#'please husband just bed him already. it is obvious it's what both of you want'

[vilnan]

i love nathaniel howe so so much!!!! gimme kith

[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 31

breeding kink - miya osamu x reader

word count: 1512

A/N: so this is it! thank you so much for everyone who stuck around for this kinktober event. 31 fics in 31 days, its the biggest project i have ever done. thank u for all the love and support ❤️

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What is stopping you?

Your mind repeated the question in your head every day, and it felt like your brain was yelling at you in frustration and confusion, wanting to know why exactly you were tongue tied in this situation. It made no sense to wait anymore. The time was ideal.

Truly, there couldn't be a better time to bring it up. You were happy with your job, Osamu’s business was flourishing; he had just opened another Onigiri Miya in Tokyo. He had a good staff now, an organized system on how to manage it all. He didn’t have to be the only person worrying for the business anymore, since he had hired experienced managers. It allowed him enough breathing room to come home early, cook a nice, hearty dinner for you both that you enjoyed while sprawled on the couch in front of the TV. Money wasn’t a worry anymore.

So really, what was stopping you from bringing up the topic of kids?

You seemed to have become lost in the same thoughts again because you only came to when Osamu nudged you, making you blink and tear your eyes away from the TV screen. He was looking at you questioningly, and you could see a hint of worry behind his dark eyes.

“What’s on yer mind, doll?”

You shook your head and smiled, shrugging a bit. “It’s no big deal ‘Samu. Just a project at work.”

He hummed a little, shoving more noodles into his mouth and sparing you little glances as he did so. You knew he didn’t believe you. Your husband knew you too well to fall for such an obvious lie. But you couldn’t, for the life of you, figure out how to broach the topic that was itching in the back of your mind for the last few days.

What do I even say? Put a baby in me?

You swallowed down the little knot that formed in your throat at the thought. Fuck. Was this turning you on? You grit your teeth tight enough that it hurt your jaw, scolding the little voice in your head to not do anything stupid.

When has your brain and lack of filter ever listened to you, though?

The next night, when Osamu had you sprawled on his lap, your back against his front, two fingers buried knuckles deep inside you and having pulled an orgasm out of you already, you babbled out the thought that had been plaguing you for many, many days.

“‘Sa- Samu,” you whined, long and desperate, dragging out his name. “Need your cock. Need your cum. Please.”

Osamu groaned in reply, pulling out his drenched fingers from your core and laying you on the bed. You pulled your legs up on instinct, spreading them wide, knees brought up to your sides. Osamu’s responding moan was sinful.

“S-shit, baby,” he breathed, clumsy hands quickly discarding his shirt and sweatpants. “Ya want it that bad? So ready to take me?”

You nodded your head frantically, back arching when he finally sunk his big, throbbing cock into you. The slide was comfortable and easy, considering how long you had spent spread apart on his fingers. Osamu wasted no time in immediately picking up speed, knowing exactly what spots to hit that had you reduced to a weepy mess.

You fumbled around until you had grabbed Osamu’s hands, hooking both of them under your knees and applying pressure. Osamu stared at you in realization before he shifted a bit and used his weight to hold your legs apart. You wanted him to put you in a mating press.

“This what ya want, sweetheart?” His voice was so hoarse you felt like you could cum just at the sound of it. “Fuck, ya look so sexy. All spread out fer me.”

Osamu was big on dirty talk, you knew. He loved speaking during sex and he loved when you spoke during sex. Over the years, you two had tried any and every thing in the bedroom that you possibly could, and you had lost all shame when it came to voicing your desires. The filthier, the better actually. Osamu could easily cum if you talked him through it.

Pair that with your days-old ruminating thoughts, and everything spilled out of you like word vomit.

“‘Samu,” you gasped. “Fuck me hard and deep, please. Please. Need to- need to be filled up with your cum, daddy. Need it.”

Osamu’s thrusts sped up and he cursed under his breath. “You’ll get it, babygirl. You’ll get daddy’s cum. Every last drop.”

You nodded frantically, crying out at a particularly well aimed thrust. “Yes! I- Osamu!” You wailed when his thumb made contact with your clit. Your nails dug into his back as you scrambled to pull him close. “Gimme. ‘Samu, gimme.”

Osamu was moaning into the skin of your neck, your legs over his shoulders and your body bent in half. “What’s gotten into ya today, baby? So greedy.”

You wound a hand through his hair, feeling the knot in your stomach pull tighter and tighter. You were seconds away from an orgasm. You pulled his head up by the hair until he was looking into your eyes. Your tears-coated, weepy eyes.

“Get me pregnant, Osamu. I want your kids.”

You didn’t have the time or the mental coherence to look at his reaction, because your orgasm washed over you like a freight train. Osamu’s movements stuttered, as a result of your words or you reaching your peak, you didn’t know. All you could do was feel the waves of electricity wash over you as you tried to breathe through the overwhelming feeling.

It was only when Osamu slowed to a stop in you, still twitching and throbbing, that you opened your wet eyes. He was looking down at you with mouth slightly open in shock, breathing still labored from his previous exertion. His dark hair was messy, stuck to the sweat on his forehead. All was silent between you.

“Are you serious?” He breathed, trying to see through your post-orgasm face. You nodded slowly.

“Thought about it a lot.” You admitted, tightening your legs around his waist a bit. “I’m ready if you are.”

A few more seconds, before Osamu bit his bottom lip and groaned, eyes falling to half mast again. He breathed deep, shaking his head. The corner of his mouth twitched up a bit.

“Do ya know how long I’ve waited fer this?” His voice was husky. He pulled himself up and unwound your legs from his waist. Then he bent you in half again, before setting a fast, bruising, brutal pace.

You gasped and threw your head back at the sudden change, pussy still sensitive from your orgasm, jaw going slack. His cock pounded into you with all the ferocity he could summon, one of the roughest sessions you two had had for a while, burning through you like embers crawling under your skin.

“Thought ‘bout it so much.” He continued choking out words, not slowing in the slightest. “The thought of ya all fat an’ swollen with ma kids. Fuck. Yer gonna look radiant.”

You moaned with him, picturing your pregnant belly, glowing face. Picturing a little human that you will birth. A human that Osamu could potentially put in you now.

“Daddy,” you whined. “Need…. I need- please.”

“Need what, baby?” Osamu had a little smirk on his face. His skin was flushed and damp, a drop of sweat rolling down the side of his face. His eyes were so dark you couldn’t make out his pupils. He looked feral.

“Need my load in ya? That it? Need ta take every last drop, yeah? Can’t risk wastin’ it.”

His hand came up, winding into your hair and tugging hard until you yelped.

“Take it, doll. Take it-”

His voice broke into a long moan as his hips stuttered and you felt warmth flood your insides, his bulging biceps trembling as he tried to hold his weight up through his orgasm. He was loud through it, coaxing you with rough words and even rougher fingers pinching your clit until you came one last time with a heaving cry, eyes rolling up into your head.

You had barely caught your breath when Osamu reached up to grip your face tightly with one hand, your cheeks squishing together. You stared at him with zoned out, misty eyes.

“Don’t ya dare waste a single drop.” He whispered so close that his lips brushed your puckered ones. “Keep it inside yer pussy like a grateful slut, ya hear me?”

You moaned in response, nodding weakly against his grip. He pulled out then and you clenched tightly, but you could feel it as a little bit trailed down your crack. Osamu hummed in disappointment, holding your legs open and watching as his cum leaked out.

“Poor baby. Couldn’t do it, could ya?” You felt him lean forward and brush a surprisingly soft kiss below your ear.

“I guess I’ll just have ta keep goin’ until I know yer pregnant fer sure.”

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[sansaorgana]

I had a dream last night for Buck, and it's kinda a cute request idea ✨️

So like obvious Buck x Reader, them being married after the war and they have a daughter that was like 3 years old. But the boys were there too Bucky, Rosie and Croz (who also bought his daughter with him) and everyonemet up at a park.

The two children were ✨️forcing✨️ the males to play with them and at the end of the day they were renamed to Uncle Bubu (bucky), Uncle Rose, Uncle Bug (buck) and Uncle Croco (don't ask me why or how but I dreamt it like that 😂)

hello! thank you for these requests 💝 the story is so adorable and domestic, I wish I could live in it, honestly 😭 I looked up popular 1940s girl names because I didn't feel comfortable with looking up the name of real Crosby's daughter for obvious reasons lol 😅

I have about 10 requests with Buck at the moment in my inbox to write lol (and one about Bucky) so please, go easy with them for a while 👉🏻👈🏻 especially that I also want to open my requests for Feyd, too 🤩

Little Gloria had been excited since the early morning for the arrival of uncle Bucky. Her godfather lived in a different part of the country and she was seeing him only a few times a year.

You were in the kitchen, preparing Bucky’s favourite food to greet him with it, while Gloria was on Gale’s lap as they were both sitting by the window to make sure not to miss Bucky’s arrival.

When she started to squeal and clap her hands, you realised that Bucky had to be already outside.

“What the hell,” your husband muttered and you furrowed your brows.

“What? Did he bring some lady?” You asked and approached the window curiously.

Bucky’s car was parked on your driveway but he was not the only one leaving it. However, there was no lady but two other men and a little girl who looked more less your daughter’s age.

“Who are these people?” You asked Gale. You didn’t know every person your husband had served with personally.

“The one with the moustache is Rosie and the other one is Harry Crosby,” he looked up at you. “I guess the girl is Crosby's daughter. She should be about a year older than our little Gloria,” he put your daughter down on the floor because she was getting impatient to finally run outside and greet her favourite uncle.

“Well, I don’t mind finally getting to know them but we don’t have enough beds for them all to stay over,” you worried.

“We’ll settle it somehow, come,” Gale stood up and took your hand to lead you to the hall.

Gloria was already waiting by the door and struggling to reach the doorknob. Gale chuckled at her and opened the door for her as she ran outside. Bucky smiled widely at the sight of her and crouched down as he opened his arms. Gloria hurried to hug him and you followed her.

“Hello, Princess,” Bucky squeezed her tight and carried her up. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Cleven,” he greeted you and your husband with a wink. “I’ve gathered some company on the way, I hope you don’t mind,” he pointed at the men behind him. “Little reunion, how about that?”

“Oh, it’s nice to finally meet you!” You reached your hand out towards the man with the moustache.

“Nice to finally meet you, too, Mrs. Cleven. I’m Rosie,” he introduced himself.

“Please, I’m just (Y/N),” you giggled and shook his hand before reaching it to another man.

“Harry Crosby,” he nodded at you. “And that little lady is Connie,” he introduced his daughter. “My wife wanted a weekend for herself and I thought that it would be nice if our daughters could meet. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I hope you don’t mind us in general,” Rosie added.

“I don’t mind at all,” you chuckled nervously as your husband hugged Crosby and Rosie. Little Connie was staring at him with big wide eyes before shyly hugging him, too.

“Hello, Connie,” Gale booped her on the nose and she giggled. “I’m uncle Buck and this is aunt (Y/N),” he pointed at you.

“Connie, what do we say?” Harry looked down at her.

“Hello,” she blushed.

“Oh, she’s adorable,” you smiled.

“I am adorable, too!” Gloria exclaimed. “Right, uncle Bucky?”

“Of course!” He assured her with a laugh and kissed her on the cheek.

Gale helped Rosie to get the bags out of the trunk and you all walked inside and into the living room, chatting about the weather and what the ride had been like.

“I’m a little worried about the beds,” you explained. “Girls can sleep together, we have a guest bedroom that I have prepared for Bucky. Someone can sleep on the sofa of course. But we’re still one bed short,” you sighed.

“A professional worrier,” Gale teased you. “She’s like you, Croz.”

“Excuse me, that seems like a serious problem to me!” You put your hand on your hips.

“You’re really adorable, (Y/N),” Bucky patted your shoulder and you furrowed your brow. “We’re military men. We can sleep on the floor,” he explained.

In the evening you were all sitting in the garden while Gale was managing the barbecue and you were helping him. Bucky – as energetic as always – was running around with Connie and Gloria. Rosie and Croz were sitting by the table and drinking beer while watching them and you were sighing every time one of them ran over your flower patch.

“Daddy, daddy, look!” Gloria was calling for Gale all the time, hoping he would join the fun.

“Go to them,” you pushed his shoulder lightly. “I’ll take care of the grill,” you promised.

Your husband leaned in to place a kiss upon your cheek and ran to Gloria, trying to catch her and attack her with tickles. Harry put the bottle of beer down and did the same to his daughter.

Rosie stood up and joined you by the barbecue as if you needed a male’s assistance while turning the meat and vegetables over.

“I can handle that, really,” you chuckled. “You men act like we haven’t been managing everything on our own while you were gone,” you pointed out.

“You have?” He asked playfully and you rolled your eyes.

“Do all people in New York run their mouths?” You asked with a cheeky smile.

“Yes,” he winked at you.

“Then I wonder why I wasn't born there,” you laughed.

“You run your mouth, too, Mrs. Cleven?”

“Gale thinks so sometimes. Right, Gale?” You looked at him and he furrowed his brows at you. Little Gloria was sitting on his shoulders as he was pretending to be an aeroplane.

“What?” He asked.

“I’m telling Rosie how you think I run my mouth sometimes,” you explained.

“A lot,” he answered before turning around and ignoring you once again, focusing on the play-pretend.

“Rude,” you mumbled and sighed while Rosie chuckled.

“Love and marriage, eh?” He asked.

“Love and marriage,” you nodded and took one of the plates to put the sausage and potatoes on it from the grill. “We’re out of ketchup,” you pointed out. “I’ll go for it,” you told Rosie and he nodded his head as he took the plate from you to put it on the table.

You went inside to the kitchen but the phone rang as you were opening the fridge. It was your mother calling so you stayed on the line for about ten minutes, chatting about the upcoming weekend with the guests and asking her about the new recipes she had been trying recently. When you were finally done, you grabbed the ketchup bottle from the fridge and went back outside.

You froze at the sight of four adult men running around with two little girls giggling and laughing as they were trying to catch them. Bucky was standing on the garden chair that was barely stable on the grass and Rosie was wearing a cap made out of an old science magazine that had been laying on the garden table for a month now because Buck had been insisting that he was still reading it.

You focused mostly on him – your husband. His cheeks were flushed and golden hair was ruffled, reminding you of a little boy. It brought a smile to your face to see his eyes sparkling with joy. Ever since he was back from the war, his beautiful blue eyes were often filled with melancholy but in rare and pure moments they reminded you of the Buck you had met all those years ago. And nothing was bringing you more happiness than his joy.

“Gloria,” you put the ketchup bottle on the table and smiled at your daughter, “Nana called and she sent you a million kisses,” you told her.

“Oh!” Gloria smiled widely. “I’m sending her a million, zillion kisses back!” She told you. “Mummy, look at uncle Rose, he’s a sailor,” she pointed her finger at Rosie.

“Uncle Rose?” You laughed and he winked at you.

“And daddy’s uncle Croco,” Connie approached you shyly to tell you.

“Croco, mhm,” you smiled at her. “And that handsome fella?” You pointed at Bucky who was grinning like an idiot.

“Uncle Bubu, at your service, ma’am,” he saluted you and nearly fell off of the chair as everyone laughed at him.

“Guess what’s our daddy!” Gloria pulled on your skirt excitedly.

“I’ve no idea,” you shook your head.

“Just guess!”

“Uncle Bucket?” You tried as Gloria and Connie giggled and Buck shot you an annoyed glance.

“Uncle Bug,” Gloria revealed.

“Oh!” You laughed. “I’ll try to remember all of these,” you promised. “Now, it’s time to eat, uncles-funny-names,” you told the men and arranged all the plates on the table. Connie started helping you without being told to and you looked at your daughter. “Do you see that, Gloria, how Connie’s helping me?” You asked her but she only rolled her eyes with a sigh and sat on Gale’s lap.

“Connie is older than me! When I’ll be as old as her, I will do that, too!” She told you and you laughed because she apparently wasn’t realising that the age difference between them was only a year

“I will remember that,” you assured her.

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

[sqvishii]

Hi, so sorry to bother you again, I wanted to apologize for not fulfilling the conditions of your requests (I asked for one-shot's) and I think when I met your account I read how Silver would be as a father and I would like to ask for some HC's of Silver being your husband. There are not so many writings dedicated to Silver that make me fantasize with so many ideas and your way of writing is complete and has an essence that is very attractive to me. Obviously I don't want you to feel frustrated in accepting my request. Have a nice day!

AWW UR SO SWEET IM GONAN CRY I WILL PICK YOU UP IN MY ARMS AND SWALLOW YOU AFFECTIONALLY AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

hcs of being silver's wife/husband/spouse.. i.. :3

"[name], how do you feel having such a sleepy husband?"

having silver vanrouge as your husband meant that you had a lot to unpack about him

he promises you that he won't let anyone hurt you during your first month of being married, after a few years, its obvious he kept that promise

he tries his best to not fall asleep much now that he wants to see you, feel your presence- its a bit obvious your sleepy husband loves you a lot

he'd train you to protect yourself if you ask him to do so, he wouldn't want to force anything upon you

cuddles. every single damn day this man will NEVER let you go whenever you guys are asleep together

a lot of hand/forehead kisses, the lip kisses he gives are the ones when the both of you are going to sleep or he has to leave for a few or more minutes

loves it whenever you run your fingers through his hair. idk that just sparked in me

you guys are parents to furbabies. yes, furbabIES. and a single bird :3

would go on horse rides with you, enjoying the feeling of your arms wrapped around his waist before you realize he was fucking sleeping during the entire ride, nrc club times really took a toll on him LMAOO

hes so gentle with you, always curious on what you're doing and prioritizes your safety over his

before you guys sleep, after you guys do the nightly lip kiss and go to bed, its either you're humming or he is. you guys take turns probably

whenever there's someone hitting on him, he's polite and respectful; telling them he has a wife/husband/spouse, but if they keep on pestering him?

if you're there, you see he's basically asking for your permission if it was alright to be a bit more firm and straightforward with the person and if he could have you by his side as proof you are his partner

if you arent there, he pulls out his phone and shows various photos of you and or pictures of you and him together, ESPECIALLY the ones you guys took during your wedding before he leaves the stranger once they apologize for hitting on him

BUT IF SOMEONES HITTING ON YOU?? THATS A DIFFERENT STORY

once he sees you looking uncomfortable for even a second, he's already by your side, holding you close and he looks at the person hitting on you before asking you what's happening

his responses are different each time this happens, "come now, let's get back home." "was that person making you uncomfortable?" etc, etc.

in the end of the day, you guys hold hands and spend the rest of the day staying close together

please love him :c

[casuallyawkardd]

Hi dear, how are you?, could you write a imagine where reader offered to be a nanny for mayday and the newest member of the HQ, jess's son, and when Miguel arrives home, he can't take his eyes off reader as she puts the children to bed slept. And I couldn't get out of Miguelito's mind when he wants to put a baby in you, please.

Hello! I am well! Just got some good news in my personal life so even better than usual 🥰 Anywho I think this idea is so cute so let's dive in

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, suggestive themes but mostly PG, not fluent in spanish so plz correct grammar/spelling errors

"What the hell is this?"

Your head whips around to see your husband's figure in the entryway of the apartment. Miguel had just gotten off work, it had been a long day and he was hoping to just spend the rest of his afternoon at home; followed by curling up in bed with his arms wrapped around you. Maybe even do a little more than sleep once the two of you got under the covers.

Instead, he comes home to find you sitting on the floor surrounded by baby blocks and plastic animals. Miguel immediately recognized your little guests. Mayday, who was currently crawling her way over to greet him, and Gerry, Jess's new baby, who you were burping over your shoulder.

You, having ignored Miguel's initial comment, somehow made it to your feet without using your hands, which were occupied with Gerry, taking a few steps in his direction. "Jess and Peter stopped by and said they needed a sitter while they were training," you explain like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Last I checked, they were both married," Miguel's arm scooped up Mayday, who had already crawled halfway up his leg, "Can't MJ or Jess's husband watch them?"

"I don't know, I saw cute babies and said yes," you shrugged simply. The deadpan look Miguel gives you makes you chuckle softly, "C'mon, don't be like that. It's only for a few hours. Besides, it'll give you some practice."

"Practice for what?" You roll your eyes at his stubbornness, planting Gerry on one hip to make room for Mayday on the other, taking both babies to the kitchen for a snack. "....¿Mi amor?"

It took some convincing, but eventually Miguel was aboard the babysitter train. In a way, you felt like it was like you were playing house with him, a few hours of simulated family time. Playing pretend with the little toys Peter had brought with him, bouncing the little ones in your lap and pretending they were flying as you maneuvered them through the air. Something about the domesticity of it was charming to you, watching Miguel trying to fetch Mayday after she had crawled up onto the ceiling. She didn't make it easy for him, but seeing your husband's face shift from annoyed to amused once she fell into his arms warmed your heart.

The four of you were now sitting on the couch. It had gotten late, the two little ones having fallen asleep while watching some random kids movie you had thrown on. You looked between the baby boy in your arms and your husband, who currently had Mayday passed out on his chest.

"This is nice," you say, Miguel glancing at you once you have his attention. It makes you suppress a giggle, knowing he's probably trying to move as little as possible so as not to wake Mayday.

"S'pose it is," he begrudgingly agrees. looking back at the television. "Although, the science in this movie is completely unfounded. I don't think you can bring someone back from the dead with the power of love."

His commentary has you scoffing, "It's about the message, Miguelito, not the science."

"...Well it's a pretty shity message."

"Are you saying you don't think love conquers all?"

"Ye-" the words die on Miguel's tongue when he notices how your eyes narrow and the corners of your mouth turn down, "No? No. I'm not saying that."

Your expression softens, but only slightly, turning your attention to Gerry who's tiny hand is wrapped around your pointer finger. "I love baby hands. They're so chunky and small," you voice your thoughts, absentmindedly pressing down on Gerry's hand with your thumb, "Aww, squishy, little humans."

"Oh, you've got it bad," Miguel chuckles, the sound rumbling in his chest, "Cómo se dice...oh yeah, baby fever." How do you say...

You shoot him a smirk, sitting a little straighter, "Maybe I do, what about it?"

Something in the way he looks at you shifts, the glimmer of admiration turning into something much darker. The kind of look that makes you hot under the collar, "Maybe I'll have to find the cure."

A knock at the door pulls you from the conversation, face red as if you just got caught doing something you weren't supposed to be doing. There's an internal sigh of relief when you see it's only Jess and Peter coming to pick up the kids. In all honesty, you only half pay attention to the small talk that ensues, your answers simple and brief when they ask how the kids were and if they had gotten dinner.

As the door shuts, the three of you exchanging your final farewells, a familiar arm snakes around your waist, pulling you into your husband's firm chest. His lips tickle your ear, making you jump as a chill goes down your spine.

"Let's go to bed, mi amor. I think I know just the thing to make you feel better," he's uncharacteristically playful with his words, adjusting his hold so his hand rests on your stomach. "te verás tan bonita con mi bebé dentro de ti." You'll look so pretty with my baby inside you.

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[lokideservesahug]

Worthy

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Pairing: Sergio "Checo" Pérez x reader

Warnings: One innuendo? Reader doesn't have a gender but Checo and reader are married!

Notes: Tried to force myself to write this (during a writer's block with no motivation...yay!!!) Also I wrote this quite a while ago but changed it sligjtly so it took place more recently But it is based on this request :)

Summary: The second Red Bull seat had been a hot topic of conversation for "Silly Season" but when Checo resigns, what do the public think? Or more importantly what does Checo think to the response?

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You stir slightly feeling much colder than usual. How unusual. You try and nuzzle into the figure to you side only to find him in an odd position. You crack open an eye. Checo is sat next to you, features illuminated by his phone screen. You glance to the side to see the time projected on the wall. 2:34 AM. You huff I frustration. Sergio said he'd get to sleep at a usual time yet here he was, yet again, scrolling through the entered at unreasonable times.

You grumble at your husband, catching his attention. He pulls his eyes away from the screen for what looks to be, the first time in a while. "Morning mi amor." You groan, reminded of just how unreasonable the time is. You sit up slightly in order to adress him. "What are you doing this early?" You stare at him, scrutinising his response. You're fairly certain you already know the awnser but you want to see if he'll admit it to you and himself.

"I was just- uh.... Just looking at some things online." You raise an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What kinds of things?" He gulps and his eyes flicker down to his phone once again. "You know just fantom things, I fell down a rabbit hole earlier and am now watching parrot videos." You slowly move towards him, speaking in a sickeningly sweet tone to try and put him at ease. "Oh really? How interesting!" You move ever closer, tapping the bedside lamp so it's on its lowest setting, until you are left face to face with your husband. You halt, left hovering over his hips and you remain there, drinking in his state below you (that if it was an other situation, you'd do something completely different with him).

Until you pounce, grabbing his phone our of his hands, desperate to see what exactly he was looking at. You bolt up and out of the bed, squinting your eyes at the bright screen, trying to make out what it says. You ignore the distant pained crys if your husband and scroll, looking at more tweets. You turn to him and tilt yoir head.

Now with what many would call sub-par performances by Checo recently, people were starting to become more rowdy and opinionated online. There was a sudden cacophony of disbelief that Checo's contract was resigned especially after the most recent race in Austria. The criticism of your husband's contract renewal ran rampant when I was first announced but even now, hate had tenfold. Many believing that any other driver would be better fit or better deserving for the seat. You sigh in both disbelief and worry.

"Mi vida, it isn't isn't it looks like." You nearly laugh at his obvious lie. "Is it not? Because it looks like you're going against what we agreed and surrounding yourself with all of the hate people are giving you about driving. But please, tell me what it actually is." He looks down, unable to meet your eyes. That tells you all you need to know as you delete the tab on the phone and close it with a soft click.

"Darling, I am worried for you. You'll too early let all of those words get to your head and the last thing you need or deserve is you thinking that everyone thinks poorly of you." You cup the side of Checo's face and he nuzzled into your hand. "I know. But... Just what if they are right." You scoff. "Don't you dare say that. Most of those people have never even touched a go-kart in their life, let alone been behind the wheel of a Formula 1 car. You shouldn't let them project their own insecurities onto you. I mean look, not even Max has won every race this season, people need to realise that this is a completely different season from last yer and your still on hell of a driver."

Checo smiles. But it wavers as he goes to speak. "But Christian-" You cut across him. "Christian said something that was to encourage you, not criticise you. And team principals should learn how to hold their mouth anyways. Goodness knows speaking isn't doing Williams any good. But Checo it doesn't matter what anyone says, at the end of the day, you are giving stellar performances and most people are just jealous of you. You are the driver that they decided to resign for the red bull seat. Not Daniel, not Yuki, not Carlos, You. That was for a reason. You are truly amazing as a driver and as a man."

Checi formally meets your eyes once more and you see in the small illumination of the bedside table, them grow glassy. He smiles at you and leans forward, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. He speaks quietly, bouce breaking in the middle. "Thank you mi vida, I love you so much." You just smile softly at him and bring him into a tender embrace.

And the two of you know that no matter matter happens or what people say, you have each other. And that's good enough for Checo.

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Breaking Headboards (Slight NSFW 18+)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: you know it's always something with these two

Synopsis: There's a first time for everything when the two of you touch down in Australia and break not only the headboard, but the bed in your hotel room

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlowx x Wife!Reader

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As Jack was mercilessly pounding into you, you purposely wrapped your left leg around him in order for him to get even deeper as he then grabbed a hold of the headboard. The two of you had been going at it ever since you reached Australia and even on the plane ride there much to Urban’s dismay since he was awake and had heard just about everything. When he made eye contact with the two of you as you both were coming out of the bathroom, all he did was shake his head.

Jack’s curls were all over the place

Your shirt was on backwards

And when Urban had gone in there before the plane had landed, he found your bra and simply threw it at Jack when he came out and it landed on top of his head. 

The two of you were going at it, every chance you got and you knew for a fact that it wouldn’t be slowing down any time soon.

Jack had now slowed his pace as he reached down to plant kisses all over your face and neck and you immediately let out a whimper. 

“Are you going to hurry up and let me cum all over your dick already?” You asked as he was now moving painfully slow in and out of you. 

“Hmm, with an attitude like that, I shouldn’t. I should just edge you all night and for the rest of the time that we’re here.” Jack answered you and he saw that you immediately rolled your eyes.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me. Fuck around and find out. You should know by now, everything I ever say that I’m going to do to you and for you, I do it.”

“Babyyyyyy, come onnnn.”

“Patience, baby, patience. I’ve already made you hit your peak close to ten times today, you can hold out a little longer.”

“No I can’tttt.”

“You better hold that shit until I tell you otherwise. Be a girl good for me.”

You compiled as best you could, and before you knew it, Jack’s thrusts sped up and started to get sloppier. Before you knew it, both of you had came, but you looked at Jack to see his eyes growing wide before he promptly brought you up to his chest and moving towards the end of the bed, followed by a large crashing noise.

“You okay?” Jack asked you as he looked at you and you simply nodded, but a little bit nervous.

“Uh, babe what was that?”

“Umm… we broke the headboard and the bed for that matter.”

“Oh, fuck.” You said as you turned around to assess the damage and it was bad. Really bad.

“Oh, fuck is right. Giving you this work so much that the bed couldn’t even take it.”

Both of your phones vibrated and Jack reached over to see that it was Urban.

Big Whore- WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? DID YALL HEAR THAT?!

All Jack did was show you and the both of you began laughing.

“He is never going to let us live this down.”

“Between this and fucking on the plane and finding my bra? Not a chance.”

“At least I made you cum before it happened.” Jack said while shrugging his shoulders and all you did was smirk.

“Like that was going to stop you.”

“You right, we have a floor, couch, and a shower.”

“Uh oh.”

“What’s wrong baby besides the obvious?” Jack asked you while starting to play with your curls. 

“We have to tell Neelam and she is going to want to murder us. We don’t have a bed to sleep in.” 

“Shit. You have to do it, she’ll be less mad at you.”

“Oh fuck no, I am NOT going to be the one to tell her. She’s YOUR manager, not mine!”

“I broke it rearranging YOUR guts, did I not?” Jack asked, looking at you in disbelief. 

“Jackman Thomas, you are going to go and tell her right now.”

“Nah, nah I recall you asking me to hurry up and make you cum for the 1000th time today, this is just as much your fault as it is mine.”

“I’m innocent.”

“Says who? You weren’t innocent less than twenty minutes ago with my dick in your mouth and cum sliding down your throat so make it make sense.”

You simply rolled your eyes before sighing and then came up with an idea.

“There’s truly only one way to settle this.” You said before getting a serious look on your face.

“How?”

“Rock, paper, scissors. Best two out of three.”

“Y/N! WHAT?!”

“BABY COME ON, I’M SLEEPY AND WE OBVIOUSLY NEED SOMEWHERE TO SLEEP! IT’S ALREADY 2 AM.”

“Fine.” Jack muttered before shaking his head at you.

“Okay, come on. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.”

Jack did paper, as you did scissors and you immediately smirked while he groaned.

“Okay, baby come on. Next one.”

Jack did scissors as you did rock so of course you won.

“You’re seriously about to make me do the walk of shame by myself?”

“Of course not. I’m getting in the shower and watching this go down from the hallway a few steps behind you.”

“BABY!”

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It was now close to three in the morning as you and Jack made your way three doors down to Neelam’s room and knocked. You caught sight of Urban getting off the elevator with two big bags of candy and as he looked at the two you confused, you simply went over to him, reached into the bag and stuck a piece of candy in your mouth.

“Why are you two up?” Urban asked as Neelam sleepily answered the door.

“What’s wrong? Are you two okay?”

“First off, we’re fine and umm…. Not exactly at the same time.”

“Well, what’s going on?” She asked and Urban was still standing next to you looking just as confused as she was.

“Uh… okay so how do I put this lightly? We need another room.” Jack said while dancing around the subject. 

“For what? The hotel is booked. I probably wouldn’t be able to until later in the morning. Is something wrong with the room?” All you did was stifle a laugh and Jack couldn’t help but to laugh with you.

“Okay, I want to laugh too so out with it!” Urban said while growing impatient.

“You see what had happened was…. Um…. we broke the headboard and the bed.”

Neelam did a double take while Urban’s eyes went wide before he busted out laughing.

“So that answers my question. That loud ass sound I heard was the two of you. No wonder you didn’t answer my text.”

“YOU WHAT?!”

“Umm broke the bed and headboard?” Jack repeated himself as he scratched the back of his neck while Urban was still steadily laughing.

Neelam found nothing funny about this and looked at the two of you like she wanted to strangle you.

“What the actual HELL am I going to do with you two? URBAN this is not funny so stop laughing. You two do know that we’re going to have to pay for that, right?”

“Well yeah… but for now… ummm.”

“But for now NOTHING. Y/N get your shit because you’re sleeping in my room and Jack you’re sleeping in Urban’s room. Never seen how two adults do not know how to keep their hands to themselves and fuck each other ever opportunity that they get. Y/N, how has your coochie not fallen off?”

“Doesn’t matter if it did, I would find a way to reattach it.” Jack said while shrugging and you just hung your head. 

“HEY! WHAT IF BIG WHORE’S ROOM WAS OCCUPIED ALREADY?”

“Urban, your only date is those two big ass bags of candy in your hands. So no and who the fuck gave you that nickname anyway?” Neelam said and all Urban did was point to the two of you. 

“I literally cannot with you two and some separation might do you some good. Little horny fuckers.”

“But…”

“NO Y/N! I am NOT changing my mind! Yall will probably do it all over again in another room.”

“But I wanna sleep with my husband!” You said while crossing your arms and pouting.

“AND JACK SNORES!” Urban exclaimed which earned him a smack in the back of his head by him.

“I DO NOT!”

“You did enough of that tonight already, but let me see the damage.” Neelam said and Urban quickly followed as the two of you went to show them what was left of the bed.

When all four of you entered, Urban was looking on in amazement.

“Got damn, that shit isn’t even attached to the wall anymore. Y/N, do you need some ice down there because that shit has got to be sore at this point.”

“It’s just fine, Urban.”

Neelam just shook her head as you and Jack tried not to laugh.

“I’m glad that the two of you find this funny, because I don’t. Jack go to sleep because you need to be up literally in four hours and Y/N, just…. I don’t even know. Anyways, good fucking night. Everybody go to their newly assigned rooms. Like fucking teenagers, I swear.”

“A good fucking night indeed.” Jack whispered in your ear before kissing the shell of it and all you did was laugh.

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Ok so funny thought/ prompt whatever

Imagine Michael finding out that on one of the trips Alex and Kyle have done (deep sky, season 1 whatever) they shared a bed

It's totally innocent but not to Michael

And isobel would love it cause come on Alex and Kyle that close together is just visually so pleasing

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Michael loved his bed. That wasn’t something he’d ever considered before he’d met Alex, but now his bed was a safe haven, a place of comfort and warmth and love. It was his favorite part of their home because going to bed meant falling into his husband’s embrace, his arms around Alex as he was either soothed into sleep, or soothing Alex into sleep – both of which he loved.

He loved knowing that no one could comfort Alex like he could, that when he tugged on Alex’s arm and led him to their bedroom, Alex relented like he did for no one else.

“Okay, okay,” he’d sigh and smile in that way that he did whenever he couldn’t resist giving Michael what he wanted, and he would nuzzle Michael’s neck and curl in close and everything would be okay because they were both there and together and safe and warm.

It was on such a morning, their chests pressed together, Alex breathing softly against Michael’s collarbone and Michael’s fingers trailing lazily up and down his spine, that their peace was interrupted with a knock at the door.

Michael groaned, and Alex chuckled sleepily.

“Stay here, baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing Michael’s neck, “I’ll get it.”

“Don’t you dare move,” he argued, squeezing Alex close until he stopped squirming. When Alex gave up with giggles, Michael smiled and gently kissed his brow. He unwillingly let go, and grabbed Alex’s Air Force T-shirt and pulled it on. “I’ll go get rid of ‘em.”

“You don’t even know who it is yet,” Alex grinned into his pillow.

“It’s seven in the morning, babe,” he said, running a hand through his curls. “I don’t need to know who it is.”

Michael’s body was already cold from the loss of his husband’s touch, the knock coming again. He opened the door, and his groan turned up in full force.

Kyle rolled his eyes, shouldering his way past Michael, a takeout bag in his hands. “Is Alex awake? We have to hit the road soon and I got us breakfast.”

Michael’s eye twitched. It had been doing that since Alex had first told him that he would be accompanying Kyle in Isobel’s place to the doctors’ convention in Albuquerque. Damn his sister for her emergency fundraising gala problems. Of course her biggest event of the year had to have an issue that only she could fix, and since it was for charity, what was Michael supposed to say? ‘No, you have to go with your fiancé to his convention so my husband doesn’t’? He couldn’t whine like that. Out loud.

“He actually changed his mind,” Michael smirked, crossing his arms and leaning his hip against the couch. “Just forgot to tell you. Sorry.”

“Mhm,” Kyle set the bag down, giving Michael a dry smile, and called down the hall, “Alex, it’s me!”

“Okay, give me a minute and we can go!” Alex called back, and Michael’s shoulders fell.

“I hate you so much,” he told Kyle.

“I disagree,” Kyle said, opening the bag and pulling out a few cinnamon rolls, triple-chocolate fudge muffins, and bottles of lemonade. “I think you’re secretly warming up to me.”

“I think you’re as delusional as always,” Michael said. “I don’t know how much you’d appreciate the guy who takes you out of bed with your spouse, but –”

“Ah,” he nodded, busy with the food. “Well, I can see why you’re so pissy, Alex gets very sweet in bed.”

Michael opened his mouth to retort when his brain caught up with his ears. He stared. “Say that again?”

“I said you’re right,” he shrugged a shoulder and sniffed. “Alex gets all cuddly and warm and rosy-cheeked when you get into bed with him –”

“And how the hell do you know how my husband gets in bed?”

“We used to be on the road a lot for Project Shepherd?” Kyle said like it was obvious, and if he could sense Michael’s gradually increased seething, he didn’t show it. “We shared a few beds, Guerin.”

Michael’s eye started twitching and didn’t stop. “You what?”

“Oh come on,” he rolled his eyes. “You know how bad his nightmares get, should I have left him alone?”

“You shouldn’t have gotten into bed with him!”

Kyle gave a long-suffering sigh, and looked back into the hall. “Alex, your husband’s about to blow, can you hurry it up?”

“Blow about what?” came Alex’s muffled voice.

Michael growled and stomped back to their bedroom. “YOU AND VALENTI SHARED A BED?!”

“Ohhh,” Alex, in the middle of buttoning his shirt in their bathroom mirror, nodded. “That.”

“THAT?!”

“Michael,” Alex said calmly, “the cabinet.”

Michael realized he was making the cabinet levitate off the ground, and with a jerk of his wrist, it fell back to the ground with a heavy thud. “Why didn’t you tell me you and Kyle shared a freaking bed?”

“We weren’t even together then,” Alex shrugged, and Michael thought he wasn’t nearly as abashed about this as he should’ve been.

“If you really think there was ever a time you didn’t belong to me,” Michael argued, “then you’re seriously underestimating my attachment to you.”

Alex smiled and blushed, still fixing his hair. “Aww, baby . . .”

“STOP TALKING TO ME LIKE I’M JUST BEING CUTE!”

“You’re always cute.”

Traitorous, unwanted warmth rose up the back of his neck and tried to deter his anger. “The bed, Alex,” he tried desperately to cling to his fury. “The bed. Is nothing sacred?!”

Alex bit his lower lip in an attempt to keep his smile from widening. It wasn’t working. Curse Michael’s love for that smile because the more amused Alex became, the deeper his blush, the harder it was to be angry.

“Just tell me one thing,” Michael said with as much solemnity as he could manage in the face of Alex’s giddiness. Taking a shuddering breath, he braced himself and asked, “Did you guys cuddle?”

Alex burst into laughter. “I might’ve cuddled up to him while I was asleep, I’m not going to lie –”

“Alex!”

“— only because I was imagining that it was you.”

Michael fell silent, but Alex was still smiling at him like he was the most adorable thing in the world.

“For my scariest nightmares,” he said softly, “nothing calmed me down like the idea of you holding me. And Kyle knew that. Every time he held me, he told me to just pretend it was you. That you were there with your arms around me, keeping me safe. Nothing else would help, Michael. Nothing.”

Michael stared, heart pounding and his thoughts muddled. Alex finished dressing, took Michael’s hands in his, and kissed his fingers like he revered every inch of the cowboy that he could get. “And now I’m with the real you in bed every night. I’m living the dream.”

Michael’s shoulders fell, and he swallowed. “Baby . . .”

Alex tilted his head. “Are you going to be okay here for a few days? If it really makes you uncomfortable, I won’t go. Kyle will understand.”

“I’m never comfortable when you’re out of my sight,” he said instinctively, and sighed, “but . . . I guess . . . I can . . . make an exception, just this once.”

Alex chuckled, undoubtedly sensing Michael’s hesitance behind every word. “You’re sure?”

Michael groaned and folded Alex into his arms. “Yeah, baby, I’m sure. Just . . .” he squeezed Alex tighter and grumbled, “if you have a nightmare, call me, okay? You don’t need anyone else to pretend anymore.”

He felt Alex’s smile against the crook of his neck. “Good. Nothing compares anyway.”

***

Happy Belated Malex Monday ❤️ It's good to be back 🥰

[romanarose]

IYWBW: Bonus chapter: Candy

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Summary: Candy's thoughts

Warnings: Drug use, slight smut, feelings (eek!), sex work, im just gonna say dub con because she's not exactly thrilled with this part of sex work.

Immersibility: Reader is Latina, had curly hair, fem

AUTHORS NOTE: Because I am a shitty writer, the smut from last chapter came off to a lot of people as a threesome. I edited it so the Santi's bits are in italics and i think its more clear. The scene was meant to portray two DIFFERENT scenes.

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As Candy did a long line, the party in it's height, she was thankful this was a perk of the job. She'd already fucked 3 men tonight and then of of the other girls at the party while a group watched and christ, she was gtting tired. The drug began to pulse through her veins, however, giving Candy renewed vigor to finish the last stretch of the night. She had been able to take a breather, thank god, and was having a few drinks and a few lines, occaionaly chatting with the men and other women, most of whom she knew.

The girls liked Candy because Candy stood up for herself and for them, offering a layer of protection in a harsh world. Things could be dangerous in this line of work, women were killed all the time, but it'd not like Candy had a lot of options. She needed to get out. She needed to get a visa and go to America. She needed to get Javi something him and Santi could use.

What she'd do there, she wasn't sure, but it had to be better than this.

If her work only consisted of men she chose coming to her apartment when she chose, it would be a good job. Candy didn't mind her work most of the time and there were men like Javi and Santi who made it fun. That was good.

However, that wasn't paying the bills, so Candy had to attend these parties.

Another line of coke. She was aching and needed at least one more fuck from a rich man if she was going to be able to afford an air conditioning unit this summer. With air conditioning, she was more likly to get clients during the hot months; no one wanted to fuck in a muggy apartment in mid-july.

Javi would come either way, she knew.

Despite the fight, they had been able to repair things and her and Javier were back to normal, having excellant sex she got paid for. Santi too, although the sex was different, it was still just as mind blowing. Santiago reminded her of a little puppy, desperate and eager and wanting so badly to please... and please he did.

She tried so hard with those two not to fall, but it was hard. Santiago was so sweet, so adoring, so fucking good. Javier was strong, gentle, passionate. Both of them made her feel safe and loved. Sometimes, when she was lonely and tired and a little drunk, Candy would fanaticize about what a life might be with either of them, if they wanted kids, what they would be like as her husband.

She couldn't be that far off, could she? They both cared about her, that much was obvious. Especially with Santi, he was so open, so loving, so adoring as he looked up at her with those big brown eyes with his mouth devouring between her legs... did he want her outside of this?

And Javi, the night he made up with her and brought her the Audry Heffburn poster... he hadn't paid her, he hadn't fucked her, he simply fingered her until she came three times on his soaked hand and tucked her safely into bed... would he want a life with her, where they could fuck every night and she could make him the food he was always munching on when stressed?

Hands wrapped around her waist.

"Hola, Candy, I havn't seen you hardly all night." Martin Lorea, the drug lord that her two favorite clients were after, and a frequent client of hers. His hands lifted up her skirt and slipped two fingers under her panties, feeling her soaked folds.

"Mmmm" Candy liked the way he touched her, it was no Javi, but it did feel like. "I've been busy."

"I can feel that." Martin references the cum dripping out of her. "Better do one more, bebita." He leans around her, cutting up the last of the coke into two lines and doing one himself. "I've got lots of plans for you tonight. Don't worry, I'll make it worth it."

He would. He always paid well, liking to flaunt his wealth. Candy did one last line, feeling everything become less and less clear around her, and she barely felt it as he bent her over the table a little too roughly and her face pressed into the wood.

Her skirt was lifted in front of all the party goer, and Candy did her best to put on a preformence.

She had to get out of here, and the only way was to find out information from Lorea to give to Javi.

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Yeeeeesh. That was a little dark than I intended. Don't worry, candy is okay! I'm trying to find a blance between not like, demonizing sex work, because this is a sex work safe blog, but also being honest about the realities of being a prostitute in Colombia in the 70's. its not always pretty, in fact its often ugly.

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I'm doing what I do best, HIGH DRAMA! And Fen is gonna deliver some of the BEST smut with baby santi and his mommy issues.

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[stargazer-sims]

The Art of Redemption

(part 12)

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"Good news, children!" Stan bursts through the doorway of the guest room without so much as a knock. He doesn't seem the least bit shocked or bothered by the fact that Beth-Anne is curled up next to Nikolai in the big bed. "You're gonna love this!"

Beth-Anne drags her eyelids open a little further. She’s tired, and it’s an effort. "Jesus, Stan! Ever heard of privacy?"

Stan quirks an eyebrow. "What? I'm not interrupting something, am I? I didn't think you swung that way."

"The fuck...?" She seizes the nearest soft object she can reach, which happens to be Nikolai's grey teddy bear, and flings it at him. "Fuck off!"

Stan catches the bear neatly. He's laughing. "And all this time, I thought you were a morning person. You too, little Kolya."

Beside her, Nikolai groans sleepily. "This is a bad dream, right?"

"Do you often dream about being in bed with your coach?" Stan asks, his tone filled with mock-innocence.

"Oh my God. Please stop." Nikolai grabs the edge of the quilt and pulls it up so that only the top of his messy brown hair is visible. "I'm not in bed with her."

"That’s not what it looks like, but okay," Stan says.

"You know what I mean!"

"I call it as I see it," Stan says, "Anyway, it's fine. Whatever the two of you get up to behind closed doors is none of my business. You're both adults."

"Stan, enough." Beth-Anne tries to put as much steel into her tone as possible. She knows he's only teasing and she's sure Nikolai knows it too, but just because she enjoys Stan's sometimes inappropriate sense of humour, that doesn't mean everyone's going to appreciate it. It's fairly obvious Nikolai is uncomfortable, and Beth-Anne isn't keen to let that continue. "What do you want?

"I just wanted to tell you the good news," Stan says cheerfully. "We had a shit ton of snow overnight. Everything's closed. Schools, shopping malls..." He gives her a conspiratorial wink, as if the closures were organized specifically for their benefit. "Municipal sport and recreation facilities."

Nikolai peeks out from under the blanket. "You mean, the rink is closed?"

"All the municipal facilities," Stan says. "Rinks, pools, libraries, the recycling depot. Probably even City Hall. We're having a genuine, certified snow day, and personally, I don't intend to waste it lying around."

"We weren't lying around. We were literally sleeping," Beth-Anne points out.

"Details," Stan says. "Now, let's go. Haul ass, kids. Milena's making breakfast, and then we need to clear the driveway. Betka's work isn't closed, and the whole fucking world would have to end before they gave her husband a day off, so she's bringing the boys over to spend the day. It's gonna be great."

"Can we at least take showers and put on some clean clothes first?"

Stan grins at her. "Sure, if you want cold breakfast. Come on. Eat now, shower later."

And so, unable to argue with the force of nature that is Stanislav Kovac, they do.

She and Nikolai climb out of bed and trail Stan to the kitchen where Milena is in the process of making what might be banana pancakes. The warm, inviting scents of coffee and savoury sausage fill the room, and there's already a pitcher of orange juice, a carton of milk and an array of condiments on the table.

Beth-Anne has lost count of how many times she's sat in the Kovacs' kitchen and shared a meal with them. After her accident, she'd lived with them for several months while she recovered her ability to walk and her courage to face the world beyond the safety of their four walls. They helped her stay sober and sane, and their steady presence healed her in ways she's sure none of them have words to explain.

Milena and Stan and their daughter Alzbeta — known affectionately as Betka — taught her what it was like to be part of a healthy and loving family, and from them she learned that relying on others isn't a sign of weakness, that there's far more strength in the care and support of others than anyone could ever find alone.

She feels at home in the Kovacs' house and comfortable with their quirks as well as their routines. It's not strange for her to observe Milena at the stove, dressed in old gym shorts and one of Stan's shirts, preparing what she and Stan both insist is the most important meal of the day, neither is it odd for her to see Stan dancing gracefully around the kitchen in his ridiculous plush moose slippers that would be a serious tripping hazard for someone less agile and less aware of the capabilities of his body.

The vintage radio is tuned to a classical music station, and one of Stan's favourite pieces of music has just come on. Beth-Anne recognizes it. It's Les Patineurs Op. 183, by the nineteenth-century composer Émile Waldteufel, and she'd once skated to it in a competition. She suspects Stan may have skated to it at some point too. His dance looks choreographed, the movements long-remembered and clearly beloved.

Milena says something to him in their native Czech, and he replies in English, "Yes, I remember." He spins fluidly across the floor until he's next to her, and then he kisses her on the cheek. "I remember we both got something gold that night."

Beth-Anne smiles. She knows exactly what he's referring to.

Stan delights in telling the story of how he proposed to Milena. He'd been planning it for weeks and had even bought a ring, but hadn't actually presented it to her when he asked her to marry him. Instead, he'd given her his newly-won gold medal from Skate Canada. Apparently, he'd been too excited and full of adrenaline to wait for their next proper date and he'd proposed right there at the competition venue.

The first time Beth-Anne heard that story, she hadn't been the least bit surprised. It was perfectly in-character for Stan. What was also characteristically Stan was how he'd later taken that very same medal to a goldsmith, where it'd been melted down and refashioned into Stan and Milena's wedding bands.

"So we can always wear our greatest victory for the world to see," he'd said.

Beth-Anne loves that Stan considers his marriage to Milena his greatest victory.

We should all be so fortunate, she thinks.

She asks Milena if there's anything she can do to help with breakfast, although she already knows what the answer will be.

"No, it's under control," Milena assures her. "Grab a coffee and have a seat. This'll all be ready in a few minutes."

She fixes coffee for herself and Nikolai, and then joins him at the table. True to her word, Milena carries a huge platter of pancakes and sausage to the table a few minutes later. Stan finally decides to sit down as well, and they all enjoy some carefree chatter and the delicious food that's as filling to Beth-Anne's spirit as it is to her stomach.

After breakfast, she and Stan dress up to go outside and clear the driveway. Nikolai offers to help, but both she and Stan veto the idea immediately. He may be walking more confidently now, but there's no way they're going to let him shovel snow.

Milena says he can stay inside with her and help tidy up the kitchen. Beth-Anne is grateful to Milena for offering him a way to feel useful, and evidently Nikolai is too, because he happily acquiesces.

With Nikolai left in Milena's capable hands, Beth-Anne follows Stan out through the garage. They collect two wide snow shovels and then make their way outdoors. Stan wasn't wrong about how much it had snowed in the night. Yesterday, she'd guessed it might snow, but she had no idea they'd be up past their knees in it. It's still snowing lightly, with no signs of stopping soon, but if they don't start cleaning up now, it'll be that much more difficult when the storm finally does dwindle to its inevitable end.

For the first little while, they don't say much, other than to comment about how cold it is or how astonished they are by the unexpectedly heavy snowfall. By the time they've removed all the snow from the doorstep and walkway and the front of the garage, however, Stan seems more inclined to converse. They're clearing around his car when he says, "So, last night...?"

"What about last night?" she queries. "If this is gonna be about me and Nikolai sleeping in the same bed..."

"No, it's not," Stan says. "I know nothing happened. Well, nothing like that at least, but even if you did get up to something frisky, it's like I already said. You're adults. You do what you want. What I'm talking about was you screaming bloody murder in the middle of the night."

"Oh, God." Beth-Anne moans. "I'm so sorry. It's bad enough that I woke Nikolai. I didn't know I woke you and Milena too."

"You didn't wake Milena. That woman could sleep through World War Three. But, it took all my willpower not to run downstairs and check on you."

"And you didn't come down because...?"

"Because I remembered Nikolai was in there with you. Or you were in there with him, I suppose, since you didn't come up to the room we offered you."

"Yeah, well it was a little, uh... noisy up there for my tastes."

Stan snorts in his effort not to laugh. "Right. Apologies for that, but when your wife's rocking the boy-cut underwear and looking hot as fuck, sometimes you just gotta do something, you know?"

"I love that you still think she's hot."

"And why wouldn't i? Sure, she looks different than she did when we were eighteen, but so what? She's my benchmark for beauty. Everybody else has to measure up to her."

"You're amazing, you know."

"I know," Stan says, but then he turns serious again. "Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you're okay after the talk we had yesterday, and then whatever happened last night."

"Yeah, I'm surprisingly okay," she says. "I'm not cured, obviously, but I do feel better today. It was a pretty bad nightmare, but Nikolai looked after me. We talked afterwards, and he gave me some stuff to think about, whether he realizes it or not."

"What stuff?"

"For one thing, he seems to think I'm not going to end up being a danger to anybody. Maybe he's an optimist, but he thinks the kids are safe."

"Of course they are," Stan says. "Don't I keep telling you that? We didn't have you in anger management therapy back in the day for no reason, did we?"

"No. There was a reason. It was to keep me safe. And other people safe from me."

"Yeah, but it was also for your future, and you see how well it's worked out. You're like a second mom to some of those kids of yours.

"Nikolai said something like that too."

"So Nikolai tells you one time, and you believe him?"

"No, it's not that," she says. "It's not like I believe Nikolai and I don't believe you. It just seems easier to believe when I'm hearing it from more than one person, if that makes sense."

"It does," says Stan. "Not that I'm telling you to take a poll or anything, but if you did, I'll bet you'd hear the same thing from all your students' parents. I mean, the fact that they trust you with their kids should tell you as much."

She smiles wryly. "I just wish I could trust myself."

"That takes time, but you know what I think might help?"

"What?"

"Remember how you used to be," he says. "Look at how far you've come since I first met you, how much fuckin' awesome progress you've made as a human being, not just as an athlete and a coach. Not only should you trust yourself to do the right things, but you should be damn proud of yourself for getting it mostly right so far."

"Mostly right."

"Nobody's perfect."

"True," she agrees. She moves a few more shovelfuls of snow before she continues. "There was something else."

"Something else Nikolai said to you, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"And...?"

"I told him about Abby, and I told him how I got the scars."

Stan makes a sombre hum of affirmation. "That took courage."

"It felt like the right thing to do."

"How'd he take it?"

"I'd say he was shocked, but not totally surprised, and he said he didn't think any of it was my fault. And do you know what he asked me?"

Stan plants his shovel in the snow. He rests his gloved hands on top of the handle and leans forward a little, meeting her eyes. "I get the sense it's something you didn't see coming."

"You're right," she confirms. She pokes the snow a bit with the blade of her own shovel before sticking it into the nearest drift and copying Stan's posture. "He asked me if I've tried looking for Abby recently."

"Have you?" Stan asks.

Beth-Anne shakes her head. "No, but the more I think about it, the more I think maybe I should."

"Are you prepared for something like that? Like, emotionally and psychologically prepared?"

"No, but if I wait for a moment when I fell like I'm totally ready, maybe I'll never do it, and maybe this is something I need to do now, you know? Maybe it's the next step I need to take to move on."

"What if you find out something you'd rather not know?"

"Like what? The worst thing I could learn is something I already accept might be a possibility, that my sister died in the eighties. But, Stan..." She gazes at him intently, willing him to comprehend her sudden earnestness. "Stan, what if she didn't? What if she escaped that hell, and what if some foster family loved her and raised her like their own? I could still have a sister out there somewhere."

"This may not have a happy ending," he says.

"I know, but even if she doesn't remember me or doesn't want to meet me, or even if she really did pass away years ago, I think I'd feel better knowing the truth about what happened."

Stan presses his lips together as if he's deep in thought, attempting to come up with an adequate response. "I don't want you to think I'm discouraging you from doing this," he says at length. "You should, if you think it's what you need to do. I just don't want you to be hurt."

"I know," she smiles at him. "You always want to protect me, and it's one of the reasons I love you, but remember what you're always saying. We don't achieve anything if we're not willing to take risks."

"That sounds like the kind of motivational shit I'd say at the rink."

"It applies just as well to life off the ice."

He frowns, but she understands it's not because he's upset. It's because he's worried but also has to concede her point. "Knowing the truth likely would give you some closure," he says. "Maybe it would help you move on.

"Nikolai suggested Milena might be able to help," she tells him. "He said she might know how to get access to family court records and old documents from Social Services and stuff like that."

"Milena's not that kind of lawyer," Stan says. "But I'll bet there's somebody at her firm who is. I can ask her, if you want."

"No," Beth-Anne says. "I have to be sure I'm really doing this. I need to think about it a little more. When I'm sure I’m going ahead with it, I'll ask her myself."

Stan nods. "Okay. If you need to talk about it any more in the meantime, I'm here."

"Thanks," she says. "I'm grateful I can always count on you."

He smiles. "Hey, what's family for? No matter what happens, we've always got your back."

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Hiromasa Confesses to You

SFW | might make a NSFW part 2 | Hiromasa x reader | reader so far is gn | wc: 1987

You and Hiromasa knew each other for some time already and had become friends pretty fast. It's a known fact around the Palace that once Hiromasa starts to like someone, he picks up the tendency to get clingy pretty fast. Needless to say, he made his desire to be around you as much as possible obvious not only to you but to everyone else around. Hiromasa, naive as he is, was oblivious to the fact that he was doing anything out of the ordinary. He thought he was "just happy". But, in reality, his body was experiencing much more than simple happiness towards a new friendship.

One evening, Hiromasa just happened to be practising the flute outside of your quarters. You couldn't understand this man's motives. He always acted unnaturally innocent and polite, but then he'd also take on an action that was pretty strong flirting. He'd bring you small gifts, hang around where he knew you would be, play a new tune on his flute and then say that he came up with it thinking about you ... but all the while, Hiromasa never seemed to be aware of what he was doing. It was sweet to see him like that, though. He was the type who had no shame about wearing his heart on his sleeve. He never seemed to have been heartbroken before and shattered to the point of seeing the world under a darkened filter. He was overly trusting and beamed with a naive kindness. Yet, at the same time, he was more than capable of having an attitude and being a bit of a brat. You always found that to be amusing.

You had your share of hearing some people in the Palace discreetly gossip about Hiromasa, saying both good and bad about him. His politeness and obedience were always praised, as were his musical talents that were unlike anything any of the nobles had heard before. But, you has also heard some of the nobles -- both men and women -- whispering amongst themselves that Hiromasa was too soft and immature. It sometimes made you mad, especially when you picked up on the hidden whisper behind one a woman's kimono sleeve saying that Hiromasa would be a gentle husband to whoever he would marry, but that he would also be quite dull, and probably hopeless in bed.

How their comments made your blood boil. A part of you always wanted to storm up to those women and yell at them, but you knew what was socially acceptable and what wasn't, and so you remained silent. Besides, you knew that if you did release your anger that Hiromasa wouldn't be very proud of your having done so in his defence. You could hear his voice as if he was right in front of you saying that he thanked you for sticking up for him, but that it was not worth your energy and to please not put your reputation at risk on his behalf.

Your memories of some of the court womens' most recent gossips passed through your mind as you surreptitiously watched Hiromasa play the flute from your window. The more you listened to him play, your eyes scanning over the form of his body that was hidden underneath his clothes, the more you thought of finding out for yourself how "hopless" or not he would be in bed ...

Even though you never saw Hiromasa without his large, modestly-covering clothing, you had pinpointed several areas to imagine how his body looked underneath it all. His kimono hung over his broad, well-built shoulders, and the part of his waist where his obi was tied was quite wide. He seemed to have a very nice frame underneath, and sometimes, you found yourself daydreaming about undressing him, especially so you could ...

Your eyes lowered to his rear.

So you could give that part of his body a nice squeeze.

You felt your face get hot as you pictured what you would like to do to Hiromasa, your images accompanied by his oblivious flute playing. Your hand moved along your thighs, up towards that sensitive spot between your legs, but you stopped yourself.

No. You weren't going to relieve yourself in that way tonight. Not when Hiromasa was right there on the grounds outside your quarters. So, you slowly got up and walked out onto your engawa, continuing to watch him as you took a seat. You let your legs hang off the engawa's side, dangling a bit, before you called his name.

"Hiro!"

The flute's melody suddenly screeched off-key. Hiromasa's body seemed to tremble a bit, either from the ugly sound he had just created or from becoming flustered after being "caught". He then slowly turned around to look towards you, his face holding a soft smile and a light pink blush to his cheeks.

"Oh, I -- did I disturb you, y/n?" Hiromasa asked as he scratched the back of his head below his eboshi.

You shook your head. "No. I was just listening."

Hiromasa bowed his head a little and came up to your engawa. Still smiling, he sat beside you and held his flute in his lap.

"Is this a new song you're working on?" you asked him. "It's really nice."

"Oh, no. It's not very nice. I still have a lot of work to do on it." He smiled shyly and looked off onto the grounds.

"You're really too modest about your talents."

He chuckled. "No. I'm just honest and realistic with myself. It's an improvised song I've been working on over the past few days. It's very new and unrefined." The blush on his cheeks grew darker.

"Well, I -- I think it's already beautiful." You didn't know why, but his shyness was contagious.

"Thank you," he said in a quiet, pleased tone. His smile got even softer and he looked down at his flute with a gleam of pride in his eyes.

The two of you sat there in silence for a bit. The tension between you was growing more by the second. It was as if you both were being pulled together by magnetic forces between your bodies, commanding you to embrace and roll on top of each other, but your minds were in agreement on fighting it.

Hiromasa shifted a bit in his seat and quietly cleared his throat. He was blushing even more, and some sweat could be seen glistening at his forehead. The way he was obviously aroused just by being with you turned you on even more, but you didn't want to make him more uncomfortable that would bring him to leave.

Your eyes lowered to the flute he fiddled with in his hands. It looked a bit different from the one you were used to seeing him with. "Is it new?"

"Uh?" He was almost startled, as if he was snapped out of some consuming thoughts. "Oh." He looked down at the flute. "Well, it's ... how do I say ... eh ..." He then looked at you and chuckled. "To be honest, it's a demon's flute."

"A demon's flute?"

"Y-Yes." A wave of confidence then passed over him and he straightened his back. He then proceeded to tell you about how he and Seimei had gone to the Suzaku Gate to investigate a gambling demon. Laughing, he went into many details of how Seimei had first made him do sumo with the demon before he was able to swipe the flute away.

"You? Sumo?" You also laughed.

"It was terrible!" He laughed more and then smiled at you. "Well, sometimes I've been told that I eat too much, but not so much that I could do sumo. See?" He then quickly took your hand and placed it to his stomach. His belly felt a little fleshy and round, but he wasn't fat.

You were tempted to slide your hands to the sides of his waist, hold him, and pull him closer to you.

"You ... feel nice ..." you then said without realising it.

"Huh?" Hiromasa's face turned bright red.

"I -- sorry." You pulled your hand away from his stomach, turning away from him slightly.

Hiromasa's mouth was open a bit, his breath slipping past his lips as he gazed at you. "Y-y/n?"

"Yeah?" You looked back at him.

Hiromasa gulped loudly. "Do you really think ... I look nice?"

You felt your cheeks grow warmer. You nodded. "Yes. I've thought so for a long time ..."

Hiromasa smiled shyly. "I --" He quickly grabbed both of your hands, awkwardly taking them in his while he was still holding onto his flute. "I like you." His face hardened as he tightened his hold on your hands. "I like you," he spoke with the air as if he was giving a speech at the court.

You found yourself smiling big. You had always known how he felt, but it was different now that he was able to tell you. "I like you too, Hiro. I like you a lot. You --" You look into his gentle eyes that seemed to be nervous but also loving, tender, and relieved at hearing your words. "You make me feel safe. Very safe."

"I do? Me?" he asked, almost in disbelief. Some tears formed at the corners of his eyes, which he quickly blinked away.

You nod. "Yeah." You feel how his hands are getting sweatier. It makes you want to protect him. "I'm gonna tell you something silly."

"Silly?"

"Yeah." You twist your hands in his hold so that you can grip them back better. "You make my heart feel really safe."

Hiromasa looked at you, almost breathless.

You laughed a little. "It's silly, isn't it?"

Suddenly, Hiromasa released your hands and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you close against his body in a warm, tender embrace.

"It's not silly ..." He held you tighter. "It's ..." At a loss for being able to express himself with words, Hiromasa pulled away from the hug. He then took your hand and gently placed it over his heart.

You could feel the fast and strong little pounds of his heartbeat echoing against your hand.

"I'm not good with words," Hiromasa said as he looked down at your hand on his heart. He shrugged one of his shoulders a little. "It's probably why I'm terrible with poetry." He chuckled.

"Well, you do a fine job reading it out loud."

He laughed. "No, I'm not that good at it." He smiled at the compliment. "But this --" He put a light pressure on his hand holding yours to his chest. "Is my response to you telling me that you feel safe with me. I wish I -- I wish I was stronger to keep you safe." He cleared his throat quietly before raising your hand to his lips and kissing it.

The sensation of his soft lips against the back of your hand sent tingles down your body. "You are strong."

Hiromasa smiled and held your hand protectively in both of his. You almost start laughing, because he's still got the flute tucked between the thumb and index finger of one of his hands. Hiromasa notices your smirking and tilts his head to the side a little. "Am I doing something weird?" he asks with a bit of a teasing pout.

The laughter slips past your lips. "No, it's just ... you're still holding the flute."

"Oh!" His eyes widen as he looks down to his hands. He then sees the flute and starts laughing. He lets go of your hand and sticks the flute into his kimono sleeve. His face is a bright red from embarrassment, but he genuinely seems to think the whole thing is funny.

The two of you sit in silence for a few beats more. A light breeze blows from the grounds onto the veranda, sending a gentle chill against your neck.

"Hiro?" you ask.

"Y-Yes?"

You smile a bit shyly. "Would you like to come inside my room?"

Part 2

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate fanfiction - Part 2

Chapter 11 - Last chapter before part 3

The crickets are singing out underneath the evening sky as Gale and I lie peacefully in our bed. I can feel the lingering of the full moon, absorbing the energy held within it as we are wrapped within each other’s company. He’s holding Jenevelle, keeping her close to him as she stares into the pools of his chocolate eyes. It’s very obvious he doesn’t want to put our baby down, but I can’t blame him since he was gone for awhile.

“Emmy…” Gale’s gaze is intense as our eyes lock with one another. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you, but being gone that long without you confirmed just how much I actually love you. An adventure without my silly, upbeat, adorable, and powerful wife is an adventure I never want to do again.” He gently pats Jenevelle on the back as she lays quietly on his chest, then releases a loud belch. “Oof, that was a loud one.” I chuckle and reach out to hold my husband’s hand that lies on our baby’s back.

“I’m just glad it all worked out and everyone made it back alright. While I enjoyed time with our daughter and having Shadowheart around, it felt empty without you. You defeated those repugnant murderers who would have ended up killing more people than they already did. I’m so sorry you had to end the suffering of that dragonborn, but…she’s at peace now,” I reassure him.

“We didn’t want to kill her. Gods, it was such a heartbreaking decision to make. She…begged for it. She was being used to reproduce, and who knows how frequently she was being used. Multiple times a week? A day? I can’t even fathom.”

“I’m so hoping there will be no more of that terror.” Don’t get me wrong, there will always be evil Bhaal worshippers looking to please their murder lord. However, from what it sounds like, the ones rampaging and using that poor dragonborn are dead and maybe Baldur’s Gate will be restored once more. Gale kisses the side of my head gently, then we both stare at our sleeping daughter who is the least bit bothered, slumbering in peace.

Early morning makes a grand entrance and I notice Gale is heavily asleep, so I quietly tiptoe out of our bed to check on Jenevelle, who is asleep in her crib. What am I to do? Why am I up so early? Why can I not stay asleep? Probably because happiness is overflowing within me. Joy. Peace. I probably shouldn’t get used to this, which is a sad reality, just in case chaos wants to disrupt our lives to the highest degree again.

I open the door leading to the balcony, taking in the exquisite beauty of the dawn. A beautiful topaz yellow aura is ascending into the sky, and I notice waves of light glistening within the ocean waters ahead of me. I hear the singing of birds in the trees, and smell the delectable scent of fruits and vegetables growing from our garden. I head outside to check our mail and notice a letter from Gale’s mother. I pick up the piece of paper, unfolding it to read what it says:

‘My Dearest Gale,

I am so sorry I haven’t written to you in over a month. That’s unacceptable on my part. I hope you and your darling family are continuing to flourish and you aren’t summoning anything too close to my grandbaby. I’m drinking tea with Withers right now and he said you went to destroy the Bhaal cult? Are you nuts?! Son! He also mentioned you are immortal? He’s telling me all of this wild information as I sit here drinking my hibiscus honey tea and writing this letter. I love you, my boy, but danger loves to meet you. Tell Emmy I love her too, and I’d love to see you all sometime soon. I miss my grandbaby. And one last thing, dear: please quit getting into trouble.

Love,

Mother.’

I smile as I fold up the letter and meander quietly into the bedroom, placing the letter on his bedside. However, Gale wakes up and catches me in the act.

“Good morning – wait, you’re up before me?” he asks, tilting his head to the right with a bewildered expression on his face. “Are you alright?”

“I’m perfectly content, my love. I wanted to get up and enjoy the morning sunrise. Here, your mother wrote you a letter.” He smiles enthusiastically as he takes the letter from my hand and opens it up to read the contents within.

“Oh, mother. Sounds like Withers loves to gossip and tell her literally everything. No matter. We will need to arrange a time to see her.”

“Agreed. She is such a joy to have around.” I crawl back in bed for a moment to snuggle Gale amorously, thankful and forever blessed to be with him. Tonight, we are having a get-together with our friends here at the tower. Yes, I love how frequently we get together. Might as well enjoy it while we can, considering our friends – besides Astarion – are mortal. Plus, none of us are opposed to barbecue and a little alcohol…except maybe Halsin. Maybe Lae’zel will show up too.

The rest of the day entails harvesting the garden so we have fresh vegetables for our big dinner tonight, and Gale going over his studies before teaching at Blackstaff tomorrow, which lucky for us being immortal, we can’t get tired, though I’m not sure how our mental capacity will be after drinking a little too much. Me? I plan on at least having two glasses of wine tonight.

After a calm day of pursuing our hobbies and work-related duties, as well as taking care of Jenevelle, it’s finally time for a nice evening with friends. I’m dressed in my comfortable pink jumpsuit and white shoes, feeling casual but it also shows that I at least tried to dress up.

“Are you sure I look acceptable?” Gale asks, observing himself in the mirror and trying to decide if navy blue is his color. I absolutely believe it is.

“It’s a casual gathering with friends, my love. Don’t fret. You look as handsome as ever.” He smiles and gently grabs my hands within his.

“And you…you are breathtaking. More exotic than anything I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’d rather gaze into your eyes than admire the stars in the Astral Planes. The stars and skies will never compare to you.” My cheeks flush a bright crimson as I try to hide my face so he can’t see me blush; after all this time, he still makes me feel this way.

“Geez, I wish I was good with words,” I murmur as I brush my hair out of my face. He chuckles and places his lips on mine, while his hand is under my chin. Gods dammit, I can’t be getting aroused right now, stop it.

“You are perfect the way you are, baby. Now, our friends are almost here. Shall we go downstairs?” I pick up Jenevelle from her playpen, gently bouncing her in my arms as I kiss her on the forehead. Gale put her in a beautiful white dress that was given to us by his mother. “Could I hold her for a moment before Karlach takes her away like she enjoys doing?” I laugh as I hand her to him, realizing that’s more than true. She has a connection with Jenevelle that I adore, which is wonderful; she is auntie Karlach after all. Gale smiles at our daughter as he holds her, her sweet little coos making me smile as well. I absolutely love her so much, but anyone could tell that she’s wrapped around Gale’s finger.

We make our way downstairs to open the front door, noticing our friends have made their arrival for a fun and eventful night, including some we haven’t seen in ages: Cal, Lia, and Rolan.

“Barbecue time? Barbecue time,” Karlach cheers, hopping around from side to side. “Since I play well with fire, I’ll get the grill going.”

“Sorry, my dear friend, I beat you to it. I started it as soon as I arrived, just a hair before you did,” Halsin assures her, and her expression immediately shifts from excitement to disappointment.

“Ugh, fine. Gale, you know what to do.” Gale rolls his eyes and hands Jenevelle over to our eccentric tiefling friend. He then turns to face me and places his hands on my waist, pulling me close to his body. I bite my bottom lip, anticipating for him to kiss me as we stare intimately into each other’s eyes.

“Now you’re all mine,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss me but a loud knock on the door interrupts. “Come in!” To our surprise, Lae’zel and her son show up, and it puts a smile on my face. Before we make contact with her, he plants his lips on my face, filling me up with an erotic fire.

“Well, you’ll be all mine later tonight. For now, I’m going to help Halsin with the food outside,” he adds. I smile as I watch him walk away and head to the living area to converse with our amazing friends.

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👉👈 asahoku in either B or D flavors?

B: Biting/Begging  or D: Doggy Style/Domination/Denial (actually you get and here!)

“Aah– A-arthur–!”

Hawk, in hindsight, should have not agreed to sex first thing in the morning. Compared to his and his husband’s usual trysts at night, when the large and far between farms that were their neighbors had long gone to bed, sunlight streamed in through their (partially parted) curtains, and Hawk could hear birdsong outside between the sound of their bodies connecting. 

But when he had awoken that morning to Arthur’s gentle kisses across his face, and his morning wood pressed into Hawk’s thigh, he hadn’t found the heart to refuse.

Hawk heard Arthur moan beside his ear as his hips worked faster, before his teeth sunk in again to his throat, sending another piercing thrill of arousal through his mind and body. His thighs trembled while he tried to keep his body supported on his hands and knees as Arthur fully enveloped him. 

“Hawk, Hawk, ahh, we should do this during the day more often...” Arthur said and Hawk could hear the obvious smile in his tone. “You’re so gorgeous, I get to see all of you. I think— I think you’re even louder too—” 

A blush of embarrassment spread across Hawk’s face, reaching the tips of his ears. 

Surely—surely he wasn’t that loud–?! 

But as he tried to dip his head down, only to have Arthur’s fingers grip his chin to pull him back while he nipped his ear. 

“No hiding. I want to see you.”

One of Arthur’s hands pressed against Hawk’s stomach, as if searching for the feeling of his cock fucking into Hawk. 

“Maybe we should do it the other way.” Arthur crooned, his voice getting rougher. “Shift so you’re in my lap, bouncing on my—”

Arthur’s very vivid imagination was interrupted by the sound of knocking at their front door. For a moment, both of them went still, and Hawk’s mind flooded with panic. 

He was the first to whisper. “Arthur, we— we need to get the do—ngh?!”

The fingers holding Hawk’s chin had moved to shove into his mouth.

“Sorry, I will, I promise, but I can’t— stop, not now— sorry, sorry!” Arthur whispered, kissing his ear while the hand that had been on Hawk’s stomach had gone to fist Hawk’s cock. “Just— just a little more—”

Hawk was feeling a mix of further embarrassment and arousal as Arthur’s hips moved faster. He also felt irritation as Arthur called out “in a minute!” To another knock at the door, before Hawk had to bite down on Arthur’s fingers as he came.

As he regained some of his thoughts, he wanted to tell Arthur to pull out when he came, only to let out a garbled response before Arthur mumbled some drivel about him “tightening so well” as he came inside him.

Two minutes later, an obviously ruffled but somewhat presentable Arthur answered the door as Hawk was wrapped in their blanket, seething.

It thankfully was a request for pickup on some herbs Hawk had already prepared, but even when Arthur promised to get the bath ready for him, he spent much of his time wrapped up with seed dripping out of his ass forming a plan on how to get back at Arthur. 

—

The chance came with a gift from Agusti, from one of his best and dearest friends, in the shape of a new staff.

Heard you two don’t have much in regards to protection out there, so this might come in handy! Brand new arcane set up, but since you’re a pro with staves you should figure it out well enough. It’s called ‘Freeze.’ Shouldn’t be too serious, but should slow down any annoying brigand who decides to sniff around your place until Arthur zaps him.

Let me know how it goes if you test it!

Jeanne.

Hawk looked over the elegant staff resting in his hand— and a pleased smile crossed his face. He took the time to see that the staff did, indeed, do what Jeanne promised, and then he put the final touches on his plan. 

—

A few nights later, when dinner and the work of the day was done, Hawk beckoned Arthur to their bed with a few coaxing glances. Arthur was sitting with his back against the headboard they had carved for their bed a season ago, and Hawk was sitting in his lap as they passionately kissed. 

“I have a surprise for you.” Hawk said when he felt Arthur’s cock rise underneath him. “Stay right there.”

And Arthur stayed where he was, an eager smile on his face, as Hawk leaned over the side of their mattress, and pulled the staff hiding underneath it. Arthur’s expression immediately changed once Hawk uttered the incantation, his body going unnaturally rigid.

“H-huh?” 

“How do you feel, husband?” Hawk asked.

“I…” Arthur seemed to struggle, but neither his arms or legs moved. “I can’t— move, Hawk?”

“That means this staff is working appropriately.” Hawk smiled. “A gift from Jeanne. Isn’t it nice?”

Arthur was still too confused to give a proper response. “Yeah, but, why did you—?”

“Do you remember the morning you answered the door for me, while I was indisposed?” 

The memory came back, and Arthur had to wherewithal to at least look sheepish.

“Come— come on, we were both panicking, and I know it takes you a bit after we do it to come back to yourself—”

Hawk smiled as Arthur continued to flounder for an excuse, only to eventually give in. 

“Okay, you got me, I give. So is this the punishment: you getting me hot under the collar and leaving me aching for the night?” 

“Mmm, you might luck out: I don’t think this staff is very powerful, so it might only last an hour or so. But this is only the first part of my revenge.” 

Arthur still had enough power over his body to blink. “Huh?”

—

Hawk’s mouth had grown sore as he worked over Arthur’s erection, rubbing soothing circles into Arthur’s thigh while his tongue swiped over the angry red tip of his cock, unable to milk even a drop of precome from it. 

“I should take notes,” Hawk mumbled as he rested his cheek against the sensitive flesh. “It gets so red. I can tell you're straining, but your muscles are still under Freeze’s effects…”

Arthur had screamed himself hoarse, and was now talking in broken, pleading sentences while tears dripped down his cheeks. “Hawk… Hawk it’s too much, I can’t…”

“You can’t?” Hawk said, stroking up his shaft while Arthur keened. “Don’t you want your reward? Don’t you want your thick, hot seed to come all over me, all over my face?”

Arthur’s eyes squeezed shut, and in his agony not realizing he was furiously shaking his head, as if to ward away the image Hawk just planted in his head.  “This isn’t helping!”

“Mmm, I’m sorry.” Hawk said, genuinely feeling for Arthur. “But there’s nothing I can do, and since you can’t touch me, all I’m left with is this.”

Hawk punctuated the last word with another stroke of Arthur’s cock, making Arthur cry. 

“Sorry, sorry, please, please Hawk let me cum, I wanna cummm…!” 

Hawk was about to respond, only to feel Arthur’s thigh jerk underneath his fingers and suddenly he got a face full of Arthur’s reward.

Arthur hiccupped and sobbed as his cock continued to spurt aftershocks of cum, his body limp even when movement had returned to his limbs. Hawk wiped his face before gently taking Arthur into his arms and running a soothing hand through his hair. 

Hawk felt a pleasant warmth as he looked down at the state of his love, even as he gently encouraged him and assured him as Arthur began to snuggle into his embrace. He knew his plan had gone perfectly, and he got to see how adorable Arthur could be when he was begging from a new perspective!

“No…. no more…” Arthur mumbled.

Hawk kissed his sweat-soaked brow. “Don’t worry, no more. My revenge is complete.”

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A Day in the Life of a House Husband

Here we go! I said I would write it, and here it is. Domestic!Rio is such a cute idea so I had fun with this. I went way too overboard with this tbh what with my obsession with pre-modern domestic work. I'm currently intrigued with it, reading a book at how cooking and cleaning evolved through history lol so sorry if this seems to drag, but I'm quite pleased with it haha As always, I hope people enjoy this and thanks for reading!

7:00 am

The morning dawned bright and shining for the young newlywed couple. It was Monday, the start of a new week. While they would easily have chosen to stay cuddled in bed together, they knew full well that money didn’t earn itself. Like every other day before they were married, they would have to get up and get to work.

“I’m heading to the bookstore, Rio!” Emma said as she slipped on her shoes by the front door.

Rio turned her way as he finished drying their breakfast dishes. Emma’s lacy apron covered his shirt and trousers so the soapy water wouldn’t soak them.

“Have a nice day, darling!” He called out in response.

Surprisingly, she trotted back over to him. “Will I see you for lunch?” She asked.

He grinned, his sky-blue eyes shining. “Of course! I’ll pack the most delicious food for us!” He assured her as he bent down closer to her.

Emma giggled, knowing exactly what he wanted. With a grin of her own, she leaned up to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Good bye till then!” She said.

“Yes, I’ll see you later.”

And with that, Emma left for a day’s work at the bookstore. Even though they were married now, Rio made it perfectly clear that there was no reason she had to give up her job she loved so much. They had decided that there would be days that he would go to work with her and there would be days that he stayed home to look after the house. Between the two of them, he was the better cook and after serving as an attendant it was obvious he also was a meticulous cleaner – both things bookwork Emma didn’t exactly excel at. Not only that, but there was really only one worker needed at the bookstore for most of the time, the owner had told them. Emma, with her vast knowledge of book learning and quick thinking with numbers usually was more than capable of managing the store’s book keeping and stock by herself. As such, the owner didn’t mind if Rio only worked parttime and their little system worked just fine even now that they were married.

With Emma gone and the dishes now dried and put away, it was time to start the day with cleaning the house. Even though this wasn’t exactly a paying job, Rio would be quite busy, which he liked.

“Right then!” He exclaimed with his hands on his hips. He glanced over to see their cat Ginger sitting in the nearby windowsill by their small dining table. The orange tabby’s golden eyes stared sleepily back at him as he basked in the warm sunlight.

“Time to get to work!” He told the cat. He emptied the dirty dishwater into a slop bucket and carted it outside to dispose of onto the lawn. Heading back inside, he took off the apron, hung it on a hook in the kitchen closet and began the chores of the day.

Their house wasn’t very big but Monday was the busiest day of the week; he liked to get a lot of chores done earlier in the week rather than later. He would tidy up the house, scrub a lot of the iron ware, do the washing and go to the grocers. There was also the routinely dusting and sweeping that he liked to do every day. He decided to start with their bedroom.

The bedding didn’t need to be cleaned this week. He had changed the sheets and mattress cover already the week before. All he had to do was ensure they were tucked into the mattress and smoothed out neatly. He fluffed the pillows (making Emma’s extra fluffy) and placed them neatly back in their place. Discarded clothes and night garments were picked up and placed in a basket to add to the rest of the washing that would be done later. Then, with extra precision, he ensured that Emma’s brush and toiletries were placed neatly on her vanity table – a nice wedding present from one of the princes that wasn’t too lavish or useless.

He opened the window to air the room out and noticed Ginger getting comfortable on the bed.

“Thank you for waiting until after I was done for once,” he said to the cat who merely yawned in response. Seeing the cat falling asleep gave Rio hope that he wouldn’t bug him too much while he was cleaning.

Once he swept and dusted the bedroom, the small sitting room at the front of the house was next. He again opened the windows to air the room out. He would be dusting here as well, so it was important to have the windows open so the room wouldn’t get too stuffy. A dust feather in hand and a kerchief tied around his lower face, he got to work dusting the mantlepiece and the wooden bookshelf that were the focal pieces of the little room (once again, another wedding gift, from Chevalier of all people). It always astonished him how much dust could gather even in a small space with only a few items spread about.

Next came the fireplace. Using a coal scooper, he scraped the fireplace clean so he could polish the grates. The soot and ashes were placed in a separate basket to recycle along with the other rubbish around the house. As he finished, who would appear but little Ginger, brushing against him in a greeting.

“Hey you. Are you done sleeping already?”

The cat responded with a meow.

“Know what I’m doing? I’m getting ready to polish the grates with this!” He brandished a small bowl of black stuff and three scrub brushes.

“Blacking polish! Mix some graphite powder with lampblack and water, and here we are! It’ll make our fireplace shine!”

The cat sniffed it and walked away, not caring for the smell.

Humming an airy tune, Rio began scrubbing. First, he used a roughly bristled brush to get the iron clean from any excess soot and ash. Next, he used a smoother brush to apply the blacking polish, and finally he used the finest brush of the three to get the iron shining.

8:00

Rio continued his humming as he took some dried tea leaves and sprinkled them on the rug in the sitting room. It would help the rugs smell nice before he swept. Going into the kitchen, he placed his blacking polish on a counter and removed his kerchief. The kitchen didn’t really need dusting but he opened the windows to keep the room airy for his later cooking. Hanging above the sink were many dried flowers and herbs, which he liked to grind into a sweet-smelling powder. He would place them in small bags and spread them around the house to keep it smelling lovely. Emma quite liked the smells they gave off so he was happy to keep applying them daily.

Taking a wiry broom from the kitchen closet, he did his sweeping. Both front and kitchen doors were opened so he could sweep the dust and dirt away outside. Ginger trotted outside once the kitchen door was open so he could go play in the garden and chase squirrels. Once the floors were swept satisfactorily, he grabbed the mats and beat them outside with a wooden paddle so as to get all of the dirt and dust off of them.

All the while, he kept humming and singing to himself. He would hear lots of different songs when he would go to the main square of town to shop or socialize and one in particular kept popping up in his head:

Oh she is my dear, my darlin one

Her eyes are sparklin, full of fun

No other, no other

Can match the likes of her.

She is my dear, my darlin one,

My smiling and beguiling one.

I love the ground she walks upon,

My darling country girl.

The song made him think of Emma and he couldn’t help smiling. Putting the paddle and brush away, he decided to give the stove a good polish before moving onto the biggest chore of the day: the washing.

He pumped a good amount of water into a metal tub and placed it on the stove which he would heat up. As he waited for the water to boil, he used a pocket knife to slice some soap into chips to add to the water. He had made the soap himself, getting advice from one of the local housewives on how to mix ash and fat, setting it in salt to use instead of spending a good amount of money for store-bought soap.

The water was soon hot enough and he set the tub, along with a separate tub of water for rinsing, outside to be ready to wash their clothes. Since there was only the two of them, the laundry never piled up too much, but the cleaning process was still rigorous. He had to make sure their clothes were spotless, after all.

8:30

Emma’s clothes were a particular chore in and of themselves when it came to the laundry. Since some of her clothing had lace, he had to pick apart the seams so as not to damage the materials. He would sew them back together later once dried. Once they were ready, he began the washing.

First went the soap chips, worked into the water to make a good amount of suds. Then in went the clothing. He took a larger paddle and stirred them around, soaking them into the soapy water. The paddle was forked so he could lift the clothes up and dump them into the rinsing tub. A wash board was then used so he could give their clothes a good scrub. This process was repeated a good couple of times. It was back breaking work, something he was glad to do with his strength in Emma’s place.

9:30

The washing was finally done an hour later. Rio was relieved that it was a sunny day, as he could spread the clothes out to dry on the clotheslines. It wasn’t long before all of the weekly laundry was pinned on the lines and hanging out to dry.

But his list of chores wasn’t done yet. Next came his favorite part, the gardening. Yes, he and Emma had grown a small garden behind their house and he always enjoyed caring for it. Most of the garden was herbs and flowers, but he did grow a couple of vegetables. He had been inspired by, again, neighboring housewives who introduced him to the art of canning vegetables. It saved time and money, both very necessary, especially in the winter months.

“Oh look! The primroses are blooming nicely!” He said to Ginger, who was lounging in the tree they had in their garden.

“Hmm..” He studied the other flowers. “Might need to work on the chrysanthemums..”

Trowel and shears in hand, he spent the next hour or so making sure their garden stayed fresh and blooming. He filled a small watering can to keep the plants healthy and made sure to weed out anything intrusive to their plants.

“Tomatoes are getting nice and red,” he remarked under his breath. “Strawberries are looking good too. Perhaps I’ll pick some for our lunch!”

10:45

“All right, let me do this and then I’ll get lunch ready,” he told himself. He washed his face and hands free of the dirt. A bundle of flowers sat on the counter and he used scissors to trim the stems.

“Emma will love these!” He said happily. Soon he had two or three vases filled with water and bouquets of primroses, chrysanthemums, daisies, and, of course, roses were placed about the house for her to see when she came home.

With that pleasant chore done, he was ready to prepare the lunch. He thought some sandwiches and a salad would be fitting. That meant baking bread and fetching some vegetables and salted meat from the cellar. Preserving food could be difficult, so he had taken it upon himself to dig a root cellar behind their house. The cellar was dug deep into the ground where the earth stayed cooler and was a great way to keep food from spoiling. There was an ice man who sold ice in town, but that could get expensive and Rio only set money aside for ice once in a while.

First came the bread, since baking it would take a while. Like a good home maker, he kept all his ingredients stored neatly in jars tucked away in the small kitchen closet. Bowls and other cooking utensils were placed on easy-to-reach shelves or hung from hooks. Their kitchen wasn’t anything grand like in the palace, but Rio kept it neat and uncluttered the best he could.

He soon had the dough made and placed on a wooden tray. He just had to wait for it to rise and then into the stove it would go. He stoked the fire with a pair of tongs to make sure he would get a good blaze going for the bread. With that ready to go, he went out to the root cellar to get the rest of the food needed for sandwiches.

“The pork’s about finished. I’ll use up that for the sandwiches and get more when I go shopping,” he decided as he descended into the cellar. Rio kept the little room relatively dark to ensure the room kept an even, chill temperature.

The stored meat was placed on stone slabs, wrapped in paper packaging and coated with salt. The vegetable and fruit jars were on wooden shelves. Various other foodstuffs were stored in crates that had ice packed in the bottom. There was also ceramic jars of butter and milk stored here.

Gathering everything he needed (including some strawberries which he picked from the garden), he headed back into the house and began chopping up vegetables for a salad. It was crucial to eat greens as much, if not more so, as it was to eat meat. He had to make sure his Emma stayed healthy.

He gave a little poke to the squishy dough and decided it was time to put it into the stove oven. He slid the wooden tray in and shut the iron door.

11:30

The salad now finished, he packed it with the strawberries and placed both into a large basket. It would serve a double purpose since he would store his purchases from the grocers in there once he and Emma were done eating lunch together. The aroma drifting around the kitchen told him the bread was just about ready too. Out it came, a little black around the edges, but nice and fluffy-white inside.

The bread gave a satisfying crunching sound when he sliced it for the sandwiches. A slice of meat and cheese, with a leaf of lettuce, and he had four little sandwiches ready to be packed. What with the smell of the bread and the sight of the meat and cheese, Rio’s mouth was beginning to water.

“Add my delicious dressing for the salad and we’re all set!” He proclaimed. He held a small jar of brown liquid that was a homemade dressing he had learned to make not too long ago. It was an oil and vinegar concoction with spices added to give it more taste.

“I hope Emma’s hungry! I know I am!” He told Ginger, who had come back inside at this point. He hauled the basket up over one arm and went to the front door to slip his shoes on.

“See you later, Ginger! Watch the house for me,” he told the cat. The orange tabby trilled at him before sitting down in one of their chairs.

Rio closed the door behind him and made his way to the town center square. He took one last glance behind him to make sure the laundry was still hanging on the lines. They were firmly clipped in place. With that worry put to ease, he was ready to go meet Emma for lunch.

“Good morning Rio!” One of the nearby ladies greeted him. She was in her front yard trimming some rose bushes.

“Good morning Mrs. Rosseau! Your roses are looking marvelous!” He complimented her brightly. A gentle breeze stirred his golden hair as he walked.

“Why thank you. I think they’re quite a lovely color myself. Are you going out to meet Emma?”

He beamed. “I certainly am! I packed a lunch for us!” He held up the basket to illustrate.

“How thoughtful you are,” She simpered, placing a hand on her cheek. “Oh, I know! How about a rose to give to her? I’ll let you pick one!”

His eyes shone even more. “Will you? Truly?”

She giggled, older housewife though she was. “Of course! Tell me which one you like.”

Rio looked at the several blooming flowers. They varied from pale pinks to deeper shades that rivaled the loveliest peony.

“How about that one?” He pointed to a rose that was quite the vibrant pink. It reminded him of Emma’s rosy cheeks when she blushed for him.

“I had a feeling you would choose that.” The lady smiled and with a snip of her scissors, the rose was his.

“Thank you, Madame.”

“It’s my pleasure, Rio. Drop by sometime with Emma. We’ll fix a nice dinner for you two.”

“I will be happy to! I’m sure Emma will also! Have a good day!”

And so, his walk continued. Rio was quite the favorite with the neighboring housewives. They invited him to all sorts of gatherings, from teas to walks in the nearby park. He didn’t mind it. Older folk always had words of wisdom to give and the ladies gave him insight on how to run a house and also on how to be a good husband to Emma.

Speaking of which…

“Oh, hello Rio!” Another lady called as he walked down the lane. She was in her lawn as well, but was standing over what looked to be a broken wheelbarrow.

“Mrs. Moreau! Good morning! What are you up to?” He asked.

“Oh this old thing is giving me trouble again. This time the wheel’s come off.”

He frowned. “Is there something I could do to help?” He wondered.

“Depends. Are you good with tools?”

He smiled a little. “I think so. I can at least lend a hand.”

The older lady nodded and gestured for him to come over. “I can use all the help I can get. I really should invest in a new one. This old thing is getting rusty too.”

“We’ll see what we can do. If your husband owns a wrench, that would help.” He set the basket down on the front steps of the house before following her to a shed in the back.

12:05

“Thank you so much, young man. It looks almost good as new!” Mrs. Moreau patted Rio on the back while they stared proudly at the now erect wheelbarrow.

“We just need to get rid of that rust and it will be!” He told her.

“Quite right. You know what to do?” She asked.

He decisively nodded. They went into her kitchen.

“Take a cup of vinegar, a fourth cup of lime juice, and a half cup of salt; then mix it all together and there you have it! Rust remover!” Rio exclaimed as he handed the lady the bowl of their concoction.

“Just so! You’re getting the hang of this ‘house wife’ business.” She winked at him.

“I do my best!” He said proudly.

“And as a reward, here.” She took a round dish off of her windowsill. “I just baked this elderberry pie. Share it with Emma.”

“Why thank you, Mrs. Moreau! Are you sure - ”

“I will take no arguments. You’ve earned it by always helping us ladies out.”

He smiled. “Thank you, Madame. Have a good rest of your day, all right?”

“You too, dearie. Be on your way now!”

Rio didn’t need to be told twice. He carefully placed the pie in the basket and resumed his walk. He had a feeling he was running late so he tried to walk a little faster.

“Rio! Rio!”

Another barrier now stood in his way. Two children came running up to him as he got nearer to the town square. A boy and a girl, they approached him with wide, pleading eyes.

“Hello Marie, Jean. What are you two up to?”

“Can you help us?” The boy named Jean pleaded. “We were flying a kite and it’s caught in a tree!” He pointed to one of the trees that were planted along the road leading to town. A red paper kite was stuck on some of the higher branches.

He tried his best not to heave an audible sigh in front of the children. After all, he couldn’t just leave them after they came to him for help.

“Very well. I’ll have it down in no time!” He again set the basket down and clambered up the tree. The kite was stuck on a rather high branch, so it took him a couple of minutes to reach it.

“Almost… Got it!” He exclaimed as he tugged it free of the branches. He looked down to see the two hopeful faces of the kids below him. “Here! Catch!” He told them as he tossed the kite down.

The two children caught it together and gave him some of the biggest smiles he’d ever seen.

“Thank you Rio!”

“You’re the best, Rio!”

“Aw, no problem guys.” He hopped down from the tree and brushed some leaves out of his hair. “Be more careful with that next time.” He advised.

“We will!” “Bye!”

Seeing how thankful the two of them were and how happy they were to have their kite back made Rio smile. But only for a moment when he realized...

“I’m gonna be late!” He exclaimed. He snatched up the basket and now made a dash for the center of town. Emma was most definitely waiting for him by now. He hoped she hadn’t been waiting for long, hungry and wasting her lunch hour.

There she was, sitting on the ledge of the big fountain that was located in the very middle of the town square. She sat with her legs crossed and a book in her lap, reading away.

Well, at least she hasn’t been bored, Rio thought.

“Emma!” He called to her. The young woman’s head shot up and she beamed a great smile at him when she saw him approaching.

“There you are! I was getting worried!” Though she didn’t look too worried at all.

“I’m so sorry I’m running late. I was making good time before...”

Emma set the book aside and propped her elbows up on her knees. She set her chin in her hands as she tenderly watched him.

“Let me guess. Some of the ladies stopped you on your way and asked for your help in one thing or another.”

The young man sheepishly smiled. “Guilty as charged. I hope you haven’t been waiting very long.”

She shook her head. “Not so much. I am hungry though!” She eyed the basket.

“Say no more!” Rio eagerly set the basket down on the fountain between the two of them. He began opening it when he spotting the rose lying on top of the wrapped food.

“Oh yes, and as a reward for waiting so patiently...” He held the rose out to her. “For you, my love.”

Emma’s eyes widened and little and a small smile came over her face. “Rio...” She took the flower and held it up to her nose. A lovely blush spread over her cheeks, matching the rose’s color.

“Thank you, it’s lovely.”

“You’re most welcome.”

The two shared a smile before the sound of both of their stomachs rumbling brought them back to the present. They couldn’t help but laugh.

“Right! Food! Let’s eat!” He said and quickly brought their meal out of the basket. Napkins were spread out onto their laps and they started with the sandwiches, followed with the strawberries and salad, and ending with the pie.

“If you being a little late from helping our neighbors means we get such delicious desserts, I don’t mind you being late every day!” Emma joked as she took another bite of pie. She hummed happily as she chewed. The pie was still warm and melted in their mouths.

“It does make a good incentive!” He agreed while munching on strawberries.

1:05

The two of them had enjoyed a pleasant lunch, eating and sharing how their mornings went. All too soon, though, Emma had to go back to work. Rio offered to walk her back to the store, wanting to be with her for just a little longer. Hand in hand, they made their way to the little book shop around the corner.

“Want to share the pie with the owner?” Rio asked before Emma went back inside.

“Oh certainly! He’ll appreciate that and it will make a good afternoon snack,” she said.

He handed the rest of the dessert to her and sighed. “Well, I’ll be back this evening to walk you home.”

She smiled. “I appreciate that. Are you sure it’s not too much trouble..?”

“Of course not,” he assured her.

She frowned a little, looking down at the ground. “Well, if you say so… I know it’s a lot to ask of you, especially since you also do a lot of the house work…”

Now he was the one to frown. He stepped a little closer and gently grasped her chin to make her look back up at him. “Emma, it’s never any trouble for me. Neither is staying home to look after the house. This life with you is far greater than anything I could ever ask for. I don’t care if we live in a small house and have to do everything ourselves. I am happy; happier than before we were married and when we had to live in the palace. I wouldn’t trade this for the world.”

That mad her smile again and she wrapped her arms around his neck to hug him.

“Thank you Rio,” she whispered before giving him a sweet kiss. He was more than happy to kiss her back, wrapping his arm around her waist.

“Of course. Now you’d better get back to work. I’ll be back this evening and we’ll get supper going. All right?”

She nodded and kissed his cheek once more before heading back inside. Rio let out a lovelorn sigh and shook his head. His Emma was all too sweet. He couldn’t wait for her work to be over so he could take her home.

The rest of his time in town was spent in the market place, where he picked some fresh produce and meat for supper. They had discussed what they should eat for dinner over their lunch and the consensus had been on mutton; they were able to splurge a little.

The grocers and butchers were always very friendly with Rio, as he helped them with various odd jobs occasionally. There was still the usual haggling of prices, but he was always treated fairly and made sure to always be honest with them in return. Once he was finished with his purchases, he loaded his basket up and headed back home.

2:00

Up until the time he went to get Emma, Rio would finish his chores by placing the rubbish baskets out by the front door for the rubbish men to pick up later that evening. He would then collect the now-dried laundry to fold and put away. The more perishable groceries were kept in the root cellar until he and Emma were ready to cook together.

Once everything was finished, he would take some time to relax in the sitting room and catch up on the reading he and Emma were doing together while Ginger more often than not slept on his lap. A favorite past time of theirs was to choose books to read and recommend them to each other if they enjoyed them. It made for some fun conversations in the evenings during and after supper.

Once the little clock on the mantlepiece struck five, he would shut his book and head back out to go get his wife. Their walks home were always nice, holding hands and enjoying the evening air together. He was looking forward to having her back home, cooking supper and cleaning up afterwards together.

“It’ll be a good evening, and when we’re ready, I think I’ll show her just how much I appreciate her tonight,” he said to himself with a satisfied smile.

Yes sir, he would be quite the devoted husband tonight, in every sense of the meaning.

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Sophias Indecent Proposal

“Two coffees please, decaf” asked Sophia to the guy behind the cart, a few moments later, 2 steaming hot cups were presented, with Sophia handing over the cash to the seller.

She walked back over to the park bench to meet with Josie, who at this point was 7 months pregnant.   It was a cold February morning, but that didn’t stop Sophia’s twins and Josie’s daughter playing in the park almost like they were siblings.

The mothers were wrapped up warm, but the coffee helped cool off the winter chill.

“As much as I love these little impromptu playdates” Josie said “I’m sensing you have something to tell me”

“Uh Huh” acknowledged Sophia, taking a sip from her coffee cup.  “You know its Johns birthday soon…”

“Yeah”

“I was wondering if you would help me with his present.”

“Oh, sure… what is it you want to get him.”

“I want John to have a bumpjob.”

Josie almost spat out her coffee.   “A what…?”

Sophia was almost giggling with the response “You know… his cock, your belly… jiggling” she announced, her latino accent which she still hadn’t lost after all the years living with John making the statement sound more innuendo filled than it should have been.   “Honestly, John loved it so much when I was pregnant.   I mean I know I had twins in me… and I was BIG as a result… but he’ll love it when you’re doing it to him.”

“And how’s this going to be your present to John.  I mean, I’m the gift in this case” asked Josie, her smile giving away the fact that she had already basically agreed to do it.

“Oh I have a nice surprise for him at the end… Jo… I’m pregnant.”  Josies smile and subsequent hug all the evidence needed that she was elated at the news.   “I only took the test a few days ago… I mean I was 3 weeks late, and lets just say we had a fun time at Christmas this year.   So DON’T you go telling people, you hear!”

Josie grinned, running her finger past her lips and motioning as if to fasten a lock.   Mumbling without opening her lips so it was quite hard to understand “my lips are sealed.”

The group had shared each others beds many times in the past, Sophia, her husband John, Josie and her husband Steve, so as much as this proposal wasn’t really something that was unusual to either of them.

Roughly a week later, on the day of John’s birthday, he had taken both their and Josie’s collection of kids out for Ice cream, with them all going to Sarah’s for the evening on the pretense that Sophia and John were going to have an evening of intimacy for his birthday, and Josie was going to have an evening of being pampered by Steve just because she was pregnant, and she deserved it every now and again.   Of course Steve was well aware of the true plans for the evening, Josie sharing her meeting with Sophia with him pretty much as soon as she walked back through the door after the discussion at the park.

Josie settled herself down on the edge of Sophia and Johns bed, peeling off her clothes she sat in front of Sophia in her lingerie.

“Look… I know this is for John, but considering what you’re showing here in front of me… I want you girl” Sophia practically purred as she looked Josie’s form up and down.

Josie took a moment to run her hands up and down her body, stopping at her breasts which she bounced and grabbed, then running her hands down to her belly.  “Always room for a threesome after you give the big reveal” she smiled wickedly.

Suddenly there were sounds of the front door opening as Johns keys were pushed into the lock.

“Action stations” giggled Sophia as she shouted “come upstairs babe, got a surprise for you” as she sat down on a chair in the corner of the room.

John didn’t waste any time in coming upstairs, but stopped short when he saw the occupants of the room.  “Hi Jo” he grinned, her lingerie clad body enough of an obvious indication of what had been planned.

“Happy birthday baby… I know how much you liked playing with my pregnant body when I was full with the twins… and its been years since then… so I got the next best thing… this gorgeous lady… all for you to enjoy.”  Sophia was smiling.  John looked from face to face, and Josie’s expression mirrored Sophias.   

“I want your hard cock rubbing your cum all around this big baby belly” she cooed “get me all hot and heavy… aw fuck, I’m already  heavy, get me hot”   she took some lotion from a bottle placed next to her and squirted it onto her bump.  “You first job is to rub this in.”  John approached with his hands outstretched.  “Hold up… not with your hands.   Only cock to bump contact.”

Johns trousers gave way to the evidence that this was turning him on, his bulge was growing massive.   Zipping down his fly and undoing his button, his trousers dropped down.   He kicked them off and tugged down his boxers, finally exposing his manhood for the two ladies in the room.   He hadn’t taken off his upper garments, but he dived in anyway, holding this now fully engorged cock against Josie’s bump and using the head of his cock to trace patterns with the lotion.

Josie leaned back and groaned, one hand behind her holding her weight, and the other cupping her breast as she played.   The hand that had been playing was placed gently on top of John’s as she directed the cock in figure eight motions around her belly button, which had popped out.

Sophia lept up from her chair and moved behind John, lifting his tee shirt up.  “You’re going to get messy, lets not ruin this top, I like it.” Josie momentarily let go of Johns hand so he could lift it up to help with the removal of the top, but her own hand then clamped back onto Johns cock like it was her personal plaything… I guess for the moment it was.   The slick liquid that she had coated her belly with was now covering Johns cock, and she ran her hand up and down the shaft, twisting at the end like she was masturbating with it, but it remained constantly pressed against her pregnant belly.

“I need you to hump my hand John” purred Josie, which he obliged, thrusting his hips against the O shape formed by Josie’s fingers.   The ‘shlick, shlick’ sound music to her ears as John pushed back and forth.   “Sophia, do the honours please”

“But of course my dear” announced Sophia as she moved around to behind Josie, removing the clasps from the bra portion of her lingerie and whipped it off, Josies ample breasts flopping down onto her belly.    John reacted with delight at the new target, forcing his cock up to rest between Josie’s breasts when she let out a ‘tsk’ sound.   “Naughty naughty… on todays menu is a bumpjob not a tittyfuck.   Down boy.   These are mine.”   She emphasised the point by leaving go of Johns cock and pushing her weight forward with her other hand, both now free to grab a nipple each and start rolling them between her thumb and forefinger.

Sophia dived in and took over control of Johns manhood, sliding the cock, now leaking precum in each movement back down to Josie’s belly button.

Sophia recognised the tensing in John’s movements, knowing he was close to the edge.

She leaned in and licked his cock which twitched in response, he almost lost it right there she thought.

Sophia leaned in and placed a sensual kiss on Josie’s lips, moving 1 hand to take place of Josie’s on her breast, Josie in turn placing her now free hand on top of Sophias guiding Johns cock.

Josie squeezed Sophias hand, which in turn tightened around John, and pushed out her belly.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming… fuck me” John blurted out a fraction of a second before his cock shot out several long streams of creamy cum all over Josie’s belly.

Josie started rubbing the sticky mess all over her belly.  “That’s 100 percent prime baby making juice right there daddy.”

John wasn’t quite aware of what was said, he just knew there was something important with that sentence.   Taking a second to regain his focus, he looked at Sophia who smiled.

“John, I’m pregnant, happy birthday daddy!”

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Five Senses - Part Two

Chapter Four

"Are you out of your mind!?!" Sunny yelled at him. "What do you think you were doing back there? Do you want to start a war at this rate?"

While the other two stared at him, Taeyong grunted and stood up in a haste, walked around the room until he reached his table, and in one swipe threw everything off. Before he could go any further, which would mean a destructed room, Sunny held him back with her strength and pushed him back to sit.

"What's wrong Taeyong!?!" she grabbed his shoulders. "What happened!?!"

"EVERYTHING'S WRONG!" he yelled back pushing her away. He turned to both Hendery and Yuta, his eyes softening at the sight of them backing up. "Their mothers, all of our half siblings and their mothers, their families... You can have only one soulmate, yet dad threw theirs in prison and kept them for himself. He broke families! He nearly did the same to Seulgi's mother while she was already pregnant. That's why she was in the human world, because they ran away. Her father hid them, and when dad tried to find her, he got all the other families to fight against him. But guess what, dad exiled them right away. Why else do you think Johnny was exiled? The revolution or whatever his parents took part in was for a damn good reason. Someone like dad doesn't deserve to be king! Now Seulgi left me because she cant bare to live in this palace let alone have me, the crown prince of that psychopath vampire king, as her soulmate!"

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Seulgi laid in her bed, her pillow wet with tears as she slowly stopped crying. Her mother laid beside her combing her daughter's hair as she had been doing for the longest time, ever since she found her like this almost an hour ago and heard what had happened. She was horrified, somewhat even disgusted, that her own daughter was tied soulmates with the son of the man who broke families and had affairs.

But she was a firm believer that such occurrences have a reason, that it happened for something better to follow. While Seulgi shifted and moved into her mother's arms and drapped an arm over her waist, the elder woman figured that the most obvious reason would be for Seulgi to be the one to fix the corrupted mess the king had created. But as valiant as it sounds, being the only child and family she had, she couldn't let her child go through such a tough mission.

"My dear girl..." the elder woman whispered into her daughter's hair. "My baby, what did we do for you to go through this... Why did it have to be you? You're such a sweet woman, gifted with the kindest of hearts, you see nothing but beautiful things even in the most darkest of times... Why you?"

Seulgi fell asleep in her mother's arms, tired from all the crying. Her mother looked down at her with sorrowful eyes and laid a kiss on her forehead before tucking her in with her favourite childhood big teddy bear and leaving the room.

She stayed up that night, sitting out in their front yard looking at the sky, thinking about the state her daughter and where her husband could have been. It had been over fifty years since she last saw him, but her love never changed and she never lost hope knowing one day he'd come back and they could be one again.

"Excuse me?" she jumped at the sudden voice and turned to see a man standing a bit far from her. "Oh no, please don't be afraid of me. I'm..."

"Who are you?" she stood up as her eyes glowed red, but the man quickly came closer and held her hands, suddenly kneeling down.

"Please listen to me, I'm Taeyong, Seulgi's soulmate, the son of the king who... ruined your family." his pleads shocked her and she quickly pulled her hands away from him. "I came to talk to you, please. I know you hate my family to the core and you have every right to do so. But please, we didn't know about any of this. We were taught wrong, and I hate this all as much as you do. But I love Seulgi, and I don't want to lose her. I just want help, to find a way for me to still be with her. You're her mother, you must know something that can convince her to take me back. I won't force her to stay at the palace with us, I'll move here if I have to, just please... I need her..."

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