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norrisleclercf1 · 11 months

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It’s A Lie

Pairing: Max Verstappen x wife!Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Cursing, Medical talk, C#ncer, hospital, ANGST, etc.

Words: 2.2K

Request: Yes/No

A/N: Did I write this in an hour? Yep, since that race was…not the best, decided to make you actually feel things

Max had 3 top moments in his life. The 3rd was getting called up to drive for Red Bull. 2nd was winning his first World Driver's Championship. The 1st was a day he'll never forget, which was marrying you. It was a day filled with joy and tears. Max never thought you'd agree to marry him. When he was ready to ask, he thought about puking for fear of you saying no.

But you said yes with a shake of your head and tears falling. Max couldn't control his emotions as he cried and hugged you close. The ring was wholly forgotten at the moment. No pictures were taken in a small private ceremony with the drivers and others. Just a memory for you and everyone else.

Max snuck one picture of the wedding. He tasked Daniel with getting a Polaroid picture of your first kiss as a couple. Max kept the picture in his wallet and looked before every race. The two of you were perfect together. With his harsh temper on the track, he was calm and soft at home. The roles switched between you two. You were the harsh-tempered one at home.

Max thought you hung the moon. He was so damn in love with you. Even considered retiring now just so the both of you could start a family. You laughed and kissed him. Telling him to enjoy his youth and speed. He nodded and pulled you closer, talking about everything and anything.

He knew you better than you did, so when he noticed your slight change in sleep, he thought something was wrong.

"Max, stop. I've been working slightly longer hours. I'm just catching up on some sleep." You laugh, fixing your usual coffee while your husband grimaces. "Snoepje, this isn't normal for you. Please just rest for the day." (little candy) Max pleads, but you just groan and slam your mug down. "Max, baby, I'm okay. I slept a little bit past my alarm." Max shakes his head and pulls his hair slightly. "Try 5 hours. It's the afternoon." He sighs, and you cock your head to the side. "What?" You spin and see the time. It wasn't 9 in the morning, but almost 1 in the afternoon.

You usually woke around 6 or 7 in the morning to jog with Max, but this time. You slept well over your standard time. Maybe something was wrong. You didn't feel sick, perhaps just tired, but that was it. "Okay, so I was exhausted." You joke, yet your husband's stone face isn't in the mood for joking.

"Okay, okay." You give up, knowing you wouldn't win this one, and email your boss saying you wouldn't be coming in. Your boss didn't have a problem with you taking the day off as you were always working.

Max was already planning a vacation for both of you, wanting to take advantage of this. "Max, no. Come lay down with me." Giving your best puppy dog eyes, Max tries hard not to ignore the nagging voice in the back of his mind. "Snoepje, maybe go to the doctor." He pleads to move to lie on top of you, placing his head on your stomach. Closing his eyes, he listens to the soft thumps of your heartbeat before a thought comes to mind. "Wait? Could you be pregnant?" Sitting up fast, you choke on a laugh at his blinding happiness.

"No, Max. I finished my period a few days ago." You sigh, closing your eyes again, and Max nods. "Maybe that's it. Your hormones are balancing back out, and you're tired." Humming in agreement, knowing he was convincing himself that everything was okay. "Yes, Max. Now lay down, please." You beg your hyperactive puppy of a husband. Max smiles and lies down, forgetting all about it.

It wasn't till another 6 months when Max noticed you weren't the same self. This time you joined him for a race, as he was keen on keeping you close to ensure everything was okay. Laughing with Max, Christian, and Adrian, you felt lightheaded but waved it off.

"Oh god, Y/n." Christian noticed it first, pulling Max's attention to see the small line of cherry red fall from your nose. "Snoepje!" Ge grabs a clean rag and pushes it to your nose, making you groan from the severe pressure. "Max, not so hard." You wheeze, unable to breathe, which has Max easing the tension. "Why is your nose bleeding?" Eyes wild with concern which have you giggling.

"Max, it's the pressure change in the climate. It happened to me all the time as a kid. "It'll stop soon. See?" Pulling the rag away, you dab your nose and show it isn't bleeding any more. Max sighs and knocks his forehead with yours, smiling like a fool from his freak-out. "Are you okay?" He whispers, watching Adrian and Christian back off, leaving the two of you alone. "Of course." You smile, lying to him, not wanting to tell him about you being lightheaded.

"You promise?" Vulnerability all over him, hating when you lied to him or not telling him there was a problem. "Max. I promise you. I'm okay." You whisper and lean up, kissing your husband on the lips and then his ring. "Now, go win, and maybe I'll show you just how okay I am." You giggle and reach down, grabbing him, which has him shiver and pull away. Laughing, he nods and goes to win the race.

After 2 months, you started to notice a severe problem. There was indeed something wrong. Those nosebleeds and being lightheaded became more frequent because Max told the team he couldn't race one weekend and stay home with you. After fighting, he was away for a race, and you were in the doctor's office. Getting the news of what was wrong with you was received with a smile and a nod leaving to call Max.

"Anemic? That's fucking it?" Max snaps over the phone while you fix your tea, something to help calm your nerves. "Anemia, yes, that's what the doctor said." Closing your eyes, you wait for the room's spinning to fade. "No. No. That doctor is fucking stupid. There is no way with the bloody noses and you almost fainting anytime you move; it can't just be fucking ANEMIA!" In the end, he's yelling. In the background, you hear JP telling Max to go somewhere else.

"Max, they said I have severe anemia and just need to change my diet and take some pretty hefty iron supplements." You sip your tea and lie on the couch, exhaustion settling deep into your bones. "I'm coming home, fuck this race." He curses more in Dutch, refusing to be away from you like this. "Baby, don't. This is a huge race for you and Red Bull. I'm fine, okay? Chrissy is coming over later to cook. So I won't be alone." Chrissy being your maid and chief, was like a second mother. "Y/n, I'm not fighting this. I must be home with you, not driving some metal around circles. You're more important." He spits, hearing hurried rustling, and you take deep breaths to control your temper.

"Max Emilian Verstappen! Don't you fucking come home! If you do, I'll divorce you." You snap, tired of him freaking out over your health. Silence is met before Max chuckles. "Then we're getting a divorce. I'm coming home." Max hangs up, and you sigh, giving up.

"Y/n? Darling? It's me." You wake to Chrissy yelling and walking into the living room and stop seeing your state. "Let's take a shower and get some color in you. Before Max sees." Chrissy knew the truth and was helping you. It ate at you every day, but you wanted to live an everyday life as much as possible.

"He's on the way home." You whisper, Chrissy nodding, helping you to the shower.

"Y/N! Chrissy!" Max's voice booms through the house, and it meets with laughter. Heading to the kitchen, and sees you smiling and laughing. You look healthy and happy. Color blushed your skin and saw life back in you; maybe it was just anemia.

"Snoepje." You turn and smile at him widely. "Guess we're getting that divorce, hmm?" You playfully push him, but Max grabs your wrist and yanks you into his chest. You hide your pain and wrap your arms around his waist. "We'll get a divorce when I die." He jokes, kissing the top of your head before leaning over and kissing Chrissy's temple. He mouths a thank you, and Chrissy smiles and returns to cooking. Max stayed away from the track for almost 3 months.

His first weekend back and winning, he'll never forget getting that phone call after the race, thinking it was you congratulating him. Except he's met with Chrissy crying, loud beeps in the back, hurried shouts, and Chrissy telling Max to come home now. Rushing home, he goes to the hospital, breaking every law in history to get to you. Max was still in his race suit. That's how fucking scared he was.

"Chrissy!" Seeing her, he rushes to her as she cries softly, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She sobs, pulling away from Max. "What are you sorry about? Chrissy? What's going on?" Max yells as Chrissy shakes her head and rushes out, unable to handle seeing him fall apart.

"Will someone tell me what the FUCK IS GOING ON!" He roars, panic pumping through his veins as a nurse rushes to his side. "Mr. Verstappen, we need you to lower your voice." The nurse speaks in a soft tone leading him to a room.

Pushing the door open, Max sobs softly, seeing your state. A shell of yourself lay on the bed. How could you come to this state before him? Thin, so very thin, hair dull and stringy. How could he have missed this? Why didn't he see this? He was home; what did he miss? He moves to your side, lifts up your hand, and wails behind his hand so he doesn't wake you.

"Late-stage glioblastoma. Shame we caught it so late. Nothing we can do now. She signed a DNR." A nurse sighs, checking your vitals, and Max lifts his head. "What? What's a glioblastoma, a fucking DNR? What's going on?" The nurse turns, and her eyes widen, seeing the confused look on his face.

"Let me get the doctor." Rushing out of the room, an older man with a pristine white coat walks in and closes the door. He moves around silently and takes his jacket off.

"They tell me you are unaware of what is going on with your wife." his voice was soft but static like he was even having a hard time doing this. "She has severe anemia. Why are they saying she has something called glioblas-glioblastoma and signed a DNR. What the fuck is a DNR?" Max's foot bounces, holding your hand, praying you open your eyes.

"Glioblastoma is a form of brain cancer. It's uncurable. Your wife is in the late stages. Meaning treatment will not help. I diagnosed her a little over a year ago. Treatment was working, but......sadly I told her not too long ago we couldn't do anything else." Taking a deep breath, the doctor continues. "A DNR means Do Not Resucitate. When her heart rate stops, we can't perform life-saving measures. Mr. Verstappen...I'm so very sorry."

Max laughs and shakes his head, having heard nothing after being told it was cancer. It was static around him. You have been dying this entire time and never once told him. How could this have happened?

"I was home. I took time off, and she was dying before me; how could I not see this?" He asks, not wanting an answerback. "I'll leave you be." The doctor whispers and leaves as Max moves closer, burying his head into your stomach and crying. "How could you do this?" He sobs.

"I'm sorry." He yanks away and sees you awake, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Why? I would've retired. I would've stayed by your side the entire time. We could've done so many things together. Why?!" He yells, and you just move your hand cupping his face.

"And have you watched me die? Max, I couldn't handle that." You whisper, but your husband just shakes his head. "I hate you." He snaps like a child but regrets it when it leaves his mouth. "That's okay. I hate myself too." You whisper and wince in pain, hitting a small red button, and Max watches you relax when the medicine hits.

"Promise me something?" You ask as beeps fill the room, Max becoming aware again of everything. "Anything." He whimpers, pulling you into him. "Love again." Kissing his hand that cups your cheek, Max shakes his head no.

"Yes. You'll find someone you love, and I want you to remember I sent them to you for a reason. Don't push them away, Max. Cherish them." You whisper, making Max sob all over again, and he gathers you in his arms like a child.

"I love you." He whimpers, the beeping slowing as he just holds you, the only sound of the slow beeping, but soon, even that was gone.

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icarus-star · 10 months

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lover boy | danny cooper <3

a/n: sooo, just headcanons for dating dan because i love him so much

he's the sweetest thing in the world, let me tell you

he loves hugging you literally whenever

you could be on the couch reading a book or maybe getting some chores done and he'd come up to you and give you a nice hug <3

he hugs you from behind too!

say, your washing some dishes or something

he'll come behind you and give you a comfy little hug, wrapping his arms around you waist and giving you a kiss on the cheek

you actually mean the entire world to him omg

when he gets home from work, he always makes sure to let you know <3

"honey, im home!"

it's so cute 😭

he calls you the cutest and sweetest nicknames ever!!

generic ones like sweetie or baby, but what he loves the most is calling you honey ^_^

he likes going on walks with you when the weathere nice, and he always makes sure to hold your hand

a relationship with danny would honestly be so calm and domestic

i feel like if he really loves you, it would be easy to settle down

not really for marriage, he's a bit afraid of that

but he'd be so down to get a house together.. maybe a pet goldfish >///<

the goldfish definitely has some kind of human name rather than something you'd name a goldfish

have i mentioned that he's literally the male wife?

he'll cook, he'll clean, he'll do the laundry for you, just as long as your happy :3

a/n: im so so sorry that my stuff has been shorter lately, ive had no motivation or anything lately so uhhhh 👍

#i ❤ rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #danny cooper headcanons #dan cooper #danny cooper #intruders #intruders movie #intruders 2015 #rory culkin #rory culkin smut

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honestly-oceanie · 1 year

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But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss || black haired dudes edition

Synopsis: you ask if you could draw on them

Warnings: this is not a cult

《Lucas, Maximilian Kasin Ashet, Raffaello Kidrey, Siegren, Ahin Grace, Cedric Evans,Delice Kaleid,Theodore Dane Lapileon, Noah Voltaire Wynknight | gn!reader》

{Fluff♡ | ▪︎imagine/scenario▪︎}

Who Made Me A Princess/Suddenly, I Became A Princess One Day

Lucas

"Magician of the Black Tower"

🦋 Would he even agree?

🦋 If he is bored, then maybe he will. Just for some entertainment.

🦋 That's all

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Father, I Don't Want To Get Married!

Maximilian Kasin Ashet

"Crown Prince of the Ashet Empire"

🦋 I'm pretty sure he has a dark blue hair but whatever let's just add him here.

🦋 This man can be a freelancer all he wants so yes he has time for stuffs like this.

🦋 When you asked him, he was pretty surprised, he's never had this experience in his life considering he has different goal so soft and gentle moments like this are very rare for him and he wishes it was possible for life to be like this to be forever.

🦋 Simple gestures that can mean a lot for someone, you will never know.

🦋 Idk I just have a feeling that he's touch-starved.

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The Villainess Is A Marionette

Raffaello Kidrey

"Duke of the Kidrey Dukedom"

🦋 As we all know, Raffaello has mysophobia, so both of you were very shock by your request.

"Raffy, can you hold out your hand to me?"

🦋 This request was not meant to be offensive, you saw a quill on his table and since you liked painting so much you decided to use Raffaello as your canvas.

🦋 You and Raffaello have been together for three years now, and so he's been very honest with you, he told you about his phobia thus you were aware and yet at this very moment it slipped.

🦋 You were about to apologize but he assured you— and himself.

"It's fine... I... I can handle it."

🦋 You have been the sweetest and greatest person to him throughout your relationship, now it is time for him to repay you with the same amount of kindness you have shown to him, he also wants to improve for you so you both will grow in this relationship.

🦋 This is a hard step for him but he trust you on this process. He felt very nervous as he was holding out his arm, you too felt nervous for him.

🦋 And finally, as your hand fell into his, Raffaello's heart beats loudly and fast, you told him to take breaths and he did. As he started to calm down he felt your warmth in his hand he has never felt this before, it was anew to him. In the end, instead of drawing on him, you just caressed his hand while soothing him with comfort and praises.

🦋 You swore to yourself to help him be better and to remain on his side while at it.

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Author of My Own Destiny/I Became the Wife of the Male Lead

Siegren

🦋 When you ask him very seriously to hold out his hand he complied without question, but feeling a bit suspicious of you.

🦋 You then grab a pen/quill on the table then started to ready as if you were about to run a marathon. Now, he felt more suspicious and confuse.

🦋 After you've done prepping yourself, you held the pen/quill professionally then started to draw on his hand.

🦋 Siegren was a bit surprise. He held his guard up because you were acting strange all because of this.

🦋 But he should've expected this atleast a little as he's been use to Fiona and her antics before.

🦋 He just sighed then smiled softly at you.

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The Symbiotic Relationship Between A Rabbit And A Black Panther

Ahin Grace

🦋 When you ask him to give you his hand, he almost chopped it. Anyhow, after you explaining your intentions he did as you asked. As you touch his hand, he started teasing you.

"Oh my, [Name] taking advantage on the poor innocent me? Shall I call my mother?"

🦋 Of course he just had to ruin the moment. Can there be any moment at all were he doesn't try to tease you? Even at balls he would openly flirt or tease you in public.

🦋 But now that you had the upperhand, you didn't hesitate to draw on his face, Ahin was caught off guard he never expected that from you, then it turn into a wild chase between you two, Ahin running after you for revenge and you running away from the revenge, and that is what brought you now to this situation.

🦋 You were both kneeling on the floor in front of his grandfather being scolded. Because of the chase, the manor was turned upside down, some valuables broken and the furnitures dirty.

🦋 On the corner, Vivi is secretly laughing hysterically in her rabbit form while Evelyn is trying his hardest to hide his laugh, knowing that Ahin will give him a hard time if he did. Ahin's mother just sighed already used with the both of you simce you've been like this since childhood.

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The Tyrant's Only Perfumer

Cedric Raynor Rich Evans

"Duke/Lord Cedric Evans"

🦋 I love lOVE LOVE Ariel's fashion so much💜💜 EVERY. SINGLE. CHAPTER.

🦋 Oh wait... *ahem* anyways—

🦋 He would comply like an obedient little dog

🦋 He'd watch intently as you draw on his hand, woukd glance back and forth between your serious face and your cute drawings on his hand.

🦋 He would praise you after you are done, complimenting you and your artwork.

🦋 You didn't know but after he left your place, he did not erase the drawings yet instead he hid it with his gloves. When he arrived back at his house, he removed his gloves then looked at your drawings fondly remembering the moment you two had back at your place.

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This Is An Obvious Fraudulent Marriage/ I Was Tricked Into This Fake Marriage!

Delice Kaleid

"Archduke of the Delpice/Delpais Empire" "Reincarnation of Evil"

🦋 I will never ever have complains with this man. Gotta love him🥺💜

🦋 He was very curious when you asked but complied anyway.

🦋 Then you pick up the quill on his table and started patting the feather on his table, contemplating on what to draw while Del waits patiently, giving you a soft smile.

🦋 When you finally decided on what to draw, he just stared at you amused but he didn't dare to stop you, he would never.

🦋 After you'd finish your drawing, he stares at it for a few seconds before he plants a kiss on the part that you drew.

"Thank you, [Name]."

🦋 You're not sure what he is thanking you for but you're always grateful for his cooperation on your random antics.

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My In-Laws Are Obsessed With Me

Theodore Dane Lapileon

"Grand Duke Lapileon"

🦋 How do I make this without turning it into angst🤔

🦋 Honestly, I have more angst ideas for him than I do with Dion😭

🦋 Cause this manhwa just has a depressing mood even I can feel it irl😭. If the last chapter was light then in a few chapters later or the next chapter has got to have some sadness.

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The Reason Why Raeliana Ended Up At The Duke's Mansion

Duke Noah Wynknight

🦋 The ending😭 where they met again but in the modern life, it was perfect🥺💜. Though I kinda wish we had seen a little more of them in their modern life, atleast some glimpses🥺

🦋 He did as you ask(you asked him to hand his arm out) without hesitation, thus you did not feel suspicious of him until...

🦋 He move his arm away from you. At first you just sighed and tried to grab his arm again, but he kept on dodging your hand, making you try to catch him.

🦋 When you finally had enough of him, you snap.

"Seriously Noah!?"

🦋 You hit his head, hard, and he finally stopped. In the end, you won, but to punish him instead of drawing on his hand, you draw on his face.

🦋 Once he sees himself in the mirror, he'd tease you for your 'artisticness', while he's already planning his "revenge" which will occur while you're sleeping

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Honestly, Oceanie

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buckgasms · 2 years

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I love ALL of your work!! So...can i think i have an idea that I'd like to read about😌

What about arranged marriage!to Bucky, where y'all don't like each other at first but then you slowly build a close relationship? I'm also thinking some angst, or maybe even hate sex at first and then when the time progresses, them falling in love and having more passionate, intimate sex😍😍

Hello sweet Nonnie ❤️ yes this sounds amazing! I decided to put it with the Royalty AU for the 2k celebration I hope that's ok! Thanks so much for your kind words ☺️❤️😘

Warnings: angry sex, arranged marriage, pregnancy mention, mostly just soft 🫶🏻

- Maybe you have known Bucky since childhood when you were betrothed and you never got on.

- Everytime you met at parties and balls you would have to dance with him and sit near him to appease the people watching.

- But you would spend the whole time bickering and poking holes at each other and being rude but smiling and kissing hands and cheeks all the time.

- Neither of you are thrilled about the wedding but Bucky had to admit you looked beautiful in your dress. He wasn't going to tell you that though.

- And you would never tell him how handsome he looked in his suit, hair slicked back and eyes like the ocean....

- No, that was none of his business...

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- Despite tradition, you didn't consummate the marriage for a while after your wedding.

- You did share a bed, which was challenging enough.

- You stole blankets, he snored, you talked in your sleep, he wouldn't stay on his side of the bed....

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- The first time you had sex it was actually chaos.

- You were having a huge fight. Shouting at each other all the way from the ballroom to the bedroom.

- You slammed the door and said "fuck you" and he threw his jacket across the room and said "you wish".

- Then it was basically a game of chicken. You both stripped off bit by bit, glaring at each other.

- When his pants came off you smirked at his cock, internally sweating at how good it looked. But you weren't to be outdone.

- You dropped your underwear to the floor and stood in front of him, eyebrows raised in a "are you going to do something or not?" face.

- Then he's on you, pressing you up against the door and kissing you so angrily and you biting his lip and digging your nails into the soft skin of his back.

- You push him to the bed, he drags you with him. You both fight to be on top but he wins eventually.

- His kisses are.... Good 🤌🏻

- You don't want to admit it but my god he knows what he's doing. You tell yourself you don't care if you enjoy it. He should be pleasing you and making you feel good... You'd earned it.

- He teased you though, whispering dirty things at you:

- "Didn't know my wife was such a slut"

- "Been dying for this haven't you?"

- "Listen to you...so fucking needy"

- You told him to shut his mouth and fuck you already, so he did.

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- After that your relationship changed a little.

- Because neither of you could deny that you were definitely compatible in one way.

- A simple hate fuck had lasted all night long, and at some point you were just kissing and touching each other before going at it again.

- Nothing had been said but the air between you had changed.

- You snapped less. He smiled at you more. When you sat together there was less mocking and when you danced you actually enjoyed each others company.

- Not always though.

- You still had huge fights, but they always seemed to end the same.

- Bucky and you fucking each other like angry rabbits until you'd calmed down again.

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- I wonder if something big has to happen before you can both admit you are in love with each other?

- Maybe thanks to all the fucking you realise you are pregnant?

- You're crying your eyes out because you are scared shitless, you think your husband hates you, it's all just too scary.

- And then Bucky appears, he's smiling at first until he sees you crying and he kinda forgets himself and strides over pulling you into his arms and holding you while you have your meltdown.

- When you finally calm down he brings you to sit on his lap in a little window seat, the sunlight shining down on you both like a reinassance painting.

- When you tell him you're pregnant he flushes, fear and joy running through his body.

- But then you tell him how you think he hates you, and he feels awful.

- He pulls your face towards his and strokes your soft cheeks with his fingers.

- "I don't hate you, you silly thing.... I love you..."

- You sniffle and hiccup before you look up at him and smile.

- "Really?"

- He laughs and leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, which you return happily, clinging to his shirt and pulling him into you.

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- From then on, your nightly sessions become gentler, slower and even better than before.

- You spend the nights exploring each others bodies, kissing everything, touching whatever you can reach.

- "God you're so perfect"

- "Take me so well, fucking made for me"

- "Gonna keep you like this all the time"

- Even his whispers become softer and sweeter, but they still drive you crazy.

- You wail and whine for him, run your hands over his body and pull him down for kisses and bites.

- The quiet moments in the night are filled with giggles and kisses.

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- Afterwards, everyone would say they knew all along that you loved each other. Maybe you did, but you were happy that you'd reached that in your own time...

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#2k celebration #darling nonnie #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky headcanon #royal bucky #prince bucky #royal au

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peachymilkandcream · 6 months

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I know they didn't have the technology, but still, what about a remote controlled vibrator in her panties while they are in public?

Levi x Evelyn -> Shock Therapy

(A/N: This would be literally impossible with their level of technology...but I'ma do it anyway :) Thank you all for distracting me even temporarily from the craziness of my simpage [Ps. this one is shorter because with another ask I'm making a part 2])

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Evelyn woke up to the feeling of pressure and pleasure filling her core. It didn't bother her too much, figuring it was just Levi trying to take care of his morning wood. The soft chuckles as she slipped from the subconscious to reality solidified the fact.

"Levi..." She murmured, her eyes opening slightly.

"Good morning sweetheart..." He kisses her cheek, pumping the thing in and out of her a few times before settling it inside her. "Shall we get going?"

"Going for what?"

"Thanks to your rebellious streak I haven't been able to take you out much anymore, so because of that people wonder what happened to you. I have to run some errands and you're going with me. Maybe then mouths will shut and we can continue on peacefully. Get dressed." He gets up but she still feels full inside.

Gingerly she reached down and feels the hardened rubber. "What's this?"

"Don't worry about it. If you take it out you'll be punished though." He keeps his back turned from her, sliding into his dress pants and buckling them up.

She stumbles out of bed, putting on her underclothes and stockings, watching Levi for any sudden movements. One could never be careful enough to make sure Levi didn't move suddenly and pin her down. It had happened before, many times before, so even when he seemed completely unthreatening he was still a risk.

The way he smirked at her the whole time was a cause for concern however.

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Sunlight was a rare treat, Levi had deprived her of it for so long each time was like a gift from heaven. Her hat covered most of it since Levi despised freckles, but on her mostly bare arms it was lovely. Seeing people was even more rare, however now she had even more of a reputation than when she was in the Scouts full time. She was no longer "Evelyn Glass, a Scout", she was "Mrs. Ackerman, wife of notorious Captain Levi", it was like she was being studied.

He was proud of her on his arm, she knew, his posture was a little straighter, his smile actually evident. It was almost infectious, making her stride a bit more confident, she was somebody, she was important. She had only been a street urchin who stole from the rich for years, now she was the rich, one of them in their society.

As she made her way around the marketplace she felt a sudden sensation and vibrating within her, nearly making her stumble. Her arms held tighter onto Levi, leaning on him for support.

"Something wrong?" He asks, almost too smugly.

The pleasure coursing through her is so much it barely registers. "L-Levi- I don't know-" Just as quick as it came it's gone again, allowing her time to recenter and calm her shaking legs. "What was that.."

"Not sure."

She can almost hear an audible click before the sensation returns, making her panties wet with arousal. She turns to Levi to hide herself and starts reaching into her underwear when he catches her by the wrist.

"Leave it, or I'll break your hand."

"You're doing this?"

He innocently holds up a little remote. "Guilty as charged."

Pathetically she tries to grab it, but in heels and not as strong as him he easily keeps it out of her reach.

"This isn't funny Levi, we're in public."

"Do you think that really will stop me? If I had my way you'd be bent over right here taking my dick for all to see."

Reasoning with Levi wasn't an option, she wasn't allowed to have an opinion, ever. She would just end up making a fool out of herself.

"Don't worry sweetheart, behave and I'll treat you well at home."

She knew that resisting would only lead her to more humiliation and pain later on, so for now she could only comply. The sensation between her legs was unbearable, she had to lean heavily on Levi to avoid falling from her weak legs. The cruel bastard even made her talk to others and try to hide the arousal in her voice.

By the time they were through she was worn and deeply unsatisfied, he had brought her to the edge many times before forcing her back down. Thankfully he wasn't prepared to humiliate her that much just yet, that is until they came home.

He purred in her ear while taking her hat and his coat off. "You were such a good girl for me...I think it's time for your reward..."

#attack on titan #break me slowly #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x oc #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader #oneshot requests

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little-miss-vader · 10 months

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(Pardon if this kinda sucks, it's almost 3am and im on the verge of sleep but it's in my mind)

So yk that scene where Padme gets choked? We all do.

But imagine reader in that position and all the chances leading up to that and the subtle signs and how she beats herself up for not noticing sooner, for not trying to stop it because she was so in love and figured he was just stressed. Anakin's responses became sharp with her, he was always on edge, he was cold, he was wanting to discard of her but at the same time he was fighting the internal battle of "that's my lady, my beautiful wife, soon to be mother to my children, i love her." and "I dont need her to be powerful."

"But there's something about her, long shady eyes, im all about her"

This was what Anakin was saying to himself as you were in the shower, humming softly after a long day trying to wash away the stress of that day as he was picking at his thumbs becoming more and more irritated with himself. He couldnt NOT rule without you, but what if you werent on board with him? What if you'd look down upon him like he felt everyone else was? Or... maybe you also had a dark side? Maybe you were hiding something? But the thought of you hiding something made him all the more angry.

"I hate your tattoos, you've weak wrists but i'll keep you"

The tattoos he was referring to was (if you have actual ones or if you like to draw on yourself, i personally love both) was when you would trace light patterns into his skin, when ever you laid together, how calm and at home he felt, how he let his guard down a little bit and you noticed and smiled and would kiss his cheek or earlobe before looking at him... but the minute you looked away with a soft smile, it would be like he noticed which would automatically put his guard back up. You could physically feel him tense around you and subtley move back from you. You'd brush it off, maybe it was a chill. Then he'd grab you by the wrist and move your hands off him before leaving out.. doing whatever it was he did when he left abruptly.

"It's too bad... it's too bad, it's too bad youre married to me"

Is how'd he feel when he'd come back to you as Darth Vader reminding you in an almost taunting way that even though Anakin may be dead and Darth Vader is what remained, youre still married. That ring never came off, he wasnt doing it so much for love as he was for ownership. He knew that deep down you were still at his every beck and call, that you were still holding onto that chance that you could bring Anakin back. Vader knew you couldnt but he would use your hope to his advantage. There was no escaping him, he knew how to work you, he knew how to get you to fold for him. You were his once before, you'll be his once again.

(I hope this was okay and this is just a little thought so you dont have to add on or anything unless you want to, much love🖤)

A hadesxpersephone type of vaderxreader fic is now in the works because of this i hope you realize what you’ve done, Taja. I AM FERAL FOR THE IDEA OF HIM COMING BACK AND GETTING YOU ONCE HES COMPLETELY TRANSFORMED. OH MY GODDDDDD.

This was really great honestly i love your brain, darling.

The intro is so him too:

I feel soon

I will sink

Into you

What do you think?

Cause there’s still blood in your hair

And I’ve got the bruise of the year

Literally Anakin.

Thank you sm Taja 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

#crow chat #thank u for the ask!#tfw tajaaa

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magnuficent76 · 1 year

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"Love?" A voice called out from beneath heavy sheets, mellow and tired. It startled me for a moment, but I calmed down seeing her face.

"Ah, honey. Go back to sleep dearest, you've a shift in a few hours-" I said, still keeping my distance. It's not her responsibility to handle my own anxieties. I hear the shifting sound of cloth, and feel her embrace around my chest. Warmth.

She presses kisses on my neck, then goes down my back, each one making me shiver just that little bit. Before I knew it, I melted into her arms. I see her face. God, what a woman. How could I even compare? Is it even fair to think it?

"You're stressed out, aren't you? What's on your mind?"

"I just– It's these long work days getting to me, I guess." I lie through my teeth. I lie and the words slither out my mouth, cutting my tongue on my teeth in the process. Forcing a smile, I try to get up from the bed. She holds me down with little force.

"Honey..."

"Lamb."

My smile falters. Her eyes bore right through me, through my brain. She gently strokes my cheek with her thumb. My eyes close. It's almost instinctive, at this point. She's always had a way to crack through me in more ways than one.

"Lamb, dear, please. Something ails you, does it not?"

"Since when do you speak like that?"

"Since when do you lie to your wife about your health huh?" She jests, flicking some of my hair to the side. It gets a laugh out of me. "Come on now. You've been a little off. Tell me?"

I contemplated it again. No, she has a point. She deserves to know. It can't be fun, having to guess how your partner feels, even when they say they're okay. I take a breath, and it almost immediately leaves my lungs. This is going to sound stupid, but,

"I... just had a really, not very good, dream."

She looks confused.

"So? What happened?"

"It's really silly. You have a shift soon, you need sleep honey."

"Lamb."

...

"You're not tricking me now. Was the dream about me?"

There she is. I looked into her eyes too long, and she ended up in my head. In the middle of the brain, digging with her nails like fresh soil.

"...Maybe."

"Lamb..."

"I know, I told you it was silly-" She sits me up against the bed's headboard. She doesn't struggle. For a moment, I see myself as a doll being propped up for a conversation. And I wouldn't be wrong.

"It's not silly, I've told you that before. What was the dream about? Was it anything like the last?"

"Kind of? I just– I don't know. I guess I've just had um, questions about you."

Her eyebrows furrow, maybe in anger, maybe in confusion, maybe she just hates me now for waking her up at 2 in the morning on a work day to bother her about my own insecurities. This can't be fun. She hates me now. I might as well get it over with.

"Look I just-"

"You what? Tell me. You don't need to make me play a mind game to guess what you want me to say. You need to help me here too."

................

She sighs. Loudly.

"Lamb."

Her hands against my cheeks feel warm. So terribly warm. Warmth I didn't earn.

"I'm not mad at you, nor do I hate you, nor am I ever going to be mad at you for waking me up. I want to take care of you. You don't need to earn my love, dear."

But how can I—

"—Be sure? Well, I can tell you it a thousand times."

But-

"Lamb dear, tell me your dream."

"...I dreamt you got tired. Like you just didn't want to have me anymore. The dream you... said a lot of mean things. Things I know you'd never say, but that still got to me, somehow. I don't want to make it seem like you're obligated to deal with how my brain makes me view you, nor should you feel responsible to refute anything, I just-" Before I can finish rambling, tears roll off to my cheeks. The same she holds with her soft hands. Burning hot, welling in my already tired eyes. She hugs me close and I sink.

"God... I don't deserve you do I. I don't–" I'm clutching at her back, my nails almost digging into her skin, and I don't want that to happen. I can't hear myself whine, my thoughts too destructive to describe. And yet, she hugs me.

"You do. You really do, Jonah." She says, her voice so mellow, so gentle, "I've said I've loved you before, and I will keep loving you. You deserve my affection because I say you do, and you don't need to question it any further than that."

It's quiet for a moment. Everything is really quiet for a moment.

"...honey,"

"Jonah,"

"...Do you like how I look?" I say, resisting the urge to just hit myself really hard. How can I even ask this right now? "In the dream, you were-" Why am I still talking? Just shut up— "You said a lot of stuff about my body." No she didn't, you idiot, oh my god.

"Like what?"

"Um, you know. The usual. The belly, the… everything else. I don't know, just– I'm not exactly a good looking guy and you said it in the dream."

"Were those meant to be my words, or were they yours?"

"Huh?"

"In the dream, silly lamb. You just projected hate you hold for yourself on me. And that's a little mean, don't you think?"

"It is, I'm sorry."

She runs her hand through my hair, then down my back, slowly. Repeatedly. Gentle strokes that calmed me down, made me quiet.

"Don't apologise. You don't control what happens in your dreams."

"What about lucid dreaming?"

"Oh you know what I mean." She says, jokingly annoyed. "The point is," She kisses my forehead, "That I," She kisses my nose, "Looooove," She kisses my lips so softly, I try to linger onto it as long as I can, "ALL of you." Finally, she cups my face in her hands again, smiling at me. She's so pretty when she smiles. She's so pretty all the time.

"And that isn't gonna change ever, okay? I fell in love with you on purpose. And I would do it again, if I could. Because you're my little lamb," *oh-* "and my pretty boy, and my everything," **oh-!**

I'm smiling too hard. I feel my face burn with embarrassment (in a good way) with each word she says.

"And my booboo, and my teddy bear, and my stud muffin, and, especially," She leans a little closer to me, whispering in my ear," my wonderfully good boy." ***oh,***

I can't even cover up how flustered I am anymore. A weak whine comes out of my lips unprompted, and she kisses it back in. I hold on to her, my eyes closed, and am so sure that at this point, all is fine in the world. Her hands keep going up and down my body, feeling me up through my clothes, making me shiver. Then, she pulls away, with a satisfied smirk on her face. Part of me wishes she had me there for longer, testing just how long she could keep me breathless for, but that could wait.

"Do you still have any doubts that need some 'taking care of'?"

"Oh, no, I'm all good now doctor. Thank you so very much for treating me."

We both laugh. What a beautiful sound. What a wonderful, fuzzy and beautiful feeling. How I ever doubted it is unclear now.

"But Mel… Thank you, seriously. I know sometimes it's obnoxious on my end, but this genuinely helps me a lot."

"I know Jonah, I do it on purpose. I care a lot for you, you know."

"Haha, I've noticed by now… and, I'm thankful for it. It's still wild to me that I'm with such a lovely woman. Like… wow, that's my girl? Forever? I can't believe it sometimes."

She smiles wide.

Our little moment gets interrupted by the sound of an alarm clock ringing. The pesky beeping indicated it was unfortunately time for her to go.

"Aw, I've got to get going now," She mumbles disappointedly, "I was planning on medicating you a little more."

"You can do that later honey,"

"Oh, I will, don't you worry about that." She kisses my lips again, and finally lets go. I sadly go back under the covers, hugging a pillow to still have something to keep me company.

"I'm gonna miss you though, work is so boring without my little lamb"

"Looove…" I whine, "Don't tempt me like that, you're gonna be late to work,"

"I know, I know. But I can't help it, you're too dang delicious." One last kiss on my forehead later, and she finally gets up from the bed. "Okay, serious now. I'll see you later, okay Jonah? Stay safe here, I love you."

"I love you too, and same for you. I'm gonna keep your spot safe til' you get back from work."

"Can't wait to get back to it!"

I hear her laugh one last time, and she leaves the room for good this time. Chuckling quietly to myself, I close my eyes, hug the pillow closely, and drift off to sleep.

#magocs #my oc stuff #original art #original character #writers on tumblr #my writing #original writing #oc: mephisto #(<- jonah is its old name !)#oc: melaine #they're my silliest soldiers your honour #slightly suggestive #just to be safe #Caede Tales

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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Can I ask for Pepa and Felix (any age really but maybe during Casita being rebuilt?) Having public or semi public sex and they have to keep each other quiet or else they'll get caught?

It was (almost) their wedding day-

Married! She was going to get married! And to Félix Castillo no less! The big, strong, funny man of her dreams. It was unbearable having to wait, ESPECIALLY since her mami haven't let them see each other in over a week. To 'keep them pure' as you'd say. Two more days, and they'd be in each other's arms again. But it was SO far away, Pepa could feel herself constantly raining, despite her best efforts. Probably why she was sitting in this tiny ass dressing room, in her wedding dress, trying to calm down. Had to make last minute adjustments with wet hands, it seemed.

"Hijole...you look beautiful, Pepa."

The rain stopped from shock as she looked up at him. Félix. He was standing there, in his white suit, looking good enough for her to sink into to.

"Why are you here?! It's bad luck to see a bride in her dress, especially before the wedding!"

She tried to shove him out with both her hands, but he caught them, and held onto them as he leaned in for a kiss. She wanted to be upset, but she couldn't be. Not with lips so sweet. She sighed in content when it was over, despite the fact that she very much wanted more.

"Couldn't help myself. Julio told me you were getting dressed in the other room, I HAD to see you. Give me just a few minutes, por favor."

She shouldn't. Even if he looked TERRIBLY handsome right now.

"Félix, mi mami could be back any minute, she could even hear us."

"You get to see me take my shirt off~"

Ugh, cheater. She bit her lip, before groaning.

"My god, we're doing this. Fine, shirt off, and come here."

He did as she said, hanging up his shirt, and letting her get a good look at that body. God he was big. She could tear into all that thick, juicy meat, and he'd even thank her for it. And the look in his eyes let her know he was just as hungry. Before she knew it, she was kissing him, and he had both of his hands cupping her ass, squeezing in ways that was getting her worked up too soon. He chuckled against her as he ravaged her neck in kisses.

"God you're beautiful. I missed you so much. I can't wait to marry you, and have so many babies."

"And I can't wait to cook for you every morning like a proper wife~"

"...Pepa you gotta know how to cook first-ow!"

She smacked his good nipple, making him both laugh, and recoil. She dug into his pants, pulling his cock out for him, and pumping it in her gloved hand.

"Dios, you're SO lucky I'm too horny to be angry at you."

"I know, I'm sorry, I know. I mean, a week without touching you? Without touching this pussy?"

He stopped her movements, only to sneak his fingers past her underwear, and use his big stupid fingers to rub her in little circles. She clung to his body as she rocked her hips into it. She tried to touch herself a few times this week, but it wasn't at all as good as she wanted it to be.

"Oh...mierda Félix I missed your fingers."

"I can tell, you're already wet for me. I don't know how much time we have, so ehile we have chance, let me handle you first."

He shoved two fingers inside of her, and started to finger her. He wasn't slow like how HE wanted, but fast, practically barbaric, how SHE liked it. She had no choice but to bite into his shoulder and dig into his back to keep her noises muffled. Her mami couldn't be too far, she couldn't let herself be heard getting the fingering of a life time.

"Shhh, easy Pepi. You just cum like a good little wife. On my fingers. That's it, get yourself ready for my cock. My new, wet little pussy."

She came in a hot second, and this asshole fucked her right through it. Oh she could feel herself leak onto the floor, she could taste little bits of blood from her teeth breaking through his skin. She pulled away when her head was clear enough, pushing him against a wall, and getting on her knees.

"You tell me before you finish on me, idiota."

"Course mami. Hate to smudge your pretty makeup."

She cupped him in her hand, trying not to lick her lips. She LOVED sucking cock. The taste of it, the heat, the MUSK of it all. And Félix's was just lovely. It was thick, accompanied by balls of equal proportion, and lots of pubic hair. She adorned it in kisses, looking right into his eyes as she did so. Poor guy was just as excited as she was, it was precious. She'd stall for longer, but who knew when someone would knock on that door? She pushed him past her lips, and sighed as she fit more into her mouth.

In what felt like seconds, she was pushing him in and out of her mouth, not caring how she was slobbering over him, not caring that she was being just so improper.

"Oh SHIT Pepi...why are you SO fucking good at this?"

Despite the tight hold on her head, she could see him just weaken in front of her. Absolutely mess of a man he was, staring down at his wife as she sucked him off. He was beautiful, not just with his flushed face, but with his big, hairy, sweaty body looming over her. God, she got to suck THIS off whenever she wanted? She almost wanted to demand the wedding be pushed today. She slurped still, letting her drool cascade to his balls, making it perfect for rubbing and massaging in her hands. She took him in fully, gagging for a second, and making him swear for her.

"S-shit Pepa, it's coming, I think I-"

She pulled away just before he could. She pressed that wet, hard cock against her cheek, and gave it the occasional kisses, but otherwise did nothing to help him finish.

"I want it in my pussy, Félix. You said you didn't want to ruin my makeup, right?"

"I dunno, that sounds REALLY good right now, honestly."

She gave his tip a few more licks, just to coax some precum out of him, before getting back up on her feet, and holding out her arms to him.

"Come. Take your wife."

He did as he was told. He scooped her up in his arms, pressed her body against the door, and after hiking up her dress, pushed his cock inside of her soaked, eager pussy. Félix wanted to go slow, like always, but driven mad by a week of nothing, he couldn't have such a luxury. He held onto her thighs, forced them around her, and started to thrust into her. She had to keep herself propped up with her own hands, and it was rude as hell, even though it was still TERRIBLY sexy.

"Fuck Pepi- I missed your pussy so much, I missed fucking it until you were too fucking helpless to stop me."

She was trying not to whimper, really she wasn't. She had to bite her bottom lip, and even then, it wasn't too affective.

"It m-missed you too Félix, EVERY part of me missed you! Pegarme, please!"

He thought about it for a second, given the silence, but he grunted in frustration.

"N-no. It'd be too loud."

"Por favor, PLEASE! Just one!"

Félix sighed in frustration, but after making sure she could support herself, he brought his hand down on her ass, and HARD. She was about to cry out in sheer ecstacy, when he pulled her close to him, and slapped a hand over her mouth. His words were hot, husky in his ear.

"Stay. Fucking. Quiet. You want a pussy full of cum or w-"

"You alright in there, señora?"

Oh shit. It was the lady who helped her pick this dress out. Félix pulled his hand away so she could talk to her, but, like an asshole, let his hand rub her little clit instead.

"I'm f-fine! Really I'm, mmph, so good!"

"Oh. Uhm. Okay. It's just you've been in there a while and..."

She couldn't hear her over Félix's words being purred in her ears. Words of her being a good wife, blessed to get this cock as she pleased, and blessed to be full with their babies. She fought every urge not to whimper, and in her frustration, just cut off her off mid sentence.

" I'm f-fine, just go! I'm SO close to being d-done here-!"

Oh he pulled on her fucking hair like an ass. She wanted more of him than time would allow.

"Uhm...okay. Are you sure? I can come in and see if you need help, I don't mind."

Félix chuckled in her ear, giving it just a little nibble.

"You want her to see? She sounds sweet. I bet she'd love watching you get this pussy stuffed."

"Eres tan malo- no! Really, we're-I'M fine!"

"Uh...okay. Call me if you need me."

Upon hearing her walk away, she smacked his cheek, making him chuckle.

"What's wrong with you?!"

"What? You liked it, you like it when you think we'll get caught. She's going to be real worried in a minute."

"What are you-!"

His nails dug into the back of her head, grip firm on her hair, and came. He stuffed her so full, it was so much thick, hot cum. Cum that she missed. Cum that made her toes curl in her wedding shoes. She let out one loud cry, totally by accident, before he crammed his soaked fingers into her mouth to silence her.

"Hijole Pepa- you are such a LOUD girl. So loud, with a week's worth of cum in you."

She was absolutely weak for this man, in this case, literally. When he pulled his fingers out of her mouth, she hissed at him, venom and spit in her voice.

"You're SO lucky you feel so good, you are EMBARRASSING."

"Yeah see- all I'm hearing is wedding bells, mami."

She hated him. She hated how much she loved him.

#asks #not transformers #lemon #encanto #i know what you meant anon #but this idea wouldn't leave my head so here we are

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imaginingmanyfandoms · 3 years

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Paul's Lullaby | part one

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"Sam?" Paul was, he was in pain. He respect Sam and Emily's privacy, but he needed to talk to Sam now.

Paul wasn't angry, he was in pain. He felt like the world had opened up and swallowed him whole. He ruined his own life, and he didn't know where else to turn.

"Paul?" Sam asked, opening the door. Emily was behind him, face covered in concern.

"I imprinted tonight," Paul said, "but she hates me. She really, really hates me."

"I'm sure it's nothing you can't fix," Sam said, ushering Emily to come closer.

"Sam, I'm not exaggerating, she told me that she hates me. In fact, she should hate me." Paul looked at his feet, but only to try and hide the distress on his face. "If anyone treated her that way I used to, I'd rip them apart."

"Paul," Emily said, reaching out. Paul flinched back.

"I don't deserve your sympathy. I just, I don't know what to do."

"Be patient. Maybe you just have to prove you're a different man now," Emily offered a sad smile, but it was the exact thing Paul didn't want. He shouldn't pitied, he didn't deserve it. He could feel his heart bruise and falter. He broke his own heart and has no clue on how to fix it.

Emily had to go back to sleep, but Sam sat up with Paul for a while longer.

When Paul finally left, it was almost two in the morning. He took off running through the woods, shifting when he knew he was hidden by the tree line. He tried to outrun the heartbreak, but obviously it didn't work.

You were sitting at your desk, staring at your computer. You wanted to work on your writing, but you were so angry at the audacity that Paul had.

You had done everything you could to avoid him the last couple years - and you managed to make it to the first day of summer after graduation. You'd run into him on the beach.

He was just such a jerk, acting like his words had no effect on anyone. Like he could just laugh behind your back and it wouldn't hurt.

But he used to tell people nasty rumours about you. Until nobody really wanted you around them. And then he had to take it that much farther, when you were both fifteen, he took you on a date, acted like he'd changed and grown. And right before he kissed you he said, "I know you fall for it."

That date alone triggered years of trust issues. You'd felt alone ever since.

Back to the beach, he was blocking the trail you needed to head down to get to work on time. You'd hoped that putting your head down and just trying to slide passed would work, but he recognized you. He tried talking to you, but you ignored him.

After taking a couple steps down the path he said, "don't be like that."

This made you look up, astounded that he would even say something like that. Until you finally looked into his eyes, and you recognized how beautiful he was. He also looked stunned, like he'd run into a glass door. He reached out to you, but recoiled, dodging his touch like he was on fire. Somehow, you'd felt even lonelier than ever.

One look at his face and you felt like you were missing something. You tried to keep your cool but you just couldn't. Tears brimmed at your eyes, and his friend Jared Cameron coughed, before walking to the water just to give you two some space.

"Y/N," he said, his voice low and hesitant. Making you panic, thinking he was toying with you again.

"Stay away from me," you warned, taking a defensive step back.

That hit Paul harder in the heart than you would ever know. His soulmate, his imprint, recoiling away from him defensively. He found the person he was supposed to protect, to be needed by, and you couldn't stand the sight of him.

"Just wait a second," he begged, not moving towards you again. He didn't want to scare you.

"I hate you," you whispered, and then louder said it again. And louder again. Until you had screamed it, and the tears had taken over your cheeks. Every time you said it was an arrow to Paul's heart. He nodded, and let you turn around to run off without another word.

You didn't notice him run into the woods, followed by his friend.

You called work saying you had a personal emergency, and then went back home for the night.

Back in the present, you were tearing up at the memory of it. You were sick, you think. Addicted to red flag behaviour because there was no way you were thinking of Paul's hurt face, and feeling bad for causing it. He should feel bad for all the pain he caused.

You looked at the clock, it was almost three in the morning, but you were too caught up in all your feelings to send yourself to bed. You walked to the window, and noticed some kind of animal by the tree line. You lived in the middle of the woods, in an old cabin your grandma used to live in. You moved in when she got sick but never moved out. You liked it. It was cozy. It was private.

Finally relenting, you crawl into bed and did your best to sleep.

The next day, you were walking along the same path on the beach. You offered to cover the shift of the girl who had covered yours at such last minute.

Paul was in the same spot, but alone this time. You tried to walk passed him without acknowledging him, but something stopped you. You didn't want to see him sad again, it hurt you. And it made no sense why, you'd spent two years hating him.

You were only a few steps passed him, so you turned around, gripping the end of your sweater sleeves in each hand.

Paul had his head down, but looked up when he heard you sigh. You were standing in front of him, looking so terrified to speak to him. Paul could've started crying.

"I'm sorry about yelling at you like that yesterday," you said. "I should've just walked away so... sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he said, a flash of excitement crossed his eyes, and you mistook it for something sinister. You tried to remain calm, but you were feeling lightheaded. You just couldn't trust his motives. "I deserved it."

Now that, threw you for a bit of a loop.

Fool me once, you thought.

"I still think we should just keep our distance," you said. "You kind of broke my heart."

"I'm really sorry about that, I was trying to impress the seniors. I was a tool. An idiot."

"Finally we agree on something," you said. He looked at you, and you both let out a small smile. He pushed some sand with his foot. His bashfulness made you want to believe him. "I work just up the hill. You can walk me if you want."

"Can I walk you home when you're done?" he asked, quickly falling in perfect tandem with you.

"No," you said. "But you can walk with me right now."

"I'll take it," he said.

"Why do you want to talk to me anyway? I thought you hated me," you said.

"I could never hate you," he said. "I do hate how I treated you though. Not my finest hour."

"I think your finest hour remains to be seen."

Paul stayed quiet after that. And you were oddly comfortable in the silence. You're not even sure why you invited him to come along, but some sick part of you wanted him to. You wanted to reach out and touch him. His arms just looked so welcoming, and the way he stretched his hand open and shut made you think he wanted the same thing. But you couldn't let him in, not after one day.

"Have a good shift," he said, putting his hands in his pocket.

You smiled at him ,and thanked him for walking you. When you smiled, he smiled. And you caught onto that.

Paul had been standing in the same spot every day to walk you to work. Out of curiosity, on one of your days off, you snuck close to the spot to see if he was there. And he was, leaning against the same railing, in the same spot that he waited for you everyday.

You got comfortable in a cozy little spot in the trees. You wanted to see how long he waited for you. You dozed off before you could get your question answered.

You woke up hours later, when the sun was already setting. You hated walking through the trees in the dark. You started walking on your own, but you had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. So you swallowed your pride and called someone you knew would answer.

Paul was sitting at Sam and Emily's table, enjoying the dinner she made while waiting for his turn to go on patrol. It was Jared and Quil out there now. Paul could hear Seth snoring on the couch, making him laugh. Things that used to annoy him, didn't really seem to annoy him anymore. Not since you started letting him walk you to work. He even got Sam to let him change his patrol times to make sure he could be there every day.

His phone rang, and with a mouthful of food checked the number. He almost chocked on his food when he saw your number. He answered, hitting his chest to dislodge the food.

"Y/N, hi," he said, big grin on his face as he stood up and walked outside. Behind his back, Emily and Sam shared a knowing look, and he leaned in to kiss his wife.

Paul noticed Jared sitting nearby with Kim, and didn't think too much of it with you on the line.

"This may sound stupid," you said, "but can you walk me home? I don't like to go in the dark."

"You never let me walk you home," he said.

"If this is a bad time, it's okay," you said, disappointment clear in your voice.

"No, no... where are you? I'll be right there." He stepped back inside the house to grab his shoes, but the sound of you gasping stalled his movements.

"I'm by our meeting spot," you said. His grin returned when you called it that. "It's so dumb, I wanted to see if you went there when I didn't work and fell asleep."

"You were spying on me?" he asked. You were silent on the other end and he laughed. "I'll be right there."

"Who are you?" you asked.

"Huh?"

He heard you scream, as did Sam and Emily who's cheeky glances turned to concern quickly. "Y/N?" he asked, panicked. He was already running outside, Sam on his heals.

"Jared!" Sam shouted, "Why aren't you on patrol?"

"Seth said he'd do it!" Jared yelled back. Paul dropped his phone, and shifted, running top speeds to where you said you were.

Never in his whole life had he been this scared. He could hear Jared apologizing for the mixup in his thoughts, but Paul didn't really care what he had to say. If you were hurt, Paul would die. Paul would simply die.

He needed you to be there safe.

I knew something was wrong, Embry thought. Paul didn't even see him show up. Sorry I didn't act on it.

Shut the shit up and run, dammit!

When he got to the meeting point, you were gone, but your bag was abandoned nearby. Paul sniffed it, getting your current scent memorized. He took off when he found the trail. He also smelled a retched, filthy bloodsucker. It wasn't one of the Cullens. No, this was different. And it started at the water, that's how it got passed their lines. Not that they had enough people around.

Paul howled, the pain in it was evident for anyone around. It was him saying get here, or suffer the consequences.

I don't smell their blood, Jared thought.

You don't get to talk about them. This anger didn't derive from a bad temper, it was fear. It was just fear talking.

Paul kept running, catching a fork in the scent trails. One way was Quil, Leah and the bloodsucker. And the other was you, all alone. Alone but alive. If he couldn't hear Leah or Quil think, that was a good sign. Meant that they'd changed back, and Leah would never do that unless she killed them.

Go to her, we'll find Leah. Sam nodded at Paul.

You were crying as you ran, clumsy feet stumbling over tree roots and your own blurred vision totally betrayed you. Someone had come out of the water, eyes red like rubies. And they were so pretty that you just had to look at her. Until the showed her teeth, forcing you to flee in fear. She was faster than you, but you think she was playing with you.

And then if that wasn't scary enough, when she was jumping down from a tree to kill you, a wolf jumped from the shadows and grabbed the woman. And it was her turn to flee. Another wolf jumped out, and you were sure you were a goner.

But it just chased after the other two. Leaving you alone and confused.

You stumbled back to your feet, running as fast as you could towards your cabin. You would be safe in there. Maybe. It was the best you could do right now.

You cried harder when you thought you heard more rustling in the trees. You were at your door, struggling to get your keys out and unlock the door. When you did, you slammed it shut and locked it behind you. You dove over the sofa and kept your eyes on the door, as if that's all it took to keep you safe.

Your phone was lost somewhere in the woods, but you could still hear them. Out there. Maybe it wasn't real.

There was a feverish knocking on your door, and you couldn't peel yourself away from the couch.

"Y/N! Are you in there," Paul shouted. Oh my God, thank everything, it's Paul.

"Paul, I'm coming," you struggled, fighting through your tears to answer. It killed him, but he was so happy you were okay.

You opened the door, and cried even harder when you saw his face. You couldn't hate him now, now when he came running for you. He ignored his usual boundaries and pulled you in for a hug. He was so warm wrapped around you. Your arms were still tucked into your chest. And his totally encompassed you.

"Just breath, honey," he said, rubbing his hand up and down your back. You tried to take his advice, but you couldn't focus.

"You came for me."

"I always will, you can always call me. I will always come running," he said. And you believed him.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" you asked, pushing yourself away from him enough to look up at his face. His features were uncharacteristically soft as they looked down at you.

"Of course," he said. He kissed your forehead, and you felt the instinct of pushing him away - but you ignored it this time.

"On the couch," you said.

"Sure, honey." He brushed his hands up and down your biceps, helping you take a few deep breaths. "I'm not going anywhere, don't worry."

"I don't understand what happened," you said, pushing yourself away from him. "She came out of the water, and then she..."

"It's okay," he cooed, "you don't have to say anything."

"And this doesn't change anything," you said. "I trust you with some things but not other things."

"Some things?" he asked, more amused than anything.

"I trust you with my life, not my heart."

"We'll work on it," he said, pulling you in close for another hug.

"Yeah," you agreed. "We'll work on it."

[requested] [part 2?]

I kind of love this?

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A Day of Breastfeeding

Thank you to this ask for the request of this one shot prompt

Things to help you read this easier:

(Married for 3 years/Any solo Harry era)

(I pray that this photo doesn't get my account in trouble again. It's an innocent photo with no real nudity shown.)

Today has been a busy day with you and your four month old daughter. She woke you up at the early hour of 5:00 am and you've been up ever since.

When she woke up at five, you crawled out of the warm bed you and Harry were sleeping in to go into her nursery. Her reason for awakening was hunger. Instead of feeding her in the nursery like you do most mornings, you carried her back into yours and Harrys bedroom so you could feed her in the comfort of your bed. You climbed back in bed with a hungry baby and laid her on your newly exposed chest. She latched instantly and you may or may not have dozed back off again due to exhaustion.

At 5:30 am Harrys alarm goes off, letting him know he needs to wake up to go to the studio for a few hours and record new music. He reached for his phone, shutting the alarm off, and turned around to glance at his beautiful wife. Beautiful wife who some how stayed asleep through the sounds of his alarm. What he wasn't expecting to see was his equally beautiful baby girl laying on top of your naked chest with your nipple exposed to the cold air of the room. Presumably due to your daughter having finished eating and your nipple falling out of her relaxed mouth. Harry sleepily smiled to himself. How did he get so lucky he thinks internally.

Harry knew he needed to get ready to be at the studio but he just couldn't help himself. He got up and quietly walked around the bed to pick up your sleeping daughter from your chest. Your eyes shot open at the loss of contact with her but Harry was quick to whisper, "Shhh my love. I'm just going to take her to her nursery and let you get some comfortable sleep. Then I'm leaving for the studio. If you need me, call me. I'll come right home. Love you." He bent down to place a kiss your lips and you give him a thankful smile. Right before he let the room, he covered your exposed chest with the blanket so you don't get cold.

Harry decided to burp your daughter on the walk to her nursery knowing she hadn't burped yet. She let out a soft little burp from her tiny mouth on her daddy's shoulder and Harry kissed her soft head in appreciation. He noticed her diaper was dirtied, so being the father he is, Harry changed her poopy diaper and cradled her back to sleep. He placed her back in her crib and gave her one more good bye kiss on his way out. Then Harry got dressed and left for the studio.

Your daughter let you sleep until 7:00 am when she got hungry again. You got up to feed her and decided to just stay awake and start your day. After you fed your daughter and changed her soiled diaper, you went down the stairs to make you something to eat. While you ate your yogurt and berries, the four month old played in her playpen. Then you put her down for a midmorning nap so you could clean up a bit. Around 11:00 am, you breastfeed her again while you watched a bit of tv. She fell asleep shortly after and you called Harry to let him know you were doing fine and talked about dinner options.

Through-out the rest of your day, you pretty much alternated between breastfeeding your daughter, changing dirty diapers, putting her down for naps, and did house chores: dishes, vacuuming, laundry, and dusting. Around 5:00 pm, you felt super disgusting from all the sweating you did today. The only problem was you were home alone with your daughter and there was no one to watch her while you showered or bathed. Usually you'd wait until Harry came home but the sound of a relaxing bath sounded heavenly to your ears. So the only reasonable fix to your problem was to bring her in the tub with you.

Harry and yourself have allowed her to get in the tub with either of you before. Sometimes Harry will be taking a relaxing bath and you'll kill two birds with one stone and have your daughter get a bath with him. Being only four months old, its still expectable for her to bath with her daddy. Or sometimes while you're taking a bath and Harry is watching her, she starts to scream and cry, needing or wanting you, so Harry has no other choice other than to bring her in the bathroom and allow you to comfort her to your warm, wet body.

Now in current time, you're in the bathtub with your naked daughter laying on your bare chest, just relaxing and cooing gentle words into her ears. It feels super nice to have all this skin to skin contact with her, but you're just praying she doesn't pee or poop in the tub. Maybe you should have kept her diaper on.

At first she was calm and relaxed, just staring off into the distance, but now she is grabbing at your boob wanting to be fed again. You reach down and position your nipple to her mouth and she laches on quickly. Your nipples are painfully sore from all the feedings you give her through-out the day, everyday. Harry has told you that you should start pumping and give your nipples a break but you can't seem to do that. Even though its quite painful each time she sucks, it's one of the best feeling to have a baby feed from you directly. That may not make much since to just anyone but you're sure other mums will understand.

While off in your own little world, you don't hear Harry come in the house. He finished for the day at the studio and came home to be with his loving family. First he questions where you two are. He walked in the kitchen to find it empty. Then he walks up the stairs and to the nursery to find it empty. Lastly he walks into your shared bedroom and it's empty as well. He starts to get worried until he hears a soft voice coming from the bathroom in your bedroom. He carries his sock covered feet to the bathroom door and gently pulls it open to see a pretty sight. You breastfeeding your daughter.

"Now we're feeding in the tub, are we?" Harry softly speaks with a content smile. He startles you at first but then you force yourself to relax so you don't disturb your baby.

"I needed a bath and had no one to watch her. Then she got hungry for the millionth time today. I actually think my nipples are going to fall off." you reply back and though you sound like you are joking, Harry could hear pain in your voice when you talked about your nipples falling off. He hates you're in pain.

"I'm sorry my love." he sincerely speaks while kneeling beside the tub to run a gentle hand over the babies back. He has always been infatuated with watching her feed from you. Not in a inappropriate way because they are the same boobs he loves to see jiggle when having sex but in a way where he's in total awe.

Seconds later your daughter spits out your nipple, so you ask Harry, "Could you maybe burp her and get her dressed for bed please, so I can properly wash myself."

Harry responds immediately with, "Of course darling. Anything for you." He bends forward to peck your lips and stands to grab a towel to wrap her small body in. He returns with a towel dedicated just for babies. It's made with thin, soft material so it won't be too rough on their skin. Then with the towel over his shoulder, he bends down to pick up her wet, naked body and lays her directly on his towel covered shoulder. She whines from the cold air but he shushes her. "Shhh my little love. It's alright." he whispers to her while wrapping the towel around her frame and begins to pat her back so she can burp. Before he steps out of the bathroom, he turns to you and says, "I'll be in her nursery. Yell out if you need me for anything."

"Okay." you comment back. As you began to wash your hair and body, all you can think about is how great of a husband and father Harry is. He never puts up fights when it comes to taking care of his daughter. It doesn't matter if it's 3:00 in the morning or while he's working. He'll always come to her aid or your aid for that matter.

Harry successfully burps her and lays her down on her changing table in the nursery. Before any accidents occur, he puts a clean diaper on her bum and finds some clean pjs to keep her body warm. "Alright. All done sweetheart." he tells his baby with a kiss on the cheek. Harry carries her with him to the kitchen, her face burred in his neck. She's awake but the warm bath and feeding did make her sleepy.

In the kitchen, Harry tries to decide what is best for dinner. He decides on a veggie pizza to pop in the oven, knowing you should agree with that choice. Right as the pizza goes into the pre heated oven, you come walking down the stairs in a loose fitting shirt and pajama shorts. "Feeling better?" Harry questions you with a dimply smile while soothingly rubbing your daughters back.

"Much. Thank you for getting her ready for bed." you tell your husband.

"You don't need to thank me. It's my job as much as it is yours. She 'our' baby." he responds.

You take your daughter from his hold and walk into the living room to feed her one last time before you put her to sleep. Harry takes the cooked pizza out the oven and plates you and him a slice. Then he makes his way to the living room, deciding you both can eat in there tonight so you're more comfortable. You eat and breastfeed at the same time, doing mummy multitasking. When Harry finishes eating, he takes your now sleeping baby girl from your hold and carries her to the nursery. Like every time before he leaves her room, he makes sure to lay a soft kiss on her head. Once all that is done, he comes back to you in the living room.

"Please use the pump for tonight. Your boobs need to rest and also that way I can get up to feed her through-out the night and let you get some proper sleep." Harry says to you as you're cuddle each other on the couch.

"But I'm scared if she uses a bottle that she won't want me again. She may realize the bottle is better than my nipples." you mumble in his neck.

"That's silly. Of course she'll want your breast again. You're her mother. She very much enjoys the bonding time with you when you breastfeed her but she's getting to the age to where she needs to have other options. In a month, she'll be able to try baby food. She'll still need your milk but just introducing solids to her diet." Harry calmly speaks while rubbing over your back in a calmly manner.

After a lot of convincing on Harrys part, you decided to try and pump for the first time. So you both stand from the couch and head to your bedroom. Harry grabs the milk pumper from your closet and you get comfortable on the bed. You take your shirt off and pull the covers to your waist. Then he brings the machine over to you and sets everything up. He helps you attach the pieces to each of your nipples, being very gentle knowing how painful they are. Once they are suctioned properly, he turns the machine on and asks, "Are you alright by yourself if I go take a shower? I promise I won't be long." You nod your head and Harry grabs a pair of clean boxers, than makes his way to the bathroom and began his showering.

When Harry returns from his quick shower, the two bottles that collect your milk are near about full. He helps you remove the suction cups and disconnects the bottles from the pump to place them in the fridge for later tonight. As he returns, he see's you standing in front of the huge mirror in your bathroom, just staring at your boobs. Specifically your nipples. Your nipples even look painful he thinks to himself. He walks up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and caresses your ribcage with his fingers, looking straight ahead at your body in the mirror. "Go lay in bed and I'll put some cream on them." he whispers in your ear.

You follow his instructions and exit the bathroom to get in bed. Harry grabs some cream and returns to you. "I'll be gentle." he says in his tired voice, straddling your lap. He dips his ring less fingers in the soothing cream and bends down. Cradling the sides of your boobs with one hand, he uses his other to rub the nipple itself. His movements are slow and if it was under other circumstances, you swear you would have just gotten turned on by his actions. He looks to be in extreme concentration and you can't help but feel happy. For the second time today, you realize how great Harry is to you and your baby.

Once Harry has covered both your nipples in the cream, he helps you put a bra on that has leaking pads in them, to prevent the ointment from making a mess on the beds covers. Then he goes to wash his hands and comes back to crawl into bed and snuggle with you. "Love you y/n." Harry whispers quietly.

"I love you too babe. And I know you said not to thank you earlier, but thank you. I'm grateful to have you in my life." you blindly reach up to kiss his lips and then shove your face into his neck, smelling the manly scent of his body wash.

Through-out that night, anytime your four mouth old daughter woke up needing a feeding, Harry got up and warmed a bottle from the fridge and sat in the rocker located in the corner of her nursery each time. She would curl up on his tattooed chest, sleepily drink the bottle, and he would rock back and forth, lightly singing to her in a sleep ridden voice. Then he burped her after each feeding and put her back to sleep comfortably in her crib. That night, you got the most uninterrupted sleep you've gotten since before she was born and its all thanks to your wonderful husband and baby daddy, Harry.

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doubledgesword-2 · 3 years

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Breeding Kink

I’m taking this as a kink instead so I hope that’s alright for the request! I apologize if it isn’t! I treated them like drabbles and if I’m honest I’m a bit disappointed in my work ;-; this rose tea is not my best.

Illumi

You opened your door to your pitch-black apartment with the same sluggishness and tiredness you had walking all the way from your work to here. Today had been one of those days, and those were fine once in a while...but the entire week? No, that was not normal. You had been on edge and stressed to the point of burning out. So the plans for this evening consisted of showering, eating something quick, and just dying on your bed. That was until you noticed the figure sitting on your sofa.

Illumi's back was to you; he was so still and quiet, you might as well think he fell asleep while sitting.

"You're late," his voice cut through the silence.

"I didn't know I was expected," you replied, and it was the truth; Illumi had left for a week on a job and didn't even called you. You weren't feeling particularly forgiving this evening, and the edge of your tone contrasted the calm and monotony in his

"It's been a long day, Illumi, is there anything I can do for you?"

Your relationship wasn't the best when it came to normal; there was a lot of miscommunication or lack of it. But Illumi did his best, he was interested in you, and that didn't happen often.

"As my love interest, you should always expect me is a quality that every wife should have. It's their job to wait for their husbands no matter how long they take" Illumi turned slightly to look into your eyes as he talked.

You perked up at the word wife; he had never made allusions to marriage, at least not directly like this. You knew his goals when it came to relationships. Still, you always expected him to leave you in the end for someone more suitable, almost royalty. After all, his parents were very demanding, and you knew you didn't fit the role of the perfect wife, starting with the fact that you worked a regular job and haven't found your nen if you even had one.

"But we're not married, Illumi. Besides, I don't think your parents would approve of someone as vain as me. I'm not strong, and I don't meet the qualifications. So..." you shrugged in the end, dropping your keys on the counter and your bag nearby.

Your hand went to flip the switch; all this talk in the darkness was unnerving you, especially when you took into consideration Illumi was an assassin. Right when you flipped the switch, Illumi's hand was on your wrist, turning off the lights once more. You could feel his toned chest as he pulled you close to him. For a second, you struggled in a fight or flight response, and Illumi's face went to the crook of your neck. His breath on your neck sent chills down your spine as he planted a feather-like kiss on your pulse. The action almost threatening, and it made you swallow. The fear and desire burned equally in your veins as he stretched your clothes, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses all the way to your shoulder.

"I think I've given you too much freedom. Do you think you're in control in this relationship?" He whispered to your shoulder, his other hand holding you tightly to him. "Do you think you can talk back to me just because you're tired? If you're going to be my wife, you need to learn how to behave properly."

Illumi slammed you down on the island counter, both of your hands twisted on your back held with one hand. You gasped and yelped as he did so. Whether it was from desire or fear, you didn't know. He bent over you, leaning close to the side of your head, nibbling your earlobe and whispering.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you" Illumi's free hand caressed your side, going down and squeezing everything he could. "The first lesson is to obey my every command. Can you do that?"

You nodded frantically, and he tilted his head innocently as if he wasn't holding you down or grinding into your hips slowly.

"Good girl" Illumi turned your body so you'd be laying on your back facing him. His hands went to your shirt, ripping it open, sending the buttons flying all around.

"Second, we have to continue the Zoldyck Legacy..." Illumi caressed a trail down your stomach and undid his pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I'll ensure you're filled to the brim, just to be sure it takes. We still have all night to try."

Hisoka

Hisoka had managed to find you where you were staying. You were on a short business trip. After he had disappeared to go on another gig, you didn't think it would matter if you actually did the same for the same reason. But Hisoka didn't like that. Like the petulant child he is, he was expecting to arrive home and be received and welcomed with a nice meal and some more relaxing activities afterward. But all he got was a nicely written note on the counter explaining your absence.

P.S feed your cat dummy :)

"Hmm," the cat meow made him look down to the fluff currently sitting at his feet, "She left you too, huh? Well, at least you welcomed me." He said in a bitterly playful tone.

After feeding the adorable and fearsome beast that guarded your apartment, he went on to look for you. He wanted your attention, and he wanted it now.

You had been staying at a company-paid hotel near the station. It was a relatively short trip, three days max, counting on everything going according to the agenda. After you had finished your last reports, you were set for a nice shower and sleep. Your stomach growling said otherwise, though. So you ordered some room service and went to shower quickly just in case the food came. When you were out in your robes, there was a knock on the door.

"Coming"

You opened the door, still drying your hair, when you looked up at the man serving you. It was Hisoka. Somewhere along the way, after he figured where you were, he had seen the boy coming up with your food, and once that was temporarily disposed of, he went on to serve you.

"Mmm, hello (Y/N)-Chan, how lovely to see you" he rolled the cart inside the room and closed the door by slamming you into it.

"Hisoka, w-what are you doing here?"

"I was lonely and bored. You left me all alone" He licked a trip up your neck all the way to your cheek.

"You leave alone all the time; what's the difference?" You were angry at that statement, 'how dare he?'

Hisoka's eyes widened for a split second, but not in shock, more in amusement.

"Oh," he chuckled, the tone dangerous, "my bad, little pet, I didn't realize this was such a sensitive topic" his tone was whimsical and mocking.

"Here, let's eat, and maybe you'll feel better" without giving you a chance, Hisoka grabbed your arms and flung you into the bed.

After your first release, you felt tired. You had been working nonstop for these two days. Your eyes closed, and his half-lidded ones are the last thing you remember.

"You actually passed out, doll. Was our sexy time too much to handle, or have I been mistreating you all these weeks I wasn't there, hmm~?"

You let out a breath at his playful look. He was rubbing circles on your exposed stomach while straddling you.

"Mmm, I think you're not relaxed enough; we might as well try again. After all, you let all my efforts slip out; I'll have to work hard to fill you up again~" he pouted playfully, looking over your tired form. "Don't worry, you can sleep while I'm at it, little fruit."

Chrollo

You were currently perched on your island counter chair like a vulture looking down at its prey. The entire week had been a mess of deadlines, due dates, and unhelpful people. To say you were stressed was an understatement. You were so stressed you no longer felt stressed.

That's how Chrollo found you when he entered your house. He could've used the front door, but he wanted to surprise you, and now he was worried about your confused face staring down the laptop screen.

You were so concentrated that when his hand laid on your shoulder, you jumped with a yelp.

"Argh, don't scare me like that," you chuckled, giving him a quick peck on the cheek but immediately turned to the computer screen once more.

Chrollo pouted slightly. He had been gone for an entirety of two weeks because of a small job; the least he expected was to be received with kisses, praise, and hugs like it was a kings parade.

He understood the stress, but he wasn't having it.

"Have you eaten anything?" He casually asked.

"Not really, but I can make you something if you want?" Chrollo gave a small smiled at the fact that you'd roll were willing to attend to him. You just needed to relax.

"Don't worry, love, I'll go shower" you nodded, and he turned, making his way down the hall and disappearing. You heard the water turn on muffled because of the closed door.

While you were concentrated on your work Chrollo slipped out of the bathroom, he grabbed you by the waist, spinning you and slamming you against the wall. His lips were possessive and angry as he kissed you. Sandwiched between his toned chest and the wall, you tried to push him back but eventually gave in to the way his fingers caressed your sides, his tongue forced yours into submission, and how he grinds his hips suggestively.

"Chrollo," you gasped when he finally let go of your swollen lips to suck on the skin of your neck. "I have to w-work."

At the mention of it, he bit down hard on your shoulder, making you Yelp.

"No more work" he licked the bite, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses. "I just returned, expecting my little darling to receive me with kisses and at least one hug. But instead," his free hand grabbed your hips tightly enough to bruise, "you've overworked to the bone" your hands held his head close to your chest, ruffling his hair in the process and making him look even hotter.

"I-I"

"It's alright, I know how you can make it better" kiss on your shoulder.

"for both of us" kiss on your jaw.

"I'm going to shower, and you're coming with me; after getting on your knees for me, you can let me fill you up nicely."

"But-t" a moan slipped your lips as his knee went between your legs.

"And if you keep protesting, I'll just keep stuffing you until you can't think straight. See if you can work after that"

I hope this was good! I’m sorry if I butchered this 😭

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ttuesday · 3 years

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Hellooooo, I absolutely adore your blog. I literally check your blog everyday for new stuff, your writing soothes my restless soul.

If you'd want to and have the time, could we get some jealous (and maybe a lil bit possessive) boys (preferrably like dutch, arthur or hosea) when reader has to turn up her charms for a job? xx If it's not your cup of tea I understand <3

Keep being you and have a great day!

ANON I LOVE THAT IDEA

The Mayor of Saint Denis was throwing a party and Angelo Bronte had invited Dutch to go. It was Hosea’s idea for you to come too, knowing that your charm and friendly demeanour would help you get useful information from the other guests. And so you, your sweetheart and some of the other fellers bought some fancy clothes and headed off to the party.

Arthur

Arthur knows the only reason you’re here and being polite is for the sake of the gang. You don’t actually want to be hanging around with all these high society folk, or at least he hopes you don’t.

Whenever Arthur sees you laugh at a joke or smile at another man, he can feel a small knot of jealous grow in his gut. He rolls his eyes and mumbles a few snarky comments. He doesn’t mean to but he can’t help himself.

As ye leave the party, Arthur asks “Y’sure you don’t wanna stay, looks like you’re really enjoying yourself”. That night when you’re both back at camp and inside your tent, Arthur makes sure to please you.

When you think back to this night, Arthur wants you to think of the two of ye in your tent, not the party. Afterwards while you’re both cuddling, he opens up about how he was feeling at the party and apologises for being rude.

Charles

Charles is a very relaxed guy. He understands that this is all part of the job. It's not like you wanted to charm all these people, it's something you were doing for the plan.

That doesn't mean he has to like it though. A part of him feels silly for getting jealous but seeing you smile and make each of the guests feel special gets under his skin.

He stays close to you throughout the night in case you need some back-up. Charles wants to make sure he can be there for you within a second. Half of the time he's there, Charles is hoping neither of ye have to go to another one of these parties ever again.

When ye get back to camp, Charles gives you a big hug. Honestly, he was waiting to punch each and every person you talked to but he's glad he stayed calm and didn't act impulsively.

Dutch

Dutch is convinced he's stuck in a nightmare. What was he thinking making you go off and charm all these irrelevant people?! Looking back on it, he thinks it was a stupid plan but he won't admit that.

A mixture of annoyance and jealous builds in his stomach. He keeps a watchful eye on you as he goes around the party, making sure to know where you are at all times.

Eventually Dutch can't take it anymore and he wraps his arm around your waist. He stays with you for the rest of the party, making sure to give you kisses throughout the night so everyone knows you're with him.

When you enter his tent after the long night, Dutch's hands are immediately on your body. Dutch needs to touch every inch of you so be prepared for a longgg night.

John

John really didn't think he was the jealous type. He knew what your job was at the party but there was a massive difference in hearing that you're going to be charming people versus actually seeing you charm people.

John subtly follows you around the party and whenever an other guest flirts with you, John butts in and tells the guest they have something stuck in their teeth. As they quickly go to find a mirror, John mutters an insult about them before distancing himself for you again.

It's very obvious that John is jealous and on the ride back to camp, Arthur and Dutch make sure to tease him about it. He just huffs and rolls his eyes in response.

As ye settle down for the night, John says he's sorry for how he acted and that he knows he was being stupid. He needs a lot of cuddles and reassurance.

Micah

What kinda bullshit is this? There you are, all dressed up and looking like you should be one of those fancy cigarette cards but you have to talk to other people?

Micah's in a rage. He can't stand seeing you smile and laugh with these snobby jerks. Micah spends the majority of his time sulking around the party and pouting.

They're lucky security took everyone's weapons at the front door, otherwise Micah wouldn't shot every single person who spoke to you... yeah, he's quite possessive.

As the fireworks begin, Micah comes up next to you and tells you that Dutch need ye to go into the mansion to look for something. He leads you through the house until he stops in a quiet corridor. Yeah, Dutch didn't actually ask Micah to go look for anything, Micah just wants to fuck.

Hosea

Hosea’s done plenty of cons in the past. He knows how it goes and he knows that charming is the most efficient way to get information. Hosea's aware that this is a part of the job.

He trusts you too but Hosea's issue is with everyone else at the party. He doesn't trust them in the slightest. At first, Hosea tries to distract himself by talking to other guests and trying to get information on any upcoming stagecoaches or trains but he can't stop thinking about you.

Finally, Hosea thinks that Dutch's plan isn't worth it and decides to join you instead. He links arms with you and joins you in charming people. It's a lot easier that way cause you can both work together.

Deep down Hosea knows he joined you because he was feeling insecure and jealous but luckily it worked out well and he didn't even have to threaten anyone!

Javier

Javier doesn’t get jealous easily. At first he actually thought it was amusing that you had to charm the high class people of Saint Denis. He hoped that after you spent a few minutes charming people, that ye could spend the rest of the night together.

Unfortunately it wasn’t that simple and it was like more and more people wanted to talk to you. That was when Javier stopped seeing the amusing side of it and began to get more and more annoyed as the night dragged on.

Finally Javier snaps at someone after they interrupt him when he tried to talk to you. And now when people try to flirt with you, Javier pulls you in for a deep kiss so they get the hint and fuck off.

Javier tells Dutch that ye won’t be going back to camp and instead he pays for a hotel room for the night *wink wink*. Right now, Javier needs you and he wants to remind you of how great he can make you feel.

Bill

Bill is jealous within the first five minutes. You go up to the first guest and introduce yourself and Bill is already grumpy. He wandered over to Dutch a few times, asking if you need to be charming everyone and if he could alter the plan a little.

The last thing Bill wants to do is put the plan in jeopardy so instead of completely disrupting you, he hovers around where you are and tries to subtly listen to your conversation... or well, as subtly as Bill can be.

Slowly he edges his way into the conversation. The guests you're trying to charm, look over that the man who's awkwardly joined the conversation and who has a big cheesy smile on his face.

Yeah your charm doesn't work great with Bill there too but it's sweet that he wants to stay close.

Sean

Sean acts cool. Yeah you go do your thing, Sean will gladly cheer you on. He was excited to wear a fancy suit and go to some high class party. Sean was convinced it'd be fun...

But then he actually sees you talking to a lot of other people and Sean starts to feel left out.

He tries to distract him by throwing the finger food into the fountain, stealing people's top hats, stacking the wine glasses on top of each other but Sean still looks over at you every few minutes.

When he was passing by you, Sean was convinced he heard someone flirting with you. Sean instantly jumps into action, trying to be intimidating and blurting out a couple of threats. Afterwards you lead Sean away and explain that the man was talking to his wife, not you.

#AHHHH ANON I LOVE YOU #YOURE SO SWEET ;-;#THANK U THANK U THANK U #<333 #headcanons #writings #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #micah bell #john marston #charles smith #javier escuella #bill williamson #sean macguire #hosea matthews

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saturnsstufff · 3 years

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Hey Saturn when your free and got time could you pretty please do some dad Sam headcannons or a short fic, whichever you'd prefer! I just feel like we all need some dad Sam headcannons cause the discord got me thinking about him🥺 dad Sam my beloved

-👀

Honestly he is so fresh in my mind as soon as you sent this I had to write.

Amelia- Awsamdude

Sam was such an amazing person. I mean genuinely, the man worked so hard for everything. He made sure the house you two had was comfortable, he worked hard hours at the prison, all well still experimenting with Redstone. But no matter what, he always made sure to shower you in love and affection. He never wanted you doubting your place within his heart.

Being his girlfriend, and fiancé was short lived to say the least. He wanted to marry you so bad. Calling you his, and only his, was such a high honor to him. After settling down into the comfort of a new chapter in life, you both did start to notice something feeling off or missing. It's said a lot like that, but Sam and you just genuinely felt a little off, and lonely without a little extra spunk.

So naturally when he climbed over you, and suggested maybe bringing a baby into the world, you both broke into wide smiles. It was genuinely the cutest thing ever. He was so happy that you were the mother, well you were happy he was the father.

When you told him you were actually pregnant, he couldn't contain his pure joy and excitement. He had wanted a family for so long, just something he could call his own. He wanted moments with his children like their first Christmas, Easter, ect. He also wanted the little moments in between them.

He knew pregnancies were hard, and he apologized the whole nine months. although he knew the ending was oh, so worth it, the track there was rough. But he adored every trimester you went through. What started as a adorable little bump, turned into something he could gently lift and hold for you.

His favorite thing ever, had quickly become the moments you laid against him in bed. With his hand on your stomach, rubbing gentle loving shapes, as the two of you rested your heads together. Loving the soft gentle moment you always shared. He always made you feel so safe, and you always clamed his nerves, relieving any stress held from his day.

He was one of those dad's that just adored your tummy. He always had a hand or his hands on it. Wanting to just feel close to his child and you. Of course he would also lay his head on your lap and talk to the baby bump. Saying he couldn't wait to meet his little bundle.

When the baby was born he was in love. It was an adorable baby girl, curled up ever so small within your arms. Sam loved the name Amelia, finding it perfect for his little darling.

Well you recovered, Sam was the most perfect dad ever. He never failed to get up at night if Amelia was fussy. Her little cries always cut short at the sight of her strong daddy coming to get her. He would lay her on his chest and rock so gently, singing softly and humming sweet lullaby's so she could sleep peacefully.

You would often catch him slipping back into bed from one of the nightly cries. His arm slipping around your waist tightly. Pulling your body close to his. You couldn't help the smile that graced your lips when you nuzzled his chest. Of course he nuzzled into your neck, finding comfort with your soft presence.

One particular day would always stick out to you. Sam had been working long shifts at the prison, now that dream inhabited the prison he took his job very seriously.

But because of his long hours, Amelia and you have been left alone. Sam didn't want to be gone from his two girls of course. But he also didn't want to leave dream alone.

Luckily one night he came back early, and trust me you were very thankful. Amelia wouldn't stop crying, she just wanted her dad. The crying was starting to take a toll on you as well. As soon as your armor covered husband walked in, you literally cried. Throwing your arms around him you sobbed into his chest. Overwhelmed from being too tired. Of course Sam was shocked and worried when his first interaction home was his wife sobbing into his chest.

"Baby... Hey... Is Amelia ok?..." he asked softly. Gently rubbing your back, wanting to calm you down.

“I.. I don't know! I.. I've fed her, and she doesn't need to be changed! Even when I hold her she cries!" Your tear stained face looked up at him. His face was only showing kindness, gentle eyes looking into your tear filled ones.

"Baby... baby, its ok..." he took your face into his hands softly. Gently rubbing your cheeks, wiping away your tears. He pressed his lips to your forehead, offering soft moments to you to try and ease your worries. "Go ahead and sit down a moment, ok?..." he asked gently. When you nodded as a answer he kisses your forehead once more. Letting his hands fall from your face.

He wondered into Amelia's room, his boots heavy on the wooden floor. As soon as her father came into view she reached out for him. Her little legs kicking away.

"Hey... hey now... I herd my Little Girl was causing momma problems..." He said softly. Picking her up into his arms. With gentle rocks he walked back out to you. Ami cuddled into his arms, her crying now dying down. He offered his hand out to you. His other arm easily holding your baby. "Lets get you a bath love..." you nodded and got up, taking his gentle yet firm hand.

Sam always knew what to do for you and Ami. Well you relaxed out in the freshly drawn bath. Sam had Ami layout on the bed. Her wide Grey eyes looking up at him with wonder as she tried to fit her foot into her mouth. Sam only chuckled at her cute actions. "What do you think your doing there? Feet aren't very yummy" he mused, setting his armor aside. Instead of pulling a shirt on, he just scooped Ami up resting her on his chest. With her cuddling down against him, he smiled at her. Every time he looked at her he saw you, and that only made him love you both more.

When you stepped out of the bathroom you simply head for the living room. Feeling much better now that you had a moment of peace, clothing wise Sam's left over T-shirt acted as a perfect nightgown. When you found Sam, the sight was utterly adorable.

Sam sat on the couch, laid out completely relaxed. On his chest, Ami laid completely asleep. Her soft cheek pressed to Sam's chest, his heart beat offering a soft loving tune. His hand was rested on her back, above the blanket that laid over top of the two cuddle bugs. Although his eyes were closed he wasn't asleep, with the soft pad of your feet he opened his eyes. Gazing up at you with adoring eyes.

"How was your bath, baby?" He asked softly, moving a bit of the blanket for you. You crawled onto the couch by him. Nuzzling and resting your head on his shoulder the three of you all cuddled down.

"It was long needed... better if you were with me..." he smiled and kissed your head. Taking in all the affection he was receiving.

"We can always take one together again... maybe when Ami isn't so fussy..." he muttered, his thumb rubbing over Ami's tiny back.

"She really missed you..." you said, looking down at your sweet daughter. Sam's arm snuck around your waist, pulling you tight against him.

"Well I missed you both..." Sam said softly. No matter what he always found peace with you both. With both his girls. You two were the one thing he would give everything up for. You, his wife, the one person he confided everything in, and Ami. His daughter, the daughter made of his flesh and blood. He loved you both more than words would even begin to explain. No matter how fussy she was, it was moments like this that made up for it. Sam turned his head to face you, his lips pressing together a moment before he spoke. "I Love you (y/n)..."

"I love you too Sam"

#awesamdude x reader #dreamsmp x reader #minecraft fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #asd

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imerdwarf · 3 years

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Love At First Crash

Summary: your car gets taken to the repair shop where you meet the man who will repair it for you.

Prompt:

Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: flirting, mild angst, idiots in love, happy ending 🥰

Word Count: 2,128 (I AM SO SORRY)

Author's Notes: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club's Drunk Drabbles 💜 my first time writing for mechanic!Bucky, thank you so much @jobean12-blog for checking it and giving me your thoughts 💜

It's been just a few days since you've visited the repair shop and met the owner Bucky Barnes. His charming smile made your tummy feel like you had a swarm of butterflies fluttering around inside.

His tight white tank top was pulled so tightly across his chest that his pecs could be seen. His black jeans that sculptured around his thick thighs to show off those thigh muscles, his mechanical outfit was matched perfectly with his black boots.

Your footsteps echoed off the bare concrete walls and floors as you entered the repair shop back from the back entrance. The metal shutters with a dangling chain link was rolled halfway up and a dozen of motorcycles parked next to the doors.

The distant quiet music from the digital radio did very little to quieten your footsteps. Bucky had heard you and rolled himself out from underneath your car. He smirked up when he saw you approach him.

"Hey there doll." Bucky showed off his perfect pearly whites and that was the same smile that gave you the butterfly feeling.

"Hey Bucky," you smiled back and sheepishly shoved your hands in the front of your pockets. You had originally opted to call him James, but he beefy man insisted on Bucky since his close friends and family called him by that name and James had sounded so foreign to his ears.

Bucky stood up, his biceps flexing under his movements and you couldn't stop the creeping flush. You cleared your throat and looked at your car.

"She's looking good!" Bucky's smile grew wider by how excited and happy you were.

"Yes you are," he muttered under his breath but you heard him say something. Your head snaps towards him and grin.

"What did you just say?" Bucky blushed and now it was his turn to clear his throat and rub the back of his neck, unknowingly with his greasy padded fingertips which left a black streak.

"I said she is, she won't be too long in here actually, a few more days." He wanted to exhale his sigh of relief when you nodded your head and looked back at your car.

"Great, you're the best Bucky!"

Bucky was absolutely beaming from the praise but it wasn't a lie, Bucky really was the best. He was so the best in fact that you found yourself daydreaming about the beefy mechanic days after you visited him at the shop.

You were laying on your couch listening to the birds singing outside and staring up at the white ceiling with your hands resting on your stomach thinking about that gorgeous smile of his. You loved the way his hair was always slicked back into a bun and how his shirt was always grease stained, a sign of a hard working man. You knew he was working hard to get your car back on the road as soon as possible, he kept in touch to let you know how everything was going.

You were falling for him, fast and hard. He was all you could ever think about, he was all you dreamed about and he lived rent free in your head.

Your gut clenches from the thought that realistically, he is probably in a serious long-term relationship with a much more beautiful woman, one that must make him happy because he was always in a good mood and always smiling.

Your chances of ever being with him were really slim, and it was such a bitter pill to swallow. He was just a crush and that is all he would ever be. But it didn't stop you from creating scenarios in your head with him. What your evenings would look like cuddled on the couch watching movies, listening to music or just talking to each other. What kind of food you'd cook him, would he kiss you as a compliment? In your head he does.

You wonder what it would be like to have him underne—

"Y/N!" Wanda's voice suddenly breaks through your thoughts and you blink back to reality. You mumble a response and Wanda finds you laying on the couch staring up to nothing, again, "still daydreaming about your hot boyfriend?" She teases and you scoff, sitting up to glare at her.

"He is not my boyfriend. Never was, never will be." Your face drops when you said it out loud, as though it suddenly dawned on you.

"But you have a crush on him right?" Wanda pushes and you regret ever spilling the beans to her in the first place, of course she is never going to let this go.

"No." You lied.

"Then why does he make you look so sad?" Damn it Wanda, "look, I'm not here to pressure you but my brother is back in town and we are meeting at the bar tonight! He misses you and wants to see you!"

"Bucky misses me?!" You may have zoned out again thinking about Bucky. Wanda rolls her eyes and laughs lightly.

"No! Pietro! But I'm sure Bucky does kiss you... I mean miss you!"

You smiled, great now another thing to add to your scenarios.

"What time?"

"8pm sharp! Don't be late!" She kisses your cheek in a friendly manner before skipping out of your door and leaving you alone with your thoughts. You had a few more hours to lay here and do nothing but think about him.

***

The bar was crowded when you arrived and you headed towards the bar to order a drink when Pietro came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You screeched out when you turned around and saw it was him, pulling him into a tight hug and keeping your hands on his forearms as he kissed your cheeks.

It might have been innocent, but from where Bucky was stood, it seemed like the two of you were an item and his heart dropped into his stomach and his mood turned sour.

He had no idea you were with Pietro, he knew him because he's a well known lawyer with a lot of successful cases under his belt so he couldn't blame you for being with someone with a clean job while he went to work everyday in a greasy repair shop.

He's only met you a dozen times but he doesn't remember you ever smiling that brightly at him when you were in his repair shop.

"You're brooding." Natasha, one of Bucky's oldest friends told him as she sipped her dry red wine. Bucky rolled his eyes and swished his beer around in his hand.

"I'm fine." Bucky scoffed and turned his angle away from Natasha.

"You're in love." Bucky again rolls his eyes and tries to ignore her. He tries to ignore you both, he tries to contain the jealousy that desperately wants to come out and say something about the way you're not even pulling away from Pietro.

"I'm leaving," Bucky tells Natasha, chugging the rest of his beer before slamming the bottle down on a nearby table, he turns to Nat and points a finger in her face, "and don't follow me."

The catch-up with Pietro was nice, it's been a few years since you've seen each other and he was telling you about his new wife when you saw Bucky storm out of the bar over his shoulder. Your eyes widened, never even noticing he was here and oh god, how this must have looked. Your heart sunk when you saw a redhead follow in his direction, that must have been his girlfriend.

Your mood to stay in the bar any longer was diminished and now all you wanted to do was go home and be by yourself.

You excused yourself from Pietro's grip and bid Wanda a quick goodnight before making a quick exit out of the bar and heading straight home.

Your thoughts kept you up the whole night. You couldn't sleep and tossed and turned throughout the cold night. You kept thinking back to the way he stormed out of the bar, if only you had seen him sooner.

Wanda entered your home early the next morning to find you already sitting up at the kitchen table nursing a hot cup of coffee. You looked exhausted and she could tell you haven't slept.

"Hey." She whispers, putting her hand on your shoulder, "are you okay?" You nod your head and sigh, not being in the mood to talk about things right now.

"I'm fine, just tired from last night." It's a lie that Wanda seems to accept for now.

"Barnes called." Wanda sighs and your head snaps up, "your car is ready to be picked up. I'll go and get it for you so you can rest." You feel upset that he couldn't or didn't want to call you but called your emergency contact instead.

"O-kay."

"I'll be back in a bit!" Wanda leaves quickly, jumping into Pietro's car and rehearsing the conversation in her head before she confronted Bucky.

Bucky was wiping his dirty greased up fingertips on the rag he had stuffed in his back pocket when Wanda arrived with Pietro. He saw him drive off shortly after she got out and Bucky refrained from rolling his eyes.

He was probably going home to you. He thought selfishly to himself. He mustered the biggest smile he could but it didn't fool Wanda.

"Wanda."

"Barnes, you called?"

"Yeah, Y/N's car is ready."

"And you couldn't inform her why?" Wanda queried, noting the disappointing look that swam in his eyes.

"I didn't think Pietro would like that."

Wanda bent over and held her stomach as she laughed. Bucky's eyebrows pinched together in confusion, "What's so funny?" He snapped, angry at how this whole thing was completely unfair.

"I'm sorry- it's just- it's just- oh god- Pietro is my brother and he's married." Wanda said between breaths.

This only infuriated Bucky even further, "good for him but I don't need to know how happy they are together!" He needed to chill and calm down. Jealousy was not a good look.

"He isn't married to Y/N. She's single, has a crush on you, maybe even hopelessly in love with you but that's fine if you want to-"

"She's what?" Bucky asks shocked, there's no way a pretty dame like yourself could love him. He's too basic, too plain.

"Why don't you drop me home in Y/N's car and take her car back to her yourself and you'll see what I mean." It was an offer he couldn't refuse. If Wanda wasn't pulling his leg, and you really were single, he needed to get to you before someone else did.

***

It's been well over an hour since Wanda left to pick up your car. In that time, you managed to take a shower to release your tense muscles, take something for the pounding headache and change into an outfit.

You were really excited to get your car back, making a promise with yourself that you'll be a lot more careful this time and try not to get into more car crashes.

You heard the engine in your driveway and you leapt towards the front door with a smile on your face, your smile growing even wider when you saw it wasn't Wanda behind the wheel, but Bucky. You couldn't put your finger on why you were so happy to see him, maybe it was a little hope he didn't hate you after all.

He got out of the car and strolled up towards you with a matching smile on his own face. His hands were in his front pockets and he looked amazing dressed in all black with a black leather jacket.

"Hi!" Your dam almost breaks, you were awake the whole night worrying about what would happen and then he didn't call you himself this morning about your car, it was easy to jump to conclusions, "I'm so happy to see you."

"Doll, I'm sorry I didn't call- my thoughts- well, I mean my feelings got in the way and I let my jealousy shine brighter than the sun." He chuckled shyly.

"Please you don't need to explain, it's me who owes you an explanation. You see, Pietro and I are—"

"No need doll. Wanda told me everything. It's a pretty warm day, Steve is covering for me back at the shop and I wondered if you'd like to head down to the beach with me?"

You grinned and looked down to your feet before looking into his eyes again, "I can make a picnic?"

"Sounds like a date!"

"A date it is."

Taglist: @smokeybluebrooke-lyn @pinkdiamond1016 @whatrambles @bestofbucky

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edensrose · 2 years

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Yessss! I finally found an active tower of god blog that writes for the minor characters!! Your writing is so good I went through all of it!! 💗 are you open to writing Wangnan proposal headcanons?

omg thank you so much for all the support I'm so happy that you like my writing 💕 really hope you enjoy this!

ৎ୭ — summary : how wangnan proposes to his s/o

ৎ୭ — type : headcanon

ৎ୭ — genre : fluff

ৎ୭ — warnings : none

ৎ୭ — word count : 645

ৎ୭ — taglist : @spoopy-fish-writes @a-chaotic-dumbass @rurifangirl @shanmie // please fill out this form if you'd like to be added

•Wangnan was anything but calm at the mere thought of proposing to you

•He knew what he wanted, he wanted you to be his wife. He loved you dearly and yet he couldn’t stop the anxiety that filled him from head to toe whenever he thought of going through with his plan. It wasn’t that he was nervous at the thought of marrying you - but whether or not you’d say yes. We all know the curse that Wangnan believes he has - he’s afraid that he’ll lose you too. That maybe you won’t be ready and he would drive you away

•Probably planned this out quite some time ago. Khun helped him with picking the ring and Goseng helped him rehearse a few lines and yet. . . whenever he told himself that now was the right time he’d always chicken out, always second-guess himself.

•‘What if they don’t want this?’ ‘What if they say no?’ ‘Oh hell, it would be SO awkward if they say NO!!’

•He was a mess, probably needed a bit of a pep talk from none other than Khun himself - who had beaten it into his head that he needed to man up and stop backing out before he regrets it. At first, Wangnan tries to ignore his little lecture - but eventually. . . it started to get to him. What if he never ends up asking you to marry him and ends up regretting it? With how dangerous and unpredictable life in the tower could be, he soon came to the realisation that you could be taken from him any day, any minute

•This is what finally knocked some sense into him and prompted him to go with the plan that he had made months in advance - yet always stopped from going through with. Well not anymore; this was it. He wasn’t wasting another day second-guessing himself

•The next day he suggested you both go out. He didn’t want to make it extravagant but he did want to make it special. You spent the entire day doing all of your favourite things - he even took you to your favourite restaurant. Admittedly, he nearly burst and let the cat out of the bag - nearly asked you then and there and ruin whatever he had planned. But he held restraint.

•After dinner you both took a walk to the fountain he recalled you admiring when you first arrived at this floor. He asked you to make a wish - which you did so gladly, closing your eyes and bringing your hands together. Wangnan used this opportunity and quickly got down on one knee - so that when you finally reopened your eyes, you were greeted with a twinkling ring within the small velvet box

•He fell quiet, his entire form freezing as he witnessed your reaction - the shock. It may have been a good kind of surprise but it didn’t calm down his nerves nor bring his voice back. Yet, with a shaky sigh, he inhales before speaking; “I love you,’’ he breathed, before stammering and shaking his head quickly. “W-Wait that was supposed to come later - shit - uh!” He stops, exhaling - before: “I’m sorry, I know I should have rehearsed more but you make me really nervous,’’ he chuckled sheepishly

•“I want nothing more than to be yours and for you to be mine. Will you marry me Y/N?” He wasn’t good with romantic speeches, but he hoped his words showed you truly how serious he was about this

•And it worked. Your excited acceptance brought a grin to his lips as he slipped the ring onto your finger and yanked you into his arms, bringing his lips to yours in a relieved yet loving kiss

•Wangnan would admit that perhaps he was so worried for nothing - but in the end, it all panned out. You’d be his bride, and he couldn’t be happier

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