#i hope it's amazing and filled with love and joy!!!
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
Happy Birthday, @lieselsart!!!
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
Happy Birthday, @youwereneveraslicebitch!!!
#youwereneveraslicebitch#happy birthday iman!!!#i hope it's amazing and filled with love and joy!!!#*mygifs
17 notes
·
View notes
Text
Happy New Year đŠ TGCF Donghua update with a cute chibi illustration for 2024
#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#heaven official's blessing#mxtx#happy new year#hi everyone happy NY!!!!!#i hope 2024 is amazing and prosperous and filled with lots of joy and love#wishing everyone all the best đŠđ#i wanted to gif this but i don't have the energy rn I'll try again in a few hours XD#also!!!!! i absolutely love this#sqx showing their outfit and guzi in the back and hualian and#thank you tgcf donghua team!!!!!
443 notes
·
View notes
Text
i donât really get why people wanna change the vocal roles of rv (irene rapper, seulgi main vocalist, wendy main vocalist, joy sub vocalist, yeri sub rapper) so bad. i personally think they fit very well + they vary depending on the song, which is whatâs supposed to happen in a music group?? itâs just the general set-up for their songs, although it doesnât inherently mean thatâs how itâll be all the time đ
#a lot of people want joy to be a main vocalist and replace wendy or seulgi and i just. donât agree really!#i love joyâs voice and itâs beautiful + her solo debut is amazing#but i think the vocal roles are the way they are for a reason#simply bc bye bye for example would lose flavor without joy Giving it energy in the backing vocals#like the vocals would fall flat without her support#and it also wouldnât really be the same if she were always on main vocals because her voice gives a certain feeling to the song#so when it shows up it gives that feeling depending on the song . and the general mood for songs changes depending on what song it is#so when the arranger thinks her voice will add the most / a lot to a part sheâll be on main vocals!#like itâs not Set In Stone. and thatâs why i donât get why people complain about it tbh because thatâs not how songs work#theyâre not meant to have the same structure each time#so joy will be on main vocals too. she just also has another role she needs to fill but wendy fills it sometimes and so does seulgi#depending on what it needs!#like yeri will do that too#same w the rapping it changes#idk. idk#it seems like a very little thing to me because it already fluctuates the way most people who complain want it toâŠ#plus i think there are worse issues with rv in particular so maybe thatâs why im less bothered by this thing#đ§ž#hope this made sense Ummm#i do have my Thoughts on their treatment of joy (and yeri tbh) in particular but i wonât get into that bc it doesnât necessarily correlate#to the topic of this post. But trust i am not blind in that regard. i actually talked w my sister about it for like 7 HOURS last night
5 notes
·
View notes
Note
birth of venue, the scream, guernica âĄâ
Oh!
My wonderful friend !!! âĄ
[hugs!<333]
This brightens my day so much . . . Iâm always so very happy to see you!! :D
Thank you for giving me something to smile about today. ⥠âĄ
Hmm okay, letâs see!
⥠birth of venus: do you have a favorite myth? if so, what is it?
I had to think on this, but I think maybe the sacrifice of Iphigenia. c:
In greek mythology, Iphigenia was the daughter of King Agamemnon and Queen Clytemnestra!
Agamemnon offends the Goddess Artemis by killing a sacred deer, so she stops all winds, and his ships are not be able to sail. To appease her, he is commanded to kill Princess Iphigenia as a sacrifice so that his ships can set sail to Troy!
He lies and tells her that she is to marry Achillles before they leave. When she arrives at the port of Aulis, however, she finds out the truth. Achilles tries to prevent the sacrifice, but Iphigenia still decides to sacrifice herself anyway!
In some versions, she is sacrificed at Aulis, but in others Artemis substitutes Iphigenia for a deer and rescues her. Princess Iphigenia is then brought by the goddess to the city of Tauris where she becomes Artemis' priestess.
I think this always appealed to me, because Iphigenia ultimately decides to sacrifice herself on her own.
Her choice is a selfless one made for others. Despite how sad and afraid she was, she still wanted to do the right thing.
Itâs very inspiring!
I hope that if I ever need to, that I can be that selfless someday, too. c:
⥠the scream: do you have an unusual fear?
Well, Iâm not sure if itâs unusual, but I have a recurring nightmare of being left alone!
Iâm not sure why, but it always really unsettles me being all by myself in a scary situation.
I am easily frightened though, so perhaps it is a subconscious fear of being afraid, and having nowhere to go?
I do not enjoy these dreams at all!! ;-;
⥠guernica: tell a story - any story you like
Once when I was small, my sister and I were playing a game where weâd race each other to a tree in our yard, and then come back.
After a few turns, I kept running past the tree . . . and did not run back.
I ended up running really far from my house! I was fast!!
When did I plan to stop? Where was I going?
I have no idea honestly!
I was eventually found by my dad, but to this day itâs a mystery as to why I suddenly broke off, and ran away like that. :â)
Thank you again, my friend!! âĄ
This was so nice, and it cheered me so much to see you today! So I am hoping that something might brighten and cheer you today, too, and that your day will be full of happy things! :D
Sending many warm hugs, and kind thoughts! Take care ~ ! xoxo
⥠â đ ïŸâč ïœĄ.:*⧠⿠đ§ đ
#<3#ask#reis !!!!!#:D#happiness is seeing my friend c:#i am so grateful and full of joy now c:#thank you for your wonderful presence and always being so kind to me !#youâre a treasure and i am so happy to know you !#so i hope that you have a truly amazing day filled with lots of wonderful things ! c:#sending hugs and much happiness !#i wish you much love and joy today ! <3#⥠âïŸâč Ëł Ś ïœĄ đ€
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
"creature of myth."
pairing: vampire!gojo x fem!human!reader summary: when you receive an offer of marriage from a mysterious wealthy lord, itâs too good a deal for your family to turn down. but nothing could be so perfect... right? content: MDNI (18+Â ONLY), dark content, nsfw, gets dubcon/noncon in some spots, yandere behavior from gojo, implied death/k*lling of a character (not reader or gojo), arranged marriage, victorian au, plot that ends with porn lmao, spooky dooky vibes, blood, blood sucking/eating, praise, biting, unprotected sex, creampie, virgin!reader, discussion of virginity, cherry popping, pain, pet names (princess/love), reader is highkey clueless about sex, discussion of masturbation, ideas of masturbation as âsinfulâ, very minor religious themes, fated âmatesâ, gojo is highkey insane, coercion and manipulation, like SO much neck kissing, ooc gojo??? (had to alter his character to match a victorian vampire lord LMAO). a/n: PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS. THERE IS DARK CONTENT AHEAD. is this a gojo fic or a twilight fic?? Going back to my roots fr fr. straight down to the âSAY IT, SAY ITâ. this fic is also way too long my apologies bbs. i hope you like a hefty side of plot with your porn. parts of this fic feel way too cheesy to me but sometimes i eat that up, yk?? this fic was inspired by this amazing work by @rice5x ! and, finally, thank you all for the support on my most recent fics. i'm just getting back into being active on this blog and it's been amazing reading each and every comment/reblog/ask. they genuinely fill me with so much joy. keep them coming hehe. anyway, i hope you enjoy and remember, ALL AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED. credits: dividers by @cafekitsune. banner art by @ndsoda on twitter. wc: 11.6k (sowwy)
You remember perfectly the way your motherâs jaw dropped when Satoru Gojo proposed to you. Youâd never seen the man, and you still hadnât. Heâd asked to marry you via messenger, a simple letter delivered by hand with a list of all the things heâd be willing to pay for your hand. Offers of money, land, protection, connection- anything so long as he got you. Youâd thought it was a joke. Your father nearly took a shovel to the head of the poor messenger, thinking the letter was some kind of cruel prank, some sort of targeted disrespect. Youâd only started to believe when you really looked- saw the Gojo crest embroidered on the manâs suit, the fine leather of his boots. If it was a prank, somebody had spent a great deal of money and effort to pull it off.Â
Youâd asked for proof nonetheless, and youâd gotten it. Documents signed and sealed with a well-known waxen crest, gifts that could only have been purchased by a wealthy lord. The one thing you never got was the lord himself. He refused to see you, to come down from his mysterious castle on the hill. It didnât surprise you. He rarely deemed town worthy of his presence. He had a reputation as a recluse, as a man who only ever liked to see and never be seen. What little glimpses people got of him were usually through the dark window of his carriage. Still, his appearance preceded him. White hair, light eyes⊠âhauntingâ said those who had the luck to see him. Those who went to work for the lord tended to return⊠changedâ if they returned at all.Â
You accepted, of course. How could you not? You were a peasant family with no status or wealth to your name. The promises Lord Gojo had made would make your parents into aristocrats all on their own. But that left you wondering⊠why did he want you? You offered him no benefit. If anything, you sullied his bloodline. The question scratched at the back of your mind. It came to you while you ate breakfast, while you washed your clothes, while you weeded in the garden. Some part of you told you that you needed the answer before you ever stepped foot in that castle. You needed that answer, but youâd never get it.Â
Your wedding wasnât even a wedding- just a piece of paper that had already been signed and witnessed, once again delivered by a familiar messenger. You signed at your dining room table and⊠that was that. You were married.Â
Later that night the carriages arrive. Men flood your home, all dressed in blue velvet, the Gojo crest embroidered on their chests. They seem puzzled when you tell them youâve packed all your belongings into a measly three bags.Â
You say a quick goodbye to your parents, drawing them into stiff embraces. You love them, and they love you, but you canât bear to see their faces as they send you away to a man who couldnât even show his face for your wedding.Â
The carriage ride is somehow longer than youâd thought it would be- apparently, the castleâs size makes it seem deceptively close. The trip is rocky and twisty and altogether unpleasant as you steadily make your way toward the castle gates. By the time you reach them you think youâve probably dozed in and out of consciousness at least half a dozen times.Â
The castle is even more intimidating up close. Spires that swirl into the clouds, sculptures that stare, doors that look more suited to being locked than opened. Itâs⊠terrifying.Â
When you finally roll to a stop, you move for the door. When you swing it open you get your fair share of strange looks from your attendants and remember that you should have waited for the footman. Your face heats as you climb out anyway, unwilling to subject yourself to the further humiliation of waiting for assistance.Â
Your feet hit gravel and all you can do is stare- up, up, up, to where the castleâs peaks disappear into the fog. When your eye flashes to a window on the east side of the manor you think you see a swaying curtain. You tuck your arms around yourself and shiver, but itâs not from the cold.Â
You nearly stumble over your feet on your first step inside. The entrance hall is larger than your former house, with ceilings that stretch so high you can hardly make out the figures on the frescoes that adorn it. Silver and blue drape everywhere, the Gojo family colors. You swallow when you see a chair that is most definitely worth more than your familyâs annual income.Â
The floors are marble and when your worn heels clack against it, you only feel reminded that you donât belong here. That question pricks in your mind again as you pass portraits of every Gojo heir to have lived in the last three hundred years. Why me? Why me? Why me?Â
Your footman deposits you in your room, a place more lavish than youâve ever seen. You have a four poster bed with a canopy of blue velvet, a window that overlooks a sprawling estate, and more square footage than youâve ever dreamed of.Â
âPull this if you need any sort of assistance, maâam.âÂ
You turn to see your footman referencing a silver cord at your bedside. You assume itâs one of those contraptions that rings a bell in the servantsâ quarters. You try to hide your amazement- youâve never seen one in real life before.Â
You clear your throat and give your most ladylike nod. âThank you, um-â you pause, your brow furrowing. âIâm sorry, I donât think I asked your name.âÂ
Your footman appears stunned to silence, like heâd never expected you to care about his existence, much less his name. He recovers quickly, though, and forces a small smile. âThomas, maâam.â
You smile and itâs genuine. âThank you, Thomas.âHe bows and makes a beeline for the door, but you have one more question. âOh, um, Thomas-â He freezes, turning slowly on his heel to face you.Â
âYes, my lady?âÂ
You cringe at the title. The sound of it creeps across your skin, foreign and⊠wrong. Why me? Why me? Why me?
You clear your throat again. âDo you know, um, well-â You shift, trying to word your question properly. âDo you know when I might see the Lord?âÂ
There is a pause, a moment of tension and silence, and then an answer. âNo, my lady.â
Thomas does not stick around for more questioning. The door clicks shut behind him and then you're left with only the sound of retreating footsteps.Â
Youâre stunned to say the least, mouth still halfway open, more questions on the tip of your tongue. Should you seek him out? Was that proper? Would he come to you? Would he meet you for dinner, perhaps? Surely he would come to your room tonight to⊠consummate. Would that be the first time you lay eyes on him? When heâs over you?Â
You sigh. Thereâs nothing much to be done about it now. You find your way to the bed and sit down hesitantly. It feels like a crime to rumple such primped and polished cotton. You do it anyway- itâs going to happen sometime, right? You fall back against the mattress and donât fail to notice how utterly comfortable it is. The silvery patterns on your canopy swirl and bend together. Youâre tired. You didnât sleep much last night, anxious for the morning⊠and itâs only mid-afternoon now. You had time for a nap, right? Your eyes are closing before you can convince yourself itâs a bad idea and then youâre swept away into a world of warm darkness.Â
You wake with a start. Your first thought is that itâs dark now. Your room is pitch black except for the stream of moonlight passing through your stupidly large window. Your mouth feels dry and your skin is cold, like youâve just woken from a nightmare. If you have, you donât remember it. Perhaps thatâs a blessing.Â
You sit up, combing a finger through your hair and laughing pitifully when you realize that you left your shoes on as you slept. You hope Thomas didnât walk in to find you in yet another unladylike position. A glance at the foot of the bed reveals he might have. Your bags have arrived- all three of them. You eye them with a combination of longing and contempt. They don't match this place. Theyâre worn and used- everything here is shiny and new. Still, theyâre all you have, and all you have left of your life before. All you have left of home.Â
You stretch your arms above your head, nearly groaning at the burn in your muscles. The carriage ride did your body no favors and you suspect youâll be sore for many days to come.Â
You rise, no longer content to lie in bed. Youâve had your rest and, from the state of darkness outside, you suspect your new husband might be joining you soon. The thought twists a certain tightness into your gut, but you push it aside. If that was the price you paid for all he gave your family⊠then youâd pay it gladly.Â
You start with candles, finding a box of matches at your bedside. You light every candelabra you can find. The room, the castle, seems so perpetually⊠black- like it soaks up every ray of light it touches. Even when youâve finished it doesnât feel like enough. You make a note to ask Thomas for more in the morning.Â
You find a meal, carefully prepared and preserved, on a table near your dresser. Judging by the fact that itâs still warm, you conclude that it canât be much past mid-evening. You originally intend to pick at the food as you unpack, but one bite has your mouth watering. It is the most delicious thing to ever touch your lips, complete with dessert waiting on the side. You clean your plate before moving onto your bags.Â
You lay your clothes out on the bed. A few dresses, riding pants, undergarments, an assortment of ribbons and bows. At one time these items had been the finest things you owned- now you owned a castle.Â
You find an armoire that looks like a master sculptor carved its edges and grab a dress, intending to hang it. Instead, your dress hits the floor when you part the doors to find the hangers already full. Your lips part. Luxury dresses of silk and satin line the rack, fading into some that appear more casual outfits of cotton and linen. You stretch a hand out, curious and utterly⊠amazed. To think your new husband had gone to all the effort⊠Your hand brushes purple silk and-Â
âDo you like them?âÂ
You screech, jumping to face the voice at your back. It takes a moment for your eyes to find him, leaning casually against one post of your bed. Your breath is stolen for a second time. Snow white hair, piercingly blue eyes, pale soft skin⊠you know who he is even without looking at his dress, at the air of authority he claims. Heâs your husband⊠and he is the most devastatingly beautiful thing youâve ever seen.Â
He laughs, then, and itâs a warmer sound than youâd thought it would be- rich and full. A sound that seeps into your bones and settles in your soul.Â
âSorry. Didnât mean to scare you,â he says, but the twinkle in his eyes makes you think that perhaps thatâs a lie.Â
Your heart pounds and your eyes flash to the door. Itâs shut. You didnât hear it open, nor did you hear it close behind him. You also didnât hear footsteps, didnât hear breaths, didnât hear him.Â
He follows your gaze and laughs again, though it sounds a bit⊠strained?Â
âI have a habit of being unintentionally lightfooted. I apologize.âÂ
Your heart is still pounding but you find it in yourself to have some decorum. You snap your jaw shut and bow your head slightly in respect. âYou must be Lord Gojo. Forgive me for my insolence.âÂ
Thereâs a beat, and then footstepsâ ones you actually hear this time. You clench your jaw when he stops before you and then nearly gasp when he takes your hand and brings it to his lips.Â
âSatoru, please,â he winks and you think you might stop breathing. âI am your husband after all.âÂ
You force yourself to nod, to swallow, to act normal. But how can you in the presence of a man that looks like⊠that? Thereâs something too unreal about him, too perfect. Itâs almost⊠unsettling.Â
âOf course⊠Satoru.âÂ
He straightens and shows you a close-lipped smile that digs a dimple into his left cheek. You have to look away to avoid stumbling over your own feet.Â
âSo, do you like them?â Your brows furrow- âThe dresses,â he clarifies.Â
âO-oh.â Your features relax into an easy smile. You turn back to your armoire, running a hand along another gown. You donât think youâve ever touched something so⊠finely made. âI like them very much. I donât know how to thank you.âÂ
Thereâs a little chuckle as you turn to face him again and you have to steel yourself before you meet his eyes. Heâs mesmerizing, too mesmerizing. You think you could probably lose yourself in those eyes foreverâŠÂ
âNo need to thank me. If they donât fit, weâll call for the seamstress in the morning.âÂ
You nod softly, still lost to the situation. Thereâs a beat of silence in which your husband does nothing but⊠look at you. His eyes roam freely and the hair on your arms stands under his gaze. He traces the lines of your nose and jaw and lingers on your pulse. Can he see just how fast your heart is pounding?
âDid you⊠get dinner?â Itâs a stupid question, you know, but you donât think you can bear another second of that look heâs giving you. âI fell asleep and found a plate. I hope I didnât prevent a proper mealâŠâ You trail off. Perhaps you shouldnât have pointed out your own shortcoming?Â
He gives you another smile and you swear he inches just a little closer. âYou did no such thing. Iâm⊠perfectly satisfied.âÂ
You nod, glad that he doesnât seem upset at the very least. Your lips press together, unsure of what to do or say. Youâve never had a husband before. Wasnât he supposed to just sort of⊠put you on the bed and⊠do it?
Your eyes flit to said bed and your husband must see because he hurries to continue.Â
âWell, Iâll see you in the morning then, hm?â His eyes flit to your armoire and back again. âWear the blue dress with the lace to breakfast, yeah? Been dying to see it on you.â He chuckles like heâs just told some sort of amusing joke.
Your brows furrow. That was⊠not the topic youâd been expecting. âYouâre notâŠâ You feel your cheeks heat and tighten your jaw. âNot staying the night?âÂ
His lashes lower a fraction and those eyes pierce you again. You donât think you could move even if you wanted to, even with him prowling closer, each step eating up the space between you. He doesnât stop until youâre nose to nose and you can feel his breath fanning over your cheeks. Itâs cold somehow, chilling, and you shiver. He smirks.Â
âNot tonight.âÂ
His head dips and for a moment you think heâs going to kiss you, but then heâs bypassing your mouth altogether and- his lips connect to your pulse. His mouth is cool, just like his breath, and you shiver uncontrollably under his touch.Â
His touch is just a fleeting moment, just a wrinkle in time, and then heâs gone. His footsteps are quiet brushes on the hardwood and the creak of the door even seems tamed in his presence.Â
âGoodnight,â is all he says, and then heâs gone.Â
You climb into your bed an hour later wondering what in the world just happened.Â
~Â Â
You do wear the blue dress to breakfast and you can only gape in the mirror when you realize that it fits perfectly. It has you second-guessing yourself. Had you sent your measurements in advance and forgotten about it? No, youâd only sent a handful of pieces of information to the Lord prior to your marriage and you remembered all of them very clearly. Everything had gone through a messenger, everything had been clear and directâ you would have remembered sending your measurementsâ you didnât. So had he just⊠guessed?Â
That seemed impossible with how everything fit you like a glove, but it was the only explanation you had. The only one that made sense.Â
When you join Satoru for breakfast itâs in a sitting room as lavishly decorated as the rest of the castle, but perhaps organized to be a bit more⊠liveable. He has no plate in front of him, only a tin cup that hides the contents of whatever heâs drinking. You assume coffee or juice. Perhaps heâs just not a breakfast person.Â
âIt fits!â he says. His hands clasp together in front of him and he smiles again, dimples and all.Â
You nod and fight the heat that bubbles beneath your cheeks as you take your seat. âYes, perfectly.â
A plate is set before you and a glance up reveals itâs Thomas serving your breakfast. You smile, hoping for some acknowledgement from him, for a small piece of comfort. Instead, you get his averted gaze and quick retreat. Your brows furrow, but before you can say anything, Satoru is back to speaking.Â
âI hope Thomas treated you well yesterday?âÂ
You glance up, but Satoruâs eyes arenât on you, theyâre on your footman. His smile is bright, but itâs anything but friendly. You fight a shiver.Â
You glance at Thomas. Heâs perfectly still, perfectly straight, but you think you see a muscle clench in his jaw. You clear your throat. âY-Yes. Thomas was very helpful.â When Satoru keeps staring the boy down you add, â-and very respectful.âÂ
That seems to satisfy. Satoru breaks his stare and some of the tension in the air instantly eases. He shoots you another dimpled smile, this one with a little more warmth. âPerfect.âÂ
Thereâs a beat and then heâs standing, draining whatever he has in his cup and then straightening his jacket. âWell, I have some work to do. Iâll see you for dinner?â Heâs grinning again, like itâs so normal for a man to abandon his bride on their wedding night and then again the morning after. All you can do is nod. He chuckles. âSee you then, princess.â And then heâs gone.
~
If this is to be your life you don't know how you will survive it. You spend the day milling about. Through the gardens, through the castle, through the stables. Thomas is never far behind, but any attempt at conversation is nipped in the bud by hit shortness. Itâs like he fears coming too close. Heâs never closer than a couple paces except when he has to bring you something, only to retreat again as soon as possible. The other servants barely pay you any mind apart from giving you a respectful greeting and then immediately averting their eyes. There is no work to be done, no guests to be had, no parties to plan⊠and no Satoru. You donât see your husband once on tour around the grounds. You ask Thomas where his office is only for him to vaguely point out a window in the east tower. You donât see so much as a ripple in the curtains.Â
Dinner comes around at the pace of a snail. When itâs finally time to get dressed a ladyâs maid whose name you donât even catch arrives to help you lace your dress. As soon as your corset is deemed tight enough sheâs back out the door with a curtsy. Thomas leads you to the dining room and your eyes roam the whole way. Even after having spent the whole day exploring, there are halls and corridors that youâve yet to step foot in.Â
The dining room is just as gorgeous as the rest of the placeâ filled with singular items that could feed entire families for years. Somehow, you think youâve already grown accustomed to such things, since the only thing you truly care to look at is your husband. Satoruâs already seated, but he stands when you enter, looping around the table to pull a chair out for you.Â
You give him your most genuine smile, accepting a kiss to your knuckles in greeting before you settle. âHow was your day?â you ask as he takes his seat again.Â
He chuckles. âPerfectly fine. And how was yours, princess?â Your nose crinkles. Thatâs the second time heâs called you that. Something about it feels wrong. Youâre still getting used to being a lady. Princess feels even worse.Â
âIt was⊠good.â
You watch a perfect white brow arch in the candlelight. âOh? Just good?â You donât miss the way his eyes flicker to the cornerâ to Thomas.Â
You hurry to elaborate. âWell, I justâ I canât help but feel as if thereâs not much⊠use for me.â Servants flood in, some carrying wine, others carrying trays that hold more food than the both of you could ever possibly consume.Â
That brow arches impossibly higher. âUse?â His lips crack into that smile again, but itâs tight this time. Too tight. âYou have no use. You only enjoy yourself. Surely Thomas has told you that.âÂ
A plate of steaming food plops in front of you. Even its heavenly smell canât quell the sudden dread in your gut. âOf course! Of course he did.â Your stomach twists and you decide that perhaps now is not the time to press the subject. âIâll just⊠Iâll try riding tomorrow.â You hate riding, but itâs the first thing that comes to mind.Â
Satoruâs smile thaws into something less menacing. âIâm sure youâll enjoy that.âÂ
You nod eagerly. âIâm sure I will.âÂ
You grab your fork, eager for a new subject. From what you can tell, dinner is roast chicken and vegetables, though itâs the luxury version as everything seems to be. The spices are intoxicating and the green beans are even arranged in a pretty little pattern that makes them look too good to eat. You do anyway. The first bite nearly makes you moan, but you chew slowly, delicately, trying not to let your upbringing show.
Itâs not until several bites later that you realize youâre the only one eating. A quick glance reveals your husband has no platter, no chicken or green beans. Heâs only⊠watching you. You clear your throat, dabbing at your lips with a napkin.Â
âYouâre not⊠eating?â
That permanent smile grows a little wider and you canât help but feel as if thereâs something⊠menacing about it. âAte before I came.âÂ
Your brows furrow. âOh. Were you on the road?âÂ
You think you see something wild flash in his eyes. âNo.âÂ
The rest of dinner passes slowly, almost painfully. Satoru doesnât eat a bite, doesnât even look enticed. You wonder how thatâs possible when it smells like a spice bomb went off in the dining room.Â
By the time youâve cleared your plate youâve discussed everything from the number of horses in the stables to kinds of crops grown on the estate. Itâs comforting to know a little more about your new home, but itâs not enough.Â
âIs there a library?â you ask. Youâre on dessert now. Itâs the best chocolate cake youâve ever had and it takes everything in you to hold back a moan each time it touches your tongue.Â
âOf course.â Your husbandâs eyes flicker to Thomas again and youâre honestly starting to fear for the poor footmanâs life. Everytime you ask a question itâs like Satoru is angry it hasnât already been answered. âItâs yours to use as you please.âÂ
You smile lightly. âPerfect. Thank you.âÂ
He softens a bit at that. âIs there anything specific you wanted to read about?âÂ
You shrug. âThe estate, I suppose. I should know my homeâs history, no?â
His eyes get that wild look again, that sparkle that you know speaks to nothing good. âOh, absolutely. I have some personal favorites to recommend. Iâll leave them aside for you?âÂ
You swallow and give him a shallow nod. âThat would be perfect. Thank you.âÂ
He chuckles. âMy pleasure.âÂ
When dessert is finally over, you stand slowly. Satoruâs not far behind you, saying heâll walk you to your room. Your heart leaps at his words. Will he stay with you tonight?Â
He offers you his arm in the hall and your mouth runs dry when you feel the corded muscle beneath his jacket. By the time you reach your room, youâre thinking of tugging him in behind you. His denial to stay with you last night was not only confusing, but⊠off putting. Nearly offensive. Did he not like how you looked? Did he think something was wrong with you?Â
You muster all the courage you possess and force your lips apart. âWill you stay with me tonight?âÂ
His eyes spark again and you hold your breath. He presses closer. This is it, you think. His lips hover over yours, eyes glimmering in the candlelight. And then he dips his head, his mouth pressing to your pulse.Â
âNot tonight,â he whispersâ and then heâs gone.Â
~
You wake suddenly. Itâs the middle of the night, you gather. The light streaming through the window is weak enough to only be that of the moon.Â
Your heart is pounding and your skin is slick with sweat despite the chill in your bones. A nightmare, you think. It must have been a nightmare.Â
As you settle back into your sheets you swear you see a ripple in the darkness. You close your eyes. If your nightmare is real, youâd rather not see it coming.
~
The library is huge. Itâs sprawling and smells of paper and leather and everytime Thomas lights a candle you flinch at the idea that one misplaced spark could end thousands of years of knowledge.Â
The books Satoru left you are⊠perfect. Just what you were looking for. Theyâre all comprehensive volumes of the history of the estate, many of which reference each other. Youâre stunned to see that several are written by very well-known authors of both the past and the present. You knew the Gojo familyâs influence reached far, but not that far. You peruse the titles. The Gojos: A History, A History of the Gojo Crest, History of the Gojo Castle, Revisiting the Gojo Family: A Comprehensive History. Altogether you have well over a few thousand pages of informationâ but thereâs one book that doesnât fit with the rest. Itâs relatively unassuming. A black cover with some sort of gold rune etched onto its front. When you flip to the title page it reads âCreatures of Myth and Where To Find Themâ. Your brows furrow. You slide it to the sideâ must have gotten mixed in with the others, you think.
~
You ask Thomas to bring the books to your room. He does. Very respectfully. He sets them on your bedside table and then retreats like a kicked puppy with only a polite goodbye. You sigh. His behavior has only gotten stranger in the past few days. You think the servantsâ coldness must have something to do with Satoru, but you canât figure out why. Had he ordered them to stay away? Why would he?Â
You decide itâs a question for another day and dive into your books. You spend hours, days, reading every chapter, page, and word. The pure amount of information is dizzying. Apparently this specific estate had been in the hands of the Gojo family since the eighth century (with several razings and consequential rebuilds). You also learn that Satoru was not only the most wealthy lord on the continent, but the most wealthy man. Even wealthier than the king apparently, though that fact was kept fairly under wraps to protect the crownâs ego. The estimates of your husbandâs net worth made your head spin.
Satoru joins you for breakfast and dinner every day. You never see him eat a morsel. Itâs⊠unsettling to say the least. Itâs always just that tin cup, filled with something you could never quite see. You develop a pattern of waking in the night, too, with the overwhelming sense that something is watching you. Sometimes you could swear you feel the bed shift as you jerk awake. Each time you simply close your eyes and try your best to slow your heart, convinced your mind is playing tricks on you.Â
Your days feel a little more productive with a book in your hands, but youâve read them all three times over by the time a fortnight has passed. You find yourself packing them up to return to Thomas when a certain black cover catches your attention. You grab it from the pile and settle back into your seat. Youâve nothing better to do, right?Â
You flip back the cover, revealing a familiar title. âCreatures of Myth and Where to Find Themâ. You donât recognize the authorâs name. A quick scroll through the table of contents reveals nothing particularly interesting, but you pick a random chapter on ghouls and decide to start there.Â
Itâs fascinating. Nothing about the style is boring and the words fly by. Your silly little myth book is a page turner. By the time you notice the light has started dying youâve read about ghosts, fairies, werewolves, and goblinsâ all of which have been a delightful little read. A glance at the clock reveals you have a half hour before dinner. One more chapter, you think. Your eyes skim the title. âVampires [Vampyr]â.Â
You skim the first paragraphs until your eyes settle on a line that catches your eye.Â
âContrary to popular belief, vampires are not always crazed blood-hungry monsters. Many live among humans quite comfortably and are able to avoid detection with a little well-placed effort.âÂ
You purse your lips. What a⊠terrifying thought. You skim a little further.Â
âA vampireâs key characteristic is, of course, their desire and need to drink human blood as sustenance. However, a vampire can be spotted sooner if one is able to recognize their subtler traits. Vampires often have skin lacking any sort of flush. The lack of blood in their veins results in a sickly pallor, even after the most rigorous exercise. Their skin is also noticeably cold to the touch. At best, a vampireâs body will reach room temperature. Vampires can also be noted for their preternatural beauty. They will stand out as the most attractive person in any crowd. Finally, a vampire will have fangs. If one wishes to identify a vampire, one only needs a good look at their teethâ.
A chill settles over your skin. You flip ahead a few pages.Â
âVampires are unable to consume typical human food. Should they attempt to, their bodies will immediately reject any and all foreign substances.âÂ
Your stomach drops. You donât want to think about why. You skip the rest of the paragraph.Â
âVampires possess several supernatural abilities that set them apart as a humanâs predator rather than their equal. Vampires are known to move unnaturally fast and are notably light footed. If a vampire does not wish to be heard, they will not be. A vampireâs strength is inhuman, well over ten times that of the average man. They also have a penchant for darkness, an ability to hide away in the shadows that cannot be explained. Oftentimes they will seem to appear from thin air.â
You skip ahead again.
âVampires have been known to take mates. Mates usually come in the form of another vampire, but in some cases a human has been chosen. Vampires are fiercely protective of their mates, bordering on obsession. Any person deemed a threat to their bond or their mateâs safety is usually disposed of quickly. Oftentimes, vampires make these decisions with haste, with little regard for whether or not the threat was real. A vampire will do everything in their power to please their mate, but have been known to forcibly restrain their mates in situations of unrequited feelings. Above all else, vampires wish to possess their mates. Two bonded vampires will sometimes spiral into gloriously destructive fits in their endless desire to protect and possess one another. A vampire bonded to a human will show an increasingly protective nature, often isolating their mate from others.â
Your heart pounds. A bead of sweat rolls down your back. You flip the pages, desperateâ desperate for a piece of information that will save you from the thoughts spilling in your mind, from the thoughts you will do anything not to believe. You reach the âWhere to Find Themâ subsection and nearly gasp with relief. Surely, vampires do not pose as wealthy lords of Europe?Â
âVampires can be found everywhere. They do not exist in only one country or continent, but all over the world. Odds are that you have faced at least one vampire in your life, unknowingly or not. Some vampires choose to live solitary lives, surviving in the wilderness where human society will not attempt to tame their wild nature. Others choose to live among humans, some even existing in positions of very high authority.âÂ
No, no, no. This canât be happening to you. It canât be real. Youâre dreaming, youâre having one of those nightmares again. Youâre going to wake up any second.Â
âOne tale recounts a razing of the Gojo estate in the 12th century.âÂ
Youâre panting, hyperventilating. This isnât happening.Â
âSoldiers of the enemy force recounted a singular man, the son and heir of the then Lord Gojo, taking out a minimum of 800 men. He was described as having his familyâs characteristic white hair as well as blue eyes. Eyewitness accounts depict the Gojo heir as covered in blood and killing savagely and with inhuman strength.âÂ
No, no, no.Â
â(See next page for only existing portrait)â
Your fingers tremble but you canât stop them. Thereâs no way. Itâs not possible.Â
You flip the page and Satoru stares back at you.Â
Knock! Knock! Knock!
You nearly scream. Your door rattles angrily, but youâre not sure you can answer it, not with the knowledge flooding your mind. The knocking continues. You run your hand over your face and smooth down your hair. You feel frazzled, dirty, despite not having moved from your chair all day. Another knock prompts you to set your book aside and stand. You do your best to compose yourself, to put on a straight face. You fail instantly when you pull back the door not to reveal your faithful attendant, not Thomas, but Satoru.Â
You bite back a shriek and instead force a smile. Youâre suddenly very aware of the blood pounding in you veins and of the fact that he most likely knows.Â
âHello,â he says, but his voice is lower than usually, more intense.Â
You force a breath into your lungs. âHello,â you answer, but it sounds more like a squeak than a greeting.Â
Something flashes in his eyes, something familiar, something that is no longer interesting but rather terrifying. âAre you alright? You seem a little⊠flushed.â The concern on his face feels anything but genuine.Â
âIâm fine,â you answer, but even you can tell that reply too quickly, too eagerly. You rush to cover it up. âIs it time for dinner? Whereâs Thomas?âÂ
His lip twitches and you see a muscle in his jaw flex. âThomas has⊠left us.âÂ
No. This wasnât happening to you. There was no way this was happening to you.Â
âHe⊠what?â Thereâs an unmistakable wobble in your voice that only causes Satoruâs face to fall further.Â
âItâs no matter. Heâs gone. Now itâs just you and me, hm?â He chuckles and the sound rattles your bones. âIn fact, I was thinking Iâd cut down on the number of servants we have entirelyâŠâÂ
You mind races with the memory of knowledge you wish you didnât have. âVampires are fiercely protective of their mates, bordering on obsession. Any person deemed a threat to their bond or their mateâs safety is usually disposed of quickly.â
You nearly stumble, but lean against the doorframe just in time. Your husband had disposed of a man, all because he brought you meals and books?
âWhat have you been up to today, princess?â The question breaks your trance just in time for you to see your husbandâs eyes flicker behind you.Â
You wet your lips. âJust some reading.â You plead that he doesnât ask anything further. He does.Â
âAbout the estate?â he asks.Â
You nod and try to swallow the lump in your throat. âYes.â
His smile returns and this time itâs not forced. âYou got my books, then?âÂ
You try smiling back, but youâre fairly sure it looks more like a grimace. âYes.â
âAnything interesting?â he presses.
This isnât happening. This canât be happening. Does he know? Does he know that you know? âYes, of course. Lots.âÂ
He pauses and you see the debate and then the decision in his eyes. You think itâs the first time youâve felt true terror when he meets your gaze again. âI think we should skip dinner tonight. It seems we have so much to discuss.â
You donât even have the wherewithal to scream when he steps into you, forcing you back until heâs shutting your door behind him. He doesnât stop there, though. He keeps pressing, keeps pushing until your knees hit the bed and youâre falling to the mattress. He crawls right after you.
âWho knew my little wife was such a reader? All those books in such a short time⊠You must be simply spilling with information.âÂ
You retreat across the mattress, squeaking when your back hits the headboard and his arms cage your waist. Youâre trapped.
His hands find your hips and youâre all too aware of how cool his touch is. Even more so when he pulls you right into his lap.
âSatoru-â your voice is pitiful, breathless, and youâre ashamed to say itâs not just from the fear in your gut. Heâs never been this close before, never touched you, held you like this. âThomas-âÂ
âDonât speak his name.â His face pulls into the first scowl youâve ever seen and the sight is enough to root you to the spot. Never have you seen anything more frightening. A creature so beautiful, so perfectly angelic, filled with an insurmountable rage. Itâs wrong. âHeâs gone. Heâll never bother you again.â Heâs closer now, his breath skating over your skin. Itâs cool and now you know the reason why.Â
You shake and tremble and you knowâ Thomas is dead. Your husband killed himâ killed him for getting too close when all he did was stay at a distance. Satoru killed him. Killed him.Â
He buries himself in your neck, his voice a near whine. âThought I could put up with it, just so youâd have someone to take care of youâŠâ He groans. âI was so wrong, princess. Couldnât stand it. Couldnât stand the way you smelled more like him than meâŠâÂ
You feel him melt against you then, relief washing over his body in a wave. âBut heâs gone. And now itâs just you and me, hm? Just you and meâŠâ He hums, like remembering that fact is all heâs ever needed.
Heâs kissing your pulse again, now, and your heart is racing faster than ever. Your fingers curl into his shoulders. You should push him away, away, away. Heâs a killer, of thousands no doubt. Youâve never felt at home here, never felt like you belonged. This is why. Youâre not even the same species. Heâs something else, something your hands were never meant to touch.Â
Your mind screams at you to do go, to shove and kick at him and leave this place behind. Go, go, go your gut says⊠but you donât. You canât. Itâs too⊠good. The feeling of his cool lips against your skin, of what youâre sure is his tongue prodding at your pulse⊠itâs intoxicating. He is intoxicating. How could anyone blame you for wanting more of someone, something, so divine?Â
âHave you figured it out yet, love?â Your breath hitches and he chuckles, licking a long stripe up your neck, before he settles back at your pulse. Always your pulse. âI can feel those little gears turning. Tell me, what have they discovered?âÂ
He knows you know. But heâs going to make you say it. You swallow and feel his grip on you tighten. âYouâreâŠâ Your breaths come faster. You canât. Not aloud. Aloud makes it too⊠real.Â
âYessss?â he prods. Heâs licking at you again, all the way across your throat to find your other pulse-point.Â
âYouâre notâŠâ Something sharps nicks at your skin and you bite your lip to hold back a whimper.Â
âGo on, princess.â You think heâs just smelling you now, just burying his face as close to you as possible and taking you in.Â
You close your eyes tightly, holding back tears. âNot human,â you breathe. A piece of you breaks with the admission.
He huffs a little laugh against your skin and pulls back to look you in the eye. âThatâs good,â he purrs. âBut I think you can be a little more specific, no?â His lips press to your chin, then the corner of your mouth, then down to your jaw⊠âTell me.âÂ
Your lips wobble, muscles clenching tighter with each passing moment. You donât want to say it, donât want to speak it into existence, but you also donât dare to disobey him.Â
âYouâre aâŠâ You shake and tremble. He draws a line up your neck with the tip of his nose.
âMhm?âÂ
You open your eyes, thinking this might be the last time you see. âVampire.âÂ
He chuckles and you feel his teeth press to the skin of your neck. âThatâs right, princess. So smart.âÂ
He smiles and you suddenly realize youâve never seen his teeth before. Everytime he smiles at you itâs close-lipped and dimpled. But this⊠this is the smile of a predatorâ all white and pointy and fitted with a set of menacingly long fangs. You sob at the sight.Â
âShhhhh,â he coos. He has your chin in his hand, forcing you to truly look at him, to see him for what he is. âI wonât hurt you, love.â You want to believe him so badly it burns, but his laugh washes away any fire and turns it to ice. âNot unless you want me to.â He wiggles a brow like itâs just a little joke, like heâs not an actual fucking vampire that had his fangs over your neck just moments ago.Â
âSatoru,â you beg. Youâre not sure what youâre begging for. Release maybe? But, no, thatâs not right. You donât want him to let you go, not when you finally have him close after all this time. âWhy did you pick me?âÂ
The question slips out. You hadnât even been thinking about it, hadnât even noticed it scratching at the walls of your mind, but it made its way out nonetheless.
His brow creases, but not in confusion. Moreso in⊠thoughtfulness. âDo you think about that a lot, princess?âÂ
You nod and you suddenly want him closer, want him to touch you everywhere, hold you like his life depends on it. You want him, no matter how horrible it might be.Â
He nods and hums, kissing the tip of your nose lightly. âWellâŠâ he says. His thumb swipes over your lips when he leans in to whisper in your ear. âAt first I wanted you for this.â His head dips to your neck again and you feel the familiar brush of his lips against your throat. âYou smellâŠâ he chuckles. âLike heaven. Which is a place Iâll never get to on my own, so I had to bring my own little slice home, no?â He laughs again, a little louder this time, genuinely amused. âWent into town one day and caught your scent on the street. At first I thought I must be walking past the bakery, but, lo and behold, there was no baker in sight.â Heâs still kissing at your pulse, worshiping it. âWent crazy, princess. Didnât think I was going to be able to contain myself when I found you. Thought it might be quite the scene.â He huffs a laugh and you shiver, somehow both terrified and intoxicated. âBut then I saw youââ he groans and something clenches deep at your center. âAnd I knew I needed more than just your blood. Needed you.â Heâs rocking into you now, and your breath catches when you feel something firm against your backside. âWent to you in that little room you slept in every night. Watched you. Couldnât stay away. Knew I had to have you.â You feel him smile against your skin. âAfter a week I couldnât take it anymore. Sent you that letter, married you. Made you mine.â He groans again. âThen I met you and you were so pretty, princess. Already knew it, but hearinâ you talk to me, look at me.â Teeth graze your pulse. âNeeded you more than ever. Almost took you right on the fucking floor in here while you were lookinâ at those dresses.â You whine when his hips roll into you again. âOh, but I knew I couldnât. Youâre so fragile, love. Had to wait, had to make you feel safe, yeah? Spent all this time forcing myself to stay away, âfraid of what I might too if I was in your presence too long. Had to control myself. Had to make you realize you could trust me.â He panting, like heâs so pent up he can hardly sit still. âDo you trust me, princess?âÂ
Your brows scrunch. Say no, say no, say no a part of you screams. Run, run, run. You canât. âYes,â you breathe.Â
You feel him smile again, feel the pleasure of submission. âGood girl.âÂ
Youâre on your back. It happens so fast your eyes donât even have time to gasp. You donât see Satoru, but you feel him. Everywhere. His hands are roaming your body softly, sliding under buttons and laces and popping them off. Your dress loosens with every passing moment until Satoru reappears above you, diving straight for your neck again. âSo good, princess. Letâs get you out of this dress, yeah?âÂ
You nod wordlessly, entranced. He finds your mouth as he rids you of your clothes. His tongue presses in and you flail against him, unsure of what to do, of how to handle the intrusion. The kiss is heavy, too heavy, but Satoru canât seem to stop. He devours you as he gives up on laces and buttons and simply shreds your dress down the back. You tremble when the cold air hits your skin, when his cool fingers dust your collarbone.Â
âI always forget how many damn layers they make you ladies wear,â he chuckles. His hands run beneath your shift, up across your bare thigh. You gasp at the touch. No one has even been so close to you before. You feel the threads of your corset snapping away, feel your breaths growing deeper. You tremble when he pulls your sleeve down past your shoulder and runs his mouth along the newly exposed skin.Â
âSatoru,â you gasp, and your hand pulls at his flowing white shirt.Â
He chuckles, pulling back just enough to see your face. âYou wanna see me too?â You nod, lips parted and eyes glassy, and he laughs again. He lips dust over the corner of your mouth. âAlright.âÂ
His hands shift from you to himself, working at the laces on his chest. His movements are speedy, practiced, like heâs been lacing and unlacing shirts for hundreds of years. Your throat tightens when you realize that he has.Â
You gasp when he reveals himself, when his shirt slides away to reveal an expanse of pale skin and carved muscle. Youâve never seen a man like this and seeing one this close up for the first time is nearly blinding. Heâs art, you think- nothing less.Â
âTouch me, princess,â he says. You canât. You shouldnât. Heâs too beautiful, too perfect to be beneath your insignificant hands. âNeed a little help?â he asks, and thereâs a lilt in his voice that makes you sure heâs grinning.Â
His hands find yours and bring them to his chest, running your palms over his collarbones, his pecs, down, down, down across his abs that you can feel each and every one⊠You whimper, watching your own fingers grope his skin. He pulls you lower, lower, lower, and you gasp when your fingertips brush the waistband of his pants. But then heâs laughing again and heâs throwing your arms over his shoulders and pulling you closer, kissing your neck like it pained him to be parted from your pulse for so long.Â
âNot so fast,â he says, like he wasnât the one nearly stuffing your hands down his pants. His hands are on your corset again. You can feel it dangling onto you by a thread, literally. All he needs is a couple more pulls and youâll be bare. By the look he gives you, you can tell heâsÂ
thinking the same thing. âYou touch me, now I touch you, yeah?â Thereâs a tug and a tear and then so much⊠cold. Youâve never realized how cold this castle is, not until youâre exposed to its elements fully. Youâre naked.Â
Satoru sits back on his knees and just watches. His gaze is searing, burning, despite the iciness of his being. Itâs too much. Your hands move to cover yourself, to maintain some modicum of your dignity-Â
âNo.â Strong hands find your wrists and pry them apart. âLet me see you,â he says. His tongue darts out to lick his lips.Â
Your jaw clenches and your frame shakes, but you do as he asks, letting your hands fall limply at your sides. Thereâs silence for many more moments and it seems to go on so long that you can only squeeze your eyes shut under his gaze. Surely he will turn you away now, get up and leave, tell you this was a mistake, tell you that youâreâÂ
âBeautiful,â he breathes. Your eyes snap open to find him already staring at you. âBeautiful,â he says again, and then heâs on you, lips at your pulse, hands on your skin. His touch is cool and you squeak at the chill that runs up your spine. Youâre not sure itâs entirely from his temperature.Â
His mouth seeks yours and he devours you. You feel as if heâs sucking your soul out through your lips. âTell me youâve never done this before,â he begs. âTell me Iâm the first to touch you.âÂ
You whine against his mouth, both aching for more and overwhelmed by what heâs already giving you. âY-Youâre the first,â you whisper.Â
His groan is deep, primal. It rattles through your chest and you whimper when his hands dig into your waist hard enough to bruise. âYes,â he breathes, and you shiver again. âLie back, princess.â Your eyes widen, with anticipation or fear youâre not sure. Probably both. He chuckles. âDonât worry. Iâll be gentle.âÂ
You pray he means that. âJust relax, love. Here, hold my hand.â His fingers find yours, twining them together. When you swallow, his eyes follow the bob of your throat. He leans back again and your body twitches when his free hand skims the skin of your thighs. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he finds your knees and you gasp when he parts your legs, revealing you so completely to his gaze. The way he stares, like heâs committing you to memory, itâs nearly enough to make you snap your thighs shut, but a squeeze from his hand reminds you to relax, to trust.Â
His palm skates up your thigh and settles near your hip, his fingertips inching closer to where you can feel an embarrassing throb.Â
âTell me, love. Have you ever touched yourself here?â His fingers dust low on your tummy- just low enough for you to catch his meaning, but not low enough to give you any relief. Your face heats and your teeth dig into the flesh of your cheek. You have, you have touched yourself there, but itâs the last thing you want to admit to your new husband. Itâs shameful, itâs dirty, itâs- âDonât think Iâll judge you, princess. Just wanna know.âÂ
You gulp down a breath. You should come clean. âY-yes,â you stutter, and the sound of your voice so weak and helpless only makes you flush further.Â
He chuckles and squeezes your hand again. âOn the outside or the inside?âÂ
Your eyes widen. I-inside? Youâd never considered that⊠âJ-just the outside,â you answer.Â
Your eyes grow even wider when his head rolls back and he moans straight up to the ceiling like your answer is heaven-sent. When he looks back to you his fangs are on full display. âWell, I think you and I are in for a little treat today, hm?âÂ
Your brow furrows and your lips part to ask him what he meansâ his fingers travel those last few inches down your tummy and find your clit. You squeak and jolt so violently that he presses a hand to your hip, holding you to the mattress. âSomebodyâs sensitive,â he chuckles. He holds you still for a moment and then lets your hips go free. âTry to stay still. I promise itâll feel good.â
You nod hopelessly, but this time youâre prepared for when he touches you again. Your muscles clench at the first touch, at the foreign sensation of a touch down there that wasnât your own. But then itâs more. Itâs languid, slow circles around a spot that youâve never been able to pinpoint so well on your own. Itâs heat building in your tummy that seeps through every vein and into every pore. Itâs relaxation that youâve never known, that has you melting into the mattress despite the chill of the touch.Â
Thereâs a little huff of a laugh and then his voice. âGood girl. Feels nice, yeah?â You nod hesitantly and squeeze desperately at his hand, searching for an anchor. His head cocks to the side and you watch the smile slide across his lips. âItâs about to feel even nicer.âÂ
By the time you realize what heâs doing itâs far too late to stop him. His mouth closes around your cunt and you yelp, trying to wiggle away from the overwhelming sensation- but heâs got his freehand on your hip again and his grip is bruising, punishing, as he holds you in place. He licks a stripe through your folds and you find yourself jolting again, uselessly so against the pressure of his palm on your hip. âStop that, princess.â Your heart drops at the admonishment until you feel his guiding touch. âRock into me like this.â His hand rocks your hips into his mouth and the pressure of his tongue against your clit is so delicious that you whimper. âGood girl,â he says and your heart rises right back up. âKeep doing that, now.â You donât dare defy him. You rock like he showed you, a little jerkily at first, and then you find a rhythm that has you seeing stars. âThatâs it, love,â he says, and the sound is muffled against your cunt. âHere, put your hand in my hair.â He finds your wrist and guides you forward until your fingers are tangling in those snowy locks. Theyâre even softer than youâd imagined. âGood girl,â he whispers and suddenly heâs taking one last long lick and lifting his head to meet your eyes. ââM gonna put my fingers in you now, princess.â Your chin wobbles. âIt might hurt a little bit, but stay still, okay?â You canât do anything but nod.Â
His eyes return to your cunt and you can feel him prodding at your entrance, circling the hole as you clench in anticipation. âRelaaaaaax, love,â he says and you nod. A deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouthâÂ
You feel the exact moment he pushes into you and a whine of pain rips from your throat. Your walls clamp down like a vice, angry at the intrusionâ but itâs already too late. Thereâs a beat of silence, of anticipation, and then heâsâ laughing?Â
Your brows furrow when you hear it, your head lifting to a sight that locks your limbs in shock. Satoruâs hand is lifted in front of his face, his pointer finger coated inâ blood, you realize. Your blood. And heâs a fucking vampire.Â
âOh princess,â he coos, and the manic look in his eyes makes you tremble. âYou really are perfect.âÂ
Things seem to slow as you watch him take his blood covered finger into his mouth. Youâre sure youâve never seen an expression more blissful, more lost to sensation. His eyes roll back and his body shivers, like heâs ascending to some higher plane. Maybe he is.Â
When he pulls his finger from his mouth itâs completely licked clean. You hold your breath. Heâs going to go for your neck now, right? Heâs had a taste and now heâll want more of it, all of it?
âFuck,â is all he says. His mouth is back on your cunt so fast you donât even see him move.Â
Your mouth falls wide. It hurts, the way he is so desperately licking at you. You feel his finger again, pressing in, in, in, only to pull back and suddenly be joined by another. The stretch tears at you. You thrash and jolt, but Satoru doesnât bother telling you to stop this time. His arm wraps over your hips, holding you in place. He seems immune to how hard your legs squeeze at his head or your hands pull at his hair. Heâs lost. You can feel him licking, lapping, and prodding at you like youâre a fucking gold mine. Heâs lost to desperation, to the need for more, more, more. Every so often he lifts his chin and you see his mouth smudged with a mixture of your wetness and your blood. He laps at his lips like an animal, dragging his thumb across his chin and sliding it into his mouth to make sure he gets every last drop.Â
Youâre not quite sure when the ravenous pain turns to a ravenous pleasure, when it turns from terrifying to downright delicious. You donât notice your moans filling the air until Satoru joins you, groaning and whining into your cunt and telling you to keep going, to keep making those sounds. The hand you have buried in his hair doesnât fight to push him away any longer, only to pull him into those now practiced rocks of your hips. His fingers thrust deep, curling into a spot that makes you feel so good and his mouth has found your clit again. He sucks your nerves lightly between his lips, tongue swirling in little circles. Your thighs start to shake.Â
âYes. Yes. Give it to me.âÂ
âS-Satoruââ you breathe. Warmth and tightness pool in your tummy, and you recognize it as your approaching orgasm, though you know this one will be far different than any youâve ever managed to give yourself. Your body shakes and your breaths tremble and thenâ you fall over the edge, rocking your hips senselessly, losing all form of rhythm. Warmth tingles in your spine and seeps all the way down to your toes. You think you cry out, cry for your husband, cry for more, cry for less, but if you do you donât hear it. All you hear is the pounding of your pulse, of pleasure throbbing in your veins until the world slowly seeps back in through the corners of your vision.Â
Satoru is grinning. A speck of your blood clings to his chin and his fangs peek out from behind his lips. The sight makes your blood run a little colder. If any part of you doubted what he was before⊠well, there was no doubt any longer.Â
Thereâs a shift between your legs, his hips slotting between them, and youâre suddenly snapped back to reality. From the look in his eyes, youâre not done.Â
Frantic hands find his pants and he undoes each button with a quickness that is almost inhuman. You wonder if he could go even faster, if heâs holding back so as not to scare you. If he is, it isnât working very well. Fear surges in your veins right alongside anticipation.Â
âS-Satoruââ
âItâs alright, love.â His hand finds yours without his eyes ever looking up. His grip is just a little too firm, a little too cold. âJust stay still.âÂ
You whimper, but you donât think heâs paying attention to that, and soon enough, neither are you. His pants slide down just past his hips, just enough. You gasp.Â
Youâve never seen a man in the nude, never even dared to think about what it might look like, though it seemed you no longer had to guess. His hand wrapped around his shaft, giving one long and slow stroke that made his breath hiss through his fangs. The tip was flushed, angry, and leaking something that looked clear and sticky. You couldnât help but notice it was a lot thicker than a finger, or even two. If his fingers had hurtâŠ
He moves with that alarming quickness again, leaning down to hover over you, chests nearly pressed together. âGonna take you now, princess. Gonna make you mine.â His eyes bore into yours, blue and shimmering with something wild. His hand presses into the mattress beside your head. âStay still, now.â
Itâs all the warning he gives you. You feel like youâre splittingâ straight up the middle. You wail, hands flying out to claw at his back. It hurts. It hurts.Â
âSatoru, p-please! ItâsââÂ
Lips catch yoursâ hungry, feral. The kiss is not gentle, not soothing. It shuts you up, it keeps you quiet, it keeps you still as you feel him sinking further, deeper into you. Itâs too much, you try to say, but the poke of sharp teeth against your lips keeps you silent. Your hips jolt and wiggle trying desperately to escape the stretch but itâs no use. By the time heâs fully inside you, tears are streaking down your cheeks, fat and heavy. His lips break away and his eyes reappear. You shake when you see that none of the wildness has been tamed, that youâve only just begun.
âGood girl,â he coos, and a cool finger traces a line across your jaw. âTook me so well.â You hold back a sob when his hips shift a little, testing, prodding. He must see the pinch of your eyes, the twist of your mouth, because heâs quick to comfort. âJust hold my hand, princess.â His hips rock in earnest this time and you whimper, squeezing down on his hand with all your might. Youâre panting as he chuckles. âBreathe, love. Breathe. Soon youâll be begging for more,â he laughs. Itâs not long before heâs rocking into you sincerely, setting a pace that stretches you to the brink of breaking. At first itâs all you can do to grasp onto him, to bite your lips through the whimpers and hold his hand. And then itâs⊠more. Itâs heat and warmth despite the coolness of his body on yours. Itâs sensation and⊠pleasure. He laughs when the first moan slides past your lips, burying his face in your neck once again. You hear him at your ear, panting his hot breath across your skin.Â
âFeel good, princess?â You nod, letting your hips rock against his as he showed you before. It feels goodâ it feels right. He chuckles, but thereâs nothing light about the sound. âWanna feel even better?â Something sharp pokes at the skin of your neck, hard enough to make you squeak, to make you freeze at what you know he wants.Â
He pulls himself back, pressing his forehead to yours, searching your eyes with his. Something like a cruel smile dances on his mouth. âJust a taste, love. I promise it wonâ hurt.â His tongue darts out and licks across your lips, his thrusts rocking just a bit faster. âYouâll feel sâ good anâ Iâll only take a little.â He laughs again and it sends a chill through your bones. âPromise.â He sounds breathless, like heâs struggling to restrain himself. The increase of his pace makes you whine and you squeeze his hand again. He buries himself back in your neck, panting. âCome on, love. Say yes. Say yes fâ me.â Your eyes glaze over. Your body justles with each new thrust. Heâs desperate now, seeking a release that you donât think is any kind youâre familiar with. âYes, yes, yes,â he chants in your ear. Youâre not sure when his words twist in your mind, when they settle on your tongue and push past your lips, but you know it feels so right when they do.Â
âYes,â you whisper.Â
His fangs clamp around your pulse. You scream when the sting rips through you, violent and savageâ but it only lasts a moment. Pain fades to⊠ecstasy. You feel his throat bobbing with each swallow, feel your blood seeping from your skin and onto his tongue. Youâd thought it would feel slicing, draining, like the life was being sucked from you. It doesnât. It feels wonderful. Heat spreads under your skin, emanating from your neck and down to your toes. It feels like breathing for the first time, like sugar being pumped into your veins. It feels like heaven. Your hand tangles in his hair, holding him close. You donât want it to stop, not ever. You could die like this, have him suck every last drop of blood from your veins and thank him for it with your dying breath.Â
Heâs moaning now, hands curling into your hips while he fucks into you relentlessly. The pace is grueling and brutal. You know it should hurt but only feels perfect. Anything less would not be enough. Anything else would leave you wanting. You feel it building, feel that familiar twinge at your core. The ecstasy flooding through your veins has it coming faster, has you teetering on the edge in moments.Â
âSatoruâŠâ You hadnât noticed how dizzy you felt until you tried to speak. You wonder why⊠ââM gonnaâŠâÂ
He fucks you harder, something menacing and deep rumbling in his chest. The sound makes you shiver, makes you whine, makes you come.Â
Your body shakes and a cry rips from your throat, cunt clenching like a vice around him. Your eyes roll back, hands scraping trails down his back. Your thighs quake with the intensity, with the overwhelming senses of pleasure that erupt throughout your body. Every nerve is firing, every hair rising. Itâs an unstoppable current, one that sweeps you away, helpless to its pull.Â
His thrusts grow sloppy and untimed. His grip on your hips tightens, holding you in place while he makes you his. His teeth break from your neck and when you look up through blurry eyes you see his head thrown back, your blood streaming down his chin in thick little globs. You feel it when he cums, feel the thick ropes of it seeping into your womb, feel the way he keeps fucking you, pushing it deeper and deeper inside. Heâs moaning, chanting your name like a prayer at the heavens.Â
When the moment ends he slumps over you, eyes half lidded and tired. Thereâs a familiar grin on his lips, one that inspires both comfort and uneasiness in your gut. You canât help but stare at him, at the blood that stains his chin and cheeks, that reddens his lips so beautifully. You want to reach out and touch him, touch his blood-soaked skin and see what it feels like, what it tastes like. What you taste like.Â
His eyes slide to the side, finding your pulse again. You groan. Yes, you think. Please, yes. More. You donât think youâll ever get enough of that. Of his teeth in your flesh, of the euphoria flooding your veins. More, more, more, your mind chants.Â
He chuckles lightly and shakes his head. âNo, princess.â He raises a finger to trace the curve of your neck. âI took more than I should haveâŠâ His expression doesnât tense with worry. His cheeks pull into a smile, those little dimples shining through. âBut what can I say? You just taste so good.â Like he needs to emphasize his point, his tongue darts out to trace his lips, lapping up some of the remaining blood on his chin. âYou taste like mine.â
You whine. More, more, more. Itâs all you can think about. You lift an arm weakly. You want to pull him to your neck, to make him drink, to make him fill you with the heaven you had just moments ago.Â
He catches your wrist and brings it to his lips, inhaling deeply. His lips split into another grin and you see his eyes spark again with the wildness you crave.Â
âNot yet, princess.â he coos. âBut soon.â His smile grows even wider, until those fangs are on full display, until youâre trembling again. âForever,â he whispers.
taglist (dm me or send an ask to be added!): @lacheri, @la-undercover-latina, @keiva1000
please consider leaving a comment, sending an ask, or reblogging! interacting with authors is the best way to support them! thanks for reading âĄ
#gojo#gojo smut#gojo x reader#jjk gojo#satoru gojo#gojo satoru#jjk x reader#jjk#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen#satoru#jujutsu gojo#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk x reader smut#vampire gojo#vampire#tw: loss of virginity#tw: yandere#jujustu kaisen#gojo x you#bree's fics!
32K notes
·
View notes
Text
People always speak well of me even in rooms iâm not in & every negative work said about me just makes the speaker look 10x as bad.
âââ-
Everyone who meets or knows me adores me & is charmed by me so much theyâre a little in love with me.
~~~~~~~~
Everyone who fumbled me as both friend & love interest regrets it every day & misses me every day & feels their life is worse without me in it. with no harm to me, so mote it be.
11:11 âMiracleMakeAWishComeTrueSpellđ
Eleven-Eleven, This is a call to all angels in heaven, give me a miracle and make my wish come true!
đââđ€đđŠâđŻđŻđ°đđđđđđđđđŻđ°đ°đłđ§đđ„đđźđĄđâđđđ
Like to Charge, Reblog To Cast spell
#i always have people to do all the things i want to do and they invite me#everything always works out for me exactly how i wanted or better#every day i get healthier & wealthier & happier & luckier because i flourish & grow in abundance&love&success&wellness with my every breath#i am a master manifestor and a magnet to all good things bc my life is better than a rom com#i am a magnet to successful opportunities and loving relationships#i can have a bm in 45 minutes bc my digestive system is back to how i was when i was 11#i am a successful womenâs lifestyle journalist and have the job of my dreams#i have such an amazing life i frequently make stas overwhelmingly jealous#my life is as great as allieâs or better & i get 10x as many opportunities as sheâs had to get & have & experience everything i want or mor#all of my wishes come true and the universe/powers that be grant me all that i ask for or better & as ive willed it so it is & so im gratef#i have friends who do cute aesthetic parties & trips with me always included just like juliette d & her friends do#i buy whatever i want because money for fun things comes to me easily in abundance#i am a successful womens magazine writer at conde nast or hearst or meredith magazines#i have a soul tribe and am surrounded by lifelong friends who adore me and really get me#I am a powerful âwitch whose spells & potions always work even better than intended & can manifest instantly&cast spells just w my thoughts#i have new friends who do cute aesthetic parties & trips with me & iâm always included just like juliette d & her friends do#i have that magic it quality&am as charming&magnetic&beloved as stas is 2 every1 who meets or knows me so everyone wants 2 be around me 24/#everyone who hurt me regrets how they treated me and misses me & feels the pain they caused me 10fold with no harm to me#iâm a beauty and fashion journalist by my 30th bday#every day i lose weight from fat and am achieving my ideal body of a tiny waist and hourglass figure and toned arms#my hair is healthy&shiny& does not shed excessively &grows quickly & gets lighter in color every day so its back to strawberry blonde#vic & stas miss me every day & wish they were still friends with me#i have new people and more experiences in my life that excite me and treat me wonderfully#i have a life filled with joy and magical realism & love & success & happiness & good health & fun & abundance & friendship & fulfillment#i am friends with jd & sm & rl & cmcd so i am a welcome & essential part of their friend group & included in all their activities#i am charismatic everyones drawn to me#i am in my reality of highest joy where everything always works out for me or better than i could imagine or ask for#i have a group of close female friends who make a big deal out of my birthday by my 30th bday#my intuition is very strong & gives me clear signs so i trust my own psychicness#kelly misses me & wants us to be bffs again & is a better friend to me constantly than i could ever hope for
5K notes
·
View notes
Text
HAPPY NEW YEAR
2024
Thank you everyone for surviving and living through 2023!!!
Even if you didnât do much, even if you just survived, thatâs worth something!!!!
And as much as I say Iâm dying, letâs all have a fantastic 2024!!!!
#smol child rambles#ITS THE NEW YEAR ALREADY#WE ALL SURVIVED ANOTHER YEAR AROUND THE SUN!#I hope everyone has an amazing new year#and that everyone gets to live in 2024#and that their hearts gets to be filled with happiness and joy that the simple acts of living breathes into every single living being#that their trials and tribulations may leave marks upon their soul but they will never be considered broken or sick or unworthy#you will always be someone worthy of love and compassion#I hope you see that in 2024 and I hope you all the best in 2024#we will live through and survive and thrive in 2024 regardless of what anyone else thinks or wants#SO HERES TO ANOTHER YEAR AND HERES TO 2024!!!!!#âšâšâšâšâšđđđđđđđđ#new year#new year 2024
1 note
·
View note
Text
Nightmare Wedding
DESCRIPTION: They have a nightmare that you marry someone else
WARNINGS: slight angst and some insecurities but with comfort and happy endings in all
CHARACTERS: Ace, Shanks, Mihawk, Kid, Katakuri | Law, Zoro
WORDS: 3,014
A/N: I loved this idea and couldn't help but do another. Of course as soon as I posted the last one an idea for Ace finally came to me. Added Ace and Kid for @breadlover6969 and Mihawk, Shanks, and Katakuri (who also won the poll) for @kabloswrld
Hope you all enjoy!
*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*
MASTERLIST | PROMPT LIST
âââââââ
ACE
Ever since you and Ace became a couple, Ace noticed that he slept amazing when you were beside him. The nights you had to sleep apart however, brought restlessness, sometimes strange dreams that left him feeling as though he hadnât slept at all, but it was worse when he had to suffer through nightmares. Tonight, he reluctantly went to bed while you had to stay in the infirmary while you recovered from a sickness. It was just a precaution to avoid you infecting the others but Ace needed more convincing than the others. He didnât care if he got sick and would have risked it but you managed to talk him around, promising it would be just one night and it would make you feel better to know he was safe and healthy. Reluctantly he climbed into the bed and pouted at your empty side until his eyes grew heavy and sleep claimed him.Â
âAce how do I look?â You asked him in his dream and he broke out into an overwhelmed smile, taking in your breathtaking appearance. You were all but glowing, dressed for a wedding; your wedding. Slowly he reached out to cup your face before taking your hand to playfully twirl you and take in your outfit with growing appreciation. Unable to hold back, he pulled you into a tight hug. âYou look amazing, you always do.â He whispered, pulling back to see your eyes light with joy as you you looked down at your outfit, smoothing the fabric into place.Â
âIâm glad. I hope Marco thinks so too.â You beamed up at him, unaware of Aceâs expression dropping into one of confused dread. Marco? What did Marco have to do with it all? He quickly snapped out of his thoughts when you quickly took his hands into yours and leaned in with an excited smile. âAce, will you walk me down the aisle? Itâd mean so much to me!â
âB-butâŠarenât you going to marry me?â Ace asked with a frown, his heart sinking when you tilted your head in confusion before laughing.Â
âAce, donât be silly!â You grinned, giving him a playful shove. âYou know Iâm marrying Marco, come on I canât be late!â Before he could react, you grabbed his wrist and hurried down a corridor that seemed unending. Finally the corridor shifted to reveal a filled room, your hand was no longer in his and you stood with Marco at the altar.Â
His stomach lurched and Ace let out a yelp as he landed on the floor of his room, tangled in the bedsheet and head swimming as he tried to let his brain catch up with the fact he was awake and what heâd just witnessed was a horrible dream. Scrambling to his feet, Ace bolted out of the room and hurried to the infirmary, hearing the sound of you coughing when he neared the door. Quietly he entered and walked quietly to your bedside. âAce? You should be in bed.â You told him weakly.Â
âNo, I should never have let you talk me into leaving you.â Ace said as he climbed into the bed with you, pulling you close to let you rest against him. His fingers lightly moved over your back, soothing your aching body while also finding your presence soothing him from the nightmare heâd had. âWeâre a team right? Through thick and thinâŠsickness and in health.â
âArenât those wedding vows?â
âAre they?â Ace asked innocently but you could hear his heart pick up speed slightly. âMust have been a coincidenceâŠâ
SHANKS
Before meeting you, Shanks never saw himself as the settling down type. He was more than content to live his days exploring and enjoying himself with a lover in every island should the mood take him. Then you came along and changed his life in every wonderful way imaginable. You were the adventure heâd been missing and hadnât even known he was searching for. He couldnât imagine ever being apart from you. You might have fallen for his charm and flirtatious smile first but he fell for your warmth and beautiful soul so much harder.Â
So when he dreamt of himself standing at the front of an altar, he knew you would be the only other possible person his subconscious would conjure to join him. Shanks felt excitement gather in his chest and then in a blink he saw Beckman appear beside him. âThis is a big thing, Captain. You sure you can go through with this?â His right-hand man asked with a grin before continuing. âI mean youâve never preformed a wedding ceremony before, will you be able to handle it?â
Shanks felt his excitement fizzle out and it was quickly replaced with confusion and apprehension. Yes, as Captain he would be the one to marry members of his crew but he couldnât possibly be the one to get married and preform the ceremony at the same time. It didnât make sense and as much as he wanted to know, he dreaded what the explanation would be because he already knew it wasnât going to be something heâd like. âBenn! Shanks!âÂ
Both heads turned and Shanksâ chest felt like it was going to explode with adoration and pride as he saw you hurry to them. He waited for your hands to reach for him but instead you merely smiled at him and hurried to Beckmanâs side, eagerly letting his arms wrap around you and hold you close. âSorry Iâm late but we can start now.â You beamed, your gaze settling on Shanksâ face expectantly. âWhenever youâre ready Captain, I canât wait to marry this man!â
With a jolt and gasp, Shanks woke to the calm, dark silence using the sound of the gentle waves hitting the side of the Red Force to help calm his breathing. He glanced to down to see you curled up on your side, your back against him and your arms loosely but just as possessively wrapped around his arm. Shanks let out a small huff as he silently laughed at his stupid mind for conjuring such a ridiculous scenario. Rolling onto his side, Shanks pressed a kiss against your temple, stilling when you began to shift. You turned as you began to wake, curling into his chest and let out a sleepy smile when his now freed arm tightened around you, keeping you close. âEverything okay?â You mumbled.Â
âNever better.â Shanks affirmed with a smile, pressing another kiss against your cheek. As much as he knew it was a ridiculous dream and that things between you both were beyond amazing, Shanks considered that maybe he was worried in some part that someone may take you from him someday. âPromise me you wonât marry Beck, okay?â
âWhy, you wanna marry him?â Even half-asleep you were still able to make a joke and help your lover relax.Â
âThe only one I want to be committed to is you.â
âGood, because Iâm not going anywhere.âÂ
âPromise?â
âI do.â
MIHAWK
âClown, what is the meaning for all of thisâŠfanfare?â Mihawk asked, looking around the extensibly decorated circus tent. Brightly coloured ribbons adorned the ceiling, flowers were displayed in grand, flashy, and quite simply ostentatious arrangements that just screamed âBuggy the Clown.â None of it was to Mihawkâs taste but it was clear the clown was up to something. The figurehead of Cross Guild spun around, dressing in a bright suit and his painted smile, spread wide in triumph.Â
âMihawk! So glad youâve arrived. We were worried you were going to miss the festivities. Theyâll be writing about this in the papers for weeks.â Buggy declared with a laugh, allowing his hands to detach from his arms to gesture widely as confetti seemed to rain down from nowhere. Mihawkâs eye twitched at the useless theatrics, heâd asked a question and wanted an actual answer. Thankfully he didnât need to repeat himself because Buggy cleared his throat and stepped to the side to show the altar Mihawk could have sworn wasnât there before. âItâs my wedding obviously.â
A wedding? This was the first Mihawk heard about it. As far as he knew, Buggy hadnât had a serious relationship in a long time, certainly not serious enough to warrant a wedding. So who was the clownâs secret betrothed? The answer came instantly when he heard footsteps behind him. Mihawk turned and did a double take when he saw it was you. The look in your eyes was filled with so much excitement and joy they practically sparkled. He began to reach out for you but you slipped past him and continued with conviction until you were proudly beside Buggy. Disbelief gripped Mihawk at the scene in front of him. No, this was impossible. Letting his instincts take hold, he reached for Yoru and charged for Buggy.Â
âMihawk, no!â You pleaded, stepping in front and stopping his attack mid-swing with just your voice. âPlease itâs my wedding day. Promise thereâll be no fighting. For me okay?â Mihawk snapped awake immediately and let out a sigh of relief to see he was in his own quarters and not a garish decoration in sight. Despite having slept, the nightmare he was forced to endure had left him exhausted. Part of him was reluctant to try and fall back to sleep out of worry of what other hellish thoughts his mind would conjure for him.Â
With a sigh he reached out your side of the bed and only now he noticed it was empty. Yet it was still warm, youâd only just risen but it was still late at night. Just as he was about to rise and search for you, the door opened and you silently crept in, pausing to see Mihawk was awake and watching you. Now seeing you had no need to be stealthy you smiled and walked back towards the bed. âI was getting a drink of water. Did I wake you?â
âNo, love.â Mihawk answered, holding out his arms to pull you close against him, his eyes closing when your fingers slipped into his hair. âHad an awful dream you married the clown and wouldnât let me cut him to pieces for it.âÂ
âHow strangeâŠâ You mused with a yawn. âAlthough Iâm not opposed to the idea, truth be told.â
âMarrying the clown?â Mihawk leaned back to look at you, unable to hide his disgust as the images from his dream came flooding back.Â
âNo!â You laughed pressing a kiss against his cheek. âMarrying you. Although people consider us married anyway.â Mihawk chuckled, it was true. Mihawk supposed now that it had been properly brought up, it was worth considering to finally propose. His golden eyes observed you carefully and saw your eyes were growing heavy. That was a conversation best saved for the morning.Â
KID
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me!â Kid shouted as he looked at you standing hand in hand with none other than Strawhat Luffy, both of you dressed very clearly for a wedding. At his outburst you both turned to look at him in shared confusion. âHim? Youâre seriously going to marry him! Heâs a moron!â
âOnly sometimes.â You shrugged before smiling dreamily at the Strawhat pirate. âHeâs also super strong, and funny, and heâs King of the Pirates now so-â
âWhat? No heâs not!â Kid argued angrily trying to charge forward but every step he took kept him firmly on the same spot. This wasnât real, this couldnât be happening. You were with him! You had no interest in the pipsqueak Captain of the Strawhats like that. You werenât as shallow to only be with something because of their title, you werenât like that. You saw the good in people, youâd seen the good in him and you loved him. Of that much Kid was certain of. This just had to be some awful dream. He just needed to wake up and everything would be okay.Â
âKid!â Kid jolted upright with a yell meeting your bewildered gaze. âWhat is it? You were calling my name over and over. Are you okay?â You hesitated from touching him as out of fear he was still clinging to the nightmare he was waking from, not wanting to overwhelm him but you had to speak to him, to reassure him your were here. You watched as Kid steadied his breathing and reached out towards you with his good arm. Quickly you took his hand into both of yours and guided his fingers to rest against your collarbone so he could feel your steady heartbeat under your skin and feel the rise and fall of your chest, hoping he would copy the steadied breaths and calm. âIâm here, weâre safe in our room. What do you need?â
âKill Strawhat.â Kid ground out tightly as he calmed, his fingers flexing around yours just a little tighter to ground him in the reality. Finally he let out a long, heavy sigh and shook his head. âNah, heâs not worth my time. Just need you babe.â You let out a sigh of your own, soft and relieved to hear him speak and inched closer, smiling when his hand moved up to curl behind your neck and thread into your hair, pulling you in for a soft and gentle kiss. Parting he lay his forehead against yours, finding his ability to be vulnerable around you to be proof of the love you both shared.
âPromise me, even if that little runt becomes King of the Pirates and asks you to marry him, youâll say no.â
âKid, youâre the only one Iâve ever wanted.â You reassured him softly. âDonât care about titles or any of that stuff but if you want to give me a ring and let me call you husband if it makes you feel better we can do that?â
âDid you just half-ass a proposal to me?â Kid asked with a grin, all worries from his dream vanishing instantly.Â
âNot at all, Captain. Was just letting you know you can half-ass propose to me if you want.â With a laugh and a playful shove, Kid considered taking you up on the offer but now he had to wait for a while so that when he did propose, it would seem like it was all his idea.
KATAKURI
Another tea-party, another celebration filled with people and a feast of the finest food imaginable. Katakuri stood firmly in place, watching all of the guests and his family occupy the space, prepared for anything to happen. Like everything else, nothing would escape his sight and nothing would ruin his motherâs carefully planned party, he always made sure of that. Across the large garden he caught sight of the extravagant mountain-sized wedding cake and now he felt confused, he hadnât known this was a wedding. Curiously he looked around, searching for his siblings to spot who would be the bride or groom. But then that thought went out of his head when he saw you of all people standing at the altar at the top of the cake.Â
His heart all but skipped when he saw you but that led him to become even more confused. If you were up there and waiting to get married, why was he all the way down here and standing watch? He was madly in love with you and you loved him, so why were you both apart? Then you turned to face someone who was on top of the cake with you. Katakuri watched in dismay to see his brother Perospero take your hand in his and grin at you. Behind his thick layers of his scarf wound around the lower half of his face, Katakuriâs lips curled in a tight snarl and he gripped his arms tightly to control the mounting anger. Why was this happening?
From behind him he heard his motherâs loud laughter, delighted by the ceremony taking place on the cake she couldnât wait to devour. Katakuri lowered his gaze and took a deep breath, of course. Big Mom did enjoy arranging marriages for her children and this was clearly one of her arrangements but he couldnât help but feel the pain of how youâd been taken from him and he couldnât do anything to intervene. Worse still, you didnât even look like you wanted him to be in Prosperous place.Â
Katakuri woke instantly, his eyes snapping open and his mind clearing just as fast. As though sensing the change in his body, you stirred from your comfortable place on his chest. As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and yawned, Katakuriâs hand fell over your back, making sure to keep you comfortable knowing that your mind was still hazy and body was still heavy as it clung to the need for sleep. If he reassured you all was well quickly, youâd fall back into your own pleasant dreams in no time. âKataâŠwhatâs the matter?â You mumbled, managing to crack your eyes open slightly to look at him.Â
âJust a bad dream. Iâm fine now.â Katakuri informed you simply, never needing to lie to you.Â
âHm, what kind of dream?â You asked, absently running your fingers over his chest as you listened to his steady heartbeat that always lulled you to sleep.
âDreamt mother had arranged for you to marry Perospero.â He explained, rubbing your back in response to your soothing touches. âI could only stand by and watch.â
âSorry you had to dream such a thing but donât worry that wonât happen.â
âIf mother demanded it, I couldnât fight against her wishes.â Katakuri mumbled, feeling his own mind grow hazy once more as your radiating warmth was coaxing him to sleep. He blinked when you abruptly pushed yourself up to frown at him in the dark. âWhat?â
âKatakuriâŠweâre already married.â You reminded him, lifting your hand to show the band of metal on your finger glinting in the moonlight. With a tired, amused huff at your husbands momentary lapse in memory you flopped back down onto your husbandâs chest.Â
-----------------------------------------------
TAG LIST (If I've missed anyone or if you want to be added just let me know) @3v37773, @tsaaps , @i-am-all-love-puns-and-lazy , @sanemisnonexistenteyebrow , @fiery-captain-spider-santa
#one piece#one piece imagines#one piece x reader#one piece x you#one piece fanfiction#one piece scenario#one piece fic#ace x reader#ace x you#shanks x you#shanks x reader#mihawk x you#mihawk x reader#kid x you#kid x reader#katakuri x reader#katakuri x you#portgas d ace x reader#ace one piece#portgas ace x you#portgas d ace x you#portgas ace x reader#fire fist ace#portgas d ace#red haired shanks#shanks one piece#akagami no shanks#red hair shanks#red hair shanks x reader#dracule mihawk one piece
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
MY LOVE, IS MINE ALL MINE
pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x angel! fem! reader
fandom: Hazbin Hotel
genre: semi-angst
notes: will probably make more parts to this if anyone wants me to
PART TWO | PART THREE
Lucifer paced back and forth in his chambers, avoiding the piles of rubber ducks as he anxiously bit his nails. He had just opened the portal for his daughter to enter heaven for a meeting. He never felt this much fear in his whole life, he's worried for her daughterâhe fears the higher beings would crush her the same way they had crushed him.
âI am sure she'll be fine...â he mutters, his eyes landing on the picture frame of him and charlie that's on his tableâbeside his newly created fire breathing rubber duck. It's not fine, Charlie is his pride and joy. He wants to preserve her smile and shelter her but she's a grown woman now and he regrets missing out on her life as he was busy wallowing in self pity.
Lucifer's shoulders hung low as he let out a long and tired sigh, his legs brought him to the balcony of his chambers, grabbing his newly made fire breathing rubber duck in the process, pushing the doors open and leaning against the railings, placing the duck on the railings. âNow that I've thought about it, I made so many regrets in life.â he mutters sadly, his eyes gazing at the smoke filled skies of hell. He couldn't see any stars or moon. He remembers when he was still up there, always gazing up in the sky with, â[y/n]....â says sadly. She was the only angel who believed in him, who agrees with him. They were best friends, he used to fly around the skies with her. She was one of the first few angels God created, he is one of those angels of course. His the one that got away.
â....and with that, I think humans should have free will, they shouldn't be stuck following so many rules.â Lucifer mutters, avoiding the gaze of his best friend, âI know, you probably think it's idiotic to think like thaââ his voice was cut off as the girl beside him placed a shushing finger over his lips. His wings fluttered from the contact of her skin against his lips, cheeks heating up slightly. âDon't think like that, your dreams for mankind are amazing and I agree, too many rules aren't fun.â [y/n] giggles softly as she removes her finger away from his lips.
At that moment, Lucifer was able to gaze at her smiling face. Her three pairs of wings flutter behind herâso warm whenever she hugs him, her hair perfectly framing her faceâso soft to touch, the golden halo on top of her headâlike a crown, her beautiful smiling faceâespecially her lips, he wonders what it feels like against his own. Oh god, he's falling for her isn't he?
Lucifer shakes his head, he shouldn't be thinking inappropriate thoughts about her. He just composed himself and pretended his golden heart isn't pounding so hard against his ribcage.
Lucifer laughs softly, gazing at the city of hell. âI wonder what would've happened if I didn't back out of my confession that day, she looked excited too..â he wonders.
â[y/n], can I please talk to you... Alone.â Lucifer nervously says as he looked at the female angel before him, he had to take a deep breath in hopes of his beating heart to calm down for a second or else he'll end up with a heart attack. âOh? You needed me for something?â she asked him gently with a smile, he would've responded âI needed you in my lifeâ if he had the confidence, âI just needed to talk to you, that's all.â He answered meekly and [y/n] was worried because he seemed nervous, she nodded and followed him to an area where there were no other angels.
âIs there something wrong?â [y/n] asked him softly, holding his hands. Her hands were soft against his own. He avoided her gaze and he could hear his heart thumping loudly in his chest. This is it. âI just wanted to tell you that...â he pauses, voice shaking. [Y/n] looked at him expectantly, âthat I like you...â he continued and her eyes widened, her cheeks heating up slightly, her heart beating loudly too unknowingly to Lucifer but the poor man misunderstood her reaction and quickly panicked, âto be safe out there when you do your roundly checks on the Garden of eden.â he finishes quickly and nervously.
âI couldn't forget her reaction, she looked so disappointed.â Lucifer mutters with a sad chuckle as he remembers how her face fell in slight disappointment. He didn't know why back then and it took him years to realize that she wanted him to confess. âI am such an idiot, right?â he says and looks at the rubber duck beside him. No response.
Even though he regrets not confessing as he planned that day, even though a part of him wished the outcome was different. He would've been happy with [y/n] but part of him is thankful he didn't, because if he did, Charlotte wouldn't be here.
Speaking of Charlotte, he is now back to worrying for her. âI spent my time thinking about my past love when my daughter is up there talking to them!â he exclaimed, running his fingers through his blond hair. He hopes someone is kind enough to help his daughter up there.
Unknown to him, a certain angel he was just recalling is currently talking to his daughter up in the skies and showing her around.
#hazbin hotel#lucifer morningstar x reader#lucifer hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#lucifer magne#lxkeee hazbin hotel masterlist#hazbin hotel lucifer
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
Happy Birthday, @bellakitse!!!
#bellakitse#happy birthday!!!#i hope it's amazing and filled with love and joy!!!#*mygifs#rcontent tw
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
Happy Birthday, @thereadersmuse!!!
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hold You Tight: Part 10
Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.
Part 9 | Series Masterlist | Part 11
Chapter Summary: You're determined to have a good day today.
Chapter Word Count: Almost 4.4k
Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, tension, mild dirty talk, unease, possessiveness, inner turmoil, slight feels, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.
A/N: More Hold You Tight and thank you for your patience! Hope you lovelies continue to enjoy. Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo . â€ïž Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
The next day you cautiously looked around your bedroom as you opened your eyes. You expected to find Bucky in bed beside you since you wouldnât have put it past him to sneak back into your place once you fell asleep. It was a relief to find yourself alone. It also surprised you that you slept so soundly, but the night before had mentally worn you out. Bucky and his crew were a lot to handle.
If you truly accepted that you were going to be Buckyâs girl, youâd have to get used to them.
âNo,â you whispered. You werenât going to accept it. Not today. Bucky may have taken a few hits at your inner armor, but youâd repair it. You couldnât give in. But last night, thinking of asking him for your own space at his place, he was luring you in his direction. You had to tread carefully and not lose your resolve.
You got out of bed and went to retrieve the necklace that Bucky gifted you on your first âdateâ. The diamonds sparkled and reflected the light as you admired them. Beautiful, lavish, something you could easily lose if you werenât careful. A gift for a pretty doll. Not for someone like you.
âJust buy me a collar and show the world that you own me,â you muttered.
Grabbing your phone, there were no new texts or calls from Bucky. You werenât sure if that was a good or bad thing, but youâd take it as a small win that he hadnât blown up your phone. Smiling to yourself, maybe you could have another small win today. An opportunity.
âHey! I know itâs short notice, but are you free Saturday? Maybe we can do a small girls' day outside of the city if you arenât busy with wedding prep.â You sent to Addison. âAnd I canât wait to hear about The Terrace.â
It didnât matter to you that Bucky had some sort of power in various parts of the city, more than you could possibly imagine. You were still your own woman and you wanted to spend time with your friends. After he had a hand in messing up your night with Addison, he owed you that. And the best part? If you went outside of the city, it meant you could have fun at a place he couldnât touch.
Right?
âThe Terrace was AMAZING! I canât wait to tell you all about it. And are we sharing a brain? I was just getting ready to text you! How about The Winery at Hunterâs Cove? Itâll be fun!â Addison sent back.
You frowned at your phone. The Winery at Hunterâs Cove was beautiful and the perfect place to relax with a drink and good company. Reading that shouldâve filled you with joy, but your shackles rose up. It didnât feel right. Did Bucky or Nick or someone have anything to do with that?
After a second, you laughed. Your nerves were continuing to get the better of you. It wasnât as if you could go the rest of your life with second guessing everything. It would drive you crazy.
âJust give me a time and place to meet and Iâll be there. Canât wait!â
A bright smile on your face, you got ready for the day with a spring in your step. A spark of optimism lit within you and you let it spread as you set out your work clothes. You even sang to yourself in the shower and drew a smiley face in the fogged up mirror before you dressed yourself. It was going to be a great day.
âIâm walking on sunshine. Whoa-oh,â you sang as you opened the front door.
âAnd donât it feel good,â you heard from the hallway.
âShit!â Your heart pounded as Bucky stood there with an amused smile on his face. How long was he waiting there? Did he know you were leaving right now? âBucky, what are you doing here?â
God forbid the man give you even half a day to breathe.
âI know I said Iâd try to meet you for lunch, but I couldnât wait. I thought itâd be nice to take you to work instead,â he said, his eyes still sparkling as he moved closer. An impeccable suit like always, but today he wore an aqua shirt. He was really leaning into the shirts that enhanced his eyes. âYouâre in a chipper mood. Thatâs nice to see.â
You were in a bit of a chipper mood until now. No, you wouldnât let him showing up put a damper on things. âJust determined to have a good day,â you explained, looking at his arm before you took it. âIâm actually glad youâre here,â you added. You did have to talk to him about Saturday and, well, whatever the future would bring.
âYeah? Iâm glad Iâm here, too.â His eyes lit up as he glanced at you. He looked over the moon and you had to sweep your gaze down to avoid his stare. âIs it bad if I admit I stayed up way too late staring at your photo?â He smiled, leaning in like he was telling you a secret.
If you had to guess, he likely jerked off to your picture. How long would that keep him satisfied? His control had to be diminishing. âA picture of me is hardly a reason to lose any sleep.â
âWorth every second of lost sleep. I definitely need more pictures.â Your stomach dropped when his smile widened. âYou know, the more I think about it, I kind of want to replace that painting in my office. Maybe it could be a photo of us or even just you? Or Steve could paint us! I know heâd love that.â
Guilt brewed within you since he sounded so enthusiastic and you would likely crush that mood, but you pushed that feeling aside. There was no reason for you to feel bad in the least. âSo, Iâm going out with my girlfriends on Saturday. Somewhere outside of the city,â you blurted out to change the subject, staring at the elevator door when the smile slipped off his face.
You were suddenly terrified of his reaction and you were about to step into a very small space with him. There would be no hiding. So much for treading carefully, but it was better in this case to just rip the bandaid off.
Buckyâs stare was almost impassive as you went into the elevator, which had your heart speeding up. âYouâre going outside of the city?â His voice was soft, but had an edge that threatened to cut through you like a knife. âWithout me?â
âItâs just a short girls trip. A bit of time with my friends. You understand, right?â Your voice cracked, your body tight with tension. âYou and I didnât have any plans, so maybe you can hang out with the guys.â
âI donât want to hang out with them. I see them all the time,â he said, bringing his lips to your ear with a shaky breath. âI want to be with you.â
The air thickened, the elevator feeling smaller than usual as you considered his words. He didnât sound upset that you wanted to go, but because you wanted to go without him. Sympathizing with his loneliness wouldnât help your case, not when he manipulated things in his favor.
âI know this may not be easy, but you need to accept that I have friends, Bucky. That I had a life before you⊠showed up. It wasnât much, but it was mine,â you said, not daring to turn your head and risk his lips touching yours. âItâs good for us to have things outside of each other. And may I remind you what you said on our first date? You said you wouldnât stop me from spending time with my friends or having hobbies.â
Bucky almost seemed to need you and no one had ever needed you before. But he couldnât completely depend on you for whatever it was he needed either. Relying on you too heavily wasnât healthy. It wouldnât just smother you, it would eventually destroy you both.
âI remember,â he said, his voice barely audible. âI just donât know if itâs safe for you to be so far away from me for the time being. I think Iâve said I donât even like you being in this building because my place is safer than yours. And if I havenât, Iâm telling you now.â
Worry crept into your face as you inched away a bit and faced him. âWhy wouldnât I be safe going out with my friends?â
His blue eyes narrowed, but there was no annoyance there. âKotyonok, you may be innocent in some ways, but you arenât naive or that forgetful. I told you last night that you need people looking out for you if youâre with me,â he said, your stomach sinking more. He was right. âAnd you must be aware that I have my hand in things outside of the club. Youâve seen some of the company I keep. Do you think everything we have was earned through honest, hard work?â
The men Bucky surrounded himself with lived in the gray. You couldnât ignore obvious signs, like how Marc reacted to hearing his name. Bucky even treated your courting that way, breaking in and intimidating you. âItâs none of my business,â you said. The more you knew, the harder it would be to get away. âI havenât even looked for anything about you online.â
âThe harsh reality is that itâs going to become your business, at least it will to a certain extent. I canât leave you in the dark, but I donât want you fully exposed.â He sighed, suddenly looking tired. If you didnât know any better, youâd say there was a hint of regret there. It disappeared quickly. âAs far as looking online, you probably wouldnât find much. We work hard to keep it that way. I donât even have social media. Though if I did, it might just be photos of you and the two of us together.â
âSo, you donât want me to go out of the city for my safety?â You asked, stepping off the elevator. You wanted to believe that was his twisted reason for having you move in so soon and not because he wanted you close for his own selfish desires. Wasnât it selfish though for dragging you into his world without so much as a warning or giving you a choice? âDo you really think people outside of your circle know weâre âtogetherâ yet? You said it yourself, you donât have social media and it isnât like Iâve been in your life for that long.â
âAs far as I know, no one is aware,â he said slowly. After what he did to John for merely insulting you, you prayed no one would be stupid enough to cross your path and try to cause you hurt or harm. âBut I donât know if I want to take the risk.â
âYou wouldnât be taking the risk. I would. And it isn't fair that youâd expect me to put my life on pause,â you argued, seeing Ray standing outside of the car. How the hell did they get a spot right in front of the building? âRay, would you kindly tell your boss that I should go out with my friends on Saturday? Please?â You cut him a pleading look, needing this.
Ray blinked twice. âIâd rather not get involved in that quarrel,â he said, looking at his boss. âBut perhaps if she really does want to go and youâre unable to accompany her, boss, someone could discreetly keep an eye on her.â
âYes! Thatâs a great idea. Thank you, Ray,â you smiled before Bucky could interject. You wouldnât normally agree to someone hovering nearby, but right now you could kiss Ray for the suggestion. âSee? I get time with my friends and you donât have to worry about my safety. Problem solved.â You even flashed him a soft smile for good measure.
You werenât sure if it was your smile, the stare from his bodyguard, or the combination that made Bucky nod, but your heart soared. âI guess Iâll have to see if someone is free.â He let out a humorless laugh and raked a hand through his hair as Ray looked at his feet. âUsing one of my men to sway me? Youâre playing dirty. Iâm impressed.â
âOr maybe Iâm just learning how to play your game,â you said, ducking into the car with Bucky right behind you. The happy feeling was back in full force. Had Bucky not agreed, you wouldâve been defiant and gone anyway. Who knew how that wouldâve gone? This was a better compromise. For now.
âRay really does have a soft spot for you,â Bucky said once the door was shut, taking your hand. âIt would worry me if he wasnât so loyal.â
âWorry about what exactly?â You asked.
âHim trying to get you away from me.â He smiled a bit, making you shift in your seat. Did he know you had tried to get Ray on your side? âBut he isnât a man to typically let his emotions drive him. Heâs loyal.â
âHe wonât try to get me away from you, Bucky. He knows youâre happier because Iâm in your life and wouldnât risk changing that,â you said, thinking back on your conversation with Ray. It wasnât like you wanted to assure Bucky that you two would be together, but you also didnât want his bodyguard on the manâs bad side indirectly because of you. Not when he watched out for you. âMaybe he isnât a man driven by emotions, but I think he does care about your emotions.â
âMaybe,â he smiled softly as he kissed your hand, making you gasp when he gently nipped one of your knuckles. âThereâs something else you want to say. I can feel it.â
You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. âIf I move in with you, I need my own space.â
He looked surprised. Not entirely, but there was still a flicker there. âSo, youâve accepted that youâre moving in with me. Iâm glad to hear that.â
âI said âifâ, Bucky.â You had to emphasize that. âIâm not saying itâs going to happen, but you do need to give me some leeway if it does.â
His tone was calm, dare you say serene, when he asked, âAnd what exactly would your own space entail?â
âAn area for me. Not for you, Ray, or anyone else. Just me,â you said. Nothing in your life felt sacred anymore. You needed your own sort of safe haven and a place to relax, even if it was in the prison he helped create. âThatâs important to me and I wonât budge on that.â
âOkay. A space just for you if thatâs what you want. I won't let anyone go in there,â he promised.
Your gaze was skeptical. Why was he being so agreeable? Well, agreeable to a point. âThat would be really nice,â you said, your eyes shifting from suspicion to gratitude.
âBut as far as sleeping arrangements, I want you in bed with me,â he said, his voice raspier as his gaze went to your legs. âItâs a shame you have to cover yourself up for work, but Iâm looking forward to helping you out of your clothes. I wonder if the smell of those petals seeps through the fabric. I canât wait to find out.â
âBucky,â you whispered, his gaze telling you to part your thighs. You didnât, even when he sighed.
âSorry. I shouldnât get us worked up and make you late for work,â he said, sounding anything but sorry before he reached for something beside him. At least he didn't push it further. âBefore I forget.â
âWhatâs this?â You asked as he handed you a book.
âThe one from the shop yesterday. You left it here last night.â
âOh.â You were so eager to get out of the car that you had left it behind. There was also a small stack of books on the other seat you hadnât noticed before. âAnd what are those?â
âI went back to the shop and got more from that same author,â he smiled, brushing his knuckles over your cheek. âYou seemed to like the book you were reading and I donât recall seeing any of those books at your place.â
The gesture took you by surprise. âHow? The shop opens later and was closed by the time you brought me back last night.â
âThey were kind enough to open a little earlier than usual for me,â he said.
You ran your hand over the spine and smiled before you could stop yourself. It was the kind of gift you wished for, books to line your shelf. âYou didn't have to do that,â you said when you caught him staring. âBut thank you.â
âYou have such a beautiful smile,â he whispered, brushing his hand over your cheek again before he took out his phone. âAnd you just inspired me.â
âHow did I do that?â You questioned, watching him quickly type a message. âAnd should I be scared?â
âI canât spoil the surprise,â he winked, typing a bit more. âBut I do have a plan and I think youâre going to like it.â
âWeâll see about that,â you said, your mind drifting to work. âIâm curious. You mentioned that the last flower your dad gave to your mom was a black dahlia. Was that her favorite flower?â
He paused before he put his phone away. âNo. She loved alstroemerias.â
âThe Peruvian Lily. Those are beautiful,â you smiled. His smile didnât reach his eyes. âThatâs one of the flowers I like to donate to the hospital because they have no fragrance, but still brighten up the room.â
âI know.â He swallowed, a shine in his eyes before he blinked a few times. âYellow ones.â
Your eyes snapped to his face. âI donate a lot of flowers. Itâs oddly specific that you know I donate yellow alstroemerias.â
âI told you I did my research on you,â he whispered.
âSo, what? You got⊠hospital footage or something of me?â You felt your blood boil. How many boundaries did he cross, rules did he break? âI saw the look you gave Thor. You didn't want him to mention that, did you?â
His gloved hand curled a bit. âHe was complimenting you, but I wasn't ready for that conversation. At least, not last night.â
âWhy not?â You asked. Why did it matter?
âBecause you already think Iâm crazy,â he said. You didnât deny that. âAnd what I tell you, you may either agree with me that fate brought you into my club and life or that I really am crazy.â
âI donât know what that means,â you said. The grave look in his blue eyes gave you pause. The fond gazes and even the heated, intense ones, you were almost used to them. Sadness? That was something else.
âYouâll find out soon enough.â He nodded toward the window. âYou should head into work.â
You didnât realize the car stopped. Work would be a good distraction anyway. âIâll get the books later.â
âAnd Iâll walk you to the door,â he offered.
Helping you out of the car like he did every other time, he guided you toward the flower shop with a possessive touch. âYou know, you havenât asked where Iâm going on Saturday.â
âIâm sure Iâll get it out of you, especially if one of my men needs to be nearby. Maybe I can buy you a new outfit to wear,â he said, tracing a finger along your neck. âOr maybe a collar to show off while you tell your friends all about me.â
âA collar.â Your body went rigid, remembering what you muttered in your bedroom. âWhy would youâŠâ
âMaybe Iâll see you at lunch? Iâd love to look around the shop.â He pressed a kiss to your forehead. âHave a good day and be good,â he added, opening the door and giving you a pat on your ass before you went inside.
You looked over your shoulder as he went back to the car. The first thing you were going to do when you got home was tear your place apart from hidden microphones or cameras. You shouldâve done that the second he broke into your place. You live and you learn.
âAnd who is that handsome young man?â Mrs. Crandle asked from behind the counter.
You smiled as you turned toward your boss and the owner of the shop, one of the kindest people you had ever met. It was a good sign that she didnât recognize Bucky. âSomeone who thinks heâs my boyfriend,â you teased a little. You couldnât burden her with the whole truth.
She raised an eyebrow. âOh?â She knew you hadnât dated in ages. âAnd what do you think?â
âI think heâs very determined to win me over,â you said, going to put your bag away.
âLet him!â She called after you.
âMaybe!â You called back.
As you went about your tasks, you pondered on what Bucky had to tell you and the anniversary Marc mentioned. It had to do with Buckyâs mom, it had to, but what did that have to do with you? Not every customer became registered in the system, but your team did a great job of keeping order history for deliveries, parties, and more. Nothing came up when you searched âBarnesâ.
You tapped your finger against the keyboard before you straightened up. Hospital donations likely wouldnât have a name saved since you werenât usually given the patient names. You did, however, keep track of the dates. If you knew the range to checkâŠ
âExcuse me?â A deep timbre pulled your attention away.
You glanced up to find one of your regular customers towering over the counter. Blue eyes crinkled behind his glasses when he smiled, his dark curls adding to his boyish charm. For such a large and imposing man, he kept his shoulders hunched and voice gentle. Like he was trying to make himself look friendlier. âClark, hi. Sorry about that,â you said, closing out your search screen. Mrs. Crandle was back in her office and you wouldnât make her help him. âHow are you today? A dozen red roses, right?â
Clark usually showed up once a month to get a dozen roses for his girlfriend. No more, no less. But the mention of his usual order made his smile disappear. âActually, I donât think Iâll be needing those today.â He took off his glasses to clean them when you set out the bouquet, though there wasnât a spec of dirt on the lenses. âI, um⊠Well, Iâm not in a relationship anymore. We broke up a couple of weeks ago.â
âOh. Iâm so sorry.â You felt terrible, especially since you werenât sure what to say. It wasnât your business regarding why things ended, but he always seemed so happy when he purchased the roses. âAre you okay?â
He put his glasses back on, his eyes holding a weight of sadness. âIâm sorry, too. And Iâm not sure if Iâm okay. Everything seemed fine and then it fell apart.â He sighed, looking around the shop. âIâm not even sure why I came here today.â
You felt for him. You really did. âWell, it couldâve been part of your monthly routine and you went on autopilot? Or you wanted to go somewhere familiar?â You suggested, looking around, too. âOr maybe you thought the bright atmosphere would help?â
He nodded after a moment. âIt could be any of those things.â Scratching the back of his neck, he sadly chuckled. âItâs just an empty feeling being alone again, you know?â
âI do know. Emptiness can weigh a lot and itâs very lonely to walk alone. But that walk, no matter how long or short, makes us stronger. It gives us a chance to grow until we find someone to walk with us again. And when that happens, things will look much brighter.â You said, your heart heavy as you selected a couple of roses from the bouquet. âIâm sorry. You didnât ask for my input and thatâs probably the last thing you want to hear.â
âNo, thatâs⊠Thank you. Youâve always been really kind. Insightful.â He glanced down as you put the roses in his hand, his large hand closing around the stems. âWhat are these for?â
âIâm happy to help,â you smiled. âTheyâre for you. No charge.â
He gazed at you before he placed them back in your hand. âYou take them.â
You werenât sure why the gesture made you feel uncomfortable, but it did. Maybe it was because he was fresh out of a relationship. âOh, no. I couldnât. Iâm surrounded by flowers,â you said, gesturing with your free hand. âYou keep them. Or you could always give them a neighbor or someone who needs cheering up.â
âYou sure you donât want them?â He asked when you passed them back again. You pulled your hand away quickly, refusing to let it linger. âYou really have been so kind to me whenever Iâve stopped in.â
âWell, youâre a great customer.â You also didnât want to have to explain to Bucky that a customer tried to give you flowers. âTake them. I insist.â
Flashing you a warm smile, he relented. âThanks,â he said, hesitating when he went to turn away. âMaybe Iâll see you around sometime?â
âIâm sure youâll see me at the shop,â you said carefully. Unease filled you, which didnât make sense. Clark was a regular customer who wanted nothing to do with you. But if he did have some sort of intention, you werenât about to lead him on. âI hope things look up.â
Clark hesitated again before he pushed his glasses up and headed out of the shop without another word. You swallowed, staring at the remaining roses as if they would tell you what to do next. For now, youâd have to brace yourself for Bucky stopping by for lunch. And maybe youâd ask him if there were any devices hidden around your place and save you the trouble of tearing the rooms apart.
Though you had a feeling you werenât going to like the answer.
Awful nice of Ray to suggest some leeway, wasn't it? Is Clark going to be a problem? What's Bucky going to think? Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
Masterlist â Bucky Barnes Masterlist â Ko-Fi
#navybrat writes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x female!reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x fem!reader#bucky barnes x f!reader#bucky barnes#club owner!bucky barnes#club owner!bucky barnes x reader#soft!dark bucky barnes#dark!bucky barnes#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes au#james buchanan barnes#sebastian stan#bucky fic#sebastian stan x reader#james bucky buchanan barnes#bucky x reader#bucky x you#bucky x female reader#the winter soldier#x reader#turn it up au#hold you tight#bucky fanfic
601 notes
·
View notes
Text
slow motion
pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader
word count: 1.3k
warnings: smut (wrap it before you tap it), cussing, fluff, i think thatâs it
authors note: itâs been a min so i need to get something out to you guys!! hope itâs not bad and ignore any typos! ALSO SO PROUD OF OSCAR!!! HE DESERVED THATS WIN!! LOVE HIM SM!! any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!!
wanna be tagged in my works?! CLICK HERE!
f1 masterlist 1k celebration
âWhat the fuck, why would they do that?!â
The frustration coursed through you as McLarenâs decision to box Lando first flashed across the screen. Oscar was leading the race, on the brink of his first victory, and yet they chose to pit Lando first. It didnât make any sense. Every nerve in your body was on edge as you watched the race unfold. The radio messages about switching positions were maddening. It felt like McLaren was orchestrating the race rather than letting it happen naturally.
Finally, when the order came for Lando to let Oscar through, you felt a mixture of relief and lingering irritation. This was Oscarâs moment, his hard-fought victory, but the teamâs strategy had cast a shadow over it, making it seem as if it was a gift rather than something he had earned.
When it was time for the podium celebration, your heart swelled with pride. Watching Oscar spray the champagne, his face illuminated with joy, was everything you had dreamed of. The crowdâs cheers echoed in your ears, and you could hardly contain your excitement. He had done it. He had won his first F1 race, and you were bursting with happiness for him.
After the celebrations, you and Oscar are on the way to the hotel. "McLaren needs to get their stuff together," you told him, shaking your head. "They almost ruined it with their strategy. But you, babe, you were amazing out there. You earned that victory."
Oscar smiled, a tired but satisfied look on his face. "Thank you. I can't wait to go home and sleep."
You shook your head playfully. "Oh no, we have dinner tonight. We're celebrating, sorry not sorry."
He groaned, half-jokingly. "Can't we just stay in?"
"Absolutely not," you insisted, laughing. "We're going to have a nice dinner, drink, dance, and celebrate your victory properly."
The dinner party was a nice turnout. Friends and fellow racers gathered around, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement and congratulations. You and Oscar mingled, shared drinks, and danced, reveling in the celebratory mood. Laughter and cheers filled the air, making the night unforgettable.
On the way to the hotel in the car, you couldnât keep your hands off Oscar. The excitment from the victory was still coursing through both of you, and your desire for him was at an all-time high. You leaned in, kissing his neck softly at first, then more urgently, as your hands roamed over his chest. He tilted his head back, giving you better access as you whispered dirty words into his ear, your breath hot against his skin.
"You're so amazing, Oscar," you murmured, your voice low and seductive. "I can't wait to get you back to the hotel."
He groaned softly, his eyes darkening with desire. "You're driving me crazy, Y/N."
"Sit on the bed," you instructed him, a mischievous glint in your eye.
As soon as you reached the hotel room, you pushed him inside, locking the door behind you. "Sit on the bed," you instructed, your voice commanding yet playful.
Oscar obeyed, his gaze never leaving yours. You slowly began to undress, swaying your hips seductively as you removed each piece of clothing. His eyes followed every movement, his breath hitching as you revealed more of your skin.
Clad only in your lingerie, you straddled his lap, feeling his arousal pressing against you. You ground your hips against him, eliciting a deep moan from his lips. Your hands roamed over his chest, teasing and caressing as you kissed him deeply, your tongue exploring his mouth.
He reached out to touch you, but you pushed his hands away playfully. "Not yet," you teased, moving his hands to his sides as you continued to dance for him. You could feel his arousal growing beneath you, adding to the heat between you.
Finally, you couldn't take it any longer. You pushed him onto the bed and climbed over him, your hands deftly unzipping his pants. You kissed his neck, nibbling on his skin as your hands roamed his body, teasing and tantalizing.
You pushed him back onto the bed, crawling over him with a mischievous glint in your eye. Your fingers deftly unzipped his pants, freeing his erection. You kissed down his chest, trailing your lips lower and lower until you reached his hard length. You took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deeper, your hand stroking what your mouth couldn't reach.
Oscar's hands tangled in your hair, guiding your movements as he groaned with pleasure. "Fuck baby, that feels so good," he breathed, his voice husky with desire.
You slowly sucked his cock, taking your time to pleasure him until he was teetering on the edge. Then, you pulled back kissing his tip, climbing back up to straddle his hips. You guided him inside you, both of you gasping at the sensation. You moved slowly at first, savoring the feeling of him filling you completely. Then, you began to ride him harder, your movements becoming more urgent as the pleasure built between you.
Oscar's hands gripped your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your skin as he helped guide your movements. You rode him slowly at first, savoring the feeling of him filling you completely. The room was filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, your moans mingling with the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
You leaned down to kiss him, your lips meeting his in a passionate embrace. Your tongues danced together, the kiss deepening as your bodies moved in perfect harmony. You felt his muscles tense beneath you, his breath hot against your mouth as he groaned with pleasure.
"God, you feel so good," he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with desire. His hands roamed up your back, pulling you closer as you continued to move together.
You began to ride him harder, your hips moving with increasing urgency. The friction between your bodies was intoxicating, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. Oscar's hands moved to your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, Oscar suddenly flipped you onto your back, taking control. He thrust into you with a new intensity, his movements faster and harder than before. The change in angle sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making you cry out his name.
He leaned down, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss as he drove into you. "You're mine," he growled against your mouth, his voice raw with passion. "Every inch of you."
"Yes, Osc," you gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "I'm yours. Always."
His pace quickened, his hips slamming into yours with a relentless rhythm. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin. His name fell from your lips in a litany of pleasure as he brought you closer and closer to the brink.
"Come for me, Y/N," he commanded, his voice a low, sexy growl in your ear.
His words sent you over the edge. Your body tensed, a powerful orgasm ripping through you. You cried out, your nails digging into his back as you clung to him. Oscar followed soon after, his own release hitting him hard. He buried his face in your neck, groaning your name as he filled you with his warmth.
You lay there together, your bodies entwined, both of you breathing heavily as you came down from the high. Oscar gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes filled with love and satisfaction.
"I love you," he whispered, his voice tender.
"I love you too, baby," you replied, pulling him into a soft, lingering kiss.
⿠.° ⹠everything taglist ⹠°. ⿠: @ham1lton @ietss @animeandf1lover @nelly187 @heartsfromtaeyong @bloodyymaryyy @nor-4 @zacian117 @mel164 @uhhvictoria @hadidsworld @zabwlky1999 @sya-skies @lillysbigwilly @avengers-assemble123456 @santanasaintmendes @km-23mr @hookhausenschips @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @Ronpho @minekarina @formula1-motogpfa @slagclarens
⿠.° ⹠oscar taglist ⹠°. ⿠: @tellybearryyyy @exotic-iris13 @magixpracticality @eoduuung @eternoangel l @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3 @flowerpetalk @oledoledoffen
© 23victoria 2023-24 I all rights reserved. do not republish, steal repost, modify, translate or claim my work as your own
#êšàż victoriaâs writings!! àżêš#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri x fem!reader#op81#op81 x reader#op81 imagine#op81 fic#op81 fluff#op81 x you#op81 x y/n#op81 smut#formual one#formula 1 smau#formula 1#formula one#hungary gp 2024#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 one shot#f1 x you#lando norris#mclaren#f1 mclaren
742 notes
·
View notes
Text
three for one - izuku x reader
cw: children mention. pregnancy mention. husband izuku, married female reader. reader wears a dress. a/n: a repost!
âIâll be home in an hour. I canât wait to see you.â
You smile ear to ear as you hang up, still savoring the sound of his voice, but in the immediate silence thereafter, the trepidation youâve been feeling for the past month and a half resurfaces.
You let out a sigh as you set your cell phone onto the dinner table and return to the stove, turning pork cutlets that sizzle in oil and stirring a pot of soup. Rice steams in the cooker on the countertop, and the smell of Izukuâs favorite foods fill your home.
It smells heavenly, but youâre exhausted, and while the thought of the joy in his expression spurs you forth, you consider for a moment if you should have just aimed for takeout and an evening cuddling on the couch. The fact remains however that you havenât seen your husband in two months and if you plan to give him life-changing news, you should probably do it over a home-cooked meal, even if he wouldnât care either way.Â
After all, youâve been hiding the truth from him for months now, and you canât possibly any longer.
Your belly turns a little, and you worry that you might throw up again before you see him. The table is set by now, and you clean up as much as you can of the kitchen, hoping that the sound of running water calms your nerves.
Before long, Izuku makes it home, right on time, and heâs a whirlwind of motion and joy - his bags go flying out of his hands, as he whisks you into his arm, nearly smothering you with an embrace.
âGod, I missed you.â
He spins you as you reply the same, and you canât help but laugh and squeeze silly tears from your eyes as you wrap your arms tighter around his neck. Your Izuku is back, safe, and you couldnât be any more grateful.Â
âIâm so happy youâre okay,â you say in a voice thatâs thick with affection. Your lips meet quickly and donât separate, engrossed in a dizzying kiss. Your hands run through his messy waves and once your lungs all scream for air, he buries his head into your neck, making a show of inhaling your scent.
âI missed you so much,â he repeats, kissing your cheek. âSo much.â
More kisses pepper your skin, and you blink back a few tears, and nod somewhat embarrassed. Youâve learned to be comfortable with his love language heavily reliant on touch. When he finally pulls back to look at you again, his smile is wide and innocent as usual, familiar and comforting.
Your Izuku, back for you. No scars, no injuries, you are thankful.Â
Once heâs finally set you down completely, he begins to tell you excitedly about his adventure, but you donât miss the gentle yet protective hold on your arms, and the careful once-over, where his eyes quickly scan your body for bruises and other injuries. Itâs a habit heâs picked up over time thatâs made it nearly impossible to hide your clumsiness from him (something that further reinforces the behavior). It makes you particularly nervous today however, given the circumstances.
Today you wear a baggy dress with an undershirt that covers your arms, the changes your body has undergone in his absence much less evident, but he can still see the anxiety that underlies the excitement in your eyes.
If he does notice, he doesnât say anything immediately, opting again to kiss you on the forehead, and pet your hair gently.
âWere you good while I was gone?â
The warmth in your cheeks returns, and you nod but give him a playful punch on his shoulder anyway for the paternalistic remark. He grins, then changes the subject although he too is a bit nervous, your slightly muted behavior getting to him. His eyes glide over to the rest of your apartment finally, and then to the dinner table, lighting up immediately.
âOh my God, that looks amazing.â
He moves over to the dinner table to peruse the wars; you follow him quickly, tension dissipating slightly with the discussion of food.Â
âIt better taste amazing too,â you joke, bumping himn on the hip. He takes the liberty to go one step forward and pat you on the ass before running off to the guest bathroom to wash his hands.
âScrub beneath your fingernails!â you call after him, teasingly. You take the opportunity to wash your own hands in the kitchen sink again and consider what to do next.
How do you say this? Should you wait and let him relax first?Â
Surely itâs better if you say something before he puts two and two together? After all, the moment your clothes come off, heâll notice.
Or perhaps he wonât. Perhaps heâll just assume youâve gained a few pounds and say nothing, kissing your belly softly as heâs prone to do. Perhaps itâll be lovemaking as usual, and his usual sensitivity to your body and needs wonât be enough to notice.
But what if he does?
You were pregnant before he even left.
The days leading up to his trip had been hectic to say the least. Between the two of you preparing his departure, and the unnecessary safety precautions Izuku put in place for you for his absence, and your own work with the new Hero commission ramping up in urgency, you had barely registered that youâd missed one period and then another until you found yourself with a very positive pregnancy test.
What if it wasnât the right time? Your marriage was still fresh, youâd just settled into the groove of being young professionals who lived together full time, and Izuku was so damn busy all the time-
âCome eat, love,â he calls from the other room. Your hand goes reflexively to your lower belly.Â
You have to tell him now or youâll agonize over it. Now is the time.
â
âIs it good?â you ask , smiling as you watch him eat with gusto. Itâs a silly question because heâs nearly cleared his already overloaded plate.
âIncredible,â he says between ravenous bites. They say watching someone you love eat fills you up, and itâs true. Your cup is full of love.
âYouâd say that even if it were awful,â you point out.
âYes,â he admits, âbut I havenât had to,â he teases. You narrow your eyes at him playfully and he does an air kiss, cheesy enough to make you blow air out of your nose. You pick at your own dinner, but manage only to get a few bites in, which he notices.
It grows quiet for a moment as you think, and you wonder again if now is really the time, but he beats you to breaking the ice.
âBabe, is everything all right?â
Your heart starts to pound. You glance up from your plate towards him and he watches you curiously and patiently, a fleck of rice still stuck to his bottom lip. You consider deflecting, telling him something else that is not really a lie, because his gentle gaze and furrowed eyebrows betraying concern distress you.Â
You donât want to add more to his plate, figuratively.
And yetâŠ
You swallow hard.
âEverythingâs fine,â you start, and he nods, âbut I have something to tell you.â
Izuku looks slightly surprised by the necessary warning shot. You donât usually extend him that courtesy, so itâs clear that whatever youâll say next is serious.
You breathe out slowly through your nose. Izuku watches you again carefully as you steel yourself.
âSo you know how we havenât been trying, but weâve been a little less careful recently?â
Izukuâs eyes widen, and in the split second where the realization sets in, you can see his cheeks flush deeply and his mouth drop open in an âoâ.
He immediately jumps to his feet.
âYouâre pregnant?â he exclaims.
You nod slowly, and he seems to genuinely bloom with excitement.
âYou⊠fuck, I-I canât believe this! This is so exciting⊠babe!â
His hands rest on your shoulders then glide to your cheeks where he squishes them before kissing you again, barely able to contain himself.
Then immediately he starts to pace, the muttering beginning as he figures out whatâs going to happen next.
âWhy didnât you tell me immediately? I canât believe weâre gonna have a little girl or a boy-â
This is the hard part.
You slowly and deliberately raise three fingers and he freezes. A second then two passes, and you blink and then he blinks and the two of you watch each other in silence.
He mirrors the action, raising three fingers to meet yours.
âDo you mean⊠threeâŠâ
âYes.â
The blood seems to drain out of his face.
âOh. I need to sit down.â
He means it. As he settles back down into his seat, he genuinely looks dizzy and you make some sort of distressed sound between laughing and crying while heâs rubbing his temples, trying to make sense of the loop youâve thrown him for.
âSo⊠weâre having triplets.â
He looks up from the fixed point he was staring at on the table then at you, and you nod slowly. The both of you take a good look at each other again, and you sigh.
âI know this is so much all at once,â you start, âIâm sorry I-â
âWhy are you apologizing for getting pregnant?â he interrupts with a chuckle. You give him a surprised look, then consider it. Itâs true. Why are you apologizing for pregnancy?
He reaches over to grab your hand and squeezes it.
âWeâll be fine,â he says, pulling you towards him. You move over to him and he makes space for you to sit in his lap. Your head rests against his chest, and his heart, despite all the news youâve just dumped on to him, now beats steadily despite yours that races.
Izuku thinks again, pulling your hand to his lips and kisses it softly. You can see the gears turn as you watch his profile, planning, strategizing. In this moment, you realized you were being silly.Â
âWeâll be fine,â he repeats. âWe can handle anything.â
He turns to you, green eyes twinkling. âRight?â
You smile, genuinely, and it feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.
âRight.â
Bonus:
âYou would fucking have triplets after I have my second, wouldnât you, asshole?!â
âKacchan, this has nothing to do with you!â
âLike hell it doesnât! How dare you compete with me?â
You and Bakugouâs wife give each other a look and both sip your tea in unison, in amusement.
#izuku x reader#izuku midoriya x reader#daydreams: bnha#mimi's notes#cw pregnancy#cw babies#cw children
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
đđđđđąđđŹ, đđđđđąđđŹ, đđđđđąđđŹ âĄ
afab/mom!reader x Price, König, Ghost, Gaz, & Soap
tags/warnings: Some angst but mostly fluff, (like, so much fluff!) Pregnancy, mention of birth. Makes more sense if you read part one first, but can easily be read as a stand alone.
word count: 6.3k
Part two of Confessing They Want A Baby
Price âĄ
As you stand at the airport gate, holding your little boy in your arms, anticipation and nervousness consume you. This is a day you have looked forward to for a long timeâthe moment John returns home from deployment. Itâs been a long and challenging journey for both of you, especially since John had to leave shortly after you gave birth to your son.
The airport is bustling with people, each lost in their own world of arrivals and departures. You scan the crowd, searching for any sign of Johnâs familiar face. Your heart skips a beat each time you see a man in uniform, but itâs never him. Doubt begins to creep in, but you quickly push it aside, reminding yourself that heâll be here soon.
Your little boy squirms in your arms, sensing your restlessness. You adjust his blanket, feeling the warmth of his tiny body against yours. His innocent eyes meet yours, and you smile, finding solace in his presence. He is a constant reminder of the love and strength that binds your little family together.
Just as youâre about to give in to panic, you spot a group of uniformed soldiers making their way towards the gate. Your heart leaps with joy, recognising the SAS emblem on their sleeves. Among them, you catch a glimpse of Johnâs familiar face, his eyes scanning the crowd.Â
âJohn!â you call out, your voice filled with relief and excitement.
He turns towards you, a wide smile breaking across his face. âDarling!â he exclaims, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and joy.
As he finally reaches you, you see the weariness in his eyes. âI missed you so much,â you say, tears welling up in your eyes as your husbandâs strong arms embrace you and your little boy.
âI missed you and our little guy too,â he replies, his voice filled with emotion.Â
You hold each other tightly, cherishing this long-awaited reunion. At this moment, time stands still as the chaos of the airport fades away. Itâs just the three of you, together again, united by love and an unbreakable bond.
âI canât believe youâre finally home,â you whisper, your voice trembling.
John pulls you even closer, his arms wrapped tightly around you and your son. âI canât believe it either,â he murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of relief and disbelief. âBut I promised you, didnât I? I promised I would come back.â
You nod against his chest, the tears flowing freely now. It has been a challenging six months for both of you - the sleepless nights, the endless worry, and the long distance that separated your family. But through it all, you held on to hope, to the love that strengthened your bond. You hands your little boy over to his father, letting him hold him for the first time since he was a newbornÂ
As John cradles your son in his strong arms, you watch their interaction with a mixture of awe and tenderness. Itâs a sight youâve longed to witness, the connection between father and son. You can see the love and adoration in Johnâs eyes as he gazes down at your baby boy, his fingers gently tracing the contours of his tiny face.
The fatigue from his journey is evident, but it doesnât dampen his spirits. Johnâs smile remains unwavering as he looks up at you, his voice filled with gratitude. âThank you for taking care of our little man while I was away,â he says, his voice filled with emotion. âYouâve done an amazing job, love.â
Tears stream down your face as you watch the two most important people in your life bond in this precious moment. You canât help but feel a sense of overwhelming joy and relief. The weight of the past months slowly lifts from your shoulders, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and happiness.
âHe is so wonderful, John,â you say, your voice filled with awe. âHeâs grown so much since you last saw him.â
Johnâs eyes well up with tears as he continues to hold your son. âHe has, I canât believe how much Iâve missed,â he admits, his voice choked with emotion. âBut I promise, Iâll make up for lost time.â
You smile, feeling the warmth of his words. âWe are just happy to have you back again,â you assure him.Â
John looks at you, his eyes filled with determination. âIâm not going away again, love, Iâm retiring from fieldwork, I should have done that a long time ago, should have done that when we married,â he says, his voice filled with determination and relief. âI want to be here with you and our boy, to build a life together that weâve always dreamed of.âÂ
Tears of joy fill your eyes as you embrace this news. The thought of having John by your side, no longer having to endure the hardships and uncertainties of deployment, fills your heart with an indescribable sense of happiness and peace.
âI couldnât be happier to hear that,â you say, your voice filled with emotion. âGod, John, Iâve missed you so much.â
John smiles, as he transfers your son back into your arms, a soft and tender smile that shows how much he longed for this moment as well. His strong, protective arms sneaking around you and your boy, holding you both close. âIâve missed you both more than words can express,â he whispers, his voice filled with love.
As you leave the airport, the weight of the past months begins to lift. With your baby boy in your arms and John by your side, you walk towards a new chapter, grateful for the strength and resilience that has brought you here.
König âĄ
You let out a tired groan as you stare into the fridge. Itâs 2:43 at night and you canât sleep. Youâre feeling hot and uncomfortable, and now youâre also hungry.Â
Youâre so done with being pregnant, having to waddle around like a penguin, your feet and back always hurting, your ankles constantly swollen, and not being able to see your own feet anymore. The weight gain feels like a burden you canât escape, and you yearn for the days when you could move freely and comfortably and you still have two months left of this, despite looking like you could pop any minute.Â
Youâre pretty sure youâre already the same size as your colleague was at full term, but you also have two in there, and it doesnât really help either that the father of your babies is a bloody mountain of a man.Â
Youâre always tired, and if youâre not tired then youâre hungry. König is taking good care of you though, making sure you have everything you need and indulging your cravings whenever possible. Heâs been incredibly supportive throughout the pregnancy, always reminding you how beautiful you are and assuring you that he loves every inch of you, baby bump included.Â
But none of that is really able to comfort you at this moment. You are so looking forward to finally meeting your little ones, and having all this pregnancy stuff be over with, but having to go through this for two more months seems like an eternity. You are so tired and you hate that you donât feel like yourself. Your hormones are all over the place and you find yourself constantly on edge. The smallest things can set off a wave of emotions, leaving you in tears one moment and irritated the next. Itâs frustrating, knowing that you canât control these sudden shifts in mood, and you canât help but feel like a stranger in your own body.Â
There is nothing in the fridge that seems appetising to you, despite it being well stocked, and you feel how tears are beginning to well up in your eyes. The overwhelming mix of exhaustion, discomfort, and hunger is getting the best of you. Youâre just about to let out a measly sob but instead you let out a surprised shriek as a pair of big, strong arms sneak around your body. The shriek turns into a relieved sigh as Königs big palms settle at the underside of your belly, gently lifting up your heavy bump. You instantly feel the relief in your sore back.  Â
Königâs deep voice whispers soothingly in your ear. âI woke up and you werenât in bed. Are you okay?âÂ
You lean back into Königâs embrace, grateful for his strong presence, both physically and emotionally. âI just couldnât sleep,â you mutter, trying to mask the maelstrom of feelings youâre having, but failing, your voice shaking with emotion.Â
âYou could have woken me,â he says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You can feel his warmth behind you, his calming presence bringing a sense of comfort to your tired body.
âI didnât want to disturb you,â you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. âYou need rest too.â
Königâs hands continue to support your belly, his touch gentle yet firm. âSchatz, you are carrying our children,â he reminds you, his voice full of love and adoration. âYour well-being is my top priority.â
Tears blur your vision as his words wash over you, and you find yourself choked up with gratitude for this man who has been your rock throughout this pregnancy. Heâs gone above and beyond to make sure you feel loved and cared for, even when the weight of it all feels overwhelming.
With a small sigh, you turn your body around to face him, resting your head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat against your cheek. He holds you tighter, but still being careful of your bump as he leans down to place a tender kiss on your forehead.
âIâm just so tired,â you admit, your voice trembling with exhaustion. âI feel so exhausted and uncomfortable all the time. I miss feeling like myself, and Iâm tired of being so emotional. I just want this pregnancy to be over.â
König rubs circles on your back, his touch providing a soothing rhythm. âI understand,â he murmurs, his words filled with empathy. âBut remember, meine Liebe, youâre growing two beautiful lives within you. Your strength is immeasurable. And when they are finally here, all of this will be worth it.âÂ
âYeah, it will,â you agree. Despite all the tears, sleepless nights and sore muscles, it really is going to be worth it in the end. You take a deep breath, trying to gather yourself. âI just... I donât feel like myself anymore,â you whisper, your voice breaking slightly. âEverything feels so different. I know itâs for a good cause, but stillâŠâ
Königâs arms tighten around you, providing a sense of security. âI know itâs been tough for you,â he says softly, his voice filled with understanding. âBut please remember that you can always talk to me.â
He wipes away a stray tear from your cheek and leans down to place another gentle kiss on your forehead. âI may not fully understand what youâre going through, but I will always be here to listen and support you,â he assures, his voice filled with love and reassurance. Â
You are just about to answer him when youâre cut off by the beeps of the open fridge behind you. König releases his hold on you to push the fridge door close but his arms find you again as soon as the door shuts.Â
âWe donât have any food, by the way,â you murmur into the soft cotton of his t-shirt.Â
König chuckles softly, his deep voice rumbling against your cheek. âI donât know if thatâs really true, Schatz.âÂ
âWell, we donât have the right food,â you retort, letting out a small sigh. Königâs arms tighten around you, bringing you closer to him.Â
âWould ice cream be the right kind of food right now?â
âIt would, but we donât have any,â you sigh, nuzzling yourself into his broad chest.Â
âYes, we do,â he hums. âI bought some more yesterday.âÂ
Your eyes widen in surprise as you look up at him, a mixture of disbelief and delight washing over you. âReally?â you ask, a glimmer of hope in your voice.Â
âYeah,â he chuckles, clearly amused by your reaction. âI knew youâd crave it sooner or later, so I stocked up.â You canât help but smile at his thoughtfulness as König releases you from his embrace and walks over to the freezer, rummaging around before emerging with a tub of your favourite ice cream flavour.
He returns to you, a triumphant smile on his face, and hands you the tub of ice cream along with a spoon. You canât help but let out a small laugh, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over you.Â
âThank you, König,â you say sincerely, taking the tub of ice cream from him. âYou always know how to make things better.â
He smiles warmly, his eyes filled with love and adoration. âItâs the least I can do, my love,â he replies, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your temple. âSeeing you happy and comforted is all I want.â
You waddle into the living room and settle back into the sofa, snuggled close into Königâs side, and as you take your first bite of ice cream, snuggled up against the giant man beside you, you can feel the stress and exhaustion slowly melting away, as you rest your head on his broad shoulder..Â
As you continue to eat, König wraps his arms around you, his presence providing a comforting stability. The two of you chat softly, sharing light-hearted moments and making plans for the future. It feels like a respite from the weight of the pregnancy, and you find yourself able to let go, even just for a little while.
Youâre so grateful for this moment of solace and for the unwavering support König has shown you throughout the pregnancy. Together, you finish the tub of ice cream, savouring every last bite. As you place the empty container aside, König pulls you closer, his arms enveloping you in a warm embrace.
âThank you for being there for me,â you whisper, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.
He presses a gentle kiss to your temple, his voice filled with love and tenderness. âAlways, meine Liebe. Always.â
Ghost âĄ
As you sit in the car, your heart swells with a mix of emotions. The exhaustion from giving birth to your beautiful baby girl still lingers, but so does the overwhelming joy and love that fills every inch of your being. Next to you, Simon grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white as he slowly drives the car forward at a much slower pace than the speed limit. The weight of responsibility rests heavily on his shoulders, and you can see the mixture of excitement and nervousness in his brown eyes.
You canât help but smile as you look at him, his blond hair tousled and his strong jawline set with determination. You reach over and place your hand on his, intertwining your fingers. âWeâre really parents now,â you say softly, the reality of it sinking in.Â
Simon glances at you, his lips curling into a tender smile. âYeah, we are,â he replies, his voice filled with both awe and disbelief. âI canât believe sheâs ours.â
âI can, she looks so much like you,â you say with a soft smile on your lips, constantly stealing glances at the tiny bundle of joy in the rearview mirror, marvelling at her delicate features.
As the car moves along the familiar streets towards home, you canât help but notice how the people outside are going about their daily routine, seemingly completely oblivious to the life-altering event that has just taken place in your little world. The inside of the car being your own little cocoon of love. You canât help but reflect on the journey that brought you here. From the moment you found out you were pregnant and telling Simon, to the hours of labour and delivery, itâs been a whirlwind of emotions and anticipation. And now, youâre finally taking your little girl home, to start a new chapter of your lives together. Â
As you pull into the driveway, Simon turns off the engine and looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of love and concern. He unbuckles his seatbelt and reaches over to unbuckle yours, his touch gentle yet reassuring. âAre you okay?â he asks softly, his worry evident in his voice.
You smile gratefully at him, nodding your head. âIâm tired, but Iâm okay,â you reply honestly. âJust a little sore and adjusting to everything.â
Simon nods understandingly, his thumb gently brushing over your cheekbone. âYou were amazing,â he whispers, his voice filled with admiration. âIâm so proud of you.â
Tears well up in your eyes at his words, overwhelmed by the love and support he continues to provide. Becoming parents had not been planned, but it was the best surprise life had thrown at you. Â
Simon opens the car door and steps out, walking around the car and opening your door, extending his hand to help you out as well. As you step onto the pavement, you take a moment to soak in the warmth of the sun and the scent of blooming flowers in the air. It really feels like a perfect day to bring your little girl home.Â
Together, you make your way to the backseat. In the car seat lies your beautiful baby girl, fast asleep with tiny, peaceful breaths. You canât help but marvel at her, feeling a newfound sense of protectiveness and love wash over you.
With carefully coordinated movements, you lift your daughter into your arms, cradling her close to your chest. Simon stands beside you, his hand resting on your back as you both walk towards the front door.
Inside the house, youâre greeted by an excited bark as Riley, your furry family member, rushes to see the new addition to the pack. Simon gently scoops up your baby girl, cradling her in his arms, and introduces her to her four-legged sibling, making sure that Riley doesnât lick or touch the baby, despite seemingly being very eager to do so. You watch with a mixture of love and pride as Simon gently guides Rileyâs sniffs and licks away from your precious bundle, ensuring both the safety of your newborn and the happiness of the overjoyed German Shepherd.Â
As the introductions between Riley and your baby girl continue, you take a moment to admire the scene before you. The bond between Simon and Riley is undeniable, and seeing them both showering your daughter with love fills your heart with warmth. You can already tell that they will be inseparable companions as she grows up.
As the initial excitement settles down, and your little girl has been changed and fed, you make your way to the nursery, where everything has been prepared with utmost care and love. Soft pastel colours adorn the walls, and a cosy rocking chair sits in the corner, ready to cradle you and your little one during those late-night feedings. Simon follows you quietly, his eyes still filled with awe and disbelief.
Gently, you settle your baby girl into the crib, ensuring she is comfortable and at ease. Simon watches every movement, his expression a mix of tenderness and protectiveness. Simon wraps his arms around you from behind, his warmth and presence offering you solace and support, and together, you stand beside the crib, gazing down at your sleeping angel. âWe created something beautiful, didnât we?â he whispers into your ear, his deep voice filled with awe and wonder.
Tears of overwhelming happiness escape from your eyes as you look at the little sleeping girl. âYes, we did,â you reply, your voice barely a whisper.
Simon gently rests his chin on top of your head, his grip on you tightening slightly. âI never thought I would have this,â he confesses, his voice filled with sincerity. âI never thought I could deserve something so precious.â
You turn around in his embrace, tears streaming down your cheeks, and look into his eyes, filled with love and gratitude. âSimon, you deserve everything,â you say softly, your voice filled with emotion. Â
Simonâs eyes well up with tears as well, and he presses his forehead against yours, his thumb gently wiping away your tears. âI love you,â he whispers, his voice filled with so much love it almost takes your breath away. âAnd I will spend the rest of my life making sure you both know how loved and cherished you are.â
You lean in and capture his lips in a tender, heartfelt kiss, sealing your love and commitment to each other and to your little family. In that moment, as your lips meet and the world fades away, you know that everything will be alright. As you break the kiss, you rest your forehead against Simonâs chest, relishing in the closeness and connection you share. âI love you too,â you whisper, your voice filled with an unwavering certainty.Â
âThank you for having given me this, sweetheart,â Simon whispers, his voice choked with emotion.
You look up at Simon, a soft smile playing on your lips. âYouâre welcome,â you say sincerely. âI couldnât wish for a better man to do this with.â
Simon pulls you into a tighter embrace. He leans down and kisses the top of your head. âI wouldnât have wanted to go on this journey with anyone else,â he murmurs, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. You close your eyes, resting your head against his chest again, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. Â
As you stand there, wrapped in each otherâs arms, the room fills with a peaceful silence. The sound of your babyâs gentle breaths lulls you into a state of tranquillity, and you canât help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment and gratitude for everything that has brought you to this moment.
With a newfound sense of peace, you both turn your attention back to your daughter, who is still sleeping soundly in her crib. The room is filled with a serene calmness, and you canât help but marvel at the little miracle that is your daughter, and the love you and Simon share.
Gaz âĄ
âBabe!â your voice echoes through the flat. âBabe, quick, quick, come!âÂ
âWhat, what! Is everything okay!?â Kyle comes running into the living room, his eyes blown wide as he looks at you with a worried expression. He has always been a little overprotective when it comes to you, but it has reached a whole new level after you found out you were pregnant.Â
Now, at a little over four months, you have started to show, not by a whole lot but enough for you to finally look pregnant, which only has made Kyleâs protective instincts kick into even higher gear, he wonât even let you carry your own purse when you walk up the stairs to your flat anymore, you canât even imagine how heâll be when you enter your third trimester, but you know that he only means well, and you do find it cute how much he worries about you and the baby. He is so excited to be a dad and you love seeing him embrace this new role.Â
You canât believe that it was only a year ago he accidentally confessed that he wanted to have a family with you, and last week you found out that youâre having a little baby boy. The sonogram of your little bean now hangs on the fridge and you have caught Kyle looking at them with a mixture of awe and anticipation many times throughout the past week. It warms your heart to see the love and excitement radiating from him whenever he catches a glimpse of those sonograms.
But now, as you beckon him urgently, his worry is etched all over his face. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart before speaking. âHe kicked!â you exclaim, your voice filled with a mix of excitement and disbelief. Both your hands placed at your slightly protruding belly you look up at him with teary eyes and a smile threatening to split your face in half .Â
Kyleâs worried expression instantly turns into one of sheer amazement. He takes a step closer to you, his hand trembling as he reaches out to touch your belly.
âHe kicked?â Kyle repeats, his voice filled with awe.
You nod, your own excitement beginning to overflow. âYes, just now! It was like a little flutter, but it was definitely a kick!â you confirm, feeling another surge of emotion welling up inside you. This moment, this connection with your baby, itâs everything youâve been waiting for. âOur little guy is definitely making his presence known.â
Kyleâs eyes well up with tears as he gently rests his hand on your belly. He places a soft kiss on your forehead, his voice filled with overwhelming joy. âThatâs our boy, already letting us know heâs here. I canât believe it.â
You wrap your arms around Kyle, feeling a surge of happiness flowing through both of you. Itâs a moment youâve been eagerly awaiting, the first tangible connection with your unborn child. The months leading up to this point have been filled with anticipation and wonder, and now, with this simple kick, it feels like everything is falling into place.
As you both stand there, basking in the joy of the moment, you canât help but reflect on how far youâve come. From that accidental confession a year ago to now experiencing the first movements of your baby, it feels like such a beautiful journey of love and growth that is just about to grow even deeper.
âHeâs going to be so loved, Kyle,â you say softly, your voice filled with tenderness as you look deeply into his eyes. âAnd heâs going to have the best dad in the world.â
Kyleâs face lights up with a mix of emotions - pride, happiness, and a touch of nervousness. âI hope I can live up to that,â he admits, his voice tinged with humility. âBut I promise you, I will always strive to be the best father I can be. Our little boy will never doubt how much he is loved.â
You lean in closer, brushing your lips against his in a gentle kiss. âI have no doubt about that,â you whisper, feeling overwhelmed with love for both Kyle and the baby growing inside you.
Kyle chuckles as you break the kiss, a mixture of pride and adoration shining in his eyes. âAnd heâs going to have the most amazing mom, someone who will love and protect him every step of the way.â
With a smile, you rest your hand on top of Kyleâs, pressing it gently against your belly. âWe created this little miracle together,â you say, your voice filled with awe. âAnd now, we get to watch him grow and I canât wait to witness the beautiful person he will become.â
Kyleâs eyes never leave your face as he listens to your words. âI canât wait either, thank you so much for giving me this, Iâm so grateful for you,â he says sincerely, his voice laced with emotion.
You are just about to open your mouth to answer him, to tell him how grateful you are to have him, but you stop up your eyes widening with surprise, Kyleâs beautiful mahogany eyes mirroring yours. Your little boy just kicked again, this time even stronger than before and his tiny foot had aligned perfectly with where Kyleâs palm is resting against your tummy.  Â
You both gasp in amazement, feeling the undeniable connection between you two and your son. Itâs as if your souls have already intertwined, creating a bond that will last a lifetime. Tears stream down your face as you witness the look on Kyleâs face as he feels his baby move for the first time, overwhelmed with emotions you canât quite put into words.
A mixture of awe and disbelief radiates from Kyleâs expression as he looks down at your belly, feeling the strength of your sonâs kick against his hand. âDid he just..?â he whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of wonder and excitement.
You nod, tears of joy streaming down your face. âYeah, he did,â you reply, your voice trembling with emotion. âI think our little boy wanted to say hi to his daddy,â you sniffle.
A radiant smile spreads across Kyleâs face, his love and amazement shining in his eyes. âIs that right, buddy?â he says, his voice full of affection. âYouâre already showing us how strong and determined you are. Weâre so proud of you, little one.â
He kneels down in front of you, placing gentle kisses on your belly. He whispers sweet words to his unborn son, promising to be the best dad he can be and vowing to protect him with all his might. Itâs a beautiful sight, and it makes your love for him grow even stronger.
In this moment, you know that the love between you and Kyle will only continue to grow, nurtured by the beautiful bond you are forming with your unborn child. And as you stand there, you canât help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the incredible journey you are embarking on as parents.Â
Soap âĄ
You stand at the threshold of the living room, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you take in the heartwarming scene before you. The last sunlight of the day spills through the window, casting a gentle glow across the room, and there, on the middle of the carpet stands Johnny, tenderly cradling your precious little two-month-old daughter in his strong arms.Â
You watch as Johnny softly hums a lullaby, his voice soothing and comforting as he gently sways back and forth. Your daughter, oblivious to the world around her, nestles contently against his broad chest, her tiny fingers curling around his shirt.
Mesmerised by the enchanting sight, you lean against the doorway, your heart swelling with an indescribable joy. You drink in every detail, the way your boyfriendâs eyes sparkle with adoration as he gazes upon the tiny being in his arms, the way his fingers carefully trace the delicate features of her tiny face.
The warmth in your heart fills your entire being as you witness the immense love and adoration Johnny has for your little girl. Itâs a sight that makes you realise just how lucky you are to have him by your side. The way he handles her with such care and tenderness reassures you that your daughter is safe and thriving, and that you chose the best man in the world to be the father of your child.Â
The three of you are staying at Johnnyâs parents house for the night. There had been a big family gathering earlier in the day, but now the last guests have left. Only you, your daughter, Johnny and his parents are left in the house, but the joyful atmosphere from the gathering lingers in the air, still infused with laughter and love. It had been the first time that a lot of Johnnyâs extended family had met your daughter, and the love and excitement they had showered upon her had made your heart swell with gratitude.Â
Johnny had been so proud as he introduced his daughter to everyone, beaming with pride as he showed off her tiny fingers and button nose.Â
Johnnyâs nephews, who have seen her multiple times before, absolutely loves her, already wanting to play with her, and showering her with affection. Noah and Oliver had taken turns holding her, their joyful laughter filling the room as they interacted with the newest member of their family. Even little Alfie, at only a year and half, had been curious about her, clearly intrigued by seeing a human even smaller than himself. It was truly adorable, and you and Hannah, Johnnyâs sister in law, had laughed heartily at their interactions.    Â
As you stand there in the doorway, taking in the beautiful moment between Johnny and your daughter, you feel a warmth in your heart that is unmatched. Itâs moments like these that make you appreciate just how fortunate you are to have Johnny by your side.
Suddenly, you hear a soft rustling sound, and you turn your head to see Johnnyâs mother, Teresa, quietly walks up next to you. The smile on her face mirrors your own as she watches her son bonding with his little girl. She gently places a hand on your arm.
âIsnât it just incredible?â she whispers, her voice filled with awe and joy. âShe is so wonderful. You must be so proud, my dear.â
You meet Teresaâs eyes, feeling a lump forming in your throat. The love and admiration that shines in her gaze mirrors your own feelings. âI am,â you reply, your voice barely a whisper. âI know Iâm biassed as her mother, but she really is the most wonderful little girl in the world. And I truly couldnât have asked for a better father for her. Johnny has been so amazing.â
Teresa nods, her hand tightening ever so slightly on your arm as she looks back at Johnny, a proud and tender smile gracing her lips. âHeâs always had a big heart, but seeing him with his own child... itâs something truly special.â
You both watch in comfortable silence as Johnny continues to sway and hum, apparently unaware that he has an audience, the room fills with the enchanting melody. The love in the air is palpable, and you canât help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for this precious moment. Taking a deep breath, you turn to Teresa and speak softly, âThank you for raising such an incredible son. I really couldnât have asked for a better family to become a part of.â
Teresaâs eyes well up with tears, and she pulls you into a warm embrace. Her voice is filled with emotion as she whispers, âNo, my dear, thank you. Thank you for bringing so much happiness into Johnnyâs life, and ours. You are truly a blessing, dear.â
You hold each other for a moment, basking in the love that surrounds your little family. As you break away from the embrace, you glance back at Johnny, still lost in the world of fatherhood with your sleeping daughter in his arms.
As the late evening sets in, and you and Johnny have bid his parents goodnight, you retreat to the guest room. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm light on the room, creating a cosy atmosphere. You gently lay your daughter down in her travel crib, careful not to wake her from her peaceful slumber. Johnny, still beaming with love and adoration, watches the two of you with a tender smile.
Once your daughter is settled, and you and Johnny have changed and brushed your teeth, you climb into bed, snuggling close to each other.
As you lay there, Johnny reaches over and intertwines his fingers with yours. He leans in to press a soft kiss against your forehead. âI love you,â he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of affection and gratitude. You smile, feeling the same emotions swell within your heart.
âI love you too,â you reply, your voice filled with tenderness. âAnd I love our little girl.â
Johnny pulls you closer, his embrace comforting and reassuring. âI couldnât ask for anything more,â he says, his voice sincere. âEveryone really loves her, huh?â
You nod with a smile, the room filled with a gentle warmth. âYes, everyone adores her. They have good taste.â
Johnny chuckles softly, his laughter filling the room with a sense of joy. âWell, who can blame them? She is truly something special.â He brushes his thumb against the back of your hand, his touch sending shivers down your spine. âI never thought I would get her back from Maighread,â he chuckles, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and adoration. You laugh softly, recalling how Johnnyâs aunt had playfully refused to give your daughter back after holding her for the first time, claiming that she was too sweet not to keep.Â
âI have to say, Iâm glad she finally handed her over,â you tease, playfully nudging Johnnyâs side.Â
He grins, his eyes twinkling mischievously. âYeah, she put up quite the fight. But I prevailed in the end.â
You both share a moment of lighthearted laughter before the atmosphere turns more tender. Johnnyâs expression softens as he gazes into your eyes, his voice filled with unspoken love. âIâm so grateful for you, and for our daughter. I never knew I could feel this much happiness.â
You reach up and gently cup Johnnyâs cheek, your touch conveying all the love and gratitude that fills your heart. âI feel the same way,â you whisper, your voice filled with sincerity. âHaving you, and our little girl, has brought so much joy and meaning into my life. I couldnât imagine it any other way.â
Johnnyâs eyes shimmer with unshed tears, his voice cracking with emotion. âI promise to always be there for you both, to protect and love you with everything I have. You two are my entire world.â
Tears well up in your own eyes as you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to Johnnyâs lips. The air is filled with an electric mix of love, contentment, and a promise for a future filled with happiness. As you lay there, wrapped in each otherâs embrace, you silently savour the moment, knowing that this love, this bond, is something truly extraordinary. You drift off to sleep, grateful for the blessing of having each other and excited for all the beautiful moments that lie ahead for your little family.
Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated đ
#springtyme writes#cod x reader#141 x reader#call of duty fanfic#call of duty x reader#cod headcanons#cod hcs#call of duty headcanons#könig x reader#könig cod#könig call of duty#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#john price x reader#price x reader#soap x reader#john soap mctavish x reader#john mactavish x reader#gaz x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle garrick x reader#141 hcs#könig x you#ghost x you#john price x you#soap x you#gaz x you#cod fanfic#dad!ghost
2K notes
·
View notes