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ithebookhoarder · 6 months

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Truth or Dare (Anthony Bridgerton x Wife!Reader)

Summary: Married only a few months, you are very much one of the Bridgerton brood - something that often drives your poor husband mad, especially when you happen to be every bit as chaotic and unruly as his siblings... Also known as, you, Benedict and Eloise take a game of ‘truth or dare’ a bit too far.

A/N: What can I say? It’s well and truly fluff-tober over here on my blog 😅

Warnings: Alcohol, mild smut, swearing, Anthony losing his mind, typical Bridgerton sibling shenanigans

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There weren’t many nights Anthony spent away from your side.

They were few and far between, but that didn’t lessen how irksome you found them when the odd occasion called for him to leave you over night. You didn’t know what it was exactly, but you never truly slept well without your husband there to hold you.

Of course, it had to be one of those nights that you truly found yourself in a spot of mischief. Though, in fairness, it had all started rather innocently.

Un-beknowst to you at the time, it was Benedict that had been first outside on the garden swing, sipping from a stolen bottle of whiskey he’d pilfered from the kitchens. He’d been sat there perhaps ten minutes by himself, staring at the stars and lamenting about some problem or other.

Then Eloise had come along.

As was her habit - you later discovered - she had been swift to follow her brother’s example, sneaking out of the house in her nightgown for a reprieve in the night air… and a cigarette or two. Apparently her second-eldest brother was something of a soft touch when it came to her, not that you could blame him for it. You doted on Eloise too.

Then, finally, completing the eclectic cast of characters, there had been you.

Now, in your defence, you hadn’t intended on going out into the garden that night, but had found no other alternative suitable given the blasted summer heat. It was worse tonight that it had been all week, and without Anthony in bed beside you, you saw little point in enduring with the effort of trying to get any rest.

So, you’d decided to make your way quietly through the house and sit outside a while, and pray for a breeze. You hadn’t, however, expected to find both Bridgerton siblings already sat there, having had a similar idea.

“My, what do we have here? Another night owl?”

It was Benedict who spoke first, smiling warmly at the sight of you appearing out of the darkness. He was quick to rise, offering you his swing as a perch to rest upon, beside Eloise.

You were about to protest that it wasn’t necessary and that you could find somewhere else to sit, but a warning glare from Eloise was enough to silence you.

She was all too eager to pat the seat next to her in invitation, looking remarkably pleased to have another addition to their little party.

“Come. Sit,” she ordered. “We were simply discussing how tedious Lady Tremaine’s luncheon will be tomorrow and how we could possibly avoid the whole thing. Now that you’re here, you can help us plot our escape. Benedict’s only suggestion thus far has been some kind of contagious summer cold.”

“I think I actually said that I would use such an excuse, sister,” Benedict corrected with a teasing grin. “Not that we would share it.”

“Traitor.”

“Hardly. It is every man - or woman - for themselves. Right, Y/N?”

“Alas, I think your mother would be rather suspicious at all three of us suddenly being absent,” you sighed by way of explanation as both their eyes turned to you. “Besides, I only came outside because of this heat, not to join some conspiracy.”

“Hardly,” Eloise chuckled. “We simply had the same idea, but I am rather glad you came to join us. Perhaps we should form some secret kind of club - Bridgertons against boredom?”

“And do what? Constantly find excuses not to attend social events we deem too tedious or odious to be dragged along to?”

“Sounds like a marvellous idea to me.”

“It would, sister dear,” Benedict teased. “You always have a talent for causing chaos and anarchy. You’d suit the cause perfectly, even if we both know our mother would never stand for it. She somehow sees through even our best efforts.”

“In which case, it’s time I take a leaf out of your book, Benedict. After all, you always say social events become far more bearable after a good drink or two,” Eloise smirked, gesturing towards the bottle of whiskey Benedict had been steadily nursing. “Perhaps I should follow my brothers example and learn to hold a drink, maybe then things will be more fun.”

“Oh no.” Benedict was quick to shut down that idea, holding the bottle possessively to his chest and shaking his head. “No. I am not allowing you to start drinking. Mother would have my head if she caught you, not to mention Anthony would have all ours heads on a platter in no time.”

The thought of it made you laugh. Your husband was hardly a tyrant, even if he’d been known to have a temper but he was easy enough to handle. A few soft words in his ear or a kiss on the cheek and he was putty in your hands, helplessly and completely in love with you. Just as you were in love with him.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of Anthony, Benedict?” you giggled, causing Eloise to join you. “I assure you, he’s more a kitten than a lion and he’d probably prefer you to allow Eloise to sample alcohol here, under your supervision, than when she inevitably decides to rebel and has her first drink later on, in the middle of some public ball…”

The warning was clear and you all knew very likely true. Still, Eloise was beaming in victory as Benedict cursed to himself, muttering about Bridgerton women and the likely death he’d receive should Anthony ever find out he had allowed Eloise to sample whiskey. “Just a few sips, El. I mean it.”

“Oh hush,” she snorted, taking the bottle before he could change his mind. She was quick to throw back her head and down a rather brave mouthful, causing you to laugh even harder as she scrunched her face up in disgust. “Oh! That is revolting.”

“I told you.”

“Now you, Y/N,” Eloise grinned, turning and offering the offending item towards you. “Go on. Join us trouble makers - I won’t say a word about it if you don’t.”

“Oh, for goodness sake… Give me that then,” you sighed, earning a cheer from them both, knowing it was better to simply surrender rather than try and fight their mischievous whims. It only increased as you took an ambitious swig from the bottle, wincing at the acrid burning sensation it left in your throat.

If only Anthony could have seen you. He’d have probably had some kind of seizure - especially as you took another quick swig before handing the bottle back.

“There. Your turn again, brother dearest.”

“My my. You really are quite surprising,” Benedict sniggered, before winking up at you in admiration. “Who knew it? You can hold your drink better than Colin. He seems cursed to choke any time he drinks anything stronger than a brandy.”

“Well, it is your sex that falsely deemed us the weaker,” Eloise quipped. “It’s not our fault you were ignorant.”

“I’d like to remind you I wasn’t part of that decision and you also looked ready to choke a moment ago, El.”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re still one of the enemy,” she giggled, earning another raucous laugh from you. Oh, you loved her. If you’d ever been so blessed to have had a sister, you hoped she’d have been just like her. “Now, it is your turn again, brother.”

“Oh … joy.”

“Else we shall have to have some kind of forfeit.”

“A forfeit?” you scoffed, finding the idea absurd. “Like what?”

“How about… truth or dare?”

Benedict froze. “Oh no. Not again. Pall Mall is one thing but we swore we would never play that game in this family again-“

“But Benedict-“

“What’s truth or dare?”

Your innocent question ceased their bickering instantly. Their eyes widened as they turned to you, a knowing and nervous look passing between them. Somehow, you knew this evening was about to get wildly out of hand.

Sometime later, you’d been fully apprised of the rules of ‘truth or dare’. In fact, you’d been something of a natural at it, even if you knew the copious amounts of whiskey you’d all consumed was more than likely the responsible culprit. Else, you’d probably have known better and snuck back off inside before you could make a fool of yourself.

By the end of the night, Benedict had climbed a tree, confessed to being oddly scared of spiders, and been forced to sing the national anthem in French.

Eloise had also made an admirable effort, despite her obviously lower tolerance for drink. She still permitted Benedict to try and arrange her hair, before daring to steal a sock from Colin’s room whilst he’d slept. Then she’d loosened a leg on a dining chair. (Alas, none of you could remember which one but that somehow made it even funnier - even if it would not be come morning when you were forced to sit at the table for breakfast in some kind of roulette.)

You could only pray you didn’t choose said seat.

You could also only pray neither of your conspirators shared your contributions with your husband. You weren’t exactly sure how Anthony would feel at the fact you gone for a midnight paddle in the pond, nor that you’d mixed up the papers on his desk, all before finishing the night with a final dare that involved stealing several cakes from the kitchens… you still swore Mrs Reynolds would notice, come morning, that there were no longer twelve perfect cakes.

That, and Benedict had somehow knocked flour all over the counter, causing you all to erupt in drunken laughter as you’d bolted back outside.

Needless to say, you all looked a sorry sight as you lay in the grass together, staring at the approaching dawn. Had you not been so tired, or drunk, you may have suggested retiring back to your rooms before the house awoke shortly.

“Now that… was fun.”

“Fun? That was more than fun. I haven’t laughed like that in ages.”

“Told you it was a good idea.”

You hummed in agreement with your sister in law.

“I can see why you all favoured this game so much,” you sniggered, winking at Eloise as she sat in the grass beside you. “I can also see why you all agreed to stop playing it… I don’t know what Anthony would say if he saw what we’d been up to.”

“Something sensible and disapproving most likely,” Benedict sniggered. “Our brother, and your husband, can be a right prig, no offence.”

“Oh hush. At least I didn’t let my sister dress me up in her petticoat when she was five.”

Benedict’s jaw dropped.

“Who told you about that?” he demanded indignantly.

“I have my sources.”

Benedict’s eyes narrowed as he turned his head to glare at his younger sister. “Well, you can tell your source that she’s going to have to find someone else to fetch her lemonade at the Cowper’s ball tomorrow night unless she apologises. You can also tell her that I’ll accept either a verbal or a written apology as long as it’s suitably abject. And that means very, very abject,” he added darkly.

“Tell me, Benedict, was it a lacy petticoat?”

With a wordless grunt of annoyance, Benedict groaned, but it was hard to hear over the laughter echoing from you and Eloise. You resembled more a pack of hyenas than two noble ladies - you probably looked just as feral after your night of mischief.

And of course, as was always your luck, that was exactly how your husband found you mere seconds later.

How Anthony had arrived without any of you hearing a carriage pulling up to the house at this time of the night - morning? You couldn’t be sure - was a mystery. Yet, there he was, hands on hips and looking thunderous as he stormed towards the three of you with all the fury of an exasperated headmaster.

“What in God’s name are you all playing at?”

You all froze.

It was as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over you as your eyes widened, and you all turned to stare sheepishly at him.

“Oh, darling. You’re home?”

“Don’t ‘oh darling’ me,” Anthony sighed, attempting to scold you but without much success. His attempt at seriousness was somewhat undermined by his brother’s heckling, singing ‘here comes mother’ and that ‘someone’s in trouble’. That, and with the way you were lying, he was upside down. “What are you doing up at this god forsaken hour? And why are you … is that flour? And why are you soaking wet?”

“I went for a swim.”

“A - you went for a -“

“And Benedict did my hair,” Eloise interjected suddenly, waving her arms about as she gestured to the tangle of hair upon her head. “Isn’t it marvellous?”

Anthony’s expression very much said that he did not think it was marvellous. Nor did he find any of this vaguely amusing.

In fact, by the way he took a long deep breath, you knew he was doing his best not to lose his temper and wake the entirety of the household. His brow always creased like that when he was faced with dealing with his family, but the expression only made him seem more adorable and handsome to you, rather than authoritative. However, you’d never told him so, knowing it would hardly be deemed a compliment in his eyes.

You also doubted he’d appreciate your usual response right now, which was normally to kiss said brow until it eased back into its relaxed form.

“We were just playing a game to escape the heat, darling,” you soothed. “We couldn’t sleep and all had the same idea to seek refuge outdoors… we simply got carried away passing the time.”

“What game?”

“Pardon?”

“I said, what was the game you were all playing?” Anthony suddenly quipped, the warning clear in his tone. That, and his eyes landed squarely on his two siblings, who at least had the decency to look sheepish… and afraid. “Because there is but one game I can think of that would result in a mess like this one, and I’m confused, because I know for a fact that we banned that game under this roof, and any other roof that houses the Bridgertons.”

No one moved.

No one even breathed.

It was as if you were all too scared to risk answering Anthony, even if the empty bottle of whiskey did most of the talking by itself.

“I don’t recall the name,” you blinked. “Right, Benedict?”

“Oh, uh… we… we were just- Eloise?”

Eloise froze, the guilt written all too clearly on her face for her to even try and salvage the situation - though that could also be down to the whisky she had consumed… it was honestly hard to be sure at this point.

“Well, dear brother,” she began, only to trail off as Anthony lifted his hand.

The silence was instantaneous.

No one dared to say another word, let alone move.

You’d never seen Eloise or Benedict so still in your entire life. Hell, you weren’t even sure they were breathing - probably out of fear Anthony would decide to inform their mother about their mischievous exploits.

If Anthony Bridgerton was scary when vexed, then Violet Bridgerton was a nightmare brought to life in human form. After all, as the matriarch of a family of eight children, she had learned a long time ago how to keep her unruly children in line - a harrowing experience you had only had occasion to witness once or twice since your marriage into the Bridgerton family. Once had been when Colin and Gregory had broken a priceless vase when racing around the house, despite being explicitly banned from doing so. The other had been when she had caught Eloise and Benedict smoking outside on the terrace one night.

It was easy to say where your husband had inherited it from.

“Not. Another. Word,” your husband growled, bending down and sweeping you up into his arms in a move that made you squeal in surprise. “Right now, I am taking my wife to bed and I suggest you two do the same - after you clean up your mess. I’ll deal with the lot of you in the morning.”

A laugh escaped you as you tried not to look like you were enjoying the sudden turn of events too much. After all, you doubted he’d be too happy once you were more sober and he discovered the true extent of your nightly activities.

It was why you were only too happy to let him put you to bed, grumbling all the while about letting his siblings run wild. He really was most handsome when he was flushed - a fact you were reminded of as he hastily changed for bed, flashing you a tempting glimpse of his bare torso in the process.

You could tell without asking he was tired from his journey home, as well as fighting the urge to rip his hair out over the chaos he had found upon his return.

Thankfully, his need to be in your arms outweighed the need to scold you over letting yourself be drawn into his siblings’ schemes. All it took was you pulling him down onto the mattress, and climbing into his lap to turn him into a needy, lovestruck puddle.

You’d equally missed having him in your arms, but you’d be lying if you said that your sudden forwardness wasn't also due to a mixture of the whiskey you’d drunk, and the residual giddiness from a night of mischief. A confidence radiated from you as you began to run your hands over his bare chest, taking care to graze the areas you knew made him groan.

“You’re lucky I love you so much,” he teased breathlessly, visibly unable to refuse your advances.

“Is that so?”

Anthony chuckled, nodding as he surged his lips towards yours. “Yes, so come here, my delinquent drunken wife, and let me kiss you before you and those doe-eyes of yours drive me insane. Now.”

Your laughter and surrender was immediate. “As you wish.”

Alas, for poor Anthony, that was not the end of the ordeal.

In fact, it was the next morning as you made your way into breakfast that you faced the final consequences of your delinquency.

Despite wishing to remain abed for the entire day, you’d been granted no such reprieve as your maid had entered your room at the usual appointed time and proceeded to open the curtains with no regard for the fact that you had slept a mere handful of hours. Whereas you would normally greet the day with a reluctant smile, you were in no state to manage much more than a groan as you were harshly ripped from your slumber.

If you had somehow not yet come to the conclusion that last night had been a bad idea, then the sudden flare of pain in your head at the bright intrusion was all the proof you needed. That, and the sudden churning in your stomach.

You would never let Benedict or Eloise coax you into drinking with them again.

You had not realised, despite how the idiom went, that what went up was sure to come down again - and you had come crashing down.

Hard.

“If you’re ready to dress, my lady, then breakfast will be served shortly,” your maid chirped, a dress already picked out for you to wear. She either couldn't detect your fragile state, or didn't seem to care as she continued speaking at a painfully loud volume. “My Lord sent me to wake you as he is finishing business in the study. He was up frightfully early, I could scarce believe it went the housemaids told me they’d already found him awake when they went to start the fires this morning. Gave young Samantha a right fright he did, scribbling away at his desk.”

“Oh?” you croaked.

You hadn’t even noticed the empty space in the bed bedside you until then.

Clearly Anthony had risen early, if he’d even gone to sleep at all. Why were you not surprised? Your husband was perpetually in motion, always claiming there was something or someone that needed his urgent attention as the head of the Bridgerton clan. It was just one of the things that made you love him so much.

“Is he still there?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” the young girl continued, breezing about your room. “And that’s not the only strange incident this morning. It will tickle you rotten when I tell you the latest drama, but you see, Mrs Reynolds was ranting and raving about how she swore she had made three trays of fruit tarts last night, yet this morning, there were only two. The youngest kitchen maid, Betsy, is convinced it must be a ghost but my money is on Carter - the groom’s boy - he’s always snooping about the kitchen...”

You winced. Ah. Maybe you hadn't been as stealthy last night as you’d hoped after all...

With as much enthusiasm as you could muster, you began to peel yourself from the mattress, trying to appear as if you were listening to your maid’s theories as she dressed you for the day. It then took all your resolve to make it downstairs and to the breakfast table without tripping over your own feet, or emptying the non-existent contents of your stomach.

To your relief, only Eloise and Benedict had so far taken a seat at the breakfast table - and both looked about as miserable as you felt.

“Good morning,” you mumbled, taking your usual chair next to the head of the table. You were quick to accept the steaming cup of coffee Benedict handed you, shooting him a thankful look. “Dare I ask how we feel?”

“I think better than you and my dear sister here,” Benedict chirped, gesturing at a miserable looking Eloise. She had her head in her hands and was desperately trying to look at the plate of food in front of her with something other than repulsion. “Then again, I must admit I am somewhat more experienced in the art of late-night mischief than you both. I also did not have to deal with my brother before going to bed - thank you, again, for that noble sacrifice.”

“Your welcome,” you chuckled, a faint heat rising in your cheeks as you remembered the exact events after you and Anthony had gone to bed. “I just feel bad that you both got left to clean up the mess.”

“Don’t be. I think we got it all.”

“You say that but I can’t remember anything after you started singing in French,” Eloise groaned, massaging her forehead once more. “I have the oddest feeling we may have forgotten something.”

You paused. You could only hope for your sake she was wrong.

However, you were saved from such discussion by the arrival of the rest of the Bridgerton bunch. All conversation about your night-time escapades were quickly forgotten as Colin, Hyacinth and Gregory entered the room, bickering about something you couldn’t quite make out. They were swiftly followed by Violet and Francesca, who both looked unfairly cheerful for so early in the morning.

You could only wish to look so fresh and composed before your first cup of whatever caffeinated beverage you could get your hands on.

Then, finally, came your husband. Entering the room last, he turned and shot you a warm smile. Clearly, your shenanigans had been forgotten - for now - replaced instead by the memory of your other activities, much to the relief of you and your co-conspirators.

In fact, you swore you saw Eloise exhale a breath of relief when Anthony didn't immediately launch into one of his lectures. Instead, he chose to join the rest of his family in helping himself to the awaiting breakfast spread, laid out on the sideboard for them, listening to some ongoing debate between his mother and youngest brother.

“-but you said we could visit the park this afternoon.”

“I know, sweetheart, but I have to take Francesca and Eloise for their final fittings at the modiste. We shouldn’t be too long, and we can go after? Unless, perhaps your brothers will take you. Colin? Benedict? Anthony?”

Benedict looked physically pained at the idea of an afternoon at the park, what with his current delicate constitution and all. You honestly couldn't blame him. “Well, I uh - have a drawing class, this afternoon. Very last minute. Sorry.”

“And I... um, have a meeting at the club?” Colin stammered hastily. “Anthony?”

“Please, Anthony?” Gregory begged, all but pouting at his older brother as the pair made their way to the table. “I promise I’ll do all my lessons this week without complaining if you say yes. I’ll even let you have my pudding tonight.”

“As you asked so nicely, brother, I don’t see how an hour or so at the park could do any harm -” Anthony began, pulling out the chair next to you and lowering himself onto the seat in a moment that felt like it lasted forever as a horrifying sensation swept over you.

You remembered what you’d forgotten.

The chair.

“Anthony, wait-!”

The sudden crash was startling, as was the sight of your husband being sent flying backwards as the chair collapsed beneath him.

No one moved.

No one said a word.

Benedict looked across at you and Eloise, the horror clear in his eyes as he choked the word you felt on the tip of your tongue: “Run!”

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luveline · 5 months

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Hi, I’ve never sent a request before so forgive me if this sounds weird I’m still learning how to use Tumblr lol but what if Eddie and reader go to Roan’s school for parent-teacher conference and her teacher shows them something Roan wrote or made expressing how much she loves her new mom and her new little family🩷 and reader cries from how happy and loved Roan and Eddie make her feel🥹

ty for ur request, it doesn't sound weird at all! eddie and roan —you and eddie attend roan's PT conference, stepmother!reader, 1.2k

You hide from the biting winter wind in Eddie's side. “Is it supposed to be this cold?” you ask.

“You sound surprised. It's December,” he says, though he puts his arm over your shoulders to cover as much of you as he can. “I told you to wear a coat.”

“The coat ruins my outfit,” you say.

“You being cold ruins the outfit.” He nods towards the step up into the school building. “You could say the outfit ruins what's underneath–”

“What's wrong with you?”

“An appreciation for my wife?”

“Stop saying that, you're confusing people. Steve asked me last night if we got married in private–”

“You're always talking to Steve,” Eddie complains, “he doesn't even call me anymore, he just wants to talk to you.”

He'd called to ask if he was still babysitting, actually, but Eddie wouldn't know that because he and Roan had been playing monsters at the time, speaking to each other in gruff tones while they made sandwiches for dinner.

“You have a problem.”

Eddie can't decide whether to bicker or dote, squeezing you tightly, a promise about new problems lost to the growing ruckus of the elementary school after hours. Some parents have brought their children, but the majority stand chatting in lines to see the teachers. You and Eddie have come through the main entrance of the building rather than the side door where Roan enters, and the walk to Mrs. Lundy's room is longer than usual, though far from unpleasant. Light shines through the windows where a rainbow of creatures have been painted, leaving glowing shapes of apricot, cerulean, and lilac on your skin as you pass.

“You're like a Christmas tree,” Eddie says.

“I just need some tinsel.” You point at the decorations hanging from Mrs. Lundy's doorway. “Like that.”

“You want some tinsel? I'll get you some tinsel, baby, just give me a minute. And maybe distract her.”

You refuse to help him steal from Mrs. Lundy, and spend your time in line waiting with his hands held firmly in yours to prohibit any theft. Eddie moans about being jailed but is otherwise content. He quite likes it, actually, rearranging your fingers to stroke your knuckles.

Mrs. Lundy is smiling, happy to see you and brag about your girl. She starts with Roan's general education, her behaviour, her grades, though this young she doesn't have grades so much as milestones. Roan is smart but no wizz kid (not that you care), she's kind (but not always good at sharing), she's loud, and rambunctious, a great artist, and she's very, very happy.

“She talks about your wedding all the time. Every day. She tells us she's going to be the flower girl, and the best man, and that she has a beautiful dress.” Mrs. Lundy beams. “She's walking on sunshine.” The teacher's smile turns soft, almost wistful. “Well, she's Roan. You know what she's like better than I do.”

Your cheeks ache with pride.

“She's a good kid,” Eddie says.

“Yes!” Mrs. Lundy reaches across the desk for a turquoise-coloured folder. “There was actually something I wanted to share with you both… You know we have creative writing assignments, and obviously we help them with making real sentences, but what she has to say is very much of her own volition.”

Mrs. Lundy pulls a sheet of paper from the folder and puts it down in front of your hands. “The prompt was what makes you happy,” she says.

The first sentence is simple.

My mommy.

A drawing of you decorates the page above the lines, so clearly you, your smile wide and pink.

My mommy is kind and I love her. Dad sayd the wedding is speshul becase he loves her, but she will be my mom. She makes me so happy. Mommy says she loves me all of the time, and she brushus my hair. My best part of the day is when Y/N comes home and hugs me. We are so happy, and Lucky gets dinner. I love my dad too, and Uncle Wayn.

Her spelling errors have been corrected in green pen, and her backwards letters are written forwards for her to copy. You read the entire paragraph in a blur, thinking about how long it must've taken her to get it all down, nearly an entire page in her bubbly handwriting, big letters running off of the page.

“Needless to say,” Mrs. Lundy says, “that most children write about their families, or their pets, or their toys. But Roan was extremely focused on the word love. She's clearly going home to a loving home every night.” Mrs. Lundy smiles at Eddie. You nearly miss it, reading the paragraph again, and then a third time.

“Can I take this?” you ask, clearing your throat, tears brewed and bobbing on your waterline, desperate to be shed. “Is that okay?”

Eddie laughs and elbows you in the arm. “Come on, it's hardly news.”

You wipe your eyes before you can cry in front of them both. “I'm sorry, just– can I?”

Mrs. Lundy beams again, emphasising the well-worn smile lines at the corners of her lips and creasing beside her eyes.

You hold it together well for a little while. Eddie talks over your wobbly silence, a hand on your shoulder, assuring Mrs. Lundy that you're all, in fact, very happy, and he's just glad that Roan is being a good student and friend to her classmates. Mrs. Lundy's kindness and Roan's love letter to you has knocked you entirely off kilter, and you're crying before you've reached the car. They're happy tears.

“Come on,” Eddie says, taking the paper you've folded carefully from your fingers as they clench. “She's said nicer to you in person.”

And sure she has. Roan loves hitting you with the saccharine when you're not expecting it. Drying her hair after bath time, totally distracted, she'll kiss your cheek and say, “You're so pretty.” She sprinkles I love you's wherever they'll fit like her dad does, and she shows it with little gifts and cuddles and invitations. Y/N, do you want to have a fashion show with me? Y/N, can we have ice cream in bed? Can I do your hair, please, mommy?

“It's different. It's different,” you insist, scrambling to find the words. “She's…” You rub your eyes. Your makeup is smudging, but you can't help it. “I don't even know what to say.”

Eddie shrugs. Lean shoulders, a loving arm behind your back, the car in sight but getting no closer, he comforts you in the middle of the parking lot while the passing headlights kiss your shoes. “You know how much she loves you, babe. This is a good thing, right? You're not upset?”

“Not upset,” you clarify.

“Okay, good. Is this a bad time for me to say that I am profoundly jealous right now? I used to get all the drawings and cards, I used to get Mother's day gifts. I have a mother's day card up in the attic… might have to get it out,” —he kisses your cheek— “just to cope.”

You laugh through a sniffle. “Let's go get it,” you say.

He presses Roan's assignment back into your hand. “You can keep that one, but don't get it out around me. I'm serious.”

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draemgal · 8 months

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best buds | azriel

Az has a girlfriend who has a son, they have been dating for a while, but the reader has some kind of problem (illness, she was attacked,… whatever you want!!) and at one point with the IC the reader's son told her says Az dad and everything is very asdgjh

anon this is so cute tysm for requesting!

things in your life were perfect—up until you got the flu.

first it started with body aches and then quickly progressed to fever, vomiting, fatigue, the works. you tried to hide your sickness from your mate, azriel, but failed the second he looked at the bags under your eyes and the scratch of your voice.

you, like most of the world, hated being sick.

you hated laying in bed and sleeping your days away, hated only being able to be up on your feet for a few hours before you began to feel faint.

you hated it even more because you were a mom. you didn’t want your son from a previous relationship to catch whatever you had, so you distanced yourself. doing this was extremely hard because you two were joined at the hip.

your son was staying with rhys at his house, having an extended play date with his cousin, nyx. azriel was staying there with him, as well.

the two of them had gotten very close since you’ve been dating. your heart beamed with fondness as you watched the two of them play and the way your son would hold az’s finger when they crossed the street.

initially, you were worried about introducing them. a good relationship with your son was a nonnegotiable, but you knew not everyone wants a child right off the bat. azriel, however, was overjoyed when he learned of your son.

it only made him love you even more.

over at the river house, azriel sat in rhy’s office with the high lord himself and cassian. mor and feyre we’re playing with the children, a stream of endless slews of laughter filling the halls.

“how is y/n feeling?” rhys asked, turning his attention towards the shadowsinger.

azriel gave a small smile. “still pretty sick, her fever broke this morning though, thank the mother.”

you hated him doting on you, so you requested that he stay at rhysand’s with your son until you were no longer contagious. you did this not only so your son had him there, but to spare you from the constant routine check-ins. you knew me meant well though.

“she’ll be back to her normal self in no time.” cassian smiled, missing his partner in crime.

azriel peered down the hallway at the son that he was proud to now call his. so much love and pride pulsed through his veins that sometimes he thought he might explode.

“little man misses her. every night when i read him to sleep he asks how mommy’s doing.” azriel’s smile brightened. “i can’t wait until she’s better so i can see the look on his face when he sees her again.”

it had only been a few days, but for a child it seems like a million.

azriel’s thoughts were cut short when your son burst through the doorway, a huge grin on his face as he giggled.

“daddy! aunt mor keeps tickling me!”

daddy.

he had never called him that before.

azriel’s heart fluttered and he looked at the child clinging to his legs in awe. cassian and rhys exchanged a look, fist bumping each other behind azriel’s back.

his two brothers knew how long azriel had waited to get that validation.

azriel picked up his son and planted a kiss on his cheek, smiling ear to ear. “what did you say?”

your child giggled again. “i said, daddy! mor won’t stop tickling me!”

azriel spun and gave his two brothers a quick look of surprise and excitement before turning his attention back to his son.

“well, we can’t have that can we? let’s go have a word with auntie mor.” azriel mock scowled, and his son copied his expression.

before exiting the room, azriel shot a message through the bond.

“it finally happened.”

#acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #acotar fic #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel fluff #azriel imagine #azriel one shot #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x y/n

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buckrecs · 1 year

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Do you have Bucky cheating fics ??

Cheating

masterlist | req masterlist

Some of them are bucky cheating on reader and some are bucky cheating with reader .. because the former hurts too much

ONESHOT

Like Nicotine by @babyboibucky

You and Bucky broke up but he keeps on crawling back to you.

But It’s Better If You Do by @ohbuckie

Bucky finds out you're pregnant while deployed in Germany

Petty by @mirkysconcubinefiction

The Affair doesn't surprise you. Bucky pointing a gun at you didn't scare you, him threatening to shoot you didn't make you flinch. He crossed a line and you run, cutting ties with your ex, baby, everything you had built over the past decade. Desperate you call an old friend and hope they can help...

Happiness and Heartbreak by @lokiandbuckysdoll

You’re willing to break your own heart if it means Bucky will finally find happiness even if it’s not with you.

Fire and Gasoline by @wicked-mind

Break-ups are hard. Especially when the cause of the break-up is the man of your dreams cheating on you. But what’s even worse… You both still love each other.

Just one night by @buckylattes

You find out your fiancé is cheating.

Stay by @flordeamatista

How many times do you stay for him?

Consequent Circumstances by @writingcroissant

You never intended to cheat, never intended to break someone's heart in such an unfair manner - but it happened, and now you and Bucky have to deal with unexpected consequences, some quite happy news following along with some that happen to shatter your heart into a million pieces.

blurb by @mavsstar

You couldn't focus at all during work, not after the fight you had with Bucky last night.

Holy Union by @qyllenhaal

With his marriage on the rocks, Bucky finds comfort in his younger neighbor.

Excuses by @venusstorm

You and Bucky are just friends right? Right…?

Cause You’re Just A Man by @multiverse-sparkles

to the world, mrs. barnes had played her cards well and landed herself a doting, rich and handsome husband who was madly inlove with her. behind closed doors, she shoulders the weight of his constant infidelity and questions, why was she not enough?

a message that seals your fate by @barnesafterglow

what do you call a love letter that leads to heartbreak

From Past to Future by @fatecantstopme

After you and Bucky break up, you end up engaged to Steve. What happens when Bucky come back into your life two years later?

deadly nightshade by @kinanabinks

the brightest berries are oft the most poisonous. why do the ones we can't have look like they'll taste so much sweeter?

SERIES

Take It Back by @allandoflimbo

About five years ago, a one night stand with Y/N tore Bucky’s life apart. It was also the night before his wedding. Now he’s married to her sister and she needs a place to stay.

something borrowed by @buckys-darling

You’ve been in love with Bucky Barnes for as long as you can remember. Small problem, though: he’s engaged to your best friend. So why not sleep with his?

If Only You Were Mine… by @bbgem329

You’ve been in love with Bucky Barnes since the moment you laid eyes on him. That was five years ago, when your older sister brought him home for a Sunday lunch and introduced him as her boyfriend.

Wicked Games by @summerofsnowflakes

You need to give him up, but it’s just too good to stop.

clandestine by @bucksfucks

you have it all— the nice car, the huge house, and the cheating husband. now all you need is a way out.

Ask for a Rec <3

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes series #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes modern au #bucky barnes cheating #dilf!bucky

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animeyanderelover · 1 year

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Can I request Platonic zoldlyck gen hc?

God, I knew that this was coming at one point. I'm making reader in here a part of the family.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, clinginess, sabotage, threats, violence, isolation, death

Platonic Zoldyck Family Hc's

Zeno Zoldyck

🐲 He wouldn't admit it out loud but it's still somewhat obvious that you're his favorite grandchild. There is a certain soft spot the old man harbors for you and it occasionally shines through. He engages in games for children with you if you beg him enough, gives you gladly advice when you train and is always willing to listen to your problems. Zeno prides himself on his experience and the insightful help he can give you because of it. Zeno holds high hopes for you too so it happens very often that he ends up as your personal tutor to help you master the art of assassination. He wants you to succeed the family and their reputation for being the most dangerous assassins known so he teaches you techniques he isn't likely to reveal to anyone else. He's a good balance though since he never goes too brutal on you unless he knows that you can defend yourself and mixes rest and relaxation well with hours of exhausting training. If you manage to master his teachings and finish missions flawlessly, he's sure to always compliment and praise you warmly and grant you a treat.

Silva Zoldyck

🐺 Silva is incredibly possessive and from all children you're the one he spends the most time with. Kikyo, your maternal figure, rarely gets to see you and so do your other siblings since Silva consumes almost all of your time. He holds you in high esteem and has decided to train you personally in everything. He passes down his teachings that you shouldn't strike unless you're sure to win and goes a bit brutal on you. Hours and hours on end where he goes full beast mode on you even if you can't handle that level of strength yet. He only gives you a break when you're nearly about to faint from physical exhaustion and is very strict, scolds and chides you for everything you haven't kept in mind during the fight. He might end up sending you on missions that are highly dangerous if he sees it as a necessary step in your development as an assassin. Willing to spoil you a bit but only if you've fulfilled or even exceeded his expectations. Everyone in the mansion knows to not upset you or spend too much time with you though since Silva is sure to come after such people and punish them.

Kikyo Zoldyck

🔺 Kikyo has always been enraptured with you, even when you were still an infant. She's very obsessed and recalls your entire life so far as if it just happened moments ago. She's really clingy and when you aren't with her, you'll hear her shrill voice calling for you. There were times when you didn't come though and in such cases she ordered the butlers of the house angrily to find you and bring you to her, otherwise she'd kill them for their incompetence. She dotes on you and coddles on you in an excessive way, spoils you and dresses you up in all the finest clothes she can find. Money is of no concern. She likely never lets you spend much time with others since she's overprotective and is paranoid that anyone else besides her and her family will be a bad influence for you. So she's likely to kill anyone who she thinks will sully you. You're a splendid assassin in her opinion, she even insists that you should be together with Killua the heir of the family since both of you are more than suited. Spoils you after every mission you fulfilled, although she makes a terrible fuss over possible bruises or scratches, if you let someone even hurt you that is.

Illumi Zoldyck

🤎 Illumi usually appears void of all sorts of emotions but it's painfully clear for everyone that he has an unhealthy attachment to one of his siblings, you. He constantly hovers near you and stares intensely into everyone who steps too close to you or spends too much time with you. It's creepy and unnerving and even the well-trained butlers tend to get shivers. The man is also awfully possessive over his younger sibling and finds it unnecessary for them to spend time with the other Zoldyck kids, except Killua maybe. If he should be older than you he sort of expects you to obey his words since he's the oldest child and for that holds authority over you. Similar to Silva he holds high expectations for you and is sure to get rid of everything that might interrupt your determination to be an assassin. So you end up isolated as he monopolizes most of your time. It even happens that he follows you on missions assigned to you to see how you're doing with your job as an assassin. If you've done the job well you tend to get a few presents from him, his way to show you that he's proud of you.

Milluki Zoldyck

💻 Milluki is more demanding and bratty when it comes to his sibling's attention. He tends to spend a lot of time inside his room playing some games or watching some shows instead of being active but that doesn't mean that he should be underestimated. He can definitely be more mean to you, especially if you should be younger and he has a feeling of superiority for being older than you. In that case he commands you often a bit around and is slightly mad when you don't listen to him. Gets incredibly jealous if he finds out that you like one of his siblings more than him which results in him being more salty and rude to you although shortly after he tries to buy your favor by getting you games or snacks you love. Insists that you spend some sibling time with him huddled up inside his room which he locks up since he hates being disrupted when he has you for himself. He participates more when you're on missions, searches for information on the target which he gives you if you spend afterwards more time with him and it's not unlikely that he tries to install a tracker so he can check your location when you're away.

Killua Zoldyck

🪀 He spends most of his time with you during his early childhood since you're the only one who doesn't pressure him and just grant him a normal childhood. You're trained to be an assassin yourself but understand that it doesn't have to be forced upon him. Killua is clingy, often searches for you and sulks when he finds out that you have left for missions. He acts like a normal child around you, shares his food and snacks with you and even if he's embarrassed, he also loves it when you give him a big hug. When he leaves the family to participate in the Hunter exams, he comes up running to you and asks you if you want to accompany him. Sure, you're a dangerous assassin and don't even need a license but he just wants to take you away from the mountain and be alone with you. He's distraught when you decline his ask since you have to stay here but promise to wait for him. He tells Gon a lot about you as soon as he's become his friend, tells Gon his goal of leaving together with Alluka and you the family so all of you can be free.

Alluka Zoldyck

💝 Her and Nanika both adore their sibling a lot, shown by Nanika's willingness to grant only Killua and you freely wishes. You never abuse the kindness and affection Alluka and Nanika hold for you though since your sibling is precious to you. Alluka is essentially imprisoned in the mansion but you still insist on spending time with her which makes Alluka really happy. She always wants to play with you, wants hugs or to be lifted in the air only to surprise you with a kiss on your cheek or nose. She's very clingy and as a child she always was hanging on your hip like a monkey and that habit continues even as both of you grow older. Since she's never permitted outside, you always bring her souvenirs when you come back from a mission and tell her from all the things you have seen. When Killua comes to save her, she insists that she wants you to come with her and starts crying too. You gladly tag along though, relieved that your beloved sibling is finally free from this family. Alluka wants you to show her all the places you told her about during her time inside.

Kalluto Zoldyck

🏮 Kalluto is the silent type who walks behind you like a little duckling. He's the youngest and that makes him insecure a bit although he isn't above using that to his own advantage too if he knows that it'll guarantee him your attention. If you just happen to be the youngest one, he acts like your silent guardian as he's weirdly protective over you. Kalluto tries to impress you as he feels a need to prove himself, specifically if he really is the youngest. As much as he enjoys and loves seeing you doting on him a bit, he also wants you to see that he's just as much of a capable assassin as you are. He wants to watch you training since he idolizes you quite a bit and believes your fighting abilities and Nen powers to be really amazing. He's upset when he doesn't get to spend time with you for a longer while but rarely complains and instead keeps silent. He knows that it can't be helped when you have a job but he spends hours outside waiting for your return. He runs to you as soon as you return, tugs your clothes shyly as a silent way to ask for a hug.

#yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere zeno #yandere zeno zoldyck #yandere silva #yandere silva zoldyck #yandere kikyo #yandere kikyo zoldyck #yandere illumi #yandere illumi zoldyck #yandere milluki #yandere milluki zoldyck #yandere killua #yandere killua zoldyck #yandere alluka #yandere alluka zoldyck #yandere kalluto #yandere kalluto zoldyck #platonic yandere

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muertawrites · 2 years

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Love the idea of you getting special privileges and treatment from Eddie because he likes you. I noticed he tends to call people by their last name unless they’re people close to him. He always calls you by your first name, a nickname or a pet name like sweetheart or princess. He doesn’t really care for people touching him ESPECIALLY his hair. He loves when you touch him in any way, on purpose or accidental, even allows you to touch his hair. No one can sit in the DM’s throne, but you can sit whenever you’d like. He’s extra protective of his guitar. He has big smile as he guides your fingers to show you how to play on his guitar

Everyone else is like 🤨🤨

eddie munson does not play it cool about having a thing for you. he clearly favors you out of all his friends. he's like. put his jacket over a puddle so you don't have to walk thru it smitten.

when he plays taxi driver you get shotgun. no questions. has literally shoved dustin, gareth, jeff, mike, and even erica out of the way so you can get the front seat.

erica did not go quietly. she called him a "spineless tool who's too pussy to say three tiny words" and you, totally oblivious, were just like "jeez what's her problem". she also told eddie that if he ever pushed her again she would sneak into his room at night and give him a bowl cut like will.

whenever you hang out together he always pays for you. doesn't matter what he's doing or if he's "strapped for cash" as he always tells the guys, he always treats you. the guys call him out on it every time like "hey, you told us you didn't have money to pitch in for pizza but you bought her like?? three drinks???" and he's like "whaaaaat you must have been hella stoned bro i gave you money" (he always spots them in weed tho) the reason he's so "strapped for cash" all the time is so he has more money to spend on you

the man just dotes on you. you never touch a door when you're with him. if you're a bit chilly, you never have to even mention it - his jacket is around your shoulders the moment he sees you so much as cross your arms. he even lets you pick the music in his car he likes you so much.

steve was snooping around on the computer at work once and giggled to robin about how out of character eddie's recent rentals were.

"that's because he rents for her."

"oh... he really hasn't asked her out yet?"

the only thing that keeps you from believing your friends when they try to convince you how bad eddie has it for you is that he still teases and goofs around with you.

when he lets you borrow his favorite sabbath shirt after an impromptu drunk crash at his place though?

he has no choice but to admit that he's madly in love with you

#eddie munson #eddie asks #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff

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berristreasuredlibrary · 6 months

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I’ve been seeing so many fine ass men and women on my dashboard it’s craaaaazy

From Demon Slayer, to AOT, to MHA, to JJK it’s all over the place and so is my sanity.

So, if you’ll allow me, I’d like to write a few blurbs (?) about a few of the men/women I’ve seen on my dash (it's just three people but I will write more)🤭

A warning, most of this is in my opinion, so there’s that. It’s just what goes on in my teeny tiny brain.

NSFW under the cut, featuring: K. Bakugou, K, Nanami, and M. Ackerman x Fem!reader (all separate)

@chrollohearttags Maybe you’ll enjoy the last two, angel? 🤭

Katsuki Bakugou

He’s big and loud, he takes up so much space, his big, beefy body makes bodybuilders look like dwarves. He’s proud, gains attention anywhere he goes, who wouldn’t want a look at the handsome hero? He takes on the meanest, toughest villains, he models here and there, he’s on tv and billboards. His face is everywhere, everyone knows him. He bears the weight of so many responsibilities upon his big, beefy shoulders…and it takes its toll every so often. Until he met you, then that weight didn’t seem so heavy anymore. Suddenly, he doesn’t have to be Dynamite, he doesn’t have to be the big strong hero who saves people everyday. He can be Katsuki, or Suki, or baby, or honey, or darling. He’s yours, and you take care of him so wonderfully. He’s whatever cheesy nickname you decide to call him, even if he grimaces. You heal his heart, you melt his brain, turn it into mush.

Especially in bed. In the safety of your home, and the privacy it gives you, he’s just just Suki. He’s your good boy, following your every command to the t. You never would’ve guessed this big, dominant man would love to be dominated, but you’re not one to complain, especially with how pretty he looks beneath you. Beautiful red eyes watching your every moment, wrists bound together by a silk rope and tied to the headboard of your bed. His chest heaves with each ragged breath he takes, your fingers stuffed in his mouth, his pretty lips wrapped around your digits. Drool runs from the corners of his mouth, it coats your fingers so beautifully. Broken moans echo through the empty room along with the sound of skin slapping together, tears stream down his pretty face. His tongue swirls around your fingers, soaking them the same way your pussy soaks his dick. Praise falls from your lips, how much of a good boy he is, how well he’s doing, how pretty he is, how much you love him. Each word that falls from your pretty lips sends blood straight to his dick, making it throb inside your warm pussy. His cum suddenly spurts inside you, a drawn out whiny moan escapes his lips before he can stop himself, he whole body spasming as his orgasm hits him like a truck. Ropes of thick, sticky cum fill your pussy, so much that his dick does little to plug you up. It drips from your pussy, coating his pelvis and your inner thighs, yet you don’t stop bouncing. Pulling your fingers from his mouth, you speak in your sweet, sweet voice, “Oh, you did such a good job, baby. Can I have another?”

Kento Nanami

Nanami was a sweetheart, he loved to dote on you, even if you aren’t really together. You both worked with each other, doing whatever necessary, be it on missions or simply business, you always got the job done beautifully. It seemed like you both shared the same mind, always coming to a conclusion nicely. Nanami thought you were beautiful, a radiant little thing who didn’t have a single bad bone in her body. You hardly gave him any problems, even if you did he could never hold that against you. You were too precious for him, too lovely, too much of an angel. And to you, he was a wonderful man, who respected you and your ideas. He always heard you out, gave you amazing feedback, and he always strived to help you become a better version of yourself FOR yourself.

Nanami’s hands slowly glide up your thighs, softly gripping the supple skin, his mouth kissing and licking along your neck, sending your mind spiraling. His dick rubs against that sweet spot inside you and a loud moan echoes in the office room. Nanami deep voice grounds you momentarily, one of his big hands coming up to cover your mouth, “Shh sweetheart, you don’t want anyone hearing you, do you? I know angel, you feel so good. Fuck—you’re such a good girl.” His head comes down to rest on your shoulder, his pace faltering when your gummy walks squeeze his cock, his breath hitching in his throat. “You’re close, sweetheart.” A statement, never a question. “Go on angel, cum on your cock. You can make a mess, baby. Don’t worry, I’ve got you sweet girl. Go on, give it to me.” And you do, you cum all over him when his dick brushes that sweet spot again, your legs trembling around his waist, your eyes rolling back. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your pussy walls fluttering around his cock, squeezing and squeezing him, sucking him in repeatedly. “Good girl. My good girl. You got it, pretty.” His hand that was once covering your mouth, moves down, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in slow circles. Soft whimpers of his name fall oh so prettily from your lips, gracing his ears. “K-Kento, ‘s too much!” High pitched moans and squeals fill the office but he makes no move to quiet you down, why would he silence a pretty little thing like you?

Mikasa Ackerman

Mikasa was a quiet girl, she was always kind towards you. Always giving you any notes you missed, saving you seat next to her in class all the time, offering to tutor you whenever you didn't understand a lesson. A sweet girl with round glasses framing her pretty face, always dressing so modestly, she never got in trouble, all the teachers loved the straight A student who never caused problems. Who, rumor had it, was the prettiest virgin any guy had laid their eyes upon. So imagine your surprise when you see the so called virgin at a party one of the frat boys throw, dressed in tight leather pants and a baggy black sweater that barely hits the waistband of said pants. She's got a drink in her hand, her back against the wall, and her eyes are roaming about the cramped room. You spot Eren and Armin nearby and assume they had brought her along since the three were inseparable. Seeing a bottle being set down in the middle of a group, you smile to yourself, raising your head and catching her eye. Since she came to the party you wonder if she'd mind playing a little game with you.

Soft bodies press against each other, softer moans filling the small, dimly lit closet. Mikasa’s round glasses fog up as puffs of air leave both your mouths, lips barely leaving the other’s as your kisses get sloppier. Saliva coats Mikasa’s lips, sticky gloss smudged along her chin as she struggles to keep up with the pace you’ve set. Hums of delight leave your lips, your fingers tangled in her hair, your tits pressed against hers. She’s overwhelmed by you, yet she finds the courage to push against you, tilting her head to the side to grant her better access to your mouth, her tongue slipping past your lips and entering your mouth before you realize it. Her hands come up to grab your tits, squeezing the soft mounds gently, swallowing your sweet moans as she pushes her tongue deeper into your mouth. Your hands slide down from her hair, running down her back to her waist, pulling her impossibly closer to you in the small closet. Mikasa pulls back from the kiss slightly, catching her breath as your hand slide lower to grab at her ass through her pants, your nails digging softly into the supple skin there. As each second passes, Mikasa grows bolder, her hands cupping your tits and squeezing harder before her right hand drops down to your thighs and nudges them apart. Her fingers glide up along your thighs before stopping at your panties, her wide eyes looking into yours for a moment before she presses her thumb to your clit, feeling the damp patch that seems to grow with each swipe she makes. She continues to watch you, taking note of each sigh, moan, and twitch as she continues rubbing your clit through the thin material of your panties. Her lips trail kisses along your jaw then down to your neck, leaving reddish marks scattered about before she flattens her tongue along the column of your throat and slowly licks up, her thumb still swiping along your clit. Her left hand dips into the low neckline of your little dress to play with your tit better, her fingers softly pinching and pulling at your perky nipple. Your mind grows hazy as her lips descend from your neck towards your collarbone, licking and sucking marks there too. The coil in your tummy begins to grow tighter and tighter as Mikasa’s thumb rubs at your sensitive pearl faster, her teeth leaving their mark along the tops of your tits where they threaten to spill out from your low neckline. Mikasa’s fingers dip into your panties, her fingers collecting your slick before she shoves her coated digits into your mouth, much to your surprise. “You look so pretty with your mouth stuffed, princess.” She purrs, her voice dripping with confidence, almost as much as your pussy drips with slick. “Why don’t I take you home and I can properly stuff you, pretty girl? Can I?” And as she shoves her fingers further into ryour mouth, her eyes staring into yours, dark and hazy like your own, an alarm goes off. Seven minutes.

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princessbrunette · 4 months

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i’ve finally built up the courage to voice my thoughts, so i’m on a bit of a roll today, let me know if i’m annoying you!

we talk about all the ways jj babies you, but can we talk about all the ways you baby him? like jj x obsessive caring bimbo reader where she’s always having to reach up and clean his mouth whenever he’s eating because he’s too engrossed in whatever conversation he’s having, or whatever food he’s eating that he doesn’t even notice the food on his mouth. The little things like fixing his collar and making sure to bring a spare jacket for him bc even though he swears he won’t need it you know he will. Absentmindedly brushing his hair out of his eyes whenever he’s talking to someone, and placing your hand on his knee when he’s bouncing it anxiously. Dragging him away to apply sunscreen all over his body cs there’s no way you’re letting your man get skin cancer, no way! randomly showing up with shirts and sweaters that you hold up to him and gush “oh, jayj! this would look so handsome on you.” clapping your hands excitedly and giggling when he tries it on, ignoring john b and pope snickering in the background. Whenever you see him in the evenings the first thing that comes out of your mouth is “jj what did you eat today?” and when he uncertainly mumbles nothing, you burst into tears and he has to comfort and reassure you that he’s not going to die of starvation. Putting him through your skincare routine against his will, and sometimes you wash his hair for him (but he really likes that part) it’s gotten to the point that the gang starts saying shit like “eat your veggies jj!” “drink your juice jj.” “no bad words jj.” and he can’t even be mad, cs it really does sound like you. And they’re always always saying “don’t make me call her on you, jayj.” and he just rolls his eyes cs little do they all know, he’s the dominant one where it really counts. You can always tell whenever he is out with the gang getting into some shit he shouldn’t have been and causing trouble, “jj what have you done?” you ask and he tells you nothing but you know your man better than that, so you tell him to pass the phone to kiara because you know she wouldn’t lie to you, and when she snitches on him he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck “i better get going before she comes all the way out here.” like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Telling him to be careful and fussing over him even when he’s doing something completely harmless like changing the tire “jj don’t burn yourself!” you shriek covering your eyes when he does something that doesn’t look too safe to you ( i don’t know anything about cars and neither does she) “baby, it’s not even hot.” he shakes his head fondly, never getting annoyed with your behavior even when other guys would, it’s nice to know someone cares for him so much. it’s something he’s never had.

ur not annoying at all!!!

obsessive bimbo gf has my heart !! honestly because jj is such a… guy he’s always messy n getting himself into problems n danger etc i feel like he would benefit from a feminine voice being around to make sure he’s good !! esp bursting into tears upon hearing he hasn’t eaten today bc omg ?? let me cook for u rn ????

and sometimes jj just wants u to relax and let him look after you, but you’re so set on your doting housewife-like tendencies u just can’t help yourself from fussing over him all the time :((. maybe if he wasn’t so pretty and reckless you’d be able to relax but !!!!

#anon #jj maybank prompt

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slaymitchabernathy · 24 days

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champagne problems

“Who is Lucy Gray?”

Soarynn’s question pulls Coriolanus from the newspaper he’s currently reading at the dining room table and he fails to hide the look of surprise from washing over his face.

Soarynn stands across from him on the other side of the mahogany furniture, hands on her hips as she expectantly looks at him. Coriolanus swallows, there’s no way she knows about Lucy Gray, not after that demented District girl was practically erased from Capitol history. Unless Soarynn somehow found the one tape Dr. Gaul kept for her own sick and twisted pleasure…no, she couldn’t have.

Coriolanus offers her a small smile, to calm her, to calm him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about darling,” he says, reaching for his cup of coffee.

His normally polite and doting girlfriend scoffs and roll her eyes, not buying into his lie for a second, “Do you think I’m an idiot Coriolanus? Did you think you could keep something like this from me?”

If Soarynn knows about Lucy Gray then that means she could know about Sejanus too. Coriolanus can see his perfect world crumbling around him. All his hard work gone, down the drain.

He’d come back to the Capitol after his little Peacekeeper stint a new man with a new persona. He was no longer some wide-eyed school boy who hoped to find some goodness in his heart. No, he was past that. He threw himself into his studies and it paid off well. He was offered an internship as a Game Maker and made quite the name for himself despite his young age.

During his second year at the University was when he met Soarynn. She was everything he was looking for. Kind, smart, polite, stunning and above all, born and raised in the Capitol. They made quite the attractive couple and with her by his side, everything was lining up for him.

Until now.

Coriolanus calms himself, he needs to find out what she knows without telling her what he knows. “Soarynn, I don’t know who told you about this…Lucy Gray girl but I can assure you that sh—“

“Oh don’t try to play it off,” Soarynn snaps, not allowing him to finish his sentence, “Festus mentioned your time as a Peacekeeper and when I said how unfair it was that out of all the Districts to be sent to, you got sent to Twelve, he started going on and on about how you were some…some mentor to some girl from Twelve.”

Festus Creed was about to be the fourth body Coriolanus buried once he was done dealing with Soarynn and her little temper tantrum. Leave it to him to be loose lipped at the worst time.

Coriolanus rubbed his temples, she didn’t know everything, which was good. She only knew as much as Festus knew and that wasn’t a lot. Only what he saw in person, on television, at the zoo and in the arena.

No big deal.

“My mentorship is something that I don’t wish to talk about Soarynn. There’s a reason no one talks about it so why don’t you drop it before you say something you’ll regret,” he suggests, giving her a stern look. Normally, she’d back down but this is a fight that’s got her fired up from the looks of it.

“So she was your Tribute?”

He nods, “She was my Tribute.”

“And she won? She won the Games?”

“She did. And I won the Plinth Prize.”

Soarynn shakes her head, “But then you got sent to Twelve.” She says this as if he’s been caught red handed. He feigns a look of innocence, “There is no such crime for being sent to serve the great country of Panem darling. I simply went where I was assigned before I was called back home.”

Soarynn tilts her head and for a moment, he knows he’s won. “So you didn’t go look for Lucy Gray once you got there?” Well, he didn’t have much else to do once he got there but he nods his head, “She disappeared soon after I arrived, some say the Mayor and his daughter had something to do with it. Others say she ran away up North.”

There, he didn’t even fully lie. Maybe he is newly improved.

Soarynn strides over to where he’s sitting and he prepares himself for the apology, the begging, the tears. Soarynn’s always been rather submissive and she’s always the first to apologize.

She’s got something clutched in her small fist and she slams it on the table, keeping her hand over it and keeping it from his view.

“I don’t believe you,” she whispers, pulling her hand away and revealing what she’s left on the table.

Her earring.

Lucy Gray’s earring.

He’s fucked. He knows that much. Damn him for being so sentimental. If he knew where this earring would land him then he would’ve left it in those godforsaken woods.

Coriolanus swallows and stares at the piece of jewelry before him. It looks so cheap compared to the jewelry he’s bought Soarynn. All her jewelry is made of gold and precious jewels. This earring looks like a child made it. But he kept it. And that must mean something. It clearly means something to Soarynn who’s fuming at the moment.

“This was before I met you.”

He can’t even stop those words from leaving his mouth but he wishes they never did when he sees how much they’ve hurt Soarynn. She gives him a glare, “That doesn’t matter and you know it. We both agreed to be honest with each other. You knew about my past relationships but when I asked about yours I was shut down. I should’ve known it from the start, should’ve…should’ve known that you’d be hung up on some District whore.”

Coriolanus is on his feet in seconds, his chair scraping across the hard wood floor and his large hand wrapping around Soarynn’s neck. He stares down at her, his breathing heavy and fueled with a sudden anger.

“This is exactly why I didn’t tell you about anything because I just knew you’d react like some spoiled child. Yes, I was Lucy Gray’s mentor. Yes, I fell for her smiles and her silly little songs. And yes, she probably was some whore who lived by her charms but it doesn’t really matter at the end of the day now does it?”

His face is inches away from Soarynn’s and they’re both mad, both hurting for different reasons.

Soarynn has tears in her eyes and he doesn’t know if it’s from how he’s treating her or how long he’s kept this all a secret from her.

“You’re not the man I fell in love with Coriolanus.”

Those words break him in more way than one.

His grip on her neck disappears and he takes a step back, letting out a cold, bitter laugh, “I think Lucy Gray probably thought the same thing before she left.”

He’s done it now. A single tear falls down her face before she turns on her heel and storms out of the room. Coriolanus is quick to follow her, call after her. Her heels click against the hardwood floor and her light colored dress flows behind her as she makes her way to the front doors.

“Soarynn.”

“Don’t. I know what I needed to know now.”

Coriolanus scoffs, “And what is that pray tell?”

Soarynn turns around and there’s nothing but anger in her eyes as she looks up at him, “That you, Coriolanus Snow are an arrogant man who thinks himself to be above others. Who is desperate for love in any shape or form but in the end never gets it. And one day, you’re going to let your obsession for power get the best of you and today might be a small taste of that. How your obsession with some girl from District Twelve will cost you everything you’ve ever worked for.”

Soarynn slaps him across the face and he lets her. Frozen by her words. He watches her leave, listens to the doors slam behind her. Two girls gone.

One for the money. Two for the show.

He never was ready so he watched them go.

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bedrockbones · 1 year

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Trucker au? 🚛

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it ///not accepting

for those that dont know this au is a collab with the amazing @technobladesbasement so if yall are not already following her/reading her works go check her out!!

1. technoblade gets tommy a phone about half a year into their travels. the first is a disposable flip phone techno grabs from a truck stop just so tommy can have something. he buys it for tommy because they had gotten seperate in some outlet mall and tommy had gone back to the truck to wait for techno and techno....to put it lightly, did not take tommys absence well

2. tommy doesnt like letting techno go into the gas stations alone. just because hes noticed the hybrid has a tendency to buy ridiculous amounts of bedding and blankets while driven by his instincts. techno doesnt like letting tommy go with him because his runt is exposed but tommy will usually soothe this by commenting about how safe he feels with techno. its a balance

3. another thing is the gas station food. techno absolutely refuses to let tommy eat anything there except snacks or candy. this is because of the one time tommy had been hungry and they decided a quick hot dog would be easier than finding a restaurant with a lot that could fit the truck. they both regretted that when tommy gets food sickness later that night and is stuck on the side of the freeway upchucking his guts. technoblade still hasnt fully forgiven himself for that despite tommy telling him over and over its fine and that hot dog tasted good so who cares? (techno. techno cares)

4. tommy has a thing. about being cared for. its easier now because techno doesnt really give him a choice about being taken care of but theres still days where dreams snarled insults ring heavy in tommys ears and the feel of the man’s fists are fresh in his mind. its those nights that tommy feels the strain of his situation. because he cant stand technos affection or doting and techno doesnt know how to help otherwise. it would be easier if techno just, ignored tommys boundaries and hugged him anyway or pretended he didnt know tommy is upset, but techno doesnt do that. he asks what tommy needs and respects his space. he’ll sleep on the driver’s chair if tommy wanted him to. but even that is a form of love tommy doesn’t know how to process. it leaves him floundering. it leaves him aching.

but techno is there to comfort him. he always is. its a reassuring security just as much as its a heavy chain tying him down. techno will always be there for tommy. even if tommy doesnt want him to be

5. phil “babysits” for techno sometimes when theyre in town. phil has a love-hate relationship with the whole scenario because he wants tommy to like him. really he does! and he thinks its funny how jealous techno gets when phil provides for tommy and its even more funny when techno tries to hide that hes jealous. but the problem comes when techno goes out to run errands. he messages phil. every. damn. minute. asking about tommy. asking for pictures of tommy. sending pictures to phil to send to tommy about some random garbage trinket he thinks tommy would like. phil would try to be more understanding about it if tommy wasnt also fed up with the piglin hybrids antics. everytime phil tries to show tommy a photo, tommy asks with a resigned look in his eyes if its another blanket

thats not even taking into account how many times techno calls them. really, phil is getting this close to turning his phone off. he hasnt yet because he knows that will just make the hybrid panic but come on, he wants some time with tommy! technos ruining his chance!

#dark technoblade #dark sbi #ask game #yall like this au huh?#this is all set after tommy settles in technically #as i dont want to spoil the stuff weve got up and coming #bones rattles #ask

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nakachuchu · 1 year

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CHAPTER FOUR: THE KING

Salvation Series

SYNOPSIS: In a time when you had no one, you befriended a boy.

WORDS: 1k

WRITTEN: 03/27/2023

NOTE: Comment to be added to the taglist.

Your brother, who was only five, was loved by your parents. He was doted on and given everything you never had. You envied him, yet you hated him at the same time. He was your brother, and you felt guilty for thinking such thoughts.

You thought him to be adorable whenever you saw him waddling as a mere child down the halls of your family household. His little face would light up when your mother would call him her precious little lamb.

You never received such a beautiful nickname. You were only called worthless, an abomination. You were never referred to as a darling or a precious little anything.

You were a burden to them, and they wanted you gone. It was why they built you your own wing with your own room. They kept you sequestered from the rest of the family. You did not even have any maids. Your parents did not trust anyone with you.

You were the only one who could take care of you, and you knew it. That is why you took the responsibility of raising yourself.

At the age of nine, you met a dirty boy in the forest where you often found solace away from your village.

You did not know what it was about him, but you felt an immediate connection. He was not like the others. He was different.

He was not much older than you, but he acted like he was a grown man — sometimes.

"You're ugly," he bluntly said while picking his ear.

Those two words alone didn't strike sadness in you. It created anger, making you grab a fistful of mud to throw at the dirty boy.

You did not regret it one bit. You were proud of yourself for standing up for yourself. You were not going to let anyone make you feel bad about yourself. He deserved it. He was dirty, smelly, and stank. You could tell he was a troublemaker from the moment you met him and you were right.

Little did you know, he was the cause of many of the problems in his village. His mischief was well-known.

It started a mud war, where the two of you got incredibly sticky and dirty with brown mud. The boy was victorious in that battle. He won because he was much dirtier than you.

"This is my forest. This is my home. You are not welcome here," he spat out in heavy breaths.

You had to bite down on your tongue to not talk. If your parents knew you used your curse on someone, they would lock you away and whip you.

"What, you're not gonna say anything? That's what I thought, you're just a stupid girl — "

"You're dirtier than me!" you shouted.

You immediately gasped and covered your mouth with both hands as a wave of mud splashed against the boy, covering his head to toe in mud.

You couldn't even see a single spot of his skin. The mud clung to his body, sticking to his clothes, and even his hair. He looked like a living statue.

He was so filthy, you could hardly tell if he had any hair at all. You immediately felt nauseous, and was worried and terrified he would run into your village and call you a witch.

The boy sat back on his butt, laughing. "You're a witch!"

You flinched.

"This is great! I've never met a witch before! What else can you do?" he asked as he swiped mud away from his eyes. You felt your cheeks become hot. You could feel your ears becoming red. No one had ever talked to you, let alone call you a witch positively.

You shook your eye and made a gesture of locking your mouth and throwing away the lock.

He frowned. "Why not?"

You shook your head.

"It's your words, isn't it? That's handy. Can you turn me into a frog or summon lightning?" His eyes gleamed evilly as he questioned you.

You swallowed hard. You did not want to engage in a battle of wits with this boy.

You could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to figure out how to best use his words against you.

He hummed before lunging forward to grab your hand and pull you down, smearing mud all over you.

"Hey!" you shouted.

He grinned. "I knew you'd talk again. Wanna be my servant?"

You blinked in awe.

"I'm going to the king of this world," he said proudly. "I'm going to make sure I never have to suffer in this godforsaken world ever again."

"No."

"What? Then, I'm gonna kill you first," he said.

"You cannot!" you shouted, sending a vibration of cursed energy to him.

His body hardened for a second before he narrowed his eyes at you. "You just used it on me."

"I did not mean to," you said quietly.

He stared at you for a moment before letting out a 'hmph.' "I've decided not to kill you anyways. You should be thankful."

You blinked. What? How could you be thankful for something like that? You had just met this dirty boy and he had already laughed with you and threatened to kill you, then spare you.

He was an extremely odd person and you couldn't make heads or tails of it. And yet, he was the first person to be nice to you.

It was a strange thing.

"Thank you," you said with a small smile.

It felt strange to be thanked by someone who wanted to kill you. But, you were used to it by now. People were strange in this world.

"Hmph. What's your name, ugly?"

You glared at him.

He was close enough you could smell his foul breath. He was trying to intimidate you, but it was not going to work.

"Y/N."

He stared at you, racking his brain to see if the name fit you or not. Finally, he gave up and muttered the first thing that came to mind.

"I'm Sukuna."

NEXT CHAPTER: THE BIRTH OF INUMAKI TOGE

TAGLIST: @phoenix666stuff

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #Ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna x reader

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