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sakuatsu week day 1: "i've waited for this."
itâs a simple setup, rows of chairs on either side of a white carpet decorated with flowers that ends at the altar, an arch with curtains on either side, adorned with a beautiful assortment of fauna. the ocean and sky meet in an infinite expanse of blue, the sun giving its blessing onto the couple of the hour. the guests chatter amongst themselves, dressed anywhere from elegant suits, traditional kimono, radiant dresses. the minister awaits on the altar, waiting.
with uniformed footsteps, the couple arrives to walk down the aisle, arm in arm. the crowd jumps to their feet to applaud, whistle, and cheer, throwing flower petals in the air. a few have their phones out to record the moment, taking photos as the couple walks by, clad in matching pink suits and red bowties, smiles wide at the family and friends gathered together.
at the end of the aisle, before the minister, stands their best men. osamuâs smile shines brighter than the stars in the galaxy, motoya subtly wiping away tears with his hand. the couple reaches the altar, turns to face each other before the minister. atsumuâs upper lip wobbles as he tries to hold back his tears; kiyoomi canât help but look at him fondly, with an adoration that has cultivated for years upon years, and will continue to grow, for as long as he lives.
once the crowd is seated, the minister starts. âit is my pleasure to officiate one of japanâs first same-sex marriages on this lovely day,â he begins. âmay the couple find nothing but happiness for the rest of their lives, and may nothing threaten its validity, for as long as i have breath in this body.â he turns to atsumu. âmiya atsumu, do you promise to take sakusa kiyoomi as your husband, to be there for him in sickness and health, and stand by his side, no matter what obstacles may come?â
âi do.â despite the tears in his eyes, his voice doesnât waver.
the minister turns to kiyoomi. âsakusa kiyoomi, do you promise to take miya atsumu as your husband, to be there for him in sickness and health, and stand by his side, no matter what obstacles may come?â
âi do.â itâs a vow that he has made over and over, a vow that is legally recognized at last.
âplease exchange rings to show your vows to one another.â
he steps back, and both partners reach into their pockets, where they stowed their wedding band for each other, a slim silver band with the outline of a weasel engraved on the outside, and the outline of a fox on the inside. kiyoomi slides his band over atsumuâs ring finger; atsumu does the same.
âi now declare you husband and husband. you may now kiss.â
kiyoomi cups atsumuâs cheeks, overwhelmed by the rush of emotion that surges through him. atsumu rests a hand on his chest, leaning forward to capture his lips. the crowd roars, throwing the remaining flower petals in the air.
when they break apart, their fingers intwine together to face their audience, witnesses to their union. âcongratulations!â hinata shouts. bokuto is bawling beside him, the rest of their teammates whistling.
on the other side, aran has also been reduced to tears, kita gazing fondly at his underclassman. ginjima and kosaku shout at atsumu, suna unwavering as he films the entire ceremony. the husbands step away briefly to hug their respective best man â osamu wraps his brother in the tightest hug possible, and kiyoomi steps into his cousinâs arms. âcongrats, kiyo.â motoya is on the brink of tears. âit was so beautiful.â
âthank you for being here, motoya.â
his cousin starts sniffling. âanything for my favorite little cousin!â
kiyoomi rolls his eyes, then turns toward osamu, who is approaching him for a hug. motoya happily embraces atsumu; kiyoomi gets a harsh slap on the back instead. âya promised ta take care oâ âim.â just like his cousin, osamuâs voice is also thick. âi expect ya ta hold onto yer word.â
he thinks of the arguments over the years, the disagreements, the tears and slammed doors. every time it happened, he would always find atsumu at onigiri miya, crying or complaining to his brother. he witnessed their every up and every down, will continue to do so. now, however, kiyoomi has made a promise to only go up from here.
âof course,â he answers. âyou can expect nothing less.â
osamu releases him, and kiyoomi finds atsumuâs hand again, whose tears have begun to flow freely. he turns to wipe a teardrop away, and atsumu smiles, overwhelmed by a sob. âiâm not sad, donât worry. iâm just- iâm so happy, omi. ya have no idea.â
âi do.â even if he remains stoic, his chest feels like itâs about to burst with love, mind filled with endless mornings and nights with his husband, official papers and documents that recognize their marriage, maybe even a future with kids. anything is possible now, and he scarcely know how to start.
instead, he begins with a kiss on his forehead, lacing their fingers together again. atsumu turns, and kiyoomi lowers his head to kiss him again through the roaring applause. before they leave the altar, he pauses to take one last look over his shoulder, husband by his side.
theyâve waited for this, and itâs finally theirs. they turn, ready to celebrate with their loved ones, for tomorrow, theyâll face life as each otherâs husbands, united forever.
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inspiration: fanart of sakuatsu's wedding!! <3
#flyingwargle original#drabble#haikyuu!!#haikyuu drabble#miya atsumu#post timeskip#sakusa kiyoomi#sakuatsu#sakuatsuweek2024#WEDDINGS MAN#hq really be taking all my firsts#first wedding that i ever wrote#even tho it's based off fanart#ehe#let's get the party started!!
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The Big 5-0-0
(Or, Glorfindel has a gift for his husband)
[for Glorfindel Week, hosted by @glorfindelweek, Day 7]
âFive hundred years!â Exclaimed the shocked tavern keeper.
Glorfindel shrugged as he helped the Man lift the roasted lamb from the cooking fire that also heated the dining room. âFive hundred years is not so long for elves.â
The Man scoffed, taking up a towel in one hand and pushing the steaming carcass from the spit. She wagged a finger at him. âFor an Elf with a thousand years ahead of him, maybe, but any marriage that endures longer than kingdoms ought to be celebrated to the fullest.â
A thousand more years felt like pitifully little time to Glorfindel. He certainly would take every opportunity to celebrate every memory if he knew his time in Arda was so limited. How Men, who were lucky if they lived within a stoneâs throw of one hundred, went their whole lives without bursting into song and dance in celebration of existence, heâd never understand.Â
âI saw that horse you rode here on, so donât bother saying you donât have the means to throw a proper party.â
Asfaloth, being an Elvish steed, demanded a certain level of finary when he went out. The bells, however, were entirely Glorfindelâs idea.
âErestor detests parties, and he says adorning a horse in gems and bells will get me killedâagain!âÂ
She snorted at the jest, passing Glorfindel a platter for the meat he was stripping from the bones, unbothered by the heat that would burn her hands. âAnd in five hundred years, have you learned only what he dislikes and nothing of what he likes?â
He smiled softly. He knew much of what his beloved liked.
âShould I call all those men back in and ask them to recount tales of wives whose husbands didnât bring them an anniversary gift?â The tavern keeper threatened.Â
Sheâd cleared the dining room of local patrons until the meal was ready. The gleaming Elf-lord had garnered more raucous attention than she liked when it was her building, table, and chairs at risk, and it hadnât felt right to ask him to wait in his room until everyone was distracted by good food. The other Men went willingly enough, though Glorfindel could still clearly hear them milling about outside.
âThat wonât be necessary, good lady,â he said. âDuty brought me this way, but I made time to find something he will treasure.â He patted the purse tied to his belt.
She shot the purse a dubious look, doubtlessly skeptical that anything that fit in a small bag could adequately encompass the magnitude of a coupleâs 500th wedding anniversary.Â
âWell,â she settled on. âDonât say no one warned you if he kicks you out on your ear.â
--
When Glorfindel finally arrived in Imladris, Erestor met him in the narrow pass leading down into the valley, too impatient to wait longer.
âMy brightest night star!â Glorfindel said, alighting from Asfalothâs saddle to sweep the loremaster into his arms. He planted a kiss on his forehead, thrilled by the absence of an audience to their reunion: Erestor disliked people kissing in public almost as much as he disliked parties. âOh, how Iâve missed you.â
Erestor huffed but did not pull away. Reaching up, he pulled Glorfindelâs head down to return the kiss, leaving his husband blushing with excitement.Â
âYou took your time, Dandelion,â the black-haired Elf accused when they separated. âElrond expected you back a fortnight ago.â
âI admit to tarrying longer than needed for the task he gave me,â Glorfindel said, leading the dusty stallion as the lovers continued down the path hand-in-hand. âBut I promise it was not without reason.â
âIt had better be a good reason, and not just that you had to climb some mountain to return one of ManwĂ«âs foolish birds to its nest.â
Erestor was with him on that particular occasion, about fifty years before they married, though he had no interest in scaling the last cliffs to return the unfledged eagle to her home. Glorfindel insisted on it, knowing the young bird couldnât survive the fast-approaching thunderstorm alone in the open and was too wild to keep in with them until the weather cleared. Trusting his skill and light step, Glorfindel climbed alone, the bird wrapped in a cloth to keep her wings and talons contained and secured in a sack over his shoulder, only her head poking out. The task wouldnât have been challenging if not for the storm. He made it back to the sheltered test just fine, reassuring the flustered eagle parents with a song as he freed their lost eaglet. On the way down, however, his hands split on the rain-soaked stones and fellâonly a few feet down to the next ledge, true, but it was enough to leave his heart pounding and senses ringing with the echos of dragon-thunder and flash of balrog-whips overlaying the storm.Â
Erestor threatened to knock him out and tie him up the next time such madness came over him when he eventually made it back to safety, dripping wet and jumping at every clash of thunder that came too close. Glorfindel agreed to let him.
âOh, no, you will find this delay was entirely to your liking,â he promised.
âA lofty claim, indeed,â Erestor said. âI will require proof.â
âWhen we are both safely home and done with our duties, I will show you.â
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Glorfindel was sitting, comfortable and cozy, in bed with his embroidery when something hard bounced off his head and landed on the covers next to him.
âI cannot believe you!âÂ
Erestorâs sitting in an armchair by the window, using the last rays of the setting sun to inspect his giftâOr he had been. Currently, he was standing, slate tablet in one hand, the other still extended from slinging the little dog figurine from the side table at the golden-haired fool sitting in bed. His face was scrunched up, mouth pinched like heâd bitten into a lemon (except he usually had too much self-control to ever react to the unassuming citrus, but the comparison was good enough).Â
âWhere did you find this? How did you find this?â He brandished the old slate aggressively, for a moment looking as though he might throw it too.
Glorfindel set aside his project. âIs it not to your liking?âÂ
Perhaps heâd misjudged entirely and he would end up out on his ear just like the tavern keeper warned.
âNot to my liking? Not to my liking?â Erestor lifted the tablet high, gesturing to the small drawings on it with his other hand. âSunflower, The elf who made these stories died four thousand years ago. How did you come by this?â
He sounded more shocked than angry, and Glorfindel relaxed. âThrough much patience and the exchanging of many letters with various collectors of first age relics. I made a detour to collect that on the way back. Thatâs what delayed my return.â
âDid it not cost a small fortune? I spied no gems missing from your horseâs daft accoutrements.âÂ
A grin broke across Glorfindelâs face. âI dare say it is worth as much to you.â
Softness spread across his husbandâs face and he touched the old slate now with tender, almost reverent fingers as he caressed the time-warn drawings. His eyes clouded with old memories of the past rarely recalled from the careful places he stored them in. âI laughed over this depiction of Lords Celegorm and Curufin when it was only days old! I helped VekkawĂ« hide his collection in our mattresses when Captain CrĂmainya came to destroy the âdefaming misinformationâ. I thought Iâd never see one again after the Valar sank Beleriand.â
Eyes clearing, he brought the tablet, with its child-like depiction of long-gone beloved lords, to his chest and said, âThis is a great treasure. No fortune can take it from me.â
Glorfindel laughed. âIâm glad the Dwarf I bought it from did not know the true value, then, for I am not sure I could have gotten it honestly for that price and would not have departed without it.â
Erestor snorted, muttering âSix pounds of that hideous tack you insist on dressing your horse in would have covered it, no doubtâ as he turned away for a moment of privacy to wipe his eyes clear before he accidentally shed tears over the small remnant of his past.
âAsfaloth cannot be parted from his gems when he is afield.âÂ
Glorfindel opened his arms, and Erestorâafter setting the tablet carefully on the side table like it was as fragile as a hollow dove egg and not slab or stone almost as old as the world itself that had survived devastations and travesties unnumberedâfell into his embrace.Â
They spent the rest of the night in bed, though neither got much sleep.
#Glorfindel has dandelion fuzz for brains sometimes but he does good#kind of a companion piece to my other glorester 500th wedding anniversary fic over on ao3#figured it me nice to end glorfindel week by revisiting the theme from the first story i ever wrote with them#finished just in the nick of time because i have to go to bed early#glorfindel week#asfaloth#glorfindel#erestor#glorfindel x erestor#glorestor#500th wedding anniversary#elves#feanorians#you know the feanorians had some internally circulated cartoon versions of the drama c+c got up to#the silmarillion#lotr#grimwing writes
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The birdies at the wedding đïž
A little one shot posted for 3000 hits!
Summary:
Helena, Nozel, Heinry, Noureen and Natalia attend the wedding of Asta and Noelle.
Just lots of fluff, pretty descriptions, spanglish and some silly jokes đ
Yes, there is an illustration đ©”
Type: One shot
Word count: 2800
Author's note:
I mention other people's OCs. (Literally mentions, but I couldn't stop myself đ.) They belong to @lyranova @thoughtfullyrainynightmare and @loosesodamarble.
The ceremony at Asta and Noelleâs wedding was simply beautiful. Helena could come up with multiple astounding adjectives to describe it, but she was sure that even all of them complied could not reflect on how she was feeling. She bawled her eyes out and was loudly sobbing, while using a handkerchief to wipe away her never ending tears of joy.Â
Her children two nine year old boys Heinry and Noureen, and Natalia a three year old little girl would point out her emotional state.Â
âMama, why are you crying?â Heinry pulled on her dress. âPapa do something!â He would then bother Nozel, who just smiled softly and stayed quiet as all of them should have done through out the ceremony.Â
After Asta and Noelle spoke their vows and finally said the long awaited âYesâ, the party was moved from the great chapel to the Silva Estate ballroom. As the Lady of the house it was Helenaâs job to have it meticulously prepared. She obviously poured her heart out and countless hours at that, towards reaching her goal. The grand hall was lavishly decorated with white, pink, purple and blue flower bouquets, garlands, lights and all possible accessories. However it was not too much, just the perfect amount to not let anyone feel overwhelmed, but allow them to appreciate the interior. Helena cared for the good name of House Silva and she continued to fulfil that playful promise she had made to Nozel years ago, about pouring her dignified strength and giving her best for the prosperity and reputation of their House. Theirs. And now Asta joined the Silva family too.Â
The newlyweds sat at a rectangular table, which was specially raised on a platform, so that everyone could see them. Kahono as Noelleâs brideâs maid and Yuno as Astaâs best man, sat on both of their sides. Next to Yuno there was one additional seat prepared for his fiancĂ© Neva, but she disappeared somewhere within the crowd and had yet to join them.Â
Helena and her familia were seated at the table to the right from the newlyweds. Next to them sat Solara and Fuegoleon with their own three cubs. They were engaged in some pleasant conversations and Fuego was completely drowning in the mesmerising green eyes of his wife. Helena watched them fondly, happy that everything seemed to have fallen in its right place.Â
She turned towards her three birdies, whose sight filled her with joy and pride only a mother could understand and smiled. Noureen was fidgeting with the high neck of the white jabot that he was wearing. It contrasted with his pastel red, sleeveless blazer and chocolate brown strands of hair, that fell onto his shoulders. Under the blazer he wore a white shirt with golden bands gripping it at his wrists. Matching pants were straight pleat and golden sandals finished of his look. The red cross flory fitchy earring in his right ear proudly stated, which house he belonged to. Although everybody could probably guess it anyway, because his hair was styled almost exactly as Nozelâs. And those eyes of his, they were lilac, just like nana Acierâs and his papaâs.Â
Heinry wore the exact same outfit, just that the accents were baby blue and the earring was on his left ear. He looked like a miniature copy of Nozel with his silver hair styled in an eagle like manner. However only looked, because when it came to his behaviour, nothing could scream louder the energetic atmosphere of the Drazels.Â
Natalia sat on the other side of the table in a raised seat specially prepared for a three year old. Her silver hair was getting longer and it was neatly styled in soft waves. The dark brown eyes of the girl were excited as she tried manoeuvring towards her mouth a piece of duck using a small fork. Helena worried that she would drop it on her soft lilac dress and then they would need to leave the party to get her changed. Thankfully Nozel was there to save the day. With a flick of his fingers he created some mercury protecting the fabric.Â
Classical ballroom music was being played by the band and Kahono, now a kingdom wide star, sang a love song for the newlyweds. Helena was immersed into the sound. She felt excitement rise in her chest and she knew, she wanted to join the dance.Â
Helena turned towards her husband and a her lips formed a beautiful smile.Â
âWould you like to dance mi amor?â She asked in a sweet tone.Â
âIâm good,â Nozel answered flatly and focused on the roast duck, that was in front of him, completely not noticing an annoyed expression on his wifeâs face. He had to not realise, that she was just asking out of courtesy.Â
Helena furrowed her brows and huffed.Â
âAre you suuure?â She elongated the word and made Nozel look up. His eyebrows raised and lilac eyes were questioning.Â
âI want to finish this dish,â he said. âYou know itâs my favorite.â
Yes Helena was aware, but she wished to be selfish and dance now.
âPapa helps me eat,â Natalia crinkled her tiny nose and now that it was two against one Helena knew she lost. Daddyâs girl was taking his side, since her youngest years.Â
âI would like to dance with you mama,â Heinry jumped of his seat and approached her. He respectfully bowed down and then reached his hand towards her. The little prince, that he was, knew all the required etiquette and was pristine with his manners. Lilac eyes flashed confidently and Helena chuckled softly reaching out to her son.Â
âAt least someone knows how to be a gentleman,â she grinned at her husband, who just rolled his eyes affectionately, before once again swooping in to save Nataliaâs dress. âWhat if you just feed her?â Helena added.Â
âI can⊠myself,â Natalia found the right word and furrowed her brows, while gripping harder onto the fork, that she was holding. She was a smart three year old and certainly a feisty one. Wonder where she got that from?
âYou heard our hija,â Nozel proudly gazed at his daughter.
Helena could not help the fond expression, that appeared on her face. Nozel was a great dad, despite his countless worries, that he was going to be an awful one, like his own father was. However both of them pushed through, they made mistakes, they learned from them and they did all of this together, supporting one another. Now the three little birdies were growing up in a warm and happy environment, something Nozelâs childhood was lacking after his own mother had passed away.Â
Helena was pulled out of her thoughts by Heinry, not so sophistically dragging her towards the dance floor. He was very excited. When the next song began to play, she let her son lead her and even though he would make tiny mistakes, and slip from time to time, Helena knew that he was doing his best and it was all that mattered.Â
When Kahono finished singing they moved slightly to the side, but did not leave the dance floor yet. Helena smiled at Heinry and he responded in the same way, flashing his white teeth. âThatâs my niño,â she thought.
Suddenly somebody ran up to them and grabbed Helenaâs dress hiding behind her.Â
âWoah, Noureen!â Helena exclaimed startled. âWhat are you doing hijo?âÂ
He poked out his nose, so only the upper part of his face and frantically searching lilac eyes were visible.Â
âTia Noelle wants to dance with me,â he whispered determined. âIâm running away.â
âYhm,â Helena nodded and furrowed her brows at him. âAnd you think you will find shelter, while grabbing my dress?â
âYeees?â Noureen raised his brow and Heinry chuckled, which earned him a poked out tongue from his exactly twenty four minutes younger brother.Â
âHijo,â Helena smiled and pulled his small hands off her dress. She then turned around to face him and knelt down so they would be levelled. Helena reached out her palm and pressed it to her sonâs cheek. Noureen nuzzled into it and she smiled, noticing right away how similarly to Nozel he behaved. âIt is tia Noelleâs wedding day. She doesnât want to dance with you to make you miserable, but to share her joy with her nephew,â Helenaâs voice was tender. âConsider it a little gift you can give to her. I know you want tia to be happy.â
âI do,â he nodded motivated, âbut what if I trip and then ruin her dress?â Noureen asked. âShe looks very beautiful, tio Asta just canât take his eyes of her.â
âMy sweet hijo,â Helena looked at him lovingly. âIt will be alright. You know how to dance and if you trip, thatâs simply it. It will be just fine.â
âTia wonât get angry?â Noureen blinked his lilac eyes.Â
âI donât think thereâs anything, that could ruin her mood today,â Helena winked and tapped his pointy nose. Her son softly giggled. âSo go on now. Ask tia Noelle to dance.â
Noureen nodded determined and ran off towards the woman of the night. Helena and Heinry watched them for a minute, before deciding to head back to their table.Â
How surprised they were when the only ones present were Cyraleona and Eleonora Vermillon. Their parents and their brother were gone mingling, or dancing, while Nozel and Natalia were nowhere to be found.Â
Helena furrowed her brows. Where could these two had gone off to?Â
âMaybe papa did not manage to save Nataliaâs dress and they went to change?â Heinry said out loud.
âProbably,â Helena nodded and looked at him. âSince theyâre not here would you like to dance again?â
âMama,â he groaned annoyed. âYou know I have to ask you that. Iâm practicing being a gentleman.â
âYou already are one,â Helena chuckled, but let Heinry ask her again. Court etiquette practice was always welcomed, while being raised in a Royal family.Â
However as they moved towards the dance floor and then began swaying to yet another waltz, something drew Helenaâs attention. Between the swirling dresses and moving legs, Helena noticed a familiar glint of silver. She guided Heinry towards it, walking past a pair, who Helena recognised as Josele and Nacht Faust, and then abruptly stopped, because her heart could not take the emotion, that it was experiencing.Â
Helena smiled and watched the view in front of her, while the warm feeling inside of her chest bubbled joyfully.Â
Just a few meters away Nozel and Natalia were dancing. However since their daughter was so small he had to lean down towards her in order to support her. Nataliaâs movements were clumsy and she did not know the steps, so Nozel let her step on his feet, and with each move of his, she had no other choice but follow. Two dark orbs were staring and trying to analyse the dance, while brows furrowed determined. Silver hair beautifully framed her plump cheeks as she pouted. Her lilac dress, surprisingly without any stains on it, fluttered behind her.Â
Nozel was smiling, softly, because this was his way and Helena knew, that it was the most genuine expression, that he could have. His gaze was filled with love as he guided his little girl and lilac eyes were watching, taking in her view. Nozel looked amazing himself and Helena could proudly admit, that to her taste, he was the most handsome man at the party. He wore a blue, long sleeved blazer with sophisticated golden accents and a white jabot, but it started lower on his neck, beneath the part, where his golden collar used to be. A Silva cross was attached to the jabot at the centre beneath the soft feathery neckline. The vest underneath the blazer was white and his pants were pressed pleat, like those his sons wore. Silver hair was styled in the eagle like pushed back and up hairstyle and the strands at the front were braided. However it was just this official occasion. Everyday he would have them loose, because he no longer needed the reminder of his past. He would clasp the blue Silva pendant only on occasions, such as this one, which required the âNozel Silvaâ look.Â
He had to feel her stare, because Nozel looked up at her and Helenaâs heart beat faster. She smiled genuinely and felt a soft blush spread over her cheeks. How she loved him and the family they had created.Â
âNatalia really canât dance,â Heinry commented and pulled Helena out of her thoughts.Â
âOh shush. Theyâre doing amazing,â she quieted him, but her tone was fond.Â
They came back to the dance themselves, but then Heinry grinned at her.Â
âWhat if we do a switch?â He asked. âI can teach Natalia a little bit and you would dance with papa?â
âHeinry,â Helena chuckled. âDo you think I need a wingman to dance with my own husband?âÂ
âWell mama,â he shrugged. âYou kind of failed earlier.â
âI wonât this time,â she deflected.
When the song ended they approached Nozel and Natalia. Helena smiled fondly and swept her gaze over them. Just as she was about to speak up and ask her husband to dance, Natalia reached out her little arm and grabbed onto his palm, pulling him down towards herself. Her fingers looked so small compared to his. She leaned in and whispered something to his ear.Â
Nozel slowly closed his eyes and then delicately nodded, before ruffling her hair. Natalia squeaked excited and let him stand up.Â
âMay I have this dance Helena?â Nozel reached out his hand toward her.
She gracefully took it and let him lead her just few steps away from their children. They did not want to loose sight of them, especially the three year old in this filled with people ballroom. So only when Heinry and Natalia began to dance, the gazes of their parents went towards one another.Â
âKeeping secrets from me again mi amor?â Helena playfully quirked her brow as Nozel pulled her closer and began leading her to the music.Â
âWould you like me to spill them?â He asked flatly and when Helena nodded, he shook his head. âI canât violate the sacred father-daughter trust.â
Helena pouted.Â
âSo Iâm going to be left in the dark, when it comes to your whispers?â She fluttered her lashes.Â
âMaybe,â Nozel stated. âAlthough I suppose you will get it out of Natalia after making her surrender in a tickle war.â
âI am the best at tickle wars,â Helena laughed.Â
âI am aware,â he deadpanned and just to tease him Helena moved forwards. âDonât you dare,â he furrowed his brows and it made her chuckle even more.Â
âOh you know I wouldnât do anything, while weâre in public. Nobody will know the tricks that señora Silva has up her sleeve,â Helena winked.
âThey donât acknowledge how much of a devil you are with these,â Nozel stated in a serious tone.Â
âNo captain,â she corrected him and her tone changed to seductive. âIâm a devil in some other settings, only known to you,â she purred.Â
âHelena,â he hissed, but could not hide the gentle, fond expression on his face.Â
âI love you,â Helena grinned and Nozel just rolled his eyes.Â
âI love you too,â he gazed at her deeply, âbut you are annoying.â
âAnd I will gladly annoy you for the rest of our days,â she said.Â
âKeep your promise.â
The song ended and Helena very reluctantly pulled away from Nozel. Two of their kids were nearby and she noticed further away Noureen bowing to Noelle, before she took her new husbandâs hand. Astaâs green eyes were focused on her this entire time and seemed very excited to dance with his gorgeous bride.
âAfter the next song you should ask Noelle to dance with you,â Helena inquired.Â
âI will,â Nozel nodded and looked at his sister proudly. âSheâs come so far and became very strong. I am happy for her.â
âOi watch out,â Helena grinned and he quirked his silver brows at her. âYour caring side is showing so much today, that some may even think the real Nozel Silva has been kidnapped.â
He narrowed his eyes.Â
âYou actually think youâre funny?â Nozel asked irritated.Â
âAnd thatâs how I know youâre my husband,â she giggled.Â
Soon the song ended and Nozel was about to go ask Noelle to dance, while Helena and their children would head to the table. However at the last second Nozel stopped her and looked her in the eyes.Â
âI love you Helena and you look beautiful this evening, just like you do everyday,â he said and it caught her by surprise how out of the blue it was. Despite being married for years, she flushed and her heart picked up its pace. âSave me the next dance, because I want to show off to everyone my amazing wife.â
#3000 hits one shot!#My first ever written one shot!#I wrote it some time ago but saved it for this occasion#I really wanted to write something this cute and fluffy#To show a happy family that they become#(after quite a bit of drama that's happening in Paper Hearts)#and who you see in my arts#They make mistakes squabble tease are perfectly imperfect#And those OC mentions... I adore them and just wanted to show them a bit of love#black clover#nozel silva#black clover oc#helena drazel#nozel x helena#fanfic#black clover fanfic#black clover one shot#future silva family#nozelena#heinry silva#noureen silva#natalia silva#astelle wedding#one shot#black clover next gen#the birdies
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A dutyâ Capitano
Synopsis: You were set to marry a fatui... Wait, is that a fucking harbinger?!
Wc: 3.3k
Warning(s): fem reader for this one, reader gets called "wife", Capitano is described to have dark blue eyes (i swear i did my research and they said yes to dark blue eyes), MDNI masturbation but no sex between them.
Notes: don't ask the reason why you are in an arranged marriage, my brain is fried. You can come up with your own reasons ! Wrote this with my eyes cursing at me to sleep so half not proofread. Part 2 is out here. Part 3 is out here!
Tick tock.
You watched as the clock ticked louder than usual, cringing to yourself when the sound became unpleasant to you, it was ringing in your ears.
Even the fatui around you were like statue's, you considered for a minute to check if they were even alive and breathing.
The door then swinged opened, everyone's head suddenly lowering slightly which made you even more confused, but you mimicked their gestures nonetheless for respect.
Heavy footsteps echoed in the room, the sound only getting louder and heavier the closer it got you.
The steps finally stopped, and your glance up to see a bigâno, giant man standing right infront of you. He seemed to be wearing a helmet to cover his face, long black hair that protrutes from the back of his helmet and over his shoulders, and the big coat that was full of fur draped around his shoulders.
You must say, he went all out with his appearance as a fatui.
"Are you perhaps..." You started, breaking the silence that hung think in the air, "... The person who I'm arranged to marry?" You finish off, tilting your head curiously.
He doesn't answer immediately, rather, he looks down at you, observing your features which makes you wipe your sweaty hands to your sides.
"Il Capitano," he finally spoke, a raspy voice, you noted. Capitano extended his arm out for you, and you willingly accepted it, giving it a gentle shake.
"Member of the fatui Harbingers."
His next words made your hand freeze. Did he just say Harbinger? Not even a normal fatui like you thought, but a whole harbinger. Standing right before you, and shaking your hand.
Well you were screwed because what the hell have you gotten yourself into.
You both were quiet now, staring at eachother that it's becoming almost painfully awkward.
"Your name?" He asks, letting your hand go and it's like you were snapped back to reality when you immediately blurt out your name.
He repeats your name like you were on his kill-off list, but that was just overthinking on your part.
"I'd like your company from now on." He announced, stepping a tad closer to you which made you hold in your breath.
"then i shall be at your company..." Giving him your best small smile, you bowed your head again.
âąâąâą
Your wedding basically consisted of a witness and marriage papers that needed your signature. You didn't even get the chance to wear a traditional wedding dress nor have a honeymoon, which you don't think is necessary for now since everything was going too fast for your liking.
And Marina, your new personal maid, has become your new friend in this big estate of Capitano's, teaching you everything you must and mustn't do. Kind of like a 101 guide on how to be a wife.
Ever since that day a two months ago, you have not done anything but cause trouble.
You wanted to go out? Well you need your husband's permission. You want to eat something? Ask Marina first and she'll whip it for you no problem, and no you're not allowed to cook by yourself. You bombarded Capitano with questions about himself, but his answers wouldn't be enough as they were about a word or a sentence long.
As boring as that is, this is your life now for... Archons know how long. But you remember it being temporary, if your memory did not fail you.
Capitano had returned back to the estate for the night, and for the first time, you greeted him at the front door with a smile, wishing you could see him smile back at you.
"My lord," you bow elegantly like how Marina taught you, speaking even softly like nothing ever happened a week ago, the fit you remember throwing at him, demanding an answer on why you couldn't do anything around.
The silence in the hallways was deafening, broken only by the clanking of his armor as he took a step closer to you, his towering figure cast an intimidating shadow upon you. "It is rare," he spoke in a blunt tone, "to see you this obedient." Capitano paused, his gaze scrutinizing your every move. "You have been behaving recently?"
You couldn't help but fidget with the hem of your clothes nervously like you have been caught, a nervous quiet laugh escaping your lips, "i believe I've always behaved."
Capitano let out a terse sigh at your answer, his eyes unflinching through the slits of his helmet. "To your luck," he muttered, "you have been... tolerable." The word 'tolerable' hung heavily in the air, making it clear that it was the most positive adjective he could summon about you.
"However," he added after a few moments, "you seem more compliant than usual today. This is an... interesting change." His tone was questioning, as if hinting that he was wary of your compliance, expecting a hidden scheme behind it.
"Shall we have dinner?" You change the topic, changing your position to stand by his side so that both of you could walk to the dining room together. Capitano nods curtly, acknowledging your suggestion. He allows you to approach, though there is a stiffness in his movements as he lets you stand by his side.
The two of you begin walking to the dining room, your husband's steps were heavy, and it was evident that he was still in his full armor, the sound of his footsteps filling the hall.
"You are not usually the one to suggest dinner," he commented, "I thought today was nice... Despite how i always fight you, forgive me." you mumble apologetically.
You become quiet when he doesn't answer back, your hands clasped infront of you instead.
You both soon reached the dining hall, now sat opposite eachother on the dining table, Capitano's gaze remained fixed upon you as you both sat across each other, the coldness in his eyes didn't waver as he observed you intently. The silence seemed to thicken as the only sound in the room was the clinking of silverware against the ceramic dinnerware.
"How was your trip?" You asked casually while stuffing some veggies in your mouth.
"The trip was... uneventful," he replied tersely, pausing briefly before continuing. "The usual Fatui business, nothing that concerns you, wife." His words were as biting as ever, indicating that he wasn't keen on discussing his business matters with you.
"nofing mfun?" You ask again with your mouth too full this time, "don't speak with your mouth full of food." You swallow your food down when you caught a glimpse of disappointment in his tone, maybe he was even frowning if you could see him behind his helmet.
"i will retire to my chambers after this," you place down the silverware on the tablecloth to reach for the glass of water next to you. Capitano doesn't answer, but he nods slowly in return.
âąâąâą
The world was still and the moon illuminated the grounds outside, casting a soft glow upon the landscape. You could hear the occasional sound of crickets and the whispered rustle of leaves, creating a peaceful atmosphere inside the expansive estate.
The minutes ticked by slowly, each one seemingly longer than the last as you anticipated Capitano's return this time. You fidgeted with the sheets, as you waited, you recalled Marina's words, a distant memory echoing in your head, "It is custom for a wife to wait for her husband to return before she retires to bed." You never did that, no. You would always sleep before he did and he would always wake up before you did. It was rare to even see him on your side of the bed, only sometimes when you would wake up from a sudden heavy weight shifting next to you.
Despite being married for quite some time, the connection between you two was still distant and cold. Capitano didn't seem to care for you on any emotional level, instead seeing you as a mere accessory to his life as a mighty Capitano of the Fatui Harbingers. A possession rather than a wife, you thought.
Capitano's steps echoed through the room as he stepped into your bedroom, his footsteps heavy and deliberate. He closed the door behind him with a thump, shutting out the outside world and isolating the two of you in the room.
He observed you quietly for a moment, "You're not in bed yet?"
"i was waiting for you."
"And why, pray tell, were you waiting for me?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Marina..." You mumble, standing up from the bed while looking away in a bit of embarrassment, "she taught me it was custom for a wife to wait for her husband."
Capitano seemed even more surprised upon hearing your answer, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Marina... I see," he said slowly, of her name sending a ripple of irritation through him. Capitano disliked Marina's influence on you and how she seethe mentioned to be teaching you things.
He strode closer to you, by now you were used to his presence that it would not make you involuntary step back, you instead wait for his next move.
Lifting his hand to take a few strands of your hair was the last thing you expected. The strands resting on his hand as he lifted it closer to his helmet, almost like a gesture of kissing your hair which made you blink rapidly.
"You don't have to," he whispered, his thumb gently caressing the strands, "don't have to listen to Marina or anyone. You may do your own thing in this estate. I just want you well taken care of and safe."
You think you may have just fallen in love with the man because... Why is your heart beating so fast that it could explode? Or wait, can he hear it?
Capitano then let go of your hair, walking past you as he started loosening the straps of his armor, "it is late," he muttered with a rasp, his hands working quickly to remove his armor. The sound of armor being unthreaded echoed through the room, punctuated by the clinks of metal.
Taking off his helmet next so casually made your eyebrows furrow and sit back on the bed with your head tilted to get a closer look at him.
His eyes were glowing dark blue, the most beautiful shade of blue you think you've ever seen. The prettiest face too despite his dark and intimidating aura.
"you're beautiful." You whispered in awe, though Capitano, who was half-way through removing his armor, paused for a moment as he heard your words. He wasn't expecting such a compliment from you. It was rare for you to praise him, preferring to defy him more often than not.
"Beautiful?" he repeated, his voice gruff, you noticed his expressions and tried to act cool, your fingers nervously scratching your neck out of habit when you get shy.
"You're beautiful too, my wife." This completely caught you off gaurd, but it doesn't stop you from smiling and laughing it off quietly.
"Goodnight." Your head rests on the pillow, and this time you face him in your sleep, and he makes the effort to mimick your gestures.
"Goodnight."
âąâąâą
"Marina, where is my wife?" That was the first thing he asked your personal maid the moment he arrived back from his mission. His head looking around rather than looking down directly at Marina.
"The lady should be at her chambers."
"She's not."
"What?" Poor Marina's eyes widened, she was sure she just gave you a basket of fruits and snacks in your room, even asking you if you needed anything else.
"... Forgive me, my lord. She's probably in the batâ"
"She's not in the bathroom." He replied in a low, dangerous tone that sent a shiver down her spine.
Where are you, my lady? Marinas thought through gritted teeth before exhaling out shakily, "i shall go find her at once." Marina began looking around every corner of the estate, and each room she opened without you in it, she would lose two years of her life with Capitano following her.
You couldn't have escaped, right?
Finally when she hurriedly went to the back of the estate, she let out a sigh of relief when she saw you sitting outside on the grass with the basket of goods she handed you earlier.
You wave your hands and both Capitano and Marina with a bright smile, causing his shoulders to relax when you were at last seen having fun by yourself.
"you're going to get me killed one day." Marina mouthed at you, but since there was some distance between you both, you just smiled and shrugged at her.
Capitano approached you slowly, his purposeful stride carrying him towards you with measured steps. You were perched on the grass, happily savoring the treats in your hands, when he suddenly materialized before you. "Sit." You pat the space next to you, to which he obliged without hesitation.
"Have you ever done this before?"
"No."
"Never? It's nice."
"You do seem to be enjoying yourself." He hums thoughtfully, and your smile widens, "The last couple of months have been interesting, and i get to know you better now." You say before popping a blueberry in your mouth to chew on.
"Blueberry?" You offer, raising your hand while holding a blueberry in between your thumb and forefinger.
You might think your husband is shy by how he looks around at first before taking off his helmet, cute. Eventually he leans to take the fruit between his teeth before chewing silently, the slight fruit juice glistening on his lips before his tongue along with his thumb swiped over his lower lip.
"you know," you suddenly speak, drawing your hips near him, "we've never kissed yet."
He pauses, staring at you while thinking deep about it, "does it bother you?"
"No, does the idea bother you?" Your question held a mixture of uncertainty and intrigue.
Without a warning, his hand held your left cheek with gentleness, his lips slotting against yours for three seconds max before it ended.
What?
Your eyes were wide open the whole three seconds of it too!
"What was that?" The horror in your eyes was evident, not because you were scared, but because you were caught off guard and your eyes were fucking open. Capitano, upon seeing your eyes, he immediately tried pulling away, thinking he might've scared you in some way.
But you were quick to hold his wrist firmly so it wouldn't leave your cheek. "I liked it." You blurt out with the reddest cheeks ever, and he's almost amused.
"But it was too fast," you clear your throat before tilting your head closer, "may i, husband?" How can he refuse when you asked so nicely too?
Your lips latch onto his for the second time, and this time, you were going to give him a proper kiss. With your lips moving with ease against his, the sounds of soft smacks of your lips together filling the air which makes the tips of his ears go red.
You don't continue after both of you pull away to catch your breath, your eyes staring deeply into eachother as he pressed his lips into a thin line.
"Let's not do this again," your heart almost drops at his words. Did you mess up again? Did he not like how it feltâ
"In public, i meant. I wouldn't like anyone to see you in such a state."
You can definitely hear the crickets in your head. "So we can continue kissing?"
"Mm," he only hums back before reaching for his helmet to put it back on. "I have to leave, i will be back by midnight," and when he stands up, it was your cue to stand up to bid him goodbye.
"Take care, husband." You wrap you arms around him, and he circles his arms back around you into a tight hug. It was not your first hug together, so you got used to the feeling of not being able to breath for a couple of seconds before of his tight arms around you.
âąâąâą
Capitano expected you to be awake when he returned from a few errands he had to run earlier, expecting you to wait for for him so that both of you could sleep at the same time ever since you did that day.
But you were asleep, peaceful and relaxed on your shared bed. You, wearing nothing but a silky nightgown like you always do, the blanket shuffled messily on you which revealed your legs slightly parted, and your arms hugging the pillow underneath you.
You looked like an angel to him, so vulnerable.. so pretty like thisâgod was he pent up from today.
He hands clenched tightly into fists until his knuckles turned white as he looked away, instead busying himself in taking off his usually neat coat which was now covered in few splatters of crimson red.
The sound of the running water masked his muttering, instantly regretting his thoughtlessness. As he grabbed the bar of soap, he began to wash vigorously, trying to expel the memories of combat and the musky scent of carnage. His body couldn't be gentler with himself though, as he massaged his muscles that ached from the constant strain.
His heartbeat quickened as his mind wandered back to you. You were the sweetest thing in his life, and he would never ever hurt you, in fact, he would rather die than have your precious skin scratched. Or even cutting off the heads without hesitating if one would hurt you.
He hates himself for envisioning your body under his, or thinking about how skilled you would be with your tongue or hands. he thought he was a selfish lustful man for thinking of such thing when you were sound asleep and tired.
Unable to bear it any longer, he reached for himself, stroking slowly at first before heavier thrusts took over all while imagining how it would feel like to be inside your soft and warm cunt instead of his hard and rough fist. The steam from the shower served to muffle his low groans, half in agony, half in ecstasy. Closing his eyes, he pictured your warm smile or shy and embarrassed facial expressions as his release came steadily forth, his forehead hit the cool tiles as he let out a deep, satisfied sigh.
After taking a moment to get himself together, he turned off the water and faced the mirror. How can he go back to bed after jerking off to the thought of your smile and sleeping figure? He would very much rather bang his head on the wall.
But he dried off with a sigh and headed back to bed, trying to keep his eyes half closed with his back turned to you as he sinked down on the mattress, taking a bit of blanket to cover himself with his eyes forced shut.
Your sudden arms that enveloped around him from behind is what gave Capitano a scare. A literal scare to the big man.
Were you awake this whole time? Did you hear him back in the bathroom? Was he too loud?
But your soft snores made his stiff shoulders sag in relief, indicating you were still in deep in your dreams.
He decided to turn around to face you, looking down at how innocent you looked, how the moonlight seemed to glow on your face from the window, giving your features a glowy shine.
"You have ruined me," he whispered carefully while brushing off strands of your hair away from your face to press a goodnight kiss on your forehead. "I am yours, ruin me, break me, and love me as much as you want, my wife."
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đđăïŒïŒâ #03. CORPSE BRIDE
đ topicăïŒwhen you turn down yandere hsr menâs proposals.
ïŒăđđ cwăgeneral yandere themes, suggestive content, MINORS DNI
ïŒăđđ a/năaven, sunday, and boothill. sunday and aven are regular additions to my posts lol, wrote boothills less intense bc heâs too silly to imagine
#AàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČVENTURINE âą âconvincesâ you
ăhe will actually try to coax you into it. he doesnât want to just force things onto you, that isnât really what he wants ăâill make you the happiest pretty bride, doll, just believe in me, hm?â ăcontinues to sweet talk you, telling you what he can do- buy you pretty dresses, give you anything you want, and he lists luxury after luxury. ăand he follows through his promises. even if you are being really disobedient, heâd still buy you more luxury than you could ever ask for. you will start questioning if you really donât want this marriage- which is exactly what he wants you to do, to make you doubt yourself. ăhis list goes on and on- a vip ticket to the Reverie, first row tickets to robinâs concerts, only the finest things that only his class of people could ever get their hands on. ăbut in that list, he conveniently puts out âfreedom.â ăif you disagree, heâd pout, asking you why- and when you tell him you want to be free from him, heâd laugh, calling you a silly girl. ăâi already gave you a choice when we met. it was your choice to pick a card from an unknown pile.â ăheâd have the wedding commence in some really luxurious property of the ipc, and he will, invite your family over- heâs merciful. but is it mercy when you know you wonât see them ever again? ăâit would be a shame if they donât see the happiest moment of your life.â
STANDING there with the most beautiful dress you could humanly ask for, your expression is nothing but a shell as Aventurine smiles at you through those shades. Your eyes are everywhere but on his eyes, when you stare at them, you feel like youâre losing yourself.
you are glad your gown came with a veil over your head, nobody can see your dead eyes, except him.
As the officiant goes on with the questions, you grip your bouquet a little harder to the point you feel their stems crumple, just like your shriveling heart.
You snap out of it after hearing silence- you see his expecting eyes on you and you nod blankly. âI do.â
And your husband smiles even wider, and he steps closer and slowly, while staring at you with uncomfortable adoration through those tantalizing purple eyes, he kisses you. You are expecting a tender kiss in a ceremony; but his gloved hand sneaks onto the back of your head, pulling you in hastily.
âI love you so fucking much, princessââ he breathes into you, brushing aside the saliva that trickles down your chin after his intrusion. âIt took quite a while, but youâre finally all mine.â He pulls up your hand that has your forced vow on it, he chuckles and softly kisses your fingers.
ââm gonna make you so happy, so ecstatic, that youâre gonna thank me for it, love. you will thank me that I restrained you from everything else.â he whispers, and the people clap, cheering; your family too, who smiles, knowing nothing that it would be your last reunion.
#SàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČUNDAY âą breaks you
ăhe just takes it on another level (and does not find your struggles entertaining unlike the former) ăhe will be, really heartbroken at first. the head of the oak family asking you to be his lifelong sweetheart is almost like him giving you his life. you are his entire world- and the world has rejected him. ăââŠI see. was I not good enough for you, angel?â ăalthough his emotions will be very hard to control, heâs very used to commencing plans. heâd tell you that he could âtalk this outâ with you. unfortunately, itâs not a choice, but rather, an order. ăsunday is a âthe end justifies the meansâ kind of person. he will do any means to make you eventually accept your fate. that will include imprisoning you in some faraway place and leaving you abandoned for so long, you will be broken, wishing for any interaction. food is only given to you through a remote device, with no human interaction. ăsunday itches to be with you- he is compassionate for you, his heart will ache to see you sob into an endless cacophony. a part of him will be tempted to go to you and be with you physically, not watching you from a screen. ăhe will repeat it- he will visit once a blue moon, comforting you, asking you if you changed your mind. when you ask him when heâd release you, his expression will harden. ăâit seems you havenât learned anything, sweetheart.â ăif you are still stubborn, he will be a little impatient. he will speed up the process by adding new things in- maybe making you dream of a lovely, free life and when you wake up, youâre just alone. he will not resort to anything violent, he cares too much about you to hurt you. although, âhurtâ in his dictionary doesnât apply to mentally hurting you. ăyou will sob and show your most dramatic, fragile sides to a descent of madness, thinking you are truly alone until sunday comes to visit. you are wrong, though- sunday has always been with you, just not physically. ăhe has always been watching you cry into the void through a screen. always.
MAYBE you have finally lost your mind, because when Sunday comes to visit you and your dull prison, you collapse to your knees and immediately plead him.
âPlease,â you sob, clutching his legs desperately- he doesnât crouch, but looks down- almost like a god addressing its follower. Sunday is no god for you, but you beg like he is.
âPlease what?â He looks at you, fingers brushing over your hands, tilting his head just the slightest. His golden eyes glitter in the dim light. He is waiting for only one answer, there is only one correct answer to his question.
But you do not give him the right one. âPlease just let me go,â you break down. Your heart is throbbing from all the crying, vision blurry and your head is light with no energy to talk anymore.
His gentle, serene smile immediately warps into that of a cold one. âTry again?â His fingers grip your hands hard, warning you that his patience is running thin.
When you remain silent except for your sobs, he crouches down to stare at you on eye-level, boring holes into your fearful expression. Unlike his deadly gaze, his words are soft and flow out quickly like a river- albeit with a sigh of exasperation. âSweetheart, Iâm not going to stop this just because you beg.â His hand pushes yours against the floor to knock you down, figure towering over you as he leans in to whisper- ââalthough, theyâre very pleasant to listen to.â
âHonestly, I donât get why you are struggling right now. Itâs so easier to accept your eventual fate. Unless, you do like to seek pain.â
His other hand goes over your stomach, then slides tantalizingly slow up your body- you shiver and tremble at each touch that is too foreign to you. Cold fingers cage your neck and you choke on your breath.
âIâm not planning on hurting you, angel.â His voice is still gentle, but his eyes are telling another story, they seem keen to hurt you again and again. âBut I did say Iâll resort to other⊠methods. Since none of them seem to work, I suppose the only solution would be caging you with a baby.â When your eyes widen, he laughs dryly. âThe look on your face tells me that you didnât expect it. But you will be my loving wife, dear. You will not be able to run or reject me, not when your own child is at stake. It makes only more sense to⊠make you bear children. My children.â
As he watches you struggle under him, trying to breathe, he feels like he has entered ascension. Soon, one of your pretty fingers will have his ring, and very very soon, he will have his first child- the very thought of him makes him lose his mind. He so wishes to make you his, claim you inside, watch your pretty pussy gush out his cum while heâs pressing deep into your womb- but he also wishes to see a mini version of him, or you. He finds it too adorable to withstand. He will vow that his children will grow up pure and innocent.
âWe will be the happiest family in the world,â he purrs. âAnd Iâll make sure of it.â
#BàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČàŸàœČOOTHILL âą will try to prove himself
ămaybe a little similar to aven. but while the latter will materialistically give you things and spoil you around to convince you, boothill will more likely show himself off instead. ăâi can fudginâ shoot an ipc lackey in the head from miles away, sugar- ya canât see that ân any other guy.â ăheâll try to show you his capability to protect you- which will likely end up in multiple people dying but as a galaxy ranger, he has morals, so he will probably use the ipc as his shooting dummies ăoverall heâs sweet even if you reject his proposal- he will likely be furious, just not at you. ăoh lord but during the day you rejected him, be prepared for multiple news flashes of dead people across the street. the amount of emotion will be too much for his consciousness to restrain ăwhen you confront him, heâd apologize, albeit a little too nonchalant. ăââm sorry sweetie, got a lil outta hand last night.â ăper your wish, he wonât kill anyone whoâs unrelated and innocent- but heâd still go on a killing spree in the ipc headquarters to the point you are blacklisted on their list because he would shout your name and rant why you didnât accept him while he shoots his gun all around the place.
âBOOTHILL, what the hell are you doing?â You frown when he returns- even after rejecting his proposal, he drifts around you like a lost stray dog. And he is always covered in blood, looking furious- but when you talk, his expression simply melts away like butter to a grin that shows his sharp teeth.
âWhat do ya mean what Iâm doinâ? Makinâ sure nobody hurts you.â He snickers. He smells like metal, like he always does, but this time itâs overpowering, which lets you know what heâs been doing.
âI donât need protection, Boothill. You can just leave me alone.â
Youâre beyond annoyed at his clinginess. No matter how many times you reject him, heâd always come back, showing something new off to you, and half the time it wasnât anything pleasant, but rather his list of crimes.
âAww, donât be so uptight, sugar.â He chuckles and flashes a grin and his other metal hand spontaneously pulls you into his embraceâ you jump. When did his hand get there? âAll I wanna do is to make sure my future wife is safe and sound. Nothinâ wrong with that, hm?â
âI told you, Iâm not going to accept-â
âAh ah! Wait and see, you will be, I promise. But donât drag the chase a lil too long. Even I get impatient.â Something cold pressed against your forehead and you realize itâs his gun. When your expression turns aghast with fear, he barks an amused laugh.
âYou scared of this? Nah, Iâd never hurt ya. Wonât wanna turn your body into metal like mine.â Although he says this with a dark smirk, he doesnât remove the gun. âThe sooner you agree to it, the merciful I become. Ya donât wanna see innocent guys die because of your stupidity, hm?â
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Hua Cheng essentially cockblocking himself for possibly all of eternity will literally never not be the funniest thing MXTX ever wrote.
Xie Lian was pretty much completely in love with him the second he saw those lanterns (and completely oblivious about it) and then we get the wonderful first kiss underwater moment and Xie Lian is basically drawing hearts around Hua Cheng every time he sees him. While like quietly dying cause he literally has no idea what to do with it. Like at this point he doesnât even really understand that he is head over heels totally gone for this man.
Until Hua Cheng is like I have a beloved I just havenât won them over yet. Which he thinks is perfectly reasonable because his self esteem is the worst and he doesnât understand how he could have won Xie Lian over yet. (Heâs only on step 22 of his Marrying Dianxia 3000 step Master Plan ((that he debates throwing out on a regular basis because he doesnât deserve to even dream about wanting Xie Lian)). So course heâs like yeah I have this wonderful noble beautiful beloved I just havenât won them over yet wink wink nudge nudge.
But Xie Lian is like oh of course obviously I donât deserve nice things and fuck I actually wanted him so badly Iâm actually in love with him and now I will resign myself to never being happy for his sake. (Their combined self esteem is truly a so low itâs a hole in the ground which is hilarious because they think the other person is to good for them and unattainable forever because they literally have the same neurosis.) So he starts boxing up his feelings forever constantly wanting Hua Cheng and feeling guilty about it and literally dying inside because he wants Hua Cheng like heâs never wanted anyone.
Like essentially books 3 and 5 only happen because Hua Cheng has now cursed them both by saying he has a beloved because Xie Lian believes he isnât wanted and therefore any nice thing Hua Cheng does is just him being nice and not Hua Cheng pulling out steps 23-34 of his plan thinking he still hasnât won Xie Lian over. (He has he so has but he shot himself in the foot so badly itâs painful to read).
Like thank the Gods Hua Cheng is so unhinged and created the cave of 10000 Gods cause Xie Lian would literally be at his own wedding to Hua Cheng still convinced he wanted someone else and this was in fact a thing they were doing to solve a case together otherwise.
Like he needed something that unhinged to put 2 and 2 together otherwise he never would have caught on heâs Hua Chengâs beloved. Meanwhile Hua cheng is like đ„ș heâs going to think Iâm a weirdo now and Iâm only on step 50 of the plan đ„ș like the two of them wouldnât have been fucking nasty 2 books ago if he just kept his mouth shut and didnât cockblock himself so violently.
#I hate them I love them they are both so stupid#hualian#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#hua cheng#xie lian#heavens official blessing#heaven official's blessing#hualian meta#tgcf meta#actually donât know why Iâm tagging this as meta Iâm just bullying them but you get it#zee rambles#writing them and wanting to die#zees 2am text posts
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growing old with kento nanami
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warnings: post-shibuya arc, descriptions of: surgery, recovery processes, depression, insomnia, trauma, therapy, coping mechanisms; pregnancy, marriage, crying. (18+ mdni!)
notes: this WILL have a part 2 and maybe 3! it will be very long so i'm splitting it up. even though the warnings seem kind of sad i promise it's a happy story :)
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âmarry me.â
proposing to you was nanamiâs first conscious thought after being in a coma for 5 days after shibuya. you were reading a book, peacefully keeping him company in his hospital room, not even noticing he was awake. your eyes fluttered up from your book, back down, and then up again.
âmarry me, please,â he repeated. you stayed silent for a moment, eyes widening and mouth dropping. he wasnât supposed to wake up.
âkento, oh my god,â you yelped, dropping your book and rushing to the hospital bed to look at him. his eyes were open, only slightly, and the weakest smile he could bear rested on his lips. you gently settled your hands on each side of his face, barely hovering over the charred skin. he looked so tired, and yet, he was asking you to marry him.
kento groaned when you hugged him, but you couldnât stop yourself, you squeezed him gently and with care. a weak hand rested on your back, in between your shoulder blades. he was too weak to repeat his question again. but the only thing on his mind was if you would be his wife.
âyes, yes, iâll marry you,â you cried into his chest, wetting the fabric of the hospital clothing.
neither you nor nanami himself understood why he proposed to you in that moment. after waking up, his journey to recovery began with slow but steady progress. it took several months of intense rehabilitation and support from both sorcerers and doctors for him to regain his mobility. with their help, he was able to walk and move with a surprising degree of agility, nearly returning to how he was before shibuya. he also had a few cosmetic surgeries, in an attempt to minimize the scarring from all he had been through. within a few months, he was able to see his skin smooth out and hair grow from the side of his head. he wouldnât look the same, ever; but you didnât care. you loved kento, as he did you, the fact you were able to celebrate his recovery made you feel like the luckiest woman on the earth.
the loss of his previous strength and abilities weighed heavily on him, casting a shadow over his spirits. yet, amidst the struggles, he found solace in small victories and the support of those around him, your support meaning the most to him. although kento was deeply troubled by the realization that he could no longer pursue his life as a sorcerer, he came to accept it as the best possible outcome given the circumstances. this acceptance marked a pivotal shift in his perspective, allowing him to focus on rebuilding his life in new ways. before he turned in his resignation, he had made sure to recommend ino for a promotion. it was his last wish as a sorcerer.
after the almost year-long recovery process, kento surprised you with a beautiful ring, one of the ones you had talked about before he went on his trip. he proposed again, in the place you first met, this time without weak hands and barely audible words. he was able to find a job, one not nearly as draining as his job from before he returned to jujutsu â and began making plans for your wedding. the planning process didnât take long, he wanted the wedding to make you happy.
your and kentoâs wedding was outright beautiful. it was a stunning venue on a beach, hundreds of guests attended, friends and family alike. kento shed a few tears when he saw you walking down the aisle, clad in the most gorgeous attire heâd ever seen you wear, as his bride. his voice shook as he said his vows â vows that he wrote, almost a good 1,000 words â and he made you a million promises. promises he wouldnât dare to break, promises to grow old together and live the life you both deserve.
at the reception, you told kento you had a surprise for him, and ran off to go get something from one of your bridesmaids. he was confused at first, because he didnât need any more surprises, he was the happiest heâd ever been. a newlywed, married to you. but when you came back to the table, two small pieces of paper in your hands, he didnât think it would be possible to be more joyous.
âweâre going to malaysia, for our honeymoon, kento,â you excitedly told him, showing off the two plane tickets scheduled in a week.
nanami was speechless, a huge smile with teeth plastered across his face, and he gave you the tightest hug heâd ever given anyone.
when the two of you traveled to malaysia, kento was at peace. he had never seen a place so charming and breathtaking, he remained entranced by the culture and landscapes. the two of you spent your time hiking in nature, watching waterfalls and having lovely picnics wherever felt right. kento was so ecstatic, a smile constant on his face as he watched his surroundings with never-ending wonder. he thanked you a million times over.
you had never seen him be so alive. he promised you that one day, he was going to build a house, right on the beach, just for the two of you.
once you were back at your shared apartment, the reality of the past year and a half hit kento like a train. so much time had been spent recovering, constantly in and out of the hospital, planning for your wedding and improving both of your lives, he never had a chance to reflect on the genuine trauma he went through.
you didnât notice for a while, but kento grew depressed, and restless at the same time. he began to spend his nights awake, insomnia brewing like piping hot tea, staying conscious until the early hours of the morning, doing any exercise or meditation to calm himself down and go to sleep. yet the visuals replayed over, and over, and over. the blood, the curses, the flames, the death. it hadnât bothered him before, he thought, but he just never gave himself the time to soak it all in. and the depression â the depression was an all-new low for him. when kento wasnât working, he was at his house, in the bed, while you were working or off running errands. you only noticed his new behavior when you woke up in an empty bed at 4 a.m. one night, 3 months after your honeymoon.
âmmâŠkento?â you called, footsteps heavily plopping down the hallway towards the bright lights of your kitchen. when you entered the room, you saw kento sprawled out on the floor, knees bent, with sweat rolling down his forehead. stepping over towards him, you kneeled down to look at him, and his head rolled to the side to look at you, too.
kentoâs eyes looked so tired, the eyebags you hadnât seen in years were full-fledged, his eyelids were droopy and exhausted. just by the emotion his eyes conveyed, you could see he was silently suffering, and he had been that way for a while.
âkento, whatâs wrong?â you asked, bringing a hand to the side of his face to rub a thumb over his sweat-glistened cheek.
âi donâtâŠknow,â he replied, defeat in his voice, âi canât sleep. i havenât slept. i donât know.â
your husband always had a plan. he always knew everything; he always took care of the unknown and intimidating parts of life. for kento nanami to say âi donât knowâ meant something was wrong, seriously wrong.
âsit up,â you softly demanded, gently pulling his shoulders off the floor. you sat on the ground, crossing your legs, and kento mirrored your actions, slumping when he finally sat up. âkento, honey,â you began, taking his hand in yours and resting it on his knee, âwhatâs going on?â
he was never one to talk about feelings, to talk about emotions felt deep down, because he wasnât sure how to convey anything that would make him vulnerable. but as he sat in front of you, chest slightly heaving, such a burnt-out expression on his face, you knew there was something he wasnât saying, but that something needed to be said.
âi canâtâŠâ kento muttered, stopping himself for a second, âi canât stop thinking.â he finally admitted, causing you to furrow your eyebrows with concern.
âabout what, honey?â you sweetly asked, thumb caressing the back of his hand, tenderly rubbing back and forth.
âeverything.â he stated, eyes flashing away from you to look at the floor next to him. you knew what he meant, though, but you had never seen him so pained from his work, especially from something that happened so long ago.
âtell me, baby,â you soothed him. you grabbed his other hand, causing him to look back at you pitifully. kento stayed silent for numerous moments, unsure as to what you could handle. but you were his wife, someone he was supposed to be able to confide in.
âso many peopleâŠdiedâŠâ he mumbled, âi almost died. i saw what it looked like, i faced death.â his words began to come out quicker, âiâve never seen that many people die, not even in shinjuku, and there was so much blood, and gojo almost, he almost-,â kentoâs voice began to get shaky and uneven, a crack in his words as tears stung his eyes. âgojo almost died, too, andâŠi almost died, i saw it,â he repeated, âand yuuji â looked so upset, and takuma got hurt,â he clenched his eyes shut, words still coming out as a single string.
you moved closer, shifting onto your knees and wrapping kento in a comforting embrace. he clung to you immediately, his hands gripping the fabric of your shirt as if trying to anchor himself in reality. his body shook with the intensity of his sobs, each breath coming in ragged gasps. the rawness of his anguish was palpable; his cries were filled with a pain that seemed almost too immense to bear. the image of the carnage replayed in his mind, a relentless cycle that he couldnât escape. kentoâs tears soaked through your shirt, repeating with his incoherent murmurs of horror. his face, once so composed, now twisted in an expression of deep, unrelenting despair.
kento wailed into your chest for hours that night, unable to stop his shuttering and repetition of the same phrases. he only calmed down when the sun began to rise, slowly illuminating the insides of your home. once kento parted his head from your chest, he looked you in the eyes, asking for help without saying a word. you wiped away his tears and grabbed the sides of his face, promising him you will get him anything he needs. kento fell asleep around 7 a.m. that morning, with the help of you running your fingers through his hair, shushing him and telling him it will all be okay.
he believed you. kento nanami put all his faith in you, his wife, to help him fix his problem he hadnât an idea on how to mend. and so, you did everything in your power to help him. you spent countless hours on research, finding therapists that specialized in helping people like him, and you came across different mechanisms to help him cope. most of all, you continued your duties as a supportive wife, constantly telling him to get up and go to the supermarket, or out to the library. little by little, these smaller things combined together to work out, and kento began to get better. it was a breath of fresh air, as well as a weight lifted off both your and his shoulders, when he began to smile again, and shifted his view of life to a more positive outlook. he was alive, he began to feel alive again.
kento nanami was finally beginning to live the life he desired and deserved, all with you by his side.
a couple of weeks after kentoâs 30th birthday, you came rushing into his office, tears of joy â and anxiety â pricked in your eyes. soon as his eyes landed on your seemingly upset expression, he was concerned.
âwhatâs wrong, dear?â he asked, pushing his chair away from the desk to stand up. you quickly closed the door behind you, leaning against it, and you dug around in your purse to pull out a small plastic baggie. when you tossed them to kento, it only took him a few seconds to realize what you were there to tell him.
ââŠyouâre pregnant?â kento beamed, rushing over to you to wrap his arms around your waist. he quickly lifted you up in the air, grip so tight as if he never wanted to let go, your feet kicked happily.
kento always wanted to have kids, but being a sorcerer, he always thought it was too dangerous. you had some conversations about it after shibuya, and the both of you agreed that if it happened, it happened. and your children would have the best life possible, of course; but the glimmer of hope you had for having kids slowly burnt out over time with both of you increasing in age. in that moment, though, kento had so much hope and pure happiness, just at the thought of growing a little family with you.
the first few months of your pregnancy were hectic. between doctorâs appointments, mixed with morning sickness and fatigue, you thought it would never end. although you were happy to start a family, negative emotions easily overcame you, and kento noticed. he tried his best to be there for you, but his work schedule conflicted with your lives, and he soon realized he needed a change in his life. he needed to change your life and his, because he would be damned if he was going to return to the same boring life as he had before.
using his savings and bonus money from his job, he bought you a house. a real house, with acres of land and space for your family to grow, so much bigger than the previous apartment you shared with him. a house that he owned, a house that would contain all the joy for your future. he made sure it was grand, with a huge kitchen, and multiple bedrooms â not caring if only two of them were filled, or if all of them housed someone. before kento showed you the house, he set up a nursery.
âwhere are we going?â you inquired for about the 50th time that day. you had been in the car for hours, and all kento would say in return is, âyouâll find out.â nonetheless, you were excited, kento had always given you the best surprises, but you had never driven so far with him.
âweâre here.â kento stated, pulling into an empty concrete driveway big enough to fit 6 cars.
âwhere are we? did satoru move?â you asked, the huge display of a home proving to be a bit intimidating for you. kento didnât reply this time, he only scurried out of the car to come and open your door, helping you get out with a kind hand.
you didnât even understand what was going on until you walked up the front steps, and a few keys jingled in kentoâs hands until he found the right one to unlock the door. the door to your new home.
âwait...wait. kento,â you said, standing still as your husband strode inside, âwhat is this?â the familiar tears of joy rushed to your eyes, and you just stood there with a shocked expression plastered on your face.
âthis is our new home, honey,â kento chimed, reaching a hand out again to welcome you inside. you took his hand, albeit a little hesitantly, and stepped inside your house.
âoh, kento,â you blubbered, throwing your arms around his neck, tears beginning to trickle down your face.
you and kento explored the house for hours, marveling at all the space and beauty he bought for you. you thanked him a million times over, crying at each new space you discovered in the house, you felt sheer gratefulness for your husband and all he did for you. and kento, well, he did all of it to thank you, to thank you for never losing hope in him, and to thank you for the joy youâd made him experience. he was so undeniably in love with you, just as he had always been, and he promised himself he was going to do everything in his power to live the life he deserved with you. he was going to live up to every word he made in his vows, every promise he made with you, each and every word he had spoken to you was going to show in your lives.
even from the moment he met you, he knew he was going to spend his life with you.
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Part 5 of Mister(s) Steal Your Girl
Long awaited, but no Johnny smut just yet. Soon, I promise. (And Kyle will be back. It's been so long since he's gotten to smooch our dear reader.)
Also! A little reminder than you can check the queue to see what I plan to post for next. I try to update it often as the worms wiggle. Next I plan to do the final chapter of Greater Bad. (Unless I get my not-so-secret, no-longer-a-surprise oneshot out first)
Lastly! Please note that I wrote the "posts" from his perspective. So inconsistencies with the actual story and any grammar/spelling errors were purposeful or for "authenticity".
Content: Brandon.
r/CakeEater _OnBrand_ I asked my fiancĂ© for an open relationship before marriage. It worked. A while ago I posted on r/adultery about the affairs (yes, multiple) I was having behind my then-gfâs back. Weâd already been dating for ~4 years and I was seeing one of my coworkers (my âwork wifeâ) regularly and one of her coworkers on and off. People on my other post were critical and called me all sorts of things like selfish and pig. I know itâs not traditional, but I genuinely donât think I could ever be satisfied by one woman. My work wife (Rachel) and fianceâs coworker (Lucy) provide things my fiancĂ© just canât but I still love my fiancĂ©. Sheâs the woman Iâm going to spend the rest of my life with. When I posted on r/adultery I was trying to figure out how to propose without her finding out. I knew sheâd expect me to help with stuff and possibly want to look at my phone more often. It would have been harder to sneak off to meet up with Lucy or Rachel with wedding planning and I was sick of being stressed she would find out. Some nicer people on the post suggested I ask for an open relationship. I took their advice and sat her down to sell the idea. Itâs a good thing Iâm so good at sales (top 3% in my company for 5 years in a row) because she agreed. Yes, actually agreed. At first she got kind of pale and her eyes got really big and blank. I thought for sure she was about to start crying and run off. Maybe even kick me out. She doesnât really get angry but she gets upset and it freaks me out. After I explained everything about how good it would be for us though, she agreed. This is my official unlimited hallpass. Iâve been seeing Rachel on weekends and Lucy once or twice during the week for drinks. Tonight Iâm going to sign up for every dating site I can. Tinder, Bumble, Hinge. If anyone has other suggestions, Iâll check those out too. Fiance has been kind of off but I think itâs just an adjustment period. Sometimes I can tell sheâs been crying but she hasnât come to me about it so sheâs probably just being emotional about all the changes. At least sheâs got our house to focus on while she gets used to things. I feel a little bad about running out every night but sheâs just so mopey and sad all the time and itâs not enjoyable to be around. I know she probably feels like Iâm abandoning her a little but once she starts getting back to normal Iâll spend time with her again. You really can have your cake (all the cakes heh) and eat them too. Edit: no, I never told her that I already had Lucy and Rachel and Iâm not going to. What good would it do? Sheâs already agreed to an open relationship and telling her that I didnât have permission first would just hurt her for no reason.
Kyleâs been gone for two (long, lonely) weeks when he finally gets a chance to call. So far, heâs only been able to send scattered texts at odd hours. Always something sweet â telling you heâs alright, or that heâs thinking of you. Sometimes you even catch him for a brief exchange before he apologizes and âgoes darkâ again.
Not that you begrudge it. This is part and parcel of dating him and you knew that going in. Youâre not complaining when heâs putting his life on the line so that the public can live in blissful peace.
That doesnât stop you from missing him though. His hugs, his smile. Getting his voice - even roughened by distance - is a nice compromise though.
âHow have you been holding up, chickadee?â he asks after the initial reassurance that heâs whole and hale.Â
âEasier this time!â you answer proudly. âI know what to expect with you gone and Johnnyâs good company.â
âYeah?â he asks, sounding pleased.
You can just imagine him now, leaning his hip against the nearest surface, arms crossed over his broad chest. He tends to duck his head when he smiles, and you unintentionally grin to yourself, thinking of him hiding into his phone. God, you miss him.Â
âMhmm! We found a board game bar that youâre going to love. Oh, and weâre going to the Hay Festival this weekend.â
He hums. âIâm sorry I canât be there to take you, luv, but I knew Johnny would be good to you.â
More than good to you, really. Thereâs not been a day he doesnât call to check up on you - if he doesnât see you in person, that is. Dinner, movies, coffee. Heâs somehow both a gentleman and an incorrigible flirt, but only with you. Heâs nothing more than polite to anyone else, keeping his focus on you and whatever the two of you are doing.
You donât know what to do with the undivided attention. If you didnât know betterâŠ
âYou two are getting close,â Kyle observes.
âI think so,â you admit, then hesitate. âIs⊠that okay?â
ââCourse, luv. Iâm glad.â
You blink. âYou are?â
âHeâs my best mate and youâre my best girl.â
An odd pang of anxiety pierces your chest. Johnny calls you that too. His âbest girl.â You love hearing it - but maybe you shouldnât?
âIt⊠doesnât bother you? That weâre spending so much time together.â
He snorts softly, but itâs not derisive. Itâs a noise he makes whenever he thinks youâre being silly, but his voice comes out soft and warm. Not an ounce of condescension.
âNo, baby, Iâm not fussed. You spend your time with whoever you want, however you want. Yeah?â
Your chest floods with warmth. âOkay.â
âThereâs a love. Iâve got a brief, so I have to go. Iâll call soon as I can.â
âBe safe, Ky.â
âDo my best. Give Soap a smooch for us, aye?â
You blink as he hangs up. Thatâs a new one.
You ponder over it while packing on Thursday night. Was it just a joke? A tease at the little crush youâve developed for Johnny?
Because it is a crush, you know it is. Itâs impossible not to be attracted to him. Not with that smile, that laugh, the goofy humor and sweet mannerisms. He still sends you flowers every few weeks - just as the previous ones are about to die. Itâs so thoughtful; youâve started feeling a bit warm every time you look at them.
But you feel greedy, being even remotely interested in anyone else. You have Kyle and Brandon (even if you two are going through a⊠patch) and that should be enough for you. Shouldnât it? Youâve never been with more than one person at a time before; it took you weeks to shake the compulsory guilt when you first met Kyle. It feels almost unforgivably audacious to want Johnny too, especially since heâs Kyleâs best mate.
Still⊠Kyleâs not a jealous or passive-aggressive guy. Youâve been with him long enough now that you know heâd just tell you outright if he was unhappy about something. And heâs been with you long enough that he can surely tell youâre more than a bit fond of Johnny.
Maybe thatâs why he made the joke about âsmoochingâ him.
Regardless, you want to talk to him about it. Things always make sense when you think out loud to him. His levelheaded and practical approach to difficult topics always straightens your panic spirals out into neat lines.
Plus, itâs not as comforting to hold your own hand. (God, when is he getting back?)
âWhere are you going?â
You blink up at Brandon, folded pajamas in hand.
âThe Hay Festival,â you answer.
Speaking of - you slip past him into the bathroom. He doesnât follow, rooted to the spot spinning his phone around in his hands.
âAlone?â
You snort. âOf course not, Iâm going with a friend.â
The allergy pills are at the bottom of the medicine basket beneath the sink. You really need to organize it the next time Johnnyâs too busy to hang out. Thereâs no way you need three bottles of paracetamol.Â
âI need that suitcase.â
You toss the bottle in and pivot for the dresser. âWhat for?â
He shifts, eyes sliding away. âAn⊠overnight.â
Ah. Thatâs what heâs calling it now?
You snatch a few (too many) pairs of underwear from the dresser.
âJust bring them here,â you say over your shoulder.
Thereâs a long, tense beat of silence but youâre too busy rummaging for socks to break it first. Will it be too warm for thigh-highs? Eh, youâll go with the sheer ones; the little lace roses match one of your dresses anyway.
âBring who here?â Brandon asks slowly.
When you turn, he looks paler than usual. You shrug, trying to project casual comfort.
This is a totally normal and reasonable conversation to have. Just a couple in an open relationship, discussing a stranger coming to the house for a shag. Nothing to make a fuss over.
âWhoever you need the suitcase for? I know youâve had people over before anyway, and Iâll be gone all weekend.â
He stutters, color returning to his face in bright pink blooms. âWhy do you think Iâve had people over before?â
You arch an eyebrow. âI do the laundry, remember? And there was lipstick on one of the wine glasses.â
That had sent you into a tizzy at the time, disgusted that some stranger was in your bed, with your fiancĂ©. You washed the sheets twice on the hottest setting and tossed in a bit of bleach for good measure. Hadnât been able to look at him the whole week - not that he was there much to not look at.
Now, though, you seem to have adjusted to the idea, even if youâre still not thrilled. Brandon can have his⊠whoever over, and youâll goof around with Johnny in Wales.
âJust toss the bedding in the wash afterwards,â you add.
âI thought you do the laundry,â he sniffs.
âIâm not traveling all day just to do chores when I get home,â you answer. He does a double take like youâve started speaking a new language. âYouâll be here all weekend, Iâm sure youâll have time.â
He opens his mouth, and you can tell already that heâs about to argue - though you donât really know what about. Itâs not like he canât do laundry or dishes, after all. He lived alone before you moved in together.
Thankfully, his phone distracts him before he can form the words. He spins away to tap at the screen and shuffles out of the room, shoulders till tense. You go back to packing and teasing Johnny about the amount of hair gel heâll bring.
Friday afternoon canât come fast enough. Even though youâve taken a half day from work, the few hours seem to drag. Youâre practically daydreaming about the food and drinks, music and activities. Thereâs a bakerâs dozen art stalls you want to check out as well, and a gift to pick out for KyleâŠ
âHope yer thinkinâ oâ me when ye make thaâ face.â
Your head snaps around so fast, you nearly give yourself whiplash. Johnny grins down at you in all his casually handsome glory â ripped jeans, green tee, and brown boots. Angels are singing somewhere, you think. Or maybe thatâs just your nosy coworkers ogling from their own cubicles.
The reality of him sinks in a moment later and you leap up from your cushy chair â and right into his arms. Heâs like a furnace compared to the cool, conditioned air of your office, a welcome source of warmth for your chilly fingers.
âWhat are you doing here?â you giggle. âWho let a rowdy guy like you in?â
He smells like bergamot and pine. It takes active thought to resist pressing your face into the crook of his neck. It looks cozy there.
As always, he squeezes you a bit tighter just before letting go.
âHey now, Marcyâs a discerning lady. She knows a fine gentleman when she sees one.â
You snort, belied by the smile curling your lips. âShe may need new glass then.â
âOch, donât go talkinâ poor about my second-best gal now.â
âIs it that easy to get in your good graces?â you scoff, glancing at the time on your computer. Itâs later than you expected; no wonder he came up to retrieve you. You spent so long daydreaming that youâve lost track of time.
âAw donâ be green, dove, youâre still my number one. Send ye flowers ân all.â
You roll your eyes at him. âYeah, and now Iâm wondering just how special that is.â
He stands close, proclaiming his case for how obviously special you are while you shut everything down for the weekend. Youâre only half listening to the bit, admittedly. Mostly just basking in your excitement for the mini road trip and the weekend to come. You have no doubt that itâs going to be fun, even if it would be better with Kyle along too.
âWhere are you headed off to?â Lucy asks.
âHay Festival,â you answer shortly.
Youâve never been a big fan of Lucy, but lately sheâs been insufferable. Talking over you during meetings, leaving you out of emails, throwing away papers at the printer. (Okay, you havenât seen her do that last one, but you know.) Worst of all, she can help but make backhanded comments about every flower delivery.
âYouâre not taking Brandon?â she simpers. âSomething wrong?â
âHeâs hanging out with a friend this weekend too,â you correct, âand he doesnât like hay.â
âShame that,â Johnny adds, sounding like itâs not a shame at all.
You havenât told him much about Brandon â but youâre sure that Kyle has. From the face Johnny makes the rare times your fiancĂ© comes up in conversation, he doesnât think much of Brandon.
âHave fun you two!â your manager, Selene, calls.
You wave and shoot Lucy one last, unimpressed glance before stepping onto the elevator with Johnny.
r/CakeEater _OnBrand_ My fiancĂ© is going on a weekend getaway with another man. Iâve posted in r/adultery and r/cakeeater before. Iâm not looking for judgement or insults here. I really just want advice.
A little context: my fiancĂ© and I are in an open relationship and itâs been like this for a few months now. I originally asked her to ope the relationship and for a while she was weird about it but lately sheâs been getting sbetter. I thought she was finally getting used to me going out with other women and things were getting back to normal.
A few weeks ago, I noticed she was on her phone more. Like, all the time. Even at dinner when she used to be really picky about phones at the table. One day I came home from work and she was talking on the phone to someone. Giggling and laughing. When I turned the corner she was kind of blushing too. It kind of bothered me but I figured she was talking to a friend and just hot from cooking or something.
Lucy texted me pissed off one day, asking why I was sending my fiancĂ© flowers but not her. I told her I hadnât sent any flowers. I think theyâre way too expensive for how long they realistically last and that they take up a lot of unnecessary space. But I thought it was weird that someone was sending my fiancĂ© flowers and got kind of uncomfortable. Thatâs a pretty romantic gesture and her family isnât the type to randomly send flowers either.
I tried taking her out on a date but she was all mopey again and turned her phone to âdo not disturbâ so I wouldnât even see if she was texting someone. We donât have much to talk about now. I love her but sheâs not a good storyteller or into very interesting things. All her âfunny storiesâ are just mundane things that happen during the day. Weâve run out of interesting topics about because weâve been together so long. (Thatâs why I like having more than one partner.)
Yesterday she randomly started packing for a trip. I donât even think she was planning to tell me until I asked her. She was packing a bunch of cute clothes too. Like dresses and tights and things like that. Stuff she only used to wear on our dates. I asked who she was going with and she just said âa friendâ which is weird because she would usually say the name of someone even if I donât remember who they are.
Well today Lucy sent me a picture of my fiancĂ© leaving her job with some guy. I couldnât see his face because he was turned away, but I could see the side of my fiancĂ©âs face and she was smiling at him. I got this awful sinking feeling in my chest like it was hard to breathe. It took me a few minutes to process that sheâs going away for a weekend with a complete stranger.
Doesnât she know how dangerous that is? Where did she even meet this guy? Theyâll be gone all weekend so are they sharing a room? A bed? I nearly threw up thinking all these things as I called her.
I asked her to cancel her plans and come home. She seemed confused and reminded me that her plans were with someone else and it would be rude to ditch last minute. I told her I wanted to spend the weekend with her and that Iâd been missing her. She seemed surprised and said that sheâd see me on Sunday night, but she was looking forward to the festival with her âfriendâ and wanted to go. As a last ditch effort I asked if her friend was more important than me, nearly begging at that point. She must have heard the desperation in my voice, but she just told me that she was already on the road and it was too late.
My fiancĂ© doesnât like lying but itâs hard to believe this guy was just a friend. Even if she sees him as a friend I know how men think and I doubt he sees her the same way.
She said some other weird stuff before she left about having someone over while she was gone. I donât get it. How could she just casually invite someone else into our house like that? Has she had other people over? Is she dating now?
Iâm not sure what to do. I donât like that she put this trip over me. Should I talk to her about how bad this makes me feel? Should I call again and tell her to come home more forcefully? Am I blowing all of this out of proportion?
Edit: she doesnât know that Iâve been seeing Lucy. I havenât told my fiancĂ© about any of the women Iâve been seeing. (mostly just Lucy and Rachel. Iâve done a lot of texting through apps and gone on a bunch of first place, but most women donât put out right away and I usually canât be bothered to get to know them better). Even then, I wouldnât tell her about lucy. They donât get along and never have. It would cause a lot of unnecessary drama.
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⧠synopsis : after almost a decade of a healthy marriage, four kids, and a stressful bakery opening, you and toji have learned to take your alone time very seriously.
⧠tags : firefighter! toji + baker! reader, reader uses she/her pronouns, blk fem reader ofc, mentions of alcohol, public sex ?? in the car, mentions of vaginal penetration, cowgirl, pet names like bby, love, pretty, mama bc yall already know etc, excuse any errors. i wrote this in a few different povs at first so â đ.đđ đ°đšđ«đ đđšđźđ§đ
đđđđ smiles as he pulls into his driveway, the familiar cacophony of squeals and thuds greeting him before heâd even opened the door - the kiddos mustâve been riding the after dinner sugar high. cheerfully shaking his head, he braced himself for the chaos and noise that awaited inside your now shared, cozy little place the two of you have grown to call home.
itâd been nearly six years since that fateful summer when youâd quite literally swept into his life like a swirl of sunshine and baked goods. six years of dizzying ups and downs, laughter and tears, the most intense love heâd ever known to face. sometimes it still didnât feel real, even now - this life youâd built from the spark of simple flirting over sweets nâ crĂšme brulee.
so much had happened in that span of adventures : you, graduating at the top of your culinary class, your desserts and pastries that youâd stressed so hard about being the toast of the competition circuit. toji retiring as lieutenant of the fire department after over a decade of service, not daring to miss out on any more milestones as the two of you started your family. not to mention the whirlwind of wedding plans, and then the magical day itself where you vowed forever to each other in front of family and friends.
then the true blessings had come along, one right after the other - megumi, who was still adjusting to the new family dynamic of it all, but was yet so proud of his father. little rascally rose, a firecracker just like her mama with the same bright eyes and full curls. goofy, tender-hearted kenji who practically worshipped his big brother and sister, wanting nothing more than to mimic their every move and be just like his papa. and finally malachai, the happy surprise baby who seemed to have inherited the best of both his parentsâ feisty personalities.
toji wouldnât trade this beautiful chaos for anything in the world. but heâd be lying if he said the constant juggling act of family life wasnât difficult - for the both of you. it was rare for you guys to get a real moment alone together, just the two of you. your intimacy had cooled down amidst all the lovely distractions, as had the simple art of conversation beyond trading information about grocery lists and pediatrician appointments.
date nights had become a long forgotten luxury, almost seemingly impossible to coordinate when your trusted babysitters were your siblings with families of their own. but tonight, uncle satoru had stepped up and volunteered his services, giving toji and you a well overdue opportunity to reconnect.
toji unbuckles his seatbelt and exited the truck, tamping down a flutter of nerves. what if the easy rhythm and sizzling chemistry youâd once shared was gone for good? a victim of sleep deprivation and chicken nugget overdoses? what if it was too late to rekindle that spark?
pushing open the front door, he was immediately swamped by a tiny army of squirming, chattering bodies. âpapa, papa, papa!â rose seized his hand and tugged insistently. âyou gottaâ see the cool fort we built! kenji made it super big this time!â
âweâll show ya, dad!â kenji crowed, already streaking towards the living room, malachai hot on his heels with a mischievous glint in his eye.
âhold up there, you lilâ tornados,â toji called in vain, being unceremoniously dragged by his giggling daughter into the chaos. every available pillow, cushion, and blanket had been appropriated to create an elaborate tent city surrounded by toys and stuffed animals . . and gojo sat smack in the middle of it all, long legs splayed out as he played some kind of intricate make believe game with the two boys.
âbaby, youâre home!â you swept in from the kitchen, wisps of hair escaping your messy bun and face flushed from exertion. you were wearing a cute pink sundress that struck a nostalgic chord in tojiâs memory - youâve had it for years, one of his favorite things to slowly peel off of your shoulders after a night out to be exact. âthank goodness. i was startinâ to think iâd have to call backup.â
you stand on your tippy toes to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, and just like that, his weariness evaporated as if by magic. your familiar floral scent, your soft warmth, the kidsâ laughter surrounding him - this moment of serenipity in the midst of routinely chaos bringing a lump to his throat.
ânot a chance,â he rumbled, sliding an arm around your waist. âi wouldnât miss this for the world.â downy goosebumps erupted down your arms at his words, flustering deeply. awe, his voice still got you going after all this time. good to know. very good to know. âyâall holdinâ down the fort?â
âyâknow how it is,â you reply with a gentle squeeze of his hand, watching in fond exasperation as rose ordered poor gojo to lie down so kenji could perform his âvery important surgery.â âsatoru took his role a lilâ too seriously this time and got lost in their games.â
you stood together watching for a few moments, the kids pausing just long enough to acknowledge tojiâs presence again before diving back into their shenanigans. it was all so beautifully vibrant and alive, the little people you created and who brought such joy, such richness and meaning to your lives. but still . . . toji felt the undeniable tug of wanting you all to himself. just for a few hours at least. he wanted to bask in your undivided attention. to remember what it felt like to not share you with anyone else.
you must have picked up on his restlessness, your eyelids drifting shut as he stroked the sensitive skin of your inner wrist. âsoon as we get back, mâ cravinâ some peace nâ quiet. maybe a hot soak in the tub after all this madness.â your tone was light and casual, but the smoldering undertone was unmistakable.
toji found himself swallowing reflexively as his skin prickled with awakening interest. âis that a promise, mama?â he murmured gruffly, not even trying to hide the roughness in his voice.
you peeked up at him through long lashes, a smile curving on your lips. âmm . . . you should know this by now. mâ a girl who keeps her promises.â burying any further suggestive replies, you cleared your throat and turned to gojo, whoâd been buried under a pile of stuffed teddy bears. âalright babies, mama nâ daddy gottaâ go for a bit. gumiâs at a friendâs place, and thereâs dinner in the fridge if you guys get hungry â so pretty please be good for your uncle gojo, yâhear?â
a chorus of whines follow after your words, but the kids were quickly distracted again by the siren song of more roughhousing. rose blew toji an exaggerated kiss while kenji and malachai paid both of you absolutely no mind whatsoever, already wrestling in a tangle of small limbs. gojo simply shot you a weary thumbs up from beneath his plush prison, glasses askew and hair wild as toji fought the urge to chuckle, âhave fun you two. keep me posted, and please for the love of god - quit knockinâ her up, toji. iâm being attacked by three little rascals and itâs just absolutely absurd,â he jokes.
âi donât make promises i canât keep, satoru.â
you fished your purse and sweater from the hall closet while toji hovered close, drinking in every detail of you. suddenly he was struck by the profound urge to pull you in close and just breathe nothing but you, to lose himself in the familiar softness and strength of your embrace. but he restrained himself with an effort. all too soon theyâd be able to indulge that craving for closeness, he reminded himself as you linked your fingers through his.
with a final wave to the kids and fond shake of his head at gojoâs predicament, toji guided you to the car. the simple act of opening your door and helping you in was enough to set his pulse racing, anticipation crackling in the air as your fingers tangled briefly together. electric from even the most innocent of contact.
by the time heâd slid behind the wheel, he felt ten years younger, energized by the promise of this evening alone with the woman he loved. as toji pulled out of the driveway, you were already reaching for the radio to cue up one of your old playlists, humming along contentedly as warm twilight spilled through the windows. toji cuts you an affectionate glance and reaches over to squeeze your knee - a brief, cherished moment before the magic began.
he couldnât wait to see where it all would lead.
âso where we headed, hot stuff?â you asked, eyes sparkling with mischief as she toyed with the ends of her hair. âhopefully somewhere without a soft play area and a kids meal if yâknow what i mean.â
toji snorted, distracted for a second by the way the skirt of her sundress rode up her thighs as she shifted in the passenger seat. ânah, no funzones tonight. but i can think of a few things iâd like to play with though.â
his suggestive drawl was rewarded with a scandalized laugh and playful swat to his shoulder. âyouâre so gross, babe.â your eyes twinkle with amusement before flickering to the darkening sky outside. âseriously though . . . surprise me? i wannaâ be wooed. sâ been too long since youâve had the chance to take me out. we used to do it all the time.â
kissing away the pout on your lips and squeezing your knee again, toji grinned crookedly. âi know, baby. tonight will be one to remember - i swear.â
true to his word, he bypassed all the usual dining spots they frequented as a family, instead guiding you to a cozy trattoria tucked away on a quiet cobblestone street you didnât even know existed. he pulled up in front and turned to gauge your reaction, smile widening at the look of surprise and delight on your lovely face.
âbambolinoâs?â you exclaimed, craning your neck to peer through the warmly lit windows. âtoji, this place is famous! i swear geto raves about their stuffed shells every time he comes over . . like theyâre life changing or something!â
ânothinâs better than your cookinâ so weâll see. mâ a tough crowd to please.â chuckling, he cut the engine and climbed out to open your door, and you hopped out with a charming little shimmy of your hips, curls bouncing around your shoulders now. toji quite literally had to bite back a groan as images of sweeping you up onto the hood and hiking that dress up around your waist flooded his mind unbidden.
jesus, dude. maybe he felt a little too hot nâ bothered. this was a night to reconnect emotionally, not just physically. âkeep it together, man,â he mumbles to himself.
threading your arm through his, you allowed him to lead you to the heavy oak door. âwell well, arenât you just the sweetest.â
toji leaned over to murmur in her ear, voice low and intimate. âlike i said . . . a night to remember. and mâ just gettinâ started, lovely.â he felt you shiver and had to quickly resist the urge to press an open mouthed kiss to the sensitive spot behind you ear â the spot he knew drove you crazy. but he reined himself in, offering you his arm instead. you slanted him an arch look from beneath your lashes as you took his elbow, well aware of the charged energy in the room. âyouâre such smooth talker,â you teased. âbut mâ callinâ you out - you gottaâ keep deliverinâ now.â
the inside of the restaurant was every bit as quaint and charming as the exterior, all warm golden lighting and rustic decor like something plucked from a cozy little italian village. your table of choice nestled in a babylon themed area, made for discreet intimacy. along with linen napkins and sparkling wine already waiting along with a single garden rose in a low vase.
as toji held out your chair for you, you leaned up to brush a soft kiss to his cheek. âthis lovely, t,â you murmured, fingers trailing over the pristine white tablecloth. âreally, baby . . . jusâ lovely.â
he hummed, momentarily distracted by the alluring fragrance of your signature perfume mixed with the lingering scent of baked goodies in your hair from a hectic dayâs work at the bakery. âyou deserve it,â he rumbled once heâd found his voice again. â. . . i know how crazy swamped you been with the kids and workinâ on side projects for the shop. tonight is strictly about you, mama. no responsibilities, no worries. just you nâ me enjoyinâ each other. like we used to do.â
your smile softened at the corners as you regarded him with open adoration. âwhen did all your charm come back?â you teased gently, though . . that tone was genuine. âfeels like we havenât had a moment alone in ages. hard to remember the last time you wooed me like this.â
âtonightâs special. couldnât let another moment go by without remindinâ you exactly why you chose to put up with me.â
your expression turned impish once more. âcouldaâ fooled me - i seem to recall it was you who was pushinâ lilâ olâ me away, no?â
he formed his features into his best look of faux offense, tone full of lofty dignity. âcan a man not get nervous anymore? you were stunning i was terrified â as megumi would say, your aura was just . . .â beneath the table, you could start to feel him sliding his foot forward to glide his ankle over yours, naughtiness giving him away even before your muffled squeak of surprise. toji just grinned that stupid grin at you innocently, as though not at all aware of the toe he was trailing up the delicate skin of your inner calf, âout of this world, sweetheart.â
you had to clear your throat before replying, voice husky with a mixture of amusement and something darker. âoh shut up. jusâ admit you loved me before you even knew it yet.â but despite the humor, you lashes had lowered invitingly as you let your calves part further, granting him unrestricted access.
his gaze snagged on the glimpse of your skin revealed as his foot inched higher and higher to skim the sensitive crease behind your knee. already, his blood was pounding with renewed interest, awakened by the heady combination of your pheromones and just being within your space. hmph. it was like suddenly the intimate, flickering candles and red wine he'd scoffed at earlier as a cheesy cliche seemed perfectly fitting, matching the frisson of sexual heat enkindling within him.
you spent the first part of dinner treading familiar ground - teasing nâ flirting, punctuated by conversations and easy silences that felt almost novel in your peacefulness these days. there was an ease to it, a bond between you both that couldnât be so easily broken by the stress of soccer practices, ballet recitals or piles of laundry.
an intimacy beyond the aspects of physical that toji clung to . . . even as his vixen urges stirred elsewhere.
once appetizers had been polished off and the main courses brought out, toji leaned back in his chair and leveled you with a heavy lidded stare. slowly, he scooped up his cloth napkin and tossed it onto the table as though throwing down a gauntlet. your eyebrows rose in polite question even as a smirk tugged at the corners of your lips.
âyâknow . .â toji began, voice pitched low and rough like buttered rum. âyou look absolutely stunning tonight, yn. i couldnât be more proud of the woman you are nâ i jusâ uh . .â he pauses for a moment. wow, even after six years you still found a way to steal the words right out of his mouth, âi jusâ love you â youâre the mother of my children, my heart, my everyth - â
your breath caught audibly, lashes fluttering as you struggled not to squirm under the potent weight of his stare. still, you rallied with a sassy arch of one brow. âif we werenât already married, iâd say you were attempting at proposing to me right now, toji.â
âaye, mâ tryinâ tâbe sentimental here, lady,â toji chuckled, the sound impossibly intimate amidst the hushed ambiance of the cozy trattoria. reaching across the table, he traced a feather-light path along your forearm with the very tips of his fingers, feeling the fine hairs there rise in gooseflesh, âyâknow iâd marry you a thousand times over.â
the sleek black car purred through the dim streets, a monotonous swish of the windshield wipers being the only sound breaking the heavy silence within. in the passenger seat, you gazed out the rain streaked window, city lights smearing across your face in streaks of red and gold and neon blue. the night had been magical - champagne and oysters at bambolinoâs, after that there was slow dancing cheek to cheek to smoky jazz at the club down the street, and last but not least â chocolate lava cake shared and savored at the tiny candle lit dessert boutique. all the romance and luxury toji knew his beautiful wife deserved.
but now, cocooned together in the warm confines of the car, the mood had shifted into something . . . more carnal. not sure how it couldnât have become carnal with tojiâs eyes constantly flicking away from the road to steal glimpses of you. in the dim glow of the dash, he drank in the way your clingy pink dress embraced every mouthwatering curve you had, the deep v neckline offering a tantalizing view of your collarbones. and oh, the silky chestnut curls tumbled over your bare shoulders, tojiâs fingers itched to suken into them, to pull her close and breathe in the familiar sweet vanilla of her shampoo as he cruised.
he inhaled subtly, your delicate floral perfume underlaid with the warm, sleep-rumpled scent of your skin filling his head with sense memories. lazy sunlit mornings tangled in egyptian cotton sheets, your hair spilled across the pillow. sweaty afternoons grappling on the living room rug like lovestruck college kids. languid twilight baths with your slippery curves pressed back against his chest. he shifted in his seat as his blood began to simmer.
as if she could read his increasingly lurid thoughts, yn turned to meet his gaze. in the shadows, her eyes glittered like black diamonds, dark and fathomless, brimming with wicked promises. slowly, deliberately, she dragged her pink tongue across her bottom lip, leaving the glossed flesh glistening temptingly. toji swallowed hard.
suddenly, the air of the car felt suffocating, the rain misted air unbearably thick and hot. toji cranked the ac, but it did little to cool his overheated skin. he stared deadahead at the surging blades, trying to ignore the rising pressure in his groin.
without a word, you lifted a hand from your lap and slid it across the center console. toji sucked in a sharp breath as your palm skated up his thigh to rest just south of dangerous territory. even through the crisp fabric of his tailored slacks, her touch burned like a brand. as your nimble fingers began to trace idle whorls and spirals, you notice tojiâs hands flex around the steering wheel.
âyou better get us home safe, mr. we have kids to feed,â you purred, your dulcet voice flooding the charged air between them. âwouldnât wannaâ have an accident now, would we?â your tone was pure filthy innuendo.
toji risked a glance sideways and instantly regretted it. you looked like a temptation, the old school femme fatale, all dangerous curves and scarlet lips and come-hither eyes. he could practically hear the harps and horns of the kill bill sirens blaring in his brain as he dragged his gaze forward again, locking it on the taillights winking mockingly through the rain smeared glass.
it would be so easy to pull the car over, to say fuck it to propriety and yank you into his lap. to ruck that sinful dress up around your waist and lose himself in your pussy until the windows were disgustingly fogged. so easy to let the inferno building in his veins consume you both right there in the goddamn car.
but toji prided himself on his discipline, his ironclad restraint. you couldnât be a firefighter without grit, without the ability to stay focused and clear headed no matter what temptations beckoned. he knew that all too well. so he kept his ass planted firmly in the leather seat, even as his body screamed for more of his wifeâs wicked touch.
even if his cock throbbed persistently against his fly, inflamed and aching.
you, however, seemed to have no such compunctions about maintaining composure. heedless of tojiâs grip on the wheel, you unbuckled your seatbelt and twisted in your seat to face him. in a move that nearly short circuited his brain, you drew one endless leg up onto the seat, making the hem of your dress ride up to reveal the lacy edge of a sheer white thigh high.
tojiâs mouth went dust dry. âwhatâre you doinâ?â
âgettinâ comfortable,â you replied airly, but the devilish quirk of your painted lips gave away the game. slowly, you trailed a fingertip along the inside of your thigh, the back of your hand just barely grazing the tent in tojiâs slacks as you did so â making him hiss out a breath between his teeth.
âquit playinâ witâ me, yeah?â
you hummed, unconcerned, and continued her leisurely exploration, tracing idle patterns on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. âiâd rather you play with somethinâ else â i mean, you said it yourself.â
tojiâs foot pressed down on the accelerator as if by itâs own volition, the car surging forward through the fuzzy soft darkness. toji's heart beat in time, a primal drum urging him to get the fuck home, where he could strip his vixen of a wife bare and remind you where teasinâ got you.
remind you how good he could make you burn.
your throaty chuckle broke him from his reverie. he glanced over to see you still caressing your own thighs, a wry twist to your lips. âyouâre thinkinâ about fuckinâ me, arenât you?â you mused casually, as if remarking on the weather. âhow bad you wannaâ pull this car over, bend me over the hood nâ fuck me like i know you want to.â
liquid heat rolled down tojiâs spine to pool in his groin, his cock jerking ravenously in the confines of his straining zipper. âgoddammit,â he bit out, knuckles gone bloodless on the steering wheel.
you bit your lip on a smirk, shaky satisfaction in your exhale. âcâmon, daddy,â you coaxed, voice husky and sex-soaked. âi can feel you thinkinâ about it . . . those big hands spreading me open jusâ fâyou?â
toji couldn't choke back his groan, pressure building to a rolling boil in his veins. his whole world narrowed down to the flex of his thighs, the strain of keeping the car on the road, and the siren song of your body, your scent, your dirty fuckinâ mouth.
âiâve been so wet all night, t . .â you continued blithely, as if remarking on the weather. âsince the second you walked in from work.â you reached over to smooth a proprietary hand along his thigh, thumb still skating dangerously close to his crotch. âi jusâ wanted to drop to my knees and worship you with my mouth right then nâ there.â
toji nearly swallowed his tongue, vivid images of your plush lips stretching around his cock flooding his brain. âcâmon, baby . .â
â â but i was such a good girl,â you singsonged. âi was patient. i kept my hands to myself through dinner, even though all i could think about was how good youâd feel inside me.â your fingers creep higher to graze his zipper, âhow deep i could take this big dick in my pretty little cunt.â
âdonât make me stop this car nâ ââ
âpull over,â you murmured, voice molten and dark with promise. âanywhere. i donât give a fuck - jusâ fuck me, toji. please . . sâ been too fuckinâ long.â
your words shot through him like an electric charge, heat searing down his spine to pool gravid and pulsing in his groin. âshitâ,â he bit out, dizzy, nearly delirious with the force of his want. â well, i know better than to argue with you. go ahead nâ tell me where, baby.â
âover there,â you pointed through the smeared windshield at an empty parking lot on the right, a black gulf set back from the glistening street. âthat lot. pull in.â nearly shaking with the effort of holding himself in check, toji wrenched the wheel to the right, tires juddering over wet asphalt as he whipped into the vacant lot. the moment he threw the car into park, you were scrambling into his lap, sinuous as a snake, that tight dress rucking up around your hips completely now.
toji groaned gutturally as the heat of you settled over him, the damp crotch of your panties grinding right against his aching cock. you were like a furnace through the thin satin, searing him, branding him. he bucked helplessly under the pressure, too far gone for finesse.
âshit,â panted against the shell of his ear, nipping at the sensitive skin. your little hands scrabbling at his belt, desperate, graceless. âwanâ you sâbad. been drippinâ â it hurts, daddy . .â
toji made a wounded sound as you finally freed his straining erection, wrapping slim fingers around the thick root and pumping once, slowly. you let out a broken moan at the heavy heat of him pulsing in your grip, the way he jerked and kicked against the palm, already leaking from the flushed tip.
âlook at you,â you purred, running a thumb through the slippery bead of precum. you brought the digit to your mouth, sucking it clean with a low hum that vibrated straight through him. âmm, so fuckinâ hard fâme.â tojiâs hands flew to your hips, gripping bruisingly tight, a drowning man clutching a lifeline. the flimsy lace of your panties was no barrier - he ripped them aside, baring the slick folds of your cunt to the humid air. need pounded behind his eyes, turned his blood to quicksilver, his bones to molten steel.
âi missed you, mama,â he rasped, throat tight, voice scraped raw. âmissed you so much.â his calloused hands roam your tummy, waist, and then chest â stopping when his palms grope the full plumpness of your titties, âawe baby . . theyâre so heavy. have they gotten bigger?â the casual rubbing is soon interrupted when he pulls them out from their comfortable position in your sundress, your breasts flopping out in the prettiest way.
nipples hard nâ ready to just be absolutely tended to.
âi think so,â you reply, running your hands up and down his chest, âever since i had rose . . theyâve gotten more nâ more swollen.â it was true. that girl had been your most painful birth ever â and keep in mind, this was coming from a mother of four. your back ached, you felt uncomfortable everywhere, and your tits well . . . letâs just say it felt like carrying around bags of sand attached to your sore chest.
but youâd do it again. anything for your sweet baby girl.
âdo they hurt?â
âa little bit,â and on your word, toji leans forward, taking one of your exposed nipples into his mouth as he teased the other with his fingers. you could only moan as he sucked softly, almost as if he were trying to pry somethinâ out of emâ, âaah â mmph! sâ sensitive, daddy . . so sensitive.â
with a needy cry, you wasted to time to pull your panties to the side and tap the tip of him against your slit, âput it in, t . . please,â you donât even wait for his approval to notch the broad head of his cock against your opening as he worked. he didnât mind - not one bit. if anything, he was more eager than you. you then wrap around him, gently sinking down, sheathing him in tight, and clinging on. his head cracked back against the headrest after letting go of your nipple with a pop! - fireworks exploding behind his eyes as your silky walls enveloped him, gripped him, fluttered sweetly around his aching length like youâd been waiting for his return.
âoh my god,â you whimpered, lip caught harshly between your teeth. you looked nearly pained, brow pinched, lashes fluttering as you fought to adjust to the invasion. after all, itâs been a while. âi missed you stretchinâ me out, daddy . . missed yâre dick s-so much.â
toji panted shallowly through his nose, every tendon in his body pulled bowstring tight as he fought the feral urge to surge up into you, to seize and take and claim. his fingers flexed convulsively on your hips, blunt nails biting into the plump flesh of your ass.
âi know, i know. i feel you mama. mâ so sorry, daddyâs been neglectinâ this pussy, huh? keep makinâ yourself f-feel good,â he encouraged gutturally, thumbs sweeping over the delicate skin of her inner thighs, smearing her arousal into the creases. âmm, tryinâ to take it all i see . . always so eager to make me proud, ainât yaâ?â
with a keening mewl as a reply, you began to move, rocking shallowly, finding a rhythm. your hands braced on his broad shoulders, using the leverage to grind down, to swivel your hips in maddening figure eights. pleasure sparkled up tojiâs spine, gathered in his heavy balls, pulling them up tight and throbbing against his body.
âs-shit, yeah,â he hissed, head swimming, drowning in sensation. âthat pussyâs fuckinâ good, yn â always so fuckinâ good. ride that dick jusâ like that.â
you made a desperate sound, head lolling on your neck, lush mouth falling open. each drag of your warm walls had his nerve endings sparking, a livewire of ecstasy. he could feel every clench, every ripple of your ass around him, could feel you growing wetter, slicker, easing the way for faster, harder thrusts.
soon enough you were bouncing feverishly in his lap, shameless, transported. your nails bit into his shoulders through his shirt as you slammed yourself down, the wet smack of sticky flesh and her breathless cries fogging the windows. each downstroke punched the breath from his lungs, until he was dizzy with it, drunk on the feel of you, the sweat and sex musk and some dark energy radiating off of you.
âcâmon,â he growled, palming your ass, spreading you open lewdly so he could watch himself disappear into your gleaming folds, over nâ over, creamy nâ noisy. âgonnaâ nut on this dick, hm? gonnaâ soak daddy with this greedy lilâ cunt? my greedy fuckinâ cunt â all mine, isnât it? say that shit.â
ây-yess, sâ all yours, d-daddy,â you panted, back arching sharply as his pelvis pressed just right against your swollen clit. that and the feeling of his hardened head nuzzling against your gummy cervix was just enough to â âmâ close . . mâ so close, baby!â he could feel you starting to tighten, starting to talk and pulse around his hammering cock. with a choked off curse, he gripped the globes of your ass and slammed you down, grinding his hips in deep, filthy circles that had your voice breaking on a sob.
âcum on that dick,â he commanded, holding her steady even as she thrashed and writhed, impaled to the root on his steel-hard length. âgive it to daddy â m-make a mess on me, nasty fuckinâ slut.â
he punctuated the words with one brutal thrust, and you had no choice but to cum with a ragged wail, clenching down on him so tight he lost his vision. your cunt rippled and gushed, rhythmic waves gracefully and sloppily milking his pulsing cock as ecstasy whited out behind your eyes.
âfuck, fuck, baby, i canât â mâ bout to cum, mâ cumminâ - aw fuck!â he choked out, and then his own orgasm was crashing through him, a tidal wave of rapture searing through his veins. he spurted long and hard, painting your trembling walls with scorching ropes of cum that had you shuddering through the aftershocks.
for long moments they stayed locked together, panting into the thick air, pulses gradually slowing. finally you shifted with a shuddery exhale, and toji groaned low in his chest as he slipped free of you in a hot gush. she collapsed bonelessly against his chest, sweat cooling on your skin, looking thoroughly debauched.
toji caught your face between his palms, tipped it up to meet her blissed-out gaze. âholy fuck i love you,â he rasped, thumbs sweeping over your tear stained cheeks, âso fuckinâ much, man - fuck.â
âme too . . l-love you too, babe.â you finished, voice a satisfied husk. a slow grin spread over your face, catlike and smug. âi canât believe you fucked me in a parking lot.â
âyou didnât give me much choice,â he growled playfully, nipping at your jaw once, twice, three times. âmy lilâ cum bunny jusâ couldnât wait tillâ we got home.â
you shivered, squirming against the twitch of renewed interest between his legs. âguess we better head back then,â you murmured. âround two in our nice comfy bed sounds pretty perfect right about now.â
toji made a low sound of agreement, already envisioning peeling her out of that sinful dress and worshipping every inch of her properly. âi can make a thirty minute drive a fifteen â that work for you?â
âyâknow you didnât have to ask that.â you clambered off his lap and they hastily rearranged your clothing, giggling like you were being caught by some mall cop patrolling the area. and then, toji reversed, pulled back onto the glistening streets, one hand resting possessively high on your thigh as the lights of the city streaked by.
soon you were pulling into your familiar driveway. toji killed the engine and dashed around to open your door, ever the gentleman as usual even after tiring you and himself out so thoroughly. hand in hand, giddy and eager, you made you way up the front walk, your heels clicking on the wet concrete.
the door swung open on a scene of perfect domestic tranquility. there on the oversized couch lay satoru, sprawled out and snoring softly, the little ones curled up safe and sound on his chest. the sight filling tojiâs heart with indescribable warmth.
gingerly, you both crept closer, not wanting to wake your peaceful babies. toji gazed down at their somber faces, so innocent in sleep, and felt his throat tighten with emotion. you then settled against his side and he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close.
âwe made some damn cute kids,â you whispered with a contented sigh.
âabsolutely we did,â toji agreed gruffly. he turned and pressed a kiss to your hair, soft and sweet. âi love our little family so much. and you . . i say it all the time, but god, i love you more than anything, yn. i wouldnât have them without you.â
you tilted your face up to his, eyes liquid and luminous in the low light. âtake me to bed nâ show me just how much you love me, lieutenant,â you murmured against his lips.
grinning, toji swept her into a bridal carry, careful not to jostle satoru and the kids. âroger that,â he whispered back playfully. âletâs go complete operation âwelcome home.ââ
and with that, he carried his gorgeous, giggling wife down the hall to their bedroom, ready to spend the rest of the night making good on the promise that had been building between them all evening long â a promise of passion, devotion, and a love that could set the whole world on fire.
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âTHE BEST MANâ â CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO
pairing. christopher sturniolo x fem!reader genre. fluff, smut
word count. 7.1k
âthis is a wedding! i'm trying to be classy today!â
content warnings. plot with smut, explicit content, sex with a stranger(?), oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, bathroom sex, riding, dirty talk,
authors note. not sure if i wrote chris well :/ but first chris fic on the blog yay, i hope you enjoy
You remember the first day you met Jennie: her soft hair curled in waves down her back, the rosy red tint on the apples of her cheeks from the cold weather, and how her smile and eyes gleamed when she introduced her twelve-year-old self to you at the playground. She was dressed in a sage green sweatshirt and jeans, and even though it was a simple outfit choice, you couldnât deny how gorgeous she looked in it.
You remember the first day you witnessed Jennie suffer through her first heartbreak; her hair thrown up messily with strands framing her face, her eyes were puffy and wet, and her chapped lips were curled into a frown. She had a sage green blanket wrapped around her form as she sat in her room, surrounded by endless amounts of tissues that were scattered from the door to her bed.
Itâs crazy, you thought. Even at that moment, she still looked gorgeous.
You remember the first day Jennie had met âthe oneâ: her hair tied back into a sleek ponytail, her eyes adorned with glittery makeup, and her lips full and glossy. She wore sage green jewellery that dangled from her ears and around her neck. Her cheeks were flushed a soft pink as she locked eyes with a man at the grocery store, and a shy grin formed on her lips as she kept her gaze on his, completely mesmerised by his appearance. Despite her nervousness, she still looked gorgeous.
Today will be another unforgettable dayâher wedding day.
Youâre captivated by her beauty: her hair is curled in waves down her back, just like the day you first met her, with strands framing her face. Her makeup is light and gentle, her eyes shining with excitement as she patiently waits for the makeup artist to apply the finishing touches. Her body is covered in the most beautiful sage green wedding dress you have ever seen.
âAre you going to cry?â Jennieâs voice teases you as she meets your eyes in the reflection of the mirror, and her bottom lip forms into a playful pout. âBecause if you start crying, Iâll start crying.â
The makeup artist tuts, pointing her brush at you warningly. âNo crying.â
You laugh and gently pat under your eyes, hoping not to feel any moisture. âIâm not going to cry. You look gorgeous, thatâs all.â
âThank you,â Jennie smiles softly in response to the compliment, expressing her appreciation. She also gives a quiet thanks to the makeup artist who had just finished touching up her face. Jennie leans forward to take a good look at herself in the mirror, pleased with the results. âMy mother wasnât too happy about me going for a coloured theme instead of the traditional white wedding, though.â
âItâs your wedding. You do whatever you want,â You reassure her, briefly glancing down at your silk, cream bridesmaid dress and smoothing your hands over the material. âSage green has always been your colour, anyways. I wouldâve been surprised if it wasnât included in your wedding.â
Jennie beams in response, âRight! But on top of that, my dad wasnât happy either. He wanted a traditional wedding in a church⊠Heâs not exactly thrilled to be invited to his only child greenhouse wedding.â
âThis wedding is for you and Justin, not your parents,â You say with a straight face, clearly not impressed with her parents' thoughts towards the special day. âIf anyone needs to be happy and satisfied, itâs you two.â
âWell, I would be even happier if you brought a dateââ
You interject, deadpanning, âAre you seriously bringing this up again?â
âItâs my wedding!â Jennie whines, turning around in her chair to face you with a pout. âHow could you not bring a date? What happened to the guy you were speaking to on Tinder? I thought things were going well with him!â
You immediately scoff at the mention of him, shaking your head. âHe was completely obsessed with talking about himself that I could barely get a word in, and he was constantly glued to his phone, looking at his ex-girlfriendâs social media posts. Hard pass.â
Jennie purses her lips in deep thought, absentmindedly playing with the end of her curls as she contemplates. You observe her, knowing that look all too wellâthe look of an idea brewing in her head or a plan already forming.Â
You prepare yourself to immediately disagree with whatever sheâs about to suggest. However, before anything spills out, the door to the room slides open, revealing Jennieâs mother, who gasps at the sight of her daughter.
Taking it as your cue to give them some privacy, you announce quietly that youâre going to step outside for some fresh air. You briefly greet Jennieâs mother, offering a gentle rub on her arm as you pass by, and allow the door to slide shut behind you.Â
You take this as your cue to leave, wanting the two to be alone and experience a moment together. You mumble to Jennie that youâre going to step outside for some fresh air before giving a quick greeting to her mother, rubbing her arm gently as you slip past, allowing the door to slide shut behind you.
The exhale you breathe out is deep, and your heels click against the marble flooring of the building as you make your way outside and into the sun, the warm rays shining down, and you shield your eyes with your hand to block the bright beams. You gaze over at the greenhouse conservatory where guests are mingling outside or taking their seats inside.Â
A smile forms on your face as you spot familiar faces, waving to a few old classmates Jennie had invited, and you begin to walk towards them, intending to give them a warm welcome. But as you take a step forward, your right foot twists beneath you, your heel becoming lodged in a crack in the concrete below.Â
You smile when you see a few people you recognise, waving at a few old classmates that Jennie had invited and you go to walk towards them to give them all a proper welcome, until your right foot twists beneath you, your heel getting caught in the crack of the concrete below you.
A panicked âHoly shit!â escapes from the side, and a hand reaches out, grabbing hold of your bicep to steady you and prevent any further damage. You wince at the slight twinge of pain in your ankle, but youâre relieved to find that nothing seems to be broken when you look down. You mutter curses under your breath for wearing heels that youâre not used to walking in.Â
You turn your head to thank your rescuer, expecting to see them chuckling at your clumsiness, but youâre taken aback when you see a boy with messy, brunette hair staring at you with wide, startled light blue eyes and his mouth agape.
His attractive appearance catches your attention, and since heâs an unfamiliar face, youâre intrigued to know who he is and what connection he might have to the wedding. But before you can utter a word, he breaks the silence between you both.
âYou literally almost died.â
Your brow raises in amusement, âThatâs a little dramatic.â
âNo, Iâm dead serious. It was a Final Destination moment waiting to happen. Ankle snapped in half, face smashed to the ground, all mangled, blood everything⊠I swear, I had the visions, dude.â
You blink, taken aback by his vivid imagination. âYou have an interesting way with words.â
The corner of his lips curls into a mischievous grin. âAnd you have an interesting way of walking.â
âTouchĂ©,â You respond, pursing your lips as you glance down at your heels with a soft hum. âI blame them. Theyâre difficult to walk in.â
He chuckles, his eyes lingering on your heels for a moment, âI mean, Iâd be nice and offer to swap but, uh, I donât think your shoes go with my outfit.â
You playfully raise an eyebrow at him, taking the opportunity to thoroughly check him out. His white dress shirt is neatly tucked into his black trousers, accentuating his slim waist. His black blazer is left unbuttoned, and the matching coloured tie lays clean and ironed against his chest.
You canât help but grin, âI donât know⊠I think youâd look pretty good in a pair of heels.â
He bursts into genuine laughter, a faint blush colouring his cheeks as he runs his fingers through his hair. He then extends his hand towards you, introducing himself as Chris. You smile and take his hand in yours, introducing yourself in return, and the sound of him softly repeating your name sends a pleasant shiver down your spine.
Chris goes on to explain that heâs one of Justinâs brothers and also one of the best men chosen, mentioning that heâs the youngest triplet. You share with him how you know Jennie and that youâre her only bridesmaid, filling him in on the little details.Â
He listens intently as you explain your long-standing friendship with Jennie, smiling warmly at you and even adding his own comments about when he first met her, and how well she and Justin are matched, to which you instantly agree.Â
The conversation between you both flows so smoothly that youâre almost shocked, unable to fully understand how you can feel so comfortable and compatible with someone youâve just metâyou more or less wish you had met someone like Chris on Tinder instead.
âI think the ceremony is about to start,â Chris announces, glancing at his phone to check the time and the messages flooding his screen. He pockets his phone and wets his lips, a grin spreading across his face. He extends his arm towards you, offering it to you. âCan I walk you inside? You know, just in case you trip over your heels again or something.â
Feeling a bit shy but unable to contain your own grin, you nod in agreement. You slide your arm through his, your hand resting against his bicep. âJust in case, of course.â
The ceremony unfolded before your eyes, and it became the most beautiful moment youâve ever witnessed.Â
Tears well up in your eyes as you watch Jennie make her way down the white carpeted aisle, arm in arm with her father, and a radiant smile gracing her lips. She looks absolutely stunning.
The second wave of emotion hits you as you witness the love and happiness between Jennie and Justin. Their whispered vows, the tender embrace, and the loving kiss they share leave you and many others in tears. The guests join in with boisterous claps and heartfelt cheers, celebrating their union.
And then the third, and thankfully final, wave of tears washes over you as the triplets take the stage for their best menâs speech. Chris, in his touching words, comments on the beauty of Jennie and the ceremony. Matt chimes in, expressing that in all the years of being Justinâs brother, he has never seen him this happy, thanking Jennie for the permanent smile on his face. Nick follows suit, expressing his eternal gratitude to her for bringing happiness to his brotherâs life.
Third, and thankfully final, wave of waterworks happened when the triplets began their best-men speech, how Chris commented on how beautiful Jennie and the ceremony was, and how Matt was the one to claim that in the many years of being Justinâs brother, he has never seen him this happy and that the permanent smile on his face was all thanks to Jennie, to which Nick followed through and admitted how eternally grateful he would be for her giving his brother his happiness.Â
You werenât going to cry again, although the food served at dinner tasted delicious, and you resist the urge to kneel down and praise the chefs for their outstanding work. Instead, you keep your emotions at bay and thank them as they come to clear the plates from your table.
Tess, a shared friend of yours and Jennieâs, strikes up a conversation with you during dinner, reminiscing on past memories and current. Then her eyes get fixed on the happy couple mingling with Justinâs family, and she comments;
âYou know, I always knew Jennie would be the first one from our class to get married. I just didnât expect it to be with someone slightly older,â Tess smacks her red, painted lips together and takes a sip of her wine, nursing the glass in her hand. âSheâs always had this aura about her, you know? Meeting the perfect guy young, falling in love, getting married in her twenties, living in a fancy home with a white picket fence, husband, kidsâmaybe even a dog or two. God, I wish I had my life planned out like that.âÂ
You raise an eyebrow and offer a gentle reminder, âWell, nothing is stopping you. How are things going with you and Ryan?â
Tess gives you a look, âDo you see a ring on my hand?â
âNot yet,â A chuckle leaves your lips, pushing Tessâs hand out of your face as she waves it in front of you.Â
She laughs, retracting her hand back to tuck her hair behind her ears. âWhat about you? Have you been seeing anyone recently?â
âNo,â You canât help but sound a bit bitter as you respond, not in the mood to recount the string of disappointing Tinder dates and unsatisfying hookups that have left you feeling frustrated. âIâm going to live a miserable single life. Maybe Iâll get a dog to make me feel less lonely.â
âThe last time we spoke, you were seeing Jennieâs cousin, right? Was his name Liam?â His name makes you grimace and Tess snorts, covering her mouth to conceal the rest of her amusement. âWas it that bad?â
âTo be fair, he did warn me that us fucking in his apartment would be risky because of his roommate being there.â
Tessâs brows furrowed in confusion, âWhat do you mean? Does his roommate never leave the apartment?â
You let out a frustrated wail, frowning at the memory. âNo! They share a fucking room. Their beds are literally pressed together, toe to toe!â Tess is unable to control her laughter now, almost spitting her wine across the table as she splutters, but you take no notice as you shiver at the memory. âThey turned their perfectly capable extra bedroom into a makeshift gym⊠it was scary.â
âPlease, your dates canât be all that bad,â Tess says, and you almost break into the story of your much recent date that you had explained to Jennie prior, but your attention is drawn to a soft call of your name. You turn in your seat to see Chris standing behind you, wearing a boyish yet kind grin on his lips.
It takes you an embarrassing amount of time to realise that heâs asking if the chairs beside you are free, and you nod dumbly, offering him a smile as you expect him to grab the vacant chair and take it wherever he needs to go. But to your surprise, Chris slides the chair out from beneath the table and sits beside you.
He begins to explain, âJustin and Jennie are talking with her family. Nick is taking pictures, and Mattâs with our parents. It was getting a little boring over there, so I hope you donât mind me bothering you instead.â
âNot at all,â You smile warmly at him, âThe speech was amazing, by the way.â
Tess chimes in without missing a beat, her tone teasing. âShe cried,â She nods towards you, and you playfully nudge her with your shoulder. âBut sheâs right, though. You and your brothers did a great job with the speeches.âÂ
Chris grins in response, running his fingers through his hair to push the curls away from his face. You canât help but admire the sight, a desire to reach out and run your own fingers through his locks briefly crossing your mind. But you keep your hands occupied with holding your wine glass, maintaining a respectful distance.Â
Tessâs boyfriend, Ryan, soon joins the table, and he immediately strikes up a conversation with Chris. The two of them engage in a series of discussions and topics that leave Chris laughing loudly, unable to keep himself upright, his shoulder brushing against yours every so often, and you canât help but feel flustered as his warmth radiates towards you.
You are so embarrassingly touch starved.Â
As the conversation continues, Ryan suddenly excuses himself, mentioning that heâll treat the entire table to drinks. Chris offers to accompany him, and he dips his head low in your direction to quietly ask about your drink preference, but Ryanâs hand clamps down on Chrisâs shoulder, assuring him that he knows everyoneâs favourite drinks. With a firm tug, Ryan pulls Chris towards the bar, leaving you momentarily disappointed and longing for more interactions with him.
Tess observes the duo walking towards the bar, wearing a mischievous smirk on her face. She then shifts her gaze to you and comments, âHeâs cute. Like, really cute.â
You nod, a light laugh escaping your lips. âI know,â You admit, your voice filled with amusement. âI actually met him earlier. He saved me from tripping over these heels like an idiot.â
âWow⊠so, you literally fell for him.â
âFunny,â You snort, finding her words amusing. Finishing the last sip of your wine, you place the empty glass on the table and wipe the corner of your lips with a napkin. Your attention shifts towards the bar, where Chris and Ryan are engrossed in conversation, both laughing. âFuck,â You mutter softly. âHe really is cute.âÂ
âAsk for his number,â Tess suggests, âOr bring him home with you later. Keep your bed warm.â
You playfully gasp in response, âThis is a wedding! Iâm trying to be classy today.â
âOh, Iâm far from classy,â Tess scoffs, sending a sultry look towards Ryan, who meets her eyes from across the room and winks at her. âI almost jumped Ryan outside when I saw him dressed in the suit.â
You burst into laughter at Tessâs comment, but before you can fully respond, Chris and Ryan return back to the table, carrying a tray of drinks. They distribute the beverages, and you patiently wait your turn, smiling at Chris as he takes his seat beside you, holding two glasses of red wine in his hand.
He hands one over to you, âYou cool with red wine?â
You hum, taking the glass between your fingers with a smile. âIâm cool.â
Chris returns your smile, his grin widening as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. âCool.â
The drinks start to flow through your system, and soon you find yourself becoming increasingly tipsy and talkative. Engaging in lively conversations with the table, the topics range from various subjects to the details of the wedding itself. Jennie and Justin finally join in, accompanied by Nick and Matt.
Chris, too, seems to be in a similar state of tipsiness, becoming more talkative and touchy.
You donât mind when you feel Chris unintentionally lean against you, his body pressing lightly to yours as he listens intently to Jennie she speaks. He hangs onto her every word, his laughter filling the air whenever Justin interjects with a joke or flirty comment, or when Matt and Nick chime in with their own commentary.
During this interaction, you canât help but notice how animated Chris becomes when he speaks. His hands are in constant motion, emphasising his points, clapping them together, or even slamming them down on surfaces when something particularly funny is said.
Youâre taken aback when Chris dramatically sighs in response to one of his brothersâ teasing and drops his hands, unintentionally resting them on your thigh. The warmth of his palm against your skin and the gentle tapping of his fingers send a rush of sensations through you. Itâs a moment that catches your full attention, leaving you unsure of how to react.
Chris seems oblivious to what heâs done, perhaps too caught up in the conversation or the effects of the drinks. You contemplate whether to subtly let him know or allow the touch to continue, as you find yourself enjoying the comforting and slightly arousing sensation. It feels nice, and a part of you doesnât want it to end.
You bite back any type of response or comment, and you hide your grin behind the rim of your wine glass, taking a sip while ignoring Tessâs lingering gaze and her teasing nudge against your side. Jennie also catches on quickly, wiggling her eyebrows in your direction before leaning into Justinâs ear to whisper something.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes when Justin gazes at you, likely picking up on the situation as well.
The attention shifts away from the two of you and back to the ongoing conversation, allowing you to exhale deeply, relieved that the focus has been diverted.Â
However, Chris notices your sigh and leans in close, his warm breath brushing against your ear as he whispers in concern. âYou good? Did you have too much to drink or something?â
You turn to face him with a smile, assuring him, âIâm okay.â His worry immediately fades as he returns your smile.Â
Just as heâs about to say something else, a small movement causes his hand to shift on your lap. Chrisâs head drops down, his eyes widening comically as he realises where his hand has been this entire time.
âOh shit,â He slowly withdraws his hand, âOh. Wow. Damn. Iâm so sorry, I didnâtââ
âItâs okay,â You interrupt, wanting to ease any embarrassment or discomfort he may be feeling. You gather your courage and place your hand on top of his, causing his hand to settle back onto your thigh. You notice his throat bob as he swallows, his eyebrow twitching as his gaze shifts between your hands and your eyes. Wanting to reassure him, you repeat, âItâs okay.â
âYeah? You sure?â Chris asks, and despite wanting to make sure you were fully okay with the situation, he turns his hand beneath yours, palm to palm, his fingers twitching with the urge to intertwine.
But you take the initiative and lace your fingers together, holding his hand firmly in your grasp. Chris bites down on his cheek and glances away, unable to hide the goofy smile that spreads across his lips, and his grip tightens on your hand, his thumb gently grazing across your knuckles. he turns his hand around beneath yours, palm to palm, his fingers twitching against your own as he was desperate to lace them together, but it was you who took that initiative.
âOh. I love this song!â Jennie exclaims loudly at the sound of a familiar song playing in the venue, drawing everyone's attention to the dance floor. She pulls Justin up with her and looks over at you. âYou coming?â
You find yourself torn between wanting to dance and not wanting to let go of Chrisâs hand just yet, and a sense of selfishness washes over you.âYou go dance together. Iâm going to finish up my drink.â
Jennie smirks and sends a sly wink your way before she and Justin make their way to the dance floor. Meanwhile, Ryan stands up with Tess on his arm and asks Chris if heâs coming too. Chris hesitates for a moment before declining, his hand subtly squeezing yours beneath the table, a small gesture that doesnât go unnoticed.
Ryan shrugs and accepts Chrisâs decision, along with Matt and Nick, as they all head towards the dance floor. Nick, in particular, cranes his head back towards you and Chris, giving his brother a cheesy thumbs up to which you almost snort at.
As you watch the guests on the dance floor, a feeling of warmth fills your heart. The happiness radiates from the people around you, especially Jennie and Justin, who are wrapped up in each otherâs arms, sharing whispered words and sweet kisses.
Lost in your observation, you fail to notice Chris trying to get your attention amidst the music. Itâs only when he leans in close, his voice hushed, that you become aware of his attempt to talk to you. Struggling to hear him, you lean in ever closer, feeling a shiver run down your neck as his warm breath brushes against your skin. He asks if he can have your number.
For a quick moment, youâre stunned by his request, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events. However, you quickly regain your composure and nod your head in agreement, a smile forming on your lips. Chris wastes no time, swiftly retrieving his phone from his pocket with his free hand as the other remains intertwined with yours.
He hands you his phone, already unlocked and ready for you to put in your number. You canât help but smile even wider as you type in your name and number, playfully adding a heart emoji to your contact information. Chris grins upon seeing it, and you notice in surprise that he doesnât even attempt to remove the heart or replace it with a different emoji. He simply shuts off his phone and pockets it, leaving the heart intact.
A comfortable silence settles between the two of you as you bask in each otherâs company, listening to the music, watching others dance and mingle around you. Youâre typically the first one on the dance floor, letting the rhythm and the music move you. But right now, youâre content sitting beside the cute boy with your hands locked together.Â
Curiosity gets the best of you, and you decide to break the silence as you ask, âSo, how come you didnât want to dance?â You glance at him, taking a sip of your wine..
âIâm fine right here,â He replies, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. âWhy didnât you want to dance?â
You muster up the courage to be bold with your answer, âBecause I didnât want to let go of your hand.â
âWow,â Chrisâs laughter fills the air, and he unconsciously swipes his tongue across his bottom lip as he tries to conceal his obvious grin. âYouâre bold,â He says. âYou kind of make me feel nervous sometimes.â
Raising an eyebrow, you press,, âA good nervous or a bad nervous?â
Chris exhales deeply, a genuine smile finally breaking through as he meets your gaze, âA really good nervous,â
Feeling more confident in yourself, you lean in closer to Chris, pressing your side against his. He laughs and allows you to do as you please, his fingers squeezing around your own in response. The close proximity between you both makes him feel a little hot beneath the collar.
Lost in the moment and distracted by you, Chris forgets that heâs still holding his glass in his other hand. As your face draws closer, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip, he accidentally loosens his grip on the stem of the glass when your nose brushes against his.Â
The drink spills over his lap, causing him to let out a surprised noise and jerk back in shock. He quickly releases your hand to grab the now half-empty glass, staring at the mess heâs created, a slight pink hue colouring his cheeks.
Chris is clearly embarrassed, sitting in stunned silence, not uttering a single word as he assesses the damage. Meanwhile, you gasp loudly, your hand flying to cover your mouth in shock.
Apologies spill out of you in rapid speed as you realise the consequences of your actions, blaming yourself for diverting Chrisâs attention and causing the spill. You hastily grab a napkin from the table, tapping his lap in an attempt to dry his pants, all while continuing to whisper your sorrys. Despite the fact that his pants are black and wonât show a stain, you still feel responsible and guilty.Â
Chrisâs eyes widen as he watches you, body frozen and his mouth dry as he feels your touch pressing against him. Heâs unable to move or speak, caught off guard when he feels you press against his cock. Itâs only when you start to wipe that he finally reacts, snatching your wrist in his grasp and emitting a choked groan.
âIâm good,â He strains, his voice tight as he tries to regain his composure. You immediately pull back once you realise how you were touching him. Embarrassed, you remain silent, unable to meet his eyes as you look away, avoiding any further interaction despite the thought of making him hard just from some mere touching leaves an ache between your legs, and you press your thighs together as you clear your throat.
Desperate to change the topic or find an escape route from the embarrassment, you suggest getting Chris another drink, glancing at his half-empty glass and then at the bar. However, Chris interrupts you before you can finish your offer, coughing and shaking his head.Â
âNo, itâs good, youâre fine,â He insists, clearing his throat and shifting in his seat, pulling at his blazer to hide the bulge forming in his pants. âIâm, like, sorry⊠by the way.â
Quickly, you reassure him that he doesnât need to apologise, taking the blame upon yourself for distracting him and causing the drink to spill.
âI wasnât talking about that,â Chris cuts you off once again, making it clear that heâs referring to something else entirely. You swallow thickly, realising what heâs alluding to, and you shake your head, wanting to assure him that itâs okay. However, he continues, stumbling over his words. âIâm talking about meâokay, shit, look. It just happens, you know, and when you were touching meââ
You interrupt him this time, âItâs flattering, really,â you admit with a small chuckle to escape. âItâs fine, I promise. Iâm sorry for touching you, though. I was only trying to help⊠and I understand that it's a totally normal reaction, so donât worry. Itâs cute.â
Chris stares at your face in silence for a moment before responding in a lighthearted tone. âDid you just call me getting hard cute?â
You grimace at your choice of words, âPretend you didnât hear that. I donât know what Iâm talking about.â
Before you can start rambling and making excuses for your mistake, your voice trails off as you feel Chrisâs hand slide back into yours. His fingers intertwined with yours, and you bite back a gasp as he gently guides your intertwined hands back to his lap, causally resting the back of your hand against the bulge in his pants. It makes your head spin.
You need himâno, you want him.Â
The thoughts that run through your mind and the needy ache between your legs has you desperate to be touched, to be fucked, all by him.
âI need to go to the bathroom,â You announce, noticing the rejected look on Chrisâs face as he loosens his hold on your hand. However, you quickly tighten your grip, not wanting to let go. âDo you want to come with me?â
Chris looks confused. âWhat? To the bathroom?â
âYes.â
âDo you, like, need help peeing or something?â Chris asks, unsure of your intentions.
âNo, I donât need to pee,â You canât help but laugh, causing Chris to give you a puzzled look. Your attention is fully on him now, your eyes dark and tone sultry. âI just really want to go to the bathroom.â
âOhâŠâ Chris blinks, his eyebrows knitting together as heâs even more confused. But then, it all seems to dawn on him what youâre hinting towards, and his eyebrows raise slightly. âOh.â
âSo,â Your voice is laced with anticipation. âDo you want to come to the bathroom with me?â
Chris nods eagerly, his grip on your hand tightening. âYeah, yeah, letâs go.â
You pull Chris up from his seat as soon as he gives you the confirmation youâve been waiting for and you navigate through the crowded dance floor, heading towards the bathroom area.Â
Chris is hot on your heels, his hand still tightly clasped in yours, and almost tripping over his own shoes due to the speed youâre walking in, and him trying to keep up with you, ensuring not to stray too far from each other.
Unbeknownst to you, Justin and Jennie watch with amused smirks on their faces, exchanging celebratory fist bumps before sharing a sweet kiss of their own.
Finally reaching the bathroom area, Chris chuckles deeply as you yank him inside a vacant stall, closing and locking the door behind you. He takes in his surroundings firstâthe clean white marbled floor and walls painted with green vines.
âWow,â Chris murmurs, seemingly impressed. âThis bathroom is actually pretty neatâwhat are you doing?â
Your fingers are pulling at the buttons on his pants as you simply state, âIâm going to suck you off.â
âYeah?â Chris hums, licking at his lips as he watches you drop to your knees, and his eyebrows pull together in concern when he notices your bridesmaid dress is wrinkling and losing its pristine condition. âWhat about your dress?â
âYouâre worried about my dress? Thatâs cute,â You smile up at him. You free his cock from his trousers and boxers, and you wrap your fingers around the base which causes him to hiss through his teeth at the contact. âI donât really care about my dress right now. All I care about is making you feel good.â
âAlright,â Chris slumps down on the closed lid of the toilet seat, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he looks down at you with hazy vision. âGo on. Do what you want.â
The moment he gives you the permission, you take him into your mouth, and a string of curse words leaves his lips, running his fingers through his hair as he stares down at you.
His cock feels hot and heavy on your tongue, and you take him down your throat, sucking him in and squeezing your fingers around the base that you struggle to fit all the way into your mouth. Heâs big, bigger than you expected, and it drives you wildâthe ache in between your legs becoming almost unbearable, but you want to play with him a little longer, to taste him more.Â
With Chris watching you through lidded eyes, it fuels you to put on a show for him, and thatâs exactly what you do. You pull back, close your lips around his tip, sucking and using your tongue around his sensitive head. Heâs panting above you, a throaty moan leaving him when you take him deeper into your mouth, jerking him off with each twist of your fist.Â
âYou can touch me,â You remind him, a string of spit connecting from your lips to the tip of his cock when you move back to catch your breath. âTouch me, Chris.â
âMan, youâre insane,â Chris laughs deeply, and his hand comes down to rest on the back of your head. His fingers thread your through hair, gripping at the roots as he pushes you further down on his cock, and you gag a little when he hits the back of your throat so suddenly. But you breathe steadily through your nose, hollowing your cheeks around him, drool seeping past your lips. âFucking filthy girl.â
You hum around his cock at his words, and you shuffle closer to kneel better between his open legs. The slight sting on your scalp from his tight grip on your hair urges you to do better, to give him everything you've got. The burn in the back of your throat is pleasurable and you moan, causing his hips to jerk forward at the vibration, and you take him in deeper.Â
âOh, fuck me,â Chris grunts, pushing your head down. âFuck. Just like thatâgod.â
You pull off of him with a lewd pop, and you use your hand to jerk him off as your glossy lips form into a sweet smile. âYouâre noisy, you know.â
âWhat do you expect?â Chris hums with a lighthearted laugh, and his hand comes down from the top of your head to caress your cheek, his thumb pulling at your bottom lip. âI got a pretty girl on her knees in front of me sucking my cock, the fuck am I supposed to do?â
Your heart swells in your chest as you repeat, âPretty girl?â
âYeah,â Chris nods, grinning down at you. âThe prettiest, ma.â
The choked groan that leaves him when you let go of his cock almost makes you take him into your hands again, but youâre too needy for him nowâdesperate to be filled by him.
Usually, you would scold yourself for allowing such a bare minimum compliment to get you so hot and bothered, but you didnât care, not when it sounded so fucking good coming from him.
Chris watches with wild eyes as you yank your underwear down your legs, discarding them to the side and bunching the hem of your dress up to your waist as you ease yourself down on his lap. One of his hands comes to rest at your hip, and the other grips your jaw, finally bringing you in for a first kiss.
The kiss is sweet at firstâsoft and delicate, and Chris even takes a moment to lean back to gaze at your face with a small grin on his face. The grip he has on your jaw tightens a little, causing your lips to pucker up and he hums, nose brushing against yours before he claims your lips again.
This time, itâs more frantic. Youâre biting at his bottom lip, his tongue dips into your mouth, teeth clashing, and his hands move to fist the material of your dress, bunching it higher over your hips as your own hand dips between your body to line his cock at your entrance, and you sink down onto him.
Chris grunts into your mouth while you moan, the feeling of him filling you so deep making your toes curl. Your arms wind around his shoulders to keep yourself steady as you leisurely bounce on his lap, and Chrisâs grip is tight on your hips as he thrusts up into you.
Heâs kissing you breathless, and youâre too drunk on his lips and cock to pull away for air. You lace your fingers through his curls as you fuck youtself down on him, putting all of your energy in riding him and itâs Chris that breaks the kiss to curse loudly with a moan, panting as he stares at you with wide eyes and red, swollen lips.
âYou feel good,â Chris grunts. You clamp around him, whining softly at his compliment. âFuck, ma⊠youâre so fucking tight fâme.â
âYouâre being noisy again.â You repeat from before in a teasing tone, even though youâre not particularly quiet yourself. Youâre unable to keep your noises at a minimum as you moan loudly when he matches the rhythm of your hips.
Chris laughs, âShut up.â
Admittedly, you like the way he sounds edging closer and closer to release, and you would like to relish in the sound a little more, but when you hear the bathroom door suddenly open, your eyes widen as your hand flies down from his hair to slap over his mouth to silence him. Chris stares up at you in alarm as someone walks into the stall beside yours.
Youâre still lifting and dropping yourself back down on him, and heâs still fucking up into you to keep the pace despite not wanting to get caught. But youâre thankful that whoever is beside you has flushed the toilet the second you let out a wail when his cock hits a spot within you, and Chris is quick to silence you too, pressing his hand over your own mouth and staring into your eyes.Â
Youâre both panting heavily behind each otherâs hands, and you can make out the sound of water running from the sink tap before it shuts off, then the bathroom door opens and creaks shut behind them, leaving you both alone once again.
Still, neither of you move your hand, still keeping each other silent despite the muffled noises youâre both making.
You feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm, and you wonder if Chris feels the same. You get the answer when his eyes roll to the back of his head as he groans, his hand falling from your mouth to hold your waist and pull you down onto him.
As your hand moves from his mouth to touch his face, Chris finally speaks, âIâm gonna cum.â
âMe too,â You agree, exhaling deeply. âCum. Cum inside me.â
The corner of Chrisâs lips twitch upwards, âYeah? You want that?âÂ
You nod eagerly, âYes. Please. Fill me up.â
âFuck, alright.â Chris grunts, lurching forwards to slot his lips over yours, and his tongue dips into your mouth, gliding with yours as he cums deep within. He keeps moving you against him to reach your own high, and you wail as your orgasm hits you, convulsing around his cock as you hump his lap.
Youâre heavily heavily, desperate to catch your breath as you break away from his lips, and he leaves messy, wet kisses down the column of your neck. His hands loosen on your hips to wrap his arms around your waist, holding you close to his chest and yours slide around his shoulders, fingers threading through his hair as your body trembles.
Itâs silent between you both as you embrace each other, and Chris is still kissing your neck with his hands rubbing your back comfortingly, and you melt into his arms. You feel relaxed and content, even though you should be both cleaning yourself up and leaving before anyone else could walk in.
âJust so you know, I donât do this,â Chris mumbles in the crevice of your neck. Your eyebrows knit together, and you arch back to look at his face, and he smiles at your confused expression. âI mean, like, meeting some stranger and hooking up with them. I donât do that.â
âI donât either,â You admit, chewing your bottom lip. âI usually go on at least one date before I do that.â
âNoted,â Chris grins sluggishly. âIâll take you next time.â
His nonchalant tone makes your heart flutter, and you wonder if he knows what he has just said to you, and if heâs serious on potentially seeing you again. You want to question it, or at least have him repeat it, but you keep your lips pressed together when you notice Chrisâs attention is brought to the dĂ©cor of the stall like it was the first time he came in.
âThis bathroom is really nice, though. I wonder if Matt and Nick know about this.â
© sturnioz
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HUSBAND!YOONGI who asked you to marry him without a ring or planning, just the desire to be yours forever motivating Yoongi. you were about to go to bed, tired from another long day of work, but when he looked at you, focused on your night routine, arranging things for the next day, Yoongi realized that was a vision he wanted to have for the rest of his life; Yoongi's words came without hesitation, spontaneous, carrying with them all the hope and desire for a full life by your side. âletâs get married. i can't bear to spend another day with the fear of losing you. i want this life we have forever.â
HUSBAND!YOONGI who at your wedding, at the end of the day under the sunset, pulled you away from all the guests and said private vows just for you. at the ceremony Yoongi was nervous, too eager to hurry up the ceremony and finally have you forever and ever, and, as such, his vows were beautiful, yes, but brief; however, when the day was ending, when dancing and laughter occupied all the space, Yoongi gently held your hand, taking you to the garden, pouring out his soul in the form of simple words. âi promise to love you. not as i love you now, or as i loved you yesterday, but as i will love you tomorrow and the day after, for i continue to fall in love with you constantly and my love will never diminish, only grow.â
HUSBAND!YOONGI who sits in the kitchen with a guitar and serenades you. whenever you were cooking, cleaning the kitchen, or simply working, Yoongi would take his guitar to the kitchen and embellish your tasks with a gentle melody echoing through the room, the music that your husband played for you comforting your heart and making you smile every time Yoongi decided to accompany his guitar with his sweet voice. âi wrote a new ballad with you in mind. wanna hear it?â
HUSBAND!YOONGI who likes to be the little spoon when you take a nap on a sunday afternoon. Yoongi liked to have you in his arms, to have the feeling that, in a way, he was protecting you from the world and that he contained within you all the essence of your soul that made you so unique, so beautiful; however, Yoongi wasn't going to deny that he also liked to feel held, to have your hands around his body in a warm blanket of pure love and tranquility. âdo you want to take a nap with me? i wouldn't mind being held now... because⊠i need you, to... you know. please?â
HUSBAND!YOONGI who adopted a dog on your first anniversary. Yoongi would be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking about a family with you since the day he told you he loved you â it was stronger than him. you made Yoongi dream, dream about things he never thought he wanted, things he never thought he was worthy of wanting; you were magic for Yoongi, an eternal source of dreams and hope and he just wanted to repay you â a dog, an animal that would keep you company when he was away, an animal that was capable of loving you almost as much as Yoongi, almost. âi donât know what magic you have in you, but i just want to continue to grow with you and make our relationship grow. this dog is the beginning of our family.â
HUSBAND!YOONGI who reads you books out loud when you are tired or sad. Yoongi asked you to lay your head on his lap and choose the book he would read: poetry, fantasy, even plays he was capable of reading and interpreting for you if it meant you resting and laughing for moments; there were entire hours of nothing more than your husband's melodious words filling the room, various tales and stories coming to life through his voice while you closed your eyes and let yourself be carried away by the narrative recited by Yoongi. âif i read you shakespeare and look at you while i read the love dialogues, does that count as a confession from me to you?â
HUSBAND!YOONGI who loves you unconditionally for years and years on end, the feeling that was planted in Yoongi's heart only growing with each moment shared with you without ever withering or losing a single fragment. as if linked by the oldest constellations, your love was constant, long ago idealized by the universe itself with traces of stars and magic making your relationship lasting in each lifetime. âi donât want to stop dreaming about you. i don't want to stop loving you. you are the only reality for me and i only exist with you by my side.â
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lover - oscar piastri
summary: y/n is a songwriter who writes plenty of songs however no one realizes that they're made by her (and about oscar hehe)!
a/n: the outcomes of the races are fictional, and the order in which these songs have been written (assume fearless was written this year ygwim?). also no face claim!!
liked by yukitsunoda, oscarpiastri, and 33, 287 others ynusername romance is not dead if you keep it just yours! lovelovelove being able to come home for race day!! i'm so proud of u osc đ©·
oscarpiastri I'm so lucky đ„° liked by ynusername
user27633 Y/N IS A SWIFTIE CONFIRMED!?!?!
ynusername of course!!
user16372 u literally take the cutest photos of oscar
user82537 y/n quoting paris... i'm so up
yukitsunoda đđ
landonorris You're my favourite wag
ynusername wow how considerate
liked by taylorswift, landonorris, and 1, 287, 387 others oscarpiastri Unwinding before Japan đ
ynusername tehee we're cute
oscarpiastri You're cuter landonorris Get a room
taylorswift ooooh she's working hard @ ynusername
user62584 WHAT THE FUCK ARE U DOING HERE???
user98274 OSCAR IS FRIENDS WITH TAYLOR HUH
user61192 i did not expect to see taylor in the comments of oscar's post tagging y/n!
user92898 no fr like what is going on
user93829 Everyone shut up about taylor look at the beauty that is y/n omd
view ynusername's story...
liked by jackantonoff, phoebebridgers, and 55, 918, 278 others taylorswift In honour of my album 'The Tortured Poets Department' release a week ago, I wanted to thank my biggest musical inspirations! Thank you Jack, Lana, and Y/N for helping me the best artist I could possibly be, without you'd guys I'd be nowhere (thank you y/n for writing the cheesiest, cutest, sexiest songs ever)!!
user51862 who is y/n
user01827 She's dating f1 driver oscar piastri but also now apparently a songwriter idk...
user72973 Wdym thanks y/n for writing?? you're telling me the twitter stans were right??
user62863 y/n is singlehandedly uniting f1 and the swifties
ynusername thank u tay đđ
user52868 Girl has been living a double life
user51929 ohhh so this is why taylor was commenting on oscar's postđ
liked by oscarpiastri, taylorswift, and 108, 276 others ynusername well now that the cat is out of the bag, who wants to hear a story? i assume u all said yes.
on one of our first dates, oscar made me a bracelet (yes that one) and i thought (and still think) that it was one of the most romantic gestures. so obviouslyyy i wrote 'lover' about him hehe. yes we only knew each other for at most three months when i wrote it, but i love him so much, he's my forever.
oscarpiastri I love having a singer for a girlfriend (wife one day)
ynusername hello cat boy
user18739 You're telling me that taylor's most romantic song is literally written by my favourite wag about my favourite driver?? i might pass out
ynusername haha yes! i write a lot of songs for tay
landonorris So this song is basically about ur delusions liked by ynusername
user52863 oh now i need to know exactly what songs you've written
user20939 AND PLEASE RECORD COVERS OF THEM TOO
lilymhe wait so you've been friends with taylor the whole time...
lilymhe AND THE SONG THAT I WANT PLAYED AT MY WEDDING IS WRITTEN ABOUT OSCAR?? ynusername oh my god lily HAHA
let me know if you liked this!! i know it's super short but i'm seriously lacking inspo and ideas omd. also i literally love oscar so much.
i'm also working on a few reqs, so if you have a suggestion or request, let me know because i'd love to do it!!
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Warm Me Up
Summary: When his wife speaks out of turn during a dinner with the King, Aemond needs to reprimand her indiscretions.
Warnings: 18+, AFAB reader, wife!reader, dom/sub undertones, temperature play, (slight) humiliation, talk of obedience, heavy petting, (light) bondage, P in V, a little angsty in the begging, a little fluffy in the end
A/N: Okay so editing took much longer than anticipated - you could tell this was the first fic (read: smut) I wrote. This has had a real make-over, please enjoy!
Word Count: 3300
Getting to know your new spouse after a hasty wedding had been a far lengthier process than your swift unification.
When first being presented to Prince Aemond, youâd been unsure of how to approach him. His stoic façade and short-worded answers left you wondering if heâd ever let you get to know him, or if youâd spend a lifetime with a shell of a person; too stubbornly proud to let anyone in. However, with time, you've noticed that the imperturbable prince is a loyal husband, and by opening yourself up a bit to him, he returned the favour by allowing you to get to know him as well.Â
Youâd now grown closer than youâd ever dared imagined. Most fears from the beginning of your union had been washed away by the prince's attentive nature, and you feel thoroughly satisfied with the state of your marriage.
You and Aemond connect and relate to each other immensely, being far more alike than appearances might presume. Behind closed doors, there barriers previously separating the two of you from each other had essentially vanished.
In public, however, you did not always see eye to eye.Â
The grip Aemond has around your arm feels bruising as he led you into your shared chambers, letting go of you only to close and bar the door with a heavy thud.
âHave I not asked you to watch your tongue in the presence of others?â
He's still facing the door, low, soft voice sending a chill through the blood furiously pumping through your body.
The tension in his shoulders is evident, and the way his voice sounds unnaturally calm lets you know that he is trying hard to sound composed.Â
You knew from the moment you raised your voice that Aemond would not approve. That he'd be displeased with you.
Yet, you could not hinder the words from spilling from your lips, entire being suddenly consumed with irritation over the thoughtless remark King Aegon had uttered during dinner.
âIt was not my intention to speak out of turn, husband. But you know as well as I do that the Kingâs comment-â
âIt does not matter! Iâve asked you to hold your tongue in public, especially when it comes to my brotherâ, he interrupts, the fake calmness heâd previously tried to maintain slipping away,
âEngaging with him will only rile him up. He will not relent until heâs had the last word and left you humiliated. Do you truly wish to enter a battle like that with the King? You know it will serve no goodâ
You swallow thickly and look down at the floor, overwhelmed with feelings of regret and shame. Your husbands eyes bore into you, challenging you to fight back, yet you do not feel brave enough to defy him.
You're not even brave enough to meet his gaze.
You hear him sigh and walk towards where you stand, voice calmer yet somehow more authoritative than before,
âTake off your dress and get on the bedâ
You knew not to argue, feeling a tiny spark of excitement at the possibility of him disciplining you for your transgressions at dinner. You had gone against his wishes before, hoping he would spank you, as you had found yourself getting impossibly aroused from the act.
During such instances, however, he had been far less displeased with you. This time, you hadnât defied him with a cheeky grin and a glint in your eye. This time, you had been unable to keep your mouth shut, momentarily forgetting yourself.
You follow his orders wordlessly and take off your dress, quickly working your fingers along the buttons of your bodice in order to yank it down your body. Stepping out of the garment, you raise your head to look Aemond in the eye, showing him that youâd follow his commands without resistance.Â
âYour smallclothes as well, wife. Take everything off and get on the bed, on your bellyâ.Â
You do as he says without much thought, feeling your heart beat harder in your chest in anticipation in whatâs to come.
You cannot decipher if you feel excitement or dread when pondering on what he will do next, yet you eagerly wait to find out more.
Aemondâs seeing eye trails down your naked form, sternly observing you as you step out of your smallclothes and get on the bed, again heeding his demand without protest.
He undoes his belt and instructs you to tuck your legs under your body, leaving you no option but to press your face against the soft, moss-coloured sheets of your marital bed.
Kneeling on the bed behind you, he takes both your hands and tie them behind your back, the rough, stiff leather of his belt pressing into the delicate skin of your wrists.
He moves off the bed and kneels next to it, taking your chin in his hand. He moves you so that youâre facing him, letting his thumb rest softly against your cheekbone.
He still appears stoic, but you can see the fury dancing in his eye as he looks into yours,
âI will know if youâve movedâ
You swallow thickly. How long does he plan on leaving you here?
He stands up, takes one final look at your naked silhouette, and leaves, shutting the door behind him.Â
Once alone, the reality of the situation begins to settle.
The hearth has not been lit, and the chilling autumn air easily penetrates the chambers through the large windows facing the sea.
Kingâs Landing suffered more from heat than chill, and the Red Keep was built to allow air to flow through the castle, rather than to keep warmth in. Without your clothes and the hearth, you found the room you otherwise regarded as a comforting haven to be chill and foreign.Â
After some time of disturbing silence, unease creeps up your chill spine and enters your rapidly beating heart.
Had Aemond locked the door?
What if someone were to enter, just to find you in this humiliating state; arse on display for all to see?
Your heart beats faster.
Fiercer.
You know you could easily turn your body around and get off the bed, despite being unable to move your arms.
The thought feels more tempting as your skin grows colder; gooseflesh spreading over your unmoving arms and legs. Only one thoughts keeps you still,
What would Aemond think?
Youâd already upset him, and part of you knows that what you did had been foolish. Speaking in the way you did to the King would have left others without their tongue.
Aemond had spared you.
He needs to know that you regret your indiscretions; that you are a better wife than what your actions had shown earlier.
So you relax your jaw to stop your teeth from shaking, inhale deeply, and wait.
You do not know how much time has passed when Aemond finally returns.
You find it hard not to shiver. Your body has gone impossibly cold, and your feet and hands already feel numb.
He comes up to the side of the bed, looking down at your trembling body with satisfaction dancing in his lilac eye.
âHave you learnt your lesson yet, wife?â he asks. You hum weakly, wishing he would allow you to get dressed, if only to end your agony; both the one evident across your cold skin and inside of your chest.
His eye flickers from your exposed bottom to your face, the hint of a smile pulling at hush lips,
âAnd you havenât moved since I left?â
You softly shake your head, watching as your husbandâs eye crinkles from the victorious smile he wears.
âI knew you were a good wife. I am so proud of your display of obedienceâ
As he speaks, he places a warm palm on your cold buttock, prompting you to let out a surprised moan from the intensely pleasurable feeling.
Aemondâs smile grows wider, causing dimples to appear on his cheeks.
You don't know if youâve ever seen them before.Â
âDoes my sweet wife need me to warm her up?â
He almost sounds taunting, yet you could not care less. The hand he had placed on your buttock comes back to rub your lower back, and the heat from his palm feels so good; so warm.
So comforting.
âYes, husband. Please touch meâ
Swiftly moving to kneel behind you, he places both of his large hands on the back of your thighs, slowly trailing them upwards, halting at your shoulders. You sigh loudly, relishing in the wonderful feeling of his warm hands on your cold body. The feeling of relief accompanied by his touch is so strong it feels foreign; like nothing youâve ever experienced before.
As he continues to caress your body, you notice the demanding ache of arousal between your thighs intensify. You hadnât really paid attention to the wetness collecting there, but now that a drop slides down your exposed thigh, you cannot disregard the effect your husbands touch has on you, even when his intentions are not of a entirely lewd nature.
The next time his wandering hands reach your buttocks, they travel to your front, caressing your belly and cupping your breasts. You moan again, no longer recognising yourself or this newly discovered inability to control your mouth.Â
You hear Aemond sigh behind you as he leans down over your body, placing a few kisses on your shoulders. His touch stays on your breasts, kneading them with an increasingly harsh grip.
The leather of his tunic and breeches do not feel as comforting as his warm hands and you hiss as your chilled back makes contact with his cold, stiff attire.Â
âPlease husband, take off your clothes. I crave your warmthâ
Aemond hums in reply to your plea, pulling away briefly to discard his clothes on the floor. You try to turn your head and look at him, but the awkward position your body is in does not allow for you to move your head, cheek still pushed into the bed.
Soon you feel the bed dip again behind you, Aemond now so close that his thighs touch the back of yours.Â
They say that the blood of the dragon runs hot, and perhaps youâve never been more pleased at having married a Targaryen; revelling in the way his heated skin gives you relief from the cold air of your stoney chambers.Â
Your husband begins to gently trace his palms across your body once more, stopping at your waist before wrapping both of his arms around the dip there, slowly pressing down to rest his heavy body on top of yours.
Again, you moan at how good the warmth of his skin feels against yours, the want between your naked thighs intensifying.
Aemond tucks his head in your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin,
âDoes this feel good, wife?â, he mumbles into your hair.Â
âYesâ, you sigh, feeling wholly consumed by him.
The familiar hardness pressing against your behind does not go unnoticed, and you take pride in knowing that youâre not completely at his mercy.
Heâs at yours as well.
âYouâve been such a sweet, obedient wife for me. Ask me anything and Iâll be a sweet, obedient husband for youâ he says, moving his head from your neck to press fleeting kisses down your shoulder.
You know what he wants you to answer; know that he loves you submissive, begging for him to make you feel good.Â
âPlease, keep touching meâ, you request as he moves off of you to sit on his haunches behind your kneeling form, taking your tied up hands in his and gently undoing his belt.
He discards it on the floor next to his own leathers, gentle fingers softly caressing your wrists, noticing the red remnants of his belt there.
Grabbing your arms, Aemond carefully places them down by your head. He leans in to kiss your cheek, tucking away a strand of hair that has fallen to cover your face.
His palms travel from your arms down your torso, ending up on your bottom again.Â
âDo you wish for me to touch you here, sweet girl?â
His voice is loving yet his touch is not as he begins to knead your buttocks a bit too harshly for your liking. You do not dare to protest though, the feeling of his warm hands on your cold body too good to endanger.
You simply moan again, head moving to look back at him, the same confident smirk still illuminating his face.
âOr would you like me to touch you here?â
One of his hands trail down between your buttocks to meet your soaking centre, and he huffs out a chuckle at the wet sounds of your arousal echoing in your quarters.
âSuch a wanton little thing youâve become. Does obeying your prince arouse you so?â
Though you adore the feeling of his fingers caressing your womanhood, the lack of his warm body pressing against yours causes you to shiver again.
Aemond suddenly withdraws his hand from between your thighs, evoking a displeased whine to leave your lips.
In return, he releases an amused huff, thoroughly entertained by the desperate way youâve come to crave him.Â
He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, fisting his already hard cock a few times before turning to you, beckoning you to come over with a flick of his head.
You eagerly get up from the bed, swaying clumsily as your stiff legs feel unstable from the extended time youâve been kneeling on the bed.Â
You stand in front of him, between his spread out thighs.
He appears just as calculated as he always does; long, silky hair neatly falling down his broad shoulders, and brown, worn eyepatch securely fastened around his head.
Itâs only his eye, the expressive one on display, that shows his true intentions.
His hunger.
Aemond leans forward to place a chaste kiss to your stiff nipple, then moves to do the same to the other. Both of his large, warm hands find home on your hips, and you sigh at the wonderful relief yet again.
He turns you around, grabs your hips once more, and manoeuvres you so that youâre bending down with your back towards him.
He grabs his cock, hard and leaking with arousal, and moves it up and down your slit, allowing it to explore the path from your pearl, all the way down to the cleft of your arse.
He smears your slick everywhere; thereâs so much of it that it taints your entire centre. Had you been more sensible, you mightâve found the act sullying and lewd. Now, it causes more desire to drip out of you.
When he places the tip at your entrance, he wraps his muscular arms around you, pushing you down in a swift motion to impale you on his cock.
Although you have had him more times than you can count, the stretch stings as he forces you to take all of him at once.
More overpowering, however, is the feeling of relief your cold skin is granted as Aemond envelops you in his arms, holding on to you so tightly itâs like he wants to squeeze the life out of you.
He does not neglect your desires though; his cock instantly finds that spot within you that makes you feel weightless and heavy at the same time.
Itâs almost too much to handle; the sharp, intense pleasure.
You groan loudly, throwing your head back to rest on Aemondâs shoulder.Â
He continues to thrust up into your cunt, using the grasp he has on your body to continuously impale you on his cock. You try to keep up with his pace, but the immense pleasure sprinting through you being leaves you incapable of doing much, so you stay limp in his unyielding hold, allowing him to use you in any way he pleases.
The harsh sounds of your skin smacking against his, his cock repeatedly fucking your wet hole and your combined breaths fill the room, seeping out of the still uncovered windows.
Aemond keeps a steady pace, the muscles of his toned arms flexing around your body as he takes his pleasure from your cunt.
His face is pressed to yours, cheek to cheek, as he breathes loudly through his nose. Tilting his head, his mouth right next to your ear, he whispers,
âYou do not know what you do to me, sweet wife. I cannot stay cross with you for long, even when I wish toâ
With the little strength and physical control you still possess, you turn your head to face him, pressing your lips to his in an attempt to pour all your pent up feelings of excitement, nervousness and devotion into the kiss.
One of your hands seeks his, and you pry it off the grip it has right under your breast, taking hold of it and guiding it down to the apex of your thighs. With his hand in yours, you begin to draw small, determined circles on your pearl, pressing on his fingers to let him know how firm you want his touch to be.Â
Your peak approaches you quickly; aggressively, as the knot in your lower belly tightens within you. As it finally bursts, you press your head back against Aemondâs shoulder, a cry loud enough to alert the entire Red Keep of your activities accompanying the pure bliss overtaking you.
Your body jerks in Aemondâs arms, pleasure sending lightning bolts from your core down to your toes and up into your chest.Â
âFu-, fuck, your cuntâs-â, Aemond interrupts himself with a groan as the tightening pulsation of your heat around him sets off his own peak.Â
His hips buck up into you for a few more seconds before he stills, holding you tightly in his arms as his weary head moves down to rest on your shoulder.Â
âWould you like me to call for the servants to pour you a bath, my love? Warm you up?â, he inquires, still out of breath.
You let out an exhausted laugh and turn yourself slightly in his arms to face your husband again.
His cheeks are flustered and pink, eye half-open. He looks equal parts tired and satisfied, and you realise you probably look the same.
âYou have successfully thawed me, dear husband. Now all I ask of you is that you allow me to stay in your embraceâ
For a second he almost looks bashful at your words, but before you have a chance to ponder it further, he lifts you off of him and helps you lay down on the bed, this time tucking you in underneath the furs before quickly fetching a cloth to clean you up. When heâs done he tosses it on the floor and climbs down to lay next to you, pulling you towards him with your face right in front of his, so close your noses bump together.
âIt is not my desire for you to mind your tongue when we are aloneâ, he speaks quietly, meeting your eyes in an attempt to reason with you.
âBut you must understand that life at court is unforgiving, especially if you attempt to speak against the Kingâ.
You nod softly.
His thumb travels down to caress your cheekbone,
âI could not bear to see you hurt. I only wish for you to obey me since I care for your well-beingâ
It feels like your heart is melting at his words; spilling from your chest down into your limbs. You press your forehead against his and close your eyes, revelling in the feeling of adoration you have towards your husband.
You realise that youâve never said it before, but you could not have stopped the confession from slipping out even if youâd wanted to,
âI love youâ
#my fics#aemond targaryen fanfiction#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond fanfiction#aemond x you#aemond fic#aemond smut#aemond targaryen#aemond one eye#hotd aemond#prince aemond#aemond x reader#aemond x oc#aemond targaryen smut#aemond Targaryen fluff
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Sirius trying to causally hint that Jegulus should get engaged bc he's not stupid, he can tell they both want to, they just don't know if the other is planning to instead
Sirius, picking Regulus up from someone on his motorbike: you know, if you had a husband with a car you wouldn't need me to pick you up all the time haha.....
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Sirius after watching a footie match with James and the boys: so James have you ever thought about the benefits of marriage?
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*movie night with regulus*
Sirius: hey Lu, I found a speech I wrote when I was 10 for your future wedding, imagine if you told little me it would end up being about my platonic soulmate!
Regulus, unbothered: mhm
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Sirius: my cousin's wedding anniversary was yesterday...we should have a wedding some time soon, it would be nice to get plastered and catch up with some people I haven't seen in a while
James: who, us? I don't think regulus would like that one if I'm honest
Sirius: *going insane*
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Sirius: look at this cool ring, you should give it to James!
Regulus: it's not the right size
Sirius: how the fuck- you didn't even pick it up!
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They both end up proposing at the same time and ofc he is the first to congratulate them! He goes for a causal 'nice one lads, can't wait' but he looks WAY too happy for it to work
#he really just wants the stag parties#they'd have to be different days tho bc he can't be in two places at once#jegulus#starchaser#regulus black#the black brothers#james potter#sirius black
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Only Ever You
Summary: Y/N knows her husband can be a bit oblivious when it comes to women flirting with him, but when a local officer oversteps during their latest case, she reaches her breaking point. Sheâs exhausted from feeling like sheâs always second to every other woman. Now, it's up to Spencer to prove that no one will ever come before her.
Requested fic!! : I was hoping you could write an angsty-angry-smutty fic surrounding Spencer exasperatingly telling Reader: âCat Adams could offer herself up wide open on a bed. In fact she has! JJ could leave Will for me. Maeve could fucking walk back in here right now. And I would still choose you!â
At some point in their love-making Reader tells Spencer âyou always choose women who take and take and take from you. Giving nothing of themselves back but you deserve everything. I want to give you my everythingâ. They essentially worship each other endlessly. In so many ways.
CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+!! MDNI!! This fic is intended for adult audiences. This was written with Season 14 Reid in mind btw :) Intense argument between Reader and Spencer (Reader is hurt and is kind of harsh). Very brief mentions of past infidelity (done by Reader's ex-partners). Jealous reader!! Crying during arguing (very brief by both parties). Oral (both m and f receiving), fingering (f!receiving), overstimulation (both m and f receiving), unprotected PinV sex (be safe irl!!), multiple orgasms (both m and f receiving), creampie (I wince every time I type that LMAO), slight exhibitionism (a call is made during sex), praise. Angst turned happy ending!!
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader/afab!reader
A/N: First and foremost, thank you so very much to the anon who requested this!! I truly hope you enjoy it and that I wrote what you were hoping for :') <3 To everyone reading, welcome to my first fic of the new year!! I hope you guys enjoy it :) As always, please let me know what you guys think! If you like it, please consider dropping a like, reblogging it, or even sharing it with your friends :') I love you all!! <3 K
Something Y/N loathed about herself was her tendency to get overly jealous whenever other women (or even some men) were around Spencer. It wasnât a matter of trusting himâshe trusted Spencer with her life. But no amount of trust could erase the scars left by the betrayal of past partners who had cheated on her.
Y/N tried to hold back her annoyance whenever JJ hung around Spencer for what she considered far too long to be just friendly. She bit her tongue whenever a witness or suspect flirted with him. She had even managed to keep her cool one night when they went out for drinks with the team (a rare occasion) and Y/N returned from the bathroom to find the bartender borderline eye-fucking Spencer, even going so far as to reach for his arm.
Spencerâs obliviousness to women's advances toward him often made her blood boil, and as she had watched him that night, a knot of frustration tightened in her stomach. Her anger simmered, rising bitterly in her throat as she made her way toward them. Y/N knew the bartender had seen his wedding bandâit was something Spencer wore like a badge of honor, always proudly visible.
Thankfully, Spencer pulled his arm away before she had to intervene, ranting about how the drink was meant for her, his wife before paying and storming back to their booth, clearly irked. In that moment, Y/Nâs anger evaporated, replaced by a rush of relief as she was reminded of Spencer's unwavering love for her, a love he would always prove, with or without her presence. Rather than confronting the bartender, she turned and returned to the booth, curling up against Spencer with a contented smile, enjoying the rest of the night in his arms.
Tonight, Y/N struggled to remember that reminder as she cast a fierce glare at the back of Spencer's head from across the room.
The team had been dispatched to a small town in Oregon to investigate a particularly disturbing case where the unsub was leaving his victims strung up in the state forest along popular hiking trails, their stomachs or backs marked with cryptic quotes. Over the week, Spencer had struck up an unexpected connection with Officer Henley, a local who shared his deep knowledge of Edgar Allan Poeâparticularly The Raven, from which the unsub was drawing his quotes. As the case dragged on, Y/N couldnât ignore the growing tension, especially as Officer Henleyâor Sarah, who kept insisting Spencer call her by her first nameâmade her interest in him all too apparent, while both women silently made their distaste for each other clear.
Tonight was testing Y/Nâs patience and professionalism like never before. Spencer and Sarah had been assigned to decode the latest quote found on a victim, while Y/N focused on the geographical profile. Normally, she preferred the analysis over fieldwork, but tonight she would have rather been out in the damp forest searching for overlooked clues with the rest of the team than endure Sarah's loud, incessant laughter at some meaningless joke her husband had made.
Spencer, naturally, was just glad someone appreciated his sense of humor and remained blissfully unaware of Sarahâs clear attempts to flirt with him. To be honest, he found her a bit clingy and annoying, but he attributed it to her enthusiasm as a new officerâshe had only joined the precinct a few months agoâand the excitement of working on a case far more intense than the usual petty theft or minor civil dispute her town had.
After another round of high-pitched laughter, Y/N reached her breaking point. With an exasperated sigh, she slammed the box of pins onto the table and stood up abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. So consumed by frustration, she didn't even realize one of the pins had punctured the thin plastic until she reached for the doorknob, a muffled curse slipping from her lips as she noticed blood trickling down her finger.
The loud noise startled both Sarah and Spencer, causing them to turn quickly as Y/N stormed out of the room. Spencerâs brow furrowed with concern, and without a second thought, he excused himself, brushing past Sarahâs confused calls. It didn't take long for him to find Y/N in the breakroom, huddled in the corner, carefully applying a band-aid to her finger.
"Honey? Are you okay?" Spencer asked worriedly, making his way toward her.
Y/N looked up, unable to help the disgruntled look on her face as she huffed. âIâm fine. It was just a small poke, really. I donât know why it bled so much,â she murmured, looking away to take a sip of the coffee sheâd poured for herself.
The clock above the break room door ticked on, its hands marking a quarter past nine. Y/N's frustration simmered, a mix of exhaustion from the sleepless nights and irritation at Spencerâs obliviousness to Sarahâs clear interest in him. For someone with such sharp profiling skills, it baffled her that Spencer couldn't seem to read the obvious signs when it came to women.
Where he failed to read other women and their intentions, he had no such trouble with Y/N. He could read her effortlessly, which is why he immediately knew she was lying.
Spencer took a seat beside her, his gaze fixed on her face intently. He sat quietly for a moment before speaking up.
âWhatâs bothering you, sweetheart? Talk to me. Please?â
Spencer knew Y/N tended to bottle things up instead of letting them out, reluctant to share her feelings for fear of burdening him. He detested anyone in her life who had contributed to that insecurity. In his eyes, she would never be a bother for simply expressing how she felt.
Before Y/N could respond, her phone rang, and she silently welcomed the interruption. She wasnât sure she could explain to Spencer why she was so upsetâespecially over something as irrational as him making another woman laugh. She knew, logically, that he would never (knowingly) encourage any flirting, yet the feeling still nagged at her. He was her husband. She loved him more than anything, and the idea of another woman encroaching on what they had stung more than she cared to admit.
Y/N held a finger up before answering the call with a brisk âAgent Y/L/N speaking.â
âYikes, that was cold. You okay?â
When Taraâs voice came through the phone, Y/N immediately felt a twinge of guilt for how sheâd answered, but it quickly faded as her shoulders eased and she exhaled softly.
âIâll explain later. Whatâs up?â
âWeâre not making any progress here, and since itâs so late, Emily thinks we should head to the Inn and get some rest. You definitely sound like you could use it,â Tara said with a soft chuckle.
She wasnât wrong. The case, combined with Sarahâs behavior, had Y/N feeling stretched thin and irritable. The sleep deprivation certainly wasnât helping. A small grin tugged at her lips before she replied.
âYou know me too well, maâam. You get some rest too. Iâll see you in the morning.â
Y/N hung up the phone and met Spencerâs inquisitive gaze. âThat was Tara. Emily gave the go-ahead to wrap up and head to the Inn,â she explained, offering him a small, tired smile that didnât quite reach her eyes.
Spencer nodded, his gaze lingering on her with quiet concern as they stood. He said nothing as they walked back to the conference room to pack up for the night, choosing not to press her about whatever was troubling her. He made a mental note to bring it up later, at a better time. They still had an unsub to catch, and adding more stress to an already challenging case wouldnât help either of them.
After five more long, excruciating days of watching Sarah blatantly flirt with her husband and ignoring the team's questioning glances, Y/N finally got the break she all but begged the universe for.
By some miracle, they had finally tracked down the unsub. A slip-up at his latest crime scene had not only left his DNA behind, but he was also in the system for previous crimes and still lived at the same address. The evidence they found in his home during the arrest was more than damning, so Emily decided the local police captain could take it from there, handling the interrogation and everything else.
The flight back to Quantico was tense, and Y/N chose to sit with Tara instead of Spencer. His defense of Sarahâespecially after Y/N confronted her for grabbing his phone and putting her number in it "as a friend"âhad been the breaking point. Now, she was actively ignoring him, despite his repeated pleas at the Inn while they packed for her to just tell him what was wrong so he could fix it. She knew it was petty. She knew she should be mature and talk to him about it. But she was hurt. All she wanted was for her husband to recognize when other women were making moves on him before it crossed a lineâlike with the bartender who thought it was okay to touch him.
The drive home was unbearable. Spencerâs hands were clenched around the wheel, his knuckles pale from the pressure, while Y/N faced the window, staring out into the darkness, her body turned away from him. The silence between them was deafening, with neither of them saying a word the entire ride.
That silence ended the instant Y/N slammed the door behind them after theyâd brought in their go-bags.
âY/N, seriously, what the fuck is your problem?â Spencer snapped, his frustration bubbling over. He had tried being patient, asking her again and again to just tell him what was wrong, but now he was done. After the long, grueling case they'd gotten back from, all he wanted was to hold his wife, not fight with her.
âWhat the fuck is my problem?!â Y/N scoffed incredulously. âWhat the fuck is your problem Spencer?â
Y/N stormed toward their bedroom, flinging her bag into the corner to deal with later. Spinning on her heels, she brushed past Spencerâwho had been trailing herâand made her way to the kitchen. Spencer sighed, setting his bag next to their closet and placing his phone on his nightstand before turning to follow after her.
âOr better yet, why donât you ask Sarah what my problem is?â she shot at him, her words laced with bitterness. âAfter all, she was kind enough to give you her number, and you two seem to get along so well!â Y/N stopped abruptly, turning to face him, her expression fierce.
Spencer scoffed, raising his eyebrows and shaking his head as he crossed his arms. "Seriously? Youâre this upset because a woman was being friendly with me?"
Y/N laughed sharply, the mix of anger and hurt making her delirious. She nodded slowly, lifting her gaze to his, her tongue pressing into her cheek as her eyes narrowed. With a deliberate step forward, she closed the distance between them. âAs brilliant as you are, that might just be the dumbest thing Iâve ever heard you say in all the years Iâve known you,â she hissed, her glare fiery as she looked up at him.
Spencer's throat tightened as his pulse quickened, staring at her in disbelief. He had never seen his wife so furious, and a sinking feeling of dread settled deep in his stomach. His lips parted, but before he could speak, she turned on her heel, moving around the counter to put space between them.
âIâm at a loss, Spencer,â Y/N sighed, her head dropping as her fingers drummed against the countertop. âIf you honestly think her behavior was just friendly, I donât even know what to say to you.â She looked up at him, her voice shaking with frustration as she got louder and louder. âAnd on top of all that, you defended her over meâyour wife! Do you know how embarrassing that was? I would never, in a million years, defend another man over you!â
With the case no longer consuming his thoughts, Spencer took a moment to truly reflect on Sarahâs behavior. What he had once brushed off as clingy and overenthusiastic now seemed undeniably inappropriate. He had been so focused on the case that he hadnât given it the attention it deserved.
Y/N was right, and he knew now that heâd been wrong to defend another woman over her. He had convinced himself that Y/N was overreacting when Sarah put her number in his phone, but now he understood. Y/N was his wife, and the guilt of making her feel hurt and humiliated weighed heavily on him.
âY/Nââ Spencer hesitated, sighing before he continued. âSweetheart, I never meant to make you feel like I was putting someone else before you. You know that, right?â Spencerâs voice was soft, his guilt clear in every word.
Y/Nâs lip quivered as she stared at him, shaking her head before releasing a strained breath.
âNo, Spencer. I donât know that. Because, no matter what, I always end up on the back burner when it comes to other women in your life. Sometimes, it honestly feels like youâre deliberately oblivious to itâlike you donât care enough to notice or do something about it. Like youâll always choose another woman over me."
Her words hit Spencer harder than he expected, stirring up a well of emotion he hadnât realized was there. Anger bubbled up inside him, but it wasnât aimed at herânot for a second. It was anger directed at himself, for making Y/N feel like she would ever come second to anyone.
Spencer realized now why he had been so oblivious to the other womenâs attention. It was because he was so in love with her, so completely devoted, that he couldnât even entertain the idea of anyone else wanting him. He didnât care about them in the slightestâhow could he when he had the most incredible, most beautiful woman alive as his wife?
âIs that⊠is that truly how Iâve made you feel?â Spencer whispers, a devastated look on his face as he took a trembling step toward her. âLike Iâd choose any other woman over you, sweetheart?â
Y/N nodded, swallowing down the lump in her throat as a tear slipped down her cheek at the admission.
Spencer slowly made his way around the counter, giving her time to back away if she didnât want him near her right now. Once he reached her, he gently guided her face up to look at his before swiping the tear from her cheek.
âMy darling girl,â he murmured, his voice unwavering as he cradled her face. âCat Adams could offer herself up to me wide open on a bed a thousand timesâit wouldnât matter. JJ could walk away from Will tonight, tomorrow, whenever, and it wouldnât change a thing. Even if Maeve herself walked through that door right nowâŠâ Spencer paused, his expression softening. âIâd still choose you. Always you. Only you. In this life, and in every life. Without a second of hesitation. Without an ounce of doubt.â
Y/Nâs heart clenched at his words, her eyes studying his face for any indication that he was lying. But all she saw was raw honesty and regret, his eyes brimming with tears. Her eyes closed as another tear slipped down her cheek, and slowly, she leaned into his touch, her shoulders finally giving way with a quiet surrender.
"You really mean that?" Y/N asked, her insecurity still overpowering the evidence before her.
Spencer pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as he gently cradled the back of her head with one hand and drew her waist against him with the other. âOf course I mean it, my sweet girl,â he murmured, pressing his face into her hair, his eyes slipping shut. âIâm so, truly sorry for not showing you that sooner. But I swear, from now on, I will. No oneâno oneâcould ever mean more to me than you.â
Y/N kept her arms around him, her face pressed against his chest as she let his words sink in. After a beat, she pulled back with a soft exhale, wiping her eyes before meeting his gaze. âIâm still angry with you,â she said, poking a finger into his chest before trailing her hand up to gently tug at his tie. âBut that definitely helped your case,â she added, a playful spark lighting her eyes as she slowly untied his knot. âI might even let you sleep in our bed tonight.â
A low chuckle rumbled in Spencerâs chest as he raised an eyebrow, his hands settling on her waist while she worked at his tie. âAny chance I can turn that âmightâ into a âwillâ?â he murmured, his voice laced with teasing. âBecause I can think of a few ways to plead my case.â
As he spoke, his hands slid underneath her blouse to rub maddening circles into her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Y/N tilted her head, humming thoughtfully as she let his loose tie slip from her fingers, falling to the floor. It had been almost two weeks since the last time she and Spencer had done anything remotely sexual, and the idea of make-up sex was more than appealing.
âWeâll see,â Y/N whispered, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she pressed her hand against his chest and rose onto her toes to kiss him.
Spencer melted into the kiss, turning to press her gently against the counter. A low groan escaped his lips before he deepened the kiss, trailing a hand down her side to hike her leg up around his waist while the other settled against the side of her neck. His thumb stroked her jawline as he pressed further into her touch.
"I love how hard you get from just a few kisses," Y/N muttered against his lips. "Maybe you really are sorry after all."
"My angel girl," Spencer cooed between kisses, trailing his lips down her neck to her exposed collarbone. "I'll prove to youâ" A soft gasp fell from Y'N's lips as he sucked a mark into her skin. "âjust how sorry I amâŠâ Her head tipped back as he began to kneel before her, placing both hands on her waist as he peppered kisses down her clothed body. âAnd worship you in the way youâve deservedââ Her gaze met his as he lifted her foot, resting it on his thigh before undoing the strap of her high heel. ââfor so, so long.â
Y/Nâs hands gripped the counter as she watched him through hooded eyes, a breath of relief releasing into the air as he slipped her shoe off, letting it hit the ground beside them with a quiet thump. He kept her foot on his thigh, placing a kiss on her knee through her slacks as he began to massage her tense calf muscles under the fabric. Once he was satisfied with the appreciative groans falling from her lips, he did the same with the other side, removing her high heel and massaging her leg.
Spencer sat her foot back down on the ground before reaching for the button of her slacks, popping it open. Her breath hitched as he leaned forward, tugging her zipper down with his teeth. The moment her zipper was completely down, he reached up, startling her from her haze as he yanked the fabric down her legs.
âSpence!â Y/N said, her laugh tinged with amusement as he merely shrugged, a mischievous spark in his eyes and a smirk tugging at his lips.
He helped her step out of the fabric, keeping his hands on her hips to steady her while she kicked her pants to the side. His lips eagerly pressed to her newly exposed skin, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the waistband of her panties. âYouâre not the only one thatâs still angry here,â Spencer mumbled against her skin, tracing his fingers up her thighs to drag her soaked panties down her legs.
âWait⊠what are you angry about?â Y/N's face contorted, caught between confusion and irritation.
âIâm angryââ A wet kiss pressed against her hip bone. âAt myselfââ Another wet kiss pressed to her outer thigh. âFor making you feelââ Her face relaxed as he eased her left thigh over his shoulder. âLike Iâd everââ A series of soft kisses to her inner thigh made her tense with anticipation. âPut anyone else above you, sweetheart.â
In one swift movement, his tongue dragged up her arousal, a guttural groan rumbling against her slick skin as he began to devour her. Y/Nâs hands shot out to thread through his hair with a sharp gasp, her mouth dropping open as moans started to spill from her lips. His hands found her ass, gripping her tightly and digging his fingertips into the soft flesh there as he all but suffocated himself in her folds.
"Oh myâ" Y/N rasped, cutting herself off with a whine as he let out a needy moan in response.
Her grip on his hair tightened, pulling him impossibly closer as she began to rock her hips against his face. Her eyes squeezed shut, bursts of color flickering behind her eyelids as Spencer worked his mouth against her. His movements alternated between fucking his tongue into her and suckling her clit greedily, the combination hurtling her toward her orgasm.
Spencer was painfully hard, his erection tenting his slacks as he reveled in the taste of her. One of his favorite things to do after a stressful case (which, frankly, was most of them) was bury his face between her thighs. Her taste was truly addictive, and he'd find himself craving it the longer he went without having her. It was as though the more he could make her legs shake around his head and the harder he could make her cum, the faster the stress evaporated from his body. And now he was working extra hard to make her feel good, eager to redeem himself for his behavior.
A tremulous moan ripped through the air as Y/N hunched over, whimpering his name mindlessly as her first orgasm of the night tore through her. Spencer groaned into her as her nails dug into his scalp, the slight sting sending a pang of longing coursing through him as he ached to feel those nails dragging down his back. His movements slowed, easing her through the aftermath of her climax as she panted above him. Once she was whining and shoving his head away, he gently lowered her leg to the ground, standing with a soft chuckle as she swayed slightly.
âEasy, sweetheart. Come on, hold on to me,â Spencer murmured, his hand soothingly rubbing her back as she clung to him.
Y/N let out a breathless laugh, burying her face in his chest as she trembled in his embrace. "God, you're too good at that," she sighed, placing a kiss on his collarbone before pulling back to look up at him. "Take me to our room so I can return the favor?"
The grin on her face was infectious, and Spencer found himself smiling as he nodded. "Yes ma'am," he murmured teasingly.
They stripped their remaining clothes in between giggly kisses, littering the hallway with the fabric before they finally made it into their room. Y/N looped her arms around Spencer's neck, backing him against the closed door as she leaned up to kiss him hungrily. Spencer's hands roamed her body, whimpering into her mouth as her hand trailed down his body to wrap around his cock.
"Honey, you really don't have toâ"
Spencer hissed against her lips, his sentence interrupted as she began to pump her hand slowly. "I'm supposed to be making it up to youâ"
Y/N shushed him, nipping his lower lip gently before breaking their kiss completely. His cock twitched in her hand from the way she was looking up at him so reverently, and he swallowed hard as he stopped his protesting.
"You always chose women who took and took from you, offering nothing in return. But you deserve everything, my sweet boy. I want to give you all that I am, just like you give me all that you are. Let me make you feel good too, Spence."
There was no room for argument as her words hung in the air, causing his heart to tighten. She was right. Heâd always been drawn to selfish partners, always putting their needs before his own. Or, in Cat Adam's case, completely insane women hellbent on draining him of his sanity. That was what made Y/N so surprising to him from the start. Even when they were just colleagues with unspoken crushes, long before they were a couple, she was the one woman who always made a point to put him first.
When he nodded, she grinned in satisfaction, placing one last lingering kiss on his lips before sinking to her knees. Spencer felt like his brain malfunctioned anytime he was lucky enough to see her like thisâkiss swollen lips glistening as she wet her lips, or her pupils dilated so much he could barely make out the color in her beautiful irises as she stared up at him. No matter how many times he saw her like this, he would never stop being captivated by how stunning she was.
His head fell back against the door with a solid thunk as his brows pinched together at the feeling of her lips wrapping around the swollen head of his arousal, a sharp exhale leaving his nose as he tried to steady himself. She'd barely touched him and yet he could already feel his stomach tightening simply from the anticipation of what he knew was coming next. A throaty moan filled the air as she swirled her tongue around him before taking his length deeper, gagging slightly as he hit the back of her throat.
"Fuck!" Spencer whined, forcing himself to look down at her instead of squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure. "Love it when you take me so deep, sweetheart. Just like thatâ"
Y/N smirked smugly around her mouthful, beginning to bob her head up and down his aching cock. One of her favorite things about Spencer was how, despite everyone seeing him as soft-spoken and mild-mannered because he rarely cursed in front of others, he had an absolutely filthy mouth when they did anything even remotely sexual. It felt like her own dirty little secret, and she couldn't help but revel in it.
It didn't take long for his hips to begin bucking gently into her mouth, his hands cradling the back of her head as his chest heaved. Helpless moans slipped from his lips between murmured praises, his hooded eyes locked on her so as not to miss a single second of the show she was putting on for him.
"So fucking pretty with my cock between your lips. My pretty girl. God, I'm the luckiest man to ever exist to have you as my wifeâ" Spencer crooned between labored breaths, his teeth digging harshly into his lower lip as a guttural groan cut off his rambling. "I'm closeâ I-I'mâ fuck!"
Spencer cried out as Y/N swallowed around his cock, her nose pressing into the soft curls at the base of him as saliva dripped down her chin and onto her chest. The feeling of her moaning around him sent him over the edge, a string of whorish moans and whimpers falling from his open mouth as he painted the back of her throat with his essence. His knees almost buckled as she kept sucking through his orgasm, a pitiful whine leaving him as she finally released him with a slick 'pop'.
Despite feeling like he'd quite literally had his soul sucked from his body, Spencer still held his hand out to help her up from the ground. He pulled her into him as she stood, pressing sweet kisses to the top of her head as he caught his breath. Y/N peppered kisses along his warm skin, more than pleased with herself.
"Get on the bed," Spencer mumbled hoarsely into her hair, landing a gentle smack to her ass.
Y/N eagerly obliged, crawling into the middle of their bed and situating herself amongst their pillows. Her gaze fell on him as he slowly made his way over, her breath hitching at the ravenous look in his eyes.
Spencer had always been a generous lover, making sure she came at least twice before their lovemaking ended. Throughout their relationship, he tended to lean more on the submissive side, happily allowing Y/N to guide their intimate moments any way she saw fit. But after prison, it was like something had snapped in him.
Now, he wasnât afraid to get rough with her (within her limits, of course). Where heâd once been hesitant to grip too hard or move too fast, heâd now easily leave fingerprint-shaped bruises and pound into her until tears leaked from her eyes from how good it felt. There were still days when heâd let Y/N take the reigns, days when the world was so heavy that all he wanted to do was shut his brain off and let her use him to get herself off, but those days were rare.
Y/N welcomed the change with open arms, excited to let Spencer tap into and explore his more dominant side. Truthfully, she was surprised by how much she enjoyed letting go of control. Her job forced her to be tougher than she likedâalways having to stand her ground with local officers or unsubs who underestimated her simply because she was a woman. With Spencer, it felt freeing to leave that hard-edged persona behind, letting him dote on her and take control of her pleasure.
Spencer stopped at the foot of their bed, a wicked look on his face as he observed her. Y/N felt her cheeks warm under the scrutiny of his gaze, shifting restlessly as she waited to see what he was going to do. He kneeled onto the mattress, shuffling forward until he hovered above her.
Instead of speaking, he ducked down and left a lingering kiss on her forehead before lying on his side beside her. Y/N shifted to face him, but he stopped her, keeping her in place on her back. "Like this, sweetheart," he whispered, pressing his lips against her temple. He propped up, guiding his right arm underneath her so he could cradle her head while nipping her earlobe gently.
Spencer trailed a hand down her body, chuckling as she squirmed in his hold. He gripped her thigh firmly, bringing her leg up to rest on his waist to allow him better access to her dripping folds. Spencer began kissing down her neck, relishing in the soft sighs Y/N let out as he angled his hips to nudge the head of his hardening cock against her pussy.
"Need you so bad, Spenceâ" Y/N whimpered as his hand left her thigh to rub teasing circles against her clit. "Please!"
Spencer hummed, dipping his head down to take her nipple into his mouth as he picked up the pace of his fingers. When she whined louder, he dipped a finger down to tease her entrance and swirled his tongue around her pert bud in retaliation.
"Shh, pretty girl. I'll take care of you," Spencer cooed as he pulled away from her breast. "I always do," he murmured, pressing his finger into her while meeting her lips in a tender kiss.
One of Spencer's favorite things about this position was how accessible it made her. He loved having her spread open for him, unable to do much of anything besides take the pleasure he delivered. He also loved how deep it allowed him to get, able to bring her to the brink over and over because of the constant stimulation to her g-spot.
Moans continued to spill from Y/N's lips as he added a second finger, her hips rolling into his touch frantically. Calling their kiss a kiss seemed too generousâit was more a messy, half-hearted press of lips together. She reached up, tugging at his curls hard as her climax rapidly approached. She was so closeâ
Spencer swiftly removed his fingers, breaking their kiss to stuff the digits into her mouth before she could complain. He thrust his hips forward, pushing into her in one smooth movement. Y/N let out a muffled cry around his fingers, her eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of him filling her.
"Godâ shit, baby," Spencer groaned loudly, stilling his hips once he bottomed out to let her adjust. "Always so fucking wet and so fucking tight."
She clenched hard around him, still dangerously close to cumming. Spencer pressed his forehead to her temple as he began to move, thrusting into her in slow, hard thrusts. His right hand stroked her hair while his left slipped from her lips to grip her thigh again, keeping her spread open for him as his pace began to increase.
"So good for me, sweetheart. So perfect," Spencer panted, driving into her in sharp, wild thrusts now. He could tell she was close, and he wanted to feel her falling apart around his cock more than anything.
"Feels so good, Spence," Y/N whined, panting as the pleasure began to coil tightly in her stomach. "Always fuck me so goodâ"
A choked moan ripped its way from her throat as she came around him, the feeling of her clenching around him causing Spencer's hips to falter as he cursed under his breath. Y/N writhed beneath him, whimpering as he kept his grip tight on her thigh to keep her from clamping her legs shut.
"You can take another one, can't you pretty girl?" Spencer murmured, moving to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to her collarbone as he slowed his hips to help ease her through the overstimulation. "I know you can," he cooed encouragingly. "My precious girl. You always take me so well."
Y/N nodded frantically, the sting of overstimulation beginning to fade back into dizzying pleasure as he fucked into her gently. Spencer pressed a kiss to her shoulder, praising her softly before an idea came to mind. He wanted her to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that no other woman could ever take her place or come before her, right?
What better way to do that than by calling the woman who sparked this argument and showing her exactly what she couldnât have and who she could never be?
Spencer slowed his thrusts to a halt, chuckling breathlessly as Y/N whined in protest. "On your stomach for me, sweetheart," he coaxed her gently, slipping out of her so she could flip over.
Once she was settled on her front, Spencer slipped a pillow beneath her hips and kissed the back of her head before bending to whisper into her ear.
"How would you feel if I called Sarah right now to show her exactly how much my gorgeous wife means to meâand how insignificant her 'friendship' is in comparison?"
Y/N grinned smugly, shoving her face into the pillow tucked under her head as her face warmed. Was it petty? Absolutely. Had she ever been more turned on than when she heard those words leave her husband's lips? She doubted it. It felt almost primal, staking her claim in such a way. But Sarah more than deserved it for how she'd acted... so fuck it.
"Do it."
Spencer smirked at her muffled words, reaching for his phone and setting it beside them. He lined back up at her entrance, pushing into her with a groan as her warmth enveloped him once more. Once he set a steady rhythm, with Y/N so lost in her pleasure she'd almost forgotten about their plan entirely, he hit dial on Sarah's contact.
Sarah groggily sat up, reaching for her phone as it rang. A sly smirk tugged at her lips when she saw who was calling, and she answered with a hint of excitement. "Well, hey there, handsome. Does your wife know youâre calling me at this hour?" she purred, her grin widening as she waited for him to speak. She knew he was into herâ
Sarahâs brows furrowed as she was met with rustling on the other end of the line followed by a very clear moan. Her smile dropped, her mouth gaping open in shock as she listened.
âFuck, Y/Nââ Spencerâs muffled grunt came through the speakers before he continued, the bed squeaking with each rough thrust. âI love you so fucking much. My beautiful wife. God, sweetheartâ"
Sarah dropped the phone, appalled by what was happening on the other end and embarrassed by how confidently she'd answered the phone. One thing was clearâhe definitely wasn't into her. Her face burned as she realized she hadn't actually ended the call, the sound of muffled moans streaming through the phone as she hunted for it in the covers. Once it was back in her hands, Sarah ended the call abruptly, blinking hard as she stared down at the screen while she tried to process what had just happened. Spencer had to have butt-dialed her... right?
Spencer chuckled darkly as he realized Sarah had ended the call, reaching up to shove the phone further up the bed and out of the way before he began pounding even harder into Y/N. She was close again, clenching deliciously around him and hurtling him towards his own orgasm just as quickly. He clasped their hands together, shoving them into the mattress as he buried his head in the crook of her neck with a guttural groan.
"I'm cummingâ fuck, Spence, fuck!" Y/N cried out, thrashing underneath him as she came so hard her vision blacked at the edges.
Spencer followed suit, burying himself inside of her with a choked groan as he came. His head rested on her shoulder, his hips rocking gently through the aftershocks of their orgasms until they were both whimpering from the sensitivity. He pressed one last, lingering kiss to her flushed skin before rolling off of her and onto the bed with a deep exhale.
Spencer pulled Y/N into him, stroking a hand down her back as she trembled. "Such a good girl, sweetheart. Always do so good for me. My beautiful girl. I love you so much," he whispered reverently, holding her while she came down from her high.
"I love you, Spence. With everything that I am," Y/N whispered back, lifting herself up enough to kiss him tenderly.
It took a few minutes before either of them could get up to get cleaned up, with Spencer guiding her to the bathroom with a hand wrapped around her waist to steady her. Their shower was spent murmuring apologies and praises to each other, the both of them expressing just how much they loved each other between soapy passes of the loofah and tired giggles as they washed away the remnants of the night. And as he wrapped her into a towel, Spencer couldn't help the grin that broke across his face at her quiet words.
"You can absolutely sleep in the bed tonightâjust as long as you change the sheets first."
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Grow Old With You
Bob didn't want to introduce his girl to his squad. But she was his fiance and he did want them at the wedding. When Hangman tries it on, Bob knows she really is the one
This is so fluffy I love him sm
She squeezed his hand. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to," she whispered to him.
When Bob turned to her, she fixed his hair and gently pushed his glasses up his nose. He shook his head and squeezed her hand. This was something they had to do, he knew it.
After he had been called back to Top Gun, Bob had been permanently stationed in San Diego (aside from deployment). He and the rest of his squad were kept together, ready at a moments notice to be called back to Top Gun.
After two months of living there, the most beautiful woman knocked on his door. Her car had broken down and her phone had no battery. Bob was only too happy to help. She'd introduced herself abd he introduced himself right back. Except he introduced himself as Robert. Nobody called him Robert.
"But you can call me Bob," he said quickly, correcting himself. Bob had offered her something to eat while they waited for the tow truck to arrive.
They'd spoken a lot in that time. She found out he was a Weapon Systems officer and she was fascinated. It was easy to lose track of time with Bob.
Before she knew it the tow truck was pulling up outside. While the mechanic hooked her car up, she wrote down her phone number and left it on his kitchen table, praying he would call her.
She didn't tell him she had left it. Bob couldn't help but regret not asking for her number as she climbed into the tow truck. He should have gone with her, he thought instantly. Or, at least driven her there himself.
But it was too late, and he doubted he'd ever see her again. Sighing, he headed back into his house. He didn't notice the little piece of paper on his table at first, walked past it at least four times before he finally saw it.
And, when he did see it, he immediately saved her number to his phone. He didn't text or call right away, but he didn't know how long to wait.
This wasn't his department. This was something Hangman and Rooster usually did. Part of him was itching to ask them for advice, but he wanted to keep her to himself. God knows as soon as Hangman and Rooster found out about her, it would be game over for him.
The WSO looked at his future wife, at the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He could do this. For her, he could do this.
Bob lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. "Ready," he said and pulled her towards The Hard Deck.
He couldn't very well message Rooster and Hangman, he knew that. But there was one person he could ask for advice. Nat was only to happy to help Bob with what to say. She gave him flirty lines to text to her.
But, the more that Natasha sent to him, the more things didn't feel right to Bob. He couldn't send any of these. 'You can take a ride in my cockpit ;)' and 'Are you a tarmac? Because my heart wants to land and stay with you' especially didn't feel right to him.
Bob thanked Natasha for her help, but he didn't take it. No, three days after he had met her, three days after she had left her number on his kitchen table, Bob finally messaged her.
'Hey, it's Bob'
That was all his text said. Anxiously he waited for her to text back. What if she doesn't? What if she was just being polite? What if she'd already forgotten about him?
'Hey, the WSO, right?' She had texted back. 'I was beginning to think I wasn't going to hear from you, haha'
The way Bob's heart was beating, he couldn't believe it. She was interested, and she had been waiting for him.
Bob felt the blush raising to his cheeks as he typed back a response. They texted through the afternoon, only stopping because they needed to sleep. The conversation ended with her asking him over for dinner, to repay for how he helped her when the car broke down.
The music didn't stop when they walked in. That would have been dramatic, but very fitting, thought Bob. But, the way all if his squad was staring at him, the music might as well have stopped.
She squeezed his hand and he started forward, taking her over to the squad. Only Natasha knew of her existence and, as much as Bob wanted it to, he couldn't keep things that way.
The dinner was the first date of many. Neither of them had known it was a date, not until much later in the relationship. There was a second, and then a third. On the third they found themselves on his couch, her arms around his neck as they kissed.
It was maybe two months after that third date that they realised the first dinner they had was their first date. But Bob already had the date memorised.
Bob had let her set the pace on their relationship. She was the one who had him wrapping his arms around her, she was the one jumping into hid arms after days apart and kissing him softly.
Four months of this and Bob realised that he wanted to grow old with her.
"Who the hell have you got there, Baby On Board?" Hangman called. He wasn't looking at Bob, concentrating on the woman stood beside him. As he usually did when facing a gorgeous woman, Jake wore his killer smile.
"Shut up," Natasha said to him as she strode forward. "I'm Nat, its nice to finally meet you."
Although this was her first time meeting them, Bob had been sure to tell his girl all about them. As they cooked dinner together, moving in tandem around the kitchen, he'd tell her about their first time at Top Gun, when they were all called back for a mission.
They were stories she'd never get bored of hearing. Her Bobby, the weapon systems officer.
They introduced themselves to her. One by one she shook their hands grinning at them. Bob couldn't help but feel slightly protective as she shook Bradley and Jake's hands.
As the game of pool resumed, Bob sat himself on a stool and pulled her into his chest. His hands settled over her stomach and she leaned against him as she spoke to his squad.
After a good few minutes, Bob hopped up from his seat. "I'll get us some drinks," he said and kissed her cheek. She squeezed his bicep as he walked to the bar.
As soon as Bob was out of sight, Jake came walking towards her. He was the only one she recognised from just how often her Bob complained about him. "What did Baby On Board do to get a pretty thing like you?" He asked as he leaned against the wall beside her, towering over her.
She stared at him, clearly unimpressed. "Uhm, he's sweet, lovely, a perfect gentleman and incredibly hot," she said as she looked towards the bar, searching for her Bobby.
But Hangman wasn't giving up. "Okay, so what do I have to do to get a girl like you?"
She reeled of the list she had just given him.
"Okay," he tried again, leaning closer. "What do I have to do to get you?"
She rolled her eyes. Finally Bob came back and passed her a beer. "Thank you, Bobby," she said and kissed his cheek as he wrapped an arm around her. She turned her attention back to Jake and held up her hand, revealing the ring on her finger.
"Oh," Hangman said and backed away.
Bob grinned and leaned down to kiss her. This was the woman he was going to spend his life with.
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