#mother’s day pt2 coming soon

[hello-kuni]

my mom loved the jewelry box i got her 🫶

#and i bought her ice cream #mother’s day pt2 coming soon #idk what i’m gonna do tho 💀 #chats ☕️

[misserabella]

hello!! I would like to make a request please. ellie x reader... imagine the reader is ellie's, hot, attractive, smart, sweet and flirty new roommate who ellie has a fucking crush on and was getting hard to control, mainly because her roommate wore short skirts in most of the time and until one day Ellie comes home and the reader is coming out of the bathroom with only a small towel covering her naked body making Ellie very horny and awkward at the same time? can end in kisses and smut? 🤭

thank you 🫶🏻

pt2!

a/n; you are just a fucking tease and she knows!!😭

playing games ♡

cw; flirty! reader, weed usage, smoking, masturbation (ellie), sexual thoughts, tension, fingering (r receiving), the knee thing, thigh riding, oral (r receiving), nipple play, choking, degradation, praise, cum eating, teasing… 18+ content minors dni!!

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<3

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“els, could you please hand me that book?” your sweet voice called out for her, your beautiful eyes begging for her to reach to the top of the bookcase and hand it to you, since you couldn’t reach, even on your tip-toes.

your ass was poking out, your mini little white skirt rolling up your hips as your back arched and your chest rose, nipples hard under your fluffy blouse.

ellie’s body stiffened, and her eyes tried really hard to not trail down your body ‘cause… fuuuck, we’re those lace panties you were wearing? why was that skirt so fucking short, oh god…

“els?” she snapped out of her mind when you called out for her, and you pretended to not know, to not notice the way she was staring at you.

“yeah, sure.” she managed to say, stepping closer, trying not to think too much about how good you smelled. she was almost brushing you as she reached for it, and you moved back just the slightest to lay on her. she took a deep breath and handed it to you.

you smiled, looking up at her with those sweet eyes of yours and plushy lips.

“thanks.” you said, and she had to look and step away, or else she’d sure fuck it all up and kiss you right now.

living with you was easy, or at least it was, before she had developed a crush on you. she couldn’t help it really. ‘cause you were beautiful, and funny, and smart, and gentle and…

shit. she was truly whipped.

she loved spending time with you, and seeing you smile… but also hated the fact that she couldn’t cuddle up with you while on movie night, or kiss the lipgloss off of your lips every time you did your makeup…

sometimes all she wanted was to answer to your flirty texts how she really wanted to, but she knew that you were probably messing up with her since you two were good friends… right?

sometimes… sometimes they really got to her.

you had gone away for the weekend to visit your parents, and you were missing ellie… so why not text her?

els…

hey pretty girl, how’s everything at your parents ?

‘s good, but i miss you

i feel so alone when you’re not around…

ellie couldn’t help but blush, her heart jumping in her chest. she missed you too. so fucking much…

i miss you too

but dw, i’m sure the time will pass soon

but i want you now

her eyes widened, her breath hitched.

you need me?

mmmh, wish you were here

she sighed. she knew you weren’t texting this in a dirty way. you loved having ellie around, and you’d told her so many many times, but her mind couldn’t help but wonder… think about the possibility that you were, think about what you could be wearing. would you be on your pjs? maybe on just a shirt and panties, maybe…

her eyes closed as her hand palmed her cunt over her sweatpants.

she thought about you, about how sweet you sounded late at night when you were tired and begged her to sleep with you, about how you’ll always press yourself against her chest and play with her hair, about how you’d groan when she’d move just to bury your face on her neck, breath hitting her skin…

and before she knew it her hand was down her sweats, and she was so wet…

“fuck.” she groaned. “yeah baby? you need me? need me to fuck you all dumb and pretty for me, hm?” she gasped, her fingers rolled her clit. “i will, shit, i’ll fuck you so good…, will have you dripping all over my sheets…” she moaned loudly when her fingers plunged inside her cunt and started to fuck herself. “fuck, just like that baby, just like that…” her hips pushed against her hand. “so good…” she sighed, biting down on her lip when her fingers curled and hit that deep spot on her gummy walls that had her thighs shaking.

she lost herself to her pleasure, roughly fucking herself while thinking about you, whining and whimpering in need. shit, she knew she shouldn’t be thinking about you this way, but she was gonna cum, and she couldn’t stop.

it wasn’t long before she was cumming all over her fingers, grunting softly and moaning your name. she was breathing heavily once she had came down from it, and her fingers were glistening in cum when she finally pulled them out from her wet pussy.

her response to your message came minutes after.

why don’t i come and visit you?

-

ellie had started to catch some things about you. you seemed to love short skirts, like a lot. you were always wearing them around her. and god if it wasn’t driving her crazy. that, and that you liked to match your underwear to them.

tonight you had gone for black. the tiny mini jean skirt that you were wearing was pleaded, and so short that it was impossible to not show everything. and as always, you’d gone for her favorite: lace. black thin lace that hugged your ass so perfectly it had her uncomfortably shifting on the sofa, underwear getting wet.

fuck, this couldn’t be real. you looked too good, like a mother fucking dream. and she was fucking high.

“so that’s when i told her how bad her flirting was.” you laughed, smoking your own joint.

“how so?” she asked, wanting to hear you talk for ages and ages and ages. there was nothing she loved more than your voice.

“okay. so when you want to flirt with someone, you can do it in two simple ways.” you started, and she got comfortable, shifting to face you on the sofa. “the most subtle one, or the straight one.” she laughed.

“ ‘the subtle one’ ? what’s that?”

“well, for starters. the eyes. you need to like let them fall, just a little bit, look more relaxed, dazed, and blink slow…” you explained. “like this.” you did so, staring at ellie in a way that made her whole body run down in shivers, but she hide it, simply humming.

“yeah? what else?” you tried to hide a smirk, playing dumb. she was getting closer.

“touch.” you muttered, and your hand fell on her thigh, softly, just a simple stroke. ellie almost groaned. “just the slightest, and never enough.” you smiled, never moving up, where she was aching. “ and then… your lips.” you said. “bite them… lick them… if you wanna make it more straight forward do it while staring at the other’s lips.” you showed her, and she almost cursed. ‘cause you were looking at her lips as if you truly wanted to kiss her right now, and her hands were shaking.

she nodded when you looked back at her eyes.

“yeah.” she croaked, nodding. why was it so hot in here? “you’re… good.” she awkwardly said, clearing her throat, and you chuckled as she took a hit of her blunt.

‘you’re good’? seriously? jesus fucking christ.

“oh, i’m definitely good.” you teased her, and she almost choked. you laughed at the way her cheeks flushed and she coughed, green reddish eyes widening. “that’s the more forward option.” you clarified, and winked an eye.

yeah. it’s… definitely forward.

she coughed once again, drinking some water and shifting on her seat.

and you tried to play dumb when half an hour later ellie decided to say good night early, since she was ‘exhausted’, and you surely ignored every and each one of her sighs that came out loud enough to reach your ears on the other side of the wall.

-

ellie considered herself to be a really patient person. she knew how to hold it together. how to keep herself under control. but this…

you were just out of the shower when you got home, covered in just a mere fucking towel that almost didn’t cover you. your whole legs were exposed, your plushy thighs on display… droplets of water were still sticking to your chest, and your cheeks where flushed due to the hot steam. she couldn’t help but stare. stare at the little piece of cloth that hid your core, almost exposing you whole. she shifted awkwardly, trying to look away, but it was hard, every time her eyes finding back your beautiful body. shit. fuck.

your breasts were about to burst out of the towel, and when your eyes found her her heart stopped.

“els! you’re back.” you smiled at her. “how was your day?”

she looked at your eyes, trying really hard to keep them there. “uh…, ehm, good, yeah, what uhh, what about you?” she stuttered, and her cheeks flushed. fuck.

you rose your eyebrows. “everything okay ellie?” you inquired, taking a step closer. she almost took one backwards. “you seem kinda nervous.” you teased her, taking her one step closer.

“what are you doing?” she inquired, her voice low as you lifted your arms up her shoulders and circled her neck. she was boiling, her eyes falling to your chest as you curved your back and pushed it against hers.

“me?” you asked, puppy eyes and a lost gaze. playing pretend. “nothing…” you whispered, leaning in, your gaze on her plushy lips. you gasped and later let out a chocked out laughter when one of her hands snapped up to your neck, holding you still, only mere inches keeping you apart.

“you’re a fucking tease, you know that?” she chuckled, a pissed smirk on her face. “here you got me thinking i’m imagining the way you always seem to wear those tiny clothes around me, or how you talk and look at me… but you really are playing with me, aren’t you?” she muttered, one of her hands gripping your hip. to pull you against her. “did you have fun seeing how much i could take, hm?” her eyes were on your lips too. “did you wanted my attention that bad, baby?” you nodded, body aching. “well, you’ve got it.” she muttered before her lips crashed against yours, a needy moan leaving your mouth as you tugged on her hair and she pushed you against the wall, one of her thighs slotting in between your thighs.

“fuck, ellie…” you cried out when she ground you down on her leg, your clint deliciously rubbing against her jeans and dampening the clothing.

“you’re driving me insane.” she groaned, her skin itching to touch you, her bones aching to have you.

you moaned when the hand that was choking you harshly cupped your tit, the knot of the towel that covered becoming undone and exposing your breasts. her lips latched to your nipple as she pressed you harsher against the wall and the hand on her hip couldn’t help but move south, finding your core. she was needy, so horny that she felt she would die if she stopped touching you, making you let out those beautiful little sounds that you where whimpering.

“shit, and you’re so fucking wet…” you let out a scream when she plunged two fingers inside, instantly hitting your g spot. your back arched when she started to fuck you with them, you being so wet to made them slide easily in and out. “this what you wanted, huh? this is what my pretty girl needed, isn’t it? to be a little rough with her, fuck the little tease out of her, hm?”

“fuck, yes, ellie, yes…” you sobbed, moving against her hand, fucking her fingers deeper into your cunt. “wanted this for so long…” you whimpered in between the pants that left your lungs.

“yeah?” she teased you. “you poor thing. it’s okay baby, gonna make you feel so good…”

next thing you knew? she was on her knees, and you were moaning as her tongue lapped at your juices, lips sucking on your clit. your hand tangled on her hair, pulling for more. she hummed, eating you out with hunger. you were as sweet as she had imagined, and sounded just as beautiful too as she brought you closer and closer to your orgasm.

you were crashing your hips down against her mouth, her nose bumping against her clit over and over again. you were a mess as her fingers started to curve against your g spot, her tongue licking at your leaking hole. she hummed when you tugged on her hair, and you moaned when she pushed you down harder with her hand, eating you out like a starved woman. “fuck ellie, gonna cum…” you whimpered, so close to falling over the edge it was embarrassing.

“you gonna cum on my face, baby?” you nodded and she smirked. “that’s it, cum for me baby, atta girl.” and you did, ellie fucking you through it with her fingers as her lips sucked on your swollen and over sensitive clit, you were moaning her name over and over again as she licked everything you gave her, extending your orgasm and keeping you up when your legs wobbled. “you did so good for me… such a good girl…” you moaned at her praise, and tugged from her hair for more when she was back on her feet and kissing you, letting you taste yourself on her lips. “gonna keep being a good girl and help me make me feel good?” she inquired, and you nodded. “that’s my girl.” she smiled, and before you knew it, she was tugging from your hand towards her bedroom.

♡

a/n; enough smut or do we want more? 🤭

ellie williams masterlist! <3

xxx

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[vsnyarbll]

A Targaryen prince is a heavy burden pt2

atpiahb masterlist, part1, part2, part3, part4, part5

main masterlist

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader, platonic!Aegon II Targaryen x reader

words: 6.050

summary: Three weeks after y/n gave birth.

warnings: explicit language, mentions of cheating, angst, patriarchy, love triangle (kind of?)

a/n: English is not my native language. / I tried to write it taking into account everyone's wishes. Also, before I wrote this chapter, I wanted y/n to be with Aegon, but everything can change. / Helaena and Aegon are not married. / Laenor is still alive, but Laena is dead. / The age of the characters is not the same as in House of the Dragon. (according to the age differences between them) Prince Aemond is 25, Prince Luke is 20, and Prince Viserys is 13. y/n is in her 20s.

“What did you name your son?" Aegon asked, looking over y/n's shoulder at the baby in her arms.

"Your mother insisted that I name him Aemon."

There was an expression of disbelief on his face. "You didn't."

"I didn't. My son's name is Maelor."

Aegon looked at the baby with a sparkle in his eyes. He was tiny and looked like her mother, except for the characteristic features of the Valyrians.

y/n smiled, noticing Aegon's admiring gaze on the baby. "Would you like to hold him?"

Aegon's eyes widened slightly. "I've never held a baby before."

"It's simple. I'll tell you what to do."

"All right, then." Aegon was afraid of hurting him. But y/n's trust in him gives him confidence.

He came nervously to the edge of the chair. He slid his arm under the baby and held him, carefully cradling him against his chest.

"You need to support his head from underneath." y/n got up from her chair and stood beside him.

"Like this." She took Aegon's left hand and placed it under her son's head. She didn't take her hand away for a while to let Aegon get used to it. When he got comfortable with the baby, he breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in the chair. Seeing that Aegon was getting used to the situation, y/nv returned to her chair.

"He's beautiful, y/n," he said with a smile. "He looks a lot like you. I feel like I'm looking at a silver-gold-haired version of you."

The smile on y/n's face widened. Aegon unwittingly began to rock Maelor.

"Is he still forcing you to bed with him?" he asked in a low voice.

y/n's smile froze on her face. She pulled her gaze away from Aegon. "He never did anything like that," she said, her voice even lower than Aegon's. Aemond had asked for it once, but it hadn't happened, and it had never come up again.

"You don't have to be afraid of him, y/n." He carefully placed the baby in one arm, reached his free hand to y/n, and took her arm. "Let's run away together. I'll take care of your son as if he were my own. You can tell everyone that I am his real father. Or, if you want to hide your identity, we can start a new life from scratch."

y/n turned her gaze back to him, she couldn't accept it.

She was her father's only child, and if she disappeared, her husband would inherit everything, and he would bring that Rivers witch to the castle and marry her.

y/n couldn't let any of that happen.

"I can't let Aemond be happy."

"But just because of that, you won't be happy either."

y/n looked Aegon straight in the eye. "I will only be happy when he is writhing in pain."

Aegon turned his gaze to the child in his arms to avert his eyes.

y/n hadn't realized how fast time had passed. Aemond had gone to a meeting of his father's council. The council meeting must have been over or almost over.

y/n stood up in a hurry. "Aegon, you must go. Aemond will be here soon."

“I am not afraid of him.”

“Please. I want at least one day of peace.”

Aegon thought for a moment but decided to do as she said. "All right."

He stood up and handed Maelor to his mother. "I'll see you later."

She took Maelor in her arms and hugged him tightly. "Goodbye, Aegon."

xxx

y/n put her son to bed and sat next to him. She tried to enjoy her solitude in the room.

There was no Aemond, no Aegon. She just sat by herself, not worrying about anything for a while.

It had been a week since Aemond had returned to the castle.

No further conversation had passed between them. They just said good mornings and good nights to each other. y/n was not complaining. She couldn't bear to see his face, let alone chat with him.

The door to the room opened. Aemond walked in and closed it quietly, thinking that Maelor might be asleep.

y/n watched him silently. Aemond left his books on the table as he went to her side.

"Your parents have reached the castle. They want to see you."

y/n's face lit up, and she stood up quickly. "Let me get changed, and we'll go to them."

Aemond nodded and sat down where y/n had just sat.

He leaned toward Maelor and saw that he was awake, his big eyes scanning the ceiling. He smiled when he saw Aemond's face.

Aemond carefully picked him up. He wrapped his arms around his tiny body and leaned against the headboard. He's been spending his time like this every day for a week.

He looked up and looked at his wife.

She had called her maid, and with her help, she was wearing a dress in the colors of her own house.

He loved her.

His devotion to Alys Rivers was not love. There were things Aemond was afraid to say.

y/n's maid put a simple braid in her hair.

She picked some jewelry from the table, put it on, and walked towards Aemond. He was on his feet and heading for the door when y/n stopped him.

"I will carry my son.”

"We're going together anyway. Does it matter who carries our son?"

"Yes, it does. Can I take my son?"

Aemond sighed and held Maelor out to her.

Together they left their chambers and started walking down the corridor.

y/n's parents were waiting for them in the garden.

She held Maelor tighter as she quickened her steps.

Aemond walked silently beside her. He wanted to ask her how her day had been, but he didn't. They were still on bad terms and Aemond knew very well who was at fault.

When they went to the garden, they saw y/n's family with the King and the Queen.

y/n and Aemond bowed to them and went to the Lord and his wife.

"My beautiful daughter," said her mother. And then she took her grandson in her arms.

y/n hugged her father tightly after giving her son to her mother. "Father, I miss you so much," she said, smiling as she left his arms.

"Ah, what is the name of this handsome little boy?" said her mother smiling as she looked at her grandson.

"My lady, we haven't decided on a nam-" y/n interrupted Aemond. "Maelor. That's his name."

Aemond turned to y/n in surprise. But she did not return his gaze.

"I thought his name would be Aemon," the Queen said. "After his father."

"I have considered your suggestion, my Queen. But I think Maelor is a better name."

The Queen turned to Aemond with questioning eyes.

"What does Prince Aemond think about this?" the Queen asked.

"I-"

"I don't think it matters what he thinks. Prince Aemond wasn't the one who carried him for nine months and was in labor for hours. He wasn't even in the castle the day he was born. Why should he have any right to name my son?"

y/n's father turned to Aemond. "Did Prince Aemond have something more important to do than the birth of his son?"

Queen Alicent spoke without letting anyone else. "The birth came earlier than the maesters said it would. None of us knew she would give birth that day."

This time y/n's mother turned to her. "Why was Prince Aemond too far away to return when summoned, leaving his pregnant wife?"

Queen Alicent took a deep breath. "The prince had other business that demanded his attention."

"My husband was busy while I was giving birth to y/n. But he came right after he found out I was in labor."

The Queen looked at Aemond out of the corner of her eye.

"I understand what you mean, but-"

"My queen, I understand what you mean. We did not sell our daughter to you. You know how wealthy my house is and how important I am to the crown. When you came to us and insisted that we marry our children off, we thought it was only fitting that she should marry a prince. Lord Lannister has offered us many deals, but we knew that honor comes first. And we did not doubt that you raised your son with it," said y/n’s father.

The queen had nothing more to say.

The king came and put his hand on his son's shoulder. "My Lord, I am sure you are tired from the journey. Would you like to come in and have dinner?"

The Lord looked at his wife and nodded. "If you don't mind, we will spend some time with our daughter and grandson. We will join you in a moment."

The king and queen smiled and nodded. They turned and made their way to the castle, but Aemond did not move.

The Lord looked at the prince and smiled falsely. "My prince, we prefer to be alone."

"But-" Aemond said, and the King turned and interrupted his son. "Come, Aemond, let us give this beautiful family some private time."

Aemond looked at y/n and her father. He didn't want to go but obeyed the king.

When they were out of sight, the Lady handed her grandson to her husband and hugged y/n tightly.

"My daughter," she said. The Lady kissed her daughter on each cheek as they parted.

Her mother's eyes were full, but y/n was smiling.

For the first time in a long time, she felt so happy. Her family was here, with her.

"We heard everything. I'm sorry." her voice trembled as she spoke.

"It's okay, mother." then she turned to her father. "But I need something from you."

"Sure, whatever you need."

"You know about Aemond," she said and averted her eyes.

Her father just nodded. He regretted marrying his daughter off to the one-eyed prince. And her broken state only added to his regret.

"I am your only child. Leave me all your inheritance so I can beg the king to end my marriage to Aemond. If he asks High Septon to do so, he will surely end our marriage. The two of us will move in with you, into my home. Your inheritance will pass to me and from me to Maelor. My son is of the blood of old Valyria and will be a dragon rider. And more importantly, he is of our blood."

His father sighed. "My daughter, I want you to be happy more than anything. But the king will never agree to end your marriage. If your marriage ends, all alliances and treaties between our house and the kingdom will end, and no one in the king's council will agree to do that."

y/n felt her happiness fill with despair. "But the king is a good man. He would understand."

"He might be. But you cannot ask the king to do such a thing."

"I can at least take my chances-"

"y/n, I cannot break the centuries-old traditions of our land. Don't ever ask me to do this again."

y/n felt her breath catch. "But-“

“The other lords will never accept your leadership. As much as I love you and want your happiness, I must also think of the future of our house."

y/n's expression hardened. She was angry that her father had destroyed her chance of salvation.

She took Maelor in her arms. "There's a dinner in honor of your arrival at the castle. We'd better not keep the King waiting."

Her father sighed. He wanted to give her everything she wanted. But no matter how influential a man he was, there were things he couldn't afford.

Together they went inside the dining room.

y/n's mother never left her side.

As soon as they were in the dining room, the King stood up happily. "Welcome again.”

At the king's words, everyone recognized the Lord and his family entering the hall. And those sitting in the chairs stood up because the King was standing.

Princess Rhaenyra and her family had also come to the castle for the birth of her nephew.

Her sons stood together next to their mother. Prince Viserys, son of Princess Rhaenyra, was excited to see the baby.

As y/n and her family walked to the table, one of her maids came to her and took Prince Maelor from her.

The lord and the Lady sat in chairs next to the King and Queen, and y/n sat with her husband. On the other side of her sat prince Luke.

Aemond tensed as he realized that the Prince Luke was sitting so close to him.

y/n liked Aemond's nervousness. She knew about the fight that had taken place between them years ago and that neither of them liked the other.

She leaned toward Luke. "My prince, your lapel pin is beautiful."

Luke looked around as if he didn't believe y/n was talking to him. He looked at her with big eyes. "Me? Oh… yes. Yes, thank you, my Lady. It represents my dragon."

y/n giggled slightly. "I love dragons. When I was little, I read stories about your ancestors, and dragons were my favorite part."

Luke felt his face warm. y/n was beautiful. He was too shy to admit it, but she was.

Even Prince Daemon had laughed the first time he saw her and said he couldn't believe his one-eyed nephew had married her.

"My dragon may not be the largest, but I can introduce you to him if you'd like. We can even fly together."

y/n smiled. "I certainly would."

"If my wife is going to ride a dragon, Vhagar is the only dragon she's going to ride," Aemond said, cocking his head and glaring at Luke.

"My prince, why are you being rude to your nephew? If you wanted to introduce me to Vhagar, you could have done it any day in two years. Besides, I prefer a more willing rider."

Aemond's gaze hardened. "He's an inexperienced dragon rider. You don't know if he can control his dragon. It wouldn't be right for your safety."

y/n looked at her husband with a smile. "If I remember correctly, his dragon egg cracked to him. I'm sure the bond between them is strong."

Luke chuckled. "It certainly is, my Lady. I'm surprised you know so much about dragons."

"After all, my son will be a dragon rider one day. I try to learn as much as I can."

"That's very wise. If you would like someone to accompany your son on his first experience with his dragon, I would love to help. When I was five years old, it was a different feeling to communicate with my dragon for the first time. I don't think anyone who hasn't experienced it would know."

y/n smiled again. "That is very kind of you, my Prince. My son is lucky indeed. Prince Daemon came to my chambers yesterday and said he would like to give Maelor sword lessons when he grows up. I think it is a wonderful offer. After all, he is the best swordsman in the seven kingdoms."

Aemond clenched his fist under the table.

He wanted to pick a fight, to vent his anger, but he could not disrespect his mother.

He bit the inside of his cheek to calm himself.

"Did you ever think to consult me before deciding on my son's education, y/n?" Aemond asked angrily.

y/n turned back to Aemond, her smile widening as she saw him getting angry. "No, I didn't."

Aemond was about to say something when the servants began to disturb the food. He had to stop whatever he was going to say.

Not much else happened during the meal. Except that Princess Rhaenyra complimented y/n on her beauty. y/n thanked her. And she said she hoped her son would look like her when he grew up. Everyone at the table laughed except Aemond and the Queen.

After dinner, as everyone continued to drink wine and eat dessert, the King asked the servants to bring his grandson.

y/n's maid immediately brought Maelor into the dining room and gave him to the King.

The King kissed his grandson's head and gave it to his daughter, Princess Rhaenyra, who was waiting by his side.

Princess Rhaenyra took her nephew and went to her sons. Jace, Viserys, and Luke were sitting next to each other.

Rhaenyra looked at y/n for confirmation when her son Viserys insisted on holding the baby. y/n nodded.

Princess carefully handed him to her son.

Jace looked at his cousin with a smile. "What's his name?"

"Maelor," y/n said.

The King's smile grew. "Maelor Targaryen, a name fit for a great lord."

"It certainly is, my King," y/n's father said.

Princess Rhaenyra turned toward y/n. "What a responsibility for a child so young."

The princess loved y/n very much. They had written to each other often for two years. She was one of the most outraged when she heard what her brother had done. "He is just like you. I'm sure he will fulfill his duty without cheating.”

y/n nodded. "He has my father's blood in his veins. I'm sure he will be an honorable man like him."

y/n's mother was proud of her daughter's courage.

The queen wanted to answer her outburst. But she couldn't do it in front of the King. Everyone knew how important it was for her family to be allied with the kingdom.

Aemond, on the other hand, wanted to crawl under the table and hide from everyone. He was embarrassed and annoyed that everyone had been teasing him all day.

Prince Viserys looked at his cousin's face. "He looks a lot like uncle Aegon," he said.

In fact, he looked exactly like his mother, except for his golden-silver hair and beautiful violet eyes. Viserys was too young to be aware of what was happening in the room and did not try to imply anything.

y/n put her hand on the table and leaned toward the brothers. "He really looks like Prince Aegon."

There was a great silence in the dining room.

Aegon was staring at y/n with his mouth open.

Aemond was on the verge of attacking someone.

"After all, he is his uncle. Of course, they can look alike."

Everyone let go of the breath they were holding.

The queen fidgeted uneasily in her seat.

"I suppose." y/n said.

Aemond slammed his hand on the table and stood up, but his mother gestured for him to stop.

"Let's leave the princes and ladies alone to spend some time,” she said. ”And we'll have tea in the King's chambers if you like, my Lord."

“Of course, your grace.”

Aemond squeezed the edge of the table hard, not understanding what his mother was trying to do.

The King, Queen, y/n’s parents, princess Rhaenyra, Lord Laenor, and Prince Daemon rose from the table.

The queen came to her son. "May I speak to you?"

Aemond looked at his wife next to him, but she was not looking at him. Then he nodded and left the room with his mother.

Baela and Rhaena came up to y/n. "If you are bored with the wine at the castle, we have brought some good wine. We are thinking of drinking it in my room if you want to join." Baela said.

y/n looked at the twins and smiled. "I'd love to,"

y/n told her maid to take Maelor to his wet-nurse and left the dining room with the twins.

They went into Baela's room.

The room was empty except for the bed, the armchairs, and Baela's suitcase.

Baela had told her maid not to unpack her belongings as it was unclear how many days they would be at the castle.

She pointed to one of the armchairs. "Have a seat."

As y/n settled into the armchair, Baela took the mentioned bottle of wine out of her suitcase.

There were several glasses on the low table between the armchairs. Baela filled them and handed one to y/n.

She took a few sips and realized that the wine was indeed different. It burned her tongue and throat slightly, but it was more flavorful than the wines at the Red Keep.

"Do you like it, my Lady?"

"I like it very much, but please don't call me that. You can call me by my first name."

"All right then. You need to call us by our names too."

y/n smiled and nodded.

The three of them talked and laughed for a while.

y/n almost choked on her wine when Baela told her a rumor about one of the ladies who lived in the castle.

Then they talked about some of their favorite painters.

Rhaena made a mental note to send y/n a painting as a gift on her name day.

Then, there was a short silence between them.

Baela glanced at Rhaena and then turned to y/n. "There is something we want to talk to you about."

y/n looked at the girl with curious eyes. "What is it?" 'Please not about Aemond.'

"It's about Prince Aemond."

Oh.

y/n's expression instantly hardened. "I guess you know."

"Yes. But we didn't bring it up to bother you," Rhaena said.

Baela got up and sat next to her, and took her hand. "I have people I know and trust in the Riverlands. Especially in Harrenhal, you know, thanks to my husband."

y/n put her wine glass down on the table.

'She knows some people in Harrenhal because of Jace.'

"They said Alys is not pregnant with Aemond's child."

Rhaena continued. "She had a Dornish lover. Aemond hadn't been to see Alys for five months, and the maesters said the baby was three months old. They said Aemond didn't say anything when he saw she was pregnant. After Aemond left, she ran away with her other lover."

y/n couldn't believe what she was hearing. Baela could read it in her expression. "I know it's hard to believe, but four people told us this separately."

"Who knows?"

"Probably everyone. And those who don't know will soon learn."

y/n nodded. "I'd like to go to my chambers if you'll excuse me."

Baela stood up and gave way to the girl. "Of course."

They said good night to each other, and y/n left the room.

As soon as she stepped into the hallway, she knew where she was going.

She went to Aegon's room and went straight in without knocking.

Aegon jumped slightly from where he stood and turned quickly toward her.

"y/n?"

When she saw Aegon, the tears she had been holding back all the way came to her eyes. "That witch had another lover and was pregnant with his child. She ran off with him a week ago."

Aegon walked toward her in astonishment. "Unbelievable."

"I couldn't believe it either when I first heard it. But it explains Aemond's cold and sullen demeanor." y/n smiled at her own words, her eyes still full. "I mean, colder and more sullen than usual."

Aegon smiled too, but he was worried about her. "Aren't you sorry?"

"Because Alys Rivers left Aemond for a Dornish?" she asked and tried to smile, but a tear fell from her left eye and landed on her chin

Aegon took a step toward her, but she stopped him. "It happens all the time these days. Don't worry."

He clenched his jaw. "Don't worry? Are you out of your mind?!"

y/n was startled by the loudness of his voice.

Aegon's stern expression softened instantly. He cursed himself and Aemond inside. "I'm sorry."

y/n shook her head. "It's not your fault. I guess lack of sleep made me sensitive to the sounds around me."

Aegon clenched his fist and walked past her.

He was about to open the door when y/n ran after him and grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?"

Aegon turned toward her, fire in his eyes. "If I don't kill him tonight, I won't sleep well."

He was about to take his arm away from her and leave the room when y/n's sobs stopped him.

"Aegon.” She sobbed. “Stay with me.”

Aegon turned back to her and put his hands on her arms. He never knew what to say in these situations. "Can I hug you?"

y/n nodded in agreement.

Aegon immediately wrapped his arms around her waist. y/n put her arms around his back. Aegon kept whispering into her hair that everything would be all right.

y/n felt Aegon kiss her head, but she wasn't sure.

She had stopped crying because of the feeling of relaxing.

"My maid is in there cleaning my bath." Aegon was worried at the idea of her seeing them like this.

y/n smiled as an idea struck her. She raised her voice high enough for the maid to hear. "Aemond can't get hard whenever we have intercourse. Do you have the same problem? It could be a family thing."

Aegon was at a loss for words. "I think it was a fluke that I got pregnant. I'm not sure about this. Can you tell me if it's right or wrong?"

Aegon swallowed and waited for her next move. "Does having a small dick affect getting someone pregnant? If so, I don't think Maelor will have a sibling soon."

Aegon's emotions fluctuated between surprise and admiration.

He grabbed her by the arm and hurried her out of the room. He didn't want the maid to see her disheveled state.

They went to a space in the hallway. "y/n!" He said and laughed.

y/n smiled. Butterflies fluttered in Aegon's stomach at the sight of her.

"What you said will certainly undermine Aemond. But it may also be to your detriment. People won't think it is right for you to speak such things to your husband's brother."

"Fuck people," she said and added. "They won't talk about me when they're busy talking about Aemond."

Aegon leaned toward y/n as he laughed.

y/n had recovered a little.

And then, instantly, the question that had occupied her mind for days and that she had avoided knowing the answer came back to her.

The feeling of being stabbed in the back filled her again.

She kept telling herself that if he knew it, he would have said so. But there was nothing the queen knew that her children didn't know. And it was unlikely that the prince of the realm would not know about something that even the maids in the castle whispered in the corridors.

She just kept lying to herself to keep from losing him.

She took a step away from Aegon. "How long have you known?"

Aegon averted his eyes.

"You were the only one in the castle who knew that I don't exist only to bear children.” She balled her hand into a fist to suppress her anger. “I thought you were my friend.”

"Maybe you don't realize it, but I don't have many friends either."

"So we're friends because we have no other choice."

"No, I didn't mean it like that." Aegon looked at her and thought about what he wanted to say. I love you. I can't keep from my tongue what my heart knows. I sleep every night thinking about you and wake up every morning thinking about you. "Only we can understand each other."

"And yet you chose not to come to me as you learned."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do. It was hard to choose between my brother and my-" He looked at the ceiling. "My friend."

"If I had a sister, and you were married to her, and if she was cheating on you, I would have come to you the moment I found out. My parents would have been mad at her and made her never see her lover again. That's how we in honorable families deal with such situations."

Aegon bowed his head. "We have never been an honorable family. Pride, perhaps."

"Did you all think that would make your actions forgivable?"

"No." he paused. "Maybe."

"There is no other family that could not handle being Targaryen like the Targaryens."

Aegon grinned. "Can you imagine what would have happened to Westeros if we had all been great warriors and leaders? There is a reason why the gods have made most of us lazy and stupid."

y/n stared at Aegon. "I've never seen a stupid Targaryen except you and your siblings. I think it's a family trait. Your Hightower side, perhaps?"

"It’s likely," he said and smiled.

y/n didn't smile. "I don't know when I can forgive you."

Aegon nodded. "So you will, one day."

y/n turned away. "Don't push your luck too hard."

"I give it a day!" Aegon said as he watched her walk away.

He wondered if the stones on the ground hurt her because if they did, he would pick up each one with his hands.

He was ready to lay down his life for her. But he still had to watch his stupid little brother's back.

After all, blood ran thicker than water.

Aegon cursed himself once more as he tried to console himself inwardly.

y/n was always talking about what a dishonorable family they were, but here Aegon, going through his days without even kissing his brother's wife once.

He had not been to a brothel in two years and had not been with a woman in months.

He felt as devoted to her as his mother had been to the gods.

Aegon's was even more difficult.

The harder it is, the thicker the bond. That's what his mother told him whenever he refused to come to worship with her.

He hoped she was right.

xxx

y/n went to her room. She didn't want to go there. She didn't want to face Aemond.

But she had nowhere else to go.

She walked to the large closet in the room and took a silk nightgown from it. The nightgown was cream-colored, and the fabric was thin enough to chill her at night.

She liked being cold.

I should have married a Stark and gone north, she thought.

She craved wine. She didn't want to think about what she was going through. If she did, she'd keep beating herself up for nothing.

After filling her wine glass, she picked up a random book from the table where the wine decanter had been.

She took the glass and the book and went to bed. She lay down, careful not to spill the wine.

It was one of the history books Aemond had always loved to read.

When she opened the first page, a piece of paper fell out.

When she picked it up and examined it, her hands shook with surprise, and she had to put her wine on the coffee table next to the bed.

y/n's picture was on the paper. She knew it was Aemond's drawing by the softness of the lines.

It was unexpected. Was Aemond in love with her? If so, why was he acting this way toward her? He was always cold around her and acted like he didn't want to be there.

When she turned the picture over, she saw a date. It was about six months after they had been married.

Either Aemond was trying to play with y/n’s mind, or there was something that she couldn't understand.

She had seen Aemond draw before, but it was usually of trees and flowers and how he saw King's Landing as he flew with his dragon.

She placed the picture back into the book.

As she took it to the table, the door knocked.

She walked to the door, sighing.

She opened the door and saw Aemond's long golden-silver hair.

He smelled strongly of wine.

"y/n, my wife."

"Are you drunk?" she asked.

"No, I'm not."

Aemond was definitely drunk. But his movements and the way he spoke still looked partly the same. He still had that serious look on his face that he always had. Of course, y/n thought.

"My son, our son. Is he really Aegon's?"

"I don't know, Aemond. We have no way of knowing whose child he is."

y/n straightened her posture. "And it doesn't matter if he is your son or not. No one cares if you have heirs. The only thing that matters to Maelor is my blood. And it is definitely my blood that flows in his veins. He is my heir, and that is all that matters."

Aemond cocked his head to the right. "I do not care as long as he is yours."

y/n tried to close the door. "If you have nothing to say, I'll see you in the morning.

"Do you want to end our marriage?" he said, the seriousness in his eye giving way to sadness.

"Did you hear us in the garden?"

"I did."

"I thought you went in with the king and queen."

"No, I went in after a while."

"And now you're spying on me, Aemond, another dishonor."

Aemond leaned his arm against the door and leaned toward y/n.

"Why don't you want us to stay married?"

"Why?" y/n laughed. "The answer to your question is right in front of your eyes. You cheated on me. And then you decided to come to the castle whenever you felt like it. I'd never been to the Red Keep until the day we got married, Aemond. I had no friends, no one to take my side."

"I don't want her anymore."

"Aemond! You can't go to her even if you want to! I know how she cheated on you. Isn't that ironic?"

"y/n, I always wanted you. I was the one who asked my mother to marry us."

"I know, Aemond. For my inheritance."

"No, no. You-" Aemond struggled to get his words together. "I swear I never loved her." he swallowed and closed his eye tightly. "There are other things." He rubbed his temples. "Other things."

He opened his eye. Under his heavy gaze, y/n was startled.

Even after two years, his gaze still melted her.

"I want to be with you."

"I don't want to."

"Why? Please." He sounded desperate and in pain. “Please.”

"We're only going to stay married to fulfill our duties, Aemond. Do what you want. I don't care. Because I'll do what I want."

Aemond looked confused. He jumped to another topic as if he had not heard her. "Some men from my father's council want me to be the King."

"Aemond! I don't give a shit!"

"You'll be my queen." He paused. "My everything."

y/n looked Aemond straight in the eye.

"Aegon will be the King."

Aemond's face hardened. "Are we still going to talk about him?" No one wants him on the throne."

y/n laughed. Aemond looked at her in surprise. "Is that what all the fuss was about? Is that why you insisted on a son?"

"A son of yours."

y/n laughed again. "Oh, Aemond." She stood up on her tiptoes and approached his face. "I will bear Aegon dozens of sons if he wishes. For our king. If he wills it, that is how I will fulfill my duty to the realm."

Aemond laughed. "Dozens of bastards."

"Oh, you think I would bear our sons out of wedlock."

y/n pressed her finger against Aemond's torso. "When he becomes the King, he will annul your marriage and mine, and then I will marry him.”

Aemond squeezed his hand on the doorjamb tighter. "You are not a maiden."

"I'm not." she brought her hand to his cheek and stroked it with her thumb. "I assure you, he's aware of it.”

Aemond's gaze dropped to her lips.

The one-eyed prince was poisonous.

One of the moments that made him want his wife more was when she hinted that she was cheating on him.

He felt like his blood was boiling, his veins bursting.

He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears.

He was angry, and he was heartbroken. But at the same time, he was burning with desire.

He leaned his face toward her. "He can't fuck you the way I fuck you."

y/n moved her face closer to Aemond's face. Their noses almost touched. "Lucky me, then.” Her breath hit Aemond's face.

Aemond laughed. The hardness in his pants was becoming uncomfortable.

He tilted his head to the right and leaned toward y/n to kiss her, but she pulled back.

"Good night, Aemond."

She closed the door in his face, leaving Aemond no chance to say anything.

She leaned against the door and took a deep breath. y/n hated him.

But also, she couldn't stop the ache between her thighs.

She was just as poisonous as he was.

next chapter

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[wh0re43van]

Baby Fever pt2 (Evan Peters X Reader)

Summary: After returning your niece to her home, you and Evan go back to your own house to start you own family ;)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex

Pt1 Pt3

A/n: I was going to throw a daddy kink in here, but I’m not too sure if that would be a turn off for people?? Let me know what you guys think! As always thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy!

Ellie ended up staying with us for close to a week, but fortunately, her grandmother is doing much better. Andrew has come home to take care of Ellie while his wife stays to take care of her mother.

We pull into Andrews driveway, returning his daughter and all of the presents that Evan insisted we buy her; I figured out why Ellie likes her uncle so much now. He bought her every single one of the Monster High dolls because he loves how her eyes light up every time she gets one.

“Thank you guys so much,” Andrew yawns as he pries a whining Ellie out of Evans arms.

“No! No! I wanna stay with them!” She screams and kicks her feet, her new sparkly paw patrol sneakers- courtesy of Evan of course- glinting in the morning sunlight peaking through the porch.

“Now that’s enough Ellie. I know your uncle has spoiled you, but it’s time to come home and unpack now. You’ll see them again soon,” Andrew explains with little patience. He looks exhausted.

“Not fair!” Ellie cries crocodile tears as Andrew opens the front door, ushering her inside.

“Let us know if you need anything else, man,” Evan smiles, pulling his brother into a hug.

•

•

After parking his car in the garage, Evan walks around the vehicle to open the door for me.

“Well, that was an exhausting week,” I smile as I step out onto the concrete. “I can’t wait to go to sleep,” I yawn as Evan opens the door to our house. I love Ellie dearly, but Evan has got to learn to not wind her up or give her soda before bedtime.

“We have one last thing to do before you have your nap, my love,” Evan chuckles before picking me up bridal style, carrying me off to our bedroom. He lays me on our unmade bed onto my back, crawling on top of me, placing a tender kiss on my lips.

“Ev,” I giggle. “Don’t you want me to shower first? It’s been like two days,” I say slightly embarrassed, knowing exactly where this is heading.

“Now what’s the point of that?” My husband asks in between each kiss he peppers down my neck and across my collarbone. “You’re just going to have to shower again once I’m done with you,” he raises his head to look into my eyes, making me blush a bit. I just giggle and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his lips back to mine. We’ve been together for years, yet I still get butterflies every time he kisses me. His rough hands still leave goosebumps on my bare skin.

“Lets get this off of you,” he says softly, tugging on my oversized sweater. I lift my hands so he can pull it over my head, I lay back down as he scans my bare torso up and down. His eyes still glinting with adoration the same way they did the very first time we were intimate so long ago. His large hands softly slide over my hips and up towards my breasts.

“You’re such a work of art,” he says lowly, still simply admiring my body. “Y/n, you’ve truly made me the luckiest man alive,” he places a kiss on my nose, then pulls his black t-shirt over his head. I quickly pull his lips back to mine, desperate to taste him again.

“I love you so much Evan,” I swoon against his lips, entangling my fingers into the curls on the back of his head. Evans hands find their way to my breasts, as he works his lips passionately on mine. I trail my hands down his back to pull him closer to me, needing to feel his skin on mine. With our chests pressed flush together, I raise my feet up to the waistband of his sweats, pushing them down his legs. This earns a chuckle from Evan as he pulls away to further remove the pants and his boxers.

“That was kind of impressive,” he grins as he scoots further down the bed.

“Thank you,” I giggle while he pulls my leggings and underwear off. Evan settles between my legs, placing them on his shoulders before grabbing my hips to pull me closer to him. He uses a finger to spread my slick up to my clit, taking a moment to cherish the sight of my dripping core. “So pretty,” he says to himself before licking a strip from my entrance to my bundle of nerves, where he stops to kitten lick.

“You always make me feel so good baby,” I hum as I melt into his touch. His expert tongue works at my clit as he pushes two fingers into me, curling into the perfect spot, making me moan out his name. I feel him smile against me as he picks up speed. His fingers pumping into me at just the right pace, curling into my g-spot every time as he sucks and laps at my clit quickly creates a knot in my stomach. The room is filled with the sound of him pumping in and out of me and my loud moans as my legs begin to shake on either side of his head.

“Do you wanna cum for me, baby?” Evan smirks

“Yes,” I moan. “Please-fuck,” I squeal as my walls throb around his fingers. With Evans tongue hard at work and a steady pace I feel myself unravel. The unholiest of sounds leave my trembling lips as I release into his hand over his face. The orgasm courses through me, leaving my skin tingling. Evan crawls up to press a very wet kiss on my lips. He never wipes my release off his face, wearing it with pride as it drips down and beads in his beard.

“You taste so good baby,” he pants through the rough kiss as he wedges himself between my legs again. “I can never get enough of you,” he groans against my lips. He instinctively reaches to our nightstand to retrieve a condom.

“Have you changed your mind?” I giggle. He raises an eye brow then quickly realizes the reason for tonight’s event.

“How could I forget,” he chuckles lining himself up with my entrance, using his thumb to rub my clit. “I get to cum in this perfect pussy,” he groans against my lips making my stomach do a flip. He pulls his head back, gentle grabbing my face to look at him. His eyes pierce mine as I feel him slide in slowly, more gentle than usual, but so much more erotic. A low groan leaves Evans throat

“Fuck you feel so good,” he breaths, still staring directly into my eyes, his nose almost brushing against mine. his hand moves from my jaw to my hips so he can hold me in place while he bottoms out inside of me, making me arch my back and curl my toes.

“Oh my god Ev,” I moan, loving how deep he fills me. Evan sits up straight so he can properly thrust into me, pulling my hips flush to his every time he pushes into me, making sure to bury every inch of himself into me.

He begins to pick up speed, getting more desperate every time he rocks his hips into mine. He brings a thumb up to my mouth, pulling his lip between his teeth as I take it into my mouth, swirling my tongue a couple times.

“Atta girl,” he smirks, his eyes glancing back and for the between my own and my mouth. He removes his thumb, using it to draw circles on my clit. The extra stimulation is exactly what I needed paired with the sight of my god of a husband pounding impossibly deep into me, his curls bouncing in sync with his thrusts, his head thrown back in pleasure as he hits the deepest parts of my body. The way his veins pop in his hands and arms as he grips onto my hips for dear life, and his moans. Fuck, his moans. The sounds this man makes as he’s buried inside of me could bring me to an orgasm all on their own.

“Fuck,” I squeal, my voice trembling. Evan moves his head to look down at me, smiling at the sight below him. “Goddamn you fuck me so good,” I praise as I feel myself nearing my second orgasm. “I want you to cum in me Ev,” I demand. “I want to feel your cum inside me while I cum around your cock, please baby,” I whine as I begin to pulse around his throbbing dick. Evan groans out a ’fuck’, reaching up to grab my face again.

“Look at me baby,” he growls, “look at me while I fill you up,” he brings his face so close to mine that his hair brushes my forehead as he rams himself as far into me as he possibly can. “Fuck!” I scream- much louder than intended- the curse punctuated with each thrust. Evan groans lowly as he shoots hot white cum against my cervix as I release around him, our intimate eye contact broken as mine roll back into my head while he mercilessly fucks his seed deeper into me. Evans thrusts slow and he releases his death grip from my face. I lay panting below him, a sweaty mess as every inch of my body trembles. I feel almost as If I’m floating.

Evan kisses my forehead then pulls himself out of me, scooching down to examine the mess he’s made inside of me.

“Fuck,” he groans at the sight his cum dripping out of my swollen pussy. He looks up me between my legs. “This is a really good look for you,” he smiles. I don’t even want to move my mouth to speak, still riding on cloud nine. “Lets get you cleaned up sweetie,” he chuckles. Picking me up bridal style, carrying me to the bathroom.

He sets me gently onto my shaky feet so he can draw me a bath.

“I love you,” I say, meaning every syllable of the sentence. He turns, flashing his dimples before picking up my hands to place a gentle kiss on each.

“And I, you,” he brushes my hair behind my ear.

As I sink into the much-needed bath, Evan asks,

“So, when can we take a pregnancy test?” making me giggle.

“We have to wait a couple weeks, Ev,” I smile.

“Oh,” he looks a bit disappointed, then after a beat he smirks. “I guess that means we’ll have to do that a couple more times until we can test,”

“I think that’s exactly what it means,” I laugh.

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[soolh1k]

Skz ghosting you ! (pt 2)

notes: english is not my first language so apologies for any misspelling or grammar. i hope u like it !! :))) this is only the maknae line

type: text post | narrated text

genre: angst w fluff

WARNINGS: swearing, a little bit angsty, mentions of ed, let me know if you'd like me to tag u :)

Maknae line pt1 | Hyung line pt2

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Han Jisung

The days were passing, and you felt that things were worsening between the two of you. You never dared to respond to the message he sent you; you were deeply hurt, and all you could do was cry in your mother's arms. However, your mother was tired of seeing you in such pain, so she met with your boyfriend, they talked things through, and they prepared a small surprise for you.

One day, coming back from work, you found a letter placed on your bed. Curiously, you opened it and realized it was from your boyfriend.

To my love bug,

I deeply apologize from the bottom of my heart if my actions have caused you any pain. I sincerely regret any mistakes I've made and the impact they may have had on our relationship. Instead of simply seeking forgiveness, I want to express the profound love and affection I have for you.

I am incredibly grateful for your unwavering concern and care towards me. Your support and understanding mean the world to me, and I want you to know that my love for you is immeasurable.

Thank you sincerely, from the depths of my heart, for always being there for me. Your presence in my life brings immense joy and happiness. I cherish every moment spent with you, and I cannot imagine my life without you. I love you deeply and unconditionally.

My love for you knows no boundaries. It surpasses all limitations and reaches the depths of my soul. You are the one who brightens my darkest days and fills my heart with warmth and happiness. I love you with all my heart, and I want you to feel the intensity of my affection.

Words fail to adequately express the depth of my love for you. It is an overwhelming feeling that consumes me entirely. My love for you is infinite. I cannot envision my life without you, and I want to spend every moment by your side, sharing an everlasting love.

You complete me in ways I never thought possible. Your presence has brought immeasurable happiness and fulfillment into my life. I wholeheartedly love you with every fiber of my being. There is no doubt in my mind that you are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.

Please understand that my love for you is unconditional. Regardless of the challenges we may face, I will always be by your side, supporting and loving you with all my heart. You are the most important person in my life, and I want to bring you happiness in every way possible.

I want you to know that my love for you is incomparable. It surpasses all other emotions and takes precedence over everything else in my life. You are my world, my everything. I love you more than words can express, and I am committed to making you feel loved and adored every single day.

I want to assure you that my love for you is not fleeting or temporary. It is a love that will endure the test of time. You mean everything to me, and I want to spend the rest of my life loving and caring for you.

Please accept my sincere apologies and my declaration of love. I am truly sorry for any pain I may have caused, and I promise to continually strive to become a better person for you. You are my greatest love, and I will do everything within my power to make you feel loved, respected, and appreciated.

Once again, I apologize for any mistakes I've made, and I want you to know that my love for you knows no limits. You are my everything, and I will love you wholeheartedly, with a love that knows no bounds.

With all my love, Han Jisung.

As soon as you finished reading the letter, you cried as if there was no tomorrow. It continued until you felt arms wrapping around you. You knew it was

him, so you let him embrace you. You knew everything was going to be better now. It was just the two of you, and nothing could ever separate you.

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Lee Felix

It had been about a week since you hadn't been eating properly, hydrating yourself, or getting much sleep. It was obvious that you had lost a couple of pounds, but that was the least of your concerns. You had lost your boyfriend, and that hurt much more than the hunger. You couldn't bear being away from him; it was really affecting you, and if someone didn't do something quickly, you could end up in a very bad state.

You were lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling when suddenly you heard the doorbell ring. But knowing how your friends were, it was probably them outside your house, pleading for you to come out and go eat. That's one of the reasons why you turned off your cellphone; you just wanted to be alone. However, they didn't seem to give up, so tiredly, you went to open the door, only to find the person you least expected.

"Oh my God, Angel, are you okay? What happened to you? Have you eaten? You don't look good at all!" Your boyfriend bombarded you with questions, clearly concerned. "What are you doing here, Felix?" you asked, surprised. "I came to apologize for how stupid I've been," he said, unable to meet your eyes. You looked terrible, and you didn't want this to be your first encounter after everything. "Let me apologize, please. Just listen to me, and if you want me to leave, it's okay, but please listen to me. I need you." You simply nodded and let him in.

“I am deeply sorry for the pain I have caused you by ignoring you. I regret my actions and the impact they have had on our relationship. 

I want to sincerely apologize for the times I neglected you and failed to respond to your messages. I understand now how hurtful and frustrating it must have been for you. Please know that it was never my intention to make you feel ignored or unimportant.

Your presence in my life is invaluable, and I deeply appreciate your love and support. I am grateful for the care and concern you have shown me, and I want you to know that my love for you is endless.

I acknowledge my mistakes and the hurt I have caused, and I’ll try to rebuild our relationship.

Please understand that my actions were not a reflection of my love for you. I have realized the importance of open communication and actively engaging in our relationship. I want to assure you that I will make every effort to be more present and attentive, and to show you the love and respect you deserve.

I understand that rebuilding trust takes time and patience, and I am willing to put in the necessary effort. I want to be the partner you can rely on and confide in, someone who values and cherishes you above all else.

Please accept my heartfelt apologies, and know that I am dedicated to becoming a better person and a better partner for you. I love you deeply, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right between us.

Once again, I am truly sorry for ignoring you and causing you pain. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me and give us another chance. Our love is worth fighting for, and I promise to make you feel loved, and respected every single day.”

You were surprised; you didn't expect him to say that. He was truly sorry, and he didn't want things to end between you. You felt foolish for having thought such negative things.

"Oh my God, I thought I had lost you, Felix. I was really depressed. But I know that everything is better when we're together. I forgive you, and I always will, so please never leave again." You looked into his eyes for the first time, and that's when you realized how much you loved that guy. "No way am I leaving, nor am I letting you go. Please take care of yourself, my love. I need you to be well and healthy. I love you." He hugged you as if it were the last thing he would do, and you whispered back an "I love you" to him.

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Kim Seungmin

You didn't even want to see Seungmin, but as luck would have it, you ran into him at a café where you used to go together. It was obvious that your heart led you to that place, hoping to see him once more. You didn't want to lose him if you were honest, but your pride also prevented you from talking to him. You couldn't make a single decision.

"Blossom?" you heard someone say behind you. Your mind told you not to turn around, but your heart was stronger. "Seung?" you asked in return. "I thought I would never see you again. Can we talk?" Once again, your heart responded for you, and you simply nodded. You sat at a table, and he was the first to speak. "Just listen to me, okay? After that, I'll leave, if that's what you want, but let me apologize properly." You muttered a small yes, and then he began to speak.

"I regret allowing my fears and doubts to overshadow our relationship and cause you pain. I am truly sorry for the hurt I have caused you.

My insecurities got the best of me, and instead of opening up and communicating with you, I withdrew and left you in confusion and uncertainty. I understand now that my actions were unfair and unjustifiable.

Please know that my behavior never showed how much I care about you. In fact, it was quite the opposite. My fear of being vulnerable and the fear of rejection clouded my judgment and prevented me from expressing my true feelings for you.

I understand that my ghosting has left you feeling abandoned and hurt. I want to assure you that I am working on addressing and overcoming my insecurities. I am trying to become a better person for myself and for our relationship.

I apologize for not trusting in the love and connection we shared. You deserved better than being left in the dark, and I am truly sorry for the pain I caused you during that time.

I want to rebuild the trust we once had and make amends for my actions. I am willing to put in the effort to communicate openly, honestly, and consistently. Your feelings and needs are important to me, and I want to create a safe space where we can address any insecurities together.

Please accept my sincere apologies for ghosting you. I am working on myself and our relationship, and I hope that you can forgive me. I adore our connection, and I promise to be more present and transparent in the future.

I am truly sorry, and I want to make things right between us. Thank you for your patience and understanding." With that said, he stood up from his seat, but he couldn't even take a step when he felt your arms around him.

"You should have told me that earlier, you idiot. I thought you no longer loved me and just ignored me to end things between us. Seungmin, I will always be there for you through thick and thin. We promised to be together forever. I won't leave you alone in this. I love you, and my heart always will," you said, resting your head on his back as tears rolled down your cheeks.

"I won't let you go that easily, Blossom," he assured you, planting a kiss on your cheek.

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Yang Jeongin

It had been about two weeks since Jeongin had gone on tour. Being honest with yourself, you knew that each passing day was pure agony, and you could no longer bear the feeling of abandonment. Did things have to end so badly? You wanted everything to go back to normal, hoping it was all just a nightmare and that you would wake up in your boyfriend's arms. But every morning, you woke up in an empty and cold bed.

One day, as you were coming out of the shower, you heard the doorbell of your apartment. It was the receptionist informing you that a package had been delivered for you. It surprised you because you hadn't ordered anything, but you said it was okay and that you would pick it up. They told you that the delivery person was already on their way up, so you just waited for the knock on the door.

You were greeted with a large teddy bear, some flowers, and a letter. You signed for them, still in awe of the surprise. Just as you were lost in your thoughts, a phone call interrupted you. Without even checking who was calling, you answered.

"Did you receive my gift?" a sweet voice asked gently.

"Yes, Jeongin, what's all this?" you replied.

"Please read the letter first, and then you can scream at me all you want," he said.

You followed his advice and started reading the letter that came with the gift:

"I'm really sorry for the pain and confusion I caused by ignoring you. I thought it would somehow make me feel less lonely, but now I see how selfish and hurtful that was. I messed up, and I'm truly sorry for the distress it caused you.

I messed up by shutting you out and not realizing how important it is to communicate openly. I didn't mean to make you feel abandoned or unimportant. I know I betrayed our relationship and the trust we had.

Please understand that my behavior didn't reflect how I truly felt about you. In fact, it was the opposite. I was just trying to deal with my own emotions in the wrong way. I now realize that true strength comes from facing our challenges together, not running away from them.

I understand the importance of actively engaging with you, listening to your concerns, and making you feel valued and loved.

I feel really bad for the pain and confusion I caused, and I promise to put in the work to regain your trust. Rebuilding trust takes time and effort, and I'm ready to invest in both. I'll be open, honest, and consistent in my communication with you. I want you to know that I hear you and understand you.

I'm truly sorry for being ignorant and avoiding you. I want you to know that I'll learn from this experience and grow as an individual and as your partner.

I understand if you need some time and space to heal from what I did, but I hope you can forgive me and give us a chance to make things right. Our love is worth fighting for, and I'm determined to be the partner you deserve."

"Don't cry, doll. Forgive me, okay? I want to do things right this time. When I come back, love me more than ever. Love me as if there's no tomorrow, just like I love you," he said.

"I've always loved you, Innie, come back safe and sound. I forgive you. You knew from the beginning that I would forgive you. Thank you for all the gifts. I love you infinitely," you said, and you could even sense Innie's beautiful smile. Everything is going to be alright from now on.

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@damselettism

#skz angst #skz reactions #skz imagines #skz stay #skz x reader #skz bang chan #skz changbin #skz hyunjin #skz scenarios #skz series #skz texts #stray kids #skz seungmin #skz felix #skz jeongin #skz han #skz minho #skz fluff

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Andromeda

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader, Ophelia Frump x Reader

Warnings:angst

Pt2: Act Two

“No Larissa” I huff attempting to close the dorms door on her “no?” She asked surprised “yes Larissa I said no, I’m done playing second best- the second choice I’m sorry that Morticia wasn’t into you”.

Larissa, Morticia her sister Ophelia and I had all been friends since the beginning of Nevermore while I was in love with Larissa she was head over heels for Morticia. Ophelia oh Ophelia she was harder to tell, we became best friends after Larissa pulled away from me and still I don’t know if she even has a crush.

“I- Y/n” her mouth opened and shut “I have loved you since we met Lis, we were best friends and now we’re here. Maybe if things had been different I would’ve agreed but not anymore”.

-

The year before

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I laid with my head in Morticia’s lap as she ran her nimble fingers through my hair, Larissa rested her head on Ophelia’s shoulder while we rested under the oak tree. I admired Larissa’s beauty wishing it had been my shoulder her head was on, I knew she was in love with Morticia but Mortcia… she had fallen for Gomez.

“Do you think any of us will get married?” I asked absent minded “I will” Morticia smiled to herself “Maybe with the right person” Ophelia shrugged. “What about you blondie?” She asked Larissa who shook her head “I agree, maybe with the right person” I nodded “hopefully we’re all here to see it happen”

-

“Hey Lissa, want to go to the wethervane with me tomorrow?” I asked her almost nervously as I walked to her table. “I’m busy studying tomorrow” she spoke without looking up “oh that’s fine” I smiled sadly, Larissa always made time for the wethervane.

I still went to the wethervane the next day but with Ophelia instead, I saw the blonde as soon as I entered “she told me she was busy studying”. Larissa sat across from Morticia staring dreamily at the girl and I don’t blame her Morticia was gorgeous.

“Yeah studying my sisters features” Ophelia snorted “but lets not worry about that okay?” She smiled as she dragged me to the counter my order loose on her tongue.

-

After the wethervane Larissa pulled away more as the year passed us by, Ophelia and I got closer while our little group crumbled. Morticia always flaked for Gomez while Larissa flaked for Morticia and my oh my Ophelia she was amazing.

Somehow “just friends” became more

When the Raven arrived Larissa had asked Morticia as her date but she was going with Gomez which led her here. At my dorm door asking me as her date “no” Ophelia asked me this morning with daffodils in hand my favourite flowers.

-

20 years later

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Larissa sat at her desk looking over files of the new students before one catches her eye Andromeda Frump. It made her think of you, often she thought of you and all of her regrets, did you have children? Were you married?. She wouldn’t read further into the file.

She remembered you telling her during your first year that you would name your child something different something that held meaning. You told her lists of names Andromeda being one of them because you and her would watch the stars every night.

Larissa didn’t want to pry further it was bad enough that Wednesday had started Nevermore and had to be stuck in the past every time she saw her face. It became worse when she bumped into not one but both girls the next day she swore her heart stopped.

Andromeda looked exactly like you, exactly as you did all those years ago…

Frump was Morticia and Ophelia’s maiden name “ahh miss Frump just the girl I wanted to see” the blonde smiled. Confusing the girls “it’s nothing bad darling, just curiosity” Larissa chuckled placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“Are your parents coming this weekend?” Andromeda nodded “my mama is” she smiled softly as she stared up at the blonde. Wednesday already knew what she meant just by how the blondes eyes held a deep curiosity and excitement.

The girls already knew that the principal and their mothers had been best friends during Nevermore, you had kept the pictures hidden away. They found them of course but they never said anything to you or anyone else besides one another. Andromeda knew you had been in love before Ophelia just as Ophelia had been in love before you.

Larissa smiled brightly as her hands clasped against her front “lovely, I’ll see you then” Wednesday fought the urge to roll her eyes. She wasn’t silly, your old diary’s were like a museum that the girls slowly read through over the years.

Larissa had been your first love

#imagine #wlw #wednesday 2022 #larissa weems x female reader #larissa weems imagine #larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #gwendoline christie oneshot #gwendolineuniverse

[badasmuse]

“Homewrecker Pt2”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), language, lowercase intended, fingering, oral, bottom!bada, top!reader, mentions of h*wl, angst, a little fluff, bada cries again

Summary: i don’t wanna summarize it cause i might spoil it😭but i bet y’all ain’t expect a pt2🤭

Part 1 Here🩵

it’s been three months since you first slept with bada. unfortunately, her husband came home from his trip a lot earlier than you both expected that day so you only got a few rounds in. he sat down and had a talk with bada letting her know he felt bad for leaving her alone with chae and not being a husband and father so he’s been home ever since. only teaching local classes.

boy was bada pissed.

she wants nothing more than to be spread out on her bed with you between her legs, fucking her until she can’t form coherent sentences. she’ll occasionally send you photos of her in next to nothing or in front of her mirror with her legs spread, begging you to fuck her but you both know it would be nearly impossible.

that is until another saturday rolls around.

you step out of the uber tiredly. your classes have been keeping you awake most of the night. you knock on the door covering your mouth as you yawn. the door opens and you look down to see chae standing there eyes wide.

“y/n!!” she exclaims jumping into your arms.

“hi sweetheart. how are you?” you say walking into the house with her on your hip.

“not good. mommy yelled at me and daddy isn’t home.” she says softly.

“where’s mommy, sweetheart?”

“kitchen. she said grandma is coming to get me soon. i didn’t know you’d be here.”

just then, bada walks out of the kitchen. “chae is that your- oh.. hey y/n.” she mutters. “chae go grab your bag. grandma is pulling up.”

you let chae down and follow bada into the kitchen. “hey.”

she doesn’t respond, looking down at her coffee mug which was empty.

your hand goes to her back as you try to gain her attention again. she shrugs away, walking to the door to get chae settled with her grandmother. you wait in the kitchen confused. did i do something to her? i don’t think so… you think back on recent interactions you’ve had. you actually haven’t seen her often since howl has been home but he sent you a text saying they needed you this saturday which confuses you even more because why are you here if chae is going with her grandmother? your thoughts are interrupted by bada. she walks up to you, leans down, and kisses you.

at first you went to push her away but something told you not to. instead, your hands went to her hips and you pulled her closer. her hands went to your hair, tugging it softly.

she pulls away and her eyes fill with tears. “y/n…” her legs give out and you gently help her get to the floor. immediately she’s in your arms sobbing once again.

“shhhh i’m here bada. i got you. tell me what’s wrong, pretty.” you whisper in her ear.

bada sniffles and looks at you, “howl and i have been arguing lately because he wants another baby but i don’t.. i can’t bring myself to have sex with him anymore. i hide out at the studio all day and he.. blew up on me then left. this morning, i snapped on chae and my god i feel so bad i made my baby cry. she told me she wishes you were her mom. that hurt me so bad, y/n. i don’t know what to do. i want my baby to grow up with her mother and her father but i can’t be with him anymore.” she rubs at her eyes harshly.

“he said i don’t let him touch me anymore and i don’t. he’s right. after that night with you, i don’t want anything else. i miss your touch. i want you between my legs all the time. god we had sex the night he came home and i couldn’t even cum. i only did cause i imagined you thrusting into me, calling me a good girl and telling me how good i am for you. i wanna be your good girl again.” she climbs in your lap, finding your lips again.

you lay her down on the floor, feeling her up. your hands go under her shirt right to her nipples. her favorite place to be stimulated. her back arches as she lets out a whine. “feels good..” she mumbles.

“you want my mouth on your cunt, pretty girl?” you ask, kissing her neck gently. trying not to leave marks.

“please. please i need it!” she begs.

how could you say no when she looks and sounds so cute? you pull her pants down, eyeing her when you realize she has nothing on. “did you plan this?”

she’s silent, afraid you’ll be upset. but you know she did.

“my good girl. always ready for me.” you say before you dip down to suck on her clit. she arched her back and you stick two fingers in her finding her gspot off rip.

“oh fuck! how did you find it so fast?” she moans loudly.

you continue to massage that spot in her, loving how loud she is for you. her moans drowning out any other sounds in the vicinity.. like the sound of keys unlocking the front door and a male voice saying ‘bada.’

her back arches and she moans louder, “oh fuck just like that! i’m gonna cum!!!”

you speed up your fingers and flick your tongue on her clit a little faster and just like that she’s cumming all over your hand.

“fuck.. i haven’t had an orgasm like that in so long.” she mutters, hands over her face.

“really?” howl says, watching over you and bada.

bada jumps up and stares at him, “howl hi um.. when did.. how long have you been.. standing here?”

you stand up too, not really caring about him, but bada in her post orgasm state. she almost falls so you grab her waist.

“is this what the fuck you got a babysitter for? so you can fuck her behind my back?!” he says loudly.

“no. no that’s not why. she’s just… she’s been here howl. i was… so lonely. crying because of how hard it was feeling like a single mother.”

“you’re not a single mother! i’m here! i take care of chaeyoung!”

“stop yelling at me! i never said i was i said i felt like i was. y/n was there comforting me. letting me know i was doing my best and we… ended up having sex. the day before you came home from your trip and we had that talk.”

howl takes a step closer and you move bada back. you’re shorter than the both of them but you’re not scared of anything.

“is this why you won’t let me touch you? you’re getting it from her?!”

“this is only the second time.. but yes. howl i’m sorry i love her.” bada mumbles.

you look at her, almost asking about that but you decide it’s not a good time. instead you keep putting distance between bada and howl, as he takes steps towards her.

“fire her.” he says.

“no. chae loves her. howl i think we should get a divorce. i just don’t have the same feelings for you anymore..” tears fill her eyes again and she moves so she’s standing directly behind you. her trembling hands grip your shirt.

howl scoffs, “what are you gonna do? marry her? you’re just gonna throw away eight fucking years for someone you met a year ago?”

“howl the divorce was long overdue. she broke down in my arms twice already because of you. you don’t treat her the way she deserves to be treated. you can’t please her.” you say. “she’s stressed as fuck. i could tell from the moment we met. you don’t do shit. leave and don’t come back till she ready with them divorce papers.”

he opens his mouth to speak but he doesn’t. he goes to the door and slams it on his way out.

“that was terrifying..” bada mumbles. the poor thing is trembling still so you immediately take her into your arms.

“it’s over now.”

*

months later, their divorce is finalized and you’re almost done with your classes!

right now, you’re laying up under bada working on an assignment, when she says your name softly.

“yes bada?” you say, eyes still on the laptop.

“remember that day i said i forgot to let you know chae was going to her grandmother’s house?” you hum in response, “well.. i lied. i just wanted to get you alone.”

“oh?” you say looking at her. “i think lying deserves a punishment..” you close your laptop.

“then punish me..”

#bada lee #bada lee smut #bada lee x reader #swf2 x reader #squidnotes #swf2

[lexisecretaccx]

High School Sweethearts pt.9 - Chris Sturniolo

PT1, PT2, PT3, PT4, PT5, PT6, PT7, PT8, PT10, the rest of the parts on my Masterlist!

(Fem reader x Chris Sturniolo, smut..😍, male!recieving, p in v.. praising)

A/n: you’re welcome, (I felt bad for y/n so I had to give her smth nice) this part is slightly longer bc of the smut.

“Mom I’m sorry.” I keep repeating myself as we get into the car, she hasn’t spoken a word to me since she saw me. “Mom I’m..” “sorry? I know you keep fucking saying it.” She interrupts me as soon as we get in the car. “Jesus y/n, beating up that poor boy?” She pinches the bridge of her nose.

“He’s not a poor boy mom he started it, and then made me more angry by bringing up dad.” She turns to me, her eyes widened. “What did he say.” She asked coldly. “He said I was just like my father, those words should be familiar to you.” I answered her, turning my head away and looking out the window. She sighs.

“You know I didn’t mean that.” She whispered as she starts the car. “Where did you go after..” I interrupt her “after you kicked me out the house in the pouring rain? Maybe I went to a party and got drunk!” I sarcastically smile, “did you?” She asked surprised, pulling the car out of the parking space and driving out the school.

“No of course I didn’t, I cried on the sidewalk for half an hour in the pouring rain until my boyfriend had to come and take me to his house.” I swallow nervously. “Y/n.. you didn’t.” She had a sense of empathy in her voice, a tone I haven’t heard in quite some time.

I nod, biting my lip. The car ride was silent for 5 minutes, “how bad was it? The fight I mean.” She broke the awkward silence, “don’t think you can call it a fight if he just lay there and took it.” I laughed lightly, I swear I could’ve heard her chuckle but she quickly suppressed it. “It was bad, his nose is broken.” I add on and my mother shook her head in disappointment, a look I knew too well.

We arrive at the house and my mother turns to me, “I have to go back to work but, wash yourself up and try to relax.” She try’s to smile comfortingly but that’s just not our dynamic. I nod before getting out and walking into the house.

I head upstairs and get in the shower to wash myself up and also ‘relax’ as my mother said. Once I’m out the shower I walk into my room and throw on a baggy tee and Chris’ sweatpants I left here earlier. I sit on my bed and scroll through my phone when I get a notification from Chris. “Look out your window..” I put my phone down in confusion and mumble to myself “not creepy at all..”

I look outside and see Chris waving up at me from my backyard. I open the window and pop my head out, “how are you in my backyard?” I shout down, “I climbed in!” He replied proudly, “can I come in?”.

I laugh and nod before going downstairs and walking to my back door, as I open it Chris wraps me into a hug, “how are you feeling?” He whispers into my ear before placing a kiss in front of it. “Could be better.” I sigh. “You smell great,��� Chris takes a deep breath in on my shoulder, which makes me laugh, “well I did just shower.”

“You look so good wearing my sweatpants aswell,” he grabs my waist and places a kiss on my neck, “keep it in your pants Chris I haven’t even closed the back door.” He moves out the way and I lock the back door up before going to my room. “Did your mom yell at you?” He asks me as I close my bedroom door, I shake my head and lay back on my bed.

“She was.. kinda nice to me.” I reply and Chris lays back next to me. “Wait..” I sit up, “aren’t you supposed to be in school?” I tilt my head and he smirks at me, “I couldn’t wait that long to see you.” He also sits up. “Chris it’s a few hours.” We both laugh.

About 20 minutes pass of me and him talking about the day so far and other stuff in general. “Can we like make out? I’m bored.” I ask. Chris places his hand over his heart, “I’m boring you?” He fake pouts, “no I just wanna.. do something interesting.” I shrug before Chris grins and grabs my face, we start to kiss and it quickly becomes heated, our tongues fighting for dominance.

I feel the ache between my thighs becoming stronger. I notice a bulge in Chris’ pants and I palm it through his jeans, “fuck..” he mumbles into the kiss. “Do you want me to.. you know.” I break the kiss, implying that I suck his dick. “Don’t feel forced into anything.” He breathed out, “only do what you want.”

“I want to suck your dick, I know how to do it, that’s the only thing I’ve done before.” I smirk at him. “After that do you want me to use my fingers or..” he asks me. “No.” I blatantly say, “could you be my first time?” I whisper looking at his lips, his eyes widen and he smiles, “yeah of course.” He replies, placing a quick kiss to my cheek.

I get off the bed and he stands up, I start to unbuckle his jeans and he takes over and does it for me, I pull his jeans down to his ankles and he pulls his boxers down, his length springing up to his stomach, my eyes widen at the size of it and I get down onto my knees. He pumps it a few times before allowing me to take over.

I put my mouth around his cock and wrap my hand around what I can’t fit, I start to suck and I look up at Chris through my eyelashes, he gathers my hair into a makeshift ponytail to keep my hair out my face and to guide me. I feel his dick kiss the back of my throat and I suppress the feeling of choking.

“Fuck.. look so pretty around my cock.” He groaned, starting to push my head further onto him slightly. I grab onto his thighs for stability and his head is back as he suppresses his moans, “shit I’m gonna cum..” he pulls out of my mouth. I look up at him confused, “I didn’t know if you’d want me to cum on your mouth..” he breathes, my hand still pumping his length.

“I want you to” I smirk up at him before taking his cock into my mouth again, his hips buck forward and he lets out a loud groan as I feel his hot cum shooting down my throat. I swallow it and he lets go of my hair.

He lifts me up so I’m standing up and he pulls my face into a kiss, “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.. okay?” He reassures me and I nod. He steps out of his trousers and boxers and I take off my sweatpants leaving me in my shirt and panties. “Do you wanna take your shirt off?” He asks me softly. I shrug and lift it off revealing my pink bra.

“I don’t wanna take my bra off, if that’s okay?” I cover up my stomach with my hands and Chris places his hands on my arms, “of course it’s okay, you’re so beautiful.” He plants a kiss on my neck. Causing goosebumps to prickle on my skin.

I lay back on the bed “can I?” Chris asks, his hands resting on the hem of my panties. I nod, he pulls them off in one quick motion, “if you want me to stop just say stop and I will. I promise.” He smiles at me and I smile back, “wait we need a condom, I don’t have any with me.” Chris says in a panicked tone, “I’m on the pill.” I reassure him and he sighs in content.

“You’re already so wet,” Chris whispers, leaning down and planting a kiss on my forehead. “Gonna need you to spread your legs, like this.” He moves my knees up to my chest and spreads them out gently. His tip rests at my entrance, “I’ll push in, it might hurt at first but if it’s too bad I’ll stop.” He holds my hand, “okay..” I breathe out.

His tip pushes into my entrance, stretching it out, it’s painful at first but I wait for him to fully be inside of me, “I’ll let you adjust, tell me when to move and I’ll start off slow.” He kisses just below my ear. “You can move.” I say quietly, he moves his dick slowly in and out, constantly checking my face for any signs of discomfort, I bite my lip as the pain turns to pleasure.

“Oh my god..” I breathe out and he stops his movements, “you okay?” He moves a strand of hair out of my face. “Yeah, it feels good.” I smirk. “Good girl.” He whispers and resumes his movements. “Can you go faster.. please.” I lightly moan out. He nods before fastening his pace.

I grip onto my bedsheets for stability the room is filled with just mine and Chris’ various moans and noises, “feels so good..” I moan out loudly, gripping Chris’ arm. I feel myself clench around him and he lets out a soft moan. His tip hits my g spot causing me to arch my back and I moan his name. “Sound so pretty moaning my name, let everyone know who’s fucking you so good.” He says through his own moans.

I feel a knot in my stomach, a familiar feeling from the other night. “I’m.. gonna.. close.” I whine. “Me too mama.” The nickname causing me to travel closer and closer to my climax, “you like that name huh? Doing so good.. so proud..” he slightly whimpers as he’s close.

“Cum all over my dick baby..” he whispers in my ear biting his lip as he continues to desperately fuck into me. “F-fuck..” I cry out as the knot in my stomach snaps and I feel myself dissolve into the pleasure. My arousal leaking around his cock, slowing his pace to help me through my orgasm.

He thrusts in slowly and gently, “can I cum on your stomach?” He asks me, whimpering and groaning slightly as he’s close to his climax too, I nod rapidly and he pulls out before releasing his cum onto my stomach in white stripes with a loud groan.

He flops onto the bed next to me his chest rising and falling. A second later he sits up and a massive grin creeps across his face, “what?” I smile back still breathing heavily, “you did it!” He says happily. I smirk at him, “I did!” He stands up off the bed and puts his boxers back on, “I’m gonna grab the flannel we used to clean you up last time.” He smiles, “yeah I washed it and cut the label off so you know which one.” He walks out the room and I hear the tap run.

He walks back in with the flannel, slightly damp to help clean off anything. He wipes my stomach and around my entrance. “I am so proud of you.” He kisses me. I sit up, “thank you, for doing that.” I sit on my bed, almost fully naked as he goes over to my drawer to grab me some clean panties. “I practically wasted those ones I had them on for less than an hour.” I point at the underwear I was previously wearing crumpled on the floor.

“It’s okay, and you’re welcome.” He puts the clean underwear by my feet and slips them on me. I stand up and he stares at my practically revealed body, “what?” I breathe out anxiously. “You’re just so perfect.” He walks up to me and wraps his arms around me and we start to kiss. I hear my front door unlock and my eyes shoot up to Chris.

His eyes widen and we hear my front door open, “shit my mom’s home early..” I whisper. Me and Chris are just standing in my room in our underwear. “Get your clothes on..” I whisper yell and Chris nods, “can I wear these?” He points to his sweatpants I had been wearing and I nod, “and this?” He grabs his hoodie from this morning. “Yes!” I said softly.

I open my drawers and get on a new baggy tee and I find some of my own sweatpants. I pick up our messed up clothes and hide them in the corner underneath a box of shoes. “Y/n? Are you here?” My mom calls as I hear her coming upstairs, “shit I’ll sit at my vanity and you can sit on the bed, just act casual.” I murmured to Chris and he nods, grabbing his phone and opening TikTok.

“Yep we’re upstairs!” I call, saying we so my mom knows someone else is here, I notice myself in my mirror, my hair is fucked up, I quickly brush my hair and my mom knocks the door. “We? Can I come in?” At least she asked. “Yeah.” I say. She opens my door and I smile softly. She looks between me and Chris.

“You must be Chris.” She spoke to him. “Yes ma’am.” He replied, saluting with his hand. Causing me to scoff and roll my eyes. “What were you guys.. up to in here?” She asks, I can tell by her face she suspects something. “Just talking about today, and stuff..” I hesitate. She nods awkwardly. “You’re home early from work.” I break the silence.

“Yeah they let me go early because of your.. one sided fight..” she smiles slightly. “Yep.” I say.

The air is tense in the room and Chris clears his throat and me and my mom look at him, he looks around at my room awkwardly. “Do you like the colour pink?” He asks my mom motioning to my room, obviously not knowing what to say. “Not really a fan but it’s not my room.” She replies and he nods looking over to me.

“I’m gonna go back downstairs.” She says to me and she smiles at Chris, “nice to meet ya.” He says as she walks out my room.

“Do you like the colour pink?” I mimic him, he puts his hands out in confusion, “what was I supposed to say? Oh hey there I just took your daughter virginity!” He does an overly happy wave. I laugh, “you’re stupid.” He chuckles.

“I don’t know why she’s being so.. nice?” I say, moving off of my vanity chair and onto the bed next to Chris. “Maybe shes become a nice person?” Chris says in a tone where you can tell he doesn’t even believe himself. I scoff.

“That woman switches up so quickly I don’t know what to expect.” I whisper as I lean my head on his chest. “Maybe she’s bipolar?” Chris asks, “don’t joke about that Chris.” I look up at him, “no I’m serious like does she have something?” He grabs my hand. “I don’t know.” We lay there cuddling and talking for a good 15 minutes.

“I should return to school for my last lesson at least.” He smiles at me, “you do that, I’ll walk you to the door.” He looks over at the box covering our clothes, “do you want me to take my clothes?” He asks.

“I don’t mind washing them for you, when my mom’s not here.” I grin at him, “okay.” He breathes out and kisses me on the forehead.

We walk downstairs and my mom is asleep on the couch, I open the front door and walk out with him. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He smiles, “yeah.” I nod pulling his face down to mine and kissing his pink lips gently.

“Tell your mom I said bye.” He says as he walks away, “will do.” I wave to him.

I turn around and open the door, going to walk upstairs. “He seems sweet enough.” My mom spoke from behind me and I turned around to face her. “Yeah.” I smile.

A/n: why is this so sweet tho and smutty.. (y’all we cannot trust y/n’s mom..) anyways I love making this series and I think there will be a few more parts left! Love yall!

Taglist: @blahbel668 @mattsleftnipple03 @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @hysteria-things @sturniologurl4l2008 @jakevwebber @braindead4l @mattybearnard @st7rnioioss @junnniiieee07 @sturniolosmind @accio326 @sturniol0s @alwayssublimedelusion @stingerayyy2 @freshsturns

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[themultifandomgal]

Tommy Shelby

Feeling Guilty- YN is Tommys best friend, she’s been there for him through everything, but is now having enough of his behaviour. Tommy finally admits his feelings for YN when he thinks he’s going to lose her.

Step Son- Tommys son calls YN mummy.

Rest Up- YN finds out she’s pregnant and Tommy takes care of her.

24 Hour Bug- YN and Tommys daughter catches a bug. YN takes care of her but catches it herself so Tommy takes care of them both.

Daddy’s Girl Pt1 Pt2- YN and Tommy already have 2 children and Tommy knows that his wife is pregnant with their 3rd.

Family Christmas- Modern day Tommy spending Christmas with his son and wife.

Silent Treatment- YN feels like Tommy is neglecting her emotionally and physically, so she gives him the silent treatment.

A Mothers Passing- YN’s mother is ill and Tommy is there to support her.

Didn’t Have To Learn To Love Pt1 Pt2- After the war, Tommy and YN found comfort in one another which resulted in YN getting pregnant. They married and now YN wants a midwife to help her during the birth which Polly isn’t thrilled over.

Old Love Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5-YN was sick of Tommys behaviour so divorced him and took his child with her, but YN has recently come back to Small Heath shocking Tommy.

Lost- YN and Tommy struggle to conceive, when they have a miscarriage it effects YN’s mental health.

Hurt- YN ends up on Tommys doorstep after finding out Arthur has been cheating on her.

Granddaughter Pt1 Pt2 Pt3- Tommy finds out his 16 year old daughter was pregnant.

Clingy Daughter- Tommy is a single dad to his daughter, who just so happens to be VERY clingy.

Overdue- Tommy helps his very pregnant wife try to induce labour.

His Ballet Girl- Tommy and YN have an affair and Lizzie finds out.

Fear- Both Tommy and his daughter have to over come their fears.

Friends To Lovers- Tommy and YN finally admit their feelings for one another.

Spoilt- Tommy teaches his spoilt daughter a lesson.

Comfort- Tommy comforts his sister in law.

Out Of The Blue Pt1 Pt2 Pt3- YN and John have been best friends since they were kids. The Shelbys see her as part of the family, but YN and Tommy don’t get on. So what happens when YN gets hurt?

My Daughter- Tommy finds out he has a daughter.

Expecting- Tommy doesn’t believe that the baby YN is carrying is his, but soon he comes crawling back to YN.

Leave The Blinders- Tommy is YN’s dad and all she wants is for him to be safe, so she asks him to leave the Peaky Blinders behind.

Ex’s- Although YN and Tommy have divorced, they remain friends for the sake of their child and Tommy will still do anything to keep YN safe.

I’m Not Doing That Again- YN makes threats to make sure Tommy doesn’t get her pregnant again.

Just Want To Protect You

Been Lied To

1 Becomes 2

#tommy shelby x wife #peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby x oc #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x reader

[bestedoesmeow]

F1 FANFIC !masterlist!

CHARLES LECLERC

STORIES & SHORT STORIES

UNDER THE INFLUENCE

You were Max’s ex gf who was working as a health staff at Haas F1 team but he broke up with you suddenly, without saying anything. After a while Charles and your friendship grew strong and turned into a relationship and he proposed. Story tells a day from your life after the engagement.

YOU MUST BE KIDDING ME !

You decide to mock Charles after the ''almost hitting a fan with his car'' video.

OVERDRIVE

CHARLES L. X MALE READER!

POP ROCKS

You thought it would be a good idea to test out the kissing with pop rocks thing with your bf

SOUVENIR

On top of a mountain, surrounded by the people you care about, you welcome the new year. But there is one thing you need to know ; You must confront your past in order to move forward.

LOST IN YOUR CURRENT LIKE A PRICELESS WINE

Y/N L/N is a singer who grew up in Y/HT. She followed her dreams and became a singer, just as she had always wished. However, little did she know that her dreams would soon be consumed by a Monegasque racer she met.

AUGUST

One summer your whole system of understanding love changes due to some monegasque barmen that you meet on a holiday that you thought to be just like others.

AUGUST / PART 2

SORRY, AMOUR

Where he teases the reader playfully (like usual) but without realising she's already had a bad day, so that sort of backfires and she almost cries and he starts to panic making it up to her

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Y/N Sainz & Charles Leclerc summer au

Y/N & Charles Leclerc relationship au

Reporter reader x Charles Leclerc au

Y/N x Charles be real au

Blocked by - Charles Leclerc twitter au

AUS23-Charles Leclerc Instagram au

It was enchanting to meet you

CARLOS SAINZ JR

STORIES

Carlos Sainz Jr. x Pregnant reader!

EASY LOVER

EASY LOVER PT 2

Come babe, let love have this evening

carlos x reader trying to have a baby, but after some failure, during the summer break with all of his family in Mallorca they got the big news (baby Carlos is comingg). After a year they come back to the summer house, as a parents, dealing with baby Carlos, with his sister and his mother🥹

SOCIAL MEDIA Au

Carlos Sainz x Student reader! au

Biggest Fan

LANDO NORRIS

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

L. NORRIS X Y/N CHEATING AU 1

Lando did something that he'll regret for the rest of his life.

L. NORRIS X Y/N CHEATING AU 2

What if y/n lets him explain the whole situation.

STORIES

IN THE NIGHT

Carlos's sister y/n and his dear amigo Lando decides to break the rules one night.

FERNANDO ALONSO

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

F. ALONSO X ENGINEER READER

Since Fernando is new to this whole photo dump thing, you help him to create one which makes alonso y/n shippers go crazy!!! (More like you confirm the love that started at Aston Martin Paddock)

F. ALONSO X Y/N STROLL

What if younger sister of the famous formula 1 driver lance stroll gets into a relationship with his teammate and two times wdc fernando alonso!

DANIEL RICCIARDO

STORIES

HOLDING BACK THE YEARS 1

Daniel comes across the architect of the best summers that he had before leaving his hometown to achieve his biggest dream, little does he know his whole life is gonna change in a day

HOLDING BACK THE YEARS 2

MAX VERSTAPPEN

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

MAX VERSTAPPEN X Y/N OCON

In which Y/n Ocon, Esteban Ocon's sister and Red Bull driver Verstappen accidentally reveals their relationship

MICK SCHUMACHER

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

MICK SCHUMACHER X Y/N

Mick starts to date a girl, who loves to jump in muddy puddles, watches cartoons as a form of therapy, bakes different cookies each night, brings a joy to anywhere she goes including Mick's heart.

SERGIO PEREZ

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

PEREZ X ENGINEER READER

TOTO WOLFF

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

DOES YOUR MOTHER KNOW? / TOTO WOLFF X Y/N HORNER

NEW TO THIS/ TOTO WOLFF X Y/N HORNER PT2

THIRST TRAP/ TOTO WOLFF X Y/N HORNER PT3

LEWIS HAMILTON

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

FINALS WEEK / STUDENT Y/N X HAMILTON

JENSON BUTTON

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

THIS MAN

PIERRE GASLY

SMAU

FANPAGE

#f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #f1 masterlist #story masterlist #f1 fiction #f1 fandom #f1 au #f1 x y/n #f1 x reader

[canellescandles]

☆Baby, the stars shine bright☆pt1

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4

inspired by the 'kamikaze girls',♡ always had unconditional love for lolita fashion and nothing else but when she met ellie,an auburn haired girl whos part of a gang with a dad's fashion sense ,her love for clothes begins to compete with her growing feelings for ellie

strangers to friends to lovers,love-hate friendship,ellie is into reader♡ but reader♡ shows no interest (in the beginning),opposite aesthetics,early 2000s

fluff,wlw

Frilly pink dresses,strawberry cakes,sunny days,classical music and tea times made you the happiest being alive but again,your happiness only relied on external things because deep inside you felt rotten. But at least it was better than feeling totally empty right?

Everytime you felt horrible about yourself you'd think of your parents. 

Your dad was rejected by his gang because he could never hold a gun properly (he would cry in vain after shooting someone) and your mother heartlessly cheated on your dad with her gynecologist right after you were born.

Your mom had crossed boundaries and you assumed it was hereditary when you started to gaslight your dad for money so you could build your dream closet.

"My best friend is in the terminal stage of this very rare, deadly disease."

You looked away, pretending to drop tears, not just because of the act but also because guilt was slowly enveloping you. You continued with your fake emotional tone, "She's so young, but she looks so tired and sick. Fortunately, the doctors found a cure."

This statement made your father stop crying and cover his mouth in surprise. He believed every single word coming out of your mouth.

"And they have to perform a surgery that will cost-" It was like a reflex; your dad burst into tears again before handing you 2000 bucks. It wasn't to save your imaginary friend from the disease but to fuel your will to live. You covered your smile with your hand before taking the money and thanking your dad, already imagining the kind of dress you would buy.

The next day, you woke up before your alarm went off, not wasting a second to go to your favorite place.

You walked all the way from home, which was in the middle of nowhere in the countryside, to the train station.

You wished you lived in Tokyo because then you wouldn't have to add the cost of the train ticket to your expenses, allowing you to spend all your money on dresses. But going there once every month prevented you from emptying your wallet every day, so it wasn't all bad.

Relief hit you when you arrived at the train station early. You took a seat, but then you heard people screaming and arguing from afar.

It was your dad doing his 'new' job after leaving his gang. You thought you were good at gaslighting him, but he was certainly better. He was selling fake luxury brand clothes to a group of oblivious people, arguing with him to get a 90% discount. No matter how stubborn you are, you don't think you could ever fool an entire group of people. It made you wonder how your dad believed all of your made-up stories in the first place.

Little did you know, the dress you bought that day would be the last one you bought with your father's money. Karma got both you and your father, almost bankrupting him. The old gang your father was in denounced his actions, leaving him with no job and no money to fund your wardrobe.

When you looked at the fake luxury clothes in your hands, you wondered how people even fell for this. It was just basic white t-shirts with a brand name; not even your alter ego could like this.

But to your biggest surprise, the scam your father had pulled off hadn't reached everyone's ears. Luckily, you soon received a letter that looked like it was written by an 8-year-old:

"Hi, I saw your big tracksuits when I was walking by the city, but there were too many people buying everything. I was wondering if you still have some left for me. Wait for me at your house at 8 am."

And so you did. You stood at your front door, waiting for the child to arrive. You convinced your father to keep his fake clothes for whatever reason, so you could continue what he was doing in secret.

All you had to do was sell fake luxury clothes to afford your dream ones. With no gang to ever snitch on you, you could set your own prices and stop depending on your dad's money.

You spotted a motocycle and squinted your eyes when the person riding drove towards your home

Was it one of the childs parents ?

The person drove closer blowing some dust before parking their motocycle next to your home, they didnt even wear a helmet for security

You realised she was a girl when the dust disappeared but she didnt look like a mother at all

You didnt realise you were staring that long until the auburn girl came up to you and told you to stop

"hey, I told you im looking for the seller where is he ?" her deep commanding voice made you remind the letter, it wasnt an actual child's writing,she was just writing like a child !

"he's not here, but I'm taking his role,"you said the auburn girl looked you up and down inspecting your elegant lolita dress.She was blocking the sun, so you couldn't clearly see her facial features.

"are you messing with me?" You could see her features better when her face got closer to yours, attempting to intimidate you. She didn't believe you, even though she had no idea those clothes were fake. She turned her face away to spit on the ground, and you noticed golden writing on her large jacket's sleeve.

This girl was definitely part of a gang, you thought.

"stop spitting," you retorted in disagreement with her behavior. It was obvious she was doing all this to let people know she's not playing around, but still...

She raised an eyebrow at you, a bit surprised. But before she could do or say anything, you carelessly opened the front door of your home, which was about to turn into a place of business.

#ellie williams #ellie fluff #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou #mini series #Spotify

[muddyorbsblr]

summoned pt2

Read Part 1 here! See my full list of works here!

Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: Now that your wish has been fulfilled, Loki has no choice but to leave as he is no longer bound to you.

Pairing: Incubus!Loki x Reader

Word Count: 6.4k [grab your drinks, grab your snacks, you're gonna be here a while]

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers you should know the drill by now); vaginal fingering; unprotected p in v; light cussing; angst

Things to be aware of: Loki is a sex demon, not a god, in this one

"Loki it's time to return. Your duty with this mortal woman is fulfilled."

Lilith's voice floated into Loki's ears in the otherwise quiet of your bedroom. As soon as you'd said the words he knew it was only a matter of time before he was either summoned to another's bed or recalled back to her domain to await his next assignment.

He was just feebly hoping that it wouldn't come so soon. That perhaps he could just have one more night like this.

Just a few more hours to hold you.

"At least let me stay until she wakes," he grumbled, the agitated tone causing you to stir in your sleep. "Let me say goodbye to her."

"Could you do it?" her melodic snake-like voice taunted in his ear. "Could you say goodbye to her and bear to see the sadness in her eyes? Could you say it without kissing her? Touching her? Showing her that you've fallen in love with her?"

"If I leave now and she wakes up to nothing I will hurt her," he argued through gritted teeth. "She's been hurt enough times. I refuse to add to that pain."

"Better she be hurting but alive," she countered. "If you stay longer, if you say goodbye to her, you will want to have one last kiss. One last embrace. You'll wish to make love to her. And once you do, because of how strong your emotional bond with her is, you will deplete her of her life force. Completely. You won't just drive her mad, Loki. You'll kill her."

He ground his teeth together, tears stinging his eyes as if they were made of acid. "So my choices are to hurt her or to kill her? We're doomed regardless?"

"Come back, child." The gentle tone behind her words had him taken aback. "We have much to discuss. And I think you care for her enough that you would rather the outcome where she may still walk among her world and live another day."

When moments passed that he could no longer feel Lilith's presence in his mind, he gently laid your sleeping form flat on your bed, his heart already aching as you began to let out small whimpers in protest, your hand clinging desperately to his shirt as if you knew he was about to leave you forever.  "I'm sorry, darling," he whispered as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

Once he'd coaxed your hand to let him go, he stared at you for a moment, desperately committing each delicate feature on your face to memory, before turning back and disappearing from your life forever.

"Welcome home, my child. It's so good to finally see your face once more."

Loki arrived back at Lilith's domain with a sullen look coloring his expression, the thought of you waking up to find him gone looming over him with an ominous persistence. Just imagining your face as you opened your eyes to an empty bed had him physically aching to return to you, to hold you and apologize profusely for even leaving you for a few short hours. The image of the hurt in your eyes akin to poison eating away at him from the inside out.

"You wish to be with her, don't you? The human girl?"

"Gee, Lilith, what gave me away?" he hissed, earning what seemed like a compassionate stare from the superior succubus. A look akin to a mother staring upon a petulant child throwing a slight tantrum. "I love her. And you called me away from her just as she began to feel as if she finally had a constant in her life. How insidious are we that the moment a wish as pure as hers is granted, we take it away once she realizes what she had? It sickens me, Lilith. To my core."

"Loki what if I told you there is a way? That there are certain…arrangements in place for our kind in the event that a situation such as yours ever arose?" The treacherous feeling of hope bloomed in his chest at her words, at even the remotest prospect of being able to return to you. To come home.

Home.

Not once did the demon ever think that there would be any place in any plane of existence that he could ever truly call that. Not even Lilith's domain if he was being truly honest with himself. Only to come to the realization that made his now beating heart swell as it dawned on him.

Home wasn't a place. It was a person. You.

His beautiful little mortal.

"What must I do?"

"Just like that?" She seemed to do away with hiding how confounded she was at his lack of hesitation. "Not even a moment of pause to think about what could be at stake--"

"Lilith please," he spat out, already growing exasperated of her nature of teasing out a conversation to longer than it absolutely needed to be. "You tell me there's a way for me to be with her again, yes or no?"

"Yes but--"

"Then tell me what I must do. Do I need to tell her to make another wish? Must I make a wish myself?"

"You need to relinquish your immortality," she blurted out, the concern now rife on her features as the words echoed around the caverns of her domain. "The arrangement is that one must surrender their immortal life in exchange for one mortal lifetime. What happens after that one lifetime is over is…unknown to me."

"Because I lack a soul?"

She gave him a pitying smile. "Yes, my child. There is no guarantee that when your time with her is over that you would rejoin her in her afterlife; however, miracles have been known to happen. Perhaps you'll be the exception."

"Have there been others with a similar plight? That took the same decision? What happened to them?"

"Truthfully, other than the knowledge that they did not return home, there is nothing I can tell you. Perhaps their existence simply ceased to be and there was nothing waiting for them on the other side. Perhaps they did move forward to the next stage of their lives and they found their loves again in the next life. As I said, there is no guarantee.

"Now I can understand if you will have your hesitations, so I can offer you to think it over while you're fulfilling your next--"

"I'll take it," Loki cut her off. He didn't need time to think things through; the only option he was interested in rang as clear as your voice breaking through the buzzing busy noises of other mortals drudging through their own existence back in your home. The one that would lead him back to you. "A single, finite lifetime with her is worth more than an eternity bereft of her. I'll take my chances."

The smile that Lilith gave him now was more akin to how he saw good-hearted mothers smiling at their children whenever the realization hit them that just because that person would always be their child, that child had already grown to become an adult ready to make their own decisions. It was a bittersweet smile rife with the mixture of excitement for what they would make of their lives and the stinging question of when they would see each other again.

"I wish you all the happiness with your mortal, Loki. Come with me. We shall begin the ritual. Your final ritual." She held a deceptively unaged hand toward him, silently instructing him to take it. "And then you can go home. Start your new life with your…?" she trailed off, prompting him to say your name.

"Y/N," he finished. "Her name is Y/N." Even merely saying your name had him helpless against the smile that crept up on his face.

My Darling Y/N,

When you wake I suspect you will be disoriented, confused, perhaps even angry. I would not blame you. You will wake on this morning to an empty bed, and for that I must apologize. Never did I wish to leave in such haste and without even a proper goodbye; you deserve much better than that. Better than me.

While you slept, I was summoned back to Lilith's domain, which is where you can safely suspect I am now. She's…she's complicated to describe, but I suppose in your realm she is to me something akin to a boss and a mother all at once. As much as I would rather not be sent to my next assignment, it would also be safe to suspect that if I am not already there, that I am on my way. Believe me when I say this: With all my heart, or at least whatever I may have that resembles a heart, I would rather be holding you right this moment.

But it seems that when you verbally acknowledged that your wish had been fulfilled, then my obligational tether to you was severed. There was no longer a force that bound me to you, and I was susceptible to being summoned by another once more.

Chances are you will never see me again, and I feel hollow even saying this. But know that even if you may not perceive me, that whenever I am there, in your realm, I will always make time to check in on you. I may have been forced to leave you, but you, my beautiful little mortal, will never leave me. You are my favorite. I fear you will always be.

Y/N, all I wish for you now is that you would live your life no longer feeling alone. That even if it seems that way, you would remember that there will always be someone that would care for you and only wish happiness for you for the rest of your days. Even if I can no longer hold you, if ever you should feel a stray breeze on a motionless day, or a presence in a seemingly empty room, know that that would be me. Doing what I can to let you know that I am still with you.

Yours,

Loki

By the time you left for work that morning, you'd memorized every word in the letter that Loki had left laying on the pillow where you expected him to be, the paper seeming to apologize that instead of a kiss on  the forehead as you woke, its detached nature with the emotionally charged words were all you had to keep you warm.

You'd never been so cold.

Today you were thankful for the neglectful nature of your employers and your coworkers; nobody seemed to notice that along with your red-rimmed eyes, everything in your expression screamed "hollow". All it would take was one look your way and anyone would see that you within moments of waking up your heart had been irredeemably shattered, every nerve in your body on high alert for a stray breeze or an invisible presence, stubbornly searching for something you knew you wouldn't find.

His time with you always had an expiration date. You'd known that since the first night; part of you had even been convinced that you would've woken up to an empty bed after that first night, if you were being completely honest with yourself. And much as you always dreadfully expected that day every time you went off to sleep, a part of you still felt sucker punched when it was actually glaringly staring you in the face.

The way of the Incubi was cruel, you were sure. The moment that you finally had what your soul yearned for, it was yanked out right from under your feet and leaving you in a state as bad as you were before you even blew out that candle. You were even willing to argue that you were in worse shape now. Because at least back then you were simply alone.

Now you were alone and heartbroken. Now you weren't just yearning for a concept, you were aching for someone.

And that ache hit you the hardest coming home from work and finally being faced with the cold emptiness of your apartment. No arms to pull you into an embrace as you walked through the door. No velvety voice that welcomed you home as you felt the tension of the day leave your body.

There was just…nothing. Not even a stray breeze.

A desperation began to course through you as you marched over to the kitchen counter, fishing out a thin candle and the lighter, your heart thundering in your ears as the tears began to well in your eyes. The temperature felt as if it were rising rapidly as you felt your face heating in anger. "What's the point?" you hissed into the darkness. "They'd bring him back to me just to take him away again."

You couldn't manage anything other than silent sobs as you sank to the floor, the harsh, cruel reality forcing you to let it sink in. Loki was gone. And you would never see him again.

It felt like time had began to slow into a snail's pace as you stayed in your spot, slumped over with your head resting on your knees, arms wrapped around your legs in a desperate attempt to hold yourself together while the sobs kept coming. Still no breeze. Still no presence.

Still nothing. Still alone.

Goodbye, Loki, you said inwardly. The words hurt too much to voice out loud at the moment, so thinking them would have to do. I love you.

As your breathing began to take on a less labored pace, you pulled yourself up to your feet and walked over to your bedroom, making the split-second decision to put on one of the long-sleeved shirts that the demon had left behind and wear it to bed. He'd have no use for them anymore.

His words from that first night echoed hauntingly in your head, almost mocking you for somehow finding yourself in a worse state than you were in before he appeared in your life. To sleep alone when one yearns for companionship maybe one of the most cripplingly lonely feelings you can experience.

Apparently it was even worse when one yearned for love.

The sound of a loud thud out in the hall had you shooting up out of bed, reaching over in your nightstand and fumbling for your letter opener before you approached your front door, where whoever had crashed outside still remained, their audible heavy breathing permeating through the dark silence of your apartment. Chills spread throughout your whole body as a soft knocking at your front door followed a few moments later.

Gripping the letter opener tightly and holding it up in front of you to defend yourself, you threw the door open to see who dared to show up at your front door at this late hour. What you saw on the other side had you dropping your feeble excuse for a weapon the second your eyes met.

"Loki?" You inwardly winced at the hoarse sound of your voice as you said his name. This wasn't real. This couldn't be. You were losing your sanity, imagining him here with you.

There was no one there.

He breathed your name in what sounded like relief, taking a step toward you with his arms outstretched as if you pull you towards him. "Stop," you cried out holding your hand out as if it had the power to make him stay exactly where he was. "Don't. You're not here. You can't be. You said I was never going to see you again, you left--"

Any words you had left died on your tongue the second he closed the distance between you and wrapped you in his arms. "I know. I know. I'm so sorry, my darling." You found yourself breaking into more sobs as you felt yourself leaning in to his hold, an arm wrapping around you to hold you up, his other hand gently stroking your hair as you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head. "I tried to make it back to you as fast as I could."

"Why are you here?" you mumbled against his chest, your hands tightly clenching into fists holding on to the fabric of his shirt, as if you could hold him there if you did so. "And since when do you knock?"

"Since today, sweet girl. I no longer hold my powers. What held me back from returning to you was not another assignment, but rather a ritual. My final ritual." He tucked his fingers under your chin, tilting your head gently so you could look up at him. "I am no longer a member of the Incubi, darling."

"What are you now, then?" Tears kept escaping your eyes with every blink, most of you still refusing to believe that this was real. Even as you placed your hands tentatively on his shoulders, giving a slight squeeze and still finding yourself surprised that you even grasping solid matter to begin with. "Because I'm still not convinced you're real."

Your heart sputtered in your chest as he pressed his lips to your forehead. "I'm here, precious mortal. I'm real and I'm here." He took a look around the apartment, a broken sigh escaping his lips as he saw the kitchen counter, the lone candle and lighter still laying on top. "Were you going to make another wish?"

"I wanted to." You kept your eyes trained to the floor now, afraid that if you looked at him a moment longer you would either burst into more tears or blurt out how you felt about him.

"What stopped you?"

"What was the point?" you scoffed. "I wish for them to bring you back only for you to leave again?" You let out a mirthless chuckle, the ache in your heart worsening as you felt him pull you into a tighter embrace. "I already went through the pain of losing you I wasn't exactly keen on doing it again." He cradled your head against his chest, giving yourself permission to relish in the feeling even for just a few short moments and finding yourself a touch startled when you could hear his own heart beating rapidly; you hadn't been able to before.

"You don't need a wish to bring me back to you anymore," he murmured against the top of your head. "To answer your question of what I am now…I can't be too sure. All I know is I am no longer immortal. I have but one mortal lifetime to spend how I desire. There is no longer a will in this world stronger than my own that determines who I am tethered to. Starting tonight I am free to choose my own path and…that would answer your final question. Why I am here." You let out a shuddering breath as you felt his fingers weaving through your hair, his lips pressing kisses to your temple, down your cheek, and stopping at the corner of your mouth. "Y/N, I'm here for you. I'm here because I have chosen who to tether myself to for this mortal lifetime and what ever may come after, and I've chosen you."

Words began to fail you at his admission, at this potential new reality of him getting to stay with you. With no more fear of someone or something taking him away because he was summoned elsewhere. Of him surrendering an infinite number of days for a finite lifetime with you.

It painted a beautiful picture. A life that felt so perfect that it couldn't have possibly been crafted for you. A dream masquerading itself as reality so that you could wake up and fixate on what was possible instead of what already was. All you could do as the words refused to form was to let out a near incoherent utterance of the final question that burned in your soul with every word that slipped through his unfairly perfect lips.

Why would he do such a thing?

"Why?" He guided your gaze back to him, his eyes shining with tears of his own. "Are you truly asking that, sweet girl?" More tears rolled down your cheeks as your eyes squeezed shut when he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss, much like he did the previous night.

Like he did the previous night.

The hissing thought made you recoil against him, the motion making him immediately release you, a panicked and apologetic look in his eyes, the pain in them apparent as he watched you step back from him. "I'm sorry," he breathed out, arms still reaching out toward you, fingers twitching as if there was an ache in him similar to the one you'd felt all day.

"Last night you kissed me and then you disappeared." The words rushed out of you, nearly garbling together with how fast you were trying to talk, every part of you on high alert, afraid that he would vanish again. "I don't want you to kiss me if it means you'll leave again."

A large part of you felt pathetic hearing your own words ringing in your ears, desperation lacing every sound that escaped your mouth. For so long you'd convinced yourself that you needed nothing and no one, and now here you were practically telling the former demon that if he left you again it would rip you apart.

Any other words that may have been lingering at the tip of your tongue died when he walked over to you, lifting you into his arms and walking you both further into your apartment, setting you down onto the kitchen counter so that your faces were level with one another. A shudder ran through your body as you felt his fingers lightly touching the backs of your knees, thumbs stroking the bare skin of your legs as he stepped between them.

A faint whimper pierced the silence of your apartment when he pressed his lips to yours again in a soft, fleeting kiss. "I'm not going anywhere," he murmured against your skin, kissing a trail down to your neck. "I'll never leave you again." You let out a broken moan as his fingers moved aside the neckline of your shirt, tracing his lips along your collarbone, whispering into your skin, "I love you."

You finally felt the cold that cruelly kept you company all day withering away at his words, relief flooding you as a smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. "You're staying?" His whispered yes may as well have been etched into your skin, your heart swelling as you felt him smiling against you when you wrapped your arms and legs around him, pulling him to you as close as you could manage. "Good. The next time someone tries to take you away from me I demand a fighting chance. Because I love you, too."

The air left your lungs in a little squeak as Loki lifted you into his arms once more and off the counter, capturing your lips in a frantic kiss that had you moaning into each other's mouths as he walked the familiar path back to your bedroom. "I was told last night that if I'd tried to love you the way I ached to while I was still a demon that I would have killed you. Depleted you of your life force."

You shouldn't have felt intrigued by the prospect; in fact, fear should have entered your system right about now at the mere thought of being alone with someone who could have ended you in such a carnal manner.

Yet somehow you'd never felt safer than you did at this moment, as he laid you down gently on your bed, his larger frame hovering just above yours as he resumed kissing along your collarbone. "While we need not worry about that any longer, I think it best we still take precautions." You could feel your pulse thundering in your ears as he kissed a path down your clothed torso, stopping above your heart as his roaming hands gave the sides of your hips a light squeeze. "We'll go slow, darling. For now."

The only response you could manage was a mute nod, your breaths coming out in jagged exhales as he pressed his lips to yours once again, fingers working their way to the hem of your shirt and lifting the fabric above your hips. He made quick work to slide your panties down your legs before gliding his hand up your inner thigh, the light touch already causing you to whimper against his mouth. "Loki please--"

Any words that would have followed were overtaken with a piercing moan that echoed in the darkness of your bedroom as long dexterous fingers met your slicked folds, easily working themselves into your entrance and coating his digits in your arousal in slow, sensuous strokes. "If you knew how I've longed to have you like this, my love," he whispered, repeatedly pressing his lips to your cheek and temple in soft kisses. "How I've fought against the urge to seduce you for months."

"Why -- oh f-fuck -- why didn't you?" Your question came out in breathy sighs as his fingers curled up and began to stroke against that soft spot inside you that had only been found prior by your own hand. With the aid of toys that had been locked away and unused for months since the night he came into your life. "I wouldn't have said no."

"Fear, my love." He let out a groan as your hips arched against his touch, driving his fingers deeper into you. "I've driven others I did not even care for to utter madness. I dared not think what I would do to the woman I love."

The mixture of his candid words and the way his fingers never faltered in their movements inside of you made a thrill run down your spine, making your body shake and push you closer to the peak of your climax. Words had all but completely failed you, the only utterance that even held a modicum of coherence being a whimpered 'I love you' as a heat consumed you, his pace becoming unrelenting as he chased toward the peak of your pleasure and shuddered whispers of your name and his mirrored sentiments were murmured into your skin.

"Let go, my darling," he groaned against your neck, proceeding to suck a bruise onto your collarbone and making your hips shoot off the bed as he placed this thumb against your clit and rubbed in slow, tight circles. "Let me feel you come undone."

It was like you felt flames licking along your body as you came with a trebling scream of his name, feeling your walls clenching and fluttering around his digits as he eased you off of your high with unhurried strokes against that same soft spot. You didn't bother holding back the whimper that escaped you when he withdrew his fingers from inside you, the sound of his zipper being undone sending another thrill up your spine in anticipation for what you knew would come next.

Once you felt the head of his length at your entrance, the only sound that came out of you was a whiny moan of his name, repeatedly pleading for more. "If anything feels amiss tell me right away and we'll stop," he warned, letting out a sinful groan as he inched deeper inside of you. "Promise me, Y/N."

You could only manage to nod your head as you made a weak attempt to wrap your legs around him and pull him closer to you, your hands clawing to his back and your lips kissing any spot within your reach. "I promise." The sounds of your moans filled the room as he finally brought his hips flush against yours, completely sheathing himself inside you. "You won't break me," you tried to reassure him in panted breaths. "I trust you."

You hadn't lost your sanity that night like he'd feared. No matter how many times he made love to you as the hours passed. The only thing that had been "lost" had already been his for a good long while.

Your heart.

Six months later

"Hey Y/N. You could take off early today if you feel like it. I personally wouldn't want to spend my birthday at work if I can help it."

You looked up from your desk in your office to see your new boss, Susan, poking her head in through the open doorway. Somehow no matter the mood that the day had taken on, she always found a way to lighten it even by a touch. And in truth, you owed the woman a great deal; she'd been the one to notice that you'd been working yourself nearly bone dry at your previous station and being horribly under compensated for your efforts because your former supervisor had been conveniently 'forgetting' to include your name when sharing the rewards that your team was reaping from your outputs.

So she took matters into her own hands and gave you his job. And his office. And even a little bit more than his salary.

"Thanks, Susan. I'm just gonna send over these reports to you for the month and then I'll head out." A couple of keystrokes later and the reports in question were now in her inbox. "Aaaaand sent." The sound of your office phone ringing made you start in your chair, the caller ID reading 'Reception' and making you give your superior a gesture as if to say 'excuse me' before picking up the receiver. "Hey Janice. What's up?"

"Miss Y/L/N, you have a visitor here," she stammered, her breathy tone evident even through the phone line.

"Tell him I'm on my way out, Janice. Thanks." You chuckled at the schoolgirl giggle that escaped the young woman before you could hang up the receiver, facing your boss with a beaming grin as you turned off your computer for the weekend. "Looks like that's my cue."

She snuck a quick peek at the man waiting for you by the door. "Alright Y/L/N, you gotta throw me a bone here. Where did you find him and does he have a brother? Or a best friend? Or a single dad?"

Without fail, her sentiment had you letting out a hearty laugh, knowing full well that every time she asked these questions, you'd always only answered her with the truth. "I told you, Susan. I made a wish and he just poofed into my life. Like magic."

"Okay but where did you make the wish? Maybe I'll luck out and bump into my own dream boat, I just have to walk around the same part of town."

As you walked out of your office, you placed a hand on her shoulder. "Would you believe me if I told you my bedroom?" you answered with a saucy wink.

Her jaw dropped at the answer she most likely interpreted as anything other than what really happened. "Ohh fuck me running, he's your neighbor? You really won the lottery didn't you?" That had you laughing a touch louder than usual, coming to accept that no matter how truthful your words would be, she would likely never see it as anything other than comical euphemisms and a form of evasion.

When you were close enough to get a good look at the former demon that was waiting for you at the end of the hall, you could feel your heart sputtering in your chest. No wonder Janice was a flustered wreck, you thought to yourself, eyeing Loki's towering frame clad in a phthalo green dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, tucked into onyx slacks, his raven hair pulled back in a half bun with a few tendrils loose and seamlessly framing his devastatingly handsome face.

"There you are, darling," he spoke with an unmistakable adoration in his tone, his arm already outstretched towards you as you began to approach him faster so you could step into his embrace.

"Guess I'll see you on Monday," Susan spoke from beside you, slowing her pace and waving as she watched you walk off to your boyfriend. You could only manage to throw her a half-hearted glance and a wave back before you were pulled into a warm embrace.

"Here I am," you answered his words playfully as you looked up at him, your chin snugly resting against his chest. "Hi."

Glaringly envious eyes seemed to follow you as you walked home with him hand in hand, never once breaking stride as he asked you questions about your day, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth when you stated that this birthday was leagues better than your last.

"Would that be because your mother finally remembered on the right day?" he prodded with an audibly amused lilt in his voice, quickly switching sides with you before crossing the street so he would be on the side of oncoming traffic.

"Please, she probably started actively forgetting after the way I chewed her out last time we spoke," you snorted, beginning to slow your stride as you reached the final stretch toward your apartment building. "My sister called, though. Still doesn't believe you're real. Then again…probably my fault because I keep telling her the truth of how we met and let's be honest, if anyone told me that same story I'd ask them what they were on and if they could give me some."

As you walked down the hallway leading to your apartment, he slowed his steps to a halt and took you by the waist, maneuvering you until your back was flush against the wall and he was staring down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Then what was it exactly that made this day leagues better than last year, my love?"

"You really wanna hear me say it, huh?" Your smile threatened to split your face in two as he leaned in closer to you, your lips mere inches apart.

"I do."

"I have you," you breathed out, your whimper muffled as he captured your lips in a tender kiss that threatened to steal your breath away. You let out a squeal and giggled against his lips when he wrapped his arm around you and lifted you off the ground, walking you the remaining distance to your apartment and opening the door with his free hand.

"Keep your eyes closed for me, darling," he whispered, pressing one final tender kiss to your lips before setting you back down on your feet and taking your hands in his. "Do you trust me?"

"With my life."

His hands squeezed yours lightly, thumbs stroking the backs of your hands as he guided you through your home with careful steps. A smile once again stretched across your face when he placed one of your hands flat on the cold granite countertop of your kitchen. "One year ago you made a wish at this very spot that changed the course of our lives. The wish that brought me to you and made me realize that centuries of merely existing in this plane in small doses was not tantamount to a life lived.

"Y/N coming into your life started my own. The time I have spent with you had me living through the uniquely wondrous experience of yearning for someone even if you were mere feet away. Of waiting for the moment you walked through the door so I could hold you again. Of falling in love and getting to know the extraordinary feeling of being loved in return." You let out a contented sigh as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips once again, freeing his hold on you to place his hands at your side and turn you to face the counter when he pulled away.

You heard the sound of the lighter click and the warmth of its fire, the light crackling of a candle wick faintly registering in your ears. His hand took yours once more and placed a small piece of paper inside, your breath hitching in anxious curiosity on what exactly it was he was doing.

"This is my wish. My plea," he said softly, sighing against your skin as he pressed his lips to your temple. "When I tell you to, I want you to open your eyes, blow out your candle, and then read the paper. This is all I want." Your heart was pounding in your chest as he echoed your words from last year, the urge to open your eyes becoming stronger by the seconds that ticked by agonizingly slow. "Open them," he finally said, the hesitance in his tone louder than the words themselves.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with a cupcake not unlike the one you bought for yourself that fateful day, a striped green candle burning at the center. You took a breath and blew out the flame, unfolding the scrap of paper in your hand, your pulse thundering in your ears as you read the words he'd written out: Please say yes.

The sight that greeted you when you turned to face him stole the air from your lungs: Loki down on one knee, holding up a ring box that housed a gold ring with two emeralds and a diamond in between. "Becoming bound to you the first time was the single best thing to happen in my years of existence," he began, his tone unwavering even as tears shone in his eyes. "It would be my honor and privilege to be bound to you again for the rest of our lives. As your husband. Your partner. Y/N…" His voice broke as he spoke your name. "Will you marry me?"

Tears began to roll down your cheeks as you tried to blink them away frantically, trying to clear your vision as you nodded your answer, finding yourself unable to speak without breaking into sobs as you repeatedly whispered, "Yes."

The world around you faded into nothing but noise in the background as he placed the ring on your finger before lifting you into his arms and pulling you in for a kiss that had your heart swelling, a warmth and a calm washing over you as you felt that you could finally put into words what you felt when you were with him. Home.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

A/N: Aaaaaaaand that's another request off the list 😮‍💨🫡 I hope y'all liked my take on Incubus!Loki and the light sprinkling of smut I put in there (because of course I would he was a sex demon after all), and where I took their story in the end 🥹 Honestly I was planning on ending it with the smut and then I got the idea of what they would do for her next birthday and the proposal just followed 😅

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(Idk if your requests are still open, if not feel free to ignore this <3)

But ok ok hear me out. Part 2 of the meeting Floyd’s parents in which it’s Mrs. Leech doting over you n stuff!

Have a wonderful day or night :)

HURRAY!! :D

Im kinda excited you are asking for a PT2 Ngl-

Meeting His Parents PT2

Floyd X reader

Warnings: None really but maybe cursing

You were scared, terrified. Both Mrs. Leech and Mr. Leech was taking you by the arm on both sides and carrying you away throughout the mall.

They were buying you clothes, new shoes, jewelry even. WHERE ARE THEY GETTING THIS MONEY. You already knew Floyd and his family were basically in the fish mafia and you knew the money they are spending on you is probably obtained illegally.

This made you scared, because the moment they buy you stuff with that money now you’re officially in their gang. You’re dead, if the cops are arresting them you’re most likely gone with them. Is this a threat? Maybe.

You were at a cafe with both of the parents staring at you as you took a sip of the hot chocolate in front of you. This is extremely intimidating.

They’re both giving you the famous leech smile you’re familiar with from their antichrist of sons.

You offer an awkward smile, awkwardly let out a laugh.

“Sooooo, how are you both?” You let out a small laugh trying to break the silence.

“Darling, aren’t they just adorable?! Howd our son land such a cute darling fishie?!” Miss leech yelled clenching her fist clearly trying to control herself from squeezing you to death.

“Our son must have blackmailed the poor unfortunate soul.” Mr leech giggled in amusement.

“Aha” You fake laughed.

“You know when Floyd was still a tiny eel he used to steal human food and bring it to the ocean only for it to be ruined and soggy?!” His mother said, laughing uncontrollably.

“Yes I do recall how sad he was eating the cold and soggy, he tried it once from land that a human put down next to the ocean as a sacrifice.” He laughed uncontrollably.

You also started to begin to laugh as they told you the most embarrassing stories about your boyfriend.

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Floyd was upset, the people who created and raised him took his one true love Shrimpy. And he was abandoned in the school prison.

Azul ended up going there to laugh at Floyd and Jade then paid the money after realizing who’s gonna give him free labor-

He found out through a rumor and from over hearing Trey laugh about it with Riddle who was honestly waiting for this day to come.

As soon as Floyd and Jade got out. Oh boy all hell was gonna break loose Floyd was gonna find his Shrimpy.

———

While you were laughing with his parents you got this horrible chill down your spine like something bad was gonna happen. And immediate panic set it- Oh shit.

“SHRIMPY-“ A familiar dramatic voice cried out from the doors of the cafe you were sitting at with his parents.

‘Oh god no.’

He immediately spotted you and like an abnormal Titan started running to you. You got up and was about to run away till he threw his big body on you and tacked you to the table.

You couldn’t breathe.

“Oh Shrimpy how I missed you so much- you have no idea how they treated us there. It was horrible.”

“Floyd it wasn’t that bad haha.” A similar amused voice said behind him Jade clearly amused.

“Oh boys just in time we were just telling MC how much you used to pee on the seaweed-“

“MOM” “MOTHER-“

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A double date with Stsg and Shokohime!

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This is a fluff fanfic, Already established relationships, some spoilers ahead aswell!

2006, July 7th, 3:30 PM.

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In the midst of the summer, was the day the double date had been agreed upon 3 weeks prior, Satoru had just woken up. He grabbed his phone and upon grazing over the image of Waka Inoue he paused to look at the time, which was 2:33 PM.

The boy had taken in a few moments to process it but suddenly flung out of bed and towards his closet to pick out his clothes.

"Bastard!! Why didn't he wake me up?!" Quickly trying to take off whatever he had on and nervously, actually very aggressively get dressed. He pushed up his pants in light speed and slid into a grey shirt, grabbing his socks and grunting in frustration as he pushes it up his foot all the way to his ankle. He grabbed the watch and slapped it on his wrist before quickly spraying on three different colonges, grabbing his phone quickly getting his shoes on and sprinting out the building while dialing sugurus number.

Suguru was at the bus stop standing next to a mother who had her toddler sitting beside her, an old woman and a caretaker, or something like that.

Suddenly he hears his phone buzzing thinking it must be Satoru and that hes somewhere nearby. But upon pulling it out and answering him-

"Satoru wh-"

"WHYDIDNTYOUWAKEMEUPOUKNOWISTAYEDUPALLNIGHTISLEPTINANDGOTREADYIN16MINUTESDOYOUKNOWIALMOSTBROKEMYNECKGETTINGOUTOFBEDFORTHISSUGURU-"

It was a sound that was bound to bust your eardrums.

Everyone had turned their heads towards Suguru. The mother clutched her son to cover his ears, the caretaker looked terrified and even the old lady heard everything aswell.

Suguru's eyes widened as he quickly got up to walk away and talk to the still yelling satoru. Honestly it was even more impressive how he's not out of breath.

"You're not even on speaker and everyone beside me heard you calm d-"

"IHAVENTEVENDONEMYHAIRPROPERLYSUGU-"

"I SAID CALM DOWN."

His voice echoed down the street. And the people at the bus stop were even more terrified.

"Its still 3 PM you can make it to the arcade in time. Also you were the one that told me not to wake you up because you would set an alarm."

"I said that"

"Yea."

"WHYD YOU BELIEVE ME?!"

"Oh my God."

Before getting into another yelling match the bus had arrived.

"I'll meet you at the arcade. My bus is here." He swiftly shut his flip phone or however you describe it and quickly got on the bus. For some reason his row and two others behind him were completely empty.

Satoru had taken the taxi to where the arcade was and was trying to fix his hair. Alongside tying his shoes because he almost tripped down the stairs while yelling, you could imagine how the people around him were feeling getting to witness him do this live.

The taxi driver scrunched his nose getting a whiff of Satorus colonge. Which was a disgustingly strong combination.

The ride lasted about 10 minutes and Satoru got out of the Taxi. He turned to pay him but the man was catching his breathe reaching out a shaking hand to accept what he owes him.

And then almost instantly driving off.

'That was odd.' Thought Satoru. 'Oh well.' He shrugged off the interaction and walked down the road to where the arcade was, there he saw Suguru waiting for him. He doesn't look pleased.

"Where are the others?"

Suguru turned to him but before answering him he was a bit taken back by the scent Satoru was giving off.

"Well they'll be here in a few minutes. Shoko said she was picking Utahime up."

"How charming."

A few moments later Shoko and Utahime emerged and approached Satoru and Suguru.

"I hope we didn't keep you two waiting for long." Said shoko

"Not at a-"

"What are you guys waiting for? Lets go in already I've been burning in the sun waiting for you two to get here."

Pt2 coming soon i wrote this in the morning >ᴗ<

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[meenawrites]

Humanized Spider Thoughts Pt2

Kiri manages to bring Spider back to shore and her and Neteyam just immediately curl protectively around him. They take him back to the village and understandibly, at first Ronal wants nothing to do with having him there. Jake tries to vouch for him but it's the kids that really get to her. Kiri and Lo'ak argue so hard for him, Tuk is clutching onto his arms that hangs limply from where Jake's holding him in his arms, and Neteyam... it's Neteyam that really convinces her because she's never seen him look so angry and fierce about anything in all the time she's known him. He's always been calm and collected and agreeable and seeing him so protective over this Sky child makes her relent if only until he wakes up. 

Neteyam refuses to get medical treatment for his shot shoulder unless Spider is there next to him, he refuses to have him out of his sight. Kiri agrees and Ronal is forced to treat him while he has one arm around Spider who is still passed the fuck out. 

Ronal does actually check on Spider because she's a Tsahik after all and she can't just leave a kid looking like that even if he is a Sky person. So she inspects him under Kiri and Neteyam's watchful eyes. Spider's kind of lost all appetite because of everything so he's lowkey kind of malnourished, fatigued despite how much he's sleeping because he's just emotionally in distress constantly. She can tell he's not mentally well at all and it tugs at her mother's instinct despite not knowing him. 

He does eventually wake up. Kiri goes to hug him immediately but he flinches away as soon as it looks like she's gonna touch his hair. He can't bear to have her look at him, or anyone for that matter, it makes his skin itch. He just wants to crawl into a hole and never be seen again. It breaks Kiri's heart because all she wants to do is touch him and make sure he's real and hug him until he melts into her. Neteyam convinces her to give him some space. He knows how tight they are and can tell that Spider just can't accept her affection at the moment. 

Neteyam goes all protective older brother on him. He doesn't let anyone touch him, he's constantly by his side. He doesn't touch Spider unless Spider lets him. Once Kiri tell him that his mom made the cut on Spider's chest, she doesn't even let her into Spider's vicinity even when she comes to check on her own son. He makes sure Spider eats, inspects all his food so that he can actually eat it, and is just overall incredibly patient with him. He coaxes him out of his night terrors gently and just makes sure that Spider knows he has a choice in every single interaction they have. 

Kiri comes to see Spider every day and she can only really interact with him under specific conditions. She's not allowed to look at him no matter how much she wants to so she usually sits with her back to him, especially for the first week or so and either just stays there with him or talks to him gently. 

Lo'ak comes to see him by bringing him food and blankets and water. He doesn't really know what to do for him so he lets Neteyam handle it. He's never spotted too far from the marui Spider and Neteyam are in though. 

Neteyam doesn't let Jake in either. If his parents want to talk to Neteyam, he goes to see them and then Kiri is left on Spider watch for that period of time.

Ronal and Tonowari have never seen a Sky child, let alone anyone who seemed so damaged and fragile. She's impressed by how protective and on top of things Neteyam is and she and her mate become curious about the kid. Because ultimately he is a kid and seeing something so wrong with him makes their strong parental hearts ache. They end up finding out bits and pieces about how he grew up, how neglected he was and how he was left to be captured without any rescue attempt and they just get so angry. Kiri is the one to fill them in on a lot of this because she seems to be the one to have the strongest connection to the boy and she's so angry for him that everything she at least knows about comes spilling out of her. 

Tonowari and Ronal are shocked to their core and it takes everything in Tonowari to stop Ronal from stomping over there to cuss them out on how they treated a CHILD. Sky child he may be, but she's learned a lot since accepting the Sully's into the village and first and foremost, all children are a gift from Eywa. Spider was born on Pandora and is by all means one of them and yet he was treating so terribly that he was decomposing in front of her eyes. 

Norm and Max try to come and assess him, but Spider freaks out upon seeing the equipment they have with them and Neteyam turns them away at the door and goes to calm him down. He doesn't touch him or look at him, but he sits close to Spider, letting him know that he doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to do, but Neteyam is worried about him and just wants to make sure everything's okay, that's the only purpose of their visit. If Spider doesn't want it, it's fine. Spider eventually calms down and kind of leans his shoulder into Neteyam, saying that they can come in but he doesn't want them to touch him. 

Neteyam ends up being the one to use the equipment on Spider as they scan him over with a bioscanner and see all the raging abnormal activity in his brain. They can't get Spider to say what they did to him other than him fiercely repeating that he didn't tell them anything over and over. But he doesn't need to because Norm and Max recognize the technology. It had been in research while they were still with the RDA but ultimately the project had been stopped because it was deemed too unethical. Yet here was the evidence of it. 

Ronal insisted on being there because a protectiveness over this kid is building in her chest and once she understands what was done, she's just so enraged, nothing can stop her now from marching to the Sully marui and yelling at them about what they let a child suffer through. A child that according to Jake had grown up with his kids and was a 'good kid' and yet he, as Olo'eyktan, had abandoned one of his clan's own children and fled like a coward. It was his duty as leader to protect the People and he had deemed one of them disposable, a child! Neytiri balks under the accusation and is like he's not one of us but Ronal won't have it, and honestly shuts Neytiri up when she can't help but tell them about the forced tsaheylu Spider was forced to go through, that he didn't break. 

Spider's brain is determined to be way too active like it's just on fire. (I don't know the logistics of what it did exactly but I'll try my best). His brain desperately needs calming waves so Max and Norm give him an alpha stim to be used at least twice a day for an hour on its highest setting. Ronal also comes and creates a paste out of certain relaxing herbs, makes Spider switch to a nasal cannula and spreads paste across his forehead and temples, rubbing it into his skin. Spider spends the next week or so just sleeping and eating and being hooked up to this machine, just letting his brain rest. It's during this time that he eventually lets people touch him. It's Neteyam first. 

He's keeping himself busy while Spider is hooked up to the alpha stim by mending some nets Aonung has brought him when Spider kind of rolls over to face him willingly. Neteyam is careful not to actually look at him, but he can see Spider watching him intently from the corner of his eyes, so he eventually turns carefully and locks eyes with him. Spider twitches a bit at the direct eye contact  but just kind of wordlessly holds a hand out to him. He hates being looked at and hates being touched but at the same time his captivity with the RDA has made him so much more touch starved than he was before that he needs it, and Neteyam has done nothing but make him feel safe and always ask if he was okay. Neteyam immediately takes his hand and gives it a small squeeze. Spider's eyes well up but he closes them and just falls asleep like that, holding his big brother's hand. 

Kiri is next. Neteyam is out doing some physical therapy so she's on Spider watch. Neteyam told her about Spider's progress but she's still careful with him, so she sits with her back to him as always and busies herself with sorting through shells she'd collected from the ocean floor with Tuk. She wanted to share the beauty of the ocean with Spider in whatever way she could so she picked the ones she thought he'd like best and started putting them behind her so he knew it was for him, talking to him all the while about her discovery of the ocean. It pains her deeply to see her best friend like this, she always has to keep herself from crying when she comes here, but she puts on a brave face for him and everything he endured for her family when all he was met with was betrayal. But then she feels something warm against her back and she realizes he's leaning against her. His slowly growing curls brush her shoulder and she can tell how hard he's trying not to pull away from the tension she feels in his shoulder. 

It makes her tear up anyway and she stays there and lets him approach her however he wants while she keeps talking in a choked up voice, passing him shells. Eventually their hands brush as she gives him another. He flinches but doesn't pull away. Eventually his fingers slowly graze against her palm and he very gingerly slips his fingers between hers. Her hands have honestly felt so empty during these months while they weren't together. They were usually always touching somehow, tied at the hip, and being apart from him had killed her, to be unable to touch him and hold his hand. It was the experience of living off of only their shared memories while she was with the Metkayina that made her realize what her feelings towards him really were but she can't burden him with that as he slowly trying to reconstruct his sense of self. 

She takes his hand and it takes everything in her not to turn around and hold him. He'd been stripped of all choice and he had to choose this now, when and how to reconnect. But they have the whole day together so eventually Spider isn't content with just holding her hand anymore. It was his memories with Kiri and her smile and touch more than anything that had kept him somewhat sane during his months of capture, and getting just a taste of her touch wasn't enough, not when he'd missed her like a missing limb. So he eventually tells her to turn around, twice because she wants to make sure he's okay with it. She does slowly, and keep her gaze cast downwards at first, which he appreciates. He holds both her hands and leans forward to rest his forehead on her shoulder. He still hates his hair and letting anyone or anything near it but his need to be touched and held wins out. She asks if she can touch his hair and he's surprised to find himself agreeing. 

So Kiri's hands find his scalp, and her fingers gently scrunch his short curls. Spider hates feeling so fucking fragile about someone just touching his hair, but he does. If Kiri weren't handling it all–him– so gently, he'd probably want to run away. She nuzzles her face against the side of his, one of her hands slipping down to his back to encircle it. And it feels so good. 

Kiri can't help it anymore and she sobs apology after apology, expresses how much she missed him. Spider ends up crying and says the same to her, that he missed her like missing a part of him and he thought about her all the time. 

Eventually Neteyam comes back later than he'd wanted to and finds Kiri and Spider curled up in the center of the marui together, facing each other and glued to each other wherever he can see. Kiri's tail is wrapped tightly around his midriff and his head is tucked into the crook of her neck while her hands are curled almost protectively around his hair. 

Neteyam honestly tears up seeing it and has to step outside to cry. He hadn't showed it, but watching Spider be so afraid and such a shell of the boy he used to be and being so patient and quiet with him had been incredibly difficult for him. He's still a kid too for Eywa's sake and he had been holding it together for the boy as best as possible. He was always so enraged at his parents but also with himself for not having protested the decision to leave Spider behind, for not having insisted they go back for him or tried to rescue him himself even if it would have been futile. 

After learning that Kiri had been entirely accepted by Spider again, no one can hold Tuk back anymore. She'd been held off for weeks from seeing Spider because they didn't think he would be able to handle her energy and she didn't really understand what's going on with him. All she knows is that Spider looks different and he's hurt and she's missed him so much but no one will let her see him. So she slips away from Lo'ak, who was supposed to be watching her, and barrels into the marui Spider is in before he can catch her. Spider is caught off guard and Neteyam and Kiri aren't able to catch her in time before she launches herself at Spider's chest. 

Spider's frozen for a moment while Neteyam and Kiri try to pry her off of him, but then winds up hugging her back. She's just a little kid and he's always been a pushover for the girl and it feels so good that she isn't treating him any differently. Her energy and boisterousness enlivens his spirit. And careless as she is, she grabs his head to look at his short hair when he eventually lets go of him and he braces himself. But all she does is pull it this way and that and say with awe, "Your hair is so pretty and golden. It looks like the spirit grass at the Cove of Ancestors. I'll show it to you!" It makes Spider cry, which is something Tuk's never seen before and it freaks her out a bit wondering what she did wrong so then she starts crying and it's just a cry fest. 

By the way, I know this is so disorganized but bear with me. Ronal has been coming to see Spider every day, re-applying the calming paste on his forehead, making note of the food he could eat and enjoyed from Neteyam and providing it for him. Tonowari has stopped in as well under the pretext of the fact that he's Olo'eyktan and needs to check up on the human's progress but really he's just worried about the kid. As they see Spider recover more and more, they start spending more time with Spider in the marui (with at least one or two of the Sully siblings there with him of course). Tonowari starts telling him stories about the ocean and its creation while Ronal kind of tough loves him and brings him stuff to do like net mending or weaving seaweed or whatever repetitive activity she can find that quiets her mind that she thinks would be beneficial for him. Spider is thoroughly confused about their behavior but he loves learning about the Na'vi obviously and he doesn't question it for a while, trying to soak up all the information he can. 

Lo'ak also gets shoved in by Kiri eventually so that they can face each other properly. Spider musters up a genuine smile for Lo'ak and that's all it takes for the kid to start ugly sobbing to the point that Spider has to get up and hug and comfort him while Kiri calls him a skxawng. 

Obviously, Spider's been sitting still for way too long and Ronal kind of forces him outside to get exercise. She starts leading his physical therapy herself, often joined by Tsireya, and growls at any clan member who even so much as looks at him wrong. Obviously they start in the water since that's always a good way to get back into moving. Him and Tsireya became quite close during this time. Kiri helps too and takes him walking along the beach until he can't anymore. When he's too tired he'll sit and build sand castles in the sand with Tuk or string shells together into necklaces. 

Eventually he starts getting better, laughing more, being a bit more carefree, getting back to the boy they knew and loved. With the help of Tsireya Kiri finds plants that can create a paint similar to that she used to use on him in the forest and starts painting his stripes again. He eventually feels comfortable enough to take off his stupid tank top and then cuts his cargo pants into shorts. 

He lets his hair grow out. Ronal surprisingly just starts taking care of it for him. Lathering it in oils that protect from the saltwater and cleaning it. By this point he's become super comfortable with her and Tonowari so yeah it surprises him but it's so nice to feel so welcomed. 

And I haven't worked all day because of this AU so I need to go but I'll hopefully come back with a part 3 later. 

#Spider Socorro #Meena's Humanized Spider AU #Spider Avatar #Neteyam #Spiri #Tuk #Lo'ak #Ronal #Tonowari #Tsireya #Kiri #Avatar 2 #Avatar the way of water

[klausysworld]

you can do a 3rd part of "you've lost your girl" where klaus and y/n are not together but have a co-parenting dynamic, obviously klaus still loves her and grieves for her and always makes sure that she and her daughter are protected and pampered, and he is hopeful that they will be together again one day. (and klaus can't be with another woman or love again because his heart only belongs to y/n forever)

You’ve lost your girl PT3

PT1 PT2

It took over year for Klaus to accept that y/n wasn’t going to be his anytime soon.

He found that out when he came to pick Hope up and she was all dressed up with Caroline fawning over her and getting her ready for a date with another man.

In fact she had been on many dates over the years, but none if them lasted more than a few months. Though each one broke his heart more and more. His siblings often had to try and pick him back up from his lows, almighty hybrid or not, Klaus couldn’t handle the emotional pain of the situation.

He hadn’t loved someone the way he loved her, especially with their child in the mix, he hated that they weren’t together anymore. He loathed that he couldn’t be her family.

She was still polite to Klaus, she never brought up the day of the pregnancy announcement again. She found no point in tormenting him for what he said any longer. And if she were honest, she forgave him fairly quickly after their baby was born, after seeing him with Hope and seeing how much he truly adored her with all his heart and soul.

They called a lot, probably too much but the truth was that they both still loved each other. And if she were to give Klaus the ‘okay’ then he would have her in his arms in a heartbeat. But y/n was too afraid of her heart being broken again. It’s why she was never able to fully commit to someone else, why none of her relationships ever seemed to work.

Hope also played a roll. She was a very intelligent child. She was already fully aware of her parents dynamic at the age of 3.

She liked to ball her eyes out whenever y/n mentioned a mans name. Crying and screaming “I want daddy!” She would yell until y/n was nearly crying herself and calling Klaus to come help her.

Klaus was ready for her call, always. He often sat with Hope when she came over and spoke to her “i wish i could come home with you and mommy” he would tell her while she played with her toys “why not?” She would ask making him smile “mommy doesn’t want me there” he sighed making Hope sad “is it cuz of Derek?” She asked and Klaus nodded “Derek gone” Hope would clap before preparing herself to ruin her mothers new relationship.

Y/n would pass Hope to Klaus as soon as he got to the door “just take her to yours, she doesn’t want to be here” she would whisper, tears in her eyes as she tried to close the door only for Hope to reach out to her

“mommy too” she would mumble with her lips pouted. Y/n would nod and come hold Hope hand “mommy hugs” she would sniffle

“you have daddy’s hugs already” y/n said with a small smile

“mommy hugs and daddy hugs” she would whine until Klaus had his arms around y/n and y/n’s arms around Hope. Effectively trapping her parents together.

At four she was even better at it. Forcing them both to take her to school together otherwise she refused to get dressed.

They were bound together by their daughter no matter what.

Klaus supported y/n no matter what. Even if she was with another man at the time, he never once disrespected her again. Even if she were with another man at the time, he knew it would make her happy and so he made no comments on it.

By 6 Hope just wanted her parents together. She made such a fuss that y/n was no longer able to have a relationship with anyone else. She began to sit around their home waiting for Hope to be finished at school. Caroline and Bonnie had their own lives to be busy with.

Y/n got a job at the local cafe to occupy her time but it wasn’t something she enjoyed. Her entire life had just been through Hope and now she was spending the majority of her time at school and the other time with her father, y/n didn’t know what to do with herself.

Once hope was 8 she became more aware of her parents pasts. She understood that sometimes her mother got upset and that she needed Hope. But she also knew that sometimes her mother needed her father. Often Klaus would get a phone call from y/n’s phone from Hope “can you come help me? Moms away in her room” she would whisper sat outside her mother bedroom door. Klaus was arrive in record timing and would have Hope with Rebekah as he held y/n gently while she cried over feeling unlovable.

Klaus realised that him egging Hope on in stopping y/n from dating was just as malicious as doing it himself. He had to convince Hope to stop and because Hope understood what was happening, she did.

And eventually y/n was with someone, and she was happy. She was truly happy and so was Hope, she liked the man her mother was with. But when he got down on one knee and proposed to her, all she could think about…was Klaus.

———————————————————————

Y/n ran all the way to Klaus’s.

It was nearly 10pm as she knocked rapidly on the door. She was dressed in a form fitted red dress and had legged in all the way there in silhouette heels. Her makeup was rubbing down her face as she nearly knocked the door down.

The door swung open and an angry Klaus opened the door before his expression faltered and he frowned looked down at y/n. “Love? What-“ he was immediately cut off as she threw herself into his arms, her lips to his making him moan in surprise and would’ve fallen backwards if she didn’t grab him to pull him to her.

His arms wrapped around her after another few seconds of shock and he began to kiss back passionately, his breathing turning unstable as he pushed her against the wall. She jumped and her legs pulled his hips closer as she moaned into his mouth and tugged at his hair.

He pulled away briefly but before he could say anything, she was pulling him back to her. Her tongue desperately regained ownership of his mouth, her hands pulled at his shirt pulling it up and her hips began to roll. He grunted in surprise and squeezed her waist gently as his body began to rock to hers.

They pulled away for only a second as his shirt was threw across the floor. His hands began to gain more confidence as they rubbed up and down her body, reminding himself of every curve she owned. He kneaded at her breasts and his hips thrust to rub against her. Her hand moved to his neck, gripping him gently with need as she kissed him hard.

Just as he tore her dress right down the middle they both heard a throat clear. He pulled away and looked to his side while she closed to eyes and rest her head against the wall.

Klaus cleared his throat when he saw Rebekah stood with her arms crossed and an amused expression on her face “and how long has this been going on?” She questioned

“About five minutes tops” klaus muttered and Rebekah’s eyes widened. Y/n turned to her with a sarcastic smile and a thumbs up

“What-why? How!” Rebekah spluttered, before turning around “oh my god you two were gonna do in on the wall!” She yelled

“What on the wall?” They heard a voice say and then a sleepy Hope wondering in.

Klaus’s eyes widened and he grabbed a blanket before covering y/n’s front up by swaddling her in it. “Nothing princess, we thought there was a mark on the wall is all” he said with a smile and Hopes eyes lit up

“Mom! Am I meant to be at home with you?” She asked and came on over making y/n begin to laugh. Klaus and Rebekah looked at each other in confusion

“I think your mother has had one too many glasses of wine dear, I’m going to put her to bed okay? You should be asleep too darling” he told her while pulling y/n along with him as he brought them up the stairs

“I was but I heard the door banging” she yawned

“Sorry sweetheart, you just go to sleep okay?” He kissed her forehead and Hope gave her mother a quick hug before going into her room.

Y/n was still giggling as she put her face in Klaus’s neck. He looked down to her both amused and concerned before lifting her up and bringing her to his room.

“What has you so giggly my love?” He asked while grabbing her one of his tops and pulling it over her head

“I just rejected Marks proposal” she said and burst out laughing. Klaus’s face dropped at her words and he frowned for many reasons

“You…you said no?” He asked confused

“Its been like ten years and I’m still in love with you” she laughed, she lead back on his bed looking up at his ceiling. He smiled slightly at her and lead down beside her. “I hated you for so long but it was so stupid” she laughs “i mean, it was pathetic really!”

“It wasn’t pathetic” he whispered, he took her hand “love-“

“Oh shut up Klaus! Stop apologising it’s so fucking annoying!” She exclaimed making him shut his mouth. “God you know I’m here to say I love you and that out whole stupid co-parenting is so stupid! You’re always at my house! Don’t lie! You live with us, you’re still in love me” she yelled and he shushed her

“Yes love if course but do remember we have a child listening to us” he mumbles pulling her to him.

She hums lazily and rolls on top of him “we should have more babies” she whispers kissing his lips.

“Love, you’re drunk” he murmurs though still kissing her as she presses against him

“I need you” she whispers

“Shh, just close your eyes love, we can talk all about it in the morning” he promises her, he spins them over and pulls the duvet over her.

“No…come back” she whined grabbing his arm.

He reluctantly lead with her, and eventually managed to get her to sleep despite her insistently kissing his neck.

He looked down at her with a soft look “I do hope you remember this in the morning”

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