#mostly her laying down though

[358memories]

A Celestial maiden?

[usermoon]

tw doctor, needles, passing out all the funzies down in the tags fun lil story except not really

[lizziesblueberries]

Now she has your heart

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,428

Warnings: Mommy Kink, Mommy!Wanda, Bottom!Reader, dark!wanda, possessive Wanda, soft Wanda, Wanda magic g!p, it’s fake though, breeding kink, yandere Wanda?, magic tattoos, slight hurt/comfort, smut, Wanda Maximoff needs a hug, so I gave her one, praise, multiverse of madness spoilers, minors DNI, 18+

Summary: a continuation of She’s in Your Mind I would recommend reading that first, but you don’t have too. It starts after Wanda sacrifices herself. Though we don’t really talk about that. You wake up in an unknown location with Wanda, and she needs you now more than ever.

You slowly woke to soft fingers gently combing through your hair, digits caressing the outline of your face, dragging along your lips. You didn’t open your eyes, still drowsy from sleep, and the soft touches were soothing, you felt safe and warm. You were content to just lay like that, and you did, for a few minutes, until an amused raspy voice spoke to you, snapping you out of your daze and alerting you to the fact that you were not alone.

“Hello Little one, I know you’re awake.”

You slowly opened your eyes to the figure of the Scarlet- no, of Wanda sitting to the side of you, looking down at you and softly smiling. You were in a bed, you noticed, in a room you didn’t recognize, and with a witch who appeared to have changed quite a bit in the last time you saw her. Which you weren’t sure when that was, but the events started to come back to you regardless. The temple- Kamar Taj, Wanda invading the temple, Wanda invading you. Her successfully taking over your mind and making you give in, and letting go of your magic. The people at the temple must be dead now, and you didn’t even try that hard to resist her, to help them. You felt slightly upset at Wanda for choosing you, of all people, she choose your mind to attack, but mostly, you felt upset at yourself. Upset at how weak you were and how easily you let her take control of you, you’d never let anyone come that close, and you let the supposed enemy at that time, be the one to take you. At your thoughts, You noticed Impossibly pink lips pout at you.

“Aww, don’t be upset detka. No one would have been able to resist my magic, and from what I saw in your mind, you certainly wouldn’t have been able to resist me.” You were going to nod your head no and deny what she said, but Wanda was already reading your thoughts and stopped you. “Yes, you know its true, you may want to be in denial, but I know you more than you know about yourself. And that’s ok, that’s why I’m here. You let me in, all the way, and I’m not going to take that for granted. You saw something in me, just as I saw in you. We’re meant for each other.”

Wanda had so much love and resolve in her eyes while she said this, making you want to believe her and not argue. There was so much passion in the way she was looking at you, it was bordering on unhinged and possessive. You also noticed she looked a little sad, her crown and armor was removed, and in its place was a soft blue sweater and grey leggings, along with red curls softly falling down her head. You wondered what had happened to make her look so sad, and why she was here and not with her kids, which you assumed she had found, considering how powerful and determined she was to get them.

“I found them.” She whispered. And you seriously needed to get used to her reading your mind. She continued, “But I became something they were afraid of, I had them, right there in front of me. And instead of getting to hold them and tell them how much I loved them, and them love me back, they screamed in fear and ran away from me. As if I was going to hurt my boys. I would never hurt them, but I hurt others, and I wish I could bring myself to regret the pain that I caused, to feel guilt over the lives I took, but I don’t. I was doing it for a good reason, for my happiness and to love and have my boys back. My boys don’t deserve that though, to have so much pain be the cause of me having them back, to have that suffering behind their names. They deserve happy, simple, and peaceful lives, so I left, even though it kills me, I wont go after them again.”

She had tears quietly running down her cheeks while saying this, immense pain was shown on her face, and the depths that you saw in her eyes had you taking her in your arms without a second thought. You were stunned when you did this, stunned from her confession, shocked that so much had happened and you had just woken up. But mostly you couldn’t deny the strong feelings that overtook you for this women. She was in pain, grieving for the loss of her family, struggling to cope with the never ending events of trauma that has been continuously happening in her life. And like Wanda, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about the others, about the pain she caused, or feel guilty for letting her attack Kamar Taj and taking you with her. Wanda was the most beautiful person you had ever seen, with all the love in the multiverse to give. And you weren’t going to let that go to waste, or let her suffer alone anymore. The way she was curled into you, seeming so much smaller than you remembered, her face pressed into the crook of your neck, hands holding tightly to your waist, and what felt like shaky breaths coming out of her, only solidified that. Wanda pulled away then, still with her arms around you, she looked at you, her tears had stopped and now she had a surprised expression on her face.

“Do you really feel that way?” She asked cautiously. You nodded yes. At this point, you were fine with her reading your mind now, especially if your thoughts brought about the look of amazement and wonder in her eyes. Her hands were holding your waist now, and she rubbed her thumbs back and forth on your hips without her realizing. “I knew you were perfect for me. From the moment I saw you, I knew you were going to be my sweet girl. And when I read your mind, it only confirmed that I was right. My sweet, pretty, baby girl, I am so glad I found you.” Her hands took a hold of yours, and brought them to her lips, she placed gentle kisses against your knuckles and looked at you with so much joy, you shivered. You were a little surprised with her words, but even more so, happy. You shouldn’t feel so content with how she basically took you, or how in most relationships, this behavior was very concerning, but like your guilt, that concern couldn’t be found, only, reciprocation.

“I’m glad too.” You spoke softly. And that only seemed to heighten her joy. She was practically beaming like the sun at you, and while you had thought she was the most stunning women in the world, when she scrunched her nose a little, letting out a giggle, she was now the most adorable.

“I’ll give you anything your heart desires; all I want is for you to stay with me forever. I’ll do anything for you, anything. Just be mine.” The look in her eyes swiftly changed to unhinged desperation, which was odd, cause you were pretty sure you had just confirmed your feelings to her, and after that little speech, you were in no way going to deny her, you were also pretty sure you couldn’t even if you wanted to. But her eyes said another story, and you guess you couldn’t blame her considering how much she had lost. So you placed your hand on her cheek, and brought your lips together. The sigh she let out when your lips touched, was all worth the bold move, and you knew you had alleviated her doubts.

“You’re all I have.” She said as she gently pushed you down onto the bed. She then mounted your waist and leaned down to kiss you more forcefully, her tongue skillfully slid in and took home in your mouth. Once she was satisfied she had explored every inch of your mouth, she moved her lips down to your throat, hands heavily moving up your body slowly. “And you’re all I need.” She growled, and sank her teeth into your neck. And fuck. If that wasn’t one of hottest things to happen to you. You let out a moan, and moved your head to the side to give her more access. Your hands moved to hold her arms, squeezing them, because damn, she was toned. God you just wanted her to devour you right there, however she wanted. Soft hands took a hold of yours, connecting your hands together and moving them above your head, holding you there.

“Is that what you want babygirl? You want Mommy to take over and devour you? To have you any way I want?” She said with a red tint in her eyes. You nodded your head again, and a hand swiftly grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, scarlet wisps held your hands above you as her other hand closed around your throat. She growled again, “Has my pretty girl already forgotten her manners? What did I tell you to do last time, when I ask you a question?” You whimpered from how tight she was holding you in place, she was looking at you with blown pupils, an expectant look on her face, and you didn’t want to disappoint her, so you tried your best to remember what she told you. A brief recollection of her claiming you and making you speak to her flashed in your mind. Her telling you that good girls get a treat when they answer her.

“Y-yes I want you to take me. Please Mommy you make me feel so good, I just want to be yours.” Wanda groans at your words, head dropping down a little as she moves her hips against you.

“Such a good girl.” You hear her mutter, almost to herself. Her hands move to the hem of your shirt, which you’re now realizing is probably one of her’s that she changed you into, and slowly starts to pull it up. Kisses are placed against your stomach as she goes, her eyes locked on your face as she slides her tongue up your stomach and stops at your chest. She takes the shirt off you, and you realize that you had nothing else on under that. You blush, trying to move your hands to cover yourself, but her magic holds you still.

“Oh? Is my little one shy? You don’t need to be, Mommy loves everything about you. You’re a beautiful work of art, and no one should get to even look at you except for me.” She attaches her lips to one of your breasts after her assurances. All you can do is whimper and delight in how good she makes you feel, her tongue licking a long stripe across your breast before taking your nipple into her mouth. She’s so hot, her mouth, her words, her voice, her body that lays fully on you. You arch your back into her and she hums, the vibrations going into your chest, making you feel oddly safe and content, but it also sends a pulse of heat straight to your core. You’re obviously soaking at this point, and it’s beginning to get uncomfortable with how much your aching.

Wanda, sensing this, starts to move her mouth back down your body, swirling her tongue at every dip and curve, leaving a trail of spit behind. Your chest is moving rapidly the closer she gets to your core, and she watches with greedy eyes how you react to her. She’s finally right above your dripping pussy, and you cant your hips up, needing to feel her on you. But she pulls back, and moves her hands to hold your hips down, smirking knowingly at your desperation.

“There’s my needy girl.” She says proudly. And you groan at her, either at her words, or as a confirmation, that yes, you are indeed needy, and you need her now. She then proceeds to put you into shock, when her mouth suddenly envelopes your entire pussy. White, hot, pleasure bursts through you, her mouth covering your clit and her tongue sticking out to cover your hole. She groans at finally tasting you, eyes snapping open in hunger, almost in shock herself with how much she loves your flavor. You watch as the green in her eyes nearly disappears as her pupils grow into black holes, she’s not even really looking at you, too lost in her hunger to focus on anything else, but lapping up more of your arousal. You almost cum just from the sight alone of how starved she looks, desperate to take in more of you. She has her hands wrapped around your thighs in a vice like grip, afraid you’ll move out of her reach, which will not likely fucking happen.

Wanda starts to then move her head slightly from side to side, hardening her tongue a little to create better friction against you, she does this quickly, damn near making you lose your mind, because what the hell, she’s aggressively and unashamedly slurping your essence up. And you would’ve blushed if you could at the wet sloshing noises she was making, but at the moment, you were uncontrollably moaning- no screaming at how good she was eating you out. You were reaching your release way too soon, but you couldn’t properly get your brain to work to warn her.

You didn’t need to worry though, Wanda watched as you threw your head against the pillows, back coming off the bed as you squeezed your eyes shut, she watched with scarlet eyes, as you grew closer to coming for her. When you were finally at your breaking point, Wanda spoke to you inside your head, too greedy for your taste to take her mouth off you for even a second.

“Cum now my little slut, you’re doing so well, give me more of you. You taste so good, cum right in my mouth, that’s it, give mommy all your cum.” With Wanda giving you permission, and the words she spoke only heightening your pleasure, you finally hit your peak. Your mouth fell open, but no sound came out as all your energy went into bracing yourself against the orgasmic waves of pleasure that hit you. Wanda sucked hard against your clit, and then hummed, low and loud against you, satisfied in your release filling her mouth as she drank all of you. She continued to lap you up, as you came down from literally heaven. You noticed her magic releasing you, and you brought your hands to her head, you lightly pushed her away from your over sensitive core, and she reluctantly pulled away, not without giving your clit a quick kiss goodbye though. You both looked at each other, taking the other in, you- with mussed hair, flushed cheeks, and chest still heaving a little from the air you lost earlier. And Wanda, with her smug grin, with your arousal covering her entire bottom of her face as she wore it proudly. She licked her lips and moved up to your mouth, and kissed you. You moaned at the taste of you both combined, and she smiled against your lips, biting your bottom lip as she pulled away again.

“You were amazing and so delicious to taste my love. I hope your ready for more, because I have plans for my sweet little pussy.” She waved her hand, and you watched her eyes flash red, then she moved her fingers hypnotically, you watched the long digits move, really loving the way they looked. Then she looked down, and held a proud smirk on her face. Curious as to what she was so happy about, you looked down as well, and boy did you see how happy she was, or in this case the new member suddenly appearing at her waist was happy. Oh and she was finally naked. You’re eyes widened, you didn’t know where to start, her body was magnificent, soft and toned and smooth, her breasts rested right in front of your face, begging to be worshipped, and you also wanted to worship her other body part, well, all of her body parts to be honest.

“Do you like it? It’s a spell I learned from reading the Darkhold, its not a real cock, but I can feel it, and more importantly so can you. Mommy is going to fill you up, nice and full, and your going to take all of me. I’ve been wanting to use this on you ever since I read about it, and now you’re finally mine to completely have and use however I want.” You swallowed hard, it was a bright red color, matching her magic almost, which was fitting, and it was bigger than anything you’d ever taken. You looked back up at her, slight panic in your eyes, and she softened the look she was giving you. She moved her hand to your face and lightly caressed your cheek. “Don’t worry my sweet girl, mommy knows what she’s doing, trust me, I’ll make you feel so good, all you need to do is lay there and be my good girl. You want that right? To be my good girl and trust me?” The soft and devoted look in her eyes removed all hesitation from your mind and you nodded. “Such a good girl for me. God I love how desperate you are to please me.”

And with that she moved her hips to rest against yours, she moved her hand down to position the tip of the fake cock against your entrance and you felt her part your folds. She rubbed the tip against your pussy and you both moaned at the feeling, her cock was surprisingly warm, almost vibrating with her magic, and you were once again dripping for her. With one hand still holding her cock against you, she leaned down over you, placing her other hand beside your head to hold herself up.

“Look at me.”She whispered, bringing her face right above yours, striking emerald eyes held all your attention. Her eyes remained focused on your face as she moved her hips into yours slowly. You felt her spread you apart, and she was sinking into you inch by inch, slowly, watching as you winced and gasped from her stretching you so thoroughly. While it was a little painful at first, you kept your eyes locked with hers, she was splitting you apart and yet you felt completely safe and warm in the way she looked at you, taking you in like an addict would a drug. And you weren’t the only one reacting, she bit her lip as she pulled out, groaning when she moved back inside you, you could tell she was holding so much back, but that just made her all the more sexy to you. She was still caring for your needs and how you felt and it made you all the more turned on. Finally, adjusting to her length and wanting to make her feel good, you moved your legs and wrapped them around her waist, pulling her into you all the way and locking your legs. She gasped at this, fully inside you know, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her hand gripped your waist with a bruising force to keep you were you were. You moaned at how full you felt, and how beautiful she looked in a blissful state. Interesting enough, as you both remained unmoving, you felt her pulsing inside you, and you knew it was her magic becoming excited. Your mind completely stopped working after that, and you couldn’t take it anymore. You whined, high pitched and needy, pulling her closer, her eyes snapped open, and she looked down at you.

“Fuck me.” You said while panting. “Fuck me mommy, I want you to destroy me, completely ruin this pussy for no one else. I want you so bad, just fill me up until I can’t take anymore, please mommy.” It was like a switched flipped, soft eyes turned feral and dark, her body tensed and she quickly moved her hands to grip your waist. She pulled her hips back and began to roughly pound into you, your body moved against the sheets with such force that the bed hit the wall. Your legs lost their hold around her waist from her movements and fell to the sides, so she grabbed your legs and pushed them into your chest. You moaned as you felt her go even deeper, and she grunted from how hard she was pounding into you.

“Fuck baby, is this what you want? Mommy pounding this pussy, ruining you for anyone else? You can never be anyone else’s, your mine, you belong to me and me alone. Gonna fill this pretty little pussy until your full of me. Would you like that? Mommy filling you up to the brim with her cum, maybe I’ll do just that, get you pregnant and breed you like the little bitch you are. Then you won’t ever leave me, even if you wanted to. I fill you up over and over again till this house is full of our children, and then some.” Wanda spoke with such a deep voice, nearly growling out her words. You were delirious, you weren’t sure if she was serious about getting you pregnant, but you were so consumed with pleasure, by her words, and possessiveness, that you didn’t really care. She was moving inside you at an alarming speed, and then she grabbed you by the throat, using her hold on you as leverage to move harder into you, cutting off a bit of your breathing, and that felt even better.

Your hands were on her back, pushing her closer to you, scratching red lines down her back that had you proud for finally marking her. She moaned at the pain and thoughts you had of claiming her, and moved her face into the crook of your neck, sucking on it harshly to leave her own mark on you. You both were getting closer, she could feel you squeezing her cock tightly, gripping around her like a wet glove, all you could hear was your slapping bodies, and sloshing noises you both made. She pressed herself fully against you, needing to feel more of you, your breasts connecting to rub against each other, her arms wrapped around you, holding you closer to her. You noticed her hips moving erratically, getting sloppier with her rhythm against you, she was getting close to her release as well.

What you didn’t notice though, was the wisps of scarlet leaving Wanda, coming from her chest and heading towards yours, right to your heart. As you both moved against each other, feeling absolutely euphoric and in love, you both reached your release. Wanda came inside you, hot spurts of cum filling you completely, moaning your name and whispering praises into your ear. You came with her, your pussy clenched hard around her, increasing both your pleasure as she pulsed inside you, she felt even warmer inside you. And as you both held one another, her magic worked its way around your heart, wrapping it in a protective hold, just like how she was holding you now, and solidifying her claim over you, leaving behind a red tattoo in the symbol of her crown over your heart.

You both eventually calmed down, Wanda’s magic disappeared and you whimpered from the sudden emptiness. Wanda shushed you, moving her head back a little to kiss your lips softly. She then waved her hand and used her magic to clean you both up. She moved you both so that she was now under you and you laid your head against her chest, she once again wrapped her arms around you, and pulled you closer, practically purring with you being content and safe within her arms. You noticed something different though, about yourself. You felt a warmth on your chest, and their was a new feeling inside you, in your heart. You looked down and gasped at the red crown over your heart.

“Wanda what is this?” Oddly enough, you weren’t asking out of concern, it was more out of curiosity. Wanda looked down at you and to where you were pointing and hummed, her lips tilted up into an appreciative and proud smile.

“Oh, that? It’s nothing to worry about. Think of it as a sign of my love. And know that because of this, I can always protect you. Now go to sleep my lovely girl, you did a lot today and mommy is so proud for how well you behaved. I love you so much, Mommy will be right here when you wake up.” You listened to her words, knowing she would never hurt you, and would always keep you safe. Wanda felt like home as you pressed further into her chest, and you were perfectly happy with being hers forever.

Wanda watched you fall to sleep, smiling at how adorable and sweet you were. She moved her hand down to the glowing crown over your heart and traced it lightly with her finger, her smile turned unhinged as she watched it pulse along with your heart. What Wanda didn’t tell you, was that you were now connected to her, a spell in the Darkhold allowing her to bind your hearts together, and forever keep you as hers. She would be able to know where you were at all times, sense if you were ever in danger, and most importantly it would keep you immortal, allowing her to love and be with you till the end of time. Of course there were a few other things that the tattoo did; like make your love for her remain permanent, and you would be more susceptible to her commands, and, Wanda’s favorite part, she would always be on your mind, you would never not think about her, even if you tried. Just like how she always thought of you. Besides, what else would you need to think about other than just being her good girl. But you didn’t really need to know any of that. She pressed her nose into your hair, relaxing further into you at your smell, and whispered, “ You’re mine, all mine.”

Part 3

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Is it okay if i request how yan!twisted wonderland characters act on how to handle f! Yuu when she got her period and practically in pain, i woild be happy too if you can do the teachers and staff but platonic yandere but if you don't want to it's fine

(This idea just comes to mind while i was in pain in my period right now, also sorry if my english not good)

Period Pain | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

“What could constitute that you have to lay around all day!?”

*Whimper* “Becasue the pain is actually unbearable…”

“Oh…I didn’t realize you were suffering. Ace, Deuce, why didn’t you offer to help them before!?”

“But we just found out!” 

“Quick, it is on the Queen’s orders that we care for our lov–I mean friends! Get them soup immediately!” 

His various studies done in his childhood will probably include the female anatomy at one point

But he’s never witnessed it until now

And learning what your like during this time not only is this an awesome learning opportunity 

(Which he’s telling if anyone asks)

But this is the perfect time to take care of you

And flex his husband bone a bit

Directing your friends and the students of Heartslabyul to help with various tasks you need to get done

He’s worried for you 

More than usual 

Treating it like a sickness if your debating if you should go to class

“I suggest that you take the day off! While I know more than anything that you don’t want to miss assignments but your health is of utmost importance.”

And if you do decide to stay

He’s checking on you after and in the middle of class 

Often asking for your ratings of pain

When it comes to more comfort he’s hesitant

Mostly because he’ll burn up in a blush the moment he makes contact with you

Don’t even think about if you show your slightly upset with someone

It's not even in your control but Sam just so happens to run out of your preferred pain medication

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THERE'S NO MORE!!! WHAT KIND OF ESTABLISHMENT–!!!!” 

Face redder than your blood

you can usually count on the dormleader’s anger scaring who ever bought the last pack into offering it for free as long as he doesn’t burn the building down

At the end of the day he’s pleased that he can provide for you…

“In the future…Let it be known that you can call me at any time. It’d be concerning if I couldn’t do this..”

Trey Clover

Probably informed by Ace complaining about your odd behavior he’s hurriedly rushing into action

Even though his sister is still young Trey is the type of guy to just know that this happens 

Showing up with your favorite treats specially baked by him

“Figured you were feeling a little under the weather–so I brought some of your favorites.”

He’s not going to invite everyone to help him out like Riddle

Taking into account your integrity and privacy 

He’ll keep it between the two of you

Heating pad, pain relief, tampons, pads he’s got it if he suspects you need it

Observing your behavior puts him ahead of everyone else

“It's alright (Y/n), you can rest on my shoulder. I’m sure its rough going through that by yourself.”  

He offers himself as someone you can confide in especially more than usual

Willing to be a bit bolder the more you rely on him

He’s willing to give you a massage or to rub your tummy while you doze off

It gives him so much more leeway than his typical…drugging scheme plans 

“There’s no need to worry (Y/n), I’ll be here for you the whole time.”

Cater Diamond

“Whoa this is like the worst thing ever, for you I mean!” 

He gives you a hard time at first but ultimately he’s there to help

But don’t expect him not to document the whole thing

You can’t tell me Cater isn’t going to heavily allude on his socials that your dating

‘Going to buy painkillers for Pumpkin-bae’

If you at some point bring it up, he’ll just say that's a nickname he uses for you it doesn’t mean anything it does

He’s more than willing to rub your back and tummy 

But beware should you find yourself sleeping off the pain he’s taking so many pictures

With no regard to the fact that you just feel your worst 

he’s archiving and posting like this is Crewlchella

“Ah, isn't my babycakes the cutest!?”

Despite his willingness to share online all about you he’s hesitant to let the curious but helpful students in to help. 

When he does he’s secretly mulling with a smile on his face

But believe him when he finds a way to casually dismiss everyone

Being sure to be your sole confidant at one point or another

“Well well aren’t you miss popular? No worries you’ve got me all to yourself and I’m definitely made of boyfriend-material!” 

Deuce Spade

“Oh? Oh. OHhhh!” 

Either you or one of his seniors is going to have to spell it out for him

And even when he gets it he still doesn’t understand

Acts like your bleeding out 

Trying desperately to stop the internal bleeding that isn’t happening

“I-I got you ice! I hope this will help. Its what my mom would give me when I was in pain.”

He doesn’t understand your mood swings but he’s going to back you up nonetheless

Yelling at someone randomly he’s either hopping on your rage train or just standing out of your way

He’s really confused but he wants to help 

And he’s willing to throw punches if it comes down to it

If you need something from him you’ll have to ask 

He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed

“I’m here to help (Y/n), just tell me what you need!” 

Ace Trappola

“Uhhh that's gross!” 

“Ace!” 

“Sorry sorry, fine we’ll help you.” 

He’s willing to help if only to avoid your wrath  

He starts acting fussy when Deuce or anyone else gets asked to help

Or when you flash a thankful look at anyone but him

That's when he starts really putting in the work

And that is truly what gets him motivated to help

Bragging rights and something to hold over you head

But when its boiled down to it and you two were all alone

He’d sigh before offering to rub anywhere in particular

His hands may wander but for the most part he’s there for that insatiably warm feeling that burns his insides when you genuinely thank him

“H-hey y-you know you owe me right? Okay, okay fine, you don’t but at least let me do this…it’d be a pain if you came out of this and thought I was a jerk right?”

SavannaClaw

Leona Kingscholar

“Don’t bleed all over my bed, herbivore!” 

He probably knows it's here before you do 

Groaning as he starts making preparations for you to keep laying in bed

Just because nature decided to beat you up doesn’t mean cuddling is going to stop

No no in fact it's going to increase because on the worse days your bed-ridden anyway

He’s hardly leaving your side but he’s not taking actual care of your needs

That's Ruggie’s job

But he’d be darned if he let your scent spur any of his students into insubordination

“She’s mine. If you really want to test that out I’m more than happy to leave you incapacitated for the rest of your life. Grr!”

He’s comforting in that he is a literal heater pack,

That holds you tight while wrapping his arms possessively around you

He makes a bigger deal of ‘hating’ it when your on your period

He doesn’t really care, blood isn’t going to stop him from having a good time~

He’s more annoyed with the fact that he has to relentlessly drown you in his scent so you don’t get unwanted trouble

He’s no doubt willing to personally bully whoever to get you your comfort foods 

“C’mon herbivore be grateful I thought of you on the way over.”

Ruggie Bucci

“Eek! Already!?”

He does keep track though 

He includes you in his monthly budget

Prepared to satiate whatever you may need during this time

Especially some painkillers that will help you cart through the day without him

He’s a busy hyena

He typically won’t be able to drop everything for you

But no doubt when the moment arises he’s got groceries and anything you need

“Take it easy (Y/n), you’ll be more able to score more deals if you're actually not fighting cramps. So just rest.”

He’s really respectful 

And he may not have the luxury of staying over the whole time

But if not the night than the early morning

After all he has to take care of Leona 

“Geez you’d think I should pay for my services with how often I’m doing this.”

“But you already do…”

“Then where's my paycheck?”

“Uh you get yours in hugs and kisses?”

“...okay with interest, right?”

Jack Howl

“I am prepared for this! Steel yourself (Y/n)! Hold out just a little bit longer.”

Once again may have picked up on it much sooner than you

Will be especially vigilant, fully taking the environment into account

He’s not going to scent you directly unless he outright asks

Otherwise major guard-dog energy

Such a cheerleader

He realizes there isn’t much he can do other than offer his body heat and general comfort

“So this is the true power of being a woman? Truly admirable!” 

He’s getting whatever you need by any and all means necessary

That's his job as your mate

He must be your protector, your provider

“Leave it to me (Y/n)! I’m here for you. As I’ll always be.” 

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

“I-i see uhm I’ll uh-help you with that. Contrary to belief I am prepared for this.”

He’s really not lying

Upping his own research about women and how to impress them 

Left him with a quite a lot of knowledge about the female anatomy

He’s fretting all throughout the day as he prepares a little care package

His anxiety is on an all time high as he debates if he should give this to Jade to deliver

But true to nature he’ll laugh and come up with some arbitrary excuse

Forcing Azul to do it himself 

Red in the face as he's stumbling over his words he’s truly not used to seeing you so vulnerable

But once he pushes down his initial embarrassment 

He’s more than happy to do whatever you wish because he likes being useful to you

“Hey Azul can you pass me–”

“The heating pad? Already have it.”

“Oh thanks!”

“/////”

He does get a little concerned when others help more than him 

So he might just buy or threaten for whatever someone is bringing you so that he can officially hand it to you himself

“Just know I’m more than capable of doing this and so much more. S-so be at ease around me okay?”

Jade Leech

”Oh my! Well I guess it is that time after all.”

Pretends this is a surprise when he finds you hunched over somewhere

He totally keeps track 

But he thinks it's amusing to see you struggle with handling your mood and dealing with the cramps

He’s helping all the while 

With front row seats to your most vulnerable moments

He’s enjoying it until he’s pulled away or you begin relying on everyone else

Working in the Monstro Lounge during your week of pain has him stinking up the place with his terrible mood

Bordering Floyd levels of strangulation encounters 

he’s relentlessly trying to burn off his explosive anger from being away from you during this time

Call him instinctually motivated but the moment he gets the chance he slinking back to your side

“Don’t stop me from going to them…otherwise I will stay…and see exactly how fragile your ribcage is.”

Floyd Leech

“And you’ll just be laying around because of cramps? That sounds boring!”

He’s not much help in the realm of comfort 

Unless your yelling at him during a particularly intense pain cycle 

He’s not going to do anything

But he is in a bad mood

“My shrimpy won’t talk to me…They’re in such a bad mood…it puts me in a bad mood!”

Watch out without you there to maintain some semblance of balance he’s practically on a rampage

No one is safe

And in that mentality everyone is catering to you so you can entertain him for a short awhile

He won’t completely abandon you if you very seriously explain or your crying from the pain/frustration

“Shrimpy…you're really hurting aren’t you?”

Only for you

Only for you will he settle himself down to cuddle you 

Holding you tight against him 

No one will bear witness

And if they do they will wish they hadn’t

“It's not so boring laying with my shrimpy…and it certainly won’t be boring when you’re not breathing.”

Scarabia

Jamil Viper

“I have just the recipe for this.”

He’s a caretaker 

Has been all his life so this is no hard feat

Although he’s not used to caring for a girl on her cycle 

he's still one of the best

He’s cooking for you, giving you a heating pad, massaging you if you’ll allow it

He’s more than willing after all you’ve done so much for him

Yes, he’ll have to juggle Kalim but he can handle that just fine

This is you and he actually doesn’t mind caring for you

Afterall it further proves how capable of a man he can be for you

“I’m here for you, (Y/n). Obviously It’d be most convenient if you just married me.”

Kalim Al Asim

“Oh my gosh are you bleeding!? We have to call the teachers!”

Jamil has to sit him down and explain it to him

And even then he still has a hard time grasping it

But he’s more than willing to drop everything to provide whatever help he can

Which is mostly just Jamil actually relieving your discomfort

His way of helping is just buying the highest products 

And then trying to somehow “Party up” your period

“Hey (Y/n)! Let’s try playing a game to distract from the pain!”

“Ugghhhhh.”

“Great!”

He’s really trying 

And even when you or Jamil kick him out for awhile 

He feels the pressure of how many others are successfully helping you 

And decides he needs to get better

Or at least have a better understanding

So he will ask you about your ailment

Lending a listening ear whenever you want to ramble, rant, or complain

“Tell me all of it (Y/n). I can’t ever get tired of you.”

Pomfieore

Vil Schoenheit

“Oh dear…well I guess it can’t be helped.”

He was aware that this time would come 

And while he’s not usually one to indulge in endless cuddling he will do it if only to satisfy you and him too

Already there with the best products 

Heating pads, painkillers, and whatever high quality products that will come on short notice

He is definitely verbally bullying who ever came to help

He might insist on putting make up on you if your not a fan of it

What are you going to do, when you’re busy curled up in pain

If you try to get him to go away or not see you because he is a supermodel celebrity

He’s shutting that down real quick

“Don’t think I’d let you rely on some potato when I’m the one who cares.”

Rook Hunt

“Right on schedule madamoiselle!”

Totally kept track and if you didn’t come open the door he let himself in

He’s actually really amicable with anyone who wants to help 

Saying ‘it's a beautiful display of friendship and love for Madamesoile Trickster'

Comfort food? he’ll get it

Massage? He’ll do it

Pain Relief….the natural way? PLEASE LET HIM

“Blood is not deterrent for me, muya lyubov.”

You’ll have to get him to leave with how…unafraid he is with your blood

Need to insert a menstrual cup? He avidly volunteers

Have to change a pad? He’ll help you change into a new one

No? Fine. He’ll throw out the other one for you

It never even made it to the trash

He fully is able to get whatever size you prefer

You never told him

You really didn’t have to though

“Rest easy Madamemoiselle Trickster! I will happily take care of you with great pleasure for it is an honor to see your beauty uncontained!” 

Epel Felmier

“I’m on it! Leave it to me!”

Doesn’t really understand but he’s here to help

While I’m not confident he’s going to really know what he’s doing

He’s trying with that determined look on his face

This actually makes him quite happy 

He can provide for you without having insane muscle mass

At least your mood can be a bit better when Epel concocting an apple tea that fills the space with such awesome smells

He’ll now start trying to keep track of it 

Showing up at your house hair pulled bag and care package filled to the brim

Hiding behind his determination to grow he’s absolutely ecstatic on the fact that you have to rely on him

“I..want to be really good at this, (Y/n)! So please let me help!” 

Ignihyde

Ortho Shroud

“I’ve scanned my archives and have deduced that this will be the most effective during your menstrual cycle.”

The moment you groan in pain he is on it

What kind of little brother would he be if he couldn’t do this at the very least

Portable heating pad, Massager, personal pharmacist

You name it he’s got it

After all as your future little brother it's only natural he help you with that stuff

“No worries (Y/n)-san, I’ll take care of you during this major happiness debuff!”

Idia Shroud

“This is…the prophesied otome nightmare! The period!” 

He’s not coming near you for awhile 

This is uncharted territory for him and he’s debating if he wants to challenge that

He no doubt sent Ortho to help if you 

Now the question is does he end up making an appearance

On one hand he’s sure to build up on relationship points if he goes

But if he doesn’t go his rivals will no doubt up their statuses with his absence

He’d still be watching on all the cameras, so he’d know if they really were making any progress

But what about you? 

For the possibility that you look at him or thank him for helping

Even going so far as maybe leaning on him!?!?! 

Your touch alone could boost his morale significantly 

Not to mention sending him in an absolute frenzy

In the end he’ll stick it out…if only Ortho enters with him

“From my research, something that's helpful for dealing with pain is a distraction…so would you want to watch me play?”

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia

“Child of man? Are you…dying?!”

He’s very confused and incredibly scared

Whether you're clutching your midsection in pain or having bled through your pants

He’s in hysterics

Weren’t you supposed to live longer!? 

He’s in a panic teleporting you to a teacher or the Diasomnia dorm 

Where he’s urgently informing Lilia and staff about your situation

If your not already crying from embarrassment he’s eventually told the reason why this is happening

“You’re not dying but you’re still in pain? How…peculiar of the human body to plague you in such a way.”

If your period was a person he would have brutally murdered them a long time ago

Sneering at the mention of it while your groaning about it

Don’t let him know about how to make it stop

Otherwise your going to have a hard time convincing him this isn’t worth getting you pregnant for

A good way to is to give him another way to help

Maybe removing the pain with pleasure?

“If this spares you the pain of that wretched cycle then I will give you everything you desire.”

Lilia Vanrouge

“Ah, that time is here. Well then guess I should be making you my special recipe!”

“No, please! Anything but that!” 

He’s one who may not keep track but he’s able to notice the signs

You’re so vulnerable he can get away with so much!

Like every situation that involves you he is amusing himself

He’ll help you with remedies he’s experienced through his many travels

Providing exotic painkillers that magically transform all your pain into something alse

Uh oh! Now you have something else bothering you, oh what will you do?

“Oya you seem to be struggling. No worries! I’m more than prepared to help you with this pleasurable side effect. No worries, I'm no stranger to blood!”

Silver Vanrouge

“Bleeding!?!?! Stand back! I need to put pressure on the wound!”

As soon as you get him to stop trying to put pressure on your…yeah

You’ll have to specifically explain the science behind your cycle 

Alas his support is immediately garnered

“Alright! Fath–Lilia said I could aid you in this endeavor. Saying it’d be a good experience for my future as a guard to Master Malleus.”

He’ll do all that he can with due diligence

And he’s more than happy to curl up to take your naps with you

But when all's said and done you’ll try and send him away

Keyword: “Try”

“Okay thanks for all your help Silver. Have a good night.”

“Are you heading to bed?”

“..no.”

“Alright then.”

“...”

“...”

“So you're not going to leave?”

“Of course not. My job is to guard you after all, I can’t possibly let you go through this on your own as your suitor”

“Oh oka–wait suitor?”

Sebek Zigvolt

“WHAT IS THIS?! Y-YOU’RE DYING!? DYING!”

He’s alarmed 

He knows humans are fragile but to be bleeding so much with no prior warning

Your akin to glass

He’s ultimately going to ignore your reservations until your loudly explaining the science of your cycle to this man

Eventually he will so gracefully take it upon himself to provide his help to you

Doesn’t matter if you never asked he’s helping

You’re so much weaker than him it's natural that he expertly help

With no surprise to you he’s quite bad at this

Misusing your pads/tampons/other 

Throwing away your pain killers because they were ‘weak person’s crutch’

And overall just not making this a good time

So you’ll have to explain everything to him 

Every tool, every step has a meaning so if he wants to help he’s following your lead

And for you to be so stern and serious…

SHOWS HOW DEDICATED AND POWERFUL YOU ARE!!

“I no doubt misjudged your expertise!! Show me your ways so that I may aid you in our future together!”

Staff

Dire Crowley 

“Oh…uhm, right…what does that mean again?”

He’s trying…kinda

You need to ask him for permissions to deal with it anyway 

And it would be especially gracious of him to supply everything that you need

…so that you’re not bleeding everywhere

It’d be concerning if that were that the case 

So he’s totally following your lead with this one

Even though he’s not a fan of the fact so many of the students are swarming around you during this time

For all he knows you may need many people to help you deal with it

He really doesn’t like seeing you in pain so if you do at some point complain about it 

He’s frantically sending you home

“Whatever you need (Y/n). I’m so gracious I shall help you with your condition.”

“It's not a condition, it's a natural bodily function for me that just so happens to come every month.”

“E-every month?”

“Yes…don’t look at me like that! It is entirely normal and healthy!”

Crewel Divus

“Do you have everything you need? I wouldn’t be surprised if Sam didn’t have that.” 

He’s on top of it like Donkey Kong 

Making sure you have everything you need 

The only problem is the various boys that are ‘willing to help’

“I should have had Jack install those removable boards on Ramshackle’s windows…now the unruly curs will slink in.”

He’s wordlessly setting some magical traps for those who want to reach Ramshackle

His puppy is vulnerable and they’re surrounded by a bunch of other pups that are much bigger and rougher

If anyone asks about you he’s misleading them so hard

“Stay away from (Y/n) pups especially this week!”

“Y-YES SIR!” 

“Good boys. Now let’s continue working.”

Mozus Trein 

“I see. How’s your pain tolerance? Will you still be able to attend class?”

Seasoned veteran right here

He’s not freaking out because he knows you probably know best

But if you couldn’t get something on campus or in the town he’s willing to do what he can

He’s mostly being the reasonable voice when everyone just doesn’t understand

Depending on your own situation he’ll give you a written list of remedies he’s followed

While silently sending Lucius to watch after you

And I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually joined Crewel in putting protections on Ramshackle 

“For once we’re in agreement. I doubt the students will be able to comprehend, let alone actually be of service to her.”

Ashton Vargas

“What, why would that stop you from exercising? Don’t you know pushing through the pain is how you look like me!?”

“No no you don’t understand this pain is much different.”

“I fail to see why you should stop even still!”

“If you don’t get me off this field I’ll bleed all over it.”

“O-okay. To the nurse you go!” 

“Thank you.”

He’s not sympathetic because he doesn’t understand

And unless you phrase it as some type of training or exercise he will cheer you on

“Ace that period, (Y/n)!! You’ve got this!”

Sam

“Well that’s why I just stocked up on it, just for you!”

Really the MVP when it comes to comfort

He likes to pretend he doesn’t need to but he definitely did research about it

He wasn’t about to turn his favorite baby sis-student away unsatisfied

He also knows your harem will probably come soon and he can’t wait to play matchmaker

“And here’s that (f/f) you ordered in advance and for you some (h/f). Happy eating or rather gifting.” 

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Aemond Targaryen x Blind! Reader Pt. 3.5

Summary: How you came to stay long term in the Red Keep and becoming closer friends with Aemond and Helaena.

Requested: I've had quite a few people comment and privately request for having the reader to feel Aemond's face to know what he looks like so that is also included.

Warnings: Nothing different from the previous ones. SOFT! Aemond.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 3.5 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5

Aemond:

Now if anyone had asked you how you were able to get so close with these two in the coming years, you would respond with luck and timing.

After Aemond's maiming he became much colder, borderline psychotic some would go so far as to say. You disagreed but only to a degree.

Yes, Aemond did change. But you could understand why. He wanted to be the best swordsman in the seven kingdoms. A job that required two functioning eyes.

Due to his lack of eye, he suffered from differences in perception. It was much harder for him to gauge where an opponent was in comparison to him so blocking and striking was momentously harder.

Don't even get him started on his massive blind spot.

But regardless, you became friends with him before that change in personality had truly set in.

Had you met him a few years later, you were sure that your lives would've been much different.

Aemond knew that his would be more miserable which was likely why he acted more or less the same to you over the years. You didn't want anything in return for his time and care.

Honestly, you just wanted him to look after himself and not his family that he was so hellbent of keeping together. Even if he had a love-mostly hate relationship with his older brother.

It was absolutely safe to say that Aemond trusted you with thoughts that he did not with his mother. Now, he loved his mother a lot, but it did feel as though it would only be reciprocated if he sacrificed something to help her.

With you, it was easy. You only wanted him to be able to relax. That's what you wanted to spend his time doing and he would be lying if he said it didn't work.

It seemed that nowadays he was only able to be truly relaxed around you and maybe Helaena.

You asked him to read his favourite books to you in the Godswood. He had a wide range of literature knowledge, so you were never bored by the books he read to you.

Sometimes he asked if he could lay his head in your lap, you accepted of course.

I mean, who wouldn't?

You often jested about characters in the books and relating them to people that you knew of around the Red Keep, leading to multiple fits of laughter as you imagined different scenarios.

Further on in time, after he had turned 5 and 10 years (yourself being 4 and 10) you would ask him to take you down to the training yard.

He wasn't sure why and he knew you wouldn't be able to take part because of your condition.

Don't worry, he'd probably give you secret self-defence classes in the middle of the night when he thinks you're ready.

You just wanted to see how he was improving, or rather hear.

When you complimented him after his training, he would ask how you knew that he was improving.

You answered simply 'Your feet don't scruff as much when you move. You move more confidently; I can tell my how much weight you put into your steps. Plus, I can actually hear Cole struggling when your swords clash. You are indeed improving.'

You remembered when you first asked if you could touch his face, he was stunned for a second but knew why you were asking such a thing.

'Are you sure you would like to do that?' What if you felt his scar and realised that being see with someone as hideous as him wasn't worth your time.

He almost wanted to refuse but alas you would not stand down.

Aemond was finding it much harder to say no to you now anyways.

The first time you did it Aemond was only a few inches above you as both of you were only just in your teenage years (or whatever they call it in that period).

You had placed the palms of your hands on the crown of his head and gently ran them through his lengthening hair. Targaryen hair, as you had found when comparing with Helaena, was rather fine and sleek but they made more strands than other hair colours as you came to find.

You started at the top and then came down, feeling over each of his facial features.

You only ran your thumb over his scar and eye patch as you knew how self-conscious he was of it.

At the time he had softer features, the only thing that remain constant over the years was the shape of his scar.

You agreed to do this at the end of every month, just to see how his face changed over the years.

It was usually a few months at a time that you would recognise a change.

You were always anxious to feel someone's face as it was a very intimate thing for you to do. You hadn't even done it with all of your siblings because they thought it to be weird and unnatural.

Eventually you grew more comfortable, especially since you did it so often with Aemond.

Each time you noticed he would be a little bit taller, eventually you found yourself having to balance of the tips of your toes to reach the top of his face.

Eventually he just started leaning down further to do it and after a few back cramps you just decided to do it while sitting on two chairs facing each other.

The more you grew comfortable the bolder you became and the more excited you were to see how he had changed.

You can imagine his surprise that instead of going from finding the length of his hair to his forehead, you went from his hair to holding his cheeks and feeling along the cheek bones and his jaw line.

He could've sworn he felt his heart flutter

He was happier than he'd ever admit when the cheek holding part became part of the regular routine.

Extra:

Sometimes when Aemond's paranoia of his family got the best of him, an effect from how he was raised it's harder to surprise someone whose expecting all hell to break lose, he would find himself asking 'Would I really fight and die for these people?'

His mother? Most of the time, when she wasn't insulting you or scolding Helaena for her visions.

Aegon? Hard pass, nothing needs to be explained here. Well, he liked to think that but no matter what, Aegon was still his brother even if he hated him for everything he'd done and who he was.

Helaena? Yes, if he was fighting for her then he was fighting someone willing to harm someone so sweet and innocent.

When he would think about this question for you, he would silently turn to look at you.

Watch quietly as you made a small flower crown that you would place on your head before chuckling about how atrocious it must look because it would pretty much fall to pieces straight away.

He thought about how we would go to his sister later and ask her to teach him how to make one himself so that he could surprise you with one later.

He gave you a bright smile that, sadly, you or anyone else would never have the pleasure of seeing. He wouldn't smile like that around anyone but you.

'Yes, I would absolutely kill for you, and I would not apologise for ever doing so, anyone who is trying to harm you is clearly my enemy.'

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Can u write something with Daemon Targaryen x reader ! Otto’s daughter (allicent sister). Daemon kiss the reader because he wants annoy her father but he likes her too. Otto find out and slap de reader. Daemon interrupt a concil meeting to give back the slap to her father.

Control - Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader

summary: After Prince Daemon kisses you in the courtyard of the castle, your father, Otto Hightower, confronts you about it. An argument leads to him becoming physically violent, and you storming out of the room crying. Daemon finds you, however, and when he finds out who left that red mark on your cheek, he immediately seeks revenge.

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: physical violence, parental mental abuse 

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A gentle breeze caressed your skin as you sat underneath a tree in the castle courtyard, an open book laying on your angled legs and a barely touched apple in your right hand. You were humming a soft tune as you rested your head against the tree in your back, taking a break from reading, which you had been doing for almost the entire morning. 

Your eyes were a bit sore so you placed the book aside and the apple in your lap and rubbed your eyes, a deep exhale escaping you. Judging by the way the sun stood, it was way past noon now and your younger sister Alicent should have returned from whatever business she did not want you to know about.

You and her had never been particularly close, so it did not bother you much, though.

By now, you had to narrow your eyes to avoid being blinded by the sun, so you picked up the book and apple and rose to your feet, wanting to seek shelter in the shade the tree cast onto the other side of the grass. But a figure before you made you stop in your tracks, and bow your head respectfully. 

“My prince,” you said, waiting patiently for him to respond as you used your free hand to shield your eyes from the sunlight. “A pleasure seeing you here, though I must say it is unexpected.”

He raised his eyebrows, a strand of white hair falling in his face as he observed you with a faint smile on his lips. Prince Daemon seemed uncharacteristically calm, at least judging by what you’ve heard around the castle. Whenever he spoke to you, however, he was collected and at least mostly civil. 

You remembered when you sparked quite the controversy during a ball, when you and Daemon danced together to spite both your father and his brother. It had become somewhat of a thing you two helped each other with, since you tried to avoid marriage proposals at any cost, and Daemon wanted his brother to annul his own marriage. 

“Is it so unusual that I would spend time in my own home’s garden, Lady (y/n)?” He asked, though his tone was teasing if anything. You bit into the apple, calmly chewing and swallowing before you answered. He had interrupted your afternoon, so he would have to wait for an answer. 

“Given how rarely you do it, I would say so,” you replied before taking another bite, and his eyes rested on your lips for half a second. 

“Oh, you are keeping track?” 

“Far from it,” you replied without letting his amusement get to you. “Though the gossiping mouths at court are easy to overhear.” You crossed one arm in front of your chest and used it to rest your other elbow on it, as you continued taking bites from the apple in your hand.  

“Is that what you tell yourself to rest easy at night?” He asked, following you when you turned away from him to step into the shade of the tree on the other side, your book trapped between your arm and your waist. 

“I sleep just fine, my prince, but I am grateful for your very genuine concern.” You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from chuckling, just as he appeared from behind the tree where you had left him, dangerously close to you and with mischief glistening in his green eyes. 

You inhaled sharply at the sudden closeness, but kept your head held high to meet his gaze. Although this banter between you was not rare, he had never gotten this close before. It reminded you of the many times your father had told you to stay away from him, claiming he’d be the downfall of the Targaryen dynasty one way or the other. But you had never been particularly content about the calm days at court. Your father knew that if you had a single drop of Valyrian blood in you, he wouldn’t have been able to pull you off a dragon. 

Daemon placed a hand on the tree trunk just above your head while his eyes flickered to something behind you for a moment, before meeting yours again. “Oh, you are very welcome, Lady (y/n). But should you ever wish to change your sleeping habits, do let me know.” 

You did not miss the suggestive tone in his voice, and you were very sure that if your father could see you right now, he’d be very disappointed. 

“And what do you suggest, Your Grace?” You said with a challenging look on your face, but instead of replying, he shifted his gaze to the same spot again, letting it linger there for a while, before placing two fingers underneath your chin to tilt your head up slightly. 

“A lot of this,” he whispered, and his lips connected with yours. 

The book fell to the ground as your body tensed for a moment, not having anticipated that he’d do something like this. Your banter had never been more than words, thrown at each other. Sometimes, they did perhaps cross a certain line, though never had action followed them. 

He held your wrist with one hand and placed the other on your cheek, slowly guiding you to turn a little so that you felt the sun again. It became less and less of a hesitant kiss the more you gave in to it, and when you parted your lips to deepen it even more, you felt everything around you disappear. His smell of grass and leather was stronger now that you were even closer, and when his hand found its way into your hair, you let out a sigh. 

But just as you wanted to pull him closer, Daemon broke the kiss and brushed his nose against your cheek, as he said in a voice that gave no indication of your previous activity, “Good day, Lady (y/n).” 

He used your confused state to grab the half-eaten apple from your hand, taking a bite out of it as he gave you a cheeky grin and left the courtyard. You placed a hand on your chest, trying to catch your breath while heat rushed to your cheeks. It took you no more than a few seconds to collect yourself, however, and, after making sure that no one had seen you two, you left as well, trying your hardest not to get caught up in what had just happened.

Later that day, you heard a knock on your door while you were brushing your hair, but you already guessed that it was your father. Your suspicions were only confirmed when Otto Hightower stepped into your room, a very serious expression on his aging face. 

Sighing, you placed the hair brush aside and looked at him with raised brows. “What is it, father? I am supposed to meet Alicent in an hour’s time.”

“You are not going anywhere, (y/n),” he replied, closing the door behind him silently. 

Frowning, you replied, “What is this about?”

“Do not act so innocent, child,” he hissed, clearly fighting back tears as you stood from your chair and approached him, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You didn’t say a word, waiting for him to elaborate, but you already knew what this was about even before the words left his lips. 

“One of my people saw you and the prince in the courtyard.” A pause. “How many times have I told you to stay away from him?” His voice got louder by the second, his skin a light shade of red now. You had clearly angered him, which only angered you in return. 

“And how many times have I told you I do not wish for you to interfere in my personal affairs? I am no child anymore, father. And I am sick of being a pawn in your twisted games.” 

Otto clenched his teeth, crossing the room to stand before you as he raised a finger and pointed it at you warningly. “I am sending you back to Oldtown,” he said in a low voice, his anger barely contained. 

“To do what, exactly?” You taunted, not bothering to control your own fury. “Sit there and look pretty, until it is time for you to marry me off like a broodmare to some Lord twice my age? Like you did Alicent?” 

When his hand met your cheek, your mouth fell open, and your head turned. A burning, pulsing pain appeared, and you had to take a moment to fully process what had happened. Your father and you had always argued much, but it had never ended in physical violence, before now. 

“You ungrateful child,” he spat. “You look every bit like your mother and yet your mind is foul, and tainted. I have made Alicent queen of this realm, and you know why I did not choose you to fulfill this duty?” 

Tears stung your eyes as you turned to look at him with an expression that was somewhere between furious and pained, using your cold hand to try and ease the pain in your cheek. But Otto did not wait for you to reply. 

“Because I know you are incapable. Because Alicent is everything you will never be.” 

You swallowed hard, trying to suffocate your sobs before your father could hear them, as you brushed past him and stormed out of your room in your nightgown. You had chosen a beautiful dress for later, when you were supposed to meet your sister, but now it suddenly did not matter anymore. 

It was already later in the day, so the amount of servants present were scarce, which you were thankful for, since you could not hold back your tears any longer. Your father’s words had stung like never before, and the pain he had inflicted upon you only served as a physical manifestation of the way your heart ached. 

When you found an empty bench somewhere in a secluded part of the castle, you let yourself fall onto the stone and buried your face in your hands. All you had ever wanted as a child was his approval, but only Alicent seemed to be worthy of that in his eyes. You had told yourself multiple times that you were over it, though the little girl inside you knew that it was a lie. 

You didn’t know how long you had sat there, when his hand gently touched your shoulder, but the tears were dry as you jumped up, only to meet Prince Daemon’s eyes. He looked you up and down, clearly not needing to ask to know that you had cried. Shame made blood rush to your cheeks, and you averted your gaze. 

“What happened?” He asked with narrowed eyes, gaze locked on where your father had striked. The mark must have still been visible. 

“My father,” you replied after a long pause, which you used to debate whether it would even be smart to tell him. 

“He hit you?” Daemon took a step forward, and you finally gathered the courage to look into his eyes again. You didn’t even have to say a word, for your look was answer enough. Daemon’s eyes darkened, his jaw tensing. 

“Where is he?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper, but you could make out the anger in it. 

You looked out of the window to your left, and saw that the sun was now setting. “He should be at a council meeting now…but-” Before you could finish, you heard Prince Daemon’s steps and quickly turned your head to find him stomping down the corridor, not waiting for you to catch up. 

Nevertheless, you quickly collected yourself and ran after him. You didn’t know what he would do, and a part of you wanted to call him back and stop him from whatever his plan was, but the other, wounded part of you knew that this would be rightful payback. 

You fell into step with him, but remained quiet as you both made your way towards the council chambers. They were on the other side of the castle, so it took you a while to get there, and you noticed Daemon throwing side-glances at you occasionally, as if to make sure you were okay. Though you doubted he cared. 

When you finally reached the double door behind which the council meeting took place, Daemon did not even bother to knock as he threw the door open and marched into the room as if it was his, anger written all over his face. You followed him, but remained in the door frame, watching as the prince approached the long table in the center, around which sat multiple men. Some, you knew. Others were strangers to you. 

“What is the meaning of this, Daemon?” barked King Viserys as he rose to his feet, Princess Rhaenyra stopping next to him with a jug of what was presumably wine in her hands. 

But Daemon ignored his brother. His eyes were glued to your father, who was sitting in his chair and staring up at the prince furiously. Otto had already opened his mouth to say something, but only the first syllable made it out of his mouth when Daemon reached out with his hand and slapped your father across his cheek. 

His skin quickly turned red and when you approached you saw how Daemon’s rings had left blue spots on your father’s face. That must have hurt many times more than what you had endured, but you did not feel a single bit of remorse. 

“Do not,” Daemon said in a low, threatening voice as he trapped Otto in his chair,  “ever lay a hand on her again.” 

Otto looked to the other council members, and you could already see on his face that he would try to twist this situation to his own benefit, so you stepped in. 

“Listen to him, father,” you said, and all eyes were on you now. “I will not be treated this way.”

“(y/n)!” Otto shouted as if he was scolding a little child. It made your blood boil. 

“If you have a problem, Lord Hightower.” Daemon straightened his back again, looking down at him with disgust in his eyes. “You should take it up with me. And we shall see whose burning skin will taint the air.” 

Before your father could reply, Daemon turned on his heel while he ignored his brother calling out to him, demanding he turn around and explain himself, but Daemon only looked at you. His eyes were reassuring, and when he reached you, the prince threw one last glance at the council table before pressing a passionate kiss to your lips. The satisfied smirk on his face and the almost caring way he placed his hand on your still reddened cheek were the only things the council members saw, before you both left the room, his hand interlocked with yours.

[ssinboo]

Grasp The Thorn

summary: As your loyal knight, Kim Mingyu is more than willing to serve any and all of your commands.

“But he who dares not grasp the thorn  Should never crave the rose.”  ― Anne Bronte

pairing: Historical!AU - Knight!Mingyu x Queen!F!Reader, somewhat friend with benefits? you’ll see

word count: 2.7k

warnings: sexism, mentions of blood and murder, detailed smut. Oral (F rec.), Fingering, Monster Cock Mingyu Agenda™️, praise kink if you squint, massive breeding kink, they absolutely adore each oher

a/n: I’ll be mostly out of commission for this week, longing after my missing wisdom teeth, so do enjoy this in my absence!

The loaded atmosphere felt so thick you could touch it. Though the woman sitting at the end showed no sign of emotions, every occupant in the long table fervorously disagreed with her actions. 

“We will not go to a meaningless war. My word is final. Meeting adjourned.” 

Her voice rang velvet smooth, not a single syllable too loud. Among grumbling, the council quietly stood up to bow as she exited. 

“The throne should have never gone to a woman.” 

The words stung more than she ever led on.

Inheriting the throne after your father’s death brings endless expectations to be met. Especially when you’ve been painted as the Kingdom’s shameful little spoiled princess. Your spending habits and luxurious life were targets of nothing disgust, even if your siblings and cousins enjoyed the same extravagant lifestyle you did. 

From the second you were born, you were set on the path to inherit this great Kingdom and received the greatest education available. Despite your father’s greatest efforts, your coronation was met with rebellion from power-hungry nobles.

They wished for your abdication and quietly, for your death. 

Even if you led your country into success, even if you ruled with an iron fist, getting rid of corrupt officials and lowering the misery of your people.

Oh, you would never convince them, so you gave up convincing them.

“You will take care of him, please?” You pout, flashing puppy-eyes at your loyal Knight.

He smirks, running his tongue over his teeth. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Mingyu was your beloved servant, assigned to your protection since you were kids. His father protected the King as did his grandfather before. You know he would lay his life on the line if it meant you wouldn’t be as much as inconvenienced. 

Differing from when you were young, he had grown into a terrifying, mountain of a man that set fear in the eyes of anyone who dared cross his Queen. That fear is justified, of course. 

“I will be in my chambers,” You smile, watching the darkened glaze of lust flare over his eyes.

“Oh, your majesty, you spoil me,” Mingyu whispers dangerously close to your ear. His hot breath fans at your skin, lighting a fire in your chest.

But he leaves before you can lean into his body and relish in his warmth. 

Not too long after, — Your knight never left you waiting, — Mingyu climbs into your window and jumps down with a thunderous thud. He’s still wiping the blood off his skin, not bothering at all with his clothes, he wouldn’t be wearing them for very long. 

He finds you completely relaxed in the large tub, rose water filling the air with its sweet scent. You lean over the edge, watching as he strides toward you, pride dripping down his rugged clothes.

“Done so soon?” You ask, biting at your fingernails, eyeing his body up and down.

“I had someone better waiting for me.” You giggle at his response and raise your hand, gesturing at his clothes.

“Get out of those and join me.”

Oh, he did not need to be told twice. 

You’re torn between wanting him naked as rapidly as humanly possible and enjoying the show of watching him slowly rip away every blood soaked piece of cloth that hides that gorgeous body from your view.

Your rebellious subjects were very upset to hear your disinterest in taking a husband. How could you accept a spoiled, boring prince from a shitty Kingdom when you had your beloved knight?

Soon, he’s joining you and almost draining the tub with a big splash. 

You flatten your hands against his broad, defined chest and push him back, until he’s settled at the edge. Eyes soaking up his glistening, tanned skin, you run your fingernails along his scars, circling his nipple. 

Mingyu bites his lip, intently watching your fierce study of his body. He hesitantly reaches for your waist, waiting for your approval, when you lean into his touch, his arms are fast to grip your body. 

“How was it?” You whisper, doe eyes absolutely bloodthirsty, his second favourite lust. 

“Absolutely delightful,” He mimics your low tone, “He did not see it coming.”

You laugh, “How did you do it?” 

“Slit his fuckin’ throat. Neat and clean just like you like it.” His fingers trace your jaw, eyes very clearly scanning your face, craving your praise.

You smile, “You did so well, so good.” Leaning forward, you’re the one to initiate the kiss, but he’s the one to deepen it. 

His mouth is on yours hungrily, almost angry. His arm is curled around your waist, easily pulling your body up and settling you on his lap.

Tongue bullying into your lips, he pulls you to his chest. Your fingers find his hair, dampened in blood but still soft, so soft against your pulls. 

Lips devouring yours, hot and demanding, Mingyu has you whining under his kiss, your stomach jumping under the scathing electricity that runs down your arteries. 

He pulls away, all breathless and lustful-eyed, gazing you down so hungrily you feel your body shudder in anticipation. Soon, his lips are attached to your neck, tongue running hotter than you’d ever get accustomed to. He sucks and kisses your skin, leaving his claim for anyone to see — Not that he’d ever let anyone pay attention to you for more than a second. 

You’re painfully aware of the way his tongue obviously avoids your nipples, so you shove his head toward the right spot, not missing the way he laughs against your skin. 

Head thrown back, you focus on the way his lips expertly suck at your nipple, pinching and pulling until it stands hardened and tight, just begging for his attention. 

Your fingers dig into his scalp, bringing a welcome stinging sensation that has Mingyu moaning into your chest. 

“Need to taste you— Please, Please—“ His voice is breathless, a desperate plea that falls heavy on your core. 

You nod fervorously, letting him manhandle you as he wishes. His large, muscly arms have no issue lifting your body from the water and bending you over the edge. — He lays your towel over the wood, not allowing its rugged texture to ever bother your skin.

Mingyu moans at the sight of your dripping pussy, glistening under the dim candle light begging for his lips. Not once, would he ever tire of watching your body react to him.

He licks a long stripe along your slit, collecting your juice along his tongue, moaning at the way your taste immediately coats his lips. You feel the vibration of his humming straight in your core, ripping out the sweetest sigh out of your lips. 

Pulling your legs apart, he settles in his favourite spot. Slowly, he laps at your clit, watching it swell under his attention. Your body shudders at the slightest of his touch, of course, he trained you well to react to him and him only. 

Sucking and kissing at your sensitive bud, Mingyu watches you lose thread of sanity slowly. He expertly devours your cunt, fingernails digging into the abundant flesh of your hips drawing crescent-moon shapes along your skin. 

Your hips thrust to meet his tongue, rubbing your pussy along his nose and lips, and he whines sweetly, not wanting to miss a single drop of your essence. 

“Give me more—“ You moan out, gripping at the tub with all your strength. “Give me your fingers—“ 

He smirks against your skin, your juices dripping down his chin in a glorious, sinful coating. Hand running down your ass, he kneads at your skin, slapping and pinching. Mingyu is completely drunk on you.

“Does your tight little cunt want my fingers?” 

You hum in agreement, hips leaning back to meet his hand, presenting your gaping cunt in a shameless show. 

“I can’t hear you, beautiful,” He whispers against your throbbing pussy, you clench around nothing, sending your lubrication running down your thighs. 

“I— I want your fingers— My pussy wants your fingers,” You bite your lip, making sure you would punish him for so much teasing. “I want you to pound your fingers into me until I come around them—“

Mingyu hisses at your words, feeling them run down his skin and wrap around his cock, stirring it into a painful erection.

He gives you two fingers at once, your walls immediately clinging to them even as they scissor your hole open. His fingers reach places yours could never dream of, curling into your favourite spot.

Once he starts moving, you can only moan his name. 

“God, you’re so tight, how does my cock ever fit?” 

Mingyu leans forward, trailing kisses along your back, his fingers not stuttering once in their unforgiving pace. He admires the way your pussy swallows his long fingers, coating them completely. 

You can hear nothing but the lewd squelching of your pussy as his fingers pound in and out. 

When he notices your cries getting louder, Mingyu promptly wraps an arm around your waist, supporting your body as you reach your orgasm

You lean into his hold, riding out your climax with faint moans of his name. He doesn’t stop until you’ve gone limp in his arms, a satisfied smile on your lips.

“You did amazing,” Mingyu kisses your neck, slowly pulling out his fingers. He brings them to his lips, sighing at your taste, greedily slurping up every drop of your come. “You’re so good to me.”

“Oh, we’re not done.” You state, turning around to face him with a tired smirk, “You’re gonna carry me to bed and I’m going to milk your cock dry,” The borderline innocent smile you dawn on makes him choke.

Mingyu can only nod enthusiastically,feeling dizzy at the sudden bloodrush, “Yes, ma’am.”

He throws you over his shoulder, true to your command, and sends you onto your soft bedding — a couple of your many pillows fly toward the floor.

You watch him tower over your body, erection reddened and angry against his stomach. Head throbbing, aching and oozing glistening precum down his generous length.

No matter how many times you ever laid with him, his size never failed to surprise you. Long and deliciously thick, decorated with thick pulsating veins and curved just the right angle to hit all your favourite spots. His body emanates heat like a furnace, burning at every inch of your skin that meets him, his eyes ate you alive with their searing gaze.

Reaching your hand forward, you watch Mingyu lean into your fingers as you pump him a couple of times, making sure he’s all ready for you. He almost whines, puppy eyes begging you to give him the go.

He trembles under your touch, hands gathering into fists with low pleas. “Please— I won’t last— I want to come in you—“ His words do make your stomach flip with arousal.

With a smile, you spread your legs apart, running your hands over your thighs, presenting your sensitive, swollen, pussy.

With a pained groan, Mingyu reaches forward, running his tip along your folds, collecting your juices and spreading them over his length. You mewl at the contact, pushing your body to meet him.

He bullies his thick cock into your spent pussy inch-by-inch with a pleasured cry, “God, baby—“ He sighs, steadying his body with his arm, “You’re still— So tight.”

You’re both too overtaken by the breathtaking, wondrous feeling to come up with any intelligible words. You hum, feeling his cock split you open, filling you so deliriously good. 

“Oh, look at you pussy taking me so well,” He hisses, watching you greedily take every inch of him.

His name falls out of your lips like a prayer as he bottoms out, stuffing you completely full to the very brim and you swallow him up all nicely, walls welcoming him, pulsating in anticipation.

It takes a minute for you to settle, a long, torturous minute of your whines and incessant clenching. Mingyu grips your waist so tightly, gathering every ounce of his self-control to not cum right then and there.

Pulling his cock out is just about the hardest thing he has to do, giving up on your warmth feels unnatural and almost a sin. But knowing he gets to pound back into your little pussy makes it worth it. 

You whine when he’s out, clenching around nothing, missing his cock stretching you out to your limit, but he doesn’t let you wait long. 

Shoving himself back in, Mingyu groans out praise, never once letting you forget you’re absolutely made for his cock, taking him so perfectly. Lips agape, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a crashing kiss, you want to feel his beating heart against your chest, want to feel every bump and scar of his skin pressed tightly against yours.

Nothing feels as comforting as his body smothering you, his whole, unadulterated self completely loose in the safety of your bedroom, for your eyes only.

His body presses into yours, his arms holding your legs under your knees, folding them into the perfect position. The new angle allowing his cock to kiss your sweetest spot repeatedly. He moans into your lips, hips thrusting into you langlidly at first, letting you accept the stretch. 

Oh, but you were so greedy for him.

“Faster—‘ You breathe out, eyes glazed over in cockdrunk lust and Mingyu can only admire the exclusive beauty of your lustful desires.

“Mhm— You sure?” He teases with a kiss on the corner of your lips.

“Yeah— Go harder—“ Nodding, you chase his mouth wanting to taste his tongue.

Mingyu smiles into your kisses, speeding up his pace, pistoning into your cunt. He feels your tits bounce against his chest, hardened nipples rubbing against his skin, you’re lucky your pillows soften the blows of his harsh thrusts. 

Your essence pools into a ring around his cock, a white halo of your mixed juices. His balls slap against your ass with loud, obscene sounds, sending your body forward with every hard, calculated thrust. 

This new pace, though absolutely dizzying, don’t allow either of you to last very long. 

“I’m gonna—“ Mingyu whispers, burying his head in the crook of your neck, lips drunkenly running over your hot skin. 

“I know— You’re gonna give me your babies?” You hum.

He nods with a drawn out whine, head dazzled with thoughts of fucking his seed into you, making you his the best way possible. Watching you grow heavy with his babies, all round and pliant under him. 

“Yeah—“ He gulps, “Gonna fill you up.” Reaching a hand in between your bodies, Mingyu places his heavy hand over your stomach, he can faintly feel the contour of his cock thrusting in and out. “Right here. I’ll fuck my cum into you so deep it takes— Can you feel me, my Queen? Can you feel me pounding into your little pussy?”

You whine, nodding frantically, saliva drips from your gaping lips, “Yes—! So deep!”

“I’ll send you out there carrying my baby, looking so, so pretty— Everyone will know who knocked you up—“ 

You sigh, clenching at the tempting picture he paints with hazy, lustful promises in the quiet of the night. The very next thrust sends you into a shuddering climax, your hips shaking under his with the head-emptying electricity that burns through your limbs.

Your orgasm sends Mingyu right after, cock throbbing, spurting out thick white ropes of cum that fill you heavy and hot, painting your walls with his ownership.

He feels your walls clench incessantly around his sensitive cock, milking every last drop of seed so greedily, swallowing his very essence. You feel full, so full.

Mingyu collapses next to you, lazily pulling you into chest. He kisses your hair, laying back on the soft pillows, fingers unconsciously caressing your skin. 

You know he always gets incredibly tired after sex, so you would have limited time to talk. 

“I love you,” You whisper nervously, eyes not daring to meet his.

You held these feelings for decade, how could you not fall for his incredible charm? Mingyu was the only constant you had in your hectic life, he protected, cared for you in a way only he knew how. You had long fallen for your best friend.

When he doesn’t respond, you look up. 

He’s fallen into deep sleep, a soft snore escaping his gaping lips.

You smile, maybe next time, he’ll be awake to hear your confession. 

[f10werfae]

My Wife, My Love

pairing: Construction!BF!Chris x GF!Reader

Summary: with y/n taking a new job across town, her hunk of a man pays her a steamy visit, and big decisions are made

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

can be read as part of build up

Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 8 years younger and is in early 20s), dirty talk, spit, breast play, penetration, breeding kink, slight humiliation, squirting, oral

- Requests are open!

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

Ever since I had met Chris all those months ago, we had honestly been texting non stop even though I had started a new job as a chef a whole town away. I was missing his cute handsome face, and the way he just loved on me.

After throwing out the rest of food I couldn’t bare to finish, I just sat staring at the dull ass grey walls of my apartment, the atmosphere itself just draining. Sure there were a few family pictures laying about the place and mementos, but nothing ever beats being back home where everything you know is.

With the occasional sext and visit from Chris I was able to get by, although he did say I was not to touch what was his and I was not going to go against that

Even though my pa strongly disapproved of us, mostly due to the age gap, I did not let that waver my decision of seeing Chris. I'm in love with this man.

*Knock Knock*

Letting out a massive sigh I opened the door to see a massive bouquet of flowers being pushed to my face, before I saw a head poke out from the side.

"CHRIS?!" I squealed grabbing the flowers and setting them on the table by the door, jumping straight into his arms, a deep chuckle reverberating through his chest as he brought us inside.

“Well don’t ya look all pretty? Don’t suppose you were dressin' up for someone else were ya sugar?” He teased setting me on one of my bar stools in the kitchen, his hands not letting go of my waist.

“Nuh uh, was jus' thinkin bout you” I replied bitting my lip smirking back at him, his beard had grown and so had his hair, giving him a more matured sexy look.

“Oh yeah? what was you thinkin’ about?”

He inquired leaning in closer to me, his hands situating themselves onto my thighs to rub onto them softly. “Just thinkin thoughts” I said dismissively kicking my legs back and forth.

“Alright alright I won’t push ya, but I got somethin for ya” He laughed taking off his backpack, that’s when my eyes were glued to what he was wearing. A white tight polo shirt that accentuated his body, along with a pair of black trackies, how was this my man?

“This is for you when i’m not around” He said pulling out a brown teddy bear, dressed in construction work, it even had the name tag Chris on it.

“Aw Chris” I pouted taking the furry thing into my arms and hugging it dearly, hell he even sprayed it with his citrus cologne.

“You’re so sweet” I cooed looking up at the older man who I now had wrapped around my finger. Setting the teddy onto the counter behind me, I brought my hand up to behind his neck and pulled him down for his lips to meet mine.

My soft pink ones being pressed against his, it wasn’t long before I felt his tongue probing at my lips to open them, which he did. His teeth clashing against mine as his tongue ravaged my mouth, both of our lips now shiny with saliva as he pulled away smirking.

“God did I miss my sweet girl” His whispered, his thumb brushing under my bottom lip before he stood up fully.

“Where’d you get this flimsy thing then?” He suddenly asked pulling at the bow of my sundress, with it now being spring I had spent a lot of my pay on new dresses, this one being my new favourite.

“I-I bought it at the mall”

“It’s beautiful honey, ya look like my wife already” He smirked playing around with the tied ribbon at the front of it, his teeth holding onto his bottom lip as he stood back to look at me full view.

“A-are you hungry baby? I have some pasta from this morning in the microwave, I did have some pancakes but I threw them out”

“I’ll take anythin my girl makes” He said sliding onto the bar stool after I got off, his eyes trained on me while I moved around the kitchen flawlessly, my hair now tied into a high ponytail. “Gah I can’t wait to come home from work n’ jus see you waitin for me at home like this. All pretty and domestic” He swooned, his head resting on the palm of his hand.

“Yeah well you gotta ask me first” I joked taking the pasta out of the microwave and setting it in front of him, taking the seat beside him.

“Baby this is so good” He groaned as I fed him his first bite, a proud smile coming onto my face knowing my man enjoyed what I was eating.

“You gon cook for our babies like this? They’re so lucky”

“Stop it Chris you’re makin' me all flustered” I groaned gathering some more macaroni onto my fork,

“What? Am I lyin? We both know we’re gettin married and havin kids” He shrugged knowingly, a smirk evident on his face while his hand rested on my knee.

-

With the pasta now finished, Chris had taken it upon himself to grab my hand and walk us into my bedroom, luckily it could even fit a double bed. Kicking his socks off, he layed down with an arm folded behind his head, the other patting his chest as an invitation for me to lay down.

“C'mere I missed ya?” He whispered nuzzling into my hair once I got down beside him, his arms now surrounding my waist.

Using his nose he nudged me head up and caught my lips between his, if there was anything Chris loved, it was kissing, doesn’t matter how filthy it gets.

“Stick your fuckin’ tongue out baby” He growled into my mouth, taking my tongue and sucking it between his plump lips. Mewls leaving my mouth the harder he went, letting go he leant back and spat straight onto my tongue, his mouth clamping right back onto mine to delve deeper.

“Gah your mouth is so fuckin' pretty baby, is this all for me? My mouth to use?”

“Mhm all yours” I moaned feeling him flip up the skirt part of my dress and shove his hands down my underwear. His fingers wasting no time,

“Spit” He demanded holding his fingers out in front of me, smirking when I did so and using it to lube up my own clit.

“Aww did you miss this beautiful? Your pussy is soaked, awk look your panties are soiled” He said in a degrading voice, now holding up my stained underwear between his fingers before throwing it off to wherever.

“Please baby” I breathed out, feeling his fingers slide back and forth between my pussy lips.

“Please what hunny? Ya know I need words”

“I need your mouth”

In seconds he had moved downwards, his hot breath fanning me,

“Wan' you to look me in the eyes while I kiss your pretty pussy alright? Wanna look at your pretty eyes while I make you come” He said taking both of my hands and intertwining them with his, his eyes staring deeply into my soul. His lips first placed a kiss onto my lips, his tongue teasing the slit between them with his spit.

“Ya like how I kiss your pussy like I do your mouth?”

“Mhm” I moaned out watching more and more of his face disappear, his mouth now sucking gently on my clit, my hands squeezing his letting him know just how good he was making me feel. A knot started to build up in my stomach, I knew this feeling before, it happened last time we met up

“Chris I-I think i’m gonna sq-“ Chris groaned like an animal, the sound of him slurping up my juices only made me even more horny when he came up and kissed me. Letting me taste myself onto his tongue, I felt my eyes roll back when he started humping his hardened cock into my sensitive clit.

His trackies now pulled down to his ankles as he rutted against me, his face in between my tits as he kissed and licked them as if his life depended on it.

“Baby i’m gonna wife the fuck outta you, gon have you everyday all day when the time comes, your pussys just gonna be throbbin constantly for me”

He groaned, the tip of his cock now slipping in between my folds and into my wet hole, it’s almost as if we were made for each other.

(Chris' P.O.V)

“Fahk Y/n, jus wanna be in you all day” I moaned sinking into her, bottoming out so my balls rested on her ass. Her face dazed out, with her eyes half lidded looking at me with so much love, this girl really had my heart in her hands.

I always thought I’d end up alone in life in the end, everyone else around me had gotten married n whatnot, but here I am fucking the love of my life senselessly.

Thrusting up into her once, a small whimper came out of her pouty lips, her hands grabbing on tightly to my biceps. A smirk forming onto my face as her eyes rolled back the faster I went on.

“You’re so beautiful baby, you’re my wife aren’t ya? Jus made for me and for me alone” I taunted, one of my hands ripping the front of her dress to reveal her braless breasts, the sight of them bouncing in rhythm only made me harder. Her nipples only getting bigger the harder they got, bless they were basically asked to me sucked on and who was I to defy them of that.

Bending my neck down I took one nipple in my mouth sucking relentlessly,

“Fuck Chris, you know how sensitive my tits are”

“I know baby, but i’m here to take care of you remember?” I said licking all over her breasts, my spit gathering on her sternum which slowly dribbled down to add onto her wet pussy. Releasing her tit with a loud pop, I felt her clench around my cock tightly, she was about to cum and I could feel it. The thought of filling her up only made this even more hotter, my cock starting to build up.

“I wanna kiss you while I cum baby, please I want a kiss” She moaned out hazily, her tongue just sticking out helplessly, her drool spilling onto her chin making me smirk at her expression. Taking her tongue into my mouth, I felt her moan into it, instead of thrusting faster I chose to go deeper and slower hitting her spot over and over again.

I opened my eyes to see her brows furrowed in ecstasy, feeling her suck and bite on the tip of my tongue cutely almost as if she couldn’t take the size of it either.

(Y/n's P.O.V)

With his tongue between my lips, I was pushed over the edge when his thumb started toying with my clit, my body arching back into the bed as I came, Chris kissing all over my tits and stomach. His thrusting continuing to slap into my hips as he chased his own high, my pussy now throbbing from him.

“Please cum Chris, wanna feel all warm n full of you baby” I moaned taking his face between my hands and pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek, my hands going around his shoulders to hide myself in his neck.

“Oh baby I’ll do whatever ya want, even give you a baby if that’s what it takes. Gonna show everyone that you’re walkin' around full of my cum”

He whispered gritting his teeth, his cock twitching inside of me before I felt him spurt his warm cum deep inside me. A deep chuckle leaving him as he sat up and grabbed his phone from the floor, taking a picture of his cum leaking out of my abused raw pussy.

A raw blush on my face as he showed me the picture with pride, throwing the phone once again to the side.

“Ya alright gorgeous, didn’t go too hard did I?”

He asked, his eyes now looking at me tenderly, coming up to lay beside me. Shaking my head I leaned over and rested my head onto his chest, his arm resting over me as it softly tickled my back.

How could I survive another minute without him here? In another few days he’d have to go back home and i’d be here all alone again, glooming about the place because despite being here for ages, there was not one friendly soul in this place. Sure the pay is amazing, but what about my dreams of starting my own bakery? Was I really about to give all that up? What about Chris? I really really love him and I don’t wanna stay away from him, and I don’t think I can

“What ya thinkin' about babe” Chris' hands ran over my furrowed brows, a concerned look on his face as he kissed my forehead comfortingly.

“I-I wanna come back home Chris. I hate it here, i’m so lonely and it doesn’t feel right at all. I miss you, ma and pa, Dodger and everything else” I whined nuzzling further into his chest, if that was even possible.

“If that’s what you really want baby, who am I to object to that and I certainly won’t object to havin ya home alla time. Heck if it was alright with ya i’d move you straight in with me”

He laughed out,

“Really? You would do that?” I said shocked, wide eyed looking up at his baby blues,

“Of course hun, ya know i’ve been workin on my house for a while, there’s enough space for kids n' everythin else you could possibly need and want. N’ I know your pa probably won’t agree cus we ain’t married, but trust give me a few months and there’ll be a rock right here”

He whispered holding onto my ring finger, a gushy smile creeping it’s way onto my lips before I leant up and pressed a small sensual peck onto his lips.

“I’d love to move in with you Chris, if you’ll have me?”

“If i’ll have ya? Baby you’re already with me”

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[erin-bo-berin]

ok ok I just randomly had another thought. Reader and Steve have always known they'd have kids eventually, but Steve's been trying to convince her to start trying for ages and she keeps being like yeah soon soon just not yet. so Steve's casually mentioning it the morning of his X birthday as he and reader snuggle in bed, and she's giving him the same old story later later--they've developed this whole routine so it's not a big deal when it happens. he has such baby fever it just comes up at any opportunity these days.

so they have his birthday party with the whole gang. and I don't know how you're going to do this but maybe Robin brings her niece?? and we get to see Steve interact with this little baby and his baby fever is just getting worse. and obviously he's adorable and so good with this baby and doesn't want to give her back.

and after everyone finally leaves the party you have two presents for him. first, some very sexy lingerie (you've never worn anything like this before and Steve is going to have to work very hard not to tear it to shreds when he rips it off of you) and so you're getting busy and you're about to really get into it but you have a second gift for him... you're finally ready to start trying for a baby so you give him something that signifies that. I like the idea of giving him your IUD in a velvet jewelry type box but maybe that's anachronistic? I have no idea I just want him to look up into your eyes and know exactly what that is and be like babe? are you serious?

and then we watch this poor boy lose his fucking mind going to town on you (opportunity for breeding kink but not necessary)

I know you have lots of other fic ideas you're working through Erin. I mostly wrote this bc I thought you might like it--no pressure to actually write it if it's not interesting to you!

ok love you bye 🔥🏀

YES HOLY YES. I love this so much I can’t wait for you to read this. Just IMAGINE the disbelief and happiness!

Yes, I’m using another gif of him shirtless in the upside down. Am I sorry? No.

Birthday Wishes

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Smut

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to yoooouuuu!”

Steve groaned, opening his eyes, seeing you laying next to him, head propped in your hand. You were beaming and singing at the top of your lungs.

“Happy birthday dear Steeeeeve,” you continued.

“You’re a horrible singer, you know,” he mumbled sleepily.

You didn’t let that deter you from finishing the song.

“Haaaaappyyyy birthday toooo youuuu!”

He chuckled, amused by your performance.

“Thank you, baby,” he smiled, kissing your nose.

“Did you like the song?” you beamed.

“Eh. 5 out of 10,” he joked.

You gasped dramatically.

“Five out of ten? You hurt me.”

You knew good and well that you couldn’t carry a tune to save your life, so you didn’t take the teasing to heart.

“The look on your face when you woke up was priceless though. You looked like you were in pain.”

“I was. At least my ears were,” he grinned.

“Asshole,” you laughed, hitting his chest.

He laughed, pulling you closer to him.

“So, are you looking forward to your party today?” you asked, laying your head in the crook of his arm.

“I am,” he said, “I don’t know how I got so lucky to have such great friends and a girlfriend to throw me such an extravagant party.”

“Only for the best birthday boy,” you beamed.

“You know what would really make it the best birthday ever?” he asked, nosing your cheek.

You had an idea where he was going with this and you snickered.

“Hm? What would that be?”

“If you finally agreed to start trying for a baby.”

You felt his pout against your collarbone and you laughed inwardly.

Starting a family was something you and he had discussed many times before. It was something you wanted to, but you’d been putting him off, telling him soon. At first, it was because you wanted to wait a bit, but for last few weeks, it had been for a different purpose.

“Soon,” you promised.

He frowned, though didn’t look upset by your answer, just looked like a puppy trying to convince its owner to drop a piece of meat. He was literally giving you puppy dog eyes.

“You’re going to deny me on my 21st birthday?”

His pout deepened and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips.

“What’s so funny?” he huffed a laugh, all smiles again.

“You just look so cute when you give me the puppy dog eyes,” you smirked.

“Cute enough for a baby?”

“Ah, nice try,” you grinned, wagging your finger at him, “Someone better be a good boy if he wants his presents later.”

“Like at the party later?” he questioned, brow raised.

“Like in private, later.”

Your smile was devious; his interest was piqued.

“I like the sound of that,” he hummed, leaning in for another kiss.

You stopped him with a hand to his chest.

“You need to get ready for your party, big boy. You can’t be late for your own birthday party.”

He relented, sitting up in bed. He threw you a smirk as he headed to the bathroom.

“Who cares? I’m the man of the hour anyway.”

•

“I don’t know which birthday song was worse, yours or all the kids’ screaming version,” Steve muttered to you, taking a bite of his cake.

“You love them,” you laughed softly.

“I do,” he grinned.

“Look who I brought!” came a singsong voice.

“It’s about time Robin showed up,” Steve rolled his eyes, “Always late for something.”

“This time you’ll be thrilled when you see why,” you said, pointing over his shoulder.

Robin had brought her niece, Anna with her. The little girl was just barely six months old, full of curiosity and spoiled rotten already by her auntie Robin. You and Steve absolutely loved Anna.

“Better go get you some baby cuddles,” you told him, “Before Joyce spots her and hogs her for the rest the afternoon.”

Joyce was so maternal and a great mom to her two boys, Jonathan and Will and her adopted daughter El. She loved deeply and fiercely, willing to go to bat for her kids at any time. She was starting to get anxious for grandkids though and you were positive whenever you and Steve had kids, she was adopting them as her own grandkids.

“Already on my way.”

You laughed, watching Steve make a beeline for Robin, taking Anna in his arms. He smiled at her, talking to her and booping her nose with his finger.

Seeing Steve with the kids and babies especially, did weird things to you. You felt a bit of a longing, wanting that to be your own baby. You felt love, seeing how good he was with them. You felt desire, the desire to want to have his babies.

You took a sip of your drink, eyes still glued to your boyfriend.

All in due time.

•

“I’m not sure who spoils her more, you or me,” Robin watched Steve with a grin.

“Definitely me,” he affirmed with a nod, “But she’s just too sweet not to.”

He pretended his hand was a tickle monster, it attacking her tummy making her squeal with laughter.

“Is that funny, is that funny?” he cooed to her, kissing her head, “Uncle Steve loves to make you laugh.”

“You have such baby fever right now,” Robin shook her head.

He groaned.

“I know. I can’t help it.”

“Y/N still hasn’t changed her mind?”

He frowned, shaking his head no.

“She says she wants to. At least she has before, but she just keeps saying “later” or “soon”. What if she’s changed her mind and doesn’t want kids? Or worse, doesn’t want kids with me?” he frowned, brows furrowing at the thought.

“I think you’re just overthinking it,” she said plainly.

“Why do you say that?”

“One, she’s crazy about you Steve. She loves you so much. I doubt she doesn’t want to have kids with you. Two, it’s a big deal, Steve. It’s a big responsibility and maybe it still scares her. Just give her time. Although,” she smirked, peering over his shoulder, “The smolder of her gaze is enough to set your entire outfit on fire, which I’m sure she’d welcome right about now.”

He turned around, seeing you staring at him. You smiled, waving at him innocently before turning to a conversation Max and Dustin were having.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, bewildered.

Robin was just giving him a knowing smirk.

“Just the way she was staring at you just now, while you’ve been holding Anna? She’s practically screaming “let me have your babies!” Steve.”

“I think you’re exaggerating.”

“And I think you’re blind,” she retorted, “I’m telling you, all you gotta do is seduce her a little cause she looks ready for it.”

“Ugh, ew, Robin. I am not discussing my sex life with you.”

“Thankfully,” she shot back, dryly, “All I’m saying it that you should keep trying. I think you both are going to make great parents.”

Steve smiled, handing Anna the toy that had fallen out of her grasp.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

•

Before the party wrapped up, you’d excused yourself claiming you had to prepare Steve’s present from you. Technically, you were.

You left specific instructions with Robin to let Steve know where to find you when the last person left. You squirm anxiously when you hear his footsteps coming down the hall.

You sit on the end of the bed, waiting anxiously, chewing on the bottom of your lip.

“Babe?”

“In here,” you called back, sweetly.

The door opened and he froze in the doorway, jaw practically on the floor. You hadn’t done anything like this before, so you were a tad nervous at his silence.

You’d bought a matching lingerie set—rose red. It was a sexy, lacy bra and panties set that you felt extremely self-conscious when you’d slipped it on earlier, but his reaction looked promising.

“Damn,” he breathed, “Happy birthday to me.”

You giggled.

“You like?”

“I love.”

He was already pulling his shirt over his head and it was left on the floor by the time he reached you, hand sliding into your hair, kissing you roughly. You moaned appreciatively as his other hand squeezed your breast through the lacy thing, so thin he could feel your nipple pucker through it.

“I’m gonna…” he managed between kisses, “Rip this…” Another rough kiss. “Fucking outfit off you.”

“Please don’t,” you grinned, tilting your head, eyes closing as his lips feasted on your neck, “It was pricy and I was hoping we might be able to use it again.”

His teeth sank into your neck and you gasped at the sensation, his tongue licking over the bitten area, soothing it.

“Hell yes. You’re never getting rid of this.”

Your laughter turned into moans as his hand dipped into one cup of your bra, fingers pinching at your nipple. The slight pinch sent sparks of electricity straight to your clit that had quickly began throbbing, your need for him multiplying in every passing second.

His mouth was back on yours, as you fell back on the bed, him hovering over you. His knee was situated between your legs and you subconsciously ground against his thigh as his tongue moved with yours.

“So needy already baby?” he whispered, hands gliding over your stomach, hooking it into the waistband of the red, lacy panties then snapping it gently against your skin.

You didn’t care that he’d hardly done anything to you and you were already moaning for him as you answered him.

“Yes,” you groaned, “Need you so bad, birthday boy.”

You bit your lip at the growl came from deep within his chest. His hand rubbed over your now dripping pussy, positive he could feel just how wet you were through the material. Somehow, he also managed to unhook your bra with one hand, nimble fingers hard at work.

You slid the straps down your arms, slowly, seductively as he watched you with desire heavy eyes. You tossed it across the room and he took you in with an approving moan. He was hard and throbbing, you could feel it against your hip.

“Get those off,” you ordered, nodding to his jeans.

“Yes ma’am,” he mumbled, standing up long enough to rid of them, returning to hover over you in just his boxers.

“As much as I love these,” he said, leaning down, his tongue trailing over the skin right above the band of your underwear, “They’re gonna have to go.”

“Unwrap me, big boy,” you taunted.

You pretty sure you heard a tiny rip in the underwear as he practically clawed them off like a wild animal. His finger circled your clit, as he kissed your hip bone tenderly before sucking harshly on the area.

You arched in reaction, nudging him with the side of your knee.

“Steve,” you breathed, “Before I become too far gone. I have one last present for you.”

He looked up at you, heat in his eyes.

“What could be better than this?”

“Just wait. I think you’ll like this.”

You sat up, leaning over to pull open the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a velvet jewelry box.

“Aw, you got me jewelry? You shouldn’t have,” he quipped sarcastically, sitting back on his ankles.

“Shut it butthead,” you laughed, “It’s what’s inside. Open it.”

You handed it to him and he opened it.

“Um your birth control pills?”

“Look closely,” you murmured, bringing your bottom lip in between your teeth, “I haven’t taken it for the last two weeks.”

His eyes snapped up to yours.

“What are you saying?”

He had an inkling of an idea, but he had to hear it come from your mouth just to be a hundred percent sure.

“I want to have a baby. With you, Steve.”

That was all it took. He disposed of the case on the nightstand, not caring if it made it to the surface or fell to the floor—although it was a thoughtful and a gift he loved, he had more important things to take care of in the moment.

His hands cupped your face as he kissed you hard, passionately, full of the fire and longing and happiness he felt. You were already tugging on his boxers, pushing them down as you kissed him back.

“Let’s put a baby in you,” he growled against your lips.

“Yes sir,” you teased.

The teasing lilt didn’t last long though when he thrusted roughly and deeply into you, making you moan in an unusually wanton way. His mouth found your pulse point, sucking on it. You were sure he could feeling your racing heart beneath his lips.

It’s like you’d unleashed something wild in him tonight as he thrust into you roughly, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises on them from his fingers.

His hands snaked under your ass and lifted your hips just enough that with every thrust his pubic bone hit your clit, making you see stars behind your eyes. Your legs were wrapped around his back, hands grabbing his own ass as you tried to push him deeper into you.

It was rough, sweaty and passionate sex. In fact, it was the most intense sex you’d ever had with Steve and it was hot. There was something primal about it as you let your body be completely lost in his, moaning without abandon.

Your moans had become a chorus of Steve, oh god and yes. His usually perfectly swooped hair now fell into his face, giving him a sexy, rugged look, the ecstasy written into every micro expression on his face.

His hips tilted the slightest, hitting a delicate spot so perfectly, it made you arch into him with a whine. Your body was buzzing and you couldn’t get enough of him.

“So good, baby,” he groaned, eyes falling shut, “Gonna fill you up until you’re leaking my cum.”

His words were as good as giving you an electric shock and your pussy clenched around him, your orgasm coming dangerously close to unleashing itself throughout your body.

“Steve,” you whined, chest heaving as you reached between your connected bodies to rub your clit.

With a growl, he knocked your hand away, replacing it with his own. Your mouths met in a sloppy kiss as you both got closer to undeniable bliss.

His mouth attacked your neck, sucking hard enough that you knew there’d be bruises left later. His moans were muffled by your skin, but somehow that made it even better as he worked you until you were trembling.

“Cum for me, baby,” he uttered just as you could no longer hold back.

He was throbbing inside you and the feeling became too much as you squeezed around him again, fireworks going off in your head, whole body arching into him.

You cry was pleasure filled as your fingers and heels of your feet dig hard into his skin, the orgasm powerful and swift as it swept through your body. Within a few more thrusts, he was following you, his eyes squeezed and lips parted in such a beautiful sight.

Your soft moan was met with a kiss as you felt the warmth of his release dripping down your thighs. You loved feeling him cum within you, but it was even more special tonight after your gift.

He thrust a few more times, pushing his cum back inside you and smirked against your lips as you squirmed at the sudden sensitivity.

“Gotta make sure it keeps, babe.”

When he pulled out of you—even as sensitive and sore you were—you missed the fullness, the stretch and kinda immediately wanted him back inside you.

He grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, sliding it under your hips and elevating your lower half. You watched, amused, even in your half dazed and sated state.

“I read somewhere to keep your legs propped up for at least half an hour after sex if you want to get pregnant,” Steve explained sheepishly.

You grin, obliging him as he settles next to you.

“You know, it’s a lot more fun if we don’t get pregnant right away,” you pointed out.

“Jesus,” he breathed, “You keep doing that to me and I just might die.”

“Well, people always say trying is the fun part,” you smirked.

“I’m definitely not denying it,” he laughed, rubbing a hand over your stomach, pulling you closer for a kiss.

“Thank you for making my birthday wish come true,” he smiled, his forehead resting against your own.

You had a devious smile on your lips as you pulled back so you could look at him more clearly.

“Oh honey, we’re only just beginning the celebration.”

He groaned as he captured your lips with his, once again climbing over you.

The birthday boy was going to be in for a night of celebrating, that’s for sure.

[plus-ultra-dreams]

The Big 3 with the S/O

Mirio Togata:

Mirio is going to be your biggest cheerleader and wants you to succeed in everything. He doesn’t want you to fear any changes nor hardship as he believes in you. Though he will always going to be there if you fall and need a shoulder to lay on for a little while. He knows what you are capable of as you are his other half. Though switching this around, he does tend to get a bit bashful and unsure how to handle it when you do the same to him. 

Mirio’s dates tend to happen more during the night as it makes the time being spent with you more personal. There isn’t much to do and people aren’t in a chaotic amount around you guys. it is just you and him and just enjoying the time given. You are mostly likely going to a movie then take a nice night walk around a park nearby.

Nejire Hado:

Nejire wants to know everything about you and she will memorize it all. How can she not? You are amazing to her in everyway and she is going to be your biggest simp. She will know all your likes by heart and also you dislikes. She isn’t afraid to speak out for you when it is something she knows bother you and will do it with you even asking her to do so. In the beginning of the relationship, she gets very giddy when you talk to her and will giggle a bit. 

Nejire isn’t one to be very picky when it comes to date night and is down for ever you would like to do. She isn’t one for making plans but she will suggest a few ideas when you can’t think of anything. As long as she is with you, she is as happy as she can be. She will get antsy when it comes to just staying at home but it only comes through as not sitting through and very distracted.

Tamaki Amajiki:

Tamaki is such a shy boy so any sorts of PDA is off the table with him. But once you two are alone together, his touch starved ass with me attached to you like glue. He wants to be held and cuddled but he just wants to be touching you in any sort of way. He is the type to mumble sweet words to you and express in soft words of how much he loves you. You are his everything and one of the few things in this world that keeps him grounded in someway or another.

Tamaki’s date night consist of staying inside and at home. He would want to make new meals with you and you two exploring new foods that are out of the normal for the both of you. Those experiences become fond memories for him when he thinks about you. After dinner, the two of you have a movie night where is cuddling on the couch and taking turns on what movie to watch. It usually stops when one of you guys pass out.

[alrightieaphroditie]

heat waves | e.m *:·ﾟ✧ back to masterlist

pairing *:·ﾟeddie munson x female!reader wc *:·ﾟ3.9k warnings *:·ﾟ18+! minors please do not interact!! lil bit of kissing, some dirty talk if you squint, teasing, pet names (princess - ironically - and babe), oral (f receiving), fingering, some praise, some spitting, probably poorly written smut :))  an *:·ﾟ.... i've been on the fence about whether or not i'd ever dabble in trying to write smut but i just had this idea and literally needed to write it so.. here it is! this is literally my first attempt at writing smut, so i'd deeply appreciate some feedback bc i'm pretty unsure how i feel about it. i feel like i might turn this into a series somehow though, but we'll see! this is mostly unedited so if anything major jumps out, please let me know! anyways, i had fun writing this so i hope you enjoy!!

synopsis *:·ﾟduring the dead of summer, you're cooped up in your room with your boyfriend, eddie munson, casually reading a romance novel when things start to go... awry.

if you really thought about it, you couldn't have been the only one to blame for the events of the night. 

you could've blamed the heat that was currently spreading through hawkins like a wildfire, causing everyone to stay inside with their air conditions blasting. you could've blamed uncle wayne for not fixing the trailers' air conditioning, because that was the reason eddie munson was in your room in the first place. you could've blamed the line at the grocery store earlier, which caused you to impulse buy the romance novel you were currently reading. and you definitely could've blamed your boyfriends’ fingers, as they were lazily trailing up and down your leg. 

eddie laid next to you on the bed, propped up against your pillows as he held his worn out copy of the lord of the rings in his right hand while his other was resting against the back of your leg. his jean shorts were fraying at the end (most likely because he cut them himself) and he was wearing a black muscle tank top (which he had also cut) sporting one of his favorite band logos, and despite the heat, he looked immaculate still, which made you a little jealous. 

you were next to him on the bed, laying on your stomach with your book at the end of the bed, feet propped up against the pillows next to eddie's head. you had been so entuned to the novel that when eddie's fingers first met your leg, you had startled. your reaction had made eddie laugh, made him mutter something about how that was proof that there was a spark between the two of you, and you simply had rolled your eyes at him and turned back to reading. 

his hand had remained motionless on your leg as the two of you read, but eventually, because lord knows eddie munson can't sit still for one moment, his fingers started to lightly trail up and down the back of your leg. he was doing it absentmindedly, his focus on the novel in front of him, but it made you suck in a small breath, especially as his fingers started creeping up your leg and against your thighs.

this would've been fine earlier. in fact, you probably would've put your book down and taken a nap had eddie started doing this mere minutes ago. but now... now your novel was getting a bit more heated than you imagined it would, and you could feel warmth pool in your stomach as you continued to read. the author described the love interest as having dark, wavy hair, and as the main character tugged on said dark, wavy hair while it was between her legs, your mind couldn't help but picture eddie in that same position with you, his big brown eyes gazing up at you while his tongue...

yeah, you thought. this heat is making me delirious. 

despite laying in front of a fan, your face was heating up with a blush. you continued to read, your bottom lip tucked into your mouth between your teeth, until finally the feeling of eddie's fingers grazing the inside of your thigh caused you to snap your legs shut, his hand trapped between your thighs. 

"woah, there," eddie laughed, his fingers wiggling between your thighs as he tried pulling his hand out, not helping your current situation. embarrassed, you tossed your book onto the floor, moving to sit up on the bed. eddie dropped his book on your nightstand, his gaze never leaving your face. a dark look passed through his eyes, and his mouth slowly turned into a grin. "you're blushing, princess."

you pouted at your boyfriend, not necessarily because of his comment but more so because of his little pet name for you. when you and eddie had first started becoming friends, he was a little surprised that a 'prime and proper lady like yourself' (his words) would be hanging out with him. but your younger brother and his friends were a part of eddie's hellfire club and had nothing but good things to say about the man sitting on your bed. and then your friends, steve harrington and robin buckley, started talking about him more, and slowly you were introduced to the man himself. 

eddie first started calling you 'princess' simply just to goad you. the two of you were easily in different financial classes, and the first time eddie ever came over to your house, he compared you to be being a princess in an ivory tower while he slummed it with the peasants. you didn't like the nickname then, because it wasn't like you really had a say in your parent’s income, but it had stuck with eddie. more than not, he did it condescendingly or to just simply piss you off. 

now, you just knew he was doing it to get a rise from you. 

"eddie, it's like over a hundred degrees outside. i'm not blushing, my face is just... hot." you argued meekly, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned against the wall. a strand of hair fell in your face, and as you tried blowing it away, eddie's eyes dipped to your mouth. 

"you were sittin' in front of a fan, y/n. your face shouldn't be looking like a damn cherry tomato." he laughed back, mirroring your position as he sat in front of you, his hands finding yours and squeezing them gently. he turned his head to the edge of the bed, catching a glimpse of your novel on the floor. you knew the exact moment when he took in the cover of the book - a shirtless man holding a lady tightly against his chest - the moment when those gears in his mind started turning. 

"i'm gonna go out on a wild limb here and say it was 'the duke who lied' that has your pretty little face all colored, huh?" eddie turned back to look at you, his stupid grin stretching across his face as he held back a laugh. damn him for teasing you like this, damn the line at the grocery store and your inability to fight against your impulsive urges, and damn this stupid heat wave for making you feel so delirious. you couldn't even think straight anymore. 

"i have no idea what you're talking about, munson. now, if you'll excuse me, i'm going to go get a popsicle from downstairs." you pulled your hands out of his, but as soon as you kneeled up on the bed to climb past eddie, he made a tsk noise with his mouth and stuck his arm out, blocking you from leaving. he moved his other hand to your waist and manage to push you back slightly. your eyes widened as you fell back into your pile of pillows with a small 'oof,' widened even more when eddie climbed between your legs. 

"we ate all the popsicles already, don't you remember?" he teased, resting his arms on either side of your head as he leaned down, his waist pressing against you in a way that made your head spin. "your lips are still stained red, princess. wonder if they taste like cherries still, too." he muttered that last part mostly to himself, his eyes zeroed in on your mouth, which had parted slightly. you were looking up at him, your gaze heavy, but soon your eyes fell shut as eddie brushed your nose with his before dropping his mouth to yours. 

a small sigh floated from your mouth as he kissed you, slowly at first. he took his time, letting his tongue gently slide across your bottom lip while grinning into the kiss. he shifted his weight against you, trying not to completely smother you, but you wanted to feel that weight, needed to feel him pressed up against you, so you opened your legs a little further, bringing them up to wrap around his waist. your hands went up to his side, feeling his skin between the slits of his tank top, and eddie let out a low noise as your nails dug into his side slightly. 

he tilted his head to the side, his hair falling around the two you as he deepened the kiss. he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth, making you gasp softly at the dull pain before his tongue covered the spot. one of your hands moved up to the back of his head, fingers sliding into his hair as you tilted your face up, trying to get as close to eddie as possible. your lungs were burning for air, and his must have been too, because after a moment he pulled away. you leaned up, trying to follow his lips, but eddie just laughed before dropping his mouth down to your neck. 

"tell me what got you so worked up, y/n." he muttered into your skin, his breath sending shivers down your spine despite the sweat forming along your forehead. you rested your head back against the pillow behind you, tilting your head to the side so that he had more access to your skin. 

"it's embarrassing, eddie." you practically whimpered out as you felt his teeth graze your skin. you were breathing hard, biting your lip to keep you from making any more noises. eddie dropped to his forearms, resting on his right arm while his other moved to the bottom of your shirt. he bunched the material up in his fist, dragging it upwards slightly while he kissed at your neck. 

"tell me, princess. i promise i won't poke fun," he said, his tone promising you something entirely different than his words. he worked his way down your neck, finding the one spot at the base of your neck with his teeth, grinning against your skin as a breathy sigh falls from your lips. 

"the... the love interest was described a little like, like you," you managed to get out, your fingers tugging on his hair gently. "and he was... on his knees. in front of her, oh!" your mouth dropped open with a small moan as he sucked on a particularly sensitive part of your skin. you knew that tomorrow your neck would be littered with little purple bruises, and tomorrow you'd be pissed at eddie and would struggle to cover them with concealer, but right now you didn't care at all. you wanted to wear his marks. 

"oh, yeah?" eddie asked softly, kissing the spot he just bit before pulling up, his face in front of yours. his brown eyes were so dark that you couldn't even detect his pupils, not even this close, and his lips were slightly red, either from the kissing or from your popsicle-stained mouth. "that's kinda naughty, babe. i'm shocked someone like you would be reading something like that. i gotta see, though..." he trailed off, leaning forward to kiss you once before he sat up on his knees between your legs. 

your arms laid awkwardly next to you on the bed as you looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed slightly. between the heat and eddie's mouth, your mind was a little hazy, and you were struggling to put two and two together. "see what?" you asked, bringing a hand up to push away some strands of your hair that had fallen out of its bun (and to covertly wipe away the sweat lingering against your forehead.) 

"i gotta see how wet that little book of yours made you, babe." if you hadn't been blushing earlier, you most definitely were now. you physically felt your face heat up at eddie's words, felt the warmth pool to your lower stomach as you watched eddie scoot down the bed slightly. he barely fit on the bed as he flattened to his stomach, part of his legs dangling from the edge as his hands moved up your legs, your thighs, before skirting over the waistband to your shorts. glancing up at you, he hooked his fingers under the shorts and tugged the material down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours as he revealed your lace pink panties. 

his dark eyes stayed on yours until he tugged the shorts off completely, tossing them somewhere in the room and lowering his gaze to the sight before him. your heart was beating wildly, and you resisted the urge to close your legs, to shield eddie from seeing what he so desperately wanted to. as if he read your mind, his hands came up your thighs, forcing them to part a little more and you heard him let out a curse. 

"fuuuck, princess. you've soaked through your panties," he announced, lips parted slightly as he took in the dark pink spot near your core. his fingers tightened as he gripped your thighs, holding your legs open as he leaned forward. you gasped as you felt his lips press against the fabric, your body arching against the bed slightly as your own curse falls from your mouth. his eyes snap up to yours, taking in your reactions, and he winks at you before using his right hand to tug your panties to the side. 

he wastes no time in letting his tongue lick a broad stripe up your pussy, gathering the wetness that had formed before circling his tongue around your clit. your chest heaves slightly as you gasp, one of your hands flying to rest on his head. soft moans fill the room as eddie continues that action, focusing more on rubbing his tongue against your sensitive bud before sucking on it gently. your knees jerk in response to the pleasure building up inside you, and he rests his elbows on top of your thighs to keep your legs down. 

your boyfriend lets out a moan himself as he tastes you, the vibrations it makes against your pussy causing you to laugh slightly. he pulls back slightly, licking his lips as he grins up at you before his fingers grip your panties and he yanks them down. you help lift your legs a bit so that he can fully pull them off you, and he slides his arms under your thighs, hands moving to rest on the top of your hips as he pulls you closer. he opens his mouth slightly, a trail of spit sliding past his lips and landing against your wet skin before his mouth follows the trail. 

you feel his hands grip your skin, feel the rings adorning his fingers digging in slightly as he works his tongue against you. your eyes have fallen shut at this point, your mouth hanging open as little pants and moans emit continuously. bringing your hands on top of his, you grip his fingers as your hips start to rock against his mouth, which earns you an appreciative groan from eddie. "that's it, pretty girl." he coos, turning his head to the side and biting down on your inner thigh as he praised you. his bangs were starting to stick to his forehead from the sweat, and you knew your own hair was probably a mess, too. 

"mhm... eddie," you whimpered, head rolling against the pillow as his tongue teased your entrance slightly. your hips angled up, trying to get more, but eddie only chuckled as he dragged his tongue through your folds, lapping up the slick that was starting to drip onto the sheets. if you were in a better state, you probably would've been embarrassed by the way his mouth and chin were starting to glisten from how wet you were. but right now? right now, you thought it was the hottest thing you'd ever seen. 

you watched him with a heavy gaze as he continued to please you. his eyes had closed, and he was making little moans here and there as he licked your pussy. he snaked one of his hands down your front, using his fingers to spread apart your wet folds so his tongue could get better access to your clit. his actions had you a whimpering mess above him and combined with the heat spreading through your body (as well as the heat growing in your bedroom) you were a sweaty, shaky mess on the verge of tears. 

"fuck, i love this pretty little pussy of yours," eddie wrapped his lips around your clit once more, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin ever so slightly, and you felt your body lurch forward suddenly, you gasp quickly turning into a moan as he sucked rather harshly. you leaned up on your elbows, your hands dropping to the mattress as your fingers tightened around the bedsheets. eddie slipped his other arm from around your thigh, shucking off a few of his rings in the process before moving his hand down to run two fingers through your folds. he paused his efforts on your clit for a moment, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and spitting on them before letting them circle around your entrance. 

his eyes flickered up to yours, and he watched you as he slowly pushed his fingers inside of you. your head dropped back, hanging just above the pillows, and a groan sounded from your mouth as his fingers filled you up. he slowly worked them in and out of you, opening you up while curling his fingers slightly. your hips followed his movements, and soon all you could hear was the filthy sound of your wet pussy being fucked by his fingers. 

"you're doing so good, princess," he muttered with a smirk, watching your chest heave and hips writhe against his hand. he absolutely loved seeing you like this, completely at his mercy. just the sight of you made him start to grind his hips against your mattress, desperately seeking any type of friction as he worked to get you off. he could tell you were close; you had that flush of red skin crawling up your neck that always appeared right before you were about to come. he doubled his efforts, adding in one more finger before quickening his pace. 

his mouth dropped back down to your clit, tongue circling around the bud before he sucked it in between his lips, earning a loud moan from you. you couldn't even open your eyes if you wanted to, the pleasure eddie was giving you filling all your senses to the point where you were almost overwhelmed. your legs had started to tremble slightly, his name falling from your lips repeatedly like a prayer. it was all you could say, much to his delight. 

he moved his free hand from between your legs, reaching out to grab yours on the mattress and intertwining his fingers with yours. he squeezed your hand back almost as tightly as you were squeezing his. the tips of his hair started tickling your inner thighs as he moved his head back and forth with his tongue on your core. the movement made you laugh slightly, and eddie moaned against you as he felt your pussy clench around his fingers. 

"fuck, eddie..." you cried out, face screwed up from pleasure. you felt your core tightening, felt the heat pooling in your lower stomach, and you knew you were mere seconds away from exploding. your boyfriend's mouth never let up, focusing solely on your delicate clit while his fingers kept their pace. "please...please," you started to beg, earning a hum from eddie as he urged you to continue, but you simply couldn't. the pressure was starting to be too much, and with one final stroke of his fingers, you let out one last whimper before succumbing to it. 

your arms gave out, head falling back to the pillows and legs going practically limp as you felt your orgasm flood through your body. you heard eddie make a small noise as you came, his fingers slipping out and his tongue replacing them as he lapped up the dripping slick. you gasped lightly as you tried catching your breath, the heat in your room making you feel just short of suffocated. 

eddie worked you through your orgasm, gripping your hand in his as his mouth continued to move against you, cleaning your pussy up with his tongue. he would've stayed down there to make you come again, would've spent the rest of his night eating you out if you allowed him to, but your clit was way too sensitive, and you had to push his head back with a small laugh. he looked up at you grinning, his mouth and chin shining in the light from your wetness, and he pressed a kiss against your mound before hauling himself up and leaning over you, one of his hands resting against your head like earlier. you moved your arm up, fingers clutching his forearm as he grinned down at you. 

"you alright, babe?" he asked, taking in your flushed complexation and hooded eyes. his ego flared knowing he did that to you, that he was the only one who could turn you into such a puddle against him, and god, did he love it. you nodded your head in response, smiling back up at him, but he shook his head. "words, princess." he demanded, his fingers moving to tap against your mouth. 

"i'm more than alright, munson," you laughed, playfully nipping at the tips of his fingers before he could move them away. he squinted his eyes at you, lips quirked up, before he bent down and pressed his lips against yours. you moaned into the kiss, your tongue running across his lip as you tasted yourself on his mouth. you could've gotten drunk off of it, the taste already making you ache for more. your hands slide down eddie's chest, reaching down to the waistband of his shorts. 

you thought he was going to let you unbutton them, but you felt him grin against your lips before he pulled away, chuckling. "slow down there, you fuckin' rabbit. as much as i would love to fuck you right now," he placed a heavy emphasis on love, "we're both sweating like whores in church and i just know you're overheated." you looked up at him with a pout on your face. why is he being the rational one right now? yes, you would probably pass out from a heat stroke if the two of you continued, but honestly, that didn't sound that bad to you. 

as if he could read your mind, he shakes his head at you, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. "let's get you in the shower and then we can revisit this, okay?" he asks, laughing, before rolling himself off the bed and using one of your ponytails on the nightstand to put his hair up messily. he holds his hand out to help you up, and you hop off the bed with shaky legs, leaning into his grip a little more than usual. 

you clutch his hand, and he helps guide you to the door of your bedroom. "eddie," you start, pausing before he can reach out to open the door. he glances down at you, eyebrow quirked at your big eyes trained on him. "wanna shower with me?" 

his brown eyes go wide as his mouth spreads into a grin, and he practically drags you down the hall, tripping over himself while you're laughing. god, you think. i fucking love this boy. 

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Jealous Girl

Characters: Negan x F!Reader

Summary: You and Negan catch feelings for another after the two of you begin having sex on the regular, but you can't have what you want.

Word count: 1.7K+

Warnings: NSFW - Mentions of sexual encounters, implied dom/sub dynamic, worship kink, slight leather glove fetish, decent use of the word fuck because comic accurate Negan *chefs kiss*

A/N: I 100% wrote this whilst listening to Jealous Girl - Lana Del Rey, so consider this heavily inspired by it.

"Darling." Negan rasped, placing his index finger just below your chin and softly cupping it, his thumb brushing lightly across your bottom lip.

Jealousy, it floods you and burns through to the core of your being, as much as you hated to admit it. It was unbearable. Negan was in the hallway, his tongue down Sherry's throat as he pressed her back up against the wall and she ran her hands down the sleeves of his leather jacket. You and Negan, much to the both of yours misfortune, were very much attracted to one another. 'A thing', as most would call it. You were never sure how you two really established your dynamic, just that you spent too much time alone together, and unsurprisingly, one thing led to another. You'd been splayed over the front seats of the loading van as he 'rewarded' you for being so useful on a supply run, had your legs dangling over his shoulders as your sweat glistened bodies stuck to the black leather sofa in his bedroom, just to name a few of your intimate run-ins. But the one time you lifted your head from his chest to give him that look, your pupils blown out in infatuation as you both lay nude sharing warmth with one another and your body rested on top of him, he knew. He knew exactly what you wanted, and he knew just how much he couldn't give it to you. Even if he wanted to. If you wanted him that badly, you'd have to compromise.

"Mhm?" You hummed in response, partially concerned as to why his voice was tinged with that serious tone. It sure as hell grasped your full attention, even in the aftermath of coming down from your orgasm-induced high.

"You're a freaky girl, and you know I like that. But I know you've got your soft side too, and I can see that look in your eye. You can't go falling in love with me baby, you know that." Though his tone softened, his words did not. Harsh, but true.

You'd anticipated this conversation, dreaded it even, but the two of you could no longer delay the inevitable. Your brows began to furrow as the light in your expression began to dampen, nevertheless Negan caught it.

"Hey." He cut you off with a firm and assertive tone, his brows furrowed with thinly veiled irritation. When he was sure he'd grasped your full attention again and that his words would no longer fall on deaf ears, he continued.

"This ain't the 'no strings attached' conversation, cause that won't work for either of us, but this has gotta be kept on the down-low. I go parading you around and I'm breaking my own rules, fuck I'm not even supposed to be screwing around with you in the first place."

Your eyes wandered down to the mattress beneath you. He wasn't wrong. Negan had 6 wives, and they'd all bargained with him one way or another. They agreed to be totally loyal to him, in spite of their previous partners, and cheating was strictly forbidden. As you'd witnessed with your own eyes the act of adultery was mostly punishable by disfiguration or death inflicted upon the offender's paramour, a sentence predictably carried out by the man himself, Sanctuary's own judge, jury and executioner. He was breaking his own rule, the total damned hypocrite he is.

"I know Negan, I know. Just, don't go forgetting about me, okay?"

When you averted your gaze back to meet his eye he was smiling, not a genuine one, but his signature shit-eating grin.

"Hell, doll you got nothing to worry about, I ain't forgetting about that pussy anytime soon."

You scoffed and fawned a look of offense, false of course. You were giggling before you knew it, laughing as you leant in to press your lips on his and whispered.

"Shut up you bastard."

That was the last time you and Negan had spoken, or fucked, so this was possibly the worst first sight of him since then you could've seen. Dwight was just down the hall a little farther from Negan, standing with a handful of saviours all chatting in the halls, and god was he watching. Negan was doing this on purpose of course, to prove a point and put on a show, but that didn't make the temperature of your blood any cooler. When he finally pulled back Negan licked his lonely lips and flashed that arrogant smile, his brows raised as he basked in the joy of exactly what he was doing to Dwight. After he leant in and whispered something in Sherry's ear she gave him a reluctant smile and they parted ways. Sherry headed off down the hall, the sound of her heels reverberating throughout whilst Negan headed into his bedroom. You took a moment and spared the group of saviours down the hall a quick glance just to make sure they'd gotten invested back into whatever conversation they were having and when it seemed all clear, you hurried to his room. No knock awaiting patient permission, no courtesy. You just swung the door open and closed it behind you just as hastily, the sudden entrance capturing Negan's attention distinctly. He was in the middle of carefully laying Lucille down onto the rectangular glass coffee table when you burst in.

"Doll? What are yo-"

"Shut up, stop. I am going fucking insane. I know you'll screw them, I know that you gotta keep up appearances, but this shit hurts." You balled your fists at your sides and huffed as you threw the weight of the words from your shoulders.

You weren't angry with him per say, but more frustrated with yourself. This wasn't your usual self, at least certainly not the version of you that the other saviours were accustomed to. Or the version that Negan was attracted to.

"Slow down, before you go all crazy on me again, okay? I thought we'd spoken about this."

He enunciated his words with that patient sternness again, that way in which he grounded you better than anything you'd ever known.

"We did, but you and Sherry..."

You clenched your jaw, too embarassed to admit to him what he very quickly picked up on.

"Are you jealous?"

There was an underlying excitement in his voice as he questioned you, like he was enjoying the idea of your undivided and desperate attention.

"What do you think?" You sarcastically quipped, it was far easier than saying 'yes' and admitting to it, or lying completely.

Negan leaned back a little, assuming his usual posture, and gave a throaty chuckle. Not mocking you by any means, but almost praising you. Offhandedly, he ceased in removing the last remaining leather glove clad to his left hand and began to stalk towards you, a sickening pep in his step all the while. When he reached you he brushed his bare hand over your cheek, smoothing it over with his thumb.

“Kneel.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

You were startled, to say the least. It was the last thing you expected him to say after telling him that it pissed you off to see him making out with somebody else. As strange as it were with the purest of confusion etched across your features Negan removed his hand from your face as you began to lower to your knees, a soft and muted thud sounding after you finally knelt against the concrete floor of his bedroom. He was towering you now, looming over you with that dirty smile and those dark eyes, swirling with all kinds of evil. He raised his gloved hand and began to reach over and grasp your chin, forcing your already titled head to remain upward, gazing up at him wantonly.

“Say it.”

A beat passed in silence, you were too taken aback to fully understand what he was asking.

“Don’t make me ask twice, sweetheart. Who are you?”

You swallowed nervously as he increased the pressure on your jaw a little, the leather of his glove creaking against your skin.

“I’m Negan.”

A smirk played on his lips, a smile teasing at the corners of his mouth as his tongue darted out and wet his lips.

“Again.”

This is what Negan does, how he works people. He toys with you, wears you down, finds that thing that makes you tick, and then he drives a knife in it. For you it was your self esteem, you took great pride in the way you held yourself. You were the badass, at least as far as the other saviours knew. You pulled your weight in the gun fights, you minimised the fallout, you were part of Negan’s inner circle. A real higher up in the Sanctuary’s food chain, but next to Negan? You were this. Kneeling, a dazed mess doing whatever he asked of you, and he adored it.

“I’m Negan.”

He breathed in and began to draw out a long and exasperated throaty laugh, or at least the start of one.

“Good girl.”

He praised, leaning down to push his lips against yours with his grip still remaining on your chin. And you returned it with considerable fervour of course, as eager and lust-driven as ever. When he parted his lips from yours he grinned down at you, the sight of your inquisitive eyes gazing up at him fixedly as intoxicating and ego stroking for him as ever. He was dangerously close now, his breath faintly fanning over your lips as he spoke lowly.

“This is what I have over you, okay baby? We’re not equals, and never will be, and you’d do well to remember that. However.” He paused and lifted his leather clad thumb towards your bottom lip, pressing on it and lightly dragging it down, you could almost taste it.

“This is what you got over me. There ain’t nobody in this whole place that can storm up in here the way you just did, unless they got some sort of death wish. But you, no you come up in here full badass, and I fucking love you for it. That’s what makes you special, something you definitely got over any of the girls, over anybody in this whole damned place. And that’s why you could never be one of my wives, you’re better than that, stronger. Understand?”

That was all you ever really needed to hear. It wasn’t perfect, some days would be worse than others most certainly, but it was the flaming apocalypse. You could die tomorrow, or next week, maybe even today. So the impromptu arrangement the two of you had made would have to do. You nodded in response, and he finally removed his gloved hand from your jaw and held it out in front of you for you to take. Placing your hand in his he helped hoist you to your feet, and the air in the room settled again.

“Besides, I’m sure as hell no one can beat you in the bedroom department.”

[jomeimei421]

you got any orv fic recs 🙏🏼

BOY I sure do. This list is going to be pretty long, so I'll put it below the cut.

Mei's ORV Fic Reccs

Spoilers for ORV until the epilogue!

Post-Epilogue by the1864

GEN, yoohankim if you squint. This one is one of my favorite ORV fics at the moment so it's going first in this list! It picks up right where 551 leaves off, and every single character is written absurdly well, especially the main trio! Great if you're looking for KDJ recovery stuff.

Rendezvous by WindsofTime

Joongdok. A reimagining of select scenes from ORV, if KDJ and YJH made more use of Midday Tryst, told from YJH's point of view. A tiny bit different from canon, but not enough to call it canon divergence. The babygirl YJH fic ever. Op GETS him.

The False Last Act by younglegends

GEN. If you read any fic on this list, please read this one. I can't say anything about it without spoiling parts of it, and I really don't want to do that. Extremely well executed. Lovely, comforting, and will make your stomach flip like you've stared too long into the abyss. Read this fic TWICE. Read it TWO (2) TIMES.

My Cooking was Always Better with You (Now if only you would eat it) by pave_ment

GEN, joongdok if you squint. For those who lament over the fact that we never got to see any scenes from YJH's 81st regression cooking adventure I present to you: Dungeon Meshi AU, ft. chimera KDJ and bratty chef adventurer YJH. Enjoy!

Tell Me I Did Good Until Now by featherx

GEN. with a little sangsoo on the side. KDJ returns post epilogue, but stays a child in body and mind. This one had me reeling for the whole week when I read it. Sweet and melancholy. I especially loved YJH being bullied by children. KDJ is really, profoundly loved in this one.

An Incomplete Record of Correspondence Between The Magnificent, Unbiased, Genius Author Han Su-yeong and The Jackass Who Dares to Edit Her Work by Dragonomatopoeia

Joongdok. Yoohan's annoying arguments in the ORV shared google doc. The concept and title alone are too funny to not put on this list.

The Prologue Past the Epilogue by AVoresmith

Yoohankim, though mostly just JD at the moment. Of all the ORV fics I've ever read, I think this fic comes to closest to imitating the actual writing style of ORV along with nailing the characterizations with pinpoint precision. Also contains a JD kiss chapter that is more intense than any actual nsfw scene they could have wrote. There are some caveats to this recommendation though:

It gets slightly NSFW in the latest chapter.

Biyoo is several hundred years old and is treated as an adult, not a kid. There will be mention of Biyoo in relationships with adult partners -- including implied YJH. In my opinion it's handled tactfully, but it's also something that might turn some people off to this fic, so please be aware!

LGY has a big puppy love crush on KDJ. Obviously completely one-sided, but it's there.

Home Invasion by misoriri

GEN. KDJ gets shingles and has to be taken to the doctor. YJH breaks a door and then looms in the kitchen like an evil lamp post. JHW bites a tomato like an apple. LJY gets demolished at Club Penguin Card Jitsu. A short read, but hysterical. KCom is so fucking funny in this.

I saw you in a dream by featherx

GEN, Doksoo if you squint. OD meets the HSY of his new worldline, and can't help feeling like he knows her from another time, another place. Had to lay down after this one. Solid 999 and SP fam content, as well as typical YHK style cosmic unbreakable bonds.

We are A Woven Thread by ksalientian

Yoohankim. A reincarnation AU. I read this one a while back but I found it again recently and it still hits just as hard! The cosmic codependence trio finds themselves trapped in another looping cycle, but as is always the case with them, they always find each other and are okay in the end.

A Short Pause by Je_te_veux

GEN, but can be read as JD. An episode set between 517 and 520, a day in the life of YJH, and having some time to think. JTV is a Chinese writer, and you will need to copy and paste into a translator to read their fics, but genuinely they are one of the best ORV writers I've ever read. This fic is one of the ones I always come back to. Really excellent YJH characterization.

Honey and Ginger by Rivani

Yoohankim. Good old fashioned fluff sickfic! The banter is very well done; the three of them are insufferable <3

Too Many Cooks by SonaSona

Yoohankim. KCom makes dinner. HSY makes herself a nuisance. Sona's prose is incredible, and her characterization of the main trio is impeccable. Light, sweet, with just a touch of the ORV brand melancholy. Yoohan is always funny.

There are more but this post is getting pretty long so! Enjoy 👍

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Baggy Uniform (Vil)

Inspired by this

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

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"I'd love to, really I would," the Ramshackle Housewarden answers dryly, and Vil holds back a scoff. "But I have no money for that and this is good enough"

"Doesn't Headmaster Crowley pay for your expenses?"

"He made me live in an abandoned mansion, what do you think? Last time I took some money for food, he used that to blackmail me into doing his work. I stopped asking him long ago. Sadly, I just happen to have no magic, so the job options aren't as well paying, and I do have to also feed a cat monster and fix Ramshackle before it collapses on my head. So no, I don't have money for a good uniform. Can I help you with something else, Housewarden Schoenheit?"

Vil blinks twice, actually surprised at the rant. (Y/N) clearly needed to get all that out, and while cold, her words held to bite. In fact, she sounds just tired. Looking her over once again, Vil can see it more clearly: the disheveled hair, the pimples threatening to appear due to lack of care, the dark bags under her eyes, the hunch of her shoulders, the chipped nails... Her baggy uniform is the last of her worries when she's spending her free time laying down on a random staircase looking like an alcoholic going through withdrawal.

"... Get up, I'm not leaving you like this."

"Why do you care?"

Why does he care? It's not like Vil is a particularly altruistic person. Sure, he tries to be gracious, in his own way, most of the time, but otherwise he mostly keeps to himself until something bothers him. Does she bother him? Yes. But no. It's complicated.

Vil hates that he loves looking at her. She is bothersome because he can't stop thinking about her. She is bothersome because Vil feels the urge to go out of his way to be bothered by her.

"I'm not allowing the only girl in this school to be mistreated like that. We're going to get you a spa day, then some fitting clothes. Once that's done, we'll do something about the Headmaster."

"Pass. Pepel—that's Epel, by the way—warned me about you, and I'm really not feeling like being scrutinized today. Thanks, though"

"I'm– I will not– Seven, you're so bothersome. Do you know why?"

"Because I'm ugly?"

"Because you look like crap, and I still think you're breathtaking, and I hate it."

He watches as his words work their magic, her eyes widening to the size of saucers, her mouth falling open. She looks like a potato carved into a messy raccoon, and she's still gorgeous and Vil hates it, so much so that he wants to kiss her. So he keeps on talking.

"You look like a potato that has been out in the sun for three summer days, and I still want to kiss you. You walk like a raccoon goblin, and I still want to hug you. You act like a fifty years old alcoholic smoker, and I think it's so charming. And I hate it, I hate it all. If you allow me to be terribly cliche, I hate that I love you so much."

Tears rush so her pretty pretty eyes, and she tries to hide, but he catches her wrists before she can. The blush on her cheeks is absolutely captivating, and he wants to bite them like he'd bite a ripe apple.

"And I hate even more to see you be mistreated and go through so much misfortune. So, please, come with me. Allow me to help you bloom—no, to help your appearance reflect the beauty you already are inside."

"... Rook is going to love this whole scene," she grumbles, but allows Vil to pull her up, resting her forehead on his chest once they're both face to face. "Fine, pamper me, Your Beautifulness"

"This is not pampering, it's basic decency"

"Then basic decency me, Your Beautifulness~"

Seven, why her out of all the potatoes? He loves this girl so much.

[cubicle-eyes]

How I think the characters on my write list (+a few) would react to you falling asleep on them! (HCs)

This post is a semi-filler. I'm taking a break from my Eddie fic to work on this because my motivation is going DOWN. Rest assured at least two new fics ( not including this one) are coming very soon!

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Steve Harrington

- He is stiff as a board.

- He does everything in his power to gently lay you down (if possible) without waking you up.

- He has so many photos of you when you're in deep sleep

- even one where he put yourfinger up your nose

- Dustin liked that one.

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Billy Hargrove

- He is also very still.

- He quite likes it, actually

- You're like a weighted blanket to him

- He's not to worried about waking you up

- but he's always sad when you do because he loves you lying on him.

- He has a photo of you asleep in your dinner. Deffo.

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Jason Carver

- shoves you to the floor.

- jkjk

- no, he does slide you away though

- it makes him uncomfortable when someone is sleeping on him, so dont be upset if you wake up to him sneaking away

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Eddie Munson

- He is also probably asleep

- you not awake = boring

- so, his solution is to sleep too.

- on the rare occasion he isn't sleeping, he often is holding your back/waist

- If he starts getting sore he pinches the end of your nose to wake you up, and always apologizes for doing so but never stops.

- He has a video recording of you sleepwalking and singing to "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" while you sweep the couch. You woke up because of how hard he was laughing.

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Chrissy Cunningham

- She's always suprised, though it happens quite often

- Usually she sleeps on you, so it's nice

- Her shoulders are a little bony though, so usually you end up cuddled up in the crook of her neck <3

- she holds you very tightly, but not enough to wake you. Shes honestly worried you'll fall off of her!

- (she puts a variety of hats on your head, if she manages to get up without waking you)

- She has a poloraoid wall, and most of them are you and her together, or you sleeping with a bunch of hats stacked on your head

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Jim Hopper

- hahshshaha

- He's the best cuddler EVER

- hes so STRONG and holds you in PLACE!

- he has his arms around you and you'd die if you moved

- he loves affection okay he's just mean about it sometimes

- if he has a coat/flannel/OUTERWEAR he takes it off and lays it on you instead of a blanket

- it's nice because it's warm and smells like him, which is sweet

- Will murder if someone wakes you up. There is no joke here. Eleven was grounded for three days.

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Joyce Byers

- MAMA

- MAMA ILY HOLD ME TOO PLS 🥺🥺🥺

- Mama bear! MAMA BEAR!

- She is the best cuddler on this LIST!!

- She has three kids, she has EXPERIENCE in CUDDLES!

- Massages your scalp while your sleeping and if she pulls away you wake up, which leads to hilarious interactions between her and Will when she needs something.

- " Stop laughing Will. Just hand me the remote."

- "It's literally beside you!"

- "Shhh! Hand the remote to your poor old mom!"

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Dustin Henderson

- hahassddjshs

- when you fall asleep on him he cries.

- not really but he's killed by the pure trust and kind of wants too

- gives you kithes 🥺

- mostly on the top of your head, but the forehead and your cheeks (depending on the way your head is laying) are hotspots too

- its way to quiet when you're asleep so he falls asleep too

- Which leads to the both of you waking up with a huge bright camera flash as his mom cooes at the both of you

- (bottom left drawer of his dresser, there's a collection of photogrpahs where he's put makeup on your face in your sleep. Also includes you sleeping in his hat, you sleeping cuddled up with him, and you literally sleeping face-down on his bed.)

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Mike Wheeler

- Sorry people but you never sleep on him.

- Have you seen him? He's a stick and bony and lanky and ADORABLE but not to sleep on

- to sleep with, however, when you're the first asleep...

- He just likes to rub your arms through your shirt (or not, if you arent wearing one, duh)

- Sleeping together like this is a really intimate thing to him, so he finds it very special to watch you sleep

- his hands are naturally freezing, so he finds clever ways to sneakily twine your fingers together to warm them up

- His most creative way to do so is to put his hands behind your neck.

- you always wake up, laughing and gasping for him to move them, but he keeps them there till they're warm, and then you're both asleep again with your foreheads touching <3

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Nancy Wheeler

- notice me senp-

- Now in my honest opinion..

- She has never had someone fall asleep on her until you

- Always unprepared and silently freaking out as she sits stiff as a board, hands in her lap twitching slightly as she stares at the wall or TV

- usually when you move around she takes the oppurtunity as well, making sure you're both comfy before settling

- Awkward! With! Her! HANDS!!

- Always everywhere! They're constantly moving

- Her feet do it too as she's also a restless sleeper and very fidgety

- always feels bad if it wakes you up

- sometimes its nice, one hand petting your head and the other rubbing your back..

- but sometimes her feet kick your ankles and sometimes it hurts, okay.

- also she sleeps with socks on. Didn't know how to fit this in. But she does.

- ( in preperation for you falling asleep on her on the couch, she has a basket of blankets next to the cushions, and theres water bottles and a secret stash of chips hidden under them >:} )

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Will Byers

- usually doesn't know you're asleep until you stop answering his questions

- and then which he adjusts to hold you and continues talki g to himself.

- sometimes you'll mutter sleepy 'mmm's when he's said something interesting enough, but he shushes you because you're supposed to be asleep

- very good cuddler, but can never fall asleep

- when he gets tired he passes out, yes, but to get tired he'd have to run around the world four times

- well, he'd have to be mentally tired to fall asleep. No matter how sleepy his body is, he can't fall asleep without talking about anything aad everything until the words turn into whispers and then quiet nonsense.

- he has a photobook, and theres a picture of you sleeping so weirdly that it always gets a laugh (peter griffin fall 💀)

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Jonathan Byers

- probably high

- so he just keeps on doing what he's doing.

- he probably asks you stupid questions, regardles  of if you answer or not.

- "would you still love me if i was a worm?"

- "..cutests fuckin... mm.. worm.. "

- "*sobbing*"

- "woah holy shit, jon, you okay-"

- "Im a CuTe WoRm! *more sobbing*"

- honestly I love him so much idk how to write abt him zhshahah

- if he's asleep too he's probably resting his head on yours, arms lazily wrapped around tour neck as you bury your face in his neck and chest, holding his torso.

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Eleven Byers-Hopper

- freaking out verbally

- "Do not laugh at me, Will. They are not dead, right?"

- probably shaking bc sjes so scared that if she accidentally wakes you up you'll be upset with her

- eventually she relaxes, and moves your head (which has undoubtedly fallen to her shoulder) to her lap

- very gentle and sweet

- once she gets even more comfortable, she probably pets your head and baby-talks to you in a one-sided, lovey-dovey conversation.

- "Whos the most adowable S/O? Y/N is. Yeah he is. The best sleeper in the west."

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Max Mayfeild

- literally just wakes you up.

- if you DONT wake up she tries to literally "push your buttons"

- squeeze ur cheeks, poke ur nose, poke ur forehead

- She doesn't want to be trapped all day!

- (she really does though. If you don't get up soon she cuddles right up to fall asleep. Pretend to be asleep long enough and you get to hear Max snore. Loudly.)

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Robin Buckley (f.reader)

- " :0 omg ive been chosen"

- treats you like a cat, puts you where you need to be so youre both comfy

- couch sleeping >>>>

- lies with her back against the couch and your back pressed against her chest, holding you in place so you don't fall and kissing the back of your neck gently and ajdvrkdvej

- Robin's head > Pillow

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Argyle

- bro argyle >>> hottest person alive

- who am I kididng theyre the same person

- anyways (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

- this man doesnt let you sleep whatre you even talking about???? U joking??? hes high you're comin' down with him.

- "...What color is a mirror..?" "Why is pizza round... cut into triangles... and served in a square box?" "Why is it nail polish and not nail paint?" etc etc

- he always falls asleep very quickly. But he also cries really easily when high off his balls. Over everything. He cried yesterday about the color of his shirt. It wasn't yellow enough. He told me himself

- hes the best pillow. Lay on his chest, kiss his face, let him hold ya

- hes very soft and gentle with you at all times, and since most of the time the both of you are high as skyscrapers, it's a bit more wacky but a lot more sentimental.

- lots of "was drunk and fell asleep like this 😤" pictures in the back of the van

- the funniest being the one of argyle standing on the roof of the van with you and attempting to push you onto the hood "long live the king"style, but you were held on tight

- usually jonathan doesn't quite get as high so he taks a lot of pictures

- got off track but oh well lol

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Fred Benson

- He probably has prepared for this moment and lured you into a trap :)

- he had music on softly in the background and blankets and everything all planned out

- once he just gains enough actual courage to ask for cuddles it'll be less odd when he asks you to watch the most boring show on the planet with him

- he kithes your head a lot bc he really loves you, but doesn't voice it a whole lot

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Peter Ballars

- he moves you, despite how much he wants to stay and make sure you sleep well

- he doesn't move you very far. Usually you fall asleep in the rainbow room, so he just puts you in your own room to rest

- he always sneaks and checks on you, though, because you're still as graceful as a dying baby bird and vunreable all alone

- 4/10 not a good rainbow room cuddle buddy

- (alone, however, he's very sweet, apologizing for dumping you in your room all alone. Kisses all around, gives you a shoulder rub, you know, usual guilty boyfriend tendancies. Will always cuddle before he has to go back to his own room. He may be a lil' evil but you're his sweetheart <3 )

EXTRA/BONUS: OBSCUREISH CHARACTERS

Dr. Brenner/Papa (child reader, around 5-6)

-  he isn't quite sure how you ended up so close to him in the rainbow room as he sat and observed the other children, but when he felt the pressure on his upper arm from you, he couldn't help but grinned

- he woke you up gently, offering you a quick nap in your assigned room, and you accepted by yawning and rubbing your eyes, nodding.

- he walked you to your room with an orderly, and tucked you into bed.

- totally down to tell you a story tbh. Just ask.

- the orderly is assigned to wake you up in exactly two hours, so you better get to sleep quick.

- but no matter. Papa is sure to lend you an extra hour if you need it.

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Ted Wheeler 👹 (Holly's fraternal twin)

- he's asleep. He fell asleep first. You were just to scared to change the TV channel and fell asleep too on top of him with your sister.

- (he wakes up first too, and puts you both in bed, making sure you're covered and comfy before heading back to his chair. If you wake up in that time, he'lm tell you both some sort of a story, though it's a "tired dad" version. Usually you're the cool dragon, while Holly's the princess in fantasy stories.

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Karen Wheeler 👹 (also Holly's twin)

- she was suprised, of course, when you appeared across from her on the couch and shoved your way into her lap, cuddling close and instantly falling asleep.

- she lets you sit there for awhile, patting your back, before she brings you to her room to let you nap up there. When Holly gets tired she'll join you, but for now you get the big bed!)

Barb Holland

- havfuubeakdvehx

- Hi barb *waves fingers like an idiot*

- she loves cuddles. There's never a time you ever "accidentally" fall asleep on her. Oh no. Youre her hostage now.

- Smooches. Smoochy poochy bwa bwbajettiwvd

- Push her glasses up her nose while you're barely awake, and then proceed to pass out. She will cry of cuteness. No jokes.

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hope you enjoyed! Also I need to add Barb to my write list 👹

[lovecanyon]

HARRY’S HOUSE - ONE NIGHT ONLY - NEW YORK

dad!harry x reader

MASTERLIST

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"It’s pretty!"

Y/N lets out a smile as she readjusts Beau’s soundproof headphones. Harry and the band were rehearsing for his one night only show that Beau begged his parents to watch in person, instead of on a tv backstage.

Inez was also at the arena but stayed backstage with Glenne and Harry Lambert during the rehearsals, per Harry and Y/N’s request.

"It is pretty baby!" Y/N grins ruffling Beau’s hair which makes him lean into her. The lit up house shape caught the four year olds attention, even when his dad was preforming.

While Harry rehearses he mostly has his attention on Beau and Y/N. Either he’s singing to them or blowing them kisses. It made him feel special that his son and fiancé were watching him with so much adoration.

Sometime around when Harry starts playing Kiwi Anthony, their photographer goes around to take pictures of everyone, especially the singer’s family. He shoots a bunch of pictures of Beau with Y/N watching Harry preform on stage. He’s also very careful with not photographing the four year olds face.

Right after the rehearsals are done Harry rushes off stage and grabs Beau, hoisting him onto his hip. Since the rehearsals were over Y/N slowly pulls off her sons headphones, careful to not get them stuck in his hair.

"Did you like the performance Beau?!" Harry grins as his ringed hand pinches his son’s cheek. Beau lets out a giggle digging his head into Harry’s neck.

"Yes daddy!"

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"Harry. You’re going to be fine. Now put on pants, please." Y/N tells her fiancé which makes him grunt against her stomach.

"Darling I feel comfortable." Harry mumbles as he furrows his brows.

"You go on stage in 30 minutes. Are you going to preform in your underwear?" Y/N playfully scoffs running her hand through his hair. He stays silent but nods sheepishly. "Jesus. Harry!"

"I’m sorry! But if it’s possible I would—"

A knock on the door makes Y/N jump up from the couch and Harry slump uncomfortably against the couches arm. She opens the door revealing Jeffrey on the other side holding a sleeping Inez.

"We trade children. You get Inez, I’ll get Harry." Jeff jokes as he walks into the dressing room. Y/N let’s out a laugh as she grabs her sleeping daughter from his arms.

"Please take him." Y/N jokingly says as she softly lays Inez down in her travel bassinet. Beau was already knocked out on a recliner, snuggling his stuffed animals the arena gifted him. It wasn’t a surprise he fell right asleep after the rehearsals finished, he and Harry went on a 'run' early this morning in Central Park with Tom and Jeff.

"Please be careful. I don’t want Beau to fall or anything." Y/N sleepily mumbles against her pillow.

"I promise darling." Harry smiles bending down to kiss Y/N head and Inez’s cheek, who was laid against her mother’s chest.

"Daddy I’m ready!" Beau jumps up and down on the hotel floor making Harry grin.

"Let’s go then!"

"Get pants on him then I’ll take him." Jeffrey tells her before leaving the dressing room. Once the door shuts Harry looks up to see Y/N with her hands on her hips staring down at him.

"I get dressed. You get dressed. Got it?" Y/N tells Harry which makes him groan and stand up.

"Wait…I forgot we are matching." Harry lets out a grin, seemingly growing excited.

Harry and Y/N both picked out their outfits together. He chose a white shirt with red hearts but she picked out a tank top instead. Her leather pants also looked a little different than his. And in her opinion her heels were the best part.

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"Harry. Let’s go, there’s already five minutes left—"

Y/N gets cut off by Harry softly grabbing her face and pressing his lips against hers. She smiles into the kiss which makes Harry nip at her lip and laughs leave her. Soon though, they both pull away to catch their breaths.

These type of moments made Harry want to drop down to his knees and thank Y/N for everything. She’s gifted him with two wonderful children, constantly inspired him to write and create songs, supported anything he did (including touring the entire world).

He was so fucking grateful for her. She changed his life for the better.

"I love you." Harry tells her which makes a smile crawl onto her face. "Seriously. Thank you for everything. I wouldn’t be doing this if I haven’t met you. So thank you darling."

"Harry, I-I love you so much." Y/N sniffles as tears welled up in her eyes.

"I can’t wait until we get married. It’s going to be one of the best days of my life, besides Beau and Nez’s births." He grins letting his thumbs wipe her tears. "Please don’t cry because I’ll cry. And you know I won’t stop."

Harry was about to reconnect their lips but a knock on the dressing room door stops them.

"We need you now Harry!" Jeffrey calls out from behind the door.

Y/N gives Harry one last hug before pushing him out the room knowing he will protest to stay with her longer.

As he walks down the backstage hallway, Y/N shouts out something that makes a large smile form on his face.

"You’ll do so good rockstar, I love you!"

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Before leaving both her kids sleeping in the dressing room, Y/N makes sure Tommy is in the room watching Beau and Inez in case they wake up. After that she gets rushed out by staff and into the crowd.

One of the stage managers bring her to Jeff and Glenne who were waiting for her by the sound equipment. Fans soon begin to recognize Y/N next to Harry’s manager which makes everyone start to take photos of her.

But right when the arena lights turn off and Harry’s intro begins playing some do take their attention off of her, some don’t.

Music For a Sushi Restaurant was the first song that Harry was playing. Y/N vividly remembers where he got the inspiration from. They were in Japan celebrating the release of Fine Line.

"Excuse me. A green tea?"

"Right on it Ms." The server nods which makes Y/N give them a smile.

"Thank you. Now what were you saying H?" She turns Harry who was busy staring at her. His stare made her smile and tilt her head. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"It’s cause I love you babe. In every kind of way." He tells her which makes her shake her head and grin.

"I love you too H."

Y/N smiles lovingly at Harry preforming. He was in his groove, dancing around on stage with the band. Him being happy made Y/N over the moon. Truly he was the love of her life.

Once the chorus drops Y/N begins to dance with Glenne and Jeff. Music For a Sushi Restaurant was one of her favorite songs Harry ever wrote for her. Between the lyrics and instruments, it made her feel very content.

The next song Harry played was Late Night talking. This specific song he wrote when him and Y/N first started to talk. They would both stay up late, either facetiming each other or be on a regular call.

It was a routine for them.

"I have to go to Hollywood tomorrow with Alessandro then I’m leaving next week to visit Bishopsgate with my dads…you can come with me if you want. I-I don’t wanna bother you or anything—"

"No! I mean no you’re fine, it’s fine. I’m totally free. Just gotta pack and book my flights." Harry interrupts her clutching his phone against his ear. Of course he wanted to go. He would follow her to any place, even if it’s Hollywood or Bishopgate, he’s coming too.

"Oh! Amazing, I’ll pick you up at your apartment early in the morning tomorrow." Y/N bites back a smile.

"How about I’ll pick you up. I know how you hate getting up early." Harry tells Y/N which makes her laugh.

"I forget you’re an early bird."

The song had a very special memory attached to it, every song on the album did. It made Y/N want to burst out into happy tears.

"He’s doing so great." Y/N smiles making Glenne wrap her arm around her shoulder.

"You know when you both first met, Harry couldn’t stop talking about you. His eyes lit up every time someone brought you up. I’m pretty sure he was in love with you when he first laid eyes on you." Glenne says which makes Y/N laugh.

"I love him so much."

The following song was Grapejuice, another one of Y/N’s favorite. Harry wrote it after Y/N had brought up their first kiss they had in France. The memory was very much still imprinted in Y/N’s brain.

She remembers it like yesterday.

"I got your favorite wine. 1982 Pavillon Rouge du Chateau Margaux?!"

Y/N gasps as she lets her book drop down onto the blanket. Swiftly she stands up from the grass and jumps to give Harry a hug.

"Harry, thank you. Alessandro has been trying to find this for me but he’s had no luck." Y/N grins wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck.

The whole scenery made everything feel so perfect. They were both in the garden, breathing France’s air. Nothing could be better than this.

So Harry leans in.

Once his lips are against her’s, he grabs her face with both his hands so he can be closer to her, if that was possible since his body was already crowding hers.

Pulling away was so difficult to do but they had to get air.

"Let’s drink some wine and I’ll read to you." Y/N whispers biting her lip nervously. Harry sends her a grin as he plops down onto her blanket.

"Hmm what are we reading…In Watermelon Sugar, sounds interesting." He reads Y/N’s book title.

Grapejuice was pretty much everyone’s favorite, Sarah’s, Mitch’s, Jeff’s, Tyler’s…because they knew what the song’s backstory was. Harry had always told them the story about his and Y/N’s first kiss, especially when they were in the studio.

As the night went on Harry had sang his whole album including a few songs off his other two albums which made Y/N feel overjoyed. In between some songs, fans did go up and ask Y/N for a picture which she accepted because she was in such a good mood, thankfully.

Y/N even had a bunch of conversations with them and bonded with some. The night was just so very amazing.

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"Brittany!"

Brittany lets out another gasp making Harry laugh even harder. She definitely looked more surprised than she did with Harry.

Y/N made this all possible for her, she was the one that commented on her TikTok videos, interacted with her on social media numerous times and especially, invited her tonight to meet Harry.

Y/N standing in the doorway made Brittany cry more than she already was. Swiftly Y/N walks over to the blonde and opens her arms for a hug which Brittany accepts.

"Jesus Christ you guys are going to give me a heart attack." Brittany laughs against Y/N’s shoulder. "I seriously love you. Like you are my idol."

"Excuse me what about me!" Harry furrows his brows playfully, making everyone in the room laugh.

"Shut up you narcissist." Y/N jokes. Brittany covers her mouth with her hand as she continues to look back and forth at Y/N and Harry.

"I love you guys. I’m dead serious." Brittany mumbles as Y/N and Harry smile.

"We love you. Your TikTok videos got us through quarantine." Y/N tells Brittany which makes her let out a gasp.

"Holy shit."

After the crew finished filming, Harry and Y/N decided to take Brittany to the dressing room where everyone was hanging out in. Of course Y/N could tell she was excited the way she was grinning and looking at everyone in pure amazement.

"It’s pretty much just going to be the band, Lambert and us. Oh, and our kids are awake so them too!" Y/N informs Brittany.

"Literally my favorite nepotism children." Brittany tells Harry and Y/N which makes them let out multiple laughs. Brittany truly was a funny person that they both enjoyed to be around.

Right when the three of them walked in the room, they were immediately greeted. Sarah was holding her son while Lambert had Inez in his arms.

It was like a dream come true for Brittany, all these people were like her idols.

Swiftly Beau runs up to Y/N which makes her hoist him onto her hip. The four year old had a large grin on his face as he looks at the blonde woman next to his parents.

"Hi." Beau says.

"Oh my god. Hi." Brittany waves her hand which makes Beau follow her actions. It blew her mind the way he looked exactly like Harry. The four year olds eyes were the exactly same as Harry’s, the dimples on his cheeks definitely came from Harry, and his smile was identical to Harry’s.

He was literally Harry’s twin.

"I’m Beau. What’s your name?" Beau smiles at Brittany.

"My name is Brittany. I am a big fans of your parents." Brittany tells Beau making Y/N grin. Their whole interaction was so genuine it made everyone in the room watching want to burst of joy.

Y/N sets Beau down on the couch and lets him continue to talk to Brittany. She continuously made him laugh and smile, even Lambert clutched onto his stomach when she made a joke.

Truly this was one of the best nights Y/N and Harry have ever had. The environment was amazing, everyone was just having a great time. Her daughter was babbling against her chest while Harry showed her clothes on his phone for the kids.

"Harry we already have six packages on the way."

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