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lilywastaken · 1 year

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⇝ together .

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!AFAB!Reader.

PART THREE OF MÉNAGE.

SUMMARY: A month after his return, you start warming up to Simon, only for him to ruin it.

WARNINGS: AFAB!Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N!), Fluff for once, Angst, mild nsfw, mentions of child abuse and abuse in general, canon typical violence, choking (not in a sexy way).

A/N: Finally finished!! I'm so sorry I haven't been able to get this out sooner, these past weeks have just been chocked full of assignments I had to finish 😭 I hope this lives up to everyone's expectations!!! Please don't forget to reblog and leave a comment, it helps a lot!!

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"'m blaming this on you."

You grumbled to Simon as you watched your son clap his hands against his father's, happy coos and gurgles leaving him.

"What?" He turned away from Tommy to look at you with a confused look, well, you assumed it was confused by the way his eyes were squinted. "How is this my fault?"

"He's copying you." You yawned, curling into the foetal position and pulling up the blanket over your body, head almost rolling off the sofa as you continued to pay attention to your son and his father's every movement. "You don't sleep so he doesn't."

"Not sure that's how his brain works yet." You could hear the amusement in his words, rolling your eyes as you switched your gaze from them up to the telly, that was playing some football game Simon had put on a few hours ago. "Think he's just not tired."

You know you should've expected this, Tommy's doctor had warned you at the last appointment when he'd gotten his first shots that he might experience some type of sleep regression, which meant more hours of staying awake while watching your son. And maybe it would've been worse for you if Simon wasn't there experiencing the same stress as you were. Weirdly, it felt nice to have another person in the same boat as you, even if he didn't really seem that keen on needing to sleep like you did.

Tommy seemed to had taken a liking to his father ever since the first day they'd both met, but that was kind of a given after Simon had spent the whole month after that coming over almost every single day (except for the days where he'd warned you before time that he'd be gone for work) and spending it all with his son.

You kind of hoped that Tommy had started to recognise him as a father like he did with you as a mother, since he was at the age where he was able to recognise caregivers; but even if he didn't, he did still cling onto Simon's hand every time it was time for him to leave like he did to you, tears bordering at his glassy eyes when you stood at the door with him in your arms waving goodbye to Simon.

You almost started crying every time he'd start making grabby hands at Simon, who'd rest his face against his son's tummy and let his chubby hands pull at the cloth of his balaclava, sometimes even pulling it up over his lips so he could press a quick kiss to his cheek, hiding his face immediately once you came in, unknowing that you'd been watching them before.

It wasn't like the bad blood that you had with Simon had magically been solved, you were still sometimes on edge or a bit snappy at him when it came to Tommy or your "relationship" with him, but you weren't as furious with him as you were when he first showed up.

"Not interestin' enough for you, am I?" Simon grunted as Tommy's attention drifted from the clapping to the telly above him, eyes wide as the presenter talked about some red card.

"You've bored him." You snickered, outstretching an arm to click your fingers, the sound immediately catching your son's attention. "Hi, duck!"

"He's not a bloody cat." Simon grumbled, picking up Tommy carefully from his spot on the blanket you'd draped on the floor for him to lie on, moving him onto your chest so he could cuddle into you.

You were about to snap back when Tommy interrupted you both with a wide yawn, chubby hands clinging onto your sleep shirt and eyes threatening to droop closed, although they were still stuck to the image of the footballers running across the field on the TV.

Both of you froze, Simon having been mid way to getting a toy he'd dropped not so long ago so he was stuck in that position, eyes wide and staring at his suddenly sleepy son.

You placed a soft hand on his back, pressing him further into your chest so the sound of your heartbeat would lull him to sleep easier.

But as luck would have it, a goal was scored right at the moment where his eyes finally fully closed, the commentators shouting out excitement and forcing your son back awake with a cry.

Simon and you groaned in unison, the man finally picking up the toy and collapsing on the ground, lying on his back right next to the sofa and glaring up at the ceiling, listening to you try and calm your son down from his abrupt awakening.

"Who scored?" You grumbled, masking your annoyance with interest.

"Not Manchester." Simon grunted back, raising a hand to take Tommy's, his fingers brushing against your chest in the process. "Haven't had a bloody win in a while."

"Sorry." You mumbled, remembering the disappointment that had shone in his eyes when you'd told him about some of the losses of the teams he liked he'd asked you to take a note of while he was away for work.

He'd done well at keeping his promise, sending you messages every time he had to leave, no longer disappearing without a trace, even if it was just a single day of paperwork or a check up at base. He sometimes also sent you pictures, whether it was him in his car showing you that he was close to your flat in case you weren't prepared for him or the takeaway menu at your favourite fast food place, asking for your order. They were always dark and a bit out of focus, but you couldn't deny that you hadn't let out a laugh when you'd seen the failed attempt of him trying to get out of frame, his skulled balaclava peeking out from a corner of the picture.

He'd been gone for a week this time, which explained why he was being so clingy towards Tommy ever since he'd arrived, takeout in hand and arms itching to wrap around his son, and had spent the whole last hour catching up with the both of you.

"Are you sleeping here tonight?" You yawned, closing your eyes for a moment and trying to ignore the squirming boy on your chest, his hands digging uncomfortably into your clavicle.

"Yeah. Though I probably won't be doing much sleepin'." He rumbled, letting Tommy wrap one of his chubby hands around one of Simon's big fingers. "Y'know I can just take over. Go get some rest."

You bit the inside of your cheek at that, looking away despite still having your eyes partly closed, your grip unintentionally tightening around Tommy's small body.

You were still put on edge whenever you left Tommy alone with Simon, even though he'd shown no ill towards you in any way, you just couldn't help it, the thought that something might happen to your sweet boy when he wasn't under your supervision was enough to strike an unexplainable fear into you. You knew that he'd noticed how your face turned sour whenever it was mentioned, but he hadn't ceased asking completely, knowing that sooner or later you'd have to entrust him with your son like you'd both agreed.

"Is that okay…?" You whispered, your voice barely audible over the cheers and cries of excitement from the telly, but by the way he turned his head towards you and squeezed Tommy's hand, you knew he heard you.

"Yeah. Don' worry. You need some rest."

You both stayed put for a few seconds, your hands slowly falling from their place on your son's back and scooping him up carefully before pushing yourself off the sofa, forcing Tommy's hand out of Simon's in the process.

You watched carefully as he shifted off the floor to sit next to you on the sofa, his built arms moving to cradle his son in their crook, rocking him slowly as you got up, anxiously fidgeting with your fingers as you stood and watched them both for a moment, almost terrified of taking a step out of their vicinity.

"Go." Simon commanded, getting comfy on the sofa as he turned his attention back to the game playing on the telly, the assertive tone that his voice took enough to send shivers running down your spine, nodding your head out of instinct before scurrying away like one of the rookies Simon was oh-so used to ordering around back at base.

After having a well deserved shower and pulling on some of your cosiest pyjamas, you let your body collapse onto your bed, curling into the middle where the mattress dipped and covering yourself up with your countless amount of blankets due to the chill that had overcome the country after a few rare weeks of warmth.

You smiled as you remembered how happy Tommy had looked when you'd taken him out in his stroller and let him bask in the sunlight for a bit while sitting next to him at the park, trying your best to focus on his giggles and not on the shadowy figure of his father standing behind you, more like a bodyguard waiting to take out any threats to you both instead of the father he claimed to want to be.

You let out a huff at the memory of how cautious Simon had been at first around you both, almost like a stray cat getting used to their new family: always standing around you but never too close, bringing you small gifts (i.e. takeout or groceries he thought you'd need or Tommy's new favourite teddy bear he now slept with instead of his duck), slowly making your home his own unconsciously by leaving some of his clothes packed away in a small corner of your wardrobe or packing the fridge with some of how own personal food items.

You'd noticed, of course. How could you not?

At first, when you'd found some of his clothes in the midst of the batch of laundry you were tending to, you were struck with fear. Fear that everything you'd worked hard to build was going to be invaded by this barely known presence you were just starting to get used to, but as time went on, you realised there was nothing scary about it.

It was oddly comforting, in a way. It made you feel less alone when you spotted the extra toothbrush he'd plopped in the glass next to yours, the mug he'd brought over after he'd exclaimed his concern that all of yours were fit for coffee and not for tea or the hoodies he left lying around that Tommy loved curling into whether Simon was wearing it or not.

You pulled a pillow into your arms, simulating the feeling of your son in your arms you'd gotten so used to in order to fall asleep, closing your eyes and letting the muffled sounds of the football game still playing on the TV and your son's faint giggles lull you slowly to your first proper sleep in a while.

You were pulled awake by the sound of your phone going off, your whole body jerking up and rushing to grab it out of instinct, the bright screen illuminating your room and forcing a groan out of you at the disturbance, letting your eyes focus until you were able to properly read the notification.

A frustrated sound left your lips at the message from one of the dating apps you'd forgotten you had informing you that you'd matched with someone, angered that it had been something so stupid that had woken you up from one of the best sleeps you'd had in a long time and not something important.

You fell back down onto the mattress, planning on closing your eyes and curling back into the pillow you'd been spooning moments before, but as your body slowly calmed down from the initial shock that had filled it, you were met with nothing but silence.

Your eyes had adjusted enough at this point that you were able to turn your head over to your door, frowning at the lack of light that normally came from under the door when the living room was lit, raising your head from the pillow slightly in an attempt to catch out any sounds that might be originating from anywhere in your flat.

But once again, silence continued to rule over your home.

You could've just closed your eyes and willed yourself to fall back asleep, but the creeping feeling that it was too quiet for how it normally was, that something might have happened in the few hours you'd let yourself rest was slowly burrowing itself in your mind.

And fuck, what if Simon had done something? What I'd you'd misjudged him? What if he'd taken advantage of your tired state and just fucked off with your son in his arms, leaving you broken and abandoned once again?

The fear that struck your body at that train of thought was enough to wake you up properly, allowing your body to act like it had just consumed countless amounts of caffeine and rush over to the partly open door, slowly pushing it open before looking around frantically, eyes landing on the back of the sofa and on the turned off TV in front of it.

Your hand landed on the headrest, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes landed on Simon's sleeping body, his arms protectively wrapped around Tommy, who was resting on his chest like he'd been with you before you'd gone to rest.

You made it fully around until you were standing in front of the sofa, one of your hands coming up to grab at your thin sleep shirt right over the place your heart was currently hammering against out of relief.

Fuck…

Of course he hadn't left.

You were just being paranoid.

Simon had shown you no ill will the whole time he'd been here, but you were still on edge, assuming the worst from him…

A staggered breath left your lips, your hands coming up to cover your face as you willed your body to calm down, your legs trembling as the adrenaline that had rushed through you momentarily started to fade, leaving you confused and exhausted.

One of your legs threatened to give out, and as soon as you were getting ready to collapse, a warm hand grabbed at your thigh, a silent scream threatening to leave you until you realised who it belonged to, staring down with wide eyes at your son's father, one of the hands that had been cradling Tommy now holding your leg with the same care.

"What happened?!"

You could see the panic in his eyes despite the darkness that enveloped the room, his thumb slowly rubbing up and down your skin, his best attempt at soothing whatever pain you were harbouring that he had no idea about.

He called your name, pulling you closer to the sofa so you were kneeling on the free space of the plush sofa, staring down at Simon's chest and raising one of your hands up to your son's little head, running through his thin hair.

"What happened?" He repeated, more assertive this time rather than the panicked tone he had taken before, his hand moving from the back of your thigh up to your waist, almost like it was natural to do so.

"Nothing…" you finally let out, blinking away some of the tears you hadn't realised that had formed at your waterline. "Just… Uhm…"

"...Nightmare?" He offered an easier excuse than the real reason you'd pulled yourself out of bed at such an hour, slowly nodding your head in agreement and causing him to let out a sigh. "Do you-"

"I'm okay. Just… shaken up." By the way you were anxiously running your fingers through Tommy's hair as if to assure yourself that he was real, that he was indeed lying there asleep (something you hadn't realised up until that moment, Simon had somehow actually gotten Tommy to take a nap.), he assumed that whatever nightmare you'd had was related to him. "Needed to check that he was okay."

Yeah, that cemented it.

Simon would be lying if he said he hadn't a few nightmares of his own about Tommy ever since he'd met him properly, whether it was him forcibly being taken away from you by one of the many enemies he'd made across his life or a freak accident ending any hopes he'd had of all of you being a family.

And maybe they were a bit out of pocket, he'd made it very hard for anyone to trace you or Tommy back to him by always parking his car a few blocks away, making sure that Tommy had your last name instead of his and that the military had no idea about his offspring.

He couldn't have any records that would link you two to him, he couldn't even risk taking that chance, he knew that as soon as two of his weaknesses were revealed, it would only be a matter of time for them to be exploited by his enemies.

So, he understood. He understood the fear that came with a nightmare about your son, the need to see him and reinforce the fact that he was okay in your head.

"He is. Tired 'imself out a few hours ago." He moved towards the back of the sofa, allowing you space to sit next to them both, his hand still continuing to rest on your warm skin and pulling you along carefully, ready to pull away the moment you showed any signs of uncomfort.

"How come he sleeps for you?" You mumbled, more of a thought to yourself rather than something you wanted to share, but it caused Simon to smile beneath his mask nonetheless, raising his other hand up to Tommy's head to run a finger down his little nose, ignoring the way his heart rate spiked when it brushed against yours.

He thought about making a joke about being his favourite, hoping that it would brighten the mood a bit, but then remembered the look of dismay that would come over his teammates' faces whenever he made one about anything, and on second thought, maybe he'd have to wait a bit until you were both comfortable enough to enjoy his stupid jokes.

"Guess he's bored of me. You're much more entertainin' to be awake around." He rumbled, a soft chuckle leaving your lips at what you assumed was an attempt to lift your spirits.

"Yeah…" you smiled, leaning your body on the arm that was propping you up, your hand ceasing its brushing of Tommy's hair and simply resting on his small head, your heart growing bigger as he let out a little coo, snuggling further into Simon's hoodie.

You hadn't even been thinking about the hand cupping your waist, too focused on your son's sleeping figure and the warmth that it brought you, unconsciously wriggling a bit further into the touch, but you froze once Simon's hand immediately snapped back from you, as if he'd taken that as an immediate sign that he had broken a few boundaries by getting too close.

"Sorry."

You bit on your tongue, not wanting to full admit how much reassurance his touch had brought you and how much you'd give to have it back (you blamed the neediness on how exhausted your body was and the delirium that came with the lack of sleep you'd been subject to recently), not making any move to answer and instead focusing fully on your son.

"You want to take him?" Simon offered, leaning further up the sofa so he was kind of sitting, kind of lying on the arm rest. "Don' kids sleep better with their mams?"

"I… I think that may be a myth." You breathed out a chuckle, shaking your head as he made a move to hand Tommy over to you. "No, it's okay. I move a lot at night, I don't - I don't want to hurt him, you know?"

Simon turned down to the fragile little human he was holding, remembering the exact moment he'd realised that you were both in charge of taking care of him, of keeping him out of danger and stopping anyone and anything from shattering the little being that seemed to be made of glass.

"That's fine."

Silence fell over the both of you, an awkward atmosphere forming as you didn't move, feeling as time went on that you were invading the little personal space he was allowed to have in your flat.

"D'you want to stay?"

What?

Your brain short-circuited, blinking at him owlishly, as if he'd just spoken in an unknown language, the words still processing in your mind.

"Stay?" You managed out, looking down at the space between you both, a space where you could easily fit into if you were to snuggle into his side and let him hold you.

But surely, he wasn't suggesting that.

Memories of how he'd held you that fateful night flooded your mind, his warm calloused hands sprawled out against the bare skin of your waist, the sound of his heartbeat drumming against his ribcage lulling you to sleep…

"Yeah, stay."

…It made you want to accept.

Made you want to melt into his side and wrap an arm around his wide chest, tangle your fingers in your son's soft hair and lie there with them both, making sure that no harm could come to Tommy thanks to the protective shadow that was Simon Riley.

But you couldn't. You knew that.

The walls you'd built while carrying Tommy in hopes that you'd never be hurt or abandoned again, the walls that had kept you relatively safe within the expanse of your mind refused to crumble, refused to make way for the man that had come barreling back into your life and threatened to destroy them.

You couldn't risk it.

So, you didn't.

You pulled your hand away from your son as if he burned, cradling it against your chest and looking away from Simon's imposing stare, the look in his eyes making you want to squirm and cry and adhere to anything he wanted.

"No." If you'd still been looking at him, you would have noticed the way his shoulders slumped, the way the dim light in his eyes proceeded to disappear at the single word that left your mouth. "Thanks."

It seemed every little step of progress you'd both taken together the whole month immediately dissipated away thanks to his idiotic question.

Of course you'd fucking refuse his stupid invitation, what was he thinking? That you were both a happy couple who didn't pass on any chance to hold each other in your arms? That he was your husband, the proper father of your son who you loved and cared for, who you enjoyed having pressed right against you? He was a fucking idiot. He couldn't contain himself for once in his life and he'd gone and ruined everything.

"Okay." Despite the inner turmoil that raged inside of him, that simple word of affirmation was all he could get out, and he hoped to whatever god was up there (that apparently loved torturing him) that you'd both wake up the next day without a single recollection of what had happened last night.

"Good night." You whispered, pushing yourself off the sofa and wrapping your arms around your chest, immediately regretting every single one of your actions that night as you gazed upon how truly comfy and warm Simon and your son looked snuggled together, wishing that you had the emotional capability to let your resentment go and indulge in Simon's touch.

"'Night."

You willed yourself to take the first step back, tearing your gaze away from them and heading back to your bedroom, your face erupting into warmth out of a mixture of embarrassment and sadness, a clear sign that your body wanted nothing more than to just burst into tears and let Simon wrap you up in his arms and soothe you down like you knew he could.

You buried your face into your pillow as soon as you made it back into your now-cold mess of sheets, tugging one of the pillows back into your arms and doing your best to imagine that it was someone else, someone else who was as willing as you'd imagined Simon had been before to have you in their arms, to stroke your hair and calm you down because they loved you, because they cared about you and wanted nothing more than to see you as happy as you'd been a mere few hours ago.

You passed out soon enough, a few tears running down your cheeks as you subconsciously wrapped yourself around the pillow like a koala, the tear stains quickly disappearing during the night and lacking any evidence that they were once there when Simon walked through your door in the early morning, standing at the side of your bed for a few moments before he leaned over, pulling up the covers and tucking them around your sleeping body.

The sound of the shower coming alive and the pipes groaning was the thing that pulled you awake, struggling a few moments to rid yourself of the covers that pushed onto you, wondering to yourself when and how you'd tucked yourself in so aggressively, turning your head towards your bathroom and listening to the clinking of shampoo bottles and the water as it hit the tiled walls.

Your bathroom was unfortunately directly connected to your bedroom, so in order to get into the shower, Simon would have had to pass by your bed and… tuck you in? Did he really tuck you in?

You pulled languidly at the covers, looking down at your nightwear and growing warm as you saw how transparent your shirt looked in the morning light, leaving almost nothing to the imagination of whoever were to look down at your chest.

Simon had seen you like that.

You squeezed your eyes closed out of embarrassment, as if he was right there judging you with his stupid thousand yard stare, lifting yourself off the mattress and looking around your wardrobe for a shirt, restoring to a band one you'd stolen from one of your ex boyfriends you'd never had the heart to throw out.

You were mid straightening it out, your previous night shirt now pooling at your feet, when the door to the bathroom opened, your immediate response being to wrap your arms around your chest and let out a cry of warning, turning around so he was facing your back.

"Fuckin'-"

"Go back in!" You cried out, wanting nothing more than for the earth to burst open and swallow you whole, feeling too tired to be dealing with this kind of embarrassment at such an early hour of the morning.

You cracked an eye open as the door closed, letting the grip you'd had on the shirt go as you faintly heard Simon curse, trying to erase the memory of what had happened out of your brain.

As you pulled on the shirt, you willed yourself to think about anything other than the glimpse of flesh you'd seen before turning around, the wide chest that had been littered with the scars he'd once let you trace over, the towel around his waist that had barely cov-

Stop!

Unknown to you, Simon was having a similar dispute with himself from inside the bathroom, resting his flushed face on the cool tiles of the wall as he listened to you shuffle around your room, cursing himself out for being so goddamn stupid and exiting the bathroom without even checking if you were awake or not.

That wasn't the only reason he should've checked, he thought you'd still be asleep, so stupidly, he'd gone out with barely any coverings, including the one on his face, so he was pretty sure you would've seen the way his eyes almost immediately darted down towards your chest if you hadn't been busy enough with covering yourself and ogling at his chest.

"Fuck…" he breathed out, running his fingers through his hair and looking at himself in the foggy mirror, the tired, broken stare of a being he could barely consider a man staring back at him.

After a few more moments of staring at himself he couldn't bear it anymore, grabbing his discarded balaclava and pulling it over his what he considered broken face, his other clothes continuing as he did his best to cover every single patch of skin he could, hand landing on the doorknob once he was finished and asking for confirmation.

You'd about finished putting on the shirt when he'd piped up from inside, letting out a small "you can." before he opened the door again, face now covered and eyes darting down at the oversized shirt you'd pulled over your bottoms, closing it behind him.

"Didn't know you'd be changin'." He grumbled, his way of apologising without saying the exact words, eyes scanning the band on your shirt. "Y'like Joy Division?"

"Huh?" You looked down at the shirt, straightening it out to properly look at the band you'd forgotten was plastered on the front, shrugging slightly. "Yeah, they're good. I'm, uh, not the biggest fan. This was my boyfriend's."

"Boyfriend?" He spat out, almost with malice.

"Ex." You clarified, pulling at the ends of your shirt out of nerves, the way he was staring down at you reminiscent of how you'd assume higher ups looked down at their soldiers when they were in the wrong.

"Right." He grunted, looking away from you and training his stare at the bedroom door, nodding towards it. "'M gonna go check on Tom."

He brushed past you, leaving you standing in the middle of your bedroom twiddling your thumbs, confused and embarrassed due to the interaction you'd just shared.

You walked into the kitchen, stopping in your tracks when you noted that the dishes you'd left last night after Simon had brought take away had been cleaned right up, the plastic bowls from the curry thrown away in the recycling along with the other trash you'd used when making Tommy formula (you resorted to using that instead of pumping or breastfeeding when Simon was over).

God, now you felt even worse for what had happened last night.

You rubbed your hands all over your face, digging your nails into your scalp as you ran them through your hair, snapping your head up as your heard your son giggle, going back a few steps to look through the crack of the door, your chest tightening as you watched Simon feed Tommy, murmuring a string of words you were too far away to understand.

Fuck, you really felt awful.

You pulled out a few ingredients, acting almost on autopilot as you fried the sausages and toasted the bread, making his tea subconsciously the way you know he liked it (he'd never forced you to make tea, you'd seen the sticker on a takeaway cup he'd left on the counter), and pouring it into the cup he always used.

"You didn't have to." Simon mumbled as he walked out of the nursery, holding the empty bottle of milk in one hand and a plastic bag with a dirty nappy in the other, looking down at the plate of food you'd made him.

"I wanted to." You mumbled, taking a bite out of your own buttered toast as you watched him walk around the kitchen, throwing away the bag and cleaning out the bottle before starting on his breakfast, standing at the island instead of sitting like you were. "As thanks. For, uhm, cleaning up."

"It was nothin' deserving of this." He mumbled underneath his breath, shoving a spoonful of the baked beans into his mouth, now visible thanks to him pulling up his balaclava, the taste of the normal breakfast he'd have at whatever café he normally went to complete shit compared to yours.

"It's fine. I went a little overboard, it's been a while since I've cooked for someone."

He let out an amused huff, nodding his head. "Yeah, babies don' really need a full brekkie."

You both went silent after that, your eyes looking around at everything but at him, secretly hoping that he was enjoying the food, wishing you would've put on the radio or the news so you weren't sitting in complete silence.

The tapping of his fingers against the counter finally pulled your gaze towards him, watching him carefully as you continued to eat.

"Laswell called."

Laswell?

The face you made must've made him realise you had no idea who he was talking about, his hand coming up to grab the mug of tea and take a long sip before speaking again.

"Station Chief Laswell." You nodded along, hoping that he'd believe that you actually knew what he was saying. "She's got a mission f'us."

Oh.

"When?" You spoke out, a bit choked up as you tried your best to focus on the food instead, you always got unexplainably nervous when he left for a mission, despite the fact that he always came back.

"Gotta be there by 1."

You turned to look at the time on the microwave, the 09:00 displayed there striking unexplainable fear in you.

"You should get going, then."

"I should."

Neither one of you moved.

"Did you say goodbye to Tommy?"

"I did." He took a final sip of his tea, placing the cup down and turning to look at the nursery, the strangling pain he felt every time he left you coming back to haunt him. "Changed his nappy too. Like y'taught me."

You smiled at the memory. A few days after he'd first shown up you'd tried your best to teach him how to change Tommy and you'd gone through almost 10 nappies by the time he'd been able to put one decent enough (you'd quickly changed it yourself after he'd turned around, you didn't want the nappy to cut off your baby's circulation), so you hoped that he'd actually done it properly this time.

"Thank you…" You offered him a small smile, looking down at your own cuppa, wrapping your arms around the now lukewarm mug. "Go get ready. I'll clean up."

Simon really didn't want to, he wanted to continue standing there talking to you, gazing at your tired face and how cute you looked taking small bites out of the food you'd made that you'd undoubtedly wouldn't finish and would slide over to him like you'd done all those times before.

But he couldn't. He was a soldier. One that was trained to kill and follow orders no matter what and no matter the circumstance, one that would be laughed at if he called in saying he wanted to stay with- well, whatever you were to him.

He was about to zip up the duffle bag he'd left in your room during his small stay when he caught a glimpse of something he'd forgotten about.

The gun was relatively light in his hand, one that was smaller than the ones he was used to carrying out in the field, but could quickly figure out how to use in the span of a millisecond.

He called out your name, rapping his knuckles against the counter to catch your attention, raising his arms in surrender as fear filled your face, dropping the plate into the sink and taking a step back as soon as you caught sight of the gun.

"Simon! What the fu-"

"It's not loaded." His other hand waved around the magazine, placing them both down on the island in front of you both. "I'm not going to use it."

"I would fucking hope so!" You cried out, wiping off the soap suds on a towel and pressing your back into the counter, gripping the edge of it as if he was really threatening you with the gun.

"Do you know how to shoot one?"

You shook your head. You'd never even seen one this close apart from the rare policemen that carried one, let alone held one.

"Come." He picked them two items up, walking back into your room and waiting for you at the door to follow, worried about what he was planning on doing. "Where would you keep a gun?"

You turned to him with a raised eyebrow, once again expressing your confusion with a single stare before turning to the bedside table closest to the side you normally slept in, pulling the drawer out and immediately growing warm as you gazed down at the string of condoms along with some other items.

"Here, I suppose…" You watched him sit down on the bed, the mattress immediately sinking beneath his weight as he raised the gun and magazine up into your line of view.

"Take it."

You shakily did as he said, the gun feeling heavy in your palms in contrast to how easy it had felt for Simon, turning it around a few times as he continued to speak, pointing out every single detail and part of what he had soon let you know was a Glock.

"It's the one most policemen carry. Not very heavy, but still capable of takin' down a man." He murmured, almost letting out a chuckle as he took the gun and cocked it, making you jump at the sudden sound.

"Why would I want to take down a man?" You asked tentatively, taking it back from him and trying to fit in the magazine like he'd instructed you to.

A warm hand came up to cover yours, stopping you in your tracks and allowing him to get up and take the firearm from you, pulling out the magazine and placing them both in the drawer, trying his best to ignore the other items that were scattered around.

"Listen to me." He turned his head as he slammed the drawer shut, staring directly into your eyes to make sure that you were paying attention. "I cannot ensure your safety while I'm gone. There's tons of fucked up people who'd take whatever change to tear me down and would not think twice about using you or Tommy to do so. This is just in case. You only use this if you or Tommy are in imminent danger. If there is someone threatening any of you, you do not hesitate, you take the gun and use it."

Use it.

Use it!?

His hand came up to cup at your cheek, pulling you out of your swarming thoughts so he could be sure you were listening.

"I- Simon, I can't- I'll go to jail if I use it, I can't-"

"You won't." He interrupted, shaking his head. "I won't let them. You're under my protection, this is just in case of emergency when I'm not around."

You nodded, not knowing what else to do, the gun that had been in your hands mere moments ago feeling like a burden despite it being locked away.

"Oi. Lovie, look at me."

That immediately caught your attention.

"Tell me you understand."

Your mouth had gone dry, the combination of the shock behind his little surprise and the nickname that had slipped out of his mouth proving to be too much to handle.

"Tell me. You understand."

You took a deep breath, nodding your head. "I understand, Simon."

Even after he'd left, you couldn't shake yourself off that foreboding feeling, terrified that the moment where you'd have to use the gun would arrive sometime soon, the thought of you or Tommy coming into danger while Simon wasn't around enough to make you want to crumble into tiny pieces.

You'd stood by the door like you always did, although this time Tommy was fast asleep in his crib and your arms were empty, leaving you to say goodbye to Simon (although looking up into his eyes, you knew he wasn't Simon anymore) all by yourself.

"When d'you think you'll be back?" You whispered as he opened the door, not wanting to disturb any of the neighbours that might be loitering around (despite knowing that news about the terrifying man that resided in your apartment had travelled quick after he'd threatened your neighbour), handing him his jacket.

"A week, tops. I'll send you a text as soon as I know." He grunted, shoving on his jacket before pulling up his duffle bag, swinging it over his shoulder. "You need anythin', you call base, okay? They'll relay the message if it's necessary."

He'd given you the number to his base a few weeks ago, but you knew you'd never have the heart to call it, too embarrassed that the little problem you were currently having was nothing compared to what Simon was going through, and you didn't want to disturb any of his work if it really wasn't that important.

"Sent you money this morning. You got enough for a month." He went through his mental list of everything he should say to you before going, leaning against the door frame and looking down at you through heavy eyelids. "Get some takeout, don't strain yourself any more than you already are. Doctor said you should take it easy."

You dismissed the urge to roll your eyes, cursing yourself out for even allowing him to take you to the doctor in the first place and listen in.

"I know. I'll be fine, Simon. You just worry about yourself."

"Always do." He said, nodding his head as a form of goodbye before pushing himself off the doorframe, heading towards the elevator and leaving you standing there, only closing the door when you heard the front door close from all the way downstairs.

— I think he misses you.

— Won't let go of the teddy bear even though it's all dirty :(.

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God, if Simon wasn't wearing his mask he was pretty sure he wouldn't have been able to contain his smile, zooming into the picture you'd sent him of your small boy lying in your bed fast asleep cuddling the little plushie he'd gifted him.

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— More.

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He hoped you understood what you meant by that, and by the way a few more pictures loaded in within seconds, he was glad you did.

He had to print some of those.

He'd once made a joke about one of the soldiers who wore a picture of their beloved in a small locket to Soap, commenting how it reminded him of the soldiers in WWI, when they were really just on their way to disarm a bomb.

But now he felt the need to have some type picture of you both or trinket that you'd given him right in the pocket over his heart, one that he could easily pull out in the middle of a mission to remind himself of why he was doing this, of why he couldn't let himself get caught by the enemy, of why he always had to come back to you.

He couldn't even bear the thought of his dog tags arriving at your doorstep instead of him one fateful day.

"Your nephew?"

Ghost snapped his head up, meeting the curious gaze of his captain and the bright orange tip of his cigar. "What?"

"Your nephew." Price gestured towards his lieutenant's phone, where the picture of Tommy drooling around one of his toys was still displayed. "You told me about him once at that bar in Vienna. What's his name?"

"Joseph." Ghost answered, shaking his head. "No, he's… Not a baby anymore. Must be a bloody teenager by now."

Price hummed, taking another puff from his cigar before looking away, squinting his eyes from the sun, wishing he'd been as smart as Ghost by bringing a pair of sunglasses.

"So."

"So?"

"Who's he, then?" Once again, the captain looked down at the dimly lit picture, where he could barely make out the features of the little boy, but by the onesie and plushie, he was able to decipher the not so difficult puzzle.

"He's…" Ghost trailed off, taking one last look at the picture before turning off his phone, sliding it into one of his pockets and crossing his arms over his chest. "No-one."

"No-one?" Price huffed out, amused. "So you just have pictures of random babies on your phone, is that it, Lieutenant?"

Ghost flared up at his captain, the frown obscured by the sunglasses he'd put on after the clouds had dispersed, but by the way his body had tensed, Price could only assume he'd pissed him off.

"Name's Tommy. That's all you're getting." He grunted out, looking away from the older man like a child admitting to something embarrassing.

"Like your brother?" Price commented, letting out a groan before sitting down on the wall next to Ghost. "Isn't that a coincidence?"

"No, she didn' know when she named-" Ghost stopped himself from saying anything further, the slip of the tongue already having revealed the existence of a 'she', and he did not want to say any more.

"'She'?" Price grinned, blowing out some of the smoke before bringing his cigar up to his lips. "Come on, Simon. We're not on duty, are we? Not your captain right now."

He'd promised himself to keep quiet. He couldn't have anyone find out about you or Tommy, he couldn't risk having that information out in the open, his weakness out there for everyone to know.

But Price… Well, Price was different. He'd saved him multiple times across the span of time he'd spent working for the army, he'd been the one to pull him out of the deepest of holes, the one to trust him enough to allow him to join the 141.

They trusted each other.

"She's… I don't know." He let his head cock back, looking up at the forming clouds. "I knocked her up."

"Fuckin' hell, Simon." Price breathed out along with some smoke, turning to look at him with a sort of horrified and disappointed stare. "You're a dad?"

"Yeah."

"Christ, you're makin' me feel fucking old." He grumbled, taking the phone from Ghost as he handed it over, squinting at the dimly lit screen. "Cute little bugger, isn't he?"

Ghost smiled beneath his mask, watching Price scroll through the countless pictures you'd sent him across the month he'd been back, resisting the embarrassing urge to point out small details of every picture like an art major in a museum, instead keeping quiet and itching slowly to grab his phone back.

"Think you're a good dad?" Price asked, taking Ghost back a bit as he slid his phone back into the confines of his pocket, shrugging his shoulders as he squinted at two figures in the distance.

"Not the worst. Don't think he's got the mental capability to recognise if I'm good or bad to 'im. Least he doesn't cry every time he sees me." He breathed out a chuckle, snapping his mouth shut as he saw Soap and Gaz approach, the conversation sizzling away as they plopped down next to them both.

As the others started talking about another topic, Ghost thought about the question he'd been asked before more in-depth.

He wasn't a bad father, right?

He wasn't like… that.

Simon would be caught dead before even thinking of inflicting onto Tommy the same pain his own father had inflicted onto his family.

Imagining his small boy going through the same trauma, the same horror, the same fear he'd felt during his childhood was enough to tear his cold heart apart.

And he'd never treat you like his father had treated his mother, he'd never subdue you to the same pain she went through every day, he wouldn't let himself fall into the circle of abuse that had started way before his own father.

And Simon wasn't perfect. He knew that.

But he wouldn't stoop as low as his father had during the beginning of his life, where instead of the love and care a child was supposed to receive from his parents, he received the abuse and pain that no one deserved.

Just like him.

He closed his eyes as he remembered the burning shouts as his father berated him, always comparing the both of them and forcing Simon into tears, the mere thought of ending up as horrible as his father reducing him to sobs.

Even now, he still felt sick when he'd stare at the pictures of his father his mother still kept around her room in the nursing home, horrified whenever she'd point out their similar eyes and same blond hair.

But he wouldn't end like that. Despite whatever physical similarity he shared with his father, they had nothing in common personality wise.

Simon wasn't a monster.

He wouldn't hurt you or Tommy.

He wouldn't let anyone hurt you or Tommy.

He was a protector, a soldier trained to serve his country and the civilians who resided within it.

And he would protect. No matter what.

"S'alright, lovie… Jus' me."

"Simon…" You breathed out, letting your eyes flutter closed as his hands roamed the exposed skin of your chest, broken lips pressing kisses the whole way up to your jaw.

"That's it… Such a good girl f'me… Pretty, pretty girl." His warm hands cupped at your chest, pulling another whine out of you as he toyed with your breasts. "My good girl, right?"

"Mhm…" You mumbled, letting your head loll back onto Simon's shoulder and look up at him through tear covered eyelashes, your brain not functioning properly to process the blurred mass of what you assumed was a man's face staring down at you with those beautiful eyes, his breath hitting your lips as he leaned down to press the kiss you'd been longing for for so goddamn long—

Your body jolted awake, an uncomfortable ache between your legs quickly making itself known as you tossed around in your messy bed, brows furrowed as your brain tried to catch up with your suddenly awakened body.

What had you even been dreaming about?

You rubbed at your eyes with your wrists, digging them deep enough so you saw a few blinding colours, letting go and resorting to staring up at the ceiling.

You didn't even bother checking your phone, already knowing that the only notifications you would have received in the few hours you'd spent asleep were the ones from the dating apps you still didn't have the energy to delete.

None from Simon, of course. He'd been gone for over two weeks by now, which wasn't surprising, since he had let you know that this mission would be a long one and had warned you in advance.

Considering the last mission he'd gone on was almost a month ago (and had only lasted a few days, you think he finished as soon as he could to be back with Tommy, by the way he'd barreled through the house to get to the nursery) and that you and Tommy had gotten him all to yourself for about two weeks straight, you'd expected him to be called sooner or later.

You weren't really looking forward to him coming back, since you'd have to break the news to him that he'd missed Tommy's first attempts to sit up without support and the success that came after.

Luckily, you'd filmed most of it, although you did end up throwing the phone on the sofa to congratulate your son personally, pressing kisses to his chubby rolls and listening to him giggle before accidentally helping him fall back onto your bed, causing him to burst out crying.

Okay, well, maybe you could just edit the final part out.

You were pulling the covers over yourself, snuggling back into the warmth of your mattress before attempting to close your eyes and fall back asleep (hopefully to return to whatever dream you'd been having before), when the sound of the creek of your floorboards snapped you out of it.

Your heart stopped, listening out for any further sounds, breath hitching in your throat as what you feared you'd heard continued, recognising the footsteps going from the living room into the kitchen.

You leaned over to your phone, hoping to God that Simon had finished the mission early and had sent you a quick message telling you he'd be coming back soon, but as you unlocked the phone…

Nothing.

So whoever was walking around your house was not Simon.

You heard muffled whispers, too quiet for you to understand but loud enough to send a cold shiver down your spine.

It terrified you. That cemented the fact that there was actually someone in your home, walking around like it was nothing.

But there was more than one voice. Two. Or was it more?

You assumed the sound that had woken you up had been the door opening, which inflicted even more fear into you at the thought that they must have had a key instead of knocking your door down since the sound hadn't been enough to stick with you after pulling you awake.

Your eyes instinctively darted over to the bedside table, where Simon's gun still laid untouched every since he'd "gifted" it to you, staying frozen until one pair of feet got a bit too close to your door, mind racing and adrenaline pumping through your veins as you scrambled to open the drawer as quietly as possible and pull out the gun and mag with shaky hands, carefully pushing it in before cocking it, hissing at the loud sound it made.

You stepped out of bed, body shaking as you neared the door with the heavy gun in your hand, listening out carefully for what they could be saying.

"—ce gaf. Didn' expect this from ya."

"You're a classy one aren't — your sofa?"

The voices were broken and muffled, leaving your brain to try its best to complete them.

God, this was terrifying. You could feel your whole body shaking, waiting for the moment where it could give out.

It's okay. Deep breaths.

You can do this.

The doorknob rattled, the moment it twisted seemingly happening in slow motion, your heart skipping a beat before you raised your gun up to the attacker, finger grabbing at the trigger just in case they made a dangerous move on you, your frantic eyes meeting the surprised ones of the man you were currently pointing a gun at (which you'd never used before, mind you).

"Steamin' fuckin'-"

You didn't even have time to react before his arm instinctively raised towards you, hand grasping at your throat in an instant, like the only thing he'd been taught to do was to kill.

"What the fuck are you doing!?"

You heard a familiar voice roar as the hand tightened around your throat, the gun now abandoned at your feet as your hands scratched and tugged at your attacker's hand.

The last thing you saw before your eyes clouded over was the large shadow coming up from behind your assailant, their face one that despite the tears that blurred your vision you could tell was ready to rip apart someone.

You didn't even have time to think if it was going to be you or his partner.

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bwabys-scenarios · 1 year

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can u do a kurapika sfw/nsfw plss 😵‍💫

Kurapika HCs

SFW/NSFW

warnings: creampies, brief period sex mention, breeding, panty stealing, oral(f!receiving), overstimulation, bondage, marking, reader is chubby coded

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!!REQUESTS OPEN!!

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SFW

-he’s genuinely so in love with you. you snore and drool on your pillow? he’s sighing dreamily while pulling you in for cuddles. you look a mess after a long day? he’s helping you wipe off your makeup and peppering your face in kisses

-he’s kind of clingy. will walk in while you’re using the bathroom and just start talking to you like you’re not trying to pee

-he’s a thigh and tummy guy. loves nibbling, kissing, and marking these two spots specifically

-he’s an absolute sweetheart, loves bringing home flowers and little trinkets relating to your interests if he’s been gone for a while

-wants to buy you everything that reminds him of you. the man is a gift giver through and through

-talented at sewing! he’s made all of his own clothes through the years, so when you sigh about not being able to find your size in a specific dress he’s pulling you into the bedroom to measure you(he may be a lil handsy tho)

-he hates being away from you for too long, so he calls and texts as frequently as his job allows him to.

-he hates lying, but especially hates lying to you most of all. there are some things he has to keep from you for your own safety, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less to lie to your face

-he can’t stand other men touching you. he knows that you aren’t going to try anything and trusts you with all his heart, but he’s got a real possessive side that’s hard to keep inside. he’s broken a few arms and started a few fights when men have gotten too close or too bold

-when Kurapika was a child, all he wanted was to explore the world and leave his old home behind for just a little while. now, he can barely stomach being away from your home for more than a few days at a time. he’s a bit clingy, but who can blame him when he’s lost everything. all he has left is you, and he’ll hold onto you with all he has

-has several pet names for you, including: Angel, sweetheart, darling, love, princess. He mostly uses angel, because in his eyes you are quite LITERALLY an angel sent from above to save him. without you he wouldn’t be here, you’re his reason to keep going

-when he moves in with you he’s so shy

-crawls into bed with you and with the reddest face asks if he can hold you

-please hold this man he’s so touch starved. be the big spoon for once and he might actually cry. man just needs to be held

-he needs lost of reassurance that he’s good and you love him. Kurapika tends to lean towards the insecure side, often disliking one or more parts of himself

-make sure he knows that you’re there for the long haul and you won’t abandon him. the abandonment issues are STRONG

-he loves when you let him lay his head in your lap and hum to him or tell him about your day. run your fingers through his hair and he’ll melt

-can’t live without your kisses and touches. every time he leaves he needs to be showered in kisses and love. he holds onto your warmth as much as possible, but will always be begging for more when he comes home

-he’s a terrible cook please don’t let him in the kitchen unsupervised 😭 he can improve with time but at the beginning of your relationship he can burn water

-this man wants a family, so he desperately wants children. honestly he’d prefer to have as many as possible, but won’t push you into anything. you end up giving him four, beautiful and healthy children and he couldn’t be happier

-he’s so soft with you, it’s like he becomes a different person when you’re around. his usually tense and angry attitude fades away into pure bliss when you cup his cheek and press kisses into his lips.

-cuddles are essential. he won’t ask you for them at first, but you’ll be able to tell by the way he peeks at you and gently tugs on your sleeve while you sit next to him

-kurapika has a preference for chubby women 🙏 he just loves soft things!!

-he loves wearing your clothes, especially your hoodies or shirts! your lingering scent on them really helps him relax, and he sleeps best when he’s cuddled up with you in one of your hoodies

-he swears whenever he sees you taking care of Gon and Killua he falls more and more in love with you each time. it’s hard not to, and it makes him want you to be the mother of his children

-he HATES seeing you cry. it makes his overprotective side kick into overdrive, and all he wants to do is comfort you. “shh, it’s okay angel. do you need anything? I’m right here!”

NSFW

-let’s just get this out of the way and say this man has a major breeding kink. this man is ready to breed you the moment he realizes he has a crush on you. that being said, he only cums inside you. he wants you to get pregnant as soon as possible, so lots and lots of creampies are in your future <3

-this man is a panty thief. he steals them for sentimental value at first, but once he discovers he can masturbate with them he’s a changed man. it makes cumming without you so much easier when he has your used panties with him!

-he has a fantasy of wrapping you up in his chains. sometimes when you’re working together and he has his chains out, you can feel them wrap around your leg or slowly rub between your legs. “sorry, angel, they have mind of their own.” it’s almost like they’re responding to their masters strong desire to keep you wrapped up tight, to make sure you’re his entirely

-when I say this man will eat you out whenever I fucking mean it. it’s a common occurrence for you to feel your panties be pulled to the side as Kurapika kneels down to eat you out while you’re busy in the kitchen.

-he will eat you out on your period no problem. shit you don’t even have to ask. you smell so nice and all he wants to do is be between your legs. his favorite color is red after all, so he can only swoon when he laps up the blood painting your plush thighs. it also helps that you’re so sensitive and needy when you’re like this, he loves it! “sex helps with cramps, I just want to make you feel better, my love…”

-he’s got a pretty high libido, and even higher stamina. he can go for hours until you’re both overstimulated, but he just can’t stop! your cunt feels so good wrapped around him and he needs to keep breeding you!!

-he loves overstimulating you. it’s his way of making sure you feel good and loved!!

-is into light bondage, prefers using soft things to wrap you up, light silk ribbons! you just look so pretty to him like that, like a present all for him!

-he loves to have you cockwarm him, sitting nice and pretty while he rubs your clit, making you cum over and over again until you’re begging him to move and thrust into you. “just one more, angel. you can come one more time for me, hmm?”

-he likes any position that lets him see your face while he makes love to you. missionary is a favorite, but if you’re feeling up to it he also likes when you ride him cowgirl style!! he also likes the mating press, but it’s more instinctual for him to put you in this position

-kurapika is very affectionate in bed, giving you plenty of kisses, soft touches, and nuzzles. very sweet and passionate.

-he’s usually rather gentle, but there are times when he’ll pound into you, especially when he’s feeling extra possessive

-he’s not the hugest fan of sex outside of the bedroom, but he will pull you into a secluded location to give you a few quick creampies if he can’t take it anymore. he usually only does this when he’s jealous and feels he needs to claim you. this always involves him marking up your neck

-speaking of marking, he fucking LOVES giving you hickies. his favorites spots to leave them are your thighs, tummy, and neck

-when you get pregnant, he is absolutely insatiable. up until it’s unsafe to have sex, he’s filling you with his cum every chance he gets. you’re just so cute with your little baby bump and you’re so needy and sensitive!! he can’t help himself! “come here angel, I’ll take care of you…”

-he definitely has a thing for lactation… when you start producing milk he gently kneads your breasts, licking and suckling on your nipples. at first he says it’s to help your breasts feel less heavy and swollen, but you can tell by the way his cock bulges in his pants while your boob is in his mouth that it’s not just that… if you want him to shut up when he’s worrying over the baby just pop a nipple in his mouth and he’s happy

-he’s very focused on your pleasure, but can lose himself and pound into you, looking down at you with those pretty red eyes. “fuck, angel, you’re so warm… my perfect girl…”

-gets very flustered when you use pet names in bed. his favorites are: sweetheart, puppy, sweet boy, pretty boy, and love. add a my, like “my puppy, and he’ll start rutting into you like an animal

AFTERCARE

-kurapika is the KING of aftercare. he’s sweet, and will do literally anything for you, even if he’s exhausted.

-you want some fast food? he’s getting it. you wanna take a bath? he’s running it for you right now! you just want him to cuddle and hold you? oh of course!

-he’ll massage your sore spots, giving apologetic kisses to the bruises he leaves on you. he always feels awful for any marks he leaves on your pretty skin. he just gets so caught up in the moment sometimes that he ends up squeezing or biting too hard!

-he loves to nuzzle into your tummy while you run your fingers through his hair, and he might even go down on you again. he’s kind of obsessed with your pussy 😭😭

-over all he is the best at aftercare and will make you feel very loved and appreciated!!

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first of all CONGRATS ON YOUR AMAZING MILESTONE!!! Wowwwwwww I’m so happy for u 🥺💘💘💘 you deserve all the love and praise in the world!

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plsss I beg 🥺 either for tasm!peter or miguel o’hara or even joel miller 😭😭😭 I’d think about idiots in love… both pinning for each other but too oblivious to the others feelings. everyone can see it but them. if you can make it super fluffy I’d dieeeeee. I’m obsessed with all 3 of them but tasm!peter will always have my heart <3

hope u have the loveliest of days sweet ! 💘💘💘

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"I look weird," Peter says.

You bite your lip in surprise. Peter reaches for you like he might take your face into his hand, but you bow out of his touch. "No," you say, hissing at the sudden pain, "you look nice, you don't look weird."

"A haircut was a bad idea. Now you're injured," he says with a laugh.

You bring your hand away from your lip and find it unsullied. Peter wants to look anyhow, fighting you for a hand on your cheek. A couple of months ago you would've squirmed away from him, worried he'd feel the soft line of your jaw and drop his hand in disgust, but these days you let him do whatever he wants.

"Pout at me," he demands.

You, reluctant, poke your lip out. Peter has the gall to touch it with his thumb, seemingly unaware of the shiver it prompts. He smells like cherry gum today, a little wedge of it between his molars as he strokes your face and pushes you gently back into your chair. He's a sick individual, he doesn't even know what he's doing. Peter's joking and doting is done as your friend.

"What inspired the haircut?" you ask. He hasn't gone too short with it since his first year of college, but the cute little flicks under his ears have been chopped.

"Kept getting stuck in my hat."

"What hat?" you ask.

"My baseball cap."

"Since when do you wear a baseball cap?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Peter croons, to the outrage of the women sitting across from you. They shush simultaneously, two pit vipers.

You put your head down, sheepish. Peter rolls his desk chair closer to yours as he chuckles under his breath, to copy your notes no doubt, which is ridiculous. He's the smarter of the two of you. He speaks in mathematics like it's English, chemistry something innate.

You knock your pencil into his hand, "Do your own work."

"But you've already done it for me." Peter moves your hand aside, his naked arm rubbing up against yours, rigid cord against softer fat. "Thanks, beautiful."

You roll your eyes at him but let him copy your work. After a few minutes you swear you can feel eyes on you, glancing up to find the pit vipers talking behind a laptop screen. They look at you at the same time and then quickly look away, spelling out for you what it is that's so interesting. People do this all the time, puzzling at you and Pete like it's insanity. The majority of people aren't as judgemental, but you can guess exactly what it is that they're thinking. Why is he spending his time with her? Handsome, muscled Peter and meek, chubby you.

It's not the most important thing in your life, but it is a constant. Some people think fat is unlovable, and the rest love without qualm. Peter hasn't ever once been mean to you since he met you; your weight can't bother him. If anything, you'd think he quite likes the way you look. Peter's always calling you beautiful, pretty girl, telling you to get changed before you put other girls out.

It's a shame he doesn't like you as anything more than a friend.

"I think those girls are looking at us," Peter whispers, pulling you toward him by the shoulder. It's not unlike him to touch you suddenly. "Is the haircut that bad?"

"It looks nice, Pete!" you insist.

He wraps his arm around your shoulder, rubbing his cheek against yours quickly. You choke through a laugh. "Daww," he says, "you're just saying that."

He giggles as you push him away, "Get off me, you loon," you say.

"You're the loon, loon," he says back. His cheeks are pinking. His sweater must be hotter than it looks.

"Can you just accept it, Peter? Your hair looks nice, you look great, stop worrying about what people think." You look away as you say it, startled by your own brazenness.

He gasps at you. "Hypocrite! You're the worst hypocrite ever, you're always worrying about what people think, and it's stupid because you're so pretty." He shakes his from side to side, eyes dramatically downcast. "Breaks my heart. A babe in denial."

"Stop kidding around, we have too many assignments for this," you beg, tapping your pencil under the remaining questions you've yet to answer.

"A babe in denial and distress."

You give up. He's overwhelmingly affectionate, homework sucks, and you're ashamed to know that if you flop down in defeat, he'll hug your arm. He always does. Diving into your space, Peter breathes cool cherry at your cheek as he says, "You know I'm gonna explain them to you until you get them, sweetheart. Don't stress."

You put yourself in this position, but his closeness has your heart skipping. "I'm not stressed."

"You're too cute to stress."

"Pete…"

"Sorry, I'll stop, I'm stopping. Pass your notebook, I'll fix your equation."

You pass him your notebook without looking up. You need a few seconds to collect yourself. "Thank you, Peter."

He sounds dangerously fond, the kind of tone that feeds your delusion, as though he could like you as you like him, "You're welcome."

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90ekz · 1 year

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across the map.

☾ summary: usually onyankapon likes to keep his face shaven and sleek, but once he notices how you can’t keep your eyes off his new facial feature, he has other plans.

☆ tags: black fem reader, chubby reader, facial hair kink (??? idk man), sub!ony for like 2 seconds, overstimulation, porn w small plot, teasing, creampie, p in v, liberal use of “ma” & “mama”, mention of pregnancy, not proofread, vaginal fingering, onyan & y/n are roommates in college, business major onyan <3

♡ a/n: sorry for being gone so long, i’ve literally been so busy 😭😭, but thank y’all for 500 followers !!! the support means the world to me.

it wasn’t even intentional.

onyankapon had gotten so busy with his classes overseas that he’d slipped up on his weekly shave. he typically didn’t grow facial hair very fast anyway, but all of a sudden his goatee was sprouting like weeds.

he couldn’t figure out why, until he’d locked eyes with the facial serum connie had gifted him for his birthday. dumbass.

in theory, onyankapon should’ve already shaved it. he told himself that he wouldn’t do it the night before his flight, but he really didn’t have time to keep up with that promise.

and he was lazy.

onyankapon tried to ignore it, but everytime he went to touch his face he was reminded of it, and it just made him cringe. he was finally going home to you tomorrow, and he wanted to look perfect for his baby.

when he’d left home three weeks ago, you were so sympathetic and understanding about the lack of time you were gonna have to talk but still a bit somber, knowing your conversations would be reduced to good morning & good night texts.

now, he stood over his hotel room sink, attempting to both not fall asleep and shave at the same time.

it wasn’t working.

“fuck it. not even finna do allat,” he just flicked the bathroom light off, knowing had a long flight in the morning and it was already nearing one in the morning. he just hoped you wouldn’t be too uncomfortable with his stubble.

the next morning, onyankapon felt his lips curl upward when he received a million texts of you being so giddy about him coming home.

sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: BAE

sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: OMG BABY UR COMING HOME 2DAY

sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: HAVE A GOOD FLIGHT BABY ILYSMMMM

the whole flight home, all onyankapon could think of was your plush lips against his and that round ass that he would inevitably be fondling soon. the woman next to him probably thought he was a psychopath from the way he was randomly giggling to himself.

walking off the plane and eventually into the baggage pick up area where he finally saw your face for the first time in almost a month, onyankapon was overwhelmed.

the way your face lit up when you saw him, your body in that pretty little skims dress, god.

he felt like he was in love again for the first time.

you threw yourself into his arms and he was just as excited to see you, but he couldn’t help but kneed the fat of your ass as you kissed him senseless.

“have some shame, we’re in public.”

“can’t help it. my sweet lil’ thing, i missed you…” you gasped as he gripped your ass once more, but not for the reason he thought you did. your eyes had finally zeroed in on his newly bearded face, and you couldn’t help the ache that suddenly appeared downward.

you never saw onyankapon’s facial hair, or rather, he never even gave you the opportunity to see it. as soon as you jokingly commented on how his stubble was tickling you, he was in the bathroom with the door locked while the clippers released a small whirring sound in the background.

you’d always been curious. you liked a lil goatee here and there, but it was never a major turn on or anything.

but on your nigga? yeah, you needed him bad.

he wet his lips as he peered down at you, even giving you a peek of his shiny diamond grill as he smiled at you. you trailed behind him slightly as he led you to your car, trying not to stumble from the heartbeat down below.

“shiiii, slut me out.”

“whatchu say, ma?”

“nun! cmon boy, you walk slow.”

onyankapon let his hands wander the whole drive home. on your thigh, rubbing against your nipples, even rubbing small circles onto your clit at one point.

you two barely got into the house before onyankapon was caging you against the wall and attacking your neck with his teeth. all you could hyperfocus on was the scratch of his beard against your sensitive skin.

your hand snaked to rub the sweet spot on his neck, smiling to yourself as he turned to putty. he smiled into your neck, his own hands wandering under the seam of your dress. his eyebrows jumped upward at your wetness.

“fuck.. all this for me mama?” you nod weakly as he immediately pushes two fingers knuckle deep into you, already knowing that you’d been preparing yourself for when he got home.

any words this man was saying to you were barely making it into your ears. anytime onyankapon spoke, you were immediately drawn to his lips and chin, and just how mature he looked.

it was almost sophisticated.

“been gone for so long and you won’t even focus on me. makin’ me sad, baby.” onyankapon breathed out, still a bit in disbelief that you were finally in his arms again. his fingers worked an almost melodic rhythm inside of your cunt, while his palm kept your clit company.

“more—fuck, onyyy,” you couldn’t help but whine out louder as his stubble scratched against your neck once more. the scratch only added to the knot threatening to burst in your stomach.

“shit, get these off mama.” onyankapon tugged at your dress and the panties underneath, silently begging you to get rid of them.

“you nasty.”

“you want me to make you nut or nah?” you just smacked your lips and removed your dress. his eyebrow quirked when you didn’t immediately take off the panties and bra accompanying it, but he dropped to his knees nonetheless.

you shivered at his warm breath ghosting against your clothed pussy. he continued to lap and lick at you, leaving a heavy feeling in your gut.

yet you still wanted more.

you wanted more for the sole purpose of feeling his chin hair scratch and rub against your pussy, your neck, all over you, wherever he wanted.

“c-can you—fuck!” onyankapon just smiled at you, already knowing what you wanted him to do, all you needed to do was beg for it. he just continued his skillful movements, just wanting to tease you for a little longer.

“what can i do for you, my love?”

onyankapon struggled to conceal his laugh, because he expected that you wouldn’t beg to him, not without a lot of coaxing that is.

what he didn’t expect was for you to slip your panties down while he wasn’t looking and stuff his face nose-deep in your cunt without warning. his eyes grew wide as you started shamelessly fucking his face, while he struggled to not choke on his own moans.

between your essence dripping down his chin, the grip on the back of his neck and your whines, onyankapon’s cock found itself getting much stiffer much quicker than he anticipated.

every bump of your clit against his nose against his nose sent a zap to his dick. he just sat and took it, his grip on your thighs tightening so much that he started to wonder if he was gonna break skin.

sex with ony’ wasn’t usually this rough, but three weeks away from each other had your bodies screaming the second you came together again. he really didn’t know how you’d react to seeing him again, but he hadn’t considered that you’d be this dominant.

neither did he think about how much he’d like it.

you pulled him away suddenly, presumably so he could catch his breath. onyankapon could swear that you were talking to him, but his mind was completely gone.

“‘m sorry, mama. ‘shouldn’t have done it, just lemme please you.”

before you could respond, his tongue was roughly digging you out, his grip on your waist being the only thing keeping you on earth. he didn’t stop licking until you’d cum on his tongue twice and were begging him to stop.

“ooh, ony—too much..”

he barely cared, making that known as he continued to press kitten licks to your sensitive hole.

“hey—boy are you even listening to me?” onyankapon gave you a stank look as you pushed him away with your foot. you couldn’t help but laugh at how badly this nigga wanted you.

“i wasn’t done.” suddenly you were being flipped over and onyankapon’s thick cock was laying against the skin of your stomach. he looked just about ready to rip you apart.

he gave your clit a few taps before pushing home, the action making your eyes roll back. he didn’t hesitate to slam himself into you roughly back to back, the meat of your ass slamming against his balls.

onyankapon began to kiss on your neck, and smirked into the crook of it when he felt your cunt spasm around him.

“missed you so much ony—needed t-this..”

“fuck, missed you so much more.. such a good girl…” his thrusts only sped up as you whined his name louder and louder with each kiss his cock placed against your cervix. his grip on your waist was tight enough to leave bruises, as he latched onto you like he was afraid you’d slip away from him.

without any warning, onyankapon strokes his fingers against your clit, and your losing your mind while cumming on his cock. he just coos at you, wondering what he did to deserve you. the overstim quickly sets in though, and you’re not-so quietly begging him to slow down.

“shhh, i know you can give me one more ma, i know you can…”

‘one more’ turned into two, three, and eventually four drawn out orgasms, all sprayed onto onyankapon’s lower abdomen. fuckin’ liar. “mmhm, want me to nut in you mama? want this mini-me in you, yeah?” all you could do is nod weakly as he pumped you full, his thrusts finally slowing. your eyes cracked open to see him smirking down at you while he languidly stroked your cheek to make sure you were still with him.

“you so cute. you still with me?”

“mmm.”

onyankapon just smirked as he got some things to wipe you up with. after a few minutes, you finally started to sit up and recover, only to get an immediate attitude with him.

“i can’t believe i let you nut in me,” you mumbled as he turned on the newest episode of General Hospital. he just laughed at you, not being worried considering you’re on birth control.

“you’re so into the beard, you woulda begged me to anyway.” you just scoffed before walking to the bathroom to pee, knowing that he was right but not wanting to admit it.

“i was not.”

#anime #aot headcanons #aot smut #aot spoilers #onyankopon x reader #onyankopon snk #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon smut #black!fem!reader #aot x chubby reader #aot x black reader #aot imagines #i missed writing but i did need that break tbh lol #will syno admit that they’re mentally ill or will they keep writing smut ? find out next week on dragon ball z !#syno’s picks 💌

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bucknastysbabe · 2 years

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heya, just wanted to ask if you write for chubby!aegon?? If so I’m dying for a request (even just a small blurb) just about Aegon and how he’d be with an innocent reader? including how the sex would be cause I reckon he’d still be sooo good won’t even phase the dude 😭 + breeding kink, thank youuuuu!!!

THIS WAS FUN!!! Thanks for the ask, hope it’s good mwah! I had a hard time researching English things. The whole crisps-biscuit-chips-muffins is a nightmare but they did it first soooo. But then went on a hole again on why southern Americans have the accent they do, an educational lesson in the name of smut!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Frottage, TW: WG, internalized hate, sad boy Aegon, Tyrell!Reader, she’s pretty innocent but Goes For It, chubby Aegon revolution, breeding kink, culture differences, innocence kink, He’s Trying To Do Right For The Poon

Cumming face on God ⤵️

According to the Faith, man and wife should remain chaste until they are wedded. Aegon was definitely not that man. Alicent had hammered it into his aching heads that his bride-to-be will remain untouched. The prince said fuck that and the stupid Gods she adhered to. Targaryen’s did what they want.

If they did exist they crafted his sweet little nymph to tempt the wicked men of the world. Aegon could barely restrain himself from jumping her bones when she giggled at Otto’s dry wit, or helped Helaena scoop up one of those hideous bugs she cared so much for.

The girl was a Tyrell. Otto had to pull some serious strings, or swords to get them to allow the cousin of the powerful Reach family to be his wife. Viserys wanted him to marry Helaena. Aegon refused to consummate, one of the few things he stood up for. They were annulled and Hel ended up with dutiful Aemond. They seemed like a good fit— strange.

Aegon slugged down some wine after his generous portion of meat. His belt dug into his belly. The blonde skimmed a conscious hand down his once flat stomach. His bride would probably think him a pig. Aegon frowned, planning on dragging his lazy ass to training or taking Sunfyre on more arduous rides.

Something to melt off the flesh softened by the drink.

Her musical giggle interrupted Aegon’s thoughts. He glanced up to her wide eyes, quirking a brow. She ducked, hiding a hand over her sculpted lips, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His cock twitched. Aemond held that annoying smirk of his. His cock un-twitched, if that was possible. The eldest Targaryen snapped, “What’s the fuss?”

She shook her head, snickering. Aemond supplied, “I was telling the little rose about the time you were so drunk they found you trying to ride Cole’s horse thinking it was Sunfyre,” he barked a laugh and waved his hands, “Sōvēs! Sōvēs!” Aegon’s face grew red with irritation. Stupid one-eye.

He grumbled, “Real funny Aemond. Never thought you’d get that spiked cock out of your ass to make jest,” violet eyes turned to the Tyrell, “In your free time, ask dear brother about the Pink Dread hm?”

Aemond slammed his cup down and hissed, “I think I see the pink dread supping right now.”

Aegon was flustered now. Absolutely joyous was he. The pretty girl’s snickers died down to a gaping look. Aegon stood up with his refilled wine and called, “I’ve had my fill, good night to you lovely rose.” Aemond smarted, “Are you positive Aegon? Usually half the feast is gone by now.”

The younger brother shared a look with the Tyrell, shrugging with a ‘hm.’

Aegon fought back the tears in his purple eyes. He was thoroughly embarrassed. He yanked off his belt in a fit, ignoring the pooch of his belly. Off he stomped to his quarters, ignoring one of the twins. Slamming the door behind him, Aegon perched on a thick wooden chair, a trusty flagon already prepared.

He slumped down, poking his soft midsection. Aegon squeezed at his thighs and arms, growing more upset. He groaned aloud, taking a swig of the Dornish Spiced. The prince couldn’t help but wonder if he was dooming the girl to a life of misery like Alicent and Viserys.

Forced to lay under a writhing, bloated man. Bear his heirs.

He suddenly felt very ill. Aegon blew out a breath to calm himself. He ended up tossing the flagon of wine out the window in a fit anyhow. Aegon had never once stopped his race to be the worst being to think about reality. Reality was harsh, unforgiving, made his head spin. He felt ill again, an uncomfortable flush making the prince sweat.

The door was rapped upon, once, twice. Aegon miserably groaned, “What Cargyll? Tell mother I’m indisposed!” The blonde dreadfully wanted to undress but feared what he might see. He had an inkling it was ghastly pale and girlish.

Softened by indulgence.

Aegon’s eyes flicked up to the door, an insult on pouty lips. Instead it was his rose, bashfully peaking through. He straightened up, sucked his belly in as best as possible. Her pretty curls bounced as she squeaked, “The Queen had forbade me from entering your chambers but you looked so upset my lord. Ser Cole said I could visit for a short time. Is everything alright?”

He sighed and thanked the strange Valyrian gods for letting him toss the wine. At least he didn’t look like a total drunkard. Aegon sighed, “Uh, I’m not feeling very well, but do come in.” She gave a small curtsy and rushed in, green silks dazzling against pretty skin. The lady perched delicately against the chair adjacent to Aegon.

The blonde’s violet eyes searched her own, wide and doe-like. He asked in a quick breath, “Do you find me pleasing?” She opened her mouth to be cut off, “Don’t lie to me little rose.” Aegon’s twisted soul vastly enjoyed her surprised noise and tremble of untouched lips. He couldn’t help but watch the flicker of uncertainty making the highborn woman squirm like a beggar, posture drooping.

She gaped, closed her mouth, and let out a small ‘hm.’

Aegon hid his fear with a lazy, “Hm? Taking too long dear.” He spluttered when she launched into his lap. Face to face. Her legs tight against his own, hanging off the sides of the chair. The Tyrell stared him down, a never before seen intensity to his eyes. Her little hands braced against his chest.

Aegon meekly asked, “Is that a yes, my lady?”

He grew more hot under the collar, her tight little body against his softened own. She hummed, “That was uncouth. I didn’t know to how explain that I find your very desirable.” The Reach girl curled a hand into his pale hair, smiling. She whispered, “I’d never thought I’d be married to one of the beautiful dragonlords. My father said your kind is too pretty.”

Aegon found himself hiding a genuine grin up at her. He liked her accent, even the nobles of the Reach sounded strange with their ‘r’s. The prince gently laid a shaking hand on her lower back, humming, “Am I too pretty? I cut my hair but now I feel like a muffin.”

She shook her head, curls bobbing. Aegon willed his cock to still. The Tyrell giggled, “You’re beautiful my prince.” Now was Aegon’s chance to go ahead and break the seal. He injected in a jumble of words, “Am I not trim enough?” His face was suffused in a blush now. How suave.

She laughed harder, “What? You should see the lords of the reach, massive beasts they are,” the lady slid a hand down to his belly, “I’d say you’re the right size. Not all boney like your brother.”

Aegon felt himself relax. Besides his prick. That thing was coming to full attention, fast. He sighed, “Thank the damn Seven.” The prince leaned into her face, earning a sharp inhale from her. He purred, “I’d be a right mess if I didn’t have the attentions of the prettiest rose in the Seven Kingdoms.” It was her turn to grow flustered now.

She looked to the side, biting her full lower lip all bashful and shy. Aegon grabbed her chin and redirected her look. The Targaryen breathed, “No, no, look at me now rosebud. You’ve got your prince riled up.”

His cock ached at her blown pupils, lips lax and for the taking. She whispered, “We can’t yet.” Aegon tucked himself into her tight curls, humming, “There’s other ways around it. As long as I don’t take your maidenhead dear.” She whimpered, hands clawing into his tight doublet.

“H-how do we do that?”

Aegon hummed, “Get on my bed and pull up that dress of yours. Your prince commands it.”

He lazily grinned at her jumping up and skittering to the bed, haphazardly toeing off her shoes. She hopped on and hiked up that beautiful green samite, exposing herself. Aegon’s violet eyes scanned her closed lips, shaking hands, and swollen cunt. He bit down on his knuckles with a groan.

Her shy reed of voice filled the room.

“Aegon? Will you come here already, please? I wish to look upon you.”

Aegon ambled up and approached her, breathing out in relief of the loosening of his stupidly tight breeches. He yanked off his boots first, promising, “Just a moment my rose.” She whimpered again, gazing upon his thickened thighs. The prince crawled between her trembling thighs, smoothing his hands up quavering flesh.

He lectured, “We’ll keep it outside for now. There’s other places on your perfect pussy that’ll make you cry for me,” Aegon nestled his cock against her weeping cunt. She wound a hand into his hair, pulling the prince flush to her body while kissing his plump lips. The prince couldn’t help but rut against his rose at the way she whined and eagerly received his more skilled kisses.

Aegon gripped her thighs as he drug his stiff cock against her clit and slit, the glide impossibly easier with the copious slick. His rose cried into their kisses, babbling against his lips. “S’good, oh my prince,” she whimpered. Aegon crooned, “Poor thing, hasn’t had a man show her real pleasure. Taking what you want.”

The prince off-handedly unbuttoned his coat, uncaring of his pudgy body. Not when this gorgeous creature was crying and begging wrapped around him, calling his name, sworn to bear his children. And those Tyrell’s were famously fertile as the grounds they ruled over.

She made a pouting noise at the release of Aegon’s lips, squeezing her thighs in annoyance. He laughed and spewed filth, “So eager for me already. I can’t wait to fill your pretty pussy full on our wedding night.” The girl practically howled at that, growing frantic. Aegon teased, “Yeah my rose? You like that? Getting stuffed full of my seed, bearing my heirs? Round and ripe with it?”

Tears pricked her eyes as she sobbed, “Yes! Yes! Wan’ your pretty babies!” She seized his lips for a sloppy embrace, whining and carrying one, leaking more and more. Aegon moaned himself, focusing on stimulating her bundle of nerves. She was tightening beneath him, grasping hands growing more insistent. The blonde murmured, “C’mon then, m’close sweets. Cum on me.”

She nodded and gushed against his cock, legs squishing into his waist. Aegon’s eyes rolled back, cumming to her desperate cries and hot slick. He grunted and yelped her name, rolling them over. She whimpered softly, panting while now on top. Aegon’s cock grew limp as he kissed her a couple more times.

She hummed, “I can’t wait. I’ll have as many as you want Aegon. As many.” She gently thumbed his plumped cheek, smiling at the degenerate like he hung the moon. Aegon grinned for once, promising, “I’ll give you as many my sweet,” he smacked her ass, “Too busy to rule because I’m fucking my fertile wife huh?”

Round two was about to begin based on her darkening look.

#hotd fanfic #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #hotd smut #aegon ii x reader #asks answered

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panjakes · 1 year

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I’m not sure if you watched Bloodhounds on Netflix, but can you possibly do any genre (fluff or smut) of any character or characters. I just need sum bc of this series 😭

I grew attached to this show really quickly😀✌🏼

You sigh shaking your head looking out the door at the boys.

“I wished they listen” you mumble going over to the now whistling kettle

“You and I both” Mr.Oh says getting up from his seat to tell the two of them to come in.

You take a seat next to Mr.Oh glaring at woojin as he and gunwook take a seat across from you.

You didn’t even listen to Mr.Oh and Gunwoo’s conversation. You just glared at Woojin(who felt you stare) as he put his eyes on Mr.Oh or Gunwoo.

“I won’t allow it.” Mr.oh says making you sit up

“And neither will I” you say finally making eye contact with woojin

“Yn-“ woojin starts but you cut him off by slamming your hands on the table

“No! And That’s it!” You say before getting up from the table and heading to the bathroom

Closing the door you sit down on the toilet putting your face into your hands. The thought of the boys getting hurt made your head hurt, the thought of woojin getting hurt again made your heart hurt even worse

-flashback-

“Hey guys, is the house on fire?” You ask as Hyeonju pulls back up in front of the house

“I hope not” she says as the three of you hope out the car and rush over to the gate

“Oh my gosh” hyeonju says eyes going wide at the smoked out house

“Gunwook check the back! Yn check the windows” Hyeonju says making the three of you go your separate ways

All you could think about what was Woojin and Mr.Choi. Hoping they were safe. You and gunwook eventually make it into the house screaming woojin’s name

“Woojin?! Woojin!”

You run around the Smokey house trying to get through the smoke and flames. You cough fanning your hand in front of your face. You stumble on something which caused you too look down.

There laid Woojin’s bloody body.

You let out the most spine chilling wail, dropping to your knees grabbing at woojins shirt.

“Gunwoo!” You shout through your tears

“Yn?! Yn!” Gunwoo says following your voice

Gunwoo dropping my to his knees grabbing at woojin’s shirt just like you did a moment ago

“Hyeonju! Grab him Yn!” Gunwoo says making you immediately sling his arm over your neck to carry him outside

You and gunwoo place him onto the ground. You look down at your grey sweater that was drenched in woojin’s blood.

You drop down to the ground again checking for a pulse which you fount, but it was faint

“Put pressure on it, I have to get hyeonju” gunwoo says before taking off running into the burning house once again

Your sobs got harder as you cradle woojin’s head in your lap. Gunwoo finally comes out with a screaming hyeonju which confirmed your thoughts. Mr.Choi was gone.

Gunwoo puts her into the car and comes back to help you with woojin and you rush to the hospital

-flashback over

The door opens causing you to look up at woojin who closes the door behind him

“Can you not knock? I could have been using the bathroom” you say rolling your eyes

“When have I ever knocked?” He asks with a small smile

You scoff rolling your eyes at him which made him sigh. He walks over towards you before taking a seat on the floor in between your legs.

Laying his head on your thighs, basically asking you to play in his hair, you took the bait. He closed his eyes humming at the feeling of your fingers in his head.

That is until he felt something wet hit his eyelid. He opens his eyes looking up at your watery tear ducts.

“Sweetheart? Why’re you crying?” He asks turning his undivided attention to you.

“We lost everyone so fast and I don’t want to lose you and Gunwoo” you say looking up at him through your eyelids

“Yn sweetheart, listen to me” he whisper placing his hands on your face allowing his thumbs to rub over your chubby brown cheeks

“Man you’re gorgeous, I’m a lucky guy aren’t I?” He says smiling at you

“Woojin” you say flatly

“I’m sorry. But listen to me. We’re going to get Kim Myeong-gil. He needs to be put down. I’m doing this for Gunwoo. Mr.Choi. Hyeonju. Mr.Lee. Mr.yang. You. Us! I can’t sleep peacefully knowing he’s still out there doing the same thing he’s been doing. I’m going to end him” Woojin says

“I’m coming with you” you say flatly

“No. Stay here with Mr.Oh” he says

“No. I’m going! I want Myeong-gil gone too!” You say

“I said no. If something happens to you I don’t know what the hell I’ll do. Your everything to me Yn and if I can’t come back to you I-I don’t know how I’ll react. Stay here and take care of Mr.Oh” he says

You sigh before bringing woojin into a tight hug.

“Be safe. Watch Gunwoo. Please come back to me” you whisper into his ear

“I’ll always come back to you” he whispers back placing a kiss on your temple

You both get up from the toilet and floor going to open the door only to have Gunwoo fall to the floor

“Hey! You were spying on us?!” Woojin asks

“Yes. I’m sorry” Gunwoo says

You smile at him pulling him into a hug

“Take care of him for me okay?” You whisper

“Of course” Gunwoo says returning the hug

“Boys! Come here!”

You all looked at each other before shrugging and going to see what Mr.oh wanted

You watch from the sidelines as the two pull off the cover from the car and Mr.oh opens the trunk

“This is what’s left of Mr.Choi’s emergency money. Take it. Go to seoul” He says sighing

The tears start to prickle in the corners of your eyes as the boys thanks him

Mr.Oh grabs your hand pulling you into a side hug

“Go. Me and Yn will be here waiting for you” he says making them nod.

“I’ve got a car and room rented out for you two.” Mr.Oh Says

Woojin walks over too you, looking you straight in the eye

You start fixing his clothes for him just doing anything to avoid making eye contact

“I don’t want you to go” you mumble

“Do you not want me to go? Or do you not want me to go without you” he says smiling

“Both” you say finally looking up at him

“I’ll be back. I could never leave you behind” he says wrapping an arm around your waist

“Promise?” You ask

“I promise” he says leaning down sealing the promise with a kiss

“I thought you seal a promise with your pinky and thumb?” Mr.Oh says smiling

“Well I mean you do but I rather seal mine with a kiss” Woojin says looking over at you

You playfully roll your eyes before placing something in his hand. He opens it seeing a silver bracelet with a pink heart dangling from the center. It was yours and you never took it off. Until now.

“You better get going. Try not to think of me everyday” you say making him chuckle

“That’s going to be hard.I’m thinking of you now” he says making you giggle like a high school girl

“Stop flirting with my sister and let’s go!” Gunwoo says rolling his eyes

“You boys be safe” Mr.Oh says

“We will” woojin says

“Mr.Oh please make sure Yn eats. She tends to forget” Gunwoo says

“I’ll make sure she eats well” Mr.Oh says

“Thank you. For everything.” Gunwoo says smiling

“Your welcome. Now go take down Kim Myeong-Gill” he says making them nod.

You sigh at they’re disappearing figures. Mr.Oh looks over at your with a knowing look.

“Your going with them. Aren’t you?” He asks

“You know it” you say walking over to the house. He sigh shaking his heads

“You damn kids just don’t listen” he says making you giggle

#ambw fic #black reader #ambw #black girls are beautiful #black reader insert #kpop poc #kpop #x black reader #x black!reader #kpop imagines #bloodhounds #bloodhounds woojin #blackreader #bts x black reader #blackfemreader #black fem reader #bloodhounds netflix #gunwoo x reader

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years

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now what about virgin!zoro sleeping with the reader for the first time 🤭

A/N: Aww yay more virgin content for the W😭🤍🫶🏾 okie dokie I gotchu! Tysm for the request! Enjoy!

“I Want Everytime to Feel Like This” Virgin! Zoro x Slightly Experienced! Reader (NSFW/FLUFF)

WC: 2.9k

Bad Summary: Zoro’s girlfriend always wanted to go the next level with her new boyfriend Zoro, but he always seemed reluctant in doing so which causes her to feel a bit insecure

Black Chubby/Thick Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Needy!Zoro, Reader is older than Zoro, Fingering, Lots of Kissing, Reader is in Control, but not like a Dom Reader Kinda Way(?), Riding, Ball Sucking, Finger Sucking, A lot of Sucking, Vaginal Sex, Mentions of Anal, Oral Sex, Zoro Gets Overstimulated, Also not Proofread yet

“You’re…a Virgin?”

“Tch…no need to be so dramatic about it so what?!”

You couldn’t really recall the day you and Zoro became partners romantically. You’ve known him for a few years now and in that time he never once been the type to seem interested in being in a relationship just like his Captain.

It kind of just happened. You and him had a small bicker back and fourth that turned into a full blown argument until Zoro kissed you and confessed how he truly felt. It was hard for the man, keeping his feeings bottled up, but you were stubborn and kept pestering him, you kept getting close when he tried pushing away. You were probably one of the few people that could break Zoro like that.

Well fast forward now and you both are in a strong relationship with no complaints.

Except one.

Zoro Never was the type to initiate sex. You both never had gone as far as making out, but every single time you begin to fondle his pants to straddle him he pushes you back and talks about how tired he is. It’s been a year you both have been together and it started to get to you? He wasn’t a religious man, he didn’t believe in much so clearly it wasn’t his own morals stopping him from getting further in bed with you.

Did he not trust you?

Maybe you weren’t that attractive to him?

Well tonight was a perfect night to ask.

You both were just laying on your bed, too tired to get up and do something, but too awake to fall asleep. you both just relaxed in your room for the night after a bath. Boredom and a little horniness took over so you began to kiss and pepper his face and he didn’t mind it until the kissing turned hot and heavy. But like clock work Zoro sat up and denied you access.

Your face scrunched up, not even hiding the irritation you had, it made Zoro buff and look away in embarrassment, lips glossy from yours, his breathing was heavy. Clearly he wanted more, but it was like he just couldn’t .

“Zo…what’s wrong…” Your Voice was soft despite the agitation you wore on your face. “Hm? Talk to me.”

You hands touched his tanned cheek. Whether the grumpy green head admit it or not he loved how gentle you can be towards him in situations like this.

“Nothing. Just tired.” He plainly responded trying to guide you off of him but you sat stubbornly still making his eyes shoot at you.

“No you’re not. Zoro y—-are you …are you um…are you still attracted to me?”

He knew why you’d ask that but it still didn’t erase the disbelief he showed you.

-ZORO’s Pov-

I cant believe she’s ask me that stupid ass question!

Of course I’m attracted to her?!

Y/N is fucking breath taking.

She’s radiant.

She’s beautiful

She makes my stomach hurt in the best way when I look at her beautiful eyes.

And her body….

Dammit i should just tell her the truth it’s been going on for too long now!

“I am.” I responded. Fuck i wish I could talk to her better.

“Then…why haven’t we…ever….”

She takes her hand away from my face and look away, she looked so cute squirming above me trying to find her words. She’s not as bad as me but it’s still nice to see her struggle her way through.

“Why haven’t we ever had sex….”

I knew she’d ask me that.

I sigh.

“If you don’t want to or you’re waiting it’s fine I just…you didnt peg me as the typ—“

“I’m a virgin.”

Her eyes grow like ten times the size and she jumped back a little as if I told her some bad news. Can this woman be more embarrassing?!

“You’re—“

“YESSSS.” I cut her off groaning. It’s been 40 seconds and she kept repeating “YoUrE a ViRgIn?!”

She kept staring at me with an unreadable expression? She looked like she wanted to talk shit about it. As if I cared. I don’t give a damn about not having sex. It’s not that big of a deal.

“Well I’m not.” She said confidently shrugging.

WHAT?!

“Youre—you’re not?!”

“Nope.” She sighed laying on top of my chest, “Loss it when I was 19.”

“…that was —“

“2 years ago mmhmmm. Long before you, but that’s not important….Zoro i don’t care that You’re a Virgin. Or if that’s ganna make me not want or something—“

“I don’t give a shit either!”

“THEN WHY HAVENT WE HAD SEX??”

“I…”

Dammit.

There was no reason I just…

Didn’t want to disappoint her with my lack of experience.

“How about this.” She sat up, breast bouncing in the process in my face. “If you want…let’s go slow…i don’t care if you had no experience i can just teach you. You’re a fast learner anyways.”

Before I can respond she smashes her lips into mine for a moment, nearly picking back up the make out session we had earlier but she pushes away this time and giggles.

“…would you like to go further tonight?”

Zoro grumbled turning to hide his pink face. He would never admit he did always wanted to go further after their first kiss but now that you’re offering he doesn’t really know how to respond. You laugh before taking his hand and peppering his sore knuckles in kisses. He never experienced this level of sensual movements from you, your eyes never parted from his dark ones as each knuckle was getting the same amount of attention. His lips were parted anticipating how far you’d go until you popped his middle and ring finger in your mouth

Zoro felt his stomach drop for the first time in years. Your tongue wrapped around his digits like a snake wrapping around its prey. Granted this wasn’t your plan to be this damn lewd but you couldn’t help it you just couldn’t help it when it came down to your boyfriend Roronoa Zoro.

You popped them out, a small spit trail gracefully falling on you chin not caring to wipe it so the green haired swordsman reached with his free hand to do so, but you kissed him instead. His breathing through his nose was harsh and stuttering at your boldness.

“Answer me, Zoro…do…” You pushed him back, you finger trailing down his scar, threatening to touch his nipple, down to his v-line where his shorts were so horribly covering his growing erection you chose to ignore, “you want to further this?”

Zoro clears his throat swallowing hard looking at your breast free from any bra or tight clothing swing above him under your big shirt,

“Yes. But let’s go slow.”

That was all you needed to hear to give his tantalizing neck a lick, kiss and a suck.

“Fuck…” He huffed put hands thrown on your waist to press his thumbs down on you tightly. You never got to kiss him there, Zoro held his breath from holding back any moans, but that wasn’t until you peppered your way down to said nipple, almost as if you read his mind and teasingly flicked the tip of your tongue on the sensitive little thing. “D-don’t do that?!”

He sounded so unsure. But that wasn’t even the main issue here Zoro stuttering!? This was revolutionary ! As much as you wanted to look up and smile to poke fun, you felt a poke at your tummy. You smirk, hand sneaking to his hard on making estimates with your palm of how big he really was.

“Are you ganna keep rubbing my cock through my pants or are you going to do something about it….it’s your fault.”

“Aww.” You look up and him biting your lip, smiling. “Don’t make me blush. I’m already doing that to you.”

“Tch..shut up!”

You snicker pulling down his pants and boxers, he lifts hi hips a little to assist and the moment he notices the look on your face as his cock bounces against his lower abdomen he grows a sly smirk throwing his arms in the back of his head.

“You act like you never seen one—“

“Shut up ! Let me just…” You throw off the shirt and toss away your panties. You completely forgot Zoro never seen you naked so it was a treat to see him so flustered at the sight of you,

“What? YoU aCt lIkE yOu—“

“You’re Beautiful.”

His voice was deadpanned, but it was a genuine compliment. His eyes didn’t tear from your body, absorbing it all like he wasn’t going to see it again. You climb back on him to kiss him once more,

“Thank you.” Was all you replied before trailing your kisses down his body leaving a shock hit his spine with each peck, you kneel comfortably beside his legs and grab ahold of his cock stroking it firmly until you spit on it a little for extra lube.

You shoved as much as you could in his mouth leaving the remainder to be stroked with one hand and your other massaging his balls, Zoro began to breathe ragged, groaning through his teeth on how well you were to take him in.

“Shit!” He cursed immediately pushing back some of your hair to see your covered face, your back was now arched beautifully, toes subtly curling as you sucked Zoro’s cock. You licked from the base to the tip and then all the way down to his balls , “FUCK!”

You sucked them while slowly rubbing your now wet hand on his shaft at a steady pace. You started to feel his cock twitch and his hips buck. He must have been close to cumming.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!! Don’t stop please!”

You went back to lick his slit then his entire tip before you get your tongue get sprayed with his hot seed. You grimace a bit at the taste, mostly because you never been the swallow kind of girl, but this was Zoro.

He deserved it.

You didn’t stop though you kept lightly pumping his cock for more and though he wanted to push you away his body kept begging.

“Shit! I—“

Kissing him again he lowly growls in your mouth pulling your closer now chest to chest, Zoro couldn’t stop going even if he wanted to. He thought he was a damn fool to have not at least done oral sex with you before in the past, recalling all the times you’ve offered.

“Let me…let me…”

You tilt your head at him with a confused expression,

“I want to return the favor.”

It’s almost shameful how excited you were, but you had to quickly pull yourself together and decline, but Zoro wasn’t having any of that.

“This is about you—“

“It’s about us, Y/N.” He moves you to lay down now on top of your smaller form, his skin tone was so pretty under the moonlight and sweating, “Just show me…”

“Show you what…”

“Tch…” He looks away for a moment, knowing you’re making him speak because you’re probably getting off to it, “Teach me….—“

“Teach me how to eat that pussy of yours.”

Your body immediately melted. His voice was so low you thought maybe he was threatening you, toying with you, a menacing grin sneaked through his lips before planting a sweet kiss on you, mimicking you taunts by trailing his open mouth kisses on your body, spreading your thighs apart embarrassingly wide.

Zoro admired the wetness of your cunt, all for him? He was about to have the time of his life.

He kissed your clit, a small remnant of your juices stained his lips and tongue giving him his first taste of you, Sake, Onigiri, nothing could compare to your taste.

He needed more.

“Z-ZO!” Your back snapped upwards with one hand gripping his hair, his tongue was exploring you whole not missing any area until he finally stuck it inside you, “ZORO!”

Her taste was so damn addicting.

She was bladdering on on how I needed to slow down but fuck that I can’t believe I took this long, and from her moans and the way she keeps pushing me in with he legs I must be a prodigy at this.

She kept crying my name until she came inside my mouth squirting a little, it was cute. I don’t think she’s ever done that.

“I….I’m sorry.” She covered her face but I pulled them back grabbing her cheeks to push my tongue in her mouth.

“Don’t be sorry.”

I looked back down and I just couldn’t help myself. I rubbed my two fingers on her slit, she was so wet I kept slipping off her clit.

“Just like that…” Y/N’s voice was so gentle, it was also mixed in with her sexy ass moans she kept doing, she felt so fucking good taking my fingers so well.

I sped up my pace now full blown scissoring her, I used my thumb to press down on her clit and trace circles, shit her legs began to twitch.

“Oh Zo! Yes!” She cried out, her hands were reaching for something to grab so I let go of her thigh and intertwined my fingers with hers, she was so hot to the touch, y/n looked at me with her low lids, mouth parted trying to fix her unsteady breaths as I kept going. She looked like she wanted to tell me something?

“Kiss me, Zo…”

I swallowed the lump in my throat before I bent over to kiss her. She felt so good, she sounded so good, everything about her was so perfect I couldn’t take it. Her other free hand rubbing my scalp as she sucked the fuck out of my tongue, begging to taste herself again mixed with my spit. I pulled away, a spit line following down her chest as I latch on to her perk nipples, I nearly forgot—

I needed to mark her up.

I latched back into her neck leaving one hickey right below her jawline, I sucked and kissed all the way down until I reached her breast and I made a mess of them too. She pushed me off a little whining and climbed back on top of me panting and I took the opportunity to slap her ass.

Fuck I can’t wait until we do this again.

“Shit..” i mumble, She didn’t waste anytime rubbing her slit on my cock, her pretty little tits bounced in my face as I sat up to be completely eye to eye to her.

“‘M ganna…put it in…” she whispers hovering over me.

“Then fucking do it…if you can handle it.” I taunt in her ear.

She squints at me and scoffs, without any words I watch her slowly sink onto my cock, she was tight as all hell, but

“So warm…” I mumble, she grabs ahold of my hands peppering them in kisses again and then my face before she slammed herself on me having us both moan out in each others mouths, “A-are you okay?! Did you slip?!”

“No I didn’t—ah—slip dumbass I meant to do that!”

She’s such a fucking liar.

“You sure I’m not in your a—“

“Shut up!” She yelled looking up, adjusting to my size, I sit and wait, I’d rather be in this position all night then to have her feel uncomfortable for my sake.

“Okay..”. She huffs looking in my eyes, she looked so beautiful trying to keep her composure as I was inside her, “I’m going to move now…”

We lock fingers and she begins to bounce.

“Ah!” Her voice hums with each time she lowers herself, “Ah—-Zo you…feel so good!”

“Y-you! Tooo fuck can you go any faster now?!”

She pushes me on my back again and rest her hands on my chest now grinding and bouncing in a rhythm that’s already about to make me fucking—-

“CU—Fuck I’m cuming!”

I damn near Bit off my lip feeling her lightly chuckling and continuously grind above me. Fuck there goes that painful overstim…

“Want me to keep going?” She teased but her body didn’t act like she was threatening to stop.

“Y-yes! Please y/n!”

..can’t believe I’m begging right now, but I don’t care she felt too good!

She picked up her pace now going up and down, her ass hitting my thighs as I kept hearing the wet noises from her pussy clenching on my cum coated cock now dripping down my balls onto the sheets.

“Zo!” She squeezed my hands with her eyes shut Stil moving, “I’m close baby!”

“I am too cum with me sweetheart!”

I pulled her close to ride her orgasm out with me, her legs twitched on my sides, her face buried in my neck cuming and humping my cock like the little cute slut she was.

When we both calmed down it was a comfortable silence, my eyes were shut with my arms around her still quivering body, our cum oozing out while she cockwarmed me and I felt her play with my earrings.

“Stop That.”

“Hmmm…” She sighed kissing my hot cheek, “You’re so pretty Zo…”

“Shut up…”

“You look Even prettier between my legs.”

“Yeah…and you look hotter with my cock in your slutty mouth.”

We share a small laugh, y/n yawns and I throw the blanket over the both of us pulling her up by her ass to get comfortable. Hope she don’t mind warming me for the night.

“Thank you for trusting me Zo…” she kisses me cheek tenderly, “I love you.”

“…I love you, too…”

“Awwww look at you all soft and stuff after getting some pussy!” She sung squeezing my cheek.

“SHUT UP Y/N!”

#zoro x reader #zoro fluff #zoro smut #Zoro x Black reader #zoro x y/n #zoro x you #Zoro x female reader #one piece Zoro #one piece x female reader #one piece x black!reader #one piece #one piece headcanons #black reader #one piece smut #zoro headcanons

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richeeduvie · 3 days

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Baby Jr is always with daddy! Baby is noo way an absent mom but she does have work so she might be gone for a couple of hours on weekdays and just facetimes now and then to see her baby and caveman husband

That being said would there have ever been a situation where roman isnt with his daughter? 😭 im trying to think of a situation where hes just gone for like half an hour at the very least and baby happens to be the one at home and baby jr gets really sad bc its the first time ever that she isnt with daddy but i really cant think of a situation where roman wouldnt be with his baby daughter ever 🥹

Maybe baby sprains her ankle so she stays home and roman quickly has to run an errand for her and baby jr just wakes up from a nap and doesnt see caveman daddy anywhere and starts tearing up

Baby and Baby Jr are in bed. Baby smiles at her sleeping daughter, she's got her mouth parted and her little, chubby fist closed around the pillowcase. Her phone dings.

'Hi.'

Roman's been away for twenty minutes, it's an hour out to go get something and Baby smiles even harder at the idea that Roman can't handle an hour without contact.

"Good afternoon, baby."

It's Baby Jr stirring. She sits up with her hair so messy - looking around with a still face, then she crawls closer to Baby and takes her arm, or tries to with her tiny hand.

She looks around again and puts her other hand near her mouth.

Baby's smile drops when she sees her daughter tear up.

"Where Daddy?"

Baby coos.

"Oh, sweetheart. Don't cry," She takes Baby Jr in her lap and rubs her back. Her motherly heart twists at the sight of her little girl's brows furrowing and eyes getting smaller. It's almost like her father's. "Daddy just went to go get something, he'll be back soon."

"Why he didn' take us?"

"Cause we were sleeping, he didn't want to bother us for such a short trip. A very short trip."

"...Really?"

Baby smooths over her hair.

"Look, he just texted me."

Baby Jr's eyes are puffy and her lips are pouted in watching her mommy pull out the phone. She rubs her cheek against her arm.

Baby could laugh at how easy it is for Baby Jr to press the call button. Roman answers after a ring and a half.

"What happened?"

"Your daughter misses you."

"Hi, Daddy."

There's a shuffle and a pause.

"Daddy's not that worth it for tears, weirdo."

"Where you go?"

"Just to get something for Mommy. Daddy's coming back soon - like really soon, please-and like, don't be down if you can't stop, but I'll leak if you're still crying. I'm almost back home."

Roman knows his daughter enough to know the way she cries, even over the phone. Baby smiles at Baby Jr smiling.

"Yay! Okay. I don' cry anymore. Bye, Daddy."

"...I can stay on the phone for a bit."

Baby just has to sigh when she kisses Baby Jr's hair. Like father, like daughter.

#inbox #hc's #drabble #dog and bone!au #succession fanfiction #roman roy fanfic #roman roy x reader

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mrs-monaghan · 1 year

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Jimin's each and every part is PERFECTION

His face is the prettiest thing I've ever seen. So angelic yet seductive. Prettiest human being to exist fr. You can just stare at him for hours. Reason why JK popping heart eyes everywhere.

Mfing lips God no wonder JK can't stop staring at it, it's made to be kissed hard by a handsome dude let's be honest, so plump and pink 💋💋💋

His eyes, God he can hypnotize anyone and their momma with that eyes. Reason why JK can't keep the eye contact. So brown and deep 🥲❤

His nose???? Cutest lil thing ever. One bite it's gone. I didn't knew button noses were this pretty until I saw Jimin. 🤏🤏😭

His toof. I swear that's one of my favorite feature of him and I'm glad he knows it 😭. Im so fucking happy he is keeping his adorably crooked teeth.

Ears. Yeah obsessed with that lil ears too. The one JK sucked to his mouth infront of whole world lol. And when he wears those dangling earrings >>>>>>>>

Cheeks, JESUS. One bite that's all I'm asking. Rosy chubby cheeks... I just wanna squish. Deserved tons of kisses everyday. 🍞🍞

Hair. Oh luscious thick hair which suits ANY HAIR COLOR??? Has ability to make him look a 7 yr old innocent kid or 27 yr old hottest diva 💫💫

Neck. It shouldn't be underrated at all. His neck is long and thick and prettiest when he wears his dainty chains 😭💥

His slender body with narrow shoulder and frame ? I swear he's so cuddly material. His full frame is only the size of JK's torso 😭 and he's completely engulfed in a hug 😭

His hands ? Have you seen his dainty hands ? The way it moves sooo gracefully when he dances, the way he runs delicately through his body when he dances, it's so pretty GAWD

His chubby lil fingers 😭 He loves it, JK loves it, We loves it. And he adorn it with pretty rings. And y'all have noted his manicured long nails right. He keep it so clean and beautiful 😍

Have you all seen that waist??? He literally trended worldwide and in his home country for that snatched waist. And JK slipping hands inside to hold it ?? It's literally made to he held by strong arms ⌛

His navel ??? It's so smooth and pretty. And the way he's blessing us with some pretty crop tops now. Everyone say THANKYOU JIMIN..And those hips are everything, the way he moves it??

That almighty butt ??? JK obsessed OBSESSED af for. It's so fat and firm and shaply plumped. I'm as obsessed as JK 😭💔

Thighs saves lifes and Park Jimin's Thighs in skinny fit jeans saves this whole universe. The way it fills his skinny jeans ?? So fucking sexy and thick in all right places.

Long legs compared to that smaller upper body and those tiny feets which looks cute af when he wears slippers twice his size 😭💔

And tattoos, can we ignore those tattoos which adds to his beauty??? All tattoos are so HIM ans in the most right and sexiest places. Our Moon Goddess 🌙

His voice, no one can easily copy or replicate his beautiful voice. Its one of a kind, His voice is so Jimin, so soft yet so powerful and his giggles ?? the prettiest sound in this universe fr. I'm sad, JK is exclusive to hear some of the sounds.. just saying 👀

And his dancing?? The way everything surrounding disappears when our dancing doll begins to move 🥰🥰🥰 its Jimin tunnel vision whenever he dances. So graceful and flowy yet crisp and complete moves.

His style. It's so chic. From his outfits to Chelsea boots to his pretty jewelries. So simple yet so stylish. He looks so cute yet so sexy and hot in his style 🔥

Personality. Now that's the one makes him who he is. When I say he's literally an angel I mean it. So selfless, full of love, so caring, so adorable, so kind, so supportive, understanding, respectfu, grounded, calm, soft spoken ... idk I run out of words to praise his Angelic personality ❤❤ JK got an angel for himself.

All in all perfect, when JK said his favorite body part of Jimin is his WHOLE BODY he didn't lied. That man worships Jimin and loves his entire existence.

JIMIN HANDCRAFTED FOR JUNGKOOK

Anon... you realise Jimin is spoken for, right? Coz JK don't dick around, he will cut you.

#he he hee #agreed though anon #agreed #jimin #park jimin #the park jimin #park motherfucking jimin #ask shaz #bts ask

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tojisun · 3 years

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Oh god "how we break" just left me in tears! Amazing but so very heartbreaking 💔 😭 and then that timeline of reader being pregnant with toji's baby made me think of what if reader had the child before mamagorou came back;

Toji's son being confused and distressed on why mommy is going to live somewhere else and he swaps houses each week. Who is this woman daddy is with? Megumi's mom? Megumi has a mom and its not her!

Toji's son going to therapy to deal with this sepearation and never warming up to his step-mom but is cordial. Grows more and more distant from his dad and brother, seeing how happy step-mom, dad and megumi are, feeling like an intruder and evantually asks the heartbreaking question of staying with mommy from now on.

Toji's son getting his guard up when gojo starts dating his mom; will he leave her too? But gojo breaks down his walls with a freaking sledgehammer and they grow close.

Toji's son getting excited at the prospect of being an older brother...

Ya know, things like that.

OH THIS IS PAINFUL PAINFUL. THIS IS A DIFFERENT TYPE OF ANGST HSKSJS HELP?? OMG I LOVE THIS

this turned super long dnwkdjek i hope you like it <333

word count: 2.4k

[how we break]; [hwb au pregnant reader]

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mama’s crying.

he doesn’t know where mama is or even hear her clearly, but he’s always had a keen ear. his papa said it’s a blessing, just like big brother.

but it doesn’t feel like a blessing right now. not with mama’s hiccupy cries and papa’s absence. where was papa? was he with mama and he’s comforting her? he hopes papa is.

the night is high and the moon is bright. the november winds are unrelenting with their screaming; trees whipping onto windows and the rain dropping heavily like diamonds. and yet all he hears is mama crying.

he rises from his bed, looking around his dark room and feeling the rising fear in his chest. too dark, too alone. but he needs to go to mama.

he runs to the door, not looking at anything, afraid that he’d see something in the shadows. yanking the door open, he feels his heart crash when he saw someone standing in front of him.

he screams.

“baby?!” you ask, crouching to pick him up. “oh baby, why are you crying?”

he opens his eyes, tears blurring what he can see, and cries when he realizes it’s just you.

“mama!” he wails, “i’m scared!”

“nothing to be afraid of, my beloved,” you say, pressing kisses at the swell of his chubby cheeks. you wipe at his eyes (green like his), chuckling when his long lashes flutter and tickle your fingertips. “mama’s always here.”

“i love you mama,” he whispers, rubbing a chubby fist at his eyes.

“i love you too,” you whisper back, tucking him into your neck and humming a lullaby to ease him back to sleep. you step into his room, gently resting on his bed as he settles on your chest.

his soft snores lightened up the heaviness in your heart, but it refuses to dissolve the lump in your throat. you wish you can just live your life without telling your son about toji, but you know him. he’s always loved you and toji fervently; loved the way toji would wake him up with gentle pokes on his sides, carrying him around even when he is grouchy. he loved the way breakfast was always with you, toji, and megumi.

how will you tell him his brother is gone?

you cradle your son tighter, pressing your face on his head, hoping that this silence has the answers for tomorrow.

it does not.

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he cries, sobbing for so long and so loud until he’s grown tired from crying. it’s a good thing you’ve managed to make him eat breakfast before finally telling him.

“papa and megu-nii not eating?” he asked, little feet swinging as he watched you prepare his waffles.

“not today,” you answered, trying your best to suppress the sadness in your voice. he squealed in delight when you spread chocolate on one of his waffles, clapping in joy every time he took a bite.

from then on you knew he was feeling antsy as he waited for toji and megumi to leave their rooms.

when it finally hit noon, he turned to you, asking where his papa and brother are. you thought you can delay it more, but when you saw that he was becoming more restless, you finally caved.

he did not understand what you meant, not like you expected him to do so. the reality sank when he ran to megumi’s room, calling for him as though you three were only playing a really drawled out hide-and-seek with him.

when he saw how empty megumi’s room was of megumi, your precious boy ran to you. you cannot help but cry along as you listened to him sob out toji and megumi’s names, as though willing the two of them to come back.

they don’t. of course, they don’t.

you do not let go of him as he continues to weakly cry, eyes now shut close and body so tired that he cannot help but rest on you.

“mama won’t leave,” you tell him. “i will never.”

he sniffles, nodding shakily.

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toji visits two months later.

“what do you want?”

when toji messaged you that he wanted to talk, you asked your friend to babysit your son on the day toji’s planning to come. your son was hesitant to go with your friend, having been clingier ever since toji and megumi’s disappearance. he cried, thinking that you were giving him away. you and your friend had assured him that that will never be the case.

only when he saw their three dogs did he agree to being babysat.

“i still want to be in his life.”

you tense, feeling the temperature of the room drop instantly. there is a white noise that slams in your ears, robbing you off of comfort.

this should be a good thing, you think, this is what your son needs. and yet fear engulfs you whole.

“okay,” you say, softly, feeling a sense of powerlessness.

toji leaves not a minute to spare. he does not ask about you or apologize even. he leaves again and your heart shatters like the first time round.

your son easily agrees, excited at the prospect of meeting his brother and father again.

you wish you felt the same way, but fear reverberates loudly in you.

they’ll take him from you too.

you wish you were stronger enough to silence the demons in your head.

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papa and megu-nii came to pick him up with a woman he doesn’t know. she looks a lot like megu-nii, and their closeness reminds him of the way he is with you. megu-nii does not leave her side the way he thought his brother would, and she is looking at him with a strange look that he does not recognize.

only papa acts like usual. papa picks him up and presses a soft kiss on his cheeks. he giggles and kisses at papa’s chin, still too short to be able to reach anything else.

papa smiles at him before turning to megu-nii and the woman. “won’t you say hi, gumi?”

he turns to megu-nii excitedly but his brother does not greet him. the woman is still looking at him, her lips pressed together firmly. he turns back to his brother and greets him instead. “hi, megu-nii!”

he expects his brother to smile at him the way he used to but the woman just pulls megu-nii away, tucking him on her side. he turns to papa, confused, and yet papa’s face is blank.

he feels weird. unwelcome. unwanted.

he wants mama back.

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the woman is kind to him. she is gentle despite the strange look in her eyes. she takes care of him, and yet he can’t help but feel like something about him is hurting her.

he told papa this when he is being tucked in bed, but papa assures him that the woman is not a mean person. papa also told him not to worry about megu-nii; said he is just feeling bad.

he is a good boy and a good brother so he pinky promised with papa that he will try helping megu-nii. papa chuckled at him before pressing a final kiss and leaving again.

he wants to ask papa to sing him a song or read him a book, but papa turned the lights off and closed the door shut, and he is eaten up by darkness. there is fear in him, but hesitance chains him down. he wants to cry and to call for papa, but he is scared that papa will leave again if he’s a bad boy. so he holds his tongue and squeezes his eyes close, trying to remember mama’s voice.

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megu-nii grows kinder as the days go by. he is very happy that his brother is back to playing with him. but he calls the woman “mommy.”

isn’t mama megu-nii’s mommy too?

he wants to ask papa but then he sees him kiss her the way he used to kiss mama, and he totters away, trying not to cry.

papa left mama for her.

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the two weeks pass by and he is back in mama’s arms. he wails when papa leaves, but he does not miss him as much as he misses mama.

when you asked him how his stay with toji was, he does not say about papa kissing someone else. he does not tell you about megu-nii not calling you mama anymore. he does not talk about the scary nights in a foreign bed, alone with no night light.

what he tells you, instead, are the good memories. how she baked him a cake and let megu-nii and him eat it even before dinner. he tells you about megu-nii’s new dogs, one white and one black huskies. he tells you how papa carried him and megu-nii together at the same time. papa is super strong!

you giggle at his stories and he feels very happy about it.

he is your hero, isn’t he?

“i love you mama!”

you press a long and loud kiss at his forehead. “i love you too!”

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he grows old like this.

a constant back-and-forth between living with you and toji. and yet, despite how much he stays with toji and his family, he never feels part of it.

megu-nii becomes megumi. and papa becomes toji-san. toji doesn’t comment on the change of his name, but every time your son calls him that there is a fleeting twinge of something in his eyes.

your son refuses to know what it is.

toji has long given up the right to be a good father when he willingly gave him up to be with her again. he doesn’t care if she was toji’s first love, not when they both hurt you.

they don’t know how much you suffered; how you had to juggle being a single mom and working many shifts to continuously afford your apartment and sending him to a good school. toji helped, but it’s never enough.

not in his eyes.

not when everything happened because of his fleeting love for you.

then enters gojo satoru.

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gojo satoru loves you in a way that is so familiar and new at the same time.

he doesn’t understand how this stranger just barrelled in both of your lives and managed to show more love to him than his biological father ever did.

a part of him is scared. scared that you’d be hurt by satoru. scared that you’d leave him for satoru. but.

he remembers how much you’ve scraped for him and he sees how much satoru respects you, and the fear lessens. it never fades fully—he doesn’t know if it ever will. but if you were able to accept a whole new love despite the pain that toji left you with, then maybe it is okay for him to move on too.

and so he does.

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when he turns eleven, you marry satoru with his blessing.

it is a memory that he cherishes dearly.

you had sat him down, not beating around the bush, and stated that satoru had proposed.

“i said yes,” you told him, “but his proposal isn’t just for me but it is also for you. he may be marrying me but you are my son. your decision comes first.”

“if i don’t like satoru-san, you won’t marry him?” he asked, bewildered.

you smiled at him, brushing at his hair. “of course. i would not choose anyone over you and if you do not want him in our lives, then he wouldn’t be.”

“but you love him.”

“and i love you more.”

he cried that day, collapsing into your arms as though you have vanquished all the weight that he’s been carrying all along. the fear trapped in his heart had finally subsided and the choking anxiousness bleeds out of him.

“i love satoru-san,” he muttered, breaths still hitching because of the tears. “he makes you happy.”

“he does, doesn’t he?”

when satoru hears his approval, he scoops up your son and hugs him close. “thank you,” satoru says.

“thank you,�� your son replies.

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“toji-san, i’m not going to come back here anymore.”

this was said during dinner, a usually loud affair but megumi’s over in his friend’s house so it’s just him, toji, and his wife.

the scraping of metal on ceramic stops. he looks up, meeting toji’s eyes unflinchingly.

“what do you mean?”

he shrugs. “mama’s moving somewhere else and i want to follow her.”

“did she force you into this?”

he grips at his fork, tensing his jaw at toji’s accusation. how dare he.

he clears his throat, trying to release the tension that coiled in his being. it refuses to budge.

“she would never and you know that.”

it must have been the wrong thing to say as he watches toji glare back at him, a hand coming to hold hers as though he has disrespected her. as though he wasn’t just trying to protect you from toji’s scathing words.

“why are you leaving?” she asks instead, noticing that neither he nor toji were willing to continue the conversation.

“she’s about to give birth to my sister,” he answers. “dad bought a bigger house for us four in shibuya.”

“oh,” she whispers, a hand coming up to hide her gasp.

toji flinches after hearing him call satoru “dad.”

for the rest of the night, toji had not spoken to him. he does not mind it at all.

when megumi came home, he helped him pack his stuff. there was a comfortable silence between them both and it is only now did he realize how simple their relationship had turned out to be.

i’d be a better brother than this, he thinks.

and he will be.

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he is fourteen when she came into this world bearing white hair like satoru and eyes like yours. he does not look like her at all, but he loves her all the same.

especially as you and satoru loved them both equally.

when she learns to speak more than mama and dada, no one is surprised that the next word she learns is nii-cha.

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