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buckyalpine · 5 months

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40's baby Bucky & baby Reader, Present Bucky x Reader, all the flufff, a lil angst but it just adds to the fluff, promise

Bucky sat under the tree with a very prominent pout on his chubby face, his arms crossed against his chest with his brows pulled together. He wasn't happy. Not one bit. Not after his favorite ball was kicked over a fence by the other neighborhood boys.

"Bucky, do you want to play with me?" You toddled over to your best friend hoping to lift his spirits after seeing him so grumpy only to be met with a huff.

"No! Go play with Stevie instead. Leave me alone!" He frowned, brushing you off and turning his back at you to sulk facing the tree instead.

"But-

"I don't want to play with you" Bucky grumbled. Your bottom lip wobbled, dropping your shoulders as you walked off and sat by yourself under some shade on your porch. You didn't have many friends being the youngest and only little girl on your street; Bucky and Steve being the only two who included you in their games.

"Bucky's mean" You picked up one of your dolls, setting her up beside you while you toyed with a wild flowers, doing your best to keep from sniffling after he shooed you away. You knew he was upset but you wanted to make him feel better!

Of course it didn't take long for Bucky to feel bad, peeking over to see your fallen face sitting all alone on the steps of your house, eyes wet with tears which you were desperately blinking back. He got a bad feeling in his little pudgy belly, knowing he wasn't very nice to you. He knew his ma wouldn't be very happy if she heard how he'd spoken to you, especially after you were just trying to brighten his mood. He got up from his place on the grass, nicking a few flowers from his garden before shuffling over to you only to be met with your now grumpy face, crossing your arms and turning away just like he did.

"I'm sorry y/n" Bucky came and plopped beside you, moving the doll away, while clutching onto a few pink tulips. You didn't respond, still mad at him for being mean to you when you'd done nothing wrong. "C'mon jellybean, pwease?"

His baby blues were shining bright as he gave you his best puppy eyes, hoping you'd forgive him. You felt a giddy at the name he called you, one he'd given you because he thought you were sweet like one. You turned to face him while he gave you a shy little smile, placing the flowers onto your lap.

"I brought you flowers" He stated proudly, happy at the giggle you let out, setting them aside before tugging at his hand to run off and play.

"Y'promise you'll come back?" your eyes were wet with tears again although you were now 20 years older and the chubby boy you grew up with had grown into a very handsome soldier. He stood before you in his clean and pressed uniform, his face shaven, hair neatly cropped.

"Of course doll" He whispered affectionately, letting his thumbs swipe across your cheeks, kissing away the tears that fell. "I'll always come back to you jellybean"

"You better" You sniffled, standing on your toes to chase more of his lips as he pressed them to yours, his hands wrapping around your waist, picking you up with ease.

"M'gonna come right back to you, safe n'sound" He held you for as long as he could, rocking you close to his chest while you fought back a sob, giving him a brave smile instead.

"I love you Jamie"

"I love you jellybean"

That was the last time you saw him.

"This is a bad idea"

"When have I ever had a bad idea" Tony scoffed, continuing to tinker with his quantum portal while Bruce looked over numbers.

"It's not stable enough Tony, if we send someone through this, they could get stuck in an alternate timeline or we could end up changing the future-

"Yea, yea, stop worrying, hand me that spanner"

Bruce sighed, handing over the tool while contemplating on the safest way to test the machine. It wasn't ready to handle anyone actually travelling through time but at the very least they could potentially open portals to the past.

"We gotta put in a location to see if this works-how about-" Tony contemplated on a location, his eyes growing wide with excitement when he spotted Steve's diary that he'd left behind in the lab, "Let's see if Captain has any interesting places from the 40's"

"Why wouldn't you just see if we could get to the compound garden" Bruce groaned while Tony flipped through the pages, typing in an address that had been scribbled in. It was from a list of places Steve wanted to visit again from when he was a child, the address of the person listed under friends. There was only one other person listed there other than Bucky.

"Alright, call the others, let's see if this baby works"

"You're going to get us all killed" Bruce shook his head while calling for everyone to come to the lab. By now everyone was used to Tony's antics; the only one who was genuinely giddy with excitement was surprisingly Bucky. One thing he'd always loved was science; even his stoic expression couldn't hide the twinkle in his eye every time he got to see another Stark experiment.

"Glad you all made it. Now, thanks to Cap, we're going to see if we can open a portal that travels back to the 1940's. I suggest you all stand back since I haven't actually tested this before"

"Why are you like this" Nat snorted while Tony waved her off, pushing a few more buttons before hitting start. Bucky watched from the safe sidelines of the lab as the machine began to vibrate, a low buzz growing louder until a portal roared to life that lead to the inside of someone's home. Bucky and Steve were both stunned from shock seeing a flash of a very familiar living room for no longer than a second before the whole thing closed with a bang and a large puff of smoke in its place.

"Well done Mr. Playboy billionaire dumbass" Sam wheezed while the team was left coughing, the room cloudy as the loud buzz began to dull. "What was the location you even put in-

Sam stopped talking midway when he heard another voice coughing followed by mumbling coming from the place where the portal closed. The smoke hadn't yet dissipated but the shadow of a person was slowly becoming visible. Everyone froze when they realized there was someone on the platform, wondering who could've been sucked through.

"Bruce, turn on the fan-" Bruce hit the lab fan which pulled helped with the smoke revealing a young woman in a flower printed dress. An apron was still tied around her waist, flour streaked across her cheeks, a rolling pin still in her hand. "What the-

"JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES"

Bucky thought he was going to collapse as soon as he saw who was on the platform, his heart fluttering madly in his chest. He couldn't control the blush that crept up on his cheeks, butterflies bursting in his tummy, just as they did all those years ago. The young woman stormed up to the soldier, face full of fury as her palm smacked his cheek (Not hard enough to actually hurt him of course).

"HOW DARE YOU"

Everyone else in the lab silently congregated to one side watching curiously though Steve was still utterly frozen seeing-

"Y-y/n? Doll?"

"Don't you doll me" you whacked his arm with your rolling pin, huffing when it clanged back after hitting metal. That didn't seem to faze you as you switched and hit the other arm instead, making Bucky yelp. "You lied!"

You dropped your makeshift weapon to the floor, moving your hands to your hips instead, looking up and down at the man you loved with your entire heart, the man who you mourned for years after you were told he was dead. He looked much different from when you'd last seen him, the most obvious difference being an entirely new arm. His cheeks were scruffy and it was clear some form of time travel had taken place but none of that mattered. None of that mattered when the love of your life was standing right there, alive and well.

"Oh baby, no-

"Absolutely not Barnes" you huffed at the pet name he gave you, crossing your arms over your chest and Bucky thought he'd melt into an absolute puddle at the sight. He was thrown back to when you were both no more than 4 years old, with a cute little frown on your face whenever you'd get upset. "You left! I thought you-I thought you died!"

The sound of your voice cracking broke Bucky's heart, his hands itching to wrap you up and pull you close to his chest the way you loved. He could see your eyes twinkle with tears threatening to spill out while you rapidly tried to blink them away. You chewed on your bottom lip to keep from wobbling and it only made Bucky yearn to hold you and never let go.

"Sweetheart please, I didn't mean to leave you doll, I promise" He stepped closer to you, hesitantly reaching out to take your hand in his, not feeling the slightest bit conscious about his metal arm. The coolness of his hand calmed your racing heart while you sniffled, still refusing to meet his eyes as you stared down at your feet instead.

The day you'd been told he'd never come back had been the worst day of your life. You wept for months on end, losing the man you were waiting to marry. The only person you'd been in love with since you were 4 years old.

Seeing you standing there before him stirred feelings in Bucky h never thought he'd feel again. Having a home. A beautiful wife. Little chubby babies. All with his dream girl he'd loved all his life. There wasn't a day that had gone by where he didn't think about her. He didn't think he'd ever get the chance again but here you were, dusted in flour like you always were whenever you were in the kitchen, in a pretty dress he loved so much, fighting your cries after desperately missing him. He softly cupped your cheeks, swiping away at your tears, his forehead coming down to softly rest against yours. He smiled through watery eyes at your stubborn nature, still keeping your arms crossed while his nose bumped with yours.

"Jellybean" Bucky whispered, your heart melting at the name, swallowing the lump in your throat, "Please? I-I'll- I'll bring you flowers" He said with a shaky voice, nearly toppling over when you flung yourself into his arms. He caught you, squeezing you right back and lifting you off the floor to cradle you nice and tight before pulling back to smash his lips against yours. The collective sniffles and whistles from the team were drowned out by your soft giggles and warm lips.

"I missed you so much" you buried your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him, the one that comforted yo the most.

"You have no idea how much I missed you jellybean, never letting you go again"

"Terminator, you wanna introduce us?" Tony was the first to speak up, not so subtly wiping away at his eyes while Bucky continued to look at you with heard eyes, introducing you to everyone. You could only wrap your head around so much at a time but nothing truly mattered now that you were back with your soldier.

And of course your other best friend.

"Steve" You giggled as Steve lifted you up with ease into a tight hug, grinning at his two friends finally getting the life they deserved together.

Seriously imagine how sickeningly cute these two would be. Bucky is so excited to teach you all about the future. He gets to show you how to use all the new technology around the compound. He's so naughty about it too, teasingly telling you he'd be happy to help you in the shower if there's any questions you has about water temperature.

He doesn't waste any time with asking to marry you. Its everything you've ever dreamed of and more considering Tony took the bill and ran. Bucky can't put into words how happy he is finally getting the life he thought was ripped from his hands.

On your wedding night, Bucky spends hours loving on you like there's no tomorrow which is why a few months later, your belly is swollen with your first baby. Bucky is thankful for the future because as excited as he is to start a family, he's scared shitless something could happen to his jellybean.

"Bucky, I'm fine-

"Absolutely not, why are you up Jellybean, go sit down, I'll bring breakfast to you"

"I can still walk y'know-

"Nope. You stay right there, don't move mama, just rest"

When you do have to move around, he's there holding your baby bump, feeling giddy over becoming a dad. He can't wait to meet his little baby that he's made with his dream girl.

After his son is born, he waits for your body to heal but no ones surprised to see you with a new bump not too long after.

Two baby boys are no match for all the avengers but they all happily share their god father and god mother duties.

Your third is a little girl and she's going to be spoiled by everyone.

Somewhere along the way, you get a white fluffy cat.

Bucky's life has never been better.

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logansargeantsbabymom · 4 days

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Lonely Christmas

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

summary: Lando and Y/N decide that they want to play a prank on their fans and the rest of the grid by hinting at breaking up over X (twitter)

warnings: Cursing & “Cheating”

“hey babe, I have an idea.” I said with a smirk as I plopped myself on the bed next to my Formula 1 race winner boyfriend, Lando Norris.

“Oh no, this doesn’t sound good” Lando says chuckling as he props himself on his elbow to get a better view of me, before leaning down pressing a quick kiss to my lips

“mm, I think we should prank your fans and the grid.” I said with the biggest smile I’ve ever smiled in my life.

“and how do you suppose we do that, hmm?” Lando said, his eyes flickering between my eyes and my lips.

Sitting up and criss cross apple sauce, I stare into his soul “I think we should stage a twitter breakup,” I searched his face for some type of answer

“What? Is this a way of telling me you want to breakup without telling me you want to breakup?” He looks kinda hurt, which quickly prompts me to swing my legs over his body so i’m sitting on his lower torso.

“Absolutely not baby! i love you beyond the galaxy. I just think this would be funny,” i plead but Lando looks unsure “I’ll tell you what to say and all !”

“fine, but only if you let me eat you out, BUT you have to sit on my face” Lando knows I’m insecure about my weight and crushing him to death.

“oh! fine!!” I say plopping right off his body and landing on the bed with a huff. “so i’m gonna tweet something to indicate that we’re breaking up but not actually saying anything”

“and how are you gonna do that-” I quickly interrupt him

“make me cry” i say nonchalantly

“what?” Lando’s face reads 50 shades of Stunned “no, I promised you and your family that the one thing i’d NEVER do to you is make you cry.”

Hearing Lando admit that means the world to me, but i need him to stop being nice and make me cry. It doesn’t take much for me to cry and since Lando doesn’t want to make me cry, I’ll resort to the next best thing: thinking of my (very much alive) dog die.

Just a few seconds of thinking of my (breed/dog) die, the tears well up in my eyes and I let out a choked sob, before whipping my phone out and taking a picture before posting it on twitter with the caption

"nobody wants a lonely Christmas but I'm about to call it quits with you. Breaking up is at the top of my wishlist and baby you don't have a clue."

I flip my phone to show Lando with a smirk plastered on my face. "So, what'd ya think?" I question as I post it and wait a few seconds before twitter starts going absolutely nuts. " wait wait let me read you some of the comments I'm getting, 'slut4ln' says 'NO MOM AND DAD PLEASE STOP FIGHTING' haha look, here's another 'mother/n' said 'mother always knows wtf is up, Lando Norris count your days' !!" the chuckles leaving my lips are loud

"I think that I don't know how to respond to that on twitter," Lando says with a faint chuckle "here, how about you take my phone, type out what you want me to say and then let me read it before posting it." a smirk evident on his face as he hands me his phone, before putting said hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down.

"What about this...?" I question as I'm typing

"You say our relationships fading and you've been thinking bout leaving and though I know it's the truth I just don't want to believe it. You've gotta be kidding me, are we really breaking up? We just picked out a tree, damn."

"Okay Y/N/N lets give it a second to spread, we have to get juicy comments before we keep going, oh. never mind. George is texting me asking me what the fuck I did and why am I arguing twitter about it"

"fuck it, ignore him. we need to make this believable." I say swiping George's message away. "Opinion on this?"

"wait wait, let me tweet something else before you tweet y/n/n. Here, read this"

"You haven't even left yet and I miss you. I was looking forward to the holidays with you. How could you do this on Christmas, girl that's so malicious? C'mon baby, please don't make me beg cause I can go and date your friend instead. Yeah, I'll put the nut in meg. But If you're thinking about leaving, then I already blew it. screw it, then I guess I'll have to beat you to it, bitch."

"OKAYYYY LANDOOOO LET ME STEP UP MY GAME!!!" I scream as I finished reading his reply after he hit tweet bouncing up and down on the bed in excitement.

"okay, okay what about this for me?" I question as I finish typing, turning my phone so Lando can read what I typed.

"I tell you I love you but I don't really mean it, cause after this Christmas sorry but I'm leaving you."

"I'm starting to feel like you're just soft launching a break up with us right now" Lando says "Why else would you gave suggested a fake twitter break up?"

"Baby, please. This is just for shits and giggles. AHH OH MY GOSH!! OSCAR'S CALLING ME" I screamed in panic as I declined the call. "Lando, I think you need to eat me up in the twitter beef again, put your pretty head to work and think of some insults for me."

"I'm almost done, but first I got a question. Why is it one week before Christmas you feel the need to mention a break up with me is in the process but still pending? Is it depending on your gift and what I'm spending? Or are you fishing for more compliments? Because to my astonishment, you're acting like little kid. Was it something I said?Sometimes my head stops thinking, when I say some stupid shit to you, you know I don't mean it, it's just the season, it's confusing, can we just get along?"

"LANDO MY COMMENTS ARE GOING CRAZYYYY! LOOK" I giggle in excitement as I flip my phone so he can scroll through the comments

slut4ln: MOM AND DAD PLEASE STOP! CHRISTMAS IS RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER AND I CAN'T DEAL WITH A DIVORCE RN

georgeswhore: I wake up from a nap to SEE THESE?!?!?!?!

leclercsgf: What the absolute fuck did they fight about that THEYRE BEEFING ON TWITTER FOR AND AIRING OUT A POTENTIAL BREAKUP???

>y/nforpresident: potential? honey I think they are done

Landoslefttoe: Lando kinda ate mom up though 😭😭

LewisHamilton: Answer your fucking phones now!

CharlesLeclerc: LANDO?? YOU CALL YOUR GIRLFRIEND "BITCH"??

CarlosSainz: Cabron, call me asap and fill me in

LoganSargeant: Does this mean I actually have a chance with Y/n?

"I'm choosing to ignore Logan's comment," Lando said flipping my phone back so I could read it. "When are we gonna go public and say it was a prank?" Lando asks as he readjusts himself on the bed, pulling me down and closer to him so we're cuddling

"We can tell them all tomorrow" I yawn as I cuddle closer to my boyfriend "goodnight handsome"

"Goodnight precious" lando whispers as he kisses my temple

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chiikasevennn · 2 months

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SMUT !!

Miguel eating u out . Fingering at the end. Idk what i wrote. Not proofread i js wanna yk. probably has errors.

"[Name]...?" Miguel's head got up from your aching pussy. He saw those tears, one at the brink of tracing a path down your cheeks.

"Ye—yeah?" He knew what you were going to possibly assume next.

"No, nothing's wrong. Are you okay? If—if you're uncomfortable, we can stop." Miguel had a knack for saying the perfect things that melted your heart. It was just one of the many qualities you had come to deeply admire about him.

"No!" You yelled. He just gave you the most mentally flabbergasting orgasm you could ever receive. It wasn't like any other. Electrifying. "It's okay, I—I just, uh, if, if it's being silent, you're not doing anything wrong… That's how I usually am… During sex."

"Oh?"

"'M sorry," you meekly replied, laying back down on the pillow, avoiding his gaze as he was practically in front of your wet cunt that he seemed to not want to let go of.

Gosh, Miguel absolutely adored you. This would be the first time you guys' doing actual lovemaking. You've only given him unforgettable blowjobs, but of course, Miguel was a man with necessities as well; he wanted to taste his woman.

"So you're not uncomfortable?" He asked.

"No… I'm just…" not used to being eaten out like you were the only thing that was gonna keep him alive. "Yeah. You can continue. I really liked it..."

You pretty much wouldn't be extremely wet if you didn't like this one bit.

Miguel placed a quick, firm kiss on your clit, making you flinch. Your cheeks warmed, and before you knew it, you blinked back tears from blurring your eyesight as he devoured every inch of your sanity, but this time, he became rougher.

In less than a minute, nearly on the brink of full-fledged sobbing, trying to keep your legs back together, but Miguel was preventing it. Miguel groaned in pleasure as he pushed your legs against your chest. He made sure there was a wide enough space for him to properly exhibit devotion to your pussy.

There, you exploded your second orgasm of the night. Miguel very well sensed this and kept kissing your cunt as a thank you for cumming for him. You thought he'd finally give you a rest, knowing how much tremble he got out of that simple cunnilingus.

Of course, that was what you thought until he jumped on your pussy again and started to lick and rub everything with his tongue, especially your sensitive clit.

Your body instinctively thrashed around him, only to be caged by his powerful grip on your thighs given how huge he was.

"Ah—ah… uh, u— Mi-Migueeel, wa— mmf!" You slapped the nearest pillow against your face as tears blurred your vision when your clit finally gave out again. He gave kitten licks against your vulva.

Seemed like Miguel took it as a challenge to get you to break for him. Not what he exactly wanted, but this was a process.

He ascended from your spent cunt and went beside you to get a hug. He caressed your naked breast underneath your shirt, massaging and clinging to it as he kissed the tears away, chuckling when you whimpered lowly.

Now, it was time to use his fingers.

"Shit," his hands found its way against your hole, and the way you tried to close it almost made him cum his pants.

You almost whine. You forgot how long and thick his fingers were compared to any of the guys you've been with. Of course, you would, and now you were going to be trained wonderfully by this behemoth of a man.

"Spread 'em wider for me, m'love," he wasn't even finished and you did as you were told. He chuckled. Cute.

"'M gonna fuck you with my fingers, all right? If you can't take it anymore, 's okay, let it all out…"

Needless to say, you woke up the next day unable to walk properly. Oh, he also kept pumping his fingers into your cunt sometimes that you almost passed out, sometimes glaring, but did you ever protest? Nope!

#miguel o'hara smut #Miguel O'Hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #spider-man #spider-verse #atsv #smut #lmao #Miguel o'hara x reader smut

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7s3ven · 4 months

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can you please do poseidon/reader and she finds out luke is the lightning thief?

THE GRUDGE. luke (pjo)

( master list )

IN WHICH… Y/N L/N can’t forgive Luke for his crimes despite loving him more than she loves herself.

“I know in my heart hurt people, hurt people. And we both drew blood, but, man, those cuts were never equal.”

Warnings : spoilers, small angst (in my opinion lol. I’m more sensitive to family/friendship angst, not relationship angst), short(ish) oneshot

A/N : to any other writers, do you ever act out the situations you’re writing so you can write a better descriptions of reactions and then you realise that you’re actually a good actor?

Because I literally just acted out Y/N’s reaction and either I’m great at fake crying (which has been a talent of mine) … or my heart-wrenching sobs were real 😨. Also, the song one of us from the Lion King suits Luke perfectly.

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The life of a half-blood wasn’t easy, especially not when you were a forbidden child. Y/N flipped through her fashion magazine, aimlessly swinging her legs as she lay on her front. “Y/N.” Luke called out, pushing the creaky door open. She lifted her head, staring at him curiously.

“Hey, Luke.” She smiled at him, clasping her hands together. He grinned back, slowly walking over to her side.

“You feeling okay?” He asked, placing a heavy hand on her shoulder. With Percy, her half-brother gone, she was alone in her cabin. Again.

Y/N gazed at him through her lashes. “Yeah. I’m good. I’m fine.” She whispered, reaching out to grasp his wrist. Luke bit the inside of his cheek.

“I have your phone.” Luke uttered, handing Y/N her device. Phones weren’t allowed in camp but Luke found a way around that, much to Y/N’s happiness. She had spent far too long in the mortal world to give up scrolling through social media.

“Thanks, love.” Her pink-tinted lips curved into a soft smile. “You have no idea how much I need this now that Percy is gone on his quest. It’s so lonely here.”

Y/N always hated being in her own company. Her cabin got messy and she never had the motivation to clean it. She was thankful for Luke because he always helped her with the mundane task that should have been easy, but not for her.

“No problem, princess.” Luke lightly kissed her forehead while she laughed. “I can’t wait until Percy is back because I have a feeling that things are about to change.” Nothing good lasts for long. Y/N, more than anyone, knew that. She stalked through the thick vegetation, harbouring a heavy sword. She had heard rumours of Luke… and she needed to confirm it for herself, even if it meant endangering her safety.

“Luke.” She called out, her voice shaking. She didn’t want to believe the rumours but Luke was unpredictable. Ever since returning from his quest, he hadn’t been the same.

Y/N had been at Camp Half-Blood for longer than most and she had seen demigods come and go, desperately searching for glory but never finding enough of it.

“Luke.” She said again, repeating it like it was a mantra that would save him from the terrible fate he had chosen. She dragged her sword against the ground, her eyes scanning for the slightest bit of movement amongst the trees.

She sighed, thinking of returning to camp before she spotted a flicker of orange. "Luke?" She whispered, but he still heard her. She stepped towards him, breathing heavily.

"Luke... what... is it true? Did you..." Y/N couldn't find the right words. "What did you do, Luke?" She asked, grabbing him by the front of his shirt when she noticed how he avoided her gaze and how his eyes looked so guilty. "What did you do?!"

"I did what I had to, Y/N. The gods... they don't care about us." Luke stiffened as Y/N glowered at him, her eyes filled with so much rage and hate and sadness and everything in between.

"You're wrong, Luke!" She exclaimed, harshly shaking him.

"I'm not like you, Y/N! My father doesn't care about me. Yours might give a shit about you but that doesn't apply to anyone! Look around you. Poseidon ignored Percy for years while nurturing you. My father abandoned my mother and I when he could have helped us. Ares hates Clarisse for being a girl and forces her to train harder until she collapses. They try so hard to find every little flaw in us that they ignore what we've done for them."

"But why this, Luke? Why betray us? Me! You betrayed me, Luke! And all your friends and family! Hermes may not give a shit about you, but I do! I have loved you since we first met, Luke! I fucking love you and you betrayed me!" Y/N slammed her fists against his chest, screaming until tears welled up in her eyes. "What did you do to Percy?" She muttered, her voice barely even a whisper. "Tell me. Tell me now and I might spare you! Please… please.” She hiccuped, her hits growing weaker.

Luke wheezed as Y/N gripped his throat for a split second. "He'll be fine... he only got stung."

"I hate you." Y/N seethed, rage engulfing her soft heart until it spilled out and poisoned her body with its toxins. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you! Gods, I hate you, Luke! Fuck you! Fuck… you!” She screamed, the sound echoing around the empty trees.

But she still couldn't bring herself to stab him. "Get out of here, Luke. Go! Leave! I never want to see your face again!" Y/N's voice shook as she shoved Luke away from her.

Heart-wrenching sobs slipped past her lips as she pointed an accusing finger at Luke. "The gods have fucked up, Luke, but you are no different. Maybe you had the right idea at first... but you went with it the wrong way. And it cost you everything. Don't go near Percy again. Don’t you dare touch him ever again! You don’t deserve his kindness! Don't even look at him because I promise you, if you do, I will drive a stake through your heart!” Y/N's confident voice faltered for a moment. She shakily inhaled. "I hope you're happy with yourself." That fated day still haunted Y/N's mind. She often had nightmares about it, where things turned out different had she stabbed Luke. She always woke up with a loud gasp, covered in a light layer of sweat.

On her nightside table, her phone rang. She hadn't been using it much since Luke left. She slowly reached for it. Nobody had her phone number except her close friend, who lived in Tokyo, her cousin, and... Luke.

Her heart was beating unusually fast as she shakily turned the device over to peer at the screen. Her stomach churned and she dropped her phone in horror. Percy was in the infirmary, still recovering from the pit scorpion attack. She was somewhat thankful for that.

She let the phone ring, letting out a sigh of relief when it finally stopped. But it started again, and again. Until on the third ring, she finally clicked the green button.

She didn't say anything, flinching at the sound of Luke's voice. "Y/N? Y/N. Thank goodness you picked up! I knew you weren't going to answer my iris message so I was hoping your phone was working."

Y/N cut Luke off from his ranting. "Luke... don't call me again."

"Wait, Y/N. Please listen to me. I love"-

She hung up before he could finish. She stared at her phone, gripping it tightly. With a guttural scream, she threw it across the room. It landed safely on Percy's bed and a part of her was glad that it did. It was one of the only things she had left from Luke.

She didn't know if she could ever forgive Luke for betraying her trust. And the worst thing was that she still loved him from the bottom of her heart. "You good?" Y/N quietly walked towards Percy, helping him sit up. He groaned.

"Yeah. I'm sorry about Luke... I know how much he meant to you." Percy's eyes softened as he stared at Y/N, intertwining his fingers with hers.

"He, uh... tried calling me last night." Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line.

Percy tilted his head to the side. "So what'd you do?"

"I ignored him until the third time... then I hung up after I told him to stop contacting me."

"You don't have to be so tough all the time, Y/N." Percy uttered, pulling her into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around her waste and she sighed.

"I really want to scream, Percy. I just... can't believe he could do that so easily. I mean, leave us... leave me. I'm trying not to care and I'm trying to say I'm fine but I can't let it go." Tears welled up again, dripping down the red apples of her cheeks.

Y/N would be lying if she said she hadn’t tried to figure out why Luke did what he did. She tried to piece everything together but it only hurt her head and heart to think.

After ensuring Percy was comfortable, she stepped outside. The camp was in utter chaos after Luke’s betrayal and they were trying to find more spies amongst them. Most people suspected Y/N because she ran into the woods to confront Luke and she was closely associated with him, which didn’t help. But she loved her friends and she could never leave them as Luke had.

She wandered into a small clearing, dipping her hand into a cold river nearby to calm herself. She didn’t even notice someone was watching her from behind until they cleared their throat.

With a panicked gasp, Y/N looked over her shoulder. She was expecting a fellow camper, maybe even Luke, but not Hermes in all his glory. The pair stared at each other for a minute before Hermes finally broke the awkward silence.

“You’re Y/N, right?” He hesitatingly pointed at her, worried he had the wrong girl.

She nodded.

“I know I’m probably the last person you want to see after Luke left.” Hermes started off, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck.

“Luke is the last person I want to see.” Y/N retorted, “You’re second on that list.”

“He really did like you, you know."

“It wasn’t enough apparently.” Y/N shrugged, already accepting that she could tear Luke from his fate, “Maybe I deserved the betrayal… but not from Luke. He practically made me into the person I am. I guess he wanted to see how high he could build me before I fell. He had everything yet he still wanted more.”

“He cared about you. Dare I say, Y/N, he love”-

She cut him off just as she had cut Luke off. “Don’t say he loved me because if he did then he wouldn’t have done this! He… he wouldn’t have done all this!” Y/N choked on her words as she bit back a sob.

“He still loves you. Not loved. Not past-tense. Never past-tense. I’ve seen him, you know. He misses you and for a while, he tried to contact you in every way he could just so he could hear your voice. Even if you were screaming at him. I know that in another life, he wishes he didn’t have to leave you behind.”

“There shouldn’t be another life!” Y/N exclaimed. Getting angry at a god was dangerous but she was so frustrated and angry and hurt. Hermes didn’t seem to mind. He nodded his head, understanding her emotions. “Don’t you get it? You also have to take the blame. You’re part of the reason why he betrayed us!”

“He’ll forgive me eventually.”

Y/N shook her head. “No. You and every other deity thinks that your neglected child will forgive you but they might not. They might forgive but they will never forget. If I can’t even forgive the boy I love with all my heart, how do you think Luke will ever forgive you?” She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Forgiveness takes strength." Hermes whispered, barely loud enough for Y/N to hear. "Luke is much stronger than I originally thought and you, the mighty daughter of the sea god himself, are too.”

“Yeah, well,” Y/N shrugged as she stood up, brushing the dirty off her pants. “I don’t think I’m quite there yet.”

“It takes time.” Hermes said, “Meanwhile, I would suggest answering that.” He pointed at her phone that was ringing in her hand. Y/N didn’t even notice with how distracted she was.

She briefly looked down at the screen and raised her head again, her lips parting when Hermes was nowhere to be seen.

She hesitatingly pressed the accept button and raised her phone to her ear. She heard him quietly gasp, surprised she even answered again. “Luke… hi.”

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vivwritesfics · 6 months

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angsty to fluff lando fic of reader getting insecure about herself and comparing herself to his ex gf and he reassures her🙏🙏

Y/N looked in the mirror. She was pretty, undeniably so, but she didn't see it that way. She turned from side to side, her phone open on Instagram on the floor in front of her.

She didn't follow her boyfriends ex, but, because of her likes, she came up as suggested. Y/N couldn't help but compare herself.

She wasn't like Lando's ex girlfriend. And it made her wonder. Why did he fall for her when his last girlfriend was so different? And how long until he realised this and went searching for something else?

The front door went, jolting Y/N away from her thoughts. Lando was home. Her boyfriend was home.

It was rare that Y/N let her thoughts get to her like this. But, when did did, Lando could always tell. She became quieter, more closed off. It was a repeating cycle, where Y/N would become closed off and Lando would give her time. But then he'd realise he misses his girlfriend so he'd wrap her in his arms and kiss her all over her face until she started giggling.

Yeah, Lando knew how to deal with this better than anybody. Of course, he didn't know why Y/N retreated into herself. He'd asked, sure, but she wouldn't tell him.

But things would quickly go back to normal. Using nothing but how much he loved her, Lando could get Y/N back to her usual smiling, giggling self.

But was happening more and more often.

It wasn't angering Lando, every time he came home and his girlfriend refused to meet his eye. No, it was worrying him. He just wanted her to be happy. He needed to get to the bottom of this.

Lando didn't know how he was going it. When Y/N wouldn't tell him, it was going to be incredibly difficult. But then, when Y/N went to the bathroom. She left her phone on the bed, screen unlocked on Instagram.

Lando picked up the phone. He wasn't trying to snoop, really. It was out of concern.

And then he saw it, the picture of his ex girlfriend up on Y/N's phone. What the hell?

Lando set off to the bathroom. He knocked on the door before pushing it open. "Lan, do you mind?" Y/N asked.

"Of course not."

No, Lando didn't mind. They'd been in the bathroom together a thousand times before. "Baby, what is this?" He asked as he leaned against the window ledge.

He turned the phone towards her and Y/N suddenly snatched it away from him. "That's my private business," she mumbled, locking the screen.

"Baby, come on. Just tell me what's going on, please," he begged, grabbing a hold of her hands. "I'm worried out you."

Suddenly, Y/N sobbed. She let out a sob, her head falling forward.

Lando let her finish up and met her back in the bedroom, the tear tracks still on her face. "Okay," she said with a shaky breath as she sat on the bed beside Lando.

"Okay?" He had to repeat when she said nothing more.

Y/N sucked in a deep breath. "I... am insecure. I'm really insecure, actually." It was weird to finally admit. After months of the odd spiral here or there, It was strange to finally get off her chest,

"But you have nothing to be insecure of," Lando said.

"But I do, Lan. I keep seeing the pictures of your ex and I can't help but wonder why you're with me." That bit she said quiet. It was embarrassing to admit that she let somebody else make her feel this way.

"No, baby, you don't," Lando insisted. "I love you, right?" He said and waited for her to nod her head. "And I love you for a reason, right?" Again, he waited for her to nod. "And you know there's a reason that I'm not with her again, right?"

Yeah, Y/N knew. There was a reason he and her broke up, she knew.

"And if I thought there was a reason I didn't want to be with you, I wouldn't, right?"

Maybe that was the wrong thing to say. Y/N punched his arm and Lando grabbed a hold of her, pulling her close. He wrestled her into a cuddling position and kissed the top of her head. "I love you, you muppet. Got that?"

"Got it."

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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Hi, I'd like to request a spicy one: cockwarming hcs for Lucifer and Solomon (separately pls) Thx<3

Cockwarming with Lucifer and Solomon

here <3

femreader, teasing, begging, overstimulation, rough sex, slight dumbification, I think;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

-Let's be honest, he's really kinky in bed. So he knows about that before he meets you and has .. can't say "immunity to this", but he definitely experienced in cockwarming and really likes it.

-Mostly prefer to use it like a little foreplay - punishment if you were too bratty in recent days or he just has the right mood to tease you.

-And oh just what kind of emotions he makes you go through while you are sitting on his lap with a long thick cock pushing your walls so deep inside.. From just light embarrassment when you feel as Luci fully thrust into you but instead of usual fast pounding there's nothing, just light twitches of his dick.. To almost humiliation as you mewl in impatience, begging him to finally move as you can't take it anymore, too aroused..

-So yeah, he likes to take his time with you, red deep gaze fixed on your beautiful face as he enjoys every bit of your blushing cheeks and tear-filled eyes, you look so cute with these trembling lips and this tiny silver thread of saliva on your chin.. Did he actually make you feel this good without any actions..?

-"Mm, what's wrong? Did you miss me so much these few days so just the feeling of my cock makes your little pussy so wet..?" - a wave of goosebumps run down your spine as his bitter deep breath tickles your ear. His mouth is so close to your earlobe, you can feel the warmth of his lips, but instead of kissing you here he just bites soft skin, making you whine a little.

-Sometimes it feels like Lucifer's even more playful during cockwarming then during sex itself. It's just so hard not to tease you when all you do is keep sobbing and whining, your hips shaking as you try to squeeze his waist with your thighs, to get a little bit of friction, at least something..

-But uh oh, his arms are too strong and can hold you right in place, so you can't squirm around that much, the only movement you feel is his dick twitching a little inside you, and just touches.

-Oh yes. Just touches. As if Lucifer's hands itself is not enough for you to start trembling even more.

-The way he always starts with light strokes in your shoulders, so gently like if he is actually trying to calm you down from the overwhelming feeling in your pulsing core, but then his arms quickly get down, right to your waist.. Oh and the way he is always grabbing your waist, such possession and hunger in this tight grip as Luci brushes his fingers on your deliciously smooth skin..

-It just adds fuel to the fire, making you shiver and bite your lips as all you can't think about is these strong hands moving on your hips, squeezing soft flesh, so tight that leaving bruises as Luci finally starts pounding in you, fast and aggressive, absolutely wrecking your needy cunt..

-But you will not receive that. At least right now. Because he isn't satisfied yet. He's an avatar of Pride, after all, and the view of your body being so weak after his touches, the awareness of how controlled you are by him now.. This makes his dick throb even more as demon just can't stop but teases you even more.

-"Well if it's actually all you need to be happy then I don't mind.." - such a mocking tone as Lucifer's looking you right in the eyes, grasping your hips so greedy.. - "I'm ready to sit like this for a long time, enjoy that as much as you wish.."

-Oh, and the way your voice sounds now, so thin and weak as you sobbing, asking to stop this and finally give you what you want.. It's music to his ears that he can listen to forever.

-So Luci likes to play not only with your waist or hips, but he absolutely adores playing with your clit while sitting still. No movements inside you but he at least touches you here, why do you complain?

-Softly caressing you here, mocking you for being that needy as your clit is already throbbing and he can feel that with the tip of his finger. You just start clenching around him even more, do you like it? You like it when he almost makes you cum by only stimulating your clit?

-"You squeeze me so tight, darling.. Are you close?" - Lucifer smirks and sped up, pushing your sensitive spot with such rapid pace, you can't help but dig your nails in his shoulders, absolutely out of control. Your pussy trembling so much, sucking his dick deeper inside and it's both so pleasurable, to feel his fingers on your clit, sending you on edge, but at the same time that's still not enough as your cunt still wants some attention too.

-Of course he would tease you about that too. How cute and precious you are, actually cumming before you even start anything.. But it was the last straw for Lucifer, as he was also already so painfully hard, and after you clenched around him that much, wet hot walls clinging to his dick so tight.. He groan, finally gripping your hips and just start fucking you without any warning, without little break as you still need to catch your breath after orgasm..

-But it's even better, as this ache inside your body is finally fading away with every rough thrust of his cock, your mind is so dizzy and nebulous as the single thought in your head is Lucifer and his thick dick pumping you. You can't think straight or even talk, absolutely out of control of your body or voice, moaning loudly, whining and grasping his shoulders.

-And Lucifer loves that, as making you in a trembling overstimulated mess, so dumb and disparetable, his favorite thing.. But don't worry, you don't need to understand what is going on, cause he will take care of you and this wetness between your legs, just be obedient and keep calling his name with that high pitched voice, doll..

-Another tease with big experience right here, rip that pussy fr..

-When he offers you to try this for the first time, he sounds so calm and gentle, so you didn't even think about it that much, as you were sure everything would be easy and nice..

-So you absolutely didn't expect to find yourself out of breath, trembling, your vagina already so wet, pulsing and throbbing after just a few minutes on his laps, when he dick just enters inside you, warming up in the hot walls.

-"We just started, but it seems that you enjoy this so much already.. Don't worry, I will make sure to prolong your pleasure as long as I can.." - Solomon giggles, stroking your thighs. You can hear his breath become heavier as his cock twitches in your walls, enjoying the force of your tight walls, but his face is still so calm and playful.. There's no way he would lose that easily.

-He always says he uses cockwarming just like a little foreplay but honestly due to how long he can sit like that sometimes you think he tries to punish you for being too flirty with one of demon brothers or something.. But you never can really tell as Solomon's face is.. emotional, yes, but you can't read through all this playfulness and teases his actual intentions.

-Solomon is literally pro in arousing you with just a few touches, and the way he kisses you sometimes makes you almost fly away in heavens.. or maybe fall even deeper in hell due to what kind of feeling it makes you feel.

-So of course he would be even more passionate during this time, wanting to warm you up as much as he can, to the point where you are almost jumping on his lap, begging to finally start.

-Deep kisses with tongue as he gropes your breast, squeezing nipples between slim fingers and playing with them. Or Solomon would nuzzle to your neck, leaving a bunch of hickeys on soft skin as his hands grasp your butt, so greedy and hungry, it makes you shiver and squirm a little.

-Instead of holding you absolutely in place he would let you struggle a little, his grip is not that tight so you can move your body a little, feeling slight friction between your and his hips, his dick grinding against your walls just a little and you whine.

-It's honestly even worse than being absolutely controlled and holded, as you can feel just a little bit it's not enough, it just makes you even more needy. And of course Solomon can see that and of how much he actually enjoys your little movements with a small smirk on his face, eyes piercing at your trembling body and blushing face as you keep mewling a little, moving your hips there and there.

-Oh, he's willing to help..! Sighing, as he acts like he needs to make himself more comfortable in bed, his hands holding you more tight now and then Solomon starts moving, just a little, as he is still just trying to find a good position to sit.. But you can feel his dick move inside you too and you can't help but whine, clenching around him more.

-"Is something wrong, s/o..?" - voice so soft and gentle as if his dick didn't push your walls with such force all this time. Looking at his pale blue eyes that become so much darker and sinister during your private time is almost unbearable, as his deep gaze just makes you tingle even more, feeling absolutely under his control and mercy. You never know what is going on inside his head and how long he plans to play like that.

-And he loves that, he can see in these ashamed but lustful eyes of yours that you have no idea what he wants and it's amuse Solomon so much.. You and your precious body are all to his mercy, what he gonna do with you now..?

-Beg a little and he would laugh, teasing how quickly you give up. Did his dick actually feel that good that you already can't hold yourself straight?

-"Shh, darling, you should be more obedient.. Let me enjoy that a little bit more, okay? And then I will reward your needy pussy.." - he kisses your temple and giggle, hearing you small whisper as you keep sobbing like a little puppy, so desperate in your urge to be fucked.. He just can't get enough of this pathetic gaze as you keep beseeching him with your wet eyes, almost crying to be used by him..

-Solomon's soft whisper is almost hypnotizing, as he cooed to you to be a good girl, to listen to him.. You have no idea if he uses some specific magic on you or not but your head is empty now, all you hear is his deep voice and all you see is his naked body so close to your own, and all you can't think about is his cock, so deep inside, almost pressing to your sweet spot but with not enough strength..

-It's just makes you beg even more, you already threw away all your proud as you just want him, but, despite Solomon is actually really like when you call his name with such weak trembling voice, you can ask as much as you wish, he will continue his little games until he would be satisfied and when he would feel that his dick throbbing too much, also wanting some friction now.

-Only then he would start to move, but still in his playful manner - slow, long thrust that makes you moan loudly as you feel tingles rushes to your core. Your pussy start pulsating, waiting for more, but Solomon is still so lazy and sloppy.. it's such delight for him, to be wrapped around your tight walls that keep clenching around him, sucking him deeper, almost like if your cunt was also begging to be fucked roughly.

-"I hope you're prepared, darling.." - he suddenly chuckled, grabbing your waist and holding you close to his chest, his pace finally starting speeding up - "You was begging me to fuck you so bad, so now I will fulfill your wish. Don't worry, I think the whole night would be enough for your greedy pussy.."

-Now he's ready to be more active, makes you arch your back and shakes with such aggressive fast pounding. It almost feels like Solomon would break your little cunt with this force but you don't mind, as it feels just so good after such a long wait.

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reiderwriter · 9 months

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hi i love your writing

could you do something with reid loving that reader is pregnant. fluff or smut or both

A/N Hello! Thanks for the request! Dad!Spencer is the cutest thing on the planet so this is some unapologetic fluff. And now I have baby fever.

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, idiots in love. Loosely based on Haley and Hotch's conversation in 1x1. Very fluffy and probably very cheesy and sentimental too... Sorry, you give me girl dad Spencer and suddenly there isn't an impure thought in my head, I just want to lovingly stare at him like I'm the dead wife in an action movie montage.

My requests are open, check out my masterlist for more 🌸

“Okay, what about Amelia?”

“No, Amelia Dyer, Victorian serial killer. She killed multiple infants over a thirty-year period.”

“Okay, okay, how about, Myra?”

“Myra Hindley, she and her partner Ian Brady abducted and killed five children and teens in the early sixties.”

“God, not that then. There can’t be a psychopathic murderer called Belle, right?”

“You’re making this too easy for me, y’know. Belle Gunness, Hell’s Belle, she’s one of the most prolific female serial killers of all time, even 100 years after her supposed death. It’s fascinating, you know, people think that she actually faked her death - when the doctor who performed the postmortem testified, he noted that the cadaver was about five inches shorter and about fifty pounds lighter than Gunness supposedly was….” You raise a single eyebrow at your wonderful husband, and he immediately shuts up.

“I’m rambling aren’t I?” He smiled down at you as you sat curled up as much as you could in your favorite spot on the couch, the cosiest part of your shared apartment. You smiled back up at him as he leaned down for a kiss and you gladly craned your neck up in response, meeting his lips for a sweet moment.

“Hotch was right you know,” you joked when the two of you parted. “All of the best baby names have been taken by serial killers.”

“Yeah, you’d think with the ratio of female to male serial killers, a girl would be easier to name.” He leans down to kiss you again before falling into a crouch next to you, resting his head on your shoulder and placing his hand on your stomach.

“How big did you say our little girl is now?”

“Y/N, you asked me that half an hour ago. I know pregnancy messes with your brain a bit, but if you’re that bad we’re going to have to get you back to Dr Patel and see if you’re doing okay.” He was joking of course, but you showed him your little pout anyway, knowing that he loved seeing the silly expression on your face.

“Humor me, Doctor.” He strokes your stomach and moves away, but not too far away, taking up right next to you on the couch, and pulling your legs over his lap.

“At five months, she’s roughly 10 inches long with a weight of about 0.5-1 pound. But that ‘How Big is My Baby’ book would say that she’s roughly one banana in length.” You giggled up at him and he grabbed your hand and just held it, content to have you in his arms in any way, big or small.

“I can’t believe it’s been five months already,” you giggle as he presses another kiss to your hand.

“I get it. It doesn’t feel quite real yet to me, either. I thought for so long that fatherhood just wasn’t in my future, but you’re the gift that keeps on giving I guess. I don't know what I did to deserve you.” Even if the words weren’t so sweet, with all of the hormones, you would’ve started crying at anything. Or at least that’s what you’re going to tell him when he sees the small tears threatening to drop into enormous loving sobs.

“Spencer Reid, I am not a gift. I am simply the woman with the correct combination of sense and foolish luck that got to marry you.” He’d done this before, and you were used to his small habit of self-deprecating talk, but after a year of marriage and three years of dating before that, you’d managed to work him down to the occasional comment.

“Don’t try to argue about this, I’m definitely the one benefitting the most from the situation right now,” he joked with you, and you could see the genuine adoration shining from behind his eyes. It was a little spark that not many got to see, a glimpse of true happiness in someone usually so reserved.

“Spencer, you’ve given me foot rubs everyday this week, you’ve read more pregnancy and parenting books than every OBGYN and midwife in the area combined, and you’ve somehow attended more of my clinical check-ups than me, and I’m the one whose pregnant.”

“And you’re growing our child inside of you, which is itself more impressive than anything I could ever do with a book and some modern acts of chivalry.”

“Yeah, tell your boss that. I think the only thing keeping Emily from pulling her hair out over your constant absences is that she thinks she’s competing for the title of godmother. She thinks Penelope and JJ are trying to corrupt me with parenting advice and all those baby clothes Pen keeps bringing over.”

“She’s going to be crushed when she remembers we’re not religious, right?”

“Devastated,” the two of you shared a laugh on the couch, and it quickly devolved into a giggle fit after Spencer leaned over and tickled your side. You jolted away from his touch, but he was on you again, attacking your sides with small caresses, and you were gasping for breath between laughs.

“Spence stop- ahh!” Your squeals stopped as you cried out in shock. It was small but you felt something tap against your stomach. Spencer stopped immediately upon seeing your expression change, and a serious look settled on him as he assessed you for any damage.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you in pain anywhere, is the baby okay?” He shot out the questions rapidly, one after the other, barely leaving space to catch his own breath from the laughter of earlier.

It happened again and you put a hand to your stomach, finally realising what’s going on.

“I think I just felt her kick. Spencer, I think I just felt the baby kick.” You couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across your face, as much as you couldn’t help the tear that dropped from your eye as your hand rested against your belly again, scared to move for fear that the baby wouldn’t communicate with you again.

“What? Now? Can I- Can I try and feel it, too?” His hands hesitated at first but when you enthusiastically nodded and used your other hand to put him close to yours, you could feel his eagerness to feel the small kicks of your daughter as well.

Almost as if she was waiting for him, as soon as his hand was in the right position, your little girl kicked again, almost as if screaming “I’m here mommy and daddy,” for the two of you to hear.

“I think she’s trying to tell us not to have fun without her,” Reid whispered in your ear, kissing your tear streaked cheek, and using his free hand to rub them away from the other side of your face.

“I am so thankful everyday for this gift you have given me. And for the record, the gift isn’t the baby. The gift is the overwhelming happiness you bring to my life, and the beauty you make me see in this world. The fact that you’re going to be the mother of my child gives me the confidence to get up and go to work every morning because I know that there is joy and there is kindness and there are beautiful people in this world, and you are one, and she will be, too.”

His attempts to dry your tears are now completely vanquished as you let your emotions run wild, but you almost laugh when you realise that his eyes are just as glassy as yours, and you both sit there, overwhelmed by the pure, unadulterated joy that a small kick from a child who has yet to be given a name has bought you.

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deathkidz · 10 months

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MY SWEETHEART | CHOSO KAMO

edging, fingering and teasing? not an actual smut I think he also calls reader princess in this so yeah

just some hc's about sweetheart Choso, made this because of this post. This might not be really good because this is just a lil sum sum fr, but anyways tagging mula because she's crazy for Choso @chosoguapo - ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎

Sweet heart choso ! who's buff and tall, making him look intimidating, but he's quiet and awkward. but once you get to know him he's a sweetheart <3

Sweet heart choso ! who began to develop a crush on you throughout the relationship and decided to tell you about his feelings, and surprisingly you felt the same way.

Sweet heart choso ! who is now your boyfriend and gives you princess treatment 24/7. Taking you out on dates, cooking for you, spoiling you with gifts, and spending his money on you. . what a sweetheart <3

Sweet heart choso ! who litters your neck with hickeys and covers your face with his kisses; praising you, telling you how beautiful you are and how he's the luckiest man in the world.

Sweet heart choso ! Who's quiet and awkward but can easily wreck you.

Sweet heart choso ! who isn't a sweetheart today :( teasing and edging you, his tongue running along your pussy, circling it with slow strokes. He's been doing this for hours and he knows you're getting sick of him.

"You're mean" he replaces his tongue with two of his fingers and thrusted in and out of you, "no? I'm only pleasing my princess" he tilted his head and smirked.

"no you're teasing. . ." you whined, you were overstimulated and just wanted to cum. "so stop and lemme cum. ." You said in a demanding tone, a tone in which he didn't like.

Choso chuckled and shook his head "I was gonna but now that you've said that now I'm not" he moves his fingers inside of you more intense, thrusting them in and out as he rubs your clit with his thumb.

You moaned and regretted what you did."wait no no no no I'm sorry" you cry out, a moan escaping your mouth after. "please Choso. . ." you close your eyes from the pleasure; feeling close.

He felt your body tightening and flexing around him, he knows your close. "Wanna cum?" He whispers.

You eagerly nodded, his fingers continuing to thrust in and out of you. "mmm no. . . not yet" he whispered "not till you ask in a nicer way"

Tears ran down your face, since when was Choso so mean? you were used to getting princess treatment not. . . this.

Not caring, he countined thrusting his fingers at a faster pace; your moans growing louder and louder due to the pleasure. "oh fuck fuck fuck" you threw your head back "please please please" you sob out.

His hand squeezes and pinches your clit between his fingers, alternating between soft, gentle touches and hard squeezes. he leaned close to you, using his other hand to lightly tap your cheek "look at me".

As he requested you opened your eyes and looked at him, your mouth slightly open as you moaned. his eyes wondered your face, then finally locked with yours "wanna cum? you're close so I know you want to" he whispered. "mhm. . . please" you looked at him with watery eyes, "come for me princess" he went over to kiss your neck.

"oh shit" you whined out, your eyes quickly shut as you made a mess on his fingers. Loud moans leaving your mouth along with choso's name. He pulled out his fingers so you could see the mess you made on his fingers "look" while catching your breath you open your eyes and see his fingers being covered in your sticky mess.

Your face quickly heated up but before you could say anything he stuck his two fingers in your mouth "c'mon lick em clean for me" and as he demanded you licked your mess off of his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and gave you a quick kiss on the lips, "want more?" He asked, he knew you wanted more he just wanted to hear you say it yourself.

You slowly nodded "yes.." He smiled and pulled you closer to him "Good" he took off his boxers, exposing his hard dick; pre-cum on his tip. He takes his cock and teases your entrance, running it along the slit as you moan out in anticipation.

"cause im gonna ruin you " he lets out a grunt as he enters you, pushing your legs up close to your chest and stretching you open. "But don't worry cause you'll feel real good princess"

#jjk choso #choso kamo #choso smut #choso x reader #choso x you #choso x female reader #choso x chubby reader #choso x black!reader #★ smut #๑⁠♡ | mula.

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theemporium · 11 months

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hi!

I was thinking about remus lupin with secret relationship? Not potter reader but I wanna know how and why he'd go about that.

P.s did you happen to get my last ask? I'm not sure it was recieved

i don't think i did, sorry, i know its been a while since you've sent this too😭thank you for requesting!🖤

It was actually your decision to keep the relationship a secret.

You weren’t ashamed of him nor were you embarrassed to be seen with him. You loved Remus Lupin in a way you didn’t think was possible to love somebody. You hid your relationship because of your family.

You were from a pureblood family with a very cold and strict upbringing. You were taught how to walk, talk and act like a lady. You were taught to achieve your education with the highest marks. You were taught that by the time you left school, the arrangement for your marriage would be sorted and that would be your life. You were taught how to run a household, how to plan dinner parties and be the perfect, docile, pureblood wife.

Nothing could have prepared you for the charming werewolf who swept you off your feet.

You fought your feelings for a very long time, determined that they were a simple phase or distraction that would pass in all due time. But Remus Lupin had stolen your heart and you didn’t ever want it back.

However, not even a few days after you had come to realise your feelings for the Gryffindor, you had watched an older student—a fellow Slytherin you remembered from dinner parties with other families—be ostracised and shunned from her family over the love she shared with a Ravenclaw boy.

It terrified you.

You knew, deep down, that the traditions and beliefs of your family were no longer the norm, and maybe not totally right either. But they were all you knew, they were all you have and the idea of losing them scared you. But you loved Remus—you really did and you weren’t ready to let him go.

Remus respected it. He knew you needed time and he knew how you felt about him. He didn’t mind sneaking around and late night rendezvous if it meant he was with you.

“What’s wrong?”

He had noticed all day that you had been acting off and it killed him inside knowing that he couldn’t approach you, that he couldn’t give you the comfort you needed as soon as he picked up on your mood. He had been itching to see you but he knew he had to wait until after curfew.

Now, here you were, sitting on the couch of the small room that had formed (thanks to the Room of Requirements for you both) with glossy eyes and a letter in your hand.

“My parents wrote to me,” was all you had to say and Remus was by your side, pulling your body against his until you curled into his side. Your hands gripped his sweater in tight fists, scared that he would disappear and you’d be left alone.

“Shhh, honey, I’ve got you,” he whispered against the top of your head when he felt you fighting back your sobs. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and you broke as you shoved the letter in his hands, nuzzling your gaze against his chest as your body racked with sobs.

Remus’ eyes glazed over the letter but it was more than enough. And one word stood out the most.

Betrothal.

Your parents had settled the arrangement of your marriage. They had found you a husband and hadn’t even bothered consulting you on it. Your wedding was set to be after you graduated from Hogwarts this June.

There were a million different thoughts racing through his head but one was louder than the others: he was going to lose you, he was going to lose the love of his life.

“Remus, I—” you let out a shaky breath, staring up at him with tears streaming down your face. “I can’t…I can’t—”

He was so used to seeing you so composed and proper. He was so used to seeing you clamp down any feelings until you knew you were in a safe place to show them, usually when you were alone and able to sort through them. He had never once seen you so distressed or distraught.

“You’re not going to,” Remus whispered to you.

But you shook your head. “There’s nothing we can do—”

“There’s always something, darling,” he told you as his warm palm engulfed your cheek, guiding your head up so you were looking at him. His thumb gently swiped away your tears, his lips twitching as you leaned into his touch. “You’re not gonna marry him, I promise.”

“What are we gonna do?” you whispered, sounding so small and broken. It sounded nothing like you and he hated it. He hated that they made you feel like this.

“I don’t know yet,” he murmured honestly, but the determination was evident in his voice. “But I’ll marry you the day before myself if it means they can’t force you into marrying some snobby bastard. I’m not gonna let them take you away from me, love.”

Your eyes softened as you turned your head to press a soft kiss against his palm. “I’d marry you in a heartbeat, Remus Lupin.”

His chest tightened. “Don’t go making me propose, darling. I’m a man with little self-control.”

But you just smiled at him, resting your head back down on his chest and tightening your arms around his torso. “Fine by me, Lupin.”

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126dvtn · 2 years

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— hey, are you okay?

summary : the genshin men find you crying in solitude.

cw : none to note!

genre : comfort ; fluff ; established relationship

characters : diluc, kazuha, thoma, scaramouche

diluc ragnvindr ; overpouring affection.

the first thing diluc sees when he opens the bedroom door is your crying figure sat up on the bed. his first instinct is to drop everything he's holding, along with everything he planned to do in his mind. his is a nervous but steady walk, and he approaches you with concern pouring from his eyes. there are so many things he needs to know; what happened? why are you still awake? who- and a wave of rage engulfs his heart- who did this to you?

but none of those questions leave diluc's lips. instead, he takes you in his arms; steadily stroking your hair in an attempt to calm your sobs. the uneasiness in his heart clogs his throat. thus, to make up for his inability to verbally comfort you, he leans down and plants a lingering kiss in your hair. and when he's finally able to speak, he speaks a lot- his whispers of affirmation accompanying your sniffs. "i've got you, my love." he tilts your face towards him. "i love you so much. please don't cry." he leans down carefully- kissing your tears away.

kaedehara kazuha ; a quiet distraction.

if kazuha can hear the winds' calling, he can most definitely hear your weeping. he's met with many tears on his numerous voyages- learning the many ways one can soothe another's distress. not to mention his own; a result of loss and overwhelming grief. with you, he knows to be kind. he comes up to you carrying a compassionate smile. he then wipes your tears away with his thumb (which proves to be futile with the way they still flow) before cuddling up against you.

"can you take some deep breaths with me, my butterfly?" kazuha's loving gaze doesn't leave your face. "in, out. in, out- lovely. just like that." he smiles again. there's no reason to fill your heart with further despair- and he strongly believes in that. so he offers to distract you; humming a familiar melody. his hand, while calloused, is gentle when it reaches out to hold yours. the relaxed pace at which he caresses you lulls your heart to rest. and when your eyes finally shut, and your breathing evens out, he leaves a swift peck on your cheek as he tucks you in.

thoma ; all he could give.

it doesn't take thoma more than a second to know that you're crying. he hears your muffled cries from the other room, and immediately gets to work. his mental checklist of all he wants to treat you to only grows. soft, fluffy blankets for your comfort. all your favourite foods to make you happy. a pack of tissues that's all for your tears. and most importantly, his time and energy- to hold you for hours and give you all the love you need.

thoma enters your room with his arms chock-full of items. "i didn't mean to listen in, but... i heard you were crying." he kneels in front of you, draping the blanket over your shoulders. "is everything okay?" when you shake your head no, he pauses and looks into your eyes. "i know. that's alright. i'm here now." with his hands still on your shoulders, he pulls you towards him- and kisses your forehead. to him, it's okay that you're not okay. no matter your state of mind, he'll love you either way.

scaramouche ; with uncertainty.

at first, scaramouche doesn't know what to do. the only tears he's seen are his, and there's no way he'll treat you the way he treats himself. he contemplates letting you be- there must be a reason you're not calling for him, after all. but he hears your muffled sniffs turn into sobs, and that's when his impulse pushes him to comfort you. there's a small distance where he sits; a silent message that you have a choice to push him away. you don't.

so scaramouche sets a firm hand on your back. he starts patting. "don't cry- uh..." it's an awkward movement- stiff from inexperience. "actually, just let it out. i'm.. i'm here for you." his voice is laced with uncertainty- but sincere nonetheless. and when you slowly lean towards him, he pulls you against his shoulder, arm reaching across your trembling shoulders. "do you wanna talk about it?" he asks in a hushed tone. and it doesn't matter if you do or don't- for he will listen. if not to your voice, then to your breaths, until they slow into a rhythmic pace- signifying that rest has finally reached you.

#genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #kazuha x reader #thoma x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact fluff #diluc fluff #kazuha fluff #thoma fluff #scaramouche fluff

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icallhimjoey · 5 months

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Can we have a sweet and soft Christmas eve with Joey? Just the two of us? pretty please

this was requested at the perfect time, so thank you, and merry christmas my sluts! Wordcount: 1.7K

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Still Love Me?

"I'm sorry, I'm not crying because I'm upset, d-don't worry, I just..."

You don't get like this very often. Usually, trying to be extra affectionate makes you scrunch your nose up, makes you squirm and laugh and cringe. Makes you push him away, not taking the extra hugs and kisses seriously at all.

Joe doesn't mind.

"What's wrong?"

It's actually nice to not always feel the need to give you more. To not be afraid that maybe you'd be upset after not immediately coming over to hug and kiss you when he'd walk in at the end of the day.

But something's different tonight.

It's likely the holiday stress that's getting to you. Nothing a pair of extra affectionate warm embracing arms won't fix.

"I thought we had more cheese, but all we've got left is this..."

You suppress a sob.

Unsuccessfully.

Joe knows the tears are only there because all of everything has come together for the perfect storm, and you're just about ready to fall apart.

It's sort of cute that it's a lack of cheese that does it, and Joe's secretly glad it's not something that he'd done or said that got you. That it's not his fault, and that he doesn't have to apologise over something unimportant.

It's fine, though, the crying.

Joe had been ready for it.

He's got steady hands and is prepared to catch whatever needs catching. Knows how to put you back together just fine.

"Why did I do this? I've got to stop sneaking things, I– look, there's no... this is all we've got..."

You've got family coming over tomorrow, and it's the first year that your place is the spot for the big get together. It's nerve-racking in new ways you didn't know existed before because you're bringing both sets of parents in, and all you want to do is make the family proud.

Be the perfect daughter.

Have the stepmothers and stepdads get along as well as all of the divorced people. All of the siblings. Step-siblings.

Fuck, there's too many people coming over.

Could you still cancel, do you think?

You just... you just want Christmas be wholesome, and festive, and cosy, full of laughter and love and just... have it be perfect.

It's almost become a bit of a passion project, and it's quite literally driven you mad.

Well. Driven you to tears, at least.

Joe looks over and sees you hold a little block of brie cheese. It's not much, and it's got a bite taken out of it.

"Wait, did you–" Joe's already smiling, because what the fuck is he looking at right now? His girlfriend's got tears in her eyes and is stood in front of the opened fridge door, holding a bit of French cheese that has teeth marks in.

Surely, you are able to imagine what this looks like from his point of view.

It's at least a little funny.

But another sob wracks from your chest and all Joe can do is step closer and wrap arms around your shaking frame.

He's allowed to laugh as he does so.

"I didn't know- I thought we had more, b-but this was all we have, and I snuck a bite last night, because I– I was peckish and just wanted a little something, and–"

"Hey," Joe leans back and gets your face in both his hands. He's still smiling. Can't not smile, because this is ridiculous, but you also look very cute. Red nose. Fat tears stuck in your eyelashes. The colour of your eyes about ten times brighter because of the unshed ones.

"We'll serve 'em dry crackers, and they'll fucking take what they're given, all right?"

You pout and hold up the evidence of your late-night-snack-run in your own kitchen from the night before. It's right in between your faces and gives Joe a chance to really see the cause of the outburst.

"Still love me?"

Joe looks at the brie a second and then lurches forward with a growl, sinking teeth into the soft cheese for a bite of his own.

"Still love you." he replies, mouth full of cheese.

You can't help the choking laugh, head cocking to the side as a defeated soft chuckle leaves you. It only makes Joe want to grab hold of you tighter.

"Hmm," Joe hums, now chewing, and he frowns. "This is good. We should–" he can't finish the sentence without laughing, knowing it's likely the wrong thing to say, but he's already started the sentence. You get a good eyeful of the cheese in his mouth, in between his teeth. "We should get more of this."

Well, you can't.

Hence the crying.

You pout once more and then groan. It's so stupid, you're well aware. You just need a bit of sleep. Your family won't hate you because there's no cheese.

And if anything, you could throw it into the group chat and are sure that at least three people have some brie to bring along tomorrow.

You really are just very tired.

"Tell you what," Joe says, now taking the little piece of cheese from your fingers, one arm still around you. "We'll finish this, have some hot chocolate and just... relax. Watch a Christmas film. Tomorrow is tomorrow and tonight is tonight, you've done enough prepping and it'll all be fine–"

"Perfect." you correct.

It's important that everything will be perfect.

"It'll all be perfect." Joe coos, voice smooth like butter.

You sniff and look at him a moment. He's still chewing. Smiling. Joe's being all playful and it's reminding you of why you love him so much. Glancing into the living room, you know Joe's right. Everything's ready. Everything's done.

It's Christmas Eve.

"Calm before the storm." you sigh, patting Joe where you're holding onto him. Then lower down, quick touch to the bum. Joe easily lets you.

"Calm before the storm." he confirms before you let go of each other. You move to collect yourself, wiping fingers below your eyes, and Joe opens a cupboard to get to mugs out and says, "And I'll go get extra cheese tomorrow, it'll be fine."

You're about to protest. Tell him that the shop you usually go to won't be open. It'll be Christmas. And everyone's stocked up already. Shelves are empty all over. But Joe sees it across your face before you can say anything and adds, "I'll find some, don't worry about it."

And so you don't.

You accept a kiss to your temple, a deep inhale of your hair and you tilt your head for a kiss on the lips. A quiet thank you.

After a squeeze of your arm, Joe gets started on the hot chocolate and you decide to see if there's anything good on TV or if it'll be Netflix for the night.

Before you've been able to make a choice, you hear mugs being filled and you scurry back into the kitchen. You get to the fridge before Joe does, which was the plan. You find the can of squirty cream amongst all of the food and drink - your fridge has never been this full. It's almost triggeringly full; so much food, yet so little cheese.

It takes you too long, and Joe joins to look over your shoulder, to see if he can spot it before you do.

He doesn't.

You find it and giggle excitedly, a little delirious (you've gone mad, remember?) as you shake it with a wild arm. Your demeanor is the opposite of what it was minute earlier.

No tears. Just manic laughter.

Makes Joe laugh just the same. His girlfriend's gone insane and, if he's honest, he's kind of into it.

You spray some cream into both mugs that Joe's filled with hot chocolate, and before you place it back into the fridge, you shake the can again.

"You just said you should stop sneaking things," Joe isn't exactly trying to stop you, but he knows what you're about to do. Feels like it's worth saying something, to maybe prevent a further break down.

It's of no use, though.

His comment makes you glance him pointed a look. It's ridiculous of him to assume you'd been serious. Of course you're not going to stop sneaking things. He doesn't see the deadpan stare you give him because he's busy placing mini marshmallows onto your drinks, but despite the advice, you go for it anyway.

You tip your head back and spray some of the cream directly into your mouth.

"My God," Joe says when you let it go for a little too long, and when he looks, he barks a laugh.

You've overdone it.

It's too much.

Well, is it ever too much? Not really. But it doesn't fit into your mouth and thus there's a problem. This is going to be messy.

With your head still tilted back, you release a small sound of panic at the inability to close your mouth and raise a cupped hand, ready to catch whatever is going to spill.

But Joe knows just the perfect fix, and he's quick.

Before you know what's happening, your boyfriend's got his hand on the back of your neck, digging in strong fingers and guiding your head forward.

Just before whatever your lips can't curl around is about to slide down your chin, Joe's mouthing at it and manages to get it all, tongue licking and lips closing around your opened ones.

What follows is a weird, full-cheeked sticky, creamy, sugary kiss that has you giggling into each others mouths.

It's still messy, but you'd easily do this again. Would it be too obvious if you just went for an insane mouthful once more?

Joe pulls back, sees he's missed a bit and doesn't hesitate to lick at the corner of your mouth, making you shriek with your mouth closed, pushing him away.

"You're gross," you say fondly after swallowing.

He's also adorably sweet, but he doesn't need telling.

Joe lets his head bobble back a little as he silently laughs, wiping at his own mouth with the back of his hand, glad to have been of service.

"Yea? Still love me?"

Tomorrow's going to be fine.

There's no cheese but for the little chunk you're about to share. It'll likely be all gone if you both have a single cracker with some on.

And there probably also won't be any squirty cream left, what with your plan to bring the can over to the sofa for top-ups after you've eaten all of it off. Or, you know, after you've sprayed more of it into your mouth just so Joe can eat it out of there again.

You families can have hot chocolate without any, and Joe's right. They'll fucking take what they'll be given and be grateful.

Or, Joe can find some tomorrow.

Somewhere.

Whatever.

You're no longer fussed.

It's Christmas. Christmas Eve.

"Still love you." you beam, because you do.

You really, really do.

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silentcryracha · 9 months

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Hey 🌷 so I was absolutely smitten over the Hyunjin Baby fever series and would like to request some headcanons for all skz as new dads 😩

Hi love <3 Thank you so much for reading! Apparently a lot of people got a soft spot for that 'series', and it makes me so happy lol

Of course, dad! skz coming right up!

warnings: afab reader, term wife is used, mention of pregnancy, mention of pain and giving birth (no graphic/descriptions), the gender of the babies is never specified

word count: 3.5k

masterlist

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Chan - From the exact moment he knew you were pregnant you became his number one priority. I mean, you already were, but things could always go south in a marriage/relationship. But he would never, ever, let things go 'south' with his kid. Absolutely not.

He was attentive and very helpful thought the whole thing, including the actual birth, to which I'm sure he would've been in the room for. He'd 100% cry as soon as he holds his baby. He probably wouldn't even try to hold in the sobs as he leans down gently to kiss your forehead, showering you with praises and love.

'You did so well, my love, you're so strong' 'I love you so much, you know it right? You were so brave, my baby' . Would also thank you for giving him such a precious gift any chance he gets.

I feel like he'd take a hiatus for a while. Of course he would've done it anyway to be at home with you and help you, but he also wanted to be present as much as possible.

I feel like while he basically needs someone to drag him away from his work generally, in this case the decision would be the easiest of his life. He could almost be scared to get sucked in his overworking and not pay enough attention to you and his child, so he'd just take both a physical and mental hiatus.

But, I do think that he would feel very inspired especially lyrically, and maybe keep tabs and notes of inspiration that he would use later on. He'd be so inspired by this new kind of love that he's feeling.

Would absolutely be the perfect dad and husband. Taking turns both day and night to change diapers, feeding, bathing, dressing, playing with the baby and so on. I can't help but imagine him constantly having to cuddle his baby :(

He would pick them up, lulling them into his arms to make them stop crying or to sleep. He'd love to just hold them and walk them around showing them new things, like looking out of the window, or some mundane action like preparing their own milk/food. That's his new best friend for sure.

He would also love, safely, to let the child either rest or play on your shared bed, with their mom and dad at each of their side to watch over them :(

He'd sing to them, play the guitar and piano for them, and generally would try so bad to get the baby to enjoy/recognize his own music and voice.

The members would become instantly the privileged uncles. And I'm pretty sure that at least two of them would be named the kid's godparents. My bets would be on Minho and Changbin. Maybe Felix.

Minho - Minho starts behaving like a father way before the baby is born. Because now, his job would be to baby you. He'd make sure that you rest as much as possible, but also try to make activities that would help you physically. Absolutely he's the one that signs you up for prenatal classes, and would make sure to not miss a single one.

He's the kind of man that would rebuild his whole life and routine just to serve you. He'd become your personal driver, shopper, cook, exercise buddy, cuddler and motivational speaker. You need something? Just say it and he'll make it happen.

Now, of course he'd be in the delivery room. Of course. Because I also would imagine that you'd feel lost without him at your side after all those months he spent with you and taking care of you. He would be freaking out inside but he'd keep it cool for you, trying to help you breathe properly, checking in with the medics to make sure that everything was going smoothly, and encouraging you a lot.

'Okay kitten, you heard the doc, right? It's 7 centimeters of dilatation, so you just gotta hang in there for a bit more.' 'I know it hurts my darling, I'm so sorry, if I could take all your pain I would'

When the time comes he'd hold your hand, or better, he'd let you squeeze it, without saying 'ah'. He'd also peek once in a while to check the situation, out of concern and curiosity, which made you scold him for embarrassing you. But he'd say that it's nothing he hasn't seen before or something like that lol

Lee Minho never cries. But not even he could resist getting chocked up when he first heard his baby's cries. He watched quietly as the nurses brought it to your chest, caressing your hair gently and kissing your head and temple while he quietly praised you. 'You did so well, kitten' 'You're the strongest person I know, I love you so much'

The silent tears that he kept hidden at the beginning, couldn't be saved anymore the first time that he actually held his baby in his arms. You knew better than tease him in such a vulnerable situation, and you didn't even want to. You just watched quietly with a tired smile as he had his own little moment with his newborn baby.

He'd also be the perfect husband/dad. Everything was split 50/50 and even 70/30 for all he cared. He was always down to do whatever needed to be done, both around the house or with the baby itself.

Minho is not someone who usually expresses his feelings openly, which is why I feel like small moments of bonding with just him and his baby would be fundamental for him. He'd sing to them, play with them, take some walks with that chest carrier for babies. Yes, he'd love to bring them with him on his fishing, camping adventures. He'd bring them to the beach, around the city and so on.

Of course he'd love to spend time together as a family, especially knowing that you wouldn't have judged him for handling things as he saw fit. You'd organize movie nights, picnics, aquarium dates and so on, as a little family.

Changbin - The sweetest husband and daddy. So emotional too. We all know Binnie is such a sweet man and isn't afraid of showing this softer side, but he doesn't go as far as crying. Seeing Changbin cry isn't an easy occurrence, but you bet this man WILL be bawling his eyes out in the most important moments of his life.

From the time in which you confessed that you were expecting, to the first ultrasound scan, to the first time he noticed your belly showing, the first time he felt the baby kick. It was like putting down small green flags at each step.

His number one priority was your and his baby's health. He'd make sure that you're as comfortable and peaceful as possible during the pregnancy, and wouldn't hold back on expenses either. You'd have the best food, best maternity clothes, best doctors, baby supplies and essentials and so on.

He'd talk to your belly all the time. Sing to it, rap to it. You'd swear that the baby's first word out of the womb would be the whole Thunderous intro mentioning his name. Binnie would be obsessed with the idea of teaching them to rap, for real.

He's the type that would act all brave big and strong but would lowkey faint in the delivery room just from the though of pain. Yours, of course. Of course he'd be there to hold your hand, giving you kisses on the head and caressing your hair, offering words of comfort and encouragement but God forbid if he even as much gazed south to your belly.

Absolutely bawled shamelessly when he heard the first cry, and was so so gentle while holding them for the first time :( He was lowkey afraid of hurting them because his baby is SO tiny :( He'd keep repeating it like a mantra, ' They're so small, how can they be this small?' :')

Changbin wouldn't let you lift a finger, for anything that didn't specifically require your attention, like breastfeeding for example. That would be his way to bond with the baby too. Quality time with daddy Binnie since the start aw :(

He'd love to show his baby off. Like literally. 'They got their looks from us, that's why they're stunning' 'This Dolce & Gabbana jacket would look so cool with the Celine cap and the Gucci shoes wouldn't it?' 'Did you see how they looked at me? They already understand so much, my little genious' . Would absolutely be his mini me, doesn't matter if it's male or female.

Hyunjin - As soon as he heard the news, he was over the moon. Truly. And even more because I imagine that you and him were actually trying for one. He seems like the person who likes to do things in steps, or 'traditionally' if you will. So of course there was the dating, then marriage and then babies.

I also don't feel like he'd settle down too early or when he's still got an active and busy schedule like the one of a young idol. I imagine him still working but being comfortable enough to take some time off to focus on his family.

I feel like he'd take care of you well during the pregnancy, but aside from that his priority would be creating as much memories as possible, hopefully to show your children one day. He's the type of husband who would organize maternity photoshoots, both for you as a solo and with his 'little family', or paint on your belly, take SO many candid pictures.

He'd love to make you as relaxed as possible. He'd run you baths with bubbles and oils and candles, cook whatever you wanted for you, massage you when you were sore, spread creams and oils on your belly to keep the skin hydrated and soft. He'd pamper you, okay? You were about to give him the best gift of his life, you were about to make him a father. He worshipped you.

In the delivery room he'd definitely have to distract himself to not get too anxious, to be strong for you. Otherwise if he actually let any of the ugly and painful reality of it sink in his mind he would've not managed to be calm, and therefore he would've made you anxious too. He did feel like throwing up a few times from the anxiety of hearing you in pain, the doctors talking, and overall the ugly situation.

So instead he just focused on you, holding your hands, kissing them, kissing everywhere he could reach and would be comfortable to you. He'd also repeat til nausea how much he loved you, how strong you are, how amazing and magical you are, how you're going to be the best mother, and how lucky he was to be by your side.

He'd absolutely get ten times more relieved as soon as he hears the cries, because the worst part is over. But would actually get emotional only when you manage to have an intimate moment within you three. He'd fall in love instantly, feeling such a strong sense of responsibility and affection that he hasn't felt before. He would also bond with the baby by spending quality time with them, walking them around, taking care of them, playing instruments and singing for them. He'd absolutely encourage them to draw and paint, and would save every single Picasso style artwork (lol).

Jisung - Han is an anxious person who loves a lot. Which of course will influence his mood and behavior in such a situation. Regardless of the type of relationship that you have, married or not, for how long etc... when you tell him you're pregnant he'd almost have a heart attack. There's no other way to say it to be honest. He could be (and probably would) the happiest man on earth but could as quickly let his brain overthink, killing a little of his enthusiasm.

Mainly because he'd start questioning himself. 'Will I be a good father?' 'Am I mature enough?' 'Will I be able to care for them as best as I can?' and stuff like that. You'd eventually calm him down, so he'd just focus on starting to 'practice' by taking care of you. Whatever you need, you have it.

For the love of God don't let one of those hormonal crisis go around him or he'll just panic. You keep telling him that you can't quite control it and that he didn't do anything wrong but for some reason he'd just blame himself regardless and feel guilty. But he would truly be the best at taking care of you, and you'd make sure to remind him and thank him for it every chance you get, because he need to hear it.

In the delivery room, he's the kind of man who gaslighted himself on being mentally prepared but at your first hiss of pain he feels his legs go jelly. You'd probably have to calm him down and tell him to focus on you because one of y'all needs to make it out alive anyway lol. So he tried really hard, to the cost of going on autopilot and dissociate for the whole thing, but he pulls through.

Would absolutely need to sit down when he finally has the confirmation that both you and the baby are fine, otherwise he'd fall to his knees. Then he'd calm down, telling himself that he needs to be calm and strong for his baby. 'If I'm nervous he'll feel it and cry' 'Is this shirt too rough?' 'What if I hold them wrong?'

And once again you'd have to guide him through it and reassure him. 'See? They love you already. You don't have to worry, baby. Everything will come naturally' , you'd say as Jisung hold his child in his arms gently and sheds a few tears.

After the first few experiences he'd get the hang of it so he'd be way more calm and confident. The only things that would make him panic are the 'unexpected' things. Are they hungry? In pain? Is it the air in the belly? and all that. I feel like he'd never get rid of it truly.

But he would spend as much time as he can with the baby, taking small steps. For example, he'd start by hanging out with them while they're in the cradle, then on the (protected) bed, then on a soft rug and so on. He'd love to sing and play for them, and try to get them to watch his childhood cartoons and anime so that he could grow up with his same core memories.

Felix - A ball of sunshine that was gonna have another small ball of sunshine in 9 months. Of course he was beaming at the news, getting emotional and everything. He'd be the type to organize a whole list of creative ways to tell your loved ones the news and then shamelessly film their reactions.

He'd be your source of comfort and support thought the whole duration of the pregnancy and beyond that. Felix would take such good care of you, only letting you do whatever you felt like doing, not pressuring you on maintaining routines or stress you out at all.

His social media would immediately turn into a baby fever/daddy/family type of content, and he'd probably would try out some funny or sweet things. But he'd also get a lot of useful content, about pregnancy advice, facts and scientific informations and even some practical and medical videos.

By the time it's actually the time for you to give birth he'd be really excited but also quite stressed out, mainly by seeing you in pain and worrying about the baby's health even though (probably and hopefully) the doctors assured you both multiple times that they're fine. He'd hold your hand and support you through it but I feel like he wouldn't be able to look further, may even sob a little but desperately try to hide it.

Would definitely cry in your shoulder and hug you when it's over. But then he'd have the biggest sweetest smile on his face as he holds his baby for the first time. Would spend a lot of time with them and try out all the advice he gathered in the preparation months. To him it would be super important to make sure that he creates a strong bond with them.

Definitely the type of dad to take a shit ton of pictures and post them everywhere, not to show off but genuinely to share the immense joy that his little one brought him :(. Would probably make so many posts both with you alone, thanking you for this gift that you gave him and to tell you how much he loved you, and with you, him and the baby as a happy family.

Seungmin - Would be overwhelmed. He gives off a similar vibe to Jisung I think, in the sense that he'd feel a lot of pressure on his shoulders to be the best father for his child. He'd be extremely happy (and emotional, you can't tell me that he wouldn't fold and cry at the news) but also super nervous :(

Seungmin is another one of those who'd take it as a job to basically learn everything that he can before the time comes. How to take care of a baby, of you during the pregnancy, how to be a good father in general.

Like, one day you could be just chilling and he'd go 'You know that garlic can help cure fevers?' and you'd just look at him confused, 'Okay? Why are you telling me this now?' 'I mean I imagine sooner or later the baby will catch a cold'. The baby in question literally still being in your belly lol

He'd also be really attentive and do everything around the house, no questions asked. Not that he wouldn't do them normally, but of course he wouldn't want you getting fatigued. He's not the best on the emotional side of things but he'd try really hard to support you (and himself) through it.

In the delivery room I feel like the adrenaline and extreme pressure would make him act way cooler on the outside than he would be feeling. He'd be really grounded and so good at also keeping you sane and spur you on, encouraging you. As soon as he'd hear the first cry he would be almost in shock, struggling to believe that his child was just born, but probably allow a couple of tears only in private afterwards. He'd be the type to be super formal and thank the doctors for their work lol

As a new dad Seungmin would have to learn how to let himself be vulnerable sometimes. Not because he'd a cold person, the opposite. But because he seems like the person who'd want to be strong and balanced in the eyes of other people AND for his loved ones, so you'd have to help him with it. But in general he'd be the perfect husband, super helpful and willing to do what needs to be done. He'd like to play and hold the baby a lot, probably sing him lullabies too.

Jeongin - He'd a hundred percent a green flag, change my mind. That babysitting video just showed to me how good he'd actually be and how happy he could be. Jeongin would be overjoyed at the news, mostly because he's also another one of those who looks like the type that if he had a kid, it's only because he'd be actively looking for it. Otherwise he doesn't seem the risky/irresponsible type at all.

He has experience with a younger sibling so he wouldn't be totally oblivious to how to take care of a baby, which would make him way more confident and let him enjoy his happiness more. I feel like the happiness and excitement would overshadow any self doubt. Would announce the news quite privately and probably be careful for the first months, as people usually do.

Jeongin would do so so well I feel, both during and after the pregnancy. He'd take care of you, do chores, help to take care of your body, lighten your mood if you needed it and so on. In the delivery room his job would be to reassure you and calm you down. He'd probably be sick with the adrenaline of the moment but wouldn't let it affect him on the outside.

I don't see him as the type who cries easily, but I think that he would tear up as he hold his child for the first time. He'd be all smiles and giggles constantly, holding the baby and rocking them in his arms while he sings softly to them. He's another one who'd be big on play time, but would also just genuinely enjoy taking care of them. Like giving them baths, feeding them, dressing them up, would bring him such joy.

He'd be the silly type of dad that would buy funny toys and onesies for their child but also like to play with them like little dolls to dress up. That baby would have so many unique and high fashion items and accessories, I just know.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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wheeboo · 5 months

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holidaze | boo seungkwan

SYNOPSIS. in which you take your boyfriend on a holidate down the city. PAIRING. boo seungkwan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship WARNINGS. kissing!! n just me being very whipped for him tbh :') WORD COUNT. 1.1k

notes: these r actually pics on our date guys. i took these pics of him <3 he did this for me. anyways i def didn't write this at 4am. happy holidays everyone! why r these actually the most boyfie pics ever i'm crying sobbing dying

There's nothing more better than venturing down the city at night with the spirit of the holidays filling the air. Festive lights are hung on streetlights which cast enchanting glows on the sidewalks and reflect off the wet and icy roads. Christmas trees are scattered throughout the city, standing tall and decorated with a dazzling array of ornaments, tinsel, and twinkling lights.

There's also nothing better than spoiling your boyfriend to a little date. Seungkwan had insisted that there wasn't any need for you to pay for everything, but tonight, you were all too determined to show just how much you appreciate him, even if it means arguing who would pay for the bill at the restaurant you chose or who would buy the matching stuffed animals you spotted in a store and couldn't resist buying.

Seungkwan has done nothing but warm your heart than any gift ever could. He's already a gift to your life, and tonight is your way of reciprocating just that𑁋to make sure he feels just as cherished as he's made you feel every day, simply because he deserves it, even if he doesn't think so himself.

"Do you think they'd like it? I'm scared I got the bad scents." Seungkwan fiddles with the paper bag of scented candles in his hand, his opposite arm linked around yours as you both continue your stroll down the glittering streets.

"My parents will love it. You don't have to worry about a thing," You reassure him with a gentle smile, giving his upper arm a small squeeze. "And even if they don't, it's the thought that counts, right?"

Seungkwan grins back, the worry lines on his forehead smoothing out. The city lights seem to reflect in his eyes like twinkling stars. "You're right. I just want them to like me, you know?"

"They already love you, trust me," You assure confidently. "Just be yourself, and they'll see how amazing you are."

Seungkwan could only shyly cower his head down to your words, the cold air nipping at his cheek that he attempts to hide away. You already know he has every right to be nervous meeting your parents for the first time tomorrow, but you also know that he'll win them over with his genuine and bubbly charm, just as he won you over from the very beginning.

The two of you trail up to a set of rails overlooking the sidewalk below and the looming buildings surrounding the area. There's some distant holiday music that you could hear from the nearby stores. Seungkwan leans against the rail, releasing a breath that creates a small mist in the chilly air, a thoughtful expression travelling across his face.

Smiling to yourself, you take out your phone and snap a few candid photos of him against the backdrop of the city lights.

"Look back at me," You call, and Seungkwan turns to face you, a small smile to his face that you manage to capture before he playfully swats at your phone. "Hey, hey, wait𑁋just a few more... Okay, I'm done. See?"

He pouts when you swipe through the photos, showing him the blurry ones and the ones where he's mid-swat like a cat batting at a toy. "Oh my God, you make me look so goofy."

"But look at these ones." You show him the two where you perfectly captured him looking back at you and smiling naturally. "You gotta post these! You look so pretty."

Seungkwan just rolls his eyes and turns away to admire the lights of the city once more, biting back the shy grin to his face. As you tuck your phone away, you walk up to him, sliding an arm around his waist and leaning against the rail beside him.

And when you both turn your bodies to face each other, your eyes gazing into his, a smile crosses your face, and you can't help but to let a hand pinch his cheek, perhaps a bit more harder than intended. "You're so cute!”

"Ow," Seungkwan winces dramatically, his hand coming up to cup over yours on his face, but he doesn't take your hand away𑁋he doesn't want to𑁋and instead leans more into your touch.

You furrow a brow, noticing how cold his face feels against your hand, trailing a thumb lightly over his cheekbone. "You're freezing, Kwannie."

The warmth of your thumb seeping through the chill of Seungkwan's skin sends a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the winter breeze.

"Just a little," he mutters quietly. “But you feel warm."

His dark eyes are like pools of melted chocolate under the city glow. The playful banter has faded, replaced by a quiet intimacy that settled comfortably around you both. You knew you should pull away and head back to the warmth of your apartment, but something keeps you frozen to this moment𑁋to the way his gaze seems to pierce right through you and make you feel so seen.

Then a sudden urge, soft and insistent, sprouts within you.

Your smile blooms into a full, somewhat mischievous grin as you take your hand away from his face. Leaning in, you press a gentle kiss to his cheek, right on the spot your touch had warmed up moments ago. It was a soft, fleeting peck, barely more than a whisper of your lips against his skin, but it sends a jolt of electricity through you both.

Seungkwan can practically still feel the kiss lingering when you pull away, a blush creeping up his neck and painting his skin and ears with a rosy hue. The flustered look to his face was enough to send your heart into a giddy leap, and as you cup his face again, you feel it's grown significantly warmer under your touch.

"All better now," You whisper teasingly as you continue to hold Seungkwan's face gently between your hands. "Are you blushing?"

Seungkwan lets out a scoff, lightly shoving your hand away from his face. "No."

"You are."

"I'm not!"

"You are!”

"H-How can I not when you kiss me like that?"

His words make a chuckle leave your mouth, and you stretch your arms to wrap around his neck, closing the distance between your bodies. His own hands come to instinctively rest at your waist, breath hitching from the way your closeness sends another wave of warmth through him.

But before he can say anything, you lean in and press a quick kiss to his lips, catching him off-guard once more. When you pull back, there's a playful glint in your eyes, and Seungkwan is left speechless and dazed, his cheeks now an even deeper shade of red. His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, and he lets out a choked laugh, a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

"You're... you're really something else, you know that?" Seungkwan stammers, his fingers playing with the hem of your coat as he avoids your eyes bashfully.

You tilt your head slightly. "In a good way hopefully?"

He leans in and presses a kiss to the tip of your cold nose, his lips lingering for a moment. When he draws back, a few snowflakes land in his hair. "In the best way possible."

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snowsinterlude · 5 months

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A Good Cheater.

(finnick odair x reader)

summary: after discovering the actual motive for your boyfriend to not be with you, and finding out why anne's belly was so big, you cried when he gave you a "gift" to apologize

c.w: cheating, pregnancy is talked about, dacryphilia, p in v, creampie, unproctected sex, pet names (doll, baby.), pregnancy kink, babytrapping, dumbification.

w.c: 1.790

grabbing the cup of coffee you usually drink every morning, you overheard a conversation about two of anne's friends. maybe that was your mistake.

as you waited, you could hear the words that shattered your heart, the ones that made your world shake.

“gosh, have you seen anne and finnick together? they look so cute!” hm. interesting?

“yeah! i'm sure he'll be a great dad!” what?

“mhm, anne's belly is so big- she said it's gonna be a boy!”

it couldn't be. no, it was probably other couple with the same name as your boyfriend and the girl from biology class. it wasn't them.

but then, everything in your head started to make sense.

the hickeys you didn't remember giving him, the way anne smiled when he talked to her, his excuse being to get the assignments he lost on the days he wasn't there. everything made sense, and suddendly you were pale sick.

“y/n? are you fine? you look… pale.” the girl said, and you kust shook your head positively for her not to worry as you walked away, feeling sick at each step you took after paying the coffee.

it didn't matter. it wasn't them. it wasn't. it couldn't be.

and with that thought in mind, you found finnick and anne almost immediatly; her pregnant belly showing up, his hands on what was supposed to be her waist, her nails on his shoulders.

both looked over at you, and that's when his smirk disappeared at the sight of you and you ran, the quicker the better.

“fuck,” he voiced, taking his hands off anne's body. “keep yourself here baby, i gotta make sure she's not telling anyone.” and anne believed each one of his lies, even the ones that weren't believable.

finnick did his best to reach you at your pace, his hand reaching for you the second you were close to slamming your door, being prevented by his hand.

“get out of here.” you said, breath hitched and tears pooling on your eyes.

“well, i don't see a motive why.” he said, entering your house with you as you grabbed something- anything that felt hard enough to hit him on the head. you didn't need much to throw it at him, sobbing at the shattered glass. “c'mon, y/n. don't be like that!”

“what do you mean ‘don't be like that’?? you cheated on me! you cheated on both of us and you impregnated her- what the fuck do you want me to do?? congratulate you? well, congratulations! you're gonna be a good father, i'm just not sure if you're going to be a good husband.” you spat

“oh please, it's not like she's engaged to me already, i'm not even sure if the baby is mine or not.”

“don't fuck with me. i saw the way she looked at you- i saw the way your hands were placed on whatever part of her body was that. don't take me for an idiot.”

“i'm telling you the truth-”

“-you're not!” you cried, the tears and sobs leaving you like a sea. “you're a terrible liar.”

“you're the one who's a liar.” he said, approaching you slowly. “you knew anne liked me when you met me.” he smiled at you, hand on your cheek and his lips on your temple. “you knew how much she loved me. still, you spread your legs.”

his words were hard on you. specially with you knowing he was telling the truth. you were anne's colleague last year. everybody knew she liked him. however, no one knew he was with her. until now.

“i thought you liked me. it's different.”

“it's not. you didn't utter a word about it to her. to anyone.” he said, your tears being licked away by him. he kissed your lips, and even with all your anger telling you to punch him in the eye and step on him, you trembled, hands on your face as you cried into his arms.

“why are you like this- why did you do this??”

“well, why have one when you can have two? anne wasn't supposed to be pregnant. she told me she was on the pill. but it seems like i was fooled.” he said.

“you're terrible. you're the worst- i can't even put it into words- how could you??”

“the question is how could she, bae. it is not my fault.” he said. and like a sailor, you felt like he was a siren. too enchanted by his sweet tone of voice, you started to feel like anne was the real villain there- i mean, she's the one who babytrapped him.

maybe he was right. and you were so focused on his words, your sight was so blurry by your tears you didn't even notice how hard he was.

“want me to make things fair between you two, baby?” he asked, lips pressing against your face as you cried, more and more. the more you cried the happier he got- why were you so pretty when you cry?

“how?- are you breaking up with her?” of course no. he didn’t even need to answer that, his proposal was something different.

“hm… maybe i can fuck a baby into you, too.” he said. and you were somehow happy he wanted to fuck you and get you pregnant. somehow, your heart was the one telling you to get pregnant.

and you nodded, submissively agreeing with his words. it didn't even took much from him for you to agree. god, you were pathetic.

your brain seemed terribly blurry. and you could only mewl and cry on his grinding cock, now laying on the couch. you didn't even tried to get a room, for god's sake.

“c'mon, you're crying? why is it?” he asked, his hands in your thighs as he grinded his hard dick deliciously against your pussy. you mewled.

“p-please, break up with her. i-i don't wanna be the second family- n-nor the other woman. please, fin.” you begged, crying. you were a mess of tears by now. your shirt was rolled down to show your boobs, oh so pretty for them to see, his lips kissed your cleavage, smiling to you.

“i will, baby. i promise.” and you trusted his words, letting him bury himself into you. “god, you're so wet. what's that for? is it the other woman thing? you sure you don't wanna be the second girl?”

“n-no. i-it's just-” you sobbed, grinding back on him. “please. don't play with that- b-break up with her. please.”

“i already promised that to you, doll.” he said, finally entering you. “now, we have to deal with something more important than her, don't we?”

his words were like lies covered in honey and orange, the sweetest words you could ever hear from him were always covered in lies and honey, and they always came from his mouth.

“w-what-”

“you forgot already? god, we gotta get you pregnant, doll.” he said. “you don't want to be left behind because of her now, do you?”

you shook your head negatively. why were you agreeing with this? why weren't you remembering that he cheat on you?

the slow pace of his thrusts inside you made you hug him, you were terribly wet at this point, so sensitive for him and all while he nipped on your nipples.

just like everytime in this scenery, you were desperate. desperate for his love. desperate for his cheating to not be true. desperate for his seed to be planted inside you- desperate to have his baby so he would never leave you.

“i can only imagine you with a swollen belly, you know? you'll look so pretty, so beautiful with our baby in your arms- i can't wait to see how you'll look.” he said, kissing your lips.

such a passionate sex and such a sweet talking were enough to make you squirm, crying on his cock only made it worse from how much he wanted to fuck you. if you kept crying so much he wouldn’t even bother coming back to anne- he would be too occupied to fuck his babies into you.

his thrusts got harder. his pace was quicker, his cock was hitting you so good in all the sweetest spots he knew you have. he slapped your butt, pulling you closer to him.

“y-you leave her, right?” he rolled his eyes internally, you were so repetitive. it's okay. at least you were crying. that's something that saved you.

“i told you, bae. i will. you'll have my baby, you will be my wife and i'll be your dear husband who comes back to see you with our baby in your arms.” he said, and you nodded oh so sweetly, your fall for his lies were too happy. “you know, i always wanted to try fucking a pregnant woman.maybe you can give me that.” he said, kissing you as he pushed your leg to his broad shoulder, his pace matching with his words, sweet and quick lies.

“i-i will. i will. promise.” you slurred, feeling your cunt tightening around him. the deeper he kissed your cunt with his dick was enough for you to squirm, and you've been squirming for a long time now.

quietly, you came, the way you bite your bottom lip and contorted your face was the biggest betrayal your body did to you. that was the first thing he noticed and that was how he knew you came- that and the tightness of your cunt with the way you melted and coated his dick up with your wetness.

“you came already, doll?” he asked, knowing the answer. “is that a sign for me to stop?”

you shook your head negatively, moans interrupting your phrase. “n-no, finn. k-keep going. t-too good!” you squirmed.

he obeyed your words, that was the only way he could apologize for cheating on you, right? fucking you good, getting you pregnant.

that was what he did. he fucked you. filled your uterus with his seed for three rounds, always having you under his spell- his words. he didn’t care. he wanted to see you pregnant. anne wasn't coming on his mind. she didn't looked pretty while pregnant. but you? god, you would look beautiful.

and he made sure to fill you up in his seed. he made sure to fuck your brains out and get you knocked up.

he was the one who babytrapped you.

throwing away your pills. kissing your temple and your forehead. allowing you to feel his cum leaking down your thighs.

he confirmed his theory seven months later, when your belly was round and big enough for him to tell you were having twins.

how could you be so fucking dumb?

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mika-no-sekai-blog · 5 months

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Game over

Part I

Word count: 2600+

Warnings: some hot scenes to come so be ready, nothing obscene tho (I'd love to but can't write "porn"😬); kind of slutty Azriel, swearing

You walked down the hallway towards Cassian's room, your eyes puffed from crying for hours. You prayed to Mother to find him alone. You needed him desperately. Cassian was your best friend, knowing all your secrets, even the one about your feelings for Azriel. He was the only one who volunteered to go with two of you on missions making a wall between you, comforting you after each argument. And now he almost paid with own life for his kindness.

Instead of knocking you eavesdropped behind his door, but except of Cassian's snoring room was silent. Carefully opening the door you peeked in. Cassian was fast asleep, bandaged wings spread on the bed. He was alone. You let out sigh of relief.

Quietly you stalked to his bed and sat on the edge of mattress. Gently caressing his hand you curled to his side. You were afraid to touch him, not wanting to cause him more pain. "I'm so so sorry, Cass," you sobbed. Snoring stopped and he moved slightly.

"Oh, doll, it's you," he groaned, voice hoarse.

"I didn't want to wake you up," you tried to hide your tears.

"Don't worry. I wanted to see you anyway. I'm glad you came."

"How do you feel?"

His big hand landed on your shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. "I'm high from the Madja's medicaments," he chuckled and you did so, too. He always knew how to make you smile. "Are you okay? Rhys was quite angry when he came yesterday."

"Hmm." You still needed to talk about it, but seeing his state you couldn't bring yourself to bother him with your problems.

"Hey, doll, look at me."

"Everything is fine," you lied.

"C'mon, show me your face," he patted on your shoulder. Reluctantly you obeyed. "I can see you cried. What happened? Did he hurt you?"

"Rhys was mad, but he did nothing to me. He just scolded me.."

"And?" his brows raised.

You let out a breath avoiding his gaze. "And closed me in his office together with Azriel," you muttered.

"What?!" Cassian tried to sit up, but pain in his back and wings prevented him from doing so. Grimacing he lay down again. "Is he crazy? Why? I'll give him piece of my mind when I see him next time. What happened after that?"

"Well, he said he won't let us out until we solve our problems," you explained, tears again stinging your eyes.

"You are out so.." Cassian encouraged you to continue.

"Azriel came with an idea how to make him let us go." First tear rolled down your cheek.

Cassian rubbed root of his nose. "What that idiot did to you?" He knew you so well, you didn't have to tell a single word and he knew what's on your mind. Sometimes it was quite scary.

"He came with plan to pretend we are in love and kissed me in front of Rhysand.." you sobbed.

"Doll.." he again rubbed your shoulder. "Are you okay?"

You shook your head. "I can't.. do that.. It all returned.. and.. I can't.. It hurts.."

Cassian drew you closer, hugging you as much as he could in his state. "I'm so sorry, doll.. But.. You don't have to do it.. If you want I'll talk with him."

"If Rhysand finds out we lied, next time he might also lock us at a cell.."

Cassian's lips pulled into a thin line, but he didn't say anything else, holding you and rubbing on your back while you cried yourself to sleep.

Azriel was wandering around the House, feeling of discomfort heavy on his chest. He didn't like the way your conversation ended up that morning and he didn't want to accept that his plan was over before he actually could act up to it. He tried to visit Y/N in her bedchamber, but she wasn't there. Everything felt off, so he sent the shadows to look for her. They guided him to Cassian's room, whispering to his ear.

Azriel didn't bother with knocking because as he was informed persons inside were fast asleep. Quiet like a cat he crept in, standing beside the bed. What he saw there made his insides twist with pain and anger.

Cassian laid in the bed with spread wings just like the other day, snoring. And there under his arm curled to his side was Y/N, their scents mixing together. He noticed their smell many times before, but he'd never witnessed it. Jealousy stabbed his heart like poisoned dagger, his teeth gritting in frustration.

Mine. Mine. Mine!

His breath quickened, brows furrowed, anger dripping from him. His fingers entwined around the Truth-teller. Shadowsinger wouldn't let anybody have what belonged to him, what he desired the most.

The shadows emerged in, blinding him and pushing him back to the door.

'Stop. Calm down. You will regret it. Brother. Family.' They hissed.

Azriel took few shuddering breaths. Okay, he wouldn't go so far. But he couldn't leave them like this either. He fixed his expression.

"Love, here you are," he shouted pretending he just came in. Both Cassian and Y/N woke up with a start.

"What the hell," Cassian groaned, pulling Y/N closer. Wide-eyed she looked up at Azriel.

"I was worried. I looked for you everywhere," Azriel continued his performance. He pulled on her arm, tearing her from the embrace, just to hold her close to his chest. She was about to say something, but he wouldn't let her and quickly kiss her on the lips. Azriel gave all his pain and jealousy into the kiss making it rough and needy. And Y/N reacted the same way as in front of Rhysand. Her knees gave out. Satisfied Azriel pulled away. He watched with delight as all kinds of emotions flashed across her face, especially enjoying the blush of her cheeks.

"What are you doing?" Cassian grunted, snapping him out of his observation.

Azriel turned to him. "Love, you haven't told him yet?"

"No need to pretend, Az. I know everything," Cassian rolled his eyes. Azriel turned back to Y/N, searching her face. So she told him? But why? What was between the two of them?

"I want to talk to you," Cassian said.

"Would you leave us alone, dove," Azriel traced her jaw with scarred finger. She inhaled sharply turning to Cassian.

"Cass.."

"Don't worry, doll," he grinned at her. Eyeing them she backed out from the room closing the door behind. But she didn't leave. Instead she stayed behind the door listening.

Azriel smirked as Cassian narrowed eyes on him. "What kind of game are you playing?" he asked quietly, aware that Y/N hadn't left.

"Not your business."

"I swear. If you hurt her I'll beat the shit out of you."

Azriel studied his face. "You feel something to her." It wasn't question.

"What if I do? Would you let her be?"

Azriel crossed arms on his chest. "No."

"Do you hate her so much that you want to destroy her?" Azriel winced.

"I'm not planning to destroy her."

"So what do you want from her?" Cassian snapped angrily.

"Not. Your. Business," Azriel growled.

They stared at each other trying to second guess the opponent. Azriel let out a breath after a while. Brother. My brother, he reminded himself.

"I don't want to hurt her, so don't worry," he said way softer than he really felt, turning to leave. "I would really appreciate if you stay away from her," he growled leaving the room. An amused snort sounded from behind as he was closing the door.

Corners of Azriel's mouth turned up in a smile as he looked to the place where Y/N was waiting, right next to the door.

"What did you talk about?" she asked coolly.

He stepped closer cornering her. "About you," he smiled even wider, hazel eyes capturing hers.

"What about me?"

"Hmm," he purred teasingly leaning in so he could feel her breath on his lips. Having her so close soothed his jealousy for good.

She just stood there pinned to the wall under his body, her heart racing. She wouldn't run away before getting answers. Fearless little thing. He liked it and finally he didn't have to hide it. Closing eyes he nuzzled his cheek to hers, drawing a soft moan from her.

"What will you give me if I tell you?" His deep voice sensually whispered to her ear and she shivered in pleasure biting down on her lip, unable to think straight. So hot, so sweet. He wanted to devour her right there on the spot, slowly, enjoying every inch of her. It took all his determination just to stand there, not touching her.

He needed to leave otherwise he would destroy everything. "Try to stay away from Cassian and his room, dove, would you?" he cooed, delivering sweet, light kiss on her lips. Her knees wobbled.

"It would look bad if somebody notice," he said over a shoulder walking down the hall, away from temptation.

After he left, Y/N let out a breath. Without anybody holding her upright she sank to the ground, her heart pounding so hard it threatened to jump from her chest and chase after the cause of this all. Why did he have such effect on her?

After the encounter in Cassian's room you didn't know what to think anymore. You heard just very little of their conversation and couldn't make anything out of it. Only one thing was clear: Azriel kept pretending to be in love with you without flaw whether somebody watched or no.

He kept touching you at any occasion he had. From feather like touches to passionate hugs, from his lips lightly teasing your skin to deep, needy kisses. Shadowsinger went so far that he was leaving flowers and small presents for you all around the house. It was so confusing.

In front of your friends you couldn't run nor push him away. You struggled every time he appeared close to you. Your heart ached and thrilled at the same time. You had to constantly remind yourself that he faked it. That none of that was real. However your heart didn't listen at all. It hurt so badly. Every day that passed in this manner was a torture and you tried to spend as much time in your room alone as possible.

One morning you woke up with a wing around you, dim light shining through. A strong arm was wrapped around your waist and your back was pressed against male's chest. At first you thought you fell asleep with Cassian. After all it wouldn't be the first time you slept like this.

As your brain started to work again, you stiffened. Last night you fell asleep alone in your room. The body behind you was muscular, but it was rather athletic while Cassian's body was more like a bear. Drops of cold sweat appeared on your forehead and your heart stuttered as realization hit you.

It was Azriel.

You swallowed, your heartbeat was rising with every second you stayed in this position. You didn't know what to do. You wanted to shove him away, but you also longed to stay like this in his arms for the rest of your life. You didn't dare to move.

Azriel behind you didn't move, too, seemingly asleep. However you could feel his heartbeat on your back, speed of it matching your own. And you felt it poking to the back of your thigh. Air became heavy with the smell of arousal.

The wing retracted letting morning light and fresh cold air in.

"'morning," Azriel groaned to your ear, voice still hoarse. Your panties got even wetter.

You forced yourself to retreat to the other side of bed. "What are you doing here?" you tried to sound confident and cool, but your shaky voice betrayed you.

Reclining Azriel smirked obviously satisfied with the way your body reacted to him. Your mouth went dry. He was so... Beautiful? Sexy? No word could adequately describe him.

His dark hair was messy from sleep, smirking full lips slightly parted and eyes.. Those eyes. Soft morning light turned his hazel eyes into liquid gold. Shadowsinger was in your bed looking like a god, toned chest on display. You couldn't take your eyes off of him.

"You are drooling, dove," he chuckled moving closer. His thumb ran over your lower lip teasingly. He was wearing just an underwear, his arousal still visible.

Instincts you gained over years kicked in, though you were too high. "Cover yourself," you moaned. Damnit.

Azriel leaned closer, his lips only inch from yours. "This is what you do to me. Don't you like it?" Thumb of his other hand caressed your thigh too close to your sex. You gasped, eyes going wide. Azriel's pupils blew out, gaze darkening, his scent changing once again.

You needed to cool down otherwise you could do something you would regret in the future. You tried to stand up, but Azriel stopped you.

"Beautiful," he murmured against your lips, closing the distance between you. The kiss was soft, playful at first, slowly heating up. He pulled you back down to the sheets, lightly crushing you under his body. His scarred hand grabbed your thigh and massaging it he hooked your leg around his hips.

No, your brain shouted while your heart was growing with every touch he provided. This was so wrong. You found the strength and pushed against his chest. Panting Azriel reluctantly obeyed. He gave you a questioning look.

"What's wrong, dove?"

"Stop it," a tear rolled down your cheek, followed by another soon. Tip of his fingers gently wiped it away. He was confused. "Stop it. Stop this pretending. It's too much. I can't-"

"Who said I'm pretending?" he whispered softly, studying your face with unreadable expression.

"You came with this plan to pretend in front of everyone.."

"Game is over, dove. It's actually never started. At least for me it wasn't game," Azriel sat up bringing you with him.

You were too confused. "What do you mean? What is this all about?"

Azriel hesitated. "I heard you," he breathed out, his eyes never leaving yours. His deep voice was so quiet you barely heard him. "That night at Rhys' office. You talked in your sleep. For years I couldn't tell you how I really feel, thinking you hate me. It was easier to hate you back than admit I want you. So I took advantage of the situation Rhysand got us into and decided to show you instead. I guess it wasn't the best way.."

Something in your chest warmed up and grew with every word he spoke. "It wasn't game," you repeated, trying to put your thoughts together. You replayed all events, touches and kisses of the last weeks seeing it in new light. You could literally hear wards around your heart crack. He didn't pretend it. None of that.

You searched his eyes looking for traces of lie just to find out it was truth. Your hand moved on its own accord, resting on his cheek. Azriel leaned into the touch closing his eyes for a moment.

"No pretending?"

"Not even once," he shook his head. All suppressed feelings crashed out like a wave breaking last of the walls you built around your heart. You threw yourself around his neck almost knocking him down to blankets, squeezing him as you cried. Shadowsinger groaning with effort to stay upright, hugging you back.

"Az," you sobbed.

"Yes, angel," Azriel rested his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"You are such idiot," you playfully tugged on his hair.

"I know," he chuckled. "Will you give me a chance to make it up to you?"

You snorted. "It won't be easy."

"I love challenges." With that he started nipping at your neck slowly moving up to the sensitive spot under your ear.

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