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uramakimochi · 5 months
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HOW ARE BABIES MADE?
Charles Leclerc x Reader (but it's mostly Aurora with her uncles/aunt/grandma)
Warnings: nothing just fluff, use of Y/n + fem!R, use of petnames, husband/dad!Charles content, i chose the names of the children because yes. Click here if you want to read more stories of the Leclerc family.
Translated english + little french and spanish because they're not my first languages so feel free to correct me.
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Aurora was thrilled to have a brother. You and Charles initially thought she wouldn't take it well, given her strong attachment to Charles, but the idea of having a little brother to take care of, a playmate who would keep her company when their parents were busy, someone to spill all the secrets to, had made her as happy as ever. Finally the Leclerc family would have been bigger!
But ever since you and Charles had revealed your pregnancy to her, an existential question had arisen in the little girl's mind.
“Mommy” she called, looking at you with her big, bright eyes.
"Yes honey?"
"How are babies made? How was i made?"
Your eyes widened when you heard her ask you that question. You thought these things only happened in movies, but here you are in the exact same situation.
"Uhm... Well, darling, first you are born and then you grow in your mom's belly..." you tried to say.
"Like Lou-Lou, right? Because he's in your belly" she replied, pointing a finger at your swollen abdomen and you nodded.
"Yes, like Lou-Lou"
Lou-Lou was the nickname she had given her brother, after you and Charles had told her that you had decided to name your son Louis, in the french way.
"And then when you grow to the right point, comes the time to go out, because you become too big to fit in mommy's belly. This is how babies are made"
Aurora blinked at you a couple of times and you mentally insulted Charles, for the fact that he wasn't there with you at that moment, just when your daughter started asking questions like that.
"Oh..." Aurora nodded slowly, but even if she didn't seem quite convinced of the answer you had given her, she ran away from the living room, leaving behind a "Thank you mommy" and you let out a sigh.
You just hoped she wouldn't have asked you again.
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"Uncle Pierre, aunt Kika, can i ask you a question?"
The couple looked at the little girl who was standing in front of them, still holding her doll and her clothes and accessories abandoned on the living room carpet.
"Anything you want chérie" replied Pierre, while he was stroking Kika's leg.
You had gone to visit Pierre and Kika and while you and Charles had gone out to dinner, your two friends had offered to keep an eye on Aurora.
"How are babies made?"
Luckily the two were sitting on the sofa, because they didn't expect such a question so suddenly. If they had been standing, probably one of the two, whether Kika or Pierre we don't know, would have fallen to the ground.
“Uh… sweetie why are you asking us?” Kika asked kindly. "These are questions you should ask mom and dad"
"I asked mommy" Aurora replied nodding. "She told me that babies are born in their mom's belly and when they get too big they have to come out and that's how they are born. But i didn't understand how Lou-Lou ended up mommy's belly. Who put him in there?"
Pierre and Kika looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes. And now what should they answer her?
"Um... It was your dad who put Lou-Lou in your mom's tummy" Pierre said after a few seconds of silence.
Kika looked at him with wide eyes.
"Really? And how did he do it?" Aurora asked curiously.
"Uhhh... He used a... A little seed, yes" he replied, proud of himself.
Aurora looked at him, tilting her head to the side.
"A little seed?" she muttered in confusion. “Like the ones you find in cherries?”
"That's right!" Kika interjected. "Your dad gave a special seed to your mom and when she ate it, your brother Louis was born in your mom's belly"
Both Pierre and Kika looked at each other in silence, but their looks were enough to create a whole conversation. Pierre was like: "What the hell are you talking about?" while Kika replied "What the hell are YOU talking about??".
"So before becoming children we are special seeds?" Aurora asked looking at them and the two nodded.
"Oh, now i understand everything. Thank you uncle Pierre and aunt Kika~"
Aurora sat down on the carpet again, going back to playing as if nothing had happened, while Pierre and Kika looked at each other again.
“Good job” Pierre muttered and Kika hit him lightly on the knee, making him giggle.
"Shut up, you started it"
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It wasn't Aurora's intention to wander around the McLaren garage alone, but she had asked you if she could say hello to her beloved uncle Lando and you couldn't say no. But before you could even take her hand to accompany her, she had already run away, leaving you behind to chase her, walking like a penguin, due to the weight of your belly.
When the little girl saw the man with the number 4 printed on his back, a big smile crossed her face and, dodging all the members of the McLaren team present, she rushed towards his body, hugging his legs.
"Uncle Lando!"
Lando jumped slightly but when he turned and saw Aurora's smiling face, he couldn't help but pick her up and hold her in his arms.
"Hi Aurora! Oh, come here darling, come to uncle Lando" he said, nuzzling his nose against her soft cheek, making her laugh. "How is my princess?"
"I'm good, uncle Lando. How are you?"
Lando's heart swelled when he heard her ask him that question, she was truly a well-behaved child, you and Charles had raised her well.
"Much better now that you're here. I can't go and race without your good luck kiss, can i?" he said looking at her with a smile and even though Aurora felt her little cheeks heating up from shyness, she leaned her face forward to give a loud kiss on Lando's cheek, while some members of the team who were watching them, made some tender noises.
"Where's Uncle Oscar?" the little girl asked later, looking around for Lando's teammate.
"He's getting ready right now, but when i see him i'll tell him you came by to say hello, okay?" Lando replied and she nodded.
Lando brought her back down to the ground, but he crouched down so he could look at her at her height.
"'Ro, where's mommy? Why aren't you with her?" he asked her softly, knowing that if Aurora had left without permission you were probably very worried at that moment.
"I wanted to come and say hello!" Aurora replied, making him smile tenderly. "Mom gave me permission to come here! I swear she's still here... Somewhere..."
Lando chuckled, reaching out to stroke her head. And before Aurora could ask him the question she had been waiting to ask him all day, someone behind her covered her little eyes with their hands.
"Guess who?" a voice said and Aurora's eyes widened from behind his hands.
"Uncle Carlos!"
Carlos chuckled when he saw the little girl suddenly turn towards him and hug his legs, like she had done with Lando.
“I came to chat with Lando” Carlos said, bending down to pick Aurora up in his arms. “But finding you here was a pleasant surprise, nena”
Carlos touched Aurora's nose with the tip of his finger, making her laugh. But before he could tell her that perhaps it was best to take her back to you or Charles, Aurora turned to look at the two men with her large, curious eyes.
"Uncle Lando, uncle Carlos, can i ask you something?"
"Sure 'Ro. What is it?" Lando replied.
"Do you know how babies are made?"
Carlos nearly knocked her to the ground, while Lando immediately turned to see if anyone on the team had heard her.
"Aurora... You're a little young to ask this question, Lando and i can't answer you" Carlos tried to say.
"Why not?" she asked, looking at him. "Uncle Pierre and aunt Kika told me that before we were born in mom's belly, Lou-Lou and i were special seeds that daddy fed mommy, and mommy said we grew in her belly"
"Well..."
"Were you born like this too? Were you also seeds before?"
Lando glanced at Carlos, biting his lower lip to hold back his laughter.
"Actually..." Carlos said, looking back at her. "Actually, Lando and i were born thanks to a stork, bebé"
At those words, Aurora's eyes widened.
"What?? A stork!?"
Carlos nodded.
"Of course! There is a story about a stork that brings babies to their parents, as if they were a gift"
"So you and Uncle Lando are children of a stork?" the little girl asked, turning to look at Lando.
"No no darling, our parents are our only and true parents" the latter continued with a laugh. "Simply when my parents decided they wanted a baby, they asked the stork and she brought me to them when i was little. And she also did the same with my sisters and my brother. And uncle Carlos was also brought by the stork to his family"
Aurora looked at the two men in silence, considering their words, until the two saw her open her mouth in an O shape.
"Ooh! Now i get it!"
Aurora moved to make it clear that she wanted to return to the ground and Carlos put her down. Next the little girl hugged the two drivers again, thanking them.
"Thank you uncle Lando, thank you uncle Carlos. Now i'm going back to mommy"
Lando and Carlos watched her run away, while in their heads they wondered what the hell had just happened.
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Then it was the turn of Arthur and Lorenzo, who had gone to yours and Charles' house to babysit Aurora. Actually, you had only asked Lorenzo, knowing that he alone was enough to keep her under control, but she had also insisted on Arthur's presence and the latter couldn't say no to his beloved niece.
"So chérie" Arthur began, handing the little girl her plate of reheated pizza. “What movie do you want to watch after dinner?”
Aurora thought about it for a moment until she started bouncing in her seat.
"Cars!" she exclaimed with a smile. "Because there's Lightning McQueen! And Lightning McQueen looks just like daddy! Right, Uncle Lolo?"
Lorenzo, already sitting at the table eating his slice of pizza, chuckled and nodded.
"Of course Aurora. Dad is just like Lightning McQueen"
"Yes, because he dresses all in red and his car is very fast, like McQueen! And mommy is Sally" she continued, while Arthur also sat down.
Aurora continued eating, until she remembered something she had wanted to ask them for some time.
"Uncle 'Thur"
“Yes, chérie?” Arthur replied nonchalantly, raising the glass of water to his lips.
"How are babies made?"
Arthur's eyes widened as he felt himself choking on the water and then he began to cough. Lorenzo, however, immediately turned his face away, hiding his suppressed laughter behind his hand.
"A-Aurora..." Arthur said, leaving the last cough and then looking at her. "Why don't you ask your dad these things?"
"Because i want to know your answer," she replied innocently. "Mom only told me that i grew up in her belly. Uncle Pierre and Aunt Kika said that before i was born i was a special seed. And Uncle Carlos and Uncle Lando said that they were brought by a stork. So i wanted to know if you were born like this too"
The two brothers looked at each other and then Arthur spoke again.
"Well, when two people love each other, Aurora, they do something called se- OW!"
"SEVEN HUNDRED KISSES! SEVEN HUNDRED KISSES, AURORA!" Lorenzo interjected, hastily standing up and hitting Arthur in the arm.
Aurora looked at him confused, not understanding his sudden behavior. Lorenzo glared at Arthur, before looking back at the little girl with a smile.
"When two people want to have a child they decide to give each other 700 kisses without ever stopping"
"Never?" Aurora asked and Lorenzo shook his head.
"Never never"
"And do they kiss on the mouth? Like mommy and daddy do?" she asked him then.
"Exactly" Lorenzo replied, blushing with embarrassment. "Giving a kiss on the cheek doesn't count, it has to be right on the lips, so you show how much you love that person"
Aurora nodded.
"And after they give each other 700 kisses, the baby begins to grow in its mother's belly"
"So grandma and grandpa gave each other all those kisses before letting you grow in her belly??" she asked. "But you, dad and uncle Arthur are three brothers!"
"Yeah" Lorenzo nodded, looking at her nervously, while her eyes widened.
"But that's a LOT of kisses! Wow!"
Lorenzo watched her get down from her chair and drink the last sip of juice left in her glass.
"Thanks Uncle Lolo" she said with a smile, then ran towards the living room. “I'll turn on the tv so we can watch the movie!”
When he was sure that the little girl was no longer present, Lorenzo's smile fell from his lips in a fraction of a second. The older of the two brothers gave Arthur another slap on the arm.
"Ow! Stop it!" Arthur protested.
Lorenzo glared at him.
"Did you seriously want to talk about sex?! Crétin! (You moron!)"
Arthur shrugged.
"I don't see anything wrong with it, it's not like she can understand anything about it, she's a child"
"Yes, but she's a child who goes and tells her parents as soon as she hears something new! Charles and Y/n would kill us!"
"Uncle Lolo! Uncle 'Thur! Come watch Cars?!" Aurora's voice called them from the living room.
"Of course chérie we'll be right there!" Lorenzo replied, before looking at Arthur one last time.
"You idiot" he hissed at him, then he left the kitchen and headed for the living room.
Arthur let out an amused smile, before getting up from the table too and joining them.
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“Are you ready chérie?”
Pascale turned to look at her granddaughter, who remained standing in the middle of the hospital hallway.
Aurora nodded with a slight smile.
"I'm about to meet Lou-Lou"
Pascale smiled back, reaching out to pat her head.
"You have to be careful. Maman is tired and to prevent Louis from starting to cry we have to keep our voices low and not scream, okay?"
Aurora nodded again, squeezing her grandmother's hand, which she had given her, with her small hand. Pascale placed her hand on the doorknob, but just before she could open it, she felt her granddaughter pull her hand back slightly.
"Grand-mère..."
Pascale turned to look at her again.
"Tell me chérie"
"How was Lou-Lou made? How was i made?"
Pascale smiled and leaned towards her slightly, not finding the strength to crouch down on the ground.
"Darling, it's very simple. Your papa and maman love each other very much. And their love is all it took to give birth to you and your brother. It just happens"
"So..." Aurora murmured in confusion. "If i have a husband and he and i love each other, we'll have a child?"
Pascale nodded.
"That's right"
"Oh, but then it's really simple" the little girl said, making the woman giggle.
“Sure it is chérie, but this is still something your mom and dad will explain to you again when you're older, okay?”
"Okay, grand-mère"
"Good. Now shall we go in?"
Aurora nodded frantically and so the two silently entered the room.
Both you and Charles turned to look at who had entered and a tired smile crossed your face when you saw your daughter, after all the hours spent in the delivery room.
"Oh darling, hi"
Aurora approached the bed you were lying on and Charles, who was sitting next to you, picked her up and made her sit on his lap.
"Mommy, are you tired?" Aurora asked you and you smiled at her.
"A little, but don't worry about me. Look who's here"
Aurora's eyes widened when she noticed the little bundle you were holding in your arms and she immediately leaned over to be able to see him better.
"This is Louis" Charles whispered, stroking her head. "You can finally say hi to him"
Aurora was enchanted to observe the little face of her brother who was sleeping soundly, while behind her, Pascale approached Charles and the two exchanged a kiss on the cheek, while she congratulated him and you.
After a few seconds of staring at him, Aurora turned to look at Charles.
"Daddy can i say something to Lou-Lou?"
Charles smiled and bent his face to press a kiss to her temple.
"Of course baby, you can tell him anything you want"
Aurora looked back at her brother and caressed his cheek with the tip of her finger, while you let her do it.
“I'm glad you are finally here Lou-Lou,” she whispered with a smile. "You know, while you were growing in mommy's belly you hurt her sometimes. But now that you're out, she's better and now i can see what you're like. You're much smaller than i thought. But i was also small like you once, you know? When i was in my mom's belly"
You and Charles exchanged a tender look as she continued.
"Do you know how i was made and how you were made? I know. Mommy, uncle Pierre and aunt Kika, uncle Lando and uncle Carlos, uncle 'Thur and uncle Lolo and grand-mère told me. I can tell you everything, if you want"
"What??!"
You and Charles suddenly turned to look at her, widening your eyes, while Pascale giggled in amusement, hiding her smile behind her hand.
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This was cuter and written better in my head lol
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flowerandblood · 5 months
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Guilt | Greed | Grace
[ modern! • Aemond x stepsister! • female ]
[ warnings: sex content, sexual tension, angst, smut, kind of incest but not really, brat taming ]
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[ description: After one night together, he and his stepsister remain amused by the whole situation and that they have taken revenge on their parents in some way. Aemond begins to wonder if his relationship with Alys makes sense when their parents decide to go away for the weekend and leave them alone at home. The power of angst, ironic, bitchy Aemond. Anon request. ]
Part 1 − Rage | Revenge | Relief Part 3 − Pride | Promise | Price Part 4 − Blame | Betray | Bliss
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* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *
My other works: Masterlist
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After what they had done, they both began to fall asleep in his bed, exhausted after their physical exertion and fulfilment. His stepsister woke up before dawn, slipped out of his embrace and stroked his hair before she left, quietly closing the door behind her.
He surprised his mother and the rest of the family by coming down for breakfast in the morning. Criston stood up, startled, and walked over to him, extending his hand to him. He shook it, trying to hold back a grimace of satisfaction.
"Criston. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." He said with the clear hope that he had finally broken through, that there would no longer be such a tense atmosphere in the house.
He looked at him forcing himself not to smile.
I fucked your daughter yesterday, Criston.
And it felt so fucking good.
"Aemond. Me too." He said low and matter-of-factly, turning away from him even though he could see he wanted to say something more, surely to ask how his studies were going or what he was planning to do today.
He sat down at the table taking a seat opposite his daughter, who for a brief moment pretended to be extremely focused on cutting pancakes with jam. He looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to take a bite into her mouth and swallow it, and she finally lifted her gaze to him.
"Hi." He hummed and she pressed her lips together, her eyebrows arched in amusement, she was all red, her innocent embarrassment making him feel a pleasant warmth in his lower abdomen.
"Hi." She whispered, immediately leaning over her pancakes, trying not to laugh, and he reached for the toast with a smile of satisfaction.
His mother and Criston watched them with astonishment, Daeron being the only one who seemed to notice nothing and simply ate his cornflakes with milk, surely focused with his thoughts on some test that awaited him at school.
"Why are you laughing? Is something wrong?" Asked Alicent, clearly amused herself, suspecting that this was clearly not the first time they had spoken.
She and he shot each other a quick glance over the table. She didn't seem terrified and he figured she wouldn't mind if he played with the situation a bit.
"Nothing. Something funny just happened yesterday. Right, kid?" He asked indifferently, throwing her a defiant look, biting into his toast with a loud crunch.
She almost choked on the sip of tea she had just taken from her mug in the shape of a dog's head and looked at him with big eyes, hearing her pet name that he had used earlier in the night.
He thought with amusement that her mug fit her perfectly.
"Yes. Very funny." She muttered wearily, pressing her lips together and quickly taking another bite of pancakes, trying with the last of her willpower not to smile or laugh, looking at him pleadingly.
"Don't you want to tell your daddy what you did?" He asked ironically and she burst out laughing, looking at him with her eyebrows raised high, accepting his challenge.
"Maybe you should brag to your mum about what happened first." She said defiantly and lightly, taking a loud sip from her cute doggie cup, and he bit his lip, deciding that he probably needed to say enough so as not to overdo it.
"I see that whatever happened you two quickly found common ground." Said his mother with a sort of expression of contentment and relief, as if she understood from all this that something funny had happened in their absence which had made them, willy-nilly, grow closer to each other.
In a way, it was true.
In a way.
"Yeah. We got closer." He said lightly, and she just threw him a calm, happy look without saying anything else, eating the rest of her pancake contentedly.
"Okay, I'll drive Daeron to school and come back to drop you off at the university, okay?" Criston asked her, but before she could answer anything he interrupted him with a word.
"Big brother will drive his little sister to school. Get yourself together, I'm leaving in ten minutes." He hummed, putting the rest of his toast in his mouth, walking over to the machine to make himself a quick coffee. Criston wanted to protest, saying there was no need, but his daughter ran quickly to get her backpack without even listening to him.
He drank his coffee and started to put on his shoes, waiting for her when his mother came up to him, an expression of gratitude on her face.
"That's very kind of you, Aemond. Thank you for trying, you don't even know how much it means to me. I know it's hard for you, but…"
"Mhm. Ready?" He asked completely uninterested in what she was saying to him, noticing his stepsister behind her, she quickly put her trainers on her feet and nodded.
They moved to his car, which he opened remotely with his key, and settled comfortably in their seats, buckling their seatbelts. He turned on the engine and played a Guns N' Roses record, backing out of the driveway, neither of them speaking to each other as they drove.
He caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye as they stood at the traffic lights, looking at her dress, light, girly, revealing part of her thighs, on top of which she had thrown on a thick, short, light-coloured jumper fastened at the front with big buttons.
It seemed incredibly fluffy to him, from a distance he could sense that it smelled like a pleasant laundry softener.
He shuddered when a driver in the back honked at him, frustrated that he hadn't moved off despite the green light being on. He looked in the mirror, furious, driving off with a squeal of tyres.
"Fucking old prick. Where the fuck is he in such a hurry?" He growled more to himself than to her, but felt her glance back at him with a smile, twisting in her seat, hugging tighter her material backpack lying on her lap.
He felt odd about the fact that she hadn't spoken to him the whole way. For some reason he had a feeling she would flood him with questions about what had happened between them last night, or who he was, what he did for a living, if he had anyone.
He parked in front of her faculty without turning off the engine, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. Only then did she look at him, her eyes big, her gaze calm, her face gentle and full of some kind of gratitude and understanding.
"Thank you very much. Have a nice day." She said softly, warmly, and he swallowed loudly, looking at her with his jaw clenched.
"… you too."
He watched with indifference as she unbuckled her seatbelt and walked out, closing the door behind her, running towards a group of people, a couple of guys and one girl, hugging them one by one.
He licked his lower lip wondering if any of these boys had fucked her before him and rolled his eyes, deciding he didn't give a shit and drove off, not wanting to be late for his own classes.
He sat in the ancient history lectures thoughtfully, unable to concentrate on what his professor was talking about despite it being his favourite class.
He had already managed to get a few messages from Alys, she was asking him when they were going to meet again, sending him a picture of herself getting ready for work, saying that last night had been wonderful.
He stared at her messages with a blank stare, thinking only of the fact that he had been dating her for several months, and was only able to think about Criston's Cole's daughter.
About her warm, tender hands holding him close to her body, stroking his hair, neck and back with her soft fingers until he fell asleep while being still deep inside her.
He felt a sort of tightening in his pit, a discomfort, an unpleasant sense that something was wrong. He ran his hand over his face, sighing quietly, putting his phone aside and closing his eyes.
He didn't know himself what he thought of this relationship.
He felt that he had got into it because it was his way of taking revenge on his mother, because it allowed him to get physically off, to feel mature, to feel desired, to have somewhere to run to.
But now that his final revenge was done, now that he felt he had his mother and Criston in his grasp, that he had mentally regained control of the situation it all lost its meaning.
He felt nothing for her.
He wasn't even sure if he really liked her.
He felt some kind of shame and embarrassment at the thought that he had devoted months of his life to someone who was so indifferent to him, fucked her for hours like some kind of animal.
Looking at his stepsister, he felt empty, because she was full of everything - warmth, peace, understanding, joy, courage, humour.
Everything he was missing.
He decided to take a break from Alys for the time being and focus more on his studies, which he had neglected in recent months. He pretended not to listen at all if and when Criston's daughter came home, if she went out in the evening or not.
He noticed with interest that she had caught a close relationship with Daeron very quickly, being able to give him what he was unable to. She listened to his childish problems at school when they ate dinner and gave him advice as if he were an adult.
She was the only person besides Daeron he spoke to when he passed her or if they were at the table together. She usually asked him to hand her something, or asked if he would pour more water in the kettle so she could make herself a cup of tea too.
He was used to dropping a bag of Earl Grey into her dog's mug, and each time she looked at him gratefully when he handed it to her already poured with boiling water.
"Thank you."
He would sometimes see her sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV, texting with someone on her phone and involuntarily wonder if she was in love with some boy.
For some reason he felt discomfort at the thought, as if he had really stepped into the role of her older brother and wanted to know who she was talking to and where she was going out.
Of course, he would never dare to ask her about it and kept his frustration to himself.
She didn't impose on him or try to talk to him by force knowing it was pointless, something his mother and Criston couldn't comprehend, barraging him with questions he didn't feel like answering.
Some part of him was curious about her, about what she had read and what she had listened to, about what she thought about it all, what she thought about him.
From that day on, he drove her to her classes every morning even when his started much later just to be alone with her for those few minutes.
He once dared to put his hand on her thigh as they stood at the traffic lights, unable to contain himself any longer, stroking her soft, firm skin with his thumb.
He felt a shudder pass through her, felt her looking at him, but didn't dare reciprocate her gaze fearing what he would see in it.
Disgust, condemnation, mockery, sympathy.
He swallowed hard when he felt her fingers gently stroke the skin of his hand and did so until they reached the car park.
Only then did he look at her with an indifferent, cold stare hearing only the loud pounding of his heart in his ears.
She looked at him with that warm look of hers, the worry on her face coming from some kind of tenderness and affection.
He touched her cheek, her full lower lip, soft and shiny, and she parted it slightly. Driven by some strange, natural reflex, he slid his thumb deep between them, her pupils dilated, her flesh clenched on his finger, sucking it.
He felt it in his cock so hard that he flinched.
He pulled her to him by the nape of her neck in one sure movement, pressing his lips to hers in a wild, loud dance of tongues, teeth and saliva, she threw her arms around his neck, his fingers sliding into her soft hair.
His hand was already sliding down her body between her thighs when they both gasped and pulled away from each other, hearing someone approach the car beside them, he involuntarily licked his lips feeling her wonderfully sweet taste.
She looked at him with wide-open eyes, her breathing sped up and uneven, making the glass on her side steam up.
"See you at home. Have a good day." She mumbled warmly unbuckling her seatbelt and walked quickly out, closing the door behind her.
He ran his hands over his face and slammed the dashboard of his car with all his might, furious at himself for being so desperate.
He kept repeating to himself that this was only supposed to be one time, a simple fun, sweet revenge, but nothing more.
She was a good kid, she wasn't to blame for the situation between Criston and his mother, he didn't want to hurt her.
However, what he felt in his trousers told him exactly what he thought of her and what he wanted.
The worst part was that it didn't look like she was going to stand up to him if he came to her to take it.
He sighed heavily, recognising that they were both fucked up, though she was certainly less so than him.
At least she wasn't a fucking sociopath.
During his lectures, he realised that his mother had texted him a few weeks ago the phone number of Criston and his daughter in case he needed something from them, had to leave them the keys to their house or just wanted to contact them.
He knew that his mother and Criston had decided to take a weekend away to relax together from all that was going on, and Daeron had taken the opportunity to spend that time with his favourite friend.
He felt throbbing in his trousers at the thought that they would be staying home alone.
That they could fuck all night long if they wanted to.
He licked his lips, wondering with a pounding heart whether to show desperation, whether to text her or not.
Since he had her number, she had his too.
After a few hours of pondering, he gave up, deciding that he couldn't take it any longer, that he needed to talk to her, to make sure she was thinking about him too.
After all, it was impossible for what they had done to be completely normal and meaningless to her, wasn't it?
Once the decision was made, he felt some kind of excitement. He wrote her into his contacts as 'Little Sister 🐶' with a smile of amusement and after a while sent her a message with his heart beating fast.
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He shuddered when after a few minutes he saw the new notification on his phone, unsure if he wanted to read it, feeling horrified at the thought that she might have thought he was a pathetic little boy craving her attention.
He unlocked his screen after a moment and went into the messages with his heart beating fast and his throat clenched.
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He felt relieved at the thought that her answer was perfectly normal, without a trace of mockery or discomfort. For some reason, the fact that she answered him pleasantly flushed his ego.
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He stared at his screen with his heart beating hard, tapping the side of his cheek with the tip of his tongue, feeling the heat in his lower abdomen at the thought that he might be able to spend the night with her again.
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Although he hadn't been home for dinner for weeks, this time he appeared back straight after class, startling his mother, who looked out to him from the kitchen.
"Aemond! I thought it was Criston. How good you are here, will you eat with us before we leave?" She asked softly and he shook his head, taking an apple from the bowl on the table in his hand, running up the stairs and locking himself in his room.
He didn't feel like sitting there looking at his face.
He heard the sound of the front door opening, the voices of Criston and his daughter, from which a shudder went through him. He felt excitement and some kind of anticipation.
He was browsing the internet on his phone, eating the fruit he had brought with him with a loud crunch of flesh, when suddenly Alys started calling him.
He stared at the incoming call from her chewing slowly, wondering if he should pick up and think of something quick, say he felt bad or just admit that it all made no sense.
He did nothing feeling his heart pounding and sighed heavily when he got a text message from her a minute later.
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He decided that keeping her in the dark was cruel even for him, so he decided to write her back.
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He sent her a reply, sighing loudly, and rolled his eyes when the message from her popped up practically immediately.
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He pressed his lips together feeling an unpleasant tightening in his chest, he was sick to his stomach at the thought that they might be getting back together again, but it wasn't her fault.
It was him.
All he had left was shame.
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He wrote back quickly and blocked her number so that she could no longer send him any messages or call him.
He thought that only this would make her realize that he was serious.
He shuddered when he got another notification of a new message and thought she had written to him from another number, but was surprised to see that someone else wrote to him.
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He got up immediately, walking out of his room, running lightly down the stairs, seeing her searching for something on his TV with the remote, probably looking for a movie already. She was wearing a top with characters from The Lion King and shorts, her hair loose, pretty and shiny, its dark curls falling over her shoulders.
"If we start now, we might be finished by five in the morning." She said with amusement and nodded at the table top. "If you want, unwrap the crisps and put them in the bowl. Shall I spread out the sofa so we can lie down comfortably?"
She asked, looking at him questioningly, getting up from her seat. He nodded, opening packet after packet, pouring their contents into plastic bowls, trying not to think about her naked stomach, her nice long legs and the fact that she wasn't wearing a fucking bra.
They brought a couple of glasses, bottles of drinks and bowls of crisps close to each other and spread out comfortably, covering themselves with blankets and laying their heads on the big soft pillows she had apparently brought for them from upstairs.
They watched the first fifteen minutes focusedly, paying amused attention to scenes that had become memes. He pressed his lips together when he felt her lay her head on his shoulder, her hands embracing his arm, he could smell the pleasant scent of her shampoo.
He took a loud sip from his glass, trying not to think about the fact that he had been completely hard for about half an hour, that he felt like he was about to go fucking crazy because of her.
His hand under the blanket involuntarily slid down to her bare legs, running it up her knee, he felt her flinch, but instead of moving away she pulled closer to him.
He bit his lower lip feeling his heart pounding hard as his fingers slid between her thighs, teasing her through the material of her shorts in slow, circular motions.
He felt her press her body tighter against his shoulder, her hips began to move to the rhythm of his hand, a quiet, blissful sigh escaping her lips that told him everything.
He pressed his lips together holding back a groan of surprise as her small hand slid down to the bulge in his trousers, her fingers began to press against him, massaging him up and down in a calm, slow motion.
He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling that he was terribly hot, the dialogue from the film seemed to him to be just background and he had completely lost interest in it.
He looked up at her with his lips slightly parted as she rose and with a light, sure movement pulled her top off over her head. He immediately reached to the belt buckle of his trousers to undo it when she took off her shorts and underwear, no sign of shame or embarrassment on her face, only shy smile.
She sat on top of him without hesitation as soon as he slipped his boxers down a little, stroking his scarred cheek with her warm fingers, placing her other hand on his shoulder to keep her balance.
He guided his swollen cock, throbbing with impatience, to her entrance and licked his lips, dry with desire, feeling that she was already all wet. She slid him deep inside her with ease, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
He groaned low and tilted his head back, panting along with her as she began to rise and fall on top of him, stretching her fleshy, hot walls with his length, feeling how wonderfully tight she was, how loudly her naked body slapped against his.
"− fuck, little one −" He gasped helplessly, desperate, with sure thrusts impaling her on himself. She mewled sweetly, her hands slid under the material of his black Tshirt and brushed across his naked chest, making him shiver.
He ran his hands over her buttocks, her back, her waist, wanting to savour the feel of her bare skin under his fingers, until finally he grasped her soft, firm breasts in his hands, teasing her hard nipples with his thumbs.
She gasped as she felt it, her walls clenching against him making them both sigh helplessly, speeding up. She slid her hand into his hair and kissed him, her lips so warm, her tongue so wonderfully moist, that he purred loudly into her mouth.
"− it seems you have missed me, big brother −" She cooed warmly, innocently, stroking his neck, hair and cheeks, looking at her so closely he could see how pink, puffy and glistening her lips were.
He felt his cock throb hard at her words and began to thrust it into her faster, clamping his hands on her waist and on the back of her neck, sitting up so that her whole body was pressed against his, his face at the level of her chin.
"− me? − you're fucking leaking, kid −" He scoffed with a grimace of amusement, moving inside her more aggressively, forcing her body to fit all of him in, deliberately sliding into her with lewd, loud click of her moisture, a pathetic whine escaping her lips.
"− look what you did to your big brother − how fucking hard he is because of you − have you no shame? −" He hissed and she sobbed with an expression on her face as if she was very sorry to have disappointed him, her lips parted slightly, a moan escaping from them each time his thighs slapped against her buttocks again, her breasts bouncing lightly.
"− I didn't mean to −" She mumbled with difficulty, embracing him with her arms, she gasped and moaned when he pressed her against him and grabbed her breast in his mouth, sucking and licking her nipple for a moment, releasing it with a loud click.
"− you didn't mean to? − putting on that fucking slutty top without a bra? −" He growled and bit her neck, she sobbed and whined loudly, clenching her fingers painfully tight on his back and hair, letting him fuck her as fast and hard as he wanted.
"− I'm − I'm sorry −" She mewled as if she really felt guilty, cuddling her face into his temple, trailing her warm, puffy mouth over his cheek until their lips clung to each other again in a greedy, sticky kiss, his hips stretching her insides apart with quick, sure, deep thrusts.
"− you need to be taught a lesson, hm? − you need to be fucked more often so you'll behave properly −" He exhaled and she nodded her head as if she dreamt of nothing else, their lips and tongues rubbing and brushing against each other in moist, dirty kisses, he could feel her walls clenching against him faster and faster, they were both on the edge.
"− yes − yes, yes, please, oh-fuck −" She mumbled and tilted her head back with her mouth parted wide as her body trembled in strong orgasm. She tried to push him away, moaning loudly, but he held her close, fucking her brutally through her peak until he came inside her with a loud sigh of pleasure, his warm semen filling her insides.
"− that's it − take it − take your brother's cum like a good girl −" He breathed out into her mouth, with thrusts of his hips pushing his seed deep inside her, her hands stroking his hair and back, their bodies all sweaty and hot.
He fell backwards, leaning back against his pillow, laying with her in a semi-prone position, breathing loudly as she did, their fingers trailing over their bodies as if they were blind and wanted to remember what they had done with senses other than sight.
"− fuck − oh God −" He gasped, completely relaxed and satisfied, lazily opening his eyes, looking at the screen again, noticing that by some miracle the action had moved to Rivendell.
They both inhaled loudly when the light in the driveway turned on, and after a moment they heard the sound of a key turning in the lock.
They looked at each other in horror, his stepsister quickly got up from him with a loud splat of his cock against his stomach, grabbing her underwear, shorts and top.
He stood up zipping up his trousers, wanting to give her a bit more time occupying whoever came in, fixing his hair in the mirror and suddenly Daeron walked in, all weepy. He swallowed loudly in relief, looking at him in disbelief.
"What happened?" He asked, trying to hide the tremor in his voice and the loud pounding of his heart. Daeron shrugged his shoulders.
"Nothing. Thomas is not as nice as I thought. He only gave me his worst toys to play with and we only played the games he likes." He mumbled pulling off his shoes. He licked his lips, glancing quickly over his shoulder, hearing the rustling of the fabric, looking back at him.
"And what are you doing? Watching The Lord of the Rings?" He asked curiously, apparently hearing the dialogues, going deeper, he wanted to stop him and went after him, but their stepsister was already sitting on the blanket, dressed as before, only slightly more red, scared and smiling at the same time.
"Hi. Yes, we are watching The Fellowship of the Ring. Do you want to join in?" She asked softly and he nodded wiping his cheeks, pulling his backpack off his back and laying down next to her, taking a handful of crisps in his hand.
"I'm going to go to the toilet for a while, you keep watching." She mumbled, and he led her away with an amused look, thinking only of the fact that, sure enough, his semen was just running down her thighs.
She came back after a few minutes and lay down between him and Daeron, slipping under the blanket, his hand immediately going to her thigh. He felt her flinch and swallow loudly, her fingers slid down to gently stroke his bare skin.
They gave up after watching the second part, deciding that they would finish together the next day, and covered themselves with a shared blanket, with the other enveloping Daeron, who had already fallen asleep a few hours earlier.
He embraced her from behind, deciding that he didn't give a shit if his brother woke up and saw it, or if he told their parents about it.
All he was focused on was the pleasant warmth of her body and the smell of her hair, his nose pressed into the hollow of her neck, her fingers entwined with his.
"− wanna be my girlfriend? −" He hummed softly into her ear, just thinking about how both wonderful and fucked up this vision of a relationship was.
She nodded silently, wrapping herself more tightly with his arms, pressing her back and buttocks against his body, he could feel that she was smiling. He murmured contentedly and snuggled into her closing his eyes, finally falling asleep.
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hotxcheeto · 8 months
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Hi hi !
Can you please write a vi x female reader where vi always cooks for her and the reader wants to reward her while she’s cooking if you know what I mean ? 😇😏
━ 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄
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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x Fem!Reader
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Smut, v fingering ( vi receiving ), kisses? ig, mentions of being really exhausted/tired/overworked, top!reader, bottom!vi
𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope
𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - short and sweet, didn't really know how else to add to it lol, ty sm!!
REBLOG MY WORK! I WORK HARD & IT'S APPRECIATED!!
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It smelt so good the moment you stepped through the threshold of your home. A sigh subconsciously leaving your mouth while you shut the door and began slipping off your shoes feeling the relief almost immediately.
You'd been working more than you had in a long time, more than Vi had in the past few months leaving her to watch after the home while you spent long days making money.
Then you'd waddle in exhausted at the very end of the day, sometimes too sleepy to even eat a snack or shower leaving her to wake up extra early to make you breakfast and give you a shoulder massage while you ate.
She was always a gem when you'd get back, taking care of you and making sure you were comfy to sleep over giving you a bath when you were just too tired to wash your own body.
God you were so deprived of actual conversation you wondered how she felt after having to care for you for so long. Thankfully though, for the next few long while you wouldn't have to work to get paid since an accident had happened fucking you over big time.
Working on the upside had it's benefits, mostly due to the fact that half the things were illegal and they'd do anything to keep you quiet.
Fuck it, vacation time.
"Hey pretty girl." You rounded the corner, grinning at the sound of her voice making Vi smile at your lopsided expression. "Hi Vi."
God she looked so good standing at the stove in her tank top and sweats, her muscles flexing while she gripped the spoon in her hand.
You wanted nothing more than to hug her, wrapping your arms around her torso, burying your face into her back as she moved while stirring something on the stove. Her other hand shifting to rest on your wrist while humming.
"Go take a shower, I got this." She must've been so lonely in the past while when you worked. Your nails running over her abdomen while you sat in deep though about how much touch she's missed.
"Hm." Was all she heard you say, eyes flickering down when your fingertips moved to the band of her sweatpants. "I miss you." Spoken in a non-past tense it was surprising for her, her want suddenly coming rushing to the forefront of everything.
You could hear her breathing quietly hitch, trying not to give it away by coughing directly after. Though, it was a bit more obvious then she or you were ready to admit.
"You miss me?" You questioned, fiddling with the very top of her boxers that stuck out from her pants. "Yeah, of course I did." You kissed her bicep, sneaking your hand just the slightest lower.
"How much longer with the food?" You asked, slipping into her layers and running your hand over her lower belly. "A while, that's why I said to-" You went lower, catching her off guard and stealing away her breath along with the rest of her sentence.
"I'll be quick, I promise." You inched just a little bit closer to her slit, waiting for her nod of approval which didn't take long to come.
Her head moved and so did your hand, fingertip running tiny circles around her bundle of nerves making her let out a small noise. It had been so long for the both of you, you had been enjoying just watching her subtle reactions as you moved.
The way it got harder and harder to focus on cooking, it would be okay to stop stirring for a few moments, right? She decided yes when you moved faster, moving down to tease her hole before moving back up. Going back and forth between these two motions.
"Fuck Y/n..." She held the counter as to not burn herself, her face hot from both the steam and your movements. "Don't stop..."
"M'not gonna." You sang, picking up your pace.
She was so close already, after not having been touched it was like a cliff was asking for her to fall off. Choking back something you could compare to a moan while her legs shook in place. It was hard to even stand as you worked her over the edge, enjoying her trying to swallow her whimpers.
She was so fucking close, you just needn't stop and she'd come right there and then. All thoughts other than you were abandoned, and a low groan trickled from her throat, hips grinding towards your fingers.
Her orgasm washed over her before she got a moment to tell you, not that you hadn't noticed. Smiling and kissing her arm a few times while fingering her through her climax.
"Holy shit, cupcake." Vi breathed, grabbing the spoon while half stirring whatever she was making, the rest of her attention elsewhere. "Don't burn the food Vi.." You sang in response, turning around and beginning to walk away.
"Where you going?" She sounded disappointed, watching you waltz your way to the bathroom.
"I gotta shower, remember?"
"Of course."
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swiftieblyth · 14 days
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I love your writing!! May I please request a fic with George Weasley and his pregnant muggle wife? George and his family doting on her and it’s super sweet and adorable? Reader being besties with Fred lol 💖
More Weasley’s
warnings- pregnancy, fluff
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George!” You yelled, from bed, hands running along your ever growing bump, the twins kicking you in all directions.
“What is it love?” George asked, running in.
“Help me up. I’m too big to move!” You pouted.
It wasn’t exactly wrong. You were nearing the end of your pregnancy caring Weasley Twins.
“Okay, darling,” George let out, going to your side and helping you up. “Do you need anything?”
“Rub my back!” You ordered. George smiled and started kneading his way through the knots in your back. You sighed and relaxed a little. “Thank you Georgie!”
“Of course darling. Do you need anything before we go to my parents?”
“No. I’ll need help getting ready though.”
“Of course my love, let’s get you three some breakfast first though.”
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You were standing at the sink, trying to get your dress on but failing to do so, ending up with a terrible cramp in your back and much more discomfort from the babies inside.
“Darling, what’s wrong?” George asked, walking in to see you crying.
“I can’t get my dress on.”
“Oh, it’s okay baby. I’ve got it.” George helped you put your dress on, then crouched down, cradling your bump in his hands. “Hey babies. It’s Daddy, I need you to stop making Muma cry. I hate when she cries.”
“I love you Georgie,” you breathed, racking your figures through his red hair.
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“We’re here!” George called, opening the door to the Burrow, helping you walk in.
“Oh there they are!” Mrs. Weasley let out, walking to you too.
“Hi, Mum,” George smiled, hugging her.
“Hi, Y/N,” she smiled, carefully hugging you. “How are you?”
“Good but exhausted.” You smiled.
“Why don’t you go sit down, dearie, we’re just finishing up dinner, but everyone else is in the living room.”
“Thank you.” You smiled, as George helped you to the living room. He helped you down on the couch, making you let out a sigh as George sat down next to you.
“Any signs of my niece and nephew coming yet?” Fred asked, exited for them to be there.
“Not yet, Fred.” George let out, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and putting his other hand on your bump next to your hands.
“But if you keep pestering me about it they might,” you remarked, looking at your best friend.
“What? I’m just ready to see the next generations Weasley twins.”
“Oh no. They might be Weasley twins, but they will not be going around pranking people all the time!” You scolded.
“You don’t know that Y/N/N,” Fred sing sung. “They could be just like me and Georgie.”
“That would be a nightmare.” You recalled. “I never had to deal with you two as babies. Dad, how bad were Fred and George as babies?”
“Well,” Arthur started. “Um, about how you would think.”
“Oh great.” You sighed.
“Don’t worry love.” George cooed, kissing your temple. “I’ll be right here to help.”
“I love you.”
“Diner’s ready!” Mrs. Weasley called.
You sighed as everyone got up and went the dining room.
“Come her, darling, I’ve got you.” George cooed, helping you up.
You grunted in discomfort as babies shifted, fighting each other and hitting you in the process. You got light headed and leaned on George. Head resting on his shoulder, hands rubbing your swollen abdomen.
“You dizzy?” George asked, kissing your head.
“Mm,” you hummed. “Light headed.”
“Let’s get you some food.”
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“So, Y/N,” Ginny smiled, as you ate. “Are you excited for the twins?”
“Yes! I can’t wait to get them out of me.” You smiled, looking at your bump. “I just hope they have the signature Weasley red hair.”
“I’m sure they will, dearie.” Molly smiled.
“Thanks, Mum.” You replied.
“When they are born, Molly and I will be more than happy to look after them when ever you two need us to.”
“Thank you, Dad.” George smiled, running his hand along the bump, calming the babies down. “Once they’re born, Fred said he wouldn’t mind taking care of the shop, so I can stay at the hospital with Y/N. Then once they’re all three home, I’ll stay home and take care of them.”
“And of course you can all visit when they come.” You smiled, finished your food, and resting your head on George’s shoulder. A content smile on your face.
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invivoinsomnium · 2 years
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Surrogate
Title: Surrogate Summary: If only she had known what agreeing to being a surrogate actually meant carrying. Content Warning: Pregnancy; birth; swearing; references to non human/altered pregnancy Rating: 18+ (For content/subject matter)  All characters are 18+
Money; no matter what anyone says it’s a big motivator. It was the reason Cassandra Morrison found herself in her current situation, after accumulating not only student debt but unpaid bills; Cassandra was in desperate need of financial aid which was why she answered an online ad to become a surrogate. It wasn’t because she wanted to know the joys of pregnancy, Cassandra didn’t hold a maternal bone in her body and it certainly wasn’t because she wanted to help a couple unable to conceive; it was because all medical expenses would be paid and she’d also receive a six figure cheque upon delivery of the baby.
She’d had doubts of course, hearing the medical jargon of what was going to happen and seeing the amount of paperwork she needed to sign had certainly begun to deter her, so much in so, she actually tried to leave but the doctor in charge had had a silver tongue and before Cassandra could refuse her name was signed and she was being handed a bottle of pills and a schedule of when she needed to report for testing and fertility treatments.
Cassandra was now beginning to wish she’d left the office, she should have filed for bankruptcy or swallowed her pride and begged her parents for help, there were always other options.
At first everything had gone well; it only took one round of IVF for the embryo to take and she didn’t suffer with morning sickness or weird cravings but then things changed. In the second month she was hit with horrendous bouts of nausea and even when she hit the third trimester they didn’t let up. Her skin became itchy, even the slightest brush of fabric had her riving, numerous parts of her anatomy swelled, she couldn’t go an hour without using the bathroom because the little parasite thought her bladder was a football. If she moved at all she suffered with dizziness, everything she ate needed to be constantly monitored even though she wanted to stuff her face with chips and ice cream. In fact the only thing Cassandra enjoyed about the pregnancy was the fact her breasts were now a size bigger although she greatly disliked the tenderness, blue veins and the fact she was changing her shirts twice a day due to expressing.
‘Never again,’ Cassandra promised herself as she shifted on the bed to try and make herself comfortable. Once this was all over with, she was going to get her normal physique back and apply to whatever jobs she could find. “Oh god,” she groaned as the familiar pain of a contraction began in her lower abdomen, “make this stop,” she huffed out as she curled around her swollen abdomen. She gripped the sheet beneath her so tightly there was a good possibility she would rip a hole into it. No amount of money was worth this. “You’re doing well,” Doctor Lopez commented looking up from the woman’s spread legs, “Just keep breathing through the pain. I know you may want to push but you can’t, it won’t help until you’re cervix is fully dilated. You could hurt the baby and yourself,” she added noticing the way the labouring woman tended to hold her breath and flex her muscles with the contractions as if by some miracle a single push would bring this all to an end. “I can’t help it, it hurts too much” Cassandra whined as the doctors assistant looked over the monitors, “Can’t you give me something for the pain?” She hated how pitiful her voice sounded but she didn’t think she could last much longer, not with the way the pain was gradually building along with the pressure. Her contractions were almost on top of one another giving her little time to relax and think and she barely felt as if any progress was being made. “You know the conditions of the contract, Cassandra,” Doctor Lopez said firmly, talking above the woman as she shrieked in pain with the newest contraction, hand splaying against her belly as if she feared the baby may burst out of her stomach. If not for the fact the good Doctor needed the woman awake and alert she would have sedated her until it was time to push; then again who knew what effects the drugs would have on the infant she carried, this was all trial and error and so far Cassandra had progressed further than any of the other women.
Cassandra gritted her teeth in both annoyance and pain as she tried to alleviate the pressure by raising her hips. That contract had been the bane of her existence these past nine months; mainly because it stated all the things she couldn’t have. Apparently, the parents wanted an all-natural birth without the aid of epidurals or anything else that may numb the pain. It also clearly stated what she should eat, how much exercise she should have and ordered her to abstain from sex. The contract all demanded she stayed in a home especially set up for her and attended appointments with Doctor Lopez three times every month though that became more as the pregnancy progressed, they wanted to ensure everything was progressing correctly.
“just get this fucking thing out of me, please,” Cassandra snapped, “I can’t take it anymore. I’ll have a scar. Cut it out of me. Just make this end.”
“Cassandra you need to calm down, getting worked up is bad for both of you,” Doctor Lopez scolded,
“calm down…nnnghhh…how can I calm down when-ohhh ohh,” the pressure inside of her was building, getting so much worse, she could barely focus on anything else but the sensation. Cassandra’s eyes widen as a soft popping noise was heard, the spot beneath her backside becoming wet, was that her- “That’s the rupturing of the membranes,” Doctor Lopez explained, “means things are going to start moving a long a little faster.” “I don’t care,” Cassandra growled, “Just tell me how long this is going to take.” “That I can’t tell you,” Doctor Lopez replied, “Every birth is different and as I explained during the ultrasounds, this little one isn’t quite so little.” She moved her hands over Cassandra’s belly; it was firm to the touch, contractions causing it to dip in at the sides, “Do as we discussed in your exams and imagine yourself opening up while trying to relax. Remember to breath and don’t exert your energy, you’ll need it for when the real work begins.”
Doctor Amanda Lopez was surprise with how sincere she sounded as she spoke; if she was honest no amount of visualisation was going to help Cassandra with the delivery, ‘silly woman,’ she thought; too lost in her own thoughts she didn’t even realise the truth. Yes, Cassandra was acting as a surrogate, but it was to Doctor Lopez’s own creation; a new generation, one that would hold no flaws. “This is good,” Doctor Lopez announced as she once again knelt between Cassandra’s open legs, two fingers moving to check her dilation, “The head is now engaged and you’re almost fully dilated. I think we can move you to the delivery room now.” Cassandra couldn’t help but sign in relief, soon this would all be a distant memory. Doctor Lopez and her assistant removed the sensor pads from Cassandra before helping the labouring woman into a wheelchair and escorted her to the delivery room which had been set up just for her. Upon entering the room, Cassandra couldn’t help but frown, she had expected something warm and inviting instead it was cold and clinical with a leather green bed situated in the centre.
“Well, this is cosy,” she commented as she was helped into the bed by the assistant while Doctor Lopez situated her legs into the stirrups, lifting her head up Cassandra quickly scanned the room, “Where are the…huff... parents?” she asked, “don’t they…huff…want to witness this…huff…moment?” Her contractions were coming quicker now and their intensity were leaving her breathless, red faced and sweating. “They’re in the waiting room,” Doctor Lopez explained snapping on a new pair of gloves, “the wife can be quite squeamish, so they both thought it best to wait until the birth was completed,” once more Cassandra felt the intrusion of Doctor Lopez’s fingers, only this time when she withdrew them the doctor was smiling, “good news, you’re at ten centimetres,” she announced, “we can start pushing, so let’s forget everything else and just focus on delivering the baby.”
We? Cassandra didn’t see the doctor lying in the bed with her legs spread wide and lower half on full display. Neither was she suffering through contractions that felt as if her belly was being used as a stress ball. Nor was she about to try and push out something size of a watermelon out of her body. Cassandra was doing all that.
“Okay Cassandra, you’ve got another contraction coming, big push now,” Doctor Lopez instructed. The labouring woman didn’t need to be told  already she could feel the familiarity of a contraction as her muscles tighten. She leaned forward, teeth gritted, knuckles turning white as she gripped the bars of the bed and bore down. She had hoped that one push would be enough to bring the birth to an end, unfortunately, the offspring had other plans and quite enjoyed staying where they were.
“That’s alright,” Doctor Lopez reassured her, “Let’s just try pushing a little harder.” She placed her hands on Cassandra’s thighs and pushed them wider apart. Cassandra groaned low in her throat as she felt herself being widen in order to ease the journey of the offspring. It wasn’t long before another contraction was upon her, this time she felt her cervix stretching over the head as some progress was finally made. “Come on,” Doctor Lopez urged becoming impatient. She was beginning to think she should have had a caesarean section as the birth of choice, at least then it wouldn’t take too long and she wouldn’t have to listen to Cassandra whine.
‘Maybe next time,’ she noted mentally.
“I can’t,” Cassandra protested, “It’s too large.” “Yes you can, now push,” Doctor Lopez ordered. Unable to do anything but follow the Doctor’s orders Cassandra began to push once more. She tried to tell herself that she would forget the pain when it was all over, that she was blessing a family with the child. However, the only thing she could focus on was the pain of the unnatural stretch. Screw all her previous thoughts and positive affirmation, she wanted this thing out of her now, she wanted to be at home in her warm bed and not screaming life into the world.
“Breath Cassandra,” the doctor instructed.
“Hoo hoo,” Cassandra obeyed, cheeks hollowing in and out.
“Good, now deep breath in and push until I tell you to stop,”
It took a few more pushes but finally the genetically engineered offspring cleared her cervix and began to slowly make its way down the birth canal. The effort to get this far was exhausting but there was no turning back now. Another scream tore from Cassandra’s throat as the offspring pushed past her pubic bone and she swore she could feel bone rub again bone. The large head came to rest behind her lips “That’s it,” Doctor Lopez cheered in excitement, “You’re starting to bulge. Another big push for me, let’s see if we can get this baby crowning.” “Nnnggghhhh,” Cassandra grunted digging her chin into her chest and leaning forward once again as she bore down holding the push for as long as possible. The tendons on her neck straining as her skin began to turn red with exertion, but the offspring just didn’t seem to want to move. Doctor Lopez let out a disappointing tut. “Laura,” Doctor Lopez called to her assistant, “I require your help. I need you to apply abdominal pressure during Miss Morrison’s next contraction,” she instructed. “What! No, she doesn’t need to do that,” Cassandra protested shaking her head as the assistant move to the top of the bed, “I can push, I don’t need help.” She felt the assistant’s palms rest upon the top of her belly; weakly Cassandra tried to push them off but to no avail, the exertion of labour was taking its toll in her.
“Stop being a child,” Doctor Lopez scolded, “This will help,” she looked up at her assistant and nodded, “PUSH.”
The assistant began pressing down on Cassandra's belly, the young woman screamed in pain as the pressure forced the offspring to crown in a rush of fluids; the sudden crown also caused her to tear in the process as her body was pushed to its limits, unprepared for the size. Despite her screaming, neither the Doctor or her assistant stopped until the head was fully out and in no position to slip back inside. “That’s it, stop,” Doctor Lopez instructed cradling the offspring’s skull. The assistant removed her hand from Cassandra’s belly and placed them upon her shoulders in order to keep her pressed against the bed; not that it took much effort the labouring woman was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, it was the pain that kept her aware of what was happening, ‘Such a lovely creature,’The Doctor amused silently, ‘So large and healthy. A success in every sense of the word.’ Cassandra groaned, twisting beneath the assistants grasp as she felt the rotation, the shoulders preparing to slide out of her sore opening.
“Cassandra, I need you to just breath through these contractions, don’t push until I’ve got the shoulders free,” the doctor ordered.
“It hurts, I need to push,” Cassandra whined.
“Just breathe.”
“Nnnngh,” Cassandra grunted, barely having time to breath as she felt one shoulder pop free and then the second.
“Good. Now I need one more big push from you and then this is all over,” Doctor Lopez announced. “I can’t...” Angelique protested weakly, she felt exhausted, the medical gown was sticking uncomfortably to her body along with her hair, she pd gone from aching to sore and her skin was flushed red with exhaustion. “Nonsense,” Doctor Lopez scoffed, “you push and I’ll tug.” As another contraction began Cassandra bore down with the remainder of her strength. Carefully, Doctor Lopez guided the offspring into the world making sure Cassandra didn’t see it; she had enough of hearing the young woman screaming. “Scissors,” she instructed and with skilled hands she cut the umbilical cord severing the connection between surrogate and creation. She’d finally done it, Doctor Amanda Lopez had finally brought the new generation into the world. After admiring her new son for a few minutes the Doctor handed the offspring off to the assistant so it could be taken to the examination room. “You did well, Cassandra,” Doctor Lopez praised placing a hand on the woman’s exposed abdomen and gently massaging it, “Don’t worry,” she said seeing the fear in the young woman’s eyes as she felt the muscles contracting, “that’s just the placenta.” Once Cassandra had expelled the placenta the assistant returned to the room. Quietly she moved towards Cassandra while Doctor Lopez got the instruments ready to repair the damage done during the birth; if anything the doctor knew how to take care of her surrogates. “What’s going on?” Cassandra demanded as the nurse placed a mask over her face; a sweet scent invading her nostrils. She also felt the top of her medical gown being pulled downwards and something being placed over her breasts which was quickly followed was by a tugging sensation; Cassandra tried to lift her arms to fight but her body felt heavy and unresponsive. “Just relax,” the Doctor hummed softly her voice taking on a hypnotic tone, “You won’t remember this when you wake...” the Doctor’s voice seemed to get further away as she continued to speak, “Which means, we can do this all over again.”
Before Cassandra’s world slipped in darkness she saw the blurred shape of the doctor filling a syringe with something.
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The Earth is Online Chapter 15.2
Everyone had just seen the big match’s attack power.
Seeing the little girl take a match out of nowhere, everyone was completely startled. Tang Mo was even more surprised and for a moment didn’t react. This match and Tang Mo’s match looked exactly the same. If it really was Tang Mo’s match, then this match could hit the big mole back two steps. Its attack power wasn’t something that they could counter.
The cook was totally unaware of the big match’s power since he had already passed out at that time. He watched the little girl come charging at him and subconsciously went to catch the match while simultaneously slamming a fist toward the little girl’s abdomen. But his hand had not yet met the little girl’s clothing when, with a booming sound, the match slammed down onto the top of his head.
“Thump!” A divot was smashed into the cook’s skull. Blood steadily flowed.
This scene was incomparably familiar. Tang Mo had previously used a similar method to accidentally kill the thief Qian Sankun.
But the cook didn’t immediately die. He collapsed in pain. Soon after, blood flowed over his face. His body twitched and the little girl immediately swung the match, again wanting to slam it down. Unexpectedly, a black shadow quickly leaped over and grabbed hold of her big match.
The big mole’s sharp claw firmly grabbed onto the big match. It was unable to hide its excitement. “Mosaic’s match? A delicious match? Ah, Black Tower, why are you so good to me today? Once again, giving me a second…”
“Snap!”
The big mole’s claw gripped tight and, before it was finished speaking, that match was broken. The match head fell to the ground.
The big mole was suddenly dumb-founded. It blinked its small eyes, looking stupidly at the match that had been broken into two, like it was a character in a cartoon that had been paused.
“No! How could Mosaic’s match be so easily broken? This isn’t Mosaic’s match! You cheated me!”
A thread of cruelty flashed through the big mole’s eyes. With a swish, it twisted its head and looked at the little girl.
The little girl’s complexion was pale and she tottered backward several steps. The big mole gave a shriek and, fast as lightning, slapped a paw onto the little girl’s head.
“Ah!”
Lin Qiao’s complexion was frightened and pale. She sank paralyzed to the dirt and turned her head, not daring to take a look.
The cook fell to the ground and it was unclear if he was dead or alive.
Li Wen and Li Bin also couldn’t watch this scene. Just like Lin Qiao, they twisted their heads so that they weren’t looking.
Tang Mo surprisingly took a few unguarded glances. [1] He quickly turned his head and saw from the corner of his eye that Luo Fengcheng was actually watching without blinking, his brows locked tight. He seemed to be considering something.
He walked to the cook’s side and checked to see if the cook was breathing. After a silent moment, he turned his head to say, “He’s dead.”
The expressions of Li Wen and the two others changed.
They hadn’t imagined that the cook would actually be smashed to death with a match by a little girl.
The big mole condescendingly said, “This fake Mosaic's match is really no good. If it was the real match, he would have definitely died the instant it struck him. This cheater’s thing only has two tenths of the original’s quality. But her ability is actually quite interesting. It can copy any item that was seen in the last twenty-four hours, limited to twice a day. What a pity, the ability grade is too low and can only copy a few useless small things. Mosaic’s match can’t really be copied.”
Tang Mo said, “You know her ability?”
As if it were obvious, the big mole said, “I ate her, so the Black Tower naturally told me about her ability. This stinky stowaway. If she could really copy Mosaic’s match well, I might think about not eating her. She can copy a match for me every day!”
Luo Fengcheng said, “So her ability was like this. That flashlight makes sense. All of a sudden, she came to a dark environment. Her first thought was certainly to light it up. She happened to have seen a flashlight in the last twenty-four hours and just copied it.”
Tang Mo nodded his head in agreement.
From the beginning, Tang Mo had been most suspicious of Peng Yu Wen.
Before they had been pulled into this tower attack game, it had been daytime. Why was that little girl carrying a flashlight in broad daylight? Even if she really had been holding a flashlight in her hand and had also taken it when she entered the game, they had slid down that long tunnel and their bodies were randomly knocked around non-stop. Tang Mo had been bumped about until he was dizzy, but a little girl could actually still firmly hold a flashlight without it being sent flying?
That didn’t make sense.
[Ding dong! Ding dong! Completed the second side mission: Find that damn stowaway.]
When the melodious childlike voice sounded, Tang Mo inexplicably felt that it seemed a bit happy. Was it because a stowaway had been killed?
Tang Mo, however, had none of the happiness of winning a game. He was quietly looking at the two pools of blood on the ground.
Tang Mo raised his head and said, “You just said that Mosaic’s match is amazing. Is it really so amazing?”
The big mole gave a giggling laugh. “Of course. It’s both hard and solid and, most importantly, can roast a very delicious turkey…hic…” It had just eaten a turkey and a stowaway, and the big mole’s mood was clearly pretty good. It rubbed its head. “Oh, right, taking your match to roast a bird was really not good of me. Then, like this… How about I give you a turkey egg?”
The big mole began to dig in the dirt, quickly and effortlessly digging a big hole, revealing innumerable white turkey eggs.
“You humans are unable to hatch a turkey, but turkey eggs are also very delicious. I’ll reluctantly…” The big mole took a completely ordinary white egg out of the countless turkey eggs. It shut both its eyes and begrudgingly passed it to Tang Mo. “Here, take this egg to eat, okay. Don’t say I’m stingy. Uncle Mole is the cutest and most kind-hearted little animal in the Underground City.”
Tang Mo: “...”
[Ding dong! Obtained a side mission reward - a giant turkey egg!]
Taking the white turkey egg, Tang Mo noticed that the mole’s fur was even shinier and that the build of its body also seemed a bit bigger.
Don’t tell me that eating a stowaway could really increase strength?
But there seemed to be a bit of pitch black mist on the side of the mole’s skull. When Tang Mo looked at it, that mist suddenly disappeared. He had probably seen it wrong.
Li Wen said, “Ah? Then do we get a turkey egg? We also helped you roast the bird…hic, we at least helped you find the stowaway, right? Is there a reward?”
The big mole disdainfully glanced at Li Wen and laughed sinisterly. “Reward? There is, ah.”
The big mole twisted its body and stuck is butt out. With a rumbling sound, it let out an incomparably strange smelling, incomparably strange sounding fart.
“Your reward is a fart!”
Everyone: “...”
Tang Mo, who had been accidentally implicated: “..."
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Character Refresher:
Li Bin (李彬), 29, male, works at a PR firm.
Peng Yu Wen (彭玉雯), 18/15, female, first year of university/a fifteen year old. Schrodinger's underage murderer.
Tang Mo (唐陌), 23, male, librarian. Our protagonist! :D
Li Wen (黎文), 25, male, unemployed. A foolishly sweet second generation.
Lin Qiao (林巧), 20, female, university student, Gamer.
Zhao Xiang (赵翔), 32, male, former chef.
Luo Fengcheng (洛风城), 28, Black Tower researcher, wears glasses and looks refined.
Uncle Mole (鼹鼠叔叔), a cute mole! ^_^
Translation Notes:
[1] 唐陌倒是没有防备地多看了几眼 - I’m not entirely sure I translated it clearly, but the meaning is that he watched for a bit longer than the others and then (it’s implied) couldn’t stand to watch anymore. Only Luo Fengcheng watched the whole time.
Only one footnote this time… that’s weird… it feels wrong… I will just randomly give my thoughts about this arc here, then. You can ignore it if you want... I don’t think there’s anything that really still needs explaining for clarification reasons. However:
I actually think the bit about Peng Yu Wen’s flashlight is way more compelling evidence than the things mentioned previously that revealed her identity.
Additionally, there’s a point in this arc that has always bugged me: They seem to carefully confirm Luo Fengcheng isn’t a stowaway because “a stowaway wouldn’t use their ability to create a black tower researcher ID card, therefore he must really be one” ergo “he couldn’t be a killer, because a black tower researcher wouldn’t have the need or ability to kill.” But this totally ignores the fact that the ID card doesn’t have a photo on it.
He could have killed someone in the first three days and then, on the fourth day, after everything went to shit, either picked up an ID card he found (Tang Mo literally sees people breaking into the research facility) or killed a black tower researcher isolated by the disappearances, taking their ID card. I don’t think it’s a stretch to assume that this kind of thing might have a future use. On entering the game, this identity really is a bit too eye-catching to use right off the bat, so he could have kept it hidden. When the situation became like this, he could have pulled it out to manipulate the group’s thinking with the exact logic used to clear his identity as a stowaway.
I didn’t want to mention it before since someone might still be thinking there could be a sudden turn of events, but now that it’s been confirmed by our cute Uncle Mole that the sole stowaway was Peng Yu Wen, I wanted to bring it up. This has always bothered me!!! If I can think of it, Tang Mo can think of it!!
Also the original version of this chapter is gorier… The print version changes so much… I’ve been thinking more and more about switching over… ε-(´・`) But the print version is really convenient for me to work from, especially when I'm work. (Yes, I do translation work while I'm on the clock. Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime, that's why I read danmei on company time.)
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hi, no pressure but if you feel comfortable, can we get a snippet of the dick with an eating disorder fic? if not, that's totally cool and you can just delete this ask. I hope you're doing well, tho <3
nah it's fine! i feel bad for not finishing the full whumptober lineup. this was as far as i got before i called it quits lmao, but here you go:
(trigger warning for eating disorders, bulimia, vomiting, etc etc)
“I don’t know how you do it,” Steph comments, eyeing the hefty slice of devil’s food on Dick’s plate. “Every time I eat a cookie I can feel the tights getting tighter and tighter.” Despite her words, she cuts herself a big slice of cake, licking chocolate frosting off her thumb. No one can resist Alfred’s confections, superhero or not. Dick laughs it off easily. “Perks of being a Grayson. I’ve got a fast metabolism.” “Ugh. So jealous.” Steph eats a bite of cake, her eyes slipping closed in chocolatey bliss. “Totally worth it, though. I will gladly get fat from this cake.” Dick snorts. “That’s why he’s the master. Excuse me.” He puts his plate down and slips away from the dessert table towards the exit at the back of the ballroom. As soon as he’s out of sight, Dick’s unfettered smile drops and he breaks into a sprint. He locks himself in the men’s room and drops to his knees in front of the toilet. He can already feel his body absorbing all that fat and sugar like a sponge. He can feel it in his thighs and hanging off his abdomen. Sinking in, soaking up, taking every calorie and turning it into a cushion of fat. This is routine by now. Dick doesn’t even have to think about it anymore when he shoves his fingers down his throat until his gag reflex kicks in, and everything he ate at the party makes its way right back up. I will gladly get fat from this cake. God, why did he need to have such a big slice? Even if he only got through half of it before running off, it still counts. The calories are still there. Why did he have to have cake at all? Dick already had three meat skewers and four cubes of cheese since the party began. God, how could he have been so careless? He pushes his fingers deeper, encouraging his stomach to heave more, get it all out. Back to zero. It was only a few hours; surely the calories haven’t sunk in yet. He’s still okay. He made it in time. When only bile is left, Dick lets himself catch his breath. He’s meticulous about cleaning himself up, making sure there’s not a spot on his suit, nor a hair out of place. He looks slightly pale in the mirror, but the lighting in the ballroom isn’t great anyway. No one will notice if his cheeks are a little sunken or if his eyes are a little red. Dick turns this way and that in the mirror, examining himself from every angle. His collarbones aren’t as prominent as they should be. His wrists used to be thinner. God, he looks ginormous. He can feel the flesh weighing off his bones like he’s been stuffed with lard. There isn’t anything he can do about it now, not while he’s supposed to be a picture-perfect Wayne heir in front of all the cameras, but tonight he’ll stretch patrol longer by a few hours to fit in the extra cardio. This is fixable. It’s always fixable.
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Redeeming Myself
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pairing: chris evans x professor!fem!reader
summary: after breaking your heart and losing your trust, chris makes it his mission to prove to you how much you mean to him.
word count: 6.3k
warnings: age gap (reader is 29, chris is 40), angst, reminiscing on past actions, fluff, talks with therapist, chris makes up for bad behavior, slight alcohol consumption, smut, happy endings, rpf !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!!
notes: the final installment of Pining for Professor. it was only supposed to be a one shot, but i got inspired and expanded it. it took a while cause writers block, but it’s here. for anyone who has read the series, thank you and hope you enjoy ! 💓🥰
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For a month and a half following that afternoon, Chris began to go above and beyond to mend his mistakes in an effort to regain your trust.
He knew that he shouldn’t have been forgiven for the hurtful words he hurled at you, the voice he raised, and his cold demeanor through it all. But you forgave him nonetheless, which he was eternally grateful for.
Chris suspected that his venom-laced words still took a toll on your overall being. He sensed it in the way your usual humming was kept to a minimum, as did your soft caresses to his body. The fun facts that you would randomly blurt out had basically become nonexistent.
You hadn’t tried initiating sex with Chris due to still being affected by his actions, which was understandable to the brunette.
He could tell you were being cautious around him, which broke his heart more than he could’ve imagined.
The two of you never really talked in depth about what happened, deciding to push it under the rug and move past it. But ignoring the elephant in the room could only last for so long.
That morning was no different. He had spent the night at your place and decided to wake up and make you breakfast in an effort to mend the faltering relationship.
You woke up to an empty bed, something that you were used to since Chris had always been an early riser. Getting your morning routine out the way, you made your descent downstairs with the smell of pesto guiding you down the steps.
Walking into the kitchen, you saw the sight of your topless boyfriend, donning only a pair of boxers and an apron. You watched as he studiously focused on the skillet in front of him. His intense focus and the sounds of eggs frying in the pan made him oblivious to your arrival.
It wasn’t until you made your way towards the fridge next to him, that he registered your presence. “Morning princess, you sleep well.”
“Yeah, I slept fine,” your voice still a bit gravely from your slumber. You poured yourself a glass of orange juice, ignoring the intense gaze from Chris in your peripheral vision.
He was so used to having you touch him in the mornings. Not so much in a sexual way, but more intimately. The way your lips would ghost against his shoulder blade, your palms would hold his sides and pull him against you so that way you could bask in his warmth. Your arms would wrap around his front until your fingers absentmindedly toyed with his lower abdomen, playing with the wisps of hair on his happy trail.
He missed when you would move your lips until they met the space behind his ears, giving light open mouth kisses. The sound of you whispering ‘Morning daddy’ would leave him awestruck. Even though the words were a regular occurrence for him to hear, it was the way you would say it in your morning voice that made it ten times more special.
Though those actions might seem minuscule to others, they meant the world to him and it was killing him that he hadn’t been able to experience such tender moments with you in a while.
“I’m making breakfast- pesto eggs and some bacon for you. It’ll be done in a minute.”
You nodded along before heading to the table, phone in hand while catching up on your morning news.
It didn’t take long before a steaming plate was placed in front of you, the scent of garlic and basil already making you salivate.
Chris sat besides you and watched as you dug a fork into your meal, a smile reaching his face as he heard your content moans.
The two of you ate in silence, only the sound of soft chewing and utensils hitting your respective plates could be heard.
Every so often, you would feel Chris peek at you, hoping for you to start up a conversation with him like you always did. It’s not like you didn’t want to, it was just that you were still hurting due to his words. You know from a psychological standpoint that there was something going on inside of him that caused him to lash out, which you understood. But it didn’t aid in diminishing your apprehensiveness towards opening up to him, afraid that another fight would break out and hurtful words would again be hurled.
He could sense the internal struggle battling within you so he spoke up, breaking you out from your subconscious.
“I know I’ve been saying this repeatedly over the past few weeks, but I want you to know how sorry I am,” Chris sympathetically stated, “You didn’t deserve what I put you through, the things I said. I just hope that we're able to someday go back to how we were.”
You sat there staring at the man in front of you. Was there a way that the two of you can revert to what once was? Could you actually forgive him?
Not knowing how to properly respond, you simply nodded. A tight lipped smile was evidence that Chris had a lot of making up to do.
Finishing up breakfast, you excused yourself to your office to go and work on your dissertation, leaving the brunette alone with his thoughts.
He knew that he needed to do something big to make up for his actions. He also knew that he needed to figure out why he lashed out on you.
Taking out his phone, he clicked on a saved contact and listened to the dial tone ring in his ear.
“Morning, I’d like to make an appointment as soon as possible. It’s an emergency.”
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Chris sat on the plush maroon couch, his eyes getting reacquainted with the familiar setting. The office had a few knick knacks littered around the space. A potted plant here and there. Motivational, yet cheesy posters on the wall. An assortment of magazines on the coffee table.
He hadn’t been here in a while, his usual talks were about his anxiety and dealing with fame. But for this appointment it was about you- specifically how he treated you.
The new topic was foreign to him, resulting in the brunette not knowing how to address it. So he silently sat there as his therapist, Dr. Reynolds, held her pen in her hand and studied his behavior.
“So,” she cautiously started, “What brings you in today?”
Chris sat there twiddling his fingers at her question. There could’ve been a few reasons that brought him in, but the main one was why he said the things he hurled at you.
He proceeded to spend the next 10 minutes recapping the events that had transpired, making sure to not spare any detail. After his spiel, Dr. Reynolds skimmed through her notes that she jotted down during his explanation.
Looking up from her notebook, she locked eyes with the brunette. “Do you think that some of your actions correlate with self-sabotaging behaviors? How, when you opened yourself up to her so suddenly it made you feel scared? Scared that you might need to face those fears that are plaguing you.”
Chris sat there incredulously, “Well- I mean no. I don’t think so.”
The pair talked for over an hour, going over the usual allotted time as they broke down why Chris had acted a certain way.
He realized the anger he felt was a coping mechanism to avoid feeling what he truly felt: fear. Mainly his fear of commitment. Part of him was scared that any future marriage would end up like his parents, in divorce. He feared that you would stop loving him. He feared that he would stop loving you.
And that fear was ultimately pushing you away from him. Which uncovered the biggest fear of all, losing you.
Dr. Reynolds eventually received a knock on her door, indicating a waiting patient, causing their therapy session to be cut and saved for another day.
“Thanks doc, I think I know what I need to do now.”
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After some much needed self-reflection made in the meeting with his therapist, Chris knew what he had to do. Leaving the office, he pulled out his phone and dialed his publicist, Megyn.
A few rings later, he went into detail to the blonde about his plan. Not caring about what the press might say, or how his fans might react, he needed to get it done.
She wasn’t too keen on dealing with the impending press that would come from it, but she was happy that he was able to find someone that he truly loved.
He went back to your place that evening with a refreshed mind. The rest of the day went by as usual, you both did your own respective things, the tension still heavy in the air.
As you both started on your own night routine, his main focus was on you. He didn’t even know he stopped brushing and was staring until you snapped your fingers in front of his eyes.
“Earth to Chris, everything alright?” your tone was light and airy, hinted with a bit of joy.
Chris looked at the slight smile on your face and was reminded all over again as to why he fell for you. That smile was something that was so ingrained in his mind that not even old age could make him forget it. It warmed his entire being whenever he was sad and it made him realize he could never take it off your face for the rest of his days.
“Yeah princess,” he whispered, still lost in you, “I’m alright.”
You nodded along to him, though your eyes squinted a bit due to being curious of his change in demeanor. Before he was overly cautious around you, now it seemed as if he couldn’t get enough of you.
Before you could set your toothbrush down and set out for bed, he stopped you with a hand on your elbow, pulling you into him. Not caring that there were still dribbles of toothpaste in his mouth, he leant down and attached his lips to yours.
The kiss was soft, he was desperate to feel your softness against him though wasn’t trying to rush the act in any way. Moving his hand up, he held onto your cheek in an effort to pull you even closer than you already are.
The smell of your lavender night cream instantly calmed him, making him feel safe in your embrace and absentmindedly smiling into the kiss.
Chris finally pulled away, only slightly, to look down on you with a dopey grin. “God I’m in love with you.”
For the first time in weeks, a genuine smile reached your face to match the man across from you.
“I love you too love bug,” you sighed against his lips, “You probably should’ve rinsed your mouth though, I can taste your toothpaste.”
A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, “Sorry, just got caught up in the moment.”
Chris kept you secured in his arms as he continued to stare down at you. There was something different about him, specifically the way his gaze was directed at you. Though you were not complaining.
“How about we bring back date night? I can cook and we can finally sit and talk to one another like we used to.”
Your heart fluttered in your chest at his pleas. It had been a while since you two sat down and basked in each other’s presence. The thought had you hopeful that things could go back to normal.
“I would love that,” you began, “How about Friday? I have a test for a few of my classes this week so we can do it once I’m all free.”
Chris smiled down at you with eyes evident of his admiration for you, “Friday is perfect.”
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The rest of the week went on rather differently than previous ones. Your touches came back to his body, fingertips grazing alongside him whenever he was close. Chris would regularly kiss your cheek or top of your shoulder anytime he had the chance.
You did take notice of him on his phone a lot, part of it filled you with uneasiness but the rational part of your brain told you it wasn’t something to ponder too much over, so you let it go.
Chris had been spending the entire week making sure that his plan was rolling smoothly. He had the entire date night planned to a T. He informed his family about it, who were ecstatic for him, making his own mother tear up due to how happy she was. He made sure to have everything ready at the house so that everything would be successful.
The day of the planned affair, you were stuck in your home office grading the last set of tests before being able to officially clock out for the evening. Inputting the grades into Blackboard, you were brought out of focus due to the sounds of buzzing from your phone. Picking up the device, you unlocked it and saw the incoming text from your boyfriend.
Chris: Baby, I know you’re still probably finishing up, but dinner will be ready at my place at around 7. I put something on your bed for you to wear. See you soon!
The endearing message made you smile and also feel a bit elated. You missed the intimate moments shared between you and Chris. The loving looks sent your way, the delicious food and engaging conversations. But most importantly, you missed the sex. Before, the two of you were like jackrabbits, the longest you both went without getting hot and heavy was about 2 days. Now going on over two months, you were becoming insatiable.
Quickly inputting the final test scores in your online grade book, you got ready for your night in with Chris. Heading up the stairs, you walked into your room to be hit with a bit of nostalgia. Laying on the bed was the same black dress that you wore on your first date with him.
With the amount of dresses you had in your wardrobe, it was a shock that he was able to find the specific one you wore that night. The sentiment warmed your heart and filled you with hope.
Rushing to get ready, you went and got dressed, making sure that you appeared your best before heading out.
It was only a quick drive to his home, before you were sat in his driveway.
Your mind was plagued with worry. You feared that if this night didn’t go well, then it would ultimately mean the end of your relationship with the man. Taking in a deep breath, you calmed your nerves before exiting the vehicle and made the trek towards his front door.
Using the house key you still had attached to your own ring set, you unlocked the door and walked in though you didn’t get far when the sight before you made you stop and gasp.
Starting from the front door laid a trail of rose petals leading you through the house. The thoughtful effort made tears begin to form in your eyes and your breath unsteady.
Following the trail, the same smells of vegetables sautéing brought you back to that time over a year ago.
Once you made it inside the kitchen, you saw Chris with an apron adorning his massive frame on top of his suit. Once he took notice of your arrival he turned around and smiled at you. “There you are sweetheart. I was waiting for you to show.”
He turned down the fire before gliding towards you, about to reach down and kiss you when you beat him to it.
Grabbing a hold of either side of his face, you slammed your lips to his; the action surprising you both. You delivered him repeated pecks which caused the brunette to laugh between every one of your kisses.
Getting enough of your intimate fill, you pulled away from him and looked up. “What’s the special occasion? I mean I know it’s date night, but still.”
Chris brought his hands down to rest on the dip of your back before pulling you in closer to him. The action caused your neck to crane up to look directly into his eyes.
“I wanted to make things right with my best girl.”
You playfully rolled your eyes at the slight Captain America reference before delivering another kiss, “Thank you, I love it.”
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The meal went according to plan, the two of you enjoying the same shrimp scampi dish he made on your first date together.
You were sipping on your glass of wine when you heard Chris speak up.
“Though I’ve said it more times than either of us can count, I need you to know how regretful I am of how I acted.”
You sighed at his words, “Chris, I said it’s-”
“No, it’s not okay (Y/N),” he interrupted you, “It wasn’t okay for me to lash out at you. It wasn’t okay for me to hurt your feelings.”
“Tonight, I tried to recreate our first date together to show you just how much you mean to me.”
Chris had rehearsed what he was planning on saying for the past few days, but here now in this moment he couldn’t remember a single prepared line. So he just decided to follow his heart.
“(Y/N). The day I met you, it was one of the greatest days of my life. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but fate brought us together- well I guess I should say Ma did with her insisting.”
His words caused you to chuckle, “I can see where you got your determination. She really didn’t quit until she finally got us in the same room.”
The memory of Lisa bringing you two together that afternoon warmed both of your hearts.
“That day we met was the day I knew that there was no one else in the world that would matter to me as much as you would. Every single day that I get the pleasure of seeing that look on your face will forever make me the luckiest man on the Earth. So when I hurled those words at you and took that smile away, it made me feel horrendous.”
You didn’t even realize you had started crying until you felt the warmth of your tears sliding down your cheeks.
Chris reached across the table and curled his fingers around your hand, slightly stroking the back of it with his thumb.
“I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend that I could be. I realized that my own fears of commitment caused me to take out my frustrations out on you, and absentmindedly pushed you away. But I realized that pushing you away was the last thing I ever wanted to happen.”
He felt his heart rate race and his organ beat heavily in his chest, his anxiety slowly rising.
“You are the greatest thing to happen to me. You make the worst days seem minuscule whenever you’re around. I love the way you’re able to always help push me through any obstacle I face, no matter how big or small it may be. The way you easily get along with my crazy family. And I love how you make me feel like I am floating on cloud nine anytime I kiss you.”
Chris felt his hands begin to sweat. One of his hands clasped onto yours, while the other held onto the small box in his left pocket of his slacks.
“A few days ago I had a session with my therapist about you. And during it I realized how much I care about you, and how losing you, even though it was brief, was the worst thing I had ever experienced.”
Slowly standing up on shaky legs, he brought you up with him.
“I had to secretly figure out the right size while you were sleeping the other night,” he began to joke, “You don’t know how hard it was to get the measurement done considering how light of a sleeper you are.”
You felt your heart pound in your chest. You suspected that something was different about his behavior and this evening, and your suspicions were slowly coming to light.
“I can’t ever experience the feeling of not having you by my side again. Waking up to a cold bed and not seeing the way your nose would sometimes crunch up while you're deep in a dream is something I never want to go through again.”
Chris reached into his pocket of his pants and pulled out a cherry red box. The sight of the gold inscription labeling 'Cartier' made your breath catch in your throat and tears fall freely down your face.
The height difference was changed when he steadily dropped down on his left knee, his tear filled blue eyes looking up at you.
“(Y/N), you make me the happiest man in the world. And I know it’s a stereotypical line for me to say, but it’s true. I love how you’re able to bring the best out of me and everyone around you. I love how you love everyone unconditionally. God, I love how fucking breathtaking you are. I am in love with everything about you.”
Letting go of your hand, he held the box in his grasp before cracking it open. The action caused your hands to cover your mouth and you to bend at the knees. With the aid of the lights around the room, it unveiled to you a marquise cut diamond. One either side were two stones. On the left was a pearl, indicating his June birthstone. The other side showed your gemstone, the rocks pairing perfectly with one another.
“So,” Chris began with a shaky breath, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you do me the honor and make me the luckiest person in the world. Will you marry me?”
Your body shook with sobs as you nodded along to his question.
“Wait, are you saying yes?” Chris asked, excitement evident in his tone. “I don’t know if that’s you nodding yes or no.”
Removing your hands from your face you grasped on to your now fiancé’s, “Yes, I would love to marry you.”
Chris didn’t even get the chance to put the ring on you before raising up and slamming his lips against yours. Both of you tasting the salty tears that expelled from the other.
It was his turn to lay a continuous stream of kisses to your lips. Soft chants of ‘thank you’ leaving his mouth between every one.
Pulling away, he retrieved the ring from its box as you held up your left hand. You watched as he slid the band down your finger until it situated perfectly against the base. A content sigh left the both of you.
Chris brought your hand up and kissed the back of it and then your ring finger before locking eyes with you.
You two stayed like that for a while, your gaze flicking back and forth between each other’s lips until finally you two connected them.
This time, the embrace was intimate, more passion filled. Your hands folded against the nape of his neck, the coolness of the gold band making him smile with contentment.
With his hands holding onto your hips, he guided you back until you were met with resistance from the wall behind you; the sudden force causing you to lightly grunt into his mouth.
Lowering his hands until his palms rested on the back of your thighs, he tapped on your skin, an unspoken request for you to jump. While securing your hold on his neck, you jumped up and rested in his palms. With you in his hands, Chris began to walk the two of you towards his bedroom. Since Dodger was staying at his mom's house, he didn’t bother closing the door, not worrying about any sudden intrusion.
Your mouth was still attached to Chris when he laid you down, you head against the soft pillow on the plush bed. His frame towering over you as he shook off the suit jacket from his body, kicked off his shoes and toed his socks away.
“I love you so much (Y/N),” he swooned through kisses.
“I love you too Chris.”
Untying the front of your wrap dress, the silk material fell to the sides of your body, revealing your figure which was only covered by a thin, lace pair of underwear. The sight of your half naked self made him growl down at you in desire.
Removing his lips from yours, he descended down your body, leaving kisses in his wake.
“You’re all mine.”
His lips kissed around your taut nipple, his tongue poking out to flick at your pert bud.
“Forever and always.”
You felt him leaving traces of wetness from open-mouth kisses on your abdomen.
“The love of my life.”
His fingers dug into the sides of your thong before dragging it down your legs.
“My beautiful fiancé.”
You breathing hitched as you felt his warm breath fan across your exposed cunt. The hot air was a stark contrast to the cool slick of your dripping wetness.
“The future Mrs. Evans.”
And with that, Chris flattened out his tongue before running a long stripe up your pussy, lapping up your wetness until he curled it around your clit. “Oh fuck, Chris.”
How exhausting the sexual hiatus that you experienced with the brunette was evident due to how you were squirming on the bed. Your hands spread throughout the sheets, gripping and tugging in an effort to gain some form of steadiness. Over two months without having him on you had you mewling into the air. “Please baby, don’t stop.”
With his tongue occupied, Chris continued to devour you. His tongue alternated between long drags and quick flicks between your folds. You felt the tip of his tongue prod at your opening in a desperate attempt to taste more of you- to feel more of you.
Removing his mouth, he heard you begin to groan in disappointment before it turned into a moan when he spat on your cunt then suctioned his lips around your clit. With one hand holding your stomach down, he used the other to enter your soaking hole with his index and middle fingers.
Chris was gentle with his digits inside of you, dragging his pads alongside your ways, stroking your contracting walls and feeling every ridge. Once he was knuckle deep, he scissored your cunt, basking in the sounds of your squelching around his fingers paired with your content moans of relief.
He replaced his mouth with his thumb, using the limb to draw slow, tortuous circles on your mound as he watched you fall into the deep recesses of ecstasy.
He observed your neck stretch back, exposing a slightly bulging vein running up the expanse. The way your lips quivered as your moans flew freely out. Your legs began to shake when he hit the spot he was all too familiar with deep in your core.
“Look at me,” Chris demanded, his Boston accent evident in his request, “Need’a watch my pretty girl cum all over my fingers.”
The eye contact with the brunette was intense, more fierce than ever experienced before, but you reveled in every second of it. You noticed how his pupils had become blown out, only showing a small ring of blue surrounding the black.
You tried to keep the gaze locked until you felt your orgasm come full force through your body like a tidal wave. “Christopher!”
Upon hearing your screech of desire and feeling your essence begin to soak his digits, he replaced his thumb back with his mouth, longing to taste every single drop of your sweetness. His fingers continued to pump inside of you, prolonging your release and causing more of your juices to flow into and around his mouth.
Chris finally removed his fingers to drink more of you until you attempted to feebly push his head away, the orgasm causing you to lose most of your strength.
“Sorry princess, you know Daddy just can't get enough of you,” Chris moaned as he licked your essence off his lips.
He rose up your lower half and hovered over you staring down at your exhausted self. You mustered the power to raise your arms and grasp his face in your hands before bringing him down to connect lips once more.
The kisses were lecherous, the both of you yearning to taste every single part of the other. Your tongue was firm against his as he massaged yours while you swallowed each other's moans.
Your body felt on fire with the way his large hands were massaging and caressing every inch of your exposed skin. His fingers digging into your softness and pulling you flush against his frame.
Taking your hands away from his face, you began to unbutton his dress shirt, peeling away the material until it unveiled his tattooed chest. Your fingers tracing the large design on his chest before making its way down to his belt, unbuckling it in the process.
Dragging the leather through the loops and away from his body, you unzipped his trousers before reaching in to palm his obvious erection. The action made the man above you keen against your tongue. “I wanna taste you Chris.”
With your thighs around his hips, you nudged him until your positions were switched. His head against the same pillow, he watched as you tugged down the material on his lower half, leaving the two of you completely bare for one another.
You laid down on your stomach between his legs before grabbing hold onto the base of his cock, drawing a hiss from Chris.
His head craned back at the feel of your wet mouth tonguing his length, the wet muscle licking a stripe from the base to his tip. “Ohh- that's it baby.”
You collected your spit before it dripped from your mouth and on his head, the liquid cascading down the massive length. Using it for your advantage, you began to stroke him while attaching your lips around his tip. Your tongue flicked his slit while drinking up his precum.
“God, I love you so much (Y/N).”
Removing one of your hands, you began to swallow his length, stroking off what you couldn’t take down. His moans and groans only stir you on as you bask in the feel of him throbbing in your mouth. With your free hand, you began to palm at his balls; the action making him grip the sheets as well as tenderly holding the side of your head.
His mouth was parted, showing only his tongue, as he panted out. “That’s it baby, such a good girl for me.”
Chris felt his peak slowly approaching, the buildup steadily growing with every swipe of your tongue, suction from your lips and tug at his balls. Though he would’ve loved to release down your throat and watch your mouth milk his balls, he wanted- needed to feel your warmth surrounding him as he coated your walls.
He went to unlatch you from his cock and raise you towards him. “I need to feel you,” he breathed out, “I miss the feel of you around me (Y/N).”
You crawled up his body til you were straddling his hips. Reaching down, you pumped his length a few times before positioning it for entry. The second you began the descent and his head met the resistance from your cunt, you both groaned out.
Chris couldn’t wait any longer so he brought his hands to your hips and fully sank you down on him, sheathing his entire cock inside of you. The action made you lurch forward with your hands planting themselves on his chest in search of stability.
“Oh that’s it princess,” professed Chris, “Missed this tight fucking cunt choking my cock. Missed you so goddamn much.”
With the help of his hands on your hips, you began to slowly work yourself on his dick. Every rise and fall of your hips made you experience the delectable feel of his veined shaft drag against your channel.
“Oh Christopher,” you cooed as you felt him throb inside of you.
“That’s it princess, I’m right here.”
You brought your hands from off of him and covered his large ones. Removing them from your body, you intertwined digits. The new position of your hands allowed the newly added engagement ring to gleam under the light.
If he had a camera, he would’ve wanted to capture the beauty of you in that moment. Every buck of your hips caused your breasts to bounce, the action enticing him even more than already. The sweat that began to form on your body caused your body to shine from the bedroom lights, making your body appear as if it were glowing.
He wanted to frame the glorious sight of you, but he decided to settle with the fact of knowing he would be able to recreate this exact moment for the rest of his life. Recreate with you as husband and wife.
He rose up from the mattress and maneuvered your legs to wrap around his waist before sitting on his haunches. The new position of your naked chest pressed up against his own while he fucked you on his cock was a sort of intimacy that couldn’t be explained.
The closeness of your faces allowed you to feel each other’s breaths warm your features. You could see pupils being blown, feel the sweat dripping off one another, and hear every single sound that escaped the other's mouth.
Attaching his lips to yours, Chris moaned into your mouth. “That’s it baby, cream all around my cock. Milk me til I fill you up with my cum.”
The heels of your feet dug into his lower back and your fingertips gripped onto his neck, leaving scratches in its wake.
You knew for certain that you would have bruises on your waist with the way he had latched onto you, raising you up and down his length.
With every thrust, your sweaty skin slapped together as his balls spanked up against your ass.
“Ahh baby, I- fuck Chris I’m almost there.”
“I know (Y/N), I’m right behind you.”
A few more harsh thrusts as his tip slammed against your g-spot and you were suddenly slammed into the blissful abyss of your orgasm. The tightness of your contracting walls caused Chris to achieve his own release. The shouting sounds of you two reaching your respective peaks echoed throughout the room.
Warmth flooded your body and your cunt as you felt Chris’s cock shoot ribbons of his seed deep into you. He continued to drag you along his length, hoping to prolong the glorious feeling of your pussy throbbing around him.
After the sensation of your peak began to wane, he fell back against the mattress, bringing you down with him.
The two of you laid there in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth radiating off the other.
Chris strokes your back, long traces of his thumb running along your spine as you both regain your breath.
“I’m in love with you (Y/N). So goddamn much.”
Still a little too spent, you nodded while your hands toyed around with his chest.
While you two sat there, a realization popped into the brunette's head, making him begin to stand up. “I’ll be right back.”
You watched his ass jiggle with every step out of the room, the sight making you chuckle. When he returned, he held his phone in his hand.
“Seriously Christopher, you wanna make a sex tape right now?”
A boisterous laughter left him at your assumption, “No sweetheart, not that.”
Chris sat back next to you on the bed as he scrolled through his phone gallery. After a few flicks on his thumb, he finally found the photo that you two took on your first date. You were as beautiful as ever, smiling at the camera as he looked in awe at you.
You watched as he loaded up Instagram and clicked on the plus sign to create a new post. “Chris, what are you doing?”
“Something I should’ve done a long time ago.”
Choosing the desired photo, he went to begin typing out his caption that would unveil you to the world.
chrisevans: A little over a year ago this photo was taken on our first date. I knew from that moment that I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life, that’s why I eagerly asked you to be mine. (Y/N) you make me the happiest man that I could be. I know this past year and a half has been a tough one, especially with everyone in the world claiming that they were dating me while I kept you in the shadows, but enough is enough. There’s no one else that I would rather be with. There’s no one in this entire world that holds a candle to you. To your beauty, your kindness, your everything. You are the love of my life. As of tonight, my fiancé. And soon to be my wife. I love you more than words can describe princess. (Y/@/N)
Chris finished typing out his message before looking down at you, silently asking for approval. He watched as your index finger raised up and clicked on the share button, indicating the end of your secrecy.
A dopey smile made his face before he looked at you, phone in hand, “Now, about that sex tape.”
You laughed at his joke as he made his way to kiss you once more. The embrace was full of contentment due to knowing that things were back to normal with a growing relationship full of unwavering love, reinstated trust, and pure happiness.
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A/N: and that's a wrap folks. thank you to everyone who read this series.
also i would like to say that this is in no way an indication of chris evans personality or character. this is just fiction.
if you enjoyed this, please make sure to reblog and comment. feedback is much appreciated !
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A Well Rounded Education (4): Equality Statement (Fem!Reader x Naoya Zenin, 7.5k)
series synopsis: you are a teacher’s aid to teacher Gojo Satoru, training to be able to take over your own class next year by shadowing and helping him out. gojo, unfortunately, does not make things easy for anybody.
chapter synopsis: you make the mistake of crossing naoya zenin at a sports festival and are forced to apologise. but as you well know by now, nothing ever seems to go to plan where any of your student’s fathers are concerned. 
NSFW. MINORS DNI. AFAB reader, fem pronouns. misogyny, weird power dynamics, hate-sex, piv sex, blowjobs. naoya.  
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1.
The Saturday morning that your first ever undokai is scheduled for dawns bright and early, and you can’t help the little thrill that goes through you at the golden fingers of dawn lighting up your room. There’d been talk of the weekend bringing rain, and things needing to be rescheduled – but it’s perfect weather, as you put on a comfortable tank top and shorts instead of your neat pencil skirt and suit jacket combination.
This will be your first event of the kind, and you’re excited about it. The kids in the class have been practising all of their cheers and routines and the like constantly, whilst the ones involved in the competitive sports have been cheering one another on and snatching time when they can to race against one another in preparation. It’s been nice to see all of the camaraderie between them – even some of the quieter ones have seemed to come a little bit out of their shell, with so much team spirit in the air.
Well. Most of them have. You’ve noticed Junpei still hanging back, face sad, uncomfortable when other boys crowd him and tug him off to who knows where – probably to get him involved in their own practises or rehearsals.
It’s been long and hard preparing for it, but even Gojo has been focused on something for once.
“There’s just something about events like this!” Gojo chirped to you, once, as he’d held up a megaphone he did not really need and called his class back into formation in front of him. “You know! The joy of youth! I want them to have the best time possible! They deserve it.”
Seeing Gojo’s mischievous eyes sparkle with determination instead of humour had made you smile at him, and you’d felt a strange pull in your chest when he’d smiled back, needing to pull your gaze away to ask Yuuji to stop poking Megumi in the back to get him to look at a weird caterpillar he’d found on the ground.
As a junior high undokai, things are a little more competitive than they might be if this were an elementary school or even a middle school event, but there’s still a big emphasis on the teamwork and the cheering on portion of the day. You’ve watched and applauded what feels like a hundred practises for the cheering section, confiscating whistles when they’re sneakily blown whilst you’re trying to teach a mathematics lesson.
Still, you’re not surprised to see that Gojo’s class have been corralled into his classroom whilst your vivacious teacher and mentor gives them a rallying encouragement that seems to contain a lot of bigging up the fact that they are, in fact, his class.
“I thought the pep talk was for them,” you say, as heads turn to you when you walk into the room. It’s strange to see all of the faces dressed in their gym uniforms instead of their school uniforms – and it’s even stranger to be wearing an approximation of it yourself.
“You look nice!” Yuji pipes up, and you smile at him.
“It is for them,” Gojo brings a hand to his sunglasses to push them down a little, giving you a charming smile and the full force of the galaxies swirling in his eyes. “I’m just reminding them that as Satoru Gojo’s class, of course they’re going to do well! We’re going to be the strongest, and win!” He looks at all of them – bright shining faces turned to him, all lit up with the excitement of competition. There’s something in him that you rarely see right now – something encouraging and bright and compassionate. He genuinely seems to want them to do well. “I believe in all of you!”
The warmth spreading through your chest at Gojo’s words is a new experience. You’re far more used to exasperation and frustration where he’s concerned.
But now, you can’t help the infectious smiles of the children and the determination in their face to do well enough for everyone to be proud of. Maybe Gojo isn’t so bad after all, you think, as he bids the children in the class farewell and tells them to go and join everyone else outside in preparation for the day’s events.
“What d’you think?” He asks you, as Junpei leaves the room, still dragging his feet a little. You can’t blame him. He’s involved in the cheering section, as so many of the less athletic kids are, but the undokai is not optional and you think that Junpei is the kind of boy who hates being looked at. “Are we gonna win?”
“I don’t think that’s quite the point of the exercise,” you say, eventually. “We’re supposed to be fostering team spirit and co-operation--”
“Yeah,” Gojo wrinkles his nose and grins. “But we’re still gonna win, right?”
You sigh.
“With Yuji and Maki? Probably. But that’s not the point!”
Gojo stands up and stretches his arms out above him. He’s in a shirt that clings tight to a surprisingly muscled abdomen,  and dark grey sweatpants. He’s never been the ‘formal wear’ kind of teacher, but it’s still jarring to see him dressed so casually – and even more jarring to realise that he’s handsome, despite the fact you’ve spent most of the last few months rolling your eyes and sighing and cursing the world that you’ve ended up having to endure Satoru Gojo so much.
“I know, I know – but it’s nice to think about, right?” His grin is infectious. “Did you have time to have breakfast this morning? I know it’s an earlier start than usual, I’ve got a spare blueberry muffin in my bag – hope it didn’t get crushed too badly by my stretches--”
“I’m fine,” you tell him, already dreading the idea of him pressing a crumbled muffin into your hand. “I had a healthy, nutritious breakfast.”
“So did I!” He says, hotly. “The blueberry muffin had fruit in it, croissants are glazed with egg so that’s protein, and I had a slice of honey on toast too just because I felt like I’d have to keep my energy up today--”
You are constantly impressed by how he manages to consume all of this sugar without going into overdrive – then again, maybe that does explain a lot about him.
“I don’t really know what I’m supposed to be doing today,” you admit to him. “I mean, I know I’m here to cheer on the kids and stuff, but I don’t know what my role’s supposed to be--”
“Oh!” He comes around and begins to walk out of the classroom, beckoning you to follow him. “Didn’t I tell you? They told me ages ago--” He did not tell you. You don’t know why you find this a surprise. “You’re gonna be in charge of the refreshments table for the first half of the morning – Yuta, you know, the other teacher’s aid, he’ll relieve you for the second half so you can cheer us on and help me a bit. Not that I’ll need it! It’s not a hard job, just be polite to anyone who needs to use it, most of ‘em bring their own lunches and snacks but we find that it’s always good to have a table with some extras – especially when it’s so hot outside!”
“You didn’t,” you say, but you follow him anyway. You have learnt by now that the most you’ll get from Gojo is a shrug and an airy ‘sorry’. And you suppose, in the grand scheme of things, this isn’t so bad. It’s not like you needed to have time to stop and prepare yourself to give people a polite smile and ask them if they’d like you to pour them a glass of water.
The two of you spill out into the grounds of the school, which is already full of excited students and proud parents. You recognise a few of them – your face heats up as you see Nanami forcibly pressing a bottle of sunscreen into Yuji’s hands, and as the two of you walk past Geto who is tying back Mimiko and Nanako’s hair, ensuring the team hats that the students are all wearing sit neatly on their heads.
There’s a man stood with Maki and Mai who you assume is their father; a blond with a sneering face and a presence that makes you feel like you shouldn’t even be looking at him. Maki has her arms crossed, her chin jutting forward – the two of them are clearly involved in some kind of argument. Even as you watch, some other men are walking towards him with their heads bowed, like he’s something special.
You vaguely recall that you’ve heard some tell about the Zenins being a very rich, very old, very respected family. Judging from the way he carries himself and the way people keep looking at him, you think that must be it.
“Is that Maki and Mai’s dad?” You ask, curiously, as you’re pushed past him towards a collection of tables beneath a bright yellow awning. Gojo makes a noise that sounds like a sigh.
“Yep,” he says, sounding short. There’s some kind of history there, you think. “That’s Naoya Zenin. Better for you to avoid him, if you can – he’s not the kind of guy you want to cross, y’know?”
“But Maki’s--”
“Absolutely nothing like him,” Gojo deposits you in front of a table heaped with water jugs, ice cubes and plastic cups. “Really.”
You wrinkle your nose as you look around. At least everyone else seems happy – excited, buzzing with energy and the promise of an exciting day ahead. You can’t help but worry about Maki’s expression, though. She had looked like her and her father were having an argument that had been going on for months--
Gojo waves at you as he jogs across the field, moving surprisingly quickly for a man who ate nothing but sugar for his breakfast. You watch him go, unable to stop a smile forming on your face as he pauses by Maki and Mai. He slaps a hand onto Maki’s shoulder and says something with a bright grin that she seems to respond to with a smile, turning to follow him. Her father’s eyes narrow, as he spits something that even you can work out is venomous at the retreating backs of one of his daughters. He sighs as he says something else to Mai, a smile almost tugging at the corners of his mouth as his attention shifts back to her.
It’s clear who the golden child is there, then.
You try and shake your thoughts away from Naoya Zenin and his two girls and concentrate on the place that you’ve been given, reminding yourself that even if it doesn’t seem like a big role, you all have to work hard to make sure that today is a success. Your students have been practising and getting excited for this event for weeks, and you want all of the parents to be as proud of their students as you are.
You have a good view from the refreshments table of everything that’s going on. You watch a few of the races, a few cheering displays from the other classes to the beat of the drums – and when kids run up to you, sweaty and panting, you hand them a plastic cup full of cool water and they thank you as if you harvested it from a spring yourself instead of merely pouring it out.
Some parents ask you politely who you are, and you tell them with a smile and a bright look, hoping that you being friendly and polite will get back to other people. A few of them exchange looks when they hear that you’re attached to Gojo’s class; the man has a reputation that follows him everywhere. You give out oranges and other pieces of fruit to some of the students who need an extra sugar boost, or the ones who have a bandage wrapped around their knee or grazes from falls that have recently been cleaned. Shoko is busy today, and you often see her direct these injured children to you as a rest stop, and so their parents can find them easily.
You pause for a moment as the names are called for a relay race, and you hear Maki and Mai being summoned. This is the first race that they’re taking part in – if their team wins this one, they’ll qualify for the final this afternoon. You can see Gojo lifting his arms and hollering and hear his loud, excited voice even with all of the other people crowding into the school grounds to watch, and despite yourself you feel a smile spread over your face.
You’re still smiling when you hear a scoff.
You turn around to see what the fuss is – only to see Naoya Zenin, holding a plastic cup of water as if it’s offended him mortally. Seeing you looking at him, his lip curls.
“Is this tap water?” He asks you. He has a curious accent; slow, drawling, and clearly much superior to your own. It’s not an accent that Maki and Mai have inherited – and as he raises one eyebrow, the sun catching the rings in his ears, you find yourself glad of it. “Well?”
“I think so,” you say. You are on edge. He peers into it, and sighs.
“Don’t you have anything better? Cell-gen or Tennensui or even I LOHAS, at least?” He speaks to you slowly, like you’re a child, or as if he’s not sure whether a peasant like you would even know the names of any bottled water brands. You can’t stand being talked down to, and you curl your hand into a fist as you say, trying to keep yourself polite;
“I’m sorry, Sir. There’s just this.”
“You’d think with the money pumped in-- fine.” He sighs, taking a sip of the water, his face scrunching in displeasure at – you don’t know. The disgusting taste of tap water, you suppose. You try not to look at the bob of his throat as he swallows. Everything about this man seems to be unpleasant except the way he looks.
You take your own cup of water, just to quell some of the dryness that has made itself known in your throat at interacting with him.
The cheering gets a little quieter, and you turn to see what’s happened. As it turns out, all that’s actually happened is Gojo has stopped putting forth his own shouts to the fray, his eyes focussed on you and Naoya, a look that you think is almost sympathy spread across his face. You see that the race is about to begin, and you don’t look at Naoya as you say;
“You’re Maki and Mai’s father, aren’t you? Their first race is about to start. Maki’s been training really hard, I think she’ll pip it for us—”
A dark presence at your shoulder, and a sneering, uppity drawl.
“I gather you’re the teaching aid I’ve been hearing so much about from everyone.” he says. It does not sound like a compliment. “Maki has really found you . . . encouraging.” He says it like it’s a dirty word.
You force yourself to remain cheerful, and not ask him what the fuck his problem is.
“Maki’s really talented,” you say. “Mai’s fast, too – they’re both really good representatives for the class--”
Naoya snorts.
“They should be on the sidelines,” he says, coolly. “Supporting the men. Not running. Not getting all sweaty and hot and messing up their hair and their pretty faces.” He shakes his head. “It’s unwomanly, and if Maki listened to a word I’d said, she wouldn’t be doing it.”
“Mai is doing it too,” you point out, hating yourself for getting involved in this. But you just can’t let him stand there and be such an asshole, spewing his narrow-minded ideas when there are impressionable girls around.
“Mai’s already agreed that if they win this race, she’ll ask one of the boys to switch in for her. I’ve sorted it with the principal. It’s not ladylike for her to do any more than she has to. She’s not going to get a husband in good standing based on her athletic prowess--”
Oh, this is too far. You’re seething, though you’re trying to keep your respectable face on. You’re at work, you’re at work, you’re at work--
“Perhaps there are some other things they consider more important than finding a husband, at the age of twelve?”
Naoya’s laugh is nasty, mocking – and you hate that there’s something in it that sends a curl of heat right through you, blooming between your thighs.
“The younger a girl learns her place,” he says, his voice very slow. “The better it is and easier it is for a man to be assured she’ll do her duties. I don’t see a ring on your finger, Miss – I’d hate for them to end up working some dead-end little job just because they don’t have anyone to cook and clean for--”
Nope.
You can’t take it any longer.
You turn and you throw the cup of ‘shitty tap water’ in your hand right over Naoya Zenin’s stupid, smug, asshole face.
2.
Gojo, for what you think must be one of the first time in his life, looks uncomfortable.
“I didn’t know you were going to throw water on him,” he tries to say, weakly. “Look, we all hate him, but . . . ugh. This is so frustrating! I hate all of this bureaucracy bullshit--”
It turns out that Naoya Zenin’s family – and Naoya Zenin himself – donate rather a lot of money to the school for such functions as the one you’re all currently attending. It turns out that nobody wants to piss off the bank-roll that’s keeping their gym maintained, their events fancy and expensive, the library well-stocked – and you get that! You really do! You know that school budgets are overstretched already, and that donors like the Zenin family are something to be gently courted and kept around for as long as humanly possible.
You just wish that the big donor for this school was anybody else.
“I didn’t know all of this,” you say, reasonably. “I know I shouldn’t have thrown a drink over him, but Mr. Gojo--”
“How many times? You can call me Satoru.”
“If you’d heard the way he was talking--”
“Oh, believe me,” Gojo’s full lips press into a thin line. “I know exactly what Naoya Zenin’s modus operandi is. Let me guess: he was all on at you about how Maki’s not a proper young lady, how the boys should be doing the hard work, how he’s trying to make sure his daughters get a proper start and a rich husband – ugh.” Gojo tugs at his shirt, clearly frustrated. “I’ve had it way too much.”
“Yeah,” you say. You find yourself sighing too.
“The Vice Principal’s in his back pocket,” Gojo says, taking a seat on top of the desk that you’re currently sat behind, cooling off some of your anger – Principal Masamichi had sent you inside to calm you down, and Naoya himself had been escorted into the building by Vice Principal Gakuganji to dry off, all the while saying placating things to calm down the school’s meal ticket. “They want you to apologise to him.”
“I suppose I should,” you say miserably. “But it’s gonna feel like swallowing gravel.”
“I certainly don’t blame you,” Gojo says, with a smile, trying to cheer you up. “Hell, I know some of the other staff members have been dying to do it--”
“Ugh,” you bury your face in your hands. “This is a horrible impression in front of the whole school.”
He pats you gently on the shoulder.
“Hey,” he says, “when this is all over, I’ll take you out for ice cream. I know the best places in the city, and they all know me too!”
You summon a smile for him. He’s not so bad, really – sure, he’s chaotic and thinks too highly of himself for his own good, but . . . at least he’s nothing like Naoya. You stand up and pull down your shorts, wriggling your tank top down to cover you as much as you possibly can. You feel a bit exposed, not in heels and stockings and a blouse.
“I should get this over with, then.”
Gojo has too much to do back on the field to escort you to Naoya himself, so he tells you that Naoya’s in the Vice Principal’s office and gives you another friendly squeeze on the shoulder.
“Good luck,” he tells you. “Remember: ice cream at the end of this!”
“Ice cream at the end of this,” you repeat, as you watch him jog out of the corridor. You’re almost tempted to tell him off for running in the halls – Gojo moves so fast that sometimes you lose track of him entirely – but you push back the urge. Gojo is being decent today. You’re thankful to him for sitting with you and helping you calm – and also, evidently, for being one of the things that keeps Maki’s fighting spirit inflamed.
You stand there for a moment, in front of the door to the office, balling up your courage tight and hot in your stomach. You do not want to have to apologise to Naoya, but you know it’s for the best. The sooner you can put this sorry incident behind you and try and avoid Naoya at every single function from herein, the better – so you tap hard on the door and wait until you hear his slow, drawling voice.
“You can come in.”
At first, you’re surprised to see that he’s alone in there – sitting in front of the desk in a comfortable chair, clearly at ease with everything. His arms are sprawled over the back of it, his legs wide apart. You chastise yourself for thinking it immediately – of course the vice principal is busy right now, of course he trusts someone as well-known to the school as Naoya to be alone in his office.
It’s hard not to think about every other time you’ve found yourself alone with the parents of your students, though. A heat crawls onto your face at the very thought of it. You find Naoya repellent, disgusting – but then again, he’s also (and you’re not being glib about it) handsome. You’d be lying if you’d said you sometimes hadn’t ignored a man’s personality for a night in favour of a face and a body that had drawn you in.
Not now.
You close the door behind you, clasping your hands together so you don’t clench your fists, and bow your head so that Naoya can’t tell that you’re grinding your teeth.
“I’m sorry for letting my emotions get the better of me, Sir,” you say, though it really does feel like you are gnashing ice to get the words out. “I should have been more polite. I can assure you it won’t happen again.”
“Mmm,” Naoya says, and you peek up at him through your lashes to see that he’s clearly enjoying having you at his mercy, his lips tilted into a smirk. His hair is still a little wet at the ends, but all that you throwing the water over him seems to have actually done is made his shirt cling tight to a surprisingly chiselled chest and stomach. Asshole. Fuck him. “Yes. I should hope not.”
You straighten yourself up, still a little stiff.
“I hope you can forgive me,” you say. “I . . . I am still learning my place in the establishment.”
He laughs, low and soft.
“Your place?” He asks, the words dangerously sweet on his tongue. “Yes. I can see you still need some help on that one.”
His eyes crawl over you slowly, dragging up and down the length of you, lingering over where your shorts cling to your hips and the tank top hugs your chest. You resist the urge to shift – you don’t want to let him know that he’s making you uncomfortable. You know, though, that he can sense that you have gone hot and prickly all over. He has that smug air; the one men who know what they do to people always seem to have cultivated. The knowledge that they are good-looking.
You suppose for Naoya, it’s the heady combination of knowing he is good-looking and powerful and rich, and you breathe through the force of all of his attention concentrated on you.
“Seeing as you’re still . . . new to all of this,” he says, bringing an arm forward to tap his long fingers on the desk. “And you did apologise prettily, I suppose I can forgive this transgression – just this once, darling.”
The pet name crawls up your spine like ice. He’s still staring at you, enjoying the view like you’re a piece of meat on a market stall he’s considering purchasing.
“Th-thank you, Sir,” you say, hating yourself a little bit but hating him all the more.
“You know,” he says. “You’re not exactly bad-looking.” He stands, rising to his full height, stretching out, frustratingly comfortable in this environment when you feel like a deer who’s about to turn tail and flee at any moment. “You’d be much better off at home raising children than here.” He wrinkles his nose. “Working for a living.” The way that he says the words makes it clear that he considers this a task far beneath the likes of him.
He’s moving towards you now, and your breath seems to get stuck in your throat as he’s suddenly in front of you, stalking elegantly. You want to snap back something about how you’d rather work for a living than have to rely on the whims of a man, much less a man like him – but as he grabs your chin to tilt it up to the light, you find that the words seem to die in your throat.
“Hmm,” he says. “Not bad at all.” He makes an approving noise that sends a flutter right through you, making you dully aware of a pounding ache between your thighs. He leans a little further in, until he’s so close that you can see the pale colours dancing in his eyes, the way the light hits his high cheekbones. “You’re trembling with rage, you know. It’s adorable.”
“You’re very easy to be angry at,” you half-breathe, half-hiss, and Naoya’s smirk is going to be burnt into your memory forever and ever.
“If you’re so angry,” he murmurs, “I can certainly think of a way I wouldn’t mind helping you work out your aggression.”
You shouldn’t do it. But your heart is beating a frantic rhythm against your ribcage and your breath is short, and part of you wants to wrestle him to the ground and dominate him so that he can have a taste of his own medicine. You grab a handful of his hair and drag him down into a bruising kiss.
3.
Oh, and he kisses back. His mouth is soft against yours, but the kiss itself is rough – both of your tongues fighting for dominance, both of you trying to nip at one another’s bottom lip and seize the victory. You’re practically shoved backwards so that your ass catches the edge of the Vice Principal’s desk, even as you tug hard on Naoya’s hair to tell him that you’re not going to be overpowered by him so easily. You feel the feral curve of his grin as he pulls back just enough to whisper;
“Oh? You really think you’re going to get the better of me? You’re cute--” and then you push his shoulders hard, and he stumbles and falls back onto the chair he started this whole escapade sat in. You reach down to tug off your shirt, dropping it onto the floor beside you – Naoya looks for a moment like he’s going to stand back up and resume trying to wrest back the situation into his favour, but as he sees the slight bounce of your breasts in your bra he seems to decide it would be more interesting and beneficial for him to stay exactly where he is and watch you disrobe.
So you do, wriggling your shorts down past your hips – he lets out a low groan at that, as you stand before him in nothing but your underwear with your fists clenched on your hips.
You feel surprisingly powerful like this. It definitely makes a difference from all of the other ways you’ve felt when you’ve been alone with somebody’s father--
“Take off your shirt,” you tell him, and you’re almost surprised at the imperious tone in your own voice. “It’s your turn--”
He raises an eyebrow at you, but he does as you ask. Long fingers curling around the hem of his shirt, taking his sweet time pulling it off his body – and yes, it’s a nice one. Nice, too, are his thighs as he undoes his trousers that probably cost more than you make in a year and pushes them down, sitting before you in nothing but his equally as expensive-looking underwear – an impressive looking bulge outline pressed against the fabric. Even as he looks at you, he takes hold of himself through it and squeezes it, his grin crooked.
Your body does a throb of need.
“Oh,” you say, feigning surprise. “I didn’t realise you were so needy already--”
“Like you’re not dripping,” he says sharply, his eyes zeroing in on the space between your thighs. “Don’t flatter yourself. I can see the damp patch from here.”
“Who’s to say that’s for you?” You walk towards him. You can’t help but feel powerful and in control at how his eyes follow you with rapt attention, how his tongue darts out to swipe across his bottom lip as he drinks in your form in front of him.
“Please,” he says. “As if there’s anyone here more deserving.”
He reaches forward and his hands settle on your hips, dragging you closer to him – hot fingertips brushing your waist, the bare skin beneath your bra before he’s unclipping that too and your breasts are bare. He breathes in deeply.
“Pity,” he says, though his voice is thick with his own arousal. “You’re such a cute little thing, if only you didn’t open your mouth--”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind me opening my mouth to do something else,” you breathe, and you reach down to ghost your fingers over his cock through the tent in his underwear. He hisses through his teeth, his eyes half-lidded.
“Don’t just say it, princess,” he says. “If you’re going to run your mouth, the least you could do is make it do something useful--”
“I’d rather die than get on my knees for you.” Your mouth is very close to his neck – to punctuate the statement, you give his earlobe a tug with your teeth, and he practically groans. You’re almost straddling him on the chair, and you do not miss, either, the twitch that his cock seems to give at the tug.
It seems like for somebody who really wants to be in control, and wants women to know their place so badly, Naoya actually is rather enjoying somebody giving him a taste of his own medicine.
He grabs your underwear and pulls it down, clicking his tongue as it bunches about your knees.
“Just give into what your body wants,” he says, all saccharine sweetness in that slow, deep voice. “You’ve made a mess.”
You know you have. You can feel slick when your thighs press too close together, hot and wet between your legs. You really are practically dripping. But it’s not just from Naoya, you don’t think – it’s from the sudden power you’re feeling, the rush of being an equal participant in everything, in feeling like you have the upper hand. And not a small part, you think, is because of the adrenaline that’s coursing through your veins at the thought of putting Naoya Zenin in his place. You tip your head to the side innocently.
“What about you?” You ask, with a mean shade to the pitch of your voice. “You’re so hard it’s a wonder you’re not in pain--”
He grabs a hank of your hair with one hand whilst spreading your legs further with the other, so strong that the breath’s knocked out of you. The tip of his finger skims the outer lips of your sex, gathering your slick arousal on the pad as he growls;
“I’m still a man, darling. I see a pretty cunt to fuck and a pair of nice tits and I want to bury myself into it until the bitch remembers her place--”
“Good luck,” you breathe. “I think you’ll be the one remembering his place, here.”
He laughs breathlessly.
“Oh,” he purrs. “You’re going to be singing a different song when you’re begging me to fuck you harder.”
You give him a smile with your teeth bared; the challenge is obvious. It’s a smile that says ‘we’ll see’, even as you both tug at his underwear to pull it down and reveal what he’s been hiding beneath it.
You don’t want to admit that he’s got a pretty cock, but he has. He’s not the biggest you’ve seen, but it’s still impressive; a slight curve giving it an elegant angle that you realise with a clench will hit you exactly in the right spot when you take it inside of you.
He’s slick with his own pre-come, bubbling from the reddened slit – and as you shift forward and trap it between your thighs, he groans aloud again.
“That’s right,” he grunts, as the tip catches on your entrance and you begin to sink down upon it. “This is what you were made for, princess--”
“What?” You pant. “That would be disappointing. You barely fill me up--”
He grabs you and pulls you into another kiss as you finish off sheathing his cock inside of you – perhaps to save his pride, perhaps to muffle the noise that comes out of him, transferred into your mouth instead of his own. Whichever it is, you hate that you were right about the angle of his cock – you can feel it pressing snugly against the spongy G-spot even now, threatening you with a better time than you’d like to have.
You break the kiss to pull yourself off of him and sink back down, forcibly taking the lead and setting your own pace. You know it’s fast, you know it’s greedy – but fuck, if you aren’t boiling over with need.
You splay your hands across his shoulders, nails digging into his skin with little care to how you might mark him. You need him for leverage, as you continue to bounce up and down on his cock. Naoya tips his head back and groans, enjoying the feeling, before he remembers that you two are engaged in a battle of wits and attempts to get the better of you once more.
“I-is that,” he groans, coming to cling onto your waist and force you down on him with even more strength, helping you along in the too-fast rhythm of your thrusts and bounces. “The best you’ve got?”
“Come on,” you say breathlessly, as his cock continues to stroke that spot. You can hear the sounds of him sliding in and out of you, shamefully loud – too, you can hear the sounds of your skin slapping against one another, echoing and mixing with the breathless pants and the attempts to trade barbed insults. “Y-you’re making me do all the work?”
“Fucking pity you’ve got such a nice cunt,” Naoya snarls, his hips flexing, somehow managing to hit you deeper even as you’re bouncing on the balls of your feet and straddling him on the chair. His words are starting to sound very far away. “You should be in my fucking bed, keeping it warm, better off than wasting away here--”
Both of you are running your mouths, overwhelmed by how close one another’s bodies are and the intense heat radiating from you. There’s a frisson of electricity in the air, showering sparks, as the two of you continue to snatch words in between moans and groans and pants and whimpers--
“You’re pathetic--”
“You’re so fucking tight, I shouldn’t be surprised when you’re such a bitch--”
“F-fuck, harder, c-can’t you even keep the momentum going? You’re weak--”
“Baby girl, you’re fucking shaking – you gonna come first? Women are so predictable--”
You can feel your release hovering on the edge of your vision, blurring it as your eyes squeeze shut and you feel tears threatening to roll down your cheeks. There’s a heat inside of you that’s close to overspilling – and as you come down on him particularly hard, the head of his cock rolls over your g-spot just right, and you feel a dam inside of you break as your nails dig hard enough into his shoulders to draw blood. You bury your face into his neck so he doesn’t get the satisfaction of hearing you cry out his name, teeth worrying into his neck to leave a love-bite reminder of exactly what transpired between you two in the Vice Principal’s office.
You feel yourself twitch and tighten around him as your orgasm rocks your body, heat running through you like veins of marble. You can’t breathe – all you can do is bite, your hips chasing the final aftershocks.
Naoya is still hard inside of you as you lift yourself off him, letting his cock slip out of you as easily as butter. His own hands clench around your hips.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He asks, his voice rough and hungry. Despite that, though, you can hear the thread of some other emotion sewn in to them – and with a shiver of delight, you realise it’s neediness. He’s been left wanting, and you’ve been handed all of the cards. “I haven’t finished.”
“And you won’t finish inside me,” you snap at him, enjoying the longing in his voice. “Ask me very nicely and I’ll finish you off with my hand.”
“Mouth,” he demands – and he grabs your cheeks, squishing them, pulling you down and reminding you of all of the power that he has even though it’s your body that’s got the advantage of the high ground. “You don’t really think I’m going to be satisfied with your hand, princess--”
“You don’t deserve it,” you spit at him, but you sink to your knees anyway.
You’re not entirely lacking in manners. You suppose you did get to come. It would be rude to just leave him like this. Especially when the whole reason you’d ended up in this office in the first place was to apologise to him politely.
“This is the perfect position for you,” he sneers, as you open your mouth and envelope the head of his cock within it. You can taste yourself on his shaft. “Fuck, that’s right – put your mouth to good use for once--”
You give him a mean, slow lick along the slit of his cock head that makes him groan in the back of his throat. He wraps his hand around the back of your neck, fingers digging into the nape so he can control you at least a little bit, pushing you a touch too far so you almost choke. You pull off it, drooling.
“Choke me again and I’ll bite,” you snarl, and he pats your cheek like you’re an obedient dog.
“You wouldn’t dare,” he says – and you narrow your eyes at him in a way that says ‘try me’ before you return to sucking at him, hollowing your cheeks. You want to do a good job. A part of you wants to make him come so hard that he regrets being an asshole to you, even though you know that’s ridiculous and not going to happen.
Still. You’re not going to back down from a challenge, so you use your tongue to play along as much of his cock as you can.
“Fuck,” Naoya breathes. “Good . . . good fuckin’ girl—”
You’ve been hearing that low, polite drawl swear and curse for what seems like hours, but that one sends another pulse of heat through you – at your heart, you can’t argue that you love being praised. You whimper against his cock, glad that the fast pace you’ve managed to establish and the wet noises of your mouth around him muffle the noise so Naoya can’t dangle it over your head.
The hand on the nape of your neck jerks, so that you’re forced to look up at him and meet his eyes proper. His hips are slamming to meet your bobs now, the noise of him fucking your mouth filling the room. His teeth dig into his bottom lip and you feel him twitch, his voice pitching--
Salt coats your tongue as he fills your mouth.
But he doesn’t let himself finish there.
He pulls out, and he pumps his cock himself two, three times – coaxing out the other ropes of come, that hit your neck and chest and breasts hot and white and glistening. You’re too surprised by it to do anything – you’d expected him to keep your mouth on him, make you swallow down everything he gave you. He seems the kind of guy who gets off on that sort of thing--
But instead, he’s sighing, relaxing back into the chair as he looks at you with lazy eyes.
“You look cute like that,” he says, his voice low and sated. “I should take a picture.”
“Fuck you,” you breathe, getting off your knees. You are so fucking thankful for the box of tissues on the Vice Principal’s desk, as you reach across and grab some to dab at yourself so you’re not sticky and disgusting for any longer than necessary.
If you leave them in his pedal waste-bin, you hope that the cleaning crew will dispose of them before the Vice Principal is even aware that they’re there. Your lip curls as you wipe your mouth. You wish you had a mint – or at least a glass of water. Even tap water would do.
For what it’s worth, Naoya seems a little agitated as he puts himself to rights too. Evidently he was not expecting you to fight back so much – he places a finger on his shoulders and scowls when he sees that you made him bleed.
“I should sue you for assault,” he says. You tap your own body, at the curve of your hips and waist.
“I’m going to bruise,” you tell him. “So I guess it would be self-defence.”
“You’re too smart for your own good,” he tells you, with narrowed eyes – and you give him another smile, one that is clearly fake, as you pull your tank top and shorts back on and re-tie your shoes.
You’re surprised as you go to leave the room and he sets a hand on the small of your back in a mocking echo of polite manners. As the two of you walk down the corridor towards the exit, he does not remove it. To the assembled crowds, you hope it will look entirely innocent – like the two of you have merely had a little chat and come to an agreement instead of heatedly fucking one another’s brains out.
You blink as you emerge out into the light, your eyes taking a moment to adjust. You see Principal Masamichi give you a sympathetic smile – and there’s Gojo, immediately charging towards you like an overprotective bear. He slows down as he sees the way that Naoya is still touching you.
“I hope everything’s alright,” he says, sounding stiffer and more formal than you usually hear. Naoya’s smile towards him is cold.
“Everything’s fine,” he says, “Perfect. You apologised beautifully, didn’t you, Miss?” Naoya looks down his nose at you, a conceited smile on his mouth. “I’ve decided to overlook this little transgression.” He leaves a pause, and you swallow as you realise what he’s waiting for.
“Thank you so much, Mr Zenin, Sir,” you say. Again, it feels like you have to force the words out through a mouthful of marbles – but they make it out of your mouth.
“Oh, don’t be so formal, Miss,” he smirks. “You can call me Naoya. I look forward to seeing you again – soon, I hope.”
“You’re just in time,” Gojo says coldly. “Maki just won the final race of the day for our team.”
Naoya’s gaze is sharp as he looks at him. His lip curls. You can tell that both of them want to do something – maybe have an out-and-out fist fight on the field. But Naoya manages to get a grip (you’re glad about it; you’re not entirely sure whether Gojo would have been able to hold back) and turns on his heel to stalk away.
He does give your ass one last squeeze, though, that you desperately hope that Gojo doesn’t notice.
Gojo’s shoulders stay set, his chin thrust proudly forward, until Naoya has been swallowed up by the crowd at large – and then, he turns to you. For the first time, you see his normally humorous eyebrows draw in with worry.
“You look upset,” he says. “Sweaty. You smell terrible. Do you need a minute?”
Your shoulders fall. Gojo gives you a sympathetic pat on the back.
“It’s a rite of passage to deal with someone from the Zenin family,” he says. “You’re just unlucky it happened to actually be Naoya today. He usually sends an underling or an uncle or someone to pretend to care about the girls.”
Wow. You sure hope the rite of passage has gone differently for everyone else.
“Why d’you think he came here today, then?” You ask Gojo. He looks at you strangely, a spark of something you can’t quite read in his eyes.
“Well,” he says, “he’s related to the Fushiguros, you know. I heard he and Megumi’s father have met up recently for drinks – it ended in a fight, of course, it always does. But maybe he expected Megumi’s dad to be here too?” He shrugs. “He can never resist an opportunity to relish over someone in his family winning, even if he doesn’t want Maki doing anything unladylike. Megumi’s dad isn’t here, though, so looks like that backfired on him--”
Your face feels like it’s on fire as you think about Megumi’s father fucking you on Gojo’s desk – and the lingering way that Naoya had said that he’d heard so much about you from everyone.
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idy-ll-ique · 3 years
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Cravings.
Pairing: Sam Wilson x F!Reader
Genre: Fluff overdose
Warnings: none
Requested: nope
based off this prompt
Summary: How Y/N's pregnancy cravings led to her becoming friends with Captain America, The White Wolf, The Scarlet Witch and Vision.
Author's Note: hiya peeps! i am in love with Sam Wilson. but like, who isn't? this is sort of an AU, but not really. takes place in phase 4 of mcu. enjoy!
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Mm, that smells so good…
Y/N took in a deep breath as a sweet, sweet, tangy smell hit her nose. "You smell it, honey?" she cooed, cupping her bulging abdomen as her baby kicked once. Then the kicking increased and she groaned, heaving herself off the couch. "Baby, we can't have it, it's not our food. We already had dinner, sweet—" She whined when her baby kicked twice.
"Maybe they'll understand…?" she whispered to herself. Y/N was 8 months pregnant and lately, her cravings had been at an all time high. Every time she got a craving for something she couldn't have, the baby in her belly wouldn't stop kicking and she'd go to sleep upset, tired and hurt. And today, the baby wanted whatever the neighbors were cooking.
She wasn't really familiar with the neighbors; she liked keeping to herself, and with the addition of the baby and single parenthood, she didn't want to disturb anyone or break the peace. Soon, the kicking got really uncomfortable and Y/N grabbed a plate, walking out of the house. They'll understand, she told herself, they have to. If not then they're heartless cows.
"So, Wilson, you've got a nice apartment here, thought you were living with your sister and nephews at the docks," Bucky grinned, popping open a bottle of beer. "Moved out a couple weeks ago, didn't wanna intrude. Plus she has a boyfriend, it's getting kinda serious between them…" Sam chuckled, "Wanda, whatcha cookin? Smells really good!"
A very pregnant Wanda Maximoff walked out of the kitchen, a huge smile on her face. She was 7 months in with twins. "I'm cooking Borscht, it's a traditional Ukrainian recipe that I like very much. You're gonna love it," she gushed and Bucky raised his glass in mock toast. "Can't wait!" Just then, the bell rang. "I'll get it!" Sam shouted, walking up to the door.
He opened it and saw his neighbor standing there, holding an empty plate. Her head was downcast and she was squirming, fidgeting. Sam had seen her once or twice since he moved in; she was very much pregnant, and she liked keeping to herself so he never invaded her privacy. "Hi, how can I help ya?" He smiled at her. She got startled and looked up, opening her mouth.
Y/N was speechless. She already felt bad about asking her neighbor something like this and now he reveals himself to be this handsome?! "Hello…?" she snapped out of her thoughts and cleared her throat. "I— I'm sorry, I don't wanna intrude…" Bucky showed up behind Sam and she glanced at him, her eyes going wide.
"You have company, oh no, I'm sorry— not now, baby, let's just go—" she whispered, wincing and whimpering in pain when the baby started kicking again. Sam nodded his head towards Bucky who got the hint and left. He then walked outside and closed the door behind him, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Hey, you can ask me anything, what happened?"
"It's embarrassing…"
"Come on, sweetheart, I'm your neighbor! Sam, by the way, Sam Wilson." She gave him a timid smile. "Y/N Y/L/N. It's just… whatever you're cooking smells really nice and I got a craving; it's wrong, it's your food, your party and I'm intruding like an idiot, it's just— my baby gets really agitated when I don't get what I'm craving for and they kick all night, I'm so sorry—"
Sam grabbed both her shoulders, silencing her. "Don't be embarrassed by this. It's fine, you got a craving? I'll give you some of the food! Wanda, my friend who's cooking, is also 7 months pregnant, believe it or not. She'll be so happy to give you the food, it's a new recipe she's trying and the more people there to eat the better. Why don't you join us?" Y/N sniffled, the kindness of her neighbor and her pregnancy hormones reducing her to tears.
"You're so kind," she whispered and Sam laughed, giving her a warm hug. "But I don't want to intrude." He sighed but understood. "Okay, how about when she's done cooking, you take some of the food home? Will that be okay?" She nodded. "In the meantime, I'd love for you to meet my friends. Wanda especially, wanna come in?" Y/N agreed and the two walked into the apartment.
Bucky and Vision, who were in the sitting room at the time, looked up. Y/N gave them an awkward smile, raising a hand to wipe her tears off. "Hi there," Vision greeted. "Hello, I'm… I'm Y/N, Sam's neighbor, it's nice to meet you," she mumbled shyly. "Hi Y/N, I'm Bucky and this is Vision," Bucky introduced and she nodded. "So, um, there's gonna be a party here…?"
"Oh no, just old friends catching up over dinner. Wanda!" The woman walked out of the kitchen, her eyes lighting up when she saw Y/N. "Hey!" Y/N smiled at her. "Hi, I'm Y/N, nice to meet you." Wanda beamed at Sam. "Your neighbor? Very nice to meet you too, miss!" After a small conversation the Scarlet Witch went back to the kitchen while Sam coaxed Y/N into sitting.
"So, what brings you here?" Bucky asked, glancing at the empty plate. "Cravings," Y/N sighed as Sam followed Wanda to the kitchen, "My baby gets really agitated when I don't get what I'm craving, it's a problem… I didn't want to intrude, it's just… the food smells so nice and I… I actually want to sleep tonight. Just a tiny portion, I'll be gone before you know it."
Bucky frowned at her words. "Gone— hey, we don't mean to make you feel unwelcome here, why don't you stay for dinner? I'm sure Sam offered too, it's really not a big deal. You won't be intruding and Wanda will be delighted to have another member around who wants to eat her traditional recipe, right Vis?" Vision smiled at Y/N and nodded. "Yes, please stay."
"Okay, since you're asking so nicely," she joked and all three of them laughed. "Dinner's ready! Who wants some Borscht?!" Wanda exclaimed gleefully, walking out of the kitchen with a pile of plates and cutlery as Sam followed with a pot with steam coming out of it. "Guess what? Y/N's decided to stay!" Bucky announced and all of them cheered, Wanda giving Y/N a hug.
"That's amazing news!"
"Oh, you managed to talk her into it, how nice…"
Bucky smirked and swung an arm over Sam's shoulders. "Girls like me better than you, pal, accept— ow! I was joking!" Y/N giggled as Sam shoved Bucky off him, giving him a punch on the arm for good measure. "You two seem like really good friends," she commented and Vision scoffed. "You should've seen them when they first met. Couldn't stand each other."
"Oh please, every great friendship starts out like that, am I right?" Wanda nudged Y/N and she grinned. The five of them sat down to eat; Sam served everyone the Borscht. "So, how many months along are you?" Wanda questioned. "8, how about you?" "7, there's twins in there." Y/N gasped. "How lovely! I've always wanted twins, they're so cool."
"I used to have a twin brother," Wanda shrugged. "That's— wow. So, which one of the three is it? Or is he at home?" Y/N smirked. "Vision here, we got married a year ago, it was a small ceremony, only close friends." Y/N grinned at Vision. "Awesome! Congratulations, guys!" Vision and Wanda smiled at each other. "How about you, if you don't mind me asking?"
Y/N's mood dimmed slightly but she kept the smile on her face. "My ex, he got me pregnant. Not really much of a happy story; I love my baby, I really do but I'm gonna have to raise them alone; he said he doesn't even want to visit, let alone pay child support, I just— come on, I'm boring you with the story, I don't wanna be a Debby Downer," she waved in dismissal.
"That's so wrong of him! Give us a name and we'll make that bastard pay up," Sam glared, which made Y/N smile a bit. "It's okay, Sam, you don't have to. I have a nice job, and he isn't that good of a person anyway, it's better if he's out of my life for good. I can't wait to try the Borscht, Wanda." Dinner after that was fun and fairly uneventful.
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Y/N was watching TV the next morning when someone rang the doorbell. She blinked and opened the door to see Sam standing there, leaning against the doorframe with a small smile on his face. "Sam, hi, what brings you here?" she smiled back at him. "Have you had breakfast?" Y/N frowned slightly and shook her head. "Not yet, I was just about to cook. Why?"
"Will you join me? There's a lot of Borscht left if you're interested." She grinned at him; how had she not introduced herself to him earlier?! "That sounds really nice, thank you for the offer! Let's go." The two walked to Sam's apartment and Y/N sat on the couch as Sam went to the kitchen to get the food. "I actually have something to ask," Sam began as the two sat down to eat.
"What happened?" Y/N questioned curiously, a hand resting on her belly as she ate the delicious Borscht. "I want you to tell me about all your cravings from now on. Anything you want, no matter how weird. I really want to help you, Y/N, will you allow me to do it? I just… I don't want you to suffer anymore, I'm here for you. A friend. Please?" Y/N blinked at him, shocked.
Surely he wasn't that nice? "You really want to do that?" she gasped. "I do. I feel really bad about how your ex just left you so vulnerable and full of responsibility, and he won't even help with the baby, I— I want to take some of the responsibility. It'll make me feel good." Y/N nodded instantly. "That's so nice of you, thank you! I'd love that, you offering to help… you're an angel."
Sam flushed slightly and rubbed the back of his neck, a goofy smile on his face. "Just helping a friend in need." The doorbell rang all of a sudden and Sam sat up, alert. "What?" Y/N whispered. "I'm not expecting anyone. Stay here." Grabbing a gun from a drawer near the dining table Sam put it in his back pocket and went to answer the door. Upon opening the door, he saw a man.
The man was dressed in black trousers and a band t-shirt, his hair a rough mess and a glare on his face. "Can I help you?" Sam frowned. "Your neighbor, Y/N, have you seen her? I'm her ex boyfriend." Sam's blood boiled when he introduced himself but he kept his cool. "I haven't seen her, I'm sorry. She isn't very social, you know and I respect people's privacy."
The man groaned and left. Sam returned to the living room, keeping his gun away with a sigh. "What happened, Sam, everything okay?" Y/N asked worriedly when he sat back down in front of his plate. "Don't be mad." Y/N's frown deepened with confusion. "Why, who was at the door?" He looked up at her. "Your ex. I sent him away. Did you want to talk to him?"
Y/N froze for a minute but then scoffed, wrapping her arms around her middle. "Thank you for that, I wasn't ready to see him. I'm not mad at you, by the way." Sam nodded and the two spent the rest of breakfast in silence.
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"Y/N! I know you're in there!"
"Go away!"
Upon hearing the commotion out in the corridor Sam opened his front door, seeing Y/N's ex boyfriend banging on the door to her apartment. 3 weeks had passed since he showed up at Sam's house. "Is there a problem here?" he asked calmly and the ex boyfriend turned to him. "Dude, it's none of your business," he sneered but Sam simply raised an eyebrow.
"Y/N is my friend, I think I'd know when she'd want me to intervene."
"Well now's not the time, pal, go back in! Y/N and I are having a personal conversation," he scoffed. "Oh really? Because to me it sounds like she's asking you to go away," Sam rolled his eyes. All of a sudden Y/N's front door swung open and she stepped out, looking between both men. Her eyes lit up when she saw Sam.
Over the course of 3 weeks, Y/N had come to like Sam a lot. Along with being handsome as fuck, he was also really kind, sweet and caring; he bought for her all that she craved, let it be the middle of the night or the afternoon. She also found out that he was an Avenger, previously used to be known as the Falcon but now, Captain America. She trusted him even more, knowing he'd protect her from anything.
"Sam!" she smiled brightly, pushing past her ex to run to Sam. He gave her a tight hug, keeping an arm around her as they both turned to Y/N's ex, who was staring at them, jaw dropped. "A friend, huh, Sam?" he sneered but Sam only stared at him with disdain. "Don't talk to him like that! You weren't even here when I needed you, and now I have an awesome guy helping me with things and you suddenly wanna show up?!"
"Y/N—"
"No, you shut up! You're just a coward and— and an asshole and I don't want anything to do with you anymore. Leave and if you come back, I'll call the police on you, I swear—" Sam cut her off by chuckling wryly. "Sweetheart, I'm an Avenger, are you forgetting? Next time this guy shows up, call Bucky. I'll give you his number. I'm sure Buck will have a lotta fun teaching this guy a lesson."
Y/N beamed at Sam. "Okay!" Y/N's ex stared at the two, jaw dropped. "You're both crazy," he whispered, "Crazy maniacs, I tell you!" Y/N and Sam stared after him with broad smiles as the man left, grumbling under his breath. "Ugh, he's been showing up every day for 3 weeks, and today he created a scene. So sorry about that, Sam, I hope I didn't disturb anything."
"Aw, Y/N, you know I care about you. Don't worry, I was just watching TV. He shows up again, you call me first. I'm always here for you." Y/N gave him a timid smile, rubbing her belly. "I actually wanted to ask you something if you don't mind…" Sam nodded at her to go on. The truth was, he liked her too. She was super adorable, and the pregnant belly of hers made her glow like an angel.
One of the main reasons why he decided to help her out so eagerly was the fact that he wanted to get closer to her, maybe ask her out someday in the future. They would be a happy little family; Sam, Y/N and the baby. He was ready to look after them both, no bias to the baby. "...Sam?" He snapped out of his thoughts, blinked and shook his head.
"Sorry, sorry, got lost in thoughts. What?" The timid smile was back on her face. "I was just wondering if you'd like to go on a date sometime with me… of course you can say no, I won't mind, but I'd really like it if you say yes…" No way. "Y/N, I'd love to go on a date with you, that's fantastic! How about this Saturday, two days from now, at 8 we go to dinner?"
Y/N smiled brightly at his words. "Oh— okay, okay, that will be great! Yeah, yeah, Saturday works for me. So, um, see you then— or maybe before that if I need something, I—" Sam smiled at her endearing behavior as he skittishly ran back to her apartment, a giddy smile on her face. "The things you do to me, Ms Y/L/N," Sam laughed to himself as he went back to his own apartment.
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A loud, wailing noise pulled Sam out of his slumber. He immediately sat up and checked his phone, walking out of his apartment to ring Y/N's doorbell. She opened the door with a tired smile on her face, greeting him with a quick kiss. "Little one giving you trouble?" he smiled fondly as the two went to the baby's bedroom, who was sobbing at the top of his lungs.
A few days had passed since Y/N had given birth, and since Sam and Y/N started dating. She had a little boy; they named him Luke. "The crying just doesn't stop," Y/N sighed, leaning against the doorframe as Sam entered the bedroom, picking Luke up. The baby quieted instantly, peering up at Sam with his big eyes. "There, there, don't cry. We gotta let your mommy get some sleep or she becomes very cranky."
"Hey!" Sam grinned at her. "I was only kidding, darling, you know I like you," he winked and Y/N shook her head. "Good thing I like you too." A few minutes later, as the baby fell asleep again, Sam's phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out and saw multiple, hurried texts from Vision. "What happened?" Y/N asked him as he stared at the phone, trying to make sense of the messages. "I don't know."
Y/N grabbed his phone and looked through the cryptic messages, her eyes going wide. "Wanda is in labor! The twins are coming," she whispered and an incredulous expression showed up on Sam's face. "She's only 8 months in, that can't be right." Y/N slapped her forehead. "They're twins, Cap, they always come early. Go to the hospital, I'll see you tomorrow morning."
They shared another kiss, giving each other smiles. "I'll see you then." Sam then left the apartment, rolling his eyes at another weird message Vision had left him.
"For God's sake, you're a robot, how hard is it to type?!"
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A/N: Thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!
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serendipityrogers · 3 years
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sunday’s with a solider || b. barnes
part one 
summary: after a good date with bucky, (y/n) figures out who she’s really getting involved with. 
pairing: bucky barnes x female!librarian!reader 
warnings: kissing (??), swearing
an: im honestly speechless, the first part of this series has 150+ notes! i’m so happy you guys liked it! i’m debating on make this a three or a four-part series, please let me know what you think, but there will definitely be at least another part. one of the next, or the next, will include some spice, if you know what i mean. and who do y’all want me to write about next? im thinking mr. steve rogers. 
tags: @biixlv​
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“Please tell me you’re a booth person and not a table person.” You chuckled, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Uh, yeah.” He laughed and rolled his eyes at you. He began walking towards one of the booths. You followed happily behind him, scooting into the opposite side of the booth. He pulled off his hat and both his gloves, setting them on the seat next to him. You propped your head on the palm of your hands, stopping yourself from looking at his metal hand, you weren’t even sure if it was metal.
The diner was one that had been in this town for, at least, forty years, and it definitely showed its age. It was trying to be a ‘retro diner’ in the eighties, so that aged it another thirty years. You grew up coming here with your family, the food was good, and you thought the inside was cute. The building was longer than it was wide, and the floor reminded you of a checkerboard. There was a long bar on the left, space for waiters to maneuver, and a long panel of metal enclosing the kitchen portion. Bright red bar stools were implemented into the floor, screwed into the floor, every two feet or so. On the right, were five or six booths, the same shade of red as the bar stools, big enough for about four people max. 
“Hey, sugar!” A familiar voice chirped to your left. Your eyes met a familiar pair of green ones, and a smile immediately filled your face. “Hey, Mabel!” You cooed, half-standing under the table and wrapping your arms around her small, fragile frame. She smelled like coffee and smoke, as she always did. The two of you pulled away, and her eyes instantly went to Bucky. “Who's your friend?” She asked, raising her eyebrows at you. “Mabel, this is my friend James. James, this is Mabel.” You explained, quickly introducing the two. He smiled at her and stuck out his ‘normal’ hand to give her a handshake, which she was very fond of. 
“Well, it is great to meet you, James! What can I get you to drink?” She had abandoned her notepad well before you were born, her ability to just remember someone’s order still amazed you. “Coffee please, no sugar or creamer please.” She smiled at him, and turned back towards me, “Regular for you, dear?” She asked, and you smiled, scrunching up your eyes and nose. She practically pranced away with a huge smile on her face. Bucky chuckled, pulling you from your thoughts, turning your head back towards him. His eyes were scanning over the faded laminated menu.
“How do you know Mabel?” He asked, looking up and unzipping his jacket, pulling it off his abdomen and onto the seat beside him, with his gloves and hat. “I grew up coming here with my family, she’s known me since I was in my mother’s stomach.” You explained, pointing to a picture above the bar. It was pretty faded after sitting in direct sunlight for over two decades, but it was a picture of Mabel, your mom, your dad, and you, you all had on party hats. “I had my first ten birthdays at this diner.” Bucky squinted his eyes and smiled once he made out the picture of baby you. 
“That’s awesome.” He said looking back at you. He opened his mouth to say something else, but Mabel cut him off. “Here is that coffee, Mr. James.” She slid the coffee in front of him, “And a regular for you, (Y/M/N).” She wiped her hands on her apron, “What can I get you two to eat?” Bucky looked at me, wanting me to order first. “We’ll both take the ‘67.” You smiled. She copied, “You got it, dearie.” And she walked away. Bucky cleared his throat, “Just trust me, Bucky,” You chuckled, placing your hands on top of his, “You’re gonna love it.” He paused for a moment, “I’ll hold you to that.” He winked at you. Did he just wink at you? Was he flirting? You immediately shot back at a wink and a flirty response, “Deal.”
The two of you ate and chatted for about an hour and a half. “Okay, you were right, that was the best food I’ve ever had.” He said, stacking your plates and utensils together, making it easier for Mabel when she took them off the table. “Can I get you two anything else?” She asked, picking up the two plates with ease. Bucky looked at you and you nodded a ‘no,’ and he looked back at Mabel, “No thank you, ma’am, but I will take the check.” He smiled. 
“No, Mabel, split the check pl-” But Mabel cut you off, “Sorry, dear, my hearing aid died, I can’t quite hear you. I’ll bring that check right to you, Mr. James.” Quickly walking away. “Bucky, no, I will pay for mine.” You insisted, going to reach for your purse. You looked around you in your seat in a panic, and then you remembered, it was in the saddlebag attached to his bike. He laughed at you as you came to that realization. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” You sighed, taking a sip of your drink. He simply shrugged and smiled, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. 
Once Mabel returned with the bill and Bucky’s card, the two of you stood, and he let you walk out first. It was a lot colder now, goosebumps layered your exposed arms, like a reflex you wrapped your arms around yourself. “Here, you take this.” He insisted, placing his heavy leather jacket on your shoulders. “No, I can't, you're gonna get cold too.” You began to shrug it off, but he placed his hands on your shoulders, stopping you. “I’ll be fine.” He smirked at you, his hands lingering for a little longer than normal. 
“Ready?” He asked as he straddled his bike, once more. You stuck your arms through the long sleeves, which went way past your fingertips. You took your seat behind him, and he handed you the helmet, and you slid it over your head. Similar to earlier, you snaked your arms around him, clasping your hands together, and resting around his mid-abdomen. His hands, once again, landed on your thighs, pulling you even closer to him, making a different type of goosebumps cover your arms. 
“Hang on tight, doll.” He said as the bike came to life. You were so glad you were wearing a helmet, so he couldn’t see the brush creep onto your cheeks. As you two rode, he used his prosthetic hand to steer the bike and kept his flesh hand on your knee the entire time. The sky had ditched the orange, pink, and red hues and was now littered in stars and moonlight. You didn’t want this to end, you felt like you could stay there for hours, but the library came into view a lot sooner than you wanted it to. 
The next day came and you got excited, as always, to see Bucky. Today was a little different though, after your date last night. Wait, was that even a date? It had to be, right? I mean he paid and flirted with you. 
“Bucky, why do you come in here every day?” You asked, peering at him over the book in your hands. He didn’t move for a second, you assumed he was finishing the sentence he was reading. “Well, all the libraries in New York City are crowded and noisy.” He explained, “So when I found this place while scoping out new libraries, even though it is quite a distance, I knew this place was it for me.” He smiled at you. “At least that was the reason initially.” He muttered, picking his book back up. 
“And what is that supposed to mean?” You set your book down this time, squinting your eyes at him, and propping your head up on your hands. “Well obviously, I now come back because the shitty coffee you offer is to die for.” He said sarcastically. You gasped and threw one of your pens at him, bouncing off his chest and onto the floor. He broke out into a fit of laughter, and you soon followed. 
“No, but now I come back to hang out with you.” He admitted to you, avoiding your stare. “Oh that so sweet…” You started, “...Dork.” Throwing another pen at him, this time hitting the bill of his hat. Bucky had come in every day for a little over a month now and missed not a single Sunday. “Hey (Y/F/N)?” Bucky asked, looking back up from his book. Your eyes didn’t leave the pages of your book, but you answered, “Yes, Buck?” You asked back, flipping the page. 
“I won’t be here tomorrow, and for a couple days after that.” When the words left his lips, a wave of sadness washed over you. Your lips twisted into a pout, looking towards him. “Why?” You asked, dragging out the word. “I have some obligations.” You rolled your eyes at him, “Okay, Mr. Mysterious.” You scoffed, feeling a bit upset. How long had he known? Why was he just now telling you? “I’m gonna be so bored without you.” You whined, leaning back in your chair with a huff. 
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” 
It was closing time now, and as usual, Bucky walked you to your car. “You better bring me a souvenir from wherever you’re going.” You joked, tossing your purse into the passenger seat, and turning back towards Bucky. “Would you prefer a T-shirt? Maybe some socks? How about a shot glass?” He joked back, leaning against the side of your car. “Surprise me.” You laughed, pushing his chest. 
As you went to pull away from his chest, his flesh hand wrapped around your wrist, softly. He placed it back on his chest, and his metal hand went to your hip, pulling you closer to him. The only distance between both of your chest was being occupied by your hand. You swore up and down that he could hear your heartbeat, but you were soon reassured because you could feel his heartbeat racing just as much as yours was. Bucky glanced down at your lips, and you did the same. 
You closed the space between your lips, and without thinking your eyes fluttered closed, taking in everything happening over your entire body. His lips were soft, tasting like coffee and mint. The growing stubble on his chin rubbed against the softness of your cheeks. His flesh hand was warm around your wrist, gripping it softly, he never wanted to hurt you. But the gestures with his metal hand were very different. It was leaving a cool tingling sensation against the small patch of exposed skin, and his grip was tighter, pushing you impossibly closer to him. You took your free hand, and placed it on his face, thumb running over his cheek, and your other four fingers resting on his neck. 
After what feels like minutes, but was probably only about thirty seconds, you pulled away from him. Reluctantly, of course. The two of you just stood there, not moving, relishing at the moment for as long as you could. “You know I meant to surprise me souvenir-wise, right?” You chuckled, messing with the hair on the nape of his neck. “Oh okay, we can just never do that again.” He sighed, messing with you. 
“No, no, we can definitely do that again.”
~
It was the first Sunday without Bucky in a while, he had been gone for almost a week now, you assumed working on his ‘obligations.’ You had been keeping yourself busy with a new book series, one that Bucky actually recommended to you. But today would be full of dusting, reorganizing, putting away some newer books, and vacuuming. It was probably around 3:30 in the afternoon, and you were dusting the large bay windows by the front of the store. 
You could feel the music moving through your body, making it impossible for you not to dance, at least just a little wiggle. You swayed your hips, the music taking over, singing into the duster like a microphone. Your free hand ran up the side of your body, from your thigh all the way up to your face. You threw your arm up over your head, and prancing around the tables, shifting the duster from a microphone to an electric guitar. When the song was finally over, and you were very much out of breath, you made your way back to the window. And when you did so, your heart dropped to your toes. There was a man standing on the opposite side of the window, watching you. 
It only took a few seconds for your fear to turn into relief. It was Bucky. You dashed to the left towards the door, unlocking the door, and running out to greet him. Practically leaping towards him, you wrapped both arms around his neck, and his arms snaked around your waist. After a few moments of swaying and just taking in his presence, you pulled away. He was smiling widely, “I didn’t mean to end your concert so soon, I was enjoying it.” Adding a chuckle. Your face blushed, and you put your hand over your eyes, peeking at him through your middle and ring finger, “Did you see the whole thing?” You asked, dreading his answer. “The whole thing.”
The two of you walked back inside, the music still playing loudly. There was a slow song playing, and you grabbed your phone to turn it down, but Bucky stopped you. “Wanna dance?” He asked, putting his hand out for you to grab. You smiled, happily taking it. He pulled your chest against his. Your arms rest on his shoulders, your fingers loosely interlocked. Both hands on your hips, both of you just rocking side to side. The music wasn’t even registering in your brain, you were just focusing on this moment with him. 
“I remember when this song came out.” He said softly. You cocked your eyebrow at him, “Didn’t this song come out in the fifties?” You asked confused, what did he mean by that? “So you really don’t know who I am, huh?” The question caught you off-guard, it sounded very egotistical. “No..?” You asked more like a question. And that’s when he explained everything, making a very long story very short. He explained the arm, the serum, and the ‘obligations.’ 
“You’re a fucking Avenger?” You asked, head in your hands, elbows on your knee. “Well, technically I’ve never been asked to be one, but kind of.” His hand on your back, rubbing it in small circles. “So you’re the James Buchanan Barnes from the Captain America museum?” He nodded. Everything kind of flooded back to your memory, you knew you heard the nickname “Bucky” before, and you knew he looked somewhat familiar, but you assumed he just looked kinda similar to an actor or something. 
It was silent for a good five minutes, but Bucky broke it. “Hey, guess what?” He asked, trying to hide the upturn of his lips. What now? Was he gonna break some more news to you? Was he also part alien? “Hmm?” That was all you said, running your fingers through your hair. He moved his hand to reach into his backpack and pulled out a book, sliding it towards you. 
“Russian Urban Legends.” You read the title, quickly flipping through the book with your thumb. “Flip to page 48, and tell me what it says.” He said, propping his head upon his hands. You did as he said and landed on page forty-eight. “The Winter Soldier.” You read the words written in a bright red font, the page decorated in grainy photos and ridiculously cheesy government lettering and drawings. Bucky looked at you, prompting you to continue. 
“A ghost story or a real threat?”
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harrywritingsbyme · 4 years
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A Cute Tummy
Based Off Of This Ask
A/N: This concept is too cute!!! And I really wanted to write some fluffy fluff for you guys🥰✨! ! haven’t written some through and through, completely soft, and innocent fluff in a hot lil minuet...so here ya go! I hope it doesnt suck...Enjoy🙃
When it came to pregnancy pounds, you weren’t the only one the conversation applied to. Harry had managed to put on a bit of baby weight as well.
In the beginning of your pregnancy, Harry’d tried his best to keep you both on a healthy diet that had little space for junk and fast food. He was determined to always put his best foot forward when it came to keeping you and the baby healthy. And he was able to successfully keep his little family on a clean and healthy diet for the first four months of your baby journey. But once the five month mark of your pregnancy hit, all of that was completely thrown out the window. Your already haywire hormones mixed with your now haywire cravings was something that Harry couldn’t handle. He was still able to get you to eat a healthy salad and some fruits and vegetables, but there was a bit of a battle involved.
Whenever the thing you were craving the most wasn’t in the house, you’d get so sad. So sad to the point of you suddenly bursting into tears at times. This prompted Harry to stock up on those items so that you’d be happy, even if they weren’t exactly the healthiest things in the world. He would even go as far as to get up in the middle of the night when you softly woke him up to go out and get the pizza or the burger and fries you wanted. He’d pick himself up out of the warm bed that he was once cuddling with you in, get himself dressed, and take a little drive to the shops to pick up some food for you. And when he placed the order, he’d even throw in something for himself. Harry quickly realized that whenever he brought you something to eat, he had to eat as well. Whenever he didn’t get something for himself, you’d start to feel really bad for making him get out of bed just to get you something you wanted. You also felt bad because you were also making Harry break his own healthy food rule to satisfy your cravings.
And Harry didn’t like that at all.
Even though he wasn’t a big fan of getting out of his very comfy bed in the middle of the night, he’d never pass up on doing it for you. Harry’s inability to say no to you wasn’t just because he didn’t like it when you were sad or seeing you cry. He also went out of his way to make you happy because you were doing so much for him. You were carrying his child. So Harry felt that the least he could do was get up out of bed and get you what you wanted or let you indulge a bit in your unhealthy foods.
Now Harry’s baby weight gain wasn’t just due to the pattern of eating whenever you ate. It was also due to Harry’s presence, or lack thereof, at the gym. And it was only two floors away. Normally, he’d get up early to head down to his home gym to have his regular morning work out. But as you progressed through your pregnancy, you’d been enjoying and yearning for more and more cuddles. You’d cling onto him in the mornings and snuggle up to him even more as stirred when he woke up and began to mentally prepare to work out. You’d be so warm and adorable that Harry couldn’t just rip himself from your arms to go and workout. So he’d forgo his morning routine to spend more time with you. And to be completely honest, Harry wouldn’t have it any other way. If getting out of bed at night to get food was a struggle, getting up in the morning to work out would be even worse.
So with your cravings and Harry’s decision to take a pause in his workouts, it was pretty inevitable for him to put on a couple pounds. But for Harry, it was one thing to know that and another to see it. It’d been two months since your cravings went crazy and about 3 months since his last workout. In that time, Harry’d gained a bit of weight and a pretty big insecurity about it.
While you were in the nursery folding up some of the onesies your parents had bought for bubs, Harry decided to hop in the shower. After standing under the hot water for a good thirty minutes, Harry turns the water off and wraps his towel around his waist before heading back into the bedroom to get dressed. As he makes his way over to grab some clothes from the dresser, he looks over into the mirror and sees it. He looks at his reflection to see his once toned stomach poking out. He hadn’t fully entered the status of dad yet and he already had the body for it. Harry didn’t mind being soft and squishy, but he’d never been this soft and squishy. He’d gotten so caught up in examining the little pooch that was clinging to his lower abdomen that he didn’t even notice you waddle your way into the room.
“What’s wrong baby?” You ask concernedly. You had to get down to why your husband had such a downcast look on his face.
“M’fine sweets.” Harry whispers, turning his head from the mirror to send you a soft smile.
“No your not. And it’s not nice to not share with your pregnant wife.” You reply matter of factly, turning your head slightly to the side to emphasize your point.
“S’just-“ Harry begins, pausing for a moment to gather his thoughts. “It’s just that my body’s not the same as it was a couple months ago.” Harry explains sorrowfully.
“Ditto.” You chuckle, motioning down to your now seven month old belly that was resting in your lap.
“Exactly! And I don’t wanna talk about it because your situation is far more important than mine.” Harry replies, attempting to put an end to the conversation and dismiss his feelings. But you weren’t having it.
“Harry...” You begin, trying to lift yourself up from your position on the edge of the bed to go over to him.
“Don’t get up!” Harry coos urgently, quickly shuffling over to stop you.
“Harry, no problem of yours is insignificant. Yes I’m pregnant. But that doesn’t mean that you’re any less important. I may be carrying this baby, but you helped make it. And with that being said, you have a right to voice your feelings. So tell me what’s going on.” You reason with him. As you did this, you wrapped your slightly swollen hands around his. You really wanted him to know that his feelings mattered.
“I guess m’just a bit insecure about my tummy.” Harry whispers, continuing to hold onto your hands in front of you.
“Well I love your tummy and I think it’s cute.” You say pointedly up to him with a wide smile.
“Really?!” Harry asks surprisedly.
“Yes! I think it’s very cute and you do not need to doubt that at all.” You continue, making sure that Harry fully understands your stance on this tummy. “And once our bubby finally comes, all three of us will match. We’ll all have cute little tummies.” Y/n says confidently.
“Bubs’ tummy will be cuter though.” Harry pouts.
“Of course, baby tummies are the cutest things in the world! But yours will still be cute.” You whisper, making sure to send Harry a little wink.
“Thanks baby.” Harry hums, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips before making his way over to the dresser to finally get dressed.
“Do you like daddy’s tummy bubby?” You whisper to your stomach, smoothing your hand down and around your bump to feel any movement from the baby. “Well she didn’t kick, but she did move around a little bit. So that could be yes!” You announce excitedly, causing Harry to let out a loud laugh, which further resulted in bubs moving around even more. With her, Harry definitely had nothing to worry about when it came to his tummy.
Harry’s baby weight gain wasn’t the most ideal situation for him. But if gaining his own amount of baby weight meant that you were able to be happy and just glide through your pregnancy the way you deserved, he’d gain all the weight in the world. Plus matching with you and bubs doesn’t sound that bad either.
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Ignorance is bliss - G.W
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soft dom! George Weasley x Fem Reader
Prompts 21 & 22:
21: “why are you crying love?” his voice called out softly.
22: Tears welled up in your eyes “you can shove your puking pastilles up your arse!”
Requested/About: The reader makes special plans with George but he forgets all about them. When he finds her crying, she snaps at him and ignores him for a week - one day he sees her in the courtyard talking to her best-friend Draco. George doesn’t like this, so he picks her up and carries her to her dorm, making it up to her for missing last week.
Warnings: oral (female receiving), multiple orgasms, sex, squirting, shaking, sobbing, begging, use of the safe word, size kink, fem masturbation and praising. 
You braided your hair and looked at yourself one last time in the mirror, wearing your best mini skirt and crop top, looking out of your dorm window, you felt butterflies swarm in your stomach. 
You and George decided to have date night once a week from today onwards, the grounds of Hogwarts had more scenery than you thought and only being able to go to Hogsmeade at the weekend started to become slightly boring.  
Sneaking out of the grounds, the sun kissed your bare shoulder and you hurried off to the Quidditch Pitch, waiting for George. A few seconds went by, then minutes, you kept pondering up and down the pitch, waiting and looking around for any sight of your boyfriend. 
The minutes fizzled out into an hour, the warm early evening dissipating into a cold and chilly evening, the sky got darker and darker, you could see the stars twinkling in the sky. At this rate, you knew if George were to show up, it would be too late - he had stood you up again and your sun kissed shoulder was now being nibbled on by the cold. 
You stormed back to the castle, carrying your bag of food you nicked from the hardworking house elves, walking into the Gryffindor common room you saw George making fun of his little brother Ron, completely oblivious to your entrance. Storming over to him with tears spilling down your face, you dumped the bag of food in his lap and stormed off to your room. 
George looked up into your eyes and his smirk dropped “why are you crying love?” he called out softly. 
Ignoring his calls, you walked into your room, wiping off your make up with a baby wipe and bunched your hair up into a loose ponytail, you pulled off your clothes and got dressed into your pyjamas. 
“please can talk to me, darling.” 
“You stood me up again, you said you wouldn’t and you’d take things seriously this time!”
George’s face dropped, remembering the date he was supposed to show up for hours ago, you pushed past time and let you owl out to go and hunt for the night. 
“shit, I-I’m sorry, Y/N, I just got so caught up in-”
Tears welled up in your eyes “you can shove your puking pastilles up your arse!” 
George tried to take hold of you arm but you pulled yourself out of his grip, you made your bed and stared at him “I don’t want to talk anymore, George, please just leave me alone.”
For the rest of the week you ignored George, he had stood you up so much that you didn’t dare waste anymore of your time with him, instead of joining him on your way to meal times and class, you started spending more time with your best friend Draco.
“Why is Y/N talking to that tosspot?” Ron asked George, walking out to the courtyard, Fred following behind. 
George stopped in his tracks and stared at you and Draco, grinning from ear to ear and laughing, him straightening out your robes. He hated the fact you and Draco were so close, he hated it even more that the platinum blonde was making you smile and laugh. 
Draco stopped mid sentence and looked up at your boyfriend who shoved himself between the both of you. 
“Cheers pal, but me and Y/N will be off now” George lifted you up and placed you over his shoulder. 
“George! Don’t be stupid, put me down!” you ordered, trying to break free. 
George rolled his eyes and laughed lightly “you can’t ignore me forever, love.” 
Students stared at you as George walked down the halls and up the stairs, taking you to his empty dorm room, he placed you down on his bed and smirked at you. Your annoyed expression fell and you smirked slightly, trying not to chuckle. 
“Think you can ignore me forever, do you?” George bit his lip and pulled you down the bed, your legs hanging over the edge. 
You rolled your eyes “I was doing pretty well until you kidnapped me”
George scoffed “oh, shut up” he got out his wand and walked away from you. 
“no one will be able to hear us, will they? or walk in?” you asked, watching him, resting your head against the bed.
“not at all” George replied, placing a silencing charm around the room and locked the door. 
Walking towards you and placing his wand back in his pocket, George’s stare turned hungry, his eyes burning into you. He got onto his knees, lifting your skirt up and pulling your knickers down. 
“still want to ignore me, love?” he growled, dropping your knickers to the floor.
You shook your head and propped yourself up to look down on him “not at all”
George spat on his fingers and slowly circled them around your clit, making you moan out almost instantly after being so touch starved. George continued to stroke your clit until he attacked it with soft kisses, rubbing his fingers between your folds before circling them around your entrance.
His long and gentle tongue swirled around your clit, sucking it gently, he looked up at you with his beautiful brown eyes and slowly pushed two fingers inside of you. Still eating you out and now finger fucking you, George applied pressure over your lower abdomen whilst he kept you pushed down on the bed.
George loved going down on you, he loved using his fingers and tongue to explore you and got off knowing how much you loved him being down there.
Your fingers ran through his hair, massaging his scalp whilst you kept him in place while he ate your cunt, his silky saliva coating your pussy. Coming up for air, George looked at you and you blushed madly at the sight of him; your juices all over his red puffy lips.
“You look so fucking hot” you breathed out.
George licked his lips “you taste so fucking good, I want you to cum on my fingers and tongue” he dived back down on you and continued to eat you out.
You hear rolled back and you scrunched your eyes shut, his fingers and tongue playing you like a delicate instrument, causing you to make all kinds of noises.
“Your tongue and fingers... incredible” you moaned again.
George started to flick his tongue faster against your swollen, pink clit and his fingers were also moving faster inside of you, stimulating your G-Spot; he could feel you tightening around his fingers.
George moved his mouth off you again “go on” he encouraged you “cum for me”
You nodded your head and continued to watch him, his tongue swirling against your clit, then sucking it, all the while his fingers penetrating you and motioning ‘come here’.
The heaviness pooled in your stomach, you laid back and relaxed, instead of chasing the orgasm and stressing, you allowed it to come to you. Your back began to arch and your knees began to knock against George.
You tried to push yourself away but George held you down, you lifted yourself up and held George down, cumming and feeling the pressure continue to build up.
“I’m going to squirt” you moaned out.
George moaned against your pussy “squirt love, all over my fingers”
The pressure inside of you finally burst and you were hit with a wave of pleasure, liquid squirting out from beneath you, all over George’s fingers and arm.
George withdrew his fingers and got up from his knees, climbing onto you he kissed you, your tongues circling one another, his dick getting even harder knowing you could taste yourself on his lips.
You pulled George’s jumper and shirt off, your fingers running to his trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping them so he could take them off.
“Take off your robes” he ordered you “your shirt and bra too”
George moved back for a moment to pull off his trousers and his boxers, causing his hard cock to slap against his stomach. His hungry eyes roamed your body, taking in your breasts, your curves, each and every part of you - he smirked and pulled off your skirt.
You glanced down at his erection and yours widened “you’re so fucking big, George.” 
George blushed and placed a condom onto his length before adding lube, he brushed his cock against your entrance teasingly, pulling you closer to him so he could rest your legs on his shoulders. 
You stared up into his gorgeous eyes and bit your lip, he bent down to kiss you and pushed himself inside of you, the two of you letting out soft moans as you got used to his size and your walls tightening around him.
“you’re so bloody tight, love.” George grunted, starting to fuck you. 
You continued to moan, your hands gripping onto his bedsheets, each trust George made inside of you made you moan out louder, your hands moved up to your breasts and you started to caress them gently. 
“that's it” he breathed “play with your tits for me”
Doing as you were told got George off even more, you could feel his length deep inside of you, hitting your sensitive G-Spot making you arch your back and beg for more. 
“please don’t stop!” you wailed, on the verge of tears “you feel so good!”
George licked his lips and moaned your name, he leaned down again to kiss you, your tongues fighting one another again. George pulled away from the kiss and with one hand he pulled it down to your sensitive slit. 
“Touch yourself over me, love, make yourself cum for me.” he growled lowly.
You nodded and started to play with yourself, your gentle fingers gliding over your clit in circular motions whilst you slowly bucked your hips whilst George continued to fuck you. 
“such a good girl, aren’t you?” George moaned out, watching you pleasure yourself. 
George leaned back and got on his knees, his hands gripped onto your hips for support and with each thrust you could feel him hit your G-Spot - you had to focus extra hard to keep playing with yourself with the amount of pleasure George was giving you. 
“just for you” you sobbed
George groaned out, your walls tightening even more around his twitching cock.
You couldn’t stop the tears welling up in your eyes, the pleasure started to rive you over the edge - getting close from playing with yourself and George getting you close too, the familiar heaviness building up inside of you.  
Your eyes scrunched shut, tears of pleasure running down your cheeks “I can feel your dick so deep inside me, George I’m getting close.”
Your sobs of pleasure aroused George even more, your legs started to shake uncontrollably on his shoulders, making him grip onto you even tighter to keep you still. Your moans got louder and filled the dorm room, the pressure in your lower stomach getting heavier until you finally released again. 
“good girl” George moaned
Your liquid soaked George and his bed covers, making him twitch even more inside of you, the beads of sweat on his forehead twinkling against the beams of the sun, breaking through the gap in the curtains.
“your dick is so fucking big” you sobbed through moans, knowing it would get him closer “cum for me, George”
George finished his marathon and released, just as you called out the safe word, your legs shaking so much like you had been struck by lightening. 
George pulled out, collapsing next to you and pulling off his filled condom, tossing it lazily in the bin. 
“I’m sorry, love” he breathed out “didn’t cross any boundaries, did I?” he wrapped his arm around you.
You shook your head, trying to catch your breath “no, it was perfect timing really” 
George placed a kiss on the side of your head “I’m still going to make it up to you” he mumbled.
You blushed lightly and smiled “oh yeah?”
George smiled back “yeah, I’m taking you out for a drink tomorrow.”
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Unspoken - Part Two
Bucky Barnes x Fem Reader
Summary: Y/N is a superhero with telekinetic and healing capabilities. The only catch, she doesn’t speak (italicized words are thoughts).
Word Count: ~2k words
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While Y/N was in the bathroom, Sam and Bucky had a conversation. Although they tried to keep their voices hush, Y/N could hear mumblings through the wall.
“How did you get her to stay?” Sam asked. “I don’t know, I was rambling for a while and she just wrote down on paper.” Bucky said. “Are you ok?” Sam asked. “Yeah, she just reminds me a bit of myself when I was recovering.” Sam nodded. “Maybe she’s been through some shit-“ Y/N opened the bathroom door and the conversation stopped. “So Bucky did you finally decide what to eat?” Sam recovered quickly so Y/N didn’t raise any suspicion. “Uh I guess I’ll get the parm.” Bucky said. “I’ll call it in. Be right back.” Sam left the room and called the food in from outside. Y/N sat down on a bed, pulled out her book and started reading. “Um- that’s Sam’s bed. I don’t know what we’ll do for the sleeping situation tonight.” Bucky said awkwardly. She gets up and sit in a chair instead, continuing her reading.
When Sam returns he finally breaks the ice. “The food should be here in half an hour. So do you want a bed to yourself or do you mind sleeping with one of us?” Y/N ponders for a moment. It would be nice to avoid any awkwardness and sleep alone. Plus it seems the two could use some bonding. Something about their friendship seems off. On the other hand, I feel like I can trust Sam. Y/N points to Sam’s bed. “I already told her it was your bed.” Bucky points out. “Are you ok with that?” Sam asks and she nods her head. Sam and Bucky exchange silent glances. Sam’s was a look of victory, he got her to nod. Bucky’s was a look of jealousy. Sam tried half as hard and got more communication from her.
Y/N read some more, but she finished her book. Since she only carries one with her at a time, she was at a loss. “Good book?” Sam asked. Y/N handed him the book and he flipped through the pages. Y/N looked over at Bucky, who was looking back at her. Unable to handle the queasy feeling, she immediately looked away. “Hmm seems interesting.” Sam handed the book back. Y/N grabbed the remote from the desk. How are these dudes just sitting here? Don’t they want something to pass the time? Y/N turned on the television and flipped through the channels. She decided on the sports channel, something she thought the guys would enjoy. They sat and watched the game until a knock sounded at the hotel room door.
Sam grabbed the food and paid the delivery guy, who spent his time looking at Y/N in the background. Bucky caught wind of this and tightened his jaw at the sight. Bucky felt a wave of overprotection wash over him. He didn’t know why, but Bucky didn’t want to think about Y/N being with someone. Bucky shot a death glare at the delivery guy, who started to look a little worried. When Sam finally shut the door, eating time began. The hotel room was silent as everyone enjoyed their meals. Y/N didn’t want to look too desperate, but this salad was the largest meal she’d had in days. Y/N is not good at prioritizing her money, she spends it all on books and coffee. Sam noticed that she finished her salad within minutes. “We could have gotten you something else if we knew you were that hungry. Want some money for the vending machine?” Sam offered as Y/N looked up at him. Without prompt, Sam grabs some money out of his bag. “Go crazy girl.” He hands her two dollars. Y/N leaves to find the vending machine.
“Dude, did you give the delivery guy one of your stone cold stares? He looked like he was about to piss himself.” Sam said, laughing. Bucky avoided eye contact as he took a bite of his food. “He was staring at her. The look in his eyes just gave me a bad feeling.” Bucky defended himself but Sam could see right through it. “You know she looks at you, right? When you’re not paying attention.” Sam added. Bucky shook his head. “I doubt it. If anything she likes you.” Sam put down his fork. “That’s where I disagree. She trusts me more, but she likes you.” Sam paused but saw no reaction from Bucky. “Fine, want to make a bet? If she likes you, you have to wash our laundry for the week.” Bucky shoved another bite of chicken parm in his mouth. “How would we know if she likes me?” Sam huffed a smile. “You mean besides the goo goo eyes she’s been giving you? I don’t know, maybe if she makes a move or something.” Bucky sighed. She doesn’t even talk to me, she barely gives me any sort of acknowledgment. I’ll win this bet, easy. “Fine, we have a deal.” The two men shook hands.
After walking around for a few minutes, Y/N found the vending machine in a hidden corner. Her eyes widened at the sight of a candy bar. Y/N ate the chocolate on a bench outside, not wanting to interrupt the guys. She comes back inside to see the two finished eating and getting ready to sleep. The room smelt strongly of Italian food.
“I���m going to shower real quick.” Bucky announced, not knowing Y/N was in the room. The tone of his voice is different. Y/N made a mental note. Y/N took off her shoes and approached Sam’s bed. “I’ll keep this between us but, can you tell me your name?” Sam asked. Y/N contemplated. Ah screw it. I’m feeling generous today. Y/N took the hotel notepad and wrote her name down. She folded up the paper and handed it to Sam. “Y/N. What a pretty name.” He said with a smile. “I promise I won’t tell Bucky.” Y/N got under the covers and turned off the lamp next to her. “Goodnight Y/N.” Sam said and got into bed.
The two slept with their backs towards each other, however, that gave Y/N a direct line of sight to Bucky’s bed. When Bucky got out of the shower, the bathroom light shined in her face. She saw his damp hair, he was only wearing boxers. Y/N got a quick peek at his abdomen. Bucky smirked at Y/N when he noticed her look. He slept facing Y/N, hoping to get a glimpse of what she looks like asleep in the morning.
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Bucky was the last to awaken in the morning, Sam getting up for an early run and Y/N taking a shower. Bucky finally got out of bed when he heard the bathroom door open. Y/N’s hair was wet and she smelt fresh. Bucky awkwardly got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Y/N watched him from behind, subtly checking him out without him knowing. Just as Bucky finished getting dressed, Sam came back. “I’ll meet you guys for breakfast I’m just gonna shower real quick.” Sam said, short of breath.
After breakfast, the three went to scope out their next mission. They had intel about the position of the super soldiers and it appeared to be correct. “Let’s go in, while they least expect it.” Sam said. “Wait, what if there’s civilians in there?” Bucky asked. “Well I have yet to see a single one. Even if we just start from outside we can get them.” Bucky contemplated for a minute. “Ok, what do we do with her?” Bucky gave Y/N a side eye. “She helps us out, yeah?” Y/N nodded in Sam’s direction. “Sounds like a plan. Let’s get in there.”
There turned out to be more super soldiers than originally expected, causing the team some struggles. Y/N was a big help, moving large objects to thwart groups of them. However, there came a point where the three of them were encircled by the soldiers.
“Y/N look out!” Sam yelled and Y/N stopped a flying sword that was coming after her. Bucky stopped in his tracks. “Y/N, hm that’s her name.” He mumbled to himself. However, he didn’t have much more time to think about it because another super soldier came running at him. Y/N grabbed the sword and started fighting soldiers with combat as well. Y/N heard a gun click and turned her head to see it was pointing at Sam and Bucky. When the gun fired, Y/N made the bullets fall to the ground. The soldier wasted an entire round of bullets.
The soldiers ended up giving in, but running away as a group. Sam chased after them, but to no avail. Bucky looked to be in pain, as he was crouched on the ground, groaning. Y/N approached him and saw his hand covering his shoulder. It looks like he was stabbed. Y/N reaches her hand out and heals the wound, Bucky’s breathing slowed. Y/N also healed the cuts on his face and arm. Bucky watched in amazement as Y/N used her powers to heal him. He liked the feel of her gentle hands on his skin. He looked into her eyes, “Thank you, Y/N.” Y/N nodded and helped Bucky stand up. She liked the sound of her name coming from his mouth. Sam returned appearing unharmed. “Let’s get our stuff, they’re heading north.”
Another night another hotel with only two beds. This time felt different, though, now that Bucky’s wounds are healed, he doesn’t have to take this time to recover from them. He was excited to get a good sleep. “How about we take turns yeah? Y/N can swap between beds so that way it’s fair?” Y/N shrugged as if she didn’t care. However, she was excited to share a bed with Bucky.
That night Bucky and Y/N also slept with their backs facing each other. Bucky was awakened in the middle of the night by some murmurs from the other side of the bed. Bucky turned on the light and looked over to Y/N. She was having a nightmare and talking in her sleep. Bucky turned off the light and settled back into bed. Her voice sounded so vulnerable and desperate. It made him sad that he had to hear her voice for the first time like that, but there was nothing he could do about her nightmare. He wondered if Sam dealt with the same thing the night before. It was hard to fall back asleep because then Y/N started to quietly whimper. When the whimpers stopped Y/N woke up. She slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom, teary eyed. She washed up and brought herself back into reality. It was just a dream. I hope I didn’t wake anyone else up. Y/N would be embarrassed if they knew.
Y/N went back to bed, and Bucky whispered her name, “Y/N, is everything ok?” He obviously wouldn’t be able to tell in the dark so he turned on the lamp. He turned towards Y/N, who had wrapped the blanket around her, her eyes red. “You know I, I get nightmares too.” Bucky sat up, close to Y/N, his voice barely a whisper. Y/N’s heart started racing at the thought of him hearing her dreams. “For a while I wasn’t a good guy, I was under mind control and torture. I did things, horrible things you could never imagine.” Y/N watched him as he spoke, while Bucky stared into the distance. “I’m still not over it, but it does get better. I promise.” Bucky slowly moved his arm to rest on Y/N’s blanketed shoulder. “If you ever want to talk-or I guess write about it, I’m here.” Y/N liked the sound of his voice, soft and comforting. Bucky looked over to Y/N to see her looking right back at him. Y/N felt her embarrassment wash away. She gave Bucky a small smile, which he returned. I guess he’s different than I thought. Y/N laid down and faced opposite of Bucky, ready to go back to sleep. Bucky reached over and turned off the light. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
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Little Moth - Chapter 3 - Rebirth
[Thank you so much to everyone that has read my story so far and thank you again for liking and sharing the chapters and master-list, it means so much to me and spurs me on to write more]
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Y/N Protagonist, female. Reader X Karl Heisenberg. [18+]
Summary: What happened during the attack leaves you with questions for the ever-enigmatic Duke. You took down a beast that was like nothing you’ve ever seen before, but what lies beyond now that you’ve reached your destination?
Trigger Warnings: Chronic joint-pain, menstruation, nudity & genitalia.
Soundscapes Ambience Suggestions: Forest
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It made sense to stick with your newfound comrade for the remainder of the journey, for it wasn’t long until you approached the sight of lights in the distance. Night soon fell after the attack, and now, at the edge of the forest, atop a sudden drop you could see the golden glow of candlelight scattered around the village. Though it was not full, the moon’s light helped to pick out the odd detail here and there, and you could see it looked not to dissimilar to many villages that you had seen before from afar, but yet in closer detail it looked somehow as though it was stuck in time. In the distance you recognised it now from Leon’s photographs, the castle or mansion, you weren’t quite sure which.
“Are you sure I can’t escort you directly into the Village, maybe find you an Inn, somewhere at least a little less exposed and safer than out here?” The Duke, for that was how he had now introduced himself to you, asked politely.
“Not today.” You replied. You needed to be alone, and despite the dangers, out here in the forest you were beginning to feel more like yourself than you had ever felt before.
You stopped for a moment, eyes looking down, and then across to the bow that you held still in your hand. “Back there, in the forest, what happened? Who was that?” You asked, turning to look up at the Duke. He looked down at you, fondness masked a little behind mystery, “A friend.” He replied.
“But who?” You demanded, taking a step towards him without meaning to.
The Duke began to turn his carriage, now patched up as best as it could be for the remainder of his journey, and he turned his head to face you one last time.
“It is a very dangerous thing to know one’s friends.” He smiled, but something else lay behind the smile, some knowing. “Keep the bow, it is a gift. When one wields a bow, it can feel as though it becomes a part of you.” He paused, “There is more to you than meets the eye, you bring your own darkness to this place; but promise me this little moth, you know where I am should I be of any use to your crusade.” You nodded silently and watched him until he was all the way out of sight. Your attention was caught by something where the carriage had been stood; your small luggage bag. How?
You pulled it up and threw it over your shoulder. Arghhh! Tears welled at your eyes which darted back down to your knee and you drew a sharp breath through your teeth. After all that and it’s my knee that’s causing me to howl. You could feel it, at some point the joint had slid, the cartilage had pinched the softer tissues. It had happened before during dislocations. This was not the right time for this. At the very moment as these thoughts a sharp pain then hit your lower abdomen and more tears welled in your eyes. A mixture of cramps and the pain from where the arrows had made their mark made you feel weak. I need to find a place to rest. You dragged yourself back into the forest, deep enough to feel alone until you found a place that at least had some shelter from the elements.
A very small clearing between a tangle of thick tree roots, forgotten by time. You found a couple of long, sturdy sticks to hold up a small tarpaulin that you’d had folded away into your bag and pulled out a thin sleeping bag to put under it. It was a risk to make a fire for warmth, but a risk that at this point you were willing to make, and created a small circle of stones, filling the centre with a turret of dried wood and kindling inside, lighting this quickly with your lighter. It finally dawned on you to check your wounds; despite it all you weren’t too bad, the obvious scrapes and cuts here and there; arm, knee, cheek. Those would heal. You pulled up your layers to expose your stomach to the cool air of the forest, cool now becoming icy with the moisture that hung in the air. You winced, hissing. It stung, it stung bad, but it would be ok once you cleaned it. You set to work; water from a hip flask, antiseptic from the medi-kit. You considered the stitches, but you knew that you could heal this without that, it would be slower, there would be very obvious scarring, but you had a feeling those stitches might be more of a necessity further into your mission.
“’Cause the Red Storm hits me today.” You mumbled to yourself, hand back over your abdomen and closing your eyes against the pain, wishing for a hot water bottle. You ate a little; dried meats and fruits from packets that you’d brought with you, and then you took to sitting beside the fire, poking it with another stick to keep it going, and lighting yourself a cigarette. The night was full of many sounds, the sounds of owls and small mammals were sounds that you had missed from your childhood. You’d grown up in a house sat next to a field, beyond that a vast woodland, not too different from this. Then there were the sounds that unsettled you; blood curdling screams and wailing. Although all in the distance, each one sent a ripple of fear through your entire body. You weren’t too sure what else to expect from this place, how long you would be here or what else you would face, but you kept reminding yourself of what you and Leon had faced together not so long ago in Racoon City, and why you were here in the first place. With every scream that filled the air, you listened close to see if it sounded like him.
“So, the light bringer has arrived.” The words made you jump out of your skin and you turned to see an old woman now perched besides you, learning forwards against a large stick, which was adorned with small trinkets and bones.
You didn’t say anything but just stared at her, a knot in your stomach. “Come now child.” She cackled softly, a warm smile on her all-knowing face. “Enlighten your elder, what do you seek on your travels?”
“I’m looking for a friend, if you must know.” It wasn’t like you to be this blunt, especially to the elderly, but it had been a rough day and this woman was making you feel uneasy to say the least.
“Perhaps the friend that you have come to find, is not the one that you think you seek.” She replied without hesitation. You raised an eyebrow at her, surely, she didn’t mean herself?
“Who are you?” You asked, looking her straight in the eyes, one of which you noticed was frosted over. Her face fell slowly, turning to look into the fire, before she began to pull herself back up to standing with her stick, the little beads clinking as she did so.
“I am everyone, and I am no one. They see me, and then they don’t. I know all, and yet I know nothing.” Her voice already seemed to start disappearing, things seemed to somehow grow a little hazier, was it the smoke from the fire? “He goes north, and he goes south, he can push as hard as you feel his pull. He can take many forms, you will know him when you seem him, but heed my words; the gravity between destined souls is a dangerous one, and can crush you with the force of nature.”
Everything went black and you passed out.
Song Suggestion: ‘Chimera’ by Hana
The night is silent, and you are forever alone in the forest’s green pasture deep, dark and timeless. In a trance like state, you stand, slowly but nimble, the night air cool against your bare flesh, for you are fully exposed in your natural form and beauty. You know not what guides you, but you find yourself back at the clearing where the beast that you had slain fell, it’s body intact, but a heap of blood and muscle circled up now into the foetal position. Lifting its head up towards you, out from under the big paw he’d held over it in his eternal slumber, you give him a new face; a mask. The skull from a giant deer, with antlers wildly big, adorned with beads, and bone and warning.
You take a fragment of slate from the ground and cut your palms, squeezing them, with pain, and yet with a hidden joy too, over the body. You feel the forest hum around you and bristle. Opening your eyes, still glassy with fog you see swirls and cascades of moths now, flying up from both yourself and the beast. The body stirs and then trembles, you reach out and take its hand, guiding it with you through both the crunch of snow and the moist welcome of the moss.
You come to a clearing, slightly larger than the one where you’d made the conscious decision earlier to set up camp. Here the ground was completely covered with different mosses, surrounded by ancient trees, their roots gnarly, like a wooded fortress around you. You could feel the innocent eyes of small woodland creatures watching you with curiosity, as you lead your beast down the moss-covered rocks towards a natural spring. He did as he was told and waited besides the pool and you descended further down the natural steps, the cool water climbing up your legs and meeting the warmth that was dripping ever so slowly from your womanhood. You let go, sinking your entire body into the cold waters, up to your neck, letting yourself lean back enough to see snatches of the starry sky through the trees. Your beast sat on his haunches, arms over his knees, leaning forward, drinking you up hungrily, thirsting for you, saliva dripping from the deer’s skull, his member tense and swollen from the mere sight of your hardened nipples breaking the surface of the water. But he wasn’t the only pair of eyes drinking you in this way. You floated in the black pool, the mirror of stars holding up your heavenly body as the water between your legs bloomed crimson and then you submerged yourself fully, completely disappearing. Your creature turned his head to the side and lurched forwards unsure for your safety, the life of the forest bristled in anticipation.
Not one crown broke the surface but two; Your hair wet and plastered to your face as you gasped for air, your eyes fully glazed now, entranced by the form in front of you. Somehow you couldn’t take in all the details of his face, but his godly size, the brawn of his shoulders, the lust he was trying so hard to hold back rising in his broad chest, keeping his face down turned, but his cold gold-silver eyes looking at you through a tangle of silvered black hair. You held each other’s gaze, seeming like forever, like your world could end in the blink of an eye. You raised your hands to touch him, and he for you, both knowing somehow that it was not fully possible, not believing that what you were seeing and feeling could be real, and yet; your hands found his, palm to palm, fingers lacing together, fire and lightning burning and sparking between the two of you.
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