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allgoodnamesrgoneee · 3 months

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Kylian Mbappe imagine where you arrive your honeymoon destination, you finally do it for the first time [it's your first time]. Kylian works tirelessly to achieve a new addition to the family. You feel the symptoms while still on the trip, and once you get home, it's positive.

Honeymoon

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You get pregnant on your honeymoon

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Husband!Kylian Mbappé x Wife!you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 3.6k

Warnings! NSFW! SMUT (18+), unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), soft sex, breeding kink, fluff, first time, soft Kylian, unexpected pregnancy,

Bali is a dream.

The weather, the view—everything is perfect.

You and your new husband have been waiting for this moment for what feels like forever, and it finally happened. you're married. It's just the two of you. And you're ready to start our new lives together.

Actually, maybe you weren't ready.

After all, you've never had sex before. And you were so nervous. It was obvious to you that Kylian was dying to be with you since the moment you got together, but you didn't want to rush things. And he never pressured you. Choosing to wait with you. Even if he was not a virgin.

You loved him so much for that. How he always puts you first. Taking care of you. Making sure you're comfortable and safe. The only time he ever seemed impatient was when he talked about having children with you. It made you laugh because it's something he wanted for years before you met. And you wanted it too. But you both agreed on waiting. Until the time was right.

Didn't make you less nervous, though. It was a little bit scary. But at the same time, you wanted this more than anything.

The whole ceremony was a blur. You couldn't stop thinking about tonight. But it was lovely—everything you ever dreamed it would be. Kylian made sure of that. You walked down the aisle to your new husband in your beautiful white gown. You both said your vows in front of a few people who were close to you and then exchanged rings.

You couldn't believe it. You were actually married. To your best friend and soulmate, Kylian. You've known each other since high school, before he left for Monaco. Then, when he came back to Paris for PSG, you guys met up again and fell in love. Have been for two years now.

"Hi," you hear him whisper softly into your ear as he wraps his arms around you from behind, as he places a soft kiss on your neck. "How are you feeling?" he asks you.

You blush a little, turning your head to face him. "I'm feeling great," you answer him, smiling. "I can't believe I'm your wife now." You say, feeling a little shy.

He chuckles a little. "Me neither, it feels good to finally call you mine." He replies, breath tickling your neck. You could hear the smile on his voice. You love him so much. "Do you want to go upstairs? It's getting late." He adds, running his hand down your arm, sending shivers through your body. He knew that was the one spot on your body that made you feel weak in the knees. And he took full advantage of it.

"I think I would like that," you reply quietly, turning your head to look at him. He was looking down at you, his eyes so soft. They always looked that way when he looked at you. So loving and adoring. He always made you feel like the luckiest girl on the planet. And you truly felt like you were.

He kissed you softly, then grabbed your hand. "Let's go then," he says softly, leading you up the stairs.

He led you to your room. It was absolutely beautiful. The balcony had the most amazing view of the ocean, and the moonlight lit everything up beautifully. It was a beautiful night.

You stood there for a minute, just looking out the window. Trying to take everything in. The moment was surreal.

You felt a gentle hand on your back, then he slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you to him. You relaxed into him, your back pressed to his chest. He rested his head on your shoulder, letting out a small sigh.

"I've waited for this moment for so long," he says softly, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can't believe I finally get to have you."

You feel your cheeks flush. "You already have me," you whisper back. "But I can't wait for this part."

He smiled. "Good, because I'm going to give you the best night of your life," he says confidently. "I promise."

You believe him. He never breaks his promises.

He spun you around to face him. His eyes were intense as he looked at you. Then he grabbed your face with both hands, his fingers weaving through your hair. You felt his soft lips press against yours, sending a wave of lust through your body. You've kissed many times before, but this felt different. This felt more passionate, like he was finally letting go. You let him deepen the kiss, your hands coming up to run down his arms. You both moaned into the kiss, the anticipation of what was coming next making you both eager.

He pulled back, his hands moving down your body until they were resting on your waist. "I want you so badly," he whispers against your lips. "I've never wanted anything more."

"I want you too," you reply breathlessly. Eyes locked on his. They were dark, pupils dilated to the max as he looked down at you.

He groans, pulling you into a hug. "I love you so much," he says softly into your ear. You could hear the need in his voice. He wanted you. And he wanted you now.

"I love you too," you reply, wrapping your arms around his waist.

He pulls back, then grabs your hand. "Come on," he says, leading you over to the bed. He sat down on it, looking up at you.

You stood there for a moment, not sure what to do next.

He held out his arms for you. "Come here," he says softly. "Let me help you."

You walk over to him, then climb on the bed, straddling his lap. You could feel his hardness press against you as soon as you did.

"Jesus, baby," he says softly, running his hands down your back. "You feel amazing already."

You could feel your cheeks flush. "Thank you," you reply shyly.

He smiled, then leaned in to kiss you again. He let out a low groan as you started grinding against him. It felt good. Really good. You've done this before with him, but it felt more intense this time.

He pulled back from the kiss, his hands coming up to cup your face. "Are you ready? You know we don't have to do this tonight if you're not ready." He says softly, looking at you intently.

You smile a little. "I'm ready," you say confidently.

He nods, then lays back on the bed, taking you with him. You sit on top of him, his hands coming up to play with your breasts over your dress. It felt amazing, but you were eager to get undressed.

You grab the hem of your dress and pull it up, lifting it off your body. You throw it to the side, then look back at him.

His eyes were wide as he looked at you. You were completely naked. Your pale pink nipples were hard and pointing straight at him. "Damn," he says softly. "You're beautiful."

You blush a little. "Thanks," you reply.

He sat up, pulling you into a kiss. His hands coming up to play with your breasts again. You let out a small moan as he pinched your nipples. He was good at that. He knew exactly how to touch you.

"Take off your clothes," you whisper against his lips.

He smiled, then sat up, taking you with him. He stood up, pulling you into another kiss as he did. Then he broke it, looking down at you. "Sit on the bed," he says softly. You do as he says, sitting on the edge of the bed.

He smiles, then kneels down in front of you. "Spread your legs," he says softly. You spread them apart, watching as he leans in to kiss the inside of your thigh. He kisses up your thigh until he reaches your pussy, then he lets out a soft groan. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet already," he says, running his fingers through your folds. You let out a small moan as you feel him rub your clit.

You've done this before too, but knowing where it would lead made it feel better. He was touching you differently than he usually did. Like he had less control over himself. You've learned over the years that when he eats you out, it takes him a little bit to get warmed up. But not today, he was ready to go. And you were loving it.

He looks at you one more time, then dives in. His tongue flicking over your clit, making you moan loudly. You grip the sheets, trying not to buck your hips. It feels amazing. He holds you still, his hands gripping your hips, keeping them in place as he keeps licking you. It's like he can't get enough of your taste. You've heard him talk about it before. He loves your taste.

He keeps eating you out, sucking on your clit, making you moan even louder. It feels so good. He's so good at this. You can feel yourself building up, it's going to be a big one. "Kylian, I'm gonna cum," you moan out.

He growls against your clit, then sucks harder on it. That's all it takes for you to fall over the edge, cumming on his tongue. He keeps licking you through your orgasm, making you moan even louder. You've never felt anything so good in your life. It's like you're floating.

When you're done, he pulls back, then looks up at you, a soft smile on his face. You're breathing hard. Your whole body relaxed.

He leans in to kiss you softly. "That was amazing," he says softly. You can taste yourself on his tongue.

He gets up then, pulling you up with him. He leads you over to the bed again, then pushes you down onto it. You watch as he pulls off his clothes, revealing his hard cock. He's always been big, but he looks bigger today. Maybe you're just really horny. Or maybe he really does look bigger.

He climbs on the bed, crawling towards you. He stops when he's hovering over you, his cock brushing against your pussy. You can feel his precum dripping onto you.

"I'm going to take it slow, okay?" he says softly, looking at you.

You nod, then lean up to kiss him. "I'll be fine," you say softly. You trust him.

He smiles, then leans in to kiss you again. His cock nudges at your entrance, slowly pushing its way inside of you. It hurts. You wince. He stops.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly, looking down at you. He was holding himself up with one arm, the other resting beside your head.

You nod, then kiss him softly. "Keep going," you say.

He nods, then continues to push inside of you. It feels like a knife is being dragged through your insides as he stretches you open. But at the same time it feels good.

When he's all the way inside of you, he lets out a long moan. "Fuck," he says softly. "You feel amazing. So tight, bébé." He kisses you again.

You smile through the pain, a tear falling down your cheek, then kiss him back. "You feel amazing too," you reply.

He chuckles softly. "I'm going to move now," he says softly.

You nod, then wrap your legs around his waist. "Go ahead," you reply.

He nods, then pulls back slowly. He looks down at your pussy as he does. Watching his cock slide out of you. He lets out a long moan as he does. "Putain, that's amazing," he says softly. "Look at you. Taking my cock so well."

He pulls out completely, then pushes back inside of you. You wince again, but it doesn't hurt as much as it did the first time. It still feels good. Really good. You start to moan as he begins thrusting inside of you slowly. It still hurts a little, but it feels good at the same time. He's so deep inside of you, his cock brushing against your cervix with each thrust.

"Jesus," he says softly. "You're so warm, baby." His thrusts start to speed up a little bit. You're moaning with each one. You've never felt anything like this before. It's so intense.

You start grinding back against him, taking him even deeper. You both moan at the feeling. You're getting closer, you can feel it. He's also getting closer, his thrusts getting faster. You can hear how wet you are. The sound of your pussy taking his cock with each thrust. It's so erotic.

He leans down to kiss you. "you're so beautiful," he says softly against your lips. "I'm going to fuck you full," he says. "I want to fill you up with my cum. Give you a baby, baby."

You blush a little, but it makes you even more turned on. The thought of him filling you up with his seed. Planting a baby inside of you. It feels primal, animalistic. And it makes you feel so good. You're getting even closer now. You're both moaning loudly now.

"I want you too," you reply breathlessly. "Fill me up, please." You plead.

He lets out a loud growl, then picks up speed, fucking you even harder. "Fucking hell, baby. You're so fucking tight," he says breathlessly. "I'm going to cum soon. Are you close?"

You nod, then kiss him again. "Yes," you reply breathlessly. "Please, cum inside me."

He lets out a loud groan, then speeds up even more. His thrusts become erratic as he loses control of himself. You can feel him tense up above you, his cock swelling inside of you. You're almost there too.

You feel him reach down between your legs, his finger finding your clit, rubbing it roughly. That's all it takes to send you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you like a wave. It's so intense that you scream out in pleasure. Your pussy clenching around his cock, squeezing it tightly.

He lets out a loud growl, his hips jerking against you as he fills you up with his cum. You can feel his hot seed flooding your insides. It feels amazing.

You both moan loudly, his body shivering above you as he cums. You feel him fill you up completely, your pussy overflowing with his cum.

When he's done, he collapses on top of you, his breathing hard. You're both sweaty. Your whole body relaxed. You feel amazing.

He looks down at you, then smiles softly. "That was amazing," he says softly."I'm sorry if it hurt." He adds.

You shake your head. "It's fine," you say softly. "I'm fine."

He nods, then leans down to kiss you. "I love you," he says softly against your lips.

"I love you too," you reply.

You lay there for a while, wrapped in each others arms. You both feel so relaxed. He's still inside of you, his cum leaking out of your pussy and onto the bed.

He pulls out after a few minutes, making you both moan at the feeling. He pulls out completely, then rolls off you. He looks down at your pussy, then lets out a low groan. "Putain, bébé," he says softly. "Look at you. You're such a mess." He says, his hand coming up to rub your pussy. "My cum is all over you." He adds.

You blush a little at the feeling. His fingers are covered in his cum as he plays with your pussy. You're so sensitive that you start to moan as soon as he touches your clit.

"Kylian," you moan out.

He chuckles softly, then leans down to kiss your stomach. "I feel like I just got you pregnant," he say softly. "You look so good right now." He says, his voice filled with lust. The way his cum is dripping out of your pussy and onto the bed. He's still hard, his cock still covered in his cum.

You watch as he mounts you again. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust. "I want to do it again," he says softly. "I want to fuck you while my cum is still inside of you." He adds.

You nod, then kiss him softly. "Do it," you reply breathlessly.

He moans, then pushes back inside of you.

*********

The next few days are no different. He fucks you every night, sometimes more than once a night. You've lost count of how many times you've gone at it. And you know he wants to keep going. You're both so horny, you can't help yourselves. He's always touching you, and you're always touching him. You're in paradise, and you can't imagine anything better.

You feel the first symptoms when you're halfway through your trip. You wake up in the morning feeling really nauseous. You rush to the bathroom and puke your guts out. He comes in to check on you, and you feel your cheeks flush. You've never puked in front of him before. It's embarrassing. But he just rubs your back, then holds you in his arms while you finish puking. Then he carries you to bed, and makes you breakfast in bed.

The next one, while you're at the beach. Your boobs hurt, like they always do when you're about to get your period. But you've never been regular, and you've never felt this bad before. It makes you feel a little sick.

And then when you're having dinner. You can't stop yawning. You've always been tired, but it's never been this bad. It's like you can't stop sleeping.

You don't say anything, just wanting to enjoy the rest of your trip. You also don't want to jinx it. So you don't say anything. But you can't help but wonder if you might be pregnant.

You get back home, and he's been going at it non-stop. He's so horny. You can't help but think that he's going to make you pregnant. It feels so good every time he does. You're always moaning, your pussy taking his cock so well. He loves it. He's always moaning about how good you feel, how tight your pussy is. You're getting closer, you can feel it. He's going to make you pregnant for sure.

And then your period doesn't come.

You stand in the bathroom, staring at the little white stick in your hands. You're nervous. Even though he talks about having kids when you're having sex, you're not sure if it's something he actually wants. Yes you discussed it before but you don't know how serious he was. Especially with how his career is going right now.

You're scared as you hold the stick in your hands. This is it. This is when you find out. Now all you have to do is pee. That's it. It's that simple. You're a grown adult, but you can't help but feel like a little kid right now. Like you're about to get in trouble.

You take a deep breath, then pull down your pants. You sit down on the toilet, then lift the stick up. It takes two minutes. And then you see it. The second line comes up almost instantly.

Your heart drops as you see it. You're pregnant. Holy shit. You're pregnant. You can't believe it. You thought you would be, but it's still crazy. You're pregnant. With a baby. Oh my god.

You sit there for a minute, staring at the test. You can't believe it. This is real life now. You're a grown up. You have to make adult decisions. This is scary.

Then you hear him calling you from outside the door. "Trésor, you okay?" he says softly. "You've been in there for a while."

You jump up quickly, then pull your pants back up. You open the door, holding the stick behind your back.

"Yeah," you say with a teary smile. "I'm fine."

He steps inside the bathroom, then pulls you into a hug. "Are you okay?" he asks softly.

You nod, then hold up the test. "I'm pregnant," you say softly.

His face goes blank as he looks down at it. You can't tell what he's thinking. He doesn't move for a second. You're worried, you're scared. Does he not want it?

Then you see him break out into a huge smile. "Oh my god," he says softly, his voice full of emotion. "I did it," he says, his voice filled with pride. "I got you pregnant," he adds. "I fucking did it," he repeats. He picks you up, spinning you around in a circle. You can't help but laugh at him.

He puts you back down, then pulls you into a hug. "I'm so happy," he says softly. "I can't believe it." He pulls back, then looks at you with a huge smile. "I'm going to be a dad," he says softly. "And you're going to be a mom," he adds.

You nod, feeling your cheeks flush. "I know," you say softly.

He pulls you into a kiss, picking you up off the ground again. "I love you so much," he says softly against your lips. "You're going to be an amazing mom," he adds.

He picks you up, carrying you to the bed. You lay down next to him, snuggling into his arms. "We're going to be parents," you say softly, breaking the silence that settled over you.

He nods, kissing your forehead. "We are," he replies. "We're going to be parents." He adds.

You both lay there for a minute, just enjoying each other's company. You can't wait for this new chapter in your lives.

He lets out a small groan as he rolls over, pulling you on top of him. "I want to celebrate," he says softly. "I want to make sure you're good and pregnant." He adds, his eyes dark with lust.

Then he takes you.

-Bianca🌻

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norizz-nation · 7 months

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Oscar and reader during winter break?

Vacation Or Honeymoon? | O.P81

Summary: After being terribly busy, you and Oscar finally get some time to spend with each other by going on a vacation. But is it really a vacation or a honeymoon?

“Ugh this winter is sucking ass!” you complain as you get comfortable in your bed, trying to warm yourself up. Oscar chuckles at your words as he actually imagined winter sucking someone’s ass. “Why?” he asks. “You know why” you say, sounding grumpy. You were looking up at the ceiling with furrowed brows as you decided to not look at Oscar, at all. “I do?” he asks as he puts his phone down and turns to your side. His face resting on his palm as he looked at you with loving eyes.

“Of course you do. Oscar we’ve been dating for three years now and this is the first time where we’re not going anywhere. We’ve both been so busy lately and we finally got some time together. I don’t wanna waste it just by staying home. Let’s go somewhere this winter” you say, starting to get a bit emotional. “Come here” he says as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him. “But it’s fine if you don’t want to” you say, playing with his soft curls.

You don’t know how but you actually fell asleep after that. Somehow his touch never failed to comfort you. He always makes you feel alive. Every time.

“Oh God!” you scream out as you did your eyeliner the wrong way again. “Baby, you look good anyway. Stop stressing yourself out” Oscar says as he looks at you in the mirror from behind. “You don’t get it Osc, I’ve been trying for like an hour now” you say wiping it off and taking a deep breath. You grab your eyeliner again and Oscar takes it away from you and puts it in his pocket. “I know, I’ve been standing here for an hour now. Look at me, baby you look absolutely perfect. With or without eyeliner. So let’s skip this tonight, okay?” he asks softly as he cups your cheeks with his hand. “Okay” you agree nodding lightly. “Good because we’re getting late now” he says as he kisses your forehead. “Wait, did you just compliment me because we’re getting late and we need to be there on time?” you ask Oscar as he starts to giggle. You just roll your eyes and lightly slap his chest.

“So how’s your winter going?” Lando asks you as he places the wine bottle down on the table. “Like shit” you complain resting your head on Oscar’s shoulder. “Like shit? Why?” Lando asks as he starts to snicker at you two. “Thank you” Oscar says as Lando hands him and you a glass of wine. “Because this winter sucks” you complain again and Lando nods, agreeing with you.

“Why don’t you two go on a vacation then? That’s so simple” Lando suggests as you nod. “I already told Osc about it” you say as Lando looks at Oscar for a response and he just nods mouthing a ‘she did’ to him.

You then sit up straight and hold Oscar’s hand, turning to his side. “Let’s go to Switzerland, please. It’ll be so fun” you plead, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Switzerland is just-” before he could finish Lando interrupts him. “Y/n, you’re not going on your honeymoon, come on. Go to Bali instead” he says as you just get annoyed by his interruption. “Switzerland is a honeymoon place but Bali is not?!” You shout at Lando. “How can I know? I’ve never been on my honeymoon” he says, totally unbothered as he takes a sip of his wine. You roll your eyes and just try your best to control your anger, “Lando stop it, for fucks sake”

“Baby listen to me. I know you want to go to Switzerland but let’s not this time. For me, yeah?” Oscar asks you, looking at you in the eye. “Fine” you say looking down at your lap. “Okay, I’ll go and pack my stuffs then” Lando says as he starts to get up. “W-what wait, where are you going?” you question, sounding confused. Lando stops mid way and turns around, “With you two? Bali?” he clarified. “Lando, no. You’re staying here. No Bali for you. Stop inviting yourself” you stated coldly. “Alright fine” he said as he sat down again.

Oscar knew that you’re upset and probably mad at him. But he had to choose Bali instead of Switzerland.

Why? Because it was planned already.

-1 week ago-

“Just don’t take her anywhere for a while” Lando says as Oscar starts to shook his head. “But why? This doesn’t have anything to do with my proposal” he argues but Lando just gets pissed by it. “You just have to show her that you don’t want to go anywhere for a while or just ignore her for a while. This will work, I swear” he says, assuring him that it’ll be fine. “But I can’t ignore her” Oscar says softly. “Then don’t! But just do it according to the plan” Lando states as Oscar just nods. “Bali is going be the best destination for your proposal I’m telling you. You bring her to my place and I’ll do the rest for you” he advised Oscar.

-Present-

“You do know that I’m going to Bali just because of you, right?” You ask him, sounding a bit annoyed. Oscar closes the luggage zipper and looks at you. Letting out a sigh. Probably mixed with a bit of guilt. He comes closer to you and caresses your cheeks. “I know baby, I know” he says as he makes you look up at him. You just lightly nod and don’t say anything. “Ready to go?” He asks and you just nod, nothing else.

You don’t know why you were giving him this silent treatment but you did.

“Welcome to Bali, sir! Welcome to Bali, ma’am!” A guy right outside the airport greets you two. He opens his car door and you assume he’s a driver. “The weather seems nice here” you say, looking out of the car. Oscar smiles at you and brushes his hand on your thigh. “It’s good?” he asks softly. You look at him and smile, “It’s good”

“Ready for our vacation?” he asks, holding his hand out for you to hold on to. “Mhm” you say, smiling at him and getting out of the car. Your mouth fell open when you saw a lavishing welcome waiting for you. The whole Kaba Kaba Estate dressed up with golden lights for you. “Oh my God, when did you do this?” you ask him, still stunned by it’s beauty. “Do you like it?” He asks, hoping for a positive response. “Osc baby, I love it!” You practically scream and hug him tightly. “Well, then good for me because we have it all to ourselves for a month” he says, smirking a little at you. “For a month?! All to ourselves?! No you did not” you say, doubting his words but he just shook his head and you knew that he wasn’t really kidding with you.

Right after freshening up you both went out for dinner. Everything seemed so dreamy to you. You never knew you would enjoy your trip to Bali. Sometimes you don’t even know how you ended up with him. And you don’t even know how you ended up cuddling with him right now after getting back from dinner.

“Thank you” you say, as you let out a tired sigh. Your eyes started to uncontrollably close from all the tiredness. Oscar’s arm holds you more tightly “Why baby?” he questions you. “For this lovely trip and I’m sorry I was complaining like a baby” Oscar giggles at your words. “But you are a baby” he says as you get annoyed again.

“Ah stop it Osc!”

“Never!”

-3 days later-

“Where do we go now?” you ask him, sounding excited. Oscar smiles at you and kisses your cheek lightly, “Lempuyang Temple” he says and you give him a questioning look, not knowing what exactly that temple is. After arriving there, Oscar tells you he will be back in a minute and just vanished somewhere. Meanwhile you took some pictures for your Instagram stories and posts. But, you start to get worried as he takes much more time and you’re there standing there all alone.

“Baby?” Oscar calls out as you turn around to find him. You start to laugh like a kid when you see him wearing a traditional dress called Sarong. “Oh my God! Oscar, you look so adorable!” you compliment him as he starts to get a little shy. “Come on, now it’s your turn” he says as he pulls you close to him. “What? No, Osc I’m not wearing that. You look good but I won’t” you say and Oscar just ignores you. “Shh, baby you have to” he says, more like he orders you.

Well it wasn’t a bad idea at all. You both had a good time at the temple wearing sarongs and taking a bit of rest in the shade area.

-Oscar’s POV-

“God, she’s so beautiful” he thinks in his mind as he watches Y/N roaming around the La Brisa beach club. Her hair looks so beautifully brown in the golden light. Her white top looking perfect with her beige skirt. She looks so beautiful.

I can’t wait to call her my wife.

“Osc, where’s my phone? I need to take a picture of the sky, it looks so pretty” she says standing in front of me. “Here” I say handing her the phone. “Thank you baby” she says smiling at you and starting to walk away but I grab her wrist, pulling her close to me. “What’s wrong?” she asks, getting a little shy. “You’re so beautiful” I say, meaning every little word I spilled. She could tell that I meant it just by looking at my eyes. Somehow my eyes could never hide the love I have for her.

-1 week later-

“Osc where’s my char-” your words stops when you see the room you and Oscar share filled with roses. Candles lit everywhere. But what shocked you the most is seeing Oscar on his knees looking up at you with fond eyes. He then got a little blue box out of his pocket and opens it. The box carried an Aquamarine ring in platinum from Tiffany And Co. Your mouth fell open, not being able to process the whole situation. “Oscar…” you honestly don’t know what you can say after that. “No wait, I got this” he says as he clears his throat a little which makes you crack up a little.

“Y/n, we both know that all these three years wasn’t all just happy and healthy. We had our bad times as well Every argument, every fights every little inconvenience happened because of me and somehow you always forgave me for it. You always excepted my mistakes. I mean, I even missed your birthday because I had to race. But you didn’t complain at all. I also didn’t even take you to Switzerland. Because I planned everything here. For you. I know I can never ever be the perfect one for you, but till the day I die I’m gonna try heart and soul to be the perfect one for you.” You start to tear up. Not being able to think straight.

Is this really happening? Is he really proposing to me?

“I know that you don’t like crowded spaces so here we are. Right in our room. Talking about our little things.”You just nod, not being able to get a word out. “Let’s grow old together. Let’s argue with each other for the rest of our lives.” You wipe your tears and let out a small laugh.

“Y/n, sweetheart will you marry me?”

It really is happening. He really is proposing to me

“Yes, yes, yes!” You screamed out. Oscar then took the ring out and wrapped it around your finger. “I love you so much” he says as he pulls you closer and kisses you. Filling the whole room with love and passion. “I love you too” you say as you kiss him back.

A/N: Okay wow, this was a long journey and thank you @piastrification for staying with me the whole time. Also, thank you @f1driverszona for helping me as well. Hope yall like it. Anyway, requests are open as always. So, feel free to ask what you want me to write. I love you. ❤️

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bangtanhoneys · 5 months

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BTS WEDDING SERIES: Honeymoon

SEOKJIN - LANDAA GIRAAVARU, MALDIVES

If there had been two things you both had wanted to do, it would have been eating and relaxing with a bit of fishing thrown in for Seokjin and privacy for you. It had been hard enough planning a wedding with a public figure but planning a honeymoon where all eyes would be on you if you even stepped outside your hotel room, it boiled down to the fact that it meant only a private island would do.

Yoongi had stolen the idea from you when it came to his wedding but Seokjin being Seokjin, he had done his research and found an island in the Maldives which was home to the luxury Four Seasons resort where all your needs would be catered for.

It had been an extremely long flight from Seoul and then another long trip from the airport to the actual island itself. By the time you even stepped into your hotel room, all you both wanted to do was sleep.

However, you had two weeks of private beaches, Michelin-starred dining, snorkelling, fishing and enjoying a world-class wellness spa.

“It’s going to be hard to go back to Seoul after this,” Seokjin commented as you both sat outside on the terrace, designed to look like you were in Marrakech rather than the Maldives. There were two more nights before you left the most magical place on earth that would soon disappear due to climate change.

“I know, being wined and dined and looked after for two weeks under the sun with nothing to do other than relax,” you sighed as you dined on traditional Arabic food.

“But back to Seoul as husband and wife though.”

YOONGI - BALI, INDONESIA

When you had sat down with Yoongi, amid all your wedding planning, to discuss the honeymoon there were only a few things he wanted: privacy, a place where the two of you could escape if it all got too much, relaxation and a bit of adventure.

Maldives had been on top of the list but Seokjin had already claimed that (as he helpfully pointed out) but Bali was also another contender. Private villas but still on a resort, waited on hand and foot, but in the traditional setting of Indonesia where you still could go and explore. It would be warm but not too warm.

The presidential villa had been booked within seconds of Yoongi looking at it, with two bedrooms (god knows why but you knew he’d escape into that room if he got too hot), two bathrooms and a huge outdoor lounge with a large heated pool and absolute privacy.

That’s what it had advertised and that’s what you got when you were led to your private village by a member of the resort who unlocked the door for you, handed over the key and left you to it.

“Holy shit,” you whispered as you walked down the steps onto the grass, and admired the pool for a moment but it was the view that took your breath away. Palm trees, jungle, and unbothered trees that swayed in the breeze.

“They even stocked up the mini bar,” Yoongi commented as he joined you on the small lawn, obviously not having seen what had taken your breath away.

“What? What?” he asked, holding up his hands in defence as you excitedly slapped his arm. “Oh.”

The two of you stood there in complete silence, the only sound was the breeze and a bird off in the distance.

“Okay, this was a good choice if I do say so myself.”

HOSEOK - BARCELONA

It had been pretty easy picking a honeymoon destination - you both had wanted a place filled with history, somewhere warm, somewhere you could do a bit of shopping, somewhere that wasn’t Dubai or Hawaii or Paris. Something different.

Which is how you found yourself stepping off the plane to sunny Barcelona, a private car to take you to your fancy hotel in the middle of the city and the keys to your suite in your hand before you could even think that you were actually on your honeymoon.

“Wow, jagiya, come and take a look at this!”

Hobi’s voice distracted you from where you were unpacking your two large suitcases that contained enough clothes for a month (even though you were only here for two weeks). He stood on the balcony and as you joined him, you could see the famous Passeig de Gracia, one of the major avenues in Barcelona and one of the most expensive ones.

“It has everything we wanted to see,” he carried on about the list you two had made before you had left, detailing everything you wanted to see in Barcelona from the art to the history to the architecture to the fashion. It seemed if not all of it, most of it was one this one particular avenue.

“And the beach is a half an hour walk or a 20-minute train ride as well,” you commented after pulling out your phone to check where on the map in Barcelona you actually were.

“Before we do any sightseeing, let’s go and get something to eat. That flight was too long.”

NAMJOON - ROME

Of course, it was easy to plan a honeymoon around Namjoon’s interest. There were so many cities and countries to pick from, whether he had been there or not, and it all came down to one place in the end - Rome. It had the history, the art, the galleries, everything the two of you wanted to see while you were on your two-week honeymoon and if you fancied going to the beach, there was a beach which was an hour away.

He had planned a detailed itinerary for the two weeks and had researched everything from the places you wanted to go, to the hotel, to the food, to even the public transport. If there was one thing he had full control over in any aspect of the wedding planning, the honeymoon had been in his hands.

You just had to look after the passports. You weren’t making that mistake again.

You weren’t sure if it was the time difference, the sound of Rome waking up or the fact that Namjoon had woken you up by walking into the door to the bathroom, but you rolled over in the softest bed you had ever laid in and stretched.

Today would be the first full day in Rome and you had VIP passes for the Vatican, Namjoon pulling his BTS card to make sure you get into all the places that the public could very rarely access. You needed to pack a bag with your ID, wallets, sunglasses, sunscreen, your passes and your phone to take plenty of pictures.

But before all that, you could hear Namjoon’s stomach rumble from the bathroom in time with your own stomach reminding you that you hadn’t eaten since the plane.

“Breakfast?” Namjoon asked, poking his head around the doorway with his toothbrush in his mouth.

“Breakfast,” you sighed as you got out of bed and joined him in the bathroom. “Is it too early to eat gelato?”

JIMIN - CALIFORNIA

How Jimin managed to blag a three-week honeymoon was beyond you. Somehow Jimin managed to pull his charm when he had discussed the details with the rest of the guys as well as the team. But you shouldn’t be surprised when it came to Jimin and his skills, especially when he pulled out the honeymoon of a lifetime out of his bag.

Starting in San Francisco, you’d have three days there to visit the famous sights of the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz. Driving down the coast would be the Big Sur where you’d spend a day enjoying the beach and the small towns that the coast had to offer before arriving in Los Angeles where Jimin had booked a two-day trip to Disneyland.

After Los Angeles, it would be San Diego and then onto the amazing Joshua Tree National Park and then onto the Sequoia National Park and the Yosemite National Park and finally onto the Napa Valley where Jimin had booked a wine tasting experience for you.

And you’d be back in San Francisco to go back to Seoul and reality.

It sounded amazing as you read through the itinerary again and you couldn’t wait to spend every moment with your husband, who was currently fast asleep in his chair with his legs stretched out. The two of you had a late night of packing, getting the last-minute bits and finalising the trip, it had left with you two with two hours of sleep before your alarm had woken you up to get to the airport.

Tucking the papers away into your bag, you slipped your eye mask over your eyes and made yourself comfortable against Jimin’s chest. You’d have access to Jimin 24/7 as husband and wife, so you’d need all the sleep you could get.

TAEHYUNG - PARIS, FRANCE

The City of Love - glamourised by artists, playwrights, poets and served as the setting for some of the greatest love stories of all time. So it hadn’t come as a surprise when Taehyung had booked a week in Paris for your honeymoon, knowing it had been a city on your bucket list for a long time and Taehyung had never really got to experience it with someone who he loved as much as he did you.

He had planned the week to the detail with visits to Versailles, cocktails at the Hemingway at the Ritz, a private tour of Lourve (because if Beyonce could do it, so you could you) and dinner at some of the most expensive top end restaurants the city had to offer.

There was no need to take any clothes because you’d be spending the first day in Paris buying your wardrobe on his card.

And as you woke up on your second day in Paris, with a wardrobe designed by Celine, and breakfast on the balcony that overlooked the Eiffel Tower and your husband ruffling his fluffy hair as he came out of the bathroom and stumbled through the living area to where you were waiting.

“Happy?” he asked, already pouring the complimentary champagne that came with the breakfast into the crystal glasses.

“We could be in Daegu and I’d still be the happiest person in the world.”

JUNGKOOK - AUSTRALIA

Jungkook wasn’t afraid to admit that he was a bit of a homeboy. While he loved the fact his career allowed him to go to some amazing places such as the United States, United Kingdom, Saudi Arabia, South America and even New Zealand - he loved nothing more than being home in South Korea.

So when it came to figuring out where the two of you wanted to go for your honeymoon, the answer had been in front of you the entire time. Jungkook was known for just going with the flow but needed somewhere with adventure and somewhere where he could flex his photography and videography skills. You, on the other hand, didn’t care where you went or what you did.

A road trip was going to be the answer and after many many many weeks of being indecisive, you finally decided Australia was going to be the place. It took a week of planning the route, booking the campervan and the flights and soon you were flying into Darwin, to start your two-week road trip down the spine of Australia’s outback known as the Explorer’s Way.

“It’s been awhile,” Jungkook commented as he loaded up the campervan with the two suitcases and the bags of food you had bought at the local store near to where you got your campervan.

“At least you only have to share the bed with one person,” You laughed as you closed up the doors and settled into the passenger seat, the rough itinerary the two of you had planned in your lap.

“So where to first? Kakadu National Park wasn’t it?” Jungkook asked, already plugging in the name of the park into the navigation.

“Three hours away,” you said as you got your playlist started.

“Let the honeymoon begin!”

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ts1m1kas · 1 year

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Football Masterlist:

requests are closed !!

FC BARCELONA:

Pablo Gavi:

Jealous Gavi

Gavi x Shy!Reader

Gavi Angst

Sergio's Niece

Comforting Gavi

Barcelona's Intern

Pedri Gonzales:

Jealous Pedri

REAL MADRID:

Jude Bellingham:

Childhood friends to Lovers

Real Madrid Women's

Jude Angst to fluff

Christmas Proposal

Dedicated Goal

Messi's Daughter

Gavi’s Twin Sister

Club Drama

Proposal of Business

Love in the Right Places

Protective!Jude

Fiancée and Footballer

Behind Closed Doors

Family Introductions (coming soon !)

Aurelien Tchouameni:

Quiet

PARIS SAINT GERMAIN:

Kylian Mbappe:

Jealous Kylian

BAYERN MUNICH:

Jamal Musiala:

Unjustified Anger

Brother's Best Friend

Musical Genius

Comfort

Just Colleagues

Musical Romance

Work Day Nightmare

Hidden Feelings

Lazy Day

Unprofessional Interviews

Bali Daydream

The Art of Proposing

League Celebrations

Post-Pregnancy Blues (coming soon !)

EINTRACHT FRANKFURT:

Robin Koch:

Euro Separation

Euro Separation Part 2

RB LEIPZIG:

Xavi Simons:

First Game Nerves

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Kostas' Birthday

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Andrew's Injury

Milner's Matchmaking

Ultrasounds of Love

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Honeymoon Stage

Blind Date

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Difficult Parents

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Clingy Erling

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thewintersoldierdisaster · 1 year

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a/n: this one actively broke my heart while writing it and i hope i did the topic justice. title came from a song on @pyotrkochetkov ‘s barzy playlist and i just knew i had to write something angsty for it. a bunch more happy and smutty long fics and headcanons are coming! seriously, let me know what you thought of this one - much heavier and angstier than i usually write 😬 ignore any inconsistencies, i’m not an expert on this particular medical procedure or professional hockey team travel

word count: 7k

tw: miscarriage, subsequent emotions

summary: on a mini trip to vancouver to watch andrei play, you suffer the worst loss of your life. andrei is your rock throughout the ordeal

Vancouver is a fun city - maybe not as fun as Raleigh or New York, but fun nevertheless - and you’re excited that part of the Canes’ Western road trip fell close to Thanksgiving weekend so you could join in for a bit of it without having to miss too much time at work. Part of your goal this season, your first married to Andrei, is to see him play in every arena. You’ve managed a few of the east coast arenas so far, but this is your first time out west. Nykki joined you too, so it’s like a mini-girls’ trip rolled into a ‘supporting our men’ trip.

The team’s there before you and Nykki get to Vancouver, having already played in Seattle two days before. It’s actually been slightly more than a week since you’ve seen Andrei in person and you miss him a lot. You’ve been with him for four years now, so you’re used to the travel and not seeing him for chunks of time, but this week feels extra hard. Luckily, after this little West Coast swing, Andrei will be home for a good chunk of time - the quirks of the NHL schedule are always insane to you.

You and Nykki get dinner before the game, discussing her wedding plans. It’s scheduled for early August, but time is already flying. You’re a bridesmaid, but you’ve been pushing off picking a dress, knowing that it’s not going to fit you by the time the wedding happens. Your fingers curl carefully against your stomach, hidden by the table and the bulk of your sweater, your little secret.

Butterflies roll in your stomach, excitement mingling with nerves, knowing that you’re going to tell Andrei the news after the game tonight. It’s so early in your marriage, and you’re definitely freaking out a little bit, but the idea of a little baby that looks like Andrei is enough to help the excitement win out.

“Martin wants to do Bali for the honeymoon,” Nykki tells you while you find your way to your seats. You bought tickets for the lower bowl, wanting to be in the middle of the crowd and all the excitement. The Canucks fans are already a little rowdy, with warmups halfway over. There’s a few Canes jerseys smattered through the crowd, but it’s certainly an uneven match.

You sip at your overly large Coke, your stomach turning a little. Dinner isn’t sitting right with you, but it’s manageable for now. “Bali’s nice, I mean, so I’ve heard. But what’s the weather like in August?”

Nykki points at you, her other fingers wrapped around her beer can. “That’s what I said! I thought it would be unbearably hot and humid, but apparently it’s gorgeous - 86 and barely any rain,” she grins. “I promised he could be in charge of the honeymoon, so I think we’re going to Bali.”

“Well,” you smirk back, “there are worse places to spend two weeks with your gorgeous NHL player husband, Nyk.”

She laughs and takes a sip of her beer, eyes twinkling. “You have a point there. How about you and Andrei? What are the big summer vacation plans?”

You pause, thinking of an answer because you’re anticipating having a newborn this summer, so a vacation isn’t likely to happen. Andrei’s been floating the idea of a mini European tour - hitting Rome and Paris for a few days each before heading to Russia for a little bit to visit family. But you haven’t really committed to plans since it’s only November and you have plenty of time. “We haven’t really talked about it,” you answer Nykki truthfully. “Drei’s been focused on the season and I’ve been busy with work. He doesn’t like to plan anything before the end of the regular season anyway.”

“Superstition,” Nykki sing-songs, putting her beer in the cup holder as she stands for the anthems. You get to your feet, pulling off your baseball hat and holding it over your heart, humming along with both anthems. You shift your weight from foot to foot, stretching out your lower back a little.

The puck drops and the game starts - Andrei’s almost immediately put in the penalty box, complaining and shouting at the ref the entire time he skates over. His hands fly in the air as he gestures, but his passion isn’t moving the ref at all and he takes his seat in the box, slumping down. You laugh, shaking your head affectionately. He’s a sweetheart off-ice, but on the ice, Andrei is a borderline criminal. He’s leading the team in penalty minutes and you’ve definitely heard plenty about how he doesn’t deserve it.

The game clock ticks down, Andrei’s released from the box and immediately scores on a breakaway. You and Nykki jump from your seats, screaming and cheering with the Canes up one to nothing. The Vancouver fans around you glare and chirp, but you and Nykki just laugh, giving back as good as you get.

It’s pure fun to be supporting the visiting team and you and Nykki thoroughly enjoy yourselves, dancing to the music and gossiping during TV timeouts and slower moments. Nykki gets another beer and you refill your soda, your stomach still acting up. The popcorn Nykki gets is too salty and you end up joining the crowd when they start throwing their own snacks at the refs. It’s a penalty called on the Canucks, which is good news for you, but the crowds enthusiasm is infectious.

The fans of the Canadian teams are definitely a little more intense and vocal with their displeasure with the refs, you’ve noticed. A particularly obscene chant breaks out when Brady dances around one of the Canucks’ defensemen to set up a powerplay goal for Brent Burns.

You and Nykki throw your arms up and cheer, screaming yourselves silly. Your stomach cramps a little and it puts a damper on the celebration and also serves as a reminder that you really need to see a GI doctor to determine if you’re actually lactose intolerant or if you have a gluten allergy. You grimace and sit back down, clenching your stomach a little, which seems to help. The rest of the second period flies by and the boys are up two to one.

The people around you start to shuffle off to get more food or go to the bathroom, now that the second intermission has started. You finish the rest of your soda and shift in your seat. Nykki looks over at you curiously. “You okay? You seem like you’re kind of uncomfortable,” she says, twisting her hair back into a ponytail.

“I’m fine,” you hum. “My back is killing me though. I must’ve tweaked it on the flight over.”

“You want an Advil?” Nykki’s already shaking around her purse and you can hear things rattling around.

“Let me go refill my drink, pee, and then yeah, I’ll take an Advil,” you reply, holding the reusable cup to your chest and getting out of your seat. Nykki pulls her knees to the side and you scoot past her, stopping when she makes a little noise. “What?”

“Babe, I think you need a tampon too,” she whispers, gesturing to the back of your jeans.

Your eyebrows draw together. You’re not getting your period anymore. “Tamp-?” The word catches in your throat and your eyes go wide. Your mind spins as the pieces start clicking into place and, as if to serve as the final kick in the ass sign, your lower stomach twists unpleasantly with a sharp cramp. Tears fill your eyes and you reach down to grab Nykki’s hand. “Um, surprise, I’m pregnant, but maybe see should go to the hospital or an urgent care?”

Half a dozen emotions cross Nykki’s face before it settles on shock, but all you can focus on now is the persistent cramping in your stomach. The cramping that’s been bothering you all day and you ignored, thinking nothing of it. God, you’re a terrible mother already.

“Okay, okay,” Nykki jumps to her feet, squeezing your fingers and dragging you out of the row and up the stairs to the main concourse. Her other hand is gripping her phone tightly and she’s jabbing at it with her thumb. “I’m calling an Uber. The hospital is like a ten minute drive.”

You nod, feeling numb as Nykki drags you along, your feet stumbling to keep up as you dart around the people waiting in lines for the bathroom and for food. How could your whole night - your whole life - have just taken a complete one-eighty in the matter of minutes. The cold Vancouver air hits your face like a slap, shocking some feeling back into your body. You wish it hadn’t.

The cramping is worse, the feeling between your legs - blood - like free bleeding during your period, but worse, so much worse.

Your stomach lurches and you rip your hand from Nykki’s grasp, bending at the waist and vomiting into a bush next to the entrance to the arena. “Oh, it’s going to be okay. Let it out,” Nykki’s voice is soothing and she rubs a hand in between your shoulder blades while your stomach seizes and you vomit again, spitting into the dirt.

Tears streak down your cheeks and your throat burns now. “I want Andrei,” you whisper, heart clenching with grief.

“Let’s get you to the hospital,” Nykki guides you towards the rideshare pick-up area, where a four-door sedan is already waiting. “I’ll get a hold of him somehow, but let’s take care of you first, okay?”

You let her bundle you into the backseat of the car and swallow back your tears, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes hard enough to see starbursts. Forcing yourself to take a deep breath, you try to calm down, you don’t know what’s happening for sure. Even though it feels very much like the end of something, you have to find a little piece of hope to keep yourself sane. The driver catches your eye in the rear view mirror as he pulls out of the arena parking lot, his mouth twisted down in a concerned frown even as his eyes are slightly judgmental. He’s driving you from a hockey game to a hospital - god knows what he’s thinking about you.

Nykki squeezes your knee and smiles gently at you, even as she’s typing on her phone with her other hand. “It’s still intermission, no one’s going to have their phone on them, but I’m trying to see if I can get through to one of the trainers or something. Just stay calm and we’ll figure it out,” she’s no-nonsense and you’re so grateful for her taking control of the situation.

Your lower back complains as the driver hits a pothole and another leak of fluid rushes between your legs. The drive is too long and too short all at once and before you know it, you’re being admitted to the Vancouver General Hospital emergency room and deposited on a bed, a curtain drawn around you. A nurse with warm, sympathetic eyes and a kind smile does your intake, her lips twisting to to side as you’re answering her questions.

“I just found out a few days ago,” you whisper, starting your fingers together. “I haven’t even told my husband.”

“Mrs. Svechnikov,” the nurse pats your arm comfortingly, “we really don’t know anything for sure until we get an ultrasound. Try not to put added stress on your body.”

You don’t even bother correcting her about your last name, the Russian name sounding strange in her Canadian accent. Nykki comes behind the curtain, clutching her phone. “There’s about ten minutes left in the third,” she says. “I can’t get ahold of anyone, but I’ll keep trying.”

“We’re going to get an OB down here and check everything out, okay?” The nurse says kindly, but brusquely, and then disappears back into the main emergency room. You roll your neck so your cheek is resting on your shoulder and a few tears leak out of your eyes.

“You didn’t leave any messages or anything for Andrei, right?” You ask. “I don’t want him to see and freak out.”

Nykki brushes your hair off your forehead and shakes her head. “No, I left a few messages for Martin to call me as soon as he could. I figure I’ll get to Andrei that way. Do you need anything?”

“Just Andrei,” you hiccup a sob, pressing a shaking hand to your mouth. Your other hand hovers over your stomach, afraid to touch it. The bleeding hasn’t stopped, so despite what the nurse said, you know it’s a miscarriage. Your stomach rolls and you press your lips together tightly so you don’t vomit.

“I’ll get him here as fast as I can,” Nykki reassures you. While you wait for the OB, she absently braids your hair back from your face, tying it off in an efficient, utilitarian French braid down your back. She talks as she works, trying to distract you, and you’re grateful for her efforts even if they don’t work. All you can think about is the little life that had been growing in you just a few hours ago. Your heart lurches painfully when you realize Andrei’s going to find out about the pregnancy and the loss all at once.

The OB is a middle-aged Black woman with a slight Canadian accent who introduces herself as Doctor Hayes and she doesn’t sugarcoat the news, which you appreciate. “I’m very sorry, Mrs. Svechnikov,” she sighs, looking very much like she hates this part of her job. “But you are actively miscarrying right now. We’re going to admit you overnight for monitoring and will reevaluate in the morning.”

Your entire body goes cold at her words and you grip Nykki’s hand - you hadn’t let her leave your side, terrified to be alone. A cramp rips through your lower body and you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. “What-“ your voice is hoarse and you clear your throat, trying again, “what, um, are the next steps?”

Doctor Hayes rests her hands on the guard railing on your bed. “Well, we’ll have you on a hydration IV throughout the night while we monitor the miscarriage. There may be a need for a D and C, to make sure it’s complete and there’s no tissue left behind.” Your face blanches as she talks. “But all of that will depend on what happens tonight.”

“Thank you,” you murmur and she pats your hand gently, sympathetically, as she leaves. You can hear her giving the nurse instructions and you slump back against the pillows, completely drained.

Nykki checks her Apple Watch and grimaces. “It’s Martin. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Be gentle with Andrei, okay?” You reply, desperately wanting him at your side, but also wanting to protect him from this heartbreak a little longer.

She’s back in a few minutes, after the nurse has started you on an IV. “Martin’s going to bring him over,” she says, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed. “I didn’t tell him why you were here, just that you started to not feel well during the second,” she says. “It sounded like Andrei was halfway out the door before Martin could finish his sentence.”

You nod faintly. That sounds like Andrei. “I hope they don’t get slammed by Rod for leaving…” You twist your wedding rings around your finger, the diamonds catching the fluorescent lighting.

“They won’t,” Nykki says firmly. “He’d have to be a real bastard to punish Andrei for coming to the hospital for you. Besides, someone should’ve been available to get Andrei here earlier! It’s ridiculous.”

“Let him have an extra hour of normalcy,” you sigh, shifting on the bed, sore and uncomfortable.

You’re moved into a private room and given a hospital gown that bares your entire back and ass. A giant pad that’s probably as big as a damn puppy pee pad is wedged in between your legs to contain the bleeding and the IV is tugging unpleasantly at your skin. Nykki’s waiting downstairs to bring Andrei directly to you and you hope he’s here soon because now that you’re alone, the reality of the situation is sinking in and your chest is starting to feel tight. You turn your head and try to bury your face in the pillow, but you catch a whiff of the lingering Tom Ford Lost Cherry perfume you’d applied earlier mixed with antiseptic and sterile hospital smell and your brain briefly registers that it’s a shame, because you really love this perfume and now you’ll never be able to wear it again. Your heart thumps painfully in your chest, a reminder that you’re losing more and more of your baby with each passing second.

You hear him before you see him, the pounding of his footsteps echoing through the hallways. He’s running down the hall, that much is clear, and when you look over at the door, you catch the blur of Andrei skipping completely past your room before he doubles back and skids to a stop in the doorway.

He looks terrible - hair still damp with sweat, the red mark across his forehead from his helmet is still prominent, and he looks like he got dressed in the dark - or an extreme hurry - in a pair of basketball shorts and his button down with the buttons done up all wrong. But it’s the look of complete panic in his eyes that scares you the most. Andrei never looks that panicked.

“Solnyshka,” he breathes, his shoulders dropping from around his ears. In three long strides he’s at your side, holding your hand, and you finally feel like you can breathe.

“Hi,” you whisper before bursting into tears.

“Hi,” he replies softly, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. His grip is almost painful, but you welcome it as you hiccup. “What’s going on, solnyshka?”

Insanely, the only words that come out of your mouth are, “your shirt is buttoned wrong.”

Andrei looks surprised, “what?” he asks absently as his gaze flickers down to his shirt. He shakes his head, “I rush. Solnyshka,” his voice is high and nervous, “what is going on? Neci didn’t know anything. Just that you’re here, in hospital.”

“I…Andrei, I’m so sorry,” the words rush out of your mouth on a flood of fresh tears. “I was pregnant and now I’m not. I lost the baby.”

You’re not even sure if Andrei can even understand you, you’re crying so hard. But one glance at his face and the completely shattered expression it wears, and you know he understood you. His fingers tighten around yours and he’s shaking his head, hair falling forward over his forehead.

“What? I don’t - a baby?” He rubs at his forehead with his other hand, eyebrows pinched together in confusion. “When did you - why didn’t -“

He can’t seem to get a full sentence out and it only makes you cry harder, your entire body hurting with the effort. You know what he’s asking though.

“Last week,” you manage. “The day after you left. I was going to tell you tonight, but…” You trail off, shrugging one shoulder.

Andrei’s head hangs, chin to chest, and he makes a little noise in the back of his throat. “I’m so sorry, milaya,” he says, voice hoarse. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

The worst of your tears are drying up and you shake your head. “It’s not…I had Nyk. I hate that you had to find out like this. Baby and then no baby, all at once,” your voice cracks and you trace the little embroidered A.S. on his cuff, barely able to look at him.

Your husband sighs and drops his head so he can rest his forehead against yours. He smells like sweat and fear and Old Spice and your throat clogs with emotion again. “I thought…” he breathes. “I hear hospital and I think the worst. I thought the worst.”

This is the worst, you think. The worst possible thing. But you know what he means, that he thought something even more awful had happened to you, that he was worried he lost you because he didn’t know there was something else to lose.

Andrei’s lips brush against your cheek, soft and delicate, the rasp of his stubble a stark contrast. You sit like that, foreheads touching, for who knows how long. Andrei doesn’t cry, but his chest hitches and you think he might, maybe, when it all sinks in. You’re all cried out and now there’s just bone-deep exhaustion.

“i’m tired,” you murmur, the words getting lost between you.

Andrei nods against your forehead and pulls back, looking like it takes him a huge effort to sit back up. He cups your cheek and his thumb strokes a careful arc over your cheekbone. You lean into the familiar gesture, comforted. “Sleep, okay? I’ll…I have to call Rod. Get my stuff. I’ll take care of everything,” his voice is steady, but his eyes are clouded.

You nod, your eyelids already closing. Andrei gets up and brushes his lips over your forehead, murmuring that he loves you. Once he’s outside the room, you can hear him talking quietly to Nykki and Martin, but your grief and exhaustion pull you under before you can really concentrate on what he’s saying.

Sleep doesn’t last and you’re awake again after a few hours. You blink awake blearily, confused for a second before everything comes rushing back. Andrei’s scrunched up in a chair in the corner, his chin propped up on the palm of his hand, eyes shut. He changed in the time since he left, now dressed in a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt. His legs are kicked out in front of him, a pair of white sneakers on his feet. You don’t want to wake him, but when you shift, a sharp pain pierces your side and you gasp loudly before biting down hard on your tongue to muffle the noise. It doesn’t work and Andrei’s eyes fly open, his entire body jerking.

“Hey,” he’s at your side in a second, “what hurts? I call a nurse?” His accent is thick with sleep and worry.

You shake your head, the pain subsiding. “I’m fine.” And you are, the worst of the cramps are gone, leaving just a vague soreness and uncomfortable tightness in your chest and stomach. “You should’ve gone back to the hotel.”

“And leave you?” Andrei looks at you like you’re crazy. He shakes his head. “I got my bag and Nykki brought yours back. Do you want anything?”

“No,” you reach for his hand and lace your fingers together. “I just want to go home.”

He nods, looking exhausted. “Me too. I spoke to Rod, if you’re discharged later today then you come with us on the plane. If not, I stay and come home with you when you’re ready,” his lips quirk up at the corner when you start to protest. “Is decided, solnyshka. I’m not leaving your side.”

“But…” you trail off, all the arguments that you can think of fading when you realize that you don’t want to be separated from Andrei, not right now. “Okay,” you whisper.

“Good,” he chuckles under his breath. “I don’t want to argue with you.”

“No arguments from me,” you reply dryly, rolling your head so your cheek is on the pillow and you can look directly at him. “Why don’t you try and sleep some more? I’m not going anywhere.”

His jaw tightens a bit. “Can’t sleep,” he replies, even though you had just seen him asleep. “If the doctor comes, I want to be awake.”

You nod again, sore and tired, and Andrei just sits with you quietly for a while before you think to ask, “how was the game?”

He snorts. “We won, but who cares?” It’s such an unexpected answer - Andrei’s never not cared about winning a game - and it startles you into silence.

A nurse comes in a few minutes later, saving you from having to find an answer. She introduces herself as Kayla and speaks in a soft, but firm tone. You’re starting to recognize the undercurrent of apology and sympathy in the nurses and doctors’ tones and you’re beginning to hate it. Andrei doesn’t let go of your hand while she checks your vitals and puts another bag of saline on the IV pole. “The OB will be in soon to do another ultrasound and see if you need a D and C,” Kayla says gently. “But everything else looks good. You won’t be staying another night and I would guess that you’ll be out of here by early afternoon at the latest, either way.”

You nod robotically, not really absorbing what she’s saying. By this afternoon, everything will be over and you’ll for sure, 100% not be pregnant anymore. It’s a gut punch, even though you knew this was coming. Andrei asks the nurse a few more questions before she leaves, but you don’t really listen, focusing on a small stain on a ceiling tile. It looks like nothing at all, just a blob of brown, but the more you stare at it, the more your vision unfocuses, the more it starts to look like one of those stereotypical ultrasound blobs.

You don’t even realize that you’re crying again until Andrei wipes the tears from your cheeks. “Try and sleep again,” he murmurs, chewing at the inside of his cheek. “I think you’ll need strength.”

“Can you get me some water?” You ask, running your hands over the braid Nykki had done. It’s so messy and it feels like she fixed it a million years ago, but it was only four or five hours. It feels like another lifetime, sitting in the arena and joking around with her. From halfway through second intermission to a hospital room at 2 a.m. Certainly not how you were picturing the end of your trip to Vancouver.

You think you must fall asleep again because the next thing you know, there’s sun coming through the window and Andrei’s at your side again, his large hand resting on the top of your head, cradling the crown. Unfamiliar doctors and nurses are in the room and they all speak to you and Andrei, but the only words you hear are “incomplete miscarriage” and “quick procedure” before you’re being shuffled off to an operating room. It all happens too fast for you to even be scared and the last thing you remember before the anesthesia is Andrei by your ear, whispering in Russian to you, the spicy scent of his deodorant filling your senses.

Andrei’s there again, when you wake up, eyes looking red and face drawn. You’re barely conscious, but the sigh of relief he exhales permeates the fog. His hand is warm in yours and you manage a weak smile at him. “Hey there handsome,” you croak and he laughs weakly. “Miss me?”

“You…” Andrei coughs, “I love you very much.”

“Love you,” your words slur a bit. “I wanna go home.”

“Soon, solnyshka,” Andrei promises, stroking your hair. “Soon.” He’s still stroking your hair when you fall asleep again.

When you wake up again, the overwhelming sense of emptiness is what you notice first. Then Andrei comes into focus again, his weight of his head resting on your leg, his hand on your hip. You’re not sure if he’s awake or not, but you gently run your fingers through his hair and he looks over at you, shifting.

“Hi,” he murmurs, dark circles under his eyes.

“Hi,” you rasp back, fingers still working through his hair.

“How do you feel?”

“Sore, tired,” you hesitate, “empty.”

“Yeah,” Andrei’s reply is barely an exhale. “Doctor said we can go, once they give you the all-clear.”

You nod, chewing at your lower lip. “Andrei,” you choke his name, the words coming out like broken glass, “we don’t have a baby anymore.”

“I know,” Andrei replies simply, sitting up all the way and leaning forward to gather you into his arms. You go to him easily, moving carefully and ignoring the pull of your protesting muscles, and bury your face against his chest. He’s in the same black t-shirt and he smells stale now, like he needs a shower desperately, but under that he just smells like Andrei, like home, and you cry into his chest, the fabric growing wet under your face. He just holds you, his arms a strong cage around your back, his hands running up and down your back. Everything in your body hurts, but nothing more than your heart.

Throughout the next few hours, when you’re given a clean bill of health, instructions to take it easy and abstain from sex or using a tampon for three weeks, and discharged, Andrei is a rock. He’s right at your side, helping you get dressed in the soft joggers you were using as pajama pants and an oversized hoodie. He laces up your sneakers for you and carries all the bags out to the waiting Uber. You were discharged in time to make the team flight home, but after hearing Andrei on the phone before the doctor came in for your exam, you kind of suspect that he may have pressed Rod to change the travel plans. You can’t even start to think about what he’s done for you, exhaustion seeping to your bones.

No one says anything to you when Andrei ushers you onto the plane, but Neci gives you a small smile and squeezes your hand when you walk past him. You return the smile, feeling awful that Nykki has to fly home on her own. She’s been texting, checking in on you, and you haven’t answered yet, too distracted to deal with even holding your phone. Andrei bundles you into a seat near the back of the plane and wraps his jacket around you.

“Thanks,” you say quietly, resting your head against his shoulder.

“Anything for you, solnyshka,” he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Try and sleep, long flight. I have the pain pills, if you need, okay?”

You nod against his shoulder and wrap his jacket tighter around your body, tucking your hands up into the sleeves. Andrei rests his palm on your knee and before the plane even takes off, you’re asleep.

It’s a long flight back to Raleigh and you don’t sleep the entire way, but after a solid three hour nap, you wake up feeling better. Andrei’s asleep when you wake up, his head dropped back against the headrest, his mouth open slightly. He finally looks relaxed and peaceful and you’re grateful, so grateful, for him.

Your whole body still hurts, but your legs are starting the cramp up, so you carefully shimmy out of your seat to stretch in the aisle. Brady and Jarvy wave at you from a few rows up and you wave back, wondering what they know, if they know anything. No one really tries to talk to you, so you assume Andrei told them that you had some kind of medical emergency. Legs feeling better, you settle back into your seat, finally pulling out your phone and connecting to the in-flight wifi so you can text Nykki.

She reassures you that none of the other guys know what happened and that if you need anything when you’re back in Raleigh to let her know. You’re blessed to have such a good friend in her and you thank her, thinking that maybe in a few days you’ll see if she’ll bring Gigi over for some puppy cuddles.

Andrei wakes up about and hour before you land and he gulps back half of a water bottle before he even says anything. Then he tips his head close to yours and whispers, “how are you feeling? Any pain?”

“No,” you whisper back, “I’m okay. Just sore. It’s like being drained after a really bad period. I feel better after my nap.”

“Good,” he pushes the half-empty water bottle into your hands. “Drink.”

“Yes, sir,” you tease, the moment of lightness making you feel a little better. You sip at it slowly, starting to get a little nauseous. Andrei wraps his arm around your shoulder and you lean against him, drawing comfort from his solid warmth.

When you land, Andrei guides you off the plane, his palm reassuring against your lower back. It’s easy to let him take the lead and to not think about anything. He’s got both of your bags and you don’t even put up a fuss when he refuses to let you carry even your purse. You’re just too tired.

Andrei’s car is parked fairly close and you don’t have to walk very far. You lower yourself into the front seat of the Lamborghini, muttering, “I hate this car.” Your stomach gives a protest of pain from having to climb into the car.

“I know,” Andrei laughs a little, loosening up. His string of ugly sports cars is a long running topic of conversation. The last one was orange, the one before that a strange green. This one is electric purple and it’s hideous. His terrible taste in car colors is his only red flag. “Next one will be red.”

“Why couldn’t this one have been red?” You ask, breathing deeply to stave off the nausea. You sink back against the seat and Andrei pulls out of the parking spot. He’s driving must slower than usual and is taking extreme care with navigating the roads.

“This one was only 75 made,” he explains again. “It’s a collectors item.”

“It’s still ugly,” you tease, a smile playing at your lips.

He reaches over and takes your hand, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. “I love you so much, moya solnyshka, and I’m so…proud of your strength.”

Andrei doesn’t look at you when he says it, but his voice gets thick and he swallows roughly. He continues, “it hurts to know there would’ve been a baby in the summer.” So he did the math, you think. “But, this is maybe the wrong thing to say, but I’m glad I didn’t know before.”

It’s not really the right thing to say to you in the moment, but you can’t blame him. You sniff and nod. “I know. I almost wish I hadn’t known either. It was only a week, but I was so attached to…to the idea of our baby.”

“When you’re ready,” Andrei says slowly, turning to look at you while you’re stopped at a red light, “you tell me and I’ll give you a baby. When you’re ready.”

You nod, unable to even think about trying for a baby right now, but Andrei’s words and his earnest expression make your heart melt. You love him so, so much. “When I’m ready,” you repeat, squeezing his fingers.

When you get home, Andrei runs you a shower and joins you after a minute, soaping up your hair and scrubbing down your body gently. You don’t speak while he works and his touch is nothing but chaste. He’s careful around your stomach and between your legs, impossibly gentle with those huge hands of his. You stand under the spray while he gives his own body and hair a quick wash, the heat of the shower starting to make you a little lightheaded. Right before it gets to the point where you think you’re going to have to say something, Andrei flips the water off and reaches out of the stall for a huge, fluffy towel, wrapping you up in it and rubbing his hands up and down your arms to keep you warm. He grabs another towel and wraps it around his waist, gripping your elbow and guiding you back to the bedroom.

You rummage in his drawers for oversized clothes, not wanting anything constrictive on your body. Once you’re comfortable in an old pair of Andrei’s grey sweats and a threadbare Duke t-shirt, you crawl under the covers and curl up on your side. “Join me?” You ask, looking up at Andrei. He nods, silently climbing into bed behind you and gently scooting you closer to him. The warmth of his body is comforting against your back and he wraps his arms loosely under your breasts, avoiding your stomach. Andrei buried his face in your hair and you let a few silent tears leak out of your eyes.

What did you do to deserve this wonderful man?

With Andrei’s arms around you and your heart heavy in your chest, you fall asleep again, but it’s unsatisfying. After a few hours, you need food even though you’re still nauseous. Andrei makes himself a sandwich and warms up a can of chicken soup for you and you eat in bed, a rerun of The Nanny on TV. Andrei doesn’t really get the show - the humor is too specific - but he does like to point out all the outfits that Fran wear and he thinks you can pull off. It’s a nice distraction.

You take the next few days off of work, just to recover, but Andrei isn’t as lucky. You’re mostly fine physically except some lingering soreness, most of your problems are mental. After talking about it on the way home, neither you not Andrei has really brought up the miscarriage.

Two days after the miscarriage, the team is playing at home and Andrei’s right there in the middle of it all. You don’t watch the game, still too raw to watch hockey after what happened in Vancouver, so it’s a little shocking when he comes home with a blackened right eye and a cut across his nose and part of his cheek. “What happened?” You yelp upon seeing him, getting carefully to your feet and reaching up to lightly touch the side of his face.

Andrei grunts. “Distracted, got hit,” he winces when he moves his face.

You feel awful, knowing he was distracted because he was worrying about you. “Luckily it didn’t need stitches,” you say softly. “Can’t have anything ruining that pretty face,” you tease him lightly.

He gives you a tight smile and his gaze flickers down to your stomach, covered in an oversized sweatshirt. You catch his look and brush your thumb over the edge of his jaw. “I’m okay. You don’t have to worry about me so much,” you say. “I’m tough. I’m strong.”

“I know,” Andrei sighs, dropping a kiss to your forehead. He hesitates, wanting to say more, and you wait. “At the game,” he says slowly, “Burnsie, Staalsy, they had their kids there. I couldn’t help…I was picturing…”

Oh.

Your heart cracks right over the scabs that had been forming the past two days and fresh pain floods your veins. “Drei…” you’re not even sure what to say to him. You knew he was sad, but you hadn’t really thought about how deep his feelings went.

He smiles sadly at you. “Today, it hit me,” he says, twisting his lips. “We lost a baby.”

“Yeah,” you reply, throat tight. “We did.”

Andrei pulls you close, twisting his hand in the end of your ponytail. “I wasn’t expecting it to hurt like this, when I didn’t even know for very long,” he murmurs and you can feel a few tears drip onto the top of your head. You wrap your arms around his waist tighter.

“I don’t think that matters,” you mumble. “It hurts no matter how long you knew about it.”

You can feel Andrei’s head turn, his cheek pressing against the top of your head. You just stand there in his arms, holding tightly to the only other person that’s feeling the same pain as you. The longer Andrei holds you, the more you feel your fragile heart mending itself, the steady beat of his heart a constant under your cheek.

After that, things slowly start getting back to normal. You’re physically healed and cleared to resume normal activities. Andrei’s not so distracted during games. You can go hours, days without thinking about the baby that’s gone.

Andrei mentions it, off-hand, about a month after you get home from Vancouver, after he’s back from another quick road trip. “We could’ve been telling our families about the baby at Christmas,” he’s clearly been thinking about it.

You nod, a little startled by his comment. “Probably, yeah. Or we would’ve told them already, too excited to keep a secret,” you smile a little to yourself, thinking about how Andrei almost spoiled his proposal twice before he actually popped the question because he was so excited.

He grins at you, dimple popping, and pushes a slim box across the table at you. “Early Christmas present,” he says, answering your unasked question.

Looking at him suspiciously, you pop the lid on the jewelry box, finding a thin gold chain bracelet with two delicate charms on it - the common blue and white Greek mati to ward off the evil eye and a little horizontal cross attached at each end to the chain. You trace your fingers over the chain and look up at Andrei.

“A little luck?” He says, lifting one shoulder. “I saw it in a store window, in Long Island, before we played. Made me think of you.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, getting out of your seat to kiss him softly. You trace your tongue over his lower lip and desire stirs in your stomach, something foreign after the last few weeks, but oh so familiar. You’re not quite ready to have sex yet, but it’s a good reminder that you will one day soon. “It’s perfect.” You hold out your wrist and Andrei clasps the bracelet on.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he says, reminding you of the promise he made in the car.

“Whenever I’m ready,” you repeat, crawling onto his lap and letting him hold you. The thought of getting pregnant again doesn’t make your chest feel quite as tight anymore, doesn’t get the panic alarms ringing in your head. Andrei’s been so patient and gentle, making everything just a little bit easier to bear.

Every day just reminds you that as long as Andrei’s by your side, you can handle anything life throws at you.

He kisses the side of your head and holds you close, chasing the shadows of grief away.

#andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov fic #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov x you

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atthedugouts · 2 months

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Dinner on the Bay

This is my first time doing a double @galladrabbles but I realized if I’m taking the boys to San Diego then I need to take them to one of my favorite restaurants because I know Mickey flower shirt Milkovich will love it too. @rayrayor if you come to San Diego just know that the drink warning is true.

The couple sits down, Mickey wearing a brand new Hawaiian shirt for the occasion. There’s a band playing music of The Beach Boys that helps capture that kitschy mid century feel of this place and Mickey can’t help but smile ear to ear.

“Hello,” the waitress greets. “Have you been to Bali Hai before?”

“No, first time,” Ian says. “We’re on our delayed honeymoon.”

“Congratulations and welcome,” the waitress smiles. “ we’re famous for our Mai Tai. Just to warn you they’re 100% alcohol, no juice. We have a strict two drink limit.”

“I’ll stick with water, thanks.”

“Pussy, I’ll have my two and his.”

#my mom likes to talk about the time before the two drink limit #scary times #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #gallavich

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fortpeat · 1 year

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any ideas for some prapaisky ficlets? i am looking for some inspiration and you have the best ideas (:

Hey Nonnie 💖☺️

Aww I am honored you believe that I have "best ideas" 🥹😭 Thank you so much. So I am gonna divide it into two versions

AU version Stories / Canon version Stories

AU version

PrapaiSky first kiss if they had met first and garbage didn't exist.

Sky wooing Prapai first 🤭

Prapaisky Honeymoon in Bali (both of them tanned and beautiful wheww) in canon they honeymoon in Europe where Prapai shows all his favorite places

Canon version

Sky seeing what it's like when Prapai gets drunk. (P. S Prapai is extra sappy, shameless and horny.

What happens when Sky is the one who is drunk (P.S Sky starts singing and dancing and Prapai falls in love all over again)

Sky's graduation and Prapai's gift (most probably a vacation)

Them moving into their new condo and setting up

Furniture shopping (apparently Prapai thinks he's quite the interior designer) several debates 🤭 Sky winds lost of them obviously. He just uses his doe eyes and Prapai is gone

Sky to know that Prapai can actually cook. Really well. And asking Prapai to teach him as well ☺️

Prapai meeting Sky's dad for the first time. Definitely gets threatened but before he leaves Sky's dad thanks Prapai for loving his son and bringing back the sparkle in his eyes.

Hope these helps you Hun 🤭 (it's 1:15am and I could only come up with these for now) 😁😁 happy writing 💖

#love in the air #prapaisky #prapai x sky #lita #asks are always appreciated #fic ideas

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alrightbuckaroo · 1 year

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this side of paradise

Chapter: 1/1 | Rating: General Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | Word Count: 1.1k | Summary: TK and Carlos can't pick decide on a place for their honeymoon and Carlos might be the reason as to why.

“Carlos, baby,” Grace’s accent travels through the microphone like honey. “I can’t believe I’m saying this to you of all people, but, I need you to at least try to kill someone.”

“Might not the best thing to say to a cop, Grace.” Carlos narrows his eyes, trying to make sense of the colorful explosions happening on his television screen. He’s about to resort to button smashing at this point.

“Well right now you’re not a cop; you’re a sniper named DuLock and we are not about to get our asses kicked by a level three front line. Look, press the A button twice and then press the left analog stick.”

“Grace,” Carlos’ desperation is clear in his voice.

“The big button on the left.” Carlos follows Grace’s directions, watching as a flurry of actions pan across the screen. Eventually the screen dims and bright blue letters spell out, “Victory” and Carlos breathes a sigh of relief. After, both Carlos and Grace deny a rematch and head back to the party lobby where it’s just the two of them.

“What’s up, hun?” Grace asks and Carlos is a little caught off guard. “Clearly something’s on your mind.You seemed even more novice than usual today. No offense.”

“None taken.” Even if the offense was purposeful, Carlos still wouldn’t be bothered by it. He sucks at video games and he can’t be mad at Grace, not really; she’s Grace. “It’s just, it’s our honeymoon.”

“Oh,” He can hear Grace perk up on the other end. “Where did you two decide to go? Cancun, Bali, Tuscany?” Grace draws out the y of Tuscany, hoping that’ll be the answer.

“That’s the thing,” Carlos admits, “We haven’t.”

“Oh.” He can hear Grace slightly deflate on the other end.

you can read the rest on ao3 <3

#series: this is what falling in love feels like #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos fic #tarlos fanfic #tarlos #911lsfic #911 lone star fic #911 ls fic #my writing

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shoyoist · 2 years

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REKHA!! LOSING MY MIND OVER WIFE STEALER SHUJI!! ur husband to be is so nice he loves you so much but he’s so boring and hanma is so so alluring you don’t have it in you to feel an ounce of guilt when he’s fucking you against the bathroom door telling you to get louder for him

your husband's so nice!! but he's also unavailable :( he works so hard to make money for the both of you, but he's always away. even when you're not feeling well.

sorry honey, i left some meds for you on the counter but i had to clock in early today. sorry honey, i'll be home late. sorry honey, sorry honey sorry honey... he's so boring on top of it! the excitement and passion of your honeymoon phase is gone, and you're sick of being so lonely when you're not supposed to be.

but shuji?? god, he's everything you're looking for. he's so bold, it's so easy for him to just walk into another man's house, fuck another man's wife on another man's bed.

he whispers the nastiest things in your ear, calls you his pretty doll, his little slut, talks to your pussy while he's eating you out, "fuckin' slut cunt, aren't ya? drooling so messy for me like that, ah?" makes you cum so quick and so hard.

and oh, his promises to take you with him to paris, to florence, to the maldives, to bali, to every romantic place on earth — you wish so badly to turn this affair into something real. "if you'd just leave your asshat husband, baby. i'd make you all mine<3"

shuji makes you feel so good, so full and happy every time he comes to see you, how can you feel guilty when you're too busy having the time of your life? and your poor husband doesn't have a clue.

#THE WAY I CAN KEEP GOING AHAHA #sighhh me too nonnie he makes me swoon <3333 #hanma smut #<- again just in case!#★`. — wifestealer! shuji.

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elf-bot · 2 years

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Have u seen the clip of Eunhae getting massages together in Bali? Everyone’s raving about it. 😂

i didn't when i received your ask, buuuuuuut i looked for it quickly and OH MY GOD

this is a fucking honeymoon what the fuck boys 😭 everything looks so relaxing and the place is so pretty, i'd love to be there, really

and skipping to the horny part i also wanna be any of those girls, look at their backs omg i want to scratch them 😵‍💫 someone stop my mind asap bc i need to write right now

#answered #super junior d&e #super junior #donghae #eunhyuk

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skyrettes · 2 years

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Quality time

DISCLAIMER! Read at your own risk, Name and character are fictional, Minor know your place.

Cw // explicit mature content, praise kink, male soft dom, female riding, unprotected sex.

Playlist: Sweet by Cigarettes After Sex

Damian

Makin kesini gue makin sadar kalau sebenarnya waktu itu segalanya. Bahkan kalau dibandingin sama uang, nilai waktu lebih mahal sekalipun uangnya bernilai miliaran rupiah. Yang gue maksud adalah, kita nggak akan pernah bisa memutar waktu kalaupun kita ingin. Karena itu waktu detik ini lebih berharga daripada apapun.

Bisa dibilang gue adalah orang yang sering kali menyesal karena sering buang-buang waktu. Karena apa, ya? Semuanya pun bakalan percuma pada akhirnya. I lost everything because wasting my time. Family, opportunity, and more. Karena itu gue mulai belajar menghargai waktu gue bersama orang-orang yang gue sayang, karena gue takut waktu bakal mengikis kesempatan itu lagi.

Setelah setahun lebih pindah ke Bali, gue jadi agak nggak betah lama-lama di Jakarta. Bukan karena orang-orangnya, tapi hiruk-pikuknya yang sering kali bikin gue berakhir migrain. Well, Jakarta emang ditakdirin jadi kota yang sibuk, nggak heran gue sering kali dapat kenalan orang-orang ibu kota di Bali waktu surfing. Balik lagi, kesibukan itu pasti ada kaitannya sama waktu. Mereka, orang-orang sibuk yang gue maksud adalah contoh orang yang menghargai waktu. Mereka menghargai waktu mereka dengan nggak cuma berdiam diri di rumah nunggu duit mereka habis. They waste their time for making money, dan mungkin itu hal positif daripada habisin waktu.

"Udah akhir musim Champions gini makin sibuk banget kan, ya?" tanyanya begitu gue hendak menutup pintu kamar setelah dari dapur.

Today is special day. Sebenarnya bukan cuma hari ini, tapi hari itu bakalan spesial bagi gue waktu kita bisa habisin waktu bareng. Gue nggak bingung harus respon apa waktu Alex ngasih julukan kita couple sok sibuk, cause we are. Tapi ajaibnya adalah hubungan ini masih berjalan mulus sampai detik ini, karena gue yakin kalau cewek gue bukan Ales pasti udah di putusin jauh-jauh hari. Kita tuh apa, ya? Tahu posisi, tahu kondisi, dan tahu yang mana yang perlu di prioritaskan. Kita hampir jarang berantem mengenai hal-hal besar, karena kita akan selalu datang buat satu sama lain untuk cerita soal apa yang terjadi hari ini. Hubungan yang minim konflik itu menyenangkan.

Setelah diskusi beberapa bulan ini, Ales akhirnya setuju sama rencana pindahannya. Dia makin sibuk karena harus urus surat pindah tugas ke Bali begitu tanggal pernikahan gue sama dia ditetapkan. Kita berdua setuju buat tinggal di Bali karena udah sama-sama capek sama keramaian Jakarta. Sebenarnya gue memberi opsi buat tetap tinggal di Jakarta, tapi dia lebih suka di Bali, karena katanya biar setiap hari kayak honeymoon.

"Not really, lagian juara dunia tahun ini udah kelihatan jelas siapa. Aku cuma butuh maksimalin performa aja biar nggak dnf." jawab gue sambil mengusap puncak kepalanya.

Masih berkaitan soal kepindahan, Ales udah mulai packing barang-barang pribadi punya dia buat gue bawa ke Bali lebih dulu. Tujuannya lebih karena nggak mau ribet di akhir-akhir nanti, karena kita butuh langsung pindah tanpa mikirin barang-barang yang banyak.

"Ini serius nanti nggak bakal capek bawa koper segede ini?" tanyanya lalu kemudian bangkit dari duduknya untuk setelahnya mendekat kearah gue yang tengah berbaring di atas kasur.

Gue menggeser posisi sedikit ketengah supaya ada ruang buat Ales di samping gue. Gue menggeleng, barang yang dia packing sebenarnya nggak sebanyak yang dipikirkan.

"Nggak. Segini doang lemari kamar kita juga masih longgar." Goda gue sambil senyum-senyum kecil yang sukses dapat cubitan kecil di pinggang.

Gue bakal pulang ke Bali lebih dahulu karena Mas Dani ternyata di sana. Dia baru sampai di Bali sehari yang lalu begitu gue tiba di Jakarta. Sebenarnya gue nggak tahu apa bikin dia akhirnya balik ke Indonesia, karena dia lebih sering pulang ke Singapura. Jujur menurut gue ini kesempatan yang langka, gue minta dia buat stay lebih lama karena ada hal yang mau gue bicarain berkaitan soal akhir musim balapan yang tinggal beberapa race lagi. Gue butuh beberapa saran dari Mas Dani karena dia adalah orang cukup kompeten buat ngasih gue advice yang tepat, karena itu gue berencana pulang duluan.

"I'm so proud of you. Aku nggak tahu kata apa lagi yang lebih baik daripada bangga sama kamu. You made it, Yan. Cita-cita yang kamu bangun penuh pengorbanan bikin kamu sampai di titik ini. No, bukan cuma aku yang bangga, tapi banyak orang."

Kalau gue bilang Ales adalah hal baik yang benar-benar baik datang di hidup gue, itu bukan omong kosong. Ketika gue sering berpikir kalau gue nggak pantas buat ada di titik ini setelah keegoisan gue selama ini, di situ sosoknya selalu bilang kalau gue pantas. Gue pantas, karena dia tahu gue udah bekerja keras.

Tangan gue bergerak untuk menarik tubuhnya itu mendekat, mendekapnya dengan erat seolah dia adalah satu-satunya.

"Thank you." Dia tersenyum, senyum yang selalu terlihat tulus dimata gue sekalipun senyumnya tidaklah selalu lebar. Jemari lentiknya mendekat kearah wajah gue dengan lembut, mengabsen setiap indra yang ada dengan mengusapnya penuh kasih. Ketika Ibu jarinya sampai pada bagian bibir gue, dia berhenti. Mata Ales terpaku sesaat seolah dia sedang menata kalimat untuk menyampaikan maksud daripada aksinya itu.

"Damian,"

Gue hanya merespon panggilannya dengan gumaman kecil karena masih sibuk menatap wajah cantik naturalnya yang tanpa riasan.

"Aku boleh cium kamu nggak?"

Hal yang paling gue suka dari Ales adalah, she always ask me for a permission buat hal yang sebetulnya nggak perlu. Dia bisa aja cium bibir gue tanpa harus bilang ke gue karena itu udah jadi haknya.

"All yours, Al."

Dia mendekatkan wajahnya kearah gue hingga bibir kita saling bersentuhan. Gue nggak membalas lumatan bibirnya seintens biasanya, karena gue ingin tahu seberapa besar dia menginginkan gue.

And surprisedly she's not give up easily.

***

Alessia merubah posisi tubuhnya dengan bibir mereka yang masih saling bertautan yang mana membuat Damian pun juga ikut merubah posisi tubuhnya menjadi duduk. Mereka saling berhadapan dengan Alessia yang sibuk mencari kepuasan.

"Kamu kenapa nggak balas?" tanya Alessia dengan polos yang membuat Damian gemas setengah mati.

Damian tertawa terbahak-bahak yang membuat Alessia menjadi bingung. Gadis itu sebenarnya kesal karena Damian seperti tidak niat membalas ciumannya dan terkesan seadanya.

"Just wanna know how much you crave me" jawab Damian lalu kemudian dengan rakus melumat bibir Alessia hingga membuat gadis itu dibuat kaget bukan main.

Ia luar biasa kewalahan mengimbangi permainan Damian seolah laki-laki itu akan memakannya hidup-hidup. Tanpa melepaskan tautan diantara mereka Damian melepas kaos oblong miliknya yang membuat Alessia pun seketika termenung, karena ia tahu akan dibawa kemana permainan ini.

"Yan," Alessia menghentikan aktivitas Damian sesaat ketika laki-laki itu mencoba untuk bermain-main diarea lehernya.

"Yes, Ma'am?"

Bukannya langsung menjawab pertanyaan laki-laki didepannya ini, Alessia justru terdiam sambil menatap wajah Damian lama. Damian yang merasa aneh pun dengan spontan mengecup pipi kiri gadisnya itu yang kemudian membuat Alessia kembali dibuat sadar.

"Are we gonna do this?" tanya Alessia dengan pipi yang tiba-tiba terasa begitu panas. Ia langsung mengalihkan pandangannya, menghindari kontak mata dengan Damian karena rasa malunya.

"Do what?" Pancing Damian dengan iseng karena ia sangat suka membuat Alessia terlihat linglung untuk menjelaskan.

"Ya ituu..." ujarnya dengan bibir sedikit maju yang sukses membuat Damian diselimuti gelak tawa.

Alessia yang merasa dipermainkan pun sudah bersiap akan melayangkan pukulan-pukulan kecil pada Damian, tapi buru-buru ditahan oleh laki-laki itu.

"You wanna do this?" tanya Damian sambil menatap mata Alessia, menyelam didalamnya untuk mencari kejujuran di sana.

"Emang kamu nggak mau?"

Tanpa pikir panjang Damian pun mendorong tubuh Alessia untuk kembali berbaring. Alessia yang masih speechless pun baru sadar jika lehernya kini sudah di jajahi oleh laki-laki diatasnya ini. Alessia kembali menahan nafas ketika Damian menuntunnya untuk melepaskan kaos dan juga bra miliknya. Tidak sampai disitu, Damian juga membantu Alessia melucuti kain yang tersisa dibagian bawahnya hingga kini tubuh polosnya terpampang nyata dibawah laki-laki itu.

"Sakit?" Alessia menggeleng yang kemudian dihadiahi berupa senyum manis Damian.

Laki-laki itu kembali mendekat kearah wajah Alessia untuk kemudian mengabsen setiap Indra gadis itu untuk dicium. Bibir Damian kemudian semakin turun kearah leher Alessia, menyesapnya lembut karena itu adalah spot favorit Damian. Atmosfer di kamar gadis itu seketika berubah ketika tangan Alessia mulai meremas rambut belakang Damian yang mulai memanjang sebagai wujud kenikmatan.

"Ah— Damian—"

Mata Damian mulai menggelap ketika suara desahan-desahan kecil Alessia terdengar oleh telinganya. Bibirnya bergerak semakin turun menuju dada Alessia. Hembusan nafas hangat yang menerpa puncak payudara gadis itu membuat Alessia seketika menggelinjang. Lidah Damian bermain-main dibagian dada Alessia secara bergantian. Ia juga meremasnya lembut yang membuat Alessia hampir kehilangan akalnya.

"Please..."

"Please what, Al?"

Ketika gerakan Damian semakin turun, Alessia sontak menutupi bagian kemaluannya. Kekhawatiran yang cukup jelas itupun nampak di wajah Alessia. Damian mengubah posisi wajahnya sejajar dengan wajah Alessia, "It's okay, kalau sakit kamu boleh pukul aku." ujar Damian menenangkan Alessia sebelum akhirnya jari-jemarinya pun turun kebawah untuk melakukan aksi.

Mata Alessia melotot terkejut ketika jari-jemari Damian mulai keluar masuk di area sensitif miliknya. Gadis itu membekap mulutnya sendiri ketika sensasi aneh mulai melandanya.

"Damian, stop aku—" Tubuh Alessia bergerak tidak karuan ketika sinyal-sinyal ia akan keluar semakin dekat.

"Damian, I'm gonna... C—um, ah—" Jemari Damian masih terus bergerak keluar masuk, membantu gadisnya itu untuk mencapai pelepasan pertamanya.

"You can cum, sweetheart."

Setelah mencapai orgasme yang pertama Damian memberikan waktu untuk Alessia bernafas selama beberapa saat. Damian mulai melucuti bagian bawah miliknya hingga mereka sama-sama polos.

Damian menyandarkan punggungnya pada kepala ranjang sambil menatap Alessia yang masih telentang dengan nafas yang memburu. Ia membantu gadisnya itu untuk bangun, "Kamu mau apa?" tanya Alessia bingung ketika laki-laki itu malah menuntunnya untuk duduk di atas pangkuannya.

"You can ride me." jawab Damian yang membuat Alessia pun seketika melotot. Tidak-tidak posisi ini sangatlah asing dimatanya. Ia tidak pernah mencoba hal ini sebelumnya.

"I can't, I'm gonna hurt you—"

"You're not gonna hurt me." Potong Damian cepat lalu kembali menuntun Alessia untuk naik di atas pangkuannya.

"Damian—"

"Nggak apa-apa, Al. Just move like this for a while before you put it in." kata Damian sambil mengajari Alessia untuk bergerak maju mundur di atas kejantanannya. Pipi Alessia terasa begitu panas dan nyeri. Ia benar-benar merasa sangat malu dengan posisi seperti ini. Rasa tidak nyaman karena kelamin mereka yang saling bergesekan menimbulkan sensasi yang begitu aneh bagi gadis itu. Sebuah benda panjang yang semakin lama mengeras dan juga membesar seiring gerakan pinggulnya.

Gadis dibuat terkesima ketika suara desahan halus Damian mulai terdengar akibat gerakan yang ia lakukan. Ekspresi wajah Damian yang begitu jelas didepan wajahnya membuat Alessia tidak mampu mengalihkan pandangannya. Damian benar-benar terlihat begitu seksi dengan ekspresi seperti itu.

Alessia kembali mendapatkan pelepasan keduanya tak lama setelahnya karena kewanitaannya sudah sangat basah

Damian membawa tangan Alessia untuk dikalungkan diarea lehernya agar posisi gadisnya itu menjadi lebih nyaman."You don’t need to concern yourself with anything except riding this thigh right here. Got it?" Alessia mengangguk mengiyakan ucapan Damian.

His warm big hands rest on her thighs as she slowly sink further down his cock. Damian's mind fogging up as he feels her warm, soft, dripping cunt wrapping around his shaft perfectly. The only thought he can think is her. Alessia on top of him.

"Good girl..."

Sensasi aneh yang ia rasakan membuat kepalanya terasa begitu kosong. Ia tidak bisa mengatakan hal ini buruk, karena rasanya benar-benar menyenangkan.

Alessia hide her face in Damian's neck while her body keep moving up and down following the rhythms. "Are you still here, Al?" tanya Damian memastikan.

"Y-you're so full—"

Damian bisa melihat Alessia yang mulai kewalahan. Sekalipun posisi ini menguntungkan bagi Alessia karena tautan mereka akan menjadi lebih dalam dan ia mengambil kendali, gadis itu tidak bohong jika ia merasa sedikit lelah. Alessia kembali bergerak dengan teratur, tidak cepat ataupun lambat ketika ia merasa sudah akan sampai pada puncaknya.

"Damian—"

"You're doing great, you can cum."

Damian continue to move as he helps ride out both of them orgasms. Tubuh Alessia pun lunglai dalam pelukan Damian. Laki-laki itu melayangkan banyak kecupan di puncak kepala sebagai apresiasi bawah yang dilakukan Alessia adalah hal yang luar biasa.

Pertempuran masih belum selesai sampai situ. Damian membaringkan posisi Alessia kembali telentang. Gaya basic yang merupakan favorit laki-laki itu.

"Can we do this one more time?"

Gadis itu terdiam ketika bisikan Damian mengusiknya. Butuh beberapa saat untuk Alessia menjawabnya karena ia masih berpikir. Ia sudah cukup lelah dan mendapatkan orgasme ketiganya, tapi ia baru sadar kalau Damian hanya mendapatkan satu.

"Kalau mau udahan it's okay, I'll clean up now." ujar Damian yang sudah bersiap untuk beranjak tetapi ditahan oleh Alessia.

"No, please. I'd love to."

Damian kembali memposisikan miliknya pada kewanitaan Alessia. He pushes the rest of himself inside of her, he can't help but think about how good she feel around him, so warm and so tight.

"Ahh, please..."

Damian started in slow motion, observing closely the way his cock disappeared into her pussy. The scenery was nothing short of pornographic, and he gritted his teeth to stop himself from huffing too fast. It wasn't her fault that she looked so beautiful.

Hembusan nafas yang menerpa telinga Alessia membuat libido gadis itu kembali bangkit. Suara kelamin yang saling beradu kini terdengar begitu merdu ditelinga mereka. Gerakan pinggul Damian terlihat semakin cepat seiring orgasmenya akan datang. Dalam kesempatan ini ia kembali menyatukan bibir mereka, melumatnya dengan begitu rakus seolah tidak akan ada kesempatan hari esok.

"Hnggh..."

"Together, Al..." Pussy clamping around Damian's length as she feel herself start to approach her high.

"Ahhh— Damian..."

Alessia's sob when she feel Damian bury himself deeper into her, forcing some of his cum to leak out of her, trickling down past his balls and onto the bedcover. Her insides feel so full and warm as the both of them stay in each other's embrace.

Damian menyingkirkan tubuh besarnya itu setelah beberapa saat lalu kemudian menarik Alessia masuk kedalam pelukannya. Mereka sama-sama memejamkan mata setelah puncak yang luar biasa. Heart's full of love, body feels so warm.

Tidak ada pembicaraan yang terjadi selama lebih dari lima menit lamanya. Damian membuka matanya ketika laki-laki itu teringat akan sesuatu.

"Al," Alessia hanya mampu membalasnya dengan gumaman kecil karena tenaganya sudah terkuras habis.

"Are you on the pills? I forgot to put on the condom and I'm cumming inside you..."

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