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cybersvoid · 2 days ago
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❥ Big Brother iv [Sweet Tooth]
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♡ Pairings: Touya x Reader
Request: First I wanna say how much I love your big brother touya hcs, and imagine him having a little sibling addicted sweets,one night his little sibling sneaks out of bed and he catches them eating almost half the cookie jar as they’re sitting on the couch [Anon]
Tags: Big Brother Touya, Platonic Yandere, Protective, etc.
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Touya groggily made his way to the kitchen for a drink of water. He had a rough day of training and was overall exhausted. When he came home, he spent some time with you and went straight to bed, but his thirst ended up awakening him before he was able to get a full night’s rest. After getting his drink, and checking on you, he would be sure to pass right out once again. He always felt a bit short-tempered on the days he didn’t get to spend as much time with you, but he would be sure to make it up to you tomorrow.
Despite his exhaustion, Touya’s ears perked up at a rummaging sound coming from behind the kitchen door. It caught him off guard considering the late hour, the rest of the house should be asleep.
Slowly, he peaked his head through the door, expecting to see one of his siblings going to get a drink like him, but he wasn’t expecting to see you, sitting on top of the counter with your tiny hands sucked up by the cookie jar as you dug around for the treat. Your clothes were covered in crumbs, and your face, chocolate, making it obvious that this one that you’re reaching for wouldn’t be your first.
“Y/N,” Your big brother called, causing you to jump, and pull the jar further behind you in a poor attempt to hide the evidence. “What are you doing up there? That’s dangerous.”
He walked over to a drawer and pulled out a rag, before wetting it under the faucet, while you swallowed hard, your eyes glancing down at the floor in shame. “I just wanted a snack.”
“You can’t have sweets past bedtime. We’ve talked about this, it’ll give you a tummy ache and nightmares,” he lightly scolded, he never could bring himself to actually scold you it would break his heart if he ever made you cry. His hand was gently rubbing the warm rag over your hands and face to clean off the excess chocolate. “How did you even get up here and out of bed, to begin with?”
“I’m big now, I got my stool and climbed. I was just gonna have one, but It was so good.”
“Yeah, I can tell you enjoyed them,” he chuckled, tossing the dirty rag in the sink so he could wash it in the morning, and helping you back onto the floor. “Let me get a drink and then I’ll walk you back to bed. But from now on if you’re hungry or you need something at night, just tell me.”
“But you were tired, and I didn’t want to wake you,” you tried to reason with your stubborn brother. Sometimes you felt as if he just hated when you did anything on your own without consulting him.
“What does that have to do with anything that I just said? If you want something, wake me up, end of discussion.”
“...okay.”
Touya quickly chugged a glass of water before walking you over to the hallway with everyone’s rooms, only to stop you before you could go inside yours. “Up we go,” he sang, lifting you into the air and carrying you into his room to gently tuck you in next to him. “You have to sleep in my room in case you have any nightmares because of all that chocolate.”
“I’m sorry I ate all the cookies…”
“Don’t be.” He sighed, shuffling his arm underneath your head so you were both more comfortable. “We can make some more tomorrow after I pick you up from daycare.”
“Oh, you don’t need to! Big brother Natsuo is going to come and walk me tomorrow because we’re going to run some errands for Mama together.”
You felt Touya tense underneath you, staying silent for a few moments. Your brain began wandering. Did you do something wrong? Was it something you said? Was he actually mad at you for eating the cookies? You were about to apologize again before he finally spoke up.
“I think he’s is going to be busy, so I’ll still be picking you up and we can run errands together instead.”
“Huh? But mama said because of your training you’ll be busy so-”
“Shh,” he whispered, gently sliding his hand over your face and forcing you to close your eyes, “Your big brother will handle everything, just relax and get some sleep.”
Too tired to really question anything, you listened to his request and drifted off, unknowing of your brother’s growing jealousy. He has one busy day and Natsuo is already trying to replace him as your favorite brother. It was really starting to piss him off.
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samthemarvelfan · 14 days ago
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Tomorrow is Thanksgiving!
This holiday in particular can be very difficult for a lot of people. Being forced to “interact” with family who may not share your outlooks or beliefs can be very stressful and toxic.
If you guys need a safe space to vent or reflect or simply come for some positivity, my asks/dms are always open to you. I promise I’ll do my best to brighten your day! ❤️
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erodasfishtacos · 2 months ago
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i think that everyone is and will be babying ezra and its the cutest thing ever☹️he js just their precious little thing
He’s everyone’s little baby. He needs an extra little love at all times.
also this turned from him to a briar blurbs idk enjoy
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Harry and YN are in the kitchen, prepping dinner when four-year-old, Briar toddles in with six-year-old brother by the hand.
“Ezzie’s sad,” She squeaks, tugging her tearful brother along to their parents, “Cash was hiding an’ scared him!”
“Oh bubba,” YN hums, setting down the knife and squatting down so he can run into her arms and she hefts him up, “Tell me your feelings, baby.”
“I’m sad because he hid behind the couch and then yelled at me,” Ezra replies, sniffling as he speaks and nuzzles into his mom’s neck.
Next thing they know, Cash, is racing in with tears in his eyes as well and a furrowed brow, “Briar needs a time out!”
“Oh?” Harry asks with amusement, Briar glares at her brother in betrayal.
“No!” The little girl screeches with a foot stomp.
Cash returns the evil look, “Bry hit me with a book!”
“It’s ‘cause you scared Ezzie!” She huffs angrily, reaching over to smack him on his shoulder with frustration.
Harry steps in, reaching down to lightly grasp his daughter’s wrist, “Absolutely not. We do not hit, d’you understand?”
“He scared Ezzie!” She repeats, tries to wriggle away, using her other hand to smack her father’s arm with a pout.
“No, daddy!” Ezra whines, agitated with his little sister, as Cash watches in surprise with how she’s acting.
“Alright, c’mon. Step, now,” His voice is firm, his lips tight as Briar protests passionately.
Briar shakes her head and her father has to hold back a laugh because she makes the same grimace that his wife makes when she’s angry.
“Get y’bum on the step, if daddy has t’ask you again then you’re not going to Nana’s tomorrow with y’brothers.”
And well…YN can’t help but drool at little bit.
There was something about when Harry was parenting that was so attractive to her.
“Daddy,” Briar’s face drops in distress, “Want t’go to Nana’s. Mama?”
YN shakes her head, “Listen to your dad and go to the step with him, yes?”
She lets out a kittenish whine before stomping off to the staircase with her father in tow.
Harry gives Briar a little talk about how she needs to let them parent and she isn’t responsible for punishing Cash or protecting Ezra - that’s their job.
“Mama, m’sad,” Ezra tells his mother in the kitchen as she pops him onto a stool before patting the other one for Cash to climb up.
“Tell Cash,” She encourages her youngest boy.
“I don’t like when you scare me, it makes me cry,” Ezra tells his brother with a pout, his little arms crossed.
Cash huffs, unwilling to apologize, “I was just joking around!”
“It’s not funny!” Ezra returns back at him.
“You know he doesn’t like when you do that, Cash. If you do it again, you also aren’t gonna go to Nana’s. Now apologize, yes?”
At the threat of not going to Anne’s, he frowns but looks over and sighs, “I’m sorry I scared you.”
“S’okay. You play babies with me?” Ezra asks hopefully with bright eyes.
“Yeah, I’ll will,” His older brother agree, helping him off the stool.
YN squat down and pulls Cash into a big hug, “Sucha good big brother, Cashy. Thank you, baby.”
His bright green eyes lose the sadness at his mothers warm words and hugs back before trotting off with Ezra’s hand in his.
YN calls after them, “Are you okay, Ez?”
“Yes mama,” He chirps before scampering down the hall towards the playroom.
YN steps out to the foyer where Harry is standing with his arms crossed over his broad chest and his daughter is sat on the stair still.
“Uh oh, why are you still on the step?” She asks her daughter who is glaring at her father with daggers of anger.
“Daddy’s mean,” Briar tells her mother, she has one shoe in her hand and the other one is lying limply on the floor by her father’s feet.
She chucks the second one at her father, hitting him lightly in the thigh, and then it drops next to the other one.
“She throws like her daddy, I’ll give her tha’,” Harry mutters before he’s giving his daughter a stern expression, “You are not goin’ t’Nana’s anymore. We do not ever throw things at other people to hurt them, Briar Anne Styles.”
And YN again, just drooling at her husband being a father.
It ends up with a ear-shattering screech and an onslaught of tears, “No dada, no!”
“You threw a book at Cash and shoes at me, after y’already got put on tha’ stair. No Nana’s,” He repeats but YN can see his facade faltering a bit because he struggled to discipline his baby girl.
Briar absolutely screams bloody murder, turning to start to run up the long staircase but both parents hearts pound because she could get hurt.
“Briar Anne!” Harry bellows in frustration, taking the steps quickly to snatch her around the middle and carry her back down.
“Mama, mama, mama,” The toddler chants in hopes of being saved from the situation.
“C’mon, we’re going to go sit in the kitchen, okay? You, me, and daddy,” YN hums, brushing the tears from her hot cheeks.
When Briar is sat on the countertop, a sippy cup of water in her hands, and a sad tint in her facial features.
“I think you owe your father an apology for hitting him with your shoes,” YN encourages, standing next to her with a knowing look.
Harry’s eyes had softened now, stress level coming down, and he murmurs, “I’m waitin’, baba.”
“M’sorry, daddy,” She lisps out quietly, a shutter of her chest and tears start falling again, “Love you, love you.”
“Oh, no tears. C’mon, lil’ mama,” He pouts, can’t help but pick her up and cradle her with a few kisses to her curls, “We need t’use our words when we’re mad, yes? Like Ezzie, we don’t hurt others.”
She nods into his neck, “Sad I’m not going to Nana’s.”
“You know for next time now, smart girl,” He reassures her, they were always firm and didn’t give empty threats so she would have to stay home and she knew it.
“Love you,” Briar sniffles to Harry, hand twining into his locks and holding there to keep him close to her.
“I love you,” He tells her firmly, “Always gonna be m’baby.”
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haliyaaaaa · 4 months ago
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𝗸𝗼𝗱𝘇𝘂𝗸𝗲𝗻.
what happens when Kenma’s 5 month old daughter appears on stream?
𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗽!𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿!𝗱𝗮𝗱!𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗮 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗀𝗌: 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾
𝖺/𝗇: 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗆𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍
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Kenma was four and a half hours into streaming when you called him to go downstairs. “Hold on guys, the wife is calling, I’ll be right back.” He said, whilst turning off his camera and muting. Going downstairs while putting his hair into a low bun, he spots you and his daughter sitting on the couch. “Hi Ken” you say as you stand up. “Hey what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” Kenma says while taking the small girl into his arms. A small smile appears on his face as he snuggles his face against his daughter’s head. “Sorry I had to interrupt the stream, I have pick up a friend from the airport. Her car broke down and she’s stuck there. She also has a meeting early in the morning tomorrow, so she really has to get home.” You explained as you start to gather your things.
“Oh really? I can end stream if you want and go with you”
“No it’s okay, it’s almost her bedtime anyways; I don’t wanna risk going out and her sleep schedule getting ruined” you responded while Kenma made his way over to you with his daughter in his arms.
“You’re such an amazing mom.” He says, while leaning in and giving you small peck. “Yeah yeah, I guess so. Mkay I gotta go now, you should go back to the stream, your viewers are probably looking for you” you said while walking towards the door. “Bye beautiful girl, Mama will see you later” you said while kissing her head. “I’ll see you later too, handsome” you added, as you kissed Kenma’s cheek. Kenma makes his way back to his stream room after you left. He was debating whether or not he should set up the pack and play next to his set up, or if he should just set his daughter on his couch and surround her with pillows and blankets. He opted for the second option, but upon putting her down, she started crying. Kenma was finding himself in a bit of a predicament. When he places her down, she cries and when he’s holding her, she stops. He needed to continue his stream, but he also had to make sure that his daughter wasn’t crying.
Letting a deep sigh pass his lips, he sits at his chair and turns on his camera and unmutes. His viewers were met with the adorable sight of Kenma’s daughter on his chest with his hand protectively on her back. “Sorry I was afk for so long, there was a small situation my wife had to deal with. Oh and yeah, this is my daughter as most of you know. She cries every time I put her down so I have no choice but to hold her. Sorry guys, I don’t think we can play more games, my hands are kinda occupied.” He lightly laughs as he explains. Kenma’s chat was filled with people gushing of how cute the two were, some making 2x more donations than they usually do. “Wow, you guys are donating a lot more that usual. I should have her on stream more often.” He jokes. Before he could start thanking the people for donations, his daughter starts to coo and make noises. “Oh wow, you wanna talk? Normally you’re so quiet!” He says to his daughter. His tone was a lot softer and quieter. The chat absolutely lost it at this point; everyone commenting about how Kenma was so soft for his daughter.
The next day, Kenma woke up and both him and his daughter trending on Twitter. Tweets, pictures, screenshots and videos were flooding Twitter with the hashtag, “#KodzukenAndHisMini.” There were also videos on YouTube titled “kodzuken being soft for his daughter for 10 mins straight”. Kenma wasn’t at all surprised, he knew having his daughter on stream would cause an uproar within his fandom. “Looks like you’re quite popular aren’t ya?” Kenma heard you say to your daughter. “She is. I don’t think I like it. Like at all.” he says as he embraces you from behind. “The same thing is happening from when I introduced you to my viewers. People were constantly asking about you and I hated it.” he continues while nuzzling his head into your shoulder. “Are you saying that you hate it when our daughter and I get attention?” you ask jokingly.
“No, I just wanna keep both of you to myself, that’s all.” 
𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵
𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗘
a/n: can u imagine a mini Kenma 😭
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chrisevansjellybeans · 7 months ago
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I Love You, You Idiot | Bucky Barnes
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Here I am, once again writing in my favorite "we're best friends but we won't say we're in love" trope. Someone stop me.
A/N: This does not fall into the TFAWTS timeline!
Warnings: swearing, fluff, angsty-ish
*not my gif*
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The bass rumbled through your entire body as you tried to listen to whatever story Sam was telling to the group. You tried with everything in you to listen but the mixture of the loud music of the club and your best friend's hand just casually laying on your exposed thigh was making it very difficult. You noticed the group laugh so you let out a small chuckle but if anyone asked you would not be able to say what was so funny.
“You okay, doll?” You glanced up at Bucky, who’s blue eyes were squinted with concern. His thumb slowly rubbing circles on the spot on your inner thigh where it was rested. “You look a little out of it. Do you need me to take you home?”
Say words, Y/N. You told yourself. But forming sentences was getting harder and harder with each circular pass the pad of his thumb made.
“Uh.”
Good job. Very articulate.
You didn’t want to be that person. The person who falls in love with her super hot best friend, but doesn’t say anything because they don’t want to “ruin the friendship” and then ends up sad and alone because said best friend doesn’t realize the feelings and moves on to someone else. And yet here you were. Being that cliche.
“Guys, I think I’m going to take Y/N home.” You heard Bucky say. Snapping out of whatever trance you were in you shifted away from him so his hand was no longer on your leg.
“No, I’m fine.” You stood up, strong and steady. “See? I was just thinking about some work stuff. But I’m gonna go grab another drink. Anyone want anything?”
The group shook their head and you made your way to the bar, happy to be away for a couple minutes.
Your moment of solace lasted only a few seconds though because you felt Bucky’s presence behind you. He trapped you in by placing his arms on either side of you, his chin landing on your shoulder.
“Wanna take shots?” Bucky’s voice rumbled in your ear. You really hoped he couldn’t feel the goosebumps that arose all over your skin. His breath smelled like a mix of spearmint and whiskey. A scent that if it came from any other man you would have probably been repulsed but on Bucky it was just comforting.
“Only if they’re tequila.” You turned around so you were face to face with him. Bucky gave you a cheeky smile as he waved the bartender over, ordering two shots each and then your regular drink order. As the bartender got your drinks ready, Bucky leaned down on his arms so he was even closer, your faces barely an inch apart.
“You’re my best friend, you know that?” Bucky smiled, pressing a slight kiss to your cheek.
“You’re mine too.” You whispered but you knew he heard you. Thank god for that super soldier hearing. Bucky stood back up and you could tell that he was on high alert, making sure that no one bumped into you or was making a beeline in the direction you guys were in.
You turned back around and placed your arms on the bar and leaned against it, your breasts pushing up slightly causing the guy next to you to take notice.
“Hey,” you glanced over as the guy next to you turned his body to fully face you. “You are the most beautiful woman at this bar.” You were amazed at how bold this guy was being. Bucky was still behind you, his arms still on either side of you. To anyone who didn’t know the two of you, it would be safe to assume that you were a couple.
“Thank you, that’s very sweet of you.” You smiled at him and leaned against Bucky’s arm a bit, to hopefully give that couple illusion even more.
Bucky was watching the interaction carefully, not yet ready to intervene but there if he needed to. You noticed his vibranium hand flex on the bar as the guy continued to flirt with you, that small action causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.
“You wanna get out of here, pretty girl?” The guy leaned in even closer to you, officially popping the imaginary bubble you had around you. That was enough for you and for Bucky.
“Alright buddy, ease up.” Bucky pushed a hand against the guy's chest, moving him away from you. “She’s with me.”
“Relax, big guy. Why don’t you let this little mama speak for herself.” The guy stood up from his chair, he was Bucky’s height but you, Bucky and the guy knew that if it came down to it Bucky would kick his ass.
“This little mama doesn’t want to go home with you.” You said sternly. As you finished speaking, the bartender placed the shots and the drinks in front you.
“Bitch.” The guy mumbled, shaking his head and making his way around Bucky.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Bucky grabbed the guy by the front of his shirt. His eyes blazing as he glared down at the asshole. With each second that passed you could tell his hands were tightening around the guy’s shirt.
“I called your little slut girlfriend a bitch.” He spat out. “Maybe control your woman from flirting with other men at-”
Before he could finish, Bucky slammed his fist into his face. You let out a scream as the guy fell to the ground. Everyone’s eyes now focused on the three of you. Bucky reached down and grabbed him, pulling him back up. You had to look away as blood started to pour out of his nose and down his face. It looked like Bucky was about to punch him again but you quickly put your hand on his arm. Bucky looked over at you, his chest heaving, his metal arm shifting under the stress of his grip.
“Bucky, please. It’s not worth it. Look.” You glanced at the crowd that started to form, phones out and recording.
You could see the headlines now: Winter Soldier Bar Brawl: Is he still unhinged?
You spotted Sam making his way over, his face full of concern. Turning back to Bucky you squeezed his bicep. “Please. Let’s go.”
“Buck.” Sam made it over to you. “Go, I’ll take care of it.”
Bucky heaved as he pushed the guy away from him and then grabbed your hand. He quickly threw down a crumpled hundred dollar bill on the bar and didn’t wait for the change as he pulled you through the crowd of recording phones and out of the club.
He quietly pulled you down the street until you guys ended up at least four blocks away from the club.
“I should have killed that guy.” He huffed as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. Immediately he winced and pulled his flesh hand out. You hadn’t noticed before but his hand was definitely red and swelling. “Fuck.”
“Oh my god, Bucky,” You sighed as you gently took his hand in yours, turning it over and inspecting any damage. It didn’t look fractured but it was definitely sprained and going to be sore for a while. “You could have broken your hand, you fucking idiot.”
“It will heal in a couple hours. And you’re welcome.” Bucky scowled in your direction. “Next time, I’ll just let him shit talk you all night.”
“I didn’t ask you to do that. If you would have waited another twenty seconds we would have gotten our drinks and probably wouldn't have seen that man again.” You glared. “Instead you had to turn into a cave man and beat on your chest and prove your dominance.” You tried to sound tough but your voice was shaking given how cold you were. You had left your jacket back in the club.
“I wasn’t proving shit, Y/N.” Bucky snapped as he pulled his hand out of yours, sliding his leather jacket off and putting it around your shoulders in a huff. “Maybe it infuriates me to hear someone talk about you like that.”
“Well it’s not all cake and ice cream for me, but you don’t see me throwing god damn punches.” You sighed as you wrapped the jacket tighter around your body. “This is going to be everywhere tomorrow.”
“Who gives a fuck.” Bucky muttered.
“You should!” You fumed. “It’s not a great look to have you out here punching random guys at bars, Bucky. Especially over nothing that important.”
“Stop talking like that. God, it’s like you are the only fucking person who doesn’t see how goddamn special and important you are.” Bucky hissed as his hand continued to throb. “So please just..stop talking.”
You snapped your mouth shut as you shot daggers at Bucky which he gladly returned. You turned away from him, calling a car to take you back to his place. You both waited in silence, Bucky only making the occasional foul exclamation whenever his hand hurt. Finally for what seemed hours the car finally pulled up. Bucky, always the gentleman even when angry, held the door open for you as you slid in closing it gently but not making any moves to get in the car. You looked up at him through the window confused but he only shook his head and tapped the car, signally for the driver to leave.
“Can you please wait.” You turned to the driver who let out an annoyed huff.
“Five minutes lady. It’s almost bar time.”
Quickly you opened the door not stepping completely outside, the air having an unforgiving bite to it now.
“Get in the fucking car, Bucky.”
“You go, you have a key. I just need some time.”
“You can take some time in your apartment. Just get in the car.” You retorted.
“I’m not getting in that car.”
“James, I swear to god.” You were fully out of the car now. You slammed the door shut causing the driver to cast an annoyed look your way. “What is your problem? We argue all the time, it’s not that serious.”
“It’s not about the argument,” he grumbled. “It’s about the fact that you are so completely oblivious to how fucking perfect you are and how it wasn’t just that guy that was staring at you but every other guy in that bar. And how angry it makes me that I just want to go up to every single of one of them and tell them to put their dicks away because you’re mine and only mine.”
Your breath hitched as you processed his words.
“And I’m doing everything in power to not just shake you until you realize that I love you, and not just as my friend.”
“I-”
“I can’t believe I just told you that.” Bucky shook his head and let out a humorless chuckle. “Get in the car, Y/N. I’ll see you later.”
Bucky turned and started walking down the street.
“James Buchanan Barnes!” You yelled after him. “If you don’t think that I love you back, then you really are a bigger idiot than I thought.” Bucky stopped in his tracks.
“What did you just say?” He asked as he faced you again. He stayed where he was but you could see the tension start to leave his body.
“I said,” You smiled as you let out a long breath. “That I love you, you idiot.”
Before you knew it, Bucky was over to you and he had you scooped up in his arms. His mouth moved feverishly against yours, every emotion that the two of you had for each other pouring out in this one kiss. Your hands found their way up his chest and around his neck. He let out a low moan that sent vibrations through your whole body.
“Alright, lady, I’m leaving.” You both ignored the driver as he waved you off and pulled out and down the street. But you couldn’t care less because you were finally in the arms of your best friend.
“Say it again.” Bucky whispered against your lips.
“I love you, you idiot.”
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dreaminrubies · 3 months ago
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Three is a charm (Loki x Valkyrie x Fem!reader)
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Summary: Sugarbaby AU. Reader is in a consensual poly relationship with Sugar Daddy!Loki and Sugar Mama!Val.
Rating: Explicit (minors this is not for you)
Word Count: 3.0 K
Fandom/Pairing: MCU: Loki x Valkyrie x fem!reader
Themes/Warnings: Daddy/Mummy kink, semi public sex, light D/s, light spanking, oral (m receiving), use of strap ons and vibrators, light kitten play, dirty talk, threesome, overstimulation
Notes: Me = trash.
You gasped softly into the pillow as Val pressed the vibe against your clit. The short silk nightgown was hiked up over your hips, leaving your lower half bare for her to play with.
“Can you be quiet for me, sweet one? If you can I promise you many, many rewards. Perhaps those St. Laurent shoes you’ve had your eye on?” she whispered in your ear before she straddled your back
You swallowed hard and gave her a little nod as you felt your clit twitch.
“That’s a good girl. I do enjoy your noise, but I like you being my quiet, obedient slut as I take you apart,” she purred as she switched the vibe to a higher setting., her manicured nails running over your upper thighs and ass.
You shifted gently under her, trying to get more friction. One finger trailed lightly over your crack, parting your cheeks to gently massage your tight pink pucker as she angled the vibrator with her other hand and your toes curled against the sheets as you trembled into an orgasm.
“There we go, not even the tiniest peep,” she giggled as she turned off the vibe and put it on the nightstand to clean up later before she moved off your back.
You panted softly against the pillow as she used a lavender scented wipe to clean you up with before she kissed your shoulder.
“Come now, let’s get dressed, we can’t keep Loki waiting all day can we?” she smirked as she helped you out of bed and guided you to the large walk in closet still wearing her peach colored silk thong with a matching bra and the gauzy little robe, her phone dangling from one hand.
“Now how do I want you today? Sweet innocent baby girl, little minx or designer slut?” she hummed as she went through the wardrobe.
“Mmm I want everyone to know that I’m with you and daddy,” you purred.
“I think they will already know that, sweet one,” she grinned.
Eventually, Val decided on a pair of black thigh highs, a black Versace mini skirt, the black and gold Versace bralette along with the black fur shrug and black platform shoes. Designer slut it was. You were definitely going to be vibing with Loki today.
“Do I get panties or no?” you smiled as you bounced over to her.
“You’ll need them, you can get fidgety and we don’t need you flashing that pretty kitty at everyone,” Val teased as she tugged your nightgown off.
“Yeah I’m not sure the patrons of The Dorchester would enjoy that very much, although for some, it might make their whole day,” you giggled as she started to dress you.
Once she was finished, she had you sit down as she brushed your hair into a high ponytail then picked out the dark green choker to secure around your neck along with a touch of mascara and dark matte lipstick in a lovely raspberry shade.
“Mmm, I like this,” she said, her smile as wide as a Cheshire cat as she took her handiwork. “Now go find daddy while I get dressed,” she ordered, lifting your skirt and swatting your behind as she sent you on your way.
You teetered just slightly in your shoes as you went off to find Loki, who was in the large living room, already dressed in his all black suit. You spotted the blue tooth in his ear so you quietly snuck your way into his lap and rested your head on his shoulder. One arm protectively wrapped around you as he held you close, one hand grasping your long ponytail before giving it a gentle yank, which made you squeak softly into his neck.
“Yes, well send me over the documents and I’ll have them signed by day’s end, I’ve promised the day to the ladies, and I don’t want to keep them waiting so we can resume normal business tomorrow,” Loki said smoothly before he disconnected the call and removed the blue tooth piece and tossed it onto the coffee table. “Don’t you look lovely, little pet? Val did a lovely job,” he purred as he tilted your chin up for a kiss. You wiggled happily in his lap as your lips met his.
“Well, she is the top stylist and buyer in the city, she knows exactly what she’s doing, Daddy,” you purred.
His hand pushed your skirt up, resting it against the bare path of skin separated from the thigh high and your high cut bikini panties.
“We are leaving in five minutes,” Val said seriously as she walked into the living room, the clicks of her heels echoing in the room.
“I’m merely admiring her,” Loki smirked as he removed his hand and smoothed your skirt back down as he righted you onto your feet with a smooth motion that left your head spinning slightly.
She looked stunning in her silver and gray ensemble, hair down in a soft wave as she grabbed her clutch. “Oh I did promise her a shopping trip,” she smiled.
“I see, was Mummy playing her games with you earlier?” Loki cooed as he wrapped his arms around you.
“Yeah, and I did really well,” you smiled up at him. He still towered over you even with the stilettos on
“I bet you did, pet and after lunch, we can hit the boutiques,” he promised as Val texted for the car to come around.
“Come on, princess,” she purred and took your hand, pulling you behind her as you the three of you made your way out of the penthouse.
You spent most of the car ride with one of their hands between your legs, stroking you gently and made your panties get nice and wet. This was certainly going to be an interesting lunch. Your head was already hazy as Loki helped you out of the town car, wrapping his arm around your shoulders with Val on his other side as the three of you walked inside and were shown to your usual table. Chilled champagne was waiting on the table
You sat in the middle of the booth with them on each side of you, Loki’s hand caressed your thigh while Val took your hand in hers. Your head got all fuzzy again as they took turns ordering in French as you let your head drop gently onto Loki’s shoulder. Val pushed a glass of bubbly champagne in your direction.
“Drink, sweet one, it will help,” she smiled as you dutifully lifted your head and took a few small sips.
“Bon travail,” Loki praised as he gently squeezed your leg.
Lunch arrived a few moments later and Loki and Val took turns feeding you bites of pigeon, crab and caviar and the macarons were sweet and fluffy in your mouth. You felt incredibly satiated by the end.
“Come, sweet one, let’s freshen up before we go on a spending spree,” Val smiled as she took your hand, guiding you out of the booth.
“You’re a wicked woman,” Loki smirked.
“I am, and you both love it,” she chuckled as you followed her like a dutiful kitten. Oh, maybe they could make you their little kitten later. That was always fun. You followed her into the restroom, letting her guide you into the stall and pull your panties down as she slipped the bullet vibe inside of you, your walls clenching tightly around it.
“Now if you can be good and wait until we get home, you can have anything you want, sweet one,” she smiled as she tenderly patted you dry before fixing your panties.
“Yes, mummy,” you whispered softly, eyes as wide as saucers as she guided you out, both washing your hands before rejoining Loki.
She didn’t give you the first shock until you were wiggled into the velvet black gown at the boutique.
“I thought I was the mean one,” Loki smirked as you let out a soft gasp and the lady assisting you into the gown gave you a curious look.
“You are,” Val teased. “I don’t know if I like that one, pet, how do you feel?”
“Um, no, it’s too…boring,” you said softly, your cheeks hot.
“I agree, you need something a little sexier,” Val smiled.
“I agree, maybe a high slit?” Loki suggested.
“Yes of course, let me pull some other options,” the lady said kindly before going off to procure some more gown options.
“Could one of you help me out of this one then?” you asked sweetly.
“Well that is going to leave you very exposed, pet,” Loki smirked as he stood up and walked over, slowly undoing the zipper for you helping you slide it off, leaving in you in just the skimpy pair of panties. He helped you step out before Val hung up the gown and popped just outside the private dressing room to take the rest of the gowns from the lady. “We can handle it from here, you can put the Versace suit and Balenciaga pink gown on our account, then we’ll have you add whatever she picks, thank you,” she said, giving her a little wink before closing the door.
You were flush against Loki’s chest as his fingers played with your hard nipples. He pinched one of the buds, rolling it between the pads of his thumb and forefinger while Val switched on the bullet again.
“Do you think you can take me with it inside of you, pet?” Loki purred as he tugged on your ponytail.
“Yes, daddy, please, please,” you begged as he worked your panties down your legs and you braced your hands against the mirror as he unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock. His cock pressed against the plump cheeks of your ass before guiding his way inside of you. The tip of his cock pressed against the end of the bullet and you whined at the sudden stretch.
“Oh my, that does feel rather good, Val. Decadent, naughty,” Loki purred against the bare skin of your shoulder as she turned the vibe on a bit higher before he gave a slowly thrust of his hips.
“I told you, I knew you’d enjoy it,” Val purred as she leaned back to pop a chocolate covered strawberry into her mouth and enjoyed the view.
“Although, you, my pet, are incredibly decadent and naughty as well. You’re the most exquisite treat,” Loki whispered into your ear before biting the lobe as his hips crashed against you.
“Daddy,” you moaned happily. “I wanna cum, but I can’t,” you whined pathetically.
“Oh I see, is Mummy playing one of her games? You know I make the rules too and right now, I want to feel my little toy cum around my cock,” he growled, making you shiver as your walls tightened around him.
It only took a few more sharp thrusts for you to cum around his cock as he filled you up. You mewled pathetically as Val switched off the vibe, your clit twitching slightly from the overstimulation. Loki bent down between your legs, slowly sliding it out of you.
“Hey!” Val complained.
“She still needs to find a gown and you’re going to break her if you’re not careful,” Loki replied.
“Oh, we both know she likes being broken,” Val chuckled as she took a small bag of wipes out of your black handbag that was shaped like cat ears and tossed them towards him.
“She does, I can’t argue there,” he murmured as he cleaned of the vibe before handing it back to Val, who tucked it back into her clutch for safe keeping.
Loki kissed the back of your thighs as he wiped you clean and you winced slightly.
“See? You’re breaking her, she’s sensitive,” he cooed
“We’re giving her a break, aren’t we? We’ll behave until tonight,” Val smiled as she selected the white gown that was low cut in the front and had a slit up to the thigh. “This one I think.” She handed it to Loki to help you into. “We can fix your hair in curls and a dark red lipstick, you’ll be mouth watering.”
“You have an amazing eye for this, my love,” Loki grinned as he zipped you into it.
You leaned against his chest, a little blissful look on your face. “She’ll be stunning,” he commented as he kissed your cheek.
He helped you out of the gown and back into your clothes and Val stepped out to have the gown added to the account along with when to have them delivered to the penthouse while Loki took you out to the car. When you got home, you made your way to the bedroom and curled up on the bed for a nap. They let you be for the time being and when you woke up, there was an Yves St. Laurent shoe box next to you and your favorite pair of rose colored cat ears.
You decided to be a bit cheeky as you wiggled out you clothes, slipping on just the black heels and the cat ears, letting your hair fall down your shoulders, slipping your slightly heavier black collar into place. You walked out of the bedroom and into the living room, smelling the delicious scent of roasted chicken, orzo and lemon.
“My, it seems our kitten has come out to play,” Val smirked when she saw you and took a little sip from her glass.
“What a lovely sight indeed,” Loki grinned as he finished plating dinner. They were both dressed a little more causally now, Loki in soft longue pants and a tight fitting shirt with Val in her silk shorts and matching top.
“You know kitten aren’t allowed at the table, but perhaps we can make an exception,” Val mused as your naked body grew warm and you sunk to your knees in front of her.
“She is such a good girl,” Loki grinned as you nuzzled your face into Val’s hand.
“You’ll sit in my lap then,” she decided as she gently stroked your cheek and you let out a delighted purr.
They took turns feeding you from your place in Val’s lap. Loki was quite the talented chef and you were all full and warm by the end, licking the crème from dessert off Val’s fingers. “Why don’t you wait in the bedroom for us, kitten? Go on and crawl, wait for us there,” Val said and you slid your to knees, slowly crawling your way to the bedroom.
“Leave the shoes on,” Loki called behind you.
You curled up on the bed and waited patiently for them. You could already feel the slick feeling on your thighs and your cunt throbbed with need. You could never get enough of them. You were drunk on them. You heard them pad into the room a few moments later, Loki’s long fingers grasped your hair as his hand pleasantly slapped your bare ass.
“Daddy,” you moaned, arching back into his palm.
He let go of your hair and pushed your shoulders down, holding you in place as he brought his hand down a few more times, leaving your ass a lovely shade of pink and your cunt dripping.
“You got her nice and wet for me,” Val smiled as you felt her move behind you on the bed, the mattress sinking slightly.
You instinctively shifted your legs open, Loki still kept your top half pinned down. “Of course, my love, we both know exactly how to make her come apart for us,” he purred as he removed his hand and guided you back up so you were balanced on all fours. Your head band was a little lopsided, so he fixed it.
“My sweet kitten, Mummy is going to fuck your pretty cunt while I fuck that gorgeous mouth, how does that sound?” he cooed down at you.
“So good, please, I want it, daddy,” you whined
Val’s hand sharply smacked your ass. “And me? Have you forgotten about me?” she growled softly, her nails digging slightly into your flesh.
“No, mummy, I’m sorry, please! My cunt is aching for you to fill it,” you begged.
“Much better, sweet one,” she praised, hands sliding over your hips as you felt the smooth tip of the strap on press against your opening. Once she was full inside of you, Loki tugged his trousers down, that long cock of his fully erect and ready for you. You parted your lips, slowly sucking on the leaking tip before relaxing your jaw as you worked him inside.
Your eyes rolled back a bit at the feeling of having them inside two of your three holes. It was delicious. Val set the pace, moving her hips first and Loki followed suit. Your nose brushed against the soft curls of, gagging softly as his tip hit the back of your throat, over and over again. Val began to give a more punishing thrust, pounding in and out of your wet cunt. You were a mess and felt like you might be split in two. The head rush was intense, your throat ached and your cunt throbbed as you crashed into an orgasm. Loki’s cum was salty and thick as you swallowed it down, a little bit dribbling down the sides of your mouth and soon they were both slipping out of you. Your legs and arms felt like jelly as you dropped down on your side.
“We broke her,” Val said proudly as she stroked her hands and up down your naked body.
“She’ll live to see another day, I’m sure,” Loki teased as he removed your heels and headband before lifting you into his arms.
Soon you were nestled in the warm, bubbly water, breathing in the scent of rose and lilacy as Val washed your back and Loki stretched one of your legs out. His fingers dug pleasantly into your feet, massaging all the aches and pains out. You were wrapped in a warm towel a bit later as Loki dressed you in soft silk chemise.
“I love you both so much,” you murmured sleepily as Val guided you into your arms, allowing your head to rest against the swells of her breasts.
“And we love you, sweet one,” she cooed as Loki kissed your calves then let his head drop into your lap, your fingers burying into his long hair as you clung to them.
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supernaturalgirl20 · 29 days ago
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When you are pregnant Frankie does not stop kissing and pampering you, when the baby begins to move he runs his index finger over your stomach just to feel how the baby responds to his touch. Can you write more about that? please?
Aahh this idea is so cute 🥰 Thank you for your request 😊 hope you enjoy 😉
Mi vida, mi amor!
Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader
Warnings: just mushy fluffy cuddly frankie.
Comments and reblogs are really appreciated 🥰
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You don’t know why you were ever afraid to tell Frankie you were pregnant. He’s been amazing! He was elated the night you told him. Coming home from one of Benny’s fights, he found you emptying the contents of your stomach in your en-suite.
“Baby are you sure you shouldn’t see a doctor? You’ve been like this for days and it’s worrying me.”
You wiped your face clean and brushed your teeth before beckoning him to sit beside you on your shared bed. Taking his hands in yours, you couldn’t find the words to tell him so you handed him the test you took that morning. Frankie just stared at it, the anxiety only getting worse at his lack of response.
“Frankie say something.”
“You’re….we’re…..you’re pregnant?”
“Yeah….I think from my calculations I’m about six weeks but I’ll need a doctor to confirm it.”
“Baby…..we’re going to have a baby. Y/N you have made me the happiest man alive. I love you.”
He pulls you in for a heated kiss before lowering you back onto the bed. He made love to that night before you fell asleep with his hand resting on your flat stomach.
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As your pregnancy progressed, Frankie couldn’t keep his hands off you. He would lay with you on the couch and just simply kiss you, his hands wrapped securely around you. When you were out his hand would never leave your waist. You jokingly told him once that he was acting like a cave man.
“You think this is bad baby, wait until you start showing. With the evidence of our love on full display for everyone to see, I’ll never leave your side.”
He’s become a little too over protective, never letting you do much around the house. It was sweet of course, but you reminded him you weren’t an invalid.
“I know baby, but your growing our baby, the least I can do is carry in the shopping and do the housework.”
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When you finally popped, he was constantly doting on you. Rubbing your aching feet, running you nice warm baths, he’d even painted your toenails once. Your bump had gotten to big for you see them properly.
His favourite thing though was cuddling up beside you in bed, his fingers running over your bump, eyes fixed on where his fingers traced. He had become obsessed with feeling your daughter move to his touch. Her feet would follow a line behind his fingers and when she was a little to energetic, his voice calmed her down.
“Tranquila mi angel! Your poor mama needs her rest, you will have plenty of time to be active tomorrow. Te amo mi angel.” Just like that, she calmed.
“Hmm such a daddy’s girl already. You have her spoilt and she’s not even here yet. You big softy!”
He kisses you on the head before returning to caressing your bump. He whispers in your ear,
“Mi vida, mi amor.”
His deep voice and the movement of his fingers lull you both to sleep.
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agentofbarnes · 5 months ago
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Barnes AU: similar to the office episode 6x16 delivery: where Pam doesn’t want to go to the hospital til late for the birth of her baby and Jim’s just freaking out. I’m not sure if you’re an office fan though! :) but would be nice to see Bucky like that. I can imagine sam kinda being like Michael.
here comes becca
note | uh so weirdly enough i just started watching the office this month and just watched this episode last night wtf how weird is that
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When it’s time to have Rebecca Barnes, you feel like you know everything from the last time you have birth and insisted that you wait a along as possible to go the hospital. It was so you could a whole two days in the hospital to recuperate after the baby, but it seemed as if little Becca Barnes had other plans.
You were determined, though. Bucky was going to have a heart attack. It was the middle of the summer, you, Bucky, and Grant had all gone to the Wilson’s for a pre-Fourth of July celebration before the big neighborhood bash tomorrow (which wouldn’t have fireworks since many of the attendees had experience in the army and it can be quite triggering).
The contractions had started in the morning and Bucky had wanted to go ahead to go the hospital, but you told him no. Sam had helped you the couch while Grant asked questions repeatedly to Bucky.
You had waddled back into the yard where Bucky sat on the bench with Grant, a stressed look on his face.
“It’s going to be fine,”You told him, stepping towards with an easy breath.
“I think we should go to the hospital.”
“The book says seven to five minutes, its only at six, we got time, it’ll be fine,”You assured him.”Trust me, Buck.”
“I do, trust you, but maybe you should trust me with this.”
“I’m the one in labor, when I’m ready to go, I’ll go.”
“We match!”Grant noticed finally, the large tee shirt was the same symbol of Cap’s Shield on it. Grant wore a similar one today.
Bucky glanced over your form, tilting his head curiously,”Did you change?”
“Oh, yeah, my water broke and it made a whole mess—“
“What?!”Bucky asked in a panic, making Grant jump slightly at the booming voice. He quickly apologized to his toddler before standing up to try and move you towards the door.
“We’re leaving, Sam can watch Grant, we don’t have much time unless you want to birth in Sam’s living room.”
“I like his living room, he has a nice ambiANCE!” You screamed, clutching your bump and reaching out for Bucky to catch you. He helped you the chair while Grant looked at you in terror.
“Mommy!”
“It’s okay, baby,”You cried out,”Don’t be scared, I-I’m fine.”
Grant’s eyes were welled up with tears, making you cry too, not just from the pain. Bucky kissed your forehead before calling out for Sam.
Sam came around the corner,”Oh god, it’s time, we’re having a baby.”
“We?”Bucky asked, tilting his head.”You have your own baby on the way, man.”
It was true, his fiancée also happened to be pregnant for the second time in the past two years. She was a two months away from giving birth to her own little boy, but Sam had always been super involved with you and Bucky so he felt like he needed to panic too.
“Grant, go to Uncle Sammy,”Bucky told him, heart aching at how sad Grant looked.
“Mommy hurts,”Grant cried, almost as if he were completely in sync with your emotions.
Sam picked Grant up, rubbing the toddler’s back gently and trying to soothe him.”Hey, your mama is gonna be okay, bud, and you’ll have a cute little sister after this.”
“You need to calm down,”You told Bucky,”Your aura is too much, you gotta breathe,” You hissed in pain, trying to simultaneously send calming waves over Bucky.
“Stop that, you’ll hurt yourself,”Bucky told you, kissing your forehead. He tried to calm his own emotions,”Hey, you know what will calm me?”
“What?”You panted, trying to make it through the contraction.
“Let me take you to the hospital.”
“Fine!”
When you finally listened, Bucky took you to the hospital and you were in labor for 14 more hours. By the time your baby girl was born, it was the Fourth of July and you were exhausted.
Bucky praised you, loved you, and took care of you until you had successfully give birth. Hours later, you finally got both of your babies with you.
“Mommy!”Grant came tumbling in, much chiper that he had been the last you saw him. Bucky quickly caught him before climbing the bed.
“Gotta be gentle, bud,”Bucky chuckled, glancing at you cradling the little baby. He sat Grant on the edge of the bed, taking little Rebecca in his arms to let Grant cuddle up in your arms. He sat with his back against your chest, between your legs so that you couldn’t hold him.
Bucky gently put Rebecca in Grant’s arms, holding most of her weight while you supported her head so Grant could hold her. Bucky sat on your side, smiling down at his little family.
Sam clicked a quick picture, the first photograph of the Barnes’. Grant kissed her forehead, giggling when she blinked up at him. He whispered a little love you that made you cry. It was sweet, and Sam captured it on film.
“You ever decide on the full name?”Sam asked curiously as Bucky took her back into his arms fully. He felt safer with his baby curled into his arms peacefully.
“Rebecca Natalie Barnes,”You answer, sniffling while you gazed at her perfect face.”Felt like right you know? Nat saved my life, the first friend I had outside of my boarding school, the first non-mutant to accept me. She was my best friend, it’s only right that my strong little girl be named after the strongest woman I’ve ever met.”
“She’d like that,”Sam chuckled,”Born on Fourth of July too, just like Steve, think she might be the next Captain?”
Bucky smiled at that, glancing down at his baby girl with tears in his eyes,”She might, got that look in her eyes, she’s gonna be trouble.”
“Just like her daddy,”You giggled, leaning against his arm while Grant cuddled against your chest all clingy like.
“‘m not trouble,”Bucky murmured.
“You literally broke someone out of prison,”Sam reminded him.
“Let it go,”Bucky rolled his eyes, kissing Rebecca’s little forehead.”She’s my perfect girl, she’s not gonna go near anything like that. She’s gonna be good trouble.”
“Look, she already has your pout,”Sam joked.
“I call that’s the Barnes Grump,”You teased, grinning sheepishly,”All my loves tend to be little grumps except Buck, of course, he’s a big grump.”
Bucky smiled happily, not much of a grump at the moment. How could he be when everything was perfect?
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georgiapeach305132 · 3 months ago
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Desperate Affairs, Pt. 2
Summary:  What does Andy know?
Pairings:  Andy Barber X Reader
Rating:  Explicit
Warnings:  Explicit language, explicit sexual content, mentions of infidelity, nude photos, pregnancy, mentions of forced pregnancy, choking, humiliation, degradation, oral sex (M receiving), 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.2k
Part 1
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Andy’s body freezes when he sees the sad tears in your eyes.  Darkening his eyes, a look that you never thought you would see coming from him.  A look he would give criminals when he was still the DA.  “Don’t.  We’re not doing this here,” his voice a gravely whisper.
“What are you talking about?  I have something I need to tell you,” you’re convinced that this is the right time.  
“And you can wait.  We’re not talking about your infidelities while we’re waiting on the doctor to tell us about our baby,” when he mentions infidelities, your eyes go wide staring at him.  “Did you really think you could keep that from me?  And Ransom fucking Drysdale, my client.  We’ll talk when we get home.  Now, put on your smile, and be happy that you’re carrying my baby.”
Andy’s thick fingers wipe away your tears, his gaze softening towards you, right as the doctor comes on.  “Isn’t that sweet.  You’ll be comforting mama a lot in the future.  The crazy hormones have just started,” he sits on the chair, rolling back towards you.  “So, I took a look at the ultrasound pictures, and I need to check something else out.”
“Is everything okay?” you ask nervously, stealing a glance at Andy who even looks scared.
“What is it that you two do?” he cheerfully asks, and you both relax.  Surely if it was bad news, he wouldn’t be so jovial.
“I’m a defense attorney.  She was my secretary,” with the past tense word you look at him.  “But I think it’s time for her to just be a mom.”
“Well, that’s a good thing,” he reinserts the wand, looking at the screen.  “Hmm...” the quiet in the room is unbearable.  You and Andy both look at the monitor and not seeing what the doctor is looking for.  “Okay, let’s listen for the heartbeats,” pulling out the wand he grabs up the doppler.  Roaming it around on your stomach, and Andy’s hand squeezes tightly to yours.  “There it is,” you both tear up at the fast beat of your baby’s heart.  “Hold on,” he wiggles around a bit more.  “Just what I suspected.”
“What?”  Andy’s voice hoarse with anticipation.  He’s not one for waiting, clearly.
“Another heartbeat,” the doctor smiles back at you two.  Turning off the doppler, before showing you the ultrasound pictures.  “Looks a bit hidden.  Two different amniotic sacs.  They won’t be identical.”
“Wait, twins?” you ask.  Your mind going a mile a minute, and if they’re not identical it could mean...two fathers.  You swallow bile, and refuse to look at Andy in this moment.  The doctor nods at the two of you.  If it wasn’t for Andy and his stupid sugar pills you wouldn’t be in this mess.
“Had you been trying to conceive?”
“Yeah, we didn’t want to wait for the wedding.  It’s tomorrow actually.  Small get together,” Andy is so proud when he speaks.  Holding on desperately to this lie of a happy family.
“Well congratulations.  I’ll see you in four weeks.  Rosana will make your next appointment.”
Once the two of you get into the car, Andy’s demeanor changes.  His jaw pulses with the constant clenching of his jaw.  The veins in his hand seem to protrude a bit more, and you can’t stand the quiet torture, wishing he would just shout at you or something.  “How did you know?” you whisper, eyes staring out your side window, scared to look at Andy.
Andy breathes in deeply, and exhales in a huff.  Opening his phone, he fiddles around before handing it to you.  You finally spare him a glance before picking up the phone.  A picture of a close up shot of a cock stretching out someone’s pussy.  Flicking through the photos, you then see a naked picture of you in Ransom’s bathroom.  “I thought it was a mistake.  The first photo.  Wasn’t sure why it was sent to me.  Even if those lips looked familiar.  Then the second photo came through.  You couldn’t deny that one, could you?”
There are no words to be said, so you lock the phone.  Gently handing it back to Andy before looking back out your window.  “There’s more photos.  I also had you followed,” you want to be angry at Andy, but you were the one that was unfaithful.  “Every time I went out of town you ran to him.  Did it mean anything?”
Crying and unable to speak you just shake your head no.  “You could look at me when you’re lying to me.”
You turn to look at him.  His face still just stoic, showing no emotions, even though you know you’re breaking his heart.  “Not lying.  He didn’t mean anything to me, it was just sex.”
Biting his lip Andy struggles to say what he wants to say, “You weren’t protecting yourself were you?  Even when I asked you.  You were fucking him, while he was on the phone with me.”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Were you protecting yourself?” Andy yells, his hand grips tightly to the gearshift, and you shake your head no.  “They’re mine.  Both of them.  Do you understand?”
“But, what if...?”
“No, they’re mine.  They’re ours.  We won’t speak of this again.  Was Ransom the only one?”  when he sees the fresh tears in your eyes, and the way your body heaves, he knows he’s not.  “Who?”
“Andy,” you begin.  Nothing you can say could ease this blow.  
“Who?” another raise of his voice happens when you pull into the garage.
“It’s complicated.  I didn’t have a choice, Ransom and him threatened our life,” you look into his deep blue eyes, wanting him to understand before you tell him.
“Pronge?” with a single nod yes of your head, Andy finally loses it.  “Are you fucking kidding me?  You tell me this the day before our wedding?  How could you?”  
“I told you, it wasn’t like that.  I didn’t want to.  I just didn’t want you to find out, and he threatened our lives.  I’m sorry,” without another word Andy gets out of the car, slamming the door behind him.  You continue to sit in the car, thinking about everything.  You and Andy both suck.  You both lied.  You both betrayed each other.  Neither of you have business going through with this marriage.  
Marching past Andy and into your shared bedroom you look over to yours and his packed luggage, and decide to grab a backpack.  You need to leave.  Andy stands in the bedroom doorway watching you.  “What are you doing?”
“It’s clear this isn’t going to work out.”
“Our wedding is tomorrow,” his body walks closer to you but you jerk out of his embrace.
“That’s what you’re thinking of.  We betrayed each other.  You exchanged my pills for sugar pills to force me into a pregnancy, that I said we weren’t ready for.”
“Because you were fucking my client.”
“I was breaking it off,” when the words come out of your mouth, you realize just how ridiculous it sounds.
“Because that makes it better,” Andy rolls his eyes, sitting on the bed, and removes everything that you put into the backpack.
“Stop,” your voice an angry growl.
“No, you stop.  I forgive you.  Let’s put this in the past.  I want you in my life.  I want you as the mother of my kids.  I want us to be a family.”
“Andy, we lied to each other for months.  You allowed me to sneak behind your back so I could continue an affair,” your hands wipe at your eyes, but tears continue to fall.
“I was hoping you would quit.  You realize he played you for a fool.  Sending nude photos of you, with him,” overcome with emotions you just shake your head.  Andy wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you close to his chest.  Shushing and comforting you.  “I forgive you.  I want to put this all behind us, start anew.  Did you love him?”
“No,” you squeak out.  “I love you.  Just got caught up in everything.”
“What was he offering you that I couldn’t?” Andy’s voice is calm, deep and gritty.  The low register, tickles your temple that’s resting on his chest, and you feel yourself heat up with lust, despite this fucked up moment.
“He didn’t want sex just to get pregnant.”
Both of you freeze in time.  Andy deeply contemplates what you said.  “And he fucked you hard?” his hands run down your body.  Sliding down to the round globes of your ass, spreading each cheek.  “You even let him fuck your ass.  I might have enjoyed that, you know?”
“Andy,” you scold him, but you can’t deny how he’s talking to you in such a vulgar manner, is turning you on.
“Is that what you want?  To be treated like a whore?”  he pushes you off his body to look down at you, and you nod your head.  “I can treat you like a whore.  Not all the time, because I do like making love to you.  Slowly thrusting into that tight cunt.  Soon your body is going to swelling to hold my babies,” one of his hands rubs along your stomach, “Already feel you growing.”
His other hand teases your breast, “And these, they’re going to be so swollen.  Do you realize how protective I’m going to be?  Gotta keep you safe, keep them safe.  Do you realize the lengths I would go to keep you three safe?”
“Andy...” you whimper.  Your hands gripping tightly to his toned biceps, pulling your body closer to him.
“It’s over between you two, isn’t it?”
“Yes.  It has been.”
“Good, this cunt is only for me.  Don’t embarrass me again.  Do I make myself perfectly clear?”  the darkness returning back to Andy’s eyes.  His hand wraps around your neck, and not to make your knees weak, but in a threatening manner.  Quickly you nod your head, and he squeezes tighter.  “Is that how good girls answer?”
“I won’t embarrass you again,” your voice painfully squeaks out.  Cheeks reddened with the lack of oxygen with how tight Andy holds your neck.
Loosening only a bit, allowing you the smallest amount of air, his fingers glide up your thigh, moving aside your panties, he feels the slick pooling.  “You really are a slut you know that?  Go get yourself cleaned up.  You need a good night’s sleep so you can become my beautiful wife.”
His hands slightly shove you towards the bathroom, and you pout at him.  “Did you honestly think I would fuck you after that?”
“But you said you forgave me.”
“And I do.  There has to be a form of punishment for you.  And what’s more punishment for a whore than to withhold sex?  Don’t worry, I’ll make the wait worth it.  Pull your wedding dress over your head, so I can fuck you from behind.  That’s how he did it wasn’t it?  He enjoyed making you faceless, fucking you from behind.  Do I need to start taking pictures of my conquests too?”
You want to be humiliated by his words, but they’re doing the exact opposite.  They’re actually turning you on.  Your eyes full of lust stare at Andy, and you’re ashamed at the lack of shame you feel from this.
“You know, it’s not me that needs to be punished though.  On your fucking knees.”
“What?” you turn back around to look at him.
“On.  Your.  Fucking.  Knees,” your body reacts and you sink slowly to your knees.  “Take my cock out, princess.  You’re going to suck me like your life depends on it.”
Your fingers slowly undo his button, reaching into his boxers you pull out his hardening cock.  Smiling up at him, because you realize that even Andy is getting off on being more aggressive.  He can try to deny it, but he’s enjoying it.  Wrapping your fingers around his base, you lick a long stripe up the underside of his glorious cock.  Kissing the precum away on his tip.  Kitten licking him, until fully sinking your mouth over his length.
His fingers slide along your face, before holding tightly onto your face.  Knowing that Andy is about to fuck your mouth, you hollow your cheeks, loosening the hold you have on him.  Rolling your eyes up to peer at him, his cock nearly fully sunk to the back of your throat.
“You look so pretty like this, honey,” he gently says before using his hands to shove you deeper on him.  Fucking your face unforgiving.  Even smiling when you begin gagging on his cock.  “Want me to stop?”
You shake your head no.  Needing him to continue his rough pace.  He does grant a moment of air, before he’s crashing his cock to the back of your throat.  “If I would have known this was all it would take, to keep you faithful.”  With one final hitch of his hips, you feel his warm cum spurt deeply in the back of your throat.  
Andy’s hands wrap around your throat, bringing your back up to your feet.  “And if you ever embarrass me again.  I won’t be easy on you.  You want to be treated like a slut; I’ll fucking treat you like a slut.  Have I made myself fucking clear?”
“Yes, Andy.”
“That’s fucking daddy.  Remember, you’re carrying my children now.  Treat me with respect.  You’re mine now.  Stuck with me.  Are we clear?”  his hands never leave your neck.  But toying with you and your emotions, he contracts his hold on you slightly.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl.  Get yourself cleaned up.  We’ve got a wedding tomorrow.”
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mae-gi-writes · 7 months ago
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Once Again (PT.I) | Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyu!)
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ONCE AGAIN : PART ONE 
Summary:  Iwaizumi’s broken marriage results in his five-year-old son trying to match him up with his primary school teacher, whom he thinks will make a wonderful replacement for a mother. 
Genre: fluff, slight angst, f!reader x dad! Iwaizumi 
A/N: There will be 2 or 3 parts of this oneshot! Depending on how long I feel like writing. Thanks for checking it out and stopping by! Let’s dive into some Iwa moments :,)
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“What’s your return policy on rings?” 
The saleswoman smiles sympathetically behind the counter. That stupid sympathetic smile he’s been getting for weeks on end now. And it never stops; with his co-workers, with his family, his friends...
Iwaizumi’s sick of it. He’s sick of having to prove that he’s doing just fine, thank you very much. When in truth, his heart is constantly being torn apart and stomped upon as is people have nothing better to do than torture him in their free time. 
“I’m sorry, but these rings have been brought more than three years ago, and our warrant only lasts for three years,” the saleswoman keeps on talking but it doesn’t matter, for Iwaizumi can already feel the anger slowly creep up through the back of his neck, can already feel the vibrating emotions clogging up his sense of judgement. 
His fists clench at his sides upon impulse, the physical pain of his nails driving into his palms enough to remind him to stay cordial. It’s not the woman’s fault, the better part of him chants, it’s not her fault at all. 
“Fine,” he manages to grovel out, barely, “thanks anyway.” 
He all but storms out of the shop while shoving the rectangular box back in his pant pocket, and though it’s been more than four months since his ugly divorce with the woman he’d hoped to share the rest of his life with, the weight of their promise hangs heavy and hot upon his thigh. 
The thing is, Iwaizumi is mad. He is seething. If one were to give him a bat, he’d probably destroy the entire town by himself. Not because she was the one that cheated, not because she was the one going behind his back numerous times a week to seek out her lover when he’d been basically driven mad between Hoisuke’s cries and the stress of call meetings scheduled back to back. 
No, he’s angry. Because how the fuck could she do this to Hoisuke? How can she break the child’s heart like that, so ruthlessly, without even thinking twice about the consequences? 
Because if there is a victim in all this, then it’s definitely Hoisuke. And not only that, Hoisuke understands that his mother has been acting strange, that she doesn’t return at regular times and that her hugs now smell of cigarette smoke with a bittertaste of alcohol. 
Iwaizumi is so caught up in anger that he almost blunders past his battered Hyundai, red and chipping away at the corners. Still, this car holds so many memories, the good and the bad ones. 
“Can’t you get a newer car? I thought your company could sponsor you,” the ghost of his wife’s voice echoes through his head, a blatant reminder of all the things she’d found wrong in his life.
“Why?” he’d tilted his head around to fix his gaze on her figure bending over the sink. The TV was playing in the background and he thanked the gods that the morning comics were taking up Hoisuke’s attention, enough to distract him from his parents’ quibbles. 
“It’s just--so old and tacky.” 
“It still works well, doesn’t it? Why change it now?” 
She’d paused, hesitated slightly before blundering on, “It’s embarrassing. My colleagues keep asking if we're poor or something."
"Who cares what your colleagues think?"
Fuck her, Iwaizumi mentally swears as he turns on the ignition. Fuck her and all her needs for a better life. As if the life they had wasn't more than enough. Pulling out into the street to join the incoming traffic, he blinks away the sudden tears accumulating at the corner of his eyes and swears once more, this time aloud, glad that Hoisuke isn't in his presence when he gets in such a foul mood.
Iwaixumi may be angry. He may be filled with pent-up rage from the memory still attached to the day he'd discovered a used condom in their bathroom trash. But that doesn't mean it hurts any less.
That doesn't mean he does not still cry into his pillow over it every night.
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"Please don't forget to do your homework for tomorrow! We'll correct them before moving on to the next chapter," you call out to your students as excited chatter fills the air. Students rise from their seats, some calling you bye and waving as they all file out of the classroom and you can't help the small smile lingering over your lips even though your feet are killing you.
Outside, parents have already lined up to collect their kids, the chatter and bustle of people ebbing away down the corridor as you let out a soft sigh.
"Miss?"
You jolt, not realizing that one of your students stands by the table wringing his hands, "what's wrong Hoisuke? Dad's not here yet?"
He shakes his head, watery eyes blinking up at you as he raises his thumb to his lips. You stand quickly and motion him to come close until he's within reach before your hand smoothes over the back of his head, "it's okay. He's probably stuck in traffic. I'll wait with you."
It's not surprising that parents get tardy once in a while and you're all too accustomed to those slight change in plans. Thankfully, you manage to distract the young boy with some coloured crayons and a piece of paper while you dial for his father's number.
It keeps ringing. No one picks up.
You try once more, one more time after that. But still, nothing. It shifts to voicemail. You decide it's better than nothing, "hi Iwaizumi-san. This is Y/N, Hoisuke's teacher. I was just wondering what time you would be picking up Hoisuke? Please call me as soon as possible. Thank you."
You end the call only to spot Hoisuke's eyes on you, intent and impatient for you to explain, "it's okay," you tell him with a smile, "he'll be here soon. Don't worry. Do you want to keep colouring some more?"
Hoisuke nods, to which your smile widens. It's those special moments, where your shyest students express themselves, that your chest warms with sympathy and affection. You've been there, you know how it feels like not to be heard, and you appreciate every interaction they offer you.
Being a primary school teacher is tough, especially since it wasn't in your original plans. But the satisfaction of bringing up some of the world's future leaders cancelled out all the late nights correcting tests and scrambled weekends trying to finish off as many worksheets as you possibly could for the coming week. You can’t complain, not when you have a decent salary that keeps bread on the table and a roof over your head.
A tug on your sleeve brings you back to Hoisuke looking up at you, a scribbled drawing of what seems to be of him and his dad. You feel yourself chuckling at how he's drawn both their hair in brown spikes, erratically extravagant and yet so close to reality.
"That's really good, Hoisuke!" You beam down at him, "what do you and your dad do on weekends?"
He shrugs shyly, head averted to the side so that there's no need for eye contact. And in the shyest voice he can muster up, he says:
"Daddy brings me...to see Mama," Hoisuke's words are barely above a mumble, "they live in different houses. They can't live together anymore."
Uneasiness squeeses in your stomach, followed by sympathy for this soft-hearted boy. You had overheard some of your colleagues giggling about Hoisuke's dad being attractive and single -- a combo that teachers adore -- but that doesn't mean that the weight of his words don't lay heavy on your own conscience.
"Do you miss your Mama a lot?" You ask him softly. Unconsciously, your hand finds a way to smooth over his head.
The boy doesn't pull away. Instead, he nods, "sometimes. But it is better this way. Daddy smiles more now. And there's no one to shout and make noise."
"Are you happy, Hoisuke? With your dad?"
He nods and to your amazement grins, "daddy is funny. He tells me not to swear but when he burns the food he always swears. And then he says to shush and tells me to close my ears. He also makes me pancakes every Saturday morning before I go see Mama."
Right on cue, a figure bursts through the open classroom door and both your heads snap to see a drenched, older version of Hoisuke who looks like he just finished running a marathon.
"I'm--" he wheezes, causing you to stand in alarm and concern, "I'm sorry I'm--so late--"
"Daddy, you forgot me again!" Comes Hoisuke's statement as you ask Iwaizumi if he's okay. He shakes off your worry with a flick of his hand and a shake of his head, "I'm fine. Sorry-- there's a nasty rain outside--"
"It's okay," you reassure him as Hoisuke practically barrels into his father and almosy knocks him off his feet.
"Sorry Hoisuke," you watch Iwaizumi's hardened features soften ever so slightly as he ruffles his son's hair. Then, looking back up at you as you bring over Hoisuke's backpack, he says, "thank you. For looking after him."
"It's no problem, honestly. We had fun didn't we?" You grin down at your student and are delighted to find Hoisuke grinning back up at you, albeit shyly, "I put his homework in his diary. He'll need to complete it for tomorrow so that he doesn't fall behind in class."
His father nods, "alright. Thanks."
"Daddy, your hair looks atrocious," Hoisuke says, tugging onto his shirt.
"Atrocious huh?" Iwazumi's eyebrow rise, "someone was listening in their English class today."
"Atrocious means that it looks bad. Daddy, your hair looks bad."
"Thanks buddy, I knew that. Now say bye to Miss Y/N."
"Bye bye, miss Y/N," Hoisuke says, wriggling his short arm through the air as you wave back with a giggle. His father nods at you in silent thanks, makes a move to walk out of the class, only to swivel back to you just as you're collecting your bag.
"Uhm," he clears his throat, causing you to jump slightly, "yes?" You blink back at him and try hard not to stare at the way his white shirt clings to his toned chest, translucent from the rain.
"Do you need a ride?"
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You've known Iwaizumi since high school. Having graduated just two years later than he did, his reputation had preceded him throughout the school halls even though you'd never actually had any face to face interaction with the said man. Iwaizumi doesn't know this of course and you are adamant about keeping it a secret. But that plan seems to be unraveling before your very eyes the moment your small talk turns towards your academic history.
"You're from Aoba Johsai?" His surprised glance doesn't escape your notice, especially since that's the most reaction you've gotten out of him.
"Yeah," your eyes stay glued to the row of cars crawling through the motorway, "I remember you went there too, right?"
"How'd you know?"
"You were Aoba's ace volleyball player. Everyone knew who you were."
His silence answers you and for a moment, you fear that you might have offended him. Not that it's something to be offended about.
Before you try to scratch your brain for some kind of response -- any response -- Hoisuke pipes up from the back seat, "Daddy was famous back when he was in high school. He hit the ball like kapow! And jumped so high he can touch the sky."
"Oh? Have you seen him on camera?" You turn slightly, a small smile dangling off your lips at how adorably amazed and excited Hoisuke seems to be.
"Yeah! His spikes are so awesome! It goes pow! And it zooms! Like a cannon ball!"
You burst out laughing, "yes, your father was amazing whenever he was on the court. Every girl in our class had a crush on him."
"What's a crush?"
"Hmm, you know when you really like someone. You like like them, you want to be together with them. Like, girlfriend and boyfriend."
"Oh," Hoisuke draws out, "did you really like daddy too?"
"Yeah I did."
"What?" Iwaizumi almost chokes on his own spit at the same time traffic eases and you're glad for the distraction, for you're certain there's a scattering of colour upon your cheeks.
"Do you really like him now?" Hoisuke persists, undoubtly untouched by the embarrassment taking over his father's features and you swear that more than ever, you want to laugh at how flustered Iwaizumi looks.
You decide to play nice though and instead turn to wink at your student, "that's a secret for me to keep."
You don't have to look twice to know that the man beside you is bursting into hot flames.
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"Did you really like Mama before you started living separately?"
Iwaizumi swears that he's never felt so uncomfortable in his life. Not when he's had to state that he was divorced, not when he had to sign divorce papers half drunk off his ass. Not even when he'd raged after his said ex-wife after finding a tie that wasn't his own in his laundry pile.
Now is probably a good definition of what uncomfortable means.
"You're not gonna let me off the hook are you?" He steals a glance at Hoisuke from over his shoulder while stirring the vegetable curry, "yes, I really liked your mother."
"Did she?"
The word 'yes' almost slips past his mouth. Except, he isn't sure whether that's the truth and decides to shoot back with, "have you finished your homework, Hoisuke? You know it's due tomorrow. Miss Y/N said so."
"Do you really like miss Y/N?"
"What?" Iwaizumi frowns, "well--no. Not like that."
"Why?" His son whines, "I really really like Miss Y/N. She's nice to me and she never shouts. And she bakes good cookies!"
"How'd you know that?" Iwaizumi leans over to taste a bit of the sauce. Not bad, he thinks and mentally pats himself on the back. A few weeks ago, he would've probably burnt the entire house down.
"Because she bakes them every month. Every time we finish a test."
"That's nice of her."
"Yes," there's a pause as the man fishes out a bowl in which to serve the curry, "daddy, what do you do when you really like someone? Do you marry them like you and Mama did?"
"Uh--yeah. Sure."
"Then does that mean I need to marry Miss Y/N if I really like her?"
"Yup."
"Daddy!"
Iwaizumi bursts out laughing. Turning off the stovetop and bringing the bowl over to the dining table, he reaches out to ruffle his son's hair with a grin, "you're the one who has a crush on miss Y/N."
"She's too old for me Daddy," grumbles Hoisuke while scooping out two rice bowls as the pair sit down for dinner, "but she'll be good for you."
"Not that simple, buddy," Iwaizumi says as he dumps two spoonfuls of curry into his son's bowl, before doing the same with his own, "there's a difference between like and love."
A frown falls over his son's face, so like his own that Iwaizumi can't help but chuckle, "what is the difference?"
"Well, when you really like someone, you might want to get to know them better. Or play with them andd shit--stuff like that. When you love someone, it's..." he hesitates, "it's different."
"Why?"
There goes that innocent question that punctures his chesy a little too deeply. The brown-haired man steadies his gaze upon the calendar fixed on the wall opposite him as he answers with:
"When you love someone, you want to live with them. You want to start a family with them. Their happiness," his brown orbs switch back to his son's focused attention, "their happiness is all that matters."
Maybe it's the fact that he's not used to speaking so truthfully about such things. Maybe it's just Hoisuke who suddenly realizes the layers hidden beneath his father's poker-faced exterior. But for a moment, neither of them speak, as if bewitched by a silencing spell if broken by the scraping of cutlery against porcelain.
"Did you love mama?"
Hoisuke's voice is small, fragile. So fragile that Iwaizumi pauses just as his spoon reaches his mouth, glancing over at his boy. His beautiful boy.
"Yeah."
Another short pause. "Did she love me?"
"Of course she did," Iwaizumi's face softens. To be honest, Hoisuke hadn't showed any kind of restraint during the entire divorce procedure, had merely accepted things as they had unfolded before his very eyes. But sometimes, Iwaizumi fears his son might be keeping more from him than he lets on.
He ressembles his mother a lot in that sense.
"Then," wet coffee-coloured eyes blink up at him, lips trembling with a hoarse whisper, "why'd she leave?"
Before his father can say anything, the young boy bursts into tears.
Iwaizumi rushes over, clasping Hoisuke in his embrace as the child buries his face into his neck and cries and cries and cries. His little heart beats like wild horses and with every sob echoing through hid body, Iwaizumi feels his own heart break over and over again. One of his hands rub comforting circles of Hoisuke's back, while the other smoothes over the back of his head as he murmurs soft nothings in hopes that it will calm down the young child.
"I want--" Hoisuke's voice is thick with tears, "I want Mama--"
"Shh, hey it's okay," Iwaizumi murmurs out, "s'alright kiddo. I got you."
Hoisuke falls asleep eventually, the soft sniffles dying out into even breaths as he slumps against his father’s shoulder, probably tired out from his earlier emotions. Iwaizumi takes this as his chance to tuck the boy into bed, glad that he’d listened to the small subconscious in his head telling him that Hoisuke would be falling asleep sooner rather than latter. 
As he smoothes over his son’s hair, a part of him wonders how much Hoisuke is still silently hurting from his mother’s departure. He can’t imagine it; suddenly changing lives like you’ve merely changed your bed sheets and Iwaizumi had been so caught up in his own heartbreak, in his own bout of silent rage, that he’d forgotten that along the way, Hoisuke was also a victim to their endless fighting, the cold war that had broken his family apart. 
He wishes he can take the pain away, ease it somehow. But it’s not that simple. The truth is, no one can actually predict how a heart gets broken, nor when it does. The only evidence are the repurcussions. And it’s only now that Iwaizumi gets to see it truly take its form. 
Leaning over to press a soft kiss to Hoisuke’s forehead, Iwaizumi murmurs his silent goodnight before walking out and gently closing the bedroom door behind him. 
He leans onto the hard wooden surface and rubs his eyes. It is only upon pulling them away that he takes notice of the family photograph hanging on the opposite wall, frozen smiles wrapped up in lies.
He really needs to take that down.
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shelby-love · 10 months ago
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ANTHONY BRIDGERTON
Wrongly Courted
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Author's note: This is based roughly on the TV show adaption as I have yet to get my hands on the books due to school and all. Though I must say, I am quite excited to read them once I get the chance!
‘All Thing Regency’ is my newest installment to my Bridgerton work. Every new regency word/expression in this one shot (and past/future ones too) are linked to that masterpost, so you don’t have to google them!  
This is a three chapter novelette under the name ‘The Deed of Right and Wrong’, I advise you to continue the journey and read the last two parts!  ➵ click here
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Word has spread to your Author that the Whitgan ball, hosted Friday night held an appropriate amount of glitz fit only for the highest of nobility.
It has not escaped This Author's notice that Y/FN Y/LN, 6th Marquess of Cambridge arrived earlier this week with his family in a very humble escort of 6 carriages. Very humble indeed. Rumor has it that her Ladyship Y/N Y/LN slept peacefully in one of the carriages, unbeknownst to her that she, along with Daphne Bridgerton is said to be what we, my dear reader, call "The Diamond of the season".
After just one ball and the courtesy of a single dance at the hand of Y/N Y/LN, Oliver Greenwill was seen buying a diamond ring. With too many seasons to count on mere fingers, the senior of a man and a Lord has laid his eyes on the young Marchioness, perhaps finally finding a suitable bride.
Oh, the horror!
LADY WHISTLEDOWN'S SOCIETY PAPERS
"If anything, I think she quite likes you."
You pretended to cry as you plopped on the sofa Daphne was sitting, "Daphne!"
"What?" She replied with a teasing smile, holding the society papers on her lap in a way fit for a lady. "I for one, have never seen her show anything but—"
"I believe the word you are looking for is hatred."
"That is not true," she said.
You bore a sigh, running your hands over your silky dress. "The only thing that is stopping my father from marrying me off is the fact that I was named the Diamond of the season."
Daphne's brows narrowed in confusion, "Oliver Greenwill is merely just a baron. Father believes I will be courted by someone of higher status."
"Like who?"
"The duke."
"But the duke does not wish to marry," she replied, "Anthony said so himself."
At the mention of her brother's name, you felt yourself stiffen, looking around without so much as gracing your closest friend with your eyes. Memories of the past year rushing into your brain, so you almost blushed, "And I do not wish to marry the duke either!"
You stood up abruptly, back turned to Daphne as you paced around the lavishly decorated room, sneaking a sweet in your mouth every so often. "He asked for a dance three times Daphne! Though I told him it is improper. But the man did not care."
"He did not," she murmured with wide eyes, knowing very well what can be spread when news hit that a woman danced with the same partner twice. Or even worse… Thrice! "You must tell your father."
You shook your head, "My father does not care."
But my brother does, Daphne thought.
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Standing next to your mother, you watched as ladies your age and younger danced with men of all ages. It scared you, the thought of meeting Oliver's eyes somewhere amongst the crowd. It was very well known that your mother was too smitten with the thought of marrying you that she, quite frankly, did not care who asked for your hand in dance so long as he looked presentable. Likewise, it wasn't going to be hard for the old man to seek you out while you weren't protected with your marquess of a father.
"You ought to seek someone's eyes Y/N," your mother's voice sliced through the silence that overcame you. "There are fine gentlemen everywhere."
You tried not to reply sarcastically the best in your ability and instead straightened your spine the same way your mother did, doing absolutely everything in your power to look like a regal marchioness that you were.
"Lady Bridgerton!" Your mother suddenly exclaimed, turning around swiftly.
Relieved to hear the ‘Lady’ before the last name, you turned around to meet the loving eyes of Violet Bridgerton. Next to her stood Daphne, smiling lightly at you. Though unfortunately, on her arm was her eldest brother, a devilishly handsome viscount you knew to be Anthony.
Swallowing, you greeted them politely while evading Anthony's eyes at all costs.
The last time the two of you breathed the same air, you were completely and utterly…
Alone.
Unchaperoned.
Your mother had stars in her eyes as she took in the tall viscount, seeing him in a completely new light now that her daughter was to be married this season.
There wasn't a doubt in your mind that your father would've been pleased with the match to say the least. Especially since Edmund Bridgerton was one of his closest of friends.
"Lady Y/LN," Anthony murmured, taking a hold of your gloved hand and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.
You felt your knees weaken at the act but managed to perform a short, polite curtsy despite the symptoms. Anthony Bridgerton was always so attractive to you, ever since you've known him in all honesty.
But it felt as though it was too much even for you to want a rake like himself to settle down with you, no matter how much you thought you were perfect together.
When he stole your first kiss a year ago, he made no effort to settle, even while knowing that you might've been seen together and that your honor was tainted because of him.
Just then, your mother nudged your side, urging you to follow her line of vision with the action. You felt your face grown green at the realization that Oliver Greenwill was in fact there, eagerly looking around the ballroom for you.
"Mama…" You started slowly, looking at him from the corner of your eye. She raised her hand to stop you.
"What is the matter, Y/MN?" Asked Lady Bridgerton, glancing at your mother before casting her gaze on you. "Are you alright dear?"
"Lord Greenwill made quite the scandal today," your mother started lowly, explaining the event she was yet to tell her close friend while brushing off your paleness by saying it was simply caused by nerves. "Arriving at our mansion, saying how he needs less than a fortnight to court our daughter!"
Violet and Daphne gasped softly, making several heads turn your way. Both your mother and you plastered on wide smiles, before your mother lowered her voice again to tell the remains of the story to the Bridgertons.
You stole a glance at Anthony, looking at his dark features that had your heart skipping a beat. He looked as impeccable as he always did. What you did not know was that looking at you while he listened to what your mother spoke about had his heart tightening in chest.
It had finally occurred to him that you being courted was not something he wanted to live through. Without a second thought, his sister’s nudge of encouragement being the last straw, Anthony extended his hand toward you, looking at how Oliver trekked toward your modest huddle from the corner of his eye. "I do hope you will favor me this dance, Lady Y/LN, if you are not already engaged for the dance that is."
"O—of course, my Lord," you said shyly, not quite believing your ears. His suddenness surprising you.
"Good." Said Anthony simply, throwing a one last glance at Lord Greenwill before he dragged you onto the dance floor, leaving the two mamas and sister to plan a wedding amongst themselves.
"Pry tell," he said, his feet matching yours under the familiar rhythm of the music. "Why Lord Greenwill keeps chasing you around?"
"The same reason Lord Berbrooke is chasing your sister," you replied quite dryly, "He wishes to marry me."
His jaw clenches under severe pressure, your words hitting him in the nerve. "Will you?"
"Will I what Anthony?"
Anthony's eyes fell on your face, quite aloofly. For a moment, you thought about stepping on his foot for the mere fun of it. "Marry him."
You failed to seek words, instead dropping your gaze to your locked hands, moving along to the rhythm on instinct. "Y/N I beg of you. Answer me."
"What do you want me to say my Lord?" You asked meekly, feeling your eyes gather with unshed tears. "That I shall marry some old man despite having my heart stolen by another? Or that I shall not?"
"That night—"
"Lower your voice my Lord." You reminded him, "People are staring."
"I am not your Lord!" He barked, hands tightening around you until you were even closer to him. Scandalously closer. "That night—"
"Was never supposed to happen."
"God grant me endless patience," Anthony exhaled, "Let me finish!"
You stepped on his foot, quite hard. Watching him as his face twisted at the pain was amusing to say the least. "Do continue."
Anthony took a deep breath, deciding to just say the words in fear of being stepped on again. "I do not regret anything about that night."
Your remarks seemed to have evaporated into thin air, lips parted ever so slightly in surprise.
Oh, how he wished to kiss them.
The music seemed to come to a harmonious end at that moment, the couples that were issued on the dance floor twirling into an ending pose. Anthony was dangerously close to you, hidden from ambitious mamas by being in the middle of the ballroom floor with you. He leaned in, so close to your ear you felt his breath against your neck. The action was so sensual, and you have never experienced such pleasure before. The rake whispered, "I will be coming for you tomorrow."
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multifandomgirlll · 4 months ago
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Steter Fic Recs
This list obviously doesn't have every Steter fic, just the ones I've read and really liked.
Explicit
Ink Blossoms
Hey Lover, I Got a Sugarcane
Baby Boy
Fame is a Vapor
Alpha Peter and the Ragtags
Muscles Better and Nerves More
A Spoonful of Sugar
The Devil You Know
this is the view from the other side
Head Games
Baby Stilinski-Hale
Craigslist Valentine
Gentle Roar
no moral compass, pointing due north
Our Skin, Our Bones, Our Silent Poems
Falling in love, as the world falls down
In which Peter is a Perfect Gentleman.
adventures in babysitting
Be My Good Boy
Hot For Teacher
Stop watching me (not)
Summer Job
The Table's Italian!
That Fucking Jeep
Hidden in the Wisdom (in the back of your tooth)
Peter Hale, Sexual Educator
You and I (Coming Undone)
I swear on my life that I've been a good boy. Tonight, I don't wanna be him.
Mixed Messages
You're Welcome In My Inbox
Silver-fox Psycho
Random Texts with Mr. Sexy
Head Games
Older Love
Howl you doin
Dare
Mating
Thief
The Scent of You
Be Mine
Sixteen Candles
Different Expectations
Full Advantage
Virgin's Luck
black cherries
12 Years
Stiles is the world’s worst sex worker
D+
just like the ocean under the moon
the advantages and disadvantages of unicorns
curiosity killed the cat (but satisfaction brought it back)
Daddy's Night
Caught and Collared
Breathing You In
Little Ole Bright Eyes
Roundabout Way
Into the Dark
I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus
sugar lips
Fate, Names, and Other Things You Can Change
You Don't Even Have To Ask For It
I Just Need You Right Now
Shut Up and Suck Me
A Little Enhancement
looking for a promise or commitment
Following Orders
Moving In
I See Your Heart in the Darkness of Me
Infinite Space
I Honestly Do
A Punch to the Head, or A Kiss on the Lips
Wrong Number
Cold Weather Codicil
Daddy Reviews
How Much?
A Matter of Security
take me down
Sugarcoated
Begin Again
www.BestBoy.com
Before You Start Your Day
Warmth (of His Arms)
What is normal anyways?
Night Peril
Is That Really Necessary?
All's Fair in Love and Videogames
Baby, Satisfy Me
One More?
Uncle Peter
Strip Search
Rent Is Due
More Fun for Peter
Taste, Touch, Fuck
Back in Black (Fur)
Stud Muffin
Five Times Peter and Stiles were caught in the act
Safe in his arms
If Tomorrow Never Comes
Essence
The Sheriff's Office
My Little Princess
to be the one who keeps you safe
the horrors of being employed
All Daddy, with a Side of Sugar
Bite My Tongue
Dessert
Merry Christmas, dude!
Cinnamon and Spice
...Tease and Taste
Peter Hale's Hero
Diamonds Are Stiles's Best Friend
Scars
Risk & Reward
Everything's a Battle
Eager To Tear Apart The Stars
in these hands i'll hide
It's Not Jellylorum
Similar Opposites
We Had a Good Time Crossin' Those Lines
Willing To Comply
Just Want Your Extra Time
'Tis the Season
Babcia
Take It All, Just Stay A Week
Tit For Tat
Puppies and Programming
Gimme a Little Spirit
Heatstroke (The Strongest Thing I Ever Felt Was Feelings For You)
Mature
Who's been naughty and nice
The Tease Calendar
Less a Bite, More a Nibble
The Missing Piece.
Mama I'm in love with a criminal
Ain't Sayin' He's a Gold Digger
Spring Breakers
Alpha Buddy
(baby) maybe that matters more
11. PSYCH 101
Same Old Lang Syne
Add Sugar
When It All Falls Apart
P.S.
Crossfire (give me some sugar, I'll give you my aid)
Deserved
The Alpha And The Fox
just another drabble where Stiles proclaims his love for Peter
Yours, Mine, Ours
No More Weed For You
The Same Page
Selection Criteria
On Edge
Hypnagogia
Seriously?
Steamy
Responsible Behavior
Classic Tropes
Play
I'll Not Be A Gentleman
Ink-Stained Skin
you can exponential my potential (wait, what?)
Don't Say a Word (Just Dance With Me)
Truth and Consequences
Five Times Peter and Stiles Troll the Pack
Buy Me a New Pair
a quiet, casual thing
Take Me To Church
Failwolves Are Also Failtanks
twisted measure
Breath of Life
Coulomb's Law
A Courtin' We Will Go
What If I Want To?
Anything I want
Spooky Scary FUCKING SPIDERS
Untitled
Steal you Away
Trapped
Teen and Up Audiences
Parking Tickets and Politics
Paralyzer
Love Thy Neighbour
Stiles Stilinski - New Kid
3 AM (is where we begin)
Exemplary Behavior
Good Lock-Picking Skills Make Good Neighbors
Doctor Hale
Heads or Tails?
Terrified
(Annoyingly) Happy Valentine’s Day
A Not Very by the Book Wedding
Give me love (eventually)
Delayed
Scott McCall's I Saw It First
Not So Starry-Eyed Anymore
What's Your Name?
The Self-Inflicted Trauma of Wooing Your College Professor
The social conventions of trick or treating.
Something Borrowed
Yes
Steal my Breath
It Worries Me to Say (I've Never Felt This Way)
how are your lungs? (are they in pain?)
I deserve flowers at my funeral
bloodied court (i'll still be yours)
His Older Brother
Curses Suck (and yet not?)
Danger Attracts
Trapped Together
Poker Face
No Hurt, Just Comforter
Gimme Shelter
5 Times Peter was a Creeper +1 Time Stiles Creeped Back
If I Could Kiss You Again
5 Times Peter and Stiles Slept Together, and One Time They Didn't
Because
5 Times Stiles Argues About the Age of Consent, +1 Time He Doesn't Have To
those things on the end of mixers that do the mixing
Bake On High Till Sizzling
Admirer at the Loft
Take the World Together
Sticky Sweet
Make It Count
Sweatin'
Filter
trusting and choosing
Successfully Cheating Death (Twice)
Beefcake Mountain
those things on the end of mixers that do the mixing
Derek's Suffering
Coming Home
2 truths 1 lie
Friendship Is Shallow. Pack Runs Deep.
rub a dub dub (there's a wolf in the tub)
Always Leave Them Wanting
Big Bad's Boy
Ice Cream and Coffee
Stiles Stilinski is (unfortunately) Not a Sugar Baby
Care for Me, As I've Never Known
General Audiences
The Usual Suspects
Cause baby when I saw you for the first time I knew we were meant to be
The Unexpected Marriage of Peter Hale
Mates and Marriage Proposals
Peter the Weird Fox
Monopoly
Cuddle Therapy
A Few Times Stiles Is Kidnapped and The One Time The Pack Finds Out
I Wanna Be Yours
The Fourth Prince of the First Realm
More Than This
Accidental cuddle buddies
Rabbit
Dibs on Peter Hale!
Baby Steps
Sugar-mystery-man
First Day
Yule Tide Oops
Stanislawa
Surprise Cookies
Pack Movie Night
from half a world away
Toward
Didn't Mean to Wake you, but...
Every Book Brings a New Adventure
Of Silver Bands and True Moons
Your Instincts Are Not Fine
The Right Kind of Trouble
Strings
Defiance
Five Things Peter Does That Stiles Thinks Are Sweet, And One That Freaks Him The Hell Out
Maybe We Both Are
Please?
The Werewolf's Wife
Kindergarten Crush
Steep it in Emotions
Who let the dogs out?
If I Die Young
Happy Valentine's Day
Peter Stress Bakes
Airplanes and Family Reunions
Stiles Owns a Coffee Shop and Peter Wears a Tux
Not rated
It's not a date
Courting takes two
By Any Other Name
The honest truth
I'm not a fan
You Got Me Dancing In Broad Daylight
I can see you
To Talk or Not To Talk
It's not a secret
Wine me, dine me
Send Newts
Taking a chance
Recompense
Wrong But You're So Much Fun
Dial B for Braincell
With You
I Know How You Take Your Coffee, Peter
like we're in a movie
Moonstone And Fairy Wings
Stiles' college awakening
Series
Uncle Peter Doesn't Date
Sheriff finds Out
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randomperson-351 · 2 months ago
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Carwashing with Biker!Bucky*
Summary: A lil headcanon/drabble thing of Biker!Bucky encouraging you to maintain your car.
Warning: Mentions of smut (as indicated by the asterisk), cockwarming, Bucky being cheeky, implied oral sex (reader receiving), pet names, innuendos. 18+ please people, I don't want any minors sniffing around where they shouldn't be.
Note: Do not repost or rewrite any of my works.
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- Okay, lets be real, you hate having to wash your car. It has never been a priority of yours when it comes to your car and it probably never will be. 
- Ooh baby but when you start dating this man, good luck with that. He would be impressed and a little disgusted at how long ago it was that you washed your car. 
- His motorcycle is his baby (besides you), along with his precious automobile so he physically cannot understand how you just leave your car to get dirty. You best believe as soon as he finds out about this ghastly affair you are going to be nagged from sunup to sundown about cleaning it. 
- "Bucky, seriously, just leave it be babe," You tell him over your shoulder as you power walk through the house to avoid this conversation again.
- "C'mon hon, I'll do all the work, you just have to sit there and look all pretty if you want to!" He begs, chasing your heels and playfully grabbing at your waist to tickle you into agreeing.
- "I said no, Bucky." 
- He goes all pouty after that, taking a secret vow of silence in protest (that in all honesty you didn't notice for the first two and a half hours because when Bucky is working on his bike he has a tendency to go quiet, but he doesn't need to know that) that only lasted three hours when you gave him a piece of your homemade chocolate cake with warm cream to try and he was groaning and praising your baking abilities, silent protest forgotten. 
- His second attempt was also a fail since he'd just started another silent protest that evening after dinner when you began trailing your soft, warm lips up over his neck and cheek, purposefully missing his lips as a tease. Lets just say, your teasing doesn't last long with James Buchanan Barnes. 
- It nears the end of the week and Bucky's finally starting to give up when you turn to him, warm bodies pressed close together in the fading light of the day when you whisper delicately in his ear, "You up for a car wash tomorrow Sarge?"
- And Bucky was suddenly wide awake from his dozing state, a lazy hand scratching up and down your back.
- "Really doll?" His eyes so wide in excitement you couldn't help but weave your fingers through his hair softly and bite your lip to stifle a smile as you nod in agreement. 
- His childlike glee suddenly changes into something much more lust filled as he rolls your body over and nuzzles his nose against yours. "I think we've still got time for a few more rounds before we get started, doll. Yeah?"
- "A few?" 
- Needless to say, the weekend comes (like you the night before) and along with it, car washing day. Buck is so eager he's got the bucket of water, sponges, hose and vacuum out and ready by the time you've eventually made it out of bed and dressed.
- "Where do you want to start hot stuff?" 
- "You're the professional Buck, you tell me." 
- So you begin with vacuuming out the inside of your car, shaking off the footwell mats and cleaning out the boot. Once that's done, Bucky gives you the hose and instructs you to just cover the whole car in water, and then you take one side each and give it a wash (not without a little soap fight just to break things up a bit when he sees you getting bored) and finally you rinse it off ready to do the tyres.
- When you're bent over or squatting down to scrub the dirt from your tyre, you know damn well that Bucky's gonna walk past you and slap your ass just so he can see you jump up to full height and squeal in indignation. 
- "James Buchanan Barnes!" 
- "I didn't do anything mama." 
- The warning look you give him is enough to scare the feathers off a peacock. But does that discourage Mr Barnes from doing the exact same thing when you're trying to rinse the tyres off? Nope!
- "Bucky, stop!" 
- "What you expect me to be able to keep my hands off of that ass when it's presented so nicely in front of me? Fuck off, no chance baby." 
- As a small punishment you make him clean the other tyres and dry off the car while you sit on the seat of his bike and admire him from a distance. 
- "You know, I'm not a museum. Touching is allowed as much as looking," Bucky says slyly over his shoulder towards you while he's checking something under the bonnet. 
- "Nah I'm good thanks." You tease him, looking away and holding in a laugh at his squawk of disbelief. 
- A few minutes later you hear the bonnet close so you hop down and walk over to stand next to Bucky.
- "All good?" 
- "All good baby cakes. Shockingly, everything seems to be in quite good condition," he turned to you and smiled boyishly. 
- "Thanks Barnes," you tell him gratefully, linking both of your arms around his metal one and leaning against him. 
- "You're welcome bunny, anytime." He kisses the crown of your head softly and looks back at your car to admire the handywork of you both. 
- "Well, she looks good-" Bucky sighed, lifting his metal arm out of your clutch to wrap snugly around you- "good enough to have sex on?" He propositioned, head tilted down towards you in a question. 
- "No way." You shook your head, beginning to head inside, purposely ignoring Bucky's whine. "That's what we have a bed for James."
- By the time you actually make it to the bedroom, Bucky's already ripped both of your clothes off and is actively trying to open your legs whilst you're still running to get through the bedroom door. 
- Barely made it to the bed in time before he was spreading your legs wide for him and leading straight in with his face. 
- A lot of orgasms later and after a soothing shower (in which Buck had to kindly hold you up because your legs were still shaking so badly he didn't trust you to stand on your own) you were both led back in bed, about to have a nap before dinner. 
- Buck's arms kept you welded together, one wrapped around your middle so his hand could drift up and down your back and keep your chests meshed together at the same time whilst the other one was holding one of your legs over his hip; fingertips drifting down and along your foot, ankle, calf and eventually back up to your thigh and bottom which he would give a playful squeeze to so he could keep his cock buried in your warmth. Now that he was sated from all the vigorous rounds, he just wanted you both as close as possible without the underlying sexual need. 
- But with your soft skin pressed to his, Bucky couldn't help himself. Your eyelids were getting heavier and heavier when you felt his stubbled cheek press to yours gently, just rubbing back and forth as soft as anything. He waited until you rested a hand just barely on the back of his neck before ghosting his lips along the corner of your mouth, not properly kissing you but trailing them along your skin.
- "Buck, what are you doing?" You mumble softly in a half-sleeping state. 
- "Gimme a kiss, pretty girl. Please?" He replied in the same soft tone, not wanting to disrupt the moment. 
- Your lips quirked at the edges before you lazily moulded your lips to his, feeling him slump back into the pillows in content at having your lips on his again. Bucky keeps the kisses going, turning it into a sleepy, lazy makeout session; every now and again he would just gently suck on your bottom lip or coax your tongue into his mouth so he could keep tasting you. 
-Unintentionally you might clench down on him, you could always tell when it happened because he'd hold you that fraction closer and subconsciously nudge his hips further into your own and detach your lips just for a second to say, "Careful my love, we've just finished. Unless you want me to start again?" 
- After a few more small thrusts, you both manage to calm yourselves enough to sleep for a little while. 
- Your head is level with Bucky's as he secures his arms around his girl, left staying around your middle and his right supporting your bottom so that your hips are snug and stay joined for however long you sleep.
- "Goodnight my love," you whisper lightly to him as you begin to drift. 
- "Goodnight darlin'." He gives you one final kiss on your forehead.
- Before you fully drift off you think you hear him whisper something else, but you'll have to wait until later to ask if he did. 
- "Wanna help wash my car next weekend?"
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izariichi · 6 months ago
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flowers wither too (tartaglia)
relationship: tartaglia x reader
genre: angst with a happy ending (hanahaki disease)
warnings: vomiting, blood and mentions of death; usage of childe's real name; very slight childe story quest spoilers
author's note: finally finished this! (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧ i hope it ended up being nice. reblogs are appreciated and requests are also open! i'll get to the current requests soon~
a trail of blood dribbled down the corner of your lips as you panted, trying to take in as much air as you can after you spent nearly half an hour coughing out flower petals. you leaned against the wall of your bathroom, eyes clouded with pain as you think about your decisions.
'was this really worth it?' you close your eyes. 'is he really worth it?'
it's been months since you first coughed up flower petals. it's been months since you realized you were suffering from hanahaki — from unrequited love — yet you made no move to either confess or get them removed.
how foolish, some might say. why keep it in when it's clearly killing you?
simple. you didn't to lose more things than you already had.
ever since ajax — your best friend, your childhood friend, your pillar, and your beloved — returned from wherever he disappeared to when you guys were fourteen, he was never the same. gone were the days of happiness and love. he was no longer around you as much as he used to, and when he was, he was colder than before. his eyes lost the light in them as his hidden lust for battles bloomed into fruition.
your ajax was gone. in his place was the tsaritsa's tartaglia.
you know that confessing to him is practically begging for your death to be swift yet despite it, you didn't want to get the petals removed either. because should you get them removed, you'll also lose your memories about ajax and the ability to feel love like every other human.
your memories is all you have left of your ajax.
so here you are, suffering alone in your cold bathroom, waiting for death to come knocking on your door.
shaking your head, you force yourself to stand back up on your feet. you flushed down the bloodied petals and brushed your teeth to get rid of any remaining blood in your mouth. as you changed into a fresher set of clothes, you heard someone knocking.
"big sis?" it was teucer. "i have something to give to you!"
forcing a smile on your lips, you open the door to your house and usher the young boy in. seeing him, a carbon copy of ajax, made your lungs constrict.
"hello, teucer," you greet, patting him on the head. "what is it? you seem awfully excited about it."
"here!" teucer passes you a small keychain. upon inspection, you realize that it's a starconch that you only used to see in books. "big brother sent us a letter with some keychains, mama said we should give you one."
hearing this, you force your smile to grow in order to hide the longing you were feeling.
"thank you," you say. "tell your mom that too. i should visit again sometime."
teucer nods, excited to have you around again in their home. "when big brother comes home with his new friend, you should totally visit! he told sister tonia how nice, strong, and pretty she is — you would totally get along with her!"
at his words, you freeze up.
you know it was totally possible for him to befriend someone of the opposite gender other than you but the way he described her made you feel uneasy. all this time, he cared nothing but to serve the tsaritsa. yet here he was, talking fondly about a woman he met in his travels — someone he wants to introduce to his family.
unknown to you, teucer noticed the way you froze up and started calling out your name. but you were too deep in your thoughts that it was only when you felt your chest tighten did you move.
"big sister, what's wrong?!" teucer shouts, panicking. he was at loss on what to do that the moment he saw you collapse, he could only run and cry for help.
a month later, in liyue harbor...
dull ocean eyes glanced up at the starry sky as childe falls into a deep state of thoughts. the last words lumine said before leaving the bank kept ringing in his mind.
"your brother wanted me to persuade you to come home," she told him, a frown on her lips. "he says that since you make a lot of money, you should also try getting medicine for (y/n). i assume she's either your sister or a friend."
"a medicine for (y/n)?" childe echoed, eyes wide with surprise and confusion. "did he say why?"
"he told me that she was sick and that she passed out when he visited her last month. it seemed like whatever she's experiencing is serious since teucer almost cried while telling me. he also said that she insisted that she was fine and that it was just because of a cold but teucer thinks otherwise."
lumine then looks into his eyes. "i don't know who she is but, childe, if she's important to you, you need to see her before it's too late."
memories of his childhood days soon flooded in his mind, feeling him with regret. it's been a long time since he last saw and talked to you. he can't believe he set you aside and forgot about you while he was too focused on conquering the world.
he feel ashamed to even say that he loves you.
wanting to make it up to you, he quickly arranges for a trip back to snezhnaya. in two days time, he found himself standing in front of your door.
back then, every time he returns to snezhnaya, he always runs straight back to his house after reporting to the tsaritsa about his mission. however, this time, he went the opposite way and went straight to your house. he wastes no time and uses the spare key you gave him before and flings the door open.
he runs inside, calling out to you with urgency and fear. as soon as he enters the bedroom, the stench of blood greets his nose, making his heart drop down to his gut. he enters the room carefully and grimaces at the sight of the bloodied flower petals on the floor.
with much hesitation, he raises his gaze to look at your form, wishing nothing but to see you smiling at him and that these were nothing but fragments of a nightmare. unfortunately, the moment he landed on your form, you were deathly pale and unconscious. and as much as he would like to deny it, you were lifeless.
or so he thought.
"i don't know if... if the gods are pitying me... or if they want to make me suffer more by making you appear in my dream..."
his glassy eyes immediately turned to you and he could only sigh in relief upon seeing you still alive. he quickly rushes to your side and puts your cold hand against his cheek.
"(y/n), it's me. it's me, ajax. i'm here—" he gives your hand a squeeze as he uses his other hand to caress your cheek. "you're not dreaming. i'm here, i'm home."
"ajax..." oh archons, he misses hearing his name from your lips.
"teucer told me what happened. i'm taking you to the doctor, you need to get treated."
he tries to scoop you up in his arms but you started hitting his chest, signaling him to stop.
"no," you croak out. "i don't want to get treated. i don't want to lose the most precious thing to me..."
"what— what do you mean?" what could be more precious to you than your own life? "(y/n), you're going to die at this rate if you don't get treated. you... you can't die yet."
at this point, childe was about to cry.
"i'm suffering from hanahaki disease, ajax. i'm suffering from unrequited love," you confess. "if i get treatment, i'll lose my memories and my feelings. i'd rather die than forget about you."
"...what?"
"i'm in love with you, but i know you don't feel the same way—" you started coughing, prompting childe to help you sit up so you can cough easier. "—and as much as it hurts me, i know that even when i leave, you'll be taken care of. after all, it sounded like you found someone who can be on par with you."
he looked at you, confused, until it hit him. you must've been talking about lumine. realizing this, he curses himself and tries to collect himself so he can clear things up to you.
"take care of her, aja—" "no. you got it wrong."
surprised, you look up at him. it was only then he realized how frail you've gotten — and it's all because of him.
"i don't like her that way. i don't like anyone else that way. the only person i love and want to be with is you, (y/n)," he confesses, hoping that you would believe his words. he knows that even if his words were from the bottom of his heart, it wouldn't help you if you didn't believe him. "i love you. so please, hold on. you can't die just yet."
to your and his surprise, he started crying. tears started cascading down his cheeks like a river as his grip on you became desperate.
"please, (y/n). let me show you that i really do love you. let me make it up to you for all the years you suffered alone. you can do anything to me, just don't die just yet," he whimpers. "please. please stay with me."
as you wrap your arms around his shaking form, you could feel the knot in your chest disappearing. for the first time in months, you could breathe freely.
"i promise—" he pulls away slightly, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. "—i'll take care of you. i'll help you recover, i'll show you how much i love you."
he presses a kiss against your forehead, relaxing when he felt you grow warm.
"i'll make sure that you'll never be alone again. i love you, (y/n). i really do."
"i love you too, ajax," you say softly, basking in his warmth. "thank you... thank you for loving me."
and for saving me — you add in your mind.
"i should be the one thanking you," he chuckles weakly, smiling at you. "you should sleep, i'll clean your room and make you dinner."
"can you stay with me for the night?" you ask, scared that this might actually just be a dream and that he will be gone once you wake up.
"of course," he reassures you. "tomorrow, i'll bring you to my house."
you nod and let him push you back down against your mattress. he tucks you in and presses a kiss against your forehead again.
"good night, darling. i love you so much."
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oh-for-fic-sake · 8 months ago
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Tik Tok Leggings
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Summary: Time to test these Tik tok leggings.
Warnings: swearing, Fluff, Cheeky Henry, Suggestive Themes, Plus sized reader
A/N: Just wanted to do something different thinking of maybe having a mini TikTok onshot series but unsure yet. Either way I hope you enjoy and happy Easter to those who celebrate  and those who don't? Have a brilliant Sunday xx
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You eyed the package wearily... just how the fuck were you meant to pull this off? Slowly but surely the confidence  and 'fuck it' attitude was waning. They looked small.... very small.
You huffed a sigh looking at yourself in the mirror eyeing your form. You swear you'd gained some more weight, just a few pounds maybe? But you felt huge. Slowly you unravelled the leggings, it had been a good idea at the time but now you wasn't so sure. They were expensive and even thought you bought them as a little prank you did hope they would boost you confidence or at least be comfy enough to wear around the house.
Being a larger girl it was hard finding comfy clothes and you had to be comfy now that your boys were running around the house like headless chickens. You thought the terrible twos with trainers were bad? Your four year olds had scooters!
You grit your teeth and decided to try the leggings on gearing up for an all put war with the waist band but was pleasantly surprized. The fabric was firm and tummy controlling without feeling you feeling caught by a bloody boa constrictor! A comfy tight not spandex tight. You casually wondered about seeing if the company did bras, this shit would stop the girls from trying to knock you out on the stairs!
You pulled the material setting the... elasticated seam in your ass crack and winced... Okay that's a little strange... but not unpleasant and almost thong. You spun around eyeing yourself in to mirror. You didn't look to bad, if you said so yourself. Sure you wasn't magically strim and fit, you were blessed with a nice thick ass... but unfortunately had the thick hips and large thighs to go with it. You'd never be petite or dainty, but then again henry was huge behemoth of a man so you didn't need to be. As he said on many occasions he wanted a woman as thick as him... and you definitely fit that bill. His thighs were only slightly bigger then yours.
You turned around a few more times. Fuck okay hello there~ you grinned. You may not be the perfect sized woman but fuck if your ass wasn't glorious in these leggings~ this just might work.
You grinned and pulled on one of Henry's tshirts, the grey marines one it was snug and would ride up a little over your tummy showing off your bubble but that you felt was your best feature. And then padded downstairs, henry. Was in the large garden trying to teach the boys how to play rugby... Wanting to start them young.
You pottered about the kitchen chopping up the salad for tonight. Contrary to what people thought you were not large because you ate to much or did little exercise, you had always been bigger and admittedly since having the boys you had gained a little more weight but not ridiculously, you wasn't dangerously over weight.
You hummed looking out the patio door seeing henry jumping for joy as his boys and Kal played 'rugby' darting across the garden to the tiny rugby post at the end. Moving to Jersey to raise the kids was a brilliant idea, you had a huge country house with the land to go with it. Flat and immaculate that spread around the house in nearly four acres the lawn was mostly to the back and side and cornered off with tall hedge rows then beyond it a cornered off veggie plot and greenhouse and a work in progress chicken coop. Soon there will be a decent sized pond and some ducks... Henry didn't know yet, but if he was allowed to have a stables built four god knows how many horses you were allowed your ducks god dammit.
You grinned watching as henry ran around both the boys with his phone out cheering them on as they tor across the garden wrestling each other for the ball. You had panicked when you were told twin boys but you should have known henry would be able to handle it. It was perfect, days like this when he was home and strived to make his sons lives as magical and fun as he could, everyday was a holiday when dad was home.
You shook your head seeing the boys both lay on the floor in the shade completely tuckered out from the mornings fun. Henry can into the kitchen and you held your breath quickly bending over the counter a tad more then normal hoping to get a favourable reaction from your husband. But you couldn't help the tinge of doubt  what if he didn't like them? Or thought you looked bigger then you were?
"Hey sweetheart are the boys fruit shoots in the fri-oh sweet baby Jesus" he coughed cutting himself off  and took a half step back as he came in the kitchen. You giggled and turned to him then nodded your head to the fridge.
"Yeah their in there love" you said smirking and blushing as you saw him eyeing your ass tilting his head slowly down trying to get a better look at your ass making you bite your lip.
"Err yeah yeah... I... hold that thought" he said snapping out of it holding a finger up at you and looked to his phone.
"You just stay right were you are- no nope over bend over again babe... fuck me how did I get such a sexy little mama~" he growled one hand swiping over his screen. You flushed and wriggled our hips a little as you leant forward feeling on top of the world as he openly gawked at your ass. For a second you thought he was taking a photo and made to move wanting to snap up right but he napped his fingers to you pointing for you to get back down and brought the phone to his ear.
"Henry what are you?-" you tried standing once more but he crossed the kitchen pressing himself up against your ass and rocked slowly making you mewl as his bulge pressed against your ass half hard already. Henry huge hand pressed you down on the counter before him and winked then he spoke as who ever was on the phone answered.
"Hey mum, hi can you come get the boys?" He asked and you gasped at him shaking your head at him laughing. He wasn't palming the kids off to their grandparents because he wanted a midday fuck! Not that Marie-Ann would mind, she loved hosting the kids and frequently showed up out of the blue and took them out for the day. She was adamant that both you and henry still had alone time.
"No, no everything's all right I just- somethings come up~" he smirked and you laughed loud shaking your head at him, he was a little bugger! He wriggled his brows at you and nodded then flushed stuttering for a few comments.
"I.. No no of course not mum... muuuum stop- well yeah... yes I know you were young once-oh shit no I didn't mean of course your still young! Your in your prime! Okay yes, yes I promise to try my hardest... yes okay, see you in ten okay love you bye... bye mum I will. Yes I will mum bye" he muttered slowly moving through being embarrassed, shy and strangely confident before hanging up.
"Soo the boys are going out?" You giggled finding the way he reacted ridiculously cute. It wasn't what you expected, maybe a kiss on the cheek and a slap on the ass. But not him shipping the kids off for the day.
"And staying over night" Henry muttered moving both hands to your ass and squeezed and rolled the cheeks about making you squeak and try rising on your tip toes but he just growled following pressing a kiss to your neck.
"And what have we agreed to for this mighty generous gift? What have you promised?" You said arching back into him with a teasing tone knowing Marie would make henry pay for the 'young once' comment.
"Oh you know nothing too big just another grandchild, which wont be hard with these in your closet" he chuckled pinging the fabric that clung to your ass like a second skin. You flushed gasping out at him batting him away slowly. But it was a hard fought battle, Henry won easily sliding the cutting board back then let you spin to face him. He quickly hoisted you up onto the counter top behind you and kissed your lips moaning into you before pulling back and pointed at you.
"Right you stay- right here. Don't you move a muscle Mrs Cavill" he said seriously and backed away from you still pointing making you laugh and kick your feet biting your lip before nodding. Henry backed up to the back door and called out to the boys.
"Boys come on! Your going to grandmas for a sleep over! Go pack a bag, jammies, tooth brush and clothes for tomorrow! Come on mush hop it or cop it!" he called you smiled hearing two high pitch excited voices squealing at the thought of grandma. She spoilt them rotten. They dashed into the house quickly running past the both of you giggle as henry tried playfully nudging them on the bottoms with his foot when they ran through the kitchen to dart up the stairs and pack an overnight bag. Henry slunk out of the kitchen following the boys but kept glancing back at you.
"Remember right there babe, been too long since we fucked in here~" he growled making you flush remembering the last time you'd made love in here. It'd been when you were pregnant, the day you moved in before you redecorated you'd had Chinese take out and then made love in every room in the house.
"I'll be right here love I promise, now... You might want to sort yourself out before answering the door to your mother~" you teased pointing to the large lump in the front of his shorts making him grunt and cup himself trying to reposition himself and left the kitchen to help the boys pack.
You can safely say, these leggings were a success. You were definitely leaving a five star review... You did however regret not filming his reaction for tiktok. Honestly you didn't even have the app your sister in law had shown you and you thought it'd be something fun to try with Henry. You may just get more than you bargained for though, not that you minded... You just hoped you had a girl this time, it was about time to try and even things out a bit.
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retromafia · 7 months ago
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“Family Day” – Tommy Shelby x Reader
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[ MASTERLIST ] [ HUBBY!TOMMY MASTERLIST ]
SUMMARY: John and Esme’s wedding brings back the memories from the past and forces the Shelby family to face their unspoken sorrows.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: It’s long af, I know. I got carried away... 😩
It’s basically inspired by one sentence from my “Being Tommy Shelby’s wife already in Season One would include…“ headcanons – “You were at John’s wedding and it was the first time in a long time when you and Tommy had been dancing together”.
It’s super long because it contains like everything: Reader’s marriage with Tommy, flashbacks to their own wedding day, the way he’s changed in France, Reader’s relationship with other family members and even a little bit of Grace.
WARNING: English is my second language.
WORD COUNT: 5,920 (😬)
FAMILY DAY
“It’s not okay, Thomas”, you rolled your eyes, “That’s not how it should be”
“Would you rather have Lizzie as your new sister-in-law?”, he asked and gave you a scolding look.
“I’m only saying that John is your brother. You can’t force him to marry someone”, you tried to explain.
“It’s to prevent a bloodshed and Arthur is too old for her. He’s also too violent, not a perfect husband material. And John’s kids need a mother”
“They have me”
“I don’t expect you to understand”, Tommy sighed and stood up from the couch where you two had been sitting, “Listen, go to bed now, because we have to wake up early tomorrow”
You sighed. These days, your husband loved to give you orders like you were a child – “go to bed now”, “you’ve had enough glasses of wine, love”, “put this dress on”, “turn the radio off”, “starch my shirt for tomorrow”. He was like that towards everyone.
“It’s your brother, Tommy...”
“For God’s sake, it’s only a marriage! Not a big deal!”, Tommy exclaimed dramatically and clenched his jaw.
Short silence occurred. He realized what he had just said and took a deep breath to calm himself down before opening his mouth once again.
“You’re right, I should go to sleep”, you didn’t let him say anything and just went upstairs.
Your husband decided to leave you alone with your thoughts. He couldn’t find the right words to make it better anyway. He hated such confrontations, he hated apologizing and he hated to see you being hurt because of him.
You went upstairs and changed into your nightgown before sitting by the dressing table and brushing your hair. Tears filled your eyes as you remembered the night before your own wedding.
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“Don’t get too drunk, love”, you giggled and fixed Tommy’s peaky cap, “Please, please, I don’t want you to be late tomorrow and you know what me family will say if you show up drunk”
“Oi, come on, I don’t want to show up totally wasted. I want to remember something”, he pecked your lips as his hands landed on the bottom of your back.
“Hey, gentleman, you can wait one more night!”, you chuckled.
“Believe me, I can hardly wait”
“Hardly for sure”, you laughed and he blushed a little.
“Let me see your wedding dress, please...”
“No”, you started pecking his cheeks, lips and nose, “Go already, go. It’s your last night as a free man. I’ll make your life a torture, Tommy”, you teased.
“Yes, please”, he moaned into your lips as one of your innocent pecks had turned into a heated kiss, “Torture me every day of me life. I can’t wait, I don’t want to be free”
“I can’t believe someone loves me this much”, you chuckled and took a step back as you heard your mother approaching the front door.
“Forever and always… Oh, good evening, Mrs. (Y/L/N)”, he gave your mum a dashing smile and took his peaky cap off.
She sighed at the sight of his ruffled hair and boyish grin.
“Thomas, shouldn’t you be out with your brothers? You have a whole lifetime to kiss me daughter”
“Can’t wait, ma’am”, he chuckled.
“Look what a nice boy I got, mama! He’d rather spend his stag night with me than his brothers”, you exclaimed proudly.
“Yeah, he’d rather spend it in your bedroom, eh?”, she rolled her eyes with crossed arms and you abashed.
“Mama!”
“See you tomorrow, ma’am, (Y/N)”, Tommy finally pecked your lips for the last time and left your house.
When your mother closed the door, you could feel her burning gaze on you.
“I’m sorry, I told him not to come here today...”
“You know that we’re not happy about the fact you’re marrying him. There are plenty of better boys around”
“I know there are. But I want Tommy!”, you whined.
“The only reason why we agreed to this marriage is because all your friends are married already and we don’t want you to lose the opportunity. Perhaps you won’t have another”, your mother pointed out and you looked down again, “Oh come on, I can see that he loves you! It’s just… Love’s not enough. Love will burn out in few months. And what will he give you then? He hasn’t got a proper job and he’s from a family with bad reputation”
“Me love will not burn out in few months”, you stated and went to your room.
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You couldn’t sleep at night and woke up before Tommy in the result. That’s why you had been already in the kitchen when he went downstairs. He seemed to sigh with relief when he saw you preparing breakfast.
“Thought you left”, he admitted.
“Where?”, you asked ironically, avoiding looking at him as he sat by the kitchen table.
“I don’t know, your mother”, he shrugged his arms.
“So she would be like Told you so!? No, thanks”, you put a plate with food in front of him and gave him a scolding look.
“Love, you know that I didn’t mean what I said last night”, he sighed and grabbed your wrists to caress them gently as you were standing above him with angry expression on your face.
“I’m not in the mood to deal with your bullshit, Thomas”, you rolled your eyes and left the kitchen to get dressed.
You didn’t even know what dress to wear for such occasion – it should be nice, but perhaps not too nice. You pitied John and pitied his future wife – poor girl probably had no idea that she would become a step-mother of four children in few hours. You loved John and loved his kids, but decision to marry him should be something made by a bride – not her family and your husband.
Thomas has changed. He wasn’t the only one. You were friends with many women from Small Heath – during the war you were keeping each other sane. Now you were helping the widows and quietly gossiping about your “new” husbands. Quietly, because you felt ungrateful while doing so. But there were lots of things that needed to be discussed – the way they’ve all changed.
Some were absent with their heads in the clouds. Some were violent and impulsive. Some were quiet. Some were trembling all the time and their lives were a constant battle with their anxiety attacks. Few of them pretended that everything was fine, but their nightmares couldn’t lie. All of them had them – that was one thing they’ve all had in common. Nightmares.
Tommy’s changed in a different way than them. You noticed it after few meetings with your friends – the way they were discussing their husbands was unfamiliar to you. Tommy became ruthless.
If it was so easy for him to sell John away just like that – what would he do to you?
“Pretty”, he leaned on the wall and watched you put your dress on.
“Thank you”, you answered harshly.
“Let’s go now”, he extended his hand but you walked past him and he sighed.
Some of your friends admitted quite openly that they stopped loving their husbands. They weren’t their husbands anymore after all – they were strangers in their “old” husbands’ bodies.
You weren’t one of them.
That’s why you couldn’t take his hand and pretend that you were fine – you loved him and his behaviour was hurting you.
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You walked in silence to the Lees camp. A beautiful middle-aged woman wearing lots of jewellery looked at you suspiciously.
“Me wife”, Tommy introduced you to her, “(Y/N), that’s Zilpha Lee. It’s her daughter’s wedding today”
“Nice to meet you”, you extended your hand, but she didn’t shake it.
“I’ll be back with me brother and me boys around afternoon”, Tommy cleared his throat and Zilpha nodded her head.
Your husband pressed a short, but surprisingly sweet kiss on your temple before leaving you alone with her and walking away. You felt a bit scared, but she finally sighed and extended her hands towards you.
“Come, love, come...”, she cooed and led you to a big, beautiful vardo where her daughter and other women were, “That’s (Y/N) Shelby”, Zilpha introduced you to them, “Wife of Thomas”
Some ladies looked at you with fear in their eyes, some gave you a hateful look. They didn’t even know you – that was your husband’s influence.
“Hello”, you greeted them shyly.
“We don’t need a bloody Shelby to help us”, one of the women drawled out, “Them Shelbys are bad luck”
You felt a shiver going down your spine.
“Let her stay!”, the one standing in front of the mirror turned around with a big smile.
Oh, she was beautiful. You smiled back at her.
“I’ll be a bloody Shelby too, in few hours”, she sighed, “Let her stay. I’m Esme, by the way”
“(Y/N)”, you nodded your head.
Other women rolled their eyes and mumbled something, but stopped staring at you.
“How is he like?”, she asked you immediately as you were trying to find a place to sit.
“Um, what?”, you asked her and spotted a wooden stool.
“Me husband-to-be!”
“Oh, John? He’s… He’s very handsome”, you assured her and sat down carefully.
“Look at her!”, one of the ladies snorted, “Handsome is not everything, sweetheart”, she scolded you, “You should know something about it”
“Excuse me?”, you raised an eyebrow at her.
“Your husband is the Devil, isn’t he? They’re not known for being handsome”
You didn’t know what to say – you didn’t feel the need to explain yourself in front of her. You didn’t feel the need to tell her that you loved Thomas for more than his looks and that – in fact – you actually considered him to be handsome.
“Well, I’m glad he’s not ugly”, Esme shrugged her arms, “And what is he like…? Is he old?”
“No, no, he’s younger than me husband and me”, you explained quickly.
“Thank God! But what is he like?”, she asked once again as her cousins, sisters and aunts helped her to get in her dress.
“He’s… He’s cocky and funny. Always the first one to fight, but he can be really sweet”, you told her with a smile.
“I feel like you’re hiding something from me, Mrs. Shelby”, she chuckled.
“Just call me (Y/N). And yeah, I’m hiding four things from you”
“Four?”, Esme furrowed her brows.
You sighed and stood up to approach her. You didn’t know if you should tell her or not, but it was too late already anyway.
“His children”, you caressed her arms gently and fixed few wrinkles of her dress.
“Oi, I don’t mind that!”, she laughed which surprised you, “I love children!”
“Oh”
“Yeah! Do you have any?”, she smiled sweetly as you started to brush her hair.
“No”
“Why not?”
“Haven’t been blessed with them yet”, you shrugged your arms and your face frowned a little.
“I’m sorry, love”, Esme saddened, “Do you think he’ll like me?”, she changed the subject quickly.
“He’ll fall in love straight away”, you assured her and kissed the top of her head, “You’re stunning”
“Awh, mama, look! Those Shelbys are not that bad!”, she giggled and turned around to look at Zilpha.
Her mother smiled faintly and nodded her head.
“I can help you”, she looked at you suddenly and your heart stopped in your chest.
“H-help me?”, you raised an eyebrow as you continued brushing her daughter’s thick dark hair.
“With that blessing. There are spells I know that might help”
“Oh”, you abashed a bit, “No, no, I’ll be fine”
One of the ladies approached you from the back and grabbed your breast suddenly.
“Hey!”, you flinched and everyone laughed.
“She doesn’t need your spells, Zilpha”, the woman snorted, “She just needs her husband to pay more attention to her”
You bit your lip out of embarrassment when other women kept laughing at you.
“Don’t mind them”, Esme whispered, “They’re so annoying sometimes”, she rolled her eyes.
“Perhaps her husband is the problem”, another lady added.
“I’m sure he’s fine”, you snapped at her.
“Leave her alone!”, Esme scolded the ladies, “She’s me sister-in-law”
You smiled to yourself. You already liked her and you were sure you two would become best friends soon.
“I’ve heard he was in France, that John Shelby of mine”, she looked at you again, “Was he brave there?”
“Every man there was brave”, you told her, “And every one of them was a cowardly butcher, too. Don’t let that myth of a brave soldier fool you, sweetheart. Don’t mention it to him, alright?”, you warned her and she nodded her head silently as her smile disappeared.
“They’re coming”, one of the ladies looked out of the window, “Hell, he’s a handsome bastard indeed!”
“Esme!”, you stopped her from approaching the window as well, “Wait few more minutes, will you? He’s worth it”, you winked and she blushed as you helped her to put the white veil on her face.
Zilpha left the vardo to see John with her own eyes and your mind wandered somewhere else once again.
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“And... they’re late”, your mother sighed and fixed your veil for the last time.
“I’m sure it’s one of his brothers’ fault, not Tommy’s!”, you tried to convince her.
“The priest is quite pissed”, one of your uncles informed you, “And so am I. Where’s that son of a bitch?”
“Uncle, please!”, you pleaded.
“There they are!”, his wife pointed her finger at the group of people rushing towards the church.
“I’m sorry, love, I’m so sorry!”, Tommy started running towards you and you giggled.
You couldn’t see him properly through your veil but his voice sounded so adorable that you couldn’t be angry at him.
“It was John, he…”, Tommy ran up to you and stopped all of sudden, “You look so beautiful”, he gasped.
That was not true – your dress was old and ugly. It originally belonged to some rich lady one of your aunts had been working for. Then your cousin wore it for her wedding. And now it was yours. You spent so many hours crying over the fact that you couldn’t afford a new one.
But it didn’t matter – Tommy mattered. He mattered the most.
“Can we start?”, the priest interrupted you as he walked outside and gave you all a scolding look, “I really don’t have a whole day”
“We’re very sorry”, your mother tried to calm him down, “We’re ready, yes”, she nodded her head.
“Are you really?”, Tommy squeezed your hand and whispered, “You’re going to leave this church as Mrs. Shelby and there will be no going back”
“I hope there won’t”
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You took Esme by her right arm and Zilpha took her by the left as you carefully walked her through the mud to a small altar decorated with flowers, where Johnny Dogs had been already waiting.
You were slightly jealous of Esme – of her dress, of the fact that this adventure has been at the beginning for her and of the fact that it was her day. But it wasn’t unhealthy amount of jealousy – just the proper one, because, after all, every woman was always jealous of the bride a little. That was the whole point.
When Esme was already standing by the altar, you turned around and saw John walking nervously in your direction.
“Worry not, dear brother”, you patted his shoulder and gave him a cocky smile, “Your bride is beautiful”, you assured him and he smiled faintly.
You squeezed his hand in encouragement and then stood next to your husband. Tommy’s eyes were on you from the moment you had showed up with Esme on your arm – you felt his gaze, but couldn’t figure it out.
And now he put his arm around you to keep you close which was surprising, but felt very nice.
You used to hug each other all the time before the war. But these days it was rare for him to show any affection in public.
“She’s really pretty, our Johnny’s a lucky lad”, you whispered to Tommy’s ear and he grinned before lying his eyes on you.
“Not as pretty as you”, he said very quietly, only for you to hear.
You widened your eyes a bit as your cheeks started to burn and heart started to race in your chest.
“T-Tommy...”, you stuttered and smiled shyly.
“Shh”, Arthur scolded you both and you giggled like a schoolgirl.
Then you saw Polly and Ada walking towards you. It was Ada’s brother’s wedding day after all, so she decided to show up. You pulled Tommy’s sleeve a bit to draw his attention to her.
“We’re here today to join in matrimony this man and this woman...”, Johnny Dogs started and Ada stood next to you.
She wasn’t speaking to you anymore because you were Tommy’s wife. And you were by his side in all the arguments your family had been through lately. You got used to it by now – paying for your husband’s sins every time.
“You look well”, Tommy decided to break the silence between you and nodded his head at his sister.
She didn’t answer, so you focused on John and Esme. She took her veil off gently while Johnny Dogs was preaching and John’s face was priceless. He turned around to smile cockily at his brothers and you pursed your lips to stop yourself from giggling again.
“Do you, John Michael Shelby, take Esme Martha Lee to be your beautiful wife?”, Johnny Dogs asked and you gently rested your head on your own husband’s shoulder as he squeezed you even tighter.
You haven’t felt this good and loved in a very long time.
“You got my invitation”, he looked at Ada.
“Grace said there’s a truce”, she explained and you stiffened a bit at the sound of the new barmaid’s name.
“Family day”, Tommy nodded his head, “Your husband couldn’t make it?”
“He’s not speaking to me. And when he does, he calls me a fucking Shelby”, Ada complained, “Even though I’m a Thorne now”
“Thorn in my side, that’s for sure”, Tommy chuckled and placed a kiss on your forehead.
“Once a Shelby, always a Shelby”, you murmured to Ada, “It’s like a curse. They call me a fucking Shelby, too. But I’m not a Shelby either, am I? It’s just a surname, not me blood. For you it’s blood, not a surname. But it’s always somewhere there and you can’t get rid of it”, you explained quietly and she furrowed her brows.
Ada was angry at you for many things – not only for being by Tommy’s side, but also for eventually revealing the truth about her and Freddie to him. You had been keeping their secret for a long time, but when Polly informed you about the pregnancy, you decided that your husband should know about his little sister’s affair. In your eyes Ada was still a child and that was another thing making her angry at you.
But she loved you – and you loved her. You were sisters.
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All your uncles and cousins were drunk now, fist-fighting with Tommy’s side of the family while other guests were making the bets. You were sitting by a long table full of food behind uncle Charlie’s stable and watching them all having fun while the gypsy band was playing folk party songs. John’s little children were sitting on your lap and Martha was sitting next to you, caressing her swollen stomach. It was a warm June of 1914 and no one would suspect that a very specific Archduke would die tragically in Sarajevo very soon.
“(Y/N), love, come on...”, one of your uncles approached you and smiled, “Dance with us. Show them Shelbys that girls from our family know how to have fun, too!”
Your eyes wandered towards Tommy immediately – waiting for his approval and permission. Such an obedient wife already, although it wasn’t dictated by fear or tradition. It was dictated by pure love and respect. You didn’t want to upset him in any way and his happiness was your only purpose.
He felt the same way about you and he nodded his head, almost surprised that you were asking him. He would never forbid you a dance – he would never forbid you anything at all and he would never give you any order. He was like a slave, your love had him in chains.
You couldn’t know then that it wouldn’t last for long. That there would be so many days full of arguments, silent tears, crushed plates, eye-rolls and pretentious sighs.
You extended your hand and let your uncle lead you. After five minutes you were already goofing around with your cousins and Tommy’s brothers. Then you felt your husband’s hands around your waist as he pulled you closer.
“She’s me wife”, he scolded them playfully, but his words made you swoon.
“Your wife”, you turned around in his arms and crashed your lips with his as everyone around you cheered.
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You were dancing with one of Esme’s brothers – he was handsome and kept smiling at you, but he was younger and he knew perfectly well that you were married so he wasn’t trying to cross any line. It was lovely to spend time with him, but with the corner of your eye, you noticed a shy young girl looking down as she was standing alone nearby.
“Hey, who is she?”, you asked him.
“I don’t know, haven’t seen her before”, he explained.
“Go to her”, you patted his arm, “Go, come on”, you encouraged him and he winked at you before approaching the girl that would suit him much more than you.
With a smile on your lips you observed him offering her a dance and her eyes sparkled with joy. You hoped that they would get married one day and that you would be the reason of their greatest happiness.
Speaking of marriage, you turned around and noticed your own husband sitting by the table and smoking cigarettes with Zilpha. These days Tommy didn’t like to dance. But he was observing you with a loving smile that made your heart melt, just like before the war.
“Hey, kind sir, spare me a dance?”, you approached him and grinned cheerfully.
“No, no, love”, he shook his head and smirked.
“Please, please…!”, you pleaded with puppy eyes.
“Go, Thomas”, Zilpha winked at him, “Remember what I’ve told you”
You furrowed your brows at her words, but Tommy put his cigarette out and held your hand before standing up and that mattered the most at that moment.
His hands were gentle around your waist and he was smiling when he started to spin you around. His spins were slow and careful as he was bringing you closer after each one of them to peck your lips.
“What has she told you? Or has she bewitched you?”, you asked him curiously.
“She’s told me to treat you better”, he confessed, a bit abashed by his own words.
“And you needed her to tell you this?”, you snorted.
“No. But it hurt to realize that others think that, too”, he admitted and you looked away for a moment.
“I know it’s difficult for you now… Ever since you’ve come back... I love you. I’m just glad that you’re back… Safe with me”, you laid your eyes on him once again and confessed before putting your hands behind his neck and caressing the back of his head, “That’s all that matters”
“I can’t stop thinking about our own wedding day”, he confessed, “And what we were like then”
“Me too”, you told him, “But I know we won’t be like that ever again. We’re different people now and our love’s different, too. But it’s still there, is it, Thomas?”
“It is”, he whispered, very quietly, but you heard him and your heart filled with affection.
That’s when Polly interrupted your lovely dance with a drink in her hand and you noticed that you two had been just rocking in each other arms lately, instead of spinning around like the others around you.
“You should tell Ada to slow down”, Polly pointed at your sister-in-law.
She was having lots of fun indeed – especially for a woman so heavily pregnant.
“You think she’ll listen to me?”, Tommy snorted.
“I tried to stop her but she’s been drinking...”, Polly started.
“Is she insane?!”, you asked.
“Tell her to stop then!”, Polly looked at you.
“She won’t listen to me either”
“She’s been stuck in that basement for weeks. What do you expect? She’s going off like a firecracker”, Polly took a sip of her drink.
“Well, she’s fucking pregnant so it’s obvious she’s supposed to take it slow now. And I haven’t had fun since me own wedding and I’m not complaining!”, you snapped suddenly which made Polly and Tommy furrow their brows.
The truth was – you were angry at Ada, too. Or, actually, jealous. You were jealous that she was younger than you and she would have her baby already very soon. And you were jealous that she was so reckless about life and so carefree – like at this very moment. She loved to make fun of you when the boys were in France. She kept repeating that you were the least fun person she had ever known.
But she wasn’t the one with her husband in the tunnels. She wasn’t the one cooking whole day for John’s children and Finn. She wasn’t the one being constantly scolded by Polly for making some stupid maths mistakes at the betting shop. She wasn’t the one holding Martha’s hand when she was dying. She wasn’t the one promising her sister-in-law that she would make sure her kids would be fed.
She had her brothers in France and that was it. You loved her, but that’s why she was still a child in your eyes.
“Oh, Christ, Tommy, please”, Polly pushed your husband a little after hearing Ada’s squealing and laughing.
Arthur was by her side already, telling her to stop. Tommy joined him.
“Ada, come on, have a rest, sit down”, he ordered. He loved to give orders.
But Ada wasn’t you – she wouldn’t listen to him,
“Come and look, Esme!”, Ada exclaimed, “Look at the family you’ve joined!”
Esme looked at you and you shook your head softly to let her know that there was nothing to worry about. Although there was – lots of, actually.
“Come, look at the man who runs it! He chooses his brother’s wives!”, Ada started to punch Tommy angrily which made you and Polly hurry towards them, “He hunts his own sister down like a rat and tries to kill his own brother-in-law!”
“Stop making a scene, you’re embarrassing us in front of the Lees!”, you scolded her and Polly tried to hold her wrists. You stood between her and Tommy.
Ada was right about some things – but so was your husband. You didn’t even realize that you shielded him from her fists – you just did what seemed to be right.
“You’re not my mother. Stop giving me orders. That’s what you both do – you give orders!”, she gave you a deadly look.
“That’s what you get for acting like a brat!”, you shouted at her.
“Sit her down!”, John joined you, “It’s me fucking wedding!”
“They don’t even want me have a fucking dance!”, Ada kept screaming.
“That’s enough!”, Arthur kept yelling.
“This fucking family...”, you mumbled to yourself and turned around to look at Tommy’s face. He looked quite angry, “I want to go home”
He was about to nod his head but his sister’s screams changed suddenly. They weren’t full of rage anymore – they were full of pain.
She was in labour.
“Holy shit. Water!”, Polly announced.
“Fuck”, you rolled your eyes.
“Bloody hell, Ada, you do pick your times!”, Arthur scolded her.
“On me fucking wedding day?!”, John whined, but rushed to her side immediately and so did Tommy, leaving you and Esme behind.
Your new sister-in-law looked at you with wide eyes and grabbed your hand.
“What are you waiting for? Let’s go, we have to help!”, she told you.
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Ada’s groans and screams were making your head hurt and the sight of Esme running around and knowing exactly what to do was making you feel even worse. Polly kept giving you dirty looks and orders, but it seemed like you were failing all the time at everything.
“For God’s sake, (Y/N), I’ve told you that the water must be warm!”
“I-I’m sorry”, you apologized in a shaky voice and put the bowl down awkwardly.
“I think it might be the wrong way round”, Esme noticed after putting her hands on Ada’s stomach and you furrowed your brows, “I attended three sisters”
“Yeah, I think you’re right”, Polly nodded her head and Ada’s screams intensified, causing you a migraine, “We should lean her forward”
“Am I still needed?”, you dared to ask since you weren’t doing anything at all anyway.
“Yeah, sure, leave!”, Polly snapped at you suddenly, “Leave us alone, go on!”
Her anger was caused by nervousness, but it still made you feel terrible.
You clenched your jaw and left the room.
“You’re acting pathetic, (Y/N)!”, you heard Polly’s screams when you were walking down the stairs, “I know you’re just being bloody jealous!”
You shut the front door behind you as loud as possible and burst into tears.
You just kept walking without thinking much about it and eventually found yourself in front of The Garrison. You knew that Tommy, Arthur and John would be there, so you went inside and saw the door to the snug opened. You sniffed and looked inside curiously.
That new barmaid – Grace – was there, laughing with your boys. She was just standing there and laughing and they weren’t doing anything wrong or improper, but Tommy kept staring at her while smoking his cigarette and his brothers kept teasing him about something which was only causing his grin to grow wider.
You turned around and ran outside. It was too much, everything was too much – too heavy for your fragile heart to handle.
“(Y/N)!”, familiar voice called you. He had to notice you with the corner of his eye when you were at the pub.
But you didn’t stop. You kept running away without any destination.
“(Y/N)!”, Tommy chased you down the street and finally grabbed your wrist before forcing you to look at him, “What the fuck happened? Is Ada okay?”
“I don’t know, I left them...”, you sobbed, “I couldn’t be there anymore, it was so scary...”
“Hey, it’s okay...”, he leaned in to cup your face, but you flinched.
“No, it’s not fucking okay, Tommy! I should be there! I’m a woman, I should be there, helping her. I shouldn’t act like a coward… Like a man would!”
“What happened, eh?”, he sighed. Tommy was your husband – he knew that your tears were caused by something else than his sister’s labour.
“Polly snapped at me. And then I saw you with her. That barmaid”, you looked away.
“Let’s go home, eh?”, he took his jacket off and put it around your trembling shoulders.
“We should go back to Ada...”, you sniffed.
He nodded his head and you started walking back very slowly.
“Why did Polly snap at you?”, he asked finally.
You sighed. You didn’t want him to find out – the subject of children was making you feel embarrassed. It was something you had been discussing before the war but never talked about after your husband’s return.
“She thinks I’m just jealous”, you shrugged your arms.
“Are you?”
Long silence occurred as you kept walking.
“Yes”, you whispered, “But it doesn’t matter. I’d stay and help her anyway if I knew how… But I didn’t, I was useless there”
“It’s fine”, Tommy sighed and you felt his hand brushing yours gently, “There are many other things you’re good at”
“You think so?”
“Yep”
You intertwined your fingers with his and squeezed his hand.
“I didn’t know you were jealous of Grace. Should have known”, he admitted.
“So I don’t have to be?”
“Of course not”
“She’s pretty”
“Many women are. Only one I have on me mind, though”, he looked at you and you sniffed once again before smiling, “Think about Esme”, he continued, “John’s a lucky lad indeed – she’s pretty. And she had that dress and all. But you were the most beautiful woman there today. You always are. Wherever we are, I stare at you and admire you from afar. I don’t always talk to you, I don’t always hold your hand like right now, but I always think That’s me wife and I’m proud of it”, he explained.
“Are you being serious right now, Thomas?”
“You know how difficult it’s for me to confess such things, so yeah, why would I be making it up, eh?”, he chuckled nervously.
“I… I don’t know what to say now”, you confessed.
“Always such a big mouth and now can’t say anything?”, he kept laughing nervously.
“Tommy, you don’t have to be ashamed of your feelings when you’re with me”, you stopped and held both of his hands before looking deep into his eyes, “You used to be different. I mean… In general, yes, but also… You didn’t hide your feelings from me. What changed?”
“I’m a burden for you already”, he whispered seriously this time, “Every fucking day I ask meself the same question. What is she still doing here?”
“What am I doing? I’m loving me husband, taking care of me family, making sure your brother’s kids and Finn are fed and safe at home after dark. I’m lying to the coppers to save your ass. Life goes on”, you shrugged your arms, “Should I want more from it? I don’t. I just wish you loved me a little bit more”
“A little bit more?”, Tommy asked shocked, “If I loved you a little bit more, I think my heart would fucking explode”
“Oh, Tommy!”, you put your hands around his neck and put your lips on his. Yours were wet and salty from all the tears and so were his, but from the whiskey.
His hands landed on your waist as he pushed you against the wall of the house nearby. You moaned into his mouth and he smirked.
“Oi, what are you two doing?!”, you heard Esme’s voice.
“Oh, um...”, you pushed your husband away immediately, “We were… On our way back to the house. How’s Ada?”
“She’s fine. And the baby, too. It’s a boy”, she informed you, “I’m on me way to find me own husband now and take him home. It’s me fucking wedding night after all!”, she chuckled.
“Enjoy it then!”, you smiled at her.
“You too”, she chuckled and headed towards The Garrison.
“Shall we go and see Ada’s baby?”, you bit your lip.
“Freddie’s gonna be there. I don’t think he wants to see me”, Tommy sighed.
“Let’s just go home, eh? That was a bloody long day”, you proposed and extended your hand towards his.
“Bloody long day, yep”, he squeezed your hand, “And bloody important”
You started walking back towards your own house now.
“Family day”, you smirked and he smiled faintly.
The sun started to lazily raise on the horizon already as an eternal symbol of hope and healing. For the first time since the war, you had a warm – and almost weird – feeling, that everything would be alright in the end.
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singledadjack · 26 days ago
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In Heat
Warnings: Smut, swearing, unprotected sex,
I’m sorry but this has been in my drafts for a while and I haven’t been in the mood to write smut for so long so the ending is abrupt and just overall bad writing. I’m really sorry about that, I will eventually edit it though.
“You did it on purpose didn’t you? Of course you did. Dressed like a whore so daddy would fuck you?”
“Yes, just needed you so bad. God, you look so handsome today. Couldn’t help it,” she whimpered shamelessly. Tugging on his suit jacket.
“Don’t mark me I have an interview tomorrow,” Jack ordered.
She whined in frustration at his words. Biting down harshly on his neck.
“Hey! I said no marks didn’t I?” He growled. Grabbing her by the jaw. He was not fucking around tonight.
“Sorry, sorry. Need you really bad. Can we go home?” m
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“Just stick it in!” Y/n whined.
“Baby, you gotta gimme a break. I’m fucked out just, wait a bit,” Jack pleaded.
“Just one more round, then I’ll let you have a break, old man,” she teased.
“You said that last time you nymph!” Jack laughed, patting her bum softly.
“Well I was lying, but I promise you can rest after this one,” she swore, holding out her pinky finger.
Jack locked their pinkies together and pulled her off of his chest. He pulled her up to straddle his face.
“Sit,” he commanded.
“Can you eat me from behind instead?” God she was feral.
They moved so Jack was standing at the foot of the bed and he lifted her hips up to his mouth. He shook his head side to side against her flushed mound. It was swollen from being used and the arousal she felt.
“Getting close already mamas?” Jack moaned.
“Oh! Fuck Jack please it’s so good don’t stop!” She screamed.
“Mmm,” Jack pondered, pulling his mouth off of her. “I don’t believe that’s my name, is it?”
“Fuck! Sorry it’s daddy. Please daddy put
your mouth back on me! It felt so good!” Y/n begged.
“That’s better. You’re lucky I’m taking pity on you and making you cum again. So don’t fuck around with me,” he growled.
“‘m sorry. Oh fuck!” She let out one last screech of a moan and she was cumming against his tongue. He let her fall into her stomach, shaking from the orgasm.
“You hungry bae?”
“Mhm, can we postmates Mediterranean?”
“Yeah, go have a shower. I’ll order and then come join you,” he smiled.
Jack helped Y/n lift off of the bed, chuckling as she waddled towards the bathroom.
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“Go on, you asked for it so do it," Jack moaned.
When she sunk down onto his throbbing cock, she was done for.
"You're pathetic," he taunted. "Not only can you not pleasure yourself, but you can't even make me feel good," he scoffed.
"I- I can! Please! Jus- I can!" She grunted.
She shifted so her hands were on his chest for balance, lifting her hips up and slamming them back down. Jack did his best to look unbothered. Hands resting behind his head as he let out a yawn. He loved making her work for it, loved teasing her, degrading her. The main reason he loved it was because she clenched and fluttered around him at every word that left his mouth. He couldn’t hold his composure for too long though, she knew his body like the back of her hand and she was pressing all the right buttons. She gave up using her shaking thighs to carry her weight, instead grinding down onto his cock.
She kept her movements steady and strong. Eventually, neither her nor Jack could take it anymore. Jack let out rope after rope of his warm cum into her cunt, and she let her juices gush out as she felt euphoria rush through her body.
“Ok baby? Let’s go get you cleaned up.”
“No, wanna nap first,” Y/n whined.
“We’ll be so quick, then we can nap. Are you alright?”
“Yes ‘m fine, tired.”
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cloudscda · 6 months ago
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HAIKYUU BOYS INTERACT WITH YOUR SLEEPY CONVERSATIONS
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featuring — miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime, suna rintaro, bokuto koutaro ( could not think of a fifth goodbye )
warnings — mentions of food and fighting, really dumb sleep talk convos .... ahaha welcome to my life, all these sleep talk conversations are based off actual dreams i have had before so he warned, if you saw the astumu version of this, please ignore it i really thought it said atsumu
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ATSUMU ✧ the lights in your shared bedroom were gone save for the one emitting from your boyfriends phone. you had fallen asleep on his chest not too long ago, tired from the busy day you had while atsumu was still wide awake, enjoying your warmth as his hands traced shapes onto your shoulders. you shuffled a bit a few minutes later, mumbling something into then quiet atmosphere. “i don’t like cucumbers,” atsumu’s brows furrowed at that, neck craning to get a look at your face. “a know that—“ “i don’t want them.” you grumbled, clutching at his shirt in annoyance. ”well yer in luck. a don’t have—“ this time, you flopped away from his embrace. “don’t touch me with your cucumber hands.” needless to say, atsumu was very pouty when you woke up the next morning.
IWAIZUMI ✧ haji already knew about your sleep talking habits. you warned him before moving in together, even stating that they got pretty weird, but he hadn’t minded. however, he really wasn’t expecting you to wake him up for a sleep talking convo. “baby i need to milk, stat.” you whispered against his back after successfully awakening your boyfriend. haji, who thought your were awake, peered at you over his shoulder. “why do you n—“ “the cow wants to take a bath.” iwaizumi huffed, realizing what was happening, and rolled onto his other side to face you. “no it doesn’t. the cow wants you to go back to bed.” you grumbled incoherently and flung a finger in the air. “a milk bath is good for a cow’s soul.” iwaizumi smiled and tugged at your waist. “of course, but lets save the milk bath for tomorrow.”
SUNA ✧ having zero knowledge of your sleep talking habits, suna was surprised when you began mumbling to him about the men in your treehouse in the middle of your afternoon nap. “this isn’t a stable establishment for a fight.” you uttered your disapproval into suna’s neck. “what?” suna asked lazily, eyes too heavy to open. “howie get the shirt off your head. this is professional boxing, put the shirt on.” suna pinched your shoulder, opening his eyes to meet an empty bedroom. “hell are you talking about, brat?” you only huffed and poked his chest. “language buddy. if you wanna date me you gotta fight like the rest of them.“ suna sighed, finally getting the interesting dialogue, then clicked his tongue. ”good thing i can fight, pretty baby. you’re mine.”
BOKUTO ✧ poor baby bo was not prepared for you to begin avidly talking about nachos and cheese at two in the morning. he would’ve sleep right through had you not left his warm embrace. “i don’t want nacho cheese. i want nachos and cheese.” bokuto frowned. “but, baby, why would you want nachos and cheese when i’m right here?” you still didn’t pay attention to him, which had him pouty with deflated hair. he sat up to cup you cheeks, and it was only then that he noticed your closed eyes. “no, no no. nachos with cheese melted on them in the oven. my mama made them when i was little and never let me have one. i want them now.” bo smiled at your furrowed brows and kissed your forehead. “let’s go back to sleep. i’ll make nachos for breakfast.”
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georgiapeach30513 · 2 months ago
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Desperate Affairs, Pt. 2
Summary: What does Andy know?
Pairings:  Andy Barber X Reader
Rating:  Explicit
Warnings:  Explicit language, explicit sexual content, mentions of infidelity, nude photos, pregnancy, mentions of forced pregnancy, choking, humiliation, degradation, oral sex (M receiving), 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.2k
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Andy’s body freezes when he sees the sad tears in your eyes.  Darkening his eyes, a look that you never thought you would see coming from him.  A look he would give criminals when he was still the DA.  “Don’t.  We’re not doing this here,” his voice a gravely whisper.
“What are you talking about?  I have something I need to tell you,” you’re convinced that this is the right time.  
“And you can wait.  We’re not talking about your infidelities while we’re waiting on the doctor to tell us about our baby,” when he mentions infidelities, your eyes go wide staring at him.  “Did you really think you could keep that from me?  And Ransom fucking Drysdale, my client.  We’ll talk when we get home.  Now, put on your smile, and be happy that you’re carrying my baby.”
Andy’s thick fingers wipe away your tears, his gaze softening towards you, right as the doctor comes on.  “Isn’t that sweet.  You’ll be comforting mama a lot in the future.  The crazy hormones have just started,” he sits on the chair, rolling back towards you.  “So, I took a look at the ultrasound pictures, and I need to check something else out.”
“Is everything okay?” you ask nervously, stealing a glance at Andy who even looks scared.
“What is it that you two do?” he cheerfully asks, and you both relax.  Surely if it was bad news, he wouldn’t be so jovial.
“I’m a defense attorney.  She was my secretary,” with the past tense word you look at him.  “But I think it’s time for her to just be a mom.”
“Well, that’s a good thing,” he reinserts the wand, looking at the screen.  “Hmm…” the quiet in the room is unbearable.  You and Andy both look at the monitor and not seeing what the doctor is looking for.  “Okay, let’s listen for the heartbeats,” pulling out the wand he grabs up the doppler.  Roaming it around on your stomach, and Andy’s hand squeezes tightly to yours.  “There it is,” you both tear up at the fast beat of your baby’s heart.  “Hold on,” he wiggles around a bit more.  “Just what I suspected.”
“What?”  Andy’s voice hoarse with anticipation.  He’s not one for waiting, clearly.
“Another heartbeat,” the doctor smiles back at you two.  Turning off the doppler, before showing you the ultrasound pictures.  “Looks a bit hidden.  Two different amniotic sacs.  They won’t be identical.”
“Wait, twins?” you ask.  Your mind going a mile a minute, and if they’re not identical it could mean…two fathers.  You swallow bile, and refuse to look at Andy in this moment.  The doctor nods at the two of you.  If it wasn’t for Andy and his stupid sugar pills you wouldn’t be in this mess.
“Had you been trying to conceive?”
“Yeah, we didn’t want to wait for the wedding.  It’s tomorrow actually.  Small get together,” Andy is so proud when he speaks.  Holding on desperately to this lie of a happy family.
“Well congratulations.  I’ll see you in four weeks.  Rosana will make your next appointment.”
Once the two of you get into the car, Andy’s demeanor changes.  His jaw pulses with the constant clenching of his jaw.  The veins in his hand seem to protrude a bit more, and you can’t stand the quiet torture, wishing he would just shout at you or something.  “How did you know?” you whisper, eyes staring out your side window, scared to look at Andy.
Andy breathes in deeply, and exhales in a huff.  Opening his phone, he fiddles around before handing it to you.  You finally spare him a glance before picking up the phone.  A picture of a close up shot of a cock stretching out someone’s pussy.  Flicking through the photos, you then see a naked picture of you in Ransom’s bathroom.  “I thought it was a mistake.  The first photo.  Wasn’t sure why it was sent to me.  Even if those lips looked familiar.  Then the second photo came through.  You couldn’t deny that one, could you?”
There are no words to be said, so you lock the phone.  Gently handing it back to Andy before looking back out your window.  “There’s more photos.  I also had you followed,” you want to be angry at Andy, but you were the one that was unfaithful.  “Every time I went out of town you ran to him.  Did it mean anything?”
Crying and unable to speak you just shake your head no.  “You could look at me when you’re lying to me.”
You turn to look at him.  His face still just stoic, showing no emotions, even though you know you’re breaking his heart.  “Not lying.  He didn’t mean anything to me, it was just sex.”
Biting his lip Andy struggles to say what he wants to say, “You weren’t protecting yourself were you?  Even when I asked you.  You were fucking him, while he was on the phone with me.”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Were you protecting yourself?” Andy yells, his hand grips tightly to the gearshift, and you shake your head no.  “They’re mine.  Both of them.  Do you understand?”
“But, what if…?”
“No, they’re mine.  They’re ours.  We won’t speak of this again.  Was Ransom the only one?”  when he sees the fresh tears in your eyes, and the way your body heaves, he knows he’s not.  “Who?”
“Andy,” you begin.  Nothing you can say could ease this blow.  
“Who?” another raise of his voice happens when you pull into the garage.
“It’s complicated.  I didn’t have a choice, Ransom and him threatened our life,” you look into his deep blue eyes, wanting him to understand before you tell him.
“Pronge?” with a single nod yes of your head, Andy finally loses it.  “Are you fucking kidding me?  You tell me this the day before our wedding?  How could you?”  
“I told you, it wasn’t like that.  I didn’t want to.  I just didn’t want you to find out, and he threatened our lives.  I’m sorry,” without another word Andy gets out of the car, slamming the door behind him.  You continue to sit in the car, thinking about everything.  You and Andy both suck.  You both lied.  You both betrayed each other.  Neither of you have business going through with this marriage.  
Marching past Andy and into your shared bedroom you look over to yours and his packed luggage, and decide to grab a backpack.  You need to leave.  Andy stands in the bedroom doorway watching you.  “What are you doing?”
“It’s clear this isn’t going to work out.”
“Our wedding is tomorrow,” his body walks closer to you but you jerk out of his embrace.
“That’s what you’re thinking of.  We betrayed each other.  You exchanged my pills for sugar pills to force me into a pregnancy, that I said we weren’t ready for.”
“Because you were fucking my client.”
“I was breaking it off,” when the words come out of your mouth, you realize just how ridiculous it sounds.
“Because that makes it better,” Andy rolls his eyes, sitting on the bed, and removes everything that you put into the backpack.
“Stop,” your voice an angry growl.
“No, you stop.  I forgive you.  Let’s put this in the past.  I want you in my life.  I want you as the mother of my kids.  I want us to be a family.”
“Andy, we lied to each other for months.  You allowed me to sneak behind your back so I could continue an affair,” your hands wipe at your eyes, but tears continue to fall.
“I was hoping you would quit.  You realize he played you for a fool.  Sending nude photos of you, with him,” overcome with emotions you just shake your head.  Andy wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you close to his chest.  Shushing and comforting you.  “I forgive you.  I want to put this all behind us, start anew.  Did you love him?”
“No,” you squeak out.  “I love you.  Just got caught up in everything.”
“What was he offering you that I couldn’t?” Andy’s voice is calm, deep and gritty.  The low register, tickles your temple that’s resting on his chest, and you feel yourself heat up with lust, despite this fucked up moment.
“He didn’t want sex just to get pregnant.”
Both of you freeze in time.  Andy deeply contemplates what you said.  “And he fucked you hard?” his hands run down your body.  Sliding down to the round globes of your ass, spreading each cheek.  “You even let him fuck your ass.  I might have enjoyed that, you know?”
“Andy,” you scold him, but you can’t deny how he’s talking to you in such a vulgar manner, is turning you on.
“Is that what you want?  To be treated like a whore?”  he pushes you off his body to look down at you, and you nod your head.  “I can treat you like a whore.  Not all the time, because I do like making love to you.  Slowly thrusting into that tight cunt.  Soon your body is going to swelling to hold my babies,” one of his hands rubs along your stomach, “Already feel you growing.”
His other hand teases your breast, “And these, they’re going to be so swollen.  Do you realize how protective I’m going to be?  Gotta keep you safe, keep them safe.  Do you realize the lengths I would go to keep you three safe?”
“Andy…” you whimper.  Your hands gripping tightly to his toned biceps, pulling your body closer to him.
“It’s over between you two, isn’t it?”
“Yes.  It has been.”
“Good, this cunt is only for me.  Don’t embarrass me again.  Do I make myself perfectly clear?”  the darkness returning back to Andy’s eyes.  His hand wraps around your neck, and not to make your knees weak, but in a threatening manner.  Quickly you nod your head, and he squeezes tighter.  “Is that how good girls answer?”
“I won’t embarrass you again,” your voice painfully squeaks out.  Cheeks reddened with the lack of oxygen with how tight Andy holds your neck.
Loosening only a bit, allowing you the smallest amount of air, his fingers glide up your thigh, moving aside your panties, he feels the slick pooling.  “You really are a slut you know that?  Go get yourself cleaned up.  You need a good night’s sleep so you can become my beautiful wife.”
His hands slightly shove you towards the bathroom, and you pout at him.  “Did you honestly think I would fuck you after that?”
“But you said you forgave me.”
“And I do.  There has to be a form of punishment for you.  And what’s more punishment for a whore than to withhold sex?  Don’t worry, I’ll make the wait worth it.  Pull your wedding dress over your head, so I can fuck you from behind.  That’s how he did it wasn’t it?  He enjoyed making you faceless, fucking you from behind.  Do I need to start taking pictures of my conquests too?”
You want to be humiliated by his words, but they’re doing the exact opposite.  They’re actually turning you on.  Your eyes full of lust stare at Andy, and you’re ashamed at the lack of shame you feel from this.
“You know, it’s not me that needs to be punished though.  On your fucking knees.”
“What?” you turn back around to look at him.
“On.  Your.  Fucking.  Knees,” your body reacts and you sink slowly to your knees.  “Take my cock out, princess.  You’re going to suck me like your life depends on it.”
Your fingers slowly undo his button, reaching into his boxers you pull out his hardening cock.  Smiling up at him, because you realize that even Andy is getting off on being more aggressive.  He can try to deny it, but he’s enjoying it.  Wrapping your fingers around his base, you lick a long stripe up the underside of his glorious cock.  Kissing the precum away on his tip.  Kitten licking him, until fully sinking your mouth over his length.
His fingers slide along your face, before holding tightly onto your face.  Knowing that Andy is about to fuck your mouth, you hollow your cheeks, loosening the hold you have on him.  Rolling your eyes up to peer at him, his cock nearly fully sunk to the back of your throat.
“You look so pretty like this, honey,” he gently says before using his hands to shove you deeper on him.  Fucking your face unforgiving.  Even smiling when you begin gagging on his cock.  “Want me to stop?”
You shake your head no.  Needing him to continue his rough pace.  He does grant a moment of air, before he’s crashing his cock to the back of your throat.  “If I would have known this was all it would take, to keep you faithful.”  With one final hitch of his hips, you feel his warm cum spurt deeply in the back of your throat.  
Andy’s hands wrap around your throat, bringing your back up to your feet.  “And if you ever embarrass me again.  I won’t be easy on you.  You want to be treated like a slut; I’ll fucking treat you like a slut.  Have I made myself fucking clear?”
“Yes, Andy.”
“That’s fucking daddy.  Remember, you’re carrying my children now.  Treat me with respect.  You’re mine now.  Stuck with me.  Are we clear?”  his hands never leave your neck.  But toying with you and your emotions, he contracts his hold on you slightly.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl.  Get yourself cleaned up.  We’ve got a wedding tomorrow.”
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𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐷𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)
Warnings: NSFW content including marking, lactation kink, pregnancy sex. Older Ateez but age differences is still within legal boundaries. Allusions to infidelity (which I do not condone nor encourage)
❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰
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"Y/N. Come on. You gotta focus."
In a futile attempt to try to get his favorite student to get divert her attention back to the screen in front of her, instead he was met by her arms which suddenly wrapped around him.
"Baby, this assignment is due in two days and you haven't even gotten one paragraph down."
Frowning and in need of affection, Y/N didn't budge and instead attempted to pull Hongjoong on top of her.
"I want you to cuddle me!" She demanded.
Hongjoong quickly caught himself before he toppled over her and accidentally put all his weight on the bump that was growing in her.
"And I'll cuddle you all you want.... but can you at least finish part of this?"
Realizing she wasn't going to give up anytime soon, Hongjoong reluctantly gave in and finally settled her on his lap, one arm wrapped around her shoulders while the other caressed the top of her swollen belly.
Not thinking too much about the tiny kisses she was placing along the side of his neck, Hongjoong tilted his head back to rest on the couch and closed his eyes, his body succumbing to the exhaustion of having to teach back at the school in the morning and coming back to help out his pregnant girlfriend. Taking advantage of his unguarded state, Y/N smirked before she latched her mouth onto a certain spot on his neck, sinking her teeth down and sucking on it harshly. Once Hongjoong realized what was happening, his eyes shot up and he carefully tried to pry Y/N off him, proving it to be more difficult since he couldn't use force in fear of hurting her.
"What the fuck Y/N?!" Hongjoong exclaimed when he came back from the bathroom, hand touching the very obvious mark left on his neck.
"I'm sorry. Couldn't help myself." She feigned an innocent smile.
"How am I supposed to go back to the school tomorrow with this on display for everyone to see? How will I even explain it?" He could already imagine the other teachers and students staring at it, the first group no doubt would be nosey and ask about it.
With a cocky grin, Y/N opened her laptop up again.
"Maybe now some of those hags will back off after they realize you're taken."
❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪
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Coming back after a long day at the courthouse dealing with all the divorce shit, Seonghwa felt like he needed to release some stress or he'd go insane. Coming into the kitchen, he found you quietly standing over the stove, no doubt making food for both of you to eat. You giggled when you felt his hands embrace your large belly, you weren't that far along, but holy hell, carrying twins was something else.
"Have I ever told you you're so beautiful?" He whispered in your ear, teeth grazing against the shell of it. Of course your body was more reactive and sensitive to any touch because your hormones were all over the place. Seonghwa knew that as well and he loved playing with that fact.
Pulling you away from the kitchen, he guided you over to the couch and sat you down. You didn't even question him as he pushed your dress up and slid your panties down, you knew what he was aiming for. You simply inhaled deeply when his mouth began kissing along your inner thighs.
"I hope you don't mind babygirl, but I just really wanted to eat you out."
You nodded at him, resting your elbows on top of some of the cushions so it'd be more comfortable for you. Prying your legs apart as much as they could, Seonghwa carefully placed his mouth on your clit. Starting off with gentle suckles, they soon progressed to more sloppy and intense tongue movements, his lewd slurping sounds mixed in with your soft panting and moaning, setting the mood across the room. Another thing you loved about Seonghwa, he was an expert at oral sex, none of your younger past lovers compared to him in the slightest bit.
Seonghwa let out an accomplished groan when your juices stained all over his face and chin. Pulling away, he himself was panting by how breathless he was left, and he felt proud to see you in an equally similar state as him. Chuckling, he came up and kissed you hungrily, wanting you to taste yourself on his lips. He only pulled away momentarily to tease you.
"I didn't mean to eat my dessert before the meal, but I'm not sorry in the slightest bit."
❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸
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Yunho didn't even know how to react. Coming home and finding it quiet as usual, he guessed you probably took a nap as you normally did around this time, the pregnancy causing you to become more tired than usual. That's why when he came into the room he was shocked to see you moving underneath the blankets. Your frustrated moans give a big hint as to what was happening.
"Y/N?"
Your eyes shot wide open and your head peeped out from under the covers. You suddenly felt so embarrased, your face turning bright red. You tossed over to the other side, hiding your face away from Yunho. Being the sweetheart he was, he went over to your side and caressed your figure.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you." He apologized although he wasn't in the wrong.
Whining loudly, you punched the mattress underneath you.
"Stupid hormones driving me crazy. And my stupid fingers can't get around this huge belly." You complained as you looked down at the mound that stuck out through the blanket.
Not able to keep himself from smiling, Yunho's hand rested itself on your covered belly.
"It's cute though." He assured you.
Looking up at him, you bit your lip before asking him.
"Yunho.....could you please just......you know..?" You don't know why but you felt shy asking him about it especially given that you were pregnant by him nonetheless.
Yunho looked hesitant. He had fears about being intimate with you in your state, but he also felt bad that you had to go through this. Sighing softly, he scratched the back of your head.
"On our next visit, let's ask the doctor about if it's safe or not? Ok?"
Expecting your pouty face, Yunho pulled the covers off you, swallowing hard when he saw your beautiful, round pregnant body on display for him.
"But for now, are you ok with me using my fingers?"
❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰
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"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
Looking down at the pot filled with who knows what that Yeosang stirred which was bubbling rather oddly, your best bet was that he definitely didn't. The reddened cheeks that formed on his face was another telltale sign.
"Trust me honey. I got this."
Right as he said that, some of the contents spilled out, nearly burning the both of you. Luckily Yeosang draped an arm protectively around your barely noticeable bump and moved you back so neither of you were harmed. Instead, the floor became the victim. Having enough shenanigans from your caring lover, you reached over and quickly shut off the stove before anymore accidents happened.
"There goes my chances of wooing you over with my cooking skills." He snorted softly, but he felt bad that he couldn't even make a simple meal for you.
Wanting to cheer him up, you hugged his waist, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.
"You've already won my heart over Mr. Kang, there's nothing left for you to claim."
Although he felt comforted by your words, there was something else he needed to hear.
"You know how I feel. Now go on... say my name." He commanded you.
Pecking his lips, you gave in. "Yeosang."
You let out a squeak when he pressed you against the counter, pulling you into a deeper kiss that was getting more and more heated. Your moment was interrupted when someone suddenly came into the scene, startling you both.
"Oh God Damian! You scared me man." Yeosang let out a relieved sigh when he saw it was only his trusted butler.
"Rest assured sir, I saw nothing and heard nothing." He smirked at them.
❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷
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You grunted as you stripped yourself out of your shirt, the material feeling too confining and making your breasts feel more sore than they already felt. Standing in front of the mirror, you noticed how your breasts were practically popping out of the top of your bra.
"Sannie! Could you come help me out?" You called out to him.
"Yes my lovely baby mama?" He poked his head into the room, always ready to help you out if you needed it.
"Could you please unhook my bra, I can't reach."
Happy to help you, he came up behind you, eyes focused as he began undoing all of the hooks.
"Are they hurting you baby?" Looking up at the mirror, he saw your pouty face nodding at him.
"Would you like me to massage them for you?" He offered.
"Please." You begged, loving how gentle his hands were whenever he touched them.
Releasing your breasts out of their tight confinement, both you and San were in shock when tiny droplets of liquid gushed out of your nipples.
"Holy shit Y/N, are you already lactating?"
San stared at your breasts in amazement. Keeping his eyes focused on the mirror in front of you guys, his hands came up to gently squeeze your breasts, that tiny action making more milky substance to come out of you. You saw how San licked his lips and it gave you an idea. Tilting your head, you gave him a kiss on his jaw before telling him:
"Wanna suck on them?"
San looked shocked at your suggestion, but then he returned you around and pressed his face against your chest.
"Fuck yeah."
Not even thinking twice, San took one of your tits into his mouth, humming in pleasure as he sucked some of your milk into his mouth.
"We should make this a regular occurrence."
❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲
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Mingi released soft and blissful sighs as he felt your body move on top of him. His hands held onto your hips, helping you set a slow and sensual pace as you grinded against his dick.
"You feeling good baby?" He asked, making sure you weren't uncomfortable or in pain.
Your only response was your head being thrown back as you spewed out moans from your throat. It seemed the pregnancy heightened your sensitivity, so every move against Mingi's pelvis felt absolutely amazing, especially when he reached a hand over to rub at your clit. He always made sure you felt as much pleasure as possible.
"That's it, there you go babygirl." Mingi himself was enjoying the change in your sex life. Ever since you both found out you were pregnant, you had to halt your rather kinky and intense fucking sessions and replaced them with more soft and romantic love making. Which neither of you minded, it felt much more intimate and helped you both bond even closer to each other.
"Are you close my little lady? I can feel you squeeze tighter around my cock."
Although you were indeed close, you didn't want to cum just yet, not without asking you something first.
"Mingi......please....spank my ass." You turned your head so you could partially see his face from behind you.
Mingi blinked slowly at your request, unsure of what to do. Wanting to please you, he took one hand off your hip and used it to lightly spank the top of your ass. Although it was a rather tame slap, it was enough for you to start cumming on top of him. Mingi of course held you up, continuing to bury his cock inside you, sliding in and out so he could help make your high last longer til eventually he himself was cumming up into you. Making sure both of you were satisfied, he pulled you off him so he could clean you up.
"So I see you still become a mess when someone spanks you." He teased you, moving some hair out of your face so he could properly kiss you.
"Hey, I'm still your little brat even if I'm carrying our soon to be brat."
❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰
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Wooyoung slid the tip of his cock against your folds. Although he was anxious to be inside you once again, he had to make sure you were all right and not uncomfortable in any shape or form.
"You sure about this baby? We could try something else if you'd like." He assured you, one hand coming down to gently press against your pregnant belly.
"I'm fine Wooyoung. I just wanna feel your cock inside me again. It's been too long and I need it." You whined out, desperate to get some sort of release through something that wasn't from Wooyoung's tongue or fingers, although they always left you satisfied.
Wooyoung was extremely careful and slow as he plunged himself into you from behind, both of you moaning out loud when were connected once again after a long time. Pulling out once more, Wooyoung made sure to go easy on you, his fingers kneading the soft flesh of your hips and ass as he moved to and fro with leisurely yet deep strokes into you.
"Fuck! You feel so good!" You couldn't help but exclaim as you felt every vein and ridge of his dick hitting deep inside your tight walls.
"You missed this didn't you babygirl? Missed being my little toy?" He couldn't hide the smirk on his face as he went slightly harder against her but not so much. Reaching one hand over, his fingers rubbed at her clit, knowing it would drive her crazy.
"Y-yes! I missed this." You gasped out, unable to think about anything except Wooyoung's dick inside you.
"You dirty girl, even after I get you all knocked up, you still want to get fucked by me."
Rubbing his fingers faster against your clit, his other hand held onto your hip so he could angle himself to hit against your g-spot, brushing his tip over and over again on it so he could send you cumming all over him.
"But that's ok, I'll make sure to fuck another baby into you if that's what you want."
❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸
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Opening your eyes, you smiled shyly as you woke up to your husband's face sleeping soundly next to you, one of his buff and strong arms was thrown over your body, laying protectively on your bump. Gently prying his hand off you without disturbing him, you quietly got out of the bed and walked out into the balcony of your hotel room, not bothering to cover up your naked body with a robe or anything.
You felt free, truly free as you gazed out at the beautiful scenery of the beach in front of you, a quick getaway place you and Jongho chose as your honeymoon destination after you both literally eloped not even 2 days ago. You wondered what were your parents and former fiancee thinking now, no doubt they were probably looking all over for you or were barely finding out the secret you two had kept for so long.
But you couldn't bring yourself to care. You didn't regret anything, if anything you would have regretted everything if you hadn't escaped with Jongho, whom you hadn't noticed had woken up until you felt his hands on your hips.
"Look at you little vixen coming out here wearing absolutely nothing. What? Did you want anyone passing by to see you standing here all nude?" His tone let you know he wasn't mad, he was simply poking fun at you.
"Hmmm maybe? Would it make you jealous to know someone who isn't you saw me like this?" You joked back at him, pushing your ass back onto him, a grin on your face when you felt his dick poke at your hip, letting you know that he too came out with no clothes on.
"On the contrary my little vixen, you wanted to give them a show?" You bit your lip when he began kissing your shoulder and neck, aligning himself at your entrance.
"I'll make sure we both give them a show."
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