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ladythornofrivia · 19 days

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Lady with Teal Eyes || Aemond x Aunt!Hightower Reader (Part Two)

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author’s note: writing more chapters of a sad dragon family series. I’ll be on a Norwegian cruise line for Italy and Greece for 2 weeks. I’m gonna be seasick, I already know it. So I’ll be writing this series before I leave. Please enjoy and have a good day.

warnings: incest, cockwarming, teasing, sucking, p in v, rough play, flirting, wholesome moment, jealous aemond, possessive, roughness, mild manhandling, mild degradation, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex, second hand embarrassment, dark content, mentions of su*cide, Aemond being too touchy with his aunt, degradation, humiliation.

summary: Aemond meets his aunt for the first time, and there’s more than meets the eye. (there will be three parts).

The preparations for the celebration of King Viserys has reached closer whilst you accompanied Alicent into the corridor, corridor after corridor of a long tour within the Red Keep. Servants bowed as you all passed. Cold bows and cold eyes lingered, despite their bare minimums of smiling graciously at your direction, as Alicent presented the halls with lavish decor. However, mostly it was green and gold. But others blended it with black and red.

As always, you’re marveled by the exquisite lace and embroidered patterns and a clear structure of its final design of artwork is invigorating. The stitching is what you’re most impressed of.

As all Targaryens and Hightowers strolling, Alicent parted ways with her children, unbeknownst to you, the one-eyed prince had his hands behind his back, violet shade of eye looming over your new gown designed by the seamstress, all soft-shaded periwinkle, strapped with gold embroidery and green and red, streaks of iridescent shun upon sunlight, your manes healthy and glowing, maintained through and through.

You knew he was watching. With his precious one violet eye gleaming at the back of your head, your body shivered in an alien sensation. As for Aemond, a dragon’s hunger is anything but stable or sane. A dragon’s hunger is like a breath of wild fire casted to the torch of the wondrous nature and life itself. The fire eats and leaves the bones of ash, dwindling in midair.

Aegon I altered the history and thus, House Targaryen must stand with unity and strength and blood.

Still parted aways after an idle chat, for Alicent to task with decorations, as her children were long gone, back into your large chambers, you were unpacking your materials for the completion on a quilt, a quilt with colorful dragons and mermaids and ships, various shades of sews and needles unpacked, as the back of your neck tingled with goosebumps as you felt a hot breath stroking.

Before you turned around, large and slender hands travelled over your clothed waist, nearly close to your chest above. A writhe of hot tingle rushing in your coils and chest. A quiet breath strained, lax down to a low hiss, a hiss nearly tickling your skin. No servants were around, no Alicent or Gwayne.

Aemond, a one-eyed prince has lurked and captured you. A princess sent by a Maiden herself. The fiery dragon must seize the princess.

You thought he has gone back to training yard with Ser Criston, as Alicent mentioned once at the entryway within a prolonged conversation.

“Aemond—”

His face inched close to yours, his supple and pretty lips touched your cheeks, trailed down to your jawline, whilst his left hand grasp your face to stay still. The pool between your legs gradually strengthened its warmth and slick, easily for the prince to prance and insert into your tight hole. Under the layers of silk dress, Aemond bunched the layered fabrics to your waist.

You never had a noble taken an interest in you. The only that interests them is the brightness of your teal eyes.

A mesmerizing glow of your hues has yanked his curiosities. His mother never mentioned him about you—not even once in a dubious talk.

Better late than never.

With his hand, fingers strapped, and his trimmed nails clutched the fabric of your corset, the laces loosener it in smooth motion, loosening around your frame, breasts ached as his hand—his cold hand—brushed and pinched your nipple while his other hand found his way your thigh, grasped as Aemond’s tongue flicked and his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your clit.

A moan escaped, your mouth shielded, you face drowned in flush, as Aemond’s heart leapt in satisfaction. Humming, he stood up and inserted his fingers into your cunt, thrusting the fingers in with doubled speed as your moans grew louder, but restrained the pleasure into your chest, holding it. The walls in the Red Keep are dire; servants and nobles and guards walked passed and patrolled through wall and doors. Even the highest nobles strolled by.

“Fuck,” is all he said, as if it was a prayer. “Your cunt might be as Holy as the Maiden herself.”

His lips sucked your swollen tit.

“My prince,” you cried softly. “Please. The guards, my brother and sister will see us.”

“I do not care of their pious thoughts.”

“I’m your aunt, my pri—”

“Don’t fight it, my sweet,” he said, giving a sensual flick on his warm tongue to your swollen flesh, “I might give you a reason to have bruise on you, ones that they’ll never find on your skin.” His hands grasped your waist, trailing with soft strokes. “You’re humiliated. Maybe there’s more than meets the eye.”

Based on his words, you never thought you found it attractive, considering the soft spoken voice, hoarse with arousal.

“Don’t fight it. If you fight against this, this subtle encounter between us, you’ll never forgive yourself,” he whispered, his wet lips brushed yours. “If you have been, you would shoved me away. Would you like that, princess? Shoving me away?”

His voice ragged dampened your cunt and clit twitched at his sound.

“Seems you enjoy it. You’re a good princess. But alas,” he pulled himself afar, the warmth on your body began to turn a chill.

“I shall see you at the feast. Enjoy your stay.” His neck went for a stiff bow, but his eye glued with plea for your consideration of his statement, whether you accept his offer or not, and departed your apartment—a once organized structure is now filled with clutter and oozing sex and the arousal groans you shared has imprinted in your head, you find yourself still with embarrassment.

In a way, a blessing in disguise when no one, not even Gwayne, saw or heard your affairs with a young dragon prince.

You have seen the arrival of Rhaenyra and Daemon and the children, you had a short introduction to all Black faction.

The dinner celebration for Viserys’s nameday celebration has been all but cumbersome. You felt a subtle hostility, but to due your presence, it has lessened but somewhat guarding up—all due to pettiness.

As you, making a progression with your father, it was all but cold distance even you and Otto were near. Not once he looked at you with adoration like he shared his adoration with Princess Helaena, showing her teal beetle. The Green children are all strained; Aegon had his fair share of capable stupidity to throw down a nasty comment of his cousins and nephews.

Daeron was disappointed with Aegon’s perversions, but Daeron veered at you with a kind smile and made a polite conversation with you. Once again, Otto did not acknowledged of your accomplishments. You felt sick in the stomach, and it’s not your bright gold and yellow dress you have finished making. Tears behind your eyes was arising, and your throat budged with hot and parched sting.

Aemond clenched his fist, for his anger was directed at his grandsire for not noticing you. That damnable old fool—if only Otto sees how your talents. When Viserys disregarded Aemond, even his siblings, he wanted nothing more than to see him dead. But alas, with your existence, it’s almost as if Viserys’s existence just naturally died out.

You pardoned yourself, and Alicent thereby dismissed you, you bowed and left to your chambers, spent the rest of the night weeping, thinking what have you done wrong.

As you exited, the tensed feeling withdrew, and Otto was happy again. And so, without a doubt, Aemond gave a good jab on Otto, which caused a disastrous supper for everyone. The music stopped. As for Aegon and Daemon, they found it amusing while Alicent ordered the guards to escort Aemond way back to his chambers.

For Aegon, this was a win for him. He’s not in trouble for once.

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In dreams, you have never seen your mother, what she appears like or what she sounds like or how her personality was. The only thing that is closest to being a mother to you is the wetnurse or the servants or the Septa who provided you with assistance on your daily appearances and wisdom. Whenever a servant brushes your hair, you often think of what it feels like to have a mother brushing your manes with care and doting manner, a soft voice to soothe your aching heart, where doubts and fears would go away.

In times of sleep, you often thinking of ending your life, just to see your biological mother on the other side. Or perhaps more than just seeing your mother. There are times where you hated your life, and you want nothing more but to end it.

People have often told stories of your mother, though it felt it was a grave mistake. Some say she fled away to Free Cities, some said she ended her life from the highest tower of Oldtown and fell down to the sea. There are rumors where Otto took you because you’re adopted, or perhaps he had a secret, illicit affairs.

The cold feeling rushed in you as your eyes pricked with tears. With somebody telling you stories of your late mother, it brought no peace. Only the enigma of your shadowed doubts and an endurance of chaotic insanity, to question whether your life is real, if you’re real in this world with purpose.

The servants have been kind to you more than the nobles, the more everyone pointed out your flaws and the insignificance of your existence, you lead to believe that you’ll never be loved.

And cried once more. Each night, your tears flooded in pillows and blanket, as you embraced the closest object, pretended that it’s your late mother. An endless of an anguish thought has been a hazard.

Only the echoes of the walls could hear you and the pillows has stained, under your hug squeezed the material as hard, wishing for the pain to go away.

In his awake, he’s a perfect prince, but in his dreams, he’s a beast.

A beast kept within a shell of a noble man.

He has dreamt of your teal eyes basking in his dark dreamland, your voice, how it was yearning so much more. A dark dreamland filled with scornful memories of his nephews and Aegon, and the pink dread. He had kill all of them in his dreams, even the fat pig.

With a scolding from his mother, he couldn’t care less. He wanted your presence to be acknowledged by your father, but how can Otto be so cynically dimwitted and more offensively calculating against you?

When the servants spoke over how you’re not related to Alicent, chances are why Otto was pretending that your presence is nothing more than a useless and meaningless substance of meaning to exist.

Others said that they haven’t seen you gone out from your apartments—and that was recent.

Aemond visited you, presented you with a gift, but the word from you not leaving the apartments has concerned. Thus his mind came up an idea.

You have several servants entering the room with stack of your favorite meals and drink—including lemon cakes and Dornish wine.

One knows someone’s best interest. Whoever did it, your heart is elated. As soon as Aemond came in, you hadn’t known whether he knew something that you don’t. Somehow, his intimidating presence softens your heart, prickled in relief.

For some reason, when Alicent paid you a visit, although shortened, she was concerned of your health, you hadn’t formed a proper conversation; Alicent hasted when the Council has called for her summon, but gave her regards.

Aemond accompanied you for a while in your apartments, and chat whatever discussion came up. Each minute and each hour, the two of you became close, became so close that you or him hadn’t open your hearts, despite what he did to you days ago. With your cunt coiled at his face, his voice and neck, his waist, you find yourself crossing your legs, aroused and squirming beside him. You wondered and imagined of Aemond’s tongue guiding and gliding your soaked cunt. At this moment, you wanted tackle him and suffocate him with your legs wrapped around him, taking in of your nectar.

“I’m glad you are doing well, princess,” Aemond said to you. “For I have been concerned of your well-being. A delicate flower such as you does not deserve the cruelty of my grandsire or anyone in the matter of your visit.”

“He’s always been difficult,” you explained. “No matter how much I’ve improved with my skill, he’ll never sees as his or my sister’s equal.”

“In ways my mother and grandsire are more intolerable. Though I respect my mother, I find myself with bore with my grandsire has to say. If anything, I’m glad your presence has casted a light into the dread.”

In Aemond’s case, however, found you as exquisite as gentle as the blooming flower. His one took a longer glimpse at you and notice the difference—how your eyes glinted in glee while your cheeks adorned with youthful flush and enamored smile. Oh so pure and harmless. He hasn’t seen his mother and his siblings. As for Otto, he hasn’t spoke to him since supper at Viserys’s nameday after sending a jab across the face—out of character for a self-assured prince.

Oh, to ruin you.

“Thank you for the meal, Prince Aemond. You don’t know how much I’m relieved to say this,” you said as you finished the embroidery on your unfinished dress you sewn.

Aemond found your gowns just as otherworldly as you.

Consequences won’t matter; Viserys nor anyone else in the room care for his presence. Perhaps it is a blessing, perhaps it is for the best for you to be settled here in King’s Landing, as long you’re in content, nothing else matters, but if harm does come, he shall smite the immoral act. Aemond is no perfect, but with you, he’d be at his best behavior.

“Then I shall relieve you,” he proclaimed.

You find yourself halted at his declaration and glimpsed at his resolved expression.

Something has stirred in your heart that you wanted more than the civil interactions, wanted more than having someone to converse with you.

Tossing and turning onto your bed was all but a doozy. Dizzy from pivoting and switching positions, you had enough. Dreams had come again. This time it’s Aemond calling out to you, feasting on your wet folds and pumping his lithe and graceful rugged fingers in you. Ever since the day before Viserys’s nameday, with Aemond’s thirst, your legs ached.

For a Hightower, it’s a sin to self-pleasure one’s body—a selfish immoral act.

Somehow you found it odd. If a man does self-pleasure, no court would turn the eye, but a woman does self-pleasure with hasting fingers and naughtiness is considered dire.

Faith of the Seven had their own laws, but you knew that men and women had their fair share of illest secrets. Lucky for you, Alicent and everyone in the Red Keep does not know your impure thoughts. The room became hot, then cold, then all at once, the breath in your lips became ragged and desperate. You wanted someone to hold you, treasure you, seduce with sweet nothings and sweet promises with adore.

For your years of not having a partner, you have begun to fear of not having pleasure. In the heating moment, you thought of what’s like losing your maidenhood to someone with a big cock.

You wanted a cock.

His cock.

Oh, a dragon prince. If Aemond hears your thoughts, you’d run away and never to return Westeros and give yourself a new name and fashion.

Damn the consequences and the punishments from the Lord Hand and the Queen themselves! Damn the Faith of the Seven and their laws!

With your fingers circling your clit, no climax arrived. Thus, you casted your blankets aside with a huff, setting out to see him.

Trudging through the dark halls, the guards were nowhere to be found, assuming the guards went elsewhere. As you made your way to the doors, you approached and entered the chambers where you have found Aemond on his bedside.

Your breath held back, taking in at the sight of Aemond. With his porcelain skin and his long silver-blond hair, it gleamed under moonlight, appearing paler compared to daylight. His eye had an old scar, and his eyepatch was placed elsewhere.

Watching his body rising and falling within breath, you approached him and kissed his back, planted your light kisses, feeling the smooth surface of his skin.

Aemond awoke and turned, found you kissing his back.

“My lady,” he whispered, one eye widened, as you stare at his sapphire. It was beautiful like him.

You placed your finger on his lips.

“Have you come to made a decision?” he asked.

Your lashes fluttered under his gaze. “What do you think, my prince?”

Then your lips collided with his. Aemond was taken aback of your sudden act. Eventually, his consciousness fell; with his lips shared an illicit chaste kiss, his hands uncloaked you, and roamed on your womanly body, caressing you, until you began to undo his trousers, his cock hardened.

“This won’t take long,” you promised, slowly pinning him down onto the pillows, unstrapped yourself naked and sat in between his legs. You didn’t expect for his cock to harden.

Your eyes darted to his, awaiting. And thus, you yanked his trousers downward, unveiling his hardened cock. You eyes widened at the sheer size. Your maidenhood hasn’t been taken yet. Your future prospects of marriage hasn’t arrived, but it feels as the more you wait, the more your chances of marriage dimmed. With your body descended, the maidenhood had met his engorged tip.

Aemond lay still, watching you. His sapphire eye gleamed at its victory.

Your voice moaned aloud; your maidenhood slammed down, his engorged cock tightened on your damped walls. Gradually, the pace on your hips sped. You have never felt anything as good. Prayers in the sept are insatiably helpful compare to the prince’s cock.

You have never felt so alive.

Aemond knew you’re a virgin; your hips bounced all thanks to the guidance of his hands.

He pleasured a woman in the brothel in the Street of Silk at the age of three-and-ten. As a young boy, he regretted making a decision by making himself a fool to go along with Aegon and his shenanigans. He was expecting Viserys to guide him gently into the world, but the Driftmark incident has left Aemond concluded that Viserys, his father, did not spare a single kindness or thought and only spared it Rhaenyra and her sons.

All hope was lost until he saw you—a radiant maiden.

You reached your high, as Aemond clutched your hips, spurring down the hot semen bursting the inner walls—a divine conclusion.

Gasping for air, your legs stood achingly, leaving white traces of his semen dripping down on his balls and thighs. When Aemond tried to assisted you, but instead his face met your open legs and slammed your went against his chiseled face and nose.

Fuck my maidenhood, you thought, desperate, as your hips gyrated, feeling his warm tongue and the sharp line of his nose encouraged your arousing sense to further the climax, as your right hand found its way at the back of Aemond’s hair.

Aemond find himself humming against the warmth of your cunt, mingling with his semen. It was a divination, nothing like the brothel. If only his virginity had taken by you instead of a woman who hasn’t live up to her beauty and standards of gentile and grace. Streets of Flea Bottom aren’t to be trusted. His lips kissed your inner thighs, gliding his tongue, and pumped it in between your walls.

Groaning, almost feral-like, your hips paced, your tits bouncing as your walls grew hot again.

“Relieve me,” you said to the prince, hoarse. A soft squeak caught into his ears.

I shall relieve you, my sweet. Just as I promised, he thought.

Your hips gyrated harder, until the spurring had come close; hot liquid squirted on his face as Aemond’s tongue lapped on your cunt faster than last. Your head threw back with his languid strokes on his warm tongue.

Gods it was a miracle.

He has taken your maidenhead.

“Good boy,” you cooed, your breath rasped, your hand still placed on the back of his long silver-blond hair, gyrating your tired hips against his face.

Both you and Aemond found yourselves in elation.

“Good boy.”

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tarjapearce · 9 months

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Lips anon! The wife getting a cuck dream this team. She wakes up with a broken heart but also relief. She cuddles up to Miguel and kisses his neck. He stirs awake a little, asking her if she's alright. She says yes, but he can tell she was crying and sits up. Cradling her face and pampering her with kisses. He demands her to tell him what is wrong. And she tells him the truth.

He finds it a little funny and disgusting at the same time. Him sleeping with some other tramp? When he has a whole Queen in front of him?

He decides to show her exactly how much he loves her, what no other woman will have. Even the dream slut 🤭

Dream slut 😂😂💀 nsfw, a squeeze of angst and Fluff under cut ❤️ Miguel loves to worship you.

"Just like that! Yes!"

The moan could be heard from outside the door, the bedroom you shared with Miguel wasn't even closed. None actually cared to close the door, that creaked as you pushed it wide open.

The sight sent million knives directly to your heart, each stabbing deeper the more you looked at Miguel plowing into some other woman you had never seen before. He looked vicious, and the woman squirmed, mewled under him, like if knowing the concept of pleasure for the first time.

Gorgeous was a measly word to describe her, tiny waist, perfect skin, round and supple ass that bounced underneath him, perky breast that shook at every thrust. Shimmering skin, slick with sweat. She was perfect even in her tussled state.

That sent the final blow to your heart.

Your eyes fluttered open, letting a couple of tears roll down your face.

Just a dream

Your mind repeated over and over. He would never leave you. He was loyal, faithful to no end. He proved himself that he would never cheat on you despite temptations parading right under his nose. But the way he looked in that dream, so lustful, so needy of that woman, a expression you'd never seen on his face for you.

New tears rolled down and you curled even more in your sheets, sniffling and hiccuping on your own. He was resting beside you, Mouth slightly ajar as the comfortableness of the pillow embraced his head, a hand ontop of his chest that rose peacefully at his breathings.

He was yours and yours alone.

Worming your way to his arms you kissed his neck. Wet and wispy eyelashes tickling his skin, stirring him awake. He looked disoriented at first, then confused to see you clinging to him with a red nose, bottom lip quivering like someone had just said something really mean to you.

He frowned and turned to face you. Eyes studying your distressed face.

"What's wrong?" His thumb wiped away the tears and caressed your cheek, tenderly. you shook your head. He kissed your forehead

"I won't repeat it again, (Name). What's wrong?"

"Don't be mean" He squeezed you into his arms and stared at you.

"It's dumb"

"It's not dumb if it made you cry. Having bad dreams again?"

"It was nothing, I promise"

He frowned and nipped at your shoulder a bit rough.

"Hey!" He nuzzled his nose on your neck, and his fangs made another nip.

"Won't stop until you tell me."

You stilled, eyes casting at his chest.

"I saw you sleeping with... someone else. In my dreams I mean." His eyebrows rose in mild surprise and then he erupted in laughter. A true incredulous laugh.

"Don't laugh! You were enjoying it." you mumbled as tears menaced to gloss over your eyes again.

"She was so... perfect. And... You just... Have never looked at me like that."

His eyes softened and sighed.

"And-"

"No sigas." (Stop it.)

He giggled, genuinely amused

"Chula, you really think that I would leave you, my wife, the mother of my children, Mi niña linda, for someone else that offers nothing but a body?" (My beautiful girl)

It's been years since you heard that endearing nickname from him. He shook his head and his fingers unbuttoned your top pajamas and marveled at the sight before him.

You tried to cover up but he took your hands and kissed them, prying them away from you.

"Look at you."

"All gross and old and couple extra pounds"

He shook his head and smirked

"Más de donde agarrar, chula" (More for me to grab, beautiful)

His hands palmed your breast, then slid down your waist and belly.

"You have no idea how much I want you and hearing you say such things, me parte el alma." (Breaks my soul) He slid your pajama pants off your thighs, leaving you bare before him.

He groaned at the sight

"Look at that. These hips, your breast. Dios mio... Did two babies really popped out of you?

You half laughed and half sobbed.

"You think another woman would take me so well like you do?" He kissed the valley between your breast, trailing down to your navel. A little pooch on your gut, you tried to pry him away from it.

"No tienes ni idea de lo que me haces, preciosa. You were made for me "(You have no idea what you do to me, gorgeous)

He groaned as he spreaded your legs. "When you wear those sun dresses, that blue one with the little tulip print on it?" You giggled at the memory of him grabbing you at every chance he could.

"I need to fuck you in that dress. Yeah." He nodded and just when you were about to protest, your body shivered at the sensation of his mouth kissing between your folds with hunger as the back of your knees rested on his hands, spreading you to have a bit more complete access to your flesh.

You whimpered with a squirm and he smiled at the sound.

"You still thinking you're gross? When you taste so fucking delicious?" Your hands went to his hair to hold him in place and guide his tongue exactly to that spot that made you moan so sweetly for him. His hands worshipped your body, dotingly as they held you in place by your hips.

His mouth kissed, suckled and lapped at you. He groaned at every roll of your hips you did, chasing relief in his mouth. He alternated between devouring you and planting kisses in your skin. Like if in very caress, touch and word he'd convey all his love for you.

Your breath hitched, raged pants rose, You rose your upper torso and supported it on your elbows. Your toes curled in, his tongue applying more pressure to your quivering flesh.

Your hands grope his hair as you rode your high, limbs melting around him as he released you with a pop and a satisfied smile.

"Te ves divina, mi amor." (You look divine)

He removed his pants with a smile. He'd show you why only you were perfect and worthy for him. And if it took things like this for you to understand it, he'd gladly worship you every day and night.

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megalony · 12 days

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Get Your Sea Legs

This is an Eddie x reader x Evan imagine, this is a little fluffy holiday imagine. I am currently taking requests for the holiday ideas/ imagines. I hope you will all like it, let me know what you think.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Evan Buckley Masterlist

Part 2

Summary: (Y/n), Evan and Eddie take their kids on a cruise on holiday, and they have a lot of family fun and antics along the way.

(Not related to S7, no spoilers)

Enjoy.

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A cheesy, lopsided grin flooded Evan's face when he opened his eyes and took a look around.

God, he felt like a child.

He felt like the biggest kid in the room, flooded with adrenaline and wide awake despite only just waking up. He was always the same whenever he went on holiday and it didn't matter where he was or who he had gone away with. Despite his turbulent relationship with his parents, Evan had been flying high whenever they used to go on little family holidays.

He had been over the moon when he and Maddie used to go on little weekend trips together when he was a teen and she was in nursing school. He lived for the weekends where she would come down and take him to the beach. Or when he was in college and the pair of them saved up and took a trip abroad, without Doug.

Evan had never been in a steady relationship long enough to go away with a partner; not until he got together with Eddie and (Y/n).

The three of them had taken a short trip away not long after they all got together, just the three of them. It had been the only holiday they went on without any kids because not long after that, they had Lois. Since then, all their holidays had been family vacations and it was something Evan loved. He loved taking the kids away and spending time going on hikes or in the pool or sitting on the beach with them.

Evan loved his family more than anything and he loved being on holiday with them. And this was their first holiday with Tilly.

"Morning," He couldn't hide the giddiness from his voice and he tilted his head down to look at one of his partners.

Eddie was curled up into Evan's side, an arm draped over his waist and his head laid out in the middle of Evan's chest. Evan could feel his boyfriend's curls tickling his neck and chin and he felt Eddie grumble something incoherent into his chest.

He pressed a sloppy kiss to the top of Eddie's head and began smoothing his hand up and down Eddie's bare back. Both of them had gone to sleep in their boxers. The heat outside was stiffling and they had to turn the A/C right up so cold air was blasting through the room all night so none of them melted.

"Are we gonna get up?"

"Nope." Eddie grumbled back into Evan's chest, pressing a soft kiss there before he nuzzled back down. He didn't bother opening his eyes. He didn't want to get up yet.

"Papa, are we going up for breakfast now?"

A grin spread across Evan's lips again and he stretched his arm out to grab his phone from the side table. It was past nine. They didn't usually sleep in this late when they were on holiday. Especially not Eddie, even on his days off Eddie's body clock usually got him up around seven or earlier.

Evan looked around the room that was cast in a dim glow from the closed curtains. He looked across to the right side of the room where the bunk beds were.

The kids were starting to wake up. Lois was on the top bunk and she was laid with her head and arms on the railing and a wide grin on her features which crinkled her eyes. And when Evan looked down, he could see Chris starting to stir on the bottom bunk.

"Yep, we're getting breakfast, girlie. Babe, come on." Evan pressed another kiss to the top of Eddie's head and held onto him while he started to sit up, forcing Eddie to sit up too.

A groan burned at the back of Eddie's throat and he could feel his head spinning the moment he sat up. He flopped his head back on Evan's shoulder and tried to open his eyes, but he felt like going straight back to sleep for another day. Or two. Or three.

Eddie quietly whined when Evan kissed him and proceeded to get out of bed. He didn't want to get up yet.

Who's bright idea was it to go on a cruise?

Eddie never realised he had a problem with being on the sea until the boat started moving. They all boarded the boat just fine late on Monday afternoon, but when it began to move in the evening, Eddie didn't feel so great. Neither did (Y/n) when she laid in bed and could feel the room dipping from left to right.

Then in the morning, they had been on rough tides and things didn't go so well. Eddie got halfway down the hall and had to turn around, crawl back to the room and throw up. (Y/n) tried taking the kids for lunch on deck with Evan but halfway up the stairs, a mixture of vertigo and sickness washed over her and Evan had to catch her before she fell. He ended up carrying her the rest of the way up the stairs and carrying her back to the room like she was drunk.

Chris and Lois had been fine, they seemed to take after Evan and were happy running about as if the swaying boat was normal and it didn't affect them at all.

Ava started to feel queasy into the evening and Tilly, their youngest, was unsettled last night.

Evan took all four kids to dinner last night and when they came back into the cabin at seven o'clock, both Eddie and (Y/n) were fast asleep. So Evan took the kids out for a walk in the night sea air.

"Come on, get your sea legs. We're supposed to be going in the pool today." Evan stood up and stretched his arms above his head.

He laughed and glanced across his shoulder when he began to walk away from the bed and Eddie reached out to slap his behind. He advanced over to the bunk beds and waited patiently for Lois and Chris to climb out of bed before he helped them pick out some clothes.

Eddie rubbed his eyes with the base of his hand and stood up, but he only walked three paces over to the other double bed in the room. With a hefty sigh, he flopped down on his stomach on the other bed where (Y/n) and Ava were just beginning to stir.

They had Lois and Chris in the bunk beds, Tilly was in the cot beneath the window. And since there were two double beds, they all decided to switch between the beds each night, depending on how tired they were and where they flopped down at the end of the night. Last night Eddie distinctly remembered falling asleep in bed with (Y/n), but he'd passed out for the full twelve hours.

And he woke up with Evan instead, meaning (Y/n) got up at some point to tend to the kids and ended up in the other bed with Ava.

"How are you girls doing?" He gruffed quietly while he flopped his right arm out and draped it across (Y/n)'s waist.

He reeled her close and shimmied from his stomach to lay on his left side, with (Y/n)'s back pressed up against his chest. His hand slipped beneath her pyjama top and he started to dance his fingers across her bump while he tilted his head down to kiss the back of her head.

"Bit better… still feel queasy though." (Y/n) couldn't be sure whether she was really feeling sea sick or if she was experiencing prolonged morning sickness which the boat was making worse.

They hadn't exactly planned for (Y/n) to be twenty weeks pregnant when they booked this holiday. But (Y/n) was thrilled she wasn't any further along. She didn't have a massive bump yet and other than morning sickness, she was doing okay. She could still get in the pool with the kids and walk round and they could leave the boat and go on excursions. The timing had worked out rather well.

(Y/n) groggily opened her eyes and leaned back into Eddie when Evan leaned on the other side of the bed and hovered over them. She smiled as Evan planted his hands down on the bed, kissed the top of Ava's head and leaned over to kiss (Y/n)'s lips.

"Are you lot getting up, we're all hungry?"

"Bring us back something to eat… please?" Eddie added a quick please on the end when he watched Evan smirk.

"What can you actually stomach?"

"Fruit."

Evan pressed another kiss to (Y/n)'s lips and a quick kiss to Eddie before he pushed up. He could see Ava was a bit too groggy to get up whereas he, Chris and Lois were all dressed and ready for breakfast. They could go and eat together and bring the rest of them back some fruit and a bit of toast. He knew by the time they got back, the rest of them would be up and ready.

When the bedroom door closed, they gave themselves another ten minutes to lie down and try to wake up before they bothered to get up and see how they felt.

Eddie dared to stand up and take a moment to see if his legs felt stronger and if his stomach felt more natural. He and (Y/n) had missed dinner last night which should have settled their systems. This would be their second day at sea, they should feel better by now and feel more acquainted at being on the waves.

He turned the music channel on the tv and moved to open the curtains, looking at the rolling waves actually made him feel a little better.

"Do you feel okay, mi amor?" Eddie held his hands out and carefully helped (Y/n) up. His hands moved to her waist and he held her close, pecking her lips when she smiled and nodded.

Twelve hours of sleep had done them both the world of good.

"A lot better… are we going swimming this morning?"

When Eddie nodded, (Y/n) knew they were both having the same idea. They may as well get dressed into their swim gear. No point taking the time to get dressed if all the kids were going to insist on going in the pool right after breakfast. They would probably spend the majority of the day in the pool; they all loved the pool and they were at sea today. The boat wouldn't port anywhere until tomorrow at midday.

"I've got the baby," He murmured against her lips and headed round to the cot where Tilly was beginning to stir. "Hi girlie,"

"Daddy," The two year old held her arms out expectingly and grinned when Eddie scooped her up and murmured 'Let's go get a shower' against her ruffled hair.

"Can we go in the pool now?" Chris swung his and Evan's entwined hands back and forth between them and stared up at his other dad. He smiled brightly when Evan grinned down at him as they walked down the stairs. He was letting Chris lead the way towards the room. The kids needed to remember and be able to find their way back to the cabin since they were going to be on this boat for almost two weeks.

"Sure, we'd better make sure everyone else is up and ready."

Evan cast his eyes down to his left where Lois was walking a step ahead of him. If she wasn't carrying a plate of fruit and toast, she would have been running down the corridor towards the room. But she had decided she wanted to bring the food back for her parents.

Evan knew the kids would be as desperate as he was to get in the pool today, they hadn't gone in yesterday. They had taken time to get used to where everything was on the boat. They'd done a quiz in one of the lounge rooms, played basketball while (Y/n) and Eddie sunbathed and felt seasick with Tilly. And then they watched a show until they all retired to bed.

Today was their day in the pool. Evan was already wearing his swim trunks, and so was Chris. And Lois was in her costume beneath her rainbow dress.

Reaching in his back pocket, Evan found the room keycard and swiped it over the door, letting the two of them walk in first.

A smile flooded Evan's face when he looked across at Ava. She had moved one of the chairs up next to the crib so she could stare out the window. Both her hands were pressed up against the glass along with her nose so she could stare out at the blue waves that rolled by and it made Evan's heart melt. None of the kids had been on a boat like this before.

All Ava could see was a mix of hazy turquoise blue with swirls of seaweed green which blended into the pastel blue colour of the sky. There were clouds rolling by in the distance, mingling with the mist in the far distance where a patch of rain was pulling in.

"Hungry, daddy?" Lois approached the bed Eddie was leaning over and placed the plate of fruit and toast beside him. She laid on her stomach on the bed and grinned when Eddie leaned across to kiss her temple. She could see he had gotten up and had a shower, his hair was still damp, he smelled of his usual leather scent shower gel. And he was now wearing his jet black swim trunks and a matching black vest.

"I am, thank you baby girl." He pinched a slice of toast and took a large bite before he looked down at Tilly with raised brows. The toddler was laid out on the bed on her back, sporadically kicking her legs out in front of her while Eddie tried to get her changed. "Alright cheeky, come on help me out."

Reaching down, Eddie scooped Tilly up and stood the two year old up in the middle of the bed once her legs were finally in her swim suit. He pulled the costume up and wrangled her arms into it, pulling it tight over her shoulders as Tilly started bouncing and bending her knees.

"Beautiful." He whispered softly and took the scrunchie off his wrist to gather Tilly's hair up in the middle of her head. Her thin wisps of hair gathered together and looked like an antenna spiked up, but it was an adorable look on her.

With a kiss to her cheek, Eddie handed her a slice of toast and set her down on the floor and he tossed an apple over to Ava. She needed to eat something before they got in the pool. Eddie took another bite of toast and slipped his sunglasses on top of his hair, but his lips quirked into a baiting smile when he watched (Y/n) walk out the bathroom.

And when Evan turned to the side and caught sight of her, he let out a low wolf-whistle and his lips formed into a wide smirk.

The teal blue two-piece (Y/n) had on was new; the boys hadn't seen her wearing it until now. It tied in a neat bow at the back of her neck and cut low down her chest. And the underwear that matched had a thin, string bow for decoration on each hip.

She was wearing a see through white swim shawl over the top. The material was paper thin but very soft, it hung just off her shoulders and stopped a few inches past her hips across her thighs.

(Y/n) leaned a hand on the wall so she could slip into her sandals, but her eyes looked herself up and down a few times. She wanted to bring her usual red and white swimsuit, but with her baby bump she wouldn't have been able to fit into it. And if she did, it would have been way too tight. The only option (Y/n) had was this two piece. And she wasn't sure about walking around showing off her stomach.

It was all well and normal to have the boy's hands and eyes lingering on her when she was pregnant, this was her fourth pregnancy. But (Y/n) was always self conscious when she was around strangers.

She wasn't used to going swimming when she was pregnant, but (Y/n) didn't want to be the only one not going in the pool. She could always sit in the shallow end with Tilly or even just sit on the edge and dip her legs in the pool.

"Will I do?" She murmured softly, gasping when Evan hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

"You look beautiful." He pressed a searing kiss to her lips and sank his teeth into her lower lip before he felt Chris tug on his shorts with a whine. The kids were rearing to go, they were starting to get impatient.

"Are we ready, troop?"

With a grin, Eddie tossed a banana across to (Y/n) so she would eat something before he looked around their family. He had Lois stood on his left, already holding his hand and swaying on his arm and he reached out onto the bed for the bag he had packed a few minutes ago. It had towels, Tilly's pull-ups and dummies and wipes in, a beaker for her, and space so they could keep their clothes dry while they were in the pool.

He hooked the bag on his shoulder and reached out for Ava who gladly took his other hand and moved towards the door.

"Come're baby," Evan reached down for Tilly when she tried to toddle after Eddie. He wasn't letting her walk around, she would get sidetracked and take her time and if she ran ahead of them she would definitely bump into people.

He smiled at the swimsuit Eddie had gotten Tilly changed into. She was wearing her lilac swim costume with blue and green flowers dotted around it and her cheeky smile was a match for Evan's.

"Pretty baby," He cooed when he picked her up and sat her high up on his chest so she could loop her arms around his neck.

(Y/n) rested her hand on Chris's shoulder and followed out after him, double-checking that both boys had a keycard each for the room so they didn't get locked out before they left. They headed down the corridor in a line and (Y/n) smiled as she and Chris moved ahead to catch up with Eddie.

Both Chris and Ava trotted ahead and waited at the bottom of the stairs for everyone else to catch them up. And when Eddie squeezed her hand, Lois ran ahead to follow the two of them. All the kids knew they could run ahead as long as they stayed within sight and were careful of other people passing by.

"Looking good." Eddie whispered with a grin and he moved his hand to rest on the small of (Y/n)'s back as they started to climb up the stairs.

"Thank you." (Y/n) grinned, poking her tongue between her teeth as she hooked her finger into Eddie's shorts and gave a sharp tug, letting the elastic snap back against his hips. She leaned her head back and looked up at Evan as they all ascended up the stairs.

"Least you two can walk today, although I'll carry you if you want me to." He leaned his cheek on top of Tilly's head, barely breaking a sweat as they climbed up four flights of stairs to get to the top deck. It was a relief to see Eddie and (Y/n) both climbing the stairs and not swaying to one side or looking like they were about to throw up. Clearly they were finally adjusting to being at sea.

Evan was the only one who had his sea legs from the moment they stepped on board. But he had always been a natural with water; he had tried out for the navy at one point too.

As soon as the three kids got to the top and ran out into the sunshine, they came to a stop and turned round. Ava had hold of Chris's hand, the five year old was always afraid of being left behind or becoming lost. And Chris never minded guiding his younger sister along and holding her hand to keep her safe.

"Which way?"

"Left, we're off to the outdoor pool."

It felt good to be out in the sunshine. They all knew if the weather had been stormy and raining, it would have dampened their day since they couldn't leave the ship. But standing out on deck with the sun blistering hot and a slight breeze cutting around them felt lovely.

(Y/n) felt Evan's hand move to her shoulder as they walked single-file, weaving between the plastic tables and chairs set out for breakfast.

They walked through a set of doors, passed through an indoor dining area and headed back out into the sunshine towards the pool.

There weren't as many people out here as Eddie expected. He figured some of the older people may have gone into one of the lounge bars, there were a lot of quizzes on throughout the day and music shows. Entertainment was a big thing since they weren't at any ports today.

"No running." Eddie's voice was loud and stern enough to stop all three kids in front of him. They came to an abrupt stop and glanced over their shoulders to watch Eddie arch a brow at them before he flipped his sunglasses down over his eyes. He didn't want them running round here. There was water everywhere from people getting in and out of the pool and from the boat swaying side to side, sloshing the chlorine about.

If the kids ran along here they would skid, and Chris didn't have his crutches which made him more unsteady on his feet. They didn't want any accidents on this holiday.

His lips curved into a grin and he looked to the left when he felt (Y/n)'s hand slip into his and she curled her free hand around his arm. She didn't want to slip either. Her head leaned on Eddie's shoulder and she pressed a soft kiss there while he followed over to the four deck chairs the kids had comandeered for them. Right in front of the pool.

"Pool!" Tilly bashed her hand down excitedly on Evan's shoulder and started to squirm when he peppered kisses against her cheek.

"Let's get ready, then."

Evan sat down on the end of one of the navy blue deck chairs and stood Tilly between his legs. He pinned his knees into her sides so she couldn't try and run off anywhere without him or else she would end up in the pool unsupervised.

He whipped off his shirt and tossed it over to Eddie since he had the bag and kicked his shoes beneath the deck chair.

(Y/n) slipped off her sandals and curled her legs beneath her on the chair, taking a moment to look around. There was a large screen just above the dining area, playing random eighties music videos. And there were a few other families with young children about which was good for the kids if they wanted to mingle. Not that many of them would, they were all too shy for that.

"Glasses please," (Y/n) held her hand out towards Chris and put his glasses on the small plastic table beside her chair. He didn't need to wear them when he was in the pool.

All the kids were eager to get in. Chris had taken off his shirt and shoes, Lois and Ava had stripped their dresses and tossed them at Eddie and Tilly was squealing. None of them wanted to wait.

"I'll take some pictures of you all."

"You not coming in yet?" Eddie took off his glasses and stood up just as Lois grabbed his hand, trying her best to direct him towards the pool.

"Not yet, I'll join you all in a bit." (Y/n) needed to wake up a little more first and the kids could burn some energy with Eddie and Evan first. Then (Y/n) would get in and probably stay in the shallow end with Tilly and stick to paddling with her for a while.

She smiled when Eddie leaned down to peck her lips and she felt Evan kiss the back of her head before they moved towards the pool.

"Ava, with me please baby." Evan held his hand out and shimmied Tilly higher up on his left hip. Ava couldn't swim well yet, she would need to stay in the shallow end with him and Tilly. Whereas Chris and Lois were fairly good and could go further in with Eddie.

Eddie sucked in a deep breath when he climbed down the steps. God, it was freezing. He tensed his shoulders and held his breath before he sank down and submerged under the water to get it over with. If he didn't the kids would splash him and shock his system. He could feel shakes rattling through him and he grinned when he broke through the surface and Lois climbed in, squealing at how cold it was.

He began doing laps with Chris while Lois followed alone doing backstrokes. Every now and then, Eddie looked across at the shallow end and he grinned. He and Evan were going to have to swap soon, it wasn't fair to leave Evan in the shallow end and Ava got clingy when she got nervous in the pool.

Evan knelt down on the bottom of the pool and held Tilly just above the surface so she was laid on his palms on her tummy. She was kicking her legs out and splashing her arms, grinning when Evan turned her in circles to make it seem like she was actually swimming.

"Papa,"

"Come here then," He waved a hand out towards Ava, she had been swimming from one side of the shallow end to the other.

He watched with a grin as she held her head high and tried to swim over to him. He was still in the shallow end but he was more towards the middle since he had been swimming around in random patterns, weaving between the other people in here. There weren't many people in the middle.

As soon as she reached him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to his shoulders so tightly she almost pushed Evan under the surface.

"Papa- papa don't let go!"

"Ava, baby it's not deep." Evan cringed when Ava pressed her chest into his back and dug her arms tight around his neck. She would just about touch the floor if she put her legs down. She wasn't going to drown if she stayed around this level and didn't go any further.

He couldn't hold onto her and keep hold of Tilly at the same time, not without a struggle.

"Baby, come round here, I won't let go I promise."

He struggled to lean back and he tilted Tilly high up on his chest with her head on his shoulder while he curved his right arm behind him and held onto Ava. He weaved her round through the water and smiled when he had them both on his chest. That was better.

He lifted his legs up and took a deep breath, floating on his back to keep the girls in front of him and above the water.

Leaning forward, (Y/n) sighed and pulled the thin swim shawl over her head and laid it out behind her on the deck chair so people would know it was occupied. She smoothed her palm across her stomach, as if making sure the baby wasn't about to wake up and come alive, before she pushed up and slowly padded across towards the pool.

Her eyes landed on Eddie as he and Chris had a race back to the side of the pool. He was clearly hanging back to let Chris go ahead of him and the sight made (Y/n)'s heart melt.

She walked over to the edge of the pool and slowly sank down until she was sat on the side with her legs dangling in the water. She slowly kicked her legs back and forth, smiling when the boys swam over to her. Chris patted her thigh and beamed up at her when she dragged her fingers through his messy curls and pushed them away from his eyes.

"You're doing good, baby." She pecked his temple, but her attention turned back to Eddie when he swam over.

His hands immediately found her thighs and raked up towards her hips and he stood between her thighs, leaning up into her with a shark-tooth grin. His elbows pinned down on her thighs and (Y/n) could feel his fingers digging into her hips while he attached his lips to her stomach.

"Coming in yet?" He murmured against her stomach, smiling at the shiver that tore through (Y/n) while she ran her fingers through his hair.

All the water dripped onto (Y/n)'s legs and stuck to her stomach, but she didn't mind. She would get in the pool soon and join them.

"I will once I get a drink, you boys want one?"

"Nope; just you."

"Eddie-" She tried to warn him when she felt his hands rake down to grip her bum. But her arms deadlocked around his neck and she gasped when he pushed back and dragged her down off the side. Her legs hooked around his hips and she closed her eyes, feeling the water flip over them both like a tidal wave.

The cold water completely drenched her and had her body shaking as Eddie pushed up so she didn't completely submerge beneath the surface. He let her lean into his chest that rumbled as he laughed into her neck.

"You twat." She hissed in his ear but she couldn't hide her grin as she unlocked one arm from around him to push her soaked hair back on her head, away from her eyes.

Her hands moved to cup his face and she pulled him close, taking a deep kiss from his lips that she bit down on to make him groan. She grazed her foot down along his thigh so she could swat her foot against his bum in the water before she tried to stand up and uncurl from around him.

"I'm getting a drink."

The small smile on (Y/n)'s lips told Eddie she wasn't annoyed; she couldn't stop herself from smiling despite now being drenched from head to toe. With adrenaline shooting through her blood and the baby twisting and livening up in her stomach.

She kissed Lois's temple on her slow walk through the water towards her other man and the girls.

Her hands found Evan's shoulders and she attached her lips to the side of his neck, smiling at the girls. Tilly was sat in the shallow end, happily splashing her arms out in the water. And Ava was sat down a little further into the shallow water where Evan was knelt in front of her.

"Anyone need a drink?"

"Please- did you do a dive or something?" Evan dragged his eyes up and down (Y/n)'s frame while he curved an arm around her waist and reeled her into his chest. She didn't normally go straight in the deep end and she was drenched from head to toe like the rest of them.

"Daddy pulled mum in." Lois answered as she shook her head to get the water out her ears.

"Oh. I guess he woke someone up then?" His arm curved tighter around her waist so he could press his hand against her stomach where the baby was wriggling. He felt (Y/n) hum into his neck that she started to kiss before she looked back down at the girls.

"Ava, you and Tilly can come and get a drink with me… why don't you four play chicken?"

(Y/n) reached out for Tilly and hoisted her up. The two year old was starting to try and drink the water and if she did that she would make herself sick. She could have a break and get a drink and Ava could let Evan have a break since she had been clinging to him since the moment they got in the pool.

"Papa, can we?" Lois tugged on Evan's hand when he nodded. There weren't many people in the pool meaning they had the space for Eddie and Evan to have a kid on their shoulders to try and push each other into the water.

"Sure," He leaned down and held both Lois's hands, grinning madly as she screamed in delight when Evan effortlessly swung her up and sat her on his shoulders. The seven year old held his biceps to stay steady on his shoulders and she could hear Eddie shouting 'Oh no' as he moved to get Chris so they could gear up for a game.

(Y/n) sucked in a deep breath as she looked up at Evan, where Lois excitedly squealed "Get a video mummy!"

"I will baby, I promise." She pulled her lower lip between her teeth to obscure her smile when Evan pushed up from his knees to stand tall in the pool. Water poured off of him in gushes and the sun shone down on him and made his radiant smile beam and shine out. His eyes squinted from the combined water and bright rays of sun.

And stood there with his chest out, his arms tense and bulging and their eldest daughter on his shoulders, he made (Y/n)'s knees go weak.

She let him reach one hand out for her and hold her chin, tilting her head back enough so he could lean down for a kiss. He balanced Lois expertly on his shoulders so he could steal (Y/n)'s breath as he kissed her. His chest panted when he pulled back, but he started to laugh when Tilly reached out for him.

"Jealous bum," He mumbled as Tilly grabbed him a little roughly by the face, patting her hands on his cheeks as she pulled him close so she could have a kiss too. She was never one to be left out.

"Ava, come on sweetie."

(Y/n) set Tilly down on her feet and held her hand while she held her other hand out for Ava.

The three of them toddled towards the bar with (Y/n) slightly stooped over so she could keep hold of Tilly. The youngest girl was a menace and she would wander off wherever she wanted if someone didn't pick her up or hold her hand.

When they got to the bar, (Y/n) leaned down and scooped Tilly up so she could sit the toddler down on the bar. She nudged her nose against Tilly's cheek and gave her a kiss, arching her back out while her arms curved around her littlest girl.

"What are you having, sweetie?"

"Coke please… mummy they're playing." Ava tugged on (Y/n)'s arm and leaned up against her leg.

She moved her arms so they were wrapped around (Y/n)'s stomach and she gently kissed her tummy, causing her mum to smile down at her. She stayed leaning against her mum while her eyes focused on the pool.

Evan had Lois on his shoulders, Eddie was holding up Chris and both kids had locked hands and were currently pushing each other to try and knock the other into the pool. Ava let out a loud, excited squeal when she watched Lois give Chris a hard push and he and Eddie yelled as they toppled backwards and dunked under the surface.

"Papa and Lois won!"

Evan gave Lois's sides a squeeze and grinned up at her as she leaned down to kiss his temple.

They both watched Eddie and Chris resurface and Eddie shook his head, groaning as he tried to rid the water from his eyes and shake it loose from his eyes and his hair. He dragged his fingers through his hair as he swam closer until he was in front of them.

"Okay, next round is ours." Eddie tilted Evan's chin up so he could snatch a kiss and drag a finger across his jaw.

He shuffled back a few paces and hunched down so Chris could climb back onto his shoulders. "Come on, dad, we have to win."

"Mum, can I go record them?" Ava leaned back so she could look up at (Y/n) and she gently took the plastic cup of coke she was handed. She knew whenever they played games like this, someone always recorded them. And she knew both her dads would want to send the pictures and videos across to their auntie Hen and auntie Karen.

"Go on then."

Turning round, (Y/n) pressed a sloppy kiss to Tilly's cheek as she gently set the toddler down in front of her legs. She could see Ava trotting over to the deck chairs so she could find (Y/n)'s phone in her bag.

(Y/n) grabbed the tray of drinks and held them up high so she could see where Tilly was and keep an eye on her. She couldn't carry the drinks and Tilly and she couldn't put Tilly in the pool yet without supervision. She smiled when she saw Ava sat cross-legged on one of the chairs, drink in one hand and camera in the other as she recorded their family.

"Tilly, come here please." She kept her voice stern so Tilly would listen; all the kids listened whenever the boys talked in that tone of voice.

"Daddy, daddy." She paused for a moment and turned to look back at (Y/n) before she pointed ahead.

"He's in the pool. Wait for me."

She rounded the side of the deck chair and placed the tray of drinks down. It was easier to get all the kids and the boys a drink because (Y/n) knew once they got out, they would down a drink each and then climb straight back in. She could see Ava had downed most of her coke already.

"Tilly." (Y/n) hissed and weaved around the deck chair to hurry after her youngest who wasn't listening.

Her little eyes had locked on both her dads and her other two siblings and she was on a mission to get to them.

"Well, push." Eddie all but groaned as he looked up at Chris and urged him to move and put a little more effort into it. He needed to knock Lois over or she and Evan would have two games up on them. They needed to win at least one round before they switched partners and Eddie had Lois on his team.

He gave Chris's hips a squeeze and tried to stand up a bit taller to give Chris more of an advantage since he was taller than Lois. But Evan simply grinned and pushed up on his toes to make Lois that much higher in retaliation.

Eddie glanced his eyes to the left for a split second and his eyes landed on (Y/n) walking over with a few drinks. He smiled to himself and looked back at Evan who seemed determined to win another game.

But Eddie's stance froze and his eyes snapped to the left again when he heard Tilly scream.

A thunderous splash echoed through the air and made Eddie jolt. All he saw was a flash of purple and a wave of water splutter up and splash far enough to cascade across Evan's back.

She had fallen in.

She fell in the deep end.

"Tilly!"

"Fuck!" Eddie dug his fingers a little too harshly into Chris's waist, causing him to yelp as Eddie hoisted him up over his shoulders and held him out towards Evan.

Evan kept one hand on Lois while he grabbed Chris's arm with the other to make sure he could get himself settled and floating in the water. He couldn't move before Eddie was yelling "She's fell in!" as he pushed away and dove down into the water.

He hooked an arm around Chris's waist while he leaned back so Lois could slide off his shoulders and get into the water. She swam round his side and clung to his other arm and Evan moved both kids so they were in front of him. His arms stayed tight around them and he pushed forward, dragging them with him as he watched in panic.

He could just about see Eddie's black trunks beneath the water and his eyes locked onto (Y/n). She was knelt down on the edge, both hands gripping the side of the pool so tightly she was going to cut her palms. He could see the debate in her eyes but she didn't dive in.

Eddie had told her not to. He shook his head. He would get Tilly.

(Y/n) could feel Ava's hands on her shoulders and it made her realise that she was shaking.

She had been so close to Tilly, she was about to reach out for her when the toddler's foot slipped in a puddle and she toppled over. She wasn't a good swimmer. She loved being in the water and flapping about but she hadn't even started taking lessons yet. And as much as she didn't mind being splashed, she didn't like going underwater.

She could see all the other people in the nearby deckchairs had stood up and were all crowding round the edges of the pool. The few other people in the pool were getting closer and another man went under the surface to try and help. It only made (Y/n)'s stomach twist and made her sure she was going to throw up.

Everyone could of screamed when Eddie finally resurfaced again.

He coughed, spitting the little water he had inhaled while he blinked furiously to try and gather his senses and his surroundings. He took a deep breath and pushed onto his back, using his right arm to keep himself afloat while his left hand secured his youngest girl against his chest.

Tilly's head flopped back against his chest as she spewed water and grogged, trying to scream but she didn't quite have the air yet.

"I gotcha, baby girl. You're okay, daddy's got you."

Pushing forward, Eddie lifted Tilly higher up and swam to the side of the pool. He carefully handed her over to (Y/n) before he grabbed the edge and heaved himself up out of the water that suddenly felt dense and heavy like it was trying to drag him back under.

"Is she alright?" Evan hoisted Chris and Lois up out of the pool and clambered up too, following his partners as they quickly hurried over and sat down on a deck chair.

(Y/n) sat down with Ava and let Eddie lift Tilly back out of her arms. He sat down on the chair in front of her with Evan slumped down against him and Evan's chin perched on his shoulder. While Lois and Chris sat down with (Y/n) and Chris wrapped his arms around (Y/n)'s neck and leaned his cheek on her head.

"She's fine, she's breathing. Deep breaths, baby girl. That's it." Eddie kept his left hand on Tilly's chest and rubbed forceful circles along her back with his right hand. He patted her shoulders every few seconds until she coughed up all the water she had inhaled and she was finally back to screaming.

She flopped over Eddie's arm and coughed. Water dripped off them both and created a puddle on the chair and on the wooden floor beneath them, but it didn't matter.

"You should have waited for me." (Y/n) murmured softly, moving one hand to hold Chris's arm that was around her neck while she leaned over to kiss Tilly's head.

"You gave us a fright, baby." Evan rubbed his finger against Tilly's cheek while he kissed Eddie's neck, murmuring a soft "Well done," into his skin.

With a sigh, Eddie lifted Tilly up and turned her around so she was facing his chest. He slowly sank back against the chair, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of his drenched skin sticking to the burning hot chair. He tilted his head back and stretched his legs out, feeling the sun beaming down on them while he tried to catch his breath back.

His chest panted and heaved, especially with Tilly now weighing down on him, but he didn't care. He wrapped both arms tightly around her and let her curl up into his chest. Her face tucked into his neck as she began to cry, cough and whimper while Eddie pressed his lips to the top of her head and quietly shushed her.

"Okay baby, you're okay. No more swimming this morning, I don't need a heart attack just yet." Eddie smiled when he felt Evan kissing his temple.

Evan ran a hand through his hair and shook off a bit more water before he opened his arms when Lois and Ava shuffled across onto his deck chair. He sat each of them on his lap and moved to recline in the same manner as Eddie, hugging the two girls to his chest. While (Y/n) stayed sat up on her chair, clinging to Chris who was pressing down on her back and kissing her cheek.

"This holiday's off to a great start."

A grin spread across Eddie's lips and he poked his tongue between his teeth, smothering his laugh when he felt both Evan and (Y/n) reach out to slap his thighs.

"Don't you jinx us, Eddie."

#evan buckley #911 imagine #imagine #eddie diaz x reader #pregnant! reader #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley imagine #buck x reader #buck imagine #eddie diaz imagine #eddie x buck #buck x eddie #eddie diaz #eddie x reader

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en-dazed · 10 months

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morning bliss - park sunghoon

PARINGS: Sunghoon x reader

GENRES: fluffffff

PROMPT: in which you wake up in Sunghoon’s arms

WORD COUNT: 715 words

A/N: wish this was me tbh

Sunghoon could no longer remember a time when he had woken up without you in his arms. The steady rhythm of your breath against his chest, the softness of your hair tickling his chin - they were sensations that had been etched in his mind and skin, forever remembered.

Sunlight gently streamed through the curtains, casting a soft light on your sleeping face. Sunghoon stared in awe.

He could trace the outline of your face with his eyes closed. Every curve, every dip, every single freckle and imperfection was etched into his memory like a beautiful masterpiece. He marvelled at the way your lips slightly parted as you dreamed, and the way your eyelashes delicately brushed against your cheeks.

The warmth of your body against his was a comfort beyond any he had ever felt before. It was as if the universe had conspired to create this perfect moment, where time stood still and nothing else mattered except you and him.

With a tender touch, Sunghoon gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, revelling in the softness of your skin beneath his fingertips. The soft touch made you stir in your sleep, your eyelids fluttering open to reveal the eyes that he loved so much.

A small sleepy smile tugged at the corner of your lips at the sights of Sunghoon staring at you affectionately. He could’ve sworn he felt his heart skip a beat when you snuggled closer to his chest.

“Good morning.” Your sleepy voice whispered softly and it instantly dulled any melody he had heard before it.

Sunghoon pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, smiling into the kiss. “Good morning, angel.”

You pulled away slightly to look at his face. “Did you watch me sleep again?” You teased, your voice filled with amusement and adoration.

Sunghoon chuckled, his fingers tracing circles on your cheek. "Guilty as charged," he confessed, his gaze filled with affection. “I can’t help it. You’re just so angelic.”

You pushed your face into the crook of his neck to hide the blush that had spread across your face. “You’re such a romantic.” You said sarcastically but Sunghoon knew you loved it.

“Your romantic.” He said cheesily, wrapped his arms around you. His voice got lower and more serious as his hands unconsciously played with your hair. “I really am so lucky to have you.”

Sunghoon’s words washed over you and a surge of warmth and love enveloped your heart. You tilted your head slightly, gazing up into his eyes, and a tender smile graced your lips. "And I am equally lucky to have you," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

Sunghoon's fingers continued to weave through your hair, his touch sending soothing shivers down your spine. It was a simple gesture, but one that spoke volumes about his affection and care for you.

In that serene moment, you found solace in Sunghoon’s arms. The world slipped away leaving nothing and no one besides the two of you in it, left alone in your cocoon of love and happiness.

“You have this incredible way of making me feel special.” You murmured.

His voice was barely above a whisper when he replied. “You are special,” He took your chin in his hands, pulling your face closer to give your lips a chaste kiss. The feeling of his lips on yours made you melt, a contented sigh escaping you as he pulled apart. “To me, you’re the most special person in the world.”

You knew he wasn’t lying. Sunghoon was yours as much as you were his.

Silence settled between you two but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. The steady thump of two heartbeats beating together, your breathing synced and your souls connected - in his arms you were home.

In a few hours Sunghoon would get calls from Jungwon asking him why he was so late to practise. In a few hours your stomach would rumble, your need for food overpowering your sleep. In a few hours the world would knock at your door, your responsibilities for the day begging to be attended to. But for now, in this moment, you would forget it all.

For at this moment in the early hours of the morning, there was no one in the whole world besides you and Sunghoon.

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joon4eva · 11 months

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closer — kim namjoon.

summary. in which namjoon returns home from tour.

genre. established relationship ✰ smut (18+ pls)

word count: ~4,158 words

tags. unprotected sex; oral sex (f. receiving); handjob; disgusting amount of fluff; sooo much teasing; aftercare.

masterlist

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the first rays of the sun gradually made their way through the curtains casting a warm, golden light into the bedroom. you were lost in a profound slumber, enveloped by a serene and tranquil dream when an unexpected tickling sensation on your neck stirred you from your rest. a small, barely-there peck drew your attention to the area. then another. and another.

slowly coming back to the world of awareness, you discover, much to your delight, that it was none other than namjoon showering tender kisses all over your neck and arms. slowly, he traces his lips along the contour of your shoulder and places a series of tiny pecks on each part of your exposed skin. the warmth of his breath as he sighs contentedly against you entices you further into wakefulness.

his voice, still laden with traces of sleep, breathily whispers into your ear, "i missed you."

namjoon's lips proceeded to gracefully dance across your skin, akin to gentle butterflies fluttering around. they trace a tender path from your shoulder onto your collarbone before finally landing on the sensitive area just behind your earlobe. your breath catches in your throat as he murmurs against your skin - each enunciated word sending shivers cascading down your spine.

"morning, sleepyhead," he murmurs softly with a loving tone that began to ease you out of sleep even more.

as namjoon presses his warm naked torso against yours, you couldn't help but marvel at how incredibly soothing his touch was. his presence was like a furnace, filling the room with an almost tangible heat. his body curved around yours with perfect symmetry and his arms were securely wrapped around your waist.

even though you enjoy every second of namjoon's gentle affections, the growing warmth ultimately became too much for your groggy state. whining softly from a mixture of discomfort and longing for more unencumbered intimacy, you shift restlessly in his embrace.

namjoon's sudden silence takes you by surprise. he pulls away slightly – just enough to gauge your reaction – and looks at you with eyes full of hurt and confusion. "after all that time i spent away on tour," he says defensively, sulking as he frowns at the sight of the distance between you two, "you're really going to reject me now?"

biting back a small grin, you turn on your side and reach out tentatively to cup his cheek gently in your hand. "no one's rejecting you," you murmur softly. "but it's just really hot in here." you couldn't help but let out a snort-laugh at his exaggerated sulkiness and reach out to affectionately tousle his unkempt hair – an action that never fails to elicit an endearing scrunching of his nose that you loved so much.

the corners of his mouth gradually curve into a smirk before he crosses his arms stubbornly across his chest. "well, if that's all it is…" he sighs theatrically, though you notice playfulness sparking in his eyes once more as he adjusts the sheets, allowing cooler air to circulate between your entwined bodies. as namjoon leans back and allows you some space, you study his familiar features – the sincerity in his gaze, the soft curve of his lips, all painting a picture of a man who radiated love and warmth. "there. better?"

the moment you give him a nod of approval, namjoon smiles warmly and pulls you back into his embrace. this time, with the sheets adjusted, it's much more comfortable. as your bodies meld back together, you intertwine your legs with his, pulling him as close as possible.

slowly, almost hesitantly, you lift your head to meet his gaze, and time seems to pause just before your lips touch.

your eyes flutter shut as your noses brush against one another, and the gentle pressure of his mouth against yours is like a taste of heaven. the kiss begins tenderly, understated but full of emotions that words could never express. it deepens gradually as the fire within both of you ignites; namjoon threads his fingers through your hair with a firm yet delicate grip, pulling you closer and making the intensity of the kiss grow.

a soft sigh escapes from between your lips as namjoon's large, warm hands find all the spots that make your pulse race – stroking along the curve of your hip, dipping into the small of your back, and brushing the sensitive skin at the nape of your neck. every touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake, spreading goosebumps across your skin like wildfire. soon enough, the sweet passion between you escalates – a subtle ache surging through your body as you feel his length harden against your thigh. the weighty evidence of his desire only serves to coax a quiet moan from you in response. namjoon himself is hardly silent, which is something you never get tired of. the sounds he produces are like music to your ears – first soft sighs and ragged breaths escalating to eager gasps and throaty moans. you can't deny how much they turn you on; there's just something primal about hearing his desire so plainly laid bare in the sounds he makes that it sends shivers down your spine and straight to your core.

his exploring hands drift lower until they reach the waistband of your panties. with a teasingly slow motion, his fingers slip beneath the fabric, gradually daring to venture further. his touch is featherlight, teasingly gentle as he traces your folds.

a soft gasp escapes your lips as his fingertips make contact with your slick arousal. his touch is both tender and firm, his fingers tracing maddeningly slow circles around your clit. namjoon's touch is a delicate dance, his fingers caressing and exploring, mapping out the contours of your most sensitive areas. he pays attention to every subtle reaction, his touch adjusting and intensifying with each trembling breath and hitched moan that spills from your lips. with each revolution, he applies just enough pressure to drive you to the edge, only to pull back and leave you yearning for more.

"does that feel good? tell me, baby," namjoon whispers softly but demanding into your ear. his deep voice reverberates through your trembling body.

the overwhelming pleasure clouds your thoughts, making it difficult to string together coherent words. despite this challenge, you manage to breathe out through a lust-induced haze: "yes… yes, namjoon. fuck, so good." your hand instinctively reaches for his arm—fingers digging into his skin as if driven by primal force—to anchor yourself in the present moment. just as you feel yourself teetering on the precipice, he somehow senses your impending release and withdraws his hand, leaving you gasping for more.

wide-eyed, you meet namjoon's gaze, your desire mirrored in his darkened eyes. wordlessly, namjoon brings his slick, glistening fingers to your slightly parted lips. parsing the unspoken invitation immediately, you eagerly take his offered fingers between your own parted lips and indulge in taste of your arousal. your tongue swirls languidly around his digits as if drawing patterns against them—eliciting deep groans from namjoon that hint at just how much he's enjoying this interlude as much as you are.

the fleeting moment of stillness is suddenly broken as namjoon's lips forcefully collide with yours and his tongue eagerly makes its way into your mouth.

breaking the kiss, he swiftly pulls your his shirt up and over your head, his gaze fixated on your exposed breasts, your nipples tantalizingly perked from the cool air. namjoon's lips trail a scorching path down your body, hands squeezing your breasts while his lips leave a trail of wet kisses and nips. with every inch he traverses, the heat between your thighs intensifies, aching for his touch. with a flick of his fingers, he effortlessly removes your panties, discarding them carelessly on the floor. his hands guide your thighs apart, and he settles himself between them, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh.

with a slow, deliberate motion, his tongue emerges from between his lips, wetting them in a teasing display as his gaze locks with yours. then, his tongue ventures forward, delicately tracing along the folds. he explores your entrance, his tongue circling the perimeter, before plunging deep inside you, eliciting a moan of pleasure that echoes through the room.

"namjoon—," you gasp, your fingers instinctively tangling in his hair, urging him to continue. your fingers curl in the sheets as his tongue ventures deeper. namjoon manipulates his probing tongue expertly—flicking, swirling, occasionally letting it linger—masterfully alternating between subtle grazes and intense pressure as if he's attuned to the rhythm of your pleasure. his ministrations are both a slow, torturous tease and an intense rush of ecstasy.

"p-please, namjoon," you mewl. you writhe beneath him, your hips instinctively rising to meet his mouth, seeking more. namjoon's hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he continues his relentless assault on your senses. he knows your body so well, every secret spot and hidden desire, and he uses that knowledge to drive you closer to the edge.

with every stroke of his tongue, he brings you to the brink of climax, only to ease back and prolong the pleasure. he teases your entrance again, his tongue dipping inside briefly before returning to the swirling motions on your clit. the sensation is maddening, a delicious torment that pushes you to the edge of sanity.

incoherent babbling spills from your lips, fragmented words and moans blending together in a symphony of pleasure.

in a moment of lucidity amidst the dizzying sensations flooding your body, you manage to whimper out a plea to namjoon: "wait… please wait. i-i don't want to come just yet." confused by your request and with a glistening trail of your arousal lingering on his chin and nose, he gazes up at you with questioning eyes as he continues to grip your thighs firmly in place.

"i want… i need…," your voice quavers with an overwhelming mixture of emotions as you confess, "i want you inside of me."

namjoon's eyes widen for a second before a grin spreads across his face. a deep chuckle escapes him at your admission; the sound reverberates through you like waves in a calm sea. maintaining eye contact with you, he offers a teasing reply: "now who said that i couldn't give my baby multiple orgasms?" his fingers leave gentle trails on the inside of your thigh, embodying an ironic innocence given the serious and sinful nature of his words.

consciously ensuring that he remains at that tantalizing edge and not allowing you the full release just yet, he plants tender yet frustratingly sweet wet kisses on the delicate skin of your inner thighs along the path to your glistening core. it takes all of your willpower not to squirm under his touch, your body yearning for the climax that he holds just out of reach.

"joon," you whine, the sound escaping your lips in a breathy plea. you bite your lip and paw at the sheets, your fingers curling and releasing in a desperate attempt to find some semblance of control. his chuckle deepens while a sly grin unfolds upon his lips, clearly enjoying the effect he holds over you.

as you teeter on the brink once more, he lowers his head again, his lips latching around your swollen clit. the moment his tongue intensifies its assault, sucking gently and lapping at your sensitive bud, your entire being trembles with pleasure. the sensations wash over you in waves, igniting a delicious ache deep within your core.

but namjoon isn't satisfied with just his mouth. his hand slides between your parted thighs, his finger poised at your entrance. slowly, he eases his finger inside, the slick warmth of your walls enveloping him. as he plunges his finger deeper, a moan escapes your lips, your body arching instinctively toward him.

his finger curls inside you, expertly stroking against your velvety walls, searching for that perfect spot that will drive you wild. his tongue never ceases its fervent assault on your clit, alternating between delicate flicks and firm, relentless licks. the combined sensations send electric jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, coiling your muscles tighter and tighter.

your breathing becomes erratic, your moans growing louder and more urgent. the intensity builds within you, threatening to burst free at any moment.

with one final, tantalizing swirl of his tongue and a perfectly timed curl of his finger, he sends you hurtling over the edge. a strangled cry escapes your throat, your body convulsing in the throes of a mind-shattering orgasm.

namjoon, ever attentive, watches you intently, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and desire. he revels in the sight before him, your body quivering with pleasure, your eyebrows drawn together and your lips parted as you pant in ecstasy. the raw, uninhibited beauty of the moment leaves him momentarily breathless.

as the last remnants of your climax ripple through your body, leaving you trembling and breathless, namjoon slowly withdraws his finger and eases himself up, a triumphant and satisfied smile gracing his lips. crawling back up your trembling body, namjoon captures your lips in a searing kiss, feeling the taste of your arousal.

as your body gradually starts to settle, namjoon gently pulls away from the kiss, gazing upon your face with tender concern. he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before planting a soft peck against your forehead, as if attempting to smooth out the slight creases that formed. his eyes twinkle with warmth as he lets out a breathy chuckle before asking, "okay?"

you hum in response to his question. "want more, though." as your gaze drifts downward, you can't help but notice the unmistakable bulge straining against the fabric of namjoon's shorts. a smile plays on your lips as you lower your hand, deliberately palming him through the material.

namjoon inhales sharply, his eyes widening with surprise. a low groan escapes his lips as he leans into your touch, his hips involuntarily rocking against your hand.

encouraged by his reaction, you slip your hands beneath the waistband of his shorts and underneath the soft fabric of his boxers. you skillfully lower the fabric, throwing it haphazardly to the floor, exposing his throbbing shaft to your hungry gaze. namjoon's length stands proudly with a bead of glistening pre-cum adorning its tip. the warmth of his skin greets your touch, your fingers wrapping around his length. a sharp intake of breath escapes namjoon's lips as your hand starts to stroke him, your grip firm yet gentle.

his eyes flutter closed, his head tilting back slightly as a low groan escapes his parted lips.

moans escape both of you as he aligns himself with your entrance, slowly pushing inside. you gasp at the delicious stretch, feeling him bottom out within you, his size filling you completely. whimpering his name, you cling to him desperately, the world around you fading into blissful oblivion.

hungering for more closeness, your lips meet namjoon's in a feverish kiss. breathless moans fill the room as both of you lose yourselves to the passionate embrace. fingers entwined in one another's hair, needing and wanting more; it's impossible to tell where one of you begins and the other ends.

"fucking love you," namjoon breathlessly murmurs between heated gasps for air, punctuating each word in rhythm with every powerful thrust of his hips. "i've wanted this…wanted you, for so long."

with each calculated movement, namjoon hits that specific spot within you that makes your vision blur with pleasure, the sensations sending bright, dazzling specks of light dancing before your eyes. the intensity of it all causes tears to prick at the corners of your eyes as you cry out involuntarily.

unable to hold back any longer, you finally respond to namjoon's confession, raw emotion coursing through every last syllable that leaves your mouth as the words tumble out. "love you too, baby. so, so much," you whisper, breathless and in awe.

as if spurred on by your response, namjoon reacts by tightening his grip around your legs. he lifts them gently and wraps them securely around his waist before steadily increasing the force of his thrusts. he firmly pins your arms above your head, weaving his fingers delicately through yours. this change in angle allows him to penetrate even deeper, intensifying the sensations that ripple through your core.

your eyes flutter shut in the midst of overwhelming pleasure, but namjoon's voice, thick with desire, draws you back from the brink.

"look at me, baby," he coos, his voice dripping with desire.

his intense gaze pulls you back from the abyss of pleasure, and you obediently open your eyes, meeting his hungry stare. "there we go. so beautiful like this," he murmurs, "so responsive, so eager for me."

effortlessly, his hand slides between your entwined bodies, fingers deftly seeking out your swollen clit. moving with unhurried precision, he delicately traces circles around the ultra-sensitive nub with the pads of his fingers while planting a trail of warm, wet kisses along the curve of your neck. your other intertwined hand is still clasped tightly together, fingers turning white from your vice-like grip.

as if namjoon knows exactly what buttons to push to get a reaction out of you, he continues to speak. whispering dirty words of encouragement and praise that only serve to drive you closer to that coveted edge. his voice is smooth as velvet but dripping with sin as he urges you on, "that's it, baby." he gauges how close you are when he asks with a breathy tone in his voice, "you're so close, aren't you? you going to come for me?"

in response, you nod furiously between shallow breaths and bite down on your lip to stifle a moan – the sheer amount of pleasure makes speaking almost impossible at this point. without any conscious decision on your part, your hips begin to buck against him. in tandem with his deep thrusts and precise movements against your clit, a cascade of moans and whimpers escape both of your lips. you can feel the familiar coil of release tightening within you, ready to unravel.

and with a final thrust and swirl of namjoon's fingers, you cry out his name as your walls clench around him, pulling him deeper. namjoon's body tenses, and a deep, guttural moan rips from his throat. in that moment, you feel his release, warm and pulsing, painting your insides.

then stillness.

the room fills with deep breaths and the warmth emanating from your connected bodies. namjoon collapses onto you and immediately buries his face into the crook of your neck, his chest heaving with exertion.

you become aware once more of the sensations around you: the smell of sweat and cologne that fill your nostrils and the sounds of punctuated breaths intermingling in the quiet air. your limbs still wrapped securely around him—arms encircling his shoulder blades like a hug while legs retain their position firm around his waist—you bask in the shared afterglow.

heavy breaths mingle, and your heartbeats gradually slow, bringing you back to the reality of the room.

after a moment, you feel the rise and fall of his chest against your skin as he lifts his head to look at you. his eyes soften as they meet yours, and he can't help but smile as he breathes out a simple "hi."

you can't help but shyly giggle at the simple greeting, feeling a wave of love for this man wash over you as you reply with a matching, "hi."

he brings his lips down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, your nose, and then finally your lips - each touch impossibly gentle in contrast to what had transpired moments prior.

"when did you get back? i didn't even hear you come in."

namjoon grins before explaining, "the company van dropped me off around 4 am. i didn't want to wake you." feigning annoyance but unable to suppress your grin, you reply with a teasing tone, "well, you should have."

eventually, namjoon gathers enough strength to carefully withdraw from you. once free from your embrace, he pushes himself up off the bed and strides across the room. your gaze falls upon his strong naked back – toned muscles rippling and glistening with beads of perspiration. you feel your face rush with warmth as your eyes hungrily trace his form, leaving your heart racing even more than before.

he returns promptly with a warm damp towel slung across his shoulder, a water bottle, and fresh sheets.

with gentle hands, he begins to clean you up as you take turns having sips of water. the soothing touch of the fabric against your skin elicits a contented sigh from your lips. thanking him as he finishes cleaning you, namjoon suggests, "you should go to the bathroom while i change the sheets, love." you pout and let out a playful whine, feeling too comfortable to move.

he shoots you a skeptical eyebrow lift as if daring you to contradict him further but conceding to your unwillingness to move, begins to reach around you, determined to carry you to the bathroom despite your resistance. upon his first touch, a sudden surge of laughter and half-hearted protest arises, and you squeal in response to his intentions. "i can go by myself!" you manage between bubbles of laughter.

with a playful swat to your naked behind, namjoon pulls back and encourages you onward. you wobble slightly under his touch, as the surprising sensation momentarily sets your legs off balance. namjoon laughs at your reaction, rushing forward to catch you before you stumble further.

"careful there," he teases with a glint in his eye, his hands firmly supporting you. you shoot him a playful glare in response.

"you think this is funny?" you retort, feigning seriousness as a giggle betrays your attempted facade. "you're definitely going to pay for that."

namjoon kisses your temple lovingly. "i look forward to it."

once you reach the bathroom, namjoon steadies you and places another tender kiss on your forehead before retreating to change the sheets. you take a moment to pee and freshen up before making your way back to the bedroom. the sound of crisp linen being smoothed over the mattress drifts through the slightly ajar door.

as you enter, you find namjoon diligently finishing up with the fresh sheets. his naked form is a sight to behold, causing a faint flutter in the pit of your stomach.

namjoon turns to you, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you returning. "all done," he says, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

you playfully stick out your tongue. "you're so efficient," you remark, earning a chuckle from namjoon.

once you're settled back into the soft embrace of fresh sheets, namjoon joins you, wrapping his arms around you protectively.

lying down next to each other in the scented sheets, you both turn to face one another, allowing your eyes to lock on each other's.

namjoon brushes a strand of hair away from your face, studying its texture between his fingertips before leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your lips. it's slow and tender before it gradually begins building into something more passionate and fiery.

he breaks the kiss momentarily, resting his forehead against yours as both of you pause to catch your breaths. "so how are we planning on making me pay?"

a grin spreads across your face as your hands glide downwards toward his torso playfully. "well," you muse innocently at first with slight mischief coloring your tone, "there are always massages if we want to take things slow." you let silence briefly fill space between your words before adding with a sly grin: "but i think we can be more creative than that – don't you agree?"

namjoon's laughter rings through the room. "i'm always up for a little creativity."

feeling a slight shiver run down your spine due to a mix of exhaustion and slowly cooling sweat, you realize just how spent you truly are. however, the warmth of namjoon's embrace keeps the chill at bay and provides a sense of security that envelops you like a protective blanket. as if sensing your need for further comfort, he pulls the sheets up and around the two of you, the soft fabric cocooning your sated bodies.

as you lay there nestled against him, namjoon guides your head to rest on his chest – your ear pressed against his warm skin, allowing you to hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. his arm remains draped protectively around you, while he gently traces soothing patterns with his fingertips over your exposed back and shoulders, massaging away any lingering tension. feeling your eyelids grow heavy with sleep, you fight to keep them open. however, namjoon reassures you with a soft whisper.

"go ahead and sleep, my love. i'll be right here when you wake up."

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arthenaa · 11 months

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18+ mdni. read at your own risk. dom!gn reader but reader is mentioned to have a dick/strap on.

Kafka is a straightforward woman. If she wants something, she'll get it one way or another. She enjoys using relationships as chess pieces in her little game of achieving victory.

You never truly know what goes on in her head but your loyalty for her never wavered as do your other comrades; Blade and Silver Wolf.

Well, probably a bit too much like the other two.

Silver Wolf had always commented that you were too weak for the magenta-haired woman. That if she were to list your flaws from the worst to the least, she would be on the top.

Blade also gave you pointed looks whenever you tried to oppose her plans that would entail her harm. Then sometimes, when he wasn't in a bad mood which was quite seldom actually, a corner of his lips would turn up whenever he saw the two of you together.

Alright. Maybe you were a bit too weak for Kafka.

Who wouldn't if they had a relationship like the two of you had? Lingering touches and lengthened looks reserved only for each other. Who would be a fool not to notice the ongoing tension between you and the commander of the Stellaron Hunters?

The lines were too blurred for you to even decipher what exactly you two are and now as you stare at her figure brightened by the reflection of the stars beyond the ship, you can't help but wonder how fucked up things will be for you at the end.

"You're staring," She mumbles into the silence. She faces the scenic view of the galaxy provided by the large window from the comforts of your room. She turns with grace, eyes landing on your form perched up on the bed with shadows casting over you.

Her lips turn up in her signature smile as she watches your eyes gleam in the darkness. What a sight you are. Like a wolf waiting to pounce.

Her hair is down today and the shirt adorning her slender figure is a piece of clothing that came from your very own closet. It looks splendid on her with the way it loosely fits her body. The light casts a shadow of her form under the thin fabric, allowing you to gaze at the marvel of her physique. You lean back against the headboard, chin tilted up as you continue to rake your eyes at the sight in front of you.

Kafka bites her lip before turning back to the window. Silence lapses once more but you slice through it with the gentle hum of your voice.

"Do you believe him?" Your question hangs in the air

Kafka stays silent, eyes focused on the glimmering balls of gas twinkling in the void. You see her reflection, an innocent smile plastered on her face.

"Of course. Why shouldn't I?" She replies, tone filled with genuineness. "Our future is within his hands afterall."

"You give him too much credit for your work." You huff, hands splayed out on the soft blanket beneath you. She laughs at your snarky reply before turning her head towards you.

"Still grumpy aren't we?" She leans on the glass pane with her side. Her shoulder moves up against it, hair tousling gracefully with each minuscule movement. "Wasn't I enough of a distraction?"

Your eyes flicker up to lock with hers. Her smiles seems taunting as she challenges you with her own stare.

"If anything, he's the distraction," You scoff, leaning back down to lie flat on the bed. "You're my problem."

She hums as if she understands why you said what you just said. You force your eyes to shut, trying to drown out the silence with the chaos in your head. The nightmares continue even when you wake. Glimpses of past mistakes and unforgotten memories. They continue to linger with every breath. You've learned to tune them out and even then you learned because she was involved.

You feel her touch before you hear her voice.

"You wound me, darling." Her voice flows in the air like a sweetly sickening scent you can't get rid of. Her plush thighs encase your hips with each leg on each side. You feel her hair tickle your cheeks and with the slow opening of your eyes, you're met with a sight you definitely won't forget.

Hands trapping your frame, Kafka is situated on your lap— dangerously positioned on your hips whilst her face leans down close to yours. Her hair is tousled on one shoulder, cascading gracefully down her face. It grants you a magnificent view as she stares with her empty eyes and an even empty smile.

"I've ridden you like this countless of times and yet it never gets old seeing your face like this." She says it with a nonchalance that it almost makes you laugh but you remain silent, eyes peering up at her. Your hands make a home on the soft curves of her hips, fingers slipping underneath the fabric and gently rubbing the skin devoid of undergarments. It riles you up even further.

"Listening to your nightmares again, comrade?" She chuckles. She leans down, nose rubbing against yours as she continues in a sultry whisper. "Why listen when you can talk to the real one in front of you?"

"You're fucking delusional, Kafka." Your voice seems to be tainted with malice but the smile on your face says otherwise. The woman giggles deep within her chest before her other hand runs a manicured finger down your chest.

"How sweet." She replies before leaning back up and fully sitting down on your lap. You let out a groan as she adjusts her position.

There's silence once more as you watch her pull out a cigarette from the breast pocket of your dress shirt. Her movements are hypnotizing as she swiftly flickers her lighter on to set the ends of the nicotine stick to flames. She takes a long inhale from the stick before blowing it out into the air.

You smell its disgusting scent but Kafka's tilted back head distracts you from commenting on the smell. The long expanse of her neck was marred with marks from the night before. It tickles the sickening urge to lay more of your marks on her delicate skin. You push it back down as your eyes continue to marvel over her beauty.

Your eyes flicker back down on the legs encasing your hips. You lick your lips as the shirt perfectly showcases her plush thighs— the same thighs you had no problem being squeezed to death the night before. Your hands couldn't help themselves as it slowly pushes the fabric up, revealing her naked pussy.

It's positioned directly above your heat. You look up at her staring down at you, fingers moving the stick to her lips before doing another hit.

"You like it?" She asks as if she's asking something so mundane and natural. She makes a point by grinding down on your hips, moaning softy as the bulge seated beneath her rubs deliciously against her folds.

You moaned out a chuckle. "Is that even a fucking question? Of course I do."

"Right," She exhales, hips still moving away. "You just can't get enough of me do you?"

"Don't get too full of yourself." You muttered, eyes focused on her pink folds rubbing up against you. Your fingers create indents in her skin as you grab her thighs with want and lust. Your thumb stretched the side of her thigh close to her heat, pulling the skin to see more of her wet folds. Fuck.

"You're funny." She chuckles before moving her free hand up to slowly unbutton her shirt. It hypnotizes you as her round breasts come to view with each snap of a button. She doesn't shrug it off and simply lets it hang over her frame, giving you a peek of her cleavage. It does give you a full view of her pussy without having the problem of pushing it up.

"Just like that, baby." You moan as her movements grow faster. Kafka moans as your hand slams down to give a slap on her thigh before gripping it harshly.

She leans down close to you once more shielding you from further reveling in the sight of her wet folds. You flicker your eyes up toward her as he lets out short breaths. "Do you trust me?"

"You know I do." You answer in a heartbeat as she continues her ministrations.

She leans her forehead to yours before replying. "Then trust him."

Your face falls at her words and she could already tell your disagreement by the tension in your body. You turn your head away from her.

"I can't."

"Yes you can."

"I said I can't!" Your voice raises to a sharp tone. Head snapping towards her as your eyes glare at her empty eyes. The movement of her hips dies down as she just sits on your lap with her face turned towards you. Back then, you would've cowered at her stone-cold face but now, after seeing numerous emotions pass through those familiar set of features, you stare back in challenge.

"You're getting too rebellious, little pup." She replies in a condescending tone. She flicks the burnt ends of the cigarette to the floor as she takes another hit of nicotine. She then puts it out on the trey situated on your bedside table. "It's starting to get on my nerves."

"You—" You purse your lips in frustration. Her eyes are cold and emotionless as she stares down at you with each inhale and exhale of that disgusting chemical of a stick. Your eyes soften albeit still filled with anger. "You told me to trust you but what even are we, Kafka?"

Your question earned her amusement as she tilts her head patronizingly. You huff in anger.

"How adorable." She grins. You snarl at her words.

"Don't fucking play with me."

"I'm not!" She raises her hands up in defense as she chuckles. "I just think its adorable, little pup."

You heave out a breath before lying back down and covering your face with your palms.

"You think I'm a joke." You state the obvious. You allow the hindrance of your palm from your vision as a moment to say the things you need to say. "Falling for you at a time like this. How fucking funny."

You hear her soft laughter.

"I don't put a label on things I don't plan to keep forever, darling." She grabs your wrist to pull it from your face. She's met with flushed cheeks and a frustrated look— one she's quite familiar with and often fond of looking at.

"What a way to break someone's heart." You watch as she grabs your hand within her grasp, her soft lithe fingers gently caressing yours. It does wonders in that poor little heart of yours.

"Y'know," She starts in a light tone. "Things that I keep for a short while are what I cherish the most. It's the long term that gets lost in the woods."

Her insinuation causes your breath to hitch as you're suddenly met with a genuine look of adoration in her face. She presses a soft kiss on your forehead before locking eyes with you once more.

"So love me desperately and selfishly, Y/N. I'll be sure to remember it for a life time."

There's a pause as she assesses the unreadable look on her face before she yelps in shock as your arms grab her figure. You sit up at the speed of light as you lift her figure slightly up from your lap. There's comical confused expression on her face before a loud moan resounds throughout the whole room.

"F-Fuck!" She whines as her fingers grip your shoulder. With a swift grab of your length and aligning it to her entrance, you slam her down back against your lap. She twitches in your hold as the girth and length perfectly hit all the spots within her walls. She bottoms out, face flushed as she leans her forehead against yours.

Your eyes flicker to her lips before looking up at her with eyes darkened with lust. "Desperately and selfishly? I can do that."

"N-ngh," She moans as she feels you thrust up in her heat. Her hand moves up to your hair, fingers getting lost in your tresses before tightly gripping it. You groan at the pain but it doesn't hinder your bruising grip on her hips.

"You're mine," Your voice is leveled and calm as you look at her with such intensity and darkness. She stares at you with cheeks flushed from excitement and those empty eyes that seemed to glimmer all of a sudden. She meets your thrusts with each bounce of her hips.

She grins mischievously. It lights a flame deep within you. "Y-you're- N-ngh— fucking- Ah!— delusional."

A hand wraps around her throat as a smile graces your lips. The dark look on your face causes a shiver to run down her spine. Aeons, you looked so fucking hot.

"That's why I'm perfect for you." You reply before your thrusts begin to dive harder and sharper. Her moans are loud and continuous with each slap of your hips against her ass. Scratches adorn your back and the side of your arms and more marks fill the expanse of her milky skin. You fuck her with vigor influenced by your desire and love for the woman in front of you.

Your relationship with her had never been healthy. You were aware of its toxicity and the probability of her tossing you aside in favor of fulfilling more of her duties for their so-called 'future.'

But with the way she gripped your body so closely against her as if she wanted to convey her desire for you, you would almost think it was real.

Maybe it was. Who knows? All it mattered was the now and the things that will happen in the future will be dealt with in its own time.

Now it was just you, Kafka, and the truth buried amongst a pile of lies.

But as she cupped your face within her palms and the lock of your eyes with one another, a sense of desperation arises.

She softly presses her lips against yours, you're met with warmth instead of the cold that always seemed to follow the magenta-haired woman. You close your eyes as you kiss her back with the same intensity.

You pull back and your eyes lock on each other once more. Everything seemed to tune out.

She gives you a heartwarming smile that almost blinds you. You're hypnotized, enthralled, and captured by her and you didn't have the power or even the capacity to even stop yourself from falling deeper into her web of lies.

With the warmth she's giving you, maybe, just maybe.

You'd let yourself get entangled in the nihilistic future she promised to uphold.

Because this was Kafka.

The woman you loved the most.

i fucking love kafka, my queen.

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mopopshop · 9 days

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A Domestic Day In The Life

Part 2 y’all 😣 I’m gonna keep writing about this family bcs I’m actually so attached but hope you guys enjoy

words: 4k

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The soft glow of dawn filters through the curtains, gently nudging you awake to the promise of a new day. Paige is draped over your back, her hair that was previously in a bun is now strewn across your face as she snores directly into your ear.

‘Graceful’ you think to yourself.

Slowly you peel away from her to stand and tiredly stumble your way down the hall into Gianni’s nursery. At just nine months old she’s finally whittled down her waking up in the middle of the night from fifteen plus times to about two times a night. You’ve finally gotten used to getting at least five hours of sleep so you pray Gigi keeps up with this streak.

The floorboards creak as you make your way to her room, you gently push open the door to Gianni's nursery and lay eyes on her chubby face. She’s just as perfect as she was when you brought her home from the hospital, You lean over the crib, marveling at Gianni's serene expression.

Almost as if she can sense your presence her face breaks into a cry and you move effortlessly scooping Gianni into your arms and cradling her close.

"G’morning, my love” you whisper softly, your voice a soothing melody that calms Gianni's cries. The tired lines on your face soften as you gaze down at her with tender affection. Gianni's eyes meet yours, and you're captivated by the innocence and wonder shining in her gaze.

With gentle care, you settle into the rocking chair by the window, the morning light casting a gentle glow over the room. You adjust the blankets around Gianni, ensuring she's snug and comfortable in your arms. Nearby, a bottle of formula sits ready, prepared with the meticulousness of a routine perfected through countless feedings.

As you cradle Gianni close, you offer her the bottle, the rhythmic sucking sounds filling the room with a sense of peace. You sit there in the quiet nursery feeding her for about ten minutes when you start to hear movement from your bedroom, assuming Paige is up.

Once your finished feeding her you burp her for a few minutes then stand from your chair in the corner to lay her on the changing table, changing her diaper and putting her in an outfit for the time being. Just a simple short sleeved onesie adorned with flower decals and a bib, you carry her on your hip back towards your room to find Paige laying on your bed with her head propped on the headboard, scrolling through her phone.

You walk around to her side of the bed leaning down to give her a morning kiss “ ‘Mornin, baby” you murmur against her lips.

“G’mornin, mamas” she replies, her voice husky from sleep. She sits up higher in bed, having her back fully against the headboard as she plucks Gianni from your arms and places her in her lap.

“Good morning, pretty girl” she coos at Gianni as you walk to the bathroom to brush your teeth and start your skincare. Paige’s in the same position when you come back, bouncing Gigi on her knees and tickling her chubby sides.

“As adorable as this is, babe go brush your damn teeth” you chuckle “Gigi doesn’t need your morning breath all in her face when she wakes up” you say as you open your arms to take Gigi back while Paige heads to the bathroom.

But of course Paige has to pout, squeezing Gianni to her chest and smushing their cheeks together “No..” she whines.

You roll your eyes playfully “Take her with you or sumn, I don’t care as long as you get that breath in check”. Paige’s face explodes into a smile quickly running out with Gianni in tow.

You laugh to yourself, rolling back into bed and grabbing your phone to scroll through instagram. Eventually hearing Paige return with an equally giggly Gigi, they flop into bed so the three of you can cuddle.

Gianni giggles and squirms between you and Paige, her tan chubby fingers reaching out to grab at the blankets. Paige reaches over for you and pulls you flush to her side.

You nestle into Paige's embrace, feeling the warmth of her body against yours as she pulls you close. Gianni wriggles happily between you still, her infectious laughter filling the room with joy. With a contented sigh, you rest your head against Paige's shoulder, reveling in the comfort of your little family nestled together in bed.

Paige's fingers trace lazy patterns on your shoulder as she presses a tender kiss to your forehead, her love for you evident in every gentle touch. Gianni, sensing the closeness between her parents, babbles happily, her tiny hands reaching out to grasp at your braids, tugging hard for a nine month old.

Paige bursts into laughter “Damn, baby she tryna fight”

Gianni, noticing her mama’s reaction, she smiles harder tugging again with double the strength.

“Jesus fff- Gigi, baby let go of mommy’s hair please” you smile through the pain, Gianni continues a few seconds more before letting go and having her attention occupied with the TV remote next to Paige.

Paige’s still laughing her ass off and you playfully shove her over to the other side of the bed.

“P it was not that funny!” you whine

“It really was, mamas i’m sorry” she chokes out through more laughter.

“Whatever!” you scoff, smacking her again “moving on from that, what you tryna eat for breakfast”

Paige grins mischievously, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I’m kinda feelin’ waffles right now, and like a big ass side of bacon

You smack her shoulder as she turns to you with an offended look on her face. “The hell was that for?” she questions playfully.

You scold her lightly “Stop swearing in front of Gigi”

Paige feigns innocence, her expression turning mock-serious as she nods solemnly. "My apologies, Gigi," she says, turning to address your daughter with exaggerated sincerity. "Mama won't swear in front of you anymore, I promise. Even though mommy basically just did the same thing like two minutes ago” she whispers that last part.

Your jaw drops and you smack Paige again “First of all, I almost did and second of all she was being mean to me so I was justified in almost swearing, right Gigi?” you turn to your daughter.

Gianni responds with a gurgle, seemingly amused by the exchange between her parents. You smile at the sight, turning back to Paige, you can't help but laugh at her theatrics.

Paige grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Girl bye, I know what I saw but whatever” she says, her voice filled with playful defiance. "But seriously, imma go start on these waffles." she goes to get out of bed but you grip her arm before she has a chance.

“Oh nah” you laugh “No more cooking baby, trust me I appreciate it but your ability to burn literally everything you touch should be considered a skill at this point. Doordash wins this game” you say shaking your phone in her face.

“Is that how it is?? Okay you know what?- my shit may burn during the process but it turns out pretty fire” she smirks to herself.

“… I guess” you tease back “but Ihop’s already on the way with our food so..” you smile

“Wow.. she so disrespectful G” Paige turns to Gianni pointing at you while she talks.

Gianni responds with another gurgle of delight, her chubby fists reaching out as if in agreement. You both laugh at that, eventually calming down as Paige leans back grabbing the remote and turning on an old Celtics game while you grab a few toys from Gianni’s toy bin on the side of your bed. You hand them to her before relaxing on your pillows and scrolling through your phone.

“Baby, what times your game tonight again?” You ask distractedly, still scrolling through your phone.

“Seven”

“And what time do you needa be there?”

“Uh.. coach usually wants us there like two hours before to get in a little extra practice so I gotta be out of the house like.. five-ish” she responds, eyes glued to the TV screen.

“Alright, so i’ll be there around six-forty five” you say getting up from the bed to grab the food.

You come back to the room handing Paige her food and sitting on the bed with yours. You eat in comfortable silence, occasionally giving Gigi an egg to eat.

You and Paige had gotten up at eight and it’s around ten by the time you’re done eating. There’s not much to do today until the game so you and Paige hop off the bed, wiping away crumbs then Paige scoops Gianni in her arms carrying her to living room to place her in her bouncer. You straighten up the sheets then go join Paige in the living room,each finding your own spot to relax.

Paige grabs the PlayStation controller and starts up a game while you settle onto the couch, dragging Gianni’s bouncer to your side. You finally settle on watching a movie on MAX while Paige plays.

As the morning wears on, you find yourself engrossed in the movie, occasionally glancing over at Paige as she plays her game, Gianni, meanwhile, has slowed down her bouncing, seemingly tired from the morning.

Around noon, Paige sets aside the PlayStation controller and joins you on the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as she leans in close. "You want to take a nap with Gianni?" she suggests, her voice soft and inviting.

You smile at her suggestion, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you at the thought of curling up with your little family for a midday nap. "That sounds perfect," you murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to Paige's cheek before settling back against the cushions, Gianni cradled in your arms.

As the clock ticks closer to three, you and Paige stir from your nap, feeling refreshed and ready to get on with the rest of the day. Paige gently grabs Gianni from your lap, cradling her close as she coos softly to her, while you stretch your limbs and rub the sleep from your eyes.

With a shared glance, you and Paige silently agree that it's time to start getting ready for Paige's game. You set Gianni down in her playpen with a few toys to keep her occupied while you and Paige head to your bedroom to shower and change into your game day attire.

Paige quickly throws on her basketball gear, slipping into her jersey and shorts with practiced ease, while you opt for simple UCONN jersey with some jeans and a pair of Jordan 4’s. Once dressed, you head back to the living room and quickly get Gianni in her outfit, her own little white UCONN onesie and some navy leggings.

Once finished you grab Gianni's diaper bag and pack it with all the essentials: diapers, wipes, a change of clothes, and a few snacks to keep her content during the game.

As you finish packing the diaper bag, Paige emerges from the room face glued to her phone, checking for any updates from her coach or teammates, ensuring she's prepared for the game ahead. She gives you and Gianni a quick kiss before heading out the door with a promise to see you again before the game starts.

You don’t wanna sit in an empty stadium for an hour waiting so you opt to stay in the living room, finishing your movie while you feed and burp Gianni before you leave.

Once the clock hits six-forty you buckle Gianni into her carrier, taking that, your purse, and her diaper bag to the car. The drive to the game is nothing special just you humming along to the music on the radio as you pull up to the stadium.

When you arrive at the gym, you find a parking spot and make your way inside, the familiar sounds of squeaking sneakers and bouncing basketballs filling the air. You spot Paige as you walk in, giving her and the team a quick wave and smile then leaving to find your seats in the stands with Gianni.

As you settle into your seats, Gianni squirming excitedly in your lap, you watch as Paige finishes up her warm-up drills on the court. She catches your eye and flashes you a quick smile before turning her focus back to the game.

Just as the teams are about to take the court for tip-off, Paige makes her way up into the stands to greet you and Gianni. She leans in close, pressing a kiss to your cheek before turning her attention to Gianni, who reaches out to grab at Paige's fingers with chubby hands.

"Hey baby girl," Paige coos, her voice filled with affection as she gazes down at Gianni. "Mama’s about to kick this teams ass, watch" she adds with a playful wink.

You smack her arm for swearing but quickly pull her in for one more kiss.

Gianni responds with a happy gurgle, seemingly captivated by the energy and excitement radiating from her mama. You smile at the sight, feeling a swell of pride for Paige and all she's about to accomplish on the court.

Paige leans in close to you, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "Imma win this one for you, mamas"

You wrap an arm around Paige's waist, pulling her close for a brief but affectionate hug. "You always do" you murmur, pressing another kiss to her cheek before releasing her to head back down to the court.

As Paige takes her place on the court with her teammates, you settle back into your seat, Gianni cradled in your arms as you prepare to cheer on your favorite player. The game begins, and you find yourself on the edge of your seat, heart pounding with anticipation as Paige and her team battle it out on the court.

With each shot made and each point scored, you can't help but feel a surge of pride for Paige and her incredible skills as a player. The crowd erupts into cheers and applause as Paige sinks a three-pointer, her signature move that never fails to impress.

As the final buzzer sounds and the game comes to a close, you jump to your feet along with the rest of the crowd, cheering and applauding as Paige and her team celebrate their hard-earned victory. Paige looks up into the stands, her eyes searching for you and Gianni, and when she finds you, her face breaks into a wide grin, a silent expression of gratitude and love.

You clap and cheer along with the rest of the crowd and soon after grabbing you and Gigi’s things to head to the press conference room.

The press conference room is buzzing with excitement as reporters and journalists eagerly await the arrival of the players and coaches. You find a seat in the back, Gianni cradled in your arms as you watch the room fill up with people.

After a few minutes, Paige and her teammates enter the room, their faces still flushed with the excitement of their victory. Paige spots you in the back and gives you a quick wink before taking her place at the front of the room, alongside her coach and a few other players.

The press conference begins, with the coach fielding questions from reporters about the game and the team's performance. Paige listens attentively, occasionally nodding in agreement or offering her own insights into the game.

The interviewers do a great job of evenly distributing questions but quite a few of Paige’s have to do with you and Gianni which makes you flush and duck your head down in embarrassment.

“We noticed you gesturing towards your partner and daughter during the game. How much of an influence do they have on your performance on the court?" one interviewer questions.

Paige smiles as she goes to answer the question “Yeah um, my partner Aniyah, she’s back there hiding her face ‘cause she gets embarrassed when y’all mention her” she points to the back of the room where you’re sitting with Gianni, becoming more embarrassed when everyone turns to look at you. “But yeah, they’re my biggest supporters, both on and off the court. Seeing them in the stands fuels my drive to perform my best and make them proud. They're my rock, and their presence reminds me of what's truly important in life.”

A few more questions are asked before they come back to Paige.

“Speaking of your family, how do you balance the demands of being a professional athlete with your role as a parent and partner?"

"Balancing my career with parenthood and my relationship is definitely a challenge, but it's one I gladly embrace, you know. It’s just a lot of effective communication, and a lot of teamwork, both at home and with my teammates. We make it work because we're committed to each other's happiness and success." The reporters nod and smile continuing with the other players.

As the press conference continues, Gianni starts to get restless and you panic since you’d run out of snacks just as the game ended. This conference couldn’t be any longer, Gianni has started to whine and thrash which is getting you looks from staff in the room.

“… think about was executing the shot and helping my team clinch the win. It's moments like those that mak-“ Paige pauses in the middle of her answer, catching your eye with a concerned look on her face. You try to silently communicate back that she doesn’t need to stop anything but clearly Gianni has other plans as she responds to this interaction by crying. Loud.

Paige immediately stands up walking to the back of the room and swiftly plucks Gianni from your arms, not even checking to see your reaction. She returns to the table and without a beat continues the interview.

Gianni immediately ceases her crying opting for shoving her hand in her mouth and staring at the reporters in the room. Paige chuckles in the middle of her sentence due to the sudden silence.

She answers a few more questions from the reporters, as the press conference comes to a close, Paige thanks the crowd for their support and invites them to join her and the team for a brief meet-and-greet outside the gym.

You and Gianni stay by Paige's side as she shakes hands and poses for photos with fans, feeling a sense of warmth and camaraderie in the air. As the crowd begins to disperse, you wrap your arms around Paige, pulling her close for a sweet embrace.

"I'm so proud of you, baby," you whisper, pressing a kiss to her lips . "You played amazing out there."

“That? Light work” she smirks with a playful grin “Thank you, mama’s” kissing you lightly on the cheek.

Since you and Paige had came in different cars, you let her know that you and Gianni are gonna head home while she finishes things up here. Grabbing your bags and Gianni you give Paige a quick kiss goodbye and head to the car.

As you drive home with Gianni in the backseat, the excitement of the day slowly gives way to a sense of calm and contentment. Gianni babbles happily from her car seat, occasionally pointing out the window at passing cars and colorful signs.

When you arrive home, you're greeted by the familiar sight of your cozy apartment, the warm glow of the lights welcoming you back. As you step inside, you set Gianni down in her playpen with a few toys to keep her occupied while you unpack her diaper bag and grab a few essentials for her bath.

Shortly after you and Gianni settle in, you hear the door open and Paige's cheerful voice fills the air. She walks into the living room, a smile spreading across her face as she sees you and Gianni.

"Hey, mamas," she greets, dropping her keys on the counter and making her way over to where you and Gianni are sitting. She leans down to press a kiss to Gianni's forehead before turning to give you a kiss.

"Hey, baby," you reply, “I’m gonna go ahead and give G a bath while you start on dinner”

Paige nods, heading to your room to change real fast before she starts. While Paige starts on dinner, you gather Gianni's things and head to the bathroom to give her a quick wash up. Gianni splashes and giggles in the warm water, her chubby fingers reaching out to grab at the bubbles floating in the air.

After her bath, you wrap Gianni in a fluffy towel and carry her back to her nursery to get her dressed for dinner. She squirms and wriggles in your arms, her excitement unwavering as she squeals.

Once Gianni is dressed, you make your way back to the kitchen, where Paige is just putting the finishing touches on dinner. Something nice for the two of you, loaded baked potatoes with greens and for Gigi, ground meat and mushed sweet potatoes.

You and Paige sit down at the table together, Gianni seated in her high chair between you. Paige serves up generous portions of food onto each plate, and you dig in eagerly, savoring the delicious flavors of the meal.

As you eat, you take turns feeding Gianni, who eagerly accepts each spoonful of food with gusto. She babbles happily between bites, her infectious laughter filling the room.

After dinner, you and Paige take turns cleaning up the dishes while the other entertains Gianni. Once the kitchen is clean, you gather Gianni's bedtime essentials and make your way to her nursery.

Paige is quick to pluck her from your arms, smothering her face with kisses and blowing raspberries on her cheeks. Gianni explodes into giggles, squealing at her mama’s behavior.

“Babe, you’re gonna rile her up before bed” you complain playfully.

“Don’t care, she’s my baby girl” she pouts, shoving her face in Giannis cheeks. “Can we just put her to bed later or sumn, she don’t needa go to bed this early” she whines again.

“Yeah no, if she doesn’t go to sleep now she’s not gonna sleep at all” you go to grab Gianni but Paige shifts her body so she’s out of your reach.

“Paige.”

She groans, reluctantly passing Gianni over to you “You stay tryna take my daughter from me bro.”

“I know, i’m a monster” you respond sarcastically.

Laying Gianni in her crib, you and Paige kiss her goodnight before turning on her white noise machine, shutting off the lights, and slowly closing the door.

As Gianni drifts off to sleep, you and Paige make your way back to your bedroom, ready to wind down for the night. You opt to take a shower first, washing off the grime from the day, then heading back to your room to lotion up and change into pajamas. You grab one of Paige’s hoodies from her drawer and a pair of shorts.

Paige heads to the bathroom to wash up while you take a seat on the carpet in front of your floor length mirror to remove your makeup and complete your nighttime skincare routine.

Once you're done, you join Paige in the bathroom, where she's already brushing her teeth. You grab your toothbrush and join her at the sink, both of you silently going through the familiar motions of your nightly routine.

Paige finishes before you and after brushing your teeth, you head back to the bedroom, where Paige has finished getting dressed, just her regular nighttime fit, a sports bra and some shorts, she’s already climbed into bed and turned on the TV. You settle in beside her, snuggling under the covers as you flip through the channels, searching for something to watch.

You eventually settle on a rerun of The Big Bang Theory. Paige wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you cuddle up together, the warmth of her body a comforting presence against yours.

As you watch TV together, you chat idly about the day and things to come, sharing stories and anecdotes as you laugh and relax in each other's company. Gianni's soft snores drift in from the baby monitor, a gentle reminder of the precious little life you've created together.

Eventually, the weight of the day catches up with you, and you find yourselves growing drowsy as the minutes tick by. Paige reaches for the remote, turning the TV down and setting it aside as she settles back against the pillows.

You curl up beside her, sinking into the warmth of the blankets as you nestle against Paige's side. With a contented sigh, you close your eyes, feeling the gentle pull of sleep as it tugs you into its embrace.

Wrapped in the warmth of each other's love, you and Paige drift off to sleep, the soft sounds of the night lulling you into dreams filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a new day.

#uconn wbb #paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #uconn huskies #wlw #women’s basketball #ncaa women’s basketball #ncaa #domestic fluff #domestic bliss #family

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A/n: this is my delayed Christmas gift to you all, I hope you enjoy and a happy new year 🎊 🫶.

New years shenanigans

"Y/N get out of bed, the fireworks are about to start!" Robert yelled from downstairs and you groan before pulling a pillow over your head to silence the shouting.

You and the marvel cast were invited by RDJ to spend the night at his mansion to celebrate the New Year and watch the fireworks since his mansion looked over the city.

But you being you, got tired and decided to take a nap (over sleeping and not wanting to leave the warmth of the bed) and now it was almost midnight when the fireworks would start.

"I swear to god come down now or me, Hiddleston and Evans will come and drag you down!"

"But this bed is so warm" you whined softly as you snuggled further under the blankets.

"Alright that's it" Robert yelled and you heard 3 pairs of footsteps coming upstairs, you squealed and quickly pulled the blankets over your head to hide before the door was opened.

You heard them coming closer before Tom Hiddleston ripped your blanket off and tackled you onto the bed as you tried to run away.

"Now that's not very polite Little Dove" Tom mused as Chris Evans pulled your arms over your head and Robert took your feet in a chokehold to keep them still.

"SorRYHAHHAHAHA" i burst out laughing as Tom suddenly digged into my ribs.

"What did you say? I couldn't quite hear you there, did you hear her Evans"? Robert said with a grin as he traced your soles.

"Nope I didn't understand a thing" Chris grinned and tickled your neck softly.

"GHAHAHHHA YOU JERK'SHAHHAHAHAH"!

They all faux gasped and you knew you were done for, all of them went full in on your death spots.

It. Was. Torture.

Your scream of laughter went through the mansion as you trashed around, your face red from all the laughing.

"Are you going to come out of bed now?" Tom asked with a smirk as he looked down at you.

"YESHAHHAHAHA"!

"You promise?"

"I PROMISEHIHIHIHIHIHI"!

They let you go and you immediately curled up into a ball "i hate you guys" you mutter with some soft giggles as the ghost tickles slowly went away.

"You love us, now come on or we are gonna be late for the fireworks" Chris smiled and pulled you to your feet.

You all rushed downstairs to the rest of the cast who stood outside, counting down the last seconds of 2023.

"They got you too huh"? Scarlet asked as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders.

"Yeah" you said with a soft chuckle.

"Those three are a serious pain sometimes" Sebastian said as he stood next to you.

"Oh you love us" Chris grinned as he punched Sebastian shoulder and quickly stood next to Hemsworth for protection as Seb looked at him daringly.

"5"

"4"

"3"

"2"

"1"

"HAPPY NEW YEAR"!!

You all hugged each other as the sky littered with fireworks, illuminating the night's sky.

And as you stood there, in the arms of people who truly loved you, you couldn't believe how lucky you are.

The marvel cast is a family and you were honored to be part of it.

#tickle fic #marvel tickle #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ticklish ribs #tickle punishment #ler!tom #tom hiddleston #chris evans #robert downey jr #RDJ #chris hemsworth #sebastian stan #scarlett johansson #new year #happy new year #marvel cast tickle

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As the sun's gentle rays streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room, you slowly stirred awake, greeted by the peaceful stillness of the morning. The soft sheets tangled around your body, and you shifted slightly, feeling the weight of Jake's arm draped over your waist, holding you close in a comforting embrace.

A content smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you turned your head to gaze at him, your heart swelling with affection. His features were relaxed in slumber, his lips ever so slightly parted, allowing soft snores to escape, tickling the skin on your neck where his head was nuzzled.

With a gentle touch, you traced your fingers along his forearm, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. Jake shifted slightly, a contented sigh escaping his lips as he nuzzled even closer, seeking comfort in your presence.

You took a moment to savor the sensation, the feeling of being cherished and protected in his embrace. It was in these stolen moments, where the outside world seemed to fade away, that you found solace and peace.

Lost in your own thoughts, you allowed your fingertips to trace the contours of his jawline, reveling in the texture of his stubble against your skin. Jake stirred again, his grip around your waist tightening as he nestled his face into the crook of your neck, seeking a deeper connection even in his slumber.

A tender chuckle escaped your lips, filled with amusement at his sleepy antics. You marveled at the way he effortlessly intertwined his life with yours, even in the simple act of sharing a bed.

You shifted slightly, your movement eliciting a murmured response from your boyfriend. His voice, still tinged with sleep, vibrated against your skin as he mumbled unintelligible words.

"You're awake already?" His voice was husky with sleep, but filled with genuine warmth as he gradually became more conscious of his surroundings.

"Mmm, just a few moments ago," you replied softly.

His grip around your waist loosened slightly as he lifted his head, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. The drowsiness in his gaze quickly gave way to a spark of affection as he took in your expression.

A sleepy smile graced his lips as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "Your beautiful even in the morning."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his compliment, a testament to the power he held over your heart. "Flattery won't get you out of making breakfast," you teased, poking him gently in the side.

He chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest and sending vibrations against your back. "Only if you promise to stay in bed a little longer."

You nodded, your heart swelling with affection as you leaned in to press a tender kiss against his lips. The world outside the room seemed distant and insignificant, as if nothing else mattered except this quiet, shared moment.

As you pulled away, still relishing in the connection, his gaze held yours, "I love you," he whispered, his voice laced with sincerity.

"I love you too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

With a contented sigh, Jake nestled his head back into the crook of your neck, his breathing gradually evening out as he succumbed to the gentle pull of sleep once again. And as his breathing synchronized with the rhythm of your own, you closed your eyes, surrendering to the blissful embrace of dreams.

" shamefully, a lazy remix of my old terry fic... i love it tooo much to not have it on my new blog ㅠㅠ this is my happy jiwuu debut fic!! new blog new me is real. "

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Thrown - Chapter 47: A Winding Path

Summary: Loki contemplates your past, and his.

Word Count: 1,339

Author's Notes: We've got a lot of mushy feelings to get through before this is over. But I guess if that was a problem for you, you probably wouldn't be reading this fic in the first place.

Thrown Masterlist Loki Masterlist

Loki woke before you, as he often did. He lay on his back, in your bed. You were tucked against him with your head on his shoulder. He took a moment to do nothing more than relish the feeling of your skin on his. Your breath was soft and the sun creeping out from the edges of the curtains was casting a gentle glow to the room. These quiet moments in the morning would likely be his favorites, if the nights before didn't offer such steep competition.

Quiet moments were in short supply. With Midsummer only weeks away the days in New Asgard were marked by an increase in frenzy. Thor would surely be calling on him soon to assist with one project or another. If it wasn't something to do with the construction of the hall or the impending ball therein, then it would be any number of tasks that were still necessary when rebuilding a society. So Loki stole every quiet moment that he could.

He looked down at you resting against him and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. His eyes traveled to your arm draped across his chest and his smile faded. Most of the time, when he saw your scar he would be reminded of the stories you told. Ridiculous, absurd tales that ensured a laugh. Morsels of joy. Sometimes, however, he would be caught off guard by the memory of the truth. Fury would bubble inside him and he couldn't help but think of the pain you suffered. He imagined the fear you felt in that moment and he wished he could reach out to you as you were then and pull you into his embrace. He was aware of the shame you carried regarding the situation, even now, and that angered him also. Inevitably he felt the desire rise in his chest to find the one who did this to you, this man who thought he had the right to hurt you in any way he chose, and show him a mirror of his cruelty. You rarely spoke of him, and Loki suspected it was in part to avoid giving away his identity. This was one of the many ways you were wise, because Loki was sure he knew where to find that villain he would set off at once. Though, Loki had to admit that a single word from you would stop him seeking revenge. It wasn't his revenge, after all. The temptation would be strong, however, to leave before your word was given.

Loki stared at the mark on your arm and took another moment to marvel at you. In his past he had always turned hurt into more hurt. Anger, distrust, distance, he would don these like armor in an attempt to avoid further vulnerability. To see you having gone through such treatment and come out the other side so soft and open, it amazed him. It inspired him, perhaps, considering where he was now. Lying in bed with his mortal lover. He came here as nothing but sharp edges, and you had been soft enough for the both of you, until he could find something gentler inside himself.

He reached and traced a finger down your scar. He wondered if he could heal it. It was likely beyond him, but he had never tried such a thing before.

You shifted, and he heard the now-familiar sigh that meant you were stirring. You mumbled something and shuffled closer against him. "I'm sorry, darling." He whispered and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I didn't mean to wake you." "Mm. It's fine. We should get up." Despite this proclamation, you did not make any movement toward your stated goal. This suited Loki just fine.

He trailed his fingertips over your arm, once again following the line of your scar. He lightly traced the mark upward from your wrist. "Does it bother you?" "Tickles a little." You mumbled. He breathed a laugh. "No, the scar." His fingers wrapped around your forearm now, his thumb ran across the offending blemish. "Would you rather not have it?" You looked up at him curiously, finally properly awake. "What?" "I may be able to heal it." He lifted your arm to examine it. "I can't say for certain, but it might be possible." "Really?" You looked down at the old injury with disbelief. "Possibly." He let your arm rest against his chest again. "Would you like me to try?" You thought for a moment, but only a very brief moment, before answering. "Nah." His brows raised in surprise. "You wouldn't want to be rid of it?" "Hani would be so disappointed." He scoffed. "I'm sure she would understand." "I see what this is. You just want all of her attention on you." He laughed, then gently tilted your face toward him. "Tell me truly. You would keep it? This physical reminder of a terrible pain?" You smiled sweetly at him. "Of course." He laid back and stared at the ceiling. "I may never understand you." You laughed and propped your head on your elbow, to better look at him. "It was a bad night. Many bad nights. Many years ago. I will never be happy that it happened, but it's a part of me now." You raised an eyebrow in challenge. "Is there really a part of me you would change?" "Your impertinence." He laughed and scrambled to catch your hand as you pinched his side. "Alright, alright, I yield." You leaned closer over him, your chest pressed to his as you met his face. "It's not a good memory, but it was a step on the path that led me here. I have to be just a little bit grateful for it. If I hadn't been there then, then I wouldn't be here now." You placed a kiss on his cheek for emphasis. "And I really like where I am now." "Hm. Finally, a sentiment I can share." He murmured as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight against him.

Eventually, after several instances of the both of you repeatedly agreeing that it was time to start the day, you reluctantly extricated yourselves from the bed. Loki started breakfast and watched you from the kitchen window while you tended to the livestock. The meal had barely been concluded when Loki's expectations were proven right; a message came to your phone from Thor, requesting his assistance. He bid you farewell and for just a moment he was struck by how routine all of this felt now. It came so naturally, this domestic ritual. It felt secure. Steady. It brought him a sense of bliss that compelled him to sweep you into another kiss before leaving.

As he walked down the road from your home he looked ahead to New Asgard, which was already bustling with morning activity. This, too, brought him joy. Then his mind wandered back to your scar, and your insistence that it stay. He was sure that you hadn't even considered removing it. His thoughts drifted to his own winding path that had brought him here. His father, and the secrets he kept. His captivity with Thanos. New York. The TVA. Each had been a turn he would rather not have taken. And yet he couldn't deny that they had led him to this point, eventually. Each step had brought him to closer you.

Still, he couldn't find it in himself to feel grateful for these events. They may have had a part in making him who he was, but even now it all still felt so raw. Like open wounds. And perhaps that was the trouble. A scar was different. It was a sign that healing had occurred, even if the flesh was not returned to its original state after.

He could hope for healing. Right now couldn't appreciate the wounds that brought him to where he is, even if it is somewhere he wants to be. Perhaps with enough time, one day he could.

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#loki #loki x reader #mcu loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #reader insert #loki thrown #oh shit I gotta come up with next chapter's title

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siyooungi · 7 months

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pleaseplease could you write just some pure domestic fluff with chaewon?😭 just chaewon cuddling with femreader would make me ecstatic, thank you!

A/N: I apologize for being gone for so long! School has been really demanding, therefore I haven't had much time to finish the fics I had started previously.

Pairing: Chaewon x Fem!Reader

Idol: Kim Chaewon (Le Sserafim)

Warning(s): None!

As the sun's gentle rays peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room, you slowly stirred awake, feeling the softness of the sheets against your skin and the presence of a familiar body beside you. A contented smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you realized you were enveloped in the loving embrace of your girlfriend. She was sleeping peacefully, her delicate features highlighted by the morning light. You couldn't help but be captivated by her serene beauty, even in the simplicity of this intimate moment.

With a tender touch, you slowly reached out and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, marveling at the way she melted into your touch, her lips curving into a small smile as she began to stir. Chaewon's eyes fluttered open, revealing the sparkle of affection that always seemed to reside within them.

"Good morning, my love," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. She responded with a sleepy hum, her voice filled with warmth and love. It was a symphony of love that played between you, a melody that was uniquely yours.

You stretched, relishing the tension leaving your muscles and popping joints. You were so engrossed in the huge stretch that when you opened your eyes and put your arms back down, you were stopped by arms wrapping around your torso. Chaewon snuggled closely and you couldn’t help but giggle at her need for cuddles in the morning.

You couldn’t and wouldn’t refuse her, happily wrapping your arms around her and placing a kiss on her forehead. You always found yourselves drawn to each other's embrace. The morning cuddles were always a cherished ritual for both of you. Wrapped in each other's arms, you reveled in the comfort and security you found in one another. Time seemed to slow down as you exchanged gentle kisses, your lips meeting in soft, tender caresses. The outside world faded away, and it was just the two of you, lost in the sweetness of the moment.

After some pleasant silence, you felt compelled to inquire, “Should we get up and-” Your question was swiftly cut off by her arms tightened around you, pulling you closer as she nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck. The softness of her breath tickled your skin, sending shivers down your spine. To add to that, the loud feigned snores that followed was all you needed to know before you pulled her impossibly closer, chuckling softly and closing your eyes

Eventually, the allure of breakfast and the prospect of a cozy day together enticed you both to leave the comfort of the bed. Slowly untangling yourselves from the embrace, you sat up together. With a shared smile, you padded into the kitchen hand-in-hand.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as you prepared a simple yet satisfying breakfast, enjoying the quiet companionship that permeated the room. The rhythmic clinking of knives against the cutting board created a soothing melody that accompanied your conversation, filled with laughter.

As the omelet sizzled in the pan, Chaewon's hand found its way to yours, her fingers lacing with yours in a comforting gesture. You stole glances at each other, your eyes speaking a language only the two of you understood. It was a language of love, trust, and unwavering commitment.

Once the food was prepared, you both sat down at the table, enjoying the delicious spread before you. With each bite, you couldn't help but marvel at how perfectly your lives intertwined. The domesticity of the moment felt like a dream come true.

After breakfast, you and Chaewon spent the day engaged in a myriad of activities. From cleaning and organizing to tackling a few errands, every task was made infinitely better with each other's presence. The simple act of being together, sharing mundane moments, held an extraordinary significance.

As evening descended, you found yourselves curled up on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket. Chaewon's head was nestled against your chest, her steady breaths lulling you into a state of tranquility. Her fingers traced delicate patterns across your skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The world outside may have been chaotic, but in this intimate bubble, you found solace and peace. With a content smile, you pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, feeling an overwhelming surge of love for the person who completed you.

In that quiet moment, you realized that it wasn't just the grand gestures or extravagant adventures that defined your relationship. It was the little things—the shared laughter, the stolen kisses, and the warmth of being together in the simplest of moments.

Knowing you couldn’t bring yourself to get up and sleep in your shared bed, you separated yourself from the embrace and moved to lay down on the couch. Chaewon watched your every move, pouting at the newfound space between you. Without any hesitation, you opened your arms, inviting her in. Her pout immediately morphed into a smile as she eagerly plopped down on top of you, causing you to huff at the sudden weight. You allowed her to make herself comfortable before you wrapped an arm around her, using your free hand to play with her hair as she rested her head on your chest, sighing contently.

In the sanctuary of your love, time seemed to stand still, allowing you to savor every precious second together. And as you drifted off to sleep that night, entangled in each other's arms, you knew that tomorrow would bring more beautiful moments to cherish, more gentle caresses, and more soft kisses that would forever remind you of the depth of your love.

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

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ficsandgiggles · 10 days

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How to Win A Tickle Fight (Scarlett Johannson x Florence Pugh x Reader)

Authors Note: this was so fun to write, thank you so much @marinasmarvel for the adorable prompt, I hope you enjoy it 💞

Word count: 1181

Warnings: Cute as fuck

“Hey everyone, welcome back to my channel! Now as you know I am a huge fan of Marvel, and I’ve wanted to try and get some of their incredibly talented cast members on here. Well, today is the day, I am unbelievably honoured to introduce the amazing Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova!”

Scarlett and Florence both slid into view, sandwiching you in between them. You still couldn’t believe this was happening. Your humble self didn’t think that your channel was anywhere big enough to ever get to this point. Yes, you had a few million subscribers, but so did hundreds, if not thousands of other people.

When Florence reached out to you, saying she loved your content and your creative theories, she was eager to be a guest on your channel, so the two of you arranged a date and time for her to come to your place. It was only a couple of days before when she casually said that Scarlett would be joining as the two of them had been hanging out. She wanted to keep it a surprise but blurted it out as she was too excited to hide it from you.

The three of you hung out for a little bit before you started filming, you explained how this could take a bit of time as you had received an overwhelming amount of questions and you’d have to cut out some of the answers, but it was best to cover bases.

Throughout this time, Scarlett and Flo were physically close, occasionally poking sensitive spots if one of them got distracted, you couldn’t help but blush. You purposely chose a question where they asked the two actresses to expand on what specific trust exercises the two did and, more specifically how to win a tickle fight, as it was obvious the two of them got into a lot of them on set.

Even before you started filming, the two were bickering and poking each other, you just rolled your eyes, but there was a small part of you that was jealous, you had watched too many times to count the interviews where Flo would talk about their playful fights and attacks whilst they were filming.

They didn’t know about your upcoming question though, and you were so excited to ask it.

The questions started flowing, they ranged from their favourite on-set snack to their favourite Outset product (of course, Scarlett put a lot of playful pressure on Florence)

Eventually, you decided to drop the question on them.

“So the two of you got up to a lot of mischief during your time filming Black Widow, and a very interesting question was asked someone. What is the best way to win a tickle fight?” You asked with a grin, looking in between the pair. Scarlett looked at you with raised eyebrows, she was a little suspicious that you seemed more than excited to ask that question but didn’t push it for how.

“A surprise attack!” Florence announced and launched behind you to dig into Scarlett’s armpits, making her squeal and slam her arms down against her sides, cackling with giggles.

“FLOHOHO!” She laughed and pushed her away whilst leaning away herself, making the younger actress laugh fondly and move back to where she was sitting.

“Well first of all, you need to get an overly sensitive person.” She said and stared at Florence, who gasped and put her hand on her heart, pretending to be offended.

“I am not that sensitive!” She said, shaking her head. “You just have to find a sensitive spot, like everywhere on Scarlett.”

The two of them bickered for a little bit, you’d jump in with the occasional comment but all in all felt a little bit left out, you enjoyed the gossip of what happened behind the scenes but sometimes you felt like you weren’t in the room with them.

“Or if you’re two against one, you can just do this!” Scarlett suddenly announced and pounced on you to dig into your ribs, causing you to yelp and fall back towards Florence, who pinned your arms above your head with a cheeky smile as she looked down at you. “Hello.” She said casually.

“Nonono, help!” You squealed out, pulling at your hands as you already began giggling nervously, Scarlett looked at the camera briefly before looking back at you.

“I don’t think a camera can help you.” She grinned and already began skittering her fingers all over your sides and belly, as Florence wiggled a single finger under one of your arms as she held them up.

“Guys!” You squealed out, immediately breaking into giggles as you kicked and squirmed about, you couldn’t quite process what was going on just yet but I wasn’t complaining too much, this was a dream come true.

“Hey, you should do what I do to break you,” Scarlett suggested to Florence with a cheeky smile, but Florence simply returned the cheeky smile and stopped your armpit torture, making the other actress roll her eyes and reach over to squeeze rapidly into her side, making her cackle and then drill her thumb into your armpit.

“So I guess you have to experiment with every spot until you find the one that makes them crack,” Florence said casually as Scarlett moved to shake your ribs, making you cackle and arch your back. “That’s a good example.” Florence teased with a fond giggle as you whined in response.

“I'm right here!” You squealed between fits of giggles, shaking my head as you tried to kick out.

“Hm, another thing we used to do is raspberries, like all the time,” Florence added with a smirk as Scarlett grinned, watching as Flo leaned down towards your neck. “Oh, that’s cruel.” She told Florence before the young actress blew a huge raspberry on your neck.

“FUHUHUHUCK!” You screeched with laughter, kicking and shaking your head as Scarlett shook into your belly. “No swearing, Y/N! You may get demonetised!” Florence giggled along with you but noticed your laughter go silent and let you go.

Scarlett pulled you into a hug and turned to face the camera. “And that, lovely audience, is how you win a tickle fight.” She announced proudly as Florence joined in with the hug, sandwiching you into a cuddle between them.

“Thank you for watching everyone and we hope you have taken in some valuable lessons from this to wreck others if you need to. Say goodbye, Y/N before we wreck you again off-camera!” Florence grinned enthusiastically and squeezed your side to prompt you.

You blushed madly, looking into the lens of your camera. “Enjoy making edits and memes of this, I’ll see you in the next video…” you murmured, all flustered and shy.

Scarlett reached and turned the camera off, smiling fondly at you. “I think it’s time for a real tickle fight now.” She grinned, as she and Florence dragged you to your bed, you took in their lessons and you had a fun and fair tickle fight, and it was one of the best moments of your life.

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DD part 6

Fem reader x Miguel O'Hara

Synopsis- fem reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home... plot inspired by the original comic.

Commissioned art by ejpuki on Instagram

Part 1 (contains link to all prior chapters)

Word count: 2k

@mysteris-things @averagefloydlover @roserfz27

@latenightcravingz

TW: MINORS DNI, BLOOD, LITTLE ANGST, SUGGESTIVE CONTENT, NO MAJOR SMUT YET, JUST SEXUAL TENSION AND MAKING OUT, age gap(reader is 26, Miguel is 34)

A/N: Sorry y'all, I need to drag this out just a tiny bit so I can make this series at least 10 parts, otherwise I feel like I didn't meet my mission of making a full length series fanfic. I also tried a little harder with the Spanish. (Being a woc but being monolingual is so fkn embarrassing LMAO 😭) If I messed up, Spanish Speakers please call me out. 🙏🏽

Hope you enjoy! 🖤 Thank you for all the support, means so much.

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The snow starts to dust your shoulders as you and Miguel just stay on top of the J condominium building in Brooklyn, kissing.

You've been at it for a few minutes now, the kisses growing deeper and more hungry. The frosty bite of the December air seemingly kept at bay outside of the steamy bubble you two were creating. You both have now transitioned so he's sitting on the ground and you're in his lap with your legs crossed around his lean waist.

He's running his hands all over your back until they come to rest on your ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh through your leggings which makes you gasp into his mouth. You can feel him smile in response as he continues to move against you, slipping his tongue over your lips and back into your mouth. You jerk suddenly when you feel the tiniest prick on your lip, realizing he nipped you with one of his new fangs.

His eyes widen in alarm. "¡Lo siento!...¿estás bien?" (I'm sorry! Are you okay?)

You nod, a little bit shocked as you bring a hand to your lip, a small dot of blood caught on the plump part of your bottom lip.

"I got a little carried away." Miguel admits bashfully, running the tip of his knuckle gently across your chin, giving your booty a love squeeze with his free hand.

You give him a little smile and tickle the nape of his neck with your fingertips. "It's okay, I kind of liked it," you assure him.

He smiles at you and notices you've begun to shiver. "Let's go home?"

A warm feeling washes over you when he refers to your apartment as home, as though it's his too. "That sounds great. This cold is something else."

"Yeah, I can tell it's starting to get to you." Miguel answers, scooping you up, noting how adorable you look, shivering in his bulky arms. "It's probably going to be a cold ride home. Just hang in there and I'll get us back as fast as I can." Miguel reaches around and pulls your hood over your head, tucking in your hair and sealing it with a kiss on your forehead. "Hold on tight," he reminds you again with a whisper.

Your breath hitches in your throat once more as the quiet outlines of buildings zoom past your vision, the frigid air harsh and relentless as it brutalizes your face. The only things you can focus on is your death grip around Miguel's torso, and the bitter cold. The sky is completely dark now, save it for the persistent city lights below. You turn your head a little, daring to look in front at what Miguel's focusing on.

buzz thwap, release, buzz, thwap, release.

The rhythmic motions of the way he's casting and swinging from the red webs is mesmerizing, other worldly. You can't help but marvel at his power.

His eyes are full of concentration, aiming expertly. Incredibly skillful already at his powers he acquired just less than 24 hours ago. You turn your face back into its resting spot in the crook of his neck and squeeze your thighs a little tighter around him for safety, to which he grins fondly.

Finally, you two reach your apartment. He lands gently on your small balcony and you let go of him, landing back on solid ground with a small thud. You smile at him. "Thanks, babe. That was absolutely incredible."

"No, thank you for letting me take you into my new world for a bit. It's good practice for me to get a hang of things. But I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He squeezes your hand as he opens the sliding door into your apartment, letting you go inside first.

You sigh as the warm air of your apartment welcomes you. A cozy feeling rises in your belly when you realize you and Miguel have all night together. But, you panic slightly as you realize that you hadn't exactly prepared yourself for any spicy time, as you were not expecting him to come knocking at your door after ghosting you on your second date, covered in blood with new fangs, talons, and eye color to match.

"¿Te sientes cansado, cariño?" He asks warmly, pulling you closer to him. (You feeling tired, dear?)

You look sheepishly up at him. "Not really...but I could use a little time to freshen up, if that's okay with you?"

Miguel runs his hands along your belly, causing you to squirm a little. "Of course that's okay, take your time."

You stand on your tiptoes and give him a small peck. "Make yourself comfy. You can find a movie for us to watch in the meantime."

Miguel smiles. "Yes ma'am." He takes his shoes off and walks over to your couch, splaying himself out and stretching with a small grunt, the bottom of his hoodie receding up over his toned stomach ever so slightly.

You feel butterflies as you admire how handsome he looks relaxed in your space like that. Then you snap out of it and bolt for your shower. As you let the warm water run down your back you feel tingles of excitement and arousal, imagining him in there with you.

When you've washed your entire body, you get out, the air in your bathroom chilly on your wet skin. You dry off and waddle into your bedroom, frantically searching for a matching pair of bra and panties but you find none and curse when you realize you forgot to do the laundry. You sigh and settle on a pair of plain black panties and no bra, figuring there's a possibility they might come off anyway.

You brush your teeth and throw on a crew neck sweatshirt, some booty shorts, and some fuzzy socks, messing with your hair in the mirror one more time as you make your grand entrance into your living room carrying a blanket.

Miguel sits up a little as you walk in, his eyes taking in the thickness in your legs, your ass, hips. The way your hair and bare face cast a simple glow around you. You look absolutely divine in your element. The faint smell of your soap emits a sweet flavor off your skin.

He scoots over and drapes an arm around you and scoops your legs into his lap, stroking the skin around your knees absentmindedly as your movie begins. Hunger Games starts, and every now and then Miguel asks a clarifying question which you answer patiently, admiring that he's getting immersed in the plot.

"Making a bunch of kids fight to the death for entertainment? Heh...that's uh. That's kinda fucked up."

You give a little snort. "That's just the tip of the iceberg, babe."

As the romantic tension between Peeta and Katniss builds, it does between you two as well. Your eyes start to droop quite a bit. It's well past midnight at this point, approaching 1 am? You're not sure. But you are feeling more daring as you feel the desire start to overwhelm you.

Your fingers move to his ear, lightly tracing the outer part, and then moving down to carefully massage his lobe. His eyes close at the sensation, warmth starting to pool in his body at your touch. You feel your heart speed up a little, you're starting to steer this night to where you want it to go. He turns his head to you, a sneaky smile starting to spread across his pretty face.

"¿Qué haces?" (What are you doing) He says in his rich voice, the silky drip of seduction lining his question ever so subtly.

You give him an innocent closed lip smile. "Just looking at you..." Your finger moves to trace his neck, your knuckle curling around the collar of his hoodie, tugging it down to get better access. Miguel inhales slowly, trapped in the spell you didn't know you were casting.

"Allow me to let you get a closer look..." he breathes softly.

His eyes stay locked on you and before you know it, those alluring full lips of his are pressing against yours again. You let out a soft moan in surrender as you feel him getting up, overpowering you as he lays you backwards on the couch and allows his hands to slip under the back of your sweatshirt.

Your back arches on instinct which drives him crazy. He kisses you harder, slipping his tongue into your mouth, groaning into you, aching for this to be the night that you two christen your love with a heated first fuck.

A sharp sting jolts into your ribs, leaving your eyes watering in pain as you gasp. Miguel stops abruptly and looks down at you with worry, and then realizes his passion has caused his talons to spring outward and into both sides of your torso, just midway around your ribs. He pulls his hands back from you in horror.

"Shit, shit shit.....I'm so fucking sorry...are you okay baby? Shit... Hold on!"

He sprints to your bathroom and gets the first aid kit you used on him earlier. You try to shake off the pain that's still ringing on both sides of your ribs with a wave of your hand, but the salty tears gathering behind your eyes starts to run down your cheeks as you suck in air between your teeth.

Miguel comes back, gently applying a gauze pad to the two tiny puncture marks on both sides to stop the bleeding. He blinks furiously, breathing heavily as he mutters quiet reassurances and apologies to you.

Once you're putting some bandaids on the cuts at your urging, he runs a hand through his hair, blowing out air from his cheeks as he looks off, the Adam's apple in his neck bobbing with a lump in his throat. He tenses his jaw and closes his eyes, tears threatening to spill.

Now, he can't even express his love to you without fear of hurting you. Tyler and Aaron. Sons of bitches. Not only robbing him of his brown eyes that connected him to his family, but now his ability to love you too. A starved man forced to sit at a table and gaze at a feast he could not devour. Your body a delicate vase in his hands he threatened to shatter. A tiny shudder of a flame he ignited with a match, only for the dark, contemptible winds of the night to blow it all away. The emptiness of the shadows consuming his soul, extinguishing all light within it and driving a stake through his heart once more.

He balled his hands into fists and leaned into you, this giant of a man becoming small in your arms. "I'm so sorry baby...estoy un monstruo." his voice cracked with grief. (I'm a monster)

"Don't say that." You say sternly. "They did this to you. It's not your fault. I don't care what you look like. I don't even care if you'd hurt me..."

He brings his face slowly up to yours, and your heart breaks at the small tears that trickled down his cheeks. You lean in, cleaning them away with gentle kisses, dragging your lips down the side of his thick neck.

A low rumble appears in his throat and he closes his eyes and sighs, his heart coming back to life slowly, swelling with love for you and brings a hand to the back of your neck.

"Baby..." he groans, slowly unraveling underneath the trail of your lips.

"Hmmm?" you respond innocently, still focused on kissing every square inch of skin around his neck.

"We don't have to do this..." his voice shudders. The way you're kissing his neck is bringing him closer to just dragging you to your bedroom down the hall.

"Please...I want to...." you moan into his skin.

His voice shudders again, he grits his teeth as he feels himself rising in his pants, pleasure smoldering throughout his body. "I might hurt you again..."

"You won't," you whisper earnestly. "You won't hurt me," you repeat firmly. You turn to the first aid kit and get out a couple bandaids and wrap them around the tops of his fingers, retracting and pushing the talons down a bit, cushioning the sharp edges from the outside as a protective sheath.

Miguel raises his brows then smiles at your ingenious. "Que inteligente tú eres," he compliments you softly. (How smart you are)

You smile, lean in and plant a tender kiss on his lips as a thank you. He groans and runs both of his hands through your hair, picking you up, eager to return the favor to you in the form of taking his time on you for the rest of the night.

You wrap your legs around him instinctively and he continues to kiss you passionately as he carefully carries you down the hall into your bedroom, a whispery moan escaping his lips.

🖤

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Part 7

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