#I love coming back home and seeing the fruits of my labor

[drugsforaddicts]

Guys… we’re not prepared for where this madness is headed 🤡

[the20thangel]

The Labor of Our Fruits

Summary: Tumblr Request!: A Targaryen reader. She and Benji didn't get off on the right foot because it was an arranged marriage, but Benji loves her but is scared to show it. The reader is pregnant, and because Benji has been ignoring her when she goes into labor, she begs Benji to not let her die, and he feels terrible thinking she would think something like that. But ending happily with their little baby boy.

tags: childbirth, angst, fluff

Word count: 2005

(this is an x reader fanfic but just with a name)

Daella grimaced, feeling immense pressure as the maester pressed down on her stomach. She wished her mother’s healers were here instead of this maester, but she was far from home, far from her mother and brothers and step-sisters, far from the comforts of Dragonstone and the sounds of dragons roosting around the island. She realistically knew all she needed to do was ask to get what she wanted, but she couldn’t bring herself to. Since their marriage night, she hardly spoke to her husband, Lord Benjicot Blackwood. How can she just go up and ask him to tell him to send for the healers from Dragonstone? 

Her marriage… was strange; that was the only way she could describe it. To ensure House Blackwood kept their alliance with her mother, Daella was brought to Raventree Hall to marry its new lord. He was not cruel, her lord husband, but distant. She did not know if having a distant husband was better or worse. In some cases better, because he never forced himself on her or commanded her to do things that might have made her uncomfortable. She greatly appreciated him for doing that; he was already better than her uncle Aegon.

On the other hand, having a distant husband was worse. She was lonely, growing a babe of a man she hardly knew, proudly doing her duty for her mother and husband but drowning in her isolation. She laughed at the gods' cruel joke. Was she turning out to be like her ancestor Daella, daughter of Good Queen Alysanne, who bore her grandmother Aemma only to die without holding her babe? 

Daella groaned quietly as the maester finished evaluating her. She sat up as the doors of the bed chamber opened, revealing her husband, Benjicot. Walking into the chamber, he saw the maester packing his bag. Benjicot quickly walked to his wife, pausing before her, unsure if he should hold her hand. Ultimately, he stood by her, watching her fidget with her dress. 

“How are they?” he asked the maester. 

“Both mother and child are progressing wonderfully, my lord; we should expect the babe to come any minute now.” stated the maester, bowing to the lord and princess as he walked out of the room. 

Daella swallowed; she did not know what to do now, such was most the case with her. She mainly floated around the castle, careful not to be in anybody’s way. Knowing that made her seem weird, she heard the whispers as the people spoke about the odd Targaryen girl their lord was forced to marry. 

Benjicot stared at his beautiful wife, wishing he could know her thoughts. His marriage was a quiet one. Both hardly spoke to each other, only short sentences here and there. His aunt urged him to make more effort to express his love to Daella, but he just didn’t know how. He was not good at romance, feeling more comfortable in battles. He also never wanted to be the husband who would force his wife to do actions she may not like. So he tried to give her space, allowing her to grow accustomed to her new home. 

Swallowing away his nervousness, he decided to try to make a small conversation. 

“How are you feeling?” asked Benjicot, seeing how Daella jumped in surprise, looking at him with her soft purple eyes. Oh, how he could get lost staring at them all day. 

“Tired… my lord,” whispered Daella, smiling at him, not wanting to seem rude at his genuine worry.

Benji smiled back, “Would you like to rest before supper, or could I have the servants bring supper to the chambers?” 

“I think I will rest a little and then meet you there,” Daella said, looking at his nervous smile. 

Benjicot nodded. Feeling awkward, he turned to leave, but before thinking about it, he turned back to Daella. 

“Should you want or need anything these last few days, all you need to do is ask, and I will try my best to provide it to you,” Benji promised as he reached to caress her cheek, only stopping mere inches away. Again, feeling unsure if she would accept his touch, He chose to walk away and leave the room. 

Daella, with great sadness, watched her husband leave her alone again in the chamber. Once the door closed, she let a small tear flow freely down her cheek. 

“I wish to go home,” whispered Daella, closing her eyes as she stroked her belly. Only allowing a smile to softly stretch on her face as she felt her babe kick her. 

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The following day, Benji woke up earlier than previous ones. He had to ride out for a few days and needed to check in with the village. As he turned, he could not help but smile at the sight before him. He loved seeing his wife sleeping, seeing her in the most relaxing state. She always wore a smile on her face as her hands lay on top of her stomach. She was a beauty, and he wished he could show more of his feelings towards her. He wants to build his relationship with her but always becomes too nervous to act anything out.  Leaning down to provide a small kiss on her forehead. He made a vow that once he returned, he would start to show more effort in his marriage so that when their babe entered this world, they would have parents who were openly affectionate with each other. 

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Daella grew restless. Benji had been gone for a few days and was not due to return for another two days. She was trying her best to take over the castle duties, but she kept having cramps. Her babe was not due yet, so Daella started worrying. Was there something she was doing wrong? Was she harming her baby? She groaned from another cramp as a passing servant, recognizing the signs of labor, gasped and ran to the princess.

“My princess, how long have you been feeling these pains?” questioned the servant girl as she led the princess back to the chambers.

Daella exhaled, feeling the cramp alleviate for a second, “Since last night… I think..” groaning from another wave of cramps. 

“Princess, you are in labor, we need…. Someone fetch the maester. The princess is in labor!” shouted the servant girl to the nearest guard, who frantically nodded, running to do his bidding. 

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The castle was in chaos; the pained screams of Daella echoed in the halls as servants entered and left the princess’s chambers. Daella was lying in bed, watching the maester and midwives converse quietly. Her babe was taking too long to leave her body. She knew what the maester wanted to do… he wanted to cut the babe free from her body. She shook in fright; she did not want to die in the labor bed. She did not want to follow the path of her namesake and her grandmother, Aemma.  She wanted to live, not ready to enter the realm of Balerion. 

“We need to wait for Lord Benjicot to decide…” whispered the midwife, trying to stall the maester from doing anything drastic. 

“If we wait too long, there might not be anyone left to save.” argued the maester, looking back at the bleeding princess. 

Daella closed her eyes as she wept; she wanted her mother, she wanted Benji, and she prayed to the gods to have mercy on her and her baby. 

As if the gods were listening, the doors opened with a bang, and people gasped. A muddy Benjicot ran into the room, scanning for Daella, and saw her breathing heavily on their bed. 

“My lord, the birthing room is no place…” began the maester as Benjicot ignored him, running to take his wife’s hand in his. 

“Daella..” whispered Benji, moving some white hair away from her face.

Daella smiled painfully at her husband. She needed to be a dragon, and she would fight for her life. 

“Benji, please, please don’t let him do it to me…” pleaded Daella as she let tears stream down her face. 

Benjicot looked at his wife in confusion. What was causing her so much stress?

Turning to the maester and midwives, he asked them what was happening to his wife. The maester walked up to the lord as he explained that the babe was taking too long to leave the princess's stomach. Proposing that the best option to save the future heir of House Blackwood was to cut the babe out of the princess's body.

 Daella, sobbing, reached for Benji's hand as she pleaded, “Please don't let them cut me. I do not wish to die yet.”

Benjicot, heartbroken at seeing her in such a state, leaned down to kiss her forehead and whisper comforting words to her. 

“Shh, my love, I would never do such a thing to you…” 

“My lord, if we don’t, we risk losing the ba-” 

“Remove this man out of my sight before I turn and run my sword across his stomach,” growled Benjicot, shooting daggers at the gaping maester being led out by the guards. 

Benji turned to the midwives and pleaded, “Please, is there any way to save them both?” 

The midwives nodded, “It’s the princess’s first, babe. She has grown tired of using all her energy to push out. We can help her by pushing on her stomach as she pushes herself. It will be painful, but it is the best chance to save both mother and child.” 

Benjicot nodded, letting himself be led to sit behind her, pressing his hand on her stomach as Daella continued to sob. 

“When we ask the princess the push, we will need you, my lord, to push your hands downward with all your might. Even if she screams in agony, you push down. We cannot risk the babe getting stuck.” commanded the head midwife, waiting for him to agree. 

Once the young lord agreed, the midwives all went to their positions. Looking at him, they started to command the princess to start pushing. Benji, in turn, also pressed his hands on her stomach, feeling her body warp. Daella screamed in agony, feeling like her body was ripping in half. She wanted them to stop but knew that if she wanted to live, she needed to continue to push. Praying to the goddesses Meleys and Shrykos, she pleaded for them to hear her, asking for a safe, open road for her babe’s birth. 

Benjicot continued to press down as he kissed Daella's crown, feeling proud of her courage and bravery during this upsetting situation. She was indeed a dragon princess, not letting herself falter. He decided to express his thoughts as he continued to help her push. 

“That’s it, my love, you are doing wonderful; you are almost there, Daella, don’t give up… I know you can,” he whispered to her ear, his heart breaking at every scream she let out. 

Daella, even though tired, felt empowered by her husband’s words, inhaling she gave one last push. She will live, she will not die in this bed, and she will get to see her child grow up. 

With one last scream and push, the baby boy left his mother’s body, wailing to the world. Daella started crying at seeing her son. He was beautiful, with his father’s black hair and pale skin like hers. He was placed on her chest as she wrapped her arms around his tiny body. Benji, too, started crying at seeing his son, something that showed a promise of the love he was willing to show to his wife. 

As the young heir nuzzled his mother’s chest, he briefly opened his eyes, showcasing a beautiful purple color—the very ones Benjicot adored on his wife. Feeling overwhelmed, he rocked the baby and mother into his arms. 

“You did wonderful, Daella. You were amazing,” he praised his princess, kissing her cheek and continuing to rock them. 

Daella smiled as she leaned into her husband’s embrace, feeling she was finally home. 

[heirofnight]

blueberry scones & lemon squares

pairing: azriel x reader

word count: 1.4k

summary: azriel spends his morning reflecting on various places he's lived throughout his lifetime. his thoughts quickly reroute back to you, his true home, and he reminisces on how you both met.

a/n: another drabble / stream of consciousness that took on a mind of its own. i really enjoy these! i only skimmed over this once, so it's lightly edited. sorry for any other mistakes i may have missed. this one made my chest hurt though - in a good way.

home.

az had resided many places during the course of his lifetime. but, as the years progressed, he'd come to realize that home was not solely determined by a physical structure with four walls - not just a place to lay his head and wings after a long, grueling day, or after returning from missions with bloodied hands and a dagger in need of sharpening. no, azriel's true home was always marked by wherever his brothers were. and now, wherever you were too.

the house of wind. another home of his.

azriel stood atop the balcony connected to his chambers. it was early dawn, the sun just beginning to rise into the morning sky. misty clouds carried on a breeze idled by, so close, az truly thought he could reach out and grab a piece of one for himself. if he squinted hard enough, really focused, he could make out the city of velaris and the sidra river, glowing like melted sapphire, far below him. could see the smoke of chimneys rising to meet the clouds as the city and its patrons began stirring for the day.

he stretched his large, membranous wings outward, letting the sunlight bathe them in warmth. his breath escaped him as visible white puffs, the autumn chill inescapable at the high altitude.

az regarded himself as a self-reflective male. his mind never stopped, and unfortunately, he was not ever able to fully escape it. this morning, he lazily cycled through thoughts regarding the places he'd called home. his early childhood, with his father and step-mother. never a home, he'd thought, leaving that memory behind as swiftly as it'd presented itself. windhaven, where he'd been dumped at eleven years old. his lips quirked up as he recounted his first memories of cassian and rhysand. the way in which they'd quickly become brothers. rhys' mother taking him in - the cabin where so many memories were made. a home.

he took flight now, shooting directly into the blazing sky. puffs of clouds caressed his arms and wings as he ascended right through them, a tickling sensation that he'd never tire of. now, he thought of you as he inhaled deep breaths of fresh, crisp morning air.

the way you both met. your father owned a bookstore right in the middle of the rainbow in velaris. an older business that was well-known and well-loved within the city. it had been destroyed during hybern's attack, and when it was rebuilt - a task that you'd had to heavily convince your aging father of - you'd added on a bakery to the renovated structure. one half was now a quaint pastry kitchen, designed with small café tables that extended onto the boardwalk overlooking the sidra, swirling gold motifs atop white marble, and glass display cases full of baked goods that you'd hand-make each morning. the other half was reminiscent of your father's original bookstore, and while he was still involved, you'd opted to largely take over the business so that he could rest and enjoy the fruits of his labor from afar. this was the first storefront of its kind in velaris, and everyone was smitten. including feyre and nesta.

feyre was absolutely infatuated with your glazed blueberry scones. on several occasions, you'd arrived at the bakery hours before opening to fulfill large-batch orders of them for various events that she'd ask you to cater throughout the city.

nesta, on the other hand, adored the attached bookstore. several times a week, she'd meander through shelves of first edition texts while feyre and rhysand browsed your daily selection of baked goods. nesta would always purchase stacks of books, as many as she could bare to hold within her arms. sometimes, if the group would opt to hang around for breakfast, you'd catch her flipping through her recent purchase, carefully cradling a scone in her other hand.

feyre had given az the task of picking up another large order from your bakery the day that you both met for the first time. azriel began to recall that day as he flew higher into the skies, his heart swelling at the memory.

"six boxes of glazed blueberry scones," his high lady had told him. "and if she has any fresh lemon squares, please pick one up for rhys. he becomes an insufferable baby whenever i return without anything for him." az had huffed out a laugh in response, nodding once to affirm he'd handle the task presented.

he made his way down the boardwalk to the front of your shop, making a mental note of how nicely the renovations had come along since that awful attack on the city. pushing the door open, a small bell tinkled above the doorway that his tall frame had to slightly crouch through. you'd appeared from the back almost immediately, flour dusted along your nose. you wiped your hands on a small towel, looking up at him to offer this beaming smile. a smile that he remembered, even now, being absolutely winded by. "hi!," you'd greeted happily. "you're here for feyre's order, right?," you'd moved towards a nicely-wrapped stack of six pastry boxes, sliding them along the counter for him to grab.

he briefly remembered reminding himself that he was meant to actually move forward. 'grab the boxes, grab the lemon square, and leave,' he thought to himself, feeling absolutely ridiculous for floundering in the presence of such a warm, pleasant female. he'd nodded towards you, approaching the counter. he'd had to tuck his wings in tight against him to comfortably fit within the spread of café tables. once reaching you, he'd cleared his throat before speaking.

"a lemon square too, please, if you have one," his voice steady despite the way his chest felt. you let out a precious, tinkling laugh. "ah, must be for the high lord. feyre's told me of his outbursts if she forgets to include them in her orders.", you shook your head affectionately, clearly quite fond of his family. he huffed out a quiet laugh, perusing over the rest of the goods within your pastry case as you packaged up rhys' lemon square.

he wasn't sure back then what compelled him to utter his next words, although now, years later, he knew. you were magnetic, and he would have done anything to see that beaming smile again and again and again. which is why he proceeded to point at the pastry case and ask for one of everything else within it.

you'd paused, eyes widening slightly at the request. "also for the high lord?," you'd breathed out, purely stunned. the corners of his lips had quirked upward then, your adorable expression hitting him right in the chest. "no, for me.", he'd stated matter-of-factly. you'd graced him then with one of those face-splitting smiles, dimples sweeping across your cheeks in its wake. he was a goner then, and he knew it.

after carefully packing up the rest of his order - which was now so large, he had no idea how he'd manage to fly back up to the house of wind cradling all of these boxes - you'd slid them across the counter to him.

he'd reached out to grab them, and that's when you took note of his beautiful, scarred hands. your gaze snagged on them, and he noticed immediately. his heart sank, a breath lodged in his throat. surely, he thought, this was the swift and brutal end to something that could have been between the both of you.

instead, you hummed quietly, unabashedly meeting his gaze. your next words came out quietly, almost a whisper - a hint of awe woven into the statement that azriel would absolutely never forget in this lifetime or the next: "you must be very brave."

no, it was then that azriel knew he was a goner. and that was it. he'd vowed at that very moment to do whatever he had to do in order to know you, love you. and you had made it so easy for him to do so.

azriel smiled at the memory, smiled at the fact that while he'd spent his morning reflecting on places that he had lived and called home throughout his lifetime, that you had flooded his mind - guided him back to all thoughts of you.

of course you had. you were his home, after all. a living, breathing representation of love so pure. he'd never once questioned it, he'd never felt something so sure. your love had healed him of so many things, things that you weren't even aware of.

and he knew, that if love were enough, all of his physical scars would be washed away too.

a/n: hi thank u for reading! honestly no idea what this is or where it came from, but i do know that i'm PMSing and writing it almost made me cry lmao. i'm such a sucker. anyway pls let me know if you enjoyed this drabble!

[brewed-pangolin]

I love to cook. It's stupid. I hate it sometimes because I feel like I fall into the stereotypical cliché of women in the kitchen. But I can't help it. I just love to cook.

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And you love to cook for him.

Especially when he comes home looking malnourished and gaunt from yet another lengthy deployment.

You make him his favorite dishes. Bake the most delicious pies. Spoil him with lavish flavors and recipes he's never even heard of as he devours every last morsel you plate in front of him.

And it doesn't take long to see the fruit of your labors slowly beginning to appear.

A soft lining of fat growing just beneath his skin. Accentuating the contours of his musculature as he walks around the halls of your home in nothing but his sweatpants and a ratted t-shirt.

Yet your favorite arrives a few weeks later when you gaze upon him in the soft morning light.

It's faint. Small, compared to the deep the curves and divots of his abdomen and nestled between the defined plateau of Adonis belt.

A soft pillow of fat, showcasing your efforts to plump him while on leave in preparation for his next venture over seas.

You lean over. Slowly. Gently as to not wake him as you caress his flesh with your lips, peppering him with tender kisses as he ever so slowly pulls himself from deep slumber.

"What'ya doin, hen?" Soap asks, voice wrapped in sleep and eyes barely fluttering open.

You hum against him in response at first. Pursing your lips to place a few more sacred kisses across his lower stomach.

"Just admiring my handiwork."

"Aye. Ya do know how t'fatten me up, lass."

You part your lips against him, pulling the faintest growl from his chest as you lightly bite down on his supple flesh.

"What you want for breakfast, Johnny?" You asked, tongue lightly lapping against his skin. "Steak and eggs? Belgian waffles? English breakfast?"

"Hm. Steak and eggs sounds good." He replies with a throaty groan. Hand finding the back of your head as he ruffles your hair with his thick fingers.

"But I got somethin ya might want to try first." He adds with a wicked smirk curling into his lips.

"Yeah. What's that?"

"Got a Lorne sausage callin yer name, bonnie. Maybe try takin that on first before moving to th'main course, yeah?"

Drabbles Masterlist

[lostbookmark]

MDNI 🔞

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Summary: After a failed engagement, you move back home and reconnect with your friends. Maybe, just maybe you can find love with someone you never expected.

Pairing: Neighbor Yoongi x Teacher F. Reader

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Swearing, Cheating (Not Yoongi), Fighting, Protected/Unprotected Sex, Toxic Past Relationship,

Genre: Enemies(?) to Lovers, Neighbors to Lovers, Small Town Romance, They own a farm, Hurt-Comfort, Slight Angst, Romance, 

A/N: A small teaser for my next story that won't come out until WHISPERED VOWS is complete.

“Kookie, let her talk,” Hobi scolded him.

“Y/N!” You look up and see Jungkook waving at you excitedly from under a large Tannie Farms sign. “You're here!” Jungkook comes around to the front of several white tables that stand under a large tent from where the sign dangles and hugs you tightly. Your eyes widened in surprise at the act of affection. You bring your hands up and tentatively pat his pat in return. “Are you back for good? Joon said, "Joon said that you're going to work at his school. Are you going to help us every weekend?”

“Sorry, I just really missed you,” he whispered to you. Guilt. You feel so fucking guilty.

Hobi and Jungkook showed you how to stack all the produce in wooden crates that they were going to sell and how to keep them looking presentable. The more uniformed they were, the more appealing they supposedly were. They chatted away telling you all of their ideas to expand their products at their spot here at the farmers market and in the local stores as you stacked and fixed the wooden crates like they showed you. They told you how they wanted to start selling baked goods using the fruits and eventual nuts that they grew, but none of them could bake that well. Jin was the closest to making something edible, but it just wasn't good enough. 

“I missed you too, Kook. Don't worry, there is plenty of time to catch up. Okay, show me what you want me to do,” you tell him, a fake smile plastered to your face. You link your arms together as you make your way to their spot. 

“You could help with that!” Kook said excitedly. “Your  breads were always so good when you made them in school. OH! Your birthday cakes were amazing. We always looked forward to everyone's birthday because of your cakes.”

“I never got one,” a deep voice soon joined the conversation. Yoongi walked by you carrying a crate of tomatoes.  

His dark hair that you always remembered him having was now a darker blonde. He looked the same, though. He looked good. He was still handsome with an arrogant aura around him that he always had. You were actually surprised that he was carrying something. You figured business and marketing manager meant a cushy office, not manual labor. Someone who would never give up his weekend to help work the crowd on a hot summer's day. You thought it was more suit and tie than flannel and ripped jeans. 

“We were never friends,” you shot back at him. 

Yoongi turned and pinned you down with a glare. You swear you can feel your cheeks heat up, and you don't know if it's from anger or attraction. Your small, very, very small, almost microscopic crush from high school might still linger….maybe. 

“Okay,” Hobi says, clapping his hands, drawing your attention back to him. “Our price list is here on the sheet for your reference. Just entice people to come with that pretty face, and Kook will ring them up.” Yoongi scoffs. You quickly pick up an ear of corn to chuck it at him, but Hobi takes it away from you just as fast. “Listen, I know you two have had your differences in the past, but we are actually adults now. Just be cordial, at least.” 

"Fine,” you say, feeling ashamed that you let Yoongi get to you. 

“Okay,” Yoongi agrees and shrugs nonchalantly. “I have no issues on my end.” 

“Great,” Hobi says happily with a clap of his hands. “Let's get this party started.”

[detectivestucks]

Date Crasher

18+ Content Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Modern AU Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Your toxic ex-husband Kakashi crashes your first date since the divorce and you fall into his baby trapping scheme when you look to use him for a one night stand.

Warnings: NSFW, Baby Trapping, Public sexual acts, Hair Pulling, Fingering, Oral, Unprotected Penetration, Degradation.

Word Count: 3.4k

Anon Ask

Tonight was a big night. After months of wallowing in self pity you’re finally doing it. You’re finally going on a date. You’re not expecting to find love on the first try or anything, you just want to dip your toe in the dating pool. Maybe even splash around a little bit. A hot makeout session and maybe even cuddles would be nice. Nothing serious, just a small ego boost from a nice guy. 

It had been forever since the last time you were on a date. You didn’t know how to dress for one anymore so you just wore your favorite outfit. Was it really girly? Yeah, but it looked cute and you felt confident. Nothing could make you feel more beautiful than your sparkly pink body con dress. The fabric stretched over your hips just right, tapering in to hug your thighs and accentuate your coke bottle figure. 

As you gaze in the mirror you realize this is the prettiest you’ve felt ever since your ex husband cheated on you. You scan yourself up and down as you soak in the figure of a woman you had since forgotten. A tear begins to well in your eye before you blink it away and grab your bag to leave.

You head to the restaurant and wait at the bar for your date to arrive. After your second tequila sunrise you decide to slow down, not wanting to be drunk before your date arrives despite how calming the liquor is to your nerves. You chase the lime wedge around the bottom of your glass with the tiny ink colored straw when you hear a woman clear her throat. You begin to stand as your eyes glance up to meet the hostess.

“Evening miss, your table is read-”

The small woman gasps as a strong hand comes down on your shoulder pushing you back into your seat.

“She won’t be needing that table. Now scram.”

Her tiny frame, after a quick nod, disappeared from view as she slipped through the crowd that mingled around the bar. Hand still pressed on your shoulder, there was suddenly a warm tickle in your ear.

“Now just what do you think you’re doing here?”

“Moving forward”

“Oh no sweetcheeks, you’re not moving anywhere. Did you really think I’d let my wife go outside wearing that slutty get up?”

“I’m not your wife anymore.”

“You’ll always be my wife. When will you realize that. I own you, sweetie?”

You shove his hand off of your shoulder and make to stand up and leave when his other hand grabs you.

“Not so fast, babe. We’re not done here.”

“Yes we are.” You say, ripping your arm out of his grasp. “Now, I need to call my date and reschedule seeing as you’ve officially ruined my mood.”

“Don’t bother. He’s not coming.”

You freeze and turn around. “What did you do?”

A coy smirk grows beneath his mismatched eyes.

“Kakashi, what did you do?”

“I gave that twerp a proper warning outside to stay away from my wife.”

You let out a huff in frustration. “I’m not your wife!”

“YES YOU ARE!” he boomed the words so loud that the restaurant fell silent.

Your eyes flick around the room in embarrassment. “Our nullified marriage license would disagree.” You give one more glance around the bar. “Can we please not have this fight in public?”

“We wouldn’t have to fight at all if you’d just let me come home.”

”You’re not coming home because you cheated Kakashi. You broke our marriage the moment you stuck your pecker inside another woman. Don’t blame me for the fruits of your labor just because they taste bitter.” You grab your purse and start to head towards the door.

“There you go with your high and mighty speech again.”

“Leave me alone Kakashi.”

“No, not till you see reason.”

“You’re the one who needs a reality check.” you say haughtily as you walk away.

Kakashi is hot on your tail as he once more grasps your arm. He pulls you out of the restaurant, dragging you down the street.

“Kakashi let go of me! Let go!” Your arm tries clawing him off of you but he drags you into a vacant alleyway and shoves you against the wall. Your hands are pinned against the rust colored brick on either side of your face. Hot breath fills your ear with that sultry deep voice.

“What were you going to do with that little punk, huh? All slutted out in your favorite pink dress? Were you gonna let him touch you?”

Kakashi rolls his hips into you and you feel that familiar sensation of fear and arousal blended together. 

“Were you gonna give my pretty lips away to some other man?”

He lunges in to kiss you, swirling his tongue around your mouth before biting down on your lower lip. Tears splash down your cheeks during his forced passion. You didn’t want this. You wanted an awkward first date with a nice guy, but instead you’re trapped under your toxic ex husband.

Kakashi lets go of your wrists to grab covetously around your waist, pulling you in and squeezing you against his defined chest. His kiss becomes more desperate while you vainly attempt to push him off of you. 

“You’re never going to find someone else who knows you like I do sweet cheeks. No one else will ever satisfy you the way I do.” 

His lips ghost over your cheek and trail down to your chin. You can’t help the way it steals your breath.

“No Kashi.”

“No baby, you don’t get it. We belong together.” He starts kissing your neck, softly lulling you into a state of compliance. “We still have a future together.”

“Kakashi, please.”

“Please what baby? What does my good girl want?”

You didn’t know what to say. You wanted him to stop and leave you alone but you also wanted him to keep going and touch you the way he used to. What he says is true, no one makes you feel the way he does. No one can make your skin flush the way he can. No one makes your legs shake like he does. 

“Come on baby, what does my sweetcheeks want?”

Your eyes close as you breathe “Kiss me.”

“Gladly”

He restrains your hands above your head with one hand even though you were no longer fighting him and with the other her laces his fingers through your hair just above the nape of your neck. He pulls your head forward till your face is crashing into his, squishing your nose against his in a searing kiss. He rubs his pelvis along your hip as he sucks on your tongue, pulling it from your mouth into his. You moan into him and he knows he’s won back his little wife temporarily. 

“Moanin like a little whore, huh? Is that what you are?” he teases “You daddy’s little whore?”

You look up at him through your lashes hating how much you loved how he degraded you.

“Yeah, you’re daddy’s whore alright which means I get to take these.”

Kakashi’s hand slips from your hair and pulls up the hem of your dress, phishing underneath for your panties. He rubs his fingerpads over the fabric, massaging your clit and making you squirm. Just when his hand works you into a fever, he slips under the elastic band and yanks them down to your knees where they fall to the asphalt in the dark alley, pooling around your shoes. 

“Now she’s dressed like a whore.” he whispers into your ear as he brings his hand up to cradle your heat before dipping his pointer and middle fingers past your folds. A gasp slips from your lips and the cocky smirk on his face makes you twist in frustration. He loves the control he has over your body. He loves how he plays you like a fine tuned instrument. His fingers disappear inside of your gummy interior as he buries them deep within your walls quickly and repeatedly. You moan and squirm in his grasp. The squelching sounds from under your dress become louder with each stroke of his hand.

“Please Kashi, slow down, I’m gonna…” but you were growing too dumb from his hand to continue.

“Gonna what baby?”

“M’gonna…gonna”

“Speak sweetcheeks”

You choke out your next words, “m’gonna cum”

Your eyes cross and a creamy substance surrounds Kakashi’s knuckles. He withdraws his hand and smells his fingers, loving the sweet stench. Lapping up your tangy juices from his knuckles, he licks his lips before feeding you his fingers to finish it off. 

“Looks like someone remembers who she belongs to. Let's get my slut home.”

“No wait!”

Kakashi pockets your underwear before pulling the skirt of your dress above your hips and exposing your entire sex. He then slings you over his shoulder so the whole street would see your bare cunt as Kakashi carried you to his car.

“Kashi, put me down!”

One arm hugging around your kicking legs, with the other he buried his knuckles back into your slit, finger fucking you into silence as he walked.

“Kashi, s’so embarrassing” you whisper between gasps, head dangling upside down while one hand claws at his shirt, the other clutching your purse.

Many sounds of surprise and disgust were heard from onlookers but Kakashi didn’t care. He relished in the power. He enjoys embarrassing you the way you embarrassed him in your meaningless divorce. 

As he carries you into the parking garage a group of drunk men saw you and catcalled. Kakashi asked them if they wanted a taste of your gushing wet pussy and two of them agreed eagerly. 

“Kakashi, no!”

“Quiet slut!” he yells with a harsh smack to your ass. 

You whimper as the stranger’s hands run up the back of your thighs and grip your stinging cheeks before you feel his steamy breath against your labia. He laughs before diving his tongue into your unconsenting cunt. The man moaned from your sweet fluids and began to bury his face in your warmth. 

“Say thank you, Y/N”

“T-thank you, ahh!”

His tongue began scooping out your tangy arousal before his friend became impatient and pushed the man away to get his fill. Both of his hands came down on your ass as he stood behind you and began to suck on your clit. 

“Don’t just moan like an ill-mannered whore. Thank the man.”

“Thank you sir!” you say through clenched teeth.

“Thank you for what?” Kakashi barked

“Thank you for sucking on my pussy!”

You scream and shake before more cream comes dripping out of your entrance. The second stranger gladly slurps it up before Kakashi continues walking you to his car. Your freshly wet sex feels cold against the night air as he makes his way through the garage but your face is hot with embarrassment.

Once you come up to the royal blue Corvette he sets you down, both hands cupping your face to kiss you tenderly before he spins you around and bends you over the hood of his car.

“You love being a little slut. Look how wet you are cause some strangers wanted a snack.” Kakashi slapped your plush behind violently, making you scream.

“But you’re done being their toy. Now it’s my turn.”

He slaps you again, both the sound of the sting and your scream reverberate off the concrete walls. Kakashi hurriedly unbuckles his pants to free his raging cock from its confines. He presses the tip to your folds which part easily for him, welcoming him back to his rightful home.  

A whorish groan spills out of you as the familiar stretch loosens your silky walls. 

“Yeah, that’s right, groan for your daddy.”

You close your eyes and hum, the embarrassment ebbing away slightly as his strokes satisfy an itch that you cannot scratch all on your own. 

“That’s right baby. Remember me? Remember how good I make you feel?”

You try to ignore him as your body reacts in bliss. You didn’t want his words tainting the utter euphoria it is to have him inside of you. 

“No one else can do this to you. Not like I can.”

“Please shutup.” you slur between gasps as he pounds into you with loud wet slaps. 

Your hands had been bracing the hood of his car but your outburst of sass made him steal your wrists and pin them behind your back. With one hand he restrained you, with the other he fisted your hair just like in the alleyway.

“Don’t you dare speak to me that way, little slut.”

He snarls and though you hate him, you loved how rough he was being with you. 

“I’ll speak to you however I want, cheater.”

“You’ll respect your daddy.”

He pistons into you to quiet your retort as your hips collide with the car’s paint over and over. You can’t help the way he causes you to unravel when speared on his dick like a spit. 

“You’re mine sweetcheeks. Always will be.”

He pulls your hair as he leans down to kiss your neck. You let out a grunt of discomfort from the tug and it only reaffirms his control. 

Soon he stands up to his full height again before pumping away inside of you. Your eyes cross as you feel your legs give out from the intensity of the throbbing in your cunt. Each harsh thrust steals your breath away till you babble on his cock and cum comes gushing out. 

“See baby? All mine.”

He takes you and shoves you into his passenger side seat before slamming the door shut.

“Hey! Kakashi, let me out!”

Kakashi rounds his car and gets in the driver’s side.

“What the hell? You have the child lock on? Are you insane?”

He doesn’t respond. He only turns over the engine.

“Just cause we fucked one time doesn’t mean we’re getting back together. I just needed to get my rocks off.”

“Stop being a brat. We’re going home.”

You were livid. He was quite literally abducting you and you had no way of stopping him. You groaned knowing you were at the mercy of his sick mind and were going to have to pay for an Uber to come back and get your car whenever he released you from his dumb games.

“If I hear any more of your sass that pretty pussy’s gonna get it once we’re home.”

You purse your lips together before chewing on the inside of your cheek. This man is out of his mind. He’s delusional. He seriously thinks you’re just gonna go along with all of this?!

He pulls up to the house, opens up the garage and parks inside. You wait not so patiently for him to round the car and open the door for you.

“Fine, I’m home now. You can leave.”

Kakashi’s hand swiftly strikes your face. You cup your cheek in shock.

“Don’t tell me to leave my own home.”

The glare you give him would frighten most but he’s completely indifferent to your rage. 

“I’m not leaving my wife or my home ever again.” he grabs you by the hair and pulls you close to his face. You can smell the hint of mouthwash lingering on his tongue as he speaks. “Do you understand? You’re not moving on from me. Ever.”

The way he snarls at you almost makes you believe he cares. Like he must love you but alas he doesn’t know how to love. He only knows how to fuck and it’s easy to get them confused. 

“Drop the act Kakashi. This was just sex and you know it.”

He spins you around so he is behind you. One of his hands comes up to your neck and the other to your chest where he gives you a good squeeze. 

“This isn’t just about sex and you know it. Now walk.”

The two of you stumble to your once shared bedroom and he throws you down on the mattress. Climbing in, the springs give way under his weight and he positions himself over your body. 

“I’m gonna take good care of my pretty baby. Gonna make sure she’s satisfied like a good husband.”

You roll your eyes in response and he slaps your face once more. You look up at him gobsmacked. “I said to stop behaving like a brat.”

Kakashi pins your arms above your head and lunges in for your lips. His mouth strays from your lips and greedily explores your body, licking and nipping your neck, collarbone, and chest. His hands slide from your wrists up your palms and his fingers slip between yours. Your back arches up, pushing your chest up into his. He grinds up against you, mindlessly relieving his aching member while he happily invites his lips to roam wherever they please. 

You fall back into your old ways, moaning as your skin is tickled by him. Was he a walking red flag? Absolutely, but did he know how to touch you? 

“Yes”

Kakashi groans as he lifts your dress, pulling it off of your figure. You raise your hips and then your shoulders as he drags the fabric up and over your head. Your naked silhouette lay bare beneath him and the drool quite literally falls from the corner of his mouth. 

You feel the warm droplet splash your skin as he unbuttons the front of his pants. Hands brushing up along your sides, sliding under your shoulders, and clutching your back. Muscular physique pressing against your form before he lines up his tip. 

It slowly pushes past your sopping lips before parting your gummy interior, seeking to bully against your cervix and push his precum up into your uterus. Soft little mewls sputter from your mouth, clenching around the girth that has always brought you ecstasy. 

A creamy ring already forms around his base and he can feel the coolness of the bedroom air with each withdrawal as you paint him in an increasingly thick coat of your arousal. The chill is a stark contrast to the warmth of your walls that he plunges back into rhythmically. 

He is never letting you go again, no matter what you say. You will stay by his side. He will ensure it. Thoughts of moving back in and living out the rest of his life with you consume his mind. His pounding triples in enthusiasm and your body is pushed up the bed slowly. 

Your hands move to clutch his chest when he flips you to your belly. One leg is settled between his knees and the other is bent by your waist. The angle’s deep and stroking a spot so sweet you forget about the other woman who broke your marriage. 

The blankets scrunch from your fingers clutching them tight as you brace yourself for his beating. Snapping hips pummeling into your cheeks as you look back at the towering frame behind you.

“Yes sweetie, you can cum. You don’t have to ask.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as your legs quake beneath him. Fluid drips down onto the bed from the pleasure that rips through you leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

Still shaking from the aftershocks, Kakashi grabs a pillow from the head of the bed and stuffs it beneath your hips, then closes your legs between his own. 

He falls to all fours, thrusting up into you with every drop of passion in his body. Your sensitive cunt clumps around him unable to handle how his mushroom head pulls along your silken interior. Your moans echo around the room, body twisting in pleasure. Curses flow from his tongue as he grunts, dropping to his elbows to kiss the back of your neck. 

Little ‘I love you’s’ are whispered into your ear as punctuated thrusts slam into your abdomen. His seed bursts all over your walls coating every centimeter of your insides. Kakashi rolls you on your back, swinging your feet over his shoulders and continues fucking his hot fluids deeper, leaning down and tilting your pelvis up to keep his spend inside. He lets himself grow soft in you as he keeps you pinned beneath him. 

His soft pointed nose nuzzles behind your ear, and you feel his grip on your arms tighten before he says the words,

“I’m coming home for good cause this baby’s gonna need a father and I know you’re ovulating today.”

Masterlist

[gtsdreamer2]

Ever since your dad walked out on your family, you felt like you had a responsibility to your mom and sister to be the man of the house. You worked hard, studied hard, went to college while working a job that helped pay the bills, and it all paid off. You used your degree to dive into the tech industry and become a great inventor. Some of your inventions were taking off, and you were finally starting to see the fruits of your labor. That also meant that you could delegate some of your work to others now, which granted you enough free time to be able to work on pet projects and spoil your girlfriend, Katy. Sometimes, those two things coincided.

After a few tireless weeks of working 'round the clock in secret, you had finally finished your girlfriend's present. She was a retro soul with a 70s aesthetic, so you made her a special lava lamp. It was special because you had engineered some of your new tech into it. Katy had always had a waifish figure since you had known her, which, although you loved her just the same for it, made her very self-conscious both in the bedroom and out in public. The lamp that you had produced just for her was designed to emit special waves of energy to both grow her lacking assets and instill confidence in her, both through temporary mental manipulation and a renewed pride in her physical appearance.

You finally got home with your new toy when you got a ping on your phone to go out for drinks with your boys. 'What the hell, why not? I've been working my ass off. I deserve this.' you thought to yourself, setting the lamp on the kitchen counter before quickly changing and speeding off to the bars. Slamming the door as your left, you woke your sleeping mom, Cindy.

She came downstairs and into the kitchen and spotted the lamp on the counter. "Well this is cool. I haven't seen one of these in years!" She said, picking it up and examining it. "I bet Jake got it for me since my birthday is coming up. He definitely wouldn't have gotten this for himself. I'm so excited to set it up. It'll make a nice night light." Your mom scampered back up the stairs with the lamp and a glass of water in hand. She quickly downed her refreshment and plugged in the lamp, setting it on the dresser on the far side of the room before switching it on.

As it heated up, a warm glow filled the room. "Wow, it's giving off a lot of heat. I probably won't be able to use this in the summer, but its very comforting right now. As the lamp got hotter, so did your mom as she got cozy in bed. She dozed off while staring at the lamp's memorizing lava bubbles.

She couldn't remember her dreams, but they must have been wonderful. Cindy awoke with her panties soaked and wedged tightly against herself. She moaned and stretched, feeling a strange tightness all across her sleepwear. As she tossed and turned, trying to get her clothes to adjust, her nipples brushed the soft fabric of her PJs and elicited another, more sexual moan from her lips. She hadn't felt this turned on in years. It was like a long dormant fire had been lit. Turning on her side, Cindy put her legs around one of the extra pillows on the bed and started to aggressively hump herself to climax, biting her blanket to stifle her whimpers of pleasure all the while. Her sensitive nipples ached to be teased as she bucked. She eagerly obliged them as she snaked a hand under her top. She was so lost in her trance that she almost didn't realize that she was grabbing more breast than she should have had. Cindy was far too lost in pleasure at that moment as she humped and groped her sensitive body until she finally came hard into the pillow that she was abusing.

Sweat-speckled and panting, she finally released the poor pillow, covered with the evidence of your mom's much needed release. 'That was amazing.' She thought to herself, still trying to collect herself as she stood up from the bed. Her clothing still felt wrong on her as she made her way to the full body mirror in the bathroom.

As she looked herself up and down in the mirror, her jaw dropped. Her tits had grown. Her ass had plumped. Her head was slightly outside the frame of the mirror which was never an issue before this moment. "This is a lot." She said to herself, trying to take it all in. "I'm...a lot. I need coffee."

Cindy forced her soaked panties off her and discarded them into her laundry bin. She replaced them with a fresh pair that seemed to strain against the might of her new rear, but they fit, for now. A bra was out of the question, so she threw on a sweater by itself and then a part of leggings that couldn't cover her ankles and made her ass perk even higher. Checking herself out in the mirror again, she felt a wave of confidence as she tossed her sex hair from side to side. "I feel amazing this morning." She whispered before heading downstairs.

You awoke on your friend's couch, your natural body clock telling you that it was time to get up for work. "Shit." You cursed under your breath. You must have gotten too wasted last night. You pulled yourself together and got your things as quick as you could. You checked your phone and realized that you wouldn't have time to go home and would have to go straight to work. You wouldn't be home until late either. Sighing, you forced yourself out of your friend's house and into your car and then off to work.

Your sister came downstairs to find your mom humming to herself while doing the morning chores. She was loading the dishwasher, finishing breakfast, and sipping her coffee. She seemed different. Not just happier and peppier, but less...mom-like. She couldn't put her finger on it. "You're in a good mood this morning." She said. Sitting down to be served. Cindy quickly placed the spread before her.

"I know!" Your mom beamed back at your sister, Destiny, sitting down with her own, overloaded plate of food. "I feel amazing this morning." She dug into her breakfast, far more ravenously than she normally would have. She blamed it on the calories burned from touching herself that morning, conveniently trying to block out the obvious answer, which was that her increased assets caused the calorie deficit. Destiny sat there in disbelief of Cindy as the massive plate of food disappeared. She had no time to gawk as she had to get her things and get to her classes, however. Destiny said her goodbyes and left your mom home alone and to her own devices.

After clearing her plate and helping herself to everything that was leftover, she finally felt satisfied. She continued with her daily chores, cleaning around the house, vacuuming, tidying up the bathroom, normal motherly duties. Around midday, she finally started to feel sluggish and tired and returned to her room for an afternoon nap. That's when she remembered the lamp. "Oops" she said to no one. "I forgot to turn this off. Reaching for the lamp, she felt the warmth kiss her fingers before moving up her arm and then through her chest. Her nipples awoke and grew hard, pressing against her already too tight top. Instead of turning the lamp off, she instead put both her hands on it and lifted it up, holding it close to her chest. The warm feeling that had already started to completely envelop her intensified and she cooed at the feeling filling her body. As her body drank in the heat that was radiating from her new luminant gift, she could feel herself growing. Suddenly her nether regions had started to produce a heat of their own and she was reminded of the fun that she had gotten to have with herself that morning. Cindy then had a devilish idea. She unplugged the lamp from the outlet on the far wall and replugged it into the one by her nightstand. Peeling off her shrinking clothing, she crawled into bed and switched the lamp back on She sat with her back resting up against the headboard and her legs spread open and her feet touching In the center she placed the lamp, mere inches from her hungry snatch. Then as she was basking in the glow, she again began to pleasure herself. Cindy had no need to hold back her cries and moans in an empty house, so as she rubbed her needy clit, she wailed in ecstasy for the first time in countless years. Orgasm after orgasm shook through her as her growing body continued to become more and more sensitive.

"Fuck!" she cried out as another climax and subsequent growth spurt rattled through her. "Why does this feel so good? I just want more and more and more! There's no way this should be happening." Not that she was keeping track of how big she was growing, but she had long left the six foot mark behind. If she had kept her clothing on, it would have started ripping itself apart from her body by now. Groping her giant tits, she couldn't help but smile. "These have grown so huge! So big and sensitive! And my nipples!" She tugged on each of them in turn then, not daring to take a hand away from her needy needy cunt. With each buck of her hips, she could feel her feet sliding further and further towards the edge of the bed and then beyond as her head pressed up against and then crept up the headboard. She could feel her pillowy ass jiggle and bounce against the bed as her leg muscles continued to thicken. After what felt like her twentieth finish, her body was finally satisfied and she passed out, the lamp tipping forward and delicately landing between her lips. As she slept, the energy from the lamp poured into her, forcing her bigger and bigger in her sleep.

Work finally ended and you were heading home. You felt behind the whole day and had hardly a moment to yourself to think. Throwing your keys on the counter, they landed right where the lamp should have been. Immediately you were wide awake, mind racing. 'I forgot all about the lamp, fuck.' You thought frantically. 'There's no way that someone plugged it in right?' You crept down the hall to your sister's room first. Slowing cracking open her door, nothing seemed out of place. You gave a sigh of relief and shut her door.

Next came your mom's room. As you quietly opened her door, your heart immediately sank. She was naked in her bed and at least eight feet tall by now. Both hands gripping the lamp as she rhythmically humped against it in her sleep. You were horrified, but it was also hard to look away. Her body was producing dangerous pheromones, just like the lamp was designed to do. Luckily, you knew this and were conscious of them. As you snuck up to the side of her bed, the pheromones grew stronger. You quickly unplugged the lamp and the room darkened slightly, now only lit from the setting sun outside. You held your breath as you slipped the lamp out of her hands, careful not to wake her. Exiting the room, you finally let out a frustrated sigh and an audible "fuck" as your sister was closing the front door.

"Woah, what's the problem?" She said, immediately noticing that something was off. She set her school stuff down and walked over to you.

"It's mom. She took this" You said gesturing to the lamp in your hands "and now she's like eight feet tall."

"Well that's...something" Your sister says, clearly lost. "What's 'this'" she said pointing to what looked to her like a relic from the 70s.

"'This' is a present for Katy, but I had to run off to work this morning after being out all night. I guess mom took it to bed and plugged it in." You let out another exasperated sigh. "Katy is on her way here right now to come pick this up, but I need to go back to my lab to get what I need to fix mom. Hopefully before she wakes up. Can I trust you to hold onto it while I'm gone and give it to my girlfriend? I don't need mom waking up and using it again. It seems like it can get pretty addicting pretty quickly based on her size. Maybe it works a little too well. I think I'll grab some supplies to recalibrate it for Katy before I let her use it." You were talking to yourself at this point.

"I don't really know what's going on since she seemed pretty normalish this morning, but sure bro!" She said eager to help. "I promise I wont let mom use it while you're gone. You should hurry though, I don't know how long she's been asleep. And if she's eight feet tall, I don't think I'd be able to stop her anyway. You better fix this."

You pushed the lamp into her arms and quickly left for your lab, leaving your sister alone with your sleeping colossus of a mother. Setting the lamp on the counter, your sister crept over to your mom's room and cracked the door open. "Holy shit," she whispered, "she's huge!" Silently closing the door, Destiny quickly scooped the lamp up and brought it to her room, where she promptly undressed and plugged it into her nightstand. Sitting on her bed, she held the lamp between her petite breasts as it began to produce heat. "Come on, come on. I don't have much time before Katy gets here. I wanna grow, too. Make me bigger!"

[808airsoftbros]

A Day With Huh Yunjin (Huh Yunjin)

Author: This is a requested oneshot from my other book in Wattpad. Lastly if you want to check out more oneshots do go to my Masterlist and I hope you enjoy it :)

Y/N's POV

Waking up to a beautiful sunrise, I looked over at my bed to see the missing presence of my gorgeous girlfriend which made me wonder where she could've gone.

Suddenly, I smelled a delicious aroma of food coming downstairs from the kitchen, I got up from my king-sized bed and walked down the stairs to see Yunjin-Noona cooking breakfast.

Quietly as she was occupied with cooking pancakes, I snuck a backhug making her jump a little before becoming a giggling mess.

"You almost gave me a heart attack baby," She said and I chuckled.

"Well I can't help it Noona, you are just so beautiful," I replied as I kept hugging her.

"Okay birthday boy, can you please get yourself cleaned?" She kindly asked and I nodded.

Letting go of Yunjin, I ran upstairs to shower and brush my teeth, I went back downstairs to see that Yunjin was finished cooking breakfast.

She placed the food on the table, I wasted no time digging in as Yunjin did the same enjoying her fruits of labor.

"Do you have anything particular you want to do for your birthday?" She asked.

"Uhm, not really, I just want to be with you," I answered and she smiled.

"Always cute aren't you~? But are you sure you want to stay home?" She asked and I shrugged.

"Unless you have something planned then I'll be more than happy to go with it," I replied and she nodded.

"Is the mall cool with you?" She proposed and I agreed.

As soon as we finish eating breakfast, Yunjin takes the dishes and cleans them up, we get dressed, and go into the garage into her car.

The drive was about ten minutes long until we reached the shopping center, she parked in an open stall and we got out.

Making our way into the shopping plaza, there were so many stores to browse and shop, but I followed Yunjin wherever she went, which is the Lego store.

"I thought you never liked being here," I mentioned.

"Which one do you want? The UCS Venator?" She asked and my eyes widened.

"W-What?" I stuttered and she giggled.

"You heard me right? Which set do you want?" She asked and I gulped.

Pointing at the UCS Venator she nods, she takes the huge ass set from the shelf and places it on the cashier's counter after waiting in line for a bit.

"Is this all for today?" He asked as he rang it up.

"Yes please," She answered.

"Alright that will be $619," He said and she paid with her card.

Putting the set into a giant bag, he handed over the receipt to her and wished us a good day, and we thanked him before we left the store.

Left totally in shock that Yunjin-Noona actually paid for a $600 Lego set that I've been saving up for months now, she pecks me on the cheek.

"You lucky that I love you so much," She mentioned.

"B-But you didn't have to, Noona..." I mumbled and she giggled.

"It's your birthday baby and I've been so busy with my Idol life so it's the least I can do for you," She assured and I sighed.

Continuing shopping and browsing the numerous stores, she kept on spoiling me with expensive gifts and shit which I'm not complaining but damn this is too much.

However, she takes me into a Victoria's Secret making me blush as there were so many pairs of underwear and lingerie on display.

"Are you okay?" She checks.

"N-Noona, did you really have to bring me here?" I nervously asked.

"Oh, cutie, I just needed your opinion," She answered and I gulped.

Choosing some pairs of lingerie, panties, and bras, she took my hand and dragged me into the dressing room and I waited outside the stall.

"What do you think of this?" She asked wearing sexy black lingerie.

"Oh my God... It looks so good," I complimented and she smirked.

"Okay then," She noted and went back inside to change.

Patiently waiting for her to change, she comes out five minutes later with a different pair of panties and bras nearly exposing her clit and breasts.

"How about this?" She asked and she began posing.

Thankfully, I was able to control my hormones, I gave my critique to her and she noted them before going back into the changing stall making me sigh in relief.

Knowing her antics, I figured that she had something special planned for me tonight and she knows that lingerie and revealing panties drive me nuts.

After changing back into her outfit, she paid for the lingerie along with the panties and bras and we continued browsing the various stores.

"Are you hungry?" She asked and my stomach growled.

"I take that as a yes," She pointed out and I embarrassingly nodded.

Walking to the food court on the other side of the mall, we went to a ramen shop ordered ramen bowls for lunch, and paid for the bill.

"How is it?" She asked.

"It's delicious, thank you for the meal, Noona," I thanked her and she smiled.

"Anything for my precious birthday boy~," She replied before patting my head.

Enjoying the ramen bowls, we finished shopping around the mall, placed our stuff into the backseat of her car, and drove back home.

Later on, she informed me that her members were coming over for my birthday party making me excited.

Around late afternoon, I was working on the UCS Lego Venator set when I heard the doorbell ring I looked at the camera to see it was her bandmates so I went downstairs to the door and opened it to let them inside.

"Hello, Noonas!" I greeted.

"Happy birthday, cutie!" Chaewon greeted and hugged me.

"Yah, back off Unnie~!" Yunjin said as she gently pushed her off of me.

"Aww~. What's the matter Yunjin, afraid I'm going to steal your baby~?" She teased and Yunjin hugged me tightly.

"No one touches my baby except for me~!" She said before pouting making the girls laugh their ass off.

Afterward, we set up the party, Zuha-Noona placed the cake onto the table along with delicious food that they cooked earlier along with fruit punch and drinks.

"Shall we get started?" Chaewon-Noona asked and the girls cheered.

Throughout the whole night, the girls sang karaoke covers of their own songs and other group's songs. Eventually, Yunjin-Noona and Manchae forced me to sing even though I didn't want to but I did it anyway just for the hell of it.

"Wow, you did so well, baby, maybe you should debut with us!" Yunjin-Noona complimented.

"N-No, Noona, I could never!" I argued and they giggled.

"Well, you never know until you try!" Manchae encouraged.

After singing our last song, we went to the kitchen dining table, ate the food, and moved on to cutting the cake after they all sang Happy Birthday to me.

"Did you make a wish baby?" Yunjin-Noona asked and I nodded.

"I wish to spend the whole day with Noona!" I answered.

"Aww~ He really is a cutie~!" Kazuha cooed and I blushed.

Opening the first present from Kazuha, was a brand new pair of AirPods Pro! Jeez, they really spend this much money on me?! But I'm still grateful.

Moving on to Chaewon's present, I took the contents out of the gift bag and it was a Lego BTS set and a letter wishing me happy birthday signed by all the girls.

The rest of the girl's gifts were also expensive as shit consisting of gift cards and even their own merchandise like lightsticks and albums.

"T-Thank you girls so much, I don't know how to repay you all!" I thanked them and they smiled.

"It's nothing Y/N, we're all happy to have you with us," Chaewon replied.

When it was starting to get late and the girls had to return to their schedule tomorrow morning consisting of errands and dance practices, they all went back to their dorm.

I was up in the bathroom brushing my teeth, and changing into my pajamas, I went into the bedroom and my jaw dropped as I saw my girlfriend in lingerie.

"Hello, baby~," She said with a devious smirk.

"W-What is the meaning of this?" I nervously asked and she grabbed me by the collar before pinning me onto the bed.

"Your final birthday present~," She whispered into my ears before attacking my neck.

[cottoncandy-cult]

Babysitting

I used a wheel to determine which guys I'd write for~

Intro:

"So…Why do you have a stranger's kid?…" (Y/n)'s lover stared blankly at her; a singular eyebrow quirked as he watched how she cradled a sleeping child to her chest. "One of my friends amongst the seamstresses is having to babysit her nephew because her sister is ill, since I've already finished all my commissions I offered to watch him for her." She giggled, gently brushing her fingers over the child's chubby cheeks. Her lover seemed skeptical about toting a kid around the castle, but because of how much fun she seemed to be having he had been willing to just let it happen.

Shingen

The large male chuckled from where he sat next to (Y/n), sipping his tea as he watched his lover settle the baby in her lap so that he was sitting up with his back against her torso. She was currently entertaining the baby with a puppet his aunt had brought from home for him, she was so focused on the giggling baby that she hadn't noticed Shingen's loving stare. At first, he wasn't sure about having an infant in the castle, but (Y/n) had handled every moment like a champ. Even the infant's cries hadn't been enough to frazzle her, instead she went about soothing him with a smile. The scene was enough to make him think, he had been with (Y/n) for some time now and since they were officially married the next logical step was a family. It wasn't something he had put much thought into previously, but seeing his wife playing with and taking care of this baby was enough to have him confronting himself over his own thoughts and feelings of the future. Shingen didn't come out of these thoughts until (Y/n) moved to sit beside him, the little baby giggling happily as its tiny hand grabbed hold of his sleeve. With a warm smile and large gentle hands, Shingen lifted the baby up to his level. "Not even 3 years old and you're a lady killer, what are you parents gonna do with you?" The baby giggled loudly as Shingen gently bounced him up and down, (Y/n) taking the moment of freedom to snag a skewer of mochi and begin digging into her own snack. "He really is adorable; his parents must have amazing genetics." (Y/n) giggled, watching her husband play with the baby boy was she ate her snack. She couldn't help but focus on her lover's grinning face, she took a good hard look at his features as she did her best to imagine him as a baby. She'd be lying if she claimed to have never thought about having a family with him, many early mornings were spent getting ready together and wondering how things would change when they had a child of their own. She couldn't help but gaze at the love of her life, wondering what he had looked like as a baby. Given how big Shingen was, she was confident he was the chubbiest of babies. A thought that made her cheeks flush as she smiled, the thought of having a chubby baby just made her happy.

Of course, Shingen had similar thoughts, especially when they walked through the Castel town and the children would recognize his goddess. The way they get so excited, wanting nothing more than to play and talk with the woman he loved. Sometimes he found himself daydreaming, wondering when the day would come that he'd be looking up from his desk to find his dear wife nurse the fruit of their labors. He's already worked out a few designs for some baby furniture, wanting to make it himself so he knew it was made right. He and his wife had discussed the baby furniture of the future before, the things she described gave him a lot of inspiration. "He's quite small, I was almost afraid to hold him at first." Shingen chuckled, resting the little boy on his leg and gently bouncing him. The large man couldn't help but chuckle as the little boy squealed happily, tiny hands gripping Shingen's sleeves as he bounced comfortably. "i know, it's been so long since I last babysat. When I first saw him, I was almost surprised he wasn't smaller, I forget sometimes they aren't as small as dolls." She giggled, reaching over to gently brush her hand against the thin layer of hair on the little boy's head affectionately. "Perhaps it's my height, but all babies seem absolutely tiny to me." Shingen chuckled, watching her give the boy some affection as she ate. "Probably, you are bigger than most other grown men so I can only imagine how little he must look to you." She giggled, putting down her skewer as she moved closer to Shingen and leaned into his side. She wrapped her arms around one of his, her head resting on his shoulder as she closed her eyes with a soft smile. Shingen could only chuckle, the little boy leaning back against his chest as he seemed to finally tucker himself out. "Now that's a good idea…" Shingen's low voice rumbled in his chest as he spoke softly, gently shifting the little boy to rest in his arm. "Since you finished your snack, why not come here and join me for a nap. The weather is wonderful." Shingen opened his arm, leaning back against the wall as his dear wife smiled at him and shook her head in mock-shame. "I suppose a nap won't hurt." She moved closer to him, slipping under his arm now and snuggled into him as she rested her head on his chest. Shingen had the boy cradled on his lap, leaning against his torso comfortably. It didn't take long for (Y/n) to sleep, Shingen had stayed awake a bit longer though. He wanted to enjoy the sight of holding his lover like this, looking down on the boy and that was how he KNEW it was about damn time he spoke to his wife about starting their family.

Kanetsugu

Kanetsugu stood speaking before a crowd of other vassals, it was a pretty standard meeting so why were these men staring at the man of the house? Because sat on his hip as he spoke was a 3-year-old girl, she was awake but quite content with the gentle bouncing and the sound of Kanetsugu's voice. His wife had to run into town to buy some stuff, so he had offered to watch the little girl since he had nothing to do after this meeting was over with. The little girl had been absolutely smitten with Kanetsugu, lighting up every time she saw him in a way similar to how his wife seemed to brighten whenever he'd come home at the end of the day. It made Kanetsugu chuckle whenever he saw it, this little girl reminded him of both his wife and his younger siblings. He took great part in raising his siblings, he remembered when they were all little like this and those memories were quite dear to him. At the end of the meeting Kanetsugu made his way to the kitchen, paying no mind to the odd stares he got and the whispers that followed him down the hall. He wanted to get the little girl a snack, so he planned to fix her some peaches since they were soft and easy to eat. On his way there he noticed his lover on her way down the hall. She was coming from the direction of their room, meaning she had dropped off her shopping. The young woman's face lit up; he couldn't help but give a slight smile at how she rushed up to him with her own wide grin. "I take it the meeting is over? Thanks for watching her while I ran into town." (y/n) smiled, reaching out to playfully poke the little girl's side and listen to her giggle. They exchanged the little girl, who had smuggled into (Y/n)'s chest. No doubt the woman was a bit more comfortable to lay on, for obvious reasons. "I was on my way to the kitchen to get her a snack, so it's perfect timing on your part. It'll be easier than cutting a peach one handed." He gently took her hand, since getting married, he had begun doing this any time they were together. She was his wife, something he was proud of and more than willing to display. "Food sounds good, lunch should be coming round soon. So hopefully she'll be done eating before then and we can eat without too much trouble." (Y/n) smiled up at Kanetsugu, the little girl resting on her arm and curled against her chest. She was sucking on her thumb, content with the steady sway of the woman's walk cycle.

"Maybe if we're lucky we can put her down for a nap after her snack, she hasn't had one today yet so it's about that time anyways." Kanetsugu lead his lover to the kitchen, his free hand running through his own hair as he found his gaze wandering away from the sky as he took in the sight of his lover with her friend's baby. It was such a domestic sight, something that made an odd feeling stir in him. He had never actually thought about it in depth, he knew he wanted a family, but he had never put a whole lot of thought into it. But confronted with the glimpse before him, it was like something was stirring awake. He no longer just wanted a family with her, he needed one. The thought of having evidence of their love made his heart speed up, a sort of primal shift growing inside of him at the thought of her having his child. It wasn't just animalistic desire though; his protective instinct was starting to twitch awake. To have a family with his wife, that would truly be his peace. It was like a new goal came into focus; one he couldn't wait to discuss with her later once the little girl had gone home with her mother for the night. So, for now he had to settle for gently squeezing her hand, giving her a fond gaze as he watched her talk about her experience at the market. When her gaze suddenly caught his, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. Leaving her flustered as he released her hand and stepped through the threshold and into the kitchen. She stood at the doorway, watching him with curiosity as she failed to fight the love-struck smile that crossed her face when watching the man, she loved prepare food for the little girl in their care.

Motonari

Motonari watched his wife with a grumpy pout, on her lap was a 4-year-old that had proven to be the bane of this man's existence. This little boy would not accept anyone but her, and God forbid Motonari be allowed to hug or touch his wife. The boy didn't throw a hissy fit, oh no, worse yet the little boy would hold his palm out to Motonari with a firm but docile "No." With the most expressionless stare Motonari has seen in his life, he hadn't been able to so much as hug his wife with this little boy around. The kid refused to be held by anyone else, he was always giving Motonari such a blank faced stare and it never failed to make the man laugh out of mild frustration. The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous he felt. He was competing with a kid for his wife, and it wasn't even his kid. At the end of the day, this kid goes home with someone else, so there is NO competition. Each time Motonari reminded himself of this, rolling his eyes at the jealous side that was near desperate to hold her hand. Though there was some odd part of him that was satisfied with watching his wife interact with this little boy, even when he was fussy, she was calm as can be when handling him. Plus, there was the pride he took in having a wife so loved by so many people, she was the prize jewel out of all his treasures. Currently the two were waiting for the little boy's aunt, (Y/n)'s friend, to come and pick up the little boy for the night. The sun was an hour or two from setting, and he was doing his best to be patient as he had a staring contest with the little boy. At least until the child reached out to him, making a grabby motion that had (Y/n) lighting up. "Aw, he wants you to hold him!" She was excited, moving closer to Motonari, who for just a moment was panicking, he did not have a plan for this particular option. So he had let his wife lead him into holding the little boy on his lap, the boy sat with his back to Motonari's chest. His little head was leaned back on Motonari's collarbone, he still had one hand holding onto (Y/n)'s finger so she had to sit against Motonari's side. Seizing his chance, he slid his free arm around her waist as his other was draped over the boy's stomach to keep him steady.

"I guess you respecting his boundaries earned his trust, that's so sweet." She smiled brightly, nuzzling Motonari's shoulder in a way that never ceased to make him melt inside. This was a situation he had never imagined in his life, the male having never actually thought about having kids of his own. Sure, he knew kids existed, but he never thought about HIS kids existing. This whole situation felt so surreal, looking down at his lover and this child no longer felt real. All of a sudden it felt dreamlike, as if he was discovering something for the first time. A wide array of emotions overwhelmed him, from a strange anxiety to what could only be described as an intense contentment. He had come a long way from the person he was when he and his wife first met, but even still to have such a large discovery out of nowhere was almost startling. He hadn't felt like this since he first realized he truly loved his wife; it was a feeling that could be described with the word emotion. It was so much at once, and yet he felt calm in an odd way. His face was flaming, silently staring at his lover as he processed everything. Of course she had noticed his stare, she had trying speaking to him, but he never responded and now she was simply flustered by the look he was giving her. It was almost innocent, the flustered look mixed with confusion and surprise. Leaning forward she placed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose, suddenly bursting the bubble he had previously been absorbed in. It took every ounce of self-control in him not to jump, he had already embarrassed himself enough today. The hand that had been around her waist came up, pulling her close and tucking her head into the crook of his neck as he tried to hide his flustered state. These new realizations had him feeling energized in an odd way, he simply had to have her close right now. He knew the look on his face was probably quite out of character for him, and he was embarrassed to admit how little control he actually had over his current behavior. He wanted to hide his emotional state, and what better way to do that then basking in the affection and the touch of his wife that he had wanted all day. Once the boy was returned, he planned to spend the rest of the day and night with his wife in their room. He wanted only her presence, only her voice and scent. Only her.

Masamune

(Y/n) currently sat at a banquet between her boss Nobunaga and her lover Masamune, across from her was Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi. Meanwhile in her lap was a 1-one-year old little girl, the niece of a friend that was taking care of her sister until the woman's husband got home from work. Because of that (Y/n) had brought the baby to the banquet, it was fairly late, and the baby was full from where (Y/n) had taken the baby home long enough to eat and give the mom a chance to see her. The little girl had been quite content after eating, and so now she was happily babbling away at Keiji while Masamune fed his wife a bit of rice. "I shouldn't be surprised you volunteered for such a task; you always do manage to find the most amusing situations." Mitsuhide chuckled from across the woman, drinking some sake and letting a servant refill it. "She was a little fussy at first, but once she got comfortable with us it got a bit easier. Her aunt should be back to get her soon. She's just waiting for the woman's husband to come home to take care of his wife." Masamune chuckled, sitting close to his lover's side as he'd raise bites for her to take and fed her her meal before he had even touched his. He had spent most the day doing paperwork, which left (Y/n) to bear the brunt of the child's care. He wanted to give her a small break and help out now that he wasn't busy, plus he had been wanting to give her some love all day. She was just too cute, playing with and fawning over the baby girl currently in her arms. Looking at the little girl he could admit she was cute, but he just knew their baby would be even cuter. If he had a little girl that looked just like his wife, he'd be over the moon. In truth he wanted a larger family, something he and his lover had discussed many times. They want quite a few children; they hadn't really been trying for kids as of late but also hadn't been avoiding it either. But today made him feel it was time, seeing the way she cared for the little girl, even when she screamed and cried, had reaffirmed in him that they could do this, and it was about time to take the first steps officially.

Once his wife had finished her food he had set the chopsticks down, using one hand to hold one of her own as the other brought his cup of tea up to his lips so he could take a sip. "It seems so natural; I was worried you'd struggle with her when I first saw you in the halls this morning. But you seem to have everything under control." Hideyoshi smiled, taking a bite of some roasted vegetables while observing the baby girl in his friend's lap. Despite all the noise she almost seemed ready to fall asleep, the group laughing at how her tiny head bobbed before she finally gave up and completely rested across the woman's lap as her haori functioned as a makeshift cover. "I won't lie it was hard to be calm sometimes, but I eventually found a good rhythm for cycling through what she wanted or needed until I could find what I needed. Then it just kinda got easier to tell what she was wanting, plus after visiting her mom to drink her fill she's been quite content and a lot less fussy." (Y/n) giggled, gently rubbing the baby's stomach with her free hand. She watched the baby sleep with a fond gaze, her mind wandering to places that her observant friends could easily predict. For Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, and Hideyoshi; it was the same look Masamune got any time they noticed him watching her interact with the little girl. Oh yes, they knew it was only a matter of time before they had children running about the castle whenever the pair would come to visit from Aoba. "Well, at least you'll have practice for when you and Lord Masamune have a child. It'll be quite the sight to see." Mitsunari spoke openly with a fond smile on his face, and as flustered as it made her, (Y/n) couldn't fight the smile she felt forming on her face. She'd be lying if she said taking care of the little girl made her wonder how things would be when they DID have their own child, she'd love to have a little boy that looked just like her husband. Though she had known for a while she wants more than one child, as aware as she is of what childbirth is like in this era she wouldn't miss the chance to have the family she desires with the man she loves. "You guys will be the first we tell when I fall pregnant, I promise Mitsunari." She giggled some, at least until she felt Masamune's arm wrap around her waist. "It'll be more than that, we'll be staying here during your pregnancy that way I can be sure of your safety. Plus, Ieyasu will be a boon to have on standby." The blonde let out an indignant snort but said nothing back. The fussy blonde being surprisingly quiet about Masamune's desire to have him care for Hime in such a state, and none of the other warlords seemed bothered at the idea of a pregnant woman waddling around the castle. Something that both embarrassed (Y/n) and made her feel overjoyed, as she knew she had everyone's support when it came time for this new step in her life.

Kenshin

Everyone stared intently at the trio during a war council, sitting in his usual place was Kenshin. And as per usual, he was the one making a scene. In his lap sat his wife, odd but not entirely unexpected. And then on her lap was a little boy, a 4-year-old she had volunteered to watch during the day for her friend who was caring for an ill family member. The group had been stuck at the hip since the little boy's arrival, though at first Kenshin had been a little jealous and that had been why he was being more openly affectionate than usual. But it was less than 2 hours before his reasoning shifted, some part of him deeply enjoyed watching his wife happily interact with the child. He had thought about having a family with her for many years, even before they had married. Though he had yet to put his desires into words, he didn't want to pressure her and had originally decided he'd just wait for her to approach him when she was ready. But now, while Kanetsugu went over his report for his recent observation mission, Kenshin wanted nothing more than a way to bring up his desires without pressuring his love. Starting a family was a big deal after all, he didn't want her to force herself into something she isn't ready for just to try and please him. Kenshin was staring off into the distance, his chin resting on the top of his lover's head while the little boy in her lap played with a stuffed animal. His vassals watched, absolutely astonished. Even Shingen was quite intrigued with his friend's behavior, meanwhile Kanetsugu could feel his eye twitching as he figured out long ago his Lord was barely listening, and they'd probably have to talk about this again later. Of course (Y/n) wasn't dumb, she could tell what everyone was thinking, and she did kind of feel bad for Kanetsugu. Before Kanetsugu left for his mission Kenshin had the Fearsome God of war, when he returned however he was Kenshin Lord of the bunnies. Sure, he still went to war, but he had changed in many ways. Kanetsugu could recognize the good, but he often found himself surprised at how (Y/n) brought out a childlike behavior in Kenshin.

Sometimes it made Kanetsugu want to laugh, but when his Lord is just blank face no thought staring at him in the middle of a war council, he wanted to throw something. Not that he actually would. He tried to soothe himself by observing his Lord's situation while he spoke, knowing that at least Shingen, Yukimura and Sasuke were listening. From the outside, you'd almost think they were a family. A thought that did calm the white-haired male's irritation, his Lord seemed so content. Kenshin was always quite happy when he had (Y/n) in his lap, but the addition of the child seemed to bring something out of the male. Kanetsugu didn't miss how his lord had gently pulled his wife closer, the blonde man's hand occasionally coming up to pet the little boy on the head absent mindedly. It only further reassured Kanetsugu's expectation that this is likely going to be the future, he wasn't quite sure how he was gonna handle this, but he was sure it was going to involve late night drinks with a recap of the war council. By the time Kanetsugu had come to this conclusion he had finished his explanation of the survey he had been sent on, and as he stepped back to return to his previous seat Kenshin seemed to realize that everything was over. On the outside Kenshin seemed somewhat normal, but Kanetsugu could see the slight surprise in his lord's features upon realizing he had missed the entire council. "I see, I do have a few questions, but we can discuss those later. Is there anything else that needs to be discussed?" Kenshin gazed around the room, wanting to make sure there wasn't anything left to discuss before he dismissed the meeting. When it was concluded that there was nothing else to talk about, Kenshin released everyone to go back to their daily duties. "It's almost time for lunch Kenshin, did you want to go out to eat? The weather has been nice the past few days." (Y/n) smiled, leaning back so that she rested against his chest. Her head leaned back against his shoulder, and she pressed a kiss to his cheek with a warm smile. After the door had been closed and everyone left, she let the little boy up so that he could explore the room a bit. Where the two adults sat, they could see every corner of the room and could easily monitor him. "Sure, we can make a date of it. The little one won't notice, and we can stop by a tea house for dessert after if you want." Though Kenshin didn't really like sweets, he still enjoyed the tea house atmosphere while he watched her enjoy her desserts. "You know me too well." She giggled, pressing another kiss to his cheek as they spent a few quiet moments in each other's arms. Watching over the little boy in front of them, both having only the thought of discussing family with each other at the end of the night.

[eternal-love]

AUSTIN AND ME

“For the last time.”

“Wife to the ‘king’. Icon to the world. Destined for more.”

Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthia’s life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what could’ve been— the perfect marriage.

Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.

I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, it’s just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts.

English isn’t my first language so I’m trying my best!

This one is for my girl @lovemyselfyay hope u like it girl!

The months following my birthday were hectic, with my advanced pregnancy, I was alone once again on my last trimester as Austin was away filming two movies, Dune Part Two and The Bikeriders. I found myself alone but I wasn’t lonely, because I had Lori with me.

Our lives has changed since ELVIS came out, he was an actor on the rise, finally getting the fruits of what he had been working on for a decade. I was an actress but he was more popular than me. I hadn’t worked since 2019, three years. And with a baby, I doubted I would go back any sooner.

By the time he was back home, it was November. And I didn’t expect to go into labor— at home.

I had never been so scared before. We had talked about possibilities of me having a birth at home but I was terribly scared. Even though I had a midwife, a doctor and Austin. It wasn’t an easy birth. I called the midwife a bitch, I think I even gave her another check with the subject ‘sorry for cursing at you, miss’

And after hours of labor, the baby was finally born. I was scared, emotional, in pain, sweaty, and the first thing they did was hand my child to Austin. I glared at the doctor.

“It’s a boy! Look, baby, a boy. Oh, and he has my face!” Austin was enthusiastic, maybe even more than he was when Lori was born.

Once I saw my boy, I held him close to me, the bundle in the blanket, oh, yes, he looked exactly like Austin. Nine months carrying him just so that he ends up looking like his idiot of a father.

But I loved my boy, his light blond hair, his blue eyes. His father’s copy. The same beautiful nose. I chuckled as I held him close. I felt happy.

I received a ton of congratulations from good friends, as well as many visits by Austin’s celebrity friends. I wasn’t in the mood to receive that many people but I tried to tell myself that they did it with their best intentions at heart.

Lori was a bit jealous, she had been crying nonstop at nights, Austin had to hold her and tell her:

“Mommy isn’t replacing you, she’s just taking care of your little brother. Don’t you love him?”

And she would cry louder, she still thought we would forget about her. So every morning, I tried to be the one waking her up. Even though I was sleepless thanks to Sean. I would color with her instead of sleeping once Julian was asleep, or take time to try and bake with her.

Christmas was a few weeks away and we were going to spend it at his grandparents home. They wanted to see Lori and Sean. Wanted to make them experience the Christmas Austin experiences as a kid.

So, we went Christmas shopping. I was one month postpartum but I felt hay I had to look god to be by his side. Because he looked amazing, so I went all out. And Thank God I did. Because some people took photos of us.

But I was more focused on getting everything on Lori’s letter than my facial expressions.

“I swear to God. I have never seen so much pink in my car.” Austin complained as he placed some bags on the backseat. The back of his seat was filled with stickers, Lori’s work. “And they don’t come off.”

“You can thank Lori for that.” I said as I sipped my drink. Getting into the passenger seat.

“You’ll wrap all the gifts, right?” He asked me once he got inside the car. I glared at him. I was taking care of a newborn and a four year old. “Got it. So princess wrapping, right?”

I chuckled and nodded. I was happy that this time I wouldn’t have to cook, or do much.

“We shouldn’t spoil her so much.” Austin said as he drove. “I mean, we got her too many presents this year.”

I didn’t answer, as a child, I was used to getting so many presents. My entire living room would be filled to the brim with presents for my sisters and I.

“Not sure in the right person you want to tell that.” I said, looking out the window. He scoffed.

I had my hair done up all 60’s beauty queen style, I had made the effort and as always, he started sticking his fingers onto my teased hair.

“Stop it.” I tried to slap his hand. Laughing.

“Stop it.” He mimicked my voice as he kept sticking his fingers into my bouffant.

The car then stayed silent after he stop, at a red light, he spoke.

“Callum called me to congratulate me. He said that— he was happy for us. He’ll make sure to make time to visit.” Austin said awkwardly, gripping the steering wheel.

Your friend and wife’s side lad con you on the birth of your child wasn’t something any man wanted.

“Really? He could’ve texted me.” I said, but I regretted immediately.

Yes, tell your husband that you wished your ex-lover would have texted you! Great thinking, Cynthia!

“So, does your grandma like Cinnamon Rolls?” I tried to change the topic to my baking.

“She does. She does.” He nodded, his face now serious.

“It’s over between Callum and I. You don’t have to worry anymore.” I said, looking down on my lap.

“That’s good.” He nodded, his hand rubbing his chin and then clenching his jaw.

Then everything went quiet, only the music he had on played in the background. I was now regretting saying anything at all. Again, someone should’ve slapped my mouth as a child.

The Christmas Day I was all day running around like a chicken without its head. Getting the things ready, my desserts, the kids. I had to bathe the kids, had to dress Lori, dress Sean.

In the end, I did myself. I kept my bouffant, did my makeup, keeping it light. I couldn’t go all out, it was in his grandparents house. And I wore a pink plaid dress, white flats. He wore his usual clothes, a white tshirt, a leather jacket, straight denim jeans and his black cowboy boots.

Once we arrived, he took charge of getting everything inside while I took the kids inside. Lori was so excited while Sean was asleep in my arms.

“Oh, my dearest loves!” Austin’s grandma opened the door, Lori rushing towards her and pulling her in for a hug. “I missed you too, sweetheart. I want to see your brother too!”

The white-haired woman looked at the bundle in my arms. The tiny boy in the blanket moving his head a little, his mouth open.

“Look at you, you’re shining!” Grandma said, making space for us to come in.

We settled down and his grandpa came to greet us, he had been busy with the turkey and the rest of dinner.

They were very loving towards the kids, never I can I complain about them. They did what they could and they loved my kids to the bone.

After helping us unwind, I sat on the old couch, smiling down at Sean.

“You look stunning, dear. Are you sure you just had the baby?” Grandma asked me, smiling at my boy.

“I’ve been holding up lately. Austin got me a cook and a maid.” I smiled.

I had to admit, Austin stepped up this pregnancy because he knew he would be away filming.

“You did good, sweetie.” Grandma patted his leg, Austin smiled with his lips closwd.

“But seriously, Cynthia, you look stunning.” Grandpa complimented me, the old man pushing his glasses up his nose bridge, as Lori sat on his lap.

“Thank you.” I smiled at the man. I enjoyed getting compliments, even more now that I just given birth, my hormones made me believe I was the ugliest girl alive.

“He looks just like Austin. I remember when we first saw him. He was this tiny red thing, he looked like a shrimp!” Grandma joked, laughing.

“I’ve seen pictures. He was so red!” I laughed. For whatever Austin’s faults were, he was a cute kid once.

“I was flushed, alright? Enough laughing.” Austin pouted. He took Sean from my arms, Sean looked very small on his hands.

We were staying the night of Christmas Eve, so after I was finally able to tuck Lori in bed after promising that if she fell asleep, Santa would come to put her presents under the tree. Lori had her own room at Austin’s grandparents house, since she was the only great-grandchild that ever stayed here.

Austin and I had our Sean into his portable crib, as we were in his childhood bedroom, in bed, he was all over me, his lips on mine as his tongue made his way into my mouth.

“So sweet…” he muttered on my lips.

The last thing I wanted was to have sex, but could I ever say no to Austin’s lip? No, I couldn’t refuse him.

“So pretty and all for me now…” He muttered again, chuckling and his thumb caressed by stomach.

I had been self conscious lately. I was trying to get rid of the baby weight, but Austin seemed to like it. He never commented on it. I remembered the time I was pregnant with Lori, starving myself because I thought he would want me always small and lean. He didn’t.

I couldn’t believe we could be fighting minutes before and now we were making out. I hated him but I loved him. I didn’t know what to think. I just hated how many times he had hurt me but I couldn’t stop loving him. Even after I had screwed around another man, no one could compare.

At about 12 AM, we went to the car to take our all the presents and put them under the tree. Austin ate the cookies and poured the milk down the sink.

“Look at this. We’re spoiling her too much.” He whispered as he walked backwards, looking at the present-filled living room. Yes, Lori was definitely the daughter of celebrities.

“She’s been good. And she deserves it. So she doesn’t think we’re forgetting about her and replacing her.” I said, crossing my arms. I yawned.

“Let’s go to sleep. I just know she’ll wake up at seven am.” Austin said, his hand on my lower back as he guided me to the bedroom.

We laid together at bed, I couldn’t sleep without Sean by my side. So I placed him between us. The tiny boy cuddled with me, Austin hugged Sean’s little body.

I was falling asleep after him, he looked so beautiful, they did. A part of me felt guilty for ever thinking of leaving him.

I was being selfish towards myself. That man had hurt me many times. But I couldn’t help loving him.

The next morning, Lori came to wake us up at eight am. Excitedly she pulled my feet and I woke up startled, Austin too, she even pulled Sean’s tiny feet, poor baby, he started crying after she scared him up.

“What is it, baby? Huh?” Austin asked her as he picked her up.

“Presents! Santa!” Lori smiled, nuzzling her face into Austin’s neck.

Once she saw the living room, she yelled excitedly, I watched as she opened her presents one by one, I held Sean on my chest, I couldn’t wait until he was old enough to enjoy Christmas too.

“I got you this.” Austin told me, he held a small box and opened it in front of me. A beautiful ring.

“Austin, you didn’t have to-“ I said, I was very excited. A new ring, from him! I didn’t know how to feel but my heart softened, I appreciated the thought so much. Very much.

“I has our anniversary date carved on the inside. So you have me with you anytime. Like you already do with the locket.” He caressed my cheek with his thumb before kissing my lips softly.

Afterwards I sat down to see Lori putting together some of her toys while I was playing with my new ring, just watching Lori made me smile. She was the reason I stayed with Austin, she was the reason I had out up with so much. She was the reason I was still trying to make things work with Austin.

And I thought. I really thought that things were starting to work out once more. Specially once we had breakfast all together.

After the breakfast, I was in the bedroom, tidying everything up. Until Austin’s phone vibrated a shit ton of times. I didn’t mean to be nosy but I was just curious so I grabbed it. Text messages from Kaia Gerber.

‘Merry Christmas baby💋’

‘I hope we can see each other so I can give you my present ;)’

‘I’m sure Cynthia wasn’t able to give you one anyways.’

I thought I could trust him once more. But I had forgotten how secretive and how low key he could be. I thought they were just mutual friends. I had been pregnant with his second child this whole time.

This was the last time I was trusting him.

Motherfucker.

[transkingcobra]

Just some smut that I liked the idea for but won't be canon to their story so I decided to make a lil one shot (that got far longer than I thought it would be), only minorly edited because I just wanted to dump it from my brain

Tavstarion x non-romanced Halsin, years post-game

Named Tav - Syvin - male drow sorcerer

Explicit - MDNI

Approx 3.7k words

Syvin is forced to take a vacation for once in his life, and so the drow and his vampire partner decide to finally visit their old friends. Astarion gets an idea when they visit Halsin… 

Astarion smiled, mischief in his eyes as he watched Syvin strip. They were given a decent little room to stay in while they visited their old traveling companion’s community. Astarion feigned annoyance at the idea of coming here, but Syvin could tell he’d enjoy seeing an old friend, even if he couldn’t see much of this place in the daylight. Halsin was overjoyed they made the journey safely. He showed them the fruits of his labor - though he’d never admit just how much effort he put into this place - introducing them to everyone and anyone that they saw. 

“What are you scheming over there?” The drow finished discarding his clothing and sat on the side of the bed. Astarion’s fingers gently traced along his partner’s jaw, down his neck and chest, and along the inside of his thigh. 

“Just thinking, darling.”

“About?”

“Well,” the vampire chuckled, “you fall apart so well under me that I was wondering if you’d even be able to handle someone like Halsin.” Syvin raised an eyebrow at the elf. That’s what he’s thinking about?

“You want to see Halsin have his way with me? After all your jealous fits back home?”

“It was only an idea, love. Although…” Astarion gently rubbed his palm between Syvin’s legs. “If I were to let someone else taste you, I’m sure Halsin would be just fine. Those other wretches didn’t know their place, wanted to take you from me.” 

“Mm, is that all? Are you sure you don’t want to taste Halsin, too?” 

“I was only thinking about seeing how utterly destroyed you could get, but, well, the bear surely has stamina enough for two if you’d like a view as well, darling.” Syvin was only teasing, but, while the response didn’t share any desire to actually be with Halsin, Astarion wasn’t dismissing it. It made the drow think for a moment. He lay down and the vampire crawled over him.

“Do you actually want to? See me under Halsin, that is.” He didn’t want Astarion to feel like he had to be involved - he knew the elf still struggled with falling into old habits, and certainly having sex with Halsin to please Syvin would put him in such a performative headspace. He could join if he wished, but Syvin wouldn’t make him nor suggest it further than the original teasing. In all honesty, thinking about watching Astarion get off to him being destroyed by another was already arousing. Staring at his love, watching him pleasuring himself, Syvin getting more than he bargained for, probably struggling to keep his head up and eyes open, but Halsin pulling on his hair to lift his head while Astarion demands his gaze.

“Well, darling, it certainly seems you want me to,” the vampire chuckled at the drow’s excitement growing between them. “It would certainly make this visit more interesting.” Astarion started grinding slowly against his love, earning a low moan. “If you’d want to, love, we can see if Halsin can push your limits.”

—

The next night, after much teasing from the vampire all day, Astarion found Halsin when he was finally alone. Syvin of course came along so the big bear would know they were both asking, both interested in such plans. 

“It almost seems as though you’re giving me a challenge, Astarion,” Halsin chuckled in response to the request. 

“Well, if you think you’re not up to the task…” 

“I did not say that. I will gladly join the two of you tonight.” The way Halsin looked at Syvin when he spoke went straight between the drow’s legs. He had never thought about bedding Halsin the entirety of their journey together nor afterwards, but, with Astarion’s idea, he was unable to stop thinking about being overpowered by the large elf all day. The confirmation it was going to happen made things worse - thankfully he wouldn’t be waiting long.

Halsin invited the couple back to his own home. It was a simple place, but had a bed big and sturdy enough for the three of them and they’d be less likely to disturb others’ rest. Astarion sat on the edge of the bed, ready to watch the two of them strip down.

“Anything I should know before we begin?” Halsin used one hand to start lifting Syvin’s shirt, the other reached between his legs while he kissed the drow’s neck right where Astarion usually fed. There were no marks anymore, but the two knew the druid had remembered when he began to nibble and lick the spot. Syvin shuddered. There was no way he was surviving this.

“Well for starters, you’re about to see a very different Syvin. The big, strong general turns into a moaning mess once he’s under a man.” Astarion knew his partner had been thinking about this scenario all day. No one else here would have noticed - he kept it under wraps pretty well - but there was just enough restlessness, just enough submissiveness for the vampire to notice exactly where his drow’s mind was. Poor thing was getting himself all worked up and now Halsin’s teasing near immediately had Syvin’s mind in a haze. 

“I had assumed that was the goal if not the normal occurrence.”

“Very much so. And you can ignore any protests unless he mentions ‘Gale’s cooking,’ that truly means he needs to stop.”

“Was it truly so bad?” Halsin chuckled as he removed Syvin’s shirt. 

“No, but thinking about Gale certainly pulls us out of the mood.” Syvin started to reach down to remove his pants, but Halsin took over instead - happily being the one to reveal the rest of his body. 

“I see.” The druid’s eyes soaked in the view for a moment before he finally stripped himself - far quicker than what he did for Syvin. The sorcerer stared back now - he was on the taller end for an elf let alone a drow, Halsin was well beyond such expectations, and now Syvin was about to feel that difference.

Astarion moved back to sit against the headboard, patting the bed in front of him.

“Come here, darling. I want to see your face while our dear friend has his way with you.” Syvin obeyed, crawling over to Astarion - his face for his partner, his ass for Halsin. The vampire cradled his face gently as the drow kissed hungrily, the two feeling the bed shift as Halsin joined them. 

Large, callused hands groped at Syvin’s ass, spreading him open before a tongue pressed against his entrance. The drow gasped lightly into Astarion’s mouth as Halsin pushed inside even slightly.

“Darling, you truly do fall apart so easily. Are you sure you can handle the dear bear?”

“Mm… I can,” Syvin groaned, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Ah ah, look at me. Let me see how well he takes you apart.” Astarion held his love by the chin. Syvin forced his eyes back open, just as Halsin pulled away. “Good.” But soon Halsin’s tongue was replaced with an oiled finger. Halsin was slow yet firm in his intrusion - the size difference between Astarion and Halsin already apparent and forcing a shaky breath out of the drow.

“Too fast?”

“N-no… Bigger start- nm, than I’m used to, is all.” 

“Take your time. Let me know when you’re ready for another.” Halsin gently fingered the sorcerer, certain to push directly on his prostate every pass. 

“You’re far too sweet to him, little honey bear. He may be a slight mess already, but he can handle far more. Where’s that vicious cave bear we traveled with?” Astarion teased with a hunger in his eyes. He wouldn’t mind seeing Syvin slowly unravel - but he could do that himself at home. He wanted to make sure Halsin understood the point of this - they wanted that bear to tear Syvin apart in all the best ways. He could do that after a gentle stretching, but Astarion was more in the mood to push his partner. 

“Well, if you insist…” The second finger stretching him further already made Syvin arch his back in response. “Eager, aren’t you,” Halsin teased as Syvin began to push back on his fingers, matching his pace. 

Before the drow could finish himself off, the fingers were removed. Syvin groaned in disapproval, looking back over his shoulder when they weren’t replaced soon enough. Halsin sat back on his heels, stroking himself but making no move to continue yet.

“Waiting for something?” There was a small sting of annoyance in Syvin’s words. 

“Letting you calm for a moment. I am not blind to how close you made yourself on my fingers alone, and I do not think Astarion wants his view to end so soon.” Halsin’s response earned a chuckle from the vampire.

“Love, I do think you’re in for it tonight.” 

Syvin had taken many kinds of men throughout the centuries. It had been decades since he felt a man other than Astarion, let alone one as big as Halsin. It remained to be seen how rough the bear would be, but he had handled the others just fine before. Yet, even the biggest and the roughest couldn’t compare to what he already felt and knew would be coming. His partner before him, his greatest love, had made sex far more than just getting off, just a distracting form of stress relief. With Astarion, it had actually become something fun, something enjoyable beyond the orgasm. With Astarion, he truly understood why people considered it “making love.” And with Astarion, even being shared with an old friend was fun and exciting - he didn’t feel at all like he used to when using others to reach his climax. 

Syvin brought a hand up to caress Astarion’s cheek, leaning into him for a deep, slow kiss. He soon heard Halsin shifting behind him. Please… Large hands firmly held his hips. Finally… Instead of pushing into him, though, Halsin pulled the drow’s hips back, slowly removing the partners’ lips from each other. Astarion didn’t protest - it gave him a perfect view of how Syvin’s face contorted in pleasure as the bear bottomed out, making the sorcerer lower his hand to grip onto the vampire’s shoulder. Astarion gently pried him loose and put his hand back down onto the bed.

“Careful with that grip of yours, darling. We’re breaking you tonight, not me.” The vampire softly played with Syvin’s hair before he lowered his head into Astarion’s lap with a groan. 

“Are you alright, Syvin?” Halsin spoke in an almost teasing manner. He always did want to be certain his partners were enjoying themselves and would certainly change things up or outright stop if they weren’t. But he knew Syvin was okay between the lack of a safe word and Astarion’s joyfully watching eyes, and it seemed both elves enjoyed pointing out just how much he reacted to every small change.

“Halsin…” The name came out breathy, strained between his fullness and excitement of what was to come.

“Yes?”

“Fuckin’ move already.” Syvin pulled himself together to speak the demand fairly normally, but the elves could tell it was more of a plea and both chuckled.

“As you wish.” 

Halsin pulled almost completely out and left Syvin feeling empty, but it only lasted a moment. The bear’s bruising grip on the drow’s hip gave him hardly any warning before he was mercilessly pounded into. Hands grabbed at the sheets as he moaned desperate cries into Astarion’s lap.

The vampire slowly managed to lift Syvin’s head to see his face and fully hear his sounds. It had been a beautiful sight from the start, seeing his love stripped, bent over, and pleasured all while being able to not only hear but also see how he enjoyed it. But now, now that Halsin was showing off one pleasurable use for all those muscles, now that the bed shook and Syvin’s body shuddered with every impact, Astarion was starting to feel the need to fully join them. 

“I can’t- I can’t-”

“You can. You’re taking him well, darling. Look at me.” The pale elf gently rubbed a thumb across Syvin’s cheek as he opened his eyes. Astarion’s bright, red eyes, soft yet hungry. His smile just barely revealing his fangs. His soft curls swaying with the movement of the bed. “You can take more, can’t you? For me, love?” The request sent a shiver down the drow’s body.

“Astari- ngh-!” The impact of Syvin’s orgasm forced his head back down into his partner’s lap, hands wrapping around Astarion’s waist, toes curling, all while Halsin kept his relentless pace. “I can’t! I can’t, I can’t - I can’t-” 

“Don’t you dare stop now, druid,” Astarion commanded as he saw the slightest hesitation in Halsin’s movements. “He knows how to stop us if he truly needs it. Don’t you, darling?” Syvin only responded with a louder moan and tighter grip on the vampire. Did Halsin just get faster? Good gods, Syvin was not going to be walking come morning…

“Xsa- ah! Vith uns’aa… Usstan- ngh!” 

“Well now, that’s certainly new. Halsin feeling that good, love?” The vampire trailed a hand along Syvin’s arched back. The words coming out of his mouth surprised the drow just as much as it did the others, and yet they surprisingly weren’t unwelcome. He’d normally only speak Drow out of sheer necessity anymore, which was a rare occurrence, but being so overwhelmed by Halsin that he fucked him back into speaking his first language made for a fun discovery. 

Just as Syvin was beginning to think he may genuinely need a break, Halsin’s pace faltered. The large elf nearly growled in pleasure as his hot seed filled the sorcerer. Halsin paused a moment to catch his breath, panting over the two before he leaned down and kissed Syvin between his shoulder blades. 

“You held on well, Syvin.” Halsin slowly pulled himself out of the drow. It was only when he finally let go of Syvin’s hips did the sorcerer realize he was mostly being held up by the bear, not his own legs. His thighs shook and Halsin quickly held him again, gently guiding him to lie down fully. “You may wish to take it easy tomorrow. Rest your body and your voice.” 

Syvin only groaned in response.

“Love, we are here for you to relax for once. I’ll tie you to the bed if I have to.”

“Promise?” Syvin chuckled. The spawn was stronger without the tadpole, but so was the drow. The occasional powerplay had been met with broken furniture on more than one occasion. Syvin rolled over slightly, looking up into those bright red eyes as Halsin moved to sit beside them. “I’ll be fine.” 

“Hm…” Astarion played with one of Syvin’s braids.

“What is it?” 

“My dear bear, do you think you have another round in you tonight?”

“Ah,” Halsin chuckled lightly at the question, “give me some time and we can certainly go again. If Syvin is alright with it.” 

“Gods, the two of you really are out to ruin me tonight.” The drow wasn’t about to protest going at it again, but he was fairly certain he wouldn’t survive this time around.

“Yes, that was the idea for tonight, darling.” Syvin adjusted himself so he could sit up enough to kiss the vampire. A hand at first fell softly on Astarion’s clothed erection before rubbing him through his pants. The elf moaned slightly at the sudden attention before attempting to compose himself. “Need something?” Syvin simply hummed a confirmation as he continued.

“Would you wish to join us this time, Astarion?” There was a new hunger in the druid’s eyes at the thought of taking them both.

“Syvin, darling, do you really think you could handle the both of us?”

“You did say ruining him was the purpose of our adventures here tonight.”

Syvin smiled against the vampire’s lips, lowering slightly to kiss along his jaw and whisper a “please” directly into his ear. 

“Well,” Astarion reached down and pressed a finger to Syvin’s entrance, “it would be fun to see how sensitive you are now, love.” The drow squirmed slightly, pressing up against his partner. “But, I do believe we have an issue.” Syvin sat up a bit at the statement when Astarion removed his hand. “I am still fully dressed, my dears,” the vampire said with a smirk. “That simply won’t do if I am to get between you boys.”

Halsin was hesitant at first, but, once his touches were welcomed, both he and the drow were planting soft kisses across Astarion’s pale skin. They took all the time in the world to make sure every piece of removed clothing was accepted, that Astarion was truly comfortable with being involved instead of simply watching. Syvin gladly stretched out his partner for Halsin, who slowly stroked the vampire resting back against him. 

“Mm, it almost feels like the two of you are preparing to ruin me now.”

“I can be gentle with you.” The druid’s thumb toyed with Astarion’s tip, smearing the drops of precum. 

“If he can handle you, I can handle you, big bear.” 

“Are you sure about that? You’re not usually the one underneath,” Syvin teased.

“Challenging me, darling?” 

“Excited to see how long you last between us, is all.” 

Once the trio was content everyone was ready, Syvin got back on all fours, excitedly displaying himself to his partner. He let out a pleasured sigh as Astarion pushed inside. The vampire leaned forward, wrapping an arm around Syvin’s chest and kissing his shoulder as he gave a few slow thrusts. The drow’s thighs and even arms already felt weak from being back in this position, and his insides were similarly sensitive. On one hand, he hoped the other two didn’t last too long, yet, on the other hand, he would have been perfectly happy to see how much further he can be pushed, this time with his love inside of him. While Astarion lifted himself back upright, Halsin positioned himself at the pale elf’s entrance. 

“Ready, Astarion?” 

“I am not so fragile as to- ahhh!” Being suddenly full cut off the vampire’s thoughts. Syvin’s chuckle was followed by a moan as Astarion slammed forward into him. “You be quiet down there.”

“I’m not certain Syvin is capable of being quiet with someone inside of him,” Halsin teased as he groped the dark grey flesh. 

“I will not be taking that challenge.”

“It was merely an observation,” Halsin chuckled down at him.

“You’d certainly fail the challenge instantly, love.” Astarion started with slow thrusts to get a feel for how best to move between the two of them, earning soft moans from his drow and making a few of his own. Halsin leaned forward some, Astarion feeling a kiss to his shoulder and hearing the druid’s low, breathy grunts in his ear. Soon enough, not only had Astarion picked up the pace, but Halsin was matching his thrusts. His lover before him, an old and trusted friend behind him - the pleasured stimulation from them both was far more than he had expected. “Gods-!” The high elf buried himself deep inside Syvin as he came, Halsin not relenting in the slightest. 

Astarion collapsed onto Syvin, holding him close and moaning into his ear. The drow greatly enjoyed the fact that the vampire finished first - that even as sensitive as he was from his first round with Halsin, he still held out longer. But that little mental victory didn’t last long. Feeling Astarion’s cum and the impact of Halsin’s continued thrusts along with the moans in his ear, it pushed the drow over the edge himself. His thighs shook fiercely, but he somehow managed to keep his ass up for the other two. 

“Love, I need- I-” Astarion propped himself up some, the shift in tone making Syvin pay closer attention and notice he was attempting to pull out.

“Halsin-” The drow reached back and put a hand over Halsin’s on the vampire’s hip. “A moment…” The druid slowed, lifting Astarion and pulling him back against his chest. The pale elf’s head rolled back on Halsin’s shoulder in pleasured exhaustion. Syvin crawled forward a bit to sit up against the headboard, carefully looking over Astarion. “Love, look at me.” 

The vampire leaned his head to the side, resting it in the crook of Halsin’s neck as his eyes fluttered open. There were no performed words, was no distance in his eyes. Syvin held out his arms for his love, Astarion taking them and leaning forward into the drow’s lap as Halsin released him. Knowing the vampire was enjoying himself and seeing their roles reversed from earlier, Syvin gently played with Astarion’s curls. This was going to be a lovely sight.

“Go ahead, Halsin. He said he could handle you.” With the confirmation everything was okay, Halsin grabbed Astarion’s hips and gave him the same treatment as he had given Syvin earlier. It was the high elf’s turn to moan into his drow’s lap, gripping the sheets. 

“I- ngh! Gods- Halsin- I- ah!” Astarion’s failure to form a sentence was met with chuckles.

“You’re doing well, Astarion,” Halsin grunted from behind.

“I can’t-”

“You can, love.” Syvin was all too happy to give him the same dismissal he received earlier. “You can take all of him.” 

Syvin and Halsin both continued their encouragement and praise, the drow keeping close tabs on Astarion’s state. He became shaky, went back and forth between grabbing Syvin and the bedsheets, continued his broken protests, but he was with them and never attempted anything close to their phrase to stop everything. 

Halsin’s relentless pounding finally faltered once more as he unloaded into Astarion. This time when he pulled out, however, he made sure to help Astarion lower onto the bed and not just let go. 

“Did you survive down there, Astarion?”

“Hah… you could have done worse.” 

“I can certainly see why you enjoyed the view so much,” Syvin mused.

“Darling, we are moving your mirror when we get home.” 

The three laughed tiredly as they rested on the bed. After some time, they cleaned up and Halsin retrieved some clean sheets. Syvin and Astarion were certainly not walking anywhere anytime soon. 

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Azul Ashengrotto Bloom Birthday Voice Lines

When Summoned: This is quite the grand celebration. I'll gladly accept all of your warm wishes.

Summon Line: The gold embroidery on this fit is exquisite. As the birthday boy, I must behave in a manner that is most fitting for this elegant attire.

Groooovy!!: I have practiced extensively for this day. Allow me to show you the fruit of my labors!

Home: I shall grant your wish!

Home Idle 1: Jade poured this tea as his gift to me. Only... He had this strangely good-natured smile on his face as he did so. ...Would you care to drink it?

Home Idle 2: My dormmates keep bringing to me plate after plate of dishes they highly recommend. Please, there's no way I would be able to eat that much.

Home Idle 3:  I don't understand why candles are inserted into the cake... Sure, it's lovely to see the flames dance in the dark, but it ruins the cake's presentation when it comes time to eat it.

Home Idle - Login: I'm truly honored that you've taken the time out of your busy schedule to wish me a Happy Birthday. It is said that time is money, after all.

Home Idle - Groovy:  It seems Jack-san would not be very suitable for any kind of business negotiations. His tail just gives away his honest feelings.

Home Tap 1:  On principle, I do not accept gifts, but there are some exceptions. That's because there are some people I would like to develop long-lasting relationships with. Kalim-san, for example.

Home Tap 2: Even brooms can appear elegant when decorated with chic flowers. This just goes to show that even the plainest object can be made attractive with the slightest bit of effort.

Home Tap 3: I was overwhelmingly crushed by Idia-san while playing a board game today. I cannot allow this utter disgrace to stand on my birthday... I must collect data and have my revenge!

Home Tap 4: As a gift to myself, I purchased a coin that I was eyeing. It was a tad pricy, but when I think about its potential worth in the future... Fufu, I cannot wait.

Home Tap 5: It's no use trying to surprise me, I have eyes in the back of my head as well. Fufu, I'm only kidding, of course.

Home Tap - Groovy: Something I would like? ...Then, please sing a birthday song for me. Come, you'll sing for me, won't you?

Duo: [AZUL]: Jack-san, you know what you should say here, right? [JACK]: Azul-senpai... Happy Birthday.

Birthday Login Message: Is there anything I would like for my birthday...? Of course, there is. As many things as would fill an endless ocean. However, there is no need for you to gift me anything. Whatever it is that I may want, I will acquire by my own hand! Nothing is as costly as a free gift, after all. Well, I shall at least accept your kind thoughts. Thank you.

Requested by @pianostarinwonderland.

[sun-havenn]

Summer headcanons (but you’re dating)

it’s been very hot here so the inspiration for this is obvious. i still have to add kai and wesley, but i’m not far enough into my friendship with them to confidently write this for them yet. will come soon!

Claude

Summer’s too hot for him, he is not a fan. The heat smothers his creativity, he says.

Claude can’t handle heat very well. He gets unwell easy and sweats a lot. Still, he likes to keep to a routine and doesn’t change his afternoon errand run to fit the warm weather. He often ends up dehydrated or almost fainting when the day is especially hot.

The result is that you have to look after him a bit more than usual. You like o deliver fresh crops and meals, just so you know he has something to eat in case he can’t finish his errands because of the heat. It is a labor you do out of love.

(And it’s a labor he loves you even more for.)

While he’s constantly hot and has little to do, you won’t find Claude at the beach often. He doesn’t like the sand and he doesn’t like swimming. If you do, it will take some convincing to get him to join you. You’ll have a great time if he does, though. He’ll walk along the shore with you, and keep the shells you give him forever.

Darius

Seasons in Withergate aren’t as obvious as in Sun Haven. Besides, the darkness prevents most heat from settling. Summer is not really a big change for Darius.

It is for you, though. Coming and going from Sun Haven and Nel’Vari the difference in temperature is quite a shock. The cool air is usually more than welcome, and Darius is more than happy to see you come more often.

Withergate doesn’t have any special summer activities, snacks, or even a nice beach . Since Darius comes to Sun Haven’s celebrations, he wants to make something special about Withergate, too. So, Sporadically, he lets people organize small themed parties. Not obvious summer parties, but there will be bright decorations.

He’s spent a lot of his time trying to keep you out, trying to make you feel like an outsider. Now, he’s accommodating his city to your seasons to make you feel more at home.

Donovan

Would absolutely love to spend a day at the beach. Since he talks about the beach any day it’s warm, you decide to invite him to your farm, where you have your own strip of land. 

He’s very excited. He missed the warmth, and just look at that clear water! Try getting anything done with an excited Donovan running around your farm, probably dripping wet.

You love seeing him happy, and you love making him happy. If he’s comfortable, you’d invite him over more and more. He’d go into Sun Haven, too. Explore the city and it’s people. Donovan in the summer is another kind of happy.

Just be prepared for the smell of wet dog to linger!

Jun

Is maybe the most easy person to ever exist, he has no complaints at all. In fact, he has nothing but good things to say about any season.

Likes that it’s warm, even if the kids sometimes get cranky because of the heat. He knows just how to bribe them: a cookie each and a cold, fresh piece of fruit.

Jun is a big fan of doing fun things in the summer. He lies to use every minute he has, and spends his evenings or mornings painting or journaling. He also likes to sit near his pond during sunset, preferably with you by his side.

Likes to spend nights at your farm. He claims the farmhouse of much cooler than his home. If he stays the night, he’ll get up with you at six in the morning and go for a swim while you take care of your farm (but only if you insist you don’t need his help).

Just try focusing on your work when he walks back from the sea, hair dripping and skin cool and wet and shiny. He likes it when you stare, though. He still loves seeing you blush.

Liam

Still has to work super hard. You don’t know how he doesn’t end up having a heatstroke every other day. All he does is be inside his hot bakery or be under the scorching sun.

Is too busy for a full day of relaxation, but will regularly make time to spend a couple of hours on the beach with his sisters. Since the girls like you so much, you’re often invited.

Just don’t think it will be romantic, you’ll spend hours building sandcastles or plotting with the girls to splatter Liam with seawater.

As his partner, you have to remind him to drink enough. He simply forgets.

Liam is very busy, but one evening a week is dedicated to you, as long as you don’t want to travel too far from his home every week. It’s a sweet sentiment, and those days you’re usually treated to some kind of summer-fruit pastry made just for you.

Nathaniel

His armor is so warm. He doesn’t like to complain, but on an especially hot day, something might slip. Only to you, though.

He’s always grateful when he can get out of his armor. As much as you love him, he will need a shower before you can get all close and comfortable.

Nathaniel’s favorite spot to guard during summer is the docks. The sea breeze is always cool, and he likes looking over the sea. It’s even better if you join him for some afternoon fishing, but if not, Peter, Rupert, or Kai are near to have a chat with him.

Most evenings are spent with his men and women. They usually hoist the tables outside when the sun begins to set. Located near the forest, the barracks are usually not too hot.

He also likes calm evenings with you a lot. Some days he just needs a break from all the noise. Those days, he likes going down the beach again, or being on your farm.

When you bring him down to your farm, he’ll always try to help you with something. Have you been crafting? He can help you finish! Forgot to water some plants? You already did so many, he’ll take care of them for tonight! He claims he finds helping you relaxing, so you allow him to help in small ways.

Vaan

It’s cooler in Nel’Vari, because the trees offer shade from the hot sun. It’s still warm, something that can mostly be felt through the warm breeze.

It’s a different wind from other seasons, something he feels more than others. He likes to experiment with his magic and the summer breeze a lot. Little people complain about the extra wind.

Vaan likes lounging around even more during summer. He spends a lot of time with Nel’Vari’s people, talking and laughing while taking little serious. He still likes being alone, and lounges near your farm when he doesn’t want to be around others. He always hopes you walk past.

He really loves your farm. During the summer, he doesn’t visit Sun Haven as much. Instead, he’ll come to your Nel’Vari farm. He prefers it if you’re there, of course, but is also content to be alone among your hard work.

If he invites you to do something, it’s most likely very laid back. Just being in his house or your farm sounds perfect to him. He’s convinced you work too hard and need to relax more, anytime he can convince you to stop working for an hour or two is a win for him. 

Wornhardt

He doesn’t like summer very much. It’s too hot, he still has a lot of work to do, and his doctors coat is simply too warm.

He’d like to just take the whole summer off, but he can’t, and since he does like being a doctor, he fights through it.

Since Sun Haven is so warm, he has to treat a lot of heat strokes, and it can get frustrating, seeing the same person come in with the same issues weeks in a row.

Of course he’s talking about you. As Wornhardt puts it, you should relax more and stop running around when it’s boiling hot. Being a farmer and all, you can’t just drop all your work. As doctor, he’s taken to surveilling you from one to three in the afternoon, forcing you out of the sun. As your boyfriend, he just wants to spend a few hours a day with you. 

You’ll still work a little, even with him near you. You might teach him how to fish from the shade of a tree (he’s very proud when he catches the tiniest fish on his first try) or take him for a walk in the forest to gather some fruit (since he’s surveilling you, he can carry them). 

It’s a bit annoying at first, but you like spending time with him and it’s undeniable that you feel better out of the hot sun. 

[redheadspark]

June prompt #6 with azriel would be 🤌😩*chef's kiss*

A/N - This one will be nice and short with some mushiness in it! Thanks for the request, anon!

Fruit of Labor

Summary - You remind Azriel of how important he is to Velaris, even over glasses of wine

Warnings -Just some cute fluff

“Ah, finally!”

“Sounds like you had a rough day,” 

“More like delinquents up at the camp, my love,”

You looked up from your paperwork, seeing your husband sink into the armchair across from you and rub his temples with a hint of frustration and fatigue.  You placed your paperwork down on the pile on the floor, folding your fingers in your lap as you watched him unwind in the armchair, you cocking your head at him as you noticed his wings were sagging to the floor on either sides of the armrest.  

“These new soldiers are not up to par, I take it?” You asked as he shook his head.

“No, they’re going to be fine soldiers.  We need to break them in and get them on board,” Azriel hummed behind his squinted eyes as he finally opened them and looked over at you with a tired smile.  You reached her to take his hand in your own, massaging his palm with your fingers.  

“Maybe you should take a break from being up there,” You suggested as he was watching your intertwined fingers hanging between your armchairs, “Cassian should be able to handle the new soldiers without you,”

He hummed, you knew he was thinking about it but he was still drained.  It was evident in his eyes and how he was sagging in the chair.  Sometimes he would come back from the training camp with high hopes, a pep in his step with plenty to tell you.  You never minded hearing him talk about it since he could barely telling you anything about his spy duties or placed he would have to fly to for Rhysand.  

Yet there were other days that he came home and simply wanted to not talk about his day. That was understandable, it was stressful to not just recruit new soldiers but to train them.  Those roughers days you would try to help him ease the stress he had.  Running him a bath, cooking him one of his favorite dishes, or even going on a long walk with him through the city.  

But this time, you knew what would help him.

“Come with me, my dear,” You said to him, pulling him out of his chair and guiding him over to the kitchen.  Azriel followed him, not letting go of your hand while you both were now in front of the small liquor cabinet.  You never were a drinker, nor was Azriel.  Yet it was a gift from Rhsyand when he offered you two the little home as a wedding gift, including a wet bar in the kitchen.  Arzriel thought It was unnecessary, yet he couldn’t say no to his brother and best friend. 

“Here,” said, letting go of his hand and pulling out two glasses and pouring yourself a glass of red wine, the same wine Mor gave you for your birthday.  But when you were about to grab the whiskey bottle that Azriel would usually drink on rare occasions, he took the bottle gently from your hands to place it back on the cabinet. 

“I’ll drink wine with you tonight,” He explained as you were giving him a confused look.  He poured the wine, you both taking your glasses and then walking over to the backdoor where you had a small backyard terrace that gave a great view of Velaris below you.

The terrace was gorgeous, planned and created by Elaine as part of your wedding gift.  Plenty of busses and flowers were outline the area, a small black iron fence made the outline as your house was nestled on a little hill.  The city was below you, showing off all the houses and shops that descended down into the bay with the massive mountains to the right.  You loved this part of the house, especially during a warmer summer night.  

Just like tonight.  

You both made it over to the bench that was perched in the grass, right in front of the bench to show all of the city.  Azriel sat first, then helped you sit next to him with his arm draped along the back of the bench to touch your upper back and neck.  You grinned, taking a drink of your wine as you both were watching the scattering lights of the buildings and shops.  The soft hum of the night, along with the bugs and insects that were active at night, made the mood lighter and simpler.

“You know, this is my favorite view,” you explained to him as he was watching the scene in front of you both, “Sometimes when I knew I’m stressed out with what we’re trying to do for Velaris, or how we’re going to handle any obstacles, I simply come out here and look at the city.  Do you know what I see when I do?”

Azriel stayed silent but looked from the city to you as you pointed out in front of the pair of you.

“I see a happy city, a safe city, but most of all I see a city that is thriving because of all that we have done over the centuries.  The hard work up at the camp or the planning with the Inner Circle is pulling off when I see the peace here in this city, in this court,” You explained, seeing his face going a bit soft as you spoke, “You have worked so hard to be where you are now.  These people are living their lives with no worries or fears, all thanks to you,”

“It’s mostly Rhysand..” He was about argue with you, you huffing and reaching over with the spare hand to making him stare at you intently.  His eyes went big from the sudden movement, though they weren’t afraid as you stared him down.

“You’ve done good, Az.  Take the credit where the credit is due, okay?  I know the work you have done and I see the fruits of your labor.  Azriel, you have done so much for Night Court, alright?” You asked him in a bolder tone, clearly wanting it to get through his stubborn mind that he was making get progress and doing great works for the city.  

He’ll never take credit when it was given to him.  Your husband would work int he shadows and not be seen, it was better for him sine he hated being in the spotlight or getting massive recognition.  But you knew that he needed to hear how big of an impact that he made, the ripple effect that happened because of him.  

Finally, your husband smiled, truly smiled for the first time that evening.  You placed your wine on the ground next to you on the ground, moving back to frame his face in both hands and kiss him under the stars.  He kissed back, leaning into you a bit as his hand behind your back moved to wrap around your waist and tug you in a bit closer.  You giggled, kissing him one more time before you pulled away and eyed him with love.

“Take the credit, okay?” You asked him, hearing him laugh as he nodded.

“Yes, ma’am,” He replied, you pecking him on the nose before you grabbed his wine glass from his hands swiftly and took a small drink.  Now he gave you a shocked look.

“You have your own drink,” He countered, though his smile was playful as you drank down the small sip and shrugged.

“You’re not gonna stop me,” You replied, seeing him then roll his eyes as you leaned back on the bench again .  

“Fine, give me your glass,” he said, holding out his spare hand with patience.  You knew he was back to his playful self again, the same Azriel that was filled with some aloofness and joy that he had when you two met. You knew you would try and bring that joy to him when he was drifting away from it, over and over.  

After you handed him your own glass, you both were sipping each other’s wine as you were watching the view go on and the stars glisten high above.  The peace of the city was evident and inviting, you leaning your head on Azriel’s shoulder as he was scanning the very city that he fought to protect and help thrive.  

Indeed, the fruits of his labor were evident.  

The End

June Summer Prompts

[partyanimal167]

A Chef's Treat- Sanji x F!Reader

Not gonna lie, I've been a little nervous to write Sanji's character, but I want some practice, and I love the idea of someone cooking for that man. (As a chef, that's all I ever want) Here's a little fic to test the waters with that sweet boy.

CW: none, fluff, fem reader, black fem reader in mind, not proofread bc I'm emotionally exhausted

It was your job to feed people, and you took it very seriously. There wasn't a reason for anyone to be hungry when you're around.

You saw a lot of people come and go on your island. The bright, hot weather meant that people to could vacation year-round, and there was plenty of yummy food always in season. It was your own personal paradise, and while you did like to see other islands, your home was in that busy seaside town.

And the sea meant all kinds of people, so who knew what your customers would be like to day. You had just finished up your small break when you heard a good amount of commotion at the entrance.

"Food time!"

The servers peeked from the back and whispered amongst themselves nervously.

"What's going on?"

The group turned towards you before looking back on the dining floor. "It's the Straw Hat crew!"

"...okay, and? We see pirates every day here." you grumbled as you fixed your apron around your waist.

"They're dangerous!"

"They destroy towns!"

"Look at the bounties!"

You rolled your eyes. "As long as they have Berry, then I don't see a problem." You walked out to the main dining area, waving at your regulars as you saw the crew settle in.

A red-head pulled on the cheek of Straw Hat. You were a bit surprised yourself. You heard the tales and read the paper, but up close and personal, the crew seemed like a hungry bunch of friends who were goofing off.

You placed a basket of bread down which was immediately grabbed by the captain. "Welcome, I'm the chef here. Thanks for coming by. What can I get you to drink?" A mess of orders was shouted by the captain--mainly being meat--but you did here the drinks ordered: sake, wine, milk, tea, orange juice, water. You nodded and went to back where you glared at your servers who gave into your stubbornness and prepared the drinks.

When you returned, the woman reached into her bralette and handed you a stack of berries. "This is just to start. I have no idea how much this idiot is going to eat." You were shocked by the amount but giggled to yourself. The money was secured, so there was nothing to fret over.

The crew was there for a few hours--eating and drinking--when a blonde man entered and joined them carrying four large bags filled with groceries from fruit to cured sausages. He placed the items down carefully before squeezing himself on the edge and lighting a cigarette.

"Got everything you need?" the long-nosed one asked.

The man sighed deeply but looked satisfied all the same. "Yes thankfully. I'm surprised Luffy hasn't eaten everything from this place yet. I could use a bite to eat myself."

"Well, I'm glad to be of service." you beamed at the man as you placed a plate of vegetable pasta in front of him. "Here's somethin' light for you." the man looked up at you, and it was like his eyes became hearts.

"Mademoiselle, the heavens must be blessing me if I get to me you on this simple day." he cooed at you.

You chuckled before waving your hand. "Just call me, y/n. And eat up!"

"I'm Sanji," he then paused, "I'm never one to refuse food, but how could I take the fruits of your labor?"

You giggled before shaking your head. "Don't refuse the chef! I want you to enjoy my food. You must know how I feel."

And Sanji did, so he took a forkful and placed it gently in his mouth. The flavors bombarded his tongue, and he felt his cheeks warm from the obvious care and attention that was made. He practically melted in his seat and looked up at you with soft eyes. "Delicious," he purred.

"Great!" you clapped your hands together. "There's more where that came from!" you turned to go back to the kitchen.

"Wait," Sanji stood and called, "I must learn how that's made! Let me follow you to the kitchen."

You pushed him back into his seat by the shoulders. "This is the time for you to rest. Us fellow cooks rarely get treated by others, so enjoy this Sanji. Please~" you winked.

The man seemed to enter his own loving, floaty headspace. He swayed in his chair as you came back and forth with dishes to try. The Strawhats spent the entire day in your establishment, and while the navigator didn't seem too pleased to hand her money over, everyone had a good time.

Sanji went on and on about how much he enjoyed your food that it did have you blushing and giggling a bit. It was always nice to feed people, but it was great to hear compliments from people who cooked as well. The Strawhats promised to come back the next day, but as they were leaving, you grabbed the cook and pulled towards your kitchen--ready to see what you could cook up together.

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Sanji!!! I promise to write you more next year! You deserve it.

I want more chef fics! I feel like it's such an overlooked profession in fandoms, but I wanna come home from a long day in the kitchen and read about the kitchen with my favs lol

[lya-dustin]

The Dornish Princess

(Part ii of the Dornish Princess)

Cw: mentions of sex, fantasizing of murder, attempted murder via drowning

Fool.

That is the new name he was given.

Fool.

Fool for trusting you, for believing your words and a worse fool for loving you.

He cannot chase you and kill you for your betrayal, he was the regent and he must deal with the fall out of his own fucking foolishness.

With his brother at the Stranger’s door and no money to continue the war, his campaign into the Riverlands is postponed.

Postponed being a nicer word for it.

They are to surrender to his whore sister and bastard heirs and beg for mercy.

The negotiations had begun and Aemond has requested exile over death. He would never set foot in Westeros for as long as Rhaenyra lives.

No matter, after he gets his hands on you, it will he worth it.

Aliandra Martell offered her hand in marriage should he bring her your head.

Prince Consort of Dorne is good consolation reward.

His exile isn’t the terrible thing his mother thinks it is, his change of scenery matters not when he hunts you down.

He will enjoy killing you, he dreams of seeing the life leave your indigo eyes as he avenges his honor.

Aemond follows your trail even when he takes up the occupation of sword fro hire as Daemon once did. He hears how you defrauded a Braavosi key holder, how you robbed Sharako Lohar blind and just recently, drove the Rogares of Lys to complete and utter ruin.

Word had come from the spymasters that you lived in Volantis in a manse behind the Black Wall. You’d overstay your welcome once the lord you flatter with your serpent’s tongue and poison him with kisses as sweet as honey.

Where would you go from then? You weren’t welcome anywhere anymore.

You could never go home just as he can’t either.

He disguises himself as a servant, a slave rather. The Valyrian looks so coveted in Westeros were as common as horse shit in Essos. Even slaves had silver hair and purple eyes.

Something he’d learned to exploit as he earned his pay with blood.

Something he’ll exploit to finally end you.

You aren’t Y/N Sand nor Coryanne Martell here. You are merely a wealthy widow enjoying the fruits of your labor.

He stalks into your bath quietly, you assuming it is another servant carrying your hot flowery water pay no mind to him.

You are far more beautiful than he remembered, you grew into your looks just as he went from youth to man these years past.

Five years ago, you ruined his life and made damn sure you would never be forgotten.

“I will wash my own hair tonight.” You say as he takes your dark braid in his hands. Within a heart beat he’s holding your face under the water as he fulfills every fantasy he’s had these five long years.

“Did you miss me, Y/N?” he asks taunting you when he lets you come up for air.

“Not as much as you did, husband.” You gasp and sputter with a laugh. As if you’d known he’d come. “Took you long enough, Aemond the Fool.”

He narrowed his eye and wished he could just drown you in your tub and be done with it. But he doesn’t. He is still the fool he was at nineteen at twenty-four.

“Join me, you reek of dragon.” You say as you gather your bearings and pretend nothing had happened.

He could kill you later, hot water was a luxury even in this warm winter. A good fuck and a hot bath seemed like a better send off you deserved, but Aemond has stopped being so picky with whores these years.

“You need me for a scheme don’t you?” he concludes aa you wash his body with the same soaps you had used. You had done this before, back when he loved you and you ensnared him in your trap.

You had felt divine then, your soft caresses, your sweet lips and the oh so tight cunny you sheathed his cock with.

You haunted him till this fucking day, even after trying to forget you with every willing woman he could find. Not even the Red Priestess with her knowledge of the seven sighs couldn’t erase you out of his mind.

“A final one, an apology from me to you.” You say coming close enough to kiss him stupid.

He’d let you, only if your scheme is good enough for him.

“As if I’d believe anything that comes from your mouth, y/n.” he scoffed and yet snaked his arms around your waist to pull you onto his lap.

He'll discard of you once he is sated, your pretty head was worth as much as this manse. A place close to home too.

“Oh trust me, what I will show you will speak for itself, my sweet prince.” You whisper before leaving the bath all together.

The sight waiting for him in your rooms leaves him without words.

Sharing a room and the distinctive looks of House Targaryen, a boy of five and a boy of eight hold on to plush dragons. The younger a green as Vhagar and the other as red as Caraxes.

His child and Rhaenyra’s lost son, presumably.

“Lysandro bought Viserys from his captors and sought to ransom him back to your family along with my son. I don’t bite unless I have to, dearest husband.” You admit with a hard edge to your soft voice. Somehow he believes you.

“What do you want?” Aemond cannot do anything but stare at the boys, his more than his nephew.

His hair is silver and sleek as his is, a faint smattering of freckles like the ones he had as a boy and his mother’s wicked mouth pouting in his sleep.

“That you recognize Aelyx as trueborn, we were married in truth and he shouldn’t carry the stain of bastardry when he is innocent.” You speak honestly, as if you knew your luck had run out. “Take Viserys and my wealth and negotiate your return to your home. It should be more than what I stole from you.”

If you knew he hadn’t thought of killing you since you showed him his son, you’d think your hold on him was as strong as it was then.

Perhaps it was.

Damn you. Damn you to the seven hells for making a fool out of him.

The following morning he writes home saying he’d found his errant wife and a treasure greater than all the gold in Volantis.

If Rhaenyra lifted his exile, he’d personally deliver Viserys to her.

Aemond the Kinslayer gets a hero’s welcome despite being foolish enough to forgive you and wed you in truth.

But you are not content with just being his wife and the wealth you amassed. No, you like your husband were cursed with ambition.

“Have you ever considered conquering Dorne, your grace?” you ask Queen Rhaenyra who owes you the life of her youngest son even if Aemond took the life of her second born.