#BASK IN THE EMOTIONAL MESS THAT IS ME

[shaguro]

{ "SKIN TIGHT.ᐟ" }

{ft. satoru g.} when you realize that you’re falling in love with your friends with benefits, you distance yourself. ghost him after each session. but this time, gojo won’t let you go so easily.

{warnings.} fwb!gojo x reader. fwb to lovers trope! fem!reader, orgasm denial, missionary, breeding kink (like if you sqint) unprotected sex. pet names used, (baby, girl) gojo is a lil delulu. extremely intimate. angsty throughout but ends happy. wc. 2k.

{shanti’s note!} heavily inspired by skin tight by ravyn lenae. listen to the playlist for this story here.

“are you.. are you just usin’ me, (y/n)? just think you can fuck me whenever you feel like? that’s just cruel, baby.”

you knew this was coming.

satoru was pretty much good at everything, sex included. it’s why you initiated this arrangement in the first place, being his friend and fucking him whenever you wanted to. the terms were simple: casual sex with no unwanted, lingering emotions. love is complicated, exhausting — after a handful of failed relationships, you wanted no parts of it and threw in the towel, officially out the game.

he’s not wrong, you do use him. fuck him and disappear by the next morning, unseen and unreachable until you decide to show up at his doorstep again, sometimes days — usually weeks later.

you know he’ll let you in, no matter how much time has passed. just cruel.

“you’re evil. you and this fuckin’—“ he sucks in a sharp breath, tilts his head back. gooey walls mold his dick, all ribbed and dangerously warm. is this why he lets you play him like this? “. . . tight ass pussy you’ve got.”

if it wasn’t for satoru holding your legs up and open, veined hands creased in the bend of your knees, you’re sure they would’ve gave out. he’d been relentless with his teasing this session and you were puffing, the shallow breaths left a slight tremble throughout your body. sweat beads rolled down your temple, cascade down the junction of your neck.

satoru denies you an orgasm for the umptheeth time and you start to think he’s the cruel one. you deserve it, though. this torture, his crafty method of punishment.

he’s had you like this for some time, the deep rut of his hips halted, everything is still. just satoru and his cerulean-speckled iries glowering down on you, goosebumps decorated your skin. you knew he was waiting for some sort of explanation to rationalize the mess you’d created but you weren’t sure where to start.

with your cheek smushed on your shoulder, you decide to fix your eyes on something, anything across the room to avoid his stare that was burning into the side of your head. “‘toru, i’m sorry.”

satoru scoffs, his trimmed fingernails indent your soft skin. “damn, now you’re lyin’ to me too? must really wanna hurt my feelings.”

“i’m not, i swear—“

“you disappear for three months and all you have to say is sorry?” he spat, his words had an uncharacteristic sharpness to them, hard and demeaning. it wasn’t hard to detect the underlying rage that rumbled within his entire being. “no explanation? just sorry? nah.. you gotta.. you gotta give me more than that, (y/n).”

taken aback, you bite down on your bottom lip, at a complete loss for words. there isn’t much you can say to pacify him, you doubt he’d care to hear it. what worked before certainly won’t work now.

the quiet is deafening and suspenseful.

and your silence angers him further, on levels you can’t fathom. you won’t weasel your way out of this, he concludes. you’ll give him an answer, even if it’s at the expense of his already bruised ego.

“hey.. look at me.” he sneers, and you feel the warmth of his skin on your chin, his thumb and pointer fingers curl as they angle your head forward and back onto his face. “just.. talk to me, please.”

satoru gojo, begging? oh yeah, you’ve really done a number on him.

you take your time as you admire him, basking in the sheer beauty of the man in front of you. obnoxious and arrogant as he was, satoru gojo is undeniably attractive, simply gorgeous — pink, kiss-bitten lips slightly parted and his cheeks a pretty shade of red from the exertion, you gather. his abs are chiseled and tense and if you peek lower, you’re met with neatly trimmed, white tufts of hair at the base of his dick.

“you…” you stop to clear your throat but it didn’t need clearing, only to counteract how embarrassingly weak your voice sounded. “..y-you wouldn’t understand, satoru— oh!”

he exhales deep through his nose and suddenly leans down, releasing his hold on your knees to brace his elbows on the satin-sheets. while he does this, his hips roll — slow as he feeds you all his thick inches until he bottoms out, his pelvis taut against your neglected clit.

you mewl out and your hands encircle his neck, scratching at the low hairs on his nape. he’s so close, your noses basically touch. his breath fans your face, cooling your rather hot cheeks. “then help me understand, baby. make it easy f’me, whatever it is.. i can handle it.”

you’re not worried about him not being able to handle it, in fact you’re not worrying about anything at all. how can you when he’s got you stuffed, stretched and full like this?

concentration is impossible as satoru sets a steady, languid pace — not too slow nor too fast, just enough to have your manicured, white toes curling. your mouth in the shape of a pretty ‘o’, your breathy whimpers resounding off the walls of satoru’s bedroom, the beautiful symphony ringing in his ears.

an addicting melody, you were like his own personal drug. insatiable and persistent, gojo was unsure if he’d ever get his fill of you, truly he didn’t care. as long as he had you here with him, where you belonged.

“c’mere,” he pants and leans in, connecting your lips in a swift motion. you melt into the kiss, jaw slack while your tongues meld and mix. it’s fervent like always but this sensation is new — raw, almost vulnerable. pouring his heart out to you in all his movements and you can feel all of it.

“‘toru, oh my g-god.” you grip his forearms, keening as his length drags along a spot that has stars twinkling behind your lids. “i was j-just— fuck!”

“just what baby?” he mocks, it wouldn’t be gojo if he didn’t find a way to tease you, even in the most intimate of moments. he litters kisses along your jawbone before latching onto the delicate skin on the column of your throat, grazing his teeth on the surface to ensure it’ll leave colorful marks, letting out a pretty whine of his own. “shit, squeezing me s’tight- gotta use your w-words f’me.”

well, that’s easier said than done. your body is trembling in a way that can only be caused by satoru, every time your mouth opens to form words only meek, whiney moans follow. your tips scratch the plane of his delts, surely leaving cat-like scratches in their wake. and your legs hang loosely off his slim waist as you cling to him for dear life.

“i was just s-scared, satoru.” your voice was low, it was nearly drowned out by the wet squelching of your pussy. the constant schlap schlap schalp of satoru’s pelvis meeting the fatty flesh of your thighs.

satoru’s eyebrows furrow and his eyes meet yours, his head slightly tilted in confusion. “scared of what? of me?

“no!” you shake your head profusely and reach a shaky hand up to cup his face. he leans into the touch, the heat of his cheek warming your palm. if there was one person you’d feel eternally safe and protected with, it’s him. “no.. never. it’s the w-way you make me, hmm, f-feel that i was scared of.”

“oh? and how do i make you feel?” he purrs prior to kissing you again, nibbling on your bottom lip. truth be told, he wasn’t sure what you were about to say. he prayed to the god above you couldn’t feel the rapid beating of his heart, notice the uneven rise and fall of his chest. so he plays it off, even with that slight tremor in his voice. “you love me or somethin’?”

it might be more than love. a deep attachment, a classic case of yearning and longing. gojo satoru was made for you. no amount of denying or running from the obvious would change that fact. you love him so badly it hurts, it consumes you — clouds your thoughts and steals the air from your lungs. no more fighting, you had no energy left to.

you’re surrendering yourself to satoru gojo and it was time to let him know.

“yeah,” you confirm with a giggle, all airy and breathless. your thumb strokes his cheek gingerly, tilting your chin up so your foreheads touch. “i love you, satoru.”

satoru doesn’t respond, in fact he was deadly silent. mouth agape, his eyes darting wildly as he examines your face, searching for signs of roguery but he found none. you were telling the truth, the love swelling in your eyes made it oh so apparent.

“again.”

you let out a surprised yelp when satoru presses his body down, the pressure of his weight dips into your chest, leaving you winded. his face is buried in the crook of your neck where the neediest whines roll off his tongue. with this new angle, he’s balls-deep and the rhythm his hips carry has your eyes rolling, holding his broad shoulders to ground yourself.

skin-tight, it’s like your bodies, your sounds are one.

“s-say you love me again.” he rasps, and it’s more pleading than demanding. like he needs reassurance.

“i love you s-so muchh— ohgod, don’t stop, don’t stop!” your words trail into high-pitched mewls and satoru sighs, a blissful sound of relief. your pussy clamps down on his dick greedily, sucking him in impossibly deeper as he massages your aching walls, un-calculated and sloppy.

this was the effect you had on him, you always left him a fucking mess. satoru would let you ruin him, every time, for as long as he lived. “don’t know how long i’ve b-been, hah, waitin’ to fuckin’ hear t-that.”

you’d tease him for the stutter in his words if you could think clearly but your mind is blank. you’re delightfully delirious as satoru pounds into you, giving you quite literally everything he’s got. simply insatiable, you still want more. settling a weak hand on his hip, you use the last of your strength to propel him forward, your juices aimlessly squelching between your bodies, dripping down your perineum.

“f-fuck girl, you-you’re drivin’ me crazy. n-not gonna last, baby. f-feel like y-you’re tryn’ to milk me.” satoru babbles, and you swear you can feel a warm trickle of drool on your collarbone. how cute, he’s just as brainless as you are.

his pace is frantic now and that familiar tingling is building your gut. your limps are limp against him, your whole body rocks in tandem with his as he works his hardest to bring the two of you to completion.

“satoru, m’gonna cum, s’closeee.” you whine, lashes fluttering as salty tears clustered on your lash line.

he only hums in response, snaking one of his hands between your bodies to find your clit, all your sticky slick had your mound drenched. he smirks whilst rubbing figure eights on the sensitive nub, your quivering folds dragging a deep groan from his chest.

“want m-me to fill you up, hmm? p-pump this pretty pussy with all my cum.. want it all, y-yeah?” he’s rambling is incessant and you nod dumbly. it’s in one ear and out the other, the pure euphoria coursing through your bones driving you insane and all you needed was release.

it was the pinch to your clit that did it, the final blow that had your back arching almost painfully as your climate rushes through your body in intervals, your hardened nipples brush against satoru’s pecs as you twitch uncontrollably, a chain of broken cries mixed with his name fall from your lips like water.

like clockwork, satoru’s orgasm follows directly after, he muffles his moans in your shoulder, damn near biting the skin as he pumps you full, as promised. it’s alarmingly warm, scorching as it invades and overflows within your womb, too much for it to handle, some of it spilling back out. satoru doesn’t pull out, plugging as much of his semen as he can to your insides.

the silence after is comfortable. the two of you in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and panting from the intensity of your shared orgasms. you’d make your way to the bathroom, eventually. for now, you bask in the blissful ambiance.

“(y/n)?” satoru’s voice breaks the silence, a whisper as his head lulls on the fat of your breast.

“hmm?”

“i love you too.”

@screampied @satorena @hoshigray made yall wait long enough LMAO.

#gojo x reader #gojo smut #jjk smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #shanti's stories⋆˙⟡♡

[azrielwingspan]

STOLEN KISSES (AZRIEL X READER)

Ran here to type this out as fast as I could. Needed to put it into words before the idea slipped from my mind.

Summary: You and Azriel are seeing each other but have decided to keep it a secret. Somehow, it makes it all the more exciting.

Warnings: Mentions of smut. MDNI!

Rainy day cuddles with Az as he runs his fingers down your arm leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Everyone is occupied elsewhere finally giving the both of you time to relax together and bask in each others presence.

Stolen kisses in dark corridors as the both of you try to make the most out of the limited time you have. The risk of getting caught gives you a heady rush. Something was seriously wrong with you but you didn't care as long as you had him.

Holding in your moans and whimpers as he takes you over and over again in his room leaving you a writhing mess beneath him. He lets out his groans into your mouth, whispering dirty praises in you ear as you come undone around him. (THIS MADE ME FEEL SOME TYPE OF WAY PLEASEEEEE.)

The soft brush of his wings against you, a stroke of fingertips against exposed skin, glances that last longer than necessary and stares so intense, it feels like he's undressing you with his eyes.

The way your eyes flick to his when you enter a room only to find him already looking your way. The soft smile reserved only for you thrown your way that makes your heart flutter and toes curl.

The marks left on your body only in places he can see and touch. The memory of him leaving soft kisses over each and every single one of them.

The way he makes a tendril of shadow run over your skin underneath your dress, teasing and taunting you in front of everyone.

The way he is attuned to your emotions and always gets you your favorite dessert after you had a tough day. You didn't even have to say anything. He just knew.

A/N: That's it. I'm just gonna go daydream about him. You should too ❤️

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[moon7jay]

Enhypen with a s/o who suffers from an ED (hyung line)

Warnings : ed behaviours, body dysmorphia, low self esteem, self depreciation, suggestive in jay's, fluff, comfort, triggering content ahead, please proceed with caution<3

Requested by .・゜゜・ @onlyni-kis (I tried my best to make it realistic, I hope it helps you somehow)

Heeseung

He'd be so attentive and accomodating to your needs. As someone with an Ed, you're often not taken seriously. Your mental problems are not considered valid. And so you usually avoid social settings where people can pass up unnecessary comments on your body or eating choices and heeseung never pressures you to get out if you don't want to. Because you lack confidence and even slight comments trigger you, heeseung makes sure that no one can do so while he's around. If he's around, you can freely go anywhere and do anything. He would have a reputation of a 0 tolerance boyfriend who did not like people perceiving you in anyway. So whenever he is around, people usually know to keep their words in check. He's your safe blanket. The only person you can be yourself with.

You were hanging out with heeseung's cousins in a family get together, sitting on heeseung's lap and indulging in oily food for once, trying to let go of the food guilt.

"y/n that's a lot of food for one sitting" one of them commented and even though the comment was harmless with no real intent to hurt you, it did hurt. Your appetite dying instantly as you gave them a sheepish smile ,standing up from heeseung's lap and excusing yourself from the setting, not wanting your useless tears to fall and ruin everyone's mood. Heeseung let you walk away to collect your emotions but the instant icy glare he shot towards his cousin was something his family would never forget.

"I thought I made it clear that when y/n comes over you better watch your fucking mouths" he gritted through clenched teeth, the nerve on his forehead throbbing with how much effort it was taking him to stop himself from punching his cousin's stupid face. He found you standing in the kitchen, the food that was previously on your plate was now in the trash can and you just stood there staring at it, your small sniffles reaching his ears. You jumped upon feeling two strong arms wrap around your waist but melted into heeseung's touch in an instant.

"Baby, it's okay, have you seen the amount of food that i eat? On the daily basis?" His words made you snort, how ladylike. It was true, heeseung always made sure to load his plate full, piling stuff to the top just so he could make you laugh and forget about your own portion size. It always worked.

"Let's get out of here and I'll take you to this new ice cream parlor I've been meaning to try, would you like that baby? Just me and you?" He peppered small kisses along the length of your neck tenderly, making you close your eyes and just bask in his love. "Yeah I'd love that" you whispered. He was enough for you. You could deal with anything as long as you were in his arms.

Jay

Watching yourself in the mirror was always daunting for you, having no idea of what you really looked like, just constant voices in your head chanting "ugly" were all you could focus on. The dress that you were trying on was tight, it was suffocating. Not thin enough, not pretty enough, starve, starve-

A choked sob escaped your lips and you covered your mouth instantly, realizing that you were in a public space and your boyfriend was right outside. Jay's thought made you cry more, all of your self doubts creeping in and you turned away from the mirror, unable to look at your distorted reflection any longer. You often questioned why he was with you, you were nothing but a mess of a person, not pretty, not normal... just a gaping wound was what you were. Always bleeding. A sudden knock at the changing room's door jolted you out of your thoughts and you quickly wiped your tears, breathing in through your nose to make your voice less wobbly "yes?" you asked, hoping it was just a staff.

"baby let me in please" came jay's sweet voice and you closed your eyes, a defeated sigh leaving your lips. He knew you were having a breakdown, of course he knew, he always knew. You trudged towards the door and yanked it open, presenting your tear stained face to your worried boyfriend. Jay took you in his arms in an instant, cooing and shushing you when you started sobbing in earnest. "talk to me love, I'm right here" he whispered, running his palms all over your body, caressing you with so much tenderness it made you tighten your hold around his neck.

"I just-i don't like this dress" you choked out in the crook of his neck and he hummed in understanding "but I think it looks stunning on you baby" He whispered. His words made you pull back, still sniffing but staring into his eyes to detect a lie being told to placate you.

"You do?" you asked softly, not trusting your voice just yet. He nodded and turned you around, a gasp leaving your lips while your back rested against his chest. Your eyes met his in the mirror and you shied away from the intensity of his gaze. You watched as he ran his hands all over your body, your breath hitching when he cupped your chest, travelling down to your waist, then to your hips "so perfect" he whispered in your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. "look at the way it hugs your curves sweetheart, and the vibrant blue which brings out the color of your eyes", your eyes widened upon realizing that he was right, the dress did do wonders in highlighting your eyes. " look at the way it hugs your hips baby, driving me crazy" and it did, it hugged your hips so snugly, the fit so perfect now that you were seeing yourself in new light. His fingers dug into your waist, his lips touching your earlobe while he told you how beautiful you were. "let me take you home and show you how much I like this dress" He groaned and you bit your lower lip at his suggestion, suddenly feeling so sexy and so desired. He was so good at making you feel like this gorgeous person that you never thought you were. But he was here. And he wanted you. He thought you were pretty and that's all that mattered to you. It didn't heal you but it did make things easier.

Jake

He would be the type of boyfriend who keeps you stacked with your diet soda and 0 calorie foods. After he started dating you he had quickly grasped the severity of your condition, and even though it was out of his hand to actually help you, he did try his best to just be there for you.

"Jake I didn't order these" you asked your boyfriend in confusion, pointing towards the two full boxes of konjac noodles sitting on the kitchen counter. He walked towards you with a smile and pulled you into him. "I did, aren't they your favorite noodles? I was just trying to be a good boyfriend".

Favorite noodles. No they weren't. And you knew that jake knew that, but he didn't like to make you feel like there was something wrong with you, and you appreciated that so much. Your lower lip wobbled upon seeing the new cans of coke zero stacked on the side counter as well. Never had anyone cared so much about your needs and it was making you choke on your emotions. You had been running out of your ed foods and were trying to push back buying them because of the increasing prices, not wanting to waste money on your own hunger because according to you, you didn't deserve to eat anyway.

"How'd you know?" you whispered through a sniffle, already feeling the onslaught of tears. "because I know you, and I love you" He whispered back, wiping your tears and capturing your lips in his own, kissing you through your breakdown.

Sunghoon

You didn't want to overthink it. You really didn't, but your boyfriend was gorgeous and so it was inevitable that he got female attention wherever he went. And most girls ignored your presence beside him, fawning over him as if he didn't have his fingers intertwined with yours. She was beautiful, the girl your boyfriend had been laughing with when you stepped into his office unannounced. That was your biggest mistake because now you couldn't help but compare. Compare the thighs, the arms, the waist... you were nothing like her. Were these the women sunghoon spent his entire day with? and he still chose to come back to your plain self? What were you even doing with yourself? You should be starving harder, you decided. Just a few inches more and your waist might start looking like her, and maybe a few more inches on your thighs would make everything better and the- you were spiralling again. Unable to stop it even though you knew the consequences.

"This is the 3rd order this week baby" sunghoon's voice made you turn towards your bedroom door, mentally cursing upon finding the packaged waist trainer in his hands. You panicked and snatched it from his hands, mumbling a quick thank you and not meeting his eyes. You could feel his probing gaze on you. "You haven't stepped outside of this house in weeks, care to tell me what's going on?"

You hadn't lost weight, you weren't pretty enough yet, didn't he understand?? You couldn't just go outside looking like this, was he out of his mind?. Warm hands cupping your cheeks pulled you out of your inner monologue and you looked up at his intense eyes staring down at you. He rubbed his thumbs onto your cheeks and rested his forehead against yours

"Do you remember the first day of high school? When you had the biggest zit on your nose?" He asked and you looked up at him confused, not knowing where this conversation was headed but nodded regardless. "I loved you then" he whispered and your throat tightened, remembering how he was probably the only one in your entire grade who didn't make a comment on your acne. "And the time when you fell face first into the muddy water before class cuz you were an idiot who never looked at the ground while walking" The memory made you giggle but sunghoon only smiled fondly , kissing your nose "you were drenched from head to toe but i loved you then. I loved you so much y/n". You could feel the moisture gathering in your eyes at his confession, knowing that you spent your entire teen years hating yourself so much to the point that you failed to see the love that was around you. Remembering how you would shy away from your own reflection in the class windows because you despised yourself to the core. "And I loved you when you slapped me, loved you so much that it hurt". Tears were falling freely now, the painful memory of you slapping sunghoon after he confessed his feelings for you because you thought he was trying to make fun of you, coming back to you. cuz in your head there was no way that a guy like him could ever want something to do with you, so you automatically concluded that it was a prank, a distasteful one. "and I love you right now y/n, I love you because you're you. I can't live without you because your soft snores are the only thing helping me fall asleep most days. Because your stupid jokes are the only ones I'd ever fake my laugh for- you gasped through your tears and slapped his chest lightly, making him chuckle. "I love you because I can't help it. It's that easy to love you. " he continued , wiping your tears, "don't you understand baby? You never had to try to make me love you, so why now?". You buried your face into his chest and sobbed, feeling like a huge rock had been lifted off of your chest. His assurance was what you craved the most. The reminder that you were enough for someone. For him.

"I want you just like you are sweetheart, flaws and scars intact. Raw and unfiltered. Now that I have you in my arms, please don't take that away from me" He whispered, wrapping his hands tightly around your heaving body.

"If it's hard for you to love yourself,please let me do it for you" and just like that, he was again fixing the parts of you that he didn't break.

#enha #enhypen #lee heeseung #jay #jake sim #park sunghoon #sunghoon imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x you #park jongseong

[tarjapearce]

I miss the soccer family, but I wanna have a fix about what happens during the birth of Rosie? :') I THINK THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE

Baby Rosie can't wait to meet her parents. Literally ~

As Rosie's pregnancy advanced, so did Miguel's eagerness when you reached the final stage of it. A couple of scares had him carrying you like a bride to the car and driving to the nearest hospital.

"She's such a troll already" you grumbled upon returning, tired, sore and so so sleepy.

"Maybe she's afraid the doctor will spank her too hard?" You giggled at his words.

His goofy attempts of lightening the mood always worked. He was a goof underneath an intimidating exterior. Your goof.

"At least we know she's excited to hear you" One of your hands took Miguel's to place it on your belly. His eyes twinkled upon seeing the fussing inside.

"She'll be a troublemaker." With a kiss on your cheek and a little belly rub, he resumed his task of getting home. Thankful that the lights were red to have that little moment with you.

Gabi was surprised to see you back, still pregnant.

"What happened, Mama?" she quickly fetched your slippers and helped you change shoes.

"Ay mi amor, your sister doesn't wanna come out yet."

"Pinche Rosie..."

Gabriella mumbled in a hushed tone, her potty mouth, thanks to Miguel, had been more prominent ever since she hit the thirteens.

"Where is the baby?" Asked the actual baby, Benjamin, while looking at you with his beautiful rusty brown and curious eyes.

"In the oven still, cariño"

"I thought it was on your belly?"

Miguel chuckled and helped to remove your coat.

"Alright, let Mama rest. Rosita will arrive when she feels like it. Are you hungry, mi vida?"

"Not really, but a hot cocoa would be great. God my back is killing me."

You whimpered as Miguel helped you to the couch, too exhausted to waddle over the bed, rubbing circles on your back.

----

That night had been hard, despite the doctors saying Rosie was fine, he couldn't help but think about you and your struggles on carrying his third child. Gabi had proven to be difficult enough, Benji had made an emotional mess out of you, but Rosie was definitely a challenge.

Big round belly nested between your thighs, your hands rubbed tiredly at the discomfort, trying to subdue it. An apologetic smile came to his lips as he kissed your temple. Conveying a fraction of his gratefulness towards you.

Little did you know that he was always marveling at your body and how this adapted so easy to pregnancy. The scientist in him was always observing and making mental notes on your cues to know when you were in pain and absolute discomfort. Right now, all he could do was to lay behind you and bask you in his body heat with a gentle hug.

He knew his temperature made wonders on your aching muscles, your lower back specially. Where the pressure accumulated. He also knew his children would be big, he was a big man after all, and having you go through such changes and pains just to carry his children, had turned in no other but the ultimate love proof from you.

You loved him. Not that you didn't show him, quite the opposite really. Sometimes his brain was too enraptured in seeing his children grow right before his eyes, that whenever you showered him in love it felt like experiencing it for the first time, despite thirteen years preceding you both.

You didn't know what had come over him that hugged you so gently, like holding the most beautiful thing a man could hold, and rubbed your belly softly. Admiring his part of the teamwork.

"Thank you." It came a soft whisper from his lips, "For going through this for us."

A lazy and sleepy smile stretched on your lips.

"You're so sappy I love it." You took his hands and kissed them, "You're the only man I'm willing to have children with. And the only man I'd ever got a baby fever with if I'm honest."

He chuckled in your neck, inhaling your scent.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. And look at us now. Expecting our third."

His hands massaged your shoulders gently, easing a bit of the building up tension. Then they moved to your breast. It wasn't erotic, but soothing. Intimate even. Your hands drooped as he moved them towards your belly, rubbing from the lowest to the tip, feeling the occasional kicks and movements his daughter replied with at his ministrations.

"You gotta come out, Rosita." He mumbled while his hands kept busy. You had been slowly drifting off to sleep.

---

Contractions appeared every seven minutes, seven minutes you used to breath and whimper. Miguel never left your side, not that you let him anyways, your hand clenched with a vice like grip he whimpered subtly in pain.

"I'm sorry mi amor" You spoke in between breathless sobs. Raging hormones and the nerves always took over you, bus his encouraging words always ground you.

"Mi niña, mírame." He hushed as your temple and cheeks were doused with his kisses and affection.

"I love you. You'll do great ok? I'm here." Clammy hands looked to embrace him, "I've got you, mi reina."

The lump in his throat turned bigger as the doctor approached, ready to get Rosie out. It was time to push. A flurry of things came to his mind, what if the baby was too big?, What if something happened to you last minute? What if-

No. None of that was happening. You were fine, and the pushing was going as great and painful as it should be.

"Just a few more pushes, Mrs. O'Hara. The head is nearly out"

"I so wanna punch you right now" He chuckled and held your hand tightly as you breathed and prepared to push again.

"Eres un cabrón..." (You fucker) you half sobbed half chuckled before pushing.

"Así me amas, chula." (You love me anyways)

The last word came out as a choked whimper as you held to him a bit too strong. Pregnant women's strength always amazed him.

"Una más, corazón, ya casi sale" (One more, sweetheart. She's almost out.)

You took a small break, panting and gasping for air. Sweat etched to your skin, like some strands of hair on your forehead.

The loud and healthy wail of your baby echoed through the room. Rosie had arrived.

Nurses quickly cleaned her and cut the umbilical cord, weighed her down and gave her to you.

"Look at her, Miguel" tears were unavoidably shed. Seeing your baby, your little Rosie finally in your arms, instantly snuggling in your chest, as if seeking refuge from the outside.

"Mama's here, mi amor." You cooed as you rocked her. Miguel's heart gave an enthusiastic shimmy upon seeing his daughter, one of the many pieces of him, latching on your breast.

Silky, soft and dark curls perched ontop of her tiny head. Her skin was a lighter shade of his, cheeks however made honor to her name. Flushed, rosy and oh so ready to be squished and kissed.

He kissed the top of her head and then yours. Whispering sweet swords of gratefulness and a lot of thank yous

His family was finally complete.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️ #gabi o'hara #benjamin o'hara #rosie o'hara #wife reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel o'hara fluff #atsv fluff

[fanfiction4sooya]

Mornings with you (G!P Momo x F!Reader)

Nothing much, just some sweet love making with Ms. Hirai.

Hope you enjoy! 💖💖💖

tw: g!p momo, nipple sucking, porn without plot, smut, slight somnophilia, cockwarming, unprotected sex

Your wife got home from her job as a firefighter in the middle of the night. As always, you heard her get on the shower very faintly, kind of in the back of your mind and continued with your eyes closed, drifting off once again as she took a few minutes on her little nightly routine.

You opened your eyes as you felt the bed dip and Momo get on it, immediately opening your arms for her to snuggle close, her body naked and a bit cold from the shower.

"Hi, baby" she pecked your lips and you happily smiled with your eyes closed.

"Hi momo-chan" She placed her hand on your belly as always, massaging in circles because she knew you literally loved belly rubs. "You smell so good..." You breathed out, trying to keep yourself awake.

"So do you, sweetheart" She whispered as you lightly played with her short hair, both of you falling asleep tangled on each other's arms.

-🌸

You woke up before your alarm went off, as the sun started to shine between the morning fog; your eyes slowly opening to see that beautiful sight beside you. Her hair messy from bed tossed to the side on her pillow as her face pressed against it, her muscled back on display for your eyes to bask on all it's glory as the bed sheets hid the rest of her body just enough to get you on edge.

You sighed, starting to feel aroused.

You loved te way she was strong, stronger than you and all of the other women you went to bed with before meeting her. That strength was arousing, such as her day to day gentleness with you. Such contrast made you fall in love even more as you felt safety on her strength, never any negative emotion.

You lightly grazed one finger on her back, contorting those beautiful muscles; you got closer to her body, snuggling and placing one leg over her butt, kissing her shoulder. She loved making love in the morning, right before you went to work.

Kissing the skin of her neck, you felt her stir a bit, her hand instinctively looking for you, wanting to pull you in closer.

"Mommy, I need you" You whispered, your nails lightly scratching her left shoulder as her face was still to the other side. "Help me, please" You kept whispering, now closer to her ear. You felt her waking up.

"I'm tired this morning, baby" She sleepily said and you smiled.

"Just turn around and let me do the rest" You whispered, kissing the back of her neck. You knew that would make her cock hard and you didn't mind doing whatever it took for that to happen. "You don't even have to open your eyes, please" You said getting on her back, lightly pressing your cunt on her ass.

She laughed a bit, groaning when she slowly turned her body towards you, her cock semi hard on your bare pussy. Sleeping naked was something both of you loved, watching each other's bodies move so freely was arousing for both.

"I won't do anything then" she smiled, closing her eyes once again and you pecked her lips, then kissed her neck, smiling against her skin.

You looked at her boobs, so full and beautiful and whimpered. You loved to suck on them, make her cum just by the touch of your tongue on her nipples.

"Have I ever said how much I love your boobs?" You pressed your face between them, making her lightly giggle with her eyes closed.

"I'm sleeping" She simply said.

You smiled, taking one of her nipples between your lips and lightly sucking; her right hand immediately went to your hair, her breath hitched. You felt her cock hardening under your body, slowly dry humping it. Well, not actually dry humping since your pussy was really, really wet.

"Fuck, you feel so good" You told her still squeezing her hard cock between your body and hers, creating a mess of pre cum and your wetness and spreading it on her hard abs.

Sucking a bit harder you felt her tense under you, both her hands going to your hips as they moved, your clit deliciously grazing over the tip of her hard member. You peeked a bit, looking down to it and it was painfully red already, glistening with your juices.

"Baby" She moaned, bucking her hips. "Inside baby, please" She whined and you smiled against her nipple, switching from one to another as your fingers lightly pinched the one you had just finished sucking.

It was entrancing how that woman who could literally lift twice your body weight would became this whiny mess whenever you simply decided to suck on her breasts, delicately asking you to put her dick inside.

"I thought you were asleep" You mumbled, guiding her leaking tip to your entrance, clenching when you felt how warm her cock was.

"I'm wide awake baby, please" You peeked up to see her mouth slightly open and her face puffy from a good night of sleep and god, you loved her so much.

Slowly sinking, you bit her nipple when your hips went flush against each other's, pulsing hard as your heart beat quickened inside your chest.

"Just like that..." She breathed out, holding your head against her breasts and smooching your face on them. Planting her feet on the bed, she started to fuck you as she bounced you on her lap, not really moving a lot, only bucking slightly into your wet pussy just like she knew you loved.

You started shaking violently, all that pent up sexual energy being released in less than two minutes of her shallowly thrusting her hips into you. You didn't let go of her breasts, lazily sucking as your hips continued moving back and forth.

"Ye-yes baby, I'm gonna cum" Momo cried out, spilling her seed into you, pulling your face for the sweetest kiss.

She held you by the waist, wanting to fuck her cum into you so you would feel it deep and warm in your womb.

"Good morning Momo-chan" You playfully said as she kissed the tip of your nose after a while.

"Good morning, sweetheart" You laid on her chest, still cockwarming her big length when your alarm finally went off.

#gxg smut #hirai momo #momo smut #twice momo #momo x reader #momo x you #twice smut #g!p momo

[janaispunk]

to live for the hope of it all

series masterlist • this is part VI

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

word count: ~3k

summary: Your time together slowly comes to an end.

warnings/tags: explicit smut (-> 18+ only!), angst, feelings, fluff, alcohol consumption, infidelity (Dave is cheating on his wife), able-bodied reader, Dave pulls her hair, dom!Dave, sub!reader, sir kink, degradation kink, oral sex (m&f receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v (it's never stated in the fic but i headcanon that reader is on birth control), somnophilia, basically free use kink, semi-public sex, dirty talk, orgasm denial, Dave is a menace, praise kink, one (1) ass slap, idiots in love, please let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: all my love to @joelscurls who looked this over and assured me that it isn’t trash, you’re the best <3

i can’t believe it myself, but by the looks of it, this is the penultimate chapter. i was a feral and emotional mess while writing this and it shows. i’m not sorry about the ending.

dividers as always by @saradika-graphics 🫶🏻

find my full masterlist here and follow @janaispunknotifs for fic updates <3

You wake up slowly, not ready to let go of the dream that you had been lost in. Dave had been all over you, his hands and mouth touching your skin softly, more softly than you’re used to. Your mind is still holding on to the feeling, desire is throbbing between your legs and you could swear that you can still feel his tongue on you. You feel so warm, so full of bliss, you don’t ever want to leave this state.

Your eyes snap open at the sensation of something entering you, a sensation that feels too real to still be part of your dream. Your gasp resounds loudly in the quiet room and a low chuckle reaches your ears, hot breaths fanning against your wet pussy.

Your eyes fly down to find Dave between your legs, smirking up at you. His chin is drenched in your slick and his gaze burns into yours, before he dives back in, sucking your clit between his plush lips and pumping two fingers into you.

Your head falls back against the pillows, a moan rising in your throat as your hips buck upwards, chasing his touch. You have no idea how long he has been at this, but you feel swollen, heat engulfing you, the tension in your body already close to snapping.

“Dave,” you whimper, your voice still hoarse from sleep.

He grunts in response, sucking harder and speeding up his thrusts. You’re trembling, your hands flying to grasp at his hair, anything to keep you grounded while your mind is still struggling to catch up to the sensations that you’ve just woken up to.

You grind your hips into his face, your grip in his hair tightening and you note somewhere in the back of your mind that usually, you’d get scolded for this. But right now, he just groans against you, the added vibrations driving you closer to the edge until you writhe against him, loud moans of his name leaving your mouth as your whole body tenses up, the heat inside of you reaching a boiling point until you break underneath him, pulsing around his fingers and drenching his face with the wetness that’s gushing out of you.

You slump against the mattress as you gradually come down, your thighs twitching as he places another chaste kiss on your clit, then comes back up until he’s face to face with you. You’re breathless, watching with wide eyes as he wipes his chin, a pleased grin on his face.

“Good morning,” he tells you, as nonchalant as if he hadn’t just melted your brain within five minutes of you waking up.

“Hi,” you mumble, lazily smiling up at him, still basking in the bliss of your slowly subsiding orgasm, “thank you.”

He leans down to kiss you, his tongue slipping into your mouth and letting you taste yourself, almost making you moan again.

“Looked so pretty this morning, I couldn’t help myself.”

You bury your face in his neck, hiding the smile that’s spreading over your face. This is it, you think, this is all you want, forever.

He orders breakfast while you shower and waits for you in the living area when you exit the bathroom, clad in another skimpy dress that you bought just for this trip. He’s sipping a coffee and slowly chewing on a pastry when you enter the room, his eyes following your every move.

He tuts when you pull out a chair next to him, making you pause, your gaze flying up to his face. The dark glint that you’ve come to recognize is back in his eyes and you feel goosebumps erupting on your skin, arousal already beginning to swirl in your belly again.

“Down there,” he tells you, tilting his head down to his feet.

It’s probably embarrassing how fast you sink down to your knees, obediently sitting on the ground beside him, and it’s probably even more embarrassing how wet it gets you, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Your mind is taken up by the want, the need to please him, drowning everything else out.

His hand is at the back of your head, directing your body until you’re sitting between his legs, the bulge in his pants in your direct eyesight. Your mouth is watering and you can’t suppress the whine that escapes you. He chuckles, giving your hair a hard tug.

“Patience, sweetheart. Show me your tits first.”

Your fingers are pushing down the straps of your dress as quickly as you can, revealing your naked chest to him. Your nipples are pebbling in the cool air of the room and you present yourself to him, folding your hands behind your back.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, reaching down to toy with your sensitive flesh, tugging and pinching until you’re squirming, rubbing your thighs together to ease some of the ache that’s burning between your legs again. He gives you a particularly hard pinch that makes you gasp, then leans back in his chair, smirking down at you.

“Now open your mouth.”

You obey eagerly, your eyes wide as you stare up at him, waiting for what comes next. He lets you sit like that for a few moments, watching as your drool slowly collects on your tongue and dribbles out of your mouth.

He chuckles again, eyes trained on your face as he opens his pants and releases his cock. You want to beg for him, want him to know how much you need him, but you remain motionless, mouth wide open like he told you to.

“So good this morning,” he praises you, petting your head before he fists your hair again and pulls you forward. He holds you there while he grabs his cock with his other hand, rubbing the head over your tongue until it’s drenched in your saliva, then smearing it all over your face. You whine louder this time, the degradation turning you on beyond belief, and he slaps his cock against your cheek.

“Did I tell you to make any noise?!” he demands, his voice cold. You give an infinitesimal shake of your head, which is as much movement as you can manage with his grip still tight in your hair.

“Didn’t think so,” he murmurs. Then he thrusts forward, burying himself in your throat. You splutter around him, forcing yourself to keep your hands behind your back as he pulls your head back up and then down his length again.

You let him move you however he wants, making you gag over and over when he holds you down and thrusts into you simultaneously. It’s filthy, your face is drenched in tears and drool, but you wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he grits out, his hold on your hair tightening further, smirking down at you. “Here's your breakfast.”

It shouldn’t turn you on the way it does.

You’re burning and your slick is covering your thighs when his movements finally still and he spills down your throat. You swallow dutifully, cherishing the bitter taste and keeping your eyes trained on his face, just the way he likes.

You squirm under his gaze as he takes in the way you rub your thighs together, hips humping thin air, desperate for friction.

“You wanna come again already?”

You nod helplessly, pouting up at him. “Please, sir.” Your voice is raspy from the way he just assaulted your throat and you can tell that he likes it.

“That’s too bad,” he shrugs, pushing his chair back and standing up.

“You-“

You glare at him from your place on the floor, not trusting your trembling legs to carry you just yet. He leans down and pecks your lips, clearly pleased with himself, before he’s slowly pulling you up until you’re standing in front of him.

“Have some breakfast,” he tells you gently, placing another kiss on your cheek and embracing you in his arms. “You did so good.”

You help yourself to some fruit, ignoring both the incessant throbbing of need between your legs and the flutter in your chest at his sudden gentleness.

You spend the day down at the small bay, lounging on one of the bigger beach beds that has enough room for the both of you.

You’re soaking in the sunshine and the sound of the waves rolling to the shore, with your head resting on Dave’s bare chest. You’ve decided to give your book another try, but it’s getting increasingly harder to focus on the words in front of you. Your gaze keeps trailing up to his face, where you’re more often than not met with his eyes already on you.

His hands are on you constantly, his fingers softly drawing shapes onto your skin. It’s nice, an unhurried kind of intimacy that you rarely experience with him. You wish you could stop time, to keep living in this moment with him, in this sliver of existence where it’s so easy to pretend that he’s yours, that you’ll always be together like this.

Over the course of the afternoon, his touches grow more demanding, hands inching towards your breasts, trailing the seams of your bikini and ghosting over the fabric, a sensation that’s barely there, but enough to make your nipples tighten until they’re pressing against the skimpy piece of clothing and you’re squirming against him, arousal once more hot between your thighs.

You catch his eye, the controlled, almost unimpressed expression on his face that once again makes it clear without doubt how in control of you he is. You want to melt against him.

In the evening, you’re leaning against the balcony’s railing, watching the shades of pink and orange in the sky slowly morphing into darkness and the stars twinkling to life above you.

Dave comes up behind you, his body leaning into yours and pressing you against the rail while his hand skims over your thigh and trails underneath your dress, pushing the hem up as it travels higher. The need that you have tried to suppress the whole day despite his wandering hands flares back up and has you squirming, grinding against him. You feel his cock harden and press against your backside, and a whine escapes you. You’re already drenched, and eager to take everything that he has to give you.

He shushes you, his breath hot against your neck while he’s still pushing the dress up higher until your bare ass is exposed to him. You hadn’t bothered with underwear this evening, excitedly awaiting his reaction.

“Fuck,” he hisses and grabs at your cheeks, his grip digging into the flesh as you push back against him. “All ready and waiting for me, huh?”

His fingers dip between your legs and swirl through your slick folds, barely brushing against your clit, but the short contact is enough to make you moan out loud.

“Thought I told you to be quiet,” he growls and his hand connects with your ass in a harsh slap. You bite your lip hard to stop yourself from crying out again and feel another gush of wetness cover your thighs. You’re positively dripping for him, all rational thoughts wiped from your mind. You don’t care who could see you, who could hear you, you just want him inside of you now.

Dave has a seemingly endless amount of patience when it comes to teasing you, but right now, he appears to be just as desperate as you feel. The clink of his belt buckle has you pressing your thighs together, the need for any kind of friction almost painful at this point, but within seconds, he roughly kicks your legs apart, his fingers curling around your neck and bending you forward.

The feeling of his cock nudging at your pussy makes you gasp and he slowly presses forward, making you feel every inch as your walls stretch around him. You’re pressing your lips together, almost trembling with the effort of keeping quiet.

“Dirty girl,” Dave rasps in your ear, his teeth nipping at your skin, “fucking desperate, letting me fuck you out here for everyone to see.”

You clench around him at his words and he chuckles darkly, slowly pulling back before he thrusts back into you, knocking the air out of your lungs. His grip on your neck tightens and he speeds up, slamming into you again and again until your vision blurs and you’re gasping, holding onto the railing for dear life as he ravages your cunt. A particularly deep thrust forces a loud moan out of you that you can’t hold back and he stills, his hand leaving your neck and moving to cover your mouth instead.

“What’d I tell you, huh? Fucking slut, you want people to see you, don’t you?”

You shake your head, trying to crane your neck to look at him, but his hold on your face is too strong and you give up, a defeated whimper escaping you.

He leans forward, nuzzling against your throat and kissing your sensitive skin surprisingly gently. “Color, sweetheart?”

His hand lifts just enough that you can whisper out “green, sir” against it, before he seals it back over your mouth. He exhales sharply before he pulls back and takes up his rhythm again, his cock pounding into you hard enough to make you see stars behind your eyelids.

“You’re so fucking perfect… Fucking made for me,” he growls and you can’t stop the whines that are falling from your lips and come out muffled against his hand. It’s all too much, his dirty words in your ear, the sensation of his cock hitting so deep inside you over and over.

“Quit it,” he barks, not faltering in his thrusts but pulling your head back further so that you’re arching against him. “One more sound and I’m not gonna let you come, are we clear?”

You nod desperately, your eyes squeezed shut and your whole body trembling with the effort to stay quiet, even though this slightly different angle is bringing you to the edge so fast that you don’t think you could hold your orgasm back if you tried.

He has to feel you tightening around him, because he gasps out, “go ahead baby, come for me,” and you do, your scream muffled against his hand as pure ecstasy flows through your body and your vision blacks out completely. His grip on your hips is bruising as he joins you, spilling his seed deep inside of you and pressing open-mouthed kisses against your neck and shoulders.

Your shaking legs barely keep you upright and he half leads, half carries you into the bedroom, a constant string of praise whispered against your heated skin.

The following days are a rush of sunshine, swimming and fucking at any given opportunity. You want to cherish every second, commit them to memory, but it feels like time is speeding up, the way it so often does when all you want is for it to pass more slowly. But it’s running out, like sand running through an hourglass, much like the sand that you’ve so often curled your toes into during the past week.

You don’t want to go back to your old life, don’t want to go back to having him only for a few days a month, never sure when he’ll come back, always on borrowed time. You want him with you, the little things, want to wake up to him next to you, want to have coffee when it’s still dark out, want to come home to each other, laugh with him, his hand sliding into yours when you walk. You want a life with him and that thought terrifies you. He has that life with someone, and it’s not you.

He hasn’t brought the “I’ll get out” back up and you haven’t asked. You’re not sure if it’s your place, and you like to think that he’ll come to you if he wants to talk about it. When he said it, in the darkness of your room, you had just mumbled an “okay” and pressed a light kiss against the side of his mouth. He had hummed and pulled you closer, both of you drifting off to sleep.

But, even if he gets out - what does it change for you?

It’s the last evening, you’re sated and happy. You can still feel today’s sunshine on your skin as you’re sitting on a couch at the edge of the dinner restaurant’s terrace. You’ve been watching the sunset, sipping on glasses of wine, your head resting on Dave’s shoulder, talking in low voices. Your hands are tangled up, fingers dancing across warm skin, never quite coming to rest.

The memory of the last couple of days is a blur of tangled limbs in white hotel sheets, lips pressed against each other almost constantly, a mix of sunshine and salty ocean air surrounding you, and endearments whispered into your ear in the dark of the night. You’re so happy that it makes you sad, your heart so full that you have no idea how to cope when you’re no longer feeling like this.

When you get back up to the room, he makes love to you in the semi-darkness, the sound of the waves filtering in through the open balcony door. You don’t know what else to call it. Normally, you’d say that he fucks you, but this is not that. His hands are soft on your skin, his lips are everywhere as he murmurs how beautiful you are over and over again.

You bite your lip when he shatters above you, when more kisses are placed on your skin and you’re pulled into his chest. You don’t allow yourself the thought that this feels like goodbye.

The journey back home goes by too quickly. It feels like you’ve barely blinked after waking up, then you’re already on the plane, then in a cab, then Dave is carrying your suitcase up to your flat before he kisses you goodbye. A few hours later, a text on your phone tells you that he has arrived home safely.

After that, you don’t hear from Dave York for three months.

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[lincolndjarin]

Best Kept Secret

chapter twenty nine : the best kept secret (epilogue)

ao3 link ✿ series masterlist ☆ main masterlist ✧

pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader

rating : 18+ mdni

word count : 6.1k words

summary : an epilogue for our lovers.

warnings: tooth rotting sweet fluff, language, mentions of sex, an ending so sweet i made myself sick with emotion like omg.

a/n: crying my dick off rn. my moms bringing dinner home rn to celebrate me finishing this and i can't stop crying

☆

The morning sun is warm against your face, you bask in it, unmoving and only half awake until you feel a tiny hand slapping your cheek. The illusion of tranquility is immediately shattered as you softly laugh. 

“Mama?”

Your eyes flutter open and you’re greeted by the sight of a little boy in linen pajamas, one pant leg rolled up over his knee as he stands beside your bed. 

“Everyone’s awake.” Your son rubs his eyes as he looks up at you, pointing towards your bedroom door. 

“Already? Well thank you for telling me.” You reach your hand out which he happily takes as you pull him to your bed side, placing a soft kiss into his dark curls, attempting to smooth out the disarray they're in to no avail. He giggles, pushing your hand away before pointing past you. 

“Buir is wearing the birikad in bed again.”

“You’re very observant, sweet boy. Why don’t you go get your brother, bring him here and I’ll send buir to the nursery.” You give him a sleepy smile before you hear the familiar sound of tiny feet running across wood. 

You shake Din’s shoulder, his snores stuttering as he sits up in one hasty motion, his eyes still closed as his fingers run through his mess of hair, identical to Arin’s frenzied curls. 

“Bottle? Diaper?” His voice is thick with sleep, you reach over, rubbing his back as you sit up as well, kissing his shoulder. 

“Stand down, nothing that serious. A certain someone just ran in here and told me there’s signs of life in the nursery.” You run your hands along the fabric strap on his chest. “And he pointed out that you fell asleep with the baby carrier on, again”

“Grogu said all that?” He turns to face you, eyes barely open as he leans towards you to kiss the tip of your nose. 

“Save your jokes for someone who actually thinks you’re funny, Djarin.” You pull him in for a kiss by the fabric harness on his chest. When he tears himself from you at the sound of a small cry you stare at his sleepy grin. 

You will never get tired of that smile. 

“Sounds like someone wants to hear my jokes.” He groans as he stretches, tossing his lower half off the bed before reaching around for his leg, reattaching it and standing. 

“Careful in the hall. Lately your son has been insisting on carrying his brother everywhere so you might run into a brawl out there.” 

“I’ll keep an eye out.” He yawns before disappearing in the direction of the nursery. Moments later you hear a small scuffle before Arin appears in the doorway holding a very angry Grogu in his arms. 

“Put your big brother down, Arin.”

“Little brother.” Arin attempts to correct you as Grogu lets out a squeal of protest. You shoot him a look as you take the child from him, setting the tiny green boy in your lap as your youngest son climbs into bed to join you. 

“Just because he’s smaller, doesn’t mean he’s your little brother. He’s still older than you.” You kiss your eldest on his wrinkly forehead as he relaxes in your lap, raising a little green claw to throw a pillow at Arin from across the room. “Grogu, No magic throwing at your siblings.” You chastise him softly, taking his hand and lowering it, reminding yourself to cut his nails later. “Come here.” You beckon towards Arin who instantly jumps up into bed with you, snuggling up next to Grogu as you give both of them a squeeze which Arin wriggles out of, settling on sitting beside you instead.

“And then I told your mother that I was going to find someone who does like my jokes.” You hear Din in the hall before you see him. When he steps into the bedroom the little girl in his arms is just a bundle of giggles. He sets her down on the floor, after a few shakey steps she makes it to your side of the bed. 

“Good morning, little flower.” You lift Grogu off your lap, setting him beside his brother who already seems to have gotten over the pillow incident as he tells him everything he wants to do today. You pick up the toddler now demanding your attention. “Did buir do your hair?” You examine the two braids her wispy curls are in as she nods. You cradle her in one arm before looking at your riduur. “Where’s the rest of my garden?” You raise an eyebrow at Din who promptly turns around, revealing an identical copy of the girl currently in your arms, strapped into the fabric harness. The only difference between the two girls is the frown that one wears. 

“She didn’t wanna laugh at my jokes so she had to sit in the back.” He shrugs as she kicks her little legs and you reach your free hand out for her. 

“Give her to me you evil man.” He grins, reaching behind himself as he carefully removes her from the harness before holding her up to his face so their noses are touching. 

“Do you want to go with your mother or stay with me?” He scowls at her which earns him a sharp yank to the hairs on his upper lip. “Dank farrik!” He pulls her away from his face, holding her out towards your waiting arm. “Just like your mother, always so mean to me.” He puts on a mock tone of hurt, both your daughters are finally smiling at the sound of it. You beam down at your girls. 

“Dank farrik!” Arin’s voice fills the room as he shouts, you immediately glare at Din. 

“Wonder where he gets that from.” You grumble before focusing on the girls, leaving your husband to deal with your sons. “You’ve got a big day ahead of you little flowers.” Both girls look up at you, you see your own eyes reflected in their identical faces. If it weren’t for their wildly different personalities you’d never be able to tell them apart. 

They both give you a curious look before their attentions are drawn to Din who has started shoving your other two children in your direction, clearing a space for himself on the bed. 

“You shouldn’t say that, ad, it’s rude.” He puts on a serious tone but neither Grogu nor Arin seems intimidated in the slightest, they only fuss as they’re squished between you and Din when he rolls back into bed on his stomach. 

“You say it every day.” Arin stretches out, laying across his fathers back while Grogu seems content to stay snuggled up between everyone. “You said it yesterday when Lily put a frog in your shirt.” Din groans loudly, face down into his pillow. You frown down at your daughters. Lily looks entirely unbothered by the revelation of this information, her expression returning to its comical state of sterness. You raise your eyebrows at her, waiting for a confession but you know she won’t say a thing. 

So you look down at Grogu. 

“Did that really happen?” Your other three children all turn to stare at him until finally he nods. 

“Told you.” Arin grins before crawling onto his fathers back, tugging at his hair gently. 

Who could have predicted you’d raise such stubborn children. 

“Why would you do that? Where did you find a frog?” You look back down at the girls in your lap. Lily remains a vault so you look to the other. “Daisy? Where did your sister get a frog?” The corners of her lips tilt up. 

“Grogu brought it in through the window.” Her voice is soft and high pitched as she fights a smile. 

“And why did he do that?” 

“He was hungry, but buir made lunch, so he gave itta Lily.”

“And why did she put it in buir’s shirt?” You aren’t cross with them, you just can’t help but want her to keep talking, she’s so well spoken for her age and you can’t help but indulge. 

“S’ buir’s fault.” She whispers, pointing at her father. 

“Was it now?” You put on a surprised voice, Din’s head turns to the side so he can look at you. “What did you do to deserve such a thing?”

“She’s terrible to me, just like her mother.” He laments, reaching a finger out, ticking her neck. Lily’s stern expression falls in an instant, turning to high pitched laughter. 

“Buir made ‘er sit in the back of the birikad.” Daisy continues to tell her tale, looking up at you for approval the entire time. 

“Why would he do such a horrible thing to such a lovely girl?”

“She putta worm in his sock.” Grogu nods in silent agreement as Daisy continues on. “So he put ‘er on his back an’ she pulled the back of his shirt down an’ she put the frog in his shirt an’ he said dank farrik.” She takes a deep breath when she finishes and you look at your husband. 

“So when you said everything went smoothly while I was out-“

“Aside from the worm and the frog everything went smoothly.” He grins for a moment until a small hand grabs him by the ear, you sigh as Arin grabs his fathers hearing aid, tossing it up into the air, on instinct Grogu reaches up, holding it in place in the air. 

“Kriff-“ Din grumbles, tilting himself to the side to roll Arin back onto the bed before getting up to retrieve his hearing aid. 

“Kriff!” Lily speaks for the first time all morning, her voice like a little chime. 

Din has a guilty smile plastered on his face as he looks at you, scooping both boys into his arms as he lays back down. They squeal and try to wiggle out of his arms but he only has eyes for you as he keeps them caged against him. 

“She has a terrible mouth, just like her mother.” He whispers. 

You roll your eyes, unable to fight off your smile as you set your girls down on the middle of the sheets, once free of your hold they waste no time before joining their brothers in using Din as a personal playground. 

You don’t care that you all have to huddle together to fit on the bed. 

You wouldn’t have it any other way. 

☆

Socks, socks, socks, diapers, socks. They’re only going for an overnight but you can’t be too careful.

“Where are my little flowers?” You’re packing the overnight bag for as Din comes wandering in, putting on a real performance as he puts his hands on his hips. He stares at the ceiling as Lily squeezes between you and the table, hiding her face in your skirt as Daisy ducks under her crib, her yellow socks sticking out. He comes up behind you, wrapping himself around you as he sets several bottles into the bag you’re working on. “Have you seen my little flowers?” You hum softly as he kisses your cheek. 

“I have not.” You turn grinning at him as he gives you an exaggerated sigh. 

“That’s a shame, I wanted to see if they wanted to read with me for a little while…” 

“M’right here!” Lily reaches out from the other side of you, grabbing his pant leg as he grins, reaching down to pick her up. 

“Oh my goodness, would you look at that.” He grins, nudging the crook of his nose against the side of her face and kissing her cheek until she pushes him away. 

“Itchy.” She whines, slapping him on the mouth. 

“The stubble isn't going anywhere little lady, your mama likes it too much.” He raises his eyebrows at her, receiving a small frown in return. “Any other ladies wanna come read with me?” He speaks loudly, the little legs sticking out from under the crib don’t move so he shrugs, giving you one last look before taking Lily out to the living room. 

“The coast is clear.” You go back to folding as your daughter wiggles her way back out, coming to stand beside you until you lift her up onto the changing table so she can watch you work. You hum different little songs to her, sometimes just a few notes, sometimes an entire melody, letting her hum and sing them back to you as you finish up, putting their blankets in last before you start dressing her to go. “Are you excited to have a sleepover at your aunties house?” She beams at you as you pull a thick jacket over her head, bundling her up as you tug a hat down over her ears. 

“Yes mama.” 

“Good, don’t forget to be extra well behaved.” You lace her little boots, lifting her up and setting her on the ground. “Aunt Elaine and Auntie Lysa are going back home later this month so you won’t see them for a bit.” You pat her head as she nods, her cheeks already going rosy from being a bit warm. “Now send in your sister so she can get changed.” She runs out of the room, calling out her sister's name and like clockwork you dress each of your children for the cold. As usual Grogu doesn’t want to wear his hat and fusses as you trim his nails but other than that it doesn’t take long before you’re ready to go. Wrapping a scarf around Din’s neck on the way out the door. 

You don’t mind the walk, although with four kids it takes a little longer than it usually would. Din straps the girls into the carrier, holding Grogu in one arm and the large canvas bag in the other while you hold Arin. The cool autumn air filled with the sounds of babbles and chatter as you walk. Elaine and Lysa rent space on the outskirts of the city so you don’t even have to go deep into the afternoon foot traffic to get them there. 

When you ring the doorbell you’re immediately swarmed by the excited pair. Lysa takes Grogu from Din in an instant as Arin squirms out of your arms to hug Elaine’s legs. 

You’re happy to have family so close to home. 

☆

It’s hard to not feel tired the moment you’re briefly child free. 

The second you get home the couch beckons you towards it but you resist, you have plans for tonight. Din on the other hand, doesn’t fight his fatigue in the slightest. 

“One whole night without kids.” You turn to grin at him but he immediately collapses into bed, pulling the covers up over his shoulders. You immediately yank it back down.

“No sleeping, we don’t do this often enough to spend what precious time we have sleeping.” He sits up enough to grab you and pull you down on top of him with a soft thud. 

“We haven’t slept properly in about four years, let’s just sleep for a few hours, then we can spend the whole night together.” He mumbles, voice already groggy. 

“We have to go soon, I want to see the lights.” You complain but turn your head to lay on his chest properly, happily soaking in some of his warmth.  

You are tired.

And you do have a couple hours to spare. 

“I suppose a couple minutes won’t hurt.” It’s still early in the afternoon and you don’t have plans until sundown, when you turn to see if he’s okay with that he’s already fast asleep. Eyes shut and lips slightly parted as his arms absentmindedly hold you tighter. 

You lay back down his chest, inhaling the subtle scent of detergent on his top as you let yourself succumb to the exhaustion you rarely even let yourself acknowledge.  

☆

You open the closet, taking the boxes sealed shut with locks and setting them on the bed. 

You love your people, and you love being the queen, but sometimes you just want to be Din’s. You want to walk through the marketplace without being swarmed, you want to hold his hand under the moon without people asking who he is. 

So every few months, when Lysa and Elaine take the kids for a whole night, you live in secret once more, just for a few hours.

You search through your dresser drawer until you find the key, twisting it in the lock before tossing it aside. You reach in, holding up the contents just as Din’s arms wrap around your waist. You jump a little bit, you hadn’t heard him come in. 

“Do you miss it?” he murmurs. 

“Sometimes. For the longest time this was all I knew you as.” You stare into the silver steel, looking at the two of you reflected against the beskar. “I prefer you without it though.” You set his helmet down onto the sheets before turning around in his arms, holding his face as you held the helm. “Do you miss it?”

“Sometimes. Never when I’m with you.” His lips rest against your forehead for a moment, content to just stay in that position for a while. 

“We need to retire the nursery soon, the girls are getting too big for cribs.” you mumble. 

“What if we want one more?”

“Last time we wanted one more we got two.”

“One more wouldn’t hurt.”

“They already outnumber us four to two.” You smooth out the fabric of his tunic with your free hand. 

“Mhmm, I know. I’m just not ready to get rid of the cribs. When did they get so big?” 

“Grogu’s still little.”

“He’s a little bigger now I swear.” You laugh softly kissing his cheek. 

“That’s what kids do. They get bigger.” You release your hold on his shirt.“No more sad talk. We get one night alone every six months, I don’t want to spend it all melancholy.” 

“Fine, fine.” He takes the helmet from you. “Finish getting dressed if you wanna get there before sundown.” You grab his flight suit from the box, tossing it to him just before he shuts the fresher door. Searching through the box you find your cloak, Leaving behind the weapon you’ve come to learn is called the darksaber as you get ready. 

Lacing your boots and pulling the cloak over your head you give yourself a quick once over in the mirror. 

Unrecognizable. 

As you turn to face the now opening fresher door you’re hit with a wave of nostalgia. The dark brown fabric of his flight suit now accompanied by scraps of armor that you’ve purchased over the years. The only actual beskar items being his leg and helmet, a helmet that you let your sons decorate to keep him from being recognized, neither one of you willing to take the risk of someone connecting the dots regarding his identity. 

Messy streaks of green paint run along the outline of his visor as he holds a hand out towards you. You eagerly take it, the two of you rushing outside to the bike, covered with a tarp. 

You happily wrap your arms around his waist as he kicks the engine to life, wasting no time before shooting off into the trees. 

You don’t mind living in secret as much as you used to, after all, it’s only temporary now. One night, every so often, isn't so bad. Especially now that it isn’t out of fear or necessity, now you do it simply for the sake of being unobserved. You aren’t exactly discreet about the fact that you are together. Although no one ever asks, it's more than apparent who the father of your girls is, and while nobody would dare question you about his parentage, Arin looks more and more like Din every day. 

But sometimes you just want to walk with him without everyone thinking about those things. 

So you wear different faces, and use different names, and go back to keeping secrets, just for a few hours. 

Din brings the bike to a screeching halt in the ship lot, handing over a fistful of credits and taking your hand once more. 

“Ready to go, Dorthea?” You can hear his big dopey grin as he drags you towards the bustling sounds of the vendors. 

“Of course, Oskar.” You follow behind him as he continues to pull you onward, wanting to get there in time to see the lights. 

It’s your favorite part of nights like these. 

Every colorful light turns on one by one and somehow also all at once, the flickering and shimmering of the colors as you stare up at them, Din’s hand in yours. It takes a few minutes but when it’s done it’s like the night sky is entirely lit up, your own personal set of stars. 

“Happy now?” He pulls you deeper into the markets while you nod, giving your hand a squeeze as you pull him towards the familiar stands, picking up a few different sweets and knickknacks as you always do. 

You point and giggle at anything particularly dirty. Somehow, despite all this time and his anonymity in this situation he still manages to get flustered when you dangle leather instruments in front of his face. 

His favorite part of nights like these is the music. 

You wouldn’t have suspected it based on how stiffly he dances but he loves nothing more than rocking back and forth with you on the cobblestone street.

Tonight a string band plays upbeat music and the square is full of people moving in circles around each other as everyone moves to the beat. When you pull your eyes from the frenzy of swirling vibrant fabrics he stands with his hand out, as if he even has to ask for such a thing. 

You wrap your arms around his torso as he spins you around, pulling you into the crowd, people parting to squeeze you into the space. You can’t speak, the music is too loud and you can’t see each other's faces but you still manage to remain in sync. He doesn’t wear gloves anymore, wanting to feel his hands against yours. You stay close, moving in sync, grins on your face as you press your veiled face against his helmet, wanting to be as close to him as possible. The lights shimmer against his armor, the beskar reflecting the lights as you move, colors melding together as his hands go from your hands, to your waist, then to your back, your bodies flush as you dance until you can barely stay upright. 

 You both stumble back into the cabin, giggling, giddy messes.

Tripping over each other as you get into bed, stripping layers off of each other in the process. 

And he loves you like it’s the first time. 

That’s how he always loves you now, never that panicked, fearful love where tries to take in every single drop of you for fear of never tasting it again. No, now he loves you like he can’t believe it. Every single time you unbutton your trousers or step out of your skirt he gawks like he’s never seen a pair of legs before. He’ll drop to his knees at the sight of your chest, no matter how many times he sees it. His devotion seemingly knows no bounds and as time carries on that fire refuses to die. 

The only difference is that he isn’t afraid to love anymore.

And neither are you. 

☆

The kids love the garden. 

Maybe even more than you do. They’re careful, even when they’re chasing each other around in circles, to never step on the flowers. None of them are running now though, Grogu, Arin, and Daisy are all with you in the gazebo. It never ceases to amaze him just how easily you can calm them down. Grogu sleeps in the crook of your arm while Arin sits by your feet. Din watches as the little one pricks his finger on the needle he’s currently weaving in and out of the hem of your skirt. He doesn’t fuss though, he’s tough, just like his mother. He flinched before furrowing his brows and continuing his work. Daisy lays on her stomach on the other side of you, crayons are scattered across the gazebo floor as she colors in her notebook. 

And you, in the center of it all, radiant, perfect, you. 

Reading one of your romance novels. 

Summer’s nearly gone now, the little ones are all bundled up in sweaters and scarves and you’re draped in a thick green shawl that you pull tighter around you as a crisp breeze blows by. 

He’d stand and stare at you as long as you’d let him if a tiny hand didn’t reach up and pinch his jaw. 

“Buir.” Lily snaps him back to reality. 

“Yes, ad?” He looks down at her, seeing your eyes represented in the little girl in his arms. 

“You’re starin’ at mama.” 

“That’s awfully perceptive of you.” He hums as she looks around, a look of concentration on her face as she stares at the ground where she continues to speak to him. 

“You say starin’ is rude.” 

“I’m allowed to stare at mama.” He has to stifle a laugh as she scolds him. 

“Why’s that?” 

“Because we love each other.” 

“If you say so.” She’s already lost in the conversation as she turns around in his arms, pointing at the yellow petals on their left. “Sunflowers.” 

“That’s right, beauty.” He continues to carry her tucked in one arm down the path. “What about those?” He nods in the direction of a bushel of pink flowers. 

“Tulips.” She’s always been so serious about the flora, just like you.

“Correct, brains.” He kisses the top of her head, brushing a stray curl out of her face as she points up ahead. 

“Daisies.” She announces proudly, turning to him for approval.

“When did you get so smart?” He gives her a shocked look that makes her crack a smile. 

“Mama taught me.” She states matter of factly as she crosses her arms. 

“Well then, your mother is very smart.”

“Smarter than you.” He gasps as she giggles. 

“That can’t possibly be true.”

He carries her over towards the daisies, pointing at the vibrant blue petals of the flowers beside them. 

“I’m just as smart as your mother, look, these are roses.” He pokes her in the belly as she shrieks. 

“No, buir!”

“Are you sure? Oh wait, you’re right, those are peonies.” He grins at her as she shakes her head wildly. 

“Buir! They’re lilies!” Her cheeks go rosy as she giggles, he gives her a confused look, squinting at the flowers one more time. 

“Are you sure? I’m almost positive those are daffodils…” He leans forward, kissing her chubby face as she continues to giggle. 

“Is he being mean to you?” Your voice fills the air as he turns, you’re holding your skirt up as you walk towards them, holding your arms out for Lily. 

“Me?” He says theatrically as he hands the squirming toddler to you as she reaches for her mother. “If anything she was being mean to me.” You always tell him that he was born to be a father, but you, when he looks at you he almost can’t believe just how good you are at it. Lily wraps her arms around your neck, she kisses your cheek as a tiny hand ever so carefully holds onto your necklace. With a small yawn, Lily buries her face in your neck as you smile, your eyes turning from your daughter to him. 

“You know she said you’re smarter than me?” He whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Kids say the darndest things, don’t they?” You smile and it’s like his heart wants to burst from his chest. 

“I’ll never get used to looking at you.” 

You always say that as if he doesn’t know what that feels like. Everytime you so much as enter a room he feels the same as he did the first time he saw you. 

“Where’s the rest of your ducklings?” 

“I took them back to the cabin, Daisy was sleepy so I assumed this one might be too.” You rub Lily’s back, the little one is seemingly already asleep in your arms. 

“Want me to take her back to the house?” He offers but you shake your head. 

“I have to go get your present anyway.” You grin. 

“I’ll be here.” He gives you a quick kiss before you turn in the direction of the house. 

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little nervous. You’re annoyingly good at gift giving. Despite the fact that you have already given him the greatest gift he could possibly ask for in the form of three little ones and loving his own like you carried him yourself. You still manage to one up him every time. 

While your competitive nature towards each other has lessened quite a bit from it’s initial amount it’s still a notable part of your marriage, anniversary gifts being the biggest competition of all. 

 The gazebo is empty when he returns to it, carefully stepping up onto the bench to reach into the rafters where he’s hidden your gift. He grabs the wooden box, stepping down just in time to watch you step inside with him.

“Can I go first?” Your fingers twitch as you nervously mess with your skirt. You look exactly the same as you did when you left which has him a little confused but still smiling. 

“Sure.” He sets the box down behind him, hopefully out of sight as he turns back to you. 

“Don’t be mad.” You have a sheepish smile on your face that already has him worried. 

“What could I possibly be mad about?” 

“You know how we always say that we aren’t going to use the seemingly infinite funds we have at our disposal?” You rock back and forth on your heels anxiously. 

“Yes…” 

“Because we don’t want them to be spoiled.” 

“I’m not following-” He really isn’t.

“Well I may have gone the tiniest bit overboard, and we never said we couldn’t spoil each other.” You bite your thumb nail as you stare at him. “If you don’t like it we don’t have to use it.”

“I’m starting to get nervous, sarad.” 

You reach into the pocket of your skirt, holding out a familiar little sphere.

“Grogu thought you might want this back.” You place the gear shift knob into his palm. “Happy Anniversary, Din.” He stares at you, bewildered as he rolls it between his thumb and forefinger. “Obviously it isn’t your ship exactly but it’s pretty damn close.” You muse softly and he nearly drops it. 

“Wait- you, you got me a ship?” 

“It’s in the lot by the markets we can go later-” He cuts you off, immediately wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you as he lifts you a few inches off the ground. 

“You found another Razor Crest?” He’s breathless as he feels a rush of gratitude that only you can give him swelling in his chest. 

“I built another Razor Crest.” You smirk, clearly pleased with yourself. “Grogu helped, of course, to make it authentic, and this one has less weapons and more child safety measures but other than that it should fly the same.” 

“You brilliant woman.” He can’t help but stare at you in disbelief, how he has been blessed by you will always be a mystery to him. 

“Now we can travel whenever you want, you always say you want to show them the galaxy.”

“I- I don’t know what to say.”

“Good, you talk too much.” You kiss him, he’s genuinely speechless, what do you do when the woman who has given you everything gives you more?

“Your turn.” He whispers, feeling even more nervous about his own gift now that you’ve given him what is quite literally the perfect gift. 

He hands you the simple wooden box with a little latch to keep it shut. 

“The failsafe?” You look up at him as he nods, popping clasp up as he opens it, holding it out towards you. 

“How did you- when did you?” Your eyes are growing wet as you stare into the box before looking up at him. 

“Took a little while to put it all together.” He murmurs, pushing the container into your hands until you finally take it. 

“You kept all of this? All this time?” 

“Do you like it?”

“Like it? I- It’s everything, Din, quite literally everything.” Tears flow freely now as you sniffle. You sit on one of the benches within the gazebo, carefully going through each and every item, looking more shocked than he was when you gave him your gift. 

He’s glad you like it, after all, it took him a few years to put it together. 

You sift through everything, wiping your eyes every so often as you do. 

A plastic blue lily, wrapped in black lace. A silver anklet with gaudy sapphire jewels dangling from the clasp. Several sheets of parchment with ink illustrations on them. A handful of pressed and dried leaves. A couple of pink and gold buttons. And a candy wrapper. 

The centerpiece of the gift being a rectangle wrapped in thin brown paper, tied with a green bow. 

You hold it carefully, he watches as your fingers trace the ribbon.

“That’s your real gift, the rest is just some stuff I saved.” 

“It’s a wonderful gift, Din.” You wipe a few stray tears on your shawl. “It’s all perfect.” You carefully peel back the paper until all that’s left in your hands is the tattered and worn book. 

The Smitten Paladin. 

He watches with a smile as you flip through it, realizing it isn’t any old copy of the book. It’s your copy. With his favorite color, and your rules written out within. 

“Oh, Din.” He watches as your face scrunches up with emotion, the way it does when the kids hit different milestones, or when the two of you finally got married. 

“How about we call this one a tie?” He can’t help but feel a sense of pride, finally finding you something on the same level as your gift. Of course it wasn’t an easy task to top a ship like that but a part of him can’t help but think that he couldn’t have found you a better gift than this.

“Actually…” You smile despite the puffy redness around your eyes and he groans.

“No actually, let me have this.” He pulls you to him, kissing the bridge of your nose first and then your lips, letting him indulge in you for only a moment before pulling back. 

“Are you sure? It’s a pretty good gift, good enough to tip the scales.” 

“Fine.” He sighs, an exaggerated look of defeat crossing his face.

“Close your eyes.” He doesn’t argue with you, shutting his eyes as you manipulate his arms so he’s holding his hands out, feeling something extremely light being set in his palms. “Now open.” 

Socks.

Socks that are too small to currently fit any of his children. 

His heart races as he holds the little brown booties in his hands. 

“Are you serious?” He can feel his face getting hot, and his mouth going dry as he whispers, kneeling down in front of where you sit. 

“We can manage one more member of Clan Mudhorn. This does mean we’ll have to keep the nursery for a few more years, and expand the cabin-”

“I’ll build you a dozen cabins if that’s what you want.” His brain moves at a million miles an hour as he stares in awe at the gift that is you. “Dank farrik.” He can’t help it as he whispers to himself, hands on your stomach. 

“I win.” You tilt your head to the side, grinning at him as you take his face in your hands. 

“You win. Every single day you win because you gave me them and you gave me this.” He lets you pull him up to meet you halfway, kissing him once more. His hands on your hips. “I love you, so kriffing much.”   

“I love you.” You wrap your hands around his. How did he get this lucky? How is he deserving of this life you have given him? 

He holds your hand when you walk back to the cabin, finding the children in the main room, making themselves a pillow fort as you rush to help them he watches from the sidelines. 

He spent a lot of time watching you. 

Watching you wander, and read throughout the castle. 

It’s hard for him to believe that now he gets to watch you be a riduur and mother.

Because of you he gets to have a home.

Because of you he has a bed, and a house. Because of you he found his way back to Grogu, and now he has three more little ones and another on the way. 

Because of you he can just be a man, a riduur, and a father. 

With you he can just be Din.

☆

a/n : i'm like sick to my stomach with crying so that's cool lmao. i thought i would have more to say but this is it and i'm proud of it and i'm happy to have shared it. i can't believe i was lucky enough to have so many people to share this story with. from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

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[cinnamostar]

drunken confession

pairing : jeongin x gn!reader

summary : jeongin is hopelessly in love with his best friend and finds himself drunkenly confessing his love

wc : 3.2k (got carried away)

cw : unrequited love (soz), best friends, angst, sadness, alcohol/drinking, allusion to hook ups, non idol!au, post college, let me know if i missed anything

a/n : this wasn’t suppose to be very long. I kinda hate the ending but let me know whatcha think! also im still on my phone so i apologize for any mistakes made :’)

jeongin sighs heavily, vexation all over his face as he watches you from a distance, the empty seat in front of him mocking his lonesomeness. his grip on the now empty cup of coffee tightens in frustration, his knuckles turning white as the poor disposable cup collapses onto itself due to his strength, while yours still remains full on the other side of the table, likely losing all its warmth at this point.

he couldn’t quite understand what he was feeling and what he has been feeling the past few months, but it was becoming extremely irritating to constantly feel this sinking feeling in his chest whenever your attention was ripped away from him. he hated the bitter taste that filled his mouth every time you’d talk to him about your latest date, how he had to force a smile, and pretend he was happy for you even though he could feel his stomach churn over every detail you shared. it was miserable, it was becoming unbearable as time went on, yet there was no way he could ever resist an opportunity to spend time with you.

despite the difficult emotions of jealousy, the moments where he was able to have you all to himself, he felt like he was floating through time and that the stresses of life no longer existed. the impeding doom of growing up and adulthood was nowhere to be found when he was with you, as you always infected him with childlike joy and laughter he dearly missed. your very presence had become absolutely addicting, finding himself craving your radiance and wanting nothing more to bask under the warmth of your personality.

somehow, you were able to create to this addicting cocktail of placidity and nervousness that he downed every day without hesitation. one that made him fidget with bubbling shyness and excitement, yet he had complete trust in your willingness to accept him wholly with no reservations. he knew your gentle touch would handle his glass heart gingerly, never daring to overlook a single scratch or mark on it, yet you had no idea that recently, you’ve been the cause and remedy of the microscopic cracks and tears his heart had been weathering. the naked eye would never be able to notice how your ignorance to his unwavering devotion to you brutalized his tender heart, how your inability to recognize his undying love for you was slowly causing his resolve to crumble down as he struggled to contain the truth of his emotions. and despite your lack of awareness, the flustering butterflies you’d inject him with would cause his entire body to overheat, turning him into a blushing mess, which ultimately melted away the very fissures you created. the constant push and pull of this relationship was becoming exhausting and jeongin knew he needed to say something soon, as it wasn’t your fault your best friend kept his true feelings clandestine from you.

but how? jeongin knew every detail of your love life, he had witnessed you go through countless partners, and he was certain he was far off your image of a potential suitor. he had his full trust in you, knowing that if you didn’t return those very feelings, it would never change the nature of your friendship with him, however the fear of rejection was absolutely paralyzing. he wasn’t afraid of losing his friendship with you, but he no longer knew if he could trust himself to not let it drastically impact your relationship with him, not knowing what an inevitable heartbreak would do to him. his silence was his prison, and fear was his captor.

especially now, something as simple as you catching up with an old classmate at the cafe you are both at sends his mind into a seething frenzy of jealousy and insecurity. he has no idea who this person is, but he hates witnessing how much they make you laugh and how they would so inconspicuously brush a hand against your arm in some lame flirtatious attempt. he doesn’t like how much you’re enjoying the conversation, and is desperately pleaing to whatever divine entity there is to smite that person away. he should be the one making you giggle so bashfully right now, not that guy.

eventually, you make your return to jeongin, but he doesn’t miss the fact that you just exchanged numbers with that mystery man. “ah, sorry about that! i didn’t realize how much time had gone by,” you apologize sheepishly, taking your seat while lifting the now lukewarm coffee to your mouth.

jeongin does his best to push aside the whirlwind of emotions he had just gone through, “it’s okay, it happens,” he shrugs off convincingly, “who was that?”

“that was minho! he was an old classmate of mine! we worked on a group project together in freshman year,” you respond with a playful smile tugging on your lips, “he’s kinda cute, hm?”

internally, jeongin could feel himself fall to his knees and scream, but instead, all he does is hum in agreement. “he’s pretty good looking,” his eyes avoiding your gaze, “i assume you got his number?”

you chuckle at his question, “of course i did!”

“nice,” is all he could muster out as he does his best to ignore the acidic taste jealousy that was traveling up from his gut.

“mhm, maybe i’ll text him and see if he wants to go on a date tonight or something,” you muse, “what do you think?”

jeongin finally looks into your eyes with furrowed eyebrows, “tonight?”

“yeah, why not tonight?”

“y/n, we have plans tonight,” he reminds you, exasperation in his voice, “we’re suppose to go out to celebrate felix landing that job.”

your lips round out into an ‘o’ shape, “ooh, you’re right… i definitely forgot, im sorry! i guess that’s for another day.”

he rolls his eyes, both jokingly and with annoyance, “you can get laid another time,” but you don’t miss the layer of spite in jeongin’s tone.

you raise your eyebrows in confusion, “are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” he mumbles while forcing a smile, yet you’re able to see through it.

“no, something’s wrong. i can tell,” you press on, “what is it? lately you’ve been so… agitated? i thought you were just stressed with work, so i wasn’t going to bring it up, but i’m starting to get worried, jeongin.”

right, you always were quick to pick up on jeongin’s mood, even if it was the slightest change, yet somehow you couldn’t pick up on the one thing he prayed for you to notice. “it’s nothing,” he responds, wishing nothing more for the topic to be changed, “don’t worry about it.”

“you know i’m going to worry about it anyway.”

“i know, i’m sorry, it’s just…” he pauses for a moment, anxiety filling him as he tried to search for some excuse you’d accept, “i’m not ready to talk about it yet.”

“that’s okay, but you know i’m always here for you. promise you’ll let me know what’s going on when you’re ready?” you ask sweetly, a delicate smile of concern adorning your features as you hold out your pinky finger, “pinky promise?”

he lets out a breathy laugh, unable to suppress a loving smile at your antics as the resentment he felt earlier washes away under your inviting warmth, “pinky promise.”

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the night arrives sooner than jeongin was prepared for, and he was way more buzzed than he planning on being. felix insisted on everyone taking a shot as soon as they arrived, even ordering 3 more rounds after that. it was safe to say that no one in the group was sober, but it seems like everyone was enjoying their time as they all cheer and clink their fourth shot of the night.

jeongin takes it upon himself to stay by your side the entire night, making sure you wouldn’t get yourself into any trouble in your drunken state, although he wasn’t the most reliable person in the room at the moment.

jeongin’s entire body is hot to the touch, likely the affects of the alcohol getting to him, but the drunken, lazy smile you flash him every now and then did not helping the growing red blush forming across his face. luckily, no one would expect you being the cause of his reddening face, but he was becoming uncomfortable sweaty as the night progresses.

perhaps it was his inebriated state, but jeongin often finds himself staring shamelessly at you, his heart overwhelming itself with affection at how stunning you look under the lowlights of the bar. there’s a subtle, yet enticing glow the alcohol brings out of you and he was absolutely enjoying how relaxed you seem in these moments. his heart would flutter and soar to the sky every time you’d laugh at one of his jokes, the way your eyes would become crescents and your nose would scrunch up caused him to bubble up with pride, and it had become his personal mission to continue to elicit that reaction from you.

although, much like other outings, something or someone would steal his spotlight and become the center of your attention. and it was just his luck that your old classmate, minho, happened to come to the same bar that night to celebrate something with his own friends.

usually, jeongin would be suffering from some case of anger and jealousy, but at this very moment, he wears a pitiful pout with somber eyes, his gaze catching the upsetting sight of you and minho flirtatiously giggling across the bar. he can feel himself sink deeper into his sadness, especially with the way you were leaning into minho every time he made you laugh, the way your hand would playfully swat his shoulder, god, did he wish that was him. how he envied the proximity you and minho were sharing, his heart trembling each time minho would lean into your ear to whisper something with a smirk, which clearly left you in a flustered state as you hid your face behind your hands.

this was an awfully cruel punishment, and he wonders what he had done in his past life to deserve this fate. eventually, a concerned chan notices the melancholic expression jeongin was wearing, and after following his line of sight, he was quick to connect the dots. the older man takes a seat next to jeongin and rests a comforting hand on his shoulder, “you like them, right?” he asks, using his other hand to point in your direction.

jeongin turns to chan, nodding his head while mumbling a hushed yes. chan offers a sympathetic smile, “and you haven’t told them?” again, jeongin can only shake his head, unable to produce a verbal response in fear his voice is would come out in a croaked sob.

“what’s stopping you?”

jeongin furrows his eyebrows at the ridiculous question chan asked, “why would i ever tell them when they’re clearly not into me?”

chan shrugs his shoulders, “well, you never really know. even if they don’t return your feelings, wouldn’t confessing help you move on? better yet, what if they do feel the same way? there’s only one way to find out.”

jeongin’s drunken brain was too fried to properly process chan’s words, turning his attention back to you and minho as he burns holes into minho’s head. “you’re telling me i have a chance? when they’re all over that guy?”

chan’s face cringes at the sight, “i mean…” he pauses, “you might..?” he says with uncertainty coloring his voice.

“you’re not a great hype man, chan,” jeongin responds dryly.

“hey! i’m trying to help while also being realistic with you,” he exclaims while raising his hands up defensively.

jeongin sighs, “i know, it just… it just sucks.”

suddenly, jeongin notices you leaving minho’s side and are now approaching his table. chan takes note of this, patting jeongin’s back as he makes his exit, “i’ll leave you to it,” leaving him with a small wink.

you appear in front of jeongin with a giddy smile on your face, leaning into his ear to whisper, “hey, i think i’m heading out now.”

he snaps his head to you, narrowing his eyes, “what?”

“yeah, with minho!” you respond coyly, unable to hide the widening grin on your face.

“y/n, no, you’re way too drunk right now,” he replies sternly, grabbing hold of your wrist before you try to make an escape.

a whine escapes you, “but jeongin! i’ve done this before, i’ll be okay. plus, he’s drunk too!”

“no,” he huffs, “i’m not letting you. besides, you’re suppose to be here for felix, not minho.”

“i’m sure felix wouldn’t mind!”

“i definitely do mind!” his voice raises as the anger he had been suppressing finally makes its appearance.

you’re taken aback by this, worry etching onto your features once more, “are you okay?” you ask, confused as to why jeongin now cares about this, as usually he has been rather supportive of your adventures in the past.

jeongin’s not thinking before he speaks, and he swears his drunkenness is going to get him in big trouble as he curtly replies to your question, “no, no i’m not and i haven’t been for awhile. but who cares, y/n. just go have fun with your hook up.”

your mouth drops open in surprise, “jeongin, what’s wrong? talk to me,” you’re slurring over your words, but your eyes are wide with worry and concern for your best friend who was clearly being afflicted by something. “minho can wait, jeongin. what has you so upset right now?”

“i-“ jeongin squeezes his eyes in frustration, trying to bite back his response as he rubs his temples, feeling a headache come on. “you! you’re what’s wrong!” he moans out, mentally cursing at himself as he watches himself create a mess.

“… me?”

“yes, you.”

you were silent as you watch jeongin put his head down on the table, your brain trying to understand jeongin’s few words, but the alcohol was doing a number on your thinking, struggling to come to any understanding. “i’m… i’m sorry?”

“it’s not your fault,” he mumbles, still hiding his face from your gaze, “it’s my own fault. it’s not your fault that i’m an idiot.”

“no, you’re not dumb, jeongin,” you reply, “look at me. tell me what i did.”

jeongin sighs, peeling himself from the table he was slumping over to meet your concerned eyes. “nothing. you did nothing, but…” he stops himself, unsure whether he should continue with his words as a surge of nerves causes his body to run cold. the anxious anticipation filling him as the words were just on the tip of his tongue, his heart pounding through his chest as his eyes struggle to focus on yours.

“but what?”

he bites his lip as his heart clamors away in his chest, the loud chatter of the bar suddenly fading away in the background as his face grows warmer than before. is this really happening? is he really going to say it right here, right now? while you both are far from being sober? this is not how ever envisioned this moment going, this was far from it and was plenty less romantic than he would’ve liked it to be, but his mind didn’t care about the current circumstances and was operating purely off the raw emotions his body was feeling. reason and logic had flown out the window, and the liquid courage was going to force him into a confession he was not prepared for.

“i’m in love with you.”

the world stills as soon as the words left his mouth, which instantly dries from the nervousness he was feeling. his hands slightly shaking as he tried to examine your face as frantic energy takes over his once angry demeanor. your face pales at his confession, your mouth twitching as you try to conjure up an appropriate response in that moment, but he knew from the lack of excitement in your face that you did not feel the same way about him. his heart ached and writhed in pain, one he always prepared for mentally, but the anguish was far more greater than he could’ve imagined as his chest collapses onto itself, his breath becoming shallow as he held back the ugly sobs threatening to spill out his lips.

“i’m so sorry, jeongin, i… i’ve never thought of you that way,” you ramble apologetically as your wore a pitying face.

jeongin only nods, shooing you off with a hand, not fully trusting himself to open speak.

“jeongin…”

“its okay,” he whispers in a quivering voice, hurt reverberating from each syllable, tears slipping down his rosy cheeks “just… go. it’s okay.”

part of you feels wrong to leave your best friend a sobbing mess all alone, wanting nothing more to comfort him, but you knew it was best to respect his wishes when you were the cause of his pain. “okay,” you whisper, a layer of guilt washing over you as you rush over to chan, whispering in his ear asking if he would watch over jeongin for the rest of the night. chan reassures he’ll be okay and that he’ll take care of him, not before asking you where you were headed. “ah, i’ll just go home… i don’t really think i should be here anymore,” you respond.

chan opens his mouth with raised brows “with that guy?” he inquiries, pointing towards minho.

the question earns chan a stern look from you, “i’m not that mean, no, not with him. i’m taking an uber home…. alone...”

chan laughs, “hey, i’m not judging if you do… you know…” quickly making an inappropriate motion with his hands that causes to slap his arm.

“chan.”

“just saying! nothing wrong with it, but don’t worry, he’ll be in good hands! i’ll let pretty boy know you went home alone, definitely not with that guy.”

“please be serious,” you plead, not wanting to rub salt on jeongin’s wound.

“alright, don’t worry about it. i got it,” he promises, waving you off as he walks back to a tearful jeongin whose slouched in his seat. “hey bud,” he whispers affectionately, wrapping a secure arm around his shoulders, “it didn’t work out, but i’m proud of you for doing it. it’s okay, this will pass too.”

jeongin wipes his tears away, taking a deep breath in to steady his voice as he sits himself up, “it’s fine, it’s fine. i’ll get over it soon enough.”

“right, you will.”

“just sucks a lot right now.”

“it does, but it’ll pass.”

“they’re going to fuck him anyway, right?”

“no comment.”

jeongin groans once more, throwing his head back while he sniffles. he knew his chances with you were nonexistent from the start, he saw this coming long ago, but it didn’t change how agonizing the pain of heartbreak was, and he foolishly realized all the time he spent avoiding it only worsened its blow. perhaps he should’ve ripped the bandage off sooner, but at the end of the day, it was his fault for falling in love with his best friend who never showed an ounce of interest in him. though, somehow, even if you were the one to break his heart, he knew you’d be the one to help him mend it once more.

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[amyispxnk]

My Sunshine

Summary - Things are getting bad again and you know Joel would be there to help you in the blink of an eye, but you can't help but feel guilty for even feeling this way - so burdening him with your emotions is out of the question. You try to hide how you feel from him, but you know you can't. He knows you too well.

A/N: SO. i am positively struggling at the moment. with life and just everything. and my lonely ass is in need of some comfort, especially when i feel like.. yk, shit. and feeling like doing shit to myself which is not very good 😊. but i could not find a single comforting fic about self harm, and i get that it’s a very sensitive subject - but my god i need this comfort so please let me indulge for a moment.

And going back to how self harm is a very sensitive subject - please heed the warnings and tread carefully. this entire thing is about self harm and comfort when struggling with it, so please be cautious.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader (could possibly be read as gn but I've used things like sweet girl and his girl so)

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: self harm (not explicitly described or anything, but reader struggles with it), fluff, comfort, established relationship, angst, one mention of drugs (i used it as a.. simile, or whatever, nobody’s taking or has taken any drugs!), crying, kisses, pet names, bad thoughts, questioning the purpose of life, brief perspective change, INCREDIBLY BRIEF MENTION OF SMUT (one word.)

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

Joel opens the door with a sigh, toeing off his boots and calling out your name as he walks into the living room, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around you, breathe in your comforting scent and bask in your equally comforting embrace after a hard day of work. Normally you’d be in the living room, watching TV, maybe reading a book, or in the kitchen, cooking dinner, baking something new you’d found on the internet. But you weren’t today. It’s eerily quiet and he calls out your name again, breaking the silence with his loud voice as he walks up the stairs.

“Dariln’?” He asks as he pushes open the door to your bedroom; you’re not there either. He’s ready to start panicking since he’s checked just about every room of the house when he hears your voice coming from the bathroom.

“Just a minute!” You say, and he exhales with relief when you walk out of the room and up to him, giving him a small smile. It’s one of those smiles which doesn’t make your face look brighter or your eyes crinkle at the corners, no, it’s one of those smiles which you offer to him quickly to reassure him that everything’s okay, please don’t worry about me when you’re probably so stressed already.

“How was work?” You ask as your arms come around his neck and you hug him, breathing him in, holding him a little tighter than usual.

“Was a little tiring today, our supplier messed up the size of the headers and- Sorry, probably don’t mean nothin’ to ya.” He trailed off with a sheepish smile as his right hand came to the back of your neck, tilting your head back a bit so he could kiss you.

You melted into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed as you lost yourself in it. No matter how many times you kissed him, you’d never get enough of the feeling that came with it. Joel's kiss was like a drug, and you were addicted.

His hands skim up your sides but you pull back abruptly, wrinkling your nose. “You smell, Joel. Go shower.” You chuckle weakly and hit him playfully on the chest.

“Mm, I thought you like ‘em a little dirty?” He teased, making you scoff and shake your head as a smirk crept onto your lips.

“Not today. Get.” You told him sternly, still smiling nonetheless as he walked past you to go shower. The smile slipping from your face with ease as the door slides shut behind you.

A few hours later, showers have been taken, dinner made and eaten, and the both of you are now sat on the couch. Joel decided it was a good idea to watch a movie, putting on his favourite - Curtis and Viper 2 - much to your dismay. You swore that you’ve seen this damn movie so many times you’d be able to quote the entire thing word for word, but he still put it on, insisting that it was a classic and it wasn’t like you had any better ideas anyway.

You'd both come to learn that during movie nights, you'd always end up either falling asleep on his shoulder or you were both fucking before even the halfway mark.

Tonight you were curled into Joel's side, silently watching the movie with him. Well, not really watching the movie, just kind of watching the screen. Staring at the pixels and letting the sounds of the film and the world around you in through one ear, out the other.

You were lost in your thoughts, that was happening more often nowadays, mindlessly picking at your nails as you pondered on questions that were far too heavy to ponder this late at night. What's the point of life if we're all going to die one day? Why am I always so hopeless? Why can I never find the purpose in anything? Why am I getting worse at hiding these bad feelings? What if I get too miserable one day and Joel stops loving me? What if I'm just a burden to him?

The final two questions hit you hard, making you do a sharp inhale as you suddenly sit up, startling Joel in the process.

He turns to face you wearily, eyebrows furrowed. “Baby? What's wrong?” He asks quietly, arm coming around you and pulling you back into his side as he kisses your hair.

“‘s nothing. Sorry. Just tired- I think I'm gonna go to sleep.” You mumble, gently extracting yourself from his hold.

He frowns deeper. “Y’ don't wanna stay with me and finish the movie? Even though I know you weren't watching.” He attempts to tease lightly, wanting to lift the mood.

“No, um- you stay and watch it, that's okay. I'm gonna go to sleep now. Goodnight.” You say hurriedly, forgetting to even give him a goodnight kiss before you're up the stairs and in the bedroom, closing the door a little too quickly and praying the slam of it didn't further his concern.

Your back is pressed against the door as you grip the handle tight, eyes squeezing shut as you try to slow your breathing. It's not working, and you just want it to stop. You don't want to be upset, you don't want to feel like you're drowning in your own emotions again, you don't want Joel to find you crying upstairs in your room.

And the only thing you can think of doing is harming yourself. It's been on your mind a lot recently, as your sadness starts to get a little bit too much and you can't find any way to extinguish it. It feels like it's consuming you and you can only think about the last time things got like this. About how you dealt with it.

It would be so easy. You knew how to do it. But you couldn't bring yourself to. You'd be failing him, you saw how upset he was when he found out what you were doing last time and you didn't want to make him feel bad ever again.

You just didn't want to be a burden.

The door slams upstairs and Joel’s frown deepens. His hand goes for the remote, turning off the TV. He's seen this movie enough times, he thinks.

He slowly goes up the stairs and makes his way to your bedroom, wanting to make sure everything's okay.

You were definitely a little off tonight, zoning out and not being as talkative as you normally were, giving him a reason to already be a little concerned. Then you practically ran upstairs a minute ago, seeming panicked and making him worry even more.

He's at the door now, gently coaxing it open, and he's met with darkness. Darkness and silence.

He whispers your name, closing the door behind him as he flicks the light switch on, jumping slightly when he sees that you're right there, sat on the edge of the bed.

You turn to face him and he immediately notices how your face is wet with tears, eyes swollen and red, hair slightly dishevelled.

His heart effectively breaks at the sight of you.

“Baby- what's wrong?” He asks, concerned as ever, as he rushes over to you.

You rub at your eyes furiously, blinking back any further tears as you swallow.

“Nothing- nothing's wrong, Joel-” Your voice wavers as you speak and there's clearly something wrong - why you try so hard to hide it from him is beyond him.

He gently pulls your hands away from your face and holds them together in your lap.

“There's somethin’ wrong, sweetheart. I can see it.” He says softly, his thumb brushing away another tear that’s slowly trailing down your cheek.

You're completely silent, lip quivering.

You don't want to be a burden. If you tell him, he'll get upset and then he'll try to help you, even though you feel like nobody can. You'll just end up being a burden.

You shake your head, squeezing his hand as you do.

“Baby please. Talk to me.” He pleads with you, cupping your cheek and looking at you with so much care and worry that it makes you want to sob all over again.

“I just feel like shit.” You mumble so quietly he almost missed it. “I-” you start, but you just sigh frustratedly, digging your nails into your palms. “I feel.. really bad, again. It almost feels worse this time and it just makes me want to hurt myself. To make it all stop.” You say through clenched teeth, upset and afraid and so, so angry with yourself for admitting how you feel. You do it so much easier now but only because you and Joel had worked so hard to get rid of these defensive walls you'd built around yourself, walls that forced you to conceal your feelings and bottle your emotions.

“Oh, sweet girl.” He frowns, sitting on the bed and turning you to face him a little more. You don't want to look at him. You don't want to see him getting upset and worrying about you. You can't bear it.

So you keep your eyes clamped shut and continue talking. “My thoughts were just getting so.. so loud. And I don't know how to make it stop, and I almost- I just thought it would help.” You're shaking, he can feel it. Little shivers across your entire body, making your breath tremble as you exhale and inhale shakily. “I'm so sorry, Joel. I'm sorry.” You start to sob and he feels like doing the same, because he hates seeing you like this. If he could take all the pain away, force it onto himself so you didn't have to bear it, he would.

He pulls you closer to him, into his lap as he cradles you and rocks you slightly, pressing soft kisses to your forehead and resting his head there.

“Baby, please stop apologisin’. You aren't doin’ anything wrong and.. I know it's hard. It's hard to stop yourself from relapsin’, but you've done so well. ‘m so damn proud of ya, because you've gone so long without hurtin’ yourself. And it's doin’ good for ya; you might not realise it but I do. You’re so much happier now without it, ya like a fuckin’ ball of sunshine.” He teases, making you let out a watery chuckle. He pauses for a moment to brush away your tears, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love you. So so much. And I don't want to see you in pain like that ever again. I don't want my sunshine to go away, and I don't think you want her to either.”

You nod slowly, rubbing at your face as the final tears slip past your eyelids, looking up at Joel again.

He held you and you both talked for what must have been hours after that. You discussed what was really bothering you, how you could try make it better. Distractions helped, you decided. Joel proved to be a good distraction, as you ended the night listening to him talk about just about anything from the new diner that opened up in town to that one story from his childhood which made you snort with laughter every time (one which consisted of little Joel falling ‘head over heels in love’ with a girl when he was in elementary school, deciding to profess his love to her by writing a sappy poem for her and reading it to her in front of quite a large group of people.. only to be turned down. Naturally, he would've been, considering she was a fucking 16 year-old!)

He knew that that story would be the one to make you crack a smile, even if it was a small one, he just wanted to make his girl happy again.

You did a little more than smile, giggling so much you went red because that story never really gets old.

“There she is.” He murmured affectionately, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear and kissing the tip of your nose, then your cheek, then your lips.

It was a brief, yet loving, one, as he pulled back from the kiss and stroked your hair as your eyes fluttered shut.

Joel pulled you closer to him, your head now resting on his chest as your eyes fluttered closed from his soothing touch.

“G’night, babygirl.” He murmured, unsurprised when you didn't answer since you had already fallen asleep.

He stares up at the ceiling and he feels happy despite everything that happened tonight, because he feels good knowing that he can give you that solace and comfort that you just need so desperately sometimes, just like he gave you in the hours that passed. He'd do it a million times and more if it was for you.

Thank you sm for reading, I hope you.. enjoyed? Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated and requests are open. 💞

Note: My heart really goes out to you if you struggle with self harm. It's not easy to deal with and even harder to stop doing it once you've started, but you're not alone. Even if you feel like you have no one to talk to, there are countless places and websites you can look at which offer things like helplines and anonymous chats if you're struggling, and also give healthy solutions and alternatives etc. to self harm. You're so loved. Things might seem impossible but never give up. It will get better one day.

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[elixirfromthestars]

My Dearest

Pairing: Duke!Bucky Barnes x Lady!Reader (Regency Era AU — Bridgerton Inspired ) 

Summary: On the night of Lady Maximoff’s ball you find yourself in the gardens, troubled by your emotions. As if by fate, the rain pours down reuniting you with the one who is the very object of your troubles.

Word Count: 3k

Warning(s): heartbreak / angst / longing / implications of cheating / rejection / creative liberties for this era (yes I did do research, but bear with me if there are any inaccuracies in this piece of fiction 🤍) / PDA -> stays at a TV-14 level / a surprise cameo / female reader

a/n: This little piece has been in the works since I got into the Bridgerton series. Binge-watching the spinoff Queen Charlotte this weekend gave me the motivation to finish this piece. Thank you for reading! 🤍 Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!! ❤️

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Your fingertips poked at the surface of the water in the fountain. Unstemmed red carnations danced along the water to the rhythm of the ripples. The faint music of the ballroom was ever so slightly drowned out by the stream pouring from the fountain at the center of the garden. You were sitting on the edge of it, hoping to ease your nerves with some fresh air. You wished you had brought a coin with you to throw in the fountain and wish your worries away. 

Wishes, however, were for children and the fairytales they believed in. You were no longer a child nor were you in a fairytale—much to your dismay. Your father made sure you knew of this, reminding you of your duties at every possibility. As the only child of the one and only Earl L/n, you were expected to marry into a higher status. Your mother, on the other hand, wished for you to marry for love and nothing more. 

You thought you had found both—you almost had both. 

Unfortunately, the one you truly desired broke your heart before he even fully had it. You pushed the thought of him away, for he was the very reason your emotions were an entangled mess. 

You looked down at your ball gown, its baby blue color muted by the lack of lighting in the approach of nightfall. You tugged at the ends of it lightly, wanting nothing more than to be at home wearing your nightgown instead. One of your favorite romance novels in hand, basking in the warmth of the fireplace. You always dreamed of having your own happily ever after, and for a while, you thought you had. A love story any poet would be over the moon to muse over. 

You were sadly mistaken.

A few droplets of rain plopped themselves onto your arm. You scanned the sky above you, the once royal blue evening turning a smoky grey. A clear sign it would soon start to rain. It was only a slight drizzle, making you realize a few of those fallen droplets weren’t from the clouds above, but from your very own eyes. 

You couldn’t let the prince see you like this.

You rose from your spot and searched the garden for a place to compose yourself. In the near distance stood a greenhouse decorated with overgrown ivy, obstructing the view of the inside. A perfect place to hide away from your troubles and the rain.  

You lifted the ends of your ball gown, making sure to not muddy or tear any part of it, as you made your way to the greenhouse. You stepped inside, immediately enamored with the various flora surrounding you. You knew Lady Maximoff treasured her garden, but never in your wildest dreams could you have conjured up the breathtaking view before you.

You strolled along the path, taking it all in. The rain started to come down in a pour, ridding any outside noise from coming through. Thus making it harder to hear the footsteps that were approaching you.

“ Y/n? My dearest, what are you doing here?” You froze in your spot, recognizing the voice of the one who broke your heart. You turned to see James Buchanan Barnes the Duke of Brooklyn standing a few feet away from you, drenched from head to toe. It seems he too was caught in the rain. 

“ Your grace, my apologies. I did not know you were here. Please excuse me,” you attempted to remove yourself from the situation, but he wouldn’t let you. Stopping you by your hands, holding them delicately. 

A frown overtook his features,“ Why do you address me so formally? Have we not grown past this?”

You swallowed hard, not wanting to dwell on this topic of conversation for long,“ We did, but like anything that grows, there comes a time when it withers. We have withered.” 

You yanked yourself from his grasp, his mouth parting in disbelief, “ Y/n, what are you saying? Is this because of the prince? Have you indeed traded your love for me for the status he can bring you?” He threw the accusation in your face with such disdain you felt as though he had struck you. 

A rage bubbled within you. 

“ How dare you? Do you truly think so little of me? I would have given up the world for you. You, however, would never have done the same,” you turned to walk away again and he swiftly maneuvered his way in front of you, blocking your path. You felt tears prickle at your eyes, but you forced yourself not to cry in front of him. 

“ I apologize. I did not mean to insult you. It is only that you have been so cold toward me lately, and I do not understand why. At tonight’s ball, all I wanted was to have you in my arms once more and instead, I had to stand there like a fool watching you dance with the prince. I left for the gardens when the incessant rumors of a marriage between you two were all anyone could talk about,” his eyes searched yours for an answer, resentfulness lacing his every word. 

You looked down, not being able to meet his eyes, “ I do not have to justify myself to you. And those rumors. . .are not rumors. I believe the prince should propose any day now.” By the end of your sentence, you feigned what little confidence you had left and fixed your posture, ready to face James with a steady gaze. However, as soon as you met his eyes you found yourself taking a step back. 

James looked at you like he had taken a bullet to the heart.

“ And what of us? My dearest, I do not understand what I have done wrong. Tell me, so that I may fix it. I cannot bear to lose you,” his hand reached for yours to pull you in closer. You side stepped his advances, his hand recoiling at your relentless rejection. 

You took in a deep breath, a sigh escaping your lips,“ You already have. The moment you decided to entertain other women while claiming your heart was mine. I am the fool for believing your grace was honest about courting me.” Irritation crept its way back into your heart at the memory. 

This caught his attention as he stared at you with a puzzled expression,“ Is that what this is about? Y/n, you must know that was merely for diplomacies—for business. ”

You bit the inside of your lip to refrain from insulting the man in front of you. “ Then that is what I was then, merely a means to a business transaction between you and my father. Did you think I would not find out? My father would have never invested in that mine of yours if it were not for him believing we were courting. It was no coincidence that as soon as the papers were signed you were seen with Lady Natasha alone in your home,” you paused for a moment, realizing you had raised your voice at James, causing you to take a deep breath before continuing, “ You should be grateful my father is not holding you to any responsibilities since he is now focused on assuring I become royalty.” 

James’ fists were clenched at his sides,“ How could you doubt my honor? How could you ever doubt that my heart is anyone's but yours? My business with Lady Natasha is nothing but a misunderstanding. I swear on my honor.” 

You scoffed, “ Your honor means nothing to me. Your reputation of being the most prolific Rake in town precedes you. I should have believed everyone when they warned me.” His lips formed a tight line, an impatience overtaking him, “ You should know by now my darling, I do not care what others whisper in the shadows. You are all I care about, and if that is what you truly think of me then—you wound me.” 

You shook your head, ready to retaliate once more with your words when he swiftly made his way to you and held you by your shoulders. “ I love you. I am certain what fuels this frustration and hatred toward me is the love you feel for me,” his voice was gentle, his features softening. His eyes held you in your place, as your body longed to be closer to him. A mere touch and a part of you was already screaming at you to forgive him. 

The two of you stood there for a moment, staring at each other’s eyes not saying a word. You had no strength to pull away from his grasp, “ Your heart will move on. It will find love in another,” your response was reduced to a whisper by the end. You weren’t sure if you were trying to comfort him or yourself with your words. 

He shook his head, “ My dearest, the heart here has no say. I cannot say I love you with all my heart for it will one day stop beating. I love you with my entire soul, for my love for you will live on with it for all eternity. I am forever bound to you.” James’ declaration tugged at your heartstrings. 

“James. . .” his name dropped from your lips in a pleading whisper. Whether that was for him to stop or keep going—you weren’t sure anymore. You were left speechless. Any protests or rebuttals that were initially in your mind were gone with one declaration. He pulled you in closer—if that were possible—and embraced you, planting a passionate kiss on your lips. You returned it with as much intensity.  

You melted into each other, the reciprocated love burning into you. This one kiss ignited within you all of the feelings you were trying so desperately to extinguish. James tasted of wine and smelled of sandalwood, a combination you found strangely addicting. 

One of James’ hands slipped down your back, your own gravitating to the nape of his neck. He pressed his body against yours, a small gasp escaped your lips allowing him to deepen the kiss. The continuous kisses he bestowed upon you grew needier by the minute. If his words weren’t getting through to you, he wanted to make sure his lips did. 

His mouth moved down to your neck, continuing to show his devotion to you. Your body betrayed you as it leaned to the side giving him easier access. You held in a breath at the sensation. It was evident no one could make you feel the way James does.

This was the opposite of what you had been striving for these last few weeks. Your father made it clear to you how important it was for the family for you to rise to the status of a princess. The prince had been kind and charming, but he was no match for James. You knew there was no argument to be had with your father since now that a prince was interested in you, there was no way in hell he was going to accept a Duke as his son in law. You didn't care and figured that in time he would forgive you once he realized how in love James and you were. You hoped he would see what your mother saw and accept this path to your happiness. 

That was before the incident.

  A month ago you took a carriage ride to James’ home accompanied by your Lady’s maid Kate. The purpose of this escapade was to confide in James over your father’s intentions. Unbeknownst to you, his true intentions would be brought to light instead. 

Your carriage was merely a block away when you spotted them. They were laughing as James’ footmen escorted both him and Lady Natasha inside. There was no one else in sight and no one else entering the home with them. This meant they were in there alone and unchaperoned. Only impatient lovers would resort to such means knowing a scandal could break out if they were caught.

You clutched at your chest, overwhelmed with the way it ached. You felt as though James had come up to you and ripped it out of your chest, exposing it to everyone to gawk and laugh at. To laugh at how stupid Lady Y/n had become in thinking the biggest Rake in town had truly, madly, and deeply fallen in love with her. 

Kate took you in her arms and ordered the coachmen to take the long way back home. You sat there, crying into her shoulder throughout the entire journey. You vowed that day to never fall for James’ charms ever again.  

The memories of that day hit you full force and knocked the air out of you. Your body caught up to your brain and with as much strength as you could muster you pushed James off of you. He looked shaken by your reaction, staggering back almost tripping over a cluster of purple hyacinths. 

With your anger at his betrayal still fueling you, you lifted your chin in the air and spoke your final words to him,“ You cannot water what has already withered and believe it will come back to life.” 

You didn’t bother to look at him this time, knowing too well the expression on his face was one that would make your resolve crumble in an instant. You quickly turned and ran out of the greenhouse and back into the garden. The rain was still coming down in a pour, soaking you from head to toe. Tears were streaming down your face and the ends of your ball gown were now covered in mud. In spite of that, you continued to run to the furthest part of the garden closest to the carriages and farthest from Lady Maximoff’s manor.

You were yearning to be home—to be in your mother’s arms and bask in her comfort. To have Kate prepare you the warmest cup of tea and sugary scones to indulge in. Anything to remove the taste of wine and the smell of sandalwood that was now deeply imbedded into your senses. This in hopes to forget the events of tonight ever happened. 

“ Miss Y/n, you are soaked to the brim, we must get you home. I shall fetch the Marchioness at once,” your coachman draped a blanket from the servant’s quarters over your shoulders and helped you into your carriage. You hugged it tightly against you as the coachman walked away to get your aunt, the Marchioness of Syracuse. You had completteley forgotten she was the one who accompanied you tonight. How were you going to explain your current state to her? 

“ Miss Y/n?”

That voice—you know that voice.  It belonged to the person you least wanted to see at this moment. A lady should never let a prince see her like this. 

“ Your Highness, I beg of you not to look in the carriage. I was caught in the rain and I am not proper,” the door of the carriage was wide open, the prince’s emerald green attire coming into view. You angled your body so that he could only see the bottom half of your ball gown, hiding your face from him. 

“ Your wish is my command, my lady,” he stood by the entry of the carriage facing froward, his side profile visible to you. Your shoulders relaxed, relieved he didn’t have to see you at your worst. His personal attendant was beside him, holding an umbrella above him to ensure his royal highness was not touched by the rain. 

“ I must thank you for bestowing upon me the pleasure of dancing with you tonight. I regret we did not get to spend more time together. You looked absolutely breathtaking in your dress,” he complimented you, bringing a smile to your face. “ You flatter me, your Highness—thank you. I will make sure to not get caught in the rain next time, so that our dances may continue.” You made light of your situation, bringing out a soft chuckle from him. 

“ No matter if there is rain. I would gladly charge right into the storm of it if it meant I could have you by my side,” he stated, a warmth overtaking your cheeks. Any flirtations coming from another man other than James were foreign to you and flustered you easily. James’ flirtations were inviting and expected, while others were far from it. They felt wrong to hear and to accept. In doing so, it was as if you were being disloyal to James. 

You would have to keep reminding yourself there is nothing more to be disloyal to. 

“ You’re too kind, your Highness. I am not sure it is worth catching an illness over this weather for a dance,” you responded, trying to keep your voice gentle and light. You didn’t want any negative emotions to take charge just yet. They could do so once you were in the privacy of your bedchambers. 

“ For me it is. You are worth it, Miss Y/n,” the prince had never confessed his love to you, but with this sentence, it was clear his feelings toward you were much stronger than you had previously believed. Many proposals were given on attraction alone—to have a proposal based on love was the rarest of blessings. 

You stilled in your seat, his words making your heart skip a beat. From the bottom of your heart it was clear to you, you were not in love with this man. Nonetheless, you thought, maybe in the future you would. Maybe if you tried hard enough your heart could move on even if your soul refused to. 

“ Oh! Prince Loki, your highness, what a pleasure to see you here with my niece. . .” your aunt arrived just in time, saving you from having to respond. Your mind wandered off, your aunt’s voice and the prince’s getting lost in the background as they spoke to one another. 

You draped the blanket over your head to cover the stream of tears that refused to stop flowing. If you pretended to be asleep than you could avoid all of your aunt’s pestering questions on where you had snuck off to while the prince was waiting for you. 

No, you did not love Prince Loki.

Yes, you were in love with James Barnes the Duke of Brooklyn.

However, for the sake of a love lost along with fulfilling your duty, you would have to learn how to love another. 

Rake:  A rake is a 19th-century term for a womanizer or a man who flaunts their exploits with women and avoids any real romantic attachments.

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[puffleyia]

changing room shenanigans

Cedric Diggory x fem!hufflepuff!reader (1.8k words) take this blurb. i haven’t written in awhile, too. Especially smut. but God forbid I starve, because I'm surviving off crumbs at this point. So-- i'm making my own food! :3 the fic is posted here, but you can also show some support on ao3. <33 https://archiveofourown.org/works/55057882

Warnings: smut, bjs

Summary: Eagerly, you watch Cedric during his quidditch practice, and even more so to finish. Getting a little impatient, you decide to follow him to the quidditch locker rooms. 

or

Soft dom Cedric tries out being a hard(ish) dom.

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You yawned as you stretched your stiff arms to get some movement in after a long night’s sleep, and your eyes still quite droopy. Eventually, you got yourself up and groggily got dressed in your uniform. As much as you’d like to stay in on such a fine Saturday morning, you didn’t wake up at the crack of dawn for nothing. Of course, being the supportive girlfriend you are, you promised Cedric you’d watch him during practice this weekend. You wouldn’t miss it for the world. Heading out of your dormitory, you decide to hang around in the common room. Cozying yourself up on one of the couches, you wait for Cedric. You see some of his teammates leaving for practice already, greeting you as they pass by. After a few minutes, you finally spot him already dressed up in his quidditch attire, broomstick in one hand and offering his other to yours. You gladly take it. “G’morning, love,” he says in a low tone, almost whispering. He yawns as he talks to you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Morning,” you mumble in response. 

“Sorry you had to get up so early.” He said sincerely.

“S’fine, really,” you assure him.

You two started to make your way to the quidditch pitch. The journey was mostly silent, though being interrupted with an occasional yawn. It wasn’t an awkward kind of quiet, though– it was a comfortable kind, something you could bask in.

Words didn’t need to be said right now to express any emotion. Sometimes it was silence that spoke the loudest.

Upon arriving, you rush up to get on one of the tall, empty stands. The team quickly gets to work, wasting no time in practicing.

Time passed by slowly, but it wasn’t necessarily boring. Though you wouldn’t admit the fact that you liked seeing your boyfriend progressively get all sweaty and dirtied up from it a bit too much.

As much as you liked watching practice, more specifically Cedric, you would like it even more to end. 

After what felt like a while, or long enough, it finally came to an awaited end. It must’ve roughly eleven o’clock by then.

You hurriedly get downstairs and meet him on the quidditch pitch, watching him as he slowly descends then dismounting his broom and as his teammates do the same. Whilst the others head straight for the locker rooms, he runs up to you and gives a warm smile.

“Hey.. I’m a mess, aren’t I?” He chuckles, seemingly amused at himself. He keeps a distance yet still remaining close enough, not wanting you to get dirty. “I don’t mind, really,” you say as you peck his cheek. “You look good. You did great back there, by the way. Surely we’re going to win the cup this year.”

He feels a blush forming on his cheeks at your comments. “Thanks.” A brief pause before he speaks again, “I’ll be on my way to the locker rooms to take a shower. Just wait for me, okay, love? I’ll be quick.” 

He’s gone off before you even get to speak.

A few minutes go by, and you start to get impatient. You know you weren’t supposed to, but you did it anyway. You snuck in the locker rooms. By that time, it seems that the rest of Cedric’s team had been gone by then. 

You look for the changing rooms, and by some miracle you walk in on just the right time. The only occupied stall’s door flung open, only to reveal Cedric walking out with his trousers on and is in the middle of putting on his blouse— but you were able to get a peek of what was underneath. He looked fresh from the shower, too, with his hair all wet.

If this is what you get to see after every game, you might just sign up for the quidditch team at this point.

You admired the few moments you had when he was shirtless, how the droplets of water ran down his toned body. It was as if he were carved from marble. He takes notice of you, his face flushing at the unexpected visit. He was putting on his golden striped black tie at this point. 

“Hi,” was the first thing he said. “Hi,” you reply back, the two of you grin at each other during the awkward exchange.

“Why’re you here?” He stammered, still a bit surprised. It wasn’t that you haven’t seen him getting dressed before, no, you have plenty of times. It was just completely unpredictable of you to barge in like this.

Feeling a bit mischievous, you don’t answer his question and push him back into the changing room, joining in as well. It was obvious that it was definitely fit for only one person.

The air in the room shifted quickly to something hot and heavy, filled with enough tension so thick you could probably use a knife to cut it. Cedric didn’t waste a minute, crashing his lips against yours. He slithers his hands onto your waist, pulling you closer so that you feel yourself press up against one another. 

You didn’t think it’d escalate anything beyond a make-out session. Oh, you were so wrong.

Your breaths became shallow, too caught up in the moment to think of anything else. Taking you aback, he suddenly, but gently pushes you down so that you sink onto your knees. Before doing anything else though, Cedric makes sure that you’re okay with this.

Too worked up already, his hand tightly grasps your hair as he shoves your face onto his pants, which does a very poor job of hiding his hard on. “Ced–” you try to speak, but before you could say anything he’s already unzipped his pants and is currently shushing you up with his cock.

“Shhh, just take it.” 

Compliantly, you let him take the initiative of the situation. He wasn’t touching you– or more specifically touching you in a sense to please you. Right now, he was trying to get himself off. Using you. Which you found incredibly hot.

It definitely is way out of what Cedric is used to, since making you feel good is always his top priority. It wasn’t until a couple of days ago you had a talk about this, you encouraged that the both of you try something new. 

While he was hesitant at first (of course he wanted to put you first), you assured him you’d feel good all the same. In the end, you both agreed on Cedric trying next time to be more.. selfish? Selfish. And rough.

You just didn’t think the “next time” you talked about would happen now, of all situations. 

You feel your stomach churn. (You felt like you were going to explode, honestly.) He made you feel all sorts of things, even if you weren’t really his main priority right now.

He slowly pushed himself into your mouth, still careful not to cause any discomfort. To tease him, you swirl your tongue around his dick as you hollow out your cheeks. He grunts at the sudden action. He bucks his hips against your mouth in response, causing you to gag as you take more of him in. 

You grab onto his thighs as if you were holding on for dear life as he begins bobbing your head. You look back up at him, seeing him with a really pleased expression– eyes closed, panting heavily, his jaw hanging, leaving his mouth open in an o-shape as he lets out soft groans.

You could hear him curse under his breath while also muttering words of praise. He only roughens his pace more, beginning to thrust into your mouth as you try to keep up by breathing through your nose, getting all teary eyed too.

“Merlin, you’re doing so well f’me,” he says breathlessly. All you can do is hum in response.

Each time he practically drives himself into your throat, you can feel the wind getting knocked out of you. (In a good way, of course.)  As much as Cedric loved to be slow, sappy, and romantic, he definitely had a filthy side to him and a thing for shanking around in places you aren’t supposed to. 

Yeah. You’d never forget the quickie beneath the staircase in the Yule Ball, or when he went down on and fucked you in the prefect’s bathroom.

Since you’re unable to control your pace nor take any breaks, saliva wells up in your mouth– escaping your lips as you drool onto the floor, and all over his cock. It only serves to fuel Cedric even more, and he only proves your point when you spot him with a slight smirk on his face.

The rush it gives you is overwhelming, you felt as if you’d come like this– untouched. You can’t ignore the wetness pooling in your underwear.

The firm grip on your hair gets tighter, his thrusts more erratic, and you were sobbing, gagging and drooling on his cock. You could tell he was close.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he pants, “just keep letting me use you,” his voice rough and low, that familiar tone he uses unconsciously in bed that you like. He would always be so into every moment that he does little things like that which he doesn’t notice– but you did. You loved taking note of them. 

“Oh, m’gonna–” He pushes your head, forcing you to completely take every inch of his dick. He cums as you’re being held securely in place, nose pressed up against his groin and all. 

Your head jerks reflexively, also gagging as hot spurts of cum hit the back of your throat. You swallow desperately. Your poor attempts leave his seed overflowing from your mouth, dripping down your chin.

Cedric pulls you away, his hand letting go of your head as he tucks his cock back into his pants. He was seemingly satisfied with himself.

You swallow the rest of his cum before you speak. “You should do this more often,” you manage to say, in a hoarse tone. He grinned at that fact, quite delighted at his work. “Yeah, I think I got a bit carried away,” he says, not a hint of sorry at all in his tone. 

“You did,” In an effort to look presentable, you wipe your chin, ridding any excess cum on your face. Also combing your hair, which had gone all frizzy, to straighten it out. Or trying to, at least.

“T’was good, though.” You say while flattening out your skirt, giving him a peck on the cheek afterwards.

“Glad you liked it then.”

Both of you hurried on to the great hall for lunch. His teammates exchanged suspicious looks. One asked why he took an unusually long time in the locker rooms. 

#cedric diggory smut #cedric diggory x reader #harry potter #cedric diggory #cedric diggory x you #cedric x reader #hp smut #cedric diggory x reader smut #cedric diggory x female reader #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory oneshot #harry potter universe #smut #female reader #harry potter fanfiction

[eomayas]

hi!! would you mind writing something sweet with boyfriend!baekhyun? i was thinking fluff and idiots being in love but if you want to add something suggestive/smut, feel free ^^

my boy • bbh [req]

pairing: reader x baekhyun, established relationship genre: fluff warnings: none

a/n: hope you like it!! i miss bbh.

you blink yourself awake at the sounds of light clinking coming from the other side of the bedroom where baekhyun sifts through his small collections of watches. you blink a few times to get your eyes to focus, and when they do you keep them trained on the backside of your boyfriend, who’s muscles flex slightly each time he moves.

baekhyun lowly mumbles a song to himself as he fiddles with his watch, quietly cursing to himself each time he messes up with the clasp. you smile softly to yourself and shift in the bed to make some noise before, letting him know you’re awake so you don’t scare him when you ask, “need some help?”

he turns to look at you over his shoulder and smiles a soft smile that still makes your stomach flip and turn, and your heart to take on a beat of its own. “a bit, yeah,” baekhyun says. you sit up and stretch, the muscles in your back and shoulders cracking, and slip out of bed. baekhyun turns to he can actually look at you, and he feels his heart melt in his chest as you walk the short distance to him. his chest swells with love and adoration for you. “hi.” he says softly.

you smile at him and gently grab his wrist and clasp the watch for him, kissing his fingertips when you’re done. baekhyun grabs at your hips and pulls you into him, your arms going around his neck. “hi,” you say, looking up at him. you thread your fingers through the ends of his shirt, soft hair and smile when he dips his head down towards you.

pulling back, just to bother him, he pouts and you giggle before giving him a kiss on the cheek, a weak consolation prize. “hey!” baekhyun pouts even harder and pulls you closer to him by the hips, pressing your pelvises flush against each other.

you ignore the fact that hes pressed against you in such a way, and only smile up at him and dodge his mouth as he tries to kiss you again. “you’re breaking my heart, y/n,” baekhyun whines. you gasp at him and he nods, exaggerating his pout tenfold. “kiss it and make it feel better?”

nodding, you pucker your lips and reach up to lock lips before ducking at the last second and pressing a kiss to his left pec, right above his heart. baekhyun chuckles and shakes his head with a sigh, lovingly running a hand over your hair. “you never make it easy on me, huh?”

“nope.”

you smile at him and he rolls his eyes before letting go of you to grab his white button up shirt. you help him out it on like you do most mornings, and quickly fasten the buttons. he never asked you to help him get ready, you just did it one day and it’s become part of his morning routine. baekhyun looks forward to the mornings with you the most; the quiet, soft hours where the anticipation of a brand new day, a fresh start, hangs in the air. he most of all loves the tender playfulness you deliver him.

“there,” you say softly, smoothing down the buttons and gently patting his chest. “my handsome boy.” baekhyun lightly blushes at the compliment and grabs your head, intertwining your fingers together.

“i love you.”

“i know,” you give him a big smile with teeth, and he can’t help but return it. “i love you more, though.”

“wanna bet?”

“you’ll be broke.”

baekhyun laughs at that and you giggle, dropping your head on his shoulder and gently kissing his neck. he lets go of your hand to wrap his arms around you and places a kiss on your temple. you cling to him, basking in his warmth and love, feeling completely consumed by the emotion.

a few moments go by before you peel yourself off of him and finally deliver the kiss he’d been waiting for all morning.

#exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo x you #exo x reader #exo #baekhyun oneshot #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun fic #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun x you #baekhyun x reader

[a-fandom-reimagined]

ALL OF YOU | BRUCE WAYNE X PLUS SIZE GN! READER (FT. ALFRED)

୨୧ type: fluff & angst | word count: 887 | tw: sfw, mentions of bullying but no actual descriptions of what was said or done. please enjoy

→ please note that I don't think I've ever written anything for a gn reader before so if I messed anything up (like how i couldn't figure out what the gn alternative for master/miss is) I apologize

requested: omg okay, idk if you would want to write this but; since i can't find ANY battinson x plus size reader stuff, could i request a battinson x gn plus size reader where bruce discovers his partner being insecure about themselves and tries to cheer them up? this would be angst mixed with fluff if that's okay with you :>

Everything is fine, you told yourself.

The limo pulled away from the curb merging into early morning rush hour. The annual Wayne Foundation Ball had ran hours longer than you'd intended. And as host, you couldn’t leave early. No matter how much you'd wanted to. You relaxed into your lover's embrace, drinking in his cologne. Basking in his warmth. It was the most relaxed you'd felt all evening.

You were almost asleep when Bruce's voice dragged you back to reality. "What's wrong?"

You opened your eyes. "Nothing." You couldn't even manage a smile to better sell the lie.

Tonight was supposed to be your night. And they took it from you…

Bruce frowned. "Don't lie to me. We're better than that."

You were better than that. And now you had shame to add to the long list of emotions weighing you down.

They were just words. Everything is fine.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck. You didn't want to talk about it. Not with him. But you couldn't lie to him either.

Your fiancé kissed the top of your head, hugging you tighter. "Talk to me. Did someone hurt you? Did something happen?"

"It doesn't matter. It's not important."

"It's bothering you so it does matter and it is important. You've been talking non-stop about this Gala. You've been planning it for months. What happened?"

You pulled back to wet eyes and a broken smile. Bruce's jaw ticked, his expression chillingly blank. Bruce usually kept this side of himself hidden away from you. Was this the version of him that went out to hunt bad guys every night? Or was this just a small sliver of him?

"Sir, not to interrupt but would you like me to turn the car around?"

You'd forgotten the partition was down. Alfred's voice was low and clipped. Almost unrecognizable from the sassy, well-mannered man who'd been like a father to you over the past four years.

"I'll let you know." answered Bruce before returning his attention to you. "Please." he said softly.

You shook your head. "It's so silly. They were just words."

"What did they say? Who said it?"

You sighed heavily. He wasn't going to let this go. And it was stupid of you to try to hide it from him. The World's Greatest Detective… The World's Most Attentive Fiancé was more like it. "The…people at the gala were mean to me," you admitted in a small broken voice. You hated the way you sounded. You hated even more that you'd let it get to you. "There. I told you. They were mean to me tonight and they said awful things about my weight, how much I ate at dinner. One woman gave some diet pills she swears by in the bathroom. It shouldn't bother me. It's not like I haven't experienced this before. I am a plus-sized person, I know that but…I don't know. These people gather every year to give away exorbitant amounts of money to make Gotham a better, safer place to live. I don't know, I guess I just expected better. Dumb, I know."

"It's not dumb."

"But it is! Bruce, you put on a mask every night and go face down real villains. Real villains that cause real pain with real weapons."

Bruce's jaw dropped. It took a lot to shock him. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"It has to do with everything because they're just words, Bruce, not bullets! And I let them get to me. I've been miserable all night. That's why you caught me in the hallway tonight. I didn't get lost, I just got down crying in a broom closet and I was walking around and waiting for my eyedrops to kick in and hide the redness! Now, can we please just drop it and forget that this ever happened?"

"No we can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you feel like you can't confide in me just because of who I am and what I do at night. They're not just words, Y/N these people bullied you. You worked your ass off to make this Gala the success it was. We've never raised this much money in a single night before and it was because of you. Y/N I don't care how minor or unimportant you think it is. You don't have to get roundhouse kicked into a dumpster for your feelings to be valid."

You swallowed a laugh. "When in the world did you get roundhouse kicked into a dumpster?"

Bruce smiles. "That's the point. The point is your feelings are valid. And you can come to me with any of them."

"And I as well, *[Master/Miss] Y/N."

You breathed easy for the first time that night, And smiled for the first time that night. "Thank you. Both of you."

Bruce smiled back, pressing his forehead to yours. "Feel better?"

You nodded.

"Good. Because you're going to tell me the name of everyone who bothered you tonight. And then Batman is going to toilet paper their house and slash their fucking tires."

You barked out a laugh.

Bruce pulled you even closer leaving a trail of kisses from your temple to your collarbone. "You're perfect just the way you are, my heart. All of you."

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you are in love | 44. making the bed (written)

note: is my olivia rodrigo obsession showing..

timing was definitely on hanni’s side as the moment she stepped on minji’s porch, the taller walked out of her front door with a white jacket over her pajamas.

“are you kidding me minji…”

“what? completes the doc kim look i think.”

hanni shook her head laughing before taking a seat on the front steps of the house. minji shrugged and followed, leaving a small space in between the two.

“so what’s with the emergency meeting?”

hanni hummed, her gaze fixed on the empty road in front of them.

“how do you know you like someone?”

minji smirked hearing the line. whether she was proud hanni was getting somewhere, or was excited she’d get to talk about her ultimate rizzler skills, she liked where the conversation was going.

“ohhh~ we’re getting into this huh?”

“hey i’m asking a serious question here, didn’t you want to help?”

minji laughed at the shorter, shifting herself sideways to lean on the handrails of the steps and to face her friend.

“i don’t know.”

“…are you fucking serious?”

“hehe no i’m kidding! i figured out i was at least interested in wonyoung when we were partnered up for mrs. choi’s media literacy project. we had to spend a lot of time together and i don’t know… i got to know her better and i found myself wanting to spend more time with her.”

“is that it?”

“well… i knew it was something else when i started messing up my drills if she was watching…”

“WHAT?”

“HEAR ME OUT-“

“this is down-bad behavior, kim!”

“and you walking in the rain to cook breakfast isn’t?”

hanni’s smile slowly dropped into a more blank face, but her eyes were clear and full of thought. she stayed silent for a couple more seconds before minji started snapping her fingers in front of her face.

“bro. seriously.”

“sorry.”

“don’t worry. but anyways, yeah that’s how liking someone feels, other than the physical side effects like the butterflies and crap. i doubt you’ve never felt it before… you probably just didn’t identify it as such.”

hanni nodded slightly, still choosing to bask in the combination of the silence and the cool wind, a reminder of the christmas season that was beginning. the village, or well, the town in general was a sight during the holidays. lights and decor everywhere, snow sculptures on the frontyards, a couple of christmas themed food trucks at the park. during the season of late november to early january was always the happiest and prettiest the small city was.

“an idiot can figure it out faster than you, you know?”

the vietnamese-australian flinched at the sudden voice, having completely forgotten she was at her best friend’s house after sitting on the porch, completely lost in thought.

“what?”

minji let out a deep sigh (something she’s been doing ever since she decided to get herself invested in hanni and y/n’s business) and shook her head.

“the pieces are all laid out in front of you. what’s taking you so long to put them together?”

hanni looked down at her clasped hands, fiddling with her fingers and cracking every joint with deep inhales and exhales every time.

“i’m scared, okay?”

“i mean i got it the first time, you know. you weren’t very sure about everything. but like now you literally….“

hanni took another deep inhale and exhale before deciding to continue.

“y/n’s the closest friend i have. the person i value the most. one i hold at utmost respect and regard. i could probably even say i care more for her than my own damn family.”

“well okay. wasn’t expecting a speech! but if that’s the case then why aren’t you-“

“that means i have everything to lose if i mess things up.”

the shorter girl finally looked in minji's direction, her eyes, though not watery, were dark and heavy almost. her expression a mix: frustration, tiredness, disappointment.

“pham, this is y/n we’re talking about.”

“i’m very well aware.”

“so?”

“every direction i look… if i dug into this whole emotions thing deeper, every direction i look would end up with me losing her. if i figure out i don’t like her and tell her straight up, i lose her. if i figure out i do and i mess things up because i have no idea what the hell i’m doing, i lose her.”

minji chuckled, very softly so as to not anger her friend in front of her. 

“those are all uncertain endings, pham. how are you so sure of it when you haven’t crossed the bridge yet?”

she gave no response.

“the one thing you think you’re avoiding is bound to happen for sure with the way you’re going about this.”

still silent.

“this isn’t just any friend, right? you said it yourself. this is lee y/n we’re talking about, right?”

hanni nodded, following along.

“is she not worth the risk? is your friendship with her not worth exploring feelings you’re so scared to look into?”

hanni stared silently at her hands in front of her, slow and heavy breathing the only sound that could be heard from her.

“you know the answer already pham. you know what to say. i think i do too. and if anything encourages you to actually say it, it’s that you’re starting to lose her already.”

hanni let the words sink in, closing her eyes and letting out another sigh. though her words were stern, minji’s tone never lost its light and comfort. as much as she wanted things to be better for y/n, she’s hanni’s best friend too.

the two exchanged a couple more words on the subject, hanni not forgetting to thank minji and whoever philosopher possessed her that night. things are a lot clearer now. 

she made the bed, now she must lay in it.

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The Wedding

July 26th, 2019,

Paige sat on the edge of her bed, the sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. She picked up the beaded bracelet Jack had made her in kindergarten, the colors slightly faded but still vibrant. As she twirled it around her wrist, she couldn't help but smile at the memories it held.

"Hey, babe," Jack said, entering the room with a smile. He sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Excited for the big day?"

Paige leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. "I can't believe it's finally happening. We've been talking about this since we were kids."

Jack chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I know. It feels like yesterday we were playing in the sandbox, and now we're getting married."

Paige looked up at him, her eyes shining with happiness. "I'm so grateful to have you in my life, Jack. You've always been there for me, through thick and thin."

Jack smiled, brushing a stray hair from her face. "And I always will be. I love you more than words can say, Paige."

"I love you too, Jack," Paige said, her voice filled with emotion. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

Jack hugged her tightly, whispering in her ear, "Me too, babe. Me too." They sat there in silence, basking in the love they shared, knowing that their future together was brighter than ever.

July 28th 2019,

The air in Paige's childhood home was filled with a mix of excitement and nostalgia. She sat in front of the mirror, her sister Grace expertly styling her hair, while her mother Lily and Jack's mother Ellen looked on with tears in their eyes.

"You look absolutely stunning, Paige," Grace said, admiring her handiwork.

Paige smiled, turning to look at herself in the mirror. Her blonde hair was styled in loose curls, with a delicate flower crown woven through it. She wore a simple white dress that flowed around her like a cloud, and around her neck, she wore a locket that Jack had given her on their first anniversary.

"Thank you, Grace," Paige said, her voice filled with emotion. "I can't believe this day is finally here."

Lily and Ellen came closer, both of them reaching out to hug Paige. "You look just like an angel, sweetheart," Lily said, her voice choked with tears.

Ellen nodded, wiping away a tear. "Jack is going to be speechless when he sees you."

Paige's eyes welled up with tears, feeling overwhelmed by the love and support surrounding her. She knew that today would be one of the most special days of her life, and she was grateful to have her family by her side.

As she finished getting ready, Paige thought about all the special moments she had shared with Jack over the years. From their first kiss under the stars to the time they had carved their initials into the old oak tree in the backyard, each memory was a testament to their love.

With her family by her side, Paige walked out of her childhood home and as left, she realized she about to leave childhood behind and become a wife.

——————————

Meanwhile, Jack stood in his mirror in beachside adjusting his tie , the waves gently lapping at the shore, with Quinn and Luke by his side. Trevor, his best friend, was there too, cracking jokes as usual.

"You know, Jack, tonight's the night," Trevor said with a grin. "Are you ready for the big leagues?"

Jack rolled his eyes, used to Trevor's teasing. "Shut up, man. This is about more than that."

"Of course, man," Trevor said, clapping Jack on the back. "I'm just messing with you. But seriously, don't forget the condom ."

Jack laughed, shaking his head. Trevor always had a joke ready, no matter the occasion. But as he looked out at the ocean, his thoughts turned to Paige.

Paige, his best friend since he was five years old being a goofball trying to get the pretty shy girls attention. She was the love of his life. He couldn't believe they were finally getting married, here on their favorite beach.

He turned to Quinn, a nervous excitement bubbling inside him. "I've got a little surprise for Paige. Will you go give it to her?"

Quinn nodded, a warm smile on his face. "Of course, Jack. I'll take good care of it."

As Quinn walked towards the beach house where Paige was getting ready, Jack turned to Luke, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"Can you believe it, Luke? I'm about to marry the most amazing woman in the world."

Luke clapped him on the back. "I can believe it, Jack. You two are perfect for each other."

Meanwhile, Quinn had reached the beach house and knocked on the door. Paige opened it, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw Quinn standing there.

"Quinn! What are you doing here?" she asked, stepping aside to let him in.

"I've got something for you," Quinn said, handing her the small box Jack had given him.

Paige opened it, her eyes welling up with tears when she saw what was inside. It was a locket, with a picture of her and Jack as kids on one side, and a picture of them now on the other.

"It's beautiful," Paige whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

Paige hugged Quinn tightly. "Thank you, Quinn. You're the best surrogate brother a girl could ask for!

- - -

As Jack stood at the altar, his heart pounded with excitement. He couldn't believe that the moment he had been dreaming of was finally here. He looked out at the ocean, feeling the warm sun on his face, and waited for Paige to walk down the aisle.

And then, she appeared. Paige, his beautiful love, walking towards him, her eyes shining with tears of happiness. Jack felt his own eyes welling up as he took in her beauty.

Paige reached the altar, and Jack couldn't wait any longer. He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close.

"You're so beautiful, Paige," Jack whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Paige smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling. "And you're so handsome, my love. Thank you for the gift. It's perfect."

Jack wiped away a tear from her cheek, his heart overflowing with love for her. "I'm glad you like it. I wanted it to be special, just like you."

As they stood there, holding each other, they knew that this was the moment they had been waiting for. The moment when they would become husband and wife, soulmates for life.

They turned to face each other, ready to exchange vows. Jack took Paige's hands in his, looking into her eyes with all the love in his heart.

"Paige, from the moment I met you, I knew you were the one. You were my best friend, my partner in crime, my soulmate. I remember all the cute little memories we shared as kids, the adventures we went on, the dreams we had. And now, here we are, standing here, about to become husband and wife. I promise to always cherish you, to always support you, to always love you. You are my everything, Paige, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

Paige's eyes were filled with tears as she spoke her vows. "Jack, you are my rock, my anchor, my everything. I knew from the moment we met that we were meant to be together. I remember all the cute little things we did as kids, the way you always made me laugh, the way you always had my back. I promise to always be there for you, to always support you, to always love you. You are my soulmate, Jack, and I am so happy to be your wife."

With tears streaming down their faces, Jack and Paige exchanged rings, symbolizing their eternal love and commitment to each other. Jack had picked out a beautiful ring for Paige, one that sparkled in the sunlight, just like her.

“I love you Paige” Jack says slipping the beautiful small diamond ring on her delicate finger.

"I love you too, Jack," Paige replied, slipping the ring onto his finger.

And as they kissed, sealing their vows, the sun set behind them, casting a warm glow over the beach

- - - -

The reception was everything Paige had dreamed of - small, niche, and incredibly romantic. The beach was adorned with fairy lights, casting a warm glow over the area. Paige's favorite flowers, peonies, were everywhere, their soft petals adding a touch of elegance to the setting.

As the night went on, Paige and Jack found themselves in each other's arms, dancing to "Lover" by Taylor Swift. Paige is a Swifte, and she had specifically picked this song for their first dance as husband and wife.

Jack held her close, his heart overflowing with love for her. He sang along softly as they danced, the lyrics of the song echoing their love for each other.

Paige rested her head on Jack's shoulder, feeling completely content in his arms. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with love and happiness.

- - - -

After their magical dance under the fairy lights, Paige and Jack were eager to be alone. They made their way to the beach cottage where they would be living, right on the beach. Jack had a surprise planned for Paige, and he couldn't wait to see her reaction.

As they walked hand in hand towards the cottage, Paige couldn't stop smiling. She felt like she was living in a fairy tale, and Jack was her prince charming.

When they arrived, Jack swept Paige off her feet, carrying her over the threshold like a true gentleman. Paige giggled, feeling like a newlywed bride.

As they entered the cottage, Paige gasped in surprise. The home was decorated with candlelight and flowers, creating a romantic ambiance. The table was set with their favorite meal, lobsters, and a bottle of champagne chilled on ice.

"How did you manage all of this?" Paige asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

Jack smiled, his eyes filled with love. "I have my ways," he replied mysteriously.

Paige laughed, knowing that Jack always had a few tricks up his sleeve. She looked around the cottage, taking in every detail. It was perfect.

As they sat down to eat, Paige and Jack reminisced about their past. Paige brought up the last time they had drunk champagne, laughing as she remembered the silly antics they had gotten up to.

"Remember the last time we drank champagne?" Paige asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Jack chuckled, remembering the night clearly. "How could I forget? We were at that party, and you dared me to do a cartwheel on the beach."

Paige giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "And you actually did it! You fell flat on your face, but you got right back up and did it again."

Jack grinned, shaking his head at the memory. "Yeah, that was a wild night. But this," he gestured to the candlelit dinner around them, "this is much better."

Paige’s smiles “This is so perfect”

As Jack and Paige sat by the fireplace, sipping champagne and enjoying each other's company, the air between them was filled with an undeniable electricity. Jack leaned in, his eyes locked on Paige's, and he gently brushed his lips against hers. Paige responded eagerly, deepening the kiss.

Their kiss was slow and passionate, filled with the love and desire they felt for each other. They had waited for this moment for so long, and now that it was here, they wanted to savor every second of it.

When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless. Jack looked into Paige's eyes, his heart pounding in his chest.

"I love you, Paige," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.

"I love you too, Jack," Paige replied, her voice filled with love and desire.

Jack stood up, his eyes never leaving Paige's. He held out his hand to her, a silent invitation. Paige took his hand, her heart racing with excitement.

Without a word, Jack lifted Paige up into his arms, carrying her towards their room. Paige wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly.

As they reached the bedroom, Jack gently laid Paige down on the bed, never breaking eye contact with her. He leaned down, capturing her lips in another searing kiss.

Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring and rediscovering every curve and every inch of skin. The passion between them grew, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment.

Paige moaned softly against Jack's lips, her body arching towards his. She had never felt more alive, more loved, than she did in this moment.

Jack broke the kiss, his forehead resting against Paige's. "Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice filled with concern and love.

Paige nodded, her eyes filled with desire. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she replied.

With that, Jack's hands moved to the buttons of Paige's dress, slowly and deliberately undoing each one. Paige's breath caught in her throat as the fabric fell away, leaving her clad only in her lingerie.

Jack's eyes drank in the sight of her, his desire for her written plainly on his face. He leaned down, trailing kisses along her jawline and down her neck, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from Paige.

Paige's hands roamed over Jack's body, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt tense with desire. She wanted him, all of him, and she wanted him now.

Jack lifted his head, his eyes locking with Paige's. Without a word, he stood up and began to undress, his eyes never leaving hers. Soon, he was standing before her, completely naked, his desire for her plain to see.

Paige sat up, reaching out to him. Jack took her hand, pulling her to her feet. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them almost unbearable.

Without a word, Jack lifted Paige up, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers. He climbed onto the bed, moving to hover over her.

Their lips met in another searing kiss, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time. They were lost in each other, lost in the moment, lost in the love they felt for each other.

As they made love, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony, they knew that this was where they were meant to be. They were husband and wife, soulmates, and nothing could ever tear them apart.

- - - -

As Paige and Jack lay in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Paige couldn't help but feel a twinge of soreness. She knew it was normal, especially after their passionate encounter, but she didn't want Jack to worry.

Jack sensed her discomfort and immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry, Paige. I didn't mean to hurt you," he said, his voice filled with concern.

Paige smiled, reaching out to touch his cheek. "It's okay, Jack. It's not your fault. I just need to rest for a bit."

Jack's expression softened, and he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her protectively. "I love you, Paige. I never want to hurt you."

Paige kissed him softly. "I know, Jack. And I love you too. You could never hurt me."

Jack smiled, feeling reassured by her words. "I'll go run you a bath," he said, getting up from the bed.

Paige watched him go, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness. She knew she had married the most amazing man in the world.

While Paige soaked in the warm bath, Jack went to the kitchen to fetch her favorite chocolate. He knew how much she loved it, and he wanted to do something special for her.

When he returned to the bathroom, he found Paige relaxing in the tub, her eyes closed, a serene expression on her face. He smiled, setting the chocolate down on the edge of the tub.

Paige opened her eyes and smiled up at him. "Thank you, Jack. You're so sweet."

Jack knelt down beside the tub, taking a washcloth and gently washing her back. Paige closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his touch.

"I'm sorry, Jack," Paige said softly. "I love making love with you, but I've always been very sensitive."

Jack shook his head, his expression tender. "There's nothing to be sorry for, Paige. I want you to feel good, always."

As he finished washing her back, he leaned down and kissed her softly. Paige sighed, feeling completely loved and cherished.

Their day ended perfectly, with Paige and Jack curled up together in bed, their bodies entwined. Paige felt a sense of contentment wash over her as she realized that she had the best husband in the world, and she had just married the love of her life.

"I love you, Jack," Paige whispered, snuggling closer to him.

"I love you too, Paige," Jack replied, wrap

ping his arms around her. "Forever and always."

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[weemssapphic]

in my head (series)

Chapter Ten: Happy Together?

Larissa Weems x f!reader

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words: ~2.6k, ao3 link

chapter-specific warnings/content: none really, mentions of alcohol, mentions of wenclair

chapter summary: A surprise visit from Enid leads to a heartfelt conversation. Reader would love nothing more than to ask Larissa on a proper date.

A/N: After some planning and some plotting, it seems there will be two more chapters after this one - we're nearing the end and I've updated the total number of chapters in the series page on tumblr and on ao3 to reflect that (although I do reserve the right to change my mind if my writing takes me in another direction). There are a few minor things I want to wrap up, and I can't resist just giving these two a little fluff as they feel out the change in relationship. Anyway, let's get into it, I hope you enjoy!

The rest of your Sunday was spent in Larissa’s quarters. The relationship you’d shared before had given you immense joy - now, this newfound realization of Larissa’s feelings towards you was nothing short of catharsis. 

You spent the morning holding the blonde close, basking in the warmth and safety that her touch provided you. Eventually, when your stomach had growled for the third time and Larissa’s teasing had become relentless, the two of you set about scrounging Larissa’s kitchen for some scraps to eat - though you eventually settled on ordering take-out, which you ate sitting knee to knee on the floor of Larissa’s living room.

You hadn’t broached the subject of feelings or the future of… whatever this was again, wanting to keep the day light after an emotional start. But the knowledge that your feelings were returned, that Larissa could want something more from your relationship, filled you with a warmth that you carried with you back to your own quarters that night, and that gently lulled you to sleep, your thoughts full of Larissa Weems.

~~~

“You and Principal Weems are such a cute couple!” 

You heard the bubbly girl’s excited squeal before you saw her - then there was a flurry of blonde hair bounding towards you, stopping just shy of your desk.

Enid beamed at you, looking almost like an exact personification of the heart-eyes emoji in her excitement. “How long have you guys been together?”

“Woah, woah, slow down, Enid,” you laughed, closing your laptop and turning your attention fully towards your student. “Principal Weems and I aren’t together.”

Enid raised an eyebrow at you and you continued hastily. “Not really anyway, we’re still figuring things out.”

“Oh come on, you guys are totes in love. I ran a poll on my blog about the cutest couple at the Rave’N and you guys won. Unanimously!” 

“Miss Sinclair!” You felt yourself turn scarlet, which only made Enid grin wider. “Must I remind you that I am still your teacher?”

“Sorry, Ms. Y/L/N!” She raised her hands in mock-surrender. “We just don’t have many other open sapphic couples at Nevermore right now. You and Weems? You guys would be, like, the school’s power couple.” 

You couldn’t help the smile that crept up on your face at the young werewolf’s enthusiasm. At least you hoped that you and Larissa could one day be Nevermore’s ‘power couple’ - you kind of liked the idea.

“Is there a particular reason you came to see me during my office hours, Enid, or did you just want to pester me about my personal life?” you asked, still smiling.

Enid began to roll back and forth on the balls of her feet, her gaze flitting briefly about the room before landing back on your own. “I think I messed up with Wednesday,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, Enid. Come, sit.” You stood and pulled a chair up to your desk, allowing the girl to join you. “What makes you think you messed up?”

“I don’t know, she won’t talk to me! I thought everything was fine at the Rave’N but then I tried to kiss her and now she’s avoiding me. She won’t even look at me!” Enid worked herself up further and further the more she spoke, her lower lip beginning to wobble.

“Have you tried talking to her about it?”

Enid huffed. “I tried but she keeps avoiding me. Can’t you just read her mind and tell me what she’s thinking? Please?”

“I don’t think anyone wants to read Wednesday Addams’ mind,” you chuckled, but your gaze softened at the earnest distress written across the werewolf’s face. “Enid, you know I can’t do that.” 

She nodded, sighing sadly. “I know… But how am I supposed to talk to her if I’ve barely seen her since the Rave’N?”

“You’re roommates, she can’t avoid you forever. At some point you’ll have to see her again, and then you can talk to her. Maybe you can catch her after class - I know you two have botany together.”

“How did you and Principal Weems handle it?”

“Principal Weems and I aren’t…” You let out a heavy sigh. “You might not want to use me and Principal Weems as an example.”

“Why not? You guys look so happy together… I want that.” Enid’s pout reminded you a bit of Larissa - it tugged at your heart.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret.” You smiled conspiratorially and leaned towards her. “Principal Weems and I started off as friends too, just like you and Wednesday. But things got kind of complicated for a bit, and it hurt both of us. A lot.”

Enid’s brows knit together in confusion and she cocked her head to the side, waiting for you to continue.

“You know why? Because we didn’t talk to each other. I really liked her, but I was too scared to tell her. And she was too scared to tell me that she liked me, too. So I know it’s really scary to tell Wednesday how you feel about her and have the potential of her rejecting you - but it’s going to hurt so much worse if you don’t tell her. And sometimes, it might be better to have a talk before you try to kiss her.” The irony of your advice wasn’t lost on you - hell, it might’ve been a lot easier for you if you hadn’t slept with Larissa before admitting to your feelings. But perhaps you could save Enid the trouble of making the same mistakes.

“But are you and Principal Weems okay now?”

You smiled. “I think so. And you and Wednesday will be okay, too. The girl’s one complicated piece of work but I can tell she cares about you - I don’t think she would’ve gone to the Rave’N with anyone else.”

Enid nodded hesitantly, cheeks flushing.

“Thanks, Ms. Y/L/N.” Then she rose from her chair and opened her arms - you mirrored her movements and hugged her tightly, matching the ferocity at which she squeezed you and only pulling back when she loosened her grip.

“Anytime, Enid. Thank you for coming to me with this.” You hoped Enid would have the courage to talk to Wednesday about her feelings - you hoped even more that you were right and Wednesday cared enough not to shut her out entirely.

Enid’s smile was back in place as she turned to leave your classroom.

“Keep me updated!” you hollered after her, falling back into your chair.

~~~

“Keep you updated on what?” Marilyn asked, entering your classroom as Enid disappeared from sight.

“Just a personal situation,” you replied. “What’s up?”

“What’s up? I should be asking you that. How’d it go?” Marilyn was grinning from ear to ear as she stepped up to your desk, placing both hands on the surface and leaning in eagerly.

“What are you referring to?” you asked cooly, playing idly with a pen that lay around on your desk, though the blush that warmed your cheeks gave you away in an instant.

The redhead rolled her eyes. “You know exactly what I’m referring to, Y/N. How are things with Larissa?”

“Good, I think.” You shrugged, lips curling up into a smile as you dropped your gaze absentmindedly to your desk.

“Just good? That’s all you’re going to give me?”

“We’re still figuring things out, okay? But that really was a lovely song you had the DJ play when we were cleaning up - thanks for that.”

“Someone had to do it. When are you seeing her again?”

“Oh.” You paused, stilling in your fidgeting with the pen. When were you going to see her again? You hadn’t addressed that, you just assumed… “I don’t know, actually. I thought I’d probably see her around school anyway.”

Marilyn looked at you incredulously and you felt a twinge of guilt swirl around in your stomach. “What?”

“The two of you are hopeless.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ask her out! If you don’t do it, I’ll do it for you.” Marilyn reached over the desk to grab your phone. You tried to stop her, but you weren’t fast enough - she held your phone just out of your reach, a devilish grin on her face.

“Don’t you dare,” you whispered.

She took a step back, unlocking your phone - you cursed yourself internally for having given her your passcode once while you were driving her into Jericho - and scrolling through your contacts.

“Marilyn,” you warned.

She began to type, sounding out the words as she went. “My dearest Larissa-”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you grumbled, standing and moving around the desk, reaching desperately for your phone.

“It would be be my utmost honor if you were to-”

“If I tell you I’ll go to her office right now and ask her, will you stop?”

Marilyn raised an eyebrow. “Right now?”

“Yes,” you huffed.

“Here.” She passed you your phone back and you glanced at the screen, rolling your eyes as you realized she’d only been typing in your Notes app. Well played, Marilyn, well played.

~~~ 

After wrapping things up in your classroom, you parted ways with the redhead, who reminded you of your promise with a cheeky smile. You headed towards Larissa’s office, a nervous excitement bubbling up within you. Knocking on the door, you poked your head in. 

Larissa sat behind her desk, engrossed in her work - she was reading something on her laptop, chewing away at her bottom lip as she scrolled. Her head shot up when she heard the door open, and a beaming smile spread across her face when she locked eyes with you.

“Hey, you got a minute?”

“Of course, darling, come in.” Larissa’s voice was warm, bordering on sultry, and you slipped inside the office, closing the door behind you. “I was just finishing up here - would you mind waiting by the fireplace for me?”

“Sure.” You took a detour by Larissa’s desk to press a soft kiss to her lips - the little squeak of surprise that the blonde let out before reciprocating the kiss made you feel you could melt straight into the floorboards with adoration.

Crossing to the little sofa by the fireplace and plopping down, you kicked your shoes off and tucked your feet underneath yourself. You listened as Larissa began typing rhythmically away at her keyboard, allowing your eyes to fall shut.

After a few minutes, the typing ceased and there was a soft click as her laptop was closed. Heels clicked on the hardwood floors, stopping just behind you, then gentle hands came to rest on your shoulders and began carefully kneading the muscles at the base of your neck.

You groaned softly, tilting your head forward to give Larissa further access to your neck and back. Her thumbs worked at the tense muscles, the intimacy of her touch melting away all of the day’s pent up stress.

Her fingers stilled in their ministrations and you whined softly, but then pillowy lips attached to the side of your neck, placing open mouthed kisses to the sensitive flesh. Warm breath caressed your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps and causing a shiver to run down your spine, all the way to your toes.

You turned your head to the side, desperate to feel those soft lips upon your own. Larissa could sense what you were searching for and pressed her lips to yours. The kiss was languid, sensuous, affectionate - you reveled in the safety that it wrapped you in.

“Could I entice you into sharing a bottle of wine with me?” Larissa murmured against your lips as she pulled back ever so slightly.

“I could be convinced,” you mumbled, chasing her lips with your own.

Larissa chuckled and pulled away, crossing her office to fetch a bottle and two glasses. She filled the glasses generously and handed you one, settling next to you on the sofa.

“What brings you by today?” Larissa’s eyebrow was raised, her voice light and filled with humor. 

“Do I need a reason to stop by?” You grinned at her, taking a sip of your wine.

“Not at all.” Larissa’s eyes glittered as she regarded you fondly over the rim of her glass. The way she looked at you through mascara-coated lashes - cheeks rosy, painted lips pulled into an affectionate smile - was different from how she used to look at you. Unbridled. Unguarded. There was no hiding the emotions that she displayed freely on her face - it was a new level of openness that you swore to never take for granted.

Larissa’s lips moved and you were so mesmerized by them that you missed the words that came out.

“Darling?” Larissa’s shoulders began to shake with mirth. “Are you with me?”

You suddenly felt warm all over as a blush spread across your cheeks.

“Larissa?” You weren’t sure why you were feeling nervous all of a sudden - it was clear Larissa harbored at least some sort of romantic feelings for you, so you didn’t think she’d say no, but you found your stomach fluttering anyway.

“Hmm?” Larissa’s smirk never left her face as she watched you struggle for words.

“Do you think maybe… I thought it would be nice if…” Way to be eloquent, you thought to yourself, cringing internally. Your mouth suddenly felt so dry. “Would you like to go on a date with me? An actual date?”

Larissa’s smirk turned into a bashful smile - her reply came out breathy and soft. “Yes. I would like that very much.”

“Cool… cool.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Larissa seemed to notice this, her confidence growing.

“You seem nervous,” she teased, placing a hand on your knee and scooting closer to you.

“A little,” you breathed.

“Do I make you nervous?” Her voice was sultry, her eyes half-lidded, and you weren’t sure if it was the wine or her hand at the hem of your skirt but you felt dizzy.

“A little,” you mumbled, your eyes falling to her lips - plump, soft, warm, inviting lips, that curled up at the outer corners and parted slightly to reveal brilliant white teeth. You felt her hand inch up your skirt, caressing your inner thigh, and desire began to thrum within you.

Your phone began to buzz in your pocket - you tried to ignore it but it wouldn’t stop, and you let out a frustrated huff and pulled it out just enough to glance at it. 

Marilyn: Well?! Marilyn: How’d it go? Marilyn: Did you ask her?

You smiled in spite of yourself and looked up to see Larissa’s questioning gaze upon you. You tilted the phone to show her the messages, your heart doing a somersault when she let out a tinkling laugh.

Larissa smirked. “So how did it go?”

“I’d say well,” you whispered breathlessly.

Larissa laughed, cupping your cheek and pressing a kiss to your lips. “So when do I get the honor of accompanying you on this date?”

“How’s Saturday?”

“Saturday is perfect.” The smile that you received was blinding - you still couldn’t believe you were lucky enough to be the recipient of such a beautiful, heartfelt smile. “Will it be a surprise again?”

You felt your cheeks heat at the memory of your definitely not a date, date. “If you want it to be.”

“You know I didn’t think I enjoyed being surprised all that much but when it’s by you, I find I quite adore the mystery.” Her hand was still on your cheek, her thumb brushing against your lip, and you realized just then how thoroughly screwed you were. This woman had you wrapped around her little finger - you would do anything for her, you realized.

“Then a surprise it shall stay.”

x

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