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militantinremission · 2 years

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Is Roe vs Wade Just The Beginning?

I wanted to watch the effect of SCOTUS' reversal of Roe vs Wade before adding My 2 Cents to the Pool of Thought. For The Record, I FULLY SUPPORT a Woman's Right of Expression. The 14th Amendment guarantees the Right to Life, Liberty, & Due Process- protecting the Right to Privacy for ALL American Citizens. Last time I checked, that includes Women. I personally believe that overturning Roe vs Wade is a 4th Dimensional Chess Move, more than a watershed moment in Conservative Politics. The reverberation is too multifaceted.

Mainstream Media is running w/ the narrative of SCOTUS infringing on the Right of Women to choose what is best for them individually. 14 States have already moved forward w/ a Ban on All Abortions. People are pointing to a 10Yr Rape Victim in Ohio, that was forced to travel to Indiana for an Abortion. 10 is NOT a childbearing age, so why would States like Ohio force young girls to carry potentially dangerous pregnancies to Term? Meanwhile, Women have taken to The Streets Nationwide in protest of SCOTUS' decision.

As bad as the overturn of Roe vs Wade is, the LGBTQ... Community is concerned about Justice Clarence Thomas' comments; they're waiting for The Other Shoe to drop... Joe Biden's Executive Order should counter Justice Thomas' thoughts about 'Abortion Pills' & the legality of sending them across State Lines, but the subject of Gay Marriage may be revisited. I find myself pondering what else will be jeopardized by the overturn of Roe vs Wade? Right now, it feels like this was just the 1st domino.

As an Indigenous Black American, I have issues w/ Abortion. While I understand & support a Woman's Right to Choose what's best for her, I also understand that Abortion is a Weapon of Genocide in My Community. 'Planned Parenthood's' connection to Margaret Sanger CANNOT be ignored. This Woman was a staunch Anti- Black Racist & Eugenicist, that inspired Nazi Germany. For some reason, Planned Parenthood locations are more plentiful in Black Communities than White Communities; despite the Black Population being roughly 25% of the White Population Nationwide.

For the sake of convenience, I use the term 'Planned Parenthood' generically to represent Abortion Clinics in general. The Truth is, any OB-GYN can perform an abortion, & many of these 'doctors' have done cruel & irreparable harm to Black Women over the decades. I have heard my share of Horror Stories over the Years, about Black Women going in for an Abortion, & coming out Sterile, or worse. This is not to say that Women of other ethnicities don't have similar experiences; i'm just pointing out that No Other Group has been targeted to the degree that Black Women have.

When looking @ the History of Western Society, Abortion has been a tool of empowerment for Western Women. Before Roe vs Wade, Pregnancy for Women in America was a life changing experience. Many were required to give up their professional dreams, in exchange for Motherhood. More than a few of Us have Mothers that went back to School later in life; some joined their children in College. Legalized Abortion gave Women choices. Men that weren't responsible enough to use contraceptives don't really have a say in what a Woman feels, or thinks is best for her when she gets pregnant.

The whole issue of Abortion is something of a 'Grey Area' for me. I can understand & support a Woman's decision to abort. Some may not be in a position to bring a Child into The World. Some may be victims of Rape, Incest, or Molestation. The (Pro Life) notion of Adoption or Foster Care doesn't resonate as much as it did in The Past. We live in Dangerous Times, & a pregnant Woman still has The Right to decide if She wants to blindly give her Child away to a Stranger. On the flip side of this argument, Abortion IS NOT Birth Control. If Young Men & Women want to be sexually active, or even promiscuous, they should also be responsible.

Abortion should be a Health Care issue between a Woman, the potential Father, & her Doctor. The Politics of Abortion can be somewhat confusing; Pro Lifers made their choice, why can't these Women have a Right to Choose?. What is gained from harassing Women outside Clinics on possibly the Worse Day of their lives? Isn't this a form of Bullyism? During their Confirmation Hearings, Neil Gorsuch, Brett Kavanaugh, & Amy Coney Barrett ALL said that They respect Roe vs Wade as Legal Precedent or The Law of The Land. These same 3 Justices were the deciding votes in the overturn of Roe vs Wade- were all 3 Justices lying in front of The Committee?

The overturn of Roe vs Wade feels like the beginning of a bigger narrative. America is moving more & more towards Authoritarianism. Voter Restriction/ Gerrymandering, Bail Reform, Gun Control, & now Abortion, are all Hot Button Issues. The Masses are Angry, & taking to The Streets. Is this by design? It all feels like a convenient excuse for Authorities to double down on (current) Policing Protocols, as They prepare for those 'Angry Mobs'... It's pretty surreal to think that Government (Federal, State, & Local) believe that They can scare The Masses into choosing Security over Freedom of Expression. I assume that They're looking for support outside of 'The Hood'.

Even more absurd, is the Talking Point being pushed by Democratic Operatives. The notion that the only way to fight for Abortion, is to Vote Democrat in the next Election. Really? The Democratic Party is sitting in the 'Catbird Seat', & has only achieved moderate success. There are issues like Voter Repression, that can be easily handled by pointing out the language of the Voting Rights Law, but Dems have been silent. Why should we expect anything different if more Democrats were put into Office? Black America is collectively losing faith in the Democratic Party. Abortion Rights aren't enough to secure The Black Vote. We have more interest in Reparations, than Abortion.

From a Black Perspective, Abortion is not as big a deal in Our Community, as it is in White Communities. I do find it curious how (Indigenous) Black Women are depicted as 'Welfare Recipients' that make babies for a larger check; but @ the same time, Black Babies represent the largest proportion of aborted pregnancies. In fact, of the roughly 44 Million Legal Abortions performed between 1973- 2022, over 19 Million were Black Babies... This looks like genocide to me.

When We turn back The Clock to the 1970s & 1980s, We see the effect of Benign Neglect on Our Community. In the past, pregnant Black Women had Family support. By the 1980s, Black Communities were transformed into Ghettos & Slums, where Families struggled to provide for their Own Children. Abortion became an option. Planned Parenthood locations literally popped up in Black Communities, just in time for The Crack Experiment. Our Community hasn't been the same since.

Along w/ Benign Neglect & Crack Cocaine came the images of Black Women as 'Playthings'- to be used, abused, & discarded. Record Executives like Jerry Heller, Lyor Cohen, & Jimmy Iovine produced & promoted music & videos that were disrespectful of Black Womanhood & Femininity. White Television & Movie Producers depicted Black Women as unsophisticated, materialistic, & promiscuous. It started w/ referring to Black Women as 'Bitches', but overall, the language used towards Black Women warped into the THOT Culture that We see today. It didn't happen overnight. It may also explain how a traditionally conservative group, like (Indigenous) Black American Women can be associated w/ a 43% Abortion Rate.

Abortion, from a White Supremacist perspective, is a deadly serious matter. The European Population is shrinking. White Genetic Survival, is the Prime Motivation of any White Supremacist. From that angle, overturning Roe vs Wade makes sense. White Supremacists thrive on oppressing Soft Targets, & White Women have been the nearest, easiest, & softest Target for them to oppress. Overturning Abortion Rights offers these sadistic Men the opportunity to force their Women to carry pregnancies to birth; whether they want to, or not... They get to live like their Grandfathers.

-But today's Women aren't their Grandmothers.

#AWomansRight #LifeInBizarroLand #RiseOfAuthoritarianism

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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Heyo! I'm a REALLY REALLY REALLY! Big fan of angst and your works, so I have a suggestion! So like, in this au Bakugou and Y/N are aged up and they have a daughter (let's just say her name is either Katsumi or Kirumi). So, the child is 4 years old and she didn't get her quirk yet. Let's just say Bakugou got drunk when his friends dragged him to a bar and this woman decided to hit him up and let's just say he cheated- so Y/N found out because kiri just had to tell her because it wasn't manly at all for him to keep a secret and Y/N left him with his child and boom! Bad ending. Please tag me in this one tyy!

Bet.

(Changed it up the slightest bit to make Katsumi remember bc I kinda wanna do a part 2 for this)

Nobody to Blame but Yourself - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, cheating, alcohol consumption

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

You have a small, beautiful family. Your loving husband, Katsuki and your adorable daughter, 5 year old Katsumi.

Katsumi was your precious baby girl. She had Katsuki’s ash blonde hair with your silky smooth hair texture. She had your E/C eyes and Katsuki’s porcelain skin. She had Katsuki’s bravery and boldness along with your kindness and compassion. She was a perfect mix of you both.

Y/N and Katsuki have been together ever since their childhood. Their families were close and they grew up together. Katsuki always swore to protect his princess. They got together in their junior year and about 5 years after they graduated from UA high, Katsuki proposed.

—

“Be back soon, okay Suki?” You sweetly said to your husband as he got closer to the door. He pulled you in with a smile and pecked your cheek.

“Yeah, yeah Teddy Bear. I’ll probably be back sooner than you think, don’t even wanna go with those losers.” He complained with a strained face. You giggled at his expression and went on.

“Those losers have been your best friends since high school. You love them. You know you do,” you teased. “Besides, you haven’t spent some time with them in forever.”

“Yeah Y/N. I’m a husband and a dad. I don’t need to be around my friends, I need to be with my family.” He exclaimed with a playful voice.

“Well your family will still be here when you get back. Just as long as you always come back to us too.” You said with a wink.

“Always will Teddy Bear.” He said holding you tight. He held you close until you both heard the little pitter patter of feet running to the front door. You both looked down and saw your daughter in her pjs and watched as she jumped onto Katsuki.

“Be back soon daddy!” She said with a squeal. Katsumi was definitely a daddy’s girl. Her and her father were attached at the hip the second she was born. They were best friends and you loved their father-daughter dynamic.

“Katsumi, you’re supposed to be sleeping, love.” You said with a chuckled as you held her tiny hand while Katsuki picked her up in his arms.

“I wanted to say bye to daddy before he went to see uncle Kiri! And uncle Denki and uncle Sero and Auntie Mina!” She said and watched as you and Bakugou lip synced to her voice as she said the Bakusquad’s names. She laughed at her parent’s teasing as Katsuki assaulted her in kisses.

“That’s sweet baby bear. Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon. So get to bed you brat,” Bakugou said as he placed his daughter down and ruffled her hair. Others would look down on the rough treatment but you knew Katsumi never took it seriously. She always laughed and played back with Katsuki whenever he put on his ‘mean guy act.’

“M’kay.” Katsuki bent down to kiss her cheek and you followed doing the same action before Katsumi ran back off to her room. You and Katsuki said bye to each other after Katsuki gave you a loving kiss. He walked out the door to meet with his friends as he knew he was in for a long night.

It would soon shock him to see how true that statement would be.

—

The night was going well. Katsuki left around 8:30 and he said he would be back sooner than you thought so considering he was now a family man, you thought he’d be back by midnight. However, you woke up in the middle of the night and saw it was 3 in the morning...and he still wasn’t home. You were starting to get worried now.

If this was back in your earlier years of marriage, you’d say this was okay. Not great but okay, except now, Katsuki has responsibilities and promises that he vowed to keep. He should’ve been home a long time ago. Where was he? You stayed up deciding to sit and wait for him to come home and after almost 2 hours, your phone rang.

You picked it up quickly with a little bit of fear and anger sitting in your stomach. You didn’t even bother to check who it was so when you heard the voice of your husband’s best friend instead of Katsuki, you grew concerned.

“Katsuki! Where are you?!” You asked with worry as you slightly shouted into the phone.

“Hey Y/N..... It’s Kirishima. Umm...I have something to tell you.” He said with sadness detected in his voice.

“Kiri? Is everything alright? Wheres Katsuki?” You asked.

“I’m so sorry Y/N...”

Listening to the red head’s voice made your eyes pop. Your body trembled and tears began to pool in your eyes as you shook your head in denial. Katsuki loved you. You both had a daughter! A family! He would never....he wouldn’t....right? After talking to your friend for some time and getting the crucial information you needed, you made up your mind on what you had to do.

“T-Thank you, Kirishima. Goodnight.” You said into the phone with a hiccup.

“I’m sorry Y/N. You don’t deserve this. You and Katsumi....goodnight.” He said and hung up the phone. You placed it down and sat in silence for a moment. After about a minute, you broke down again and cried into your hands. You sobbed as tears flowed down your cheeks. Rivers of heartbreak and anger streamed down your face as you cried the night away.

Well..you couldn’t cry all night. Katsuki would probably be back in the morning and you had plans. You’d have to save your tears for later. You looked at the time.

4:18 a.m.

You set your alarm for 6 and went back to bed. The whole night, all you could think about was your precious baby girl. This was going to break her little heart. Instead of crying over your husband’s betrayal, you wept for your daughter’s future without her best friend. Eventually you cried yourself to sleep and the sun rose in time.

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10:00 a.m

Katsuki opened his eyes to the alarm on the nightstand. He yawned a bit before adjusting his eyes to morning light. The more he looked at the stand, the more he realized he didn’t recognize it. Nor the alarm clock. He looked around and noticed he wasn’t in his bedroom. Katsuki shot up and sat on the bed and looked down to notice he was completely undressed. He looked to the side and saw some random woman. A complete stranger who was also naked in bed with him. His heart grew rapid as his eyes grew frantic.

“No, no, no, no, no, no this can’t be happening..this can’t be happening!” Katsuki said as his hands found way to his hair as he tugged on the blonde locks. The woman next to him awoken to his shuffling and smiled up at him. She placed her hand on his bare chest and cuddled in close to him as she sighed in content.

“G’morning handsome. Had a fun night?” She teased, reminding him of his affair and unloyal actions.

“Get the fuck off me!” He said as he jumped out of bed and found his pants. He pulled them on and continued to scream. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! The hell did you do to me you fucking slut?”

“What’re you talking about? And who the fuck are you calling a slut?” The woman said with sass.

“Just tell me where I am!” Katsuki demanded.

“A hotel! You know, the hotel you dragged me to so you could get your dick wet.” She said as she sat up from the bed but still covered herself with the blanket.

“Why the fuck would I do that?!” He screamed.

“You tell me. All I know is that I saw you in that bar, you drank a hell of a lot with your friends, I came up to you and flirted with you, you flirted back, we shared a few more drinks, and you dragged me here. I mean, I consented of course but still.” The stranger explained. Bakugou shook as he looked around in a frenzy. “Anyway, round 2?”

“You fucking bitch, I have a wife!” He screamed at her as he got himself dressed.

“Heh, wow. Well when your wife leaves you after she finds out you cheated, give me a call.” The woman said as she layed back down on the bed. Katsuki seethed at her as he squinted his eyes in disgust.

“You shameless slut. Like hell I will! And Y/N’s not gonna leave me! She loves me! And I love her-“

“Sure didn’t seem like it last night~” the woman said. Bakugou had enough and blasted the bed she was on with his quirk before cussing her out and leaving her there. He quickly ran out the hotel and found his car. He hopped inside and started it as he quickly sped off home.

“Shit!” Bakugou screamed at himself. How could he do that?! How could he cheat on you?! You were his everything! You and Katsumi! His two girls were his entire world! And he betrayed the both of you by doing this. He could only hope that you wouldn’t find out. He can’t tell you what he did. He would lose you! He can’t lost you! This whole thing just has to pass over and things will be fine. Right? Well something didn’t sit right with him as he inched closer and closer to his house.

—

When the 6 o’clock alarm rang, you woke up, ready for the day to begin and the drama to unfold. You were quick to get yourself ready. Brush your teeth, shower, get dressed, a little makeup, and you packed your important belongings and your clothes. Everything else would be replaceable. You put on a pair of shoes and put the rest in the large suitcase you had.

You made a quick call to Mina, assuming she already knew what happened. You asked if you could drop Katsumi off for some time and she of course said yes. After saying ‘thank you,’ you brought all your bags into your car and went back inside to get your daughter.

You walked into your daughter’s bedroom to see her sleeping peacefully. Next to her bed, a framed picture of your once happy family. It was Katsumi’s 4th birthday and she didn’t want to spend it with anybody else except for Mommy and Daddy. Now, you were gonna have to take someone out the picture. You shook your daughter awake and watched as she opened her beautiful E/C eyes that resembled your own.

“Katsumi..hey baby, wake up.” You softly said with a reassuring smile to not alarm her. You watched as she rubbed her eyes with her tiny fist and looked up at you.

“Mommy? What’s going on?” She asked as she looked around in a daze.

“You’re gonna have a little play date at Auntie Mina and Uncle Kiri’s house. Uncle Denki and Uncle Sero will be there too! You excited?” You asked with enthusiasm to hide your pain.

“Really Mommy?!” Your daughter asked with excitement.

“Mhm! Get ready and get dressed for Mommy. They’ll be here at 8, okay?” You said rubbing your daughter’s back before she quickly jumped out of bed and into her own bathroom.

“Okay Mommy!” She said as she ran into the bathroom, turning on the sink to begin her morning routine. Some time passed and Katsumi got dressed and you went back in her room to help her dry her hair. You helped her put on her shoes and by the time they were on, Mina and Kiri were already at the door.

You opened it with a soft smile and the couple looked at you with supportive, sad eyes. “Hey guys..”

“It’s okay to be sad Y/N, we’re here for you.” Mina said. Your eyes teared up at her words but you shook your head and gave her a hug.

“Thank you, but I promise myself I wouldn’t cry. At least, not when Katsumi’s around. I gotta be strong for her. Her whole life’s about to change after all.” You sadly said as you looked down and released your hold on Mina. Your pink friend nodded before walking into the house to find Katsumi in her bedroom. You and Kirishima stayed at the door and talked a bit more.

“I’m so sorry for all of this Y/N. I should’ve been watching him more.” Kirishima said as he looked down in sorrow.

“Kiri, you shouldn’t have to watch him. He cheated and that was his choice. Your choice was being a true friend and telling me. A true man,” you joked. You both gave a little bittersweet laugh before calming down again. “Thank you so much Kirishima.”

The red head did nothing but pull you in for a tight hug. You almost cried on his shoulder before your daughter came to the both of you. “Uncle Kiri!”

You both separated and looked down at the excited 5 year old. She jumped onto her uncle and he happily held her in his arms. “Hey squirt. Ready for a day full of fun?”

“Mhm!” Katsumi replied. You all talked some more before Katsumi said her goodbye to you and went off with Kirishima and Mina. You shut the door and took a break as you allowed a few silent tears to drop. You wiped them away and went to pack your daughter’s bags. Just a few more hours and he’d be home..probably. All you knew was that you’d have to face him eventually.

Finally, you finished packing your daughter’s things and placed them in your car. You put on a jacket and waited for Katsuki to walk through the doors. Soon, this perfect little family would go crumbling to the ground.

—

Katsuki pulled into his driveway and his eyes took notice of your car still there. He smiled at the sight and quickly got out of the car. He slammed the vehicle door shut and ran to the entrance. He unlocked the door in a rush and to say he was happy to see you on the couch, still there, was an understatement.

“Y/N! Hey Teddy Bear! I am so sorry!” He said as he ran to you and sat down next to you on the couch, pulling you in for a tight hug. He was too happy to even notice your jacket and shoes that you wore.

“Katsuki, you were gone all night. Where were you?” You said in a soft voice as you placed your hand on his chest so you could face him.

“I-..I overdid it and spent the night at Kirishima’s. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, love. I was passed out the whole night.” He said and attempted to pull you in again but you pressed a hand to his chest to stop him. You couldn’t believe he was going to lie to you. Actually, now that you think about it, cheating wasn’t below him so why would lying be either?

“So why didn’t Kirishima call me? Or Mina?” You questioned. Unfortunately, you underestimated Katsuki’s quick tongue. He was a good liar, and if you hadn’t already known the truth, you’d probably believe him.

“Shitty hair’s phone died and Alien girl was asleep by the time we got back. By the time he put me in the guest bed, I knocked out so don’t asked me what happened after.” He said. Your anger and fury grew at his lies but he didn’t notice. “Look, I’m so sorry I came back so late but I can make it up to you Teddy Bear. Now would you just give me a hu-“

“SHUT! UP!” You screamed as you pushed him off of you. You stood up from the couch and Bakugou watched you in “confusion.” Bakugou felt his heart racing as he had a guess at why you were so mad but he refused to believe it.

“T-Teddy Bear, whats wrong?” He asked with shaky hands as he tried to reach out to you but you dodged all his attempts.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! You’re fucking lying to me! You’re lying to me after doing what you did! Katsuki, are you just gonna act like you don’t know what you did?! Because I know! So why don’t you?!” You screamed at him. Bakugou still couldn’t believe you knew so he tried his soft attempts once more and reached out to you again.

“Baby, please calm dow-“

“Are you fucking serious Katsuki? You’re gonna tell me to calm down?!” You laughed out in disbelief. You watched as Katsuki’s lip began to tremble and he looked down in shame. “Say it.”

“What?” He spoke softly.

“Say what you did.”

“......”

“Say it Katsuki! Tell me what you did and how you betrayed not only me but your daughter too.” You specified. It took Bakugou a second before he spoke up in a soft, quiet voice.

“I cheated on you...”

“Louder.”

“I cheated on you!” He said while standing up and facing you with tears in his eyes. “I cheated on you! Okay?! I got drunk last night and slept with someone else but baby I swear I didn’t mean it!” He said as he walked to you and tried to hold you. You once again pushed his hands away before speaking back.

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not Katsuki! You still did it!” Your voice grew dry as it began to break. Your eyes pooled with tears as you continued. “I would’ve NEVER done that to you. I wouldn’t even be CAPABLE of doing that to you Katsuki! Because I love you!”

“I love you Y/N! I swear I do!” He fought back but you retaliated.

“It doesn’t seem like it! Because you slept with someone else! You promised me you would never hurt me. You promised you would always protect me. You promised me that you loved me and only me! Not only that but you promised your daughter that you would never bring harm to her! Guess what?! You’re the reason her whole life is going to be so fucked Katsuki! Do you realize that?!” You screamed at him.

“I do, Teddy Bear, I do!” He said.

“Don’t fucking call me that Katsuki!” You said with an exasperated voice. Bakugou shook his head as he walked to you and kneeled infront of you.

“Baby, please! I’m sorry! I was drunk, it didn’t mean anything! It was a mistake but if we can forget about this I promise I’ll make it up to you!” He begged.

“Forget? Forget?! Are you insane?! I’m never gonna be able to forget any of this Katsuki. How the hell am I supposed to forget that my first friend, my first love, my first kiss, my first everything betrayed me like this! How am I supposed to forget that my husband, who I’ve known since we were fucking babies, cheated on me?! Tell me!” You said as the tears finally fell.

“I don’t know...I don’t know but I promise I can make it up to you! So please forgive me! Please stay!” He pleaded. The whole time he couldn’t let go of you. Every time you pushed him off, he just came right back.

“How am I supposed to trust that you’ll actually keep that promise?” You said softly with a sad voice. “If it wasn’t clear already, I’m not staying. We’re getting a divorce, Katsuki.”

Bakugou felt his heart shatter. He looked at you with his trembling body and shaky irises. “W-What?”

“Katsuki...you cheated. There’s no other way around it. No explanations or excuses. And you can’t even blame it on the alcohol because I’ve been blackout drunk before too and the idea of cheating on you never even crossed my mind. You have nobody to blame but yourself.” You said with a broken voice and a shrug. “We’re getting a divorce and I’m taking Katsumi with me.” You said and began to walk to the door.

Bakugou couldn’t believe what he just heard and so he got up from his knees and ran after you. He ran in front of you and held you by the shoulders. “What?! No! Baby!! Please, that’s my daughter! You can’t just take her from me, please!”

“I won’t be taking her from you,” you said and pushed his hands off your shoulders. “We can co-parent, but when she’s old enough, when Katsumi asks why we’re no longer together, I’ll be telling her the truth. So you can still see her, but when she’s ready to know, if she decides she hates you and doesn’t want to see you ever again, then you’ll have to accept it.”

At this point, Katsuki began to openly cry as he allowed his fat tears to flow down his face. Hiccups left his mouth as he shamelessly sobbed infront of you. “Y-Y/N....please don’t go. You guys are my family, you’re both my entire world..I-I love you both so much,” he said and went in to grab your hand, which you allowed. “I know I hurt you both a-and I know I fucked up, but please just give me another chance. I swear this was just a mistake, I never meant to do it. Please stay...please let me fix my mistake. I love you.”

Tears once again filled your eyes but you didn’t allow them to flow. “.....I love you too Katsuki,” at those words, Bakugou felt a bit of hope. “But I just can’t stay with you. If it was just me..I probably would give you another chance..but Katsumi is your daughter Katsuki. She’s your own flesh and blood and you betrayed her. You’re supposed to be her hero and you betrayed her like this. I just can’t trust the fact that you won’t do something like this again, and not just for my sake but for our daughter’s too. I’m sorry, but this is where we end.”

Once you said that you walked away from Bakugou, leaving him in shock. He stood there, regretting everything. Not just his mistake, but all the times where he could’ve been a better husband.

‘I should’ve held her more..I should’ve been home more...I should’ve been more for them,’ he thought until he heard the door open and slam shut. He turned to face it and looked around the now very empty house. He allowed silent tears to drip down his face and then he took a little tour of his new environment.

He walked to the master bedroom and saw all your belongings gone. He saw your closet was empty, all your shoes gone. He went into the bathroom and saw all your stuff was missing. The tears flowed faster and when he walked into his daughter’s room, it made it 10x worse.

He opened the door to the pink room and saw her bedsheets missing, all her toys gone, her closet was barren, and her bathroom was hollow. He walked back out to his little girl’s former bed and sat down. He cried on the bed and sobbed into his hands. He broke down as he thought back to your words. You were right.

‘You have nobody to blame but yourself.’

Katsuki looked up from his hands and when he did, he took notice of the picture frame that was left faced down on the night stand. He picked it up and his heart turned to dust. It couldn’t break anymore. He looked at the picture of his once happy family. His beautiful wife, his blessing of a daughter. His two girls who had a protector...that protector was supposed to be him...and he failed. He smiled at the picture but continued to cry. It was a beautiful sight but you left it behind.

He took the picture with him as he walked to his bedroom. He sat on the bed and held the frame close to his chest as he layed down on the cold mattress. Tears still freely fell as a shadow casted over his eyes. No words could be said except for a few.

“N-Nobody to blame but myself.”

@darl1ngmei

A/N: Hey Cubs! It’s been awhile since my requests have been closed AND THEY STILL ARE but the reason why I took this one was because I’ve been on a writing spree recently (I literally have 15 drafts full of different writing pieces🤣) and I rly liked this request! Please don’t start sending requests because they may just get lost. When I open up my requests, then you guys can send some because I love to satisfy! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this piece and thank you to the cub who requested this! 🧸💗

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jxtina-86 · 2 years

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Good For You

Sometimes you just have to forget everything else and focus on here and now. RomanReigns/Alexia. See here for the rest of the series/order to read.

Warning: Language/Hints of smut

Rating: MA

Lyrics are taken from Good For You by Selena Gomez

I'm on my 14 carats, I'm 14 carat Doing it up like Midas, mhm Now you say I got a touch So good, so good Make you never wanna leave So don't, so don't

“Y'know, there was a time where it was me asking you if you were ready yet,” I grumble as I make my way down the stairs and into the lounge. I frown at my wrist, my fingers still busy fixing my cufflinks.

“Funny,” Lex's voice calls out to me from the kitchen. “But I guess perfection takes time.”

“Damn right,” I chuckle as I clock myself in the mirror and pause to adjust my collar and then my cuffs once again.

A low whistle echoes through the room and I turn to see Lex leaning in the doorway, one leg crossed over the other as her eyes drag slowly up my frame.

“I thought this was your birthday celebration, not mine,” she flashes me a smile, drawing my attention to her deep red lips. “You scrub up well.”

“You too, baby girl.” It's true, her body tightly wrapped up in black lace that stops mid-thigh, exposing her beautiful legs to me, her feet bound in those shoes that make me groan inwardly. Her hair is loose, the thick waves flowing over her covered shoulders and halting just above her elbows. She raises a hand to brush a stray lock away from her face, her engagement and wedding ring glinting at me as she does.

Crooking my finger, I beckon her towards me. As soon as she's near enough, I curl my fingers around her lace-covered wrist and pull her into my arms. I let them envelop her, breathing in her perfume as she stares up at me and this time I let my groan escape as my fingers graze against the bare skin of her back.

“Y'know, I think this restaurant might also deliver...”

She laughs softly, shaking her head. “No way, big guy. You're gonna have to wait to unwrap this particular present.”

My arms squeeze her a little tighter, my head dropping down to meet hers. “You know patience was never my strong point.

Her lips meet mine with a soft sigh. “I know,” she says when she pulls back. “You think it's easy for me to say no? I mean....” She lets her words hang in the air as her hands slide up my chest, her fingers pushing my collar wide so she can grip the back of my neck.

If she has anything more to say, the words are lost as my mouth finds hers again. But despite my efforts, I'm soon watching her pick up her clutch from the couch and then letting her usher me towards the front door.

Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight Do my hair up real, real nice And syncopate my skin to your heart beating

The drive to the restaurant is quiet, Lex humming away to the radio as she gazes out of the window. As we wait for the lights to turn green, I take another opportunity to sweep my eyes over her body and wonder, as I always do, how incredible she is. Not just in the way she looks, but in her resolve and attitude.

The last few months haven't been easy. I'd be lying if I didn't feel the same disappointment she was feeling as every month came and went and she continued to be as regular as clockwork. In the back of my mind, I knew that it would be a miracle if it did happen so quickly, but that didn't stop the gut-wrenching feeling that took over every time. But since that one night when I came home to find her crying in bed, it's been tough to forget how close we came and focus on the future instead. I felt so fucking helpless. All I could do was hold her and tell her that it would be okay. I had to be the voice of reason when all I wanted to do was share in her grief and frustration. By her own admission, she's never had the traditional dream of marriage and kids and a white picket fence. But that doesn't stop her, or anyone for that matter, wanting the chance to carry a child. I suspect that now it's so close, within touching distance, that the want and the need is desperate.

And as much as I was telling her that we couldn't rush this, that we couldn't put ourselves under so much pressure, my own want and need were fighting to the surface. I wanted to stop the pain she was feeling, I wanted to show her how happy she made me just by being her. I needed her to know that as much as I wanted her to carry our child, it didn't make her any less of a woman if she couldn't. I needed her to know that I hated to see her broken like this, I wanted her to know that all I wanted in the world in that second was to make it all okay. But I couldn't. And I still can't.

The pain of those few days will always be with both of us. There isn't enough time in the world to push that completely from our minds, but between us, we can do our very best to do exactly that. It's a fine line between wallowing in the past and using it as a way to push forward, but somehow we managed it. There were moments where we'd lie in bed, sometimes together, sometimes on other sides of the country and express how it still tore at us. But that was mixed in with the more familiar, and usual banter between us. The gentle teasing, the whispered wants and desires. The pressure slowly started to ease and although it didn't ease the disappointment when she got her next period, the feeling passed as quickly as it came.

“Ro.”

I blink as her hand creeps over my thigh.

“You missed the turn.”

I glance in the rearview mirror at the retreating parking lot and then flick my eyes forward as I look for somewhere to turn around.

“Sorry,” I murmur.

She chuckles. “What were you thinking about that got you all distracted?”

“You.”

“Why do I always get the blame?” And then she's quiet for a bit. “Maybe tonight we just focus on us.”

I cast her a sideways look and she raises an eyebrow. “Your forehead crinkles when you're thinking about... everything,” she explains. “But maybe we can forget about that for one night at least.”

“Since when did you become the voice of reason?” I wonder out loud as I pull into a free space and shut the engine off.

Her hand reaches for mine. “Since you gave me a reason to be.” Her fingers slide against mine. “You're an incredible man, Ro. You've been my rock for the last month, even from the other side of the country, even with everything you have going on at work, you've always been there for me. I have no idea how you do it and you have no idea how grateful I am. But as you've told me time and time again, we can't keep focusing on what happened.”

“Lex,” I start, but she interrupts me with a squeeze of my hand.

“So we're going to focus on something else. Like celebrating your birthday for one.” Her hand slides up my arm as she shifts in her seat. “So why don't you focus on how you want your dessert...”

She pauses and I swallow hard as her eyes darken and she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth.

“And I'll focus on making sure it's just how you like it,” her voice is a husky whisper as she leans over the centre console, her other hand brushing against my thigh as she drops a chaste kiss to my lips.

“Lexi,” I mumble against her lips.

But she hushes me with a sly grin. “You don't eat your dinner, there's no dessert for you.”

I groan as she slips from my grasp, moving away to open the passenger door. “You're a tease, Lex.”

“Good things come to those who wait.”

I'm on my marquise diamonds I'm a marquise diamond Could even make that Tiffany jealous, mhm You say I give it to you hard So bad, so bad Make you never wanna leave I won't, I won't

“That was divine,” Lex tells the waiter as he removes our plates from the table.

He smiles in return. “Would you like to see the dessert menu?”

Lex's eyes turn to me, her mouth curling into a small smirk. “Please.”

“What you do that for?” I can't help but whine as the waiter moves away. “I thought we were having dessert at home?”

Under the table, Lex's leg moves against mine. She holds my gaze steadily as she reaches for her wine glass and takes a long sip.

“That's your dessert, big guy. I'm having mine right now.”

I shift uncomfortably in my seat, leaning forward to catch her free hand in mine. “We could always take it to go...”

“What and not have the pleasure of watching you squirm?” She grins back at me.

I groan and she giggles quietly as the waiter returns and hands over the menus, her gaze dropping to take in the options. I reluctantly lean back in my chair and reach for my own drink. I'm almost tempted to raise a toast to how well we're both doing at not talking about anything other than just us. As we waited to be seated, my hand was slowly caressing her exposed back, a smile tugging at my lip as she leaned back against me, her head coming to rest on my shoulder. She had gazed up at me, her eyes warm and soft, her mouth begging to be kissed. My arm curled around her waist as I held her close, my nose nestled in her hair as she let go of a small sigh.

My eyes never left her ass as we followed the waiter to a table in a secluded corner. Her hand was locked in mine, her hair swishing back and forth as we wound our way through the room. Even as we looked at the menu, my hand never left hers, my fingers grazing the diamond of her engagement ring and then the smoothness of the wedding ring and I remembered everything I swore to her on that day.

“You sulking over there?”

I glance up and meet her eye. The menu has been laid to rest and I dread to think what her decision will mean for my already twitching dick.

“Nope, just thinking about this is all gonna add up to some major revenge when we get home.”

“Revenge?” she raises an eyebrow. “When I have been nothing but-”

“A tease?”

She pouts. “I was going to say considerate.”

“Baby girl, there is nothing considerate about the way you've been carrying on all night.”

“I take offence at your insinuation.” Her voice is dangerously low, but her eyes are sparkling as she bites her lip. “I'm wearing lace, black lace in fact, which I know is your favourite because you like to peel it off my skin. And I'm wearing the heels you love me in because you say they make my legs look super long and I know that you just can't wait to have them wrapped around your waist. Oh and I wore my hair down because I know how much you like to imagine grabbing huge handfuls and wrapping it tightly around your wrist as you-”

“Are you ready to order, madam?”

I bite back the growl that's starting to rumble through my chest as Lex smiles up at him. “Yes, I will take the chocolate fondant with cream.”

“And for you, sir?”

I shake my head and offer him the menu.

“You going to continue?” I murmur when he leaves.

“Continue with what?” Lex's fingers circle the stem of her glass. “I'm pretty sure your imagination can fill in the gaps.”

“It could,” I lean forward and reach out to push her hair behind her ear before letting my fingers trail over her lace-clad arm. “But I know that talking about it does something to you, Lexi... And you said that you'd be focusing on making sure my dessert was just right. And I want it extra wet...”

Her breath hitches as I graze my finger along her forearm.

“I wanna run my finger between your legs and feel your panties sticking to your pussy, baby girl.”

She holds my gaze, her mouth a small O as her cheeks flush. And then a smirk tugs at her lips.

“Who says I'm wearing any panties?”

My other hand clenches into a fist as I search her face for any signs to confirm or deny her statement.

“I never thought I'd say this, but you'd better be wearing panties because-”

“Because what?”

“Because otherwise, you'll be in trouble.”

She grins. “I like trouble.”

“I know,” I groan.

“So if I am in trouble, what you gonna do?” she taunts with a grin, before leaning forward to whisper. “Don't hold back Ro, you want me extra wet, remember?”

I'm about to open my mouth to reply when the waiter rematerialises with Lex's dessert.

“I'm waiting,” she reminds me as she slices through the fondant with her spoon, the chocolate inside slowly escaping to mix with the cream.

My mouth feels dry as I watch her raise the spoon to her mouth, her eyes locked with mine as she wraps her lips around the utensil. A soft murmur of appreciation drifts towards me as her eyes flutter closed for a second.

“Damn, that's good.”

Her foot is sliding against my leg again as she goes back for a second slice. And fuck, I can barely remember my own name let alone what she's waiting for me to say. I'm too entranced watching her devour a damn dessert and fighting to keep my hands to myself because all I want to do right now is drag her to somewhere far more private than this corner and make her scream my name.

“Cat got your tongue?” Her eyes dance wildly as she observes my tense jaw and clenched fist. “Oh, Roman, sometimes I think you're all mouth and no action. I asked you what kind of trouble I'd be in if I wasn't wearing panties. And you were about to give me an answer. So tell me. Tell me what you're going to do to me.”

I wet my lips with my tongue as she goads me gently.

“I mean, judging by my past experience of when I've been in trouble with you, you're all about the denial. You push and push me right until the edge and then,” she pauses to lick the chocolate from the back of the spoon. “You just leave me hanging. Can you imagine if I did that to you? If I was on my knees, my mouth stretched around your dick and just as you were on the brink, I pulled away and denied you? And you call me a tease?”

She shakes her head. “You're the tease, Ro. You're the worst tease of them all.”

“Lexi.” My voice is gravely and she looks at me questioningly. “You really think I'd want to deny myself the pleasure of watching you come undone? No way. Tonight, I'm going to make you cum until you're begging me to stop. I'm going to fuck you every which way until you have no idea if you're on your back, your front, your side, on your knees or on your feet. Trust me, baby girl, tonight I'm going to be all mouth and all action.”

I lean back and watch as her hand trembles ever so slightly as she raises the spoon one last time. Her cheeks are flushed as she tugs the spoon from her lips and lowers it back to the plate. I let her contemplate her next move, watching with interest as she shuffles in her seat and dabs at her lips with the napkin.

“That's mighty generous of you, Ro. I would have thought that you'd want me to be all mouth and all action.”

I give her a smug smile, reaching forward to cup her cheek, my thumb falling to graze her bottom lip. “Why do you think I want you on your knees, baby girl?”

A small whimper floats through the air and I chuckle softly before raising my head to look for the waiter.

“I... I'm going to use the ladies,” Lex murmurs, her bottom lip slipping from my grasp as she speaks. “I'll meet you out front?”

I nod as she gets to her feet and my eyes yet again fall to her delicious looking ass as she walks away from me. Fuck... How the hell am I going to make it home without pulling over and tugging her onto my lap?

“Sir?”

“The check, please.”

“Your wife, she has taken care of it.”

I glance up at him and then towards the direction that Lex disappeared in. She's no longer there and I wonder how long I've been staring aimlessly into space, my thoughts completely elsewhere. The waiter is still hovering, so I clear my throat.

“Right, thank you.”

He nods and walks away as I slowly rise and start to make my way towards the exit. Lex is nowhere to be found in the lobby area of the restaurant so I head outside.

“There you are.”

I turn to see her leaning against the wall, ankles and arms crossed as her eyes glint in the half-light.

“I was attempting to pay.”

“And I beat you to it. Your birthday, remember?” she pushes off the wall and steps closer to me. Her arms circle my waist and I feel her push something into my pocket. “Come on.”

She reaches up to press her lips to mine before she moves away, her heels clicking on the concrete as she heads towards the car. I turn to follow, my hand moving to my pocket.

I swallow hard as my fingers find lace. Damp lace.

'Cause I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh Let me show you how proud I am to be yours Leave this dress a mess on the floor And still look good for you, good for you, uh-huh My fingers are already pushing Lex's hair away from her neck as she fumbles with the key in the lock. I touch bare skin, a thin strip between her hairline and the lace neck of her dress and I lower my mouth to brush barely-there kisses against it. She whines my name as the door finally gives way and I can push her inside.

“Upstairs. Now,” I growl in her ear as she attempts to move away towards the kitchen. My hands fall to her hips, tugging her with me as I approach the stairs.

“So needy,” she giggles, the sound fading into a gasp as my hand slaps against her ass. She tosses me a look over her shoulder and I point towards the stairs. “Fine, fine...”

I pause at the bottom, watching her take the first few steps alone. Her calves flex as she moves and I have to fight back a groan that's threatening to give me away.

“You coming?” she calls, turning as the stairs curve. And then she grins. “Kind of reminds me of that time I sat here and you crawled up these stairs to me.”

I never need a reason to remember that particular moment in our long history together. Has it been that long? We spent hours christening every room in this house and yet I could do it all over again in an instance. That's how fucking bad I still want and need her.

“Baby girl,” I finally exhale. “You know damn well, I ain't gonna be the one doing any crawling tonight.”

She chews her lip thoughtfully. “And what makes me think I'm going to crawl for you?”

I chuckle deeply as I climb the steps towards her. “You want this dick, you gotta crawl for it.”

She leans against the wall, one foot resting on the next step up. I'm eye-level with her now, close enough to see her eyes are dark and stormy, close enough to see her chest is rising and falling in shallow breathes, close enough to see her thighs tense as I let a smirk spread across my lips.

“You okay, baby girl?”

“Fine,” her voice is shaky as I close the gap between us, my hands finding her hips once again, pulling her from the wall and against my chest.

“Cat got your tongue?” I grin as I brush my nose against her flushed cheek.

“Asshole,” she mutters, but she greets my mouth with heated eagerness. We stumble up the final few stairs, her lips never leaving mine as I back her against the wall once again, inches from our bedroom door.

But there is no way I'm taking her here and now, not like this, not here. In the car on the way back from the restaurant, I had ample time to think up exactly how I want to unwrap my present. And there is no way I'm letting her change my mind. Her hands are already tearing at my jacket, my shirt. I let her for a moment, kicking away the former as it falls to the floor.

“Stop.”

She pulls back with a frown.

“My birthday, Lexi. I want it my way. Bedroom. Now.”

She slips from my grasp. “And what way would that be?”

“You'll find out.” I cast my eye around the bedroom as we enter, my gaze finally falling on the plush chair in the corner of the room.

I drag it from its current position, angling it just right before I take a seat. Lex eyes me from her stance at the foot of the bed.

“Thought you wanted to unwrap me?”

“I do, just not yet.”

She raises an eyebrow, realisation crossing her face, along with a small smirk. Walking towards me, she glances over her shoulder and then back at me.

“Really?”

I nod. “You'll see why.”

“I can see exactly why already,” she grins. “You're a bad man, Mr Reigns.”

I groan as she slowly sinks to her knees, her hands easing the tight skirt of her dress higher. Her eyes never leave mine as she shifts her legs a little wider and painstakingly slow, starts to make her way towards me on her hands and knees. In the background, I can see her ass bobbing in the air but I can't seem to tear my eyes away from hers. But suddenly she offers me a way out, her head dipping low for a split second and in that second I stare at the mirror behind her, groaning as I take in the sight of her tanned legs, her tight thighs and...

“And you're a bad girl,” I exhale slowly. “Fuck, Lex...”

With the skirt of her dress pushed high, the material has risen up over her ass, revealing bare, glistening skin. This was never my intention, but fuck, it's a welcome consequence of my request and position. My dick is throbbing at the sight and I'm so caught up in watching her wet pussy tease me in the mirror that I almost jump when Lex's hands come to rest on my knees.

I tear my eyes away and stare down at her, taking in the devilish grin and lust-filled eyes that greet me.

“You wanted me to crawl...” she whispers huskily. Her hands slide up my thighs towards my belt buckle, the metal and leather echoing around the room as she deftly unfastens them and then moves to the button and zipper of my pants.

I lift my hips for her as she slides them to my ankles, hissing as she scrapes her nails over my thighs on her return. She pushes my shirt a little higher, rising herself so she can press kisses to my newly exposed abs. Her hair falls forward, tickling my thighs and stomach as her fingers slip inside the waistband of my boxers. Pulling back slightly, she slowly tugs them away. A harsh groan leaves my mouth as my painfully hard dick springs free, the tip hitting her lips in the process. She grins up at me, her hand wrapping around my length as I lift my hips once again and help her rid me of my boxers.

She pushes my dick towards me, lowering her mouth to the underside, her tongue wet and warm as she licks from base to tip in one long, steady motion. She presses her lips to the tip once again, letting it part them ever so slightly and I hiss as the tip of her tongue slides against the slit. Her hand circles me once more, her grip firm as she takes just the head into her mouth, her tongue taking its time to explore and familiarise.

Lex pulls back for a second and I watch fascinated as a thin string of saliva hangs between her bottom lip and the tip of my dick. Her tongue darts out to break the join and I grunt as her fist tightens around my length as she licks from base to tip once again. Only this time, her lips part easily and I slip further into her welcoming mouth.

“Lexi...”

I can feel her lips stretch into a smile as she takes more of my dick, her lips soon stretching to accommodate me as I feel her tongue flatten against the underside of my length. She lets me slip out for a second, catching her breath before she takes me back in, her tongue desperately covering every inch of me as I slowly sink further and further in, cursing loudly as I feel the tip scrape the back of her throat.

I fight to keep my vision clear as I stare down at her, watching how her eyes flicker closed, her nostrils flaring slightly as she breathes around me. Reaching down I brush the hair from her face, pushing it back over her shoulders and away from her forehead. My fingers tangle in the loose waves as my hand comes to rest on the back of her head, my hold gentle as her eyes flash open.

“Fuck, baby girl, you have no idea how– Shit...”

She swallows around me and I'm straining to keep my hips still, struggling to keep it together as she starts to bob her head back and forth. I glance up at the mirror and instantly look away because if I carry on looking, I'm gonna cum right now and I'm desperate to make this last a little longer. Her legs are spread out beneath her and I can still see a hint of her bare ass as her head rises and falls on my dick.

My hand curls around her hair tightly as she ups her speed, my own head rocking backwards with a loud groan.

“Jesus, Lex... That's it, take my fucking dick...” My head snaps forward once again as I watch her plump red lips move back and forth, her nose brushing against my skin as she takes me all the way in.

Something cold brushes against my thigh and I jerkily grope for it, my fingers finding my phone which must have slipped out of my pocket when I sat down. A sly grin crosses my face as I carefully tug it free and swipe my thumb across the screen. Suddenly Lex appears both in front of me and through the camera lens, my eyes flickering between the same image before me.

“Baby girl,” I groan. “I gotta remember this...”

Her eyes flick open and up at the exact moment I hit the button, the image of her lips around my dick forever captured in digital form. She rolls her eyes at me as I raise the camera again, this time catching her just as she pulls back, my hand firmly gripping the back of her head as she takes a deep breath.

“Why don't you just film it?” she gasps.

I raise an eyebrow. “Really?”

She flashes me a grin. “Happy birthday, big guy.”

A growl tears through me as she takes me back into her mouth in go and I struggle with what to concentrate on, desperately fumbling to pick the right setting on my phone as my fingers dig deeper into the back of her head as she moans around me. My hand shakes as I try to focus on capturing every second of this moment, darting up to the mirror for a split second before I drop the lens back to stay on Lex and her torturous mouth.

“Lex... I'm...”

Her hands grip my thighs as I take control of her movements, my hand forcing her mouth up and down my length, her moans vibrating over my length as I tumble into my release with a shout. She swallows around me, easing me from her lips as she does, coaxing me dry with her hand as she licks me clean. My thumb halts the video clicks off my phone as I toss it to one side to pull her upright.

“You have no idea how fucking hot you look when you do that,” I murmur against her throat, my hands sinking to her thighs and bunched up dress. “But you know, you look even hotter when you're thrashing around on my mouth...”

I rise and turn her around, my fingers finding the small buttons at the back of her neck. Plucking them open, I reach down and slowly pull the dress up and over her head, revealing her naked body beneath. Tossing the dress aside, I smooth her hair with both hands, cupping her face as I lean down to kiss her. My hands push her hair back over her shoulders before sliding down to cup her breasts, my fingers twisting her already hard nipples, feeling her jerk against me.

I slip one hand around her waist, urging her to arch backwards as my mouth trails wet kisses down her throat to her breast, my tongue circling her nipple as I tweak the other again between my fingers. Her own fingers are lacing their way through my hair, tugging the band free as I move to her other breast and wet it with my tongue.

Easing her down into the chair, I step back and rid myself of my pants and boxers around my ankles and finally shed my shirt as well. Sinking to my knees, I push her legs apart and pull her to the edge of the chair. Her eyes are cloudy as they stare down at me in anticipation.

“Eyes over there,” I murmur, nodding behind me to the mirror. “I want you to watch how much I love my dessert...”

A soft moan drifts through the air as I press open-mouthed kisses to her inner thigh, slowly working my way towards my ultimate prize. I nudge her legs even wider as I approach, watching out of the corner of my eye as she stretches open before me. Her scent is intoxicating, her wetness glistening as I brush my nose across the small strip of hair just above her core and work my way down the opposite thigh.

“Ro...”

“I'm a tease, remember?”

A hand curls around my hair and forces my face up. “Please?”

Her eyes are full of want, her lips plump and swollen from earlier. Her breasts rise and fall as her breathing changes rapidly. And I'm left wondering how I could ever say no to her.

“Ssh, baby girl. You know I got you.”

A lazy smile crosses her face as she watches me work my way back towards her centre and I raise my eyebrows at her. With a small frown, she raises her eyes, but I continue to watch her face as I slide a finger across her slick entrance. Her eyes widen at the sensation and I grin to myself as I lower my own gaze to the task at hand.

My finger slips inside her with ease, the sound of her slickness music to my ears, along with the hum that ripples through her body. Leaning forward, I trace my tongue around her entrance, groaning wantonly as I get my first taste tonight. She's exquisite as always, a taste that's uniquely hers and the only taste I could ever want. Twisting my finger inside her, I seek out the spongy spot inside her, gently pressing the pad of my finger against it as I continue to lick my way up to her clit. She bucks against me, her breathing heavy and laboured as she gasps out my name.

Flicking my eyes back up at her face, I watch her head roll back for a second, her eyes half-lidded as she struggles to keep watching her own reaction in the mirror behind me.

“Like what you see?” I murmur.

“Mmm... Ro...”

But I don't even need to ask, I don't even need to look at her, I can tell just by the way her pussy clamps down on my single finger, yet I can still move it with ease as it becomes coated in her juices. I push another finger inside her, listening to her whimper above me as I shift closer once again and breathe heavily over her clit. She flinches and then bucks her hips again, forcing me to curl my arm around her waist and press her back down into the chair.

But her thighs can still move and as I close my lips around her clit, they shift to my shoulders, tight in their grip. I can feel the heel of her shoe scrape against my back and I thank God that my back is mostly covered in the ring. The marks she leaves on my skin are most definitely not within the PG realm. I suck harder on her clit, feeling her pussy tighten around my fingers again as I continue to work them in and out of her.

I know what she needs to get off and as much as I can get her there with my fingers, I know that for the optimum effect, my hands need to be elsewhere. But I fuck her with them a little longer, pumping in long, hard strokes as my tongue flicks over her clit again and again until her thighs have a death-grip on my neck. Pulling my fingers from her, I grapple with her thighs, pulling them from my neck and forcing her legs wide again.

She gasps above me, my name an echo amid her moans as I lower my mouth to her entrance for a moment, my tongue lapping at her leaking juices before I tug at her clit with my lips once again, my teeth grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves as she howls and thrashes above me. Both hands are in my hair now, as she holds me to her, her body arching as she screams.

I lick her clean as she did to me moments before, my hands gently soothing her thighs as I do. Reaching up to her hips I slowly ease her to her feet, pressing kisses to her stomach as I rise myself. Grazing my cheek against hers, my hands curl around her wrists and I slowly take a step backwards, pulling her with me.

“I'm not done with you yet,” I murmur as I turn her around to face the mirror. Nudging her closer, I push her hands to the wall on either side of the frame. My foot urges her to widen her stance as she leans forward, her hair falling over her face. Sweeping it back over her shoulders with one hand, I curl it around my fist and gently tug her head back up so she can look at me through the mirror.

“I want you to see what I see every time we fuck, baby girl.”

She swallows with a nod as I drop my own gaze to my dick. Reaching between her legs, I sink my fingers inside her once again, coating them with her juices once again before I rub them over my dick and fist it slowly, letting out a husky groan as I spread her essence on me. Looking back up, I can see her watching me.

“You're beautiful, Lexi. You're a goddamn goddess, you know that?” I whisper as I line my dick up with her entrance and slowly ease myself inside her.

A sharp gasp fills the air as she stretches to accommodate me, her body threatening to double-over as I do. I curl an arm around her waist to keep her steady as her hands slip slightly on the wall.

“Ro... I... My legs...”

“I got you, I won't let you fall.”

She nods in reply, her eyes still on mine via the mirror as I slowly start to thrust in and out of her. I keep her close, my hips the only part of me moving as I rock her head to one side with my hand still in her hair and lower my lips to her throat.

“Fuck, Lex... You feel incredible... And you look... Shit, baby girl, you look fucking hot...”

I drop the hand from her hair, reaching for her breast instead, my fingers pinching her nipple sharply, grinning at her as she bucks back against my hips. I do it again, relishing in her response each time, my own hips driving forward to meet hers as she pushes back on me.

Checking her arms aren't about to give way, I ease back from her body, still rocking my hips against her. My eyes drop to the small space between us as I drop my hand from her waist to her ass and squeeze hard. Her back arches and I chuckle lowly, making her hiss in response.

“Like that, Lexi? You want more?”

She nods. “Yes... Aw, fuck, Ro...”

My hand connects with her ass with a loud smack and she jerks back on my dick once again. Throwing caution into the wind, I let go of her waist and reach for her hair again, bundling thick locks into my fist and pulling her back until her whole body starts to arch. She whimpers at me, her eyes unfocused as I slap her ass again and the whimper turns into a hiss which slowly escalates to a moan.

“Harder...”

My hand hits her backside once again, the skin rippling on contact as I pull her back harder and slam into her with renewed force.

“Shit... Ro... I'm so fucking close.”

I grin at her through the mirror, my hand sliding over her waist and between her legs once again. Her head tries to drop forward as I rub her clit with my forefinger, but my hold is tight and I pull her back to me, thrusting up into her as I whisper in her ear.

“Watch yourself, Lex. Watch as you cum...” My own breath is started to become ragged as I feel her tense around my length. “That's it, take it, go on, cum on my dick...”

Her eyes flicker closed but I slide my fingers hard over her clit and she opens them with a start, her mouth dropping open as a moan escapes her and she starts to shake against me.

“Ro... I... FUCK!”

I coax her through it, my finger soft on her clit as she trembles in my arms and threatens to collapse completely.

“Lexi...” I groan against her neck in between soft kisses. “I'm close too, but I want... I want you on top of me.”

She nods, her hair sticking to her skin as I slowly ease out of her and pull her to the floor with me. Flipping onto my back, I face away from the mirror, still wanting her to have the perfect view of what she's giving me tonight. I pull her on top of me, nudging her off her knees with a sly smile.

“Bounce on me, baby girl...”

I ease my hands under her thighs to hold her up as she slowly lowers herself onto my dick. Her head rocks back for a second, her nails scraping over my stomach as she tries to steady herself. I grip her thighs tighter, helping her move up and down as her head rocks forward again and her eyes find her reflection in the mirror.

“Shit.”

It's barely a whisper, but I know what she can see. Because it's what I can see. Her pussy slicking up my dick as she rides me, her legs spread wide as she slides down to the hilt and then back up until only the tip remains inside her.

“Lex... You carry on like that, I'm not gonna last much longer,” I grunt as she slowly moves her hips in a circle, grinding down on me as I dig my fingers into her thighs.

“That's the plan, big guy... That's what you wanted, right? To have me ride you like this until you cum? Fuck...”

I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting to control the feeling in the pit of my stomach. “You gonna cum again too, Lexi?”

“Aw, shit, Ro...”

I open my eyes to see her move one hand between her legs, her fingers rubbing fast circles on her clit as she grinds down furiously on my length.

“Jesus... Lex...”

Her name slips from my lips over and over again as I pulse inside her, my head feeling like it's about to explode as I feel her grip me tightly as her howl echoes around the room. Her legs finally give way as she collapses on top of me.

Her hands slip to her feet and she kicks off her heels, sighing softly as she nuzzles against my neck. I can feel our joint essence slipping along her thigh as she rests against me, but I haven't got the strength to move, let alone move her as well. So we lie in silence, catching our breath as I slowly push her hair from her face and cup her cheek.

“You're amazing.”

She smiles, her eyes closed. “You too.”

“No, Lex, listen to you me. You're astounding,” I kiss her forehead. “I really... I really don't know how you do it. You tell me that I've been your rock, but you're stronger than you realise. There is no way I could have made it through the last month if it wasn't for you. You are my rock, Lex.”

She opens her eyes and they shine up at me.

“Hey, don't... Don't cry,” I hastily beg. “I didn't mean to make you cry, Lex. I know you wanted to just focus on us tonight, I wasn't trying to bring up what happened... Fuck...”

“I'm not crying,” she whispers. “I just... I love you, Ro.”

I smile softly. “Love you too.”

“I just wanted to give you a birthday to remember, that's all.”

A low chuckle rumbles through my chest. “No way I'm forgetting this in a hurry.”

She frowns and then groans. “You have to delete those photos. And that video.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because I know what you're like with that phone, you leave it everywhere and who knows who might get hold of it.”

“It's password-protected.”

“I don't care, delete them.”

I groan and pull her face to mine. “You really think I want to share things like that? That stuff stays strictly between you and me.”

“Delete them,” she repeats against my lips and I reluctantly agree.

“Only if you look at them first...”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to see what I see,” I tell her.

“And what's that?”

“The most amazing woman in the world. A woman who'd do anything for me. From giving herself to me for my birthday to being my rock through thick and thin.” I brush my lips across hers again. “You're too good to me, baby girl.”

“I do my best,” she shrugs, but I'm not going to let her off that easily.

“You are,” I repeat insistently. “You've always got me, Lex. And I can never thank you enough for that.”

She's quiet as she meets my eye. “Ro...”

I brush my fingers under her eyes, the tears finally giving way. “We've got plenty of time for everything else, Lex. But right now, we've got us. And we'll always have us.”

“Us,” she murmurs against me. “Always.”

“Always.”

Fin x

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heresathreebee · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 12 FORMAL WEAR/ BODY WORSHIP

Dewey Finn x Reader smut

Tags: 18+ | 1.7k words | you're engaged, small angst, bad joke, self consciousness, male body worship, so many kisses guys, lipstick smears, unprotected sex, pulling out

AN: I fucking got so far into this and said “WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T I DO BEETLEJUICE FOR THIS”

You never expected to see the day. Dewey Finn in shorts made for a child's uniform? Sure. Dewey Finn in a band t-shirt and old jeans? Duh. You had accepted his engagement proposal fully aware that he would probably meet you at the altar in a zipper hoodie and sneakers.

And yet here he is before your very eyes at a fancy dinner to celebrate Ms. Mullins' award in genuine black tie wear. Every time you look away from him, you feel like you simply imagined it, but then you turn back and see him and he's actually wearing a nice, fitted black and white suit and tie.

"Are you ok?" Dewey tried to measure your temperature by putting the back of his hand to your forehead, smiling. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

You chirp, "Have you seen what you're wearing? I think hell is freezing over."

You gesture with your glass of wine at his attire and he smirks. "Ooooh, your original home is cold! Do you want my jacket, babe?"

"Fuuuuck yooouuu, Finn," you stage-whisper.

Dewey spreads his arms out wide. "You are more than welcome to! You put a ring on it after all."

Someone cleared their throat and you jumped– caught under the watchful eye of Rose Mullins herself. You sputtered an apology and dragged Dewey over to Ned Schneebly so he would have someone to keep him somewhat appropriate while you talk to other teachers from your school.

A couple hours later you overhear a tipsy conversation they're having. "I can't believe you wore an actual suit! It looks good on you, man."

Dewey blew a raspberry. "Come on, this is so not me, Ned! I mean look at me, man– I used to be somebody. A rockstar on the rise and now I'm in a real relationship with a teaching gig and soon to be married.

"Can you imagine? Me! Married! I'm falling apart," you hear him say.

Ned scoffs loudly. "What are you talking about, man? You've got so much good going on!"

"I know, it's crazy!"

You're… well, you're not sure how to interpret Dewey's revelations. And you had your back to each other so he probably doesn't even know you heard him. The more you get to thinking about it the more angry and nervous you become.

Did Dewey not want to be marrying you? But he asked!

Was it just out of obligation? Was he just afraid that if he didn't, you would leave him? You thought he loved you and his job but it sounded like he was complaining…

You let it boil and simmer for the rest of the night, ignoring him when he asked you questions and not responding to his attempts to joke around. You made him drive so you could attempt to sleep and see if that made you feel better, but all it did was give you a nightmare about being 50 and miserably married.

"Hey," Dewey pokes you in the ribs after you both got out of the car, "what's gotten into you?"

You ignored him all the way up to your bedroom while he fired off at the mouth as per usual. By the time you reached the bedroom he had exhausted his supply of gags and called your name worriedly.

"Hey, seriously: what's wrong?"

You plop yourself on the end of the bed to take your shoes off, clearly pouting despite your efforts. "Nothing."

Dewey hums. "Oh it's nothing, that's why you've been avoiding me all night."

"Just drop it, Dew, I'm not in the mood."

"I can't!" You glare at him and he flounders around for words until: "babe if I leave it, you're not going to want to talk about it at all, and then the next time we have an argument, it's gonna come back with a vengeance."

… ok, so you did do that once or twice before…

Dewey waited. “Ok? What did you hear?”

You sigh and flop your head on your pillows, earrings in hand and feet aching. "I just… I heard you…"

“Marriage isn’t you.” You glared at him. ‘You told Ned marriage wasn’t ‘you.’ So what, I’m a burden now?”

“H-wha-hat?,” Dewey laughed, “what are you talking about? AAAH–”

Dewey ducked as a shoe flew at him. “What? What??”

“Dewey Finn, if you don’t want to marry me, why did you freaking propose?”

All of the goofiness was sapped out of the air. Dewey’s face dropped and he really looked at you now. He sighed and kicked his shoes off and sat on your side of the bed, somber.

“I don’t know how to tell you I love you more than I already have,” he starts, then back peddles. “What I mean is… babe, what you heard was just a joke.”

He looks to you and freezes under your deeply unamused stare. “Uh… Ned didn’t find it funny either, soooo I guess you could say it was in pretty poor taste.

“Listen babe,” Dewey scoots closer and takes your hand. “You’re on the right track: if I didn’t want to marry you, I wouldn’t be! But I am so, you know, I do! I love you, babe, honestly.”

He turns his head and gives you big puppy dog eyes. “I just… I just…”

Being cute was easier than being real. Dewey plants fat, wet kisses on the back of your hand. He sighs and makes you scoot over to lay down on the bed next to you. “I don’t know why I… I guess I just never imagined anybody would want to shackle themselves to a guy who looks like me. Or even the other way around– I never imagined I’d be the type of guy to settle down, you know?”

You hadn't considered it before. Sometimes people who rail against 'the institution of marriage' are also people who never got the chance to believe they could love or be loved that way… hang on–

A thought interrupted you– "I thought you said 'who could love a guy like me.' What's this about 'who could love a guy who looks like me' business?"

You look at him for an answer and he raises an eyebrow at you. He thinks you're not serious but when you don't back track he scoffs. Dewey shows you what he means by patting his belly firmly and making it jiggle.

"I guess I didn't realize you were self conscious about that," you wondered aloud.

"I am not," he pouts. "I'm fat, that's all. Nobody wants a fat guy if they can help it or– or do better."

You shrug. "Ok so you're fat– it's not a bad word. It doesn't have to be a bad word. And I can assure you, this?" You pat his stomach. "This is very good to me."

That's how you end up with him trembling that night, hands balled into fists at his side trying to obey your no touch command and covered in hickeys and love bites.

It took an hour to undress him fully because for every piece of cloth you removed from his body you showered him in kisses and praise, announcing all your favorite things about him. He felt silly when you were fiddling with his bowtie, but his arousal skyrocketed with every brush of your hand over what piece you would take next and what you would say next.

It was embarrassing. It was sexy. And it filled him to the brim with warmth at how passionate you are about him and his body. It's not a 'despite your flaws' kind of love, it's included.

He's laying on his back and naked when you finally come back to worshipping his belly. His hard member is so close but you ignore it in favor of peppering his pooch with refreshed lipstick. Dewey has to put his hands up by his head to stop himself from stopping you.

It's like it stings. It stings to have anyone openly notice his stomach but to know you do it out of love, your own arousal and interest, that sting is accompanied by a deep pleasure.

"Please, please," Dewey swallows, "stop teasing, baby, please."

"Since you asked so nicely…"

You were planning to suck his dick but you're dripping and you need him just as much as he needs you right now. You fit your thighs on the outside of his, almost getting bucked off balance as he realizes oh shit, you're really done teasing and you sink down onto him with a gratuitous sigh.

When your hips are pressed flush together, Dewey rocks his to feel something– anything. It's like you were made for each other. He's not going to last and frankly neither are you. His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass and push and pull to get you to work.

"Come on baby," he says. "It's all yours. Take it."

God he looks like a dream. You start to ride him at a steady pace and watch his eyes flutter for a moment. His hair's a fluffy mess, lip swollen from being bitten, stomach arms and chest littered with lipstick marks. It's not long before he's glistening with sweat and his hips are meeting yours to push you both closer to the edge.

"M close," you grip his shoulders and ride him harder, "fuck! Dewey."

"Almost…" Your fiancée catches your hips in a bruising grip to gain back some of the control. He knows when you come you'll slam back down and he'll have no choice but to come inside you. He pulls you towards him, making you bend and he captures a nipple in his mouth and drives his hips up, up, up until he feels you clamp down with a scream.

You're too much and he barely pulls out before he's coming too. His pearly ejaculate paints your lower lips, your ass, and the last of it paints his own stomach.

You're panting together in the moonlight, hugging each other fiercely to try and make the moment last just a little longer. In this crazy, fucked up world you managed to find your person and god help the world you should ever be parted again.

#three bees reading #dewey finn x reader #smut #kinktober #dewey finn #alex brightman #💛❤🖤

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vannybarber · 3 years

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Put Some Respect On My Name!

Summary: As a wife and a mother to the kids of this asshole, respect is the one thing you better be recieving from him...after some good 🍆 of course. That's number one right there.😏

Ransom Drysdale x Black Reader

BIG ASS PLOT

Words: 5.3k

Warnings: Pregnant¡Reader, swearing, insults, angst, mentions of cheating, SMUT, breeding kink, spanking, oral (female receiving), praise kink, unprotected sex, mentions of religion, threats of violence (nothing extreme).

So here your are. Sitting on you and Ransom's shared California King bed looking at his friend, Derek's Instagram story, disappointed and angry. But mostly angry. Some nasty ass trick is sitting on your baby daddy's lap. Her loppy floppy tits out with a drink in hand and him drinking a Moscato, the one beverage he loved to order everytime he went out.

Last year for New Year's, you had to stop him from ordering more or else you were going to be cleaning him up after puking everywhere at midnight instead of getting a kiss to start off another year.

Your two year old daughter was in her playroom across the hall making a mess with her toys. Usually you'd be down there playing with her but your swollen stomach done prohibited you from doing a lot of things now. But it most definitely ain't stop you from getting what you want from Ransom every day and night. Nothing could ever stop you guys from getting yo freak on. Nothing.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale is most definitely an asshole and you're not gonna sit here and lie, acting like he completely changed when you guys came together. That boy still has his moments, but of course, it would be a chilly ass day in hell before you sit there and take his bullshit. He been learned that.

At this point ,you were thinking of ways to get on his ass about it when he comes home. Should you get the bat and wait at the door on some Beyonce shit ? Or put some bleach in his Fruit Loops like Cardi the next day ? Those sounded a lot better than what you decided to do. You were gonna wait till he got back home and calmly confront him on it, regardless of what your hormones wanted. 6 months pregnant and anger do not go together. You're WAAAAY more vulnerable and bound to do anything now. So you just watch your daughter brush her baby doll, hitting her on the head cause she won't sit still, rubbing your bump and wait for him to come home.

You hear shuffling downstairs and keys hitting the bowl by the front door. His big head home now and you're beyond ready.

You check the time and it's 2:46 am. You been put your child to sleep hours ago. You were just watching Wild N' Out to pass the time, thinking of how you were gonna start off without making yourself even more mad. The baby nor you need any of that. You were internally praying he was gonna get his ass over here soon cause your ass knocked out for a little bit. You were sleepy as hell right now.

Hearing those expensive ass Chelsea boots hit the sleek stairs and up to the second floor, you woke the fuck up real quick. You stay quiet and watch him walk in your daughters room and check on her. You can see with the nightlight him smile and rub her brown cheek with the back of his forefinger, whispering inaudible words to her. Fuck him and his adorable ass.

He bends back up straight and walks out her room closing the door a little and make his way across the hall to your room. He sees you and your pregnant state in your white tube top and grey booty shorts. Simple yet the baddest bitch he's ever laid eyes on and ever will. He smiles while locking eyes with you and all you do is narrow yours back at him getting upset all over again, regardless of the sweet previous moment shared with your baby girl.

He gives you a 'what the hell ?' look and comes over to give you a kiss but you jerk your head back with the stank face and a 'boy move out my face' quietly leaving your mouth. Now he's REALLY confused.

"Mama, what's wrong with you?"

You look at him like he just asked you to get on your knees and bark like a dog.

"What's wrong with me? You really asking that?" raising your voice on the second question.

Technically, he has the right to ask, being that he doesn't know what you know. He probably doesn't even know that Derek was recording him and that broad. Nor does he know that you texted Derek to keep recording him so you know nothing escalates.

Call it what you want, but you know how your man is. He's immature and irresponsible as HELL. If something had popped off that really threatened y'all's relationship, you would've been in that bar with your child on your right hip, earphones in her ear and tablet in hand, cussing him and that girl out.

"You wanna tell me how your night went?" You tilt your head asking sweetly, with a drop of sarcasm. You truly are a petty ass piece of work. And you love it.

"Just get to the point Y/N. The fuck did I do this time ?" At this point he's now visibly annoyed. But you ain't care. This situation is on his part. Y'all could've had a nice night, fucking while Big City Greens playing in the background on the T.V. eventually waking your child up cause you loud as hell, but nooooo. That ain't happening now.

You grab your phone and open back up Instagram, Marta popping up on your feed with Harlan reading a book. You like it and search up Derek's @ then click his story. You flip through countless tabs until you see the man-child standing in front of you, on the screen. You motion him over to the bed.

"Come here, asswipe."

He rolls his eyes, but moves them feets anyway. You turn your phone to him and let the video play. You watched it about a thousand times so you know exactly when it ends. After it does you pull the phone back in your lap and give him a questioning look.

Sometimes it's hard to read his expressions and this was one. It was a mix of slight guilt and double the annoyance. He backs up and stands back at the end of the bed, arms crossed.

"Really? This why you're upset?"

You swear you almost slapped him. And this time you couldn't blame the hormones because it was gonna be ALL YOU. You take a deep breath and lean your back against the cushion headboard.

"I KNOW you did not just ask me that as if I ain't supposed to be bothered by the fact that my husband got some random woman on his lap while I'm at home with his daughter and his growing child."

You deadass don't believe him right now. He really pressing you as if he don't know how you get when you're angry, especially while pregnant.

"My feet hurt. I am TIRED. I can't even move for more than 5 minutes without getting sick and having to sit down. The you come at me with this bullshit" you continue. "What the hell is wrong with you ?"

He just deadpans you. And you stare at his ass right back. You not playing right now.

"Y/N, you never get upset when I go out with my buddies and get hammered." He's flapping his arms around raising his voice at every word.

"What is the big deal now? It's fucking late and you're doing all this right now. What the hell?"

You gather the strength and get out the bed to close the bedroom door cause you about to go AWF.

Getting back on the bed fully sitting up and supporting your own weight, you tie your butterfly braids up in ponytail.

"Listen, you raggedy shitball,"

It's about to go down. You adjust yourself, ready to release the wrath.

"I don't give a damn how late it is. You know better than to go out and let some bitch get close up on you like that. Were you even thinking about me or your kids while she was on you? The fuck was going through your mind? Oh wait, I forgot. You don't fucking think. You have to actually have a damn brain."

"Raggedy shitball? Real mature, babe. Real fucking mature." He says rolling his eyes, finally getting his shoes off and putting them under the chair were his scarf and coat are draped over.

You continue with your rant.

"Ironic for you to comment on maturity, Hugh."

Yep, that's right. You said it. You called him by his ugly ass first name. Linda and Richard must've been out they damn mind naming him that shit. He whipped his head around, any sense of expression just completely wiping from his face. Perfect. Just the reaction you wanted.

"Don't call me that." He stated, pure disgust in his words. To be honest, you don't even blame him. But like stated before, you petty as hell.

"Hugh, Hugh, Hugh. Your name is fucking Hugh" you say in a sing songy voice. Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.

"You don't get to tell me what to do right now. And back to what I said before. Why you let that girl in your lap like that ?"

"It was completely harmless. We were just having fun. Like you said before, you aren't a jealous person. Stuff like that shouldn't even be affecting you like this." He gets on the bed beside you and your face tore back up again. He's really getting in this fucking bed beside you like nothing.

But he was right though. You aren't a jealous person. A girl can come up to him at a party and flirt right in your face, but you'd never be bothered. Cause at the end of the day, her ass is getting rejected and he's gonna be inside you later the same night. He's yours and you're his. Simple.

"Ransom, just because I'm not a jealous person doesn't mean I'm gonna keep my mouth if our relationship is threatened." This man is actually delusional.

"You never entertain other girls when I'm around and here you are with a girl on your lap and I'm not there to say or do nothing. And you know your shitty friends will just encourage it. "

At this point, you started to get really insecure. Maybe it's the hormones, maybe it's just your logic. But your mind started racing like NASCAR. What really happens when he's out and you're at home? He wouldn't put your marriage and family at risk over a bitch...right? He hasn't cheated on you, has he? These thoughts really weren't good for your right now.

But he must've read your expressions. You were zoned out and he knows you're an over thinker so he had to stop you real quick. He puts his large left hand over your thigh, rubbing it and his right around your ass, leaning his head against your arm, trying to get you to chill. It almost worked, him knowing you liked your thighs rubbed, especially in your state.

But you caught that shit right away. You moved out of his hold and turn your body completely towards him. And then you ask him.

"Have you ever cheated on me?"

He freezes, you swear for at least 2.4 milliseconds and whips his head around to look at you. You turn your head away, somewhat regretting you even asked. You know this fucker loved you and your family with everything. He even said in his vows he would give his all into you. And you believed him. But fuck that right now. You need to know.

"Are you GODDAMN serious right now?!"

Okay, you paused for two things; he used God's name in vain, which you HATED, due to you growing up religious. Even though you don't practice it very often, it still bothered you. And two, he yelled, completely disregarding the fact that your kid is across the hall sleeping.

You snap your head around, braids hitting your face with super saiyan speed and kick him in his hip.

"What the shit, Y/N?"

"First of all, you know how I feel about that fucking word. STOP USING IT. And two, your daughter is sleeping so you need to keep your damn voice down!"

He's rubbing his side with a distorted look, but you could care less. You were fed up. This imbecile wasn't showing you any respect and your weren't gonna wait for him to get it right.

"How the hell would you feel if I went out, sat on some random dude's lap and entertained him while you were at home with our kid? Matter a fact, I'll do one even better. How about while I'm PREGNANT with YOUR baby, that YOU put in me, I sit on him and letting him rub my belly?"

Ransom has a big ass breeding kink. When you told him you were pregnant he was ecstatic. The though of him knocking you up, his seed growing inside of you just gave him pure ecstacy. And don't even get started on when your bump started to form. He was fucking every chance he got. He was in a theme park and you were his favorite ride.

You know you were playing with fire, but that shit felt AMAZING. He was really feeling how you were feeling right now. Them veins were popping out his neck and his face was slightly turning red. Baby boy was LIVID.

"Y/N, cut that shit out. I'm not doing this with your ass tonight." He looked at you with these eyes you've only seen when his family pissed him off at those gatherings he dragged both of you to. Before you had your first child of course. You went to them less after your daughter's birth because he didn't want her around his shitty family. You completely understood.

"Nah, baby boy. Since you want to be so inconsiderate and a triple asshole tonight, you can lay here by yourself and bathe in it." You got your big ass out the bed after minutes of struggling. Grabbing your black Betty Boop pillow with her cute afro, your charger, phone and your Hot Cheetos out the night stand and slipped on your slides, you waddle across the room, heading into the guest bedroom.

You refuse to sleep in the same bed as him, especially since he refuses to admit he's in the wrong. If you stay in there, you're just going to get even more frustrated and you don't want to harm your baby.

"Y/N, baby. What are you doing? Come back in here" he called you from the bedroom.

You shut the door and lock it. You'll be damned if you're gonna come running back cause he aSkEd you to. You settle in the bed, plug your phone up, grab your chips and turn When They See Us on the T.V.

Ransom just lays back on the bed in defeat. He didn't even make an effort to get you back in the room because you're stubborn as a mule. But he takes this time to go over what just happened.

He truly didn't think you would make a big deal. Like you said before, you're not a jealous person, so he didn't think he'd have to worry. Boy, was he all the way wrong. And you did have a point about you entertaining another man. That had his blood boiling. He gets at most irritated when you come with him to events, like the Oakley Country Club in Watertown and you're everyone's distraction.

It was your first appearance with him there and you being a sight to see, had all eyes on you and your body. Hell, even the women were checking you out, no envy or jealousy in sight. He knew then, he was gonna keep you close. You don't remember ever leaving his side that evening. He even volunteered to go into the bathroom with you. He didn't want to take a chance with the females either.

But in all seriousness, he couldn't bear the thought of you with another man. Especially now that you're married and have two kids together. But he really couldn't believe that you'd even suggest that he had been unfaithful to you. Your reasons were plausible, yes, but he was honestly...hurt. He knows what kind of guy he is comes off as, but he'd never intentionally ruin what you guys have built. You were the only one he truly let close.

He knew what he had to do, even though he dreaded it. He had to go apologize. He hates when you're upset with him. Absolutely hates it. Plus you were looking sexy as hell tonight and he need some of that round brown ASAP, no rocky.

Ransom got up and opened the door, making his way down the hall to the guest bedroom, but not before checking his baby's room. She was still fast asleep, little snores leaving her body. Exiting her room, he knew your door would be locked but tried to open it anyway. When it didn't budge, he knocked a couple of times. But you was knocked out.

Then he remembered. Lifting his hand to the top of the door frame, he searched for the thin key that unlocked the bedroom doors. Once he felt it, he grabbed it and inserted it in the door knob. Click. He pushed the door open and looked around to see the T.V. screen on, but paused, and you lying on your side with the Cheeto bag still open like a damn fool.

He shut the door quietly and made his way around the bed. He closed the loud ass bag, which caused you to stir and reposition your legs. He set the bag on the nightstand and crawled into the bed with you. He stared at you for a moment. Looking at your full lips and your wide nose.

Your afrocentric features were always so mesmerizing to him because they were different from all the other women. They were unique and he understood why you took so much pride in them. You had the damn right, especially looking that good. You were never afraid to embrace them. No person of color should ever be afraid to. Ever.

After what felt like an hour of weird ass staring, Ransom started to shake your arm, trying to wake you. You're a heavy ass sleeper, so it took him a while. You opened your eyes, squinting trying to figure what the fuck just woke your ass up. Feeling a dip in the bed and a presence next to you, Ransom comes into sight.

Even though this man is finer than a MOTHERFUCKER, you still turned your nose up when you looked at him. Your ass was still mad and it was ridiculous. Understandable, but ridiculous as hell. You could only imagine what he wanted now. You roll your eyes.

"Listen, I know you're still pissed at me and whatever, but I just came in here to.... apologize."

He averted his gaze to the T.V. You know how difficult it is for your baby to apologize for anything because even though he clearly in the wrong, he will never ever accept it nor admit it. And damn sure never apologize.

"I realize how you felt when you saw that video", he continued. "I would be even more pissed if you were the one in someone else's lap and I couldn't kick their ass as soon as I saw it."

You chuckled a little bit because it's true. He would be angry as shit. Although, you'd never be in that position because you love and respect him too much. But you let him finish before you spoke.

"With that being said, I'm sorry for my actions. Believe it or not, I'm still getting adjusted to being a husband and a father. I'm still struggling to give up my old habits and the shit I'm so used to doing. It's not easy, baby."

You grab is strong jaw and make him face you. He hasn't made eye contact with you this entire time. You almost felt bad, but he needed to understand. Understand where you were coming from and understand how it made you feel.

"Ransom, I'm not asking you to completely change who you are. I just want to know that you're in this for good. Because you can't turn back now. We've come too damn far. And I'll be damned if you decide to give up your responsibilities. Your ass gon' be grass."

He smiled a teeny bit, because what can you say? You're a natural born comedian. You can turn any situation in to some funny ass shit. But you get back to your point.

"I want you to be able to go out and have fun, but also come back and be a husband and a father. I value my independence just as much as you, so I get it. Just remember what you have. Don't fuck it up for some pussy, alright? That's all I'm saying."

You look him in his sea blue eyes. Damn, them thangs are hypnotic as hell. But you search for something that tells you he understands. That's all you fucking want. Him to understand. But you definitely got your answer.

Just as you were about to ask him, he shoots his face towards you and attacks your mouth like a damn wild ass pig. You were thrown all the way off, but you checked back into reality and kissed him back. You guys had this amazing ass way of getting in sync when you kissed. No matter who initiates it, you flow amazingly.

After a few mintues of saliva attack, you pull away tryna breathe cause he was about to take all your fucking oxygen. He laughs at the look on your face. You end up cracking up too. You can't help it. And he knows it.

"I completely understand, mama. I've definitely taken this into consideration. I learned my lesson." He smiles down at you. Internally you're proud as fuck because it's like you raised a bad ass kid into a well behaved one. The power your ass holds is amazing.

Then you look at the door trying to figure out how the hell he got in the room. "The key." You nod in realization. He rubs your thigh again, and this time, you don't stop him. Instead he stops himself. You look at him confused as fuck.

"But I'm gonna let you sleep in here, since you seem to be so cozy." He was messing with you. Fuck him. He gets up off the bed and head towards the door, but not before looking back to catch your reaction. You had a 'get your ass back over here' look on your face. But he just smirked. That signature smirk.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He really out here testing you right now. The balls on this motherfucker...

"Ransom, get your ass over here and give me what I want." You look down at his crotch, imagining him without his wool Reiss pants. He follows your eyes, still holding that smirk, but not forgetting to widen it. You lusting after his fLeSh turned him on bad. And it felt so good.

You already know you're to hard to resist. Everyone loves chocolate. Even Ransom's lactose intolerant ass.

You start to rub your belly, purposely drawing his attention, really making him turned on for you. You can feel that that tropical rain storm in your Fenty underwear.

And that boy was ready to start swimming. He expediTiously got back on the bed and in between your legs. You give him that look and that's all he needed. Connecting your lips to his and moving them in perfect sync like always, he starts rubbing up and down the side of your full belly.

"So fucking perfect and all of it's for me."

You pause.

"And who said all of this was for you, Mr. Drysdale?"

Not amused by your comment, he slaps your ass louder than a bitch and you shut your ass up real quick. Not before letting out a little giggle though.

He lifts your heavy ass and pulls the tube top over your head, letting your swole breasteses fall into position. Your areolas widened since having your daughter and Ransom LIVED for it. You were definitely enjoying them massages and those lips treatments he gave you when they were sore, just like now.

He starts kneading the left breast and continues to make out with your face like an animal. His left arm is holding your ass up. He eventually lays you back down, knowing damn well his ass is tired of holding you. You ain't blaming him either.

He hooks his lips on the nipple of the same breast, twirling his deadly tongue all around it. You moan with your head thrown back cause it feels good as hell. He lets go and replaces his mouth with his hands and twirls the nipple with his mouth on the other.

All you could do was mumble cuss words and grab his hair. He was really fucking you up and the real fucking didn't even start yet.

Trailing kisses all the way down your beautiful bump, down all the stretch marks till he reaches your shorts. He wasted no time getting them off and disposing them on the clean floor. Whatever he throw on the floor HE'S picking that shit up, not you. You'll make sure of that.

He looks directly at your covered pussy with excitement in his eyes. More excited than you were, if that's even possible. He takes his thick index finger and rubs you through your panties, completely soaking them. You just watch him, lust dialating your pupils.

He yanks them off, almost taking you off the damn bed at the same time, so you had to re-adjust yourself. He spreads your legs on their sides of his wide shoulders and licks from your core to the hood that covered your clit. You jerked a little cause you were in your second trimester, the horny trimester. You were 🌃 sensitive 🌃.

Then his annoying ass starts lapping in circles in super saiyan speed. You cry out and grab your left breast, squeezing and rubbing it. He stretches his left hand out and takes the right one, doing the same thing. Your back was continuously arching. You know your baby was fed up.

After a couple of more laps, your body finally can't take anymore and you cum all over his mouth. He has the audacity to keep going, even when your clit is hypersensitive, making you literally whimper, so you have to slap his head to get him to stop.

He pulls away with that stupid famous smirk.

"All that shit you're always talking, but you couldn't take a little sensitivity?" He teases you. But that's alright, cause you gon' remember that next time you're on your knees for him. When he comes, you not taking your mouth off him until you feel like it.

"Just fuck me already before I change my mind." You don't know why you even said that shit. He can tease you all you want. You'll never not have your legs or mouth open, ready for him to stick his dick wherever he feels.

He just chuckles, cause he knows that too.

Taking your body, he flips you on your left side and settles behind you, dick right against your ass. Its one of your favorite positions because he could hit your sweet spot perfectly this way. And he could rub your bump at the same time. Beneficial for the both of your greedy asses.

He was taking way to long so you grab his dick and line it up with your pussy and push the tip in slowly, playing with your own arousal. Ransom just watched. He loved seeing you desperate for his stupid ass, but you gave zero fucks at the moment.

Finally you slip his huge ass girth inside you and you moan out loud as hell. You really just be turned on by anything at this point. He then takes back the lead and pushes further till he bottoms out inside you. He's heavily breathing his hot ass breath on your neck like a weirdo, but fuck it.

Once both of you are adjusted, he starts moving in and out of you. The position made your walls hella tighter and he was already hitting your spot. His tight arm is wrapped around your stomach now. You constantly moan his name and he's just encouraging it.

"Ransom, fuck, baby just like that"

"You love when I fuck you like this, don't you pretty girl?"

You hated when he called you "pretty girl, sweet girl, or good girl" because you become a straight whore for him right away. He's such an asshole.

"Yes, Daddy- please don't stop"

"Tell me how bad you want it baby"

There he go with these fucking games. Always wanting to hear you beg.

"I want it so bad, Daddy ! pleASe give it to mE"

Happy Ransom?

He starts to pick up the pace and you feel the pleasure in your toes. It just travel from there all around your body and you can't say anything but "don't stop" and moan uncontrollably.

You start getting close and he can tell by the way you pick up the moans. So he starts going faster. But never forgetting to add a little nasty dialogue.

"I can feel you ready to come sweet girl. Keep clenching around me baby" That shit just made you even more whore-knee. If you weren't already pregnant, he was definitely gonna put a baby in you that night.

"Baby I'm close- fill me up Ransom please "

You're begging for this man to cum inside you, but he always wanna play a damn game.

"Hmmm do you truly deserve to cum baby? I don't know if you do.."

You wanted to hit him so bad, but he wouldn't let you come if you did. So you go along with it.

"Yes Daddy I'll do anything- Please just let me cum !" You screamed.

At this point you were loud as 🌃fuck🌃 .

After more begging he finally let you come.

"Oh shit Ransom- FUCK" You come all over his dick and shortly after, he came right behind you. Filling you up just like you wanted. He slumped against your back and you lowered your shaky leg.

"You always take me so well baby girl." He starts kissing your neck. You could literally hear that loppy ass smile he has on his face everytime y'all get done. But you get all tingly inside because you love when he praises you. Makes you feel proud of yourself.

"Well there's not much to take so...it's whatever." What are you without a teasing remark after every other sentence? But he always has a clapback.

"Its funny you say that because the other day you were practically in tears because my dick was "too much for one woman to take" and that I was practically torturing you." At this point you're turned over facing him grinning like a Cheshire cat and him smiling right back at you.

"Oh shut the fuck up, with your annoying ass." You snap back at him playfully, rolling your eyes.

"You love me, my chocolate bunny." He let's out an audible yelp when you kick him in his leg. You hate when he calls you that. "Cut it out Ransom, or you're not touching me for a week."

There you go again saying the dumb shit. You both know that YOU could never go through with that.

"Fine by me", he states unphased. Cause he knows you could never.

You roll your eyes for the 50thousanth time.

"You're lucky I love your ass."

"I love you too pretty girl" he winks.

Just as you were about to get up, you hear something jiggle the doorknob and someone huffing and puffing outside the door. That little girl over here jumping up and down tryna to open the damn door. You're literally hollering at her struggle. Truly sick in the fucking head.

"Mama! Where Papa ?" Ransom grins as he throws you his blue sweater so you can cover up and gets up to let your baby girl in.

You truly cannot stand this guy.

This all came to me so fast 😭 I hope y'all like it lmaoo

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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could u maybe like do a royal au where we're on a ball and akaashi is the prince of his kingdom while we're the princess of our kingdom? your writing is really great, I'm sure you'll do great <3

“can i have this dance?”

paring: keiji akaashi x female reader

cw: au, fluff, kissing

word count: 3000+

a/n: hey my lovely, thank you so much and i really enjoyed this request, i hope you liked this, also i’m going to start posting for my 1k event from today yay

summary: in which akaashi is a prince of his kingdom hosts a ball for possible suitors and you, the princess of your own kingdom get an invite to attend and possibly marry the heir to the throne

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Akaashi knew what he was doing when he invited the whole of his kingdom to the ball, he knew what he was doing when he stamped the seal for the invites to those of other kingdoms. He knew exactly what he was doing when he wore the tailcoat across the two-piece suit that adorned his body. Akaashi was a man of little expression, choosing his words careful but being analytical in situations that needed it.

It’s why his father had been so happy that he was his first born, relieved almost that the kingdom was going into good hands. The only thing his father had wished for was a suitor for his son to have, someone with foreign links and stability. There was a long list of girls his father had dismissed but had still invited to the ball, with a more minute list for the girls his father would settle for.

And then there was you, with your father still king and brother heir to the throne, the only thing left for you was to marry. Of course, your mother had told you it was a duty, herself having been a princess and in your exact position. But what was marrying some future king when there was something more to life. Even after your mother’s death, your promise to marry, you still craved the excitement of something more.

“Kuroo.” You whined, collapsing onto your bed, the silk sheets felt warm against your bare skin as Kuroo hastily walked in.

As soon as he spoke, he stopped, “Yes, Ma’am…” His eyes moved away from your bare skin, the way you only wore your underclothes, he felt flustered at the sight, “Princess Y/n, put on some clothes before someone else walks in.”

“You’re no fun, Kuroo.” You came right back up, seeing the black-haired boy, still refusing to meet your gaze. “You sure you don’t want a peak; I know it’s been a while for you.” Casual sex was a common occurrence with advisors of the king, even with Kuroo the future advisor and best friend to your brother, he still remained involved in brothels.

You remember the first time you walked past one, almost a year ago, intrigued at the sight of women selling their bodies, you understood. Understood the need for money, to get by on little to nothing, you didn't dare step inside, instead listening in through the window.

Until you saw her, a mere child crouching on the ground. A nimble piece of bread between their fingers, you had gone to help the kitchens, your own lady in waiting having stood to get some stuff. “Here, do you want some?” You gestured for the loaf of bread you had had in your basket.

The small child looked at you, dirty fingers and covered in what looked like mud. You hadn't realised just how bad the kingdom had become and you knew that once your brother took over, you’d make him help the poor. Make sure that no poor starving child had to look so nimble and dull. “That was nice of you.” A black-haired boy spoke, his messy locks and piercing bluey green eyes stared back at you.

“Oh, I couldn’t let them die.” He clearly had no idea who you were as you had given him no formalities and by the looks of it neither did you.

“It was still kind of you, many other people would have let them starve.” He had been watching you help the child, watched as you offered the bread and softly touched their face even with the soot that rimmed their face. You looked like an upper class, someone who shouldn't even be in this area but even then, you helped. “I’m Keiji Akaashi.”

He spoke without the formalities and titles, wanting a real conversation with someone who didn't know him. “Y/n Y/l/n,” both unaware of each other's position, Akaashi had asked to drop you off to where you needed to go.

He carried the basket with the other foods, smiling and talking to you just as he used to with his friends when he was younger. “This is where I leave you.” You softly spoke, he had been admiring you throughout the whole walk, he was outside the palaces, assuming you to be some noble daughter visiting.

“I guess this is, till we meet again Y/n.” He softly kissed the back of your hand, a heavy fluster encasing your face at the feeling of his soft lips across your hand before leaving with a smile.

You never saw him after that, a year flowing by since that event had occurred. Who could say, what happened to him? Maybe he went off to war, to a battle and died, maybe he wasn't even from your kingdom? You didn’t know but even then, that half an hour walk together had made you think of the mysterious Keiji Akaashi.

“Get out of your thoughts Y/n.” Kuroo muttered after you had put your clothes on, the long dress across your figure as you stared at the gown again. “This is your opportunity to fulfil your mother’s wish.”

You nodded, looking down at your fingers, the invitation had come a while back, the seal from the kingdom next to your own. You were never involved in foreign policy or allying with them, but from what your brother had told you, it seemed like the kingdom was friendly enough and now with the prince’s father on the brink of death. The need for a marriage alliance to strengthen and consolidate the power of the new prince. Having not even been able to even read the invite properly, it was taken by your own father who refused to even accept a lie for you to not go.

Here you were waiting for your lady in waiting to come and help you change to take you to meet a future suitor. “What if I don’t like him?” You muttered standing up and going to the balcony, you could see the whole kingdom from it. Just the sight of it made your heart swell up, home, and if you did succeed tonight. This place would be a far distant memory.

“Princess, you haven’t even met the Prince yet, have faith.” Kuroo touched your shoulder reassuringly before the sound of shoes clicked against the marble. Kuroo took that as his cue to leave, giving a bow as he left you to get taken away by the ladies.

Akaashi stood firm against the mirror, watching at how the suit fit him perfectly, the long tailcoat swishing every time he turned to face the mirror. “Sire, why are you worrying so much?” Bokuto put his hands on Akaashi’s shoulders trying to relieve him of some stress.

“What if she’s not here Bokuto?” He had only asked to invite commoners and nobles daughters to this event as a way to find you. You may have been a distant memory but how could he ever forget the girl who helped the poor prostitute's child. Those kind eyes and soft touch you had even in your hands were soft when he had kissed them goodbye. He regretted not asking more about you, only the basics occurring, but here he was ready to marry. But all he ever thought about was you.

“She will be, have faith.” Bokuto spoke trying to comfort the future king, but even then, the normal emotionless boy had changed since the meeting with you. Ever since he came back to meet his fathers and advisors, he seemed happy, content even with what was occurring. He knew the king had a daughter, but she was nowhere to be seen and instead had met her father and brother instead.

They all seemed nice enough and a meeting had only occurred for a treaty to be agreed against a neighbouring kingdom. He hadn't cared that much at the type, thoughts still filled with you but now here he was, stressing about how he looked on the off chance that you were at the ball.

The sound of horns blowing throughout the kingdom, your father had made Kuroo take you to the ball as a means to appease you. Knowing how you hated having agreed to your mothers last wish in the heat of the moment, as the carriage ride there was fast paced. You heard the murmurs of others arriving, you knew how close the king was to your father now, having even grown up together and you hoped that it would continue on through your brother. Kuroo took your hand helping you out of the carriage with the blue ball gown around your body, the thin straps holding your chest up and a diamond tiara situated itself in your loose hair.

“You like fine, don’t worry princess.” Kuroo whispered passing the invitation as you both got bows.

“Thanks.” It was hesitant and even Kuroo knew your mind was somewhere else, unable to grasp the concept of marrying a man.

You both stepped into the large castle, the sound of others smiling and happily speaking ready to dance with the Prince. Still unaware of who he was, glares from girls came across to you, you knew Kuroo was attractive but to garner as much attention as he did was always a shock to you.

You both walked into the main hall, a long set of two stairs on either side met in the middle to cascade down. Looking around, the list of princesses and commoners from all over the lands had come, how did your father ever expect you to compete, was beyond you. But at the sight of Kuroo pushing you forward, you both walked down the steps finally seeing the man of the hour.

Akaashi and Bokuto had stayed at the end of the stairs, watching as every woman and her consort came down the steps. Akaashi was waiting, watching to see if you’d turn up, he hoped you would, almost begging the gods to allow for him to be blessed to see you again.

At the sound of the next girl coming down, time stopped from him, your blue ball gown that flowed outwards looked remarkable on you. The diamonds encrusted on the ends made you look ever so beautiful. The same face that he had seen a dirty child touch to bring comfort was right in front of him as he fell in love just at the sight of you.

“Sire.” Bokuto tried to gain Akaashi’s attention to introduce him to the girl in front of you but all he could see was you. “Sire.”

“S...sorry.” Akaashi mumbled quickly dismissing the girl who looked annoyed at being pushed aside. Akaashi started once more before you finally met his eyes.

You stopped just as you reached the bottom steps, Akaashi’s ocean eyes meeting your own, he had a smile on his face. “We meet again Y/n.”

“Yo...you’re the Prince.” You whispered hesitantly, putting your hand out for him to bow and kiss.

“This is Princess Y/n, from the next Kingdom over, both of your fathers have had business together.” Akaashi finally knew who you were, the missing princess he hadn't met a year ago, you were right in front of him, you were real. He didn't care for any of the other girls, eyes fixated on you, the girl he had spent countless nights dreaming and wishing to meet again.

“Sire, we can’t keep the other girls waiting.” Bokuto spoke already knowing who you were from Akaashi’s actions.

“One moment.” Akaashi shunned his friend before turning to you, “I...I can’t believe it’s actually you.”

His hands had met your own, taking both of them as he gave the brightest smile possible. A smile his father hadn't seen since he had been told he was dying, his father looked on from the balcony. Always knowing with your father that you two would somehow be together, he watched lazily, how his son smiled as if he had just won a thousand stars. It was the same look he had had when he had met Akaashi’s mother all those years ago, the same type of love.

“You better greet the rest of your guests, Si…”

He interrupted, “Akaashi.”

“You better greet the rest of your guests, Akaashi.” You stressed his name as you and Kuroo left to mingle with others.

“He's the one, the king is going to be so happy.” Kuroo laughed, grabbing two glasses for the two of you.

You were still in shock at the coincidence of it all, realising that he had come with his father to meet your own for allyship. It had been weird to say the least and maybe you and Akaashi could bring the unity your families wanted and be in love.

The sound of a horn sounding startled Kuroo as you gave a soft chuckle at the idiot boy, before hearing the man who sounded the horn speak. “The Prince will now have his first dance with the suitors.”

Akaashi had been staring at you throughout the formalities with other suitors, watching at how you spoke to Kuroo and especially how even with the side glances to you from those who had seen the scene between you and the Prince. You still remained calm and collected, still have the same face of kindness and joy that you had had when they first met.

At the voice announcing his first dance, he swiftly turned away from the other girls, making a beeline directly to you. You had a smile on your face, as he came right up to your hands out for you to talk.

“Can I have this dance?” His breath fanned your neck as you nodded smiling at the boy. The sound of music cascaded through the hall, the musicians doing a pretty good job to set the scene. Both your hands stayed firmly together as his other went behind your back and your other to the side, the music felt intimate almost as you both danced past the guests.

The way he’d let you go in a twirl and bring you right back up to him, made him fall more and more in love with you. He loved the look you gave as he brought you right across his chest, the way your breath fanned his own. Oh how he just wanted to kiss you all over, make love to you and show you what it truly meant to be his.

With the end of the song nearing and a final turn, you found yourself bent downwards, Akaashi looking at your figure bent over before bringing your right back up to his face. The way you both were only a mere inch away from one another, he wanted to close the gap but the realisation that there were others around you. Had made you move your head further away in a cower.

“Akaashi.” You spoke breathlessly, his arms still around your waist at the sound of the next song ready to start. You both stayed firm in each other's arms as others began joining in the celebration before the feeling of being watched was felt.

“Father.” Akaashi muttered bowing as you quickly turned around to curtsey yourself. “This, this is the girl I told you about.”

His father may have been on the verge of death, but he carried himself well, “Your majesty.” You looked down not meeting his gaze.

“No need for formalities, my dear, your father used to bring you here all the time when you were a toddler, even my Akaashi could never keep up with you.” His father spoke reminiscing.

“We knew each other?” You questioned the man.

His father nodded before continuing, “your father would bring you when you were a child, he stopped after your schooling started, we both assumed you both forgot each other, but here you two are.”

He saw how your hands were still encased, nodding at the young love, “son, why don’t you show the princess the display.”

Akaashi nodded, almost dragging you outside in a rush. He knew the display that his father was talking about and wanted to give you the best view. “Woah, Akaashi slow down.”

He loved hearing the sound of your chuckle even though he ignored it completely, continuing to drag you along before you felt the cold air hit your skin. “Here.” He undid his tailcoat, putting it around you to keep you warm as he took much slower steps. There was a long line of steps but from the top you could see the display of the kingdom. “Come on.” He started running up the steps in a laugh.

“No fair, you had a head start.” You gleamed out chasing after him until you both reached the top, Akaashi grabbing your waist to make you sit on the step. Your body stayed close to him until he put his hands around your eyes.

“No peeking.” You brought your hands to his own across your face laughing at the childish nature of this all. “Okay, you can open them.”

As soon as he let go of your face you saw the fireworks display start, the way celebrations were in order and the music was still playing inside. It was magical, beautiful even, a home you could possibly have. Even with you staring at the fireworks, Akaashi’s gaze never left yours as he watched how fascinated you were with the fireworks.

He brought your arms up, his hands encased in your own making you turn to face him, “be with me Y/n, be my Queen and live the happiness and life you deserve, with me.”

It was a confession, a confession for a partnership not just built on security but built on love, “I’d love too.”

You whispered as he brought his face closer to your own, you closed the gap as further fireworks fled through the sky. It was a sight for sore eyes but all you could feel was Akaashi’s lips on your own, the way his tongue gilded throughout your mouth and the comfort he brought with his hands in your own. You might have fulfilled your mothers wish but you had done it from love rather than a commitment and you knew wherever she was, she was watching you have the happiness you deserve.

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christinesficrecs · 7 years

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I'm so in the mood for some sterek fics with derek as a famous painter or just a painter! 🎨

Hey :)

Here are some artist!derek fics

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Draco; I'm Happy Now

/Warnings: Swearing, mild violence, sad, and fluffy at the end!😊 a/n: Your Pov at the beginning. Enjoy!💚🐍

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“You ignorant bitch!” My mother yelled at me, pulling my hair and slamming me to the ground. Tears stained my cheeks as I used all the strength I had to get up.

“B-But mother I don’t want to get arranged.” I quivered. ‘I hate being a pureblood.’ I thought. You might think that purebloods’ have all the advantages but, to all honesty some don’t, like me.

My mother and father are arranged. And now they want me to also be like them, arranged but not in love. I hate this, punished because I don’t want to be arranged. My mother and father don’t even love each other.

“Either if you want to or not your going to get arranged!” My mother yelled slamming the door on her way out.

“Who even am I getting arranged to.” I say, grabbing the letter mother left behind. “To: Everett Triana Phoenix” I read out, unfolding the letter.

“Dear Mrs. Phoenix, We would be pleased to have your daughter, Y/N, married to our son. I know Y/N and she is perfect for our son. Hope we can discuss it over a dinner at the manor. Thank you.

Regards, Narcissa Malfoy”

“Wait.” I say, skimming over the words of the letter. I’m getting arranged to a Malfoy. I thought my family was worthless and useless enough to NOT get arranged to a wealthy, powerful family. I guessed wrong.

I know Draco, we hardly talk. I have my own friends from Ravenclaw named Lucy and Grace. So I don’t spend time with him, anyway he’s a douche.

“I wonder what they told him.” I sigh.

~•Draco’s Pov•~

“Draco we have to talk.” My mother told me as we sat down, she heavily sighs.

“You’re getting arranged.” She told me looking into my eyes.

“I don’t want to.” I simply say back.

“The girl is lovely Draco and I’m sure you’ve met her.” She said.

“I want to actually love someone. I don’t want to be arranged.” I said back, she sighs once more.

“I’m sorry but, it’s been a year since you’ve graduated. Just…” I look into my mother’s eyes, I can’t detect what she is feeling, pain, sorrow, sympathy, happiness, excitement?

“I do have my eye on this one girl.” I tell her, she looks at me and gleams.

“Her name?” She asks.

“Y/N Phoenix.” I said, if my mother wants me to get married at least to a decent and pretty girl that has a good attitude. I would think my mother would want me with, Astoria Greengrass. But she looks like a girl I would shag once and leave.

“Perfect. Just who I actually had in mind.” My mother smiles.

“Great.” I say, as she leaves me alone.

“I wonder what they told her.” I sigh.

“Oh and Draco, sweetie. I’ve invited them for dinner, so get ready.” My mother chirps.

“OK, mother.” I say.

~•A Few Hours Later•~

“Oh hello! Oh my, she’s beautiful! Come in!” I hear my mother downstairs. I start walking downstairs to meet a Y/N with her mother and father.

I’ve hardly even spoke to Y/N but, it’s worth a shot at least get to know her a bit more, oh wait… I can’t.

Y/N looks at me, this time I can tell what her emotions are… Sadness.

I frown. Knowing she didn’t want to be arranged.

“Mother why don’t you talk with them. While I show Y/N around the manor.” I pipe in, my mother nods and I grab Y/N’s wrist and drag her upstairs. Once we reach my bedroom I lock the door.

“I know you don’t want to.” I say, she slowly lifts her head, showing me her sad E/C eyes.

“I’m sorry, Draco. It’s that I actually wanted to find someone I love and care for. I don’t want to be sad and arranged.” Y/N told me.

“Don’t you want to find actual love?” Y/N asks me.

“Yes. I’m sorry.” I said, I kind of dragged her into this.

“Why?” She said.

“I wanted to be married to you rather than Greengrass. I thought, if I was getting arranged I wanted someone decent and pretty.” I told her, she looked as she was about to cry.

“Well I’m stuck. I have to either way.” She sniffles looking down, I see a tear land on my shoe. I hug her, and sympathy spreads through me.

“I’ll be sure to treat you right.” I said, hoping to make things better.

“What’s this even for? Just to create an heir. Right?” She questions me.

“I don’t know.” I answer truthfully.

“Let’s head downstairs, before they worry.” Y/N said, I looked at her.

Her hair was curled/straightened, she wore some (waterproof) makeup, and a pretty black dress.

I was correct she is pretty, Nope, she is beautiful.

I realize we’re downstairs already. I take my seat and stay silent. “Getting along are we?” My mother said. I don’t speak.

“Yes, very. Your son is a handsome gentleman.” Y/N smiles, I see that it’s somewhat real and fake.

“Good to hear that. Can’t wait! Just one more month till the wedding!” Y/N’s mother, Everett, gleams.

I choke on my food as Y/N spews her drink. She starts cleaning it up as I get a grip of myself.

“A month?” Y/N asks.

“Oh yes dear. Better get planning and ooo, a dress!” My mother said, I look at her in utter shock.

“Oh.” I hear Y/N mutter.

“You two will make lovely children.” Y/N’s father, Alister, said.

Surprising hearing it from her father or just a man in particular.

Y/N though looks enraged. “So this is all for a child?! Is this all you want me to it truly be in love just to give out a child!?” Y/N screams loudly, enough to ‘cause my mother to flinch.

“Y/N!” Her mother yelled as Y/N stormed out of the manor. Her mother went after her.

“Sorry about that. Thank you for the dinner and invitation. Farewell.” Her father said, rushing out.

My mother looks at me and now I can tell what her emotion is, sorrow.

~•A Month Later•~

-•Your Pov•-

After the occurrence at the Malfoy Manor because of me. I’ve been locked up in my room, only allowed out once to get dress fitted and see what shoes I liked. I wasn’t lonely. Draco kept sending me letters to see how I was, they made me smile. Today, I’m getting out of my room again… for my wedding.

I’ve chosen a traditional wedding dress with a veil that has some jewels and light green flowers. And a little crown.

The flower girl was my little cousin, Annie-Rose. And the ring carrier was my hufflepuff cousin, Aaron. My bridesmaids are Lucy and Grace. Lucy and Grace wore light green dresses with a crystal belt.

“Hello.” A voice said, I turned around to see my future mother-in-law, Narcissa.

“Hello, Narcissa.” I say, smiling.

“You look gorgeous!” Narcissa returns the smile.

“Thank you.” I say, looking once more in the mirror, my H/C hair is curled/straightened, my make up was applied perfectly.

Then the door opened, “5 more minutes.” Grace and Lucy said in unison giggling.

“OK, thank you, Lucy-Grace.” I smirk.

“I know. Draco told me but thank you. For still doing it. Out of all the girl’s I thought you were perfect.” Narcissa smiled making me smile.

“Why don’t we go now?” Narcissa implied.

“Sure.” I say, I walk out of the room to see my father in a nice suit. My father was a lot more nicer than my mother. He actually cared about my opinion. He was about to drop the marriage, until my mother threatened him?

“You’ve grown so much.” My father cries, I stroke his cheek wiping away the tears.

“Be happy.” I said, looping my arm with his.

The doors open wide, and I step out with my father looking at the numerous amounts of people, mainly from my family. I also see some of Draco’s friends.

I stare at Draco, he’s smiling. I can’t help but smile back. For once in awhile I’m actually smiling and not faking it.

Finally, I reach Draco and he takes my hands into his.

“You look beautiful.” He said.

“Thank you and you look handsome.” I said, slightly giggling.

I stare once more and into his blue-grey eyes. Ignoring everything that the minister was currently saying.

“Now for the vows, Mr. Malfoy.” the minister said.

“Y/N, I know I’m not much for romance but when we had that conversation in my room. I knew I truly couldn’t make you happy. I saw a torn girl with a bright heart, when she was at Hogwarts. And each time I hear your voice and giggles, I can’t help but stare. Each time without you catching me. Right now I want to catch you staring at me. To show you and tell you how much I honestly love you. I hope I can make you happy as much as I can. I love you, just the way you are.” Draco said, I felt like crying. I didn’t need a script to tell my feeling or emotion to him.

“Draco, at first I thought I couldn’t find happiness. When we had that conversation and you understood me, I felt something nice. Right now, I’m glad you choose me. That you choose me to marry you. And just being here I think… I’m Happy Now.” I said.

“May we have the rings?” The minister said, my cousin Aaron walked up and grinned at me.

“Each take a ring.” The minister said, as Draco and I grabbed a ring.

“Now do you Draco Lucius Malfoy take Y/N M/N Phoenix as your wife?” The minister said.

“I do.” Draco said.

“And do you Y/N M/N Phoenix take Draco Lucius Malfoy as your husband.” The minister said, I stay silent thinking everyone seems to worry.

I look at Draco the most worried of them all. I stare at him and he stares right back, I smile. “I do.”

We insert the wedding rings into each other. And return to our position.

“I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!” The minister steps back,

I don’t hesitate and kiss him, Draco kisses right back. Both of us smiling into the kiss, everyone clapping.

~*~

I sigh, closing the memory book. Remembering every single moment.

“Dad can I hold her?!” I hear our 3 year old son, Scorpius shout wanting to carry our newborn daughter, Leala.

“You’re to small, Scorpius.” I hear Draco say, receiving a whine from Scorpius. I chuckle and find them.

“Hello, love.” Draco said, coming up to me and kisses my cheek.

“Mommy! Dadda won’t let me hold Leala!” Scorpius whines.

“Want me to carry you?” I ask as he opens his arms motioning for me to carry him. I grab him and hold him.

“You know what Draco?” I tell him, “Hmm.” He said.

“I know I’m Happy Now.” I say, kissing him.

“Ewww. Get a room!” Scorpius said, as we all laugh.

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/Sorry if it was crappy! I try my best, but thank you for reading and don’t be afraid to request! Thank you! P.s Leala is pronounced ( Lay-la) 💚🐍\

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