#i am washing my hands of this i do not want to SEE goodbye enjoy thank u

[babygirlmurdock]

Confessions

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Foggy drops a very drunk Matt on your doorstep one night, which leads to confessions.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol Consumption

a/n: Got this idea from the writing prompt: “You're drunk." "Yes. And hopelessly in love with you." - from @creativepromptsforwriting and I love a little “i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this” (iykyk). Also I was listening to You Are In Love by Taylor Swift writing this, although it doesn’t have direct correlation, I just love that song LOL. Please enjoy<3

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You were sound asleep until you heard a loud ringtone erupt from your bedside table. There’s only one person whose calls surpass your do not disturb.

Matt.

You saw his contact photo and answered groggily, “hello?”

“Hey,” this was not Matt’s voice. “Matt’s, uh, really drunk right now. Someone had the great idea to do shots tonight…” Foggy was trying his best to sound normal over the phone, but he was clearly not sober.

You sat up, scrubbed your hand over your face and glanced over to your clock. 2:17 am. “Foggy, it’s 2 in the morning, I have work tomorrow, you can’t get Matt back to his apartment?” You complained to him. Matt was your closest friend. Grew up going to the same church in Hell’s Kitchen. He was kind of the loner kid, so one day you befriended him and you’ve been close ever since.

“He keeps saying he wants to see you! He kept babbling your name, so we’re about a block away from your apartment now. See you in a few!” Foggy cheerfully said not really giving you a choice.

“Foggy wai—aaand he hung up. Great,” you said to yourself before putting your phone back on your bedside table. You put on the closest sweatpants you found on your floor and one of your sweatshirts. After you found your slippers, you putzed downstairs to retrieve your inebriated friend. When you got outside, you heard the boys laughing from half way down the block. You sat on your stairs leading to your apartment while you waited for your two bumbling idiots.

Matt slurred your name as he approached and almost ate shit half jogging to you. “Jesus christ, Matt be careful it’s dark out here,” you scolded him.

“It’s all dark to me,” Matt laughed at you.

“Alright I walked into that, dick. Hey, thanks for bringing him at least… here. I’ll hydrate him and make sure he’s okay for work tomorrow,” you gave a ‘you owe me’ look over to Foggy as he said goodbye to you. You and Matt made your way up to your apartment.

You closed the door behind you after Matt stumbled in, took his glasses off and put them in his jacket pocket then put his cane on the wall. “Thank you for taking me in tonight, you’re a really good person,” Matt said, pulling you in for a hug.

“God, Murdock, you wreak of tequila,” you pulled away from his strong hug. “I’m gonna bitch Foggy out tomorrow for getting you this drunk on a work night. Why don’t you try to take a shower, I still have an old boyfriend’s sweats in my drawer. They should fit you,” you heard Matt huff as you went to your bedroom to grab the sweats and one of his shirts you stole from him and never gave back.

You knocked on the bathroom door and shouted that you left the shirt and sweats outside the door when he’s done. You went to the kitchen to grab aspirin and make him a Liquid IV mocktail. You really didn’t care if he was going hate the taste of it, it’s nearly 2:30 AM and you want him to go to sleep on your couch quickly. You heard the shower shut off and the door open and close again assuming Matt grabbed the clothing you provided him.

“Your body wash smells girly,” Matt commented as he made his way over to the couch to sit next to you.

“It’s almost like I am a girl… here drink this, take these. You know how I get with people puking and I don’t need any of that tomorrow morning and I know how pissy you get when you have a headache,” you handed Matt the glass and put the pills in his hand.

Matt put the pills in his mouth and swallowed them with the electrolyte mixture you gave him only to have him twist his face in disgust. “What is this? This isn’t water!” Matt protested holding the glass out to you signaling he didn’t want anymore.

“It’s liquid IV, it’s electrolytes. Supposed to hydrate you faster, a coworker suggested them for me when I had the stomach bug. Drink it,” You sternly said. You swore taking care of drunk Matt was like taking care of a stubborn toddler that didn’t want to eat their vegetables. He rolled his eyes and took another gulp out of the glass.

“You know, you should come out with the firm. Instead of being a stick in the mud,” Matt suggested, leaning into you. You huffed out in annoyance.

“Sorry I like my 8 hours of sleep and I’m not my own boss, sue me!” You threw your hands up in protest, “which my sleep is being rudely interrupted by the way.”

Matt leaned in a little closer to you, “your voice goes higher when you get mad at me.” You felt his body get close to you in a way that didn’t feel platonic. “And you breathe faster.”

“Most people breathe faster when they’re inconvenienced, Matt,” you tried to steady your breathing, trying not to sound flustered.

You and Matt knew each other on such a deep level that no one else got you like him and vise versa. Matt trusted you with his secrets and you trust him with yours. You were his first friend in the church. Learning about his dad’s death, being the first one to know he got into his top law school and staying up with him to help him study for the Bar Exam. You’ve been through everything together.

You’d be moronic to think that Matt wasn’t attractive. This man pulls any woman that he wants and you have to be the one to hear about the women he brings home. Whether that be positive or negative. You never thought about your friendship with him other than strictly platonic. Other than that one time you were dared to kiss him when you were 9 on the playground but you both always said that never counted as a real kiss because it was just a peck anyway. But to you, it was your first kiss. You loved telling the other girls at school that you kissed sweet Matt Murdock under the slide at recess.

Seeing Matt date these other girls but never give you the chance seemed like you two were just platonic. Nothing more. Plus you’re not his type, you’ve seen the women he has dated. Supermodel type. Not you. So you buried that feeling deep, deep down and hoped one day it would never be dug up again.

“You know I can hear your heart,” Matt said your name in a husky tone. “And it’s beating awfully loud…” Matt’s face was dangerously close to yours. Mere inches away from one another.

“You know— you know I don’t like when you listen to my heartbeat without my consent, Matthew.”

“And I like it when you call me Matthew. I like the sound of your voice. Have I ever told you that?” Matt’s eyebrows rose up as he drunkingly smirked at you.

“Matt, you’re drunk. I’m going to bed,” you stood up from the couch to make your way to your room.

“I’m in love with you.”

Those words made you stop dead in your tracks. “You—huh?” You whipped around looking at him in disbelief.

“I am. In love with you,” Matt looked up upon you. “Have been for the past few years now. I just never knew how to tell you. And—and I went out with Foggy tonight and ended up drinking way more than I remember. He was the first one to know. He finally pushed me tonight to say something to you. That’s why I’m here. I didn’t want to tell you. I never wanted to ruin our friendship. You’re so special to me, I—I didn’t want to fuck this up.” Matt’s voice slowly started to gain sobriety the more he spoke.

“Matty– I…” you trailed off. Matt Murdock is in love with you. You never thought you’d hear the words you buried come from his mouth.

Before you could finish, Matt cut you off, “I understand if you don’t feel the same. But you have to tell me now so I can get over it. Get over you.”

“No I.. I just—I need to process this information. When did you start feeling this way?” You sat down in the arm chair across from your couch.

“Maybe a few years ago. I always thought you were one of the best people I know. But those platonic thoughts… eventually turned… romantic. Specifically when you came to me with nowhere to go when your ex boyfriend kicked you out after he found out that you were still friends with me and Foggy. God, I hated hearing about him. You deserved better. I learned that night, holding you, while you cried, that I loved you more than a friend. But then came more flings, then I realized you probably didn’t feel the same way. So those feelings were shoved down. Until now,” Matt’s head hung low, looking like he regretted everything that was spewed out of his mouth. Word vomit is better than actual vomit. Although, you felt like you were actually going to vomit.

You stared at him, your heart felt like it was going to come up out of your throat. You knew you felt the same way. But god forbid you dated, and broke up, you didn’t want to lose him. You cherished him so much. The dead air hung there waiting to be brought back to life.

“Please say something,” Matt begged you.

“Matt, I’ve felt this way about you for years. But being me, I never wanted to say anything because I feared losing you,” your voice cracked as your continued, “I feared dating you and potentially breaking up and never having you in my life again.”

You knew Matt could hear your heartbeat out your chest. Your mind was going a million miles a minute processing this. The wave of relief hit Matt like a tsunami. He looked up with his eyes glossy with tears. You got up, made your way to the couch and sat down next to him.

“I don’t want to jump into a relationship with you right away though. I want to be really cautious. I want to kiss you in the worst way but—“

“So do it,” Matt interrupted you.

“If you’d let me finish—“

“I will be doing plenty of that,” Matt smirked at you.

“Shut up and listen to me! I want to kiss you, but I want to take this really slow, Matty. My last long term relationship, as you know, tore me apart. And I’m still healing from that. Doesn’t mean I’m not over him, because I am. But I’m so scared of being kicked out of the blue,” you said looking into his eyes. Your heart was steady and loud. Which meant you were being really serious. You didn’t want to dive in head first and say to the world you were boyfriend & girlfriend.

“Okay. We can do that. Whatever it takes to do this right, sweetie. That being said, can I take you on a date? There’s a wine bar that just opened we can go to. I know how much you love your wine,” Matt teased you about your love for wine.

“Yes you can take me on a date, Matty. I’d love to. Saturday?” You smiled at him. Your first date with Matt Murdock. You’ve only dreamed about him taking you out on a date. “I feel like a teenager right now. My first date with you!” You said all giddy.

Matt laughed at you, “Saturday. It’s a date. it’s cute when you get all flustered. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that over the last few years.”

“What the fuck? I thought I was hiding that so well!” You exclaimed.

“You have to remember,” Matt leaned, inches away from your face, “I can hear everything.”

“Fuck, you’re making it so hard not to kiss you. Not until after the first date though,” you tapped his nose with your finger teasingly.

“Already breaking my heart,” Matt pouted and put his hand over his heart dramatically. You laughed at him. Everything started to look like it was in technicolor. It started making sense. All those years ago, Matt touching your arm lingering his fingers. Him always complimenting you in such poetic ways. None of it was accidental. He wanted you in the same ways all along. You were too oblivious to notice his actions. You couldn’t wait until Saturday to have your first date with Matthew Murdock.

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tags: @yarrystyleeza

I feel like this fic can potentially have a set up for a part to for our reader and Matt on their first date? 👀

All credit to the original gif owner!

#matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #daredevil fic #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock fluff

[convolutedblasphemy]

I wasn't shitting you guys btw I actually made the one-sided radiostatic playlists

here is my lyrical masterpiece. both the vox version and the alastor one. done my best to make it as lyrically accurate as possible. @styrofauxm @onesidedradiostatic i hope you enjoy this (go check out the full lyrics for the songs on google if you can't listen to it but i recommend it because all of these are bangers) feat. my stupid commentary and vox's pathetic wet cat energy

Click to listen to the Vox one on YouTube

1. the hearse — matt maeson

thought this one fit so well lyrically. the "what was it like to feel in love" part i interpreted as vox asking himself that rather than alastor

❞ i am the man we both couldn't stand, i can't wash off the dirt from my hands, what was it like to feel in love? [...] i will never go backwards, i will never be free, i will never run faster; will you sink down to me? ❝

2. i'm just ken — ryan gosling

i'm not even adding lyrics to this one, everyone should have seen the barbie movie and this song at this point. this just HAD to be in there. can you feel the kenergy?

3. too many friends — placebo

less about alastor, more about vox's existential crisis

❞ my computer thinks I'm gay, i threw that piece of junk away on the champs-elysées as I was walking home. this is my last communique, down the superhighway. all that I have left to say in a single tome... ❝

4. creep — radiohead

i mean isn't this literally his theme song?

❞ when you were here before... couldn't look you in the eye. you're just like an angel. your skin makes me cry. you float like a feather in a beautiful world. i wish I was special. you're so fuckin' special. but I'm a creep, i'm a weirdo, what the hell am I doin' here? ❝

5. where evil grows — the poppy family

y'all seen the sonic movie? we need to see vox do that dance.

❞ i like the way you smile at me, i felt the heat that enveloped me and what i saw i liked to see. i never knew where evil grew. i should have steered away from you, my friend told me to keep clear of you but something drew me near to you ❝

6. one of us — ava max

i had to edit this one a bit in the video and cut out the part about the kissing because that for sure didn't happen

❞ one of us would die for love; one of us would give it up. one of us would risk it all; one of us won't even call. one of us could say goodbye, never even bat an eye... ❝

7. colorblind — amber riley

more pathetic wet cat energy brought to you by yours truly

❞ i don't think that i'll ever find that silver lining or reason to smile. you know i used to paint such vibrant dreams, now I'm colorblind, colorblind. when did my heart get so full of never mind, never mind? did you know that you stole the only thing I needed? ❝

8. arcade — duncan lawrence

more pathetic wet cat energy brought to you by yours truly

❞ a broken heart is all that's left. i'm still fixing all the cracks. lost a couple of pieces when i carried it, carried it, carried it home. i've spent all of the love I saved. we were always a losing game; small town boy in a big arcade, i got addicted to a losing game... all i know, all i know: loving you is a losing game. ❝

9. if i can't have you — skylar astin

i picked the version from zoey's extraordinary playlist on purpose because the context of this scene is that the dude who sings it hires a bunch of singers and dancers to confess in a public space as you, the viewer, sit there and cringe at him as he gets rejected. if that doesn't have vox energy, i don't know what does.

❞ i'm good at keepin' my distance (lie), i know that you're the feelin' I'm missing. you know that I hate to admit it but everything means nothin' if I can't have you. i can't write one song that's not about you, can't drink without thinkin' about you. is it too late to tell you that everything means nothing if I can't have you? ❝

10. do you want me (dead)? — all time low

when vox asks himself whether alastor wants him or wants him dead it's definitely the second option.

❞ i let it ride on a bet, i doubled down on a sinking ship; need a second to catch my breath: do you want me? or do you want me dead? oh, give it up for at least a second; i'm getting sick of your bullshit attitude and how you walk around like you shine brighter, it's killing me, so what do you say? do you want me? or do you want me dead? ❝

11. push — ryan gosling

i can't just put one musical number from the barbie movie in and not include the other one that fits equally as well.

❞ said, i don't know if I've ever been good enough. i'm a little bit rusty and I think my head is cavin' in. and I don't know if I've ever been really loved by a hand that's touched me, and I feel like something's got to give and I'm a little bit angry, well, this ain't over, no, not here, no; not while I still need you around. ❝

Ice-cold rejection & vicious mockery: Alastor's version

the contrast of this is the best part.

Click here to listen to the Alastor one on YouTube

1. little big boy — madds buckley

he doesn't go easy on him. this is 0 compassion and 100% roast.

❞ brimstone fire and eyes aglow, little big boy's making the whole world know his name. raised on pillars and shining lights, breathing smoke for the right to keep his place. never satisfied 'till they all see how big this little boy can be. well the water's rising; tide's comin' in. does little big boy know how to swim in a pond filled with fish bigger than him? ❝

2. i help you hate me — sunrise avenue

he's so helpful fr but it's not working unfortunately

❞ i broke many hearts throughout my days. yours was the hardest one to face. though, I've never been a saint, i still love you every day, just not the lover kind of way. i know you wanna see me falling out, falling out the window. i know you wanna see me crashing down, crashing with my plane. baby, i'm way too young to die but I'll help you get over me. ❝

3. no surprise — daughtry

this is one of my favorite bands, i'm glad i got to include this.

❞ it came out like a river once i let it out when i thought that i wouldn't know how. held onto it forever just pushing it down, felt so good to let go of it now. not wrapping this in ribbons, shouldn't have to give a reason why: it's no surprise i won't be here tomorrow, i can't believe that I stayed 'til today. there's nothing here in this heart left to borrow. there's nothing here in this soul left to save. don't be surprised when we hate us tomorrow. ❝

4. go screw yourself — avery

i can picture him 1:1 delivering a swing version of this when vox confesses to him

❞ i know i've been holding it in, the way i feel about you. something i've been dying to say but I don't know how you'll take it; oh please don't go; you should know these three words i've been holding back; trying to fight, i'mma let 'em out... these three words, gotta let you know, here I go: go screw yourself. i've had enough, yeah, now we're done. ❝

5. the audacity — emelyn

this one's such a bop honestly. had to cut it in the video because i can't picture alastor realistically crying over anything vox-related.

❞ think your opinions should be broadcast... even though no one's subscribing, listening or liking but by all means, keep whining. must be tough if life's so rough. you should buy a mic, start a podcast, even though, wait, nobody asked. [...] where do all these men find the audacity? no actually, i'm stunned by your stupidity. ❝

6. friends — halocene

this one had to be on here.

❞ have you got no shame? you're looking insane turning up at my door. it's two in the morning, the rain is pouring, haven't we been here before? [...] so don't go look at me with that look in your eye, you really ain't going away without a fight. you can't be reasoned with, i'm done being polite. i've told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times. haven't I made it obvious? haven't I made it clear? want me to spell it out for you? f-r-i-e-n-d-s ❝

7. can't catch me now — olivia rodrigo

he likes the attention def especially after his return

❞ bet you thought i'd never do it, thought it'd go over my head. i bet you figured i'd pass with the winter, be somethin' easy to forget. oh, you think i'm gone 'cause i left but i'm in the trees, i'm in the breeze, my footsteps on the ground. you'll see my face in every place but you can't catch me now. through wading grass, the months will pass, you'll feel it all around. i'm here, i'm there, i'm everywhere but you can't catch me now ❝

8. take a hint — victoria justice & elizabeth gillies

this is on every rejection playlist and it's gonna be on mine too. a bop even after all these years.

❞ ask me for my number, yeah, you put me on the spot. you think that we should hook up, but I think that we should not. you had me at "hello", then you opened up your mouth and that is when it started going south. [...] what about "no" don't you get? so go and tell your friends i'm not really interested. it's about time that you're leavin', i'm gonna count to three and open my eyes and you'll be gone ❝

9. no — madilyn bailey & megan nicole

more rejection for y'all. the world needs more mean aroaces and this playlist is my contribution.

❞ first you gonna say you ain't runnin' game, thinking i'm believing every word; call me beautiful, so original, telling me I'm not like other girls, i was in my zone before you came along, now i'm thinking maybe you should go ❝

10. oh no — marina and the diamonds

a classic.

❞ don′t do love, don't do friends; i′m only after success. don't need a relationship, i'll never soften my grip [...] i know exactly what i want and who i want to be. i know exactly why i walk and talk like a machine. i'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy. ❝

Reblogs are appreciated!

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[casualhedonists]

into the mist, into the clouds

pairing: lucy gray x fem!reader

words: 3.5k

warnings: very few; fluff, angst, mystery and intrigue etc, post tbosas lucy gray

playlist for this fic • main masterlist

a/n: my first non-smut fic on here! title from carolina by taylor swift, which this fic is very much based on. this is one of my favorite things i've written in a very long time. enjoy 🤍

i do not give permission for my work to be reposted/translated anywhere, under any circumstances.

“You didn’t see me here.”

Whispered words fill the space between you. Your head rests in her lap, dress crisp and clean and smelling like you, like your home. She looks at you with a sense of urgency, one you’ve seen all too many times before.

“What? Lucy Gray, you’re not…”

She can’t be leaving again. She only just arrived. The morning had brought dew and her muddied boots on your porch for the first time in months. Your mother was gone for the day, it was almost like Lucy Gray had known. Her dress was covered in dirt and grass stains. You piled it into a hamper, washed it in the fresh water of the creek down the hill from your house, scrubbing away while she collected firewood.

“I am. Tomorrow. Dawn.”

“Let me come with you.”

“It’s not safe, my love. I can keep myself protected if I’m alone. I’m startin’ to get real good at it.”

You don’t ask if she’d come back. Neither of you ever know the answer to that.

“Will you do something for me, Lucy Gray?”

Your voice drops. The fire crackles, the pine cones you’d collected together popping as they burn. She likes the sound, she told you. It was safe, comforting. Homely. You’d wondered if she was really talking about the fire, or you, the girl who sat with her in its warmth.

“Anything. You know I will.”

“Would you leave before I wake up? I’m not sure I can say goodbye to you again.”

She smiles, soft and sad, and gazes at you like you’re a song, or something she wants to memorise.

“Of course I will. It’ll be like I never came back here at all.”

The glow of the flames dance across her face.

“I don’t want that.” You whisper. “I hate feeling like you’re slipping away from me.”

She lowers her head to yours, your foreheads touch. You hear the smile in her voice.

“I’m here now, aren’t I?”

You’ve learned not to waste your time in tears, when she’s going to leave. There are better ways to spend those last moments, eyes dry and focused on tracing the lines of her face, committing it to memory for the last time in who knows how long. You sit up, curling into her, pressing your lips to hers, her hair still damp and smelling like the bar of soap you’d lent her when you fixed her a bath, your pruned fingertips massaging her scalp as the water began to cool. You make it to bed, sleeping soundly with her arms around you.

True to her word, she leaves in the morning. Leaving no trace, no proof she was ever there in the first place. But you feel the warmth of the sheets next to you, and you know.

She finds you the next summer.

“Don’t move.”

You freeze, long grass up to your knees, long skirt swishing as you wade through the field, sun blaring down on you.

A pair of warm hands press softly over your eyes.

“You’re back.” You beam, spinning around, taking her head in your hands, eyes shut, just listening to her breathing. You press your lips to hers.

“I sure am.” When you break away to take her in, look at her sunkissed face, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen her smile wider. If you didn’t know better, you’d say she got more beautiful every time you saw her.

You lie sun-drunk in the shade of the tall grass, lazing against each other as you go over your birthday, the village gossip, and she listens. Always listening, drinking up your words like she’s parched.

You’ve learned not to ask Lucy Gray where she’s been hiding, you both know it’s safer the less gets said. But she presses on, ever gentle, asking you for details when you fill her in on your life.

You jump at a movement in the grass beside you, but she just laughs. Picks up the snake, humming as it wraps and twists itself around her hand.

“These ones won’t hurt you, darlin’. They’re docile, see? Wouldn’t harm a fly.”

She lifts the snake to you slowly.

“You’re sure?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Always.” You reply instantly, like you’ve waited your whole life to hear the question.

“Then hold out your hand.”

You reach out.

“Close your eyes.”

You do. After a second, you feel hers, pressing into your palm, and an oddly warm sensation, smooth.

“It feels… dry.”

You open your eyes. The snake twists and drapes between the two of you, loosely binding your hand with Lucy Gray’s, holding you together.

She laughs, bright and sweet, like music.

“Well, what were you expecting?”

“I don’t know.” You confess. “Maybe for it to be wet? Slippery?”

Her laughter chimes through the field, a low gust of winding carrying it away. You stay like that for a few more hours, until night begins to fall, and the summer wind carries her away, too.

A year passes. Then another half.

Your mother gets older; she gets sick. You venture outside the bounds in twelve, slipping under the rusted wire fence with a basket, collecting herbs you’d started to read about but couldn’t afford. You make tinctures, teas, you light incense and fill the house with sprigs of rosemary and thyme. It slows down the sickness that tore through her like wildfire. When she passes, it’s beautifully peaceful, like a candle being blown out. You carry her ashes to the lake and you spread them, lingering by the Covey’s cabin. Hoping.

She doesn’t come. You walk home, humming something you think you remember her singing years ago. You start to wonder if she was just something you dreamt up, an old folk song you sing to yourself each night before you fell asleep.

Spring rolls around, and your empty house gathers dust. Your way with herbs and remedies gets around, starting with a few bottles gifted to a neighbour with influenza. Her granddaughter comes to your doorstep with the empty vial and a bag of potatoes. You smile and thank her.

“Are you a witch?” She asks, barely ten years old and looking up at you with dark, mistrusting eyes. You laugh.

“I’m not too sure about that, hon. Did the herbs help?”

She nods, a frown etched along her features.

“Then perhaps I’m a good one.”

Before you know it, word gets around that you cured the old woman. You make a living collecting herbs, crushing them down, and people line up outside your door most days. You find a slice of peace in it, in the routine.

But winter is cruel, and the house turns cold. The house that was once the perfect size for you and your mother now feels like too much money and work to heat, and things start breaking, and leaking. You hear from your cousin in Seven, you’ve inherited a log cabin and a slice of land on the edge of some woods from a great-aunt you never met.

You weigh your options. You go to the lake and skim stones in the icy water, mulling it over.

To leave Twelve is everyone’s dream. But Lucy Gray. The gentle ghost who lingers over your shoulder. How will she find you, if she ever comes back? You can’t stay here waiting forever. One bad frost kills your crops, the chill sets into your bones, and you make up your mind. You pack up your herbs and bottles, your books and your clothes, the pinecone you keep beneath your pillow, the silver snake bracelet she gave you many years ago, and you leave. A simple, smudged note sits under the plant pot on the porch, your old hiding place for the spare house key where she’ll know to look:

I’m in the trees. Come find me.

District Seven has more trees than you’ve ever seen. Twelve is known for it’s forests and fields, but these woods are expansive, spanning over miles, trees lined up perfectly, the smell of freshly chopped wood filling your senses.

Every step you took made you wonder if Lucy Gray been here, if the birds in these trees had heard her saccharine voice.

Your herbs sell a lot better in Seven. It’s enough to buy new clothes, and the village is better kept. The people are kind, warm and friendly. You can finally afford to eat your fill. Your cabin at the edge of the woods stays warm and comfortable, the wood is plentiful, you chop your own from the land that’s now yours.

Sometimes when your head spins from the weight of the axe you see movement in the woods, and you wonder. Sometimes you peer inside, certain that it’s her. But she feels so far away from you now, that you can’t help but feel you’ve abandoned her.

You take walks through the forests; you whistle to the birds and listen for the ones who might sing back. You hear nothing. One day, in the town, you walk by a window display with an old, beat-up guitar. It looks well-loved, and something draws you to it. Faded gold paint around the sound hole, strings messy but you go inside and barter, and take it home with you.

You hum some of the old songs she used to sing, try to piece together chords on the strings that aren’t snapped. It sounds like a mess but you play anyway. It feels like a piece of her that you want to keep close to you. You’ve learned to become a collector of sorts.

You’re kept warm through winter, and spring fades into summer. You take the little fishing boat that came with the cabin out on the river, and hike through the forest. You take your guitar with you, and one day, finally, you hear it.

A mockingjay.

It sings your broken tune back to you, bouncing through the pines. A smooth voice cuts through the birdsong.

“Did you miss me?”

Lucy Gray.

Your head spins around. And there she is, smiling, and you fall into her arms.

“I was so scared. I thought you weren’t coming back.”

“I know. I’ll be honest, I didn’t think I would either.”

“But you’re here, you found me! My note, I didn’t know if…”

“The trees.” She grins. “District Seven. It made perfect sense, my love.”

“I can’t believe you’re here. Lucy Gray, you don’t know how happy I am to see you.”

“Oh, I think I do. If you think for a second you’re alone in that, you couldn’t be more wrong. Now,” she adds, nodding at the guitar, “what do we have here?”

You take her onto the river, safer in Seven than you’d ever been in Twelve. She watches as you grind up lavender, the smell filling up the cabin, fascinated as you explain the hobby that you’d turned into work. She fixes your guitar strings, teaches you some simple chords. You sit on the porch, playing while she sings.

“It suits you here, you know.”

“You think so?”

“I do.” She pauses. “I was so sorry to hear about your ma. She was a good woman. She was always kind to me. To everyone.”

“Thank you. I’m okay now, really. I like it here. It’s quiet, peaceful. I think that’s what she’d want for me.”

When she stares up at the sky, birds soaring up above, the rush of the wind through the trees, you can’t help but ask. This is all so perfect, and after so long you can’t bear the thought of her leaving again.

“Do you know how long…”

She smiles.

“Maybe a day or two? If that’s okay.”

You can’t hide your grin. You nod, and she glances up at you.

“Of course that’s okay. More than okay.”

Her fingers press over yours as she demonstrates a final chord. She sits behind you as you strum, grinning at her, head spinning around and she’s so close, it’s almost surreal.

“You did it!” She’s beautiful. Vivid like a daydream, all technicolor.

“That’s all of it?”

“That’s all of it. Just play those four over again and you’ve got yourself a song.”

Your fingers intertwine, hand slipping from the guitar.

“Thank you for teaching me.” You whisper with a smile.

“You’ll remember it, won’t you?” There’s a solemness to it.

You frown.

“Of course I will. I’ll practice all the time.”

“You promise?” Her voice is desperate.

You slide the guitar to the floor and take her hand in yours, clasping it to your chest. Eyes making a silent oath.

“I won’t forget, Lucy Gray. I promise you.”

She nods, corners of her mouth turning up into a smile. You sigh.  

“You know I’ve kept everything, don’t you? All of it. Everything I have that reminds me of you.”

“I saw the pinecone on the mantelpiece. Was that from-”

“The time we made the fire in 12? Yeah.”

She lights up.

“You’re such a romantic. I love it. You-”

Your lips press to hers, suddenly overcome with emotion. When you pull away, she sees the tears on your cheeks.

“I’m sorry. I… I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” You cry. “I really didn’t, and… I don’t want you to leave, I-”

Her wide eyes fill with apology.

“I know. I wish I didn’t have to leave, sugar. I’m sorry it took me so long this time. I wish I could tell you how much it hurts to be away. It feels like I never really rest, until I’m back with you. Does that make sense?”

You nod, blinking away your tears.

“Will you do something for me, my love?” She presses, soft hands brushing away your tears.

“Anything.”

“Until tomorrow, can we pretend I’m not leaving? Pretend like this is our normal. Like we’ve got all the time in the world.”

You close your eyes, then look at her again, just as quickly, not wanting to waste a precious second.

“All the time in the world.” You whisper back.

True to your word, you make the most of it. She leaves you the next morning. You say a proper goodbye this time, holding her like you’ll never let go. But you do.

Weeks stretch on and you can feel her slipping away again. The birds ease the pain, singing her pretty melodies back to you, like a worn-out record you’ve played on repeat. You throw the windows and doors open, filling the house with summer’s balmy air and the sound of her voice bouncing through the rooms as if she was still there. But soon enough, they forget her dulcet notes, and you’re alone with yourself again.

You track the time through seasons, like you always have. The summer draws to a bittersweet close, and you miss it before it’s fully gone.

You slip back into your routine. You take the boat out alone. The schoolchildren sneak up to your door at times, you hear them whispering. The witch rumours are back in full swing but you don’t mind them. You think it rather suits you. You open the door, much to their horror, and offer them some cookies. They come dutifully back for more on Saturdays, and you appreciate the bit of company.

You keep your promise, and it keeps her alive. You practice the chords she taught you, rough calluses starting to form on your fingers. You trace them at night when the world gets too quiet, and as winter closes in again it gets quieter still. The birds fly away to escape the cold, and you wonder if out there somewhere, she might see them. You find yourself praying the winter isn’t being too cruel to her, wherever she is.

One day, at the market, you’re sat at your stall selling chamomile and sage tea, and you hear her name, like a question in someone’s voice. They remember. They remember her. Your heart swells. You want to scream at the top of your lungs, it’s her. She is the girl you love.

She appears more and more in your dreams, some nights you’re restless, dreaming of her scared, running from something in a dark forest, sometimes you’re there by her side. Other times you wake with a start thinking she’s knocking at your door. You sprint outside into the darkness, barefoot on the damp grass, turning in circles before you catch your breath.

You could make yourself some valerian root tea as a remedy, but you don’t. You don’t mind her living on through your dreams. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.

You’re comforted by this haunting.

She finds you again. She always does.

“I saw the Covey a few months ago.” You tell her, the first night you spend together, lay in your bed, arms and legs a tangled mess, her hand in your hair.

Her eyes light up.

“Did you really? Close to here?”

You nod.

“They weren’t here for long. I’m not sure they recognised me, I was at the back of the room. It was pretty dark.”

Her eyes are wistful, filled with something you think you understand now.

“It all feels like so long ago, doesn’t it? I forget sometimes, just how long it’s been.” She looks to the floor. “And Maude Ivory – was she there? How’d she look?”

“She was.” You grin. “She looked happy. Healthy. She was smiling and dancing the whole night, like she always used to.”

You pause for a second, wondering if you should go back, mention that she, much like you, must still have an emptiness, a gap in her life even after all these years, but it’s like Lucy Gray reads your mind. Always one step ahead.

“That’s good.” She says decidedly. “It’s all I ever wanted for her. To be happy. Free. Thank you for telling me. I… I think about them a lot. About all of it. But I always hoped they’d move on without me.”

You’re quiet when you speak again.

“Lucy Gray, I don’t think anyone could ever move on from you.”

It lingers in the air. You speak up again.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Of course you can.”

“When I saw them that night, I stayed for the whole set, because… well, it’s silly,” you confess, “I couldn’t stop watching. I kept thinking that you’d show up. Like they’d just announce your name and they’d all cheer like they did in Twelve. Like you would get up there and sing, and see me in the crowd, and just… smile. Like you’d asked me to be there that night.”

It’s back again, that wistful look of hers.

“I sure wish I had been, sugar. But I think I’d rather be here with you than up on that stage, these days.”

Warmth fills your chest. “Yeah?”

She takes a breath.

“It’s important that people forget me. It’s safer this way. I don’t know what they’d do if they found me, but I know for certain I don’t plan to find out. Maybe one day… well, we’ll have to see. But for now, I could stay a little longer. Would that be okay? If I stayed until the week ends?”

Stay forever, you want to say. But you nod, holding her like she’s already gone.

When she leaves, it’s too soon. Always too soon. You stand in front of the cabin, wishing you could mold your hand around hers and never let go. You kiss her goodbye.

“You didn’t see me here.” She whispers against your lips.

“Not sure I know what you’re talking about.” You respond, and her lips turn into a half-smile.

“Now. Close your eyes.”

You press them shut, feeling her hands slip from yours. When you open them, she’s gone again.

As the years go by, you stop hearing the name Lucy Gray altogether. She starts to feel more like a folk tale; a messy, ink splashed cursive on old parchment. You yearn to speak of her, to keep her legacy alive, but you can’t. You don’t. You remember, though. The world could forget about Lucy Gray Baird, but your memory of her lived on like a still-beating heart, and in turn it kept her alive. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t keep you alive, too.

You make quite the name for yourself, your apothecary bringing in customers from across Seven, sometimes further. So much so, that sometimes you wonder if when she passes through Twelve or Seven, she hears about you and remembers, counting down the days until she gets to come home.

She still haunts your dreams, slipping away as soon as you wake up. But she’ll come back. No matter how many times she leaves. Wherever you go, she’ll find you. She could go anywhere in the world, but she’ll always come back home to you. And you’ll be waiting for her, even if the world curses her name, even if the Covey forgets her too. You understand now. She’s as much yours as you are hers. And when she comes home, it’ll always feel like she never left. And that’s enough for you. It was always enough.

You leave your porch light on.

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Twice Interactive Story Part 1214 Closer (Jihyo)

After saying goodbye to Nayeon, you head back to home immediately as you know Jihyo has been waiting for so long, you nearly forgot what Nayeon has just told you, only the mirror in the carpark reminds you what Nayeon did to your face.

You try to get rid of the mark by washing your face before heading home to Jihyo. You stop by a convenience store and buy some snacks for Jihyo. You double-checked yourself as you arrive home and start bringing the groceries inside.

'Jihyo? Are you there? Jihyo?' You calling her name but you have not heard any response from her.

'Jihyo?' You put down all the staff in the kitchen and you see Jihyo is inside.' She has changed into another custom already, her bare back immediately catch your attention, her bra top is just supported by a little sting, the knock knock sound of her heels seems knocking in your heart. She's too sexy.

You place the groceries on the floor and sneak up behind Jihyo. You put your hands on her waist and pull her in close. "You're looking good, Jihyo. You have such a nice back." You kiss Jihyo's neck while your hands move up and down her body, "sorry I took so long, but I got everything."

Jihyo just enjoying your caresses silently, letting your hands run through her body, squeezing every curve she has. 'I am really working hard in gym, I want to give you a surprise.' Jihyo keeps grinding her ass on your crotch, she can feel how hard you are.

'But we should prepare for the dinner first, right?' Jihyo turns around and hooks your neck, ready to kiss you. However, she stops right before your lips meet. 'Who have you met on the way home? The perfume is not the one that you are using?'

"I ran into Nayeon and her mom in the grocery store. I ended up talking to her in the store's cafe because her mom told us to. It was pretty awkward." You reply as ypu keep your hand on Jihyo's waist. "It’s hard to deny her mom's wishes when she's always been so nice to me."

'You could have told me at the beginning... Fine, today is our day, so let's not talk about others.' Jihyo gives you the kiss that you are waiting for before letting you go.

'Let's prepare for the dinner, should we?‘ Jihyo asks as she starts organizing the groceries in the kitchen.

You give Jihyo another kiss, "Alright, let's get started. Can you be my dessert?" You squeeze her ass before going to get the groceries.

'As you wish, babe.' Jihyo says as she helps you to organize the groceries and unpacking them.

Seeing your eyes are still fixed on her, Jihyo smiles shyly. 'Seems my workout is really successful.' She walks closer, squeezing your bulge. 'Do you believe I can finish you at the kitchen right now by 5 minutes? Seems you won't be focusing on cooking if I am here.'

"I'd like to see you try." You say, squeezing her tits. "I still get my dessert later, right?" You kiss Jihyo's neck as your hands run down her body. "I'll need to really focus if we want to eat dinner any time soon."

'Perhaps I should give a try then?' Jihyo smirks, her hand squeezes your bulge even harder. 'I hope cumming one time is enough for you to stay focus?'

You two making out passionately and Jihyo pushing you to the table, your already loss your patience, your hands are invading inside her bra top.

'Babe, if you can hold on for 5 minutes, your reward is to unlock a new position with me tonight.' Jihyo whispers to your ears before kneeling down in front of you, unzipping your pants, and keep caressing your full hardened cock, the precum makes it even shiny.

"You have a deal." You set up a five minute timer on your phone and put it on the table. You kiss Jihyo's neck, running your tongue along it slowly. "I can't wait to share our bed tonight. We'll get to do that new position."

Jihyo pushes you away and kneels down again, 'Have you thought about what position you want tonight?' She seems totally not in a rush, showing the confidence.

Jihyo slowly removes her bra top, her big pair of mounds pop out, attractive as always. Your hand automatically cupping them, feeling their warmth. 'Wait a second.' Jihyo smirks seductively, still jerking your shaft slowly while another hand of her is searching her pockets, and it comes out with a bottle of massage oil.

She pours nearly half of it on her tits, your hands are also covered by it. 'Now enjoy Mommy's work.' Jihyo puts your hand away, and grabs your cock inside her cleavage. It's not the first time you fuck her tits, but with the aid of the oil, it feels so much better. You accidentally leak out a moan, giving Jihyo a little boost, she speeds up her titjob further, milking you quickly.

"Your tits are the best, Jihyo." You moan as you pinch her cheeks. "But I'm still going to win this little challenge. I've been thinking about the mating press position." You let Jihyo do her titjob watching her with a smile as you enjoy the feel of her big tits.

'I doubt that you can try it tonight, babe.' Jihyo keeps teasing you but never stops her titjobs. She let out her tongue, so every time your tips popped out from her cleavage, it would hit her tongue, giving you extra pleasure.

'Two minutes left babe, how much you want to fuck me in mating press huh? Perhaps we can try even more positions if you can hold on.' Jihyo moans occasionally, in order to trigger you more. You could feel the sweat dripping through your forehead. All you could do is prevent any eye contact with Jihyo, you bite your teeth hardly, and look up to the ceiling, buying yourself more time from her marvelous titjob.

"We'll hardly get any sleep tonight, Jihyo." You tell her through gritted teeth. "We should go on a date soon. It's been too long." You say, trying to distract Jihyo just enough for her to stop for a few seconds. You’re determined to hold on just past the five minute mark so you can tease Jihyo all night.

'No no no, we will talk about it later. Are you going to distract me huh?' Jihyo gives you a smirk and presses her tits even harder. 'You can't hold for 5 minutes, babe, you are going to cum anytime soon.'

Jihyo sucks your whole tips all at a sudden, the pleasure overtakes your mind and you lost the ability of speaking, you just moan hardly, telling Jihyo what a good job she is doing.

Feeling your cock starts to throb in her mouth, she shows a victory smile and spit it out again. 'Cum for me, babe. Give me a pearl necklace.'

"Not yet," You grunt as you push your hips forward and make Jihyo suck on more of your cock. "I can last a little bit longer." You stare at Jihyo's hungry eyes. "You're so beautiful, Jihyo."

'You sure you are going to try mating press tonight. There are many more positions we can try.' Jihyo starts to lap her tongue with your underside instead of sucking it, she knows how to make you cum after being with you so long. 'Or you think mating press will be easier to breed me, huh, naughty boy.'

'Why don't you look at me? I want you to look at me when you cum.' Bubble starts to form from the fiction from the titjob, you strugglely debating yourself should you meet her eyes, you know you will cum immediately if you look at her face.

You watch at your phone, luckily there's only 10 seconds left, your nearly succeed. However, Jihyo still not in a rush, rubbing your cock with a correct rhythm. 'Cum for me babe, I love you.' You know you have lost once you hear her confession, your whole body starts jerking, you feel like your cum has reached your tips, but your muscle don't have any power to resist, Jihyo's 'I Love you' has completely make you fallen.

"Fuck, I love you Jihyo." You moan as you cum over her neck and chest. You look deep into Jihyo's eyes as you cum, and see how dirty you left her. "I should take a picture, you look amazing like that. I hope you like your pearl necklace, sweetie." You say at the end as a joke. You grab some napkins and help clean Jihyo up afterward.

Jihyo stops your hand, instead she gets some cum from her chest and put it in her mouth. 'This is my appetizer. but you really wanna take a picture?' Jihyo asks with a little unsure, 'he used to take pictures and video everytime we have sex, but I... sorry for mentioning about him.'

"No, no, that's okay Jihyo." You smile at Jihyo. "I don't need a picture when I have the real person in front of me." You kiss Jihyo's forehead and ruffle her hair. "I'll get started on dinner. You should eat your appetizer." You say with smirk as you start grabbing all the ingredients you 'll need.

'You can prepare the dinner by yourself, right? Then I am going to take a bath first.' Jihyo finished all your cum on her chest and showing you her emptied mouth.

'Do it quick or I will join you.' You slap her ass playfully and sending her out before start cooking.

You set up everything and just waiting for Jihyo, the steak, the wine, the bouquet this morning and the candle, you found everything so familiar that you are in detail vu, that's what you do with Nayeon everytime when she sleep over here, the memory of the past occupied your mind.

You shake your head in an attempt to clear your thoughts. You try to find something to do while you wait for Jihyo. You start to think of something you could do for Jihyo that would be special for you two. you start thinking of maybe doing a day trip somewhere fun like the beach.

'Hey babe, what are you thinking?' The call of Jihyo wakes you up, she cups your cheek and kisses you before sitting down. You debating should you tell her to back for her family for a day as Nayeon insisted she will be the only woman in your house tomorrow.

Jihyo does not change her outfit, her heavy tits are putting on top of the table, her cleavage looks even longer under the dimming candle. 'You still thinking about unlock a new position with me? Perhaps I can let you do it if you behave good today.'

"It'll be hard when you're wearing that, but I'll behave." You tell her as you start eating. "Jihyo, what does your schedule look like for the next few days?" You ask her, trying to see what's she's doing without sounding too suspicious.

'So desperate to unlock a new position with me, haha?' Jihyo can't hold her laughter when she hears your answer. 'OK, but not mating press since you fail the challenge, choose another one. I have been practicing Pilates, maybe we can try something more difficult.' Jihyo finishes her glass of wine and pours herself a new one.

'I don't have anything planned, I am just doing housework and workout every day, a typical housewife, Am I too young for this?'

"Maybe a little, you should be going out a little, having fun." You tell her. "As for what we're doing later, I have a few ideas of what we can try, but you might not be able to handle them." You joke. You take a deep breath, "I'm glad to have you back, Jihyo. I’m happy to have you here."

'After all this time, we are still together. We should definitely celebrate it. Cheers.' Jihyo grabs her glass, inviting you to drink with her.

Your glasses matched and the wine is finished again, 'Should we take a trip together after you back from Chaeyoung? Or you still busying on the new company? I know you are working very hard for Mina, but I don't wanna see you being exhausted again.'

"We should do that. After I come back from Chaeyoung's we'll go on a trip together. Just you and me." You tell her as you pinch her cheek. "Oh, there was one other thing. Nayeon said she was to see the house tomorrow and that she wanted to be the only woman. What are we going to do?"

'So what are you going to do then?' Jihyo asks you again without even thinking. She just peacefully eats another slice of steak.

'What do you want me to do tomorrow. Just tell me, babe. I know Nayeon may not want to see me. I am happy that you could tell me first, at least. I don't wanna be abandoned by my men again... I know you love me.' Jihyo empties her glass again and gets herself a new one. Her face starts to be red as she drinks the alcohol too quick.

"I do love you, Jihyo. That's why I brought this up. Nayeon said she wanted to be the only woman here when she came, but this isn't my home anymore. It's our home." You say as you place your hand over hers. "We decide what to do together. If you want to stay for the day, stay. I'm not going to force you to do anything. I'm not going to hide you. What do you think?"

'I don't wanna make you two having any argument, I will back to my parent's house tomorrow. So after all she could stay with you for a night.' Jihyo seems thinking drinking the wine in glasses is too slow. She takes the bottle and drinks it directly. The wine dripping from her lips is going down to her tits

'Men always want harem do they? No matter Daniel or you, am I doing bad?' Jihyo seems start to be drunk. 'At least I know I am in your heart, so I accept to share you with others.'

"Jihyo, don't drink so quickly." You get up and sit beside her, holding the bottle down. "Jihyo, is that really what you want? Do you want to leave our home? Don't think about Nayeon or any argument that can happen. Be a little selfish, if you want to stay, stay here."

Jihyo grabs the bottle from you again and asks you to drink with her. 'Don't worry, I am not going to drunk so easily.'

'If I am being selfish, I don't want any of them to be with you again. I have to be your wife, I want all of your love and care.'

Jihyo hooks your neck with both of her arms. Every time she speaks, you can feel the smell of alcohol splashing all over your face.

'Am I that bad? I have a good body, and I am not bad at all, right? Why did everyone I date could not just love me only?' Jihyo leans on you even closer, her soft tits pressing you even harder, under the effect of alcohol and her teasing, you feel you are getting hard, your breath becomes heavier, your sight becomes aggressive on her.

The proximity allows Jihyo to feel your change so easily. She smirks loudly and pushes her tits to you even closer. 'My body is really good, right?' Her face is just now right in front of yours. Her smiles on her face are too bright to be ignored.

'My body is not bad at all. A lot of man wants me too.' You could feel you are losing self-control if Jihyo keeps teasing you, but all in a sudden, Jihyo pushes you on the ground and sitting on your lap, her holds your cheek and start kissing you.

You hold onto Jihyo's waist and look into her eyes. "You are beautiful. You have a great body. You're kind and understanding." You lean up as you break apart and cup Jihyo's cheeks. "I love you, Jihyo, and for tonight only you." You say as you kiss her neck and run your hands along her back.

'I will make sure to drain you tonight so nothing will be left for Nayeon tomorrow.' Jihyo says in desperate and sneaks her hands under your clothes, playing your nipples, the itchy feeling makes your body jerk, encourage her to do it harder.

'You are not loving Mommy's tits only. You love mommy playing with your nipples too?'

"Why don't we make you a real mommy tonight? You say as you kiss Jihyo. "I love everything you do." You squeeze Jihyo's ass before moving down to her thighs, "I love every part of you, mommy."

'Let me be a real mommy. Give me every cum you have.' Jihyo leans to kiss you with tongue again. 'Next year we will celebrate the born of our baby.' She starts to undressing you, throwing your clothes all over the dining room.

'Bring me back to the room, I wanna drain you dry on bed tonight.' Jihyo starts playing trick with your cock, rubbing her hand with your tips, forcing you to jerk with the pleasure.

"Let's go make you a mommy." You say as you tighten your grip on her thighs and slowly get up. "We're not gonna stop until you are." You tell her as you carry her to the room. You push open the door and drop her onto the bed, leaving hickeys along her neck.

'No, not here.' Jihyo pins your head on her neck, forcing you to leave more hickeys on her. 'Go to my room, I don't wanna see Mina's things tonight.' You are confused at a second, but when you look around, you could see Mina's things all around the room, from the penguin doll she left here, the pictures of you two and even the lingerie that Mina hangs next to the wardrobe are hinting her existence in the house, just like the female master of the house as she shares the room with you.

'Babe, go to my room please, can you?' Jihyo caresses your cheek and looks right into your eyes. 'I want to be your only one tonight.'

"As you wish." You tell her as you pick her back up and carry her to her room. "You have such nice legs, Jihyo. I love how they feel." You say as you walk into her room. "It’s just you and me." You kiss Jihyo and run your hands along her body.

'I will make sure my thigh lock you deep inside when you cum.' Jihyo smiles as she hears your compliments.

Jihyo keeps kissing you and jerking you at the same time, feeling your hardness in her hands makes she wet. 'Are you ready to be drained by mommy tonight? Moan for mommy baby. I will be your genie tonight.'

You moan Jihyo's name and cup her cheeks before you kiss her. "What do you want to do first, mommy?" You ask as you squeeze her tits gently, moving your thumb around to find her nipple and rubbing it with your thumb as you wait for her to respond. Your knee rests between her legs, right below her pussy.

'Mommy wanna ride my baby boy, mommy wanna milk him hard until he empties his ball.' Jihyo let go of your cock and flip you over before you move.

You could not believe a drunk Jihyo would be so aggressive, she aligns your cock with her clit, slowly rubbing it before starting on you. 'Baby, I am so full. Mommy can feel how hard you are.' Jihyo moans loudly as she starts riding you, she did not even try to hold her moans as no one else is here. 'How much you wanna breed me, what position you want to unlock tonight, tell mommy! Ah!' Jihyo keeps rubbing your nipples with her thumbs, providing a double pleasure to you.

"I don't care anymore. I just want to be deep inside you. I want to put a baby in you, Mommy." You moan as you buck your hips and pull Jihyo into a kiss. "I want to stir up your insides and give you every drop."

Jihyo pushes your down again while keep riding you fiercely, 'Fuck, you are so big, Mommy loves it so much. Ugh! Mommy is going to conquer you little monster today!' Jihyo arcs her back backwards, so she could rides you harder, the circular motion is giving you even more pleasure than the traditional riding, you can feel her walls are drawing circle around your cock, pressing you in every angle.

'Moan louder, baby. Mommy wanna hear your moan, Mommy wants you to beg her.' She holds your hands on her breasts and let you play with them. 'Tell Mommy how much you wanna cum in her.'

You squeeze Jihyo's tits roughly, pinching her nipple between your pointer finger and thumb. "Fuck, I wanna fill you with my baby batter. I want to put a baby inside, mommy." You moan as you buck your hips again. "I want to cum inside you Jihyo."

'Call me mommy, but you need to ready for this baby.' You do not understand what Jihyo is warning you, but the pleasure does not give you time to think, you keep moaning from the riding.

However Jihyo caught you off guard again, her walls become so tight suddenly just she is going to press your cock into a plant, the pleasure nearly pushes you over the edge. 'Do you like it, baby? Mommy clamping her walls?' Jihyo stops the riding and just moves her hips in circular, teasing you but not letting you cum yet.

"I love it, mommy. It feels so good." You lean up and capture Jihyo's nipple, swirling your tongue around the hard bud. "I need to make mommy feel good too." You say before focusing on her nipple. Your hands move down to Jihyo's ass, squeezing her cheeks and giving them a slap.

'Mommy knows you gonna cum soon. Do you want Mommy to clamp her walls again? Beg Mommy to let you cum. Beg me' Jihyo hugging you in her arms, forcing you to suck her tits.

'Yes, bite Mommy, do you want milk? If you cum in Mommy then you may drink next year. Now Beg Mommy.'

You buck your hips, moving your cock around inside her. "Please let me cum, mommy. I want to cum inside you. I want to drink your milk, mommy." You beg as you gently bite her nipple.

'Beg me harder, baby. Beg Mommy like I am your queen.' Jihyo clamps her walls, again bringing you a step to cum, you don't know when did she learn to edge you with her pussy, but you are definitely enjoying it.

'Beg until Mommy satisfied, otherwise you are not going to cum.' Jihyo pulls your head away from her tits and kiss your forehead, the movement of her hips becomes slower, preventing you to cum as you are on the edge for too long.

"Please mommy, please let your baby cum inside you. It's all I want. I want to cum in mommy's pussy." You say begging her to finish you off. You wrap your arms around her back and pull her into you as you continue begging.

'Cum for me, baby. Breed mommy!' Jihyo moans loudly when she approaches her orgasm, she intentionally clamp her walls again, pushing you over the edge at the same time. 'Yes, cum for mommy.' Jihyo moves her hand down to your ball, keep massaging you so you can cum even more.

You hold onto Jihyo's waist and pull her down while you buck your hips wildly. "I'm cumming mommy. I'm cumming!" You moan as you thrust into Jihyo. "Have my baby," You cry out as you feel her walls squeezing your cock.

'Mommy is so full... Mommy is gonna have a baby.' Jihyo whispers.

Her walls are clamping so tight as she wants to milk you, 'Cum every drop to mommy.' The intense orgasm makes you keep cumming in her, not mentioning her hands are playing your balls at the same time. 'Do you like Mommy's new trick?' Jihyo collapses slowly and lays on top of you.

You wrap your arms around Jihyo. "I love it. That was the best." You say before kissing Jihyo. "But I don't think Mommy is going to get pregnant with only one creampie." You slowly roll Jihyo onto her back. "May I mommy?" You say as you push and pull your cock out of her slowly.

You slowly thrusting in Jihyo, however you did not hear the answer you would like to hear. You look up to her and find Jihyo has fall asleep already, still humming your name.

You chuckle and kiss her cheek. "I'm going to push you for falling asleep, Mommy." You grab Jihyo's legs and put her into the seashell position. Pulling out of Jihyo, you leave the tip inside her waited for a second before slamming yourself inside to see if she wakes up.

Jihyo still sleeps calmly even you try to fuck her hard, perhaps she is just too drunk, but this also means she is the food on the table, you could do anything to her, maybe unlocking more than one new positions.

You move Jihyo into the mating press and start thrusting, deciding to get one more orgasm before sleeping with her. You groan, feeling Jihyo's walls remain tightly wrapped around your cock as it pushes deeper into her.

No matter how hard you thrust, Jihyo is still in her sweet dream. However, her walls are still reacting to you normally, everytime your cock gets in, it's wrapping you so tight, making it difficult for you to withdraw from her.

You fucking Jihyo like a driller, the mating press position allows you to push until her deepest part, your hips move like a swing, the sound of your body's clapping is echoing in the room. The excitement of fucking Jihyo in unconscious is too high, you keep groaning her name although she can't hear, her breaths are starting to be heavy, you know you are going to fuck her to the orgasm even she is sleeping.

You continue to pound Jihyo, driving your cock as deep as it will go. "I love you, Jihyo. We'll start a nice big family together." You whisper into her ear, even though she's sleeping. You feel your orgasm coming and speed up. Jihyo's walls clamp down on your cock as she gets close to an orgasm too.

'Born a baby for me, Jihyo!' You moan loudly as you feel the entrance of Jihyo's womb is kissing your tips, and you cannot hold on for any longer. Your cum splash in her womb directly, her walls massaging you with rhythm, seducing you to cum more in her.

After you've poured everything into Jihyo, You roll her over, having her lay on top of you. You move her hair behind her ear and kiss the top of her head. "I love you, Jihyo. Goodnight." You run your hand down her back until you fall asleep with her on your chest.

#minasaiyatis #twice smut #jihyo smut #twice jihyo #twice imagines #female idol smut #girl group smut #kpop smut

[siyooungi]

Pairing: Yunjin x Fem!Reader

Idol: Huh Yunjin (Le Sserafim)

Warning(s): None!

After a long day, you were beyond joyful to retreat back to the comfort of your shared bed with Yunjin. You both were pretty exhausted after practice and couldn’t wait to under the covers. Your bed was your favorite hello and the hardest goodbye.

The other girls were undergoing their night routine by the time you both made it to your room. Well, it was Yunjin’s room but you preferred staying in hers more than half the time so you claimed it as your own, occasionally abandoning your own.

You landed on the bed with your face on the pillow and your girlfriend followed, causing you both to giggle when you turned your heads to face one another. “I am so tired.” Yunjin mumbled, to which you could only hum in response to show her you understood her exhaustion.

“We have to change.” You mentioned after you fell into a short silence, the result of you both nearly drifting off. Your words earned a groan from her as she shoved her face further into her pillow and put her arms under it as a way to hold it. “And we have to remove our makeup..” You added, receiving another groan in response, but this time more dramatic. You couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction and it took all the strength and willpower in you to sit up.

You patted her butt playfully after you noticed she wasn’t bothering to move. “Come on, Jen.” You whined, wanting to get this over with so you both could get back in the bed and actually under the covers. She lifted her head up and looked over at you, squinting. “The quicker we do this, the quicker we’ll be able to fall asleep in each other’s embrace.” You persuaded, to which she immediately flipped over on her back and sat up. A laugh erupted from you and she smiled at the sound.

You both stood up and made your way to the bathroom to take off your makeup. You got there first and the sight of your girlfriend made you grin as you grabbed a makeup wipe. She was watching you through the mirror and you felt her gaze on you, causing you to nudge her with a chuckle.

“Yah, quit staring and remove your makeup so we can go to sleep.” You jokingly scolded before handing her a wipe. “Not my fault you’re so pretty.” She muttered as she took the wipe and started to wipe her face. You side eyed her and she caught it when her attention shifted to you through the mirror, resulting in her releasing her infectious laugh.

As soon as you finished removing your makeup, you brushed your teeth rather quickly. You went to spit and you turned your head to side, locking eyes with your girlfriend. She grimaced at the sight and you couldn’t help but giggle. You wiped your mouth and leaned back up just to see her starting to brush her teeth.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower.” You notified her as you turned on the water, earning a nod in response. You waited a little before putting your hand in the water to check the temperature. Once it was warm enough for you, you began undressing. You felt eyes on you and turned your head, being met with your girlfriend drooling. It was from her spitting out toothpaste, but also to add effect to how she felt about the sight she saw through the mirror.

“You are something else.” You shake your head in amusement as you watched her smile before wiping her mouth. “We can save more water if I join you.” She suggested as a knowing look made its way onto her face. You hopped in the shower and laughed at her words.

“No funny business, Jennifer.” You tell her as you turn away from her to enjoy the warm water. “Yeah yeah..” She waved you off dismissively before taking off her clothes and joining you.

You both helped wash each other and stole kisses every now and then, but it was mainly Yunjin’s doing. You stepped out before her and wrapped a towel around you, waiting for her. She came out shortly after and you handed another towel to her.

Exiting the bathroom and making your way to the closet, you looked for some pajama pants and one of her hoodies. She watched you from the doorway with a smile on her face. Once you were dressed, she then made her way into the closet to put on clothes. You hopped on the bed and got underneath the covers, relishing in the warm and coziness it provided. Not as comforting as Yunjin’s embrace, but that would be solved eventually.

She retreated from the closet and jumped on the bed, landing in a starfish position. One of her arms landed on your waist, causing you to let out a groan at the impact. She rolled over onto her back and looked over at you. “Are you ready to go to sleep, my love?” She asked, to which you rolled on your side to face her and nodded tiredly.

She scooted up to lift the covers from underneath her and cover herself before getting comfortable. You watched her every move up until she leveled with you and turned off the light radiating from the bedside lamp.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

You hummed in response as you prepared to turn over and face the other way, earning a light hit on the shoulder. “Say it back..” She mumbled, to which you scooted impossibly closer to her and kissed her cheek before whispering in her ear,

“Goodnight, my love.”

It didn’t take long for you both to fall asleep, especially you since you were out like a light by the time Yunjin could ask for some cuddles. She would always get them anyways, whether you were asleep or not.

The moonlight painted a soft glow on the room, as the two of you laid peacefully in shared dreams, intertwined in a comfortable silence. The rhythmic melody of your synchronized breathing echoed through the stillness. Time slipped away, marked only by the occasional shifting of covers and the gentle murmur of night.

As dawn tiptoed into the room, a golden hue began to embrace the space. The first light of morning gently kissed your faces, casting a warm, ethereal glow. A subtle change in the atmosphere stirred you from slumber. In return, your slight movement created a ripple effect, slowly awakening your girlfriend. The room, once cloaked in the quiet of night, now hummed with the promise of a new day.

But the peace that resonated in the room would be swiftly interrupted by knocks at the door. Groaning at the noise, you rolled over on the side and sandwiched your head between your pillow. “Who is it?” Yunjin groggily questioned as she wiped her tired eyes, sitting up slightly. The unknown person didn’t bother to answer before cracking the door open, revealing it to be Chaewon.

“Both of you need to be up and ready in ten minutes.” She stated, but it felt like she was talking to a wall based off of Yunjin’s blank expression and you not bothering to remove the pillow. You could still hear, but you didn’t want her to know that. “We’ll be out shortly..” Yunjin mumbled loud enough for the brunette to hear all the way from the bedroom door, waving her free hand dismissively. Chaewon uttered something under her breath before exiting the room and closing the door behind her.

“Is she gone?” You inquired, your voice sounding muffled from the pillow. Yunjin hummed and draped an arm around your waist, snuggling closer. You returned the pillow to its resting position and sighed out of relief before turning to your girlfriend. She sent you a sleepy smile, which you couldn’t help but smile at. She was too cute, especially in the morning.

You leaned in for a kiss but the moment was interrupted when you both heard Chaewon shout from the other side of the door. “Yah! Both of you hurry up and get ready!” A laughing fit erupted between the two of you, with Yunjin throwing her head back on the pillow.

Not wanting to your leader to burst into the room, she untangled herself from around you and got up. “Yah!” She mimicked Chaewon’s shout as she made her way to the bathroom, to which you couldn’t help but giggle.

“I heard that!”

Yunjin poked her head out and you both looked at each other with shocked expressions before bursting out laughing again. She would definitely get a look from Chaewon when you both stepped out.

#fem reader #le sserafim #le sserafim yunjin #yunjin imagines #yunjin x reader #kpop #kpop girl groups #lesserafim x reader #lesserafim imagines #lesserafim scenarios #siyooungi

[ch4osworld]

THE PASSENGER

Chapter 4

Word count:1124 @cherry-4200 @adaizel

Yeaaaah finally chapter 4! I hope you'd like this one. I actually managed to put more effort into it so yeah

"Ehy bitch!" Lucifer exclaimed, a nervous look clearly evident on his face. A few seconds have passed as she was announcing whatever she had to announce to him, in an instant his face contorted from an anxious one to a happy one "YOU ARE INVINTING ME TO SEE YOU. YES I'LL SEE YA THERE BYE I LOVE YOU" he ended the call, as he stared at you , eyes shining with excitement "MY DAUGHTER INVITED ME TO SEE HER Y/N! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!" He burst, going out of the pool and getting dressed "Yes, Luci, I heard you while you were on call you know?" You answered, following him outside "Do you want to come too? It's been a while since you saw her in person too, i am sure she'll be happy to see you" "No thank you, it would be good for you two to have some farther-daughter moment alone. I am fine just in here" "Are you sure? Come on you know you want to see her" he coaxed "I couldn't be more positive about it" "Well ok then, i'll see ya later" he finishes, giving you a smirk and kissing your hand as a final goodbye. Oh he was such a tease. You loved him so so much, you desperatly wanted to ask him out, but the ring on his finger was a constant reminder of the things you could have done there in heaven. If only you wouldn't have been so coward, maybe, just maybe, he would be yours now. You walked through the castle, the white of the walls contrasting perfectly with the f/c of your clothes, dirty of blood that you weren't able to wash away, a looming sensation watches over you, a feeling of sorrow drowned you, as you knew something would have happened to you, one day. Not that you could do something about it, but when that moments will come, may the root of all evil have mercy on you.

A finger traced on your arm, as your nail went deep into your flesh, almost scarlet blood flow to your hand. Your blood was a constant reminder of the holyness you were slowly losing the more you lived in this gruesome place. Even being free from the fruit of knowledge of good and evil couldn't save you from slowly corrupting yourself, as sin was spreading all over you. You wondered what would have happened if you decided to accept his offer, what would have happened if you ate the apple.

"Dear, don't you want free will?" "I have already free will, you're a fool if you think I would disobey God like this. What would this make me gain?" "You don't seem like having free will to me, come on, I never saw you doing anything you actually wanted to do" "oh yes you did, many times in fact, the only things I want to do is to submit to God and to obey my husband" "Or is it really? Do you know what this could give you?" "Enlighten me, Lucifer, isn't this what your name means?" "This could give you more than you already have. More sensations, more experiences. You've never felt the lust of the flesh, the feeling of shame, don't you want to be complete? Don't you want to feel whole?" "Such a foolish reason, i don't need lust, i don't need shame, i don't need more experiences" "You are so stubborn, that's what I like about you. I hope one day you'll be able to understand why i am doing this. Now i shall go, my dear, duties are waiting" he said, a kiss planted on your forehead. He was such a moron, that's why you loved him, if God knew what he was trying to make you do, and what he already made you do, oh the things that would happen to him. You wouldn't be able to bear it, no one shall ever know.

You reached the comfort of your bedroom, a single red eye watching over you. You glared back, coldly. You knew too well who that belonged to, you knew you would be her next victim, even so, you didn't dare to say a thing to Lucifer. You cared too much about him, you didn't want him to worry for you too, he had already enough problems. You laid back on your bed, the eye following your every movement as it was studying you, trying to decipher your every secret. A strong feeling of death engulfed you, the more the eye stared at you the more it amplified. After some minutes you got too anguished by it to continue to stay in there, you decided to exit and go into Lucifer's room instead, it wasn't far from yours. As you entered the first thing you noticed where the big piles of rubber ducks, two campturing your eyes. It was you and him, in a little duck version, how cute. You sat on his bed, looking at the photos hung on the walls, it was mostly him and his family, but right in the middle, there was a protrait of you. The first ever of the many there were made. He promised you he would have throw it away because you thought you looked ugly in it, yet he didn't. You remeber that when you shamefully showed it to him his eyes lit up, he said you were perfect. He was so sweet to you, still is. Maybe in a few months you'll be able to confess to him, maybe he loved you too. Yes, you were sure of it, you were going to declare your love to him, possibly before the next exetermination. As you were thinking about what you would do, you felt Lucifer coming to his room, he was back already? You managed to get out just in time, before seeing him with a worries expression on his face "Luci? What happened? Did something go wrong?" "It's just that, my daughter is going to go on a meeting with heaven and i am just so worried. You know how heaven can be" "Yes, i know, but she is a smart woman, i am sure she'll be able to handle it yeah?" "I guess your right, i hope she'll be fine..." "she will, don't worry" you finishes, inviting him to an embrace. He didn't think twice to ingulf you whole, taking out his wings to seclude you two from no one since you were alone. In that instant all your hollow thoughts were soon forgotten, as all you ever wanted, all you ever needed was here, in your arms. That's just all that matters, for words are unecessary, words can do more harm than there already is.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel x reader #fem!reader #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader

[melanieph321]

Omg i loved your last scenario! Could you do more of this dad Ruben concept please? It’s so cute 🥺

Ofc 😚

Ruben Dias x Reader - Daddy's Dreams

Summary - Ruben gets carried away teaching football to his four year old son.

Enjoy!

Ever since the day Ruben found out that you were having a son, he had been over the moon. Fast forward to the future, he assured you that he wouldn't become one of those parents to live out their dreams through their children.

"Baby, how could I possible live out my dream of becoming a professional football player, when I am one? My biggest dreams have already come true."

"Just don't get carried away." You used to say.

It was Sunday morning when you and your son were flipping pancakes in the kitchen. Ruben entered the room with a huge smile on his face.

"Come on buddy, let's go out and play some ball."

Your four year old son peaked up at his dad and then turned to you.

"Go with daddy." You winked.

"Yes, come on buddy, let's go out and play!"

"My hands." He held up his flour stained hands.

"No worries, we'll get you washed up before we go. Say goodbye to Mommy"

He waved "Bye Mommy."

Ruben had the whole day planned out. He brought your son to the Ethiad Stadium, for inspiration of course. He made him do some basic defending drills, however, he really struggled with those. Dribbling wasn't his strong suit either. He stumbled on the ball rather than shooting it to Ruben who stood waiting on the goalie line.

"Daddy,  I don't want to play football anymore."

It was later, during the drive home, that Ruben was hit with a harsh reality check.

"No?" A nightmare, Ruben thought. "W...what would you rather be doing then?"

Your son yawned "I don't know, make pancakes with Mommy?"

Ruben sighed. He was a bit embarrassed as well. Your son was only four. Whatever he wanted to do in life would come to him naturally. Football or not, Ruben and you would love him the same.

"I see." He smiled. "Well, let's go home and make pancakes with Mommy then!"

"Yay!"

#fanfiction #man city #manchester city #football imagine #ruben dias #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #footballer imagine #football x reader #football

[mountttmase]

A Mountain To Climb: The Sequel

Chapter Seven

Note - happy Wednesday all 🩷 it seem like years since the last chapter but I really hope you enjoy slightly silly Mase is this one 🥺 he’s so precious I love him but yeah any feedback would be greatly appreciated and thank you 😘

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 5.3k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut and angst

Masterlist

‘Am I dead?’ Mason asked, his voice slightly croaky. It was the first thing he’d said to you since waking up and you felt the panic wash through you thinking there might be something wrong. Before you had a chance to speak or ask what was happening, Masons dad was laughing at him, shaking his head as he took a few steps over to his son.

‘No you’re not dead you pillock. Why would you think that?’

‘Why is there an angel next to me then?’ He loudly whispered, he gaze meeting yours and even though his was drugged up to the eyeballs you could tell he was a little unsure of what was going on. That didn’t stop you from blushing though as his parents laughed even harder and Mason became even more confused.

‘Wait, do you not remember who I am?’ You asked, a slight panic in your voice as you got a bit closer to him, his far off stare not really helping but the warm ditzy smile that spread across his face made you realise he was just playing.

‘I know you. You’re the love of my life’ he confirmed, reaching for you but all the wires he was attached to wouldn’t let him get too far so you approached him carefully and gently brushed the hair out of his face. Smiling as his eyes fluttered at your touch before looking up at you seriously. ‘Have I still got my balls?’

‘I should think so’ you laughed, look up to see him mum looking down at him with a disappointed expression whilst his dad tried to hold in a laugh.

‘How you feeling now Mase?’ Debbie asked gently, tapping him on the calf and he looked over at her with a goofy smile, almost as if he wasn’t sure she’d been there and he was pleased to see her before he shrugged his shoulders and scratched his belly.

‘I’m hungry and a bit sleepy’

‘Well when the meds wear off and you’ve had a nap we’ll get you home and see what you can eat’

‘What do you fancy?’ You asked, your hand still combing through his hair as he looked up at you in deep thought.

‘I’d love a burger’

‘Are you sure you’re gonna be alright with him?’ Debbie asked you, clearly worried for her son due to the state he was in but you didn’t get time to answer her as he was huffing and puffing in protest.

‘I can still hear you know? They didn’t remove my ears whilst I was out’

‘How do you know?’ You asked him, watching his eyes widen as he hurriedly reached up to feel the sides of his head in hopes his ears were attached. His face relaxing once he felt them before you looked up to Debbie’s worried face. ‘I’ll be fine, I promise. You guys get some sleep I can take it from here’

‘And you’ll call when he’s ready to come home?’

‘Of course’

‘Come on Debs, let’s go we’ve been here for hours. I’m sure Y/n can look after him for a little while’ Tony winked before they both said their goodbyes to the pair of you and made their way back to Masons house.

You understood Debbie’s worry, this was the first time she’d left her baby after an operation and you knew she wanted to mother him but they’d been at the hospital for hours without any rest and you promised to take it in shifts being with him whilst he was recovering in hospital before taking him home where they would be staying for a night or two before they’d trusted you to look after him on your own. It felt like a huge responsibility and rather that sit and worry at the hospital whilst Mason was having the procedure, you’d been home prepping the house for theirs and Masons return to ease some of your nerves. Debbie had text you as soon as he was back and he’d been awake for about ten minutes already when you got there but you could see the tiredness start to creep in.

Seeing him awake in bed made you feel lighter than you thought it would of and you took a seat next to him on the end he of his bed so you could hold his hand, causing him to look up at you with a smile and even though he was still a little dazed you could see the love behind his eyes.

‘Why don’t you take a nap’ you whispered to him but he dropped his lip in protest, causing your heart to break slightly.

‘But you’ve only just got here. I’ll miss you’

‘I’ll be right here waiting, I promise’ you told him, stroking over his hand to try and relax him before reaching down to place a light kiss his lips. He smiled up at you, a content hum coming from his lips as you pulled back

‘Hey, y/n?’

‘Yes love?’

‘They taped my dick to my tummy and I think it’s still up there’ he told you, the pain killers clearly removing any sort of filter he had and you had to hold in a laugh as he shut his eyes and got settled.

‘Okay, Mase. Just… go to sleep’ you told him quietly, sliding off the bed but keeping your hand in his as you watched him drift off. All you could think about was how much of a pain in the arse he was but he was your pain in the arse and watching him sleep so peacefully made your eyes sting. You knew it was only a small procedure and in reality he would be fine but you’d never had a loved one in this position and it had freaked you out a bit. However seeing him okay after all of it calmed you and soon after he shut his eyes you let yourself drift off with him for 20 minutes.

Mason was in an out of sleep for an hour or two as the medication wore off but when the doctor came to do his rounds he was happy enough to discharge Mason later that night. His parents came back to pick you up around 9pm and you carefully got him into the back of the car to take him home.

You had work the next day so you left mason with his parents to be babied for the day but you loved coming home to dinner made for you by his mum and you sat on the sofa with Masons arms around you to the point it was a bit difficult to eat.

‘Come on Mase, give the girl some room’ Tony laughed and you felt Mason peel away from you shyly so you kissed his cheek and held his hand whilst eating with other. You loved that Mason was touchy you you didn’t want him to ever feel that his affections weren’t allowed or that he was overbearing and the small smile he gave you let you know he appreciated the fact you didn’t mind him touching you. If anything you were happy to be next to be next to him after worrying about him all day.

‘I bet you’re happy you’ve got the rest of the week off’ Debbie smiled as she took a seat, joining the rest of you and you nodding whilst finishing off what you had in your mouth.

‘Yeah, although I’m guessing the work doesn’t stop here huh?’ You laughed, looking down at Mason who laughed before nuzzling into your arm.

You were wrong though, asides from reminding him about his medication and having to get up and down to get him snacks and drinks, he was relatively easy to look after and soon enough Masons parents were packing up to leave.

‘Debbie?’ You quietly asked, stopping her in her tracks as you both let Tony go and pack the car up so the two of you were left alone at the front door. ‘I know it must be hard for you to leave him here with me when you’re used to looking after him but I promise I’ll take good care of him’ you told her, watching a wave of emotion roll over her features before pulling you into a tight hug.

‘I know you will, love. The no one else I’d leave him with apart from you’ she told you honestly, the pair of you looking at each other with glossy eyes as you pulled apart. ‘Now you call if you need absolutely anything. We’ll be here as quick as we can’

‘I will I promise’ you told her, both laughing at how emotional the other was before you quickly said goodbyes and you waved them off from the door. Once back inside you were rushing back to Mason but he was almost asleep again, the feeling of your presence alarming him and he looked around until he saw you so he could pull you over to join him. ‘We’re do you want me, Mase?’

He sat up a tiny bit, patting the space by his head for you to sit and once you had he rested his head in your lap, grabbing your hand and putting it straightaway into his hair so you could scratch over his scalp and you laughed at his neediness. Not that you could deny him in his current state as you just wanted to make him feel comfortable and loved.

‘Thank you for looking after me, I love you’ he mumbled, settling into your touch as you leant down to kiss his nose, whispering you loved him too as the corners of his lips curved up slightly.

You’d never really looked after another human before, apart from yourself, but Mason seemed content enough. Getting stronger as each day passed and when you got to the end of the week he was practically back to normal. The both of you were sat in the garden so you could enjoy the sun whilst you had lunch when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

‘Who’s that love?’

‘Just freya, she’s asking how you are’

‘Oh that’s nice. When are you seeing her next?’

‘Well I was going to have dinner with her tomorrow but your operation threw everything up in the air a bit’ you laughed and he looked at you with a confused expression.

‘You can still go baby, I’m fine I promise’

‘I’m not leaving you on your own for the night’ you told him

‘You won’t be, Woody was talking about coming over tomorrow and you deserve some time away from me. You’ve been looking after me all week, love. I’ll be alright I promise’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Very sure. In fact, why don’t you ask her to come stay? You can hang out here if you’re worried that much and I can get you booked in at that restaurant you wanna go to in town so you can stay close’

‘But we were meant to go there together’

‘Just think of it as you scoping the place out first’ he laughed before pulling you into him. ‘Please baby, you deserve a treat’

‘You sure you’re not just trying to get rid of me’

‘Of course not’ he laughed, kissing your head. ‘I’m just making sure you’re looking after yourself and not just me’

‘I don’t know, Mase’

Mason huffed, standing up and grabbing your plates to take inside and you used the free time to text Freya back but she didn’t seem to want to reply until Mason got back and your phone started blowing up

‘Mason…’

‘Hush up. You’ve looked after me all week, let me look after you’ he told you, linking your fingers together before he laid his head back to catch some sun.

It was 2pm the next day when Freya arrived, and you couldn’t lie you were happy that she was there, pulling you into hug immediately and you felt your eyes brim with tears. Fraya had only moved back recently and you’d hung out a few times but this was the first time you hung out properly and after the week you’d had worrying over Mason you couldn’t wait to decompress and have some girl talk.

‘Here she is’ Mason cheered as he caught sight of the pair of you, joining in on your hug as he wrapped his arms around you both so you were all bundled together until you pulled away with a laugh.

‘Thanks for letting me stay Mason, it’s beautiful here’

‘You’re welcome. I can take your bag up for if you want’ he offered but she shook her head with a laugh.

‘Don’t be silly, I’ve got it’

‘Come on I’ll help’ you told her

‘Fine, I see how it is. I’m going to take a nap’ he huffed, walking back into the living room dramatically and you let him go so you could take Freya up to the spare room.

‘Shall we do your nails on the dining table? You can keep your eye on Mason then’ she asked, and you nodded your head, thankful she understood you.

‘Sorry I must look like a right melon, I bet he’s fine now but I’m still a bit worried’

‘Of course not. It’s hard seeing someone you love like that so i get it. He’s probably used to having you nearby too’ she smiled, reassuring you more than you thought you needed to be before you made your way back to where Mason was.

‘Missing me already huh?’ He laughed quietly and you dropped a quick kiss on his head as you walked passed which caused him to smile at you shyly.

‘Nah, she just doesn’t trust you enough to leave you on your own for five minutes’ Freya told him and he shrugged his shoulders in agreement.

‘Probably a wise choice’ he laughed before getting himself settled under his blanket.

You sat facing Mason, your eyes constantly flickering over to him as Freya sorted your nails out for you. Once she was done she smiled at you funny and you furrowed your brows at her, questioning why she was looking at you like that.

‘You really love him, dont you?’ She asked you seriously but you could see the small smile on her face and the question made you blush furiously. You couldn’t get any words out which was weird to you as you we’re usually so open with Freya but you could only nod as you averted your eyes to your hands. ‘I can tell. Considering I never thought this would happen It’s so lovely to see’

‘I never did thank you for stepping in and giving me a talking to when you did’ you laughed, finally looking up at her again. ‘So thank you. I really needed that push’

‘I know you did, that’s why I stuck my big nose in’ she laughed. ‘But i really am so happy for you’

‘Thank you Frey’ you whispered, both standing up to pull each other into a hug but the sound of Mason getting up made the pair of you look over in his direction. He was still half asleep, the left side of his cheek indented by the pillow whilst his hair looked mad but you swore you’d never seen anything more beautiful. The look he was giving you though made you both laugh as you clung to the other.

‘I don’t even wanna know’ he mumbled, stumbling out the room and towards the bathroom.

The pair of you spent the rest of the afternoon catching up until you figured it would be a good time to get ready for dinner. It wasn’t like where you were going was anywhere too fancy but you couldn’t remember the last time you got dressed up properly and you knew the two of you talking would only make you take even longer.

Once you were both done, you made you way back downstairs to see Woody already sat on the sofa and you gave him an enthusiastic wave as he smiled up at you.

‘Hey Woody. Where’s Mase gone?’

‘Holy shit balls’ you suddenly heard to the left of you and your turned to find Mason looking at you with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. ‘You look incredible’ he breathed whilst making his way over and you playfully rolled your eyes at Woody.

‘I think I found him’ you laughed as Mason came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist before kissing your check multiple time. ‘Mase’ you giggled, trying to slink away but he just held you tighter. ‘Freya, come here and say hello to Woody’ you called and you watched his face change as she entered the room. The same look on his face when he saw the picture of her you’d showed him after Masons game.

‘Ah, wood chop. Nice to finally meet you’ she smiled and thankfully Woody laughed at his new nickname.

‘You too. Ive heard a lot about you’

‘All bad I hope’ she winked, causing you to laugh as you tried to pull away from Mason but he was having none of it.

‘Come on, Mase. We need to go in a sec’ you told him quietly but he held you tighter, moving his lips to your neck as you giggled at his clinginess.

‘Sorry baby, but you’re making things tough for me’ he laughed before starting to release you.

‘Ubers outside’ Freya called and you quickly turned to give Mason a kiss before walking out, ruffling Woodys hair as you walked passed.

‘I’ll text you, yeah? And call me if you need anything. If you don’t feel well I-‘

‘Will you go’ Mason laughed as he pushed you to the door and you raised you brow as you laughed at his sudden change of heart. ‘We’ll be fine, we’re just gonna play some games and order some food. Forget about me for a bit yeah?’

‘Never’ you winked, giving him one last kiss as you were pulled out of the door.

True to his word, Mason had managed to get you a table at the new restaurant you’d been dying to try and the waitress started off by letting you know Mason would be picking up the bill so Freya ordered two cocktails before telling you everything she wanted to order claiming it’s what Mason would of wanted.

‘He’s not dead, Frey. Jesus Christ’ you laughed but she was right. He’d only moan at you for not treating yourself so you ordered way more than you needed, knowing you could take it home as the boys would probably be peckish.

It felt nice to be out doing normal things. Not that you didn’t love spending time with Mason but spending all day at home worrying about him, worrying about if he was in pain or not and then doing all of the house work he couldn’t do on top was exhausting. But sat here with Freya as you gossiped about people from work and just generally caught up on each others lives was zapping life back into you.

You did cave and send him a cheeky text whilst she was talking to the waitress about the dessert specials but he was quick to let you everything was fine and they were still playing a few games.

You were full to burst by the end of it, barely able to get yourself into the Uber home but it was later than you though and you desperately wanted to back next to Mason again so you both forced yourself up. Both a little tipsy but nowhere near as bad as you usually were.

You called out for Mason as soon as you got the door open and you followed his voice to where you left him. A sleepy smile on his face and a beanie now on his head as he looked at you, dropping his controller instantly so he could open his arms for you and you fell into him as carefully as you could.

‘Hello baby, did you have a nice time?’ He asked, voice slightly muffled by your neck and he just about felt you nod, kissing your neck in response before you pulled back to look at each other. Missing his face after a few hours apart before he snuggled back into you. His arms around your waist as he placed his head onto your chest and you could help but push the hat off to feel his hair however you weren’t prepared for what you were met with next.

‘What the hell, Mason’ you laughed, grabbing him by his jaw so he’d look at you properly ’wheres your hair gone?’

‘Woody gave me a buzzcut’ he smiled before his face dropped a little. ‘Do you not like it?’

‘It’s not that’ you laughed, eyes scanning his face and you couldn’t help but notice how his features seemed to be lifted and his eyes even bigger. ‘It’s just a shock that’s all. Didn’t think you’d trust Woody anywhere near your hair’

‘He makes a convincing argument’ he smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back. ‘Ever since the surgery it’s just been getting on my nerves and in my eyes so we thought we’d give it a go’

‘Well you’re still as beautiful as ever’ you told him quietly, dropping a kiss on his nose as he blushed.

‘What game are you guys playing?’ Freya asked as she took a seat next to Woody and she squealed with excitement as he told her. ‘Mount, are you still playing?’ She questioned, noticing how Woody was now winning as Mason had abandoned the game so he could hold you but he passed his controller over to her immediately so she could take over. Freya was as competitive as they come and was soon enough giving Woody a run for his money which he wasn’t very happy about.

You could feel Masons breathing slowly change, looking down to see him asleep on your chest and you felt your heart flutter at the sight of him. Stroking his cheek gently as you kissed the tip of his nose which caused him to stir slightly.

‘I’m gonna take this one up to bed if that’s alright’ you told them quietly as Mason woke up a bit more. ‘Will you two be alright?’

‘Yeah, don’t worry about us. We can sort ourselves out’ Freya told you, still focused on the game and Woody just nodded so you carefully pulled Mason up and walked him upstairs where you helped him get undressed and into bed before getting yourself ready to join him. By the time you were done he was sound asleep again, facing away from you so you crawled in next to him and wrapped your arms around his middle to spoon him before drifting off yourself.

The next morning you were awake before Mason and you didn’t have the heart to wake him up just yet so you quickly grabbed your phone from the night stand to catch up on everything you’d missed when no more than 30 seconds later a text from Freya came through.

You didn’t receive a reply but you saw the door open ever so slightly and Freya’s head pop around before she crept in and shut the door behind her.

‘What the hell Frey?’ You laughed as quietly as you could as she snuck over to the bed and gently got in next to you, both laughing your heads off but trying to keep quiet so Mason didn’t wake up.

‘Just because you share a bed with a boy now doesn’t mean I get to miss out on our morning chats’ she told you quietly and you pushed you face into the pillow to try and stop laughing too loudly.

The pair of your normally shared a bed or a room whenever you stayed together and you always reserved your morning to catch up on the night before. A tradition Freya clearly didn’t want to give up and you were thankful for Masons massive bed so the pair of you could scoot over away from him a little bit and hopefully not wake him him up with your gossiping. You’d been talking for a little bit until the topic changed to the night before.

‘What time did you go to bed last night?’

‘I think we headed up at like 1:30 in the end’ Freya told you and you picked up on her words instantly.

‘We huh?’ You teased and she rolled her eyes playfully at you but the blush on her cheeks let you know something was going on. ‘You minx, did you guys do it? Please don’t tell me you didn’t do it on the sofa cause I’ll have to get that cleaned’

‘Shut up’ she laughed, head falling into the pillow before looking back at you with even redder cheeks. ‘I didn’t fuck him, y/n. What do you take me for’

‘Well-‘

‘No, don’t answer that’ she huffed and you bit your lip to hold your giggles in. ‘We played a few games, I made us a drink and we sat outside and talked for a bit’

‘Aww’ you cooed, reaching out to tickle her slightly but she batted you off. ‘Did you get cold and he gave you his hoodie’ you teased and you could tell by the look on her face that he had. ‘Oh I love this so much’

‘Shut up’ she grumbled, attempting to hide her face but you pulled her hands away whilst laughing. ‘He’s sweet. And he was nice to me’

‘Did you kiss?’

‘Not exactly’

‘What does that mean?’ You laughed, trying to hold your excitement in so Mason didn’t wake up but you were far too invested in Freya’s story.

‘Well, when he walked me to my room he kissed my cheek before he went to his’ you told you and you’d never seen her so shy.

‘If Mason wasn’t asleep right now you know I’d be screaming’ you told her, both erupting into quiet giggles until you felt Mason stirring behind you.

You both froze as he rolled over, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulled you to him but the sound of both of you laughing caused Mason to snap his eyes open, his eyes immediately on Freya and you felt his body go stiff against yours.

‘Good morning sunshine, how did you sleep?’ Freya asked him playfully as you tried to hold your laughs in before turning you head to look at him. ‘I know it’s not everyday you wake up with two beautiful ladies in your bed but don’t be afraid’

‘What the fuck is happening’ he asked sleepily, eyes glancing down to you but you could see the slight smile on his lips.

‘Sorry baby, we were just having a chat’ you explained and he nodded before settling back down behind you. ‘We can head out if you’d like’

‘Its fine. Just pretend I’m not here’ he said quietly before kissing the back of your neck so he could go back to sleep.

The pair of you continued chatting for another half an hour or so until you could feel Masons tummy rumbling against you and you decided to wake him up so you could make him some breakfast. As soon as Woody walked into the kitchen you felt the dynamic shift and Mason looked at you with wide eyes as he caught on to what might be happening as Woody took a seat next to Freya.

‘Please tell me they didn’t have sex last night. Like I’m not against it but I’m not cleaning woody’s spunky sheets’

‘They didn’t have sex, Mase’ you laughed, both hiding behind the door of the fridge so you could talk in secret. ‘But they were up for a few hours talking last night and apparently he kissed her cheek’

‘Soft bastard’

‘Go sit with them’ you laughed but he just held you tighter to his body. ‘I’ll bring your food over in a sec’

‘No I’m scared. I’m staying with you’ he laughed until you heard Woody calling Mason over.

‘Oi, what are you doing in the fridge?’

‘I’m helping make breakfast’ he lied before you gently nudged him away and he reluctantly made his way over to them. You could head Woody gushing about much better Freya was to play against, not listening to Masons excuses of him still being a sick man and his hand was straight in yours when you finally took a seat next to him. ‘You still think I’m great don’t you baby’ he smiled, kissing your nose as he squeezed your fingers.

‘Always’ you smiled and before long Freya excused herself to go to the loo. Woody looked like a deer caught in headlights as you both turned to face him, a deep blush on his cheeks as he knew what you were both thinking.

‘Look, before you say anything, it’s not what it looks like. Nothings happened or whatever-‘

‘Woody, it’s fine’ you laughed, giving him a reassuring smile but you weren’t prepared for Mason to be bad cop in this situation.

‘You don’t have to explain anything, but I swear to god mate you hurt her even a tiny bit it won’t be her you need to worry about’ he told him, gesturing to you. ‘Freya’s a good girl and she’s always stuck up for me so just keep that in mind’ he said seriously and even though it was making you laugh that mason was being protective it also made you extremely happy that he was looking out for the people closest to you.

‘Ignore him Woody, I think you’re very cute together. You’ll be good for her she needs someone to soften her up’

‘You two are unbelievable’ Woody laughed, standing up so he could grab himself come cereal out of the cupboard and you couldn’t ignore the way he grabbed two bowls.

‘Thank you’ you whispered to Mason but he looked back at you with a confused stare. ‘For looking out for Freya’

‘You don’t need to thank me’ he smiled, his face softening as he kissed your forehead. ‘It’s nothing’

‘I know it’s normal to you but it’s special to me you’ explained, leaning forward to connect your lips together for a soft kiss but Mason had other ideas, pulling you into him further and holding you by your jaw so you wouldn’t pull away until you heard a scoff from in front of you. Looking up to see Freya picking up hers and woody’s cups of tea.

‘You fancy going in the other room, Woody? I cant be expected to eat here and try and keep my breakfast down while they’re sucking face’ she joked, the pair of you laughing as they walked out, leaving you on your own.

‘Finally, thought they’d never leave’ Mason laughed, pulling your face back to his so he could kiss you again.

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Post-Workout

Sypnosis: Jey pulls up to the house after his long workout with his brothers. He originally planned to be home at an earlier time to help the Reader prepare dinner, but it has been over two hours since. In order to make up for it, he bought her flowers and her favorite candy to sweeten her up for his lateness while also laying down another surprise for her.

Characters/ Pairings: Jey Uso x Reader, Jey Uso x Black Reader, Jey Uso x OC, Jey Uso x Black OC, Jey Uso x Y/N

Word Count: 2,688

Warnings: Cursing, WAP, a little bump and grind, creamy glizzy, and some good ole luvin’

Author’s Note: Hello my loves! It has been a while since I’ve written something so I decided to surprise yall with something short and sweet to read over the weekend. Enjoy 😊

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“Aight y’all, I gotta hit the road” Jey says to his brothers after placing down the weights and moving towards the lockers to get his gym bag. 

“Already? Bro we just started” Jimmy chuckles. 

The boys planned to do a quick 3-hour session in, but then 3 hours quickly turned into 5, due to their competitive nature. Jimmy and Solo stopped their routine and stood up from their machines as they watched their brother gather his things. 

“Uce it's just 30 more minutes. It won’t take long” Solo spoke out. 

“Nah man, I gotta go. I promised y/n that I’d be home like 2 hours ago.” Jey responded to them heading in their direction.

“Maaan she goin be aight, we just got finish up this one last set-”

“Listen, yall can get it done without me, aight, I really gotta go. Plus I promised her” 

Jey said to his brothers as hugged them goodbye and sprinted tothe front of the gym.

“Uggggh, fine. But you owe us!” Jimmy said.

“I know, I’ll see y’all later, Love u!” he shouted as he opened the gym’s door.

“Love you too!” They both shouted back.

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Jey realized how late it was getting and knew that he was going to have to make up for it big time. As he drove out of the gym's parking lot and headed down the main road, he pulled out his phone to give you quick call.

“Hey baby,” he said with such softness.

“Well Well, look who finally called. I was wondering when I was gonna get my husband back” you giggled on the other line.

“Look baby, I am on my way home now, aight. Imma be there in about 15-20 minutes tops.” He responded. 

“Mmhmm you said that, lemme check. about 3 whole hours ago.”

“I know I know I know things just got outta hand at the gym, you know competitive me and my brothers are plus we-” He stopped for a moment as he sat at the stoplight staring at the Target sign that lit up just a few miles down the road. 

“You know what baby, on second thought, make it 30 minutes.”

“THIRTY MINUTES?!?! Why?”

“ Don’t worry, I gotta surprise for you okay, just be ready when I get home.” 

You let out a deep negro sigh.

“Okay, just please come home safe, love” you ended the call. 

You wondered why he was so hesitant to end the call. Hoping that it was an actual surprise and that nothing actually happened to him on his commute home. You got up from the couch and entered the kitchen, looking at the mess you made from the meal you prepared. A small wave of sadness flooded you as you set aside his plate of food. The food looked amazing and came out great, hell it would’ve been perfect if he was here to enjoy it. You and Jey agreed that after his workout session, he’d come straight home and help make dinner, together. Like you always do with him, but sometimes things don’t work out as planned. And that’s okay, but when becomes a frequent occurrence, things start to change.

It’s not that you don’t mind your husband working and getting the things that need to be done, it’s just that some days you want him all to yourself. You want to feel his presence, his love, and warmth but due to the change in his schedule things have been quite difficult. You started to miss your man more often and try to spend every second with him as much as possible. 

After washing the dishes and putting dinner away, you swept up the kitchen making it as clean as possible. As you headed towards the staircase, you heard the machine for the garage door, open, indicating that your man has finally reached home. Excited as you are, you rushed towards the garage eager to grab the doorknob. But it sprung open before you could even get the chance. Jey’s beautiful face pierced out from the doorway. 

“IM HOMEEE!!” Jey said with his arms lifted in the air and the biggest smile on his face. Showing his bottom grills. He hugged and then picked you up all at the same time, flooding you with kisses and nibbles all over your face and neck.

“Ahhh!” you yelped out once he started to playfully bite your cheeks. You pushed him back, looking at the object in his hands.

“Are these for me?” You grabbed the large bouquet of flowers in his right hand.

“They most certainly are. They didn’t have any Roses, so I got these.” You looked at the beautiful bright pink carnation flowers and smiled at the kind gesture. Jey proceeded to go down on one knee, holding the flowers, and looking up to you. 

“Baby, I would like to apologize for my lateness, tonight. It won’t happen again, I promise you.” He handed the flowers to you. “Oh and one more thing.” Held in his other hand were three of your favorite candies. 

“I know you’ve been craving these for a minute now.” He said with a chuckle.  You laughed, grabbed the bouquet and kissed him deeply. 

“Thank you so much, baby. Your apology is accepted and I sure have” Trying to open up one of the candy bars. For a brief moment, the both of you stood there in each other's embrace, his cologne was so strong that even a few hours of the gym couldn’t stand a chance. All you could think of at that moment was how much you missed him. 

“I have one more surprise for you.” He said in a deep tone. Jey lifted you up, bridesmaid style and carried you up the stairs and into the master bedroom. He grabbed the bouquet and your candy from your hands and placed it on the dressing table. He placed you gently on the bed and started to undress you pulling off your sweatpants and t-shirt (his t-shirt to be exact) and worked his way from your beautiful brown thighs all the way up to your gorgeous face covering you with kisses, love bites, and massages. Before he reached your neck, he stripped himself of his clothes, leaving him with just his bright red briefs. You stopped him quickly.

“Wait, hold on baby. You’re not tired from the gym?” you asked with a concerned look.

“I got one more session in me.” He responded, going right back down to you. He finally reached your lips and started to kiss you slowly and intimately. The tip of his tongue swirls against yours as he exchanges saliva with you. You moaned in his mouth with every kiss, feeling him press his body against yours. You felt his dick harden in his undergarments as it grazed perfectly on your entrance. Jey slowly started to grind himself into you, without even stripping you down to your full nude. Kissing you still he grabbed his left hand and slid inside your damp panties, rubbing your already wet folds.

“Mmhmm baby, look at you. Already wet for me,” he said in between kisses. You couldn't help but only moaned as he spoke to you. It’s been a hot minute since you’ve felt like this, his heat mixing in with yours. He continued to rub your entrance, teasing you as his fingers would slide over your clit. You wanted him to pick up the pace just a bit more, and within a second he did. You grind your hips against his thick large fingers. ‘Fuck this feels so fucking good’ you thought. His breath was on your lips as he tempted to slide just one finger in, but he backed down instantly. He pulled his hand out from you and sucked your juices off his fingers. 

“Mmm you taste so good, baby girl,”  he says to you looking at your full lips. “Come taste it” as he kisses you again crashing his tongue once more into your mouth. It felt so good to have him in your face again. You closed your legs and started to shift your position a bit so you can kiss him even deeper. You feel yourself getting warm and hot as he slid his hand underneath grabbing your ass.

“I wanna cum so bad” you whispered on his lips.

“Mhmm, you wanna cum? Mmmmm” he moaned out

“We haven’t done anything yet baby, just kissing makes you wanna cum huh” he moans in your ear. You nodded your head in agreement. 

He pulled away and got up. Positioning himself right in front of you, Jey went straight to taking your panties off to unclasping your bra with the swiftness. He pulled his member out and began smacking it against your pussy lips.  As he slides the tip in, he let his spit fall directly on his shaft before fully entering and then making direct eye contact with you. Growling as your walls start to expand on his girth.

Jey started with slow and steady strokes, making you feel every inch of his dick, watching you moan in pleasure. 

“Oh you taking it baby, you taking that shit.” He says passionately on your lips. You felt him pump in and out of you slowly, making sure you adjust to his size just right. “Mmmm you feel so good.” you moaned out to him, as you dig your nails deeper into his tatted skin. Your eyes began to roll back as his strokes quickened. Moving at a much faster rate, you feel him holding your waist down as he fucks deep into you. You glance at the ceiling for a moment and then look back up to him in awe.  His gold Cuban link dangling over your face. 

“Mhmm mhmm, how that shit feel bae,” he said breathlessly in your ear.

“It. feels. So- mmmmhm.” You replied biting down on your lips and in between his strokes. Him pounding your shit felt so good you couldn’t even get any words out.

Jey slowed down a bit so he can reach his hand down to your pussy to rub your clit. He gently wrapped his free hand around your throat. This sent you over the edge, him pleasuring in ways only you could only imagine. Your pussy felt so good wrapped around his dick, taking him in. He watches you tense up at his strokes and as you moan in ecstasy. 

 “FUCK!.” he groaned to seeing your juices covering his dick, the room filled with wet noises coming from his deep strokes and his thighs slapping against you.

Jey then pulled you closer to him and decided to slow down for a bit, he lowered his head in the vape of your neck kissing it. He pulled back looking at you. 

“Look at my eyes.” You divert your attention from watching his waist and movement to his beautiful face, avoiding eye contact.

“You see how good you make me feel. Just look in my eyes. Can you see my desire for you?” he said in a breathy and lustful tone. You stared at the grills in his mouth, still not looking directly at him like wants you to.

“You see how bad I wanna fuck you. LOOK. AT. ME.” He grabbed your face instantly, forcing contact. You finally looked into his eyes. His beautiful dark chocolate brown eyes. He fucked you even deeper now that he made you look, his pelvis making a deep connection to yours. 

“That’s right baby, Look at me.” He says to you. You sensed your body feeling warm again, as you felt yourself coming close. Jey sensed this too and immediately stopped. “No baby don’t stop please don’t, keep goin.” You begged. 

“Mhmm, baby you gotta put in some work too,” he said as he slid out and laid on his back next to you. 

“C’mere. Come ride me.” He patted his lap signaling you to come. You quickly took position facing him. 

“Uhn Uhn turn around.” Shocked by this you turned yourself around, ass facing him. You arched a bit, so you can grab his tip gently placing it at the front of your entrance.

“Look at that. Look at that,” he says in between slaps on your ass, adoring every inch of you. He grabs your waist pulling you down onto him making it easier for the both of you. You started off slow, moving up and down at a good pace. 

“That’s it, baby. Keep going.” Jey started to grunt and moan. 

“Fuckkk” he whispered under his breath, watching your ass bounce on his dick made felt so fucking good. You felt his dick pulsate inside you, you started to pick up the pace.

“Mmmm yes, Daddy.” You breathed out to him, gripping your hips tiger, keeping that rhythm flowing. Riding him was always a favorite position of his and yours as well. You loved the satisfaction it gave you, his grunts and moans as you bounce on his dick, turns you on the most.

“Mmmhm That ass taking this dick. Gimme that ass baby” Jey growls under you. You proceeded to follow his request, giving him what he wants. Hell he deserves it. 

“ Ooouuu fuckkkk, that ass sounds so good on my dick baby! Shit!” He moaned out, this time slamming himself into you, fucking you right back, deeper and harder. 

From the sounds of your ass clapping echoes in the room, turning you on even more. Then on to the sounds from his Cuban link, heaving on his chest as he watches your ass shake all in his face.

His balls slapping against your clit made you cream so hard that it kept slipping out.

“Get it back in. Get. It. Back. In” he said through gritted teeth. You placed his dick right back at your entrance sliding it in. “Mmmmmm” you moaned out

Jey continued his pace from before but then quickly change positions. Instead of laying on his back, he got up and began hitting you from the back.

“Ouuuu Jey please-” you bawled out as your face is mushed in the mattress. Jey pounded himself into you, ignoring your cries. 

“Baby pleaseeee, please” You shifted your head forward looking at the full-length mirror on the wall in front of the bed. 

You watched your man focused on fucking you from behind. You started to feel yourself reach your climax. He glanced up at you through the mirror.

You try to pull back just for a quick second because of how close you are. 

“You tryna push me away huh.” He says feeling your pussy grip on his dick. He knows you are close.

“Don’t run, cum on this dick baby.” He spoke to you through the mirror.

“Fuccckkkk.” you looked at him

“Cum on it baby, that’s it.” He says grunting. “Ouuu shittttt!!!” you screamed out, closing your eyes and gripping the sheets. You came at the exact moment, as he started to fuck you even harder, reaching his own climax.

“That’s it, baby bust your fucking nut. Let that shit out.” He said fiercely. Jey felt himself reach his breaking point after watching you cum all over him. 

“Fuck I’m close as shit. Damn!” He looks down at the creamy substance covering his dick.

 You realized how much work he was putting in, and wanted to help him out a bit. So you fucked him right back, with the same steady pace. You turned your head around to face him, now locking eyes.

Jey bent down and gave you a quick sloppy kiss. 

“I'm bout to nut! Im bout to fucking- uhhhnnn uhhnn FUCK!!” he whined out grabbing your hips and putting you to a stop.

 “Fuck!” Jey pulled himself out and collapsed right next to you, taking a minute to catch his breath. You follow suit, laying on his tatted chest. Both of you panting on the bed, staring at the ceiling. 

You looked up at him giving him soft kisses on his face. He held you in his arms, kissing you right back. You both stopped and gazed at each other for an instant, embracing each other’s love.

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[lizzie-is-here]

lonely is a man without love

part iii- cairo

“i am a deserted sky, and you are the moonlight” - manoj muntashir

summary: you and marc head to cairo, and you make a shocking discovery in the form of a giant skeleton bird

wordcount: 4k

warnings: language, violence, vague references to the red room, drinking, slight pining, a saddening lack of steven

a/n: yuhhh posting this before my bday tomorrow so i can get crunk af. ALSO TAYLOR AND JOE? sobbing. but i hope y’all enjoy love y’all sm sm sm 🫶

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Marc pokes and prods for more intel on your profession the whole plane ride to Cairo.

Honestly, it’s more of a harsh interrogation at this point, with him making sure you aren’t working for any remnant of the Red Room that managed to stay alive. Once he’s satisfied and his temper cools, you explain why you were sent.

“Righteous” justice or not, he was a danger, killing random people all over Europe and shaking off hits that no normal person should be able to. And the team liked to keep tabs on enhanced beings.

“So the actual Avengers are worried about me? It’s not like I’m going after them,” he says.

You laugh, loud and obnoxious. “Worried? No, you misunderstand. It’s more of a public safety precaution. Just making sure all of our loose ends are tied.”

“Loose ends being…?”

“Hydra. The Red Room-“ You gesture to yourself. “Aliens. Things like that.”

“Yeah…” Marc says, hesitant. “‘Things like that’, sure.”

You lean over a bit, scanning the plane from your aisle seat to check for threats. All you see are tired passengers, dozing off or absorbed in the small TVs on the backs of the seats.

Once satisfied, you turn back to Marc.

“If you want to sleep, now’s a good time. Once we get to Cairo, we’re not going to have much time to rest,” you say, nodding to the TV. 3 hours away.

He eyes you, a bit suspiciously, but closes his eyes anyway. With a sigh, you stand up, snaking through the aisles to the bathroom. You grab your phone and tap a favorited contact.

“(Y/N)?”

“Tasha,” you greet. “Is it a bad time?”

Your friend shakes her head, holding up the phone to show the group. “We just finished a movie, what’s up?”

“So… Marc Spector is here. He has DID, and Steven Grant is an alter, not an alibi. Things are getting serious.”

She nods. “That explains a lot.” You’d been relaying your experiences to them for weeks, and they’d shared in your confusion. Her tone turns more stern. “How serious?”

“Cults, magic, something about a scarab? It’s out of my expertise.”

“Do you need backup?” Steve’s voice calls from the other side of the couch.

You shake your head. “No, it’s nothing I can’t handle. It’s just fucking weird.”

A chorus of laughter goes up on the other end of the phone and you smile, rolling your eyes when a knock lands on the bathroom door.

“I just wanted to update you. We’re heading to Cairo now, so…” You shrug. “I will maybe get some souvenirs.”

The knocking grows more incessant.

“Will you hold on? Your shits can wait!” you call. Turning your attention back to the phone, you sigh. “I’ve got to go. This person is going to kick the door down.”

Nat nods and mock-salutes you. “Have fun, stay safe. You can always call, (Y/N).”

With a brief goodbye, you wash your hands and leave, awkwardly waving at the small child who was the source of the knocking. Sitting down, you sigh, listening to the sound of air and propellers.

No sleep for you, you guess.

———————————————————————

When the plane lands and you rush off, you and Marc find the closest hotel and buy separate rooms.

Even after securing the room and stuffing a gun under your pillow, you still sleep lightly. A shattering sound wakes you, bright light from outside invading your eyes, and you curse under your breath as you clamber out of bed.

You slip out of your door and into Marc’s room, gun still gripped in your hand.

He’s sitting on the floor, head in his hands. A mirror is shattered.

“Are you gonna break more mirrors or can we start the day?” you ask. He raises a bottle.

Snatching it from him, you down the last of the fiery liquid and chuck the bottle. It lands somewhere on the ground behind you, brown glass joining the reflective shards on the tile.

He drunkenly laughs, looking up to where you stand.

Your hair is free and rustled, not like how you normally have it. Your hair is always braided or tied back, something he now realizes is a habit from your training.

There’s a gun in your hand, and he can see your finger on the trigger. Marc regrets waking you, partially out of guilt and partially because he’s once more been reminded that you’re a killer. Which reminds him that he’s a killer.

You’re just a much prettier killer. Much.

“Are you going to get up? Or are you going to stare at me like you want to fight me again?” you laugh. “Because it did not go so great for you last time-“

He waves a dismissive hand. “Yeah, yeah. ‘M gettin’ up,” he finally says, and you slip away, avoiding glass and heading back to your own room to dress for the day.

Light colors, thin fabrics. Anything to stave off the heat. Once you’re both ready, you and Marc head into the city.

You don’t mention the mysterious absence of Steven, who the vigilante is definitely suppressing. Said vigilante is too busy hunting down his target.

He shakes off the last bit of drunkenness as he leads you up a ladder, not really telling you where you’re going or why. It doesn’t bother you, per se, but you are curious as to how he knows where to go. Sometimes he glances at empty spaces, as if listening to something not quite there.

You have no time to ponder this strange behavior as you leap across rooftops and nimbly avoid obstacles that Marc barrels through.

Your question as to who you’re hunting down is answered when you see a group of men, with one being stabbed in the stomach right as you arrive. Great.

“Oh, shit,” Marc sighs. “You killed him? I needed to talk to that guy. About a dig sight.”

“I don’t think they can un-stab him,” you snort.

He nods. “True. Guess I’m gonna have to talk to you all instead.”

“You’re too late,” one of them growls. “You’re never gonna find Harrow.”

“That’s his name?” You audibly gag. “Eugh, that’s a shit name for a cult leader.”

The guy tosses his knife in the air, following it up by tracing the blade along the ground.

“Ooh,” Marc says. “What, are we dancin’? We fightin’? What are we gonna do?” You step back as one of them lunges, deciding to go easy on them and not use a weapon.

Slamming one against the wall is easy enough, though he gets up soon after and targets Marc instead. One of them, a kid, charges at you.

You disarm him and shove him on his ass, not wasting your time on a literal child. Whipping around, you grab the handle of a knife as it zooms past, a few inches past your shoulder.

“Seriously? Learn to aim,” you say to yourself as you toss the knife off the roof.

It’s going rather well for a street fight. Much more fun, albeit less challenging than any of your Red Room missions.

And then it all goes to shit.

Marc’s got a knife to a guy’s throat, but something changes. A brief moment of silence, and he slams the blunt handle on his head, hard enough for him to bleed.

You let him go to town fighting the other two, who are now much more scared of him. It’s only when he meets your gaze that you realize something is deeply wrong. The hairs on your neck rise.

That’s not Marc. Definitely not Steven.

Your suspicions are confirmed when he leaps from the roof and disappears into the crowd.

What the fuck?

You follow, sprinting down streets as you barely stay on his tail.

When you manage to catch up to Marc, or whoever, he’s staring down a cliff with two dead bodies on the ground. You don’t have to look to know that the third lies at the base of the steep drop.

“Marc? What the fuck just happened?” you demand.

He whirls around, fear in his eyes.

“I- I don’t know. That wasn’t me, or Steven. So what-”

The wind swirling interrupts him, and he stares off at a rusty car.

“And what is so interesting about the car that-”

“We have to find Harrow. What about the other gods?”

You furrow your brow. “What?”

A disembodied voice responds, “To signal with an audience with the gods is to risk their wrath-”

You’ve never pulled out a gun faster. Turning in circles, you find no source. No people, no tech. Your breath quickens, aiming the firearm at random.

“Okay, Marc?” you begin. “I’m all good with cults, and floating scarabs, and even some magic, but you are going to have to explain that voice before I start freaking out.”

The man sighs, glancing back to the air.

“I serve the Egyptian god Khonshu. I’m his… avatar.” The delusional nature of his statement is offset by how naturally he says it, so much so that you do a double-take.

“And you’re just telling me this now? Of course, of course, the first mission I go on after fighting a grape from space has Egyptian gods,” you hiss. “Don’t tell the public, Thor’s got plenty of fangirls that you don’t want.”

The voice sounds again. “I doubt they’d find the same appeal in me.”

You shrug, but when you turn in the direction it came from, you see it. And boy is it ugly.

An absurdly large bird skull, the body covered in mummification wrappings, and a large staff at his side.

“Cool. Cool-cool-cool. You were saying about talking to the other gods?” you mumble, trying to ignore the large bird thing.

“Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen?” Marc asks.

“Anger them enough and they’ll imprison me in stone,” the thing -Khonshu- says.

“That doesn’t sound too bad to me,” the man next to you says. You nod in agreement.

“You are very ugly,” you state bluntly.

Evidently unused to people disrespecting him, the god slams his staff on the ground.

“Not many mortals are allowed to even see my form, much less speak to me. It is a blessing.”

“Yes, well, I don’t feel very blessed.”

He turns his attention back to his avatar. “See how well you fare against Harrow without the protection of my healing armor.”

“All right, so what? Do you have any good ideas?”

“I have a bad one.” With that, he disappears.

You glance up, noticing the light dimming. You are met with a solar eclipse. So he can fully move the moon with no regard to its position or that the next eclipse was not for a good while? Huh.

Marc leads you down some stairs, past Khonshu as they talk.

“The gods all have avatars,” he explains. “They’re gathering now, but I don’t know…”

A wall begins to open itself, revealing a tunnel lined with glowing hieroglyphs. “... how to get there,” he finishes.

“I don’t fuck with small, dark, magic tunnels,” you say. “Besides, I don’t think I should join you.”

Marc smiles, visibly nervous. Resting a hand on his shoulder, you shrug.

“You’ll be fine, okay? Meet me here when you’re done, I will wait and see what I can learn about any leads.” It’s the nicest thing you’ve said to him, so he nods, steels his nerves, and heads down the tunnel. As soon as it shuts, you sigh.

“‘Egyptian mythology’,” you whisper to yourself as you type into a search bar. “I guess the black market is a good place to start.”

———————————————————————

You’re wandering through a marketplace when Marc finds you. The Red Room taught you to blend in perfectly, but he manages to spot you when he hears a loud laugh.

In your hand are a drink and a tangerine, which you may or may not have stolen.

“Can you find anything about Senfu’s sarcophagus?” he asks.

“Ouch, no ‘Hi’?” you tease before obliging. As you search with Stark tech assisting you, you glance at Marc. “It didn’t go well.”

“No,” he agrees. “They brought in Harrow, called me crazy, and denied my request.”

“Hmm, some council.” You finally break into a smile, holding your phone flat and projecting your findings. “Mogart. Some black market collector that is conveniently… 24 miles away.”

It takes a while to double-check your intel and find a boat, and the sun has set by the time you’re onboard. Sitting on the end, away from the other groups, Marc watches you, observing the cheerful passengers. A few young girls dance to the loud music, just enjoying the night as you look away.

“You know, I know almost nothing about you,” Marc says.

“I could say the same about you. Other than the file.”

He doesn’t balk at the mention of a debriefing on him, just smirks. “Yeah? Well, you know I work for an Egyptian god, I’ve got a British man living in my head, and the basics. All I know is your name and your-” He gestures at you. “-previous job.”

“You don’t want to know about the Red Room, I promise.” Your smile is a bit bittersweet. “It’s not pretty.”

“My past isn’t either.”

You hum. “The Red Room makes child assassins,” you say, avoiding too much detail. “And… I was cycled through the Black Widow programme three times. I was good at it, too.” That’s all you give up, gauging his reaction.

His gaze softens, not with pity, but with empathy. “How young were you? When you started- The training, I mean.”

The question manages to cause a lump in your throat. This is why you don’t like thinking about it.

You soften the truth when you manage to speak. “I don’t remember a time before it.”

A hand rests on yours. And the two of you sit in silence for a bit, quiet understanding lingering.

“And you?” you say, blinking away the small amount of water building in your eyes. “Did you always work for the bird?”

“No. But I was fighting for a while before I met him. ‘ve done plenty of horrible shit in my life even without him asking me to.”

“And I’ve done horrible things to get out of the Red Room. We have something in common.”

Marc shakes his head. “No, you… you’re out. Hell, you’re working with the Avengers. You’ve made up for it.”

If he knew what you’d done, he wouldn’t be so quick to absolve you. You brush that thought away.

“Well,” you begin, leaning back on the seat. “It’s never too late to start.”

The boat reaches the banks before he can respond or be further distracted by the rings on your hands. Or how your body twists and curves as you quickly jump onto dry land.

“Got an alibi?” you ask, watching Marc stash the duffel bag under the dock.

He hums, shrugging. “A few. Rufino Estrada,” he decides. “What about you?”

“I’m going in as myself. Obviously, not an Avenger, but…” You tie your jacket around your waist, allowing your t-shirt to hide many of your weapons.

On your belt, there are two guns and a handful of knives, but Marc’s eyes are drawn to your wrists. Gauntlets flicker red, electricity in them crackling as you check your weapons.

He speaks after you fire an experimental blast into the ground. “And what’s our story here?”

“You hired me as security, and you are in the business for this sarcophagus. You’re a reputable antiques buyer who previously had ties to Dreykov, the head of the Red Room. I’ve already sent that information ahead.” You flash a charming smile to the man, who still seems a bit on edge. “Mogart made a few small deals with him, so he knows how serious the Widows are. It’s a perfect alibi.”

You two approach a large track, with men jousting under bright lights as music blares from the speakers.

Schooling your expression as you approach a man, you tilt your chin up.

“Where is your boss?” you ask, voice much darker and accented than usual.

“Ma’am-“

“I sent a message earlier. We’re here for the sarcophagus.” The man immediately nods and rushes off as you lead Marc forward. “Don’t drop the act,” you whisper. “Let’s go.”

The guy introduces himself as Bek and guides you toward the track. “He’s excited to meet you. He hasn’t been able to speak to any of the infamous Black Widows after the Red Room fell.”

They were scattered across every continent on Earth, rebuilding their lives. Of course he wouldn’t find them.

“Excuse me a moment. Mr. Mogart will be with you shortly,” Bek says, slipping away.

You lean against the railing, the Widow Bites on your wrists glowing red at the movement.

“So what?” Marc starts. “This joker just puts on El-Mermah games in his backyard for fun?”

You click your tongue. “Ah, who knows? Rich people are weird.”

“Sir, Agent. Come in.” The man, dressed in a dark red robe, greets you with a more than relaxed attitude. “I hear you’re interested in my collection?”

Marc nods. “I hear you have Senfu’s sarcophagus.”

“And who told you that?” This is tedious, you think to yourself. Diplomacy and bargaining, it makes you want to heave.

“The best in the business.” Marc gestures to you.

Mogart seems convinced by this, and you begin to head toward a group of buildings.

“I hope you understand this is more than a collection to me. Preserving history is a responsibility I take very seriously.”

“No one asked you to do that,” you comment mildly, baring your teeth in a sinister grin when he frowns at you. “Yet, here we are.”

Mogart brushes off the thinly veiled insult with a chuckle. “I forgot how deep Widows cut,” he jokes. “How was the old boss before he died? May he rest in peace.”

“Pieces,” you correct, struggling to speak well of the man that previously controlled every aspect of your life. “Helicopter explosion. He… He died powerful and influential. What he would’ve wanted.”

Mogart doesn’t push further, thankfully, coming to a stop in front of a glass pyramid.

“If I may ask, why such interest in Senfu in particular?”

You have a fake reason, but he gestures for Marc to answer. Shit.

“I think that… I just think I would love to take a look,” he says. He’s confident, but it’s an awkward pause.

Mogart concedes. “Funny man. Feel free.”

As you enter the area housing said tomb, you glance at Marc.

“You need to let Steven out. He knows more than either of us and we cannot afford to blow this,” you whisper.

Marc scoffs. “Not a chance. All right, what do you see?”

“The burial practices,” you begin, recalling your research from earlier. “They’re in line with the Studenwachen texts.”

“The what?”

You roll your eyes, exasperated. “Apparently I’m the only one who studied. It means it’s real. But all of this is just instructions to guide the dead.”

“So?”

“No locations indicated.”

Marc glances up at the ceiling, likely listening to Steven. He turns back to you, voice hushed.

“Ok, will you give me a minute? I gotta talk to Steven. Keep him occupied.”

You nod, slipping away with a sigh of relief.

“Mr. Estrada needs some time alone,” you announce, watching said man ramble to himself. “He’s… praying.”

This doesn’t stop Bek, who storms in and grabs Marc’s arm. On instinct, the ex-Marine disarms him, also giving up your cover.

Guns are trained on you in an instant, and you raise your hands.

“Marc!” you shout. He spots you, and for a second you think he’s gonna shoot the guy and leave you to fend for yourself. Instead, he curses and gives up the gun.

“Do you really think I’m an idiot?” Mogart asks. “Get on your knees.”

Marc obliges, and the robed man sneers at you. “I really thought you were a possible ally.” A gun shoved against your neck forces you forward. “I used to be Dreykov’s customer, a friend, even.”

“You think I’d want anything to do with the man who ruined my life?” you laugh. “Dreykov was a coward. And I wish I’d been the one to kill him.”

“Hey-“ Marc steps in. “Take a look inside the sarcophagus. There’s somethin’ really, really big.”

Before Mogart can look, Bek speaks to him in French. You freeze.

“It appears we have a concerned third party here,” he says. “Get up.”

“Harrow,” you mouth to Marc, trying to find the zealot. He stands with two men, leaning on his staff.

“Whatever they’ve told you, I’m sure I can offer something much more tangible.” The scarab floats above his hand. “Why settle for a clue when you can have the treasure?”

Arguing breaks out as Marc snaps at Harrow, who simply turns to each of you. “You all have more in common than you know.”

“(Y/N), you think that ignoring the past will keep it from catching up to you. That missions can give you a purpose, but it’s closing in.”

You’re so taken aback by him knowing your name and reading you so well that you don’t hear another word.

“Do it. Summon the suit,” Khonshu says, appearing on a rooftop. “Give them what they deserve.”

You exchange a glance with Marc, subtly nodding to your gun, and then to the distracted guards.

Meanwhile, Harrow calls on his staff, using it to destroy the sarcophagus. By the time the cultish leader is gone, so is Marc.

Panic starts immediately, and you grin despite being surrounded.

“Well, boys. Looks like you’re in trouble.”

Mogart and Bek run as Marc starts attacking, throwing down curved blades as you grab your gun. Shooting down three guards is easy enough, but more are firing from the track.

“Here!” Marc covers you with his cape, blocking the gunfire in a way you don’t understand.

You catch your breath, looking up where his eyes glow through the suit.

“Can you buy me some time?”

“Absolutely.”

You run to the tomb, grabbing the tattered fabric. When you turn around, you come face to face with Bek.

Thinking fast, you throw shards of glass at his face and kick him in the stomach. He grabs a knife as you dodge his attacks, ducking in time for his knife to land in the mummy.

You take the advantage, slamming the grip of your gun into his nose. He tosses you away to grab the knife, but as he turns around, you fire off a single shot.

A quick death, it could be worse.

Running to the track where Marc is pinned down, you jump the fence. There’s multiple javelins stabbed through him, and you shoot a rider with another ready.

As you aim for the rest, however, you take a blow to the head. You hit the dirt, trying to rise as your vision blurs.

You can hear hoofbeats pounding in your head, only increasing the incoming headache. He’s got a javelin.

“Fuck that hurts,” you mutter, pushing yourself into a sitting position with your gauntlet trained on the figure. Even as Mogart heads for Marc, you don’t waver, especially when he sticks out the weapon to attack you at the last second.

Marc tackles you out of the way, enveloping you as he rolls to safety and tosses a last knife. It doesn’t miss.

Sighing in relief, you let your head flop onto his shoulder as you try to fight off the ache. He pats you on the back as his wounds mend under the suit. A luxury you don’t have.

“There you go. That’s it, deep breaths,” he mumbles, not really sure when you got comfortable enough with each other to sit like this.

He tries his best not to focus on the weight of you leaning on him, trusting him enough to rest, safely tucked in his arms. It feels nice, to have someone trust him like this. Marc hasn’t had that in a long time.

He coughs a bit and you pull away, leaving a cold, exposed feeling where your touch was. Shakily standing, you observe the bodies scattered on the sand.

“We should keep moving,” you say softly. “Don’t want them to catch up.”

Marc can only nod as he fights to keep from reaching for you.

“Yeah. We’ll keep moving.”

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[creative-caramel-coffee]

Hello friend! Can you do a Larissa x daughter reader who suffers from chronic pain and has a really bad flair so mama takes care of her? Washes her hair, snuggles, all the good stuff? Thank you!!!!

Chronic pain in my butt

Pairings: weems x reader (daughter)

Word count: 1K

Summary: Reader has chronic pain, and her mother is there for her.

TW: chronic pain (that’s pretty much it)

A/n I enjoy ur requests and I’m slowly getting through them all. Thanks to everyone that’s being patient.

Today had been a struggle. Everything hurt. Chronic pain is no joke. But still you soldiered on. You made it all the way to lunch before you called it quits. Shouldering your backpack, you stood and left the classroom with your peers. However, while they headed to get lunch from the great hall you went the other way. Walking into the principal's office without knocking would surely end badly for any student that tried it. Any student but you, after all Larissa was your mother. Seeing she wasn’t in her office felt like a small blessing, sure you wanted her to coddle you just a little, but your head felt like it was splitting open. And after all the talking in the last few classes you worried it really might split open with how much it hurt.

Everything was heavy, your arms, legs, all of it. Throwing your backpack on your desk you flopped bonelessly onto your bed and threw an arm over your eyes not bothering to close the blinds. You had no idea what time it was anymore as you drifted off to sleep. Beautiful painless sleep.

Larissa had been called out of her office for the third time that day, the first two were for meetings and the third was to deal with a pair of rowdy furs which had broken one of Marilyn’s pot plants while wrestling. She knew it was only partly their fault with where we are in the lunar calendar. It was kind of like lunar PMS. It came in all different forms. Some of the furs get sad and some get extra hyper and … well… the list goes on.

She drew deep breathes walking back to her office massaging her temples. She barely had time to say goodbye to you before both of you went off to deal with your respective days in turn.

Getting back to her office she was glad to see nobody lurking nearby with more problems for her to solve. Shutting the door behind her she made her way through to the back of her office and into your and her shared living space to make herself a strong black coffee.

Walking in she was surprised to see your bedroom door shut, surely that had been open when she left this morning. Deciding to do some parental investigation she turned the handle and pushed it open. Sighing when she saw you on the bed your brow furrowed in unconscious pain.

She let out a defeated sigh, she knew what this was. As much as she disliked it, not for her sake but for yours, she knew a bad pain day when she saw one. How could she have missed it this morning? Oh. Right. That stupid board meeting. Quietly toeing off her heels so she didn’t wake you she walked over to your windows and drew the blinds before walking over and sitting beside you.

With a soft hand she rubbed your arm in an attempt to rouse you from sleep. She was met with an angry swat as you tried to bat her hand away and stay asleep. Larissa chuckled softly and smiled.

“Darling, it's time to get up. Honey, we need to change your clothes into something comfy. I’ll even wash and braid your hair if your like sweetheart.” She coaxed and you let out a small whine and opened one eye.

“Whyyy mum?” You said and she cupped your cheek with her hand rubbing her thumb over your cheekbone.

“There she is.” Larissa smiled.

“Yes. Here i am. Yay me.” You said in a dull tone making her laugh.

“Come on” she said hauling you into a sitting position against the headboard. “Arms up. You may be in chronic pain Darling, but you're a chronic pain in my butt.” She said with a joking smile, and you complied mirroring her smile which was soon replaced with a wince.

After she had your blazer, shirt and shorts off she left you to change into a swim bikini so she could help you have a warm bath to help your muscles.

Once she was back, she helped you into the big bathtub in your ensuite. Pouring in a generous amount of lavender bath bubbles she grabbed the old cup from the sink and began to pour water over your head, shielding your eyes with her hand on your brow as if she was trying to block out the sun for you. She had a lamp on in the corner set up specifically for times like this, so the light was dim enough to not make your head hurt, but bright enough to see what you were doing.

You let your eyes drift shut as your mum lathered up your white-blonde hair with shampoo and massaged it into your scalp. You let out a content hum and she chuckled softly. After rising it out and adding conditioner she left you to wash yourself and hop out.

About ten minutes later she was waiting for you on your bed clad in lounge-ware. Crawling into the space next to her on the bed she wrapped her arms around you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ve got you darling. Mama’s here baby.” She said into your hair. After a short snuggle session, she sat you up again despite your portents and ran a comb through your hair. Sectioning it in straight lines she used her perfectly manicured fingers to braid your hair into two Dutch braids to keep it out of your way for the next few days if the pain continued. After that she tied the two plaits off with little elastics and gently laid you back again.

You settled your head under your mother's chin and curled into her. She ran a hand up and down the sides of your spine as you fell asleep. Finally, content and feeling a little bit better. It wasn’t much but you would take it.

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[faghubby]

Family

"Paulie how is married life treating you?" Sophia, my mother in law asked me.

"Very well" I stated surprised by the question.

"Good I know Julie works alot. I just want to make sure you're okay with that?" Sophia continued.

"Of course" I had known about Julie's work schedule long before we got married.

"And you are making her home life comfortable?" Sophia asked. I was again confused. Just as Julie came up behind me.

"What are you two gossiping about?" Julie laughed

"I was asking your new husband about how he is adjusting to married life?" Sophia asked.

"He has slid into his role perfectly" Julie said her hand slid over my ass.

"Tell mom how you have excepted your new role, sweety" Julie told me. I looked back at her startled.

"He is going to be shy" Julie smiled. "Paulie here as asked me to keep him in chastity, mom"

I blushed and stared at my shoes, unable to look either in the face.

"Is that true?" Sophia asked excitedly. She leaned in close and whispered in my ear. "Do you wear panties as well?" She giggled. I had never heard Sophia so giddy. I couldn't answer. But I felt Julie's hand reach down the back of my pants and pull up the thong she had made me wear. Sophia peeked behind me. Then kissed my cheek.

"So proud of you glad you agreed to be Julia's house husband" Sophia patted my ass as she went to talk with other son. Who had just arrived. Sophia had never been anything but polite to me now she was down right loving almost.

"You're still blushing" Julie smiled.

"You didn't tell me you where going to tell your mom" I said felling totally embarrassed.

"Paulie I am proud of you, I just want to brag about how wonderful you are" Julie told me.

"Could you please just not tell anyone else" I pleaded.

"Well I can't make any promises, but I won't tell anyone else today" Julie told me. "But it also means you can't fix your panties" Julie smacked my ass. She did pull my shirt down though. We went and enjoyed ourselves mingling with family and friends.

I excused myself to use the bathroom but as I went to close the bathroom door. Sophia grabbed the door and slipped in the bathroom with me before I could close the door.

"Sophia, I um" stuttered.

"Call me mom" Sophia told me. As she stood there. "Go ahead you can pee in front of your mommy" Sophia told me. I just stood there.

"Do you need help?" Sophia asked reaching out to unbuckle my pants.

"I don't think Julie would approve" I stuttered. She put her finger to my lips and pulled my pants down. She ran her hand over the pink satin panties that covered my cage.

"Go ahead" Sophia motioned for me to pee. I pulled my panties down and sat to pee. Sophia watched as I wiped my cage to dry it. I stood and pulled up my panties. As I did Sophia pulled up her dress.

"Show me how well you please my daughter with that tounge of yours." Sophia said. I wasn't sure about this what would Julie think.

"I see Julie likes you shaved smooth" Sophia said as she pushed me to my knees. She pulled her underwear down. I buried my face in her big bushy pussy. She leaned against the wall as I sucked on her encouraged lips. Sophia came hard i had to reach up to keep her from falling over. I stood and held her as she recovered.

"Julie is a very lucky woman' Sophia told me. She fixed herself. Then left me alone. I washed my face and went back out to Julie.

"Mom, says you were naughty" Julie teased. Then she checked my panties I had not pulled them up after u used the bathroom.

"Deals off" she smiled and smacked my ass. I hid the rest of the evening in the kitchen.

"Hey, Paul" Vicky smiled as she came into the kitchen. "Or do you prefer Paula?" She laughed. "I guess I should start thinking of you as my sister in law" she continued.

"Vic, I mean well not like" I didn't know what to say. Vicky just smiled and left. A few minutes later Julie informed me it was time to go. Julie led me around to say our goodbyes. Before she took my hand and led me to the car.

"I am not mad about mom" Julie volunteered as she pulled out of the driveway. "She was very impressed with your oral skills by the way. But I am concerned about your lack of effort in making sure you wore your panties like I told you to."

"What do you think would be a good punishment" Julie asked. I was not sure what she meant by punishment.

"Maybe we should see how you like anal?" Julie said. My eyes went wide she wasn't serious I thought. She pulled in the garage and took my hand she led me to our room. I helped her undress. Julie stood in front of my naked. She turned and started to undress me as well. But she kissed me first on the lips then the neck, chest, abs as she worked herself down she kissed my cage.

"In the closet get the anal training set of plugs." Julie told me. I shivered but did as she said. I returned with the box. Julie applied lube to the smallest plug.

"Here" she handed it to me. I swallowed hard.

"Waiting" Julie said, I reached back and worked the plug into my ass. It took a few minutes before I was able to slide it all in with a grunt.

"I expected a squeel" Julie laughed as she laid back on the bed inviting me between her legs I dropped and licked and sucked her pussy slow and gentile as she licked before she grabbed my hair which was my que to suck, bite and nibbled her hard until she came all over my face.

Afterwards we showered together, she removed my plug. Then had me dress not only in my panties but in a satin nightie as well.

"I am meeting someone after work tomarrow. I won't be to late though" Julie told me. I knew that meant she was meeting another man. She made no secret that she had lovers, but we didn't speak about it like that. It was a meeting, drinks,or a dinner appointment.

In the morning I got up made Julie breakfast, packed her lunch. Did everything I could to make her day easier. I spent my day going to the gym. Cleaning, laundry, and cooking dinner. Julie was late coming home she looked a mess when she walked in. I sat her down and heated up dinner as I rubbed her feet. This was typical of our evenings then cuddled on the couch and watched TV. She showered before bed. Julie almost always slept naked. While I slept usually in just panties( since I leaked sometimes)

Julie had told me from the beginning she had no desire to ever unlock me. And she was serious. Now 5 years later I am still locked. The few times, early on she had unlocked me was to shave or get a smaller cage. But now I had Lazer hair removal and the micro cage it had been two years since I was last unlocked. Julie used humiliating things to punish me. Such as anal training. Or dressing me up as a woman. But mostly I was locked and wore panties serving her. Sophia occasionally had a use for me. In the beginning but she had remarried. Julie didn't hide that I was her bitch often telling not only family and friends but complete strangers as well .

[panjakes]

Love spells

Parings: Witch!BeomgyuxFem!BlackReader

Summary: you rejected him…so he put a love spell on you.

He had always watched you afar. So beautiful. So agile. So sweet. Your smile always lit up the room. Your skin always seemed to sparkle. Beomgyu loved you. But then again, who didn’t? Every guy in the village wanted a piece of you. Especially him.

He watched from the store counter as you picked at the fruits in the stands. You wore a long white dress with puffy white sleeves that slid down your arms. A forest green Corset wrapped around your torso. Your long hair cascaded down your back. Your edges done in smile cute swoops.

You were just eternal. He must have you. He must!

You walked over to the counter putting the basket down

“Goodmorning! How are you?” You ask with the brightest smile. He almost melted

“I’m fine miss and you?” He responds returning the smile

“I’m good thanks for asking” you say

Without another word beomgyu rang up your items, saying your price. You hand him the exact change before taking your bags off the counter.

“You have a lovely day” you says

“Y-yeah. You too” he mumbles as you walk away

When the door closed he let out a breath. As he basked in the memory of you a chuckle knocked him out of his trance.

He turns around seeing Lee Heeseung. His co-worker. Also his competitor.

“Stop daydreaming choi. She’d never look at you” he says with another chuckle

“Shut up Heeseung and go wash your ass. It’s standing up the store again” beomgyu says rolling his eyes

“Maybe your dumbass should stop creeping on her and she’d give you a chance” Heeseung says walking away with a scoff

Beomgyu turns his attention back to the door where you were outside talking to the elder shop owner. You were going to love him. You had to love him. You will love him. He’d make sure of it

He’d do it through baking. He knew you loved to bake and he knew you loved sweets. There’s no way you could resist him with a cake in his hand.

A nice fluffy strawberry cake. Your favorite. He’d always catch you with one in your hand. He chuckled at how cute you were when you laid eyes on one. Your eyes lit up and sparkled. He knew you couldn’t wait to eat one.

He added his finishing touches before rushing out the door and to the bakery where you worked on weekends.

You looked up when you heard the door nell jingle indicating someone just walked in.

“Hey, beomgyu right?” You asks

“Y-yes”

“Well beomgyu what can I do for you?” You ask

“I Uh. Made this for you” he says pushing the plate over the counter to you.

“Oh! This is beautiful!“ you say taking a fork from the cup on the counter immediately digging in

“This is delicious! You made this yourself!” You ask

“Uh yes. I’m glad you find it delicious” he says smiling

“As grateful as I am, I know there is a reason you made this for me” you say still enjoying the cake

“Uh yes. I Uh..well… you see” he says nervously. He takes a big sigh before looking you dead in the eyes

“I like you. Love almost. Your such a beautiful and lovely women. I wish to be with you Ms.Yn! Please return my feelings” he says. It’s quiet for a while. You put the plate of cake down with a pout

“Well now I feel bad for accepting your cake” you say

“What do you mean?” He asks

“I am sorry beomgyu but I-“ before you could finish the door bell jingles again. Beomgyu turns around seeing a smirking Heeseung

“Hey baby, you ready to go?” He asks

You look at beomgyu with another pout

“I am so sorry beomgyu” you say

“It is fine. As long as I can make you some more treats” he says with a small smile

“Of course. I may even help you from time to time. Goodbye beomgyu” you say leaving from behind the counter and out the door

“Stay away from my girl choi. I told you she wouldn’t want a loser like you.” Heeseung says with a chuckle before leaving

Beomgyu growls, making his fist into hands. Nails digging into his palms almost drawing blood. Who did that slob scum Heeseung think he was taking you away from him?

Beomgyu a loser? Never.

“Just you wait Heeseung. She’ll be mine soon enough.” Beomgyu mumbles leaning the bakery behind.

“Sugar. Honey combs. Rose petals. Carmel. Cats eye, bat wing. Chocolate. My blood” beomgyu reads from his mothers spell book

“Why would I need these things?” Beomgyu asks turning to the black cat on the counter

“These are the things I mixed when I made your father fall in love with me” she says licking at her hand

“Did it work?” He asks

“Your here aren’t you?” She says chuckling

Beomgyu cringes before grabbing the things he needed to make the potion. Reading the book following step by step, soon beomgyu had his potion.

Now he knew you would just take it so, he made infused chocolate chip cookies. The smelled so good. He almost slipped up and ate one himself. He smirks looking at the small basket of cookies beautifully wrapped. He was one step closer to his love.

The next day was your free day. No work. You could chill. Do what you liked to do while Heeseung was at work. You started with a little cleaning, then a little baking, then some reading. By the time you got to your book it was 11:26AM.

Just as you were ready for your nap, the mail man knocks on the door. You open and he was holding a basket full of cookies. They looked soft and chewy. You could tell they were crunchy around but gooey in the middle.

“Good day Miss Yn how are you this morning?” He asks

“I am fine and you JinJin?” You asks

“I’m good. These belong to you” he says handing over the basket

“Thank you. Have a good day on your route today!” You say to the retreating man. Taking your basket of cookies in the house, the smell of chocolate chip moved into the house. You picked up a cookie sniffing it. Surprisingly they were still warm.

You bite into the cookie loaning at the sweet taste. They were delicious. You ate another. Then another. Then another. When you got to your fifth cookie you noticed a note.

You picked it up along with another cookie. Biting into the cookie you open the note reading it

“my soul has traveled long and far to find yours. I am a Fool For Your Charms Every day with you gives me a thrill; All my dreams you richly fulfill. I'm a fool for your charms; You belong in my arms; Love me; please say that you will.

-Choi beomgyu”

Reading that note had did something to your heart. Your mind flooded with thoughts of beomgyu. As you thought of him your heart started to beat fast. You wanted to see him. You wanted to be with him at that very second.

You loved Choi Beomgyu.

The next day Beomgyu sat at the counter bored. Today was a Sunday so it was slow meaning no costumers.

Beomgyu started doodling on a back of a receipt. Before he knew it he had drawn a picture of you. He smiles down at the picture before it was quickly snatched from under his hand

He looked up seeing Heeseung with an angry face

“Now your drawing my girlfriend?! Quit it choi! Next time I catch you breathing her air I’ll kick your ass!” He says with a pointed finger

Beomgyu jumps up from his seat ready to spat some things back but the door flying open stopped him. There you stood. You had a distressed look on your face.

Even though you looked stressed, you still looked beautiful. He hadn’t seen you in days. He missed you

“Yn?” Heeseung asks

You quickly turn attention to the two before speed walking towards the counter. You didn’t waste anytime wrapping your arms around beomgyu’s head pulling him down to kiss his lips.

Beomgyu wasn’t even shocked. He knew the potion would work. He closed his eyes wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you close as possible

Heeseung stood there. Stuck

“Y-Yn?” He asks

You pull away staring beomgyu in the eye

“I love you beomgyu! I love you so much! I lied! I lied about my feelings! I want to be with you forever” you said shocking Heeseung. It just didn’t sound like you

“Yn? What the hell?” Heeseung asks

You turn around walking over to him

“It’s over Heeseung. I no longer desire to be with you” you say

“Wh-what?! No you don’t mean that!” He says grabbing your hand. Beomgyu jumps in grabbing his hand

“Get your hands off my girl” he says with a smirk

Beomgyu grabs your waist bringing you in for another kiss. Heeseung stood there in distraught. This was weird to him.

“Y-Yn you said we’d get married!” Heeseung says

“I lied Heeseung. I don’t want to be you. I want to be with beomgyu.” Yn says breaking his heart further.

“B-but I love you” Heeseung says

“I love beomgyu”

Beomgyu gives Heeseung the most evil smirk he could muster

“Shall we get going love?” Beomgyu asks looking down at you. You two looked at each other with so much love. It made Heeseung sick to his stomach l.

“Please. Take me home” Yn says smiling. Beomgyu smiles leading her to the door.

“Hey Lee, she chose this loser after all” beomgyu says chuckling

Heeseung stood there, got angry tears streaming down his face.

Beomgyu left out the door but not before dropping something. Heeseung goes to pick it up. It was a piece of paper. He opens it reading it

“Love spells/potions”

Heeseung balls up the paper letting out an angry grunt. That evil witch! He took his love!

#ambw fic #black reader #ambw #black girls are beautiful #black reader insert #kpop poc #kpop #x black reader #x black!reader #kpop imagines #txt x black reader #txt x y/n #txt beomgyu

[astridhoff03]

A new Life & the beat of Young Hearts - Part 2

With a skillful flick of his wrist, he turned her and then brought her back into his arms. “Come here, you.” Astrid enjoyed it when his lips lay on hers, his arms wrapped around her and her body pressed against his as much as she could with her huge belly. Her arms wrapped around his neck so he only deepened the kiss. But at that moment she felt something cold running down her leg. Astrid was shocked and her eyes widened. The baby is coming! Now! “Hiccup, the baby is coming!” Suddenly he pulled away from her again. “What did you say?” “My water broke and the baby is coming! Now!" Hiccup winces and whirls around to face his children. “Zephyr, Nuffink! Get your grandparents, quickly! Your little sibling is coming!” The two of them immediately ran towards the village. Hiccup put his arms around Astrid, who was already squinting in pain. He slammed the door to their house, with his arms wrapped tightly around her, he led her into their shared bedroom. “Take it easy, Astrid. Everything will be okay,” he gasped, full of excitement and fear at the same time. “Hiccup, calm down first, you're making me very nervous,” Astrid hissed, who had already started to go into labor. She writhed in pain in his arms as he put her on the bed and helped her undress to make the birth easier. Astrid pressed herself tightly into the pillows as another contraction hit her, her pulse racing. The blood rushing through her veins like a raging mountain river as she took Hiccup's hand and looked deep into his unfathomable jade eyes as he dabbed the sweat from her forehead. She could hear him whispering, feel his calloused hand slide over her shoulder. Then suddenly the door to the bedroom opened and Astrid's mother stormed into the room with wet towels. She immediately started preparing everything before she went to Astrid and told her: "You know what to do?" Astrid nodded and she started to push.

12 hours later: "That's it, Astrid just a little bit more and you've done it," Astrid heard her mother's voice through the roaring pain that went through her and spread to her bones. Hiccup's gentle massage on her shoulders was just an echo in the distance. Her bones protested one last time, then she listened in relief as she heard the sound of a baby crying. She wanted to sit up, to catch a glimpse of her little one, who was now lying in her mother's arms to be washed, but her joints gave way and she slid back onto Hiccup's shoulder. But Astrid didn't have to wait long when her mother returned to her with a small bundle in her arms and placed it on her chest. Ingrid smiled lovingly at her daughter and son-in-law. "Congratulations on your healthy baby girl." Astrid squeezed her mother's hand, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. "Thank you, mother, for everything." "Yes, thank you Ingrid," Hiccup smiled, even though Astrid could see that he was having a hard time concentrating on his mother-in-law, as his eyes kept wandering to her newborn child. Ingrid said goodbye with a smile before going into the next room where her husband and grandchildren were waiting impatiently. Astrid smiled down at the little girl who was now snuggled up against her chest and looking at her and Hiccup with big blue-green eyes. Hiccup gave his wife a kiss on the temple. "I am so proud of you. So proud.” The baby winked a little as Astrid brought it to her bare breast and suckled with pleasure on her left nipple while Hiccup stroked her golden-brown head. “She still needs a name,” he mused. “What do you think of…Gertrude?” Astrid raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Was that Tuffnut's idea?" Hiccup grinned. "Yes, he begged for the rest of the days that I would suggest that name to you when the baby was here." "And of course you gave in." Hiccup rolled his eyes, laughing. “Yes, I can hardly refuse my groomsmen anything.” “It was clear,” she laughed and leaned against his chest again. “No, I think I have a better idea. How do you like the name Feyre? It means fairy or huntress and our little one somehow reminds me of an fairy, as sweet and delicate as she is." "That's actually a very nice name," Hiccup agreed. “And she really does look a little like a little fairy.”He gently stroked little Feyre's soft cheek. “Welcome to New Berk.”

After an hour of waiting, Zephyr and Nuffink finally got to meet their little sister and they were thrilled and kept asking their mother if they could hold her. Astrid quickly gave in to her children's begging and let her little sister hold her once. “Hello, Feyre. I'm your big sister Zephyr and this is your big brother Nuffink." "Hello," gasped Nuffink and let the little fabric figures of Toothless and Stormfly dance with his hands above her little head. "And these are Stormfly and Toothless, they are dragons and live in a Hidden world far out in the ocean." The baby chuckled as the Stormfly stuffed animal shot past her, her little eyes widening. Astrid looked into Hiccup's eyes as he held her close as they watched their three children play. She smiled. “And has your wish now come true?” “Yes,” he said gently and pulled his wife into a deep kiss that led her heart explode in a firework of Love.

(The name is pronouced Fey-rah By the way)

#hiccstrid #hiccup haddock #astrid haddock #astrid hofferson #zephyr haddock #nuffink haddock #hiccstrid babies #hiccstrid cuddles #hiccstrid kiss #astrids family #astrid fanfiction #astrid story

[glacial-snowflakes]

God of Romance // Eddie Munson x Y/N

A/N: Just have fun and enjoy!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Word count: 864

Summary: Eddie decides to make you a little surprise.

WARNINGS: one swear word??

Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated. It’s really motivating <3

Eddie Munson was never really a giving-a-gift-to-show-his-love type of person. He'd prefer to make you a breakfast you could enjoy at work or sit on the stairs leading to his trailer, keeping you close and watching the stars while talking about your day. However, today was different. Eddie had it all planned - he skipped the last class, bought you your favorite flowers, and prepared a box of your go-to snacks.

Saying Eddie was proud of himself was an understatement. He thought of himself as a true god of romance, the one that lost souls worshiped and asked for help with their withering love life. Munson felt strong. He felt powerful like he could sweep you off your legs with this little gesture expressing all the feelings from the bottom of his heart. He knew you would melt, seeing him smiling from behind the bouquet of lilies he held in front of him.

When the trailer you two lived in appeared before his eyes, Eddie slowed down his steps. He smoothed his constantly ruffled curls, cleared his throat a few times, and took a last glance at the flowers. Everything was perfect. And just when he was about to knock on the door, he heard your voice.

"F-fuck..." You gasped out, almost shakily. Confusion was painted on Eddie's face until he heard another voice. Male.

"Keep going, darling. Don't slow down."

Millions of thoughts ran through Eddie's head, elbowing their way, outshouting one another. He felt his heart sinking, and the love that kept it in place for so long now was too weak to hold it in. He wasn't sure if he wanted to scream or cry. Was he mad or just disappointed? Was your love just a simple lie? Only a few hours ago, you said goodbye to him before he left for school, giving him the happiest smile you could and sending lots of kisses before he disappeared. 

Eddie wasn't sure if he should step in or wait till the man left his trailer. It was when he heard you say, "I can't hold it!" that he decided to stop it all. Still keeping his gift in his hands, he barged into the trailer.

"How could you-"

"Eddie!?" That was all he heard from you before you collapsed on the floor, hitting your forehead on the ground. Eddie looked around, his heart pounding in his chest, but all he saw was... a pilates mat?

"Good job! You're doing great!" The man in the video that played on your tiny TV said, giving his thumbs up to the audience.

"W-what is going on?" 

You sighed deeply, getting up on your knees and stopping the tape. "As you can see, I am working out... Why are you looking so pale? Are you okay?" You stood up, your legs shaking from all the exercises you did in the last half an hour.

"N-no, it's just... I have a gift for you." Eddie reached out his trembling hands. He couldn't believe how stupid he was to actually think you'd cheat on him. He felt this big wave of embarrassment washing him from the tip of his head down to his toes, making him look like a ripe tomato.

"Oh, Eddie. That's so cute." Your voice went higher as you'd never expected to get such a gift from him. "Is there any occasion?"

"N-no... Just wanted to express my love for you, hehe..." He tried to avoid your sight, but you knew him too well to fall for his little lies.

"Okay, love. What is going on?" You put the box and the bouquet aside and took a few steps closer to him. "Is it because I'm working out? I know, I should've told you... There's no need to hide, and yet I felt a little bit-"

"No, no. Sweetheart, that's not it." Eddie shook his head hastily. All this hair smoothening went to waste. "I- I'm so stupid."

"Why?"

"I- I can't believe I'm saying this..." He took a deep breath. "When I heard this male voice, I thought-" No, he couldn't say that. It was, in fact, very stupid of him to think. It would show he had no trust in you, but that wasn't true. And yet, if he said it out loud, it would look like that.

"You thought I was cheating on you, right?" You chuckled, more amused than actually mad. Oh boy, he was adorable. "Baby, I won't lie. You are a little stupid to even think of it. But take a look." You grabbed his hand and pulled him in front of the TV screen. "Do you see him? He is not metal at all, and you, Eddie, are the only one in my type."

Munson didn't say a word. Maybe he acted a little dumb, but he was relieved you didn't get mad at him and turned everything into a joke. Because, in the end, Y/N Y/L/N would always choose him over anyone else, and he knew that, but sometimes he needed a little reminder.

"Now, let me put these flowers into the vase, and then we can eat these snacks on the stairs, my sweet, silly boy."

tags: @eddieemunson @eddie-munsons-sweetheart @beauty-in-the-brkdwn @dragon-ash13 @notafinalgirl @linkpk88 @sugartin

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction

[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

Hello! I saw you request box is open so I wanted to request some fluffy headcanons for Buddha with his s/o? I recently discovered your blog and I am a fan now!

Oooh, I've never done headcanons before- great chance to analyze his character though, so thanks<3 I'll also go ahead and note that Reader is always human unless specified otherwise while we're here

GN!Reader x Buddha, SFW:) makeouts are mentioned and nsfw activities referenced once though!

I'm gonna start this off extremely basic but ONLY because it's undeniably true argue with a wall: He shares his candy with you 💕

He's a cheeky bastard, the type to kiss you and slide candy- usually your favorite -into your mouth, then smile all innocent like

The day he learned about the Pocky challenge he brought a dozen boxes

Naturally, by the end of it his taste would be stuck in your mouth permanently, the feeling of his tongue lingering long after you'd stopped

He'd definitely take you on trips with him. He loves to travel and experience the wonders of human society- and he thinks you're cute when you're smiling because you think he's cute🥰

Romantic dates in cities you've never even heard of before. He'd always do the "appetizer" part of the date taking you to popular places in whatever town or city or country you've found yourselves in, and always ended the night with a "main course"- some intimate one on one time in a quiet place he found while exploring. Whether "one on one" is explicit or just enjoying the others presence, it's always a great time

That bunny shirt he refuses to take off??? Yeah, you're getting that.

He loves loves loves to see you wearing any of his clothes, but seeing you wear that shirt in particular drives the man(god?) absolutely insane. You're starting to wonder if you even need your own wardrobe anymore.

When you aren't wearing his clothes, he'll pout and stare at you like some kicked puppy, maybe even beg on a particularly needy day

Do I even need to say this? He's extremely protective of you- not overbearingly so, but he's firm in his actions and won't hesitate to swoop in in full prince charming mode, doing whatever to keep you safe and happy.

It runs so much deeper than his love for humans- not only are you human, you're his human, his beloved human, his one and only. Harm to you is as much so harm to him. And nobody harms The Great Buddha himself.

Finally, his hair.

It's so long and luscious, unexpectedly well taken care of one might say. Around the time when he first started to truly fall for you, you'd started getting more comfortable around each other, taking baths together now.

You'd run your hands through his hair, slow, gentle, and so damn relaxing. Before either of you knew it, he was sleeping peacefully as you gently washed his hair, combing through every last strand, untangling every knot, washing away all the grime of the day.

Whenever he's stressed, he comes to you and lets you work your magic now❤️

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A/N: This was unexpectedly easy to write! I think Buddha's a very romantic lover, while being a bratty ass at the same time. I've got so many cute thoughts running through my head now lol, thanks for that anon.

Blazy blah comments appreciated encouraged blahhhhh mistakes y'all know the deal. Goodbye, thanks for reading!

Also I didn't proofread this SO

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