#i had another dream about **** last night. he was married to some woman and we can into eachother

[roxxie-wolf]

𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝒪𝓇𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒

Chapter 1 🌸 Chapter 2 🌸 Chapter 3

Pairing: Human!Alastor x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your parents want you to marry someone of their choice, but you already have eyes on someone else. Will you follow what your parents think is best for you or will you go with what your heart desires.

Word count: 865

Warnings: human!alastor x fem!reader, slow burn, this story may contain mature sexual content. Your in your late 20's, Alastor is in his early 30's, you still live with your parents idk. If I forgot anything else please let me know.

Note: I decided to post a new chapter today, but another new chapter will be out on Friday. ☺️

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟥

“Who was that?”

Your mom’s voice startled you. You where lost in thought as you stared at Alastor disappear. He left you wondering, *would you see him again? Was this the first and last time?* You didn’t know. “His someone I met today mom” you turn around to face your mother. You hoped no one was home but it appears that your mother arrived early.

“Where’s father?”

“His out with some of his friends”

As you stepped into the house, the familiar scent of jasmine from the garden wafted in, mingling with the lingering curiosity about Alastor. Your mother watched you closely, a gentle frown creasing her forehead.

"You seem distant, sweetheart. Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

You nodded, forcing a smile. "Everything's fine, Mom. Just a lot on my mind, that's all."

She seemed to ponder your words, then sighed softly. "Well, if you ever want to talk about it, I'm here. You know that, right?"

You felt a warmth in her words, a silent strength that had always been the backbone of your family. "I know, Mom. Thanks," you felt a bit more grounded.

As you headed to your room, the image of Alastor's enigmatic smile flashed in your mind. The brief encounter had left an indelible mark, and you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to him than met the eye. Perhaps, in time, you would cross paths again.

For now, you had the quiet comfort of your room, a sanctuary where you could unravel the day's mysteries and maybe, just maybe, pen down the beginnings of a new adventure—one that started with a chance meeting and a pocket full of questions. Day turn to night and with that you feel asleep.

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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the walls of your room. The familiar scent of coffee was a gentle reminder of the world outside your thoughts. As your mother's voice called out, a sense of routine wrapped around you, comforting yet tinged with the anticipation of the unknown.

"Y/N, honey, are you awake?" her voice was the soundtrack to your mornings, a melody of care and warmth.

"Yeah," your voice still heavy with sleep. You stretched, feeling the remnants of dreams slip away, replaced by the reality of another day.

“Alright sweetheart, breakfast is ready," she announced, her footsteps retreating down the stairs, a rhythmic beat that beckoned you to follow.

You rose, the cool floorboards beneath your feet grounding you as you made your way to the bathroom. The mirror greeted you with a reflection of someone caught between two worlds—the open fields of your childhood and the vibrant streets of New Orleans.

“Good morning, mom," you descended the stairs, each step a move towards the day ahead.

"Good morning, sweetie," she turn from the stove, a ballet of domesticity that had choreographed your life.

The plates were ready, a testament to your mother's unwavering routine. You took one, the clink of porcelain a familiar note in the symphony of morning.

"Remember today we are going to see a friend of your father's," her voice a gentle nudge into the day's agenda.

"Really, and may I know what for?" you inquired, a flicker of curiosity igniting within you.

"Oh honey, you know—you're a grown woman and well…your father and I think it's time for you to have someone special in your life," she spoke with a softness that only a mother's love could weave.

Her hand rested on yours, a silent communication of hopes and unspoken dreams. You understood the weight of her words, the expectation, and the subtle shift in the winds of your life. Today was not just another day; it was a step towards a future your parents envisioned for you, one that perhaps held the promise of love and companionship.

As you sat down to breakfast, the aroma of coffee mingling with the scent of fresh pancakes, you pondered the day ahead.

The rich smell of breakfast couldn't distract you from the whirlwind of thoughts about Alastor. His mysterious aura had left an indelible mark, and the possibility of seeing him again sent a flutter of excitement through you.

“You know, Richard's son is a great man for you. I think you two would get along just fine," your mother's voice sliced through your reverie, grounding you with the reminder of today's planned meeting.

"Mom, I don't know. I barely even know him," the uncertainty clear in your voice.

"That's why we are going to see him so you two can talk and get to know each other," her tone practical as she took a sip of her coffee.

You nodded, acknowledging her point, but your mind was elsewhere. The thought of being set up with someone you hardly knew was daunting, yet there was a part of you that wondered if this could be the start of something new, something unexpected.

As you finished your breakfast, you made a silent promise to yourself to remain open to the possibilities of the day. Whether it was a chance encounter with Alastor or a meeting with Richard's son.

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[moon-rivr]

could you make a miguel x chubby reader where he’s the readers mortal enemy as he’s the ruler of a much larger kingdom but he wants an alliance for some totally random reason and the reader is completely oblivious to the reasoning behind his actions?

ik it’s dead specific but yh

yes, your majesty

pairing: king miguel o’hara x chubby princess reader

contents: mirror sex, doggy, breeding kink (if you squint), and arranged marriage

author’s note: so this wasn’t exactly like the request (i’m sorry) but i hope you enjoy regardless :)

word count: 4.7K+

Sounds of screaming and agony awoke Miguel up from his slumber, springing up in his bed covered in a cold sweat. If he tried hard enough, he could usually hear the word 'help!' escaping from his brother's mouth. The sounds had been engraved in his mind for so long that he could usually fall asleep soon after the dreams, but the sweet relief of sleep didn't hit him no matter how much he tossed and turned. He'd been so lost in his mind that he'd forgotten about the woman laying down next to him, her presence providing no comfort towards the situation.

"Sire, sorry to disturb your sleep but your father wishes to have a word with you," one of the maids called out, her fingers gently tapping against his door. "I'll be right there," Miguel responded, rubbing his hand over his eyes as the sun peeked through the white silk curtains. He got up from his bed, pulling on the first pair of pants that he could find before taking out his wallet. "How much do I owe you for the night?" he asked the woman laying on the bed, her eyes barely getting adjusted to the light. She looked visibly disappointed that he was pushing her away but she was quick to hide her reaction.

"Two hundred," she responded, brushing her hair off to the side as she zipped up the dress she'd worn last night. "I trust that this won't get out to the press," he warned her, passing her three hundred dollar bills before walking back to his closet to get a shirt. Once he finished making himself presentable, the woman had already left without another word. Miguel walked down the halls of the palace, the portraits of him and his brother haunting him as he walked to his father's office. Before he had the chance to knock, his father had already told him to come inside.

The walls of the room seemed to be closing in as Miguel looked over at his father, meeting his sharp green eyes. "Sit down, we have a lot to talk about," his father motioned him to the seat in front of his desk, Miguel’s feet begrudgingly taking him to the spot. "I hope you know how expensive these little habits of yours are getting. You think that you're being sneaky but you're not," George started off, not bothering to look over at Miguel anymore as he started reading off a report. "I don't see how it's a concern. The press doesn't know anything about them," Miguel responded, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned back on the chair.

"It will be a concern when you're engaged," his father deadpanned, finally looking up from the report at him. Miguel couldn't help but start laughing at the absurdity of the situation, his chuckles dying down after he saw the look on his father's face. "Engaged? And to who?" Miguel decided to entertain the situation, even if he was certain he wouldn't go through with it. "The youngest princess of Nova Atlantea," George responded, his disgust evident at the way that he even uttered the words. Miguel took a couple seconds to let it register in his brain, laughing once more as he stared at his father. You can't expect me to marry her. The kingdom has Gabriel under captivity if you recall."

"Which should be enough incentive for you to get married to my daughter," the king from Nova Atlantea bellowed, King James, walking in and sitting next to Miguel. Miguel glanced over at him, motioning him to continue with the statement. "Your kingdom has plenty of resources to offer, from military equipment to natural resources, while we have your brother. I’d say it's a pretty even deal," the king added, a devilish smile appearing on his smile after he finished speaking. Miguel’s teeth grinded together, looking back at his father for some kind of backup to no avail.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose as he thought about what the two men were telling him, looking down at the floor like he wished for it to open and shallow him up. “I do have one request for the marriage. I’d like for my daughter to remain blissfully unaware of what's taking place here. Make her believe that you've been longing for her since you first saw her or something," the king spoke up, making Miguel look up. Even though the idea of marrying his rival filled him up with inexplicable rage, he was also aware that it was his fault that Gabriel had been captured. "I suppose that sounds like a fair arrangement then."

Miguel hesitated to sign the treaty that was placed in front of him a couple minutes later, his hand shaking as he held the pen in his hand. His handwriting came out sloppy as he essentially signed off his freedom, locked down to the duties of the kingdom. "How do you feel about coming to dinner later? I’d love to have you as a guest," the king told him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. It was more of an order than a request, but Miguel still found himself nodding along to what the king was saying. He waited for the heavy footsteps to fade away, going off to his chamber to analyze the situation in a more clear light.

Miguel had spent most of the day in his bed, tossing a ball up at the ceiling as the wheels in his head turned to figure out a way to get out of the situation. Unfortunately, the whole arrangement was bound by printed words thus bounding him as well to fulfill his part of the deal. Even if he was doing this to free his brother from the prison he'd been forced in, he couldn't help but think about what you would think of his deception. He got up when one of the servants came in, putting a suit down on the corner of his bed for the dinner. He begrudgingly got out of bed, running a hand through his hair while he walked into the bathroom to get ready.

You were in the middle of getting ready for the dinner, your father telling you to dress up beforehand. One of the servants came in, almost buzzing with the news that she had to share with you. "Your majesty, King O’Hara from Nueva York’s going to be at the dinner. Just so you're prepared," she told you, buttoning up the top of your dress while you viewed your appearance in the mirror. You'd never been too interested in the whole diplomacy of the kingdom, being the youngest out of your siblings, but you were aware of the fact that the kingdoms hated one another.

Your mind was running on overdrive as you walked down the stairs, seeing the king already standing there and holding his hand out for you to grab. "Your majesty," Miguel greeted you, his sultry voice melting like butter in your ears. You returned the acknowledgment, walking with him to the dining room. Your father had been frustrated after you ran off every possible suitor that he presented to you, but you never thought of him to be so desperate to seek out an alliance with the kingdom of Nueva York. The dining room was a paradox in itself, a massive room with more than thirty seats but yet only you two and your father were present in the room.

"Pass me the salt, please," your father told Miguel, thanking him once he'd gotten what he'd requested. You looked over at Miguel, the only tell that he was annoyed was the vein bulging in his forehead. You decided to break the silence, wondering why your father and Miguel were acting so cordial around one another. "Excuse me father, but why is the king of Nueva York here?" You spoke up, taking the white cloth from your lap to wipe your mouth. "I'm glad you asked, actually. He's here because the two of you are scheduled to get married by the end of the month," your father responded, your face immediately dropping at the bombshell he'd dropped.

While you'd heard about your siblings getting along with their arranged suitors and some of the romance novels you'd read presenting the idea that love was possible in those arrangements, the idea wasn't something that thrilled you in the slightest. "I thought the kingdoms hated one another," you elaborated, hoping that your father had a temporary lapse in judgement and would be reminded of their positions. "I'm aware of the previous rivalries that there might've occurred. But me and the king are willing to push those aside and unite the kingdoms as one," your father responded, speaking to you like you were one of the multiple news reporters he had to deal with rather than his daughter. "And what if I say no?"

Your father placed the fork he was holding down with force, glaring at you while Miguel was busy cutting into his piece of steak. "The deal is signed. There's no room for you to say no without a bloodshed that you'll end up being responsible for," your father told you, a finality to his voice as he spoke. You decided to remain quiet for the remainder of the dinner, your eyes occasionally drifting off to look at Miguel. You could see that he wasn't exactly eager to go along with the marriage either, but he was playing the facade very well for your father.

You headed out to the balcony after dinner, looking out as the stars shone throughout the night sky. It was the one place in the kingdom where you could see the clarity of the night, no light pollution affecting the view. You jumped a little when you felt someone's hand on your shoulder, turning around to face Miguel. He stood next to you, watching the stars by your side before turning to look at you after a while. "I'm sorry that this marriage isn't exactly what you wanted, your majesty. But I think we can get through this whole ordeal much easier if we try our best to just get along," he spoke up, just loud enough for you to hear.

"I suppose. But you'll have to stop calling me 'your majesty', my name works just fine," you responded, looking over at him. The way that the moonlight shone across his features and the way that his eyes almost seemed to compete with the stars made you realize that maybe falling in love with him wouldn't be the worst thing in the universe. At least, from the physical aspect. "What do you like to do? Just so I have an idea of what to do for our date tomorrow," he told you, his hand snaking its way down to your waist as he held you close to him. "Most of what I do is solely for the purpose of benefiting the public view of the royals. But I’d like to go out for a picnic with you if that's something you'd be willing to do."

The two of you kept talking for most of the night, simply getting to know one another and you found yourself not hating the encounter completely. While you weren't head over heels for what he shown you today, you were interested in uncovering more details about him and his life. He left the castle after the lights had been turned off, leaving you out in the balcony with your thoughts. You looked down at him as he walked through the castle grounds, waving over at him once he turned around. If his eyes didn't beat the splendor of the stars, his smile while he waved back at you certainly did.

A loud knock on your door awoke you the next day, one of the servants poking their head through your bedroom door. "Your majesty, sorry to disturb your slumber but King O’Hara is downstairs waiting for you," she announced, shutting the door after she finished speaking to let you get ready. You got up from the comfort of your sheets, walking into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Your mind began running through all the different possibilities of what was the king's intention through going with this, your mind going back to the fact that his brother was a prisoner in the castle's gallows.

Miguel ended up taking you to the lakeside in his kingdom, a blanket set up with some food on it. You figured that you would disclose the information about his brother's whereabouts, not wanting to force him into the marriage despite the document your father mentioned. "You're agreeing to this because my father promised you Gabriel’s freedom, correct?" You inquired, watching as his brows furrowed before he schooled his expression to return back to normal. He didn't say anything to confirm or deny your suspicions, but he didn't really need to.

"I can show you where's located after we're done with the date, I don't feel comfortable holding someone's life on the line just for the sake of marriage," you told him, pouring in a bit of the champagne he brought into the glass. "You don't have to do that," he spoke up, his voice drifting off with the wind with how quiet he was being. "But I want to. My father tends to make agreements without going through with it," you added, handing him a glass of champagne. Though the conversation from earlier lingered, you ended up enjoying the rest of the evening with him by the lakeside.

The two of you ended up at the palace a couple hours later, your heels clicking on the stairway down to the basement. Miguel followed behind you, staying as quiet as possible just in case that the guards were present. You knew that the guards were out on their break but you couldn't help but be amused at the sight of the giant of a man sneaking around like a mouse. You grabbed the keys from one of the drawers, guiding him to the cell that Gabriel was currently being held. While most of the people that were captured in the castle deserved their fate, Gabriel had been caught for running around in the kingdom as a teenager.

You opened the door to his cell, watching as Gabriel’s gaze adjusted to the lights turning on. He jumped up to his feet when he realized that it wasn't the guards bringing him food, his arms wrapping around Miguel once he saw him. "Mi hermano. Cuánto te extrañé," Gabriel whispered, engulfed in Miguel’s body by the tightness of the hug. (my brother. how i missed you) "Lo siento por dejarte tirado," Miguel’s voice cracked as he spoke, his voice sounding raw from the sheer shock. (i’m sorry for leaving you behind) You stood guard as the brothers had their moment, looking out through the door just to make sure that nobody was coming nearby. "Aorry to ruin the moment but the guards are scheduled to come back in about five minutes," you spoke up, leading them out of the castle.

"Gracias. I appreciate the times that you brought me food and now for freeing me," Gabriel spoke up, turning to look back at you with shiny eyes. You'd taken the responsibility of giving Gabriel food when the guards forgot, which was most of the time since the viewed the prisoners as something less than the corpses underneath the castle. Miguel turned to look at you, a softness in his eyes as he took you in. "Thank you for everything, your majesty," he told you, walking out with Gabriel afterwards. You couldn't help but feel bad as you saw Gabriel limping alongside Miguel, Miguel’s arm wrapped around his shoulders as he helped him maintain his balance.

You were awaken from your nap after the brothers left by your father's screaming, his hands in his hair as he paced throughout the halls of the palace. "What did you do with the prisoner?! There's no way in hell he's going to get married to you now!" Your father bellowed as you walked out of your room, shaking your shoulders out of anger. "I don't know what you're talking about," you tried to deflect from the accusation, pushing him off you when your father was called by one of the maids. He turned to give you a dirty look, walking off with the maid to do what he was beckoned to do.

A week passed by since the last time you saw Miguel, expecting him to end the marriage arrangement but it was still on. You were expecting that he end things after what he wanted, but the announcement was still set for the union of the two kingdoms. Your father was still wary behind every single one of your actions, keeping guards lingering behind you despite how sleek he thought he was being. Now it was time for the two of you to announce your engagement to the world, every member of the press surrounding the kingdoms invited to the party. Your father was stressing out over the party, making sure that everything was up to standards and that every important person had rsvp'd.

Your maids helped you to button up the dress you had on, the dress making you look like a princess from a fairytale. The red dress clinged to every single one of your curves as you headed out to the ballroom, seeing that everyone had already come inside. Miguel came over to you, offering you his arm to wrap around before he lead you inside. The reporters began taking pictures of the two of you, the flash of the cameras almost blinding you as you walked through the crowd. You sat down next to your father on the throne, Miguel standing next to you. your father welcomed the crowd, his voice echoing throughout the room as he got to the point of what the party is about.

You spent the party talking with Miguel, spending most of the afternoon by his side. "So.. why'd you keep the arrangement going despite you getting what you wanted?" You asked him once the reporters were out of earshot, taking a sip from your glass of wine. "I have my reasons, your majesty. Plus, I've been liking getting to know you," he responded, waving over for Gabriel to sit down in front of him. You saw through the corner of your eye that your father was scowling, his eyes full of bitter venom as he saw Gabriel interacting with Miguel. You turned to look back at the boys, talking to them about the things to do around the kingdom and what your favorite views were around to diverge from what your father was doing.

"May I have this dance, your highness?" Miguel asked you, extending his hand out for you to grab. You took hold of his hand, letting him guide you to the middle of the dance floor. You placed one of your hands on his shoulder, the other still in his grasp as he moved you with elegance and grace to the rhythm of the classical song playing. "I thought i told you to stop calling me your majesty," you whispered in his ear, his face contorting into a smile as he twirled you around. "Yes, but you never did say anything about your highness," he responded, the dimples on his face only deepening with the way that you grumbled.

"Where'd you learn how to dance?" You asked him, watching him as he moved in synchrony to whatever song was playing. "My mother taught me before she died. She used to say that the two most important things as a potential suitor were knowing how to dance and how to treat a woman correctly," he told you, his hand wrapped around your waist as he pulled you close to his body. You leaned in when he dipped his head down, pressing your lips against his. The cameras started surrounding the two of you but you couldn't think of anything else apart from how good and how right his lips felt against yours.

The rest of the party was uneventful, though Miguel managed to keep it interesting with his stupid jokes and remarks. One of the things that you liked the most about him was that he found a way to be funny, without even putting that much effort into the jokes he was making. He got up when his assistant came over, announcing that it was time for them to depart. He dipped his head down, his lips pressing against the back of your hand. Gabriel let out a small wolf whistle to tease him, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he made his way out of the ballroom. "I'll see you at the wedding, your highness."

While you weren't looking forward to the wedding at first, you could say that you were slowly falling in love with who and what Miguel presented himself to be. The wedding ceremony had been short, mostly just for the sake of getting the two kingdoms united rather than the unison of the two beings involved. You'd convinced your father not to do a huge party afterwards, wanting to keep it as discreet and short as possible. The ride back home to the castle was quiet, Miguel’s hand lingering on your thigh as the ring sparkled from the sun's rays. You waved at some of the citizens that had come out to see the ceremony from the outside, watching their faces light up when you acknowledged them.

"I don't think you should do that," you told Miguel just as soon as he made the motion to carry you up the stairs, feeling a bit embarrassed as you looked over at him. "And why not? You're my wife now," he responded, his brows slightly furrowed in confusion. "I just think that maybe you'll struggle too much getting me up the stairs. It's fine, I can walk," you assured him, letting out a small yelp when he took you into his arms. You wrapped your hands around his neck as he led you inside the castle with ease, his footsteps remaining even as he took you up the stairs. You were aware of the fact that he was strong, you could practically see the way his muscles bulged underneath the suits he wore but few people had done this before with you.

"Don't ever insinuate that I can't carry you around because you're too heavy. Never that, mi vida," he told you once he set you down on the bed, his lips trailing down from your chin to your neck. He left little marks in his wake, soft moans escaping from your lips as you gripped onto his hair. He stopped for a moment, holding your hips as he looked down at you. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to," he assured you, his hands gently squeezing your hips to accentuate his point. "I want you to fuck me, please."

He brought over the mirror that you changed in front of, putting in front of your bed before he went back to kissing your neck. "Look at how pretty you look. I’m gonna fuck you until your little head gets rid of those stupid ideas that you're heavy," he whispered, his teeth gently biting onto the side of your neck as he left his mark. You simply nodded in response, your mind struggling to compute the right words to respond to him. He brought you over to the bed, placing you down on your back as he pushed the skirt part of the dress up. "Such pretty white panties, are these all for me?" He asked you, his finger curling around the band of them. "All for you."

He slid them down with ease, his mouth trailing up your leg while his hand massaged the other one at the same time. He left open mouthed kisses on his way up, his lips wrapped around your thighs as he kissed the inner part. "I wanna taste your pussy so bad, but we have plenty of time for that later. The only place you'll be coming on tonight is my cock," he whispered into your skin like a promise, unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants down. He helped you with the process of taking off the wedding dress once he finished undressed, leaving you only in the garter and veil.

He pumped himself with one hand, gesturing for you turn around with the other one. You were face to face with your reflection, being able to see everything that Miguel was doing as he slowly pushed his cock inside. Though your cunt was wet from the time that he took kissing you, it still felt like he was stretching you past your every limit. Your grip on the sheets below you tightened as he pushed his cock deeper inside, your velvet walls engulfing his cock every time that he moved. He bottomed out after your pussy had opened up a bit more for him, his hand gripping the bottom of your veil to make you look up.

"You see that? You look so pretty when you're all stuffed up with my cock. I wish you could see yourself the same way that J do you," he told you, looking straight at your face in the mirror. And for a moment there, you could see yourself the same way that he saw you. You looked past the imperfections that usually tormented you, seeing yourself as someone that's worthy of everything that's happening. Miguel took his cock out and you were about to protest, his cock coming back inside killing the words in your throat. You looked at yourself in the mirror as he slowly thrusted into you, his hands now gripping the globes of your ass.

Your juices flowed down from your thighs down to the sheets as he sped up and you found yourself unable to break the gaze with him that held through the mirror. Your mouth parted as he pushed deeper inside, the tip of his cock almost near your cervix. Not only was his cock big, but the girth that it held was only providing you extra pleasure. "Such a gorgeous pussy, tightening up all around me like that," he babbled, your mouth contorting into an 'o' the faster he thrusted into you. His heavy balls slapped against your pussy every time he went inside, the angle allowing for them to hit your clit.

You brought your hand down to your clit, rubbing small circles around the nub as he thrusted into you, his pace unrelenting. While you had expected for this to be an exchange of love between the two of you, it turned out to be the result of just sheer desperation for one another. You didn't mind it though, not with the way that your back was arching as you pushed your ass back into him. You felt your vision start to blur from the tears streaming down your cheeks, his claws slightly digging into your ass. The pain contorted with the pleasure, the coil inside of you threatening to snap with how tight it was becoming.

He brought his foot up on the bed, the new angle allowing for him to hit your g-spot every time his cock went back inside of you. Your nails were digging into the sheets, your forehead covered in sweat as he fucked deeper and faster into you. "Oh fffuck, right there. Please don't stop, I'm so close," you whimpered out, your mind completely blank from anything but just coming around his cock. Your walls clamped around him tightly, the coil inside of you snapping once your walls unclenched. Your juices coated his shaft completely, some of it dripping down to the silk underneath the two of you. Miguel continued to thrust into you as he fucked you through the orgasm, his thrusts starting to get sloppy and more vigorous.

His cum painted your walls white as he came, his seed shooting deep into your cervix with the hope that you'd end up bearing his child soon. He took his cock out of your pussy, looking at your blissed out expression through the mirror before turning you over. He leaned down, giving you a small kiss on the lips when you felt his cock already starting to harden up once more for the second round. "I did say I was gonna fuck you dumb, mi amor," he whispered, his lips coming down to your neck as he sucked on the skin there.

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𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

All sentences has been taken from different media and soruces about life in the royal court, involving the introgue of succession, war, marriage, kings and queens and tournaments. Most of this are acceptable for all audience except one with some foul language. Chance names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Majesty.

You don't know a woman until you've met her in court.

A queen keeps a court that is spoken about. A goddess keeps a court that is never forgotten.

And you, lady? Are you a woman of conscience or of ambition?

That's a question rarely asked here at court.

Court games aren't fair. They don't judge men by their worth, and they aren't about what's just.

We know all men are not created equal in the sense some people would make us believe .

Either you break the law, or the law breaks you.

There is no playacting in this court. If you stay your hand, they will cut it off.

Power does not pardon, power punishes.

Listen! The court jester's cap and bells. The King is coming!

He was a man with a vision- and an extraordinary vision it was.

The cat who lived in the Palace had been awarded the head-dress of nobility and was called Lady Myobu.

In every reign there comes one night of greatest blackness, when a King must send away his court of flatterers and servants, and sit alone in the dark with the beast called truth.

It is important to refuse to be intimidated.

They all come innocent in court.

Is that how you get propositioned at the court? 'Mylady, would you be so kind as to allow me to put my manhood in your vagina'?

They used to say that, in a battle between the lion and the tiger, the winner was the monkey, who watched from a distance.

Men love those creatures that need to be taken care of.

 If you want to tame a lioness you need to become a lion, not a goat. 

 A doe is easier to keep.

The woman did not care for empty compliments; to get such a woman, one needed to put forth effort.

I’m a terrible prince. I should put my kingdom first and everything else second, but your first. I want you by my side every second . . .

Once a King in Narnia, always a King in Narnia.

She calls herself the Queen of Narnia thought she has no right to be queen at all.

Plenty of people have told me you are not my father.

It is necessary for a prince to have the people friendly.”

Royalty is not a right, Captain. The willingness of the people to follow a ruler is what gives her power.

Here, in this place, by this people, I have been chosen. 

These men are tired of being told whom to follow. Now they have a choice, and they use that choice to call me Princess.

I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. 

A prince ought also to show himself a patron of ability, and to honour the proficient in every art.

You should never have been only a little girl, you should have always been a crown princess.

You knew you would be sending me away?

A born king is a very rare being.

The world will need to know that I’m the last royal left. Their queen.

There’s royalty in me, but stronger than that there is adventure.

My life is the Crown and yours is politics, and I will not trade one prison for another.

Dignity is trained into royal children before they can toddle.

The first year of marriage is not always easy, especially within the Royal Family.

The real intelligence in the royal family comes through my parents .

The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind.

The royal road to a man's heart is to talk to him about the things he treasures most.

The hands of the king are the hands of a healer, and so shall the rightful king be known.

The winner will marry the prince.

You want to marry my daughter? Prove yourself worthy.

That is acceptable. A king is a martyr to their ideals.

f I rule the nation as king, I cannot ask to live as a person.

A wise king never seeks out war, but... he must always be ready for it.

All men need something greater than themselves to look up to and worship. They must be able to touch the divine here on earth

I am the First Imperial Princess of the Misurugi Empire! 

You can tell she's a princess, she doesn't need a crown.

You, sir, are the most uncharming prince I have ever met! In fact, the only thing royal about you is that you are a royal pain.

No one ever told her "no." 

 In no time at flat, she'll get herself established as his official mistress, with her own rooms at the palace.

These men are my bodyguards, their lives forfeit to the guarantee of my physical safety. Of their loyalty to me, there shall be no question nor doubt.

Some balls are held for charity And some for fancy dress, But when they're held for pleasure They're the balls that I like best.

Be careful of what women with gowns plan, specially in a ballroom. 

The art of husband seeking is something every woman has been trained since birth.

Many wives and consorts, of course.

Who is to rule when I am gone? You are a princess. I have no son.

Men would sooner put the realm to the torch than see a woman ascend the Iron Throne.

Did I not mention there was another?

A king must always have an heir and a spare.

He was born to be a king... He rules men just by breathing. When he walks into a room, he commands it. People love him.

Two knights off to rescue a princess. Sounds like a great song.

As the king's brother, you should've been first in line!

 I was first in line. Until the little hairball was born.

That "hairball" is my son, and your future king.

My parents were... rather traditional. They wanted the heir and the spare, and I was left in the cold.

It cannot be easy being the youngest prince. To have others expect nothing from you, yet still shake their heads in disapproval.

 If my uncle attacks King's Landing I'll ride out to meet him.

You are in need of serious princess lessons.

 You're the new ruler of Mechanicsburg. You need to act like it.

Every princess needs a battle axe. Here. Use this one until we find you something more impressive.

You know what they used to write on cannons? The last argument of kings. I guess you could say magic is the last argument of queens.

A tournament has been arranged in your name, so you must attend and make yourself presentable.

They hope to find me a husband here. They said I am already a woman bled.

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[mavrintarou]

[1:05 AM] Kita Shinsuke

It's literally 1 AM and I need to share this sweet Kita that I've been hogging all to myself. He's just... something else. Lol. I write a lot about Suna and Sakusa but Kita definitely holds a special spot in my heart... or elsewhere.

Warning: fluff, angst (nothing between Shinsuke x Y/n), and explicit smut. Note: it is long - I don't think you guys ever complained, but I wanted to warn you guys regardless. .

Kita Shinsuke gently caressed his wife’s pregnant belly. Then, as she slept, a soft moan escaped her lips, and she nestled closer, seeking the warmth and comfort of his embrace.

A few months ago, when he met his son’s first-grade substitute teacher, Shinsuke couldn’t have imagined that he would feel a longing for another woman. Since his wife tragically passed away in a car accident, Shinsuke found himself single-handedly raising their two-year-old son with the support of his grandmother.  

“Dad, we have a new teacher since Mrs. Fukada is home with her new baby.” Shinnosuke announced excitedly, “She has a new baby girl…” he paused, locking eyes with his dad, his gaze filled with longing. “Can I have a baby sister too?”

Great-grandma Shin giggled, patting the little boy’s head. “I wish for a baby sister for you, too, Nosuke.”

Shinsuke sighs softly, “I’ll see what I can do.”

Once night falls, Shinsuke gently places a steaming cup of tea before his grandmother, commencing their cherished nightly tea ritual. They found solace on the patio, engaging in their nightly heartfelt conversations.

“It is time you find a partner.”

Although he had anticipated this conversation would arise at some point, he found himself partially surprised by its timing, catching him off guard.

“Your boy needs a mother. I can only do so much. You need someone, and you should give him more siblings.”

It was always Shinsuke’s dream to have a big family. Moreover, he and Shinnosuke’s mother dreamed of more children after his birth.

“I’m just… I don’t know if I’m ready.” Even though it’s been a few years since her tragic death, he still loved her dearly.

“I know you will never be ready, but you can try.”

The following day he had promised to take his son to school to meet his new teacher, who, Shinnosuke promised, is very pretty.

“She doesn’t have a ring on her finger, dad.” Shinsuke suppressed his laugh, unsure where his son was going with the conversation. “Maybe she isn’t married yet, and you can marry her?”

“Son, that’s now how it works – “

“Hi, Shinnosuke. Is this your dad?”

The last time Shinsuke was ever starstruck was with his late wife.

Shinnosuke tugged his dad’s hand and spoke excitedly, “Dad! This is Ms. Y/n – my new teacher! Isn’t she pretty.”

True to his son’s words, she is pretty.

Gorgeous if Shinsuke was being honest.

He felt hot all suddenly.

“Hello,” he greeted, praying his face was not tomato-red. “I am Shinnosuke’s father, and I hope he has not been a handful.”

Her smile radiated warmth, captivating Shinsuke’s gaze.  

As she stepped closer, a gentle fragrance of sweet perfume reached his nose. “Not at all,” she replied, her voice carrying a touch of admiration. “You have a remarkably well-behaved and intelligent son.” She affectionately tousled Shinnosuke’s hair, and he leaned into her touch like an adoring puppy.

Shinsuke longed for her hand to pat his head at that moment too.

.

Shinsuke attempted to keep his distance from Ms. Y/n. Instead, he would merely drop off his son outside of school, making arrangements to pick him up at the gates if he could, all to resist the overwhelming desire to do anything but kiss Ms. Y/n passionately until all his desires were fulfilled.

He could not give in to temptation.

But Shinsuke ran into Ms. Y/n everywhere.

At the grocery store.

At the salon.

At the clinic.

Complicating matters further, his son held a deep affection for her and frequently spoke about her with admiration.

His last hope for maintaining his distance and preserving his sanity unraveled when circumstances forced him to accompany his grandmother to the hospital due to a precautionary overnight admission for a cold. This left his son alone at home, intensifying his concerns.

“If you don’t mind, Kita-san, Shinnosuke can stay with me until great-grandma is released.” A look of surprise filled his eyes as he absorbed her thoughtful suggestion. Shinsuke was overwhelmed by the immense responsibility of managing his rice field, tending the crops, and caring for his grandmother; he struggled to ensure his son was never left alone at home.

Despite his gratitude towards her, he hesitated momentarily. However, when he glanced down at his son, whose eyes sparkled with anticipation, he couldn’t resist. “Please, dad?” his son pleaded, his excitement palpable.

Shinsuke sighed before agreeing; he crouched down, “You must listen to Ms. Y/n and behave.”

“Yes, dad.”

.

Shinnosuke was smitten by Ms. Y/n.

When Shinsuke arrived to pick up his son, he felt a pang of disappointment upon seeing his dad waiting at the door. “Do we have to go home, dad?” his son pleaded, his eyes longing. “Can’t we stay here with Ms. Y/n?”

“Shinnosuke,” Shinsuke called out his son’s name, his tone laced with a warning, the kind used when it was necessary to reestablish authority. Upon hearing his dad’s voice, his son’s shoulders slumped, and he turned away to retrieve his belongings. “Sorry,” Shinsuke apologized quietly, blushing under Y/n’s gaze.

“Don’t be. He is still young and doesn’t know any better.”

Shinsuke couldn’t help but observe her casual attire, with sweatpants and a loose shirt. “Regardless of that, he was being rude, and I need to have a conversation with him,” he stated, taking a deep breath. “thank you. I am truly grateful for your understanding and for looking after him. I can’t express my gratitude enough.”

“He was very helpful, I made him help me with chores, and we cooked together, so it wasn’t quite a vacation for him.”

Shinsuke’s throat tightened as he struggled to find his words. Nervousness consumed him to the core. “I…” he stammered, his voice quivering, “may I… may I take you out? It’s just my way of saying thank you.” As he uttered the question, her eyes bore into his soul, intensifying his anxiety. In that moment, panic surged through him as if he had ventured beyond the acceptable boundaries. “Please,” he hastily added, fearing she might feel obligated, “don’t feel obligated – “

“How about a date?” She interjected, catching him off guard. His eyes widened in surprise as her words sank in. “Take me out on a date,” she added, her tone laced with anticipation.

.

Nervousness consumed him throughout the date, hindering his ability to relax and enjoy the date fully. However, a wave of relief washed over him when Y/n reached across the table and gently touched his hand, reassuring him with a playful remark, “relax, I won’t bite.”

He wanted nothing but her to bite him because he only wanted to devour her.

They had dinner and walked along the river, getting snacks.

As they conversed about their lives and aspirations, Shinsuke watched her gracefully twirl and walked along the ledge, seemingly at ease.

Her warmth and vibrant personality enveloped him, and with each passing moment, he found himself falling deeper in love with her. Finally, stepping up beside her, he extended his hand, inviting her to grasp it as they walked along the ledge together.

“Kita-san,” she called softly, brushing loose strands of hair behind her ear. Concern etched across her face as she gazed into his eyes. “Is something troubling you?”

Y/n towered over him, her height surpassing his by two heads, causing him to tilt his gaze upward to meet her eyes.

Throughout his life, he had always been forthright with others, never shying away from expressing himself. However, he faced a challenging dilemma in this particular moment: between maintaining his hidden emotions or finally revealing everything. The decision weighed heavily on his mind, causing a moment of uncertainty.

He let out a sigh, realizing that he had nothing left to lose except for her. However, he knew deep down within himself that everything he had been feeling up to now surely meant something. He couldn’t possibly be the only one feeling this way. He had to be honest with her. It was a necessity, a longing that couldn’t be ignored.

“I really like you.” He responded in a hushed tone. “You’re a young single woman while I’m a single parent dad with a six-year-old son,” he began, acknowledging the difference in their life stages. “Yet, despite that, I haven’t felt this certain about anything in a long time. He found out tonight that he was seven years older than her.

“I must confess, Ms. Y/n, that I am undeniably attracted to you,” he admitted, his voice tinged with sincerity. “I apologize if my previous actions seemed rude, but I’ve been doing my best to keep my distance from you, to suppress these feelings I have for you.” He paused, carefully considering his words. “I don’t want to presume that you share the same sentiment, but every gesture, every glance, every smile you give me, they only deepen my desire for you.” A small smile curve his lips, “I can’t help but want more and more.”

A weighty silence hung in the air, the only sound being the gentle rustling of Y/n’s hair dancing in the wind. She fixed her gaze upon him, eyes locked in a wordless exchange.

“You have so many options, while I… I am limited,” he admitted with a hint of vulnerability. He paused, reflecting on the conversation they had just shared. “Listening to you speak of your goals just now; made me realize that perhaps we might be on different pages.” A furrow formed between his brows as he held her gaze, trying to discern her thoughts within her silence. “I might be over my head saying this, but I want to be upfront with you.” He exhales softly, “if Shinnosuke and I aren’t long-term possibilities for you… please tell me now so I can release you from any obligations.”

She playfully waved her fingers, beckoning him to come closer. As soon as he was within reach, she lightly flicked his forehead, a mischievous smile on her face. “You’re so mean to doubt my sincerity,” she teased, leaning to kiss the spot she flicked. “I wouldn’t be right here with you if I didn’t have deep feelings for you, too, Shinsuke.”

Hearing his full name uttered by her made his heart skip a beat.

He stares at her, looking at her longingly until she reciprocates the words, “I like you. I really like you too.” He releases his breath; he cannot contain the smile on his face. “Can I kiss you?” she whispered, leaning closer to him already.

“Please,” he begged.

Still leaning over the ledge, she brushed her lips against his before moving her mouth into a deep kiss.

She was the first to pull away, inhaling to catch her breath.

Shinsuke’s face turns a shade of pink, feeling lightheaded and on cloud nine.

Y/n stepped down from the ledge, and Shinsuke made a move to take her hand again, this time intertwining their fingers.

“Shinsuke, I might be bold asking you this on our first date, but… do you want more kids?”

Her question caught him off guard, but he quickly answered, “of course I do. Do you want children?”

She glanced at him, a smile on her lips, and she nodded. “I do.”

He smirked, “how many?”

“Maybe… two or however many…” she glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, “my future husband wants.”

Shinsuke was flustered by this woman, arousing him in all ways.

Glancing at his watch, Shinsuke couldn’t help but wish that the night could stretch on indefinitely. However, he also wanted to be a gentleman and ensure she arrived home before 10 PM.

She was about to keep walking down the path when he halted her. “Y/n,” he called her name softly, “I don’t – I don’t want the night to end, but I want to be a gentleman and bring you home….”

“Then don’t…”

His brow raised at her question, “what?”

She stepped forward, staring at him, “don’t be a gentleman then.”

He let out a low groan, his throat constricting as he struggled to suppress the lump forming within. “Please… stop,” he managed to choke out.

She closed the distance between them, eliminating any space that could fit even a piece of paper. Her large, doe-like eyes locked onto his, causing his knees to weaken and his palms to grow sweaty, and cock to expand excitedly inside his trousers. Finally, she whispered, “what do you want, Shinsuke?”

.

They barely made it through her apartment doors when he pulled and tugged her clothes off.

“Bedroom,” he growled against her mouth, “please,” he begged seconds later. Trails of clothes led to her bedroom; he could barely spare a second to break away from her lips to pull his shirt over his head.

Her blouse and skirt were discarded by her ankle, and he pulled away to admire her. He reaches behind, unclasping the clips to her bra and letting it slide off her body. Then, with her white panties left, he released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. Then, he locked his gaze with her, searching for a reflection of the fiery, passionate emotions that consumed him.

He doesn’t realize he has been biting his lower lip until she reaches up to tug it free. “Shin…” She guides his right hand to her breast, and his large rough hands instantly palm the mound, kneading the soft tissue, earning himself a soft moan from her. “More,” she begged, pressing the other hand to the other side. “Touch me, please.”

Shinsuke kisses her hungrily while his hands massage, squeeze, and flicker the hardened nubs. Her tongue meets his eagerly, dancing and swirling with his.

He pulls away to tug his belt, undoing the buttons before letting his trousers drop to his ankles. Even in the dim light in her room, he could see the damp, dark spot where his cock was leaking.

She drops onto her knee before him, and his eyes widen before he can stop her; she pulls the waistband of his boxers, freeing his cock. She was mesmerized by how thick his girth and heavy his sacks hung.

It had been a long time for Shinsuke and having Y/n’s fixed gaze on him only excited him more.

“Y/n…” he breathed; whatever else he had to say went down the gutter as her lips enclosed around the thick bulbous head. He lets out several foul words as she takes as much of his cock into her mouth, her jaw expanding to fit the width of his cock.

Y/n slurped and suckled to the point that Shinsuke felt he would embarrass himself soon if he didn’t stop her.

She pulled back but not releasing him when he gripped her hallow cheeks gently, “enough… or else I won’t last.” He steps back, freeing his cock from her lips with a pop. “Please stand.”

She did, and it was his turn to get down on her knee to pull her remaining piece of clothing down her legs. He looks up at her with a soft smile, “please take a seat on your bed.” She follows his command, and he spreads her legs and swoops in between, licking along her slit to her small, hidden nub.

Shinsuke slips a finger inside her, slowly thrusting before adding two additional fingers. He wanted to stretch her out; he didn’t want her to be uncomfortable when he replaced his fingers with his cock.

He had always perceived himself to have an average-size­ physique down there until one day, his under-classmate, Miya Atsumu, announced it loud in clear to the entire volleyball team in the locker room.

“Holy shit, Kita-senpai!”

Shinsuke had left his towel on the bench by his locker and had no choice but to return after a quick rinse completely naked. Everyone was getting dressed and didn’t bother paying attention to him until Atsumu casually glanced over and then had to double look, eyes bulging as he stared at Shinsuke’s private area.

And like boys, they all compared their sizes amongst each other.

That day, Kita Shinsuke was not only the captain of the boys’ volleyball team but also the thickest down there.

“Shin,” Y/n whispered, “you… I want you.”

He sat up, fingers still buried and working within her as he leaned over and kissed her. “Need to prep you – I don’t want to hurt you.”

She reached for his cock; her small hand felt good around it; he couldn’t wait to feel what her walls felt like. “You won’t hurt me… I can take it…”

The innocent teacher he was smitten by is replaced by a teasing minx. “You sure?” He teased, “what if you cannot walk tomorrow?”

Her grip squeezed around his cock, “thank goodness tomorrow is the weekend then?” she leaned to peck his chin, “Shinsuke, fuck me, fuck me until I can’t walk tomorrow….”

A low grumble escaped his throat before she was shifted onto the middle of the bed, he paused, and she sensed hesitancy. “I… don’t have a condom.”

“I don’t either.”

Shinsuke groaned as she unconsciously bit her lower lip. “I can pull out; do you trust me?”

She locked eyes with him, her gaze unwavering. “Shinsuke, if I didn’t trust you completely, you wouldn’t be here right now.”

He chuckled and kissed her quickly, “stop making me fall for you.” He whispered that and impaled her in a swift thrust. His forehead pressed against hers as neither could speak but only feel one other. He gave her a second to adjust and accommodate his size before she gave him the silent green light.

He gave light shallow thrusts until the pained expression became a pleasant expression.

Shinsuke needed to not only feel her deep inside but needed to press himself against her. He held his weight off her, but his chest pressed against her.

He threads his fingers through hers again, pinning her arms beside her head. He fastened his hips, thrusting deeper each time and feeling his heavy sacks ricochet against her ass.

God, he wanted to breed her.

The animal instinct in him just wanted to breed her over and over. Impregnate her so she will be stuck with him forever—he and Shinnosuke.

He was already pinning her down; all he had left to do now was cum inside her… forcing her to take his seed.

He would cum inside her over and over until she was overfilled to ensure his seed took place, and a baby… their baby is conceived.

But that would be for another time.

“Y/n…” he groaned, feeling ready to explode. It has been a very long time since he’s ejaculated. He needed to withdraw now in case his timing was off. “You feel so – “ his words are lost when he feels her legs wrap around his waist and arms around his neck. “Y/n – no… I’m – about to –“

As their bodies pressed together, her chest brushing against his, she locked eyes with him. Her gaze was filled with seductive allure, her eyes hooded and shimmering with a glossy sheen, “cum – cum inside Shin… cum inside me….”

“You –“ he tried to shake off her legs, but they only locked tighter, “you don’t know what you’re asking for…”

“Give me a baby, our baby….”

He quickly succumbed to the overwhelming pressure, causing him to crumble.

“As many as I want?” When she looked at him, slightly confused, “many as I want? Right? I’ll marry you, and you’ll give me as many babies as I want?” She did not need to answer him verbally; he felt her walls squeeze him repeatedly as her womb screamed Yes! Yes! Yes!.

He let go of her hands, hooked his arms underneath her legs, and hiked them over his shoulders. He mounted on her, bending her in half before pounding into her, “you’re mine, Y/n. Kita Y/n. Mine.”

He embraced her passionately, envisioning a future where they shared the same surname, and eagerly anticipated the joy of starting a family together.

“Y/n,” he let out a soft moan near her ear, his body quivering in a release as both their bodies trembled together.

.

“Shin,” Y/n whimpered, “how – how can you… too much…” She could barely lift a finger. However, Shinsuke has been going nonstop. Finally, after three rounds back-to-back, he wiped her down and laid beside her after truly making sure she would not be able to walk.

He has pushed her beyond her limits, bending and pushing her into positions she had never felt so vulnerable.

She lost count of how often they’d engaged in such intensive intimacy.

It was early morning when his husky voice woke her up, his hands grazing her sensitive body and shifting her so he could slide in easily.

It was in the moment when she blabbered, permitting him to cum inside of her.

She wouldn’t be surprised if she were pregnant after these sessions. She learned of Shinsuke’s breeding kink – cumming inside her with an excessive amount of cum that the both of them were a mess of body fluids.

He whispered lewd words into her ear, telling her how good she was at taking in all his seeds. He could not wait to marry and see her round with his baby… babies because he wanted a big family. He was a man of his word, ensuring she would be pregnant after he was done.

And he was nowhere to be done.

She lay flat on her front side; his grip on her waist had become numb as he pounded into her from behind.

.

Y/n busied herself with setting the table, briefly glancing up as Shinnosuke murmured something she couldn’t quite catch.

He finished setting the table with her when he came around to her side, tugging the apron she wore.

She crouched down to his eye level, “what’s wrong?”

He leaned in closer, his tiny hands cupping her ear as he whispered with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, “can I… can I call you mommy?”

Y/n’s eyes widened with surprise as she gazed at him before responding, “do you want me to be your mommy?”

He nodded, his silver hair with dark tips fluttering, resembling his father’s. “I pray with granny every night, hoping you’ll become my mommy,” he confessed earnestly.

A month ago, Shinsuke and Y/n told Shinnosuke they were dating and seeing each other. Shinnosuke was overjoyed, sharing the information with all his friends and other school staff the next day.

Shinnosuke cherished the morning walks to school, gripping his dad’s and Ms. Y/n’s hands tightly. It filled him with a sense of warmth and belonging.

Y/n started to spend dinner with them and would head home after Shinnosuke went to bed. Then, of course, Shinsuke would take her home…

“Move in with me,” Shinsuke whispered; every night after their few rounds of lovemaking, he would ask the same question again.

As always, Y/n would answer softly, “soon.”

He would return home in the morning before Shinnosuke woke up.

Y/n gently ran her fingers through Shinnosuke’s hair, a tender expression of affection on her face. She adored the young boy, and in the brief period they had spent together, her heart had opened to this father and him. She had fallen in love with both of them deeply.

From the moment she first encountered Kita Shinnosuke, something about the boy inexplicably drew her in. As she inquired about his name and hobbies, his reserved yet bashful demeanor instantly sparked a connection within her.

“I like to garden with my dad.” He answered quietly, avoiding eye contact.

Every morning, she instinctively searched for him in her classroom, ensuring he was present. He was an intelligent and radiant student, and she cherished every moment with him. However, she couldn’t help but notice that his grandmother always picked him up after school while the other parents collected their children.

Y/n asked him one afternoon as she waited with him for his grandmother to show up. Shinnosuke was usually the last student picked up. “My dad is busy with the crops, so he doesn’t get home until after school; that is why my granny picks me up.”

Something deep within her urged her not to probe any further regarding his mother, as he seldom spoke about her.

It wasn’t until Mother’s Day that she organized an activity for all the students to create artwork to gift to their mothers. As the day drew to a close, she noticed Shinnosuke still seated at his desk, gazing at her. Concerned, she asked him, “Shinnosuke, why aren’t you getting ready to go home?” Then, she crouched down and inquired, “is everything all right?”

He nodded his head, a small smile on his face. “I have something to give you.”

Y/n raised a brow, “do you?”

He nodded his head again and pushed his artwork towards her. “Can I give this to you? I don’t have a mommy.”

Y/n’s heart ached for the boy. Everything suddenly made sense to her – why he rarely mentioned his mother.

By the grace of God, she met his father the next day.

And fell in love with him.

“What are you two whispering about?” Shinnosuke and Y/n spun around to find Shinsuke leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and one leg over the other. His brow raised as he observed them. “Are you two planning something without me?”

Shinnosuke chewed his lower lip nervously. “I asked Ms. Y/n if I could call her mommy.”

Y/n shared glances between father and son, noting the striking similarity in their expressions. She has seen some photos of

“And what did Ms. Y/n say?”

The boy anxiously glanced at Y/n, awaiting her response.

Y/n reached out and gently took hold of his tiny hands, cradling them in her own. “Shinnosuke,” she said softly, “you can call me whatever you feel comfortable with. If you want to call me mommy, I would be honored.”

His hazel-green eyes welled up with tears,  and he turned to glance at his dad as if seeking confirmation that he wasn’t the only one who heard it.

Y/n shifted her gaze to see Shinsuke approaching them. He crouched on one knee, stepped forward, and presented a small black velvet box. Then, with a heartfelt tone, he spoke, “Y/n, would you also be honored to be called my wife?”

“Please, mommy?” Shinnosuke pleaded, his eyes filled with anticipation, mirroring his dad’s hopeful expression.

“Will you marry me, Y/n? And join us here, with Shinnosuke, granny, and me?” Shinsuke’s quivered with emotion, but he pressed on, his eyes locked with hers. “Together, we can create the family we’ve always dreamed of and build a life together as partners.”

Y/n’s voice caught in her throat as tears streamed down her face, struggling to regain composure. She hastily wiped away the cascading tears, desperately seeking an explanation. “Did you two… plan this?” she choked out.

In a striking display of synchronicity, the father and son exchanged lopsided grins before responding, “yes.”

A soft sniffle escaped her as she gathered herself, her voice filled with emotion. “Yes,” she replied, her eyes glistening with tears, “I would be deeply honored to be your wife, Kita Shinsuke.”

Shinsuke exhaled deeply, a sense of relief washing over him as he reached into the box and retrieved the ring. Sliding it onto her finger gently, he leaned in and tenderly kissed her hand. Then, without hesitation, he pulled her into a warm, embracing hug, his voice filled with sincerity. “I love you, Kita Y/n.” Finally, he gently released his embrace on her and extended his arms to welcome his son into the fold. “We’re a family now,” he murmured, voice filled with warmth and joy.

.

Life immediately changed in the Kita household.

Y/n and Shinsuke were married quickly in a small and intimate gathering; they exchanged heartfelt vows, surrounded by those who witnessed their profound commitment and their undeniable love for each other.  

Neither could believe that a year had elapsed in such a short time.

As summer arrived and the children enjoyed their break from school, Y/n began to notice the subtle changes in her body. After confirming her suspicions, she felt a mix of excitement and anticipation. Finally, the time had come to share the joyous news with her husband, letting him know she was finally pregnant.

Shinsuke couldn’t help but feel and act surprised and delighted as Y/n shared her news, even though he had already suspected it for some time. The unmistakable pregnancy glow, her fatigue, and the increased sensitivity during their lovemaking had all been telltale signs. Deep down, he had known all along, but hearing her confirm it brought him a renewed sense of joy and anticipation.

The physical changes to her body had become more apparent, making it difficult to conceal the news longer. Y/n leaned close to Shinsuke, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with excitement. “Shinsuke,” she breathed, her eyes sparkling, “we’re having twins.”

And he couldn’t have expected anything less. A wide smile spread across his face as he embraced Y/n, his heart brimming with joy and excitement for the blessing of twins.

. . .

E/n: To be clear, we know between the Inarizaki boys... Aran is probably the longest... I hope you enjoy my version of Shinsuke - in my head, he is definitely the top HQ character with the biggest breeding kink.

>>>@queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

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[sapphire-writes]

Sweet Fruit (part 2) ~ Jacaerys Velaryon

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Part 4

summary: You continue to torment Jacaerys Velaryon during his stay in Winterfell, smutty shenanigans ensue.

word count: 1.6K

pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Snow!reader

rating: language, minors DNI, oral (m-receiving)

A/N: part 2 was requested by a lovely anon, I hope my Jace lovers enjoy a little spice 🔥

“You need to stop your tormenting of the young prince,” Cregan scolded you during the feast. Your attention had been focused on the dark-haired Velaryon all evening. 

Your father had a hunt and a feast thrown to celebrate the alliance between House Stark and Queen Rhaenyra. Cregan and Jacaerys had become quite close during the prince’s stay at Winterfell. 

You, however, had become a sore subject between the pair. Cregan adored you, even though your name was Snow, he treated you as any brother would a younger sister. Your fascination with Prince Jacaerys frustrated him; he knew how bold you could be and he knew the prince was betrothed. 

You rolled your eyes, taking another sip from your goblet of wine. 

“I do not know what you mean, brother,” you tell him, eyes wide with innocence. Cregan smiles tightly at you, unconvinced. You had grown up together, he knew most of your tricks. 

“That look may fool other lords in these walls but not I,” he says, pulling the cup from your grasp. You make a noise in protest, before frowning at your elder brother. 

“I mean it,” he says, his face serious. You stare each other down for a moment. You sigh dramatically. 

“Fine,” you tell him, reaching for your cup. He evades your advances, holding it just out of reach. 

“Y/N.”

“Yes, alright! I shall stop my teasing,” you tell Cregan, and he returns your goblet. 

“Thank you, sister,” he says, kissing the top of your head, “perhaps when this war is one, the Queen shall be kind enough to legitimize you, and we shall find you a good husband.”

Your heart beats faster at his words. 

Snow. Stark. What did it matter? The blood of the First Men flowed in your veins regardless of your title. You forced a smile.

“How lovely,” you agreed, as Cregan took off into the crowd. You watched as he made his way to Jacaerys. The young Prince grabbed Cregan in a brotherly hug, face merry with the antics of the evening, from the food, the wine, and the dancing. 

You couldn’t help but smile at his exuberant expression. From across the room, Jacaerys’ eyes met yours and you felt your face warm. Surely, it was just from the wine. 

His dark eyes watched you carefully before he gave you a polite nod. In the candlelight, it appeared his reddened cheeks darkened as he held your gaze, before your brother struck up some conversation, stealing his attention from you. 

You chewed on your lower lip knowing, no matter how unwise, you would not heed your brother’s warning. 

Jacaerys could not keep his mind off of you. You seemed to haunt his waking hours and even his dreams. The night before the feast he had awoken in a hot sweat from a dream of making love to you in the godswood beneath the old Weirwood tree. He could feel his cock aching all day, as he refused to relieve himself to the thought of you.

Then there you were at the feast. Laughing, dancing, delicate fingers stroking the arms of other northern lords. Jacaerys found himself jealous of those who gained your attention. He scolded himself mentally. 

It wasn’t right to think about someone this way, someone other than the woman he was betrothed to. The woman he was soon to marry once the war was over. 

The hour was late as Jacaerys went to return to his chambers from the feast. He did not know where you had run off to. The last he had seen of you, another lord was chasing you from the hall, your laughter ringing in the cold northern air like music.

Jace tried to suppress his feelings of annoyance as you entertained another. But he felt his blood grow hotter as he walked through the darkened halls of Winterfell. 

Suddenly, a small door creaked open, and a head of dark hair poked out into the hall. The figure turned and Jace was greeted by your face, dark eyes gleaming in the soft candlelight. 

“My lady,” he greeted and you waved your hands frantically.

“SHhhhh!” you hissed, reaching out towards him, fisting your hands into the front of his shirt, and pulling him into the room with you. The door creaked shut behind him.

The room was not so much a room, but a small closet. You stood facing each other, with barely enough room for both of you to stand away from each other at a comfortable distance. 

“You’re up late,” you accuse, a sly grin on your face. Jacaerys felt his breathing pick up, being in the small enclosed space with you. 

“What are you doing in here?” he asked, looking around the small closet, lit only by a single candle. 

You brought a finger to his lips, shushing him once more. 

“We are playing a game,” you whispered and Jacaerys cocked an eyebrow at you.

“What kind of game?” he asked, your finger still pressed to his lips. 

A wolfish grin broke out across your face. 

“Knights and princesses,” you tell him, letting your hand move to press against his chest. You can feel the steady drumming of his heart.

“The knights try to find the princesses and if they do,” you tell him, leaning in closer, voice a hushed whisper, “they may do what they please.”

Jacaerys felt his cheeks burn.

“I suppose this means you’ve captured me, my prince,” you tell him, looking up between your lashes. 

“I am not playing,” Jace says, lifting his chin to look away from you, trying to ignore the scent of sweet wine on your breath. The smell of lavender and smoke clings to your hair. You hum to yourself. 

“Pity,” you say, pressing your other hand to his chest, “I was so hoping you would show me what you know.”

Jace’s head snaps to look at you, and a muscle in his jaw twitches. He wraps his hands around your wrists, removing them from his chest, and backing you up toward the wall. A breathless laugh escapes you, a smirk forming at his boldness. 

“I told you, that was a crude rumor,” Jace tells you, eyes narrowing. Your eyes sparkled with mischief before your gaze dropped to the space between you. 

Jace’s eyes went round as you pressed yourself against him, feeling his hardness straining through his trousers. You blinked, looking up at him once more, your face the picture of innocence. 

“Shall I show you what I know, my prince?” you ask, wetting your lips.

Jace’s jaw slacked at your words, blushing furiously. You tugged your hands free from his grasp, though you were sure if he had wanted to he could have kept you trapped. 

Slowly, you sink to your knees before the dragon prince, hands toying with the laces of his breeches. You look up at him, batting your lashes. Jace’s breathing has become ragged, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His lips are parted, watching your every movement.

“I shall need your permission, my prince,” you tell him. Your tormenting of the prince would only go so far without his verbal consent. 

Jacaerys doesn’t know what comes over him. But the sight of you on your knees below him fills him with a burning desire he has never felt before.

“Yes,” he answers, breathlessly. The look in your eye is hungry, a wolf who has finally cornered her prey. Your hands loosen the laces of his breeches, pulling them down to Jace’s ankles. 

His cock springs free, pulsating, the tip an angry shade of red. Precum weeps from the tip and Jace makes an ungodly sound as you wrap your hand around his length. 

“You must be quiet, my prince,” you tease, mouth watering. There is something very thrilling about having a prince in the palm of your hand. Your teeth sink into your lower lip.

Tension blooms through Jace’s body as your hand begins stroking him. He has never had another person touch him this way before. His eyes squeeze shut as you continue your ministrations. 

With his eyes closed, he does not see as you lean forward, wrapping your lips around him, taking him completely in your mouth. A guttural moan leaves him, as his fingers tangle themselves in your hair. You hum around him and Jace thinks surely he has died, he has been slain in battle and this is his reward in the afterlife. 

Your mouth is so enticingly soft and warm, as you bob your head around him. You bring your tongue to the vein that runs under his length causing Jace’s legs to shake. The sounds in the small room are wet and lewd as you gag around his length, making sure to take all of him completely. 

Small whimpers and moans pour from the prince’s mouth as he is unable to stifle them. A feeling of intense pride fills your chest as you reduce the son of the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms to a whimpering mess above you. His grip is hard in your hair but you do not mind, you merely take it as an encouragement to go faster, to choke loudly on his cock.

Soon, you feel the prince’s cock twitch in your mouth. 

“I’m going, seven hells I-” Jace whines, looking down at you, eyes half-lidded with lust. You maintain eye contact with him as he releases his seed down your throat. Hot streams of his seed paint the walls of your throat and you swallow every drop.

Jace’s eyes widen as he comes down from his high, and his hands tremble with the pleasure you awarded him. You rise to your feet, bringing a sleeve to your mouth and wiping it clean. 

Jace’s breathing is uneven and ragged as you watch him, smirking. 

“Perhaps next time, my prince, you can show me what you know,” you tell him, winking before opening the door and exiting the room.

Jacaerys moves quickly to redress, a feeling of thrilling euphoria filling him at your words. 

Next time.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unsolicited 29

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, oral/noncon, coercion, cum, some untagged sexual and dark elements.

Wouldn’t mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

Masterlist

Lloyd struts ahead of you as the porter leaves the bag by the door and leaves. You glance around as he takes a chocolate dipped strawberry from the platter waiting in expectation of your arrival. He really planned this out. 

You take in every inch, the curved pink chaise and leather sofa, a long glass bar stocked with every bottle you could think of. And a golden rack filled with clothes hung in a spectrum of colours. Dress, lingerie, and more.

“So,” he speaks through a mouthful, juice dribbling from the corner of his lips, “what do you think, honey bun?”

You fold your arms, “what am I supposed to think?”

“Preferably, about me. Rabid dreams of fucking me into the sunset.”

“Please,” you roll your eyes as you tiptoe further inside, “you have to know I have no idea what the fuck you’re up to.”

“And you don’t need to know,” he disposes the stem and takes another berry, this one dipped in white chocolate, “come on, baby cakes,” he nears and offers the dessert, “enjoy it while it lasts.”

You narrow your eyes as he brings the strawberry to your lips and prods with the tip. You swallow and open your mouth, taking a luscious bite as he watches. You could shudder at the intensity in his eyes. He’s a nasty piece of work.

“Mmm,” he considers you as you chew and he nibbles at the rest of the berry, “I know you got some hangups about the whole… husband thing. Maybe I can do it right–”

“Lloyd, I’m not falling for it. What are you trying to do–”

“Look, I know things got out of hand last night, but I think we get along well–”

You scoff and nearly choke, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you shake your head. “Get along? Come on. Last night– Every day before– I know what you’re doing. You’re fucking with me. What do you want? Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot. Daddy, what hole?”

His smirk straightens and his eyes list away from you in irritation, “don’t.”

“I’m only playing by your rules.”

“My rules,” he insists as he looks at you again, “that’s right. So… maybe I’m changing them.”

You know he wants a reaction. You’re about to give it to him. He wants to play married couple? Now? After he demeaned you? After he humiliated you? Tried to push another woman in your face? Cut you? You just don’t get it.

You expected him to bend you over, to call you names, to slap you around. You didn’t expect this. He’s definitely screwing with your head. No, it’s not happening. Get through, go back and meet Colin, and leave.

“Alright, new rules,” you throw your hands up, “what now? I doubt it’s that different,” you pace around, “wanna fuck on this couch? Maybe against the window? Oh, is there a hot tub–”

“Baby, let’s not rush this,” he points at you, “I wanna have some fun. Some real fun.”

“Your type of fun.”

“Everyone’s type of fun,” he crosses the room and slips behind the bar. He takes out a square bottle of golden tequila and turns to pick out two shot glasses, “how about a game?”

You say nothing. Alcohol seems enticing but dangerous given the situation. Saying no just as much. 

“Okay, a game?”

“Never have I ever? Everyone knows that game.”

“Yeah, college girls.”

“Hm, you went to college, didn’t you? Community college… Fairview?”

You stiffen. How much does he know about you? Your ears prick with caution and you take a seat slowly. You don’t have much of a choice.

“That’s the one,” you confirm, “and you? If I had to guess…” you scrunch your lips, “Harvard.”

“Good guess,” he praises patronizingly.

“You reek of it.”

He grins proudly as he sits next to you and sets out the glasses. He pulls the stopper from the bottle and pours steadily. You can only watch the golden nectar touch the brim.

“You first,” he hands you one.

You huff and wobble your head indecisively. You were never very good at this. “Never have I ever… got in a fight.”

He tuts and downs the tequila, “too easy.”

You shrug and wait. He looks at the glass in your hand, “you never…”

“I asked, I don’t gotta drink.”

“Well, have you–”

“Not how it works,” you deflect smoothly, “your turn.”

“Hmm, never have I ever… kissed a woman.”

You arch a brow and drink. He tilts his head coyly as he stares intently. He hums. “Naughty girl.”

“She was probably the best kisser I knew.”

“Best?” He prods.

“Alright, uh,” he refills your glass as you conjure another question, “never have I ever skinny dipped.”

Again, he empties his shot. His throat ticks as he swallows, the high volume straining in his cheeks.

“No lime?” You wonder, “seems like we’re gonna go through this a bit fast.”

“Lime’s for pussies,” he sniffs, “never have I ever had a one night stand.”

You drink and right the glass, “do I drink for the number of times,” you kid.

He chuckles, “oh, you’re getting cocky.”

“I’m trying not to think.”

“You do that a bit too much,” he comments and reaches for the bottle.

“Never have I ever,” your vision blears slightly and you feel the percentage start to kick in, “been pegged.”

Lloyd puts the bottle down heavily. He seems put off by the absurd declaration. He looks at his glass and lifts it slowly, then stops and lowers it again. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head.

“Drink.”

“Fuck,” you toss back the tequila and he’s swift to top you up.

“Never have I ever… worn vibrating panties.”

You bite your cheek and wait for him to finish pouring. You drain the shot.

“Okay, I need the story,” he prompts.

“No way.”

“We should get a pair.”

“We?”

He pushes his shoulders back, “yeah, we. Mrs. Hansen. Go.”

He fills your glass again and you suck in your lip. You’re really feeling it now. You’re dizzy and bit sluggish as you focus on holding the shot steady.

“Hmmm, okay,” you inhale. No, that makes it worse. “Never have I everrrr….” you drag out the words with your thought, “been with two partners at once.”

He swigs and lets out a hiss as the alcohol constricts his throat. You smile triumphantly. You can even it out if he says something stupid enough.

“Never have I ever,” he begins, “tasted my own cum.”

You clamp your lips together and sigh. You drink. His eyes round and he nearly spills his own drink.

“Well, well, looks like I’m not the one who corrupted you,” he taunts.

“You must be disappointed,” you hold back a hiccup and put the glass on the low table, “alright, I need some water. Maybe a break.”

“Ah, not so fast,” he stops you from standing as he catches your hip and nudges you back down, “are you… tipsy?”

“Lloyd,” you wave him away, “stop.”

“Not so fun, is it?”

“Fuck off.”

“Oh, you think if I tell you to shave your eyebrows, you’ll do it.”

“You did that yourself,” you chide, “don’t even–”

You touch your forehead and breathe.

“Don’t worry, we can still have fun,” he grabs the back of your head and raises his glass, “just a little more and I think we’ll have loads.”

“Ll–” he pours the tequila into your mouth and you sputter, choking it down as he holds you in place. You hit his hand and the glass falls to the floor as you flail, “Jeez–”

“Come on, baby, you got me worked up on the plane,” he shoves his hand up your skirt, “better finish what you started.”

“Fucker,” you slur, “I knew–”

“What did you know?” He leans into you, laying you down on the couch, “that I can’t wait to eat your pussy raw? Or that I’m gonna blow your back out.”

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #Unsolicited #series #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #the gray man

[kusagrasskusa]

Erron Black X Reader - “You’re gonna be a daddy”

Summery: Short little wholesome story where Erron Black comes home from a long bounty, and seeing his woman outside their little home. She looks at him and greets him in a strange way, and whenever he asks about it, he hears something he never expected to here. Read the last paragraph before getting to the story!

TW: Miscarriage

This is something that hits a little closer to home for me. Almost a year ago, I was gonna have a baby sister named Willow. I was at my boyfriend’s house and called my mom for something, but she sounded upset over the phone. When she picked me up later and I asked what it was about, she looked at me and said, “there wasn’t a heartbeat.” She was so depressed for months over it and we eventually discovered she has something called MTHFR, a blood clotting disease that results in pregnancy loss. Oh and just buy the way… My mom is going through a program to help her have one last kid, so the story has a happy ending.

In this story, Y/N has lost her children to this blood cell disease and was thought to never be able to have a family.

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The sun was bright and the unearthly birds chirped along with each other as they flew around the heated realm known as Outworld. A cute little deserted farmhouse was stationed quite a bit away from other civilians, but relatively close to the empire which Kotal Kahn resided in. A lovely pond was situated near the farm house and little gardens grew from the pond water. It was surrounded by woods, but a safe part of the forest. A lovely woman would go outside everyday to take care of the animals with her pet Outworlden cat, C/N. It was like a mainecoon and a demon had a baby, but it for the most part had the sweet maincoone personality. The woman had began to wear lovely loose white dresses lately, even in the bright and hot sun. But every single day had been the happiest day in her life ever since two months prior to when this story would take place.

But, she didn’t know this would be the happiest of even the happiest days. At least for now.

“Ooo,” she breathed out, holding onto her back as she sat down on a rock near the pond and garden for a quick break. She breathed in heavily, the morning air refreshing her skin but maybe a little too much so. She gazed over the beautiful own she built with her husband, remembering their dreams of starting a life together the way it felt it should be. Building a lovely little home and marrying there, and although it was just them at the wedding, they would later on find out they would have had another member of the family.

Her eyes gazed over the four tombstones on the other side of the pond. Y/N almost wanted to cry more for each second she looked at them, but those days would finally be behind her. She would always be a mother of those four, buried beneath the ground, and she would soon be a mother of five. Her first baby had died unexpectedly, and when she lost the third one, her husband spoke to his boss about what could possibly be wrong.

He was a blood god, god of war, and god of the sun- and the ruler of her realm. When he first laid on eyes on the girl, he felt pity for her; her gloomed face moving his heart enough to take time out of the day to help her. Each baby had died from high levels of homocysteine levels and eggs not being able to fertilize correctly- and it broke her heart more and more. Even the Kahn was upset for days after the meeting and allowed her husband to stay home for some time.

But, that was a year ago and her husband was off to complete a difficult bounty. Erron had been gone for about 3 months now, and the night before he left had been the night she would conceive her next child. She didn’t know she was pregnant until 2 months ago, and she had been seeing Kotal Kahn every single day for him to use his abilities on her and rejuvenate her. She wanted to badly to have her child- and her baby had lasted longer than any other. This one was going to survive.

C/N meowed as it chased after a bird that soared through the skies. “C/N!” The lady called out for her animal, “you’re gonna step on the flowers!” She huffed as the cat tripped over a watermelon vine- but this was an Outworld watermelon vine, so it was like tripping over a stubborn tree root.

“That cat’s gon’ get us killed one day,” a voice called out from behind her. She whipped her head around, her eyes widening at the sound of that familiar voice.

“Erron!” She called out, standing up and running into her husband’s arms, who chuckled while squeezing her under his loving grip.

“Hey there, baby doll,” he greeted, suppressing just how happy he really was to see her. Those long trips were always painful to go on, but the upside is that he gets more happy to see his girl’s beautiful face. “Y/N, baby, don’t cry,” he chuckled as he released her, grabbing her chin so she looked up at him. Tears flooded down her face more than usual, making her giggle as well.

“Haha, I told myself I wouldn’t cry this time,” she sniffled, brushing her hair out of her face. She instinctually put her hand on her stomach as the adrenaline died down which made her remember that her back was hurting. “Mmm,” she grunting as she backed up into the rock again, sitting down. Her husband followed her and sat down with her, wrapping his larger arm around her.

“Are you okay, suga’ plum?” He asked, glancing over at where she laid her hand. 3 months was still too early for a noticeable bump, but she was heavier than what she used to be if only by a little bit. Y/N sniffled, more tears pouring out as she looked at him.

“You’re gonna be a daddy,” she cried out, wrapping her arms around her husband. “This time, you’ll be holding your son in your arms happily! This one’s gonna make it!” Erron’s eyes widened as he blinked out in shock.

“I’m,” he started, chuckling, “I’m gonna be a daddy?” Y/N laughed, wiping more tears of joy while Erron wanted to hold his in.

“Yes! I already have his room made a-and-“ she stuttered while her breathe hitched. “I’ve been seeing Kotal everyday so he could rejuvenate and tell me what was going on with our boy. He’s as healthy as can be!”

That night, dinner was extra special. Along with whenever they went to bed later that night- they slept in each other’s arms that night, cuddling in their sleep. Little do they know in a few months, they wouldn’t be able to sleep that close together if they could sleep at all. Let’s just say S/N is gonna have his daddy’s fighting spirit.

Especially in his sleep when he kicks and punches his baby limps at those stupid monsters in what most kid’s would call a nightmare. To him, those nightmares are battlegrounds where nothing can escape his wrath.

#mk erron black #erron black x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #erron black #mk erron #mkx mortal kombat x #mortal kombat xl #mortal kombat x #mk mortal kombat #mortal kombat #mortal kombat erron black #sad :( #aww cute #sad but happy

[daenakills]

Only an illusion.

Pairing: Otto Hightower x female reader.

Era: pre-episode one/season one.

Warnings: age gap, angst, dead wife, manipulation, etc.

Summary: You fell in love with him because of letters.

Every day started with your mother trying to convince you to get married, it was one of the things she always wanted for you. But the answer was always the same, you refusing to marry. You were already very lucky to even be asked for your opinion, since most of your colleagues always ended up married to men they hated or ignored.

Your reason for not wanting to marry was different from that of some maidens, who wanted to be independent or who did not love the men to whom they were engaged. Your reason was that you met a man. A man much older than you, who had a good last name and could give you a good life.

The thing is, he was a widower. You have no problem with widowed men, but this one could be noticeably hurt by losing his beloved. The feeling that you were taking the place of another woman destroyed you, and besides, there was living proof of the love he had for her. Her daughter, whom you met many times, from a distance of course, and the times you spoke were cordial and nothing too out of the ordinary. The two of you were the same age, and that made you wonder if continuing to talk to this man was right.

The way of communication between you and him was simple, letters that recounted the feelings of the other, obviously yours were more expressive than his, but his attempt at romanticism was appreciated.

He told you about his responsibilities as the hand of the king and how unbearable some people seemed to him. Although to be honest, he seemed to enjoy more the philosophical act, poetry and reflection. Therefore, with each letter they sent, a metaphorical air was felt, which also functioned as a way of people not discovering about what or who the both of you were talking about.

During the months, you fell madly in love with this man with whom you never got to speak in person, with this walking illusion. Sometimes you asked your father if he had ever met the hand of the king, he answered curtly, without many details. That was annoying, not being able to know exactly how he was bothered you.

This day your mother began her usual rite of insisting that you get married, but this time she mentioned something that waked something in you.

– This week we are going to a festivity that will take place in Kings Landing. I hope you dress up like the beautiful young lady you are and get more suitors.

You only heard half of what she said, but once she mentioned King's Landing you knew you had a very good chance of seeing Otto. Just that night you decided to send a letter letting him know you were going to be there. The days passed quickly, although for you it was an eternity, until finally it was the day. You put on your best dress, had your hair done in the best way just for him.

When you arrived you got the upper class people talking and chatting, some women were talking about the dresses of the younger girls. Until you finally saw him, him, the man who always had you thinking about him. You wanted to get closer but your parents were, as always, stopping you.

It was time for the dance, and when you were already approaching him a boy arrived.

– Hello, My lady, I was hoping you would give me this dance, so that I could witness your beauty more closely.

You accepted, and while you danced you thought about whether you would have fallen in love with him under other conditions. Probably not.

While you were dancing with him, a voice came.

– Excuse the interruption, but could you give me this dance? – It was him, it was Otto and when you heard his voice you felt relief in your chest. It was just as you imagined it in your deepest dreams.

The boy accepted, now you were free for him, and only for him.

– Did you have fun with the boy? I hope I haven't ruined this evening with my presence. – He said in an obviously sarcastic way.

– The truth is that yes, I felt disappointed that you interrupted us, I was prepared for him to ask me to marry him. – This was a way of speaking that only the two of you understood, it was their way of communication.

– Ah, I am so sorry to have interrupted such a lovely moment.

There was a moment of staring between the two, and then both of you decided that it was better going to go to a more private place to talk. Well, once they got there you started kissing him roughly but then he stopped you.

– Enough, I came here to explain something, I'm not here to do what you think I'm here to do. I'm sorry to have to tell you this way, but you and I can't have anything serious.

After he said that there was an awkward silence until you spoke.

- Because? – That was the question, just that, it was the only thing that your mind wondered.

– A union between the two does not benefit me at all, it does for you, but not for me. I promised myself after the death of my wife that I was going to marry with beneficial intentions only. I want you to understand that at my age I no longer want to experience moments of teenage romance.

You didn't speak, you just started sobbing and did what you always did. Run away, abandon that moment and pretend it didn't happen. After that moment the whole evening was of funereal significance. The death of your first love. When you got home you decided to finally kill that void he left behind and tell your mother to marry you to someone. With whomever she wanted, after all, no matter who you were with, you would never love someone more than you loved him.

— This started as smut but then I decided to do something different.

#otto hightower #house of the dragon #otto hightower x reader #older man younger woman #hotd fanfic #angsty

[luvvsunghoon]

never yours. — lee heeseung

plot ౨ৎ your last night together , as lovers.

genre ౨ৎ nsfw, arranged marriage, angst, forbidden love

warnings!! ౨ৎ femreader, cigarette use, slight implied/suggestive scenes, cheating[?]

note ౨ৎ first post on tumblr! going to post some content that is from my insta @luvvsunghoon , as well as some tumblr type content on here <3

Heeseung craned his neck sideways, letting out an attractive sigh of relief. Tension. The tension between you two was killing you.

You had tried to collect your thoughts under his sheets but you couldn’t. Your back faced him to create a divide from his body and your feelings which you could not contain. What were you doing in a soon-to-be married mans bed?

The comforter was too soft for your liking ; you often sank down into the bed- the mattress practically swallowed you whole. Maybe he preferred his mattress soft, or maybe he enjoyed seeing your figure slowly sink down into the bed. Either way, you stayed in this uncomfortable yet comfortable situation with him for quite some time now.

The spark of his metal lighter his fiancé gifted him filled the quiet room, once again reminding you, you weren’t his.

His back was propped up against the grand bed board — a cigarette in-between his dangerous lips. With every exhalation of his cigarette you held your carefully held your breath under the thick sheets. You couldn’t tell why, but the inevitable pit in your stomach was present as always. His cigarette crackled, leaving the burnt aroma in your hair and on your skin. Your last night together.

“Hey.” He called you; you finally looked back at him. He ran his fingers through his sleep disheveled hair. His sleepy, lustful eyes were begging for your touch. You couldn’t resist. His bedroom was tainted with sheen, dim moonlight. The misty light mixed with wisps of smoke adorned his face and bare neck.

You finally propped your head against the board of the bed, and before you knew it, his shoulder. Despite the cold situation he intertwined his warm fingers with yours.

“Don’t get married tomorrow.” You said, half serious-half jokingly. You shuffled the sheets to cover your shoulder and his chest.

“Mhmm.”

“Don’t get married next week.” He made a quick remark. You were getting married next week. To a stranger.

You both came from wealthy rival families; both of your fathers were generational enemies. Distance, other relationships and words couldn’t keep you apart from Heeseung. He was your escape from reality, a beacon of hope in your life. This night you had both decided you were tired of running and you both realized you had familial duties to fulfill.

“How did we end up here?” He said in an oddly deep, philosophical tone.

“I am using you.” Your voice had an unexpected sad tone to it. You couldn’t control your emotions.

“Mhmm?” He laughed, burying his face in your hair, leaving small kisses on the top of your head. A small smile appeared on your lips he had kissed one too many times.

“I am using your handsome face to fill the void I feel in my heart.” You joked—

“Wow, I am only a pretty face to you, huh?” He exhaled another slow breath of smoke and filled the air with more lust.

All you could do was smile and wait for what he was going to say next. He was wearing his gold banded wedding ring with the lit cigarette he handed you. You accepted it and held it between your lips.

“I wish I had never fallen so hard for you.” He whispered, his voice in a certain pain only you could understand. Your smile faded. You wanted to agree, but it was too painful to say out loud. You loved him. He loved you. What he said provoked a warm tear to fall from your lustful eyes. You finally realized—

You were everything he ever wanted in a woman, but he could never have you. For now on, for the rest of this lifetime you could imagine the embrace his touch and dream about kissing his longing lips, but he was never yours.

@luvvsunghoon

#enhypen #fanfic #enhypen fluff #kpop fanfic #lee heeseung #yang jungwon #park jongseong #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #niki fluff #kpop

[redheadspark]

hiii

so I had this really cute idea for you, not sure if you’re taking requests right now but feel feel to just ignore this or if you decide to do it than yay no rush!!

A Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader where they had just been married recently and its her first christmas with the bridgerton’s and the reader is just feeling out of place because, shes never been to such a big family gathering and had so much love and kindness shown towards her, since shes had such bad experiences with her own family?!

Im horrible at explaining ideas but I hope you like this idea and decide to write it if not i still love and appreciate you ahah 😆💗

A/N: This is simply cute for our Benedict! Thanks for the request, bestie!

Me Too

Summary: Your first Christmas as a Bridgerton is a dream come true, even when you thought it was a dream.

Warnings: A hint of angst but mostly fluff!

“One more turn!  Come on!”

“Honestly, Colin!”

The while room was rilled with laughter, the warmth of the family gathering in the small parlor room was infectious with the twinkling lights of the tree next to the active fireplace and the glow of the lit candles and gentle lights on the walls.  Everyone was laughing, playing one of the infamous Bridgerton games around the coffee table the you and Benedict arrived, finally making it after having to travel through the snow that was starting to come down heavy.  Of course, being in the the snow and going very slow was already nerve wracking for you, and now you were going to spend your Christmas with your new family. 

It wasn’t that you hated your new family, you loved them actually.  When you and Benedict started dating, all of his siblings and his mother were beyond happy to meet you and get to know you.  They were a rambunctious bunch for certain, especially on the first night you came over for dinner, but you had the best time.  Each sibling acted like a sibling would with your boyfriend: teasing him with your behind his back and telling you some of the embarrassing stories just to make him blush and roll his eyes.  You loved it all, not to mention the warmth and kindness from Anthony’s wife Kate and Daphne’s husband Simon.  And of course, Benedict’s mother was beyond happy to get to know the very woman who stole Benedict’s heart.

They were the perfect family, and now you were a Bridgerton.

“Ah, we were waiting for you!” Daphne said in joy as you and Benedict walked in together hand in hand.  The rest of the group looked too, big grins on their faces while they rushed the pair of you at the opening of the room.  You were getting hug after hug, almost in a hint of shock from how quickly you were getting the love and affection from them.  But this was no surprise, they were always wonderful to you.  Even at the wedding, they made sure you were well taken care of and that you never had to lift a finger.  

It mostly came from your mother, whom was harboring bitter feelings or resentment against your father who divorced her a few years ago and was taking it out on you since you sided with him most of the time.  she hated that you wanted to be with your dad more, talking nasty about him when he wasn’t in the room or venting to you.  It was worst on your wedding day, merely because your mother-in-law graciously volunteered to pay for most of the event as her gift to you and Benedict. You loved your own family, you really did, but there was so much hurt and pain from past experiences with them that you were afraid that Benedict would not wish to be with you because of those blemishes.  Yet he stayed, loving your for all you are and taking care of you when you had your low moments with your mother or extended family members.  

“Give them space to breathe now, please!” Kate said to the others as she was the last one to hug you, you sighing in relief as she held you close.  The other drifted back to the parlor room, playing their game again to leave you, Benedict, Kate and Another to talk in the hallways.  Kate smile sweetly at you, “Come now, I think you two should get settled in and comfortable from that long drive, okay?  How did it go at your house?”

You looked from her over to Benedict, seeing him clear his throat uncomfortably and give Kate a small look.  Kate grimaced, looking back at you while you shuffled your feet a little bit.

“That bad?” She asked, you saying nothing but the silence was enough.  Anthony then took your arm in his and gestured to Kate and Benedict.

“Let’s take you to your room and you can tell us,” He reassured him, the four of you walking together down one of the smaller hallways that had to the guest rooms.  You had a wave of relief from the support you were getting from your new family, never one doubting you or pressing onto the topic more since the knee it hurt.  Kate and Anthony were smitten with you and Benedict being together, you and Kate working together at the same company when Kate setting you up with her brother in law.  The smug look on her face when you two made it official was clearly evident, she never did let it down.  

You made it to your ensuite, Benedict taking your bags in hand and placed them in the closet as you stripped off your coat to hang it.  Anthony and Kate sat on the bed, Anthony leaning back a bit as Kate was sitting up and ready to listen.

“What did your mother do now?” Anthony had to ask as you took off your boots carefully.

“The same as she always does: guilt trips me,” You replied in a huff, feeling the cool carpet beneath your bare feet and between your toes as Benedict moved over to kiss your cheek.

“She was bit more on edge tonight,” Benedict added as he walked with you over to the bed.  He sat against the headboard as you curled into him and rested your head on his shoulder while he went on, “We only went tonight to give our presents and to give our best wishes, but her mother wanted her to stay,”

“After what happened last year with you?” Kate asked with a hint of shock, “Is she serious?”

“She wants me to forget what happened and start fresh,” You murmured, your fingers tapping against one another as a nervous habit as you took in another breath, “I explained to her I couldn’t forget what she said to me, or what she said about my dad. I told her, again, that I wasn’t going to stay under the same room with her if she was still going to talk about my father and me like that.  But then….then she went after my marriage and called it a fraud,”

Your mother never saw the relationship with Benedict as something that was going to last.  Maybe he wasn’t happy that you two were in love, or that Benedict was treating you beyond gracefully and with kindness, but there was always some kind of resentment or hesitance for her to accept Benedict.  But perhaps it was also that you were more strong willed and willing to go against her, the hold she had on you when you were younger was loosening and loosing it’s strength as you got older.  

“I’m sorry,” Kate said to you carefully as Benedict hugged you a bit tighter from his spot on the bed, “She was never a fan of seeing you happy,”

“That’s putting it lightly,” Anthony grumbled from his spot near your feet, though Kate lightly slapped his arm. 

“We’re going to forget about all of that and focus on being here with the family, hon.  My mother has been looking forward to you being here for Christmas as an Official Bridgerton, and I think she made sure we had extras sweets for you to enjoy since she knows you like her cookies she would bake,” Benedict explained to you with a smirk, making your blush.

“She makes them perfectly,” you added, then sighing and rubbing your face, “You’re right: I’m gonna have a good time here and not worry about it,”

“That’s my girl,” Benedict said in a grin.

The rest of the night was beyond perfect.  You and Benedict got into more comfortable clothing once Kate and Anthony left you, finding the rest of the siblings and Violet Bridgerton in the parlor again to join them in decorating the parlor Christmas Tree.  Some of the ornaments were beyond old, lasting in the family for decades of end.  Whereas others were new, and one of the traditions was that each new married couple would get an ornament to hang on the tree.  Violet gave you the ornament she made for you and Benedict, letting you find a spot to hang on the tree.  

Once that was done, yhe youngest daughter Hyacinth coaxed you into baking and decorating more cookies in their massive kitchen.  The pair of you in shrieks and giggles while attempting to mix in the ingredients but some spilling on the countertop instead.  It was such a sight, sugar on your nose and flour on your cheeks.  But you were grinning wildly as the frosting was smeared on the fresh cookies.

Finally, after washing off the dough on your fingers and washing the spoons and knives, you were ending your first night in the living room, all of the family together and piled on the couch as you were watching It’s A Wonderfull Life.  Everyone was changed into their pajama’s Daphne and Simons little son in his adorable Onesie and fast asleep in his mother’s arms while the rest of the family watched the classic film.

You were on a loveseat with Benedict, both of you snuggled within each other’s arms with one of the throw blankets over your legs.  You took a moment to look at the scene in front of you: the tv with a glow from the movie playing softly in the room, the fireplace still active with fresh logs on the fire, and everyone begin so close together and blissfully happy.  

In your mind, this was what you wanted at your own home, with your own mother and father. You wanted to have this kind of Christmas with them, with no fighting and or yelling across the room.  Decorating the tree together, having your own cookies to make, seeing a movie together on the couch.  You wanted all of that.

And now that you have it, it made your start to cry.

“Hey, you okay?” Benedict asked you as he saw the fresh tears on your face.  It was the scene where Jimmy’s Stewart’s character proclaimed his love, promising to give the moon.  You grinned, though tears were on your chin now as you looked over at your husband.  He watched in concern, holding you a bit tighter as you just grinned.

“I’m beyond happy,” You replied in a whisper, not wishing to interrupt the movie for the others.  Benedtct smiled, seeing that you were happy and that tears were just a side effect on it.  He loved making you happy, doing anything in his power to bring a smile on your face and never let it fade.  No matter how many times he wished to scold and yell at your mother for making your cry or scream, he never did.  Because he knew you would never want him o do just a thing.  So all he could do was love you and make sure you felt that love everyday you woke up and every night you fell asleep.  

“Me too,” he hummed back, stroking away the tears on your face with his thumbs before you two watching some more of the movie.  Yes, you were blissfully happy.

Happy with your new family. 

The End

#benedict bridgerton x y/n #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton fandom #luke thompson

[sweetbuckybarnes]

Magpies - One

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky remembers (only slightly) what his ma used to say about magpies - and it's something Y/N even said. Suddenly, Bucky's relationship with Y/N was a test of the magpies' poem. But he knew they would get out on the other side, alive and together.

Word count: 621

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

1936, Brooklyn, New York

Once again, Steve was picking a fight with someone three times his size. This time Steve was defending a sweet girl who was being held up against an alley wall.

"Steve?" Came the voice of James Buchanan Barnes, known as Bucky by his friends and family. Bucky had found Steve down yet another alley. About to fight yet another boy who was taller than him. Bucky rolled his eyes and helped Steve get rid of the 'older' boy.

Steve said some comment about staying away from the girl, which is when Bucky noticed the girl leaning against the wall trying to catch her breath. She was gorgeous, the most beautiful young woman he had seen in his life. "Are you ok, darling?"

The young woman didn't say anything, but she gave the pair a nod.

"Maybe we should get her inside," Bucky said, as he looked up and started to see white flakes of snow coming down. The young woman before them looked younger than them. She looked around Rebecca's age... "By any chance do you know Becca?" And she nodded. There was only one person on this side of Brooklyn that went by Becca - Bucky's little sister Rebecca Barnes. "I'm her older brother James,"

She introduced herself as Y/N and Bucky now knew which friend of Becca's this was. Y/N had only just moved to Brooklyn within the past few months. Becca had befriended the new girl and they became fast friends.

Bucky, Steve, and Y/N turned up at Bucky's home. Bucky was practically hounded by his mother as Rebecca walked over to Y/N and wrapped her in a hug asking her if she was ok.

This was the first time Bucky had met Y/N, it felt like there could be something between them...

Over the years since their first meeting, Y/N had spent time at the Barnes home and Bucky's blossoming feelings grew. But, his sister would kill him if he ever initiated anything with Y/N.

When it was announced that Britain would be going to war with Germany, Bucky had a feeling that America wouldn't be far behind.

This is how Bucky found himself begging his little sister for permission to take Y/N out on a date...

Bucky was begging, nearly on his knees!

"Becca, darling. Let James take Y/N out on one date - if she doesn't want to, that's ok. If they only go on one date and don't take it further, that's also ok, but at least he tried," Winnifred Barnes told Rebecca, whilst also looking at Bucky.

The date was wonderful, and they turned into two and three and blossomed into a loving relationship.

The one thing that Bucky wanted to do with his doll (other than the... obvious reason) is that he truly wanted to live under the same roof as her - but it was all that conventional.

The other thing Bucky was thinking about was marriage. The idea of marrying Y/N snuck up on him slowly and quietly until he was having dreams at night that surprised him.

This is how Bucky found himself on one knee, looking up at his darling girl. “Doll, I know I don’t have much or even a ring to give you. But, my darling Y/N, will you do me the honour of marrying me when I get back from the war?” Bucky asked, holding his hand out to his girl.

“Bucky, I would be honoured,” as Y/N reached down and pulled Bucky up into a kiss.

When Y/N stood on the platform with Steve to see Bucky off to war, she didn’t know that this would be the last time that she would see him...

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #james buchanan barnes #reader #steve rogers #rebecca barnes #winnifred barnes

[dirtywrestling]

Backstage Affairs - Randy Orton (18+)

Commission: @thesimonkshow

Pairing: Randy Orton x Simon

Summary: Simon is a backstage worker whom is entangled in an affair with Randy Orton.

Warnings: 18+, Deep throating, Throat Fucking, Blow Jobs, Affairs/Cheating, Cussing, Minors DNI

Word Count: 3,246

Parts: Two / Three

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Working for World Wrestling Entertainment was a dream come true. Becoming a backstage worker with the company meant there were some traveling in the job. I nearly visited every state twice and went out of the country a few times. I’ve recorded all of my journeys and even made a few friends along the way. Becoming close with some employees and even a few wrestlers, some wrestlers I grew very close, closer than friends. 

I was talking about the one and only Viper, Randy Orton. It all started one drunken night at a bar. A few backstage workers and I were in a group having a few drinks away from the wrestlers. See, Wwe is like high school and the wrestlers are the jocks where the behind the camera workers were the geeks, but without us the superstars would be nothing. No air time, no help promoting themselves out in the world and no media. Some wrestlers had to hire people to run their accounts because they were too busy to do it themselves.

Back at the bar we were mingling amongst ourselves as we heard a loud ‘smack’. Looking down across the room a young blonde had slapped Randy across the face, probably disgusted with his manners and how he approached her. “Your loss, slut.” Randy grumbled loudly into his glass as he took another swig.

 “Isn’t he married?” One of the girls asked.

“Yeah, he is. Someone should call his wife and tell him how much of a womanizer he is.” The second female scoffed, looking away from Randy before he made eye contact. 

I made a face, I knew being on the road for so long got lonely and seeing these wrestlers getting divorced because they miss their wives or husbands and go out and cheat. “Hmm, I think I’ll take him back to the hotel room.” I mention, grabbing my beer I took one last gulp of it and placed it back on the counter. 

“You can’t be serious? What has Randy Orton ever done for you so good?” The male coworker named Jermey asked. “Why be nice to one of the biggest assholes in the business?” He went on. 

“Because I’m a nice person and I don’t talk shit about others behind their back. If you have a problem with them, say it to their face. If you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t fucking say anything, simple as that.” I snapped. “Now, excuse me.” I pushed past the small group and made my way to Randy. “Hey, Randy I think you’ve had one too many.” 

Randy glared at me with his blood shot eyes. “I think I know when enough is enough.” Randy grumbled. 

“Randy, come on, let me drive you to the hotel. You’ll thank me later.” I placed my right hand on his shoulder. 

Randy looked up at me and huffed out a breath. “Fine.” He grunted. Straightening up he pulled out his wallet and slapped down a twenty dollar bill on the surface for the bartender. “Keep the change.” He hiccuped. 

The drive to the hotel was quiet, I assumed that Randy fell asleep but was soon startled by his gruff voice. “I heard you talking to those losers at the bar.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, peeling my eyes away from the road. I finally looked at him. 

“Sticking up to me after they trash talked about me.” He had his head resting against the window, staring out at it. “No one has ever stood up for me. People think I’m a careless asshole, which I know I am but I guess that’s what happens when fame and fortune comes into your life.”

“Well, you just have to teach yourself that not everything is about money.” 

Randy sat up in his chair as I  pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. “Will you teach me?” His blue eyes sparkled as he looked at me. 

I was so dazed and memorized by his features I couldn’t help but to say yes to him. That night Randy was given the best pleasure of his life. Giving Randy a blowjob as his back was pinned to the wall, I was in control. I decided whether he came or not, I was the one building up his release and backing off. Randy has never begged before and he became humbled and caring after that night. 

“Hello? Simon, Earth to Simon, hello?” 

Snapping out of my thoughts, I cleared my throat and looked at who was calling me. “Yes, Emma?” I asked. 

“Dude, you were staring at Randy for like the past five minutes, these cables for the camera aren’t going to wrap up themselves.” She pointed at the cords on the floor. 

“Uh, right. Sorry I was just caught up in my thoughts.” I mumbled, leaning down I plucked up the end of the black cord and started to wrap it. 

“What made you all so flustered?” A thick voice nearly made me jump out of my skin. 

Stopping my work I looked to see Randy, he was out of his wrestling attire and in street clothes, his arms folded over his chest. “Nothing has me flustered.” I blushed, picking up the pace of wrapping the long cord.

“Oh yeah, then why were you staring at me for so long?” 

“I was thinking.” I spoke, pausing wrapping up the cords for a second.

“Yeah, about what?” Randy hummed, intrigued by my pondering thoughts.  

“I should really get back to work.” I looked back at the long trail of cord. 

Randy grabbed me by my chin and made me look at him. “Tell me.” He growled.

I gulped, “okay, okay.” I quickly slapped his hand away from my chin, not wanting anyone to see us. “I was thinking of the very first night I sucked your cock.” I licked my lips, remembering as if it was yesterday but it was months ago. 

Ever since that night happened Randy and I booked hotel rooms together and fuck, sometimes we even cuddle. I couldn’t help but to think I was good for Randy, he was nicer in the locker room and even to my work friends. Even though he was married, I did feel bad for having him go behind his wife’s back and cheat. I didn’t support cheating but I couldn’t get enough of Randy. 

“Hmm, that night huh? I don’t recall that night ever happening.” Randy teased. “I think we might have to reenact it all, don’t you think?” There was a soft smirk set on his lips. “You know, jogging my memory.” 

Gulping, I bit my lip at Randy’s teasing. I slowly nodded my head. “Y- Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I think I can do that.” I smiled. “Let me finish here and I’ll meet you at the hotel, sounds good?” 

“Sounds awesome to me.” Randy smiled, looking around the empty hallway he leaned down and placed a soft kiss to my lips. “The room is 313, I’ll see you there, Simon.” He whispered. With that, Randy took a step back and walked away. 

Sighing softly, I started to wrap up the cord once more. “Hey, Simon, a few of us are going out to get drinks. Are you down to come?” Dylan asked as a few people were behind him. 

I bit my lip, knowing I should decline the offer but it’s been so long since I’ve hung out with friends. Nearly every night I spend it with Randy, one night with my friends wouldn’t hurt. “Yeah, I’m in.” I blurted out, knowing I should have texted Randy about the new plans but I was focusing more on my needs than his. 

After a few drinks in the bar, I parked my car in the hotel parking lot. Checking the clock on the dashboard I realized I was two hours late. Gulping, I opened the car door and stumbled out of it. Hiccuping softly, I made my way to the back and grabbed my bag full of clothes. Locking my car I stumbled towards the entrance of the hotel. 

I tried walking correctly, not wanting people’s attention. I rushed towards the elevator. As the doors closed I exhaled a soft sigh, I made it this far without anyone questioning me now I just have to make it pass Randy. Hopefully he wouldn’t smell the alcohol on my breath and I could just blame being late due to work, even though I left thirty minutes after speaking with my friends. While working backstage we get things done pretty quick due to everyone wanting to head home early.

As the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, I slowly walked out. I squinted at the bright lights shining down onto me, groaning. I held up my hand, shielding my eyes. 

Finally I arrived in front of room 313. I stared at the number, grumbling. “He did say 313, right?” I questioned myself in a buzzed astate. I couldn’t remember. I patted myself down, trying to find the key card, cussing to myself as I remembered Randy didn’t give me one. “Fucker.” 

Soon the door swung open quickly and there stood a large figure. “Who’s a fucker, hmm?” Randy asked. 

Jumping back slightly, I gripped at the straps on my backpack, avoiding eye contact with him. “No one, no one a fucker.” I swallowed. “Can I come in?” 

Randy arched an eyebrow slightly, stepping out to the side a bit he swung the door open more. Clenching the straps of my bag I quickly walked in, hearing Randy shut the door behind me. I placed my bag at the foot of the bed, grabbing fresh boxers. Turning around to head to the bathroom I ran into Randy, slowly looking up at his well built figure. “Where were you?” He asked the question I’ve been dreading.

“Uh, we had a few difficulties packing up. No biggie.” I tried to walk around him but he got in my way. 

“Then why do you stink of alcohol?” He growled. “It’s been two hours after we spoke, Simon. No text, no call, no nothing and you come here smelling like liquor and have the audacity to lie right to my face saying you were stuck at work?” Randy snarled.

I couldn’t help but to look down. I knew better than lying to him, he was going to find out the truth, he always did. “My friends asked me to go out with them for a bit after work, I had a few drinks.” I mumbled softly.

“See, wasn’t that hard telling the truth.” He huffed, walking past me. “Take a shower, you smell like a fucking liquor shelf.” 

Gripping my boxers tightly in my hand I rushed towards the bathroom and slammed the door shut and locked it. Sighing out softly, Randy had every point being upset with me but I don’t know why I didn’t tell him the truth. 

Stepping out of the shower, I dried my body off and pulled up my boxers and walked out into the main room, seeing Randy sitting on the sofa with a glass of scotch. “Come.” His voice was rough.

Swallowing thickly, I walked over towards Randy. “Where’d you get the alcohol?” I asked. 

“They have an open bar downstairs for the guests.” Randy hummed, taking a large gulp, finishing off the drink. “Sit.” Taking a seat on the sofa Randy tisked. “Between my legs.” He growled, slightly spreading his legs to make room.

My face heated up as I slid down from the sofa and crawled in between Randy’s large thighs. “Now, why don’t you tell me why you think it’s okay to lie?” Randy hummed, placing the empty glass on the nightstand next to the sofa. 

Nibbling on my lip, I was nervous to speak. “I, well.” I stumbled over my words. “I just wanted to hang out with my friends.” I confessed. 

“Why didn’t you just text me that? You know I never say no to you.” Randy placed his hand under my chin making me look up at him. “I think I know why you lied.” He looked into my sparkling eyes. “I think you like to be punished, I think you like to live dangerously and try to see if you can get away with it.” Randy chuckled as a pink tint of shade appeared on my cheeks.

 He wasn’t wrong, ever since Randy and I became a thing I would be a bit more cockier where he was sweeter than before. “Say I’m right.”

“You’re right.” I nearly whimpered out. 

Randy leaned back against the cushions and smirked. “And you’re going to make it up to daddy, aren’t you?” 

My mouth became dry, my heart hammered in my chest. I could only nod at this point. 

“Good boy.” He smiled, pushing down his shorts. His large cock appeared to be hard, laying against his lower stomach. “I think you know how to make it up to me.” Randy eyed down at his throbbing member, begging to be touched. 

Licking my dried lips, I leaned forward. Sticking out my tongue, I slowly licked up his veiny cock. Randy shuttered out a breath, his hand running through my hair giving it a tug. “No teasing.” He warned, eyeing down at me. I couldn’t help but to give him a teasing smirk. Opening my mouth, I wrapped my lips around his mushroom-like head, suckling it softly as my hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Swirling my tongue around his sensitive head, I lapped away at the precum, my hand still jerking the rest of his cock. 

“Ah, fuck yes just like that.” Randy moaned, pushing my head downwards, making me take more of his cock. Slightly choking as the tip of his dick touched the back of my throat. “Relax.” Randy reminded me. Breathing through my nose I moaned around his cock, slowly taking the rest of him. “Good.” He praised me at how well I was taking him. 

As I bobbed my head up and down his shaft, saliva gathered and coaxed his large dick. Randy grunted and groaned in pure bliss. “Fuck, keep it up don’t stop.” His breathing became heavier as I picked up the pace. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”

A loud ringtone startled me as I had Randy’s cock deep down my throat. Randy let out a growl, annoyed that someone was calling and ruining the fun. Grabbing his phone, he huffed at the caller ID. “Fuck, it’s my wife.” He grumbled. He hasn’t talked to her in a few days, he knew if he didn’t answer that she’d know something was going on. He looked down at me as my mouth was stuffed full of his cock, my eyes glossy as I watched him decide what to do. “Keep sucking.” Randy demanded, clicking the green button he raised the phone up to his ear. “Hello?” His voice was deep and full of lust as he spoke. 

“Hey baby, it’s been a few days. I was worried why you haven’t called.” His wife’s voice echoed out of the speaker. 

“Yeah, well I’ve been busy.” Randy replied, running his hands through my hair. Busy as in he was busy with me. 

“Well, the kids are asleep. I was wondering if we could have some one-on one time?” She purred. 

Randy rolled his eyes slightly, annoyed that she wanted attention when he was getting his cock sucked. “Way ahead of you, my cock is already out.” 

‘And in someone’s mouth.’ I added in my mind. 

“Naughty boy, starting without me.” She giggled. Randy cringed at hearing her while he was spending his sexual desires with me. 

“Hmm.” He replied, slightly thrusting his hips into my mouth. I gripped at his waist and pinned them against the couch, knowing he would hate that. Randy snarled out at the action I did. 

“Fuck baby, I miss you. I’m so wet.” She moaned into the phone.

Randy grunted as my head bobbed up and down, slurping at his cock. “Yeah, I’m fucking hard right now. About to bust any second.” He warned me more so than her. I slowed my pace down, pulling away from his cock, I dragged out my tongue around his red aching tip. “Fu- Fuckin’ hell!” He moaned, trying to buck his hips and break free from my grip.

“Fuck, yes I’m close Randy, I’m close.” His wife moaned over the phone. Randy wasn’t paying attention to her anymore, not when he was getting real action on his cock. 

Gathering saliva in my mouth, I spit on his dick and wrapped my hand tightly around it giving it a few strokes. His eyes fluttered shut, he wasn’t even paying attention to his wife anymore. Moans and whines left Randy’s lips as I sucked and licked away at his cock. Moaning at the sweet taste of his pre cpme, I grew needy, wanting his thick come down my throat. Fully pulling my mouth away, I leaned down his shaft and latched my mouth around his heavy balls while my hand kept stroking his cock. “Fuck, yes keep going baby. I’m going to fucking cum!” Randy roared out, tossing his head back over the sofa in bliss. 

“Randy? Randy?” His wife called for his attention. 

“W- What?” He angrily snapped at her, clearing his throat his balls ached as he was wanting to come. 

“I finished a while ago, are you still jerking off?” She asked. 

“No, no I finished as well. I’ll let you go. I’ll see you in a few days.” With that Randy clicked the red button, ending the phone call. He tossed his phone on the other end of the love seat. “Keep sucking my cock, whore. Make daddy come.” Randy grabbing my locks, pulling me off of his balls. I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock whole, wasting no time. 

As Randy’s fingers had a tight hold on my hair, he used his free hand to slap my hands away from his hips. Breaking free, he started to push his hips upwards making his cock go down my throat roughly. “Fuck Simon, you take my cock so fucking well.” 

Taking Randy’s large cock was painful on my throat but made my cock pleasurably hard in my pants. Hoping to have a reward after this throat fucking but I knew I wouldn’t be getting anything soon after lying to him. 

Randy rammed his dick once, twice and a third time before pausing. His dick twitches violently in my throat. I ripped his cock out from my mouth. “Come here.” He growled, pulling my close he jerked his cock off furiously. “Fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming.” He moaned. Pushing my back slightly I had my chest revealed. Hot spurts of come hit my chest.

Come kept spewing from his aching cock all over my chest. “Perfect, now everyone will smell my spunk on you.” Randy laughed, taking a look at his art. I looked down at my chest, his come spelling out ‘RKO’ over my board chest.

I blushed at how he marked me as his.

Randy smirked at my flushed face and gaping mouth as I panted for air. He pulled up his shorts, giving my hair a soft ruffle. “Don’t fucking lie to me next time.” He kissed the top of my head. “If you do it again, the next punishment I won’t be so forgiving.”

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[citylawns]

i was scrolling through ur answers on here and i came across writings about how you compare urself to someone’s wife(?) who u thought is apparently ‘better’ looking than you. i can’t believe someone like you has insecure feelings about themselves bc you literally have my dream body. it’s so weird yet comforting (don’t take this the wrong way!) to know that ppl who i would kill to look like has these moments as well, although the motives seem to be quite different from my own. x

oh that truly gives me such comfort to hear how it helps you!!! I've been exactly in your position, so many times. I have honestly felt truly hideous the past couple years I have been avoiding mirrors and taken very few pictures. I'm glad you can see how in terms of beauty standards there's always a way to put yourself down in comparison to another woman. it's heartbreaking. you're encouraged to do it and unlearning it isn't easy. yes the context to that post is there is a model who I was really fascinated with because she basically had the face I wish I had, she looked similar to me but more edgy and photogenic and 5'11. my friends and people remarked how similar we looked but I was very aware by all beauty "metrics" she was and is more beautiful (beauty is subjective, so I mean by measurable qualities as well as my own subjective idea of beauty). she was married to a casting director who ended up scouting me in 2017, he put me forward for some campaigns and shoots and then one night when I was out and alone but not wanting to go home I met up with him at his hotel by myself whilst he was in London and he sexually assaulted me. I have often wondered if his interest in my was to do with the fact I looked a bit like his wife. I only started working through it in psychotherapy last year but yeah that post was capturing a moment in which I was feeling something very ugly and visceral but important for me to admit to myself: "I was the smaller, uglier, shabbier doppelgänger". it's a real mental assault course to be assaulted by the husband of the woman you wished you were. I used to resent myself for being such a loser in every sense of the word, so owning this story and being able to be completely frank about it is such a relief :')

[luciehercndale]

Make you feel my love ~ Wessa

Hi everyone! It's been a while since my last fic, because I've been busy writing something else that's not related to fiction. I've been wanting to write a Wessa one shot for a while, and I finally did. The one I've posted here is the clean, PG version of another explicit one shot that you can find exclusively on AO3 (my nickname over there is purplebass). If you want to read that one, go ahead. This is similar, yet some things are different because, well, it needed to be clean. This is set after James and Lucie are born. Enjoy!

“The children are sleeping, finally,” Will snorted. He was coming back from the nursery, his hair disheveled, and his shirt partially open. 

Tessa thought he looked like one of those Victorian characters from romance novels who had just spent the night mulling over the woman he wanted to marry. He had been roaming in his colorful garden because she had just rejected him and he couldn’t get over it. The truth was that Will was just a very nice looking tired father of two who helped take care of his children. 

“How much did it take this time?” Tessa wondered, putting her book on the small table by the bed and rising from her chair to greet her husband. “I told you I could have –”

“No,” Will put his finger on her mouth, his worn out expression turning into a sweet smile. “It’s only fair that I spent time with them after three days in Paris with that pompous man that is Maurice Bridgestock,” he rolled his eyes. 

“I imagine he must have been boring as usual,” Tessa giggled knowingly. “I just hope he wasn’t that awful, this time.”

“Oh, he’s always awful and boring,” he started to unbutton his cuffs, glancing for a moment at his reflection on the mirror behind his wife. “I wish I could have traveled with you and the kids, but they are still too small to travel, aren’t they?” he asked Tessa.

Tessa couldn’t help but smirk. “It’s not that they are too young,” she replied. James had just turned two and Lucie was closer to turning one. “They’re very grumpy because of their teeth. They would have probably whined the entire time we were there.”

“I would have paid money to see Maurice tearing his hair out because of two little kids,” he giggled evilly. “He hates kids. He would have probably asked the Clave to never ever be sent outside of London with me.”

“Which, I assume, is your dream,” Tessa shook her head.

“Who cares about Bridgestock,” Will turned his full attention to his wife. He caressed Tessa’s shoulder. “You are my dream. You and the kids. I only dreamed of you while I was away.” 

Tessa shivered, eager for that touch she had been missing for three days.“I only dreamed of you too.” He tugged her closer to him so that their bodies were plastered together. They both needed the closeness. 

She could see the yearning in his eyes. He hadn’t kept it at bay ever since they glanced at each other after he crossed the portal a few hours before. She had been waiting for him in the study with James and Lucie. She sat in his chair, knowing that he would land there once his job was over. They had been expecting him at five in the afternoon, but came six and he was nowhere in sight. It turned out that Will portaled in the sanctuary, hoping to surprise his family. He went to the drawing room to look for them, imagining he’d find them there, but Tessa had had the same thought. She had also intended to surprise him to be the first person he’d see once he materialized there, but in the end they couldn’t surprise each other. 

When Will crossed the threshold of his study, after all, he locked eyes with Tessa. She’s even more beautiful than I remembered, he thought. They yearned to touch each other to soothe the ache of not having seen each other for three days. He cut the distance and his lips were soon on hers. He couldn’t help it anymore.

“Pa!” James cheered, breaking the moment. He was on the floor beside his mother playing with a toy, and Will picked him up. Then he said hi to Lucie, who was still a little shy but loved to be in her dad’s arms so much. They ate together, and then Will asked if he could put the children to bed. They were both having a hard time because they were growing teeth, so they took their time to fall asleep. They also didn’t want to sleep because they wanted to spend time with him. He had to read them a few stories before they dozed off. He stayed for a while after, watching them sleep. Thinking how they were small and cute and how they resembled him and Tessa. Unbelievable. Their children were also beautiful. 

“Are you sure?” Tessa asked, and Will answered her by making out with her. 

His mouth descended on her shoulder blades and he couldn't stop kissing her neck. "Absolutely," he muttered in between kisses. "Are you?" 

"I missed you so much, Will," she told him. She felt grateful for his thoughtfulness. She knew he might be tired – it was past midnight and the children exhausted her too these days, but she needed this. She needed him, but she thought he needed her more tonight, after his long trip. "This is the longest trip you've made since we got married," she stated. 

"Are you angry about that, Tess?" 

"Absolutely not," she echoed him. "My passion for you only grew more while you were away." 

"So did mine, my love," Will said roughly. "It grew exponentially." 

"I can see that," Tessa teased, raising both eyebrows in his direction. "It needs immediate intervention, I'm afraid." 

Will sighed with anticipation. "Well, don't stop on my account. Please, Tessa. Please," he begged. 

"Since you're asking nicely," Tessa smirked. Her hands worked on his neck and this time, it was her turn to kiss him. 

He was holding her by the hips. “Don’t hold back,” he pleaded. He gazed down at her, ecstatic, still feeling the tingles because of how she had just kissed him. He didn’t want to push her. After all, she might be tired. There was time to recover the time lost. 

Tessa had a glint in her eye.  “You need to relax.”

“What you were doing was relaxing,” Will raised an eyebrow. “You can continue with that. Please, continue doing that.”

She spun on her feet and walked towards the bed in the center of the room. "Let's get comfortable." 

“Tess, cariad, go to b –” He didn’t know how she did it so fast, but in a matter of seconds, she had grabbed him by the shoulder and had pushed his body on the mattress. 

“I’m not done with you. Not yet,” she promised him. She looked mischievous and determined. And bossy. “Go lie down in the middle of the bed, Will,” she ordered him.

Will giggled like a young boy. Not that he was old by any means, but his laugh was the kind you’d heard from a little child getting his favorite cake on an ordinary day. Obviously, he carried out her command. She didn’t have to ask twice. 

Tessa hopped on the bed and placed herself behind him. She couldn’t help but stare at something at the end of his jawbone. “You have a cut over here,” she traced the red line with her finger. “It seems deep.”

He snorted. “That’s probably Gerdard’s fault. That’s why it was itchy.”

“Who is Gerard?” she wondered, her hands started massaging his shoulders. “Is he one from the Paris Clave, perhaps? You’ve never mentioned him.”

“That’s because he is a cat. A damned cat, at that,” Will replied with a sigh. “It does live in the Paris Institute, though. He jumped on my legs while we were speaking with the woman who runs that place,” he moaned because he was enjoying the massage.

“The side of your collar is also stained with blood,” she told him. 

“And Maurice didn’t even bother to tell me,” he protested. “This is better than cake on an ordinary day,” he moaned to her, keeping eye contact as she gave him pleasure.

“But you love cake,” Tessa said.

“Yes, I –” he groaned. “I do love cake. But I love you more – damn Gerard.”

Tessa couldn’t help but smile. “I wonder if there is a cat in this world that likes you,” she said. “Feeling better?” she whispered softly. 

“Let me help you now,” he turned his head to look at her. 

“No, I’m the one that’s supposed to make you feel good tonight,” she objected, now running her hands in the back of his hair.

“I’m already feeling great,” Will commented, placing his hand on hers. “Why don’t you come over here?” he pointed to the bed. “I just want to be next to you and hold your hand.”

“That’s so sweet,” Tessa giggled. “And here I thought you wanted a massage.”

“I enjoyed the massage, thank you,” he kissed her forehead. “But it’s late, and I am cold. I need warmth now, Tessa.”

“I need warmth as well,” she adjusted herself in his embrace. “That’s better, yes.”

Will started telling her about what he and Maurice Bridgestock did in Paris, while Tessa told him about what she and the kids did those three days. At some point her eyes closed, and he ordered her to go to bed. “Thankfully, we’re already here,” she yawned, and he placed her head in the crook of his arm. 

“Goodnight, Tessa,” she felt his hand brushing her hair, and then nothing more, as her tiredness gave in and she fell into the arms of her husband and slept. She’d planned to make him relax after his short trip to Paris. In the end, the plan worked, and she also relaxed.

The next morning, they were jolted awake by someone crying in the room next to theirs. Tessa rubbed her eyes and sat up, but Will was already putting his robe on. “Let me go,” he told her, but she stopped him.

“Let’s go together,” she proposed, and Will smiled at her and waited until she was ready. 

They found Lucie crying in her crib once they reached the nursery. James was still sleeping, but perhaps he would wake up soon because of the fuss his sister was making.

“Lulu, dear,” Will said sweetly. “What’s wrong?”

Lucie’s eyes lit up when she saw him. “Pa!” she cried, and opened her arms to make him understand she wanted to be hugged. 

“I think it’s the teeth again,” Tessa replied. “Or… not.” After Will had taken Lucie in his arms, she had stopped crying. “She’s probably missed you.”

“Such a daddy’s little girl,” he kissed Lucie’s head. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. Next time they’ll ask me to go to Paris, I’ll tell them the whole family is coming because Bridgestock is not fun to be around. I don’t care if they find me ridiculous or childish.”

“Will, you can’t do that,” Tessa laughed. “Even if you hate that man.”

“I just wanted you to see Paris again,” he admitted. “And take the children there with us.”

She put a hand on his arm. “We will see Paris someday, don’t worry. But not today, I’m afraid,” she shrugged. James had just started to cry too. “Oh, Jamie boy. Come here.”

“Someday,” he cupped Tessa’s cheek. “Someday, we will.” And Tessa just knew he would keep his promise. She would make sure he did.

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[fullcollectivecloud]

“Lay All Your Love On Me”

It was finally happening, Y/n was gonna finally marry the love of her life. Granted she knew that she wasn’t going to have the wedding most little girls dream about because of the dead walking around but as long as she had Daryl everything was perfect. Now it was just a few hours before it was time. And Y/n decided to take a walk around Alexandria, to clear her head, not that she was getting cold feet or anything she just wanted a minute to herself. Little did she know she had a worried redneck hunter trying to find her. She was just walked back inside the walls from her walk when she heard Daryl call out her name. “Y/n!” she turned to look back at him “There ya are, everyone, been worried sick! No one seen ya anywhere!” He walked up to her checking her for any injuries, “I’m sorry Dar I was just outside the walls I needed some time to myself is all” she calmly explained. “What ya getting cold feet or somethin?”  he joked but was secretly serious. Y/n laughed “No silly not at all,” She then took notice of the fact that Daryl was all cleaned up and well presentable “Who you all cleaned up for?” Daryl’s ears turn red and he lowers his head “Ahh Rick are throwing me a bachelor's party thing back at Aaron and Eric's place, for ugh “my last night or freedom” Y/n laughs and looks at Daryl with an amused “oh really” look. Daryl sees this and put his hands up in surrender “Hey it was their words, not mine, Mine woulda been the start to my life in the light” Daryl puts both his hands on Y/n face caressing it, “Oh so you’ll never leave me right” She mocks as she places her hands on his, “Are ya kiddin’ you have made my life so much better and worth living it’s not even funny” He professes. “I wasn't jealous before we met Now every man I see is a potential threat And I'm possessive, it isn't nice You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice” Daryl pulls out a cigar Aaron found on a run and gave it to him as a wedding present. He holds it out in front of his to Y/n to tease her knowing she didn’t like him smoking, she tries to grab it but Daryl is quick to pull it away from her grasp. “But now it isn't true Now everything is new And all I've learned has overturned I beg of you” He moves closer to her, and they are pressed against one another, he leans in for a kiss but Y/n playfully pushes him away. “Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me” She then moves to lean back on one of the walls, moving downward seductively, looking right into Daryl’s eyes “It was like shooting a sitting duck (Daryl makes finger guns pretending to shoot her) A little small talk, a smile, and baby I was stuck I still don't know what you've done with me A grown-up woman should never fall so easily” She walks back up to Daryl with a sway to her hips, she runs one of her hands up his chest, “I feel a kind of fear When I don't have you near Unsatisfied, I skip my pride I beg you, dear” she leans in their faces very close now, Daryl is in a trace, and he brings his hand up to caress the hair framing y/n face. “Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me” Daryl leans in the rest of the way and they are able to share a small kiss with no room to deepen it because seemingly out of nowhere, Rick, Glenn, Aaron, Eric, Abraham, Morgan, Health, and Gabriel all surround us, and basically carry Daryl away from her, They are all dancing around him and start showing off their muscles to Y/n  while Maggie, Michonne, Carol, Tara, Rosita, Denise, and Sasha all stand next to me watching the guys make fools of themselves. Daryl somehow finds his way back to Y/n, he pulls her to him by her waist. “I've had a few little love affairs They didn't last very long and they've been pretty scarce I used to think I was sensible It makes the truth even more incomprehensible 'Cause everything is new And everything is you And all I've learned has overturned What can I do?” The two maintain eye contact and lean in once more for a kiss but are interrupted on both sides this time again. “Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me” The men pull Daryl away for his party and the women lead Y/n away for hers, Daryl and y/n look at each other once more, and Daryl winks to her as he is led away. “Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me” At their separate parties, they both drink and have a nice time, But still, nothing will compare to when they both finally say I do.

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