#love me some large rough soft dads

[darktecno]

Had a dream? Or barely lucid thought?

That i read a tag on ao3 that was just

"Kratos has six sons"

and waking up, im now disappointed that wasnt real.

[spideyjimin]

UNTIL I FOUND HER | kth

⤷ part of the dads universe

⏤ pairing: football/soccer player!taehyung x female reader 

⏤ genre: best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, angst, fluff, and smut 

⏤ rating: 18+

⏤ warnings: dom!taehyung, swearing, alcohol consumption, jealousy, a lot of making out, sexual tension, mention of sex, some teasing, praising, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, multiple orgasms, mention of oral sex, some crying, mention of pregnancy, mention of unprotected sex, mention of abortion, and pregnancy  

⏤ words: 17,145

⏤ summary: taehyung is your best friend, he’s been part of your life for as long as you can remember. his love life is a complete chaos. there is only one girl he has truly ever loved. that girl is you. but how would things turn out when he finds out that you love him back?  

⏤ author’s note: the fic is finally here 🤗 i loved writing this fic & writing this Tae, he’s so soft 🥹 honestly, i was super excited to post it, i truly hope you enjoy this fic 💜 let me know what you think of it & thanks for reading, angels ✨

DECEMBER 31, 2021

As every year, you celebrate the new year with your best friend, Taehyung. You’re not really fond of this celebration but you get to be with your best friend so you deeply cherish this day. This day is also a continuation of his birthday which takes place the day before. 

Since he became a professional footballer/soccer player, you barely get to see him. His life changed completely. He trains a lot on a daily basis, he has games during the weekend, he constantly travels, and most importantly, he became famous. He’s one of the best players of his generation so he gets a fair amount of attention. It’s been hard for you to find your place in this new life, but Taehyung has always made sure to keep in contact with you. Most importantly, he has been keeping you out of the public eye. 

Everything that he does instantly makes headlines, he doesn’t get much of a private life. However, he protects the people he dearly loves. Seeing him become that famous broke your heart because you’ve been loving him for a couple of years now. With his fame, you get to see him kissing girls and flirting with them. For a while, he also had a girlfriend and he was going everywhere with her. It was hard to see even though he had introduced her to you. 

There are quite a lot of people at this party. But nothing new. You don’t know most of the people, they are friends of friends of friends. In summary, they were invited by someone. Taehyung also invited known people like Jungkook, a famous singer, and Hoseok, a famous actor. They’ve met through acquaintances and since then, they’ve been invited to this new year party. You like them a lot, they are very nice people despite being famous. Hoseok is actually the one with whom you’ve got closer. He’s now like a super friend. 

You’re sitting at a table with Jungkook and you’re animatedly speaking. Honestly, you’re surprised by the life this man lives. He’s been a singer for more than 10 years but it feels like he has been living that life for 30 years. So many things have happened in his life and he has done so much. He’s also young so it’s almost impossible to believe him. 

For a brief moment, your eyes scan the room and your body freezes for a split second when your eyes meet Taehyung’s. He’s so fucking gorgeous. The type of gorgeous that takes your breath away. Well, he’s always handsome but tonight, he’s even more than usual. 

His hair is fully pushed back, except for a strand of hair falling on his face. It kind of makes him look like a bad boy. However, he’s a nice bad boy which is ironic. He’s wearing a flannel blue shirt with a large black pair of jeans. It’s simple but anything simple looks great on him. 

You both glance at each other for a moment, it feels like there’s nobody else but you. Since yesterday, things have been different between you. The way you look at each other is different, the way you act around each other has changed. Nothing is awkward. It’s simply different but it’s a different that feels good. However, it leaves you wondering why your encounter changed this time around. What caused this change? 

After what felt like an eternity, Taehyung joins you.

“How’s the night going?” He asks you. 

Your eyes glance at him. “So far, it’s going well,” you answer with a smile. 

Taehyung smiles back at you. “I’m glad we’re here together tonight,” he says. “I was actually looking forward to seeing you because it’s been a while.” 

Your best friend is sometimes sad to not be able to see as much as he’d like to. For sure, he’s content with being a footballer/soccer player but this life has drifted you apart. By some miracle, you managed to keep the friendship which he’s very happy with. However, he barely sees you in a year. He tries to always make it to your birthday and make sure you get to celebrate his birthday and new year together. 

However, he wishes he could be with you forever. 

This separation sometimes breaks his heart because he spent all his childhood and teenage years with you, and now, you barely see each other. Of course, you text and call each other daily but it isn’t the same.

As he says those words, you can feel the heat taking over your face. Hearing those words makes you feel something in your stomach, you can’t quite explain it but it definitely makes you feel good and loved. 

“Me too,” you simply reply. 

Taehyung offers you a genuine smile before taking a sip of the drink he’s holding. Probably a cocktail that he prepared. For a little while, you talk about random things that happened in your life for the past months. The two of you enjoy this moment, it warms both of your hearts to hear what has been going on. 

Taehyung can’t help but love the way you smile as you explain an event that occurred at work. The way your face lights up when you talk about work makes it obvious to him that you adore what you do for a living. He can’t help but find you absolutely stunning tonight. You’re wearing a blue pair of jeans with a floral top. It fits you perfectly. Well, he believes that everything fits you perfectly. 

After a while, you split as you start talking with other friends around you. Throughout the night, you keep drinking some cocktails prepared specifically for the party. Well, some bartenders were hired for the event so you can ask whatever you want and they’ll make it. 

You head to the little bar, joining Jungkook who’s already ordering something. 

“Hi again,” you say as you reach him. 

His head turns to the left, a smile growing on his face when he sees you. 

“Hi again,” he replies. 

Jungkook is a very good-looking man. He emanates a strong confidence which causes everyone to constantly look at him. For sure, you believe that this comes with being a singer. A singer constantly performs in front of people, gives interviews, signs autographs, takes pictures with fans, and many other things. For you, a singer needs to be comfortable in their shoes otherwise things can be hard, especially for the attention they get. It’s hard to imagine how Jungkook can handle all that. Well, you wonder the same with Tae because, at the end of the day, all of that applies to him as well. 

“Has someone ever told you how pretty you are?” he asks with evident seriousness. “I constantly wonder how Tae hasn’t already fallen for you.” 

Your cheeks instantly turn red. This is clearly and certainly unexpected. You never imagined that he considered you as pretty. Usually, famous people only find super thin and fit women as pretty, and to be honest, you’re none of both. But it actually flatters you that such a handsome man finds you pretty.

Since he caught you off guard, you don’t even know what to reply. “Tae is my best friend.” 

As soon as those words leave your lips, you actually feel ridiculous. Tae is your best friend but that doesn’t change the fact that you developed feelings for him. However, you’re convinced that he doesn’t feel the same about you. 

“Honestly, if you were my best friend, I would have already tried to seduce you,” he tells you. “Being best friends doesn’t necessarily mean that you can’t fall for each other.” 

He’s totally right, and you absolutely know it. 

“You’re not wrong,” you reply. 

A smile appears on his face. He’s stunning when he smiles. As you glance at him for a little while, you realize that you clearly understand why he has many girls at his feet. He’s very talented and attractive. No wonder that most of the girls scream like crazy when they see him. 

“And to answer your first question, not many people have said that to me,” you say. 

“Well, they clearly are blind,” he teasingly says. 

A little laugh escapes your lips. Honestly, if this fantastic singer is going to flirt with you tonight, you’ll do the same. It’s not every day that someone like Jungkook flirts with you. 

From afar, Taehyung watches the two of you discuss. It’s more than obvious that his friend, Jungkook is flirting with you. What he hates watching is you flirting back with him. From the way you laugh at his silly jokes to the way you touch him makes him want to throw up. Never in his life did he think he’d have to watch you flirt. 

But he can’t do anything. You’re not his. He’s just your best friend. More than anyone else, you deserve happiness. He can’t stop what is starting to happen between you and Jungkook. If you like each other, what can he concretely do? He takes a sip of his drink. For a moment, he simply looks at the two of you openly flirting together. He wishes that this would have not happened in front of him. It makes him jealous, and he doesn’t like that feeling. It makes him feel vulnerable. 

Right at that moment, Jungkook looks at him with a devious smile. Tae knows right there and then that he’s doing this on purpose. But why? For sure, he does that because he has an idea in his mind. Tae talks again with the guy next to him about football/soccer. It occupies his mind and it also doesn’t tempt him to glance at you. 

After a while, Jungkook takes a seat next to him. He smiles like an idiot, Tae only wants to slap him when he smiles like that. 

“You should tell her you like her,” he says with still that silly smile. 

“I don’t see what you’re talking about,” Tae replies with his cheeks turning red. 

“Yes, you know,” he instantly answers. “It’s written all over your face that you fell for her.” 

Tae takes a sip to try to cool down his body’s temperature. 

“I noticed it a while ago,” he starts saying. “You’re quite subtle. Being her best friend is the excuse you use to hide your true feelings. But slowly, I realized the way your face lit up when you talked about her. It was obvious you liked her more than a friend,” Jungkook explains. “I used this party to test the waters by flirting with her and your face confirmed it all.” 

The footballer looks at his friend in disbelief. It’s unbelievable that his friend did that to simply confirm a theory. But he’s also surprised that he noticed he has feelings for you. For years, he thought he was discreet but it looks like he wasn’t after all. If Jungkook noticed it, surely other people would too. 

“By the way, I totally get why you fell in love with her. Beyond being petty, she has a wonderful soul,” Jungkook adds. “But don’t waste more time. Go talk to her.” 

Tae shakes his head. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship. I care too much about her and I don’t want to lose her.” 

“Maybe you won’t lose her,” his friend says. “Maybe the feelings are mutual, maybe she loves you too.” 

Taehyung doesn’t believe that. He’s truly convinced that you only see him as a very good friend and nothing more. Plus, he isn’t going to say anything because he’s scared to be heartbroken. He wouldn’t be able to handle that and still be your friend. And he’s sure that you would refuse to remain friends.  

“I’m sorry, JK but I’m not going to do that,” he replies before leaving his friend alone. 

Tae would rather see you falling in love with someone else than lose you forever. That’s the naked truth. He would prefer to be jealous than heartbroken. 

As the night goes on, Taehyung avoids you. The discussion he had with Jungkook ⏤ and seeing you flirting with him ⏤ disturbed him. He knows that if he’s around you, he won’t be able to act like nothing happened. That he won’t be able to contain his jealousy. 

The entire night you’re confused about why your best friend isn’t with you. It actually breaks your heart. You keep wondering if you did something wrong. The only thing that crosses your mind is the little flirting session with Jungkook. You wonder if he’s angry that his friend dared to get close to you. That’s the only reason you can think of. It’s the only thing that makes sense. 

Taehyung keeps eyeing you from afar. It’s hard to be far from you when you’re in the same room. All he wants is to be next to you but he can’t. So he keeps on drinking and you do the same. By the time it’s 23:59, you’re both just completely drunk. 

“10, 9, 8,” everybody shouts as you watch the countdown on tv. 

You slowly get closer to Taehyung. 

“7, 6, 5,” he looks for you in the room. 

“4, 3, 2,” your eyes meet. 

“1, 0,” your hearts beat fast. 

“Happy new year!” everybody screams with joy. 

You hug the person next to you and wish her a very happy new year. She does the same with a bright smile on her face. You keep doing that with friends while exchanging cheek kisses. It makes you happy to be starting the new year with them and their best wishes. You can feel that this year will be fantastic. You can’t explain how but you feel it deep inside you. It’s an intuition. 

Slowly but surely, you get closer to Taehyung. There is no other person in this room with whom you’d like to hug, kiss, and wish a very happy new year. He’s the only person that has ever mattered in your life. 

Once you’re face to face, you simply stare at each other. Your heart is racing inside your chest, your body is completely frozen, and your mind can’t think straight. Being in front of him after what felt like a crazy night is strange. 

You take a step forward, your faces are quite close, and a smile appears on both your faces. 

“Happy new year, Tae,” you finally say. 

His smile grows bigger and even gets brighter. It almost looks like he’s shining. He gets closer to you in order to hug you but as he takes a step closer, his face gets closer to yours. For a split second, you can see his eyes going down on your lips which causes your heart to hammer even more in your chest. 

Your eyes are lost in his, your breathing getting heavier, and the room’s temperature increasing insanely. You can feel his hot breath on your face, his strong scent invades all your senses. Right now, the crowd in the room disappears completely. There’s only you and him. 

All you want to do right now is to kiss him desperately. You want to feel his lips on yours. You want to taste his lips. You want to get lost in his lips. For years, you wondered what it’d feel like to kiss him, and at this exact moment, you sense like you’re about to find it out. 

Taehyung sees your eyes looking down at his lips which makes him feel like he’s won. Jungkook’s words echo in his head. ‘Maybe she loves you too.’ Maybe Jungkook was right. By the way you’re looking at him, he’d say that his friend was indeed right. You wouldn’t be looking at him with an evident desire to kiss him written all over your face if you were considering him as a friend. This wouldn’t be happening if he was only your friend. 

A strong warmth invades his heart as he knows that he can do what he’s been dying to do for years. He’s still hesitant though. He’s not sure if he can do it. 

“Happy new year to you too, yn,” he whispers while his face gets even closer to yours. “I wish you all the best for this new year.” 

Shivers run down your spine. His eyes stare deep into yours and it makes you feel like he senses what you deeply crave right now. 

Once he says those words, his mouth meets yours. Even though you want this, it catches you by surprise so it takes you a hot second to kiss him back. The kiss is shy at first, as if you’re both scared but it slowly turns into a desperate and fervent one. One of his hands goes to the back of your neck while the other one goes to your hips. He pushes your body closer to his. Your hands cup his face while you intensely kiss each other. 

This feels like heaven for you two. This kiss has been wanted for years, but none of you dared to do it, too scared to ruin the friendship. Now that this is happening you’re not even afraid to lose each other. However, you wonder if this is only occurring because you’re both completely wasted. 

You open your mouth, giving him free access to your mouth. His tongue doesn’t hesitate one second to find yours. Gently, your tongues meet and it feels wonderful. Inside of your lower belly, thousands of butterflies are freed. Never have you thought that this would’ve happened one day. 

When you’re both out of breath, you break the kiss and rest your foreheads against the other. For a moment, you simply look at each other while you catch your breath. Taehyung’s fingers softly caress your face and you close your eyes to savour this moment. 

“This is a great way to start the year,” your best friend murmurs. 

You open your eyes to look at him. He’s so beautiful, he looks like a dream. This all sounds like a dream but it’s really taking place. You really kissed him. This isn’t something coming out of your imagination. This is real. 

This time you’re the one who kisses him. You don’t want this to ever stop, you want to keep kissing him until your body can’t handle it anymore. A soft moan leaves his mouth when your lips meet. He also wants to keep doing this forever. He doesn’t know if you’ll both remember this tomorrow because you’re drunk so he wants to enjoy every second of it. 

Taehyung teasingly bites your lower lip which causes a moan to escape your mouth. A devious smirk appears on his face but he gets back to kissing you fervently. This kiss seems to slowly evolve into something more. It’s evident that you want more. You can feel it in the way his tongue plays with yours, in the way your hands move in his body, and in the way his hands hold you tight against his body. You obviously want to have sex together. This could stop you but it doesn’t. You desperately crave this. 

He breaks the kiss, it wouldn’t be appropriate to keep doing this in the middle of this crowded room. 

“Do you want to go to my place?” he nervously asks. 

Right there, when he dares to ask this, you realize the extent of the situation. You kissed your best friend, and there’s no doubt that you’re not going to his place to play cards. If you accept his proposal, you’ll get laid. Would your friendship resist this? Would you even remain friends? Would this mean that you’re together now? 

Those questions are quickly erased from your mind. You’ve already ruined the friendship by kissing each other. Going a bit further won’t change that. And honestly, right now, you don’t want to think about what will happen tomorrow. 

“Yes,” you nod. 

Your best friend smiles before grabbing your hand and taking you out of this place. He guides you to the parking lot where his car is. It’s an underground parking lot and there’s absolutely nobody except you and Taehyung. You quickly reach his car, a brand new BMW X1. It’s such a wonderful car. You don’t know much about cars, you just look at them from the outside and judge them. You heard many good things about the brand BMW so you’re convinced it’s a good car. 

He opens the car door for you before making your way inside the car. The smell of leather invades your senses. Weirdly, it’s a smell that you’ve always liked. The smell of a brand-new car always brings you back to a childhood memory, a very good one. So, you always like this smell. Taehyung looks at you with marvel. He’s aware of this liking of yours and he knows what it is related to. He finds you adorable. 

Quickly, he starts the car and drives like a crazy to reach his place as soon as possible. He definitely doesn’t want to waste time. All he wants right now is to have his lips on yours and fuck you until there’s no tomorrow.   

As soon as you arrive at his place, the two of you leave the car in a hurry. In less than a minute, you enter your place, take your shoes and coats off, and run to his massive bedroom. You know his place by heart as you’ve come a hundred times. It’s quite a wonderful and impressive house but right now, you don’t really have the time to take a proper look at his place. 

Taehyung doesn’t waste a second before kissing you passionately. Damn, he is desperate to feel your lips against his. It’s all he wanted to do during the car ride. Actually, he is simply completely desperate for you. After all, he’s been having a crush on you for years. 

“I desperately want you, yn,” he whispers against your lips with his deep voice. 

You clench your tights together, his raspy voice sending shivers down your spine, but his voice is so low that you barely hear his words. However, you don’t need to hear him say it to know it, it’s clearly written all over his face. 

“And I’m desperate for you, Tae,” you reply. 

The football/soccer player presses his lips against yours once again but this time, he’s kissing you with a fervent passion. Having his lips on yours feels like a dream, it almost feels like this isn’t happening. But damn, this is even better than anything you dreamed. 

Slowly, the two of you walk closer to the bed before sliding onto it, now finding yourself lying on the bed with his toned figure hovering over you. His toned body is still something you’re trying to adjust. Taehyung used to have a frail body but since he became a professional player, his body has completely changed. He got even hotter with time. 

Never once do you break the kiss, loving the feeling of your tongues sensually battling in your mouth. A small whimper escapes your throat as his hands move down to your waist. He softly caresses you before his hands pull up your floral top to finally touch your skin. His long fingers brush on your stomach, the cold feeling of them making you moan.     

“Your skin is so soft,” he whispers on your lips while his eyes lock with yours. 

He doesn’t let you answer and his teeth grab your lower lip, snatching a moan out of you. Haltingly, his right hand descends on your body, goosebumps rising on your body as his fingers get closer to your core. His long fingers push your pants and underwear down your legs before throwing them onto the floor.

As slowly and carefully as possible, they swipe along your slit, making you gasp at the contact. A moan escapes your mouth, and Taehyung has to admit this is a sound that he adores. For sure, this is something that he’ll get to hear often tonight, and fuck, he can’t wait to make you moan even more. 

At first, your crush abuses your clit with his thumb in order to get you wet before he inserts his fingers inside you to stretch you open. The feeling of his cold thumb circling on your clit feels marvelous, Taehyung is doing wonders to your body. 

“I’m gonna add a finger,” he warns you.    

The man wastes no time before dipping one finger into your heat, preparing you for what is coming. His eyes watch as your face contorts with delight while his finger slowly pumps in and out of you. It feels divine to have his finger inside you. It brushes against all the right spots inside you, this already feels like heaven on earth.    

“Fuck, you’re already so wet, butterfly,” he says to you. 

Hearing the nickname sends shivers down your spine. From time to time, Tae gives you cute nicknames and you actually love that. It sometimes makes you feel like your romantic feelings are reciprocated. 

For a little while, he just stretches you open with one finger. The man has no rush in giving you pleasure but he knows that in the end, all this preparation will give you the best orgasm of your life.    

“I’m going to add a second finger,” he informs you. 

The fact that he lets you know what he’s about to do melts your heart. Taehyung is such a gentleman even when he gets all dirty. At least you can prepare yourself for whatever size his cock is. Hopefully, it’s not a monster. Based on what you can see thanks to his pants, he’s not small but at the same time, he doesn’t look too big. 

Once his second finger slips inside you, you spread your legs a bit more. Small gasps of delight leave your lips as he pleases you with only two fingers. The room around you starts to get extremely hot, your heart starts to pound faster and harder in your chest, and the pleasure starts to build within you. Taehyung smiles as he feels his fingers getting covered with your wetness.  

“Fuck, butterfly,” he mumbles, “you’re getting so wet.” 

His fingers slowly move completely out of your pussy before sliding them in again with ease. Another moan leaves your mouth, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of his fingers filling you up. He repeats the action of moving his fingers out but this time, he brings his fingers to his mouth to taste your sweet and sticky juices. As he does so, you take a moment to admire his strong arms. Something that always turns you on when looking at his arms is how veiny they are. 

Your eyes never leave him, a moan leaving your mouth as he twirls his tongue around his fingers. The sight is so damn erotic, and it makes you grow wetter. Taehyung places himself in between your legs, spreading them even more to get a proper view of your cunt. You’re prettier than in his wildest dreams. He can’t wait to be fully inside you and to feel your velvety walls around him. That thought alone almost makes him groan. 

The two of you are already completely consumed by pleasure. As this is something you both desired for a long time, it makes everything feel more intense. You’re simply so needy for each other. 

He licks his lips, taking in the amazing view he has before him. This sight alone turns him on even more. 

“You’re so wonderful, butterfly,” he runs his thumb over his lower lip. 

Your friend takes his shirt off, exposing his upper body to your very hungry eyes. Without an ounce of shame, your eyes wander on his toned chest and arms. He’s so fucking hot. It’s not the first time you’ve seen him shirtless. You’ve already seen him a couple of times shirtless. However, it’s different this time. He’s shirtless because you’re about to be fucked by this god. 

Taehyung leans closer to you before pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. When he stands again, he pushes again two fingers inside your core, making you moan at the feeling of his wet fingers inside your velvety walls. For a little moment, he just enjoys torturing you at a slow pace with his two fingers covered in your wetness. Nothing can compare to the excitement he feels when he sees you contorting with delight. A delight that he is causing with his fingers. That swells his heart in a way he can’t even explain. 

He’s pleasuring the woman he always loved. 

“Ready for a third finger?” he asks. 

You nod, knowing perfectly that you need that third finger to stretch your core even more. Your body and mind can even picture how it will feel. However, slowly but surely, you’re getting desperate to have his dick buried deep inside you. After your contentment, he curls a third finger into you, and damn, you love it so much. Your head rolls back, loving every second of Taehyung’s torture on you but as you do so, you expose your neck to his burning eyes. Without any hesitation, his mouth finds your neck. 

Having his fingers thrusting faster, and his tongue and teeth abusing your neck makes you moan more and more. Without any warning, the wave of pleasure fiercely washes over you, Taehyung’s name rolling out of your tongue while he keeps abusing your neck and core. You close your eyes to enjoy the feeling that this orgasm generates. 

“Wow,” you barely manage to say. 

This is the first orgasm Taehyung offered you. It tastes tremendously wonderful, and you only want more. Your friend only stops torturing you when you’ve come down for your high. His fingers are fully covered with your arousal by now, and he carefully pushes them out of you to take a proper look at them. You gasp at the feeling of emptiness.

“Wow, it was so intense,” you finally say as you open your eyes. 

You’re greeted with your friend licking his fingers to taste you. He’s standing tall between your legs with his long fingers in his mouth. That’s a very hot and intense vision, and you never thought you needed it before. This man is turning you on like crazy! You could keep looking at this forever. 

“And it’s only the beginning, butterfly,” Taehyung replies with a little smirk appearing on his face. 

“You’re such a tease,” you reply before giving him a gentle slap on his chest. 

A little laugh escapes his lips. 

“It’s nothing new,” he mumbles as he gets closer to you. “I’ve always teased you,” he whispers in your ear. 

Fuck, you’re not sure you’ll be able to survive this night. It’s only the beginning and you’re already dead. Before you can comprehend what is going on, the man on top of you fully removes your top and wastes no time in removing your bra. Feeling his fingers brushing against your skin sends shivers all over your body. Your eyes only stare deep in his lusty gaze. 

Your heart is rapidly hammering in your chest, ready to burst at any second. Sharing such an intimate moment with him is something you’ve been dreaming of for years, and you’ve been desiring it more than you can even express. However, having it actually happen is quite something. As your eyes keep watching him, you take in every single detail of his sweet face. 

He has a pronounced jaw which is part of his charm. He has a little mole on his nose which makes him cute. His dark hair is falling on his face which makes him even more handsome. His deep dark eyes are looking at you with evident desire which turns you on. He has heart-shaped lips which you’ve desired to kiss for years. 

This all feels unreal.   

Quickly, the lust written all over his face turns into worry. His brows furrow, and you can’t resist the urge to touch the spot right in between his brows. Taehyung shivers when he senses your fingers before closing his eyes for a brief moment. This moment right here is the most intimate you both ever experienced in your lives. You’ve had partners in the past and you loved them, but nothing compares to this feeling. 

The love you share has grown over the years and it only got stronger over time. This inevitable moment is the simple proof of your deep and shared love. Yes, it’s dirty, but it’s filled with true love. It’s evident that you’re soulmates. True soulmates. 

Taehyung opens his eyes to be greeted by the prettiest woman he has ever seen. He could do this eternally. Seeing you every day would be his greatest pleasure. Being able to touch you every single day would be his biggest dream. Being around you is and will forever be his home. You’re the person that has ever been able to make him feel at home. It has never been about a place. It has always been about a person. 

Without hesitation, you both kiss each other with tenderness and passion. You’re kissing each other like it’s the last time you’ll do it. And god, you indescribably love it. Your hands instantly find their way to his fluffy hair, softly playing with it as you kiss him like there’s no tomorrow. His tongue slowly finds yours to share an erotic dance. Little moans leave both your lips. Deep down in your body, you can feel the pleasure growing inside you. This kiss wakes up every single fiber of your body.  

“Yn,” Taehyung whispers against your lips. 

Slowly, your eyes look up at him. His eyes are closed so you can’t see them but you smile because you can’t help but find him adorable while he kisses you. You close your eyes to savor this moment. You break the kiss to catch your breath. Taehyung’s eyes quickly scan you before his lips get close to your ear.      

“You’re a fucking dream, butterfly,” he whispers with a deep voice before he nibbles your ear which makes you moan. 

It’s so disconcerting how he can switch from sweet to filthy in a second. 

“And you’re my fucking dream, Taetae,” you reply before pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek. 

A smile spreads across his face while he buries it in the hollow of your neck. You can feel his smile against your lips and you can’t help but hold him tight against you. After a little while, he presses kisses on your neck. Little moans escape your lips as he keeps leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your jaw. Rapidly, he reaches your lips and presses a kiss on them. 

Taehyung stands back again to take his pants and underwear off. But before he can unzip his pants, he’s taken aback by your question. 

“So we’re going to make babies?” you softly ask while looking at him. 

Taehyung is no stranger to your shyness when it comes to sexuality. He has always spoken very openly about his sexual activities. Not with you of course because he’s a crush on you and it feels weird to be talking about having sex with someone to the girl he loves. However, he isn’t embarrassed to sometimes bring up the topic. He has already said that he adores blowjobs, especially if they are done very well. Or that he loves giving pleasure to his partner. Whenever he talks about it, you instantly turn red. He has always found you incredibly adorable. 

On top of turning red, you also don’t use harsh words. For example, you don’t say “cock” or “dick” out loud. Instead, you’ll say ‘pipi’, standing for penis. You’ll say “naughty time” instead of “having sex”. Sometimes, he even likes to tease you because you’re the cutest person ever when you get shy. He’s aware that you’ve had sex and the simple thought of you doing it with someone else makes him angry. But even though you’ve had sex, you still get very shy when the topic is brought up. Which honestly is very ironic. 

“Well, if by making babies, you mean having sex,” he starts saying. “I’ll say yes, butterfly.” 

Butterfly is a nickname that comes from when you were kids. Most of the time, you’d be the kind of girl running after butterflies in the park. Taehyung would run with you of course but you’d be the first to do it. Jokingly, he started calling you ‘butterfly’ but it stayed. But after he started dating his first girlfriend, he stopped giving you that nickname. You always thought she was the one who asked him to stop calling you like that, but it wasn’t. 

He stopped doing it because, with time, that nickname meant that he loved you. He was never able to give a simple cute nickname to any of his girlfriends. It was impossible for him. Giving you a nickname was the proof that he loved you more than a friend should. He had to hide his feelings so that meant stopping calling you ‘butterfly’. However, sometimes, he still does it, especially when he gets tipsy.  

But tonight, he has said the nickname more than he has done over the last few years. And it gives you butterflies. 

Taehyung slowly undresses himself in front of you, and you enjoy the view. He’s incredibly handsome. You don’t even understand how you got here with your best friend. You bite your lower lip as you admire him undressing himself. That’s hot. 

When he’s fully naked, your eyes inevitably look down at his manhood. It’s quite something. It’s a bit long but not too long as well. It’s a reasonable length. On top of that, it’s thick. You’d say it’s a reasonable thickness but that wouldn’t be quite right. Honestly, his dick isn’t a monster, but it’s not a baby too. Most of your previous partners had smaller dicks. Nonetheless, he’s impressive, and you can’t wait to have him deep inside you.  

“Are you ready, yn?” you nod, ready to be completely mind-blown by this man you desperately love. 

Taehyung holds his hard member before stroking it a few times, your hands snail down to his abs before slowly moving up. He bends down to press a kiss on your lips before he slowly buries his cock inside your soaked core, stretching your velvety walls. Both of you moan as he slowly pushes his thick cock inside you. Fuck, it feels wonderful. 

Since the beginning of the night, you’ve been craving this and you’re both enjoying this. 

Once he’s deep inside you, his hips stay still to give you the time to adjust. His lips press a gentle kiss since he adores doing it. For a little moment, your mind only focuses on him and his lips. Nothing else. When he breaks the kiss, your walls clench around his thick member, making him groan. 

“Don’t torture me, butterly,” he begs, his eyes locked on yours. 

“Sorry,” you apologize. “It wasn’t made on purpose, Tae,” you reply. 

His lips press another sweet kiss on your lips, but very quickly, it turns into a fervent kiss. As you’re kissing, he slowly moves inside you. It’s very subtle but you definitely feel it. When you break the kiss, you give him a small slap on his ass. 

“Whenever you want, you can move,” you whisper against his lips.   

A giggle leaves his mouth after the small slap on his ass. He’s actually very amazed, he never imagined you’d ever slap his ass one day. In all honesty, he’s surprised in a good way. 

Taehyung slowly pushes back, leaving only the tip of his cock inside you. His large hands find their way to your waist, caressing your soft skin while his eyes filled with lust glance into yours. He moves again his dick inside you, filling you up to the brim. It’s euphoric to have him completely inside you again.

“So fucking good,” you mumble as your eyes roll back. 

A smile arises on his face, happy to be able to give you pleasure with just that but well, he’s enjoying it just as much. Once he’s completely inside you, he doesn't move for a little while, hovering over you and watching you with enchantment. His eyes glance down at your body. It’s the first time he’s seen you fully naked, and you’re just mesmerizing. He wants to keep looking at you to engrave in his mind how wonderful you are. 

He starts to thrust into you at a slow pace at first. The movements of his hips are very sensual and slow, the room getting filled with the sound of his hips hitting softly yours. There isn’t any urge in Taehyung’s hips movements, all he focuses on is to provide you pleasure. His eyes keep going down on your body, and he groans when he watches himself buried deep inside you. 

“Your cunt takes me so fucking well, butterfly,” he mumbles.  

You close your eyes, completely enjoying the feeling of having him fully inside you. Never once do the thrusts become brutal and rough, they are deep and slow, making you moan a lot. It’s extremely sensual, and it definitely matches how you envisioned Taehyung in bed. The way he’s fucking you is euphoric. You only crave more and more. 

The bed under you squeaks, the headboard hits the wall just behind you while your friend simply makes love to you, or as you’d say, he simply makes babies with you. He leans down to press a sloppy kiss on your lips, your hands finding their way to his neck and hair. Your nails scratch the skin of his neck and shoulders, making him groan against your lips. 

The man over you decides to stop moving, torturing you just a bit. “Don’t stop, Tae,” you beg. 

His lips press another kiss on your lips. “Your wishes are my command, yn,” he says before biting your lower lip.  

Taehyung pushes his cock back before thrusting into you very slowly and deeply with both hands on your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. The slick sound of your pussy soaking his cock as well as your moans fill the room. 

“Damn,” you gasp while he keeps torturing you at a slow pace, “you feel so good.”

You’re completely drunk in the feeling of his cock filling you up, his hips hitting against yours with every thrust he makes. This all causes sparks of pleasure to shoot throughout your body, your arousal dripping from your core and creaming his cock. Taehyung smirks as he notices the sticky mess you’re causing.  

His cock is buried deep inside you, making wonders inside you, and causing you to moan even louder with each thrust. Every time he pushes his hips back, he watches with delight the way his cock is completely covered with your arousal. Nothing drives him crazier than seeing this, you can see it in his eyes. 

“You’re so fucking wet, butterfly,” he hisses before biting his lower lip. His hands press harder into your skin when he feels your walls tighten around him, “and making such a mess on my cock.” 

“I’m only wet because of you,” you first say, “you’ve been torturing me since the beginning.”

Taehyung smiles before bending down to press a sloppy kiss on your lips while his thrusts slow down. You didn’t think it was possible to go any slower than the pace he’s going but apparently, he can do it. A desperate whine gushes from you, a sound that he instantly swallows. 

His hands go up on your body, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them to make you moan with desire before his fingers start playing with your nipples. Moans flood out of your mouth as your friend keeps torturing your body. 

“Damn, Tae,” you whine, “this feels so good.” 

His thrusts return to get a little faster. His fingers never stop abusing your way too sensitive nipples. Gradually, his thrusts are faster and deeper, causing moans to fall out of your mouth. Your walls suck his cock as he slams his hips into you with more force. His fingers keep playing with your very sensitive nipples, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.  

His eyes look at you, contorting with pleasure as it slowly builds within you. Your moans are getting louder, you don’t even try to hold them back or to stifle them. Luckily, he isn’t living in an apartment because you’re sure all the neighbors would hear you. However, you’re also convinced that you aren’t the only one being fucked tonight. It’s the New Year, everybody is celebrating it, and some in a very nasty way. Just like you. 

His hands that are on your hips can feel the way your body quivers with each thrust. The way he’s torturing your body is only making you lose yourself further. You’re already so close to your orgasm that you already know for sure that you’ll come soon.   

“Fuck,” he groans when he feels the warmth of your walls wrapping tighter around him. “Your cunt is clenching so hard.” 

The sweat is dampening his body, sticking some rebellious strands of hair to his face. Taehyung covered in sweat is a vision that can easily make you come undone. He’s so hot when he starts sweating. No wonder your mind easily gets lost when you see him playing football/soccer. 

“You’re so damn hot,” you say as your hands wander on his neck and hair. 

A smile spreads across his face as you compliment him, but he decides not to stop torturing you simply because you’re flattering him. His fingers pinch your nipples harder, making the wave of pleasure grow bigger inside you and making you cream his dick even more.

“Gonna come, Tae,” you tell him when you feel that all your emotions are overwhelming you. 

Taehyung feels his cock twitching inside of you at your words, a low groan rumbling in his throat. One of his hands slowly moves down on your body, passing your stomach, and landing on your throbbing clit. His fingers rub your sensitive spot as his cock keeps thrusting into you at a slow pace.  

“Beg for it, butterfly,” he says. 

His fingers show no mercy on your clit, and you’re not even sure if you’ll be able to beg for anything before coming.  

“Please, Tae,” you can’t even form a proper sentence with the way he’s torturing you. 

You’re not even sure that you’ll be able to recover from this moment. This is just hot with the slow and sensual pace of his thrusts, and the way his fingers torture your body. This is for sure a wonderful way to start the new year.  

“Tell me, butterfly,” he teases you with a smirk on his face. 

“Let me come,” his smirk grows bigger on his face, delighted to have you begging him to come. 

The wave of pleasure inside you is growing exponentially, almost becoming too overwhelming. You’re moaning like a mess, but at this stage, you couldn’t care less.    

“Do it, butterfly,” he whispers, “come for me.” 

Those words are what you need to hear for your orgasm to hit you fiercely. You come hard around him, your arousal covering completely his cock and your walls squeezing him over and over again. While you’re completely euphoric from your orgasm, he speeds up the pace of his hips slamming into you, chasing his own high. Breathy whines escape his pretty lips as he looks down at the mess you made on his cock. His eyes are completely hypnotized where your bodies meet. 

Desperate moans leave his mouth when his orgasm hits him hard. He fully explodes inside you, painting your walls white with his semen. His eyes roll back with pleasure as his body tenses up and releases his load. Loud cries of euphoria escape his lips as he’s high from his orgasm. 

He collapses next to you, both of your bodies covered in sweat after this intense sex session. After a little while, he pushes you against his body to hold you tight. He covers your bodies with a blanket. This warmth together with the alcohol and the steamy sex session makes you fall asleep in no time. Taehyung presses a gentle kiss on your head. 

“I love you, butterfly,” are the last words you hear before falling into Morpheus’ arms.

JANUARY 7, 2022

The past seven days have been filled with memories of the new year’s night. You can’t stop thinking about the way he passionately kissed you, the way his hands were on you, the way he touched you, and most importantly, the way he fucked you. Honestly, it was the best sex you ever had, and gosh, you’d like to do it again. But let’s be honest, he’s been your best friend for years. Yes, you’ve had a crush on him but you don’t wish to lose him and his friendship that is so important to you. 

So for you, this was a simple one-night stand. 

For you, it’s preferable to keep living in your delulu world and go back to having a crush on him instead of actually trying to build a romantic relationship. You’re too scared of what could happen. You’re afraid of the unknown. You’re simply fearful of losing him. You can’t picture a world without him by your side. He’s your best friend. 

Yesterday, he texted you, asking if you could meet today to discuss. No need to be a genius to understand that he wants to talk about that famous night. Especially since you haven’t talked at all since that night, not even by text messages. Weeks ago, it would have crushed you to not talk to him for a week but since that incident, you need some space. 

Without any surprise, he asked if you could meet at his place. The same place where you fucked. But it’s understandable. He has done everything to protect you from the public eye so it wouldn’t make sense now to have a serious discussion where anyone can see and recognize him. 

So now, you’re standing in front of his house. Just being here brings you back once more to that night. For a brief moment, you close your eyes to savor those memories. They taste good, and deep down, you know that you’d like to go back to that moment. You’d like to have Taehyung in between your legs, fucking you like there’s no tomorrow. 

You knock at the door with shaky hands. You don’t know what to expect from this conversation. The only thing you truly care about is to keep him and his friendship in your life. The door is opened by your friend who invites you in. Your heart starts beating at an insane pace. The image of him licking his fingers instantly crosses your mind, and god, that’s hot.  

Taehyung nicely asks if you desire to drink or eat something but you politely decline. You don’t know what to do or say so for a brief moment, you awkwardly stand there at the main entrance. 

“Let’s move to the living room,” he first says. “If you want, of course.” 

Your best friend notices how awkward you feel. It kind of breaks his heart because things have never been like this before. Nevertheless, he understands. After all, you had sex together. Friends don’t do that, otherwise, they aren’t friends. It leaves him wondering now what you are. Are you still friends? Are you more than friends? 

“Fine,” you reply. 

Taehyung lets you walk in front of him as the gentleman that he is. Obviously, his eyes wander a tiny bit on your ass. An ass that he finds wonderful. He definitely wants to smash it, but he can’t. That would be completely inappropriate. He gathers himself as this is not the right moment to drool over you. You need to talk about the new year’s night. 

You both take seats on two different armchairs, sitting face to face. Even though you always loved to be next to each other, this time around is different. A little space is needed, especially if you want to talk. The two of you acknowledge that the new year’s night is the only thing you can probably think of. So being next to each other will only make that night happen all over again. 

Taehyung takes a deep breath before talking. “Thanks for coming, yn,” he offers you a little smile. 

“You don’t have to thank me, Tae,” you answer. “We need to talk about what happened so it’s normal.” 

He nods. Quite frankly, he’s very nervous. Things are different between you and he feels that this conversation can forever alter your relationship. Or you remain friends, or you take it to the next level. There’s also the possibility that it becomes too hard for him to simply remain friends with you and that he takes some distance from you. He wouldn’t want to reach that point, and he believes it will never happen. But we never know what tomorrow is made of. 

“Well, I fully want to be honest with you,” he starts saying, and you nod. “I’ve been loving you for years now, but loving in a romantic way.” 

His hands are shaking. Saying it out loud makes it real, and most importantly, now, you’re aware of how he’s been feeling for years. It’s honestly quite a big deal for him. However, after what happens, he feels like he has to be honest with you. Keeping his feelings inside won’t help. 

On the other hand, your body is completely frozen and your heart has stopped beating. Now, this is real. Your feelings have been reciprocated all those years. But now that he said those words, you don’t know how to process them. Honestly, it doesn’t really change anything because you’ve already crossed all the limits. But hearing those words warms your heart indescribably. 

“Since I found out that I had feelings for you, I decided to keep it to myself. Your friendship has more value than anything else in the world. Losing you has never been part of the equation so I kept everything for myself,” he explains. 

Now, your heart starts beating again, but this time around, it crazily hammers in your chest. It’s also making you nervous to hear those words, and you know you’ll also have to confess your feelings. Even though, you know now that they are reciprocated, it still makes you nervous.  

“Jungkook understood it by himself, and he decided to provoke me by flirting with you,” he admits. It all makes sense now for you. “I was terribly jealous so I avoided you most of the night. I didn’t want you to notice the jealousy and I believed it was better like that,” he runs his hands on his face. “But it had the opposite effect. It only drew me to you.”    

Taehyung hides his face in his hands, he doesn’t want to see your face while he confesses out loud his feelings for you. You stand up to get closer to him. You kneel in front of him before resting your hands on his legs. You place your hands on his to push them so you can see his face. 

As he’s speaking about his feelings, you realize that he’s putting himself in a vulnerable position and that you need to gather all your courage in your hands to be just as brave as he is right now. For once in your life, you have to be strong and let him know that his feelings are reciprocated. 

Since you started having feelings for him, you always pictured that you’d be the one confessing your feelings and that he’d be the one reassuring you. However, the reality is literally the opposite. The reality is that Taehyung is the boldest one. 

Nevertheless, reassuring him is also scary. 

Your best friend lets you move his hands from his face. Slowly, he opens his eyes to look at you. He’s greeted by your face trying to look at him. A face that he finds adorable. 

“So you were jealous of Jungkook?” you ask with evident tease in your voice. 

Taehyung instantly rolls his eyes. 

“It’s not funny,” he says. 

You nod before taking a serious face. 

“I was heartbroken during the new year’s eve party,” you start saying. “I was there with my best friend but he avoided me half of the night and I couldn’t understand why.” 

A part of Taehyung regrets how he acted when he was jealous, but the other doesn’t because, without that, he wouldn’t have shared such an intimate moment with you. 

“I’m sorry about that, yn,” he mumbles. 

He lets his face down but you instantly place your fingers under his chin to lift his face up. You want to look at him. You want to see his reaction when he realizes you love him back. 

“Don’t be sorry, silly,” you smile at him. “Yes, I was heartbroken but you mended my heart when you kissed me later on.” 

Taehyung stares at you in disbelief. Even though you had sex and it’s kind of the proof that you share feelings, it’s a relieve to hear you say, in a subtle way, that you love him back. 

“I also have romantic feelings for you, Tae,” you admit out loud. “It’s been the case for years. Like you, I never said anything because our friendship means the world to me. I can’t imagine a life where you’re not here. I’d rather shut my feelings down than lose you.” 

Your heart is beating faster, you can feel it on the edge of exploding. You’ve finally said what your heart has been desiring to say for years. It feels liberating. 

“And if I’m being honest, for the past few days, I’ve been preferring to think that what we had was only a one-night-stand.” Those words obviously break Taehyung’s heart. “I’m so scared to lose you, Tae,” you mumble as your voice breaks. “So so scared.”     

Now, you’re the one looking down. However, in your case, a tear starts running down your face. It’s hard to admit that for the past few days, you’ve been deeply scared to lose him because of your sex session. You wanted to pretend that nothing happened that night, but you simply can’t, especially not after Taehyung’s heartfelt confession.

“Hey, butterfly,” he says while lifting your face with his fingers under your chin. 

Your best friend grabs you into his embrace. This is a very much-needed hug, but it’s also a very comforting one. Right in his arms, you start crying. For the past seven days, you’ve been bottling up your worries to build a wall around you, but now that he has confessed his feelings and is holding you in his arms, all the pressure goes down. 

“I was so scared to lose you,” you repeat in between the tears. 

Taehyung is completely heartbroken, but he inevitably understands you. He also believed that he was going to lose you after that night. The fact that you also didn’t text or call didn’t help. Of course, you both needed space, but it also made it feel like it destroyed everything. It accentuated the fear of losing each other.       

“You’re never going to lose me, butterfly,” he whispers while holding you firmly in his arms. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

For a little while, you simply stay like that, Taehyung holding you in his arms while you cry. You remain in his arms until you calm down. He invites you to sit on his lap so you can be even closer now. He presses his forehead against yours and cleans your face with his hand. It devastates him to see you like that. He hates to see you cry. 

“I missed so much when you call me butterfly,” you admit while you’re looking into each other’s eyes. 

“I missed it too,” he says. 

Taehyung explains to you why he stopped calling you by that nickname. You can understand his reason, you would have probably done the same. You never really gave him a nickname. You always call him Tae or Taetae. Nothing really too exotic. 

“You’re the prettiest butterfly I’ve ever seen, yn,” he says. 

His face gets even closer to yours, his eyes staring deep into yours. They are searching for unsaid approval to get even closer. You know that he’s about to kiss you but he won’t do it if he sees anything in your gaze that would push him away. You simply nod, and he instantly presses his heart-shaped lips on yours. You kiss him back with the same energy. It’s a gentle and soft kiss filled with a lot of passion. Even though you kissed a million times during the new year’s night, this kiss definitely makes things real. He loves you. Your little hands move to his hair to play with it while his hand is placed on your neck to hold you close. 

It also hits him as you’re kissing that you love him back. 

Fireworks explode inside him as he realizes it. He’s never going to let you go now. 

FEBRUARY 25, 2022

Being in a relationship with Taehyung is completely different than being his best friend. A lot of things are still the same, but a lot has changed too. He kisses you every time he sees you, he teases you a lot, and most of the time, it’s sexual, he calls you butterfly all the time, and he makes love to you. 

Being honest, Taehyung is quite a master in bed. He fucks you so well, you almost beg him to never stop. Being fucked by him is like constantly being in heaven. He gives you pleasure like no one else ever did before. But it’s also not easy to be dating a football/soccer player since he’s most of the time away. As before, you asked to keep your existence a secret because you don’t want to deal with the hysterical fans and also to allow you to keep living a normal life. 

Right now, you’re in Rome with your super best friend, Mia. You’ve met her later in life, she was a colleague from your first job. You instantly clicked and she’s been one of your closest friends since then. She was extremely happy when you told her you were with Taehyung. She even said that it was about time since it was more than obvious you liked each other. 

This trip to Rome was planned months ago, and you were looking forward to it. It’s a one-week trip, but it should be enough to calmly visit this incredible and history-filled city. However, it hasn’t been going as you wished. You’ve been in the city for 2 days, and you’ve been sick to your stomach since the beginning. You’ve been throwing up constantly, and most of the time, you don’t feel well. The only reason you can think of is the chicken sandwich you ate at the airport. It was probably not well-cooked or it was already out of date. 

This morning, it’s been a nightmare. You’re in the Vatican to visit the museums but you’ve already gone like 2 times to the toilets to throw up. It’s not easy for you, but on top of that, you feel sorry for Mia. You’ve been holding her back.  

“Are you better?” she asks while you’re drinking a glass of apple juice. 

You noticed that apple juice helps to calm down the nausea. Since it’s lunchtime, you’re sitting at a table in the restaurant located in the Vatican’s museums. Your friend ordered a salad while you’re simply drinking juice. You’re not hungry at all, and if you eat, you’re sure you’ll throw up again. 

“Yeah, a bit,” you answer. You take a sip of the drink. “I’m sorry for this, Mia.”     

“Eeh, don’t worry. It’s not really your fault if you’re sick,” she answers. 

For a split second, she seems hesitant to add something else, but she finishes by saying what she’s been thinking since you arrived at Rome. 

“Could you be pregnant?” 

You almost choked with your apple juice. This is very unexpected. You’re obviously not pregnant. With Taehyung, you’ve been very careful since the beginning of the relationship. Having children right now it’s far from being a great idea. Plus, you want to enjoy being together before planning to start a family. 

However, you can understand why Mia is raising this question. Nausea is one of the first visible symptoms of pregnancy. If the roles were reversed, you’d raise the same question. 

“No, it can’t be,” you answer. “We’ve been using protection, and I’m also going to start taking the pill.” 

Even if he uses condoms, you’ve decided to start the pill. This way, the chances of getting pregnant are very low. On top of that, it’s also a safety net in case you go crazy and don’t use protection. 

“But have you had your periods lately?” 

Honestly, you noticed you didn’t have them for the past 2 months but it doesn’t worry you at all. Your periods are irregular so there are moments where you can go 2-3 months without having them. For sure, lately, they’ve been quite regular but as soon as you get stressed, they come later.  

“No, but I’m not worried,” you start saying. “For the past two months, my emotions have been all over the place,” you reply without hesitation. 

There is evident concern written all over Mia’s face, and honestly, it’s worrying you. It’s making you nervous. You’re biting the inside of your cheek as you’re mentally browsing all the times you had sex with your boyfriend. It’s still so weird to call Taehyung ‘your boyfriend’.    

“You’re sure you’ve always used protection?” she asks.  

You’re still trying to remember every single time you were intimate with Taehyung. You can’t think of a time when he didn’t use a condom. Usually, you both make silly comments or jokes when he grabs a condom. 

“Yeah,” you say with some hesitation. 

“Well, maybe, a condom got broke or something,” she suggests. 

“I’m sure it’s not the case,” you reply. 

It’s impossible that you’re pregnant. In the event that you had unprotected intercourse with Tae, you would have taken the morning-after pill. 

“Maybe you should take a test to be sure, yn,” she adds. “I’m concerned, and if it’s not that, maybe we could also go to a pharmacy or something to get something to help you out with the nausea.” 

“Okay,” you reply before continuing to drink the apple juice. 

The rest of the day, your mind keeps thinking about the conversation you had with Mia. Honestly, you’re convinced you’re not pregnant, but she managed to make you doubt it. If you’re expecting a baby, you don’t know how you’ll react and what you’ll do. 

After the visit to the museums, you head to a pharmacy to get a pregnancy test. This entire situation makes you extremely nervous even though you’re sure the result will be negative. As soon as you reach your hotel room, you lock yourself in the bathroom to take the pregnancy test. You follow the instructions, you pee on the stick’s little strip. Then you wait five minutes for the result. 

You place the test on the edge of the sink while you wash your hands. For a moment, you look at yourself in the mirror. Suddenly, the memories of your first night with Taehyung cross your mind. That famous new year’s night when you had sex for the first time with him. You were completely wasted but you still perfectly remembered that you had unprotected sex. He even ejaculated inside you. You don’t understand why you didn't think of that night when you were talking with Mia. 

“Fuck,” you whisper while you close your eyes. 

You have a period tracking app on your phone, and you remember seeing that the week of the New Year was your ovulation week. As your periods are irregular, sometimes the cycles are a bit messed up, and it happens that you ovulate at a different time. But you have the app to follow your periods since sometimes, you go months without them and it doesn’t even concern you. At least, that way, you can see how long your cycles are and when was the last time you had your periods. The ovulation week on the app is always an assumption. 

Well, now you’re a hundred percent sure that the test is positive. You had unprotected sex during your ovulation week so it’s positive without any doubt. It also explains why your emotions have been all over the place lately. It wasn’t due to the fear of losing Tae or the fact that you’re now with him. It was due to the fact that you’re creating a human. 

Your eyes look down at the test. Two clear lines appear on the stick.  

“Fuck,” you repeat as you see the result. 

You’re indeed pregnant. Pregnant with Tae’s child. 

As you’re sitting on the toilet bowl, you run your hands on your face. What are you going to do now? Are you going to keep this baby? Are you going to get an abortion? 

Having a baby is not part of your life plans for now. You just bought an apartment so you’re paying a mortgage and you’re spending money on furniture. On top of that, you just got promoted. You’re also now in a relationship with a famous football/soccer player. You’re trying to adjust yourself to all of those changes. A lot happened in a short period. And now there’s a baby on the way. That’s just too much. 

Having a baby now isn’t a good idea. 

MARCH 5, 2022

The game is almost over. 

Taehyung and his teammates have been playing for over 90 minutes. For the first time in a while, you’re present at one of your boyfriend’s games. You can’t remember the last time you came, but today, you decide to join him since you have a big announcement for him. 

It’s been a week since you found out about your pregnancy. For the past eight days, you’ve been thinking about what to do. It wasn’t easy, you spent nights crying like a baby because you’re simply lost. As you were confused, you didn’t say anything to your boyfriend. You pretended like nothing happened, but since he knows you well, he noticed something was off. 

Mia was the first person to know about your pregnancy. You cried a lot in her arms, and she’s been there for you. She can’t do much because it’s your decision but she promised to be there for you no matter what you decide. For now, she’s the only person aware of your state. 

However, eight days later, you’re still confused and you don’t know what to do. The only thing you’re sure of is that Taehyung needs to know. He’s the only one who can guide you with this pregnancy. Also, you’ve booked an appointment with your gynecologist to check everything up. It’s in two days, and you don’t want to go alone. You want to have Tae by your side, and you also want him to see his child. 

Discreetly, you make your way to the changing room of Tae’s team as you desire to surprise him. He isn’t aware of your presence, he didn’t even notice you during the game. As you’re walking, you suddenly feel two arms wrapping around your waist and pushing you back. The sweet scent of Taehyun’s perfume mixed with sweat surrounds you. A smile appears on your face, and you turn around to meet the prettiest man ever. 

“What a wonderful surprise,” Tae says with the brightest smile on his face before kissing you. 

For a split second, you kiss him back but you quickly push him back. As you do so, you take a quick look at the man you love. His black hair is dampened in sweat, making it look wet. The top of his jersey’s shirt is stuck to his chest due to the sweat. His face is fully red. Even though he stinks a bit, he looks hot as hell. You’ll gladly open your legs for him right now. 

“You’re stinky and covered in sweat,” you playfully say. 

Taehyung holds you even closer and cleans his face on your chest. You giggle as he does so. He’s unbelievable, but that’s also why you love him. You try to push him back as much as you can but he’s a lot stronger than you so your efforts are in vain. He presses a soft kiss on your neck before taking a step back to look at the woman he dearly loves.

You’re wearing a jersey of his team, more precisely, the jersey he gifted you a couple of weeks ago. It’s a black one with his name and his number engraved in the back of the shirt. With that, you’re wearing a blue pair of jeans. You look hot as hell with his jersey. He could fuck you right here. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks. 

“I want to see you,” you answer with a smile on your face. “And also talk to you.” 

Concern suddenly appears on his face. 

“Something bad happened?” 

“You should go change first,” you say without answering his question. 

Your answer only worries him even more. 

“Tell me, yn,” his tone is a bit harsh, and it catches you by surprise so you jump of scare. 

None of you is smiling now. You don’t want to tell him in the middle of a stadium’s hallway that you’re pregnant while he’s wearing his team’s jersey and covered in sweat. Even if he looks incredibly hot, this is not how and where you want to announce to him your pregnancy. 

“Please,” you first say. “Change yourself first.”

Taehyung takes a step closer to you. His face is tense, his heart is beating fast, and his mind is imagining a hundred different horrible scenarios. He's worried and the fact that you don’t say anything makes him worry even more.

“I’m not going anywhere before you tell me what’s going on,” his tone is still firm. 

You look down for a moment before looking up at him. Although you know this man very well, it actually surprises you that he insists on knowing now what you have to say. 

“We should be in a more intimate place, Tae,” you tell him. “I’m not comfortable talking with you in here.” 

He takes a deep breath before nodding. If something is going on, talking here isn’t the appropriate place, and he can only agree with you. 

“Okay, I’ll be back in two minutes,” he says. 

You nod, and he kisses you before disappearing. He’s deeply concerned, worried, and scared of what you have to tell him. He’s imagining the worst. You’ve recently been back from Rome and he noticed that something changed during that trip. He noticed your puffy eyes, the dark circles under your eyes, the sadness written all over your face, and the way your mind is always somewhere else. 

At first, during your video phone calls, he’d ask if you’re okay, but since you wouldn’t say anything besides ‘yes, i’m good’, he understood that he couldn’t force you to speak. It has to come from you. He’s convinced something really bad happened in Rome. He’d even say a man acted disrespectfully towards you.

In no time, he quickly dries himself with a towel before putting his clothes on. He says goodbye to his teammates and leaves in a rush with his bag in his hand. He finds you in the same spot. You’re looking down at your phone, probably looking at some reels on insta. You always do that when you have to wait. 

Taehyung presses a soft kiss on your head when he’s next to you. 

“Let’s go?” he asks. 

You simply nod, and you both leave the stadium. Your boyfriend grabs your hand to guide you to his splendid car. The same car where Taehyung almost fucked you some days ago. You can’t get enough of each other when you’re together. 

“Where do you want to go?” he asks once inside the car. 

“My apartment?” you suggest. 

“Okay, fine,” he nods before starting the engine. 

The drive to your place is quite calm, you barely speak, but honestly, you don’t know what to say. Your mind is thinking of all the ways you can announce your pregnancy to Taehyung. Your boyfriend gets worrier as you get closer to your place. He’s scared to hear what you’ll say to him. Easily, he finds a parking spot near your place, and you quickly leave the car. 

Once you're inside your apartment, the first thing you do is jump into his arm, holding him very tightly in your embrace. He’s caught off guard which destabilizes him but he quickly wraps his arms around you. It’s something bad, he can feel it. 

“I’m pregnant,” you whisper against his chest. 

His entire body freezes as he hears your words. Out of all the horrible scenarios he imagined, pregnancy wasn’t one of them. Well, being honest, pregnancy isn’t a terrible scenario at all. It’s actually the opposite. It’s probably not the right moment but it’s not a bad thing. All this time, he was convinced that you got rapes in Rome. 

It takes him a couple of seconds to process what you said. He wasn’t thinking of getting the news of being a father this early in life. This is a shocking news. Taehyung pushes you a bit so he can take a proper look at you, his girlfriend.  

“And you found it out in Rome, right?” he asks. 

For him, that’s the only reason that would explain the shift in you during your trip with Mia. 

“Yes,” you answer. 

“Hmm,” he says while he turns his back to you. 

He runs his left hand on his hair while he starts to really process what has been going on for more than a week. Yes, it all makes perfect sense. 

His reaction worries you. Now, you’re not sure you should have said it. Maybe, he’s going to ask you to abort because he doesn’t want this baby. Oooh, this is all messing up in your head. 

“Why didn’t you tell me when you found out?” he asks. 

Taehyung isn’t still looking at you. Not having his glance on you while you’re giving him this huge news makes you feel so small. It makes you feel like a baby who needs to be reassured by a loved one.

“I didn’t want to announce that through a phone call,” you explain first, “and I also didn’t want to give you this news when I didn’t know if I’d keep the baby.” 

As he hears your last words, he turns around to finally look at you. It devastates him to hear that you even considered aborting, and it breaks his heart that he wasn’t by your side at that moment. 

“Are you going to abort?” he instantly asks. 

You shake your head. “I don’t know, Tae.” 

A tear runs down your face. Your boyfriend instantly holds you in his arms and presses a comforting kiss on your head. 

His entire life, he imagined that it’d be a moment of joy when he’d be given this news. Of course, he always pictured that you’d be the mother of his children, but this wasn’t the way he saw things. He imagined you getting together, then getting married, and then having children. All those steps in life would be filled with joy and love because they would have been so awaited. 

You take a step back. “I wanted to think by myself before announcing anything, but I don’t know what to do. All I know is that I need you by my side.” 

“And you have me, butterfly,” he firmly says. 

“It’s also your child so I can’t take this decision by myself.” 

“Before being my child, it’s your body, yn,” he cups your face in his hands. “If you can’t or don’t want to carry it, you don’t have to and I will never force you to do whatever suits me.” 

Taehyung has always been the biggest gentleman you’ve ever known. This right here is proof that he is a wonderful human being. Even if this situation is all messed up, you’re just thankful that Taehyung is your boyfriend. You’re not sure any other man would have said that. Maybe that you would be blaming you for not telling them sooner. 

“All I can do is support you no matter what,” he adds. “I’m never going to force you to carry my child when you don’t want to.” 

“But would you want to keep it?” you ask with the biggest doe eyes. 

For a moment, Taehyung gets lost in his thoughts. He imagines your bump getting bigger, what it’d be like to see you pregnant with your child, what the baby would look like, and how it would feel to be a father. 

“Yes,” he answers without hesitation. “If you’re the mother of my child, no matter what is going on in our lives, I’ll want it.” 

His answer unimaginably comforts you. Knowing that makes you love him even more. 

“Even if we’re poor and living under a bridge?” you ask. 

A smile appears on his face. “Even if we’re poor and living under a bridge, I’d love to be the father of your child.” 

A little smile appears on your face. It definitely comforts you to know that he wants to be the father of your child. 

“And you’re the only person with whom I’d want to have a child,” you tell him. 

You press a gentle kiss on his lips, causing his smile to grow bigger. This situation is a bit tricky for you, but your boyfriend’s reaction brings so much comfort to you. 

“Do you know how far along you are?” he asks.   

“Well, you probably knocked me up at New Year’s Eve party so I’d be nine weeks pregnant,” you answer. 

Taehyung remembers that night very fondly. It was the night that changed his life for the better, and it was a wonderful night. The best night ever. Your first night together was wonderful, but now that you’ve got to learn about each other, sex is a hundred times better. 

“Have you already made an appointment with your gynecologist?” 

“Yes,” you nod. “That’s also one of the reasons why I’m announcing it to you now. It’s in two days, and I really want you to come.” 

“I’ll be there with you, butterfly.” 

He passionately kisses you. Now that he knows, it makes this news more bearable. It almost makes it feel like it’s not a big deal because he wants that child. But he only wants it if you want it too. So in the end, it’s really up to you to decide what you will do. Nonetheless, it reassures you so much to know that he will be by your side. If you decide to keep the baby, he’ll gladly be a present father. And if you decide to get an abortion, he will stay with you throughout the entire process. 

MARCH 7, 2022

Taehyung is sitting next to you while you’re lying on a medical examination table. Your legs are wide open and the gynecologist is in between them. It’s honestly a bit weird to be in that position with your boyfriend sitting next to you. 

“I’m going to insert the probe,” the woman informs you. 

Doctor Park has been your gynecologist for years, and it was more than natural you’d be coming to her for this first checkup as a pregnant woman. Once you saw the positive test, you instantly booked an appointment. Luckily for you, she was available rather quickly. 

When you exposed to her the situation, she informed you that she would need to do an endovaginal ultrasound. Since it’s only the beginning of the pregnancy, if she performs a ‘normal’ ultrasound, nobody will see anything as the baby is very small. 

Taehyung is holding your hand as the probe is slowly and carefully pushed inside you. The doctor moves the probe from right to left until she finally sees something on her screen. A bright smile appears on her face when she sees what she’s been looking for and seconds later, the room is filled with the sound of heartbeats. Instantly, your head turns to your boyfriend who’s smiling as he’s hearing the sound. His eyes look down at you. They are filled with love. 

Hearing the fast heartbeat makes it real. There’s no doubt that you’re pregnant. But hearing this sound warms your heart indescribably. A tiny human is growing inside you, and you’re literally creating life. It’s so unreal what a woman’s body can do. 

Then, you both look at the screen and you’re trying to see something but you clearly don’t understand what’s appearing. 

“This right here is your baby,” the doctor points out to a tiny black dot on the screen. “And this right here is your second baby,” she points out to another dot. 

The world stops turning when she announces the second baby. There are two babies. You’re expecting twins.  

“And you can hear the heartbeats of the two babies,” she says. 

You look at the screen with disbelief. Two lives are growing inside you. You’re creating two little humans. You squeeze Tae’s hand as you can’t conceive that you’re expecting twins. 

“Based on what we can see, they are identical twins.” 

As from there, you can’t hear anything else. All you see is the two little dots on the screen. All you see and hear is your babies. They are real. They are here inside you. If you decide to keep them, two little humans will join you. You’d become a mother and Tae a father. This is a very big deal. From now on, you’ll be responsible for those two little lives. Whatever decision you make, it will inevitably impact them. 

Your eyes move to Taehyung to watch him with admiration. There is no doubt that he will be a fantastic father and those two babies will always be lucky to have him as their father. Since you’re quite young, your boyfriend always said that he wanted a big family. He wants at least five children. It’s a bit too much, but from a very young age, he has that desire to become a father. You know that he wants those two babies. And as you’re looking at him right now, it’s evident to you that he truly wants to have the twins in his life. 

Being here changes everything. Seeing the babies on the screen and hearing their heartbeats helps you to make a decision. 

For sure, it won’t be easy to become a mother and jungle with all the challenges you’re facing right now. But never on earth will you get an abortion. You had doubts up until now, but you don’t have any more. You’re a hundred percent certain that you will keep them.    

APRIL 7, 2022

Let’s be real, being pregnant with twins is far from being easy. You’re still pretty much nauseous, you’re belly is slowly but surely growing, and your emotions are definitely all over the place. Thankfully enough, Taehyung has been very supportive. 

A month ago, when you told him that you wanted to keep the babies, he was the happiest man on earth. That night was very very spicy. He now speaks to the babies every single day, and that’s the cutest thing on earth. You’re now living together to make it easier and you chose his place. It’s a bit far from your workplace but before going to his daily trainings, he drops you off at work. When he’s present of course. When he’s in another city or country, you stay at your apartment to make it easier. 

So far, you’ve been enjoying living with him. You get to be goofy together, to spend more time together, to watch random movies together, and to have more often sex. Surprisingly, your libido has been quite high. Whenever you lay eyes on your boyfriend, you simply want to make babies with him. 

However, it’s not easy to be dating him. Every single day, there are rumors that he’s dating this or this girl, and they all come from because they liked a picture of him. It’s really incredible what can be read online. It’s such silly things. You try to avoid checking anything about him on social medias because when you read those things, all you want to do is to say that he’s with you which isn’t a great idea. It’s been four months that you’ve been together but since the beginning, it’s been hard on that aspect. 

Since yesterday, Taehyung has been in another city because he played earlier against the team from that city. He’s coming back tomorrow morning, and you’re excited to see him again. You deeply miss him when he’s not hear. You miss your little bear. 

After months of trying to find a little cute nickname for Taehyung, you finally found it. It came out of nowhere, he was speaking with the babies, you ended up calling him a papa bear, and it stayed. He’s your cute little bear. 

You’re going through your phone, and you come across a video on insta of Taehyung. It’s apparently reported that he’s dating a random girl you never saw before. Nothing new so far. However, almost at the end of the video, there’s a picture of your boyfriend with her. They look very close, almost as if they are about to kiss. The picture isn’t very clear but obviously something is going on. 

That breaks your heart in an unimaginable way. 

Many questions cross your mind but you push them away because it’s definitely not a good idea to start imagining the worst. He’s clearly madly in love with you so he’s not going to cheat on you right now. But seeing this picture creates a big doubt in your mind. 

You put your phone away before turning on the TV. Maybe you need to watch something else to distract you. You trust Taehyung, you know he’s never going to cheat on you. You’ve known him for years, he’s a respectful man. He would never cheat on his partner. 

Nonetheless, watching TV isn’t helpful at all as this ‘new relationship’ of Taehyung is being displayed everywhere. Based on reliable sources, they have been together for months. They have been trying to keep it lay low, but they were seen yesterday in front of her house having a very intimate moment. This is heartbreaking. You want to cry. 

Maybe it’s best you simply go to bed and sleep. Taehyung is coming in a couple of hours and you will speak about all of this. You don't want to jump to conclusions just yet. You want to hear what your boyfriend has to say about this incident. But it’s hard to fall asleep with that picture of him with another woman in your mind. 

Your phone buzzes and the screen lights up, indicating that you received a message. It’s a message from Taehyung. “I’m here, open the door please.” You frown. What is he doing here? Shouldn’t he be in another city? 

Slowly, you leave the bed to open the door. The main entrance is a bit far from the bedroom so it takes you a bit of time to reach the door. As you open it, you notice it’s raining outside. Your boyfriend is standing in front of you, fully swamped by the rain. It warms your heart to see him because you really need him right now.  

“What are you doing here?” you ask. 

“I saw the picture of me with that girl,” he starts saying. “I knew you’d see it too and I didn’t want to leave you thinking about it all night long.” 

This scene seems coming straight out of a movie. Your lover is standing in front of you while it’s raining, swamping him more and more. Although you’re worried about his health, you find this is a heartfelt moment. It’s also very romantic.  

“Come inside,” you tell him. “I don’t want you to get sick.” 

He does as you say, and you close the door behind him. The two of you head to the bathroom. As you’re walking, you take a look behind you, noticing how wet the floor is getting. You mentally note to yourself that you’ll need to clean otherwise somebody slip and get hurt. Once inside the impressive bathroom, you stop in front of the toilet bowl while Taehyung remains close to the door.  

“Why did you ask me to open the door?” you ask as he’s getting undressed. “Don’t you have the keys?” 

“I left in a rush and forgot the keys,” he answers. 

Your eyes wander on his toned body as he removes every single piece of clothes. Taehyung is so damn handsome. 

“You didn’t need to come for that,” you tell him. “We could have waited for tomorrow.” 

Taehyung looks up at you with wet strands of hair falling in front of his eyes. He looks incredibly hot. He’s pushing his black pants down but they feel quite heavy. He notices that you’re a bit sleepy, and he can’t help but find you extremely pretty. Taehyung hides the little smile appearing on his face.  

“I couldn’t,” he says. 

Once he’s fully naked, he wraps himself in a towel before sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Your eyes follow him before you sit next to him. Your eyes stare at him for a hot minute, but you quickly turn your face to look right in front of you. 

“That’s an old picture,” he suddenly says. “It’s from like a year ago. It’s one of the many one-night stands I had.” 

You nod. “I believe you,” you simply say. “It’s hard to be looking at this kind of pictures, it was even before we started dating, and seeing them makes me doubt.” 

Taehyung puts his hand on your leg to softly soothe it. The warmth of his touch conforms you a lot. 

“I love you, butterfly,” he says. “I’ve always loved you. You’re actually the only woman I’ve ever loved, and I would never do anything to hurt or lose you.” 

You rest your head on his shoulder. 

“I guess you know but my love life was a complete mess before the new year’s night. I was sleeping with lots of girls but I was never able to commit to any of them. It was mostly one-night stands,” he explains. “I was in love with you but thought you didn’t love me back the same way so I was trying to find that love somewhere else. But I couldn’t because you’ve always been the only one on my mind.” 

Obviously, you knew about his many one-night stands but never said anything. You always considered those girls to be lucky to have at least had the experience of having sex with him. You weren’t exactly looking for sex with him, but when you’re in love, physical attraction is inevitable. So yeah, from time to time, you’d think about that. 

“So I decided to only sleep with them. It’s easy, you just sleep and then, you never see them again,” he adds. “It got worse when you started dating Noah. I couldn’t bear seeing you in love and the only thing that could distract me from that was literally having sex with someone else. For a brief moment, my mind is simply lost in pleasure.” 

It breaks your heart to hear that. You never thought it would be that hard for him to see you with Noah. Back then, you knew you weren’t in love with him because the only person you ever truly loved was Taehyung. But since you couldn’t have him, you tried to find love in someone else. Even if it meant to never truly be happy.  

“So you did that for 3 years?” you ask. 

“Yep,” he says while nodding. “Honestly, at some point, I even thought you’d get married.” 

As he says those words, you bite your lower lip. 

“Have I ever told you how it truly ended up with Noah?” you ask while turning your head to look at him. 

Taehyung glances at you with confusion. Why are you suddenly raising this question? 

“I guess you never told me at all how you broke up.” 

“Well, he proposed but I said no,” you tell him. 

“Really?” he asks with evident surprise. 

“I never understood why he proposed. Back then, we were falling out of love. It was obvious that it was going to end sooner or later,” you explain. “I was never going to marry him. I wasn’t happy anymore.” 

Quite frankly, he’s very surprised. In his mind, you would have agreed to get married with him. He always thought you were madly in love with Noah but now, he knows that he was wrong. 

“So if he had proposed earlier, would you have accepted?” he asks with hesitation. 

“Probably,” you shrug. “In my head, it was better to be with someone else than losing your friendship.” 

His hand slowly moves higher on your thigh while his face gets closer to your ear. “Then, I’m lucky he didn’t,” he whispers, causing goosebumps all over your body. 

Before his hand reaches your pussy, you push it back. “You should take a hot bath before you get sick.” 

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “I didn’t come to take a bath.” 

“Well, if you didn’t walk under the rain, you wouldn’t be taking a bath,” you say. “Maybe, we’d be making more babies.” 

It frustrates him when you tease him like that, but he finds it extremely adorable that even if you’re together, you’re still kind of prude. 

“I can still fuck you in the bathtub,” he replies. 

“You’re always so crude,” you tell him. 

“And you’re still so prude, butterfly,” he says. “No need to hold back with me.”

Your boyfriend gets closer to you before crashing his lips against yours. Kissing you is without any doubt his favorite part of being with you. This isn’t at all a shy kiss, on the contrary, it’s a very fervent kiss. No doubt you crave to do unholy things together. 

“Let’s get in that damn bathtub,” Taehyung says on your lips. 

He grabs your lower lip with his teeth, causing you to moan. Right after that, you stand up to get undressed while Taehyung turns on the water. Once you’re naked in front of him, a bright smile appears on his face when he looks at your little bump. It’s getting bigger as it should. Inevitably, he gets closer to you and softly caresses your belly. You watch him with tenderness. This is so cute. 

“Hi babies,” he whispers against your belly before pressing a kiss. “It’s daddy.” 

Your heart is melting at his words. Taehyung also takes a weird voice when he speaks with them. It’s the tone everybody takes when speaking to a baby, but it’s adorable to hear him speak like that.  

“I love you both already very very much,” he adds. “And I can’t wait to meet you in October. Please be gentle with your mommy until there.” 

Your hand caresses his soft hair as he presses another soft kiss on your stomach. It’s adorable to watch him interact with the babies. The gynecologist advised to do so in order for the twins to recognize his voice but she didn’t need to say it. Taehyung adores to talk to them. 

“Now, I will ask you to close your eyes because your mommy and daddy will do nasty things,” you laugh at his words. 

“You’re crazy,” you tell him. 

“Hey, I’m just warning them,” his eyes look up at you. “It’ll be a little shaky shaky for them.” 

He gets up to press a smack on your lips before turning off the water. He doesn’t waste any second before jumping into the bathtub. You don’t follow him directly as you’re watching him. Once he’s taken place inside the bathtub, his eyes look at you. 

“You’re not coming?” he asks. 

OCTOBER 01, 2022

Charlie & Freddie. 

Those are the two names you and Taehyung chose for your little twins. They were born very early today, it was 2 am when they joined you. It wasn’t easy to give birth to two healthy boys, but honestly, this day is the best day of your life. After all, it’s the day you became a mother, but it’s most and foremost, the day you met the little boys you created with your boyfriend. 

Taehyung is sitting on a chair, shirtless with Freddie in his arms. Seeing him with the babies is without any doubt the best thing in the world. He has spent the last hour holding them, one after the other to make the skin-to-skin contact. 

On the other hand, you’re sitting on the bed with Charlie in your arms. After a little struggle, you’ve managed to breastfeed him. Between him and Freddie, he was the one having the most difficulties to latch. But now, all is good. 

The twins really are identical, you can’t tell them apart. So with Taehyung, you’ve decided that for now, you’ll always put something red on Charlie and something yellow on Freddie. However, you wonder how long you’ll be able to keep up with that. Many sleepless nights are waiting for you. For sure, once you’ll get tired, you’ll get all mixed up. 

Being in this room with Taehyung and your twins seems unreal. Last year, you were still having a crush on your best friend, not able to reveal your true feelings. You were so scared to lose him if you’d reveal your feelings. It was hard to see him with other women. But today, things are completely different. You’re madly in love with your best friend and you started your own little family. 

Taehyung looks down at his son. His life has drastically changed in less than a year. He finally found peace because he was bold enough to reveal his feelings for you. He isn’t any more sleeping with strangers in order to stop thinking about you constantly. He’s now allowing himself to think about you night and day. All that because you love him back. 

It’s crazy how a simple kiss on a new year’s eve party can flip someone’s world upside down.  

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so dirty — miguel o’hara

dbf!miguel o’hara x fem!reader

word count: 888

summary: miguel, who just so happens to be your dad’s best friend, fucks you in a bthroom

warnings: dirty talk, degradation, unprotected sex (i’m back to my old ways)

a/n: hehe two in like a day? look at me go. send me requests because i need more ideas.

“We shouldn’t do this,” came out of your voice in a tired tone. You tried to fight it but it got harder every time. How could you fight something that felt so right?

“I know, amor.”

Then he kissed you and you stopped fighting. 

Things got dirtier every time he touched you. The first time he kissed you he was so soft, so delicate. He touched you like he thought you could fall apart in his hands. Now he was bending you over the bathroom sink with the whole neighborhood in the backyard—not to mention your father, his best friend. He still loved you all the same, you never doubted it for a moment. Something about the switch felt right. This was a dirty little secret, not a Romeo and Juliet love affair. It was meant to be dirty.

He used to kiss every inch of your naked body, muttering how much he loved you every time his lips left your skin. It was a harsh comparison to how he shoved your panties to the side and rubbed his rough fingers up and down your slit.

“You’re soaking,” he stated with pride. “This all for me, honey?”

“‘Course it is, Miguel.” Sometimes you try to be soft in times like this. He’d give you a small smile then it would leave. His eyes were hungry, you almost felt like prey.

“‘Course it is,” he repeated before bending you forward.

He spit on his hand, pumping himself a few times. He rubbed the head of his dick against your clit, causing you to shutter. So dirty.

“Beg for it.” Your brows knitted together, giving him a confused look in the mirror. “You heard me. Beg for it.”

“Give it to me,” you demanded, standing your ground.

His large chest was flush against your back, his chin grabbing your chin and making you look into his eyes. His lips brushed against your ear and his other hand gripped your hip like a vice. “I said beg. Or we’re going back downstairs right now.”

It wasn’t the worst threat in the world but at some point these little hookups became something you needed. He knew that. He felt the same way too.

“Please, Miguel,” you whined. “I love you so much. Need to feel ya inside me so badly. I promise to be such a good girl. I promise. I’ll be such a good girl.”

The tiniest smile came to his lips as he saw the tears lightly brewing in your eyes. God, how he loved you. He planted a sweet kiss on your temple. “Such a good girl, only for me, yeah?”

“Only for you.”

Suddenly, the head of his member entered your entrance. You gasped, causing his hand to clasp over your mouth. “Got to be quiet, amor, yeah? We can’t have anyone find out what a dirty little whore you are for me.” He quickly pushed the rest of his length inside of you. You screamed into the palm of his hand, gripping down on the countertop.

“Fuck, princess. Best damn pussy I’ve ever had. Such a good fucking girl.”

His thrusts were brutal and you loved every second of it. Something about the strange circumstances made something dormant in Miguel come out. He said the dirtiest things. His mouth sputtering whatever came to mind as he pounded into you like both of your lives depended on it.

“Letting me fuck you while half the neighborhood is in the backyard. You wanted me that bad. You’d let me fuck you anywhere, wouldn’t you, honey? Want to be my little fuckdoll. Let me take you wherever I want. As long as we don’t get caught, right?”

You nodded vigorously as your eyes screwed shut, your head resting on Miguel’s shoulder. He let you stay like that for a while until his fingers started to rub your clit.

“Look at me,” he cooed. You had no choice but to pry your eyes open and look at the disheveled state of the man you were falling in love with. “Keep looking at me when I make you cum on my dick. Look so fucking beautiful.”

You had to use your last amount of strength to keep your eyes open, losing all control of the noises coming out of your mouth. Both of you were glad that his hand was clamped over your mouth. You tried to hold back your orgasm just a little bit, something you did often in these scenarios, you wanted to hold on just a little bit longer.

But it was always impossible. As soon as he figured out what you were doing, his fingers worked quicker.

“Please, cum for me baby,” he begged. And how could you refuse him? Quickly the coil snapped and you turned to absolute putty in his hands. “I love you, honey. I love you so much.” He whispered in your ear as he came inside of you. “Love you so fucking much.”

Slumped there, panting, you had that terrible wave of realization of the predicament you were in. Doomed to be in love with a man you could never really be with. Banished to a life of dirty secret hookups in bathrooms. But you didn’t need to worry about that now. Not when he was smiling at you.

“I love you too.” 

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Daddies, Daddies, Daddies

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: you're marrying your fiance, but your mind is already on banging his father

Warnings: infidelity, unprotected sex, step dad, father in law, Daddy kink and I'm choosing not to specify more tags as they are spoilers. Read at your own discretion

18+ ONLY

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Even as you say your vows to your soon to be husband, his and your smiles beaming of future endeavors, you can't help but glance towards his impeccably handsome dad, and you're soon to be father in law. You had a thing for broad chested, soft tummied, grey speckled dilfs, and this hunk was no exception.

Yes, you love your man to be, but getting to know his family...intimately was part of the whole marriage package too. Can you blame a woman? And the way his bulge practically waved at you through those tight slacks so prettily, begging you to take a seat on your new papa in laws lap had you swaying with excitement. Heat filled your core as you grinned and held hands with your fiance. He's rambling about his promises and devotion, but your brain is too focused on what his dad's plump lips will feel lie devouring your little cunt while everyone else will be too busy getting food at the reception.

He had been eying you the entire engagement. From the moment you were introduced, his gaze traveled to your cleavage and ass before settling on your lips and shaking his hand.

It beyond amazes you he hasn't taken the next step, so far going no further than his hand grazing your lower back and prolonged hugs where youe tits pressed against his chest. He teased you for months without saying anything, but maybe he's even sluttier than you are: waiting for you to be taken before he can make a new claim. You sucking on your tongue at the image of getting railed in his powder room during Sunday lunches at your in laws house, or giving him a "tour" of your bedroom with his thick member pulsing in your mouth when they come over for Thanksgiving.

You couldn't wait to add that old man's cock to your pussy list.

"I do!" You say right on cue, and the two of you seal your kiss of matrimony with a racous applause.

After the ride to the reception hall, a bunch of hugs and warm welcomes, you're so close to getting your hands on your new daddy, so close to introducing him to his new sweet little cunt he's gonna make a happy future in, when your step dad yanks you right out of the hall and into the restroom.

"Daddy!" You shout, surprised by his grip.

"What? Thought you were gonna give everyone else some attention but your old man?" Joel tuts, tracing his rough lips across the smooth expanse od your exposed shoulders. "Or did you think you were gonna give some of my pussy away to your new daddy?"

"You're not my old man," you clarify, but you don't stop his familiar touch over your body.

He chuckles. His hands settle along your waist protectively. "You're my little girl as far as everyone else is concerned today. I'm the only daddy who showed up to give ya away didn't i? S'okay. Just like you, I didn't mean shit up there either."

You sigh, melting a bit as he presses a wet kiss to your pulse point.

"Thought you were gonna be done with me even after you got married? Gonna get a new daddy cock to ride every morning to work? Eric, that's his dad's name right? Saw ya eyin him all durinf the ceremony. Little slut, cant even say i do to a man ya marrying before drooling about his daddys dick? Yeah. Honey, he couldn't handle you like I do. Neither of em."

He smirks in the mirror as he licks your cheek with a fat strip, side eying the way your eyes get hazy in the mirror. His hands slope down your chest to cup your breasts in that gorgeous wedding dress he helped you decide on. The one that gives just the right amount of appropriate yet subtle sexiness. He squeezes the plumpness of your tits before pulling the corset line down, your titties falling free for his large palms to knead while you gasp.

"Stop thinking about getting another daddy cock in this pussy. You got one right here--" he pushes his bulge further into your ass, forcing you to grip the sink and hold yourseld from falling forward-- "right here, baby doll, to give ya everything you need. Never had a complaint not wantin my cock, did ya?"

You smirk drunkly, shaking your head. "No daddy. I love this cock."

Joel kisses the shell of your ear before unbuckling his belt and hoisting the skirt of your dress up.

You gasp when he slides his hardened length along your already soaked folds.

"How about we start working on that baby you were always wanting, huh? You been beggin me for it, told ya gotta wait till you're married. Even your In law daddy Eric mentioned he couldn't wait for ya to get round with grand babies. How bout that? He n i got somethin in common already."

He slides in, forcing your walls to part to accommodate his intrusion.

Joel sets a low pace, gripping your hip tightly as he ruts into your ass with fat slaps, his cock getting sucked right in with each thrust "Except this pussy. He ain't touching this sweet little precious cunt. Shit doll, youre soaking wet just thinking bout old man cock today, huh? Yeah, don't you worry baby. Your step daddy gonna get that baby in ya sooner than you know it. Gonna provide everything ya need. Won't need to go to your new family's side for nothin. We can keep everything exactly how it is."

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sweetheart. ⑊ part, 𝒾.

content warnings. -> mdni. smut. afab. fem!reader. cunnilingus. dom + sub undertones. pet names. fluff, with dark undertones. obsessive & possessive behaviors. dad bf!aemond.

+. hihi. !! ♥︎ i’m having lots of sweet, dreamy thoughts about dad bf!aemond…soo i wrote this. also. !! this will be a new lil au with dad [modern] bf aemond 𝓍 sweetheart!reader. hope y’all enjoy & pls send asks abt aemond & sweetheart cause i wanna write more about them. <333

as many know, aemond targaryen is quite the stoic man, silent yet observant, his silver tongue allowing him to be charming, persuasive, giving him the ability and blessing to claim your heart as his. aemond is known to be the type of man who exudes a special type of casual, masculine dominance over his peers, and especially over you.

you’re his soft spot, his ultimate weakness, and yet aemond wouldn’t have it any other way.

aemond loves you, that much he is most certain of— you’re his, his, his, and aemond is very much aware of your feelings, that you love being with him, being his, you’re his sweetheart, the girl of his dreams… his future wife and mother to his children, his little love.

now, aemond wouldn’t consider himself to be a jealous man, no, his possessiveness comes from the pure, eternal love that he feels for you, and luckily, you don’t seem to mind his possessiveness, too blinded by the love you felt for him to notice the beige flags slowly turning into red.

aemond was very much aware that, as a little girl, you always had been a shy, needy little thing, desperate to be coddled and loved, yearning for your heart to be filled by a type of love that wasn’t your father’s— wanting to belong, to be seen and cared for, something your father never gave to you, yet aemond did so happily and without complaint.

aemond gave you everything— his body, heart and soul, he was all yours, completely and utterly yours.

and so, aemond took on the challenge of chasing you, wanting to claim you completely— mind, body, heart and soul. “you’re mine, sweetheart— do y’hear me? mine, all fucking mine,” he declares, his voice a low rasp but firm, honest, intense yet loving, making him appear almost boyish, his dilated eye locked onto your perfect, womanly form, hypnotized by your enchanting beauty.

you were a goddess in aemond’s mind, ethereal, surely the embodiment of the maiden made in human form.

hushed, sweet nothings were whispered obsessively against the soft, smooth skin of your inner thighs, promises of aemond’s unconditional love and devotion, his large, masculine hands grabbing your thighs with a desperate, harsh grip as he takes in the sight of your pretty, tiny cunt, all wet and needy and his.

gently, aemond blew on your flushed cunt, his violet eye sparkling with amusement at the way your puffy little clit twitches for him, needy and greedy for his affection and attention.

softly, aemond hummed, amused and starved with his hardening arousal, inhaling the sweet, feminine scent of your perfect fucking cunt, and without further delay, aemond buried his face against you, your cries and breathy moans of ecstasy making his long, thick cock throb and leak some of his liquid pleasure, surely making a stain against his silk bedsheets.

“mmh, oh! aemond, d-daddy— please,” you beg, innocent and sweet, your dainty hands reaching out, needing more, more of aemond, desperate to feel him.

aemond smirked, immediately releasing his rough hold on your plush thighs, intertwining his long, deft fingers through yours, humming to himself as he felt how soft and small your hands were compared to his as he held both of yours— his sweet, fragile girl.

your hands were instantly clinging onto your boyfriend’s as he continued suckling your rosy bud into his wicked mouth, stimulating the tiny, swollen nub until you were panting, your bare breasts heaving, nipples beautifully swollen from his attention earlier, skin flushed and damp with sweat, your pretty doe eyes heavy lidded and pupils blown wide with your pleasure, making you look all the more beautiful to aemond as your hips bucked up against his face, so sweet and delicious and eager for him.

“mmh….don’t worry, sweetheart, daddy will take care of his sweet girl— f-fuck, you taste so fucking sweet, baby,” aemond purrs, now feral with his hunger for you, obsessed with your taste, making him eagerly bury his tongue back into your weeping hole, fucking you relentlessly with it for several minutes, tasting your heavenly ambrosia that was meant only for him devour.

and for the first time in a long time, with your addicting, heavenly taste on his tongue, clouding his senses as he continues to feast upon your beautiful, drooling cunt, aemond felt complete, all thanks to his precious sweetheart, all thanks to you.

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thinking about meeting buck when he was a ranch hand working on your father's ranch

MDNI- 18+ only

your father hired him as one of his many ranch hands, not that you knew at first; he usually doesn’t let you around any of them. your father is protective of you, and doesn’t want them trying anything with you, not that you think it would be a problem.

you’ve always been a little bigger than the other girls in your town, and while you’ve grown to like your curves, you know they’re not something a lot of guys gravitate towards. you have met some of the guys after they've worked with your dad for a few years, and even made friends with one or two, but for the most part, you think it’s easier to just stay away.

it was a complete accident the day you met evan buckley. you were walking into the barn, looking for one of the ranch hands you were close to, when he came up behind you.

he couldn’t help his wandering eyes as you greeted him with a sickly sweet voice, your short sundress blowing ever so slightly in the warm morning breeze. he was drawn to your figure immediately; he’d always loved a woman with thick thighs and a soft belly, but you also had the prettiest face he thought he'd ever seen.

he knew he was done for when you held out your small basket of blueberry maple muffins. he’d always wondered about the baked goods that were dropped off in the barn in the mornings, and now he was putting a face to the person who'd made the most delicious sweets he’d ever had. you loved to bake, and most mornings you’d whip up a large batch of muffins or scones to bring to the barn for one of the ranch hands you’d grown close to to hand out to the others.

from that day on, he couldn’t help but plan out his mornings around your drop offs, always making sure he was near the barn around 8am when you came by. he’d greet you with a smile, trying very hard to keep his eyes on your face rather than your tits, and then talk with you until your friend came into the barn.

that’s probably how you ended up here: your front pushed up against a large tree in the pasture, with your sundress up around your waist and your panties carelessly tossed onto the grassy hill. evan’s hips move in rough thrusts, his hands on your wide hips to help guide you back onto him.

you can’t help the soft whimpers and moans escaping your throat, still having a sliver of mind occupied on keeping quiet; not wanting to alert anyone that could be close. he haphazardly placed his cowboy hat on your head earlier when he was nipping and sucking on your neck, and he revels in the sight of you sinking onto him so perfectly with it still on your head, albeit the hat sitting a little crooked.

he can feel his release quickly approaching as he feels you clench around him, and he takes one hand off your hip and places it around your neck, pulling you back against him.

“you like that, sweetheart?” he whispers in your ear, his other hand moving from your hip to your clit, his fingers circling around the sensitive bud roughly. a loud whimper escapes your mouth as you nod, your legs starting to shake as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

he smirks as he feels your legs starting to get weak, and it makes him move his hips a little faster, trying to make you fall over the edge before anyone comes looking for either one of you.

“you wanna come, pretty girl? you wanna come on my cock?” he purrs. he lets out a low groan as you nod desperately, a string of pleas and whimpers falling from your lips as you beg for your fast approaching release.

“let go, sweetheart. come for me.” he tells you, and with a few more thrusts, you’re falling over the edge with a loud moan. your cries paired with the way you feel wrapped around him sends him over the edge as well. he squeezes his eyes shut, shooting hot ropes of cum into your pretty cunt, staying deep inside you until he’s sure you’ve taken every last drop.

he takes a few moments to slow his breathing, resting his head on your shoulder. he trails his fingertips down your neck and arm, while the other rubs absentminded circles on your hip.

“so good for me, honey. absolutely gorgeous.” he mumbles in your ear. you smile weakly, basking in the feeling of your orgasm and the way he still has you stretched out around him. he finally pulls out, and you whine softly as you feel yourself trying to get used to the emptiness you're left with.

he turns you around, fixes your dress and takes his hat back, then gives you a sweet kiss, which you happily return. his hands go to your cheeks, and your hands wrap softly around his wrists, and you think this is the happiest you’ve ever been.

it’s kind of fun to sneak around like this, you think, and he thinks the exact same. he loves the idea of having the rancher’s daughter in secret, knowing your father has forbidden you from even talking to any of the ranch hands. it’s not the entire reason he likes it so much though, most of it is because it's you. you’re gorgeous, sure, but you’re also smart, and funny, and a hell of a baker.

he picks up your panties from the grass and shoves them into his pocket, laughing softly at your protests. he gives you another quick kiss and tells you to leave first, knowing it would be suspicious if you both came back from the far pasture at the same time.

he smacks your ass as you walk away, biting his lip as he watches you go. he imagines his cum dripping down your soft thighs, imagines you running into another ranch hand, or worse, your father, on the way back to your house, and how you’d hope and pray that they don’t pick up on your weak legs and fucked out expression.

the days that start like this are especially enjoyable for evan, even though he feels a little guilty for wanting to fuck you until you’re round and swollen with his seed, but it’s what a pretty little thing like you deserves. even so, he wishes more than anything to finally be able to take you out for real, without fear of what your father may do or say.

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Fresh Linen૮ ․ ․ ྀིა₊⊹

Joost Klein x Reader! TWs: RPF, the softest romance ever!! I made Joost after lucky blue lol W/C: 3,604! A/N: Reader is implied to be something other than white, but its not major. + Some music I found that really matches the vibe methinks!! <3

When Joost first garnered fame, he could never imagine slowing down anytime soon. He was like a rolling boulder ; starting off slow and inexperienced with his rough, jagged edges. But now he’s been rolling for years, refining himself into a smooth stone down the hill.

He said all his life that he had a pretty good idea of things he liked and didn’t like. Kids, cats, feet, all of those icky things.

But here he was, slouched in an ivory arm chair as he brushed his daughter, Adessa’s hair. His life had managed to compress itself down into a tiny, squirming little baby and rest itself on his knees.

You smiled to yourself, lying down on the couch opposite of Joost as you watched him experience pure unbridled adoration. “You’re gonna look sooooooo pretty, Dessie!” He cooed, gently working the bristles of the brush through the long, chocolate brown curls.

He took his time, gently working his fingers through the soft hair before using two blue rubber bands to tie it into two sleek twin pigtails. He fluffed her hair out a little, smiling eagerly as Adessa giggled, clearly excited to see how her hair turned out. 

You loved seeing Joost dote on your baby girl. When you first started dating, he was very firm about not wanting any type of children. But Adessa managed to have him wrapped around her little finger.

“Daddy, why do I have to brush my hair?” Adessa asked, squirming around slightly as Joost struggled to tie the little lace bows around each pigtail.

“So it won’t get all tangled and messy.” He hummed, gently tying the last bow.

You smiled, watching as Adessa began to ramble Joost’s ears off with her little voice. Joost seemed to cling to every single word, leaning forward in his chair and placing his hands on his knees as he nodded. “Ja, natuurlijk.”

“I’m gonna make some bread, do you two wanna help?” You offered, standing up from the couch. “We haveeee...4 hours before we head to the park, so that’s enough time to make a loaf and lunch.” You smiled.

“Yes, I can help!” Joost smiled, standing up slowly from the arm chair as to not knock Adessa off of his knees. “Des, wil je brood maken?” Joost asked, scooping Adessa up from under her shoulders and tossing her up in the air.

Adessa shrieked and giggled, eagerly lifting her arms up as she nodded. “Ja! I wanna help mommy!” She beamed.

You smiled, making your way into the cozy little kitchen, Joost following behind you with Adessa in his arms. You got everything you’d need to make your bread and laid it out on the counter in front of the window.

Joost sat Adessa down on the kitchen counter, leaning against it as well as he watched you set everything up to make sure it would take as little time as possible. 

“I’m…not a good cook.” He chuckled, grabbing the measuring cups and spoons for you in a heartbeat.

“I know, Joost. That’s why I said help.” You giggled, setting the large bowl next to Adessa, who kicked her little legs back and forth off the counter.

“Alright, Dessa! I’m gonna let you pour the dry ingredients in the bowl and mix, okay?” You murmured, filling each measuring cup with its corresponding dry ingredients, and handing them to Adessa one by one.

You supervised her carefully, admiring her with a soft smile as she carefully added the flour, sugar, salt, and dry yeast to the bowl.

“Do I mix now?” She asked, staring up at you with her electric blue eyes. She was such a cute girl, with those beautiful pools of blue she had inherited from her dad. But of course, you could see yourself in her face as well.

“Yep! Daddy’s gonna help me add the water, and then we can all knead the dough together!” You explained, handing Joost the one cup, and half cup measuring cups.

“Could you fill these with warm water, my love?” You smiled, turning your head to face him.

He nodded, taking the cups from your hands and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Yes, baby.” He hummed, filling the cups with warm water and adding them to the bowl of dry ingredients.

“Alright, you two,” you began, stepping in front of Joost as you picked up the silicone scraping spatula, scraping the dry ingredients off the sides of the bowl. 

“There’s a certain way to mix bread. You don’t just go in an aggressive circle,” you showed, aggressively mixing the flour and water together. “Nah. You kind of like…fold it in. Stay from the bottom, and bring in to the top til’ it’s all combined.” You nodded.

“I wanna try!” Adessa gasped, immediately grinning ear to ear as she clasped her hands together in wonder.

“Of course you can!” You smiled, sliding the bowl over to her and handing her the spatula.

She did her best to mix, trying to copy the motions you showed her earlier as her brows furrowed in concentration.

You smiled, placing your hand over Joost’s as he leaned down, leaning his head on your shoulder and placed his hands on your hips.

“I love you.” He murmured, pecking the side of your head.

You smiled, leaning your head against his lovingly. “I love you too.” You hummed, holding his hand gently.

You chattered away with Joost and Adessa, finishing up with mixing the dough before dusting the counter with flour and tranferring the slightly sticky dough onto the powdered, sleek, and wooden surface.

“Alright, cover your hands in flour, and then you kinda just…knead it. Don’t be too hard, but don’t be scared of it.” You explained, kneading the dough gently.

You let Adessa try, letting her smack and poke the dough while she snickered and chuckled.

“Joost, roll up your sleeves and knead this for me please.” You requested, watching as Adessa hopped off the counter to go play her iPad. 

He nodded, reluctantly pulling himself away from you and rolling up the sleeves on his white collared shirt. “How do I do it again…” he snickered. “Show me.”

You sighed, smiling softly as you pushed him aside gently with your hip. “Like this,” you instructed, kneading the dough again.

He nodded, shifting behind you again and placing his hands over yours, kneading the dough with you as he hummed quietly to himself.

You kept going until the dough was smooth and matte, grabbing the little baking tin and slotting it into the pan and scoring a little heart into the surface.

“All done!” You smiled, holding up the pan to get a better look.

“You want any herbs on the top, baby?” You asked, craning your head upwards so you could look at him.

He brushed his hands off with the kitchen towel before placing them on the counter on either side of you. “Maybe some sage and rosemary.” He smiled, nodding subtly.

You nodded, slowly pulling away from him to find the sage and rosemary, plucking them from the fridge. You gently sprinkled the herbs on top of the bread before drizzling a little bit of olive oil on top and sprinkling a bit of black pepper as well.

“Put this in the oven for me?” You smiled, handing him the pan. 

He smiled, taking the pan from your hands and walking over to the already preheated oven. He swung open the oven door, wincing slightly at the gust of heat before gently sliding it onto the bottom of the rack.

“There you go, babe.” He smiled, his cheeks going a rosy pink from simply gazing in your direction. “I’ll go get Dessa dressed, and you can do whatever you want.” He smiled, whisking his way over to you, placing a kiss on your cheek and making his way to Adessa in the living room.

You smiled, feeling your sensitive little heart clench and vibrate at how he loved you so gently. Ever since you met Joost, he treated you like the most precious of gems. He wanted to make things easy for you; to dote on and pamper you like you were his most prized possession.

In Joost’s eyes, you and Adessa were his heart walking around outside of his body. When humans first thought of the word love, they described it as an attempt feeling of deep affection. But when Joost thought of love, he thought of laying down with you and Dess, listening to your soft snores as time passed you by second after second.

It was those painfully slow days that reminded him that love has no time limit. Even when he was long gone and miles underneath the earths crust, his spirit would make sure the sun kept shining and the earth kept spinning for his baby girl.

You used the time Joost gave you to prep a small breakfast and pack a little snack bag for Adessa, knowing she would ultimately be hungry after playing in the park. After you finished that task, you tugged your sleeves down on your sweater, fixing your  jeans and leaning against the counter to have a sparkling water.

Joost and Adessa emerged mere minutes later, with your daughter now in a blue and white gingham dress and frilly white socks and cute little Mary Jane’s.

“Mommy, look!” She beamed, running up to you eagerly to show off her outfit. She did a fast little spin, grinning from ear to ear as she gazed up at you for approval.

You gasped, making sure to set down your can before kneeling down to be eye level with her. “You look so pretty, Dessa!” You cooed, giving her a big hug and peppering her face with kisses.

She giggled uncontrollably, trying to push your face away and squirming away from your love attack. 

You sat her back down, giving her one last kiss before patting her head gently. “Daddy did a great job.” You nodded, looking over at Joost and smiling.

He nodded back at you, giving you a thumbs up and blowing you a brief kiss.

What a cute nerd.

You stood up, standing in the kitchen and watching as Joost walked over towards you.

“I made you guys a little charcuterie board.” You smiled, gently wrapping your arms around Joost’s neck as he held your waist and gazed into your eyes.

“Oh thank you, mijn liefste!” He smiled, turning his head briefly to munch on some blueberries. “You’re so sweet, I don’t deserve you.” He mumbled, resting his head on yours.

“Not true!” You fake-gasped. “You’re the best, too.”

“…we the best music..” he whispered, immediately giggling after. 

“Bye.” You giggled, moving to walk away from him, only for him to pull you back gently.

“No, dance with me.” He pouted, swaying with you slowly in the kitchen.

“You’re so corny!” You giggled, swaying with him as well.

“People are afraid to be corny, but I was born on the cob.” He recited, chuckling in your ear. You could really see where Adessa got her laugh from whenever Joost giggled. You recognized that ‘hehehe’ anywhere.

“Daddy?” A little voice asked, Adessa staring up at you with her big round eyes.

“Yes, little one?” He hummed, still swaying with you as he glanced at Adessa.

“Are you and mommy in loooove?” She asked, leaning forward and smiling at the two of you.

“Of course! I’d move planets for your mama.” He nodded.

You snickered, smiling just a little harder at his shameless admission.

“And I would for you, too.” Joost smiled.

Adessa nodded, clinging onto Joost’s leg as she giggled. She couldn’t understand slow dancing, but she wanted to be included in anything her parents did. So she danced along with the two of you, eagerly twirling around beside you.

You smiled, watching her with nothing but love. 

“Jojo?” You hummed, resting your hands on either side of his neck gently.

“Ja?” He smiled.

“You wanna watch a movie after we take Dess to the park?” You muttered, pecking his neck gently.

He smiled, stopping in the middle of the kitchen floor before walking you back into the counter and setting you down on top of the smooth wood. 

“Of course.” He smiled, resting his head on your shoulder.

You stayed together in the kitchen for an hour or two, chatting away with each other happily about anything and everything until the oven dinged, prompting Joost to remove the fresh loaf with your pink little oven mitts.

“The bread is finished!” He smiled, placing it on the table.

“Great! Thanks.” You cheered, hopping off the counter to stare at the loaf. You fought off both Adessa and Joost, desperately trying to explain that the bread needs to cool before you cut or eat it.

“Mommy it’s ok, the bread won’t know!” Adessa grinned, standing on her tip toes in an attempt to see above the counter. Joost scooped her up, setting her down on the counter beside him as he admired the fresh baked loaf as well.

“It looks very good! Good job.” He praised, giving Adessa an approving high five. She nodded firmly, crossing her arms at her job well done before suddenly gasping.

“Mommy helped, too! Say good job to mommy!” She squeaked, pointing a finger at you.

He giggled, turning over to you and smiling.

“Thank youuu, amazing beautiful great gorgeous fiancée!” He beamed. 

“You’re welcome!” You chirped, kissing his cheek. “Alright, we can head to the park while that cools.” You nodded, heading into the living room to slide on your shoes and grab your keys.

Adessa followed behind, smiling happily as she toddled behind you, grabbing onto your fingers as she followed you out the door.

“Kom op, papa!” She called, turning her head around to pout at Joost, who was tying his shoes.

“Yeah, hurry up grandpa!” You teased, putting your hand on your hip. “You’d really make a child wait to go play at the park?” You snickered, watching as Adessa mirrored your pose.

Joost looked up, raising an eyebrow at the two of you as the picture finally panned out. He saw just how alike you and Adessa were, and suddenly all the noise in his head stopped. He was happy where he was, and couldn’t ask for anything more.

“Hold on, I’m done I’m done!” He giggled, stumbling out the door behind the both of you and closing the door.

“You got some flour on your nose.” You chuckled. “Coke allegations pending.” You whispered, motioning to the upper bridge of his nose.

He laughed, quickly clearing the flour away from his face.

“I’m not Charli.” He giggled, following behind you and Adessa closely.

“Are you sure? You seem to be bumpin’ that…” you joked.

“Nee, nee nee nee! I’m not.” He giggled.

You walked in the warm sunlight towards the park, taking steady breaths of fresh air as you admired the beautiful scenery.

The Netherlands was a bit of a change from the atmosphere you grew up with, but more grass was definitely a plus.

When you made it to the park, Adessa had set off to go play with the other kids in the grass.

You smiled, wrapping an arm around Joost’s arm and walking with him through the grass. Since Friesland was really small in retrospect, you had no doubt people recognized him, but you were grateful nobody made the move to bother or approach you with your child.

“I never thought I’d be getting married soon…” Joost suddenly blurted, holding your hand gently.

“I know, this all feels so unreal to me.” You smiled.

“I used to just say I was ok with my bloodline stopping at me…and now look, I’m engaged with a daughter.” He giggled.

“Nobody knows where they’ll end up, and that’s ok.” You shrugged, allowing Joost to pull you down and sitting in the grass with him, just far enough to supervise Adessa.

He nodded, smiling softly as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. 

You stayed at the park for a good hour, running around with Adessa in the grass as she chased you with a magical leaf that would make you go “boom!”

“Alright, Dessa, let’s go home and have some lunch, okay?” You smiled, scooping her up and spinning her around. 

She nodded, wrapping her arms around your neck as she waved bye to her park friends.

The walk back was relatively quiet, and you could tell that Adessa had fallen asleep. You chuckled, gently shaking her awake so she could stay up long enough to eat, have a quick little bath and then go to sleep later.

“Here, I got her.” Joost murmured, gently taking her from your arms. You smiled, thanking him wordlessly as you reached the front door and pushed it open.

You sat your bag and keys down on the side table, slipping your shoes off by the door and heading into the kitchen. You made a quick little sandwich for Adessa with some smoked turkey, Swiss cheese, pickles, lettuce, tomato, and red onion. What a non-picky baby.

You headed into the living room, handing the sandwich to a very sleepy looking Adessa whose head kept drooping onto her dad’s shoulder. Joost chuckled, watching as she perked up momentarily to eat her food.

“I like your bread, mommy.” She murmured, finishing up her sandwich with a little smile.

“Thank you!” You smiled, patting her head softly. “Im glad you like it. I made it with lots of love, just for you!” You explained, booping her little nose. 

She smiled, leaving the crusts on her plate and placing it down on the coffee table. “All done.” She murmured, rubbing her eyes as she leaned on Joost’s shoulder again.

Joost sat up slowly, ensuring she wouldn’t fall over on the couch before picking her up. “Bed time!” He beamed, dancing and twirling up the stairs with Adessa.

“I got her, just go get comfy!” He smiled, turning back to you briefly before disappearing upstairs. 

You cheered quietly, quickly setting up downstairs for movie night. You laid out the blankets, snacks, and drinks before shuffling upstairs to your shared room to change into some pajamas.

You decided on a matching pair of pink fuzzy shorts and a pink fuzzy hoodie. You glanced in the mirror, smoothing out the hoodie delicately and making sure you looked ok, even thought you knew Joost wouldn’t care even if you didn’t, because in his words “it’s okay to not be okay.”

You smiled, giggling at yourself briefly before making your way to the bathroom to check on the two of them, only to see a tub overflowing with bubbles and an Adessa with a soapy Mohawk.

“What the actual hell, Joost.” You murmured, eyes widening at the height the bubbles had managed to somehow reach. Adessa was lost in the midst of it, blue eyes just barely visible through the forest of bubbles.

Joost smiled, instantly freezing in place before slowly turning to you.

“Hello!!” He waved, slowly putting down the bubble bath solution.

“How much of that did you use!” You half-chuckled, half-scoffed, watching as the blue coloring practically spilled over the floor.

“Mommy it’s okay, I’m the bubble princess!” Adessa giggled, raising her arms up through the hoard of suds.

You sighed, but smiled softly. The cleanup would eat you the fuck alive, sure, but at least she was happy.

“Of course, sweetie.” You giggled, heading back out the bathroom slowly. You retreated downstairs to the couch, taking in the warm, orange-y yellow lighting that consumed the room. It reminded you of fall, with the sweet spices and crisp days that brought you so much joy.

You waited for no more than 5 minutes on the couch before the little pitter patter of feet came down the stairs. 

“Mommy!” The little voice whispered from the top of the stairs. “You gotta come say goodnight to me!”

You chuckled, standing up from the couch and jogging over to her. “Of course I do! C’mon!” You whispered, heading upstairs to her all pink princess themed bedroom.

Even though she had sworn her allegiance to nothing but pink time and time again, she still had the cover art for her dad’s beloved albums up on the wall next to her bed, courtesy of her father.

She scurried into bed, giggling as Joost pecked her little forehead gently. He had to completely sit down to be close to her bed, which was almost comical to see, but you didn’t wanna laugh at how massive he was just yet.

“Alright, goodnight sweetie.” You whispered, gently tying a little scarf around her head so her hair wouldn’t look crazy in the morning. “I love you!” You cooed, peppering her face with kisses.

She giggled, leaning up to kiss your nose before laying back down and rubbing her eyes. “I love you too…” she murmured, trying her best to keep her eyes open as she watched you and Joost turn off the lights and slowly leave.

You closed the door behind you two, smiling at Joost before giggling and scurrying down the steps like eager children. You crashed onto the couch together, cuddling up as Joost snatched the remote off the armrest and turned on the TV.

“This parenting shit is easy. W’s in the chat.” He giggled, pulling you as close as he could.

“I don’t know about easy, but you’re definitely a great dad!” You smiled, resting your hand on his chest.

He rolled his eyes, snickering quietly as he kissed your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

©Taelophone<33

[strongheartneteyam]

His little breeding slut.

Pairing: dilf!Jake Sully x female!human!younger!reader

CW: established relationship, reader loving jake's belly, a bit of fluff, praising kink, p in v, use of "daddy", "babygirl" and "princess", breeding kink, dom Jake x sub reader, creampie, missionary position

It's been a while since the last time I wrote for Jake but this pic in the middle gave me WILD THOUGHTS 🥺🧎🏻‍♀️💕 so this is what came out of it lol all hail Dilf!Jake and his dad bod 🤤🤌🏻💓

na'vi words: muntxate (female mate), yawntutsyìp (little loved one)

Slightly proofread.

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"You like my belly, don't you? You always put your little hands on it when I'm fucking you missionary" Jake smirked and chuckled, pleased with the dumb way you were looking at his soft belly, your eyes completely bewitched by his delicious body and both your hands over his abdomen.

"You know I do, Daddy. It's so soft, so good to touch..." You mewled.

"You're so cute, babygirl" He chuckled tenderly as he slowly but steadily thrusted into you.

"Thanks, Daddy" you said in a cute voice and gave him a smile, as you felt his cock coming in and out of you, your pussy clenching.

Jake suddenly thrusted his huge cock harder into your pussy, his large tip suddenly reaching your womb, taking a surprised cry of pleasure out of you. His tip leaked so much precum inside your cervix and he couldn't wait to cum inside his little breeding slut.

"Daddy wants to breed you, princess. Does my muntxate want to carry my baby?" He enquired while he pounded your pussy even harder this time, his soft striped thighs slightly jiggling as they crashed into the softness of your own thighs.

"Yes, Daddy, please." You pleaded while gazing at his face with furrowed eyebrows.

"Say it like I taught you to." Jake grunted in a demanding tone.

"Please, breed me, Daddy. Please, put a baby on me..." You loved when he made you beg. It turned you on even more.

"That's right, babygirl. You make Daddy proud." His voice was shaking with sheer pleasure as he felt your warm, wet pussy milking his cock just so fucking well.

A few rough thrusts later, Jake let out a hoarse and loud groan as a strong load of his thick warm cum filled your insides.

He came out of you and a bit of his white seed was leaking from your pussy into the mat.

"We're gonna have to clean this mess, yawntutsyìp." Jake laughed, breath still heavy, as he shook his head from side to side, his fangs escaping from under his upper lip, making you think how insanely beautiful and charming your mate was. Jake would never stop making you sigh out of love and admiration of his beauty, even if the both of you had been mated for quite some time now.

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Taglist:

@yeosxxx

[lala1267]

Don't let momma know

Notes: I cringed making this since I'm not used to writing smuts lmfao. This was a request, btw. Reader is a virgin and calls Elvis daddy. Idk if this is good.

Innocent f reader x stepdad Elvis.

Warnings: SMUT. Elvis is the readers' step dad, pain, barely any swearing, Elvis is very rough and aggressive.

Summary: You were Elvis' stepdaughter until he turned you into his bitch.

From the times that Elvis scolded you to the times that he would cuddle you in his big arms, you would still feel a magnetic force that would draw your eyes to him. Ever since your mother and Elvis married, things have been different. You were used to doing what you wanted and living freely, but that all stopped when Elvis burst into your life. He was strict. You weren't allowed to disobey him, talk back to him, or be a bratt. But the one thing that Elvis had made clear to you was that you were not to have a boyfriend ever. This meant that you weren't allowed to have any friends who were boys. You weren't even allowed to talk to boys. You were very close with Elvis, though. You would cuddle him like a teddy bear and call him daddy as if he were your real father. But the one thing that you couldn't describe was the feeling of love. You loved Elvis, but it was a different kind of love, a kind that you could only invision.

You were doing your chores in the kitchen and working hard. You were even on your tiptoes as you bent yourself over the sink to reach the window sill. Your mother was at work, so you had to do the housework for today. The damp little blue towel in your hand leaked onto the floor. Your short, frilly pink dress hugged your figure perfectly. Thinning your waist and tucking in your baby fat. It was studded with little fabric flowers, but they were unfortunately hidden by your long, luscious locks that drapped over your shoulders and seeped down your back like a majestic waterfall. Your bare feet moved along the tile kitchen floor as you scrubbed and wiped the marble counters. Polishing them to a tea. You stood up straight and let out a loud sigh as you brought the back of your hand to your forehead that was slightly beaded with sweat. Your hand held the soaked towel above your chest, sending a good amount of droplets in-between your breasts and leaving a damp water mark. Your eyes shifted to your boobs, which were now glistening with bubbly warm water. Your bambi eyes rolled as you placed the towel on the counter and attempted to dry your now damp dress that stuck to your boobs. Suddenly, you felt a large set of hands wrap around your waist from behind. It came with a musky woody cologne scent. Your body turned itself around to find Elvis. He wore a lavish silk shirt and a pair of white flare jeans. A large gold belt got comfy just above his pelvis. Your eyes locked with his icey blues.

"Oh, hi daddy, you startled me."

You said, following it up with your childish laughter that was like a melody. Elvis' face didn't smile back.

"Why did ya stop doing your work, baby?"

He asked, his southern drawl leaving a tingle in the atmosphere that was slowly tensing.

"I just needed to dry my dress, I got some water on it."

Elvis' eyes shifted to your breasts that were coated in a shiny bubbly liquid. His hands still held your waist. They were slowly tightening.

"How about a dry that for ya, I don't want my baby to be all damp now."

"Ok daddy."

Your head nodded in agreement as you watched him grab a soft dry towel from the counter. One of his hands were still making themselves comfy on your waist as the other held the towel. He looked at your shiny, wet chest area before rubbing the dry towel over your pretty breasts. He made sure to get every crevasse. His fingertips slightly overlapped the fabric just so he could get a feel of your soft, delicate skin. He was taking an unusual amount of time. He seemed to be wiping even when the water was gone. He finally stopped and threw the towel back onto the polished counter before his attention drew back to you. His hands slowly rubbed your hips as he spoke.

"Your dress is still wet, come on, let's go get changed out of it, baby."

He didn't give you a chance to speak before his big veiny hand grasped your pretty little wrist tightly. His led you upstairs, practically dragging you. He led you into his room instead of yours. He sat you down on his king bed, the satin sheets were comfortable.

"I'm gonna get you a change of clothes, you stay here and be a good lil' girl."

He said his long finger pointed at you. He left, and you sat there just waiting patiently for your daddy to come and dress you up like a doll. The door knob twisted, and soon, Elvis walked back in. He held a few of your pastel coulored clothes in one of his hands. Your excitement bubbled inside of you as you waited for him to undress you. He walked over to you and placed the clothes next to you on the bed.

"Stand up, princess."

He said. You did just that. Sooner or later, his hands began to unzip your dress. Revealing your bare back. He let the dress swiftly fall to the ground as he watched your body unveail. His white teeth bit into his plush lips as he stared at your body. Your bra perfectly held up your boobs, pushing them together a little. Your white panties were studded with a singular pink little bow in the front. Your thighs had the perfect amount of chub as your waist was curved. Your colar bones spread out from your neck all the way to the ends of your shoulders like branches. Your ribcage was slightly visible around your chest area.

His eyes couldn't seem to be pryed from your body.

"Daddy, Daddy?"

You said, attempting to pull him from his lustful daze. His eyes finally met yours.

"Daddy, are you gonna dress me now?"

You asked. He stepped forward to your fragile body, his hands gliding along your torso and his eyes wandering along your body. His touch made you feel all fuzzy inside.

"Well, I think I like ya better without clothes."

He said as his eyes were still searching every inch of your body. You felt your cheeks flush red as a cheeky smile played up on your soft face, dimpling your cheeks.

"Am I flattering ya, baby?"

He asked as his body inched closer to yours. You could feel his hot breath blow on your face.

"No, never!"

You protested playfully as you tried to hide your underlying love. You felt an unknown liquid begin to pool in your panties, causing you to cross your legs as butterflies fluttered around in your stomach. What was happening? You've never felt this before.

"Don't lie to me, baby. I might have to teach ya a lesson."

He said as his face was only centermeters away. A smug grin appeared on his lips, sending the butterflies in your stomach on a rampage. He looked into your eyes.

"I, uh, I ain't -"

Your cute little stuttering episode was quickly interrupted by Elvis' lips on yours. Your stepfather was kissing you. You couldn't pull away, even if you wanted to. His hands explored your body as his tongue lapped around yours. This was amazing to you. You've never had a kiss, let alone have a kiss with your stepdad! The wetness in your panties only worsened, forcing your legs against eachover. You could taste the cigar smoke on his tongue as he kissed you like there was no tomorrow. Suddenly, you felt your body get lifted up by his big hands. His hands squeezed your ass as he carried you before throwing you onto the satin sheets of his bed. His hungry eyes examined your body once more before he bent down to your level. His hands gripped the soft lace fabric of your bra before tearing it off like an animal. You felt your nipples harden as the cold air met with them. He didn't waste any time snatching your panties off either. His hands held onto the edges of them before he pulled them from your ass to your ankles. He discarded them onto the floor.

He looked down at your bare body, biting his lips and tugging on himself. He bent down to kiss your pretty colar bones. You felt your eyes flutter shut as he sucked and bit your skin seductively. This was so new to you. You were still a virgin. His lips kissed your breasts and chest area, leaving dark purple hikey marks. His hands gripped your waist aggressively as he kissed your skin. Your hands held onto his velvet black hair as he worked his magic. He kissed your abdomen as he looked up at you through his dark lashes. You could see his sly grin form as he looked at you. He soon stood up tall and began to unbuckle his golden belt that shimmered in the light. A click sound could be heard as his belt fell to the floor. You looked up at him with a worried expression, you had to tell him.

"Daddy stop!"

You said desperately as you sat yourself up and looked up at him. He looked down at you and raised a brow.

"What's wrong, baby?"

He asked. His voice was soft and kind. You bit your lip as you broke eye contact with him. A million thoughts clouded your head.

"I've never done this before."

"I know, my baby, I'll be gentle, I promise."

He said as his once dark eyes returned to the usual cool blue. You looked up at him, your brows still furrowed, and lip still pouted.

"Baby, you can trust me. I will make ya feel good, I promise. I would never go rough on my lil' babygirl."

He said as his hands played along your body delicately. You believed him.

"Ok, Daddy."

You said as you layed back down onto the silk sheets. He gave you a reassuring look. His hands wrapped around your hips before dragging you towards him forcefully, making your breasts bounce. His hands fiddled with his zippers before his pants fell down to his ankles. Revealing his hard cock. It sprang up against his lower belly before he stepped closer. You looked at his cock in awe, it was so big. He carefully pulled your hips towards him and opened your model legs. A grin appeared on his face.

"So wet for me already huh?"

He said as he chuckled slightly. He grasped his cock in his hands before aligning it with your wet cunt. You felt the tip touch your folds, forcing your mouth to open and your eyes to glue shut. Without warning, he thrusted into you forcefully, making you gasp out of shock. A strong pain coursed through you as he thrusted into you like you were his toy. It hurt. You bit your lip, and your doll eyes watered up. He took notice.

"Don't worry, baby, the pain will be over in a minute. You're gonna feel real good, trust me."

He said as his hips clapped against your skin. You were getting worried as the pain only worsened. You felt some tears escape your eyes as your body bouced up and down. Your whimpers slowly turned into moans as the pain drifted away and disintegrated. You began to moan in pleasure as he hunched over you. He carried on abusing your cunt with his gigantic cock as he grunted into your ear. You felt like you were in heaven. His grunts and sighs only grew louder as he punished your body. He stood up straight to take a look at your pretty self, bouncing and moaning for him. His large hand situated itself on your neck, only allowing you little air. His gripped your neck, his nails dug into the soft skin, making you squeal a bit.

"It's alright baby, j-just be a good girl and t-take it...oh god."

He said through his teeth as he continued his assault on your poor body. It hurt so bad but felt so good. His large cock stretched your walls, making your moans only grow louder. You looked at the beads of sweat from his forehead, fall onto your naked body like tears. His damp hair stuck to his forehead. He bit his lip as he continued to thrust into you like there was no tomorrow.

You felt a heat build up in your abdomen. It slowly made its way lower. Your eyes squeezed shut, and you felt your body jolt and twitch. You had no idea what was happening, but it felt good. Suddenly a watery substance began to ooze out of your cunt and onto Elvis' dick. A loud moan left your lips as your hips raised. You felt your legs shake and tremble. You let out a sigh before you relaxed. You felt a wave of tiredness and sleepyness wash over you like a tidal wave.

"Daddy, I think I'm done, that was so good."

You say with a weak smile. He looked down at you and shook his head side to side.

"I ain't done with ya yet, baby."

He said sternly before turning your body over forcefully. He made you get into a doggy position before he carried on thrusting into you. You wanted to go to sleep, but if this is what your daddy wanted, then you were obliged to listen. He slapped your ass harshly, leaving a red handprint and forcing a yelp out of you. Your body bounced aggressively as he did so. His large hand gripped your precious hair, he pulled on it strongly. Your head jolted back as he tugged your hair and dragged it. You whimpered as you felt the sting of your scalp. Your back arched like a cat as he was hitting it.

"You're gonna take t-this like a-a good girl."

He stated sternly, not giving you a choice. All you could do was whimper and moan like a kitten. His grip on your hair worsened. Soon, he was tugging your hair too harshly, causing another round of tears to flow from your eyes. He slapped your ass a few more times with his big hand. That was definitely going to bruise. Suddenly you felt a warm substance shoot out of his cock and fill you up. Your eyes widened as your knees weakened. You let out the loudest moan, and it echoed around the room. You could hear Elvis grunt and breathe heavily as the liquid only carried in shooting into your battered pussy.

"Oh, oh....fuck."

He said with his shaky breath. You felt his dick twitch inside of you as his cream fully filled you. He pulled out of you, a white liquid came gushing out of you before your poor body collapsed onto the bed that was now covered in yours and Elvis' cum. You breathed out and tried to process what had just happened as your exhausted body shut down. Elvis lied down next to you and pulled you close. His hair was soaking wet, and so was yours. You felt his arms pull you close to him.

"I knew you could do it. My good girl."

He said breathlessly into your ear as you felt his chest heave up and down against your back.

"Don't tell momma about this, or it won't end well for you."

He said. You lay there, struggling to process this all.

[cindol]

᧔♡᧓ 𝐁𝐎𝐗𝐄𝐑!𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈, 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃!

yuki tsukumo x fem reader

cw— wagon and bum is used as an synonym for ass, written in hc format, pet names(hun, sweetheart), modern au, yuki is 26 and y/n is 23, y/n has a kind of coquette style of dressing, very wlw

synopsis— couple of hcs of yuki bein a boxer.

wc: 1608 words

boxer!yuki who you always see at your fathers boxing practice center. You didn’t find boxing or any sport interesting, only ever hanging around because your dad wanted to just show you an idea of boxing since he thought in your mind one day you would get into the sport yourself. Once you laid eyes on yuki when seeing her with a sweaty forehead and panting taking a break to sip water it was almost love at first sight for you, maybe it was because you were so use to seeing usually muscular men at this boxing center that it was like a breath of fresh air seeing also a strong woman but a pretty face too. It must’ve been her first day in here or your first time noticing her

When she turned her attention away from your father and shot you a smile with a far away mouth kiss it made you wanna squeal, which you embarrassingly did and caught the attention of many active members of this center and your father’s attention. Your father turned to look at you with a smile already on his face at you with his hands ushering you to come introduce yourself. You skipped over entering the boxing square

with you and yuki inches apart your father introduced the both of you.“yuki, my precious daughter y/n, y/n my newest client here!” He said it with an enthusiastic tone in his voice, sounding so proud of yuki. Yuki stretched her hand out to shake yours. Looking at her hand it was strong looking with some veins. Yuki laughed at how you stared so intensely at her hand.“don’t be shy now, it don't bite or something, just a friendly little hand.” She teased, still inching her hand until you shook it, joining your smaller hand with her strong one.

“She’s not usually this shy, always has a loud mouth on her.” Your father nudged your side, making you hiss.”I'm sure she’ll come around, just a shy girl huh?” It made no sense why that made you bashful.

boxer!yuki who you got more comfortable around being around her in the boxing center. When yuki would take a break you would be right there for her squirting water in her mouth. She would just give you a smile and a tired “thanks hun”

boxer!yuki who always drives you home on her motorcycle when it’s late at night. She doesn’t trust these streets and wouldn’t want her current trainer's sweet daughter having something happen to her god forbid. She even brought you a cute light pink motorcycle helmet to wear while you wrap your arms around her waist and she drives. Once you two arrived she always gave words of advice.“it’s dangerous in these streets hun, should really be careful or hire some chauffeur. Wouldn’t want a pretty face like yours getting roughed up” she said it in a soft tone making you giggle.“I’m a tough girl yuki, I can take a lot more than you know!” She couldn’t even explain how you said that almost made her make an unintelligible noise.

“Well, I’m always here y’know? If you need someone roughed or need to be teached to rough some dick up hit ya girl up.” She left you patting your head.

boxer!yuki who’s number you exchanged with and you constantly spoke to. It was better for you since you never had to see her in person unless on FaceTime, it got you more bold talking to her, never having to shy away from her or look her in the eyes. On rare times the two of you would be on FaceTime you would be showing an outfit off to her. Yuki loved this past time of yours never talking and just watching with her phone propped up on something. When you show off your bodhi black satin bow mini dress with black baby doll hills and a cute black purse with a large pink bow on it.

“So? Do we like?” With her legs spread watching she hummed, scratching her chin.“do a 360 spin for me.” you rolled your eyes with a slight smile on your shiny lips, she always needed a spin before making her mind up but you always did what she asked of you so you did a slow spin not seeing her lip bite and her legs spread more at seeing the wagon you had not being shy to show even with that cute dress on. Turning around you faced forward.“well enough ogling me yuki! Gimme your feedback. I don't wanna go out looking like a damn fool.”

yuki raised a brow at your bold tone but couldn’t say she didn’t hate it, she liked how you were changing from this shy trainer’s daughter to a girl with more confidence and bite.”I like sweetheart, makes your bum look quite nice too.” She did an okay sign with her fingers making you gasp but giggle at her playful flirting.

boxer!yuki who always notices you at the center when you walk in early at 7AM. You popped out nicely in an area of men dressed in hoodies and sweats looking to learn how to box in your usual pretty clothing. It was normal now for yuki to always greet you with a warm hug, her hands going a bit further on your lower back

boxer!yuki who’s always being mistaken as your lover by strangers at the boxing center or just in public. New onlookers at the center would be under the impression that she was your girlfriend with how she called you over and how you tended to her in the practice box and the way you tied up her blonde hair while remaining eye contact with her and giggling about some random conversation you both were having.

Or another instance when you’re shopping at the mall and she’s mistaken for your girlfriend once again. It always happens when yuki decides to be nice and pay for your things. When ringing the items you brought the female employee would snort and do a small chuckle once yuki pulled her card out to pay.”paying for your girlfriend's stuff today? So cute” yuki chuckled, scratching her head while you had a bashful look.”o-oh no no! Me and her are just good good friends.” yet the way you said it wasn’t convincing to this employee.

boxer!yuki who isn’t fond of the way other men who frequently visit the boxing center talk about you when you’re not around. Hearing how they talk about your body and corrupting you gives her the hugest ick and the ick gets bigger when they try to spit game at her, convincing some imaginary threesome but the conversation always ends with them being laughed at and made out of a joke by her

boxer!yuki who celebrates all her biggest accomplishments with you. When she found out her boxing coach landed her a boxing match with a promoter her reaction was to call you immediately. Her excitement was so much that she just had to see you in person. Before you even let out a happy congratulations she was hugging your body making you fall onto your own bed. It was awkward for a moment just having yuki look at you underneath her then chuckling.”just couldn’t help it, without your dad and your support I wouldn’t have gotten through this y’know?”

“You know I’ll always be there in support of you yuki.” She never knew just how true those words are.

boxer!yuki starts up as an amateur boxer but slowly builds up with you always there to cheer her on in some mini dress with a small bow in the center. It was due to her strength she always won the fight but just seeing you cheer her on like some crazy girlfriend made her encouraged to always use her fists and headbuts. Once declared the winner she gave you a crazed smile with blonde on her face making your heart throb at her antics.

As she grew, boxer!yuki never wanted to see you having any type of struggle. Always wanting to spoil you with materialistic clothing and things even when you denied it.

boxer!yuki who as she grew from being an ammature boxer brought you up to the top with her as her official girlfriend, always going to boxing events with you on your arm introducing you to her circle of more popular boxing friends.

boxer!yuki who knows how dangerous the boxing scene can be with it having a male dominated space with aggressive sports fans and being a woman with a partner of the opposite sex she knew they would not only go after her but also you. With her new found flow of money she always made sure you had a bodyguard protecting you on trips or any public place, small pictures always spotted of you shopping at a mall for the newest cute white blouse you saw.

boxer!yuki who makes you her manager. It concerns you thinking people may take it the wrong way but she brushes that off.”fuck em, if Kris Jenner or whatever can be a mom and manager of her kids then why can’t I have a girlfriend manager?” It makes you giggle nodding along at her logic”can definitely see that then.”

“plus,” she rubbed her hand on your belly.”could just get you pregnant with some kinda donor since they’re so damn worried and really make you a momager,” you gasped just slapping her arm in shock.

[sim-patelle]

Dad Ushijima - Headcanons

fluff, two daughters (10 y/o gap between them), mentions of sex, much love, no warnings

The man loves you and his daughters endlessly, no one could rip him away from his family

It felt like a dozen of white doves would greet him when your little daughter would jump into the bed to wake you both up, feeling at peace as he looks at her

"wake uuup~!" chimes from her, messy hair and her little chameleon plushie in her arm

Your husband looks at you with a tired smile, greeting you into a new day with a press from his hand in your intertwined hands

Tired footsteps from your elder daughter appear from the doorframe, a yawning haunting your teenage daughter

"she woke me up first.. So I said to her we'd make breakfast for you two"

You looked so proud to your both kids, slowly sitting up and leaning onto the board of the bed, your husband following the same steps

Your daughter brought two tablets onto your boths laps

Each of you having a tea, two toasts with marmalade and a fruit bowl in front of you

"and you both did that?" Ushijima asks, looking to his daughters with a loving gaze in his eyes

"yes yes! I made the fruity bowl for you!" said his little daughter proudly, falling into a crossed-legged position with her plush

You snickered lightly, looking at the 'fruits' in his bowl

Some big apple pieces, mandarins, a chopped carrot, chopped pieces of a peach and some little tomatos are visible in his bowl

Even your elder daughter had a little mischievous smile on her tired face, sitting on the side of your bed

But Ushijima loved the appreciation from his little daughter, rushing his big hand through her hair, covering her scalp

"that is so kind from you" he said in a calm tone, smiling lightly and starting to eat his 'fruit' bowl

Your elder daughter looked a bit perplexed to her father

But you just enjoy his smile

His smile went much more brighter as you started a family with him. In former days, he didn't even have a soft gaze on his face, only being a little less stiff from his usual behavior when he was with you alone

Your daughters were the whole peace for you two, sharing even more love in this family

Even at the lower times, when you and your teenage daughter had some various disagreements, Ushijima would try to always keep the peace between you, helping you to understand his daughter

Sometimes these both would even revel against you, but it was mostly loving to see the deep connection in the family

Your elder daughter is more of a daddy's girl, while your younger kid loves the affection and time you spend with her

Ushijima always gazes at you with a caring face when you lift up your daughter and snuggle

Your little nose kisses you give your kid and the charming laughter from his daughter, brings his heart to melt

He loves you even more everytime you do this

Ushijima then always plays with the thought to have a third baby, but you always could overrule him with the fact that your youngest daughter is still needing attention to grow up

The age difference between your kids is a bit large, being 10 years

But your daughters love each other and your elder kid even sometimes helps you out with her sister when you have stressful days

Sometimes when Ushijima helps out your teenager in math's and science, you see yourself sitting there, struggling with the instructions from your father

But because your daughter has the stubborness from you, it's a calming tutoring lesson, you wished you had too

You are so proud of Ushijima, always treating him with short kisses throughout the day

Sometimes when the time is on your side, you both make out in the bathroom or your bedroom, you having your struggles to silence yourself when he's whispering dirty things into your ear while he kisses your collarbone, his hands caressing your whole body with rough movements

It's hard to really have sex with him while you have a toddler in your house

but it's extra thrilling for Ushijima to treat you roughly in the night while you have to keep quiet, trying not to wake your kid next door

Eventually when you would be too stressed out and fall asleep on the couch, Ushijima plays with his little daughter in her room

When you wake up and wonder where your husband went, you'd always find him in the kids room, sitting next to your daughter and playing cars or puppets with encouragement

He is the definition of a perfect father in your eyes

When he gets home, your teenage daughter fist bumps his father causally, walking up the stairs to go to her room

Your younger daughter would geek and run up to him, cuddling his leg

His hand always always strokes through her hair

But when he turns around to you, his hands wrap around your waist, giving you a passionate kiss on your lips and a last little one on your forehead

It always brings your heart to melt, even though you get this every day

His daughters have a tricot of him and never giving them back

For you, he's the definition of a percent father

Sometimes even you want a father like him, getting all the love you deserve

But you already get it, the love he shares in this family, it's also for you, it comes from you

You both love your daughters endlessly

More than to the moon and back

[yelenasdiary]

Forbidden || Chapter III Stranger

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Bishop! Reader.

Summary: Just outside of the small town of Blisswater, lives two young sisters, Kate & Y/n Bishop. It's hard not to know who the Bishops are, Kate is the eldest by a year. She is a beautiful young woman, smart, protective and is known to have a talent in using a bow. Y/n, she is shy but quiet as some would say but nevertheless, she holds her own talents and can often be seen tending to the animals of Bishop Ranch. One evening while Kate is out hunting to make some money, Y/n is surprised with an unwanted guest, Yelena Belova. A bounty Hunter from Drybellow who has taken shelter in the young Bishop's barn after being wounded from a gun fight.

Struggling to keep money following, Y/n has no choice but to take the bounty hunter's offer of $5 a day if she is able to help the woman recover. During Yelena's stay, the two grow closer, a little too close if the wrong pair of eyes were to see them.

Warnings:Homophobia (given the time setting, reader believes same sex relations are wrong), Mentions of sexism, Mentions of arson, Parental Death (Wanda’s), Mentions of Guns, Mentions of Murder, Unwanted Male Attention | 3.2K

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The sun ever so slightly peaked over the open land telling me I had woken up earlier than I normally would. It was still dark out, the dark clouds covering the sky as rain continued to cover the land. I assumed it was the deep fear of Kate stumbling into my room and seeing a complete stranger in my bed that I had woken up earlier, I knew I had to be up before her and keep her from finding out. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I'm still so worried about Yelena, she looked so peaceful sleeping but still wasn't out of the woods. Wanda should hopefully be back from wherever she has gone tomorrow, I wish had given me a rough time as to when she'd be stopping by. 

I quietly crept out of my room to get Yelena's herbal tea ready before she woke up, placing it on the small wooden bedside table. She turned in her sleep, slowly opening her eyes, she greeted me with a soft smile that made me feel warm. I smiled back, "good morning" I whispered, "I didn't mean to wake you. I just brought in your morning tea. Wanda should be back tomorrow so only 2 or 3 more mugs of this tea!" I assured her. She made the effort to side up, taking the mug to warm her hands. 

The weather was a little on the colder end, the storm last night hasn't ended. The sound of rain drops falling on the wood roof was one of my favorite sounds, I wasn't prepared to see the mess the wild wings had caused. 

"You know, I'm surprised this tea seems to be working. I don't feel like my temperance is a high today. Who is this magical woman with the herbal goods?" Yelena replied in a whisperer.

"Most people around her actually believe she's magical. She's lovely and I hope you get to meet her one day"

"Wait, you go this tea from a witch?" Yelena asked, cocking her brow. 

"She's not a witch. She's misunderstood" I correct her, "before she moved her, she used to live in a large city well over the Grand Point Mountains. She grew up there with her parents and twin brother. Her parents owned one of the smaller post offices just outside the city and on weekends Wanda would help her mother while Pietro would be off doing something with their dad. Wanda's mother let her sell stuff for a few cents, but people believed she was experimenting in witchcraft and began to harass her family. One night before closing, her parents were locked in the build as it was set on fire. Her parents died in the flames, leaving Wanda and Pietro to leave the city" I explained. 

"What do you think? Do you think she's a witch like everybody else?" Yelena asked after a moment of silence. I shrugged, "what she is and what she isn't has no effect on me. She's kind to me and has never given me a reason to be cruel to her. Word travels and now the people in Blisswater treat her with no respect"

Yelena hummed at my reply before she took a mouthful of her tea, "you're a very interesting person, Y/n Bishop" she spoke after letting the tea warm her insides. 

I'm not sure why but the way she said my name made my stomach flutter and I found myself unable to look her in the eyes. "Well, I could say the same about you, bounty hunter Yelena Belova" I replied. 

"I'm not near as interesting as you are" she said, taking another mouthful of her tea. I looked at her, "I'm not sure what you find so interesting about me, I've never done anything as cool as you. I mean, you get to be a bounty hunter! You're free to travel the land for free, you can handle yourself in many situations but me? All I know is Blisswater and it's surroundings" 

Yelena placed her mug back on the wooden table before she looked up at me, "that's how you see things? I haven't seen much, but I've heard enough" she says, "that peter boy, he's head over heels for you and he's not a bad looking guy. But you don't look twice at him, why is that?" she asked. 

"Peter has been in love with me since he learned the word love. I don't know what love feels like when it's not for your family, but I know that what he feels for me isn't what I feel for him" 

"Are you to marry him?" Yelena asked. I shook my head, "my father thinks he's a wonderful young gentlemen and would like to see me marry him, but he always says he just wants me to be happy. My mother says that one day I will have to find somebody because this world isn't made for women on their own" I replied.

Yelena cocked a brow at my last sentence, "but you are clearly proof that a woman can do just fine on her own" I quickly added. She chuckled lightly making my cheeks once again have a warm sensation to them. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" I asked to break any silence that may have come next. 

"You know, you should probably tell your sister that I am here, it might make things easier for you" she chuckled lightly once more, "I need to use the toilet, so I guess, whenever you think it's safe, let me know" she added. 

"Of course, um, Kate and I are probably going to make a trip to town to sell the elk meat so we'll be gone for a little while" I replied, "but I can't tell her about you, not until I find the right time to explain things" I added with a nervous smile. Yelena took another mouthful of her tea before giving me a nod, "yes ma'am" she said. 

I smiled softly just before I heard Kate letting Lucky out the back door, "and on that note, I'll be back when I can" I said in a whisperer before leaving my room, greeting Kate with a stretch. "Good morning" I smiled. 

"If you say so" she replied, she was never much of a morning person until she'd had a coffee to wake herself up a little. I followed her into the kitchen and took a seat at the dining table as she began to make her coffee. "So, did you want to get lunch at the saloon today? Something different for once" I suggested, wanting to earn Yelena some extra time to relax without worrying. 

"Sounds good to me, doesn't look like the rain is going to let up anytime soon. We'll sell the elk meat to the butcher and grab a few things from Mr Barton then we can get some lunch" 

"Maybe we could even stop by the post office and see if there is anything from mom and dad" I added. Kate turned and smiled softly to me, almost as if she didn't want to make me worry but I knew deep down she had her own theories about where our parents were. 

"Sure, won't hurt to check" she replied, pouring her hot coffee into a tin mug. 

"I'll go get dressed and feed Arrow and Lucky while I wait for you" I said, excusing myself from the kitchen and returning to my room. 

"Why the long face?" Yelena whispered. I opened my dresser and began to pick out my outfit, trying not to let my mind think about how much I missed my parents. "I wouldn't want to bother you with my problems" I replied as I grabbed a top. 

"I'm pretty sure I would win that argument but it's okay, you don't have to talk about it, I am a stranger after all" 

I couldn't help but sigh, I wasn't sighing at Yelena or her comment but because I missed my parents. How could they have just disappeared? Deep down I know something has happened to them, but I try my best to ignore that thought and think maybe they are just so busy, and father is caught up on a business deal. I turned to Yelena, my shoulders felt heavy, and I could feel tears trying to break their way through. 

"My parents have been missing for months. Not a single letter in the mail from them. I'm just worried about them is all" I whispered, fighting back my tears. 

There was a brief moment of silence before Yelena spoke again, "How about when I'm better, I'll see what I can find out" she offered. My eyes widened at the offer but quickly remembered to keep quiet. "Would you? I mean, I wouldn't want to put you out in any way, I just" I paused for a moment as my mind flashed back to the last memory I had of my parents. Father helped mother up onto the wagon before loading the last of their luggage, a smile from mother as she waved goodbye, reminding Kate and I to be safe. 

I remember the night before they left, father came into my room and told me how he was going to bring me back some paint that would last me a good few months. He said he missed my paintings and wanted me to paint him and mother something wonderful to hang up in the living room. 

"I miss them so much" I finally added. 

"Then I must recovery quickly then" Yelena threw me a playful wink. Her gesture made me smile softly before I turned to close the dresser, "do you mind?" I asked kindly. Yelena nodded and pulled my bed cover over my head to allow me to get dressed, I got dressed as quickly as I could just so I could spare a few small minutes with Yelena. 

"Do you think maybe a little later you could share some more of your bunty hunting stories?" I asked in a whisper as I fixed my hair in the mirror. Yelena slowly pulled the covers off her head and looked at me through the mirror, "I think I could do that" she smiled softly. 

"Y/n, are you ready?" I heard Kate call.

"Coming!" I called back, "I'll see you later" I said quietly to Yelena before leaving the room and meeting Kate in the kitchen again. "It looks like the rain is starting to pick up, I'll go feed Arrow, you feed Lucky and then we'll go" my sister said, downing the last mouthful of her coffee before placing her mug in the sink. 

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We sold the elk meat and made $8 but the butcher, Mr Austin always likes to give Kate a little extra. You'll find that almost everybody in Blisswater is generous and friendly, we all help each other out. It's almost like we are one giant family! After that, we made our way to Mr Barton. 

"Good morning girls!" He greeted us with a warm smile.

"Morning!" Kate replied shortly after me. 

"What can I do for you this morning?" Mr Barton asked, putting away a revolver in the lock up behind him. "I just need some new arrows, went hunting the other day and lost a few" Kate replied as she made her way over to the arrows. "Catch anything worth it?" He asked. 

"An elk, not bad skin but could've been better" Kate said. 

These two always bond over their hunting skills and love for hunting, he's taught Kate a few tips and tricks when it comes to using a bow. Usually, I just stand in the background and wait for their conversations to be over with but this morning, Mr Barton's daughter, Lila, was helping him today. 

"They talk a lot, don't they?" She smiled at me. I chuckled, "they do"

"Is there anything I can do for you?" She asked me, I shook my head, "I'm just here with Kate, she needs new arrows! How's Cooper?" I asked, that's her older brother. 

"He is fine, he's was supposed to help father today but mother needed a man's help back home so I swapped" she explained, "hey did you hear about the gunshots the other night? People are saying the infamous Loki, and his gang are hanging around town" she added. I wondered if this was how Yelena got hurt. 

Loki and his gang are basically famous for their crimes of robbing banks, sometimes even killing people in their homes. If he and his gang are hanging around, it won't be ideal for Kate and I to be seen at home without our parents. 

"No, I mean, I heard the gun shots, but I didn't think it had anything to an outlaw gang" I replied.

"Father and I saw some men come out of the saloon earlier, not faces I'd ever seen around here before" Lila said, "best to be extra careful" she added. I nodded at her words, "Thank you for the heads up. Kate and I are headed there for lunch after they stop yapping" I replied making her chuckle. "It might be a while; you know these two" she joked. We both chuckled, making Kate and Mr Barton turn around to look at us. 

"What's so funny over there?" Mr Barton asked. 

"Oh, nothing father, just get back to your hunting talk" Lila teased making her father playfully shake his head at us. 

While I was waiting for Kate to finish her hunting topics with Mr Barton, an unfamiliar face entered the store. He was tall, maybe six-foot! His hair was dark brown and he had green eyes, his coat brushed ever so slightly against the floor. 

"Oi, gunsmith! Can I get some service around here?" he demanded as he made his way to the counter. 

"Of course, I'll be right there" Mr Barton replied. Kate looked over to me and nodded towards the door, suggesting it was time for us to leave. "What can I get for you?" Mr Barton asked. The tall man placed a shotgun onto the counter and demanded that Mr Barton clean the weapon while he stocked up on ammo and gun oil. As Kate and I walked out of the store two other men that didn't look very happy were waiting outside. 

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing" one man said as he looked my sister up and down. I noticed Kate rolled her eyes at his comment, it wasn't flattering, and Kate didn't seem to like it. "Give us a smile doll" he added. 

"Get a real job, loser!" Kate muttered, pulling me close to her side as we walked. 

"Oh, come on sweet thing, don't be like that. Come play with a real man" we heard the guy call out. 

Once we got to the saloon, we took a seat near the window. "I don't want you hanging out town by yourself right now" Kate said as she took off her coat and hung it over the back of her chair. "You don't have to tell me twice, Lila told me all about it" I replied. Kate nodded before she took a seat, "what can I get you ladies?" Mr Barnes smiled. 

"Surprise me!" I smiled back, I wasn't sure what I felt on the menu, and it was always fun when Mr Barnes would surprise me. "You got it, Kate, what can I get you?" He asked. I watched my sister's eyes scan the menu of three options while the drunken men by the bar caught more of her attention then the menu did, "what's the story there?" Kate asked. 

"Just another gang rolling through town, heard a few of them talking about plans to head north, I wouldn't worry to much about them" Mr Barnes assured us, but I could tell that Kate wasn't assured at all. "Roasted catfish and veg will be fine" Kate smiled but her eyes drifted back to the men.

"I bet mother and father's letters are just travel as much as they are" I joked in hopes it would lighten the mood, but Kate looked at me, smiled softly and let out a light sigh. "Y/n, I know you don't want to face the reality of this but I thin-"

"Kate, please don't say it" I cut her off, "I know you think I'm too scared to admit but I know okay? I know they are probably lying face out in the ditch somewhere, but I still think there is hope! Even if we never see them again, they could've sent a letter!" I snapped, storming out of the saloon. 

"Y/n, wait!" I heard Kate's voice not far behind me. I don't like making a scene, but I wish Kate would be a little more understanding of my feelings, she acts as though I am supposed to be like her and act like our missing parents have been dead for many years. "Would you just wait up a second!" Kate ran up to me, gently grabbing me by the arm. 

"I didn't mean to upset you" she said, looking me in my eyes while I fought back tears, "I just don't want you to keep being disappointed when there isn't a letter. I miss them too, I wish they never left but it's just you and I for now, okay?" 

I nodded before she pulled me in for a comforting hug, "let's have lunch, check the post office and head home then we can do whatever you want, sound good?" She spoke. I nodded once more before the two of us walked back to the saloon to enjoy lunch. 

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"We'll try again next week" Kate smiled softly as we walked out the path to our home, I gave her a fake smile in reply. I really hoped that this would be the day that I'd be walking this path reading aloud a letter from our parents, it gave me something to look forward to. "Here, I got you something to cheer you up" Kate spoke, handing me a candy bar, "thanks!!" I smiled as I quickly ripped into it. 

"You were supposed to save it for after dinner" she chuckled, opening the front door. My eyes widen when I saw Yelena standing in the hall with a cup in her hand. Kate quickly grabbed the closest thing to a weapon, "who the hell are you?!" She said sternly. I dropped my candy bar, "Kate, it's okay!" I said, standing in front of her. If it were possible, you'd be able to see the steam coming from Kate's ears.

"Y/n, why is there a stranger in our home?!" She asked. 

"I can see you're mad, but I can explain everything!" I replied but she ignored me, "you, outside, now!" Kate looked through me to Yelena who didn't say a word but followed Kate's instructions meanwhile I did my best to try and calm my sister down. "Who are you and what do you want?" Kate asked sternly. 

Yelena looked directly into Kate's eyes, suddenly it was like I didn't even exist in the moment. "My names Yelena. Yelena Belova and your sister here has been helping me, I took cover in your barn after being shot, as you can see. I've been paying her $5 a day for her troubles" Yelena explains. Kate turns to look at me, eyes full of anger, "you have a lot to explain" she muttered.

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Sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ

reading time ⥂ 20 minutes/5.4k

prompt┆ requested by anonymous ⥂ heyyy can i request some toji oneshot about his degradation + praise kink at the same time and also breeding kink?🤤 that man have these kind of kink altogether lmao, and followed by an aftercare if its possible

tags ⥂ 𝐦𝐝𝐢, PwP, fluff, heavy aftercare is always needed after intense scenes for not only sub but for the dom as well, light angst, jealous!possessive!toji, painslut!reader, established relationship, bdsm, heavy daddy/princess/baby girl, light mommy/good boy, degrading praise with some humiliation, breeding w talk of pregnancy, mirror sex, size kink/too big, no prep, knife/blood, carving, collar/leash, biting, making out, manhandling, reassurance, encouragement, choking, painal, switching between holes - toji had you clean for it, mind break, safe work check, some cnc/fear play/power play, buzzed whilst fucking, squirting, forced orgasm

all works

Tugging on the leash, the collar chokes you whilst it digs into your throat. Tightening your grasp on the edge of the bed. A strangle cry of “Dad-!” Slips past your puffy lips, still throbbing from Toji’s bites.

Toji snaps, “Stay still! We cant’s have Daddy’s little slut getting her tramp stamp messed up.” Slowly twirling the knife whilst forcing it deeper to make the circle for the i of his name.

Admiring his handy work, his name in big letters on your back. Toji’s cock throbs as more blood trickles from the cuts on your back. Whilst he holds the knife up.

Your cut up back, baring his name making his heart pound. And his thoughts cloud with lust. Having you at his mercy collared, begging for him with fat tears rolling down his cheeks awakens a sickening sadistic need.

The red so beautiful against color of your skin. It’s almost as lovely as the color of your pussy lips, and hole when spit open by his pale cock.

He groans, “Look at yourself! You’re nothing but my beautiful pathetic cock sleeve.” Toji wraps the chain leash around his hand, yanking on it. Forcing you to arch your back, your tits pushing outwards.

Giving you a view of a women with a chest covered in bites, cuts and a little bit of blood. With mascara running down from her her cheeks. Whilst a large man straddles her thighs, with a wide feral grin on his face. And a frightening insatiable hunger in his dark eyes.

Dragging the knife up your back whilst groaning, “Cornering you, pinning you down, ripping you’re clothes off and forcing you to take my fat cock in your tiny holes just to make you scream and beg me to stop because I’m too big for you to handle.” The collar slackens, air rushes into your burning lungs. Whilst you pant grabbing the soft blanket underneath.

Moaning to you, “Fuck! I love that shit more than you know. I don’t have to hide what a dirty old pervert I am not to you. Since you’re a cock hungry slut.” Your back stings whilst your pussy throbs. Catching your breath and whining,

“Daddy’s too much, scary and angry.” He sets the knife to side, roughly smacking both of your cheeks.

Toji says, “I want to hear you beg me to stop. Whilst I fuck your pussy till she is gapping, dripping my cum and hurting. The overwhelming need to bruise and break your body. It’s maddening how rough I want to get to you, having to watch my own strength so I don’t break your holes.”

Despite how much you trust Toji fear fills your body. Adrenaline rushes through you as a overwhelming mind clouding need to run. Whilst your arousal makes you want to beg for more.

The contrasting want and need tightening within you for dominance. Whilst Toji slides two of his fingers up your slit. Scooping as much of your slick as he can, spreading his fingers in front of your face, clear slick strings in between.

Toji says, “You’re so wet for me.”Stuffing both his fingers into your mouth. Adding, “You can’t help but be beautiful. The love bites on your neck faded since I was gone so long.” Gagging on Toji’s fingers when he presses them deeper into your throat.

He says, “You looked so pouty trying to get him to go away. But that doesn’t mean I’m not pissed someone else thought they had a chance.” Smearing your slick on your tongue with his rough large fingers. Both of his fingers filling your mouth.

Toji grunts, “You can be a good girl and let Daddy take his anger out on both your holes. You’re doing so good already, all you have to do is take my fat cock.” Slipping his fingers out of your mouth. The taste of yourself mixing with the lingering taste of Toji’s pre-cum on.

You say, “I don’t want him, only you Daddy! You fuck me mindless daddy then kiss me better afterwards and I love it so much. I can’t get enough. Even if I have to wait weeks for you to come home. The thought of you is better than being with someone else.”

Grabbing his cock, smearing your spit over his veiny cock. Which hangs between your legs, his fat tip having made a wet spot on the blanket.

Yanking in the leash pulling your head up, Toji groans, “You’re so hot babydoll, I love you so damn much my beautiful little whore.” Picking up his knife, pressing the tip into your cheeks. Digging it deep enough that warm blood trickles down the curve of your cheek.

Lessening the pressure before dragging the knife along the curve of your cheek. Dragging the tip along your pussy lips, whine, “I love you too Daddy. Can’t wait to feel your cock my toys and fingers are so boring. I missed you too much.” Flicking his wrist and cutting your cheek.

Toji says, “I can see your pussy clench when I cut your ass. What the fuck is wrong with you? Getting off on being cut. I guess that’s why you’re so perfect for a sicko like me.” Tossing his knife onto the bed and letting go of the leash.

Grabbing your hips and lifting your ass in the air. He spits between your cheeks twice. The second glob missing, sliding it down your crack to your hole.

Toji tells you. “I need to make sure she feels me tomorrow. Even if it feels like you’re going to snap. You are going to take it as hard as I want to give it. And you’re going to enjoy it, thank me for it even.”Crossing your arms under your head, arching your back for Toji. His large height making it to where you have to angle your hips up. His hips are too high for you not to.

Telling Toji, “Thank you for choosing me to be your personal cock sleeve. I love when you cum in me or on me. Give me every last drop of your cum. Please daddy! I only want you!” Nudging your lips apart with his cock head.

It’s been five years yet Toji’s massive size has only become more overwhelming. His aggressive work-outs and line of work making him bulkier. With thicker arms and undeniable man tits, which he had to admit to having.

His broad chest giving to a slimmer waist, with a eye catching v. Leading down to a short patch of dark hair and a thick cock and heavy low hanging balls. Which is dangerous like the rest of him.

Toji’s ankle-wide, splitting girth with a gut reaching length leaves your holes gapping every time. And his balls fat enough to smother you when he rest them on your face.

Fresh tears roll down your cheeks, and your voice breaks a little as you say, “I want to be a good girl for you. Please make your self feel good with your slut’s glory holes.” Toji lines himself up with your pussy.

Toji says, “So many people have looked at me with fear. I never thought I would see that look on your pretty face. Or that I would love it so much.” His degrading praise pushing you to want to behave for him.

Rubbing your asscheeks, his hands glide up your sides. Dragging his large hands down your back, smearing your blood. The burning of your back becomes a satisfying stinging. Clenching around nothing, the overwhelming want to have his heavy cock inside becoming painfully frustrating.

Picking up the leash, wrapping it around his hand. Tugging on your collar whilst forcing his cock deep inside. Your body goes limp whilst his cock head hits your cervix.

Whimpering, “Daddy please take it easy on me! I’m still not used to how big you are! My pussy is going to break.” Fresh tears drip down your cheeks.

Toji says, “Your pussy is tighter when you’re scared of me. It doesn’t even matter how tight you get I’m strong enough to make you take my thick cock however I like.” Slipping some of him out, grabbing his knife by the handle.

Dragging the tip along the skin between your pussy and asshole. Whilst he cups your cheek, the chain leash cold against your cheeks. Trailing the knife along the curve of your cheeks.

He says, “Your pussy is getting wetter, with your slick dripping down my balls. Stop lying to yourself saying you don’t want this. That you don’t need Daddy to fuck your mindless.” Toji stay still, your soft squishy walls quivering around him. Whilst you trembling, breathing hard as you try to handle him.

Dragging the knife along the side of your thigh, making a long shallow cut. Whilst you writhe underneath him trying to get away. The collar around your neck and his tight hold on the leash keeping you from moving far.

Every time you slide your hips off, relieving the intense pressure in your gut. Toji yanks you back with the harsh tug on the leash. “All sluts like you need to be fucked like one. Don’t worry your pussy will get used to me. After all, I’m already balls deep inside you.” He chuckles.

Cooing to you, “It’s so adorable watching you struggle trying to get away from me. Maybe I should let you run from me in some woods. I can chase you down with a big knife. Pin you to the trees and make you scream my name. No one could hear you. We wouldn’t have to worry about the cops being called.”

Sobbing to Toji, “I can’t! No, stop!” Tugging on the leash, the collar digs into your neck cutting you off. While Toji mocks you,

“No! Stop! I can’t! What are you going to do about it? Cry and tremble some more as your pussy gets wetter. You’re such a dirty slut that you are getting off on this.” Your pussy quivers around Toji’s cock.

Toji drops the knife onto the bed. Leaning over your body. Your head pressing against his chest. His large massive size and some of his weight pressing on your body whilst his cock is deep inside you.

He says. “Be more honest with yourself, tell me I don’t need to hold back. Cry about how you love it when Daddy gets so turned on by you he can’t help but take what want he wants from his slut.” It didn’t matter how long he stayed still your pussy couldn’t prepare for the way his cock tugs your pussy when he rolls his hips back.

Crying tears blurring your vision of Toji and yourself in the mirror. Begging Toji, “Daddy, you’re too much for me to handle. Please. Please stop moving. You’re cock is too heavy and thick inside me and I-I- fuck please! I can’t fight you off Daddy it isn’t fair!”

He grunts, “You’re tighter when you’re scared of me.” The heaviness of his cock, whilst he drags his cock out. Every fat vein is so prominent, you can feel his thickest vein pulse.

Toji sits up, pausing with the his fat tip spreading your hole. Your lips wrapping around his length, groaning, “Princess you’re bleeding. It’s making your cream pink. Cry for me to stop some more. Better yet try to stop me, take your messy princess glory hole off Daddy’s cock. Most of it’s already out.”

You can’t move your body is too heavy.

He chuckles before cooing, “Adorably pathetic aren’t you, telling me to stop whilst your pussy gets wetter. You like it when big men bully you don’t you? It makes you wet every time I pick on you doesn’t it?” Every harsh slap of your hips jolts your body forward.

The collar and leash pulling you back towards his massive body. Toji moans, “A dirty slut like you get off when getting used. But fuck your pretty little sobs of not being able to take it despite.” His cock slips out and his head pushes against your other slicked up hole.

He groans, “Your daddy forcing his fat cock into your beautiful ass. The way you got your pretty body in that tiny dress I haven’t seen.” You had told him it was a gift from a friend. Not that Toji cared.

Crying to Toji, “Wrong hole Daddy! You can’t fuck! AHNNNN DADDY PLEASE! NO.” His cock spreads your hole open inch by inch. The white hot burning, consuming, sobbing,,

“No! No! Too tight, won’t fit it hurts too much! Daddy’s cock is too big to fit inside my ass!” Whilst trembling underneath him.

He spits, the glob hitting where just his tip is spreading the tight ring of your hole. Toji says, “It’s fucked up how much this is getting me off. Your sobs of pain, the tears in your eyes, slicked up pussy and asshole, you are too much fun not to fuck.” With every word he thrusts come faster, harsher.

Toji’s heavy balls hit your pussy. Loud wet smacks and his heavy, loud groans. He smears the mix of your slick and his spit inside of you with every roll of his hips.

Grabbing your waist, whilst pulling on the leash. The collar pressing on the bruise around your throat. Which you are going to have a hell of a time covering up.

Toji groans, “You’re ass is so tight it’s pulling with my cock. Whilst your pussy drools on my fat balls sack. It’s so full of cum I could fill your ass up and have enough for a second fat load for your pussy.”Slapping your ass roughly, the chains wrapped around his wrists adding more weight to his hits.

Pulling you up by the collar around your neck. Your blood, stinging back against Toji’s chest. You look so helpless in the mirror, bloody, sweaty and crying. Whilst held against Toji’s massive bloody body.

Grabbing your hips, using his hold to slide you up and down his cock. He groans, “Feels so fucking good taking your ass how I want.” Reaching around and rubbing your clit.

A fiery ache consumed your whole body. Whilst intense pleasure cuts through the fiery pain. Toji pushes all four of his thick fingers past your lips, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

Calloused rough fingers rub your sensitive spot building the pressure in your gut faster than you can comprehend. The loud slick wet sounds of Toji finger fucking your pussy turning you on more.

Moaning to Toji, “Daddy! Too much!” His fat cock roughly rubbing your soft walls. Whilst every upward grind of his hips at the end of every thrust stirs your guts.

His thick cock and fat fingers stretches the skin between both holes thin. As pain and pleasure fight for dominance with you. Whilst you switch between fighting the sensations and soaking in them.

Grabbing Toji’s thick veiny arm, digging your nails in and trying to tug his hand away. Whilst whining, “It’s too much. Stop, give me a moment to fuck can’t think. Please it’s too much for me to ughh uh uh daddy daddy!” Panic arises within you as you fight against the intense pressure. Which threatens to devour you and leave you shaking.

Toji coos, “Is daddy too much for his princess? Huh you can’t handle this cock? Am I too big for you?” Dragging his nails up your side.

Smirking whilst asking, “But didn’t you beg for me all the way home? Even sucked my cock despite people driving next to us watching at the stoplight.” You couldn’t help yourself. His half hard cock straining against his sweatpants is too mouthwatering.

It wasn’t even five minute into the car ride you were rubbing his outline. Whilst begging to have his cock in your mouth to calm him down. And he gave in within seconds.

Pumping his fingers faster, whilst rubbing your clit “Who is a dirty pervert gets off from having their ass fucked? Say it!” He drops the leash to slap you across the face when you don’t answer face enough.

Grabbing a hand full of your hair, and climbing off the bed. His hold on your hair, hand in your pussy and ass in your cock holding you off the floor. Whilst he walks up to the mirror.

Toji harsh thrusts and his hand holding your pussy gliding your ass along his cock faster. Whilst he grunts, “Look at yourself! Tell me who is the cock whore who is getting off on this dirty old man’s cock.”

Moaning, “slow down can’t! No! Please! Uhhnn daddy! Please I can’t! I CAN’T.” Clawing at his arm desperately, unable to touch the floor, to grab onto anything else. Or to push away from him to help you fight against the pressure building too quickly between your legs.

Toji is intoxicating consuming, dominating. And in his intensity you are losing all sense of self. Whilst you slick trickles down your thighs, creating a wet spot on the floor.

Letting go of your hair and grabbing your thigh, lifting your leg up. He groans, “I can’t get over your pussy take my fingers. And I can’t get enough of seeing my cock sink deeper into your ass. Inch by inch baby I love making you take more than you can handle.”

Toji keeps rubbing your special spot and stroking your clit. Whilst you shake, your eyes rolling back. As he prolongs the your high, refusing to let you come down just yet.

Sobbing loudly, “Don’t! Don’t! Daddy uh uh ah ahhhnnhgggdadddy!” Slowly Toji pulls his fingers out.

He grunts, “Safeword check!” His words go one ear and out the other. And he has to ask again, “Princess Daddy needs to know your safe word, green, yellow or red. Or we are stopping.”

Whining to Toji, “Green! I can be a good girl for you Daddy! I can take it please daddy!” Toji pulls his cock out of your hole, and sets you down on your wobbly legs. His hold on your waist keeping you standing.

Slapping his cock on your cheeks, nudging his head between. Rubbing your puckered hole with his fat tip. Toji says, “You are such a good girl for Daddy. That’s why he can’t get enough of you. Why I love taking care of you, since your soft little holes take care of my cock so well.”

Toji ask, “You cleaned up like I told you too didn’t you?” Sliding his slicked up cock down your slit. Switching between your holes has become one of Toji’s favorite things to do.

It’s so satisfaction of having all three holes throughly fucked. Which makes the annoying process of flushing out to clean up and avoid infection.

You say, “Yes Daddy, I cleaned up for you.” Your asshole is still burning when Toji slips his cock between your thighs. He is long enough that his thick head goes past your thighs. Rubbing your lips and puffy clit with every stroke.

You weren’t walking after this, but he would carry you around. Cradling you to his bare chest since he preferred to walk around nude.

Toji moans, “You’re my good slut always spoiling your Daddy by looking so pretty. And letting me live out my fucked up fantasies.” He turns you around, cupping your ass and lifting you up.

Smiling at Toji and saying, “Thank you for carving your name into me Daddy, I love my new tramp stamp.” Wrapping your legs around his waist. Your pussy on his abs. With the height difference, he has to hold you high on his waist for you to be level with his face.

He groans, “I love you so fucking much!” Kissing your forehead, then your nose. Whilst you wrap an arms around his neck. And drag your nails along his scalp, messing up his dark hair.

Toji’s hair is longer than he normally had it, hanging into his eyes and framing his face. Since he didn’t bother for a haircut on his reason mission, which took three months.

Kissing the tip of his nose. Which he crinkles up as you kiss his nose again. Cupping his face and resting your forehead on his.

Telling him, “I love you too Daddy, I want to start a family with you. You can make me a mommy by stuffing me full of your cum. This isn’t just in the moment kind of talk. I’ve been thinking about it for a while.”

He smirks, “You look like I’ve already fucked you mindless. Did daddy break his little princess already?” Kissing your lips, which he parts with his own.

Sticking his tongue in your mouth, the soft, slow and deep kiss familiar. Like the rough feeling of his hands on your hips. Or the smell of his soap with a faint hint of cigarette smoke. Even the taste of his favorite beer on his tongue. And how it tastes when it with the flavor of your fruity drinks.

Everything about your boyfriend is familiar, and you treasure it all. Despite having to be without him for up to months at a time. You never

Every lonely day waiting for him is worth the time you got with Toji.

Slowly breaking the kiss, Toji is heavily breathing. Whilst you focus on catching your breath. He reaches down, grabbing his cock and lining himself up.

He purrs, “Daddy can give his princess a baby n’ make you my baby mama. Mm your tits are going to get fatter.” Nudging your lips with his cock head, rubbing himself along your slit.

Begging Toji, “Please stuff me full of cum daddy. I need your fat cock!” A large smirk stretches across his face. Whilst he gives you just the tip. His large hand holding your hips keeping you from taking more.

Toji says, “I thought you needed me to stop, that you couldn’t handle daddy’s thick cock. That it hurt too much.” Pouting whilst looking up at Toji.

Mumbling, “It does but…” You look into his dark eyes whilst telling him, “I’m a cock hungry slut who gets off on her dirty old daddy forcing his cock into tight her unprepped holes. I need you to fuck me like the slut I am please Daddy. Don’t hold back! Break my princess pussy with your fat cock.” He gives you an inch and tells you,

“Beg for the rest. Now that your pretty mouth is being honest with me.” He looks past you at the mirror and bite into his bottom lip.

Glancing over your shoulder to see your backside. His name goes from one side to the other. Whilst other shallow cuts litter your back among large bite marks.

The bites are marks Toji gave you in the bar’s bathroom. Since your dress is backless. And he couldn’t have any other guys getting any ideas whilst you finished you night off with your girls.

It’s because Toji’s watchful eyes the rest of the night went un-disturbed by unwanted creeps underneath Toji’s watchful eyes. As he sat with the drinks. Whilst you danced with your friends within view.

Looking back up at Toji whilst begging, “I’m so lucky to have met you Daddy, you’re the perfect handsome pervert to make my slutty pussy squirt. I want to feel every vein of your throbbing cock. Please stuff my hole full! Please daddy, please. I need you to!” Toji let’s you drop, your clit grinding on the short dark hairs above his cock.

Whining, “Ngggg! Thank you, daddy!” Biting down on his chest whilst he moans. His cock jerking inside you whilst you clench, squeezing him.

Toji ask, “Fuck you really need daddy don’t you? You love daddy so much that you want my babies?” Rolling his hips back and gliding his cock out of your pussy, till nothing but his tip is inside.

Kissing the bite you made before pleading, “Need your babies, please I want to be your cute wifey pregnant with your baby.” Slowly fucking you on his cock as he groans,

“Good thing I got you a ring already. I already know you’re going to say yes to me.” Toji holds you still with his cock deep in your guts. Whilst he walks over to the dresser.

Pulling opening his sock drawer, reaching in and pulling out a small black box. Your eyes widen as you gasp, “Toji! You really want to!” He lifts you up and slams you back down.

Smirking whilst you groan, “I didn’t spend the past few months working my ass off to get you a ring to not be serious. You aren’t the only one who has been thinking about the future. Sorry it took me seven years to realize I have a future with you.”

Holding onto Toji whilst he lets your hip go to open the small box and take the ring out. Which he slips onto your finger as he says, “On the inside it says Daddy’s princess.” Spreading your fingers out on Toji’s chest whilst he cups your cheeks with both hands.

Admiring the sparkling ring whilst saying, “I adore it, thank you daddy! I can’t wait to show it off tomorrow.” Your mind fills with thoughts of Toji in a suit waiting at the end of the aisle.

Toji says, “Princess you can text them but you aren’t leaving this apartment for the next three days. I have to make sure that your pregnant after all you begged me so sweetly for my baby. So we have to be through.” Toji guides your hips slowly. His arms flexing every time he lifts you off his length. Whilst a slick squelching sound of your juices fills the bedroom.

He says, “I need to make sure I cum in you at least three times a day the next three days.” Toji guides your hips slowly. His arms flexing every time he lifts you off his length. Whilst a slick squelching sound of your juices fill the bedroom.

Groaning, “I love hearing how wet she gets.” With nothing else to grab onto but Toji. Whilst he using gravity to make you meet every single harsh upward thrust of his hips.

Wrapping your arm around his neck whilst biting an old scar on his his fat man tit. Sucking on the pale pink skin whilst digging your nails into his back.

Letting go of Toji’s muscular tit, to tell him, “We can spend the next three days naked exploring each other’s bodies like it’s the first time. When my pussy is sore it just makes more sensitive.”

“I can’t wait to see you waddling around the place. Hmm fuck we are going to have to move soon. Get a baby room set up together.” He smirks and groans,

“I’ve always had a thing for milfs. I should have made you one sooner. Mmm fuck I heard your pussy is going to get warmer.” The slapping of skin gets louder as Toji becomes more frantic.

Toji moans, “I don’t think I can stop myself from cumming much longer. I keep getting closer faster every time your pussy feels so damn good. It was so hard not to finish inside you’re ass. And now that I have you soaking pussy squeezing my cock I’m going to bust.”

It had been months of having nothing more than his hand. Pre-gaming while you cleaned up so he can switch between holes could prepare him for how good you feel.

You’re soft, wet pussy so squishy and tight around him. Every single quiver and clench making his toes curl. Whilst his cum spurts deep into your pussy. And he has to sit down on the edge of the bed.

Glancing up at Toji’s orgasmic face with strands of fake hair hanging in his eyes. Which have rolled back showing nothing but the whites of his eyes. While he lets out a loud moan of, “FUCK!” His slack jawed look of bliss gives you pride in how hard you made Toji cum.

Falling back into the bed with you resting on his chest. His cock softening inside of you. Whilst says, “Haven’t busted that good of a nut since the last time I was home. Fuck I missed you and your pussy so much princess.” Slowly lifting yourself off him as you moving to kiss him.

Toji parts his lips whilst you push your tongue past. And his heavy groan whilst you sliding down his cock. Trembling underneath you whilst you smirk into the kiss.

Moments pass until Toji breaks the kiss, grabbing your hips and lifting you off his cock. He sits up, whilst saying, “You can have all the kisses you want after I clean you up.”

Carrying you into the bathroom. Where he sets you on the toilet. Unhooking the leash, and collar from around your neck. Which he sets on the shelves behind you.

Toji then grabs the gauze, rags, a bottle with a cone tip and disinfectant from under the sink. Which he sets everything but the bottle on the counter.

Finishing up, but before you can stand, Toji crouches in front of you. With the bottle in hand, he puts the tip inside of you. Pressing down on the bottle water fills your pussy and drips before Toji pulls his hand away. He says, “I know you flushed yourself out but just to make sure. Daddy worries too much about you. I'm going to get gray hair.”

Setting the bottle aside, then helping you stand up. Guiding you to the sink and holding you steady whilst you wash your hands.

After which sweeps you off your feet and carries you back into the bedroom. Whilst you admire the ring on your finger, before he lays you down on your side.

Pushing you onto your stomach. He heads back into the bathroom, and quickly comes back. And he sits next to you in the bed, pouring disinfectant onto the rag.

He asks, “Are you sure you want to marry me princess? I got off on you telling me no, telling me to stop. It made me feel powerful and excited making you submit to my cock even has you tried to run away from me.”

Gasping as he presses the hand towel to your back. The stinging sharper than the dull ache it had become.

Toji adds, “You’re so bruised and bloody, I love making you like this. I adore how you need me whilst you heal up. It’s even better fucking your sore pussy.” He pauses for a second. And you keep quiet hoping he would continue. Which after a few moments he does.

Telling you, “I can’t stop thinking about how no matter what you said your body still wants me. It’s making me think of the times I’ve thought about what it would like to kidnap you, tie you up and fuck you. I love how scared you look. But fuck never mind it’s whatever.”

His slowly dying habit of brushing aside his insecurities and pretending his worries rearing its head. It had taken five years before he opened up to you. Once he did, he realized he need to have someone listen to him. And for the first time, he understands what it's like to matter to someone.

Your softness rubbing off on him as he learns to be soft with you behind closed doors. Whilst he grew fiercely protective of you, and of the affection you gave him. That he had an issue with you giving your attention to others.

It had taken him a while believe you will always make the time for him.

Telling him, “I could never be terrified of you Toji. It can frighten me by how intense the feelings you create in me are. But that never changes how much I trust and love you. That’s why I’m marrying you.” Toji cleans move down to cleaning your thighs. Then sets the rag to the side. And as you hear the gauze unwrap, you slowly sit up.

Turning around to face Toji whilst you say, “The moment I say red you stop. And you spoil me for causing me for causing me to say my safe word. Which I rarely have to do. I love how scary and dominated you are in bed, only to be sweet and caring afterwards. Your mommy’s handsome good boy always looking out for me.” He bites his lips, looking down at your breasts and then down between your legs.

Wrapping the gauze around your waist. Covering up his name, whilst he dips his head into the crook of your neck. Which he softly kisses along the bruise from the collar.

Lightly pressing on your stomach as he finishes wrapping up your lower back. He lifts his head, asking, “If I’m such a good boy, can Mommy give me a treat? You can sit on my lap and let me suck on your soft tits.” Toji sits next to you, grabbing your hips, pulling you onto his lap. Whilst his cock is getting hard again.

[babygirl-riley]

helloooo could you maybe write something with a ftm reader who has lots of scars (mostly from him) and tattoos? If not that's okay!!!

Sincerely 🦦

Stars

Battles brings scars to people, however, you and him don’t see scars as that

A/N: OMGGGGG I seriously love this! Let me write this down my dear 🦦 🖤 Hopefully this is something you were thinking of 😭 Side note I’m actually thrilled that this anon is on my page js ✋🏼

“So pull up your sleeves and build a new silhouette.”

Warnings: Mention of smut, fluff, angst, trauma, childhood trauma, violance and blood, mentions of torture, birthing, pregnancy, and swearing

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Both of you laid holding onto each other, holding onto your naked bodies. You were laying on his chest, one of his deeper scars. His chest was littered with different burns, scars, newer ones, older ones. You had some, hidden with tattoos some at least.

You could hear his breathing soft and slow. That indicated that he was asleep, he would always fall asleep fast when you would trace a scar that laid on his chest. It was deep, in between ribs, you hated the thought someone would do that to him. Hanging there for how long he did.

You thought about how you kissed that spot over and over again. Placed your fingertips over it again and again. Plaguing the memory into a beautiful one every time Simon saw it. Instead of Rumba, it was you.

It was never like that at first though, you remembered the first time you both were naked together, about to have the best sex but forgetting in the moment about your scars. Once he found you with scars. He was taken a back with one that was near your hip. Simon stared at it long, too long where he subconsciously slapped himself, due to your react. He should have known you would have scars due to the kind of work you both were in. He just never would expect someone to hurt someone so gentle and loving.

You slid from underneath him, pulling your legs up to your chest. Staring at him, he knew the look. “I’m going to shower.”

At this time you didn’t see his scars. His last. His dark memories. So when you left him in the bedroom you didn’t expect him to join you in the shower. You jumped when you felt his large rough hands trace the large spine tattoo, feeling the ridges that were made by scars. You were frozen, didn’t know what to do. “Tell me to stop if you want me to.” He mumbled against your back. Planting another kiss.

Your heart was thumping quickly when he had you turn around. “Simon you don’t have…” When you faced him, it was the first time you saw his full face in light. The small scar on his chin and one on his eyebrow, causing the small bald spot. His jawline was sharp and hair starting to grow. He was beautiful.

His hand placed on the side of your cheek as his other hand when to your hip. His sigh was staggered. He was nervous himself. Never has he shown himself fully to someone. Never been comfortable to show his scars. His past. Your eyes lingered more, noticing the deep scars and burns. Especially the one on his ribs. Your eyes watering. “Oh Simon.”

“No,” He started shaking his head. “No need to feel bad darlin.’”

You looked back up at him, looking at his arm that had the tattoos. You have always loved them, used to bring markers out when it was just the two of you in your apartment, watching some god awful movie. Coloring it in.

“I just…” You mumbled looking down and away before he grabbed your chin.

“Scars are never something to be afraid of,” He mumbled kissing your lips softly as he followed a scar on your stomach. “They are reminders sure but they make us who we ‘re.”

After that you and him would tell each other when one played with a scar. You saw a burn spot that looked a lot like a cigarette while cuddling with him on the couch. “Dad,” He said shortly thinking that was it. “He was bloody drunk and claimed he missed the tray.”

You hummed sadly as you rubbed against it, bringing his arm up to your lips kissing it. When he traced the one on your hip once again you inhaled deeply. “Sexual assault in high school. I broke his arm.”

Simon nodded. “I would’ve kill ‘im.”

There was a particular tattoo that covered a scar of yours that it took a while to talk about. Simon never pushed and never did you, both of you understood and had that common ground. One day you told him while cooking dinner. “My sister and I were playing outside is how I got it,” Simon was confused before you showed the flower tattoo to him. “It’s just hard to talk about because she is gone. The flower is her birth flower.” Simon nodded as he got up to hold you as you cooked.

Even though you had scars, he had many, too many for you to go over in a month or so. Sometimes when you would trace one he would just shake his head. “One day.” He mumbled.

You thought the same as he did, how could someone hurt him? How could his own father? The things that you had learned he had been through made you want to gag. From him being young to now. So when you both were tied one day, got captured together you tried to have them not beat on him. He didn’t need anymore.

Simon would yell as they would dig a knife too deep in your arm. Once it got to your face, you tried to jerk. Yet they cut one down on your jawline, down your neck. Simon tried to move the chair to break it, it was too close to your artery.

Luckily it was only a day from the torture. Price sent you both on leave for a while to recover. Simon knew a bit how to handle but you. It was your first time. Not the last. So when you were locked inside the bathroom he was scared, when you finally opened. Red stained your face as tears rolled down. “I can’t.” Is all you said.

He nodded as he closed you in, lulling you as you cried. You never loved your scars. He taught you to at least like them. But now one can be shown everywhere and anytime. Someone could ask. Bring back the memory of that moment.

Scars are never shown sometimes not physically, Simon knew that. So as days went by he slowly healed you enough to be fine. Eventually you let him kiss you and touch your face. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered as he held you close one night.

You leaned into him getting so much closer. “I’m sorry.”

Simon shook his head. “Don’ be sorry lovie,” He kissed your cheek. “Let me take care of ya.”

Years later you wear it with pride, Simon making sure that you felt comfortable. When you don’t he would show you how you are beautiful. Just how he was with you, you did the same with him. Even though both of you are on the same team doesn’t mean you both get leave the same time. Sometimes one is shorter than the other, waiting and hoping that they would come home safe. Alive.

One night when you were watching tv, and Simon was gone for three weeks, the door opened. You jumped as you saw him walking in. He just nodded at you and walked to the bedroom. It was code of hey see you in a minute. Alone time. So you made his favorite tea once you heard the shower go off and had a mug ready.

You chewed on your nail (nasty nervous habit) until he would come out. He would sit next to you, staring at the wall in front of him. His balaclava on, long sleeves, sweats. Barely any skin showing besides the ones around his eyes. You would continue watching your tv until his hand pressed on your thigh.

When you faced him, he would be looking at you. Distant. Not Simon. Ghost. Stuck with him. You slowly placed your hand on his cheek, tracing his cheek bone. “Can I?” You asked as you slowly went to the end of the mask.

Simon nodded slowly as you took it off slowly. Bruises on his face, mostly small but a large on the side of his head. It had to be a tough mission, it looked like he went through hell. Your eyes softened a bit as you guide him to your lap. Playing with his blonde hair.

You noticed the back of his neck had a fresh cut. It connected with another older one almost damn near. You traced the outside of the new one to the old one. “You know what I have been thinking,” Simon hummed in acknowledgment, knowing he is awake. Alert. Alive. “Scars are stars. they all connect somehow, physically or mentally. When you told me about how we shouldn’t be something we should be afraid of. I thought of things that wouldn’t be scary to think about. Stars.”

Simon didn’t say nothing but nodded. You didn’t mind, maybe it wasn’t something that hit him as it hit you. However, he echoed it in his mind for years after that.

When you got pregnant, unfortunately you couldn’t have a normal birth. C-Section had to be taken into view. Baby was having a hard time coming out and could kill both you and baby. So Simon and you decided it was the only route to go. When your daughter was born it was a magical experience to have. Once you and baby were home Simon would help care for both.

No sex was the rule from the doctor so your stitches wouldn’t come out. Which was taken seriously however, once it was in the green, Simon was on it. When his lips traced down your neck and down to your C-Section scar. He smirked against your skin. Simon has found that this scar was his favorite one, the one that gave him his children. His babies. “It’s time to make another yeah?”

You giggled trying to push him down to where he needs to be. “That’s funny.”

Retirement came around, which meant age as set in for the both of you. You both had kids who gave you grandkids. They love to color the tattoos that both you and Simon had, coloring the tattoos with bright colors. The oldest granddaughter one day asked about the scars that Simon had.

Simon would explain in child knowledge how they are things that he had to go through. “Can I see the Orion one!” You snapped your head at Simon, who just was smiling.

It took you a back as you looked at your daughter. Your daughter went red as she told her kid to go play. “Sorry I remembered when I was rubbing dad’s back cause of that nasty sunburn in Manchester…he told me about how to not worry about the scars. Explained how one of them is Orion.”

As the kids left to their own lives you turned to your husband and rubbed his tatted arm. “Orion?”

Simon chuckled. “It doesn’t but that was the only constellation I know.”

Now the Riley’s will always teach that scars no matter if they are physical or not are stars. Beautiful and unique in their own ways.

[courtforshort15]

Where the Love Light Gleams

Pairing: Matt Murdock x AFAB Reader

Word Count: 3,400

Summary: It’s Christmas Day, and reader has some news to share

Trigger warnings: Pregnant reader/announcement. Super fluffy and sweet.

Inspired by the way my mom told my dad about expecting my brother.

Masterlist

When your eyes slowly flutter open, you're not quite sure what time it is. 

It's hard to tell, the gray skies of New York City making it difficult to know how late you've slept, the light coming in through the window muted. Silk sheets are warm and soft upon your skin, no doubt having a large hand in the way you had slept so soundly, and they slide soothingly over your body as you roll on to your side. Snow had started falling late last night, or so Matt had told you when he slid into bed behind you, skin cold as ice against your back as he pressed into you, attempting to take as much warmth from you as he could.

You'd shrieked and attempted to wiggle away, but he'd pulled you back to him, wrapping himself more closely around you and laughing in your ear, left arm sliding itself under your head to act as a pillow, right arm lung across your abdomen with its hand resting itself over your heart. You’d fallen back asleep not too long after, safe and secure in the knowledge that he was beside you, relatively pain free and whole.

Matt’s a giver, never failing to offer everything he has to just about anyone who needs his help, never failing to give up his blood and flesh and strength when there’s no one else to stand between a victim and a hunter. He isn’t always used to taking, isn’t used to asking, but there’s nothing he could take from you or ask of you that isn’t already his, the warmth of your skin included.

Stretching, your eyes eventually land on Matt as he makes his way into the bedroom, sweatpants low on his hips and white t-shirt stretched across muscles he’s spent years developing and maintaining, a soft grin playing on his lips. There’s a cup of coffee in his hands, and you can’t help but stare at it longingly, the scent of it already sliding through you.

It’s not long before he’s sitting on the side of the bed next to you, his eyes bright and unseeing as they flit across the room that had once upon a time just been his. It’s hard to imagine what sleeping anywhere else might feel like, needing his love pressed into you at all times like a brand, especially in the moments when you are most vulnerable. His hand reaches out to run the back of his fingers down your cheek, and there’s not a single inch of your body that doesn’t react to the gentle way in which he touches you.

The same Devil that snaps at the heels of the villains of the night is the same man who does nothing but remind you of his love for you with soft smiles and soothing fingers.

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart," he whispers, leaning down to press a sweet, tender kiss against your mouth, one that you can’t help but lean into, raising your head slightly to meet him. You feel him smile slightly against your lips, and you relish the way he feels against you, refusing to take for granted every second that he’s warm and safe and yours. 

Matt eventually pulls away, lips hovering over yours for just a few seconds more, before straightening back up. His dark hair is damp, and it hangs slightly over his forehead, lacking the amount of effort he puts into styling it every morning before heading to work. You’re the only one who gets to see him like this, unpolished and relaxed in a way he never is for the outside world, and to you, he never looks more beautiful than he does in these moments.

“Did you sleep okay?” He asks, hand reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear. 

“I always sleep okay with you next to me.” Your voice is rough and dry from sleep, but no less warm and affectionate. “Did you? Did you sleep alright?”

“I always sleep okay with you next to me,” he echoes, smile widening when you nudge his knee in response. Yawning, you finally sit up, sliding yourself closer to Matt, leaning your forehead briefly against his before pulling back and brushing your lips on his cheek. Taking the cup of coffee that he’s brought in for you, you pull back slightly and take a long sip, the warmth of it sliding down your throat and heating you from the inside out. 

He sighs when you kiss cheek again in thanks, and the sound is content and so damn happy that you take a quick moment to savor the way his body reacts to being at peace. He glows, skin and eyes and smile absolutely radiant, even as he simply sits on the bed, body tilted towards yours. Behind him, lights flicker on the Christmas tree that sits in front of the window directly left of the couch, and your smile widens when you realize he’d turned them on, the gentle hum of electricity in his ears a reminder that he had someone to call his own and spend Christmas with, something that had been ripped away from him long ago.

You’d known when you first started dating him that holidays were a bit of a…sore subject.

He hadn’t grown up like you did, or at least he hadn’t after his father died. Several years of your life had included being with family on Thanksgiving, visiting grandparents on Christmas Eve, baking cookies for Santa and slashing open presents eagerly at 7am on Christmas Day. Several years of loved ones and cheesy Christmas music and decorating trees.

But every day that you'd spent celebrating with your family were the same days Matt had spent alone, curled up on a twin sized mattress, cursed ears hearing every single celebration and moment of joy in the homes that surrounded the orphanage. Matt needed his ears to navigate himself around a world that had all but dismissed him, but he’d told you he had never hated them more than the nights he heard loved ones gather, words of love and happiness shared freely, while he remained alone with no one to gather around him. 

And so, you’d spent the last four years doing your best to heal a wound that never should have been there.

Matt makes breakfast while you shower, and you can hear him singing along quietly to the music he plays in the background, mixtures of soft classics and upbeat pop songs filling your home. It’s so domestic, the sound of bacon sizzling and Matt puttering around in the kitchen, and sometimes you can’t fathom how you’d found yourself here, found yourself a man who wanted nothing more than to share these quiet moments with you.

His phone rings while you’re getting dressed, and you don’t even need the phone to announce who's calling to know who is on the other side of the line. Matt temporarily stops what he’s doing to answer and puts the call on speaker, no doubt aware you’re listening in. 

“Merry Christmas, you filthy animals!” Foggy’s voice rings through the apartment, loud and boisterous, joy spilling from the phone. Voices that are just as loud are heard in the background, Foggy’s large family thrown together in the room above their deli. No doubt his young cousins are stealing candy and comparing presents amongst each other, the adults drinking eggnog and making brunch together. Christmas with his family is an all-day event, something that Marci never fails to roll her eyes at in good humor, not-so secretly enjoying every moment.

Matt’s joined them on more than one occasion, had done so especially as a kid still in college, desperate to spend a holiday with a normal, loving family. He’d all but been adopted into the Nelson clan, his invitation to join any family event open and lovingly repeated tirelessly.

You’ll never be able to fully articulate how grateful you are to Foggy for offering his home to Matt when he’d needed it most, long before you’d met and made it your one goal in life to give him a safe space where he could take what he needed, knowing he’d never have to ask and that you’d never say anything but yes.

“Merry Christmas, Foggy,” you yell, hoping the phone will pick up your voice from where you stand in the bedroom, pulling a shirt over your head. Throwing the towel you’d used to dry your hair in the hamper, you make your way into the kitchen, pressing another kiss to Matt’s cheek before grabbing plates and silverware to set the table. “How’s the family?”

“They’re everywhere,” he answers with a fond bout of laughter. “I’m not sure how it gets bigger every year, but somehow there’s always new people joining us.”

“I can relate to that,” you respond easily with a brief snort, smile sliding across your face at the thought. “Between my three sisters, there are five children under the age of six. Dinner last night with the family was…”

“Loud,” Matt supplies. “Fun, but loud.”

“Oof,” Foggy says, and you imagine a playful wince crossing over his face, a fake shudder wracking his body. Foggy’s always been extremely expressive, every emotion playing clearly across his face and body, everything from humor to rage, and you can practically see his reaction in your mind. “One toddler is enough for me right now.”

As if on queue, Avery lets out a wail somewhere off to the side, and Foggy momentarily pauses to ask if the two year old is alright. Marci must answer because Foggy’s attention is gone for another few seconds before he comes back to the call. 

“Not looking to add another one to the mix? Add to the chaos that is the Nelson clan?” Matt adds to the conversation, turning the stove off and plating the bacon and eggs onto a serving dish with a spatula. You grab the plate from him and take it to the table, the pair of you a well-oiled machine, dipping while the other dodges. 

“Not right now. But who knows? Avery wasn’t exactly planned.”

“Who knows,” you echo him as you take a seat, face still tilted towards the phone so that your voice carries well enough for him to hear. “Maybe Avery will have a friend next year.” Matt must hear something in your voice because his face tilts towards you curiously, but he doesn’t say anything and apparently quickly waves it off. 

“Never say never,” Foggy says cheerfully. Someone calls his name and he responds easily, but it’s clear that he needs to hang up when he focuses back on the phone. “Anyway, got to go. We’ll see you later for Christmas dinner, right?”

Matt picks up the phone and brings it to the table, laying it next to his plate as the conversation winds down. “Absolutely.”

“Great, see you both later. Enjoy your day.” Foggy hangs up a split second later, and the apartment immediately settles back into the peaceful morning that had existed before his call.

Dishes are set in the sink when breakfast is done, Matt’s lips finding yours as you stand up and reach for his empty plate. His hands cup your face, blank eyes bright and hazel in the light from the window, and you're helpless to resist the gentle pull as you lean slightly down to where he’s sitting.

He releases you with a quiet I love you, and pushes his chair back to stand up and help you clear the table. It’s soft and sweet, the way he always handles you with such great care, and you’re both fully aware of the hold he has over you.

Not three minutes go by before you’re sitting in front of the tree, settled on the ground, legs crossed, Matt’s favorite blanket wrapped around your shoulders. He sits next to you, body angled towards yours, still amused after all these years that you’d rather sit this way instead of on the couch, but he humors you.

There are a few gifts under the tree that are placed lovingly on the rug that wraps around the bottom, each gift carefully selected and crafted with the other in mind. There’s always a certain anxiousness that sits with a person when thinking about something to get them as a gift, the nervous anticipation of whether or not they will like what you have gotten for them. You like to think you know him well enough to get him things you know he’ll find meaningful, but this year, the nerves exist at a level you haven’t been able to get rid of.

There’s no doubt in your mind that Matt can sense the worry that you’ve been trying so hard to contain, your lip sore from where you’ve bitten it repeatedly, but he’s always been pretty good about trusting you to let him inside your head when ready, rather than pushing for answers. Instead, he simply pulls your bottom lip gently from your teeth and runs a thumb over where you’ve irritated the skin, before pressing his mouth softly to yours.

This year, the cause of anxiety lies in an unsuspecting box, just inches from his foot, housing an ornament no larger than the size of a baseball.

It's been a tradition you'd developed, exchanging ornaments for Christmas every year, slowly building up the collection of decorations for the tree you pick out at the small lot near 54th and 11th every year. Last year he'd gotten you an ornament complete with an image of the two of you exchanging your vows, your wedding date written below in both text and braille, the date in question just a few short months before. You'd wasted no time laying him down on the rug, pulling him on top of you, and celebrating your first Christmas as a married couple under a blinking display of brightly colored lights that painted his skin beautifully. 

But this year…this year is different. It’s not just an ornament, not just something that will be hung on the tree and every tree for years to come, some funny or gentle reminder of the Christmas you’d shared in 2022. It's so, so much more.

Fingers trembling, unable to physically hide the sense of nervousness, you reach under the tree, picking up the box encased in satin, and hand it to him. He grabs your hand in his, sliding the gift into his other palm, and raises it to his lips. 

"Are you okay?" He asks, head tilting, no doubt having picked up on the steady increase in your heart rate. Your face flushes shyly, a color you thought had long faded away when it came to him, every single barrier of yours thrown open wide enough for him to step through with a love so ardent and effortless that it felt like he’d always been there.

"I'm fine," you tell him with a small smile. "I just want you to like it."

Matt leans over to give you a soft kiss to your warm cheek, the slight blush something he can’t see but can certainly feel as the red heats your skin. You know without him saying anything that he’s trying to convey that he’ll love whatever you’ve given him, regardless of what’s actually inside.

He pulls the box from your hands, tenderly running his fingers over the tag that has his name written in braille, before he slowly slides the satin off. The box opens easily for him, parting at the seams with little effort, the item inside waiting so patiently to be held. The color of it is that of deep wine, the shade a perfect match to the lenses he so often wears in public and the suit he had once upon worn before shifting back to black, and it’s a shade you’ve long come to associate with the man in front of you.

The glass looks so incredibly delicate in his battle-weary hands when he picks it up. Running his fingers over the first line of the ornament, a smile quirks on his lips, and it causes your pulse to skip a beat because the grin is not necessarily one of joy, but rather amusement.

"What is it?" You ask, voice mildly hurried in anticipation, and he turns his face towards yours, fingers finding your hand and bringing it to his mouth for a kiss in an attempt to soothe the worry that’s caused a wrinkle between your eyes.  

Matt shakes his head with a quiet laugh. "I think…they got the year wrong, sweetheart. It says 2023 instead of 2022."

Your shoulders are no less tense and square even as you let out a sigh of relief, a small grin resting on your lips. "Keep reading Matt. Just…keep reading."

Mouth twisted in amusement, Matt does just that, and your heart hammers in your chest when he suddenly freezes. It's only a second or two before he runs his fingers back over the ornament, once, twice, three times, as if trying to determine if he read it right.

But he did read it right, you know he did, because why else would he have frozen the way he did? And you know exactly what’s written, having paid a ridiculous amount of money to rush the  personalized ornament through on such short notice. 

2023

In delicate, swirly writing, the kind of calligraphy you could never hope to achieve, it says

Baby's First Christmas 

His head slowly turns back towards you, red mouth parted in surprise, and you can’t help but fidget in your seat, goosebumps pricking through your skin at the look on his face. Over the years, you’ve gotten quite good at reading him, the one person who can usually determine what’s going through his mind. But now, as your eyes search his face, you’re unable to figure out what he’s thinking, too busy wringing your hands in your lap and trying to stop the way your lips are trembling in nervousness.

Just a few months ago, the birth control pills had been thrown in the trash, the small tablets of hormones forgotten and happily discarded. But even though you’d been planning for it, even though every time he’d made love to you and finished inside you you’d hoped it might lead you here, it didn’t ease the anxiety in the moment of telling him.

"You're…"

You nod immediately, eyes continuing to take in every square inch of his face, dark hair still falling across his forehead and a faded bruise on his cheekbone. The light that trickles in through the window highlights the green in his eyes, a color you’ve never failed to get lost in, and you can’t help but hope for your child to have a pair that matches.  

A shaky breath escapes your mouth. "Yes."

He gulps, fingers tracing the ornament again, his face still directed towards you, no need to turn away while his fingers can do the reading for him. "You're sure?"

"I…I, yes. I think I’m only a few weeks along, and I still need to meet with the doctor to confirm, but everything I've taken so far is pos–"

Matt's mouth is on yours before you can finish speaking, ornament lovingly placed back inside the box before his fingers wrap around your shoulders and pull you towards him. He kisses you like he'll never get enough of the way your lips press against his, like he'll never get enough of how complete he feels with you in his life. 

Without warning, he rises to his knees, wraps his arms around your back and legs, and stands up smoothly, and it’s only a split second before your legs are wrapping around his waist in an action that’s been familiar for years. You laugh into his mouth, and he echoes the sound, steps smooth and hurried as he walks with you into the bedroom, mouth hungry even as he whispers how much he loves you into your skin. 

The news really had no chance to remain a secret, really. No chance at being kept hidden for long, not with Matt’s friends and his lack of a decent poker face.

Foggy, as astute as he is, hones in immediately on the fact that you refuse every glass of wine he places into your hand, and it’s not long before he declares himself as Godfather for all to hear.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I've been dreaming of the Invulnerable Poison Apple.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. This is his home, his roots, and he will cherish them always.

No matter how he may change.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

The Harveston roads stretch out for what seems like forever. Dirt paths uninterrupted by the hustle and bustle of modern life.

It's just Epel and his beloved blastcycle set at a breakneck pace. Green grass below... Mother Nature has pushed through the melting snow at last, sounding the call of spring.

The crate secured to back of his bike is always lighter on the trip home than on the trip to the closest city. With the latest load dropped off, he’s free to fly back.

He loves this feeling—the rush of adrenaline, the wind weaving through his hair. It’s a taste of home, a slice of heaven he can get nowhere else.

Up ahead, his family’s farm comes into view. The outline of their orchard, flush with the buds of new life, is a familiar sight. What's new are the crops whose heads sprout up over the treetops: a giant peach, a pumpkin large enough to be a carriage, and more—all the result of magical modification.

He grins, revving up his engine and pushing forward. Faster, faster.

Then he breaks, skidding to a halt before their wooden front porch. The engine dies, leaving only the erratic pounding of his heart in the smoke and dust.

“I’m home!!” Epel announces, dismounting. He removes his helmet and places it on his blastcycle's seat. Wisps of lilac cling to his forehead, his fair skin colored with the blush of exhilaration.

Similar heads of hair—members of the Felmier family, dressed in casual clothes and fruit-picking gloves—dot the orchard. They meet his eyes and wave.

He counts them: his mom and his dad, his aunt and uncle. His cousin is too young to get their hands down and dirty yet, so they're inside with their grandparents.

So why is there one extra body amid the apple trees? One person, hunched over on a ladder, a shaking arm outstretched to pluck the fruit.

Not her. Please, not her.

Epel immediately bolts into the fields.

The tree leaves shudder and shift, branches swaying, as if they, too, are loved ones welcoming him back. The air is sweet and uplifting, like the faintest taste of a fizzy drink.

"Meemaw? Meemaw…!!" Epel hollers, racing over to her.

She finally has a grip on the apple, gives it a firm twist, and frees it from its branch. For one frightening moment, she wobbles, threatening to topple from high up. Epel arrives just in time, grabbing onto her ladder to steady it.

He heaves a sigh.

"I told ya to try ‘n not overexert yourself…!” Epel scolds her. His hometown’s dialect slips out, smooth as butter and natural sounding to their ears. “You’re gettin’ to that age where doing physical labor ain’t the easiest. At least leave the heavy liftin’ to me ‘n the others!”

“These apples aren’t goin’ to pick themselves!!” Marja grumbles. “Would you rather trade jobs and let me be the one to run deliveries? You wanna be the one to let this old lady on the loose?”

He bites his lower lip. “No, but… I can take some of yer tasks to lighten yer workload. Please, let me.”

His grandma slowly climbs down the ladder. (Epel observes her dissent carefully and maintains his grip on her stairway.) She’s delicate, with rounded, soft features—but he knows she is anything but demure, especially upset.

When Marja lands next to him, he notices her height right away. He had always been just a bit taller than her—“My growin’ little man,” she’d say, giving him a pat on the head—but his grandma seems to have shrunken in the wash.

Marja prods him in the chest, and though she has more strength than one might give her credit for, his muscles are taut and hold their ground. He’s taller, stronger.

The same physique as a Savanaclaw student.

“Don’t get cocky with me just because you’ve hit a growth spurt ‘n yer transferrin’ to a rough ‘b tough new dorm! I’m a Felmier too.” She shoves the freshly picked apple at her grandson’s face. “Ya fell from our family tree, so you ain’t the only one who’s hardy ‘round here. Don’t worry about me so much!”

“I can’t help it, meemaw,” Epel protests. “We’re gettin’ busier and busier and it’s hard to keep up with the pace.”

“Business is boomin’. I don’t see what you’re yappin’ about!”

“Last thing I want’s for you to be shipped off to the nearest hospital cuz you hurt yourself on our produce.”

“Hush now!! I’lll be fine,” she insists with a broad smile. “I’ve got you and everyone else to count on, so I know I’m in good hands.”

Marja drops the apple into a waiting wicker basket at her feet. It lands atop a pile like a ruby laid in the center of a crown. She bends over and picks up her haul with a grunt and starts waddling towards their house.

Epel remains by her side, matching her walk with a few long strides. He may as well be helping her cross the street, but he stays at a considerable distance. Enough to be polite, but still close enough to swoop in if she takes an unceremonious fall.

“‘Sides, I work cuz I want to, not that I have to,” Marja tuts, clambering up the porch steps. Epel offers her his muscular arm, but she refuses it.

“Gotta keep these weary bones active! And… gotta do my best to support ya where I can.”

“You’ve always done that for us, meemaw.”

All that and more.

She laughs. “Yer not the little boy that needs a scoldin’ for whooping the older kids’ tuchuses anymore. Yer a man now, Epel—but even men ain’t islands. Doesn’t matter how many fights ya win by yerself, ‘s nice to have people to fall back on.”

The front door swings open. Marja shuffles inside, followed by her grandson.

“I understand what yer sayin’. Really, I do. Still, nothin’s gonna stop me from givin’ ya lip. ‘S in our blood,” Epel jokes, knocking at his temples. “Stubbornness runs in the family. I must get it from you.”

“You’re gettin’ real cheeky with me today,” Marja chuckles, setting her basket down on a counter. “I know, how about a good ol’ apple pie with all the fixings? That oughta fill yer belly and fix up yer sass.”

Epel responds with a toothy grin. “Nothin’ hits the spot like your home cooking, meemaw.”

Her eyes twinkle warmly. “Darn right.”