#he`s standing on chair to look more high then his wife

[tenyardstowitchyard]

PALE COUPLE

Quick sketch with my human design for Pale King and White Lady

[maybanksprincess]

thigh riding.

warnings: thigh riding, fingers in mouth, kissing, jj cumming in his boxers, palming, tiny aftercare at the end.

summary: jj cums in his boxers to his pretty girlfriend riding his thigh <3

requested by this ask, (thank you anon!🤍)

it was 9:56 on a saturday night. your at jjs house and you had grown bored several hours ago. you were sick of scrolling on ur phone and seeing peoples instagram posts about their boring life.

you look over at your boyfriend in his gaming chair. he's wearing a wife beater and some grey sweatpants, his foot tapping the floor, softly drumming against the wood of the floorboard.

you can't help but bite your lip as you look at him, the way his arms flex, along his hands quickly pressing the buttons on his controller. you catch yourself pressing your thighs together in attempt to get some relief from the throbbing on your core.

you would've said something way sooner about wanting attention, but you couldn't bring yourself to draw your eyes away from how sexy he looked playing his video games.

you decide you want some attention, so you stand up, adjusting your shorts and then walking over to his gaming chair where his setup is.

He has his computer screen on the desk, along with a keyboard with crumbs of weed on it, (of course). Theres a joint, freshly rolled, beside his mouse.

you take a seat on his lap, straddling his thigh, and wrapping your arms around his neck. You bury your face in his shoulder and try to forget about the ache between your legs.

JJ immediately pauses his game, turning his attention to you, and setting down his controller on the messy desk.

"hey baby, what's wrong?" he asks in that raspy voice that never fails to turn you on. he looks at you with those baby blue eyes that make your heart race and your thighs clench.

"jus' wanted to be held..." you mumble, a little pout forming on your lips.

he can see the way your thighs clench as you look at his arms, and his lips involuntarily curve into a smirk. "yeah? you jus' wanted some attention, huh baby?" he can already feel his cock start to stir in his pants, and he shifts around, trying to get comfortable with you sitting on his leg all pretty like that.

in the process of him shifting around, his knee bumps up to your core, your eyes fly open and go wide, a high-pitched moan falling from your lips suddenly.

his smirk grows even wider "did that feel good mama?" he already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it out of your mouth.

you nod and start to ground your pussy on his thigh, the wetness in your panties starting to seep through onto his grey sweatpants.

jj groans at the sight, "mm your gettin' so messy f' me baby. keep riding my thigh. mhm jus' like that" he bites his lip to keep himself from pathetically groaning at the sight of you riding his thigh.

he reaches over with the hand that isnt on your waist to palm himself through his sweatpants. his eyes roll back, and he thinks about how good it would feel to be inside of you.

he starts to hear your breathing get heavier, your movements more frantic. "are you close baby?" he asks in that soft voice, gently tracing his veiny fingers along your thigh.

you nod, and your eyes roll back as you continue to ride his thigh. you can feel the pressure in your core building up and his sweet praises have you at the very edge.

"cmon sweet girl, 's okay. you gonna cum f' me?" he asks while using one hand to brush your hair away from your damp forehead, pushing your hair gently behind your shoulders. he sticks his two long digits into your mouth to help with the pressure.

at his praise, and warm fingers gently weighing on your tongue, the pressure in your stomach snaps, and your orgasm rips through.

at the sight of you riding out your orgasm, and the feel of your warm cum coating his thigh, his cock twitches in his pants and he cums, shooting thick ropes of white cum in his black calvin cleins.

he groans softly, still caressing your thigh, gently squeezing the flesh.

after a few moments of silence, he speaks. "you good baby?"

you continue to pant softly, mumbling out a soft "mhm"

he nods, and turns off his gaming device, and scooping you up in his arms. he carries you over to his bed and you two cuddle for the night <3

[targaryenimagines]

The Khaleesi’s Queen

Dark!Daenerys Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,559

Summary: Daenerys doesn’t like to be interrupted; not when she has everything she could ever want within her grasp.

Warning(s): G!P Daenerys, slightly rough (and possessive) sex, oral (R!Receiving).

Author’s Note: Changed up the prompt, which I hope is okay Tried to figure it out the first way, but I wasn’t doing it any justice in the slightest. I suppose this can be seen as a continuation of My Khaleesi, but it can be a stand-alone too. (This is told mainly through Dany’s POV, if you’d like me to make a partner through the Reader’s just let me know!)

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“Do you take me as some sort of fool, Councilor?”

The question is asked in an airy tone, one that a person would use when making a remark about the weather or the coming crop season, but the fiery undercurrent, like iron piercing through the sky, kept the man it was directed to in place. Violet eyes locked on dark brown, a message clear within them: Speak. Now. I’m running out of patience.

“O-Of cou-course not, Your Majesty,” the man stumbles, trying to alleviate the situation. “I-I just wished to tell y-you what your ancestors used t-to do.”

A sneer works itself across a beautiful face. “Yes,” she drawls, disgust clear in her tone. “But those same ancestors didn’t have the bond I do with my son.” Rising from her chair, Daenerys pins the cowering man in place with her gaze. “What will you have me do, Councilor? Have sex with my queen on the back of my son’s back in hopes of creating another?” She takes another measured step closer. “Do you think I’m unaware of what’s being said about me? That I’m oblivious to the gossip and rumors being spread?” Daenerys is a mere five feet from the man now. “Everyone within the Seven Kingdoms knows about my bond with my children, but you choose to council me into doing something that’d be sacrilegious in their eyes? That’d create even more discord within the land?”

Daenerys pauses then, tilting her head as she surveys the cowering man— from his balding head down to his recently polished shoes— and her gaze darkens further.

“So, I have to ask, do you take me for a fool?” She reiterates. “Because you must if you think I wouldn’t question you or your motives.”

He shakes his head, practically throwing himself at his Queen’s feet. “I-I swear to you, Your Majesty, I’m just a lo-lowly scholar. Ju-Just trying to help.” Fear weasels its way down his spine when he felt her lean closer to him. “I-I swear it.”

A breathy chuckle echoes across the room, barren of any form of amusement. “Oh? You swear it?” Crouching down, Daenerys forces the man to look into violet eyes. “I must believe you then.”

Snapping her fingers, the shadows around the edges of the room come to life as figures clad in obsidian black step from them, silver spears glinting under the light.

“Grey Worm.” The Captain of the Queensguard steps forward, back dutifully straight. “Nādīnagon zirȳla.”

At once Grey Worm, and another Unsullied, step forward and clasp the now begging man under his armpits and begin dragging him from the room. His cries for mercy falling on deaf ears: “N-No. Ple-Please, Your Majesty! Don’t do this. Please.”

Dark oak doors close with a resounding bang, cutting off his pleading.

Silence settles once more over the office, save for the faint crashing of waves against the surf outside and the cries of gulls. If Daenerys closed her eyes, she could almost imagine she was back in Essos. Back when things were simple but infinitely more complex. Settling back into her high-backed seat, Daenerys lets loose a soft sigh.

“Did you just have that man executed for telling you something you didn’t wish to hear?” A teasing voice breaks through the silence, the warm cadence of it bringing a smile to Daenerys’ lips. Looking down, she’s met by the sparkling gaze of her wife. “Or did you have that man executed for interrupting us?”

Huffing out a laugh, filled to the brim with adoration, Daenerys pulls you from your kneeling position, placing her hands on your hips once you’re comfortably straddling her. “I didn’t have him executed, ñuha perzys.” She places a delicate kiss to the corner of your lips. “I just wanted to have him leave my presence in a timely manner.”

You nuzzle closer to her. “And to do that you had to scare him? Are you certain it has nothing to do with his untimely entrance?” Wiggling on her lap, Daenerys has to bite back a groan as your familiar weight bears down on her growing erection. One that had found its home in your mouth a mere twenty minutes before— only to be unceremoniously ripped out when the man had knocked, requesting an immediate audience. “I know how you get when certain things don’t go your way.”

“Careful,” Daenerys warns, nipping at your exposed neck. Delighted in the way your breath hitches at the slightest bit of pressure to the small area underneath your jaw. “It’s not polite to tease your Queen.”

Rocking your hips more, you quip back. “It’s a good thing you’re not my Queen then.” Dipping your head, you press a heated kiss to her lips, groaning when her hardness hits just the right spot through her tailored pants. “You will always be my Khaleesi.”

The sound of the title, the first one she had ever truly earned, falling so sweetly from your lips, when the taste of you was still heavy on her tongue, brings a small snarl forth from deep within her chest, rumbling out across the relative stillness of the room. Standing, Daenerys grips you tightly by the waist and deposits you on her desk, uncaring of the various baubles that fall off due to the action. She easily finds her home between your thighs, pressed flush to your beautiful form.

“A Khaleesi is very different from a Queen,” Daenerys purrs, pressing another heated kiss to your lips. Running her tongue against the bottommost one, a husky sound of contentment being made when you let her gain access to the warm heat of your mouth. Fighting for dominance, one that she easily wins, Daenerys plunders further into your mouth, running her tongue along the roof of it, savoring the taste of you. Once she starts to become impeded by the lack of air, she pulls back and nearly comes undone at the wanton expression across your face— kiss swollen lips, lust darkened eyes, a delicate sheen of sweat along your brow. Exquisite. “A Khaleesi takes without question. A Khaleesi is rough, making sure her claim is known, but a Queen is soft, gentle.” Driving her hips into you, Daenerys snarls. “Are you certain you want a Khaleesi instead of a Queen?”

Throwing your arms around her, Daenerys is pressed firmly down, both your fronts flushed together. “Yes,” you hiss, nails digging into her shoulders. “I want my Khaleesi to claim me. To show me that I’ll only ever belong to her.” Your hips cant once more, trying desperately to get some friction. “Show me what a Westerosi Queen could never accomplish.”

At the mere thought of you being claimed by another, at anyone else having the privilege of seeing you come undone, Daenerys’ world view narrows to only you, only bringing you pleasure, so that you’d never think about leaving her.

She’d turn this world into nothing but fire and ash before she’d ever let that happen.

Nostrils flaring due to the possessive fire roaring within her chest, Daenerys takes in the delicate symphony of scents that wash over her due to the action: the sweetness of your bath oils mixed with the heady scent of sweat and the musky undertone of your arousal, strong despite the layers that separated her from the source of it.

“Lean back,” she growls, pressing one last deep kiss to your lips before she began to make her way down your body. Nimble fingers tearing at the buttons and fabric that she comes across, tongue and teeth lavishing the newly exposed skin with attention, until you’re lying delicious bare, save the last bit of your smallclothes, across the dark wood of her desk. The sight of your laid open, and waiting, for her brings a jolt of arousal straight through her body, but she didn’t wish to satisfy her own needs. Not yet. For now, she’d remind you that she’d only ever be the one to give you this sort of pleasure, that no one would ever be able to replace her. Daenerys settles onto her knees between your thighs, rubbing her nose lightly across the patch of darkening fabric at the apex of them. “Don’t even think about cumming until I say you can.” Violet eyes rise to meet your own, expression stern. “Do you understand?”

Nodding, almost frantically, you spread your legs further, giving her more room to maneuver within. Taking advantage of the additional space, Daenerys mouths over your soaking center, tongue flexing against the sodden material that kept it covered from her, as her hands clasped your hips to keep you in place. The sound of breathy moans and pleading whines from above her sending a delicious thrill down her spine.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" The question is rhetorical, she doesn't expect you to answer, but the questioning keen in response brings a soft smile to her lips for the briefest of moments. Pressing closer, Daenerys finally tears at the last barrier keeping you from her, the sight, and the scent, of your glistening center causing her own mouth to water in renewed hunger. "I crave you, ñuha perzys. More and more with each passing moment. I crave to bring you as much pleasure as you can withstand." Daenerys places a delicate kiss to your throbbing clit. "I crave your taste." Lowering her head, she dips her tongue teasingly into your entrance, savoring the flavor that could only ever come from you. "I crave the sounds you make as I ruin you."

Without preamble Daenerys buries her head between your thighs, thrusting her tongue as far into you as she could reach, the keening cry of pleasure tearing itself from your lips music to her ears. You pulse around her tongue, inner muscles flexing, as you try to pull her deeper into your depths, the feeling a reminder of how exquisitely tight you always are for her, something that brings another jolt of arousal coursing through her, making Daenerys aware of the throbbing between her own legs. Forcing her thoughts away from her own need, Daenerys consumes you, tongue lashing across your clit before diving back into your slick hole, hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise as she keeps you in place, despite your clear desire to chase whatever friction you could find. Your desperation for her, the clear need you had for her, almost made her take pity on you, almost allowing her to let you fuck her tongue, but the only thing you'd be cumming on in the near future would be her cock -- nothing more and nothing less.

Taking notice of the heightened pitch of your cries, the growling rasp building within your moans, Daenerys knows that you're close, that you're almost cresting the peak of the pleasure she's giving you, which means, with a small bit of reluctance, Daenerys tears herself away from you, tongue running along her bottom lip, savoring the remnants of you upon it. Your responding whine allows for a satisfied smirk to grace her beautiful face, soothed that you clearly wanted her as much as she wanted you.

Maneuvering quickly, Daenerys didn't have time to deal with all of the buckles that she wore, not to mention her boots, she simply opened her zipper and shoved her tailored pants as far down as they would go, her erection finally free once more, poised to claim what had always belonged to her. Rubbing herself against your wet heat, Daenerys arches a brow. "Do you want this?" It was the last warning she would give you before she claimed her wife completely, as a Khaleesi should. "You still have time to choose your Queen."

With a heaving chest, and narrowed eyes, you spit back. "The only woman I could ever want is my Khaleesi." You hook your legs around her hips, arching against her. "So, fuck me."

Not giving you a chance to rethink your words, not that she believed you would, Daenerys thrusts into her wife, the slick channel greeting her like an old friend, the feel of it causing a deep snarl to rumble from her chest. If she could manage running Westeros from right here, then Daenerys would never leave, but the times that she could make herself at home between your legs once more were that much more important to her when she could manage to find the time -- her devotion to you superseding all else barring the devotion she had to her son.

"Yes," you hiss, nails digging harshly into her clothed back. "It feels so good, Dany. So good."

Lowering her head, Daenerys harshly bites the sensitive spot just below your ear, tongue soothing the burn that no doubt appeared due to the action. "You're so beautiful." She nuzzles against a slightly older mark she had left a few days prior, quickly going to work to make it as fresh as the one she had just left. Slamming with more force into you, delighting in the sharp keen that's torn from your lips, and the way you flutter around her, due to the action, Daenerys finally detaches from your neck. "The most beautiful woman I've ever seen and you're all mine."

Nodding frantically, you arch against her lithe body. "I will only ever be yours, Dany." Taking her by the face, you press a needy kiss to her lips, all tongue and teeth as you pant against her. Clearly trying to stem off the encroaching orgasm. "I will only ever want you."

"And you'll only ever have me." Legs beginning to burn due to the power behind her thrusts, and the familiar fluttering within her belly, telling her that she wouldn't be able to last that much longer, Daenerys tugs at your bottom lip. "Cum for me, my queen. Cum for your Khaleesi."

As if a switch had a finally been flipped, your body arches completely off the desk, arms and legs slightly spasming, as your inner muscles tighten completely around her, and a fresh wave of wetness coats you both. The feeling coupled with the delicious sight, causes Daenerys to come with her own groan of your name, her hips still softly thrusting as she leads you through the last waves of your own orgasm.

Once you stop shaking, for the most part, Daenerys leans forward and places a delicate kiss to your brow, still firmly planted inside of you, nuzzling against your sweat-stained temple. "You were wonderful, ñuha perzys, but don't think that I've had my fill of you yet." She runs her hands down your sides, rubbing gently across your lower abdomen. "I still have to put my heir in you."

With a delightfully tired smile, you run your fingers through sweat-matted locks, the silvery-gold still looking radiant despite it all. "I love you, Khaleesi."

Violet eyes flutter shut at the title, the affection in which it falls from your lips, warmth suffusing itself within her chest because of it. Cradling your face delicately between her hands, Daenerys confesses. "I love that you still call me that."

You huff out a laugh, pressing a light kiss to her inner wrist. "Even if we're in Westeros now, Dany, you will always be my Khaleesi. No matter what."

"And you," Daenerys replies, adoration clear within her tone and gaze. "Will forever be my darling Queen."

[igotanidea]

Too much : Anthony Bridgerton x reader

Request: yes! Anthony and his wife having an argument.

***

„My lord.”

One of Bridgertons’ most trusted servant knocked on the door of his office and was bold enough to enter inside without invitation.

„I specifically told everyone to not disturb me.” Anthony muttered, not giving his man more than a grunt of annoyance.

Viscount’s sudden change of attitude has been the talk of the whole house lately. After months of sweetness and caring and love between him and his beloved wife Lady Y/N Bridgerton of house Y/H/N something has switched.

For worse.

Man of the house has became distant (again), leaving his wife to tend to herself. Suddenly, his duties, his visits to the sibling’s, social activities (which was a synonim of spending hours at gentleman’s club) and travels to the other parts of the kingdom (seemingly to inspect the state of assets) took most of, if not whole of his time.

Everyone’s noticed.

And even without the viscount and his wife ending up on lady Whistledown’s latest brochure.

But truthfully with lord Bridgerton’s stubborn nature and finality there wasn’t much anyone could do, even considering all the sympathy for his young wife.

„I’m afraid you have a very important visit my lord.”

„Just tell whoever it is, that I’m not taking visits at the moment.”

„My lord -”

„Thomson, did you not hear what I said?” finally Anthony raised his gaze on the poor servant.

„It’s the viscountess, my lord.” the other man stuttered.

‘My mother?”

„Your wife, sir.”

„Oh, right....” of course, now Y/N was the viscountess, but somehow it was easy to forget she has been holding that title.

„Shall I - shall I tell the lady to come back another-?”

„No. No I’ll see my wife now.” Anthony sighed and since there was no other word from him the butler froze, unsure of how to behave „Well? Let her in, will you?” there was the annoyance again.

The door was opened and there she was.

Y/N. In all her glory, looking beautiful as always, wearing that dress that always took Anthony;s breath away since she nearly glowed while walking. Her smile did not even falter for a second as she nodded to the servant in a silent acknowledgement, but her eyes were cold and sad, uncovering she hasn’t in fact been well lately. Regardless of the rumours, allegations that the viscount stopped loving her after no more than a year since marriage and got himself a lover (please don’t let it be Sienna all over) she held her head high and kept the appearances. No one had to know that the cheerful, graceful viscountess Bridgerton were spending her nights alone in a cold marriage bed, tossing, turning, tormenting herself with thoughts and longing for the embrace of the man she loved with all her heart.

‘Husband.” she said calmly once the door closed behind her, leaving her just standing in front of him awkwardly.

„Wife.”

„I didn’t have the faintest idea I do need to announce my visit in advance. I shall correct that mistake in the future if that’s your wish my lord.”

„Is there any specific reason of why you’re here Y/N?”

„Is my presence here this disturbing to you my lord?”

The scribbling on the paper was the only answer she got and it finally broke all her inhibitions and pretences.

"Anthony!"

"What?" he snapped looking up at her from the pile of documents on his desk.

"Talk to me!"

"I'm busy!"

"And I'm lonely! You've been spending time with Benedict and Colin and Daphne and your siblings and god knows where else but not me!"

"They are my family, Y/N."

"I am your family! This is not what your mother-"

"Don’t you dare-" he stood up abruptly almost tripping the chair, throwing daggers at her. "Don't you dare say a word about my mother!"

Now that's a drama the whole household heard.

„Your mother-” she tried again, this time more sternly taking one step forward „showed me nothing but kindness. Your whole family showed me nothing but kindness. All of them. Except-”

„Don’t finish it.” he warned but it came much more like a spat.

„-you.”

„Well I didn’t force you to marry me!”

The silence that fell between them after that one sentence was deafening. Nothing has ever hurt Y/N this much in her entire life. Never before Anthony has let himself say such cruel words in the moment of weakness and anger. All because he felt too much, because he needed and loved her too much.

„No.” she said with a tiny voice, her face going as pale as the wall behind her. „no, you didn’t force me. Not sure if you didn't do it to yourself.”

‘Y/N....” Anthony took a step towards her reaching his hand in a poor attempt to form a word that would remedy the situation, help him explain himself and bring her some comfort. „I didn’t mean-”

„I’m sorry I’ve seemingly ruined your life, my lord.”

„That is not-”

„Please accept my deepest condolences and apologies for ruining your blooming love life with that actress you knew. Know. Shall you remind me her name?”

„Y/N!” he shouted in pure desperation.

„Her name, Anthony!” now she was using her noble voice, leaving no word for discussion even to the viscount.

„No.”

„Sienna.” Y/N hissed through clenched teeth, her behaviour far from lady-like. „That’s her name isn’t it? Sienna?”

„You can’t help but remind me of the past mistakes, don’t you, my lady?” her husband  growled turning her back to her not wanting to see her face anymore. „You’re the one I vowed to.”

‘Forcefully, apparently. Maybe the only mistake you made was letting me walk the aisle and taking my hand while saying I do.”

„Maybe it was! Maybe I didn’t give enough thought to it! Perhaps I didn’t consider that seeing you every day, walking the rooms of my house, using the title of my wife, naming yourself viscountess Bridgerton will be too much to bare to my heart!”

What Anthony did not consider at that moment was that Y/N would take it way differently than he intended.

He was merely thinking that it was too much too handle cause he was not used to being so attached, so dependant, so - well,forgive me the word - needy. Of her, her touch, her words, her presence, her everything. Hence the distant he put between him and his wife. Perverse nature made him run away before loosing her.

Ironically, causing her to turn away, barely holding back tears, instead of falling into his arms. (such a surprise, right?)

„Forgive me my lord, for keeping your mind occupied with my humble person for too long. I am but nothing if not a modest woman, unworthy of the attention of the viscount.”

Oh god, what did he do...?

„You are -”

„Below you. Obviously. Perhaps I should have considered your coldness and self-isolation as well. I don’t -” she gulped „I don’t understand what happened to you, Anthony.”

„I-” as pathetic as that was her husband was trying to explain himself to her.

„Feelings overwhelm you Anthony.” that was something he could not disagree with „Now, my lord, if you’ll excuse me, I shall leave, since as you said - you’re busy and I clearly bring you this much displeasure. I shall not bother you again any time soon.”

Before he could stop her Y/N bowed to him in a way more formal and distant way Anthony would wish for, and simply walked away. Leaving him frozen, desperate and broken with the urge to run after her, apologise and reason with that fiery woman who always knew how to make his blood boil. He wanted to hold her, love her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear while feeling her in the most intimate way a man and a wife could ever be together.

But did nothing while she disappeared behind the door.

„Prepare my carriage” she  commanded the first servant that came her way.

„Yes, my lady, may I ask to what destination?”

„I’m going to visit my sister-in-law.”

„Certainly lady Briderton. It’ll be ready for you.”

„And not a word of it to my husband.”

„But my lady -”

‘Not a single word. This is an order, not a request.”

She needed a word with the only person who could possibly understand.

part 2 possible... (I think ;) )

edit: not enough

[asuyaka]

Gojo-Sensei has a husband?!

★ - drabble s part of m' first Satoru oneshot !!૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

☆ - Gojo Satoru x Househusband! Reader

♡ - f m' manga readers, how we feelin' 'bout nurse kenny ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ (she's m wife m callin' it rn!!)

Gojo [Name], the loved and unknown husband of The Strongest, Gojo Satoru.

Satoru was at work, most likely teaching the first years he loved to talk about. You were at home. Cleaning the house and making preparations for dinner when Satoru got home like the good husband you were.

You brought out a chicken broth cube from the cupboard, brushing the slight dust on your pretty light-blue apron that Satoru brought for you (then ended up fucking you in but that's on days when you're being a brat).

Your eyes scan the countertop, looking for the knife holder until they land on a sage-green bag dusted with flowers that you hand-painted. It was Satoru's lunch bag that he had forgotten.

You weren't a sorcerer, but you're able to see curses. Ironically, that's how you and Satoru met. A younger you (who just got unemployed) was walking home when something you couldn't describe stopped you in the alleyway you took sometimes as a shortcut.

It was tall, with eyes running along its skinny, dark-red arm. You were only twenty-two at the time and have only ever seen things like that in shitty horror-flicks. You never thought they were real.

As if you were in a cliché love story, a patch of white hair stands in front of you. He has sunglasses on despite the sun being nowhere in sight.

Due to you being (obviously) weaker than the average sorcerer, Satoru always discouraged you from going to Jujutsu High unless it was an emergency.

You huff diligently, grabbing the lunch bag and putting your shoes on. You'll make sure Satoru gets his lunch. What kind of husband would you be if you didn't?

Turns out, the people at Jujutsu High are either scary or odd. There's absolutely no in-between.

You've only been at Jujutsu High a handful of times. More times than not, it was to help Megumi.

You make your way to the main school building, holding the bag close to your chest for safekeeping. You didn't bust your ass making cute shapes out of food just for Satoru to go eat fast food instead.

Reaching the door of Satoru's class, you knock softly. It’s quiet, and you guess Satoru must be out training with his students. You turned around to try and find just where the training grounds could be on this huge campus. 

All of a sudden, the door opens and there he is. Your beautiful husband, wearing his black blindfold and Jujutsu uniform. “Baby? What are you doing here?”

Baby. That’s right, you’re his baby. No one else's. “You left your lunch, so I…” Your voice trails off as you gesture toward the bag in your hands. Satoru smiles, opening the door wider and pulling you in.

He keeps your hands intertwined, softly pushing you against a chair. “You’re so nice, baby. Going out of your way to bring me my lunch?” His hands are on your cheeks now, still smiling sweetly even with a saccharine voice.

Your face flushes and your hands are stiff. You don’t know where his students are, but you’re sure they’ll be back soon. This is risky— irresponsible even. 

“Satoru, ‘s risky..” You mutter under your breath, your hands cupping his. They’re warm like they always are when you two are close. You wish you could see what his eyes looked like, but they’re for his comfortability, you’re aware.

“You know I love you, right baby?” He leans closer, to the point you can smell the cologne on him. It’s the one you bought him a few weeks ago because it smelt like home. 

Satoru smells like home.

Shakily you nod. “Are you sure this is safe…? I don’t want you—”

“Shh… let me worry about all that.”

And with that, he closes the space between your lips. Satoru’s strong– dominant even; and no matter what he does, it always manages to show through his actions.

His tongue breaches past your lips, slotting perfectly against yours. You can hear the clicking of teeth as Satoru sits across your lap. It’s hot and you can feel your cock start to rise in your pants. 

“Wore this cute fuckin’ apron all f’me–” He plants a kiss on your cheek, your face flushed and breathing heaved.

“Satoru– sir, I need—”

“But baby…” He whines.

He fucking whines.

His face is pouty and it looks like he’s getting off your lap. Is he denying you? You haven’t done anythin’ wrong– did he give you instructions and you didn’t see them?

“I’m at work, and as much as I want to fuck you ‘till you can’t think– you can’t have my students seein’ you all messed up like that, can you?”

Satoru’s words bring your attention to your appearance. Your apron is messed up and so is your hair (most likely from Satoru gripping on it). Your lips are slightly swollen and your cock is half-hard.

Embarrassment brings you back to your senses, your arms covering what's between your thighs. If you stood up, your apron would cover it (hopefully), but your pants weren’t going to do you any justice. “‘M sorry ‘toru…”

Satoru cocks his head, sitting on his desk and crossing his legs. “It’s okay baby, I know you just can’t help yourself when I’m around.” His tone sounds mean like he’s mocking you. It’s condescending.

“But that’s what makes you my good boy, isn’t it?” His foot brings the chair closer to the point where your body is sandwiched between his legs. “Always so plaint f’me to fuck you, right?”

God. You can’t do this, and it isn’t helping your slowly growing problem go down.

Satoru must sense your nervousness (he knows you and your emotions like the back of your hand) because his expression turns soft again. “Just wait till I get home, okay baby? Relax for me.”

His fingers caress your cheek gently. It’s lulling you, pulling you in. Like he’s a siren, and you’re a plaint, very easy sailor.

You nod because you’re his good boy and you want it to stay that way.

Satoru smiles before pulling you in again for a kiss.

It’s gentler this time. There’s less kiss and more gentleness behind it. It feels like the kiss you shared at the altar. It makes you calmer, it makes you happy.

All of a sudden, the door slams open. Revealing three, very surprised teenagers.

“Gojo-sensei!?”

“Gojo-san?”

Satoru breaks the kiss, briefly smiling coyly at you before looking at his students. “Hello, my favorite first-years! I didn’t know lunch had already ended…”

A boy with pink hair and what seems to be two sets of eyes stares at you, then back at Satoru. “Lunch ended five minutes ago. Nobara stayed to eat more watermelon.”

The girl, who is shorter than all of them and who you assume is Nobara, kicks the boy in the knee. “Shut it Yuuji! Not my fault somebody decided to eat all my food while I was gone!”

“Gojo-san, I thought you’d be at home.”Megumi looks at you with a confused expression. Your heart tugs in fondness when he says ‘home’ like all three of you share it together (legally, you do but Megumi would never admit that).

“Why would Gojo-sensei be at home? He has to teach us, stupid.” Nobara rolls her eyes, before pointing at you accusingly. 

“All I wanna know is why this random man and Gojo-sensei were kissing!”

Satoru steps off the desk, grabs your arm, and pulls you up as well. He slings his arm around your shoulder, slightly leaning on you with a bright smile on his face. “Yuuji, Nobara, this is my husband, [Name]!”

“Husband?!” Yuuji and Nobara parrot, staring at each other before staring back at you. 

Nobara notices it first, the sleek ring on your finger. There’s an initial that she can’t make out but can only assume it’s the one that belongs to her teacher.

“Why would anyone date you?” She says suddenly, causing Yuuji to laugh.

Megumi rolls his eyes. “I thought that at first too. Gojo-san is too good for him.”

Satoru gasps. “Rude! You cried during our wedding, or do I have to ask [Name] to pull up the photos?”

“Wedding?! Why wasn’t I invited?” Nobara looks at Satoru like he committed a war crime. 

You don’t notice it, but somehow Yuuji is right in front of you. “Hello! I’m super glad Gojo-sensei has someone to love!! He’s always saying something about how he misses his ‘hubby’ randomly during class but we never thought he was being serious!”

You smile bashfully. You never thought Satoru would think of you during work, and for him to call you his “hubby”? 

Megumi stands beside him, handing you a book. “That’s because Gojo-sensei can’t shut up. They’re so lovey-dovey behind closed doors it makes me sick.”

Yuuji smiles. “That’s ‘cause they’re in love Megumi! Shouldn’t it be sweet that your dads love each other?”

Megumi frowns. “They aren’t my dads.”

“They totally are! You called Gojo-sensei dad one time during a mission, don’t think I’d ever forget that!” Nobara teases, holding Satoru’s ring in her other hand to presumably examine it.

Satoru claps his hands. “Okkayy! I appreciate that you two love my husband, not as much as me of course, but he’s got stuff to do! And we have to learn about the boring sorcerer families. Ew.”

His students groan but make their way to their seats. Satoru walks you to the door of the classroom, a small apologetic smile on his face. “I can’t walk you all the way to the door, Yaga would kill me, but I’ll see you at home?”

You nod with a soft smile on your face.

Satoru kisses you one last time. It’s more of a peck than anything, then leans into your ear. “Prep yourself for me before I get home okay? I have to reward you for being so good today.”

Blush rises up to your cheeks as you nod again. Pushing your hands down to your lap and turning away from his classroom door. The blush gets harder when you hear a loud “See you at home baby!” from the door.

Satoru watches you until he can’t anymore. A relieved sigh leaves his face as he closes the door and sits on his desk. Legs crossed and a ring adorning his finger, with your initials on them.

“Ask away, and I’ll show you any pictures you want.”

Yuuji and Nobara visibly light up and begin asking questions about where he met you, how long you’ve been together, and how long you’ve been married, plus the pictures of Megumi crying.

He shows them every photo and answers every question without hesitation.

After all, they’re all questions about you, his husband.

And he knows you’ll be home waiting for him with dinner, and dessert.

Your ass (that he loves to watch jiggle every time he fucks you), and ice cream.

He loves you, and he’s glad his students (and son) love you too.

[alexiroflife]

"fortunes"

crack, fluff, ft: first years

satoru gojo x reader

Synopsis: satoru walks in on you showing his students a paper fortune teller

to sum it up: no productivity occurs when you, satoru, and the students are together

WC: 1,489

Warning(s): none

“Where the hell are my students?” Satoru mumbles to himself when he makes his way to the training field and finds it completely empty. He raises a hand to his hip in thought. He thinks he told them to meet here, but not even Yuji is anywhere to be found. 

Strange.

He imagines he’s going to hear a mouthful and then some if Yaga somehow finds out about this, so the sorcerer searches everywhere for his kids; the gym, the dorms, classrooms, but still nothing. 

With his mind now completely riddled with confusion, he texts Megumi on his way to his office and, not shockingly, receives no reply. Gojo isn’t terribly shocked or worried, but a heads up if they decided to skip today would have been nice.

He throws open his office door with his face stuck in his phone when he looks up and finally locates all three of his missing students within his space. Satoru is surprised when he sees the kids crowding around your figure, which sits in his desk chair hunched over with a folded paper fortune teller in your hands. 

Itadori and Nobara lean in closer, engaged with the activity as Nobara demands to know if the fortune says anything about her becoming a model in the near future, while Itadori talks over her to beg you to do his fortune for the twentieth time. Megumi sits nearby and watches calmly.

When Satoru’s presence is made known, the four of you turn and look up at him, momentarily falling silent. You smile brightly when you see him. “Hi, Satoru! Sorry, I forgot to tell you I was visiting today.”

The white haired professor tucks his phone back into his pocket with a grin. “Baby!” he exclaims, sauntering over to you to lean down and kiss your cheek lovingly. “Stealing my students from me, I see,” he says smugly, rubbing your cheek softly with his thumb.

“She wouldn’t have had to if you weren’t twenty minutes late,” Fushiguro chimes in tiredly, and Satoru shrugs bashfully when you toss him a knowing look. 

“What can I say? I’m a busy man.”

“Gojo!” Itadori exclaims, rushing to stand from his previous “criss-cross” position on the floor at your feet. “Your wife was just showing us this cool game she said you used to play! Look, the paper shows you your future,” the pink haired teen points to the dome-shaped object clutched over your fingers and you beam, opening it back and forth proudly. 

“Ohhhh, I remember those!” Satoru exclaims quietly yet excitedly as he rests his hand on the back of his chair behind you, leaning over you to take a closer look. 

“I thought it’d be fun to show them while they waited since they’ve never made one before,” you say, handing the fortune teller to Satoru.

“And Yuji’s been hogging it this whole time,” Nobara crosses her arms and glares at the said boy angrily. “You had your fortune read at least fourteen times already.”

“Because I have to make sure I get the most accurate results!” he fumes, and the two start bickering once more.

“Man, we used to make these things all the time,” Satoru marvels. “It’s actually thanks to these fortune tellers that (Y/n) and I are even together now.”

The kids freeze, looking over at Satoru inquisitively. “Huh?” Nobara and Yuji unify, while you roll your eyes and Megumi tries to shrink away from the conversation completely, sensing incoming bullshit from a mile away. 

“Satoru, stop telling that lie,” you exhale and he looks down at you with a smirk.

“What? It’s true!” he swears.

“So it really works?” Itadori gasps, turning to his sensei with glittering eyes. Satoru only nods with a wide smile, holding up the paper in his grasp.

“Mhm. We were here at Jujutsu High, just about your age, and I had the fattest crush on the prettiest girl in school,” the blindfolded man reminisces and you groan to yourself, flushing and turning away. “We were all in a big friend group, so one day we all decided that we’d make some fortune tellers like we did when we were kids- you know, just for the fun of it. I filled one with a message saying ‘you will marry (Y/n) (L/n)’ and the rest was history.”

Nobara stares at him as if he is ridiculous, squinting her eyes and curling her lips while Yuji absorbs the entire story believingly.. “Wait… aren’t the fortunes random though? Wouldn’t that just mean that a bunch of other people got the same message that you wrote at one point?”

“And you wrote the fortune yourself,��� Megumi adds. “I don’t think fortunes are supposed to work like that.”

“Well, sure, if you wanna get all technical, but it worked, didn’t it?” he beams, tossing the paper to Yuji and craning over to gather your cheeks in his hands adoringly, bringing your face to squish against his. “Now (Y/n) and I are happily married,” he coos, Nobara and Megumi practically gagging while Itadori blushes happily at the sentiment.

You grip Satoru’s wrists as he squeezes your cheeks, pouting when he presses another loud kiss to your temple. “Satoru, please, you’re gonna scare off the kids.”

“Mrs. Gojo! Make me one that says I’ll meet Megan Thee Stallion one day,” Yuji exclaims passionately, heart set on the notion that these fortunes are meant to breathe truth into manifestation.

“You pervert! Megan would never have the time to even think about meeting you,” Nobara argues.

“Not if it’s put into a fortune! You know what, I’ll do it myself!” he rushes around the office to find a new sheet of paper and slams it onto the floor, laying on his stomach to pour his intense focus into crafting a new fortune teller the way you showed them.

“If you’re gonna just write whatever you want, then put a message in there that says I’ll get famous,” she crouches beside him, and Yuji immediately shields her from his work with his forearm.

“No, go make your own! I don’t need your juju rubbing off on me and ruining my fortune’s accuracy.”

“That doesn’t even make sense!”

“I don’t care, just don’t touch mine!”

“Will you idiots shut up?” Megumi hisses, moving to stand over them as they bicker. “It’s a piece of damn paper for kids. Give it a rest already.”

The two on the floor turn to glare boredly at the Fushiguro, putting their feud on hold to ridicule him. “And that attitude right there, Megumi, is why your fortune will tell you that you’ll end up alone with forty cats in twenty years,” Itadori deadpans and Nobara nods enthusiastically.

Megumi grits his teeth and punches the top of Itadori’s head, the boy ducking and clutching his dome. “Like hell I will! I hate cats!”

“Then why don’t you be a little more positive, hm?” Nobara grins evilly, leading Megumi to tighten his fists.

“Give me that damn piece of paper,” he demands, reaching down for Yuji’s when the said boy yells and throws his body over his sheet to keep his friends away.

Gojo chuckles, watching the scene unfold as he pulls away slowly from you, rubbing your back gently. You shake your head with a small smile, gazing up at your husband. “You started this,” you accuse, to which he laughs.

“How could I possibly have when you’re the one who showed them the fortune teller?”

“Only because you were late to training,” you raise a brow.

He gives in. “Fair enough.”

“You think they’ll make it to training today?”

“Mmmm,” Satoru thinks for a moment, watching his students fight to write their own little desires on a paper that holds no further power outside of your own conviction. “Nah. I'll give them the day. They’ve been working hard.”

You smile. “Okay,” you nod. “Just don’t let Yaga know about this.”

“If you promise to keep it a secret, we won’t have anything to worry about,” the white haired man says suavely, ducking down to meet your eyes. Though his blindfold serves as a barrier, you can feel his gaze soaking you in. 

You click your teeth with a playful smile. “Fine,” you say, and his grin widens, lips meeting yours swiftly with his hand pressed to his desk and the other still gripping the back of your seat. He kisses you once more on the corner of your mouth then pushes himself up, turning his focus back to his students.

“Alright, guys, whoever makes the most fortune tellers in the next five minutes gets to pick the place to eat tomorrow after the mission!”

You watch as further chaos ensues, papers flying and arguments rising, Satoru standing blissfully in the midst of it all. You sigh once more and prop your chin in your hand, pondering over how Satoru gets away with this behavior as a teacher so often.

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

E.E. Bell AKA Bob Rooney

Featuring character actor E.E. Bell

I met this sexy motherfucker a few years ago at a bar where he was a judge for a wet t-shirt contest. E.E. Bell was just my type, teddy bearish, probably in his mid-60’s, huskily built, more importantly, that body was covered with gorgeous hair, which was my weakness. My eyes were zeroed in on his wide, hairy chest, imagining running my hands through that dense forest as I fuck his ass.

I didn’t see his wife and decided to make a bold move. So, my girlfriend at the time and I took the chairs next to him. He looked at me, nodded, and we introduced ourselves. His voice alone was seducing me as he told us E.E. stands for Edward Earle, but to call him Eddie. Now my girlfriend Susan, had a nice set on her, and he couldn't take his eyes off her chest as I kept staring at his bulge just to get an idea. Never saw much, but everything else about him made me horny.

Sensing his attraction to my girl, we chatted about how much of a whore my girlfriend Susan was. She loved gang bangs, stripping, deep throat, and loved women as well. Well, one thing led to another, and our conversation turned into how Eddie and I could fuck her. It didn’t take long before the three of us were at a hotel room and found ourselves naked, with Susan to be in the middle.

Eddie and I both had a tit in our mouths and sucking. Susan was already aroused just like the rest of us and her breathing was beginning to speed up as we sucked on her hard erect nipples. While Eddie and I took turns fingering her fuck hole, I noticed Susan fondling Eddie's cock. He now had a solid hard on and I knew he was enjoying it. I knew it wouldn't be long before one of us would cum, but Susan decided it was time for me to change position.

"Someone get their cock in me." She moaned, slowly spread her legs.

I let her tit slip out of my mouth and repositioned myself between her legs. Her pussy smelled so good as I slowly began to lick up and down on her slit and it quickly began to open for me revealing a wet pink interior. I buried my tongue into her as deeply as I could. She softly began moaning as her tit was being sucked and her pussy stimulated.

Looking up, I could see Eddie's cock was throbbing as I knew he could hear the slurping I was doing on Susan. Just when I got into a good pattern of licking, I started on her asshole. She was squealing as my tongue was in as deep as I could push it into her asshole. And as I tongue fucked her ass, Eddie sucked her tits hard. I thought I would cum any second as I experienced the smell and sounds of rimming my girlfriend in the presence of Bell.

But I had other plans though. I told Eddie to lay on his back and for Susan to begin sucking him. She slowly began licking and bobbing on Eddie's hard cock as I move in behind her and fuck her doggy style. My cock slid in with no resistance as I began slamming her pussy, forcing Susan to deep throat Eddie's cock. I savored the treat my senses were experiencing. The sight of Eddie beneath us, the smell of sex in the room and the sounds of flesh smacking together. Their gasping and moaning in pure pleasure cause me to grip Susan's hips tighter while fucking her at an increasingly harder pace. Wishing it was Bell.

I continued at this pace for what seemed like eons. I never wanted this to end, ever. However all good things must come to an end, and I had the most mindblowing orgasm I had ever experienced. I buried my cock deep into her cunt and held it there as I pumped a full load of cum into her cunt. She was sucking Eddie's cock as I finished squirting the last drops into her warm pussy. I noticed the strained look on his face, like he was about to cum. So, I motioned Susan to slow down so I could continue to enjoy both of them.

Then asked him if he'd like to fuck me. It didn’t take much for Eddie to get around to my end as I was slowly pulling out. Susan moaned in a delighted tone then arched her ass as high as she could in the air, inviting Eddie to fuck her.

By now Eddie's cock was rock hard and aligned his sausage with her cunt. I moved aside and watched as the tip of the old cock was rubbed against her soaking pussy lips. It wasn't so much the length but the girth. About 7 inches long and twice as fat as mine. I kept looking back and forth from Susan to Eddie and wishing that it was me that was going to be the receiver of that huge tool. His cock was finally wet enough that he began pushing in and penetrating and stretching her pussy walls.

Susan screamed from the size of the cock inside her as she was really enjoying herself at this point, rocking onto the huge donkey size cock. Oh, how that must feel I thought as Eddie plunged his cock into her hot, wet pussy. This guy was a real fucker, knew exactly how to please himself and in return give me pure satisfaction.

Eddie used her hips as handlebars to massage his cock to his rhythm, bringing him to emptying his seed. As if it were planned, they both began to jerk. Susan was screaming like a wild animal as she came hard, screaming, and releasing her cum so that it squirted down Eddie's shaft as he pumped in and out. Suddenly, he pulled out of her jerking his cock. He was moaning loud, his hand stroking faster and faster on his wet cock.

"Oh yeah, I'm going to cum, oh yes! UGH!!!!!" Eddie screamed.

I couldn't resist the temptation and stuck my tongue out to catch it. His cum shot out all over my face and chest. . I closed my eyes, still feeling squirts of cum shoot over my body and face. Eddie then stood up slowly, exhausted from the fuck fest. Realizing what I was doing, he pushed his cock in my mouth.

"There's still some left for you." He said as he leaned forward enough for me to suck on him.

I could feel Eddie squeezing out the last few gobs of cum into my mouth. Only when he was sucked dry did I allow Eddie's cock to slide out of my mouth. As it did Pat manipulated it so that it slid up my face and through my hair before he pulled back and began to pull himself together. I wanted to go at it right away again and I think Susan did as well but we both followed Eddie's lead and proceeded to get cleaned up and get dressed.

[saintsir4n]

Hewwo! Currently I have an unnatural obsession with Brian O’Conner atm n I read ALL that u have to post on him. So can u make some 1shots on the newest addition to the family and Carson n Brian navigate life as new parents, maybe even throw a little vacation for the 2 of them while rest r taking care of baby Jessie😘

BABY STEPS

WARNINGS: mentions of postpartum depression and angst.

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“No, no, Jessie don’t touch mama’s hair when you’re trying to — and you’ve done it,” Carson groaned, when some baby food got in her hair. Jessie babbled in her high chair. A silicone bib was wrapped around her little neck and a confused look was written on her chubby face. “Now it’s all in my braids.”

“Digging the new look,” Brian teased as he jogged into the room, having heard his wife’s yell. The 13 month year old, squealed when she saw her dad. “Jessie, have you been causing trouble? You know your mommy’s hair is her pride and joy.”

“Don’t say that Brian," Carson grumbled out, trying to clean out her braids.

His jokes only irritated her, he knew that.

“She won’t know," Brian didn't see the harm in trying to lighten the mood and picked up their daughter after taking off her bib, smiling brightly and broadly when she mirrored his experience with her baby teeth.

“She understands more than you think. She’s got your big beady eyes — I’m kidding baby, you know I think they’re adorable,” she quickly corrected herself upon catching her daughter's frown. “See.”

“Don’t mock her," Brian playfully scolded, “Don’t mock me.” he turned to his princess, tickling her tummy. “Mommy’s being mean ain’t she?”

“She likes you more than me," Carson shrugged, standing up and pinning her hair up.

Brian quietly scoffed as he gently bounced their daughter, “No, she doesn’t.” he never understood why she kept saying that. “She loves us equally. You just gotta be more patient with her.”

“It’s easy for you to say that, you leave the house more than I do.”

Brian sighed, “You know what I mean. Just be more …”

“Patient?” Carson snapped back, trying to clean up the mess their daughter made.

All day, every day she felt exhausted, tired and even more frustrated with everything, especially with her husband, which meant they were rarely intimate.

“Maybe next time you feed her you tie up your hair I don’t know — wait, Sonny," he called out, watching as she folded her arms and glowered at him.

“I don’t need your shit right now Brian," she hissed, trying not to startle their daughter who picked up more words recently. “You aren’t here every day. I have to do so much around the house. We have a dog that does as much damage as our daughter —“

“— she doesn’t cause damage. Ultra’s a dog and she’s a baby what did you expect?” Brian exclaimed.

Jessie stared between them in confusion as she was placed back in her highchair.

“More support. I need more help from you. That’s what I expected. No, in fact, that’s what you promised me.” She had expressed to him that they would share equal responsibilities before they decided to keep their baby. She feared motherhood because she never had a mom growing up. Brian’s parents were flaky so he told her that they would do their best together. At times she would regret agreeing. “Every day I have to tidy up 5 times. I wake up early to her cries and screams, I prepare her food, prepare the dog's food, our food, all while you’re out —“

“Working? Providing for us. And everything you said, that’s what you’re supposed to do. That’s your job.”

Brian's eyes snapped shut when he realised his mistake.

Carson slowly nodded to herself, “Wow. Thanks, Brian.”

“You know what I mean," he tried, staring at her apologetically, "I'm sorry."

“Yeah, I do know what you mean," Carson exhaled. “Just forget I said anything. Jessie needs to be put down for her nap.”

She approached their daughter, missing the confusion on her husband's face.

“She just ate isn’t that a bit too soon?”

Carson carefully picked up Jessie, who quickly started fussing. Stay calm, please stay calm. She would tell herself and Jessie. Sometimes she wouldn't think of anything else.

“I’ve got her on a schedule. She needs to stick with it so I can get some me time because asking you for help is too much apparently," she gritted, not hearing the whimpering from Jessie.

“Don’t get like that, I’m trying to help when I can," Brian threw his hands up in the air.

“Well, it’s not good enough. You’re not here for me. Not as much as you promised. And some days I am losing my fucking —“ Jessie started to cry, “No. No, don't cry.”

“It’s okay baby,” Brian neared them, taking her tiny hand as tears streamed down her face.

Jessie didn't want to be held, no, she didn't want to be in her mom's arms. That was clear.

“I’m sorry Jess," Carson repeated, for what felt like an hour.

But only a minute went by.

She wanted to cry. She wanted nothing more than to cry, but she couldn't she had other things to do. Her throat was drying up, and her eyes blinking rapidly.

Only when Brian took Jessie did she start to calm down.

Carson had to tear her eyes away from the soft and tender sight.

Brian was a good dad. He loved singing and playing with his daughter whenever he could.

And it only made Carson feel worse.

“She’s good, aren't you princess?" Brian bounced her, "I’ll put her down and we can talk.”

Carson sat down in her chair, with tears pooling in her eyes. She hated it, not now, go away, please. Fuck, she felt exhausted, useless, confused.

Brian turned to his wife, panicking at the sadness flashing over her face. She turned so he wouldn’t see, but he could.

“What’s the point?” Carson sighed, rubbing her face, “Nothing's gonna change.”

“I wanna help," Brian knew he needed to do more.

“Until you can’t and it’s me that’s left to do everything. Like I’m supposed to right?” Carson drawled with a sniffle and stood up again.

“Sonny, can you just wait a second. I’m sorry about what I said.”

Carson waved him off, “I’m going to go and get this food out of my hair. You know, my pride and joy, right?"

Brian cursed herself when she left the room. He offered his daughter a small smile when she leaned her head against his shoulder and eyes drooped.

Nap time.

He could do that, he could follow his wife's schedule, even if it was a little. He needed to help.

He put down Jessie in her Princess crib. Princess Jasmine posters were all over the room, she even had a little doll that she clung to.

Brian pressed a kiss to her head as she drifted to sleep, "Daddy loves you. Mommy loves you too. She's tired and Daddy needs to do more."

Shortly after he left the nursery and pulled out his phone, looking around before dialling.

“Hey," he greeted, glad that his wife was locked away in their room.

“Wassup Brian?” Suki's voice tore through the phone.

“I need some help. Carson needs to get out for a few days. The house is driving her crazy.”

“The house or you?”

“Alright, alright, I was thinking of going on a trip just us two. You up babysitting, and looking after Ultra?”

“Sure, you paying me right," he heard her laughing.

Brian groaned, “Suki.”

“Me and Tej can do it. Don’t worry. Just book the trip and pack her bags. I know she needs this.”

Brian frowned, “What’s she said?”

“Mind your business. Now go and talk to your wife.”

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a/n:

thank you for the suggestion! it was so cute to write. I didn’t expect it to turn so angsty, but I kinda feel like this is where their early stages of parenthood would go to, considering Brian would work and Carson would stay at home. They’re living a normalish life and Carson is having to deal with so much.

I also feel like if Brian planned a trip to go somewhere, he would feel like that would solve everything but Carson might just get worse. She feels like she doesn’t have his support because he simply isn’t there all the time.

[kirishimasbabygirl]

🌄Early Morning🌄

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Hey y'all!!! Long time no see! This is the first part of a three part series I have whooped up for ya! I really hope you like angst this holiday season.

TW. Cheating (Katsuki is an asshole), Drinking, The word cum idk.

I hope you guys like it! I haven't written anything in about two years.

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2 am.

He was supposed to be home six hours ago; you had called him over forty times with no answer and later went straight to voice mail.

You called his office and spoke to his secretary, who told you that he had left with his friends, so you called his best friend, who said they did go for drinks, but they all had left by 10 pm.

So here you are, sitting in your living room drinking.

Drinking whatever you could find in your cabinets.

You and Katsuki have been together since you were in your second year of high school; that was six years ago.

While the two of you did go to UA, only he could make it as a hero; once he broke the Top 10, he'd convinced you to quit your 9-5 and be a stay-at-home wife, more like a stay-at-home girlfriend.

You thought he would've proposed by now, but he would always say, "We're practically married already; why do we need a piece of paper to prove it?" and that was that.

It wasn't long after that he started coming home late.

You were always understanding about his work, so coming home late wasn't a problem; it didn't bother you; why would it? You trusted him.

Until now.

You downed your last glass of wine when you heard the front door open; you looked down at your phone.

3:30 am.

You hear Katsuki sigh and the thunk of his boot hitting the ground as he takes them off; you look over your shoulder, staring into the black hallway that leads to the entryway waiting for him to appear.

He slowly emerges from the darkness, groaning as he rolls his shoulders back.

"Hey."

He jumps, dropping his keys and wallet.

"FUCK!"

He glares at you as he reaches down to pick them up.

"What the fuck are you doing up?"

You drunkenly stand up. You are wobbling as you walk up to him.

He sets his belongings on the side table as you reach out and lay your hands on his chest, his hands coming up and engulfing yours.

He frowns.

"Are you drunk?"

You nod, leaning into his shirt, smelling him.

Flowers.

You roughly shove him back.

"S-shit!" He yells, grabbing the archway

"What the fuck!?"

He screams at you; his scowl softens as he sees your eyes welling up with tears.

He calls your name as he slowly reaches for you.

You turn your back to him, crying into your hands, shoulders shaking.

His heart breaks a little more; it's been hurting him all night.

"Who?" you sob.

He could feel his blood run cold.

"…What?"

You turn to him, face red and snotty

"Who is she?"

He swallows. "Baby, I don't know what you're talking about."

He reaches for you again, causing you to stumble back drunkenly.

"No! No, you liar!"

He hurries to catch you.

"No!" You wiggle in his grip.

He holds you tighter, pressing you into his chest.

"I called and called!" You scream, pounding on his chest.

"I called you! I called your office! Kirishima! And no one knew where you were!"

He feels his gut tie up in knots.

"And now… you come back smelling like a whore!"

You scream, thrashing around.

"A WHORE!"

"Hey! Calm down; I need you to fucking calm down!"

You slump in his hold.

He ran a hand down his face as he sat in the leather reading chair in the corner of the room; he thought back on the night it went wrong.

"I hate you." You mumble as he picks you up, cradling you in his arms.

"I know."

"You're a liar."

He nods, walking you down to your shared bedroom.

"I know."

"I…I'm so tired."

He nods, pushing the door open.

"I know, baby."

"Don't call me that."

He nods again, laying you down on the bed.

"You don't get to call me that."

It wasn't long before you nodded off, leaving him awake.

Was it when he was getting ready to leave the office?

Was it when his friends dragged him out to some club?

Was it ignoring your calls in favor of talking to some blonde he knew from a modeling shoot his done?

Was it when he took her home?

Was it when he slept with her?

Was it that he thought he could come home and think everything would be alright?

5 am.

His phone dings.

He looks down at it; It's her. She sent him a picture.

He opens it.

It's a picture of his cum leaking out of her with the message, "Come fuck it back into me."

He glances up from his phone and looks at you, sprawled out on the bed, softly snoring.

He sent her some money and said, "Don't talk to me. Buy some plan B."

He looks at the time.

Fuck. Katsuki throws his head back and groans.

He has work in an hour.

[satrs]

ᴅᴇᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ!

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; you're interested in your mayjor professor? What a scandal.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 2.3k

Tags; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI!. age gap(reader in early 20's aki in late 30's). bit exhibitionism(risky). nicknames(sir, slut, good girl). Breeding kink. Unprotected sex.

ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ 18+!

It was one day, when you got introduced to your new major professor for your semester, and boom- you had a crush. A big one at that.

You just found everything about him enthralling, from his little ponytail to his stoic expressions and serious manner. But it was his mysterious private life that got you going.

Normally, some of your previous professors would at least be a bit open about their private lives, mentioning their kids or wives- but him? Nothing.

He came, taught his classes, and went on his merry way. It frustrated you. You wanted to know more about him, did he have a wife? Hopefully not. Or kids? You were good with kids, to be honest.

What was his type in women? Petite ones? Shy? Or was he a votary of the body? Voluptuous? Or did he prefer slim women?

You had an urgent need to know, to know what the likelihood of him being drawn to you would be. It was not like you wanted to build up a life with him- a good fuck would be satisfactory.

"Miss Y/N? If you're not paying attention to my teaching, you are free to leave this classroom."

Mr. Hayakawa's voice lets your hair stand on end, drawing your attention back to him at the very front of the class. Everyone turned their heads in your direction, non-readable expressions on their faces.

You were embarrassed. This was the second time, in one day that you got a warning from the one teacher you were trying to get into your panties.

Very well done Y/N. He must think you're some impolite brat, still stuck in your high school years. Chance blown.

"I-I'm sorry, it won't happen again", you mumbled under your breath while averting your gaze from your class, hoping they would soon recover their attention back to his teachings.

But his resistant gaze never wavered, piercing your skull. His eyes soon lifted, leaving a sour expression on his face.

Your heart was beating in your chest, hands growing sweaty the more you fumbled with the end of your pitiful short skirt.

His eyes quickly flickered to where your hands were, quickly swallowing the lump in his throat as he caught the sight of your plush tighs. Damned be those short dresses, and you unconsciously winding it up didn't help him at all.

His sense holding his thoughts by a thread, he returned his gaze to your face, "You should come to me after class. We should discuss your behavior to prevent future inconveniences."

Your breath hitched, fingers tightly gripping your skirt in anticipation and embarrassment, "Yes sir."

Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as the bell rang, signaling the end of this lesson. You saw Mister Hayakawa clean the chalkboard, doing some things on his table after.

You sat on your chair, glued, unable to stand up or move, eyes inspecting your professor's movements.

More and more of your classmate left the room, the atmosphere growing more quiet with every student disappearing.

Soon, you felt your professor's blue eyes bore through yours. He motioned you to move him to the front with his index and middle finger, returning to doing something on his documents.

You gathered all your courage and stood up, making your way to the front. With every step you took, you felt excitement rushing through your veins, his attention soon on you as you stood on the opposite of where he was seated.

He rested his chin on his open palm, eyeing you up and down. Did he... just look at your skirt? Oh my god, he's still looking.

"The dress code of this University clearly states to wear the skirt over the knees, not thighs." You felt your face heat up at his comment, quickly mumbling endless apologies, and adjusting your skirt correctly.

His eyes now flew to your blouse, "Your blouse it's not how it's supposed to be, is it?"

This was the worst and best day of your life at the same time. Yes, you did get humiliated in front of your class and crush, but it was your crush who we're talking about right now.

Hands flying to your blouse to fully close the buttons, his voice made you halt your movements and glance at him through your lashes.

"Do you think I'm some dumb fuck? I know what you're doing, miss Y/N."

You bit the inside of your cheek, slyly looking anywhere but at him, "I don't know what you're talking about sir."

He let out a pity laugh at your answer, telling you to take a seat in front of him. He stood up, walking around the table until he stood right next to you, eyes glaring down at your form.

"Your skirt is always rilled up so high, blouse barely buttoned up," his fingers made contact with the wooden table, your eyes following the way his fingers neared you.

"I don't mind. I'm flattered, really.", his hand was mere inches from your face, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, "but do you know what I do mind?"

You were completely at his mercy, unable to protest nor look him in the eye. "N-no sir, I don't."

His movements stopped, hand softly taking hold of your chin, making your eyes meet his tempting ones. His gaze flickered between your eyes and mouth, unable to find rest in just one feature.

"Being rock hard during lessons because of your dirty little antics."

Your breath hitched in your throat, eyes slowly lowering to look at his pants, the imprint of his aching length visible through the fabric.

As he noticed where your eyes were fixated on, his hand slid down to the back of your neck, thumb sensually brushing it. "Be a good girl and help me out, yeah?"

You nodded and complied, hands making quick work to undo the belt on his pants, placing yourself on your knees before him while looking up at him with those eyes of yours.

Fuck, he was about to lose it. If you would continue looking at him like that, he would take you right there and then on this table. Your professor's mouth was slightly agape as you undid the last piece of his clothing, cock springing free.

You were quick to open your mouth and close it around his leaking tip. The feral growl he let out made you clench your thighs together, eager to hear more of him.

Your tongue flicked over his sensitive tip, causing the man above you to slightly hiss at your action. "Quit the teasing naughty girl. We don't got that much time."

His reminder caused you to speed up the bopping of your head, hand stroking what your mouth couldn't take in any more. His tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat, causing low moans to erupt from his lungs and you to choke around his length.

He soon was growing impatient, hand taking a firm hold of your hair, nails scraping your scalp. Your professor moved your head to a speed of his liking, throwing his head back as he steadied himself on the desk with his other hand.

And as he looked down at your form, tears welling at your eyes and brows frowning in concentration, he was about to burst right then and there. "Shit, you never look so concentrated in my lessons. What a dirty little slut."

Your mind was filled with pleasure, desperate for the man above you. You tore your mouth from his length, looking up at him with a desperate look on your face. "For you. Only for you professor. Please, I need you in me. Now."

Fuck. You'll be the death of him. His breathing was ragged, taking a glance at the clock while his chest heaved up and down from your actions. Only 25 more minutes before his new class came in. The both of you would need to be quick, or he would lose his job and you, your scholarship if anyone were to walk in on you both in such a scandalous act.

His eyes returned to your face, motioning you to get up to your feet. "We need to be quick alright?" You nodded quickly, understanding his intentions as you jumped onto his desk, quick to spread your legs.

He stood right between them, admiring your state for a second. Hair out of place and face completely drenched in utter desire- for him. Oh how long he had longed to have you like this. He could finally touch those thighs he always gawked at, the panties he only always caught a glips off now fully laid on display for him.

His hand was quick to lift your thigh, his still hard tip coming in contact with your aching clit in the process, causing you to let out a desperate mewl.

He cursed under his breath at the feeling, hand squeezing your thigh lightly.

He knew that he shouldn't do this-hell, the both of you knew. But this was what the both of you longed for for so so long. And now that you and he were able to give into your sinful thoughts and make them a reality, you couldn't find the strength to think about right and wrong.

His eyes were fixated between your legs, wet puddle on your panties, the outline of your glistening pussy visible through the thin fabric.

"Sir." your voice made him look up at you, eyes hanging low in pleasure. "Please." That was all it took him to slide your panties to the side, taking in the view of your aching heat, motioning his tip through your folds.

You bit your lip at the feeling, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you threw your head back at the feeling of his cock against your desperate cunt.

"Oh fuck.", he muttered, eyes closed as he pushed his cock into your warm heat, walls wrapping tightly around him as he bottomed out. "So fucking tight. Should've done this- fuck! earlier."

His hips began to move at a steady pace, his hand tightly gripping your thigh while his other hand was occupied with the bottom of your blouse, tearing it down before foundling your breasts.

You failed at the attempt of hiding your moans of pleasure, loud whines, and mewls filling the classroom alongside the slapping of skin.

"So good! s' so good!" you were a mess. Hair disheveled and face a complete filth sight: drool escaping the sides of your mouth while your tongue threatened to hang out of your mouth.

„Good, huh? Who‘s making this filthy pussy feel good?“ the man above you questioned, still hitting every spot imaginable inside of you, walls molding around his cock. The hand on your thigh placed a stinging slap on it, causing you to yelp in its grasp.

„You sir. Only you.“ Your legs began to betray you, turning into jelly as your trembling body reached its limit. Your orgasm hit you in an intense wave, causing you to bite into your hand in an attempt to muffle your loud moans. „Fuckfuckfuck!“

The relentless pounding of the dark-haired male soon began to flatter, him also nearing his orgasm with every clench of your tight and desperate cunt, longing to milk him dry. „I‘m gonna cum inside you yeah pretty? Make a mess in you, stuff you full.

You whined in response, overstimulated cunt grabbing his throbbing cock like a vice. „Yes sir! Please fill me up. ‚Want it so bad!“ That was all it took, your whiny voice, desperate look, and the hold you had around his neck, mere inches apart from his lips as you desperately rutted your hips into his. „Fuck.“

His head flew into your neck, biting down onto it, not too hard, but intense enough for you to hiss at the feeling. His movements halted and you felt his hot fluid paint your walls, a satisfying sigh escaping from the both of you.

He stayed like that for a brief minute, the both of you coming down from your intense orgasms. Your grip on his shoulders eased, and heavy breathing soon calmed down.

You felt his hot breath against your neck, a tingling sensation rushing through your body at the feeling. He lifted his head, eyes landing on the clock behind you as he cursed under his breath, emptiness filling your body as he slid out of you, some of his cum decorating your folds in a glistening white color.

He retreated into his pants, clearing his throat in an attempt to catch your attention. „Fix up pretty girl. Or do you want your classmates to see you like this?“ You jumped to your feet in fear at his words, quickly wiggling yourself back into your panties and speeding up your movements as you heard the sound of the bell, signaling the next lesson incoming.

The sound of people approaching and chattering filled your ears, looking at your professor in hectic as you adjusted your skirt and hair. He only lazily smirked at you, straightening the wrinkles of his shirt. „You got lessons too, right? You better hurry, don‘t wanna come in late right?“

You were shocked by his smirk and unbothered statement, pursing your lips together as you grabbed your stuff, ready to leave the room. The first students already came in, barely acknowledging you- to your luck.

„Miss Y/N.“ The sound of your name made you turn on your heels, looking at the man behind you. His gaze was fixated on your blouse, a light bite mark from his previous actions still visible. Your eyes wandered to where his eyes where pupils widening in realization as you quickly bottomed up your blouse to hide the mark he left on your delicate skin.

„We should discuss your current grade later. Please meet me after your last lesson. I think there‘s a need for an adjustment.“

©︎𝐊-𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐒. all rights reserved. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[ellievickstar]

I Found You…<3

A/N: I was kinda playing around with ‘i would burn this world for you’ and this came out. I might do this with other phrases…Also I just was to say that someone’s inability to love you does not make you unlovable, always remember that <3

Summary: During an argument with the female that his father forced him to marry, Eris realises that he wants her more than he could ever admit, and would love to prove it to her.

Request: N/A

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Reader

Warnings: Domestic abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse.

~*~*~*~*~

Banging his fist against the table, he rose. There was rage in his eyes, pure unfaltering rage. You flinched slightly as he pointed accusingly at you, almost screaming. “How dare you disrespect a direct order from your father and High Lord! We have decided that you and Eris will be wed. You have no say! Do you hear me?” Opening your mouth to try and reason with your father, but he cut you off again. “If I hear another protest out of you, I will ensure that they will need much more than makeup to cover that HIDEOUS face of yours!” This was final, leaving no room for negotiation, your father stared at you as tears formed in your eyes, forcing you to look down, your hands shaking as you mumbled as many apologies as you could. 

This wasn’t the first time your father had abused his power to get what he wanted, seeing as he was a close friend of Beron Vanserra, the two of them seemed to find some sort of twisted pleasure in bringing pain to their children. Gasping as your father grabbed your face and pulled it to meet his, he snarled one more time, “And don’t even think about getting out of this like that whore from the Night Court, I won’t be nearly as merciful and that will be the last day you ever see the sky,” Nodding your understanding, your father looked at your face for any sign of dishonesty, satisfied to find only pure terror in your eyes. In his eyes, fear was a weapon that he would wield. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as he finally let go of you, tears beginning to escape the corners of your eyes and flowed down your face. Pushing your chair out, you clumsily blurted the words to be excused, dazed as you swiftly exited the dining hall. The only thing guiding you in that moment was the voice in your head that told you to stay in your room until the next day. To follow your father’s instructions until the wedding, and to then play the perfect wife, a shell of the person she would have been, just like the Lady of Autumn. Part of you couldn’t bear it, screaming at you to run, to find solace in another court, to hide from your father and live out the rest of your days happily, free. But how could you? 

Your thoughts travelled to your sister…so so young. Your father had guaranteed that one of his daughters would marry one of the High Lord’s sons, and if Beron Vanserra or his mad sons got their hands on your sister- you would not stand for it. You would much rather be the one to enter that damned manor, to be the trophy wife for a mad man’s son. Maybe it would appease your father and he would be gentler on your sister, maybe if all was well you would be able to send her enough coin to help her run away, far from this cursed family. Far from a place that the both of you could never call home. 

Shaking your head, you knew it was impossible. All you could do was follow your father’s orders as best you could and pray that you could support your sister even after the ceremony was finished. 

Yes. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

The days passed in a blink of an eye as you slowly forced yourself to endure a gruelling week of preparation to meet your betrothed. Father was getting more irritable, constantly screaming at servants for everything to be perfection. Everyone was walking on eggshells around him.  He was so demanding, especially now that the meeting was so near.  

Meanwhile, you dreaded the day more than anything, silently praying that an assassin from another land would come and end your life because of some agenda they have against your father. That would have been much better than marrying Eris Vanserra. You only had met him a handful of times, and all you recalled was his rudeness, his cruelty, how the servants feared him. It was well-known that he was just like Baron in many ways, especially when it came to being violent. 

“Shoulders straight, smile,”He snarled, “I don’t need any scandal, so behave.” 

“Your hair is out of place! And I can still see your bruises, which incompetent servant did your makeup!?” Your father fumed as you sat in the drawing room of your family house. You trembled silently, taking in every criticism as you prayed for the day to be over as soon as possible, willing yourself to hold back your tears as much as possible. 

Your fate was sealed as a servant crept into the room, informing your father that the guest had arrived. Baron Vanserra and his son were here. And they were here for you. The terror that you had hidden away began to creep up your spine. This was it. If you failed to make a good impression, you would remain in your own household and your father would beat you to death, or worse, beat your sister in front of you. If you made a good impression, you would be dragged away to the Vanserra Manor and be wed to what might be the cruellest man alive. 

They weren’t great options, but you wouldn’t take a risk on your sister’s safety. So you folded your hands in your lap, blinked back the tears, and smiled politely as the two males entered the room. Eris trailed behind his father, who shook your hands with your father, who ordered you and Eris to speak to each other while they discussed the details and formalities of this matrimony. 

Your smile dropped slightly, but you tried your best to mutter out an introduction under the searing gaze of the future High Lord.

“I am Y/N Y/L/N,” Eris nodded. “Eris Vanserra, Lord of Autumn,” It stayed silent after, the awkwardness hanging in the air. Part of you seemed to sigh in relief. Awkwardness, which meant he probably wasn’t as mean as you had imagined. Still you couldn’t completely skip over the possibility that he was hiding his true self in order to manipulate you. 

A few minutes of looking at anything but each other — the walls, the ceiling, even the creepy statue you had always hated — had passed before Eris had cleared his throat, grabbing your attention. “So you’re the girl he wants me to marry,” In which you retorted back before you could stop yourself, “So you’re the mad man’s son.” Surprised by your own boldness, your face heated as a grin began to creep onto Eris’s face.

"Feisty, thought you would be quiet since the last time i saw you you were so soft, little flame," You paused at the nickname but quickly smirked back. "I was nine at the time, forgive me if you intimidated me. But now I see there was nothing to be afraid of because I think I could easily kick you ass," He chuckled. However, his laughter died down as you stared at him expectantly.

"You never told me you were Eris Vanserra," "But I did tell you I was someone important, not my fault you never recognised me at masquerades," He grumbled. You wanted to smile but there were still the problems that have just been precedent.

"The last time we met, you said that you'd burn the world for me, is that still true?" He thought for a moment as you braced yourself for he rejection that might come. But what he said next was so unexpected that it made your heart bleed.

"I wouldn't just burn the world for you, I'd live in it. Every single damn day I will bear the pains of this world for the rest of my life, if it means that I'll be with you. I found you, little flame, and i won't ever let go."

~*~*~*~*~

A/N: AHHHHHH OMG SO CUTE HAHAHHAHA

taglist: - no taglist for Eris yet -

[torgerandsuzanne]

This weekend, all the major movers and shakers in Formula 1 have descended on Silverstone for the British Grand Prix. On track, seven-time world champion Lewis Hamilton will attempt to slow Max Verstappen’s seemingly inexorable charge towards a third successive title. Off it, their respective team principals, Mercedes’ Toto Wolff and his nemesis, Red Bull’s Christian Horner, will also do battle. But arguably the most significant power move made in motorsport this week may already have taken place. Its architect was none other than Susie Wolff, wife of Toto. And just quietly, she is hoping she may have triggered a revolution.

As managing director of F1 Academy, a new all-female single-seater series, she is currently thrashing out what she believes could be a ‘game-changing deal’ with F1’s 10 teams, which she hopes will boost female participation in motorsport like nothing before.

......

Leaning back in a chair in the library of the Monaco Yacht Club, Wolff lets out a snigger. ‘It’s true,’ she nods. ‘He really did once describe me as a donkey!’ We are talking about her husband, Toto Wolff. The donkey reference actually cropped up in an interview the couple gave to Ben and Georgie Ainslie’s Performance People podcast last year. In the YouTube version of the podcast, you can see Susie, by this point in hysterics, miming someone digging a hole ever-deeper. The exchange is a window into their relationship: playful, loving, with Susie giving as good as she gets. But it also says something about both of their characters. Toto is a high performer, there is no doubt about that. And Susie? Well, ‘donkey’ may be a bit harsh for a woman who once gave Hamilton a run for his money in karting. But she knows what her husband meant. ‘Don’t underestimate the donkey,’ she says, grinning. ‘It gets there in the end. I do have a lot of tenacity.’ She is going to need it in her latest role. 

There have been various attempts down the years to drive female participation in motorsport and achieve the ultimate breakthrough: returning a woman to the F1 grid. Wolff believes F1 Academy is different. For starters, it is the first all-female series launched and owned by Formula 1 itself. That means it is in F1’s interests for it to succeed. So whereas W Series, for instance, was given an enviable platform by the sport the fate of F1 Academy is far more intertwined with the brand. Not only will it compete on the F1 circuit from next season, but the two series will collaborate far more closely. Wolff cannot speak just yet about what that might look like, as the finer details are still being ironed out. Suffice to say there are some very exciting plans in the offing that she hopes to announce soon. ‘I think there are some forward-thinking team principals in Formula 1,’ she says. ‘I certainly feel a real commitment from within the paddock to help change things now.’ ‘When I met them all after my announcement in Bahrain, I said to all of them, “Please don’t think of this as a ‘woman’s thing’ being run by a woman. This is for the greater good of this sport. I hope it will add value to Formula 1 long-term. And we need to be on this journey together.” So far, the response has been very positive, I have to say.’ Wolff smiles. ‘But F1 Academy cannot just be about 15 young women racing. And we cannot have the sole purpose of trying to find the next female F1 driver. We have to stand for something much more. It’s about creating opportunity. How are we making motorsport accessible to girls? That’s why I’m spending a lot of my time in the world of karting right now, trying to understand, OK, who’s out there racing? At what level? What is stopping girls from racing? I think that’s where we’ve got to be really proactive. Because that talent pool is what we need to grow.’

......

Wolff is uniquely well-placed to do so. Born in Oban she had a typically outdoorsy upbringing. Both she and older brother David, were put on skis and bikes as toddlers. Her parents, owned a motorcycle dealership and her father raced bikes competitively, so racing was ‘in the blood’. But, Wolff says, she was ‘never a typical tomboy’. ‘I had my Barbie. I had my dolls. I liked that stuff. But I also loved going fast.’ Eventually the family got a second-hand kart and that was it, although Wolff insists it was just ‘for fun’ until she was taken to a Formula 3 race at Donington Park one year and watched Jenson Button win. ‘That’s when I was like: “This is what I want.” After that I started racing in the European and world championships.’ It was at that point, too, that Wolff began to experience sexism for the first time. She had always been ‘the only girl’ in karting races. Or at least one of very few. But as her participation became more serious, so too did the feeling of being not just different but unwanted. ‘Funnily enough, half of my battle was with the parents of my competitors,’ she recalls. ‘For them, it was not wanting their sons to get beaten by a girl.’

Sometimes her own teams, supposedly on her side, were just as culpable. When she reached DTM, the German touring car championship, Wolff was famously made to drive a pink car. ‘I hated it,’ she says. ‘It was such a cliché. No one wanted to be overtaken by that car.’  Wolff recalls one particularly awkward episode when three-time F1 world champion Niki Lauda came to watch his son Mathias. ‘Mathias and I were teammates and it was a real thrill that Niki was coming to watch,’ she says, wincing. ‘So anyway, he walks into the garage, and all the drivers were in there, and without even saying hi to Mathias or anything, he took one look at me and said to Mathias: “Whatever you do, beat her.” Even Mathias was embarrassed.’ ‘Years later, when we obviously became friends at Mercedes I brought it up and Niki was like, “Yeah, I know. But I knew it wouldn’t have been helpful to Mathias if he got beaten by you.” I said, “But Niki, I was an impressionable young driver.” Obviously he was of a certain generation. But I think that still exists. That stigma. Not wanting to be beaten by a girl. The preconception that women are bad drivers. We have to change that.’

.....

In other times during Wolff’s career it has been double standards that infuriated her. Male drivers could advertise products or cash in on their celebrity. But when Wolff did the same she would be accused of ‘using her body’ to further her career. This is someone who had, and still has, a genuine interest in fashion. ‘It was frustrating,’ she admits. ‘I turned down loads of things. I remember being questioned about one shoot, with Vogue Japan. “What? You’re going to turn down Vogue? No! It’s one of the top titles…”’ ‘Ultimately, I think it’s about finding a balance and doing what you’re comfortable with. I had one golden rule. I would never date another driver. I wanted to look after my reputation and just be someone that was seen as credible. But I think this idea that you just put your helmet on and race and nothing else matters… that’s not the case. Take Lewis. What he brings to the table is his outstanding talent on track. But also, all of the stuff he represents off-track. So if anything, I look back and say, I should have gone even harder.’

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Does she believe she was held back? Wolff shakes her head. ‘I think I fulfilled my potential. If I look back now, with more perspective, I wasn’t one of the most talented. I had a lot of tenacity and a lot of determination. A lot of thick skin. So I look back with no bitterness whatsoever. There were a lot of tough moments, I won’t lie. But I also met Toto, which led me to where I am now.’ They met in 2009 when Wolff was competing in DTM. Toto, 11 years her senior and with two young children from a previous marriage, was the co-owner of HWA AG, which ran the DTM race programme for Mercedes. He proposed one year later on a boat in Venice (well, on a boat back to the airport after his original plan to propose at a romantic restaurant was scuppered when a couple they knew sat down at the next table) and they were married in Capri in 2011. Inevitably their relationship, her subsequent role at Williams, and rise through senior management positions at Venturi Racing, a Monaco-based Formula E team, to F1 Academy, have led to allegations of nepotism. 

‘I am completely fine with that because in the end, I know the truth,’ Wolff says. ‘I got the drive with Williams after I met Frank at a DTM event at Brands Hatch and told him I’d done a school project on Williams as a 12-year-old girl and it was always my dream to drive an F1 car. At the end of the conversation he said, “I’ll give you 25 laps at Silverstone.” It kind of snowballed from there. How much of that was Toto? It’s impossible to judge. But I feel I grabbed my chance.’ ‘Toto was never on the radio telling me how to drive a Formula 1 car. He wasn’t holding my hand telling me how to run a Formula E team. I did all of that on my own two feet. I know I’ve got what it takes to be successful, I don’t need Toto to open doors for me.’ She pauses. ‘I think in some instances, it can be very helpful having the Wolff surname, in others very unhelpful. But I wouldn’t change it for a second.’

Marrying up their schedules can’t be easy. The couple’s main home is in Monaco, but when we meet, Toto is back at the factory in Brackley, having just returned from the Canadian Grand Prix. He will fly out to take over parental duties from Susie when she heads to Zandvoort at the end of the week. ‘I don’t think we’re dissimilar to many couples who have busy jobs,’ Wolff says. ‘I have Toto’s schedule on my phone so I always know which country he is in, or at least when he’s coming home. And we just have to prioritise. If that means Jack and I jumping on a plane to wherever he is to make it work, we make it work.’  Wolff admits it is her who generally compromises. ‘Someone has to,’ she shrugs. ‘And right now it’s me, for sure. I’m based here. And Toto is in and out. It’s a big advantage that I understand the industry so well; why he has to be away, why he has to stay longer at the factory. All of that means I’m not giving him a headache at home when he does return. I get it.’

Have Mercedes’ recent struggles on track made things more stressful? ‘Actually I’d say he is in a better place than he was a few years ago,’ Wolff replies. ‘I think he had a moment in lockdown where he didn’t know whether he wanted to stay in the sport. But now he has really got the bit between his teeth again. Sometimes I’m in a room when he’s on a very difficult call and I’m starting to feel, “F--k, this is some serious pressure!” But he can just pile it on. It’s definitely one of his strengths.’ In 2021 the couple moved to Monaco from Switzerland, although they also keep a place in Oxford from which Toto can commute to the factory. ‘Believe me, I never imagined I would be living here,’ Wolff says, laughing. ‘Obviously I started coming out a lot when I joined Venturi. I’d leave cold, grey England and land here in blue skies. I just started thinking, it’s not so bad out here… It works for us now.’  As you would expect, Jack attends a school with the sons and daughters of other international jetsetters. ‘His best friend is Augusto Farfus’ son. Naila Rosberg is a year older, her sister is a year younger,’ Wolff says. But really, she insists, they do not have a lavish lifestyle. ‘My son spends every school holiday back in Scotland because I want him to have that balance. You know, this is a bubble. It’s not quite reality. So he goes camping with my parents.’ As for the Monte Carlo nightlife, Wolff says, ‘We keep ourselves to ourselves. The buzzing social life is just not my thing at all. You find your tribe but we spend so much time away, I’d much rather stay in during the evening than go out somewhere.’

Susie's interview with The Telegraph where she talks about F1 Academy, sexism and double standards she experienced as a female racing driver and her relationship with Toto.

[topguncortez]

CONGRATS ON 3K 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 could i request #19 “You know, how about a little fun before we go to bed?” from the hot in herre list with my fav dilf jake

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Shy!Wifey warnings: suggestive, a bit smutty, Jake can't keep his hands to himself, making out, dry humping, cuming in ones pants Opposites Attract Masterlist | Jake Seresin Masterlist Main Masterlist 3 fucking K celebration!

It had been the longest week of their lives. Y/N and Jake Seresin had been running on empty the whole week from taking their kids to various events, their jobs, making dinner, keeping the house clean and five kids out of trouble. And to make things even worse, it was the week of Christmas.

Their house had been decorated to perfection thanks to Y/N and Penny. Over the years, Y/N had gotten more and more creative when it came to decorating their home. Jake would bring up the boxes from the basement and stand back, lending a hand when she'd ask for it.

Christmas Eve was usually held at Penny's house for the whole Dagger Squad. It used to be just a small gathering of the aviators. But slowly, over the years it had grown thanks to partners, spouses, and kids being added to the growing family. Even Rooster had managed to grow a pair and ask Dragon to be his girlfriend.

Y/N was sitting on Jake's lap as they were sitting in the den Penny's house. The kids were running around, burning off the Christmas cookies that Rooster had fed them. Val, Javy's wife scolded the pilot but Rooster just smiled and said he gets the "Uncle Pass" on Christmas. Jake rubbed his hand up and down Y/N's thighs as she looked over at Bob and his girlfriend, Bea, who was heavily pregnant.

"Remember when that was you?" Jake asked and Y/N looked at him.

"Mhm," She nodded, "And remember when you got pulled over while trying to get me to the hospital."

"Hey! I wasn't trying to get baby juice all over my new carseats," Jake said and Y/N rolled her eyes, "But, we got there in time anyway."

"Yeah, we did," Y/N sighed and gently touched her belly, "Sometimes I forget that we are done having kids, and then I remember and get sad."

"Well the vasectomy is reversible, if you want more babies-"

"Oh no, Seresin, we are done. I'm just reminiscing," Y/N laughed and pushed herself up from Jake's lap, "We gotta get going soon. Got G-I-F-T-S to wrap."

"They're staying with Rooster and Dragon right?" Jake got up from his chair and followed his wife towards where the kids laughter was coming from. Y/N nodded and Jake smirked, "Good."

"I have their sleep over bags in the car. I'll go grab my coat and then get them."

"Okay, but uh, Mrs. Seresin, you're forgetting something," Jake said, putting his hands behind his back.

"What?"

Jake pointed up at the mistletoe that was directly above them. Y/N looked up at it and then at her husband, who had a boyish grin on his face.

"Can't break the rules, baby," Jake said.

"You're so childish," Y/N giggled and grabbed the collar of his shirt and brought him in for a kiss.

"EW THAT'S COOTIES!" A young child yelled out. Y/N pulled away from Jake to see Clara Fitch, Payback's little girl standing in the doorway with Elena Machado and Ella.

"Oh, I'm gonna get you three!" Jake exclaimed and started chasing after the little girls. Loud laughter came from their mouthes as they ran back towards the play room, and Y/N couldn't help but laugh and shake her head.

"He's so different with them," Phoenix said, walking over to you, "How did you do it? How did you tame him?"

"Not quite sure," Y/N sighed, "Ya know what they say, opposites attract."

When the night dwindled down, and the kids were starting to come down from their sugar highs, everyone slowly started to gather their things and kids to go home for the night. Max and Jasper were both asleep, one of each of Y/N's hips, their little heads on her shoulders. Jake was always amazed how she managed to hold both of them. They would be turning two tomorrow, and already exceeding their milestones for their age.

Bradley was helping get the older three Seresin kids in his car with Dragon putting their bags in the back.

"Are you sure you're okay with taking them?" Y/N asked.

"Yes, for the thousandth time," Bradley said, "I'll cook breakfast in the morning, Dragon and I have some gifts for them to open. It allows you two to W-R-A-P their G-I-F-T-S, and set up stuff for dinner. It's fine."

"It gives this one practice for Christmas mornings," Dragon said, walking to Bradley. Y/N watched as he put his arm around the girl and she rested her hand on his chest, the diamond ring catching her eye.

"Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw, when did you do this?" Y/N's eyes were wide as she nodded her head towards the ring.

"This morning," Bradley looked down at the girl. It made Y/N's heart warm in her chest. All she had ever wanted for Bradley since meeting him all those years ago, was for him to be loved and happy. She had seen him struggle to find his place, but he had finally found it. Allowing himself to be welcomed into Y/N and Jake's family, and finding the one person he loved more than anything.

"Well congrats," Y/N said and Jasper let out a yawn in her arms.

"I'll take them in my car. Jake put the booster seats in there," Dragon said, leading Y/N to her car. Jake walked over to his wife and took one of his boys from her arms, and put Max into his carseat, kissing his forehead as he buckled him in.

"I plan to be up and ready around 10, if you want to bring them by then. I'm guessing they'll sleep in," Y/N said, as she adjusted the buckle of Jasper's booster seat.

"Bradley has been gathering stuff all week for this breakfast. You guys are welcome to come. Mav, Penny, Amelia and Phoenix are," Dragon said.

"Sounds good! Thank you so much," Y/N hugged the Trace girl, before saying one last good night to her boys and then over to Bradley's truck to say good night to her older kids.

--- --- ---

The living room looked like Santa's workshop as Y/N and Jake wrapped presents for various kids. They found it easier to have different wrapping paper for different kids. Jake was starting to get frustrated as he tried to wrap Ella's Barbie Dream house she begged for. He looked over at Y/N's perfectly wrapped gifts and frowned. She was only using about three-four pieces of tape and Jake felt like he was using the whole roll.

"I can't just put a garbage sack over this and a bow on top?" Jake asked and Y/N looked at him.

"No."

Jake huffed, "I can't wrap things as good as you."

"It takes practice," Y/N answered, grabbing the fancy sharpie and writing on the gift tag, "Come on, these gifts aren't wrapping themselves."

"Who made you head elf?"

"I did because I can see your wrapping skills. Santa would've fired you by now."

Jake playfully shoved her, and went back to wrapping the dream house.

About an hour later, the tree was packed full of gifts. Y/N put out the milk and cookies plate, with a handwritten note from "Santa" for the kids to find when they come home tomorrow morning. She also laid out the kids Christmas dinner outfits on their bed. They had decided after the twins first birthday to do Christmas dinner for their families as a way to celebrate their birthday.

They were snuggled up on the couch, as "A Christmas Story" played in the background, both clad in their pajamas and sipping on hot chocolate and baileys. The house was quiet, and they couldn't remember the last time that had happened. Probably before they even had kids. Jake looked down at his wife, who was laughing at Ralphie getting pushed down the slide by Santa.

"Baby?" Jake asked.

"Hm?"

“We're home alone," He pointed out and Y/N looked up at him, "You know, how about a little fun before we go to bed?” He smirked, running his hand over her thigh.

"Okay," Y/N didn't need much convincing as she moved her body to straddle her husbands lap, and pressed her lips to his.

Jake groaned in response, his hands roaming her back, before settling on her hips. Neither one could remember the last time they just sat on the couch, and made out with each other like a bunch of horny teenagers. Even worse, they couldn't remember the last time they had actually had a moment to touch each other besides the fleeting little touch in passing. They were desperate for each other.

"Baby, I missed you," Jake said against her lips, "Missed everything about you."

"I missed you too, daddy," Y/N whimpered and Jake felt himself harden underneath her.

Jake's hands started guiding her hips, moving her lazily over his hard on through his pajama pants. Her hands tangled in his blonde locks, pulling on it gently, knowing how crazy it drives him. Jake slipped his tongue in her mouth, exploring the taste of cocoa and bailey's. He leaned forward a bit, wrapping his strong arms around her body, before standing up from the couch. A squeal left her lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Where are we going?" Y/N asked.

"To the floor," Jake said, and maneuvered to the space in front of the fire place. Jake gently laid her down onto the white fluffy rug that she only got out for Christmas.

"This has always been on my bucket list. To fuck you by the fire place on Christmas Eve."

"Yeah?" Y/N asked, and pushed herself up enough that she could grab the hem of her sleep shirt, and pull it over her head. Jake's eyes widened as he saw the red and white lace bra that left little to the imagination that she was wearing.

"Holy fuck."

"Merry Christmas," Y/N said, and leaned in to kiss him, but let her lips ghost his, "Unwrap your gift baby."

"Oh baby, I'm gonna do more than unwrap you."

[dc418writes]

✨Pairing✨: firefighter!Curtis Everettxblack,nanny!reader

Summary🪄: It’s hard to sleep when you’re worried sick (Dipped in Guilt addition)

⚠️: tiny bit of angst, mention of building being on fire, mention of death, fluff💕

*Disclaimer!: although visual made by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of photos used as they were all found via Pinterest*

All night they’ve shown the massive fire downtown currently engulfing one of the local grocery stores- the one you tended to frequent actually

No one knows how it started, according to the newscasters, but it didn’t take long to spread first filling the building with thick smoke

Luckily everyone made it out with the brave work of all the stations involved - including station 3

Where Curtis worked

Your heart sunk and hands became sweaty watching his uniform clad body run into the fiery building earlier. The “Everett” on his helmet bouncing as it briefly came into the overhead cameras view before he was gone in the wall of smoke and crimson-orange

Finn’s little whines were the distraction you needed, carefully unbuckling him from his high chair before gently bouncing him in your arms and patting his back. Immediately he begins to quiet lying his head in the crook of your neck

“It’s okay. Your dad’s gonna be fine.” You hoped

Multiple times you tried to will yourself into changing the channel and give your emotions a break, but every time you’d get sucked back in worried about Curtis

Everyone in the crew really, but Curtis tended to appear in your mind more frequently

Eventually you must’ve fallen asleep now being awoken by the front door shutting. Curtis now inside turning the locks and kicking off his boots with shoulders slightly sagged from his noticeable exhaustion

“Hey, you’re home,” you smile. More excited to see him safe than you probably should admit

“Yea,” he sighs moving towards the kitchen. “Finn was okay?”

“Yea, he ate all his food and knocked out a little after his bath.”

“Good.”

Red throw wrapped around your shoulders, your feet softly pad against the light hardwood to the island standing across from him pulling a beer from the fridge

“There’s leftover lasagna in there too. I-If you’re hungry.” He only hums with a slight nod taking a long swig from the glass bottle. His attention still somewhere else having not looked at you since he arrived

You start to think maybe you should leave him be, but deep down you don’t feel right leaving him alone. Especially not after tonight

“How’s the crew?,” you ask wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself

“They’re good. Jensen got a bit of smoke inhalation but he’ll be okay.”

You gently nod, “and you?”

“Not my first fire. Definitely not the worst one I’ve seen.”

“Doesn’t mean it has no effect though.”

He pauses for a moment letting your words sink in before lifting the bottle to his lips again. You were definitely right

As they rushed to the fire engine and hurriedly put on their equipment all he could think was if this could be his last. How he’d be leaving behind a son that barely knew him, his mother, and friends. You

He kept those thoughts and fears buried though so he could do his job, and well after that

When she was alive, his wife would try to pull it out of him but those efforts tended to be unsuccessful from his continued silence or mumbled, “I’m fine,” as he pecked her cheek or lips

Feeling something around his middle, he looks down to see the corners of the red blanket briefly covering his shirt before it’s gone and he hears you shuffle back a couple steps

“S-Sorry I…I know I overstepped..but I’m glad you’re okay. And I get it if you don’t want to talk.”

Just as you round the island, you hear the small clank of Curtis setting down his bottle as he turns to lean against the counter. Finally looking at you with tired, reddened eyes

“Mind uh..staying..for a while?,” he softly asks. And how could you say no when he’s looking at you like that? Clearly in need of someone, but either too proud - or maybe even scared - to reach out

You’re silent as you return to stand in front of him. His arms slightly opening to give you just enough room so you can step forward and press against him. Both of you wrapped in that red throw as you nuzzle into his chest and his chin rests on your head

For so long he’s been used to coming home and sleeping with the trauma’s of the day. Taking in your sweet scent and heartbeat against his skin is enough to have him break down right there finally having that intimacy again, but as usual he locks those feelings away.

The muffled “thanks,” slipping from his mouth while your hands glide along the ridges of his muscled back warm you better than any blanket ever could

“Anytime Curtis.”

[timeless-fanfic]

hii can you do a head cannon of John’s wife being like besties with his dad Zebedee

Please and thank u for taking the time to write these wonderful stories🩷

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Word Count: 1313

John x Reader

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the bustling shoreline where Zebedee worked alongside his sons, John and Big James. The scene was familiar—nets in hand, pulling in the day's catch, and the rhythmic sounds of the waves crashing against the shore. However, something about today felt different, at least to John, as his father and wife were nowhere to be found.

John let out a soft groan as he squinted toward the hill where their home was nestled. His father had been spending more and more time with [Y/N], and John couldn't quite put his finger on why it irked him so much. Perhaps it was because Zebedee and [Y/N] had become fast friends, even more than that—best friends. If John didn't know better, he'd think they were conspiring against him.

"You think they're at it again?" Big James chuckled, noticing the furrow in John's brow as he followed his brother’s gaze.

"Of course they are," John grumbled, tossing a net aside with a bit more force than necessary. "They never stop."

Back at the house, laughter filled the air as Zebedee and [Y/N] sat at the table, mid-conversation, their hands resting on mugs of fresh water. Zebedee's deep chuckle mixed with [Y/N]'s lighter, almost mischievous laughter.

"I'm telling you, Zebedee, you should’ve seen the look on John's face when he realized I beat him to the last fig in the basket. He was speechless!" [Y/N] grinned, leaning back in her chair.

Zebedee’s eyes twinkled as he responded, "You remind me of his mother, you know. She had that same spark, always one step ahead of me. John doesn’t stand a chance!"

The two burst into another round of laughter, completely oblivious to the world outside their playful banter. They’d found in each other a kindred spirit—Zebedee, with his larger-than-life personality and fatherly warmth, and [Y/N], with her quick wit and lighthearted nature. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with.

"And don't get me started on the time I told Big James that fishing wasn’t all that hard," [Y/N] continued, shaking her head. "He looked at me like I'd said I could part the sea."

Zebedee threw his head back in laughter. "You’ve got a way with those boys, that's for sure."

"Well, someone has to keep them on their toes," she winked.

Meanwhile, John and Big James trudged up the hill, their fishing duties behind them. John could already hear the sound of his father's laughter as they approached the house, and he let out a dramatic sigh.

"Honestly, you'd think he’d adopted her or something," John muttered under his breath.

Big James nudged his brother. "You're just jealous because [Y/N] can outwit us both. I think it's funny."

John shot him a glare but couldn't help the smile tugging at his lips. As much as he tried to act annoyed, there was no denying that his wife and his father’s bond brought joy to their household. Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease her about it.

They stepped inside just in time to hear Zebedee say, "You know, I might have to take you out on the boat one of these days, [Y/N]. Show you what real fishing is like."

"Ha!" John interrupted, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. "Are you trying to steal my wife, Father?"

Zebedee turned with a grin, unfazed. "Not stealing, just borrowing. She’s much better company than you and Big James. Always trying to prove something, those two." He winked at [Y/N], who tried (and failed) to stifle her laughter.

"Oh, I don’t mind being borrowed," [Y/N] teased, shooting John a playful look. "But you'd better be careful, John, or you might find me spending more time with your father than with you."

John raised an eyebrow, walking over to plant a kiss on [Y/N]'s cheek. "I think you're already spending more time with him."

Big James joined the banter, shaking his head with mock exasperation. "We can't compete. They've got a secret alliance going on."

"Secret? There's nothing secret about it," Zebedee said proudly, leaning back in his chair. "We’re just better at being friends than you boys are."

[Y/N] leaned in conspiratorially, whispering loudly enough for everyone to hear, "Zebedee just has better stories. And he doesn’t get all grumpy when he loses a game."

John threw his hands up in mock defeat. "One game! I lost one game of knucklebones, and suddenly I’m ‘grumpy.’"

"More like competitive," Big James teased, nudging his brother.

Zebedee pointed at his sons with a grin. "See, [Y/N] knows how to have fun. The two of you need to learn a thing or two."

The teasing continued, lighthearted and warm, with John and Big James exchanging playful jabs as they sat down with the rest of the family. For all the jokes and ribbing, the house felt full of life and love, with [Y/N] at the center, seamlessly fitting into the family dynamics. Even if John wouldn’t admit it outright, he was glad that his wife and his father got along so well. It made the days brighter, the work lighter, and the laughs more frequent.

Later that evening, after Big James and Zebedee had gone to bed, John and [Y/N] found themselves sitting outside, watching the stars twinkle overhead. The air was cool, and the gentle sound of the waves lapping at the shore provided a peaceful backdrop.

"You know," John started, his voice soft, "as much as I pretend to be annoyed, I’m glad you and my father are so close."

[Y/N] smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder. "You pretend pretty badly, by the way."

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her. "I guess I do. But seriously, he’s happier with you around. I’ve never seen him laugh so much."

"He reminds me of you," [Y/N] said quietly, her hand tracing idle patterns on John’s arm. "Just a little more... well, let’s just say you’ve inherited his stubbornness."

John smirked. "I’ll take that as a compliment."

"It is," she assured him, her voice softening. "Your family has become my family, and I couldn’t have asked for better."

John turned to press a kiss to her forehead, feeling the weight of her words settle in his heart. He had always known that marriage meant blending lives, but watching [Y/N] and his father form their unique bond had been something truly special. It wasn’t just about him and her—it was about all of them, coming together to create something new, something stronger.

"You’re stuck with us now, you know," John said with a grin, though his tone was laced with tenderness.

[Y/N] looked up at him, eyes twinkling. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."

They sat there in comfortable silence, the stars overhead and the warmth of their shared love and laughter surrounding them. Whatever the future held, [Y/N] knew she would face it with John and his family by her side. And that thought brought her a deep sense of peace and joy.

The next morning, as the sun began to rise and the house came to life once again, Zebedee’s voice echoed through the halls. "Where’s my partner in crime? [Y/N], are you ready for another day of outsmarting these two?"

John groaned dramatically from the other room. "Here we go again."

[Y/N] laughed, throwing a wink in John’s direction before calling out to Zebedee. "I’m always ready! Let’s show these boys how it’s done."

As the day unfolded, filled with more playful banter, laughter, and the occasional eye-roll from John and Big James, it was clear that the bond between [Y/N] and Zebedee was unshakable. They were more than in-laws; they were friends, partners in fun, and two peas in a pod.

And as much as John liked to grumble, deep down, he wouldn’t change a thing.

[andydrysdalerogers]

The Type You Save ~ S I X T E E N

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

A/N: the penaultimate chapter

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

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Previous: F I F T E E N

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Steve woke up with pain.  Shit, he thought to himself.  The light in the room was blinding, not helping the headache he had at all.  He blinked slowly trying to orient himself.  He went to massage his head but found he couldn’t move. This is what finally brought him into full consciousness.  He looked to see Nate sitting next to him, tied to the chair with his arms behind his back. He finally lifted his head and saw Alex in front of him, also tied to a chair but gagged.  He could see that she had been crying.  “Alex?” 

“Ah, Captain Rogers, good to see you are finally awake.”  A man in a crisp suit stood in front of him. “I don’t believe we have met.  Christian Grey.”  

Steve stared daggers at the man. “You’re the asshole that is trying to rip my family apart. Trying to take my brother’s wife.  My nephew’s mother.”  

“She is mine,” Christian snarled.  “She was always mine.” He punched Steve in the face. Steve raised his face back up, a trickle of blood running from the corner of his lip. Alex muffled scream came from across the room.  A laugh could be heard, and he looked to see another man with Zemo standing next to him.  

Christian walked over to Nate. “I knew you would betray me, Nathaniel.  You were always weak, especially for my girl.”  

“She was never your girl.” Nate looked defiantly towards him.  “You took an innocent girl and ruined her.  I did everything to protect her.  You just wanted to fuck her up.  We had a code, ethics.”  

Grey got right in his face. “Don’t act like you had to moral high ground,” he snarled.  “You were right there next to us, doing my dirty work without a second thought.  You lusted after Alex just like every other man. Let me rephrase, you were in love with her.”  

Nate didn’t blink.  “Yes, I do.  I loved her so much, but she deserved more than this life.  I had no problem helping her escape if it meant she was happy. I couldn’t save my soul, but I could save hers.”  

Alex let the tears openly flow.  She knew Nate had a crush, but she hadn’t known how deep it had gone. She looked at him with sorrow.  Nate knew what she wanted to say but he simply nodded.  

“That is so romantic.  A declaration of love,” Grey mocked.  

“Well, it’s better than what you think you are calling love.” Nate threw back.  “Tell her.  Tell her how you made her an orphan. How Walker ran them off that cliff. That you actually found her brother a few days after he tried to leave and tortured him when he refused to give his blessing.  How he begged you to spare her life. How you slit his throat and watched him bled out on the same floor you made her bedroom in.”  

Alex’s eyes widen at Nate’s words.  She started to scream through the gag and buck in the chair. Her mind on Simon.  She had assumed he was alive but underground.  Underground was right but he hadn’t been alive in years.  

Christian roared at Nate. “You think giving her these truths would make it better? I should kill you first, so she knows she is powerless to stop this. Walker.” Christian turned to face Alex as Walker went up to Nate and punched him in the gut, the force tipping the chair over and sending Nate onto his back.  Walker picked him back up and swung at his face, his nose now bleeding but unconscious.  

Alex continued to scream until Grey went and ripped the gag from her mouth.  “You’re a monster! You killed my family!” 

“I only did what I had to do to keep you, Alexandra.  I wanted you from the moment I saw you.”  He saw the confusion in her eyes. “You don’t remember? You wandered into a game one night, looking so innocent and beautiful.  I knew I had to have you.  But Simon refused.  So, I eliminated the obstacles.”  He laughed with such malice that it made Alex flinch.  “You were so easy to mold into what I needed.  Now, it’s time for some negotiations.”  

Outside, the police were slowly surrounding the home and garage.  Infrared camera detected no one in the house but they still send a team in to make sure.  James and Tony were waiting at the command center with the local police captain Thor Odinson.  “The house is clear, but it looks like someone was injured.  They found blood in one of the bedrooms.”  

“Alex,” James whispered and closed his eyes.  He snapped them open.  “Have you found Captain Rogers?” 

“No, but we still have the garage that is a ways back.”  Thor looked at his colleagues. “I would ask but I already know you won’t stay put.”  

“Sorry, but my entire family is in this.”  James pulled on his vest.  

Tony moved to stop him.  “Bucky, are you sure you can handle this?” 

“I need to bring them back to Drew.  He can’t lose them.” He checked the clip on his gun.  “I’m taking Grey dead or alive.”  

“What negotiations?” Alex kept breathing deep, trying to level her head.  But all she saw were thoughts of her parents, her brother, ripped away from her.  

“I have some paperwork that needs to be signed.”  Grey smirked.  “Formalities, really.”  

“Formalities?  For what?” 

“For you to be completely mine.  We have things that need to be resolved.”  

Alex lifted her chin.  “I won’t sign anything for you, you fucking prick.”  

Christian didn’t say a word as stepped towards her.  About six inches away, he leaned to her face.  “Watch. Your. Mouth.”  And without another warning he slapped her, her face rearing as it moved from the force.  A cry left her mouth as the pain radiated.  

“Don’t touch her!” Steve yelled, trying to move the restraints.  He felt one of the ropes slip but didn’t let on as he slowly freed one of his hands.  

“I won’t touch her again Captain.  Not until we finished at least, and I claim my prize.”  He whipped back to Alex.  “These papers.”  He threw them on the table next to her and turned her in her chair. “You will sign them.  Otherwise,” he grasped her chin to have her face the men tied up, “I will make you watch as we began to play with them.  Walker, as you know, loves to have fun with new friends.”  

Alex’s eyes glanced at Walker, an evil smile gracing his face as he played with a knife from his belt, twirling, glinting with menace. “What are they?” she whispered.  

“Marriage dissolution papers.  I want you to be mine and first I need to end your joke of a marriage to that cop.”  

Steve pleads with her. “Don’t sign them, Alex.  Its ok. Everything is going to be ok.” 

Alex could barely see him through the tears building up in her eyes. “I have too Stevie.  I need to save you.”  

“No, you don’t Ale. You were the one we needed to save. Everything will be ok.  Please don’t sign them.” 

The SWAT team approached the garage silently, James and Tony among them.  They all positioned themselves near the windows and doors.  James glanced in to see the three people tied up, Alex’s face red but could see someone with their head down and Steve with what looked like a hand free but playing it off.  “We have three hostages in there, one who looks unconscious,” he whispered.  They could now hear the conversation going on.  

“This is all so sweet,” he heard Grey say, but now is not the time.  A gun cocked back, ready to fire.  “Now, Alexandra.  What have you decided?” 

He could hear Alex sobbing quietly.  “What happens if he doesn’t sign?  You need two signatures.”  

“To save your life, I’m pretty sure I can get your officer to sign them.  He gets everything after all.  Your business, your money.  Everything but your son.  I’ll raise him after this.  Bring him up to be a good soldier and eventual heir.  You will still be his mother, but you will be my queen.”  

Alex face was one of horror, matching the one she could see on Steve’s and unknowingly James’s as well.  “You can’t have him,” she whispered.  

“Oh, I will pet.  And we will have others.  Our own little family.” Christian laughed, echoing in the garage. 

Steve saw out of the corner of his eye that Nate was waking up.  Nate looked around and saw Steve waving his loose hand at him.  He gestures to charge, and Nate understood.  He waited until Walker turned his back on the men.  Steve loosened his other hand holding the rope, so no noise was made.  He glanced around for a weapon and saw James in the window.  James winked and Steve understood.  They were no longer alone.  

He saw the men waiting for Alex to make her decision.  He subtly glanced at Nate and nodded once.  

James got ready after explaining what he saw.  He made it to the main door. And took a breath. Please God, make sure they are ok. He closed his eyes and opened them with focus. The SWAT team took position in front, their tactical gear making the practical choice for all.  Odinson counted down in his ear piece.  “Breach in three, two, one… “  

“Let’s have it, Alex.  I want an answer.  NOW!” 

Alex pulled in a breath as she could see that Steve was free and motioning Nate, looked in her direction.  But not at her.  And it hit her.  He was here. James was here. “Fine, I’ll sign.  But I need my hands.  I want to read it.  To understand what you are taking away from me.”  

Grey smirked.  “Sure.”  He let go of the tie on her wrist and she flexed.  She picked up the papers and started to read them, her eyes moving but actually observing the scene. Walker and Zemo had their backs to Steve and Nate, a huge mistake on their part.  Grey had his body turned as well.  

Steve saw that he had Alex’s attention.  He held up a hand counting down.  Closing his fist, he quietly went up to Walker, Nate up to Zemo and charged.  Steve put Walker in a choke hold while Nate charged into Zemo’s stomach, dropping both.  Grey turned to the commotion and then back as the door burst open.  

“Police!” 

Grey didn’t hesitate, firing at the officers as he ducked behind the desk.  Alex pushed herself back out of the way, but Grey grabbed her. Walker loosened Steve’s hold, turned and pointed his gun at Steve, but a SWAT officer took him out before he had a chance.  

Nate was loose from the chair and began to wail on Zemo.  Zemo pushed him off, but Steve got there with Walker’s gun.  “Move and you die, “ cocking the gun back.  

As the police moved in, Grey took hold of Alex and used her as a shield, his gun at her head, arm around her neck.  James ran in and stopped.  “Ah, Sargent Barnes. Nice of you to join us.”  

“Stop!” James put his hand up to stop the other officers.  Steve looked up and his face fell.  Nate’s face twisted in anger at the scene.  “Ok, just let her go.”  

“Let her go?  No, I don’t think I will.”  

“Jamie!” Alex cried.  

“Its ok Allie.  Everything is going to be ok, doll.” James took in her disheveled state.  “Are you hurt?” 

She shook her head slightly. “No.”  

“Ok enough chatter. You are going to talk to these nice officers and let us walk away.  I’m going to put her in the car with me and we are going to drive far away.  I won’t hurt her, and you get to live.”  

“That’s not going to happen.” James kept his gun trained on him but had no clean shot.  

A movement in his peripherals caused Grey to shift.  “Think about what you are going Captain.  I just need to pull and the world ends,” stopping Steve in his tracks.  

“Ok, let’s just remain calm,” James called out.  “You have no clean exit, Grey.  I don’t want to kill you, but I will if you try and take her from me again.”  

“Take her?  She was mine to begin with!  She was always mine!  And you, you just charmed her with your Brooklyn ways!” Grey screamed.  “You took the only thing I have ever loved!” 

“She ran from you.  What does that tell you?” 

“Alex just needed time.” Grey was letting his delusions out. “Didn’t you just need time pet?”  He grasped her neck harder, making her cry out.  “She’ll see that we are perfect together. I just need to get rid of the obstacles.  I just...” his eyes moved to James.  “I just need to get rid of you.”  He moved his gun away from Alex and pointed it at James.  

“No, please!” Alex yelled.  “I’ll leave, I’ll stay with you.  Please don’t hurt him.” She cried harder.  “Please don’t kill him.”  

“You need to stay with me Alex and the only way is if he is gone.” His attention was now on Alex, watching her beg for her husband.  

“Please Christian, I’m begging you to leave him alone.”  

In the chaos of her pleas, Nate moved closer to James.  He knew how unstable Grey could be.  He got around Steve just as Grey refocused the gun on James.  

“Thanks for keeping her safe Barnes.  But it’s time to go.”  

Alex screamed as the gun fired at James.  “Jamie!” 

James fell over, the wind knocked out of him after he hit the floor. He coughed and looked up to see Alex fall to her knees leaving Grey wide open.  He fired and hit Grey right in the chest, the blood splattering onto Alex as Grey fell over on top of her.  

That’s when James realized a body was pinning him down.  

“Nate!” Alex screamed  

James realized that this was Alex’s friend who jumped in the way to save his life. He pushed him over to see blood seeping from his stomach.  James immediately put pressure on the wound.  “Steve! Get Alex!” 

Steve pushed Grey off of Alex.  Steve checked her over as she thrashed to get to James and Nate.  “Stevie please, I’m fine!” She finally pulled free. “Alex, wait.”  

She fell next to Nate.  His eyes looked around panicking until he saw her face.  “Its ok Nate, it’s going to be ok,” she whispered.  

“We need EMTs in here now!” James yelled.  “Come on Nate, keep your eyes open.”  

“Please Nate, keep your eyes on me,” Alex pleaded.  She took his hand into hers.  “You have to live, ok? I need to kick your ass for being so stupid.”  

Nate tried to smile, blood coming from his mouth, staining his teeth.  “Love. You,” he labored to say.  

“Love you too Nate but don’t do this ok.  My son needs to meet you.”  She watched as his eyes began to flutter.  “No, no, no, Nate come on, stay with us.”  

The EMTs rushed over, and James moved out of the way to let them work.  He went to Alex to move her out of the way. “Come on Allie.”  

“No, I can’t leave him! Nate! Nate!” she screamed as James picked her up and pulled her away.  “Jamie please, he needs me.”  

“I know doll, I know.  I’m sorry.”  He held her close as she screamed for her friend.  

Nate felt cold, but when he looked into Alex’s eyes, knowing she was now safe, he felt at peace.  He let his eyes close as the medics worked on him. He could rest now that she was safe. 

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