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It comes as somewhat a surprise when the others realize that something has obviously happened between their resident Lieutenant and Private, as sheâs quick to fall silent whenever he appears, and even more so make herself scare when she can when heâs around. Itâs only the third time that Soap sees it that he says something, because if he doesnât no one else will, and whereâs the fun in that?
He watches her duck her head and leave the break room, Gaz, Soap, Price, and Ghost sitting alone at the breakfast table conversing over soggy cereal and cooling tea; Soap pushes a piece of bacon on his plate and asks, âTrouble in paradise, Lt?â the corner of his mouth arches with a slight grin when he hears the warning grunt come from Ghost.
âNo.â
âSeems like it,â he retorts, taking a sip of his coffee. âWhatâd ya do? Tell her ta fuck off?â
âDrop it, MacTavish,â Ghost warns darkly. âNothingâs wrong.â
This time, Gaz jumps in. âCâmon, Lt., itâs obvious that somethingâs wrong. I mean, she wonât even look at you, let alone say anything unless you speak first.â
âAnâ sheâs callinâ âim âsir.ââ Soap adds, pointing at him. âChrist, Lt., ya musta done a number on âer. Poor Puffin. So sweet and kind. Broke âer heart ya did.â
Price can tell that Ghost is close to snapping at the both of them but gets to it before he does. âSoap, Gaz, go catalogue our inventory for the mission next week.â
âAw, but we already dââ Soap falls silent when Price shoots him a look and quietly grumbles to himself as he grabs his plate and cup, Gaz following in suit.
Itâs only until the two soldiers are alone that Price asks, âWhat did happen, Simon?â
Ghost lets out a long sigh and rolls his head back, staring at the ceiling. âPretty much told âer to fuck off.â
Price watches quietly as Ghost begins rattling to himselfâheâs never really had to ask the man to explain himself. All heâs gotta do is prompt him to do so and Ghost does the rest.
âI just got mad. Sheâs always âround and practically up my arse, and I got caught up and instead of âandlinâ it properly, I shoved my fucking foot in my mouth and scalped her.â He rubs a hand over his face. âI meant to be gentler but once I started, I couldnât stop. It just kept cominâ out. And now she fuckinâ hates me.â
He pulls his hand down and looks up at Price with a scowlâthe man is smiling at him, but itâs that stupid smile that means more than Ghost wants to admit it does.
âQuit that.â
âYou care about her,â Price murmurs, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, though his admonish is still harsh. âAnd instead of telling her how you felt like a grown adult, you took the ten-year-old way out and decided to be a cunt to her.â
âI didnât mean to be such a cunt.â
âBut the fact of the matter is that you did, and youâve screwed up team fluidity and cohesion.â He looks at him. âYou know a team dividedââ
âCanât stand,â Ghost finishes with an even worse scowl. âYeah, yeah, I know.â He looks away. âI just donât know how to even start tryinâ to fix it.â
âWell, apologizing might be a good start,â Price rumbles with a grin. âSheâs a good kid, Simon. Her heartâs in the right place, even if itâs a bit much at times. Shows she cares. More than most do in our line of work. Sheâs a rare one.â
âI know,â he admits in a much, much softer tone. âI just donât want her to lose that doinâ this.â His eyes meet Priceâs, and they hold such a misery. âLook at us, Price,â he mutters, gesturing between them. âMiddle age, unmarried, no kids, too fucked up for anything like that. She doesnâtâŚâ he clenches his jaw. âShe deserves a better path, a safer path, than this life. She deserves to go out and have a life where she comes home to a family.â
âThatâs not your choice to make, son,â he replies gently, but thereâs a firmness to it. âIf this is what she wants to do, then she will. We canât make her get out of service.â
Ghost growls low in his throat. âShe has so much more potential than being cannon fodder. She could do somethinâ with her life. Somethinâ good. Somethinâ that wonât have her dying face down in the sand with a bullet wound in the back.â
Price simply watches him.
âBut sheâs so fuckinâ stupid. She wants to be here. She wants to spend whatever time she has dodginâ bullets and wakinâ up every night in sweat âcause she canât escape the dreams. No one wants to do this. We donât want to do this. We do this because we have to. But her? Sheâs happy here.â He lowers his voice, itâs as if heâs in disbelief. âSheâs happy here.â He looks at Price. âWhy? Why is she so happy here?â
It's another long moment before Price speaks.
âYou hear, son, but you donât listen.â He moves the cup on the saucer. âShe bounced around homes growing up, scraped by on the skin of her teeth. She has no one. But here, she has something. She has people who care for her, if nothing else, they wonât let her die alone.â
âOh what? So, itâs found family bullshit?â Ghost spits. âIf she dies, at least the team would mourn her?â
âIsnât that what youâve done too?â he replies, and Ghost falls silent. âPeople like Gaz, Soap, and myself are different than you and she are, Simon. We have homes. Weâve had families that have loved us, that do love us. But you two? Simon, youâve made a home where youâve had to. Made a family out of people youâve bled for, would gladly bleed for. Youâve made something thatâs yours. You made a family for yourself. And so did she. Sheâs made us her family. The one she never had the privilege to call her own.â
Price lets out a quiet hum, and pats his thighs, standing up and pushing his chair in.
âThink on what Iâve said, son. And if nothing else, apologize and leave it at that. Put the ball in her court and let her make the next move.â
As he walks off, he hears, âAnd if she doesnât want it?â
He tosses a knowing look over his shoulder. âIâm sure sheâll take it.â His eyes twinkle as he adds, âTakes an awful strong woman to care about a man like you.â
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â sweet felicity
- gojo satoru x reader
what do you get the man who already has everything for his birthday?
genre: teeth-rotting fluff and comfort because noâi can't make his birthday angsty ok
note: so this is my entry for the birthday boy <3 this takes place immediately after daddy-to-be, where the first years are still yuta, maki, panda and toge
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Honestly? Satoru wondered about it a lot these days.
He already has everything he wantedâunparalleled cursed technique, a fairly happy life, a pretty wife, and just recently, a kid on the way.
But his birthday was in a week and it was as clear as a day that you were planning something for him.
âCome on, you can't fool me, sweets.â
He noticed that you had started waking up earlier than usual. Initially, he thought it was due to your morning sickness, but it turned out you were sneaking away to another room for an hour or two and only came out when it was around breakfast time.
Did you really think he wouldn't catch on? Satoru found himself torn between concern and amusement. He didn't want you to strain yourselfâespecially after your recent fainting spellsâand yet a part of him was over the moon by the fact that you did it for him.
His eyes crinkled, twinkling with affection. âYou're planning something for my birthday in the mornings lately. That's sweet, but you don't have to, really.â
You quirked an eyebrow at him. "Why are you so sure that it's for your birthday? I never said anything."
"Well, what else could it be? Unless you're cheating on me at six in the morningâ"
"I have your spawn inside me, Gojo Satoruâ"
"Don't call it âspawnâ!" Satoru interjected with a theatrical gasp. "It's our very own little munchkin! Our love! Love!"
This was so ridiculous and you couldn't help yourself from giggling. And seeing you like that softened something inside him.
"Really, don't push yourself too hard," he said with a pout, resigned. "You need lots and lots of sleep."
"I'm not a baby, Satoru."
"Half of you is, so it makes you one!"
He was dramatic, but it was his own way to care because your husband was just wired that way.
You sighed, relenting. âOkay, okay⌠I know my limits. I will stop when I don't feel well, yeah? Besides, I won't have time to do it except in the mornings because I still have classes to teach.â It seemed like he wasnât satisfied with your answer so you added, âJust so you know, it's something I enjoy too.â
"Hmph," Satoru huffed, eyeing you petulantly. "It'd better be good, or I'll spank you."
If it were physically possible for your eyes to roll a full 360 degrees into the back of your head and back, they definitely would have. "Oh, you will adore it, I promise."
Well, it wasn't a part of the plan, but now that he had asked for it, you'd definitely add a twist in his gift...
Satoru connected the dots instantly when he saw yarn and needlesâwhat else were you doing aside from knitting?
His sweet wife, who woke up early just to make a handmade gift for his birthdayâahh, his heart could've burst. It was so cute and so you, the warmhearted being that you were.
He would go back early today, he decided, as he strolled the halls of the Jujutsu High with a cheerful tune. You were certainly waiting back at home and he would shower you with love and praise just for your efforts alone these past few days.
And so, he would have never expected that when he received a call from Nanami that afternoon, his world would utterly shatter in the most terrifying way.
âGojo-san, please, you must come back.â Nanami was always steadfast even in the direst situations. And yet, now he was breathing hard, and panicking. âSomething happened. You must go back to your residenceââ
In that moment all he could think of was you and his baby. His entire world. Were you hurt?
He didnât dwell on itâor rather, he couldnât. His fingers went to rip his blindfold off as a sense of exponential dread creeped in and threatened to engulf him wholeâa very, very strange, unfamiliar feeling to himâand he teleported back to his haven in a blink of an eye.
He had been ready to unleash hell, to see you lying on your own pool of blood, or anything. No, that was something he could never be ready for, but he would somehow make it rightâ
âOoh, there he is!â
âAlready?!â
âNevermindââ
âand suddenly, he was swept into a whirlwind of confusion and commotion.
âHAPPY BIRTHDAY, GOJO-SENSEI!â
Today is December 7.
It took a while for Satoru to discern everything, with his pulsating heartbeats and the rush of emotions that overwhelmed him. His eyes darted from each and every face who were suddenly in his house, searching for yoursâ
âSatoru!â you greeted him from behind Nanami, radiantly beaming, and only then could he finally breathe. You are safeâyouâre wellâ
You had meant for it as a joke, a little payback for all the grievances he had caused youâand letâs not forget, Nanamiâbut you immediately regretted it when you had a look over the absolute terror in his heavenly blue eyes that you loved so much.
You had seen this once, before, when he proposed to you.
âSatoru.â You waltzed towards him, gently cradling his stunned face in your hands. âHey,â you coaxed him with an apologetic smile, reassuring him of your presence.
Satoru looked at you squarely in the eyes, and as he fully took in the sight of you, he let out a shuddering breath and pulled you close with a firm arm around your waist and and the other around your back.
âYou evil woman,â he murmured in your ears, and you could feel the slight tremble of his body and the way his heart was still thumping wildly inside his sturdy chest, which made you feel even more sorry.
âWhoa, that got you good, huh?â Panda remarked with a bemused grin.
âAs expected,â Megumi snorted.
âSalmon! Salmon!â
âEhh, thatâs actually sweetâŚâ Maki noted thoughtfully. âI would have never expected him to drop everything that fast just to go back here only after a suspicious phone callââ
âOf course he would!â Yuta rebuked with pride. âItâs his wife after all! And Nanami-san truly did a really convincing job at it!â
Nanami. Satoru casted a stern glare toward his junior, while the man in question awkwardly coughed. How did you even involve him in this?
Nah, he would deal with him later.
Despite the scare that got him good, your little plan commenced as it should. The closest of his friends and students were there to throw him this silly birthday party, as well as shower him with a plethora of gifts.
You had managed to round up his students to write birthday wishes for him in a scrap book filled with various photographs throughout the past year. This is sweet, he thought.
And one note tugged at his heartstrings the most:
Thank you, sensei, for everything â Yuta.
If anything he did ever made an impact on those young sorcerers, then Satoru was wholeheartedly glad. He wanted them to grow and made their own path in this unforgiving world, and their gratitude stirred a profound sense of relief within him.
âHere.â He was genuinely surprised when Megumi abruptly pushed a long, thin box toward him next, shyly averting his gaze. âHappy birthday.â
A fountain pen. It must have costed him some. It was strange, but Satoru felt oddly emotional.
The kid was barely six when he first approached him. He was prickly and sour and definitely wasn't welcoming. And then, he had matured right before his eyes. Satoru couldnât help ruffling his hair vigorously and snickered, disregarding the scowl directed his way.
Nanami extended his well-wishes, and even though he still had a score to settle with him later, he was happy to have him here. Shoko couldnât come but she left you with a recorded message.
âHappy birthday, Gojo, idiot,â Shoko was grinning in the video you played. âI'm sorry I can't be there, but my wish is for you to tone down your antics. We could all use a bit less of that.â
The two remaining reminders of the bluest spring in his life. Something pricked his heart at the stark reminder that they were not wholeâand if only that someone was here, they wouldâbut the fact that these two thought of him was enough.
And now, at last, it was time for your gift. Satoru thought he knew what it was, but as he carefully opened the ivory box, a profound sense of warmth still washed over him.
Mittens, with the color of freshly fallen snow, lay in the boxâtwo pairs in total. One was remarkably tiny, seemingly tailored for a baby, while the other was notably larger, undoubtedly meant for him.
You. Him. The baby. By this time next year, there would be three of you. The happy picture of all of you together in near future was a gift in and of itself. You two are his everything.
Satoru went by his instincts and grasped your arm, crashing his lips against yours ardently, beaming with the broadest grin. He paid no heed to the squeals and disapproving glances from everyone around, as he felt entitled to do soâdeclaring his love boldly so you would know⌠that he was utterly, hopelessly in love with you.
That he was grateful for you in this otherwise dreary life.
And that if there were any other lives he might live after this ended... then he hoped the heavens would always bring you back to himâand for you to always choose him just like this, no matter what.
Epilogue
âSo you really did call Nanami at six in the morning.â
Later that night, just before bed, your husband was still holding a grudge on you for frightening him back in the day, evident by the permanent purse of his lips.
You shrugged, buttoning the last button of your sleepwear. âI did⌠but itâs for greater purpose, so⌠yeah.â
âI canât stand this. Iâm suing you for collateral damage.â
You almost laughed. âPffftâwhat? What damageââ
âMy fragile heart! You canât do that to me and expect I wonât charge you!â
âWellâŚâ You noted with a meaningful smile. You couldnât say you didnât expect this, because Satoru always got pouty whenever he was irked in one way or another, and so in advance, you had actually been prepared for this.
You caught him off guard when you suddenly sat on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers teasing his undercut. It was a nice change of pace, seeing the faint blush coloring his cheeks as he steadied you by your waist.
ââŚwhat if I say⌠I still have one present left for you?â
So, what did you get a man who already has everything for his birthday?
Your whole heart, of course.
And if you were in the mood for an additional surprise, a brand new pair of lacy lingerie you had under your pajamas might do the trick.
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Christ I hate my living conditions so much. I live in a dorm with a roommate, and come back home for the weekends to a tiny room I have to share with two people. I get pretty much no privacy and my brother hates me for some reason. I'm so tired
#i know we cant move out yet. i know we have to love like this for at least a couple more months#the issue isnt even how i have to live with my mom and brother in one room#these conditions are far from perfect but theyre liveable#at least they would be if my brother wasnt a complete asshole#when i come home for the weekends our mom usually sleeps at her friends to give us space#but my brother just. sits the entire weekend at *my* desk and doesnt go outside#and the thing is!!! he has places to go!!! his dad lives literally on our floor. my brother has his own room there#or he can visit his grandparents where he again has an entire room for himself#and they all make more money than our mom so my brother always gets some for snacks or shit like that#he doesn't even go out with his friends#he gets our room for himself most of the week and when i come home for just over two days he still sits there#again. at *my* desk. i dont even get to use my desk unless he leaves#at dorm i dont have a desk either#so i just have to sit on my bed with my laptop on my knees#which not only hurts my legs and back it hyrts my laptop#like its old and stupid anyway and when i have to sit like that it overheats more easy#which means i cant play games for too long and i cant even draw for long#and like. i have work to do. i have drawings i wanna do but also i do have commissions to do but just.#hvaing to draw in these conditions is such a pain in the ass#and not only i dont have any privacy i dont have any peace and quiet either#my roommate is fine but he can get overwhelming sometimes and the dorm generally is never completely silent#and then theres my brother loudly playing games with his friends screaming and swearing#and hes just so rude whenever i try to talk to him#like. yesterday i just wanted to tell him that Subnautica is on sale and he was too upset at me for whatever reason to listen to me#i dont know why he hates me so much. i dont know why he doesnt visit his family over the weekends if he hates me so much#im just. im so tired of feeling like i dont have a place in my own house.#bee buzz
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I couldn't let myself forget you.
Set in season four, so spoilers ahead for that. This is based on episode five, I believe.
Cw: Lila and five in episode Five :P
You and five hadn't known one another long, a few years at most, but in that short amount of time, he had found himself growing quite attached to you. He wouldn't admit it outloud. That's just the kind of man he was. He didn't need anyone, but no one could understand him. He couldn't explain it either because he would sound just as insane as the people he had been investigating, but then there was you.
You were too nieve for your own good, but part of him loved you for it. It meant that anything he told you in your head made sense.
"Wait- that was our stop." Lila and Five spoke at the same time, pressing their hands and cheek against the door of the train as they tried to manipulate the train into going back but the platform that they needed to be on just got smaller and smaller and smaller.
Year one
Five thought about you all the time. When he was getting shot at, he thought of how you might bandage his wounds if he got hit or how you would scold him because he was in a dangerous situation. He sat down in the train station, watching Lila as she ate, wondering if she had been having the same thoughts about his brother, or if maybe she was thinking of her kids. He hated the fact that the memory of you was the only thing that kept him going, that kept him trying to get back home, not his family, but you... to be honest, you felt like his family now.
Year Two
"What's that?" Lila asked, peering over the older boys shoulder as she cut his hair for him, trying to catch a glimpse of what had been occupying his thoughts for the last few weeks. He shielded the book from her view, smacking it shut to ensure that she wouldn't see the contents. "Come on, Five!" She pressed, leaning over his shoulder, trying to grab his book, she thought it was harmless, he did not.
"Lila!" He yelled at her, with a different kind of tone in his voice, he was desperate, clearly, he was grieving too and she knew that but she was only trying to lighten the mood a little.
Year Three
Five had now filled three separate books with something in them, Lila wasn't sure what it was, but every time she tried to ask, she got a response not too far off a rabid dog that was protecting it's property, she knew it was important, which was why she wanted to know, which was why she waited until he was dead asleep to try and find out what it was one last time.
She skimmed through the pages that were mostly filled with useless words that made no sense put together, but Five's handwriting had never been the best anyway. She flipped through each page. Only one thing was recurring, and it was a random drawing of someone she knew but didn't know from where.
Year Four
The both of them were growing tired. It was hard to keep running and running with no sight of the end. Five knew Lila was fed up. He understood why, but he couldn't give up, not when he knew that you were still out there waiting for him because he knew you would be.
Year Five
"Hey Five." Lila leaned onto Five, both of them trying to find some sort of warmth between them as the cold metal of the train station dug into their backs. He hummed softly, looking around the room, trying to see if there was something they had missed. He knew there wasn't, but he thought he'd try anyway. "You know that greenhouse, the one with the strawberries?" She started, leaning her head fully on his shoulder now. He nodded, not willing to speak because he knew what her next suggestion would be. "How about we stop there for a few days? I- I know we've - I know we need to get home, I'm just... tired." He understood. Of course he did. He had been through this before, but the time before, he was all alone.
"Sure." He said softly, turning to look at the stacks of books that he had filled, he thought of you, and realized you'd want him to take a break, you'd beg him to, and so he decided he would go, but only for a few weeks.
Year Six
Five walked into the green house, looking at Lila and then the berry bush she was tending to. She tossed one strawberry at him, then another, then another. "If you keep that up, we won't have any left for the winter." He smiled as she threw one more and turned to her as she began walking towards him. She tripped up in a few watering cans that had been discarded on the floor, and he caught her just before she was able to hit the floor.
"Oh- sorry." He noticed the blush on her face, then felt his cheeks begin to heat. His hand rested on her cheek, cupping them and rubbing his fingers over her soft flesh, then he looked to the strawberries on the floor and pulled away, running to the stack of books on the table and joting down a few notes. "What just happened?" She walked over to him, her arms crossing as she leaned against the wall.
"What do you mean?" He asks, slamming the book shut and poking it into his bag. He turned to her, noticing that she had a slight pout across her face.
"Whatever that was." He stared at her for a while, shrugged his shoulders, and walked away.
Year Seven
"I'm going out to look for some more scrap metal."
"What happened to the stuff we already had?" Lila asked curiously, looking the boy up and down. He rubbed his fingers over the braclet in his pocket, the one he had made.
"I have no clue." He walked out of the house and back to the train station. He grabbed a few wires, tugging on them before he slipped and dropped his flashlight down onto the tracks. He looked both ways, just to be safe and climbed down onto them. "What's that?" He thought out loud as he grabbed a book he had never seen before. He climbed back up onto the train platform and opened the book. "That's my handwriting." He pointed out to himself as he read what was throughout the pages, figuring out that it was their way home.
"What's that?" Lila asked, sitting down next to him.
"A way home." He said simply, flipping through more of the pages, everything inside of his head clicking together like it had been obvious the whole time. He shook his head in disappointment in himself.
"Wait, what?" Lila asked, chasing after him as he ran back to their house and packed up his bag. "Should we think about this first?" She suggested.
"Think about what?" He asked, stuffing the books into his bag as he changed into what he had been wearing the day they had left.
"That- Maybe this is a trap of some sort? Set by the older, uh? Younger? You." She followed him around the house, trying to keep his pace as he charged out the door.
"I'm willing to take the risk, why aren't you?" He turns around. She almost smashed right into him.
"I am. I just think we need to consider the fact that this could be a trap." He understood her concern. Some people would rather not take the risk, there was a chance that this was a trap, and that they would die.
"Stay here if you want, I'm going." He decided and made his way back to the train station, her following closely behind him.
When they returned, it had only been an hour or two, you were sitting in between Allison and Luther and bounced your leg nervously, wondering where Five could have gone. Lila, walked in through the door followed by Five who's eyes searched the room until they landed on you. You jumped up out of your seat and ran over to him, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. He nearly cried, as much as he hated to admit it, his eyes welled with tears, feeling you pressed against him was something he didn't think he'd ever feel again. "I wasn't gone that long." His voice shook, but only slightly as you pulled away from him to check him for any injuries, because you knew how careless he could be.
"It was too long." You smiled though, no matter how pissed you were at him for not returning your calls or texts, you were just glad he was alright.
He looked around the room again and stuffed his hand onto his pocket, feeling the braclet that he had forgotten about. The two of you walked to the center of the room, you sat down where you had been and five remained standing, you glanced over to Lila who had a distant look in her eyes as she looked at her husband and then you looked back to five, who was now standing right infront of you, playing with something in his pocket.
Everyone's attention was brought to him as he cleared his throat, he knew it was sudden, and he knew he would jump off the side of a cliff if you happened to not reciprocate his feelings, but he dropped down onto one knee and pulled a bag out of his pocket. Allison, who was now sitting up straight with a face full of surprise gasped at the sight if her oldest brother on his knee.
"I- Jesus. Uhm." You looked to Lila who, unlike before, was now focused on Five, but it wasn't that unusual, right? Besides the fact that her face held signs of jealousy and sadness, it wasn't weird at all. Your heart fluttered when he held out his cupped hands towards you, his eyes pleading with you to take the bag that was in them. "Y/n.." He spoke carefully, as his cheeks began to redden as Allison's reaction threw him off the piller of confidence he was once standing on.
You nodded, ready to hear what he had to say, you hands grabbed the bag but remained in their place, trying to soothe the old man's nerves as he worked up the courage to speak. "Will you give me the honor of.. marrying me?" You squealed and jumped out of your seat, pulling Five to his feet and you kissed him. "Will you?" He whispered to you this time.
"Yes I will." You kissed him once more.
Once the excitement settled down, and the bracelet sat proudly on your wrist, you noticed the bag that your fiancĂŠ had brought in with him. "What's that?" You asked, pointing to the bag. He bit his lip nervously and pulled a few of the books he had filled up the bag. Revealing the contents to you. The words didn't make sense to you either, until you saw your face, the soft brush strokes that he used to draw your hair and your eyes, you had never looked so beautiful.
He kissed your cheek and whispered into your ear, his lips brushing against them. "I- I couldn't let myself forget you."
"You remembered I like strawberries." You pointed out, you ignored the way he flinched when you had mentioned it, but he ran his fingers over the words and nodded softly.
"Of course I did."
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đŹđđ§đŁđđŁđđ¨: 18+ no minors, fem dom, sub aemond, a cock ring, oral sex (m receiving), deep throating, role play (kinda), unprotected sex, creampie, no use of y/n, edging (m receiving), both reader and aemond are little losers, established relationship, pet names, embarrassing family dinner conversations, a cameo from aemondâs lesbian moms and aegon.
đ/đŁ: this was originally going to be the beginning of my kinktober but I didnât even get a chance to write out any of my other ideas in time. also big thank you to this anon who inspired this fic. hope you enjoy đ
Up until now you thought you and your boyfriend had no secrets between you, but as it turns out you were wrong.
It started a week ago, you and Aemond drove up the countryside for a weekend to visit his family for Alicentâs birthday. Everyone tried their best to make it up there for big celebrations.
After three years together you feel like a member of the family yourself, Alicent and Rhaenyra even refer to you as their second daughter. You feel more at home with them than you do with your own family â and more importantly you felt like they couldnât shock you anymore. That lasted until dinner.
Aegon and Aemond had gotten into a tiff about something juvenile that you canât even remember anymore. Words tossed back and forth at one another from across the table like a tennis match. Rhaenyra was about to interject when Aegon blurted out: âDid you ever tell your sweetheart about what you did with my rag mag?â
Now that caught your attention.
Aemondâs face became beet red. His eyes practically bulged out of his skull in fear. Aegon smiled cockily at his brotherâs expression, poking a forkful of their mothers dinner into his mouth.
Alicent and Rhaenyra tried to object to this conversation as soon as the word ârag magâ was tossed out, but were cut short by your boyfriend.
âYou wouldnât.â It was clear Aemond was attempting to sound intimidating when it was obvious to everyone else he was fearing for his life.
âOh, but I really would.â You vaguely remember overhearing Rhaenyra warn Alicent to cover her ears. Aegon turned his full attention to you, his eyes locked with yours. âWhen your precious boyfriend was still shorter than me he snuck into my room, snooped through my collection, and ripped out the naughty librarian spread all for himself.â
For the first time since you had met him Aemond became shy. You didnât quite understand why exactly. Your boyfriend was no saint when it came to sex. He was the one who suggested most of your perverted ventures thus far, so why had he never told you this story himself?
After the table was cleared and conversation changed Aemond popped outside to take a quick smoke break â the perfect opportunity for you to interrogate Aegon a little more. You slid beside him as he washed that night's dishes like the good little son he can be occasionally.
âWhat was all that about?â
He glanced up at you briefly from the task in front of him. âWhat was all what about?â
âYou knowâŚâ you suddenly realised how humiliating it was to talk about sex related topics with your boyfriend's brother. âThe magazine drama?â
A knowing smirk crossed theâ Targaryenâs lips. âAh, you want to know why Aemond threw such a fit about his little secret being outed.â He placed a white salad bowl onto the drying rack before facing you. âWell there are a few theories I have about it â first and most simple of all: maybe he was just embarrassed to have his middle school perversions exposed to our parents. Iâm not too convinced by that one though given the simple fact that you two have been fucking at practically every family event you have been invited to thus far.â
It was then your turn for your cheeks to heat up with embarrassment, the memory of being caught half naked by Rhaenyra in the shoe closet still haunts you.
âSo that leads me to my second theory: heâs ashamed of you knowing about his librarian fetish.â
Your brows pinched together quizzically. âBut that doesnât make any sense, weâve done way crazier things together than a little kinky roleplay.â
Aegon closed his eyes and let out a long exhale like he was about to be sick. âI canât express to you how much I didnât want to know that.â You smiled at him apologetically letting out a timid âsorryâ.
The purple eyed boy rubbed at his temples before opening his eyes again. âOkay, Iâm probably gonna throw up later and really regret asking you this but: have you ever been in charge? Ya know, taken on the reins while you two areâŚâ He held his hand over his stomach dramatically. âHaving sex?â
your gaze remained on the clean kitchen floor as you answered his question. âNoâŚâ
âWell there you go, now if youâll excuse me I need to go drink this conversation from my memory.â
Since that night you have been on a mission: make Aemondâs fantasy come to life.
It started like all good missions did â with a bit of thorough research of course. Aemond is a stickler for details and you needed all of them if you were going to pull this off successfully. The magazine from all the detail you managed to pull out of poor Aegon was a Hustler and based on the years Aemond would have been in middle school you managed to comb through every edition of Hustler during that time until you found it: the librarian spread.
This took you to the next step in your plan: the outfit. There wasnât really much to it, obviously most of it was pulled off the models body in favour of showing off what was underneath, but you focused on what remained. Petite framed glasses, a white button up (tossed aside on the desk she sat on but you figured she was probably wearing it at some point in time), black pencil skirt, stockings, garter belt, and most importantly no panties.
All of this planning and waiting had finally led up to today. You have a day off to get your shit in order and Aemondâs shift ends early. You are quite proud of yourself honestly. Who knew being a research nerd could come in handy in the bedroom?
Now it was just time to see if Aemond appreciates it as much as you do.
From your spot in the kitchen you hear your boyfriend's keys enter the lock to your apartment â your cue to bolt into the bedroom. Inside the bedroom your heart races, nerves suddenly getting the best of you. What if he didnât like it? What if he thinks youâre trying to belittle him? What if he thinks you look stupid?
âBaby?â Aemond calls from inside the main hallway.
âIn the bedroom!â Well there was no going back now. Fuck it. You press play on the playlist you curated and pose yourself sitting on top of Aemondâs desk, just like the picture.
The door creaks open, revealing the white haired man to you. For a second he doesnât look up, good eye still locked onto his phone. âWhatâs with the muââ His eye meets with yours and stops him in his tracks. The bag he is carrying falls off his shoulder. The way he blushed at the birthday dinner has nothing on the state of his face now.
A few long moments pass by and the two of you remain perfectly still. It makes the knot in your stomach worse. âPlease say something.â You beg as Aemond remains gobsmacked.
âYouâ how did â wh â you lookââ He babbles like a small child.
âPlease make it intelligible.â you try to lighten the mood as your hands play with each other anxiously.
It seems to shake Aemond out of his idiotict trance. âYou look like the librarian from my magazine.â
âI do.â You change your tone to sound calm and collected while feeling like youâre about to explode inside.
âWhy?â
âI thought you might appreciate it if I initiated something for once.â
Aemond soaks in the vision before him giving you a swift up and down glance. The pit continues growing in you but you refuse to let it show. âDo you?â You ask, impersonating all those sexually confident people youâve seen in movies.
âI do.â Thank fuck.
Aemond rips the jacket from off his shoulders, practically running across the bedroom to reach you. He pulls you up off the desk but before he has the chance to kiss you you put a stop to him. Both hands push his face away but remain holding it so heâs forced to look at you. âNot so fast there mister.â
His face is priceless, a perfect mixture of confusion and desperation. âFrom now on Iâm in charge, alright? You are going to lay there like the good boy I know you can be, while the sweet little librarian takes good care of you, understand?â
âYes, I understand.â His pupil dilates so wide you can hardly see the usual violet colour of his iris.
âYes you understand who?â
A surprise smirk graces your boyfriend's beautiful face. âYes, I understandâŚmaâam.â
âGood, now take off your clothes and get on the bed.â In a flash Aemondâs clothes came flying off you like you have never seen before. You knew this would get him worked up but you did not expect him to be this into it.
As the Targaryenâs boxers hit the floor and he hits the plush mattress you pull open a bag holding your secret weapon for the night. With the âweaponâ hiding behind your back you move up the bed straddling his muscular thigh, sitting your bare cunt directly on his skin. His already hard cock twitches with excitement. âFuck me, are you not wearing anyâ?â
âNo.â you say plainly, like you did this everyday. âNow Iâve got a little something special for you before I completely blow your mind.â
âI really donât see this getting better than it is but if you say so,â He shrugs his shoulders. âI trust you.â
From behind you you reveal it: a black rubber cock ring. âI wanna see you squirm.â
Aemondâs silver-blonde locks splay out onto the pillows as he plops his head back onto the pillows. âYou are trying to kill me, woman.â He groans.
âOh you love it.â With that you wrap your manicured hand around his cock, stretching the black rubber around the base.Your boyfriend jumps slightly at the contact. âHowâs it feel?â
âWonderful, now can we get on with the main event, please?â
âDonât forget baby, youâre not the one calling the shots tonight. Be nice to me and Iâll be nice to you.â
âAlways.â He smiles. You canât help yourself against his charms, flopping onto him to plant a sweet kiss to his lips. He wastes no time reciprocating it, taking the kiss from zero to a hundred faster than you can snap your fingers. His tongue slithering its way into your mouth. Your moans vibrated against his lips. Aemond was definitely the best kisser out of all the guys you had been with.
You reach your right hand up pushing it between the two of you, separating your lips. Aemond is clearly about to protest as you cut him off. âSpit.â No bullshit, just straight to the point. Based on the focused expression on his face the dots are taking their sweet time to connect in his pretty little head. Then it clicks and Aemond looks like a kid in a candy shop. He leans over your palm, saliva dripping down into your hand.
As the spit sinks across your palm you reach down to rub the wetness around his throbbing cock, stroking him up and down painfully slowly. Your other hand makes its way to his heavy balls, massaging them delicately in between your fingers.
You always loved playing with Aemondâs cock, but you were never allowed to take your time with it. Itâs the one thing you despise about your boyfriend constantly being the one in charge. This was your time to truly tease him like he had been teasing you since you got together.
âAre you gonna be a good boy for me?â You eye him over the glasses perched on your nose.
âFuck yes!â Aemond yelps with pure euphoria.
âYou kiss your mothers with that mouth?â You continue your teasing, the sound of the shucking filling the bedroom.
âNo but I really wanna kiss you again â maâam.â You appreciate that even though he was struggling through it he still uses your proper title.
âCome here baby.â Like a man starved Aemond pushes himself up to meet your lips once more. Now was your chance. With Aemond distracted by the kiss you slowly pull away your hand from his sack to grab the remote for the cock ring off the dresser. Time to hope he enjoys this little extra surprise.
BzzzâŚ
Aemonds hips slam up into your fist in shock. âJesus- fuck!â
âNow you know how I feel, huh?â You say recalling all the times that the blonde had used your vibrators on you.
The vibrations make his rod jump, shaking so fast your eyes canât even comprehend its moving at all. God itâs hot. It had become far too normal for Aemond to watch you shake and your eyes roll back into your head with ecstasy but never you with him. It makes you feel powerful.
âF-feels so fucking goodââ Aemond struggles to be coherent through the throws of pleasure.
Your hands pick up the pace, tightening your grip around him. His eyes are becoming more and more glassy as the moments pass by. Settling down till your stomach touches your knees, skirt (barely) coved ass poking out to the air. You kiss your way down his chest, leaving lipstick marks as you go until you reach the base of his vibrating cock.
Your mind swarms with ideas of how you can possibly torture him, but you decide against anymore prolonged suffering because of how desperately you need him in your mouth. You lick your way up to his leaking tip, keeping eye contact the entire time.
You run your hands over the sides of his hips as you suck the tip into your mouth. Preparing yourself with a deep breath through your nose, you dive down, deepthroating the rest of him into your throat. The tip of your nose touched the smooth base of his pubic bone. He always filled your holes so perfectly.
The sounds of your throat bobbing over him mixed with muted vibrations and Aemondâs moans make your cunt pulsate. You and Aemond are not new to dirty but something about this type of dirty got you going in a way you have never felt before.
âIâm gonna comeâfuck! Iâm gonna come down your perfect throatââ That is all you need to hear to pull yourself away from him (as much as you hate to).
Wiping the saliva from the corners of your mouth you press the button on the remote of the cock ring, turning the vibrations off. Aemond whines like a scorned child. A sound you're not familiar with from him, but you could picture yourself getting used to.
âDid you really think that I was going to let you come that fast? I need to make you earn it first, baby.â
He looks up at you, begging. âHow? Please just tell me how Iâll do anything, I just need to be inside you. I wanna be your good boy.â His voice cracks like heâs on the brink of tears.
âYou have to address me properly.â
âAnything for you maâam.â
âNow, beg.â You tug the base of his cock into your hands, jerking him off like you were in no rush.
âPleaseâŚ?â His brows knit together like a kicked puppy.
You halt your movements and grip your boyfriendâs length, not enough to actually hurt him, just enough to make Aemond whine once more. âGod do you even want me to fuck you? I said beg.â You say while pulling the almost sheer white top from your body, leaving the skirt and stockings in their place though.
âPlease fuck maâam? I promise Iâll be good for you, I need to be inside of you so bad. I love your cunt so much, I need it around me. I need to feel you come on me, please?â
âAw, look at that, you are my good boy after all.â With that you are fully on top of him. Hands planted onto his firm chest while you lean forward to tug your skirt up, revealing the lack of underwear beneath them. With his eyes thoroughly distracted by your bare cunt you pull his aching tip inside of your soaking wet entrance.
You had sex not two days before now but somehow the stretch of Aemond inside was still a shock to your system. Maybe itâs because you had never had him like this, crying below you like just being inside you was already the greatest pleasure he could experience.
âJesusâChrist!â
You take your time adjusting to him, gradually sinking lower towards his abdomen. Your clit grazes the black silicone, alerting you that youâve reached the bottom. Pushing yourself all the way back up to his tip you slam down as you speak. âDid all that begging make your cock harder, Aem? Do you like begging for me?â
âSo muchâŚâ The words are almost inaudible through his moans.
âYou donât come until I let you, understand?â
âYes maâam.â
It only eggs you on more. The sound of wet skin smacking and whimpering fill your ears. No thoughts pass through either of your heads.
The rocking of your hips became more frantic, desperate. Your soft wet walls hugging your boyfriend like a vice. Aemondâs reach up into the pillows, gripping so hard they change from pink to white instantly.
Your mask begins to fall at the pleasure building in your core. Legs shaking at either side of Aemondâs hips. Just like that you pull the blonde up from his horizontal position, his grip falling from the pillows. Lips crashing together in a blur as sweat pools down both your backs. âIâm so fucking close, can I come, please?â His begging is muffled against your mouth.
âSoon, I promise. Rub my clit for me baby?â He obeyed immediately. His pointer and index finger caressing against your pulsing clit. âFuck yes! so good Aem.â Your hands wander to his hair, like you are the master and heâs your little puppet.
You canât hold back anymore, the sensation of his lips against yours mixed with Aemondâs precise movements against your bud send you hurdling towards your orgasm. âMâcoming, come for me aem, do it for me babyââ Aemond follows fast behind you, crying out your name as he reaches his peak. His cock painting your insides with his cum.
You come back down to earth together, a jumble of words spilling from both of your lips: I love you, thank you, so good, kiss me.
You collapse into a puddle on your boyfriendâs sweat soaked chest. His fingers travel through your hair as you both catch your breath. As he tucks the lock behind your ears he finally speaks coherently. âSo, are you gonna tell me how you managed to replicate the exact outfit from the original photo I used to wank off to orâŚ?â
You smile, lifting your head to face him and his pink flushed cheeks. âA great magician never reveals their secrets.â
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i didn't realise i could just ask here than from messages im so sorry đ but im hungry so can you please write some more damian scenarios đ (angst/fluff PLEASE đ) im sorry if I'm bothering you but i can't get enough of your writing đ hope you're taking care of yourself tho!! :)))
Thisâll probably seem really short but itâs like almost 10pm and Iâm running on fumes and bad mental health days lately đ
âWhatâre you doing my treasure.â Damian said as he walked into his room, only to find you had let Ace and Titus on the bed and he had to blink twice to make sure his mind wasnât making up them wearing pyjamas on top of that.
âNothing.â You said nonchalantly as you brought Titus in your arms, cuddling him while he remained looking at his owner.
âI thought I said none of our pets should be on the bed?â Damian then said as he gestured to the two dogs that you had let on the bed without his permission as though the situation you both faced wasnât obvious.
âI was feeling lonely when you were out on patrol.â You replied, pouting. âThat and I was bored and out the dogs in pyjamas to feel included with me being in pyjamas.â You added as you smiled widely at him. Damian sighed, he shouldnât be surprised, this was bound to happen sooner or later since you still had a couple more weeks to heal your leg before being cleared for vigilante work again.
So naturally you are going to rope in Titus and Ace one way or another in your shenanigans much like you did with Jerry and Goliath when you had hurt your arm, Damian almost lost his mind trying to find you only to find you fast sleep stop of Goliath, with Jerry acting on guard in front of you both. It was certainly a humorous sight had he not been on high alert when he couldnât find you in bed upon his return from a mission with Bruce.
âYou couldâve waited until I came back my beloved, I donât want you hurting your self further just trying to entertain yourself.â Damian lightly scolded you as he walked over to your side of the bed, kissing you on the forehead before greeting -and thanking- ace and Titus with head pats and ear scratches, as an almost missable smile graced his face upon seeing the two dogs poetically melt into his scratches.
This was the sight he loved most when coming home and he always wanted to come home to this as many times as he could in the nearby distant future.
âIâll be fine Dami,â you said softly as you reached out to hold his cheek in your hand, âIâm not doing anything thatâll cause me any discomfort or more pain then Iâm already in and that Iâve been in really good company.â You gesture towards ace and Titus who would press themselves against either of your sides, acting as living crutches for you when you tried to move about the room and down the halls, theyâd even look up at you as though to silently ask if you were okay and if you needed to sit down soon.
You knew Damian was behind this and couldnât help but bring him into a tender to his forehead. âThank you.â You whispered.
âFor what my treasure?â He asks softly as he manages to settle himself on the edge of your shared bed.
âFor having ace and Titus look out of me when youâre gone, sometimes I forget how well you know me to know that Iâd get restless when healing.â You said as you patted both dogs on their sides in appreciation as they both decided that they had gotten comfortable enough to start falling asleep. Neither you nor Damian had the heart to tell them to get off, and silently decided that one night every so often could Ace and Titus could share the bed with you and Damian.
âLike you said I know you, better then most, and Iâd like it more if you didnât go and get yourself hurt from trying to do something beyond your current capability.â Damian admitted softly as he began to get into more comfortable sleepwear to join you, Titus and ace in bed by climbing into your side of the bed and holding you again his chest upon seeing as how Titus and ace took up his side of the bed.
âHow sweet of you my dear.â You said cheekily as you kissed his hand that rested on your side before yawning.
âSleep my love,â Damian said softly as he watched you rest your weary and heavy head upon his chest, âsleep sweetly.â He adds just as you succumb to long awaited sleep as he kissed your forehead, only to follow after you not long after being certain that youâd wouldnât be bothered anymore before joining you in the dream realm either Titus and Ace.
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Neon Sticky Notes
prompt: ( requested ) reminding your boyfriend you love him one sticky note at a time.
pairing: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x female!reader pairing: Carmy x Peach
fandom masterlist: FX's The Bear
word count: 2.4k+
note: baby gets what baby wants! God, do i hope this is what you want, my baby...
warnings: probably cursing, Carmy needs a nap, men being simps, this is short and sweet! it's FINALLY edited!!!
You knew he was struggling. Worn-out, beaten down, exhausted, run ragged, amuck, and into the ground.
It was evident in the way he carried himself; the prominent bags under his eyes, the way he tossed and turned in bed before being found on the living room couch in the morning. His hair seemed greasier then usual, his skin turning gaunt and grey, and you knew he wasn't making time to eat.
By comparison, you had a simple job, something corporate and in an office. Something that made decent money; something you were good at, something you could find pride in doing.
However, Carmy's job as a chef was different; being more than stressful, and while coupled together for years now, it was still a work-in-progress each time Carmen started on a new venture. Owning, running, and converting The Beef into something "better" should've been no different, only it was - it was totally different. Carmy was frazzled, looking deranged some evenings, as if operating on adrenaline, and you were at a loss on how to help.
So, you resorted to a natural instinct - communicating.
Carmy needed reassurance, he needed support, he needed to be loved for who he is, exactly how he was, in order to keep his head on straight. You never did mind the challenge that was Carmen Berzatto, finding him akin to a puzzle. So, on your way home from work one evening, you stopped at a CVS to grab a pack of neon, multi-colored sticky notes and a brand new Sharpie marker.
You had an idea.
When you got back to your shared apartment, you unloaded the groceries you needed onto the counters before calling Carmy. "Hey, Peaches," he answered on the third ring, usual kitchen clatter in the background, "everything okay?"
"Yeah, all good."
"Sure? Sound outta breath."
"The elevator's broken, I got groceries," you groaned, "and have been skipping the gym for a couple weeks."
He chuckled, "Never skip leg day, baby, you know it's our house motto."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever - hush. I'm just wondering if you had an ETA for tonight? I have an early morning meeting, so I want to go to sleep early."
"Uh," he trailed, a muffled ruffling sounding over the line before a small clatter that made him sigh, "yeah, um, you know what? I really don't know, baby, I'm sorry. You do your thing and I'll be quiet when I get in, just leave my stuff on the couch."
"No, come to bed," you whined slightly, "I miss you."
"Awh, yeah, miss you, too, Peach. I'll be there," he promised.
You finished putting all groceries away; the dishes following, then you got started on prepping dinner. Look, you were no cook - that was all Carmy. But you weren't totally useless in a kitchen, so, you didn't mind taking over most meals now that Carmy was waist-deep in The Beef's bullshit. You played music as you cooked, poured a glass of wine, danced around, and tried to think of a list of encouraging things to remind Carmy. You ate dinner alone, and when done with clean-up, faced off with your sticky notes and Sharpie.
The first note was scribbled and stuck on the covered plate in the fridge: Bone Apple Teeth, Chef!
Then you wrote a note to leave at the door where Carm was sure to drop his keys: make sure you eat the plate I left you!
Humming, you pondered a moment before smirking and writing a third note to be left on the TV remote: I know you too well. come to bed.
Lastly, you wrote a fourth and final note to be left in the bathroom: great job today, Chef! you're killing it!
You were fast asleep when he got home. He found the note in the key bowl, smirking at your kindness and thoughtfulness. Carmy saw the messily-drawn heart and pocketed the note, toeing off his shoes and entering the kitchen. He reheated the plate you left, pocketed the second note after a silent grin of amusement, and when ready, took his hot food to the couch.
Carmy laughed when he found your third note. He left it on the table as he ate, half-watching the news segment he flipped on. When he was full and his plate clear, Carmy turned the TB off, pocketed your note, set everything in the dishwasher, started it, and then went into the bathroom. Another soft chuckle emitted as he pulled the final note in his hand - and you already know he saved it.
When he got in your shared room, he made sure to leave the notes in a random shoe box, stashing it in his closet, changed for the night, and crawled into bed with you.
This was a regular occurrence now: Carmy came home late to a barrage of sticky notes, saved them all, then crashed in bed with you. You missed each other, but understood scheduling just didn't line up right now. It wasn't like you two never saw one another, you still did - but it wasn't like it was. Time together now felt fleeting, as if you had to savor everything, so you made the most of your situation.
Was it overcompensation? Possibly. But Carmy adored your notes.
Sometimes, you'll be sat in the living room, reading a book, working on your laptop, or scrolling Instagram on your phone, while he cooks and he finds a note left on the milk carton that reads: I am UDDERLY in love with you!
Get it? 'Cause cows have udders? You were pretty proud of that pun.
Other times, he'll be up at an unGodly hour, getting a steamy hot shower, and you'll come in to pee. He doesn't think anything of anything until he gets out of the stall only to see a neon orange sticky note on the counter, saying: i love your butt! lemme pinch it!
Carmy feels himself looking forward to your little surprises. Some were funny and a little vulgar, like the note found on the eggs: fertilize MY eggs!
Some notes were more innocent, like the one he found in his shoe one morning, reading: I'm so proud of you. have a great day today!
Some just said: be home for dinner @ 8! making your fav!
Others were found, saying: you're so fucking handsome. I'm one lucky ducky! You even tried to draw a little duck.
Some notes were motivational: you're doing a GREAT job, baby!
Some notes reminded: you have a dentist appt @ 10!
Some notes were sweet: call me during your break, cutie, i miss your voice!
And others found on the bathroom mirror were playful: you look too good today, go change! A second note added: don't need anyone looking at your fine ass! A third: i'm the only one allowed to look #respectfully
Each and every note had a drawn heart, being saved to a hidden shoebox. He found notes in his usual coffee mug, reminding him you loved him. He found notes on his toothpaste tube, telling him he was doing a great job. Cereal boxes now promised Carmy they were proud of him, pastas told him to have a great day, and the light switches assured reminded him how special he was.
The microwave told him you felt blessed to be his and in his jacket pocket, he was told how lucky you are to love him. Some notes swore to him he was one of a kind, others explicitly detailed what parts of him you wanted in parts of you, and a few reminded him of important dates, appointments, deadlines, anniversaries, birthdays, etc..
Sometimes, he found little treats with these sticky notes. Like when you had to make brownies for your little sister's bake sale, you left him a Tupperware full with a hot pink note, labeled: for the love of my life!
And then... One morning, when you got up for work, Carmy was already gone for his day. You went through your normal routine, entering the kitchen with the intention of making a to-go cup of coffee, only to pause and grin when a neon green sticky note greeted you from the stovetop. Written in messy, fresh, black Sharpie was: got you on my mind. love you, be home @ 6 tonight!
Carmy drew own heart and you beamed at the reciprocation. You didn't mind the distance for now, knowing he was busy and it wouldn't last forever; but the fact that he could reassure you as much as you could him warmed your heart. You felt like the Grinch when his heart grew in size, just without the painful grunting. If anything, you felt euphoric from his little note - thinking it was reassuring to still communicate even when your schedules differed.
The day passed sluggishly - only because you were actually excited to go home. Ironically, your last client of the day didn't leave until a little later than scheduled, so, when you FINALLY got off work and made it home, Carmy had beaten you. When you got through the door, you were met with a heavenly aroma; using Gandalf's advice and following your nose to enter the kitchen.
You sighed dreamily when you came to a halt in the doorway, bottom lip trapped between your teeth to attempt and restrain your ecstatic grin. Carmy was shirtless at the stove, stirring a pasta dish to coat it in the sauce of his choice. "Hi, pretty peach," he beamed at you.
"Oh, I've missed this sight," you squealed, rushing to his side to throw your arms around his neck. "Hi, baby, hi, baby, hi, baby," you chanted between chaste kisses to his cheek.
"Someone missed me," he laughed, cheeks blooming a bright red - but not from the kitchen heat.
"I feel like I haven't seen you in forever, and you know I don't do well alone, I need attention," you teased with a pout, his arm slithering around your waist - but a crinkle noise caught your attention. "Woah, hey. Did you get a new tattoo?" You pondered, looking down at his arm that was protectively bandaged.
He smirked and held his arm out, "Wanna take the plastic off for me?"
"What'd you get?"
"Find out," he whispered, staring at you with his intense baby blue eyes; waiting as you calculated your next move. Slowly, you reached out and unwrapped the protective cling wrap, getting to the gauze, then slowly peeling that from his skin.
"Ohhh, my fucking God," you whispered.
"Like it?"
"Are these... My hearts?"
He nodded, "I got 6 of them from your notes tattooed. 'Cause we've been together six years. Figured, each year, I could add one - but you gotta draw it."
"You're ridiculous," you laughed, in minor disbelief. "What made you do this?"
He eased, "You. I've never felt so confident in my life before, and I know you're a huge part of that. It feels right, being with you feels right and I wanted to show you that I see and appreciate all you do." His tone softened, "I wouldn't be me without you, Peach."
"You'd still be Carmy."
"A totally different Carmy, though," he chuckled. "I actually like who I am with you, baby. But look here, I know it's been real hectic lately, sweet girl, with the restaurant, but it's not gonna be like this forever. We're makin' progress, we're gonna get this settled."
"I know," you assured, "'cause if anyone's gonna get this done, it's you. Just don't forget to breathe every now and then - you're drowning in this stress and I need you to stay afloat, Carm."
"I'm good, Peaches, got you on my team so I can't lose," he eased, tucking you into his chest for an embrace. After a minute and a tight squeeze, he sighed, pecked the crown of your head, then mumbled, "Why don't you go wash up? Dinner's almost ready."
You agreed, stealing one last (prolonged) kiss before scampering off to the bedroom. When you got there, you almost tripped when you came to a halt; laughing loudly as the entire bed was covered in an array of neon colored sticky notes. Until you got closer and realized each note detailed a different reason Carmy loved you; from the way you search for him in your sleep to how you resembled a Gremlin if not fed within certain hours. From how you weren't afraid to dress up for the Renaissance Festival to how you throw blankets in the dryer for 15 minutes before movie nights. In fact, "movie night" was on a single note, being a fond yet routine date. You read each note carefully, tears wanting to build but you refused to let them, yet it was difficult when this was the sweetest gesture you've ever known.
Even things you were insecure about, like dimples or weight or hair color, was highlighted as a reason Carmy loved you. He listed your authenticity, generosity, thoughtfulness, charisma, incredible brain but even bigger heart. He praised your wit, your humor; adored your sneezes, and looked forward to coming home every night because he knew he was coming home to you.
You've never felt so loved before, wondering if this was what Carmy felt each time he found one of your notes.
Movement caught your peripheral, and when you looked up, Carmy was leaning in the doorway of the bedroom; arms crossed and lips pulled in a small smirk. He didn't speak, he just stared at you. You were at a loss for words, opening and closing your mouth twice; holding most of the sticky notes in your hands, but then, you settled on telling him simply, "I love you so fucking much, Carmy."
Dinner might've allegedly burned that night, but so did your love and passion for one another. Even the smallest of gestures can go farther than we anticipate, and showing someone you care could be as simple as leaving them notes around the apartment you cohabitate in, on neon colored Post It's.
Wanna know the cool thing about adult relationships? You get to love your partner out loud; being unapologetic in how you emote, and in return, you're loved by them. Each person deserves to be loved in the way they want to be loved - but you know how fucking great it is when two lovers respond to the same language? What I mean is, it could be considered rare that you, who liked to leave notes, would meet and fall in love with someone who liked to collect and read those notes. Your love language was the same as Carmy's, part of the reason you both worked so well together - but also why one day, he'd add plenty more hand drawn hearts to the collection on his forearm.
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Stay with me
pairing: Max Verstappen x shifter!reader
summary: The end of your agreement is getting closer, but Max doesn't want you to leave. You have your doubts about a relationship with him, so you want to go.
part two
There was a knock on your door, but not a single cell in your body wished to open it. You had been in your room for most part of the day, focusing on work instead of the quiet drama in this household, and so far it helped to avert your thoughts. Despite asking several times, you still didn't know why Max had been so grumpy lately.
He didn't even want you to sleep next to him, and sometimes he closed his door as a sign that you should keep out. So you locked yourself into your room and became a workaholic again, spending hours and hours doing the job you once loved so much. Because ever since you moved in, work became a nuisance, something you were expected to do.
He knocked again, and this time he didn't stay quiet. âI need to talk to you, could you come out?â he asked, his voice sounding strange. Sad, or maybe disappointed.
With a sigh, you went out to meet him in the awkward silence that settled between you the moment you stopped in front of him. He took a deep breath to prepare himself, then reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb absentmindedly drawing gentle circles.
âWhat will happen after the race?â
âI guess I'll move back home,â you replied quietly.
Max nodded as he nervously licked his lips. âAnd what if you didn't? Why don't you stay with me?â His voice was dripping with desperation, and his eyes were silently pleading to make you change your mind.
It was heartbreaking, partly because you hated seeing him like this, and partly because at the bottom of your heart you didn't want to leave him alone. But having no idea which you was the one he liked more made things complicated.
When he realized you weren't about to answer, he leaned closer to you, his gaze so intense you were afraid it would burn a hole in your head. âI love you. I need our evenings on the couch when you fall asleep next to me, and I need you there in my bed to sleep well. Stay with me and give me a chance to prove we would be good together. Please.â
You had to remind yourself that it's impossible to fully get to know someone after just a few weeks. Yes, you liked the version of him you spent time with, but it was just the two of you here. You didn't go out together, you didn't meet his friends, he stayed with you ninety percent of the time, and so you had no idea what you would have to face in the long run.
Your train of thought was interrupted when you felt his hand move to the back of your neck so he could pull you closer for a kiss, and when you automatically returned it, he pushed your back against the wall to trap you there. He was seemingly hell-bent on making you weak in the knees, even managing to get a lustful moan out of you when his fingers tightened around you throat a little.
Why did he have to make things hard for you? Why couldn't he let it go and look for someone else? Someone who would be more comfortable with the idea of living under a microscope thanks to him.
When he finally pulled away a little, you flashed a sad smile at him. âOne last weekend, Max. That's all I can offer,â you told him. Did it hurt to say this? Sure. But you didn't want the changes in your life that he would bring around. You wanted to remain a normal girl, you wanted to be known for what you achieved, not for being the girlfriend of one of the best drivers of your time.
For long seconds he watched you in silence, but eventually he nodded and let go of you. âIf you don't want to come with me, itâs okay. You can go home anytime,â he told you before heading to his room, leaving you there to think about whether or not it was a good idea.
You had known he was attracted to you since day one, after all he told you he wanted to kiss you back then. But you wanted to stay true to the agreement that brought you here, you didn't want complications, so you kept a certain distance as long as you could. He made it hard, but you managed quite well. Or so you thought.
Going with him after this conversation would have been awkward, you knew that. The only thing you could do now was packing your things and leaving as soon as you could, hoping he would be over you soon. He deserved to be happy, but he should be happy with someone else.
You: I guess you need some alone time so I don't want to bother you. But I'm leaving. Thanks for everything, and good luck for the weekend.
You put down your phone and went back to closing your suitcase, not expecting a response to your message. But then, a mere half a minute later, there was an unmistakable beep that filled the room.
Max: I'm not okay with you leaving and not coming with me after all, but fine, I'll respect your decision. I hope one day you'll tell me why you can't love me.
Did he really believe you couldn't love him? You decided to keep a distance, but it didn't mean you hadn't fallen in love with him along the way. With a groan, you left your suitcase behind and moved over to his room, knocking on the door and waiting for his response with your heart pounding fast in your chest. You heard his invitation, so you went inside and climbed into his bed without saying a word.
Max looked surprised, but he didn't say a word, only watched you patiently, waiting to see what your plan was. And you didn't stop, you climbed on top of him and leaned down to cup his face. âDon't you ever think that I can't love you. I do,â you told him softly before giving him a quick peck on the lips.
âThen why are you leaving?â he asked you hoarsely.
âBeing with you would draw attention to me too every time people saw us together. I'm not ready for that,â you explained sadly as you began to place kisses along his jawline. If you were about to part, at least you could make your last evening together memorable.
Max captured your lips as his hands began to explore your body, and he apparently decided to take the lead from you when he flipped you around so he would be on top now. You expected him to say something, but the most you got was a deep growl when he slid his hand under your panties and felt how wet you were for him already.
Sex was great, but there was a chance of staying for good if you spent too much time in his arms, this is why you slowly peeled him off yourself and tried to get out of bed to collect your clothes. But he didn't let you, he just pulled you closer if that was even possible.
âYou know I'd tell people who come after you to fuck off, right? I wouldn't let anyone make you sad,â he told you.
âI know.â
âThen stay. I'll protect you.â
You turned around to face him and he took this chance to kiss you again, making you giggle like some idiot. It was so tempting to agree, to stay here with him and enjoy the way he spoiled you with his attention. You let out a sigh as you watched him, your eyes exploring his face as if you were trying to memorize every little detail before leaving. Maybe that's what was happening. Maybe your brain had subconsciously already made this decision for you.
Max probably knew what you were thinking about, and his next words confirmed your suspicion. âWe could have so many more nights like this. Just you and me, in the safety of our home. And you wouldn't have to come to every race weekend, only a few important ones if you felt like it,â he tried to convince you.
After a few seconds of silence, you reached for his hand to lace your fingers. âThis is your home race this weekend. Must be important,â you began slowly, earning a nod from him, which was soon followed by a boyish smile. âIf I receive one hateful comment, I'm out.â
âNoted,â Max said with a laugh before pulling you on top of him. You kissed him again, fingers tangled in his hair as you finally began to let yourself go. âI love you, kitten.â
You smiled at him as you rested your forehead against his, eyes locked the whole time. âI love you too, you maniac.â
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Hi love the five you do I was wondering if you can do a Carlos x y/n where Carlos is gonna propose or just a day where he spends time with his girlfriend and their son
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Carlos considered himself a very lucky man. He truly had everything he could ever want.
A successful career, an amazing home in Spain, but the most prized possession was by far his family: you and little Matteo.
You and Carlos had been together for a couple of years when you found out you were pregnant with your baby boy, Matteo. You were quite nervous at the beginning when you found out, not knowing if it was the right time for a baby. Especially because Carlos' career with Ferrari had just begun.
But for Carlos, it was a no brainer.
He had wanted a family ever since he was a little boy, and he couldn't remember ever being as happy as he was when you told him you were pregnant. And thankfully, upon seeing his reaction, there was no doubt in your mind that Carlos would be the best father in the world to your baby.
And now, almost 5 years later down the road, you were absolutely standing by that statement. Matteo was the carbon copy of his father, those big brown eyes and that hair undoubtedly inheriting from Carlos.
You could never resist your boys, especially when they would both come to you with those big puppy brown eyes. You were melting in seconds under their shared gaze.
You were the happiest a woman can be, with your boyfriend and your son beside you. It couldn't get any better.
Except it was about to.
Carlos and Matteo had been plotting for a while behind your back, making sure everything was ready for the moment Carlos had been waiting for ever since he met you: asking you to marry him.
He had come up with a whole plan, nothing grand because you liked keeping things simple, but special nonetheless.
The morning of the day began like any other. Waking up with Carlos, getting some cuddles in before the day would start, and Matteo decided to join in on the cuddles as he came running into your bed with his stuffed chili in his hand.
"Good morning, baby boy. Did you sleep well?" you asked Matteo as he settled in on your chest, his small hands wrapped around your waist as much as he could reach.
"I dreamed of you and papa" Matteo said, giggling as you and Carlos shared a look.
"Oh, and what were we doing in this dream of yours?' Carlos asked, sneaking glances at you from the corner of his eyes.
You didn't know it, but Matteo and Carlos had planned this weeks in advance.
"It's a secret" Teo giggled, making you smile and smother him with kisses all over his face, eliciting squeals of joy from the little boy.
The 3 of you sat there in silence for a couple of minutes, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of a family morning. Carlos was nervous, but he was doing his best to hide it from you. He had the whole day planned, and he was going to make sure everything went accordingly.
To start, he had to tell you that he would be taking you on a surprise trip today.
"Mi amor, I have a surprise for you today. But I need you to get ready to leave in about an hour" Carlos said, his voice small as to not disturb the snoozing toddler on your chest.
But that thought was quickly silenced when Matteo opened his eyes, smiling cheekily at his father.
"Where are we going?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. Carlos hadn't mentioned taking you anywhere until now, so it was really out of the blue for you.
"It's a surprise, mama!" Matteo said, giggling as he got up from your chest and sprinted out of the room and to his own bedroom to get ready, putting on the outfit he had chosen with Carlos the night before.
"You heard our little man, it's a surprise" Carlos said, pecking your lips before he got up from the bed and went straight to the bathroom.
Your skepticism was at an all-time high, but you just shook your head and smiled fondly. Even though you had so many questions for both Carlos and Matteo, you couldn't help but indulge them in their endeavor.
Within the hour, the 3 of you were leaving the house, all of you dressed to impress, but still casual. Matteo was the happiest little boy he could be and excited for what was about to happen, Carlos was nervous as hell, and you were oblivious as to what your boyfriend and son had planned.
Firstly, they took you to the hair salon to get your hair done, then they took you to the mall to get your nails done while they shopped for you (albeit doing a very good job at the same time) and then Carlos said you had one more stop on your little surprise journey.
And when you finally made it to the last stop, you felt so many emotions running through you, so many memories suddenly swimming around in your mind.
He had taken you to the hill overlooking Barcelona, the place where he had asked you to be his girlfriend all those years ago.
"It's been so long since we were here" you said when standing on top of the hill, looking around at your home city that stretched out beneath your eyes.
Carlos was standing behind you, having given his phone to little Matteo so he could record what was about to go down.
Matteo started recording and pointed the camera to the two of you, giggling quietly to himself.
Carlos silently took out the velvet box he had been hiding for months, long before he started organizing this whole thing, and cleared his throat, prompting you to turn around.
The realization suddenly hit you, seeing Carlos holding a ring in his hand and your precious son getting the whole moment on camera.
"You cheeky guys" you laughed, tears already flowing down your cheeks like a waterfall.
"Smile, mama!" Matteo said, smiling widely behind the camera.
"Y/N, no words could fairly explain how much I love you and how much better my life has been since I met you. You are the center of my universe, the only woman I could ever dream of spending the rest of my days with, the best mother to our son, the only woman I am going to love for the rest of my life. You made me the happiest man in the world when you gave me our son, and I want to try and make you at least nearly as much as you've made me. Y/N, will you make me and Matteo the happiest guys in the world and marry me?" Carlos finished his speech, tears welling up in his eyes.
You were full-on crying right now, your words stuck in your throat as you tried to compose yourself.
"Say yes mama!!" Matteo yelled from besides you, making both you and Carlos burst you laughing.
"Yes, Carlos" you managed to say, prompting Carlos to scoop you up in his arms, laughing idly in your ear.
"Yay!!" Teo cheered loudly while jumping up and down, making the two of you laugh and bring him into your hug.
Oh, how you loved your little family.
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kiss it better
pairing(s): jack hughes x fem!reader
summary: jack's injury takes a toll on his and y/n's relationship, when tensions come to rise. emotions get the best of them and, feelings are hurt and tears fall. but that's nothing a little kissing or more can fix.
warnings: smut 18+ (idk what happened..), lots of angst, emotional reader and jack. cussing, fluff, cuteness, use of pet names and y/n.
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authors note: hi my little loves!! i'm back with another jack fic... no surprise! BUT this is my second back to back upload. look at me. i wrote all of this in one day, BOOM. anyways! this one was a little emotional to write, i'm trying my hand at writing angst, i love angst. i wasn't going to write smut but HEY IT JUST HAPPENED LOL. so hopefully you guys enjoy!! reblog and like if you enjoy <3 as always much love!!
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The devils had a rough year, everyone knew it, with their season ending in a heartbreaking way.Â
Jack had an even tougher year, his season being filled with 2 injuries that led his season to end early, so he could undergo shoulder surgery. We all knew this was coming, it was only just a matter of time.
This time it hit Jack harder than the times before, he felt like he let his team, fans, and family down.Â
Resting and recovering wasn't something Jack liked to do, heâs always been a go go go person, always doing something, always on the ice.Â
 Jim and Ellen went with him to Colorado for his surgery, I stayed back and waited for his arrival back to Jersey. When he arrived back from Colorado from his surgery on Saturday, everything was fine. The first few days had been pretty easy for Jack, sleeping for most of the time. Only getting up to eat, shower, with my help and take his meds.Â
He had been home for a week before tensions in our home started to rise.Â
I woke up to a loud noise coming from the kitchen I think, rubbing my eyes quickly. As I lifted up out of bed, I turned to Jack's side of the bed, to see that he's not there.Â
Quickly slipping on my slippers I make my way down stairs, to see Jack in the kitchen trying to fix himself a bowl of cereal. As I make my way further into the kitchen I see that the milk is spilled all over the counter on the floor, with the bowl also on the floor broken into pieces.Â
I hear Jack mumbling words under his breath that I can't quite make out, but I'm assuming none of them were things I wanted to hear.Â
Jack spots me before I even open my mouth to speak. âShit i'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to wake you up,â he says, looking at me.Â
â I just wanted to make myself breakfast, but I can't even do that.â His head hung low as speaks. I could hear the sadness in his voice.Â
âJack it's okay, I promiseâ I say, making my way towards him. âLet me clean this up, and then I'll make you something, okay?âÂ
âNO!â Jack says loudly, the raise of his voice catching me off guard. âNo, I can clean up my own mess. I made it.âÂ
Taking a deep breath, trying to choose my words carefully, I can already feel the tension in the room rising.Â
âAt least let me help,â I said quietly, not wanting to upset him. âI don't need your help y/n.â Jack says aggressively, âyou've been helping and taking care of me all week.â he says as he turns to grab a towel to clean up the spilled milk.
I stood there in shock, Jack had never talked to me like that before. Anger and sadness ripe through my body. My head is telling me to fight back, but my heart is telling me not too.Â
Im hot on his heels, following behind him, âjack.'' I called out his name, his back turned to me, as he began to clean up the mess. I get no response, âJack'' I say again but a little bit louder this time, which still doesn't get a reaction from him.
My head is beginning to win, now wanting to fight back. I go to grab the towel out of his hands, throwing it in the sink behind me. Grabbing his hip, to turn him towards me so I can look at him.Â
His eyes are locked on the ground, not looking at me. âJack.â I try again for the third time. âTalk to me, what's going on?â softly saying to him, bringing my hand to his chin to lift his face up, to look at me.Â
Jack is quick to rip his face from my hand, âi don't want to talkâ he says looking straight at me now. Tears of anger, sadness, frustration swimming around in his eyes. âI'm going to clean up my mess, and youâre not going to help, leave it alone.â he says sternly at me.
My eyes are beginning to fill with tears of my own, not wanting to cry in front of him, not wanting to speak and argue with him to make the situation worse. I nod at him and make my way out of the kitchen, tears falling on my face as soon as I do.Â
I just wanted to help him, be there for him, he needs someone right now even if he won't say it. I know this is hard on him, mentally and physically, but that doesn't make his actions okay.
All of these thoughts are running through my head as I make my way to our shared bedroom. Making my way to the closet, deciding to start getting ready for the day, there's no way I'll be able to sleep after this.Â
Tears are still falling on my face, I want to go back down there and say something, help him, talk to him, give him a hug. Do anything that I can for him, but I know he doesnt want that right now, he made that very clear. The situation is already tense enough.Â
While getting ready for the day, I decided to give Jack space today. It seems to be what he wants from me right now. The tears have stopped falling for now, but my thoughts and feelings haven't stopped wandering.
I hear Jack enter our room, as I finish up my makeup, my body instantly tenising up, taking a deep breath I make my way out the bathroom. Grabbing my jacket, my back turned to him, there's so many things I want to say to him but I keep them to myself.Â
I can feel Jack making his way closer to me, his front facing my back, his hand sliding on my waist.Â
âBabyâ he quietly says, the sound of his voice making me nervous. Taking a deep breath, I turn to face him, my eyes beginning to water again. Our eyes locked, I can tell he's been crying. I want to reach out to him, but i don't, scared of his reaction.Â
Jack's hand is still on my waist, pulling me slightly closer to him. I'm the first to speak, I can't handle the silence anymore. âI'm going to run a few errands, I'll be back in a few hours. Text me if I need anything "I say softly, looking at the ground.
âI want to talkâ Jack speaks again, I internally scoff at him, so now you want to talk.Â
���I don't want to talk to you right now jack.â I say, making my way towards the bedroom door. Jack followed behind me, âthat's a little childish don't you think? walking away, when i'm trying to talk to youâ he says a little louder this time.
Anger is flowing through my veins, hot angry sad tears are now falling down my cheeks. âYou don't get to speak to me like that.'' I say a wip my body around to face him. âYou don't get to decide when we talk, or when I want to talk to you! '' I say with a voice full of venom. âYou didn't want to talk 45 minutes ago, when I tried to talk to you. So yes jack, I am walking away. I have things to do. I don't want to be around someone who treats me like shit when Iâm trying to be there for themâÂ
My voice is losing its battle of being strong, my emotions are winning, as my voice begins to trail off. I'm not stopping there, quick to cut off jack as he opens his mouth.Â
âActually, we are going to talk now.â I say, throwing my jacket on the ground. âI am trying my best to be the best I can for you right now. As much as you won't admit it, you need me right now, you're so stubborn that you won't let me. Let me be there for you, let me help you, we are in this together, stop acting like you are doing this alone.âÂ
âI know this is hard on you in so many ways, I'll never know what you're going through, but let me be there, talk to me. This isn't easy on me either, seeing the person you love the most in pain and you can't help them.â I'm beginning to sob at this point, trying my best to get everything out that I want to say. I'm not sure if I'll have the strength to do it again.Â
Taking a few steps, to stand in front of Jack, grabbing his face in my hands, tears also streaming on his face. He leans into my touch this time, instead of pulling away.Â
âI love you so much, don't push me away, please.'' I say staring in his eyes, looking for a response. Instead of words, Jack pushes his lips to mine, the kiss surprising me, knocking me off my feet almost. My hands never leave his cheeks, our mouths moving in sync, in a passionate kiss.Â
Jack pulled away first, lips swollen, our chests both rising. âI'm so sorryâ Jack begins â I'm so grateful for your help and love during all of thisâ âthisâ he gestures to his shoulder which is sitting strapped up in a brace. âThis is dragging me down. I hate it. I can't do anything for myself, i feel so bad when i ask for help im scared that I'm annoying you.â he says, âyou'll never annoy me, Jack.'' I say while running my finger under his eyes, wiping away the tears.Â
âThank you for being here for me. I do need you, I'll always need you.â he finishes, before I have the chance to speak, jack is reconnecting our lips.
 Walking us back towards the bed, where he sits on the edge, his free arm urging me to sit on his lap. I pull away quickly, â Jack, I can't. I don't want to hurt youâÂ
âYou wont hurt me baby, what's hurting me is you not being on my lap, kissing me. Now get up hereâ he says with a smirk, pulling my body down to rest on top of his.Â
Once I'm settled safely on his lap, Jack immdentially pulls my face down, to reconnect our lips together.Â
Our makeout session is picking up, our hips grinding together, lips moving frantically together, jacks tongue slipping into my mouth, clashing with mine.
We haven't been this close in awhile, I've missed his body, his lips on mine. With another roll of my hips, Jack pulls his lips back groaning, throwing his head back.
Giving me the perfect access to his brace free shoulder, kissing and sucking on exposed skin of his neck. His grip on my waist tightening as our bodies move together.Â
âBaby, I need more. Please.â Jack whines out to me, âI need to see you, I want to feel you, please, pleaseâÂ
I pull back from his neck, his eyes filled with desperation. âAre you sure? I don't think we should, your shoulder, I don't want to hurt you jack.â I can see his heartache when I say those words to him.Â
âBaby, I'm okay. I need you so badly, fuckâ he says breathlessly as he beings to move our hips together again. I moan, as Jack connects our lips again, his hand sliding under my shirt, urging me to pull it off. In a quick motion I pull it above my head, leaving me in my bra.Â
âOff. off. I want it off baby '' Jack says pulling at the straps of my bra. I reach behind me to unclip it, throwing it somewhere behind me.Â
Jack is quick to grasp one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and lightly biting it, the sensation causing me to moan out from above him. âFuck Jack, yes fuck.â our hips moving at a quicker space, the dampness between my legs growing by the second, I can feel Jacks bulge swell benenth me.Â
âJack.â I moan out as he sucks and licks both of my breasts. âJack i need more fuck, but i dont want to hurt you.'' I whimper. âI know baby I can feel itâ he says in between the kisses his trailing up my neck. An idea pops into my head as his lips are about to meet mine again, I pull away. âmove and sit up against the headboard.â I say to him, Jack's eyes widen in surprise.Â
I get off of him, and he quickly makes his way to the top of the bed, his back resting against the headboard.
I began to unzip my jeans, pulling them down my legs along with my underwear, leaving me completely bare in front of him. I began to crawl to Jack on the bed. I reached him, grabbing the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down his legs, leaving him bare.Â
I take in his state, eyes swimming with lust and love, pupils blown, chest falling, lips swollen. He looks beautiful, brace and all.
Wasting no more time, I sit myself back down on his lap, his cock resting warm and hard against my inner thigh. âHiâ I said to him, âIs that what you wanted? Want me to kiss everything better?â I say, grabbing the base of his cock, lifting up so I can align myself with him.
Without warning I sink down on Jack's cock, the both of us groaning at the same time. I'll never get used to the way Jack feels inside me, the burn between my thighs feels dealicious, I want more. I need more.Â
âFuck baby.â Jack whines out, his free hand grabbing my waist harshly. âI need you to move please.â âlike this?â I say as I raise up slightly and slide back down on his cock.
âYes, like that baby, fuck. More. More.â Jack says as he's looking up at me, so desperate and needy.Â
I decide I'll stop tourchoring the both of us, as I lift off of him completely and sink down again. The action causing me to throw my head back in pleasure. âFuck jack you feel so goodâ i say as I begin to ride at him at a slow pace.Â
âFaster, fuckâ jack groans from below me, getting tired of the pace he begins to thrust his hips to mine.Â
âRight there jack pleaseâ. The angle of this thrusts hits my clit perfectly, causing shock waves to crash through my body. I can feel myself beginning to get tired, needing something to grab on too.Â
Grabbing the headboard behind Jack, I lift myself off of him, and sink back down, putting all of my weight into the headboard, to create more leverage.Â
The new movement causes my whole body to shutter. glancing below me, Jack's head is leaning back against the headboard, eyes closed, mouth open moaning below me.
As if he can feel me looking at him, he opens his eyes, pushes himself off the head board and takes my left nipple into his mouth, his eyes remain on mine.Â
I began to speed up my movements, causing the whole bed to move below us.Â
âFuck right there baby.â Jack moans out to me, his hand moving from my waist to the back of my neck pulling it down to connect our lips.Â
Moans spilling out between the both of us, I can feel the coil starting to build in my stomach, as our hips meet.Â
âJack fuckâ i moan out i a throw my head back, now resting my hands on his hips.Â
âI can feel you clintching around fuck baby.â âim almost there fuckâ slamming myself harder down on his cock.Â
Jack trailing his hand down the front of my body, stopping where weâre connected, his fingers finding my clit instantly, pinching and rubbing it between his fingers.Â
âOh my god, fuckâ I drop my head to jacks neck, still working myself against him.
âDon't stop, don't stop.â I yell out to him, I can feel my legs beginning to shake
âBaby I'm about to cum.â Jack lifts his hand from my clit, forcely grabbing the back of my head, smashing our lips together, teeth and tongues clashing.Â
One last snap of our hips, and I'm cumming. My head dropping to Jack's shoulder, incoherent things are falling from both our lips as we chase our highs together.
After a few seconds I gained enough strength to pull myself up. I can feel Jack's hand rubbing up and down my back.Â
I sit back enough to fully look at him. Our chests falling quickly, trying to catch our breaths. âThat was the hottest thing I've ever seen.'' Jack says to me, his hand moving to push hair out of my face. âDid so good for me babyâ I smile at him, before I'm quickly pulled back into reality when I remember his shoulder.
âJack. your shoulderâ i say frantically, âare you hurt? I knew we should have done this. Oh god "I say as I'm trying to push myself off of him quickly.Â
âHey hey, baby I'm fine.â Jack says as he grabs a hold of my face, his eyes locked with mine. âHell, I'm more than fine. I'm great, all because of youâ he smiles fully at me.Â
My nerves settle a little, as I look over at him to make sure he's actually okay. Jack laughs at my concern as his face follows my movements. âBaby i promise i'm okayâ he chuckles out to me again.
âOkay sorry, for caring about you.â I sigh dramatically out to him. âHey now, none of thatâ he says, pulling my face closer to his again.Â
âCome kiss me better.â he whispers out before connecting our lips.Â
#nhl fanfiction#nhl hockey#nhl imagine#nhl x reader#nhl fic#new jersey devils#jack hughes#jack hughes x y/n#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes smut
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Cumming home to you <3
Nicholas Alexander Chavez
Ok, itâs pretty shitty, Iâve written this in 30mins, n im too lazy to write smut. (Besides Iâm shit at it on a good day.)
here ya go cuties.
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Nicholas Alexander Chavez comes home late to his gf after a long day of filming, after many attempts of trying to get freaky they decide - fuck, weâre both too tired.
Warnings: Girl none?
Iâd sat on the couch watching a cooking show, it was the most entertaining channel on at the time and seeing as the night was drawing to a close, I needed something easy to watch. It was my first week in our new apartment and Nick certainly was working his ass off for it. I numerously checked the time on the microwave in the kitchen and watched as the minutes passed.
I pulled the blanket up higher to my chin, slowly fluttering my eyes trying to keep them open. A tough inner battle. Being alone in the house it wasnât hard to keep them open, when alone Iâm always restless, however I was overtired. A wave of sleepiness hit me harder causing me to slump to the side of the couch. The words from the television became unintelligible and I began to drift away.
It felt like it had been two minutes before I woke to see Nicholas had finally gotten home and stood over me, pecking my cheek and playing with my hair.
âCome on princess off to bed.â He whispered. I struggled to open my eyes and glanced at the time again.
â2am! Nicholas! Are you ok baby?â
He smiled at my concern.
âIâm fine babe, just let me get you to bed.â
I mumbled before nick swooped me up in his arms and carried me to bed. I stretched and sprawled out in the centre of the bed before groaning in satisfaction.
âIâm sorry baby, Iâm so tired.â
âYouâre fine my darling girl. Iâll just go for a shower and Iâll be right back. Iâm sorry for coming home late and waking you.â
He walked into the bathroom the next room over and turned the water on.
-
The steam began to snake its way into the bedroom. After a few minutes I managed to pull my dead weight up off the bed and dragged my body to the bathroom doorway staring at Nickâs physique behind the shower glass.
I slowly began to pull off my shirt and kick off my pants. I heard the water turn off and Nicholas got out drying himself then wrapping the towel around his waist. He finally noticed me standing in the doorway in my old, ratty underwear. He bit his lip before coming close to me.
âWhat are you doing babe? You ok?â
I smirked at him, placing my hand onto his abdomen. He looked down to my hand and smiled closing the gap even more.
âI was going to get into the shower.â
âOh damn it!â He joked, âCome on baby, letâs just go to bed itâs late.â He lent over and kissed me on the forehead.
I looked up at him and gave him puppy eyes a slight frown.
He looked away. âOh come on! I feel bad that I woke you up.â
I placed my hand on his cheek before pulling him into a kiss.
He leant in with no hesitation and tangled his fingers into my hair. We both closed our eyes in each otherâs embrace as Nicholas began to make his way from my lips down my neck. I took my hands behind my back before undoing my bra. He kept all his attention to my collar bone leaving sloppy kisses. He pulled away sensing the warmth from my breast and stepped back to glance at them. My forearms rested in his, he stared in complete adoration and love.
âYouâre so gorgeous and perfect.â
He placed his hands onto my chest before going back into the kiss. I moved my hands down to his towel and gently tugged, teasing him.
âMhmmâ He hummed, nodding in the kiss.
I pulled it off before he lifted me up and carried me back to the bed.
He placed me down delicately before crawling over me.
He was out of breath and visibly excited.
âHow was work handsome?â I asked keeping my hand on his face his stocky frame above me.
He stopped puzzled, already panting from the little action.
âYeah it was alright baby. Long and boring but itâs ok because weâre about to wrap up filming soon. Tell you what got me through it, you. I couldnât help but think about you all day. Iâm so happy itâs over so we can be in this moment right now.â
I felt a grin grow wider across my face.
âEspecially the snap that you sent earlier, that REALLY helped me wind down.â He chuckled, winking.
My eyes widened as I gasped, slapping him playfully on the chest, âNick! Oh my god!â I couldnât help but laugh and he soon joined in with me placing his forehead against mine.
âYou know what this is nice. How about we just do this.â
âOh thank god!â I said, âIâm so fucking knackered.â
I rolled onto my side and felt Nick press himself up against me, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head into the crook of my neck.
He smirked at my reaction. âOh ok! You came onto me remember!â
I smiled at him, âWell itâs hard not to.â
âYou wanna know whatâs hard?â
I turned my head back to look at him grinning before rolling my eyes.
We had some more pillow talk while he continued to spoon me.
âWeâre definitely on in the morning, you know that?â
âOh yes!â He triumphantly pumped his fist.
#nicholas alexander chavez#fanfic#fluff#general hospital#monstererikandlylemenedezstory#grotesquerie#ryan murphy#fx
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Like A Lamb
**Idea taken from @nerdpoe's post- What the hell is this "Infinite Realms"?**
John Constantine would never call himself a kind man, much less a good man, but the kid at the corner table of this fast food restaurant was making him want to be both.
Not that Johnâs kindness would really help the kid, in the long run.
Heâd seen so many things in all the time heâd been alive- wondrous and horrific in equal measure, but this boy- this teenager, barely out of childhood, was probably the most heart-breaking.
John had known sacrifices- marked by both men and demons. Heâd seen the crumpled bodies after the fact, and sometimes heâd been able to save them beforehand. None of them were like this boy. Marked like a sacrificial lamb down to his bones by the universe- an inevitable end.
The teen was the beginning and the end of worlds- his death would shake the foundations of all that was, could be, and is. Time would stutter to a stop before restarting with a different beat, and John could do nothing to delay or stop what was coming.
How in the world could this kid still smile and laugh with his friends? How could he not feel the weight of an entire reality on his shoulders? If John, sitting across a dining room from him, could feel the pressure, why wasnât the boy buckling under it?
Johnâs phone alerted him to a text from Zatanna- he was needed by the JLD.
With a sigh, he fished out the strongest protection amulet he had on him. It wouldnât save the teen, but maybe it would make the rest of his life a little easier.
The kid looked up at him as he approached, all smiles and young innocence. John Constantine thrust the amulet into his hand and then turned, stalking out of the Nasty Burger.
He needed to tell the Justice League. Amity Park needed protection- there was a kid there whose death would change the world.
~~~
Danny flipped the little charm around in his hands, trying to figure it out. The sad trenchcoat man had handed it to him before leaving, and he had no idea why.
âWhat do you think it is, Danny?â
He shrugged. For some reason he didnât want to hand it over to Sam for her to inspect it.
âDunno. It feels important, though. I might take it to Pandora- sheâs been teaching me a bit of magic stuff, so she can probably parse it out.â
For some reason, Danny knew he would recognize that man again if he ever saw him, despite only having looked at him for a moment. Something in his core rumbled contently as he tucked the amulet carefully into the back of his phone case.
The next few weeks, Danny found himself having suspiciously good luck. The food at home didnât come to life, ghosts didnât attack as much, Dash wasnât a problem at school, and even the Fentons hadnât been as insistent on catching Phantom.
That was another weird thing- His brain didnât seem to compute that Jack and Maddie were his mom and dad anymore. He knew heâd been creeping toward that ever since his death, but it was like a switch had been flipped overnight. The Fenton adults no longer registered as his parents.
Finally he had a chance to slip into the Realms and head for Pandora, who took one look at the amulet he held out to her and laughed.
âYou have been adopted, young one, and your core accepted.â
âAdopted?â
âYour nature is to protect- it sings in your blood and guides your instincts. An adult offered you protection, a safe haven, and you took them up on it. Had someone your own age done the same, your relationship with them would be vastly different.â
Danny frowned at the charm, but he didnât put it down- it didnât even occur to him to get rid of it.
âWhy did he- what made him do that?â
Pandora ruffled his hair.
âHe saw someone who needed protecting, I assume, and acted as he ought.â
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âBats, I donât know what the Infinite Realms are. Yes, I know they exist. I just donât know when they started to exist, and when my knowledge of the afterlife became outdated.â
Batman glared, and John rolled his eyes at the other man.
âMagic shit happens all the time. Zatanna can tell you just as well as I can that the Realms didnât exist a year ago- and also that theyâve existed for millenia.â
âIâve found a summoning spell for the king of the realms, but it requires a magic user. Zatanna is off-planet, so youâre up.â
John looked over at the speaker, Red Robin, whose slight form and dark hair made him think of the boy heâd left to die.
Heâd thought of the boy more often than not- any research into the kind of sacrifice that would have so much power came to a dead end, and John Constantine hated that there was really and truly nothing he could do for the kid.
Maybe this Infinite Realms person might know something?
âFine. What are the details?â
Red Robin perked up and handed over a heavy tome.
âBatman and I already set up the ritual space in the conference room, and a few other heroes are there to help out if the king is hostile.â
âOf course you have. Letâs go, then.â
The two bats swept off down the hallway, and John followed behind, studying the spell he would need to cast. It was fairly simple, and luckily wouldnât require blood. He hated the ones that required blood.
As he stood over the sigils and spoke the ritual spells, the floor inside the protective circle began to writhe and bubble a toxic neon green. It was all John could do to stand straight as a rush of air spilled from the portal into the wide room, bringing with it the heavy taste of caution.
The Justice League took a step back as the first clawed hand reached out from the green, white and stretched beyond humanity. It scrabbled for purchase before finding it and pulling.
The creature that exited the swirling mass was something John had never seen before. If the situation wasnât so tense, he might describe the creature as catlike, with a black body and white legs, as well as piercing green eyes. The similarities stopped, however, when the inky body flickered and lit up from within with the pinpricks of millions of stars and endless void.
This was a baby god, filled with the dreams of deities long forgotten and fueled by the hope of those still clinging on to life.
Its green eyes swept over the gathered heroes before coming to rest on John, and for a moment he felt as if his tattered soul was being judged by the cosmos.
And then the creature folded in on itself, the tense air around it changing from bitter caution to sweet relief, and John found himself face to face with the teenager from Amity Park.
âHi.â
The boy sounded winded, but happy, and he reached inside his shirt to pull out a small chain necklace. Johnâs amulet was hanging off it, obviously well treasured and cared for.
âDid you know that youâre technically my dad now?â
Something on Johnâs face must have told the boy- the god, the sacrifice both dead and alive- that he was unaware of this fact. The kid shuffled a little, looking sheepishly at the floor.
âYou- uh. Unintentionally offered safe haven. And I accepted without realizing what was going on, and- itâs weird. I collected your soul for you! Didnât bring it with me, but Iâve got the pieces youâre missing.â
âI think you both need to sit down and discuss this.â
Bless Diana.
âCan you leave the circle, young one?â
The teen beamed at Diana and stepped out of the protective circle, smudging the sigils as he did and closing the portal.
âI can, yeah. Pandora says hi, by the way.â
John watched as the boy chattered away about his ghost friends to Diana while she led him to a seat, and then sighed, moving to join them. If he needed help with being a new dad, surely Bats could help, right?
#dp x dc#dp x dc fanfic#danny phantom#john constantine#eldritch danny#dp x dc crossover#ghost king danny
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Rumours
Aemond Targaryen x (Ex)Wife
Chapter VI: Storms đź Masterlist
Summary: Aemondâs wife left him following an explosive fight last week, and he hasnât been able to find rest since.
Warnings: 18+, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, depictions of a toxic relationship, possessive Aemond, shitty and useless coping mechanisms, reference to violence and injuries
Word count: 2300
A/N: Thank you always sweet sweet Justine (@theoneeyedprince) for looking this over and giving me ideas đ¤ ILY! The lyrics are interwoven with the story in this chapter, hope it makes sense! As you can tell, this is set a week after his wife left him, and before he wrote his new songs for RumoursâŚ
âEvery night that goes between, I feel a little lessâ
8 hours and 25 minutes.
Thatâs how much sleep heâd gotten in the last week.
Since the fight.
Fights. Plural.
It wasnât the first time heâd gotten into a physical altercation with his brother. His childhood memories are tainted by endless disputes, especially after their father died, back when Aegon would sneak out to get drunk while their mother worried sick at home.
Why was his brother seemingly incapable of behaving well? Aemond saw how his mother worried herself sick over her oldest son, while also having to deal with grieving the loss of her husband, and navigate the internal political turmoil the death of such an influential man left behind. And Aegon couldnât even spare her further heartache.
Fucking pathetic excuse of a man.
It was, however, the first time he had hurt his wife. Physically, that is. Sheâd told him heâd hurt her before, when his jealousy got the best of him.
He knows heâs crossed a line. As soon as he lost his temper and threw that plate against the wall. Dangerously close to where she was standing.
He regrets it all. Why did it even have to happen in the first place? If she had just cooperated with him; worked with him instead of against him. Instead of hiding things from him, talking with Tyland behind his back.
He always knew that sheâd leave. One day.
Heâd never leave her.
Frustrated, Aemond lets out a quiet sigh and gets up from the bed, moving to sit on the edge, slouching as he places his head in his hands. He suddenly notices how quiet the room is; the loud thoughts echoing in his mind momentarily disappear as he ponders what he could do instead of sleeping.
He moves quietly to not wake Alys next to him, whose heavy breathing provides the only real sounds in the room. It is almost eerily quiet now that he thinks about it; such a stark contrast to the insufferable buzzing of thoughts roaming around in his head.
Rest doesnât come to him anymore. ďżź
His mind canât provide him with any repose. Not even for a second.
He closes the door to the bedroom with a quiet âclickâ and exits, moving towards the balcony connected to the large, open-plan living room.
She had picked this apartment, together with him.
Our home.
The memories of going to look at cabinets for the kitchen together, choosing a sofa together, fucking on said sofa, overtake his mind before he can distract himself.
âAs you slowly go away from meâ
When he realised that sheâd left and wouldnât come back, he tried to erase her from the space, shoving all of her belongings into one of the wardrobes in the spare bedroom.
He couldnât bear to throw them out. He couldnât bear to see them either. Sheâd left behind everything heâd ever given her; all gifts heâd carefully picked out for her. Seeing her wedding ring on top of the kitchen island, next to the divorce papers and the shattered plate on the floor had made his stomach turn when he came home from the hospital.
âThis is only another testâ
Heâd suffered much harsher trials than this.
When he lost his eye in a car crash at only 10 years old, he suffered through the most excruciating pain of his life. He had to relearn everything; how to focus his gaze, how to read and write without developing a headache, how to play his favourite sports without running into his opponents. ďżź
Heâd managed all that, yet this time he felt consumed by an aching sense of dread.
A hopelessness deep in his chest.
âEvery night you do not comeâ
It was all too late. No turning back.
âYour softness fades awayâ
He knows that the aching dread is the longing he feels for her. The thought of never touching her again, never being close to her again. ďżź
Never being in her embrace again.
He feels a chill run through his body as he settles on the armchair placed by the wall, overlooking the bright lights of Kingâs Landing.
Reaching for the pack of cigarettes on the nearby table, he takes one out and lights it before taking a long drag, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back to rest against the back of the chair.
Sheâd chosen the patio furniture as well.
He fucking resents himself in this moment. Why is his body, his mind, incapable of doing what he wants? Forget her. She sure as hell wants to forget him.
âDid I ever really care that muchâ
âIs there anything left to sayâ
When she left during the fight backstage last week, he had wanted to run after her. But then he threw one quick glance at his older brother, and could barely see his expression due to all the blood smeared over his face.
He called out to him, but Aegon didnât answer, laying limply on the old leather sofa with one arm hanging from the side and his mouth open. That was when Jace had come back in, face turning white in an instance as he was confronted with the scene before him, pulling out his phone from his pocket with a shaky hand to call an ambulance.
Aemond went with his brother to hospital, waiting by his side until he regained consciousness while trying to calm his distressed mother and wide-eyed sister. They had looked at him in the same way she had; eyes filled with animosity. He could barely meet their gazes as shame left his cheeks scalding.
âEvery hour of fear I spendâ
âMy body tries to cryâ
All he could think of at that moment was coming home. Home to her. To her warmth.
âLiving through each empty nightâ
âA deadly call insideâ
He takes another drag of his cigarette. Not being able to sleep, to eat, to think clearly is so foreign to him. Itâs like when he lost his eye; he has to relearn everything. How to fucking breath.
Thereâs this restlessness inside him that wonât disappear, no matter how hard he tries to exorcise it. Heâd tried going for walks; his usual go-to when he needed to clear his mind.
On one of those walks heâd smoked an entire pack of cigarettes.
How much time had passed? How long had he been out? He could hardly remember where heâd gone, what heâd seen or what time of day itâd been.
Heâs lucky to have grown up in the centre of Kingâs Landing, knowing every street by heart, intuition leading his steps as he eventually finds his way back home. To an empty flat, haunted only by the memory of her.
She haunts him worst internally though, through his own mind.
There, in the eye of his mind, he sees his greatest fear; her with another man.
Any time he closes his eyes, the same image greets him; her, naked in the arms of another, throwing her head back in bliss.
She sighs and moans, letting her new man know how good heâs making her feel. She tells him too; that heâs the best sheâs ever had.
She runs her hand down his cheek, unmarred and smooth. No harshly red scar, no unpleasant raised skin. Someone pretty, like her.
âI havenât felt this way I feelâ
âSince many a years agoâ
He tried drinking; Aegonâs lobotomy of choice.
After downing two bottles of the Dornish red heâd received from some business associate when he was still working with his grandfather, he found sleep for 1 hour and 12 minutes before waking up with a racing heart and body covered in a slick sheet of cold sweat.
He would have tried talking to someone, if the only person he wanted to speak to hadnât blocked his number. Heâd realised that after being connected directly to voicemail each time he called her. That didnât stop him from leaving messages though. First, they were filled with apologies and promises of never losing his cool again, of being better for her, of reassurance that he loves her. But as he grew to understand that she wouldnât come back, his frustrations got the best of him.
He called her just to scream at her, into the nothingness that was her disconnected voicemail.
âI always knew youâd leave me! You fucking liarâ, he spat as he threw his phone against the same wall heâd smashed the plate against.
It doesnât matter. Sheâll never hear them anyway.
The tiny bit of relief he felt afterwards hadnât made any significant difference. He still couldnât sleep, couldnât find even a moment of tranquillity.
He places the cigarette between his teeth as he reaches forward to grab the notebook on the patio table next to his seat.
Thereâs one thing he still hasnât tried.
As he plucks the pencil from where it's hanging on the side of the hardcover, he begins writing without thinking too much of whatâs coming out, letting his hand guide his thoughts as he brings his plagued mind down on the paper.
âIn those years and the lifetimes pastâ
âI did not deal with you, I knowâ
âThough the love has always beenâ
His most recent attempt at finding respite from his mind was sleeping in his bed.
Our bed, he corrects himself with a wince.
Heâd met Alys Rivers, manager at Riverland Creative Agency, earlier that day when he stopped for a drink during his quotidian nightly walk. She recognised him instantly, swiftly approaching him to mask her true intentions with some saccharine small talk. He knew she wanted to inquire about his bandâs management; if they were satisfied with Tyland or if theyâd be persuaded into joining her instead.
But all he could focus on was her hand casually placed on his shoulder as she spoke, her large, green eyes locking with his as she playfully teased him about his stoicism.
The heat radiating from her palm alone lit a fire inside of him, but rather than lust, he felt something akin to longing.
Yearning.
For warmth.
He asked her if sheâd like to have a drink at his house, and when she replied with a wink and a cheeky retort, he knew sheâd give him what he craved.
âSo I search to find an answer thereâ
âSo I can truly winâ
Alys didnât feel like her. Didnât set the fire within him ablaze. Nor did she extinguish it. He didnât feel better; he felt the same.
Restless.
Uneasy.
Different.
Broken.
âEvery hour of fear I spendâ
âMy body tries to cryâ
âLiving through each empty nightâ
âA deadly call insideâ
His hand moves on its own accord, words pouring out from him without having a chance to pass through his consciousness.
âSo I try to say goodbye, my friendâ
âIâd like to leave you with something warmâ
Maybe he never gave her comfort?
Maybe all he did was take?
No. He knows heâs been a dutiful husband. Heâs always been by her side, supporting her no matter what.
Unlike his own father; a shitty husband who was more of a burden on his motherâs shoulders than a pillar to lean on. Aemond knows that heâs nothing like his father. He gave his marriage his all; he never neglected his wife. ďżź
He gave her all of him.
âBut never have I been a blue calm seaâ
âIâve always been a stormâ
But she didnât want his love. She didnât appreciate all heâd done for her. She didnât understand him, not really. If she did, she wouldnât shut him out like this.
Fuck her selfishness.
When he left his grandfather's firm to pursue music full-time, Otto Hightower had threatened to disown him, telling him that heâd make sure all ties Aemond had to the Hightower name would be cut off.
All he knew was how to be a good son and grandson. How to please his grandfather and mother. But when he confided in her about his predicament, asking her for advice on how to handle his grandfather's wrath, sheâd cupped his cheeks and gazed into his eyes as she reassured,
âI am your family now, Aemond. Weâll always have each otherâ ďżź
Liar.
He feels bile rise in the back of his throat as he keeps writing, allowing the feelings he didnât know how to express some outlet. The thought of her now makes him feel sick.
âAlways been a stormâ
âWe were frailâ
He feels stupid; blinded by the light of her love.
âShe said, âEvery night he will break your heartââ
âI should have known from the first, Iâd be the broken heartedâ
Being given such warmth from another person. Thatâs what made him addicted to her.
Heâd never experienced that before, not even from his mother or sister. There was always this restraint; this rift between them, for as long as he could remember.
But she let him in with open arms; let him into her comfort without resistance.
And now sheâd taken that away from him.
âI loved you from the startâ
Looking at the lyrics written down in front of him, he doesnât feel better. His shoulders donât feel lighter. His chest doesnât feel less tight. All he knows is that she did this. She promised to be by his side forever and broke that vow.
He leans back in the chair, fiddling with his lighter in one hand as he reads over the text again. What would she say if she saw how much she hurt him?
Would she come back?
The fleeting thought makes a tight knot form in his throat and he swallows forcefully to make it go away.
Sheâll never come back.
He picks up the paper, letting the fire from the lighter in his other hand grace over the bottom corner, and sets it alight.
A/N: No, this is not a song form Rumours đ¤ but technically he doesnât record it, so I think itâs fair! Tysm for reading đŠľ
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working all day | s.r x fem!reader
ę¨ requested: no
ę¨ genre: smut
ę¨ summary: spencerâs being a brat because youâve been working all day, leaving you no choice but to fix his attitude for him.Â
You had been working all day long, in and out of the house all day. You worked from home most of the time with you being the owner of your company but today you were booked with meetings back to back, barely getting 30 minutes to come home and switch out the paperwork needed for each meeting.
Spencer had the day off which meant he was home alone while you were out at your meetings, only getting to see you when you came home for a brief moment.
The only contact he'd had with you all day was a quick kiss and a goodbye before you left again.
He tried to keep busy while you were out, cleaning the entire house, dusting off old books, doing laundry, he even went as far as watching a modern day romance movie but it didn't work. His mind kept drifting off to you every time he tried to distract himself.
So he tried one last thing, attempting to cook a recipe Rossi had given to him when he announced to the team that you two were moving forward in your relationship and moving in together, it was his house warming gift. With Spencer being so concentrated on trying to perfect the recipe, he hadn't heard you come into the house. You set your things down in your office before walking in the kitchen quietly and wrapping your arms around him from behind.
Spencer tensed for a second before he recognized the familiarity of your arms. He relaxed but he didn't say anything to you, he continued to cut the vegetables. A frown formed on your lips because this was something new. Spencer had never just ignored you like that, especially when you haven't seen each other for most of the day.
"Baby? What's wrong?" You asked, letting go of him and walking around the island to see his face clearly.
He turned around and emptied the bowl of mixed vegetables in the pot on the stove. You were madly confused, you couldn't think of anything you'd down to him all day long, you had barely been home to do anything let alone piss him off.
"Spencer. Look at me, now."
He huffed and turned around, knowing better than to not listen when you used that tone with him. "Don't you have another meeting to attend?"
"Go to the bedroom." He opened his mouth to say something argumentative back but you stopped him before he could form the first word. "Now, Spencer."
He huffed again and put the bowl on the counter and left the kitchen, he knew he would be getting punished but he didn't care, he wanted it. You two hadn't had sex in a week and a half, he was needy.
You watched him walk away until you couldn't see him anymore before going to turn the stove off and move the pot off of the burner. You waited a few minutes before going into your bedroom, wanting to give him a little time to think before you did anything. When you walked in the room, Spencer was sitting patiently on the bed with his arms crossed over his chest and a pout on his pretty, pink lips.
"What's wrong with you today?" You stood in front of him with your arms crossed in front of your chest, mimicking him. Spencer looked everywhere but you and kept his lips turned down.
"Answer me." You grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you, a whine slipping past his lips.
"Today was supposed to be our day together and-and you haven't touched me in a week." His hands fell into his lap.
"My baby is needy. That's what this is all about, you just wanted some attention." You fake pouted and squatted so you were eye level with him. He whimpered and nodded his head, his cock hardening in his pants.
"What have I told you about communication?" You hummed and tilted your head.
"That if I want something then I need-need to ask otherwise you'll never know." If you hadn't been right in front of him, you would've never heard what he said.
You smiled proudly at him and stood up, leaning down to press your lips to his temple. You pulled back and took a good look at Spencer, he was still pouting just with a hard cock this time.
He always did have a hard time with expressing what he wants or how he feels but you were working through it with him, teaching him that it's okay to tell you when he needed something.
Spencer wanted you to touch him, to do something. He didn't even care that the only way you'd be touching him is when you were giving him his punishment, which he knew was coming.
"Are you going to punish me?" He tried not to let his excitement seep through his voice. Spencer stood up and even though he was taller than you by far, you still made him feel small under your gaze.
"It wouldn't be a punishment if you wanted it." You watched him fidget with the hem of his shirt, fingers tugging and twisting it around.
You reached out and took his glasses off of his face, turning around and setting them down on your vanity. You told Spencer to undress down to his boxers, it almost made you laugh with how quickly you heard his clothes being torn off.
You kept your back to him while you took your time with taking your jewelry off and putting it back in it's spot on your vanity, Spencer watched your every move. He tried to stay calm and wait for you to give him another instruction, he wanted to be good for you, he needed to be.
It's hardwired into his brain, he had to be good for you, it was rare he had days like this when he was being rude or short with you. He hadn't had a day like that in a while which is why you weren't going to punish him, you were going to treat it as a warning.
When you finally stopped your teasing, you turned around to see him just like you asked, stripped down to his purple boxers. You walked closer to him and put your hand on the back of his head, pulling him down so you could kiss him.
Spencer kissed you back with just as much force as you did, maybe even more. You let your hand roam over his shoulders and down his back, stopping over his ass before harshly coming down on it once.
He was so surprised by the sudden hit, he whined into your mouth and stumbled forward. You pulled away from him to watch the blush spread down his chest, a satisfied smile on your face.
"Lay on the bed, sweet boy." You gently pushed his chest. Spencer settled onto the bed and waited for you, he rested on his forearms so he could have a clear view of you the entire time. You slowly stripped yourself of your clothes but left your panties on so he could take them off himself, something he loved to do.
You got onto the bed and straddled his thighs, purposely keeping yourself off of his hard cock. You ran your hands over his torso, stopping over his nipples and pinching gently.
"Mommy- please!" Spencer moaned, his back arching towards you as you continued to pinch and roll his nipples between your fingers. He always did have sensitive nipples and you found it entirely adorable, you loved to try and challenge yourself by trying to make him cum from just playing with his chest.
Spencer brought his hands to grab at your hips, he started to pull you forward so you were sitting on his cock instead of his thighs. The sudden pressure on his cock from your weight tore a whine through his throat, his hips bucking up and making you bounce.
"Ok-Okay, baby. I've got you, let me take care of you." You smiled at the desperate boy under you. You lifted yourself off of him and pulled his boxers down, the chilly air in the room sent a shiver down Spencer's spine. You situated yourself on his thighs once again and wrapped your hand around his leaking cock for the first time in a week.
Spencer's eyes closed and his mouth fell open in a loud moan when you started to move your hand, his body jerked slightly at the feeling of your spit hitting his cock. You moved off of his legs and sat on the bed next to him so you could push his legs apart, all while continuing to stroke his cock.
You moved to sit between his legs, you leaned down at took his cock in your mouth. You suckled on the head while your hand moved up and down on the rest of his cock, a moan slipping past your lips at the taste of him.
Spencer's eyes flew open and his hand moved to grip your hair tightly, tears starting to stream down his face.
"I can't- mommy- mmph, gonna cum! Please, can-can
I- please?" He nearly screamed, his thighs starting to shake as you continued to suck on the head of his cock.
You looked up at him and moaned, that was his breaking point, the vibrations shooting through his body.
Your eyes closed at the feeling of his cum hitting your tongue. Spencer's hips lifted up as he finished cumming, his orgasm dying down. You pulled off of him after giving him one last parting suck, a string of spit and cum connecting your mouth to his cock.
Spencer whined at the sight, his hands grabbing at your arms to pull you closer to him. You gave him a soft smile and kissed away the tears staining his cheeks. "Feel better?"
"Yeah-yeah. Think I need more." His voice was quiet but need dripping through his voice, even as quiet as it was. You let out a small laugh and nodded your head, starting to get off of him so you could push your panties to the side.
"Wait- I want to make you feel good."
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Please more poly vampires pleaseđđ! I can hardly ever find x male/masc reader stuff especially about monstersđ. What happens when they take us back to their home. What's gonna happen to us? What will the townsfolk react?
Poly!Vampires x Reader Pt. 2
CW: kidnapping, silas is a freak for a brief moment
waaaaa !! so sorry this took so long !! thank you all for being so patient with me ! >w< <3
update: i mixed up garrick and silas' names im sorry im sorry its fixed now guys im so-
đ Its been a week since the townspeople found your house empty, your bedroom looking like something out of a mystery novel.
đ The bed was stained with blood and claw marks were dug deep into your bedframe with the moonlight illuminating your room through your broken window.
đ It looked as if you've been taken by a creature of the night, but weirdly enough, your luggage was nowhere to be found. Your closet and drawers had clothes missing and the painting you had just finished was gone.
đ Who could have done this?
đ "Garrick, it's your turn to drive!"
đ "Already?! Just one more minute Viktor~?"
đ You're being held hostage, no, hostage wasn't the right word..kidnapped? Enslaved maybe? who knows..All you know was that these..creatures..will never let you out of their sight.
đ You remember that night when you bore witness to their inhuman ways, they were at the foot of your bed when you took out the crucifix under your pillow and held it to Viktor, his eyes turning all red and he hissed at the holy figure.
đ "Ohoho! Our little mortal's smart!" Garrick grins, showing off his sharp fangs.
đ Silas tries to grab you but you dodge, but his long claws managed to cut your cheek, you couldn't say the same for your bedframe..
đ Viktor gets a hold of you and chuckles darkly at your cut, the red liquid bleeding out of it made his mouth water.
đ "My my~ What a fierce little minx you are my darling~" he coos with a raspy cold breath as he licks your wound. The feeling made your stomach churn and your spine shiver.
đ Garrick was busy making a mess of your room and stuffing your clothes in bags. Also stuffing a pair of your underwear in his shirt for himself.. "Come on you idiots! It's almost dawn!" He whisper-yells as he fiddles with the window's lock.
đ Silas rolls his eyes and kicks the window, breaking it and jumping through, with Garrick holding his hand.
đ You were confused beyond compare. Were they really gonna kidnap you?! What's gonna happen to you?! Should you scream for help?!
đ "I'm sorry for this Darling.." Viktor says softly before knocking you out.
đ Now back to the present, the 3 rode around in a caravan, a charming little wagon that doubled as a moving home of sorts. One went in front and drove while the other two looked after you or did other things.
đ Every escape attempt you had would end up in failure, their superhuman senses were no match for you.
đ "Garrick you said that 10 minutes ago!" Viktor growls at the younger vampire.
đ Garrick groans "Fiiiiiine!" He says before giving you one last hug and kiss and going out with a coat to shield him from the sun.
đ You had about 10 seconds to yourself before Viktor sits down next to you and pulls you onto his lap.
đ "Oh how I missed your warmth little mortal~" He purrs, kissing your neck which made you tense up in fear of his fangs. He feels your heart beat faster and smirks. "Am I making you nervous~?" He teases.
đ Silas comes over and smacks the dark-haired man on the head "Enough Viktor! Don't you think our precious little darling is frightened already?" he scolds before smiling down at you warmly. Viktor just rolls his eyes and buries his face into your neck.
đ He hands you a cup of tea and sits down across from you and Viktor "Drink up dear, mortals like you need to stay warm in the winter~"
đ Silas was the most respectful one out of the 3, he was always taking care of you and making sure the others didn't make you feel uncomfortable, but of course he was just as obsessive of you as they were.
đ Viktor is such a cuddle bug, always hugging you close every chance he gets. He'd even have the luxury to sleep with you, an activity he hasn't done in a while. He might not need to sleep, but just lying in bed with your adorable sleeping form was like being in heaven for him.
đ Garrick love love loves chatting with you. Rambling to you about people he's killed or jewelry he's looted off of his food weren't the best topics to talk about, but he's got no one else to talk to! And you are his darling after all!
đ And you could do nothing about any of it. You were treated like a glorified pet and there was no way to leave or escape of have any time for yourself..
đ It continued on like this until the caravan came to a stop by a small town. The weather was much colder now than it was in your hometown with rain softly pouring down from the sky.
đ Your heart drops, knowing what they're going to do here.
đ They all come off the caravan, Silas going to give the horses some food. You refused to leave the caravan in your anxiety-stricken state.
đ Garrick notices your nervousness and smiles, sitting next to you and putting his forehead to yours "Darling, you miss home don't you~?" he coos softly.
đ You nod slightly as you refuse to look at him or even move.
đ The vampire sighs and rests his head on your shoulder and holds your hand. "I know honey...but we won't hurt you! And besides, you don't know these people anyway! You scared we'll kill them and stuff? It's fine! We do it all the time!" He laughs. He wasn't making anything better..
đ "You're shit at comforting people Silas." Viktor looks at the red head with a deadpanned expression. "Oh up yours Vik!" Garrick rolls his eyes at him.
đ At least that made you lighten up a bit..
đ Garrick pulls you up from your seat and you get out of the caravan, rain hitting your face before the vampire opens up an umbrella and holds you close to him so you don't get wet.
đ "Its fine dear, this is the last stop before we head back to our new home~" Silas walks over and places a kiss on your cheek.
đ Wait..home?..
đ "Now gentleman! Who's hungry~?"
sorry this is a bit short ! but feel free to request or ask anything about these blorbos! i love em a lot !
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WARNING â ď¸: Coryo is his own warning in and of himself. Delusional!Coryo, Soft!Dark!Coryo, Soft!Dom!Coryo, Reader has some survival instincts, Reader knows keeping Coryo happy keeps her alive and well, cussing, possession, obsession, slight manipulation, sex (p in v), breeding kink.
Chapter 8:
âCoryo, we got some Christmas presents from Sejanus' parents, the Plinths, today.â You announce as soon as your husband walks thru the door.
âYea, Sejanus said he'd tell Ma to send us something.â He tells you removing his coat and hanging it up
âIt was addressed to Coriolanus and Y/N Snow.â You get up from your seat at the kitchen table. Making your way over to Coryo, you ask, âHow did they know we got married, did he tell them?â
âMail from the Capitol takes at least a week to get here, so Sej didn't tell them.â He begins, making large strides towards you. âBut I know he told Ma Plinth about us, so I think she just had a motherly hunch that I'd be making an honest woman out of you.â Coryo smirks, coming up to you.
âOh.â You nod, mouth in an open O shape. Pointing to a bare corner in the one room flat, you announce, âWouldn't that spot be a good one for a Christmas tree?â
âYes, it would be.â Coryo agrees, nodding his head. Looking at you, he asks, âAre there tree lots here?â But before you can answer him, he's going on about the Capitol. âThe Capitol has tree lots, but most families just started buying trees and decorating them again over the last few years.â
Your husband didn't say why and you didn't ask. The unspoken words of after the war hung heavily in the air. You knew that wealthy families only just started decorating trees again because of the aftermath of the war.
A war that took your parents from you; took the childhood you should've had from you.
âThere's Christmas tree lots here, but the trees are small. Barely 4 feet tall.â Was the answer you gave your husband. Pointing at the table in a silent gesture for him to sit down, you go to make him up a plate. As you place a piece of chicken on the plate along with scooping some riced and peas onto the plate as well, you tell your husband, âThe trees in 12 are huge. Bigger than any you've ever seen before. Infact, the only place I imagine to have bigger trees would be District 7.â
âYes, I imagine the lumberjack district would have larger trees then District 12.â The platinum blonde peacekeeper chuckles, taking his seat at the table. âDo you want to pick a tree out after I'm done with my exam, darling?â Coryo asks, watching you intently as you make yourself up a plate.
âUsually men just bring home the tree in the districts; women and children don't help pick it out.â You explain while grabbing your plates and heading over to the table.
Your husband rolls his icy eyes at your words. âWell, in the Capitol families pick the tree out together.â He says, his tone dripping with superiority. Looking at you as you set the plates down on the table, he says, âWe're upholding that Capitol tradition; we're picking out the tree together.â
You're not surprised that he wants to hold onto as many Capitol traditions as he possibly can. It's his heritage after all. But, in a way, isn't it also yours? Your father was a Capitolite after all.
âOkay, then we'll pick out a tree when you're done with the exam.â You smile, turning away from the table and going to the cupboard.
âYou can buy whatever decorations you want while shopping with Sejanus.â Your husband informs you as you grab some glasses.
âPeople usually make ornaments in the Districts; make popcorn and berry strings, things like that.â You explain, going to the fridge and grabbing the bottle of milk.
âPeople buy them in the Capitol. They're made of the finest spun glass, ribbons, metals, and jewels.â Your husband said while watching you make your way to the table with the milk jug and glass in hand. âMy family, unfortunately, had to sell ours when I was a child for money and never had the chance to buy anymore.â
Your heart lurches at your husband's words. Just knowing that Coriolanus grew up poor without a pit to piss in while living in the richest part of Panem made your heart bleed for him. You know how it is to be poor, hell if it wasn't for your relationship with Coryo you'd most likely be starving or frozen right now. And the fact that being poor in Capitol City, Panem is better than being poor in the Districts is very telling; disturbing even.
âOne day when we return to the Capitol I'll buy you all of the fine, elegant ornaments that you want.â Coryo promises, his baritone steady and unbreakable, as you fill the milk glasses and take a seat at the table.
Passing him his milk glass, you faintly smile. âThank you, Coryo.â
As you begin to eat, your husband stares right into your soul and makes you the promise of, âI'm going to become an Elite Officer and I'm getting us out of this shithole. We'll rule Panem one day; we'll take back everything that should've been ours- and more.â
Coriolanusâ head was on his pillow while his large, strong hands were on your hips as you rolled them up and down, up and down, while straddling him. His large cock was stuffed in your tight, wet pussy; making you feel full and him feel as if he's going to combust at any second.
âFuck, baby, just like that.â Your husband praises. âJust like that.â He groans, feeling your cunt squeeze him just right as you spear yourself on his cock.
âFeels so good, Coryo.â You whimper, feeling the knot in your stomach begin to tighten.
âMake yourself cum, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock; make us cum.â Coryo orders, his tone husky, as he smacks one of your ass cheeks. The smack to your ass lights a fire in you and suddenly you're digging your nails into his shoulders while bouncing faster on his cock.
The feel of his large length inside of you lights your nerves on fire. His swollen cock head kisses your cervix just right, sensing socks of pleasure throughout your dripping core. You're shuddering and shaking in pleasure with every move you make, which causes his cock to slide deeply in and out of you; hitting your special spot just right. And the way your wet, velvety walls hug him so tightly has Coryo ready to shoot his hot load into your cunt. Oh gods, how your tight cunt makes his head spin.
Fucking you is a mix of something primal and sensual in his mind. It's different with you then how it's been with others. He can't get enough of you. Coriolanus also cares about your pleasure, more so than his own. He loves to watch the way your lips part as you moan, the way you shudder and shake as pleasure washed over you, the way your eyes widen and pop as you cum with his name on your lips like a prayer.
And your pleasure being more important than his is why he grips your hips firmly and begins bucking up into you; meeting your grinding movements. He needs you to cum hard around his cock so desperately. So much so that the two of you become a frantic mess of movements.
Coryo manages to sit up; slightly changing the position you're in. But that doesn't stop your heated, frenzied pace. You're still bucking and grinding, desperate for release. Your hands are clawing at each other for purchase. Your faces are so close that your noses are nearly bumping into each other; your hot breaths dance over each other's mouths while whimpering and moaning.
Both of you are close to your peek whenever Coryo huskily swears, âI'm knocking this cunt up tonight. You're gonna be so fucking full of my baby.â
You never gave any real thought to motherhood, but right now your pleasure muddled mind thought that getting knocked up by your husband was a good idea. Or maybe his dirty breeding talk was a turn on. Whatever it was, you found yourself loudly moaning, âYes! Coryo, yes, yes, yes!â, while cumming hard around his hard cock.
Coryo's lust blown eyes rolled into the back of his head as he witnessed you squirting messily around his cock. It was the hottest thing he's seen in his life. Oh, how you're fucking perfect for him. âThe idea of being round and full of my child has you making a mess on my cock, baby.â Your husband points out while pistoning in and out of you at an uncontrollable speed. âFuck, baby, you're so wet. Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon.â
Resting your forehead against his, you blissfully order, âCum inside me, Coryo. Knock me up.â
And that was all Coryo needed to hear to release his pent up please. His balls tensed as he bucked up deep inside of your cunt, only to unleash rope after rope of his cum. You hold on to his shoulders as he empties his balls inside of you; painting your room white with his thick, hot seed.
And when he's spent, he finds your lips with his for a glowing, lazy kiss.
âI promise, after tomorrow thingsâll change for us.â The platinum blonde declares while pulling you to lay down in the bed with him; covering the two of you up with a thin duvet. âOur kidâs not going to grow up like we did- poor without their parents.â Coryo softly strokes your back, mindful of the still healing wounds amongst the freshly raised scars. Of which he's partially responsible for. Pressing a kiss to your hair, he says, âThey're going to grow up as proud Capitol citizens with both its parents. With an Elite Officer for a father and a loving, caring mother.â
âBut they'll still be born in the Districts, Coryo.â You remind your husband.
âAt the hospital on the PK Base, which is Capitol sanctioned grounds.â Coriolanus counters. Pressing a hand to your flat stomach, he confesses, âI can't wait to watch you grow our child.â
âCoryo, we don't even know if I'm pregnant yet. We haven't been married for too long.â
âOh, I know you're pregnant.â
âYou do, don't you?â
âMhmâŚâ Your husband hums. âFather's intuition.â
âI thought it was mother's intuition?â You ask, brows slightly raised.
âNo.â Your husband shakes his head. A small smile graces his face. âIt's father's intuition and I just happen to have it.â
Coriolanus didn't have father's intuition. What he had was a penchant for survival; for rising to the top no matter what. And heâs determined to get his beautiful wife pregnant and to move the two of you as far away from 8 as possible. He's sure as hell that having a child with you will cement his claim on whatever inheritance that Capitol owes you. By being both the husband and the father of your child, the Capitol has to grant him whatever money or property the late Halvirs had in probate to him. Also, Coriolanus is positive that he'll pass his officer's exam; that you'll be heading to District 2 for his Elite Officer's training sometime after the New Year.
One thing Coriolanus Snow knows well is how to stay afloat, how to survive impossible odds. And he's determined to win again, but with you by his side.
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