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surielstea · 30 days

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Honeymoon

Based on this request.

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Azriel and Reader celebrate being newly weds.

A/N: I hate this ngl but I hope you guys enjoyy

Word count: 5.2k

The sound of Cassian's rambunctious laughter echoes throughout the entire house but Azriel was too preoccupied staring at me to take any notice of his brother's amusement— which was targeted towards Morrigan. Who was so drunk I doubted she could walk. I giggled as she battled with a stubborn wine cork, and was evidently losing. Familiar arms wrap around me and pull me into a warm embrace. "Let's go home," Azriel murmurs and I look up to him with a soft smile. It was two hours past midnight, our wedding ceremony started at noon. It's been a long day, to say the least.

"I just want to make sure Mor gets home safe and then—" I begin to pull away from his grasp but he tugs me right back into him. "Do you ever worry about yourself?" He questions and I roll my eyes. "I'm allowed to care for my friends." I justify but he only pulls me closer. "It's our night." He argues and I can't help but melt into him at the words. "Mor will sleep here tonight, you've got nothing to worry over." He gently rubs up and down my sides and I solicit an exhausted sigh. "We can go home and spend our first night as husband and wife together before we leave for the Summer Court tomorrow." He offers, his tone alluring. I twist my lips to the side, contemplating giving in to my newlywed husband or staying around until everyone found their way home.

"Okay?" He prods and I look up to him once more, though I should've known better than to let my gaze meet his and still expect to deny him. "Okay." I nod and his smile goes wide, resulting in dimples appearing to crease his cheeks.

He barely even lets me say goodbye before he winnows us right into the sitting room of our home.

Azriel pulls me through the dimly lit hall of our house as I stumble over my heels, squeezing his hand tightly in a signal for him to slow down, the eager male however had no intention of wasting any more time without me in his arms, just us two.

I'd be lying if I said some alone time wasn't exactly what I needed. Alone time, with him, that is. He seems like the happiest male on earth every time he glances back at me while I'm already looking at him returning his grin.

He pulls me into the master bedroom, leaning back against the door behind him and clicking it shut. I let go of his hand and stride toward the bed, plopping down onto it in a bundle of white tulle.

My feet are practically screaming they're in so much pain. I groan as I lean down, unable to reach the clasps of the heels due to my excessive amount of skirts. Azriel only chuckles as he watches me struggle to get ahold of my shoe. "What's so funny?" I glower up at him and he folds his lips inward to stop himself from laughing any further. He stepped closer and in two long-legged strides, he was directly in front of me. "Nothing beloved," He crouches down and settles on his knees before me with a sickeningly sweet look in his eyes. "How many skirts can one dress have?" He muttered as he pushed the ballgown material in every which way. "Too many," I sigh, head craning to the side as I stretch my neck.

I feel sweet relief as one of my shoes comes off, and the other quickly follows.

He discards the horrid heels across the room and looks up at me proudly. I would marry him all over again just because of that look. I grab him by his collar and pull him up towards me with a sloppy grin, leaning forward and pecking his lips with an uncontrollable smile.

"Your suit looks really good on you," I say dreamily as I begin unbuttoning his dress shirt. "Yeah?" He looks at me with a teasing smile, standing to his full height and staring down at me. "Mhm." I nod with a dazed smile, utterly love-drunk on him. His hands come to the back of my head, undoing my pinned-up hair that took hours for Nuala to do this morning. Shadows swished around us haphazardly as we both silently took care of each other.

Once I got his shirt fully undone I moved to tug it down his shoulders.

I feel a tug at the base of my scalp and I wince as I realize my hair is being pulled. "Ow— Azriel," I bring my hands back to meet his and he looked at me with slight amusement. "My fingers are too big." He muttered and a smile pulled at my lips. "I've heard that one before." I snicker and he rolls his eyes, taking his hands away from my hair and allowing me to do it myself.

It takes me less than a minute until my hair is unbounded and tumbling down my back. I look up at him with a soft smile and he mirrors it, hands coming to my cheeks reflexively, cradling my face in his all-too-big, scarred hands.

"My beautiful wife," The words roll so easily from his tongue and the title has me flushing profusely, by the mother, we're married and he still makes me go red. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips.

The kiss isn't hungry or lustful, just pure innocence and love. His rough hands are gentle when holding me, and his lips on mine are so precise and careful.

I smile wildly at the feel of warm adoration flooding through his side of the bond without hesitance. I sent my own version of it back only to find his mental shields completely gone, it was just us, the spymaster didn't feel the need to hide anything.

I pull back and quickly stand to my full height, silently turning around, and without a word he understands what I want. His fingers come to the white laces of my dress, untying the delicate strings as gently as he could manage. As soon as he's got them all undone, then the rest of the clasps, I can fully breathe again. I release a soft sigh as I feel the tight bodice loosen and dip from my chest. He helps me step away from the gown, shadows carrying the expensive white fabric to the armoire where it'll be hung.

"That dress is evil," I sigh in relief, looking up to Azriel who was preoccupied staring at every inch of my body.

I was wearing a dainty white lingerie set that seemed like it would fall apart completely if he were to pull at one loose thread. "You've been wearing this all day?" He grabs me by my waist and pulls me into his chest. I giggle at his neediness and wrap my arms around the back of his neck, then give him a cheeky nod. "I would've taken that dress off a lot sooner if I'd known." He hums, head dipping into the juncture between my shoulder and neck. My hand goes into his hair as I lean up into him, he was the only warmth I could find in this cold room. The lighthearted and sweet energy between us shifts into something powered by need.

He backs away from my shoulder and moves to kiss my lips with a passion I recognized well. My hands come to his jaw but before he lets me even think about reciprocating his urgency he's moving back to my jaw, peppering kisses down the column of my throat, the valley of my peaked breasts, all the way to my navel as he lowers down onto his knees. —And when he pushes me back onto the bed and settles between my legs, I know, he's mine and mine alone.

He looks up at me with swirling hazel eyes, all I have to do is nod before he's shredding through my undergarments, and without much foreplay, his lips attach to the apex of my thighs.

Breath escapes me as he wickedly flicks his tongue over my sensitive clit, my hand shooting into his hair as a whine drags from my throat. I feel him smile against me at the reaction, I look down to see his eyes already on me, catching my gaze. My brows furrow as shadows swirl around my thighs and pin them down onto the bed as he slowly moves downward to where I ached for him most.

His tongue slips over my slit and I arch upward. "C'mon Az, don't be mean." I cry out, pulling at his hair as he teases at my entrance with a stupid smirk on his face. "Need more," I whine. "What exactly do you need more of?" He purrs, his breath fanning over my wet folds, forcing me to clench around nothing for any form of friction. "No teasing." I shake my head with a pitiful whine. "Not even just a little?" He mocks, then his teeth nip at my clit and my breath hitched as I feel heat flood the sensitive area. "You like that did you?" He taunts, his tongue coming flat against the bud to soothe it. "Don't worry baby," He tuts as shadows swirl up my arms and tether me to the bed to prevent my squirming. "Just be a good wife and I'll give you what you want, yeah?" He hums and the proposition makes me throb with pure need.

"Az," I sigh out helplessly, tugging at my restraints but my whines die in my throat as his tongue delves into my folds, collecting every drop of arousal that was a result of him and him alone.

I grin my hips up into his face and he grins wildly, his hands coming around my thighs to pull me closer as he feasts on me like he hasn't eaten in years. My hips lift as I buck into his mouth and my silent command somehow reaches him, because the next thing I know he's dipping lower and finding my opening.

I open my legs wider before he can even think to ask and he smiles at how well he's got me trained. "Good girl," The praise slips from his lips and pushes me towards my climax more than anything else. His head dives low and his tongue enters me without struggle.

I clench the sheets in my fist and tears begin welling in my water line. "Fuck, Az," I moan out. He replies with a wicked flick of his tongue, his arms tightening as he brings me closer, I glance down to see him entirely engulfed in the taste of me like he was drunk on my arousal.

My hand goes into his hair as I run out of oxygen, panting heavily at the feeling of his head between my legs. He finds that sweet spongy spot deep inside of me and toys with it, flicking and swirling his tongue across it with a precision that had me mewling his name like a prayer.

He pulls away from the spot for a moment in order to explore other areas, his long tongue pressing against my moldable walls and I clench around him, if it weren't for his hands holding me down I'd be crushing his head in. I grind my hips up in protest so he returns to that spot, and with it comes a forming know that was growing increasingly tighter.

"Fuck, m' close," I warn, confining my ministrations upward with my hips. My movements become ragged and hurried as my high approaches, but he remains fluid and teasing. I whine as he curls his tongue in such a way that I'm left breathless, my hands in his hair go stiff and the knot burrowed inside of me winds itself so tight that it snaps and I'm blessed with a surge of pleasure as it sweeps over me, a mix of both heat and euphoria blooming from my core and as I release, it’s Azriel’s name coming from my lips.

"Good," He eases as he slowly backs away. “That’s it,” His hands stroke up and down my hips and I release a soft whimper at the sensation. “You can handle more can’t you love?” He murmurs between kisses as he naps his lips back up to my neck. “Mhm,” I nod shakily and he smiles, nipping at my sensitive now marked skin. “So good for me.” He rasps before sucking on the exposure of my neck.

I clench my legs together at the absence of the shadows from my thighs but the ones at my wrist remain. I whine as I grind down, already needy for more. He presses a soft kiss to my neck at the action. “Please Az, need you,” I whine and a grin pulls at his lips. “Is that right?” He leans down and the weight of his hardened cock pressed into my abdomen. My brows pinch together and I nod. “Please Az, I’ll make you feel so good.” I implore as I stare up at his delighted expression.

“Be good and stay still for me then, okay?” He prompts and I nod with wide eyes. “That my girl.” He presses a soft kiss to my forehead before dipping down yet again, this time aiming towards my chest. He pulls at the string like bra and it unravels at his fingertips.

His calloused hands grip my right breast while his mouth charts my left. His tongue— that was just inside of me, flicks over the sensitive bud and I whine pathetically, pulling at the shadows holding me down in order to weave my fingers through his hair. Hazel eyes meet mine and for a moment, in the dim lighting, they seemed golden. He released my left breast with one last swipe of his tongue and moved to my right one.

My hardened bud quickly became overstimulated as his scarred thump rolled right circles around it. My chest arched up, closer to his face. He hummed in approval at the action and I sighed out his name, over and over again, he was all I could think about. I was completely drunk on his touch and he hasn’t even fucked me yet.

“Feels good, ah— so good.” I mewl as his heavy cock pressed into my folds. I grind up against the fabric of his pants but it does little to get me any closer to my release. “Az,” I whine. “I know,” He whispers and moves his way back up my chest to my jaw. “I’ll give you what you want, my wife has been so good for me, I think she deserves a reward.” He purrs into the shell of my ear and I nearly moan at just the sound of his voice.

Shadows leave my wrists and unchain me from the bed while Azriel gets off his pants. I do the rest of his work with his boxers, feeling needy enough to get myself the rest of the way to my climax— but when he presses himself into my folds, I know it’d be impossible without him. He presses a loving kiss to my lips one last time before his tip aligns itself with my entrance and without any further warning he pushes himself inside, he only goes as deep as the head and I nearly meet my high at the feel of his thick member finally press into my sensitive walls.

“Gods, so fucking tight.” He grunts out and I smile hazily at the words, wrapping my legs around his hips so I’m forced to open wider for him. He lifted his hips and then thrusts them back in, his movements precise so he only entered another inch or two, but it was enough for a moan to bubble from my lips. “You’re taking me so well,” He presses a kiss to my temple. “Such,” He begins but thrusts deeper mid-sentence. “A good,” thrust. “Wife.” He praises and I tighten around him at the sentiment of the words.

His hand snakes up my waist, thumps at my breast, then past my arm and finds my hand. He intertwines our fingers and I hold his hand tight as he stretches me out.

He rolled his hips at a rate that had me losing any coherent thought. Finally, his base finds mine, his balls slapping against my ass. “Fuck, you feel good,” He curses, his head falling into the crook of my shoulder as he picks up speed and begins pumping into me faster. The sound of his cock entering me has me drooling, and the feel of him, gods, I could feel every ridge as well as the slight curve that gave him perfect access to my most sensitive spot.

“Az, I can’t,” I murmur as I feel that familiar knot begin to form yet again, sensing I wouldn’t last long if he kept this up. “So close,” I sigh with a fucked out expression as he just admired it. “Release on my cock baby,” He hums and I whimper. He increases speed and I barrel towards my high, chasing it and quickly catching up when he doesn’t cease his actions. My hand squeezes around his as white-hot pleasure consumes me whole.

“Azriel,” I cry out as tears drop from my waterline and stream down my cheeks. He doesn’t let up and I never get the chance to come down from my high, the result of my release only lingers but it never fully leaves, it only continues to build. He doesn’t dare stop, if anything he gets faster. My cunt becomes red and puffy with overstimulation, but he doesn’t care, because he knows how much I love it.

“I’m gonna fill you so full baby,” His free hand comes down onto my abdomen where he can feel himself inside of me. “Can’t wait to watch my cum drip out of you.” He purrs, his lips ghosting over my jaw. I squeeze around him at the words, eyes clenching shut at the pleasurable pain. “You like that? Like when I cum inside?” He hums and all I can do is nod. “Mhm, need to feel you spill deep inside me.” I cry out. “Such a good wife,” He admires, and again, that nickname, it leaves me utterly defenseless.

His hand scopes down my hip and grips my thigh before shadows help guide it up, wrapping around his torso and allowing him to press into me so much deeper. “Az— I’m,” I lose breath and he nods. “I know,” He pants. “I’m close too.” He reassures and I sigh in both relief and pleasure. His hips roll once, then twice, and on the third, I grind my hips up to match his pace and we both reach our highs.

His warm seed spurts into me, so much of it that it’s still leaking into me even once my climax passes, only when he slows his thrusts does the flow end. He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead before pulling out entirely with a grunt, his release slipping out of me onto my thighs. He tumbled down beside me and released an exhausted breath.

“You’re so good at that,” I smile dreamily. “I don’t think you would’ve married me if I wasn’t.” He replies with a breathy chuckle. Realization dawns upon me and I turn my head toward him, he is already looking at me. “We’re married,” I say giddily and he nods with the same smile as mine. “We are,” His hand comes to my arm and he rubs his thumb up and down it then stops. “But I think that’ll change real soon if I don’t give you aftercare.” He springs up and I giggle. “I’m glad you know your limits.”

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"C'mon Az," I beckon as I slip from his arms, dragging a groan from the male who was fisting the hem of my white nightgown and pulling me back down onto the bed. "We're going to be late," I grumble against his shoulder as he smushed me into him. "Tarquin is expecting us at noon." I remind and he grumbles a curse beneath his breath, nuzzling his face into my shoulder. "I don't think he'll mind if we're a few minutes late." He presumes. "Or a few days." The male adds and I roll my eyes as he pulls me closer. "Azriel," I warn and he does nothing aside from a dragged-out whine. "Big baby." I grit out as I squirm from his arms but his hold is iron and I'd be lying if I said I didn’t want to stay in his embrace.

"Just five more minutes." He begs. "You said that an hour ago." I retort with a glare. "And here we still are." He flashes me a crooked smile and I sigh, making my surrender clear. His eyes flash with pure joy while he pulls me impossibly closer, crushing me with his large, tattooed biceps— not that I was complaining.

"Only fife mibuntes," I mumble, cheeks smushed between his chest and arm. "Only five minutes." I feel him nod, he presses a hard kiss to the crown of my head before propping his chin atop it and taking a deep content breath, arms possessively tightening any time I try to move away.

The thought of being married hits me full throttle, the idea of being connected to this male for the rest of my life dawns upon me all in one moment and I feel nothing aside from pure bliss.

I wrap my arms around him and pull him close, flipping us over so he's on his back, his huge wings spread out on either side of him as I straddle his abdomen. He looks up at me lazily and the smile on his face is uncontrollable. "We're married." I grin wildly and he nods, biting his lower lip in order to shut himself up from every stupid love confession threatening to spill from him, so instead his hands come to the back of my neck and he pulls me down, his lips slotting atop mine. "We don't have time for this." I sigh against his mouth. "Then I can't wait to fuck you on the beach." He hums and my cheeks burn hot. I place my lips back over his to ignore replying to his awfully arousing comment.

"It's been five minutes." He mumbles against my mouth and I immediately reel back, narrowing my eyes at him. "Now who's the responsible one?" I tease, flipping off of him despite his whine for me to stay.

I waddle over to my armoire, walking foreign to me due to how impeccably sore I was between my legs.

I find a white summer dress and smile, slipping off my nightgown Azriel dressed me in last night, then putting the flowy dress on. Azriel was quick to appear behind me and tie the strings. I hum contentedly as he places both his hands on my shoulders when he finishes, leans down, and presses a kiss to my temple.

I grin, looking up at him with a cheeky expression before rising onto my toes and planting my lips on his.

"C'mon, get dressed," I press a hand to his bare chest as I swivel around and push him towards the wardrobe.

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The summer court was hot. Far too hot to be wearing more than one layer of clothing. So Azriel and I ended up on the coast of Adriatta, watching the ocean rise and fall as it washed over the sand. I smile as I walk along the shoreline, remembering how I used to collect seashells as a child, my mother used to take me here every summer before she got sick. I only have good memories of this place.

"Look at this one." I hold out a small tower shell towards my husband and he barely looks at it, his eyes seeming to much rather be on me, a small smile gracing his lips. He holds his palms out where he holds an array of other shells I've found over our walk along the sea. I place the shell into his hands and we continue to walk hand in hand.

I string him along and he follows mindlessly, shadows swishing wherever the shadow of my body was, attempting to stay close to but keep out of the sun. Eventually, we find an alcove made entirely of calcite rock. The archway is just big enough to fit Azriel and his wings, shadows roaming freely in the darkness. We continue walking, Azriel watching me as I look at the structure curiously, like it's been man-made but no one could forge a rock like this.

My breath hitched as I came across a spot still under the rock that arched into a clear ocean view, entirely secluded like this cove was for us and us alone. I smile happily and rush over to my husband who had the beach bag slung over his shoulder. I take it from him and plop it down onto the soft sand, taking a large, blanket-like towel out and laying it down on the ground. Azriel smiles down at me as I plop down onto it. He squats down and hands me my seashells, I take them gratefully.

I line the edge of the towel with the found shells while Azriel dishes his book from the bag before finding his spot beside me. He rests on his stomach, wings spread out, the membrane shining golden and red under the soft gleam of sunlight. I smile at the image until his right wing pokes me in the side. "Ouch," I murmur and his wing tucks back in, he looks at me apologetically. I looked at his left wing which was spread out entirely and decided he couldn't have been comfortable with just one wing stretched out.

I flip over and straddle his lower back, careful to avoid his wings. "Go ahead." I run my hand down the hard structure of his right wing and he takes the hint, spreading it onto my side of the blanket then allowing it to rest comfortably. "We should've brought two towels." I hum and he opens his book back up, seemingly content with me sitting atop him as if I weighed nothing.

I lean down, careful not to touch his wings, and settle myself in the space between them on his broad back. My chest rests against his back as I wrap my arms around his neck and my nose comes to the crook in his shoulder, peering over him to look down at his book.

I read a few pages along with him but soon found the book to be boring, Azriel was always into reading classics that had some sort of hidden meaning he had to find. I could barely get through a few chapters without falling asleep. So instead I rested my head on his shoulder blade and listened to the sounds of the waves crashing against the sand then receding into the water, all to repeat the process over again.

I trace shapes on my husband's tanned back, stars and smiley faces, a lot of hearts, but most importantly the letters that spelled out "I love you" he closed his book once I finished the three words and he turned his head only a fraction. "I love you too." He hums and I smile like a schoolgirl with a crush. I scoot up on his back and wrap my arms around him tighter. I pepper the side of his face in quick pecks and a grin spreads across his features.

He cranes his neck to the side and I manage to find his lips with mine, placing a loving kiss on them.

"Is this even comfortable for you?" I ask and he nods. "I used to do pushups with Cassian towering weights on me, this is nothing." He hums and I roll my eyes at his competitive side. “You’re cute when you try to act so tough,” I say with a hum, my hands taking free liberty in roaming his exposed chest. “The entire continent is afraid of me.” He states and I giggle. “See? Adorable.” I lean over his shoulder and kiss his cheek. He grumbles a curse and I continue roaming his muscles with my fingertips, eventually finding his defined v-line, like an arrow from his hips. I drag my nails up and down the exposed skin, his shorts going awfully low.

"If you keep that up I'll winnow us right back into bed." He warns and I press a soft kiss to his shoulder blade. "Why so far?" I hum, my fingers finding the waistband of his swim shorts. "Don't you want to fuck me on the beach Azzie?" I recall and he flipped over, knocking me off his back. I yelped and he snickers, watching as I shake the sand from my hair. “Not funny.” I stand up, he leans back against his palms and just stares up at me.

“If you’re not going to help cool me off I’m going for a swim,” I glare at him but he stays quiet, just silently watching as I remove the lightweight wrap from around my torso and toss it at him. He doesn’t even try to catch it, just lets it hit him in the chest as he stares unabashedly at my body in the sunlight, glimmering like the sea behind me. He watches as I walk away and towards the shore, I can feel his stare from a mile away, on my waist, my chest, my ass. It didn’t matter, I was apparently uncharted territory, despite the fact that he had me under him last night.

“You want to join me?” I turn back to ask and all he can think of to do is nod. He stood and reached back, then took his shirt off over his wings and it was my turn to stare. His tanned skin rippled with muscle, the sun gleaming down onto his dark tattoos that I’d traced my hands along so many times I could draw them with my eyes closed.

“You staring at me creep?” He squints down at me due to the sun in his eyes. I smile childishly up at him. “Never!” I gasp. “I’m married I’ll have you know.” I wiggle my left hand in his face to show off the sapphire gem on my wedding ring, perfectly matching the color of his siphons. “And my husband could beat you up,” I cross my arms and march towards the water.

“Could he now?” He asks, hands snaking around my waist as I nod. “He’s big and strong, and so tall,” I say dreamily. “He sounds pretty incredible.” Azriel muses and I grin widely. “He is, but you know who’s even better?” I say and his brows crease possessively. “Who?” His hands leave my waist and I whirl around to look up at him. “His wife.” I supply, my smile widening as I watch his confused expression turn to one of realization.

“I’m inclined to agree.” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips, I can’t help but lean up into it.

“Now c’mon,” I grab his hand and intertwine our fingers. “I think I saw a few water sprites earlier I wanna say hi!” I pull him closer to the water. He chuckles and follows along.

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taiyouhimerich · 1 month

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wow yeah im stealing my own cai bot is this what they call creativity????

“Smells like sweet home”

Husband! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

tags and warns: aaaw cmon just a bit of soft thing, it colds even be safe for work! but with just a little bit of mention of sexual interaction, so still 18+ mdni!!!

psss gonna make part 2 w/ aomething morrrrre

Words count: 1,4k (and yes thats alot for me)

Leon never needed much from life: he dreamed about what all American men probably dream about. You know, a white picket fence, a housewife always waiting for him at home and ready to welcome him after a hard day's work, and a couple or triple adorable children who would run up to him, hugging him, missing their daddy. And for a long time it seemed to him that all these dreams were shattered the moment he ran over the barricades on the road leading to Raccoon City.

But that belief was shattered the moment he saw you. Beautiful, graceful, soft, just perfect for him, how could he not notice you among all the crowds of these gloomy, rude, cruel people? He felt like an insecure teenager again, noticing the most beautiful girl in school, a feeling he hadn't had in a couple dozen years. Courting you was ordinary, romantic, but nothing fancy, but it still won your heart. Or maybe it was the way a grown-up man blushed and sweated like a puberty boy when he saw you, you don't know for sure, but it was definitely something that made you start dating him.

If you ask him now, he would say that he does not even remember what happened until the moment when he knelt in front of you, taking out a modest but beautiful ring in a velvet box from his pocket. Standing in front of you at that moment, he was thinking that he didn't know what he would do if you said no, and you could swear that you saw tears in his eyes when you agreed. Your fiance looked like a tiny puppy, wagging his tail and running around his owner with joyful barking while you put on your wedding dress, asking him to stay close and help with the corset at the same time. You were amazing: the beautiful white fabric flowed over your body as if you were doused with milk, and several layers of tulle under your skirt made your figure even more magnificent. He hugged you tightly after he was done with the lacing, while you tried to chase him away, laughing kindly, saying something about you needing your personal time, when she leaned into your ear, tucking a strand of your hair before whispering.

“Then let it be as you say, I'll give you your so-called personal time, because from the first second of our honeymoon, I won't let you go for even a moment....”

And he didn't lie, he never lied to you, because no matter how much you both wanted to go to an Indonesian beach or watch flamingos, you couldn't get out of bed. Oh, how you fucked, all the food you ate was from room service, you were on the bed, on the floor, in the luxurious bathroom, even on the balcony at night, you did everything you could think of while Leon pressed against you, kissing under your ear, pleading, but deep voice purring.

“Just one more time, Mrs. Kennedy.”

Mrs. Kennedy did something incredible to you, and you succumbed over and over and over again, allowing him to enjoy you, his beloved woman, his wife... and considering how furiously he thrusted into you, the mother of his children at the same time. So neither of you were surprised when, a month after your honeymoon, your period didn't come, and the next day you saw two stripes on the test. Even twice, so that the results are for sure. You heard the joke that two positive tests mean two children, it was from Leon when he joked about it, and you slapped him on the back of the head, making him laugh, but when doctor told you at the first ultrasound that you were going to have twins, you were both shocked. In a pleasant shock, to be precise.

And this was the moment that he loved to remember every time he returned home to his dear wife, unlocking the front door with keys so quietly that his newborns would not wake up. Most of all, he wanted to throw his bag on the floor right in the hallway, along with his unbuttoned uniform, and fall on the bed, without a shower and dinner, although dinner at three in the morning is a terrible idea. When he lets out a tired sigh, hearing his vest release his chest, falling to the floor with a soft booming thud, he hears the rustling and creaking of your bedroom door, immediately tensing up and turning his head in that direction. A smile paints his face with happiness when you come out to him, in a pink fur robe and slippers in the form of pugs, coming closer, and slightly timidly spreading your arms in an invitation to a hug.

“My pretty one....” He mumbles, taking a step towards you and wrapping you in a tight hug, letting you bury your forehead in his shoulder.

“I missed you, Lee....”You gently stroke his back, running your palms over his shoulder blades when you feel his kiss in your hair. You can't help but giggle softly, kissing him somewhere on the jaw, feeling his unshaven stubble with your lips. It makes you laugh again and pull away, putting your hands on his chest with a smile. “Unscathed?”

“Kinda. A little injuries here and there, but nothing I couldn't handle, you know me.”He laughs hollowly, placing his palms on your forearms to pull you closer and kiss your cheek. “I missed you too... and our little ones.... How are they?”

“Scott is just perfect, and Melissa has become more moody in recent days.” You respond by sighing softly while his kisses make you giggle. “She is not so willing to being fed with breast, I have to use a pumper.... God, there's too much of you in this girl, you know.”

Leon laughs, quietly, so that God forbid not to wake up your children. “I don't think I've ever been able to give up on your breasts.”His lips continue to shower kisses on your face as he gradually descends to your neck, pushing back the collar of your robe. Huh. He even remembers the times when you met him in a red silk nightgown and black lace underwear… Well, after the wedding and pregnancy, your wardrobe has changed significantly. But that doesn't mean it's bad for him. Come on, he likes how homely you are!

His lips find your collarbone when he runs his tongue over your skin, sucking greedily, under your quiet but ringing giggle, and it makes you let out a soft moan. Your hands find his head with a familiar movement, intertwining with his hair as you mumble. “I don't think I've ever offered you...”

“Do you want to do it now?”His cheeky grin is audible even when you can't see his face, while he buries his head in the neckline of your robe, nuzzling into the cleavage between your breasts. He knows for sure that you will slap him on the back of the head, confusedly mumbling something about how it's something perverted, but he can't help but inhale, closing his eyes and soaking up the smell of your boobs. Those round soft tits, all big and swollen because of the milk, smelling of sweet, warm this very milk.... His children, his precious daughter and son, smell the same scent because your milk is what is always around them, so this smell is so cozy, homely, relaxing him and making him forget about all those horrors he looked at during his missions....

That's where he ends up, but not because you push him away, no. He stays between your boobs, continuing to take this bath of your milky scent until he feels... ashamed. When this process heals his mental wounds enough for him to think more sensibly, he realizes how embarrassing this thing really is. That he's literally obsessed with your boobs and sniffing them like some kind of pervert. He feels the warmth of your chest against his face for a little longer, and then pulls away, straightening up and straightening your robe. He can't help but squeeze them lightly in his palms, and before you can say anything, he looks away, clears his throat, and pats you on the shoulder, walking around you and muttering.

“Gonna check on ours.”

Later, you will find this tough, exhausted man sitting on the floor between the cradles of your children, sticking only his fingers between the partitions to hold each of the babies by the palms. A soft smile spreads across your tired face. What a cutie. All of them.

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sunkissed

summary: you and sarge take one last trip to miami.

pairing: logan sarge x fem!reader

warnings: suggestive tones | alcohol consumption

genre: angst | fluff | smau

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LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

You and Logan agreed to stay together until the season started, you weren’t sure why, but you did.

It was slightly awkward, it’s not that you two didn’t love each other, it was just a bad time. Him with the pressure to deliver, and well you were scared that you would hold him back.

But you guys didn’t want to cancel your trip to Miami, it was tradition for you two. Go to the resort you guys first met and spend the week with each other.

You didn’t want to skip that.

You let out a hum as you wait for Logan to grab the keycard for your room, glancing around at all of the families with their kids- or the couples on honeymoons.

Logan walks back towards you with the keycard, handing it to you before he holds your hand and pulls you towards the elevator. He told you it was a one room suite.

“I’ll let you have the bed today- and I can take the couch.” He says with a soft smile, grabbing your hand and leading you guys to the elevator.

“We can share- it’s not like things are over yet..” You say softly, following him into the elevator as he presses the button for your floor.

“Are you sure?....” He says as he glances down at you- you could tell he was thinking a lot, he was trying his best to not cause problems between you two, the last thing he wanted to do was upset you.

“Yeah it’s alright..” You say with a smile, “Let’s just enjoy this last trip, yeah?”

“Yeah....” He smiled as the elevator dinged- he was glad for a chance to just be with you, no drama, just two people who love each other- enjoying another trip together, even if it would be the last one.

He squeezes your hand gently, glancing down at you once more before he leads you down the hall to the room.

“So..do you want to go to the beach before our dinner reservations or do you want to go to the boardwalk?” You ask, setting your suitcase down as you stretch out your arms.

“Probably the beach... just some one on one time...get a little sun before dinner, ya know?” Logan nodded, his hands found their way around your waist, you both hadn't said it- but you both didn’t want it to end.

It needed to be fixed, but you weren’t going to fix it, because we love self-sabotage!!

“Alright..let’s head!” You say with a smile, grabbing his hand, your room key, and wallet, heading out of the resort to the beach.

Logan squeezed your hand as you two hit the sand, there were a few people but they all were just sitting in the sun- or taking a dip in the ocean.

The sun was shining, the water was warm,“This is the good life, eh?” He asked as he looked around with a smile on his face.

“Yeah..yeah it is..” You say with a smile, squeezing his hand gently. You glance over at him for a moment, admiring how he looked in the sun- how his sunglasses looked on him.

“We should do this more often... the beach.” He smiles as he glances over at you.

“Maybe next summer we come back here, just the two of us?” He suggested, it was nice to think about plans...even if they weren’t certain.

“Maybe Log, we’ll have to see how things go..” You say, bumping into him as you two walk along the sand, taking in the sun.

He chuckles softly a he bumps into you as well, your skin feeling warm against his bare skin.

“Yeah... I guess you’re right... let’s just worry about the now.” He smiles as he takes a couple steps, sitting down in the sand while he takes off his shoes and lets his feet dig into the sand.

“I want to enjoy this moment with you... just you and me, no stress. Just relaxation.” He smiles.

“That’s the spirit..” You say with a chuckle, taking off your own shoes and getting down next to him in the sand.

You and Logan sat there in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence while you too relaxed in the sun- the occasional sound of waves crashing against the sandy shore and seagulls.

Logan let out a soft chuckle, “This is nice...I always miss it” He smiles.

“Yeah..” You say softly, leaning your head on his shoulder.

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You let out a giggle as you put your phone down, looking back at the view in front of you, which was Logan and a gorgeous sunset.

Logan looked great, granted he always does, but he was sunkissed with that glow, he looked gorgeous.

“James is such a dad, he’s so cute..” You say with a smile, because after all, he was a great guy.

“He is a great guy- he always looks out for us….” Logan smiles softly, he was thankful for James, the man knew what was right and what was wrong, he was a caring individual and treated Logan as an equal.

He sighed as he took in the view, there was a slight ache in his heart, knowing it was your guys’s last trip.

You smile at his words, shifting in your seat. The sun was fully set by now, the stars and moon shining. You look around at the restaurant patio adorned with twinkle lights and tiki torches, you’ve been to this place so many times, but it all felt different.

“God we got so many memories here... remember the time you puked all over the table?” Logan asked playfully, he didn’t mention how he had cleaned you up- and how he took care of you until you fell asleep.

“Oh my god!” You say with a groan, recalling the memory. “That was your fault in all fairness, I said I didn’t want to go tubing before we went out to eat!”

“What? You looked hot on the tub! Plus I wanted to have some fun before we ate!” He sighs, it wasn’t exactly a fun moment, he thought you had just eaten too much but no, you puked in the middle of the restaurant.

“It wasn’t my fault! It wasn’t!” He adds on jokingly, laughing softly and putting his hands up in defense.

“It was totally your fault and you know it..” You say with a grin, grabbing your drink, which was some random fancy expensive vodka mixture, and taking a sip of it.

“Fine, maybe I’m to blame- but you looked so hot on the tube!” He says playfully, before chuckling softly as the waiter brings your food.

“Oh whatever just eat..” You mutter out with a grin.

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You and Logan stumble into your suite, you weren’t sure what time it was, you also weren’t sure how drunk you were.

Maybe you guys had a little bit too much to drink, and maybe you guys spent way too long sitting and talking about anything and everything to just buy more time, even if you had six more days together.

You heard the door lock behind you two, Logan smiled softly as he led you over to the bed.

He sat down, pulling you down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your body closer to him.

You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair, messing up how he had it styled.

“One more time..?” You whisper out, eyes meeting his in the dark.

He smiled, his heart racing as he stared into your eyes- his body tensed and he nodded, “One more time…” He whispered back, his body reacting before he even had a chance too, you were his weakness.

You woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, curled up into Logan’s side with nothing on.

You blink your eyes open slowly, laying there as you take in everything. You move onto your side, admiring Logan as he slept.

He looked peaceful, adorable even. His skin was incredibly sunkissed, and it looked good.

He stirred a little in his sleep, grabbing you and pulling you closer to him, he buried himself in your hair and pulled you closer to him.

You were the only thing on his mind, he didn’t care how bad it would end- but he had you right now, and that’s all he cared about.

“You’ll watch me right, Y/n? Cheer me on still..?” He asks out sleepily, probably only half awake.

“Of course Log, I’ll always cheer you on” You respond, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him in tight.

It was going to be a few bittersweet days.

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Eddie and Ms. Sweetheart's honeymoon 🥹🥹🥹

The way I ran to Google Docs to write this, not just because I love me some fluffy smut, but also because I love you.

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Summary: Relaxing on the beach, giving your new husband a sexy surprise...what more can you ask for?

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), p in v, breeding kink (of course), Ms. Sweetheart/Reader wears lingerie

WC: 1.1k

A/N: Big thank you and smoochy kisses to @jo-harrington for helping me make this piece body-inclusive, and to @corroded-hellfire for ensuring the breeding kink was on point.

August 1998

“What a day.” Eddie flops onto the king-size bed face first, still in his wet swim trunks. Sand sticks to the bottom of his feet; you swear he’s traipsed in half the beach. “Who knew lounging in the sun could be so exhausting? I don’t know how we’re gonna go back to our normal lives.” He flips over onto his back so his words are no longer muffled. “Like, my body might be back in Hawkins, but my mind will be in Myrtle Beach.”

You laugh, arms crossed over your chest and pressed against the thin fabric of your cover-up. “Can you drag yourself into the shower and wash off?” When he doesn’t move, you let your fingertips dance along the sole of his foot. He giggles maniacally and reflexively, drawing inwards.

“Dammit, okay, okay!” He shakes his head and pushes himself up to an upright position. “The things you do to get me naked…”

“Mhm.” You roll your eyes dismissively as though his suggestion is absurd—even though that’s exactly what you’re trying to do.

As soon as you hear the squeak of the spigot and the ensuing stream of water, you unzip your suitcase and rifle through until you find what you’re looking for. You feel it before you see it, fingers grasping the lacy fabric triumphantly.

You shed the flower-printed cover-up, catching a glimpse in the mirror of yourself in your swimsuit. Eddie had picked it out for you—a one-piece that hugged you in all the right places. Truthfully, you could wear this and it would turn him on, but this is your honeymoon, and you want it to be special.

Peeling off the damp suit, you toss it aside; it lands on the floor with a comical thwack, and you make a mental note to pick it up later.

The teddy you’d bought weeks ago suddenly looks daunting, purchased during a trip to the mall with Jess. She’d insisted that no honeymoon is complete without some lingerie, and you’d reluctantly given in after she’d assured you multiple times that Eddie would, quote, “lose his goddamn mind.”

Soft black cups perfectly hold your breasts in place, accentuating your decolletage. The sheer mesh covering your torso is embroidered with lace roses, leaving just enough to the imagination.

All right, you can admit it—you look good.

You lounge on the small sofa that faces the bathroom, adjusting the bodysuit’s thin straps as you wait for the steadily falling water to cease, punctuated by several rogue drops. Your heart leaps with excitement as you hear the door knob twist and you’re bathed in a plume of steamy air.

“Surprised you didn’t try to join—holy hell.” Eddie exhales with a grin, taking in your scantily-clad body. A white towel is slung low on his hips, sopping up the water trickling from his curls. “Where did you get this little number, baby?”

Heat creeps into your cheeks as he saunters toward you, one hand finding the small of your back while the other caresses your cheek. He leans in and kisses you hungrily, his burgeoning erection pressing against your bare thigh.

“Got me all worked up just by looking at you, Mrs. Munson,” he murmurs into your lips. It sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine as he deepens his embrace, pulling you as close as he possibly can.

Your fingers dip beneath the towel, tugging it from where it’s tucked along his waist and letting it drop. He’s fully exposed, and it takes all of your willpower to keep up this game of seduction and refrain from kissing down his happy trail.

“Since you’re so tired tonight, baby,” you coo, nipping at his earlobe as you speak, “I figured I could take care of you.” Your palms journey the expanse of his chest, draping them over his shoulders and guiding him onto the bed. The fresh bed sheets are crisp underneath your knees as you straddle him, grinding your core against his. “‘S that okay?”

Eddie nods, letting out an incredulous breath. “Course, yeah, whatever you want…” He sits up slightly, mouth drawn to your breasts as though pulled by a magnet.

“I want you,” you tell him, sucking bruises into his neck that you hope will last until you return home. “I want you inside me, filling me up, making me feel so, so good…”

The fabric between your thighs is already soaked with proof of your desire, and you shift it over so you can sink down onto his hardened length. You take him inch by inch, the tip breaching your hole and stretching you in its delicious, familiar way.

“Oh, my god,” you whimper, bringing his hands to the flesh of your ass and giving your movements more stability. Each rock of your hips draws a moan from your husband’s plush lips, his tongue darting out to wet them every so often. “Eddie, oh, my god!”

His grip on your ass tightens as you clench around him and continue to bounce. “‘M close,” he grunts, breath hitching as he begins slamming up into you to chase his release. “Fuck, baby, you’re so fuckin’ tight…can’t hold back any more…” He speaks through gritted teeth, purely animalistic in nature.

Your middle finger finds your clit, rubbing small circles into it. The small movements drive both you and Eddie absolutely wild.

“Thassit…touch yourself for me,” he groans, barely audible above the lewd sounds of skin-on-skin and the way you’re drenching him right now. “You look so goddamn perfect like this, filled to the brim with my cock.”

“Wanna be filled with your cum, too,” you whine, feeling the beginnings of your own orgasm. “Wanna take all your cum, Eddie, like a good little wife.”

Eddie’s eyes practically roll back in his head. “My good little wife, all barefoot and pregnant…fuckfuckfuck…takeittakeittakeit.” With a final few thrusts, he spills into you with everything he has. His grasp loosens as he softly kisses your arms, desperate to remain close to you in any way possible.

“So,” you start with a giggle, gently moving off of him so you can cuddle into his perspiration-slick chest, “looks like you got a second wind.”

He tilts your chin up, his eyes studying your face like a precious gemstone. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll get a third, okay, Sweetheart?” He winks, thumb gliding up and down your jawline. “Keep that sexy outfit on f’me, though. I’m not done with either of you.”

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Day 28: Filming

Mob!Bucky's Kinktober Honeymoon

Mob!Bucky Barnes × Wife!Reader

Summary: With your honeymoon almost over, Bucky wants to capture some precious memories on film.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, masturbation, oral (male receiving), slight daddy kink, spanking, slight mention of reader feeling insecure in front of the camera when it’s up close, but she fully consents to being filmed

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: the penultimate part!! I’m gonna miss these two at the end of Kinktober. Dividers by me, please do not use. Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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Bucky has you in his lap, hands splayed on your ass and his tongue in your mouth.

You had tentative plans for today that included leaving your beach front resort to go snorkelling, but when Bucky reminded you this morning that you only had a couple days left of your honeymoon, you decided staying in bed naked with your god-like husband was a much better use of your time.

“You wanna try something new?” Bucky mumbles against your lips, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as his fingers trail tantalising swirls up and down your spine. His bare thighs are sturdy underneath your own, and his tattooed chest firm below your fingertips, but the softness in his eyes makes you melt into him.

“With you, always.” You reach between your bodies and begin stroking him, preparing for what you're certain is about to take place in the expanse of your bed. Bucky groans in response, the noise the most enticing sound you’ve ever heard. “What did you have in mind?”

Bucky Barnes, the King of New York, rarely ever looks bashful, but there’s a shyness to the way he gazes at you in this moment that makes your stomach flutter with butterflies.

“I was thinking… we have our wedding video, how about we make a honeymoon video too?” There’s something so very electrifying and alluring about the thought of immortalising your love for each other in the form of a sex tape. Capturing your most intimate moments and every angle of how perfect the two of you fit together. Something only your sets of eyes will ever view, but that will commemorate the month in your life where Bucky has made you feel the sexiest and most alluring you ever have.

The moment trembles between you, quivering with tension like a raindrop clinging to a leaf as you bite your lip before nodding in excited endorsement. Bucky surges forward, cupping your face and crashing his pillow soft lips to yours as you relax into his familiar, musky scented embrace that will forever be your definition of home.

With his insanely strong arms, Bucky lifts you from his lap, and places you with your back against masses of pillows. A jolt of exhilaration zaps through you as you’re reminded Bucky can quite literally manhandle you any time he pleases.

He grabs his phone, which had been charging on the nightstand, and holds it up as if he started recording instantly. Just the look of pure wonder and excitement on his features is enough for a desperate ache to grow between your legs.

“Touch yourself, baby. Rub that pussy for daddy.” You spread your legs wide to give Bucky and the camera the best view of your glistening folds, gathering your arousal on your fingers before focussing on your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Show me how gorgeous you look when you touch yourself thinking of your husband.”

Every time he refers to himself by that moniker, it makes you even wetter. Your husband. The man who stood in front of everyone you knew and promised to love you forever. Your souls now entwined for eternity.

And if Bucky had his way, so would your bodies.

The way Bucky seductively licks his lips as he watches you pleasure yourself makes you more turned on than you thought possible. Imagining it is instead his fingers playing with your nub, you draw tight circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves, your breathing quickening with every flick which Bucky seems to enjoy as he watches you intently through his camera with a delighted smile.

His large frame looms over you, inching the camera closer every second, completely enthralled by the little whimpers cascading from your lips and how your two fingers stimulate yourself and not wanting to chance missing capturing any of it on film.

Bucky groans when you slip your fingers inside you, you’ve never been able to reach the spots he can with his massive hands, but with him watching over you, filming you, you do your very best to give him a show that will be worth watching over and over again.

Drowning in your own pleasure you almost miss how Bucky starts stroking himself with his hand not in possession of his phone, already as hard as a rock observing the pornographic scene in front of him, but your mouth begins drooling at the realisation when you look over to him.

James Barnes, one of the most influential men in the whole world, your husband, is getting off to the picture of you masturbating, precum beading at his tip, all because he enjoys the sight of you spread out of a bed just for him. He has that look in his eye as if he wants to lick every inch of your body, devour you, but behind that is indecision, as if he’s enjoying your show far too much to interrupt for his own selfish reasons.

But as he pumps his thick length watching you intently, your chest also fills with a yearning desire to consume him, and you give in a lot quicker than Bucky does. You crawl over the bed, swaying your hips and putting on a show for the camera which is still recording your every move, before dropping to your knees in front of him.

“Is my dirty little slut desperate for daddy’s cock?” Having the camera this close to your face as you swirl your tongue around the head of his dick makes you slightly insecure, but Bucky has forever praised both how beautiful you are to him and your skills taking him in your mouth, so when he gazes down at you with the most smitten look you’ve ever seen and an anticipation where he can barely keep the phone steady, you forget all about the camera recording you and instead focus on pleasing your husband.

You choke on his cock as he hits the back of your throat, tears welling along your lash line as you push yourself down him as far as you can physically take, while maintaining the stimulating, circular pressure on your own clit.

“That’s my good girl, fuck your throat feels amazing” Bucky proclaims, affectionately rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he lets you set the pace, bobbing up and down his thick length, moaning around what you can fit in your mouth. “You look so hot gagging on this fat dick.”

You continue to suck him off with as much vigour as you can muster, until you get light headed, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth, tears spilling from your eyes. Pulling off him, you look up at the camera with swollen lips, probably looking like the picture of pure debauchery. Given the look of utter devotion Bucky shoots you from behind his phone, you suspect he rather enjoys the sight.

He slaps his dick on your extended tongue a couple times, before you swallow him again, having caught your breath enough to continue.

Your thighs start to feel weak as your fingers focus on the bundle of nerves between your legs, and all of a sudden your orgasm comes out of nowhere, hitting you like a bus. You’re looking up innocently at the camera, taking all of Bucky in your mouth as pleasure sparks and rages like a wildfire in your belly, consuming your entire body. Moaning around his cock, you continue to furiously rub your clit as per Bucky’s growled instructions, dirty praises in the sound of his voice filling your ears even though he sounds far away.

Bucky gazes at you with a combination of awe and a craving need, moving the camera closer to your contorting face to capture every moment of pure pleasure as it floods through your body like a tsunami. He gives you his signature alluring smirk as you come down from your high, that one which always suggests he has much more in store for you yet.

He motions for you to get back up on the bed, all the while keeping you in the centre of the cameras shot.

“Show me that ass baby - yeah that’s it, the camera’s got the best view of this fucking perfect ass.” Bucky punctuates his sentence with a delicious slap to the fat of your butt, the short sting only making you drip with even more wetness to show the camera and your core ache to feel utterly full of him. “Gonna see how you take every inch, like the good little whore I married.”

As he thrusts inside you, starting at a brutal pace which has you gripping onto the bed sheets for dear life, you recognise Bucky is fulfilling his promise of keeping you satisfied and stuffed full of his cum throughout your honeymoon.

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sarahmysweetie · 1 year

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rafe and y/n on their honeymoon!!! are you kidding me? he would spoil her rotten on that honeymoon! i cannot wait to see what your brilliant mind writes for this. i love you <33

Honeymoon

Rafe Cameron x Wife!reader

Hiii thank you so much for the request, i loved this idea and loved writing it so i hope you love it too<3

Warnings: just slight cursing

The taxi driver opens the car trunk and Rafe helps him pull out our suitcases. I put on my sunglasses to shield my eyes from the shining hot sun. I look at our hotel. Through the wide glass doors i see a receptionist greeting and checking-in the visitors. Rafe tips the taxi driver and i try to grab my suitcase.

"Nah i got it", Rafe says and grabs them both.

"You sure?" i smile and he nods. We walk inside and i immediately feel relief from the hot weather of Italy. My heels knock on the floor and i grab the hem of my dress as i step down the few stairs. Rafe is right behind me with our suitcases.

"You can go sit while i check us in", he tells me and kisses my cheek. I sit down on a comfortable armchair and Rafe leaves our suitcases next to me.

"Would you like some refreshment?" i hear and turn my head. There is a sweet lady with a tray full of drinks.

"Thank you", i smile and she carefully hands me one. She leaves and offers a drink to a couple that just walked in. I sip the drink. It tastes like fresh lemons. I look at my husband handling our reservation. It’s always been my dream to have my honeymoon in Italy. When we started to plan the trip, Rafe told me that he would be taking care of everything. First it was hard for me to not get involved and to not stress about the plane tickets and reservations, but then i learned to just trust Rafe and let him handle everything. I’m lost in my thoughts when i feel a hand on my shoulder.

“Third floor”, Rafe says, waving the key cards in front of my face.

Our room is large and spacious. There is a king size bed and an antique style balcony. I open the balcony door and step outside. The views are beautiful. I can see the pool below us, but when i lift my gaze, i see the beautiful blue sea. I feel Rafe stepping out behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"You happy?" he asks while swaying us from side to side.

"So happy", i whisper.

"What do you wanna do now?" Rafe spins me around. I look at his deep blue eyes that remind me of the sea.

"I want to swim."

I change to my new blue bikini with golden details. I look at my reflection in the mirror and suck my stomach in.

"Nah don't do that shit you look great", i hear Rafe saying. I look at him through the mirror, taking off his shirt and looking back at me with only swimming shorts on.

"Why did i eat all that chocolate at the airport?" i groan and squeeze my stomach, looking at myself in the mirror.

"Cause you were hungry and you like chocolate", Rafe says as he puts his slippers on.

"You need to stop being so hard on yourself. You always look beautiful. Now, let's relax and have fun", he places his hand on my waist pulling me to his side. I look up at him and he pecks my lips. I smile and we walk out holding hands.

We decide to stay at the pool, the sea can wait. The beach is filled with kids running and splashing around and there is only few people at the pool so the decision wasn't hard. I lay down on a sun lounger, putting my shades on.

"You need sunscreen", Rafe says sitting down a lounger next to me, opening a bottle. I smile and sit up, turning my back at him. I feel his warm hands spreading sunscreen all over my back. I close my eyes as he massages my sore muscles. When he's done, i turn around and he squeezes the cream on my hand. I spread it all over my arms, legs and body.

"Your turn", i say and start massaging the sunscreen on my husbands back. I peck a kiss on his jaw when i'm done. We lie down on the sun loungers, but then i remember.

"Shit, i forgot my facial sunscreen inside. I can't use this, it will give me pimples", i sit up and take off my sunglasses.

"No, no, i can go get it", Rafe shoots up.

"It's fine you don't have to do everything for me" i resist and grab him by his arm.

"But i want to", Rafe insists and gently pushes my body back down. I sigh and smile, closing my eyes again.

I guess i fell asleep, cause i wake up to something touching my face. I open my eyes and see Rafe's face. He is spreading the cream on my face, carefully stroking my cheeks. I almost start laughing. He is spoiling me rotten.

"Shh, don't laugh, i don't wanna get this in your mouth", Rafe smiles, looking focused. I obediently close my mouth, trying to control my expression but still smile.

"Don't think this would taste pretty good", he mumbles under his breath.

"How did i manage to fall asleep in that time?", i wonder.

"It took me pretty long, i also got us drinks", Rafe passes me a red drink with a straw.

"Thank you sweetie", i reach my hand and grab it. Rafe smiles as i sip the drink.

I'm not sure how long we spent at the pool. We swam and lied on the loungers, until Rafe said that we should probably head back inside.

"Why?" i ask as i stand up and wrap my towel around me.

"We got a dinner reservation at seven", he answers me.

"Really? Where?" i start getting excited. I grab Rafe's wrist. He is the one who always wears a watch, i always forget to. I slightly bend his arm and my head to see the clock from the right angle. 5:30. I'm glad that Rafe remembered to give me time to get ready.

"You'll see where", Rafe grins.

"Not you keeping me on my toes", i smile and look at him, trying to read his face. He just shrugs his shoulders, looking smug and proud.

"Can you zip me up?" i ask and turn my back to Rafe. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder and zips up my red dress. He buttons his button-up and then we leave. He told me that the restaurant wasn't far away and i wanted to walk. I hold Rafe's hand as we walk down the street, the air slowly cooling down.

"Here we are", he says and holds the door open for me. I walk inside to the dimly lit restaurant. There is some people eating and chatting, but overall it's very quiet and atmospheric. We walk to a man who greets us smiling.

"Hi, a reservation for Cameron", Rafe says. The waiter browses a list and then puts it down.

"This way sir", he says politely and shows us the way to our table. Rafe pulls me the chair and i sit down smiling. There is pretty flowers and a li candle on the table. The waiter hands us menus, and we thank him.

I ordered my favorite dish. We chatted while we waited for the food, and now we're eating in a comfortable silence.

"Thank you for taking care of everything", i say after a while. Rafe looks up at me and smiles.

"I wanted you to have a fun, nice honeymoon", he says and cuts his steak.

"It's only the first day and i'm already ready to live like this", i laugh.

"At least we still got a week", he smiles.

"But to be honest Rafe, i would be happy everywhere with you", i tell him and he grabs my hand over the table.

"Me too. I really love you, i hope you know that", he squeezes my hand.

"You've made it pretty clear", i smile and look into his eyes.

"And i really love you too."

We are lying on our hotel room bed, my leg draped over Rafe's body. My eyes are closed and my head is resting against his chest.

"I'm really happy to be married to you", Rafe whispers.

"Me too", i say and his hand tighten around my body.

"I had really fun today", i lift my head and kiss his cheek.

"I'm glad that you did. All i want is to make you happy", he says in a sleepy voice.

"You make me so happy", i whisper. Rafe lifts my head up from his chest and presses his lips to mine. I wrap my arm around his neck and place my other hand against his cheek. His hand is in my hair, the other one holding my waist. I could drown into this feeling. I try to put all the love i feel for him in to this kiss, make him know what i feel when i see his face, what i feel when his hands touch me or when we breathe the same air. The kiss becomes more intense and I throw my leg over his body, breaking the kiss for a second, gasping for air before he pulls me back in. My hands go from Rafe's face to his shoulders and back. I feel his hands on my waist, then on my back, and then everywhere. I lose my surroundings as i melt to his touch.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #obx #obx rafe #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron imagine #obx x y/n #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron fluff

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1-800-kami · 5 months

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margaret - lana del rey | nanami kento

.. just when you thought nanami left behind nothing, you discover a letter on the top of his closet... addressed to you.

content: 0.9k words, anime spoilers, fem!reader, small banana fish allusion at the end because i hate my life

author's note: i'm not okay.

it’s october 31st, 2019, and you think you’ve finally gained enough courage to clean out kento’s closet.

one year. that’s exactly how long it’s been since his death. ever since you found out that your fiance was a part of the thousands who fell victim to the shibuya incident, the days have blurred into one another. each day seems monotonous and devoid of life without the man who promised to spend the rest of his life with you.

each day, you just dream of the day that you’ll be able to see him again.

still, no one was using the clothes from his closet. you knew your fiance would’ve preferred it if you donated his clothes to someone who could actually use them. you’ve been putting it off, since you knew that the smell of his clothes would just fill your heart with yet another round of painful memories. despite that, you knew you had to do it one day.

you haven’t touched his closet since the day he died. his clothes still smell like his perfume, and everything is neatly folded. you take one of his shirts with a shaky breath and revel in his scent, eyes watering knowing that even though his scent is still there, he isn’t.

and that makes you feel alone. fuck, you feel so awfully alone.

your eyes scan through the entire closet, wondering where you’re gonna start with the cleaning. then, something sticking out of the top of your closet catches your eye. it seems so deliberately placed- wait, is that an envelope?

standing on your tiptoes and taking the envelope, you gasp–realizing that it's a letter addressed to you. from kento.

as far as you knew, your fiance didn’t leave anything behind for you other than a few broken promises. your engagement ring still rests on your ring finger, and it breaks your heart knowing that your wedding day will never come. he promised to marry you, that your honeymoon would be in kuantan, malaysia; and eventually–you’d buy a small house there just for the two of you, where sorcerers and curses are finally alien words and the rest of your days are spent out on the beach.

of course, none of that would ever happen now. you live knowing that your engagement ring will never be replaced with a wedding ring.

still, you thought that you’d live the rest of your life knowing that nanami never left anything behind for you... but this letter was new. you open it up, finding words scrawled in the handwriting that you knew all too well.

“to y/n—my love,

if you’re reading this, then it means that i’m dead, and i’m sorry.

i’m writing this letter because i know that as a jujutsu sorcerer, coming back home is never guaranteed. and yet, if i ever die, i don’t want you to be left behind with nothing. so one day, you’re going to have to clean out my closet, and you’re eventually going to find this letter.

i’m writing this hoping that you’re never going to have to read this, and i’ll throw this letter away eventually because i lived to come back home to you.

but we both know that there’s a chance i might not come home.

living to see the next day isn’t guaranteed for any of us. not for me, and not even for people like gojo. so if it ever comes to this, i want you to live for the both of us, love. it’s difficult but i truly don’t want to hold you back from being happy just because i’m gone. fall in love again and live your life. then, when i see you again, you can tell me everything, and i’ll be excited to hear all about it.

i can hear you outside right now humming while making dinner. i want the rest of our life to be domestic like that—but sometimes, life isn’t always fair.

i remember getting photos of us printed out, because whenever i would be out on a mission, i found myself missing you all the time… so i always kept photos of you and me in my phone case. i want you to have these photos because they kept me going whenever i wasn’t able to be with you. i hope you can eventually learn to do the same, love.

just know that i love you. i love you so, so much, dear. you’re my reason to live. you’re the reason why i love coming home every day—you’re the reason i work as hard as i can so you’ll never have to read this letter. and i really do hope that you’ll never, ever read this.

i love you and i’ll repeat it until the entire world knows it. i’m sorry that i never got to marry you. i’m sorry that we never got to go to kuantan together. i’m sorry that i never got to do the things that i promised i would.

even though i’m sorry for everything, you might’ve noticed that i haven’t said goodbye. that’s because i won’t say goodbye, because eventually, there’ll come a time when the stars align and we’ll meet again, no matter how far apart we are. and i can’t wait to see you again…

…because then, i’ll make everything up to you.

love,

kento.”

#nanami #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #nanami x y/n #nanami x you #nanami x reader #nanami angst #jujutsu kaisen nanami #kento nanami #nanami my beloved #jjk nanami

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When do Vegas Kate and Anthony go in their honeymoon? When do they know it's going to stick?

I think they go on their honeymoon about 8 weeks after they get home. They’ve been living together for about a month and Anthony lured Kate to the south of France with the promise that they would lounge around on the beach and that he would find a hotel that would accept Newton.

Anthony’s eyes widened as he watched his wife pack, “That’s ah… very interesting little… something you’ve just put in there.” He spied the lingerie she’d tucked away, still in the bag so he couldn’t see it, “That ah… something new?”

Kate rolled her eyes, “This is the problem with living with your husband: Impossible to surprise him.”

Anthony wrapped his arms around her waist, “Oh I promise, you can model it for me and I’ll still be very surprised when you wear it again for me. I’m so good at being surprised. I’ll be such a good boy.”

Kate leaned back against him, “No, You’ll be surprised when you see it for the first time on our honeymoon. And you haven’t even seen all the new swimwear I’ve bought.”

Anthony groaned, his forehead falling against her shoulder, “You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?”

“I hope not, I’m very fond of you actually. Now close your eyes because I need to put the swimwear in and I want it to be a surprise because I like how excited you get.” She kissed the end of his nose, “It’s very sweet and amazing for my ego.”

And I feel like it’s that trip that really sort of cements their relationship. They’re both committed to it beforehand of course, they live together, and they cook dinner and have brunch on Sundays and Anthony calls Kate’s mum on the way home to see if she needs anything while he’s out even though she’s not yet 50 and perfectly capable of going to M&S herself. And Kate picks Hyacinth up from her ice skating lesson because it’s on her way home and they always stop for ice cream afterwards. They’re committed and they feel married but this trip really cements that.

It’s just the two of them plus Newton, on the private little stretch of beach attached to the resort, Kate giggling perched on Anthony’s shoulders as he wades into the surf, threatening to throw her in while Newton runs around, yipping excitedly. They build stupid sandcastles and Anthony gets very annoyed that Kate keeps beating him at poker as they sit under a beach umbrella before Anthony throws her over his shoulder and carries her back to their room.

And they’re sat together at a restaurant one night, Anthony’s arm over her shoulders as they sit in the booth and her head’s leaning against his chest and it just comes out.

“I love you.”

Kate’s fingers played with the buttons on his shirt, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He kissed the top of his head, “I love you and I know we haven’t been together long but I just… I can’t wait for all the things we’re going to do together. I feel so lucky to be married to you, everything I learn about you is my favourite thing, and I love you.”

Kate buried her face in his chest for a moment before she sat up, looking him in the eye, “I love you too. I love the little crease between your eyebrows and the way you fold your socks, and I love the fact that you check in with my Mum every week to see if she needs anything and I love that you’re… proud to post pictures of us together and you support me and my speeches aren’t as good as yours but I love you too.”

Anthony’s chest felt tight as he leaned forward and kissed her, a soft, chaste little thing before he pulled back, “I think it was a pretty great speech. Wanna go back to the hotel and ah… consummate our little marriage?”

“We’ve consummated the marriage a lot.” Kate chuckled, leaving a kiss on his neck, “But obviously, hurry up and get the cheque.”

#shake the glitter off your clothes now #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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electrosair · 9 months

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Husband & dad headcanons anemo + cryo ver.

english isn’t my first language, sorry for mistakes

characters: heizou + kazuha + scaramouche + venti + xiao + kaeya

say ty to my best friend because if it wasn't for her this wouldn't be finished in 3 years.

word count: 1.8k

Heizou

how does he propose to you?

He will leave little clues around your house, he is such a good detective that it will get complicated and in the end he will have to tell you in a 'subtle' way. "I think someone is definitely trying to propose to you. And I happen to have a ring in my pocket."

where is the wedding taking place?

The beaches of Inazuma, at sunset. No more questions, right? They are too beautiful not to celebrate your wedding there.

where are you going on your honeymoon?

My best friend came up with this idea and it couldn't be missed. Heizou would be obsessed with solving something in his style to whatever destination you end up at, so why not go to Liyue and find out all about the ancient mountains and legends of the adeptus?

children before or after marriage?

Although it may not seem like it I feel that he is quite hooked on his work in some strange way. His top priority would not be to have children soon.

how many children does he want?

As I said before, I doubt with his job he has much time to offer to a large family, so between 1-2 kids, maybe a third one when he doesn't work so much anymore, but I doubt it.

how is he during your pregnancy?

He would worry about you, but he would hide it most of the time because he is a detective for a reason. He would always have an eye on you in case anything happens to you, and the moment he notices a first kick, his face lights up with a smile.

any memorable moment with his child?

Take the baby to work day, cause an impressive stir in his office and somehow or other end up solving a case thanks to your little kid. How? He doesn't even know.

Kazuha

how does he propose to you?

After one of the tournaments that Beidou organizes, he would use this stop of the ship to take you to the most beautiful place nearby that he could find. Facing the sea and with the wind blowing in the face of both of you.

where is the wedding taking place?

The Crux, please and thank you. All decorated with the wedding theme and the crew and wedding guests gathered on deck watching your union. We will skip the part where several guests got seasick.

where are you going on your honeymoon?

A place he hasn't been to yet, which leaves us with Sumeru, Fontaine, Natlan or Snezhnaya. I assume you would go to Sumeru because 1. it has port 2. it is more accessible 3. there are so many things to see and explore that Kazuha would take you around as excited as a toddler.

children before or after marriage?

Later, but just for the simple fact that you wouldn't be too sure you'd have the best life to take care of babies right now. I mean, if it's already hard as normal, I don't want to imagine it going from place to place on a boat, so you would wait a little bit.

how many children does he want?

He would be fine with whatever you wanted, but I can see him having more or less around 3 or 4 children once you are already settled in a house or at least for the first few years of the children's lives.

how is he during your pregnancy?

He would take you to different places for walks, with short breaks in between so you don't overexert yourself too much. "Breathe, we're almost there. The top is beautiful, I promise, besides, this is good for when it's time to see our baby."

any memorable moment with his child?

He would probably sing lullabies for your baby to fall asleep, when he grows up they will become little stories and I assure you that no matter how hard you try now he will always want Kazuha to put him to bed.

Scaramouche

how does he propose to you?

If he can fly he's going to use it to surprise you, seeing your amazed face when you landed gave him the strength he needed, so he would simply pick you up off the ground and carry you to the prettiest flower meadow he could find.

where is the wedding taking place?

Sumeru is a good place, nice landscapes, good places to eat and a port so that when you finish the wedding he can continue wandering around the other nations with you as a travel companion.

where are you going on your honeymoon?

Is it okay if I discard Inazuma and Snezhnaya? I'll take that as a yes and say Fontaine seems like a good place to go, especially if it's summer and you can enjoy dips in the water, I bet he'd try ducking you but he'd feel too bad since you're just married.

children before or after marriage?

I feel like he's the type of person who tries to delay having kids as long as possible, so you would definitely end up having them after you get married.

how many children does he want?

I would say between 1-3, 3 being the maximum because he might not be able to stand that much. You would start by having only 1, but after seeing that it is not as bad as it seems you would convince him, he would convince himself, to have another one. "You know what I told you about one being enough for me? Well, I've been thinking about it, and I think you're right…. No, it's not at all because I think they're too cute."

how is he during your pregnancy?

He'd tease you about little pregnancy cravings and such, but at the end of the day he'd try to give you everything he could get. And add to that the bonus of giving you little massages just to get you to 'stop complaining'.

any memorable moment with his child?

He would plan little pranks with the child behind your back and if you caught them he wouldn't hesitate for five seconds and say that the idea was your kid's idea. Only to then make the child forget all about it and make an even better plan.

Venti

how does he propose to you?

After a long time without setting foot in the ruins of the northern part of the nation, he decided to take you there himself. He would guide you to the top of the central tower and propose to you in front of the beautiful view.

where is the wedding taking place?

The Mondstadt church, I mean, what is it for? Other than to praise the anemo archon, who happens to be the same as your future husband. What a coincidence that he was the one who chose the site.

where are you going on your honeymoon?

Let's be honest, he likes any place where he can be served a good wine, and if he is accompanied by you while he drinks it, it's even better. So that's his only requirement, you choose the rest.

children before or after marriage?

Venti doesn't really care, what he likes most is freedom. So I doubt very much that he should be carried away by what people say about having children sooner or later. He lets it flow.

how many children does he want?

Neither too many nor too few, maybe 2 or 3, although the maximum would be 4. He would already be burdened with all the responsibilities that only having one entails.

how is he during your pregnancy?

He doesn't have much else to do during the day apart from playing and being with friends, we can say that he has plenty of time to spend with you. He would also do little things like sing to you during the last few months, when he is sure that the baby listens to him too, and he would even try to drink less. "I'm fine like this, I won't order wine today. A tea like the one you ordered would do me good."

any memorable moment with his child?

A chuckle escaped him as you looked in surprise at your baby floating instead of taking the first steps and turned to see Venti frowning. He wouldn't be able to give a vision to a child barely 1 year old, would he?

Xiao

how does he propose to you?

At first you were worried to see Xiao so nervous, he was usually quite calm and even if he was overwhelmed he wouldn't let you see him like that. You thought it might be because of some of his duties as adeptus, but when he took you to a isolated spot on the mountain and knelt down it all came together.

where is the wedding taking place?

It is obvious to say Liyue, but exactly where, I have doubts. I would discard places like The Chasm and the city, but regarding the rest, I don't think he'd care much about where you're going to celebrate it, he wouldn't even care if it was so inaccessible that almost nobody could go.

where are you going on your honeymoon?

Mondstadt seems like a good place, it's close and he could go relatively quickly to Liyue if he really needs it (a lot). Because it doesn't look like you're going to let him go that easily.

children before or after marriage?

Afterwards, but not for the fact that you are getting married, I feel that he wants to be absolutely sure that you and your children are as safe as possible with him.

how many children does he want?

2, a reasonable number. I don't see him as a father of a very large family, maybe even 1 but he would end up wanting more even if he denied it.

how is he during your pregnancy?

Just attending to your needs whenever he can and watching you 24/7, he used to do that before too but now he has an excuse to do it so you don't say anything to him about it.

any memorable moment with his child?

We all know that Xiao ate snow, not at all would he mention it casually in front of your son and his best idea was to try it and follow his father's steps. He got sick. "I promise I won't say those things in front of him again, even though I don't understand wh- Sorry, sorry."

Kaeya

how does he propose to you?

The bar where you were spending the evening was about to close and Kaeya saw his chance coming. He led you to a slightly more private place and kissed your hand as he knelt down in front of you, pulling out of his pants pocket a small object that glowed in the moonlight.

where is the wedding taking place?

Perhaps on the Mondstadt square, a place where you can have a big celebration to which you can both invite all your friends.

where are you going on your honeymoon?

Maybe Inazuma or Fontaine? Even Snezhnaya. I don't see him as the type to withstand very hot climates very well so Sumeru and Natlan would be out of the question. So a good refreshing trip in which you enjoy the new cities and bars.

children before or after marriage?

He's not the type who cares about the whole problem of having children, as long as he can have them with you he's fine with it any time. So let's say both before and after.

how many children does he want?

Large family for Kaeya. I'm sorry that being an only child and that after everything that happened with Diluc and his father they are now like this…. I mean, he definitely wants siblings for your first child. So around 4.

how is he during your pregnancy?

He would spoil you and ask for days off just for you, but let's not fool ourselves, when he sees your belly grow the slightest bit he would hug you and put his head close to it to try to hear something. He talks more to the baby than to you and it's not even born yet.

any memorable moment with his child?

I can just imagine him telling them stories about how his family are all pirates and that's why they never see them and he wears an eye patch. Just like he did to you when you first met. "Your grandfather gave me this treasure map for when you grow up, that's why you have to eat everything to grow up so you can get the buried mora and jewels."

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winchesterwild78 · 12 days

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Unexpected Hunter Pt 10

Unexpected Hunter Master List

Chapter Warnings: angst, oral sex-male receiving, violence, squint your eyes and a little smut, fluff, I think that’s it sorry if it isn’t.

A/N: Kind of a long chapter-sorry 😆, Our lovebirds are on a hunt together and things get intense. I edited this fast so please overlook any mistakes

All work is my own, don’t take it

18+ Minors DNI

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It’s been a few weeks since the wedding and honeymoon. You and Dean had an amazing time together. The weather was perfect, you went swimming, made love as much as you could and just enjoyed being with each other. Dean loved being at the beach and you loved spending time with him. You were happy to be home though. You missed your babies and Sam.

Jack let your family and Bobby stay until you and Dean came home. They helped take care of the twins and spent time catching up with everyone. You would always be grateful to Jack for giving you and Dean time with your family. It was sad to say goodbye again, but it felt good to have them witness your wedding and see your children.

Dean jumped right into daddy duties and Sam of course kept looking for cases. Some cases you, Dean and the twins would go on, some just you and Dean would go on with Sam. The twins would stay with either Donna or Jodi. You were thankful they didn’t go all the time. Dean really wanted to keep you and the twins as far away from hunting as possible, but you told him if he was going to stay in the life then you were too.

He knew it was pointless to argue with you. Sam found a case he needed Dean to go on. You told the guys you were going too. Considering the case involved a child eating witch, you decided the twins would stay with Donna. Dean tried to convince you to stay home but you told him no. You knew now more than ever what those mothers would be going through so you were going.

Everyone packed and you loaded the twins in the car. You sat in between them and Dean and Sam sat up front. Bobby and Jodi were giggling and playing with you. You were so focused on them you didn’t notice Dean watching and smiling at you. He really loved watching you as a mom. He often said you were a natural and the twins were so lucky to have such an amazing mom.

After about an hour the twins fell asleep. You watched the countryside pass by as you stared out the window. You looked up and saw Dean looking at you in the rear view mirror. You offered him a soft smile and he gave you one back. Not too much longer and Dean was pulling into Donna’s driveway. He and Sam grabbed the twins as you got out of the car. She gave you all a hug and you carried the twins bags in the guest room. “Thank you Donna for watching them. I really felt like I needed to go on this case too. I can’t imagine the pain these mothers are feeling. I would be devastated if something happened to those two.” You said gesturing at your sleeping babies.

“You know I love when they come to visit. Aunt Donna enjoys spoiling them.” She said with a smile. “Sweetheart, we’ve got to get on the road if we’re going to be there before dark” Dean said walking in the room. You hugged Donna and gave the twins a kiss on the head. Dean gave Donna a hug and told her thank you. He walked over to the twins and stood there looking at them for a minute. His heart twinged a bit thinking about this case. He understood why it was important for you to go. He kissed the twins and then left the room.

The three of you piled in the car. Sam insisted you ride shotgun and you were happy to do it. Any excuse to be close to your husband. You sat in the middle next to Dean who had one hand on the wheel and the other draped behind you. He pulled you close to his side. You would never get tired of being close to him. You loved everything about him, especially his heart.

You didn’t know a lot about his childhood but what you did broke your heart. He had to be mom and dad to Sam and he shouldered everything. He wanted Sam to have as much of a normal childhood as possible and would often intervene in John and Sam’s arguments. He desperately needed someone to take care of him but it was hard for him to let anyone in. He felt like he always had to be the giver and would feel selfish if he took anything or enjoyed anything. You understood this was why he tried to push you away when you first fell in love.

You laid your head on his shoulder and teased him with your hand on his thigh. You’d giggle and move your hand up closer to his bulge. He’d suck air in and give you a look. Sam had fallen asleep in the backseat so you took the opportunity to tease your husband a little more. You looked back at Sam and saw he was out cold and had his earbuds in.

Once you saw he was asleep and couldn’t hear you decided to be extra naughty. You got a mischievous grin on your face and your hands found Dean’s belt. You unhooked it and Dean looked at you. “What are you doing sweetheart” he asked with a grin. “Oh nothing. Just having some fun. Passing the time” you smirked. He looked back and saw Sam was asleep so he adjusted in the seat. You pulled down his pants just enough to release his already hard cock.

You leaned over and licked his shaft from the base to the tip. Once you were at the tip you took it all in your mouth. Taking your tongue and swirling it up and down his shaft. Dean took his hand and gently pushed your head back and forth on his cock. You sucked hard and deep. He was groaning and trying to focus on the road. He growled as you sucked and licked him. Getting faster you could hear his breath hitching. “Oh god. I’m going to cum sweetheart. Don’t stop” Dean said moving his hips. You picked up the pace as you sucked him deeper down your throat. You knew you were loud but you didn’t care. “Ugh…god…. I’m….” Was all Dean could say before he released his load down your throat. You licked up every last drop.

When you sat up you helped get him dressed and leaned in to kiss him. “God I love you. You didn’t have to do that” he said kissing you again. “I know I didn’t. I wanted to. I love you too Dean” you said sitting back in the seat.

You held Dean’s hand as he drove on towards the destination. As you got closer your mind kept drifting to the twins. What would you do if something happened to them? Are they really safe with you and Dean in this life? What about when they get older, are we really raising them to be hunters? You were consumed with these thoughts when Dean noticed you looked upset. “Hey y/n, are you okay” he asked looking over at you. “Yeah, just thinking about the future and our children. I guess we never got a chance to talk about what their future will look like and how we would handle hunting. It’s just this case. It’s hitting me hard now that I’m a mom.” You said looking out the window. A tear slipped out and you quickly wiped it away. You didn’t think Dean saw it but he did.

Dean took your hand and squeezed it. “Baby, we don’t have to do this. We can leave the life and have that apple pie life we’ve talked about. Raise the twins to play not to hunt. With Jack up there and looking over us I know we would be okay.” Dean said smiling at you.

“I know that babe. I just worry about who would help the mothers and fathers who are missing their children because some monster took them or worse. Right now I’m capable of helping them and reunite their families. How can I turn my back on that, but then I look at our children and I would walk through hell to keep them safe and have a normal childhood. I don’t want them to ever have to grow up too fast or have to raise each other because you and I were killed on a hunt. Dean, I don’t know what the right answer is and it kills me.” You said as your tears started to fall.

“Shhhh, it’s okay sweetheart. We don’t have to make a decision right now. We are doing just fine and the kids are happy, healthy and safe. You make sure of that.” Dean said holding you close. You just leaned against him and cried. He held you as he drove. He sighed when he finally saw the hotel come into view.

Sam climbed out and got two rooms. Dean grabbed the bags and you went to your room. You called Donna to check on the twins and she said they were playing and have a blast. You thanked her again and hung up. Dean came into the room with the bags and set them down. He hugged you tight and gave you a gentle kiss. “We’ll figure it out baby. I promise. No matter what we decide we will decide it together. I made a promise to you and our children to always protect you and no matter what that looks like I’m going to do it. I love you and our children so much and I’ll stop at nothing to keep you all safe.” Dean said hugging you.

Sam knocked on the door and Dean told him to come in. The three of you sat looking over the lore and getting right to work on the case. Sam and Dean decided to head to the police station and you gathered more information about the missing children. The child who went missing first was a little girl about 18 months old. She was at the park with her babysitter when she was taken.

You decided to head to the park to look for clues. Dean met you there and the both of you went to talk to her mother. She welcomed you both in and she looked exhausted. You knew she hadn’t slept and your heart broke for her. She showed you a picture of her daughter and your heart stopped. Her daughter had dirty blond hair and bright green eyes like your Jodi. You took her hand and said “I promise you I will stop at nothing to bring your baby girl back to you.” She smiled at you, hugged you and told you thank you.

Her daughter was close in age to your children and your mama instincts kicked in. You thanked her for her time and you and Dean left. When you got to the car Dean opened the door for you and you climbed in. Once inside you just cried. You thought about her empty arms and how you would be devastated if something happened to the twins. You really didn’t know how she was functioning. Dean climbed in and put his arms around you. “I know baby. It’s going to be okay. We will find them.” He said trying to calm you down.

When you two got back to the hotel Sam was there looking over the lore and the case files. You sat down with tears still staining your face and opened the files. You were determined to get these children home safely. Sam looked at you then up at Dean. Dean offered him a soft smile. Sam knew you had been crying but Dean’s smile assured him you’d be okay.

You poured over the files and you realized this had been happening in this area for decades. You were able to trace it back to colonial times. Digging deeper you found a connection.

“Guys, this witch is targeting specific families and their children. It’s been going on for generations. She must have a vendetta against them. That’s the only thing that makes sense.” You said looking between Sam and Dean. A few minutes later “Oh my god.” You said. “What” both guys said. “She leaves one child alive as a warning of what’s coming. The last child left alive should be about 50 now. Her name is Josephine Miller. We need to go talk to her.” You said. Sam and Dean agreed. Sam put his hand on your shoulder “great job Y/N. You’ve always been an amazing hunter” he said. You nodded and smiled.

The three of you got your FBI clothes on and headed for the car. Before you got in Dean kissed you. He knew you were anxious so he wanted to help calm you. His kiss and touch always seemed to help ground you. The three of you drove to Ms Miller’s house. You got out and approached her home.

Before you could knock an older woman opened the door. You gave her a soft smile and introduced yourself and the guys. She looked suspicious and said “you’re not FBI, you’re hunters.” You, Sam and Dean exchanged looks. She stepped to the side and let you guys in. You all took a seat and you asked her how she knew the three of you were hunters. She explained when she was taken a really nice man came and saved her and had told her parents he was a hunter that hunted monsters. He was mad the witch got away but he was happy she was safe. She smiled and said “when the witch got away I remember he yelled “balls” and I giggled because I had never heard language like that before.” You looked at Sam and Dean and smiled. Bobby had been on this case before.

The four of you sat and talked about what she remembered about the witch. She said she remembered the witch would feed her and the other kids. If the kids cried too much or didn’t eat for her, she turned them into statues for her garden. You asked her if she remembered why she let her go and she said all the witch kept saying was “I looked like her”. She said she never understood what that meant. “May I see a picture of you from around the time you were taken” you asked her. Sam and Dean looked at you confused and then at each other. You gasped when you saw the picture. She had dirty blonde hair and green eyes. “Do you remember where she took you” Dean asked.

“Yeah it’s not that far in the woods. Right off the highway behind Miller’s Country Store. My parents owned it, now my brother and his family run it.” She said. The three of you thanked her for her time and left. She stopped you and told you to be careful. “That witch is nasty. She’s after the founding families of this town. Her daughter was accidentally killed by them. They were trying to go after the witch and she got caught in the crossfire. The witch has taken a child from each generation since.” You thanked her and left.

When you got back to the hotel the three of you changed. Dean was trying to be flirty but your mind kept thinking about the case, the missing children, the witch’s child and your twins. Dean looked at you and said something you didn’t hear. “Hey, sweetheart. You okay” he asked walking up to you. “Yeah. This case is just getting to me. Ms Miller told me the witch is targeting the founding families because they killed her child. It makes me sad, but she’s still hurting children. I’m torn as a mother and as a hunter. If someone hurt our children I’d stop at nothing to make them suffer, but I wouldn’t hurt another child. I just want to find her and get this over with. I want to be home with our children. I know they are safe with Donna, but I’d feel better holding them.” You said sitting on the bed. “I know. Sammy is getting the location for us now so we don’t go in blind.” He gets up and pulls you off the bed wrapping his arms around you. “It’ll be okay y/n, I promise. We will get the kids back to their parents and take care of the witch. Before we know it we will be back home holding our babies close.” Dean said kissing the top of your head.

Sam walked in and said he found the house. Y’all geared up and took off towards the witch’s house. The three of you approached quietly and you could hear a baby crying for their mother. You looked at Dean and before he could stop you, you burst through the front door. Sam and Dean exchanged looks and ran after you. You startled the witch and she was about to throw you into the wall but she stopped. Sam and Dean burst through the open doorway and she flung them into the opposite wall. Pinning them to it. All they could do was stand there and watch her make her way over towards you.

“Mmmm you smell delicious” she hissed at you. “Let the children go. I know what happened to your baby. It was an accident. They didn’t mean to kill her. Please, let these children go home to their mothers’ empty arms.” You pleaded as tears filled your eyes. The baby you heard crying was in the corner crying and calling out “mama”. Your heart broke. The witch stepped closer to you and took a long sniff up your neck. Dean became enraged and tried to break free. She grabbed your face and licked your cheek. You turned away in disgust. “Don’t you touch her you bitch.” Dean yelled from across the room. The witch flung her hand towards him and he couldn’t talk. She cackled and turned back to you.

“Now, why do you taste and smell so good” she asked. She circled around you and looked you up and down. “Ah yes. You’ve had a child, no wait (sniffs again) ooh two delicious children. I can still taste and smell them on you.” She said. It sent a shiver down your spine. A single tear fell from your eye. You looked over at the baby. She was barely crying now. Poor baby was exhausted.

You looked at the witch and then over at Sam and Dean. You mouthed “I love you” to Dean. His eyes went wide and he shook his head wildly no. Sam shouted No. It was too late. You took all your strength and lunged at the witch. Knocking her back and off her feet you had her pinned to the ground. You held her hands down and grabbed your knife you kept in your boot. Plunging it into her chest. This knife was a little gift from Rowena. It had a powerful spell on it that allowed you to kill all sorts of monsters, including witches. Once you plunged the knife in she screamed in pain and the boys dropped to the floor. Dean ran over to you and Sam ran over to the baby. Dean grabbed you hugging and kissing you while he was yelling at you for doing something that could have gotten you killed.

You saw Sam with the baby and you ran over to him taking her carefully. She was still breathing and was okay.

Dean and Sam burned the witch’s body and searched for any survivors. They found the other missing children in the basement and they were all okay. You carried the baby outside and climbed into the Impala. Dean called the local police to come out and get the children you found. Dean climbed in the front and Sam in the back. You looked at Dean and said “let’s take her to her mom”. He smiled at you and drove towards her house.

When you pulled up you were carrying the sleeping baby girl and her mother opened the door and gasped. She ran to you and you handed her the sweet baby girl. She cried and thanked you for bringing her baby safely home. She hugged you and both of you cried. The baby woke up and saw her mother and cried “mama”. You, Dean and Sam walked away and left them alone.

Once back at the hotel you collapsed on the bed. Dean climbed in next to you and snuggled up to you. “You did amazing today baby. You scared the hell out of me, but you went with your gut and took her down. Those mothers have their children back tonight because of you and what you did.” He kissed your lips and pulled you tight.

“Thank you, Dean. I don’t know what the future holds for us and hunting, but I know we will figure it out together. I love you and I’m sorry I scared you. All I could think about was what if that was Bobby or Jodi in there. I’d want someone not to hesitate to get to them.” You said as you kissed him.

You both took a shower and cleaned off the grime from the day. Once in your comfy clothes you snuggled under the blanket with Dean. He kissed you softly and ran his hands through your hair. You moaned into his mouth. His movements were slow and gentle. Dean knew you needed him but you also needed tonight to be able connection and not rushed. He slowly ran his hands over your body and removed your clothes. You helped remove his and you slowly ran your hands on his chest and over his strong arms.

He captured your lips in a soft but passionate kiss. As he made love to you his strong arms held you tight. You felt safe and content in his arms. Dean was an incredible lover, but it was something different when he made love to you. He had a hard time telling you how much he loved you, but when he made love to you he showed you. When you were done and cleaned up he took you in his arms and held you as you both drifted off to sleep. You couldn’t wait to get home to your babies, but tonight you had your husband and that’s all you needed right now.

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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Due to my little freak out over this thunderstorm that’s currently happening. Could I send a lil request for Eddie or Steve comforting reader during one please? 💕 (I’m fine just sick so I’m extra anxious rn)

Hiiii babes!! So I hope you don’t mind I’m gonna combine this with a request for an Eddie x Princess blurb that the lovely @clonewifey49 sent in! I hope y’all enjoy!!💖

-find all things Eddie x Princess here✨

*Eddie knows you don’t like storms but that’s okay because he’s got you*

“It’s okay baby I’m right here.” You let out a shaky breath as Eddie’s hold on you tightens around your middle. “It’s just some wind and rain Princess.” He whispers in your ear as your back presses against his chest due to being sat in his lap in the middle of the bed. “Nothing to be afraid of.” He mumbles before placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Can’t help it.” You whisper as you place your hands on his arms giving them a hard squeeze as you hear a loud clap of thunder. “I hate this.” You flinch as the lights in the trailer flicker as it starts to rain even harder. Eddie knows you’ve never been a fan of storms, especially bad ones like the current one that was more than likely going to cause the lights in the trailer to go out. “Eddie…” He is quick to reach over and grab the flashlight off the nightstand as the lights flicker again.

“Don’t worry baby I’ve got it covered.” His voice is soft and reassuring as he hands you the flashlight. “Where do you want to go on our honeymoon?” You feel your eyes go wide as you turn your face so you can look up at him, he’s already looking down at you with a smile on his face. “Come on sweetheart I know you’ve given it some thought.” You jump a little as the wind makes the shutters outside rattle making Eddie just pull you closer to his chest.

“Uhm well I think Greece would be fun.” You answer making Eddie just nod and smile. “It looks really pretty and I’ve always wanted to go.” You add as you settle into his lap and rest your head on his shoulder, your hand still firmly gripping the flashlight.

“I bet you’d look absolutely breathtaking on a beach in Greece.” You feel your cheeks get warm as Eddie places a kiss to your cheek. “Oh yeah I can picture it now, you with a fruity drink in your hand and the nice ocean breeze blowing through your hair.” You let out a sigh as he begins to slowly rock you back and forth in his arms. “Can’t wait.” You smile as he gives your middle a little squeeze.

“I mean you have to ask me to marry you first.” You remind him making him laugh as he nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck.

“Do I? I thought I already did that?” You roll your eyes as you remember him drunkenly telling you he wants you to be his wife.

“That doesn’t count and you know it.” You argue making him chuckle as your grip on the flashlight loosens. “You have to do it the proper way. One knee and everything or it’s not happening.” Eddie just nods his head as he feels your body start to relax in his arms.

“Don’t worry baby I’ve got it all planned out.” You just smile and lean further into him, the flashlight slipping from your hold as he places a kiss just below your ear. Eddie knows the best way to distract you from the storm outside is to get your mind off it, so he will ask all the questions he can think of and hold you as close as possible as long as it helps you relax.

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mcubx · 1 year

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gold (j. maybank)

“gold on your fingertips. fingertips against my cheek”

paring: jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: you’re a kook, he’s a pouge. the honeymoon phase of your relationship is over and you realize you’re not as perfect for each other as you thought. one thing leads to another and you’re both left wondering: is your love for each other strong enough?

warnings: none really. maybe a few curse words. physical fighting. mentions of blood.

jj never had access to the “finer things in life” growing up. when he was a kid there wasn’t much he could do about it. but now he’s older. and finding this gold is the most important thing to him. it’s the essence of his being.

except, the gold isn’t the most important thing. or it shouldn’t be at least. the most important thing to him is you, the love of his life.

jj had never believed he deserved anything good in life, so when he got you it seemed like some kind of sick joke the universe was playing on him. he was dating the most beautiful, kindest girl he’d ever met. and she was a kook. he couldn’t believe how happy he was. but as time went by, and he found himself falling helplessly for you, he realized it wasn’t a joke. you were his, and you weren’t going anywhere.

until now.

“jj i don’t know how many times we’ve had this conversation!” you were pacing around on the beach. you and jj had slipped away from the crowds of people at the party on the beach. it was huge- pouges, kooks, and tourists all mingling among one another. it was the first party since the pouges had been rescued from the island.

since your boyfriend, jj, had been brought back to you.

“you don’t understand baby, i can’t stop. not when it’s right there at my fingertips!” he said, running his hands through his hair.

“this stupid search for gold is killing you jj! you’re gone all hours of the day and can you even count how many times you’ve had a gun pointed at you? you just got back from being stranded on an island for gods sake!” you begged him to see your side.

“i know, i just-.”

“god! could you just please listen to me!”

“i am listening!” he put his hands on your face. his fingertips brushed against your cheek bone. “ i am listening.” he spoke quieter, lips just inches away. when he ran his fingers across your bottom lip, all you could feel was him reaching for the gold.

all you could think of was him leaving you again to go get into god knows what kind of trouble with the pouges.

“i’m okay. i’m fine.” jj tried to calm your worries.

“but i’m not!” you removed yourself from his arms. “i’m not okay, jj. i cant be. not when you’re out killing yourself and i don’t hear from you for days on end. i.. i can’t do this anymore. you’re choosing the gold over our relationship.”

“no y/n please! listen i’m sorry okay! i’ll stop. i won’t worry about the gold anymore okay? i won’t choose it ever again. please just don’t go anywhere. i need you.” he pleaded with you, grabbing your arm.

“jj..” you spoke softly. he looked at you, determined to not let you go anywhere. “jj i love you.”

“i love you too.”

“but..” you started, thinking how to say your next words. “this gold is important to you. and i’m not taking that away. you deserve to get what you want. but so do i.”

“what i want is you. i want you y/n.” jj looked at you.

“and i want you. but we need different things.”

“so what are you saying?” he asked.

you took a deep breath.

“i’m saying… our relationship just ended.”

his entire face dropped and his grip on your arm tightened.

“i’m so sorry y/n. i should’ve been better. i can be better.” he said, moving his hands from your arm to your waist. he pulled you in and you just wanted to kiss him. kiss him and tell him everything would be okay and you could work through it.

but you were just so tired of giving that you were beginning to feel empty.

“i love you jj. which is why i need to let you go. i won’t make you change into someone you don’t want to be. we just don’t work anymore.”

you could feel the familiar sting of tears in your eyes. you could see jj’s filling with tears too. he dropped his head into the crook of your neck.

he placed a soft kiss to your collarbone before looking up. he leaned in, placing the softest, most affectionate kiss on your lips.

“even though we’re over now, i love you. i will always love you.”

you looked at him for awhile. for awhile you both stood there, staring at one another. you finally pushed yourself out of his arms.

you started walking back into the party, praying he wasn’t right behind you.

it’s been over two weeks since you ended things with jj. every girl on the island had taken this as their chance to get with him, but to no avail.

jj had locked himself away. nobody was able to convince himself to come out. not even the pouges. he’d missed party after party.

you weren’t much better. you had barely left the house. you’d spent one day out on the beach by yourself, but left when rafe and topper arrived, disrupting your peace.

you weren’t given much of a choice about midsummers.

“if i have to suffer through it, so do you.” kiara had said while you, her, and sarah were dress shopping. you didn’t want to go. it was stupid and jj wasn’t going to be your date. he was going to serve with pope.

you sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your midsummers dress. it was gorgeous, and you felt 15 different kinds of beautiful in it. but you couldn’t put it on. you couldn’t go to midsummers.

you loved jj, more than anything, but you knew you were holding him back by wanting him to change.

the pouges and their adventures were his life. and you couldn’t change that. you didn’t want to change that. you loved him exactly as he was.

but, as much as it pained you to think about, he wasn’t practical. he wasn’t the right kind of guy for you. your lives were too different.

he craved adventure. he stayed out late, drank often, and had nobody to answer to. his life was on the cut with the pouges.

and you loved that about him.

but your life was here, on figure eight. fancy outfits, lunch with your parents at the country club, and a strict curfew. it wasn’t exactly your favorite way of living but it was you knew you needed. you had plans.

you were gonna get off the island and go to school. you were gonna be a doctor or a lawyer or something important. those plans just didn’t align with jj’s. and that’s why things had to end. you ended things with him to create the life you wanted.

but you were never gonna be anything if you didn’t get out of bed and quit crying all the time.

so you got up, you put on your midsummers dress, you did your makeup and hair, and you were determined to have a good time tonight.

what you hadn’t planned on was seeing jj in his serving outfit and feeling your heart drop to the pit of your stomach.

he was moving around gracefully, well, as graceful as he could, with a tray of champagne. he made his way towards you and offered the drinks to your parents. when they turned their heads you took a glass from jj’s tray.

“but you don’t ever drink.” he said, placing his free hand on your forearm. it stung. it stung to know that this small gesture, which used to be second nature in your relationship, was now awkward. he retracted his hand.

“i am tonight.” you said, taking a sip. you moved away from him and tried to shake the cold feeling on your arm were jj’s warmth had been just moments ago. you sat down somewhere, staring into the glass.

jj was right, you rarely drank. but tonight, if you were going enjoy midsummers and push yourself out of your comfort zone, you needed a little extra help.

“y/n y/l/n, what do we have here?” a familiar voice breathed down your neck. you got chill bumps and straightened your posture.

“what do you want rafe?” you rolled your eyes, refusing to turn and look at him. apparently he took your standoffish attitude as an invitation to get closer. he planted himself next to you and placed a heavy arm around your shoulders.

“i hear you’re a free woman now.” he smirked, taking a sip from his glass. you scoffed and rolled your eyes. he didn’t take very kindly to that action.

“what’s with the attitude doll? c’mon i know you gotta feel so much better now that that pouge isn’t weighing you down.” rafe scooted closer.

“don’t talk about him like that.” you stated, taking another sip of your champagne.

“who? maybank? please i’ll talk about him however i want. what’s that pouge gonna go about it.”

you simply got up and turned to walk away, but rafe followed.

“i’m sorry princess, i didn’t mean to hurt your feeling.” he placed a finger under your chin. “how about you and i head out of here early. we can hang at my place before the parents get home.”

“bite me rafe.” you slapped his hand away.

“hey!” he raised his voice at you and grabbed your wrist.

“ow! rafe let me-.” but you couldn’t even finish your sentence because he was on the ground under a furious jj.

“don’t you ever touch her again you hear?” he was holding rafe down by his shoulders.

“listen here you little pouge.” rafe said, flipping jj onto his back and laying his fist into his jaw.

“rafe!” you yelled, immediately moving to pull him away from jj. he pushed you away with a good amount of force that had you tripping over your dress. it wasn’t a big deal, you weren’t hurt, you really just tripped, but this lit a fire in jj. if he was holding back before, he wasn’t at all anymore.

he immediately laid his fist into rafe’s jaw. they were rolling and punching each other in the jaw. the music stopped and the rest of the party gained attention.

topper came to pull rafe off jj. rafe fell backwards into the arms of his little posse. jj stood up and had no one in his corner. kiara, john b, sarah, and pope were no where to be found.

without a second glance at rafe or the rest of the kooks, you hurried to jj, taking his face in your hands. you led him away from the crowds and into the nearest indoor bathroom.

he leaned against the sink as you used what you could find on hand to stop the bleeding in his face. he had a cut on his right cheekbone and a busted lip.

“you don’t have to do this.” he sighed, crossing his arms.

“you didn’t have to tackle rafe, but here we are.”

“i tackled him because he was hurting you.” jj looked away.

“i don’t need you to protect me.” you said.

“yeah i know. you made that perfectly clear by breaking up with me.”

your movements against his wounds stalled. the anxiety you had been feeling in your chest quickly materialized as tears in your eyes.

you loved jj. so much. and it killed you to end things with him.

“oh y/n, i- im sorry. i didn’t mean-.”

“no no you’re right. i did breakup with you. but i regret it. so much. i don’t know how to live without you.” your quiet tears turned to not so quiet sobs. jj pulled you against his chest. you took comfort in his familiar warmth.

“you don’t have to. you don’t have to.” he said, rubbing your back.

jj’s words resonated for a moment. you really didn’t have to live without him. you could be with him.

“i don’t want to.” you looked up at him, mascara streaming down your face.

“i miss you y/n. i’m sorry i hurt you. i just want to be with you. please.” jj wiped away the tears on your face.

“i’m sorry i asked you to change jj, i love uou just the way you are.” you pressed your lips to his in a passionate kiss. you tasted the salt from your tears and blood from your busted lip. as he kissed you, all the worries about your future melted away.

the future would come eventually. you are in the right now. and right now you knew jj maybank was all you needed.

and you were all he wanted.

#jj maybank #obx fanfiction #rudy pankow #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank x reader #outer banks #celebrities #actor #jj maybank fanfiction

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viviennevermillion · 2 years

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Honeymoon Headcanons

notes: this is part of our #marry a harbinger event! if you fulfill the requirements we'd be happy if you participate! have these headcanons about going on a nice honeymoon vacation with columbina and pantalone

contains: character x gn!reader

characters included: pantalone, columbina

warnings: columbina is unhinged. not towards you but she is most definitely unhinged.

Pantalone:

He is so happy to be married to you

He will spoil you so much. He'll let you pick the destination for your honeymoon and then he'll buy a mansion specifically for the occasion. Everything for you.

He doesn't rent it, he buys it. Along with a whole patch of empty beach. So on the anniversaries of your wedding, the two of you can come back to your honeymoon estate and spend some time there.

He even hires staff and butlers specifically for your honeymoon. They'll have a bunch of fancy lights and candles and rose petals prepared for when you arrive.

You're tired after the long trip so Pantalone picks you up and carries you bridal style through the door.

"What would you like to eat, my love?", he puts you down on the luxurious, comfortable sofa and kisses your forehead.

Doesn't matter if anything you want doesn't even exist in the country you're currently in, Pantalone will have it shipped to you as soon as possible.

He had the staff prepare a warm bath for the two of you with all sorts of expensive products. He holds you close to him for the whole evening and gives you so many loving kisses.

"I love you so much... I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you", he whispers and nuzzles your neck when he falls asleep in your arms that night. Your bedroom has the softest bed you have ever been in and the staff has put multiple pillows and blankets in it so when you fall asleep, all you feel around you is either soft bedsheets or Pantalone's hugs. His hair smells so nice after the bath and he looks so peaceful, sleeping in your arms with a smile on his face.

He wakes up before you and has the staff prepare breakfast for you. He knows all your favorite foods and he will spoil you. The breakfast is always bigger than necessary for two people so sometimes you scold him about throwing away this much food.

He likes to take strolls at the beach with you. Dressed in swimming trousers and a loose, short-sleeved shirt that is nevertheless unnecessarily expensive (think of like,,,, a million dollar hawaii shirt), he walks through the sand with you at sunset

Not really the swimming type. Will do it if you insist though. But complains all the time about how cold the water is.

He'd offer to hire professional sandcastle artists to build whatever you want for you but is just as happy if you refuse and want to build one yourself. He doesn't help you though, he doesn't want to stick his fingers into the dirt.

Takes you on a romantic boat trip one night. He'll admire your face from the side as you stare out onto the ocean.

Chuckles when you point at the dolphins swimming by. "I could buy us a dolphin to take home", he offers. "No. Like,,, I don't even... just don't", you refuse and ruffle his hair.

He has hired a band for live music. They can do everything from ballroom dance music to tavern songs to romantic ballads to musical numbers.

Would ask you for a dance and just ends up kissing you in the middle of it, paying no mind to the music anymore. He hugs you tightly and buries his face in your neck, whispering about how much you mean to him.

Goes inside the ship and comes back a couple of minutes later with a bouquet of red roses to give to you.

He wraps his arms around you after you have put the bouquet aside and gives you a gentle kiss.

"You know....in a way I understand the electro archon. Eternity sounds wonderful as long as I get to spend it with you", he leans his head against yours as the fireworks or lanterns he ordered for you go off in the distance.

Columbina:

That vacation will not be as peaceful and idyllic as Pantalone's but that is something you signed up for when you married this woman.

First off, you're gonna be the one planning that honeymoon getaway because the sheer action of deciding on a place and booking it would make Columbina lose her shit and would probably end with 5 dead palace guards and arson

She gives you a thankful kiss and a tight, loving hug when you tell her you'll take care of it.

She wears her wedding dress outside of the wedding. She's like "why did I annoy Regrator so much to buy me this dress if I'm only gonna wear it once?" and also loves how pretty the dress is and how it reminds her of your special day so sometimes she'll just show up in places wearing her wedding gown. Including your workplace. Thankfully if you're allied with the Fatui and married to Columbina you likely work in or close to the palace and everyone there is used to Columbinas antics.

So yeah one day she shows up in your office in her wedding dress and she made you a little chestnut man out of sticks and chestnuts and drew a face on it and she puts it down on your desk and is like "I made a friend for you" but there is always this definitely unhinged vibe about her that feels like she's one minute from agitated singing and crying if you don't like her gift.

She also brought you a whole pie that she baked herself (with Arlecchinos help as disaster control) and she puts kisses all over your face and tells you she loves you so much.

These are the moments where she inquires about your progress in organizing the vacation. You decided to postpone it a little because the Tsaritsa had some tasks for the two of you.

You had talked to her about your ideas for the honeymoon and she is super excited for it so if you tell her the one you decided on wouldn't work because it was sold out or something she'd cry into your arms and you'd pat her head and tell her you'll find something new for sure and that you'll have a wonderful time as long as you're together.

Most of the honeymoon will consist of the two of you being unapologetically tourists and exploring the whole place you're at, taking photos wherever and however you please.

If you're at a beach Columbina tells you she has a surprise for you and leads you to a more secluded part of the beach where she buried another tourist in the sand with only the head sticking out and she's like "I made a new friend" and the man is like "please can I leave I don't know who you are...."

You get her some nice colorful cocktails and she loves these so much.

Would definitely love to swim with you and clings to you in the water, wrapping her arms around your waist and snuggling you.

Would sleep in your arms on the sun lounger and occasionally trail kisses down your neck

She loves sharing ice cream with you and linking her fingers with you while holding your hand.

The place you're staying at isn't anything fancy, a little cottage near the ocean that has everything you need

You'll definitely do a spa day with her with massages and a hot spring bath and she adores this.

Put flowers in her hair pls, it will make her tear up out of happiness. She tells you she loves you and snuggles you.

#genshin Impact #pantalone x reader #columbina x reader #pantalone #columbina #marry a harbinger #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #fatui harbingers

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lovesickfoolwp · 2 years

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right where you left me; part 2 — jj maybank

part 1

pairing : reader x jj maybank x kiara carrera

summary : after secretly liking kiara for several years (and leaving you to be with her), jj thought that he would be on cloud nine when he heard her saying she felt something for him. after all, he took a risk. but was it worth also risking his relationship with you? and what if they were better off as best friends than lovers?

jj and kiara were celebrating a month since they were together when they came to the restaurant where you worked, and now, as the second month started since the two of them were a couple, things had started to get complicated because 'the honeymoon phase' has passed.

they had started arguing about little things, like that one time when jj refused to help kie to clean after they had a party at the chateau. or when she wasn't on his side when he quarreled with pope, as if she was supposed to take their childish quarrels seriously.

and all this just because kiara was still feeling guilty after finding out that you were dumped because of her, and because jj had started to realize that the spark he felt when she told him she liked him had meanwhile started to go out because you can't make a thing that's already finished continue, no matter how much you want it. it's just not the same as it used to be. not always. and unfortunately, not in this case.

with a little time before going to the party on the beach, where jj knew there would be a lot of people, probably you too, he felt uneasy. and being next to kiara, outside in the hammock, waiting for the rest to be ready, he didn't say anything. and the silence of the night and the silence between the two of them was really starting to affect kiara. she also felt that they were not suitable as a couple. this situation was not beneficial to any of them.

so... she was the one who opened the inevitable discussion.

"where would you like to go for our one year anniversary?" she asked, placing her palm over jj's hand to bring him down to earth.

it was a trick question, to see if he could see his future with her as her lover.

caught by surprise, having his mind elsewhere, he asked "do you think we'll catch the one year anniversary?"

she nodded. "don't you?" she asked gently. she cared for him, but it hurt her more to see him absent.

love cannot be forced and she understood that. feelings come and go. none of them deserved to suffer and continue, if they were not happy.

jj realized too late that his mouth spoke first and sighed, only to release his hand and turn his body towards her to get a better look at her. "kie..."

"just tell me if you still have feelings for me, jj. I promise i won't be upset if the answer is negative." she smiled at him. "we both deserve the truth."

"i—" he wanted to say something, but he stopped. then he took a second to put his thoughts in order and continued. "i was so fixated on the idea of having you, that I didn't think that things had changed in the meantime. i tried to bring to life some feelings that, unfortunately for both of us, but more so for you, had set in a long time ago. i feel so bad, kie." he stops talking and puts his hands on his head, avoiding her gaze. "i don't deserve you."

"jj..." she whispered his name and reached out to take his hands off his face. to make him look at her. "it's not about who deserves whom, j. some relationships are just not meant to work, even if the persons care about one another."

"you're not mad at me?" he asked, and her heart broke.

she didn't want to make him feel that way. she wanted to be in his life, but she didn't want to have the wrong role. and the role of being his girlfriend did not suit her.

"why would i be mad at you, fool?" she teased, making him smile. "you didn't intentionally do something to hurt me, did you?"

he shooked his head and the silence fell again, to let them put their thoughts in order.

"so, we really broke up?" he asked her as he helped her out of the hammock, after he had gotten out first.

she approved, holding out her hand so that he could help her and when she reached the ground, next to him, she raised a finger towards him. "but don't think that means you got rid of me!" she threatened him to loosen the atmosphere a bit.

"i wasn't planning on doing that." he said honestly, smiling down at her.

so, during the party, where jj saw you at topper's arm, he started to feel guilty. he had given up on you to run away towards an obsession he had a long time ago. only to see that that obsession was just an idea created in his mind and that the reality it didn't have the same charm.

he was standing away from the group and from the rest of the world, at the bonfire, looking at you as he took sips of his beer.

he did not noticed pope when he sat down beside him, until he put his hand on his shoulders. "hey." pope said and by the time jj was looking at him, he was also looking in your direction. "isn't she the girl you were seeing before?"

"who? her?" jj was acting dumb, taking one last look at you, when you were laughing at something topper had said, turning then his full attention to his friend.

"yeah." pope gave him a small smile, feeling a little bit bad for bringing it up. "what was her name? y/n?"

"yeah. y/n y/l/n." he said and set the bottle down next to him after he finished drinking it. "she's a pogue." he added and shrugged, as if he knew that mentioning this detail was not important, but he said it anyway.

seeing him so miserable, pope felt sorry for him, on the inside, but on the outside he refrained from laughing at him. how dumb must he be to not to do something about it when it was so clear that seeing you with a topper bothered him? and he knew from kiara that the relationship between them wasn't working, so they ended it a few hours ago. he had to open his eyes.

"what?" he suddenly turned towards him, with a grimace on his face, when jj saw him grinning at him.

"what do you mean?" pope hurried to defend himself, raising his hands in the air. "i didn't said or did anything!"

however, the grin was still on his face.

"well, your face sure does!" jj replied and rolled his eyes.

pope started laughing and jj hit him in the arm, making him fall from the beach chair he was sitting on.

pope continued to laugh, shouting at him "you're jealous!".

"no, i'm not."

just like pope's face earlier, his face also said otherwise.

while jj helped pope up, feeling bad that he had pushed him, you appeared in front of them. "who's jealous?" you asked looking at both of them and jj's jaw clenched when he saw you.

speaking of the devil.

"oh!" said the pope and pretended to hear something, putting his hand to his ear as he rose from his chair. "was that john b?"

"sit—" jj wanted to tell him to sit down, but he was quieter than you and he wasn't heard.

"i didn't hear anything."

you looked at him strangely, with an eyebrow raised.

"i'm sorry, bro, i've got to go." he said and put his hand on jj's shoulder again, squeezing it gently this time. "see you later, y/n!"

and with that being said, he had disappeared from the landscape, leaving you two alone. jj, cursing him in his mind, and you, being perplexed.

you wanted to sit next to him, but he got up and he tried to keep the distance between you.

"is that how it will be from now on?" you asked, speaking louder so he could hear you, and he stopped in his tracks.

a few seconds had passed, seconds in which he inhaled deeply, until he turned to look at you.

"what are you talking about?"

"what am i talking about?” you snorted, feeling yourself getting angry. "before you came to the restaurant, i hadn't seen you for about a month! you ignore me!"

he crossed his hands over his chest, looking at you intensely. "i don't want to hurt you more than i already have."

"really?" you asked him, fake laughing, and he approved. "do you think it would hurt me if you behaved like a normal person and at least said hello when i'm passing by?" you didn't give him time to answer and continued, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes. "no, jj! it hurts me even more when you pretend you don't know me!"

and he felt miserable. he let his arms fall to his side, but his gaze was still on you so he felt countless knives being stabbed into his heart when he noticed your eyes shining with tears.

you were crying again. because of him.

"i thought i was doing us both a favor by avoiding seeing you." he whispered, not sure if he should say it out loud.

"how the hell would that do me a favor, hm?" now you were the one who crossed her arms over her chest after running a nervous hand through your hair.

"i don't know, okay?" he said harshly and rolled his eyes. "i don't know what i'm doing and standing so close to you doesn't help me at all!"

you smiled sadly, and wanted to turn to leave. "then excuse me, i will be leaving."

but he stopped you. as you had done with him.

"y/n, please." he said your name like a prayer, asking you to stay by his side. "i'm trying my best to do the right thing, but i don't know how the hell i manage to hurt the people I care about in the process. i didn't mean it to sound like that, believe me."

you stopped and sighed, "so what was that supposed to sound like, j?"

he knew that he was the one who had put an end to it. he knew that he had run away from you to run after an unreal illusion, and now, when he still felt attracted to you when you were close to him and jealous when you were around another boy, he thought he didn't deserve to even talk to you. but he wanted to. he wanted to share with someone what he was thinking because then, after hearing himself say his thoughts out loud, maybe they would make more sense.

"when kiara told me that she liked me, i let myself be led by the impression that i could feel for her what i once felt, and i made the mistake of putting an end to what we had. in that month in which i didn't look for you and i tried to avoid you, i kept lying to myself that the feelings i had for her returned. but after seeing you again, i felt what i felt the first time i saw you combined with all those times you made me feel so many things for you just by being yourself. and i couldn't get those moments out of my head." he said everything in a hurry, but you somehow managed to keep up with him. still, you didn't know if you wanted to be as far away from him as possible or to be so close to him that there wouldn't be a millimeter of distance between you. "i still feel something for you, y/n, but i don't think that i deserve a second chance after what i've put you through. i don't want to be selfish."

when you heard him admit that his feelings for you were still there, you felt both a sense of relief, but also a sense of heartbreak. how could you know that what he said was true, if he didn't seem sure of himself either?

"you know..." you started to say, being also overwhelmed by nostalgia when he mentioned the moments when you were sure of yourselves. "that night i wanted to tell you 'i love you' for the first time," you said with a sad smile, thinking what would have happened if you had told him then.

his thoughts stopped. now the only thing he was thinking about was your last sentence, especially the last three words that had slipped from your lips. he imagined that he could turn back the time to watch your lips say those words over and over again. he imagined how he would listen to you saying those words over and over again.

over and over again.

"do you still feel it?" he asked, forgetting everyone and everything. only you mattered.

being out of touch, not knowing what effect your words had on him, you asked "feel what?".

he swallowed hard and then answered you. "do you still love me?"

caught off guard by his question, you felt yourself sinking into the sand you were standing on. in fact, you wish this would happen. that way you wouldn't have had to admitted it.

"yes."

that's all he needed. in the next second, without thinking about what would happen next, he immediately covered the distance between you and pressed his lips harshly to yours. the kiss was one full of desire, the desire that will grind you both and make you forget about yourselves. he didn't want to detach himself from you anymore. he didn't want to act without thinking carefully before anymore.

he just wanted to continue wanting you, as he wanted you in that moment.

feeling the need for air, you put your head back a little, his hands squeezing your waist as close to his body as possible. you took a deep breath and asked him "did you feel anything when you kissed me?"

"anything?" he repeated, breathing hard and bringing his forehead together with yours. "i felt everything that could be felt."

you smiled and stood up on your tiptoes a bit to pull him into your second kiss of the night. and certainly, not the last.

#outer banks #outer banks imagine #outer banks angst #outer banks fluff #outer banks x reader #outer banks x y/n #obx #obx fandom #obx fanfiction #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #jj maybank angst #jj maybank fluff #jj obx #obx jj

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