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[warnings] dark!rafe cameron x pregnant!reader, farmer!rafe, pogue!reader, jj maybank x reader, kidnapping, DUBCON, little editing,READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+

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In which you can't escape from your inner turmoil, even in your dreams.

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Tending to the entire house was hard work. You thought you’d be bored sooner than you actually ended up. It seemed there was always more to do with all the cooking you were doing and the laundry that Rafe went through. Sometimes, you imagined adding the demands of feeding a newborn every few hours or chasing a toddler around to your already packed routine. The thought was daunting, but you had signed up for it, knowing it would be difficult yet now you were relieved you wouldn’t be financially struggling through it.

Your growing belly had started to interfere with your daily chores. It was harder to breathe when you exerted yourself, and frequent trips to the bathroom were now the norm. Rafe never complained when the house wasn't perfect, but you knew it was because he was trying to regain your trust after losing control in the nursery. He wanted you to come to him willingly, but you weren’t mentally ready for that. When Rafe did touch you, he restrained his darker impulses, and while you never enthusiastically said “yes,” you found yourself denying him less and less.

When Rafe started leaving his bedroom unlocked, you knew it was safe to start cleaning it. You mostly used this time to snoop around. You weren’t sure what contact he kept with the outside world. He made sure you weren’t privy to the details of his business, and he never called his family when you were around.

His room was like yours in many ways, yet distinctly different. You felt a more masculine presence than the rest of the farmhouse. The walls were a deep charcoal gray, and the bed had a thick, woolen blanket that looked inviting enough, but the large wooden bed frame was imposing. Heavy, dark curtains framed the windows on either side of the bed, and there was a seating area on one side of the room with a leather armchair next to a couple of shelves containing a few trinkets and books. Rafe’s closet contained your most considerable curiosity, a substantial black safe.

The way Rafe opened the house to you was purposeful, he wanted you to feel welcome here, but he couldn’t deny he had secrets. You knew at least a few of those secrets were inside that safe.

Every time you went inside the closet to put away Rafe’s laundry or organize his clothes, you thought about the years that had passed and everything you didn’t know about him. You were in one of those moments, standing in Rafe’s closet, when you heard the shower start in the connecting room. Rafe had appeared from an afternoon in the fields. You weren’t sure if he hadn’t realized you were there, but he’d already started undressing, his chiseled frame glistening with sweat and dirt.

“Hey,” You whispered, not wanting to startle him, but he was already grinning at the sight of you.

“Hey, Honey,” He started to undo his belt, and you felt trapped, most of his figure blocking the view of the bathroom doorway, “How you doing?”

You shrugged like you usually did, “Fine, I was just …hanging up your dress shirts.”

“Nice,” He slid off his pants, and you weren’t sure why you didn’t avert your eyes; maybe because you felt yourself starved from any other human connection expect Rafe’s, “I’ll be gone for longer than usual tomorrow.”

“Cameron Development business?”

He didn’t confirm nor deny, “You mind picking out my clothes? You have a better eye for colors and stuff, you know?”

“Sure,” You took that as your opportunity to stop staring at the figure that seemed to be growing even more pristine as the manual labor toned his muscles. You resented it slightly, feeling less and less like yourself as your child grew inside of you.

The closet was a strange mix of outdoor clothing and high-end suits, a signal of the true duality of Rafe’s life. Thanks to you, it was more organized now, and you spent time scanning the rows of clothes. You chose a tailored navy suit, thinking of his muscular build and the deep blue of his eyes. You paired it with a crisp, white dress shirt and a tie with a subtle, sophisticated pattern of navy and silver. Completing the look, you picked out his polished, black leather dress shoes and matching belt.

You hadn’t realized just how much time you spent mulling it over. As soon as you laid it out on top of the closet’s chaise lounge chair, Rafe stood beside you with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“I’m impressed,” He said, leaning over to peck your cheek.

“Thanks.”

“Stay with me in my room tonight,” Rafe said, his fingers trailing down from your shoulder to your arm. He moved in closer, leaning down to kiss below your ear, “Missed you all day.”

“Rafe,” You sighed as he placed a kiss lower on your neck. In saying his name, you said a million different things. It was a warning that you might resist, that you loved his touch but hated how much you did.

“I gave you your own space because of your …condition. But after the baby comes, this is going to become our room. I want you to get comfortable here.”

Again, it felt like he was asking the world of you. You imagined laying next to him night after night and him rolling over, taking what he wanted from you anytime he liked. When you thought about it for a moment longer, it wasn’t much different than how things were now.

“I…I wanted to ask you something,” You placed a hand on his chest and he placed his larger one over yours.

“Yeah?”

“Now that I’m in my third trimester, I’ve been thinking more about, you know, giving birth,” You found it hard to meet his eyes, but you did your best, especially as they started to narrow at you, “With me being here, I guess I don’t know what my plan is anymore.”

“Don’t worry, Honey,” Rafe said, “You think I don’t have a plan?”

“I didn’t know how far we were from the hospital-”

You felt his heart quicken underneath your touch, “A hospital is like, not even Plan C, it’s Plan E. You’ll do it here. People do home births all the time.”

Your face fell quickly, and you pulled your hand from him, “You’re not serious.”

“I’ve been doing my research. As long as we have the proper people involved and the right equipment, it can work!”

“It’s my first pregnancy, Rafe! I want a real hospital with lots of nurses and a real doctor. I want an epidural, and I want my baby to have immediate medical care if he needs it. You’re crazy!”

“It’s not happening.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You cursed, your temper flaring. He grabbed your wrist, keeping you from stepping away, “Get away from me!”

“Calm down,” Rafe grabbed both of your arms, pinning you in front of him, “This is why I didn’t fucking bring it up.”

“Let go of me,” You gritted your teeth, “Please.”

“You have to trust me. I can handle this.”

“I don’t want you … I don’t want just you to handle everything,” you replied, trying to find your calm, knowing you might set him off pretty soon. “Please, just—we have to be able to discuss this more. If you need reassurance that I won’t run or tell anyone what happened, then I will do whatever. I care about the baby more than myself.”

“I wouldn’t put you or the baby in harm's way.”

“I know,” you lied.

“Then don’t imply that I would.”

“Can you just be open-minded about this?”

His eyes held a lot of emotions, but he nodded. As if each of you were frightened of escalating each other further, you pulled away from each other.

“I want to sleep in my bed; I toss and turn so much, and my pillow-”

“Go ahead, I don’t give a shit,” Rafe crossed his arms, giving in so quickly that your eyes widened in shock. You didn’t waste the opportunity, scurrying off as quickly as your legs would take you.

You didn’t see Rafe for the rest of that night and were grateful he wasn’t around the next day, either.

“I like the name Kai,” you said, looking up, your head resting on top of someone’s warm lap, feeling the sun for the first time in a long time. “It means sea in Hawaiian. If they grow up here, they have to like the ocean.”

“I was thinking something edgier,” you heard JJ say, his gaze also moving toward the beautiful sky above. Lush, rolling fields surrounding you, “Maybe like Talon or Blaze? Something cool so, you know, the other kids don’t pick on ‘em.”

“No way,” She shook your head, giggling, “That is exactly the type of kid someone would pick on.”

“Fine …Kai. I don’t dislike it,” JJ seemed to ponder the name longer,.

You sat up from his lap, finally gazing at your handsome boyfriend. “I like it. We don’t have to pick one now, but … I’m just saying.”

The two of you were sitting on top of a plaid blanket you didn’t recognize, and you didn’t recognize what part of The Cut you were in, either. JJ must’ve surprised you for a date. A cheap picnic was always up his aisle, and you never cared for fancy dates.

“I still can’t believe there’s going to be a little Maybank,” you said, reaching out to touch his blonde, windswept hair. “I mean, I already love him. It makes me think my Dad must’ve never felt this way about me.”

He touched your bump, and you felt like you were filled with happiness. Everything was right. Things would be challenging, but at least you’d have each other.

“My parents, too,” the words were solemn, but you felt the opposite, “It’s their loss.”

Neither of you had the families you deserved, but you could provide that happiness to Kai . . . or whatever name ended up suiting your angel.

“Picking a name is hard. What if we look at him, and he just doesn’t match the one we chose?” You wondered.

“Then we change it. He could have no name for all I care. As long as he’s healthy.”

You brought your lips to his and melted into him. Strong arms wrapped around your back as he deepened the kiss further. You were at home.

When you opened your eyes again, breathless from the kiss, you knew you weren’t home at all. Tears filled JJ’s ocean eyes and the sky turned a darker blue.

“Have you asked Rafe what he thinks about the baby’s name?”

“Wha-” Your lips parted, the air growing from warm to humid. A storm was brewing above that field of flowers. Now that you glanced around, those flowers were just weeds.

“You should ask him.”

“Why would I ask Rafe, JJ?”

“Why not? He won. He gets you. He gets the baby.”

“He didn’t win. I just …” It came to you then. JJ never got to feel your pregnant belly. He never knew you were having a boy. How could you feel connected to him from behind the glass in the visiting room? “I-I’m going to figure this out.”

“You’re giving in.”

“I’m not!” You pushed at his chest, but he didn’t budge.

“You should’ve never let him in.”

“I’m sorry,” You were crying now, “I-I was so lonely, and… you left me!”

He turned his head, and you felt the rain starting to fall, “You’ll forget about me soon enough. He’ll never know me.”

“Please, you have to find us.” The words left your lips just as lightning struck.

You screamed yourself awake.

You pushed around the baby potatoes on your plate, sitting across from Rafe at the dinner table. This entire week, you’d been struggling with eating. You felt the baby resting so high that you felt full quicker than expected. It didn’t help that you were facing the reality of giving birth inside this house and possibly never seeing the outside world again.

You wanted nothing more than to meet your baby, but you felt yourself growing more complacent as your time here and the pregnancy went along. Realistically, how far could you get now that you were this pregnant? And how could you leave with a newborn?

“Is the baby moving a lot?” Rafe brought a piece of steak to his mouth, watching you intently as you played with your food.

“Yeah … a little too much.”

“Hey, an active baby is a healthy one.”

You wanted to roll your eyes, “You read that in one of your parenting books?”

He winked at you, “Yes, I did.”

“I’m glad you know everything now.”

“You’d know more if you spent some of your free time reading. You haven’t touched a single one.”

“I’m exhausted lately, but thanks.”

Rafe nodded, “Well, makes sense; your body is changing so much. I should stay home more so I can take care of you.”

“I can take care of myself,” You said quickly.

His fork and knife clanged against his plate as he placed them down. He leaned forward, eyes gazing sharply at you, “What’s gotten into you lately?”

“Rafe, don’t,” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes now.

“I’m serious …did I do something? Things have been going good.”

You went silent, “Can I be excused?”

“You cannot,” his fist slammed down on the table, making you jump. “I had our whole night planned out, starting with dinner. So you’ll finish dinner with me, we will go on a walk, and then stay in my bed tonight.”

“I don’t feel-”

“I don’t care. I don’t ask too much of you,” Rafe interrupted, “If you can act a little bit more pleasant, I’ll still give you the surprise I was planning.”

“A surprise?”

“You’re going to regret acting like a brat when you see it.”

Your mouth parted in shock, but his deadly look had you crossing your arms and sitting back silently in your chair.

Rafe’s hands were intertwined with yours as you walked down an unfamiliar winding path. Cicadas had begun chirping, and the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the property. This was only the third time you’d physically left the house, Rafe allowing you earlier in your pregnancy to follow him around to meet all of the animals.

Now, due to your swollen feet, you didn’t fit into the work overalls Rafe purchased for you or the boots. You walked in silence for the most part, imagining that Rafe was stewing with anger after your behavior at dinner. You cared little that you’d upset him; your mind was focused on repressing the nightmares you’d be having about JJ.

After a few minutes, you arrived at a small, fenced-in area near one of the barns. Your curiosity was piqued when you saw a little pen set up in the middle of the grassy area. Inside was a bundle of fur that wiggled and barked excitedly as you approached.

“C’mere, Honey,” He pulled you closer to the pin. The small dog was a golden brown color with long, shaggy ears, and you noticed a red gift bow tied around its neck.

“A puppy?” You asked, leaning forward. The puppy stood up on its hind legs, and bounded over the pen's edge, tail wagging furiously.

“She’s cute, right?” Rafe scooped the puppy quickly into its arms.

“You bought a puppy,” you couldn’t help yourself, starting to pet its soft fur as Rafe held her close. “This is the surprise?”

“Part of it,” Rafe smiled, “You could use more company.”

You couldn’t help but notice that your lips started to pull into a smile as the puppy tilted its head closer to you, licking at your cheek, “Oh … look at her,” You said, your heart swelling. Rafe had successfully subverted your expectations. Who were you to deny the cutest animal you’d ever seen? You should welcome any happiness your new world wanted to bring you, no matter how much regret JJ made you feel in your dreams, “You didn’t have to…”

“I want you to have her. She’s a cocker spaniel. Guy who sold her to me said they’re good with kids.”

“I love her,” You spoke honestly, scratching behind her ears.

“Look at her collar,” He gave you a suspicious look.

“Why?”

“Just look,” You hesitated but couldn’t imagine him playing a trick on you right now.

After spinning the tiny collar around her neck, you found the second part of your surprise. Hanging on its collar was a ring with a gold band an a huge, oval-shaped diamond. You inspected it closer, not meeting Rafe’s eyes. Your heart was beating way too fast to look at him. You knew little about engagement rings, but you knew what you were looking at would be considered top-tier.

“Here,” he said, placing the puppy back down in the pin and maneuvering its collar to free the ring. He held it out to you, and as you stood there, frozen, he took your hand. You didn’t pull away as he eased it onto your left ring finger, “I know we can’t have a traditional ceremony, but I just thought you might think this was special.”

Your lips parted, but Rafe shushed you, “You don’t have to say anything.”

Rafe’s eyes searched yours, waiting for any sign of acceptance. You looked down, the diamond catching the light of the setting sun.

“Let’s bring her inside,” Rafe suggested after a long moment. You nodded, and he leaned over to kiss your forehead before lifting the puppy again.

Rafe led you back to the house, and his words echoed in your head. What had he done to deserve your attitude? Things were going well. In exchange for caring for the house, you relax in a comfortable environment where your baby can grow peacefully. He’d bought you a gorgeous ring and a puppy to discourage your loneliness. Maybe you were just wholly ungrateful.

You helped Rafe set up an area for her in the living room.

“She’s gonna need a name.”

“What do you think?” You asked him quietly.

You resisted the idea of naming your baby without JJ, but maybe you could share this intimate, normal thing with Rafe.

He propped his fist underneath his chin, thinking, and stared down at the dog, “Are you opposed to a human name?”

“I’m not opposed to anything.”

He seemed a bit surprised by your reaction, but he continued his thinking pose.

“She’s gonna be really sweet, I can already tell. To me, she looks like a Lucy or like a Molly.”

“Molly is cute. Classic sounding,” You nodded, leaning down to pet her, “You’re so adorable. You need wittle pink hairbows, don’t you, Molly?”

You heard him chuckle at your high-pitched tone, “It’s settled then. Welcome to the family, Molly.”

As the evening progressed and after you got plenty of puppy cuddles, Rafe escorted you upstairs. The atmosphere was different than the last time you were together there. It was softer and more intimate. He helped you out of your clothes, gentle and considerate of your bump. You didn’t let yourself overthink any longer for the night.

Your body was so much different from when he first brought you here, yet Rafe’s eyes were hungrier than ever. You couldn’t feel vulnerable for too long because soon he was naked too and pressed against you. The touching, soothing words in your ear and the gentle hands on your belly were almost too much.

When the time came, Rafe guided you on top of him. He kept you steady, supporting your body with his strong hands as you straddled his lap. That night, you controlled the pace, and the position allowed you to ease the discomfort your belly caused. He watched you like a fine painting hanging in a museum, and his hands never left your hips.

“Take your time,” He grunted huskily, “You’re doing so good, Honey.”

You loved the praise. You basked in his words and his gaze. You wanted to feel like you were doing the right thing, that you would be a good Mom, and Rafe was always there to confirm that. Your head rolled back, lips parting, as your movements became more frantic and rapid.

You lost your rhythm, the intensity bringing tears to your eyes.

“Good girl, Honey,” As you grew tired, Rafe moved your hips for you. Hands pressing into his thick chest, you whined, feeling him in the deepest parts of you, “Give Daddy all of it.”

“Fuck, Rafe!” You cursed, shaking, and he groaned in response, “I’m coming.”

He moved your hips faster, the grinding motion sending you over the cliff towards your orgasm. You felt yourself tightening around him, and like a chain reaction, Rafe’s eyes closed tightly as his orgasm came, “Jesus, baby,” Hands still tight on your hips, he finished deep inside of you, but you’d reached the point of overstimulation now.

You climbed off of him, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. He caught you in his arms, pressing his body into yours, “Thank you,” You heard him say in your ear, his voice raw with emotion, “Fuck, I love you so much.”

You nestled into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against yours and the soft sheets beneath you. When you drifted off to sleep, you saw no raging storms, felt no overwhelming guilt, and JJ never appeared. For the first time in a long while, you slept peacefully, cocooned in the safety of Rafe’s love.

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#dark fic #rafe x reader #rafe obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x black!reader #outer banks smut #black!reader #obx fic #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader

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cvnt4him · 3 months ago

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Izuku with overly touchy best friend and just freaking tf out cause poor boy doesn’t know how to take it. Do what you want with it :)

This is gonna be SO fun to write oh em geeee!!

Izuku isn't used to alot of physical contact. Like don't get me wrong he was loved as a child, kind of, like his mom hugged him often gave him kisses often n yk. Because of that he holds like simple things like hugs and holding hands to heart. He always dreams about doing that with someone, he just always figured he wouldn't get to. Most girls never batted an eyelash at him let alone even THOUGHT about him, whenever a girl walked up to him it was always for katsuki. So he just always assumed girls didn't really like him.

Izuku was fine with that, he was more focused on becoming a hero anyways. When he met you though his life changed and turned upside down. You were so sweet and kind, kind of competitive but still a nice person. You had your moments when you could be mean but who doesn't? Izuku quickly realized he loved being around you.

Upon hanging out and getting closer, he realized how touchy you were. Not just simple little pats on the back or like head rubs, which you definitely did, more like hugging him and holding onto him ALOT or like touching random parts on his body. At first it took izuku by surprise, and made him kind of uncomfortable even. He didn't want to tell you to stop however because it's not like he HATED it. Plus he decided to think about it deeper, y'know make it personal, he thought maybe you didn't get love at home or maybe this was how you expressed yourself. Of course those could be reasons but they also might not be.

The first time you did it you had randomly hugged him in class, he was talking to someone about something and you literally just walked up and wrapped your arms around his body. He stopped talking so quickly, becoming a stuttery blushy mess. The stares he had started to get from his peers, something suggestive hiding behind their eyes. It made him even more flustered, his whole body was hot and he felt like he was sweating, he could smell your body spray on you and it went straight to his now throbbing cock. He could not believe he had just gotten hard.

Izuku has sported many many MANY accidental boners in his life, don't get him wrong, but now it's like every time you touch him it happens. No matter how many times you touch him it'll always affect him in such ways, he gets all embarrassed and flustered his whole face flushing red. He swears it makes him uncomfortable but whenever you don't touch him it makes him sad.

One time izuku thought maybe he should initiate the touching for once, maybe you'd like it. You two were chatting in the cafeteria with friends, eating and talking about gosh knows what when suddenly he decides to be bold. He looked at your body, the way you loved when you talked, expressing yourself with your hands. It made his cheeks warm up, with a heavy gulp he slowly trickled his hand to your thigh and slightly up your skirt.

The squeak that left you had everyone worrying if you were okay, asking you if you felt alright. Your eyes shot to izuku in a confused way, what the hell was he doing?! He just looked at you with his big doe eyes and that stupid flushed face of his. He didn't know what he was doing either, but he knew he liked your flustered reaction. He figured it was your turn to get all embarrassed and shit.

“ are.. are you alright?”

The faux concern in his voice was so painfully obvious it made you scoff at his words. He gave your thigh a tight squeeze, slowly letting his calloused fingers inch their way closer to your underwear, the heat that was being created between your thighs had him shivering. He couldn't believe what he was doing, if anyone truly wanted to they could see it. He gulped down once more, applying his other hand to your forehead to check for a temperature, not that he actually cared about that.

“ you're burning up, maybe I should take you to see recovery girl.”

The fuck? There is no way he was getting away with this. Why were you letting him get away with this?! You nodded slightly, he removed his hand and stood up offering a hand for you to take. With a shaky gulp you took his scarred hand and the two of you left together, your friends still worried as you walked away.

“ what the hell was that?! Are you crazy someone could've seen!”

You tried to talk to him but nothing you were saying was actually registering to him. With no thought in mind, he pushed you against the nearest lockers and kissed you, moaning into the kiss as he sloppily tried to get his tongue in your mouth. He pulled you closer and let his hands ravish your body, letting them touch and squeeze every part of your body that they could. When his hands moved to your boobs he whimpered lowly, so many thoughts coming to his mind all perverted things hes already thought before.

“ I love when you.... mmph! push your..hah.. boobs against me when we hug..”

So many filthy things started leaving his mouth as he fondled your breasts while kissing you. His lips never leaving yours for long whilst he tried to talk. You could not believe this was actually happening. Within a second you felt his cock press up against your inner thigh, he had partner your thighs with his knee and squeezed himself in between, finding a place for him to gently grind his now aching cock into. He was literally leaking through his pants, you broke the kiss to see he was putting his cock against your thigh like some sleezy putz.

“ ngh! I'm sorry- I- I am really I am.. I just couldn't help myself.. you- you touch me in such ways and, and— what else was i supposed to do!”

Whilst desperately rutting into you he tried to excuse what he was doing, . He couldn't believe it himself that he was literally humping his best friends leg like some mangy mutt who needed to be neutered. The friction he was gaining was painful yet stimulating, it felt so good he just didn't know if he could stop. He felt so dirty but so good. Surely you wouldn't hold it against him...right?

AN: anywyas, I'm back bay bay😼

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lurochar · 4 months ago

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First Rut, With You

A short drabble based on the Rut Stuff headcanons

Warnings: None

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This wouldn’t do.

You hummed cheerfully, completely unaware of the darkening eyes watching you from the shadows.

Oh, he couldn’t have this.

He could feel his eyes begin to blacken and the itch in his antlers somehow felt even worse than it did at the peak of his previous ruts.

You could, and should, be held responsible for bringing about such an irritating change in him. He never had to deal with these absurd urges before.

Rutting season had been nothing more than just a minor inconvenience, a month where he felt a little less patience and more aggression than he usually would – an easy fix, a little extra slaughter always soothed his ruffled fur.

Well, until you showed up in his (after)life and somehow managed to make yourself quite charming to someone like himself.

He had never imagined finding a partner would change the physical aspect of his rut month so much, it even seemed to awaken some sort of deep instinctual part of him that Alastor didn’t realize he possessed.

You needed to make it up to him for making him feel this way.

~00~

“My little Doe~”

You almost screeched, hearing the static and the filtered voice only after you felt a touch on your hand come from below and you stumbled, still not used to Alastor’s mastery of shadows that he liked to regularly abuse to scare the living shit out of you.

“Hmm, how are you this hellish afternoon?” Alastor asked in his usual chipper tone, eyes quickly drawn to what was in your hand and his grin tensed and twitched on one side. “What is that monstrosity?”

He was well aware demons were stopping and staring, whispering to each other, probably in shock that the Radio Demon was having a casual and cordial conversation with a Sinner who wasn’t a fellow Overlord.

Let them talk for a few minutes – he’ll be taking their worthless eyeballs for daring to gawk at you in a few moments anyways.

You patted your chest a few times, feeling a little heavy as you barely managed to swallow down your mouthful before you choked on it. “I’m still not used to that. How am I still not used to that?” You said under your breath and Alastor’s smile twitched once more, his mind jumbled and completely out of control.

His patience wasn’t exactly all there, (maybe you didn’t know that), you shouldn’t ignore him like that, your attention should be on him, so answer his question, whywereyoueatingthat, HECOULDPROVIDEYOUWITHBETTER–

“What is that?” Alastor repeated with gritted fangs, not liking that he did have to repeat himself to begin with and you snapped out of your shadow-induced shock, glancing at the thing-that-shouldn’t-even-be-called-food in your hand.

“It’s just a dough–” You started, reeling back in surprise when Alastor knocked your treat out of your hand like a naughty cat knocking things off a table and you’re just baffled at the sheer child-like pettiness of it, “–nut…” You finish, simply staring at your fallen doughnut on the ground.

Huh.

“I admit I have no fondness for sweets,” Alastor doesn’t like you looking at that damn doughnut with those pretty doe eyes of yours, especially with that disappointment, “but if you are craving a sweet treat, I am capable of making beignets at the very least.”

It’s the only dessert recipe of his mother’s that he can replicate, he was never one for baking.

“Alastor,” you quickly forget about the doughnut when you look back at Alastor, “are you… feeling okay?” You asked in concern, quickly noting he was not his normal self.

His antlers were a little larger than normal, he looked all around irritated, his eyes were flickering between black and red, and his pupils were spinning as if they couldn’t settle between their normal shape or the radio dials he was known for.

“No, that’s not enough,” Alastor didn’t answer your question, “beyond sweets, for every meal, you need to come to me, my Doe. I’ll skin anyone alive who think they can feed– care for you better than I can.”

“I…” Something was off with Alastor, but you could directly ask him when you weren’t in public and–was that screaming?

Ah.

Alastor’s shadow and other little minions were making mincemeat out of the passersby and you guessed they must have riled Alastor up by staring just a little too long. Well, if you wanted to be in the Radio Demon’s life, it was just a fact you had to get used to.

You jumped when you felt something large being draped over you and you felt warm and fuzzy when you could smell Alastor’s scent enveloping you. “What are you doing?” You flushed, seeing that Alastor had taken off his overcoat and was currently wrapping you up in it, looking a little less irritated at the sight of you in it.

“I can still smell that doughnut and its maker on you.” Alastor snarled at the very thought before reaching down to intertwine his fingers within yours and he almost barked out a laugh at how utterly red your face was getting at the gesture. How adorable, you matched his coat.

“W-what are you doing!?” You were completely confused at this point because Alastor never touched you affectionately out in public – both for his image and for your safety. This was odd, bizarre, but you didn’t hate it, you were just flustered at the abruptness of this strange new thing.

“Hmm, I suppose I should have shared something about myself with you earlier,” Alastor tightened his hand around yours, strolling along with you slowly so you could keep up with your shorter frame, “When we are away from any prying eyes and ears, I will tell you what this is. But first, my little Doe, let us enjoy a nice afternoon walk, shall we?”

“O-okay.” You simply nodded, spotting a streaking black shape speeding towards you and Alastor and Alastor’s shadow emerged from the ground. You looked curiously at it when it held out its hands to Alastor in an eager manner, but slowly stepped back once you got a glimpse of what it actually was holding.

“Good job.” Alastor nodded with approval and the shadow seemed to look at you restlessly before Alastor held out to you what he ordered his shadow to retrieve – those worthless Sinners’ eyeballs. “A gift for you, dearest. And many in your favourite colour!”

Ah… ha.

“Thank you, Alastor.”

Yep, better get used to it.

#alastor x reader #x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel

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pretty-little-mind33 · 6 months ago

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Tangerine x fem!reader

Summary: You never told Tangerine he has a daughter in the hopes of never seeing him again.

Genre: Angst (happy ending)

Warnings: swearing, single mom!reader, allusions to sex, pregnancy, kinda wanted to give Tan a real name for this story's sake but I couldn't decide on one (🙃) so let's all pretend Tangerine is an appropriate first name end not make it weird? kay? love you guys :)

~ honestly inspired by all of @little-miss-dilf-lover's dad!Tan content ~

TANGERINE MASTERLIST

Family is important to Tangerine. You've known this ever since you'd met him—which is why when you lay in the hospital bed, beads of sweat dampening your hairline and your mother asked you if you'd changed your mind and wanted someone to call him, prompting you to shake your head, it broke your heart almost more than it had the night he'd left.

How could you keep her from him?

How could he leave you like he did?

So, you raised your daughter on your own with the hopes that you'd never run into Tangerine or his brother. By Cerise's fourth birthday, there were still no signs of them and as much as you ignored how her brown curls reminded you of him and how she had his mannerisms, you couldn't deny their similarity anymore.

"Darling, you can't have candy now, it's almost supper," you reprimand when Cerise reaches for a candy bar as you pay for your groceries and the older lady at the counter chuckles.

Cerise looks at you with an annoyed pout as she crosses her arms. You ruffle her hair, "I'm sorry, Cece," you say and kiss her forehead behind her bangs.

You're too busy with the cashier to see Cerise slip down from the cart and wander off. When you finish paying and turn to hand her a box of raspberries, your heart sinks. "Cece?" you call, turning to the old woman who doesn't know how to help you.

Your heart thumps loudly, your skin clammy and cold as you abandon your groceries and call out again, "Cerise!"

The store isn't that huge so in theory, Cerise shouldn't be far and you just pray she didn't wander off into the open road. You feel hopeless until you turn into the fruit aisle.

Your breath leaves you when you see Cerise. "Oh thank God!" you exclaim and run to her, kneeling on your knees and pulling her into your arms. You hold her to you and caress her pigtails. "You can't scare Mummy like that, okay?" you whisper into her small shoulder.

"The man said he would buy me candy," Cerise declares, holding onto your neck.

"What?!" you exclaim, finally looking up at the man who'd been talking to your daughter. You're prepared to find some creepy old man but instead, a familiar face is staring down at you.

He's dressed in dressy clothes, his hair slicked neatly, and he has a thick mustache—he didn't have a mustache the last time you saw him, but that had been four years ago.

This has to be a joke. "Y/n?" Tangerine says your name so smoothly and the sound causes a shiver down your spine. You stand, taking Cerise into your arms as she holds onto you.

"Tangerine," you whisper, staring into his striking blue eyes and you realize with a heavy heart that Cerise's are truly a carbon copy of his.

Tangerine looks at the child in your arms and clears his throat, "I- she ran over here and started talking to me. She wanted candy and I said I could buy 'er a chocolate bar if she'd help me find 'er parents—are ya—?"

"Yeah, she's mine," you say, voice strained. "I- thank you for the offer but I told her no to candy."

Tangerine looks embarrassed and he rubs his nape as he says, "Y-yeah, sorry." He looks at Cerise more closely as she turns her head to him and smiles. "How old is she?" he asks and your heart pounds.

Tangerine is smart, and you wonder if he sees through you already. You wonder if he'll know she's his daughter.

You feel your cheeks warm. "She just turned four." You can't lie to him. You've never been able to lie directly to his face. He's always known you too well for that. Tangerine's face falls for a moment and you can almost see the panic. He blinks and then his expression turns blank as if a switch had been turned on.

You always hated it when he did that.

"Ah, right, well, it'was pleasant seeing ya, darlin'," he says, adjusting his cuffs, and just like that he turns away without a second glance and he disappears from your life—again.

Your heart feels like someone had just stomped on it a thousand times and you want to cry. You hold Cerise tighter as she plays with your hair.

He didn't even ask for her name.

* * *

"You didn't even ask for her name?" Lemon asks with disbelief, watching from the small couch in their hotel room as his brother completely loses his mind.

Tangerine doesn't look at Lemon and his voice is strained, "Why would I do that?"

"'Cause she's probably your kid, dimwit," Lemon sounds unamused.

"Bull," Tangerine throws the knife he'd been using to cut an apple into the small sink and turns around, angrily popping a slice into his mouth, "Absolute bull, Lem, she's not mine. I mean—Y/n was definitely with other guys after me—like I was with other girls—" his sentence dies.

"Yeah, 'cause you're a slut, and the only reason ya shagged those other birds that soon was because you missed 'er and wouldn't admit it. Ya know she isn't like that. She's better than ya," Lemon says honestly.

"And she was madly in love with ya. Isn't that why we left? Because she loved ya and you loved her? 'Cause ya didn't want her mixed up in our life? Do'you really think she'd fuck some other bastard that soon? No. Tangerine, that kid is yours."

Tangerine pinches the bridge of his nose, "No. She would have told me."

"Would she?" Lemon raises an eyebrow, "You left 'er."

Tangerine is annoyed at Lemon because he's right. He isn't stupid, the little girl with you had looked too much like him not to be his daughter, and that realization alone makes him want to throw up.

He cannot be a father—not when he couldn't even be a good lover. You and your baby girl deserved so much better than him.

"Listen, it's your life, but will ya ever forgive yourself if ya don't at least find out for sure?" Lemon adds, looking at his brother with sympathy. He shrugs. "If anything, bruv, help 'er with money. Ya'know we have loads extra and t'is the least you could do for 'er."

Tangerine knows Lemon's right—at least on the money. He wants you and your baby to live comfortably.

"Yeah," is all he answers.

* * *

You feel tired gross and dirty as Cerise runs around your small suburban house outside of the city, refusing to put on her socks. You haven't showered in three terribly long days and your hair is a mess.

"Cece, no, come here," you say, desperately trying to keep your phone pressed to your ear to continue your conversation.

"No mum, I know that and I've been looking around but I can't afford any private pre-schools," you say, catching Cerise mid-run and scooping her into your arms, "I turned out just fine without a fancy pre-school, didn't I?"

Your mother continues to chat your ear off you hear the doorbell and you position Cerise on your hip, ignoring her cries as you try and find her little feet. "Mum, someone's at the door, I'll call you later, okay," you say, walking and opening the door.

You're thankful that your mother hung up because otherwise, she would have heard your gasp as you see who your visitor is.

"Tangerine," you say, holding Cerise closer as you put your phone in the back pocket of your jeans.

"Hi, darlin'," Tangerine says. He's holding a basket filled with cookies, candies, and flowers. Your favorites. "Can I come in?" he asks.

You're star-struck as you nod and move aside so he can come inside. You shut the door behind him and set Cerise down, who immediately runs back to the living room where her toys are scattered around. Tangerine can't hide his smile as he watches her. "How did you find me?" you ask quietly, which causes him to turn around and hand you the basket.

You take it as he says, "I have my ways," he cracks an all-too-familiar smile that makes your heart flutter.

"Cryptic," you tease, your sentence dying, you look down and then try to tame your hair, "Sorry—I look like such a mess," you whisper.

Tangerine smiles kindly, "Nonsense, you look beautiful."

You strain a smile and focus on the real question, "Tangerine, why are you here?"

He walks closer and it takes everything in you not to stay put and let his warmth envelope you.

God, you missed him.

Instead, you back away and stare into his eyes. "Y/n, is she mine?" he whispers, his voice cracking.

You frown. "No," you say, and then your voice softens, "I mean yes, she has your DNA but she's not yours. You don't even know her name. You don't know her. She's mine. I'm her mother and you're just some guy I fucked," your voice sounds breathless and you inhale as you shut your mouth. You feel dizzy as you see Tangerine's hurt look.

"I deserved that," he says calmly after a moment and runs a hand in his hair, "But, was I really just someone you fucked?" he asks, unfamiliar insecurities creeping into his voice.

You lean against your wall, exhausted, "I- no- you weren't but you left," you say.

"I had to leave—ya don't understand—"

"Yeah, because you never let me understand," you whisper and look up at him with a look that leaves him completely heartbroken.

He sniffs and looks away and down the hall where he sees Cerise run up to you and envelop her tiny hands around your knees. She looks up at him, her eyes round and her brown curly hair framing her forehead, and she smiles.

Tangerine knees feel weak as she grins at him and he knows that he would kill to make so no one ever wipes that smile from his daughter's face. He would rather die. He looks up at you and you're running a hand in Cerise's hair— "Maybe you should leave—"

"What's her name?" he interrupts and looks at you for permission to let him kneel and speak to her.

You nod, unable to deny him that.

"Hi, angel, what's your name?" he says and crouches in front of her, smiling as he looks at her. She's adorable. She looks like you. Tangerine's heart melts.

"Cece," she says, holding you tighter and looking up at you.

"Cerise," you say as Tangerine stands again, "It means Cherry in French, but everyone just calls her Cece because she can't pronounce her full name correctly yet."

Tangerine smiles, "It's a very pretty name," he looks you over and then clears his throat, "Would you mind if I–stay a little?"

You look at him sternly and frown, "I was gonna take her to the playground. She has so much energy this afternoon," you whisper and Cerise takes this as a cue to sprint back into the living room and make more chaos.

"One cuppa?" Tangerine almost pleads again, his tone hopeful. He looks genuinely sincere. "I want to know all about her—and you," he pauses and then hesitates, "I did miss you, darlin'."

Your heart clenches and you run a hand in your hair again, murmuring a curse under your breath. You missed him too.

"One cup," you say and hold out your arm to take his suit jacket, "on the condition we drink it at Cerise's play-table. I promised her I'd play with her."

Tangerine nods and sheds his suit jacket and his shoes. He looks around your house at all the pictures you have of your friends, family, and of course Cerise. His heart aches and he realizes that he's missing from all these pictures.

"Black tea?" you call from the kitchen and Tangerine smiles. You remember that it's his favorite.

"Yes, luv, thank you."

So, Tangerine finds himself sitting on one of Cerise's small chairs as she sits in front of him, pouring him some invisible tea in the tiny cup on the small table in front of him. His knees bang on the table and Cerise looks at him, her tiny nose scrunched in disapproval.

Tangerine's heart flutters. She looks so much like you. "Sorry, angel," he whispers and steadies the table with his hand.

Cerise hums and continues to pour air into the cups.

You walk back in, holding a mug of tea for Tangerine and one for you and Cerise to share. You can't help the smile that forms on your lips when you see Tangerine sitting with your daughter.

You sit on the ground next to them and hand him his cup. He shakes his head, causing you to put the mug down near his arm, and he picks up the small cup and pretends to sip the non-existent contents for Cerise.

The little girl's smile widens when he says, "Mmm, yum," and puts the cup down. Your heart melts when you hear Cerise's happy laugh and she says,

"There's no tea in there, silly," she tilts her head, "it's all pretend."

Tangerine looks embarrassed and you feel bad so you put your hand on his arm, silently thanking him for the kind gesture. "She's a smart kid—she just has a big imagination," you explain softly, smiling at Tangerine kindly.

You hate how familiar this feels but oh god do you love it too.

"She's smart, just like you," Tangerine breathes out, drinking his real tea this time and he puts his hand on the one you have on his forearm. "I'm sorry," he says sincerely, his voice small and as you stare into his eyes, time stands frozen.

You strain a small smile and answer honestly. "We'll have plenty of time for sorries," you whisper and are revived by the instant nod Tangerine does.

Yes, we will, he says with his eyes, and although he wouldn't say it aloud, he's determined not to leave you again.

"For now, let's have a tea party," you tickle Cerise's tummy with your other hand.

Cerise giggles and Tangerine knows he's done for.

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kooqitas · 5 months ago

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#pairing: friends-dad!wonwoo x reader.

#genre: smut | #w.c: ~1500

#synopsis: it was just a ride offered by your friend's dad, what could go wrong?

#warnings: semi-public sex (car), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, agegap, spit, humiliation, overstimulation. WITHOUT DADDY KINK, THE NAME WAS JUST A JOKE!

#notes: not proofread, english isn’t my first language! ★ m.list | inbox

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the moment wonwoo's car turned down the street, you regretted accepting that ride.

wonwoo is your friend's father, she's not your best friend, but you've known each other for a few months, you used to go to parties together, and this was the first time you went to her house. she always said that her father wasn't old, but wonwoo is like 15 years older than you? god, how young did he become a father? whatever, you know a hot man when you see one, and of course wonwoo is really hot.

because of the heavy rain, it was impossible to order an uber to your house, so wonwoo offered you a ride since his daughter was going to her boyfriend's house. at first you rejected it, you said you would find a way, but your friend insisted so much that it seemed rude to reject jeon's ride.

as soon as the rain stopped, wonwoo took the car out, you got in the vehicle, buckled your seat belt and regretted it instantly.

wonwoo was stupidly hot and watching him drive was driving you crazy, he smelled so good and his lips were so inviting that you didn't even realize when you started having impure thoughts about the man next to you. your friend's father.

your brain betrayed you, and you started thinking about the thick fingers that were on the steering wheel inside you, slowly opening you up to prepare for his cock. what would wonwoo's cock be like? following the logic of the proportions of his body he would probably be hot... and thick… oh, god!

"what are you thinking?" he asked you.

“w-what?”

“you are cute.” he laughed.

“oh, shut up, i’m not cute, cute is for child, i’m not a child.” you grumbled.

he laughed again, biting his own lips.

“yes, i know very well that you are not a child.”

you gasped. was wonwoo flirting with you? what the hell. no, that’s impossible, you are crazy. definitely crazy.

“but you know... you can call me 'daddy' if you want too”

“mrs. jeon” your voice was a little shaky.

“no, sweetheart, just wonwoo. unless it's a kink for you…”

“wha- what are you d-”

wonwoo stopped the car, and only then did you realize that he wasn't even following the gps location, you were on a dark street, completely deserted, the raindrops were still falling lightly outside the car, so wonwoo faced you, firmly, making your body shake.

“i'm not gonna do anything you don't want, honey. but don't act like you're not a dirty girl who stared at me lustfully in my own house, don't pretend like you didn't look at my fingers on the steering wheel like you didn't imagine them inside you.” wonwoo said in a scoundrel tone, making you cringe, you no longer knew if it was from humiliation or lust.

“i’m-”

“you? what do you want, baby? will you deny your own desire? or are you gonna assume that you want my cock opening up that pussy, hm?”

“wonwoo…”

“what, kitten? do you want be treated with care? or i can just use you however i want? mistreat you completely, use you for my pleasure?”

wonwoo's right hand rested on your thigh, looking at you before leaving an unchaste caress there, he laughed when you surrendered, opening your legs in anticipation of him raising his hand a little further, his warm finger in contact with your skin the cold air conditioning makes you horny.

wonwoo took off his seat belt, and slapped his thigh twice, you immediately sat there, without any kind of questioning, he laughed, the mocking laugh making you feel a little humiliated.

"don't you think you're the worst kind of whore? fucking your friend's father? you're so disgusting."

the way he spoke gave you a feeling of heat that you had never felt before, unconsciously you began to roll slowly on his lap. god, fuck any moral ethics, wonwoo was fucking hot and your cunt was starting to get wet.

“that is? does this excite you? knowing that your friend's father is gonna fuck you, will treat you like the disgusting whore you are?”

“y-yes” you moaned.

wonwoo laughed in contempt, clenching your jaw and finally kissing you, his tongue tasted like beer and even though you weren't the biggest fan of the drink you loved it, wonwoo was dominant, he led the kiss the way he wanted, sucking your tongue leaving not so light bites on your lips and it was driving you crazy.

you felt when his firm hands lowered the thin strap of your shirt, exposing your nipples and then he lightly brushed his index finger there, making you tremble in anticipation.

wonwoo continued devouring you with his mouth, the man seemed ready to destroy you with a kiss and if he continued at that pace he would easily succeed, the hot tongue curling with more and more desire in his and the kiss smacks becoming more and more wet in your mouth, his fingers making sloppy movements on your needy nipples.

you felt a hand move down from your nipple to your baggy shorts, and then a finger brushed against your panties, making you moan loudly.

“needy whore!” wonwoo laughed.

wonwoo started kissing and biting your neck, the bites hurt like hell, it would clearly leave a mark, but you were loving it, and the moans and gasps you made made it evident.

"are you gonna tell my daughter who marked that neck? are you gonna tell her that you are a desperate whore who gave your pussy to her father in the car?"

“wonwoo…”

wonwoo placed two fingers inside you, making you scream from the shock of the long fingers entering your cunt, he had no difficulty placing his fingers there, easily reaching your g-spot while still marking your neck voraciously.

"dumb bitch, do anything for cock!"

he added another finger, your eyes rolling back, your body was sweating even with the air conditioning in the car, you didn't care about anything anymore, you just wanted wonwoo inside you. he tore your shorts and laid the seat back a little further, kissing your mouth again.

“i'm gonna to fill this pussy up, you'll go home dripping with my cum like a good toy!”

wonwoo removed his fingers from inside you, putting them in his mouth and sucking out every drop of your liquid, and then removed his belt, lowering his pants and underwear right after.

his purple cock made you salivate, at the same time it scared you, you didn't imagine it would be so fat, it terrified you and made you even more horny, every inch of you would receive wonwoo's dick, he would open you up like no one had ever done before .

"you're gonna take my dick like a good slut, aren't you? i'm gonna be able to spread you wide open and you're gonna thank me, right?"

you nodded, and in the next second, wonwoo was entering you.

at first he was gentle, rubbing sloppy circles on your clit until you got used to his size, but a few minutes later wonwoo was thrusting into you like crazy and moaning like an animal.

"i knew that whore's pussy was gonna open wide for my cock!”

he said as he mistreated your pussy with strong thrusts, you didn't think about anything else, you didn't think about the fact that he was your friend's father, you didn't think about the fact that you were on a deserted street, you couldn't think about anything other than how good it was the feeling of having wonwoo hitting your uterus hard.

he grabbed your waist and made you bounce on him, his firm hand pushing you up and down on his fat cock while your belly tingled.

"god, i’m gonna-"

"cum on my dick, whore, cum because i’m gonna cum inside you, i’m gonna fill that pussy with my sperm."

wonwoo laughed in a machiavellian way, and then spat in your mouth, forcing two fingers down your throat, you accepted them, sucked as if it were wonwoo's own cock while facing him, feeling the lust growing in your belly growing more and more.

when he wiped his fingers of saliva on your hardened nipple, you came, screaming so loud that, even though you were on the deserted street, you were still afraid that other people would hear.

when your body started to shake, wonwoo seemed more motivated to destroy you, and continued thrusting against your pussy.

"my freaky bitch only stops when i decide it's over?" he questions seeing that you just accepted his rough pace. "i like it! my daughter has the best friend in the world!"

wonwoo thrust you a few more times, until he came apart inside you, moaning loudly and throwing his head back, your insides becoming completely sticky with your friend's father's sperm.

you still moved, sensitive from the orgasm, but still rubbing against the cock that wasn't completely softened, you wanted more, he wanted more.

fuck any morals, you needed to enjoy the rest of the night together...

and it was with this in mind that wonwoo searched on the gps where the nearest motel was.

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writingoddess1125 · 1 year ago

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The old men of One Piece finding out they have a child with you. Final Part

Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk X FemReader

Healthy mix of Angst and Fluff.

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Author Note at End!-

Buggy

Dee woke up first, feeling the scratching of wood on his face. Sitting up quickly he saw they were in a cell- more accurately the brig of a ship. Sitting up quickly he felt his head throbbing in discomfort, he saw Bee also knocked out and shook him hard.

"Get up-" He hissed, smacking Bee across the cheek which snapped him away.

"What the h-" Dee slammed his hand against his brothers lips quickly. Bee noticing were they were and rubbing the side of his head. Dee carefully removing his hand-

"We have to be quiet..."

"Do you remeber what happened?" Bee questioned, Dee shaking his head. It was all too fuzzy for him to remeber.

"Doesnt matter.. we just gotta get out of here" Bee nodded at this and both kids stood up, Dee deciding to climb to the top of the cell greatful he had been in the crowsnest for a while and learned how to climb the mast.

"Hey this ship is old enough, I think if we push in this plank will pop up and we can try and shimmy our way up"

Bee followed his twins lead and climbed up next to him- Both beginning to push on the plank and pry it from its position. Dee greatful they were both skinny kids slipped his way through the open planking the dim space before pulling Bee up behind him. Once in they looked around.

They stared in awe- realizing this is must have been were they were stashing the treasure- it was small just big enough for the twins to stand with an inch of head space above them.

Bee grabbed some gold coins and shoved them into his pocket with a greedy smile. However Dee eyes went to a series of 3 boxes nearly stuck in a corner, kneeling down as he grabbed one and cracked it open seeing some odd looking fruit.

"Did you find food?" Bee said appearing like the Imp he was and peering down at it- it was boxes of fruit. Both boys groaned at the sight, You forced them to eat fruit most the time since they didn't really have a taste for healthy. Bee picked up the first one he saw and held it with one hand and frowned-

"That's it? Just some old fruit? They don't even have chocolate?" He grumbled figuring better tasting stuff was more valuable.

"Just shut up and eat it- We don't know if we will get food again" Dee argued back, Grabbing one from the box as well. Insync the two took a bite of their respective fruits and shivered in disgust as they tasted it. Bee barely able to swallow the first bite and quickly chucked it at a wall-

"What the hell was that!?" He yelled, Dee chewing his own in disgust before his eyes widened as he covered his brothers mouth. But it was far too late. Heavy footsteps quickly marched above them and both boys hit as the secret hatch above them opened- they saw a large pale man frowning as he looked at his secret treasures, he had a big purple fur coat, a wide brim hat that matched, way too small of eyes that made him look squashed like a pug. As he looked around clearly keeping an eye on his treasure Dee unfortunately was not keeping an eye on Bee who had grabbed a gold Dagger from the collection of goods and stabbed the captians hand. The large man yelled and jumped back-

Just like with all things- It seemed improve was Bee's go to!

Like two little rabbits both boys rushed out of the hiding hole and rushed out the Captian's Quarters while the blinged out Captian yelled and yanked the knife from his hand.

Dee and Bee ran through the halls of the ship, This wasn't like their dad's so it was difficult to navigate. However as if luck was on their side they rushed to the Main Deck- there they saw the ship and crew-

It was like they got flash banged by glitter- All the crew mates were wearing sequence in some way while the ship looked like someone had dunked it in cheap glitter and rhinestones.

"Did we get kidnapped by literally the lamest pirates?-" Bee questioned as the crew looked at the twins in shock.

"The hostages are escaping!!!" A crewmate yelled as all hell broke loose, The boys scrambled and darted in different directions. Dodging and lacing through the grown men at best they could- the boys were quite literally running laps around these idiots and having them knock into each other-

"Enough!!" What was assumed was the first mate held a gun up and fired directly at Dee clearly not caring about keeping a hostage for ransom anymore.

Dee stood in shock as the bullet came right at him- Before silence. Bee stood there in shock as Dee slowly looked down, There sat the bullet perfectly stuck to his chest. Carefully he pulled it off him and dropped it to the ground. Shocked just as much as the Crew members.

"THEY MUST HAVE EATEN A DEVIL FRUIT! THROW THEM OVERBOARD!!"

The Crew yelled before the grown men all charged at the boys- Dee picking up an oar and ready to defend himself. Till the oar didn't come off his hands- he started to wave it around wildly to get it off, Hitting the men in the process of doing so.

"Sorry!!" He yelled as he tried to kick off the oar from his hands but it smacked a guy in his teeth and landed perfectly back in his grasp sticking once again. His feet sticking to the ground as he bent backwards as a guy jumped at him and jumped into the sea around them.

"I-Im sorry!-" Dee cried as he spun around and the oar stuck to him swung and smacked another pirate inbetween the legs.

The oar finally unsticking from his hands and falling to the floor with a unflattering thud.

He looked to hear cackling as he watched Bee have the damn time of his life- He bounced like a spring everywhere, going incredibly fast as he punched different crewmates with the force of the abilities.

It seemed everytime Bee swung a wave of force would come out of him sending men flying at kicks and punches. He laughed loudly at this and looked on at the destruction he was causing.

Once all the crew mates were knocked out the hard steps and laughter from the Lower Deck caught their attention. The massive Captian clapping in praise as he walked up to the Main Deck.

"The Tack Tack fruit and the Bam Bam Fruit- Fitting you two would stumble upon it! One makes you Just sticky enough that nothing on the outside can harm you just stick, while the Bam Bam fruit lets you double your natural abilties every time you hit it twice"

The Captian bellowed as he stared down at the two boys- Pulling off his coat with a laugh revealing the many gold chains on his body and heavy rings on his fingers.

"Behold a true devil fruit! The Bling Bling Fruit!" He yelled as he clapped his hands and his whole body turned into glittering gold before punching the ground hard shattering thay part of the deck, The boys jumped out of the way of the impact.

"Too bad it won't keep you from being crusted to death!!" He yelled as he began to jump and use himself as a human Canonball- The boys barely dodging the attacks, the few times Bee tried to make a hit the mental just hurt his hands and made him jump away.

The Blinged out Captian continue to terrorize the boys, as well as landing blows on them that they barely were able to escape.

The Captian laughed loudly as the two boys were just trying a means to escape at this point, The older man hitting Dee who flung overboard barely able to stick to the side of the ship to keep from hitting the water.

"DANNY!" Bee called out as he rushed to pull his brother up. As he did so he saw the Captian power up and jump ready to crush to two under his weight.

"BLING BLING CRUSSH- OOF!-" He cried out as a Special Muggy Ball suddently smacked into his back exploding and propelled him into the ocean past the two kids. Both boys frozen as they saw The Big Top ship came into View, Buggy at the front as massive hooks came to the side of the blinged out ship and pulled it close.

"DAD!!!" Both boys cried out, Buggy and You rushing from the Big Top to the smaller pirate ship quickly and towards the twins. Buggy using his Chop Chop abilities to grab both twins from so close to the rails and pull them close.

"Oh thank Heavens you're alright!!" You cried out as you kissed their faces, tears rushing down your cheeks as you held them both close.

"How did you find us?" Bee fried out, As you smoothed your hand over his and Dee's face.

"You don't make your ship shiny cause you turn into a sailing Lighthouse thay anyone can track-" Buggy pointed out as he gestured to the glittery ship.

"Are you two hurt? Oh my goodness is that a busted lip!?" You cried as you looked at Dee's face.

"We are okay, we did most of the damage anyway! And the bullets didn't hurt me!"

"Yeah We were beating them all up too! And fought the whole crew with our awesome abilties!!" Bee yelled excitedly.

Buggy froze at this like a record scratch, staring at his sons with the most deadpan stare he could possibly muster as his eye twitched.

"Boys- Please elaborate on what the hell you mean by that?-" He asked as he put one of each hand on his shoulder and kneeled down to their eyelevel.

Bee grinned widely at this as he giggled excitedly, before snacking Dee and his hand sticking to his brothers face. Dee glared at this and yanked him off him aggressively before kicking his brother in the shin- making Bee cry out and hop on one leg, of course after that second jump he shot through the air.

Buggy giving his signature scream in shock before his hands flew out and grabbed Bee quickly before he flew into the ocean.

"YOU TWO ATE DEVIL FRUITS?!" He screamed out as he brought back bee carefully and proceeded to grill them on finding out how and why-

"Yeah the Tack Tack fruit and the Bam Bam fruit!!" Boy boys said in unison.

They ate a devil fruit- both ate a devil fruit... you turned away and felt your body stagger a bit as the words that Buggy was screaming in panic about to the twins was mumbled on you-

Both of them... Cursed to never swim... while you're out on sea... and both of them are pre-teen boys that don't listen...

You didn't remeber your face smashing into the main deck due to you fainting- However you sure as hell felt it when next thing you know Buggy is fanning your face and holding you in his lap in panic. Your boys standing around you as well and a few crewmates with a wet rag for you and a first aid kit.

"Buggy... please tell me your genes did not win and have not one...but both our twins eat a devil fruit"

You whimper out, Buggy wincing at your words a little and nodding that unfortunately it was true-

"Oh dear Gods..." You sigh- almost ready to faint again.

"Mommy I promise we won't cause any trouble" You heard Bee said, his voice softer then normal as he was clearly worried. Dee nodding in agreement as he too looked worried that you were mad at them.

"I know my loves- I... it's just very dangerous"

You say softly, Sitting up with the help of Biggy who rubs your back in comfort. Dee and Bee stand there nervous for a moment, before Dee whispers to his brother who grins and reach into his baggy pants pockets.

"Here Mommy! I have just the thing to show we will be okay- TAHA!" He yelled out as he pulled out two large handfuls of treasure.

Both you and Buggy's jaw drops at the sight. "Where did you get that!?" You yell and Dee smiles at this.

"On that ship we escaped" He said proudly, Buggy started in saying to bring it to the treasure room but the boys refused. Saying it was theirs and they would hide it in the best spot! Running from the both of you laughing as they plotted their treasure spot.

"I suppose a Pirates life is for them" You said with a tired chuckle, staring at the two as they ran away to the lower deck. Buggy helped you stand fully this time, not bothering to chase the kids for their nice lump of treasure.

"They will be amazing pirates for sure- and great men"

Feeling a arm around your waist, glancing up with a raised brow to see Buggy wide grin.

"You know, I haven't gotten that much time with the boys especially in those important younger years. I did miss so much and wish I got to experience those baby years as a Dad"

You slowly raised your brow as your eyes narrowed at the man who continued to grin with mischief in his eyes.

"What if we-"

You sent him a glare that made him smile nervously.

"Hell Fucking No-"

Shanks

It had been about 6 months since Shanks had returned into Vivians life. It had been slow going but getting there. The two had days were it was just them together and you could see that spark in Vivian's eye slowly coming back as her and Shanks hung out more-

Today was one of those days, Both having returned from a day out boating and having a picnic.

"Hey Mommy! We're home!" Vivian yelled put holding the empty picnic basket in her arms as Shanks smiled at you.

"Hey you two, How was today's boating adventure?" You ask, Smirking at the proud smile on Shanks face as Vivian began to mindlessly chatter about how much fun she had with Shanks. The man was clearly doing everything in his power to make it up to Vivian.

"I'm glad you two had fun"

As you speak this a wash off a odd feeling it you- You lean against the countertop, feeling lighthearted and dizzy. Assuming you had first thought you may have over worked yourself or not had enough water.

"(Y/N)?.." You hear Shanks call out to you as you felt odd. Closing your eyes as you staggered and fell being barely caught by a panic Shanks who called your name but the words warping before you feel unconscious.

When the doctor had arrived he had done every test imaginable and came out with grim results. An illness that couldn't be cursed and only be drawn out- he did everything he could in terms of medication however you all knew it was grim. Vivian took the news worse then anyone, insisting that you could improve if she did more. You and Shanks both having to slow her down and keep her from having a breakdown at that.

It had been a month since your diagnosis and you knew you were rapidly falling apart. Your legs being the first thing that went- you lips starting to get a sickly shade of blue and pain coursing through your form at all times. Vivian having decided to try and become a sort of care taker for you despite Shanks being there who helped you daily, she was desperate in wanting you to get better and it broke your heart to see-

"It's okay Mommy, you'll get better. Just takes time"

Laying in bed you watch Vivican fuss with your blankets talking about keeping you warm so you could get better. However you knew you wouldn't... your time was approaching and there wasn't anything to be done.

"Vi.. could you do me a favor and run to the market to get my favorite icecream?" You ask softly, watching her nod and run downstairs to do as you asked. Leaving you and Shanks alone, there was a few moments of silence before you sighed.

"Shanks... when I'm gone please take Vivian with you... she can't be alone" Shanks opened his mouth, most likely yo protest you dying but you held a hand up calmly.

"I know what will be happening to me... and in truth, I don't want to suffer either.. which is the second thing I need to ask of you-"

You saw his eyes water at this, bowing his head at the words. You knew you were asking too much of him- But he was the only one you trusted now and needed his help.

"What do you want done?..." He asked softly, his voice barely over a whisper.

"First... I want to have a nice dinner with all of you- And I want to tuck Vivian in... after she goes to bed.. me and you share one final drink together"

You say calmly, reaching over to grab the bottle of pain pills the doctor had given you. Holding the bottle out to him, his resolve cracking at this as tears rolled down his cheeks. Clutching the bottle hard and nodding.

"Okay... I can do that... And after?" He spoke between tears and trying to control his emotions. Tears running down your own cheeks at this point.

"Cremation.. and my ashes spread in the sea... the most beautiful place you can think of"

Shanks nodded at this tears running down his cheeks as he slipped the bottle into his jacket pocket for later.

When Vivian got back she was met with a surprising display, both her parents in the kitchen cooking. You seated on one of the chairs slowly and carefully cutting up ingredients while her father was stood adding it to different pots and mixing it with a spoon.

"Ah Vi, Thank you for the ice cream love. Wanna help us make dinner?"

Vivian smiled widely at this and nodded. It turned into a wonderful time together, the family making a wonderful curry dinner that was filled with laughter and nice stories- You and Shanks talking about your guys dating in the past, Vivian felt like she was in cloud nine. You were smiling and cheerful while Shanks was attentive and kind.

Once having your fill and eating the ice cream together Vivian watched you and Shanks together. After the family time Shanks carried you upstairs to Vivian's room were you read to her, kissing her forehead and tucking her in to the best of your abilities.

That evening once Vivian was put to bed Shanks laid you back in your own, careful in his task as he tucked you in with his hand and added several pillows to make you comforble.

Once laid out he grabbed two bottles of Rum. With shaking hands he added the crushed up pain pills in one and mixed it calmly before handing it to you.

Tears rolling down both of your guys cheeks as you both sat there together. Shanks leaned over and gently kisses your lips, sniffling as tears rushed down his cheek.

"I want to say I love you (Y/N)... and you have blessed me with not only your presence but our beautiful daughter.."

You smile at his kind words, returning the kiss and caressing his cheek.

"I love you too Shanks, you are a wonderful man who made me a Mother to a beautiful daughter.. I know you'll take wonderful care of her"

Holding your bottle up you both cheers and take the first sip of many, At this you two drink that night and for the final time.

When day rose, you were gone. Vivian had been woken up by the sound of the doctor talking, rushing out to see him and Shanks talking calmly his face red from crying. She rushed to him and peered into your room were a white sheet covered your form. Her eyes widening and her body running cold at the sight- She didn't even hear the words from Shanks as he laid a hand on her shoulder.

She stepped forward and he followed silently behind as she took a seat on the bed and touched the outline of your hand. Tears running down her cheeks as she looked on at your covered form, her hand hesitating in wanting to lift the shroud but stopped herself. Instead looking at Shanks who was silently crying while standing there.

"W-Was she in pain?" She asked, Shanks shook his head no at this. Vi nodded softly at this, before standing up from her seat and stepping towards Shanks and pressed her face against him- slowly her sobs began to fill the room as she wrapped her arms around his leg and cried. Shanks placing a hand on her head as he let her, she needed to cry.

The next few days had been a blur, Vivian had said her final goodbyes to you, crying by your side before the doctor took your body to he cremated. Shanks took control, he had organized the memorial, picked up the ashes to bring with him on his journey to sea and been with Vivian every step of the way. Vivian keeping the rights to the house and bakery when she wished to return, as well as packing up her room to be set onto his ship.

It was so much going on and all too quickly, yet it seemed like he was watching it in slow motion. Watching how Vivian looked out at sea or held the apron you always wore, it was hard for her yet she seemed to understand and accept it as well.

"Vivian.. are you ready?" Shanks called out, Stepping into her empty room as he crew took the last few boxes to his ship. She was standing there looking out the window holding your apron. Snapping from her thoughts she looked at him and nodded, folding the apron and putting it in her suitcase before following Shanks silently.

Once to the ship Vivian hesitated for a while, standing there as she watched the ship bustle to set sail as quickly as possible. She turned to look at the island, holding her suitcase still as the wind picked up through her red hair.

Vivian stood there, tears running down her cheeks as she looked out at what had once been her home with you.. her life that she knew with you was gone.

Feeling a hand on her back she looked up to see Shanks, looking as glum as her as he looked down at her. No words would be a comfort to her, they both knew that... but ironically they would only have each other from now on and the memories of you to keep them floating.

Mihawk

It was like clash of the titans in your home- Ever since you and Mihawk's tumble on the couch.

Mihawk and Alucare seemed to be constantly and silently fighting with each other. While they claimed it was training you were pretty sure Alucare taking a razor to the back of Mihawk's head was not apart of training or the need for Mihawk to quite literally toss his son to the other side of the island as punishment.

However it seemed in some way they were getting along- mainly when the two did real training in the orchard by your home. Since Alucare had a interest in blades Mihaek had taken up to training him- even procuring a curved sword he called a kilij to train him with. Alucare had taken up to this training well and had been getting better everyday. It had genuinely turned into a rather picturesque family envirment for the past few months much to your delight.

Today was just the same, Alucare and Mihawk up at dawn to train- Then silently fighting with each other, you cleaned up from breakfast and right on cue Mihawk walked in having let Alucare leave for school taking a seat at the dining room table.

You two shared a small conversation with each other as Mihawk unwined, you pausing however to take a break.

You rubbed your lower back in mild discomfort, you didn't notice Mihawk's gaze on you. How his eyes lingered on your form as you moved through the house.

"Dinner? Sure we can have dinner together next week, sounds like fun- Oh before I forget let me get you some tea-"

"Let me" You heard him say, and stand up quickly. Gesturing for you to take a seat quickly as he went to make the tea.

"It's okay Mih-"

"You're back hurts. It's more then acceptable to make my own tea and for you to rest.. You shouldn't work yourself so hard" Mihawk says calmly and surprises you by how he just took over the kitchen and sets down a cup of lavender tea, you raised a brow at this since he normally drank black.

"It's just mild back pain-" You pointed out, narrowing your eyes at him. Something was clearly up.

"Let's go to the doctors... if you are uncomfortable it's safer" He insisted as he took a seat and sipped his own tea ignoring your hard stares.

"...You know something don't you?-" You point out adding some honey to the lavender tea. But he stays quiet and continued to sip his tea.

At first you refuses to go to the doctors, hoping to prybit out of Mihawk what he was hiding- However the man just kept pestering you to go. It only took a few hours of his nagging for you to decide to go.

A few hours passing and Alucare returned, Clearly having decided to skip classes again to just return home. Walking in cautiously to see Mihawk in the kitchen and you nowhere to be found.

"Where is mom?" Alucare asked as he saw Mihawk quickly chopping vegetables-

"She will be returning shortly-" was all he said, but Alucare knew that tone. The old man was up to something.

The door slammed open and both men turned in surprise looking like two startled black cats with their fur raised- You were never one to flare your temper but oh boy did you look pissed. Holding a paper in your hand and glaring hard at Mihawk.

"You knew!!" You yelled pointing at him, Alucare stepping to the side out of the line of fire. Mihawk lowered the cooking knife and turned to look at you as you stomped forward.

"What did the doctor say?" He asked calmly, a almost playful tone on his face as you tossed the paper directly to his chest which he caught and began reading through carefully.

"You knew you got me pregnant again! You knew this whole damn time didn't you!!" You yelled, Alucare jaw dropping at the news and clearly now wanting to leave the room.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" He said calmly as he read through the paper, a smirk on his face as he read through it. You snatch the doctors paper from his hands that indicated you were in the early stages of pregnancy.

"You knew!- You ass!" You blush flustered as you hold the papers. Mihawk staring at you blankly and shrugging slightly like he didn't know what you were talking about- You placed your hand on your hips and narrowed your gaze.

"Damn it Mihawk we are both too old for a baby! Besides I can't fit a newborn in this house its-"

"Come move in with me" Mihawk said, this surprised you and Alucare together over how serious Mihawk seemed about this.

"I have missed the birth of one of my children already.. as well as you being forced to raise him on his own- I will not allow it a second time... I want both of you to move in with me" He explained, Gesturing to both of you with his hands. An air of silence followed.

"Mihawk- I couldn't just mooch off of you, I mean what would they think if just a random person moved into your home? I-I wou-" You were cut off again with a raised hand.

"You wouldnt be mooching off of me, you will be my wife and if anyone who dares come to my island has an issue with you as my wife they will learn quickly not to-"

Pause. Wife? Your eyebrows raised at hearing this, your cheeks feeling far too warm and chest fluttering.

Alucare looking slightly surprised by this as well.

"Wife? Since when have you married my mother?-" Alucare demanded as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I planned on asking next week, however things have changed with the arrival of your sibling. So I'm asking now" He said bluntly.

That's when it clicked, thay dinner that Mihawk had asked you to join him at- That ment he was most likely going to propose then to you and ask you anyway to be his wife-

You covered your mouth in shock at this revolution. Mihawk smiled calmly at this, as he stepped closer to you. Alucare scrunched his face up in disgust at being caught in this sort of emotional situation.

"...If you're still interested I'd prefer to ask now. The ring order won't be ready till tommorow however..." Mihawk admitted as he placed his hands on your hips. Tears welling up in your eyes and you nodded.

"Yes, I will marry you-" You whisper out, Hugging the man you were so close to castrating just moments ago. Mihawk returning the gesture calmly as his hand settled on your waist.

"We will be moved out by the end of this week, it will be a bit of a sail to my Island so I will make sure everything is safe for the journey" He stated calmly, Alucare looking ready to barf at this point.

"I get no say in this do I-" Alucare asked as he stared at both of you.

"No."

"No-"

And that was that.

It seemed Mihawk really did manage to do as said, by the weeks end he had purchased a larger ship since he didn't think the Hitsugibune sea craft he usually used would carry you all comforbly and keep you safe. So he purchased a larger sea vessel, hiring also some local men to pack up the house and load everything onto the ship- Since your house was tiny it didn't take long.

Mihawk hadn't let you lift a finger- when you offered to help move things or even to cook lunch to bring on the journey he had refused and took the task himself. Alucare had also been weirdly okay with this all, he hadn't made a lot of friends in school so he wasnt attached to that- He'd explored all of the island and neighboring islands as well so he didn't care about the area-

Just like Mihawk had said, by the end of the week the small family was ready to depart- everything had been packed, enough food for up to 6 people to last a year instead of 3 as well as every supply imaginable.

You held Mihawk's had as he escorted you on the ship- still helicopering you. One hand on your lower back as he lead you on board.

"Mihawk Dear I'm not made of glass" You giggle softly, seeing the rather focused look on his eyes as he made sure you were fine while on board.

"I'm aware, but I wish for your safety only Darling" He says softly, Making you blush deeply and turn away in surprise. Alucare followed behind and rolled his eyed at the flirting between his parents.

Alucare looked at the island he had called home for the last time, feeling the tug of the small ship as it pulled from the docks ready to set sail.

This was the start of a new life.. and while he would never say it- he was excited for whatever was to come.

Author Note:

WOW! This sure has been one hell of a journey! I'm so glad that all of you have enjoyed these stories and have given me the chance to write for so many of you! These series has gifted me my first 800+ followers to my page and I couldn't be happier!

As a way to celebrate and yelp organize these stories I have organized them and put them on AO3! That and with some extra stories to go with them! They are also separated into individual stories as well!

Twice as Difficult Buggy x Reader and Twins

Memories that Wait Shanks x Reader and Vivian

Copy and Paste Mihawk x Reader and Alucare

Thank you all again and I hope to see you all soon!

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mypoisonedvine · 1 year ago

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Your Tommy’s little pet and he takes you to the races with him and gets pissed when you try to run away from him and fucks you in a somewhat public place. And it makes you regret even thinking about trying to run away from him because he’s Thomas mf Shelby

OH you filthy little genius. i love this

warnings: DARK NONCON SMUT 18+ only, public sex, implied kidnapping/captivity, breeding kink, possessiveness

"Did you really think you could get away from me?" he growled in your ear. "Did you really think I'd ever let you leave me?"

"Tommy, please, n-not here," you whimpered, reaching back to try to push his hips away to stop him from fucking you so hard, "people are looking at us..."

He grabbed your hand and roughly forced it back in front of you, holding it down against the railing that looked out over the track. "Let them look, darling," he purred, "doesn't change a fuckin' thing... you're mine. If Tommy Shelby wants to use his woman, doesn't matter where we are or who's watching... m'gonna use you how I like."

You tried to hide your burning face in your arms, whimpering as Tommy drove into you hard and fast; he straightened himself, no longer draping his body over yours, and you felt even more exposed by that somehow. It would be obvious to anyone who looked what he was doing to you, and anyone who heard the loud clapping of skin on skin was going to look...

The more you avoided the thought of how many people must be watching you now, seeing Tommy take you so brutally, the more you were forced to think about how he felt inside you-- how his cock stretched you open and drove deep within you until your legs began to shake. If it weren't for his tight grip on your hips holding you up, you probably would've collapsed onto the dirty floor of the betting parlor.

One of his hands began to run up your back, fingers petting your spine through your thin dress-- over the roar of the race, you could still hear his low hum of satisfaction. Against all logic, your body responded to his touch so well, goosebumps breaking out across your skin wherever his fingers roamed. He leaned down over you again, wanting you to hear clearly whatever he had to say.

"When everyone knows you're mine, there's nowhere for you to go," he explained lowly. "There's nowhere you can run from me, love-- they all know you're my woman. And they know how far I'll go to keep you."

You shuddered, hating the moan that suddenly left your mouth-- and hating more that he heard it loud and clear, as he made obvious with his proud little chuckle.

"How about I breed you right here, hm?" he purred as he pet your hair out of your face, groaning beside your ear. "In front of all these people... how about I fill you up nice and deep you can have a little Shelby of your own?"

You figured he really must have no shame at all: it was bad enough that he was fucking you here, but to conceive a child at the race track? Would he stoop that low just to degrade you? But, then again, he'd been promising to get you pregnant since the start-- for all you knew, you already were.

You had plenty of shame, though; it ran through you and made your stomach turn, yet it made a pang of heavy pleasure hit between your legs. It took you this long to realize that the humiliation of being fucked in public like this was spurring on your orgasm, rather than hindering it. Apparently, Tommy had awoken something rather twisted within you...

"C'mon then, love," he groaned roughly, "let me feel you come for me-- say my name."

You whined, knowing from experience that you were better off doing as he said now before he forced you to. "Tommy," you moaned, but he

"Nice and loud, darling-- let them all hear you," he encouraged. "Say it!"

"Tommy!" you cried, tossing your head back as your walls pulsed around him-- you kept your eyes shut tight, terrified to see how many eyes were lingering on you. He moaned proudly through a smile as he came inside you, wrapping one of his arms around your neck to keep you still as he buried himself as far inside you as he could reach.

"Good girl," he praised as he caught his breath, kissing the side of your face sweetly. "I bet every man here wishes you were his, wishes he could make you scream like that. But every man knows exactly who you belong to... so they'll just having to keep dreaming, won't they?"

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platonicyanderereverie · 6 days ago

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Can you write yan Childe, Capitano and Arle and a teen reader that they have to train because Tsarirsa sees potential in them to be the next harbinger? Tysm if you write this!

Thank you for your request‼️

Platonic yandere Childe,Capitano and Arlecchino with teen reader!

[Warnings!: none]

The tsaritsa herself had acknowledged your potential, potential tyat could fill in one of the empty seats of her soldiers...whether you chose to go along with it or not, you were personally tasked to one of the harbingers for further training.

Childe

Childe would take on the mantle with little to no protest. Honestly, it’s a good turnout for him—he has a sparring partner now! You’re a bit younger than he would like, but in a way, you remind him of his younger self.

He’s more than willing to spend hours trying to get you to be as versatile as possible. Just like him, he insists you know how to use as many weapons and techniques as possible when you’re training.

As time goes on, your spars and training with him become something he looks forward to dearly, so don’t disappoint him. He grows a tad protective, often “helping” you get patched up (in reality, he does all the work while you sit quietly and don’t protest) after duels.

Expect a good amount of little gifts too. He’s not above bragging about you to anyone who will listen—expect his siblings to know all about you before you’ve even met.

"Pretty good! Your form was a bit off near the end, but overall, a good improvement," he chuckles, his gloved hand finding its way to your hair.

"Tonia sent me some pastries. Let’s go enjoy them together, hm? You can’t become a Harbinger if you’re hungry all the time! Come on!"

Your boots dig into the snow as he rapidly drags you off. Even though he’s very upbeat about any improvement you make, he doesn’t seem willing to let go too soon.

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Capitano

Capitano takes his assignment very seriously. He’s firm and intimidating at first, but the more time you spend with him, the more you realize how patient he can be with you.

Of course, being trained by the number one Harbinger himself comes with heavy expectations. Capitano is meticulous with what and how he teaches you. War tactics are a particular focus, and you often hear him ramble about them during training.

You’re sure to be exhausted by the end of each day, but if the captain deems your performance satisfactory, you’ll receive a grunt of approval.

The captain feels rather strange about the soft, weak spot you eventually carve into his cold, rotting chest. He maintains a firm exterior, but you’ll notice moments when he offers you advice that seems almost... personal.

Though he won’t show it, Capitano takes quiet pride in your progress. In his eyes, you are destined to become a great Harbinger—a worthy servant of the Tsaritsa alongside him. Do not disappoint.

"You did well," he grunts in his deep tone, the sound ringing smoothly in your ears as he gives your shoulder a small squeeze of approval.

"If you’re still feeling restless... you’re welcome to take a walk with me."

"Your improvement has been satisfactory. At this pace, you’ll serve the Tsaritsa well," he hums as you trail behind him. Despite your legs feeling numb from the cold air biting at your cheeks, you wonder if you’ll ever not feel overwhelmed by his immense presence.

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Arlecchino

Arlecchino is arguably the most experienced in training someone for the position of Harbinger, given her work with Lyney in preparing him for the role of head of the House of the Hearth.

That being said, your initial interactions with her feel purely transactional. Her training covers a wide range of skills, and you’ll often be deployed on missions alongside other members of the Hearth.

Her evaluations are based on the results of these missions and the head-to-head fights she has with you, during which she carefully analyzes how you implement the tactics she has taught.

Since you’re training to work alongside her, expect words of caution and occasionally thinly veiled complaints about her colleagues.

She’ll be oddly pleased when you bond with the children of the Hearth, as communication and trust are key to her.

"Good. You were quick to dodge that. But remember, in a real fight, there will be no moments for hesitation," she says simply, her heels clicking against the ground as she approaches you.

"As a treat, how about you go aid Lyney and Lynette on a mission? It’s a simple one, really, and you can have the rest of the day to yourself afterward," she says, pausing beside you. Her fingers briefly tap your shoulder as she waits for your response.

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year ago

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«Fatherhood || Astarion ||

A/n: I’m doing it!

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“You have never been more beautiful to me than when you are heavy with my child.”

❝You’re glowing.❞

❝I think I’ve fallen more in love with you being pregnant.❞

“I will not leave your side, I promise.”

“I never thought babies were so…small.”

˃ ❝Look at how tiny her hands are!❞

“The word father suddenly has a nice ring to it.”

Honestly he should have expected it would happen and how it took so long for him to realize, well he couldn’t help but feel like an idiot. Did he is best trying to remember, trying to pinpoint when it happened.

He first thought you were sick from the amount of times you’d run off and thrown up, not to mention how much sweeter you blood was.

Which of course he stopped the moment you told him that you were expecting his child, he didn’t want to harm you or the little one.

Gale had his questions, but of course the man had his questions. He’s been acting like an older brother to you ever since you tugged his ass out of that damn portal.Astarion wished he would just go and fuck off somewhere, but of course not he just had to keep watch over you.

“Blundering oaf.”

“Did you say something Astarion?” You we’re doing your best to rest, you never thought a pregnancy could be this hard, this tedious.

Tensing, Astarion whipped his head around forcing a smile on his face. “I said, You have never been more beautiful to me than when you are heavy with my child.”

It wasn’t lie of course, you were rather radiant in his eyes but it’s not like he was about to admit his distaste in the man right now.

“You’re glowing.”Astarion cooed, stepping close to you as his fingers caressed your cheek.

Giving him a tired smile, you lent into his touch sighing softly. “You’re so sweet to me.”

“Of course I am darling, you mean the world to me….now get some rest. You are sleeping for two now.”

It did not take long for you to fall asleep, the rise and fall of your chest. Kneeling down in front of your sleeping form he gently grasped your hand in his own, his lips brushing the skin. “I think I’ve fallen more in love with you being pregnant.”

•

Astarion did his best not to flinch at your screams, the blood, your blood hitting his nose made him sick to his stomach, he couldn’t help but blame himself and when he heard another scream tare from your lips as he felt you clutch his hand tightly, a small sob escaped your lips.

“I will not leave your side, I promise.” He pressed a small kiss to the side of your head as he did his best to ignore instructions from the woman telling you too push.

You weren’t quite sure how long you’ve been on labour but it took one last push to hear the tiny cry of your child. Shadowheart smiling at your both as she cleaned off the baby, placing the newborn in your arms as you lent into Astarion’s chest.

Astarion titled his head to the side, he didn’t even that he had tears streaming down his face. His finger reaching out to caress the newborns cheek. She was so small, he already loved her.

“I never thought babies were so…small.” He whispered, his eyes glued to the little bundle in your arms as a small laughed escaped your lips.

Astarion let out a laugh as her tiny little hand wrapped around his finger. “Look at how tiny her hands are!”

Clearing out his throat, Astarion glanced away when he felt your gaze on him. “What?”

“Nothing, I just think it’s cute, you’re going to be such a good father.” You let out a yawn cradling the newborn to your chest, her little hand still grasping Astarion’s finger.

His gaze softened for a moment as he gently took the baby from your arms so you could sleep.

“The word father suddenly has a nice ring to it.”

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bluecollarmcandtf · 2 months ago

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M O O N L I G H T ™

Chapter III

It's late, and the last thing I expect to find at my nightly workout is my little bro, dressed up like a personal trainer. He looks ridiculous in that cheesy uniform, not to mention the light pouring out of his skull and the smile stamped into his face! I guess the little idiot signed up for Moonlight™: that was one helluva mistake!

"Good evening, sir," my brother speaks as if we hadn't grown up together, "Is there any way I can aid your fitness journey tonight?"

Hearing Ryan call me 'sir' brings a devious grin to my own face. I've bullied this kid for years, and now he's kissing my ass like well-trained puppy. Thanks to Moonlight™, my annoying little bro is just a mind controlled employee who doesn't realize his brother's here, let alone embarrassing him! I wish I could get my entire family implanted with these little Moonlight™ things. Messing with them would be hilarious!

"Oh yeah," I sneer, "And what's string bean gonna do for a guy like me?"

"Well, sir, as a personal trainer here at Planet Fitness, I'll gladly demonstrate how to use the machines, spot patrons with heavy-lifting, and return equipment when finished."

God, he sounds even more annoying than usual! "You really think a someone like you could spot me?" I scoff and bring my bicep to his face, flexing it inches away from his perpetually open eyes.

"Actually, sir, this body can lift 260 lbs on the bench press without injury. The load you have is well-enough below to ensure that I may be of service. Still sir, the weight you're lifting is a very respectable amount," Ryan's smile beamed at me, but mine fell.

"Whatever, I'll be fine," I retort, "Just stand over there and mop up my sweat when I'm done."

"Yes, sir."

My little brother takes a step back as I get ready to lift. As stupid as he looks, standing there waiting on me to finish, he also looks pretty fit. His company polo might be sweaty and gross, but it's tight against his improving physique. He's clearly been lifting a lot while he's been working here, but his gains should not count if Moonlight™ is the one actually working out that pathetic little body! The only way he could bulk up was by becoming a fucking puppet! Talk about sad!

"Fuck!" I grunt, tossing the barbell back as I finish. I did a few extra sets to prove a point and now my arms are on fire. "Towel!" I snap.

"Yes, sir," Ryan rushes over and wipes the sweat off my brow. I just laugh in his face.

"I think I got some sweat on my sneakers too," I jab, "You can wipe them off and then put twenty more pounds on the bar."

"Of course, sir."

My brother gets on his knees with the towel, giving my sneakers a cursory buff. I don't know what personal trainer has shoe-shining in his job description, but I've heard these Moonlight™ employees can be pretty pliant. Apparently, you can make them do quite a bit with the loopholes in their programming. Maybe I can get Ryan here to do something even more embarrassing than polishing his big bro's shoes!

The next week, I worked out every night.

Turns out, bullying my little bro was great motivation to go to the gym! When I saw him during the day, I never mentioned the fact that I knew; didn't want to scare him off. At night, I had every opportunity to take out my frustrations on him. If he pissed me off during the day, I could boss him around at the gym, ordering him to follow me around and wipe down every piece of equipment. I could call him whatever names I wanted and yell at him as loudly as I pleased; he had to just stand there with the best customer service smile and say "yes, sir."

Playing around with Ryan was fun, but it wasn't until I went out for a drink that I ran into my second brother. I guess he had the same idea to get hired with Moonlight™...

"Can I fix you a drink, sir?" my brother, the middle child, yells over the club's EDM.

"What the hell?" I shout, "Ryan's dumb enough to Moonlight™, but I didn't think you were!"

Sam just stares back with the same flashlight eyes and widely stretched lips. Of course his programming won't let him do anything outside of bartending! He's probably not even conscious in there! Ryan was always a bit of an impulsive twerp, so I wasn't surprised to see him Moonlighting™, but Sam is different. He'd said he'd never put his body to work at night. Something about the behavior of Moonlighters™ always rubbed him the wrong way...I guess he changed his mind.

"A round of beers," I tell him, warily gesturing to the back corner, "For me and our crew."

Sam's glowing stare looks over my shoulder and sees our friends, the guys we both hang out with, "Yes, sir. I'll have it right out for you."

I return to our pals, anxious for my brother to follow. Sam is only a year younger than myself, so we run around with the same crowd, yet he didn't recognize any of our buds. Now he's about to serve them like a fucking waiter. My catatonic brother is about to walk into the most humiliating situation of his life. I just get to sit back and watch!

"Sam?" one of them asks a moment later.

"Here are your beers, sir," my brother plucks the bottles off his tray and sets them out for each of his friends, completely oblivious to their stunned reactions, "Is there anything else I can get any of you?"

"Holy crap, dude!" another pal turns to me, "Since when did your brother start Moonlight? He looks like a total idiot!"

Sam doesn't seem to register the insult.

"I don't know man," I laugh, "Tonight, I guess."

"Fetch us some napkins," one guy quips with an amused flick of his hand.

"Right away, sir." Sam answers a little too promptly, and whisks away.

"Right away, sir, Ha!" the guy repeats with a mock salute, "We've gotta mess with him!"

Sam returns, obediently passing out napkins, but I'm finding it harder to meet his gaze while he's grinning so manically. This situation is starting to feel more awkward than hilarious. These guys will never let him live this down!

"Sam, get over here and give this paying customer a sloppy BJ!"

My brother stiffens, and for a second a jolt of fear runs down my spine, terrified that Moonlight™ will actually make him comply. Pranks are all good and fun, but I do not want to see my brother about to blow another dude!

"I apologize, sir," he finally resumes, "That is not part of my responsibilities as bartender."

Thank God.

"Then get something to clean this up," he laughs wildly, "You spilled my beer!" Our friend then pours half his drink on the crotch of his jeans, staring at Sam with the amused eyes of a drunk fool. This guy always gets weird after a few drinks. I don't know why we still bring him along. Normally, we just ignore him.

"Of course, sir," Sam answers attentively.

For the next ten minutes, I sit in silent horror as my brother returns with a rag, proceeding to get on his knees and wipe down another man's crotch with painful dedication. Of course, our friends are all howling with laughter at this point, taking video evidence that they can embarrass Sam with later.

It feels like a lifetime, but Sam finally stands up, "I hope I cleaned that up well enough for you, sir."

The guy feels at his wet jeans, saying, "I don't know if that's good enough, bitch."

"I'm sorry, sir, let me try ag-"

"No! It's my turn," someone else cuts in, pushing his way to the front, "You spilled some on my ass that needs cleaned up!"

The gang loses it, doubling over with laughter as Sam prepares to spend the next ten minutes wiping down another guy's ass, but I've had enough, "No! We're done here, thank you. Go close our tab," I bark.

"Yes, sir," Sam turns on his heel. His dumb obedience is more disturbing than entertaining at this point.

Our friends all give me a hard time for sending him away, but I'm not having it. Maybe I'm not drunk enough, but they're enjoying this a lot more than I am. At this point, I'm ready to call it a night and go home, so I say my goodbyes and head for the exit.

The walk home isn't a far one, but I pass a few notable places on the way: one being my dad's dark office building. Our old man has been working late nights there lately. In the dimly lit lobby, I recognize someone...

"Dad?" I gasp.

"Good evening, sir," my father says to me without any note of familiarity in his voice.

"Wait, you're moonlighting too?" it comes out as more of an accusation, but at this point I'm fed up with finding family members secretly working random mind-controlled night jobs.

"I am a security guard employed through the Moonlight™ corporation," his gravelly voice sounds foreign, delivering these programmed prompts, "If you'd like, sir, I can help you apply for a Moonlight™ position, and you can start making the most of your sleeping hours too!"

"Why the fuck did you think this was a good idea, dad?" I ask, knowing this stupid security guard persona isn't capable of answering.

"He didn't."

The voice of someone else in the room sends shivers down my spine. I whip around, and see a gangly, middle-aged man stepping forward.

"Jeff?"

"Hi, Jamie," my uncle says, sauntering up to his far taller brother and resting an arm on his shoulder. My dad's attentive posture doesn't waver. He just keeps on acting like the perfect sentry for the building and the perfect armrest for his brother.

"Do you mind telling me what's going on!?"

He sniffles and sighs like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar, "Yes, I suppose this charade of mine was doomed to be found out sooner or later. I put your father in the Moonlight™ database. He was just wasting his sleeping hours at home in his bed, and he'd always refuse to let me sign him up, so I did it in secret. He makes a great guard. Right Tom?"

Uncle Jeff claps my dad on the back, prompting him to announce a proud, "Yes, sir!"

"See," my uncle turns back to me, "No harm done. Your old man gets paid to stand around in his sleep. Its harmless!"

"But he doesn't know!" I yell, seething at my uncle's sheer abuse of his place in the company, "This has to be illegal, and are you just pocketing Dad, Ryan, and Sam's salaries?"

He rolls his eyes, "I am right now, but the four of you don't even make that much."

"Did you just say the four of us?" I grunt.

"Oops," he holds a hand to his forehead and curses under his breath.

"AM I FUCKING MOONLIGHTING WHILE I SLEEP TOO?" I am screaming at this point, "You're fucked up!" I bark. Angrily, I stomp towards my uncle, but my father takes a firm step planting himself between me and the man. His steady palm is holding the baton at his belt, making me nervous. Is my dad about to beat me up for this creep?

"Excuse me, sir," my dad smiles at my uncle, "Would you like me to escort this man out of the building?"

"That won't be necessary," my uncle says, "I'll just trigger his Moonlight™ shift to start now. You can go back to standing in the corner"

"Yes, sir," my security guard father answers placidly, returning to his attentive stance.

"You wouldn't," I snarl.

"Oh, trust me, I will. As I understand it, overriding a subject's body while awake means you'll be fully conscious. I'll work on something to make you forget this whole incident later."

He presses a few buttons on an ipad, and suddenly my vision is engulfed in a purple haze. My back straightens, my muscles relax, and I feel my face contorts into a giant smile. Suddenly, my entire body seems to be gone from my grasp, and I'm constrained to a tiny space in my head while something else takes over.

"Enjoy your shift," my uncle snickers with a glare.

"Thank you, sir. I will," I feel my voice pushed out of my throat with an excited tone that isn't mine. Before I know it, my legs are carrying me away from my uncle, leaving him with my father, to march down the dark street...

"Here's your order, sir," my voice has the trademarked Moonlight™ eagerness in it as I reach out the window and hand over the meal.

"Fuck off, sleep-freak!" the teen in the driver's seat flips me off, making his immature friends cackle as they speed off. I can't do anything but smile and watch as they weave away. They have no idea I'm actually conscious in here.

After being forced to leave my uncle, I found myself striding into a fast food restaurant through its backdoor. I could instantly tell the place wasnt anywhere I'd eat at because the dumpster smelled like soggy fries and old meat. The kitchen was a fluorescent-lit pit, with a thick feeling of oil hanging in the air. I could barely take in the surroundings before I was changing out of my clothes by some lockers. I was horrified that Moonlight™ was making me fucking strip, but before long my hands were pulling on new clothes: a uniform. The polo felt like it'd been sitting at the bottom of the locker since the last shift, drying in sweat, and the pants were sticky with something unidentifiable. I was mortified to be pulling on a fucking hairnet and apron, but I had no choice.

"Blondie's here early," a smoker's voice purred from behind me. I had a bad feeling he'd been standing there for a while, watching.

"Hello boss," my voice answers, apparently recognizing the overweight, unshaved creep, "I'm ready to start my shift, sir! Where am I needed today?"

I watched as the man licked his stubbly lips, his beady eyes crawling all over me. Without any shame, his sweaty palm groped the growing bulge in his khakis. He was obviously happy to see me, and he probably thought I couldn't actually see him! I guess, every fucking night that my uncle's made me work in my sleep, I've been under the supervision of THIS pervert!?

"Get to the fryer," his scratchy throat moaned, "You know I want you to get nice and sweaty for later."

"Yes, sir. I'll be sure to work up a sweat for you," I answer, confused and disturbed by my response. The cheer in my voice did not match the overwhelming gloom I felt when the man slapped my ass. His hand lingered on my rear for too long, but I couldn't even frown.

Since then, I've been boiling fries and flipping burgers. Every so often I have to hand an order out the window, but my heart races every time I do. Three orders ago, the customer threw their soda back at my coworker, he's a fairly average guy in his thirties, and he was dowsed in Coca-Cola. It didn't keep Moonlight™'s programming from working: he just kept manning the grill, smiling, eyes glowing, and hair dripping with cherry flavored juice.

"Ouch!" at least, that's what I want to say. The oil sizzles and pops, and a few drops of hot grease splatter onto my arm, but I don’t flinch. The control won’t let me.

Suddenly I feel someone leaning in behind me. My spine shivers as my manager says, "It's closing time, Blondie. I'll send everyone home so you and I can clean up like usual." He whispers it in my ear, with his flabby arms wrapped around me like we're fucking lovers! I wish I could vomit!

"Sounds good, boss," I find myself saying.

One by one, the manager dismisses each of my moonlighting coworkers. I can't help but feel jealous as they strip out of their uniforms by the door. It isn't just that they get to leave; they also have the luxury of not knowing what's going on. They're all asleep. I'd give anything to at least be unaware of whatever this fucking pervert is about to do!

My body is preoccupied with whatever shit needs to be done for closing, wiping down the tables, taking out the trash, and more.

"Mop time," the manager suddenly announces, holding the raggedy thing out expectantly.

"Yes, sir," my voice answers, and I drop what I'm doing to accept the mop. The crotch of his pants is unzipped, but my bodies already turned away from him, turning all my attention to swab the tiles floor.

"You're doing it wrong again, Blondie," he purrs slowly, "I'm gonna have to help you like usual."

"Thank you, sir," my voice sounds grateful, but I am anything but. The pervert presses his rotund body against my back and holds my muscular arms with his own chubby ones. I can feel his penis poking into me below his gut, but my body accepts his touch like he's just a boss helping out an employee.

I guess this asshole found a loophole in Moonlight™'s fucking programming. He's going to touch me all he wants under the guise of demonstrating the right way to mop.

The creep spends the next ten minutes guiding my arms back and forth. "Fuck, you're bubble butt feels even better than usual, Blondie," he breathes in my ear. If I had control of my muscles, he wouldn't stand a chance, but right now, they're putty in my boss's arms. Meanwhile, his waist gets busy dry humping his chode into my rear end. "I'm so glad a jock like you was dumb enough to try Moonlight!" he grunts, his tongue dangerously close to my ear. I can only thank God that he can't take my pants off! After several painful minutes of him spitting more disgusting comments onto my cheek, his arms drop mine and plant themselves on my chest. His hands sloppily grope my pecs and pinch my nipples. I've never felt more pathetic. The man makes one final exclamation, "FUUUCK!" and I can tell he has finally gotten off.

"Thanks for the help, boss," I find myself saying.

With heavy breaths, he staggers back. The sudden open air on my back makes me realize just how hot and sweaty that slob was, and I can feel the slimy remnants of his balls slipping down my back and legs.

"Good job as always, Blondie," he breathes heavily with satisfaction.

"Thank you, sir," I answer. My voice hasn't lost its awful chipper quality, and my face is still stuck in a smile like I hadn't just been taken advantage of.

"Finish mopping up, and then you can lock up and clock out," he winks as if we shared some inside joke. I hate that all he sees is my smile.

"Yes, sir," I answer, but the creep has already waddled out of the building and slammed the door shut.

The sudden silence is unbearable. It makes the monotonous task of mopping the sticky floors all the more unpleasant. What's worse is that I can't pause to wash the manager's cum off my back. It soaks into my pants as I work, trapped in my own body. At least I know why these pants are so sticky. Honestly, I hope Uncle Jeff will wipe my memory...

#gay mind control #humiliated slave #blue collar worker #male mind control #moonlight

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vitzi9 · 2 months ago

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Hi, can you write about yandere ethan who thinks he is in a relationship with the reader, and he is very affectionate with her, and always calls her by "honey, baby, love", the reader allows it because they are childhood friends and she knows that his family ignore and neglect him, so she always tries to give him affection, but eventually it becomes unbearable when she wants to meet more people and ethan doesn't let her because he is extremely jealous and possessive with her.

Love me baby

Yan!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Masterlist if you want to read my others things.

TW/CW: love bombing (I think?), manipulation, lies, reader curses a lot(she's just going crazy guys), mention of sex

Don't know what to think of this. I came back for Halloween month isn't that crazy (it's not). I probably lost like 70% of you guys but yeah I'm alive. Still writing things that end up WAY too long. And I'm sorry but I'm working on all of your asks I'm just really slow but each of you are genius, so far I had crazy stories ideas.

Idk if that's what you wanted with your prompt but that's what I thought so I still hope you like it.

07/10/2024 (7254 words)

The door of your room creaks slowly, the dark atmosphere creating such a heavy tension in the air you could cut it with a knife. You hold your breath, keeping your eyes closed, praying. Footsteps are resonating on the wood flooring when they come to a sudden stop at the opposite of the bed. Slowly, the blanket is raised and a weight is pressed down on the mattress.

The warm of his body is both comforting and infuriating.

"I love to sleep with you." Whisper Ethan a smile in the voice.

You did not answer because you were pretending to be asleep. There was no way you were going to help him nourish his delusion.

You never understood why Ethan never changed with time. Because, well, most of the time, when a girl and a boy are childhood friends, there's this awkward transition thanks to puberty. It's the moment you realize that he's a man, and you're not. And he realizes it as well.

And normally from then, you have trouble sleeping in the same bed, being stuck together all day, eating each other's food. As people are always looking your way, asking since when are you two together and telling you how cute you are and shit.

But Ethan, it seems, never realized that growing up meant putting boundaries between you.

"You're warm." he says, lodging his face in the crook of your neck. Embracing your body with one arm on your waist and pulling your back against his torso. You're still pretending to be sound asleep.

You thought about asking him. Asking him if he didn't have difficulties to find a partner, since people always assume you are a couple. But you never asked. Because Ethan tells you everything, and you mean everything. So if he had trouble looking for love, you would have known first day.

But you're not even sure Ethan knows what love is to begin with.

His family, well, his family... His family had a favorite child, and it wasn't him. Richie, may he rest in peace, was the perfect golden child. Ethan always has been put aside along with his sister. His father never really tried to know his other kids.

But then Richie died. You're not sure how exactly because it's a taboo subject for him and his family, and you understand them. But from what you've heard, it was a sort of accident. A few friends of him didn't like his passion for Halloween so they tricked him, or something. You ignore all the details.

That's all you know, though. Richie and you weren't even close. He liked drama, for sure. But your friend was Ethan, not his brother. Plus, Ethan was giving you the stinky eye and acting jealous if you even tried to look at Richie. At the time, you found it normal. Richie was the favorite, Ethan didn't get attention as any of it went to his brother. You were his friend, his only friend, who wanted to talk to him and not his brother. Of course he would act jealous if he stole a little bit of you; you were the only support he had in life.

All of this to say, Ethan never received any real love. His sister loved him, you think. They were both neglected. But she loved her father more. And Ethan was conflicted as well. He admired and hated his father. So yeah, love in this family was complicated.

But now, as you're both grown up, sleeping in your bed together, you think you should've say something sooner.

"You're asleep baby ?" he whispers, chuckling in your ear.

Baby.

You don't remember when he first started calling you that. It was so... Smooth. You think he was joking at first, just like you. Calling you pet names just to annoy you. You were doing the same. But he started to slip these baby, love a little bit everywhere. So much that you become accustomed to it ! And you stopped paying attention. To you, his pet names just became another way to say bro, man, girl. There wasn't anything weird behind it. But you were naive.

"You really are sleeping ?"

Ethan is still a complicated man to understand. He seems to have such intense feelings inside him. He's supposed to tell you everything but you're not sure he really does. Like Richie's death.

He often cries the death of his brother, doing violent nightmares as well. Ethan never told you the real reason of his death. But it doesn't change anything, Ethan always ended up calling you in the middle of the night breaking down and asking for your support.

So it's no surprise that you ended up being his roommate.

Because you know him better than anyone else.

"Already ?" he whispers, skeptical.

And he knows you better than anyone else.

"Or are you ignoring me, hm ?"

Privacy with him was non existent. When you moved in, you were so excited to live a new life with your best friend. You even go to the same school ! You thought, naively, that it'd be so much fun ! Discovering your adult life with him and all.

Oh how you hate yourself, today.

Doors ? Always open. Clothes ? You're sharing them. Bed ? You bought two for nothing. He's constantly in yours. Fuck, where are you ? In jail ? You don't need to share everything !

But these days, Ethan acts different. Like, really different. He made friends. Alone. By himself. Friends that are not you. Which is new and a fricking good new. Because that means he'll finally start to live his own life without trying to glue you in it.

"Are you mad at me ?" the tip of his fingers draw invisible pattern on your arm. "I'm sorry."

His sister even is in this group. But she doesn't want you to join. Well, you think she doesn't, at least. Each time you smile at her, she sends you a death glare. Even Ethan choose not to introduce you to them. You're not even sure their new friends know they are related. The Kirsch family liked to stay private about their life. Or Landry, like Ethan wants you to call him now. Whatever makes him happy.

His friends are nice, though. You talked to them something like three times in the year but they're nice people. Their names are not quite in your head yet, but you do remember a few of them.

And Tara's really cute ! You thought that Ethan and her had a thing going on but when you asked him, he got all offended and denied everything in one block. So you don't know.

Well, you're lying. You do know, unfortunately. Ethan's in love with you. It's as obvious as the sun in the sky. You can't even be surprised, you saw it coming. He never talk to girls, you're probably the only one he ever talked to, or even looked in the eyes for that matter.

Since your childhood you've been here for him, supporting him when his family didn't. Loving him when he needed it the most. Of course, at the end, he would fall in love with you. But it wasn't the goal, you swear it wasn't your intention. Ethan is your friend.

Even if he's starting to get really clingy. A little too much. And even if he's trying to establish a routine too domestic for you.

"I don't have a thing for Tara, you know.

There he goes again. He's trying to reassure you. But damn, you don't need any reassurance. You're good. He's acting like you're the one getting jealous over nothing.

That's why he got offended when you asked him about her. Ethan is scared you'll think he's 'cheating' on you. Or do you think. Ethan never elaborated on what your relationship had become. Probably because he was afraid of your reaction, of your rejection.

-It's quite the opposite.

You retain yourself from asking him what he means by that, utterly confused. The opposite ? He doesn't like her, then ? But why is he hanging out with her so much ? Ethan is usually not the hypocrite type. Yes he's shy with people he doesn't know and is scared to give his opinion but when he doesn't like someone, he simply stops seeing them.

And once again, Tara's really nice. What did she do to make Ethan don't like her ?

-But you'll understand.

You stopped trying to understand him, a long time ago already. He just changed so much in the course of a few days. It's like he has too much on his mind. Sometimes, he just disappear from your apartment and come back hours later with a big smile on the face, all disheveled.

Of course, you thought he was seeing someone. Hell, his bag is always so bloated ! It's like he has spare clothes in it ! But it still wasn't the case. What the hell was going on with him ?

-So please, don't be mad at me.

-I'm tired, Ethan. You whisper, lips pursued thanks to your cheek planted on your pillow. He already knew you were awake anyway. Your sentence is enough to tell him you want to sleep and end this conversation.

-Of course, sorry baby."

And that was it. You knew he was smiling behind you but you didn't care. He left you alone, that's what matter. You were already trying to push him away for a long time but now you feel like time is missing. You need to make him understand that you do not like him and quick. It'll break his heart, but you're tired of pretending everything's alright, exhausted from constantly being the one to compromise.

You don't want to sound like a jerk but damn, Ethan is suffocating you. He's ruining both of your lives. The last time you had a partner have to be something like years ago ! You literally have to hide from him when you leave to see someone.

"Goodnight." He adds, ten minutes later. Probably scared that you forget about him so quickly.

How could you possibly change things ? Ethan is susceptible. It doesn't matter what your words or intentions are, he only hear what he wants to.

"Love you." he whispers so lowly you thought you imagined it.

You do not even try to answer.

The next day, in class, Ethan kept pestering you about the new movie he absolutely had to show you. Something along the line of a serial killer in a mine chasing people with a pickaxe, being in love with his ex-girlfriend and sabotaging her couple. Tonight would probably be centered around that film, just like every time you two have any free time. If that idea would have appealed you years prior, you today feel as if this is too much. Yesterday night laid a weird weight on your shoulders, a sort of unease that you can't quite shake off.

"Aren't you tired of always watching movies ? You grumble, annoyed, in hope of giving him the ick.

-No, he smiles, but we can do something else. No big deal. What did you have in mind ?"

You sigh, not even giving him enough attention to answer him. He'll probably still put the movie tonight, whether you like it or not. For sure to avoid another argument between you both. As you're constantly fighting, talking about a movie is the only way Ethan found to prevent an umpteenth dispute. Quite smart actually, if you forget the fact that you now know his strategy.

The hubbub slowly surrounding you alerts you of your soon to be lateness in class. With a nod in his direction, you start turning away from Ethan only for him to hastily grab your hand. Sighing, you raise a brow at him.

"We're walking home together, don't forget.

-Ethan we've been walking home together for years now. Clearly I won't forget." He smiles. His hands grab both of your cheeks and as his face approaches yours, panic settles thinking he would kiss you on the lips but he instead lay a chaste kiss on your forehead.

"See you later." Ethan's too happy voice says. You frown, holding his wrists to take them away from you in what could be similar to disgust. "Yeah, later." You say before finally leaving him for the next few classes, wiping his kiss on the way.

You won't see him for the afternoon as you both already ate together at home, and started class at 2PM (14h), to end the day at 8PM (20h).

These lonesome classes are both a benediction and a curse as you try as best as you can to befriend people but they always seem wary. It's probably too late for you to make friend now, the whole year is almost done. People already made friends earlier in the year and don't need any new ally.

And at the same time, Ethan is not here to harass you. That's why you still cherish this morning. Until you don't; your next class is with him and if you remember correctly the teacher talked about a group project last time. Great. Way to ruin a day.

But when you sit down, no one is there to bother you. Ethan is absent, probably late. A rare occurrence but a lovely one nonetheless.

Ten minutes later and he finally show up along with all of his new friends. Immediately, you lay down on the desk to avoid his gaze. But to your stupor, Ethan does not sit next to you and you hear the whispers of his group, conscious of having interrupted the lesson. Ethan ignored you.

Honestly, you can't pinpoint the main emotion this procured you. Relief at first but also confusion, fear of the harassment and countless excuses that'll come next. Happiness but wariness. The fact he's not next to you doesn't mean he's not watching and that's somehow ten times worse. You can't see him: you have no idea what he's doing.

Anyway, he's finally starting to replace you. Still, isn't that a bit toxic how your days are filled with fear to spend a mere minute in his presence while he acknowledges you only when wants to ? Well, everything about him is toxic. At this point, it doesn't change anything really.

You risk one look behind you to observe his usual shenanigans but he's busy, not even glancing your way. Now that you look at him, he doesn't seem really happy to talk to them, nor does Quinn. What is going on with them ? Ethan just look empty. He's staring into nothing, not even blinking. Just deep in thoughts. Though, as soon as Chad or one of the group talks to him, he gains back his merry behaviour. Weird. But hey, it's none of your business !

And that's the same spirit you sport when leaving for class, alone and not waiting for Ethan. It's good that the teacher reported the group project to tomorrow, you got to enjoy your day. You still hear him and his friends laugh in the background, but he's talking this time. Maybe he just wasn't in a good mood earlier and actually likes his friends, who know ?

And after all, if it's like that, you can go home alone. Not that you complain. You'll just say you didn't want to disturb him with his friends. After all, he's the one who doesn't want you to know them. You won't force him !

And hopefully, you'll finally enjoy some time to yourself. At peace, at home.

You push the heavy door of the building, leaving the place for the day. It's cold outside, too much for you own liking but you're alone and it's priceless. You can look at people in the street and you only realize how bad your situation really is. You do not even allow partners to treat you like this, but somehow you allow Ethan to? It's time to wake up. You can't live like this anymore. Ethan trapped you in a toxic relationship for fuck sake. If you can't change him, you'll change yourself. But he can't find out.

But when you thought you were finally free, rushed footsteps hitting the ground can be heard in your back. Goosebumps raises your body hair as you fear already knowing who's coming.

"You promised!" He shouts and your steps stop abruptly, turning to look at him. You allow him to run the distance left between you before he stops in front of you. "And you left without me. He is out of breath, having ran all the way here.

-You were busy.

-I'm never busy when you're here. Ethan tells you with a playful grin, almost flirting with you, passing his fingers in his curls to tame them. You can come fetch me if you're scared I forget about you.

He's joking, you think, he's just friendly and joking. Nothing's weird and — shit, who are you lying to ? Of course he's not but what the hell can you do ?

-How was you day ? He asks, changing subject. He saw your unease, like always, and try to take your attention on something else. Math sucked today, we worked on... but he suddenly interrupts himself, eyes going wide. I forgot to give my essay to the English teacher.

You already gave yours this morning. But it's weird that Ethan did not. He's usually the perfect little student. Always giving his homework the next day he was asked to do it. There really is something weird, he's a little bit too much in his own head. And it's starting to show.

-I still have my draft, you can just copy mine and give it tomorrow, it's no big deal. You shrug, looking at both sides of the road before crossing. You're always the first to hand homework, I'm sure he won't mind if you give it a little bit later.

"Really ? He smiles brightly when you nod. "Thank you! You know, I have no idea what I'd do without you baby.

Your body tenses. You feel like the discussion is going in a direction you don't want it to go. It's obvious he's not only talking about the homework you let him copy.

-It's nothing, you start, but it's already too late.

-You know, I don't think you realize all the things you've done for me. Not just the homework, like, in all our life.

You hate how he said 'our life', like you share one.

-For real Ethan, you add but much more coldly than before, it's nothing. Are you done ? Can we let it go, now ?"

Yes, being mean maybe wasn't the best solution. But you ran out of ideas. And Ethan never look like he's hurt by your harsh tone. It's like he doesn't even listen to you most of the time you're starting to get angry at him. He just nods and smiles like an idiot.

The rest of the way home, Ethan ranted about everything and anything he did at school and asked you questions which you did not bother to answer to, to what he filled the answers himself.

On the last steps to your apartment, you realize you have to act today for your future.

Ethan opens the door and allows you to enter before him. Turning the light on, you're pleased to see your sweet comfort.

"Happy to be home, you grunt, letting your bag fall on the ground.

-Happy I caught up to you.

Is he being passive aggressive ? What are you even supposed to say to that ? You give him a tight lip smile and walk to the kitchen, getting you a cup of water.

-What we doing now ? He asks, leaning on the counter.

Well, you for sure don't know about 'we' but you are going to sleep. You need to set up boundaries, or at least introduce them to him.

-It's getting late. I think I'll go to sleep.

-Already ? Okay, well, I'm coming in a few seconds.

-About that... Ethan stops in his track. You tub your temples. Here you go again. You're sleeping in your room tonight, you state. Not open for any negotiation.

Ethan stares at you as if you had grow another head.

-You don't want to sleep with me ?

-I had a really tiring day, I just want to sleep alone for tonight. But if you have another nightmare come knock, I'll see what I can do.

Naively, you thought that making him pity you would work, that he'd understand, tell you goodnight and everything would be done for the day. But it's Ethan. And you haven't been separated from Ethan since you guys were kids.

The boy stares at you with doe eyes, trying to coax you into giving him what he wants, before frowning, articulating words that won't come out.

He's trying to gently manipulate you, again. And you repeat yourself that it's not his fault, he's a victim of his shitty family. He doesn't have any social awareness, he's not doing it on purpose. Well, you think he's doing it on purpose but without really acknowledging it. As you told him multiple times his behaviour could be obsessive and he's aware of it. But it's as if he can't help it.

You're confused. But at the same time, you don't really know much about the interactions he had with his father along his childhood. Maybe he's copying this mechanism because he saw his progenitor doing it ? His father could be manipulative after all. Your parents always found him weird but with the death of his first son, he just completely lost it.

-You... You don't want to sleep with me. Mumbles Ethan more to himself.

-Exactly Ethan, I don't want to.

It's like you see the gear turning in his head.

-Why ? he asks which caused a sigh to escape you.

-I wanted to talk to you about it for a while now. It's complicated." You sit on the back of the cushion and scratch at you arm to help you think. "I like you a lot Ethan, you know right ?

His lips turns up to display a bright smile, his face seem to shine at your words and he nods multiple times. You think you see his eyes stare at your lips.

-I love you too. I hope you know that.

Now, 'love' wasn't actually the word you used but you're going to have to ignore that.

-The thing is, Ethan, that we do not have to be stuck together every minutes of the day, you hear me ? Sometimes I want to sleep alone. And I'm sure you want to be alone too, right ? Ethan frowns and laugh nervously.

-I actually don't, I... Why would I want to be alone ? I sleep really well with you. Don't you ? Why do you suddenly hate being with me ?

-Wow okay I did not say that. You are interpreting my words in a way I don't like. I don't hate to be with you I just...

-What do you need to do that requires me to be out of your bedroom ?

Lot of things. But there is some you can't say out loud.

-What ? Tell me then ? What are you-. Ethan says, cheeks turning red. Oh, yeah, you can sleep alone for tonight I guess, he clears his throat. He avoids eye contact, trying to act tough.

Is he thinking about what you think ?

-Ethan, I won't do any weird stuff tonight. I just want to be alone. I like to sleep in a star like position or just being able to move in my sleep you know ? That's all.

-But you can do that with me.

Maybe you should've stick with whatever dirty thought he had. You should have told him you were going to invite someone over or.. Or fucking masturbate if that's what you need to get him out. Because Ethan steps towards you, an empty expression he doesn't give you often on the face.

-You're lying to me. That's not why you want to sleep alone. I really hate you lying to me.

-I am not lying to you Ethan, I'm exhausted.

He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest and getting defensive. How come you ruined everything ? Nothing is ever right with him, he always find a way to change your words or just get offended over anything.

-You'll be talking all night with him, won't you?

That right now is one of the many reasons as to why you never tried to bring the topic of personal space to a man like him.

-Ethan for the love of god, I want to sleep! I won't talk to anyone, damn.

You don't even know who is that 'him' ! It's not like you have the opportunity to talk to a lot of people, Ethan always ruin everything. And in any case he doesn't, everyone just assume that you two are together already.

-You're lying. You'll chat with him. Give me your phone. I... I can't let you do that. I'll be all alone and you'll laugh with him while I'll be with my broken heart.

The light of the living room was starting to hurt your tired eyes, you couldn't retain many yawns from escaping. Turning on your phone, you learn you've been fighting for ten minutes. You needed to sleep but Ethan wasn't on the same page. It was late, too late for bullshit like this.

-Who are you even talking about ?

He suddenly tries to grab your phone by force, pulling it towards him. Our of pure bewilderment you tighten your hold on the device, grasping it so hard the screen might have broke. You slap him in the face with your free hand, utterly in disbelief. Ethan stands still, shock on his face while he let go of your device to touch his cheek.

-What is wrong with you ? You whisper with disgust. It's the first time Ethan acted physical with you. And probably the last time as the numerous searches for accommodations on your phone testify.

-Why can't I see your damn phone?

-And why do you fucking want to see it ?

Silence. He stands still, frowning. Probably considering if he'll either go for manipulation or violence. But his next words are so out of pocket that you need a minute to compose yourself.

-Are you prostituting yourself or what ? With the number of men you see.

Honestly, it simply is sad to see what you two had became. As children, you were attached to the hip, fusional. You could both end each other sentence. Today, it seems only Ethan is able to do that as he knows you more and more when you know him less and less.

-I think we're done for the night Ethan." You walk to your room, using his stillness to take your time before slamming the door shut in his face, locking it for the night. You hear Ethan knocking his palm against the wood separating you both but you chose to ignore it.

-Open the door please, let's talk." He never stops knocking on the door, probably thinking you'd open it at one point, annoyed at him. But not tonight.

You open your drawers and start changing, frowning at the sight of his boxers laying in your clothes. He's still rambling in the background but you pay him no mind, doing your own life on your side.

-What you're doing is really childish. We're both adults and we should act as such. Open the fucking door, please. You smile.

There he goes. The real Ethan. The meanie. The man after the death of his brother: Ethan Landry. A completely different man.

-Are you listening to me ? Open that fucking door, we are not done talking because I know you're not ignoring me after being the one who left me alone on campus.

Of course he would use that against you but you don't even care. Yeah you left him alone, so what ? He's a big man, isn't he ? Surely he's not scared of walking alone.

-See how you are ? All big and proud before me but then when we really need to talk you hide." He mutters something you don't hear, but then you catch his footsteps moving away.

You're confused but decide it's a good thing he gave up and fall on the bed, it's the first time in probably months where you're allowed to lay like a star fish in your own bed. You relish in the newfound comfort you missed how so much. You plunge your face in your pillow and hug it firmly.

At one point, it falls on you that Ethan never give up that quickly and realize that upon hearing no reaction from you, he must've changed plan as his footsteps are back, along with an unknown sound of something falling right in front of your door. To no one surprise, he now starts apologizing.

"I'm stupid, okay ? Forgive me. I'm sorry. Open please. His voice is muffled through the door, and you ignore it. I'm just worried about you. I know you're not seeing anyone.

Great, he's back.

-And I'm sorry for getting angry at you. I was frustrated.

He's not and you know it. When Ethan has something in mind, he'll go to incredible length to accomplish it. Sometimes, you ask yourself if he's acting this way because of you. If you once told him something, did something that could have impacted him.

-I just really like you, I know I can be a lot sometimes but you forgive me, right ? You always do." You think about definitely moving out of here, once and for all, far from him when you fall asleep.

When sunlight woke you up the next day and you decided to head to the kitchen, you were surprised to see Ethan, sleeping tightly on his mattress on the ground at your feet, right before the door. You completely forgot about him. There's no way he really slept on the ground all night. It's not normal, you're worried about him. Maybe you need to take him to a psychiatrist.

You stay stunned a few minutes, seriously worrying over the state of your friend for him to be doing literally anything. You were going to wake him up, but then you remembered how weird he was being with you recently and decided to let him be.

Ignoring him, you step over his body and start to prepare your breakfast. Of course, Ethan quickly woke up upon hearing you rummaging the drawers.

"Hi baby..." He whispers, tired from his sleepless night, eyes still partially closed. "Slept well ?

-Yes actually. The best night of sleep I've had in a long time. There was a bounce in your steps that couldn't be ignored.

-Well I had nightmares." It's hard to discern the truth in all of his lies. Maybe he really had nightmares, maybe he just wants you to feel guilty.

There was a tension in the apartment this morning that even Ethan couldn't hide this time. He stayed silent for the most part of the walk to class. Something in your relationship changed and the unknown scares you. What will happen now ?

Your first lesson is with Ethan, but he leaves your side to go straight to his friends. Chuckling, you know he's still angry at you and is trying to make you mad.

As soon as you sit, the teacher announces the instructions of the group project everyone will have to do in these two hours and then finish at home. Name by name, she lists duets and the class start to move around, going to their partner. When your name is coupled with another, you see a guy walks towards you with a smile. He stops in front of your table.

"You're the one I'm doing the project with, right ?

You smile to him and nod, giving him your name. He repeated your action, introducing himself. He was cute. He sits by your side, you chat a little, getting to know each other. You hope he usually has good grade, you really don't want to repeat your year.

The man now sat on the chair next to you start planning the organization of the project. Dividing the task to be much more efficient. That's what you do, telling him you can do the second part while he does the first. Everything was going well until you realized that it's been a long time since you saw the Kirsch boy, and of course, he had to change that.

The curly man heads your way, smiling upon seeing you make eye contact with him. He stares one second at the man by your side, immediately displaying a smile who you knew announced no good.

"Hi, I'm Ethan. I asked the teacher to change groups. So you're not with her anymore, you're actually with Amber over there" he turns his back to you and point to a girl further away. "The one in blue." He looks back at you two, using his shy demeanor and lanky posture to appear as the nerd you know damn well he isn't. He knows that by acting this way, he is laughed at but never yelled at. He looks innocent.

-What ? Why ? Why would you ask the teacher that ? You ask.

-Because we're friends so we'll work better together." He was giving you that shy smile you learnt to hate. He thought you'd forgive him quicker this way; he was right. You did forgive him quicker in the past, but not anymore. It's quite the opposite now, each time he was trying to manipulate you like this, you were getting angrier.

"And I know how much you're insecure about yourself and all so, it's for you !"

What the actual fuck is he talking about!

All the while telling you this, Ethan never looked in your new friend's way. His attention was solely on you. He's humiliating you, and on purpose. Confused, embarrassed and sorry, you search the other man's eyes. He was just like you. He raises a brow then shrugs. He packs his things, you apologize and he smiles, telling you that it's okay. You felt like shit.

He's heading towards the girl Ethan forced him to work with.

"Why would you do that ?

He's embarrassing ! You look like two losers who only have each others as friends and don't want to talk to anyone else. It's seriously tiring. You've been each other sole friend for years ! You can't even name someone you've been friend with for more than a month !

-We're friends, remember ? he raises his brow, as if telling you the obvious.

-And that's a reason to push everyone else away ? To humiliate me ? What the fuck are you on about me being insecure ? I get that you're angry at me but fuck it Ethan.

-He's an asshole. I saw him around. You really shouldn't hang around him." He does not elucidate on the other part of your sentences. But you know what he would have said already; it's a test to see if he'd stayed, and he didn't so he's not your friend.

You don't even want to argue with him at this point. It was useless, he was never listening to you. It's impossible for you to count the times in which Ethan drove everyone away. You had literally zero friends here but Ethan.

Once, a girl came talk to you in finance but Ethan arrived and jokingly told her you had AIDS. What the fuck ? Who say that first thing when meeting someone ? Even her didn't understand. She just thought you two were weird and never talked to you ever again. It's like he loves to embarrass you in front of everyone. And when you got angry at him, he just said it was a joke but he was just so awkward with people and- Fuck. He pretended to be the victim, again.

You always try to help him. You know he had a difficult childhood, never received love, never had friends, you know. That's why you always overlooked his flaws. But today and this night was just too much.

That night, you locked yourself in the toilet to chat with the owner who could potentially save your life. She asked you about your studies and your work to know more about your profile.

"I'm in New York right now but I'm almost finished with my degree so that's why I plan to move out." You send her.

The owner shares with you her excitement towards you living in New York, saying how she's doesn't understand why would someone leave a big city to a place as desolated as where she is. You answer briefly, something along the lines of family problems.

You really hope she'll accept your profile. Her house is beautiful and perfectly located. Far enough from the city, but close enough that you can go there for a future work. Rent is high but it's necessary or Ethan definitely will end you.

"Did you die in here ?" Ethan knocks on the door. Yeah, you really need to get out of here. Flushing and washing your hand, to make it look credible, you adjust your clothes before opening the door. Ethan is in front of you, staring at you from head to toe.

"Where are we going ?

You heard about a party going on and decided to join on a whim, tired of being locked up here all the time.

-You're personally not going anywhere, you hide your device in your pocket, fearing he might discover your project of leaving town. But I'm leaving for a party. He frowns.

-Who will there be? Who you're going out with ? Why am I not allowed ?

-You don't know them." You say without looking at him, too busy in closing your jacket. You considered lying to him in saying it's a girls only party. But thought otherwise.

"Then don't go."

You sigh, exasperated, and close your eyelids tightly to try to keep your cool. He's doing it again. Grabbing your purse, you search for your bus card while walking to the door.

"Well I want to, Ethan.

-But I don't."

His sentence stopped you in your tracks. The beating of your heart resonate in your head, giving you a headache. You know if he continues in this direction, you will explode. Frustration and rage were mixing in your mind. He has to stop, right now.

Controlling your breathing turns out to be much more difficult in those conditions. Slowly, your body turns towards him. You tilt your head to the side and chuckle dryly, speechless by his audacity. Staring at Ethan with frown accompanying a fake smile, one too happy for your predicament, you realize he doesn't seem uncomfortable at all after saying such stupids things to your face.

"And since when do you decide of what I do ?" you plainly laugh, not even trying to hide it, both sarcastically and in bewilderment.

"Why are you always trying to go and cheat ?

-Excuse me ?

-I'm literally here." he frowns, staring at you like you're the guilty one. "I'm... What the hell do you fucking need ? We can just spend the night on the couch and watch a movie, why're you always leaving me ?" Ethan is shaking his head angrily, showing you his emotions are true by using his body, making his curls bounce in the process.

Him and his stupid movies !

-You can't decide for me. Where does that come from Ethan ? I'm going where I want, when I want with who I want.

-No you're not.

That was the final straw.

-And who the fuck are you ? Who the fuck do you think you are ? You walk up to him, face dangerously close to his.

-Yeah, who am I ? Who am I to you ? What am I ? What are we ? He pushes himself towards you, making you backtrack. I thought we were bonded forever, why the sudden change ?

-I don't care about your teenage crisis for fuck sake ! Everything is always about you, you and you ! I want to leave, so you're going to let me fucking leave !

-You're in love with Chad, right ?

You frown your brow and open your mouth to answer but the shock and utter confusion prevents any words, sounds, from coming out. What is he even talking about ? What is wrong with him ? Where is the fucking link between Chad and you ? You never even pronounced his name in front of him !

-What the fuck, Ethan ! I don't even know him !

-That's what you're saying, now. But what if you're lying to me ? He looked hurt and you couldn't understand it. He was literally creating problem in his head and then getting mad over it.

-How do you even come to this conclusion ! I- You know what ? I don't want to argue. You need some fucking therapy, Ethan.

-That's why you want to leave tonight. You plan on having sex with Chad.

-What the fuck is wrong with you, Ethan. For real. It's not even funny it's just... It's just worrying. What the hell is wrong with you ?

-I'm perfectly fine, what is wrong with you ?

-Don't you dare play this on me.

-Nothing is fucking wrong with me, you always say that but I'm perfectly fine. I told you I just don't want you to have sex with Chad. Sorry for loving my girlfriend I guess !

-Your what now ? Because I don't recall agreeing to-

-That's not the point, you're gonna fuck that fucking idiot !

-Stop saying that ! Fuck, Ethan ! You're weird !

Ethan was a virgin, for sure. But does it excuse the fact that he was being an absolute creep right now ? No. Clearly not. Why was he so invested in your sex life ? And did he have to make it a whole conversation ?

-Ethan, you hold your face in despair, you really need some fucking help because I can't stand it anymore. You're destroying my life. Your lip wobble, you feel like crying but don't know why. Is it anger or sadness, maybe even exhaust. I am tired. So I'm begging you to please consult a therapist.

Out of shock, Ethan stays silent. Watching as your eyes water. He raises a hand towards your face, slowly. But you push it away and leave the place, slamming the door. In the stairs, you jump over a few steps and almost fall multiple times but you don't think about it. You need to leave. If you can find somewhere to sleep at it would be perfect, but you don't push your luck.

Fortunately, you didn't tell Ethan where you were headed. Once at the party, you would have fun and enjoy the moment without thinking about Ethan. That's the plan.

Only, his plan did not concord with yours as an armed masked man came for a surprise visit.

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‘Act II’

Summary: Attraction is like a gravitational pull that is undefinable and unavoidable. Unbeknownst to you, Jude had been keeping an eye on you since he caught a glimpse on his best friend’s girlfriend’s Instagram but he’s been loving his single life. You always were independent and know how to swim on your own but maybe you have been just treading water. Could the tides change on a holiday in Greece when you finally meet? It might get a little rocky but maybe you could be his paradise.

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Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! ‘Act II’ is interconnected to the 'You’re Mine' and 'Ours' Series but can read it independently.

Chapter 19 - 'Judey' | ‘Act II’

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After England’s match, Jude and Trent made their way up to the box seats where their family and friends had gathered. Whitney had been keeping a sharp eye out, and to your relief, she reported back that no old flames of Jude's had made an appearance. That news alone felt like a weight off your shoulders. Jude exchanged quick hellos with his family before Whitney approached him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Without warning, she flicked behind his ear, right over the fresh tattoo. Jude yelped, immediately bringing his hand up to cover the still-tender spot.

“Ow! What the fuck?” he exclaimed, rubbing the ink protectively. Whitney laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

“She doesn’t think it’s real,” she teased. Jude chuckled, realizing exactly what Whitney was getting at.

“No, she doesn’t,” he agreed, shaking his head with a grin. Whitney tilted her head, still laughing. “Well, it’s here,” Jude confirmed, rubbing his ear lightly. Just then, Trent walked over, carrying their daughter Teddy in his arms. He hadn’t even noticed the tattoo until now, but when he did, his eyes widened in shock.

“What the fuck is that?” he asked, his voice laced with disbelief as he gestured to the small inked wings behind Jude’s ear. Whitney smiled wryly, shaking her head.

“She’s gonna kill you,” she teased Jude, already imagining the long-winded conversation that was bound to follow once you two were together again. She tilted her head looking at the fine lines etched on him now. Jude smirked, nonchalant as ever.

“Yeah, well, to the grave with this, no?” he said, flashing that cheeky grin that made it impossible to stay mad at him. Whitney rolled her eyes, smirking as she moved to playfully inspected Trent as though she might find a hidden tattoo for her or Teddy. Picking up his arm, turning his head dramatically. Of course, she knew there wasn’t one, but she exaggerated her search just to make a point. Trent, amused, grabbed her hand and kissed her engagement ring before pressing a soft kiss to Teddy’s head. He turned back to Whitney, his voice low and teasing.

“Yeah to the grave,” he mocked, as if confirming to her that he didn’t need a tattoo; they were engaged with a baby. Two very permanaces in their life. The wedding on the horizon and their child were more than enough. Whitney raised an eyebrow and smiled, leaning into Trent as their little family stood together, while Jude, still laughing, shook his head at the whirlwind of teasing and affection surrounding him. You couldn’t help but smile at it all, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement as you imagined what Jude’s tattoo really meant for the two of you.

“Judey!!!” Teddy squealed and squirmed in Trent’s arms, reaching out eagerly for Jude. She was frustrated it took him so long to say hello. Jude grunted dramatically as he picked her up, pretending she was as heavy as a sack of bricks.

“Hi sorry! Sorry! Look at you, big girl!” he teased, his voice warm and affectionate. Teddy adored Jude, and once in his arms, she clung to him, burying her little face into his chest, cherishing every second of the rare moment she got to spend with him. Jude grinned down at her, rubbing her back gently.

“You excited to go to New York for Mummy and Daddy’s wedding?” he asked, trying to get her in high spirits for the upcoming event. But Teddy had her own ideas.

“Tay, I go with you, Judey,”Her version of ‘okay,’ she said firmly, if it were the most logical plan in the world. She had no intention of letting Jude out of her sight. Jude laughed softly, shaking his head unfortunately having to tell her that wasn’t the case.

“Nah, I wish, Ted. I’m gonna meet you there though,” he explained gently, brushing his thumb over her soft cheek as he watched her expression fall, her pouty lips pushing into a deep frown.

“Whys?” she asked, her tiny voice full of disappointment. Before Jude could answer, Whitney stepped in with a knowing smile.

“Jude’s going with your Auntie Y/N, hmm?,” she said, her voice soothing as she reached for Teddy. “Come on, sweet girl,” she added, her arms open. But Teddy shook her head no with a cute little defiance, refusing to budge. She clung tighter to Jude, and he chuckled, clearly enjoying how attached she was.

“Okay, you want to go back to Spain with me?” he asked, rubbing his nose against her cheek affectionately. Teddy nodded eagerly, her big eyes hopeful.

“Alright, mate. This is my child now, yeah?” Jude looked over at Trent, trying to keep a straight face as he teased. Trent laughed, shaking his head.

“Sure, mate. You’ll love a good cry before bed tonight and then a 5 a.m. wake-up tomorrow,” he quipped, knowing full well that Teddy was a handful when you had her longer than for an hours time. Jude grinned, holding Teddy tight as she giggled.

“Yeah, deal, we’ll have the best time without you anyways” he said, giving Trent a playful wink, though everyone knew he’d be giving Teddy back the moment the first cry came. Whitney smiled warmly at the scene.

“Yeah… everyone just loves Judey, huh?” she said with a bit of tease watching her daughter bask in the attention Jude always showered her with. It was hard not to feel a pang of admiration for how Jude effortlessly made Teddy feel special, just as he did with everyone else, you especially. Whitney valued him as a friend but ever the hopeful romantic, she was more than happy with how things were panning out with you and him.

Jude and Trent sat quietly in the stands, the atmosphere of the match lingering in the air as the crowd dissipated, leaving the stadium hushed and intimate. Inside the box, friends and family murmured softly, catching up after the excitement of the game, though muffled to them now. Teddy was perched on Jude’s knee, her tiny England jersey wrinkling as she squirmed happily, her chubby hands reaching for anything within her grasp. As Trent and Jude caught up, the conversation naturally turned toward the fast-approaching wedding. Trent sighed, leaning back into his seat, his nerves finally spilling out.

“Honestly mate… I’m getting a bit scared, man,” Trent admitted, his voice low but earnest. “Not scared about the wedding, you know? I want it more than anything. I’m just… nervous I won’t be enough for Whit. As a husband. As a dad for Ted.” Trent self consciously admitted. Jude nodded, his hand gently brushing over Teddy’s tiny fingers, feeling the weight of Trent’s words.

“Yeah, I’ve never been in the position but I can imagine,” Jude said softly. “But you’ve already been enough, Trent. Look at her,” Jude glanced at Teddy with a warm smile, “She adores you. And Whit—she’s in love with you, mate. There’s no doubts. Been a whirlwind, bro. This is the easy bit.” Jude smiled. Trent smiled back faintly but still seemed to carry the weight of his worries. Jude, feeling the honesty of the moment, glanced over at his friend and let out a breath, his own nerves beginning to unravel in the open. “Truth is,” Jude began, his voice quieter, “I hate to admit it but you’ve put a lot in perspective for me. I didn’t really get what you were doing before I properly hung out with you and Whit together and even then I felt like ‘yeah, good for them’ but then rapidly it spiraled into almost an enviable thing. I’ve been thinking a lot about that so much now. About forever. What that looks like. How to make that happen” He paused, shifting Teddy slightly in his arms as she nuzzled against him. “With her.” Trent’s eyes widened, turning to look at Jude fully.

“You’re serious?” he asked, his eyebrows raised, the surprise clear in his voice. Jude gave a small smile, glancing down at Teddy before gently poking her soft tummy, making her giggle.

“I want it. Forever. Yeah, if she would want it. Sometimes things swing so quick from this place of real stability to a place where I feel like I don’t know her and I want the stability all the time. I want to give her that.” Jude sighed as his own confessional spilled out. “I see you with your family and sure, you can gloat but, I see it and I think to myself… that makes so much sense. I see that for me. It’s what I want.” Jude kept ranting, feeling a cross between embarrassment at being so open and reluctance because he could see the smug smile on Trent’s face grow.

“I get it.” Trent cooed and Jude felt relieved momentarily. “I’m inspirational.” Trent quipped not missing the opportunity. Jude rolled his eyes but Trent kept talking. “Nah, honest, bro, it’s the best thing in the world. You just have to do it. Just make some moves. What are you waiting for?” Trent asked Jude with both seriousness and smugness.

“Well, I’m just trying to keep my mouth shut about anything until the wedding,” Jude teased. “Can’t steal your thunder, mate.” Jude teased before he flicked his eyes toward Teddy, “And you, little Teddy bear, you can’t tell anyone, okay? Not even mummy please.” He cooed gently. Teddy hadn’t really followed the conversation. She’d lost interest ages ago so she just giggled in response, completely oblivious to the significance of the conversation, but her laughter lightened the mood. Jude ruffled her curls as Trent chuckled. “It’s crazy, though,” Jude continued, “how it shifts. You go from being the main man, everyone’s eyes on you, to suddenly all you care about is someone else. Feels like you lose yourself in her, but you don’t want to find your way back, you know? It’s safer there, out from under the floodlights.” He explained. Trent nodded in agreement, his expression softening.

“Yeah… I know exactly what you mean. It’s like all the noise quiets when I’m with Whit and Teddy. It’s not about being the footballer, this character anymore, it’s just about them. I agree it’s safer which seems strange to say but it’s true.” Trent concurred. Jude smiled, understanding more than words could convey. He unintentionally rubbed his thumb over the faint tattoo behind his ear, the fresh ink still a bit sore.

“That’s why the tattoo made sense for me, man. It’s like, I swear I play better just knowing she’s with me. Like… a bit more grounded.” Jude exhaled. Jude and Trent’s relationship went far beyond the pitch moments like this even though they’d probably never say it. Along with their significant others, they probably felt safest with each other. No one really understood it quite like the other did. Although a little joke here and there always kept their friendship harmoniously in balance.

“Gotta keep getting tattoos if that’s the trick then. Apparently you played better than I did tonight, mate. Not sure you deserved man of the match over me but I’m glad that tattoo helped you not play like shit.” Trent let out a hearty laugh, clapping Jude on the back. Jude laughed, but before he could reply, Teddy suddenly piped up, trying to correct Trent with her little voice,

“Dada! My daddy is best, tay?” Teddy moved off Judes lap crawling across him and a seat in between them to get to her dad. Teddy had really only heard Trent say Jude played better than him and as much as she loved Jude… no one was daddy and certainly no one was better than daddy. “Judey!” Teddy’s head whipped back towards Jude as she clung to Trent. “Daddy is best, tay?” She explained adamantly. Both boys burst out laughing as Trent teasingly tickled her, sending Teddy into a fit of giggles, her joy infectious. The moment was warm, filled with unspoken support and understanding, two young men navigating love, family, and everything in between, finding comfort in the simplicity of it all.

After England’s match, watching Trent and Whitney with Teddy stirred something in Jude. He had planned to visit you, but the thought of waiting any longer became unbearable. He booked a flight to New York on impulse, unable to stand the distance anymore. When his flight landed, you were still in the gallery, working late. The day had been draining, and you were so exhausted that you hadn’t even bothered to lock the door. You were scribbling notes when you heard the soft creak of it opening. Without looking up, you assumed it was a straggling guest, someone who had stayed too long.

“Still open?” a familiar voice asked, low and teasing. An accent you hadn’t anticipated to hear unless you picked up your phone. Your head snapped up in disbelief. There he was, standing in the doorway—Jude, with that soft smile and those warm eyes.

“Oh… Oh my god!” you shrieked, jumping up from your desk and running over to him. Your foot nearly caught on the leg of it, causing you to stumble. He caught you mid-fall, his arms wrapping around your waist as he grabbed you, spinning you around. The world felt like it slowed down in those moments. He pressed a kiss to your lips, one that was full of all the time you’d spent apart. When he set you down, you were still breathless, holding onto him as if he might disappear if you let go. “You’re here,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

“I couldn’t wait any longer, Angel,” he said softly, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “Missed you too much to wait.” He kissed your forehead. “Come on, show me this great exhibit that’s been taking up all your time,” He said, tugging you gently further into the gallery. You laughed, a mixture of shock and joy as you held his hand tight. Jude’s arm draped around your waist. You tried to delay and talk to him about anything but the gallery that held too much of your attention lately but he just hummed disapprovingly with a shake of the head. As you pointed out each piece, explaining the concepts behind them, he held you close, always touching you in some small way—his fingers brushing yours, his hand resting on the small of your back. Eventually, he stood behind you, wrapping his arms around you fully, his chin nestled against your shoulder. The warmth of him was so comforting, so grounding, like he belonged here with you in this moment. “You know,” he murmured into your ear, his voice a soft, low rumble, “I’m thinking… we’ve gotta get you a gallery in Madrid, yeah?” You smiled, leaning your head back against him, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.

“Yeah?” you echoed, teasing a little, but the thought filled you with excitement. The idea of Madrid being not just his home, but yours too, made your heart flutter.

“Yeah,” he said again, his lips brushing your cheek. “I want you there… with me. Always.” You turned in his arms, resting your forehead against his as your hands traced the curve of his back.

“Always,” you whispered back, sealing the promise between you two as you pressed your lips to his again, overwhelmed with how much you had missed him, and how right it felt now that he was here.After walking him through the new exhibit, you suddenly gasped, “Wait, wait, wait!” Your hands reached up instinctively to cup his face, gently turning his head to the side.

“What’s wrong?” Jude asked, his eyes searching yours. You pouted, brushing your thumb over the fresh ink behind his ear.

“Wow…” you whispered softly, admiring the delicate tattoo. The small angel wings seemed so personal, so him, and yet, so much of you. His hand found its way to your waist, his thumb tracing slow circles on your skin, grounding you both.

“Is it… okay?” he asked, his voice quiet, almost uncertain. He wasn’t asking if you liked it; there was a deeper layer to his question, like he was genuinely nervous, as if he could take it off if you weren’t comfortable with it.You gently turned his head back toward you, your thumb now caressing over the slightly raised skin of his tattoo.

“It’s perfect,” you said, your voice steady, filled with affection. “You didn’t have to do this, Jude. I’m with you no matter what.” Your eyes locked onto his, making sure he understood. Jude let out a small breath, a subtle relief washing over his features.

“It helps me though,” he confessed, his lips ghosting against your forehead. “Knowing for sure… That I have you… knowing right where you are.” Jude inhaled taking you in.

“Yeah, just tucked behind your ear.” You giggled. “So, did you hear me tell you your first touch was shit during the match?” teasing him with a playful smirk. You smiled against his neck, leaning in close to whisper to him. Jude rolled his eyes, the tension between you easing with the familiar banter.

“You’re kidding.” He pulled back from you. You laughed softly, running your hand over his hair keeping him close.

“Of course I am,” you whispered. “Did you hear me though? I was telling you how amazing you were? How beautiful you looked every minute of the 90?” You cooed gently. He hummed, the sound vibrating against you as he soaked in your compliments.

“Yeah, I did,” he said, his voice low, appreciative. Then, after a brief pause, Jude asked quietly, “Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo for anyone before?” He asked unintentionally openly not really deeping just what he was asking you was implying. You shook your head, a firm and honest no, and you could see a flicker of panic in his eyes, a vulnerability he rarely let show. But before he could overthink it, you leaned in closer, pressing your lips gently to the skin near his ear.

“No one’s ever been you, Jude,” you whispered against his skin, the truth of your words sinking into the air between you.

That evening, you were lying comfortably in bed, your head resting on the pillow when Jude, sitting beside you with his Mac, suddenly turned toward you with a mischievous look.

“You remember how they’ve been working on that YouTube series with me?” he asked, his tone casual, but the smirk tugging at his lips hinted at something more.You nodded with a hum, vaguely recalling him mentioning it. You’d always assumed it was football-related, so you hadn’t really pressed for details. After all, you knew when cameras were around at matches, but you’d stayed pretty out of that part of his life, avoiding them when they followed into dinners or popped up at awards ceremonies you were at. Jude leaned in closer, his smirk growing. “They just sent me the footage of me getting my tattoo. I wanted to film it… Wanna see?” He asked. Your brows furrowed a little in confusion, but curiosity quickly replaced it. You nodded again, this time staying silent, unsure of what to expect. You snuggled into his chest as he turned the screen toward you, your head nestled comfortably against him as the video began to play. The footage opened with Jude in a tattoo studio, laid out on the table, his eyes darting between the camera and the tattoo artist. His usual calm but cheeky demeanor was front and center.

“Why the Angel?” The man behind the camera asked Jude. Jude smiled, his expression softening, though he kept it light.

“I don’t need a tattoo of a trophy. That’s what cabinets are for,” he replied with a playful shrug. It was fairly common for footie players to get some of their accolades tattooed on them but Jude felt otherwise apparently. The humor in his voice made your chest tighten with affection. He was keeping things between you and him, private even on camera.

“Is she gonna get one too?” meaning you. The cameraman pushed again. Jude chuckled, the glint in his eyes visible even through the screen, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Who knows?” he answered, cheeky as always, leaving the conversation teasing and open-ended. You watched in silence, the entire moment feeling surreal. If someone didn’t know the context, it would come off as a casual, fun exchange, but you knew better. Your heart thudded in your chest as the tattoo artist finished, wrapping the fresh angel wings in a plaster. The camera zoomed in on the tattoo, the fine lines and delicate detail just as you remembered. But then Jude turned his head to the camera, his devastatingly handsome smile flashing for the world to see as he said, “Angel, don’t kill me.” He winked.

“Your girlfriend’s gonna kill you.” The camera man added. You couldn’t help but burst into laughter, pushing at his chest playfully.

“Oh my God, Jude!” you gasped, half in disbelief, half in sheer adoration. Jude chuckled, closing the laptop and pulling you closer into his arms, his face still carrying that self-satisfied grin.

“What d’you think? I got it for you… but, I mean, the world can know too.” You nestled into him, pressing a kiss to his chest.

“I think you’re insane,” you said with a laugh. “But I love it. And… maybe it was a little sweet.” You giggled. He kissed the top of your head, the warmth of his body radiating into yours.

“Good. ’Cause I’d do it all over again.” He told you with another kiss.

“D’you want me to get one?” The next morning, you were standing in front of the mirror, brushing your teeth when the question tumbled out between suds, muffled by the toothbrush still in your mouth. Jude, sitting on the edge of the bed, looked up from his phone, brow furrowing in confusion.

“What?” He had no idea what you meant, not to mention what you actually said. He got up and strolled over to you, cheekily pulling the toothbrush out of your mouth with a grin. “Say that again?” You spit into the sink, wiped your mouth, and turned to face him.

“Do you want me to get a tattoo? Like, since you got one for me?” Jude’s grin softened into a thoughtful expression.

“I’m not making you get one, and I’d never ask you to,” he replied sincerely, pulling you closer by your waist. “But I wouldn’t stop you either,” he added with a playful glint in his eyes. You giggled, teasing him as you wiped your mouth again.

“Maybe I’ll surprise you one day.” You cooed. He chuckled, his eyes lighting up at the idea, but then his tone shifted slightly, a little more serious but still soft.

“Hey, speaking of the tattoo… You mind if I keep that footage in the series? The bit with the you know the whole angel/ girlfriend thing?” It was still on your mind, but his question caught you off guard, making you pause. You turned back to face him, now more focused.

“You really want to keep that in?” you asked, a little surprised but curious. He nodded.

“Yeah, I mean… there’s a lot left to film this year still, but it’s part of everything, you know?” His tone was casual, but his eyes held a flicker of something deeper. “You’re a part of everything. I wanted to ask though… would you be willing to be more, like, in it?” You raised an eyebrow, toothbrush back in your hand, giving him a skeptical look.

“In it, like how?” You questioned hesitantly but not declining.

“Just in general,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, trying to explain. “Not hidden away so much. Like Jobe—he’s in it, but it’s clear how important he is. I guess I want that too, with you.” He told you but you couldn’t help but laugh, teasing him.

“So you want me to be like your brother?” You giggled. Jude groaned in mock disapproval, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Nah,” he murmured, his lips brushing your skin. “You’re much too pretty.” He corrected you. You giggled as he held you close, the playful warmth between you lingering as his words sank in. There was something deeper there, a quiet statement about how much you meant to him—enough that he wanted the world to see you as a part of his life, even if not the main focus. Just like that tattoo, a subtle mark, but something that would always be there.

Whitney’s Manhattan apartment buzzed with a surreal energy as the reality of her wedding week set in. You were seated with Whitney, Winnie, Trent, and Teddy, all of you tucked into their cozy living room, Jude out busy with a work commitment he set up to do whilst he was in town. The final touches for the wedding were in full swing, but amidst all the excitement, you found yourself leaning back into the sofa, running your fingers through your hair as an idea spilled out of your mouth without much thought.

“I think I’m going to get the tattoo,” you said aloud to the room. The room paused. For a moment, all eyes were on you. Then, almost on cue, Winnie was the first to react, her mouth dropping open dramatically, her face lighting up with exaggerated shock.

“Oh, I love this for you!” She yelped. “My sister’s out here legally committing to Trent and you’re thinking of physically committing to Jude? I love this.” She teased, eyes sparkling with amusement as she leaned forward, crossing her arms over her knees. The sarcasm in her voice was thick, but you could see the twinkle of mischief. Trent, who had been lounging with Teddy on his lap, raised an eyebrow, looking at you with his usual calm demeanor.

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” he said, trying to sound practical. “No one’s making you get a tattoo.” He tried to tell you but before he could finish, Whitney, always the one to champion a bold decision, shook her head vigorously, cutting him off.

“Excuse me? Jude got his first tattoo ever for her,” she said, leaning back with a grin as she emphasized each word. “First! If she’s already got a couple of others, then she can definitely get something for him. I mean, it’s only fair, right? Just get his name nice and small.” She cheekily told you. Winnie’s eyes widened as she put her hand over her chest like she was having a heart attack.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” she interjected dramatically. “Okay, but you cannot get Jude’s name tattooed on you. Nope, absolutely not.” She waved her hand in the air as if trying to physically dismiss the idea. “He didn’t get your name. You can’t be out here doing that. You can be end game but no names.” Laughter erupted around the room. You couldn’t help but shake your head, a shy smile playing on your lips as you tried to process the whirlwind of opinions being thrown your way. Among the chaos, Teddy, who had been watching the adults with wide, curious eyes, suddenly let out a squeal of joy. Wiggling off Winnie’s lap, she toddled over to you, arms stretched up toward you, her favorite word on her lips.

“Judey!” She yelped. Everyone melted at the sound of her little voice, and you bent down, scooping her up in your arms.

“What do you think Teddy girl, what should I get?” you asked her playfully, rocking her gently in your arms. Teddy looked up at you with her big, innocent eyes, and without fully understanding what was happening, she clung to you with a tight hug.

“Judey,” she repeated, burying her face against your neck. You could feel her warm little body relax into yours, and your heart melted a little bit more. Trent let out a deep chuckle from across the room, leaning back and shaking his head

“Yeah? Judey? Teddy girl. I bet he’d love that.” Trent teased, raising his eyebrows as he teased you. “You know Jude would actually kill you if you did that.” Trent laughed imagining his reaction. Whitney giggled, placing a kiss on Teddy’s chubby belly as the little girl squirmed in your arms.

“Good idea my beautiful girl. ‘Judey’ is a great suggestion, baby,” she cooed, glancing up at you with a mischievous grin. “My baby is so smart,” she added, kissing Teddy again as the little one wriggled and giggled in your arms. Winnie, ever the comedian, wasn’t about to let the conversation die.

“You think Jude would kill her? Nah, that’s the thing. He’d probably love it.” She leaned forward, eyes twinkling with amusement. “I bet he’d be like, ‘Yeah, mate, that’s my girl, forever. She’s got my name inked on her body now.’” Doing her best brummie accent You couldn’t help but laugh, your mind swirling between the absurdity of the conversation and the fact that, deep down, there was a small part of you that was seriously considering it. Teddy’s innocent love for Jude, the playful banter in the room, the overwhelming excitement of the wedding—it was all mixing together into a surreal, joyous atmosphere. You shifted Teddy in your arms, still smiling, but a small seed of possibility had been planted. Maybe Winnie wasn’t entirely wrong. Maybe Jude would love it.

It was the day before the wedding, you and Jude were back at your apartment, stealing a moment of peace before the event tonight. The space felt intimate, far removed from the chaos of the wedding preparations. And while the world outside was all about Whitney and Trent’s big day, your world, in this moment, was just about the two of you.

"You look... incredible." He cooed with a grin. You were stood in front of a big mirror fixing your hair. You smirked, feeling happy with the compliment.

"Really? You’re very sweet baby.” You giggled. You turned around, giving him a full look of your stunning figure in the black sequined dress, although the back was not entirely zipped yet and the fabric striped, one panel sequined, the others sheer. You knew he'd be eager to get his hands on you in this dress. The zipper undone, but not enough to reveal what lay hidden beneath although you hope the sheer fabric didn't ruin your surprise. "Need your help with this, baby” you purred, looking at him through the mirror. Jude's eyes lit up with excitement, and he eagerly stepped closer, his warm breath tickling the back of your neck.

“Nah, don’t think so. Not when you look like this.” Jude cooed.He stepped closer. His hands gently found the zipper of your dress, his fingers grazing your skin. The soft touch sent a shiver down your spine, making your breath hitch for a second. Jude’s hands were warm and firm, confident as always. But instead of pulling the zipper up, he paused. Without a word, his hands lingered, sliding down to the small of your back. His touch grew more deliberate, and before you could ask what he was doing, he slowly began pulling the dress off your shoulders. You turned slightly, catching a glimpse of his face in the mirror—his eyes dark with intent, but then they dropped lower, and a glint of surprise lit up his expression. You had got one. You were so excited for Jude to see the tattoo you had gotten done. It was a bold move, sure, but you knew he'd appreciate the gesture, especially since he had gotten his first. You were looking irresistible in a tight-fitting dress that hugged every curve of your body. Your eyes sparkling full of mischief. You let out a soft moan as the fabric slid down, baring your smooth skin. It cascaded down your body, the fabric slipping away until it was pooled at your feet. His lips followed the path of the dress, placing soft kisses along your shoulder blades and down your spine, making you shiver with anticipation. As the dress fell to the floor leaving you exposed, Jude's eyes widened in surprise.

"Angel… seriously, what the fuck is this.” He asked, his voice husky with desire. His fingers traced the curve of your hip, just above the swell of your ass, where a small, delicate tattoo was hidden, a little number ‘5’ etched on you now. “Nah… what is this?" He asked again truly a bit in disbelief. You giggled playfully, turning your head to give him a seductive glance over your shoulder.

"Oh, what? That? Just a little something for you, baby," you whispered, feeling a rush of excitement as you revealed your little secret. Jude's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

"For me? Baby... I honestly didn’t think you’d ever get one," he stammered, his thumb gently rubbing over the ink, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Do you like it?" you teased, swaying your hips slightly, the tattoo sitting just above the lace of your black thong. "It’s just for you.” You giggled. Jude's eyes darkened with desire.

"I love it," he growled, his hands gripping your hips firmly. He pulled you close, he could feel his cock getting harder and harder rapidly. "And I can't wait to show you how much I love it." He kneaded your ass kissing over your skin. Jude slowly sank onto his knees, his hands gliding down your thighs, pushing the lace fabric of your thong aside. He planted soft kisses along the inside of your thighs, making you squirm with anticipation. His warm breath teased your sensitive skin, and you couldn't help but moan.

"Oh, Jude, please… fuck.” You whined. He looked up at you with a devilish grin, his eyes full of lust.

"Just relax f’me, baby," he whispered, before diving in. You gasped as his fingers parted your folds and his tongue followed in their wake. He moved swiftly and aggressively. He hummed and the vibrations made the knot in your stomach tighten almost immediately. His tongue found your sweet spot, licking and flicking, sending waves of pleasure through your body. He teased your clit, sucking and nibbling gently, while his fingers slid inside you, curling and stroking your wetness. Your moans filled the room as Jude ate you out with skill and passion.You leaned forward hands pressing into the mirror. His other hand gripped your ass pulling your ass cheeks apart. He was determined to make you cum, and you couldn't hold back any longer. Your body trembled as the orgasm built, and with one final flick of his tongue, you cried out, your juices flowing freely as pleasure washed over you. Your legs twitching in pleasure.“Good fucking girl. My girl” He told you with a smug smile rubbing his thumb over the ‘5’ tattoo as your chest heaving from your orgasm. He kissed his way up your thighs, along the curve of your ass, and then up your spine, planting soft kisses and gentle bites along the way. When he reached your neck, he sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin, making you shiver with renewed desire. "God, you taste so fucking good," he growled, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He stood up, positioning himself behind you, and pressed your body against the mirror.

“Please, baby.” You whimpered desperate for more of Jude. You looked in the mirror at your naked body being caressed by his big hands while he placed kisses along your back, your shoulder, and then up your neck again coming to your ear.

“Wanna be a good girl and bend over for me.?” He cooed. You agreed immediately without a word and pushed your ass back on him leaning over further. You hummed feeling his hard cock against you. Your eyes looked back at him through the mirror as he looked down at you pumping his cock slowly with his hand. Dragging his tip leaking precum over your soaked pussy. Feeling him press his cock against your clit had you immediately whining. With one swift motion, he entered you from behind, his thick cock filling you completely. It didn’t take long for him to find a rhythm. He began to thrust, his hips slamming against your ass, his balls slapping against your skin.

"Oh, fuck, Jude!" you cried out, your hands gripping the mirror to steady yourself. He grabbed your ass hard as wet slapping sounds filled the room. Jude pounded into you, his hands roaming over your body, squeezing and caressing your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples. He whispered dirty words in your ear, telling you how tight you felt, how much he loved your tattoo, how you were his, and how he was going to make you cum again. Your bodies moved in perfect sync, the slick sounds of your passion filling the room. You could feel your orgasm building again, and Jude's breath grew ragged as he neared his peak.

"Cum for me, angel," he grunted, reaching around you, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in circles as he slammed into you. You couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry of pleasure, you came hard around his cock, your pussy milking him as you both rode the waves of ecstasy. Jude threw his head back, digging his hands into the soft skin of your ass more. Your walls still pulsating around him. You were dripping down your shaking legs. Jude followed you, groaning as he filled you with his hot cum, his body shuddering against yours. As your hearts slowed and your breathing returned to normal, Jude turned you around and kissed you deeply, his hands still caressing your body. "That tattoo... it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he whispered, his eyes full of love and desire. “So good f'me. You okay, angel?” He asked a bit quieter, resting his nose against yours. You smiled, feeling incredibly satisfied and loved.

"I'm so happy you like it, baby" you purred, running your fingers over his hair. "And I’m really happy with the way you showed me even more." You laughed softly, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw as you looked up at him. He hummed in agreement. Jude’s hands slid up to cradle your face, his forehead now pressing gently against yours.

“Angel, thank you” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a fleeting kiss. There was something intense about the way he was looking at you, like he couldn’t believe you were really there, standing in front of him, wearing his number inked on your skin. Jude’s smile deepened, his eyes locking onto yours. He didn’t need to say anything for you to know how much it meant to him. “I really really do love it,” he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and appreciation. “I love you,” he added, pulling you close, his arms wrapping securely around your waist. The way he held you then, with so much care, made your heart ache in the best possible way. The tattoo, the moment, everything felt right. Jude leaned down, kissing you softly, deeply, before murmuring against your lips, “Looks like we’re really stuck with each other now, yeah?”

“Guess so. Forever, huh?” You whispered back, your voice filled with emotion and inquiry. The weight of the moment hit you—how far you’d both come, how much love there was between you. For a long moment, you just stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten. The dinner, the wedding preparations—it all faded away. Right now, it was just the two of you.

“Forever, angel. But we should probably get you back in that dress now though, yeah? Wouldn’t want to be late for the rehearsal dinner.” Jude gave you a cheeky smile. You giggled, stepping out of his embrace to grab your dress from the floor.

“Yeah, yeah, but it’s your fault,” you teased, “You’re the one who took it off me. I had asked you to zip it up if you remember.” You giggled teasingly. Jude raised an eyebrow as he reached for his own suit pants.

“I think you’re the one who distracted me, Angel,” he replied with a wink, gesturing to the tattoo on you. As he zipped up your dress (properly this time), you felt lighter, like a weight had lifted. The evening ahead might be about Whitney and Trent, but you had this quiet moment with Jude to hold on to. His love, his steady presence—it was everything you needed. You gave yourself one last glance in the mirror and then turned to Jude. He was fully dressed, looking impossibly handsome in his tailored suit, and when he caught your eye, his expression softened.

“You really do look incredible,” he said, his voice low and genuine.

“Thank you,” you replied, feeling your cheeks warm under his gaze. You took a deep breath, feeling ready for the night ahead. “Let’s go.” As you stepped out of the apartment and into the bustling city, Jude took your hand, giving it a small squeeze.

“I still can’t believe you got that tattoo.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear. You smiled up at him, your heart full.

“Believe it.” He chuckled, shaking his head slightly as the two of you walked towards the Plaza, hand in hand. The air was charged with anticipation. The formal rehearsal dinner was looming, set at the ornate Plaza Hotel, a nod to Whitney’s glamorous mother’s impeccable taste. The hotel was dripping with opulence—golden chandeliers, high ceilings, and floral arrangements that felt straight out of a royal affair. It was grand, sophisticated, probably a little intimidating for some but you knew the place well. The moment you stepped into the grand ballroom, it felt like stepping into one of Whitney’s Pinterest boards—lavish floral arrangements, cascading lights, soft music floating through the air. You squeezed Jude’s hand, feeling a little emotional.

“They’re really getting married,” you murmured, a bit of a pout forming as the weight of the moment hit you. Jude smiled down at you, giving your hand a comforting squeeze.

“Yeah, mad innit?” He smirked. You glanced around, soaking in the extravagant yet personal details that Whitney had dreamed about for so long. She wasn’t doing the traditional bridesmaids thing, but you and Winnie, of course, were her unofficial girls. The ones who’d been there through all of it. Suddenly, a burst of giggles echoed through the room, and you turned just in time to see a little blur of excitement barreling towards Jude. Teddy, in her adorable tiny dress, was running full speed, her little feet shuffling or stumbling across the ornate carpet, eyes locked on her target.

“Your other girlfriend’s here.” You couldn’t help but laugh, nudging Jude with a teasing smile. He looked at you, momentarily confused, until he too heard the giggles. His face lit up when he saw Teddy, and he immediately squatted down, opening his arms wide.

“Uh Oh!!!! Look who it is! Come here, Teddy bear! I told you I’d see you so soon!” Teddy let out another squeal, launching herself into Jude’s arms with all the energy her little body could muster. Jude scooped her up effortlessly, her giggles filling the space as she nestled her head into the crook of his neck.

“Judey!” she exclaimed, overjoyed. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them, warmth spreading through your chest.

“Wow, looks like I’ve got serious competition,” you teased, watching how much Teddy adored him. Jude grinned, pressing a kiss to Teddy’s temple.

“Guess you do. But she’s been my Teddy girl since day one, haven’t you, Ted?” Jude cooed teasingly. Teddy giggled in response, wrapping her little arms around Jude’s neck as if she had no intention of letting go. It was hard to tell who was more attached—her or Jude. Marcel, slightly out of breath from trying to keep up with Teddy the escapee, finally caught up and chuckled at the scene unfolding.

“Obviously she spotted ‘Judey’ from a mile away.” He shook his head mocking Teddy’s name for him. You laughed, reaching out to fix Teddy’s dress before letting your hand rest gently on Jude’s arm.

“Can’t blame her. He’s pretty popular these days.” You smirked. Jude gave you a playful smirk,

“Guess I’ll just have to split my time this weekend between you two, then.” You rolled your eyes fondly, but your heart swelled at the sweetness of the moment. The venue, the wedding, the whole night—it was meant to be about Whitney and Trent. But right here, right now, in this quiet little corner of their big day, you had your own piece of joy. You grinned, moving slightly to cup Teddy’s chubby cheek.

“Will you share Judey with me, Teddy girl?” you asked in a sweet voice, hoping for some mercy from her. Without hesitation, Teddy shook her head, her little face scrunched in a stubborn pout.

“No tanks,” she said with certainty, as if it wasn’t even up for debate. You gasped dramatically, then glanced over at Marcel, raising an eyebrow with amusement.

“What about Celly? Can I hang out with him then?” Teddy giggled, once again shaking her head vigorously with another ‘no!’ “Oh my goodness!” you exclaimed, tickling her sides as she squealed in delight, her little body squirming in Jude’s arms. “You just love having all the boys to yourself, huh?” Suddenly, Winnie appeared behind you, wrapping her arms around you in a playful hug.

“Takes after her auntie, doesn’t she?” she teased, her grin matching the mischievous glint in her eyes. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help laughing. Jude attempted to set Teddy down, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, she looked up at him like he’d lost his mind.

“No, Judey!” she whined, her tiny hands clinging onto his shirt with desperation. Jude chuckled, scooping her back up with ease.

“Alright, alright,” he said, still smiling at her. But then, he pulled you in with his free arm, tucking you against him and kissing the top of your head. “But you’re gonna have to share me just a little, yeah?” he said, glancing between you and Teddy. The conversation flowed easily, the four of you—Marcel, Winnie, Jude, and you—catching up while Jude balanced Teddy on his hip. But then, mid-conversation, Teddy pressed her small palm against Jude’s cheek, looking at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“Judey,” she began, her voice soft and serious. “Marry my Y/N? Like daddy ‘n mama?” The question hung in the air for a moment, causing a ripple of quiet surprise. You felt your heart skip a beat, and you glanced at Jude, wondering how he’d respond. Jude, ever the smooth talker, smiled warmly at Teddy.

“Maybe one day, Teddy bear,” he said softly, his eyes flickering to you with a mix of affection and something deeper. “What do you think? Would that be okay?” Teddy seemed to think it over seriously for a moment, then nodded, satisfied with his answer.

“Tay,” she said simply, resting her head on his shoulder with a contented sigh. Winnie, standing beside you, let out a small chuckle.

“Well, well, we’ll… maybe one day,” she whispered a tease, squeezing your arm gently. You smiled, your heart swelling at the sweetness of it all. Jude’s arm stayed around you, holding you close, as if he knew Teddy’s innocent question wasn’t all that far from the truth. Jude was an unofficial babysitter. She just wouldn’t leave your man alone. So, later that evening, as the night carried on with laughter and music drifting through the air, Teddy clung to Jude like she always did, her wide, curious eyes locked on him. She had been watching everything, from her daddy and mummy sharing kisses and whispers, to the way everyone was smiling and talking about how happy they were. And now, in the innocence of her thoughts, she turned to Jude with her serious question from earlier still bubbling in her little mind.

“Judey,” she asked, tugging at his sleeve to get his full attention. Jude looked down at her with an amused smile.

“What’s up, Ted?” He asked her.

“Whys?” Her little face scrunched up as she mulled over the words before finally blurting out,

“Why what?” Jude asked, leaning down slightly to be closer to her level. He had a feeling she was about to hit him with one of those toddler questions that had no easy answer. Teddy furrowed her brows, clearly grappling with something that didn’t quite add up in her head.

“Why no marry?” she asked, nodding toward you, her small hand pointing across the room where you stood, engaged in conversation. Jude blinked in surprise, caught off guard. He had expected a question about the cake or her dress, but she was still on about marriage. He chuckled softly, shifting her weight in his arms.

“Why haven’t I married her?” he repeated, as if testing the question out loud to himself. He didn’t wasn’t even sure Teddy even knew that’s what was happening but clearly she did and she wasn’t letting it go. She nodded again, her eyes wide and serious.

“You love?” she asked, her voice small but certain. Jude’s grin softened, his gaze flickering over to you.

“Yeah, I love her so much,” he confirmed, the words so easy to say but carrying a weight that made his chest tighten in the best way. Teddy’s little head tilted to the side, her tiny mind working overtime.

“But loves you?” she asked, as if confirming her hypothesis. In her world, love was simple. You loved someone, you married them. Simple. Jude laughed again, realizing how straightforward the world was in Teddy’s eyes.

“Yeah, she loves me,” he told her, a little smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “But we haven’t known each other as long as your daddy’s known mummy,” he added, thinking maybe that would help explain things. Teddy’s expression didn’t change. She stared at him, clearly unimpressed by his answer.

“But loves you,” she repeated, as if that was the only thing that mattered. Jude opened his mouth to reply but paused, realizing there was no use in explaining the complicated world of relationships to a toddler. Teddy wasn’t interested in timing or logic—just love. He glanced at you again, the thought of what Teddy was implying stirring something deeper in him. Maybe she had a point, in her simple, innocent way. With a sudden idea sparking in his mind, he leaned in closer to Teddy, lowering his voice to a whisper.

“Tell you what,” he said, his tone conspiratorial. “I’ll tell you a secret, but you have to promise you won’t tell anyone. Not even mummy or daddy.” Teddy’s eyes widened, her lips parting in excitement.

“I pwomise!” she said, practically bouncing in his arms at the prospect of keeping a secret. Jude smiled at her enthusiasm, but he wasn’t about to let her off that easy.

“Nah, nah, nah,” he said, shaking his head. “You have to pinky promise.” He cooed. Teddy’s face lit up even more as she extended her little pinky, her chubby finger wiggling in front of his face. Trent had recently explained this concept to her and it felt like the biggest most important thing in the world when she got to use it.

“Pinky pwomise!” she declared, taking this very seriously now. Jude wrapped his pinky around hers, sealing the deal. He looked over his shoulder, making sure no one was listening before whispering in her ear.

“I’m gonna ask her. I’m going to ask her to marry me.” Teddy’s eyes went as wide as saucers, her whole body wriggling in excitement.

“I ask her for you!” she squealed, her little hands waving in the air, already imagining herself running straight to you with the news.

“Nah, nah, nah!” Jude laughed, wrapping his arms tighter around her, real fear flickering in his chest at the thought of her spilling the beans. “Teddy, remember? You promised you wouldn’t tell!” He chuckled. Teddy’s expression grew serious, her lips pressing into a pout as she realized the gravity of her pinky promise.

“Pinky pwomise,” she repeated, her little voice barely a whisper now as she nodded. She laid her head on Jude’s chest, curling into him, as if she had just been entrusted with the most important secret in the world. Which to Jude… it kind of was. Jude let out a relieved breath, his heart still pounding from the scare of Teddy almost blowing his surprise. He kissed the top of her head, holding her close.

“Good girl,” he murmured, a smile tugging at his lips. “It’s our little secret, okay?” Teddy nodded again, but there was still a twinkle of excitement in her eyes.

“Tay, Judey,” she whispered back, feeling like she was part of something important now. Jude glanced over at you again, his heart swelling as he watched you laugh with Winnie across the room. It wasn’t just a thought anymore. It wasn’t just something far off in the future. It was real. And now, thanks to Teddy, it felt even more real. Teddy’s little body finally settled into the warmth of the evening, Jude smiled to himself. He looked down at her peaceful face, and then back over to you, knowing without a doubt that his world was exactly where it needed to be. And soon, he’d make sure you knew that too.

Jude had resigned from babysitting for the night and returned Trent’s daughter to him. The night was so fun for her. All her favorite people who were rarely together all in one room but now it was laced with the pressure of keeping a secret. Teddy wriggled in Trent’s lap, her little hands gripping his shirt as she leaned in closer, her face full of concentration as she prepared to spill the secret she had been holding onto with all the strength of a toddler’s pinky promise. She couldn’t manage not telling anyone else any longer.

“Dada,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “allowed to tell you a pinky pwomise?” Trent raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips as he looked down at her, his miniature reflection staring back at him with those wide, innocent eyes.

“A pinky promise, huh? What’s that about, baby bear?” Teddy, still unsure, shifted nervously in his lap, her gaze darting between Trent and her hands as she fidgeted with her fingers.

“Is secret, but don’t knows if can tell but I want.” Trent let out a soft laugh, amused by her confusion.

“Hmm, so you have a secret, but you don’t know if you can tell daddy?” he asked playfully, his hand gently running his hand over her hair. Teddy nodded, looking up at him earnestly.

“Judey told,” she whispered, her voice growing even softer, like she was sharing the most important secret in the world.

“Ahh, Judey told you a secret, did he?” Trent teased, fully invested now. “What’s it about, baby bear?”

“Bout auntie.” Teddy’s eyes lit up as she said your name, her little lips curling into a smile. At that, Trent’s smirk deepened. He had a pretty good idea of where this was going, but he played along, his curiosity piqued. Even though it felt like the first time Jude had said that he wanted that… that he genuinely was going to ask, Trent had long put the pieces together.

“Oh really? Well, why don’t you come here,” he said, lowering his voice to match hers, “You can whisper it in Daddy’s ear, okay? Just between you and me. You can trust Daddy baby.” Teddy gave a serious nod, her small hand cupping Trent’s ear as she leaned in, her messy jumble of words and excitement flowing out in a rushed, whispered confession. Trent could barely make out all the words, but the key points hit him instantly, and he had to hold back a laugh as the pieces fell into place.

“Judey…love… gonna ask… marry…” Teddy mumbled, her little face lighting up as if she had just revealed the biggest news of her life. Trent straightened up, trying to keep his expression neutral, though inside he was grinning from ear to ear. He knew exactly what she was talking about—Jude’s ideation to propose to you. It wasn’t exactly going to be tomorrow but he was beijing to think about it. He’d do it. The secret that Jude had somehow entrusted to a toddler, of all people. And now, here she was, spilling the beans to him. Jude should’ve known better but truthfully he didn’t care who knew, except for you. He wanted to surprise you whenever he got the courage to do it. Trent took a deep breath, still playing along, his voice full of warmth as he responded.

“Ohh, wow, that’s a big secret, huh? You’re a good secret-keeper, Ted.” He teased but it went over her head. “I think because you pinky promised, we can’t tell anyone else, okay? This is between you, me, and Judey.” Teddy nodded eagerly.

“Tay dada. Pinky pwomise,” she said, holding out her little pinky once again. Trent hooked his pinky around hers, sealing their new promise.

“Pinky promise,” he echoed, his heart swelling as he looked at his daughter, her innocence so sweet and pure. He pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead before glancing across the room where you and Jude stood, completely unaware of the little moment unfolding.Teddy, feeling satisfied with herself, snuggled into Trent’s chest, her secret now safely shared. Trent’s mind raced, though—Jude wanted to ask you to marry him. He was bursting with excitement for his friend, but now, thanks to Teddy, he had to keep that same promise. As he sat there, cradling Teddy in his arms, Trent couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath, thinking about how Jude had gone on that holiday to Greece a single man and had come back, to this very moment, into a relationship deeper than he ever could’ve imagined and then naively he was entrusting a huge secret plan to a toddler.

As Trent stood at the head of one of the tables in the room, the murmur of quiet conversation hushed. The atmosphere in the room shifted, the weight of the moment settling as everyone turned their attention to him. His glass raised, a faint sheen of nerves danced in his eyes, but there was also a calm certainty in his demeanor. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation, joy, and love. The room, illuminated by soft candlelight and the quiet hum of loved ones catching up, felt warm and intimate despite the grandeur of the event. You were seated beside Jude, both of you relaxed after the evening’s events, but you could sense something deeper building in the air as Trent stood up to speak. Everyone fell silent as Trent cleared his throat, visibly trying to collect himself. He glanced around the room, his eyes pausing on Whitney, who sat next to him, glowing with happiness, Teddy nestled in her arms, their daughter fidgeting with Whitney’s necklace. He smiled, the weight of the moment catching up with him. The sight of her made his voice falter for a second, and he took a deep breath, clearly overcome with emotion.

“I’ve been thinking about what I wanted to say tonight,” Trent began, his voice soft but steady, “unfortunately, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to put into words how much the two girls right here mean to me but I’ll give it a go. Erm… I’ve been lucky enough to experience some incredible moments in my life—although they were primarily on the pitch until I met Whit—and though they were great, none of them could ever compare to the day I realized this woman loved me and every day that came after that.” He paused, glancing at Whitney with a mix of awe and affection. “I really don’t think the world has known perfection like my Whitney. Maybe… maybe Steven Gerrard in the 2005 Champions League final, but even Gerrard couldn’t hold a candle to you, baby.” The room chuckled softly, a wave of warmth and fondness spreading through the crowd. If you knew Trent, you knew that was massive for him to say. Trent smiled, his hand resting on the back of his neck as he continued. “There’s this feeling you’ve brought into my life, Whit. It’s… it’s hard to articulate but I’d like to share it with all here and I’d hope that everyone in this room gets to experience what it’s like to have someone in their life that makes them feel this way. It’s a feeling… one where your heart stops for a moment when I look at her. It slows down, like this calm stillness takes over, and for a second I can’t believe the girl of my dreams is right in front of me, loving me back. And then… it ramps up again. Fast. Like the moment before a final whistle, when you realize your dreams are actually coming true.” Whitney’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her arms wrapping delicately around Teddy as they both gazed up at him. Everyone in the room seemed to lean in, hanging on every word he spoke. As Trent described this feeling Jude got goosebumps. It wasn’t particularly about the words but the fact that he knew exactly what Trent meant. He knew this feeling so well. “It’s not just the big moments, though,” he continued, his voice softer now, more personal. “It’s the little things. The way she smiles at me when she thinks I’m not looking. The way she’s built a life with me that feels like home, no matter where we are. She gives me something that’s impossible to define. It’s all those small moments that make up the life I’ve dreamed of. A life with her and our baby girl.” Trent kept talking but you felt Jude’s hand squeeze yours beneath the table as Trent continued. His words were raw, vulnerable, and filled with a kind of love that was impossible to miss. You glanced over at Whitney, tears slipping down her cheeks as she smiled up at Trent, her heart clearly full. “You’re mine,” Trent said, his voice almost a whisper now, “until the day I die and I’ve been yours. And tomorrow… tomorrow’s the beginning of the rest of our lives together. I’ve spent so many nights thinking about all the ways I’m lucky enough to get to love you, all the ways I’m going to make you happy, to continue building this life together.” Trent sighed.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about how I ended up here,” Trent began, his voice soft but clear. “And I think it all comes down to one thing—I got really, really lucky.” He glanced at Whitney, his eyes full of affection and disbelief. “Whitney gave me a chance.” There was a light chuckle from the crowd, but the way he looked at her, you could tell he meant every word. “You didn’t have to,” he continued, “but you did, right here at The Plaza. I asked you to stay with me the next few days here after we met. Spend time with me. Let me show you how great I am. It was maybe a bit mad, but I didn’t want to be apart.” He laughed. “The joke was on me though because you showed me how great you were instead, and I spent those few days falling in love with you faster than I could have possibly imagined. And I’ll never be able to thank you enough for giving me that chance.” His tone shifted, becoming a little more serious. “I look at the two of you, sitting there—my girls—and I don’t know how I got so lucky. Whitney, you’ve given me everything. Everything I never even knew I needed. You’ve given me love, you’ve given me a home, and most importantly, you’ve given me our baby,” he gestured to Teddy, his voice thick with emotion as he said it. You could feel the lump forming in your throat as he spoke, your eyes already beginning to well with tears. Teddy, who was so full of life, sat innocently in Whitney’s arms, her little fingers gripping her mum’s dress as if she could sense how important the moment was.

“She’s perfect,” Trent said softly, his voice cracking just a little. “And that’s because of you, Whit. You’ve made my life… you’ve made me a better man just by being in it.” He took a deep breath, gathering himself as the room remained silent, hanging on every word. “It’s funny because everyone knows me as a footballer, and yeah, I love the game. But this? This is my greatest achievement. You two. This is what matters. And I can’t believe you chose me to do this life with.” You wiped at your eyes as you watched Whitney smile through her own tears, Teddy blissfully unaware of the gravity of her dad’s words. “Whit you are the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen in my life. But your soul, your kindness, your being is the most beautiful thing in the world. You are so gentle and yet so strong you really are perfect.” Trent’s vulnerability was so raw, so real, that it was hard not to feel the depth of his love for the family he had built. He tried to inject some of his usual humor into the moment, lightening the mood. “Now, I’m not saying it’s all easy—Teddy, baby bear, I don’t love when you wake me up at four in the morning,” he teased, causing a ripple of laughter to break the emotional tension. “But I wouldn’t change a single thing. Not one moment. Not a single morning with you two.” He paused, clearly moved by his own words. “Whitney, I’m just so grateful. For you. For everything you’ve given me. And tomorrow… tomorrow, we get to do what I knew I wanted to after our first date.” At that moment, there was almost a gasp in the room. It was true, Trent genuinely had knew he wanted this. Whitney’s hand moved to lightly sit over her lips, as if holding in all the emotions that threatened to spill out, while Trent stood before her, laid bare in front of everyone. “You’re mine forever,” he continued, his voice breaking just slightly, but he pushed on. “You have me, forever. And if you still want me tomorrow…” The room fell into soft, affectionate laughter, and even Trent let out a small, nervous laugh, running a hand over his hair.

“It’ll be the longest night of my life tonight,” he confessed with a soft grin, “thinking of all the ways I’ve marked you as mine, all the ways I’ve dreamed of giving you a life we could build together and seeing that we were able to do even more than that if the biggest win of my career.” He took a moment to compose himself, glancing down as if to gather the strength for his final words. “I’ll never be able to say it enough, but I love you, Whitney. I love you and Teddy more than I ever thought was possible.” The room burst into applause, but you could barely see through the tears blurring your vision. It was impossible not to cry, watching the way Trent adored his family, how deeply he felt for the two girls sitting beside him. His usual dry humor had softened, giving way to something raw and pure—a deep love for Whitney and Teddy that seemed to encompass everything. You glanced at Jude, his hand squeezing yours beneath the table. He didn’t say anything, but the way he looked at you, with that quiet, knowing gaze, told you he understood. The love in the room, the vulnerability, it was an emotional rollercoaster that left you both feeling more connected than ever. As you dabbed at your eyes, you couldn’t help but think of the future—the kind of love you and Jude were building, and the way it mirrored what Trent and Whitney had. It was powerful, overwhelming, and utterly beautiful. There was something so personal and bashful about the way Trent confessed his feelings—like he was still a little boy in love with his first crush, even though he was about to marry the love of his life. As you glanced at Jude, you couldn’t help but wonder if, someday, you’d hear words like that from him. You could see the emotion in his eyes too, the way he watched Trent and Whitney with a mixture of pride and quiet longing. Trent looked momentarily overwhelmed but leaned down to kiss Whitney on the forehead as she stood up to hug him, burying her face in his chest as Trent took Teddy. You watched them, your heart swelling as their love unfolded so openly in front of everyone. As you sat there, holding Jude’s hand, you couldn’t help but reflect on how deeply Trent’s words resonated with you. There was something so unabashed about the way he loved Whitney, how he wasn’t afraid to admit that he was utterly and completely obsessed with her, with the life they had created together. And though football was everything to him, it didn’t compare to what he had found with her. Your thoughts flickered back to Jude. You turned your head slightly to glance at him once more, wondering if you had that same effect on him—if you were his calm amidst the chaos of the world, his anchor, the person who made him feel more than any trophy or victory ever could. He must have felt your eyes on him because he turned, catching your gaze with a soft smile. Without saying a word, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering there as if to answer all your unspoken questions. His hand squeezed yours, a quiet affirmation that maybe you already did have that effect on him. Maybe, in your own way, you had pulled him out of the spotlight and into a world that belonged solely to the two of you. The warmth of his touch, the way his thumb gently stroked the back of your hand, felt like a promise—a promise that the world you were building together wasn’t something he took lightly. Even if the words hadn’t been spoken yet, you could feel it in the way he held you, the way he was so unapologetically there, with you, in that moment. Trent and Whitney were now surrounded by family and friends, laughter echoing through the room as people congratulated them. The weight of the moment had passed, but the love it left behind lingered, wrapping around everyone like a warm embrace. Jude shifted in his seat beside you, his arm coming to rest on the back of your chair as he leaned in closer.

“You okay, angel?” he asked softly, his voice low, meant only for you. You nodded, leaning into his warmth, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.

“Yeah,” you whispered, your voice soft but full of meaning. “I’m perfect.” And in that moment, as the laughter and chatter filled the room, you realized that what you had with Jude was its own kind of magic—a quiet, unspoken connection that was growing deeper with every passing day. The world outside could wait. For now, in this room, surrounded by love and joy, you were exactly where you were meant to be.

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