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pia-nor481 · 4 months

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Hearing your voice

Lando Norris x reader smut

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Warnings: “Daddy”, “Good girl”, “Slut” Lando being dominant, the word “Cunt” I guess. Idk

Lando had been away for a few weeks now, and so she was getting lonely, desperate for attention. They had almost no time for calls or messages; this left them with nine minute voice notes left on delivered for hours. Lando was was either racing or training for racing, and so he was missing her too. Usually this would hinder a relationship, but not them. There was so much pure love that they could handle the wait. She would watch all of the races, eyes never leaving the orange car, often adored in Lando's clothes. The worst part was the inconvenience of time zones; he would be a few hours ahead so he would be asleep when she was free from work, or he would be a few hours behind, and so she would be asleep when he was free from racing or debriefs, and he wouldn't dare interrupt that. So much so, that when he was streaming he'd often pull his mic closer, and opt to speak at a lower level.

Night quickly approached Monaco as she laid in Lando's bed, the smell of him was long gone. She stayed still for a while, unaware of what she was thinking about. She didn't feel the first call, thoughts occupied with him, then when the bed began to vibrate again, she scrambled to the phone. "Hey, Babe." She could hear the smile through the call, just the idea of speaking with him perked her up. "Can we facetime, I need to see your beautiful face." Her smile soon dropped after processing his words. "I'm sorry, my camera has been broken for a while, but I've not had the chance to get a new phone yet." This answered his unasked question of 'Why hasn't she sent any images through out the day?' Lando was just as disappointed as her, they couldn't touch and couldn't see, it was devastating. "That's okay, I know how much you love my voice." If you had asked her one month ago is she would have confessed to her boyfriend that his voice alone would get her wet, she would have called them delusional. But now, after Lando's infamous twitch streams, it was something he would tease her about at any chance he could get. "I know you're blushing." He laughed out, pressing his phone closer to his ear and turning the volume up, not wanting to miss a sound. "Don't start, it has been far to long of a day for that, as much as I'd usually love it." She huffed out the last of the sentence, head falling atop the pillow, well, Lando's pillow. "Are you sure? I could go all night." She shook her head as he laughed a little too much. "Oh I know all about that."

"So what are you supposed to be doing?" She asked, knowing it is likely he will be in trouble tomorrow. "I should be going over data, but my girlfriend is more important." He smiled, making sure his hotel door was closed. "So, what have you been up to today? You only left one message, no voice notes either." She almost groaned at the question, "Nothing really, work and cleaning, but I have been sat in bed for a while, again doing nothing." Lando was surprised at the statement, usually she would be so busy that there was no time to rest for hours. "Feeling needy?" He huffed out, feeling the exact same. "For you? Always." There's no other reason for her to be in bed at such an hour.

"Are you feeling a little bit turned on baby? Yeah, Need help?" Her only response was a whine. "Well, I'm going to instruct you on what I want you to do, and you are not going to cum until I say, do you understand?" It took many people far too long to realise that Lando was in fact a dominant man, they only began to notice this after an interview where he explained that he loved being in control, what he left out, was his love for controlling her. "Say 'Yes Daddy'." She did as she was told, fearing that if she disobeyed that she would be punished. "Good girl... Good girl." They had been together for long enough that Lando knew that praise was very important for her pleasure. "So, there's going to be lots of teasing and touching...But you'll only cum when I tell you, and i promise you baby, I promise you, it will be so fucking worth it." She squirmed just at his voice, just at his explanation, just because of him.

"But now, just start teasing your thighs for me, don't get anywhere near your cunt yet, Do you understand?" His laugh at the end of the sentence echoed through out the hotel room. "You are such a slut." A small frown appeared on her face upon hearing the new name. "Only for you." She was right, this gave Lando a sign to be careful with his words. She was tapping lightly at the top of her thighs before running them lower as he began to speak. "Just tease the inside of you thighs for me, stroke up and down, and creep towards your cunt, but don't touch, just tease yourself; Imagine it's my hand, drifting up those sexy thighs of yours, willing you legs to spread open for me, and I know you would spread so fucking quickly for me." She did as Lando told her, moaning into the speaker of the phone. "Yes Daddy." she was quick to exclaim, not wanting to disappoint, he chuckled at her obedience. "Good girl, just one slow caress over your thighs and you open up for me, so eager."

"That's it, really rub, caress those thighs...keep teasing your thighs with one hand, take the other and start teasing your breasts for me, ugh those beautiful breasts. Just tease them, pinch your nipples, squeeze." He chuckled out the last word. She was quick to pay her phone on the pillow and put it on loud speaker. "I am going to get you so wet, before you even touch yourself properly... This is all just a warm up. Mhm lets get both hands on your nipples now, both hands; Just cupping, pinching, pulling. That's it, you see if I was there right now, id be doing exactly what you're doing right now, with one hand, yeah that's right, but on the other nipple I use my mouth; id lick and suck, Mhm, that's right baby, and you'd fucking love it, you'd fucking love every second of attention that I give you. But just as you are really enjoying the suction, and the attention from my mouth, I would just switch to the other nipple, only occasionally stopping, just so I can appreciate your sweet reactions." He paused to take a deep steady breath, giving her a second to strip of all her remaining clothes. "Good girl, now i want you to keep teasing one breast, but your other hand must slowly, and I mean slowly, to drift down towards your stomach, and I want you to stop, stop, at that little area just above your cunt. Now don't you dare touch that clit. Not yet." He moaned at a low pitch, a noise of satisfaction. "There's just that little area above your cunt, and I want you to push down on it for me, just push down because, if my dick was inside you, that's exactly he area id push. And when I do, it really stimulates your g-spot." He laughed at the brash statement as soon as it left his lips. Lando never thought he would be good at dirty talk, yet now, it just felt so natural.

"That's right, baby. And as you push down on that spot, just realise how empty your cu t is, So push down and clench for me; clench your cunt around nothing.. and feel the urge to have something inside of you grow. Fuck it's so much fun to tease you, so much fun." She moaned rather loud, not just at his verbal teasing, but the physical. "Back to your thighs, or your breasts, i don't mind, maybe both, as long as you don't touch that cunt. You have no idea how much i would torture you, just to make you so desperate. How badly do you want to touch your cunt right now? Come on, tell me." She had to bring her focus back from touch before speaking, "So much." He chuckled at her simple response, knowing she couldn't think about too much at the moment. "Say 'Please', say 'Please Daddy'." She did so immediately, already struggling with the teasing. "Say 'Please can I touch my needy cunt.'" Lando was getting drunk on the feeling of being in control, he could make her do or say anything he pleased, and he enjoyed the feeling of power. "Say for me, 'I am a good slut, with a needy cunt.'" She couldn't resist the urge to please him as the words came quickly from her mouth, and he laughed teasingly as he heard it. "I think.... Just hearing yourself say that would drive you crazy. Am i right? of course i am."

"Okay Baby... It's time for you to touch your clit. but i want you to slowly, slowly and gently graze your hand over your clit. As you feel the pleasure from that needy throbbing clit of yours i want you to say 'Thank you, Daddy.'" He paused, waiting for her to follow the instructions. She let out a sigh before speaking, "Thank you, Daddy." And a moan once finished. "Good girl, my good girl. You're welcome sweetheart, I do love teasing you, and you are doing such a good job for me." Lando quickly recognised that she needed a little more praise after calling her a slut twice. "So well behaved, so patient, so needed, so desperate, so cute, I fucking love playing with you." Lando moved his phone to the other ear before speaking again. "Keep rubbing your clit, but keep the pressure gentle, for now. That's it baby." She whined, she so desperately wanted t cum, but she had to wait, knowing the punishment would be harsh. "Now i think its time for you to have something inside your cunt. What do you think? Don't you think it would feel better if your cunt was filled... Okay baby, you can grab any toy you'd like, or you can just use your fingers... Actually no, you don't get the choice baby. Your fingers are nowhere near the size of mine, go grab a toy." She practically jumped up from the bed and reached for the bedside table, he didn't begin speaking until he knew she was settled on the bed again. "But don't put it inside yet... You are going to do exactly what i would do with my cock, which is just tease the entrance, up and down...feel your body begging, the desperation to be filled." He was taunting with a sweet laugh and it was torture. "Now I want you to slowly slid it in, just the tiniest bit, just the tip of the toy... and then back out again, then go back to teasing up and down."

"all the while pleasuring your clit, in fact, you can speed up a little now. Just a little faster for me. Now a little bit further into your cunt...Mhm... and back out." She could hear the stupid smirk on his face, the satisfaction he was feeling from being in complete control of her, so she whined. "You just want to be filled don't you, just a little bit further this time." She whined again, not out of annoyance, but out of pleasure. "Aw its okay baby, you can go all the way in, i want that toy all the way inside. Just clench, clench around it. Good girl, clench around it, just as you would if you were around my cock. That's right, as if you were trying to pleasure me, by squeezing and clenching; i want you to do that exact thing. Now with your other hand, i want you to try and push down on that spot, just above your cunt, see if you can really start to get that g-spot going." Lando was practically laughing down the phone at how needy she was, yet every now and then he was pushing down on or squeezing his cock tight, trying to relieve himself of the pressure building up. But he couldn't lose his composure. "More pressure on your clit now, faster, get into a good rhythm for me. You feel full? Yeah? Good girl." She let out a quiet sigh at the name. It was all starting to go to her head. "There seem to be so many different ways to pleasure a slut like you. But I know you love all of the. Don't you?" Lando paused to catch his breathe, "Fuck, I'm so hard for you, just thinking about you, thinking of how needed you are. More pressure on your clit for me, faster... then you can just keep squeezing that toy, or maybe you can fuck yourself instead." He stopped to think, making her wait for his decision, tripping on power slightly. "Actually yes, fuck yourself for me. Good girl, always a good girl for me. Go faster for me, faster on your clit, faster with that toy; both of them working together, to make you um, but don't cum yet, don't you dare cum yet. But i know that the combination will make you cum, you'll cum so hard, my perfect girl, following instructions so well. Fuck yourself, fuck yourself so hard for me. That's it, Good girl." Her hips began to lift off of the bed slightly, breath becoming more ragged with her chest rising and falling so quickly.

"Just let it all girl, any noise you want to make, let it go, just feel good for me. Just get faster; get more needy for me. Until the orgasm feels inevitable, so much so that you cant stop it from happening." She gasped loudly, voice echoing off the walls, Getting the permission to do such a thing only heightened the pleasure more. "Are you ready? Are you ready to cum for me? say 'Please Daddy, please can i cum.'" Lando paused, keen for her response, which he got almost immediately. "Good girl, I'm gonna count you down from five, when i reach zero, only then you can cum. Do you understand me?" Initially she nodded, forgetting that Lando could not see her. She was so overwhelmed at the feeling, and thought of cumming that she couldn't think about anything else, being on edge for so long just made the pleasure all that more powerful. "Okay...Five." He had already paused, one number in, to call her a good girl. "Four....so fucking sexy for me......three, so desperate, so needy, yet so obedient." Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, the words that left his mouth only make her want to cum more. "Two...So perfect at following instructions .So close the the edge, its gonna feel so fucking good." He waited even longer to say the last number. "One...Are you ready to cum for me? Yeah, you are aren't you. Zero, cum for me baby, that's it, good girl, cum for me, let it all go for me. Let that orgasm overwhelm you, baby. Good girl, that's it. You deserve all that pleasure. So good for me." Lando practically whispered out the last sentence know she would not be able to understand his words, the orgasm so powerful that she could hear, only seeing stars. "Fuck, I love playing with you. So perfect for me."

"I love you, baby." Lando waited for her to come back down from the high before speaking, it was so important that she heard such things, especially as he couldn't hold her in his embrace. "I love you so much, Lando" He shot up straight upon hearing his name. "Hey now, after all that, only 'Lando' unbelievable." He feigned annoyance, and she only laughed out a response. "Thank you, Daddy."

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lewisvinga · 3 days

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i miss you, i’m sorry | lewis hamilton x fem! reader

summary; due to the stress of a long distance relationship, y/n and lewis end their relationship in a not so pretty way. fans are confused on to what happen until a year later, a voice mail leads to y/n releasing a single

fc; jennie kim

warnings; mentions of arguing, panic attacks

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03 @c-losur3

note; requested !u knowwwww i had to pick lewis for this 😫

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Lewis left a voice mail….

God, this is so stupid. Why’d I call you a year later? I’m just drunk and- Honestly? I miss you. I miss you even if we’d see each other once in a december. I miss you in my apartment. I miss you and- God, do you even miss me? But I still miss you. I’m sorry.

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[caption 1; dragged me out for food somehow ¿] [caption 2; late night sessions 💤💤]

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username MOTHER IS BACK??

username A SINGLE FINALLY😫

username pls tell me it’s abt lewis

username THE QUEEN IS BACK😍

username GOING CRAZY RNNN🙂‍↕️

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yourusername: 😴😴😴 ( oh and i miss you, i’m sorry is out on all streaming platforms :) )

tagged; yourbestfriend

yourbestfriend: acting like i wasn’t right by ur side when u wrote it while u cried

yourusername: i cried u cried we crode 😭😭

username: is she on stantwt…

username: I MISS YOU, I’M SORRY????

username: y/n ur gonna make me sob😔😖

username: THIS IS SO ABT LEWIS

username: y/n…….

username: I MISSED Y/N MAKING MUSIC BUT I MISS HER N LEWIS MORE💔💔💔

lilyrose_depp: on repeatttt!

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username: my lewy/n😞😞😔

username: ignoring the song may be abt lewis bc OMG Y/N’S VOCALSSSSS😫

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yourusername: my 🤍.

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lewishamilton: i love you. always and forever. ❤️

yourusername: and i love you, always and forever. 🤍

username: OHMYMSOFKSKD

username: THIS IS NAWWWWT A DRILLLLL

username: MY PARENTS ARE BACK😭❤️‍🩹

username: tears the song rlly was abt lewis

yourbestfriend: ….okay i guess🙄

yourusername: u squealed when i told you cmon now …

yourbestfriend: no need to expose me like dat

username: MY LEWY/N HEART😖😖❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

username: i used to pray for times like these 😭🙏

carmenmmundt: can’t wait to see you back on the paddock again 🥹🥹

yourusername: can’t wait to be back, i missed u☹️☹️🫶

username: i am no longer a child of divorce 🙂‍↕️

username: ok can we get a y/n and xnda collab now???😁

yourusername: maybe 😇

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graybby · 16 days

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r u stalking me?

Lando Norris X Russell!reader

The F1 drivers twitch streamer sister Series ! Part 2

Part 1 here 863 words

Lando sits up in his bed, rubbing his sleepy eyes in an attempt to wake himself up quicker. Finding his phone in his sheets his eyes widen as the memories of last night slap him wide awake - oh god it wasn’t just a cringy dream. His thumb ghosts over the instagram app as he gains enough courage to open it. Breathing heavily when he does as he sees a DM unread.

Well - that went so much better than I expected. A sigh of relief passing his lips that he didn’t know he was holding in. smiling down at his phone like a giddy child he hears Max emerge from his room on the other side of the apartment. I’ll never live this down if I tell him - picking himself up he trudges over to his bathroom to shower in hope of clearing his mind of the y/hc girl that seems to be plaguing his thoughts.

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In a flat in London Y/N sits at her desk getting herself ready for a long awaited stream. Cursing George slightly for the sudden influx of F1 drivers following her private account - hoping her cover won’t get blown as a result, not that she has anything against her brother but she’d much rather people like her for her content and personality rather than her relation to a famous F1 driver. She’d only just started going along with him to attend the races (through a slight amount of begging) dressed in oversized hoodies and sunglasses in hopes of remaining anonymous. She had been streaming for a little over two years now and had gathered quite a following through her cutesy animal crossing, minecraft and stardew valley content. It had honestly shocked her to find out Lando had been quietly watching her streams, thinking her content wasn’t exactly his taste. She had obviously known of him prior to his follow request - him being amongst the fellow racers her brother competed against, she thought he was talented for his age and quite often rooting for him to get his first win when she watched the grand prix’s - not that she would admit that to George who would ‘jokingly’ disapprove of her supporting any team other than his.

She pushed the thought to the back of her mind and ended her fans misery - changing the stream starting soon overlay to her face cam.

“Hi guys, long time no see !” shyly running her hand through her hair.

y/nstan123: OMG finally ! where have u been ?!

User05: are queen is back at last

User22: missed ur streams where u been girly??

Y/N braces herself knowing her fanbase would have questions about her sudden social media disappearance. “Sorry chat I know it's been a while. I was quite ill the past few weeks with the flu so I’ve been laying low - I’ll remember to give you all a heads up the next time okay?” gulping back the displeasure of having to lie to her fans but on the other hand not being ready for them to discover her true identity and the fact she's been missing to go support her brother in Saudi Arabia, she continues “ but don't worry!”.

y/nstan123: Oh no ! our poor y/n

User41: r u feeling better now?

“Yes, thank you guys for your concern but I’m back to normal now” she replies clapping her hands together, “so what should I play today?”

User23: new stardew update??

User41: sims4 plz I’ve been asking foreverrrr

User52: GIFFTED 10 SUBS

y/nstan123: omg has anyone else noticed lando lurking in y/n’s streams

User41: (y/nstan123) norris???

F1stan24: (y/nstan123) no way is lando a y/n fan - my two worlds colliding !

Well shit they’ve spotted him now - do I acknowledge it?

Landonorris: DONATED £15 - I suggest you get a racing sim to play on stream

Guess I have to acknowledge him now, internally facepalming.

y/nstan123: OMG LANDO IS WATCHING HER STREAM

F1stan24: i'm losing my shit rn

User23: What is he doing here?

“Ha, well - I wouldn't really know where to start with that, I’ve never tried one” she’s trying to keep her cool now, not expecting him to put himself on blast like that - hiding behind her hair without realizing it.

User64: aww is y/n blushing

User38: (user64) I don’t blame her I’d be sobbing if that was me that got noticed by him

“Okay chat calm down, you guys are trying to embarrass me I swear”

y/nstan123: nah girly ur doing a good job of that urself

“I can’t believe how quick you lot switch up on me chat” Y/N groans out head now in her hands as her face reddens.

Ding

Her phone lights up on her desk taking her focus from the relentless bullying from her so called fans to her insta dms.

y/nstan123: guys she's giggling at her phone im gonna scream

User48: omg imagine its lando she’s messaging

F1stan24: ngl I ship it already

“You guys are insane” trying to brush off her laughter at a curtain someone's reply as just reading the flowing twitch chat. “Okay let's play some stardew before you all lose your minds”.

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astxroiid · 2 months

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new york private life // tasm! peter parker

❥ childhood crush, date nights, vigilantes, apprehension, sweet young love.

wc: 1.5k

navigation ✩ empire state of mind (II) ✩ manhattan longing (III)

"Hey, um... I'm Peter."

A familiar face stands in front of you, one you've known all your life.

"We went to high school together. I, uh, was wondering if maybe you'd want to maybe hang out sometime." The walls of the college cafeteria seem to be closing in around Peter. His hands twitching nervously as he shifted his feet uneasily.

"Oh!" you're caught a little off guard. "Well, I'm free tomorrow. Where will we be going?"

Peter smiles to himself a little. "There's this sushi place that just opened up a few blocks over... if you like sushi, that is."

The amount of anxiety radiating off this poor boy is so potent you can practically taste it.

"I love it," you grin up at the boy from your seat. "Pick me up at 5:30? we could be there by 6."

"Th-that sounds great!" His eyes light up as an excited smile spreads across his face. He's never gotten a this positive of a response before. This feels good.

"I'll pick you up at 5:30 then. Thank you," he says, trying not to be too happy about this, but he is. Very.

“Sounds like a date to me.” you smile, stand from your seat and kiss his cheek before walking away with a bounce in your step.

A date?! A kiss to his cheek! He's never felt so alive before! His cheeks burn red as you walk away. He can't believe that you said yes.

When 5:30 comes around the next day, you’re waiting by the entrance of your house, ready to meet up with Peter. You’re a bit nervous, but mostly excited. You felt a strange flutter in your stomach, your heart beating fast and body tingling.

When 5:45 comes, you start to worry. Where could Peter be?

5:50. Your heart begins to sink. Was this all a joke?

5:55. Is he... not coming?

6:00. You're officially distraught. Your mind immediately starts running to various conclusions. Is he busy? Did something happen to him? Or did he simply change his mind?

6:15. Maybe he forgot? Maybe he's late? Maybe he lost track of time?

6:30. Your eyes are puffy and red. Tears start to stream down your face as you realize he’s probably not coming.

7:00. Anger replaces sadness. Did he do this on purpose?! What the hell?! What was the point of even asking you out?

8:00. Sadness returns. After all your emotions drained your energy and tears blurred your eyes, you cant help but come back ton the thought: Why did he do this? He can't even have the courtesy to at least call you?

Just as the thought come to mind, your phone rings. It's Peter.

Your eyes widen and you quickly pick up the phone. You desperately hope that this might just change things, but you also can't help and start to feel anxious, afraid of what he might have to say.

"Hey," Your voice cracks as you hold the phone to your ear.

Peter's heart sinks at your tone, immediately feeling at fault. "Hey," he echoes in a small tone. "I'm sorry I didn't show up today..." he says, almost inaudible for a moment. He sounds... shaky. Nervous. "Something came up..."

In what world is that a good excuse for leaving a girl waiting for you for two and a half hours? He mentally cringes, wishing he could explain better. How? 'Hey, sorry I basically ghosted you , I'm Spiderman and I had to stop a robbery?!' it almost sounds made up.

"oh..." the same, tearful tone etched into your voice from before. "it's okay, I guess."

He gulps at the sadness in your voice, feeling worse now, not sure how to handle this situation.

"My aunt called me. She had some things she needed help with," he said, trying his best to avoid giving details. "I lost track of time and only just realized how late it was. I was rushing as fast as I could but I know I missed our date. I'm sorry, I should have at least sent you a text."

“It’s okay.” you sound only slightly more cheerful. “How about you make it up to me come over with some takeout and we watch a movie?”

"Really?" he asks, sounding surprised. After the tense conversation you both just had, he didn't think the night - or relationship for that matter - would be salvageable. "I mean sure," he says, not being able to hide the joy in his voice or the smile on his face. "What kind food do you want?"

“You pick.” You smile “Come over as soon as you can.”

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About 20 minutes later Peter knocks on your door. You open it to reveal the sweetest looking boy with flowers an Thai food in hand, appearing a little guilty but still excited.

You couldn't resist smiling back at him, feeling much less mad about what happened earlier.

"Sorry for the wait," Peter apologizes as he hands you the bouquet of tulips. You gladly take them.

Walking over to the kitchen and filling a vase with water, you call out to Peter, who's still standing in the doorway.

“You can come in Pete! You can set the food down over there," you gesture to the coffee table, covered in candles and books for your college classes.

Pete?! He smiles warmly as he enters into the living room and he watches you set the flowers in the vase. Peter glances around your apartment, your home is quite cozy.

Dark blue curtains hang around each window, soft lights from the New York night glowing through. Every surface in your home is decorated with mixtures of candles, lamps, books, or cute little trinkets.

The whole place smells like cherries and coffee. The soft music playing in the background bringing the whole mood together.

He goes ahead and sets the food down on the coffee table and he looks around the room. "Your place is nice," he says softly. He loves it. he could get used to spending more time here.

“Why thank you.” You blush, placing the flowers down “Oh! I was thinking about watching some of the Star Wars movies - is that okay?” You plop on the couch, patting next to you for Peter to sit.

"Star Wars is always okay with me," Peter replies, happy that you're not upset anymore. He sits down next to you and he can't help but notice how close you're both sitting next to each other. His heart flutters.

"The Empire Strikes Back is my favorite," Peter replies excitedly, happy to be sharing one of his interests with you.

He smiles, feeling very happy with the current state of things.

"That's my favorite too!" You smile brightly, looking into his eyes.

There was an odd and almost indescribable intimacy between you two, as if your shared love of Star Wars had brought you closer together in some unknown way.

“Really?” Peter asks, feeling thrilled by this coincidence.

You nod, giggling at Peter's excitement.

"What's your favorite character?" Peter asks. He's trying to watch the movie, although it's hard to take his eyes off of you for too long.

"Hmmm..." you place your finger on your chin, feigning deep thought. "Obi Wan, hands down the best in my opinion. What about you?"

"Definitely Han Solo," he replies, smiling. You notice how his cheeks are a bit red right now.

Is he blushing?

"He's cocky and always in the middle of trouble, but so charismatic and charming," Peter adds. He leans closer, getting a little more comfortable on the couch.

"Who's your least favorite?"

You notice him moving closer but don’t mind at all “Kylo Ren, I think. His character is just too underdone - they could’ve done better. What about you, Pete? Who’s your least favorite?” You lean in close to him, placing Your hand on his shoulder.

"Totally agree," Peter says quickly, gulping. "Kylo Ren sucks."

Chills take over Peter's body as your hand rests on his shoulder.

You're sitting awfully close, and the thought of it makes his head rush. He wishes he could take his eyes off of you.

Your heart begins to pound. He's getting so lost in the atmosphere.

You smile and turn your head back to the TV watching along as Han Solo grabs Leia, kissing her deeply. There's an ache in your chest for something similar.

Please kiss me. Peter's mind races and begs. Just go for it! He silently urges himself.

He's dying to turn his head towards you. The closeness is sending him into a spiral of emotion. If only he could find the courage to make a move. As he glances your way, he notices you're not looking at him; your attention is elsewhere. A wave of disappointment washes through him.

Peter looks to his fidgeting hands, now incredibly insecure.

Is he reading the signals wrong? His heart sinks. Does she not feel the same way?

His breath is shaky and he's afraid of ruining the evening.

Peter decides it's best to focus on the movie and not his growing, aching feelings.

I hope y'all enjoyed my first fic in a loooong time lmao, big thanks to character.ai for helping me come up with this!

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader #tasm #tasm peter parker #tasm x reader #tasm!peter x reader #andrew garfield #andrew garfield x reader #marvel #sony #marvel x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm!peter imagine #parker

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togrowoldinv · 9 months

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It’s All Her Fault

Firefighter!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When Natasha comes home from work, she begs you to shower with her

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (N receiving), a very naked and teasing Natasha

Note: Hehe. Catch up on firefighter Nat here

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

When Natasha gets home from her double shift, she finds you in the kitchen. She can tell from the smell that you’re cooking one of her favorites, but she has other plans in mind.

“Hey sweetheart,” she says loud enough that you can hear it over the music you have playing.

“Natasha, I missed you!” You greet her.

You turn around to hug her but she’s still covered in dirt from work. She usually showers at the firehouse.

“No hug?” She pouts when you step back.

“You’re still all dirty, babe,” you say. “Go shower and I’ll finish up dinner.”

“Or,” Natasha begins, a smirk on her perfect lips. “You could join me in the shower?”

The offer is tempting. There’s not much you love more than seeing Natasha’s body under the stream of a hot shower.

“The food will be ruined,” you reason. “And I made your favorite.”

“Mhm, okay. I guess I’ll just go shower all alone. And wash my own body and my own hair,” Natasha says, her voice feigning disappointment.

You watch as Natasha leaves the room. She keeps the bathroom door open as she undresses. You can’t see much from your angle, but you see enough you can’t fight the urge to join her anymore.

Turning off the burner, you pray the food might survive the time you’re gone. You go into your bedroom and to the bathroom. Your clothes join hers on the floor before you open the shower door.

The glass was fogged up already from the heat of her shower, so you don’t see her until you’re inside.

“I knew you’d join me,” Natasha says with a grin.

“Yeah well, who was I to deny my wife this pleasure?”

Natasha chuckles and you look her over. Her shoulders are toned more every day, you swear. You want to reach out and touch her breasts, but you’re not sure if it’s that kind of shower yet. The water runs down her abdomen and over her tattooed ribcages.

“Like what you see?” Natasha asks.

You still feel a blush from her words even after years of being together.

“I just don’t know how you’re so perfect,” you tell her. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Come here,” Natasha says, reaching her hand out for you.

You take it and she pulls you into a hug. Your body pressed against her wet one is an interesting sensation, but you don’t mind it. She tends to always need a long hug after a hard shift, and you always oblige.

But as things with Natasha often take a turn for fun, she rests her hands over your backside. She squeezes softly as she readjusts to look you in the eyes.

“Hi,” you say, feeling extremely seen under her gaze.

“Hey,” she replies.

Natasha kisses you slowly. Almost excruciatingly so. Her mouth and tongue set out to memorize the feeling of you against her. Your breasts brush against hers as she deepens the kiss.

“Natasha,” you mumble against her lips.

She moves her kisses to your neck. Your hands wonder over her abdomen, tracing every defined muscle.

“Natasha, I want to take care of you,” you say, voice breathless from the feeling of her so close to you.

Nat pulls away and puts soap on a rag. She hands it to you. You didn’t intend for that to be how you took care of her, but it’ll do.

You wash her arms and chest first. It’s a simple act, but your hands linger on her breasts long enough that she feels heat between her legs.

Natasha tries to stop you from washing the rest of her body and instead wants you to pleasure her.

“I have to finish what I started, babe. You can wait,” you tell her.

She rarely lets you be in control, but this is one of those times she allows it. You wash her legs and again you linger in certain areas. Especially around her thick thighs, butt, and between her legs.

You take your time, making sure she feels every inch of your touch. It’s enough to make her crazy.

“Please,” she practically whimpers once you hang the rag up to dry.

“I thought you only wanted me to wash your body?” You tease her. She shakes her head.

“No. I want to ride your face and I think you should agree,” Natasha says.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ll make it worth your while.”

You smile and drop to your knees. The water won’t be hot much longer, so you get to work fast. Natasha, as promised, moves her hips over your face. The hero is calling your name and coming within minutes.

You stand back up and Natasha kisses you again. It’s rougher this time, but you don’t mind. You kiss her until you can’t anymore.

Once you pull away, you clean her up with a rag. The water is getting cold, so you reach around her and turn it off.

Nat wraps herself in a towel and you join her in the bedroom. She kisses your forehead when you sit next to her on the edge of the bed in a towel of your own.

“Thank you,” Natasha says, resting her forehead against yours. “You helped me forget about everything bad that happened on my shift.”

“You’re welcome, baby. I try to make sure you’re good after a double,” you explain.

“I know. You even made me dinner-“

“Oh shit! Dinner,” you remember the food on the stovetop.

You run out of the bedroom and to the kitchen to see the food is burned. It’s not terrible, but you might as well call it ruined.

Natasha laughs from the doorframe and you give her a pretend angry look.

“It’s all your fault,” you say.

“Aww, let me make it up to you,” Natasha says. She drops the towel that was around her body and waltzes back into the bedroom.

Who needs dinner anyways?

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff comfort #natasha romanoff smut #firefighter!nat #burning red au #beefy!nat

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natlovesls2 · 3 months

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Right Where You Left Me

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Warning: no use of y/n, swearing, some angst, all images used are not mine and are from pinterest, possible grammatical errors, mentions of blood once or twice, randomly changes pov, brief mention of mental illness (and the slight misunderstanding it/ disregarding it), I'm American (I think that should be a warning 🤷‍♀️ ), a little rushed, there might be more that I missed, feel free to correct me

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Lando living in the past or literally Taylor Swifts RWYLM

Quick note: italics are flashbacks and normal font is present time

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Lando sat on the bar stool at the restaurant you both had frequented during the relationship, a place of sentimental value. He stared at the table where it had all happened– where your relationship had started and where it had ended. The table next to the window that overlooked the bustling streets, where on that rainy day he had mustered all his courage and asked you to be his girlfriend. The small table that barely fit both of your food and was often uncomfortable to fit at. The table with the mix-match chairs because the original were old and Lando had broken one of the chairs on your first date. The same table that he continued to seek out despite its lack of hope.

He looked up from his menu and stared at you, admiring how your face filled with concentration and indecision despite frequently eating there. You would sit there staring at the menu for minutes, occasionally asking for his opinion on what to order, asking the waitress for more time when she approached to take your order. It was the same routine every time the two of you went out, he knew you would eventually sigh and order some type of pasta.

“Okay, okay– I’ll just get the soup of the day,” you said, catching him off guard. He quickly looked up from his own menu, brows furrowed in confusion at your choice of food.

“Soup?” he asked, tilting his head as he asked, watching as you nodded and looked at the window being hit by a steady stream of rain.

“It’s cold outside,” you said with a shrug and a soft smile that reminded Lando of all the reasons he had fallen for you. He watched as you smiled at the elderly couple beside you and the way you quickly stood up to help the man when he dropped his silverware.

“How long have you been married for?” you asked the couple as you placed the silverwave back on their table. The dinner went on with you occasionally making conversation with the elderly couple, smiling widely at them. You would turn to Lando a few times, whispering about wanting to be exactly like them when you both got older.

“Marry her, don’t let her get away,” the older man said to Lando, patting him on the back as he and his wife left, causing Lando to chuckle.

“He’s not wrong… I shouldn’t let you go,” he said, nervously playing with the food on his plate. There was silence– not an awkward unmanageable silence but the thoughtful, yet comforting type. He glanced up from the table, noticing your small smile and it gave him enough courage to finally ask; “Well, I guess what I’m trying to say… umm– will you be my girlfriend?” he whispered, quickly averting his gaze back to his plate.

“If you’re not joking right now, I would love to be your girlfriend.”

The couple that approached the table and sat there brought him back to his senses, forcing him to turn away, reminding him that the table and its memories no longer belonged to him. The table had been snatched from him, you had taken it and destroyed every last bit of it. Using its worn wood to make a boat which you had used to sail away from his life– metaphorically of course.

He supposes he doesn’t know the exact point in which the relationship started to deteriorate. One moment you both seemed to be hopelessly in love with one another, and the next you were distancing yourself from Lando and your shared friendships– playing it off as being busy focused on your work and studies. He could still somehow vividly remember the day you left– still feeling the weight of the night suffocating him.

“Let’s just go and have dinner, if you still feel bad we could leave early,” Lando whispered as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his head against your back.

The drive to the restaurant was silent– the type of silence that made anyone feel uneasy. The type of silence that would push you to nervously pick at the skin around your nails until it bled.

“Do you want me to order for you?” Lando asked, looking up from his menu to see you staring down at your hands as you continued to quickly and nervously pick at your skin. “Hey are you okay?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, I’m fine– you wouldn’t mind ordering for me would you?” you asked him, your voice sounding distant and void of emotion as you finally noticed the small pricks of blood– carelessly wiping it off on your jeans.

“I don’t mind at all… are you sure you’re okay?”

“I think we should break up,” you impulsively said, nervously running your hands along your thighs in order to stop the urge to continue to pick at your skin.

“If this is because of your… issues then we can work through it together. You don't have to struggle alone,” he whispered, desperately attempting to save the relationship, which he thought was stronger than ever.

“That's not what this is about, Lando–”

“Then what is it? Because I don't see why we have to break up. I love you and I thought you felt the same way.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Then what do you expect me to do? I’m not going to sit back and watch you destroy this because you’re going through a mood” he reaches over the table to grab your hands in his own, as an attempt to calm you.

“I don’t… I don’t find joy in this anymore– it has nothing to do with my mental health. We aren’t the people we were when we first got together, Lando. I want more than this– I know I want more than this” you responded, moving your hands out of his own.

“And I can’t give you more?”

“I’m sorry” you abruptly stood from your chair, walking out of the restaurant. Lando stayed there for what felt like an eternity, body frozen with shock and slight embarrassment.

He felt the eyes of their waiter, who you had become rather close with over the years, sympathetic eyes that made contact with his own as he attempted to keep himself together.

“Haven’t seen you here in a while, you want the usual or something new?” Alex, the waiter who had witnessed the whole relationship, asked.

“You still remember my order?”

“Of course I do,” Alex let out a small laugh, “You and… you practically lived here before you stopped coming.”

“Yeah, I guess I did. I’ll take the usual then” Lando turned to look at the table once more, envying the happy couple that now claimed the weathered table as their own.

“I don't mean to overstep but I’ve seen her come with some guy. I think it's time for you to move on– I mean, clearly she has”

Lando nodded, slowly turning away from the table watching as Alex sadly smiled at him before walking towards the kitchen. You had been here with another man– moved on, as Alex had put it. He struggled to look straight ahead, the table in some weird way had a sort of magnetic pull on him. It urged him to take one final look at it– it wanted to taunt him with what ifs and happy painful memories. The sound of cheers finally pushed him to turn towards the table once more. Watching as the couple that sat there promised to marry one another– the table had issued one final blow. A reminder to Lando that you would never want that with him, he would never be able to promise himself to you at that damned table– it now belonged to someone else.

He supposed it never really belonged to him to begin with. He had been stupid to think that a table would be the glue that would forever hold your relationship together. Of course, he would be lying if he said he didn't still love you or yearn for your affection. If you ever thought you were wrong about your decision that night, he would take you back in an instant. But as he sat there in the suffocatingly happy atmosphere, he couldn't help but think that perhaps the table wasn’t as important as he had thought it to be. Maybe, just maybe, it was time to move on– to start over.

“Hey,” said a voice from beside him.

He couldn’t help the smile that came to his face as he turned to look at the source of the soft voice, “Hey.”

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#lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 x female reader #f1 au #right where you left me

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 2 months

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the baftas: my eyes need bleach after the livestream chat.

I SAID I WOULD COME TO TUMBLR AND SLUT-SHAME ALL OF YOU, AND YOU BET YOUR GODDAMN BILDADDY I'M HERE TO DO IT. First, a huge thank you to @good-usernames-were-taken, Valerie, for enabling this entire chaos and streaming it. And of course to Disappointment the Main Maggot.

Second, as per requests from you maggots, I have to give an honourary mention to the tragic lack of an emotional support gaseous orange, the late half-eaten packet of Lays on my desk, and my nearly empty can of Monster energy. Idk either, you asked for the mentions you got them.

Without further ado, presenting the BAFTA Awards 2024:

I am busy drawing out the neckline stitches of Crowley's wedding dress, when I am reminded of the stream and I crash into it midway. Little do I know what I am getting into.

Everyone is here for David Tennant. No one is here for the actual awards. This is made very clear very quickly.

KNEES. JUST KNEES. ALL EVERYONE TALKS ABOUT, THROUGHOUT THE STREAM, IS DAVID TENNANT'S KNEES. ARE YOU ALL OKAY WHAT THE FRESH HELL.

For context, David is in a kilt for the first half. I finally see why my relatives disapprove of skirts above knee-length. I never knew humanity's unholy worship of knees till I came here.

SOMEONE ASKS IF DAVID HAS TANNED HIS KNEES. MAGGOTS. PLEASE.

We interrupt our regular scheduled program of David knees to have an intense discussion about British versus French humour, and the misgendering of croissants.

RDJ wins an award and calls his wife his Alpha and Omega.

We're back to the knees. I can't handle how slutty David's knees are, says a worthy maggot.

This goes into a discussion about tickets for David's Macbeth, because, you guessed it, the kilt and the knees.

A lot of gorgeous and talented women in the BAFTAs tonight. I am floored.

I am not allowed to dwell in my awe because the chat is not a place of the lord. Curtain calls of Macbeth are discussed with unnecessary lasciviousness.

Thankfully, in the midst of this, I get a great Zodiac pattern reference for Crowley's wedding dress cummerbund. I was going to have to research the night sky for star charts but this is better.

People show their beautiful brainrot-induced Doc Marten purchases.

The knee thirst has moved into X-rated territory. I am terrified.

A song is sung in memory of film industry people who passed away this year, and people are sad about Dumbledore but at the same time are imagining Aziraphale and Crowley dancing to the song. The brainrot is real.

I accidentally spoil Saltburn's freakshow for someone. When I ask how I can make up for it, they say something about GOAD. I'm alarmed. Is that an OnlyFans, I ask. It's Good Omens After Dark, the chat answers. Is THAT an OnlyFans, I ask. Close enough, the chat says.

David has now changed outfits to a suit, which finally makes people pay attention to the BAFTAs, if only to alternatively thirst over the suit and bemoan the loss of knees.

Things, uh, happen, which I will have to include as quotes in another post. Cheers, @thearoacemess and @vitrilol.

Barty Crouch Jr is debated about as the Wolfstar child. Bratty Crouch Jr is said to be Crowley.

I obtain a banana, which I associate with blowjobs.

@thearoacemess talks about someone deepthroating a seven-inch banana without a hitch.

The stream does a flashback to the kilt time. It is a mistake. @queermarzipan barrels in and is being too slutty about the knees.

I tell them they need jesus, and they yell about how they've gone to mass twice today and they're an atheist.

Thankfully, @vitrilol starts chanting about the glory of Ireland. The only thing that will distract Marzipan from David Tennant is Ireland.

He proceeds to start screech-singing in all caps.

🎵IRELAND IIIRELAND TOGETHER STANDING TALLLL.🎵

The BAFTAs end. People are still thirsting over David Tennant.

🎵I KNOW YOU'RE MISSING HOME IT'S SO LONG SINCE YOU'VE BEEN🎵

Uh, more dubious things about David, suits and the absence of said suits are discussed. I'm trying my damndest not to notice.

🎵AND THE LIFE YOU HAD IN DUBLIN NOW AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A DREAM🎵

There is accidental Mascot lore: I am apparently from a different timeline (I mixed up timeline and timezone) and that's how Apollo deposited me in an illegal sushi restaurant where I became Neil Gaiman and Michael Sheen's intellectual child.

I am compared to a cat.

TOM HIDDLESTON AND DAVID TENNANT WERE IN THE STAGED-LIKE THING IN THE BEGINNING AHAHAHAHAH LOKI AND CROWLEY MY TWO CELESTIAL GENDERFLUID ICONS.

OKAY so I will end the summary here and make a list of out of context quotes in a new post. Because. Boy oh boy. That deserves its own post.

#good omens mascot #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #david tennant #bafta 2024 #good omens #maggots #good omens fandom #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #michael sheen #bafta awards #bafta #bafta livestream #tom hiddleston #loki #ireland #macbeth

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agendercrisisx · 7 months

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Bestfriend!Sero who finds out you bf cheated on you so he makes it up to you..

Bestfriend!Sero X F!Reader

Genre:Smut

This is such a good idea, but I only write gender-neutral so I'm gonna make it gn!reader afab :)

When you need a friend

Warnings: smut, fingering, oral f!receiving,

Summary: Your long time boyfriend cheats on you, and you don't know what to do. The only thing that makes sense, is going to your best friends house. You end up at Sero' door, a mess of emotions. He takes you in, gives you a drink. And takes good care of you.

Word count: 1790

You stand in the rain on the doorstep of the person he was so worried about. But the only person you really trust. The person who was always there, but you pushed away for some stupid boy.

You raise your hand to knock but are stopped as the door opens. Sero stops in his tracks, finding your figure and a small smile spreads on his lips.

"Fuck I missed you!" He grabs you and pulls you into a tight hug. You laugh and feel the tears burning. Fuck everything is so messed up right now.

He pulls back and looks at your face, and his expression quickly turns worried.

"Hey hey, what's going on, you okay?" You shake your head slowly, and a tear falls down your cheek.

"Here let's just talk," He turns and pulls you after him into his home, letting go of your hand as you step inside and closing the door behind you.

"Sit down." He says softly and places you on the couch. "Give me a sec," He leaves into the kitchen for a minute before coming back with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

"Drinks then talk." He smiles and pours you a glass, you take it happily and down it instantly.

"Wow wow, slow down darling." He laughs and takes a sip of his own drink.

"I need something to calm my nerves..." You mumble and pour yourself another glass and downs that as well. He just looks at you, waiting for you to start the conversation.

As the alcohol kick in, and the feeling hits you, you open up to him.

"Emh you know my boyfriend?" He nods slowly, already guessing what you are about to say.

"He kinda... umh... cheated." You stretch the last word out and look down at the floor. He doesn't say anything for a hot minute, letting you suffer while he thinks.

"That fucking sucks, want me to make it up to you?" You turn your body towards him and give him the most confused look. He smirks and places a hand on your thigh.

"Come on pretty you know what I'm asking." He leans closer to you and whispers against your ear. "Please baby, let me make it better?" He pulls back and makes eye contact with you, trying to read your expression.

"How should that help?" You hold eye contact and try to think it through. Had you always kinda had a crush on your best friend? Yes. Did he make you feel better? Yes. Could this make the feeling of being betrayed feel less overwhelming? Maybe.

"Oh baby, you know what I mean, remember you told me he hadn't made you cum?" He grins, "I could make you cum on my tongue, cock, or fingers till your brain can't even comprehend it anymore. I could make you feel all better, make you forget about that idiot. Show you exactly what you missed the last six months with him. Show you how much better I am. Why you should have chosen me in the beginning! I can show you so much, baby."

You clench your thighs, the stream of his words have you feeling some type of way. You swallow and linger a hand just beside his cheek.

"Your move baby." He raises an eyebrow anticipating your next move. You lean forward and he grabs your hair and pulls you tightly against his mouth. His tongue runs along your lower lip, begging for entrance. You obey and open your mouth letting him in. He is fast and the kiss is dominant. He quickly takes control and moves you as he pleases.

"So good for me, now let me take care of you, baby." He mumbles against your lips and presses closer to you. He moves your body so your legs are spread and you are leaning against the back of the couch. "So pretty," He gets down on his knees, kneeling before you looking at your clothed pussy.

He swallows and a smirk spreads on his handsome face. He grabs the hem of your bottoms, "Lift your hips." You do as he says and he pulls them down with your underwear.

You close your legs and look away as he makes eye contact.

"Look at me." You are flustered and embarrassed but do as he says. Your eyes meet and he smiles so softly, "Such a good baby." The praise is getting to you, and you clench your thighs. He chuckles darkly and with ease he spreads your legs, holding you open for him.

"Wow, you are so pretty." He is almost drooling at the sight of you, "can I?" He looks up at you, and you nod slowly. He dives in quickly licking from your ass to your pussy. You moan and he chuckles darkly. You clench around air and he pushes a finger inside.

You groan as he starts to move it slowly, "such a good slut." You clench around his finger as he says it and you can't believe this is really happening. You may or may not have thought about this before, how good it would feel if he ever did this to you. And its a million times better than you imagined.

He dives for your pussy, still with a finger inside. You groan as his tongue circles your clit and his finger finds your g-spot. He laughs softly and the vibrations have you arching your back. Pushing your pussy against his face.

"So eager," he takes a deep breath and pulls out his finger. You whimper at the loss, but he quickly replaces it with his tongue. He tongue fucks you and you moan loudly as he presses his thumb against your clit.

Your legs are shaking and he pulls your legs over his shoulders. "You taste so good baby," he continues his assault on your pussy and you can slowly feel yourself nearing the edge.

Your toes curl and you clamp down around his tongue and with a scream you cum. He doesn't stop though, he keeps going. Showing you that this was never just about your pleasure this was about his own too.

"So good for me, god you're so good looking. I could do this all night, if you let me of course?" It was a question and you think about it. The entire night with Hanta, your best friend. Are you even best friends anymore? But the pleasure you have felt so far, maybe its worth. But at the same time you don't wanna lose him. He is you're best friend.

"I don't know," he runs a hand down your cheek and looks up at you from his kneeling position on the floor.

"Hey, we don't have to do anything its all up to you."

"No its not that, its just... I don't wanna lose you. I can't." He smiles and hugs you tightly.

"You're never gonna lose me, you're stuck with me forever. I will be honest, me doing this was maybe a hope to be more than just friends." You lock eyes with him and his smile is soft and you quickly return it.

"I would want nothing more," you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss.

"Don't start something you can't finish," he chuckles and a shiver runs down your spine.

"What does that mean?"

"It just means that if you kiss me like that again, I'm not sure you'll get any sleep tonight."

"Who said I wanted any." You smile and he stands up, so he can look down on you. A grin spreads on his lips and he picks you up. And carries your though his house into his giant bedroom.

He throws you on the bed and crawls on top of you.

"Let me get this straight, you want me to fuck you until you can't think? And make sure you can't stand tomorrow?" You nod eagerly and he just laughs. "It would be my honor," he whispers into your ear.

His hand runs down your chest and stomach and he quickly makes deal with your clothes. It's off before you even realize and his own is soon off too. His body is toned and lean, and his dark hair flows around his face so perfectly. He looks dreaming.

He runs a finger down your belly and slowly pushes it into you. Your breath quickens and he adds another finger. You moan and he must have decided you are ready for him, cause he slips his fingers out and moves to place his dick just outside your entrance.

"You ready baby?" He looks into your eyes and waist for an answer.

"Yeah, more than anything." He chuckles and pushes the first few centimeters into you, he is big and you can feel him stretching your walls. You whimper as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in again. Working your entrance just with the tip. Fuck if he can make you feel this good with just the tip, what can he do with the whole thing then.

He pulls out again and presses his cock against your clit. You moan and cry out as he pushes all the way in. You're so wet for him, he just slides in. But you feel so full, so full of this amazing man.

"You okay with moving?" You nod and he starts slowly, working in and out of you. His breath quickens and so does yours. You can feel he is containing himself about going all in, and you grab his chin to make him look at you.

"Please just let go," you whisper and with his mood changes. His hips snap against yours and he sets a brutal paces, hammering you into the bed. Making you scream and cry out. It feel so good, you don't even try to keep quiet.

He lifts your legs up over his shoulders and the new angle has you moaning even louder. You can feel yourself nearing the edge again, this man is magic. He knows exactly what to do.

"Fuck baby im gonna cum," he groans. "Me too," you moan.

"Cum with me?" He ask and you nod along, he moves his hand to stroke your clit and that was all it took. You come crashing down, as you cum and squeeze arround him. He cums too, you can feel his loads floating around in you.

"God that was good," you say and, " agreed." He laughs and you can't help but look up at this amazing man that means everything to you.

"Thank you," you say, "for what?" "Just being you." He smiles and leans down to kiss your lips. Its tender and warm and oh so needed.

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x-ethan-lxndry-l0v3r-x · 9 months

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can you do fem reader x ethan landry are best friends and they both like eachother and its obvious to everyone but them? but ethan or reader says or does something that makes the other person either insecure or think that they like someone else? ending in smut and fluff if you can please :) thank youuu

“My bestfriend is very special to me.”-E.L

A/N: Hopefully this lives up to what you’ve asked for, I think I missed out a bit but hopefully it’s still good :))

SUB!Bestfriend!Virgin!Ethan Landry x DOM!fem!reader

⚠️MINORS DNI⚠️ Includes; begging (Obvs Ethan), specific words used for specific areas (😉 if you catch my drift), oral (m receiving), a lil bit of angst (I think idk 🤷‍♀️), no actual p in v (sorry to disappoint, I might make a part two where more, hardcore stuff happens) besides that it’s pretty fluffy.

She sat on Ethan’s bed scrolling through her phone, as he sat at his desk doing reviewing his notes or studying for econ. It wasn’t unusual for the two of them seeing as they did this almost every Friday night.

“Come on Ethan! It’s a Friday you don’t have to do all of that work.” She complained to him.

“Yes I do Y/n.” He spoke, not looking up from his work, scribbling down notes in his textbook.

“But which one is more important? Your whatever the fuck you’re doing or me?Y’know I come here to hang out with you not to sit and wait for you to finish your work.” She complained once more.

“I have to study for econ Y/n.” He sighs.

“Come on Eth!” She whined, moving over towards him, standing behind him, looking over at his work. “You’ve done like a dictionary books worth of notes, Ethan! Just come and hang out with me.” She gently grabbed at his arm trying to get him up.

“I guess I could do with a break.” He admits, and finally gives in to her complaining.

“Yay!” She grins wrapping her arms around his neck loosely in a hug.

“Yeah, yeah, you owe me.” His arms snake around her waist.

“I don’t owe you shit.” She hums, “Hey Ethan, you’re a guy right?” She asked.

“Last time I checked yes.” He replies, curious as to what she was asking.

“Well, there’s this boy I really like-no I love him, but I don’t exactly know how to tell him, do you know how I could tell him, attempt to woo him into loving me?”

He felt as if his entire world just collapsed, she loved this unknown man? It took everything within him to not fall to his knees and cry, he had loved her for so long, and she was going to choose someone else? “Um, I, uh, guess just try and be yourself?” He spoke through a slightly shaky voice.

“But what if he doesn’t like me back, what if he doesn’t like who I truely am?” She asked with a saddened expression on her face.

“If he doesn’t like you for who you truely are then he doesn’t deserve my best friend.” He felt tears burn at the waterline of his eyes, he was going to watch her love another man, in a different way than she loved him, it hurt because he wanted her, he wanted to be the one that she loved like that, in a romantic intimate way.

“I’m going to go use the bathroom.” He stuttered out, a lump forming in his throat as tears welled in his eyes.

“Okay then, I’ll be out here.” She softly smiled, “Thank you for being my friend and constantly being here for me Ethan.” She spoke gently.”

He gave her a weak smile before going into the bathroom locking the door behind him, as he sunk down to the floor his knees against his chest as he pressed his back against the door and silently sobbed, “Thank you for being my friend Ethan.” The words she spoke repeatedly replaying in his mind, “friend.” That word pained him, he wanted to be more than her friend, more than just her best friend.

“Why not me?” He murmured to himself still silently sobbing, tears streaming down his cheeks, leaving his dark brown eyes glossed with tears, his bottom lip slightly quivering.

She knocked on the bathroom door, “Is everything okay E?” She asked in a soft concerned tone.

He wiped the tears off of his cheeks clearing his throat, “Uh, yeah, everything’s all good!” He spoke opening the door.

“Oh okay yes so I put on the movie- have you been crying?” She asked sounding worried. Seeing the redness of his nose and his tear stained cheeks.

“Um, no of course I haven’t been crying!” He lied, it was obvious he was hiding the truth.

“Ethan, I’m your best friend, whatever it is I’m sure I can try and help.” She offered her guidance.

“That’s the thing, ‘best friend’, I don’t want to be just your best friend, I want to have your love, the way you love that man but you love him not me and its just-.” He was cut off by his own loud sob, tears streaming down his face, staining his cheeks.

“You want to be more than my best friend?.” She asked her voice laced with surprise, brushing away one of his tears that fell upon his cheek with her thumb.

“I’m so sorry I’ve made you upset.” She guides him back down to his bedroom, sitting him on the mattress.

“Do you want to know who I was talking about?” She asked him.

“Chad?” He asked, the mere thought of his roommate and his best friend the girl he had a massive crush on together like that just disgusted him.

“No silly, not Chad.” She softly chuckled, “You.” She brushed one of his loose brown curls behind his ear.

“What? Me?” He was genuinely shocked, but also relieved.

“Mhmm.” She hummed in agreement. “I think using words as an apology isn’t anywhere near enough as good as actions, do you agree?”

“Uh yeah I guess so, why?” His voice still shaky slightly tears stained his cheeks, her eyes wondering there way down to his lips, how they were a nice pink colour.

She pressed her lips against his. Her strawberry lipgloss smearing upon his lips as they kissed, flavouring the intimate moment with hues of the berry taste. Her hands resting in his curly hair, pulling him closer to her as they kissed.

She pulls away from the kiss, her forehead pressing against his, “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He smiled.

“That wasn’t how I was going to apologise.” She whispered in his ear, her hand mindlessly trailing down his chest which was covered by the blue material of his shirt (that’s right his wearing the same shirt as he is in the pics above because, he looks mighty fine in it 🤭). “H-how were you going to apologise?” He asked curiously, (this woman makes him hella nervous bc she’s so gorgeous :D ).

“I was thinking maybe something,” She palmed his cock (I hate using that word 🥲) through his jeans, “Like this.” Her action earned a small gasp from him.

She unbuttoned the button on his jeans, unzipping the zipper, gently tugging his pants down. Slipping her fingers under the waistband of his boxers.

“Do you like this pretty boy? Hm?”

He softly whimpered and nodded his head awaiting for her to touch him where he needed her.

“I need a proper answer, or I might just have to stop.” She teased, her hand slowly moving back out from his underwear.

“Yes, love it.” He quickly responded his voice sounding slightly croaky, he wanted her to continue from what she was doing.

Although she didn’t do that, “Please Y/n..” He gave her those cute puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t worry E, m’gonna give you something even better.” She whispered seductively into his ear, pulling his boxers down his legs, which then exposed his erection to her, he wasn’t massive, but he was big, the tip of his dick, pink with precum oozing out the tip, it curved upwards at a perfect picturesque angle. “Never had someone else touch it for you pretty boy?” She asked.

He shook his head, “No.” He spoke shyly, a bit embarrassed by the fact that he was still virgin.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it real good.” She sunk down to her knees, his thighs spread out just enough for there to be enough room for her shoulders. She held her hand out towards his mouth. “Spit.”

“W-what?” She looked at her with a surprised expression.

“You heard me, spit.” She waited, before he dribbled his saliva into the palm of her hand, she took her hand back down, wrapping it around his shaft, giving it a nice squeeze, “A-ahh!~” He choked out a moan, she began slowly pumping his length.

She gave his slit that was leaking a bit of precum a small lick, swiping away the clear-milky fluid on her tongue. Which made him moan.

She then took his tip in her mouth swirling her tongue around the pinkness, he sworn he could’ve just cummed by the sight, “Ohh fuck.~” He moaned as she sucked his tip, before she took him completely into her mouth, the tip of his cock, hitting the back of her throat causing her to gag, as she slowly began bobbing her head, the feeling of her warm wet mouth on his sensitive member was so good it almost hurt, as she felt him fist the back of her hair as she sucked him off, bobbing her head faster, as his grip tightened on her hair.

“M’close! Please don’t stop! Please!~” He pleaded her through broken moans, the sounds of wet squelching echoed the room as she kept sucking him off.

“Ohh fuck! M’cumming!~” He cried out, his pretty bambi-like eyes rolling into the back of his head as he came into her mouth.

She felt his release hit the back of her throat causing her to choke slightly pairing with the fact his dick was inside her mouth, as she took him out, cum coated her lips in patches, as she looked up at him, showing him the cum on her tongue, before swallowing it down, it was bitter and thick, but it was Ethan.

She at back up giving him a kiss on the lips, her lips tasted like strawberries (from her lipgloss) and his cum, (what a take on berries and cream 😩).

“So, how did I do, is my apology good enough?” She teased.

“You did, so so good Y/n.” He sounded fucked out, she understood though, he was a virgin after all, so she wasn’t surprised it didn’t take a lot to wear him out.

“You tired now pretty boy?” She asked laying him down onto his bed.“You look so fucked out, so pretty as well.” She spoke softly, she laid next to him, resting the tired boy’s head on her chest.

“Thank you..” He buried his face in her chest. “Anything for you pretty boy.” She kissed the sleepy boy’s forehead.

“I love you Y/n..”

He mumbled before he drifted into a sleep, these words surprised her a bit, in a good way.

“I love you too Ethan.”

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-It took me 2 days to write this, I sincerely apologise if it’s crap, this is the first time I’ve ever written smut before 💀, still taking requests <333

#ethan landry x reader #sub!ethan landry #ethan landry x reader fluff #ethan landry x reader smut

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That Saint Peter fic was so cute! Like really, REALLY cute! Maybe you should consider continuing it? With Reader being redeemed and going to heaven? Maybe they die like Sir Pentious when fighting against Adam and spawn in heaven?

this one kinda flopped in my mind, but I hope it's bearable to read !! enjoy!

cw: gn reader, spoilers of episode 8, a little gore to the reader (reader death),,, uhhh lmk if there's something I missed, not proof-read at ALLL!!

word count: 1.8k

part 1 part 3 part 4

Daylight (Saint Peter x Redeemed!Reader)

The final battle was upon you, flurries of executioners surrounded the hotel. But thankfully due to Alastor’s shield, you alongside your fellow residents were able to kill them, one after one after one.

Your heart was racing, adrenaline pumping through your veins, the stench of the angel’s golden ichor singed your nostrils.

But before you knew it, Sir Pentious had sacrificed himself, immediately being blown to smithereens by Adam’s power. You couldn't stand to watch it, your weaknesses bubbling up as you choked back a sob.. The remaining Egg Boiz, would they be okay? Were they okay? You snuck off to see if any reminder of Sir Pentious was still around, allowing a few stray tears to fall.

Unbeknownst to you, alongside everyone else at the battle site, there was one stray angel, grasping onto their last moments of life, as you called out for the Egg Boiz, you found none of them, cracked eggshells seemed to be everywhere you looked. It grew harder to swallow, there had to be at least one..Right?

Dashing through some rubble your search was about to continue but you felt a sharp pain. You froze in place, looking down, breathing stuttering. Piercing your chest was one of the angel's tridents…Straight through the heart.

“What…?” You weakly spoke, turning with whatever energy you had left to face the angel, a dark smile on their face before they succumbed to their injuries.

It didn't take long for you to fall to your knees, gasping for whatever breath you could find. Your mind was in a panic. This couldn't be it. You can't die alone, you never even got to tell Charlie or the others goodbye.

Silent tears streamed down your cheeks. At least you tried your best. Right?

People in life always lied when they said death was painless, your first one sure as Hell wasn't, and neither was this one. You guess it's just their way of dwelling the fear of inevitable death, if only they knew.

A warm heat overtook your senses as brightness enveloped your vision.

What?

Looking around you saw the two Serafim you met a few months back and…Sir Pentious?

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit it worked!

Redemption worked! Charlie's a fucking genius.

Sir Pentious called your name in surprise, “You're here too? Oh no, that must mean.. Did Adam get you too?”

“I.. Pentious..” You were utterly speechless, but so were Sera and Emily. Not one but two sinners redeemed in such a small period of time. Perhaps they really did underestimate Charlie’s ability to fulfil her dream.

After relaying what happened to you after Pentious died, the Serafim discussed how to assimilate to your new lives, Emily in particular helped the two of you get situated.

And within enough time, you were ready to start your second afterlife.

It took you a few days to get yourself situated, too busy dwelling and moping about, lost in thought about your old life. You wondered how long it took everyone down in Hell to notice you had died, if they even felt sad, or even remorse. But you couldn't live in this rut for the rest of your afterlife, you were in Heaven now, everything screamed optimism and positivity. You had to get out there and mingle, make new friends. With a huff, you made yourself presentable before leaving your new home.

Wandering the streets, you heard whispers,

“Has anyone seen Adam recently?”

“No seriously, it's been a little too quiet around here.”

“Forget him, did you see how battered up Lute was? Missing an arm and everything!”

Well that was certainly interesting information, it filled you with a sense of pride. Charlie must've won! Adam had to be dead, but Lute survived? Probably at the hands of Vaggie, you thought.

Before you knew it, you were somewhere familiar, the plaza. Not only that, the ice cream parlour you went to with Saint Peter was just across the street.

Your eyes widened. Wait.. Saint Peter! You hadn't seen him yet since your arrival, a fault on your behalf but still, you had to find him. Would he be pissed that you were here, or happy?

Approaching some friendly looking angels you asked, “Excuse me! Have you seen Saint Peter around?” Voice wavering in anxiousness.

“Hmm? Oh Peter? Oh about this time he should still be at his post but should be taking a break in liiiike five mins or something so if you wanna wait for him by the gates, go ahead!” One angel replied, grinning.

“Thank you so much!” You quickly turned on your heel, heading in the direction of the gates, hearing a small comment from the other angel,

“I woulda thought they would've been looking for a loved one, not Peter of all people. Weird. OW! Hey, I'm just saying!!”

That angel was correct, by the time you made it to the gates -a little out of breath from the speed you were walking- Peter was heading inside for his break.

He was humming to himself but halted as he set eyes upon your new form.

He called out your name, “What.. What are you doing here? If you were visiting you should've come through the gates like you did last time. Besides what's with this new outfit? Looks gorgeous on you, but it looks as though you're cosplaying an angel!....Ooohhh” The realisation of the situation just slapped him in the face. Hard.

Approaching you and holding your face in his hands, he took a real good look at you, causing a blush to spread across your cheeks from the sudden contact.

“Haha.. Hi Peter. Um, guess it happened I got redeemed..? All it took was me dying..again.”

He releases his grasp on your face, eyebrow quirked. You pouted from the loss of contact before meeting his concerned gaze. “But!! It's nothing to worry about! Haha.. Just.. A surprise attack from an exterminator. I guess all that hard work in the hotel came in handy, huh?”

Peter's look of concern refused to falter throughout your explanation, his eyebrows furrowed, almost as if he was lost in thought.

“Y’know, once you left last time there were all sorts of rumours about exterminations and Adam being heavily involved. I refused to believe they were true, why would my fellow angels do such a thing but… I suppose it was true all along. Oh, dear I'm so sorry..” His peppy attitude seemed to completely fade as he spoke, you felt guilty for even unloading it at him, seeing the angel upset made your heart pang.

“But,” He continued, a hand coming up to caress your cheek, “at least that redemption worked, I knew I could believe in you. I'm so proud!” You leaned into his touch, who knows how long it had been since you were treated as if you were a porcelain doll, so fragile, so tender.

“Thank you.. Really. I think your belief in me when we first met really helped.. In fact, the thought of you brought me great guidance in rough times, but that's embarrassing to admit..” You nervously laughed. The stars in Peter's eyes as you spoke didn't go unnoticed.

You had gathered from your initial meeting that Peter wasn't typically the one to be on the receiving end of attention, let alone compliments. After all, you were the first being to have asked his name at the gates.

“Also,” You continued, “It probably looks pretty strange to others just seeing us chat just outside your post, c’mon, let's go get some ice cream like last time, my treat this time okay?” With that you took his hand and started heading back towards the plaza.

Peter stared at where your hands connected, uncharacteristically quiet.

Truth was, ever since your meeting, he had hoped and wished for you to show up at the gate again, for another meeting, being redeemed or even just to see him. Logistically, he knew it was impossible for that last option, you didn't have the ability to open the portals between the two worlds, but a part of him hoped that you would just appear before him one day.

And you finally did, despite his earlier ramblings, Peter felt almost shell shocked, he dreamt of the two of you meeting again, but now it was finally happening, all rational thinking had left his mind.

After you had left the ice cream parlour to go to the Serafim meeting, some angels approached Peter with demeaning questions.

'Why were you being so friendly to a sinner? You know they're down in Hell for a reason.'

'They were probably feeding you lies and sob stories weren't they?'

'Don't let them get to you, Saint Peter, we can't have you falling.'

But falling he did, not in the sense of turning to a life of sin, how could he ever? Without your knowledge, you had the Keeper of the Key wrapped around your finger.

Before he even realised, the two of you had made it to the parlour, feeling a small sense of déjà vu.

The two of you ordered and took your seats, everything seemed to be identical to your first meeting, and your conversations were as fluid as thought, almost as if the two had known one another for your entire existence(s).

What you found was that Saint Peter’s life seemed rather monotonous, yet he still managed to keep such a peppy attitude, guess that's how he became an angel in the first place, a lust for life.

Saint Peter’s break came and went in the blink of an eye. It almost disappointed you when he spoke about heading back to work. Did this moment ever have to end? You wondered to yourself.

Being the kindred spirit you were, you walked him back to the gates, fingertips occasionally brushing one another, but it didn't feel awkward. No, in fact it felt natural, as if there was some sort of invisible string pulling the two of you together.

“Do you have to go?” You spoke softly once the two of you reached the gates.

“You know I have to, besides, it's not like it's our presumed last meeting like last time, right?” He chuckled.

“Yeah.. I suppose so, we could see each other every day if we so wanted.” You smiled, not noticing the gap between the two of you closing.

Tentatively, he pressed his lips to yours. You could feel your heart flutter, it felt like one of those romantic kisses in a fairytale despite only lasting a few seconds. The kiss was filled with the warmth of a thousand suns embracing you in a tender hug.

"Peter.." You gasped out, face growing red as he pulled away.

"That wasn't too much was it? Ahhh sorry!" He panicked, but before he could sputter any more apologies, you pressed your lips to his, a chaste one, just to quiet him down.

“I'll see you once your shift is finished, okay?”

Peter’s mind was spinning, he could only nod pathetically, causing you to giggle. If his pupils could turn to hearts they would.

You turned on your heel, waving a little goodbye to him. “See you soon, Peter!”

“See you…”

Needless to say, Saint Peter’s mind was quite occupied for the rest of the day, causing many frustrations amongst the newcomers.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hh x reader #saint peter #hazbin hotel saint peter x reader #hazbin saint peter #hazbin hotel saint peter #saint peter x reader #saint peter x you #saint peter x yn #hazbin hotel x you #blitzor0de0

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3cremepie3 · 1 year

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Slip!

Jade Leech x reader Smut/ fluff 18+

Synopsis- After taking a fall down the mountain Jade takes care of you! Quiet loving sex with the leech bro.

A/n- I just realized I didn’t write for him. So after weeks of writing and editing here he is. Also p.s this is long ash.

Warnings - mentions of injury, slight dark humor, saliva, multiple creampies, cursing, overall sloppy sex, sweat, strange dick shape

“Welcome Y/n.” Jade smiled down at you waiting underneath a large tree. “Hi, Jade.” You huffed out of breath from the long trail you had to walk to get here. “Don’t tell me you're tired already that wasn’t even a quarter of the way to our destination?”

“Nah that was nothing.” You lied trying to catch your breath. “While then let’s start walking,” you cheered!” You leaped over a large log and onto the walkway. Your boots squeaked as you walked through the numerous muddy paths.

“Thank god I found these at ramshackle,” you noted. “Yes to do these activities you have to have a sturdy pair of footwear,” Jade spoke. “I made that mistake my first time walking up here.” His voice was almost drowned out by a nearby stream so he spoke louder.

“I could barely stand while working at the Lounge the next day.” I know Azul probably didn’t let you have a break either,” you added. “You guessed right but luckily I didn’t have a shift the after so I was okay.” Just let me know if you need a break alright?”

“Right,” you nodded. Jade took note while you both walked even though you saw these same rocks and tree’s over and over. “How do you have so much to write down?” It’s the same scene over and over again.”

“Maybe I’ll find something new one day it’s always good to keep a new perspective on things.” Like, let’s use this rock.” He bent down and picked up a rock. At first, I thought it was a metamorphic rock that’s very common.” But looking closely I can see it’s a sandstone which is still common but still you get the point.”

“So it’s always good to keep an eye out?” Yes, try to find me something pretty we need better pictures.” Will do!” Now your eyes were scanning every surface. You thought of picking up a frog but it leaped away. Then you pointed to a bird but it flew away.

A bunch of mushrooms hung off a branch so you were gonna point those out but he said something that was living. “Ooo found something!” You went to grab the beautiful creature. “Stay just like that don’t move a muscle,” Jade demanded. You did as follows so he could snap a pic. It flew off of you going back to its business. “Come look Y/n.” Aww!” You gushed looking at the butterfly that landed on your nose.

“This is perfect for our club poster,” Jade chuckled. “Hell yeah it is I found you two pretty things,” you joked. “Yup you’ll attract more club members.” Am I that fine?” Yes, are you blind to others' attraction to you?”

“I must because I had not one clue I was the “It girl” or whatever you want to call me.” Do you think everyone just asked you to come to their club meetings with no motive?” You thought back to all the proposals people had given you over the months. You were even allowed to attend their events if you wanted to.

“I thought that they just wanted my company?” I’m a good friend once you get to know me,” you pleaded. “Well you never come so they wouldn’t know that.” Not true I’m here with you today,” you called into question. “Now I can brag to Floyd about this his mood is sure to sour.” I wasn’t ever gonna go to basketball with sweaty high schoolers that are gonna yell at me when I miss. That seems like an absolute nightmare.”

“Yeah they wouldn’t go easy on you,” he chuckled. But I’m glad you're here with me.” Yes even though you scare me sometimes well most of the time!” I still rather be in this club than anyone else’s.” Thanks for coming y/n. For a long time, I thought I would always be alone. But somehow I’ve gained a companion.”

“Yup for now on I’ll be the best partner you can ask for Jade.” Y/n there’s something else I’ve been wanting to ask you.” You paused your actions to look back at him. Before he could speak his expression seriously you got distracted by the rain. It started to fall suddenly and heavily like a blanket of snow. “Does it usually rain on this mountain?” Yes, that’s why I brought these.”

He handed you a yellow poncho. “Up ahead there should be a resting area we can wait there until the rain clears.” Okay, let’s get there fast my boots are getting soaked.” You dashed ahead of him not focused on your footing. “Wait it’s slippery up there L/n!” He tried his best to warn you but it was too late. You already slipped on the stone steps. “Fuck why did I wear high waters!” You cussed looking at the gash in your leg.

“I’ll clean up your wound soon.” For now, let me carry you.” Are you sure I’m pretty heavy,” you warned. “There’s nothing to worry about,” he shushed you. Afterward, you didn’t protest as he picked you up bridal style. Despite the added weight, his steps were stable and he didn’t slip. “I'm sorry Jade I didn’t mean to be dead weight.”

“We got our mission accomplished so I don’t mind.” Besides you’re not heavy.” He bounced you up and down in his arms. “Ah,” you screamed thinking you were gonna fall down the hill. “I forget how strong you and your brother are.” You could probably deadlift Jack.” He didn’t look anywhere near tired even after bringing you further to the rest stop.

Which you now saw was a supply shed. He dropped you on a recliner that was in the corner. “This is your idea of a rest stop?”

“Yes now Stay still,” he directed. He pulled a small first aid kit out of his backpack. “At least someone came prepared.” You laughed at yourself who only brought your outfit and a half-eaten granola bar. “I always get hurt while up here.” Especially when I was newer like you I scraped my legs a lot.” I know just the thing to treat your injuries.”

He pulled out a small bottle of alcohol. “This is going to sting .” He explained to you all while holding that same unreassuring smile. “Wait!” I’m scared.” Sorry I know I’m such a baby,” you frowned. “This has to happen Y/n I’ll be here to guide you through it.” Fine just do it,” you blurted.

He began to pour the alcohol on the scrape. You grabbed his hand out of instinct squeezing tight on the large and long fingers of his. “All done.” He patched you up thoroughly then leaned your leg on the chair. “I think we should stay here until morning.” My weather predictor says there’s gonna be a storm.”

The whole time he was talking you couldn’t focus since you just now realized you were holding his hand. “Such a gentleman,” you spoke aloud. “What was that,” he interrupted. “I didn’t think I said that so loud… but I did mean it.” Thanks for all your help Jade I would’ve probably had to camp in some tree stump if you weren’t here.”

“I’m not so good at taking care of myself. But your pretty caring I can see that in the way you treat Floyd.” Thank you that was nice of you Y/n and… “About that thing earlier Y/n that I was trying to tell you.” Oh yeah, you weren’t able to finish I’m sorry that I interrupted you.” No problem as long as your listening now.” He clasped his other hand over both of yours encasing them with warmth. “I didn’t need your help to take pictures for the club.” I brought you out here for another reason.”

Silence filled the shack and the only thing you could hear was the rain tap in the background. “You brought me in these secluded woods to eat me?” You joked thinking it was funny but other questions ran through your mind. What was he planning to do with you? Was Jade asking you out? Your mind couldn’t even process it correctly. You stayed frozen in shock for a minute before his lips on one of your knuckles brought you back to earth.

“I hope you can find it in you to answer me.” It doesn’t have to be soon I’ll wait however long it takes.” Wait you’re serious Jade this isn’t some rude prank or scheme you and Azul boiled up?” No, I would never go as far as I plan to go with you,” he admitted.

“Just how far do you plan to go?” You smirked catching his flirtatiousness. “If your comfortable I wanted to try third base?” But today I’ll only be servicing you, my sweetheart.” He leaned over on the corner of the chair to kiss you.

While doing so his hands trailed down lifting your legs to each side of the chair. He sat up then squeezed himself in between your legs. Now he was impossibly closer smothering you into a drool-sharing kiss. You could feel him smile against you as you begged for air against him. But his tongue held you in a tight lock.

Your hands clasped his hair and your legs locked around his back. For a moment you even forgot about your injury blinded by lust. Finally, you broke apart. Worn out from the heat of the moment your leg dropped remembering the pain it once beard.

Jade looked at you one last time for permission before sliding your pants off. If only you’d known you would’ve worn your cutest panties. But Jade didn’t seem to give a damn after kissing your clit through them. “I did bring you deep in the woods for this.” Somewhere far where I know no one will bother us.”You shivered at the straightforward action while he laughed finding you too sensitive for your good.

“Try to stay still,” he directed. Even after his direction, you were still squirming in his strong grasp as he liked up your panties. His fingers lightly followed the path he made. Your underwear was completely drenched in your essence by the time he pulled them to the side. If he didn’t have patience he would’ve torn them off but he much preferred to keep their ruin so he could use them later.

He spat a globe that rolled down to your fluttering hole. You watched his every move your body reacting to every movement of his in anticipation. He paused completely his fingers just a few centimeters from your clit. He wouldn’t be a leech if he wasn’t at least a bit malicious. The noises falling out of your mouth were embarrassing. Jade could tell how uneasy you felt as his other hand worked his way up your shirt.

Your bra soon fell on the chair. You gripped the sides for support so your hands wouldn’t tangle in his hair. You wanted nothing more than to slam his head down on your cunt. You could feel his heavy breathing as his sight focused on yours.

“Please I can’t wait any longer,” you groaned. If you didn’t have such a grip on the chair then you would’ve touched yourself by now. “You’re so impatient.” You just really want my tongue that bad huh?” Yes please, I need you.”

“Just wait a little longer.” He kissed the area around your hole. You waited for what felt like forever you were even more soaked than the ground outside by now. You couldn’t wait for another second his smooching was too stimulating. Your hands moved from the side of the chair and into his hair.

You would probably come to regret it later but for now, you needed the pleasure. He groaned his supply of air being cut off since you stuffed him in your fat cunt. “Ahh finally,” you whined. “You’ll come to regret this later once I start I won’t stop.”

He wasn’t lying he licked you in all the places you needed until you were creaming all over his tongue. The first time you felt good your orgasm was powerful. You tightened the grip on his hair. The second time felt odd to you. Never before had you been so sensitive after an orgasm.

Your clit which he rolled around meticulously was now throbbing. “This feels weird.” You mewled feeling a new sensation rocking through your body. “Just let it all out no need to hold back.” Your body began to spasm your back arched off the chair and your head fell back. You hadn’t realized what you’d done until you looked down at Jade's ruined face.

“Ah, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make a mess.” You tried your best to help him reaching for a shirt to dry him off. But his grip on your legs tightened. He forced them back open again and began to feast. Maybe it was the merman in him but he loved it when you squirted. So he was gonna make it happen again.

Only this time his fingers filled your hole pumping you while his thumb rubbed on your overworked clit. He moved them faster and faster until the familiar feeling came back to you. “So good! So good, so good,” you chanted. He was hitting a spot you never thought you could reach.

Your juices dripped down his fingers but he didn’t care continuing to pump in and out of you. “Wow, I can’t believe it’s possible to get this wet.” You're making a mess everywhere but it’s nothing I can’t lick up.” It took you until now to notice his tongue wasn’t normally shaped. You couldn’t tell since you’ve never gotten head before. It was long and pointy enough to make your toes curl as it filled you.

He switched in and out with his tongue and his fingers his pace was slow. But the preciseness of it all had your legs crushing his head in between your thighs. Another orgasm hit you and he achieved his goal of making you squirt again. “I don’t think I can cum anymore.” That’s an impossible statement Y/n of course you can still cum look at how you're taking my fingers.”

Despite your begging, he didn’t let up erasing orgasm after orgasm out of you. You lost count of how many times you came your mind turning to mush. The sounds of your lovesong intensified as did the thunder that almost shattered the window. But you knew you were safe in his grasp. Your body jolted with each vibration his tongue let out.

You bit your hand embarrassed by the sounds you were making. But he removed your hand from your mouth. If you had to hear his groans as he ate you out he wanted to hear your reactions too. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.” Or I’ll stop altogether,” he threatened.

“No please don’t stop,” you begged. If you could feel this good just from his fingers how would his dick feel? It was all you could think about. You became unaware of your surroundings letting the pleasure take over.“I need you to fuck me.” Please I’m begging you!” Anyone walking nearby could probably hear you scream these slutty statements but you couldn’t care. Not when he complied pulling away from you. His face was smeared with your juices and his hair was ruffled. He looked a mess but nowhere near as worse as you.

Your mascara was running down your face for quite a few years fell. Also, your lips were swollen to perfection to him they looked biteable. And your body was hot and flushed with sweat it added a glow like no other to your beautiful skin. However, at the moment you couldn’t find a reason to hate it. Maybe the moonlight and the rain consumed you. Or maybe it was the kiss he pulled you in. The aftertaste was strong this time since you could taste it yourself.

“I have something to share with you before we continue.” What’s that Jade,” you said hastily. “My dick is different than most people.” It’s one part of me that only half changed when I turned human. That’s why I didn’t want to just pull it out.”

“You’ve already excepted every imperfection of mine.” So, of course, I’ll accept yours baby.” His smile returned to his face. He was quick to pull his cock out his pre dribbled on your thigh.“Okay,” you huffed. You were hesitant he was large as you expected but way thicker than you could handle. His cock had ridges that you could feel as your fingers traced. As you felt it he began to get slimy.

“I can’t wait much longer Y/n are you ready?” I- I don’t know if I can handle this.” I made you lose enough now relax love.” He slipped his cock into you after a little resistance. Immediately you tensed the stretch knocking the air out of your lungs. But after a few of his sloppy strokes, you felt good. Your cunt which had previously been prepared was now slimy with his slick.

“How are you feeling Y/n?” He already knew the answer by your face. Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head. He was hitting so deep inside that you began to see white. It didn’t take long for you to cum. He was quick to follow. His cum flowed back in and out of you as he continued to fuck you threw his orgasm.

Your body collapsed to the side of the chair. He lifted your leg so he could still have access to you’re drowning cunt. His strokes were slow and his hips snapped forward once your cunt craved more. You were both still sensitive from your highs that occurred not even a couple of minutes ago; consequently, the round was short.

The base of his cock was covered in a ring of your cream. Things weren’t only looking sloppy but they sounded sloppy. The sound of wet smacking filled the walls. Your body was tired but somehow you were able to keep up with his thrust throwing your ass back on his toned body. You didn’t having speak since you were able to see every emotion he wanted to convey through his smile.

He littered your neck with kisses and you littered his body with scratches. You would have felt bad but he didn’t care. The pain was nothing to him all he could feel were you milking him dry. His dick throbbed inside you. You could feel each vain and ride budge as he came inside you once again.

“I can't stop now not ever,” he whispered. “Please stay with me and take it.” His hand moved your head which was rolling back to his. “Don’t pass out I know it feels good but you gotta stay with me.” He spoke while thrusting into you. Your body was overstimulated each time he moved you gushed at him.

This continued after you moved through many positions. it didn’t matter how outlandish they were as long as he could see your face. Your injuries weren’t considered they couldn’t matter right now. “It’s too dark to leave we would get stranded.” He decided but you could tell it was just an excuse to stay with you and keep making love.

Before you knew it the morning had swept over you both. You awoke both of you collapsed in the chair. You were cockwarming him so you removed yourself from the previous rounds of cum he loaded into you dripping out.

“So this wasn’t a dream,” you confirmed. “Well, I’m glad I slipped!”

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The Key To Your Heart - Track 9

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Panic/Anxiety attack. Alluding to sexual scenarios. Kissing. Fat shaming, name calling. Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 2.7K

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Hi everyone!! I really don't feel great about this chapter, I'm sorry if it sucks. I kinda just want to get it out there though because I don't see my brain thinking up anything better. A lot of writer's block surrounding this scene. Anywho, hopefully next chapter will be better, but I still hope you like it. Although we allude to a little bit of sexual situations now that they are together, I likely will avoid explicit smut being that Pedro is a real human and I am a guilty, guilty human for writing any smut at all. I don't want to offend Pedro (not that he'd ever see it anyway, I am delusional), but I also know people find real person fiction uncomfy as a whole. That being said, I think this story may be coming to a close pretty soon. I plan to have maybe one more full storyline chapter, and at least one little side bonus chapter :) Please let me know what you think in the comments, or DM me if you wanna chat! I love hearing all your thoughts. Thank you for reading and hanging in here with me.

Before the screen even had a chance to load, you canceled the request. Nervously looking at Pedro, he held your hand under the table. “What is it?” he asked gently.

“I just realized,” you replied. “What if they ask about us? About those pictures? What should I say?”

Pedro answered with a gentle stroke of his thumb on your cheek. “Whatever you feel comfortable with. I'm sure I'll be fine with whatever you say, baby. I know your privacy is important to you, and I trust you. I'm all in with you.”

“Okay.” You took a deep breath and once again began the stream.

“Live in 3…”

“2…”

“1…”

The fans began to file in, and before you knew it, you had thousands of viewers. Opting to start with your screen covered, you wanted to give an intro first before the big reveal.

It wasn't long before the comments flowed across the screen.

You took a deep breath, squeezing Pedro’s hand, and jumping in. “Hi everyone! It's me… a lot has been happening lately and I decided it might be time to show a little more of myself.”

-“First!”

-“Did she mean to start a live video ??"

-"Hiii! I'm a big fan"

-“Is she there??”

-“Do you guys see anything?”

“So… Here's me.” You turned on your camera, waving at the screen, your stomach twisting in deeper knots.

-“No fucking way.”

-“!?!!!!!”

-“SCREAMING”

“Hi… Some of you might know me, some might be surprised. But this is me. This is the girl behind the music.”

The comments flooded in, entirely too fast for you to read.

“I want to thank all of you for being fans and listening to my songs. It really means a lot and I hope you liked the album. Your support blows me away, especially with what little information about myself I've given.”

More comments.

“Well, I uh… guess I should read some of these comments and answer some questions. I'm sure there’s a lot you all are wondering about,” you stated nervously, starting to read.

-“Why did you hide your identity?”

“Why did I hide my identity… I hid my identity mostly based on poor self image. I never expected my music to gain popularity, never expected celebrities to know it. Never expected any of it, and it certainly brought its share of criticism. I was scared to be in the spotlight and I didn't feel like I looked good enough to be someone famous. You know? I'm not skinny, I have flaws, and that doesn't always sit well with the Internet. I guess I was mainly scared of how I would be perceived. I'm just a normal girl who had her whole life flipped upside down when I wrote my feelings down,” you laughed anxiously.

Choosing to ignore the storm brewing in the comments below, you addressed the earlier comment. “Thank you for your kind words. I'm glad I can make you feel more accepted by seeing more plus-sized people in the entertainment business. Everyone should feel seen and have a place at the table, no matter what you look like, or who you are.”

-“I think it's nice to have more celebrities that look kinda like me.”

-“You're so humble!!”

-“You should've stayed hidden lmao”

-“Shut up, asshole. Why are you here if you're going to be rude?”

-“I'm sure you're a real supermodel behind that keyboard bravery.. smh”

You weren't expecting someone to actually feel like you were representing them and making them feel seen. You didn't think you had enough of an impact for that. You certainly weren't treated that way when you weren't famous. Nobody really even noticed you before.

You could feel Pedro’s eyes on your face, his thumb swirling circles and hearts over the space of skin on the top of your hand, below your thumb. The place where his bullseye resides on his own. Does he trace that tattoo when he's nervous, the same way he is with me? Perhaps his tracing of your hand is calming himself as much as it is for you.

Desperately, you wanted to look over at him and be comforted by his deep brown eyes, but doing so would cause people to wonder who you made eye contact with and smiled at. So instead, you gave a gentle squeeze and a smile towards the screen, hoping he would understand.

-“Hi, I'm a big fan of yours. Can I ask… is what you said on your album true? You've never been kissed before? I haven't either and I was starting to feel like I'm just a freak.”

“Oh, honey, you aren't a freak. Everyone has things happen at different times in their life. But yes, everything I wrote in my album at the time I wrote it was true. And don't worry, I have felt the same way. Seeing others be kissed, falling in love… having the things I wasn't, it really hurts. But it'll be okay.. nothing is wrong with you. You're deserving of love.”

You hoped they wouldn't pick up on your usage of past-tense wording. Pedro, still holding your hand, rubbed his other hand over your arm gently.

-“Wait… at the time you wrote it? What about now?”

The comments were going wild.

Welp…

Your hands shook, and you used your opposite hand to place on top of Pedro’s that gripped yours. He squeezed gently, feeling the nervous tremors pass through your body, continuing to rub gentle strokes over your arm with his opposite hand.

“Uhm…” your cheeks heated and your stomach sank.

“I've changed a lot since this album was first written. Experienced new things. But I'm still the same person.”

Shit.

-“Who did you kiss?! Is it the guy in your song?”

-“Will you tell us who the song is about?”

-“Wait a second… you're that girl aren't you!?!!!! The one in the pictures with Pedro Pascal!!!!”

-“OMG IT IS”

-“!!!!!!!”

-“IS HE THE GUY!?!”

-“ARE YOU DATING!?!”

The nervous tremors continued, now threatening to cause your teeth to chatter. A full panic attack was brewing. Pedro squeezed your hand again, touching your knee and trying to do his best to ground you without speaking up on your live video. Skipper could feel the waves of anxiousness pooling off of you as well and crawled forward to settle his body across your feet. You took a few calming breaths, but when you went to speak, your voice still betrayed you.

“I..” your voice cracked, shakiness evident as you could feel tears starting to edge their way towards your vision.

I can't do this. I can't do this. I need to shut it off.

You shut your eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to ease your nausea and stress.

Keeping your eyes closed, you spoke. “Yes.”

You took another deep breath. “Yes it was me, yes the song was about him. Yes.”

You opened your eyes to read the comments, tears pooling down your cheeks as you couldn't hold back your emotion anymore.

This is so embarrassing. The first time I show my face I'm crying and having an anxiety attack in front of the whole world.

You swallowed, choking back the full sobs that your body wanted to let loose. Wiping your face with the back of your hand, you began to read the comments, expecting laughter, criticism, and bullying. Instead, you were met with kindness.

Coming back to your senses, you gave a shaky smile. “Thank you guys. I'm sorry for my emotions.” You sniffled. Pedro was still rubbing your hands and arms, comforting you, having never stopped. His eyes still bore into the side of your head, and you knew he was struggling to not speak up or grab you fully.

-“Oh my God, are you okay?”

-“I didn't mean to make you cry I'm so sorry”

-“You and Pedro make a cute couple”

-“Oh no, please don't cry”

-“Idk if you guys are dating but you seem cute”

-“I'm so glad you guys are spending time together when he's the guy in your song”

-“It'll be okay, please don't be upset”

-“You're amazing, we love you”

“Yes, Pedro and I have been spending a lot of time talking after he publicly commented on my song a few months ago. The party was the first time we met in person and we're still figuring things out,” you let go of your worries and broke eye contact with the camera, looking to your side to meet Pedro’s gaze. “But… we're happy.” You smiled at him. He smiled back gently, squeezing your hand, worry and sadness plaguing his face over your well-being. Breaking eye contact, you looked back at the screen.

You giggled before answering “well, I think that's all we have time for today. Thank you all for joining me!” You silently clicked off the stream, closing the browser, turning off the computer, and turning to Pedro. He grabbed your other hand in his, now holding both. “Are you okay?” He asked, concern etched in his face.

-“AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!”

-“IS HE THERE WITH YOU!?!”

-“whaaaaat”

-“SCREAMING”

-“Shut. Up. This is insane.”

-“YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE I CAN'T TAKE IT”

“I think so,” you nodded.

“Seeing you panic and not being able to do anything without potentially making it worse… It killed me. I'm so sorry. I just wanted to pull you into my arms and end that video myself. I hated seeing you so upset.” He stared down at your intertwined hands, rubbing his thumb over them again.

“I appreciate you being here for me,” you let go of his hand to stroke his cheek. “I couldn't have done that without you.” You met his eyes, leaning forward to rest against his forehead. He let out a shaky breath. “I love you. I'm so proud of you.”

“I love you too,” you replied with a smile. “Let's move to the couch, huh?” You asked, pulling him up from the chair. He stood, just as your phone rang, a call from Rose. You quickly answered.

“I saw the live stream. You did wonderful! Don't worry about any of the negative comments you saw or any stories that come out of this. I'll handle it all.”

“Thanks, Rose.”

“Anytime. Take care.” She hung up.

You updated Pedro as the two of you walked towards the couch. “Do you want breakfast?” He asked.

“Maybe in a minute. Can I just hold onto you for a few minutes?”

“I would love nothing more.”

He sat on the couch, you sitting next to him, before he gave you a look. “What?” you laughed. He patted his leg.

“Let me hold you.”

“I'm too heavy for that Pedro, don't be ridiculous,” you shook your head.

“You're the one being ridiculous.” He reached over, pulling you into his lap. “I'm too heavy! You're going to hurt yourself,” you whined.

“You're not too heavy. You're the perfect size, baby. Come here,” he pulled you forward, your body sliding down his thighs as he wrapped his arms around you. You straddled his lap, knees on either side of his hips while he rubbed your back gently. You placed your arms around him, nuzzling into his neck and closing your eyes. You both sighed, and he grabbed a blanket next to him to pull over your bodies. “I could stay like this for hours, wrapped in your arms” you sighed comfortably.

“Why don't you?” He turned his head to kiss your lips. You lifted your face up, taking your head off his shoulder to kiss him deeper. The kisses were lazy and comfortable, holding each other and enjoying the warmth of being in each other's arms.

Finally the two of you broke the kiss, settling back on his shoulder, him tilting his head to lean against yours. His hands sprawled over your back, pulling you forward a bit to adjust in his lap. You let out a soft whimper at the contact, fully aware of the location your bodies connected at the moment. “Feel how much you mean to me?” He asked, his breath ghosting your ear as he pulled your hips forward again. You whined. “Yes..” you answered breathlessly. The temptation to keep doing that was overwhelming. But he once again wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back as the two of you comfortably dozed off, finally relaxed after so much stress of the morning.

Hours later, you stirred, feeling Pedro still underneath you. At the feel of you moving, he stretched a bit before settling with his arms around you again. “Morning, baby” he hummed. “Guess we fell asleep,” you smiled.

“Some of the best sleep I've had in a while, here with you.”

“Same here.” You blinked your eyes open, kissing him on the lips with a peck. “What time is it?”

He turned his head to look at the clock on your TV. “5 o’clock” he laughed. “Guess we both needed some rest.”

“Mmmm, I guess so,” you hummed, settling into him more.

“Good thing I brought nonperishables. Are you hungry?”

You pondered. “Yeah, I am,” you looked into his deep brown eyes. “Breakfast for dinner?” You smiled at him.

“Sounds perfect.” He pecked your lips before you slid off his lap, the two of you standing to stretch. It wasn't long that you two stood apart before you leapt forward again to give him a hug. He laughed, hugging you back. “I'll never get tired of being in your arms,” you smiled into his chest, breathing in his scent.

“I'll never get tired of holding you in mine,” he pulled his face back to look at you.

“Now let's eat! I'm starved,” you scampered towards the kitchen, him giving a gentle pat to your butt before hugging you from behind as you grabbed the breakfast foods. You giggled, setting food on plates as he kissed your neck, still wrapped around you from behind. “I'm starving too,” he replied back to your earlier statement with a growl, biting your ear.

“Pedro!” You giggled, smacking his arm gently. He chuckled, pulling away and grabbing his plate as you both headed to the table.

The two of you ate, filling the space with light conversation, both of you occasionally sneaking Skipper some bites under the table. He could get used to having two humans spoiling him.

The chatter came to a natural pause, eating in silence and smiling at each other across the table. Pedro stopped eating, wiping his hands and continuing to stare at you. You laughed, asking him what was up. Suddenly, he looked nervous.

“I, uh…” he rubbed his neck. “I was going to wait until after we had at least a first date to say this, but…” he trailed off, and your mind spiraled. Is he breaking up with me? Is he not interested anymore? What's wrong?

“I was wondering if… you'd be my girlfriend? Exclusively?” His cheeks flushed.

You stammered, dropping your fork on the plate. “You… you want… me to be your girlfriend?” You smiled.

He nodded. “If… you'll have me.”

“You want to be my boyfriend?” He nodded again, looking down at the table.

“Yes. Yes, are you kidding? Please! I'd love nothing more.” You grinned, jumping out of your chair to move to him.

He stood, pulling you into a hug. “Really?” He smiled at you.

“Really,” you nodded. “Now kiss me,” you held his face.

“Gladly,” he pulled you closer, kissing you deeply, his tongue asking for entrance to your mouth. You squealed, surprised, but letting him in. You'd never experienced this sensation before. But it was… incredible.

He licked your lips, the two of you exploring the inside of each other's mouths, tongues dancing together. The kiss was heated and deeper than ever before, both of you finally pulling away for air, him coming back in to peck your lips a few times, sucking your lip between his own. You sighed shakily. “Wow.”

“I love kissing you,” he smiled against your lips.

“I love kissing you. You're a good kisser,” you smiled back.

“So are you,” he smirked. “My beautiful girlfriend.” He gave a kiss. “How about that date tomorrow?” He pulled away to look at you, letting his hand rub across your lower back, just above your butt.

“I'd love to,” you stroked his face. “My handsome boyfriend.” You wrapped your arms around him again, blissfully.

“Tomorrow,” you two sighed in unison.

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the things we do under the blanket of nightfall ship: natsu dragneel x lucy heartfilia summary: Natsu grapples with his feelings of the aftermath of the war in the only way he knows how—between the sheets in tangled limbs with the only one who can bring him true comfort. ao3

based on this ask from @bearandbirdfan and a reply from @dontpercieveme13

The sound of someone fiddling with the front door lock should have sent Lucy into a panic. She should have been scared of what was on the other side of that door and what their intentions were. Perhaps not too long ago she would have been, but the struggle with the lock, the subsequent squeak of the door hinge, and the sound of the door being locked behind them had become all too familiar to Lucy in recent days, so she knows there’s little to fear.

It comes at around the same time every night, right after she goes to sleep—or, at least, when her intruder thinks she’s asleep. Sleep hadn’t come too easily to her in recent days, and how could it? There's a lot on her mind in the aftermath of the war, and she finds it difficult to turn off at the end of the night. On some nights where she does find herself falling into sleep, it doesn't last long before she's gripped by the night terrors and haunting memories of the threat of losing the very person who finds himself walking through that door, night after night, when he thinks she doesn’t know any better.

“Hey Lucy,” he murmurs.

Natsu’s voice is soft when he speaks to her, in a way she isn’t sure she's ever heard outside of his gentle break-ins.

She doesn’t reply to him—never does—it’s all part of this little routine they have. He lets himself in with the key Lucy pretends to not know he has, and she fakes being asleep. There isn’t a real reason why she does this, mostly just a stream of half-baked excuses. Maybe part of her fears that if he knew she knew what he was doing, he would stop—that he wouldn’t come by every night, that he wouldn’t talk to her when he thought she wasn’t listening, that he wouldn’t crawl into the spot of the bed that she has mentally designated as his.

“Sorry,” he continues in a mumble, but Lucy isn’t quite sure what for.

Natsu doesn’t apologise for the things he should be sorry for, and right now there's nothing she feels warranting it. Still, she stays quiet, letting her thoughts stay just as they were—thoughts—and hoping that perhaps he might choose to elaborate.

“I know you don’t like it when I get in bed with you, but…” He trails off for a moment, and Lucy has to hold herself back from correcting him. Maybe in years gone by she was vocal about her distaste for it, but now it brings with it a sense of comfort that is completely unparalleled by anything she’s felt before. “I dunno; I missed you, I guess.”

I missed you too, is what she wants to say, but instead she simply squeezes her hands together by her chest to mimic the way his words make her heart feel.

It isn’t exactly rational on either end. They had seen each other mere hours ago; there was no reason to be missing one another when they’d only just parted, but feelings like this are never rational, she supposes.

“Sometimes I just get all in my head, and I just gotta make sure that you’re still okay,” he breathes.

Somewhere in his voice, there hides a sense of apprehension, as though this isn’t something he felt comfortable saying to her face. It makes her feel a little guilty for deceiving him like this. She never truly knew if he believed she was asleep or not—she wonders if he has come to memorise the way her breathing patterns differ between when she's awake and when she's asleep. She can’t put it past him. Despite what people might think, Natsu is observant, and he’d certainly spent enough time laying in bed next to her to have picked up the change.

Whether he does or doesn’t, the thought dies in her mind when he speaks up again.

“I’m really glad that you’re safe, Lucy.”

There isn’t any reason she wouldn’t be, but she knows that he doesn’t need a reason to worry. All the trauma, the loss, the heartache—that is all reason enough.

He thought she had died. He had held what he had assumed to be her lifeless body in his arms, and she isn’t sure she could even fathom what that must have been like to him.

They’d never talked about it—not directly, at least. He’d mentioned it to her on another night, just like this one, and he’d never brought it up with her again. She had never mentioned it out of fear that he would stop their little routine, so it simply stayed an open secret between them.

The newly familiar sound of him shedding his jacket, his scarf, his shoes, rings out, filling the otherwise silent room around them. He would place his jacket over the seat of her desk chair and his scarf over the headboard of her bed. Though she had never seen him do it, and they were often gone by the time she rose in the morning, she had caught a glimpse of it on nights she had to worm her way out of his grasp to totter to the bathroom.

The cool air of her room hits her exposed shoulders as Natsu pulls up the sheets to let himself crawl in with her. Any grievances she may have had about the cold are quickly dashed when she feels Natsu’s heat emanating from his body. His arm slips around her, and he pulls himself closer. Her back rests against his strong, hard chest, and she can practically hear the vibrations of his thumping heart beat through their proximity. He presses his nose into the back of her neck and nuzzles in close, making himself comfortable in proximity to her.

Though she knows it’s best to play into the ruse that they had kept up all those weeks, Lucy doesn’t stop herself when she feels her hands trailing down to rest atop his. As if by instinct, their fingers lace together, sitting comfortably against her stomach, slotting perfectly together as though their hands are made to hold one another.

If he notices she’s awake, he doesn’t mention it. It doesn’t change anything—he had already said what he said, and he had already wormed his way into his side of the bed, making himself comfortable with his Lucy in his arms. She’s always had an inkling that he knew—he can probably hear it in her breathing pattern, but like many things between them, it had gone unspoken in favour of letting things stay the way they were.

His nose brushes against the back of her neck, and the feeling of his warm breath against her skin made her shudder slightly before his words graze over her again.

“Goodnight, Lucy.”

A beat of silence befalls them as Lucy lay in quiet contemplation, her mind abuzz with all the things she wants to say but isn’t sure how to articulate, or better yet, if she even should. Her mind begins to calm as she feels his arms squeeze her tighter to his chest, just for a moment, and a wave of security washes over her.

Anything else can be addressed in the morning, should they choose to, but tonight she feels as though a little change in routine can’t hurt as she breathes out her response.

“Goodnight, Natsu.”

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TW: loss of pregnancy, depression

January 9th, 2021

Paige sat at the kitchen table in their cozy West Village apartment, her textbooks spread out in front of her as she nervously plays with her sliver wedding band of her finger, a symbol of the promise of forever she made to Jack nearly two years before. Lizzy, her faithful golden retriever, lay at her feet, keeping her company as she studied. Jack gone for the week again off to California for a string of games. Despite the warm sunlight streaming in through the window, Paige felt a wave of nausea wash over her.

She sighed, pushing her books aside. "I can't concentrate. Lizzy, do you think I should take that test?"

Lizzy raised her head, her eyes filled with concern as she let out a soft whine. Paige smiled weakly, scratching behind her ears. "I guess that's a yes."

With a deep breath, Paige stood up and walked to the bathroom taking the test out of the top drawer , taking the test. As she waited for the result, her mind raced with thoughts of what it could mean. She wasn’t ready motherhood she was in the middle of her college studies getting ready for her first internship with a special needs school. She thought of Jack he definitely wasn’t ready, his career just starting and that’s all he seems to care about lately. She didn’t know what she would do if it were positive. When the timer beeped, she hesitated before picking up the test.

Positive.

Paige's heart sank. She wasn't ready for this. She paced back and forth, trying to make sense of it all, Paige kept thinking to herself why they weren’t more careful, they were young and spontaneous of course this happened. As she thought to herself she heard the front door open, Jack walking in, his hockey bag slung over his shoulder, after a long week.

"Hey, babe, I'm home!" Jack called out, his voice full of cheer. Lizzy wags her tail excited to see her dad home.

“Hey, girl did you miss me?”. Jack asks Lizzie, Lizzie continues to want belly rubs.

Paige bit her lip, unsure of how to break the news to the man she loved so much. She walked slowly to the living room, where Jack was taking off his shoes.God, she thought, he always looks so gorgeous.

"Hey, Jack," Paige said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jack looked up, noticing the somber tone in her voice. "Is everything okay?"

Paige took a deep breath, steeling herself for his reaction she knew she had to tell him she could never hide anything from him, he knew her too well. "I... I took a test. And it's positive."

Jack's smile faded, replaced by a look of shock. "Positive? You mean..."

Paige nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm pregnant, Jack."

For a moment, there was silence as Jack processed the news. Then, without a word, he turned and walked to the window, staring out at the city skyline. Paige watched him, her heart breaking at his reaction. He was always the one suppose to calm her down tell her everyone will be ok, and know he couldn’t get a word out.

Finally, Jack turned back to her, his expression unreadable. "This... This is a lot, Paige. I don't know if I'm ready for this."

Paige felt a surge of anger. "You don't know if you're ready? What about me? I'm the one who's pregnant!"

Jack ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. "I know, I know. I just... I didn't expect this. We're so young, Paige. We have our whole lives ahead of us."

Paige felt a lump form in her throat. "So, what are you saying? Do you want me to... to get rid of it?"

Jack shook his head quickly. "No, no, of course not. I just... I need some time to process this, Paige. Can you give me that?"

Paige felt her anger dissipate, replaced by a deep sadness. "Okay, Jack. I understand."

ack walked over to her, taking her hands in his. "I love you, Paige. And I love our life together. I just need to figure out how this... how this baby fits into it."

Paige nodded, wiping away her tears. "I love you too, Jack. We'll figure this out together, okay?"

They hugged, holding each other tightly, both unsure of what the future held but determined to face it together.

February 27th, 2021

Jack shifted uncomfortably beside her, sensing the judgmental stares. He squeezed her hand reassuringly, offering a small smile. "It's okay, Paige. Let them stare. We know how much we love each other and our baby."

Paige smiled back, grateful for his support. They were called into the ultrasound room, where a technician greeted them warmly. Paige lay back on the exam table, and Jack stood by her side, holding her hand tightly.

As the technician began the ultrasound, Paige felt a rush of emotion seeing their baby on the screen, a tiny, flickering heartbeat confirming their child's existence. Jack's eyes widened in amazement, his initial embarrassment melting away into wonder and awe.

The technician moved the wand over Paige's belly, capturing images of their baby from different angles. Finally, she announced, "Would you like to know the gender?"

Paige and Jack looked at each other, excitement bubbling up inside them. "Yes, please!" Paige replied eagerly.

The technician smiled and pointed to the screen. "Congratulations, it's a girl!"

Tears welled up in Paige's eyes as Jack grinned from ear to ear. They were having a daughter, a precious little girl to cherish and love. The room was filled with joy as they watched their baby squirming and kicking on the screen, a tangible reminder of the love they shared and the family they were building together.

As they left the hospital, hand in hand, Paige felt a sense of peace and contentment. Despite the challenges ahead, she knew that with Jack by her side, they could handle anything that came their way.

May 17th, 2021

Paige stood in the nursery, a smile on her face as she surveyed her handiwork. The walls were painted a soft shade of blue, with fluffy clouds adorning the ceiling. A white crib sat in one corner, surrounded by shelves filled with books and toys. Everything was perfect, just as she had imagined it.

Jack came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "It's beautiful, Paige. She is going to love it."

Paige leaned back into his embrace, feeling grateful for this moment of happiness. They had been through so much already, but they had come out stronger on the other side.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through Paige's abdomen, causing her to cry out in alarm. Jack's face turned white with fear as he helped her to the bed. The pain was intense, unlike anything Paige had ever felt before.

"We need to get to the hospital," Jack said, his voice trembling.

Paige nodded, trying to stay calm despite the fear coursing through her. They quickly gathered their things and headed to the hospital, where Paige was rushed to the emergency room.

Doctors and nurses swarmed around her, asking questions and running tests. Paige could hear snippets of their conversation, words like "emergency surgery" and "risk to the baby" floating in and out of her consciousness.

Finally, a doctor approached them with a grim expression on his face. "I'm sorry, but we need to perform emergency surgery. There's a problem that's impacting the baby, and we need to act fast."

Paige felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. She was only halfway through her pregnancy, and yet she was about to lose her baby. Tears streamed down her face as she clung to Jack's hand, seeking comfort in his touch.

The hospital corridor was bustling with activity as Jack paced back and forth, his heart pounding in his chest. He had been waiting for hours, his mind consumed with worry for Paige. She was in surgery, fighting for her life, and the life of their unborn child.

Jack sank into a chair, his head in his hands. He couldn't bear the thought of losing Paige. She was his everything, his reason for living. From the moment he had met her in kindergarten, he had known she was special. And now, as they faced the greatest challenge of their lives, he was determined to be there for her, no matter what.

Hours passed, but Jack refused to leave. He was a man possessed, his only thought to be by Paige's side when she woke up. The nurses tried to coax him away, but he shook his head resolutely. He would not leave until he knew she was okay.

Finally, the door to the surgical unit opened, and the doctor emerged, his face grave. Jack stood up, his heart in his throat.

"How is she? Is she okay?" he asked, his voice trembling.

The doctor sighed, his expression sympathetic. "The surgery was successful, but Paige is still in critical condition. We did everything we could for the baby, but..."

Jack's heart sank. He knew what the doctor was going to say, but it didn't make it any easier to hear.

“I'm sorry, Jack. We were unable to save the baby," the doctor said softly.

Tears welled up in Jack's eyes as he tried to process the news. They had lost their daughter, the little girl they had already begun to love and cherish. It was a loss that would stay with them forever.

Jack stood outside Paige's hospital room, a bouquet of peonies in his hand. He knew they were her favorite flowers, a small comfort in the midst of such tragedy. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the difficult conversation that lay ahead.

As he entered the room, Paige looked up, a weak smile on her face. "Jack, you're here."

Jack forced a smile, his heart breaking at the sight of her. She looked so fragile, so vulnerable. He walked over to her bedside, placing the flowers on the table beside her.

"I brought these for you," he said softly. "I know how much you love peonies”.

Paige's smile faded as she looked at him, concern in her eyes. "Jack, what's wrong? Why do you look so sad?"

Jack took a seat beside her, taking her hand in his. "Paige, there's something I need to tell you. It's about the surgery..."

Paige's eyes widened in alarm. "What about the surgery? Is everything okay?"

Jack hesitated, the words catching in his throat. "Paige, I... I'm so sorry. We lost the baby."

Paige's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes filling with tears. "No, no, that can't be true. Our baby..."

Jack nodded, tears streaming down his own face. "I'm so sorry, Paige. The doctors did everything they could, but... but it wasn't enough. Our baby... she's gone."

Paige sobbed, her body shaking with grief. Jack wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she cried. He felt helpless, unable to ease her pain, unable to bring their baby back.

After what seemed like an eternity, Paige's sobs subsided. She looked up at Jack, her eyes red and swollen. "Why, Jack? Why did this happen to us?"

Jack shook his head, his own voice choked with emotion. "I don't know, Paige. I wish I had answers, but I don't. All I know is that I love you, and I'm here for you, no matter what.

May 21st, 2021

Paige sat in the nursery, surrounded by the remnants of her shattered dreams. The once cheerful room now felt oppressive, suffocating her with its silent emptiness. Lizzy lay at her feet, sensing her owner's distress and offering silent comfort.

Jack entered the room, his face a mask of forced cheerfulness. "Hey, Paige, how are you feeling today?"

Paige felt a surge of anger rise within her. How could he act like everything was normal? How could he not see the devastation that lay before them?

"How am I feeling?" Paige exclaimed, her voice rising with each word. "How do you think I'm feeling, Jack? I just lost our baby, and you're here acting like nothing happened!"

Jack's smile faltered, his eyes betraying the pain he tried so hard to hide. "I... I'm just trying to be strong for you, Paige. I thought maybe if I acted like things were normal, it would help."

Paige shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "Normal? How can anything be normal after what we've been through? You think you're the only one hurting, Jack? You think I'm not grieving too?"

Jack took a step back, his own eyes filling with tears. "I know you're hurting, Paige. I know I can never understand what you're going through. But I'm trying, okay? I'm trying to be here for you in the only way I know how."

Paige's anger boiled over. "Trying? Is that all you can do, Jack? Try? Our daughter is gone, and all you can do is try? You weren't going to be there for her, Jack. You were going to be a distant father, always away with hockey. You already leave me alone, and now you've left me to grieve alone too."

Jack's shoulders slumped, the weight of Paige's words crushing him. "I'm sorry, Paige. I'm so sorry."

Paige wiped away her tears, her voice filled with bitterness. "Sorry isn't going to bring her back, Jack. Sorry isn't going to change anything."

Without another word, Jack turned and left the room, leaving Paige alone with her grief. She sank to the floor, her body wracked with sobs. All she wanted was to be alone, to mourn the loss of her daughter in peace.

Ellen Jacks mother knocked on the door of Jack and Paige's apartment, a smile on her face and a bag of gifts in her hand. She was excited to see Paige, to spoil her first grandchild with love and presents. But when Jack answered the door, she could see the sadness in his eyes, the weight of grief pressing down on him.

"Jack, dear, where's Paige? I brought some things for the baby," Ellen said, stepping inside.

Jack hesitated, his voice barely above a whisper. "Paige... Paige can't see you right now, Mom."

Ellen's smile faltered, confusion and concern crossing her face. "Why? What's wrong, Jack? Is Paige okay?"

Jack led his mother into the living room, where they sat down on the couch. "Paige had surgery, Mom. She... she lost the baby.". She... she hates me. She blames me for everything."

Ellen reached out, taking Jack's hand in hers. "Oh, Jack, this isn't your fault. You both must be going through so much right now. I can't imagine what you're feeling."

Jack wiped away his tears, his voice breaking. "I just don't know what to do, Mom. I feel so lost, so helpless. I... I don't know how to help Paige, how to comfort her."

Ellen squeezed his hand, her heart aching for her son and his wife. "Jack, sometimes all you can do is be there for her. Let her know that you love her, that you're there to support her in any way she needs."

Jack nodded, taking a deep breath. "I'll try, Mom. I'll try to be strong for her, to be the husband she needs me to be."

Ellen smiled, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "That's all you can do, Jack. Just be there for her, and everything will be okay."

Ellen knocked gently on the nursery door, where Paige had been spending most of her time since coming home from the hospital. She heard a soft sniffle from inside before Paige called out, "Come in."

Ellen entered the room, her heart breaking at the sight of Paige sitting on the floor, surrounded by baby clothes and toys. Lizzy lay beside her, nuzzling her hand in silent comfort.

"Paige, dear, how are you holding up?" Ellen asked, sitting down beside her.

Paige looked up, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "I'm trying to be strong, Ellen. I really am. But it's so hard."

Ellen nodded, placing a comforting hand on Paige's shoulder. "I know, dear. I know. Losing a child is the hardest thing anyone can go through."

Paige wiped away her tears, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just don't know how to grieve, Ellen. I don't know how to move on from this."

Ellen took Paige's hands in hers, looking into her eyes with compassion. "Grieving is different for everyone, Paige. There's no right or wrong way to do it. You just have to let yourself feel whatever you're feeling, whether it's sadness, anger, or guilt."

Paige nodded, her shoulders shaking with sobs. "I feel so guilty, Ellen. I keep thinking about all the things I should have done differently, all the things I should have said."

Ellen squeezed Paige's hands, her voice gentle. "Paige, listen to me. This is not your fault. You did nothing wrong. Sometimes, things happen that are beyond our control. All we can do is try to find a way to cope, to heal."

Paige took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. "I just wish I could turn back time, Ellen. I wish I could have my baby back."

Ellen wrapped her arms around Paige, holding her close. "I know, dear. I know. But we can't change the past. All we can do is cherish the memories we have and find a way to honor the life that was lost."

After a moment, Paige pulled away, a look of realization dawning on her face. "You're right, Ellen. I need to find a way to honor my daughter, to remember her in a positive way."

Ellen smiled, proud of the strength she saw in Paige. "That's the spirit, dear. And remember, you're not alone in this. Jack is hurting too. He loves you so much, Paige. He's loved you since you were kids."

Paige nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I know, Ellen. I know. But I was pretty mean to him. I pushed him away when all he wanted was to help me."

Ellen reached out, wiping away Paige's tears. "Paige, dear, Jack understands. He knows you're grieving, and he knows it's not easy for you. He just wants to be there for you, to support you in any way he can."

Paige nodded, a sense of peace washing over her. "Thank you, Ellen. Thank you for being here for me, for helping me through this."

Ellen hugged Paige tightly, feeling grateful for the bond they shared. Together, they would find a way to heal, to move forward from the tragedy that had befallen them.

Later that night, Paige stood in the doorway of their bedroom, watching as Jack sat alone, reading a history book. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation that lay ahead. She walked over to him, her heart heavy with grief.

"Jack, I need you," she said softly.

Jack looked up, setting his book aside as he saw the tears in Paige's eyes. He stood up, pulling her into his arms as they both began to cry. They held each other tightly, sharing their pain and grief in silent solidarity.

After a few minutes, they sat down on the bed, still holding hands. Jack spoke first, his voice choked with emotion. "I was thinking of naming her Georgia. Georgia Rose. I thought it was a beautiful name for our daughter."

Paige nodded, tears streaming down her face. "Georgia Rose. I love that name, Jack. It's perfect."

Jack wiped away a tear from Paige's cheek. "I had so many dreams for us, Paige. I imagined us watching her grow up, teaching her how to ride a bike, cheering her on at her soccer games. I wanted to give her the world."

Paige cried even harder, the weight of their loss crashing down on her. "I know, Jack. I had so many dreams too. I wanted to hold her in my arms, to sing her lullabies, to see her smile for the first time."

Jack reached out, taking Paige's hand in his. He looked at the beaded bracelet on her wrist, a symbol of their childhood promise of forever. He then looked at her wedding ring, a tangible reminder of his love for her.

"In everything we have each other, Paige. Always," Jack said, his voice filled with determination. "I'll never leave your side, no matter what."

Paige looked into Jack's eyes, seeing the love and devotion shining back at her. She felt a glimmer of hope, a belief that they would find a way to move forward together.

"Do you think we will have children one day?" Paige asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Jack smiled through his tears, a sense of peace settling over him. "I believe we will, Paige. I believe that one day, we will have a family of our own. And until then, we have each other."

They sat together in silence, finding comfort in each other's presence. They knew that their road ahead would be difficult, filled with challenges and obstacles. But as long as they had each other, they knew they could face anything that came their way.

May 17th,2024

The hospital room was filled with soft light as Paige cradled her newborn daughter, Lila Grace, in her arms. The baby was wrapped in a soft blanket, her tiny hands grasping at the air as she let out little coos and gurgles. Paige couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of her daughter, with her little blonde hairs and ocean blue eyes.

"She's perfect, Jack," Paige whispered, tears of joy streaming down her face.

Jack stood by Paige's side, his eyes filled with awe and wonder as he looked at his daughter. "She's more than perfect, Paige. She's a miracle."

Paige gently rocked Lila Grace, humming a lullaby as she marveled at the precious life they had created together. She couldn't believe that after everything they had been through, they were finally holding their daughter in their arms.

"I love you, Lila Grace," Paige whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the baby's forehead.

Jack wrapped his arm around Paige, pulling her close as they watched their daughter together. "She's going to be so loved, Paige. We're going to give her the world."

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