#in all honesty I never really left just been keeping an eye from a distance | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

f1byjessie · 1 month

Text

A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS ━━ LN4.

sometimes the right words are hard to come across, and sometimes everything you need to say can be captured in an image.

( lando norris x photographer!reader )

━━ part ten.

It all happens in a blur.

One moment Lando is hugging you. The firm press of his chest against yours, the grip of his calloused hand on your neck keeping your head tucked into him, and the pounding beat of his heart where your hands are trapped between the two of you. It’s such a familiar feeling— the warmth, safety, and comfort of it all. It’s like coming home.

And then the next moment he's jumping away from you like the touch of your skin against his has left him burned. Like he doesn’t trust himself not to cross the distance again if he stands a step too close—

“Erm,” he rubs at the back of his neck, and avoids your eyes as though the very thought of meeting them is appalling. There's an awkwardness about him that’s never existed before, even back when you were still far from ever calling one another friends. “Sorry. I should've asked first.”

“It's fine,” you answer. It is fine. It's been fine for years now.

You hadn’t been a particularly touchy person when you were younger— a byproduct of growing up in a family that never really cared much about or prioritized physical affection. You used to see other girls at school cling to one another in the halls, or link arms on the way home, or play with each other’s hair at lunch and it hadn’t bothered you that you didn’t have that same level of closeness with any of them, but it had confused you that friends could be so touchy-feely when your own parents seemed reluctant to spare even a pat on the shoulder.

Lando changed that.

Lando’s changed a lot of things, you’re realizing.

He grew up with three siblings and they bicker constantly, but they also have the easy closeness that you’ve always found so vastly different from your own friendships. They could be calling one another every name under the sun and then a few that you’re pretty sure they made up, and at the same time they’ll be clinging to one another like they can’t bear the thought of standing more than a meter away.

The first time Lando slung his arm over your shoulder, you’d nearly had a heart attack.

And then he just kept doing it.

By the time you realized that his hugging and draping and clinging had become a new norm for you, he was practically attached to your hip already and you didn't have the heart to question why he'd decided to bestow his physical affections upon you of all people.

“You don't have to apologize for stuff like that—”

“I know,” he interrupts. “I just—” he shrugs, still avoiding your eyes in favor of staring at a scuff on his shoe, “—didn't know if you still wanted me to.”

The reality is that a single explosive confession of your frustration and a hug doesn’t fix everything. It doesn’t fix anything, in all honesty. You’re still angry and upset and, quite frankly, hurt by what Lando had said and the way he’d treated you, but it feels like a step in the right direction.

“Garrett Ward,” Lando starts hesitantly, sparing you a fleeting glance at the mention of your fake boyfriend’s name, like he’s assessing your reaction, “blackmailed you into your relationship?”

You nod. A month ago, getting to talk about all of this was all you ever wanted and, in the heat of the moment, it had felt good to just blurt it all out and get it off your chest. The relief of someone else knowing— someone like Lando, who knows your ins and outs like he’s charted the map of your very being— isn’t erased now that you’ve had a moment to calm down, but it’s been overshadowed by a fluttery feeling of nervousness.

“He threatened to completely destroy my career,” you tell him again. “He said he’d make up a rumor about misconduct, and there’s enough people that would believe him. He has a very… devoted fanbase, as I’m sure you’re already aware.”

Lando’s drunken words return to you. Nobody in their right mind would soberly agree to be Garrett Ward’s girlfriend, and what does that say about you? Extenuating circumstances or not, if you were smarter like Lando said he thought you were, you probably would’ve been able to find a way out of it by now, or you would’ve been able to completely avoid getting tangled up in it entirely.

You think back to all the moments Jack had offered to unite the other City players who were supposedly more than willing to back up your claims that nothing unprofessional or inappropriate at all had happened while you were working at Etihad Campus and with the team.

At the time, the idea of actually standing up against him had scared you. You were too stubborn and proud to admit it, but Garrett Ward scared you— still scares you. His fans were still on their vitriolic rampage of hate, filling your comments and DMs with insults against your appearance, your career, and every other imaginable aspect of your being. You’d been forced to sort through death threats, wishes of harm, and instructions to kill yourself and the idea of it being in any way worse than it already was— the idea of exposing yourself to the judgement of so many others, others who would potentially side with a footballer they find mildly entertaining over a random girl whose only claim to fame is a few viral photographs for a motorsports team— had been overwhelming.

The night you sobbed in bed thinking about it all was the night you turned the comments off.

But, had you taken Jack up on his deal immediately, then maybe it would’ve been soon enough to also argue against anything else having “happened” in the time you’ve since spent alone with Garrett out and about on your scheduled excursions for the paparazzi.

Garrett Ward is a smart man, though he shows it so rarely in a capacity that’s actually beneficial to anyone or anything that doesn’t pertain to him. The threats he made on that night in early January about misconduct aren’t as fool-proof when you’d have a team of other players corroborating a completely different story to his. But there are other things he could say now that are harder to argue against without it all turning into a muddled he-said-she-said clusterfuck.

Being back around racing cars and their drivers has been a good distraction for a time, but you dread the day when he turns those new threats against you and asks for more than you’ve already agreed to give him for his scheme.

Lando winces, probably also remembering his words, or at the very least whatever recount Daniel gave him if he was too drunk to remember it all clearly.

“Can’t you dispute his claim?” He finally looks at you again. “Does he even have any evidence?”

You frown, “It’d be his word against mine, unless he doctored evidence to use against me. But it’s not as simple as just saying he’s lying. He’s an athlete, you know how much sway someone like Garrett has. Even if he can’t prove anything, the hit to my reputation would be enough to ensure I’m never able to find a photography gig again, let alone another in the sports industry.”

You imagine that no matter what you do now, your at Garrett’s whim and have no choice but to adhere to the schedule he wants to follow.

You tell Lando as much. “I just have to wait it out.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s a PR thing,” you say with a shrug. It’s your turn to look away now, awkwardly tracing the cracks in the pavement beneath your shoes. “He’s only with me to prove he can hold down a steady relationship and fix his reputation. He’ll end it eventually.”

You’re still pretending to be enraptured with an odd spot on the ground, so you hear more than see Lando take a break, like he’s preparing to speak again—

“Session’s resuming in ten, Lando,” comes another voice instead.

Oscar has the decency to look a bit regretful at interrupting the two of you, probably because it’s the first time in weeks that you’ve both tolerated being so physically close and he’s tired of the angst and tension that permeates when you’re both confined to the same general location as one another. Either of you could’ve just as easily taken to standing as far away from each other as you could, and though it would’ve been awkward, it wouldn’t have been very hard to pass the time in total silence. Oscar’s probably just glad you both can at least still hold a civil conversation without wanting to tear each other apart, which makes you wonder whether the earlier shouting had actually managed to go unnoticed beneath the busy sounds of the garage.

Lando nods. He spares you one final glance, that you meet for a fleeting second, before he disappears through the door.

Oscar lingers. He’s watching you with those all-knowing eyes of his.

“What?” You ask.

He shrugs, but his stare is expectant.

“I told him,” you say in place of his continued silence. “About the whole Garrett situation.”

“And?”

You grind the toe of your shoe against the pavement, stalling. Oscar isn’t scheduled to drive until the afternoon session, which means he doesn’t have anywhere to be, but a part of you wonders if you could bore him enough with your own silence that it would make him wander off back to the garage in search of something to do.

Except this is Oscar you’re talking about it, and he could probably exist in total silence with someone for days if he really wanted to—probably wouldn’t even need to try.

You bite the bullet and lower yourself down to the ground, beckoning for him to do the same beside you with a wave of your hand.

“I’m realizing that I don’t actually know how to read him as well as I thought I did,” you admit when he joins you. “He was my best friend— is still my best friend, and I thought I knew everything about him, but now I feel like I never really knew him at all.”

Oscar hums, “I think you do know Lando, better than a lot of other people can say. You’re just realizing that he’s good at hiding things when he wants to. Just think about it, he’s never had a reason to hide anything from you, so of course it would be easy to read him when he’s always letting you. He’s practically an open book for you, Y/N.”

“So I fucked up our friendship by holding him accountable for his actions and now he’s never going to be open with me ever again.” You run a hand through your hair and let your fingers tangle in the wind-strewn strands, letting the sparks of pain keep you from spiralling at the thought of having ruined the most important relationship you’ve ever had.

Oscar snorts, “That’s not at all what I was going to say.”

“Yeah, well—” you elbow him teasingly in the ribs, “—you’re a freak of nature, so forgive me for not understanding how your freakish brain works either.”

“What I was going to say, is that it’s a setback at worst. You keep talking about it like having an argument isn’t completely normal behavior for friends. Me and Logan used to fight a lot, back in our Prema days especially. But you’d never be able to guess it by looking at us now. I mean, my parents keep a picture of him on our family fridge, so…” Oscar stifles a laugh when you lift an questioning eyebrow at him.

“My point is,” he continues, “just keep talking with him. Give it time, and things will get better again. But if you want my honest opinion, I think Lando’s just realized that he overstepped and did something to hurt you, and because he doesn’t want to do it again, he’s trying to make himself smaller, in a way, to minimize the chances. My guess is that he kept his distance as a way of trying not to impede.”

You lean your head back until it thunks against the wall and you’re staring up at the overhang above you and the slivers of blue sky peeking through the slats. “‘Impede,’” you repeat as you do so. “There’s nothing for him to even impede on.”

Oscar makes another sound. “Just because he knows the reality of the situation between you and Ward now doesn’t mean he didn’t spend nearly two months believing otherwise.”

Which— he makes a good point. It’s a really good point, actually, but you don’t like what it does to the butterflies in your stomach. They always used to appear back when you still humored the idea of a blossoming romance being somehow possible between yourself and Lando. Their reemergence isn’t as pleasant as you fantasized about it one day being, so you shove the feeling back down and bury it deep, and Oscar lets you both sit in companionable silence until he’s called back to duty by his race engineer.

The rest of the day goes easily enough.

Lando finishes his allotted time without anymore issues much to the relief of everyone in the garage. When he hops out of the car with a big grin stretched across his face, there’s a collective sigh of relief given by the engineers and mechanics alike.

You note that, despite the cheerful smile, there’s still the underlying exhaustion that seems to be dragging him down. The dark circles are hidden only slightly better when his eyes are squinted with the force of his grin, and the sickly palor of his skin has only been covered temporarily by the red flush of his cheeks brought on by the combined heat of the car and Bahrain’s midday sun. Despite the energy he exudes, bouncing around as he debriefs with his race engineer, his shoulders are sagging beneath the weight of an invisible force that worries you.

You’d be a liar if you said you weren’t still frustrated. Lando knows the gist of the situation. There’s a lot of finer points that he’d need to be filled in on if you wanted to talk about it with him in the same way that you discuss it with Jack, but he at least knows the story. Even still, he hasn’t apologized for his part in any of it— for the pain and distress he caused you when ignoring your calls and texts, for the hurt and shame he made you feel when he tore you apart in his drunken rant.

There is so much you still want to say to him, so many mean things you want to bring up from your worst days hiding in the bathroom at work or your loneliest nights curled up in your flat.

You imagine you’ll have your chance to get it all out there eventually, but as vindicating as it would be to scream and rage and throw the tantrum you believe you are justified to have, you imagine it would feel so much nicer to go back to how things were.

There will be more confrontations and you know that it will have get worse again before it gets better, but in the meantime you can take the win for what it is and celebrate that it’s still something.

And right now, Lando needs you as a friend as much as you need him.

It’s easier said than done, however.

You aren’t avoiding him, exactly, but he’s busy. In the past, you’d make yourself comfortable in whatever space he’s occupying and wait for him to get done, but you’re currently trying to maintain a bit of distance for both of your sake. There isn’t any lingering spite or desire to be away from him— there’s never been a desire to be away from him, if you’re being honest with yourself— but you’ve been able to come to terms with the fact that you really just want to hug him again and keep hugging him, and that might become a problem if you’re not careful. You can’t afford to just rush back into things.

Because the thing this, you might be stubborn and set in your ways, but you know that Lando is such a key part of your life and has been for so long— like a drug that you can’t live without, or rather don’t want to live without— that if given the opportunity to do so, you might unknowingly let everything go and dive head first into your revived friendship too fast just for the small chance of experiencing that normalcy again.

So you keep your distance. You stick on one side of the garage and Lando, after showering and changing out of his fireproofs, is kept on the other with debriefs and technical talk. He glances over a few times and meets your eyes, offers tentatives smiles that seem so much more tame and reluctant than his usual upbeat self, and hovers at the imaginary line separating your side from his, but before he’s ever able to cross over there’s someone else pulling him away to discuss one thing or another.

It’s as you’re making your way to the shuttle from the circuit to the hotel that you finally get your opportunity. Lando’s voice calls your name and stops you in your tracks.

Though Oscar had driven for the remainder of the day, and there wasn’t much else to worry about on or off the track, he looks even more exhausted in the darkness of the night, with the shadows cast by the streetlamps darkening the bags beneath his eyes and further accentuating his paleness.

He catches up to you quickly, a hesitant smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Um,” he nervously stutters out, “I know there’s still a lot that we need to talk about and things aren’t completely fine between us yet— and that’s fine,” he hurries to add on, “you deserve to be mad at me. I just—” he cuts himself off and casts his gaze downward to watch his fluttering fingers pick at an already bloodied hangnail. “I’m sorry. You deserve a better apology and I’ll give you one when we’re not stood in a dark carpark, but for now I’m sorry for everything. Most importantly, I’m sorry for making you feel like I didn’t value you as… as a friend.”

He falls quiet, still staring down at the mess he’s made of his cuticle. You gawk at him for a moment in surprise.

“Um,” he starts again when you don’t say anything, shifting restlessly on his feet like he’s contemplating whether to stand his ground or dash off. He glances up at you shyly, and you never thought you’d ever really describe Lando with the word shy, but there’s no other way to refer to the soft look he spares you before quickly diverting his eyes back to his hangnail. “I was wondering, would you wanna come crash at my hotel room and watch stupid TV with me? I can order us cheap wine off the room service menu, or something.”

You recognize the olive branch for what it is.

Lando’s never been the greatest with his words, he’s always excelled at replacing what can be said with what can be done instead, and this is his way of asking to make it up to you— of asking to be let in to at least prove to you that he’s serious.

You take in his downtrodden appearance however, and realize that maybe it’s also his way of asking you not to leave him alone anymore. You remind yourself of your earlier observation: Lando needs a friend as much as you do.

You nudge him with your shoulder after a moment, causing him to lift his gaze once more and meet your eyes again.

“I’d love to,” you answer, offering him a gentle smile back.

━━ tags: @maih23 @urfavnoirette @leclercsluv @f1luvur @formulaal @a-disturbing-self-reflection @starlightpierre @chezmardybum @marshmummy @405rry @sideboobrry11 @d3kstar @mcmuppet @happylittlereader @casperlikej @5starl1ght @bellezaycafe @whentheautumnleavesfall @mess-is-my-aesthetic @ssprayberrythings @landosgirlxoxo @lifelessfan @81ja @wcnorris @a-disturbing-self-reflection (CLOSED).

━━ a/n: this story has reached a frightening word count that i never imagined it reaching (28k), if i'm being honest, but the more the merrier right? my sincerest apologies for taking so long to get this up, though. i've been a bit ill as of late, which has just completely zapped my energy to do anything that isn't rot in bed all day. i'm feeling better, hence finally getting around to finishing the last home stretch of this part, but i feel bad for how long it took me and i'm hoping the next part won't take me as long as this one did.

#formula 1 #formula one #f1 #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula one x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #social media au #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #ln4 #oscar piastri

299 notes · View notes

vanwritesfan-fiction · 4 months

Note

Jack Harlow : “You can’t fall in love with me. It won’t benefit either of us.”

"Y/N, will you please slow down?" Jack was tripping over his feet trying to catch up with you, just out of reach, as you tried to walk back to your car. "Y/N, just let me explain." He almost collided with you as you came to a halt on the sidewalk, quickly turning on your heels to face him.

At first, you wanted to conceal your tears from him, that's why you left the party as soon as you saw him all over some other girl, but now, you just wanted him to see how much he hurt you.

"Listen, what you saw in there, it was nothing, okay?" Jack winced. You were already crying, tacking on another lie was only going to make this harder.

"Do you love me?"

Up until this point, you thought you knew the answer. It was supposed to be evident in the way he made you feel, and Jack made you feel more loved than anyone else you had ever been with, but you needed to hear the words. You needed him to commit to you in front of the world, or you would spend the rest of your life wondering.

Jack shook his head, his gaze dropping to the ground.

"I don't know."

His answer felt like a shot to the chest. "Wow, okay. So that's a no." You wiped a stray tear from your cheek. Honesty was supposed to bring you a sense of peace, but you just wished that he had lied to you one more time. "Baby, listen, I just don't want to jump into anything until I'm sure-"

You cut him off, tired of his excuses. "Why do you keep doing this, Jack? We have a good thing here. I keep choosing you, and you keep making a fool out of me." Jack swallowed, feeling a pain in his chest. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing seemed good enough.

"I'm not asking you to move in with me. I'm not asking you to propose, just to love me. Why is that so hard for you?" Here you were again, begging for something that he either wanted to give you, or he didn't. How many times were you going to let him do this to you?

You felt in your gut it was going to be at least once more. "I love you, Jack."

"Stop. Just stop it. You can’t fall in love with me. It won’t benefit either of us." Jack raked a hand through his curls, letting out a sharp breath.

"Why? All the times we've been together, all you've talked about is how much you want to be loved, how lonely you are, and I'm right here. I'm offering you everything you've ever wanted, and you just can't commit to me."

You gasped, realizing you were starting to feel lightheaded. "Why can't you choose me?"

You watched as the life drained from Jack's eyes momentarily. Everyone always thought he was single because that's just where life took him, but it was by design. You couldn't break something you never got a chance to hold in the first place.

Frustration was quickly turning to anger. Not directed at you, but at himself. "Because. Because, it always ends the same way. You'll get tired of everything. The life, the distance, my career. One day its all gonna be too much, and you'll want out. I just don't want you to resent me, one day. I don't want to hurt you."

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. For the first time you were feeling how cold you were, your breath clouding the air in front of you.

"You think your this good guy, Jack. That you're doing me a favor and protecting me from heartache, but you have hurt me more already than you ever thought you could." There was your moment of peace, of clarity, the thing you'd been chasing for months. You thought it was going to come with a declaration of love, but you would have to settle for what you got.

"Y/N, I really am sorry."

"Yeah, save it." You waved him off, turning to walk away. This time Jack didn't try to chase you.

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackharlow #jackman harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic

104 notes · View notes

arteastica · 8 months

Text

early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon. (7)

erwin x fem!reader

chapters: (1) | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (8) | (9) | (10) | (11) | (12) | (13) | (14) | (15) | (16) | (17) | (18) | (19) | (20) | (21) | (22) | (23) | (24) | (25) | (26)

summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)

notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?

content warnings: smut where it fits (or where I make it fit. Also, reader is NOT underage, so likewise, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please.) slow burn (I really mean it. I’m not olympic diving into any form of smut for the first chapters.) no angst. I dislike angst. I would never. I could never. (Although angst can be somewhat subjective so take it with a grain of salt?)

wc: 2.8k

You weren’t exactly sure why, but the sight of someone analyzing financial records in the middle of a late-summer afternoon was, all of a sudden, so interesting to you. Long, experienced fingers tapping on the desk, rolled-up sleeves revealing a pair of well-muscled forearms that were generously sprinkled with light brown hair, tense neck muscles occasionally drawing a circle in the air, and jungle-dense eyebrows temporarily locked in a slight frown. He had been sitting there since noon, hadn’t even paused for lunch. It seemed like he didn’t have eyes for anything or anyone else but that paper in front of him. And that annoyed you a little.

So much could have been said about his superhuman ability to focus or his equally remarkable jawline, but he looked up to stretch his neck and saw you. And you figured it was already too late to start pretending you had been busy with something other than staring, even though your ears felt impossibly hot and suggested otherwise. If he thought it was weird that his assistant had been creepily staring at him while he worked, he must have been too polite to tell you, because instead, he smiled softly.

“I will be done soon. Then we can go over the winter budget, as well as anything else you might need for the coming days.”

“When will you be back?” You really wanted to know, but as soon as the question left your mouth, you wished you had sounded more like an assistant and less like a wife.

“I should be back by Monday. Sorry to leave you alone with all of this.” He looked at the papers on his desk.

It’s not like you were taking his place, you were just going to keep his paperwork from piling up and make sure a demoralizing list of unfinished tasks wouldn’t be waiting for him when he returned. You didn’t know what he was off to, though, just that he would be going to Sina, and that he was taking Armin, Mikasa, and a few other soldiers with him. Given that those two were on the list, you wondered if this sudden excursion to the capital had something to do with Eren. Most likely. More like you wanted to think so. Because that, at least, would provide some much needed context.

In all honesty, you were a little hurt he hadn’t taken you with him, and that he was taking some of your former classmates instead. You had gotten so used to being on the receiving end of his polite requests and recurrent demands, that it was a little hard to accept the fact that he would be just fine without you. You had forgotten that, in fact, he had been just fine without you for the vast majority of his time as commander.

But on the other hand, a small part of you was actually grateful that he was leaving. Distance sounded like something that both you and your busy head could benefit from. It just felt like it would.

“It’s fine. When you come back, you’ll find everything exactly as you left it.” You smiled back, trying to reassure both him and yourself that you could handle his absence.

The moon had long claimed her spot in the sky when you were finally able to slip under the covers. One good thing about living in a big castle was that everyone got their own room. There weren’t many scouts to begin with, barely three hundred if you weren’t mistaken, and a lot of them weren’t even positioned in the headquarters. And it was after stressful and unnecessarily long days like this one, that you were particularly glad you had a room for yourself.

Your job wasn’t the problem. Yes, it was true that you were busier now that all of the commander’s paperwork went directly to you, and that his absence had unfortunately coincided with the beginning of the winter stockpiling process, which by the way, was proving to be significantly more challenging than you expected, given the limited resources available. But none of that was the problem. The problem was everything else.

It was the fact that Sasha, Reiner, Krista, Connie and the others had all been sent to another camp so they could be monitored by Squad Leader Miche, and that you didn’t know what they would need monitoring for, in the first place.

It was the fact that whoever was inside the female titan hadn’t been caught yet, and the possibility that there could be a spy living under the same roof as you.

It was the fact that it had been three nights since they had left for the capital, and you hadn’t heard from them at all.

It was the fact that every time you looked at his chair, it was still empty. And most importantly, the fact this made your heart weigh like a rock.

So, when your hand reached between your legs, you were certainly glad you had a room completely for yourself. Your fingers were always helpful on nights when you needed to decompress. So you tilted your head back, closed your eyes, and welcomed them in. But this time, when you felt their delicate touch caressing you through the fabric, you pictured fingers that didn’t belong to you. When they impatiently slipped under the cotton, you saw a smile that didn’t come from your lips. When they delightfully played with your clit and your breath quickened, you saw a face that had become as familiar as your reflection, but that looked nothing like yours. When they stretched you out exquisitely and your mouth opened wide to let out a silent moan, you heard a voice that didn’t sound like yours. And when they entered you repeatedly and you rolled your hips to match their delicious pace, you wanted to moan one name in particular. His name.

But you knew once his name left your lips, there would be no coming back. How were you supposed to look at him again after that? And most importantly, how were you supposed to keep fooling yourself after that?

Shameless. The way you practically ran down the stairs the moment you saw the convoy in the distance. Outrageous. The way your body forgot what a normal heart rate was supposed to be like the moment you caught sight of him. Completely unacceptable. The way your brain spent all that will power trying to stop you from throwing yourself into his arms, some part of you clearly struggling to understand that one is not supposed to hug one’s boss, no matter how long they had been gone for, or how good they smelled. And, most of all, extremely concerning. How the familiar sight of him sitting at his desk had been enough to melt your stress away, even though the winter stockpiling and the other problems you had been worrying about for the last few days were nothing but solved.

Except for one. The identity of the female titan had been revealed. Turns out that had been the sole purpose of their visit to Sina. You had never been particularly close with Annie, not that she was close with anyone for that matter, but still. To think that you had shared a room with her for three whole years sent chills down your spine. So you tried to avoid thinking about it.

And although the alleged spy living among you hadn’t been identified yet, catching the Female had been a complete morale booster for everyone at the headquarters, and as a result, the ale-induced singing was back in full swing, much to the dismay of your ears. You were certain that the ale rations wouldn’t last long. At that rate, they would have no booze left to warm them up during the cold months. And you had voiced these concerns to the commander. But he had just smiled reassuringly, as it was very much in character for him, and told you to let them have it.

“Occasions to celebrate are rare in this day and age, which reminds me,” he pulled a small tin box out of a drawer “I got you something.”

For me? Strange. You couldn’t remember having butterflies for lunch. But you tried to ignore them, and instead focused your efforts on helping your trembling fingers open the box.

And as soon as you saw what was inside, your eyes hurried to find him. Your mind suddenly flooded with memories that you realized were so distant now.

“But, commander, this costs an arm and a leg.” Your voice did nothing to contain the childlike joy you were experiencing. Figs were scarce, especially the ones that grew in the equally limited plots of land inside wall Sina. And this, the dried variety, was your favorite. It was not something people would indulge in often, however.

“Don’t worry about it. You told me it's been months since you last went home. Figured you must miss it.”

And there it was again. That excited flutter in your belly, as well as that problematic urge to jump into his arms. But you settled for an enthusiastic nod instead.

“Fig season, it was the time my father dreaded the most. I always came home from school with my bag full of fruit.” You reminisced aloud, longing present in every word. “It would always end up the same: my father complaining about me not understanding the value of money, all while munching on a fig himself.” You chuckled, and realized you actually wouldn’t mind getting scolded again. “But once he was done lecturing me, I would go to my room, lay them on the balcony, and wait for days. The scolding was agonizing but not as much as having to wait for the fruit to dry. I have never liked fresh figs that much really.” Your eyes drifted back to him just as you were about to start elaborating on the reason for that. “I’m sorry, you must have better things to do. But can I ask one last question?”

He nodded reassuringly, and you went ahead.

“How did you get them? I mean, didn’t Stohess get pretty damaged by Ann- the female titan?”

“I got them before that happened. As well as this.” He handed you a letter. The pretentious golden wax sealing it had already been broken, and upon closer inspection, you realized it was an invitation.

“A ball?” You asked him, voice thick with incredulity. Not only the city had been destroyed, but lots of lives had been lost during Eren and Annie’s clash. “Isn’t it a little… insensitive? I mean, holding an event like this, after what happened?”

“It is. Hange said the same thing. Everyone would rather not go, but we figured this will be a good opportunity to rub shoulders with potential contributors. I’m guessing what happened in Stohess wasn’t much of an issue for the organizers, since the event won’t be taking place there anyway.”

You eyed the invitation again. Mitras. In fact, it was not far from your house.

“You are from the capital, right? I was thinking you could take advantage of the opportunity and get to see your family.” A very pleasant warmth spread through your chest at the idea. You actually missed home quite a bit. “But you don’t have to attend if you don’t want to, so don’t feel pressured. Just think about it. Levi wished he had a choice.”

You couldn’t help letting out a chuckle. Dancing did sound very out of character for Captain Levi.

You eyed the small tin box on your desk, which was now missing more than half of its original content. You had already decided you were going to keep it even after the figs were all gone. It’s not like you were starting a collection or anything, but you enjoyed looking at the box. Something about it sent a tingling warmth down your limbs, and it happened to be the same kind of warmth you felt when staring at him. With the box, however, you didn’t risk getting caught. And that was a considerable advantage.

With that said, he seemed to be very busy now and, as far as you knew, a little staring never killed anyone. Good gracious. For someone reading a fat, dusty book about boring royal history, he was way too entertaining for the eyes. You liked observing him because, no matter how much you did it, there was always something new to look at, to notice, to tell your journal about. You had been wondering for a while, about his hair. It was always perfectly groomed, neatly parted on the left side. In fact, it was so obedient that you had never seen him tucking it behind his ear. He seemed to take such good care of it. No. Actually, not only his hair. Every aspect of his appearance was always so well-cared for.

It was a mystery, how someone with that many daily demands managed to keep a clean shave, impeccable hair, and smell that good at all times. You found the thought of him, taking a few minutes every morning to stand in front of a mirror and take care of himself, oddly comforting. It was nice to know there were at least small moments of normalcy in the life of the 13th Commander of the Survey Corps. You couldn’t stop yourself from wondering, however, how would his hair look disheveled and sticking to his sweaty forehead, and that tingling sensation in your lower stomach reminded you that it was probably time to look away.

So your eyes reluctantly traveled to the other side of the room, where they landed on the old chess board he kept by the fireplace. But even there, the question remained the same: When does he even play? Maybe sometimes, on very rare nights when there were no reports to write and no strategies to plan, he poured himself a glass of wine and sat by the fireplace to indulge in a rightfully deserved game of chess. But whether that happened or not, you realized it would, most likely, always remain a mystery to you. And you found yourself wishing your presence in his office wasn’t limited to official hours.

“It was my father’s.” The sound of his voice drew you away from your discontentment. “He said playing helped him think straight. More rationally.” He paused for a moment and then looked at you. “And less impulsively.” His eyes were all those glacial colors, but you swore sometimes they could burn so much.

“There’s nothing wrong with impulsive thoughts.” You held his gaze firmly as you spoke. “As long as we don’t act on them.”

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards. “Do you play?”

You shook your head lightly. “I never learned.” Which was weird, given the fact that chess was extremely popular back in Mitras and almost everyone played, even your parents. Whether they enjoyed it or not didn’t really matter, that was besides the point, because in the capital, chess wasn’t really played for entertainment purposes. “My mother tried to teach me when I was little. She insists it’s an important life skill. The game is somewhat of a status symbol where I live.”

He nodded in understanding. “The only thing my predecessor asked before appointing me was ‘are you good at chess?’ In the capital, the game is used as a tool to assess people and their value. If you perform well, they will believe everything you say, they will finance any project you propose, irrespective of the cost. But if your game is weak,”

“They won’t even listen to what you have to say.” You finished the thought. Despite having never seen him play, you were certain a man like him never struggled to be taken seriously. “How long have you been playing?”

“Since I was old enough to learn.”

“You must be very passionate.” You didn’t intend that sentence to come out in something similar to a whisper, but honestly you didn’t mind. And, if the way his lips curved was anything to go by, he didn’t seem to either.

“Or addicted. When sleep evades me, I play. When I need a fresh perspective, I play.” His demeanor slowly matured into something less playful as he spoke. “When I can’t make sense of what I’m feeling, I play.”

“And when you’re having impulsive thoughts?” You held his gaze boldly, even though it had never felt that heavy before. “Do you also play then?”

“Sometimes. There are some thoughts, however, that I don’t mind having.” His eyes bore into yours as the words left his mouth. “I’m starting to think I like them.”

next chapter

taglist: @elnyrae @angelaevangelion @depitaangeline @ynackerman9499 @afatalheat @pumpkin-toffee

121 notes · View notes

kisshwa · 1 year

Note

How long does it take for Hongjoong to fall for someone??? A long time friend or a spark when he meets someone new??? How does he confess??? In my feels!!

long time friend

if you’re someone hongjoong has known for quite some time, it honestly might take a little for him to realize you mean more to him than just a friend. for so long, you were the person he relied on for their (often, brutal) honesty, the one he turned to in time of need or comfort, and the friend he so desperately didn’t want to lose. he’d keep this revelation to himself until it became unbearable and he was forced to confess before he absolutely lost his mind.

confessing was sort of a spur of the moment type thing. he was sprawled out on your bed, head turned to the side and sulking as he watched you get ready for a dinner date. his multiple, failed attempts at getting you to cancel on this person left him with high anxiety. what if the date went super well? what if you ended up really liking them? what if you entered a serious relationship and decided to run off, get married, and have a family? what if he never got to be that person for you?

“y/n, please don’t go.” he’d sit on the edge of the bed, looking up at you with pitiful eyes. “there’s something i’ve been wanting to tell you and it has to be right now.”

someone new

hongjoong feels emotions deeply. it’s just a matter of whether or not he’ll accept them right away. when he saw you at a local film developing shop, he had never believed in love at first sight until then. there was something about the way you carried yourself and spoke with such genuine kindness that pulled him in. he’d admire from a distance for a while before managing to stop you on your way out.

you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t also noticed hongjoong right away and felt intrigued. the two of you talked over the phone for a good while before meeting for a proper date. that date turned into a second, then a third, and so on. all casual but still meaningful. you had learned a lot about each other in such a short amount of time; one of those being that he was super into music.

being as smitten for you as he was, his confession was beyond cheesy yet so precious. one night, while the two of you were sitting at the kitchen table doing your own little things, an unfamiliar song began to play. you were too engrossed in your own work to pay close enough attention until the lyrics started to sound oddly specific. then it took you a second to recognize the voice. it was hongjoong’s. the song was for you.

“would you believe me if i said i’ve been working on this since the day i met you?”

165 notes · View notes

and-claudia · 1 year

Text

His Heir pt. 14 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

Masterlist Here

Taaglist Here

Warnings: Qi'ra (that bitch gets a warning, y'all know this), discussion of pregnancy, let me know if I missed anything

Word count: 1589

As we left the medical unit, Maul had his hands clasped behind his back and he seemed a bit stiff, almost like something was bothering him.

"Maul, are you alright?" I asked nervously, "Please tell me you're not having second thoughts. Kinda late for that."

Darth Maul PoV

Her question stopped me dead in my tracks. I gently grabbed her arm and turned her to me before holding her there to look her in the eyes.

"Oh, no never. I'd never second-guess this... I'm just realizing that there is so much we need to discuss... would you like to come to my quarters for the day?"

I really just wanted any excuse to keep her around.

"You know I'd never turn down a day with you." She smiled sweetly up at me.

I offered her my arm and she gladly took it, tucking herself to my side, where she was meant to be.

We walked towards my quarters and had almost made it there completely without running into anyone. But of course, as we were rounding our last corner, Qi'ra was there. I felt Yn pull away from where she had been a bit too close to me, but I laid my hand on hers that was holding onto my upper arm. The gesture told her that she was fine where she was, no need to pull away.

Reader's PoV

I knew me being tucked up to Maul would piss Qi'ra off, but I also knew the importance of maintaining professionalism. So I was surprised when Maul was silently telling me not to pull away. Not that I was complaining. I needed to tell him soon... I just didn't want him to think it was a hormonal thing.

"Lord Maul." She said, bowing her head slightly before looking to me, "Ah, Lady Yn, I almost forgot about you."

The fake smile she wore was almost laughable.

"Oh did you now?" I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

"I wasn't sure if I'd see you around. In all honesty, I thought you were still away after seeing Maul take you off the meeting lists for the week." She said.

I looked up at Maul confused.

"Yes, that's because Lady Yn is unwell. She seems to have picked up a bug while she was away. I'm giving her the week to recover." Maul explained.

Qi'ra's eyes went wide and she took a step back.

"Shouldn't she be like quarantined or something?"

"I'm not contagious. We just returned from the medical unit. It's just a bug." I said.

Maul nodded, adding my believability to our cover-up story.

"Actually, Lady Qi'ra, I'll be taking part of the week off as well, and working from my quarters in order to take care of Lady Yn. Will you be able to manage on your own?" Maul asked.

"Of course, Lord Maul. I mean not to be immodest but I think I did quite well these past five weeks with all the extra duties you gave me." She was now wearing a smug smile.

"You did alright." Maul corrected, "If you'll excuse us." He said.

We began walking again and went right past her.

"Damn I didn't miss her one bit." I said quietly once we were a decent distance away from her.

Maul laughed.

"I thought the two of you were best friends." He teased.

"Don't you ever joke like that again." I playfully warned him.

We entered his quarters and I instinctively went to sit on the couch. I glanced around at everything around me and took a deep breath in through my nose as my eyes closed contently. I missed being here.

"I'm really glad to be back." I said quietly.

"I'm glad you're back." Maul said with a smile.

"So, you said you wanted to discuss some more things?" I asked, turning to face him on the couch.

"Yes, and I'd hate to treat this as a meeting but with the amount of information I want to cover with you I feel like it may be the best option." Maul said with a sigh.

"I don't mind, really. It'll bring some familiarity to an unfamiliar situation." I smiled at him to give him more reassurance.

"Okay, then should we begin?" He asked.

I nodded and he took a seat on the opposite side of the couch.

"For starters, I want to say this; I will not lie to you, Yn, this pregnancy will be difficult."

I nodded.

"I know we've discussed it some, and in hindsight, we should've discussed it more. So, if after what I tell you now, you no longer feel comfortable continuing the pregnancy-"

"Maul, I want this baby, nothing you can tell me now will change that." I cut him off.

"But if it does... you have every right and my full support to end it. As I've said you are my priority."

He took a deep breath before continuing.

"One of my bigger concerns is fatigue. You are human, and while this baby will be part human, it's also going to be part Zabrak, which will affect your pregnancy. I don't mean this in a negative way, but you were not meant to carry a nonhuman child. That doesn't mean you can't, it's just not what your body was meant to do. Your body is trying to make something completely foreign, so it's going to take a toll on you. It may also send your hormones into overdrive and amplify some of the more common pregnancy symptoms." He explained.

"Oh so extra morning sickness?" I joked halfheartedly.

"Unfortunately that's a likely possibility. If you're ever late to a meeting or have to excuse yourself because of that, I would never hold it against you."

I nodded again, "Okay, just don't let me use being pregnant as an excuse for things. And don't give me special treatments."

It was now Maul's turn to nod, "I'll do my best."

"I also want to work for as long as I can. I literally live and work in the same compound. I sit at a desk mostly. There's no point in me stopping work before they are born unless I need to for medical reasons." I said.

"I will agree to that as long as you promise to not overwork yourself. Deal?"

I smiled and nodded, "Deal."

"Do you have any questions or anything you want to clear up about anything?" He asked.

Immediately I thought about asking him what our relationship was going to look like now. But I knew better. That would make the whole pregnancy extremely awkward, and I wasn't about to do that. So instead I decided to ask the question that had been on my mind since this whole idea was proposed to me.

"Do you know what they'll look like?" I asked, genuinely curious.

I didn't care if they took after me, him, or a combination of the two.

"Unfortunately, there's no way to tell. Since my lineage is not certain, it's even more difficult to know for sure. It's also possible they won't even Zabrak traits when it comes to their skin, they could take completely after you."

I nodded as he spoke, then my eyes went wide.

"Please tell me they aren't born with horns..."

Maul laughed slightly, shaking his head.

"No, they are not. Those will come in as they mature... which reminds me before they're born I want to start showing you how to file them so we can both help them later on."

"You file them?" I asked curiously.

He nodded.

"I mean it makes sense, just not something I really ever thought of."

A short moment of silence fell between us before I spoke up again.

"Are they going to have two hearts as well?"

"Yes, on that they will take after me."

"Does that affect their development or anything?"

"It won't hinder anything, but it does affect their development some... not going to lie I was hoping one of the medical droids would be able to bring this up first... you may begin to show quicker than you would if the child was completely human. In order for both hearts to form and function properly the baby must grow a little faster than a human would in the womb..." he trailed off, knowing that I was catching on to what he was trying to get at.

"Maul, if they grow 'slightly faster' does that mean they're going to be bigger than a human baby?" I asked.

"Slightly." He said hesitantly.

"How big is slightly bigger?"

"Zabraks newborns average between 7 and 10 pounds."

My jaw dropped.

"Ten!? Ten pounds, Maul!? That's..." I looked down at my stomach, "there better only be one of you in there."

Maul laughed at my reaction.

"That's the higher end of the average, dear. It doesn't mean they'll be ten pounds." He said.

"Yeah, they could be above average..." I said with wide eyes.

"At least you won't have to deliver them naturally." He reminded me.

"I still have to carry them... you know, depending on how big they are towards the end, I may reconsider the whole working until they're born thing." I was only partly joking.

Maul nodded and laughed along with me.

This was going to be a wild slightly daunting experience, I knew that, but with Maul by my side, I knew everything would be okay. He wasn't going anywhere and would be there for every step. And once it was over, we'd have a baby, a family.

Taglist:

@fan-g0rl@mxkyrie@onceuponanightmareisawme@lothiriel9@wordsfromshona@kgbtardis@wondermia69@mh073099@ktrivia

@fifithexeno@perseny @justalittletomato

@pomiotszatana@ameliachastain@lune-de-miel-au-paradis@its-me-meg@kbarnes-2001@bluusugar@happyheartsss

@clairebear1621@rljart

#darth maul imagine #darth maul #darth maul x reader #darth maul fanfic #darth maul x fem! reader #darth maul x pregnant reader #darth maul x reader smut #darth maul smut #daddy maul

105 notes · View notes

nynelivesix · 2 months

Text

SEVERANCE

Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

CW! So much fluff and a bit of foul language

CHAPTER ONE <-<-

Chapter Two ~ Just a bit of Joy

"Hey get outta my way fat ass, I want to see", a harsh voice whispered, their eyes peering through the door left ajar.

"Quit pushing!", another voice hissed through gritted teeth.

"You're being too loud", a third voice hushed.

The three managed to get into a precarious position to all look through the door. Inside was a large, broad-shouldered man sitting cross-legged at the far end of the room; he was surrounded by plushies ranging from cute to hard to look at. In front of him stood a girl, fists clenched by her sides, her feet firmly planted shoulder-width apart. Gojo stood away in the shadows.

"Why are you here (y/n)?" the man's booming voice carried over the hall.

"I chose to come here, sir."

You weren't certain what answer he wanted so you figured being direct was the best option. You knew you liked honesty and figured maybe other people would like it too.

"And why would you choose that?"

You sensed that maybe he wanted an answer that gave a bit more of an insight into you as a person.

"I haven't really had the opportunity to make a choice before. I've always been told what and how to do everything. I'd like to be able to keep making choices like that, important ones. Today, I got to live just for a short moment the way I wanted to, and even if it is selfish, I'd like to keep doing that, sir."

Yaga huffed, "You're right. That is selfish, so if you were the last person on earth you'd be okay as long as you chose that?"

"Well I'd have made decisions that would have seen me end up there, and I'd never choose that. I exist to protect sorcerers, but I think I'd like to protect the people that I want, whether they need it or not."

Yaga paused and thought about your answer for a moment, his hand hovering over a doll beside him. He returned his hand to his lap.

"Gojo, show her to the dorms."

Gojo popped a sweet into his mouth, shoving the wrapper into his pocket, "Awww whaaat no fight?"

"No! No fight! Now do as you're told", Yaga pointed out towards the doors frustratedly.

"Fineeeee, c'mon (y/n) lets go", Gojo slunk away towards the door.

You heard shuffling and thumping from outside fade away into the distance. You looked around outside but were quickly distracted by the snowy-haired man in front of you beckoning you forward. The wooden pathways creaked beneath you, well maintained but still showing their age. You entered another building across the courtyard. Continuing down the hall, Gojo whistled cheerfully. As much as you were certain of his strength, you couldn't help but acknowledge just how childish and strange he was. You were disrupted by the sound of wood sliding on wood as Gojo pulled the door to the side, revealing a simple bedroom, your bag sat neatly against the pillow.

"Make yourself at home", Gojo grinned at you happily.

"Home..", you uttered out just barely enough for Gojo to hear.

A gentle chime sounded from Gojo's pocket. He picked up the mobile device from his pocket and read the screen.

"Have a rest for a little okay, I've gotta run for a few hours. Here, give me your phone so I can put my number in. You can call me if you need stuff okay?"

You watched as Gojo held the small rectangular device and flipped it over in his hands, expecting it.

"I don't own a mobile phone."

"Geez kid okay", Gojo scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "Just take a nap or something, I'll introduce you to the others later."

You nodded, and Gojo shut the door behind him. You looked around the room he'd assigned as yours. It was plain but not sterile. Clearly, the space had character but was still cared for. The bed creaked gently as you sat on its edge; small plumes of dust lifted themselves from the mattress's surface upon your impact. The tiny particles danced in the light and flowed through the air as you exhaled and took in the events of the day so far. You kicked your boots off, too tired to place them neatly by the door and lay starfished out on top of the warm covers. The day thus far finally catching up to you and lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

"How come she didn't have to fight the principals dolls", the boy took a bite into his sandwich, "I got totally pummelled when I first got here."

"Maybe because her answers were actually half decent", the girl beside him replied with as much snark as she could muster.

The boy on the other side of the table watched them silently, enjoying his sandwich in what little peace remained.

The sun was ever so slowly making its way towards the horizon, not quite touching the edge. The trio continued to banter and eat before being startled by an item slamming down on the table.

"Okay, we need to set up some decorations and stuff in the kitchen stat", Gojo rifled through the bag he'd put on the table, throwing various items out to the group.

"Nobara, you're on streamers!", Gojo delegated, "Yuji, you're on table duty!"

Gojo grabbed another bag off his arm and placed it in front of the boy with dusty pink hair, "Yuji, whatever you do, do not drop this bag. Cake is the best part of any birthday party", Gojo desperately wanted to take a bite of the decadent cake boxed away and tucked into the large bag but for the sake of everything being perfect, he'd restrain himself just this once.

"Birthday?", the quiet black-haired boy questioned.

"(y/n) (l/n), the newest addition to our team, turned eighteen today, and we are going to make it the most spectacular birthday ever", Gojo stated firmly, planting his hands on the table with determination.

Gojo slid over a bag to the only unassigned member of the gang, "Megumi, you're on gift wrapping."

The three grabbed their assignments and got to work.

Gojo played Candy Crush on his phone; despite his busy work as a sorcerer, he had time to be one of the top players in Japan. Half an hour passed as he eagerly swiped away at the screen, gentle chimes and pings sounding at every successful move. Yuji returned from the kitchen area to announce that everything was ready. Gojo frowned a little as he shoved his phone into his pocket, instructing Yuji to get the others and meet him back there.

A sudden rapping on your door startled you awake, but you calmed down when you realised it was just Gojo. You pulled your boots back on and laced them up, following him outside, where three other people around your age chatted happily.

The group fell silent upon you reaching them. It felt nothing short of awful, three sets of unfamiliar eyes peering at you inquisitively, but the newly familiar touch of Gojo's hand on your back gave you a little bit of courage.

You took a step forward to face the group, "I'm (y/n) (l/n). I used to be home-schooled, but now I go here."

The group stood in silence, trying to telepathically figure out who should break the silence first.

"Finally, another girl!", the brunette sprung forth, wrapping an arm around your shoulder in a friendly side hug, "I'm Nobara Kugisaki."

"Nice to meet you Kugisaki", you struggled to get the words out, too surprised by the sudden contact.

"Nobara", the girl now hanging off your shoulder declared, "I finally got another girl on the team, so we are automatically best friends; no formalities needed."

You gave her a tiny smile, "(y/n)."

"I'm Megumi Fushiguro", another of the group stepped forward.

"Nice to meet you, Fushiguro", you dipped your head as a greeting, still being weighed down by Nobara's friendly arm.

Finally, the third of the group emerged, "and I'm Yuji Itadori", the dusty pink-haired boy waved at you.

"Hello Itadori."

"Great, another br-", a rough deep voice started to speak before a hearty slap echoed out across the grounds.

Yuji looked down at the ground and furrowed his eyebrows as if having some sort of internal argument, "..And that's Sukuna."

You'd read about Sukuna before, how he could kill one hundred men with a flick of his wrist and crumble armies to dust. He was a tyrant and the most powerful curse to walk the face of the earth. The very idea that this curse was in front of you sent a chill down your spine, and you flipped the small object in your pocket over and over as if expecting the King of Curses to jump out at you. You'd shifted into something resembling a battle stance but weren't entirely committed to it.

"He's not actually here, I'm just his vessel so there's nothing to worry about. He might pop up on my cheek or hand randomly if he really wants to, but for the most part, he's under lock and key", Itadori reassured you.

Gojo ushered the group out of the school and took you all out to dinner. You chose steak after thoroughly analysing the fancy menu and, after taking a bite, declared that it was the new best thing you'd ever eaten. Gojo was right, that title would change hands very quickly. You laughed alongside your new classmates.

No.

Your new friends.

Nobara practically dragged you back to the school courtyard, clearly brimming with excitement. You could only assume that she was utterly overjoyed to have another girl and that the boys must put her through hell every waking second.

"C'mon (y/n), faster", she tugged on your sleeve gently.

Nobara practically kicked down a set of doors, and a cacophony of sound splashed in from behind you.

"Surprise!", the group screamed with glee.

Megumi ran and got the small box he'd gift-wrapped earlier that afternoon.

"We know it's your first day, and you don't really know us very well, but we wanted to celebrate your birthday anyway, so this is for you."

You took the small rectangular box and inspected it; you thought it was quite heavy for a box of its size, and you were a little bit apprehensive about opening it. Surprises, while often good, were still unknown. You sat down at the table, the others following suit, and slid your thumbnail underneath a piece of tape, unfastening the wrapping paper. You tipped the paper, allowing the box inside to reveal itself. You pulled the box lid apart from its bottom. Nobara and Itadori leant over your shoulder, also curious as to what Gojo had deemed a fitting birthday present. Placing your hand in the box, you pulled out a sleek, black, rectangular object. A mobile phone.

"This is mine?", you leaned your head back and looked up at the blindfolded man towering over you.

"Yep, all yours", he ruffled your hair with a proud look on his face.

You looked out over the table, a chocolate cake dotted with strawberries, little pointy party hats, iridescent sparkles and glitter. This was all here for you.

You looked back down at the phone in your hand, tracing your fingers around the edges of the screen. The black void reflected five dazzling smiles back at you, however, none was as wide with joy as your own.

#jjk #sukuna #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #gojo satoru #nobara kugisaki #megumi fushiguro #curses #cursed #fanfiction #fanfic

16 notes · View notes

thotsforvillainrights · 5 months

Note

any updates on the baby? I hope your really resting and taking time for yourself!

Can I request a one shot of the reader and stain going out and reader is trying on a bunch of hot outfits and stain admiring them? (How do you think stain would be in public would he wear a face mask cause of his nose or ignore staring strangers and not cover it up?)

(Yes, sorry if it's TMI! I've been placed on medication due to a short cervix and now have a high risk doctor to see in danger of preterm labor. Other than that, little guy seems to be doing well. He's still kicking around in there and we're almost set on a name finally. Hopefully he stays in there and cooks until time, no early visits I hope!)

~Shopping~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

The fun thing about life is the fact that there's a huge enough population to guarantee your looks no matter what. You should never truly have time to feel insecure for too long if you sit back and think about it. You may not be your own 'type' (or maybe you are), but I promise you are someone in the worlds type. You've landed a gruff man, rough around the edges and not exactly a romantic to be honest. By God were you his type. For full honesty, you were more than that to him.

You were essentially his weakness.

Sure he hated feeling the way he did at first, but he quickly learned to give into the emotions he began feeling. It's a nice warmth bubbling up in your chest. If you can ignore the butterflies, love is actually quite nice. Therefore, he did all the cheesy stuff with you that most couples tended to do. One of those things was shopping. Due to his usual covert nature, no one who caught glimpse of his face and features were able to live and tell the tale. It took media a very long time to acquire even the most blurry picture of his silhouette for reference. This made going out a breeze for the both of you. After walking around and window shopping, eating, and taking in the fresh air through the open centered mall, you finally decided on the store you wanted to go into. He followed close behind you, taking in the faces of people whose eyes lingered on you too long. He was observant as he liked to call it...not jealous of course. "I think I want something nice so we can do a restaurant dinner for once. Would you be open to something like that?" You asked him, not wanting to push him past his boundaries. "That's fine." He said shortly, taking a much needed seat near the changing rooms. You smiled and gave him a quick peck on his cloth-covered lips before dipping off somewhere else in the store. Your eyes browsed rack after rack until you found a few outfits you deemed worthy enough to try on. He keep an eye on you out of the periphreal of his vision but mostly remained focused on the few news articles he'd pulled up to read on his phone. He made sure to keep track of himself to see just how much info the fuzz had on him. He smiled when he realized it wasn't enough.

You'd regained his full attention when you emerged from the changing room with your first outfit on. "Well, what do you think? I'm feeling like the color is cute but I don't know about matching accessories to it y'know? Maybe something simple?" He was at a small lost for words, 'how embarrassing' he thought for a moment. That was quickly overshadowed by the tightness in his chest and the feeling of a small fire lighting him up, slowly burning away at his insides until there was nothing left. "I like it..." Was all he could muster to say. Which each and every outfit you tried on, he felt less like being out at the mall and more like taking you home rather quickly for some much needed TLC. However, he's at least try to put himself away and give you the respect you deserved. You'd finally settled on a nice little black number with matching black shoes and gold jewelry to fit. While you checked out he watched you from a short distance as he tried to regain his composure. Surely that dinner date would have to wait for a while. He could use a little stay at home date first.

#sorry it got a little suggestive there at the end #hero killer stain #stain mha #stain bnha #akaguro chizome #scenario

14 notes · View notes

satanwritesfanfiction · 2 years

Text

Heisenberg x F!reader || A new dawn *SMUT*

Title: A new dawn

Ship: Heisenberg x F!Reader

Triggers: Lowkey stockholm syndrome, pwp

Characters: Heisenberg

Wordcount: 4230

***

Deep within the night, darkness spread like a blanket in the night with the odd flickering in the distance. The breeze biting into her skin as another growl spread fear into the air. She was safe for the moment, so close to that which could control them but a few more paces and she was playing with fire, would she even make it back in time if that were the case?

Some nights were spent like this, retrospective. She wondered how long it's been, she tried counting the days since she had oddly found refuge here but it's been hard to keep track as of late, but the most pressing question was, how long before her usefulness runs its course?

Sometimes he found her here, a sharp word as he pulled her back into the factory at the dark hours of the night, with her apologizing profusely thought those had decreased with time.

It wasn't quite the situation that pushed her into the biting cold. The thing that really gnawed and got under her skin was the developing feelings that surely would only ever be from her side. Maybe she wanted him to drag her back, proof that he sees her. There were moments of something kinder, but ultimately he stayed cold towards her, barely a notice even when they worked in the same vicinity each and every day.

She admired him. His work, though morally unsound, was ingenious. She also admired the reason behind it, felt a twisted sense of understanding when he spoke on it. She'd never voice any of this, of course, past the involuntary flush of cheeks.

She wondered if she took a few steps forward if he'd even bothered if she'd screamed or even if she would have time to scream. Would he bother looking, would he even feel her absence. Does her life hold meaning?

The door creaked behind her to which she turned, he had forgone his hat and glasses from his usual attire. Her heart pounded, an odd sense of warmth spreading through her chilled body as he approached. No words were spoken, unlike previous occasions when he almost reprimanded her for standing in the cold.

A sigh left his lips as he looked out at the scene in front of him, as he stood beside her, another echo of grunts and growls lingered in the night air.

"Another day and another time I find you staring out into the dead of night. " He commented. "You aren't being held prisoner, you know? You could leave-"

"No." She stated firmly, arms crossing over her chest as her heart pounded beneath it. She knew what was out there beyond his territory. Heisenberg may offer her only emotional turmoil but he also came with security for the time being. "I don't want to leave." She said softly, eyes cast down.

He looked at her demeanor for a moment, she was so puzzling. If it wasn't to flaunt with the idea of escape, why stand here in the wind and weather. He couldn't quite make sense of the oddity in her actions and everyday quirks. She was an odd specimen, one which he'd like to unravel and explore but those specific thoughts were best kept to himself where he could think it through in the deep hours of the night when he knew she was asleep.

"That's good." He hummed. "You must not entirely hate it then." A small smile threatened at his lips as he gave her a sideways glance.

"It's not the worst." She replied, not yet lifting up her eyes to meet his. In all honesty, it was really not that bad, definitely better than the alternative. They both knew this fact but she wouldn't be the one to confess it.

"Alright, come on." He stated, voice rising just a bit as he turned. "I'd hate to be forced to take care of you when you catch a cold in this weather. "

She imagined he only said the words as a jab, that he wasn't really the type to take care of anyone, least of all her. He'd mostly chalk it up to another body for his experiments rather than care for it but nonetheless, she followed him inside. Abiding every word he said since the early days when she didn't know that much about him. A lamb to the slaughter, some would say.

He opened the large doors that led into the factory with ease, without the use of any of his limbs. Another lycan howling into the night searching for its prey as the final send-off as the doors shut behind her.

There was a definite change in temperature as she walked further into the factory, the numbness on her skin now apparent as it adjusted to the warmth.

"I'm sorry." She said softly, eyes not meeting his when he turned to face her, eyes roaming her figure. He knew what it was for, it just usually came much earlier.

"You're no use to me sick." He responded promptly, a step closer, and then she finally looked up at him. She nodded in understanding and he was pulled into another plain again. One he consciously strayed from, it had been one where things would fall away and only one singular thing remained. It made his mind wander, a hundred what-ifs upon a thousand fantasies.

He had to remind himself of the monster he was, how she must see him, but it was so hard when she refused to look at him like she looked at the lycans and soldats or even the glimpses she had of Miranda and the others. She was a hard thing to grasp. She seemed so fragile when he knew she had fight, yet the fire inside her was never actively directed at him and he couldn't fathom why.

He was lost, and then in a moment, everything was stripped away. In retrospect, an all-around, ill-advised decision when he pressed his lips to hers. Naturally, she was shocked but then her hands fisted into his jacket, body pressing closer. A reaction Heisenberg wouldn't have expected from her. He had always assumed she stayed out of self-preservation and nothing beyond it, that she wouldn't and couldn't want to be near him but now... now her lips moved against his as he held her in his arms, wishing for nothing more than to rid himself of some of his layers so he could feel her more prominently, feel her skin against his. He imagined it would still be chilled from her time outside but still soft under his touch.

He broke the kiss and she looked at him with those same eyes that had no business being caught in this godforsaken village, and she bit her lip with cheeks slightly flushed and chest that rose and fell more rapidly than before.

He wondered what more she'd allow, he had no business asking for it, and yet he couldn't stop his mind from lingering. Her hands were still pressed against his chest, it weighed him down when he knew he should turn and walk away from this.

"What are you thinking?" Her voice was small as it disappeared with the wind, afraid to break whatever limbo they fell into. She wanted so much more but she could not ask, could not let him know just how many times she thought about this, she had no right. He was one of the lords and she, well, she was just another human.

"A few things." He responded, hand coming to cup her cheek as he spoke, a soft gesture which did not fit his next words as a gloved thumb smoothed over her cheekbone. "All of which are improper."

She felt her stomach churn at his words, at his touch, a want growing in the pit of her stomach. She swallowed. She had no right, no idea if he even meant it in the way she wanted him to. How could he.. but it's interesting what someone would do given the right circumstances.

She craved him, craved his touch, his attention. She watched him work, watched him rise and fall in his endeavors, each moment pushing her into a need she could not have, one she had managed to slightly satisfy in the deep hours of the night bred out of the thought of him.

She pressed close, lips hungrily pressed to his as her arms hooked around his neck. If she had read the situation wrong, walking down the path into the mouth of a lycan was still on the table.

He held her close, kissing her fervently and pushing her against the nearest wall. He broke the kiss again, holding her wrists and dragging her above her head to limit her movement. She had too much control over him, he realized, but the part of him that should object to it, was oddly being silent.

"You don't want this." He reasoned out loud.

With his body so close to hers, she was intoxicated. Hands held down by his that elicited so many images that it took a moment to register.

"You have no idea what I want." She responded, head hitting back against the wall at his protest, knees rubbing together slightly.

A shadow of a smile moved over his features for a moment. "There's no going back, once I claim you,"

Her mouth hung slightly agape as he spoke, the thought of him taking her, claiming her, using her for his own gratification. She didn't quite mind the idea. Everything about him should feel so very wrong and yet, it excited her. The thought of being his to use as he willed.

"What makes you think I'd want to go back?"She pressed forth, biting into her bottom lip as her cheeks flushed. She moved from one foot to the other when he didn't react immediately, perhaps he was already regretting this..

But then lips reconnected, more insistent than the last as his body fully pressed into hers, fingers intertwining with hers as he still held them in place, a place that held her at a disadvantage but no less enjoyable.

She wanted to press against him, wrap her arms around him, wrap her legs around his waist.. but his hold was proving firm and so she just took what he gave her until he broke the kiss. His eyes roamed over her, an expression she found unreadable, and then it lingered on her lips. She was acutely aware of her breathing as it quickened.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" He hummed.

The words brought up emotions, some lingering on anxiety while others fed right into the feeling brewing at the pit of her stomach.

She nodded, cheeks burning up at the words and promise. A smile spread over his lips as she did. She was so innocent, so soft beneath his touch. There were so many ways he could break her if only he had the desire to do so. Instead, he just wanted to get lost in her. He wanted her close, he wanted her safe, he wanted the light she brought with her, he wanted her to always look at him like she did now, like he wasn't a monster.

"Good." His voice came soft before he pressed his lips to hers for a barely-there kiss before he let go of her hands, his own hands lingering over her thighs. He could take her right here, he had permission and her need but still, he didn't want to push her too far. He didn't want to break her and that's exactly what happens to the things he wants to keep. There's no going back, he had told her and it now only occurred to him what wrath he'd be exposing her to.

It was a bit of a debate, the feelings that pressed against his chest and sometimes pressed against other places and then, what he wanted for her. They were oftentimes very different things. She'd give him what he wanted so freely but he could never return the favor and neither could he ever let her go. He had become dependent on her presence, the lingering, the vision. Telling her she could leave seems like such a lie when he's not sure he could let her go.

His hands wrapped around her thighs and lifted her up effortlessly to slot perfectly against his waist, a soft sound escaping her lips as it did. If he could not give her what she deserved, the least he could do was quell the thirst he knew he had awoken within her, he reasoned. If nothing else, he knew he would've spoiled her for Alcina and she couldn't be taken from him so easily.

He could take her right now, pressed against this very wall and she'd have no objections but something bothered him about that statement, that's not what he wanted. Something within him halted his usual actions, something about her begged him to be different. Something within him felt as if it would break if he ended up breaking her.

Her much smaller hands were on his shoulder, soft eyes looking at him as he held her tightly to him. She was blushing, soft crimson peaking under her skin. He had all he wanted at the tip of his fingers, everything came together so easily.. then why did he find it so hard to act upon it?

Perhaps all he needed was to push forward, simulate his usual demeanor until he fell back into it. He just needed to break through the wall she created within him.

He held her to him, warm skin pressed against him as he walked down the hallway. She clung to him, arms wrapped around his neck as he supported her back. She felt the movement with every step. It was a brisk walk towards what one might call her room and he placed her on the bed, legs hanging off the edge as he came to kneel before her.

Weeks he'd observed her, shared some soft as well as sharp words with her. Weeks of developing this co-dependency, getting used to her presence. Weeks of his own quirks moving away to make room for hers in the factory. Weeks of getting used to how her hair would fall around her face at the end of a work day, how her fingers twitched when she was frustrated, how the fire burned behind her soft eyes.

All in all, he strayed so far from what he once knew, without even noticing how far he's drifted out to sea. She was one of them, just another human.. what should she matter. She had been afraid of him once, afraid of his reactions.. when did that change, because evidently it did change by the way she was looking at him right now, prepared to give herself over to him completely without a second thought.

His eyes lingered between her legs, he's reminded of times he's thought about her, of being buried inside her, when he'd find his release with a singular thought... her.

He clenched his jaw as he looked up into her eyes once more. He'd have her. He'd be the last thing she has. She was his to keep and instruct, she'd be the cause for his euphoria as well. He'd claim her in the way he knew how, by having her cry out to him and being with her in that moment when she does.

Hands pressed forth, fingers fiddling with the button of her pants which she then helped in shimmying out of. It was fast, too fast. It made her stomach churn. She barely had time to process and her mind was foggy. There was nothing romantic about it, just a need in his eyes as he pushed her back against the bed. She rested against her elbows as she watched the man between her legs.

Callous fingertips lingered on her thighs, unappealing panties covering where he wanted to be. It didn't quite deter him as he wrapped his lips around the fabric and sucked softly at her clothed core. He felt her muscles flex under the action and looked up at her when he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the underwear, pulling them down her legs until she was left unobstructed before him for his viewing pleasure.

A small taste as lips pressed against her then a tongue moving down her slit. A rush of pleasure echoed as she sucked in a breath. A smirk lingered on his lips as he looked up at her, going in for another taste but this time, his eyes stayed locked onto hers.

She gasped as his lips moved against her, hands slipping into his hair as she allowed him to open her up, fingers pressing ever so slightly at her entrance. If she died right then and there, it was okay, it would've been fine knowing this moment was the last she'd ever have.

A finger pumped into her, circling inside her until her body jerked, a cry slipping past her lips. There were times she thought about it, imagined him between her legs but this, the ecstasy she felt was so much more. She could feel it coming together at the pit of her stomach, faster than she'd normally muster herself and her mind couldn't keep up with the demand as she tried keeping the edge at bay.

She cried out, legs closing around his head as her back arched slightly but he didn't stop, even with the constraint, replacing his fingers with his tongue as he took all that she'd give him.

"Good girl."

And then her legs fell open once more, breathing slightly labored as she looked down at the man. Evidently pleased with himself if one is to judge by the smirk on his lips. He licked his lips as their eyes locked, the remnants of her release still glimmering on his beard. She bit into her lip and it made the picture all the more enticing but there were things he thought might be a little more exciting at the moment, namely, having her completely bare beneath him.

He made quick work of removing his shirt before climbing onto the bed, hovering over her, her thighs fitting perfectly beside his hips. Fingers danced at her side for a few moments as he took her in, before grasping the hem of her shirt and pulling it upward. She helped with dragging it over her head which gave him some moments to appreciate the skin being revealed.

Almost there, only the smallest bit of cloth that clung teasingly over her breasts. So close to an unobstructed view, so close to replacing his thoughts of her with a real image rather than what he constructed.

Her fingers worked on the clasp without Heisenberg having to prompt for it and then she spilled fee. Her stomach churned as she did, put on display for his viewing pleasure. So open and vulnerable.

He licked his lips, his calloused fingers running over her bare skin with a barely there touch that left goosebumps in its wake. She was perfect to him. His fingers flicked her nipple softly. She in turn bit into her lip and he repeated the action before his hands moved to the button of his pants.

He dragged his pants over his hips, just enough to free his cock. He stroked himself a few times as he looked at her before running his cock through her wet folds. A small sigh escaped at the contact and then he pushed her legs open a little more.

She was beautiful like this, open for him to take and play with. Better than any of the fantasies even before he pushed into her, even before he heard her moan his name, even before he felt her walls clench around his cock.

It didn't take long for her walls to get used to the sudden stretch, especially with how he played with her clit as he pushed home. All in all, she had been easy, almost comfortable... pliant.

His hips rocked into her shallowly at first as he tested the waters. She felt so good around his cock, he had to resist the urge to just fuck into her and lose himself in her but there was something more he wanted, needed from her. A memory, a moment. He had to remember, savor, prolong.

Hand clenched tightly against her thigh as he hovered over her, watching her face as it contorted, how she moaned with each thrust, as power started to build behind each one. His head dipped down, something primal as his tongue ran along the length of her neck. He felt the need to mark her, claim her as his own.

Her hands were on his back and in his hair, nails scratching every now and then as she held on. Her eyes ere closed as she moaned into the air, hips smacking into hers repeatedly, drawing out a pleasure that she hadn't anticipated she'd have tonight or any time soon for that matter.

Earlier he had said there's no turning back once he'd claim her and he wasn't lying in any sense of the word. Even more than before, he couldn't let her go. His perfect little pleasure, the one thing that was truly his alone.

A surprise whimper fell from her lips as he pulled out of her and an equally surprised expression when her eyes snapped open which he decided to ignore. His hands securely wrapped around her hips and swiftly flipped her over, dragging her hips to his. He had been back inside the warmth of her cunt before see could even process the entire situation.

His hand smoothed over the skin on her ass and then a small smack reverberated that had her gasping at the contact which cause Heisenberg to chuckle. His hand then smoothed a path from her backside down her back and then rested at the back of her neck. He liked her like this especially, pressed into the mattress and completely under his control. A preferred angle to both get what he wanted and have her crying out.

His thrust took a sharper turn, rocking her body forward as she took him over and over, hand on her neck keeping her in the position as she moaned his name. Many bad decisions had been made on this day but allowing him to take control of her certainly wasn't one of them.

She could feel the cord tighten with every moment, she wished she could look at him fully but she also wouldn't raise complaint with the amount of pleasure he was pushing into her body at the moment. Encouragement fell from his lips as he pushed into her, watching as her fingers gripped the sheets below. The grip he had on her neck moved to her hips, feeling his release nearing its end.

She cried out, vision slightly out of focus as she finally fell from the ledge after fighting it for some time. Her skin was on fire, each cell in her body screaming as the feeling took over, walls clenching down on his cock.

"Fuck-" He cursed as she did, movement being constricted for a few moments as her body submitted under the pleasure. She was impossibly tight but he'd make due. Her orgasm being prolonged as he moved, pushing more pleasure into her body even to the point of pain until he too submitted under the pressure and came cock pressed deep into her cunt.

He pressed a chaste kiss to her shoulder as they both came down from the high. She had been perfect, just like he knew she would. She wasn't one to disappoint so boldly. He wished he could look into her eyes and see what she was thinking but it was just something he'd have to forego for the moment.

She whimpered when he pulled out of her heat, body falling to the softness below and then he could finally see her, expression and eyes. She was breathing heavy, body layered in perspiration. A little pang of pride that he reprimanded himself for.

He imagined there would be regret in her eyes, clamoring to cover herself after a lapse of judgement, after a tumble with the monster that he is.. but she did none of it, just caught her breath, eyes half closed until he laid down beside her. He didn't quite know what to do with the absence of hate, disgust.. but he knew what he wanted to do.

An arm wrapped around the girl and pulled her into his chest. She looked into his eyes with a question, a soft blush and then she looked down with a soft smile. He wasn't one for sentiment or care and though those parts of him hurt, she had grown accustomed to this. Now, it caused her stomach to flutter as her head rested on his chest. Part of her could've sworn it was all a dream but the throbbing between her legs alluded to otherwise.

She had fallen asleep not long after, the lord running his fingers along her back and her. Unlike her, there were parts of him that regretted putting her in this position, but his most selfish parts overrode those notions, especially when he looked down at the sleeping form pressed against him.

#heisenberg #lord heisenberg #Karl Heisenberg #re8 heisenberg #resident evil heisenberg #Re8 #resident evil #satanwritesfanfiction #pwp

90 notes · View notes

f1shbonez · 1 year

Text

💣EVERYBODY PANIC!💣

Vi.

The name ached in her brain, wrenching forth a sea of memories soaked in vile anger and tenderness.

Your sister is dead.

How many times had Silco uttered the words? Soothing every fear, wound and anxiety Vi had left along with her sister on the bridge that fateful night. But that wasn’t the truth, was it? Vi had never been dead. Just…gone, and Silco was fighting to keep it that way. It was an earth shattering revelation, hearing Silco’s hushed, urgent conversations about ‘dealing’ with family as though it were some ugly wound that needed lancing. What had really driven the sense of anger and betrayal deep was Silco’s pointed silence on the topic when Jinx returned for his daily medication. There had been a time where the routine was tender, where they’d shared secrets with one another and upheld a pact of honesty. But Vi’s name never left Silco’s lips. He was lying about her. He was trying to keep her a secret.

The knowledge made Jinx want to drive the needle deep into Silco’s eye. Over and over and over and over.

She did not.

The one shred of self restraint holding back the tidal wave of anger and hurt from challenging her so-called father figure was the knowledge of the person tied in the other room. An enforcer. An enforcer that for some reason, had been talking to Vi about something that Silco didn’t like. But if Silco didn’t like Vi, who was the real enemy? The thoughts writhed in an agitated, wounded mess, battling with each other in a fruitless effort to make sense of it all. If Silco found out that she knew about Vi, everything would speed up. No. She’d heard Silco’s side of things in the whispers he exchanged when he believed she wasn’t listening. What about their prisoner? What did she know?

It hadn’t been difficult to find where they’d been keeping her. Marcus and Silco had been spending the better part of the day formulating some convoluted plan of attack. As Jinx moved soundlessly past Silco’s office, she heard the two inside, hours deep into a debate on this shiny new enforcer’s life.

Jinx entered the holding room noiselessly from above, perching on the rough, dusty rafters to stare down at the woman tied to the chair. She didn’t look as old as the other enforcers Jinx had learned the faces of. A cold distance filtered into Jinx’s gaze while she watched the enforcer as though she were a spider Jinx hadn’t decided whether or not to stomp on.

“Ugh, I thought they’d never leave.” The snide commentary sounded from above as Jinx swung her legs over one of the wooden beams.

“Y’know, it’s not sounding good for you in the old Decisions Room. Guess you should’ve kept outta the way.”

There was a soft thump as Jinx hopped down from her vantage point, strolling absently towards the door to fix a makeshift barricade. She didn’t want any interruptions, after all. This chat was going to be important.

Jinx’s voice softened to something dangerously quiet. Tender, with the threat of teeth.

“...But you didn’t.”

Jinx hooked around to the enforcer, imposing an unsettling lack of distance between them as she leaned into the unsettling behaviour that so often prized results from people.

“Let’s talk about that.”

(( Starter for @gauntlets-shot ))

#arcane rp #gauntlets-shot #Muse: Jinx!#Here we goooooo #Jinx: the enemy of my enemy is my....friend? eugh no that doesn't seem right #Jinx: -takes one look at Caitlyn- now I'm sure of it...I hate her

25 notes · View notes

push-baby-push · 1 year

Text

Lauren's Tale

Written by @tbgblr in conjunction with Perfectcrowning

Lauren Wood was 36 and fitted the description of the typical ‘independent woman’ to a tee. She was very career focused but made plenty of time for her personal life around it. Scott Jones, her boyfriend of 5 years, was in the same boat – it worked well for them.

Both were very sporty, the pair enjoyed going away for weekends together taking part in anything from mountain climbing, orienteering, even as far as running marathons together. Lauren was a keen cyclist and had dreams of doing a charity bike ride from one end of the country to the other (I suppose for our international readers, I should mention this is from the top of Scotland to the bottom of England, about 850 miles)

One thing they had not found time for in their life was to start a family. In all honesty, it suited them both. Lauren was not very maternal, and Scott had a son from a previous relationship which allowed both of them to practice the ‘parenting from a distance’ idea that seemed to appeal – after all, children were good in small doses, but get in the way of living your life when you’ve got such a busy schedule… or at least that was what they both said.

It was during a weekend trip camping that calamity struck the couple. After several drinks and being cuddled up together with only their tent and the couples sleeping bag the only barriers to the cold chilly air outside, they both became amorous, arguing it was an attempt to keep warm. Of course, their senses were a little dulled from the alcohol they had ingested, as the condom came out, Lauren grabbed it to playfully put it on Scott’s erect pole. One slight tug too tight, and her fingernail nicked it, leaving it woefully ineffective for the task they believed it would perform.

The lovemaking was magical. Honestly, both thought they had the best sex they had ever experienced together. Being out in the wilds, with no one around them let both release their inhibitions and gave them a new sense of freedom never previously experienced. Lauren climbed on top of her beau and rode him, bouncing up and down and yelling in wild abandon. Scott dug his fingernails into Lauren’s back as she bounced, groaning animalistically as he was mesmerised by his lady’s undulating breasts. As time went on, both were nearing their respective goals, both were panting with fatigue to a point where Lauren was forced to lean forward and put her hands on Scott’s shoulders to stabilise her. That’s when it happened, leaning forward caused Scott’s cock to connect with her G spot, causing an electric spark to run through her body as she peaked, her pussy clamping down on Scott’s shaft with a tightness that you could only ever experience at the peak of an orgasm, this in turn caused Scott to finally succumb to his body’s natural desires and release a thick flow of cum as he simply groaned with the release.

The couple collapsed into each others arms, not really looking at the used condom, they discarded it into their bag of rubbish they had accumulated in the tent, and thought nothing of it, as they snuggled in under the covers and fell asleep, both satiated by their respective climaxes.

It was around about 2 weeks later, when Lauren had been feeling queasy for several days in a row, and 2 days late on her period did she even consider there could be anything up. Dashing to the chemist on her lunch break, she purchased the pregnancy test, and after returning home and performing what was required, she was left simply with her head in her hand, and tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at the 2 lines on the pregnancy test. This changes everything.

Scott got in from work a short while later, and noticing his wife’s puffy red eyes, asked what was up. Lauren didn’t say anything, just handed him the stick. Scott was more than aware what this meant, he didn’t even need to look at the result. All he could utter was “oh… fuck…” trailing off dumbfounded. Lauren simply nodded, she was speechless.

The couple spent the better part of the next month arguing. Suggestions were made for terminating the pregnancy, but Lauren decided she could never go through with that. It all came to a head two months into the pregnancy when Scott announced that Lauren had changed so much due to the pregnancy she was completely different to the lady he knew, and said he was going to move out. The money he was paying towards the house would go into a bank account so he could settle up the child support payments when the baby was born, and with that, he left. All attempts at Lauren tracking him down failed, he went completely off the grid, their last parting words involved Scott scribbling the name of his lawyer on a post it note, intended for Lauren to get in touch once the baby was born to arrange transfer of the child support money.

The next few months were tough for Lauren. She was alone. Her mother and father were both retired, but helped where they could with money for the baby to get things like the crib, and other essentials, but all of Lauren’s money went on the house that they both previously shared. She begged and pleaded with the bank, but she was often met with deaf ears – their only suggestion was to move to a cheaper area – the problem was the house had negative equity – her mortgage wouldn’t cover the full price of it, and she had no way to cover the shortfall – plus moving to a cheaper area wouldn’t allow her to commute to her job as easy.

Lauren’s only reprieve in all of this chaos her life was in was that she still enjoyed to keep fit. Going out for runs in the park, or, as her pregnancy progressed, brisk walks, she took those moments to reflect on the good things she still had control over – she had her health, and the health of her baby. She managed to find time still to cycle, and though she had to work much harder to carry her bulk, plus the frequent shifts in her centre of gravity as her belly grew and grew, she managed with relative ease.

It was on one of the cycling outings that she stopped at the water fountain in the park to grab a drink, with her back to the general world, her head dipped down to drink from the fountain, a man walked up behind her put his hand on her back and announced “Hi ‘chelle’” in a very cheery tone. Lauren jumped up, spinning around to see the man, whose face turned dealthy pale when he saw that he had not only had a case of mistaken identity… but the lady was noticably pregnant. He stammered “Oh s-sorry… thought you were s-someone else. Kind of thought you were my cousin… from behind.” Blood retuned to his face and managed to find it’s way directly to his cheeks, he blushed completely uncontrollably at his embarrassment.

Thankfully Lauren saw the funny side of it and burst out laughing. “I really hope she’s pregnant… because this…” she pointed to her belly “is really hard to miss.”

“Actually, no… you couldn’t tell from behind. I hope you don’t mind me saying, but you carry it extremely well”

It was Lauren’s turn to blush. She admitted to herself that she did find the guy charming, and to be honest with herself, attractive, even though he was probably about 10 years her junior.

“So… when you aren’t touching random women in parks, what do you do with yourself… actually no… what do you call yourself, I guess I shouldn’t keep calling you, well… you” Lauren was actually finding herself tongue tied.

The stranger smiled, regaining his composure from the initial awkwardness. “My name is Ben, right now I’m having a run in the park… and when I’m not doing that, I work for the police.”

“Well Ben, thanks for the introduction, but I really must be getting off my feet and sat down… everything’s aching right now” advised Lauren as she spied a park bench under the shade of a tree. “Can I join you?” Ben enquired, happy to spend time chatting with a friendly face. “Sure, why not… no stranger danger when you’re sat with a cop I guess” Lauren smiled.

They both walked over to the bench, Lauren pushing her bike alongside her, whilst they chatted. They hit it off well, chatting for an hour or so about anything and everything. The conversation moved on to the situation with Lauren and she explained it all, including how she has been forced to basically cover the mortgage for the house since her boyfriend left, and as she was going on maternity leave soon, she was really worried about covering the costs, on her reduced wage. That’s when Ben asked if she’d considered taking in a lodger.

Lauren looked thoughtful. “I did, but all enquiries I made fell apart as soon as people realised there would be a screaming infant in the house in a couple of months.” Ben grinned… “I could be able to help you out… firstly, I love kids, my brothers and sisters have a bunch each… never been blessed myself…” he adds “but I know how to look after kids from any age now after the hands on uncle experience. And if I’m honest, my rent is up for discussion and I think I’m paying too much right now, so if you’re up for a tenant, I’d be up for a new landlady” He smiled, and he looked so sincere Lauren was smiling with him too. “Of course” Ben added “I wouldn’t expect you to trust just my word for it, I mean I could be anyone… so here…” he scribbled a number down on a scrap of paper from his pocket. “That’s the main office reception number for the police station. Ask for Bob James. He’s chief constable, and should hopefully be able to give me a glowing reference as I work for him”

It was now Lauren’s turn to be speechless. Ben asked “what were you hoping to get in to cover the costs.” Lauren finally found her voice and they discussed costs, by which Ben grinned saying it would be perfect for him, it was about what he was paying now before the rent price hike comes into force next week. He was willing to move in anytime, as long as she was ready.

They parted soon after exchanging phone numbers, both completely dumbfounded by the events of the day. The next day, true to his word, Ben’s reference checked out, and he got a glowing review from Chief Constable Bob (as he called himself) and the pair ended up moving in together later that same week. Bens family came along to help with the move, and his 2 sisters came along to coo over Lauren’s bump, dragging their kids in tow. After Ben was finally settled into his room, the pair ordered in takeaway pizza and spent their first night together as housemates chatting away until late.

The next morning, Lauren woke up in a daze, her bladder the main focus of her attention at that very moment. She walked across the landing, into the bathroom, for relief, when she finally realised that she had a new lodger, and slightly more importantly at that moment, was dressed in only her bra and panties. She listened intently to see if there was any stirring from the spare room, which was unfortunately directly between the bathroom and her own bedroom. After not hearing anything, she let out a sigh of relief, cleaned herself off and flushed the toilet. Opening the bathroom door, she yelped in fright as she saw Ben at the bottom of the stairs looking up, he’d obviously gotten up much earlier than her. Ben stared back, wide eyed at the sight before him.

“Erm… hi… want some coffee, or tea or anything?” he asked, a little taken aback. He recovered great though “Didn’t realise this was one of the perks of living here, getting such a nice show in the morning.”

Lauren blushed once more, grabbing a towel from the bathroom door and wrapping it around herself. “Oh god, I’m so sorry… few months of living alone makes me lose all sense of decorum… None of my nighties fit me anymore, so I just reverted to this and never thought anything of it… until now where it’s pretty much all I can think of.”

Ben smiled “nothing to be ashamed of… I like looking at a beautiful feminine form as much as any other guy on the planet” he added, colour flushing to his cheeks as well… and – Lauren noticed – another part of his anatomy was seeing some of the blood flow too. Suddenly Ben started running up the stairs, Lauren leapt back, unsure what he was doing. “I know just the thing” as he entered his room, Lauren hearing rummaging about as a suitcase was opened. He stepped out displaying an XXL ‘Disney’ top with Mickey and Minnie mouse on it. He grinned “One of my brothers brought this back for me after a trip he made to America, seems they do everything big there, as I’m sure I could get 2 of me in this thing… should be more than big enough to accommodate you and the bump…” he bundled it up and handed it over to Lauren.

She grabbed it appreciatively, dropping the towel on the floor and putting the new tee shirt on, seeing it go well past her belly and halfway down her thighs. “Oh wow, it’s perfect” she exclaimed, leaning in to give Ben a hug. She suddenly stopped and backed away “oh… sorry… shouldn’t be so touchy feely with a new guest” she mused. Ben just laughed and hugged her back, feeling the warmth of her bump press against him. “Don’t mention it” he mentioned, quite quietly as he was close to her ear. “Now… about that drink”

“Oh yeah… um… coffee please, decaf… gotta think of the bump” she laughed as Ben walked past her and back down the stairs announcing “on it” as he passed. Lauren couldn’t help but continue to think some very inappropriate thoughts about her new tenant, after all, it had been months since she had sex last, and one thing pregnancy had done was ramp up her hormones to a level where she was needing to pleasure herself every night just to scratch the itch.

Lauren headed down the stars and into the kitchen, the smell of coffee wafting up at her nostrils. Ben had finished a bowl of cereal “want one?” he enquired, “sure please” Lauren grinned. “Sorry, wasn’t sure what was safe to eat and what was specially reserved… I’ll dash out today and get some groceries in of my own, hope you don’t mind me eating your cereal.” Lauren grinned “don’t worry too much about it, I’m still used to buying for two as it is so there’s plenty to share… I’ll leave it up to you, if there’s anything special you want, go for it, but I’m happy just splitting the weekly shopping bill with you, for now… dig in.” Ben smiled in response “that sounds like it would be the best option” pouring milk onto the cereals and handing the bowl to Lauren. “So… got anything planned for the day?” he enquired.

Lauren blushed. “Nothing really planned… but I guess I should add, tomorrow is my birthday, so we might have a few family members over tonight… completely slipped my mind in the few days I’ve known you… baby brain.” Ben nodded “want me to make myself scarce?” he asked “Hell no, you’ve as much right to be here as they have… no… more… you’re contributing. I know, why not invite your family over as well, the few I met the other day seemed really nice”

The rest of the day passed uneventfully… Ben dashed out, grabbed some groceries, and a bunch of flowers for Lauren by way of a birthday present, whilst Lauren went out for a cycle. After getting back home and having a quick shower, she dressed for her family evening, and before Ben returned home, her family arrived – her 2 parents, and her younger brother and sister. Lauren advised they would soon meet Ben, and not to make him feel too uncomfortable, because her meeting him was making a bad situation so much better. With that, Ben walked through the front door announcing “Hi, I’m back… guess we have guests by the extra car outside” toting a couple of shopping bags with him. He dropped them on the floor as he presented the bouquet of flowers to Lauren “Happy birthday” he smiled as then once again grabbed the bags and went into the kitchen.

Lauren went beet red as he retreated, both her parents stared at each other and couldn’t help but smile. Finally her mother spoke up. “My my, he’s a nice looking one isn’t he” she grinned.

“Guilty as charged” yelled Ben from the kitchen. Lauren couldn’t help but shrink further into her chair hoping it would swallow her up.

Bens brothers and sisters arrived soon after, bringing some bottles with them. “I hear there’s a party going on in here” they announce, presenting Ben with the stockpile, with a special bottle of non alcoholic fruity fizz for Lauren. “Couldn’t leave the birthday girl without a drink” one of his brothers smiled. Lauren’s dad said he couldn’t drink much, as he was driving, but the rest of the family all enjoyed the festivities.

As the afternoon wore on to evening, and the drinks flowed more and more freely, the various family members excused themselves leaving Lauren and Ben by themselves. Feeling a little worse for wear after the alcohol consumption, he nonetheless was feeling very merry and uninhibited. “Happy birthday” he slurred, walking over to Lauren and giving her a big hug, separating, and putting a hand on her bump affectionately. Lauren reacted to the response by grabbing Ben in close, and kissing him with a passionate embrace, Ben returning the kiss. Both were lost in each other’s arms and lips as time seemed to slow to a crawl. Finally Lauren stepped back and could only offer “wow” as a response. Ben reacted next, pulling Lauren back in and groping her breasts through her top, feeling her bump press tight into his abdomen. Lauren reached down between Ben’s legs and felt his erection tightening up his jeans. “I want that” she breathily whispered into his ear “I so fucking want that so much.”

Ben didn’t need to be told twice, stripping Lauren to her bra and panties he unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down, kicking them off with his feet. His cock sprung up inside his underwear. He gave Lauren some assistance in sitting back down on the sofa whilst he kneeled down in front of her, slipping her panties aside he teased her folds with his tongue as Lauren grabbed his hair and pulled in response, groaning in pleasure. After a few minutes, surprisingly quickly she realised, she reached her orgasm and moaned breathily “back” pushing Ben to the ground. She got on her hands and knees and crawled towards him, grabbing his underwear, Ben shimmied his ass in the air and suddenly the garment was flung across the room as Lauren pounced with her mouth onto his cock.

She slurped hard, tongue moving up and down the shaft as her hands gripped into his thighs and her lips enveloped the head of his cock. Teasing the bulbous head she moved her tongue all around the edge and over the opening, sending shockwaves up and down Ben’s body. Ben groaned once more as Lauren provided some suction and moved her tight lips up and down his shaft, head bobbing up and down rhythmically.

Finally, as Ben was sure he was going to cum and fill Lauren’s mouth, she felt his tension build up and pulled away… “no… in…” she gasped as she turned around, poking her ass at him, and slipped her panties to her knees, parting her legs a little. Ben reacted immediately and got into position between her legs, sliding his soaking wet cock into her hole, which was already lubricated by her own juices. Ben grunted as he started sliding his hips in and out “this feels so much better than any other woman I’ve been with” as he bent at the waist and leaned forwards, his hand caressing Lauren’s bump. Suddenly he felt a movement in her belly and gasped. “Yes, he likes it too” gasped Lauren feeling the baby kick hard within her belly. Suddenly, she tensed, feeling another orgasm overcome her, as she yelled out with her passion. Ben reacted and fired his load into her as he felt her vaginal walls clamp down, groaning himself as a result.

The two of them finally separated and sat down, side by side, Ben’s cum dripping from Lauren’s slit as both were panting from the exertion.

“Well… this changes things” Ben announced. “Agreed…” replied Lauren “but it has released some serious sexual tension I was feeling. Come on let’s get to bed and figure it out in the morning” she said as she pulled her panties back up, licking some of the escaping cum from her finger as she did so. “You taste nice” she grinned as Ben stood completely dumbfounded as she led him to her own bedroom, stripped off his top and tucked him in bed.

…

Ben yawns, arms stretched out as he sees his girlfriend sleeping soundly in bed next to him. She’s approaching the end of her pregnancy, her bump is visible under the bed covers which are pulled tightly against her. She stirs as she feels Ben moving around the bed and blinks her eyes awake.

“Hey, love” Lauren smiles, gently kissing her boyfriend as their fingers intertwine. “I would love to stay and cuddle with you, among other things but this baby is using my bladder as a trampoline” she laughs as Ben smirks. “Well don’t let me stop you” he comments, watching as she lifts herself out of bed and waddles to the bathroom.

Ben casts his mind back to the events leading up to this. A few weeks have passed since their first time together, and Ben has become embedded into Lauren’s life. They developed fast from becoming housemates and friends to a couple, even to the point where Ben attended Lauren’s doctors appointments. In early March the global pandemic caused absolute chaos as ultimately everyone was forced to spend time at home, but thankfully this had not dulled the passion these two shared, and both were eager to begin the next stage of their lives. Ben swung his legs out of bed and plodded downstairs as he checked over the bikes that were stashed by the front door “you sure you want to go for a ride later babe?” He yelled up the stairs at Lauren, silently concerned that as she entered her 40th week of pregnancy, essentially full term, bike riding might not be the best idea “I know you said you wanted to go out on the bikes but perhaps we should go for a walk instead?”

“You know how much I enjoy biking. Dr. Smith also said it was good for me” Lauren says, slowly coming down the stairs into the kitchen.

The global pandemic had caused governments to essentially make everyone stay indoors, and only venture out for essential shopping, or for a short duration each day for exercise, as long as everyone kept their distance from each other so there was no risk of transmitting the infection to those close by you. Lauren had been taking the most of that opportunity to get out to the park each day on her bike to keep fit, especially as the crowds were a lot lower than would have normally been expected for this time of the year, as spring develops and the weather starts getting warmer.

She pours herself a large cup of decaf coffee as she rests her hand on her belly. She thinks about what her birth would have been. She had always loved the outdoors and dreamed of birthing at the local birth centre in the garden designed specifically for labouring mothers. Now, the birth centre has been shut down and Lauren refuses to give birth in a clinical setting with stirrups. In the end Lauren and Ben agreed with the slightly unconventional approach of giving birth unassisted in their own home.

“You don’t have to come with me. Maybe you can put the finishing touches on the nursery, yeah? Truth be told, we’re really behind on where we should be with that” She says, giving Ben a kiss on the cheek.

Ben responded “If you’re sure… go on let’s get some breakfast down us and you can go out, I’ll do some final bits and pieces out there and I’ll meet you in the park… I know we can’t sit around in the sun anymore but let’s at least bike back together”

Ben continued “I mean sure you’re much more comfy in the saddle than me but I need to get my stamina up… thankfully my stamina hasn’t been lacking in other areas” he winked as he turned away to put some food on for both of them.

“Oh you don’t have to remind me” Lauren says, hugging him from behind and letting her bump press hard against him. “I might go bike down to the park and take a short walk. I’ll text you once I’m done - you can come and we can bike home together. Deal?” She asks, taking a sip of her coffee. Her other hand holds her belly as she gives a little sigh. “Scott texted me last night” Lauren says, looking down at her coffee

“Oh… hope you’re going to say he’s being an asshole or something?” Ben replied whilst busting himself in the kitchen “what did he want?”

“He wanted to see if the baby was born. That’s really it” she sighs as she puts a bit of sugar in her coffee. “Probably wants to know when he wants to start paying child support” Lauren grumbles. “I’ll admit, I guess he’s working out by my due date thinking the baby could be here by now…” Lauren absentmindedly rubbed her belly, feeling the life within react to her touch with a quick kick.

“Well that’s ok, at least he didn’t want to come sidling back into your life a couple of months after he left you because that would be a real dick move… and I think I’d want to have something to say about that” Ben grumbles, turning around and grabbing Lauren by the waist, managing to get his arm about half way around her. “But right now… you need this” as he hands her some gorgeous smelling pancakes and a bottle of syrup “perfect for fuelling up for a bike ride” he grins.

“These are perfect” Lauren giggles, kissing him softly. “You’re the best” she says, digging into them. “I don’t want to freak you out or anything but if things work out between us…what do you think about adopting this little guy” she asks, taking a bite of the pancakes and moaning with delight. “How come everything you make is so good?” She asks, continuing with her breakfast.

“You know… I might really consider that” he replies contemplatively. “Always dreamed of having a big family, who’s to care where the first one came from… plenty more to come… “

“Someone’s parents are not defined by DNA” Lauren huffs indignantly. “You’re going to be the father, no matter who’s speed they came from” she smiles, taking a sip of her coffee before sighing. “And you know…biologically we probably can’t have a lot, right? You know my clock is about to hit zero”

“All the more reason to get another in you right about as soon as I can” Ben grinned. “Now go on out and get that bike ride done so I can have some fun in the shower with you afterwards!” Ben laughed as he grabbed his tool kit and set out to the nursery to put the final few bits and pieces together

“I’ll see you later” Lauren says, grabbing a water bottle and her helmet before jumping on her bike. Seeing a heavily pregnant woman biking is a sight to be seen, but Lauren didn’t mind. She rode to the local park, only about 2 miles from the house and locked her bike before she started to hike around the area.

Ben spent quite a while assembling the parts in the nursery, a changing table, finishing off the crib, and a few other things, all the while quietly scolding himself for not getting around to it sooner… he had to admit to himself the prospect of becoming an unexpected father certainly threw him for a loop, but that’s how life just happens sometimes. He realised that Lauren hadn’t texted to say she was done as she said she would, and he had spent much longer than expected on the DIY. After finally downing his tools he walked back to get his bike and texted Lauren “be there in a few.” He set off towards the park enjoying the early spring weather on his back. Lauren texted back a few minutes later “Get here quick, I’m waiting for you” sending a ping of her location to his phone.

Ben headed towards the location, to find Lauren squatting against a tree, biting her lip and breathing heavily. She looks up and gives Ben a little smile as he pulls up. “My water broke a couple minutes ago” she says calmly.

“Oh…fuck” Ben exclaims, seeing Lauren in distress. He jumps off the bike and goes to comfort her. “Can you walk… we need to get home? How are you feeling? Can I do anything for you?” Ben’s mind is running a mile a minute as adrenaline kicks in completely unprepared for what he has seen. He reaches down to feel Lauren’s belly and he’s greeted by a contraction. “How long have you been having them?”

“Hey I’m fine” Lauren says softly, holding his hand and squeezing it softly through the contraction. “I’m doing good besides these pesky contractions. I can bike, they aren’t that bad. It’ll be faster anyways” she says, chuckling at how nervous Ben is. “I’m fine, I promise. We can’t stress over this”

Once Lauren regained her composure after the contraction ended, she got up from her squat and brushed herself down, admittedly a little embarrassed from the circumstances. Ben took her hand as they started walking at a leisurely pace towards the bike racks where Lauren’s bike was chained up. They chatted about the situation, Lauren mentioning that her Braxton Hicks contractions had been building up over the past few days but she thought that the real ones would be noticeably different. “Guess not” Ben chuckled. Lauren took a bit of solace that the park was fairly empty because of the lockdown so no one actually witnessed her waters breaking, and it was only spotting Bens message on her phone that made her realise that he was on his way made her think to stay in the same place and wait. Ben and Lauren eventually walk past the same fountain they first met at, Lauren asking to stop for a moment for a rest as another contraction builds, leaning against the water fountain for support.

Ben smiles as a flood of memories come back. He gently stands behind her, rubbing her hips and back. “There we go, L. Nice and easy. You’re doing great” he gently coaches as she lets out a soft moan and rocks her hip some. She continues this rhythm until the contraction subsided. “Looks like we’re having a baby” she says, wrapping an arm around Ben’s waist as they continue to make the short walk to the bike rack

“I know” Ben can’t help but show the smile on his face as he walks with his arm wrapped around Lauren. Eventually the couple get to the bikes “sure you can ride ?” He asks as he unlocks the bike to save Lauren leaning over, his own bike resting on the floor. “It’s a couple of miles but it’s an easy walk? I’d not like to think what will happen if you tense up right in the middle of pedalling, you might fall off and hurt yourself?”

“I’ll be fine. This will get us home a lot faster. I’ll go slow, I promise” Lauren says, giving Ben a little smile. “It’ll be okay. Now let’s go” she says, grabbing her bike. She puts her helmet on and starts riding. Lauren isn’t sure how she’s being so calm. While she’s read extensively about child birth, she still was extremely anxious, but now with things happening, she’s calm, knowing that she was as prepared as she thought she could be and that she’s about to do what she needs to do.

Ben follows close to Lauren’s side, keeping a cautious eye on her as she cycles. About halfway home, Lauren stops and clamps her feet to the ground, wincing as a contraction builds. Ben drops his bike to the ground and goes to rub Lauren’s back digging his palms and rubbing circles. “These seem to be coming quick” he mused.

She bites her lip and nods. “Yeah things are progressing a bit faster than what I was told they would for a first time mother” she says, gripping the handlebars and breathing heavily. “Can you check my dilation once we get home?” She asks, looking at Ben as he continues to gently put counter pressure on Lauren’s lower back.

“Of course… truth be told, I’m kinda looking forward to it… new experiences and all that” Ben winked, wondering if it was lost on Lauren as she focused on the current contraction. Lauren breathed out deeply as the contraction passed and waved on Ben as she pushed on ahead to get home.

They get home a few minutes later. Lauren basically throws down her bike and helmet as she walks inside and immediately starts stripping. Her leggings and underwear were wet from her waters but her shirt and bra also just felt so…rough. By the time Ben got in, he found her naked and in a deep squat, moaning softly through a contraction

“Whoa… erm… phew… wasn’t expecting that” Ben announced as he walked in. He admitted to himself that Lauren was beautiful, especially as she was displaying this… primal version of herself. “Get yourself comfortable” he said “just going to get myself washed up” as he dashed to the kitchen to wash his hands, thoughts that he wanted to be sure that he wasn’t carrying any infection. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off.

As he was grabbing a towel out of the laundry room, he feels two arms wrap around him. “I think I’m going get a bath going. Join me soon, preferably with these things off” she murmurs, kissing his cheek before going to their bathroom. She pauses a minute and examines herself in the mirror. Her milk filled breasts sit on top of her large belly, which hangs low in front of her. “We can’t wait to meet you” she says to her belly before sitting in the bath and turning the water on

Ben didn’t have to be told twice. He headed into the bathroom to find Lauren sprawled out into the nice wide jacuzzi tub - Ben begrudgingly acknowledged that it was a really good purchasing decision by Scott - just as she was starting up the jets. She moaned deep and low as her back was blasted by the water. Ben took his clothes off and bundled them into a pile as he climbed into the bath himself, Lauren’s eyes hungrily following him as she noticed his cock showing the first signs of an erection. Lauren and Ben ended up sat at opposite ends of the tub, Lauren’s legs wrapped around Ben’s waist, her pussy somewhat on display to him. Ben tried to imagine what it would look like as the baby started to emerge and the resulting thoughts caused his cock to stir yet further. Lauren noticed the effect and teased her toes against his cock, her big toe sliding up and down his rapidly hardening shaft

It’s his turn to moan softly, throwing his head back as Lauren slowly glides to his side of the tub. She kisses him softly, slowly leaning him back some before she turns around and sits on his lap. “Is it bad that I’m really, really turned on right now?” She asks softly

Ben can only groan in response, feeling the silky smooth skin of his girlfriend nestling in his lap and grinding against his now rock hard penis. Lauren leans forward, slipping her hands down Bens legs until she’s bent a little forward, her belly preventing her leaning all the way over, then wiggles her hips, causing Bens cock to slick and slide around her lips. Ben announced breathily “is it safe for me to be in you after your waters have broken?”

He ran his hands up the side of Lauren’s belly and up to her breasts, squeezing the full mounds and teasing her nipples. Ben noticed a reaction from a Lauren, unsure if it was pleasure or pain, as he moved his hands back down to her belly, feeling the tell-tale signs of another contraction building up

“I mean…I don’t think it can hurt” she giggles. She moans loudly in pain and pleasure as she feels Ben gently stimulate her nipples. “Doing…nipple…stimulation…can help” she manages to pant out between deep breaths as the contractions rack her body

Ben is now somewhat controlled by his lust. Lauren writhed on his lap as she struggled to get comfortable, finally Ben grabbed her hips and positioned her so his cock plunged deeply into her, Lauren winced with the unexpected intrusion but felt the fullness within her as it helped counteract the pressure of the contraction, she simply moaned as the contraction finally released its grip and she sank down feeling the length of Bens shaft as she took it all in within her

“This feels really, really good” Lauren murmurs. She doesn’t have the strength to start thrusting but simply just sitting on Ben’s hard member feels so good. “The pain feels really low” she says, rubbing her belly. “They’re coming very quickly”

Lauren braced herself against Bens legs as she breathed and panted, another contraction building up seemingly moments after the other finished. She gritted her teeth and felt the tightening. Ben felt the pressure on his cock from within and returned to pressing his hands into Lauren’s back. Lauren’s hand snuck between her legs and felt her clit, slowly rubbing it as she breathed out, feeling the thickness of Bens shaft at the same time. Ben couldn’t help but groan at the touch. Lauren finally growled low trying to vocalise the building pain.

“You’re doing really good, L” Ben murmurs to her, his hips slowly moving to her hips and gently massaging them. He lets out a soft moan as she continues to stroke his cock while she rubs her clit. Her other hand grips the side of the tub, breathing heavily and whimpering as the contraction washes over her slowly.

Ben does his best to comfort Lauren as she struggles to get comfortable, the pressure mounting due to the contractions. Ben’s hands explore Lauren’s back, neck and shoulders as he does his best to distract her from the increasing pain that is building up as each contraction picks up. Both the intensity and the frequency of them are ramping up, much to the point where after about 30 minutes of being in the bath, she is now groaning and moaning as each peaks in intensity. The sounds, surprisingly to Ben, are a real turn on, sounding much like Lauren’s orgasm, and whilst she has been internally focusing over the last 10 of those minutes, not even uttering a word to Ben as a means to cope with the pain, Lauren has been grinding on Ben’s lap, and his erect cock all the while, getting what pleasure she can from the contact before practicalities force her to move off it as the area is filled by the child’s head on its way to meet the mother to be.

Finally, Lauren pipes out after a long silent meditation. “I have to push” she announces loudly, whimpering softly as she grips the sides of the tub. “He’s right there Ben…I can feel him…there’s so, so much pressure” she whines as she bites her lip. “Can you help me off you?” She asks, turning around and looking at Ben. “Please?”

Ben used his thighs to help lift Lauren’s weight up, keeping some support under her. As she lifted off, Ben’s erect cock pressed hard against her G spot, finding the sensitive place just inside the inner walls of her vagina… Lauren yelped out with the unexpected flash of pleasure as it surged through her body, a flash of memory shooting through her mind to the day the baby was conceived. Internally she felt guilty about it, but admitted to herself that she was in a happy place with Ben. Finally, she was able to get on her hands and knees in the tub where she gave a tentative push to feel if anything was happening. She mewled as she felt some movement, but asked Ben to check. “Sure” he offered, leaning forward and inserted two fingers into her, plunging deep to reach her cervix. He sounded a little shocked “I don’t know how you did it L, but the baby seems to be past your cervix now, I can feel all the way around his head… I think you’re ready to push”

“Oh thank god” groaned Lauren, simultaneously giving in to her needs and starting to push, rocking back on her legs as she pushed forward with her hands to give some leverage. “Shit… I needed that” as she gasped after letting off the pressure. “I need you though… now” she urged to Ben. She rotated in the tub again and faced Ben, her belly hanging low. She shuffled forward and wrapped her arms around his neck for support as Ben did the same, both of them intertwined with each other. The urge to push came back and Lauren went with it, bearing down hard, pressing her head into Bens shoulder.

Ben quietly counted into Lauren’s ear “1…2…3. Good girl, keep it up, 5… 6… 7… that’s it well done, 9… 10… OK relax L… that’s it, relax, don’t wear yourself out, we’ve got plenty of time”

Lauren had tears in her eyes as she looked up at Ben… “you know… this hurts about as much as they say… I thought I had a pain tolerance, but I’ve NEVER felt pain like this.”

“Oh god baby, I’m so sorry, I know I can’t do anything to help but…” Ben was interrupted by Lauren “hands down my back, press hard” which he adjusted his position to do as he was asked. The result was instantaneous for Lauren who let out a laugh at the relief she felt then suddenly groaned again as the urge to push took over, digging her fingers into Bens back as she pushed, hard.

“I feel cold in here now Ben, the waters getting chilly, I need to move” Lauren announced as she got her wits back to her after the contraction passed. Ben helped her back into her haunches as she stabilised herself against the tub walls. Ben managed to get out of the bath and towel off. He made sure the heating was on to do what he could to keep Lauren comfortable. He then gave some assistance to Lauren to stand up and step out of the tub. “Quick, quick” Lauren urged as she grabbed the outside edge of the tub and started to squat down as the next contraction hit. She vocalised during this contraction, being vertical caused gravity to assist and Lauren felt so much more pressure than she had felt before as she pushed this time. She stood up and flexed her ass back showing off her vagina to Ben urging “can you see anything, feels like it’s almost poking through!”

Ben took a look at the offered area and sounded elated “oh L you’re doing great, I can see you bulging… doing so well, keep on doing what you’re doing my sexy wonderful girl”

Lauren blew out a big breath as contraction subsided, knowing she didn’t have long before the next was upon her she turned her head and grinned “aww you find me sexy”

Ben couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the image in front of him “you know it.”

Another urgent need to push took over and Lauren yelled “help meeeee” as Ben placed his hand on her bulging crotch and back, applying pressure to both. Ben felt Lauren’s labia start to part as she yelled out “this pressure is unbearable” only to feel the head retreat back in as she let off the push. “Come on, we need more L baby” urged Ben “I felt the head a little there, but you need to give me more.”

Lauren was panting with the effort “Don’t know if I can” she wheezed. “Oh I know you can” encouraged Ben “you’re already doing it, I feel so much movement.” That bolstered Lauren as she pushed again, once again the head pushing out to part the lips and retreating once more. Ben noticed that the head didn’t fully go back in like last time though, the lips remained slightly parted. He traced his fingers around them in circles as Lauren shivered. “Good girl, each push opens these out a little more, I can feel you making so much progress… let’s see if I can make a reward for you being so good at this…” Ben trailed off as Lauren relaxed, the contraction having passed.

Suddenly Lauren felt unexpected pleasure. Ben was trailing his finger lightly down her spine, down the cheeks of her ass, around the lips he so delicately touched a moment ago until his finger circled her clit, where it played a merry dance. Lauren couldn’t help herself… she orgasmed, which lead to another contraction, feeling all the more forceful because of her body’s response clamping everything up. “Oh… oh… oh… FUCK!” She yelled and continued to loudly grunt through the full push. The head made excellent progress and yet more was to be seen at the end of this effort.

“That was fun but please keep that to a minimum, I’m seeing stars” Lauren panted. Ben leaned back and fished his phone from his trouser pocket, snapping a photo of Lauren’s crotch to show her. “Look, you’re making progress” he offered the phone to Lauren. She looked and sighed contentedly as she saw her crotch forming the teardrop shape at the first signs of the baby poking through. The contentment was short lived though as she was forced to push again.

For the next 5 minutes Lauren pushed again and again, each time the head moving a little further out, but seeming to do less and less each time. Eventually Lauren gasped, once again on the edge of tears. “I feel like I can’t go on” she sighs. Ben bolstered her once again “you need to, this is all on you, come on I believe in you… change position it might help.” Lauren pondered for a second “I need to face you, see your positive feedback.”

Ben agreed it was a good idea and offered to sit down in front of Lauren, she moved, wide legged, step by step moving hand over hand until she was squatting in front of Ben with her hands on his shoulders for support. Ben raised his knees to give Lauren something to rest against and parted his own knees so there was a clear path for the head to go. Bens arms were braced behind him for support but it was what Lauren needed.

“Hi there mummy” Ben grinned as Lauren looked deep into his eyes as she pushed once more, not able to reply. 5 minutes of pushing like this and finally the baby was nearly crowned.

“Oh shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, aaaargh” Lauren complained “ring of fire… burns, so much” as the heads widest part began to pass through her. Ben urged back “pant now, don’t push, remember what we read, don’t hurt yourself” as he felt powerless to help with his arms behind him, but he needed them as a counterbalance so his knees would stay in place. Lauren did as asked, blowing and panting as the pain burned in her crotch until finally she couldn’t help it and pushed. The head sprung out of her with a gush of fluid splashing on the floor between both of their legs.

“Wow, well done, heads out, relax” Ben urged, letting his knees sag lowering Lauren closer to the floor as he took the pressure off his own arms.

Lauren hoarsely gasped “lie back” to Ben as he did so, she leaned into the space where his torso was a moment earlier, hands either side of him and pushed once more. She moved both shoulders and then the full body out of her in 2 monumental pushes. The baby slid out of her and onto the floor, Lauren collapsing, panting onto Ben, the baby between both their legs. They heard a cry from the baby and both had tears in their eyes at the happy result. Resting a moment at her exhaustion, Lauren finally pushed herself up off Ben to meet her… no… their firstborn son.

30 notes · View notes