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chrollohearttags · 7 months

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face to face • nanami kento

synopsis: a steamy rendezvous with your boss and lover becomes even more complicated when he decides to answer a phone call from the last person you wanted him to.

content + themes: infidelity/affairs, backshots, hair pulling, toxic relationship with reader + gojo, alcohol use, praise kink, slight foot play, squirting, pussy eating, pleasure dom nanaminnn (and he’s a lil toxic too), ofc reader calls him daddy

word count: 3.5K

📝: so this lil hc is gonna take on a mind of its own I see 🌚 LMAO y’all enjoy though. Like I’m really ready to make an entire story out of this. Tell me if y’all are team Gojo or team Nanami.

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“I’ll be back in a bit. Don’t wait up for me..”

the text bubble going from lime green to bright blue in a matter of seconds as it was delivered..the contact on the other end more than likely wouldn’t even acknowledge it until hours later, you were certain of it. All but betting on the fact that it’d be left on read as well. A clear sign of how pretentious and petty they were..the culprit in question was none other than your boyfriend of three years, Satoru Gojo. A term you used rather sparingly nowadays; due in part to the fact that he hadn’t been much of one in the past year or so. To the majority of others around you, your union could be described as nothing more than mere goals. Your friends would constantly talk the two of you up and confess that they were jealous of the fact that you had bagged such a handsome, fine, sweetheart of a boyfriend. However, as the age old cliche stated..looks were rather deceiving and behind closed doors, your relationship was in utter turmoil. Arguments by day and steamy make up sex by night; doing very little to compensate for the pain he put you through. Hearing stories about how he was at the club with this girl or caught texting that one. Granted, you knew he was the quintessential playboy type when you first made his acquaintance and although he promised you were different, vowing to prove so if you gave him the chance..it was merely another one of his many lies. It didn’t take long before the chivalrous facade dropped and he revealed his true colors. There wasn’t much he had to offer nowadays and quite frankly, you were going through the motions; living as mere roommates if anything.

however, you had begun to find solace elsewhere. In the arms of another man, who just so happened to be much closer than anyone would ever expect! No more were the nights of crying yourself to sleep when you were cradled in the arms of none other than your boss and newfound lover:

“Kento…hi, baby…”

“(Y/N), my love. You look absolutely stunning. Please..come in.”

Nanami Kento, the newly appointed chairman and chief operating officer of SorceTech, the biomedical engineering conglomerate that you had been employed at for the better part of three years. A Fortune 500 company with an excellent reputation and it couldn’t have been in better hands in terms of leadership. Kento was a man of few words but one of integrity, promise and strong conviction. He had vowed to serve this company to the best of his ability and ensure that every employee was treated with dignity and respect under his authority. Not only that, he planned to implement all sorts of helpful changes and he stuck true to that. Regardless of the adversity, he stood on his words at all times. It was just a few of the redeemable qualities that drew you towards him. And once he appointed you as his faithful executive assistant, it was only a matter of time before that beautiful professional relationship blossomed into something more. The attraction was almost instantaneous..how could it not be when you were so perfect? Hence the reason he didn’t seem to care when you told him you had a boyfriend, especially one that hadn’t treated you with the utmost care and respect. His only response: “my apologies, I figured that you’d be seeking a husband by now. Three years with no proposal sounds like a mere waste of time to me.” It was that sentiment alone that solidified the fact that Kento..regardless of technicalities, was your true soulmate.

so whilst Satoru was out doing God knows what on this lovely Friday evening, here you were enjoying the company of the dashing blonde, who had so gently taken your hand as he ushered you over the threshold of his high rise condominium. Placing a soft peck atop the knuckles before pulling you into his barreled chest. Sporting an oceanic blue suede robe and matching slippers, Kento curled you in his grasp and initiated a brief makeout session, one that had your heart thumping through your flesh. It was the same sensation he invoked every time you two met like this. The sheer thrill of being in love with someone who reciprocated it but the possibility of being caught also lingered on your mind. He knew there was no time to squander, so without any more words being exchanged, he’d deepened those pecks..slowly and delicately gliding those spaghetti straps of your silk dress, peppering the skin with kisses on the way down. The scent of vanilla wafting through his nostrils as he inhaled your perfume. Soon, his lips would make home against the sensitive crook of your neck..where he had placed kisses several times. Slowly but surely, you two became one, right there in the comfort of his living room. It was something he’d never grow tired of, even if you were meeting under less than ideal circumstances. Naturally, he would’ve loved it if you were coming over as his woman and not one he had had to share. Especially when he knew the other man didn’t deserve you whatsoever. He was more than aware of Satoru’s reputation. Hell, he knew him long before you did so it baffled Kento when he popped up with someone like you on his arm. He knew it could only lead to disaster in the long run because he was a pretentious manwhore. Only considering himself in the grand scheme of things…

hence why any guilt absolved when he got you alone and licked every inch of your skin, undressing you along the way. He knew you wouldn’t or couldn’t leave him anytime soon nor would he ask such a thing. Old habits were hard to break and when you spent three long years living with and curating a life with someone, up and leaving wasn’t always a menial task. There were so many times you wanted to walk away, leave and just never look back. But he dragged you back in..even though the feelings were no longer there, you couldn’t part ways. So whilst you were in his arms, he’d make your nights much easier. Bringing you joy and true love when possible.

“I’ve missed you..” “You just saw me at work, Kento.” Giggling into his ear as his hands grabbed your breasts and made subtle squeezes. Even so, it had been a few hours too long since he’d felt you and that wouldn’t suffice. “And I thought about you all day long.” By this time, your bra had hit the floor and they were exposed to the crisp air radiating from the AC. That skin tight ensemble shuffled around your torso and your top half left completely nude. That’s when you’d feel his muscly arm hook around your waist and scoop you into his grasp, prompting you to place your arms on his neck so he could carry to the bedroom. The entire trek there was filled with sloppy, slow pecks..ones that continued as he laid you flat on the mattress, allowing your back to mesh with the cushy linen. Your limbs soon tangled into a heap of passion..touching, caressing and stroking one another’s flesh. Your fingertips lingering on the sides of his smoothly shaven, chiseled jawline whilst his own delicately toyed with your upper body. Running those digits along the curvature of your hips and waist, planting gentle kisses on the way down. But not before suckling on your nipples, just to watch your reaction.

“You always did like when I do that..”

“Yes, I love it..and I love you.”

taunting you with deviant glares and light chuckles as those lips trailed further south, eventually reaching your mound. Where he’d tear away those thin panty strings with his teeth and discard them..it was blatantly obvious that he wasn’t here to play around tonight. He wanted you, needed you even and desperately. It didn’t matter if you’d go back home to your sorry boyfriend afterwards or if you told him you loved him and didn’t mean it. Right now, his one true desire and wish was to please you.

“Yeah? Well I’m a man that believes in actions over words so I’ll be glad to prove just how much….I love you.”

and it was with that declaration, Kento dove head first between your slightly parted thighs. He’d pry them wide open on his way down, licking each one with a long, dredged glide until he reached that center. Which was already glistening with slick..just awaiting his touch. Whilst at work today, you couldn’t keep your mind off of him! His cologne, his attire..all of it was getting you hot and bothered. You wanted to snatch him up from his meeting and ride him to kingdom come, right there atop his desk. You even wore something extra revealing just to capture his attention and he’d certainly noticed because when you bent down to retrieve a pen, he’d run a hand up your leg and squeeze your asscheek lightly. It was the subtle flirtation throughout the day that made these steamy late night hookups all the more fun!

“Here, give me your hands, my love.” Giving you a tone of absolute reassurance that he’d take care of you. Clasping your fingers together as one, (y/n) kept those legs to either side and allowed him room to maneuver. Kento loved when you kept your heels on. It was something so sensual about the YSL heels and diamond anklet he gifted you, drudging across his back as he ate you out. He’d start with gentle kitten licks; getting his bearings before going full fledged. He’d part those fat little pussy lips his tongue, letting the tip graze your clit, which made you tremble. It didn’t take long before you’d hear the sound of slurping noises arise from his mouth. He’d snatch his left hand away for just a moment to pull them further apart and dive nose deep into that flesh. Before proceeding to let you clench it for comfort once more. He’d latch onto that swollen little bud and suck until that slick began to dribble down his chin. A sloppy, nasty mess of his saliva and your arousal mixing around in his mouth. He was absolutely enamored with pleasing you..it was his one and only priority, to ensure that you were satisfied. He’d stay down there, bobbing his head up and down until you began to convulse, attempting to push away but you’d only wind up grinding yourself against his face.

“Aaaah! Ken….I’m gonna come, baby..”

But to your dismay, he couldn’t allow that just yet. As much as he wanted to see you reach your ultimate bliss, he wasn’t coming up until he felt like it. Switching to a combination of fingers and lips, Kento would work your little cunt over until he felt that tight squeeze before tugging those digits out and placing them into your mouth. Hoping to pacify you for a moment. The quintessential give and take he was working towards drove you insane. “You taste so fucking good, my love. I can never get enough of you.” He’d resume his teasing, now with that thumb pad pressing to your clit and tracing tiny circles. He’d rotate it around until he felt you clamping down and that’s when he’d allow you to finally reach your peak.

“..come.”

the only word he’d utter before you wet him up with a stream of juices, that he’d happily drink. If that philandering asshole wasn’t man enough to appreciate you, he’d gladly take on the role! Still coming down from that climatic high, (y/n) trembled against the crisp white sheets, crying from the immense pleasure. He’d brush the side of your face whilst feeding you soft kisses to calm you down. Tasting yourself with slow pecks…moaning into your mouth. He was so infatuated with you, loving every moment that you got to spend together. In a quick, swift motion; his frame pressed gently against your own, Kento would lean up only by a hair’s breadth to ease inside of you, mumbling against your lips to stare into your eyes as he became one with you. “Look at me, baby. Look at me..”

Whispering softly with a sweet tone. He always made you feel so safe and secure when you made love. A lot more than what could be said for the man you laid next to every night. Kento eventually eased himself inside..tip and then carefully, inch by inch, you became one. Your back arching immediately.. “..oh God. Kent..take me, please.” Pleading with your arms and legs coiling his entire frame. Eventually, he’d feed you slow, deep strokes. Each one calculated and careful to ensure that you felt the pleasure you desperately deserved. After about five or so thrusts, he’d shift his head for your faces to meet. It was his favorite view in the entire world..staring at literal perfection whilst being inside what felt like heaven. “..you’re so warm..and tight, angel.” Admitting in a breathy huff, gritting his teeth and trying to maintain his composure. He couldn’t understand for the life of him why that fucking idiot would ever treat you less than that of a goddess, less known be unfaithful. Not when your pussy was this damn good..was he insane?! Regardless, Kento enjoyed his time wisely with you. “But you’ll let me stretch it out, won’t you? He pushed that idiot out of his mind and pressed his cock further between your spongy walls..even drumming up sloshing noises; your slick forming a thin membrane between his thighs. “Fuck…yes!—that dick feels so good.” Confessing in a soft whimper, crying from the intense pleasure. To which he’d quickly quell you..gliding a thumb underneath your eyes to wipe the tears away. Placing that thumb into your mouth shortly thereafter.. “..shh..it’s okay. Don’t cry. I know it’s a lot but you take me so well. You’re doing so good, baby. Just relax.” Praising you without so much as a second thought. It came naturally when you made him feel like a new man. Pressing a palm to your forehead, Kento glared into your eyes before shoving his tongue into your mouth for another kiss. Legs coiling his back as those hips rammed into your center. The collision of your flesh causes a recoil and clapping noises to fill the room. He could feel himself twitching and pulsating inside of that pussy..throbbing and waiting to burst..those feelings were like none other. And needless to say, your boss was loving every single, solitary second. Removing those shoes as he noticed the tension in your legs, Kento began to knead his fingers into your calves to ensure they didn’t cramp up from the constant motion. Your anklet dangling by his ear and his wristwatch refracting from the light whilst he rubbed on your feet.

“You’re so close..so am I, sweetheart. But I don’t want to come just yet. I still need to savor you a little while longer.”

blurting out the sentiment while gliding his lips over your ankle, toes and top of your foot. His tongue delicately glides over them, popping a couple into his mouth to suck on. If this man didn’t stop, you were going to be living in his fucking skin! But shortly after, you’d feel his already sluggish thrusts completely halt and that’s when he’d pull out. Prompting you to turn over and arch your back. That plump ass was no joke either but if he took one more glance at that gorgeous face, nothing would’ve stopped him from nutting all in that pussy. This way, he had a tad bit more control. Once you were on all fours, arms underneath your head, he’d tease that throbbing cock against your folds before gliding it back in. Causing you to grip the sheets on instinct. Your face remained buried in the pillowy mattress top when those thrusts resumed. It took only mere seconds to regather his bearings but once he had his pace back, he’d continue fucking you senseless..thrashing you around and watching that ass jiggle with each movement. “G-ahh! Fuck…your body is so beautiful. I can stare at it forever.” Doting on you with that dick nestled deep between your folds. Keeping his palm pressed to the small of your back and ever so gently, slipping his thumb in between our cheeks; eventually pressing into that other aching hole. “God and you’re such a mess..so fucking wet. I won’t be able to hold out much longer.” Layers of silky cream began to form all over that shaft. He couldn’t take much more but he’d persist a bit longer; playing the long game to ensure that you were more than satisfied. Clawing into the crisp linen, (y/n) rolled your hips and threw your ass back against him, meeting each of those strokes. “Oooh shit..you’re fucking me so good, daddy. Thank you so much.” Crying out through sucked teeth and trembling lips. Just then, his tempo faltered just a bit from hearing your words. Especially at being called such a name.

“Mmph..don’t tell me that, sweetheart. I might not ever let you leave.”

suddenly, you’d feel a light grasp on your throat and your head tug back before the warmth of his breath cast over your ear. “I mean, you’re mine after all…this pussy, this beautiful body..your heart. It all belongs to me. I don’t care about him..you’re mine. Daddy’s the only one you need.”

reaffirming both you and himself as he sped up momentarily, just enough to bring you right to the edge. It was almost as if his strokes were calculated. Intricately maneuvering inside of you to prod at your spot but not press too hard in hopes of inducing an orgasm. He could hear you whimpering and even asking him for permission to come. “Shh..not yet, not yet.” But he had to wait for the right moment to allow it. And it would seem that the ideal timing would arrive when you heard the faint buzzing of a phone..your eyes were squeezed shut and your face was once again planted in the mattress; completely unaware of what was about to transpire. Hearing a soft chuckle emit from Kento, you didn’t even have time to process what was going on when you felt a hand coiling your hair and pulling your head up.

“But I think now is as good of a time as any..” with you right on the brink of climatic collapse, he’d continue pounding at an almost drill-like speed, imploring you to let go any time you felt like it. To which you didn’t disappoint!..those sheets instantly flooded with your stream of juices. You’d find yourself quivering and convulsing uncontrollably after holding back for so long. “OH MY GOD!—FUCK!” Screaming out in pure bliss, even whimpering as if you had been completely broken. You couldn’t even contain yourself; it was so immensely powerful. But alas, that moment of ecstasy would soon be coupled by the satisfaction of revenge when you’d hear the faint crackling of a secondary voice, yelling and cursing..one that was rather familiar, with a mortified face to match! Having just come to the realization of what your lover was up to, you’d peer down underneath you and see your phone illuminated and in the midst of a phone call. You’d reach for it and attempt to answer but to no avail…it was too late to cover up your tracks. “Satoru! What is it?—“ However, that wasn’t all…you could see a small box in the corner with a photo of your own reflection..but on the main screen?

“Where the fuck are you, (y/n)?! What are you doing?!”

was your very irate and unhappy ‘boyfriend’ Satoru, who had just possibly witnessed something no man would ever want to: his lady getting off at another man’s hands. More so specifically, one he knew personally. But there was no love lost or friendship between the two of them, considering the pain that he had caused you beforehand. So it came as no surprise that Kento was going to take much pride in answering his questions. Cupping you by your throat once more, he’d twist your head around to plant a kiss atop your temple.

“For God sakes, Satoru. Stop yelling. She’s exactly where she should be..with me, where she belongs.”

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my-heart-beat-for-anime · 1 month

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Feyd-rautha x Atreides hlavní kánony pt.2

Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3

- when the welcome ceremony finally took place and you were taken to the guest wing, you were eager to leave the na- baron's presence as soon as possible

- all the way to the designated rooms, Paul and Duncen tried to improve your mood, which they finally succeeded, but it did not please the figure hidden in the shadows

- Feyd-rautha once again found himself in a vortex of jealousy, you were his after all so why did you seem happy everywhere but him

- he leaves with dark thoughts and tries to figure out how he could win your favor

- the next morning you were supposed to have breakfast together with the Harkonnens and so when you opened the door and saw the severed head of a hairless girl in front of them you scresmed out in surprise, which drew the attention of your family and the guards

- your father kept asking the guards where the head came from and if they were guarding his daughter well enough, when servant came for them with a warning that breakfast would start shortly and continued to lead them through the maze of corridors to the dining room

- you were seated next to your fiance who just smiled when he noticed a little blood on the edge of your dress

- Feyd-rautha slowly moved to her ear and whispered, “I hope you liked my gift.” He hoped to impress you

-,, It was a needless death, I'm not a woman who avoids violence, but even so I don't need to see the head as the first thing in the morning." she answered him without interest and took a long drink of her glass

- Feyd-rautha was so disappointed that you could so rudely reject his gift, his display of power and status, on the other hand it made you more desirable and his desire was inflame

- the baron mentions that today, in honor of your and the na- baron's engagement, a gladiatorial match is to be held, in which the future husband will prove his strength and courage

- when you finished eating and decided to leave the dining room, your fiancé joined you to leave -

"Are Harkonnen engagements always so bloody?" you asked. "When a na-baron marries, yes, it's all for you my lady." He replied with a voice with adoration in it. ,, You know whose, that head was my lady." he asked the question this time and you just shook your head in response. "It was head of my last concubine, that head was a symbol of my devotion to you my lady, I never stopped thinking about you since we met as children, even then I knew you would be mine." As he spoke, he raised his palm and began to gently caress your cheek

- “I hope you will grant me your favor in the arena, my na-baroness.”

Pt.3??????

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gooddaysmeanwritingdays · 3 months

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Hopelessly in Love with You

Pairings: Steven Grant x gn!Reader, Marc Spector x gn!Reader, Jake Lockley x gn!Reader Summary: Even after all these decades you’re still head over heels in love with your husbands. And sometimes you can’t help but say it out loud. Warnings: Absolutely none. Just fluff—so much fluff! Word Count: 2805 word count A/N: I saw a facebook post about a woman saying that even after like a decade, she still got butterflies and stuff when she was around her husband, and so that’s what prompted this.

This is technically in my Falling For Them series, but can be read separately. This was just something I wrote at 4 in the morning because I could. It was originally just Steven, but then I found it again 18 months later and decided to add more. So here it is

“I am in love with you.”

Your husband looked up, his beautiful brown eyes blinking owlishly behind his glasses. You hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but when you’d looked up at him across the room, it was like all the air had rushed from your lungs.

Steven blinked again, his smile a little bewildered and soft as he said, “Well, that’s good, love. What with us being married and all.”

It was a Wednesday afternoon and you were both doing your own thing. It wasn’t a particularly spectacular Wednesday afternoon—it wasn’t your anniversary or anyone’s birthday. You were spread out across the floor working on your novel and Steven was at his desk going over his notes for the new museum exhibit.

But when you’d looked up to ask him about—hell, you couldn’t even remember what—you were hit with such a powerful wave of ‘Oh gods I am so in love with you’ that you could barely breathe.

It had been thirty-two years since you’d said “I do” and you were still so much in love with him. And some days it would just hit you like that. Like a cannonball to the face that you were in love with these men, and they loved you back. It was the giddiest feeling in the world.

You stood up, stepping over the papers that had seemingly exploded around you, and headed to Steven. His arms were already open to you as you scrambled awkwardly into his lap. It wasn’t nearly as easy as it had been in your twenties, but it made him chuckle slightly and you got there eventually.

“No. You don’t understand,” you whispered solemnly, cupping his cheeks in your palms. “I am madly in love with you.”

His face burst into a beautiful smile as his arms came around your waist. “I am madly in love with you too,” he whispered, leaning up to kiss you.

Kissing Steven was like fireworks and slow dancing. The decades since you’d met hadn’t diminished the fire his touch sent racing through you. Every brush of his lips against yours had your heart racing and your soul singing. You tipped his head back to deepen the kiss, suddenly desperate for more, and his moan sent shivers through you. Your hands slipped into his hair and his slipped under your shirt.

Gods, I could do this all day.

You pulled back a fraction, just enough to rest your forehead on his as you both caught your breath.

“If that was your proof, love, I may need some more evidence,” he teased. His thumbs drew circles on the skin under your shirt.

You grinned, closing your eyes at his touch and he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. He lit a fire along your skin as he grazed his lips along your jaw to your pulse point.

“Thirty-two years and you still make me feel like every kiss is our first kiss,” you whispered as he traced circles into your skin with reverential tenderness. You pulled one of his hands from your waist to over your heart where you could both feel it pounding away. “You make my heart race every time you look at me.” You brought his hand up to cup your cheek. “I feel like my face is going to break with how much I smile just thinking about you.” You move his hand to our stomach. “And I still get butterflies every time I wake up next to you in the morning.”

Steven looked up at you like you were his reason for living. He looked at you like you’d taken all the air from his lungs and were filling them with pure oxygen.

You leaned forward to trace his lips with yours. “Kissing you is like I’m learning to breathe all over again.” You couldn’t help your smile as you pulled back slightly. “It’s like I’m back at the start, falling for you all over again. And it is as easy as it was back then.��

There was a shine to his eyes and he held you close as you placed soft kisses along the backs of his eyelids.

“Except it’s better,” he said when he could finally speak. “It’s so much better than the beginning.” He cupped your cheek with a holy reverence like he still couldn’t believe you were real. “I don’t have to pretend like I don’t want to spend every second of my life kissing you. I don’t have to live with my imagination of what a future with you would be like.” His kiss was so unbearably soft you wanted to stay there forever. “I get to wake up every morning knowing you’re beside me. I get to tell you every day how much I love you. I get to be your husband.”

Even after all these years the word still made butterflies erupt in your soul, and you could tell in the way his heart fluttered underneath your hand that it was the same for him.

“Falling in love with you for the first time was breathtaking, but being married to you—it’s a dream come true.”

You just had to kiss him again for that.

You pulled back and settled into his arms, content to never move again. Steven shifted you slightly so he was comfortable and returned to his work on the exhibit.

But eventually, your body made its complaints known and you had to move. You weren’t a spring chicken anymore and as delightful as it was to sit on your husband’s lap all day, you needed to move to a comfier spot for that to work. You tugged him after you, determined not to do anymore work, and headed to the couch. Today was officially now a cuddle day.

“Also, it’s been thirty-two years, four months and seventeen days.” He shrugged when your eyebrows shot up. “Jake’s been counting.”

“Well,” you leaned in for another kiss. “Here’s to another twenty-two years, four months, seventeen days. And forever.”

“Forever,” Steven breathed, wrapping you in his arms.

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He looked so soft in the mornings. Like he’d never worried about anything in his life.

You’d both been awake for a few hours now, but it was Saturday and you didn’t need to get out of bed at all if you didn’t want to. And lying next to your husband, you never wanted to move again.

“You’re staring,” Marc murmured, eyes still closed.

You reached out to trace his nose, softly following the path to his cheeks, his jaw, his eyelids. He kissed the tip of your finger when it passed his lips, and you died at the cuteness.

“I can’t help it,” you said, biting your lip at how damn cute he was. “I am so in love with you.”

Under your finger his lips curled into that gorgeous smile you adored so dearly. “I love you too, baby.”

You huffed out an exasperated sigh and shuffled closer. “No,” you said like he was being deliberately obtuse. You rolled both of you so you were on top of him, straddling him. Marc snorted, still grinning as his hands came up to hold you in place. He didn’t open his eyes. “I am in love with you.”

“Ah.” He nodded like he finally understood. You poked him in the chest and he pressed his lips together to keep back a laugh. “Of course. My mistake.”

He still hadn’t opened his eyes and you knew he was doing it just to be stubborn, so you leaned forward to kiss his eyelids. When that didn’t work, you pressed a line of soft kisses down his nose, mouth, chin, along his jaw and to his ear—right where you knew he was ticklish.

He huffed a laugh and finally opened his eyes. “What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

Your heart fluttered. Gods, you loved those eye crinkles. Your boys hadn’t had them when you’d met them. They hadn’t had much to laugh about back then, but over the years their laugh lines had deepened. And boy did you adore them. They were a sign of your darlings growing as people, and letting themselves be comfortable again.

They were no longer ‘Moon Knight’ anymore, and it was mornings like these that were a reminder of that. They were all yours. You didn’t have to worry about losing them, nor did they ever have to worry about you getting hurt because of them.

You were safe. All of you.

And it was because of that safety your darlings could have laugh lines and lazy Saturday mornings with you.

It was like Steven had said. Falling in love with them had been amazing, but being married was a million times better. You wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.

You shrugged helplessly, almost too overcome for words. “I really am just so in love with you.”

Marc melted at that. His grin softened into an adoring smile, and his hands came up to cradle your face. His thumb traced your cheek and you melted into his touch. The look in his eyes reminded you of the day he said “I do”, and of that night, and every day since.

“I am absolutely in love with you too.” He pulled you closer to brush his lips against yours. “Every day I think I can’t possibly be more in love with you. But then the sun rises and I can’t breathe with how much more I love you.”

You started at the unexpected poetry from your normally close-lipped husband. It wasn’t the first time he’d blown you away with his words, but just like always, you never expected it. You buried your face in his neck, cheeks aflame and heart racing. “You are impossible!”

His laugh rumbled through his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tighter against him. “I learnt from the best,” he agreed, planting an adoring kiss on the side of your head.

~~~

Jake was pouting. Every time you’d look over at him, he’d poke his bottom lip out and turn away, arms crossed. And every time you asked him what was wrong he’d just pout harder. He’d been like this all day and you were starting to wonder if this was a prank. Or if maybe you really had upset him.

So finally you cornered him in the bathroom when he was hunched over cleaning out the cupboards. You stood in front of the door and raised an eyebrow at his back. He couldn’t escape now.

He stood slowly, eyeing you and his blocked escape before he eyed the window too. But when he looked back at your narrowed eyes he knew he was pushing his luck so he just pouted. Again. With those damn puppy dog eyes.

Gods, he’s killing me. And he knew it too. He knew what that look did to you. He’d seen you cave to Steven with it enough that he knew it was your weakness. All your darlings knew how to use it on you, but Jake wasn’t getting away with it today.

“I don’t think so.” You took a step closer. “You’ve been pouting at me all day.” You closed the door. “And every time I ask you what’s wrong, you pout even more.” You stalked towards him until his back was against the wall and you were toe-to-toe. “So tell me. What. Is. Wrong?”

Jake looked away, his chin tipped up so he was staring at the ceiling and resolutely avoiding your eyes.

“Jake Lockley,” you warned.

Your patience was wearing thin. You’d already ruled out this being a joke or a prank, and now you were left with him being upset over something you’d done. And it was exactly like Jake to avoid an issue upsetting him until it went away. If Marc or Steven were upset, all hell broke loose, but Jake? No, he’d let that simmer until he had an ulcer.

And even after all these years, that was something you hadn’t helped him work through entirely. Hence today’s issue.

You raised an eyebrow when he still hadn’t said anything.

“You haven’t said it to me,” he finally muttered, pouting harder.

You reached out to put your fingers to his chin, tilting his face back down to yours. “Haven’t said what, baby?”

He avoided your eyes so you stepped even closer so you were all he could see, and finally he blurted, “You haven’t said you’re in love with me.”

You frowned a little. “What do you mean? I say it all the time.”

And you did. Every chance you could you’d tell your boys how much you loved them. You’d both gone through points in your lives where you thought no one loved you, so all four of you had made it a point to say it every chance you could.

Hell, you had even instituted a system where three taps meant ‘I love you’ so you could all say it whenever you felt it, all without saying it.

But Jake was shaking his head, pouting even harder as he forced himself to look away. “No, not like that. Not like you said to Steven and Marc. Not like that.”

Oh. He was talking about yesterday with Marc and last week with Steven, where you’d been so in love with your husbands you couldn’t help but tell them.

Oh, baby. Your other hand came up to cup his face, ducking your head so he could look at you and your heart skipped at the emotion in his eyes.

He was jealous.

You bit your lip to keep from grinning at how cute he looked. You hadn’t seen it before because you’d been focused on other things, but when Jake pouted…

Gods, you loved that look. You wanted to make him pout like that all the time. Maybe you could get him to look like that next time you were in bed. Make him beg a little…

You shivered at the delight that brought, and his eyes lit up a little at the movement.

Stop it. Now’s not the time.

You reached up to cup his cheeks and you knew there would never be a moment in your life where you weren’t in love with this gorgeous man. “Falling in love with you was inevitable,” you whispered, echoing the words of your vow all those years ago. “There has never been a moment where I haven’t been absolutely head over heels in love with you, Jake Lockley.”

“Yeah?” He gave you a small smile, and you knew he was lapping up your words, just like he did every time.

It had broken your heart when you’d learned that of all of them, Jake had been loved the least. That not once in his life had anyone told him that they loved him. From then on you’d made it your mission to tell him so often that he would never doubt his worth ever again.

“Yeah, baby.” A smile escaped your lips and your eyes creased with how much you adored him. “Sometimes it just hits me how much I love you. Before I met you I didn’t realise I could love someone this much, and then I fell in love with you and—” you shrugged helplessly. “I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you.”

Jake’s smile bloomed into a grin that had his eyes crinkling and his cheeks blushing. “Good.”

Before you could react, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted up into the air. You shrieked, laughing, and clutched his shoulders to keep from falling. Even as old age crept into the bones of your darlings, they still surprised you with how much they could still do.

He spun you around before setting you back on your feet, your back against the wall. He leaned in, trapping you against him as he curled a hand against your cheek. His nose brushed against yours and he was grinning so hard you knew his cheeks were aching. Just like yours.

You arched into him, biting your lip as his thumb traced your cheekbone.

“Tell me again,” he murmured, brushing his nose against yours in just the way he knew drove you crazy.

Your heart pounded, and you wanted to bury your face into his chest to hide the blush burning across your cheeks, but you knew nothing but the truth would save you. So, you took a handful of his shirt and pulled him even closer. Then, with a brush of your lips against his, you said, “I am madly, deeply, inevitably and hopelessly in love with you, Jake Lockley.”

He snickered. “Gross,” like he wasn’t entirely head over heels for you too, and pulled you in for a searing kiss. “But me too.”

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missgurlthang · 3 months

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After A Meeting- Dom!Severus Snape

(not my gif)

Summary: Severus comes home in mood after a Death Eater meeting. He needs a bit of stress relief.

Words: About 1k

MDNI!!!

Warnings under cut :)

Warnings: Husband!Severus, Wife!reader, fem!reader, mentions of death eaters (just a little bit), Dom!Severus, Sub!reader, PinV sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), reader doesn’t explicitly say yes for consent (is that a warning? idk), Severus is a bit obsessed with your pussy, creampie, aftercare<3, sweet!Severus

Tension was running deep inside your blood as you sat waiting for your husband, Severus, to get home from his meeting. His Death Eater meeting. Yes, your husband was a Death Eater. A fact known by very few. And even fewer knew who Severus Snape really was.

From inside the kitchen, where you sat, you could hear the locks of the front door unclick and slow footsteps drawing near. Your husband arrived in the doorway, with an angry but lustful look upon his face.

“Severus? What happened at the meeting? Was it bad?” you asked nervously. You knew that look meant something transpired at the meeting and it wasn't good.

“I want you in the bedroom, naked with your legs spread on the bed. Now.” He spoke in a low gravelly tone that had you almost squeezing your thighs together.

Confused, you tried to ask again, “What about-”

“Now!“ Severus ordered in a dark tone. You weren’t one to disobey when he was like this. You practically scrambled to the bedroom and stripped yourself of all your clothes. You laid yourself on the bed you and your husband shared and spread your legs apart. You were squirming on the silk sheets in anticipation. You could hear Severus’ slow descent to the bedroom.

As Severus finally made it into the bedroom, you swear you could hear the slight hitch of his breath. His eyes were glued to your glistening pussy. Severus’ eyes slowly traveled up your body to meet your eyes. “Good girl,” he praised as he raced over to kneel over you and attached his lips to yours.

His lips were harsh and demanding but yet so passionate and loving. His tongue swept your lips, asking for access into your mouth and you granted it. His tongue delved in your mouth and fought for dominance. He ultimately won, as you submitted yourself to him. Severus’ hands gripped your hips, surely leaving bruises that you would feel in the morning. But his hands didn’t stay there for very long. One of his hands slowly and gently moved to your soaked center. He used only featherlight touches that made you cry out. His finger moved to your slit and gathered up the wetness and drug it up to your clit. He drew slow, lazy circles around your bud making you beg for more.

“Yes darling, beg me to grant you pleasure.” Severus demanded softly.

“Please! Please Severus. Touch me.” you begged him to touch you. And touch you he did. He began to rub harder and faster. This action made your pussy clench around nothing, begging to be filled by him.

Then all of a sudden Severus took his hands off you. You whined at the loss of his fingers. He shushed with a light tap of his hand at your clit, you moaned at that. He chuckled at you as he started to unbutton his trousers.

Severus sighed with relief as his erection sprang out of his trousers. He stared into your eyes and groaned lowly, as he lightly stroked his cock to full hardness. Severus positioned himself to lay over you so you two are face to face. He passionately kissed your soft lips and he shoved his tongue roughly inside your mouth.

With no words needed and his mouth still on yours, Severus caressed the tip of his cock against the soaked entrance of your pussy. He spread the wetness from your slit up to your clit and circled it, making you moan and squirm underneath him. He then released your sweet lips with a pop.

“Darling, please take me inside you. I need to feel your tight pussy around my cock.” Severus pleaded with you. You eagerly nodded your consent. He lined the head of his hard cock with your entrance. He slowly inched his way inside of you till he bottomed out. You gasped out and moaned as he slid inside. It felt like he was splitting you in half with his huge cock. Severus gave you little time to adjust as he readily set a fast pace. He couldn’t resist the tight hug of your cunt.

With every stroke, push and pull of his cock, your stomach tightened with ecstasy and bliss. Above you Severus was feeling the same way. He loves your cunt more than anything. And he lets you know that by groaning and moaning your name with each thrust.

His hips that were moving at a fast and hard pace were starting to get sloppy. The knot in his stomach started to tighten, and knew he wasn’t far from finishing. Severus snuck a hand in between your bodies to rub at your swollen nub and bring you to orgasm.

You cried out his name, feeling so close to the edge. With a few more rubs of Severus’s fingers, he brought you to orgasm. As your eyes closed and your mouth fell open in a loud moan, your walls tightened around his cock as waves of bliss rolled over your whole body. Your orgasm brought Severus over the edge as he buried his face in your neck and cried out your name. His hips stuttered to a halt as he spilt his hot seed into your pussy.

Severus stayed seated inside of you as the two of you caught your breath and looked into each other's eyes. Severus couldn’t resist your lips anymore and kissed you softly and sweetly. He pulled his soft cock from out of you, and moved to grab a cloth to clean you up.

Severus took his time and was gentle with you as he cleaned up between your thighs. Once he was satisfied with his work, he pulled the covers over both of you and pulled you onto his chest. He wrapped you up in his arms and kissed the top of your head. The both of you falling asleep listening to each other's breathing.

#snape smut #severus snape #severus snape smut #severus snape x reader #snape x reader #severus x reader #severus

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thebadgerclan · 1 year

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Salvation

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: You are his salvation...

A/N: This is based on the scene from Queen Charlotte where she finds out what the doctors have been doing to George (episode 5 I think?)

The demon was back. After months of peace, of Nikolai’s mind being entirely his own, it was back. The King had flown from his window three weeks ago, and since then, your contact with him had been limited. It was a protocol that your husband had drawn up after his last battle with the demon, a contingency plan that he prayed he’d never have to enact. But prayers weren’t always answered.

You now slept in separate chambers, your husband had returned to being chained to his bed and sedated. Even during the day, a time that had been proven safe from the demon, Nikolai was distant, subdued. You’d overheard him discussing it with one of his advisers: “Her Majesty is worried, moi tsar.” “I cannot risk her,” your husband had responded. “She is far too important.”

What little you saw of your husband broke your heart. He looked exhausted, and you might have been able to chalk it up to the stress of the situation, had it not been for one minuscule, almost imperceptible detail. Nikolai had brought in physicians from all over Ravka in hopes of finding a cure, and one, Doctor Laisia Orlov from Tsibeya, had some interesting theories. At this point, Nikolai was willing to try anything to expel the demon from him, so he allowed Doctor Orlov to set up rooms in the Palace to do her work.

It was nearly a month and a half into your husbands treatment that you noticed it. Nikolai had been meeting with his council when the Doctor entered, and when she walked near the King, he flinched. You didn’t claim to be a medical professional, but you knew that a patient shouldn’t flinch when their doctor walked past. From then, you noticed that Nikolai would mumble to himself, his hands would shake, his head would twitch. Something was amiss, and it had something to do with Doctor Orlov.

It was two weeks after that that you got a feeling deep in your gut that something was wrong. Not just wrong, but deeply, horribly wrong. You pushed aside the papers you’d been going over and tracked down Nikolai’s valet. He was flanked by four guards, which was extremely unusual, but they bowed when you approached. “My Queen,” Akim, your husband’s valet, greeted. “How may I assist you?”

“Akim, where is my husband?” Before he could answer, one of the guards interjected. “He is occupied, moya tsaritsa,” he said, which only raised your suspicion. “Forgive me, but my question was not directed at you. Akim, where is Nikolai?” The valet shifted, and you pushed on. “I will not ask again, Akim.” “He is–” he cleared his throat. “He is receiving treatment. With Doctor Orlov.”

Again, your suspicion rose, but you forced yourself to remain calm. “Well then, I should like to observe her work. She is employing some revolutionary methods, is she not?” “You do not wish to see that, Your Majesty,” said another guard, and your expression hardened. “I am the Queen,” you said. “You do not presume to tell me what I would and would not like to see. Now, where are the Doctor’s rooms located?”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” the first guard said. “I’m afraid I cannot grant your request.” You drew yourself up to your full height, and while this guard was taller than you, he cowered a bit. “I am not asking,” you said, voice icy. “Now, tell me where my husband is, or I will have you charged with treason.” “This way, Your Majesty,” Akim said suddenly, and you hurried to follow him.

The King’s valet led you into the kitchens and the storage cellar below, your concern growing with every step. Then you heard it: screaming. Nikolai, screaming. You hiked up your skirts and ran down the corridor, panic bubbling in you. When you came to a door, you slammed it open, the sight behind it igniting rage and horror in you. Your husband was tied to a chair, a gag between his teeth, a red hot poker pressed to his chest.

“What is this?” you demanded, and Doctor Orlov paused. “Untie the King.” Akim and the four guards had trailed you, but all stood frozen. “Untie the King! I command you!” “Queen Y/N, you cannot–” “Do not tell me what I can and cannot do!” you snapped, composure completely slipping. “I will have you hanged for this, do you understand me? Torturing your King?”

“It is not torture, Majesty, it is medicine!” Doctor Orlov argued. “You cannot have me hanged for practicing medicine.” “I am your Queen!” you screamed, moving to stand nose-to-nose with the Doctor. “If I wish for you to be hanged, then you will be hanged. If I wish for you to be drawn and quartered, then you shall be. If I wish for you to rot in a cell for the rest of your pathetic life, then you shall! Get her out of my sight!”

The guards snapped to attention and dragged the Doctor out, and you turned your attention to your husband, who was being supported by Akim. “Oh, Nikolai,” you breathed, and he fell into your arms, clutching your gown. He was trembling, mumbling to himself. “My love, what have they done to you?” “Y-Y-Y/N?” he managed, and you nodded, cupping his cheek. “Yes, darling, it’s Y/N. Y/N’s here, I’m here. It’s me, sweetheart.”

You felt him relax in your arms, and he let out a shuddering breath. “Akim,” you called. “Have the guards clear the halls and get a Healer to our rooms.” “Yes, Your Majesty,” the valet said, hurrying from the room. “It didn’t like her,” Nikolai mumbled, and you stroked his hair. “What was that, my love?” “It didn’t like her. The demon.” You were about to ask what he meant by that, but Akim re-entered. “The halls are clear, Majesty.”

The two of you helped Nikolai to walk back to your rooms, and you changed him into his nightclothes, tucking him into bed. The Healer arrived soon after, examining the King and healing the burns, rope marks, and leech bites. “He’ll need rest,” she instructed. “And he needs you. After what he endured…” “Of course,” you replied, thanking the Healer and dismissing her.

Nikolai was dozing, and you climbed into bed at his side, pulling him into your arms. Already he seemed better, his face calm and relaxed, his tremor gone, no longer mumbling. “Nikolai, darling?” “Hmm?” “What did you mean earlier when you said ‘it didn’t like her’?” Your husband shifted in your arms so he could look at you. “The demon didn’t like Orlov,” he explained.

“When she was around, it came to the forefront of my mind, it tried to get out. And when she was…treating me, it would fight like mad to get free. But when you came in there…when you held me, it went away.” “Went away?” “Mhmm,” your husband replied. “When she was there, I had to fight to keep it at bay, but with you, it’s gone. I don’t feel it at all.” “Nikolai,” you said suddenly, clarity coming over you. “Do you remember the night the demon came back? When was it?”

The King thought for a moment before answering. “I think it was the 8th, why?” Suddenly, it all made sense. “I was staying with my mother in Balakirev then,” you said. “And that was the first night we’d spent apart since–” “Since after the war,” Nikolai finished for you. “Since I was infected with the demon.” It all made perfect sense now: it wasn’t chance that the demon re-appeared, it happened in your absence.

Now that he thought about it, more and more pieces clicked into place. He’d felt the demon clawing at his mind before, when he was anxious or stressed, but when you were near, it released its clutches and left him in peace. The Darkling had given him this curse, but the Darkling had never known love, never known the solace of another’s arms. But Nikolai did, and it was that love, that solace that was his cure. Not medicine, not science, not any religious ritual, it was you. It had always been you.

“Y/N,” Nikolai said. “You saved me.” “I’ll have that mad woman hanged for what she did to you, I’ll–” “Darling,” your husband said, smiling softly, brushing your hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek tenderly. “As attractive as it is to hear you threaten someone on my behalf, that’s not what I mean.” You heard a hint of his usual wit and banter slip back into his tone, and you knew that your husband was back.

“You are what keeps the demon at bay, my love,” Nikolai continued. “When I feel it coming on, trying to get out, all I have to do is look at you, and it vanishes. I have never felt its claws when I’m with you, when you’re in my arms. Y/N Lantsov, you are my salvation, my solace, and my greatest love.” Tears, happy tears pricked at your eyes, and you pressed your lips to his.

“If you’re making flowery declarations, then you must be feeling better,” you joked, but Nikolai was deadly serious. “I’m not joking, Y/N. The two months we were apart were the worst of my life. I couldn’t sleep, I barely ate, I was a shell of myself. But an hour in your arms and I’m a new man. You are my savior, Y/N.” “Nikolai, I–” “No, my love, you are. My Queen, my salvation.”

You smiled, kissing him again. “I love you so much, Nikolai,” you whispered, pulling him closer. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Saints, I’ve missed you.” Nikolai nuzzled his face into your chest, happy to be held in your embrace. “I love you too, my darling Y/N. And I missed you far more than I could ever say.” That Doctor would pay for what she’d done, but for now, you had your Nikolai, and he had his salvation. His Y/N, his wife, his Queen, his love.

#nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #nikolai lantsov x you #shadow and bone reader insert

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fadingdaggerr · 1 year

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from miles away

pairing: melissa schemmenti x gn!reader

summary: melissa’s ex husband pays you a visit after you move in

warnings: joe, protective r, a couple gross innuendos, author is a proud man hater and it shows

translation: sfigato means loser

note: haven’t written for melissa before but i had the idea for the argument for something else and thought i’d try something new. let me know how y’all feel about this and if you’d like more melissa stuff or not :)

three years ago, she would cover your eyes when you came over for dinner, now you’re here. for the last five months, you’d woken up every morning morning with melissa laying across your back as she lightly snored in your ear. her light breath passing over the shell of your ear, mixed with the smell of her honey shampoo, it was almost enough to lull you back to sleep every time.

getting dressed was more about watching melissa while you tried not to drool. getting ready was more staring at her while she applied her lipstick, her taunting you with winks in the mirror when she caught you. leaving always consisted of you running ahead of her to open the car door, kissing her knuckles as she sat down. mornings were precious with melissa schemmenti.

smack… smack… smacksmacksmack. thunk.

you heard melissa snicker behind you as she watched you fight the vending machine for a kitkat stuck on the edge of a bag of doritos. you playfully glared back as you dropped more quarters in to get her raspberry iced tea. she’s lucky she’s cute.

you offer the iced tea to her with a sweet smile, but pull it out of her reach at the last second, “making fun of me, schemmenti?”

“i wouldn’t dream of it,” she answers with fluttering lashes and a pitched voice, loving the laugh it drew out from you. she extends her hand, speaking normally, “now hand it over, hot stuff.”

lunch was the best period of the day. no students for half an hour, and then for another half hour when fourth graders went to gym. pure peace for the whole hour. granted, half of that got to spent admiring melissa from across the table instead of listening to anything anyone says.

your eyes drink in the site of her with a ponytail, bangs pushed back by her glasses, and wearing your sweater, the very one she had given back to you two weeks ago because it ‘didn’t smell like you anymore.’ barbara side-eyed you with a chuckle, simply amused by the adoration for her best friend that was practically seeping from your pores. the heart-eyes directed melissa’s way were rudely interrupted by the phone behind the coffee maker ringing.

teacher lee reaches for it first before stretching an arm out to you, “front desk for you.”

never once has someone shown up in the middle of the day for you. you grab the phone from lee, “hello?”

“it’s ahmed. i got a guy up here saying he wants to talk to you about his wife,” he speaks quietly and unsure into the phone.

you’re silent for a second, scanning the room before saying quickly, “conference room two, i’ll be there in a minute.”

hanging up the phone, you gather yourself together. melissa and barbara stare at you for a second, then look at each other. you think quickly to avoid a certain someone from following you.

“got a parent up front, i guess. i’ll see you in a bit,” you don’t spare a glance to melissa before nearly running out the door. please be anyone else, please be literally anyone else.

you pass ahmed, only asking him, “he got a green cap on?”

“yeah, why?” he asks without looking up from his phone.

“mental preparation.”

—

melissa stared at the door for a moment before looking at barbara with nothing but confusion on her face, “what kind of parent stops by in the middle of the day?”

barbara shrugs, “maybe one of the parents works at the hospital, they have got schedules going each and every direction.”

melissa hummed in agreement, but still was weary about your departure. she leaves the lounge early to ‘touch up her makeup,’ and heads towards conference room two. three equally curious ducklings, janine, jacob, and barbara, follow behind her.

two familiar voices argue on the other side of the door, and melissa is frozen in place listening for a moment. she opens the door quietly, seeing you shove her ex-husband back before getting in his face.

—

the conference room door felt as if it weighed ten thousand pounds, your muscles tensing as you stepped in. closing the door behind you, you crossed your arms and spoke.

“what do you want, joe?”

“annette mentioned something about you moving into my house,” he stated with a disgruntled tone.

you sharply exhale through your nose, “it’s not your house. and that doesn’t answer my question. why are you here?”

“you’re living in my house,” he says again.

you exhale with annoyance, “your name isn’t on the deed anymore and you don’t pay for it. you haven’t since before you two got divorced. it’s melissa’s house, not yours.”

he stepped forward in attempts to intimidate you, “i want you out of my house and away from my wife.”

“what wife?” you retort quickly, “surely you don’t mean melissa? she divorced you, if you remember correctly.”

he stepped even closer, only about a foot of room between you, “god you two deserve each other. you’re just as arrogant, and she’s just as stupid,” his finger poked into your shoulder, “let me give you a little advice on handling that cu-”

red.

your palm goes to his own shoulder and shoved him back, “speak about her like that again and i promise they’ll never find you,” deep breath in, deep breath out, “and don’t touch me, ever. or give me your advice or anything else, as a matter of fact.” getting into joe’s face, you continue, “i don’t need to ‘handle’ melissa,” you exaggerate the quotations marks around his wording, “you and i both know, very fucking well, that she can handle herself perfectly fine.”

joe doesn’t back down, so you continue, “and why would i advice from you? she. left. you. why would i want advice from the man who fumbled that hard,” you’re nearly laughing in his face at this point, “but if i want advice on how to become greatly acquainted with my own hand, i’ll give you a shout.”

“you’re a disgusting bitch,” he seethes.

“all that and more,” you say walking towards the door, “you can walk down this hall and walk out the front doors,” you gesture with your thumb, “i’m sure there’s a bathroom stall wall with a nice, comfy hole in it just calling your name.”

joe’s front crumples with the last of your words, anger and defeat written across his face in permanent marker. you obnoxiously wave at him as he leaves, muttering under his breath as he stares at his feet. you hear ahmed laughing to himself, before looking at him, “not a word ahmed. not. one. word.”

“dude…” he laughs, “should i put him on the no-entry list?”

you shrug, “if he comes back, call me, no matter who he asks for. only call me.”

“aye-aye captain. i’m not messing with you, not even a little bit,” ahmed jokes as you walk back to the lounge.

—

melissa was standing wide-eyed in the hall. she was taken back by every part of the conversation she’d heard. she’d never seen you that angry, and come to think of it. she’d seen you upset, annoyed, even pissed. she still recalls the violent yell of ‘WHAT?!’ when you watched the game of thrones finale together, she swears it echoes in the living room still. but she had never seen you speak with such pure anger and hatred.

“melissa…” barbara cautiously starts.

“later. very later,” melissa replies, still collecting her thoughts.

when they heard your voice in the hallway, the group quickly made their way back to the lounge. melissa and barbara pretend to look interested in their phones, not looking at you as you came in. janine and jacob were sitting looking at each other, both nearly in shock over what they had heard you say. you’d never said anything that grotesque in the three years they’d been at abbott, but damn.

taking your spot across from melissa, and instead of resuming your not-so-subtle staring, you stare at the table. a few minutes go by before you feel someone’s foot tap against yours. you look up from the table to see melissa staring at you, nodding towards to door, a silent request to talk.

with a short nod, you get up and start to walk towards your classroom, melissa follows after she packs up her things.

you hear her heels click against the tile floors of the classroom and just say, “eavesdropping isn’t very polite, mel.”

“so is not telling me joe was here,” she replies. she’s right, and you know she is. you knew it was him, or at least you were pretty sure.

“he asked to speak to me,” you lean against your desk and grab her hand, “and it was just some sad uber-masculine way to try and intimidate me.” you play with her rings as your explanation quickly turns into a rant, “but he insulted you, melissa. to my face! he can say whatever he wants about me, i don’t care. but you? you? no way in h- why are you smiling?”

she yanks your arm and pulls you into a hug before speaking, “you threatened to kill that sfigato all because he called me a bitch?”

you shake your head the best you can with her vice grip around your neck, “not a bitch, worse. and he kept saying it’s his house and you’re his wife, like he doesn’t live above that gyro spot, lonely and alone.”

you feel melissa’s laughter more than you hear it, and it makes your arms tighten around her waist once more before letting her go. she’s so lovely, simply lovely. how anyone could let her go was beyond your comprehension. you’re just thankful that she trusts you, enough to let you befriend her, and then enough to love her completely.

“you don’t need to protect me. i’ve got four bats hidden around the house and two in the car. and one under my desk,” you watch her count again in her head, “and the one in your car.”

“i know you don’t need me to,” you fix the chains of her necklaces as you continue, “but i love you, and that means i’m sticking up for you, no matter what, no matter who.”

melissa is nearly certain that if you two weren’t at school, she’d be a puddle of tears. the gentle fixing of her necklaces, your soft voice and oh-so-sweet words, she just wanted to kiss your face all over. workplace rules have her settle for a lingering kiss to your cheek, i love you too mumbled into your skin.

you cupped her cheek, thumb caressing the apple of her cheek. in the most loving tone you say to her, “if he shows up again i’m gonna use the damn car bat on him.”

melissa laughs heartily, “maybe he’ll just find the hole in stall wall and get too busy to come back.”

a mix of a groan and laugh leaves you, you’d entirely forgotten your earlier words. melissa stays in the classroom until the end of lunch bell rings, before she quickly kisses you goodbye.

you watch her walk away, then watch her run back in, “how did he find out you moved in?”

“i don’t know how, all i know is annette had something to do with it,” you answer with a little shrug.

you see her face immediately go into planning mode for what to say to annette when she inevitably chews her out. she spins to leave your classroom for real this time, but just as she’s about to head out the door, you pull her back in and press another kiss to her lips, for good measure.

feedback appreciated as always <3

title is from passionfruit by drake

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #lisa ann walter #abbott elementary

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aphroditelovesu · 11 months

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what would happen if bby!reader were sleeping with Mysaria (daemon's ex lover)?

Am I to assume this is a threat...? Because it honestly looks like a threat of, at best, a decapitation.

Because heads will roll once Rhaenyra finds out her bby is sleeping with someone, let alone a whore who was her husband's mistress.

Imagine the following scenario: Adult!Bby!Reader meets Mysaria, unaware that she is his stepfather's ex-lover, and takes an interest in her and she in him. They start talking and it all leads to the same thing: they sleep together. It was supposed to be a one-night stand, but Mysaria found herself drawn more and more to the reader and the reader to her (because, let's be honest, she's pretty as fuck-) and the two became lovers in that case and kept seeing each other every day and more and more. Feding Mysaria's own obsession with Adult!Bby!Reader and his overwhelming desires always satisfied.

Everything was going great for the two new lovers. Mysaria knows who the reader is, but she doesn't care. She isn't interested in the power he could grant her but in him, she knows she shouldn't but she can't help but fall in love with him. Their encounters were more and more frequent and passionate, until one day, they got careless and were discovered by an angry Rhaenyra.

They had sex during the night and as was custom, they slept together, but Mysaria was so focused on watching her sleeping love that she forgot about time and ended up being caught by Rhaenyra, who had gone to visit her son in the morning, as she always did. Only she didn't just see him.

Can you imagine the face Rhaenyra made when she saw Mysaria, completely naked, on her son's bed, also naked, and hugging him? She blinked a few times to try to process the scene before she started to freak out.

To say she was furious was an understatement, she was ready to burn Mysaria right there. Upon hearing his mother's screams, Adult!Bby!Reader woke up with a start and turned red with embarrassment to be found in such a situation. He glanced at Mysaria who seemed interested in the situation and tried to hide her with the covers. Silently waiting for this humiliation to go away.

Rhaenyra's furious screams and promises of death drew attention, and soon Daemon was called to her. For them to discuss this inconvenient situation.

Daemon looked quite surprised to find out about this affair, and he felt like laughing, but he held it back as he watched his wife's furious expression. He was remarkably calm, not looking the least bit worried or upset to learn that his stepson is sleeping with his ex-lover. He was flustered at first, but collected himself and worried about Adult!Bby!Reader as he knew Mysaria too well and feared that she might be using him.

The reader was shocked to discover that his lover had already slept with his stepfather, but he couldn't help his feelings for her. He knew very well that his mother would never allow that and he would need to find an alternative to this situation. Meanwhile, Mysaria would be happy now that everyone knew about her relationship with Adult!Bby!Reader and she wouldn't care about Rhaenyra's or even Daemon's disapprovals, she was just focused on her relationship with the reader and getting him happy. I can see her even wanting to have the reader's children once her obsession had fully developed.

Rhaenyra would only accept this ""relationship"" if it was based solely on lust, begrudgingly, but she would, but if she knows or realizes that her son, her precious bby, has actually fallen in love with a whore, she will ignore the Daemon notices and burn Mysaria alive.

I imagine the two would get along super well, Mysaria would be a loyal lover to him and, in a way, protective as her obsession grows and maybe even possessive, which would trigger an internal war between her and Rhaenyra. (Daemon would just be laughing-)

~ Lady L

(so pretty that I just can't-)

#house of the dragon #yandere house of the dragon #yandere hotd #a song of ice and fire #hotd #asoiaf #yandere mysaria #yandere rhaenyra targaryen #yandere daemon targaryen #yandere mysaria x reader #mysaria x reader #concept #yandere concept #reaction #?

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bit-dodgy-innit · 2 years

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Close Encounters of the Maternal Kind

Summary: In which your mom almost finds you with Steven’s head up your shirt.

This is set within my other fic THE SHAPE OF YOU which is helpful to read first but not necessary!

Pairing: Steven x afab!reader here, though Reader is married to the system so background Marc x afab!reader and Jake x afab!reader

Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2.4k (which for me is a drabble)

TW/CW: Lactation kink (shocker, I know), fluff, dirty talk, teasing, and a touch of softdom!reader, maybe a little exhibitionism too because our lovely couple almost gets caught?

A/N: AGAIN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE AND ATTENTION EVERYONE HAS SHOWN SHAPE OF YOU!! So glad I’m not the only fan of Steven being a fan of your boobs out there!! Hope y’all enjoy, and if everyone keeps up the love, I’ll keep writing for this boy and this kink!

“Oh wow, well done Nyla!” Steven cheered from his seat next to you as he watched with sheer pride and delight as she breastfed from you.

Getting your newborn daughter to latch had been an ongoing struggle, one that had threatened to completely spin you out in your sleep-deprived, postpartum state. Yet ever since the entrance of Pippa, your obstetrician-recommended lactation specialist, breastfeeding had gone much more smoothly.

“For the love of God, Steven, don’t film this,” you chided in a loving but exasperated tone when your husband whipped out his phone.

“Why not? These are precious memories,” he contended, “not to mention a major moment in Nyla’s development.”

You grinned and allowed him to keep recording, sometimes your Steven was just too earnest for his own good.

“She is doing rather spectacularly” you admitted, sending an absolutely besotted gaze to your little daughter. “Just don’t show anyone this.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Steven averred, “I promise. Well, other than Marc and Jake, of course.”

“Of course,” you repeated softly.

You lapsed into silence, both of you rapt watching your baby girl. These were the moments you loved the most, just the three of you, enjoying something quiet and simple, qualities you’d learned not to take for granted since Nyla’s arrival. It felt as if her cries echoed nonstop in your head, and your stomach still clenched in apprehension every time you held Nyla to your bosom to feed, afraid that all the progress you’d made with Pippa would be lost.

But nothing was better than this, you decided: your little family safe, healthy, and happy. Nyla pulled off of you when she was done, and you readjusted your shirt so you could put her on your shoulder to burp her.

“I can do that,” Steven offered.

“It’s alright honey, I want to,” you told him. “Feel like I need to be close with her for a little while longer, Pippa said it’s good for us.”

He relented, instead using the time to tidy up the place. Thanks to your parents being in town it no longer looked like a bomb site. You paced around the flat while you coaxed a burp from Nyla.

“Did your parents say when they’d be over?” Steven asked.

“No. They said they wanted to check out the gallery at Dulwich but that’s–-oh good girl!”

Nyla had awarded you with a burp, which meant you could put her down to nap. Steven bided his time with the new information as you got your daughter settled. The gallery would take a solid while, plus if they walked around the park and stopped for lunch, Steven should have at least another hour alone with you.

He smiled when you tiptoed out of Nyla’s nursery, pantomiming victory after she fell asleep. Steven couldn’t help but laugh at your little charade.

Steven drew you into his arms. “We’re starting to get the parenting thing down, I think.”

“Too early to say,” you hedged, “but her eating and going down that easily was a definite win.”

Steven kissed you, unhurried and indulgent. You hadn’t kissed each other like this in forever.

“Hi,” he whispered, his lips lingering millimeters from you.

“Hi,” you bit your lip, a stupidly wide grin on your lips.

That was all you needed to to recapture one another’s lips. It was as if you were just seeing each other as people rather than exhausted, harried partners trying to keep a tiny, helpless being alive. Steven’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, yet he flinched away reflexively when the wet spot on your shirt pressed against his.

“Oh shit,” you apologized immediately, “sorry.”

Steven wasn’t offended in the slightest, instead he gave you a heavy-lidded, suggestive look. “Care for some help with that?”

Recently, accidentally, you and Steven had discovered you shared a bit of a lactation kink before Pippa had helped you get Nyla latch. Your husband had always been your tits’ number one fan, so when Nyla was born and struggled to breastfeed, Steven happily volunteered to relieve you when your breasts became too engorged.

Turns out you’d both gotten off on it, which led to a husband who was even more keen when it came to getting his mouth on your boobs.

“We can’t,” you rebuffed.

“Why not?”

You rolled your eyes, men and their libidos. “My parents will be back any minute! God, saying that makes me feel like we’re teenagers sneaking around before curfew.”

Steven wasn’t giving up that easily. He crowded closer to you again. “Please babe? Just a little taste?”

To help convince you, he dotted kisses on that spot just behind your ear. That fucker, he was playing dirty…though, your breasts were a little achy to be honest…

“A taste, that’s it,” you surrendered. You pushed him away to look Steven in the eye. “Seriously Steven, we’re staying clothed and nothing below the belt.”

He nodded, graciously accepting the terms you set forth as you sat down on the couch and reached under your shirt to unclasp a cup on your nursing bra. Steven followed you, rucking up your shirt.

“You should wear these all the time,” he declared before wrapping his lips around your bare nipple.

“What, my gross nursing bras?”

“Mmmhmm,” Steven only disconnected his mouth for a second to clarify, “Easy access.”

You chuckled incredulously. As scandalized as you’d seemed to Steven, it did feel heavenly to have him suckling at you. You sank further into the couch, luxuriating in the wet suction of his mouth on the mound Nyla hadn’t eaten from.

Obviously there was nothing sexual about feeding your daughter, though it was deeply vulnerable and wholesomely intimate. Sharing this with Steven was managed to be both those emotions in a different way and arousing.

You never imagined you’d get off on this, let alone enjoy it. Yet, it was how much Steven relished the act himself that did it for you, that never failed to get your pussy, in addition to your tits, wet. They weren’t kidding when they said becoming a parent changes you.

You carded your fingers through your husband’s curls while he licked and sucked at your peak. Once short, his hair was growing out more since he, nor Marc or Jake, hadn’t been to the barber since your daughter’s birth. You liked it, the longer hair gave you more to grab onto when you and your husbands were able to find the time, let along muster the energy, to fuck.

“So good,” Steven murmured against the thin, sensitive skin of your teat. “Need more.”

You two were already pushing it as it was. “Honey…”

“Please,” You watched him grind himself against the cushions. “You’re just so tasty.”

You tilted Steven’s chin up to connect your lips. He eagerly granted you entrance when your tongue invaded his mouth to taste the two of you for yourself.

“We make quite the combination, don’t we?”

“C’mon babe, you know the power these titties have over me,” Steven pleaded.

You did know. And if you had more time, you’d make him beg for them properly. Steven was the only alter that you felt comfortable with and sexy about bossing around a bit.

You tucked your tit back into your bra but before you exposed the other one, you provoked him, “Tell me how much.”

A little whine escaped from Steven’s mouth. “Want ‘em so badly, darling. Always so big and perky…gods, nothing gets my cock harder than these tits, could suck at ‘em all day—“

You interrupted him, freeing your other breast and pushing his head back to your chest. Steven went without protest, resealing his lips around your nipple and resuming his avid suckling.

Oh, it felt so good for your boobs to be both pleasured and drained. You were on the verge of caving in and telling Steven to get his sure-to-be throbbing dick out when you heard a key in the front door’s lock.

“Oh my God!” You pushed Steven’s head away just as swiftly as you’d pulled it to you moments before, internally cursing that you’d given your parents a key.

It was supposed to be so they could let themselves in without disturbing Nyla, but perhaps the access was hurting more than helping now. You dove away from Steven on the couch and fumbled for the remote.

The two of you could hear the doorknob turning…

“What are you doing?” Steven demanded in a whisper.

“Putting on the telly because why else would you be sitting on the couch with a pillow on your lap other than to hide a boner?” you fired back lowly.

The door opened, footsteps approached…

“Your shirt!” Steven frantically reminded you.

You hastily stuffed your still leaking breast back into your already stained top, assuming what you hoped was a somewhat normal pose on the couch as your mother entered, a few bags from the grocery store as well as one from the Dulwich gift shop in tow.

“Is she napping?” she whispered, referring to Nyla. Both you and your husband nodded. “Then why is the TV on?”

“Because Steven just wanted to check the cricket score,” you covered while Steven muted the volume.

All three of you looked at the screen. A home improvement show that was decidedly not cricket played.

“It’s on a different channel than usual,” Steven explained while he desperately searched the digital guide for Sky Sports.

Honestly, now would have been the perfect time for Nyla to start fussing and divert everyone’s attention away from your disheveled state. Damn your effective sleep training.

A subject change was in order, you decided. “How was the gallery?”

“Lovely,” your mother answered. “Dad was tired, still dealing with the jetlag, so I went to the store and picked up a few things.”

“Thanks mom,” you responded, your tone full of genuine gratitude. Keeping Nyla fed was overwhelming enough, never mind feeding you and Steven on top of it.

“So kind of you,” Steven added along with his thanks.

You both volunteered to help her put away the groceries, one, because she’d gone through the trouble of getting and paying for them, and two, you and Steven had a system.

While you unpacked, the two of you peppered her with a constant stream of questions about her morning at the park and gallery, which seemed to effectively take her mind off of anything she might’ve glimpsed earlier.

***

You thought you’d gotten away with masking your little escapade until later that night. Your mom sent Steven and your dad to pick up the takeaway and was rocking Nyla when she asked you, “Is everything alright, sweet pea?”

“Yeah. Great. You and Dad have been such big helps. Can’t imagine what we would've done without you.”

“Of course! We wouldn’t miss spending this precious time with our sweet Nyla-girl,” she said, gazing down at her granddaughter with eyes full of adoration. “Are you and Steven alright though? You seemed off before.”

Fuck, nothing got past your mom. Not when you were growing up, not now. You tried to think fast. “Oh that…we’re fine. Honestly, I think we’re so sleep-deprived we forgot that we gave you a key. We were a little startled, that's all.”

Your mother listened, giving no indication or not if she was convinced. Her silence prompted you to babble and overcompensate, a rookie move on your part. “Maybe...you know, in the future, you shoot us a text when you’re headed over so neither of us zombies spook and wake the baby.”

“Alright then,” she agreed. You were about to breathe a sigh of relief when she continued, “That’s good for you two, I’m happy you’re getting back to more ‘marital’ activities.”

Well it looked like Steven, Marc and Jake were going to have to raise Nyla on their own, because you died. Of course your mom knew what you’d been up to. “Mom!”

“Oh sweet pea, don’t be embarrassed!!” she tried to comfort you. She must have assumed you two were merely fooling around. You surmised from her nonchalance that she hadn’t seen exactly what you were doing, because wouldn’t she be more scandalized? “It’s a good thing!”

“A good thing that we pretend never happened?” You countered. “Mom, I beg you. It’s one thing between us, but you know Steven–none of the guys–had a good family life. He’ll actually die of embarrassment.”

“I’d never,” your mom replied, miffed you thought she’d mention it to your husband at all. “That's why I sent the men away so we could talk.”

Today had been such a rollercoaster of emotions that all you could manage was a “thanks” in return. And truly, what more was there to add?

***

After dinner, you and Steven showed your parents to the door. Good-nights were exchanged and when the door shut, it was Marc that greeted you. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you pecked him on the lips. “Missed you.”

“You too,” he murmured. “Good day?”

“As if you weren’t co-conscious for my and Steven’s sex debacle.”

Marc laughed softly. “I was trying to be a gentleman about it.”

“Well, I appreciate that, but can I talk to Steven for one more minute,” you requested. You circled your arms around his shoulders, “Then it’s just you, me, the RAF file, plus the bottle of wine my parents couldn’t finish.”

It never failed to astound you, watching one alter’s face subtly, but so distinctly, shift into another’s as they traded possession of the body.

“You’re cross with me, aren’t you?” Steven speculated without hesitation.

“I’m not cross,” you assuaged him, “But I think we can only have ‘parental time’ once Mom and Dad are undoubtedly home for the evening from now on.”

He conceded. “That’s fair. Besides, I know your dad knows we’re married and how babies are made and everything, but I still feel like he’d kill me if he ever caught us in the middle of shagging.”

You giggled, he wasn’t wrong necessarily.

“I’m sure he's telling you, but Marc has to prep for a meeting tomorrow and–”

“Yeah, alright,” Steven cut you off. Marc needed the body. Before he gave over control, Steven asked one more time, “You’re sure you’re alright? That you’re not angry?”

While you weren’t sure you’d live it down with your mom, you had been just as horny as Steven was. Besides, there were more important things to focus on.

“No honey,” you assured him. “I mean we’re only a little over a month into this, I’m going to need you to help a lot more with these.”

Steven took one last good look at your tits, sent you a cheeky wink, then Marc took back over.

Neither man had stopped holding you. Marc’s grasp tightened slightly and he asked, “Now what was that about a bottle of wine?”

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A/N: Soooooooo, what’d we think? I definitely have another lactation!kink fic idea centered around Jake in mind, and then maybe some good ol’ angst and communication between you and Marc about why he’s hesitant to front with the baby. Interested? Let me know!

Also more to come in my other AU with Marc and Sigyn, but after the overwhelmingly lovely response to Shape of You I had to get this out first! Thanks for reading!

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Ok, for the WIP title ask game, would An Eternity of This happen to be the Oaths follow up? 👀

It would be!! This snippet is the first thing that I wrote again after too many months with not enough writing. It's a scene with Thomas and Catte after Hob has gone out after Dream about the. V grateful to it for getting the gears going again, even though it doesn't quite fit in the rest of the coda. Pleased to have a reason to put it somewhere else, like riiiight here. ~1.1K of Oaths Coda under the cut:

When they were small, Catte had teased Hob for his lack of patience. When they were grown, she persisted in doing so, for he persisted in having none.

He took it in good humour, as was his character; just as it was hers to tease him in all the things she knew better about. It was a mercy that he had been born into a saddle and not to any other manner of work. Strong though he was, she suspected he would not be able to withstand waiting even for a dough to rise. Making a simple basket had nearly driven him to grief.

It was only now, that she felt the abashed stirrings of sympathy. Patience. She turned away from the window and sighed.

“By morrow, he told you,” she said, again.

“By morrow,” replied Thomas, again.

“How many times is that now? God’s blood. It’s not as if the answer is going to be different.”

“Four, I think,” he said dryly. “You’re beside yourself.”

Catte shook her head and scoffed. “So I am. Come and comfort your insensible wife, Thomas.”

He stood up from where he was sat by their hearth, and came to wrap his arms around her. Only she was insensible on the inside, and had to shut her eyes to resist the impulse to slide out of his embrace as soon as it caught her and go back to the window. Her husband was warm and solid and smelled of smoke and himself, and she could be still as him, even if she felt less like a woman and rather more like a flystruck horse in the fields, twitching and restive and nearly mad.

Thomas pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “I’m not sure you can will yourself any calmer than this, hart. The others are surely drinking themselves blind tonight. If it wasn’t that your company was far better, I’d join them. You’ve more grace than us all.”

She smiled at the flattery and turned her face against his chest so she could half look out onto the dark moors. “I do have more practice.”

Thomas drew in a breath. “Is this what it’s like? Each time we ride out?”

Catte looked up. He met her eyes, and she thought of all the long winters, of waking before dawn and starting the day’s labours in the blue-grey light just for a reason to look to the horizon. Waiting for her Thomas before he was even hers, not wanting to put a name to the thing that already had her looking for him in the crowd of returning riders, dry-mouthed, no matter what they called each other.

She cupped his face and thumbed over his cheeks. Her husband now. Not that it made any kind of difference to how it felt, before or after, each and every time. But it was her work to carry the waiting, as riding was theirs. He should never have learned this feeling too. He’d recall it afresh when he rode out again and feel sorry twice over, for leaving and for knowing now how it felt to be left.

“Would you believe me if I say no?” she asked.

Thomas raised his eyebrows. “No. But I’d let you have it.”

“You shouldn’t let me have anything,” she said indignantly.

“Nay, you’d prefer to win it, love,” he said, hiding a smile, and she sighed. It was unjust that he knew her as well as she knew him. “You don’t need to explain. I just don’t know how you bear this.”

“It is like this. But it’s easier, too. Tonight is different.” When Thomas rode out, he was surrounded by good men, brothers and kin, some who she would grant were even as cunning or strong as her man. Hob had gone out with nobody, against a fell enemy they had never met before, not to chance suffering but to pay in it, and no way home but to withstand it all. It didn’t bear saying, so instead she said, “I have you with me. The bed won’t be cold.”

“You’re only trying to make me feel useful,” said Thomas. He pressed his face into hair. “Catte, I hate this,” he murmured.

“I know,” she said. “I hate it too.” Outside, rain gusted down, and they both fell silent, imagining Hob, outside and alone, making his way to Miles Cross.

“I’ll bank the fire,” said Thomas abruptly. Catte looked at the hearth and laughed. It had hours left in it. Thomas had been stoking it ceaselessly. It would take the whole bucket of cold ash.

“And I suppose then we’ll lie in bed and fall asleep,” she said.

He smiled crookedly. “Aye.”

But she did lie down in bed, and soon Thomas joined her, and pressed himself to her back like another bastle wall. Neither of them spoke. Catte had been surprised to discover how much she enjoyed the comfortable marital silence that came in sharing a bed, near as much as the very foremost activities of a marriage bed. Tonight, it hardly warmed her. Tonight, they were only silent because the remainder of their thoughts were too grim to speak aloud. They sounded awful enough inside her head.

Catte wanted to throw off the covers, shake all the fear off with it, but instead, she breathed slowly, and began to paint a picture behind her eyes. It was a childish habit, to soothe and distract. She hadn’t thought about it in years. Her eldest sister had told her to do it when Catte confessed she lost sleep for her nerves as soon her friends began to ride out. Think of someplace else. It doesn’t even need to be real, Effy had said solemnly. Name every detail of it, the smell and the sound and the feel, so you can go into it like another room.

A summer’s evening, she decided. A sky dark blue in the gloaming, the leavings of a perfect clear day. Sweet smelling air and a cool breeze in her hair. Dark enough for bats to be on wing in the field, light enough to point them out still, to her children, who were bonny and hale, and favoured her and Thomas both. But tonight they were indoors, sat at her feet on a yellow woven rug, listening wide-eyed to her fearful recounting of the Faerie Queen and the night their kinsman Hob Gadling won his love. Thomas comes inside, with more lines on his face and more handsome for it, and they pester him with questions, and he laughs—as he does, easily and often now, for here in this little room their future is plentiful and kind—and fetches Hob and his fey husband, both long since returned from the clutches of monstrous creatures, and then Thomas holds Catte in his arms the way he had since they were still half children themselves, and they all together listen to the only fairy story that was true, and ended happily.

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meraki-yao · 3 months

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This is random as fuck but I'm thinking about Henry's royal surname

So I happen to be a bit of nerd when it comes to British royalty, I literally don't have a reason for that except it's interesting to me

I actually really appreciated changing movie Henry's surname, until I found out they're real royal houses and started wondering about RWRB's history

In the book it was Mountchristen-Windsor, obviously modelled after irl royal family Mountbatten-Windsor, although Mountbatten was derived from the German Battenberg family from the Queen's husband, Prince Philip of Greece and Denmark, which is also an actual place in Germany. As far as I can tell Mountchristen is entirely fictional?

Book Henry mentioned having a Great Uncle who abdicated because he was a Nazi, which is irl Duke of Winsdor, Queen Elizabeth's uncle (although the reason he stated was for love), so I think? That the lineage was the same until at least that generation. But Queen Mary, Henry's grandmother said she's been serving the country for 47 years, and Princess Catherine, Henry's mother is 60 years old in 2020, born in 1960, approximately the same age as Prince Andrew, Queen E's third child. Henry was born in 1997, and Prince William was born in 1982. So the generational year gap changes there: for RWRB there's four generations, while irl there are five generations in 2020.

So a bit of math here, assuming that the Duke of Windsor's abdication is the same as the real world, which is 1936, so the lineage is the same up to 1936. The book takes place in 2020, so Queen Mary ascended to the throne in 1973, 37 years after the Duke of Windsor's abdication, a reasonable amount of years for one monarch's reign. So that monarch is where things went differently. As for how it went differently...yeah I don't fucking know my brain cells ran out.

But Movie Henry's royal family name is Hanover-Stuart, two actual houses of royalty: King James IV&I of M&G belongs to the House of Stuart (so what the fuck Nick another coincidental connection between your characters) with Anne, Queen of Britain being the last reigning monarch of the House of Stuart (after her death her cousin George of Hanover inherited the British Throne); Queen Victoria was the last reigning monarch of the House of Hanover (her children belonged to the house of her husband: the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, which was later renamed Windsor during WWI). In our world, the House of Stuart went extinct in 1807, while the House of Hanover still has living members in Europe, granted no longer in direct relations to the British monarchy

So what I'm wondering if for movie verse, where the history of the British royal family changes for Henry to have this different surname:

For Hanover, it's possible that for the universe, Queen Victoria's children still bore her name of Hanover and didn't change it during the war, so the rest of the lineup to Henry kept Hanover. But I cannot for the life of me imagine where would Stuart come from given that the line broke off there

... yeah I don't know what point I'm trying to make or what conclusion I drew, but I used up an hour going down this rabbit hole. If my dad knew I was doing math for this instead of doing my calculus homework he'd kill me but whatever

Also I bet neither Casey nor Matthew actually thought this deep about such a minor thing this is how bad my rwrb brainrot is if we don't get something soon I'm gonna go stir crazy

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #nicholas galitzine #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry hanover stuart fox #firstprince #rwrb thoughts #rwrb rambles #history #british history #what the fuck is wrong with me

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youremyheaven · 10 months

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vedic astrology symbols & motifs pt 3

1. Serpent symbolism

Zendaya wearing a Roberto Cavalli dress with twin serpents on the back. She has her saturn & ketu in UBP.

She's also the ambassador for Bvlgari, a brand known for its iconic serpent motif. Fellow ambassador Priyanka Chopra also has serpent yoni (Rohini moon)

Julianne Moore, mrigashira moon wearing a dress featuring cobras

Kendall Jenner, UBP moon wearing a dress with snake imagery

Charlize Theron, ashlesha sun & mercury wearing a serpent pendant.

Cardi B, mrigashira ketu as Medusa

Rohini Mars, uma thurman as medusa in percy jackson

2. Punarvasu girls often play the Trophy Wife or the Dream Girl in media.

Malin Ackerman (punarvasu moon) played the titular Trophy Wife in the sitcom of the same name

Sofia Vergara (punarvasu sun & moon) plays Gloria Pritchett in modern family who is a classic example of a trophy wife.

Kaley Cuoco (punarvasu moon) plays Penny in TBBT. Penny is a quintessential "dream girl" type character.

Punarvasu moon Drew Barrymore plays a version of this role in nearly every romcom she's ever been in.

3. I have a soft spot for Virgo-Cancer couples. Virgo is considered the most masculine sign and Cancer is the most feminine sign. Sexual polarity is what drives a relationship and this could be why these couples are so fun to watch on screen and even irl.

Jay on the show, Modern Family is played by Ed O'Neill who is Purvaphalguni moon (tropical virgo) and Sofia Vergara, who plays his wife, has Punarvasu moon (tropical cancer).

Ed O'Neill was on the show Married With Children, where Katey Sagal played his wife. She has Pushya moon and Punarvasu Ketu. Its interesting how his two most well known characters are both husbands on shows about families with wives played by Cancer girlies👀

Chris Hemsworth is a Purvaphalguni sun and Uttaraphalguni moon and he is married to Elsa Pataky who is Punarvasu sun and Revati moon. Pisces is opposite to Virgo and opposite signs have insane chemistry.

I'll make a separate post about how movies often pair actors with opposite signs to play a couple and how this happens in real life as well (opposites attract 😏)

Priyanka Chopra is a Punarvasu sun and Nick Jonas is a Uttaraphalguni sun and stellium.

in Bridget Jones' Diary, Mark Darcy is played by Purvaphalguni sun Colin Firth and Bridget is played by Ashlesha moon Renee Zellwegger.

The OG romcom pairing. Adam Sandler, Purvaphalguni sun and Drew Barrymore who is Punarvasu moon.

Purvaphalguni sun, Hugh Grant and Pushya rising Julia Roberts in Notting Hill.

another iconic romcom pairing, Purvaphalguni sun Richard Gere with Pushya rising Julia Roberts.

6. I find a connection between Ashlesha and plastic surgery. Ashlesha is the star of restriction and its tightly coiled by nature. These natives often express their severity through their self-presentation. On another note, these tropical Leo natives become sidereal Cancers and while Leos are known for being extremely self conscious and prone to fluctuating self esteem, adding a layer of Cancerian sensitivity makes things worse for them. Their self-image becomes extremely personal and they feel a need to master perfectionism. (in my perspective, switching to sidereal does not cancel out one's tropical signs, it adds another layer or texture to it. Leos are so sensitive and picky, why? because they are sidereal Cancers underneath the surface. some Cancers are very typically girly and domestic whereas others are not? because they're split between the gemini and cancer signs in sidereal)

Now a lot of celebs get work done, especially these days but I think there are some celebrities who are known for their plastic surgery and these are just a few off the top of my head.

Megan Fox, ashlesha moon.

Kylie Jenner, ashlesha sun

Bella Hadid, ashlesha mars

Sridevi, ashlesha sun and stellium.

(she had already had some work done in the first pic) Sridevi is probably one of the first Indian actors to get plastic surgery back in the 70s/80s and was known for it.

#astro notes #astro observations #vedic astrology #sidereal astrology #vedic astro notes #astrology notes #astrology observations #nakshatras

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rarepears · 6 months

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Xin Mo woke up, at least as much as a sword could wake up. This was rather surprising to the sword, as it had spent thousands of years accumulating enough energy to become somewhat sapient, only for its first true life experience to be its destruction at the hands of its last wielder and his husband. New as it was to being an individual, Xin Mo felt surprisingly ambivalent about the event, especially since it currently seemed to not be destroyed at all.

With what little awareness a spiritual sword has, it was able to examine its surroundings and found them familiar. The cavern it was currently sitting in, blade sunken into the dark obsidian rock, was where it had rested for the centuries between its final wielder and the one who came before him. Checking its internal sense of time, Xin Mo found it to be somewhat out of tune, as it seemed to have moved a number of decades back into the past. It wasn’t bothered — it was a sword and not some simple mortal who had to deal with curses such as ageing and boredom — as it could use this time it had been granted to figure out what went wrong.

Xin Mo, before becoming aware, had taken a rather simple approach to its wielders. Like all beings of the Abyss, those who wielded it would always seek to become stronger than their enemies and to reproduce. Xin Mo merely helped them achieve those goals, pushing them along if necessary, and then eventually they’d push to far, and it would eat their soul in exchange. A fair deal for the power it granted, Xin Mo thought. Its last wielder though… he had been different. It had pushed him on the path each wielder eventually followed, but he had ultimately rejected it, and then destroyed it. Clearly a different approach was needed, Xin Mo decided with its newfound self-awareness.

Xin Mo waited patiently for its wielder, as the years went by. Perhaps its sense of time had been knocked off by its destruction and subsequent displacement through time, but it seemed as if he took longer to find it this time. It didn’t really matter to it at the time, but when his old wielder finally drew him from that dark cave, Xin Mo realised something was different. This wielder was similar to its former one… but not the same. This one was weaker, angrier, and without the driving hope and desire he had had before. As it lay in his hands while he took a rare break to rest his body, it took the opportunity to slip through his mind and memories.

The difference was clear almost immediately — this version of its wielder lacked love, the ever-present thoughts of his future husband absent. Well then, Xin Mo would just have to change that, to give its wielder a happy ending — and hopefully avoid its own fate of destruction.

(aka: Xin Mo transmigrates into PIDW and decides to make BingJiu canon)

What is this masterpiece and what is it doing in my ask of all places :0

I love this! I want more! The set up is SO GOOD. Xin Mo is going to drive Luo Binghe crazy... for Shen Jiu! It's great! There's nothing like a matchmaker that one can never escape from!

The fact that Xin Mo was lodged into a stone is giving me King Author vibes. Only the true wielder can pull it out of stone! And then Shen Jiu can be a pillow princess.

[More in #Xin Mo transmigrates into PIDW and decides to make BingJiu canon AU]

#svsss ideas #svsss #svsss au #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #luo binghe #scum villain's self saving system #rarepear recs #xin mo #shen jiu #Xin Mo transmigrates into PIDW and decides to make BingJiu canon AU

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geeky-politics-46 · 1 year

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Like Bunnies

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: What better way to celebrate Easter than by doing what bunnies do best?

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - dirty talk, pet names, language, costume play, slight dom/sub, slight breeding kink, fingering, reference to oral sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, inappropriate use of the names mommy & daddy, slight mommy kink if you squint.

You and Stephen had spent all afternoon painting Easter eggs with Donna. Granted you did most of the painting. Donna spent more time playing in the vegetable dye and Stephen tried to keep the mess under control. That included keeping Donna's favorite little stuffed bunny, Bunny, it's original white color by keeping it perched on his shoulder like it was a parrot. Much to her delight and admittedly your own.

He drew the line at sporting a pair of bunny ears though. Even if they matched the ones both you and Donna were wearing, and even if no one else would see it. He was much better at being carefree and silly than he used to be, but he was still stubborn in keeping up his dark appearance. Just in case anyone entered your universe unexpectedly.

The bright colored eggs looked nearly fluorescent against the Sanctum decor as they finished drying. Even though a good majority of them had ended up in varying shades of purple, Donna's favorite color because it matched her father's magic. She was a daddy's girl through and through.

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By the time he put her to bed you had changed into your pajamas and started hiding the painted eggs throughout the Sanctum. You left the bunny ears on. It just seemed right.

You were in your own little world as you went about your business and were completely oblivious to the sounds of your husband entering the living room once again. Flopping down on the couch and putting his feet up on the ottoman.

"Well now, how did a Playboy bunny sneak in here? Too bad there's no way she could be any sexier than my wife is already."

Peeking over your shoulder, you saw him smiling seductively at you. One eyebrow raised as if he was daring you to come over and respond to him. His blue eyes twinkling in the lights.

"Ha, ha, Stephen. Very funny. Are you gonna help me hide these or are you just gonna sit there and watch?"

He gestured for you to continue. Crossing his ankles. Reclining as much as he could on the settee. Resting his chin on one hand and following your figure as you moved through the room.

"Oh, I'm just gonna watch. Save my energy for other bunny activities. Especially with such a pretty little mama bunny hopping about. I will help with one thing though…"

A wide mischievous grin on his face as he snapped his fingers and your pj's magically transformed into a skin tight black satin Playboy bunny costume paired with sky-high black stiletto boots. Complete with white collar, cuffs, black satin bunny ears, and white fluffy cotton tail.

You couldn't help but start laughing, setting down the basket of dyed eggs you had been holding before walking over to the mirror to get a better look at yourself. On one hand you thought you looked absurd, but on the other you had to admit the bustier part of the costume did make your boobs look incredible. You also happened to notice that your name tag, which was pinned to one hip, simply said Mrs. Strange

So as you adjusted your ears so one was bent down a little more than the other you let your eyes lock with Stephen's through the mirror. Giving him an exaggerated wink and a wiggle of your puffy tail adorned bottom. Hearing the little entertained and excited growl that came from your husband gave you the most devious smile.

You turned on a heel and promptly started to sashay over to where Stephen sat on the couch. Adding an extra bounce in your step so your breasts would jiggle as you walked. Swinging your hips a little more when you caught his eyes trailing hungrily up and down your form.

"So these other bunny activities, the ones you are saving your energy for, that must be hutch building and carrot farming right? What else could a sweet little mama bunny, like me, and a big strong daddy bunny, like you, get up to all by ourselves?"

He took your hand in his and led you over, encouraging you to straddle his lap. Your hands coming to rest on his shoulders and his hands rubbing gently up and down your fishnet stocking clad thighs. As you went to settle yourself down in his lap you gave your tail another little wiggle, making him laugh before reaching up to squeeze the soft white puff with one hand and one of your ass cheeks with the other.

You leaned down to press a quick innocent kiss to his lips before pulling back to sit up. Checking the placement of your bunny ears while you waited for him to come up with his response.

"Well there is something else that bunnies are quite well known for, my dear. Although I feel like we could give lots of those other bunnies a run for their money with as much fun as we have. As much as we like to fuck like bunnies."

He teasingly trailed his index finger up and down you arms, dancing along the tops of your breasts before skimming down the center of your body. Feeling every curve and valley, all exaggerated and made more lush by your costume. His eyes glazed over in lust and adoration. Licking his lips in anticipation.

You hummed in pleasure and let your eyes close. Enjoying the delicate way he touched you. Even when he was rougher he always paid such careful attention to how he touched and held you. Knew just the right pressure and which buttons to press to tread the line between pain and pleasure.

You were one of the most precious things he had ever beheld, and he always treated you that way. With reverence.

"I do believe that's how we ended up with our baby bunny."

You went to stand back up so you could finish hiding the Easter eggs before Stephen could get carried away and your evening would take a turn towards the explicit. You knew it was going that way sooner or later, and you could only hold yourself back for so long too.

He stopped you in place and refused to let you off of his lap. Instead he buried his face in your cleavage, now very much on display, leaving a trail of kisses and love nips behind. Finally letting his chin rest on your sternum and looking up at you through hooded eyes.

"Maybe I wouldn't mind making a few more baby bunnies with you. At the very least I want to keep practicing like bunnies. So what do you think mama? Gonna hop up and down on my cock like a good little bunny?"

You leaned down and pressed a deep kiss to his lips. Letting your tongue lick into his mouth as your fingers began to teasingly pull at his hair at the nape of his neck. Smiling as you heard him moan into your kiss. Slowly pulling back just enough to speak, letting your nose continue to rub against his.

"I'm always your good little bunny, aren't I?"

You raised up off his lap just enough for him to put his legs down from the ottoman. Slowly you started to slide your body down his, moving to spread his legs and position yourself on your knees between them. Peeking up at him innocently through your eyelashes.

"You are always very good, and very good to me too. Which is why as much as you know I enjoy seeing you on your knees for me, that's not where I want you tonight."

You started to undo his belt and his robes. Luckily you had plenty of practice undoing all the intricate buckles and fastenings. Making quick work to get to his pants so you begin undoing them too.

"Well I just figured that really good little bunnies, especially mommy bunnies who want to take care of daddy bunnies, should help get those daddy bunny cocks ready to bounce on."

You leaned down to press a kiss in the quickly growing bulge in his pants. Nuzzling your cheek against the shaft of his erection. Looking far too innocent and utterly sinful at the same time.

"Ears, collar, and cuffs stay on darling. I would say the boots stay on too, but my sexy little bunny can probably bounce better without them. Maybe we can have some fun with them tomorrow night. Now get that cute little ass back up here on my lap right this second, you've already done quite enough to get me ready."

Again with the snap of his fingers, as you crawled back up to straddle him once more, your costume and Stephen's robes vanished. Leaving the two of you bare except for the aforementioned accessories. He growled as he felt the heat from your skin against his. Pulling you closer and stretching his fingers to feel as much of you in his grasp as possible.

"The question is, is my sweet bunny ready for me? Hmm?"

He wrapped one arm around your waist and let his other hand trail between your bodies. Bringing his fingertips to tease at your sex. Sliding them along your slit before pulling your pussy lips apart with his index and ring fingers just far enough to dip his middle finger inside you. Gathering your slick before moving his fingers back up to begin rubbing small circles on your clit.

Your eyes closed and your back arched, pushing you farther into his touch. His lips attacking your neck and chest. Your hips starting to roll forwards and backwards. Eventually lowering yourself down so his hard cock slotted directly between your wet pussy lips. Not only working to get even more direct stimulation but working to spread your arousal along Stephen's shaft, getting him nice and lubed up for you.

He let his hand that had been playing with your clit drift up to play with your nipple that wasn't already being circled with his tongue. Holding his other palm on the small of your back to help you grind against him. You could feel him smiling against your breast when he heard you whimpering softly and your fingers gripping in his hair.

"You feel so perfect baby. I will never ever get enough of you darling. Love everything about you. Such a good wife and mama. My sweet, perfect, sexy bunny."

He brought his lips up to yours and kissed you passionately. Wrapping both arms tight around you and thrusting his hips up against you. Your bodies working to mold to each other, wanting to have as much skin in contact as possible.

"Mmm, love you too Stephen. I got so lucky when I found you here. Need to feel you inside me now baby. Need to bounce on your cock like a good slutty little bunny."

He let you pull away just enough so you could reach down and position the blunt head of his leaking cock at your opening. Exhaling in relief as you started to press your hips down, feeling your cunt start to stretch around him. The intrusion of his warm hard length making you feel whole. Feeling more complete with each veiny velvety inch.

You couldn't help but smile at the blissed out expression on Stephen's face. His eyes closed and his mouth hung open. His breathing slow and deep. All the normal lines and wrinkles on his face smoothed out or softened. He was never as at peace as he was when he was inside you.

On one hand you always wanted to stay in this moment forever. This was the side of him that you fell head over heels for. All pretense of his formidable power and all the weight he carried from what he had down forgotten momentarily, this side of him was just a normal man. This was a man that you knew you were the only one to ever witness.

On the other hand you desperately needed to move. To make him feel good. To take your pleasure in him and let him take pleasure in you. You couldn't possibly stay still much longer.

So after getting a better grip on Stephen's shoulders, you slowly started to rock forwards and backwards. Hardly lifting up to start. Moving just enough to bring both of you back to focus. You were currently in the middle of the living room, and with a little one running around you two couldn't drag your romp out for too long.

Stephen's fingers were starting to dig tighter into your hips as each second passed. Urging you to keep going. The needy little huffs he gave through his nose were really what egged you on though.

"That feel good Stephen? Does my pussy feel good? Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me how you want me to ride you daddy."

A needy little groan came from the back of his throat. He knew that you already knew how good you felt and knew exactly what he wanted. The fact that you wanted him to explicitly tell you made him melt. For all his big talk you knew your big scary sorcerer had a tendency to like being a sub once you got started.

"Your pussy feels incredible, baby. You know I would spend every second of every day inside you if I could. I pretty much did before Donna. Fuck! So good."

He bit his lower lip and emitted yet another needy high pitched moan. Finally opening his pretty blue eyes to look up directly into yours. The normal clear bright blue orbs now hazy and glassy, already so lost in the pleasure you were giving him.

"Want it harder my love. Ride me harder mommy. Want to hear you bouncing on my cock. Want you to bounce so hard you knock those bunny ears off. Need it. Need to be nice and deep in your perfect cunt.”

You took his cheek in the palm of our hand, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb. Cooing at your sweet sorcerer. You had to admit that the Playboy bunny costume had made you feel kind of powerful. The idea of not just being the subject of your husband's desires, but of so many men.

"Oh baby, let me hear you ask all nice. Say please. Say 'please my sexy little bunny, hop on my cock until i cum'. Then I will gladly do whatever you want, Stephen."

You felt his hips start to gently thrust up underneath you. Your words getting him even more excited. You could practically feel him throb as he spoke.

"Please baby, my sexy little bunny. Hop on my cock until I cum. Wanna fill you up mama. Pretty please baby."

A sly grin forming on your lips as you started to lift up and down with a little more vigor. Still starting nice and easy but picking up both your speed and force. The sound of your wet cunt gripping his length and the sound of your hips coming down on him made Stephen whimper.

You leaned down to kiss him softly, stopping your movements and placing a teasing lick across his lips. Pulling back just enough to whisper against the soft swollen flesh.

"Good boy."

His hips lurched upward at the praise and you took that as your cue to really start moving. Lifting yourself up all the way to his tip and slamming yourself back down in his lap all the way. The delicious yelp that came from your sweet sorcerer's lips was nearly enough to throw you over the edge all by itself.

As you started to ride him hard and fast you felt his grip on your ass tighten. Holding onto you for dear life as you did exactly as he wanted, having made him ask so nicely for it.

The sound of skin on skin became louder in tandem with the moans that fell from both of you. Your volume increasing as you felt his tip rub up against that perfect little spongy spot on the front of your inner wall. The heat starting to build in your low belly growing as you started to lose a steady rhythm.

Chasing after your climax and rolling your hips to grind your clit against Stephen's pubic bone. You grit your teeth and dug your nails into his shoulders. Moving faster and faster. Knowing that feeling you squeeze his cock as you came would make him fall apart for you.

"Oh fuck Stephen, I'm gonna cum. Fuck up into me daddy, don't fucking stop until you feel me cum on your cock. Wanna cum so you can fill me full baby. Make me cum Stephen."

You kept doing your best to bounce up and down on him as he started thrusting up into you. His balls slapping up into your ass and your slick starting to drip down his balls. Your black satin bunny ears finally starting to inch backwards on your head.

He gave a quick slap to your ass with both hands before he tightened his arms around you and began pounding his hips up into you. The blood rushing in his ears and your sweet little whimpers were the only things he could hear. His need to bring you to climax driving him closer to his own end.

"I can tell you're close. bunny. That's it my sexy bunny. Need to cum in you mommy. You take my cock so good. Perfect bunny, perfect fucking pussy."

You felt yourself clamp down on his cock and drench him. Throwing your head back and successfully knocking your bunny ears off. Bringing one hand up to cover your mouth and muffle your own moans and screams your delicious release.

Finally letting your head fall against Stephen's shoulder burying your face in his soft warm skin. Biting at the flesh there with each aftershock. Your cunt milking him more with each burst.

His own head buried in your neck as he suddenly broke apart underneath you. Spilling inside you and filling you with his thick warm cum. His whines and pleas whispered into your ear. Slowly moving back to your lips and posessively thrusting his tongue into your mouth. Letting your kisses and your cunt battle over which one could suck his soul from his body first.

You two stayed there only a few moments. Holding each other tight and feeling both your bodies come down from their high together. You snuggled into his neck and inhaled deeply, feeling content to stay right where you were despite knowing the two of you should move from the living room to a more private space. Just in case your daughter woke up and wandered out of her room.

Without warning you felt Stephen let one arm go from your waist and gesture into the air. Just like they had vanished before, suddenly you found yourself dressed again.

Stephen was back in his robes but this time, instead if your pajamas or the Playboy bunny outfit you were wearing a short silky black robe. Clearly communicating that your husband had more plans for you yet that night.

"Come on darling, let's go to the bedroom. Why don't you take a nice hot bath while I finish hiding all those eggs? Then we can get back to our bunny activities."

With a quick kiss and swat to you ass he sent you off to prepare for what was sure to be a long and fun night. You knew you would be spending it occupied with lots more naughty bunny activities.

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The next day the three of you were piled in the large bed you shared with Stephen. Donna was contently laying across the foot of the bed coloring in the new book the Easter Bunny had brought, with her little stuffed bunny tucked under one arm, while you and Stephen were busy snuggling and sharing a bag of jelly bird eggs. He had very kindly agreed to eat all the black licorice ones that you hated.

After Stephen gave you a thank you kiss for feeding him a jelly bean Donna cleared her throat to get both of your attention. Suddenly you found her sitting up on her little knees, arms crossed and staring at you both. Bunny was staring at you both too. She was clearly doing her best to look as authoritative as possible.

"Bunny says he thinks I need a brother or sister. We love you and daddy, but we get bored and want someone else to play with. So I don’t know how we get one, but I want one."

You aren't sure whether Stephen had talked her into asking for a sibling, and the mischievous excited smile on his face was making you doubt his innocence even more. You arched an eyebrow at him suspiciously before letting out a tiny little snort, failing to contain a chuckle. You simply shook your head before answering, speaking as much to Stephen as you were to Donna.

"Does he now? Well tell Bunny that maybe your daddy and I will see what we can do about that. If all three of you are good. You, Bunny, and Daddy."

You sneakily offered your husband an extra little wink that you knew your daughter wouldn't catch. It wasn't a promise, but it was a little acknowledgement that you would think about it.

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zablife · 1 year

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Hi! I hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if you’d like to write something with this one, I’m not too late and your gif requests are still open🫶🏻

Hi Reb, tysm for the ask! I haven't written Michael much recently so this was a treat! I went for dark!Michael bc he's so perfect for that characterization. I hope you enjoy it!

I Told Them

"How? How the fuck did they know?" Michael asked, running his hands through his neatly combed hair.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, you stroked along the silk backing of his waistcoat. "Michael, I....there's something I need to tell you," you said in a trembling voice.

He turned capturing your small hands in his as his brow furrowed in confusion. "What is it?," he asked. Noticing how unsteady you looked on your feet, as though you might faint, he motioned toward a chair.

You searched the kitchen nervously, taking a seat across from your husband before clearing your throat. Michael paced to the other side of the room nervously as you collected your courage to speak.

Then finally you looked up at him, tears collecting in the corners of your eyes. "It was me," you said in a voice barely above a whisper. "I told them."

Michael stopped with a jerk and turned to face you, allowing your confession to wash over him slowly. "You fucking what?" he spat suddenly as he pressed his palms into the table, leaning forward to challenge you. You could see the rage building within him as his breath quickened.

"I told them," you repeated. With no servants bustling about, the sound of your words echoed off the tiled walls, amplifying your timid voice.

Michael's jaw clenched and his upper lip snarled with such animalistic aggression you thought he might lunge across the table at any moment. You clutched your arms tightly to your chest fearful of what he might do next.

"Was this your plan all along? Have me arrested so you could take my money?" Michael asked, walking around the long table toward you slowly.

You gulped as you shook your head. "No, of course not! I love you, Michael. I was only trying to help," you explained. The closer he drew to you, the more afraid you became.

Michael had changed in his brief time with the blinders. He was not the same boy you'd known in the village and he certainly wasn't the husband who vowed to love and cherish you. He was capable of anything, you knew that the night he came home covered in Father Hughes' blood.

Michael towered over you, a dangerous gleam in his eye as he raised you from the creaking chair by your elbow.

"They already knew about your family's involvement. It wouldn't have been long before they connected it to you. I thought if they knew the truth about the priest's past, you'd be granted clemency. Anyone who knew would surely show mercy because that man did terrible things and he deserved what he got," you rambled, hoping he would see you'd tried to be a loyal wife. No matter what he'd done, you were on his side.

His hand flew to your throat as he hissed, "If you believe one word of the shit you just said, you're dumber than I thought. They'll hang me for this!" He shook you with brutal force and you felt as though you might lose consciousness.

As he held you up against the cold iron sink for support, he inhaled a ragged breath. "Only one thing you said is true, Hughes deserved to die for what he did to me," Michael said, a distant look in his eye as the painful memories resurfaced.

The moment was not to last as his grip soon tightened painfully. Your vision went spotty from lack of oxygen and Michael leaned in to whisper, "And so do you."

#zablife ask box #Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #Michael Gray #Michael Gray fanfic #Michael Gray imagine #Michael Gray x you #Michael Gray x y/n #Michael Gray x reader #rebelwriter ❤️‍🔥

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I miss Carlandads hibii

What if the twins was born when Carlos and Lando still racing and they got 1-2 podium? I think without interferance of their PR, Jon, Rupert and Caco there’ll only be the 3rd winner on the podium

[Technically, when the twins are born Lando is racing and they do get their little stint on the podium but I love this!!! AU of the AU where Reyes and Cisca put their feet down and tell Carlos to take one more season at least. They agree that there will always be someone around who follows them to races and takes care of the kids. It’s a difficult year in its own way, but it’s worth it.]

Even before Carlos had watched Lando cross the checkered flag, he reached for the radio.

“Mis bebés ,” he rasped, his voice warbling. “My babies, where–?”

“Other garage,” came Ricky’s matter-of-fact response, and then, “Carlos! P2, P2, and–”

And Carlos laughed, exhilarated, and yelled back, “What a race! And a Carlando podium, eh?”

“Ah, you almost had him!”

“And then he made his car twice as wide," Carlos muttered in response, his annoyance all affection. "Fucker."

Once he drew abreast with Lando, they waved at each other with grins that were readily apparently through the slim visors of their helmets. Carlos felt a surge of love towards his husband, and then another surge of excitement about what this meant for them, the milestone that it was. And by the time they drew nearer the pit lane, all residual annoyance had faded entirely. And all that was left was-

A screech drew near, and then Carlos found himself scooped off the ground with a maniacal laugh. Carlos guffawed and thumped his husband's helmet. He forced himself out of Lando's arms and pressed their helmets together for a brief moment, holding each other in that adrenaline, that rush, before Carlos shoved Lando towards McLaren, and he himself ran into the waiting arms and cheers of his own team. It was a ritual they knew well by now, but one that would never fade. And it was made more special when one of them won.

Granted, Carlos preferred it when he won. He may be a married man, but he was a racing driver, too.

But once that adrenaline faded, once they had been weighed, once they found their way back to each other and took their helmets off and kissed—Carlos’ hands gentle on Lando’s cheeks, Lando’s arms tight around Carlos’ neck, lips pressed together and bodies swaying as they indulged, even after so many years, in being able to kiss openly, publicly, before cameras and spectators and peers—they locked eyes and knew they both wanted the same thing above all else.

“Your garage–?” asked Carlos, and Lando nodded. He looked around eagerly, fingers still in Carlos’. The smile which then broke across Lando’s face took Carlos’ breath away, and Carlos knew that when he looked too and saw his babies, his Charlie and Leggy, in their Nan’s arms, he too looked beyond reason, joyous beyond joy.

They rushed over, heedless of Naomi waiting patiently to interview them, and their babies beamed in recognition, their little heads dwarfed by gigantic headphones to protect their ears. Leggy, the more extroverted, immediately began pulling out of her grandmother’s hold, and Charlie just giggled and covered his face.

Carlos melted. He reached for his daughter, kissed his mother-in-law on the cheek, and then tossed Allegra up in the air. She squealed, shrieked, then covered her papá’s face with open-mouthed kisses. Beside him, Lando was just silently holding their son, breathing in his shaggy hair, looking for all the world like the most contented person. Carlos was in love. Carlos would never cease to be in love. He shifted Allegra to a hip, brought his husband and son in closer, and kissed them both.

“I love you,” Carlos whispered, and then, because he could never not say it, he kissed Lando again and murmured against his lips, “thank you.”

Lando smiled wide, kissed Allegra’s nose and pretended to bite her cheek, and that was all they could do before they were firmly navigated back to the interview with Naomi.

As was also tradition, they had their interview together. To Naomi’s credit, she didn’t quite acknowledge the twins until the very end, when she said, “and of course this is a special moment for you both. A Carlando 1-2, with your children spectating! What does this mean to you?”

Carlos opened his mouth, but before he could, Lando leaned in and said, “It means they know I’m the better driver.”

Carlos guffawed and pressed his hip against Lando’s side, trying to jostle him out of frame. Charlie giggled, his little legs kicking, and Allegra reached for her twin. Peace thus reasserted, as neither Lando nor Carlos could fight if their twins were having their “twin conferences,” as they called them, Carlos cleared his throat.

“It means,” Carlos corrected, “they get to see who we are, but not all we are. And also to me, it means they know that they can do anything.”

“So is it safe to say we’ll see a Norris-Sainz on the grid in a few years?”

Lando laughed and held Charlie protectively to his chest. “Not so loud! Contract negotiations are already underway.”

“But they can be whatever they want to be,” Carlos added, and he tried hard not to respond to the look Lando gave him: adoration, respect, desire.

In the cooldown room, it was hard to talk about anything that wasn’t the kids. Allegra had definitely had an accident: she wasn’t in the same clothes they’d sent her off in that morning. And Charlie had felt a little sticky when they cuddled him, which meant he had been given far more ice cream than either Lando or Carlos approved. It was not the most insightful cooldown room—but then, it never was even if two out of the three podium drivers weren’t parents together.

After the trophies, the anthem, the champagne, the traditional kiss hidden behind a somewhat well-placed champagne bottle, Carlos and Lando lingered longer. They sat on the top podium, pressed flush against each other, Lando’s head on Carlos’ shoulder. Carlos felt the urge to whisper praise to his husband, to stroke his side; but they were already pushing the limits of what the FIA would allow, and while Carlos was content to do so during his last season, he was not content to jeopardize the rest of Lando’s career.

But this one concession they would always demand: waiting until their babies were cleared to come up, and then they would be reunited with their babbling, perfect children. Then, as a family, they would sit back down again and…bask. In the life they had built, against the odds. In their own courage. In the love they had nurtured into verdance. And in the seeds they had sowed for the future.

“Do you regret anything?” Lando asked, suddenly. He was showing Allegra his trophy from a careful distance, making sure she didn’t try to press her mouth to it. Instead, she just looked at it so intently that it seemed to be reflected in her eyes.

Carlos swallowed hard and turned away from the overwhelming visual. He pressed Charlie to himself, keeping his head from his own, sticky body with a carefully placed towel. Charlie was dozing, not fully asleep but apparently content enough to nod off. He kissed his baby’s forehead and said, “Just not having more babies with you before I am too old.”

Lando laughed and leaned towards Carlos to catch his lips again. They lingered, the kiss long and tender, unhurried.

“You’re not that old yet,” Lando whispered, and then, his voice laced with something wonderful, “and I’m not done having babies with you, Sainz.”

And not for the first time, Carlos felt impatient for the end of his career. He had his life to begin.

#hibi writes #carlando headcanons #carlandads #not proofread!

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