Klaus let out a breath of despair and decided to ask around the apartment complex until he was escorted off premises for “disturbing the peace” once he got angry at everyone for denying him information.

He was about ready to give up until he saw your figure walk through the front desk and request for your mail that was still being delivered to the apartment. He watched you from the window as you waited patiently.

Klaus felt as if he couldn’t breath anymore as he took in your beauty. You were as beautiful as the day he left you.

He debated on going up to you, asking how you were and wanting to kiss you and more than anything, to just hold you in his arms to tell you he was okay and home. But this wasn’t the same person he fell in love with. You were more radiant and dressed in bright colored clothing, compared to your darker clothes you wore when you and Klaus dated. He remembers your black leather jacket that would never leave your sight and always was worn. And he remembers how you would always welcome him back into your arms when he was drunk, returning from rehab, or never made any sense. Now that he was sober, he wanted to show he could be a better boyfriend and not some junkie boyfriend.

Exiting the building, you checked your mail while Klaus was at a loss for words. Everything felt like it was spinning for him and he did not want to mess anything up.

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but turns out there's more

“(Y/N)?” He blurted out in more of a questioning way instead of trying to get your attention, but it did anyways.

You turned towards the blubbering mess of Klaus beside you. “Uh, yes?”

Now he really didn’t think this out beforehand. A part of him wanted to hear you say his name in a joyous way - hoping you’d remember him. “Hi, um… I’m not sure if you remember me but we used to know each other a long time ago. Feels like years.” For Klaus, it had been. He had dreamt of coming home to you for years.

“No… sorry. Don’t recall meeting you…” you seemed uncomfortable, and Klaus seemed to break a bit with your words.

“Oh, must have mixed you up with someone else.” Klaus tried to laugh it off. “Well, I really like your jean jacket. The embellishments are perfect.”

He pointed to the back of the jacket where you had painted on small flowers and little bees. It was a definite contrast to what you use to wear.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him to be polite.

“I know this may seem out of nowhere,” Klaus nervously grabbed the back of his neck and shrugged, “Would you like to go out to lunch with me?”

You were taken aback from his very forward question and was desperate for an escape. Thankfully, for you, someone came to your aid.

“I finally found parking, almost had to punch a guy for stealing my space.” The voice of Ben was heard from beside the two of you. Both of your bodies shifted and Klaus was ready to question why he was even there… with you?

“Oh, sorry to hear sweetie,” you said and went closer to Ben who immediately grabbed your hand.

Ben noticed Klaus and scoffed, “What are you doing here, idiot? Trying to steal my girlfriend like you and your family attempted to take my home?”

Klaus choked on his words as he stuttered, “Your… girlfriend?”

“Yes, now go away before I make you,” Ben rolled his eyes and started to take you in a different direction.

You adored me before

Oh, my good looking boy

Play casino holes of my eyeballs

Roll the dice on my thighs

You stop for breath and I sped up

Just to impress you

Klaus didn’t know what to do next as he watched Ben whisk you away with his arm around your shoulder, holding you close to him.

It pained him to see you with the evil version of his brother, wanting nothing more than to go back to how things were before.

Whatever him and his family did to cause all of this, he hated it. Not only did he lose his Ben and suffer from addiction, he lost the love of his life.

Klaus walked all the way back to the hotel, his thoughts reminiscing on old times with you - treasuring each one as they would be the only memories he could have with you.

The ghost of your lips that would tease him with a light graze, the way your apartment always smelled like a warm autumn night, the posters you always hung up around your room that always fell, the autographed photo of Klaus that he gave you as a joke when you first started dating, and the faint laughter that filled the air whenever he would smother you in kisses.

Klaus finally arrived at the hotel, too upset to acknowledge anyone else as he sat at the buffet, eating away his feelings.

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but turns out there's more

You adored me before

Oh, my good looking boy

My good looking boy, My good looking boy, My good looking boy

Oh, my good looking boy

Klaus lost track of time as he sat with an empty plate before him and a full stomach. He didn’t even register that someone was calling his name until he realized who it was.

He jumped from his seat and saw you standing before him, a bit startled by his reaction.

“Oh, sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you,” you said immediately and held up your hands in defense.

“What… what are you doing here?” Klaus stammered out and approached you carefully as to not upset you further.

“Well, Ben told me what happened and something just told me to follow you after I got rid of Ben by telling him to go train. I didn’t feel like running in the park again.”

Klaus chuckled, there was still the same old you in this timeline. You hated physical activity and would often have Klaus stay in for movie nights with you.

“So what do you think told you to follow me?” Klaus asked genuinely. Maybe fate would be on his side this time.

“Who knows. Maybe it’s destiny,” you joked, winking at him. “Or the fact that you knew my name and where I used to live.”

Klaus felt his cheeks warm up as you became serious. “Oh yeah, that…”

You rolled your eyes, “That’s not normal to know unless we truly did know each other. I lived at those awful apartments during the worst years of my life… and you show up asking for me. Do I just not remember you? Was I drunk?”

Klaus shook his head profusely. “Far from that… really. It’s just, I don’t have anyone really that knows me that well like you did.”

“I’m sorry but I really don’t remember you. I think I would recall someone as good looking as you.”

He was surprised by the obvious flirting from you, but it wasn’t meant to be anything else but that - even if Klaus wanted it so badly to be.

“Why are you with Ben anyways? Sort of a dickhead.”

You shrugged, not really sure why you stuck around for so long. “Kind of liked the company I guess. I did meet him through his father who used to come to my job all the time.”

That’s when it began to sound suspicious to Klaus.

“His father would visit you?”

You nodded. “Kind of odd that he only became a regular at the shop when I started working there. Everyone made fun of me saying an old man has the hots for me.” Your laugh made Klaus smile. “It turns out he wanted to set someone up with his son. And that’s how I met Ben.”

Klaus knew his father was aware of you and your effect on Klaus. He purposely found you so you could date Ben. But why though? Was it to hurt Klaus?

You're not who you are to anyone, to anyone

You're not who you are to anyone, to anyone these days

“Did he say why he wanted you to date Ben?” Klaus started to dig. There had to be more to this story.

“Uh… something along the lines that his brother had been desperately in love with a girl, or something? Not sure how it pertained to Ben getting a girlfriend.”

And it clicked for Klaus. He was the brother in love, and their father wanted Klaus to never get a chance with you. Maybe he wanted Ben happy to keep him stable with the attitude he had. Ben seemed like a ticking bomb waiting for someone to say something offensive or snarky.

The only part of all of this that hurt was Klaus seeing you so radiant. He didn’t remember the last time he made you felt that way before he left.

Maybe it was for the better for you.

I'm not who I am to anyone, no, not me at all

I'm not who I am to anyone these days, not at all

Klaus fell silent and you stood there awkwardly, awaiting for his response.

“Well, I better be going then.” You started to turn away from Klaus before he reached out and had a desperate look in his eyes.

“Please.”

You were confused. “Please what?”

“Please don’t leave. I left you once and I don’t think I could stand you leaving me. I changed, I promise. I’m not the same anymore.” Klaus’ eyes started to well up in tears. “I made a mistake of leaving you behind. If I had to rip time and space apart to be with you, I would.”

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but turns out there's more

“I… I don’t even know your name.” You muttered and moved your arm out of Klaus’ grip.

“My name is Klaus.” He looked like he was ready to get on his knees and beg. “Please, give me a chance. I know it’s not right and the timeline is screwed but whatever. That doesn’t matter because you’re my soulmate.”

“And you’re insane… why would I leave my fiancé for you?”

Klaus felt as if his heart was stabbed a million times and more as you told him the news of your engagement. He could tell you didn’t want to be around him anymore, and he couldn’t blame you.

You adored me before

You walked away before he could say anything else to you.

But Klaus wouldn’t let that happen, not over his dead body. “Please! You adored me before.”

You didn’t even look back to acknowledge him. And while you didn’t want to admit it, you could feel your heart ache as you heard his sobs growing distant as you walked out the door.

Oh, my good looking boy

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theweirdgoodbyes · 3 months

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never asked me once about the wrong i did: chapter 2

tw: depictions of child ab*se, general Catholic suffering

Llewelyn gets his girl in trouble two years later, and poor Mama damn near dies of shame. She finds out when the girl’s daddy comes to the door hootin’ and hollerin’, demanding that Llewelyn make her honest.

They had all just gotten home from supper at Granmere’s, bellies full of etouffee, and were stripping out of their church clothes when all the hullabaloo began. Granmere had been real quiet that night, not even making her usual concerned comments about Merriell. She just sat in her rocking chair and rubbed her cross while they peeled crawfish, only stopping to touch that old thing to her forehead before going back to rocking. Mama always said she did that when she was praying real hard about something, something only she and God knew about. Sometimes Merriell feels like Granmere isn’t human like the rest of them, she’s something else from the other side, old as time itself, sent by God to see into his soul and spy on all his thoughts. Maybe that’s why she doesn’t love him as much as the other grandchildren; that him killing Vernon was just the precipice of the sins he’s committed, all of which can be laid out before her with just one glance. He still steals candy, still waits for Mr. Leconte to come home each night with bated breath, skips school now. At least he’s stopped chasing the poor cat, but Merriell isn’t sure that will save him from damnation.

None of them felt bold enough to open the bedroom door even a crack once they hear all the yelling, but curiosity has Merriell flat on his belly to peek under it, able to just make out Mama’s stockinged feet and an unfamiliar pair of shoes across the house. Daddy had run back to the docks quick after supper, leaving Mama alone to deal with this angry stranger. His brothers take turns pressing their ear to the door above him, quieter than they’d ever been as they try to piece together what the fuss is about. Llewelyn just paces the floor of their shared bedroom, biting at his nails.

“Oh, Llew, you one dead man,” Willard whispers when it’s his turn to listen, “Ain’t you know how to pull out?”

“Shut up,” Llewelyn says, still chomping away at his nails. Merriell’s never seen him look so scared, and it’s a fear he feels seeping into his own bloodstream. This is the worst thing any of them have ever done, far worse than stealing candy. He sees Mama’s feet begin walking towards the door, and scrambles back with a quick warning before there’s a sharp rap.

“Llewelyn,” Mama sounds as mad as a wet cat, “get out here, boy.”

Even though it’s Sunday, and Daddy doesn’t drink today, Merriell watches him beat Llewelyn harder than he’s ever seen when he gets home. Mama, who usually stays out of Daddy’s hair when he’s wailing on them so she doesn’t get hit herself, has to eventually throw her frying pan into the mix. She wacks Daddy hard on the back until he gets off Llewelyn, leaving him a blubbering blood-soaked mess on the kitchen floor. Despite how damn mean Llewelyn can be, Merriell has to stop himself from running over and trying to help his big brother. He stays at his spot huddled in the corner of the kitchen, unblinking eyes counting the spots of blood on the ground, easier to focus on the myriad of specks on the tile than his brothers shaking and sobbing body.

“You think that poor girl’s gon’ marry him with no damn teeth, John?”

Daddy relents, storming out of the house mumbling something about needing a drink, and slams the door behind him. At Mama’s command, Willard and Francis carry Llewelyn back to Granmere’s to get fixed up. She’s a traiteur, as good as any doctor they can find in these parts. She had been there at each of their births, helping Mama through the labors when Daddy was nowhere to be found. She had even been the one to dig the hole for Vernon, chanting in Creole and praying for his soul the whole time.

Merriell helps Mama clean the floor, pretending he can’t hear her cry as they scrub away all the blood. She doesn’t cry much, life and Daddy having made her hard. It breaks his heart to hear her but there’s nothing he can do, nothing any of them can do, to stop Daddy from being such a mean son of a bitch. Sometimes Merriell wishes him dead, and adds that to the list of evil thoughts Granmere and God can hear him think. When Mama goes to empty out the bucket of water and soap, he finds one of Llewelyn’s teeth on the ground, knocked straight out of his mouth and under the kitchen table. Without thinking, he stuffs it into his pocket before Mama can see. Long after the blood has been cleaned up and Daddy has stumbled home, Merriell lays in the bed he shares with Arthur and looks at the tooth. It’s a small, yellow thing and the jagged edges poke at his finger tips like a knife. He doesn’t know why he kept it, but finds some small comfort in rubbing it between his fingers. His own teeth have started to fall out and be replaced, and he feels bad for Llewelyn who won’t grow this tooth back. He presses it to his forehead, closing his eyes and praying to God like Granmere might.

Dear God, please forgive Llewelyn for his sins. Please forgive Daddy. Please forgive me. Amen.

A week later, Merriell finds himself back in church on a quiet Tuesday. They had all risen early that morning, been allowed to skip school but made to scrub their faces and underarms while Mama pulls a comb through their messy curls. She dons her best dress, a light purple number with a hat to match and does her best to keep a smile on her face.

“What a lovely day the Lord gave us,” she kept saying, fanning herself with her hand as they walked to the rickety old church. Daddy and Llewelyn walked ahead of them, Daddy with his hand firm on his son’s shoulder, either out of comfort or to keep him from running. Merriell wonders what they’re talking about, realizing he knows little about the man he calls his father. He can count on one hand the amount of times he’s had a conversation with him, finding that hiding away was his safest option. Daddy didn’t do much else aside from work, drink, and beat them silly; never much time for talking between those events. Mama did all of the childrearing, firm but loving while she did her best to keep them alive and out of trouble. His brothers accuse him of being a mama’s boy but Merriell doesn’t mind. He holds her other hand tight and has to take big steps to keep up with her hurried stride.

“It’s hot, Mama,” Robert complains, kicking at a rock.

“Hush. People pray for days like today,” Mama reminds them. “And don’t kick no rocks, boy, you gon’ scuff those shoes.” They continue their walk towards Llewelyn’s fate in silence, the Louisiana sun beating down hard like the fists of God.

“Ain’t this a crock o’ shit,” Willard mutters under his breath next to him as the ceremony progresses, pulling at the collar of his shirt. It’s a sweltering day in August and Mama’s rule of keeping their church shirts tidy has disappeared in favor of marrying off her son as soon as possible.

Merriell feels hot and sweaty all over, the sparsely filled church somehow stuffier than outside, shirt clinging to his back as he leans forward against the pews. Mama is up front with Daddy and Granmere, far enough where she can’t scold him for not sitting proper.

Merriell watches his eldest brother’s solemn face, still peppered with yellowing bruises, as he stands with his betrothed at the altar. She ain’t ugly, and Merriell thinks real hard to try to find something he finds attractive about her. She’s Creole like them, which is a blessing since Daddy would have surely killed Llewelyn if he knocked up a white girl, and has curly brown hair hidden under her veil. Merriell can see the curve of her belly poking out from her white dress, and wrinkles his nose thinking about how that baby got in there. He’s not ignorant to how babies are made, seen their cat go after more females than he can count and heard Willard and Victor gloat about their escapades. He just doesn’t understand what the fuss is about. He’s still young, he tries to convince himself, more concerned with fishing and helping Mama than girls and what they’ve got going on under their skirts. When he’s older, he’ll want to touch a girl the way his brothers brag about. He knows it.

“They in love?” He finds himself asking.

“You gotta be a damn fool if you think they in love,” Willard snorts, shaking his head, “Llewelyn love that she ain’t never say no to him. Look at him now.”

Merriell wonders what it’s like to be in love. He doesn’t think Mama and Daddy are in love; how could Mama love him with all the bad he does? Auntie Maude and Uncle Ed, little Eugene’s mama and daddy, might be in love; they’re real sweet on each other and steal kisses in Granmere’s kitchen when they think no one is looking. Merriell then wonders what it would be like to get married, now knowing that being in love doesn’t have anything to do with it. What it would be like to be kneeling up at the altar, in front of Mama and Daddy and God, binding yourself to another until the day you die. But when he thinks about who he might marry, as hard as he tries, none of the girls in his class come to mind. All he can see is Mr. Leconte’s face, hand pushing red hair away from his brow with a quick wink. The thought makes something in Merriell’s belly twist tight, and he squeezes his eyes shut to will the image away. He tries to trick himself into thinking he wishes Mr. Leconte was his daddy, someone nice and loving who kissed him goodnight, and that’s why he waits for him each night. The idea of a goodnight kiss brings that twisting feeling back, and he pinches his arm through his sweat-soaked shirt. Punishment for his thoughts, in God’s house of all places. When he opens his eyes again, he looks up to the windows and counts the stained glass panes until thoughts of Mr. Leconte and the heaving feeling in his heart fade away, replaced by the ringing of church bells marking the beginning of his brother’s loveless marriage.

Thanks for reading! I’m thinking this story will probably end up being around 5 or 6 chapters, depending on some ideas I have. I’ve been wanting to dive into snafus psychology and why he is the way he is (war trauma aside) so this chapter is pretty headcanon indulgent heehee

#hbo war #hbo the pacific #the pacific #fanfic #the pacific fanfic #the pacific fanfiction #sledgefu #snafu shelton #merriell shelton #eugene sledge #next chapter will be a time jump of about ten years!#Maddie writes

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trashmouth-richie · 2 years

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TWIN FLAMES: 8 🔥

Summary: readers parents are made aware of the things that happened when they were gone.

<w.c> 4.9k

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: MINORS: DNI ,mentions of abuse, female masturbation, mentions of smut.

A/N: I’m so excited, this is a real turning point in this series, and it only goes up from here.

Feedback is loved and appreciated ☄️

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“Call me later after you talk to your parents today, okay? We go on at 9 o’clock tonight but usually we are there setting up by 7 and I’m off work at 5:30.” Eddie explains to you as you start your car in the early morning hours.

When you woke up this morning, Eddie couldn’t have looked more sexy if he tried. His hair, always a mess, his lips slack with a slight snore escaping them. You didn’t want to get up and face the reality of the day. Wishing you could stay lost forever in Eddie’s arms you buried yourself deeper into his side, ignoring his alarms as long as you could.

Shutting the car door you say, “I’m going to miss you so much today it’s not fair,” you whine, throwing out your lower lip.

Eddie leans into your car window, “I’ll make up for it tonight when I see you after the show.” He snakes his tongue against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your neck and to your core. “Now, give me a kiss so I have something to think about all day.”

You slip your tongue against his lips and deepen the kiss, biting his lip you hear him groan. “Such a tease,” Eddie moans against your lips, pulling back and running his thumb over your bottom lip he says, “drive safe, sweetheart love you.”

“Love you more.”

The further you drive away from Eddie, heading back home, the lonelier you feel. The panic you have kept tucked deep down about telling your parents about Steve.. and Eddie, is starting to creep out of your mind, riddling your body with anxiety. What would they say? You tried to put a brave face on for Eddie and tell him everything would be okay, but you weren’t 100% sure.

Pulling into your driveway, memories of the last three days filled with Eddie flood your mind. How would you be able to make it through today without seeing his perfect face, hearing his infectious laugh, or feeling him hold you close? It would be damn near impossible.

The house is lonely, empty without Eddie here. You don’t have much time to dwell as the front door swings open and in walks your mom and dad.

“Y/N! we’re home!” Your dad sings through the front door holding the suitcases and balancing his keys, your mother entering in behind him. “How is our favorite girl? Did you miss us?”

You hug both your mom and dad at once. You had missed them, so many horrible but also incredible things had happened since you had last seen them, the few days that they were gone felt like months. Stepping back, your mother notices your abused face first. “Y/N! What happened?! She shrieked. “Dan! L-look at her face!” She says motioning for your dad.

Your mother is in hysterics at this point as she’s rushing you onto a couch in the living room sitting beside you and assessing you all over. “Mom I’m okay,” she’s crying and begging your dad to call the cops, “Mom! I’m fine. I will tell you everything, just take a breath! Please!” You ordered.

Her mascara is running and she’s grabbing for tissues as she takes a deep breath and ushers your dad to sit down beside you. You stand up, finding it easier to tell this story without them breathing down your neck.

“Okay first things first, I need you to promise not to be upset with me no matter what I— ”

“Y/N just tell us what is going on!” Your dad shouts, a look of worry staining his face.

“Just promise me?” You plead, “okay?! Please!” Tears stinging your eyes, wanting their approval so desperately.

“Yes yes sure now what is going on?!” your mom blubbers out.

Twiddling the hem of your shirt you start to explain, “Okay, well this all started because, I- I broke up with Steve on Saturday and before you start yelling and screaming just let me explain why. My entire life has been wrapped around Steve. From as far back as I can remember, you two have been shoving Steve at me, and I loved him. I really did, but I don’t want the same things that Steve does. Dad, I’m sorry but I don’t want to go to Harvard. I would rather travel and live my own life besides one that you two chose for me.

“Besides that. I met someone. And I really really like him and I want you to meet him, and I know that you will like— ”

“Stop right there,” your mom declared tears no longer falling from her eyes, but a look of sheer disgust. “You broke up with Steve?! Why?? Y/N! We just got your senior pictures done! Mary and I have already put a deposit down on a house for you two for next year in Cambridge, and and you just broke up with him without even asking me?!”

You’re flabbergasted, is your own mother really insinuating that you needed her permission to break up with someone? You look at your dad who looks stunned. You’ve never disappointed them before, never even been in trouble with them. You have always been following their exact plan to the perfect degree. The perfect daughter, the perfect daughter’s marriage, the perfect daughter's husband, the perfect daughter this, that forever and always, never stepping a toe out of line. You couldn’t stop the fury and tears flowing from your eyes.

“Since when did my happiness not matter, mom! Why would I need to ask your permission to end my relationship?! Sorry for your loss mother, but when I was hanging out with my new boyfriend, Steve came here and did this to me!“ you say, motioning to your face. “He has gone off the deep end, he’s doing drugs and hanging out with some really shady people, he broke a glass bottle across my face, called me a whore and beat up my boyfriend! I know I broke up with him and more than likely started his downward spiral, but Steve is not who he used to be, he has changed and not for the better. Oh and I saw Mary at the grocery store yesterday, she called me a tramp and I told her about Steve doing this shit to me so I guess we won’t be on their Christmas card this year!”

Your mother stands and points a finger at you, “You’re ruining this family, you’re ruining your entire future and for what? A boy you just met?! You’ve known Steve your whole life! And you’re just going to throw him away because you have a sudden change of heart? Your father and I work hard everyday to make sure you have more than what you need to live a very comfortable life! Now you’re ditching that for some boy? No. Not you! Not my daughter!” Your mother shouts.

“Y/N honey please, just relax.” Your dad says running a hand through his hair, “Rose, for the love of God, stop this bullshit. This is our daughter! Look what that little shit did to her! I don’t give a damn about the deposit in Cambridge or Mary’s feelings. Y/N is eighteen and is more than capable of making her own decisions. If she doesn’t want to go to Harvard, so be it, she doesn’t have to date Steve Harrington to grow up and be a good person! She could move out if she wanted to and probably will if we don’t support her emotionally. So drop it. Now.” your dad says sternly.

“Dan! She is ruining her life! I’m sure the Harrington’s want nothing to do with us now!” Your mother says blowing her nose and laying her head on the couch as if she was about to faint. You never once thought your own mother would side against you and definitely didn’t think she was one for theatrics. “And what about the country club, the wine club, book cl—”

“None of that, not one single part, pertains to Y/N, Rose. Why don’t you go upstairs and lie down, we had a long flight.”

Your mother stalks off up the stairs, sniffling and wiping her eyes as she goes.

“Dad, look I’m really sorry—”

“Y/N, you have nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry for making you feel trapped in a relationship and like you couldn’t leave it because of me. I will be calling Tony about his son and his actions. I’m just dumbfounded that Steve would stoop so low. He clearly needs help.”

You're biting your nails now as you talk to your dad one on one. “Are you disappointed that I don’t want to go to Harvard?” You quip.

He takes a deep breath and lowers his gaze to his hands, “Would I have loved for you to go to Harvard? Of course I would have, but if you’re not happy, what good does that do? Your mother will come around. She's just upset about her relationship with Mary and Tony.”

You nod your head and sit on the couch beside your dad, turning to him slightly. A small smile forms on your face as he asks, “so tell me about your new boyfriend.”

Eddie’s chocolate brown eyes flash across your brain like a pair of Christmas ornaments on a tree decorated only for you. “He’s from Hawkins, and works at Jimmy’s Garage during the summer and on the weekends during the school year. He’s in a band, which is playing tonight if you want to go with me so you can meet him. He’s super nice, and I think you’ll really like him. He’s nothing like Steve, so just try not to judge his appearance, he makes me really happy and he adores me, I’m sure mom won’t approve because he’s not Steve but I hope she comes around.”

“Did you know Tony and I were in a band once? It’s actually how I met your mom.” Your dad remarked. “I think sometimes your mom forgets where we came from to get to where we are now.” He says looking around your living room. “What time is the show? And as for not judging, maybe I should have been more judging of Steve then you wouldn’t have had this happen to you. Drugs are not an excuse in my book.”

You explain the details of Corroded Coffin’s show to your dad and he heads into his study, agreeing to drive separately since you’ll be meeting Carrie there. You decide to go and take a nap, the show wasn’t for hours and you were tired from all the crying and fighting over the last few days. Laying on your pillow you could still smell the faint notes of Eddie’s cologne against your sheets.

***

A knock on your door lightly drags you out of your sleep. “Come in,” you say sleepily, looking at your alarm clock you see that you have slept through lunch and it’s nearing 4 o’clock. Your mother opens your door and pushes her way through with a tray of food.

“Thought we could have an indoor picnic like we used to when you got sick as a little girl” she says, sitting on the far end of your bed. She had cut strawberries and apples, sandwiches one with the crust cut off, and pudding cups.

She places one of each on a plate and slides it towards you. “Y/N, I wanted to apologize for my behavior, I am embarrassed at how I reacted to you and Steve breaking up. I should have been paying attention to how you were feeling towards everything instead I just kept pushing more and more onto you, never once asking if you liked what was going on. For that I am truly sorry.

“As a mother, you always want to see your child happy and give them the world, but sometimes the horse blinders get in the way and you can only see the destination, not the journey that leads you there. I am so upset that Steve hurt you. I don’t care about the situation or why it happened, the fact is that it did happen. Are you okay? Should we take you to the doctor for your eye? And what about your boyfriend? Is he okay?”

Your eyes are heavy with exhaustion and you finally feel like you can let loose the water gates of your emotions.

“I am okay, I was just really really scared, I slapped him after he said some horrible things and the next thing I knew I was on the ground bleeding,” you cry out, “I was worried that Steve was going to kill us, mom he was terrifying. I’ve never seen anyone act like that before, my eye doesn’t hurt, it just looks disgusting. There was a lot of glass embedded in my face but it’s out now,” you say with a small laugh, “and Eddie? he is okay too, his nose is broken but it got put back in place so I think he’ll be okay.”

You let the tears flow as your mom reaches out and hugs you tight, “I’m so sorry that happened to you both. I talked to Mary and she’s denying anything ever happened, she said your new boyfriend hit you and then paid someone to hit him to look like Steve did it… I guess she’s more delusional than I thought she was. I hung up after that and I couldn't take her babbling along anymore.”

You can’t help but laugh at how absolutely ridiculous this has gotten. It felt good to let your parents know what was happening while they were away.

“Oh and honey, your dad told me about the concert tonight, but I’m gonna stay home—but I want to meet your boyfriend soon, let’s plan on having him for dinner on Friday night okay?” Your mother hugs you tightly again for one more squeeze and releases you.

You both finish your little picnic and you jump in the shower to get ready for Eddie’s concert tonight. You’ve never been to a concert before and have no idea what you would actually wear to one. The idea of seeing Eddie up on stage has you every bit—hot and bothered. You had never seen Eddie play, the only thing close to it was the night you both took a bath after the best sex of your life when he played guitar across your arm and your stomach. Would he have groupies? Would they try to climb onto stage to get to him? To kiss your boyfriend?

The shower was supposed to help cool you down so you could actually get ready for the concert instead of fantasizing about Eddie hands. But it has only made it worse. The warm water marinating onto your skin like a warm blanket, hitting your perked up nipples.

You slide a hand between your legs and think of Eddie’s hands, the way his rings felt the night you met, biting at your hot flesh. The way they teased your nipples, pulling and twisting. The feel of them all over your body, holding you up while he fucked you at the garage. The gentleness to them when he washed your body in the tub… your fingers are moving faster, circling against your clit, you are squeezing your tits and moaning quietly to yourself as you think of Eddie’s tongue against your body, hot and electrifying. The way it expertly snaps around your pussy, soaking it—- your release has your back arching, having to throw an arm out to catch yourself before you come crashing down literally and emotionally against the shower wall.

Well that was a first.

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You settle on jeans and converse and a black tank top and borrow a leather jacket that your mom had from an old costume when her and your dad went bikers two Halloweens ago.

It’s 5:45 when you finish getting ready and you decide to call Eddie.

“Hello?” A gruff voice only to be recognized as Wayne’s barks through the receiver.

“Hey Wayne, it’s Y/N, how are you doing?” You smile widely.

“Ohh Y/N! Called to talk to me huh, well I am doing just fine, about ready to eat some grub here before going into work tonig— no she didn’t ask for you, she’s talking to me— fine, it was nice talking to you Y/N, have fun at the show tonight!”

“Sorry sweetheart, apparently Wayne thinks you called to talk to—no I made the cupcakes!”

You could listen to them banter back and forth all day, it truly was hilarious but also heart warming.

“Goddamn, sorry baby, how are you? I’ve missed you so much today!” Eddie said. You could hear him walking around the trailer, presumably to his room.

“I’m good just missing you, how was work?” you ask, you would save the details of you having to touch yourself for later.

Eddie explains that he got the drive shaft fixed on Wayne’s pickup and it was up and running again, one of his side projects was almost finished and how Jake was so hungover from last night he put the wrong oil in Principal Higgins’ car and had to drain it completely, and do it all over again. He is giggling like a little kid.

“Christ I missed you baby, I can’t wait to see you tonight, you’re still coming right?” He asks all too quickly.

“Of course, I am bringing a guest with me. I hope that’s okay?” you say shyly.

“Yeah, whatever makes you happy, who is it, a girl for Jeff?”

“It’s my dad, I talked to my parents today about you and he really wants to meet you so I invited him to your gig tonight,” you retorted, “I think it kinda brought up some nostalgia for him. He was telling me that he used to be in a band which is weird because he’s never mentioned before in my entire life.”

Silence

“Eddie?”

“Y-your dad wants to m-meet me, TONIGHT?!” Eddie shrieks in shock, “sweetheart I’ve never met anyone's parents before, not even Gareth’s!”

“Eddie, baby it’ll be okay, I promise! He was super cool about it. I told them everything about what happened with Steve and they both just wanted to make sure you were okay!” you say reassuringly, “I wouldn’t put you in a shitty situation, I swear.”

You can hear Eddie’s ragged breath on the other end of the line, breathing in and out with a loud sigh, “I’d do anything for you sweetheart, even this, even though I’m scared shitless and will more than likely puke on stage into the microphone— I’d do it for you to see you smile.”

“ oh Eddie , I'm so excited to see you on stage! What time do you want us there?!”

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After deciding what time to be there and where it’s actually located, you pull up to The Hideout a little after 7:30. Your dad followed behind you to Hawkins in his own car promising to give you and Eddie some time to hangout after their set was over.

You park your car towards the back of the dirt parking lot and your dad parks next to you. Walking in with your dad to a bar to see your boyfriend play with his band is something you never thought you would do in your wildest dreams. You can hardly contain your excitement. You felt empty without Eddie around you and couldn’t wait to jump into his arms, after your dad had left for the night of course.

Walking up to the front doors you finally got to take in The Hideout for all it was worth. Black painted brick on the outside with a big heavy metal door. Neon lights pointing with an arrow signaling that there was live music stood on the roof, only the ‘V’ wasn’t lighting up. You throw open the doors and the smell of cheap beer, and cigarettes fills your nasal passages. Your dad tried to fit in the best he could, he wore jeans and a flannel he had found in the garage in a box labeled to give away. Heads turn as the pair of you walk in, the amount of hair in this bar is impressive, either beards down to belly buttons or hair down past the shoulders, either way it could make Cousin It jealous. Your dad ushers you both over to the bar, him ordering a beer and ordering you a Shirley temple. The counter is sticky and full of napkins, the bartender is a large man with a beer belly and a long beard that’s braided.

“I haven’t been in a bar like this in almost twenty years,” your dad says, shouting over the jukebox, “ they all smell exactly the same,” he says with a laugh.

You smile widely and crane your neck looking for Eddie. You spot Jeff on stage tuning his guitar and look to the left and finally see Eddie, and you swear it’s like the first time you had laid eyes on him. He’s tuning the guitar you saw in his room, he’s wearing his leather jacket, black jeans, boots and a bandana tied around his head. Gareth whispers to him and Eddie lets out a loud laugh smiling from ear to ear.

“That’s him,” you point out to your dad, “Eddie!” you call waving a hand above your head. Eddie sees you and his face immediately lights up. He jumps down from the stage and jaunts over to you and your dad. You refrain from jumping in Eddie’s arms and kissing him all over his face and neck, your core throbbing at just the sight of him.

“Eddie, this is my dad, Dan,” you introduce him, “dad, this is my boyfriend, Eddie.” Your dad shakes Eddie’s hand and beams at him.

“So you’re the guy who protected my daughter against that asshat Steve?” your dad asked.

“Uh, yes sir, I’m sorry I didn’t do a very good job though, she still got hurt.” Eddie says, lowering his head like a kicked dog.

“From what Y/N said he was pretty unhinged and came out of nowhere, thank you for saving her. Who knows what would have happened if you weren’t there.” Your dad slaps Eddie on the shoulder, “now, was that a Warlock I saw you tuning up there?”

Eddie’s eyes sparkle with the special interest your dad has taken in him. You watch in awe as Eddie and your dad go back and forth discussing different types of guitars and how even though “Free Bird” was a favorite from Lynyrd Skynyrd, Eddie and your dad agreed that “Gimme Three Steps” was better. You had never heard your dad talk about these things before, he was usually strictly business and when he talked to Steve it was always about law school.

Gareth and Jeff and the 4th Corroded Coffin member, Big D, wave to Eddie to signal that they’re about to start. Eddie shakes your dad's hand and gives you a hug telling you he would find you after the show. You whisper quickly into his ear about how you had to “release some tension” before you came to the bar. Eddie’s throat bobs as he swallows and his eyes go dark.

“Behave,” he whispers darkly into your ear. You let out a giggle and he adjusts his pants walking back to the stage.

You and your dad sit at a black table closest to the stage, Gareth gets your attention and points to a curly haired girl standing by the door wearing a pink sweater, “that’s her!” He mouths to you. You get up from the table and walk straight to Carrie, she looks extremely nervous and is shifting her eyes back and forth between the greasy haired men littering the tables, throwing peanut shells everywhere.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, Eddie’s girlfriend, you’re gonna hangout with me at the table nearest the boys away from these creeps.” you say, eyeing the tables around you. Carrie softens her eyes and smiles quickly as you take her hand and guide her towards the table one away from your dad.

Eddie jumps up on stage and leans into the mic, “thank you everyone for showing up tonight, we are Corroded Coffin! We do cover songs and sometimes our own songs depending on the week. Holler out a request and we will try our best.”

Gareth starts the beginning of For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica and Eddie and Jeff start riffing on their guitars. Eddie looks like sex on a stick as he starts to sing, you didn’t think you could possibly be more attracted to a single person in your whole life. The way his fingers are moving on the guitar makes your clit throb, and with each throb comes a tingle of your nipples, aching, begging to be touched. As he sings he winks at you and you practically feel your panties get wet with greed.

“Wow, they’re really good!” Carrie says, practically drooling over Gareth, “Gareth looks so cute, look how hard he’s concentrating!”

The bar is whooping and hollering along to the song. Eddie’s voice is so sexy, so unbelievably sexy, it’s only the first damn song and your panties are already dripping wet. All you wanted to do was run up on stage and kiss him, everywhere. You wanted to feel Eddie’s arms wrap around you, feel his lips on every square inch of your body, feel the familiar cold sting of his rings on your hot skin. Thank God your dad drove separately because you won’t be able to contain yourself after they’re done playing tonight.

The song ends and Carrie claps and cheers Gareth’s name, he looks over at her and winks. The look in her eyes is pure lust. “He really likes you,” you say nodding to Gareth.

“He does!?” Carrie asks confused, “I thought he wouldn’t be into me because I’m not.. usually into this type of music.”

“Well last night he was pretty drunk and he told me all about how he adores you,” you say, watching as Carrie starts beaming from ear to ear.

The boys keep playing and the crowd gets rowdier and rowdier, shouting out requests. Spilt beer and cigarette butts litter the floor. After about 10 songs, Eddie’s hair is drenched with sweat and his jacket and shirt are tossed across the stage behind Gareth.

Eddie takes a minute to catch his breath, he grabs the mic stand and lets out a sigh, “Alright this last one we’ve only played a few times but it’s one of my favorites,”

Eddie cranks out the beginning notes of “Gimme Three Steps”, you look over at your dad who is grinning like a possum eating shit. He’s banging his head along to the beat as Eddie starts singing,

“I was cutting the rug at a place called the Jug with a girl named Linda Lou,

when in walked a man, with a gun in his hand and he was looking for you know who.

He said ‘hey there fella with the hair colored yellow

Whatcha tryin to prove?’

cause that’s my woman there and I’m a man who cares and this just might be all for you’

I said, ’excuse me”

The whole bar is up singing along with Eddie now including your dad. Seeing Eddie in his element doing something he loved was so hypnotic. Like you were in a trance and you only saw him, no one else was in the bar but the two of you. Every movement of his hands on the guitar was like him tugging on your heartstrings. Begging for your love, needing your love with every cell of your bodies.

The song finishes and the bar is cheering loudly for Eddie and the boys of Corroded Coffin. Your dad is whistling and shouting loudly, clapping his hands and pointing to Eddie like they were on a basketball team together. Big D slams his guitar into the stage floor shattering it into pieces, Gareth jumps off stage and swoops Carrie into a back bending kiss, her hair touching the floor. Eddie beams into the mic, “Thank you Hawkins! I’m Eddie Munson and we are Corroded Coffin!”

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Y/N’s Dad (Dan) ‘s POV

Munson

It couldn’t be.

There is no way in hell that God’s timing or any sort of Satan’s tricks would do this to my daughter. There’s no way, absolutely no way.

Munson

I haven’t heard that name in years, eleven to be exact. I knew that the boy still lived in Hawkins, but how the hell could Y/N be associated with him? The rumors about his dad were true, he was a murdering piece of shit, getting his own son thrown in juvy for refusing to take full responsibility for his crimes. How do I know this?

Because I’m the one who put him in prison.

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Can you write overprotective long hair harry imagine?? Like he always hovers the reader when she is doing something or even nothing. Or when she needs to run errands he always go with even though its not required. And when reader fell sick he is full on mommy daddy mode dom!h vibes

A/N: OOPS I GOT EXCITED AND WENT OVERBOARD WITH IT :D

Harry’s awfully sweet. He’s a literal sweetheart with those marble sepia eyes, hazelnut curls and that big golden kind heart of his's.

But, to people he’s intimidating. From the black loiter of tattoos, a silver of piercing to the corner of his plush bottom lip and those long curls of his's that frays his broad strong shoulders turns everyone too giddy to talk to him and he's okay with that – bunch of loosers anyways whom he doesn’t want to waste his time on chit-chatting.

Then Y/N came into his life and his world flipped upside down, in a beautiful way (where he felt like floating into the crashing waves of crystal sea). It felt like she made him see the world through pink heart-shaped glasses and everyone’s just bursting into rainbows, puffaw! Boom! Their heads blasting with colourful confetti and ribbons.

Even though his slight grouchiness towards people lessened he still doesn’t gives two fucks before punching the shit out of someone if they in any way hurts, be rude and try to take physical and emotional advantage of, Y/N.

His bunny.

He’s too protective of her. And why wouldn’t he? She’s his everything. His little miracle and his hype-person, his lovie.

He’s the softest peach for her. The guy who walks and everyone scrambles away to give him a way, is whipped for his girlfriend.

He’s always having his strong arm looped around her waist when they’re out and walking, going to hold her hands instead if she’s too wiggly, keeping her close to his chest while he holds their coffees and sweets.

Whenever they’re doing grocery he’s always wheeling the cart around how much Y/N insists and pouts, he likes it that way. Hearing her blabber and skim her eyes down the ingredients labelled on the products then tossing it anyway with a shrug – makes him want to smooch her wet in kisses.

If they’re partying out with friends. Which they rarely do, (Y/N sometimes makes fun of them saying they’re getting too domestic day by day) he’s always having her put in his lap, his screwed up expression lazing when the alcohol starts to kick in and he’s just a blubbering mess of nonsense, and a very horn dog with his cock bloating up in his tight skinny jeans.

Not that he doesn’t let her have a breather and enjoy herself. He indeed does, they’ve a healthy relationship where they keep trust and faith in eachother.

But, sometimes he gets super jealous when people steal his little girlfriend away from him and once home he’s cuddling and oodling her, kissing her face all over with loud smacks and not letting her be away from him another second even it’s too bring him water or to get rid of his smelly socks.

Other times. When he’s particularly very jealous. The serious ones where Y/N unintentionally spends a tad more time at some of her classmates to wind up their upcoming project, he’s driving himself to pick her up and knocking at the door harshly and then dragging her out of there not letting her carry her stuff and huffing and puffing while throwing her things in the backseat.

Because Jeremy’s a sore rascal who’s shit at hiding his crush for Y/N and he should know better to whom she belongs. His innocent baby is too naive towards the possible hints and evil intentions of people.

“Oi. What got into you today?” She brushes the loose curl that escaped from his bun and let her fingers slide down his tight set angry jaw staring him a bit concerned upon seeing him this furious and ruffled up from nowhere.

“You’re mine,” Is all he'd respond. Smashing his lips against hers in a an ardent kiss and glide his palm down her ass to squeeze it and bring her closer grinning when she squeals into his mouth giving him a chance to slip his tongue in and kiss her deeper and sloppier.

“You’re a silly geese.” She giggles whisper into the mess of pecks and lock her elbows around his neck to give him an eskimo kiss.

“Watch y’mouth.” He glares her intensely loving the way Y/N gulps timidly bobbing her head.

“You’ll get a spanking today,” He always likes to warn her before hand. He wants her comfortable with him in every case and it’s downgrade monstrous to treat the person you love like a mean bitch out of blue -- so whenever she deserves a punishment he already announces her of it, warming her to the idea and giving her time to back away if she doesn’t want it.

“What did I’do now!” She whines and he nibbles onto his knuckle glancing her way in disbelief other hand on steering wheel, “What did y'do?” He asks her sternly. Spreading his palm over her thigh and squeezing it grimly.

“Did y'even care to look at the time, Y/N?” Oh boy. She’s in real trouble. Her name on his tongue never fails to turn her insides gooey and pause her heartbeat horribly. A red light for her to being bratty before she falls into the deep black dig of trouble.

Reaching home. He’s throwing her on the bed and demanding her to lay still on her tummy while he puts a pillow under her and spanks her bum sore with his rings imprinting her skin pink, though he never forgets to take care of her afterwards – putting a cool cream to soothe the burn and letting her sleep on his chest so she wouldn’t come in contact with the sheets as he kneads her asscheeks with gentle hands.

He could never have his hands to himself when she’s cooking and baking for them. Always, poking and prodding around having her head tucked under his chin, her embraced in his arms from back swaying them along to Hozier while she reads the recipe she wrote on one of the tiles.

“Stop!” She giggles, squirming in his arms when he blows raspberries against the dip of her neck and then creates growly noises biting and lapping into her skin, “You’re gonna burn our lunch!” She pressed her hips against his crotch to push him away and that warmed him more, delving his fingers more into her hips with a throaty groan.

“We could have a takeout.” His breath shuddery against her ear as he tries to pry the spatula away from her and kiss her grumpy whines down when the pots actually got burned, “I’ll wash and scratch them.” He’d assure picking her up and wrapping her legs around his hips and slipping his fingers in her hair to tug them and bring her mouth down against his’s to taste her.

“Wants to fuck you so bad, baby. My cock’s been weepy fo’ hours without your touch.” He groans, taking her hand and sneaking it inside his joggers to make her feel how stiff and erect he’s for her.

“I just gave you a blowie in the morning!”

“Blowie isn’t equivalent to fucking!”

“What y'readin,?” He scoots closer to her end of sofa with a smirk and towers over her trying to take a peek of whatever she’s reading with such intensity and then rake his warm palms up her calves to lay them over his thighs while he snuggles her wrapping a chonky blanket around them.

“Shhh baby girl, just want you to be more comfy.” He mumbles into her hair scratching his short nails against her scalp in soothing motions and watch her melt against his touch, eyes fluttering as she lurks dangerously to the verge of sleep.

“You always do that. Whenever the hot part’s about to come, you make me all sleepy.” She mutters laying her head against his clavicles gazing him up with hazy eyes, sighing in feign disappointment when he grins down at her in quite victory and gives her a sloppy kiss.

“What do y'need erotica fo’ baby? When your man’s the living walking momentum of sex.” He pouts, grazing his teeth down her neck and leaving a fresh hickey at her throat.

“That’s infact not, true. You’re such a cutie!” She beams up at him never failing to give him dancing butterflies in his stomach and he doesn’t admits it but he likes getting treated soft and gentle by his girlfriend.

“Such a shame. My own little love doesn’t find me sexy.” He grumps dramatically making her scramble hesitantly and turn to him in their tight embrace, cradling his face in her cold palms, “No. No. I find you sexy. I just don’t like sexualising you.” If Harry didn’t turn into a puddle before he indeed did now as he melted into her touch and kissed the inside of her hands lovingly.

“You’re sucha sap!” He whispers at her in fake offence and plant his lips against hers, patting her bum to make her hug him more tightly.

On cleaning and laundry day’s. He’s always helping her. As they scrub and mop the floors together, might fuck on them bubbly floors too if Harry’s lusty gaze remains on her spilling tits for too long.

“Thinks your floral bra needs a wash too, moppet.” His gradual attempts to lure her with his fingers stroking her thighs seductively always turns into a win when she nods shyly into his neck and let him have an easy access to her panties.

They’re always having a warm, full of essence bath together cleaning and washing the dirt off eachother after that.

Then sharing a cuppa tea while folding their clothes together on the bed and he’s always trying to tackle her into mattress when she laughs at his terribly folded clothes compared to her neatly binded ones.

“Your sucha menace,” He jests with his nose skewered up while he smacks her ass.

“Talk for yourself, Styles.” She retorts, tangling her knee around his waist and pulling him down into him. Puffing out relaxed breaths upon feeling safe and protected under his weight and Harry always smiles into the crook of her neck when she tries to cuddle him as if she wants to be his skin.

He’s the most daddiest when she’s drunk, sick or stressed.

Never letting her go out of his sight when she’s dancing on the floor with her friends. If some man even tries to approach her and breaths in her direction he’s sprinting towards her and pawing at her hips to situate her closer to him whilst blowing those potential guys off with a monotone expression.

“Harry! Do a lil dancey dance with me!” She giggles, making him sway with her and looking up at him with glassy floaty eyes.

“Bunny. ‘s late, time to go home.” He tells her, pinching her chin to plant his lips against hers and she squirms giving him a timid smile, “Okie. But I’ve to pee.”

“Me too!” Her friends chimes from behind her and Harry rolls his eyes playfully, gesturing all of them to follow him.

“C’mon you spies, not lettin’ ya’ll go alone.”

He waits for them outside the washroom while they do their business and he has his arms always splayed open for when his lovie comes back and he’s welcoming her in his embrace warmly with a sweet smile.

Dying with fond injecting in his every vein when she slurs and blabbers, “Home.”

Walking her up the stairs of their flat’s building is the most hefty struggle while she’s a sleepy, clumsy and giggly muck of doe gleaming eyes and swollen pretty lips drooling over Harry testing his patience while he makes her take one step at a time.

“Darling, bunny, just some mo' steps lovin’.” He coos at her, putting a firm hand under her bum and heaving her up into him so she doesn’t falls.

“Mhmmm you’re so pretty, daddy.” Harry’s head snaps in surprise as he stares down at her in adoring amusement and push her head under his chin while she slings her arms around his waist lazily.

Sometimes, she gets him so flustered he doesn’t know how to respond.

She whines and cries in dishevelment when Harry makes her sit on the cold marble counter and wipes her makeup off.

“I just wan’ to sleep!” She toes at his torso trying to push him away but he grabs it and tuts, glowering at her strictly, “You’re g'na complain in the mornin’. Sleepin’ with makeup makes ye' breakout remember?” When she still huffs and slumps giving him a hard time to clean her he’s pinching her chin and giving her a gentle jerk.

“Bunny. Stop with ye' battiness.” He grunts not letting his facade slip when she mewls stroking her cheek up and down his lightly stubble covered cheek softly.

“Else what? Y'never punish a sleepy bunny.” She smirks at him foppishly and lazily knowing damn well that one of thing Harry doesn’t do’s tease or punish her when she’s tuckered out and on the edge of sleeping on him.

“You don’t test me bratty woman.” She squeals when he takes hold of her panties to pull them down her legs, slapping her mound once discarding it in the hamper and he sighs when she’s already snoring lightly, slobbering his throat with her mouth parted comically.

After pattering her face with loving kisses he’s tucking her under the layers of blankets and letting her use him as her stuffie.

“Aw poor baby.” He mumbles, kissing her forehead when he finds her burning up against him and he’s quickly rummaging for thermometer from the night stand and the tissues he had stashed for emergencies.

“I don’t feel good,” His heart breaks when Y/N croaks out weakly and tries to crawl up his chest to stuff her face in his musky neck but her frail limbs gives out making her cry out.

“It’s okay bunny, ‘s okay. How but I make you some soup. Then y'take your medicines like a good girl of mine, then if your condition gets worse we’ll go to doctor, yeah baby?” He talks to her gently and sweetly, stroking her hair and peppering kisses to her temples.

“Just last bite, moppet.” Harry hovers the spoon infront of her and sighs when she shakes her head pushing his wrist away, “I’ll puke.” She sniffs blowing her nose harshly in the tissue .

“The bin’s right here, bunny.” He smoothens his hand down her spine putting the tray aside carefully to snuggle and comfort her as she cries softly against his chest.

“’M so sorry baby, you’ll be alright in the morning.” He couldn’t see her in such condition. It pulls and tugs at his heart so painfully he feels himself hurting.

“Oi. Why you crying, hmm?” He cups her cheek and makes her look at him as she skims her eyes away from him jn embarrassment.

“I —- You’re so caring and loving, treats me so good and it makes me c.. cr–-,” She hiccups finding it hard to breath and Harry rubs her back, whispering affinities in her ear making her finally sob, “Cry....” He chuckles softly pelting kisses upon kisses on her puffy eyelids, soaky dried up cheeks, her frowned up forehead, her wobbly chin and her nipping love bites down her chest then blowing raspberries at his own slick covering her skin making her giggle through her hiccups.

“I love you.” She whispers droopily, head lulling to his chest when the effect of medicine finally starts to kick in.

“I love you too, I want my healthy and happy bunny back.” He mumbles, inhaling a huge puff of her scent and squishes her lovingly.

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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Hiiiii!!!!! Can I request a one shot where Bucky wakes up from a nightmare of him killing his wife (he’s walking over bodies of people he killed and then zemo snaps him out of the winter soldier and when he sees the bodies he starts tearing up but when he sees Y/N, his wife, as part of the bodies, he rushes to her and starts to pat her face and tell her to wake up and then he starts to cry and scream his heart out. Then when he wakes up startled cz he’s never had a nightmare like that, she asks him if everything is okay and he says yes then later that day he becomes distant and angst and fluffy happy ending plzzz

Can they also have a little boy named Steve and is 3 years old but smarter than most 3 year olds cz of the supersoldier serum he inherited from both parents (Reader is Steve Rogers younger sister and she also became a supersoldier with him)

Family

Summary: the ask seems like a pretty good summary honestly

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, trauma, nightmares, angsty asf, mention of pregnancy, fluffy, lots of emotions

AU: Bucky x Rogers!Reader

AN: I looooved this request so much, I really hope I did the beautiful idea the justice it deserves ❤ the bold and italic is the nightmare, I did indeed cry a little while writing this. Its a bit sad.

Requests are always open!

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Bucky should've been use to the nightmares by now, even though he didn't have as many, he should've been able to pull himself out of them easily like how you showed him; check for clocks, count your fingers, etc. But, this one felt so real, so different.

There was so much blood and carnage, lifeless bodies scattered a small field that he was walking through as a voice echoed in his ears; command words that he hadn't heard in so long.

He looked around at the familiar faces of the corpses, tears stinging his eyes from the memories of each of them.

"No-" his voice was strained, the lump in his throat nearly blocking the sound as he rushed to the one body that nearly tore him apart, his blood running cold.

He stumbled and tripped over bodies, repeating himself over and over. "No, no, no-" He skidded to his knees, grabbing your hand to feel for any pulse as he shoved one of the other corpses off of your legs and pulled you onto his thighs.

"Please, no." He whimpered, holding your cheeks as tears streaked his blood and dirt caked face, dropping onto yours.

Bucky's attention turned to Zemo who stood in the midst of everything, completely clean. "What did you do?!" He boomed, chest heaving with the heavy sobs. "What did you do. Soldat."

He looked back down to your face, gently shaking your head and stroking his thumb over your cheekbone. "C'mon, wake up." He sobbed, vision blurry from the uncontrollable tears rolling out.

"Please, baby! Please, wake up! Don't leave me! You said you wouldn't leave me!" Bucky croaked, a blubbering mess as he cradled your limp body in his arms and held you close to his chest.

An explosive, guttural wail ripped from his chest as he clutched onto you, his whole body shaking from the screams and weeps that tore through his throat. His pained cries and shrills loud echoing off of the trees.

He took a shaky breath and moved his hand to your stomach, shuddering before squeezing his eyes shut and repeating the same phrase like you'd told him. "It's not real, it's not real, it's not-"

Bucky jerked awake, room still dark as his hand grasped at the empty spot next to him that made panic surge through his body. "Sugar?" He called, sitting up in the bed to look around the empty room. "Sweets, where you at?" His chest started heaving when all he got was silence.

It couldn't have been real. There was no way it was real, he just saw and touched your face last night. You were right beside him, tucked into his side when he went to sleep and your spot was still warm.

The bedroom door cracked open and some relief washed over him, your form slipping into the room. "I had to pee, are you okay?" Your soothing voice said, delicate hands reaching out to cup his cheeks. "Y-yeah. I'm fine, just a bad dream, I guess. I don't remember." He lied, gently holding onto your wrists.

"Steven is gonna be up soon, lets start some breakfast. I'll make you some coffee. Okay, stud?" He nodded at your offer and swung his legs off of the bed, walking with you downstairs.

Bucky helped cook breakfast before going to his son's room, the three year old boy that was his fathers portrait; dark hair and sparkling blue eyes, a smile to match and smart as a whip thanks to the super soldier serum that coursed through his veins from you both.

"Mommy made breakfast, bud. Let's go eat." Bucky smiled, lifting the boy into his left arm before heading back downstairs. "Are you okay, daddy? You look sad." Steve frowned, holding Bucky's cheeks in his small hands. "Sad? How can I be sad when I got you and your mom?" He smiled. "Mommy gets sad sometimes."

"Well, she is growing a baby, she's allowed to get sad. It's a hard job to do."

Bucky tried to go along with his day like normal, it was only a night terror after all; it wasn't going to actually happen.

But, everytime he'd look down at the small bump of his second child growing in your belly that barely stretched the fabric of your tank top, it made his heart pound and head feel light; like he was going to pass out and throw up all at the same time.

So, after breakfast he placed a short, sweet kiss to your lips and hid away in his office for the rest of the day; the spare room with boxes in it that would be a nursery soon enough.

You didn't think anything of it at first, he hadn't been home from a mission for very long and probably had paperwork to fill out or go over. Steven had asked a couple times if his dad was going to play today and you assured him that Bucky would tomorrow.

It wasn't until bedtime when you were tucking your sleepy son into bed that you knew something was up; Bucky never missed bedtime unless he was gone for work.

"I think daddy's sad." Steven frowned, clutching the teddy bear Bucky had brought home from wakanda right before he was born; a gift from Shuri. "He's just working, honey. I'm sure he'll spend the whole day with you tomorrow to make up for it." You smiled, tucking his blanket under his legs.

"Is he thinking about Uncle Steve again?" Your sons soft sleepy voice made your heart swell, smoothing a hand over his dark hair. "He might just be, baby. But, don't you worry about that. Get some rest, we'll go to the park tomorrow."

A gentle kiss to his forehead and a click on of his nightlight, you headed to Bucky's office down the hallway.

"You okay in here?" Your eyes looked at the untouched dinner plate before Bucky who sat with his face in his hands at the desk chair. "Buck, baby. What's wrong?"

The gentle touch of your hand on the back of his neck pulled Bucky out of his miserable thoughts and back to you, his strong arms wrapping around you and cheek pressing to your stomach. "Just wanna hold you." He sniffed, a slight shake to his voice as he left a kiss to the bump of your belly.

You let him pull you onto his lap, his arms snaking around you again and head leaning against your chest so he could hear the thump of your heart. "Whats going on in that brain of yours, stud?" You asked quietly, twisting a a lock of his shorter hair around your index finger.

"I promised Steve I'd protect you and I feel like I'm doing a terrible job..." His voice was more raspy from crying most of the day away. "Terrible job?" You leaned to look at him directly, his arms tightening around your waist slightly as though he didn't want you to move away.

His red eyes and puffy cheeks broke your heart. "Bucky, look around you. What do you see?" He glanced around the room, eyes taking in every smiling photo and box that was filled with baby supplies for the upcoming addition that was months away.

"Our home..." He mumbled, relaxing into the soft circles your fingertips traced into the skin of his forearm. "Exactly, our home. Where we're gonna be raising our babies." You soothed, your voice like honey to Bucky's ears.

He shook his head, the lines between his eyebrows deepening. "You could still get hurt. All three of you. Something or someone could try to hurt you."

You pressed a kiss between his brows, feeling the tension soften a little. "I can take care of myself, but that's why I have you. Among other reasons." Bucky frowned again, shaking his head. He still couldn't get the image from the dream out of his head. "I could hurt you."

Massaging his bicep, you placed another kiss to his face. "You won't, never would."

"But, I could."

Your stern look made his features soften completely, knowing you were going to scold him for thinking such things about himself as you held his cheeks in your hands. "James Buchanan, I went 70 years without you. It's not going to happen again, okay? You're home and you're safe, with your family."

He nodded and your hands slipped back down to his shoulders. "My family." A smile tugged at his lips, he wouldn't never get tired of saying and hearing that he had a family. A growing family at that.

Another kiss was placed to the top of his head, his hand rubbing the swell of your belly; still small but big enough to tell you were pregnant and growing every day.

"My big, strong soldier is a complete softy." You said breathing a laugh. "You're stronger than me anyways, I can never do this." He smiled, feeling a soft ripple from the moving life under his hand.

Bucky was always in complete awe of you when your belly was round from carrying the babies he helped create, going every day as if it was the easiest thing to do; just touching and looking at the small bump washed the intrusive thoughts away and brought happier ones.

"I'd do everything all over again just so I can have this life with you, Bucky." Your hand sat on top of his and he looked up at you. "How's baby boy number two doing?" He grinned.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. "I already told you, Buck. I think this one is a girl." You laughed. He shrugged lightly and looked back to your hands. "How many more we gonna have?"

"Maybe two." His eyes snapped back up to yours with furrowed eyebrows. "Two? That's it? I was thinking maybe five more." You breathed a laugh at his number and shook your head. "Oh, definitely not."

"Come on, you wouldn't like to have seven little Barnes' running around?" He joked, smile wide on his face and all terrible memories pushed away, back into the deepest corner of his mind. "We do that we'll have to get a bigger house and a school bus."

"I can make that happen."

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starryhyuck · 3 years

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mark! (m)

pairing: dom!mark x sub!reader x dom!yuta

words: 2.2k+

summary: mark is scared of stepping out of his comfort zone with you. therefore, you enlist yuta’s help to get your boyfriend a little more comfortable.

genre: smut

warnings: threesome (kind of), anal sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, breeding kink

“I don’t think we should be doing this.”

You sigh. “Mark, stop being such a scaredy cat.”

The frown on his face is positively adorable. You want to squeeze his cheeks so badly. “I’m not a scaredy cat!” He protests, but it only makes him look more soft.

You giggle and press a kiss to his lips. “Whatever you say. Besides, Yuta won’t be back for a while. I don’t know why you’re so scared.”

“I’m not scared!” He argues again, eyebrows furrowing together in the most adorable way. “I just- this is Yuta’s bed. It’s kind of impolite to be doing anything on a place where he sleeps.”

You sigh. “Mark, I think we both know what kind of a person Yuta is. I’m pretty sure he would do the exact same thing on your bed.”

His nose scrunches as the thought passes through him.

“Ew. I didn’t need that visual.”

You flop down on Yuta’s comforter before bringing Mark with you. He’s still very reluctant, despite connecting your lips together. You try easing him up, hands moving over his shoulders as you pull him closer and closer.

Your sex life with Mark was always more than satisfying, but he was constantly scared to take risks. Being an exhibitionist yourself and considering how shy Mark could get, it was really difficult to get your boyfriend to even hold your hand in front of the other members, let alone kiss you. You’ve tried on more than one occasion to suck him off at the dinner table, but he was always too on edge that someone would walk in.

To combat your curiosity, you enlisted Yuta’s help.

Your eyes carefully watch the door as Mark’s tongue explores your mouth. Yuta stares through the small opening, watching you with a heavy glare.

You giggle into the kiss and Mark eases up a little at the sound. Your fingers dance around his neck as you pull him closer and closer, observing as Yuta casually walks into the room. Mark is too lost in you to notice.

After letting you make out for a few more minutes, Yuta finally clears his throat. You swear Mark jumps five feet in the air and scrambles away from you. His whole face is flushed pink at the sight of Yuta, quickly stuttering to provide an excuse.

Yuta raises an eyebrow. “And what were you two doing exactly?”

You blink innocently. “What do you mean?”

He smirks at your act. You’re still sprawled out on his bed, hair tangled from Mark’s fingers messily running through it. Yuta wonders how pretty you would look with his cock sliding in your mouth, beautiful lips eager to taste him. He leans closer to your frame, ignoring Mark’s surprise at his older member’s proximity to his girlfriend.

“I mean you and Mark trying to fuck on my bed.”

“W-We’re sorry, Y-Yuta!” Mark frantically says. “W-We just- I just-“

Yuta chuckles, and the deep sound shoots straight to your core.

“It’s fine, Mark. You weren’t putting on much of a show anyways. Why haven’t you touched her?”

Mark looks like his brain is going on overdrive. “W-What?”

Yuta’s fingers graze over your exposed thigh. He picked out the skirt you were wearing for this occasion, knowing it would make Mark incredibly flustered.

“Why haven’t you touched her? That’s what she wants, isn’t it?”

You quickly nod. “It’s what I want. Touch me, Yuta, please.”

Yuta grins, his eyes darting back to Mark’s. “Can I, Mark?”

You think your boyfriend is really broken. He’s nervously twitching, shaking his head as he tries to gather his thoughts. You decide to give him a little break.

“I thought Yuta could help us out a little, Mark. I asked him to come so we can have more fun.”

Yuta nods. “If you’re uncomfortable, Mark, I can leave.”

The silence in the air is deafening. Mark finally clears his throat. “Can you show m-me how you do it?”

Yuta smirks. “Do what, exactly?”

The blush fully appears on Mark’s cheeks again. “Um, how you eat her out.”

Your eyes widen. You were definitely not expecting him to say that. Yuta’s smirk widens at the request.

“Definitely. Sit down and watch.”

Yuta’s staring at your clothed core in no time, playing with the hem of your skirt. He chuckles when he sees your choice of underwear.

“Lace,” he hums playfully, snapping the elastic against your skin as you squeak. “Do you always wear such pretty panties for Mark?”

You nod, chewing on your bottom lip. “I have prettier ones in his top drawer.”

“I’d love to see them some time, doll.”

You eagerly watch as Yuta pulls down your panties, making a show as his hands slowly caress your thighs. He throws the pair of red lace to Mark, who easily catches it and groans. Yuta yanks up your skirt so he can fully gaze at your exposed cunt.

He chuckles. “You should be nicer to her, Mark. She’s got such a pretty pussy.”

You moan when his fingers play with your folds, goosebumps spreading across your skin. You quickly learn that Yuta is a tease, patient as he touches you.

“Please, Yuta,” you beg, wanting him to do something already.

His smile appears again. “What is it, doll? What do you need?”

“Need your mouth,” you whine. “And your fingers.”

You’re already turning into a blubbering mess. Mark, on the other hand, could not be more nervous. He finds this whole situation incredibly arousing, but also dangerously intimidating. He wonders if Yuta will be better than him, and if you’ll like Yuta way more than you like him. All thoughts are thrown out the window when Yuta’s tongue takes a lick up your slit. Your moans shoot straight to Mark’s hardened cock, and Mark has no doubt in his mind that he could cum in his pants right now.

He takes silent notes as Yuta teases you, never fully giving you what you want and watching as you continue to beg for him. Yuta slips a finger into your hole and you cry out, your body reacting to every single touch.

Yuta’s gaze returns to Mark. “See? She likes it when you don’t go too fast. Draw it out, make her beg.”

Mark swallows at the sudden lessons. He’s always been really quick with you, never letting you wait this long.

“Yuta, please, please,” you continue to whimper, hands reaching for him. Yuta is quick to silence you, pinning your arms to your sides.

“Be a good girl and I’ll reward you. No touching until I say so.”

You nod in submission. Mark’s eyes zero in on Yuta’s tongue exploring your folds, finger slowly pushing in and out of your weeping pussy. Mark swears he’s never heard you this wet before, the squelch of Yuta’s finger entering you echoing throughout the room. When Yuta adds a second finger, you almost lose it.

“Please please, Yuta, I want to cum. Please let me cum,” you cry.

“That’s up to Mark,” he states, and the younger boy freezes. “Can she cum, Mark?”

Your eyes are glistening with tears as you stare at your boyfriend. You whimper when Yuta furiously begins eating you out, your orgasm dangerously approaching.

“Wait, wait, wait-“

“Give her the signal, Mark,” Yuta instructs, attacking your pussy with his tongue and fingers.

Mark waits until you’re right on the edge, seconds away from sobbing. He walks over and leans down until he’s whispering in your ear.

“Cum, pretty girl.”

You fall apart, clutching your boyfriend’s arm as you clench around Yuta’s fingers. He helps you ride out your high, licking up any remnants of your orgasm.

You blearily come to your senses after that mind numbing climax, Yuta and Mark discussing quietly. There’s a faint ringing sound in your ears until Mark cups your cheeks.

“Okay?”

You giggle. “Okay.”

He laughs at your delirious state.

“Does she always get like that?” Yuta questions.

“Only when it’s really good,” he replies. His focus turns back to you. “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay?”

You giggle again. “Okay.”

He smiles fondly at you, and butterflies swell in your chest like they always do when Mark smiles at you like that.

“Make it rough,” Yuta chimes in. “I want to see her really cry.”

You’re flipped onto your stomach in no time, Mark’s fingers threading your ass. Yuta’s taken a seat not far from the bed, switching roles with Mark as he watches you this time. Mark’s thumb gently grazes over your other hole and you gasp.

Yuta’s voice is full of curiosity. “She likes it there?”

“Sometimes.” He pauses before making a decision. “Can I fuck you here, baby?”

“Yes, Mark, please.”

You can practically hear his grin. “Okay.”

Yuta tosses him the bottle of lube he keeps in his nightstand, and Mark quickly preps you. You moan when he fingers you, scissoring and stretching you to make sure you’re ready to take him.

You and Mark rarely do anal, mostly because he’s always afraid of hurting you. You know now, though, that he wants to put on a good show for Yuta.

Once you’re prepped enough, you feel the tip of his cock circling your hole. You both groan when he sinks the tip in. Unlike the other times, Mark doesn’t wait for you to adjust. He pushes into you roughly.

You cry at the intrusion, already feeling the first batch of tears painting your cheeks. Around this time, Mark usually pulls out and apologizes, checking if you’re okay. He’s turned into a completely different person in front of Yuta.

You grip the sheets as Mark relentlessly pounds into you, stretching you harder than he has before. It isn’t painful at all because even though Mark is rough with you, he always knows how to make you feel good.

You’re incoherently blubbering for him. “Y-Yes, feels so good. Feels s-so good, baby. Such a big cock inside my small little hole. So good, so good.”

Mark grunts, fingers tangling into your hair again. “Yeah? You like it when I fuck your tight little hole? You like making a show for Yuta?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you sob.

You can barely make out Yuta’s figure as he grows closer to you, wiping away the tears on your cheeks.

“Aren’t you such a pretty sight? Really selfish of Mark to keep you all to himself.”

Mark pinches your clit and you scream, diving headfirst into your second orgasm. Mark hisses as you clench even harder around him, pulling you as close as possible before shooting his cum deep inside you. You both release little moans as you recover.

Yuta laughs when you both are done. You swear you could pass out right now and sleep for at least twenty four hours straight.

The ringing sound echoes in your ears again as Mark and Yuta quietly converse once more. You whimper when Mark pulls out of you, his cum dripping down your thigh.

“Baby?” Mark’s voice pulls you out of your reverie. “Yuta wants to ask you something.”

You blink as Mark gently flips you on your back again. Yuta’s eyes grow darker.

“Are you on the pill?”

You nod.

“Can I try something?”

You nod again.

Mark leaves you to go get cleaned up and you observe as Yuta pulls his cock out, tip leaking and begging for attention. He runs his hand up and down his shaft for a few times before lining up with your pussy.

“Can I?”

You nod again, feeling too tired to form words. You gasp when Yuta pushes in, his cock much thicker than Mark’s.

“Fuck,” he curses, eyes focusing on how his cock disappears into your cunt. “So fucking perfect.”

He builds up a steady rhythm, and you finally understand what he wanted to try when he’s balls deep inside of you.

“Gonna breed you, doll. Gonna stuff my cum into your cunt until you’re dripping. Would you like that? Walking around with cum dripping out of both of your holes?”

You openly cry at his filthy words, clenching harder around him.

“Oh, pretty doll likes that. You think I’d never notice how many times you’ve tried to get Mark to fuck you while we’re eating dinner? How many times you’ve sat on his lap in the dressing rooms and tried to get him to fuck you in front of us? Naughtily little slut.”

“Yuta, Yuta,” you gasp, your third orgasm of the night building. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“Want to cum? Why don’t you cum for me then? Show Mark why he should be more protective of his girl.”

You follow his command, seeing white as you cum again. Yuta’s right behind you, still hissing dirty confessions.

“Always wondered what it was like to see you stuffed full of cum. Pretty little girl, just waiting to be bred all the time. Practically made to take cock.”

He growls and with a few more snaps of his hips, he shoots his cum deep inside you. You whine as his warmth fills you, Mark’s cum still leaking out of your other hole.

You feel absolutely used when Yuta pulls away from you. You didn’t even notice Mark had entered the room again until he starts cleaning you up. You smile sleepily at him.

“I hope that was okay.”

He presses a kiss to your lips. “More than okay. Get some rest, I’ll clean you up.”

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

As you slowly drift off to sleep, you faintly hear Yuta say, “We should do that again, I could die a happy man in your girlfriend’s cunt.”

#nct smut #mark lee smut #mark #yuta smut #yuta

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bumbleklee · 3 years

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Maybe a Childe x reader x Zhongli (poly) domestic fluff/parenting headcanons? (Fem pronouns preferred)

poly parenting is very rare but i feel like it’s going to become more common as we progress as a society :)) hope u enjoyed

before reading: usual cut for baby/child/parenting lol, also there’s no mention of who the father is (could be whoever u want)

babies

you were married to your husbands for a little over a year before you surprised them with a pregnancy announcement

all of you were excited to start your family and were elated to find out you were having twins, a little girl and boy

though they both loved each child equally, zhongli tended to spend more time with your daughter and childe your son

your family was untraditional but you made it work

having three sets of hands around really helped alleviate the stress of being a mother (you had to feed your children and there was a special connection and bond you had with them that your husbands didn’t)

zhongli had no problem getting up at night to help with diaper changes or fussy dreams and childe liked to take your babies on walks through liyue during the day

when your babies grew old enough to start doing things on their own, it was a race to see whose name they were going to say first

your son blabbered out “mama” one day and childe pouted for a week straight

your daughter fell behind your son for a while, becoming the second to roll over or start crawling or talking so zhongli took extra time to sit with her at night and help her catch up

so it really wasn’t a surprise she said “dada” to him (childe was very upset again)

zhongli or you are in charge of dressing the babies since childe literally forgot to put on their onesies once

childe is the warmest though and sometimes when he falls asleep on the couch, you and zhongli will lay the babies on top of him because he’s like their personal heater (it’s also really cute)

lots of family cuddles in your big bed

your husbands on either side of you and your babies somewhere in the middle

children

cue childe running through the house with your son on his shoulders and your daughter nearly falling out of his arms

zhongli is the type of dad to scold his kids for sneaking snacks before dinner but absolutely cracking when they give him puppy-dog eyes (you and childe are the ones who sneak them the snacks)

sometimes zhongli is a little hard on the kids, making them do their homework as soon as they get home or making them read chapter books early

he just wants them to be smart and excel but you and childe often have to remind zhongli that they’re kids and they have their entire life to prepare for the future

your daughter is still infatuated with him and it’s nice to have intimate moments with her and zhongli when childe takes your son out for the day (you have intimate moments with childe too)

zhongli has tea parties with your daughter and childe teaches your son how to use a bow at a much too young age

you have family nights every weekend, whether it’s zhongli sharing a story from his past or childe giving the kids a new game to play together

you have a heart attack anytime your kids do something reckless and since childe is one of their fathers, they’re constantly doing reckless things

one time you came home to zhongli tied up to a chair and both of your kids circling him thrusting empty paper towel rolls into the air

their excuse was that daddy said dad was a dragon and we were the knights that needed to capture him

zhongli was not amused

this is obvious but these kids are SPOILED

you and zhongli definitely try to ration gifts and presents but if your kids really want something, they go to childe who they know will buy it for them instantly

your daughter becomes a bit of a diva because of this, demanding new cor lapis earrings everytime you all head down to the harbor (and childe always gets them for her)

the most important thing the three of you agree on is that your kids can be whoever they want - they’re allowed to wear any style of clothing that makes they comfortable, cut their hair or grow it out, experiment in their gender expression and sexuality

you know liyue is changing and your kids are going to be the future

you get very emotional the more milestones your kids reach because you know it means they’re growing up and they’re not your little babies anymore

The day your twins start their first day of school, you’re an emotional mess. You were an emotional mess the night before and no matter how much your husbands consoled you, the feelings carried over.

You were helping your son put on his jacket when your eyes filled with tears again and you found yourself crushing the little boy in your arms.

“Mama, I can’t breathe,” He said quietly. The five year old wiggled in your arms and you finally let him go, wiping your eyes. Childe was beside you the second he heard you sniffle and took over dressing your son.

“Isn’t it too hot for a jacket?” Zhongli commented from across the room where he was tying your daughter’s sneakers. Her outfit was very cohesive (and very expensive).

“What if it starts raining? Or what if it’s cold in the classroom! Or what if there’s a sudden snowstorm-”

Your ramblings are interrupted by Childe wrapping an arm around your kneeling body. “It’s going to be fine,” He says, “If you get too hot, you can take off the coat. Alright, bud?”

“Okay, daddy.”

Zhongli finishes stuffing the kid’s backpacks with their school supplies and helps each child slip their arms through the straps. He was hesitant to send your children to a school at first, wanting to homeschool them, but you insisted that it would be better for them. You had gone to school in Liyue and the people that taught you were the same people that would be teaching your children.

“We’re going to be late,” Childe said, checking the time, “Everyone ready?”

There was a chorus of “yes” and Childe gathered your children at the front door. Your bottom lip was still quivering at the sight of the twins in their new clothes and little backpacks. Childe grabbed each of their hands and Zhongli trailed behind, opting to wrap an arm around your waist in case you started crying again.

“Whose more excited?” Childe teased, starting the short walk to the school building.

“I am!” Your daughter cheered.

“No, I am,” Your son said quieter. Childe only laughed and flexed his bicep, pulling both kids off the ground for a moment. They giggled.

“They’re excited!” You blubbered to Zhongli, unable to control the tears. Zhongli wiped away your tears with a small smile.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” He asked.

You nodded and repeated, “They’re excited.”

“Daddy, are you and mama and dad going to go to school too?” Your daughter asked. Childe peered over his shoulder and shared a cheeky grin with you and Zhongli.

“We’re too old for school,” Zhongli answered.

“Oh,” She said, “Then what are you going to do?”

The question made you and your husbands freeze. What were you going to do? You had dedicated the last five years of your lives to spending every waking moment with your babies, what were you going to do now that they wouldn’t be with you for hours at a time?

“I think mama is going to miss you,” Childe answered cheekily, “And me and dad are going to practice sparring. Root for daddy, okay?”

Zhongli rolled his eyes but was too tired to counter. The kids laughed again and cheered for Childe until all of you arrived at the school building. It blended right into the city of Liyue and you would have missed it if it wasn’t for the familiar woman standing outside. She greeted you, ecstatic to see a former student of hers now had children of their own.

Childe and Zhongli said goodbye to the twins first, kissing their cheeks and ruffling their hair. They moved to the side and let you crouch down to their level. You bit your lip to hold back even more tears and wrapped your arms around your kids. You pulled them into your chest and they snuggled right in.

“Be good to Madam Changyang, okay?” You whispered into their ears.

“We will, mama,” Your daughter answered and your son agreed. Finally, you pulled away and Madam Changyang gave you a sympathetic smile before ushering your kids inside the building.

“You did good,” Zhongli told you when you stood back up. “They’ll be back in your arms in no time.”

It was Childe’s turn to hold and kiss you. “Would a nice lunch at the Pavilion cheer you up? My treat.”

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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your voice

angsty vibe, requested by @hollandlover19 than you for th rq and hop this doesn't disappoint too much :)))

summary: tom says something so stupid and has to deal with the consquences

warnings: a bit angsty, but ends in fluff! argumnts and raising voices, I guess could be associated with panic attacks tho not written with that intention

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“Oh, Y/n er sorry.” Harrisons morning dulcet tones were what you were awoken to with a groan.

Everything was achy, and your head was pounding, making you grumble in discontent as you shifted uncomfortably on the technically too-small-to-sleep-on sofa.

This was not the morning you’d foreseen even 12 hours ago.

Lockdown had been difficult for everyone, even removing the tragic health crisis. Being locked in with your boyfriend and his brothers and friends was, for the most part, amazing. Lots of laughs, lots of beers and lots of quality time that you usually didn’t get. But it was also intense.

Without a doubt, since you first got together, this was the longest time you’d ever had with Tom. And it had been brilliant, your relationship getting so much closer and just learning the subtlest intricacies about the other. In fact, when lockdown had been announced, you’d never lived together (the most a week-long holiday).

Though it was also like a pressure cooker, Toms rented house. When one of you were in an understandable but stubborn lousy mood, it affected the whole house.

Yesterday night had been the perfect storm. The weather was unbelievably scorching; your work had announced that they had to let some staff go because of the financial implications of the pandemic; a ‘mole’ had released personal details of your relationship.

And it was like a pot on the stove; everything went from controllable to violently boiling over in a matter of minutes.

Honestly, you didn’t even know why you had started arguing - it was that pathetic. And yet you’d both said pretty horrible stuff - though it was Tom who had crossed the line. Frankly, the way he’d spoken to you was almost unforgivable.

You’d both known instantly too, all his anger at you had immediately evaporated when he’d realised what he had said. It took no time for him to become a grovelling apologetic mess, however even that- it was already too late.

It might sound feeble, but honestly, you’d run and locked yourself in the downstairs loo. You’d cried on the inside- whilst from the other side of the door, he had been begging and pleading with you.

After an hour though, Tom finally gave up - hence why you’d had a pretty uncomfortable night on the sofa.

This brings it back to Harrison, the early riser of the house, barrelling into the living room after his morning run. All bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, except also slightly terrified looking as he stood awkwardly in the doorway.

“I’m up now” You sighed, dragging yourself into a sitting position on the sofa whilst massaging your crooked neck.

“You er…. you fell asleep watching the TV?” Rolling your eyes, you sighed at the blonde, even if his poor acting was a little entertaining.

“Are we both pretending that you don’t know what went down last night?” Of course, Harrison knew. The walls were thin, you’d been screaming and he was Tom’s best friend. No doubt, Tom had immediately gone to him for help and advice last night.

Harrison held his hands up in response, caught in the act, and clicked his tongue. “What he said was bad. You shouldn’t be the one ending up with the sore back.” He wasn’t wrong.

“And yet here I am…” With a sigh you smiled which he returned with a sickeningly empathetic one “Anyway, don’t let my sad self get in the way, did you come in here for anything?”

Now, because Harrison was mentally a five year old, that’s how you ended up sat crossed-legged on the floor, clutching a wii remote and angrily shouting at yoshi on the mariokart screen. The whole household was competitive as hell and you were no exception - so some rouge elbows were flying when he viciously knocked you off the track.

Slowly Harry and Tuwaine filtered in and picked up remotes too, so the quiet morning was very quickly switched into a tense atmosphere of yelps and shouts. None more so than Tuwaine, who was possibly the worst looser you had ever met.

Really, you knew all the boys were only doing this as there way of showing you they were with you. That they also thought Tom was a massive raging dickhead. And you appreciated it more than they would ever know. Locked down in Toms house, very much not mutual ground, having three stupid boys behind you meant everything.

Just as you got on to the 18th and final race of the house’s mario grand prix, another voice cut across the tense silence as you waited for the coutdown to turn into ‘go’. Naturally, you flipped round to see Tom, looking as though he literally just rolled out of bed with puffy eyes and messy hair and no top. The sight made your heart flutter, to the point you had to consciously check yourself - refusing to smile softly at him like you usually would, instead narrowing your eyebrows and looking back at the TV.

Tom had so desperately hoped that when he came down this morning, everything would be better. That all it’d take would be a quiet conversation for the two of you to make up - for him to have you in his arms again. Primarily as he had heard your excited laugh echoing through the halls in reactions to Tuwaines yelps of protests - it made him hopeful. Waking up to a cold and empty bed was almost soul-crushing this morning. He did not want it to ever happen again.

Which is why his heart sank so much when all you gave him was a scolding look, before turning your attention to the TV. Admittedly, he was naive to think that what he’d done last night would be an easy fix - he knew it too. So with dropping shoulders, Tom silently took a seat on the sofa, watching from afar. You spent the rest of the race more absent, not joining in with the Harrison or Harrys trash-talking, acutely aware of Tom’s eyes burning the back of your head.

Then came Harry’s celebrations as the overall winner (only just) and when Harrison suggested another game Tom piped up again.

“Give me a turn Harry.”

The three boys kneeling next to you all stiffened, looking immediately to you for what seemed like consent - as if they were engaging with the enemy. (At least it was good to know everyone was on your side).

“I’m gonna go prepare for my meeting anyway.” You spoke quietly, already placing the remote on the floor and standing up.

“Y/n I don’t mind swappin-“

“No. Thanks, H but no.” You weren’t being selfless and giving Tom a turn. You were running away from seeing him.

And Harrison was still really angry at Tom. He’d been so selfish and insensitive and had hurt you- someone who Haz also cared a lot about too. Yes Tom was his bestmate, that he’d grown up with and known for years - but Haz really liked you too, in fact all the boys did. So they were almost as pissed with Tom as you were.

So while you threw the cushion you were sat on back on the floor, Harrison shot Tom the filthiest look and practically shooed him away.

“come on Y/n … just one more? Then you can do your boring work.” You were about to refuse when Haz tilted his head toward the door, only then noticing that Tom had slipped out the room. Now that he was gone ,yes, just one more wouldn’t hurt. The meeting prep wasn’t time pressured; it was an excuse for an escape.

Tuwaine whooped a little when you nodded, planting back down and ready for the first race. Yet apart from that, the room was still a little awkward, you being the first to break the silence.

“Actually Haz, would you mind giving me a lift today?”

“What to the shops?

“Um no not quite.” Tuwaine laughed in his usual innocent and infectious style before asking more.

“Seriously? You know we’re locked down? Boris won’t be happy if you going mad and leaving the house.”

“Just to Y/f/n’s. She lives on her own so it’s legal.”

“She lives just down the road right? Can’t you walk?” Harry was confused, making him look away from the screen, ultimately leading to his ‘diddykong’ falling off the track.

“I’ll have my bags. I um… I think I’m going to stay with her till lockdown eases more.”

As soon as you said that, Harry pressed pause on the race, all three boys looking at you mouth-opened.

“For real?”

“Yeh I um… think me and Tom need some time apart and being locked in isn’t helping.”

“I’m not saying to forgive and forget what he said… but he is really sorry.”

“The twats literally kicking himself.” Tuwaine added, making you smile a little for calling Tom that.

“I know just… I need some space and-“

“Are you breaking up?” Harry almost announced, cutting you off. He would miss you too.

“No! Nono I … well I don’t know. I just- we both need this.”

The boys all nodded, looking at the floor for a moment before Harrison’s blue eyes were back on you.

“Course I’ll drive, but… but I’ll miss you.”

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You’d left merely an hour later, whilst Tom was holed up in the garden doing what looked like an almost unbearable work out. It meant he was also out your hair and you could throw all your stuff into two suitcases without him being any the wiser. It was probably pretty cowardly to leave without speaking to him, but you couldn’t. It would hurt too much and you didn’t want to break down in front of him. No doubt as soon as you had got to Y/f/n you did - into a blubbering mess of tears - but Tom hadn’t seen so it was okay.

Speaking of. Tom.

Tom was not in a good way at all. He’d been trying really hard to curb his’ short fuse’ lately- all of which had been well and truly blown in the past 4 hours. After finally being realised from meetings, which he’d not been able to concentrate on anyway, Tom had mentally prepared himself for a lot of grovelling. Once he’d vaguely hunted the house and not found you there, he naturally asked Harry and Tuwaine (both of whom were in the living room) if they’d seen you around.

It was a typical question, the answer he was expecting was that you’d just gone on your daily walk. And yet the response he got was… well a lot more confusing. Harry’s eyes widened whilst T did his awkward-uncomfortable chuckle, the two locked in an intense bout of eye contact. It was as though they were arguing with each, but through the powers of telekinesis... and it put Tom on edge. He was already stressed because you were so angry with him, so not getting a clear answer out of his brother and best mate - lets just say it tested his patience.

“You two need to tell me what the hell is going on right now.”

The two boys both looked panicked to speak to him, which was the opposite of the usual situation. They were some of the ONLY people in his life that would just say it how it is, no sugar coating. Like if he was away and being ‘famous’ was getting to his head; or if he wore the wrong pair of jeans. Even yesterday evenings events, they’d both called him out on what he’d said to you.

So why the silence?

Eventually, it was Harry who spoke up, but in doing so, practically just waved all responsibility on to another innocent party.

“Ask Haz.”

And then Tom knew. He knew this was bad. Immediately his heart was pumping at an alarmingly fast rate, taking the stairs two at a time and not bothering to knock before bursting the door open.

“Where’s Y/n?”

Harrison was reclined back on his haphazardly made bed, laptop balanced on his lap as he looked up with a sigh. He’d known this conversation was coming, but it didn’t make it any less easy. With a sigh, Haz closed the lid of his MacBook and sat up on the bed.

“Tom just-“

“Where. Is. She.”

“She’s gone to Y/f/n’s.”

“Oh… okay.” Suddenly Tom’s voice was muted, thinking he might’ve blown his top at nothing. This wasn’t weird - Y/f/n was in your support bubble and you went to hers often.

Tom was grossly underestimating the situation - and Harrison heard didn’t fancy stringing him along though.

“No like gone. She um… she took all her stuff. I think she’s going to stay there till-“

Tom was already out his room at that point, slamming the door as he did so. Making a beeline for his own room, Tom then frantically started to pull out the draws and rummage around the shelves, confirming what he already knew. Your clothes were gone, your toothbrush and toiletries were gone, you were gone.

It’s important to note Tom didn’t really cry all that much. Or if he did - it was more inconsequential, at a sad movie or one of the rescue dog stories from battersea. Actually, when it came down to it, he didn’t really cry.

Now though, it was impossible to ignore the burning of his eyes, as he sank down onto the bed that now felt twice the size. With ragged breath, he repeatedly fisted his eyes, not actually letting the tears fall - but it was impossible to not acknowledge their presence. Harrison stood wordlessly at the door frame, knowing it best not to interrupt - whilst at the same time knowing Tom shouldn’t be left alone. There was a delicate balance between the two, which he was walking on a knife-edge on right now.

After a short while, Tom looked up with red eyes and nodded at Harrison, effectively granting him entrance. With a sigh once again, Haz moved and sat next to Tom on the bed, clasping his hands together nervously.

“She said you both just needed a break from each other. Think lockdown and everything was just a bit too intense.” Haz had tried to explain, yet it seemed Tom had only managed to lock onto one of the first words.

“A break? Or breaking up?”

“I uhm… she didn’t explicitly say ending things. But I just… I don’t know to be honest mate.”

“You see the way she looked at me this morning? Like she hated me. Wouldn’t even acknowledge that I was there.”

“I don’t know what to say… she needs time and space I think.” Tom was silent for a beat, shaking his head as he cradled his forehead.

“I hate the fact you and my girlfriend are on better terms than I am.” Anddd his voice was back to scathing.

“I’m not on anyones side. But your both my friends and she… she needed some time.”

With that, Harrison made a quick exit out, getting Harry to take over the Tom supervision.

Ever since the atmosphere in the house had been tense. To say Tom was highly strung was an understatement, particularly towards Harrison. Deep down he was thankful Haz was looking out for Y/n: he was glad that Haz was checking she was okay. It’s not like Tom could, because Y/n was refusing to answer his calls, texts, whatsapps, even the slip of paper he’d slipped under Y/f/n’s door in the middle of an especially dark night.

So it was good to know Y/n was okay, but the fact she was going on socially distanced walks with the rest of his housemates was rubbing salt in the wound.

After a week and a half of complete radio silence on your end Tom had utterly worn down. He didn’t have the emotional capacity to be angry anymore, he was just tired. Tired of missing you with every breath, tired of the ten-tonne weight of guilt pressing on his chest, fucking exhausted with being angry at Haz and Harry and Tuwaine.

The best thing in his life and one of the very limited opportunities was quality time with the people he loved more than anything else. He had ruined it all.

And it was the small things. It was waking up to your soft, whispered voice in the morning; it was your infectious giggle when he surprised you with a hug from behind and gentle kisses to your neck; it was your quiet singing in the shower. Especially when he knew Haz, Harry and Tuwaine were all still seeing you and laughing with you. It hurt like hell.

Which is how he ended up hesitantly knocking on Harrison’s bedroom door at half eleven at night, with his tail between his legs. Having been so uber-healthy all lockdown, Haz was already in bed following his sleep cycle, though for Tom right now- he would be awake.

“I’m um… I’m sorry I’ve been a knob. There’s no excuse of anything I’ve just… I’ve been a knob.”

“You’re not wrong.” Harrison nodded in agreement with a sly smile, motioning for Tom to come into the room, after which he perched on the edge of the bed.

“I just… I need to speak to her but I… I don’t want to push her if she’s still hurting and I…”

“You absolutely promise not to blow your fuse? Because she couldn’t handle that.” Tom’s eyes widened, thinking this would be a much harder pitch than how it seemed to be going.

“Yesyesyes i- I promise. I just, I feel broken you know? Even if all I get is the time to say sorry, I-I really need to.”

Harrison released a deep breath, nodding slowly before throwing the covers off himself. Tom watched all his movements with a curious gaze, silently sitting as Haz pulled on a hoodie, then socks too.

“Well? Let’s go.”

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Now, what Tom had not in the slightest bit been prepared for was this to happen tonight. Really, he hadn’t even thought Harrison would agree to let him talk to you… and even if he had, Tom not in hell thought it’d be at 11:30 that evening.

His heart was thundering in his chest, trying to hurriedly script how on earth he was going to apologise meaningfully to you - as him and Haz walked the short distance to your friends house. Honestly the whole situation was peculiar to Tom - finding it hard to believe that if you weren’t to answer his texts you wouldn’t be open to an in person conversation.

What Tom didn’t know, was how you’d been texting Haz at a similar point of desperation. You weren’t happy and even given everything Tom had said and acted - you missed your boy. No matter how infuriating he could be when trapped 24/7 - you’d quickly learnt this was the only way you wanted to spend these weird times.

So yes, Tom’s best friend knew you were hardly sleeping either, but needed that little push to interact with you boyfriend. No doubt, you’d still be awake to answer the door.

Once he’d arrived at the apartment block and walked up the stairs to the right floor, it still took some prodding and pushing from Harrison to get Tom to knock on the door. Plainly, because he was shitting himself. Haz hadn’t given him enough pre warning, enough time to work it all out in his head. So it took another encouraging nod from Harrison for him to knock on the slightly rough-round-the-edges flat door.

Y/f/n was single and young, starting her career in Kingston - so the flat she could afford was modest at best. When it was just occupied by a single person, that was manageable - two was a push. You’d only been living with her for a week and a few days but it was enough to know this flat was not ideal for two people in lockdown. You were already stepping on each others toes. It also wasn’t technically legal to move households but Y/f/n had always been in your support bubble as a single household otherwise. And so there was also a layer of guilt to it all.

Naturally then, sharing a bed with someone who wasn’t Tom meant you just were not sleeping. Even if you had both gone to bed early (just to kill some hours in the day) you were still wide awake at quarter to twelve - when a timid knock echoed through the minuscule apartment. Curiosity peaked at who the hell would be calling now; you silently slipped out of bed, managing to not disturb Y/f/n, and closed the bedroom door.

Now you weren’t an idiot. Even though this was southwest london, hardly the capital for crime, Y/f/n lived in a dodgy building with some questionable characters. And it was midnight. Hence why you approached the situation cautiously, tiptoeing to the door and waiting with your ear pressed against the wood.

“I told you she wouldn’t answer!”

“She will! Might just be in the loo or something.”

“Haz this is stupid-“

The air in your chest froze when you immediately recognised the smooth tone of his voice. It was him… and you’d missed that so much. Already there were tears in your eyes and you couldn’t open the door just yet. So no, instead you slid down the doorframe before calling quietly out into the night.

“Tom?”

The bickering on the otherside of the door was silenced, but you heard a quite tap on the door... and could envision exactly what was going on. Tom, pressing both palms and his ear to the door, as Harrison took a few steps back - sensing his work was done.

“Y/n? You there?” He sounded desperate, you could hear the emotion dripping off his voice. It was only when you tried to reply did you realise your own voice was having a harder time speaking.

“Yeh its-its me.” It felt as though this heavyweight that had been pressing down on your chest was slowly lifting, making your voice all cracky and low.

In response, there was a short and sharp exhale. It sounded relieved before some fidgeting as you imagined him crouching down beside the door - mirroring your image.

“Fuck, it… it feels so good to hear your voice.”

“Yours too… I’ve-i’ve missed you.”

Tom snorted at that, a gentle bang allowing you to realise he’d just whacked his head on the back of the wood.

“You have no idea how this week felt.” He was wrong though, you did.

Yes, maybe without the insurmountable guilt that Tom was rightfully feeling, but it didn’t mean that the time apart wasn’t easy.

“I do. This hasn’t been a nice holiday for me you know?”

He sighed, knowing that yet again he’d said the wrong thing. This time though, he didn’t rebut instantly (which surprised you), instead his response was more measured and calculated.

“I am so sorry. And of course, I know because I was the one that hurt you too. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for that.” You nodded but given this conversation was happening through a door Tom didn’t see your gentle agreement - opting to fill the silence.

“I um… I’m not good at this whole um… speaking my feelings. But I’ve hated myself ever since I picked that fight with you. It was stupid and uh it-it was all my fault. I’m so so sorry for hurting you.”

“‘Why?” You tried to ask, except the words were stuck in your throat, making you have to clear it before asking again. “Why did you say it?”

“To get a rise out of you. It’s stupid and petty and fucking-fucking dumb. I said it not because I’ve ever thought it, I never ever have, but I knew it’d hurt you. I was preying on your insecurities because I was angry at the world and that was so unfair. “

“No shit.”

Silence reigned as you fiddled with your fingers - specifically with the promise ring he’d bought you a year ago.

“You-you think you could ever forgive me?”

“Thats the annoying part. I want to hate you because you literally stabbed me then twisted the knife but… but all I’ve done this week is miss you. Even when I saw Haz or Harry or Tuwaine. I just fucking missed you.”

“Can you open the door please love?”

Clumsily you scrubbed the tear tracks off your face, scrabbling to your feet so you could thrust open the doors. Because you might still be bloody pissed at him, but at the same time - you needed your Tom. Thrusting the door open, the first thing you registered was being pressed into Tom’s chest. His arms slinked around your waist and held him tight, which you reciprocated, squeezing tightly round his neck. Your senses were all being assaulted by one thing and one thing only. Tom.

He smelt like usual, except maybe the slightest bit stronger than usual - you figured he hadn’t showered in a day or two or bothered with cologne. The top of your forehead was pressed up against his chin, and as he readjusted his grip on you, you felt the scratchy feeling of his unshaven stubble. He kept whispering apologies against the top of your head, almost desperate and religiously.

Arching back, you brought both hands to cup his cheeks, looking into his glassy brown. eyes, which looked so lost and confused.

“I’m still angry.”

“Of course-“

“I’m still angry but I’m going to kiss you okay?”

Safe to say Tom didn’t require a verbal response, taking it upon himself to nudge his lips against yours, yet waiting for you to initiate the kiss. And that you did, everything else about this godforsaken week and a half. His index finger traced the angle of your jaw, whilst he held your lower back tight, pressing himself as close as physically possible to you. Needing you.

Eventually arching back, your thumb ran over his deep and sunken under-eyes, which added so much age to his face.

“You look tired Tommy.”

“Can’t sleep without you telling me goodnight.” That was another tradition you had had. Even when he was away, you’d even set an alarm for whatever bedtime was for the other across the world. Just so you could send a little message or voice not saying goodnight. Was it cringey? Yes. Did either of you care? No.

But since you’d been away all the evening wishes were absent from you. Which hurt Tom more than you may ever know.

“I know you’re still angry but will you please come home to me? I need you to be the last thing I hear at night and the first thing in the morning.”

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getlostsquidward · 3 years

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The gaps in your hearts (Part 2)

Lou Miller x fem!reader

A/N: You asked for part 2, and I shall deliver. I hope it's worth your wait!!

Summary: After your departure, an unexpected circumstance had you arriving back at the loft, back at Lou. Will the gaps in your hearts only become wider or will they be finally filled?

Part one

“Oh, bugger. Baby? I’m home.”

“Nice place.”

“Try heating it.”

“There’s a room for you upstairs. Your stuff’s upstairs too.”

Lou called your name a couple of times but she got no answer. Maybe you went out and got something from the store. She furrowed her eyebrows at the notion that you didn’t let her know you’ll go out like you usually does.

She can’t wait for you to meet Debbie.

The sun has set down and you weren’t at home yet. Lou was growing worried each minute that passes. She’d left you text messages, she tried to call you several times, but all of it went to voicemail. Where did you go?

Debbie had returned from her closure meeting with Claude. She had bought takeout for dinner but Lou wasn’t in any mood to eat. She was antsy but keeping it down so her friend won’t notice. Maybe you were called in at work? Maybe you went out with a friend and forgot to send her a text. The blonde knows you can perfectly take care of yourself but she can’t help but be worried.

“Where’s your girl?” Debbie asked, reminded of Lou calling someone ‘baby’ when they arrived earlier.

Lou just shrugged her shoulders, not really knowing what to answer.

“Maybe she hit her head and woke up from the truth,” the brunette joked.

Lou glared at her friend. “Not funny.”

“Tell me about her.”

The blonde started to tell her friend everything. From how you met, the ups and downs of your relationship, and how loving and wonderful you are. You were patient and understanding; you were perfect in every way and she hated how she’d managed to hurt the one person that did nothing but love her.

The day you moved out of the loft was the most devastating day of her life. It was way much worse than when Debbie left before.

She knew that you were checking in on her through Matt, and she was wracked with guilt. Even after what she’d done, you still care for her. Lou unconsciously checks her phone to see if you left a message but to no avail. You really honoured your word that you’d give her time, and she was thankful for that.

In your two-month break, she really had thought about it all. She used the time to sort out her feelings. Hell, she even opened up to some of her other friends for help, something she rarely does even with those who know her. Unearthing her feelings.

Lou had feelings for Debbie. She didn’t know if it was romantic or if it was just a deep affection. She didn’t really think much of it. Debbie was one of the few of the persons she knows she could trust with her life and in the conworld, such a person was like a rare gem. It was hard to find, and if you do, you’ve got to treasure it. And so she did.

“Maybe you’d mistaken the concept of love and affection. You told me you really didn’t think anything about it and that explains it. The moment you felt that that person was dear to you, you immediately equated it to romantic love.”

The words mentioned had hit Lou, hard. Once she realized that, she promptly had to find you. She called you, but you didn’t answer. She didn’t know where you were staying so she asked your friends, and that’s how Lou found you drowning in liquor in some alley.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Debbie berated, feeling rather guilty about how she was probably the reason you left for the second time around.

“I do. No need to remind me.”

“I’m gonna tell you to go find her, but I also need you to focus on the job. Can you do both?”

“Of course,” Lou sighed. She won’t know what she would do if she were to lose you for real this time.

You were feeling rueful for leaving Lou without a word. You knew she’d be worried sick, but it was the best for the two of you. Once again, you fell into your routine. It was incredibly helpful that an event was coming and you can spend all of your time at work. Though this time, the constant drinking was out of your to-do list.

Your mind often wandered to Lou. She said something about a job, maybe that’s what they’re doing right now. Has she been thinking of you too?

The messages and missed calls Lou had sent you were not in your knowledge as you’d let your best friend hide your phone, and bought a new one for you. At first, you thought that it would be ridiculous and childlike of you but maybe she had a point. The worst-case scenario would be Lou filing for a missing person’s case, but you knew she wouldn’t dare cross paths with the police.

“Oh my god, you guys. This party is nuts. I’m not kidding! If your dress is ugly, you can’t wear it, no shit! They will bower your wardrobe!” Tammy rambled and rushed to get into the loft where she got everyone’s attention.

“I love that!” Lou quipped.

“Oh I gotta pee,” Tammy continued to ramble. “Every table cost a quarter-million dollars that if they allow you to buy one! I mean not just any $250,000 check will be approved, I mean they literally have to tell you whether or not they’ll take your money, it’s crazy!”

Everyone was standing outside the bathroom, still listening to Tammy rant about the Met.

“And then you can’t bring anyone, that you clearly go by yourself. They spend a hundred grand on food and apparently no one eats, it’s really crazy,” the blonde finished as she went out, kind of out of breath from the continuous rambling.

“Did you get the seating chart?” asked Debbie.

“The what?”

“The seating chart.” Tammy handed the special glasses she was wearing to Debbie.

“If I haven’t said it, it’s really crazy. This one person that I’m working with maybe is the only saving grace of that place. Thank goodness for Y/N,” the blonde sighed, capturing the attention of Lou.

She shared looks with Debbie, hoping that it was you their friend was talking about.

After discussing the seating chart, they approached Tammy and straightforwardly asked about you, if you were the same person she’d mentioned. Apparently, you quit your last job and had started few weeks prior to Tammy. Lou asked if you’re doing well, and almost cried when she nodded. When Tammy asked why they are curious, Debbie answered. “Lou’s girl. Left because of this dumbass right here.”

The blonde had a surprised expression on her face, a bit amazed at how small the world is. The person they’ve been looking for was only at their reach this whole time.

“She’s sweet. If you’re planning to get her back, which I know you would, you better not mess up.”

Since that day, Lou was itching to contact you but inhibited herself. She’d finish the job first, then she would have you back. If she was lucky enough to be given a second chance, which she wouldn’t fucking waste, she can finally go to California riding with you on her new bike like you always wanted to do.

Finally, it was the first Monday in May. Lou was still in the van with Nineball, preparing food for her. She remembered you telling her she would look good in a chef’s uniform. She wasn’t actually a chef right now, but she still owes you a hundred bucks.

What if you weren’t gone? Maybe you would be in on the heist too, and you would be the most beautiful woman in her eyes, everyone else in the Met is damned. She knew you would have loved and drooled over the green jumpsuit she was wearing.

The heist was successful, and the ladies were lounging at the loft. Their dillydally was halted when an unexpected guest has stormed the loft. Daphne Kluger.

“You guys are fucked,” the actress huffed. “Wow, nice place.”

“Excuse me, you are trespassing-”

“No, we asked her to come,” Lou cut Tammy’s accusation.

Debbie started to explain how Daphne might have gotten a sense of what they were doing, so they roped the brunette in. Daphne then asserted how she was the one who was saving everyone from insurance fraud. Another revelation had caused panic to those who didn’t know, scared that they might be busted and imprisoned.

“We will not be the prime suspect.”

“Then who will be the prime suspect?”

Lou listed several people like the security guys and the busboy. Their attention was focused on Daphne that they didn’t notice another person coming in. You quietly opened the door in purpose, glancing at each of the women inside. You’d heard the last bit of their conversation and captured their attention by announcing your presence.

“The shady guy who put Debbie away,” you casually commented, walking towards everyone.

“Wow,” Daphne chuckled. “The boyfriend.”

Everyone but Debbie and Daphne was shocked, for the third time around. They didn’t really expect guests today. Lou looked like she had seen a ghost but didn’t take her eyes off you.

“Yup. If they were gonna be looking for somebody, just had to make sure it wasn’t one of us.”

You whispered a “Hi, Tam” to your coworker, and took a sit in the middle of her and Daphne. “The precision, right?” the actress turned to you. “The attention to detail, a little grace note that really makes something sing.”

While she was blubbering about how well-thought the job was, she scooted closer to you and put a hand on your thigh. Lou raised an eyebrow at the action, jealousy bubbling in her chest.

“Why are you doing this?” Tammy asked, referring to Daphne. “And Y/N? You were in too? How?”

You let the brunette answer first and when she finished, Debbie had answered for you.

“She was our other mole in the Met, aside from you and Nine.”

“Oh, you were an angel, Y/N. She made sure I was okay after hurling my guts out. Much much better company than my date,” Daphne preached, leaning her head on your shoulder. You rest your head on hers in return.

Lou’s jaw was gritted, it was too much for her and she couldn’t look any longer. She looked at Debbie and gave her a perplexed look, asking for further explanation.

The brunette just shrugged her shoulder, knowing it was up to you to talk to Lou. After all, it was the reason she approached you. At first, she had only talked to you about Lou, but later called to ask if you were willing to join in the job. You’d said yes right away.

That night, you saw Lou sitting near the shore. She was staring straight ahead as you sat next to her.

“Lou?”

“You know, I planned to talk to you after we got the money. But you got to me first,” she whispered.

“You have to thank Debs for that.”

Lou chuckled, “Debs? What, you’re on a nickname basis now? She doesn’t even let me call her that.”

“She told me everything. And, I- I’m sorry, Lou. I shouldn’t have left like that, left you worried though you had a job to focus on-”

Lou cut you off as she pulled you in for a hug. “No, Y/N. I should be the one apologizing.”

Her hand was running up and down your back, the touch soothing all of your troubles. You can finally feel at peace. There was no snarling voice at the back of your head, no heavy feeling. You feel like a sailor in the middle of a calm sea.

“I’ll make it up to you, for real, this time,” Lou pulled back, giving you a smile. You nodded in return.

“Although you may have to explain first what was that earlier,” her smile faded, and glared at you playfully.

You were about to ask what she was referring to when you suddenly remembered. You told her how you may or may not have told Daphne that you were on a rough patch and she volunteered to help make Lou jealous. Both of you shared a laugh as she commented on how effective it was that she had to restrain herself from tearing you apart from the actress.

There was no time to waste, you thought as you pressed your lips against Lou’s. The kiss was slow and passionate, the both of you pouring all your feelings out. Her hand entangled itself on the base of your skull as she deepened the kiss, tongue swiping on your bottom lip asking for entrance. You let her dominate you, a soft moan coaxed out of your mouth.

The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Lou’s lips; your hammering heart and the waves lapping gently at the shore.

“I love you, baby,” Lou murmured, both of you breathless.

“I know, Lou. I love you too.”

#cate blanchett #cate blanchett x reader #lou miller x reader #lou miller #ocean's 8 #ocean's 8 fanfiction #debbie ocean #tammy #daphne kluger

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lipstickbisous · 3 years

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plssss elaborate on chris choking you with his tie 🥵🥵

breath ⟶ chris evans

pairing: chris evans x reader

summary: he’ll show you what you do to him.

warnings: smut, daddy kink, dom!chris, degrading/dirty talk, creampie, oral (female receiving, choking, 18+ MINORS DNI

a/n: i got carried away...also it goes with this gif set! i think this might've been poorly written but oh well! thank you for the request!

the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

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chris isn’t usually strict. he’s definitely a sweet and a gentle guy, but trust me...if you do something that’s gonna piss him off, you better understand there’ll be consequences.

let’s say it’s the after party of any sort of red carpet event. he’s taking off his suit (although he looks gorgeous in one). he’s undoing his tie and ruffling his hair because it’s been a long day and all he whats to do is treat his girl to what she deserves. that night, you looked absolutely divine in the dress you were. i mean, you were practically glowing and chris could not take his eyes off you. so when you returned to the hotel room, and you walk in to see him in just his dress shirt, pants, and that tie, whew...you’re melting.

“are you lookin’ at something, hun?” he asked with a smirk bc he fucking knows what he’s doing.

you slip off your heels and just smileeee, “not at all.”

oof that sets chris off. he does not like joking around with you like this. his hard-on is making his pants tight and he knows you can see it. he grabs your hand and puts it against his length. “you see what you do to me, baby?” he asked again, whispering right next to your ear and gently kissed it. and whew if feeling his cock through his pants wasn’t enough to make your knees melt, then idk what is. you were struggling to find the words, too busy thinking abt what he could do to you with that cock. “come on, little girl, speak up.”

he’s standing right in front of you while you’re sitting on the edge of the bed. “yes, daddy” you squirm around bc there’s a little feeling between your legs that tickles.

chris definitely notices it. “atta girl,” he slurs, drunk off of you. his fingers go the straps of your dress before sliding them off of your shoulders. “look at my beautiful sweetheart,” he cooed and later your back down on the bed once you were bare in front of him. she’s so gorgeous, and she’s gonna look even better with my cock inside her. isn’t that right?”

you nod, “yes, daddy.” it was pathetic. you could only say two words at the moment and meanwhile chris was treating you like a queen. i mean, he’s dragging down your panties--white lace, mind you--and when he smells it, he lets out the most animalistic groan. and that makes you even more wet and chris is reveling in it.

“god, baby, you’re always so wet for me,” he mumbles and puts his hand underneath your back. “turn around on your tummy for me, sweetheart.”

chris didn’t have to tell you twice. you sit sat yourself on your stomach, knees close to your chest, and your ass in the air--just the way he likes it. your cunt is literally spread open for him to look out, and even though the lighting in the room is really dim, girl, you’re glistening in front of him. that’s enough to make him nut in his pants. meanwhile, he’s on his knees at the end of the bed, sliding off the tie from his shirt, setting it next to him for later.

“now,” he whispered, and when you felt breath against your folds you realized he’s only like inches away from you. (can u imagine omg) “you’re gonna behave for your daddy, right?” you didn’t even expect yourself to but jesus christ you whimper out a yes. “good girl,” this man chuckles that out from the depths of his chest. you’re expecting like another question or for him to at least tease you, but nopeeeee he latches his mouth to your core and immediately starts licking through your slit.

it’s an awkward position to try and grab his hair so your hands are moving all over the sheets, practically pulling the bedding apart. and you know what chris does? he laughs when he sees how he’s making you feel. and that sends vibrations straight through your body. your knees are about to collapse when he tightens his lips around your clit. you’re trying so hard to not scream because you’re not at home and there are people next door. “come on, baby, i wanna hear something,” he mutters while sticking his tongue inside your hole and that’s enough to make u burst. “i wanna hear how good your daddy makes you feel, okay?”

you finally let out a loud wave of noise but you’re still too scared to make too much sound. “oh, fuck,” you sob when his thumb makes contact with your clit. the stimulation is overwhelming and your legs are shaking all by themselves--chris thinks it’s adorable. the only free hand he has left grabs the tie he had set right next to him. he breaks contact with your pearl--you whine at that, and in return, a pinch to your leg with a “what do i say about whining”--and he wraps the tie around his fist. before he can bring you over the edge, he stops and kisses your inner thigh. your eyes are squeezed shut, but you hear a zipping sound and the clatter of a belt. there’s a soft clump of something on the carpeted floor and then you feel chris drag his tip through your slit.

he groans, “my baby, always so perfect for her daddy,” without any sort of warning, he shoves--and y’all know what i mean when i say SHOVES--it inside your hole. “god, i’m just stretching you open, aren’t i?” he immediately sets a rough pace and the speed has his skin slapping against your rapidly. “i make you feel so good, don’t i, little girl? tell me, baby, how good do i make you feel?”

you try to sit yourself up at least on your elbows because he’s making you crumble, but instead of balancing yourself, you scream when he opens you wide enough to touch your cervix. you’re speaking jibberish-- “mhm, fuck, daddy...it’s so big, i- fuck!”--literally incoherent noises that strokes chris’ ego. he takes the tie around his fist and wraps it around your neck, squeezing his palm and watching your eyes burst open. now, you’re stumbling over your own words and trying to find some sort of air supply, but chris is cutting off everything. “is this what i do to you? i fuck you, dumb, don’t i?”

then, he pulls you up by the tie high enough that you don’t have to depend on your arms for support anymore. your vision is turning fuzzy and you start seeing little specks. you manage to mutter out a choked, “so...good.”

“i know it is, sweetheart,” he furrows his brows because no matter how many times he pounds into you, you’re always so tight. “fuck, your pussy’s so good to me. always making me feel so good, always so tight. you love my cock so much, don’t you, baby? you love it so much you just need to make it feel good, right?” you nod (again, pathetically) and turn your head to look at him.

his hair that was neatly combed was now ruffled and an absolute mess. there was sweat running down his forehead, and his lower lip was gently twitching. he didn’t look back at you--no, chris’ attention was focused on watching his cock sink into your hole, only to pull it back out and shove it back in. and he doesn’t let go of the tie. he’s keeping you up there, breaking any sort of contact you had with oxygen. “my dumb fucking baby. doesn’t even know how to speak,” he laughs and it destroys you. “that’s how good i fuck her.”

your hands are grabbing at nothing and you’re an absolute mess. the core inside of you is tightening with every thrust chris takes and you’re trying to hold it in as much as you can. “i can feel that, sweetheart,” he tightens the tie. “do you really think i’m stupid?” he spits onto your cheek. “i can feel you around me, baby, i’ve fucked this pussy so many times. i know when you’re about to cum, and sweetheart, i’m about to cum too. i’m gonna fill up your fucking pussy, all the way up, and you’re gonna keep it inside you, alright?” you nod, but you start to claw the restraint around your neck. “i don’t think so, little girl.”

you can’t see anything now, just blindly trying to remove the tie and move your hips toward chris but he’s got them frozen with just one hand. “come on, baby, i know how good it feels,” you moan louder than before. you’re a hot mess now, blubbering without any supply of air, eyes squeezed shut, hot tears running down your cheeks. it’s a sight. “just cum for me. cum for your daddy, be a good girl.”

with a muffled scream, you let go and release everything you have onto his cock. it’s still drilling inside you and touching the spot inside you that makes you absolutely wild. his grip on the tie just barely loosens. “fuck, sweetheart, you’re makin’ me feel so good,” he sort of cries, and you clench yourself around. he laughs--deeply. “this beautiful cunt is all mine. i’m gonna fill it up with my cum, put a fucking baby inside you--” he stutters before he can finish his sentence and there’s a warm heat releasing inside you. just by feeling his strings of cum mark up your walls, you melt into the mattress.

chris stays like that for as long as he can. he’s holding it inside you with the rest of the strength he has, and when his cock finally softens he pulls it out. there’s a deep groan that echoes through the room when he sees his cum start to drip out of your hole. “oh baby,” he coos, spreading it open and watching the rest spill. “what a good girl. my good girl.” chris places a quick kiss on your folds and leaves the rest of both your clothing on the floor.

ya idk how to end this they kiss, go to sleep and whatever. @cno92 @honeysucklesteve @inactivewhore what do we think

#chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #esme answers #asks

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captainstiddies · 3 years

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Little One ; Lawyer! Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

a/n: this is my first time in like years posting smut so be gentle lol, but massive thank you to @illumisbundles for being my test dummy and helping with the title and everything love u!!

universe: modern, lawyer! Levi

pairing: Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT MINORS DON'T INTERACT LIKE AT ALL, jealous!Levi, edging, dacryphilia, slight overstim, daddy kink, dom!Levi

Levi was always incredibly formal, always a firm handshake and a cordial nod at these types of events. He always had a firm hand on your back leading you through the crowds of people at the annual gala. He was already so stand-offish on the day to day but having to be surrounded by every single one of his rich clients whose only problem was picking which summer home to visit this year was headache-inducing. Having you by his side, however, made it so much more manageable. The way you could navigate any conversation with a graceful smile while always finding a quick way out, made these events much more pleasing for the lawyer.

He tapped your back twice signalling silently that he was going to get a refill on drinks and you nodded pressing a kiss against his temple as he walked towards the bar. Leaving you standing at a small table by yourself, it wasn't long until one of his interns had approached you sparking up a lively conversation. At first, it wasn't a big deal you learned his name was Eren Yaeger and it was his first gala and he at first just seemed nervous until you could tell he started leaning in a little closer, complimenting your 'form'. And when you met eyes with your boyfriend across the room you could see him seething.

Even with how logical Levi was he couldn't help how jealous he became whenever he saw someone flirting with you. Especially when they were almost a good foot taller than him and still taller than you in your heels. He stalked back towards you and by the time Eren even noticed you weren't interested Levi was beside you again this time his hand was gripping your waist, bunching the fabric of your dress. "Yaeger, don't you have better things to do than annoy her?" His stern voice could've made Eren shit in his pants if he hadn't rented the tux, so he almost ran away from the table.

Turning towards Levi you went to speak but instead, you were met with that look in his eyes that already had heat pooling between your legs. "Downstairs, get the car I'll be down in five minutes." With that, he kisses your cheek walking to Erwin to make some excuse that you both have to leave, and without a second thought, you gather your coat and clutch and head towards the elevator.

Your crossed legs bounced as you waited in the backseat of the car, the driver simply smoking as he leant against the wall. You on the other hand couldn't seem to relax knowing exactly what punishment you were going to be given. When the driver swung open his door you jolted upright and less than a second later Levi slid into the seat beside you adjusting his jacket and tapping on the divider signalling to the chauffer to leave. For most of the ride Levi's silent, his hand placed firmly on your thigh squeezing just enough to remind you what you were in for when you got home.

The minute Levi let you into your condo he pulled you into a searing kiss, his hands gripping your hair before he pushes you against the wall. "Levi..." His glare silences you before you can continue before picking you up by your thighs, instinctively causing your legs to wrap around his waist. Levi's lips attach to the soft skin of your neck, sucking and biting harshly intent on leaving marks in his wake. He carried you to your bedroom before letting you fall onto the sheets and Levi had to admit he loved seeing you like this, dress up over your hips, lipstick smudged across your mouth, your heaving chest showcasing the already developing array of reds and purples marks along your neck.

His hands came to run along the skin of your thighs as he sighed. "Oh angel, do you know how much Yaeger truly angers me? He acts like everything belongs to him, and you played right into that didn't ya?" His eyebrow cocked as he looked down at you but all you could focus on was the feeling of his index finger ghosting over your clothed pussy. "Answer me." His command is followed by a swift slap to the outside of your thigh, watching as the skin jiggled. "No! No, I swear Daddy." He tsked at your pathetic plea before finally rubbing against your clit through your panties eliciting a moan to fall from your lips. "Little one, don't lie, I know exactly what you did, you showed him just how low cut that dress was, you let him think he could have you but no. You're mine." Pushing your panties to the side he slid his fingers into your already slick core, curling against the spongey spot inside of you. Setting an intense pace he leaned over you.

"Say it, don't make me ask twice angel." Levi's hot breath against your ear sent a shiver down your spine. "I'm yours, all yours, please I'm all yours-Please." You begged a hand going to his shoulder to steady yourself as the heel of his hand hit against your clit eliciting a lewd moan to leave your lips. Levi snickered as he lowered to his knees. "Use your words little one." He knew you like the back of his hand he knew from the minute he entered the car he knew he had you all riled up the way each time he squeezed your thigh a little harder and you would jump. Now even with his fingers knuckle deep inside you he could read you like a book the way you rolled your hips at each curl of his fingers or the shiver and whine that came from him blowing cool air against your skin.

"I want your mouth, hnn Daddy please i-I'll be good I promise." Your voice hitched as he pulled his fingers from inside you, a whine leaving you as Levi hooked his fingers into the band of your panties pulling them down and throwing them over his shoulder the smirk never left his lips nor did his eyes ever leave yours as he lowered his mouth to your now soaked pussy. He blew cold air against your clit causing you to jolt and whine out for him a hand going to his hair before Levi grabbed your wrist. "Hands above your head angel, one-touch and you won't cum for the rest of the fucking week." You did what you were told and when he was satisfied he sucked your clit into his mouth causing a loud moan to leave your lips gripping tightly at the sheets above your head, back arching as he continued his assault on your clit.

Levi slid his fingers back into your aching core curling up against your g-spot. You were getting close and he could tell from the way you clenched around his fingers at each thrust and from how desperately you were clinging onto the sheets trying to be his good girl."'M so close daddy- Fuck! So close so fucking close, please!" Sadly, your cries fell on deaf ears as you felt the knot tighten in your stomach until Levi pulled away completely. "Bad girls don't get to cum."

Levi continued his attack on your pussy bring you to the edge over and over again until you were crying for him to just fuck you. You were a blubbering mess when he finally rose from his knees, from where he was standing he towered over you, was able to look over your naked form. The dress had been discarded almost ten minutes ago your body was twitching and shaking from the sheer amount of times your orgasm had been ruined. Levi wiped your slick from his chin as he watched you pant. Your eyes glazed over with tears as he undid his belt and pulled his pants and boxers off. Levi slowly worked his hand along his cock, precum already slowly spilling from the swollen tip. Grabbing you from beneath your knees he pushed your legs against your chest, exposing your spasming pussy to him.

He pushed himself into your tight walls, a low groan came from his chest as he bottomed out. "Still so fucking tight angel, so fucking perfect." He started his pace slow and deep rolling his hips against yours every time, hitting your cervix with each roll. It didn't take long for that knot to tighten again inside you, Levi's lips met yours in a bruising kiss, you could still taste yourself on his tongue causing an almost pornographic moan to leave you. The second his free hand came to your clit rubbing hard and fast circles your hands flew to his shoulders. "Please, oh god! Please 'm gonna cum!" This time however he didn't pull away instead he moved his lips to your shoulder biting against the soft skin. A scream ripped through you as the white-hot of your orgasm moved through your body.

Watching you come undone just drove Levi crazy, his thrusts turned erratic as he came closer and closer to his own edge his fingers never stopping as he made you jolt from the overstimulation "No, no daddy, I can't." Your cries were masked by the absolutely lewd sounds coming from your pussy as Levi pistoned into you. "You've been begging to-fuck cum for an hour angel, Jesus Christ can't take another one?" his head fell forward resting his forehead against yours as he pressed further against your legs with his chest his free hand came to your neck squeezing it as he watched you cry from pleasure, the orgasm almost catching you by surprise. You clawed at his back as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

Levi snapped his hips into you one more time as he let out a low groan quickly followed by thick hot spurts of cum. Pulling out he watched as a mixture of yours and his cum dripped from your fluttering and gaping hole. He was tempted to finger it back into you, maybe if you got pregnant no one would ever act as if you were free to be picked up like a common whore. His eyes scanned up your body and landed on your tear-streaked face. "Little one, look at me... c'mon open those pretty eyes." He cupped your cheek, thumb brushing against the damp skin of your cheekbone. Slowly you opened your eyes a hand coming to rest on his. "There's my pretty girl." He cooed softly as he kissed your forehead. Standing up he went to the ensuite damping a towel for your face and another to clean you up. Pulling on a clean pair of boxers he sat beside you running the cool cloth against your skin cleaning you as best he could until your shower in the morning.

Once you were situated under the covers he pulled you into his side, pressing soft kisses along your hairline, rubbing gentle circles along your spine. "You were so good for me little one, I love you so much don't forget it ever, please." His voice was soft as he whispered against your skin. Sleepily you nodded, your body was still sore and would probably be tenfold in the morning. "Levi...I love you too, 'm not gonna leave you for some stupid intern, you know that right?" It was his turn to nod, reaching over to turn off the table lamp. "I know angel, sleep now. You need to rest."

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman smut #levi x reader #levi smut #levi x y/n #levi x you #levi ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman x you #tw smut #tw daddy kink #tw dacryphilia #tw overstimulation #tw edging #levi ackerman imagine

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thebadgerclan · 2 years

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Reversed Roles

Pairing: Nina Zenik x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: In private, your roles are reversed...

Smut!

Anyone who knew you would make the same assumption: that Nina was the top in your relationship. She was outgoing, flirty, bubbly, able to make anyone, male or female, blush with just a single glance, where you were reduced to a blubbering, blushing mess when she so much as winked at you. Your Nina loved making you flustered, she loved the knowledge that when she threw a flirty comment your way, you got wet, that it only made you want her, but as soon as the bedroom door was shut, the tables were turned.

In private, Nina was the blubbering, blushing one where you were the dominant, teasing one, and she loved it. And today, when you returned to your shared room in the Slat, the roles once again reversed. You shoved your girlfriend against the door and kissed her deeply. Nina whimpered, feeling her legs tremble and threaten to give out beneath her. But you kept her pinned against the door, kissing your way down her neck and collarbones.

“Y/N,” Nina sighed as you opened her blouse. “Y/N, fuck.” You moaned against her skin, pulling her to her feet and walking her backwards towards the bed. “You love this, don’t you?” you teased, divesting your girlfriend of her clothes. “Being so brash in front of others and letting me control you when we’re alone?” “Yes, Y/N, please.” “What do you want, honey?” “Whatever you want, please!”

A wicked grin spread across your face, and you crossed the room to the dresser, rummaging through the bottom drawer. “Well then, lovely, I think we should work on control. Don’t you think so?” Nina gulped but nodded. The Heartrender’s impulse control was one of her lesser skills, especially when it came to the bedroom. She wanted to listen to you, she really did, but her want to touch you and make you feel god usually won out.

You returned to her with a dildo in hand, and you set it on the sheets next to her. “What’s your safeword, darling?” you asked, and Nina immediately replies, “Kefta.” “Good. Say it and we stop.” You surged forward and kissed her, grabbing and massaging at her hips, pulling her up onto her knees. You remained fully dressed while Nina was naked, and she moaned softly at the contrast.

You took the dildo in hand and rubbed the head through her folds, making Nina’s breath shudder and a breathy moan leave her mouth. “Y/N,” she said. “Y/N, I-” “Shh, I know, love. It feels good, doesn’t it?” “Yes, please, more!” You chuckled, slowly, teasingly slowly, pressing the toy into Nina’s cunt, watching with rapt attention as her head tipped back in ecstasy.

But you didn’t begin thrusting the toy as Nina anticipated, rather, you guided her pussy to sit flush to the bed, keeping the toy inside her. “I want you to be still,” you instructed, rising from the bed. “Do not touch yourself. If you do, I stop. Understood?” Nina wasn’t sure what you’d be stopping, but she nodded, and you smirked. You brought your hands to the hem of your shirt and slowly removed it, running your hands over your sides and front as you did.

Nina understood now: you were going to undress as slowly as possible to tease her, to test her control. You tossed your head back, exaggerating your movements, all of which made Nina hornier. Your jeans went next, kicked off behind you. You ran a hand down your arm, goosebumps rising in the wake of your touch. You reached behind you and unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor.

You rolled and pinched your nipples, sighing at the sparks of pleasure that resulted. Nina wanted so badly to rock her hips, to move the toy within her, to reach down and rub her clit, but she knew the reward she received for controlling herself would be so much better. So she clasped her hands behind her back and forced herself to be still, watching with rapt attention as you stripped.

When you were completely naked, you planted one foot on the mattress, giving your girlfriend an ample view of your cunt. “See how wet I am, Nina?” you asked, and she nodded. “It’s all for you, baby.” Nina whimpered, and she moved forward a bit before remembering herself. “I saw that, darling. Good girl.” Your praise made her pussy squeeze around the dildo, and she moaned.

“Alright, sweetheart. You can touch me now, you can move.” Nina reached out and grasped your arms, rolling her hips, the head of the toy massaging her g-spot, white hot pleasure coursing through her veins. “Fuck, Y/N, yes!” You kept her steady, shifting so you were close enough to press kisses to her face. “My beautiful girl, you did so well for me.” Having enough restraint to stay still while her partner stripped might not be an accomplishment for some, but for Nina, impulsive, passionate, pleasure-seeking Nina, it was.

“Y/N, fuck, touch me!” “Where, darling? You need to tell me.” Nina huffed, and you smirked. “Do you want my hand? My mouth?” “Fuck, your mouth, please Y/N!” You smiled, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “Alright, baby. Lie down for me.” Nina hurried to obey, and you raised a brow at the wet spot she’d left on the covers. “So needy for me,” you teased, gripping the base of the dildo within her, thrusting it a few times before removing it, setting it on your nightstand to be cleaned.

When you lowered your mouth to her cunt, Nina yelped and threaded her fingers through your hair. You licked and sucked at her cunt in a way you knew would have her coming in minutes, but just when Nina was about to tip over that blissful edge, you pulled away. “Y/N,” she sighed, and you rose to your knees, hooking one leg over her hips. “You thought I’d let you come so soon? Silly girl.”

You then lowered your cunt to hers, grinding your clit against her pubic bone, moaning softly. “Fuck, Nina, you’re so wet. Is it all for me?” You were teasing, of course, you knew you were the only one Nina was attracted to, despite her flirtatious nature. “You,” Nina breathed, and you sensed the edges of subspace creeping in. “Only you.” You bent to kiss her, rocking your hips harder, chasing your high.

“My Nina,” you praised. “My beautiful, perfect Nina, And you’re all mine.” “Yes! All yours!” Nina felt like she could combust, her orgasm surging to the surface. “I’m gonna come, please! Please, I’m gonna come, I’m so close!” “Come, Nina,” you breathed. “Come for me.” Her entire body shuddered as she released, her eyes rolling back in her head, a desperate, trembling moan leaving her mouth.

You rocked your hips a few more times before you were coming as well, moaning Nina’s name. She was limp beneath you, and you rolled off of her, lying on your side and pulling her into your arms. “Alright, precious?” Nina nodded, snuggling into your arms. “Good. My sweet girl.” Her face heated at the praise, and you kissed her forehead. When you emerged from your room, Nina would be back to her flirty, rambunctious self. But for now, the roles would stay reversed, at least for a while.

#nina zenik x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #nina zenik x you #shadow and bone reader insert

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Can we please get more James/Iris content? U can totally ignore this but missing my fav pair so much🥺

GOAH!! These two are such couple goals! When I created these I knew they would end up together, so I wanted them to just have such a mature relationship at an early age. James is such a fun loving, easy going person, and Iris has so many confidence issues. But James thinks she is just such the epitome of perfect wife.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Mr. & Mrs. James Rogers

Summary:

Pairings: James Rogers X Iris Rogers

Rating:

Warnings: 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Iris Drysdale Masterlist

You give your daughter a soft smile when she steps into her dress. Can see her mind racing as she takes a deep breath when you and Aster go to pull the white satin up her body. With Story holding onto Posie and Lucy beside the two of them, her eyes fill with tears when her arms slip through the delicate lace sleeves. "Look at mommy, sweet girl," Story coos taking a deep sniffle, wiping at her eyes. "Icy, you look beautiful."

Stepping behind her, the two of you work together to zip her up, and then move out of the way for her to view herself in the mirror. Immediately she starts fanning at her eyes, attempting to stop the tears, and you can't help but think she's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. Your sweet little baby, finally marrying her lifelong partner. Her best friend turned man of her dreams. The little boy that had a connection with your sweet baby the moment they met.

All it took was two words, 'My dog,' for James to be captivated by her. Getting to watch the two of them grow up. The maturity of their relationship from so early on. To the heart shattering time of her pregnancy during his capture. Even their struggle when he came back a bit of a changed man. His PTSD strong and overwhelming, especially coming home to find a daughter he didn't even know he had. Aster wipes away the tears falling down her own face, cussing at her sister to stop. "It's finally happening," Iris giggles. "We used to pretend we were getting married. Pretend we were married, and now...mama, I have his baby, and look at her," everyone turns to see the smiling two-year-old pulling at Story's dress, who tries to deter her from exposing herself.

"She reminds me so much of you, baby, but definitely has her daddy's outgoing personality," Iris takes a deep breath at that word, knowing that she still has to have her first look with Ransom and Frank. "You don't have to."

"I want to. I don't want them to see me right before walking down the aisle," she walks over to Story picking up and holding tightly to her precious toddler. The baby that kept her sane during James' absence. The baby that made James want to push through countless therapy sessions. "Stay with your aunts and Mimi, okay?" Posie whispers out an okay before kissing her mom ever so sweetly.

"They're in the room across from ours. The boys are down a different hallway. When you get back, I believe it'll be time to switch gifts," you give her a quick wink as she goes to see her Daddy and Pops, and you're glad you aren't going to be apart of that blubbering mess.

Iris gives the door a soft knock, and Ransom turns around, telling her she can come on in. Iris needing a moment with just him first. Ransom the man that stepped up, and earned the right to be her father. The man that loved her like his own flesh and blood, and sometimes even more. His sweet daughter, the one that was far too hard on herself, with a determination to be perfect in everything she did. With a soft, "Daddy," he turns to look at her. His head tilts to the side, and he smiles through his tears. Walking closer to him, she puts a hand on his cheek. Ransom slowly closes his eyes, remembering rescuing the three of you, and that little baby first said dada. His world from that point on was right. And now here he stands with that same baby, and her hand pressed softly on his cheek whispering, "Daddy...Daddy say something.”

He puffs his cheeks out and releases a slow exhale, "I can't. My God, you look beautiful. It's almost like staring at your mother," his fingers trace down the lace. The very lace that was designed to look like the one on your dress. "My baby."

"Lucy's your baby."

"You and Az were my first. I remember looking at the two of you in that hospital. Couldn't even touch you, but I knew...you’re mine. And now..." his fingers press into his tear ducts, trying to push the tears back in to no avail. "I've gotta give you away to the bonehead."

"Tweedle Dee," she giggles through her tears. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Yeah, you are. You're going to your own home. Have your own family, the family you pretended to have with Tweedle Dee. You always knew didn't you?" she shakes her head up at him. "I hate him for taking you away from me, but I love that he's worth it. Icy, he's a good man. One of the best. He loves you like you deserve. He's good to that baby. He works so hard for his family, fuck if he isn't one of the nicest people, and I hate him for it," closing her eyes she laughs at her ridiculous father. "I'm so happy for you and Posie. There was a time I wasn't sure this day was going to come, but...we're here. I want to hold you and keep you all to myself, but I think there's a Pops outside that wants some time with you, too."

"Daddy, I love you. You were always my first love. Thank you for loving me and my mom," Ransom only chokes out a you're welcome heading to the door. Not even sparing a look at Frank, and he walks back to the bridal suite, going to hold you. Needing some extra bit of attention after that.

"Hey, Pops," Frank smiles at his beautiful daughter. A daughter he reluctantly let another man raise. It was the right and fair thing to do, heaven knows he didn't deserve to raise her. A daughter that was without a doubt conceived in love. And the amount of times he wishes and begs to go back to that day and just introduce himself as Frank. His eyes roam over her, looking almost angelic. A near spitting image of you, with his eyes.

"Wow," so many thoughts are running through his head, and he can't vocalize any of them. It's overwhelming to see her so poised, and so sure of the man she's marrying. A good man that adores her and her family. A good father that will protect her daughter. A fighter that will do anything he can to provide and take care of his family. A man worthy of her hand, and one that thinks she's the most perfect thing on this earth. "Sweetheart, I..." he licks the tears that drip down to his lips. Frank is but a simple man, and with how beautiful his daughter looks, he can't think. "I'm sure your dad had more to say?" she nods her head at him. "Iris I'm proud you. The woman you've become, how strong you are, you're such a good mom, and I know without a doubt, you're going to be a perfect wife to James. Trust your heart," he leans forward giving her a sweet kiss to her cheek before walking out.

Iris returns to the bridal suite nervously walking around the room, waiting on the arrival of the best man with her gift. Carter opens the door, and gives a quick look over at Story still holding onto Posie. She shyly looks down at the girl, trying hard not to give him too many stares. Walking over to Iris, he holds onto her wrists, "You look beautiful, Icy."

"How's he doing?"

"Awful. I think he's passed out a few times. The Sam Adams is helping a bit," you notice how the end of every sentence, he keeps looking back at Story. Hoping that eventually they can pull themselves together when Ransom is in the room.

Iris's fingers tremble opening up the gift of a framed map, a heart around the place where they first met, a picture of the two of them as kids playing with Axel, and the date. "Ugh, I love him so much I hate him," her finger rubs over the picture of the three of them. Not remembering that moment, and still feeling like she does. The smell of Thanksgiving and meeting her best friend and partner for life. "We really were babies, mama."

She sets down the photo, and hands a box to Aster. Carter and Aster walk out together, and she gives him a little elbow shrug, "You bring that girlfriend of yours?" he shakes his head no. It's true he didn't bring her, but he's choosing to omit that she's actually here. Looking beautiful as ever. "He pick that gift out on his own?"

"You know James is nothing but the most obviously softest man in the world, Az. Yes, that sap picked that out on his own."

"Well, what would the great Carter Baizen get his fiancé on her wedding day?"

He giggles at her, "Which gift? I'd start with a necklace, that'd be the day before the wedding. But the day of the wedding," he goes to open the door, knowing as soon as the words come out of his mouth, she may think too hard about it. May know exactly who he’s referring to, "A tiara."

Aster rolls her eyes, not even thinking about the comment, handing Iris's sappy little gift to James. Her eyes look her basically brother up and down, looking very handsome in his Army blues as he opens up a shadow box. The two of their outfits from her parents wedding all pressed inside, with an engraved, 'My forever wedding date'. "You two are the perfect pair. Just mush spewing out of you."

James laughs because he wants to cry. A little photo of the two of them dancing in their outfits. "Mom," Aster tells him, and he looks up at her. "Mom keeps everything. She knew that you two were going to be something. Asked Steve for your suit. It's was Iris's idea for the gift though. Well, I'll see you two in just a moment."

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Iris stands to the side watching Lucy hold the hand of Posie who just wants to run to her daddy. His bright and shining face watching the most perfect daughter try to drag her aunt down the aisle, but Lucy is more stubborn. Holding her ground and trying to smile through it. His eyes look from his daughter, back to the doors, knowing it's almost time. Seeing a little sliver of Ransom's arm.

"Please, don't let me fall," she whispers up at him.

"Wouldn't dream about it angel," he leans over to peak at you picking up Posie, handing her a little applesauce pack to distract her. "Let's go."

He steps to the side pulling Iris and Frank with him. The two of them walking her down the aisle, but everyone only stares at a James sobbing. His hands wiping away the tears that continue to cascade down his cheeks. Reaching the front the two men struggle to give her away. Neither wanting to, even though they know she's right where she belongs. Stepping aside to let her hand her bouquet to Aster, holding both of his hands. The two of them in their own little bubble as they say their vows of a lifelong love.

You have no worries about this union. They've always been perfect for each other, no matter which stage they were in. The moment they met everything was so easy, so right. And seeing them now, overcoming everything that they had. Created the most perfect baby girl, who was happy and thriving. Giggling at her sniffling parents who struggle to say their vows. But when, "You may now kiss the bride," is said, and they hold each other tight, not even coming up for air. They had finally made it.

Ransom clears his throat, but they continue to kiss. His head shakes and he looks around the venue, returning to see them still lip locked, and you give him an elbow, reminding him how you didn't want to let go either. "Let her breathe!" he says loud enough for James to hear. James pulls back, the two of them taking a deep breath before crashing their lips back together. "Oh, good grief."

Everyone laughs at your ridiculously dramatic husband, but when Posie screams a 'Daddy!' the two finally pull apart. "I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. James Rogers," walking down the aisle, to get Posie until fully leaving as an official family of three.

Masterlist

#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #DA AU #DA AU request #iris drysdale #james rogers #james rogers x iris rogers

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