#I should just go lay down in a busy road

[theloveinc]

When the person who literally has their fave blorbo’s name in their handle likes but doesn’t reblob your content abt that specific blorbo🤕🤕🤕🤕

[innerfare]

I Love You - Part 2 

Summary: Who says I love you first? How do you say it?

Characters: Shanks, Beckman, Crocodile, Mihawk, Corazon, Marco

Genre: Fluff

CW: None // SFW

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Shanks: The two of you have known each other for years before the words ever leave his lips. You’ve been through so much, and you never felt the need to put a label on it. But one night, you’re both swinging in a hammock on a beach, you in his arms and him sipping a bottle of booze, and he says out of nowhere, “you know that I love you, right?” You think he must be drunk but he insists he’s not, telling you it struck him recently that he’d never told you before and he really should in case something happens. He wants you to know how he really feels and how much you mean to him. 

Beckman: He’s always visiting you on your home island, either finding excuses to plot a course straight to you or sneaking away for a few days. It’s only as he’s leaving one evening that it strikes him: he loves you. It takes him a very long time to decide to tell you. Given his lifestyle, a relationship isn’t exactly easy, and he would be putting you in danger should anyone learn your association to him. Plus, he enjoys his freedom. He works it over in his head for months, to the point Shanks even asks him about what’s bothering him, though Beckman doesn’t fess up. But he just can’t get you out of his head. He can’t sleep, he can’t eat, he can’t even focus in a fight. One late night, he returns to his cabin to find Shanks waiting. His captain has puzzled out what has the first mate in such a state, and Shanks tells him to go take care of his business. Beckman agrees and turns up at your doorstep at three in the morning with some flowers he picked on the side of the road because he felt awkward showing up empty handed. You lead him into your kitchen and make him something to drink, thinking something horrible has happened, only for him to confess his love for you. He’s not shy about saying it after that, always making sure to tell you when he greets you and says goodbye, as well as several times in between. 

Crocodile: He despises the word love, would never even utter it except to mock people who use it. He thinks it’s weak, thinks men who profess love are sniveling and pathetic, thus the reason he despises himself for feeling it. The emotion creeps up on him slowly but surely, and he beats it back and bottles it up for as long as he can, staying up late at night with a bottle of whiskey because laying in bed makes him think of you and your mischievous smile. Only when he is locked up in Impel Down does he finally, begrudgingly admit to himself that he feels deep affection for you, which he painfully admits to you one night after he breaks out, bracing himself for you to reject him, laugh at him, or spurn him in any way. When you tell him you feel the same way, he decides that is that and sees no reason to ever repeat it, your mutual and abiding affection one of his most closely-guarded secrets. 

Mihawk: He doesn’t tell you when he feels it, however overwhelming the feeling may be, so you’ll definitely be the one to say it first. This man is the king of unspoken affection. He’d sooner die than draw his sword and cut through all the tension that seems to follow him. That being said, he does say it in other, more subtle ways, primarily referring to you as, “my love,” and leaving it at that. When you finally tell him you love him, he doesn’t even say it back, simply burying his face in your hair and saying, “I’m glad to hear it, my love.” He shocks you by saying it back a few months later, though you don’t say it back, instead pulling him in for a kiss. And it continues like that, only one of you ever saying it, the other responding with affection. 

Corazon: A victim of near insta-love, he knows better than to tell you how he’s feeling when he first meets you. He tells himself to wait a month, and then at the one month mark, it seems premature, so he pushes it to two. Then, he pushes it to three, and then to four, and then to five. He thinks he’s good at hiding it, and normally, he is good at hiding his emotions, but with you, it’s all out in the open. You catch on pretty quickly to how he feels, have even seen him start to form the words only for his face to fall and him to turn away. Eventually, one night, you ask him, “why haven’t you told me you love me yet?” He’s shocked to discover you know the truth, and when you laugh and tell him it was pretty obvious, he laughs, too, his heart soaring when you tell him you feel the same way. He’s overwhelmed by the feeling that he has a family, something he’s been desperately wanting since he was just a little kid. 

Marco: He says it first. He’s loved and lost so many people, formed the family he never had as a kid and lost so many members along the way. And he’s done a measure of living, enough to know that love should never be hidden. So when he realizes he’s in love with you, he swallows all of his fear like a seasoned professional and tells you exactly what’s on his mind the next time you two have a quiet moment alone. He’s soft and gentle in that moment, too, just as he is in all the moments you two share, just the two of you. He says it often, always either turning away or burying his face in your hair when you say it back, overwhelmed with giddiness he’s certain a man of his age and standing should not be feeling.

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[sweetiecutie]

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, fem! reader, smut, blowjob, fingering, proofread but I’m dyslexic so may be mistakes

Omg omg omg imagine being König’s little passengers princess🩷🩷

König is undeniably a big man, so he obviously needs a big car. I think he owns a SUV - pretty and, most importantly, spacious car. It allows him to slouch comfortably in driver’s seat and not sit all crouched down like in most cars, his knees don’t bump in the panel beneath the steering wheel but placed comfortably as they should.

Needless to say that his car is filled with your stuff: numerous lipglosses in the glove compartment, your scarves and shawls laying on the panel behind backseats, small pillow along with fluffy blanket are always in the backseat in case you feel tired and want to lay down. König even found some of your jewelry in the cup holder once!

And he’s such a gentleman! You’re simply not allowed to open the door by yourself! Why would you do that, if you have him?! König will always hold the door open for you, helping you get in and out of the seat, making sure that your dress or coat won’t get stuck clasped by the car door. He’s such a sweetheart, I can’t🥺

You often go for rides together. König is a neat and careful driver - he got his license when he was 18 and since then only got one fine for parking in wrong place. You go to different places - locations with beautiful landscapes not far from your place, going to visit his relatives in another city or just night rides around the Vienna. A lot of dear moments between you two happened in his car - your first kiss, numerous deep talks and countless make out sessions in the backseat which ended up with König absolutely fucking your brains out.

But sometimes long car rides can be hard for you. A few hours on the way, you start feeling uncomfortable. Your booty starts feeling sore from long sitting, lower back aching from awkward angle, feet swelling from lack of muscle movements. And you start whining. About how you’re tired, how sore your whole body is, that you need to use a restroom or that you’re hungry. König coos at your pouting face, glancing at you apologetically, right hand coming to your thigh to rub soothing circles on your soft skin to make you feel slightest bit better, promising to pull off at the next gas station.

König would do anything to soothe his whiny little princess. And if it means getting under her skirt in a middle of the ride and stuffing her pretty pussy full with his fingers - he’ll gladly do it. He’s never said that, but König loves loves loves fingering you while driving. Yes, it distracts him from the road, but the cute little sounds you make while your legs close around his wrist in overstimulation as he mercilessly keeps pumping two fingers in and out of that drooling cunny, thumb pressing tight circles against that needy clit.

During especially long rides, when you’re bored out of your mind and music on the radio makes you feel sick, you find a better way of busying yourself.

One of your nimble hands comes to rest on König’s meaty thing, rubbing strong muscle affectionately. He doesn’t pay much attention to that since you do it all the time, only smiling softly to himself at your touch. Slowly you make your way higher and higher, getting dangerously close to man’s crotch. “Y/n, I’m driving” König would always say in a strict voice, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he keeps his eyes trained on the road ahead. “Yeah, but it’s a highway, you just need to go straight” you discard his complains lightheartedly, already undoing the button and zipper of his jeans.

Soon your mouth is filled up with his throbbing cock, drool running down thick shaft to his balls and you suck and lick on sensitive length, paying extra attention to his leaking tip. König groans and moans above you, thrusting his hips up occasionally, making you choke and gag on his huge dick, tears running down your flushed cheeks. He rests one hand on the back of your head, guiding you gently up and down at the pace that he likes and holding you in place when he shoots a thick load of his cum down your throat so you swallow every single drop of it. And make sure to clean him up with that filthy little mouth after that, he’s driving, after all!

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[sun-kissy]

stars & spaghetti | r.b.

a/n: here i go again, not taking a break 😭 i swear i just needed to write this! thank you @lovemenotts for encouraging me to post it 🫶 i love you lily

tw: eating disorder recovery

Regulus knows where to find you, but he also knows better than to act like he was looking for you with two bowls of food in hand.

“Hey.”

You almost jump at the sound of his voice. You turn around from where you’re sitting on the porch, giving him a small smile. “Hi.”

His heart drops a little when he sees your face, with your sunken eyes and tired expression.

“I didn’t realize you were home already. Did you come through the back?”

He hums an affirmative, sitting down next to you on the steps leading out the house.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watches as you slouch onto the railing on your left, blankly staring out at the road. “How’s your day been?”

Regulus casually twirls his fork into the spaghetti in his bowl before bringing it to his mouth. Maybe he believes he’s being slick, you think, but it’s obvious that he’s got twice his usual serving.

“Today’s been fine, yeah. Just busy. How was work?”

He nods in response, “Good, actually. Mark finally sent me the files I needed to get that huge contract signed, and —” He presses his fork into the pasta again, but this time brings it up to your mouth (hoping you’re too distracted to mind).

His heart drops and how instantly you swerve backwards, almost crashing into the step behind you.

“Reg,” it comes out as a betrayed hiss. You take a shaky exhale before sitting back upright. “I don’t want any; I’ve eaten dinner already.”

“Have you?”

“Yes, I —“

“Then why’s the kitchen completely clean?”

Regulus never takes a harsh tone with you, and he wasn’t going to start now. There’s nothing but quiet, genuine concern in the way he asks. Guilt claws at the back of your throat anyway.

It was one of your worse days; thoughts of excessive calories and not having worked out being all you could think about. You’d stared at yourself in the mirror for what seemed like hours, cursing every flaw of your body and wondering why me.

Without your boyfriend home, it had just felt like there was no reason to fatten yourself.

“Hey,” Regulus mutters, laying his palm facing upwards on your lap. You take it. “You’re getting in your head again.”

“Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, lovely girl.” He reaches out to gently brush a stray hair away from your face. “But do you think you could try to eat something? Please?”

Your heart stops, and it’s like your mind is reeling back into its hiding spot already. No lies on the tip of your tongue.

“It doesn’t have to be a lot, dove, he continues quietly, rubbing your fingers. “Just a few bites. You need fuel, you know.”

Regulus is looking into your eyes with that silent look now, the one which makes you feel like he’d do just about anything to save you from yourself. You don’t think you could ever say no to him.

And it wasn’t like you’d eaten anything today. You were allowed this, for your boyfriend, right?

“Fine.”

He smiles softy and tugs you closer, stamping a kiss to the side of your forehead and picking up the bowl of pasta from beside him. “So, remember that bouquet I bought you last week?”

He starts to make casual conversation as he feeds you, and you do your best to listen. It goes all the way from those flowers were expensive! to maybe we should get a cat — or a new apartment — but NOT a dog.

The food gets lodged in your throat every now and then, but you force yourself to swallow. The ‘full’ feeling starts to creep up on you like your shadow.

Regulus can sense it. “Okay, but why the hell do you like dogs?”

You decide to indulge him and go off on a tangent about the fluffy beasts, which pulls your mind away from its dark corner. The conversation makes the chore of eating easier.

You’re sure he knows what he’s doing, but you’re going to let him anyway.

Before you know it, you’re laughing so hard you don’t even realize the bowl is empty. He stands up to put it away before you get the chance to think too hard about it.

Regulus sits back down next to you. He starts to tell you about the stars, then, and you listen intently. It’s late, but you wouldn’t know what time it is. Time didn’t exist in your little bubble.

At one point you’ve curled into him the furthest you can. Your eyelids are being pulled down by the weight of fatigue, his comforting presence lulling you closer towards sleep.

He thinks you don’t hear it when he murmurs a soft I’m proud of you. You do.

[wileys-russo]

Emily Fox, “we should really get up.” “we should….but we won’t.”, cuddling in bed on lazy morning

lazy dayII e.fox

your girlfriend should have known the moment she woke up that she was a goner.

for one, it was a sunday, and with arsenal playing on a rare saturday afternoon emily had the day off. but despite that had insisted on filling it with an itinerary that extended from breakfast to dinner, and it all started with the first of the five alarms she'd had set.

you knew it normally took at least the first two before she'd get up the morning after a game, body sore and limbs aching after a rough match against aston villa yesterday in which as usual she'd played nearly the full ninety.

which is why you'd argued that the two of you have a lazy day, the plans she'd floated about not needed as you assured her despite the rarity of a sunday off together you were perfectly content just spending it with her.

but with how uncommon it was for the pair of you to have a mutual day off, and an entire day at that, the defender pushed that the pair of you make the most of it.

always chattering randomly about things you wanted to do together emily seemed determined to shove all of them into one gloriously busy day in which it seemed you'd step foot in every corner of london, starting with breakfast and coffee at a cafe you walked past everyday on your way home from work.

you were always sending her photos of the lavish pastries in the front window, knowing just how much your girlfriend appreciated her sweet tooth, yet somehow the two of you had never actually gone there to try any of them.

then came a trip to portabello road market, both you and emily having wanted to go since making the move to london but never actually following through.

that was to be followed by a walk around hyde park, autumn making the paths drowned in shades of burnt oranges, auburn and copper reds as the dead leaves crunched beneath foot.

then emily had been begging you to go to the natural history museum since you'd gone together to the one in new york, the defender forever fascinated with fossils and history you often teased her for it but did find her excitement utterly adorable.

then just when you assumed that was the end of your plans she'd thrown in that she'd booked for the two of you to go to dinner at sexy fish, and then get tiramisu at the small family run italian restaurant at the end of your street which was infamous for having some of the best around.

all in all you were exhausted before your day had even begun but unable to say no to the way the americans eyes lit up as she recounted her plan you couldn't say no, far too head over heels to deny her what she wanted.

however when that first alarm rang, your own lower half aching from last nights...celebrations, you were quick to sit up and click stop, though to your surprise you heard the defender beside you stir.

"morning." came the raspy grumble, hands tugging at your hoodie and pulling you back down into her embrace, inhaling and smiling as your face pressed into her chest, arms wound around and a hand rubbing up and down your back.

"is that rain?" emily broke the bubble of silence you were wrapped up in, pausing as neither of you dared to breathe, sure enough the gentle pitter patter of raindrops splashing against your window sounded, growing heavier with time.

"noo our plans!" the defender whined tiredly making you chuckle. "you do remember that we live in england now babe? and it's autumn? and a day without rain is like a needle in a haystack?" you lifted your head with a smile.

"don't remind me." the girl grumbled, pout locked into her lips as you let out a quiet laugh. "don't! babe its not funny, i have to re-organise our day now." emily huffed but as she tried to reach over for her phone you quickly moved to lay on top of her.

"hey!" she laughed in surprise now as you pinned her arms to the bed. "or we raincheck? if you'll pardon the pun." you winked as she gagged playfully at the dad joke.

"we should really get up." emily encouraged as you smiled coyly. "we should, but we won't." you shook your head as she cocked an eyebrow up at you in amusement. "oh we won't will we?" your girlfriend questioned as you shook your head.

"em, baby its cold, its raining and we have an entire day off. we can have a lie in, order brunch, watch the new season of outer banks, maybe a couch nap?" you wiggled your eyebrows making her smile and yank a hand free, honking at your nose.

"have a lie in, so british!" the brunette teased, shifting herself beneath you as her hands now free snick up the sides of your her hoodie. "lazy day together, and then we can still go to sexy fish later, get some tiramisu-" you ducked your head and kissed softly at her neck between words as she exhaled happily.

"mm, that feels nice." "does it? shame if we got up and i had to stop." you kissed beneath her ear as her eyes closed and her hands squeezed your hips.

"you are dangerously convincing when you want to be." "well you're dating a lawyer miss fox, what else did you expect?"

[veltana]

Stranded - 2

✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~2,3 k

✦ Rating: Mature

✦ Warnings/tags: Grumpy mountain man!Bucky, don't ask me about US geography just go with it, eventual relationship/romance/smut.

✦ Summary: You leave the cabin to escape Bucky's attitude, braving the cold, but it ends up being more than you bargained for.

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The gentle crackling of the wood stove should be soothing. How many times had you dreamed of escaping to a place just like this? And yet, it feels more like the relentless ticking of a clock, counting down. Never in your life have you felt so unwelcome in a place you'd been invited into.

You can hear Bucky in his room not far away, the floor creaking as he walks around, then the springs from his mattress whining as he lays down.

If your clothes dry quickly maybe you can just leave. It would probably be better to sleep in your car and freeze to death than endure spending any more time with Bucky.

The isolation feels understandable to you now. He clearly hates people. But the thing you can't wrap your head around is why he would invite you in and then be disgusted by your company. It's confusing, to say the least.

You busy yourself by making the bed. After you're done you check your clothes but they're still wet. With a sigh, you lay down and pull the covers over you. You can rest your eyes for a few minutes and then maybe the clothes will be dry enough for you to leave.

You wake abruptly to the sound of howling wind and sit up. It's dark outside the windows and quiet from the wood stove. Checking your phone, you see that a couple of hours have passed. Your clothes are probably okay now, but before you can muster the energy to leave the bed, sleep pulls you under once more.

The next time you wake it's from the sound of a door opening. You lay still, listening to Bucky move around the small room, put more logs into the stove, and then go to the kitchen. "Want some coffee?" he asks, his voice cutting through the quiet. You have no idea how he knew you were awake. "Sure," you reply, doing your best to ignore the warmth that blooms in your chest at the sound of his still-sleepy tone. Despite being an asshole, Bucky is very handsome.

As the old machine starts to gurgle and sputter, you get up and look out the window. It's still windy but no more snow than what was already on the ground yesterday, which is a relief. You wouldn't want to be snowed in with the world's biggest grump. On the other hand, people always say hate sex is good. Then you mentally slap yourself for even going there. Bucky would probably agree to touch you if you were dying. Maybe.

As you turn back around you're greeted with the sight of Bucky in the middle of the room with a big block of a phone pressed to his ear. His jeans are tight over his thighs and his henley snug over his shoulders. The scowl seems to be a permanent fixture on his face.

“It's Bucky,” he says into the phone. “Yeah, no I'm fine, do you have a truck available to pick up a stranded car down by the big road?”

The person on the other end chats away and Bucky starts pacing the room.

“No it's not for me, I said I'm fine.” The sigh that comes out of him feels like it comes from his soul. “It's for a… a friend, you could say.” He glances over at you and you shrug. Better to be called a friend than an intruder.

“Hal, I don't have time for this. Do you have a truck available or not?” You watch as his shoulders sag in defeat and you know the answer without him needing to state it. He says a short goodbye before looking over at you.

“Let me guess, no one is available to get my car?” “Not for a few days, it's a small mechanic shop and they're backed up at the moment.”

You don't dare to joke about Bucky being stuck with you for a few more days. Instead, you quickly gather your now-dry clothes and head to the bathroom to change. Hesitantly, you get rid of the warm, oversized hoodie. You fold them and put them on the counter. He's probably gonna burn them once you've left but you don't need to know that.

The cabin smells like coffee and you make yourself a cup that you sip on while tidying up the bed. Bucky hasn't offered any breakfast and you're not gonna ask. The coffee will last you to the car and you have snacks there. He sits by the table with a book and his cup, not acknowledging you.

After you've folded all the linen, you drain your cup, use the bathroom one more time since you're not sure when you'll be able to again, and then start putting on your jacket.

“Where are you going?” Bucky asks, and you look over at him. His scowl is more concerned this time, but it's not enough to change your decision. “To my car.” Bucky glances out the window. “The wind is strong.” You shrug. “I need to get out of here,” you simply say. No need to point out that he’s a terrible host. He answers with a hum.

You're about to thank him for taking you in and giving you food and clothes, but he's absorbed in his book again. So you pull your hood up and head out.

***

Yesterday, you hoped to reach your destination before dark. Now you would rather walk anywhere in the pitch black if the wind would just calm down. Despite your thick jacket and winter boots, you're freezing, but at least you made it to your car.

It looks intact and you get in to get away from the wind. Despite knowing nothing will happen you try the ignition again but the car is still dead. All the way there you fantasized about it magically turning on and you driving out of there, warm and towards a place you'd be welcome.

With numb fingers, you unlock your phone but there is still no signal. Yesterday you decided that walking towards town wasn’t an option, but now it’s the only one you have. And if the opportunity presents itself you’ll be brave and stick out your thumb.

As you stuff more things into your backpack you wonder if this is one of the times where your stubbornness is getting the better of you. Then again, you are socially intelligent enough to know when you're not wanted. You're not sure why your thoughts keep returning to Bucky since you’ve known him for less than 24 hours. And known is to word it strongly. Barely interacted with is more like it.

You close the trunk of your car with a bang and start walking. Maybe the annoyance at yourself will keep you warm because the wind has not gotten any warmer. The road is as deserted as when you first got stranded. You try to keep a lookout for cars but you constantly have to put your head down as you walk forward.

Time passes but you're not sure how long you've walked or how far you've gotten. If you turn around and you can still see your car, you're gonna lay down and just die, because it feels like you've been walking for hours. The snacks you had in the car weren't nearly enough and you're starting to get hungry. What you wouldn't give for a taste of Bucky’s hot soup.

You feel like you're in a cartoon, thought bubbles with his name and face popping up above your head constantly and you want to wave them away. But you're so cold, tired, and hungry. The ground at the side of the road sure is looking inviting for a nap.

Despite better judgment, you stop. Your legs ache and feel like jelly. Tears burn your eyes because you're mad at yourself for being so stubborn. And mad at Bucky for being an asshole.

You have to keep walking. It's the only way. But you don't want to. You want to sit down.

The ground is cold and hard, but also somehow soft. Soft enough to want to lie down. You can just rest your eyes for a few minutes then you'll get back up and walk again.

A deep sigh escapes you as your body relaxes into the hard surface and suddenly you start to feel warm again.

***

It isn’t like Bucky cares where you are. At least that's what he tells himself. You said you were going to your car, he thought to get something. He could have driven you but he just wanted to start his day slow and have his coffee before running out.

Since you aren't back, he assumes you got the car going.

The sat phone goes off and startles him as he sits deep in thought.

“Hey, it's Hal! I managed to get a tow for your friend's car, I have it by the shop but it's gonna be a few days until we can get to it, is that alright?”

“She isn't with you?” Bucky asks and deep lines form between his eyebrows.

“Eh, no, the car was empty. Wait, did you have a—”

Whatever Hal is about to say gets cut off as Bucky hangs up. You weren't by the car, but you're still not back. So where are you?

A tinge of panic rises in Bucky's chest, a feeling he refuses to analyze more at this moment. He heads for the door, unsure what he's gonna do, but he needs to go out and look for you.

“I’m so fucking stupid,” he tells himself as he starts his car. “She's found someone to catch a ride with. She doesn't want you to look for her. She doesn't care about you, so why should you care about her?”

But still, he drives slowly so as not to miss anything.

***

The sound of a car door slamming shut starts you awake. Fuck, you missed an opportunity to hitch a ride, is all you can think, and you try to sit up, open your eyes, and speak but your body is slow and sluggish. Then you hear a familiar voice. “What the fuck are you doing?”

In the next moment, you feel yourself being lifted. With great effort you manage to open your eyes and see the one man you'd hoped never to run into again. He places you in his truck, buckling you into the seat, before rounding it and getting in, not saying a word before turning on the empty road and heading back the way you came.

“No,” you press out hoarsely. “What were you doing?! Trying to walk to the nearest town?!” “Mmhm,” you answer and lean your head back. You're still tired and hungry, but the car is pleasantly warm. “How can you be so stupid? It's a two-hour drive!” You want to answer that you couldn't stay but all the energy has left your body so you just shrug.

It feels like you're back at the cabin in no time, as if you didn't make any headway on your walk at all.

Bucky reaches over to unbuckle you and carries you up to the cabin, putting you on the floor in front of the wood stove.

As he's putting more logs into the stove your head starts to spin, and a second later you’re lying on your side, having tipped over from the vertigo. “For fuck's sake!” Bucky growls. “Dizzy,” you manage to croak. “Just lay there until I've warmed up some soup,” he says and walks away. The heat from the fire makes sweat form on your brow, still bundled as you are in your thick jacket. You fumble to take it off, but your fingers won't cooperate. In record time, Bucky has a bowl of yesterday's soup on the floor next to you, and you've managed to get the zipper down a few inches.

With surprising care, far more than you expect, he gently helps you sit up and unzips your jacket, then assists with your boots as well. As he grabs your hand you can feel the stark difference between your cold fingers and his warm skin. No wonder you couldn't move the zipper.

After, he scooches in behind you so that his legs bracket your body, keeping you upright, before picking up the bowl and holding it in front of you. “I'm not feeding you, just be careful,” his grumpy voice says.

The spoon shakes as you pick it up, you lean forward at the same time to not spill anything. It's slow but it works. Feeling returns to your fingers, making them tingle and hurt. The food tastes amazing, but that's maybe because you're famished. It takes some time to finish the bowl, but once you do, you feel pleasantly full. There's a light, almost drunken sensation from how good you feel—warm, cared for, and nestled between the legs of a handsome man. All you have to do is overlook the minor detail that he happens to despise you. Why would he come and get you? You don't understand. Maybe he was headed somewhere else and happened to see you. But then again, why stop? You don’t mean anything to him.

“Why'd you stop?” you find yourself asking. The flames dance in front of you and you resist the urge to lean back into Bucky. There is no answer, just like you expect, and maybe that’s for the better.

Despite it still being early evening, you sigh and say, "I'm tired," as you push yourself up. Heading toward the couch, you sway on your feet, but Bucky is right behind you. It isn't until you're halfway there that you realize he's gently steering you toward his bedroom instead.

Too tired to question or analyze the situation, you head straight to bed. Your last thought is that you aren’t dying, but Bucky still touched you willingly.

[86espresso]

Hurt comfort prompt 10 with Luke?? because I too am a whore for hurt comfort 🤭🤭🤭🤭

hihihi 🤭 thank you for requesting ! 🩷

☯︎ “just- just hold me for a second”

OKAY, so, maybe you’re making a big deal out of it. But that didn’t mean that Luke should just ignore your needs.

Lazy mornings were a favorite between the two of you, and Jack wasn’t home either, so you wanted to get some time tangled up with Luke and just lay there with him.

But, he woke up first. And went straight to playing one of his ps5 (??) games and you were pissed. It was probably because you just woke up, but you wanted his attention, bad, and because he wasn’t giving it to you, you flipped.

And now you’re muttering to yourself, ignoring Luke’s eyeroll at the way you stormed out of his bedroom to make yourself coffee.

“Babe, just give me five more minutes. We can cuddle all you want later.”

You promptly ignore him and continue on your business around the kitchen.

The facade didn’t last long. You tripped and fell; on water that Jack for sure forgot to clean up.

You groan as you felt the slow forming bruise on your hip and mentally curse Jack. And Luke cant even hear your thump and groan because he has his stupid headphones in. But you were tearing up at the pain, so taking the high road once wouldn’t hurt your ego that much.

You limp over to Luke’s room and open his door , leaning against it to get his attention. He looks over at you and his face etches in concern at your pained expression. His headphones are off.

“Got hurt.” You gesture to your hip. You watch skeptically as he pats his lap, urging you to come over and sit. You do it anyway, at least you have his attention now. You adjust yourself on his lap, sitting sideways so your back is against his armrest.

“Where?” He murmurs, using his finger to wipe a stray tear on your waterline. You lift your shirt to show him your hip and the redness at the area. He inspects it with his eyes before softly pressing down on the area. “Here?”

You hiss and grip his bare shoulder. “Yeah, there.”

“Shit, m’sorry, baby.” He holds your hand that’s gripping his shoulder and looks at you apologetically, if he’d just been with you all morning, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

“Can I go get you pain meds?” He starts to maneuver you but you you stop him.

“Maybe later? Just- just hold me for a second.”

Luke’s heart twists at your words, realizing that the stupid game wasn’t worth it. Any of it. You shouldn’t have gotten hurt and he should’ve just given you what you wanted. But you weren’t upset with him, because you leaned closer and hugged yourself to his bare chest, the both of you staying there for a while.

[aemondapologistfrfr]

The Family Disappointments - Pt3

modern!aegon x fem!reader 

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: When leaving for your date you two run into an unexpected guest. The day that Aegon has planned for you exceeds your expectations. 

Warnings: 18+ swearing, drinking, oral(m receiving), p in v, unprotected, car/public sex, mans is needy fr

Authors Note: n e ways my feelings for this man are ridiculous and it’s hard for me to stay silent 🧍🏼‍♀️ 

Word Count: 3.2k

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I wake up trying to push the covers off of me when I realize it’s just Aegon curled on one side of me and Sunfyre on the other. I run my fingers over both of their heads and they slowly start to stir. Sunfyre stretches and hops off the bed and Aegon just pulls me in closer. I chuckle trying to squirm out of his embrace but he just tightens his grip. 

“I’m hot,” I whine trying to wiggle out. 

“You are.” he mumbles into my chest taking my words a different way. I sigh slowly attempting to turn us over. Once he’s beneath me I breathe out relieved of the cool air against my back. 

“We should get up anyways.” he groans pulling me off of him and I roll my eyes at the work I just exuded turning him when he was just going to get up. “We have a full day, I’m gunna change.” 

I stretch out in the bed and watch him as he walks to his closet. He slides on a pair of well fitting black trousers that rest low on his hips. He looks so devastatingly handsome even in this state. Fuck, I’m down bad. He grabs a black button up and I lay back in the bed and admire him. 

“Get dressed.” he smirks to me as he starts to slide on a couple rings. 

“Aegon,” my voice wrecked as I look him over. 

“No, we have a date.” he turns back to the closet and throws me my black dress. 

I sigh standing with the dress gripped in my hand. I slip it on not caring to put anything on underneath. He dips down and picks out a pair of heels for me and leads me back to sit on the bed. He kneels before me slipping them on and places small kisses up my leg. I run my fingers through his hair slightly tousling it before I rise and pull him up with me. 

“Where to?” I smile as he places a kiss on my lips. 

“The garage.” he kisses my nose before pulling me out of his room. We begin to walk to the elevator when I hear a familiar voice. 

“Mother?” I furrow my brows at my mother who’s sitting across from Alicent. 

“Don’t you two look darling.” Alicent coos standing up along with my mother. 

“Where are you two going?” my mother offers Aegon a smile. 

“It’s a surprise.” Aegon turns and smiles at me. 

“What are you doing here?” I look to my mother confused. 

“Once I figured out who you were spending so much time with I decided it would be best if got to know his mother. We seemed to just be one person short of being in the same network.” she turns and smiles to Alicent. Of course they would get along. 

“Well, we have to go.” I smile turning and Aegon is on the same page already pulling me towards the elevator. 

“Wait,” Alicent calls out. 

“We’re late!” Aegon tosses out as the elevator doors shut. 

“That was fucking weird.” I turn to Aegon with a furrowed brow.

“None of our business today.” he shakes his head. “Today is about us.” he smiles kissing me lazily. 

The elevator doors open and we wait for his car to be brought. He opens the door for me and slips in the drivers seat and he has us in traffic in moments. His hand on my thigh sends shivers through me as his cold rings press into my skin. My fingers trace against his as he squeezes my thigh smiling at me. 

“You look amazing today.” I turn licking my lips. 

“Thank you, my love.” he hums as he glances at me. 

“I’m literally wet looking at you.” I watch his throat bob. 

“We’re almost to our first stop.” he tells himself more than me as I see his white knuckles on the wheel. “And we do have a time to meet.” he turns to me with pink cheeks. 

“Gods when you blush Aegon,” I giggle shaking my head. 

“Stop,” his cheeks get even more red as he turns his full focus on the road. He pulls us into the parking lot of the domed gardens and I immediately sit up looking up at them. “Have you been here?” he hums as he parks the car. 

“I haven’t since I was young.” I shake my head. 

“Well we’re having breakfast here, although I think they’ll consider it lunch.” he chuckles getting out of the car. He opens my door and offers me his hand which I accept with a smile.  

“We can still call it breakfast.” I smile leaning into him. 

He opens the door and the hostess immediately brings us to a secluded table. Servers bustle around the table pouring two chutes of sparkling wine and leaving the bottle on ice. They place fresh pastries and croissants in front of us and take their leave. I sip my wine and turn to Aegon. 

“Do you like it so far?” he nibbles his lip nervously. 

“Very much, I didn’t expect this.” I look around at the vines around us and the gardens on the other side of the glass. 

We pick at our pastries and sip our wine silently admiring one another. After we finish the bottle we rise giggling and he pulls me to him and we start to stroll through the gardens. We stop and take pictures with big smiles and red cheeks as we make it into the next dome. We spend the next hour leisurely walking and stealing kisses from one another letting the wine wear off. 

“Come we have another place to go.” he helps me into the car and has us back on the streets quickly. 

I watch the city pass by his car and scold the butterflies in my stomach at the thought of the man next to me. I turn towards him and drink in his features. He starts to pull us into an underground parking garage and he twines our fingers as we make our way to the elevator. When the doors slide open I smile seeing the art gallery. 

“You like art?” I turn to him and smile. 

“I like you.” my cheeks heat at his words. 

“I’d do a lot of things to you if we weren’t in public for saying that.” I whisper into his ear and he chuckles kissing my cheek leading me deeper into the gallery. 

We walk around with our arms linked looking over the different tapestries and paintings. We whisper to each other about pieces we enjoy or joke that we could paint something like that after a night out. Walking around with him feels so comfortable and natural. We finish in the last exhibit and begin to make our way back to the garage. 

“Well I overestimated how long we would be there so we have some time before dinner.” he looks over to me from the drivers side. “What do you wanna do?” 

“Push your seat back.” his eyes darken as he slides back. I lean over and start to undo his belt and he starts on his button and zipper and has himself freed in seconds. I lean down and encase him in my lips. He groans and I feel his hand start to bunch up my dress trying to find my wetness. I hum around him as his fingers dig into my ass. 

“Ride me.” he pulls me off of him by my hair and I groan as I sit up. 

I cross over the console and straddle him. I slide down on him and we both let out whimpers. I grind back down on him and rest my head on his shoulder. His hands grip my hips as he moves me up and down. I lean back and capture his lips as we find our release together. I slide off of him as we both try to catch our breath as we settle into our seats once more. 

“You are fucking perfect.” he turns to me and places a kiss on my cheek before shifting the car into drive and getting us back on the road. As he pulls up to one of my all time favorite restaurants I turn to him with a wide smile. 

“They carry our wine here.” I turn to him before he gets out to open my door. He hands the keys to the valet and walks me into the restaurant. I moan as I take in the exquisite smells as we’re pushed back to a private table. Servers are pouring glasses of water and wine before my chair is even pushed in. They leave bread on the table and leave us. 

“What’s wrong?” I hum grabbing his hand to stop him from picking his nails. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever taken anyone out on a proper date before and I don’t want to fuck it up.” he nibbles his lip. 

“You’ve been nothing short of perfect today, Aegon.” I reassure him with a smile. 

“You’re not just saying that cause I made you come?” I stifle my giggle at his words because I know he’s genuinely worried that I’m not enjoying this date for whatever reason. 

“I expected you to make me come but what I didn’t expect was the breakfast in the gardens followed by trailing around an art gallery. Then you taking me to my favorite restaurant that carries our wine.” I still can’t believe he planned all of this. “Aegon this might be the most perfect date.” I raise my glass to him and smile taking in his tinted cheeks. 

“I still have more planned after this.” he softly clinks his glass against mine. 

“I cannot wait to see what you have us do next.” I sip my wine leaning back to admire him. Dinner is filled with heated looks and whispered promises of what’s to come when we go home later. Servers bring out different courses all while making sure our glasses never empty. He hands the waitress his card and we’re walking out the front door moments later. As he takes us through the streets I chuckle as he pulls into his garage. 

“Was your plan just to take me home?” I turn to him. 

“We’re not going home home.” he smiles getting out and pulling me with him to the elevator. “We’re going up.” he smiles as we begin our ascent to the roof. 

“More wine?” I smile pulling him over to me so so can kiss his neck. 

“Anything you want, my pretty girl.” I hum at his words. 

“I wanna call you that,” I pull back. “My pretty boy.” I kiss all over his face as he laughs holding me tightly. We step out into the night air and I smile looking up at the stars. 

“Where is everyone?” I tilt my head confused. 

“I sent them home. This is ours for the rest of the night.” he smiles tugging me over to the bar. 

“What will you have?” he smiles as he steps behind the bar. 

“Strongest shot you have, make it two.” I smile watching him reach for the top shelf. 

“What’s a beautiful girl like you doing here all alone?” his eyes flash to mine playfully setting two glasses down in front of me. 

“I’m looking for someone.” I push one of the glasses back over to him. 

“Describe this someone to me and I’ll see if I can help you.” he licks his lips before downing the shot with me. 

“Oh he’s terribly handsome,” I sigh shaking my head. “Longer hair, tragically beautiful eyes,” I trail off looking to his red cheeks. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen anyone like that.” he fills up our glasses again. 

“Maybe you’ve heard of him? I think his name is Aegon and fucks as if it’s the last time.” I take the shot. “Gods when he’s between my thighs,” I let out a small moan and he’s coming around the bar instantly. 

“What about me between your thighs?” his hand trails up my legs pulling my dress up.

“I’ve never come harder in my life.” I sigh as his fingers trail against my slit. “Aegon,” I gasp as he captures my lips. 

“Let’s go have some wine.” he chuckles removing his hands from me. I pout and he tugs me to the center of the roof and I see lights and candles lit all around with blankets thrown everywhere. There’s two glasses and a couple bottles of our wine spread out with finger foods. 

“Are you kidding?” my voice hushed as I look around. 

“Do you not like it?” he turns to me with worry painted across his face. 

“No I love it.” I shake my head at a loss. I pull him into me and kiss him feverishly. I feel him relax and melt into me. “Fuck the wine.” I mumble against his lips as I palm him over his pants. 

He groans into my mouth and starts to unbuckle his belt. The second his zipper is down I’m pushing my hand in. I wrap around his hard length and he jerks his hips into me. He roughly pulls up my dress sliding his fingers through my wetness. I whine as he slips his fingers into me while I trail my thumb over his leaking slit. We’re messes in each other’s arms until we crumble to the blankets below us. 

My dress is bunched up around my waist and his pants are low on his hips allowing his length to spring free. He pushes in and we moan together. I hold onto him tightly as he slowly pumps into me. Every thrust pulls a soft whimper from my lips. His hair tickles my neck as he kisses and whispers into my ear. 

“Never leave me, my pretty girl. Stay with me. Please.” his voice is wrecked as we give each other pleasure. My pleasure pours through me leaving me gasping as I feel him still and fill me while leaving soft whimpers into my neck. We curl into one another breathing deeply while admiring. He sits up and opens both bottles and hands one to me. I sit up drinking from the bottle as he does the same. 

“Did you enjoy the date?” he asks before drinking from the bottle again. 

“Words can’t describe how much I enjoyed today.” I hum letting the sweet wine trickle down my throat. 

“Enough for you to move in with me?” he asks timidly before taking another drink for courage. 

“What about if we moved out.” I tilt my head biting my lip. 

“Like our own place?” he sets the bottle down. 

“Yeah. Me, you, and Sunfyre.” I nod my head smiling. 

“Don’t joke about this.” he his tone serious while his eyes study me. 

“I’m not.” I shake my head. “Let’s find a place, I’m serious.” I scoot towards him. 

“Will you stay with me here until we find a place we like?” he pulls me closer. 

“If you make more room for my clothes, yes.” I reach up and kiss him softly. 

“You don’t think it’s too fast?” he mumbles against my lips before pulling me on top of him. 

“Who cares.” I pull back and kiss down his jaw.  We fall back into the blankets once more molding our bodies as one. Once the breeze starts to become too much we take our wine and head back to his floor. We stumble into his room in a fit of giggles. I take my bottle of wine to go gaze out the city windows. I sigh when I finish it and place it on the ground. I feel Aegon come up behind me as he presses me against the windows. 

“Aegon,” I whine as the cool glass seeps through my dress. 

“Hm?” he chuckles pushing my legs open with his. 

I shudder as he pulls my dress off and presses me back against the window. I push back into him as I feel his skin and length pressed into my back. His hands roam over my front fondling my breasts. His rings have even more of a bite than the cold glass in front of me. One of his hands slides down and brushes against my bundle of nerves. 

“Please,” I breathe out chasing his fingers. 

“What do you want, pretty girl?” he kisses across my neck. 

“I wanna come around you.” I plead pushing back into him. I cry out as he slides into me pressing me against the glass. My eyes roll back at the heat he’s pouring into me with the contrast of the coolness on my front. My cheek slides against the glass as whimpers pour from my mouth. 

“I could put you in an art gallery as you are now. Fucking perfect.” his hips roll into mine as his name falls from my mouth. 

I feel my pleasure start to build as I push my hips back into him. His hand travels down my navel and swirls around my bud. My fingers smear down the glass as I reach for anything to hold on to. My nails dig into his arm as my high washes through me. He continues to pump into me as I pulse around him. 

“Fuck you always feel so good.” he grunts into my ear. He pulls out and hauls me over to the bed. He pushes me face down and I giggle as I lift myself out of the blankets. My giggles are replaced with a moan as he pushes into me with his hands digging into my hips. I bury my head into the pillows as I cry out. 

“Let me hear you.” he leans down over me to turn my head while slowly pumping into me. Whimpers pour from my mouth as he snaps his hips into me. He lifts up again and starts a fast pace that has me fisting the blankets. With every grind of his hips my legs threaten to give out. 

“Yes, Aegon,” I cry as my pleasure slams through me. His hips snap into mine once more as I feel warmth spread through me. He collapses on the blankets next to me bringing me into a lazy kiss. 

“We can just stay in bed and fuck all day now.” he mumbles against my lips. 

“We already do that.” I chuckle brushing my nails through his hair. 

“Yeah but it’s different.” his eyes shut as he leans into my touch. 

“Whatever you say, pretty boy.” I kiss him before we cuddle under the covers.

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Part 4

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[the-fiction-witch]

Breathless

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Flirty Af

Warning: Medical emergency / Asthma Attack

I woke, as I typically did with a sharp fast gasp. immediately I heard the wheeze in my chest like a pair of old moth-eaten bellows. I sighed and turned to my bedstand opening the little rosewood box and hearing the gentle tune of the music box inside plaid as soon as I opened it I grabbed one of the prerolled cigarettes shutting the box again and saw the candle on my bedside table still burning so I set the tip in the flame until it began to smoulder so I laid down on my back slowly but surely taking a deep inhale and blowing the resulting smoke across my ceiling. It fixed it as much as it ever did so I finished up and set the end in my little metal box with many others. 

"There's my sweet girl!" My father gleamed as he entered my bedroom with a wide smile 

"Good Morning Father," I smiled sitting up in my bed 

"It is a fantastic morning, A perfect morning for our party!" He cheered going to open my curtains to let in the sunshine 

I smiled as much as I could force, I knew this was important to him and I wanted only to be supportive. 

"I have a gift for you" He smiled tapping my nose playfully He clicked his fingers towards the door and the maid scurried in with a large box in hand, he took the box from her and set it on the bed opening the box up pulling out from the tissue and ribbon a sweet expensive new dress.

It was beautiful, A long off-the-shoulder dress of a sweet fabric a light pale pink with vertical strips of purple, and white lace at its hem, neckline and lace elbow-length sleeves with a black ribbon at its waist. It was utterly beautiful and would not have been cheap for my father to buy. but I began to panic as I looked at it seeing the ribbon and how small it was.  

I knew my father, he meant well but he always did this and always it made me fearful.

But I forced a smile "Thank you Father" I said giving his cheek a kiss 

"You're welcome, Now come along guests begin to arrive soon" He said rushing off to make preparations. 

I sighed climbing from my bed, I went and had a nice hot bath laying in the warm water for longer than I should just because it seemed to soothe my chest but I soon climbed out and went to my window in my towel looking out to the gardens.

My father was a very wealthy businessman in port with a lot of dealings coming and going in shipping, of course, our house was lustrous and grand second only to the governors only a few miles up the road, but the governor could not hold a candle to my father's gardens, well known in the area and beyond for the grandiose and beauty of the many exotic flowers and plants from all over the world, He took great pride in the garden and this combined with his utter love fort entertaining. Meant we had an awful lot of garden parties. 

Today was no exception my father was hosting a garden party and had invited everyone who could be imagined. He adored parties being an utter social butterfly, I however was more of an.... antisocial bookworm not much wanting to go but knowing word would spread if I didn't attend my father's own parties. It didn't much help my looming age knowing at the back of my mind certain men had been invited not due to my father really wanting them at the party but my father realizing they could be a good match for me so invited them in the hope one would catch my interest. But I know I am a very lucky girl, Many fathers would be insisting by now or would have wedded their daughter off for a business deal. But My father was a decent man and had always promised me I could choose my husband, that I could marry for love no matter who it would be. He felt he couldn't deny me what he and my mother had. 

I went to my mirror and began to dress, I pulled my white stockings up to my thighs adjusting them so the little lilac bows would sit forward, I pulled my long cotton underdress over my body tugging it down as far as it would go, by then my maid arrived and I gulped as she picked up my cream corset. I simply watched the mirror doing my best to not panic as she wrapped it around me and began to lace the back, I did my best to keep my breaths slow and steady but that wasn't exactly easy until finally she finished with the back, she pinned the ribbons in place and turned me to face her so she could pull the ribbons to the front to lace it again leaving me squeezed as much as possible 

"How much more?" I gasped already feeling breathless 

"Not much more Miss." she said "Pencil thin is the London style miss" She reassured

"I am not a pencil. I am a lady." I argued half of me was joking the other half was serious. 

Finally, she tied the last bow and removed the pin in the back as there was now no give in the ribbon at all, she took my crinoline the large wicker bird cage-looking thing that always made me smile a little tieing it simply around my waist and she helped me to slip on my dress, it was beautiful and I did feel very pretty even if again the lacing began as she all but sewed me into the dress ensuring it would be as close to me as possible. Not being helped by my father's purchase choices. 

"Alright miss?" she asked as she finished the last bow 

"Yes. Thank you" I lied, finally she helped me into my shoes and left to attend the party. "Women in London must have learnt not to need to breathe" I sighed I sat at my vanity and did what little make-up I bothered with before finally taking my hair from the tight braid I had done last night allowing it to now be in sweet curls. Once done I looked out to the window again seeing people had already gathered for the party so I grabbed my lace fan and my parasol and headed down to the gardens. 

"Ahhh My goodness an angel!" My father joked as he saw me "You look beautiful" He smiled 

"Thank you Father" I smiled 

"Go on then, Mingle I'll check in on you later," He told me ushering me deeper into the party, I did my rounds parasol in hand often batting my fan to try and get some air down my throat doing my best to greet and be pleasant with people. 

As I made the rounds I took note of those who were here already spotting a few men my father would have invited purely in the hopes of grabbing my attention but as I walked to a less populated area of the garden I took a seat for a moment on the stone bench I spotted a similar soul. 

He stood by one of the statues away from the main business of the party, dressed in his usual way but cleaned up a little better, he seemed awkward unsure why he was here, out of place in this bussle. I felt for him of course and for a moment even I wasn't sure why he was here. But then I recalled seeing Dr Sneed on my walk around the party and I know how my father thinks, my father would have invited Dr Sneed because he is his doctor and thus not inviting his own doctor to his party would be rude, and of course then in my fathers mind he must also invite Dr Dawkins for if he invited Sneed and Not Dawkins that too would have been rude. Honestly, I'm surprised he took up the invitation. For a moment we caught eyes and he offered me a small smile so I did my best to do so back. 

“You alright my sweet?’ my father asked as he approached sitting beside me

“Yes, just wanted a moment from all the excitement” I smiled

‘ahh well come along we are to begin the walk” he smiled to me taking my hand and soon enough the walk began, this was typical of every party my father would lead a walk around the gardens explaining almost every flower and plant giving a tour to the guests of course most ate it up but I slowly but surely slinked away until I was at the very back of the walk where I again found Dr Dawkins.

“Good day doctor”

“Good day miss y/l/n, does your father always do this?’

“Yes” I chuckled moving my parasol slightly higher as to protect him too

“AHH thank you” he smiled moving a little closer to be under the protection of the lace from the blistering sun

“Quite alright” I answered “what brings you to the party?”

“Your father invited me. Wasn't going to bother but something to do I suppose’ he chuckled

“I guess. I rather find it all tedious”

“well we agree on some things’ he chuckled “I have to admit though your dress is utterly stunning”

“Thank you doctor’ I blushed a little but had to fan myself quickly as I felt slightly breathless from the walking

“Ohh don't worry pleatenties of the party you can just call me jack” he smiled

“ohh that's very sweet, thank you jack’ I smiled “then y/n I insist”

“Why thank you, My god is he going to take us past every plant?” He whispered

“That he is” I smiled

“Any particular reason?’

‘its his pride. He adores his garden above all else?”

“Even you?’

“I don't know, I should hope not but I wouldn't be surprised’

“Why? Why would be focus so much on his garden and not his daughter?”

“He promised my other that her beloved garden would always bloom, she died only a few days later” I explained

“Ohh forgive me y/n I-”

“It's alright, he can be… overboard at times” I said doing my best to slow and catch my breath

“Are you alright?’ he asked

“Yes forgive me-”

“No no it's alright, are you sure? You seem lost for breath?’ he said carefully taking my arm

“I'm fine” I answered as I gasped trying hard not to wheeze or cry anything that might draw attention to myself he seemed panicked I tried again and gasp but it just wasn't working and I almost went over

“Whoa. I'm taking you inside’ he said quickly putting an arm around me and taking me quickly back to the house I dropped my parasol and fan as soon as I got in the door trying desperately to get my breath in “which way to your room?”

“This way” I gasped now beginning to cough and wheeze loudly taking his hand and leading him to my room as soon as I was inside I leant on my ottoman trying desperately to get some air into my lungs as he shut the door and came over

“Are you short of breath?”

“Yes” I gasped surely that was obvious

“try to breathe slow for me if you can” he asked and I did my best but that only made me wheeze louder

“Take off your dress.” He said

“I beg your pardon Dr Dawkins!’ I argued

“I need to examine you take off your dress” he said

“I cannot” I answered between gasps

“I'm a doctor I won't look y/n but I need to exmaine you” he said

“No I cannot. My maid she-”

“She's sewn you into the dress?” he asked and I nodded “alright” he said slipping off his jacket and grabbing a small knife from his pocket “I'll be as careful as I can” he said slowly using the blade to cut where my dress had been stitched by my maid until finally it released I quickly stepped away and pushed the dress off me as well as my crinoline immediately I felt a little better as I looked forward letting out slow breaths I caught sight of jack in my mirror he lied to me. He was looking. But I felt still so breathless that I tumbled onto my ottoman ‘whoa whoa! I got you. I got you.” He reassured only just catching me making me sit on the ottoman “I need to remove your corset”

“Doctor!”

“I have to remove it” he said coming to face me starting to unlace my corset ties quickly with his nimble fingers “out of curiosity. How'd your mother die?”

“Respiratory failure” I gasped and he looked up to me seeming panicked

“How old was she?”

“Twenty nine”

“Christ - for - god-” he grunted trying to deal with the knots and loops and ties in my corset until finally he unlaced the front and tried to pull it off but of course it didn't move he looked confused so I moved his hand to my back and he moved behind me seeing of course all the lacing on the back ‘oh you gotta be kidding me!’ he complained “they really didn't want you of this dress.’ he said fighting with the ties before “fuck it!’ he complained grabbing his knife again and cutting though the lacing managing to force the whole corset off me and that helped considerably “there we go.” He said a lift proud of himself “nice and slow let me listen” he said for a moment looking around the room clearly for something to use to listen but “I don't have my tools uhhh okay. Guess we have to do this the old fashioned way” he said sitting on the ottoman with me lifting my underdress up to expose my bare back I glanced in the mirror again and saw his cheeks slightly deeper with red his eyes glancing down from my neck all the way to the ottoman before he moved closer resting his head on my back to press his ear to my skin “nice and slow for me. Just breathe with me In. And out. In and back out” he said and I did my best to breath with him even if I ended up coughing and wheezing as he walked me through a few long breaths “how long have you been like this?” He asked as he pulled back moving so I could see his face letting go of my underdress

“Forever”

“I get the feeling you need to tell me something.” He said

“I'm asthmatic. Have been as long as I can remember.” I answered

“That certainly explains a lot” he said “when did a doctor tell you?”

“I was nine.”

“I take it your mother was too?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, how are you managing it? What do you have to take when you get like this?” He asked

“The box on my bedside table” I told him still struggling he got up and went to the box seeming confused

“What are these?”

“Asthma cigarettes. Prof prescribed them” I answered

“You smoke!’ he argued

“On doctors instructions yes.” I answered

“Are you mad!”

“There not tobacco there thorn apple leaves there meant to help” I said

He sighed begrudgingly bringing one over so I took it and lit it on a candle sitting for a few moments slowly inhaling it all

He brushed the smoke away from his face a moment before rather angrily speaking “he's mad.”

“It helps.”

“So would you sitting not moving for the ten minutes it took you to smoke that” he argued “but that dress wasn't helping in the slightest why on earth did they lace you in that corset so much?”

“It's the style apparently. Plus I needed to”

“Why?”

“...father buys all my dresses two sizes smaller then I am. I have to double lace the corset for a hope of even getting in them

“Why would he do that?”

“He means well. He thinks if he buys all my clothes too small it's… encouraging”

“Encouraging? I hate to ask but when did you last eat anything?”

“...four days ago.”

“Okay, that is also not going to be helping.” He said

“Yeah well you try fitting into a dress with a twenty one inch waist” I pouted

“I think he's trying to kill you.” He joked “you feel a bit better now?”

“Yes. Thank you jack”

“You're welcome. How often do you get attacks like that?”

“once a week or so.”

“Does your father know?”

“Somewhat. I don't always tell him the whole truth”

“Would you be against coming to the hospital?”

“What?”

“I am not confident about leaving you alone tonight. If you agree I'll talk to your father take you to the hospital I'll keep you under observation myself.”

“Why?”

“.... I fear this may be worse then just a simple attack y/n”

“I don't want to worry my father. he's fearful enough as it is”

“Then which would you rather? He be a little worried a stressed as you spend the night in hospital in my care or he comes in here and finds you dead in your bed tomorrow morning because I'm pretty sure which one will upset him more.”

“One night?”

“One night. Under observation.”

“Alright jack”

“Thank you y/n” he smiled giving my hand a kiss “just rest i'll go see your father” he said as he got up and headed out of my room.

Eventually he arrived with my father in tow and the two discussed as my maid packed me some items and my father called us a carriage, I changed into my loosest dress doing my best not to show my father my struggles

“Perhaps Dr sneed would be better he is my doctor he's taken such food care of me” he began

“Dr sneed is very busy he won't have time and what she needs is observations now I have the time to do so”

“Keep me posted won't you?”

“I promise.”

“You'll take care of her doctor?”

“Absolutely, I promise she'll be back right as rain”

“Alright, I'll see you soon sweetheart” he smiled kissing my head before he slowly and tenderly let my hand go giving it to jack, he smiled to me squeezing my hand and leading me slowly to the carriage luckily the party never even noticed but as i sat down my father pulled jack close to him. “Anything happens to her. It's your head.”

“Yes sir” he nodded before climbing into the carriage with me.

[simpsdept]

Hey, can I request a Yandere Lute x Female! Demon! Reader? (with smut)

• y'know that battle at the hotel during extermination day? Can Lute kidnap the reader while they are distracted with other exorcists and take them away through the portal to heaven? Then she drags them to a bedroom in heaven and proceeds to fuck the reader roughly (maybe with oral, sex toys, fingering)

P.S I love your writing

A/n: yea! And I’m glad you’re enjoying it! Most of the lute requests I’ve gotten from others are forced sex (AKA Rape). But I write it so that’s fine. Just don’t read if you don’t feel comfortable!

I DO NOT SUPPORT RAPE OR YANDERE IRL

(P.S, I’m not sure if this would be before or after she lost her arm, so I made it after)

Yandere lute x female reader smut

Words: 2k

“Stupid Sinner”

Warnings: rape, toys, forced oral, oral, Yandere, blood(light), fingering, kidnapping, abuse, gay sex, name calling, slight praise??, biting, sobbing, Dacryphilia

It was a bloody battle. Exorcists flying here and there, trying to kill off the citizens from cannibal town and your friends. You were friends with Charlie and the others, as you’ve taken a spot at the hotel on the “road to redemption”.

You managed to kill off some of the exorcists, determined to save and protect the hotel and all your friends. Little did you know a certain exorcist has been watching your every move. Lute. You’ve heard a little about her from Charlie, knowing Lute is Adam’s right hand girl. Though you didn’t pay attention to her much throughout the fight, which you should have done.

Lute was watching you. With slight admiration for how easy you can kill her kind, but also she was angered by it, and…a little turned on. The moment she saw you her heart stopped. You gorgeous covered in the golden blood of her kind, though that pissed her off. You’re a sinner, and that can’t go unpunished.

Charlie’s father, Lucifer, and the others, were busy with Adam. While you were off to the side somewhere else, fighting some of the other exorcists, Lute took the chance to swoop in and snatch you from them, her one arm keeping her in her grasp. You try to shout but she tightened her arm around your chest, making it difficult to get a word out.

“I suggest you keep quiet, sinner.” She said menacingly with her signature smirk. The portal to heaven was wide open, allowing any of them to fly back in. Lute looked at you and then the battle scene, determining whether she should help Adam and the other exorcists, or take you home for some…punishment. She looked at you and couldn’t help it, she wanted you, sinner or not.

She flew into the portal and forced you into her housing. You panicked and had tears in your eyes, scared of her hurting or torturing you. “I-I’m sorry..” you apologized subconsciously.

“Quiet.” She growled and kicked you down, making sure you’re weak enough to not fight back. You grunt and hold your stomach, trying to push the tears down and not cry.you look up at her, your eyes filled with fear, confusion, and pleads, but she doesn’t care about that. Lite grips a handful of your hair harshly without any care, you let out a pained soft yelp and grab her hand, trying to pry it off. She chuckles mockingly at you. “Stupid sinner…you think you can overpower me? Huh? You’re too weak..just look at you now..pathetic and laying on the ground…” she glared down at your body. Then she smirked with an idea. “Might as well put you to work while you’re down there..” she said and let go of your hair.

You sigh in relief for a moment and hold the spot she pulled, as she went over and grabbed a chair, pulling it over to where you were. She grabbed some ropes, grabbing your wrists with her one arm, struggling a little, which you used to your advantage. You used your arm to grab hers, pulling her down. She grunts and glared at you, angered. “You little rat…” she kicked your chest hard, knocking the wind out of you, tears welled up in your eyes. “Just except your fate..you have no other purpose anyways..” she sneered and tied your wrists together as tight as possible.

You gasp sharply in pain and try to untie yourself “stop..” she said warningly..pulling you up by your hair with her arm.

This time, you couldn’t hold back, it hurt, a lot, and your hands were tied and you couldn’t do anything. You shut your eyes tightly and tried your best to not let those tears fall. “S-stop it please…” you begged. Lute rolled her eyes and set you in a kneeled position. Then she pulled off her tights, revealing her black laced panties and smooth pale skin. You tremble a little, confused of what’s going on. “What are you..?” You were cut off by Lute.

“Shush. Don’t speak or make a sound or I will end your pathetic little life, sinner” she sneered and took off her panties, revealing her wetness. You advert your eyes from her, looking down. She grabbed you chin with her arm and forced you to look up at her. “You will listen to my every word. No questions or hesitation, and maybe I’ll let you live peacefully here.” She tells you. You nod, your only focus was survival now that you were in the hand of this powerful exorcist.

“Good girl..learning so fast?” She smirked and said in an alluring way as she traced your jaw. You felt nothing but fear through your whole body, her praise only filling you with fear. She grabbed the collar of you shirt and pulled you closer to her, you could smell the sweat nectar in her core. “Open your mouth.” She demands and looked down at you intimidatingly, you shiver and tense at the look, looking down. You didn’t want to but this was your only way of survival.

You opened your mouth, obeying her command. “There we go..good girl..” she said effortlessly as her hand gripped the hair on the back of your head and pulled you closer to her wet pussy. You gulp as your mouth touched her wet, soft pussy, you let out a small whine…squirming a little under her. She lets out a satisfied sigh and closes her eyes, bucking her hips into you. “What are you waiting for? Start..” she waits impatiently for you to begin.

You tremble as your tongue starts to push around her pussy, tasting her sweat nectar and your saliva mixing with it. You closed your eyes tightly to block off the view. “Ohhh yea..just like that you little whore..keep going..” she growled softly and pushed your head even deeper into her warm core. Your tongue reached the inside of her tight entrance, forcing yourself to thrust in and out of her.

She moaned and gripped your hair hard, having no care of how much harm she would be casing you, only focusing on herself. “Fuck…you fucking cunt…hurry..” she rushed you..pulling your hair harshly as punishment. You let out a soft whimper and try your best to thrust your tongue faster. You feel her walls pulse and tighten around your wet tongue, Lutes thighs tightening around your head to keep you put. “Fuuuuck…” she moaned out and had her orgasm. “Swallow it..”

You could taste and feel her warm thick cum roll down your throat, some dripping down your chin. She finally allows you to pull away, pre-cum dripping down your chin, now drying there due to you having no way of wiping it off, your hands still tied. She stands up and licked you back down, you let out a grunt and try your best to stay silent. She grabbed your shirt and pulled you away into her room, roughly slamming you onto the bed on your stomach, your hips in the air. This time, she grabbed more restraints. “Spread your legs.” She demands.

You tremble and shakily spread your legs, your head burrowed in the sheets. She walked over and took your pants off roughly, tossing them without a care and then ripped your panties off, earning a shocked gasp from you when the cold air hit your exposed sex. You felt Lute grab your ankles, wrapping another rope around them and tied the other end to the beds poles, making sure you cousin’s move in any way.

Your breathing became heavy, you began to panic. She seemed to notice this and smirked, grabbing the largest strap she could find, putting it on and then climbing over you. “Aww~ don’t worry sweetheart…you’ll be just fine..” she said with no genuine care. You felt the cold rubber cock against your right core, trembling with fear, you did your best to not beg and beg for mercy, as Lute said to not speak. Without a warning she thrusts into your pussy, your breath hitched as she roughly violated your most sensitive part.

You hold in all your groaned and yells, or muffling them into the sheets. She used her only arm to hold herself up, lowering closer to your ear as she thrusted roughly. “You’re so tight..I’ll make sure I’m the only one who knows it..” she says to you and aggressively starts to kiss you neck, leaving marks and bites. You let out a pained moan, feeling the massive rubber cock hit your g-spot over and over again roughly. You let out whimpers and allow your tears to fall, not being able to take the pain.

She smirks at your weakness, thrusting even harder and moaning deeply into your ears to tease you. “That’s it…I’ll make you beg for this one day…” she chuckles darkly and continues to violate your now abused hole. You sob softly into the sheets, feeling your abused pussy hurting and hurting more, you felt as if you were getting split in two.

Your mind was telling you to not give in and let yourself cum big your body said different, your hole naturally tightening around the large rubber cock, close to climax. Lute smirked and laughed. “Your enjoying this? You little whore i knew it…don’t worry..I’ll make sure you get this everyday your with me..” she smirked and leaned down, now thrusting as hard as possible and biting the back of your neck, moaning against it.

You let out a louder cry as her teeth dig into your skin, drawing your red, warm, thick blood. She moaned at the warmth and bit you harder, thrusting harder into your pussy. Your pussy clutched around the rubber cock, finally having your orgasm. You pant under her, shaking and trembling uncontrollably, just praying and wishing it was over. But it wasn’t. The next thing you knew she sat up, pulling the rubber cock out of you roughly and then placing her one hand onto your thigh and squeezing it, then ducked her head under you and started to lick up all of your juices, causing you to let out a choked sob and moan.

Lute moaned against your pussy, sucking mercilessly at it and even biting it, you flinch and winced every time her teeth grazed your sensitive folds, causing you to tremble even more. She moved her hand up to your pussy, and then suddenly thrusted four fingers into your already abused pussy, you let out a muffled yelp into the sheets. “Aww baby..it’s not that bad..” she whispered back to you, her tone full of fake sweetness.

You sobbed more, she heard it and that turned her on even more, encouraging her to thrust harder. Her strong fingers hit and hit your g-spot as many times as possible and an unbelievable speed, this hurt more than the rubber cock. She was close to adding her own hand into you, your hurt trembling pussy couldn’t take anymore and some blood started to drop out, but that didn’t make Lute stop, it only made her want this more

You let out cries that were muffled into the sheets, your pussy naturally closing in on Lutes fingers, making her moan and thrust harder, your climax close. You finally released your orgasm again, dripping down Lutes fingers and into her face. She sits up and hungrily eats out your hurt, abused, and bleeding pussy, making every ounce of pre-cum like it was a delicious milkshake. She moaned and licked her lips and fingers. Panting, she gets up and unties your legs, then dragged you across her house.

Your face was covered in dried tears and the dried pre-cum form Lute on your chin. You were so sore, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to walk normally for awhile. She opened a door in her room far from any escapes, the room had nothing but a mattress in it. She placed you in the room, you still trembling and your hands still tied. She smirked and walked over to the door, a key in hand.

“See you tomorrow ~ sinner~”

A/n: uhhhhh, I don’t know if this was good but I hope you enjoyed!!!

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

A Hero And A Villain Walk Into A Bar

this is pretty long, so I've put it under the cut!

“Come on,” Villain said as they dragged Hero into the bar, “it’ll be fun!”

After their latest successful team-up with each other, Villain had insisted on taking Hero to their favorite club to celebrate. The only issue was it was chock full of criminals.

“Not to worry,” Villain had said, “you can come as a civilian!”

So Hero had, but as they sat down at the counter with their masked counterpart, they couldn’t help but feel like all eyes were on them anyway.

“Villain!” the bartender greeted, “who’s your friend?”

“This is Civilian,” Villain said warmly.

“Your hostage?”

“No, my date.”

Hero blushed profusely. Villain hadn’t said anything about- well they certainly hadn’t made it clear that- oh boy…

Villain chuckled at the sight of their flustered hero.

“Well, what can I get started for you two?” the bartender smiled.

“Civilian?” Villain asked.

“Maybe just a ginger ale?”

Villain and the bartender laughed.

“Come on, it’s my treat, don’t worry about the price.” Villain put an arm around Hero’s shoulder.

Hero blushed a little, then looked at the bartender.

“Well, um, can you make a strawberry daiquiri?”

“Sure can! And you, Villain?”

“My usual, please.”

…

A little later, Villain went to freshen up, leaving Hero alone at the counter. The bartender finished their shift, and a new one showed up. They eyed Hero suspiciously.

“Hi?” Hero said awkwardly.

“Hey,” the new bartender said.

Their nametag said Henchman on it. Hero stiffened nervously. They had fought this particular bartender a few times before.

“Haven’t seen you here before? You someone’s new sidekick?”

“Uh, no, I came here with Villain.”

“Hm.”

Henchman started making a drink.

“Well, since it’s your first time, let me make you the house special. No charge.”

“Oh I couldn’t-”

“It’s a courtesy we give all our customers,” Henchman went on, “’course, only the first one is free. We have a business to run after all.”

“Of course,” Hero said, trying to keep their voice light and even.

Henchman slid the drink over to Hero. Hero took it and, not wanting to raise more suspicion, drank it. It burned their throat as it went down, but the aftertaste was sweet for some reason.

“Wow, uh, that packs a punch,” Hero wheezed.

“You have no idea.”

Villain came back.

“Sorry, Civilian, there was a line,” they said, “not to mention some poor fool who had way too much to drink.”

“It’s okay,” Hero smiled.

They frowned, then put a hand to their head as it started spinning.

“Civilian?”

“It’s nothing,” Hero gagged, “just a dizzy spell…”

Villain didn’t look convinced.

“I think we should get you home,” they said.

“M-maybe,” Hero agreed.

Hero stood up and immediately lurched forward. Villain caught them, wide-eyed, with their brows knitted together in worry.

“Hey, you didn’t have that much to drink…” they pondered aloud.

“M-maybe I’m easily inebriated?”

Villain helped Hero out of the bar and to their vehicle. They deposited Hero in the passenger seat and buckled their seat belt for them.

“I don’ feel so good…”

Hero felt hot, and a thin sheen of sweat coated their forehead. At the same time, they started shivering. They were faintly aware of Villain racing down the road well past the speed limit. Red lights became suggestions and so did stop signs.

…

Hero didn’t know when they had passed out, but when they came to, Villain was dabbing a cloth across their forehead. They had been hooked up to an IV and they were currently laying in a bed in Villain’s med bay.

“You scared me to death,” Villain said softly, “this is all my fault.”

“Wha… wha d’you…?”

“You were poisoned,” Villain explained, “and when I find the sick monster responsible I swear I’m going to- mm. What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I, I don’t know,” Hero rasped.

Their mouth felt dry.

“I had some weird drink from the bar, and then… there was your car, and… did you run a red light?”

Villain chuckled ruefully.

“Doesn’t matter,” they said, “you can turn me over to the cops for it later.”

Villain brought a glass of water to Hero’s lips. They drank it gratefully.

“You rest,” Villain said, “I have some business to attend to.”

“Business?”

“Mhm, I’ll tell you all about when I get back.”

“But-”

“Shh,” Villain adjusted the blankets for them, “go to sleep, yeah? Your body needs to heal.”

Hero blinked slowly, as though Villain’s words alone were lulling them under.

…

Villain stormed into the bar, marching up to the counter.

“Where is Henchman?” they demanded.

Bartender gave them a puzzled look.

“They’re in the back, their shift just started… what’s wrong, Villain?”

“I know we’re all scumbags here,” Villain said, “but I thought even we had a code.”

Henchman came out from behind the counter.

“Something wrong, Villain?”

Villain decked them on the spot.

“What’s wrong is you poisoned my date,” Villain spat, “they almost didn’t make it because of you!”

“Well,” Henchman spat out a glob of blood, “maybe you should think twice before bringing a hero in here.”

Villain scoffed with an angry smile, then grabbed Henchman by the collar.

“They’re my hero,” Villain seethed, “let me show you, show everyone, what happens when you touch what’s mine.”

…

Hero blinked slowly awake, and Villain smiled down at them.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Villain asked.

“You- you’re hurt!” Hero exclaimed weakly.

“Hm?”

Villain put a hand to their face, and their fingers came away stained with blood.

“Oh, it isn’t mine,” Villain said, “don’t worry. I wanted to check on you before I got cleaned up.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Hero asked, brows furrowed.

Villain took Hero’s hand.

“Now that I know you’re all right, yes.”

Hero smiled, then yawned a little. Villain kissed them on the crown of their head, running their thumb across Hero’s knuckles.

…

The bar was in shambles. Villain hadn’t needed their power to completely pulverize the goon, but they had used it anyway. At least now, people would think twice before messing with their Hero.

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[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU pt. 55 (12.2)

part 1 | part 54 | ao3

A cop picks him up just outside Dinwiddie, two and a half miles from where he left his car on the side of the road. She’s plump and squat, with red hair and a midwestern accent, like Mrs. Henderson if she grew up in Minnesota.

“Wisconsin,” she corrects. “Hop in, I’ll take you to Lorraine’s.”

“Thanks, Officer…?”

“Greene.”

Steve accepts the offer because his fingertips are so cold they’re starting to burn through his leather gloves, and as she drives them to the diner in town he explains the flat tire — debris flying off an eighteen wheeler, a crazy loud clang followed by a flapping thud-thud-thud, the smell of burnt rubber as he eased onto the shoulder only to remember that he never replaced his busted tire jack.

“Coulda been worse,” Officer Greene shrugs, looking at him with a small grin and tapping a gloved finger against her temple. “Coulda hit ya in the noggin.”

“True," Steve chuckles, "could’ve gone four for four on the concussions.” He has to cover his laugh with a fake cough because he gets a flash of concerned crazy eyes in response, which is pretty fair, actually. Sometimes he forgets the details of his life all sound insane. “Uh. Sports," he amends. "I play— yeah.”

The rest of the drive is quiet. Steve watches the woods, the shadows reaching like blunt fingers over the hills, and the snow turns to freezing rain and pools in all the potholes as they splash down the sad main street, past a junkyard and an old schoolhouse, past boarded-up windows and short, stubby buildings full of failing small businesses. Lorraine’s is a hole in the wall at the end of a neglected strip, half the bulbs on the sign blown out so it just reads Rain’s in flickering yellow light, and Steve thinks that's fitting because this place is shit. This place is shit, and he feels like shit, and he’s going to have to drive home to his shitty trailer and see Eddie’s van parked across the street or maybe it still won't be there at all and he— he fucking—

"Easy," Officer Greene says. "You'll chew a hole through your lip doin' that." She parks the car and turns to him, squinting. "You okay?"

Steve pinches the end of his nose.

In the diner, she slides into the booth opposite him and insists on buying him coffee and a short stack, because, "Well, no offense, young man, but you seem like you may be goin' through it a bit."

Steve winces over his coffee, cradling the warm cup with both hands. “Yeah, well,” he sniffs, “my, uh…" Your what, exactly? "I got dumped.”

He doesn’t know why he gives her the details — the empty bed, the sticky note. Sorry. Something in her eyes makes him feel like he can trust her, and when they finish their meal she reaches over and lays a hand over his. Tells him it sounds like he’s got a lot of other people who love him; tells him he should think about giving one of them a call.

With a lump in his throat and fresh tears in his lashes, he fishes quarters from his pocket and trudges over to the phone. Dials one of the few numbers he knows by heart.

“Hello,” Claudia greets, “Henderson residence.”

A truly ugly noise escapes him, wet and thick with phlegm.

“Hello?” she tries again. "Dusty, is that you? Are you okay?"

Steve’s not about to cry where all the waitresses can see. “Hey, Ma,” he croaks when he feels like he can breathe. “It's Steve. Can I... do you mind if I stay with you for a bit?” 

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part 56

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[acotarxreader]

Little Drop of Starlight

Azriel x Reader

Synopsis: A story of Azriel and you raising your daughter through the years, Azriels little drop of starlight.

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: The timeline of this is a bit wonky because I don't think I fully understand how they age but oh well. Also in this world, C-Sections exist.

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“Where the fuck is she?!”

“Would you please calm down I'm sure she's a very busy Azriel” You smiled gently at the pacing Illyrian.

“Well she should be busy with us YN we should be top priority! I'm going to go find her!"

“Az the healer will get here when she gets here, please calm down your rising blood pressure is causing my blood pressure to rise which isn't good for the baby” he went from pacing to collapsing to your bedside, clutching your hand to almost bone-crushing.

“Do you need something honey?! Water? A pillow? A blanket? My jacket? That male in the waiting room’s jacket?” You laughed at your panicked mate, giving him some ease at the sound.

“What I need is for you to please calm down!” you turned your hand so you could rub the back of his instead, his eyes wild.

“You're right, it'll be fine, it's just with what happened with Feyre and Rhy-”

“-Az, it'll be okay, you're here with me”

“You're right again my gorgeous mate, we're in this together...now where the fuck is the healer?!” He jumped again from your side and you rolled your eyes, collapsing back on the plush off-white pillow.

“There are probably other babies she's seeing to first Az”

“Well, there isn't another baby as important as ours!” You smiled sweetly at your already proud mate and then watched him take off out the door, you failing to call him back.

After another hour or so Azriel had practically hauled a healer off the road by the throat, with you apologising the whole time.

“Hmm you seem to be at 10cm but the baby isn't coming? We need to cut!” the healer called out to her assistant.

“What what what?! Where are you taking my mate!” The medical team unlocked the bed from the wall and began wheeling you through the corridor with Azriel still clutching your weakening hand.

You lay splayed out on the surgical table, a team of surgical personnel like ants around you, plying you with a tonic to take the growing pain away. A tarp was placed in front of both you and Azriel to shield the operation. Azriel almost turning the same green as the tarp.

“The baby is almost here honey”

“Oh great, we should go camping sometime or we could all go to Spring Court on holiday, I’m sure that overgrown dog is over his tiff by now” he laughed at your drug-induced words. Through the healers scurrying and Azriel’s gentle encouragement your baby was soon screeching into life.

“Congratulations, it's a female” they carefully handed her to her father. Azriel looked at the little drop of starlight in his arms, almost afraid he'd break her.

“She's so beautiful Az”

“You're so beautiful YNN, I'm so lucky” Tears came to his eyes as the healer took her from him to be cleaned. He turned his attention back to you, rubbing your hand gently and kissing the top of your head as you were sewn back together.

“Thank you YN, thank you so much for our little drop of starlight”

5 years later.

“Come here, you little terror!” Sweet Pea playfully chased your daughter around the island unit of your kitchen.

“Hey, be careful!” You laughed from the kitchen table. Azriel collapsed on the seat next to you, totally out of breath.

“We should have another ynn”

“Emm, can we focus on the two we have first?” You smiled down at the 6-month-old son asleep in your arms. 

“Play!”

“In a second Luna, your old father needs a rest” he put a large hand to his quickened heart and you laughed at him.

“Can I play with Sol?”

“Not yet sweetie he's still too small and you're too strong” She seemed sad at first by your answer but then decided to take it as a good thing and continued running around.

Finally with the kids asleep in bed, Luna content with the two books Azriel had read, the two of you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, exhausted but content.

“Yn I love you so much” You rolled into his side.

“Really? Even after two kids?” You teased.

“Especially after two kids, Mothers are hot” he kissed the top of your head smiling. 

“Not as hot as Fathers"

“Oh talk Mother to me” he laughed, kissing your cheek.

“We-need-to-babyproof-the-sitting-room” you managed between kisses.

“Keep going” he hummed with a goofy smile.

“Cut-the-grass-tomorrow- or I'm- leaving you” You smiled back before meeting ferociously, Azriel’s leg just began to tangle with yours as a small voice came to the door.

“I'm scared” You broke apart and rolled your eyes at each other before Azriel sat up and called Luna over to the bed.

“It's okay little drop of starlight, I will always protect you” he pulled her into his chest. You had tried time and time again to get Azriel to stop leaving her sleep between you both but he really couldn't help it. He was putty in Luna’s hands. She laid between you both but of course, faced Azriel.

11 years later.

“Luna! I said no!"

“I'm 16! I'm old enough to fly alone! Why can't I go away with my friends camping for the weekend!”

“Because I said so! And take off the fighting leathers!”

“Ugh!!!!” She shrieked, ripping her jacket from her shoulders to reveal her cropped top and stomping upstairs.

“And put on a tarp for Gods sake!” Azriel shouted after her.

“You should just let her go, it'd be easier on all of our eardrums if your screeching starlight is appeased” Sol collapsed on the couch in the den alongside you. 

“Don't you have reading to do?”

“Oh yeah, annoyed with the favourite so we're all punished” he pushed himself off the couch and sauntered into the kitchen.

“We don't have favourites Sol” you called after him laughing.

“Az sit down” he sat as close as possible, cupping your hand in his.

“I think we should let her go”

“Absolutely not”

“Why not though? We went camping together when we were 16”

“Exactly, reason number one why she's not going, how we spent our camping trips” You smiled at your husband while his eyes were fixed on the stairs.

“And about the Illyrian leathers…”

“She's not joining them, I want her to be proud of her blood but that doesn't mean I want her to live it! She trains with Cass, hones her skills and never has to use them, that's the goal”

“You have to let her make that decision herself Az”  

“So you want her to die”

“Of course not!-” you hit him with the pillow “-but I know we've raised her strong and smart so I know she'll make the right decisions”

“I'm going to go talk to her” You nodded in agreement and he took off up the stairs. You snuggled down onto the couch, enjoying the peace and quiet before-

“YN!!!! LUNA IS GONE! OH SHE IS SO GROUNDED!” he came flying down the stairs taking two steps at a time, shadows darting in every which direction, Sol running back into the room.

“I get her bedroom after you kill her!”

“We are not going to kill her ... .okay you can have it” you winked before tying up your coat and helping Azriel with his, his rage preventing him from buttoning it correctly.

2 years later

“I get your room now you're leaving”

“Oh wow Sol I'll miss you too” Luna ruffled her brother's hair, her suitcase in hand, standing in the kitchen doorway.

“Your travels are going to be great sweetie”

“I know I’m so excited” You hugged her, Azriel stood behind you almost afraid to look. The doorbell went off behind him.

“Wait wait, that's Wells, I'll get it!” She ran past Azriel, ripped open the door and leapt into the tall male's arms. You could hear Azriel growl so you tentatively took his hand.

“So, you're the male who thinks he's seeing my daughter”

“Emm em ye-yes sir” he put out his hand to shake Azriels and you immediately thought what a mistake. Azriel’s strength had Wells biting back tears.

“Well come on Wells! We better go. Bye everyone!” She hugged you and Sol quickly before standing in front of Azriel, Wells having run away with the bags.

“Bye, I love you, I'll be back at Starfall”

“I love you too, my little drop of starlight ” She kissed his cheek before leaving the porch for her new life.

3 years later

“Wells cheated on me!” Luna was sobbing on the doorstep of your home. You felt so terrible for her and yet you were secretly happy, the whole family having never liked Wells in the first place.

“It's okay Luna, you'll be okay sweetie”

“Is that my drop of starlight?” He looked at your worried face, the smile dropping from his face immediately.

“Oh Gods what's wrong?!” you separated from your weeping daughter, Azriel immediately closing the space to envelop her in a deep hug. 

“Wells cheated on me!” Ariel's eyes grew wide before separating again from her and almost handing a hysterical Luna back to you.

“Wait Azriel where are you going?!”

“I need to handle something, Sol! We have business to attend to son!”

6 years later

“Seriously, please make him stop crying”

“Leave him alone sweetie, his daughter just got married”

“Oh please stop talking about it I'll be sobbing...again” he put his hand up to you, forcing his eyes off his little girl in a big white dress. You kissed your teary mate tenderly before persuading him to look at his gorgeous daughter.

“You look so lovely my little drop of starlight” 

“Az! We're related now, can you believe it!” 

“No Cass, I really can't” his voice was dry and his tears were gone upon seeing Luna’s father in law.

4 years later

“Do you need anything my little drop of starlight? Water? A pillow? A blanket?”

“I need you to calm down please, it won't make the baby come any faster” You sat by your daughter and laughed at her reply, Azriel hadn't changed much in this regard.

“I have to go find the healer, it's time to get this baby out!” He paced, almost to the point he was wearing a hole in the floor. Cassian arrived shortly and quickly joined Azriels erratic behaviour.

“Sol sends his love and will be home from the continent as soon as he can” You stroked your daughter's hair as she ended another contraction. 

“Excuse me but only the father can be in here for the birth” The small healer's assistant was more than half the size of Azriel but almost as tough in her approach.

“You have to let me stay! That's my daughter!”

“Come on Az” you kissed your daughter's head before having to physically haul your mate and Cass by the ears out of the room. 

The three of you stayed out in that bright hall for more than 5 hours. Both you and Cass taking the opportunity to nap on Azriels shoulders, Azriel wired awake.

Finally, the healer came out and granted you access, Azriel hurdling himself at the door.

You got to hold your granddaughter first, Cassian cooing over your shoulder, his son doing the same.

“I'm so proud of you little drop of starlight" he rubbed her hand before hugging his daughter. “Thanks, for everything….you want to hold your granddaughter?” he nodded gently in reply. The minuscule baby was pried from your hands and gently settled in her grandfather's arms.

“Hello there my little drop of starlight”

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Let me know what you think!

[htchnr]

ミ★ trains and porch lights ꜜ COOPER HOWARD.

𖦹 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𖦹 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢!

「 ꜜsummary,, while Cooper finds a home in them, Lucy'll thinks she'll never understand your odd southern expressions. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, my beloved southern!Reader x Cooper + Lucy dynamic again ⋆ southern nonsense ⋆ poor Lucy feeling left out of the fun ⋆ drinking ⋆ dirty bar ⋆ Cooper's awful teasing ⋆ hint that you and Coop hooked up the previous night ⋆ semi established relationship. ꜜwc,, 0,6k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

" my heavens, he's got a face that could make a train take a dirt road. " Lucy hears you mumble under your breath as you sit down beside Cooper. he snorts, almost choking on his saliva.

you set the drinks down on the dirty table, moving each to the right person. " no really, i swear the porch light's on but ain't nobody home. had to repeat myself four times. it ain't even that busy or loud! "

Lucy just blinks as she sips on her drink, confused eyes flitting between you and Cooper. he clearly gets what you're on about, but she doesn't have the faintest idea. " why would.. a train, take a dirt road? " she asks.

Cooper laughs, downing most of his drink in one go. you swallow a generous amount down, raising your brow. " haven't y'seen 'em? " you nod at the guy manning the bar.

Lucy looks past you, eyes landing on the guy. her nose wrinkles up, she's definitely seen.. nicer.. guys to look at. " what about him? "

you snort, taking another large sip. " well, f'you saw 'em on the tracks, wouldn't you wanna take a different road? "

Cooper watches the two of you with an amused look on his scarred face. while he feels at home with your southern remarks, Lucy only grows more confused by the day.

she shrugs, " i don't know? " taking another sip.

you huff, waving her off. Cooper laughs, " don't worry, i get'ya. " as he pats your thigh. " he looks as useless as a milk bucket under a bull. "

you smile wide from behind your glass, downing the remainder. " see, Coop, " you grin, turning to face him. you kick up your boots to lay crossed in his lap. " that's why i could never hate you. "

Lucy watches the interaction, Cooper's gloved hand stroking up your calve. he tilts his head, hat tipping, as he nods. " 'think i saw a bulletin board back over there, " Cooper nods to the back of the bar. " we should go see f'they've got any heads for us to gather. "

you nod, swinging your legs off his lap before you move to stand up. Lucy finishes her drink, standing up along with you and Cooper.

you stretch your arms, then your back. " i say we find us a decent hotel for the night, " you grunt, hands supporting your lower back as you make your way to the board. " cause after that stiff floor last night, my body needs a damn mattress. "

Cooper snickers beside you, his gloved hand briefly smoothing over the back of your shoulders. " y'didn't sound like you were complainin' much last night, " he squeezes the base of your neck slightly before moving past you to the board.

Lucy's eyes widen at the comment, her cheeks flushing slightly. " Cooper, you asshole! wait till i get you on your back, then we'll see who's complainin' next! " you jog after him, Lucy opting to stay a little behind in hopes of dodging the rest of your clearly private conversation.

" now darlin', don't threaten me with a good time. " is the last comment she can make out, as she watches you smack his hat off his head and place it on yours. and unsurprisingly, Lucy doesn't spot a single dagger being shot your way, only that filthy smirk on his thinned lips that's only ever there for you.

y'all i missed writing for Cooper so much 🥲🫠 i love this dynamic way too much, it's by far my favorite that i've written 😭🩷

please send me some requests if you've got the time! i'd love to write some short things for this cheeky Ghoul again 🫠

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[lucygxybaird]

12 Days of Christmas - Day Five

tw: pregnancy

When you woke up this morning, you did not expect to find an empty, open suitcase on the bed beside you, right where your husband usually sleeps, with a note laying right in the middle of the silk lining — pack your essentials and enough clothes for five days. Then meet me in the dining room. - Coryo.

After you packed, and your suitcase was taken at the foot of the stairs by a servant, you found your husband just where the note said he’d be. You were also met with an impressive breakfast spread complete with your favorites, including a handmade strawberry preserve that is absolutely heavenly on French toast. Coryo got to his feet when he sees you, drawing your chair out for you and dropping a kiss on the crown of your hair once you sat down.

“Eat up, darling,” he said. “We’ll be going for a drive today.”

This was something else you didn’t expect when you woke up this morning. You’re very aware of how busy your husband is, not only because he shares everything with you but because you have plenty of your own duties that run parallel with his. Just yesterday, you visited an animal shelter to promote adorable, fluffy pets up for adoption. You’d come home covered in dog hair, with cat whiskers clinging to your hair from the myriad of times you’d kissed their sweet little kitten faces.

“A drive?” you asked, spreading some of that strawberry preserve on a piece of French toast. “Where are we going?”

When you looked up, your husband only smiled at you, a mysterious grin which told you without any words that he wasn’t going to say. You ducked your head over your breakfast, trying to keep from giggling like a little schoolgirl. Coryo often surprises you with little gifts — glittering pieces of jewelry, a silk scarf for your hair, pairs of shoes, anything that he thinks you might like or could bring a smile to your face.

But he’s never done anything like this before.

And so maybe, really, you should have expected to find yourself where you are right now, since this has been so unusual anyway. But you can’t get over the shock of it, although you can’t say it’s a remotely unpleasant sensation. In fact, you have such a bubbly feeling of excitement in your chest that you can’t keep still, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your sweater, feet tapping restlessly on the floor of the car.

To your left, you hear Coryo chuckle. “We’re almost there, darling,” he says. “You’ll be able to take it off soon.”

The surprises kept coming fast and thick as you left the house, piling up like snow falling on Christmas Eve, promising a glittering white Christmas. Although a member of your staff had put the bags in the car, before you could climb in the back, Coryo had taken your arm.

“It’s just going to be the two of us,” he murmured in your ear. “I’ll drive. I’d like you to sit up front with me.”

You stared at him for a moment. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d gotten into the passenger seat of a car, and you’d never never seen Coryo get in the driver’s seat. Actually, you didn’t even know he could drive.

“Of course,” you said, and you were rewarded with another smile.

Almost as soon as you’d driven out of the Capitol, Coryo pulled over, reaching down to rummage in the glove compartment. “Do you trust me?” he said, and you hadn’t hesitated. 

“You know I do.”

And this is how you ended up with a cashmere scarf wrapped around your eyes, preventing you from getting even a hint of where you’re going. The windows of the car are rolled up, so you don’t even have the opportunity to catch so much as a whiff that might help you guess — the salty tang of sea air, maybe? The deep scent of pine? All you can hear is the soft sound of the radio and the whir of tires on the road.

Then — 

A definite crunching sound, as if you’re driving over gravel. You think you hear the crunching of twigs. Finally, the car comes to a stop, and you feel Coryo’s hand tugging at your blindfold. “Here we are!” he says, pulling the scarf away with a flourish.

You audibly gasp, both hands flying up to cover your mouth. It’s like you’ve driven into a Christmas card. The lawn in front of you is a smooth blanket of white, with Douglas firs dotted around, towering over everything except the pewter sky itself, their branches frosted with snow. Set like a jewel in a bed of ivory velvet is the most darling house you’ve ever scene, the facade dominated by a flagstone porch and a huge picture window. 

In the middle of the window, glittering and sparkling with ornaments and lights, is a Christmas tree so tall that it can’t be framed by the panes of glass. You can just spot gifts piled around the base of the tree, and you wonder just when Coryo had them sent out here.

Before you can ask, Coryo clears his throat. “Well?” he says, and you realize, with a small start that is part-surprise, part-affection, that he’s nervous. “What do you think?”

You fling yourself into his lap, which is a rather impressive feat considering you’re still in the confines of the car. “Of course I do,” you say. “It’s really just the two of us? For five days?”

“Five days,” he confirms, beaming and kissing the top of your head. “Just the two of us, I promise.”

He helps you out of the car and insists on carrying in your luggage and his own. “I don’t want you to lift a finger during this holiday.”

When you let yourselves inside, you find yourself gasping all over again. The interior is even more beautiful than the outside. Oaken floors are softened by throw rugs so plush that your bare feet sink into them the moment you kick off your shoes. A large L-shaped couch is pointed toward a large brick fireplace, above which hangs a television so large and flat it acts as a mirror for the whole room when it’s off. Cushions are arranged in front of the hearth. 

To your right, you spot a spacious kitchen through the open doorway, and you spot a gleaming coffee maker that looks like something out of a sci-fi novel, with all its bells and whistles. You catch Coryo’s eye and he grins. “I’ll take care of that, too,” he promises.

He grabs the fleece-lined flannel blanket that’s artfully folded over the back of the couch, draping it around your shoulders like it’s a queen’s ermine cape. You giggle as he uses the hem of the blanket to tug you closer, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips.

“Why don’t you run yourself a hot bath?” he says. “I’ll make us some dinner.”

You find your way to the bathroom, which has a huge tub sunk into the floor, with gold-plated taps and a phalanx of soaps carved to look like — you squint and lean closer — little birds. Turning the hot water tap, you shrug out of your clothes, humming softly to yourself. Oh, the weather outside is frightful…

Five whole days with your husband. Just the two of you! As you watch the tub fill up, you try to consider if that’s ever happened before. You’re fairly certain the answer is no. Even over previous holidays, you had stayed in the presidential mansion, and your days had been taken up with various parties and other engagements. 

You sink into the bath, sighing softly in pleasure as the hot water rushes over your skin, soothing your muscles until they’re as pliant as silk. 

Five whole days…

Your eyes drift shut, as you idly draw patterns on the surface of the water with your fingertips. A soft sigh of contentment warms your chest.

Five whole—

You sit up so abruptly that water sloshes over the sides of the tub. Five days. You’d checked your calendar over a week ago, trying to ascertain when your time of the month would come around again, and you’d realized it was late. You had tried not to get your hopes up, but now… 

It’s been two weeks, if not longer. 

Sinking back into the bath, you nibble on your lip. How can you be sure, when it’s just the two of you up here? You don’t want to say anything to Coryo unless you’re sure. You’ve been trying for a baby for a long time, and to be able to tell him you’re pregnant on Christmas would be so wonderful that it would border on magical.

After contemplating for a while, you rise from the bath and find a robe folded in a cabinet tucked into one corner of the bathroom. You’re fairly sure you have a good plan, but timing will play an important role. Taking a deep breath, you pad into the kitchen, where Coryo is still in front of the stove, stirring something in a skillet that smells divine.

“Do you think we could send out for supplies?” you say, slipping your arms around his waist as you stand behind him, hovering on your tiptoes to hook your chin over his shoulder. “I was in such a rush to pack this morning that I forgot to bring mouthwash.”

He chuckles, turning his head to kiss your temple. “I’m sure I did, too,” he admits. “I was too excited. And we can’t do without minty-fresh breath — I’m far too attached to the idea of kissing you as many times as I possibly can on this trip.”

“I’ll call,” you say. “Do you need anything else?”

You end up making a small list, including — crucially, of course — mini marshmallows for hot chocolate, and you place a call to your housekeeper. When you’re sure Coryo is down the hall, changing for dinner, you whisper an additional request.

As you eat — a delightful fettuccine dish, one of your favorites, paired with garlic bread and a salad — you keep your ears perked up for the sound of a car approaching. It’s very important that you get to the delivery first. Finally, as you’re bringing all the dishes into the kitchen, you hear the sound of a car door slamming. You nearly jump out of your skin, glad that Coryo is busy filling the sink with soapy water.

“You keep attending to those, I’ll get it,” you tell him, and you fight the urge to run as you hurry down the hall.

You stash a certain rectangular box in the pocket of your robe, before you carry everything else into the kitchen. “So,” you say, nudging the bag of mini marshmallows with your finger, “now that we have these…”

Coryo chuckles, wiping his hands on a dishtowel before he cradles your face in his palms. “I did stock the fridge with champagne, but this is more seasonally appropriate, isn’t it?”

You giggle and nod. “We can have champagne on Christmas Eve,” you suggest.

He kisses your forehead, stamping his smile against your skin. “That’s a wonderful idea,” he says. “You can make us some hot cocoa while I start a fire. How does that sound?”

You smile, wrapping your fingers around his wrist to keep his hands in place. “That sounds lovely.”

You heat up milk, humming softly to yourself again. It’s hard not to think about the box in the pocket of your robe, but it feels as though it weighs a thousand pounds. A part of you wants to stash it in the bathroom, just so you can put it away — literally and metaphorically — for a little while. You decide not to, though, as you stir in the cocoa powder. What if Coryo finds it? 

After adding generous handfuls of mini marshmallows, you carry two mugs full of hot chocolate into the living room. Your husband has arranged some of the cushions into a little nest in front of the fire, which already roaring merrily.

“For you,” you say, holding out a mug.

Coryo smiles and takes it, setting it on the hearth, before taking yours and drawing you onto the nest of cushions by your hand in his. He pulls you into his lap, and you happily nestle against his chest. “Thank you,” you murmur, lifting your head to press a kiss to his jaw. “This is so lovely.”

With your ear against his chest, you can feel the rumble of his voice as he speaks, a contrast to the velvet wrapped around the words themselves. “I’m glad,” he says softly, brushing his lips against your hair. “We’re so busy every other day of the year, but at Christmas, I just wanted to be with you. I — what’s this?”

Your heart feels warm and full, and it takes you a moment to understand what he’s asking. You realize he can feel the box tucked into the pocket of your robe.

“Oh, I…I also asked for aspirin,” you say. “I didn’t find any in the medicine cabinet, and I wanted to make sure we had some in case either one of us comes down with a headache.”

“Hmm.”

You peek up at him, and you know instantly that he doesn’t believe you. Nibbling on your lip, you decide for an iota of the truth.

“It’s a surprise,” you say. “I don’t want to spoil anything.”

It’s close enough to what you’re really thinking that it comes across as genuine, and Coryo relaxes. He kisses your forehead. “Alright,” he says. “I won’t pry.”

You smile. “Thank you.”

Even though the cat might have a whisker out of the bag, you still force yourself to wait until later. After the hot chocolate has been finished — the mugs washed — teeth brushed and pajamas put on — you lay in bed next to your husband, listening for the moment his breathing evens out into sleep.

And then you wait a few moments more, less because you’re uncertain if he’s drifted off and more because you’re suddenly but absolutely terrified.

What if you’re wrong? What if you end up disappointed again?

Finally, you drag yourself out of bed, and you dig the little box out of the pocket of your robe. You let yourself into the bathroom and shut the door, opening the box and tilting it so that the plastic test falls into your palm.

You take the test and lay a piece of toilet paper on the counter, putting the test on top of it. You stand up and take care of business, washing your hands without looking at the little test sitting on the counter. Then you perch on the edge of the tub, waiting for the three minutes written in the directions.

When at last the time is up, you take a deep breath, steeling yourself before you get up and walk over to the bathroom counter. Please, please, pl—

You see a second line. It’s not faint, either, but as striking as an exclamation point.

Positive!

Pregnant!

You can’t help it — without considering how thin the walls might be, you burst into tears. 

You’re sobbing, mostly from joy, but it’s tinged with other things, like ink swirling through water. Lingering disappointment and hurt that has never left you after being let down by your own body so many times before. Trepidation that something might go wrong.  You’re crying so hard that you don’t hear the sounds of your husband stirring in the bedroom, of his rapid footsteps. 

You only stop when the door is flung open.

“Darling?” Coryo looks confused, sleepy and concerned, all at once. Despite yourself, you hiccup out a small laugh, which only softens his expression a little. “What’s wrong?”

You really were hoping — a secondary concern, of course, considering you needed to confirm your condition first — to tell him in a more…well, cute way. Maybe you could even have scrounged up some wrapping paper from somewhere around the house and wrapped up the box for him.

“I’m sorry,” you say, sniffling and giggling at the same time, which really makes a rather ridiculous sound. “I just…I…”

You reach for the pregnancy test and hold it out to him, your hand trembling so badly that you almost drop it. Coryo stares for a moment before taking it. He swallows, looking between your face and the test, your face and the test, and then he meets your eyes.

“Are you sure?”

You sniffle again. “This is the only test I’ve taken, but it…it looks pretty definitive, don’t you think?”

Coryo’s eyes are almost as shiny and over-bright as yours, and his smile trembles at the corners. “I do,” he says.

He puts the test on the counter and pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest, cradling the back of your head as if he’s afraid you could break from rough handling. 

“My love,” he whispers. “Oh, my love. My darling.”

You cling to him, barely suppressing the urge to start sobbing again. A weak little laugh bubbles out of your mouth as something occurs to you. “So much for that champagne on Christmas Eve, hmm?”

Coryo chuckles, the sound just a little waterlogged, but full of adoration nonetheless. “Next year,” he says. “We’ll have even more to raise a glass for then.”

Looking up at him, you smile. “Are we making this a tradition, then?”

He slips a hand between your bodies, resting his broad palm against your stomach. “Oh, yes,” he says. “Panem will just have to deal with the president disappearing for a week every year.”

You lean up to kiss him, and he wraps his arms around your waist, taking your weight as if he doesn’t even want you to put too much pressure on your toes.

“I think the three of us will love it here,” you say, and he smiles at you again.

“Three of us next year,” he murmurs. “And then four…and five…”

You laugh. “Let’s just get to three,” you tease.

Coryo smooths one hand up and down your back, his eyes still gleaming.

“You’re right. I think,” he says. “The three of us will love it here.”

[pablitosgf]

𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 — jb05 !

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! — jude bellingham x fem!bestfriend!reader

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 ! — in which an old lady mistakes you and jude as a married couple, leaving you with many thoughts.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ! — nothing!!

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ! — no because this took me 3 days to write… anyways… Y/N/N means your nickname <3

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ! — writing

You lay in your bed, bored, to say the least. Today, you had no plans at all, and all your friends were busy. Including your best friend, Jude. Apparently, he was going to be babysitting his nieces, you knew he was good with kids but told him:

“If you need help just tell me, okay?”

You were no stranger to his nieces, after all, you were like family to the Bellinghams. Knowing his aunts, grandparents, cousins, and nieces and nephews. They treated you as family and you reciprocated that.

Of course, when Jude heard you say that he instantly replied with an “I don't need help, I'm good with kids.”

You laughed it off, knowing he’ll need help at least at one point, but you didn't say that to him. So now, you still lay there bored as ever. Watching as the warm sun seeps into your window, casting an orange hue on your body as you look at the window. You could hear the low voices of your phone lightly exuding music from its speakers, making the surroundings more tranquil. You observed as people walked around your neighborhood, immediately thinking that you should too.

And just as you were going to go on a walk, a vibration came on your phone. Inside, you hoped it was Jude so you can prove him wrong, saying that he did need help from his best friend. A smile played on your face as you thought about it, you extended your hand for the buzzing phone, producing noise as its laying on your sheets. Instantly your eyes darted to the contact name, you smiled even harder.

Judith.

A silly nickname you called Jude, eventually making it his contact name after he mentioned it. You brought your phone to your ear as you press the green button, and his voice bleeds from the phone's speakers. Some unidentified shuffling came through and some giggles and laughs. A grin tints your face.

“Okay, you were right I do need help…” Jude sighs.

Your chuckle fills the whole call, “Of course you do. Send me the location.”

He says a quick okay, ending the call fast. You flitted to grab your car & house keys before strolling out the door. The fresh breeze wafts into your nose as you inhale, making you feel serenity. You made your way to your car, clambering inside as you wait for it to start.

And when it starts you make your way through windy roads and scenic views. England wasn't always thought of as the most beautiful, but it definitely had pretty sceneries.

You eventually made your way, moving toward the entrance of the house. It was for sure one of the prettier neighborhoods around here, not to say your neighborhood was the worst, but this one was definitely better. Your arm extended, folding into a fist as you knock on the black wooden door.

Patiently you waited for your best friend to open the door. You heard some noises from inside the house and footsteps gradually become louder and louder like a crescendo. Click! Was the sound the door made as it opened ajar. A toddler peeking through the black door. Immediately, you recognized who it was.

“Hi Nalia, where’s Uncle Jude?” you asked, tilting your head. She looked back, and Jude came into view as he scrambled to the door with another baby, who you also recognized. You chuckled, seeing as the other baby, Jazelle, was wrapped around his waist. Sweat beads fall down his face.

“I’m right… Here,” he said, panting.

“You look…” you began, looking at him up and down. His shirt was off, revealing his muscles, and overall he looked disheveled. But somehow he still looked perfect as ever. “Like a mess.”

He chuckled, “I know, anyways come inside. The girls want to go to the park.” he gestured for you to enter, closing the door after you did.

“I'm gonna go shower and change, take care of these two, please.” he put Jazelle down after planting a kiss on Jazelle and Nalia, running off to what you assumed was the bathroom.

You nodded and kneeled down to the two of them with a warm smile, “Do you, girls want to play while we wait for Uncle Jude?”

The girls responded with an excited “Yes!” jumping up and down. A cordial smile rolled down your lips as Jazelle and Nalia dashed to their playroom. You watched as Nalia passed by Jazelle, and you let out a chortle. Everything is a competition if you have siblings.

You finally made it to the playroom, and damn it was very nice. Nicer than whatever you had in your childhood. The playroom was littered with toys, some that you recognized, some that you didn't.

You look at the kids, playing Barbies with each other. You rest your head on your hand with a smile adorning your face as you sat down on a little chair. Their little voices and giggles overwhelm your ears and the smile that once adorned your face was even more brighter. Some day, you wanted a husband and a happy family. But for right now, you were fine being alone.

If you were going to be honest, watching Jazelle and Nalia play Barbies together made your baby–fever rise. You’ve always dreamt of kids and honestly, you didn't mind having a baby currently. You didn't get how people resented children because all you wanted to do was hug them and hold them in your arms for hours.

You were too stuck in your thoughts to realize Jude finished getting ready, “Hey, we should go to the park now.”

You nodded as you watched Jude playfully tickle the kids and pick them up. Your heart was beating faster than normal… Something you’ve never felt with Jude. Deep inside you knew what these feelings were, you knew it all too well. Maybe, it's just a one–time thing. The next time you hang out with him it’ll be all back to normal.

“Hey, Y/N/N ready to go?”

Your head whizzed in his direction, and both of the girls were strapped on his hips. A blush tinted your cheeks, he was wearing a goddamn compression shirt.

“Y–yeah! Let's go ladies and gentlemen!” you chuckled, getting up and walking towards the entrance.

Walking out of the house, you all advanced to the cars. “We should probably use your car… It has the booster seat things, right?”

Jude nodded, “Can you take my keys and open the car?”

You reach into his pocket, searching for the keys. As soon as the car keys meet your hand you take them and unlock the car.

You settled down on a bench, watching as Jazelle and Nalia play on the playground. You monitor them carefully, you didn't want their parents blaming you and Jude for getting their babies hurt.

And just as you were about chat with Jude an old lady walked up to the both of you. “You guys are a really cute couple! I remember me and my husband at this exact playground watching our kids. Are those two cuties yours?” she pointed to Jazelle and Nalia.

“No–”

“Yeah! They are.” Jude smiled, slinging his arm around your waist which struck an uneasy feeling to settle in your stomach.

It wasn't like the bad uneasy though, it was the uneasy where you had so many butterflies in your stomach to the point you just wanted to kiss them in the face. Like… Like a crush.

“They really do look like Dad don't they?” the grandma chucled, glancing over at the sisters.

You chuckled along with her, “They really do! I was hoping that they looked like me, but as soon as I saw her the first time out of my womb I was like ‘Uh oh, she doesn't look like me!’”

You all erupt in laughter, “I get that… All my children look like my husband it's crazy!” the grandma said.

You both awkwardly smile at her, “Anyway, you two have the cutest little family. I wish you two a successful marriage and a happy family!”

You both let out a thank you and as soon as she walks away you both look at each other, exploding in laughter.

But one thing you didn't notice, was how he kept his arm around your waist, and you didn't say a single word about it.

And one thing is for sure, you went to bed thinking about Jude.