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supermarketbae · 3 months

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sub whiny reader waking billy up in the middle of the night begging billy to fuck her. she’s sooooo horny for him she can’t wait, billy is mean cus she interrupted her sleep 🫣🫣🫣 I’ll let u take the reigns. UGHHHH I need this

Late Night Whispers

and other ways to keep him up

a/n: uhm helllloooooo now I need this too! 😭

warnings: smut, sub!reader, dom!Billy, praise, manhandling, or female anatomy of reader, slight(ish) breeding kink… uhm I think that’s about it

a/n: Idk what’s upppp I just couldn’t make him that mean in this one 🤷🏾‍♀️ but anyhooo if you don’t like it submit another request and scream at me or sum

A warm, slick, and to be frank, quite unwelcome heat was swirling in your belly. Of course, you had attempted to ignore this pounding feeling that caressed up your curving thighs and up to the source of your plush arousal in your cunt. Rubbing your thighs together you ultimately make the problem worse as the slight friction kisses against your twitching clit in just the right way. Letting out a shaky sigh you roll over scooting to Billy—your boyfriend’s— sleeping figure. Needily, you nuzzle your head into his broad chest.

Your lips quirk into a smirk that usually mirrors his, at the scent that is so distinctly him that you just have to smile. But, at the ever present tightness deep in your tummy, you nudge Billy’s arm once again, wanting nothing more than to be pounded into the mattress until all you remembered was his name and the dull ache in your cunt turned into the trembling of your thighs.

“Billy…baby…” Your soft exhale ghosts quietly in the darkened room but nevertheless reaches his ears. You smile a light blush filling your cheeks as Billy’s strong arms tighten around you protectively “what’s wrong darlin’” the husky mumble has you keening and you subconsciously buck your hips back into his. At this, Billy chuckles darkly a sharp smile gracing his features as his large hands slip up your stomach to your tits, squeezing teasingly and slow. “Such a needy fuckin’ thing angel.” His deep whisper goes straight to your cunt and once more, you clench around nothing.

To your pleasure, Billy pulls down your shorts slowly, not even bothering to rid you of your panties before he thrusts into you evenly.

You let out a sluggish moan at this, boneless at the sensation of Billy’s thick girth. “Please—ah— just use me.” You moan tiredly, letting Billy’s strong hands guide your hips in the way he likes—slow, hard, deep strokes that have you clenching needily around him. “So fucking tight sweetheart—fuckkkk— so good-such a good girl.”

Billy’s moans to you are deep, slurred drawls his tired state indicated on how clingy he was being. “Always take my cock so good baby~” he coos to your writhing form as he continues to piston into you. You mewl at his words nodding, at this point already cock drunk. The only thing you could do was bring yourself to claw at Billy’s large back as his hips continued to rut quickly into yours as your back arches up into his once more Billy sighs out a soft whine “I love you s—fuck— so fucking much.” The hazy admission has your mouth wobbling, forming a wide, pleasured smile and the warm giggle that slips out from your shivering body has Billy grabbing your face with reverent hands to kiss at any skin he can reach.

As your breath comes out choppy and uneven, you ground yourself for just a second longer to keen out your reply, “I love you too.” Your breathy voice has Billy groaning. “Sweetheart— fuck— don’t- I’ll fucking cum.” Biting your lip sweetly you shake your head impishly at Billy’s warning. He loved hearing you say how you loved him. “You d-don’t want—ah- to hear that I love you Billy?” Each word punched out by a harsh thrust that hit your g-spot each time. Billy shudders as you say it again, a small whimper leaving his plump lips. “You don’t want to hear—mmm—th-that I love your cock?” Billy nearly growls at your words hand coming to play at your clit, your lips tremble, but you continue to talk.

“Doesn’t this cock love this pussy baby?” Before you can even get another word out Billy cuts you off “F-fuck yes— fuck yes I do sweetheart-you know I do.” His breathing comes out raggedly. Instinctively, feeling the tightened coil of your oncoming orgasm begin to unravel you wrap your legs around Billy’s waist. You want him closer. You need him closer. You cry out as Billy bites into your shoulder “I love you Billy.” You say breathily as he grips your hips tighter impaling you on his cock as he spills his cum inside of you. His hand continues to rock circular motions on your clit and not a moment later, your cumming hard moaning his name hoarsely. As you pant, you’re vaguely aware of his hands tracing your cheeks as you come down from your high. Smiling down at your stupefied expression Billy smirks. “Love you more sweet thing.”

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auteurdelabre · 5 months

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Please Mister Miller? Part 4 Mean!Joelxf!Reader

rating: explicit, 18+ mdni

summary: after your last interlude with Joel you told him that you owe him one... Today he comes to collect.

warnings/tags: Infidelity, Unprotected p in v, oral sex [m and f receiving], Mean Joel, Dirty Talk, almost caught, voyeurism, Riding Cowgirl, exhibitionism, nicknames (good girl, slut)

word count: 3.5k

a/n: Y'all, I did a filthy PWP one-shot and I got comments requesting it be a series and because I can’t deny ya’ll anything, here’s some more filth that I'm still shocked I wrote. Comments and the like really make my day.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Lights with Mister Miller

"You gotta tell them about Charlie," you tell Sarah as you start folding your clothes into your suitcase. You're leaving in a couple days, much to your chagrin. You don't know how you're going to go back to life without Joel and this illicit game you’ve been playing.

"I can't," Sarah says quietly, leaning against her bed frame. "He's like six years older than me. My dad'll freak."

You fight to hold back a laugh.

"But you like him."

"I really do.” Sarah gives a sad sigh, eyes downcast. "But I know my dad won't like him. Won't think he's good enough for me because he didn't finish college."

"I don't think that your dad would be that unfair."

"You don't know my dad," Sarah says with a sad smile. "He can be pretty harsh."

You think of Joel's hand on your ass, of him fucking brutally into your mouth and this time a giggle does bubble forth from your lips. Sarah quirks a brow at you.

"What?"

"You’re a grown woman," you tell her, trying to tamp down your grin. "And you're scared of telling your daddy you have a boyfriend."

"I'm not scared," Sarah insists. "It's just... I don't wanna disappoint him."

"I get that," you say honestly. "But Sarah I don't think he's the kind of dad that would be like that."

No, in your mind Joel Miller is the type that kissed scraped knees and played tea party. The kind of dad who Sarah could call if a party went too late or she felt lonely during her freshmen year.

"Maybe you're right," Sarah relents.

You roll your freshly washed socks into a ball, tucking them into the corner of your bag. You think of his mouth between your legs yesterday and feel your entire body prickling with desire.

You owe him one.

You can't stop thinking about that. You owe Joel one and he all but agreed. He also called you baby last time.

The thought makes you feel heady, your nipples constantly tightening when he enters a room. Your pussy flooding when he nods at you in the hallway.

You haven't been able to be alone with him for days. Sarah is always around or if she's gone its Tess. Your vacation is almost over and you're fucking aching for him.

So when Sarah goes to see her secret boyfriend and you see Joel standing in the kitchen with his muscled arms crossed over his chest you can't help but brush up against him, ass dragging against his front pretending it's necessary in order to slide by him. Joel stiffens, sweeping a hand over his mouth.

"Can't behave for one afternoon."

"C'mon now," you say, grinning up at him. "Do you really like it when I behave, Mister Miller?"

You're being playful, but the darkening of his eyes makes butterflies begin in your tummy.

You go to grab a mug of coffee, noticing Tess working outside on the deck, her hands digging through tangled Christmas lights. You give a friendly wave that she returns before she's turned back to digging in the lights box.

You jolt, almost spilling your coffee when you feel Joel's calloused hand snaking up your shirt, coming to cup a breast, fingers rolling the nipple.

"You never wear a bra," he breathes against your ear.

"Not here," you confess leaning back into his embrace. "I like how hard you get when they bounce for you."

Joel gives a quiet groan.

"Wanna see 'em."

"What? Now?" Your eyes blow wide and you step back from him, nipples hard and jutting through your t-shirt.

"She's organizin' the lights outside," Joel murmurs, his dark eyes taking in your thin t-shirt and figure hugging jeans. "Can't see anything behind the island."

You glance over your shoulder to see that Tess is still turned away from you, untangling lights. Joel's breathing is coming out more shallow, the pink in his cheeks returning. He’s got that hungry look in his eyes that makes you wet just to see.

"You owe me one," Joel says as he tugs you by the wrist to him. "Remember? Said you'd be a good girl and let me fuck you anywhere. N'I wanna fuck your mouth right here."

"It's too dangerous," you whisper, feeling anxiety bloom in you for the first time since you started all of this. "We'll be caught."

"Thought that's what you liked," Joel murmurs. He glances to make sure Tess is still distracted before his hand is on your shoulder, pressing down gently.

"Now be a good girl for me and get on your knees."

He's rock hard through his jeans, his body like a furnace. You think of denying him but you have to admit that the risk is what makes this so hot.

You slide to your knees between he and the kitchen island, your hands going to his zipper. He stands there watching you, dark eyes taking in everything. You pause, hearing Tess move outside.

"Keep goin'," he drawls, eyes on the window. "She's still just untanglin'."

You pull him from his jeans, hard and already a bead of precome waits for you. You swipe your tongue along the head, swallowing the salty taste.

"You taste so good, Mister Miller," you whisper up at him. Joel shivers, teeth clenched as you stare up at him.

"Lemme see those tits," he rasps roughly.

You grin, pulling the fabric up and letting your tits spill out beneath your tight shirt. They hang there, nipples tight and puckered.

"Touch 'em."

You cup them, kneeling there against the island. You stare up at him, beaming as you do.

"Dirty girl on her knees, tits out for me," Joel mumbles, eyes glittering. "So eager to have me fuck her mouth."

You nod, eyes bright. All of a sudden Joel's attention is outside and you see him smiling.

"Nice job, baby."

"You like em?" Tess' voice is muffled through the glass.

"They're perfect."

Tess rustles something outside and Joel takes this opportunity to grip his thick member in his broad hand. He guides it to your mouth, dragging it along your cheek, smearing precome along in some debauched glossy trail.

He drags it along your lower lip, mouth parted in anticipation.

"Tongue."

You let your tongue hang out obediently for him. He grunts gently as he taps his heavy cock against it before withdrawing, tracing along your lips luridly. You whimper softly as he teases you.

"Please can I have it in my mouth?"

"You think you deserve it?"

"Uh huh," you nod. "Remember how good it felt in your bed? Fucking my mouth then?"

Joel stiffens, cock pulsing against your lips. He's waiting for you to make the next move, but you want him to do it. That way he's choosing it.

"Did it turn you on that I did it in the bed you share with your wife?" You ask sweetly, tongue coming to lick a gentle line along the head. "Or was it that it was a college girl who you filled with your cock?"

"The fucking mouth on you," Joel growls. And before you can do anything more he's hooked his finger along your bottom teeth and forced your jaw open. He thrusts his cock into your mouth, groaning softly as he hits the back of your throat.

Suddenly his hands are on the counter and his voice is controlled, soft even.

"Those ones might need to be replaced."

"I thought we could get those led ones people are talking about," Tess observes through the glass.

You pull off of him, nervous that she'll see your bobbing head. Terrified she'll catch you with a mouthful of her husband's fat cock.

"That could look good but they'll be a little less warm in color," Joel offers, hips shifting.

"Yeah but they'd save a lot of energy."

You think that Joel will wait until the boring conversation is over, but no. His left hand drifts under the counter casually and comes to the back of your head, urging you forward to swallow his cock again.

If you’re caught it's all his fault.

You do so without question, starting to suck. Satisfied, Joel's hand goes back onto the counter, folded with the other one. He looks contemplative as he listens to Tess observe the merits of LED lights.

"That's my good girl," Joel murmurs, eyes on the window as he nods at Tess but speaks to you. "You take it deep, wanna feel it in your throat."

You take more of him into your mouth, hearing as his hands go to grip the edge of the counter. He can't thrust, it would be too obvious. But he wants to, you can feel it.

He pulls back after a moment, looking down with a pinched expression.

"Stop," he growls. "She's coming to the back door."

You feel him tense, his voice loud so that Tess can hear outside, so close to coming in the sliding door. From that angle she can see more of the island. You wonder if she can catch a glimpse of Joel's cock hanging outside his jeans, achingly stiff and glossy with your spit.

"There's some dead bulbs near the... Yeah, you see em?" Joel asks voice a little tight. "I can get some new ones tomorrow. Can you gather those ones up baby?"

Tess is saying something back but it's muffled from the glass. She and Joel continue their conversation but all you can focus on is Joel's cock still wet with your saliva inches from your mouth.

It's not fair that you should have to wait. Your lower lip grazes the tip and you feel him jerk. His left hand comes under the counter to wave you away.

"Yeah I'll go to the store tomorrow," Joel says to Tess. "Sarah's friend said she had to mail some stuff off so I'll take her and maybe she can help me find a new set."

"Good idea."

You feel your eyes blowing wide. Joel is actually making excuses to be alone with you? Fuck you're so turned on at the thought.

Your face darts forward to take him into your mouth, drooling out the corners. He shudders, hips canting towards you briefly.

"Mhmm," Joel groans. "I like the colorful sets."

His hand is back under the island, gripping your chin and urging it to open further, forcing himself deeper into your mouth. Tess must be turned away because he looks down at you. He groans when he sees you there on your knees, mouth stuffed full of him, tits hanging out.

"Dirty girl," Joel murmurs, catching himself before he starts to ramble. "You wet?"

You give a muffled yes, your mouth stretched wide to fit all of him.

"Knew you would be. Go on and play with your pussy while you suck me off," Joel murmurs. He's surprised when you shake your head and he pulls his cock from your mouth.

"Wanna this to be about you," you explain, tongue flattening to lick him like a dripping popsicle. "You took care of me yesterday. Just wanna make you come, Mister Miller."

"Jesus," Joel whistles. "Where the fuck did you come from?"

You blush under his heated gaze. He widens his stance, face twisted in amusement.

"Go on then."

You're about to when something occurs to you and you press a kiss to the rosy head of Joel's weeping cock.

"Your wife do this for you?" You ask, curious, dragging your lower lip along the head as Joel shivers. "She swallow your cock? You come in her mouth?"

Joel shakes his head sharply, frowning. Now you know why he's so obsessed with getting his cock sucked. He doesn't get any. You lick the underside, tongue twisting over the ridges as Joel’s eyelids flutter.

"You eat her pussy like you ate mine yesterday, Mister Miller?"

Joel flushes, shaking his head again, this time looking chagrined.

"Then you really have no one to blame but yourself," you tell him, mouth curving around the head.

You'll never understand men who complain about not getting head when they never give it. If he hadn't made you come on his tongue twice yesterday you'd consider letting him hang there hard and unfulfilled.

"You're good at eating pussy," you tell him. "Should show your wife what she's been missing."

He goes to say something but you've begun taking him all into your mouth again, your tongue warm and wet. His hips try to remain still, but they feel loose as you hollow your cheeks, sucking him.

"Fuck, my good girl knows how to suck cock so well," Joel murmurs, eyes growing heavy lidded.

You smile around his cock, living for the way he's starting to sound drunk. His words thick in his mouth, his body loose. You can tell he's feeling good, he's getting close. Your hand goes to the front of his jeans, holding the denim under your grip and bobbing your head.

"What about these ones?" Tess asks through the glass and you can see the lights blink on and off, reflected against Joel's white shirt.

"Those look so good," Joel slurs. "So good, baby."

He's so close. You can hear it in his voice, in the clenching of his thighs. You bring your hand to the base of his cock and begin stroking him as you suck.

"Okay I think I'm almost done," Tess says cheerfully from outside. "Just one more strand. Whadda ya think of these ones, Joel?"

She must hold them to the window at the same time your tongue flicks the head of his cock lightly, a moan escaping you when you feel Joel's cock twitch in your mouth.

"Fuck yeah," Joel groans out.

You feel him spill into your mouth, coating your tongue with his warm spend. He's nodding at Tess, hips shifting to fuck your mouth.

"Fuck yeah, baby," Joel exclaims, slamming his hand against the counter as he comes. "That's exactly what I wanted."

You swallow every drop, mouth curling into a smile that he doesn't see. He's smiling at his giggling wife and you're shocked when you feel a stab of jealousy go through you at the sight.

"I've never seen you get so into lights before."

"They look so good," Joel punches out as you lick him clean. "I love ‘em."

"Well I love you, Joel."

You frown, eyes downcast as they speak sweetly to one another through the window. For some reason this doesn't feel as fun as before.

You wait for Joel to put himself back into his jeans and for Tess to turn away before you scurry away back to the guest room.

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You tell Sarah you're concerned that you're coming down with a cold and stay in the guest room for the rest of the day. You just don't want to have to look at Joel and Tess, to see the way he gazes at her.

Sarah comes by to check on you a few times, concerned. She tells you about her time with Charlie and how they're so in love. Seems everyone is so in love these days.

You have a long, warm shower and crawl into bed, hair still damp. You read your shitty romance novel that you bought for the trip and you eventually fall asleep.

You wake up what must be hours later considering how dry your hair is. There's a gentle creaking and low voices coming from the room next door.

Joel's room.

You can't help but be intrigued. Their bedroom has been very quiet since you arrived. You roll over closer to the wall, pressing your ear there and holding your breath.

You hear it, the unmistakable sound of Joel's groans, but muffled as he kisses his wife.

"Shhh," Tess giggles breathlessly through the wall. "Sarah's friend will hear!"

"Nah she won't," Joel rumbles. "These walls are thick. 'Sides, she's asleep."

You hold your breath, eyes wide in the darkness. You listen to them kiss for what feels like forever, prickles of jealousy stabbing you all over. You listen as he fingers her to climax and you feel your thighs tightening, pressing together a slick accumulates there.

You think you'll manage. You think it's possible that this will be over soon but then there's a new sound. A wet, kissing sound but Tess is mewling, her voice high and reedy.

"Joel... Your tongue!"

He's going down on her. Just like you told him to.

Tess is whimpering his name, trying to be quiet. But you're bed is pressed against the wall tight. You hear every gasp, every moan every shudder as she begs him to go faster.

"Patience, baby.”

At the sound of Joel's voice low and syrupy your fingers thrust under your sleep shorts, sliding along your slippery clit. You arch immediately, ear pressed tightly to the wall.

"Why have we never done this before?" She cries out, breathless. "Feels so fucking good."

"Dunno," comes Joel's rumbled response. Then he must be licking and sucking because Tess is groaning.

You hear the bed creak as she arches, and you can imagine her thighs trembling around his ears. The bed starts to knock into the wall, thudding loudly beside your head.

"C'mon baby," Joel murmurs. "Come on my tongue like a good girl."

The way he says good girl curls around your abdomen, pulling the orgasm from you. Even though it's not meant for you, even though his mouth buried in his wife's cunt, you feel your entire body go rigid and then you come with a whimpering moan.

"Did you hear something?" Tess asks and you slap a hand over your mouth, tilting your head away from the wall.

Joel's voice is low and measured. "Nope."

"Joel lemme do the same for you," you hear Tess panting through the walls after she comes. "You just made me feel so fucking good."

"Nah baby," you can hear Joel panting. "Wanted to just make you feel good tonight. As a thank you for all you did to make Christmas special this year."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

“Okay, well I'm gonna go have a shower."

"Okay."

You feel so jealous right now you could scream. Tess gets to sleep beside Joel after her shower. She gets to have his arms around her, bodies warm under the blanket. And now she gets to come on his tongue whenever she wants because of your big mouth!

You glance up when a shaft of light falls over the bed. The door is closed softly and before you can turn a figure crawls onto the bed next to you. A large hand covers your mouth and a familiar scent floats over you: soap and wood shavings.

Your nightgown is being dragged up and his hand is going between your legs, feeling your release from earlier.

"I fucking knew it," Joel rasps quietly in your ear. "Knew I heard you."

You try to shrug him off, irritated for some unknown reason. But then you feel his cock, still hard in the small of your back.

"Saved my come for you," Joel says into your neck. "Wanted to paint this pussy."

He pulls your thigh up over his, pressing himself inside you from behind as he holds you against him. You've never fucked like this, side by side. You wish you could see him.

"Gotta do this quick," he rasps, sliding his palms along the smooth of your legs as he starts to pump into you. He immediately stops when the rhythmic creaking of the bed begins.

"Fuck."

He pulls off the bed abruptly loosening you. You think he's leaving and you twist to face him. But he's standing there beside your bed, naked and stroking himself and casting furtive looks at the door. The shower is still running.

"Floor."

You scramble off the bed, falling to your knees into the carpet as he slips down to lay on his back. Before he can ask you’re perching over his abdomen.

"Please let me ride you?"

He nods, stretching his arms out behind his head.

"Go on and bounce on it like a good girl."

And you do. Despite everything you ride him hard, your knees rubbing against the carpet as you rise and fall on his cock. You work fast, knowing that Tess could be done at any second.

Joel watches all of this with glittering eyes, his wide hands coming to spread your thighs wider so he can see your clit glossy and buried in the wiry hairs at the base of his cock.

"There she goes," he rasps quietly with a wolfish grin up at you. "C'mon baby. Take my come. Saved it all for you."

You hold back the groans of your second orgasm, covering your mouth with your hand. Joel follows quickly after, hands on your hips, slamming his cock up into you as he holds you in place.

You feel him release into you, warm spurts that make him shudder a groan between your breasts, his mouth kissing there before he pulls back.

You move off of him, legs shaky. He pulls back the covers of the bed, watching you nestle in there.

"You go to sleep with my come inside you like a good little slut," he whispers huskily in your ear. "Tomorrow I have a treat planned for us."

He kisses your temple much to your surprise and delight. He sneaks out back to the bedroom just as the squeak of the shower ceases.

You drift off to sleep then, thoughts of Joel and his mouth invading your dreams, haunting them.

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sturniololoco · 4 months

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Period Problems

Chris Sturniolo x fem reader

Warnings: periods?

Summary: You weren’t feeling your best due to your period, and Chris makes you feel better.

Y/N’s POV

You don’t know how I got to this position, but I was now upside down on the couch watching a hallmark movie. Being on your period always hurts, and some crazy sitting positions always ease your pain.

It was late, and Matt, Nick, and Chris were out filming a car visit video and getting dinner from McDonald’s. I texted my boyfriend from my position on the couch,

“Are u still at McDonald’s?”

“Yah, need anything??” He replied after about a minute.

“Can I getta chocolate milkshake plzzzzz” I texted back.

“Ofc mama u need anything else?”

“Nope! 😘”

I’m still upside down on the couch when the boys walk upstairs,hold bags of food.

Matt just gives me a look, but Nick says,

“Y/N, should I even ask what the fuck you’re doing?”

“No, probably not.” I respond, to which he just shakes his head and goes to get his food.

Chris comes up the stairs a moment later, holding, what I assume is his Pepsi, and my milkshake.

I immediately turn right side up and roll up my sleeves, clapping my hands like a child.

“Well isn’t someone excited!” He laughs and walks over to me, handing me my milkshake and kissing me on the head. Chris goes to get his food and comes to sit next to me, the other two boys filling in on the couch where there’s room.

“Y/N, you know we all love you, but can we please change this shit?” Mat says, referencing the hallmark movie playing on the tv.

“ugh I guess so.” I said, tossing him the remote. He changed it to a new show that he wants us all to watch, and we all eat our chicken nuggets.

I end up with my head in Chris’s lap while he’s still sitting up in the couch. Normally I would be super comfy in Chris’s Fresh Love track suit I’m in right now, but my cramps just won’t go away. I try to reposition myself, but I end up sucking in a sharp breath at the pain.

Chris’s POV

About halfway through the movie, I hear Y/N gasp and hold her stomach.

Then i finally realize that she must be on her period. That explains the weird positions, the chocolate milkshake, and the craps.

I slowly take my hand and move her arms from around her. I replace them with my hand, sliding it up her sweatshirt and lightly massaging her stomach.

She lets out a little sigh of relief and snuggles closer to me.

Y/N’s POV

I feel Chris’s hand make their way under my sweatshirt and my cramps almost immediately feel better. His big hands cover my whole stomach, and their warmth soothes my aching tummy. I snuggle into him, so thankful to have a boyfriend like Chris, who always knows exactly what to do.

This was kinda rushed, but I low key rly needed this rn 😭 hope yall like it. I should be able to post one more before the end of the night but I’m still not sure

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bucky-barnes-lover · 7 months

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Kinktober day 15: Kinks listed below

Fic: Sebastian Stan

Daddy turned Father:

Dad to be!Sebastian Stan x Wife!reader

Warnings: Slight pregnancy kink, Cursing, SMUT 18+, Pregnancy talk, Going to the Doctor's (Does that even count?)

W.C: 1305

I figure this didn't turn out great but I've had a busy week and I'm tired so, if u like it please re blog. Thanks

I'm sick. Really sick. Every Morning for the past 2 weeks I've been waking up with a horrible stomach ache and the need to vomit. I haven't told Sebastian though since he's been away filming for the past couple weeks. But, doing the logical thing I went to the doctor.

"So y/n, I think we'll do an ultrosound just to make sure you don't have a stomach bug or something anymore serious. You did however pass all the blood, heart and senses tests with flying colours so it cannot be anything got to do with your brain." Said the doctor.

"Thank goodness! I love my brain." I replied sarcastically.

"I'm sure most of us do y/n"

Dr. Mayladd led me over to the ultrasound room as she handed me a blue papery hospital gown. Addressing me to remove my shirt and put the gown on instead.

"Gosh that's scratchy" I complained making my way over to the examination chair, leaning back as far as the chair would go.

"You'll only have to wear it for a couple minutes, I'm sure you can handle that"

"Of course doctor" I moaned playfully, causing a small laugh to escape the Dr's perfect red lips.

"I'm going to spread some jelly on your stomach okay, it'll be a little bit cold but it won't be for long okay"

"Sure" I answered, boredom creeping into my voice.

"Oh y/n. You sound like an annoyed teenager, brighten up a bit. You could either get home to your husband knowing you have bowel cancer or are expecting a baby." She told me, sounding a little bit too enthusiastic talking about cancer.

"Yeah, thanks but I'd rather not have either"

"You don't want children?" The Dr asked me, sounding a little less excited.

I let out a loud sigh before explaining to the Dr exactly what I was thinking.

"Yes, I do. I do want children. It's just that Sebastian has been away filming for a good while and we never really discussed when we would want to start a family. So I'm not sure if this is the right time."

Dr. Mayland rubbed some cold blue jelly over my stomach, through the hole that was cut in a circle right over the tummy. Then she connected a couple wires to an ultrasound remote, which kind of took the shape of a jade roller, just thicker and electronic. She started rolling the remote across my stomach spreading the jelly with it.

Eyes focused on the computer machine as the remote scanned my skin. Suddenly a small shape, about the size of a blueberry came into view.

It was undeniably a baby.

"Well, you are pregnant and it looks as if you're about 7 weeks along. Would you like me to print off the photos?"

Said Dr. Mayladd as she continued scanning over my stomach.

"Yes please." I responded, overwhelmed at the fact that I am carrying a child.

"OK. Give me a second to do that."

The Dr. responded, a few seconds later I heard a faint buzzing sound and then she turned around to face me. A roll of what looked like Polaroids in her hand. Putting them in a small box, along with a card before she handed it to me. With a note of congratulations, I left the Dr's office.

The drive home was stressful. The radio was playing 'Starlight' by Taylor Swift. One of my favorite songs, but I couldn't pay attention to it. Crazy thoughts running through my brain. What if Seb doesn't want kids right now, What if the pregnancy goes wrong. What if, what if, was all I could think of right now.

As I arrived home, I almost drove away, seeing my husband's car in the driveway. Shit. How do I tell him?

Leaving all my thoughts in the backseat of the car, I unlocked the front door. Immediately greeted by soft kisses escalating down my neck.

"Hi baby." "How are you?" I asked him as he pecked my lips.

"I'm good. You?" He questioned, pointing towards the doctor's receipt in my hand.

"Oh, Well." I hesitated, struggling to find the words to say to him. Not knowing if I should even tell him right now.

"Well, I'm pregnant."

Sebastian stared at me for a couple seconds, clearly starstruck by the news that he's going to be a father.

"Y/n. Are you serious?"

"Yes. That's why I went to the doctor today. I've been sick almost every morning since you were away, which is ironic now that I think about it. Considering we had a pretty fun night a couple days before you went off for shooting."

"But yeah, I'm 7 weeks along." I uttered anxiously.

"Shit y/n. We're gonna be parents."

Sebastian yelled, happiness clear in his tone and visible in his full smile.

"That is if you want to keep it." He added on, seeing my scared expression.

"Yes, baby, I want to keep it, I'm just scared. We haven't really discussed this much, since you've been away a lot." I expressed.

"Doll, there is nobody else I would rather have children with than you. I love you with all my heart, please acknowledge that." He reasoned.

"Now. We have to celebrate" Sebastian continued.

Picking me up and carrying me up the stairs to our shared bedroom.

Running to the bed, I undress into my bra and panties, my husband doing the same.

"Babydoll, I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll have another baby in you soon enough" He chuckled as he unclipped my bra. Grabbing my breasts in his hands, kneading them as he trailed kisses up and down my neck.

Sweet moans escaped my lips all the while Sebastian sucked on the sensitive skin along my neck. I reached down to his groin and palmed him through his boxers, earning a desperate moan from him. Dropping to his knees, towering over me he grabbed my underwear, tugging as I lifted up my hips letting them slide down. Feeling Sebastian's rough fingers slide along my slit, into my wet hole.

"Damn Mama. You're so wet already. Wonder how well you could take my cock" He muttered, adding a second finger into my entrance. Pumping in and out. My moans grew more desperate as he pumped faster inside of me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I knew he could feel I was close, because he stopped just as I was on the verge of cumming.

"Ahh. Seb, what was that for" I moaned out, annoyed at his act.

"Not so fast mama. Don't you think I would let you cum that easily without you cumming all over my cock." He growled.

Removing his boxers, he lined himself up with my entrance before thrusting his hips slowly. I groaned, feeling myself stretch as he worked his thick cock through me.

"Oh Seb" I moaned as he thrusted into me harder and harder. Hitting the right spot each and every time.

"Fuck Mama, you're so tight for me." He moaned. Bucking his hips against my own as his thrusts became much, much harder. Digging even deeper into me. Causing me to scream out his name. "Fuck Sebastian!!" I screamed, the pleasure almost too much. I felt Sebastian's fingers trace over my sensitive clit. Rubbing it in a soft circular motion.

My pussy clenched around his cock. So tight and so close. Sebastian's finger grazed my clit one more time, sending me over the edge. A couple moments later, after one last deep thrust, Sebastian came inside me.

"Fuck babydoll. You feel so good" He moaned, still working his cock inside me. I only moaned in response. The pleasure was overwhelming.

If this was what pregnancy would be like, I don't know why I'd be so scared, becoming a mum.

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starsomens · 8 months

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OKAY SO! I LOVED YOUR BABY FIC!!! I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!

would a part 2 be possible like in the newborn phase? Bringing them home, getting used to having a baby at home now and all?Bonus for postpartum help from Noah!

Drabble or head cannons, whatever makes you comfortable!

P.S THANK YOU FOR THIS PAGE!!!

Note: I mean it when I said Im a sucker for these, and I'm happy you enjoy yourself here! I'll make this linked to the other fic I made! So baby girl here

"I can grab her and you can get the bags," you off taking your seat belt off once you pulled into your driveway

"If you can get out of the car on your own, then yes you can get her" he knew you couldn't. So you just pouted and rolled your eyes

"Fine, fine I'll wait" you surrender

"Thank you, I'll grab her and come to get you alright?" you nod as you watch him come out of the car. You look in the backseat to see your baby girl sleeping peacefully. Noah opens the door and smiles at the small bundle

"Hey princess, we're home" he says softly as he starts to unbuckle her car seat from the car. He lifts the over to shield her from the sun and carefully lifts her out and shuts the door, he comes to the passenger side and opens the door for you. He gives you his hand and you slowly come out of the car

"Awh what a gentleman" you tease him as you as he helps you to the door. You unlock the door and walk in first as Noah comes in behind and closes the door. He helps you over to the sofa and sits down the baby carrier on the couch next to you.

“ I’m gonna go get the rest of the bags” he says, leaving you in the living room for just a moment to go and finish things up in the car. In the meantime, you look over to your tiny little bundle. You unfasten the belts and watch as her small feature stretch in a yawn, your heart aches in the best way possible. You carefully lift her out of her care seat. You watch as she does the newborn scrunch and brought her to your chest.

The front door closes and Noah goes into the kitchen. He washes his hands and comes back. He sits next to you and kisses your head.

“…it’s really starting huh?” He asks looking at the baby curled in your chest.

“Yeah it really is…now there’s 3 living here” his tattooed finger comes to gently brush her cheek

“Hey babygirl…welcome home” he smiles in the softest voice as to not startle her. She nuzzles her face into your chest as she looks back at Noah with her eyes slightly open. Her new environment bright and welcoming. Noah’s arms circle your waist coming close to you both

“Hey beautiful….look at those pretty eyes” he smiled at her

“Why don’t you hold her Noah ?” You ask lifting her off your chest

“W-wait but she’s so comfy..i-I don’t wanna bother her or-“

“Noah….hold your baby. She wants her papa to hold her” you insist trying to reassure him. He fixed his posture and opened his arms like you showed him. You gently place the baby into his arms, or hands rather since they could hold her completely and securely.

He looked at her closely and observed every feature possible. Your lips, his nose and your eyes…his favorite thing. Her beautiful, innocent eyes stare right back at his. He felt his heart leap, sink and burst all at the same Time. He brings her to close to his face and gently bumps his nose against her. A tiny gummy smirk appears on his lips that was a carbon copy of her father’s.

“Oh god” he sniffled as his voice broke a bit, he looks to you with teary eyes “Y/N….i…I love her so much” he expresses

“Awh Noah” you wipe his tears with your thumb “I love her too. And I love you”

———

“Alright sweetheart, full tummy, clean diaper, now it’s time to sleep” you talk to your baby as you finish feeding her and got her ready for bed. Noah INSISTS on having her bassinet in your room until she was old enough to be moved to her bigger crib.

You lay her down on Noah’s side of the bed instead of yours. He wanted you to rest as much as you could. If she woke up at night he’d calm her down or she had to eat he’d just hand her over. He wanted to be absolutely hands on and there every second he could.

As you both lay down for the night. Noah smiles at the tiny being sleeping soundly and smiled. He turns to you and brings you to his chest.

“Thank you for this Y/N. I know it wasn’t easy but I’m so happy we could have our family together”

“I am too. It just….feels so right. Goodnight moonlight” you whisper

“Goodnight sunshine” with one final kiss you drift off into sleep.

About 3 hours later, your baby wakes up with a sharp cry waking you both. Noah turns over and takes your baby, making sure nothing was wrong.

“Is she okay?” You ask rubbing your eyes

“Just fine. I think she just needs a diaper change. I got it” he whispered taking her to the changing table and putting her in a clean one. You stayed in bed with your eyes close but not rlly asleep. Your eyelids too heavy to stay open. You felt Noah’s weight in the bed again but he doesn’t lay down.

You crack your eye open to see him rocking Y/D/N and quietly humming to her. Knowing it would put her right to sleep. She always loved her father’s voice, even when you were pregnant. You smile and close your eyes once again knowing how loved and cared for your baby was.

———

The next morning was fairly peaceful. You had tried getting up to go and use the bathroom, but the labor did take a toll on you. You shook Noah awake and had asked him to help you with the bathroom.

“I’m sorry for waking you up” you apologize as he helps you to stand slowly

“Don’t be sorry, this is the least I can do for you.” He said giving your forehead a kiss. He helps you to the bathroom, prepares your pad, and wash bottle. He really paid attention and asked questions at the hospital making sure he knew how to care for you both while you recovered. So if he had to help you walk places. Anywhere. Needed help in the bathroom? He’ll grab your little care box. Need a nap or two? He’s got the baby strapped to him already.

He knew what you went through, and this was just the bare minimum he could do. Knowing he could do so much more but for now he’ll stick to what you ask for help with. After your done in the bathroom. You both brush your teeth and go down stares to make coffee. You take the baby monitor with you just to be sure. Once she was awake you both went upstairs to get her and get her ready for the day.

“GoodMorning my love” you say softly lifting her from her bassinet. She makes small puckering noises, knowing it was just about time to feed her. You both walk to her nursery and you sat down to feed her. While you fed her Noah looked through the closet and pulled out some outfits for her

“What about this one?”

“Mmm maybe something a lil warmer since it’s getting chilly out

“Good point, oh here we go! Nice and cozy! And cute, since you know, daddy picked it for her. He smiles

After feeding Noah took a spin at dressing Her. His large hands trying to keep the turnt buttons under control. After a few misplaced buttons, and tummy kisses she was dressed and fed! Ready for the day! Noah takes her in his hands and follows you out to the kitchen again. He rocked her while on FaceTime with the boys

“Look at you, a natural huh?” Jolly smiled at the scene “who would have thought Noah would have a kid first? This is the same person singing dethrone on stage” he jokes

“Ha ha very funny, but anyway look at how cute my little girl is” he said bringing her closer to the camera

“Well she definitely has your sleeping face that’s for sure” Nick chuckled

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” He asked

“Oh nothing nothing. So you said next month would be good?” Nick asked

“Yup, 30 days with just us and the baby and you guys are more than welcome to come” he confirmed. He wanted her to be settled in a routine and environment before anyone came over. Even though the boys had visited the hospital to see you both, seeing her at home would be so much better. “Just make sure, no cologne, wash your hands, don’t get sick, wear soft clothes-“

Yes Noah was very protective of her an wanted things to go absolutely right.

“Noah I think they know what to do” you chuckle parring his back and waving to the guys on screen

“How are you feeling Y/N? Can you walk?” Folio asked

“Eh barely but I can move so I’m doing good” you try and be honest

“Good, I’ll make sure to remind Noah to get you your favorite foods” jolly pointed at Noah making him accountable

“Hey, last time I checked, I put her” he said pointed at the baby and then to her “in her! I can take care of both my girls juuust fine”

It seemed as if the conversation had put her right to sleep. Noah ends the call with congratulations and best wishes and goes to set her down in the rocker while you both had breakfast.

“It’s only the first day and it feels like….forever ago” you admit keeping an eye on the rocker

“I know,” Noah agreed “it’s like you told me you were pregnant last week and now that pregnancy is sleeping right in front of us.” He admits

“…you’re ans amazing father you know that?” You compliment him

“Well of course I am” he said more in a joking tone

“No I’m very serious Noah” you repeat “ you’ve been helping me postpartum, you’ve been an attentive fathers. You’re gentle and patient…..I don’t deserve you” you pour coming around to give him a hug and a kiss

He shakes his head “I’m the one who’s lucky. I have a beautiful wife and beautiful daughter. I’m not letting that go so easily. I want to take care of you both, you’re both my entire world.” He said being you into a hug “you know I’d burn the world down for you and her” he whispered against your skin

“And I’d burn it for you….ans her” you whisper back. His eyes meet yours.

“I love you” he says coming in for a kiss. It was slow, deep and gentle and loving. The kind of kiss to slow down time, to leave you dazed, the type where he pours out all his heart to you. After you pull away your rest your forehead against his and whisper

“I love you too”

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newtonsheffield · 3 months

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Okay. So I’ve finally read all of the snippets for the Bodyguard au and as always, chef’s kiss. I just really love the idea that even after Kate and Ant admit they love one another, not everything is magically fixed. Particularly with Anthony’s injury after getting shot.

Like, who’s in the room with him when the doctors tell him? Is this yet another moment when Violet blows up at Kate? What are Anthony’s thoughts immediately after he hears the news? What are Kate’s?

The angst is so real and I love it so much.

Oh it’s a rough day for all of them. It’s the day after Kate and Anthony have decided to let the palace officially announce their relationship and Violet is still feeling very anti-Monarchy. One particular member of the monarchy to be specific so there was already a lot of tension in the hospital room before Anthony got the news.

“Well, look on the bright side.” Anthony cleared his throat and Kate’s chest ached. “You can finally sleep on my left arm without me complaining about getting pins and needles.”

Kate bit back tears, guilt welling in her chest. “That’s not funny, Anthony. This isn’t funny.”

“No. It’s not.” Anthony sighed and Kate could have sworn she could see the beginnings of what terrified her. He’d resent her one day, for this. He’d resent her for the life they were living and all the sacrifices he’d have to make and most of all for the price he’d paid for saving her life. But this wasn’t about her. It wasn’t about how she was feeling.

“I’m sorry.”

Anthony shook his head, leaning his forehead against hers. “Don’t do that. Don’t. This is not your fault.”

“You shouldn’t be worried about me.”

“I would do it again. Even if I knew what would happen, I would do it again, Kate. And sure, my life’s going to be different and it might be a bit harder but please don’t think I blame you for this.”

Kate took a deep breath, swiping at her tears, “I just… I’m sorry. You’re dealing with this huge thing and I’m such a spoiled brat I’ve made it all about me.”

Anthony sighed, pulling his arm tighter around her waist, “I’m okay. I’m a little bit scared and this is going to mean changes for me but I’m going to recover. I’m going to get better. I have you, I have my family and I’m not sorry. I’m going to have a pretty amazing life. Your Dad basically told me yesterday I better marry you. He was very scary, but I’m excited.”

“We;;, he didn’t have to wear the crown.” Kate sighed, leaning her chin against his shoulder. “Even if it was just the small one. I’m excited to start our life together, we can go out to eat in restaurants now. We can share one iced coffee like people on instagram do. Oat milk obviously, your tummy gets sore.”

Anthony smiled, “You’re looking after me already.”

“I intend to take very good care of you during this recovery. You’re going to heal too fast. The doctors will be shocked.”

“Can’t wait, baby.”

Even so, Kate can’t stop the guilt in her chest when she goes outside to get Anthony a snack from the vending machine and she sees Anthony’s mother who’d left to update his brothers and sisters hours ago, her stare hard on Kate. Mrs Bridgerton had tears streaming down her cheeks and her shoulders are shuddering with her gasps.

“Mrs Bridgerton?”

“Of course you’re still here.”

Kate hated how small she felt taking the seat beside Anthony’s mother, the worst things she’d thought about herself and their relationship reflected back at her. “Mrs Bridgerton. This is a very difficult time, and-”

“And you’re looking for an excuse to leave him, now? You want me to tell him? Is that it?”

Kate stared at her, crossing her arms over her chest. “You don’t have a very good opinion of me do you?”

“It’s not about you. I’m scared for my son.” She said sharply, “I waited every day for him to come home when he was in the army. I cried, and I waited by the phone and I was relieved when he came back. And then he took that job and I was still a little relieved because I thought how dangerous is it really? How bad could it be. And now he’s nearly died. He’s lost the use of his arm and all for a woman who could break him even more. He nearly died for you. What else would he do?”

Kate nodded slowly, “I’m sorry this happened to him. I never wanted him to- I would rather he let me get shot. You don’t have to believe me now but I love your son. I want to marry him, I want us to have children together, I want an entire life with him. Like I said earlier: I’d never ask him to choose between me and your family. I’d let him go long before that. I hope you won’t ask him not to pick me.”

“I…” She trailed off. “I hope you’re telling the truth, about loving him. He’s not the kind of person who gets over things like this.”

“Neither am I.” Kate said firmly, “You’ll believe me someday. I’m going to be by his side as long as he wants me. We royals don’t really do anything anyway do we?”

Mrs Bridgerton chuckled a little, swiping at her tears, “I respect you just a little for standing up to me. Just don’t let him eat too much dairy, he pretends it doesn’t but it gives him a tummy ache.”

“I know it does.” Kate hummed, leaning back in her chair. “I’ve had to buy oat milk for him. It’s a rich person trend I’d hoped never to get into honestly.”

“If you hurt him I’ll hurt you. I don’t care who you are.”

“I respect that.”

“Good. At least we can respect one another.”

#bodyguard au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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thewritersaddictions · 4 months

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Drabbles: Resident Evil 4- Body Talk

How might they react when they find out you don't like something about yourself?

Leon S. Kennedy

Leon is the sunshine, optimist, glass half full in your relationship. He's even like that when you tell him you're pregnant; even if he's gotta be the government work dog, he won't let that stop him from having a family. Your pregnancy goes bad; your baby comes out with all ten fingers and ten toes. The problem is it doesn't go to plan. You had been hoping for an at-home birth, but plans changed. Instead, your baby girl had decided that she didn't want to come out before her due date or even on her due date. She had opted to put you in a whole day's worth of labor, and that's when the doctors had called it. "We need to do a c-section." The plea of shock and unpreparedness was written all over your face, and your husband could see it.

"If that's what's best." He had said, and squeezed your hand. "it will be okay, baby." He had noted into your sweaty forehead. You don't remember much from your emergency c-section. You remember hearing your daughter scream and how beautiful she was when you saw her for the first time. Weeks later, you still think the same thing. It not until you're showering a month later does the reality of how fucked your body looks now hit you like a semi-truck into a brick wall.

You stand there in your panties and supportive bra. You aren't staring at yourself in the mirror. You're just staring at your no longer large belly. The c-section wound is still exposed to the air around, and you hold your hand over your belly. It aches and hurts. Leon comes in with your daughter in his arms. Lola, your whole world alerts you to their presence, and you try to grab your robe quickly. "What's wrong, baby?" Your husband acts like you; he reads people for a living, really, so you aren't surprised that you aren't able to just walk away from it. "Just lookin' at myself is all." You say as you tie the knot of your robe covering your body from him.

"You don't have to hide from me, ya know." Leon's words are soft and calming, but still, you can't imagine him looking at you the same ever again. That's because you don't see yourself the same way anymore. "Where do you keep going? Talk to me, love." Leon says as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed. Lola babbling in her sleep. You swallow hard as the tears you've been trying to keep at bay strike their revenge on you. "My body isn't normal anymore, my tummy won't ever be falt again, and I'll always have this damn scar, Leon." You ramble on, "I hate this feeling. You're doing all the work. I want to help, but I can't." Leon just listens and waits for you to finish. When you huff with frustration he knows you're done. "Baby, will you take a breath for a second." He says, and you do take a breath a deep inhale and exhale.

"Now, will you listen to me when I say what I'm about to say?" You nod, "You are beautiful to me, and I know that's not how you view yourself. I also know that you grew our baby girl here. You literally made a life." You interrupt him, "Hey, you helped too." You say giving your husband credit. Leon rolls his eyes, "Yeah, I did, but I don't want you to worry about trying to help right now. You need to heal, and like I said, you did all the work to get her here in the world. So please worry about healing and taking the time you need. I'm tellin' you right now, though, and I'll still keep lovin' your body no matter what." Leon admits to you. You bite your lower lip to hold the tears back. He gets up from the edge of the bed and walks over to you, kissing your lips. "Day by day, honey." You nod and kiss him back.

Albert Wesker

Albert had a strict dress code for working with him. White button-ups, paired with a black pencil skirt, expect you didn't fit the dress code. The dress code had been there for years before you arrived; you almost laughed in Alberts's face when he hired you as his secretary. Of course, it had grown into something else when he had asked you on a date and then another. Before you knew it, he asked you to move in with him. Still, you worked as his secretary. He liked how you filled out a pair of jeans, so he didn't mind spending your lunch break with him at a fancy restaurant or delivering meals.

The dress code only bothers you once you hear the other women working in the office commenting and talking about you. Their words are hurtful and strike something in your core. "She's such a charity case. That's the only reason he's with her. He feels bad for her." "I know, right? He could do so much better. Hell, she doesn't even follow the damn dress code." "It's because of her weight. You can see how fat she is in her face." You bee-line back to your desk outside of Albert's office. You shake your head as you sit in your chair. They might be right, though all your jeans are worn out between the thighs. Maybe you are just a charity case to Albert.

"Come on, darling, it's time to go home," Albert says as he exits his office. "Okay." You murmur quietly. You're quick to grab your things, and Albert waits for you patiently at the elevator doors. Waiting only causes more panic to settle in your body. "I think we should take the stairs." You say quickly. "why?" Albert asks, almost offended you'd suggest the stairs compared to the elevator. "I just thought it would be good for both of us since we've been cooped up in the office." You say but are distracted by the ding of the elevator doors opening. "Maybe next time, darling." When you arrive home, Albert tells you that he's making dinner. But you aren't listening, opting for listening to the words playing ring around the rosey in your head.

"Darling, dinners done," Albert yells across the large apartment. He has to come find you. You're sitting in your closet. Jeans and clothes surrounding you. "Did you not hear me?" "Huh." "Come to eat dinner with me." He says once more before reaching his hand for you to grab. You don't take it and push yourself up from the ground. Your whole demeanor sets all the alarms off for Albert, but he's trying not to guess the worst thing first. He follows you tot he dinning room, and when you play with your food instead of eating it sets off my alarms.

"Are you feeling alright, darling?" He asks, worried. "I'm alright, just not hungry tonight, is all." You tell him, "Okay." Albert says, even if he doesn't believe you. The next day, when he calls you into his office and offers you lunch, you deny him again, and before he can't a word in edgewise, you're back out at your desk. This morning had also been different. You had worn something less you to work. You had stiffed through all your clothes in search of a pencil skirt and a nice blouse. It's when he ventures out and hears his employyees talking amoungest themselves and hears your name that it clicks.

"Did you see she tried today, at least?" "yeah, but it's not like she looks good." "Mr. Wesker probably wasn't gonna take it much longer, and she is trying to get back in his good graces." "Well, let's be honest, nothing will fit her lookin' as fat as she does." Albert is seething, itching to catch them in the middle of gossiping, but he's far more concerned about where you are. That's when you come popping out of the stairwell. "My office now!" he demands the second he sees you. You scramble to get together and to his office before his door slams. "what's wrong, Albert?" Worry is etched in your voice. "what's wrong? What's wrong? You haven't been eating for the past two days, and what are you wearing?" About way too many questions are hurdled in your direction. "What do you mean? I told you I haven't been hungry, and I'm wearing what's in the dress code for the company." I say.

"That's such bullshit. What happened to your comfy jeans and t-shirts?" You shrugged, not really knowing what to say to him. "I guess I… wanted to change it up." You offer, but Albert shakes his head. "No, I know you; I know that wearing those fucking pencil skirts gives you horrible chub rub between your thighs and that you feel ten times better in your own jeans. So you are going to tell me the truth about why you're suddenly not eating and changing everything about yourself." Albert demands you. You fumble with your hands, "I overheard some girls talking about you and me and how you might think I'm a charity case, along with my weight being an issue. I thought maybe I could get better. Change a few things so you wouldn't wanna leave me."

Your words are raw, and so is the look of utter anger steaming under the sadness of you thinking you are enough for him. "Listen to me and listen real good. I like… no, I love the way your body is, and I like the fact that you don't wear all the preppy shit the others wear. I want your ass in a good pair of jeans and an old college t-shirt. I love you when you're comfortable, and about the leaving part, that's never happening. Because unlike those dimwits out there with their personality shoved up their asses. You've got everything I need."

You smile wide as you walk across his office and hug him. He hugs you back, "I know you wanna go fire thoses people, but you can't." You say into his ear, "No, but I can fuck right here and let you be as loud as you want so everyone you belong to me." Albert offers, you blush hard, "You can fire one of them!" "Nah, they're not worth it anyways."

Completed on: 11/16/23

Posted on: 02/04/24

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purrplegyuu · 5 months

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Cold | Choi Beomgyu

Index

Chapter five

Warnings: beomgyu's not soft anymore, explicit content, not finished smut, reader crying while having sex.

Word count: 1.5k

Taglist: @arianap23e, @haatohwa

Hii! I've been really busy this week, that's why I uploaded the chapter one day after I should. So sorry.

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When I received a message from Beomgyu ten minutes ago asking me to go to his room as soon as possible, I was hoping nothing but to see him being soft again. I was at Jiwoo’s house when that happened.

I told her I needed to go—even if she said she missed me at school on Monday, even if I was helping her with one of the maths topics she asked for because she knows I saw that topic last year, even if she asked me not to leave; I left, walking home with a weird excitement I only have when I want something good to happen but I deeply know something wrong will happen.

Beomgyu looks at me darkly when I finally get home. He’s silent one more time, but I don’t feel this softness from yesterday. I walk towards him, although I’m never the one getting close to him. “You took so long,” He hisses. “I’m sorry, I was at-” He interrupts me. “Take off your clothes” I look at him, suddenly trembling while my heart aches like a knife has just sunk into it. I hardly swallow as a knot appears in my throat. “I’ll be waiting in my room” He goes upstairs, leaving me all alone and making me feel guilty, like I’ve done something wrong. I go to my room first, taking my clothes off and letting them in my bed, turning around to see myself in the full body mirror of my room. Why do I feel so bad if I love him that much? Maybe because I don’t want him to fuck me once again—because I don’t want to know that I’m nothing but a whore. His whore. Then, why am I walking towards his room? Why don’t I run away as fast as I can? Do I even need to?... He’s never forced me to do anything… I have always been the one forcing myself. Because I love him. I wonder if this strength I have been trying to forge in order to show myself I have at least a bit of self-love has faded because of those short moments of softness I passed by his side. When I stand right in front of him, quiet and trembling… I understand that I’m under his power once again. He looks at me from his chair. His eyes move from my neck, my small breasts, my arms, my belly button, my thin legs, and my hips. I almost believe he loves me. That’s the moment he tells me to walk towards him. I don’t even mind closing the door as I already know our parents aren’t home and aren’t going to be home until it’s late and until we’re over. He looks at me, lifting his face since he is still sitting on his chair. His hands land on my hips, right before he pulls me a little bit closer just to leave a kiss on my lower abdomen. A chill runs down my back. He takes my hand with his right hand while the other one holds my hip, guiding me towards his lap. Each leg on each side of his body. He hugs my waist now, and I find support on the back of the chair. His lips meet my cheek. Then, he kisses my neck a few times, some more kisses on my clavicles and shoulder, and all I can think about is if he’s going to kiss me—because it is strangely what we do the least. His black skinny jeans meet my slit, making me moan highly because of the scratchy fabric against my sensitive skin and also because of the sudden contact. He looks down as his hands make me move above him, back and forward, not giving me time to get used to it. I feel my cunt drooling above him, wetting his jeans until there’s a dark patch on his jeans. He unbuttons his jeans, lowering along with his boxers just a little bit, until his dick’s standing against my tummy, rock hard and drooling pre-cum. He takes my hips, angling my body until his cock meets my slit. He moves my hips up and down, rubbing his cock against my slit—from my clitoris to my entrance, once and another time. On and on, until I’m breathless, a knot forming on my lower abdomen. But I still cannot hear him moaning, sighing, or even breathing. When I open my eyes, I find him looking at me. The tip of his pretty nose all red. I look up at the rest of his face—his shiny eyes and the top of his cheeks red like he had just cried or was about to before I came. And I don’t really know why but something inside me cannot do anything but blame his mother. Because, suddenly, she became the culprit of any bad thing that could ever happen to him.

Without even thinking about it, my hands pull away his hands, and then, they go to his face, caressing the soft skin of his pink cheeks. He looks at me confused, frowning at my unusual behavior.

“What’re you doing?” His voice sounds way softer than minutes before.

“Is it your mother?” I ask, but not actually waiting for a response. He looks at me surprised, and after a blink, I look at his eyes growing red and shiny. Then, I pass my hands over his shoulders, hugging his neck tightly, feeling him sighing. After some seconds of being this way, I can even say he’s crying.

However, I suddenly feel his hands taking mine tightly. I look at him confused—not even a tear on any part of his face. He forces me to stand up, doing the same himself, making me wonder if I crossed the line. He pushes me to the bed strongly, making me bounce because of the force he used. And when he positions himself right above me, everything I see in his face is hate.

Hate. The same hate I’ve ever seen on him. When he talked to me the first time we met at our parent’s wedding; every time we met each other at school; when our parents forced us to eat dinner together as a family;… when he entered my room at midnight and stole my virginity without even faking love.

The night right before that, I was sure that you couldn’t have sex for the first time without even kissing someone before. How dumb.

And every single time after that. The same hate, the same rage, the same resentment—just like I did something to him before.

But everything I do is loving him until I’m loving him more than myself.

I wonder once again if that’s what I want for my life—that unjustified hatred; the fear of what’s going to be his following action; his coldness; being always quiet, even if it hurts agonizingly when he pounds on my vagina the way he does, hitting my cervix once and again without even prepping me well.

Is that what I want for the rest of my life?...

Yes.

My tears roll easily all over my face, falling to his bed as his dick hits my cervix nonstop, but despite the great pleasure I feel, it doesn’t feel very good. I’m overwhelmed by a large amount of destructive thoughts I thought for a minute I would never have again because ‘Beomgyu is acting differently’. But he’s not anymore.

I close my eyes strongly, trying to deal with it, until I’m audibly sobbing beneath him. I try to cover my face with my arm, but he takes both of my hands, using his strength to force them above my head tightly.

I cried many times from pleasure, but right now… It just doesn't feel great.

“Stop,” I say. It’s always been hard for me to talk when I’m crying. But he doesn’t stop. “Stop!” I'm yelling. “Beomgyu, stop! Stop, I don’t want to anymore!” He lets my hands go as fast as he can and takes his dick out of me.

I cover my face with my hands trying to calm myself, until I find out I can’t because I need to cry everything away.

“Jeongseo” I hear his voice, and then, his hand touches my arm, making me jump from fear. I look at him, looking like he’s feeling guilty and scared at the same time. But what can I do? I already trusted him many times before, and every time I’m back on his bed, I understand once again that he will never change.

But that doesn’t really matter because after I ran away to my bedroom, I realize this is not the first time it happens. I’m trapped in this never-ending cycle, not actually wishing for it to break because everything I can think about is all the good moments, the nice feelings, him.

#beomgyu smut #txt smut #txt choi line smut #soobin smut #tw: noncon #toxic beomgyu #tw: dubcon #kpop #kpop smut #fanfic #txt x reader #txt imagines #Beomgyu stepbrother #beomgyu overstimulation #beomgyu hard dom #beomgyu mean dom #Cold | Beomgyu #purrplegyuu

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sodaonskateboards · 1 year

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your post ab sugarbaby! denji is just *chefs kiss* 🤌 i couldn’t stop thinking ab it!!

sugarbaby! denji who thought that his life couldn’t possible get any better until he became your sugar baby, you’re around his age and have always been so kind and welcoming to him ever since he started working at public safety<3

sugarbaby! denji who loves being able to spend his lunch breaks with you! he orders practically everything on the menu, even if he doesn’t know what it is because well…free food is free food! he truly believes you’re some sort of angel sent from above

sugarbaby! denji who goes absolutely wild when you let him use your black card to his heart’s content. he buys all sorts of manga, video games, and snacks (which never last more than a day…power def raids his snack drawer and then proceeds to blame it on aki)

sugarbaby! denji who wants to gift you things too because a lovely angel such as yourself deserves to be spoiled too!! he may not have much money but when he does he’ll buy you a bouquet of your favorite flowers with a cute heart-shaped box filled with yummy chocolates<3

Anon, we are holding hands and kissing, this is delicious <3

Sugarbaby! Denji who still wants to use your shampoo and your soap because he likes to smell like you and he just likes sharing with you!

He shared with Pochita all the time, always hand feeding him, so sharing one thing, eating off the same plate, wearing each others clothes, etc is like his only little love language. It makes him feel close to you.

Denji can be dumb, but I think he's good with numbers and money as he's able to calculate his debt and costs quickly, so he's actually good at keeping track of your money, it's just that large purchases don't feel very real to him because he could never imagine something as simple as buying a new console.

On the flip side, small purchases can make him anxious. He actually checks that he has enough for the littler purchases, but when he's done triple-checking, he gets all excited and will go wild!!

Watch out this man could probably eat cardboard fine but he will eat himself into tummy aches :[[

If you pay for Denji, you end up paying for Power (and Meowy) too, she will throw a bit of a tantrum if all three of you are together and you only get Denji and yourself something. She also tells you that it's unfair to not buy Meowy something on the way back, and that you need to get him a cat tower. She will bite and steal and claw and whine, but somehow you two don't mind.

Denji desperately needs more clothes and he finally gets to chose what to wear! Imagine him at a thrift store or simple warehouse looking at shirts and wondering what he likes and whats comfy, not what's cheapest. He dress in some god awful patterns and colours at first, but it's good for him to explore, so you encourage him

Denji probably has never even touched silk in his life, so when you want to get him some clothes with nice material, start small, otherwise he'll overwhelmed. Gift him a fancy shirt to start and he loses his mind over how soft it is, then work up and you can take him to a department store and a tailor, he looks so damn good in a black, silk dress shit with a low cut

GET THIS BOY BATH BOMBS!! My guy is happy just to bathe everyday, bubble bath, bath bombs and oils, romantic candles, flower petals, blow his mind!! Spoil him in every way!!

Speaking of, Denji also loves doing activities together!! Take him to a quiet onsen in the country for a weekend, where its calm and peaceful, lord knows he needs more of it. Denji usually doesn't mind being around a lot of people, but some venues, like a concert is a lot for him, but please also gift him experiences like theme parks, bath houses, fairs! He loves spending time with you!

When no one else is around, he'll talk to Pochita in his chest. It makes him feel a bit better about missing him. He'll talk about how you dote on him and show him yummy foods, that he's in his lover arms playing video games and so much more they didn't even dream of. Pochita loves you too for taking such good care of Denji

Most people in his life try to buy him or use him, so to be with you, kind-hearted lover you are, is a first for him. To have someone give with no expectations of giving back, purely to make him happy, its so foreign to our baby boy that he just might cry. The only relationship comparable is with Pochita, and while they do love each other unconditionally, it did start off with a deal.

Denji loves his gifts, but when he thinks of the best times with you, its because you two are together, trying out a new restaurant or cuddling in bed, or even giving him a cool rock you found, he loves it all. He always wants to be your lover-boy, money or not

#denji x reader #csm denji #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #hcs

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marvelfanfics1 · 2 years

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Hi! I love your writing! Can you write another chapter of Her World where maybe Wanda brings Vision back to life like in the show and he’s the daddy! He’s like the fun parent who sneaks us candy and buys lots of toys? Lots of fluff and babying please! Thank you!

Completed

(GIFs not mine)

Her World AU

Pairing: Dark!soft!mommy!Wanda x little!reader x daddy!Vision

Warnings: dark!Wanda, forced age regression, mind controlling, manipulation, fluff

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Wanda was happy. She had you and everything is perfectly like she wants it to be. You as her baby and safe.

But something is still missing and it didn't take Wanda long to figure out what it was.

Vision.

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When you woke up you could hear whispering near you and slowly opened your eyes, rubbing the sleep away, and noticed someone standing next to your crib.

"Mommy?" you questioned yawning.

"I'm here, baby" she cooed and placed her hand on your back to help you sit up in the crib. "Look who's here"

She looked to the side and you did the same seeing someone else standing by the door. You know that person from somewhere but you just couldn't remember, your mind still hazy from just waking up.

Wanda saw your puzzled face and caressed the side of your face. Your skin started to tickle where she touched you and you shook your head when you felt it sting in your head.

She took her hand away and waited for you to open your eyes again. When you did you smiled brightly holding your arms out.

"Daddy!" Wanda smiled brightly and waved Vision over to her.

"Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?" he asked and you nod while he lifted you off the crib, setting you on his hip and grabbing your stuffie, handing it to you.

Wanda took in the scene before her and had to hold back tears when she saw you kissing Vision on his cheek.

"I think it's time for someones feed, isn't it?" he chuckled when you started to suck on your stuffies ear and nodded enthusiastically. "Well, good for you, your Daddy prepared you a bottle that's waiting for you in the living room."

He started to walk out with you but stopped, turning back to Wanda.

"You coming, darling?" he asked and she made her way over to you both, tickling your side a little, making you giggle and squirm in Vision's arms.

Arriving in the living room, Vision sat down on the sofa and Wanda handed him your morning bottle and sat down next to him, moving your legs over hers, watching Vision interacting with you.

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Vision is a fun daddy, often trying to talk Wanda out of bringing you to bed and wanting to enjoy playing or cuddling with you a little more.

He sometimes even secretly hands you some candy but watches that you don't eat too much being the protective and responsible daddy he is.

One day he went to a library and randomly found a book about Age Regression and took it home without a second thought, often reading through it before he goes to bed, throughout the day, or sometimes while watching you.

"Isn't that interesting, little one?" he would ask after reading an interesting fact out loud to you, only getting some babbling back as a response. "Yeah, I agree."

Before he goes to work he would always give you a forehead kiss, telling you that maybe when you were good for Mommy he would have a little surprise for you, which would be new stuffies, pacis, or candy.

"Vision, she gets her feed soon and will have a tummy ache if you continue sneaking her sweets." Wanda scolded when she caught him handing you some chocolate.

"Don't you worry darling, I'm being careful about that and our little girl is strong, aren't you? Yes, you are." Vision cooed nuzzling your nose with his and Wanda just shook her head smiling, she really couldn't be happier.

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multifandoms27-blog · 2 years

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If you have time, could you do some scenarios of four of the TFP Decepticons (of your choice) taking care of their Fem Human S/o while she's on her period?

Absolutely, anon!! Thank you for requesting! <3

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Decepticons included: Megatron, Dreadwing, Predaking and Starscream

Content: Fem! reader, as stated above <3

Warnings: Some profanity

Notes: I always picture the Transformers in a smaller version of their bipedal mode to actually cuddle you with. ALSO this is my first time writing for Transformers for the first time in a while, so this might be shitty. I'm sorry if it is <3

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Megatron

I think we can all agree that none of these mechs will know what the hell you're talking about, girlie (when it comes to periods)

But he's gonna pretend like he knows

Later on when you're not around, he'll research

He's the silent supporter

He'll just grab you some meds, heating pad, hot water bottle, anything you typically need on your period

He wont even ask what you want, he just gives it all to you and just hopes that you'll use it lol

If you want cuddles, he'd most likely give a throaty chuckle (THIS MECH DOES THINGS TO ME I CAN'T-) and go "yes, dear." before giving you what you want

AAAAAAAAA PLEASE MEGATRON PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE JUST A C R U M B OF AFFECTION?!!

sorry. lost control of myself for a second.

He'd cuddle you from behind, obviously being big spoon (BECAUSE WHY WOULDN'T HE-)

BIG servos on your tummy, gently massaging,,, mmmmmm

i need to get a hold of myself I AM SO SORRY-

Dreadwing

Girl you're gonna have to explain to this himbo what human anatomy is, much less what a period is

He wont cuddle you (mans is not a huge cuddler in my opinion-) but he WILL give you moral support

"You're doing great babe" he says from across the room as you're dying

BUT ITS OKAY cause we love him. people still love him right?

He'll be sure to get you meds though. Just cause he's not a cuddler doesn't mean he doesn't love you

"My pain is your pain babe" he says, making you glare at him

Wont understand anything you tell him at first until he looks it up later

He's relatively chill about it, doesn't really see a reason to make a scene about it

Predaking

Another himbo

Except this himbo is a WORRIER

The stereotypical "But babe, if you bleed for seven days, don't you like...die?" kinda mindset, which is why he worries

He doesn't exactly understand that its normal and you're used to it by now, so he's constantly thinking "what if something goes wrong?!"

When you tell him about the wonderful savior that is heating pads, he decides "oh shit, I'm your heating pad now" and will cuddle you whenever your cramps act up

Megatron can wait

You can't

At least, to him <3

Unlike Megatron, Predaking will face you when you cuddle. Or, well, he's curled around you. Dragon form or bipedal form.

You'll be laying on him, pressed into him. He feels like a heater, so you wont be needing your heating pad anytime soon lol

he doesn't know how to massage, but he'll learn if you want him to rub your tummy, or anywhere else that aches

Will give you many kisses, and lull you into many naps <3

Starscream

Oh man

This himbo will act like he knows everything, when he obviously doesn't

"Starscream no, I'm on my period"

"So? Just pee it out"

AKHDHSJGDFSH HE WOULD SAY THAT-

You'd probably lose it laughing I know I would and he'd be all pissy cause you're laughing at him

When you actually explain what's going on, he's a little more sympathetic

Super distant though until it's over cause you laughed at him >:(

Piss baby

Until he misses you, then he gets clingy

It's very confusing and he's all over the place which is NOT helping your cramps

He's screeching about something and you just want him to shut up. Kiss him, girl. Make him cuddle with you cause cramps are HORRIBLE.

DON'T. HAVE. HIM. MASSAGE. SHIT. With those claws, NO. That's gonna do you more harm than good.

Starscream is physically clingy so if you reject his touch he's gonna be all pissy, so just give him kisses as an apology

#megatron x reader #starscream x reader #dreadwing x reader #predaking x reader #tfp headcanons #transformers prime #tfp starscream #tfp megatron #tfp dreadwing #tfp predaking #megatron #starscream #dreadwing #predaking #tfp

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bunnys-babies · 3 years

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Their Favorite Domestic Moments

AOT x gn!reader

warning(s): none besides the teeniest bit of angst if you squint really hard :3

a/n: heheheh hi! I started this series on my main, which is now an nsfw 18+ blog, with other fandoms so I’ll be continuing it here! This is just their favorite domestic moment with you or their favorite aspects of domestic life with you :) hope you enjoy and as always I really love hearing comments and hearing from you guys in general!! Don’t be shy to come in my inbox! <3

characters: eren, armin, mikasa, connie, sasha, jean, reiner, hange, zeke, & levi

Eren

Binging the same shows

It starts so simple! All giddy and full of laughs and butterflies, chaste kisses during the unimportant parts of the show, tummy aches from the copious amount of snacks and drinks, sore lips and tired eyes from the times the two of you would stray from the television and become rather occupied; at least you can always replay the episode right?

As time goes on it becomes a more essential part of your shared happiness, a way to detox from a bad day or wind down and reconnect your energies. He also loves the excitement of finding a new show with you, and not to mention the way you have a habit of falling asleep on the couch as he fidgets with your fingers. He’s so hopelessly in love with you it almost makes him sick

Armin

Getting a pet together

It’s the perfect stepping stone for the two of you to take as you develop into the next, more serious, part of your relationship. He never would’ve thought that a spontaneous decision and quick trip to the bank would’ve brought him here; living with you and your now three year old dog. He knows it’s not just the dog that got him here but it’s funny to think about it that way.

He loves the theatrics of it all, too. Taking them on walks together, asking the other if they’ve been fed dinner yet, playfully arguing over what their cute little Halloween costume should be. It’s the perfect daydream fuel at the end of the night to imagine what a future with you might be like as well, and how maybe one day you might decide to expand your little family and welcome some children to the mix. All with time is what he reminds himself, and how lucky he is to have you.

Mikasa

Caring for each other when you’re sick

God, she loves doting on you, and unexpectedly being doted on in return - but only by you. She never ever wishes you ill, but you can bet she’s by your side at all times that she can to make you feel better and soothe you. It’s not that she likes you being sick, she just loves that you let her take care of you like this. That’s all she wants to do ever, take care of you and make you feel safe and warm.

What she didn’t expect was to like being taken care of. She’d always told herself how proud she was to be independent and not need to rely on anyone, but with you she’s able to realize that maybe it’s okay to want to rely on someone at least a little bit. And, how loved you make her feel cannot be compared. Sometimes, she catches herself wishing she had a mild cold so you’d fret and fuss over her; that is until she realizes she doesn’t have to be in a compromising position for you to love and worry for her. Please love her with everything because she does already for you <3

Connie

Falling asleep in the car as he drives

He has such a habit of always filling the space in a room, whether unintentionally or not. It’s his laugh, his smile, his voice, his body language, his presence. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t one of the first things to draw you in to him. The way his toothy smile invited you right over was the end of you. But in moments like now, where you’ve fallen asleep in the passenger seat with your head resting against the cold window pane as he steadily drives down the freeway late at night, it’s your presence that overwhelms him.

He doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to tell you that, but you’re so perfect to him. He gets to really take you in, gawking and losing his mind at how cute you are. He can rub his hand against your thigh and shush you back to sleep when you stir, turning up the heat and turning down the music. He just can’t help but swoon over you like this. And it’s in the fleeting quiet moments that it hits him full force for the first time, your light snores and resting face damn near bringing him to tears at how happy he is that he gets to be yours. Don’t worry, he’ll work up the courage to tell you one day.

Sasha

Grocery Shopping

As cliche as it sounds for her, it’s so true. But it’s the whole process. It’s not just the shopping and picking it all out, it’s the sitting down and making the list, too! She has you write it down cause she gets too distracted thinking of the other things you’ll need as you mention one product that reminds her of another.

And she’s so cute doddling around in the produce market, being sure you’re only getting the best of the available selection. Her hair pulled tight to the top of her head as she brings various melons close enough to her face so her eyes are going cross, until she turns to you with a bright smile, exclaiming she found the perfect one! Only the best for her best baby. It’s definitely an time consuming trip, but it makes her so so happy. She can’t really explain it, couldn’t articulate to you why she loves it so much even if she tried. There’s just something about piling it all into the car and putting it away at home, kissing you on any exposed skin she can find as she passes you in the kitchen, that tells her you’re the one.

Jean

Errands

He’s such a sucker for being involved in every little aspect of each other’s life. You wanna know what kind of shampoo he uses? Please, just marry him already. Jean is a true romantic; he’s written you poetry, made you hand made gifts, baked you sweets, buys you flowers every other week, the whole nine. But, nothing compares to getting to spend a whole day with you checking off your to-do list.

To him, it says he’s hit the one of the highest levels of love he can with you. You don’t need to “court” each other, or pretend to be smooth and show your best parts to enjoy each other or feel entertained. He’s happiest completing the “boring” parts of your day with you. Please! Let him get gas with you, he’ll even fill the tank! Sharing and partaking in these activities with him just makes him look forward to the “boring” lazy days with you in his thirties when the two of you have a day off together and can relax. He’s a simple man, what can he say :)

Reiner

Cooking Together

Not only does he have a little Pinterest board dedicated for recipes the two of you just have to try, but a whole recipe box full of family recipes. You often find him standing in the kitchen shuffling through the cards until a small smile lights up his face as he hands it to you for your approval. He’s also pretty good at keeping a stocked fridge, so shopping for dinner is never a worry. But besides the promise of a delicious meal, he loves giving you little pointers, or watching you meticulously chop an onion. And whats even better is when he gets to come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, helping you guide the knife or sway with you in his arms as he hums the gentle tune coming from the speaker. Your giggles make his stomach do cartwheels when he leaves light kisses in the crook of your neck.

However, don’t be fooled, you make his face feel just as hot as you stare at him with heart eyes whilst he oh so carefully mixes his homemade tomato soup. Sometimes it’s scary, the way you make his heart clench at the tiniest of remarks or kisses. But now he’s grown to be addicted to the feeling, so he’ll let you stare.

Hange

Midday Naps

It’s best when they’re on accident. A mess of clothes and glasses half down their face as they drool with you just as sloppily sprawled across their lap, some show mindlessly playing through a season as you both snore. It always makes them laugh when they jolt awake, you just as dazed and confused while you both attempt to come to. Something about it feels so personal and unique to the two of you, it’s your thing. You guys have a whole thing. How special is that?

Their laugh is loud and makes you feel fuzzy.

“How do we always let this happen?”

You laugh, too, making them softly smile at you with a fondness that never fails to make you nervous. You’re not sure, but you’ll never complain if they promise to always look at you like that.

Zeke

Sleeping in together

He’s not necessarily a morning person or a night owl, he maintains a fairly healthy sleep schedule and knows it’s an important part of his health. But he would ruin it all and sleep until twelve if it meant he’d get to cuddle you the whole time. You look to angelic when you’re asleep for him to wake you, anyways. It doesn’t matter how you think you look at your most vulnerable, cause he’s the one who knows how beautiful you look this way. And he’s the only one who gets to see this, to feel this, he wouldn’t give it up for anything.

There’s just something so mundane about looking forward to getting a few more minutes of rest with your body nuzzled into his, and that’s what makes it so special for him. The simplicity and normalcy of getting so excited just to be in your presence like this, just a little bit longer, is what tells him he truly loves you.

Levi

Waking up next to you

Levi is all about routine. It keeps him trucking on bad days, it gives him a fulfilling feeling at the end of the evening, and generally just makes life more manageable. What he didn’t expect to be such a necessary part of his routine is getting to wake up next to you. Whenever those first moments of consciousness makes his eyelids flutter, he’s sighing and pulling you closer, humming to himself as he feels your steady breathing against his chest, as if it were natural. It’s not just the comfort he gets from you, but it’s a certain sense of safeness no one else - not even himself - is able to give him.

And getting to have you be the first thing he sees when his eyes finally do fully open always guarantee a pleasant start to his day no matter how restless he might’ve been the night before. His hands ghost over your features, too scared to wake you and ruin the moment, hoping he makes you feel this way, too. So special, so lucky, so happy. The least he could do then is let you sleep a moment more while he takes you in just a little bit longer.

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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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A not so Cinderella story

“I’m the only one in this room that knows you don’t have panties underneath this beautiful dress”

Pairing: football play! Jeno Lee x female cheerleader! reader

Genre: SMUT, FLUFF, enemies to lovers

WC: 4,507k

Warnings: mentions of food, as requested the reader here is a cheerleader so the character is fit. Please dont come at me. Public oral sex (female receiving) (inside school classroom), swearing, unprotected sex, mentions of rough sex, the sex was just inspired by Diggity Jeno hahaha, a lot of cliché moments here, mentions of bruises and dislocated bones (bc athletes) NOTHING DESCRIPTIVE IT WAS JUST MENTIONED

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD. I’ll fix it once I get my internet connection back. Part of Request Party. Also Jeno has been wrecking me lately.

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Peanut butter and jelly. That’s the perfect way to describe you and Lee Jeno.

The famous sandwich is known with its unbalancing tastes of flavors where the tastes of peanut butter and jam always fights in your mouth, but that’s what makes it so delicious. Something so unfit, unbalanced, contradicts, but still they’re better together. And just like the sandwich, you and Jeno are two different mixing flavors.

As the captain of the football team, and you as the captain of the squad, people around you expect that you ‘mix’ well with each other to the point that they expect you to be dating by this time.

“Nope. Not gonna happen. I hate him, he hates me. Let’s just accept that,” you whine to your friends as they ask you to take Jeno as your date for the dance this weekend. “It’s an exciting masquerade party, please let me enjoy my night without that dick ruining it,”

“And speaking of Jeno’s dick. Look at the size of that... Mmm,” one of your friends said and pointed to the side of the field where the football team are practicing and Lee Jeno’s shorts are just... so thin that his big dick is obvious.

“RIP to that pussy he’s fucking after dance...” another one comments.

“Okay, continue your drooling after practice. I need your full attention now. Let’s go! Move your asses!”

And just like that the captain in you is out in no time, earning respect from your friends and even impressing the guys from the football team. Of course everyone admired your leadership, skills and well... hot body. That’s why Jeno’s focus is nowhere to found the moment he heard you shouting from across the field and seeing your nice ass and-

“You can always say that you like her,” Jaemin disturbs Jeno’s thoughts with heavy breathing, sweating handsomely and waving at the students who calls him.

“Yeah, It’s not that simple,” Jeno said.

“Psh. Of course it is. HEY Y/N!!!! JENO SAYS YOU’RE SEXY!”

Jeno’s eyes went big and tried stopping Jaemin but its too late. You heard him already. Everyone, heard him.

“Stop staring at my ass Jeno, go back to practice” you said sternly and rolled your eyes at him. That was hot, Jeno thought.

You see, just like peanut butter and Jelly, you’re two different amazing beings. Each has unique personalities and charm, but you can’t see the good things in Jeno because you’re always blinded by his cocky attitude. But for Jeno, whenever you’re mad at him, annoyed to the core or whenever you talk back at him, he always finds it sexy. Until one day he fell for you, by just looking at you long and hard one perfect afternoon at the cafeteria while you’re busy reading something.

As the school dance commence and everyone had unique masks on their faces tonight, to be honest you quite enjoy it because somehow you feel invisible. You don’t feel popular and people are just so comfortable with talking to you, not knowing that you’re Y/n. And the only people who knew it was you was of course your friends, and you are having a great time.

“She’s the one wearing a white ball gown,” Jaemin whispers to Jeno under the loud party music and howling teenagers, “you owe me captain, it’s not that easy to make her friends talk,”

“Psh. Of course it is, you’re Na Jaemin,” Jeno pats his friend’s shoulder as a thanks and walked towards you with a smile in his face. Confident that you won’t shoo him away because you don’t know that he’s Jeno.

“Looks like I found my princess,” he said with all his might. Looking so handsome and perfect even with his mask on. You can’t help but accept the compliment and flirt back. So you turned towards him, flashing a big and excited smile and so thrilled that someone finally had the guts to call you princess.

“I thought you’d never show up! Now, dance with me!” you reached for his hand and the masked prince immediately twirled you.

Everything was suddenly beyond perfect that you felt like every second was a beautiful well written scene in a fairytale book.

It’s the way he holds you while dancing, telling you the right words that goes straight to your heart and immediately give you a smile. A kind of smile that only the right person can give you. But of course, you don’t know that yet.

As the night became even more perfect for the two of you, not knowing each other’s names just makes everything more thrilling and interesting but you promised to each other to stay true to each other when the clock strikes midnight and everyone has to take off their masks.

And to maximize the fun, you and Jeno ended up making out in one of the empty classrooms while everyone is busy dancing and enjoying the program. And by the way, it was a passionate kiss, not like those innocent kissing-a-stranger type of kiss that you see in movies. You both didn’t care at that moment whether you know each other or not.

“Fuck- I have to go back before midnight, I kind of... have an important duty during the event,” you said. Careful not to tell him that the captain of the cheerleading squad is needed to crown the voted prom queen.

“Understood,” Jeno says because he is the one crowning the voted prom king. “Does your lips always tastes sweet?” he asked with a very sexy tone, lifting you effortlessly with his incredible strength and making you sit on the desk. He reaches dow to your dress and went under it, completely startling you with the way he holds your thighs and kiss your knee, inner thighs, until he reaches your clothed pussy. Kissing the wet center and drownig with the feeling of his tongue shamelessly ruining your panties.

Bravely, Jeno removed your panties without breaking the soft kisses he’s giving you, putting your panties straight in his pocket for safe keeping and to make sure that you have no choice but to go back to him after midnight.

“Oh fuck-“ you moaned softly, covering your own mouth while the man in between your legs is giving you kitten licks on your pussy but intensifying everything when he spread your folds and focused on your clit. Licking it fast and kissing it like it it was your lips. It was unbearable, and this time two hands are covering your mouth to muffle you moans because you knew that what you’re doing right now can jeopardize your cheerleading career.

“Close- ooh, fuck. Right there please, faster. Ahh!”

You don’t know but Jeno is smiling right now, happy and contented that he get to do this with you. And in a matter of seconds, your legs are shaking and wanting to be closed so bad, but Jeno is giving you oral like he had never licked a pussy in a year and stopped your legs from closing to torture you further with his tongue.

Then suddenly, you heard your name being called and you made Jeno stop and quickly went down from the desks with weak legs, not having any other choice but to face everyone even after having a nice orgasm just a few minutes earlier.

You feel sorry for your prince of course because you literally kicked him and bolted away without any other words, not even a smile.

“Sorry I’m late, I was in the comfort room handling my tummy ache,” you cleared your throat and did what you had to do. A few minutes later, Jeno is now crowing the voted prom king and you didn’t bother looking at him because you knew he will look so handsome tonight. So you just stood there in the corner of the stage focusing on your weak legs, and feel Jeno stood beside you afterwards. Watching the the prom king and queen dance at the corner, both with tired smile and hearts yearning to be with each other again, suddenly Jeno spoke to you.

“I’m the only one in this room that knows you don’t have panties underneath this beautiful dress” he whispered beside you with a small smirk that only you can notice.

And the moment you lift your head to face him, you see you le prince.

Jeno is your prince. The prince who just gave you a mind blowing orgasm just a few minutes back.

“Lee Jeno- what the fuck. What have you done,” you said quietly, trying to control your reactions in front of the entire school.

“Date me and I’ll give it back to you”

“No thanks, you can keep it- just please dont tell anyone what happened to us.”

And just like that both of your happy endings are cancelled for the night. He felt broken, you felt guilty. But he can’t just finish this night without a fight.

“Fine. At least let me drive you home” he said bitterly.

“Fine”

The drive was quiet as expected. No one saw you get inside Jeno’s car, you made sure of it. To be honest you wanted to apologize to him for the kick earlier, but you figured it will make everything even more awkward. So forget it.

When he had finally pulled in front of your house, neither of you started moving as if you didn’t want this night to end badly than it already is.

“I had a great time...” you started, hoping that it’s okay to even say ‘thank you’

“Can’t you see that I’m trying my best here?” he said and it turned quiet again, “I like you Y/n,”

“Are you sure?” Are the only words that came out from you.

“A hundred percent sure. If you don’t let me date you even just for a short period of time to prove my feelings to you... I might cry while driving home,”

“And that’s fucking dangerous. Okay okay,” you were panicking at this moment “I accept your offer. Please, just drive safe. You’re making me nervous,”

Jeno smiled from ear to ear upon hearing your decision. Even though you didn’t actually accepted his offer because you wanted to date him too,it’s fine. Jeno is willing to work hard for you.

Day after day Jeno ask you if you’re free for the most awaited date but you try so hard to avoid him. It was not easy to hide your ‘relationship’ and to be honest it’s starting to annoy you.

One awful day after practice, it was the weekend and only the squad and the football team is in campus for practice. It was a tough and ugly day, so you decided to wait for everyone to finish showering before you start cleaning yourself.

The water was nice and the warm feeling of the showers just relaxes you to the max and enjoy the running water. You take this opportunity to sort out your thoughts...but someone disturbed your peace again.

You feel him hold you by the waist and encircle his arms around it, head rests by the crook of your neck and even by just feeling his embrace, you knew that Jeno is tired too. That he had a bad day too and you didn’t want to make things worst for the both of you.

“The door was open, I locked it for you” he said quietly. The tiredness was even obvious through the way he speaks.

And knowing that Jeno is using you to comfort himself, you just let him do what he wants as a way to give back to the comfort and company that he’s giving you now.

Wet kisses were place on your shoulder and neck, his strong arms kept you close to him until your ass is so close to his cock that it’s poking your ass cheeks but you just let it be. To be honest you love the feeling of what’s happening now, you feel so close to Jeno just like the night during the dance.

You turned around to face him, only to find his face full of dirt from practice, exhausted expression and silence. He was never silent when he’s around you, and that’s how you confirmed that it was indeed a bad day.

“Want to talk about it?” You offered and Jeno just rests his forehead on yours, letting the water run through your naked bodies. Hands all over each other, no funny business just providing comfort. You took initiative to clean his face with your soap and pour shampoo on his hair, washing it gently as he lets you do what you want.

And finally, you see a hint of smile from his face and you cant help but to smile back.

You didn’t do anything stupid in the showers with Jeno, you just literally had shower with him while he keeps you close but it felt that you did something so intimate together. Like a couple who passionately had sex in bed.

After cleaning yourselves Jeno reached for your towel and wrapped you nicely, looking at your boobs without feeling ashamed because you’re looking at his cock too. If it was a normal day, you’d have sex right then and there, but you both don’t want it as of the moment.

“Wait here don’t get dressed yet,” he said when you’re back in the locker rooms.

And when he came back still wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, he dropped on bended knee as if he’s going to propose. But instead of reaching for your hand he reached for your leg, and made you wear the underwear that he took from you during the dance. “I washed it myself,” he said and placed a quick soft kiss on your waist before he gets up.

It was a sweet gesture. Not normal, but it was sweet and you liked it. He got up, turned his back and left you to finish putting your clothes. You wonder if he’ll wait for you outside because truth be told you don’t want this to end yet.

After you finish drying your hair and making yourself decent again, hoping that someone is waiting for you outside already. You saw Jeno waiting for you outside the school beside his car, looking so handsome on fresh new clothes with the cutest smile. Of course he waited.

“How was your day?” he finally asked you.

“Bad,” you answered and took a big bite on your hotdog sandwich. “I pushed my team so hard today that everyone just hated me during practice,”

“Same thing happened to me, me and Haechan almost got into a fight in the middle of practice earlier. I guess this what happens when we don’t practice at the same place,” he joked but his intentions were cute. “I’m not sure if were going to win this season. If we don’t, I would have to wave goodbye to my dream college”

“Jeno, we’re aiming at the same college, and knowing what they look for an athlete, it’s impossible that you won’t get scouted. I mean, you’re the reason why we keep winning. College football is no joke, so hang in there just do your best”

“College cheerleading is no joke either, you have to get in for me. I’m not taking cheers from a stranger it had to be you,” he made you giggle and let out small laughs that echoes around his car. You just nod at him and wiped the ketchup from his lips.

“Thank you and I’m sorry I’m always an asshole when it comes to you,” you said perfectly ruining the mood but Jeno did not let that happen.

“And for someone who used to hate each other, we sure are better when we work together,” he said, leaning closer to you for a kiss that you didn’t avoid. “Watch me win you fair and square,”

You smiled at what he said and returned the kiss to shut him up. And the next thing you know, you’re making out with Lee Jeno in his car in the middle of an empty fast food parking lot.

“You’re the first boy I ever kissed, Jeno, and I want you to be the last.... I mean you’re the first sincere kiss-“

“I get it, I get it,” he said and continue kissing you again.

After that fateful day, you’ve been each other’s rocks and support system. Meeting under the bleachers, showering last so you could shower in peace together after every weekend practice, and have secret dates whenever you want to. It was a beautiful time even though you’re not yet officially together. And that proper date he was meaning to give you, finally happened and you feel bad for avoiding this amazing moment to happen.

“Okay, I think we should stop” Jeno cut the kiss when you’re both getting too carried away. Knowing that his parents are away and you have the house all for yourselves just makes everything even more dangerous now. But instead of stopping you pushed him on his bed and went on top of him. Putting both of your legs on each of his sides and earning a cute giggle from him. “Alright, if this is what you wanted”

Jeno then traded places with you, putting you beneath him effortlessly and kissing every exposed skin he sees while slowly lifting your shirt and unclasping your bra effortlessly. Cupping your boobs and kneading them gently while he makes you crazy with his touch and the way his tongue swipes on your lips and dominates the kiss with that powerful tongue.

When he removed his shirt, you expected to see a very hot body, a perfectly sculpted abs, and his strong arms. You were prepared to see that. What you didn’t expect to see were the scars and bruises he got from practice and from his past games.

“Hey, don’t mind the scars. They don’t hurt anymore,” he reached for your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. Even though his body was all ruined like this, he looks so happy in life and this current moment. You then realized that Jeno is more than football and his cocky attitude. He’s a man who loves the game and is willing to do everything for his dream.

And that.... fucking turned you on that you attacked him with kisses and quickly removed your pants, Jeno did the same with quick movements until you’re both wearing only your underwear and ready to do it for the first time. He was the first one to remove his boxers briefs and thats the time when you remember how your friends drooled over Jeno’s big dick. It was true.

And that’s going inside you. Every inch of that veiny, thick cock of Jeno.

He removed your panties next, kissing your legs as he swiftly pull it down you thighs and expose your pussy to him. Whispering sweet words, comforting and filthy ones to balance this beautiful moment. You smiled when he pulled away from kissing you and finally lining his cock to your entrance.

Pumping his cock in between your opened legs and in front of your wet pussy, he started to tease you with the tip of his thick cock. Up and down, Jeno made you feel how raw he’s going to fuck you tonight. He started kissing and touching your body, slowly pushing in your tight hole and stealing your breath away, making you breath so heavily and grip his strong shoulders as he oh so slowly put his entire cock inside you.

“Does it feel nice?” You struggled talking but you managed to let out decent words. He nodded and rolled his hips, making you both moan and hold each other tightly. That’s how nice Jeno feels around you.

He gave you a few gentle thrust, stretching you good so won’t get hurt when he starts fucking you hard. You watch his cock go in and out of your pussy, and you can’t help but feel proud that it fits perfectly. “I love seeing your smile,” he said when he caught you smiling. He kisses the top of your breast, softly and just making you feel crazy with his soft lips around your nipples. Suck it good and twirling his hot tongue around it until your nipples are hard and swollen.

You didn’t notice that he has been fucking and giving you harder and faster thrust that his bed is starting to creak so bad and your bodies are slightly bouncing from the mattress. The pleasure was so nice especially its you that he’s fucking now, that his mind just went blank and started kissing your breast wildly which made you part your lips and furrow your brows. You then reached for him because you can’t take the pleasure anymore and made him kiss your lips instead.

But just as you thought that the he will go slow, no. When his chest hit your breast, and you’re now bodies to bodies that he’s putting his entire weight on top of you, Jeno became wild again and pinned your legs on the mattress and started fucking you hard.

Thrust and thrust you feel the impact on every inch of your body, and feeling the sting and hurt on your cunt as he continues to fuck you so good and the pleasure did not stopped from there. He lifted your left leg, using your flexibility wisely and placing your leg on his shoulders, earning a kiss on your leg when he saw that you got excited with the new position.

Jeno went back to fucking you again, putting his left thumb on your clit to draw small circles while his other hand is holding your leg safely as he fucks you good again.

“Jeno- ahh! Fuck, not on the pill” you informed him with heavy breaths and delicious groans. Gripping his sheets tightly as you slowly feel your orgasm build up and made your toes curl. Pushing Jeno away and closing your legs immediately so could curl in a ball and enjoy your orgasm. You didn’t noticed that he came on your body the moment he pulled out, painting your skin with his hot and thick cum.

Suddenly it was quiet and only your heavy breaths can be heard.

“Sorry about that,” he apologized immediately and placed soft kisses on your shoulders while you still curl and shiver.

“No it’s perfectly fine,” you reached to him for a kiss and then Jeno proceeded to cleaning up his mess. Kissing your sensitive body while he wipes it and putting you both in the mood again for a second round, but stopped yourselves and just enjoy the night while you talk naked in his bed.

“Can you please play more safely? I see you go to the nurse’s wing every after game, but I never understood why until now. I though it’s just simple bruises.... and not, dislocated bones and-“ He cut you off with a soft giggle and caught him blushing like crazy. Who is this man? Is this really Lee Jeno? “What?” You added.

“Nothing. You’re just so cute when you worry for me. I remember back then you told me you wish I break my ankles during one of our morning practice because we had the field that day first,”

“Yeah... I’m sorry about that. You’re just so, annoying sometimes and I just hate you so much,” you gave him a hug as a sorry for what you said back then, which he gladly accepted and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“How about now? Do you still hate me now?” He squeezed you butt cheek to remind you of what happened earlier and how you loved every second of it.

“I most definitely, still hate you Jeno Lee” but of course, Jeno did not buy it and started kissing you again. Touching all the right places and whispering the right words. Until you two fucked again that night and he had to drive you home a little later that usual. This was the first night that you realized, you never wanted to be apart from Jeno.

“Y/n,” he called you just before you enter your house. You turned around to face him and gave him a sweet smile.

“Jeno Lee?”

“I love you,”

“I love you too,”

And just like that he made your heart jump again without any warning. Leaving you safely and driving away from you with both happy hearts.

When Jeno’s most awaited game finally came, by this time around you’re both still seeing each other secretly.

“There’s my favorite cheerleader,” he grabs you by the waist and admire you in your cheer uniform. You rolled your eyes at him and raked his long hair away from his face. Reminding him to play safely tonight.

“Win for this pussy,” you said with a smirk. You haven’t had sex with Jeno for some time now because he was so focused with practice and you think, tonight is just perfect.

But the handsome guy has something more in mind, “uh uh, Im winning for something else, this game is big I need a motivation,”

“Well, name it lover boy and I’m happy to give it,”

“Your heart. If we win this game we will be officially together and of course, the sex is just a bonus. What do you say? My place?” he’s waiting for an answer that will give him the energy that he will need all throughout the game.

You kissed him on the lips and encircled your arms around him and said, “Deal” then placed another one, “Now go win because I don’t want to spend my life with anyone else”

“You just had to set the bar high right before a game, huh?” He smirked and asked for another kiss. Completely transferring your balm to his soft, addicting lips.

Of course you and Jeno were excited and all for the thrill that night. The game wasn’t easy to win, but he worked hard inside the field while you worked hard outside the field, making sure that the people will have faith to Jeno until the end of the game, win or lose.

And speaking of win or lose, of course you’ll still make him your boyfriend after tonight. You just couldn’t let his heart break two times in one night.

But no worries, because as you wave your pompoms and screamed for Jeno’s name to take the winning shot, everyone celebrated with you.

“THAT’S MY BOYFRIEND!!!” You shamelessly shouted and came running towards to Jeno together with the others and Jeno caught you in his strong arms and lifted you off the ground. Kissing you in front of everyone which made their jaws drop.

That night, you have never been so flirty around Jeno, and he had never been this sweet to you. Maybe, you two were just holding it in and now that nothing is stopping you, you’re ready to love each other with everything you got.

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sweeterthanthis · 4 years

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Kinktober Day 9: Double Penetration - Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. That’s all I’m saying. 18+ ONLY. It goes without saying, wrap it before you whack it people, and always prepare appropriately before anal sex. This is fantasy, and some things just ain’t sexy on paper.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: This is a little conclusion from day 3 of Kinktober. You can read that HERE.

Picture found on google, credit to whoever made it. All errors my own.

Like any other night, you knew he was there. Tucked away in the shadows just watching you.

Steve’s hands were warm against your skin, palms splayed out on your stomach and working their way up towards your breasts.

He knew you were being watched, that you had been every night that week. If anything, it served to turn him on even more. He’d fucked you beautifully every night, and you were certain it had something to do with Bucky.

Steve knew what you were planning, smirking at you each time your eyes met his; he almost looked excited at the thought of watching his best friend fucking you. His soft lips brushed against your pebbled nipples, sucking them in between his teeth one after the other.

You straddled his lap, raised up on your knees and fingernails raking his expansive back; his rock-hard cock resting against your inner thigh while he ravaged you with his mouth.

“Fuck, Steve…” You moaned; eyes trained on the shadow in the doorway just like always.

Rolling you onto your back, his tongue running a wet trail down your stomach, he planted a soft kiss on your soft mound. His breath fanned against your sensitive flesh, your legs falling open willingly to allow him access to your aching centre.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby.” Steve praised, his lips grazing across your clit.

His mouth was hot, his tongue completing a slow, languid stripe, his lips suckling at your pussy lips while you writhed beneath his grasp.

Thoughts of Bucky fuelled your pleasure, wondering what it would feel like to have him feasting between your thighs. You shuffled up the mattress, head lulling over the edge to get a better look at him.

You could see him, his cock in hand as he jerked it. In the moment, you just couldn’t help yourself. Lifting your head you looked down at Steve, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Please…” you begged, and he knew instantly what it was that you desired. He kissed his way down your thigh, whispering permission against your skin as you rolled over onto your stomach. Holding your hand out, butterflies fluttering in your tummy at the thought of it finally happening, you went for it.

“Bucky, baby. C’mere.”

You watched as he froze, unable to see the look on his face. The tension in the air was palpable, only the sounds of Steve’s lips worshipping the backs of your thighs present until he spoke too.

“It’s okay, Buck.” Steve soothed, sitting back on his knees behind you, fingertips tracing the curve of your spine. “You want her, right? Wanna touch her? She’s so fucking soft.”

He stepped forward, his eyes aflame with lust and cock still in hand. Sitting up on your knees, you held out both hands; Steve’s hands cupping your breasts, his fingertips grazing your nipples.

Bucky stood before you, cool metal stinging against your cheek as your eyes locked with his. Deep ocean pools, full of torment and anguish; they were mesmerising, and you wondered how you’d never noticed just how much.

“Touch me,” you whispered, your fingertips gripping the hem of his shirt. His tongue swept across his bottom lip, hands reaching out to run the curve of your waist, your whole body shuddering at the sensation. “More.”

You felt Steve’s lips twitch against the nape of your neck, one hand moving further and resting on your abdomen; fingertips dipping down, just a breath from your clit.

Your flattened your palms against Bucky’s stomach, solid muscle rippling through your fingers as you lifted his shirt up over his head. His breathing was heavy, warmth fanning your face as his nose brushed against yours

Raking your nails down his chest, the most delicious moan escaped his throat. Steve’s teeth nipped at your pulse point; his eyes trained on Bucky in anticipation.

“Kiss her, Buck.”

His lips met yours in the softest of kisses, his tongue gently massaging against yours as one hand cupped your jaw. Passion grew quickly, his free hand kneading your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingertips. That, coupled with the Steve’s gentle strokes across your swollen clit, had you floating.

“Oh god, yes…” you whimpered, trapped between two of the most beautiful men you’d ever laid eyes on. You could feel their cocks, Steve’s pressed up against your back while Bucky’s throbbed against your stomach.

“She’s so fucking perfect, Steve.” The sound of his voice made your heart swell and your pussy pulsate, his stubble scratching against the hollow of your throat, exploring you with his mouth.

“Wait until you taste her. Like peaches, I swear.”

You listened to them, their praise ringing in your ears while they kissed every inch of your torso, Bucky’s mouth encasing your nipples one after the other.

You felt yourself fall backwards, Steve’s soft, warm hands there to catch you before you hit the mattress below. He sat up, his back rested up against the headboard and yours flush with his strapping chest.

Watching as Bucky removed his joggers and underwear, you were transfixed at the sight of him. He was strong, there was no doubt about that. But there was a certain softness to all that muscle, something that contradicted Steve’s body completely.

Bucky was built, his solid form enough to frighten the bravest of men. Your eyes never left his as he crawled between your legs, his palms pushing your thighs apart, your glistening pussy on full display.

“Jesus christ…” he muttered, inhaling a deep breath through his nose, eyes fluttering closed while he took in your scent. Looking down between the valley of your breasts, mouth open in anticipation, you watched as his tongue pushed its way inside of you, dragging up to your sensitive nub. “Fucking peaches.”

Your moans were muffled by Steve’s lips covering yours, his fingertips guiding your head to the side as he kissed you. You couldn’t help but writhe against the impossibly hard cock jutting against your back, his own moans vibrating into your mouth, letting you know that he was enjoying this just as much as you.

You felt cool metal pressing at your entrance, two solid fingers sliding inside of you and stretching you out. The contrast between the warmth of his mouth and the chilled metal inside of you sent you dizzy, soft mewls spilling from your lips.

“Doesn’t she make the prettiest little noises?” Steve crooned, his teeth tugging at the shell of your ear while he watched Bucky devour you. “Is this what you wanted, baby?”

You could only nod, your mind hazy with disbelief at finally having both men in your bed.

He sucked your clit in between his teeth, gently moving his head from side to side, blood rushing to your cheeks as he stoked the fire in your belly. Each lap of his tongue was accompanied by a lustful growl, suckling at your soaking pussy like it was an oasis in the Sahara.

“God, Bucky, I’m so close.” You cried, back arching involuntarily and muscles spasming. Steve’s lips feathered against your temple, his hand encasing your throat lovingly.

Your legs shook, toes curling and your pussy fluttering around his tongue – every nerve ending lit up with pleasure.

Bucky’s lips were on yours before you knew it, the salty sweet taste of you fresh on his tongue. You reached for his cock, wrapping your hand around it and tugging ever so slightly.

“Make him feel good, sweetheart.” Steve whispered, already willing to obey any soft order either of them were about to give you.

You sat forward, positioning yourself on your hands and knees and pumping his thick, meaty cock in your palm. Your tongue snaked out to brush across the tip of him, and you couldn’t help but gaze up at him through your lashes, his face contorted in pleasure as he tried to restrain himself.

Wrapping your lips around him, you sucked at him. Softly, teasing him with your tongue each time you withdrew. He was thick – thick enough to stretch your mouth to the point of discomfort. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care, his lustful grunts spurring you on, your pace quickening while you worked him.

You felt the bed dip behind you, Steve’s cock ghosting across your clit as he lined himself up. The thought of being stuffed at both ends by them was enough to tip you over the edge.

“Keep sucking, baby. Gonna fill you up now, make you feel so good.”

The unbelievable stretch as he thrust himself inside of you shouldn’t have come as a surprise, but yet it did – every single time. You moaned around Bucky’s length, his cock throbbing against your tongue.

Steve’s movements were gentle, he always did know just how to hit that sweet spot. The length of him dragging against your velvety walls was too much to take, your mouth faltering while all you could concentrate on was sheer pleasure.

Bucky’s fingertips lifted your chin, his lips finding yours once again. He mumbled something against your lips that you couldn’t quite make out, unsure if you were deaf with pleasure or if he was so consumed by his, he’d forgotten basic English.

Steve wrapped an arm around your chest, pulling you up against him, Bucky’s mouth instantly on your heaving breasts, suckling and biting torturously.

“So tight, sweetheart. So fucking good.” Something about Steve’s praise had always made you crazy. “You want Bucky, baby? Want to know what it feels like to have him deep inside of you?”

You whimpered at the thought, grinding yourself back onto him with enthusiasm at the mere thought of it. You did want it. Of course you did. But it wouldn’t be enough.

“I want…” you panted, his thrusts harder now, the flesh of your ass rippling each time his hips battered against it. “…you both.”

The sound of heavy breaths filled the air, and you were terrified that you’d pushed your luck too far; neither one of them moving to fulfil your brazen request.

“Please.” You whispered, your fingertips tracing each perfectly chiselled divot of Bucky’s stomach. “Need you both.”

Strong hands gripped your waist, Steve laying back against the headboard once again. Your feet rested upon his knees, body completely at their mercy as he held you there without even so much as flinching.

“Bucky?” You urged, Steve’s cock slipping from your pussy and nudging at your most sensitive hole, the tight ring of muscle already contracting at the mere thought of what was about to happen.

Bucky’s eyes raked over you; his lip trapped between his teeth as he took in the wanton scene laid out before him.

“You want both these holes filled, baby?” Steve teased, the tip of his cock pressing against you, the pressure of it making your breath hitch in your throat. There was no need for lube; you were drenched. His cock stretched you out, just like it had done plenty before, your eyes clenching shut in uncomfortable pleasure, inch by agonising inch he pushed inside of you, your asshole gripping his cock like a vice. “Fuck, that’s it. So fucking tight.”

Bucky loomed over you, cock in hand as he cocked his head to the side, a silent asking of permission.

“Fuck me, Bucky.” You begged, the words rolling off your tongue like honey. “I need you, please.”

Steve stilled inside of you, Bucky’s cock slipping into your pussy just a touch. The primal moan that echoed in his throat had your eyes rolling back, and when he sank himself into you to the hilt, you cried. Tears falling from the corners of your eyes as the most intense euphoria you’d ever experienced hit you like a train.

They didn’t move a muscle, hands and lips caressing you gently while they gave your body time to adjust to the exquisite intrusion. But when they moved, oh when they moved.

Finding an instant rhythm that had you convinced that this wasn’t their first rodeo, you went boneless. Your body simply floating, the feeling of them filling you up simultaneously making your legs tremble, you were in a state of bliss that you’d never felt before.

Steve’s chin rested on your shoulder, his sweet tone whispering filthy nothings into your ears, all the while his eyes locked with Bucky’s in an intense stare that you couldn’t help but be transfixed by..

It was ethereal, truly. A once in a lifetime moment of pure hedonism, a feeling that you’d be chasing for the rest of your life.

“Fuck, she feels like heaven.” Bucky whispered, his lips ghosting your collarbone as he fucked you.

Their movements faltered, just for a moment, their lips brushing together just so.

The pathetic cry that fell from your lips at the sight of it echoed around you, unable to tear your eyes away from them as they kissed, the tiniest slither of saliva connecting them as Bucky pulled away, his forehead resting against Steve’s.

You were teetering on the edge of rapture, their heavy breaths a clue that they weren’t far off themselves.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Feels so fucking good. So fucking full.” You purred, your limbs trembling as potent waves of pleasure washed over you, their hands still gliding over your hot flesh.

They fucked you through your orgasm, letting you ride it out beautifully and making damn sure you were satiated before they spilled inside of you, both holes drenched in their seed.

Watching Bucky cum was so spectacular, you considered it a privelege.The way his eyes rolled back in his skull, his head thrown back and his teeth gritted together; he was magnificent.

“Fuck sweetheart,” Steve panted, withdrawing himself from your stretched out hole and setting you down on the bed beside him.

You could barely open your eyes, the laziest smile gracing your lips as you felt warmth envelope you. You felt the cool sting of metal once again, this time brushing against your forehead, and Steve’s pillowy lips pressing tender kisses to the nape of your neck.

“No more watching, Buck,” Steve spoke, a hint of deviance in his tone, “I got a feeling I’m gonna have to get used to sharing.”

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Will mafia!h and Y/N will have babies? 🥺💓

IM SO SORRY TO TELL YOU THIS BESTIE BUT.... </3

39. " I'm not saying a goodbye."

It was raining. Skies a gloomy shade of cinereal. Harry’s sleek car came to a screeching halt infront of the vast threshold of his home -- his grin pearlish, eyes twinkling a spark as he gets out of the car not caring to close the door behind. He greets his staff and strides two steps together with a gorgeous bunch of his lovie’s favourite flowers now dewy with raindrops and his nose twitched upon sniffing the vanilla-y smell while passing the kitchen and with his beam never vanishing he leaned into the doorframe asking the people inside, “’Ave y'seen Y/N?” Only for them to shake their heads in uncertainty.

She hasn’t showed herself downstairs since morning and even though it’s very odd of her not to chirp around the mansion nobody went to knock at her door to inquire, they think she deserves privacy.

This time they should have because when Harry barged inside their room it was caliginous with curtains shut and lights dimmed to zero.

“Lovie?” His cheery voice clamoured against the walls, a sour feeling he couldn’t be aware of pinches him in throat as he bobbed his head around to look for her and it perked up when a shadow falls on his feet.

“Baby?” His smile quirked back onto his confused features and he narrowed his eyelids to take in her presence through the darkness of wardrobe, “Harry.” A shaky whisper floated towards him and before that sweet call she was falling against his chest.

“Y/N ... baby —-,” His stumped chuckle halted, his brain numbed for a moment when his fingertips brushed up her back to push her closer to him and they trembled as they collected the wetness there. His heart bleaks a stinging pain into it’s cords, his breath shuddered coldly, flowers falling sadly beside their feet and his eyes earths with tears of panic, angst and torment.

His fingertips coating in his love's thick blood.

“I –- ‘m .. you –.. you’re h-hu —- hurt,” He stammered through a whimper hand wrapping around the dagger whose half end’s stabbed into Y/N's spine, her weak frail body unresponsive though she could listen to him.

“Who did this to you! Who did this to you!?” His screams and cries startled everyone downstairs and they rushed up to see what’s happening, to be shocked by their sights of Y/N limp in Harry’s embrace.

He turned his neck to shout at them, “I need a hand t’help me!!” His eyes bloodshot and Niall his best-man scurried over to them as Harry carried Y/N and laid her on her tummy on the bed, he slips onto his knees putting his chin on the mattress to look in her hazy painful eyes -- tears caged in them but never flowing down.

“Harry ...” She mumbled grittily in agony lifting her shaky fingers to pet his face and like an affection starved kitten Harry doesn’t let her tire herself and gets closer to her himself, “Niall bring the first aid, it’s under the sink.” He commands him not letting his eyes drift from over her angelic face.

“You’re okay baby. You’re okay, I know how to stitch up knife wounds.” He sniffled sucking in a breath trying to be brave for her and she just smiled gorgeously, lips blue and cheeks draining out of her usual berry stain.

“Jesus. Harry she’s been stabbed thrice, those fuckers,” Niall’s words wavered in fear and sympathy for Y/N. He squeezed Harry’s shoulder as Harry sobbed upon hearing that, “No –-... no, no! It’s still okay yeah poppet? I’m g’na get y'alright.” He wanted to covers his eyes to block the hurting groans Y/N elicited and he cradled her soft face in his warm palms in comparison to her temperature, touching their temples to pray together.

“Harry li .. listen to —- to me,” She gasps eyes flittering over his shoulder towards Bambi and Thumper the two dogs that had gotten overly fond of her, Harry’s blurry gaze follows her enfeebled gesture for them to come near her.

They whined and howled sadly flopping beside Harry and Harry hiccupped into his elbow shaking his head when Y/N put her hand under their ears in effort to scratch them but wasn’t able to unfortunately, “Hi babies. You’re gonna look after dad after ‘m gone?” Everyone cried at that watching her soul leave their dull lives that watered colourful upon her arrival.

“Don’t say that! Don’t y'dare say that!” Harry sobbed rushing to hug her tightly, the front of his shirt loathing crimson and she hissed looping her arm against his neck when Niall pulled the dagger out from her lower spine gradually and slowly not to hurt her.

“’M so sorry baby, sorry for being the reason of y’pain.” His tears dampened her already sweaty crook of neck, “Pr – promise me t-that that you’ll have some —.. someone who lov‐-.. loves –--,” She whimpered. Her body jerked into him with a force and she pushed him weakly away to stitch her lips tenderly against his's.

“Tell me bubby. Ha—- have I loved y'enough?” She cooed into their kiss and Harry bolted his eyes shut, poisonous sobs wrecking out of his chest.

“Tell me before, I go ...” Her heartbeat started dropping insanely, her lips wobbled, toes curling with life excavating out of her, “Y'have. Y'have don’t go baby, I’m not saying a goodbye!” He cried showering her in kisses for the one last time and pets her hair, eyes closed praying she takes him with herself because he'd never recover from the pain of loosing the only person he loved more than himself, the person who made hum love himself.

“I love you ..” She whispered, her loving kind eyes locked against his’s and the pool of honey around her rims expanded, her lips parted around the gasping breaths and Harry begged and pleaded — a side of him no-one has ever witnessed as he twisted in anguish considering himself the unluckiest man on the earth for letting his lover go like this, in the worst possible way.

“I love you, I thought I’d never be capable of, y'made me worthy darling. I'll always love you baby....” He shrieked into her chest heaving her up gently to embrace her properly and even though he knew she was no more with him, he fooled himself into thinking so.

If it was possible he’d have clawed his ribs to pluck out his heart in return of hers and he felt like the sun and earth had crashed vanishing away the time spaces as he sat there crying and crying mourning the loss of his lovie that could never be healed by anything in this whole word.

He keeps on holding her, rocking back and forth as he lulls her to slumber of death.

It hurts. It hurts so bad.

His heart weeps.

His soul aches.

When rain stopped and that tranquil silence doomed over them, rage filled his every pore and vein.

He knew who did this. Harry has played dirty but he has never played unfair. It was this gang of companies who sabotaged and destructed the orphanages at the property which belonged to his mother (but the papers weren’t clear) to build restaurants and apartments there so Harry took revenge by burning acres of their illegal drug running underground factory and rebuilt the orphanages and took Y/N to one of their charity events.

She was the happiest he had ever seen her.

It’s like a gun barrel clicked in. A firecracker catching the fuse of ashe to burst everything into flames as Harry laid her with ever most tenderness and kissed her temple, her lifeless eyelids and her chapped lips.

Cleaned the streak of blood with his sleeve and didn’t wipe his tears away bashing out of the room, everyone stepped away as Niall lunged infront of him to stop him before he goes to cause damage to himself more than to them for being in such a vulnerable and weak state.

“Step away.” He growled angrily, gaze fiery and dangerous.

“No.” Niall sighed.

“I wouldn’t get her buried in sucha cold blood. She didn’t deserved this, hell nobody does.” Harry kissed his teeth together gripping at his hair ruthlessly, cheeks dry with tears, his limbs trembling, his head spinning.

“Anyone who wouldn’t follow my orders gets their kneecaps blow-off.” He grunted -- nostrils flaring and saying this he went away, snatching his guns from the console and ordered his men to find the security guards that had their duties at the main gates.

In just a day he hunted each of those monsters down like a hungry wolf and gave them such punished, tortured deaths that each one fell in Harry’s feet for his mercy but his heart was turned into a stone already because the only warmth it had there was because of one person and that person’s gone leaving him to survive in this hellhole alone while he dragged these bastards to the depths of firepits.

Once, coming back home to her. To his sunshine, to his soul and life, to his reasons of getting up every morning so he would get to spend time with her —- he broke down. Into shattered bits and pieces of remorse, guilt and sadness feeling himself so small and hurtable as he cried to himself all alone in their garden with no-one to console him where he’ll come to meet her daily.

He wants to rip his skin apart and set it on fire for his beating heart to stop, for it stop feeling.

He feels sick. Fainting, in urgency and desperation to hold his baby and never let go.

To lay down with her under the soil if that's possible.

his only reason to live.

His only beloved.

The wind giggles through pink leaves of cherry blossom tree, lush grass resting peacefully and Harry smiles to himself treading towards his two most favourite people in the world.

The spring being their heartiest month.

“Azalea! What y’chattering ‘bout t'mum?” He asks and nods proudly when his lil boy stands up from his cross position on the ground from beside his mother and brushes the grassy spikes from his cherry printed shorts with his little pudgy hands.

“My first day at school dada!” The four years old squeals and Harry scoops him up in his arms, kissing his cheek again amount less times, “Is that so, huh! huh!” He tickles his little bun.

Y/N was right. Isn’t she always. Harry chuckles. Even if she’s gone he still feels loved from her, she’s in the rains, in the sweaters he wears when he feels shallow, in the scent of his pillows, she’s in the vanilla smell of their favourite cupcakes – she’s in his dreams and that name of their son, Azalea.

She always wanted to name their first born Azalea, a blooming flower that happens to be a vibrant pink, a gift of spring, are floriferous in sunshine and she'd always say that Harry would be their sun.

Their ever source of happiness.

Azalea was three days old when his mother died and Harry took him home even though not sure of his own decision but something in those little eyes that matches his mommy made Harry’s heart attract towards him so much he brought him without another thought.

A home he built with Y/N. The curtains of the mansion still remains pushed back wide, flower vases on every furniture, not a day goes by when anyone doesn’t misses her and the ducklings has grown so much that Y/N would have been spinning in happiness around.

Nothing has changed, life’s fleeting for everyone except for Harry. He counts each day and night that goes without her beside him in his sleep, in the little picnics with Azalea and Niall, in the story reading at nights with his baby, in kitchen to watch the winters first rain prattling against that one window that’s old enough to carry the remains of his ancestors, she’s never there to share a noodle pot with him while he sits and eat alone, never there to patch his favourite socks back, to kiss his forehead whenever he leaves home, to call him sweet names and to laugh with him on his silly jokes, to do thumb fights, to get angry with him whenever he refuses to layer himself in cold.

Never.

Never physically. But, she’s always there in his heart, her presence lurks around him and he could feel the warmth of her wrapping around him whenever he falls asleep watching telly.

“What did y'learn today bubba?” He asks Azalea and grins cheekily when Azalea babbles, “Colours!”

“That’s fuckin’ amazin'!” At that a huge gush of breeze hits him in face a tiny branch of the tree they’re standing under falls on his head.

“Kay' kay fine! No cursing.” He squeaks in defence pouting down at the grave of his lovie and his face splits into a grin when his hair glittered up with cherry blossom leaves.

“We miss you very much,” His voice heavy and sad. He gulps chokingly and blinks away the glossiness, stroking a thumb up Azalea cheek who’s sitting in Harry’s lap.

Every evening they come to meet Y/N, the hole in his heart couldn’t fill up of her void but the soothing feeling of relief that she’s in their garden and nearer to him has lessened the grief.

“G’na meet you tomorrow, our baby’s mighty hungry.” He chuckles hearing the grumbling noises coming from Azalea’s belly.

“You’re so cheeky baby.” His eyes glimmers and he feels himself swooning into breeze, “How’s it going in heaven?” He asks airily tracing his initials beside her beautiful name engraved at the tombstone and it’s like she’s scolding him when he gets a nip on his pointy finger.

“Azalea kiss mommy a goodbye.” Harry breaks into laughter when Azalea bobs his head and almost tumbles of his daddy’s lap in the effort to reach the tombstone.

“Goodbye beautiful.” Harry whispers kissing the top of her tombstone and his heart bursts into lilacs when once again he’s showered into petal like leaves.

“I love you too, baby.” Finally he has accepted to say goodbyes.

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