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alpinesmommy · 2 months ago

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Agora Hills ( bucky barnes x reader)

WARNINGS: porn with some plot, blood kink, p in v sex, period sex, female reader, slight dom undertones, pregnancy and fertility issues.

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for months now, finally got the motivation to finish it! MINORS DNI 18+ Only. border credit to @saradika-graphics

There’s a deep disappointment that’s festering and aching within you. It starts in your chest and builds alongside the cramps that begin to throb throughout your abdomen. And on top of all that, you got a pimple forming on your forehead… All you crave for is something greasy and crispy, something to distract yourself from the malaise that has fallen over you.

You started your period…

…When all you wanted was a positive pregnancy test.

The two of you have been trying for a few months now - not religiously or anything - he always insisted to ‘just let it happen, babe.’ So you let your protests rest. Its just that this month you were so sure because of how sensitive your breasts were, the nausea, how your discharge was slightly off.

Except this morning you woke up to blood everywhere. It felt as if mother nature was taunting you. Mocking you, even.

The sting from this made-up scenario had you wallowing. Sulking in bed all morning, pouty, moody and pathetic. To top it off you’re wearing a crinkly pad that pisses you off every time you move. Today was not it.

Huffing and burying your face deeper into the pillow, your mind races with anxious thoughts. You’re hurting and you want to cry, but you don’t allow yourself to. Maybe you’re defective. Maybe Bucky is defective.

Wasn’t the Super Soldier Serum supposed to enhance…everything? You selfishly think to yourself, but you immediately felt guilty for trying to blame your darling Bucky. He had been right there with you, holding your hand, hoping. You always try your best to self-regulate and rationalise with yourself. Most of the time.

Just like that, with his impeccable timing, Bucky walks in right on cue.

He’s got a duffle bag swung over his shoulder and his sunglasses resting on his head make him look like a movie star. He looks great. Which makes you feel significantly worse, you can't imagine how terrible you look in his eyes. He carries a plastic bag full of Chinese take out, you can already smell the food. His eyes settle on you on the bed and immediately looks sympathetic to your misery. Your eyes water at the sight of him, the depression raising in your throat and strangling you into the bed. “Oh, babe.” He breathes when you don’t respond to him. He sets the bag down and immediately walks over to the bed. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s going on, especially considering the fact he can now smell the sweet tinge of iron in the air. Your blood.

He knows how important conceiving is to you - to him. Bucky knows how badly you want it, he'll do everything he can to make it happen. Rationally, he knows trying for a baby takes a few times. Sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn’t, it’s just something you both can and cannot control, ‘It's God’s will.’ His mama always told him.

But it still makes him feel less than, makes him feel failed because it’s hurting you.

Bucky lets his leather jacket and jeans fall on the floor as he moves to scoop you up into his arms. He crawls into bed, manoeuvres you so you’re tucked on his chest as he props himself up against the headboard.

His metal hand comes to tangle in your hair, his fingertips massaging gently into your scalp as you lay sniffling. You both pay half-attention to whatever is on the television. Bucky places a kiss against your head as you silently allow this moment of weakness to flood between you. Bucky handles it, he’s not afraid of your emotions anymore as he supports you. There’s nothing to be said, Bucky knows no words can comfort you right now, you only need the physical reminder that he’s here for you as you work your way through the stages of grief. He simply holds you, tells you he loves you, peppering kisses while you calm down.

You know that it’s going to be okay, your emotions just have to pass. There’s always next month, right? Bucky still loves you and the sky isn’t falling so, you allow the feelings to course through.

Bucky grabs the bag off the nightstand, he’s got his own combo for one and a soup and roll for you. You guys eat in bed, just this once, because it’s a sad day and you’ll wash the sheets later.

You’re laying on his chest again a while later, now full of delicious Chinese food, enough to satiate the nagging symptoms of your period. Bucky is combing his fingers through your hair as you both watch whatever show he's currently into. You love that Bucky is loving like this, love that he provides a comfortable place for you to curl up and go through the motions of your period. Mood Swings and all.

He’s so nice. He’s big, warm and he smells like his aftershave and cologne. You could practically purr from how his warm hand rubbing your lower back makes your cramps lessen.

The way his natural scent sends endorphins through your brain which makes you feel more calm as you lay on him. It's almost primal, you think, how him just being there makes everything better.

Without realizing it, you’re wiggling your hips back and forth on him slowly, the motion causing you further relaxation until Bucky is pressing his hand on the small of your back and clearing his throat.

“Babe…” He says carefully as he peers down at you. You freeze.

Suddenly you're very aware of his semi-hard on digging into your thigh.

The thing is, Bucky is not shy or squirmish when it comes to blood, especially menstrual blood. He personally believes that period is the only pure blood to be spilled in this world. Plus, doing what he’s done for the past 80 years, he’s been covered in blood more times than he can count and really it just lost its gross factor. But you both never really talked about it either, it was always just this thing where all you wanted was relaxation and rest, you never had energy for much else other than survival during your monthly course.

“Babe?” You echo, your head slowly lifting as you look up at him. His chin is tucked into his chest as he studies you with a careful, intense gaze. It makes your stomach flutter as you swallow slowly.

“What are you doing?” He asks simply, narrowing his eyes slightly as he tries to read your reaction.

You shrug.

“It feels nice.” You offer, though that isn’t enough.

“Stop trying to be cute.” He grumbles and you can’t help but smile.

“I wasn’t trying to…” You emphasize before you move to sit up and swing your leg over him so you’re straddling his waist.

There’s an involuntary throb at your core, a strange mix of pain and pleasure as you look down at your man and he stares back with his mouth in a thin line as his brow furrows.

Suddenly, this thick tension that blankets the two of you as you sit there. Both of your minds are on the same thing. Both of you are hesitant to say anything though, and it’s as if there’s a telepathic conversation happening as you two come to the same conclusion.

You swallow, and you feel Bucky’s hands grip your soft thighs.

“Yeah?” He breaks the silence, his body is completely still as he waits and analyzes every single micro expression you make.

You take a deep breath as you nod your head, you feel your heart skip a beat,

“Yeah… Yeah.” You purr softly as you bring your hands to rest on his chest and you dip down so you can place a kiss against his mouth. “Please?”

And that was all he needed, because he isn’t going to make his best girl beg again. Not while she's in such desperate need of him.

Soon enough, there’s a pillow beneath you, your eyes are glued to the headboard as you squeeze onto another pillow in anticipation. You don’t dare to look back, not right now; you’ve never had period sex before. While you aren’t entirely self-conscious that it'll be debilitating, it's just entirely new to you. Not to mention that it’s with Bucky… Despite how long you two have been together, he still makes you nervous and giddy.

It’s fine, everything is fine. You repeat to yourself internally. Suddenly, you feel the bed dip and…

Fuck.

You aren’t sure what you’re expecting really, usually he’ll take his time, warm you up, play with your pussy until you’re flushed, panting, and needy, but suddenly you feel his hands on your thighs. Parting them ever so slightly that it makes you squirm and suddenly, he’s climbing and practically laying on top of you, his body nearly completely covering yours as his mouth finds the side of your neck and he inhales. “Fuck.” He groans. You feel yourself quiver underneath him. Your entire body feels as if it's sparkling, and his touch sends electric shocks throughout your flesh and deep into your nerves and your eyes flutter from his weight against you. You can feel his dick dig into your thigh, before he adjusts his hips and suddenly it’s right against your soaked cunt, positioned so it’s full length is filling your slit, his cockhead bumping against the hood of your clit. You whine, your body tensing from just how sensitive you really are.

Somewhere in your mind, you know it’s because you’re already engorged down there, and everything is more fine-tuned.

Your thighs shiver and Bucky is mouthing at your neck. He moves toward your ear lobe and nuzzles you. He hasn’t even entered yet but this was already so overwhelming. Just from the proximity and the newness of it. Everything felt extremely sensitive and exhilarating just because of how truly exposed you are to him, how you've practically given him full control over you. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard before...” He says under his breath, an accidental confession. Just from his tone, the way his voice drops, and how you can feel him throb against you, you believe him. You decide to store that particular piece of information away for later, after all it would make sense that the Winter Soldier would have some affinity for blood. You’re not judging because your eyes are already ready to roll in the back of your head from just this.

You move your hips back, sliding yourself against his length and it feels so good that it makes your toes nearly curl and there’s a drop in your stomach. You feel him tense against you as his head falls to your shoulder. “You tell me if I hurt you, okay?” His lips move against your skin, and he’s rutting back over you, dragging his dick over and over your slit and your clit. “Bucky,” You breath, nodding your head. “Hurry, please.” You beg, sucking in a breath through your teeth. “Okay, okay pretty girl.” He mumbles as his head lifts, and he groans at the sight of your blood staining his cock. There’s something primal to it, something that makes him feel more masculine has he prepares to spear you. You suck in a breath as you feel his cockhead at your entrance and you both take the moment to prepare. Your heart is pounding, his thighs are trembling against yours before he sheathes himself inside you in one swift thrust. And… You can’t help the debauched, whiny moan that escapes your mouth as you immediately clamp involuntarily around him. You’ve had him numerous times before, your cunt has swallowed his cock so many times before. You were sure it was made just for him, but this? It’s like he’s harder, thicker, longer. As his length feeds your needy, twitching, hole.

And he’s not any better right now.

For him? You’re warmer, tighter, wetter, and your cunt devours every inch he gives until his balls are pressing against your clit, his cockhead pressing against your delicate cervix. Bucky lets out a shaky groan, his mouth coming down to meet your shoulder as he bites down, not hard enough to break skin, but something to ground him so he doesn’t blow his load immediately. “Fuck,” He grunts, breathless and low as he grinds his hips into yours. “Shit. Need to move, can I move?” Bucky begs, peppering kisses against your neck now. You whine and nod your head in response, pushing back against him, you need him so bad right now. You need him to fuck you.

That was all he needed as a sign before he’s lifting his hips and rolling them back into you. Starting up at a consistent pace, in and out, in and out, over and over. You want to cry, you can’t help but smile as you gasp, biting your lower lip as you relish in the feeling of his dick stroking your walls, rubbing against your g-spot and kissing your cervix. His hand comes up to rest by your head as he repositions to get a stronger thrust. The room filled with the sound of Bucky’s low grunts and the wet, slick noises of their union, punctuated by the creaking of the bed frame under the force of his fucking into you.

You’re both panting like animals, neither of you able to formulate a complete thought besides chasing the urge to cum.

You need to cum, you feel so full of him you feel like you’re gonna explode. The painful cramps were now replaced with pleasurable tightenings as you take every single thrust he gives you. You arch your back, head thrown back against his shoulder, eyes screwed shut as you focus entirely on how he fills you. It’s all-consuming, you swear you’re gonna burst. The pillow positioned beneath your hips add to the pressure, making that sweet fullness that much more pronounced. His face is immediately buried in your neck. You don’t ever realize you’re chanting his name. “I know baby.” He coos, his pace picking up. He has the insane idea to glance down to see where the two of you are connected and it’s his turn to let out a whine as he watches himself spear your cunt over and over, and the noises you're making that match every one is sending him over the edge.

He’s used to being soaked in blood, used to the horrific screams that accompany it, but right now? It’s different, he’s making you scream alright, but instead of horror you’re mewling in pleasure as your body receives him and pushes back against him so hard it makes your ass bounce rhythmically as you chase his cock.

Shit, this awoke something within him. Something deep sated that’s been sleeping for a while, something entirely primal and biological that hums in his brain. Something-Something mammal, something-something, heat.

He growls, lifting his chest off your back as he moves his hands down to grip your plush hips and he begins to earnestly fuck you, slamming you down against him to meet his thrusts, like his own personal fuck doll.

And you? You just take it. You take it and you scream his name. You whine and your calves come to spread on either side of his thighs as you lift your hips up to arch your back for him. Your hands are buried in the pillows as you push back. “Bucky!” You shout, and before you know it, his metal hand comes down to go beneath you so that his fingers can dance across your clit more fervently, coaxing the orgasm that’s building like a tight rubber band deep within your core.

“Bucky–” You pant, your hand cups your breast, your eyes are closed as you feel your thighs begin to shake. “Bucky I’m gonna cum.” You whine.

His hand comes up, it covers your mouth, and suddenly his chest is back on you. “That's it…Shh, babygirl, don't want another noise complaint.” He utters softly in your ear, covering your mouth with his palm. And that does it. Your eyes roll as your mouth falls open and white hot pleasure washes over you. You gush, it’s expected honestly, given what’s going on down there. More blood pools at the base of his dick and coats his pelvis and his skin. His head falls on your shoulder as he groans, his eyes can’t look away. It’s intense, the way you’re so wet, warm and tight around him. He releases his hand from your mouth as he cums. White hot spurts mix in with your blood, and it’s messy but it’s so hot. He’s panting against your skin, peppering kisses as he catches his breath. You’re on another world, lost in the air as you recover. He pulls out slowly, he grimaces a little though you don’t see. Not because he’s disgusted, but because it was messy.

Whatever urge was deep within your womb was sated then, you immediately feel more relaxed as you melt into the bed. You could lay here forever, you could let him do that to you forever. You felt wild, tamed and satisfied as you practically purred. But, suddenly Bucky is there. “Come on, sweet girl. Come back to me.” He murmurs as he pets your hair. “Let’s go shower.” He urges as he moves to stand up and off the bed, and moves to cradle you as he carries you to the shower. “I love you.” Is all you manage to say now, feeling beat and exhausted. Bucky kisses the top of your head. “I love you too, babe.” He murmurs as he takes you both to the bathroom.

It unlocked something in him. He’s a man obsessed, thinking of how much more sensitive you were, how much more warmer and tighter. The blood, he bites his lip. It isn’t a kink, it’s a you thing, he would argue. He can see it in his mind’s eye, how his dick looks coated in your blood as he plows into you, it makes his mouth water. The sex was amazing. So, naturally, of course he began to count down the days until your next period.

Maybe he’ll fold you up this time, maybe he’ll spoon you from behind, or make you cum in the bath. Whatever you want really, Bucky would make it happen just as long as he gets to stuff his dick in you. So, he waits, he waits and waits and he’s eyeing up the calendar. You’re healthy enough, your cycle was consistent, never a day late.

Except it’s been three days past and you’re still not bleeding. He’s laying on the bed, one arm propped beneath his head as he mindlessly absorbs whatever it is on the tv.

“Bucky?” Your shaky voice calls from the bathroom. He’s up in an instant and you’re coming out of the door holding a pregnancy test. “Bucky I’m –” Ah fuck.

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celestiamour · 5 months ago

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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ under your roof ]❜

ft. logan howlett x f! reader — xmen, marvel

╰₊✧ your baby daughter really likes uncle wade’s roommate, and logan would be lying if he said he didn’t form a quick attachment to the two of you as well┊2.9k words; prt one (here), prt two, prt three coming soon!!

setting: deadpool & wolverine (2024) worst! logan contains: probably occ logan, he’s on his best behavior, mostly fluff with a little side of angst, single mother reader with an unspecified age, this chapter is mainly between logan & your daughter, reader has a bad relationship with the father & he’s an asshole, one joking threat of stabbing

➤ author's note: this was so much fun to write! single mom reader and her daughter are so lovely and i have two more part featuring these two and logan coming up! i hope you guys enjoy

kids don’t like logan. it’s not a profound discovery nor is it a surprise to anyone who learns this fact. he’s intimidating enough to make some full-grown men piss themselves with so much as a glare, much less little babies who start sobbing uncontrollably when they see a giant scary man walking around believing that he would eat them or something even though he’s literally just standing there. whether the little ones have an instinct that signals him out as a mutant or he simply looks like a bad man from one of their fairy tales, he isn’t sure, but it’s not the best feeling either way when he’s trying to settle back into normal life with the constant weight of knowing that he’ll never fit in.

it doesn’t help that, in general, he isn’t good with kids either. he’s generally patient with their immaturity since they don’t know any better, but he finds the crying and whining extremely headache-inducing to his sensitive senses without a clue how to calm them down.

moving in with wade and acquainting himself with his friends was a start, but the missing part of his life to make him finally feel loved and at home was the family of two who lived downstairs. the first time he met you was also the first time he met your daughter when wade told him to dress a little nicer because the two of them were invited to your place for dinner. he explained that the two of you were practically siblings and that it would probably be something he should get used to, reminding him to “turn that frown upside down” because he was about to meet someone who “puts gordon ramsey to shame.”

the last bit sounded great to him, especially because no one in their household knew how to make anything more complicated than noodles without setting it on fire and the cost of outside food was really starting to tally up. still, he just wore some cargo pants and threw on a leather jacket, running his fingers through his hair once which was already a lot more effort than he’s ever put into meeting anyone else before.

wade didn’t even bother knocking, just being himself and picking the lock as he so typically does, kicking the door open and yelling a loud ass “daddy’s home!” which echoed throughout the apartment as well as the hallway they were standing in. the mouth-watering smell of grilled salmon filled the air, making wade hum in excitement, “do you need help with anything? taste testing, perhaps?”

“no, do me a favor and stay away from the kitchen!” your voice rang out loud and clear, sounding much like a mother scolding a teenager for the thousandth time. “i’ll stab you, do me a favor and just hang out in the living room.”

“okie-dokie!” he responded in an annoying sing-song voice, “come on, peanut, take off your shoes.” the said man could already tell how at home his roommate seemed in this place, just as comfortable as he was back home, walking with steps he’s taken many times before and prompting logan to do the same (except he was mainly keeping to himself and being much more mild-mannered in this unfamiliar area).

the place was as spacious as the small area could be and tastefully decorated, but all sharp corners of furniture were taped over to dull the edges and the carpet had multiple kinds of colorful toys littered about. in the center of it all, was a little toddler about two or three years old, playing with a kitchen set and trying to copy what her mom was doing by running back and forth between the living room and the kitchen. she didn’t even notice the two men at first, not until wade called out her name and she dropped the plastic utensils to clap her hands together before waddling over to him.

“hey, baby! how are you doing? did you miss me?” he cooed in the high-pitched voice reserved only for mary puppins, reaching down to pick up the girl by her underarms and kissing her cheek, spinning around with her in his arms as she giggled uncontrollably. “do you wanna meet the big scary wolverine while i go bother your mommy? who am i kidding, of course you do!” he then dropped her onto the couch, making sure that she didn’t bounce up too high on the cushion and hurt herself. “okay, you keep her company while i go see what’s for dessert— bye!”

before logan could say anything, he was already gone, disappearing around the corner into the sound of sizzling foods and the scent of herbs. pursing his lips together and shuffling his feet around for a second, he grunted and braced himself for the child to start sobbing uncontrollably because she was left alone with him. the first time he meets you, whom he’s heard so many good things about, is going to be when you have to kick him out with his tail in between his legs for disturbing the peace of your home.

but the cries never came, and his eyes met her big curious ones as she just stared up at him in silence. it was honestly a tad bit unnerving like she was sizing him up and carefully thinking about her next move.

and then she started giggling like earlier, kind of a more gurgling noise of playfulness more than anything, standing at his feet and waving around her short outstretched arms to signal that she wanted uppies from him.

“oh no—“ he’s not sure why he even let out a word or protest to begin with when he knew she wouldn’t listen, but it was pure instinct since, once again, he had no idea how to handle children. although she would probably also start crying if he didn’t listen to her, so he reluctantly bent down to pick her up, holding her close to the side of his chest and nervously awaiting her next move.

she was motionless for a minute with a little hand on her chubby cheek and the other trying to clutch onto the thick leather of his jacket, eyes darting around like she was seeing the world from a new perspective for the first time even though he was a hundred percent certain wade held her like his when they are the same height.

“kitty!”

“what?”

she pointed at the top of his head, his hair tuffs specifically, and reached out to pull on one of them curiously.

“no— not a kitty!” he’s never going to escape that fucking nickname, he wouldn’t be surprised if his roommate taught her to say that before she met him in person, able to perfectly envision wade crouching in front of her with a stupid picture of him on his phone and training her to say “kitty” every time she saw his photo by rewarding her with candy or something since there is no way she associated someone who looks like him to a kitten so quickly unironically.

“no kitty?”

“no— logan, lo-gan.”

she tried to pronounce his name a few times before giving up after getting stuck in the second syllable, blowing a raspberry and going back to what she was doing earlier— finding the most fun in tugging on his cowlicks like she was trying to figure out if he naturally woke up like that with the inability to brush them down or styled them with gel every day.

he sat down on the couch, the cushion sinking under his heavyweight, and sat your daughter down on his lap instead, except she didn’t want to sit down. standing on his lap and pressing her little feet into his thighs, she began to climb onto his shoulder like he was a jungle gym, using his arms as stepping stones to reach her destination while he bent over at the waist to allow her to crawl onto his back without falling behind him.

“you’re like a little lemur,” he muttered, still in slight shock that this kid seemed to like him and wasn’t freaking out like he was the big bad wolf. he wouldn’t admit it, but it was a really nice feeling that gave him a sense of normalcy like he was just some guy rather than the killing machine mutant most knew him as. she wouldn’t stop giggling and holding onto him, which made him feel his ice-cold heart melting like snow by spring’s first touch.

all the while, he could hear you and wade chatting away in the background: something about him needing to step away from the stove, how you needed to trust him because him starting “that fire” was a one-time thing, what was for dessert, and then taking a sharp turn when the conversation suddenly shifted to the topic of the father.

he felt somewhat guilty about listening in, but he knew that deadpool was going to tell him eventually, so there wasn’t really any harm in a bit of eavesdropping (besides, it would have been difficult to ignore considering that your baby was being very well-behaved and his hearing wouldn’t have been able to pick up on anything else.)

“so… any news about her dad?” the solemn tone of a man who was hardly ever serious a day of his life was more terrifying than anything he’d ever witnessed in his long life.

“... he suddenly wants to be a family man, i guess…”

“what the hell does that even mean?”

the sound of a knife chopping vegetables against a wooden surface slowly came to a stop followed by a sigh. “like he wants to have a family… just not with the one he already started… he’s busy planning his wedding with the girl he cheated on me with and told me not to contact him again for any reason.”

“oh my god, what an asshole! fuck that guy!”

“i can’t believe that was the guy i thought i was going to spend the rest of my life with, could you imagine? i don’t even know what i could have done wrong for him to be like this— i asked him so many times and he just said that he’s ‘fallen out of love,’ has ‘moved on,’ and that i would ‘be cruel’ to ask him to stay even if it was for the sake of our child…”

“well if it’s any comfort, he would have been on the next episode of forensic files the second i got a moment alone with him— i mean, the last time we saw him, he literally pushed his own daughter away when she tried to hug him! what kind of sociopath wouldn’t adore such a cutie patootie, especially his own flesh and blood?! ”

“it’s fine,” you hissed, gritting your teeth at the memory. “it’s not like he’s done anything to deserve getting to be called a father to an angel anyway, i’ll take care of her myself— wait… didn’t i also invite your new roommate? did he not come?”

“no, he’s in the living room, he’s been here this entire time,” he informed, taking a bite out of an apple like an asshole from a film.

“and you didn’t tell me?!!!” you quickly ran into the said area, finding logan and your daughter together on the couch. “hi! oh, i’m so sorry i didn’t come to greet you properly— and left my daughter for you to look after too— god, i’m just a terrible host!” you tilted your head, “what’s your name?”

he then realized he was staring which was rather impolite, mouth slightly agape too like a fish out of water which left a few seconds of awkward silence in between. “i-i’m logan,” he managed to sputter, “nice to meet you..”

wade raised a nonexistent eyebrow at his strange mannerisms before a wide, shit-eating grin split his face.

“aww, baby, why are you bothering this poor old man— come to mommy, it’s dinnertime,” you clapped your hands and held them out fully expecting her to reach out and grab onto you as she usually does, but instead she looked up at you with big pleading eyes and held onto him even more tightly like a koala clinging to a branch. “oh, did you get attached already? you really are my daughter… logan, could you do me a favor and put her in her high chair while i plate everything?”

“yes, of course.”

you turned back into the kitchen, leaving the two men to follow with one holding your baby in his arms. all it took was one look to understand what he was thinking, logan didn’t need to be a telepath to know.

“if you don’t shut the fuck up—”

“i didn’t even say anything!”

“good, keep it that way.”

love at first sight, wade has seen it plenty of times and understands it well, something so unpredictable and powerful, that it could bring the wolverine down on his knees. it’s even more potent when he trips over himself seeing you in your natural environment instead of all dressed up for a first date, slightly sweaty from the heat radiating off the stove, unkempt hair sticking to the sides of your face, no makeup or defenses up— just you as yourself to the core.

“alright, bub, let's get you seated…” it took a few tries to get her in because she refused to align her little legs into the holes of the plastic piece, but she eventually got into it just fine and he pulled up his own chair to watch you place a one of the most decadent plates of pasta with chunks of salmon he’s ever seen in front of him with a word of gratitude.

“sorry it isn’t anything special, i completely forgot that i arranged this in the first place….”

“oh, no, it’s perfect—”

“you’re damn right ‘it’s perfect!’” wade interjected, “lemme tell you, wolvie, this simple plate of pasta is better than sex, i know damn well you’ve never tasted anything like it in all your two-hundred years!”

“well, now that you say it like that, he’s going to have high expectations and it will taste like ass compared to the actual best pasta dish he’s ever had.”

“he likes ass, don’t worry—”

the said man cleared his throat to steer the conversation back around, feeling the foreign sensation of embarrassment burning his face hit him at full force. “it’s delicious, thank you, truly the best i’ve ever tasted.”

“aw, you don’t have to say that.”

“no, he’s right, i think you really outdid yourself this time!”

the dinner was carried by cheerful conversations and fun stories, and despite just meeting you today, logan almost felt like he knew you for years and this was something a commonplace tradition between loved ones which was something he’s been yearning for for as long as he can remember. as he watches you laugh and feed your adorable baby, he can’t help but wonder about the idiotic man who was willing to throw away something so wonderful— something which would complete his life and fill the void in his heart.

“well, you two can hang around while i clean her up and put her to bed. there’s some wine and beer in—” you watched as deadpool had already opened your fridge and was digging around like a raccoon in trash before fishing out two bottles of beers and closing the door with his hips. “alrighty then, i’ll join you two in a bit.”

he watched as you disappeared into the hallway before diving headfirst into the couch next to the wolverine and handing him his beer, kicking his feet and smiling as if he was a middle-schooler at an all girls’ sleepover. “okay, so she has a solid job as an accountant, has her own place and car, is funny and pretty, but most importantly for you, single. she doesn’t like flowers as gifts, but if you gift her groceries or cleaning supplies—”

“she wouldn’t want an asshole like me,” he grunted, taking a sip from the bottle. “not when she just got free from another one.”

“peanut, i met the other guy, you’re infinitely better than him! as much as i would like to keep you to myself, i have already planned out my speech at your wedding as your best man, so just keep in mind that i’m your wingman, okay? don’t lie to me either, i know you have a little crush, and i think she does too—”

“no, she doesn’t.”

“quit cutting me off, you motherfucker!”

it was easier to try and suppress the sprouting seed of infatuation before it bloomed out of control. he didn’t want to hurt you or himself by chasing something that shouldn’t be in the first place. you deserve better, you and your daughter. you both should have someone who was younger and had the energy to be a good father and husband, not some old mutant who was freeloading off of his roommate and terrified of losing more people he cared about. if you knew about the blood on his hands and the claws embedded in them, you would probably be worried that you allowed him to hold your baby and shun him permanently.

and yet he was already attached, sitting here imagining domestic life where he could see her grow up through the phases of life and help her navigate its complexities while also waking up next to you in his arms and seeing your beautiful smile everyday.

maybe he won’t let that glimmer of hope die out and just hold onto it for a little while longer, allowing it to leave a little lingering smile on his weary face.

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minniesmutt · 6 months ago

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Baking was a holiday tradition. Y/n found joy in it, even when her arms didn’t. She didn’t have any family recipes that she used, just whatever she had found on the internet. She found a new one to try and everyone said the cookies were delicious and tasted amazing. The ingredients threw her off just a bit but she just followed the recipe regardless.

The recipe was for a small batch so it was perfect for her and Hyunjin. Something small for the two of them to enjoy. She let everything cool down before grabbing a cookie and taste testing. The comments were right, they were delicious.

“Smells good down here,” Hyunjin said as he came down the stairs

“How was your live?” Y/n asked him as he pecked her lips and then took a bite of the cookie in her hand

“Good, not as good as these cookies though. You did a really good job sweetie,” Hyunjin said

“Thanks,” Y/n smiled, finished her cookie, and cleaned up the rest of her mess. Hyunjin munched on the cookies before his girlfriend yelled at him to save some for later. The idol just laughed and finished his last one and helped her clean up.

“I’m going to shower and then figure out dinner,” Y/n told him

“Can I join?” Hyunjin smiled

“Sure,” Y/n agreed.

Hyunjin started the shower while she grabbed them both a change of clothes and then joined him in the bathroom. Hyunjin pulled his shirt off and then tossed it into the hamper. Y/n followed ensuite before they both got in the shower. Hyunjin stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her as she started washing her face. The warm water hitting her skin and Hyunjin’s kisses on her shoulder. One hand traveled up to her chest while the other moved down between her legs.

“Smell good,” Hyunjin told her as he groped her chest.

“Yeah?” Y/n asked, an intense heat firing up in her belly as Hyunjin pressed his erection against her ass.

Neither knew what it was. Showering together had always been one of their favorite nonsexual intimacy times so it wasn’t that. Hyunjin himself just knew he had to do something right now about his painful erection or it felt like he was going to pass away.

His fingers dipped into her aching cunt, finding her already soaking wet for him. “Baby,” He moaned and nipped at her skin.

Y/n moaned in response. Her whole body was more sensitive than ever. It felt like she was on fire and needed to get put out. Hyunjin seemed to feel the same as his fingers moved in and out of her. Though it wasn’t helping at all.

“Need more,” Y/n whined

“Me too,” Hyunjin agreed

Y/n turned off the water and pulled him out of the shower. Hyunjin backed up onto their sink as his lips encapsulated hers. Y/n moaned into his mouth as she sat on the edge of the counter. Hyunjin made quick work of pushing his aching cock into her and spreading her legs open for him.

“Hyun,” Y/n moaned, wrapping her hands around his biceps

“I’ve got you, baby,” Hyunjin told her, leaning her back till she hit the mirror. Starting to thrust into her as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

Hyunjin was one to take his time in these situations. He’d rather love and dote on his partner than fucking but now he had a primal urge to just fuck. Nothing was going to relieve that pressure in him.

Y/n moaned into his mouth. Having a boyfriend who takes his time to know her body, using that to his advantage every time they were in bed, came with perks. It was second nature for him to know what angles, positions were best, etc. It was like breathing to Hyunjin now.

Y/n still felt like it wasn’t enough. Begging him for more and Hyunjin happily complied. Needing it just as much. If not more.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin groaned as she tightened around him.

Her walls pulsating around him. Overly sensitive and Y/n couldn’t understand why. She wasn’t going to complain but she’d never felt this horny to the point of extreme sensitivity before. They’d barely started and she already felt like she was on the edge.

“Let me cum in you. Please, baby. Need to fill you up,” Hyunjin rambled as his lips moved from hers to her neck. Kissing, sucking, and biting on the skin.

“Please,” Y/n barely got out before her orgasm hit. Clenching around her boyfriend’s cock. Hyunjin whimpered into her neck as his own came about at the same time. Their cums mixed inside her, warmth filling her.

Hyunjin grabbed her hips and held her close to his. Both took a deep breath as they came down from the high— well Y/n did. Hyunjin was still kissing on her neck as he stayed hard inside her which wasn’t normal.

“One more. Need one more round,” Hyunjin begged, pace already starting again.

“Counters not comfy,” Y/n groaned, now annoyed with the facet digging into her back.

“Let’s move to the bed. Just need to go again. Need to fuck you till I’ve got nothing left.”

Y/n and Hyunjin lost track of how long and how many roads they truly went before passing out in each other’s arms. Waking up close to noon the next day, Hyunjin was very cuddly with her.

“Hyun,” Y/n said

“Mmm,” He grumbled

“You okay?”

“Tired,” He sighed and took his head out of her chest. “ How are you feeling?”

“Right leg feels numb but could be from you laying on it.”

“Sorry,” Hyunjin apologized and laid back on his side of the bed, pulling her onto his chest.

It wasn’t until an hour later when Y/n looked back at the recipe and looked up the ingredients that she realized it called for a strong aphrodisiac.

“That’s why I couldn’t find it anywhere!” Y/n exclaimed

“Is that why I felt like I was going to suffocate if I didn’t fuck you?” Hyunjin asked

“I think so. Probably shouldn’t have eaten three cookies.”

“They were delicious and I would do it again.”

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dokyumms · 3 days ago

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i'll take the time, treat you like a lady

pairings: the8 x afab!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 616

cw: periods, mention of medication (ibuprofen), excessive use of “băobèi”

a/n: a request for anon! posting this late bc i legit spent the whole day writing a svt reaction just to get a writer's block halfway through but i still tried to finish it and it didn't end well........

"i'm bleeding, in pure pain, and hormonal."

that's the text you send to minghao on a tuesday afternoon. to be fair, it's the truth. your period came in full swing with no warning while minghao was out, so now you're stuck with bloody bed sheets (that are currently being washed) and the worst cramps you've gotten in your life.

normally, you wouldn't text him over this stuff, but right now, you're definitely not in the mood to be alone.

at first, he responds with, "??" but then follows up with, "i'm On my way!"

groaning at the throbbing pain in your lower abdomen, you curl into yourself and wait impatiently for your boyfriend on the couch.

it’s about 15 minutes before minghao enters the apartment, calling out your name as he takes off his shoes.

he softens when he finds you on the couch, still curled into yourself, arms wrapped around your waist area as you sleep.

reaching out, he almost thinks about letting you rest more, but then you make a discomforted noise in your sleep and he pokes you a little.

“bǎobèi, i’m here~” he sing songs softly, attempting to wake you up. you wink one eye open, and go right back to sleep.

now he’s the one groaning, “aren’t you on your period? you need to wake up so you can take ibuprofen.” unfortunately, you’re too stubborn for your own good, refusing to get up.

he sighs, deciding not to test you, he gives you a kiss on the forehead, “fine, if you don’t want to get up, i’ll just take care of you from here. give me a minute.” you cry out in protest at the absence of his warmth, but that reason is quickly replaced by another strike of pain going through your lower abdomen.

after what seems like years (for you), minghao returns with ibuprofen and a hot water bottle. “here, let me take care of you, love.” he says, stroking your hair and watching you intently as you take the painkiller.

he lays the hot water bottle on you, giving you another kiss before he gets up to go make you a meal when you reach for his arm.

“can you just stay here for a little?”

“but you need to eat something,” he insists hesitantly, though he does consider your suggestion.

“please, hao,” you plead, looking up at him with the best puppy eyes you can muster.

you watch as he goes through an internal argument with himself before finally accepting defeat because he doesn’t want to accidentally make you cry.

“don’t complain when your stomach starts hurting because you haven’t eaten.” he warns lightly (knowing damn well he’d go make you food in record time) as he slides in next to you. you laugh, thinking of something to shoot back, but you feel the throbbing pain come back before you can say anything.

you bite back a curse and fall onto minghao’s chest, whining, “when does it (the ibuprofen) kick in~”

“soon, băobèi, soon.” he murmurs, pulling a blanket over you two and wrapping his arms around you. “it’s gonna go away, i promise.” he whispers along with other reassuring words, holding you tightly.

but once the pain subsides comes the emotional sensitivity…

“what’s wrong, love?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your forehead when you start crying out of nowhere.

“i was just reminded of this video that had a cat in it and i realized that i’ll never have a cat because i’m allergic. but they’re so cute~” you cry into minghao’s shoulder.

“ah, we can get a stuffed animal cat, it’s okay băobèi.”

“but it’s not the same!”

and this repeats every single month.

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hoshifighting · 5 months ago

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vernon + food play

— vernon doesn't waste food, and there was whipped cream left over from the strawberry cake your two were baking

WARNINGS: +18, smut, nipple play, food play, fingering, eating strawberries, smut under the cut.

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you’ve never been one for patience, and vernon knows it. hell, he’s probably counting on it right now,

given the way he’s watching you, slow as ever, sitting at the edge of the bed while you’re lying there like a damn buffet. two perfect mounds of whipped cream on your nipples, and his eyes haven’t left them since he put them there, a quiet little smirk pulling at the corner of his lips like he knows exactly how close you are to losing it.

“you wanna strawberry?” his voice is soft, teasing, and you narrow your eyes at him, your cheeks heating up even though this isn’t the first time you’ve found yourself spread out for him like this. something about how casual he is, like this is an everyday thing, gets to you every time. the lightest tap of your hand against his shoulder makes him laugh, low and lazy, before he picks up a strawberry, holding it between his lips, waiting for you.

you nod, biting down just as he inches closer. the burst of sweetness hits your tongue, but all you can focus on is the heat of his breath as he leans in closer, licking a trail of whipped cream off your breast like he’s savoring every second of it. “fuck,” you murmur, body tensing under his touch. he’s slow, too slow, the way his tongue swirls around the peak of your nipple, lapping up the cream until there’s nothing left but the warm wetness of his mouth, lips wrapping around your sensitive skin.

"you taste good, baby," he mutters, his fingers tracing light patterns down your stomach, making you squirm. his voice drips with amusement, like he’s enjoying your reactions way too much, knowing exactly what he’s doing. his hand slides lower, fingertips brushing between your thighs, and your breath hitches, hips lifting involuntarily towards his touch.

“vernon,” you groan, impatient as ever, but he just laughs again, his fingers dipping between your folds, finding you soaked and desperate. “i swear to god im already so, if you don’t—” your words cut off with a gasp as he presses a finger inside, slowy, like he’s testing how far he can push you before you lose it.

“relax, babe,” he mumbles, his mouth returning to your chest, licking up the remaining cream, tongue flicking over your nipples until you’re a mess of whimpers beneath him. his fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that makes your whole body shudder, and you can barely keep still, your legs trembling, his name slipping from your lips repeatedly.

he adds another finger, pumping in and out of you, and your hands fist into the sheets, trying to ground yourself, but it’s no use. the pressure’s building too fast, too strong, and you can feel yourself melting. “fuck, vernon—i’m close.”

“i know,” he says, smug as hell, lips ghosting over your belly now, his fingers working you faster, his other thumb circling your clit in time with each thrust. you’re shaking, thighs clamping around his wrist, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down. his eyes lock onto yours, and you love how he holds the gaze as your whole body tenses, and the next thing you know, you’re crying out, back arching off the bed, your orgasm swiping you from your feet, making you squeeze his forearm that continues pumping you.

you’re panting, barely able to catch your breath, and yet he doesn’t let up, his fingers still moving, milking every last drop of your cum until you’re squirming away, too sensitive, too much. but then he leans down, his tongue tracing a line over your belly, licking up the remnants of the whipped cream like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

“holy shit,” you breathe, still coming down from the high, your body still shaking.

he smirks, clearly satisfied with himself, and leans in close, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “want more whipped cream, or you done?”

“we still have it?” your eyes shine slightly.

“actually no, but i can definitely buy some more down the street.” he raises up, ready to do it if you say yes.

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hd-junglebook · 11 months ago

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My Sunshine

Part 1 - rewrite of the original

Warnings - pregnancy, flirting, verbal abuse, gaslighting, slight mention of prostitution, unwanted pregnancy, abortion, crying, banana muffins

a:n I'm so in love with the way that this came out, I could literally faint. I want to this man. ferally. In the most respectful way that I can put it. Had me giggling like a SLUT. Like look at that face, come on..

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Summary: Y/N reminisces about her past, the faint memory of her hateful mother as reality starts to really sink in. Along comes jack and his giddy smile, eager to get to know our dear sunshine.

Word Count ~ 4k

1 month later

10:00am

The doctor's voice cuts through the heavy silence, their tone professional yet laced with a hint of warmth. "While we wait for the results, can you tell me the date of your last menstrual period and any potential dates of conception?"

Y/N takes a deep, steadying breath, her mind instantly transported back to the haunting echoes of her mother's cruel words. The memories feel so visceral, as if the scenes are playing out before her eyes once more.

"I wish one day, you could see why I raised you the way I did. You're so weak, gullible, and always so goddamn sensitive. It's pathetic, really." Her mother's voice drips with disdain, the familiar sting of her judgement cutting deep.

Y/N can practically feel the weight of her mother's disapproving stare, the contempt burning in her eyes. "Just like your useless father, y/n. You've never been and will never be good enough, not like me."

"You will need me one day, when you have a baby, you're gonna wish I was the one there helping you, holding your hand. But I won't be, because you've always been a disappointment, a burden I never wanted." The thought of facing motherhood without the unwavering support she so desperately craves fills Y/N with dread.

"I hate you, y/n, and I wish I would've gotten rid of you when I had the chance. I never regretted anything more than letting your useless father talk me into keeping you. I lost my whole life raising you - I slaved and sold myself to put food on the table, all for you ungrateful little shits." The bitterness in her mother's voice is palpable, a raw wound that has never fully healed.

Forcing the memories to the back of her mind, Y/N provides the doctor with the requested information to the best of her recollection.

A knot forms in her stomach as the details flow from her lips, a painful reminder of the intimate moments with Jason - moments that had once filled her with such joy and hope, but now only serve to heighten her anxiety.

The doctor nods, jotting down the notes on their clipboard. They continue the conversation, their tone gentle and understanding, offering Y/N a sense of comfort in the midst of the emotional turmoil.

After what feels like an eternity, they excuse themselves to check on the test results. The room falls silent, save for the ticking of the clock – each second a countdown to the life-changing news that awaits Y/N.

When the doctor returns, they have a file in hand. Taking a seat beside Y/N, they meet her gaze, their expression softening with a warmth that puts her at ease, even as her heart races in anticipation.

"Y/N," they begin gently, their voice filled with empathy, "the urine test came back positive for hCG. Congratulations, you're pregnant." The doctor pauses, studying Y/N's face for a moment before continuing. "I understand this may be an overwhelming time, but I want you to know that we're here to support you every step of the way."

Y/N feels her breath catch in her throat, the news hitting her like a physical blow.

Part of her had hoped, prayed, that the results would be negative, that the at home test she took a few weeks ago were wrong, that she wouldn't have to face the daunting prospect of motherhood, especially without Jason's support.

But now, as the reality of her situation sinks in, she can't help but feel utterly alone, trapped in the shadow of her mother's cruelty. Following down the same path she did when she was 18 but only she was 23, grown, and by herself.

"What am I going to do?" she whispers, tears falling to the ground.

A sudden movement in front of her face snapped Y/N out of her trance, her body jolting in response. "I'm sorry," she blurted out, hastily wiping the tears from her eyes.

The doctor slid back onto his stool, a warm smile on his face as he handed her a stack of pamphlets. "I’m very happy for you," he said, mistaking her tears for joy. "Here are some resources for young mothers. I know this must be an exciting, but overwhelming time. Please don't hesitate to reach out if you have any questions or concerns."

Y/N stared at the man, momentarily confused, until the reality of the situation came crashing back.

…

11:30am

Y/N stood in line at 'The Brew' coffee shop, the warm, inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloping her like a comforting embrace, soft Russian music playing over the stereo. The rich scent of roasted beans mingled with the subtle sweetness of vanilla and caramel, instantly lifting her spirits.

As she waited patiently, her eyes wandered to the man next to her, who seemed lost in thought. He was engrossed in a conversation on his phone, his brow furrowed in concentration, creating a series of deep lines that etched themselves into his forehead.

He shuffled his feet nervously, the movement causing the light to catch on the polished leather of his shoes. His gaze flickered to the menu before him, a brief moment of indecision flashing across his face, and Y/N found herself wondering what could be troubling him.

Unable to resist the urge to learn more, she stole a glance at him, admiring the way the soft, golden light of the café danced across his features. The angles of his jawline were sharp and defined, a stark contrast to the soft, inviting curve of his lips that seemed to beckon her closer.

As if sensing her gaze, he suddenly turned, and their eyes met. In that instant, the world seemed to slow down, the bustling noise of the café fading into the background as Y/N was enveloped in a moment of pure connection. His eyes, a mesmerizing blue, held her captive, sparkling with a hint of mischief that ignited a spark within her.

A confident smile spread across his face, and he leaned away slightly, speaking into the phone. “Alright Lukey, I gotta go.”

"Hey, you're my neighbor, right?" he asked, the recognition evident in his tone. "You live on Baker Street?"

Y/N blinked, surprised by his sudden acknowledgment. "Yes, I do."

Yet, as she spoke, Y/N felt her shyness begin to melt away, like frost under the warmth of his unwavering gaze. There was a magnetic pull to this stranger, an allure that she found herself inexplicably drawn to.

"I'm Jack," he said, extending his hand towards her. His movements were fluid and graceful, his arm cutting through the space between them with a sense of purpose.

As he reached out, Y/N couldn't help but notice the way his fingers flexed, the tendons in his hand shifting beneath his skin like the strings of a finely tuned instrument.

Hesitating for only a moment, Y/N slipped her hand into his, relishing the gentle firmness of his grip. "It's nice to meet you, Jack," she replied, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she held his gaze, unwilling to be the first to break the connection.

He leaned against the counter, his gaze locked on Y/N, as if she was the only person in the crowded coffee shop. "I've been wondering when I'd get the chance to officially introduce myself."

Y/N felt her cheeks flush with heat, suddenly keenly aware of his undivided attention. "I, um, I'm not usually one for small talk," she admitted, her words coming out in a flustered jumble.

Jack chuckled, the sound low and rich. "Lucky for you, I more than make up for that." He flashed her a dazzling smile, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm quite the chatterbox, as I'm sure you're about to find out."

Caught off guard by his confidence, Y/N found herself relaxing, drawn in by his easy charm. As the line moved forward, she fell into step beside him, her shoulders brushing against his as they approached the counter.

"So, what's your order of choice?" Jack asked, his gaze sweeping over the menu. "I'm a bit of a coffee connoisseur myself."

Y/N blinked, momentarily flustered by his proximity. "Um, usually anything caramel flavored, I think," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m leaning towards tea today though.”

Jack's lips curved into a grin. "Excellent choice. A classic, just like you."

"Can I have a banana muffin? And whatever she's getting, we're together." Jack said, flashing the barista a charming smile.

The barista nodded, punching in the order as Y/N stood there, momentarily stunned by Jack's gesture. She managed to give a small smile, her heart pounding erratically in her chest.

"After you," Jack said, gesturing towards the pickup counter. He placed a gentle hand on the small of her back, guiding her forward.

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine at his touch, her nerves alight. As they waited for their order, Jack turned to her, his sapphire eyes sparkling. “Just a green tea please. And a banana muffin too.” She added, meeting jack’s eyes for a second.

"Such a gentleman," y/n teased. Jack laughed, flashing her a wink. He turned towards the seating area, gesturing for Y/N to follow. "Come on, let's find a cozy spot."

Y/N felt herself being drawn along by his infectious energy, her feet moving almost of their own accord as she trailed behind him. He led them to a small table by the window, pulling out a chair for her before taking a seat across from her.

She didn’t know what to do with herself as she took the seat he offered, settling in across from him. The way he was looking at her, with such open curiosity and intrigue, made her heart race.

"So, Y/N, tell me - what brings you to this fine establishment on this lovely day?" Jack asked, leaning back in his chair and regarding her with a playful smile.

Y/N felt herself relax slightly under his warm gaze. "Just my usual coffee run, nothing too exciting," she admitted shyly.

"Ah, but any day that starts with a chance encounter like this is anything but ordinary," Jack countered, his eyes twinkling. "You've got nowhere else to be, right? No urgent errands or appointments calling your name?"

Y/N shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "No, nothing pressing that I can think of."

"Excellent." Jack leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table as he studied her intently. "Then you won't mind if I take the opportunity to learn more about the mysterious neighbor from Baker Street?"

…

Jack's eyes crinkled with delight as the barista arrived with their order, setting down a steaming latte in front of Y/N and a banana muffin alongside it.

"Ah, perfect timing," he said, flashing the barista a grateful smile. The scent of the baked treat mingled with the rich aroma of coffee, creating a tantalizing combination that did little to calm her already frazzled nerves.

Glancing down at her phone, she quickly typed out a message to her friend Heather, her fingers trembling slightly. 'You're never going to believe this, but this unbelievably gorgeous guy just bought me a coffee and we're sitting at a table together! I'm honestly freaking out right now - I have no idea what to do.'

She hit send, her fingers trembling slightly as she placed the phone back on the table, unsure of what to do next.

Y/N couldn't help but sneak a peek at Jack, who was leaning back in his chair, a warm smile playing on his lips as he took a contemplative sip of his own coffee. The way the morning light danced across his striking features only served to heighten his already captivating presence.

"So, Y/N, what do you do for a living?" he asked, his gaze warm and curious. "I have a feeling there's more to you than just your 'usual coffee run'." His gaze latched back onto hers, his eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity.

Y/N felt heat rise to her cheeks at his words, both flattered and flustered by his obvious interest. "Well, I, uh, I sometimes write for a sports magazine," she stammered, her heart fluttering erratically. "And I'm also working on a couple of novels in my spare time."

Jack's face lit up with delight, and he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table as he studied her intently. "A writer, huh? That's incredibly impressive. What kind of sports do you cover?"

"A little bit of everything, really," Y/N replied, slowly beginning to relax under the warmth of his gaze. "But I do have a particular fondness for hockey as of recently. There's just something about the intensity of the game that I find absolutely captivating. The fighting, the crowd, just a mix of all of it."

"Hockey, you say?" Jack's eyes gleamed with unbridled enthusiasm. "Well, as it happens, I'm a bit of a hockey player myself. I actually play for the Jersey Devils as a defenseman."

Y/N's eyes widened in genuine surprise, her earlier nerves temporarily forgotten. "What! Well, tell me about it. Do you enjoy it?"

Jack chuckled, the rich sound sending a shiver down Y/N's spine. "Well, then I'd be more than happy to regale you with tales of my hockey exploits." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But only if you promise to share some of your own stories in return."

She extended her pinky, a silent invitation, waiting for him to entwine his with hers, sealing their promise in a tender gesture.

Jack gently raised his hand to the table, his eyes fixed on hers, as he tenderly entwined his larger pinky with hers, sealing their promise with a heartfelt gesture.

The two fell into an easy conversation, trading stories and sharing their passions. Y/N found herself captivated by Jack's easy charm and infectious enthusiasm, and before long, the lunch rush began to fill the coffee shop.

"Maybe I should let you get back to your day," Y/N said reluctantly, glancing around at the growing crowd, a twinge of disappointment tugging at her heart.

But Jack's eyes held a glimmer of pleading, and he reached across the table, his fingers brushing against hers in a gesture that sent electricity coursing through her veins.

"Or you could stay a little longer?" he suggested, his voice low and hopeful. "I'm quite enjoying our chat, and I'd hate for it to end so soon."

Y/N hesitated, her heart palpitating in its cage. This was all so unexpected, but there was something about Jack that made her want to throw caution to the wind.

Taking a deep breath, she offered him a shy smile, her nerves and excitement mingling in equal measure. "You know, I think I'd like that. And maybe, if you're free sometime, we could, um, grab dinner?"

Jack's face lit up with a dazzling smile. "I'd love nothing more," he said, quickly pulling out his phone. "Here, let me give you my number. I can't wait to take you out."

As Jack typed away, Y/N felt a surge of giddiness. This was all so new and exciting, and she couldn't help but wonder where this chance encounter might lead. One thing was certain, though – she was more than ready to find out.

Jack made her feel - seen, heard, and utterly captivated.

…

14:00 pm

I debated including this, but I felt so giddy and in love with writing I couldn’t help it. I’m just a sucker for some pure love.

***A gentle breeze caressed her face, carrying with it the scent of springtime The world around her seemed to burst with vibrant color - the lush, verdant hues of the trees, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze.

The myriad shades of pink and purple adorning the blooming flowers that lined the sidewalk, and the vast, azure sky overhead, dotted with wispy clouds that danced languidly across the heavens.

It was as if the entire city had been painted with a master's brush, each detail a testament to nature's radiant beauty.

Reaching into her bag, she pulled out her camera, her fingers trembling with excitement as she began to weave through the bustling streets.

In the nearby park, she captured the laughter of happy families, their faces aglow with pure, unadulterated joy as they swung gleefully on the playground or tossed a Frisbee back and forth, their movements fluid and carefree.

Further down the path, a lonely man sat on a bench, tossing a well-worn tennis ball to his faithful canine companion. As the dog bounded after it, his tail wagging furiously, a warm smile spread across the man's face, his eyes crinkling with a contentment that seemed to radiate outwards, touching all who witnessed the tender exchange.

Y/N couldn't resist the urge to capture these fleeting moments, her camera shutter clicking rapidly as she sought to preserve the beauty that surrounded her.

Every step she took seemed to reveal another breathtaking sight - a young couple sharing a picnic lunch on the lush, verdant grass, their bodies intertwined as they leaned into one another's embrace, and a group of elderly friends chatting animatedly on a park bench, their laughter carrying on the gentle breeze.

Each snapshot felt like a love letter to the world, Y/N's heart swelled with a sense of wonder, her steps light and airy as she continued her walk home.

With each snapshot she captured, she couldn't help but see the reflection of Jack in the scenes that unfolded before her.

The joyful laughter of the families in the park reminded her of the way Jack's eyes had crinkled with delight during their conversation. The lonely man's smile as he played with his dog mirrored the warmth and kindness that Jack had exuded so effortlessly.

And the tender embrace of the picnicking couple evoked the gentle way Jack's fingers had brushed against her own, sending electricity coursing through her veins.

It was as if the entire world had conspired to remind her of the captivating man she had just met, weaving his essence into the very fabric of her surroundings.

Y/N found herself wondering what she and Jack must have looked like, huddled together in the cozy coffee shop, their heads bent close as they shared stories and laughter like old friends.

The thought brought a smile to her lips, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of giddiness at the realization that this chance encounter had the potential to blossom into something truly special. Jack's colors had painted the world around her, and she couldn't wait to see what other hues he might bring into her life.***

…

14:30 pm

Y/N closed the door behind her, the solid wood frame pressing against her back as she leaned into it, letting out a deep, contented breath.

A smile slowly crept across her face, unbidden and unwilling, as she buried her face in her hands, momentarily overcome by the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her.

Slowly, almost reverently, her hands drifted down to her stomach, fingertips gently caressing the barely-there swell that held the promise of new life.

"Maybe this can be good for us," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking the words aloud would somehow make them more real.

Suddenly, a flash of self-consciousness washed over her, and Y/N felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up her cheeks. Had she really just been giddily daydreaming like some lovestruck schoolgirl?

The moment of levity was short-lived, however, as a familiar voice broke the silence, cutting through the haze of her thoughts.

"You just gonna stand there and be weird, or are you gonna come sit down?" Heather said, a teasing lilt in her tone.

Y/N's head snapped up, a sheepish look crossing her features as she nodded and made her way to the couch, her steps tentative and uncertain. "Sorry, I, uh, I was just..." Her voice trailed off, unsure of how to even begin explaining the maelstrom of emotions that had overtaken her.

Heather watched her fondly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You're being strange today," she observed, her tone laced with affection. "But I can't say I'm surprised, considering what you told me earlier."

Y/N could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she settled onto the cushions, her movements almost cautious, as if she were trying to contain the giddiness that threatened to spill out.

Unable to keep the grin from spreading across her face, she shook her head in a half-hearted attempt to downplay her excitement. "I know, I know," she said, the words tumbling out in a rush. "It's just... I haven’t felt this way in a long time and it’s exciting, you know?"

Heather chuckled, reaching out to give Y/N's hand a gentle squeeze, her eyes crinkling with warmth and understanding. "I can see that.”

…

19:47 pm

Later that night, Y/N ran her fingers lovingly over the smooth surface of her stomach, the gesture almost reverent as she finished her nightly cleansing routine.

Just as she set down her phone, the familiar chime of a new message caught her attention, and a giddy smile instantly blossomed on her face as she saw Jack's name on the screen.

Sinking into the soft cushions of the couch, Y/N eagerly opened the message, her heart fluttering with anticipation.

"Hey there, beautiful," Jack's text read, the words sending a flutter through Y/N's chest. "I was just thinking about you and that lovely smile of yours. How about we make it a date tomorrow night? I know this amazing little Italian place that I think you're going to love."

Y/N's fingers hovered over the screen, poised to type a response, but a twinge of hesitation gripped her. The news of her pregnancy weighed heavily on her mind, a secret that both excited and frightened her in equal measure.

She knew she should tell him, but doubt crept in, insidious and persistent. After all, she and Jack weren't even officially dating yet. Their relationship, while promising, was still new and undefined.

The thought of burdening him with this life-altering news so early on felt unfair, potentially derailing the tender connection they had begun to forge. What if the prospect of fatherhood sent him running?

Shaking off her doubts, Y/N decided to throw caution to the wind. "A date, huh? Well, you certainly know how to sweep a girl off her feet," she typed, adding a flirtatious wink emoji for good measure before hitting send.

Almost immediately, her phone chimed with Jack's response, and Y/N could practically hear the warmth and charm in his voice. "Only the best for my favorite writer," he replied, followed by a string of heart-eyed emojis. "I'll pick you up at 7 sharp. Dress to impress, beautiful."

Y/N couldn't help but grin, a giddiness bubbling up inside her. "It's a date," she replied, adding a playful wink emoji for good measure.

As she set her phone aside, Y/N couldn't help but marvel at the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her.

Just hours ago, she had been a bundle of nerves, unsure of how to navigate this newfound connection. But now, with Jack's invitation in hand, she felt a renewed sense of excitement and possibility.

Sure, the news of her pregnancy was daunting, but she couldn't help but wonder if, just maybe, this could be the start of something truly special.

After all, Jack had already shown himself to be a charming, attentive, and genuinely interested companion. Perhaps, with a little bit of courage, she could find the right moment to share this life-changing news with him.

…

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followthebluebell · 29 days ago

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Who are the current roster of residents at your work? I know Roomba is, and that there are at least two Persians, but I can't keep them straight in my head. Q was a resident but then got adopted?

My current residents are:

Roomba (bengal - 13-15? years old, blind, female)

VERY LOUD; loves kittens, waffles wildly between loving adult cats or absolutely hating them. Sometimes to the same cat. She adores Maddie the most and will try to cuddle up to her as much as possible but since Maddie has been going into the Impossible Zone (the couch upstairs) lately, Roomba has been cozying up to Pookie.

Has lymphoma but we're trying to make her time comfortable. She's got a severe sensitivity to poultry and fish, so her food has to be beef, venison, lamb, rabbit, pork, or goat. Her favorite is lamb. On her good days, she likes to play fetch with her favorite purple plastic ball or green spring. I don't know why those are her favorites. She just plays with them longer than any of the other plastic balls or springs.

She's usually found in the office/kitchen.

Butterscotch (persian - 3? years old, blind, male; misaligned jaw)

Looks ancient, is actually a young man. He is permanently scrungly. He likes to play with pieces of garbage. He's got plenty of actual cat toys to play with, but he just wants to play with the little plastic wrap that comes off the tops of bottles and such. He's VERY sweet to people; he mostly ignores other cats. If another cat sleeps by him, he's fine. He just doesn't really seek them out.

His jaw is misaligned, which makes his face look even stranger than a typical persian's. We're not sure what happened to it. It may just be a birth defect, it may be a broken jaw that never healed right. It doesn't seem to bother him TOO much, but it does mean his face needs extra cleaning.

He doesn't like any wet food, except for sardines. Otherwise, he likes the cronch. He likes to sleep in exclusively uncomfortable places.

Pookie (british shorthair - 1 year old, female, FIV+)

VERY playful and outgoing. She likes to greet anyone who walks in. People are delighted by her. They think she's the best thing either (they are not wrong). She's cat social, but doesn't really want to play with other cats. She just likes to exist around them.

She's a menace in the office. She's learned that if the phone goes off, someone will sit down at the desk and she can annoy them until they pet her. She knocks things off the desk too and thinks it's a lot of fun to play with and rip up pages in the appointment book.

She's generally found in the office or on the front couch.

Penelope (persian, 2-3? years old, female)

Also outgoing, but much more relaxed. Penelope mostly wants to sit on someone's lap. Her favorite toys are crinkle balls--- the little cellophane ones--- and tunnels. She likes to sit at the edge of a tunnel and bat at feet as people walk past. She also likes pens, especially if someone is using one.

She likes to sit in the office chair. I think it's because she knows someone will sit there eventually and have no choice but to let her sit on their lap, but also she doesn't have very many brain cells, so I'm not sure she can fully conceptualize that sort of plan.

She tends to pick a new Favorite Place every week.

Maddie (persian, 12-13? years old, female)

Winner of the 'Are you alive...?' contest two years running. She's a picky eater and will only eat things that she sees Roomba eating. I'm not sure they recognize the other as 'alive'. Maddie adores people, as long as they aren't trying to brush her. Then she grudgingly tolerates them for a few minutes at a time before deciding to go somewhere else.

She's permanently snotty. She's been tested for many, MANY things to ensure it's not contagious--- the vet's guess is that a fungal infection caused a severe allergic reaction which resulted in nasal polyps. Combined with her very tiny nostrils, she's got some permanent drip going on there. It's... unclear whether or not surgery is a wise option. She's a senior cat, a persian, and already has breathing problems :/ We might just have to wipe her face frequently.

She's not a fan of that either, for the record.

I'm hoping that Penelope and Pookie will go up for adoption one day. There's literally no reason why they could not be adopted and I'd prefer to keep the office pet slots for cats that cannot be rehomed for behavioral or health reasons.

#roomba #butterscotch #pookie #penelope #maddie #work

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v3nusxsky · 6 months ago

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Mars, mars!

I got a ask that I hope you write.

Basically Larissa is in a new relationship with Reader. And Larissa has been with Reader sexually since they passed 3 months together and they wished to enter into a more intimate relationship, but Larissa introduced shapeshifter sex (basically a shapeshifted cock and balls) and they are having unprotected sex.

Time passed and Larissa began to notice that her girlfriend’s areola is darkening, at first she let it pass but then talked with reader about it during pillow talk after sex, then she noticed that her girlfriend was eating weird foods and drinking weird combinations of liquids, something she expressed to her girlfriend amused. Then suddenly Larissa noticed that Reader was super sensitive during sex (while there were doing missionary, Reader squirted for the first time) and she talked about it during pillow talk while there were cuddling, while mentioning that her girlfriend was literally glowing. (like her nails were beautiful, her hair was long, shiny and healthy and her face had a beautiful blush and she had glass skin)

So after MONTHS of letting it go, all those things combined arose Readers suspicious about something she was thinking about. Reader then went and checked her calendar (while Larissa was at work) and realized that her period was 9 months ago and literally panicked about it. So next day she went to her doctor and talked about it, and the doctor did some blood texts and let her go home. Two days passed and reader was called from the doctor to come in and check her results, when she goes she’s given the news that she’s pregnant and she’s clearly been pregnant for 9 months, Reader of course doesn’t understand HOW? the doctor explains that Readers has a cryptic pregnancy and she’s almost ready to pop.

Reader goes back home dazed and confused by the whole situation, waiting for Larissa to get home to tell her the news.

Larissa goes home and Reader tells Larissa the news and Larissa faints from the surprise.

When she wakes up her girlfriend is sitting tensely on the couch and is given the news that she’s gone in labor.

Labor happens with Larissa panicking like a headless chicken and after HOURS of pain, reader gives birth to a healthy baby girl. A baby girl that Larissa cried big fat tears in seeing how precious her queen and princess look cuddling together on the hospital bed. A baby that made a decision that had been brewing for LONG time, in where Larissa kneeled beside the hospital bed and asked reader to marry her, with a ring that she took out of her bag.

OF COURSE READER SAID YES!!!

That’s it! I hope you do this ask I would be extremely happy and excited to read what you write. Have a good day mars!

The best surprise

*Authors note~ twenty two years to celebrate with a birthday fic including as many types of fics possible using the woman who inspired me to start writing again. Larissa Weems 🥰*

Trigger warnings~ cryptic pregnancy, shifted cock and balls for Larissa, hinted breeding kink and pregnancy kink (Larissa), smutty times, breast worship (r receiving), unprotected sex, aftercare, squirting (r receiving), missed period shock, doctors test, “spontaneous labour”, faints (Larissa), purposed (r receiving), mentions strap on, dom Larissa, sub kitten r

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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You’ll never forget the day she finally asked you to be hers. The way she stumbled over her words due to the nerves wrecking through her tall frame. The way her cyan blue eyes sparkled with pure joy and relief when you said yes. Dating your boss is something you’ve been warned about, they say it’s complicated and quite simply a one way ticket for a relationship to fizzle out. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t worry you at the start of the relationship with Principal Weems. Not only her being your boss but an older woman with more life experience than yourself felt slightly intimidating at the start. As the love grew the insecurities faded and you were living your best life with her. Happy.

The first time the two of you made love was nothing short of magical. Larissa took her time to slowly introduce to the pleasure she could bring you, the ways she could touch you and make you feel building your confidence steadily. You’ll never forget the first time you made the shifter orgasm. All the fears of not doing it right or being deemed “sexy enough” disappeared. Choosing to make the older woman feel all the love you held for her, worshiping all six foot three inches of her. It was perfect.

Larissa is a highly intelligent human, you could see that from a mile away, so it shouldn’t have shocked you that she would introduce many kinks to you. Ones you’d never even thought of. And her specific ability enabled her fantasies in many ways. It started small, your desire for her to feel the way you took her strap on in your mouth, the need to feel her inside of you. You’d confessed it one night when you were far down into your submissive haze, unknowingly awakening a beast Larissa didn’t know she housed.

Timing was the key. And Larissa was always impeccable with her timing. The first time you saw her shifted cock and balls you went feral. It just so happened you were ovulating that week, your hormones causing your libido to rise. The idea of her giving into your desires causing you to practically jump the older woman. She practically tutted at you holding your body a fraction away from her very naked frame, “darling. Be a good little kitten and please me before I even think about fucking this pretty pussy of mine.” The green light to fall to your knees and take her impressive length into your now hallowed cheeks only encouraged the arousal to drop down your thighs.

As heavenly as your mouth feels, your tight little cunt was ten times more. “Such a pretty kitten for me. Your slutty little hole is just dragging me back in darlin. God I love fucking you, if I could I’d constantly have you cock warming me. Wanna be stuffing you full of my cock all day kitten. You want that hmm?” She’d grunt as her thrusts continued to work their way deeper towards your cervix. “Want me to fill your pretty little womb with my babies? Keep you so full forever? You’re gonna look so pretty alll round and full for me. A pretty little kitty all for me. Fuck, please let me breed you darling. I need it.” All you could do was take her in deeper accepting load after load of her white hot seed. If only you’d known then what one night of passionate loving sex could do.

Larissa couldn’t help herself, on the rare occasions she got to watch you change for bed she had to stare. It had to be a crime to be as stunning as you are. But recently her keen eyes picked up on the slight darkening of your beautiful areola causing your tits to stand out more than normal. But then again she’d lavished them with loving nips and sucks nights in a row recently so perhaps they were just bruised. “Darling?” She mumbled catching your attention despite how exhausted your throughly fucked body was. “You’d tell me if I’m ever too rough with you wouldn’t you sweetheart? I never want to cause you any pain. You do know that right?” In a confusing sleepy haze you simply murmured reassurances that you were in deed well and truly satisfied and not feeling bad at all before snuggling up close to the woman. She’d have to be more careful with her attention to them. Maybe finding other places to mark as hers.

Larissa knows her girlfriend pretty well. But this was the third time this week you’d caught her off guard with a dinner request. You truly couldn’t stand some foods so to hear you ask for them and your choice of beverage not being something you’d normally buy was a surprise. But then again you’d remind her that it’s on your yearly list to try new foods and this sounds so nice so why wouldn’t you try it? And there is where she’d drop her argument, it’s not as if you’d be pregnant anyway. Right? There’s been no symptoms. Perhaps it’s a phase.

You felt normal, so every time Larissa noticed a change in behaviour you brushed her off. But while making love to the blonde, her lips at the shell of your ear as she whispered all her dirty fantasies and thrusted into your fluttering core you felt werid. Not a bad weird, but a strong urge to let go. To cum. Of course Larissa begged you to let go while dropping a hand to rub tight circles on your clit but neither of you expected for you to squirt for the first time as one of the most intense waves of pleasure tore through your body. You were always more sensitive in sex around the time of your period arriving, so naturally she comforted you and helped clean up before allowing you to snuggle up into her and talk. You admitted that it was scary not knowing what your body wanted but it was so powerful that you wanted to explore it more. It was then that Larissa noticed how shiny your beautiful hair was, the fact your skin was practically glowing and a beautiful pink blush had settled on your cheeks. “You’re so perfect darling” she mumbled absolutely mesmerised by your beauty causing you to chuckle and lightly slap her chest telling her to stop being so horny as you needed sleep now, with a giggle.

A student In your class was sent to the nurse for extremely horrendous period pains a few months later. That’s what prompted you to check. Your period was never regular but it also hadn’t appeared in a while causing the past few months to flash back into memory. But you couldn’t be pregnant. The only person you’d been with is your girlfriend. A chuckle escaped you, of course you wouldn’t be because you’re both girls. But then why was all you could think prompting you to book a doctor’s appointment to be checked out. Just incase.

The appointment was relatively painless, the doctor took some blood and asked all the usual questions about when the last time your period came and the last time you had sex. While slightly embarrassing you informed the doctor you were sleeping with another female. So they almost ruled out pregnancy. Almost. Yet no other explanation made sense and the more you thought about it the more you felt anxiety rising up in your stomach. The feeling of dread gluing you to the spot.

Your phone rang on your lunch hour, the number clearly stating this was what you were waiting for. The answer to whatever was causing your lack of period. Perhaps you need to go on some contraception to regulate them. That had to be it. “Congratulations you’re pregnant” rang in your ears as your phone crashed to the floor. Pregnant? How? What? You couldn’t be. It had to be a mess up in the lab. Right?

Wrong. After gathering yourself the doctor explained how you were experiencing a cryptic pregnancy, you actually were nine months pregnant and ready to deliver a baby, meaning you needed to pop by the Emergency Department and request and emergency scan, just to check the baby was healthy. How could you not know you were pregnant? Were you a terrible mother for not knowing this whole time? What would Larissa say? Would she believe you that the baby was hers? How could you have a baby? All these questions and more swirled round your brain as you rushed to the emergency room.

After being scanned and told you were due any day now but the baby was healthy, choosing to not know the gender, you drove home on autopilot. Pregnant. You a mother. It all seems too impossible to be real, yet the scam photo in your passenger seat was very much real. You’d heard their little heart beat in away. Reality.

Telling Larissa was absolutely nerve wrecking, emotions drowning you as you stumbled to get the words out and handed her the scan of your unborn baby. You expected shock, denial perhaps even screaming or tears. Larissa fainting on you wasn’t something you were prepared for. However, like life itself now, nothing was going the way you thought it would. You did your best as a heavily pregnant woman to help your lover even though tears were streaming down your cheeks. You’d always imagined telling your lover your pregnant in cute ways where she’d kiss you senseless instead of fainting.

Hours faded into days as you both processed the information and tried to frantically gather the items the baby would need urgently. Until your water broke three days after finding out you were indeed pregnant. You had three days to prepare when most couples had nine whole months. It was only natural Larissa spent the entire labour panicked trying to find ways to help with your pain and keep both of you calm. It hurt her to see you in endless amounts of pain as you waited for your body to dilate and the little surprise to work its way down the birth canal. You’d snapped at the blonde many times without meaning to, but it hurt so fucking much. You were definitely not enjoying pregnancy or giving birth and you told her as much. The nurse checking on your dilation couldn’t help but giggle when you told Larissa to keep her magical dick away from your core. If you so much as saw it again you’d snap it for causing this pain. You didn’t mean it, she knew that, but that’s the first time she’s ever been afraid of you.

Screams filled the room as your child took their first breaths. A beautiful baby girl, a perfect mix of you and Larissa laid bundled up in your arms. Tears of love and joy slipping down your cheeks as you gazed loving at her. Your daughter’s small hand wrapped around your little finger, she was real. Something so small and perfect and a complete surprise. Larissa couldn’t help but snap many pictures of you both together. Her queen and now beautiful little princess simply captivating her. She’d never get over how stunning you both are. How special you both are. “Rissa she’s so perfect” you gushed “she has your hair, do you want to hold her?”

Coming to settle with her little family she couldn’t help but feel now was the perfect time. You already had a daughter together, and seeing her whole world sat in a hospital bed made her more determined to keep you both. “Hi little one, you’re so gorgeous like your mommy�� Larissa gushed before turning her attention to you, “what do we name our little surprise darling?” It took some time to decide together but ultimately felt right that the little girl in her arms was named Nova Lillie. “Well Miss Nova Lillie Weems, we should make momma a weems then too huh? Darling I want you forever and always will you do me the honour of being my wife?” A small ring made its way out from her pocket causing you to smile and nod. A Weems. Marrying Larissa Weems and raising your beautiful little surprise together would be everything you need. Nova was everything you both needed and more, you just didn’t know it yet.

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #larissa weems smut #larrisa weems #principal larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #dom larissa #larissa smut #larissa weems #larissa #larissa x reader #weems x reader #principal weems x reader #weems #birthday fic

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icyg4l · 8 months ago

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August 2024 Predictions

hello beautiful people! i am back from my break. did u miss me?? 😁😁 lol. (i am not going to be opening my personal readings yet though. maybe later or earlier next month). i want to start off by thanking you all for the birthday wishes. it is an honor to make it to the age of twenty. also, i have been very busy with trying to get everything together for my new semester of school. i am finally relocating so it’s gonna be hectic for the next month or so! i will make personal readings available as soon as possible. but i hope you guys enjoy the readings that resonate with you! without further ado, please select your pile!

pile 1-3: (left-to-right)

pile one: don’t be desperate, pile one. allow things to unfold the way they’re supposed to. you’re a bit of a control freak. do you have virgo in your chart? let the mystery be alluring! you may find that not knowing everything is actually a relief. allow yourself to be challenged. i heard “be in the nude”. now’s the time to start being kinder to your body. be more affirming to your body, treat food as it is (not as good or bad), buy clothes that are flattering to it. august will be a time of exploring what the world has to offer. don’t feel guilty for doing so either. august will bring you the best of both worlds, so if you’ve been struggling with maintaining stability in two specific areas of your life, it will come. if you’ve recently broken a bone, expect a fast recovery, especially if you smoke weed. if your family is feuding, expect for them to reconcile their differences. i see that your financial situation will improve as well because of your decision to expand beyond the norm. think big, but don’t be greedy.

cards used: queen of wands, seven of swords, two of wands, five of wands, ten of cups, nine of pentacles, two of pentacles, six of swords

extras: manga. phat girlz (2006). annihilator. gold grillz. mirror work.

pile two: you may find that you are reminiscing about the past this august. however, you should not dwell on it. the past is the past for a reason. the disappointments/setbacks you have faced will not last for longer. have some faith. it feels as though someone has been talking shit about you. let them think what they want to think. you have nothing to prove to this. this person could have gemini placements. you are not the person you once were. this month it is crucial that you do self-concept work. what people can say may really get to you. you could find yourself being ultra-sensitive to jokes and the words of other people. if it makes you feel any better, stand your ground. you are the embodiment of “sticks and stones may break my bones”. this last message is for someone who looks to be an influencer/celebrity. make sure that the way you present yourself is true to you. don’t spend time trying to appeal to others. have some boundaries. don’t let people get too comfortable/allow them to use your status against you. you’re human as well.

cards used: five of cups. queen of wands. eight of cups. knight of cups. queen of swords. king of swords. six of cups.

extras: visa. rue. sacrificial lamb. body parts. moola.

pile three: this month will be exhausting for you, pile three. i’m not going to lie, you may have already had a rough start. for some of you, you could have been in a car accident, but by the end of the month, you will receive a hefty check. some of you could receive a refund check that will help you with all of the bills you’re drowning in. you will receive some unexpected financial assistance. if you are expecting to receive a student loan, you will finally be approved. some of you will finally be eligible for government assistance as well. do not be afraid to accept help from community members. you do not have to do it all alone. i see that you will have a breakthrough before you are finally blessed with the opportunity to receive. this month will test your faith but ultimately, you will receive everything you’ve been asking for. sometimes you just have to wait on it. for those of you on anxiety medication, you will finally feel the effects.

cards used: two of swords. the hanged woman. seven of swords. king of pentacles. the hierophant. ten of swords. ten of pentacles. nine of pentacles. four of swords.

extras: pure harmony. “excellence”. “say your goodbyes”. ain’t nobody got time for that. ohana means family.

#tarot #law of assumption #manifesting #tarotreading #hoodoo #pick a card #divination #pick a pile #18+ readings #channeled reading #divination reading #tarot pick a card #pac reading #tarot services #daily tarot #free tarot reading #tarot deck #black tarot readers

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deepdisireslonging · 14 days ago

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The Fluffy Informant

The Reader’s dog keeps telling Were!Bucky about the cute things she does. The super soldier comes over to hide during a fireworks heavy holiday and he wolfs-out. But all his other side wants is to bed down the Reader… much to her dog’s chagrin.

Pairing: Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings/Promises: ANGST, plot without point, FLUFF, food mention, fireworks, panic attack, body horror (werewolf transformation), SMUT, oral (female receiving), slight choking, knotting (No A/B/O), fluffy ending

Word Count: 4300

Note: I asked, and you guys answered. Oops, this turned out very involved. There is a lot of world building, but also a good amount of smut. Let me know how you guys enjoyed it with reblogs and in the comments! Happy reading!

Bucky dropped his duffel onto your bedroom floor. Even muffled by the carpet, he still flinched as the sound echoed. You gently cupped his face, ghosting your fingers over his sensitive ears.

The serum that helped build Steve into Captain America wasn’t easy to replicate. Hydra did what they could… and made improvements. When they experimented on Bucky, his serum was laced with a strain of lycanthropy. No one in Shield had managed to figure out how they found it, but the damage was done. Bucky’s bloodstream was infected, and Hydra had their weapon. He was faster than the average soldier. Stronger. And his werewolf hearing and stealth made him deadlier. They took advantage of werewolf lore, planning missions around full moons. After his escape from Hydra’s control, Bucky and Bruce Banner had figured out different ways for him to take command of his werewolf side and his humanity.

“There’s a full moon tonight,” you hummed, resting your head on his chest. As one, you wrapped your arms around each other.

Bucky hummed back. “I changed last week in Bruce’s Case. Nothing should happen tonight.”

The “Case” was a room constructed of thick steel and concrete. Bruce Banner used it to test controlling hulking out. He lent it to Bucky and used it during their sessions. Turns out, if Bucky could bring on a change by himself, he didn’t have to wolf-out when the full moon hit. He controlled the change. Not the moon, and certainly not Hydra. Shield missions were planned around new moons as best as they could to further the choice between needing to wolf-out and being forced to. So far, this plan was working.

But there was supposed to be a big celebration tonight. The whole country had bought out whole tents of fireworks to celebrate another American holiday.

“After years of working around explosions and shootouts, you would think I wouldn’t need to hide like this.” Bucky tried to pull away, but you tightened your arms around his waist. “If something does go wrong tonight –”

“James –”

“If something goes wrong… I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” Taking his hand, you began to lead him down to your basement. “What’s the point of having a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere if I never get to use it?” A grin pulled at the side of your lips. Under the sound of your and Bucky’s footsteps, there was also the nearly silent clack of paws following close behind. You arrived at the steel door at the base of the stairs and knelt to accept the wet nose that pushed at your cheeks and underside of your jaw.

Chiron was a big black German Shepherd. He had been so cute when he was a puppy with his ears too big for his body and a deceptively polite bark. But now he could look you in the eyes when you sat on the couch. You were a pair of soldiers. Together you fought for freedom and country doing anything from bomb sniffing to hostage rescue. You were an effective team in the field for years before you met the Avengers. Chiron was your best defender before you met Bucky. And you had hesitated to introduce the two.

Bucky also crouched, smiling as the giant floof repeated his welcome of the soldier into his domain. “We’re both gonna look out for her tonight, right buddy?” His smile widened as Chiron replied with an affirmative yip. “Those damn fireworks won’t harm us tonight, will they?” As he reached to scratch between Chiron’s ears, his hands took on a tremor.

Chiron nuzzled between Bucky’s jaw and his shoulder. They took a few steady breaths together before Bucky rose.

“But if they do, Bruce said he helped you build a back-up?”

You unbolted the door. It took a good amount of your strength to swing it open. The steel walls were shiny-new. But you hated the chains and cuffs dangling from the back wall. “I really don’t think we’re going to need this. We’re in the middle of nowhere. Anybody with festivities will be attending to their own houses.” You tilted his face to look at you instead of into the Case. “Hey. We’re going to make our own fun tonight, okay? You said you were going to… take care of me?”

He lowered your hand from his face to his chest, covering it with both of his own. “I know. But it’s reassuring… knowing this is here.” He kissed your forehead. “Thank you for agreeing to it. And for all of this.”

Sliding your body close to his, you relished in the warmth radiating off his body. You kept your breathing even, hoping to pass your calm along to him.

Chiron shimmied between your legs, feeling left out. He tremored a whine.

“You’re right. Let’s get these festivities started.”

***

Chiron paced happily between Bucky setting up a small fort of blanket and pillows, and you creating a small island of snacks on the kitchen counter. Maybe if he sneaked around the back of the kitchen, you wouldn’t notice him trying to reach the bag of his favorite treats? No. You saw him coming and pushed everything further back from the edge of the counter. With a humph, he circled back to Bucky.

The failed reconnaissance should have been your first warning. Bucky’s laughter should have been your second.

When you brought the tray of warm drinks into the living room, you froze, suspicious.

Bucky was sitting on the floor cross-legged. He was nearly nose-to-nose with Chiron and laughing. “Really? She does that?” Chiron mumble-barked something else, making Bucky grin. They noticed you at the same time, tilting their heads in almost the exact same angle as they noticed your bemused squint.

“What are you two up to?”

“Oh, nothing.” Bucky rubbed and massaged Chiron’s neck until the dog’s tongue lolled out of his mouth. “He’s telling me you like to dance around in your underwear when you clean? But he’s color blind, so he doesn’t know what color your set is.”

With a gasp, you sat the tray down. “Traitor. Chiron, you’re informing on me?”

Did your dog just shrug at you? He certainly didn’t look reticent. Instead, he continued to grumble information to Bucky.

“Huh. Didn’t know you were a ACDC fan. He says you sing too loud. Sorry, buddy, can’t help you there. ACDC isn’t a band you can sing along with without doing it loudly.” He grinned at you. “I find out the most adorable things whenever I come over. Your little dog rants to me about the cute embarrassing stuff you do when you’re home alone and, honestly, I wake up every day for these chats.”

Rolling your eyes, you settled into your spot in the blanket fort. Chiron came over to lay his head in your lap. “Don’t come whining to me, little dog. I’m going to start locking you outside if you keep this up.”

Bucky translated Chiron’s big sad eyes and droopy ears. “But it gets cold out there.”

“Fine.” You held Chiron’s face in your hands, playfully circling his cheeks. “I can’t fend off the both of you. You’re too cute.”

You were both laughing at the exchange when Bucky flinched. A second later, you heard the pop and crackle of a distant firework. It was barely dark outside. The full moon was out already, shining bright. Apparently, your neighbors were getting an early start too.

Then you heard childish shrieks of delight.

Hurrying to your window, you wrenched back the curtain.

A gaggle of teenagers had taken over the fallow field next to your house. They had a wheelbarrow full of boxes spiky with the wooden rods to hold the fireworks steady. An older boy yanked one out and stabbed it into the ground. He lit it with a whoop, waving the other children away before it shot off into the sky. The boom rattled your windows.

“Bucky-“ You turned to find him ashen and shivering. He flinched again as another one went off, and again as you reached for him. “We should get you down into the Case. Just for a while. I’ll tell them to leave-“

“Too late.” He pressed the sides of his face, like he was trying to keep his head from ripping down the middle. Staggering, he blinked rapidly. You could already see the goldish glow seeping into his eyes. “Get out. Run. Anywhere. Just… don’t be here.”

“No.” Whistling, you brought Chiron to attention. “Guide!”

Barking in affirmation, Chiron took hold of Bucky’s shirt between his teeth. Half-dragging, half-guiding, Chiron made Bucky descend into the basement. You grabbed a bunch of blankets and a bottle of water before following. After dropping it all on the floor outside the Case, you swung the door open. Bucky scrambled inside. He attached the first cuff before you could argue.

“You don’t have to do that. Once I close us in, we won’t be able to hear any of it.”

“Us?” Bucky shivered with a cold sweat. His voice tremored. “No. Baby, the change- I’m not going to be able to hold it off.” He gritted his teeth against the shudder that ran up from his feet through his spine. “Get out. Lock me in.” He held up his hand toward the other cuff, but was unable to tighten it himself. The golden glow faded just long enough for him to beg you to leave him. “Go. Before I turn into the monster they made me.”

Behind you, Chiron growled and backed up the stairs.

But you held your ground. “You’re not a monster. They tried everything to turn you into a mindless weapon. But you are still James Buchanan Barnes. They tried to break you, tried to wipe every drop of humanity out of you. But you’re still here. And so am I. I’m not going anywhere.”

Bucky tried to plead again. His chest heaved with the effort of it. He wanted you outside the Case. Safe. But the farmhouse shook at the kids outside set off several fireworks at once. It sounded like a bomb had been dropped on your front doorstep.

“Chiron! Go scare them off!” You knew Chiron had over 150 human words in his vocabulary. The military training the two of you had gone through kept you bonded. He didn’t need that vocabulary of commands to know you were scared, and desperate. He launched up the stairs. You heard the flap of his door onto the front porch. As Bucky writhed in front of you, you could hear Chiron barking his lungs out to scare the kids away. The sounds grew fainter.

But not fast enough.

The Change had begun. Where Bucky was the hairiest on his body, his forearms and chest, the hair turned to fur. His cries turned to growls. They sounded less and less human with each heave of his breath. The metal of his replaced arm whirled and flexed, morphing the hand into a heavy hand tipped with titanium knives. His loudest shout came as his jaw popped and crackled. Where his human teeth pulled back into his gums, long, dangerous canines overtook his mouth. The serum Hydra had infected him with maintained his mostly human form. His hands could still hold a rifle, but his nails turned to claws. His face didn’t elongate like the movies, still capable of looking human till the last second before they released him on someone.

Before your eyes the man you loved morphed into the weapon Hydra created. It made your blood boil.

“Bucky? Bucky… listen to me.” For a split second, you regretted speaking. Bucky’s transformation paused as he froze, homing in on your voice. The golden glow that landed on your trembling body scanned you head to toe. Like he could see and hear the blood pumping in your veins. “James… you can fight this. You’ve fought it before. The Change doesn’t have to control you. It’s your lungs, your hands. Remember your humanity. You can remember.”

He looked up at his hand in the loose cuff. And pulled it free.

“James?” You braced yourself on the Case’s door. Why did you hesitate? You should have tied him down till he had control, like he wanted.

Curling a finger, he used a claw to cut through the leather on his other wrist. Without the other bindings in place, he was free to stalk towards you.

Your minute step back was a mistake. Then you heard Chiron yelp, followed by the crackling of a firework. You turned to call him back.

Bucky tackled you to your chest. He howled and clambered up the stairs. Chiron’s panicked clacking across your hardwood floor upstairs told you he was safe inside the house. But Bucky slammed the basement door shut, blocking off your field partner.

Those golden eyes found you again.

Maybe if you didn’t move, he would have time to fight the Change. Maybe if you didn’t breathe Bucky wouldn’t pounce.

Slowly, meticulously, he worked his way back down the steps. Not a single one creaked. If your basement had been a back alley and unlit, you would have never heard him coming. Was this what a rabbit felt like when it was hunted?

You swallowed around the dryness in your mouth.

Bucky latched onto that sound. His head tilted as he listened to your shallow breaths. Soon, he loomed over you. The blankets you dropped earlier padded your slow flight backwards across the floor. Calmly, he knelt and stretched his body over yours. His nose was cold where it traveled across your cheek and under your jaw. His tongue followed the path across your pulse point. He hummed at the taste of your fear. Rolling his hips, he ground his pelvis into the crux of your thighs. You fell back into the blankets. Bucky fell with you, caging you beneath him and the heavy bulge in his pants.

“Mine,” he hissed. He ghosted a kiss to the curve of your neck. Another firework thundered outside. It sounded like someone was pounding on the front door. Bucky nipped at your skin. “Mine,” he growled. His chest rumbled with the force.

“Yours,” you whispered back. Hands shaking and skin prickling with a cold sweat, you reached up to run your fingers through his hair. He leaned into your touch. “You just want to protect me, don’t you?”

He whined in the back of his throat. Nuzzling his face into the curve of your neck, he ground his body against yours.

“I’m here, James. All yours. Nothing is going to happen to us. I’m okay. We’re okay.”

Terrified as you were, your body reacted strongly to having the super soldier rutting his hips against your body. He did his best to keep his claws away from your skin. But his grip on the blankets on the sides of your head shredded the fabric. His mouth worked you over the most. The long reach of his canines made it nearly impossible to keep his lips closed. So he didn’t bother. Bucky placed open-mouthed kisses across your skin until the cold sweat warmed to a needy heat.

Your scent changed. And Bucky was delighted. His nose snuffled across as much skin as he could find. And when that wasn’t enough, he clawed through your clothes to get more of it. Delirious with your scent, he worked his way down your body to where your hips bucked. His claws weren’t fast enough. His teeth helped in shredding your sweatpants and underwear so he could take a deep whiff of your sex. The glow of his eyes turned molten.

Another firework popped overhead, muffled by the house. But Bucky didn’t notice. He had his target: you.

After one last rumbling “mine,” he flattened his tongue against your sex. His metal arm flashed across your stomach to pin you in place as you arched. The muscle of his tongue had been affected like the rest of him: stronger, dangerous. But you had a feeling he had been just as effective with his tongue before the serum. The knowledge he used to drag moans and whimpers from your lips wasn’t something that could be learned from a syringe. Bucky guided your thighs to rest on his shoulders. What did he care if you tightened around his head? He welcomed it. Your thighs quivering in his grasp inspired him to lap hungrily. To flick at your clit. To do everything in his power to make you scream his name.

Overtaken by the Change as he was, you could still feel him smile against your thigh as you dug your fingers into his hair.

You were so close. Any minute now, just a few more licks or clit flicks away, you were ready to fall apart. “Close. Please, Bucky. Please…”

But Bucky leaned back with a snicker.

“No, please, wait,” you whined. Leaning up on your elbows, you desperately tried to make your hazy vision clear. “Bucky?”

He crawled over you, staring you down into the blankets. As you trembled, he dragged his sharp teeth across your collarbone. His chest heaved. Something about your scent made him shudder. Panting, Bucky rested his teeth on the curve of your shoulder.

Was he going to bite you?

Instead, he howled. You’d been to distracted by his teeth to realize that his cock was freed, and ready. Startled, you yelped. Bucky rutted his cock through your slick, making his eyes flutter shut. He quickly wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing out another panicked sound from your lips. His hand flexed and tested what made you vocal. With each success, his hips thrust forward, coating his cock. He howled once more. And then he filled you.

Clawing at his back, you screamed. He didn’t stop or go slowly for you to adjust. He knew how ready you were. How desperate you’d been for release. Your fear had dulled the desire. But now he had filled you and was just as desperate to feel your walls clamping around his length as they had around his tongue. Bucky’s ragged panting puffed past your ear. Angling you up, he held you close, adjusting your position so he could go deeper.

Somehow an orgasm didn’t seem like a good idea. Once you came, and clenched down on him, would he stop, or keep going until you were an overstimulated mess? Not that you weren’t a mess already. That was obvious. And your pussy had no such fear. It lewdly gushed around his movements, desperate for the orgasm stolen from it earlier. Before you could fight it down, the tell-tale electrifying of your nerves traveled from your curled toes up to your mewling voice.

Bucky snarled in triumph. He kept moving, chasing how good your tight walls felt gripping his cock. His thundering into you increased, eking out more sounds from your mouth. Wary of his teeth, Bucky covered your mouth with his so he could taste those sounds.

You reached down as best you could. A lucky pass gave you enough room to grip the base of his cock. The extra ring there was swollen. If you wanted to survive the night, you couldn’t let him knot you. You doubted your ability to walk in the morning as it was. If he knotted you, it would be a month before you’d be able to escape the basement.

“Let me cum.”

“Bucky?”

The gold in his eyes flickered on and off like a glitch behind his drooping eyelids. As you twisted your wrist, Bucky moaned. His big blue eyes met yours. “I’ve… I’ve almost got it. I’m so close.” He grunted. “I think… if I cum, in or out of you, I’ll have it. I’ll be me. But you feel so good. So warm. Want to fill you.” His claws found concrete under the blankets. The scratch and clatter of pebbles matched the strain that pebbled sweat across his skin. “Need you, Baby. Need to… need –” His words failed as the Change took over.

You were close too. Heart fluttering, you let go of his cock. Bucky took control of your wrists, pinning them above your head. His golden eyes glazed over as he wondered at your form spread out for him like a feast. His knot bumped at the front of your sex, catching a few times before he slammed it home. Both of you shouted and shuddered with the sensation. Your vision whited out as you succumbed to release. And Bucky roared with his.

A few minutes of recovery later, Bucky smoothed a flesh thumb across your forehead. “You alright?”

You shivered. “So full.”

Bucky’s hips jolted with your confession. “You’re gonna be for a while.” He managed to snag the water bottle for both of you. After you drank, he took a sip. “I don’t hear any more fireworks.”

“Chiron probably scared them off.” With a hummed smile, you laughed. “He’s not going to be happy with you in the morning.”

He nodded. “I figured he’d hate my guts to locking you down here with me.”

“When he sees how happy I am with you rearranging my guts, I’ll explain that you’re still allowed to stay.”

“I am?” He looked at the floor. “I can still feel it. The Change. It’s waiting. I – I can’t promise that we’re done. You promise you’re okay?”

You smoothed a thumb across his cheek until he looked at you. “You said you were going to take care of me. Protect me. It’s okay, Buck. I’m here. I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

He carefully maneuvered you both to lay on your sides. It was an hour before the ring was small enough for you to slide off his cock. But the wolf in him flared up. He fucked you again from behind until you were attached to him again. And again from the side with your leg thrown over his hip. And another time with him above you. Every time he was able to fight off his other side, he checked in with you. You were delirious with the endorphins of so much sex. But you assured him, every time, that you were okay.

When the moon was finally replaced by the sun, he helped you up the stairs.

Chiron looked ready to tackle him, but you held him off with a raised hand.

“We’re okay.” You let him sniff your hand after Bucky laid you on the couch. When the super soldier came back with extra clothes for both of you, Chiron stood between you. You petted down his raised hackles, murmuring that you were okay. He didn’t seem convinced by the smile you gave him as you dressed, but he let Bucky bring you a cup of coffee and a glass of water.

They made eye contact.

“Heh.” Bucky sat across from you. “He knows you’re happy. But your screams were… a lot.”

“Hmm. Are you two still going to be friends?”

Chiron grumbled.

“He says yes. But I’m on thin ice.”

You choked back a laugh. “This isn’t a good time to tell him your alias is the Winter Soldier, right?”

With a huff, Chiron laid on the ground in front of the couch. His breathing was even, and his eyes closed. But his ears twitched with following even the slightest of Bucky’s movements. He shivered as Bucky rose.

“I should go check the field. Make sure there’s nothing smoldering out there.” After giving your defender another nod, Bucky walked out the front door.

Chiron immediately sat up and placed his chin on your stomach. A sad whine called from the back of his throat.

“I’m sorry we scared you, bud.” You ruffled your hand in the fur between his ears. “But I’m alright.” Looking at the ceiling, you smiled. “I’m more than alright. I’m strongly thinking about having him over every month.”

The giant black form of fur growled hard enough that his teeth showed.

“If I let you have as many treats as you like the day of, would that convince you to let him stay over?”

For being a dog, Chiron dropped his eyes to the floor like a child considering disobedience. His ears pricked up, telling you Bucky was headed back to the porch before you heard his steps. Chiron bumped your hip with his nose. His dark eyes glittered. Happily barking, he circled the room before going into the kitchen. You followed him… and placed the bag of treats on the ground where he could reach them.

You chuckled as he happily munched away at the first few treats. Bucky joined you, tilting his head in a doggish way. He hummed.

Chiron looked up and barked.

“You were never really mad at me, were you?”

You didn’t know dogs could laugh, but Chiron down-right chuckled around his snack.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “We’ve been had. Let me guess, you promised him all the treats he could eat if he lets me fuck you?”

“Pretty much.”

“Hmm.” He sucked his teeth. “Don’t give yourself a stomachache there, fluffy.” Wrapping his arms around your waist, he tested Chiron’s promise by giving your shoulder a small kiss. And then a tiny nibble. When your partner didn’t react, he kissed his way up the back of your hairline to your forehead. “Okay. How about a shower?”

You leaned back to stare him down. “Do you mean an actual shower… or an invitation to actions that are going to bankrupt me in dog treats?”

“I do mean a real shower. And maybe a nap? It’s not like we got a whole lot of sleep last night.”

“Alright. You using the guest shower or mine?”

His only reply was a smile before he lifted you into his arms and carried you up to your bedroom.

***

Master List

Marvel Masterlist

Other Supernatural Heros:

S = Smut A = Angst F = Fluff

Feel What You Feel (S) - Bucky x Reader, body switching

Caught in Moonlight (S) Werewolf!Bucky x Reader drabble

A Little Glass Vial (S) - Bucky x Reader, Sex Pollen drabble

Life Bite (S) - Loki x Vampire!Reader

Dream Control (A, F, Challenge Fic, Demon/Angel AU) - Loki x Reader

Remembering the Forgotten (A, S) - SeaGod!Loki, Archaeologist!Reader

To Love the Night (S) - Vampire!Steve x Reader

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #werewolf!bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #avengers x reader #reader insert #marvel fanficiton #werewolf au

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velarisdusk · 5 months ago

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Strings of Devotion

Day 21: Pet play | Eris x Reader word count: 1.3k author's note: be warned there is a dog crate, idc, if youre gonna be eris’s pet you’re gonna go all the way, be glad i didn't write in food and water bowls like i originally planned ✦ . Kinktober Masterlist . ✦

The air in the Forest House was thick with warmth, the fire in the hearth crackling and casting flickering shadows across Eris Vanserra’s private chamber. The Heir of Autumn lounged in his chair, legs spread in a posture that was both relaxed and commanding. His auburn hair, typically bound in a tight knot, was loose tonight, falling over his shoulders like molten copper. He watched you with those sharp amber eyes, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

You knelt before him on the thick, fur-lined rug, its plushness cushioning your bare skin. The weight of the leather collar around your neck was a reminder of your role tonight — a role you embraced fully, a game that stirred something primal and thrilling within you both. Eris held the chain leash in his hand, twisting it idly between his fingers, the metal links glinting in the firelight as if they were enchanted, testing your patience.

“Look at you," he murmured, voice like molten honey. "So obedient, so eager to please. My pretty little pet." He gave the leash a light tug, not to move you, but as a reminder of who held your reigns. "Tell me — does it make you feel good, wearing my collar?”

You nodded, pulse quickening at his words. But when you opened your mouth to respond, Eris’s raised brow stopped you short. Instead, a soft whine escaped your throat, the sound filled with longing and desire. Words weren’t necessary — puppies didn’t speak, after all.

“That’s right,” he purred, his smile widening as he watched you. “Good puppies know how to listen. They don’t need words to show how much they want to be good.”

Heat spread through your body, arousal mixing with the thrill of submission as you sat back on your heels, waiting. Eris leaned forward, his fingers tracing the line of the collar before brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck. His touch was light, teasing, but it made you shiver with need.

“Show me how well you’ve learned," Eris said, his voice soft but brimming with authority. He tugged on the leash again, pulling you closer to him. "Get on the bed.”

You rose to your feet, the thick rug muffling your steps as you moved to the bed, heart pounding with anticipation. The way Eris controlled every breath, every move you made, left you aching for more. You climbed onto the bed, the cool sheets brushing against your heated skin, positioning yourself on your knees at the edge, your eyes fixed on him, waiting for the next command.

Eris stood, his movement as fluid as the fire that seemed to dance for him. He approached the bed, leash still held tightly in his hand, and you felt his gaze on you as if it were a caress. He stopped beside you, his hand cupping your jaw, tilting your head just enough to meet his eyes.

"Look at me," he ordered, voice soft but heavy with power. You obeyed immediately, your breath catching as his thumb brushed across your bottom lip, a promise of pleasure yet to come. "So pretty, so well-behaved.”

His fingers traced the edge of the collar, the heat of his touch contrasting with the coolness of the leather. "Do you feel it?" he whispered, leaning down until his lips hovered just above yours. "How this binds you to me? How it reminds you who you belong to?”

A needy whimper left your lips, your body leaning toward him, seeking more of his touch. But you held back, knowing better than to take what hadn’t been offered.

“Good girl," he praised, and your heart raced at the words. He straightened and tugged gently on the leash, guiding you to turn and position yourself on all fours. Your back arched, your body on display the way he liked best, offered for his pleasure.

“Such a pretty little pup,” he murmured, his fingers trailing down your spine, his touch deliberate, possessive. His other hand tightened slightly on the leash, keeping the tension held just so, enough to remind you of the power he held over you.

“So eager," he continued, voice dark and edged with amusement. "Do you know how beautiful you look right now? On display like this, waiting so patiently for me to take you?”

A soft whimper was all you could manage, your body trembling beneath his touch as his fingers drifted lower, teasing but now giving you what you craved. The ache between your thighs grew sharper, the anticipation building as Eris kept you on the edge, refusing to give in too easily. He loved making you wait, loved the way your body responded to his control.

Eris chuckled, the sound rich and indulgent. "Patience," he said, his fingers brushing close, so close, but still denying you what you longed for. "Good pets know how to wait for their master’s pleasure, don’t they?”

Another whine escaped you, your hips shifting as you tried — and failed — to press closer to his hand. He pulled the leash, keeping you exactly where he wanted you, a soft growl escaping his throat.

“Shh," he murmured, leaning down, his lips grazing your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "You’ll get what you need when I decide you’ve earned it.”

He paused, his eyes flicking to a large, ornate crate that sat in the corner of the room, its door slightly ajar. “I think my little pup needs a reminder of her place,” he mused, a dark glint in his gaze. He tugged on the leash, guiding you off the bed. “Go on, go to your crate.”

Your heart pounded as you obeyed, head bowed low as you crawled across the thick rug toward the crate, the weight of his gaze on you making every movement feel sensual. When you reached it, you glanced back at him, waiting for his command.

“In,” Eris ordered, his voice soft but unyielding as he removed the leash from your collar.

You shuffled inside, the confinement enveloping you, the bars cold against your skin. Eris knelt down, his fingers brushing over your cheek, a smile playing at his lips. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Puppies need a proper place to think about what they’ve done, don’t they?”

He closed the crate door, the click of the latch echoing through the room, a reminder of just how completely you belonged to him. He stood, the leash still in his hands. “Now, stay there until I call for you.”

You whimpered softly, the mix of arousal and submission almost overwhelming as you settled into the crate, your eyes never leaving him. Eris watched you for a moment longer, his smile widening as he turned away, the firelight casting his shadow across the room.

“You’ll get what you need soon enough, pup,” he said, his voice filled with promise. “But only if you’re very, very good.”

You swallowed hard, the tension in your body almost unbearable now, every muscle tight with need. When Eris finally returned to you, his hand moved between your legs through the bars of the crate, fingers sliding over the wetness there, and a sharp gasp tore from your lips at the overwhelming sensation.

“There," Eris whispered, his voice low and pleased as his fingers moved with slow precision. "That’s what you wanted, isn’t it, pup? My touch, my control?”

A soft bark escaped your lips, a wordless plea, and Eris rewarded you with a dark, satisfied chuckle. "Good girl.”

And then, finally, he gave you exactly what you needed.

You felt the shift in him, the leash pulled taut, and the weight of his dominance settled over you like a comforting shroud. Every inch of your being was his to command, every breath, every whimper, every shiver of pleasure. You were his pet, his to pleasure, his to control — and it was perfect.

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ohthewh0rror · 1 year ago

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I’VE DUG TWO GRAVES FOR US, MY DEAR.

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚ prompt — “Can I request Tom riddle x (fem!) reader angst? Basically, they have been trying for a long time to have children, but haven’t succeeded. So, to have an heir, Tom gets Bellatrix pregnant and obviously hasn’t told reader. Reader finds out shes pregnant and goes to tell Tom and show him the pregnancy test, but right outside his study she hears him ask Bellatrix „how is my heir doing? Is my child healthy?“ and reader drops the test in front of his study, where Tom finds it later, and leaves.”

Part 2

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Word count: 3.6K

A/N: “but baaaabe, she doesn’t even mean anything to me” and for him he MEANS it, that’s the worst part. Oh god I’m going to be sick. I headcanon him as loyal and now he’s out here embarrassing me. Anyway, thank you to my best friend Madie for helping me choose the right ending for this and for proof-reading for me. To the requester: I didn’t take the suicide route bc that’s a very sensitive topic that I have personal ties to. But yeah, if anyone wants it I’m 100% down to write a part 2 to this.🖤🖤

You felt wrong.

Well, not exactly you, just something felt wrong. You felt on edge, tense, like you were just waiting for the galleon to drop. There was no explanation for the way you were feeling, at least not one you could think of. But you couldn’t help but feel on edge, your mind racing as you resisted the urge to continuously look over your shoulder throughout the day.

You had hoped that the feeling would be gone by the end of the day, but as you sat with Tom having dinner the feeling was still there. You wanted to hide it from him, but you just knew he could see the slight shake of your hand as you poked mindlessly with your fork at the food in front of you. Though, either out of courtesy to you or him just not wanting to deal with it at the moment, he didn’t ask.

No, it wouldn’t be until the two of you had gotten into bed for the night that he would.

As you settled into bed, you felt Tom’s arm wrap around your waist, pulling you close. While you would normally welcome this, as it was rare that Tom would hold you in such a way, the unusual action added to your sense of unease. You felt his lips press a kiss just behind your ear before he asked, “there’s something bothering you, what is it?”

You didn’t know how to tell him, or if you even wanted to tell him. You didn’t want Tom to think negatively of you, to think you were officially losing it, but a part of you knew Tom wasn’t going to drop it. What Tom wanted, Tom got, one way or another. So, reluctantly, you told him.

“I’m not sure, I just don’t feel right, not in a sick way but—,” you paused, mentally kicking yourself for admitting it out loud, “I feel as if something bad is about to happen, something very bad.” Tom said nothing, but you could feel his hold on you tighten just a fraction. There was a few seconds of silence before Tom finally spoke again, “I see, I’m sure you are alright, you probably just need to rest.”

You know this was his way of comforting you, but it did nothing to help how you felt. You tried taking his words to heart though, and forced yourself to relax, attempting to get some sleep.

6:23 am.

You stared at the ticking hands of the clock on the wall, watching them dutifully count the time, hoping the dullness of it all would help you fall back asleep. It did nothing to help you, though, and instead just aided in helping your mind wander. You went through every possibility, until you were left with two options.

Tom was up to something… or you were pregnant. You didn’t want to think of the first option, it was a thought that left you upset even considering, but he had been distant for the past 4 months. He did not treat you any different, but he seemed… distracted. Where he once did not mind if you opened his letters for him, he now tightly guarded them. You tried asking him why, but he said it was to protect you if things went bad. He attempted to explain your worries away, saying he did not want you implicated in anything he was up to.

Not to mention he was out the house more— Death Eater business, he tells you. Always that. It almost made you angry how much time he spent working towards his grand scheme when all you wanted was just some of his time. At first you tried to push back on it, but soon realized it did nothing to sway him. Tom did what he wanted, regardless of the feelings of others.

Despite all this you refuse to accept Tom may be up to something behind your back. He was your husband, and he loved you, even if he did not express it often. So that left you with one conclusion: you’re pregnant.

It was a possibility that had been hanging in the back of your mind, but not one you wanted to genuinely entertain. After years of trying and it being false alarms have left you with nothing but negative feelings towards the process of finding out. You did not want to get your hopes up once again, as each negative was becoming more and more unbearable.

You couldn’t just rule it out without taking a test though, so you had no choice but to do so. Not wanting to go to a healer and have them check on you magically, you decided to instead go about it the muggle way. You had heard during your younger years, while at Hogwarts, that muggle women had measures of finding out on their own in the comfort of their own bathroom. So that’s what you set off to do, after getting dressed of course.

Entering muggle London, it was hard not to stick out. While you tried to dress as casual as you possibly could, you knew there was still something off about how you dressed. No one seemed to mind though, letting you walk through the busy streets without much more than a double take. It didn’t take long for you to find what looked like a small store, you hoped to Merlin that they had what you needed.

As you walked around the small shop, you realized what you were doing was beyond ridiculous. You were truly out of your league as you browsed the aisles looking for what you needed. You were beginning to get frustrated when you heard a feminine voice from the left, “excuse me, miss, can I help you find something?”

You paused, stopping midstep, turning your head to look at who was speaking to you.

The girl, who couldn’t have been any older than 19, seemed to be a shop attendant. She had on what you could only guess was typical muggle attire, and a vest with the name of the shop on it. You nodded, “yes, I need the test that will tell me if I’m pregnant or not.”

The shop girl gave you a look, and you began to worry more that you were sticking out far too much. “You mean a pregnancy test?” She asked. “Yes, that,” you replied, hoping she would just show you where it was and stop talking to you. Thankfully she seemed to have read your mind, gesturing you to follow her. She took you to the aisle furthest back in the store, pointing out the shelf that was filled with a dozen different options. You thanked her, and she left you alone with all the different tests.

Looking over them all you picked the one you thought would be best, but as you held the test you had a revelation, ‘I have no muggle money’. You froze, now weighing your options. You could leave and convert the money, coming back at a later time, or you could just…take it. Leaving was the morally correct choice, but just taking it was the more tempting one as it would save you the trouble of explaining to Tom why you needed muggle money if word got back to him.

So, looking around and making sure no eyes were on you, you silently cast a spell, hiding the box from any prying eyes. As you walked out the store you couldn’t believe what you had done. Stealing? From a muggle establishment? How scandalous! As you walked down the street you shook your head, banishing the thought from your mind. You didn’t have time to worry about the ethics of stealing from muggles. You needed to know if you were pregnant.

Thankfully, it was a little easier to find a place to use the restroom. You sat on the toilet, reading the box, and the instructions seemed easy enough. You followed them exactly before capping the test, holding it in a way where the results faced away from you. You didn’t want to see the results, too scared of it being negative once again. After what you considered an appropriate amount of time, you flipped the test over.

Positive.

‘It’s wrong, it has to be,’ you thought to yourself as you eyed the muggle pregnancy test. The test was wrong, it’s a defective muggle device. You’d make an appointment with the healer as soon as possible until you could confirm it for sure and you’d keep it a secret from Tom until then. You didn’t want to tell him, only for it to be a false positive and get his hopes up fruitlessly.

So, you wrapped the test tightly and tossed it in the bin. Washing your hands, you made your way out of the muggle establishment, and to an empty corner before apparating to the edge of yours and Tom’s property. You stood there for a moment, taking in the site of your shared home, wishing you had some calming draught on hand.

You knew as soon as Tom saw you he’d know something was wrong. Tom had always said you weren’t a very good liar, and you knew with the state you were in right now that if he tried to pry your secret would come tumbling out before you had the chance to stop it.

You couldn’t stand out here all day though, the November air was more than chilly, and you were going to freeze if you didn’t go in soon. You took a steadying breath and walked forward with your head held high, taking your time to get to the doors, attempting to look casual. You were halfway up the set of stone stairs leading up to the front doors, when they began to open. For a split second you felt yourself panic on the inside, thinking maybe it was Tom who came to greet you, until your house elf Poppy came into view.

“Welcome back, madam,” the little elf said, ushering you in.

“Hello, Poppy,” you said. You had never been happier to see a house elf in your life. As Poppy shut the doors behind you, and she ushered you to the dining room, she informed you that Tom had already left for the day, leaving you to have breakfast alone. Normally that would have left you disappointed, you and Tom made sure to always eat breakfast and dinner together, and this would be the first time in a long time that you ate alone. But, after the morning you had, you relished in the absence of conversation.

“Poppy, please make an appointment for me with a healer,” you asked, sitting down at the dining table. Poppy nodded wordlessly before leaving you to go make the appointment.

It was a week later that you found yourself sitting in a sterile room, awaiting the results. You wanted so desperately for it to be true. You’d never recover if you found out the test had lied. Tom still didn’t know about the possibility of your pregnancy, but then again, it wasn’t hard to hide it from him with how busy he’d been this past week. And seeing as your mind was preoccupied, you hadn’t pushed on what had him so busy.

Just as your mind began to drift from boy names, to more feminine names, the door to your right clicked open. The healer gave you a bright smile, greeting you. The forced politeness left a bad taste in your mouth as you just wished for the results so you could get home. You gave a tight-lipped smile back, and a similar greeting. The healer stopped in front of you, flipping one of the papers up, quickly reading its contents before looking at you once again.

“Well, Mrs. Riddle, it seems you certainly are pregnant!” He congratulates you, before explaining how far along you seem to be and that he needs you back in a month. You’re still in a daze when he hands you the paperwork, telling you your diagnosis and other information regarding your pregnancy. It feels too good to be true, and you’re not sure if you should laugh, cry, or do both as you leave the office.

You’re pregnant. You’re actually pregnant. You walk down a secluded alley, casting the muffliato charm as you buried your head in your hard, a soft cry erupting from you. You both had tried so hard for so long and it’s finally happening, you are finally having the child you both wanted. You let yourself cry from the overwhelming feeling of happiness for a moment longer before collecting yourself. You needed to tell Tom, you knew this was just the news he needed.

Tom was working from home today, something you had never been so happy about before today. It made the process of talking to him much easier than if he left to Merlin-knows-where to do what he needed. But, as you walked up those stairs to the hallway that his office was down you felt your heart plummet.

Tom was here, but so was another woman.

You quieted your steps, hoping to figure out who the woman was and what they were talking about. It was difficult as the door was mostly shut and they were talking in hushed tones. But, as you stepped off the stairs and into the hallway you recognized the voice of the woman immediately.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

A woman that you held more than just disdain for. She is the only female Death Eater Tom has recruited, and not only that, she was his second in command. While Tom didn’t see any of his Death Eaters as true equals, even you knew he seemed to favor her over the rest of them. Bellatrix seemed to revel in this fact, and despite being married herself, her loyalty seemed to lay more with your husband than her own. She did whatever Tom asked, no matter what it may be, without even a hint of resistance. You truly believe if Tom asked her to kill herself, she would do it without hesitation.

As you walked closer to the door they seemed to have stopped talking, but before you could knock and let yourself be known, you heard something that knocked the breath out of your lungs.

“You had a check-up last week, did you not? How is my heir?” Tom sounded casual, as if he was asking Bellatrix about the weather. His heir? His heir? Your mind was sent reeling as you began to hyperventilate. You quietly backed away from the door, walking as silently but also as quickly as you could away. But, as you turned to leave you nearly tripped over your own two feet, the papers you were holding falling to the ground. In your distress you left them, not being bothered to pick them up, as you caught yourself and hurried down the hallway intent on putting space between yourself and the cracked office door.

You found yourself in a guest room on the other side of the house, away from Tom and Bellatrix, away from the source of your heartbreak. You sit on the edge of the bed, and cast the muffliato charm for the second time today. After you cast the spell, you finally let yourself feel completely. Your heart shatters into tiny crystallized bits, the shards of it dig into every crevice of your sternum, leaving you clutching at your chest as it pierces your lungs and esophagus. Your chest and throat have an indescribable ache as a piercing wail leaves you, the pain of his betrayal leaving you feeling something beyond devastation.

The knowledge that he cheated on you was painful enough, but the fact that it was Bellatrix made it all the more painful. He knew how you felt toward their dynamic and his trust in her. It was as if he chose her on purpose, to tell her that Bellatrix is a more suitable partner for him.

How Bellatrix was everything she wasn’t: unwaveringly devoted to him, believed in his pureblood ideology, and stood by him on it. Bellatrix could also give him children, and she couldn’t.

Or so he thought. He didn’t know she was pregnant yet. Maybe that was for the best, you considered, as you sat in that empty room, fingers wringing together painfully as you tried to calm yourself. As you attempted to gather yourself, knocking on the door began to reverberate throughout the room, causing a panic inside you. You cleared your throat, and took in a breath, hoping to gather yourself before addressing who was on the other side. Lifting your wand you released the muffling charm, “come in.”

Your voice still wobbled as the words left you, leaving you mentally kicking yourself. The door opened, revealing Tom, on the other side. As he took in the sight of you, sniffling and teary-eyed, he walked in completely, softly shutting the door behind him. Looking at him sent a surge of anguish through you, a new wave of tears gathering in your eyes. The vision of Tom doubled as your lips began to wobble as you held back your tears. You were unable to see the look on Tom’s face as you looked away, trying to calm yourself once again, so you weren’t quite sure what he was thinking.

Getting on one knee before you, Tom placed his left hand on your knee as his right reached up, wiping at your tear streaked face. You let out a shuddering breath, finally looking at him. Tom’s face was the most expressive you’d ever seen it, if you hadn’t been in such a miserable state you would have taken a moment to admire it.

There was a look of genuine worry on his face as the both of you looked at each other. The silence was suffocating, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be the one to break it. There was nothing you wanted to say to him, you could hardly bear to look at him, much less talk to him.

“Why are you upset, darling? This is wonderful news” Tom sounded sympathetic in his attempt to comfort you. You let out a laugh in disbelief, you could not believe the words coming out of his mouth. “Wonderful news? In what world is this ‘wonderful news’?” You were close to yelling by the time you finished talking, feeling your sadness morph into something far uglier: anger. Tom at least had the decency to look taken aback, seeming to not expect the response he received.

Tom’s eyes searched yours for a moment before his expression became guarded, he gave your hand a squeeze before standing up, “it seems we are talking about two different things.”

You said nothing, there was nothing you could say that he hadn’t just deduced for himself, and it seemed he knew that too as he continued speaking.

“Y/N, you have to understand, I needed to ensure I had an heir and we hadn’t been successful in getting you pregnant,” Tom tried to explain. You’re sure in his head that this was logical, just the rational choice to get around your fertility issues. But to you, this was anything but the best next step. There was no reasoning good enough to make this okay; it will never be okay. This is a wound that may scar over, but will always ache when brushed against.

“You had an affair with a woman who I already voiced my concern about, without even consulting me on your decision, and expect me to understand?” You asked, incredulously. Tom, though looking mildly annoyed, still had the decency to also seem a touch guilty. “I didn’t step out of our marriage for pleasure or some sort of validation, you've always been the only one for me, it was merely to—” you decide to cut him off. “Produce an heir,” was all you said, finishing his sentence for him.

A heavy silence hung in the air, what you said leaving a palpable bitterness in the air. Tom still had the same touch of guilt in his eyes, but it wasn't enough. The guilt wasn’t strong enough to let him take full accountability for how wrong he was. Tom reached out, his hands cupping the back of your neck as his thumbs grazed your jawline, forcing you to look at him.

“It will be okay, I made a mistake by not telling you my plans, I apologize,” Tom may have sounded sincere, but it wasn’t good enough. Nothing will ever make up for what he has done to not only your relationship, but also to your trust in him. You reached up, and gently removed his hands from your face before standing up yourself, forcing him to take a few steps back.

“No, it’s not going to be okay; it will never be ‘okay’. You didn’t just make a mistake, you ruined our marriage, and for that, Tom, I hate you.”

And you left.

Leaving your husband to stand in that spare room, alone, with only his thoughts to keep him company.

#tom riddle #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x you #if this flops I’ll cry

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year ago

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Sooo uh is it too early to ask for nsfw hcs of carnis?

(I think enough time has passed... Mainly because I've finally got enough written)

Carnis - Yan Lab Experiment NSFW Hcs

• As mentioned in previous posts, Carnis has yet to experience a lot in the human world - sexual urges being yet another. As their bond with Reader grows that starts to change. Their body feels.. strange when their caretaker does certain things. Calls them cute pet names, strokes their ears or face - even just a smile gets their stomach twisted into knots and tension between their legs. It feels good to touch that area, but so wrong to them at the same time. They've always been told their body is just a tool for others - they shouldn't get to feel this way, especially when all they can think about is Reader's hands in place of theirs. It's dirty - wrong, but it feels so good.

They start to wonder if Reader has these same desire. The thought of helping them through it makes them happy.

• Carnis priorities your satisfaction over all, and more importantly theirs. They feel as though they aren't worth the effort and sees your pleasure as their own. With how inexperienced they are, you'll have to teach them a thing or two, but Carnis is willing to do whatever they can to make you happy. Their preferred method is laying back in bed and allowing you to ride their tongue/cock to your heart's content. They like if you use their mouth more since they wouldn't be able to last long inside you and feels guilty if they finish before you.

• Huge oral fixation + very touchy/clingy, but afraid to do both. Wants to touch and lick all over you, but restrains themselves unless given the command. Could spend hours with their head between your legs and still want for longer. If you give them permission to touch you, Carnis' hands will not leave your body. Gropes at your chest, thighs, and whatever you'll allow. Develops a habit of doing this in their sleep which they'll be none the wiser to unless mentioned. You'll know when they're about to cum when they lock fingers with yours or push through their anxiousness to kiss you without asking first.

This fixation works in reverse as well. Despite their years of testing, Carnis' body is very sensitive to certain touches. Kissing on their neck, chest or thighs makes them putty in your hands. Their nipples are especially tender and gripping their horns while they're going down on you will make them see stars. Liked being bitten whether it's enough to draw blood or just a little love bite. Avoids looking in mirrors if you leave hickies because the sight alone gets them aroused.

• Becomes increasingly vocal as they get more comfortable in bed. At first it's tiny whimpers and pants for more, but as they get used to things and you they can't keep their mouth shut. Begs to be touched more, for you to never leave them. Declares their love for you until their voice is raw. If your walls are thin might be best to invest in some sound proofing if you don't want noise complaints from neighbors.

• Sucker for praise and affection. Just wants to be your good boy/pet and to know you really mean it when you say it. Head pats, cutesy pet names, maybe a pretty collar or outfit if you're feeling generous. Carnis would wear anything you threw at them if you said they looked absolutely adorable in it.

• Another way Carnis gets over their aversion to self pleasure is by cumming in the meals they make for you. Long as it can benefit you, Carnis push through most things even the self hatred and guilt of watching you undress or sniffing your clothes and touching themselves because of it. If you mention the food being good, it'll clear them of all negative thoughts towards masturbating and lead to more dishes made with the same special ingredient. Cums on your pillows or clothes as a way to mark you as theirs, but only when they're about to wash them afterwards.

• If you have a dildo/fleshlight they will throw it out unless you use it on them. They're the only toy you need.

• Always looking for new things to try online. Drags you over to the computer to get your approval before buying a new collar or to show you a new position they'd like to try. Missionary is their favorite because they like seeing your face, but they're always open to try other things for you.

• Cuddling/Aftercare is a must. Carnis enjoys a nice bath and snuggling into bed with you, but just laying in your arms straight after is fine with them too. Run your fingers through their hair or just speak softly to them and they'll be out like a light. Thanks you for staying with them and allowing them to love you every minute before they fall asleep. Hugs you tighter if you so much as breath differently and will not let go until they wake up.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere insert #yandere blurb #Carnis my oc #yandere teratophilia #yandere smut #tw yandere #yandere hybrid

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❥between two breaths (m) | 𝟙𝟝

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↳ 'A picture is worth a thousand words,' as the age old adage goes, but you are soon to find out that the narrative spun around them can be worth so much more.

kim sunwoo x fem!reader (side lee juyeon x reader) — idol!sunwoo, fan/trainee!reader. forced proximity, forbidden love, friends to lovers, angst, slow burn, idolverse-typical themes regarding; dating, image, public perception, etc. happy ending, plot-heavy!! reader thinks she's nonchalant about it but she rly isn't. smut. [8,7k wc ongoing] cws: heavy themes of wanting-but-can't-having, mild jealousy, explicit sexual content, a little alcohol consumption, dancing on the edge of career suicide, poor decision making because of The Wanting.

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Leaning his face closer to yours, Eric squints devilishly at you and says, "Be nice to me, or I won't scout the way myself to sneak you in."

The following days speed by in a blur; comeback practice, setlist practice, multiple meetings and pre-comeback appearances meant to create interest for what is soon to come commandeer the majority of your time, and it is only once you land in Germany that you realize just how little you have been able to afford for yourself.

There is a wash of relief there when the foreign air hits your skin and the unfamiliarity of a place you have never been before begins to sink in. Of course, MVNE have things they must do here beyond a handful of songs they are set to perform tonight, but photoshoots and social media are nothing compared to the demanding schedule that still awaits you back home.

You've still not spoken to Sunwoo in weeks.

He has been away for the majority of the time, and did not fly with the rest of you. Sunwoo, you find out through overhearing discussions amongst managers, will come in a few hours in the future. Straight to the stage for rehearsals, and then a meager wait following that until it is time to perform for those awaiting him.

One positive thing about it all is that Juyeon has kept his word.

Interactions with him are brief and professional, given the fact that you are in public and there are curious eyes all around. The fans like the two of you together in certain ways—as far as performance and aesthetic are concerned—but both of you know it best to not test the limits of where your friendliness might land you.

You steal glances as he stands near to you, careful not to draw attention to yourself. He is handsome and kind; forthcoming with his thoughts and feelings, incredibly intelligent and well-read on top of it all. For a moment you wonder to yourself, why not him, and then suppose that it really is as intangible and cosmic as what he had said to you only a week or so back.

Your heart just isn't in it. What else can be said for that?

Mid-day rolls around and rehearsals come and go. The sound leaves a lot to be desired with numerous hiccups and discussions following in tow. MVNE will perform four songs, which is plenty given the way your body feels weary on account of the travel and jet lag. A couple of the girls push for one more, but you stay silent in the conversations. Really, your mind is heavier than your body could ever be. Hours have passed, the rehearsal following yours is for The Boyz, and you know who is standing by backstage awaiting their time to shine.

Your feet hurt by the time your time slot is finished—numerous runs done over and over again until finally everyone has got it right. The girls all hurry backstage to enjoy the small amount of time they have until fans start shuffling into their places and the arena lights shine for you and so many others to be seen. At the very least, the green rooms are catered well and there is a whole plethora of food awaiting you.

Once down the stairs and behind the scenes of the glamour, bodies dart around and zoom past you, all with time-sensitive tasks of their own that must be attended to. Black blurs that you cannot make out the faces of before it is too late and they have disappeared off into the distance. People are shouting and static is buzzing from sound systems and communication devices. It's stressful making sure that everything happens precisely the way it is meant to; the air brimming with electricity that can be felt right down to your bones.

You look up and to your left, your eyes catch Kevin's briefly and your heart leaps up into your throat. The understanding that they had been waiting back here is something that logically, you had made peace with, but emotionally? Evidently less so.

Yet you can't look away.

Your attention spans down the line with momentum so fast that it makes your head spin. Chanhee and Haknyeon are standing just behind, though their eyes are set to the ground in anticipation of what's to come. Mimicking them, you also look to the floor, not wanting to accidentally trip on something that may be troublesomely in front of you. Then, your eyes snap back up and as if constructed by fate itself; you find Sunwoo.

He looks at you as if he can feel the fact that your gaze sits heavy on his form. It's so dark and so busy that you only have a second or two to truly get a look at him, but you don't require much to recognize that he has seen better days and wears the fact tiredly upon him.

Those eyes light up for what seems like the first time in a long time.

But you snap away from him and are quickly ushered down the hall towards elsewhere entirely. The girls all make their way inside of the green room, a few of them wasting no time looking over the bountiful display of snacks and drinks that have been waiting there for the taking. Rather than following suit, or sitting to rest your tired feet, you halt just past the doorway and remain lost in a split-second moment that has hardly even happened, at all.

The look on his face, and the obvious desperation seen behind eyes that have no hope of being able to convey the depth of whatever it they feel as though they need to.

"Hey," a familiar voice calls to you, enough to snap you back to the present. Woori nudges you with her shoulder from just beside you and lowers her voice a little bit more to avoid being overheard. "You okay?"

"What? Yeah, of course." What else are you meant to say beyond the thing that you know she wants to hear. "Just tired, jet lagged… You know how it goes."

"First time overseas for an event, it's not easy, I'll tell you that much," she agrees. "I don't know how groups do it, back and forth all the time, but I guess all we can hope for is that eventually, that'll be us, too." There's no response you have to give to her words with your mind still left back in the hallways. Woori notices it—perceptive as she is—and lowering her voice to a whisper she says, "Are you sure you're okay? You know… with everything going on?"

You grant her your attention, and though you have no doubt that your feelings lie fully displayed upon your features, you don't have the fight left in you to attempt to correct it, either.

"It's fine." That's the best you can do. "It's all going to be fine."

From just behind where the both of you stand, a knock raps at the door and shortly thereafter it swings open to reveal a couple of familiar faces that you were not at all anticipating seeing.

There stands Rimi, dressed in white and pastel pinks. Beside her is another girl that you know, though not as familiarly as Rimi, herself. Her name is Kokoro; never not seen with bleached blonde hair and a wild aesthetic of animal prints and vast accessories.

They both enter and immediately wrap you in affection, with strong hugs and kisses pecked to the sides and top of your head. Just what you need, right about now.

"How did you guys get back here?" you ask, still basking in the love that they're showing you. "Don't tell me you've started down the dark path of sneaking into places you know you're not supposed to be."

Rimi's hands set at her hips, a comical display of displeasure at your words and she says, "Please! We would never! But more than that, we don't need to!"

Kokoro raises a hand. "My family knows one of the directors of this production, so we have just about as much free reign of this place as you do."

"Shall we step outside to chat?" Rimi suggests, "We wouldn't want to bother the other girls during their resting time, only you."

Little does she know, their presence is precisely the sort of pick-me-up that you need. Following them out, Kokoro says something about a vending machine with a very particular cold coffee that she wants, and the three of you head down towards her intended prize. It is a less frequently traveled spot by talent and staff alike; no time for anyone to hang around and enjoy the luxury of a beverage in the hours leading up to the show. For the first time in a long time, you feel the tension dissipate from your form. Comforted by the quell of madness.

"We can speak comfortably around Kokoro," Rimi says suddenly, words that feel a little out of place and do more harm than good when it comes to the stress that you're hoping to leave behind. "She already knows everything that goes on everywhere, nothing you could tell her would be news to this one."

You look the girl over. Times spent together in the past have been little more than holding spots in line and journeys for soju and barbeque after an event. However, your trust held in Rimi is unwavering, and if she is willing to vouch, then you allow yourself to accept the fact.

"My family is very well connected," Kokoro says. "I wouldn't be able to escape it if I tried."

The smile you give her is slight and half-hearted, but you don't have it in you to offer much more beyond that.

"That said! How are you? How have things been? It hasn't been long since we last spoke but a lot has happened!" With wide eyes and a dramatic display of disbelief, Rimi shakes her head as she recounts the most obvious elephant in the room. "I mean, can you believe it? Just crazy the way all of that has played out."

Busy with her drink retrieval, Kokoro finally slips the container out from the slot and still bent down, she looks up at you and says, "It must have been a very strange conversation, huh? But I guess this is business. It's all politics, smoke and mirrors and all that, ya know? Like, we always know that's the case, and then you see it in action and it's like whoa, they'll go to any lengths to get what they want, isn't that right?"

Through the course of Kokoro's tirade, your eyebrows have flexed and pressed together on your face. It hasn't been a conscious effort on your part, and though you entered this discussion with a baseline understanding of what is about, the more she has spoken, the less you have come to understand it. Somewhere along the line, the words Kokoro has said have sounded less familiar to you, and more akin to information that you have not yet become privy to.

You understand what the three of you are talking about, but simultaneously, you have no idea what the three of you are talking about.

So, you have no choice but to inquire. Your eyes dart to Rimi—who is watching you expectantly—then back to Kokoro who is seemingly unaware and working towards enjoying her prize.

"Uh, what are we talking about?"

Rimi rolls her eyes and stamps her foot like a cartoon character. "Sunwoo! The pictures, and everything!"

"I know, I gathered that much, but…"

Silence follows. Eventually, any hint of comedic display falls from Rimi and a sense of sincere urgency takes hold instead. "Wait." Her shoulders drop all of their tension, slouching lifelessly to her sides. Cocking her head inquisitively she says, "Have you not… spoken to him?"

Your throat is dry and your eyes drop from hers, unable to maintain the contact as this topic persists.

"No, I don't think I have to explain why."

"Oh shit!"

It drops from Rimi's mouth before she has a chance to reel it back. Her hands fly over her mouth and Kokoro gasps in the aftermath of it, gently swatting at her as if to reprimand her for saying it. Reaching towards you, Rimi grips your arm tightly—almost enough to hurt—and with a kind of determination you've never seen from her before she says, "Babe, you need to talk to him, oh my god. It's not true!"

Your stomach drops before you have time to truly consider the weight of what you have just been told.

"Wha… I saw the pictures," you stammer, "We all saw them. We saw the articles, the company statement…"

After struggling for quite some time, the cap finally pops off of Kokoro's drink. She takes a sip and appears wholly unbothered by the weight of the conversation that is happening around her. A loud sigh follows her sip, like she's filming for a commercial and selling the part to perfection, and once she's finished Kokoro finds the time to attend to you.

"I mean, yeah, the photos are real in the sense that they exist and they were spotted out together." She takes another sip, enamoured by the flavor in ways that seem incredibly untimely given the gravity of what is happening to you. "It's the story around them that's not. I thought for sure you would have known this, figured this was already water under the bridge. They must be keeping a real tight leash on him then."

You close your eyes, shake your head in disbelief and just say: "Pause."

A moment is needed for you to think through the unimaginable amount of thoughts swirling around in your head. You take in a slow but deep breath, holding it inside of your lungs until you can't stand to keep it there for any longer. Your nerves settle slightly, enough to move forward with all of this without completely shutting down, bursting into tears, and ruining the incredible amount of stage make-up that is crafted upon your face.

"Can you just… Start from the beginning."

"I'll keep watch!" Rimi announces, craning her body so that she can look down the hall.

"Okay, so." Kokoro revels in another sip of her coffee drink before continuing on. "My dad works with a lot of very high-profile people, so I hear about all of the nasty business in the industry. Entertainment companies, news, politics… all of it," she says. "He's currently assigned a job working very closely with the news source that posted those photos and the article along with it, and you know, these people love to talk. They love gossip. They can't sit on a secret without it killing them. Love the attention."

Growing impatient, you say, "Can we just…"

"Right! Anyway, he was there when the story broke, and I guess it was a big deal when it happened, the office was going crazy about it! So, they went out for some drinks after work and got to talking, and apparently everyone working on the project spilled! There was a lot of correspondence with your company back and forth, and apparently it wasn't just some random paparazzi that snapped the photos and sent them in… It was your company, themselves."

The more she says, the more your heart sinks down to your gut.

"So, they get these pictures of him out with this photographer. The outing is nothing special, nothing happens. It's just a casual thing amongst colleagues but you know, you can snap a single photo of a moment and spin it to seem like anything with the right kind of story attached. Which is precisely what they did. That company paid a lot of money for this all to get out, by the way. Orchestrated the whole thing. And I can't prove this—it's just something my dad overheard in passing another day—but it seems like they did it to manufacture tension in-house." Kokoro stops, gives you a knowing look and then says, "Don't have to be the smartest person in the room to know exactly what that means."

Voice trembling, you say: "They know about us."

"Yup, and are going about breaking it up in the nastiest way they know how," Kokoro confirms. "I mean, if you think about it from their perspective, there's no other way. No-dating rules have been a thing in the industry for decades but it doesn't stop anyone from doing it anyway. If you sniff out some funny business under your roof, the only real way to ensure that it stops is to craft up a way for those people to not want anything to do with each other the natural way—good ol' emotional manipulation style."

You feel sick. Your stomach twists and your chest tightens, eyes stinging with the pain of tears you're desperate to fight back. Everything hurts, straight down to your bones; body limp with the discovery that you have never been as attuned to the intricate and downright wicked willingness these people have to get whatever it is that they want.

"You're sure?" you ask. Realistically, you already know the answer to the question, but something inside of you needs to hear the confirmation one more time.

Kokoro nods. "Yeah, without a doubt. I'm really surprised he hasn't reached out about it, but my guess is that they're watching him like a hawk. He probably doesn't have free access to his phone if he hasn't."

No wonder Sunwoo never reached out once the story broke. The sickness writhes inside of you just that much more in relation to everything that has transpired since then; your feelings, your actions, things that can never be undone or taken back.

All just to find out that Sunwoo hasn't done anything, at all. Instead, he is the person with the target on his back; the first shot sent from his very own company, and the second—unbeknownst to him—fired from you.

"Someone's coming!" Rimi whisper-shouts.

Kokoro nods to her and the conversation comes to a close, but before you will allow it to do so, you grasp the sleeve of her coat into your hand and say, "Thank you, but… I need to talk to him. How do I talk to him?"

Her eyes widen. "You're asking me?" Thinking it over for a few seconds, her head bobbles in a considering sort of way as if mulling over any potential options and she says, "Are you close to anyone else in there? Someone else you trust? I can't talk to Sunwoo himself, the degrees of separation aren't far enough, but I might be able to pass a message along and start orchestrating something."

Juyeon would be willing, you know that fact well. You trust him and have seen firsthand how capable he is through missions of stealth. However, involving him in this feels too close to home—as well as other things—and so, you opt into your next best and considerably more messy option.

"Eric."

Squinting suspiciously, as if to say that you have missed the importance of this being a covert sort of going on, Kokoro relents to it and just says, "Well, alright. Eric it is, then. I'll try to talk to him and figure something out, Rimi and I will message you when we have something but it's probably for the best if we're not seen together again after this. Not until we're back in Seoul, at least."

How deep does the rabbit hole go, you wonder.

Rimi [18:47]: great news~♡ kokoro talked to eric about that client her dad works with who wants to work with him in the future and it looks like he's super open to it! we wanted to talk to him about it more later after the show, but he said something about just being way too busy with the gym tonight (¬_¬") men can be so annoying, but that's how it is! see you in seoul again soon~!

Covered in sweat, it is the first thing you see on your phone upon arriving back inside of the green room. Your heart skips, breath holding inside of your lungs out of fear that should you dare breathe, the possibility of this may disappear with it.

This is code. Obviously enough to you with the knowledge you have but not so much so that anyone who happens to see it could understand the hidden meaning behind the words.

Unexpectedly, a hand finds your back and you jump at the fright.

Kaia swings around to settle in your line of vision with a big smile on her face and a make-up wipe in hand, always the fastest to rid herself of the excessiveness of it all.

"Great job out there tonight, you were electric," she says, "We're all going to go out for dinner and some drinks, enjoy the city a bit while we're here, tell me you'll come along with us!"

You want to say no, but there is no good excuse for not doing so. The Boyz trail behind you in their performance and are set to go on shortly, and rushing back to the hotel only ensures that you sit waiting until a later point in time where you are finally able to begin perusing the hauls for the place it is that you will seek. Truthfully, the only reason you wish to bow out is a selfish desire to be alone with your own thoughts and worries; what will happen, what has happened, and what might be waiting for you in the not so distant future.

"Of course I'll come," you say, putting all of your ample weariness on the shelf for the time being. A formidable task. "You were great, too. We all were."

Miyoung is passing by as you say it, catches ear of what you've said, and flashes you a smile as she continues on her way.

For MVNE, things couldn't be better. Little do they know how close you are to bringing it all toppling down.

You don't know Eric's manager, nor how intense he is about his line of work. All you know is that this had seemingly been his plan, and if he had set it into motion, then it must be fairly smooth going from here.

The room you have is shared with Serri and you're quite thankful for that. A perfect night for her is staying in, watching television and scrolling through her phone with little interest for much else to entertain her. She is quiet and kind, but wholly uninterested in being the life of the party—especially after a long day of travel, rehearsals, and performances.

When you say you're leaving to see what the accommodations have to offer, she barely even hums to acknowledge your words.

Circumstances are such now that you can't take any chances with anyone you may run into, and so, you are dressed accordingly. The typical wear of an idol engaged in sneaky business and you make it a point to keep your head low, not bothering to ask the front desk where the location of the gym even is. You trust you can find it on your own—these places have maps everywhere—and once you make it to the lobby, your instinct to trust your gut is instantly rewarded.

Basement level, just one more level down and just beside the pool.

You don't know what time you're meant to be here, and you don't ask Rimi for any further clarification, either. Correspondence with Eric is certainly out—not that you have a way of getting ahold of him, anyway—so all that you can hope is that their business is wrapped up and you haven't kept him waiting so long that he has already retired back to bed. It's late, most people are no longer making their way through the halls… All you can do is hope.

Down here it's musty and the scent of lingering wetness clings to the carpet that you're walking on. You pass a door for staff, and then the very next one is precisely what you are searching for.

With a racing heart that threatens to leap from your chest, you slowly push the door open.

And seated on a bench right in plain sight, is Eric.

"Your friends told me they have an exciting opportunity waiting for me, how nice of you to send them my way."

While a part of you wants to clear the distance and jam a fist into his arm, the stronger part nearly wants to break down and cry.

"Youngjae…"

His eyes go wide. "Whoa, government name. You're really in the trenches, huh?"

Fighting the floor of emotions that threaten to take hold, you bring your palms to your face and drag them downwards woefully as you make your way towards him. Eric pats the empty portion of the bench just beside him and you take your seat with a despondent plop.

"I need to talk to Sunwoo."

"You're kinda dumb, you know that? I can't believe you saw all that and really thought that what you were seeing is what you were really getting. I mean, seriously? Another woman?"

"You're not helping."

Eric reels a bit, rolls his eyes like he accepts that his badgering is not particularly wanted and says, "I'm just saying, you know that guy is crazy about you. I mean, I didn't have the proof and he hadn't told me it wasn't true yet but like… I kind of knew someone was playing games, and it wasn't him."

"You can hang me up in the city square for torture another time, but right now I need to talk to him. He doesn't have his phone?"

"Nope, at least, not without someone eyeing him while he's using it. It's kind of a nightmare, if I'm being honest. Can't send as many dick jokes as I'd typically like." You look over at him with a glare, and once again Eric realizes that his additional anecdotes are falling on deaf ears. "Alright, look… It's late enough by now that I don't think he's being hounded. We got food and some drinks after the show and then a few of us headed back in, him included. I told him I was going to come over so we could see if the theory is true that Ridiculousness is literally always showing on TV in hotels, no matter where you are or what time it is. He seemed to like that idea."

"I cannot believe you guys are actually idols," you say, "No wonder everyone likes girl groups now, instead."

Leaning his face closer to yours, Eric squints devilishly at you and says, "Be nice to me, or I won't scout the way myself to sneak you in."

His hand grips your wrist and just as swiftly, you are dragged to your feet and back towards the door.

When the elevator announces your arrival, your breath fully catches in your throat. Once again, you hold it for fear that none of this is real, that with one faulty move karma will deem your being here something that should not happen.

The silver doors slide open and Eric pops his head out.

"Nothing, it's clear. Pretty sure everyone is asleep already, managers included."

"Even for him?" you ask.

Looking back at you he says, "Yeah, they're tyrants but they're not on him twenty-four-seven, nobody gets paid enough to do that. Let's go."

Eric wanders down the hallway with the sort of nonchalant ease of a guy with absolutely nothing to lose. It must be nice, you think to yourself, walking with your body nearly curling inside of itself as if to disappear should the slightest of glances fall upon you.

"What if someone else is inside?" you ask then, nervousness making itself evident through your questioning.

He briefly glances back at you again. "Again, not paid enough."

"You guys don't room together?"

"Not anymore, perks of being in the game for a while." Eric pauses for a second and then says, "Wait, you two were friends for a while before all of this, don't you know that already?"

"I never went to his room, are you insane?"

Playfully offended, Eric tosses his hands into the air and says, "Okay, sorry. Forgot meeting at restaurants was a much safer option, as has thoroughly been demonstrated to us."

His jovialness is hardly appreciated.

The two of you turn a corner and after only a few more steps, you stop in front of a door. Neither of you move, and after a couple of long, unnecessarily drawn out moments Eric looks at you and says, "Okay. We're here. Knock."

"Is it weird that I'm scared?"

He rolls his eyes, a seemingly common reaction from him in regards to you now. "Oh my god." His fist pounds on the door—far more loudly than you think is really necessary given that this whole operation is meant not to draw attention—and then before the door even begins to draw open, Eric begins his journey back the way you came.

"You're not waiting!?" It's something in between a necessary whisper and a displeased yell, and all he gives you in reply to it is a big grin and a shrug.

Time draws on so slowly that you easily lose track of how much goes by with you perched up outside of the room. How many seconds has it been? A minute, perhaps? You don't know. Beneath your skin, your veins feel like fire in anticipation of what's to come. Maybe he's asleep, maybe Eric was wrong and the person that is soon to greet you is the angry face of a manager that somehow knew that all of this was taking place. A heavy exhale leaves you and it's shaky with uncertainty. You shouldn't be here, you can still leave… and yet, you can't. No matter what.

There's a click from behind the door and your heart nearly stops. It begins to pry open slowly, and though you aren't quite able to make out what lies beyond, the thing that does come to you is the gentle waft of warm steam and the noise beyond that grows louder as it widens.

An arm slips out, hand grasping your sweatshirt by the sleeve and forcefully dragging you inside.

What awaits you hidden away in those walls is a flurry of lips, teeth and hands.

Neither of you say a word and Sunwoo's mouth finds yours in a flash. His hands are warm and wet; hastily slipping beneath your sweater and tearing it upwards to rid you of the bothersome thing. With a pounding heart and chest that feels suffocatingly tight, you completely let go and relent to what he intends to give you; it's been far too long, you put up enough of a fight, and as far as you are concerned… This is the other side of a battle well-fought.

Beside you, the bathroom door is left ajar—a shower still running hot inside of it. The taste of beer still lingers faintly on Sunwoo's tongue as you revisit a place you have been so many times before. His skin is damp, warm; and droplets of water hopelessly cling to long, black clumps of curls that dangle in front of his eyes.

But more than anything else, he is relentless in his pursuit.

Sunwoo's fingers dig at the button of your jeans and though you make the effort to aid him in the task, it is already completed by the time your hands find their way there. His movements are hurried and clumsy; needy and rushed that aren't entirely unlike him but nothing that you have quite seen before. Teeth nip at your bottom lip and your body melts into the feeling of his hands smoothing over the skin of your sides. When your head falls back, he takes it as the perfect opportunity to drag his lips down the expanse of your throat; kissing, nipping… Maybe even marking.

You should care. You should find the strength to take the reins of this and bring it back to a place that isn't so desperate with careless need.

But you don't.

Dragging you into the bathroom, Sunwoo's mouth barely leaves your skin even for a second. Fingers disappear beneath the top of your jeans and they are quickly shimmied from your legs, discarded and quickly forgotten. Right along with all other intimates you had been hiding underneath.

Once you are finally disrobed, the towel tied at Sunwoo's hips is the next to fall away. His hands come back up to cradle your face, the urgency behind his actions slows to nearly a halt, and he kisses you again unlike any of the times before.

It isn't want that hangs shackled behind this motion, but something far more delicate and sensitive to the touch. This is adoration, it's regret, it's something raw and exposed and meant only for you, and you, alone.

It feels like love.

Sunwoo presses you to step backwards, and so you follow suit. The water is hot and jarring to your skin as it cascades down upon you. Never letting go, the persistence once again finds its way within his motions and once chaste kisses are replaced with tongue and teeth and a need to feel you in all of the ways he has been so desperate for before.

Your palms press into the flesh of his chest and the mere amount of muscle that rests underneath. Sunwoo is overwhelming in his insistence on all things, and being a lover is no different. The air is heavy around you with moisture in a way that makes it difficult to breathe, inebriated by the combination of both it and his desire to have you.

As your touch wanders, so does his. You slip down towards his waist and settle at his hips, now starkly aware of the fact that neither of you have a single garment covering your forms. All of your shared intimacy up until this point has been quick and to the point with little time afforded to revel in the joy of exploring one another's bodies. All of this is new to you, entirely uncharted waters await.

You feel his fingertips light and gentle as they slip down the front of your body and towards the space between your legs. Sunwoo's touch is shockingly delicate given the way his lips slot against your own. The feeling of his hands on your skin, his body pressing harder, firmer against your own dizzies you nearly out of the ability to think clearly. You've wanted this for so long; tried to fight it and lied to everyone—including yourself—in an attempt to win the war waging between you.

Sliding a hand up his back, you bury fingers deep within his hair. Sunwoo groans into your open mouth as a result of the touch and the sound of him like this—the look of him with lustful, half-lidded eyes and lips plump from abuse—sends a wanting chill down your spine that all but has you melting into putty in his hands.

When he goes in to connect your lips once more, you keep the hold of his head in your hands firm, disallowing him from doing so. The thought has lingered in the darkest recesses of your mind ever since his touch fell upon you; a dutiful thing that—while ugly and untimely—simply cannot be ignored.

"I…" you begin to say, and even just that much is sputtered out in a directionless way, with no clear path to follow. Sunwoo looks at you tentatively and with unwavering interest. All that you can hope for is that what you have to say will not shutter it away—rightfully, and for good.

"I…" you start again, forcing the rest of the confession out past the painful dryness in your throat. "I slept with Juyeon." Tears begin to form but you refuse to let them come. Crying on account of your own actions feels manipulative even if the intent to be so is not truly there. Your lip trembles as you continue with the words. "After the article, the pictures… I—"

Sunwoo's face twists into a mixture of things as he looks at you: confusion, disbelief, but most of all… indifference. "I don't fucking care," he says, firm and resolute. His hands clasp your face all over again and he kisses you hard, pulls back, and then reiterates it again: "I don't fucking care about that."

Your back finds the smooth tile of the shower wall shortly thereafter, and Sunwoo's hand falls down once more to fit between your legs. The gasp that slips away from your lips is immediately taken in by his own through fervent kisses and the ever so slight but pleased grin that twists at his mouth. Knees that feel gelatinous threaten to no longer be able to hold your weight, the arousal pooling where he touches you leaving your senses feeling stifled past anything but him. You can no longer hear the sounds of the water beating down or smell the faint hint of floral shampoo that once seemed so strong in the air; only slightly panting breaths just beside your ear and alcohol that has long since been consumed.

Sunwoo's fingers are long and slender, inching down and then slowly inside in an effort to have you melting around them. Tension drops from your shoulders as he does, your head falling back against the wall and his lips quick to taste the exposed skin there. That all-too-knowing curl follows—heel of his palm firm against the dull throb that begs for attention—this place has been visited between the two of you so many times before, and Sunwoo's expertise in the matters of having you come undone this way are fully on display.

His free hand finds your thigh and the feeling of his fingernails gently gripping into the flesh there as your body craning off the wall and harder up against his, but the pleading groan that drips from him afterwards is the final straw of your quickly dwindling sense of composure.

In your mind, the way you say his name sounds stronger than the actuality of it; broken, pathetic, and little more than a whimper.

"God, I want…"

Sunwoo doesn't finish the thought but you already know precisely what he means by it. This is quickly spiraling out of control should either of you hope to walk away from this with good decisions having been made. There is no push for more being made save for the idle desperation felt from his fingertips raking at your thigh. He wants more—knows neither of you have walked into this situation amply prepared for that—and worst of all, so do you.

And throwing all caution to the wind; a victim of being drunk with history, regret, and arousal, you find his warm, wet lips all over again to kiss him with silent, unspoken confidence and intent.

"I don't care," you whisper against them.

The reaction that follows is nothing short of a culmination of things, none of which are ill-suited for the situation at hand. Sunwoo's head falls back, eyes rolling as if some part of him had been holding out hope for the fact that you might be better than him—better than this. You're not, neither is he; and though it may be poor decision making at its finest, when his gaze drops down to find yours again, there is a sort of sinister hunger now sitting behind his eyes.

You know Sunwoo well enough to know he wouldn't dare to broach the subject on his own, but your willingness to put it on the table for yourself is simply too much for him to be able to deny.

The grip becomes strong, creating space for his hips between your legs as the hand once there moves to himself. His chest presses against your own, lips ghosting across yours as you feel the careful first push inside.

"Can't tell you no," he says softly, breath escaping him through the words as he sinks deeper into your body. "I've been dying to give you anything you want."

Feeling him bury into you, the closeness of your bodies, and the heat of your surroundings has you dizzy with need. Your hands slide up the hot, wet skin of his back with nails fast to dig in and find purchase against the muscles just below. They flex and move beneath your touch, tense with strength to hold you open for him and shifting with every slow, concentrated drive of himself into you. The friction of each drag blurring your vision, oxygen thick and hard to take into your lungs through the steam that continues to form.

Once frenzied kisses fall to the wayside in favor of open mouth panting and a repeated chorus of whines, groans and moans. Sunwoo watches your expressions intently for any hint of how to take you further as he settles into a more demanding, conscious pace. "Feel good?" he asks, voice low and labored, intonation matching with every press of his hips against yours.

The answer is written all over your face, given away with every sound that falls away from you and every deep drag of your nails against his back. He'll likely walk away from this encounter with rows of evidence to show for the fact, and you can only hope that there's nothing in his immediate future that might cause that being known.

Even just thinking about it has his name escaping you in a desperate plea for more of him.

"Keep doing that and I'm gonna come," Sunwoo says, a hedonistic growl laced through his tone. "But I need to feel you fall apart on me first." His lips drag across the flesh of your jaw, teeth lightly sinking in as he continues fucking you through the way his words make you tighten around him. "Then I'll have you moaning my name as much as you want."

Your muscles tense, the need for release teetering on the edge of unbearable to the point that your body aches from the tension. Nails dig deeper into him, so much so that he winces at the feeling but never once relents, and taking matters into his own hands, Sunwoo presses you harder against the wall in anticipation for how unrelenting his drives become. Faster, longer, fuller strokes that have you coming undone at a breakneck pace. Any control of your volume immediately falls to the wayside and is amplified by the bathroom echo—so just as quickly, Sunwoo fits his palm snugly across your mouth.

His eyes fixate on yours, completely in tune to the feeling and movement of your body as he works to bring you over the edge. Eyes blown out with lust and need and a sort of carnal desire to have and acquire something that he has, to some degree, always believed to be his.

"Come on," he urges, "Come for me, your body's begging for it."

Once loud moans dissipate into a silent cry through your release. It shakes you, rattles your body almost painfully as it rips through you. Any concept of your surroundings completely melts away for those few, slow seconds following the intensity that wrecks your body. Sunwoo never stops, never slows as he continues to fuck you through it without so much as a falter; and the gasps you find do cuminate into a breathless, pathetic chant of his name just as he so desired.

But he can't continue through it much longer, in the haze of your immediate aftermath you can feel the shake to his strength, the tremble of his breaths as his own end rushes to find him. The once easy rhythm to his hard drives into you are quickly dissembling; his head drops, forearm pressed to the wall beside your head like the additional assistance to his stance is needed.

Watching him unravel like this is delectable in ways you never could have possibly anticipated.

"Gonna come," he whines, "I'll pull—"

"Don't."

Your insistence for otherwise has his hips stuttering, head dropping down to just beside yours as he growls through the logical resistance of it. Hands once firms against his back slide down to his hips, guiding him forward and urging him to do precisely as you have instructed.

"Fuck." The exasperation sounds punched out of his chest, aching and craving for exactly what you've offered him. His head snaps back up, the hand against the wall then curling around to lightly grip into your hair as hungry lips once again find your own. All teeth and tongue and groans into your mouth as his drives once again find the speed and depth they had before. "Want me to come inside you?" he says, words filthy and coated with venom on his tongue. "Want me to take you, want me to really make you mine?"

And the airy yes that escapes from you is just as sinful.

Confirmation is all he needs, the simple word echoing against the shower walls as Sunwoo buries himself hard and deep inside of you. Laborious pants draft over your mouth, his chest rising and falling in quick succession with every aching throb of release that shakes him. He pulls from you only just a bit before pressing forward fully again, and an anguished whimper dies in his throat for the last time.

Basking in the immediate aftermath, there is only silence now. Your chests rise and fall with the hope of finally finding the calmness of breath that you seek, and slowly breaking apart your bodies, Sunwoo hisses at the feeling of loss and then suspiciously squints at you.

"Oh, you're a freak, huh?"

You deadpan.

"Says the guy with a fire-hot possessive streak."

"Very normal kink to have, I'll have you know." He inches his face closer to yours again, lingers in the space just between your mouths and then quickly pecks a kiss there. "Sure worked for you."

Gently shoving him backwards and into the stream of water, you roll your eyes and relent to the most obvious thing of all. "I guess I should have known that the mouthiest guy I know would be no different… In other aspects."

"Yes, you should have," Sunwoo agrees, and annoyingly so. "And as much-needed as this was and a great reunification gift… I guess we've got a whole lot more talking that we need to do."

The sound of his voice in the latter half of the realization is so far from the strength and confidence displayed only moments before. Sunwoo's eyes fall away from yours like he doesn't have the courage to face you, nor the choices you have made. Juyeon had insisted that this day would come, and though you had eventually relented to accepting that fact, suppose you had expected there to be just a bit more time spanning in between. Time for it to feel further in the past, time for it to feel less like a wound still trying to scab.

You offer a small and forced smile then say, "Lets get cleaned up, I want to enjoy this for a little while longer."

Sunwoo crawls into bed beside you last, tending to the last minute prep of your final moments together like this. You are unable to spend the night here and are expected to be found in your room by the time a manager makes his way to retrieve you in the morning. You'll be tired, the wear of the long evening will certainly show on your face… But it was worth it, without a doubt in your mind.

The television flickers on and a program that you neither recognize nor understand flashes onto the screen just as the light to the room is harshly shut off. It smells faintly of him; clothing, cosmetics, fragrances scattered about as far as the eye can see with little care for the place that they happen to land. Comforting and familiar within the coffin of a secret you no longer hold.

Slipping in beside you, Sunwoo's head falls daintily to the side as he offers you a tight-lipped smile. His arm falls over the front of you—laid out on your back and spending the majority of your time staring towards the ceiling.

Tip-toeing back through the memory of how it is that the two of you arrived here.

"So," he says, and his voice is so quiet that you almost don't even hear him. "Tell me."

But there's no strength behind those words, and that sinks into your chest with a weight far heavier than anything you could have anticipated. Sunwoo wants to know because he feels like he needs to; not through jealousy or even anger, but because of the very same reason that Juyeon knew to be true.

"I was angry." Staring up at the darkness of the ceiling, from here it looks as though it can carry on forever. A part of you wishes that you could disappear into it, leaving all of this behind, but the tender curl of Sunwoo's fingertips into the flesh of your stomach remind you to be present and that being here just might be worth it, after all.

"I had actually just gotten back from meeting with my friend, one of the girls that met with Eric backstage. We talked about you. Talked about us." You pause, remembering that day. Inhaling deeply, you continue on. "I got home and the girls showed me. I mean, what else was I meant to think?"

Turning your head, your eyes find his. Light from the TV flashes across them in an almost mesmerizing way. Easy to get lost in, easy to forget that all of this has been, and will continue to be, so hard.

"So, I was hurt, and I was angry, because I thought how can he be saying all of this to me while doing this behind my back? It's not as though we've never talked about you and other women, so I figured if there would ever be someone else, you'd at least respect me enough to say as much. It just felt like a knife to the back, after everything."

"You wanted payback," Sunwoo reasons.

"Yeah, and what better way to cash in, I guess."

"Fucking my friend?" The words are jarring when you hear them despite the light and comical way that he delivers it. Sunwoo rolls his eyes, sighs, and says, "Sure, that'll do it."

"Are you mad?"

"No." Inching closer, Sunwoo's lips ghost just beside your ear to say, "I came inside you." But as if the consideration has only just found him, he reels back suddenly, startled and says, "Wait, did he…?"

You shove him with nearly enough strength to have him falling out of the bed completely.

"No! Are you insane?"

The giggle that follows is annoying and presumptuous in its intent, but true, nonetheless. Sunwoo crawls his way back to snugly fit his body against yours and says, "See, you like me. What's there to be mad about? All jokes aside though, the whole situation is shit and obviously I know how it looks, so I can't really blame you for acting out. I mean, sure, I kinda wish you didn't fuck Tall, Scary and Handsome because that's a whole lot to try and compete with, but Juyeon's nice. He's a good guy. He probably had a whole lot to say about it, too."

Your eyes shut slowly at the recollection. "Yeah, he certainly does… Think about things."

"I take solace in the fact that you had to suffer for it in some way."

In silence, the two of you lay together for many long moments. Sunwoo's finger traces shapes over the expanse of your skin idly, lost in thought much like yourself, if you had to guess as much. Your mind has been heavy since long before your arrival here and the subsequent actions taken thereafter; but now that they have occurred, your thoughts have muddled and congealed past the point of being recognizable to you.

Turning your head to look at him again, you find the courage to say the thing that maybe—for a long time now—you've really wanted to say.

It isn't permanent, just speaking it aloud, but it certainly does feel that way.

"I don't think I want to be an idol anymore."

Sunwoo's hand slowly comes to a stop.

a/n: fun fact but this shower scene was The Scene that this whole entire thing spawned from, and now we're finally here. escape by tbz the perfect listening vibes for it 😋

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🌼like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do🌼 part 7 (dadrry)

You and Harry celebrate a birthday and.. a new baby?

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warnings/tags: harry x reader, fluff, dadrry

You were running around the house trying to tend to the guests as Harry kept an eye on the baby. Today was the celebration of her big day, which was actually tomorrow. It was hard for you to believe your baby was now a year old. It felt like yesterday you saw that first positive pregnancy test.

The gathering was by no means large. It was mostly your close family and friends. It could’ve been a group of five people and you’d still freak out and overthink every single thing.

Harry had some catering done for the party. It wasn’t anything too fancy, but a variety of foods that would make everyone happy. The theme of the party was centered around flowers. Vivian loves flowers so much. One of her favorite things to do is play outside and pick the tiny flowers out of the grass. Even when you have a bouquet on the dining table, she reaches for them and wants to push her face into them - her way of smelling them, you assumed. She loves colorful things, and flowers have always amazed her.

A few of your friends had small children, so Vivian was occupied by playing with them on the living room floor. Harry was sitting on the couch behind her, watching her closely to make sure she didn’t put anything in her mouth or get hurt by the toddlers. They wouldn’t intentionally do anything to her, but they were more mobile and rough than she was. Your mom was sitting next to him, a smile on her face as she watched the kids play.

“Still no plans for a second baby?” She was partially joking and being serious at the same time.

Harry laughed, slightly nervous, and shook his head. “Not right now, no. She’s still got a lot of growing up to before we get to that point.”

“Has her anxiety gotten better?”

That was still a sensitive topic for him to discuss, but he knew he wouldn’t be criticized by your mom. He wiped his palms on his thighs and let out a deep breath. Your mom could tell he was a little anxious about her asking that.

“Yeah. She’s definitely improved. We’re working on it.”

“She’s such a good baby.” Your mom leaned up, resting her chin in her hand as she watched them. “They just take her toys away and she just watches them.”

Harry glanced around, trying to find you, but he had no luck. “She’s gentle.. she’s not really selfish with her toys.”

You were in the kitchen now, trying your best to keep things cleaned up and organized. There were cupcakes for the guests that were covered in flowers made from icing. The baby had her own small cake that she would get to destroy soon. There was a mix of faux and real flowers decorating the kitchen and living room. You wanted to make sure everything was cute but not overdone. Besides, she’s just a year old, she won’t remember the details. But pictures and videos will be taken, so having everything straightened out was a priority.

There was a spot on the counter you had designated for the bottles of water to sit on and you noticed they were depleting. You grabbed some out of the fridge and started filling in the empty space on the counter. Just as you turned around, Harry appeared in front of you, making you jump and throw your hand over your chest.

“Harry.” You sighed out as you realized it was just him.

He chuckled while taking hold of your waist to pull you closer. “What are you doing in here, busy bee?”

“Trying to keep everything flowing.” You looked over your shoulder at the water bottles. You were satisfied with how many you had gotten out. “Where’s Viv?”

“She’s playing.” He nodded his head towards the living room.

You pushed your hand through your hair, shoving it out of your face. Even though you spent time curling it before the party started, you didn’t care how it looked at this point. Harry noticed how tired you seemed to be, and he didn’t want you to overwork yourself during what’s supposed to be a fun and relaxed time.

“Hey, stop doing all these little things and come in here with us.”

You shook your head as your hand went up to his neck. “Someone has to keep it cleaned and organized.”

He gave you a slight cock of his eyebrow. “Your mom already told you she’d do all that.”

“Harry, please don’t.. start.”

“I’m not trying to argue, baby. I just don’t want you disappearing so much.. You’re going to miss the little moments.”

Hearing him say that was heart breaking. You looked down at his chest and started chewing on your cheek. He gave you a squeeze, but you ignored him and tried your best to hold in your tears. This was an issue you had been silently facing for the past few days, and especially since this morning. Your baby was growing up and you wanted her first party to be perfect, even if it wasn’t going to be a huge ordeal. You wanted this to be placed in a spot and that to be arranged a certain way - everything had to be perfect.

The fear of missing out on your child’s life is something you’ve had to face since the day she was born. You never wanted to miss a moment with her, big or small, and right now you were risking that. Sure, the kitchen was a little messy from the food and the decorations, and the living room was loud and full of people - but it wasn’t a big deal.

“Has she.. has she been okay? I.. don’t want her to think I left her.” You asked with a tear threatening to fall from your eye.

Harry slid his arms all the way around you, forcing you into his embrace. You huffed as your bodies collided and he held you as tight as he could. You wanted to pause the entire day and just relax for a moment. Your mind was racing with thoughts and worries and your heart was struggling to keep up. This was a special day, and you felt like you had missed it.

“She’s been fine, I promise.” He assured you with a kiss to your temple. “She’s been playing and, well, mostly watching the other kids play.”

You pouted as you leaned back, your eyes finding his. “Watching them?”

He smiled. “You know our little bug is shy.”

“They’re not being mean, are they?”

Harry laughed a little. “No, they’ve been nice to her. She’s just.. curious but too shy to play with them.”

“My poor baby. She’s so tiny and quiet.”

He grinned back. “She’s observant.. she’ll be a leader one day.”

“And everyone else.. are they having an okay time?” Your worry was still evident, but you were starting to calm down some.

“Yeah, everyone’s fine. They’ve been asking about you.” He lifted his brows and gave you a look. “Join us and stop working so hard.”

“I will-“

You were interrupted by the sudden sound of a balloon popping followed by familiar screaming. Harry furrowed his brows before untangling himself from you and hurrying to see what happened. You followed behind him, sort of on edge as the sound of Vivian’s crying echoed through the house. You could hear people trying to soothe her, but it wasn’t working.

Harry ran over to your mom, who was holding your screaming baby. He carefully took her and walked away from the crowd in the living room. She cried into his shoulder as he rubbed her back. The sight made you frown. He met you by the stairs and shook his head in disbelief. She was screaming like something was terribly wrong.

“Hey, hey, shh.” You said in a calm voice as you gently touched the back of her head. “Vivy, it’s okay, baby girl.”

“Ma ma.” She said through her cries, tears flooding her eyes and spit covering Harry’s shoulder.

“Hey, you’re okay, my sweet love. Da da’s got you, hm? You’re okay.” You pressed a kiss to her forehead, but she was still very upset.

“Oh, darling, I’m so sorry.” Harry said in a whisper, trying to get her to relax but his voice wasn’t enough right now. “Daddy will get rid of all those scary balloons, yeah? How dare they do that to you, princess.”

You smiled at words and let your hand fall to cover his. “If Daddy has it his way, you’ll never have balloons at your parties ever again.”

He chuckled and adjusted her so that she was sitting up. She realized you were right there, so she was content with the new position. You held your hands out for her and she gladly leaned towards you. Harry smiled as you took her and she gave you a big hug. There was still sadness all over her cute face, but you knew she’d be okay.

“I don’t think she’s ever heard one pop before.” Harry said as he watched you console her.

Your hand was rubbing slow circles into her back as you slightly rocked from side to side. She was starting to cheer up some. Harry stepped behind you and started messing with her nose, giving it a poke every couple seconds. She would smile at him, then giggle as he did it again.

“See, just got scared, yeah? Nothing wrong.” He said as she grinned at him. He tapped her cheek, then her nose again. “Pretty girl.”

“Maybe some cake will make her feel better.”

Harry gave her a gasp and widened his eyes. “Cake! Do you want your cake, baby girl?”

She squealed at him, and that was all the confirmation you needed.

It was time for the cake now, and you were a bit unsure about how she would handle everyone crowding around her and staring at her. But, you kept an open mind and put her in the highchair as Harry got the cake. Vivian was glancing around at everyone, but she didn’t seem too distressed. You laughed as her eyes lit up when Harry placed the cake in front of her. You didn’t worry yourself with taking pictures, since you knew for sure your mom was going to do all of that for you.

Harry placed the candle one shaped in the center and put a lighter flame up to it. She jumped at the flame, her eyes looking up at Harry. He smiled at her, then started singing to her. Everyone joined in and you couldn’t resist laughing as she darted her eyes around the room. She was definitely confused by everyone singing in unison to her, but she wasn’t freaking out.

When the song ended, you leaned down and blew the candle out. She just sat there, staring at the cake and staying quiet. Harry grabbed her hand and moved it onto the cake. The second she touched one of the icing sculpted flowers, she squealed and squeezed her fingers into it. It mushed all over her hand and she started giggling.

“My sweet girl.. you’re the cutest.” Harry said as he watched her dig her hands into the icing.

“Give it a taste, honeybun.” You guided her hand to her lips. She opened her mouth and instantly liked the flavor of the icing, the pure sugar.

“She’s going to be wild after this.” Harry said with a laugh, shaking his head as he watched her try to shove all the icing in her mouth that was covering her hand. It was mostly smearing all over her face, but it was adorable to watch.

While she kept on eating the cake, or more so playing with it, you assisted your mom in handing out cupcakes and cookies covered in royal icing flowers to the guests. The other kids were just as excited about the cupcakes and icing as Vivian was.

“You’re a mess, baby doll.” Harry chuckled as he watched her go for another handful of the icing. This time she got some of the strawberry flavored cake in with the icing.

After letting her mess with the cake for ten or so minutes, you ushered everyone into the living room so she could open her presents. Before that was possible, Harry had to wipe the icing off her face and arms and change her into a clean outfit. Your mom helped him out since it was quite a task to do alone. He was trying to avoid getting the icing on himself or all over the place, so having extra hands was helpful.

You laid a blanket down on the floor so she could have somewhere soft to sit while she opened the gifts. One of the older kids helped you bring the gifts to where you were sitting. It wasn’t a lot, mainly because you requested for people to go light on the gifting, but it was going to be enough for her to have fun.

After a little bit, Harry showed up with her all cleaned and changed. You gave her a grin as he sat down next to the blanket and placed her on it. Her eyes went straight to the bag sitting in front of you with tissue paper sticking out of the top.

You let her pull the paper out and throw it around while you tended to actually getting the gifts out. You tried to show her, but she wasn’t interested. It made everyone smile and laugh each time she would push your hand away and opt to ball her fist into the tissue paper.

Eventually, she crawled to Harry’s lap and climbed on his legs. He held her waist as she played with a piece of the paper, crushing it up and shaking it in the air. He was amused by her interest in the tissue paper.

Once you opened everything and thanked everyone for their contributions, the party was starting to die down. The gifts consisted mostly of clothes, diapers, and a few toys. Harry took the time to carry all of the stuff to her nursery to deal with later, but mostly to get it out of the way for now. Plus, he didn’t want you to caught up in doing that. He wanted you to enjoy the final bit of the party. He fully intended on cleaning up afterwards and doing any other chores he wanted you to avoid.

That night, after the baby’s bath and Harry rocking her to sleep, you stood next to her crib and just looked down at her for a while. Harry was quiet as he put away the diapers, clothes, and the other items from the party. He didn’t mind doing the cleaning earlier or giving her a bath, but you felt guilty. If anything, he was glad you were relaxing. Whereas you figured you weren’t doing enough..

“What a day, hm?” He said softly as he came up behind you, his hands sliding onto your waist.

“I hope she had fun.” You muttered back as your hand wrapped around the railing.

He leaned around and kissed your cheek. “She did.”

“I can’t believe she won’t be a little baby anymore.”

He smiled gently, pressing another kiss to your skin. “She’ll always be our little baby.”

You sigh. “I.. I know. I just.. want time to slow down.”

Harry’s arms snaked around your stomach and he pulled your body against his. You let your head fall back on his chest, wishing you could freeze time.

“Your mom.. asked me about us having more kids again.”

You closed your eyes and pushed out a breath. “I told her to stop doing that.”

“Maybe she’s.. on to something.”

You furrowed your brows and opened your eyes. “What?”

You heard him gulp. He squeezed you for a moment, then let you go. You were confused, but he grabbed your body to rotate you. When your eyes met, he was calm and relaxed while you were confused and somewhat anxious.

“I mean.. we’ve loved having a baby.. maybe we could.. have another one.”

You scoffed at him, sort of in disbelief that you were hearing this. “Harry, we’ve already talked about this.”

“I know but.. we could talk again.”

You shook your head. “No. I don’t want that right now.”

He didn’t say anything, just gave you a half smile. You couldn’t tell if he was upset or annoyed by your protest. You grabbed his forearms and sunk your nails into his warm skin.

“I love you.. but not right now. She’s just a year old.” You saw his features shift, his eyes looked sad and his lips shaped into a frown.

“It was just a thought I had earlier.”

You licked your lips, stalling as you tried to find words to say back to him. “I don’t want to rush her childhood just to have another baby. I.. I want her to have as much attention as she needs and wants.”

He gave you a nod, his eyes moving away from yours. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, it’s.. it’s okay, Harry.” You quickly moved your hands to his chest, trying to get his attention. “I promise.”

“No, it’s my fault. I.. I already know how you feel about it.”

You grabbed his jaw and angled his head so you could see eyes. “It’s okay.”

He didn’t say anything, just gave you a soft smile. You weren’t entirely sure if it was genuine or some kind of facade to hide his feelings. This all came up very expectedly. Harry’s made it clear with you and has agreed with you multiple times that he’s content with how your family is right now. Waiting would be best, and up until now he’s never said otherwise.

The baby made a little noise that caught your attention. You turned in Harry’s hold and looked down at her. She was perfectly fine, asleep and still. You thought about the idea of having a second baby. What if Vivian felt overshadowed and pushed to the side? What if that new baby didn’t feel as loved as her? What if you were only capable of loving one child? You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath. It was useless to worry over this right now. You only have one baby, and tomorrow is her birthday.

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