#nothing can stop me from loving that woman

[muxshwriting]

good luck, babe

Anthony Bridgerton x reader

summary: your husband can't seem to move on from his previous fling, Siena || warnings: cheating, swearing, period typical sexism, pregnancy, arguing || word count: 1898 || masterlist

It was a marriage of convenience, you had accepted that. Viscount Anthony Bridgerton was in want of a wife and you were available, from a noble family, mild mannered, loved by his family and tolerable to Anthony himself. You hadn't tricked yourself into thinking there could be love in this marriage. You were there to be a dutiful Viscountess and give the Viscount as many children as he desired. That was your job, that was what you were made for.

There was one thing you had asked of your new husband on your wedding day: you preferred if he didn't go and see other women, but if he did, you didn't want to hear about it.

Anthony had nodded solemnly, agreeing that he wouldn't do that to you. He was a gentlemen, he cared for his wife and his future family. And he had kept your word. After returning for your honeymoon, there had been nights where your husband hadn't returned to your bed. Whether they were late nights in his study or late nights with another woman, you didn't know and you didn't want to know. He spoke nothing of these nights, greeting you with a warm smile as he sat down at the breakfast table, as if nothing was amiss.

Because nothing was. Nothing was, right?

Everything seemed to change when you were with child. Anthony had been ecstatic to learn he'd be a father and offered to do anything and everything for you. You had taken a deep breath and asked him a question. "Will you stop seeing her?"

You didn't need to say anything else for Anthony to know who you were talking about. "Y/N-"

"We're having a child Anthony. I'd like you home to actually be a family, not spending most nights of the week either in your study or at her house. I don't know who she is or if it's more than one girl but can you bring it to a stop, please?"

Anthony's eyes had softened at your explanation as he fervently promised to do better and to be yours. And he was... for a while. He cut back on late nights in his study, spending the darkness in bed with you. But slowly like the tide, he began to pull away, the late nights in his study grew more frequent. You spotted the candlelight under the door the majority of nights as you returned to your cold bedchamber.

He was simply busy, balancing books and handling affairs. In reality, he was handling a different kind of affair. It only took one offhanded comment by his brother Benedict for you to realise what had been happening.

"Do sing us an opera brother. I'm sure your songbird is teaching you a few tricks."

Present tense. she was teaching him, not taught. Your husband was fucking the opera singer. The candles had been a lie to keep you obedient and calm. You were not four months pregnant and Anthony couldn't stop himself from going back to her. It had taken all of your willpower not to slap him across the face after everything he promised you.

You held in your anger for four days, until the other Bridgerton siblings were out of the house. Then, it all snapped. You marched (as well as you could whilst pregnant) to his study, walked in without knocking and slammed the door shut behind you.

"Are you serious?"

Anthony laughed like nothing was wrong. "What do you mean?"

"You're not spending that many nights in your study." You accuse. "You're seeing her, aren't you? The opera singer?"

"Wha- What does it matter to you what I do with my time?" He said it so nonchalantly, as if it wasn't even a problem, like you were overreacting.

"You promised me!"

He rolled his eyes. "Siena's different. She-"

"She's not your wife!" You're practically screaming at him at this point, anger coursing through your veins. "I am!"

"Y/N, calm-"

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down. You promised me you were done. I'm carrying your child! It was the one thing I asked of you and you don't even have the decency to do that for me."

Anthony finally stood up. "I am a man. I do not have to obey your every request. I should not be confined."

"Confined?" You found his use of words ironic. "I have married into a family I do not know, to a man who dies not respect me. Not to mention, I am with child. If anyone is confined, it is me. And as you astutely pointed out, you are a man."

He stayed silent for a second as you continued.

"Do whatever you like Anthony. I could not possibly wish to confine you. Go and fuck Siena. In fact, fuck as many girls as you please but don't expect to come home to our bed at night. I'll have the housekeeper arrange separate bedchambers for us and when my child is born, I don't want you anywhere near me."

You turned on your heel and swiftly exited the study, refusing to give your husband another glance. Had you looked back, Anthony's face would have been a myriad of emotions. Some shock, some hurt, anger, but mainly pain.

He knew he'd been callous, taking all your affectionate for himself and giving none back. He left you in bed alone almost every night and betrayed your trust like it meant nothing to him when in truth, it meant a great deal. It was as you said, you were his wife. He was supposed to love you unconditionally, do anything for you. But it was also as you said, you were just his wife. He wasn't the husband he should have been, he wasn't treating you like his wife. He had made a terrible mistake.

Anthony thought he could end whatever was between him and Siena when you asked him too. For almost two months he cast her from his mind, avoiding the places they once frequented, the opera house, the back streets, even the club at times she would be there. But then he had unavoidable business at White's, exactly when Siena was there to entertain the Lords.

She had caught his eye from across the room and he was sucked into her orbit once more. But Anthony had also majorly fucked up. He had broken the one promise his wife had asked him to make. The one thing she had asked of him, he did not do. So he hid all the signs, stayed late in his office, complaining of account books and paperwork constantly. He would kiss you sweetly goodnight and sneak out of his own house to see his mistress.

Siena basked in his attention, his inability to stay away. She knew how to keep Anthony just where she wanted him. The two months without him were torture. No other Lord would treat her as well as Anthony, leaving her more and more money on her nightstand and holding her tightly into the night. So what about his wife, she was just his wife.

You ignored Anthony for days, eating your meals separately to him, at different times, in different places. Every time he would pass you in a hallway he would be met with a blank stare, an expressionless face and utter silence. He begged you to talk to him, to listen to him, to tell him how he could make it up to you but you said nothing. In your opinion, Anthony deserved none of your words. After all, so many of his had been lies.

"Anthony-" His mother was the one lecturing him, asking him why he wasn't with his wife. "You need to do better. This shouldn't have happened and now you need to fix it."

"But how?"

Violet stared at him. "You've broken her trust Anthony. I don't know what you can do to earn that back."

Anthony wasn't sure either but he would try anything until something stuck.

It began with flowers, elaborate bouquets at the dining table and in your room every single day. They were beautiful, filling the house with some much needed colour. Without thought, you found yourself adoring them, before remembering why they were there in the first place. After flowers came the small trinkets, your favourite desserts at dinner, some of Anthony's shirts appearing in your wardrobe because he knew they ere most comfortable for you and your bump.

All the while, Anthony is desperately trying to catch your eye, following you around the house like a moping puppy, begging you to talk to him. All the while, you refuse.

What hurt him most, however, was that you would talk to his siblings without issue, even while he was in the room. But the moment he contributed to the conversation, you returned to silence. It was agonizing, waiting for you to speak to him, knowing he had brought this upon himself, praying you would love him again.

He broke down into tears in his study one night, pushing his work onto the floor and planting his head in his hands as the tears flowed freely. You couldn't sleep, nothing was comfortable, it was too hot or too cold. A loud crash startles you. You push yourself out of bed, wrapping a robe around you tightly and making the slow and tedious journey down the stairs to investigate the noise.

As you reached the foyer, the sound of crying hit your ears. Anthony's crying, from his office. Your heart, which you had been trying so hard to rebuild and protect, broke all over again. Perhaps you had been too harsh on him? Perhaps he deserved you again? Perhaps...

You cracked the door open, Anthony didn't even notice the sound. You sipped inside the study, taking considerate steps towards him until you're stood behind him. His head turned suddenly as he realised someone was stood by him. He hurriedly wiped his eyes, holding back his sobs as he met your gaze.

"Anthony..." His name came out a whisper, the first word you'd spoken to him in days.

Your arms wrap around him, pulling him close to you, holding him tightly and never wanting to let him go. And in the safety of your arms, he completely breaks. His tears begin anew as he whispers apologies back to you. His sentences are nonsensical strings of words that don't really make sense but convey his profound apologies.

"Anthony-"

"My love, please. I'm begging for your forgiveness. I'll do anything, anything for you. Whatever you please, whatever you command. I'm yours." He pulled back from you, holding your hands within his and praying to you. You were his god now.

"Uh-"

He wouldn't let you speak until your forgave him, "I'll never go near the opera again, I swear. She's nothing compared to you. I want to be here for you, for our child. I want them to grow up surrounded by love, like I was. Please-"

You cut him off, diving forward to capture his lips in a kiss. It's salty but Anthony sinks into the kiss, finally holding you in his arms and pulling you even closer towards him. You pull back to breathe, ignoring Anthony's hurt eyes as you do. "I forgive you." You whisper. "But no late nights, alright? Just be with me."

"I'll be with you forever."

if you can't tell, I'm on a bridgerton high rn

[thelastofkryze]

I REMEMBER

Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader

Summary: The King wanted to gather his family to Spring Tournament years after the unfortunate events on Driftmark. On King’s Landing, your abandoned childhood love awaits to face you.

Warnings: None for now. Smut(soon). Spoilers from season 1 (not specific) a LOT of angst. TARGARYEN INCEST

Chapter 1

Years passed since your last visit of King’s Landing. You and your family decided to remain at DragonStone to keep two families relations cool cause of last events where your uncles eye was taken by your brother. And now, here you were. All the people of Rhaenyra Targaryen; on their way to King’s Landing. King Viserys wanted to gather his split family to Spring Tournament.

That, was a great opportunity to take a good look at powerful knights, lords can be a candidate to be bethored to young Princess Aemma.

As your ship approaches to land, you began to fear and wonder, how it would be to meet your uncle again. You suppose he hates you and dont want hope to grow in you. Maybe things would be as it was, long years ago…

You and Aemond were trying to see or ‘run across’ to each other whenever there was a free time of his day; training, poetry; any subject a prince should have capable of. And the other hand you, as the only daughter of the heir, dragged into meetings, dinners, lessons as your mother progresses in such delicate way to the throne.

The first tought came in to your mind was he was kind. And memories came along. He was kind and excited to show you what he learned that day. He liked to show you the moves he learned with his wooden sword he stole from training grounds. Aemond liked swords and knifes you remembered. You always sketch swords onto your book for maybe he one day pick up and carry you with him.

A good friend. A good fellow in the crulety and burden of being a member of this chaotic city where your mothers hate each other.

“My mother tells me some day i will be a grown woman and marry a powerful Lord. But i want to be a powerful Lord.” You said, stiffing your mouth a bite of cake you brought to share with Aemond.

“You cant be a Lord silly. You can be a Lady.”

“Why? Why cant i be a Lord? I will be a greater Lo-“

“Because you have a cunt idiot.”

“HEY!” You punched his arm while he giggles, a bad word slipped from the princes mouth. Later you joined him.

“Stop! If someone hears we both would be granted for the rest of our lives. And… where did you learn such a bad word?”

“How do you know what that is? So you know that too.”

“Whatever. Just dont speak it ever again. It never suits you. Anyways. Im afraid i would have to marry a man who has nothing in common with me. I would like to marry someone like you. As if i have something to share. Would you marry me if you have to?”

“I would fulfill my duty.” He said like he wasnt dreamt of taking your hand a thousand times.”

Aemond was kind you remembered.

[natalievoncatte]

Lena was waking up, and not in her own bed. She was somewhere warm, swaddled in a heavy blanket. Her head was pounding and she didn’t want to open her eyes. A soft mewling sound tumbled from her lips, and she made as if to blink. Her eyes felt gummy and stuck shut.

“Shhhh,” a small, soft voice murmured. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

“Wuh?”

“Just rest,” Kara said.

It was easy to rest. He head fell against the wall of muscle that was Kara’s chest and pillowed on her breast and Lena let out a soft sigh, shifting a bit as she came around and grew more wakeful. She was sitting in Kara’s lap as Kara leaned back against a wall, and Kara had unclasped her cape and wrapped it around her in an impenetrable blanket.

As Lena opened her eyes, she saw that Kara was carding her fingers through Lena’s hair, so gently she barely felt it.

“Your hair is really pretty.”

“Thanks,” said Lena.

A kind of confusion swept through her. Weren’t they fighting? Lena was mad. She was furious. She was world-endingly, life-burn-downingly mad at the woman in whose lap she currently sat. Kara had lied to her about the fundamental nature of who she was and… and…

Lena didn’t feel mad.

“They gave you some pretty heavy drugs when they kidnapped you.”

“Kidnapped me?”

Kara let out a little snort. “You probably don’t remember. These were the lamest kidnappers, Lena. They nabbed you and immediately called me out. I found you and bagged them before you even came around from the drugs.”

“Thanks.”

“You probably won’t remember any of this later,” Kara sighed. “I just want to tell you I’m sorry again. I’m sorry I lied. It was wrong and you deserved better. I should have given you my trust the way you gave it to me.”

Lena blinked a few times but said nothing.

“I’ll never stop saving you. I will always protect you. Even if you never forgive me.”

Lena shifted slightly, pressing a little into Kara, who was now lightly teasing the tips of her fingers across Lena’s scalp, sending light tingles through her sleepy body. Kara yawned and shrugged.

“You okay? You warm enough?”

Lena nodded.

“Alex is coming with a team, she’ll make sure you’re all right. Go back to sleep, baby.”

Baby. That word sent a shockwave through her.

Lena’s eyes drifted shut. She was very tired and it made sense to sleep, to just let it all go. She was safe in Kara’s arms.

As she tumbled towards the dark, she felt the soft press of warm lips to her forehead.

“There’s still so much I want to tell you.”

Lena sighed and nuzzled into Kara’s shoulder. She was soft and warm and smelled heavenly, not just her lavender perfume but the soft smell of her. Lena never told Kara that she wanted to smell her armpits after spin class.

“You want to smell my armpits?!” Kara choked out.

Oh. That was supposed to be inside voice.

“Mmmhmm,” said Lena.

“Can I tell you something, since you probably won’t remember this later?”

“Sure.”

“I’m in love with you.”

Lena started, jolting a little more awake.

“No, shhh,” Kara said, pulling her into a tighter hug. “I know it doesn’t change anything. You don’t owe me anything. I’m just scared. I need you to know of something happens, if…” her breath caught. “If not fast enough.”

“Kara,” said Lena.

“Shh,” Kara murmured, touching a soft kiss to her forehead again that sent a jolt rippling through her.

“I don’t even know if you like girls. It’s just that was the real reason why I was so shitty and hid who I was. I was scared you’d leave if I told you and… and it happened anyway. I’m so sorry.”

Kara sighed.

“Sometimes I wish I could be human so there’d be no secret. I don’t know of Human Kara would have been brave enough to say anything to you but I’m a coward. It would be so easy if there was no lie.”

Lena opened her eyes and looked up. Hot tears glittered on Kara’s cheeks.

“And you know, if you lived with me, and not in that big fancy penthouse, nobody would kidnap you. I’d keep you safe and get you breakfast and make sure you eat before work and take care of you because you don’t take care of yourself.”

“Mmhm, and what do you get out of this arrangement?”

“Well,” said Kara, “I’d get to kiss the prettiest girl in the world.”

“Is that all?”

Kara’s throat bobbed as she swallowed. “Well. I could do more than kiss. I never have with another woman so I’m not sure how… but I want to…”

She brushed bright scarlet.

“I could teach you,” Lena whispered.

“Don’t do that,” said Kara. “Don’t dangle that in front of me, if there’s no chance.”

“Kara,” Lena murmured, her drugged brain grinding its gears a little, “you don’t fill someone’s office with flowers as a friendly gesture. One does not buy an entire billion dollar media empire to hang out with one person as a platonic exercise.”

“Oh,” said Kara.

“I thought you were straight,” said Lena. “It boggles my mind that you thought I was. Me? Really? Have you seen me?”

“Yes,” Kara was looking at her intently now. “I have seen you since the first day. When I saw you for the first time I felt something I’ve never felt before or since.”

“This fight we’re having,” said Lena. “It doesn’t really feel important right now.”

“I know, but you’re on drugs.”

“Will you kiss me?”

“No.”

Kara’s lips were trembling. She dipped slightly as if she’d changed her mind, then pulled back and pursed her lips, pressing her eyes tightly closed.

“You might not feel this way later. It would be wrong.”

Alex chose that exact moment to kick the door in, sending a shower of splinters across the room. Kara pivoted in anticipation, shielding Lena but twisting around so they were even closer, Kara’s stunning blue eyes filling Lena’s vision.

“If you still feel this way later, call me.”

From then it became a blur. Kara placed Lena gently on a stretcher and reclaimed her cap, then trudged a safe distance away and flew off.

Alex was curt and short with her as usual, fussing over unnecessary risks and complaining sharply that Lena got into too much trouble, before sharply cutting off the conversation when it got too friendly and storming off.

Lena ended up back in her penthouse by six, all in all a fairly convenient kidnapping and rescue. She trundled inside and sat down on the couch, staring straight ahead for a while before she went to pour a glass of scotch, then thought better of it.

The night was chilly. National City never really got cold, but on a January night it could be brisk. Lena leaned on her railing and stared out at the bright lights of the city, the flow of traffic beneath and the distant sounds of life and joy.

Suddenly she felt very cold.

“Kara,” she sighed.

In an instant she was there, appearing in a faint gust. Her cape billowed out majestically behind her, hair aloft on the wind currents like clouds of spun gold. Kara didn’t look like an angel; angels looked like Kara.

“Come inside.”

Lena turned and walked back into the warmer confines, hearing the gentle thud of Kara’s boots on the balcony and her soft footsteps walking over.

“Haven’t been here in a while.”

“I used to dream of you moving in with me,” Lena admitted.

Kara stood silently behind her, shifting on her feet.

“I used to think about pampering you every time you mentioned that your rent was high or joked about a reporter’s salary. I wanted to take care of you, treat you, give you fine things.”

“You don’t have to give me anything.”

Lena turned around and crossed the distance between them. With Lena barefoot and Kara in heels, she towered over her. Lena stepped aggressively into her space and Kara didn’t flinch as Lena curled her fingers in the collar of her suit and pulled her down.

She didn’t hesitate. She gently bracketed Lena’s hips in her hands and pulled her in, bending over her to bring their lips together, Kara’s every move soft and gentle, the utmost care in every tiny gesture.

Kara was a good kisser. Lena let it deepen, feeling the heat flush in her chest and elsewhere, as Kara swept her cape around the both of them in a grand, silly, absurdly romantic gesture that made Lena’s knees go all wobbly and her belly flare with warmth.

“I could give you another chance,” Lena whispered into Kara’s lips.

“I’d like that.”

“Want to fly me home?”

“You are home,” said Kara, sounding a little confused.

Lena looked around the apartment, then rested her head on Kara’s chest. “No, I’m not.”

“Oh,” said Lena.

“Take me back to your loft. We can kiss and do the other things and then you can go get me breakfast.”

Kara slid her arm under Lena’s legs and back and picked her up, tucking Lena gently against her chest, stepped up onto the balcony railing and then off, into space. Lena’s breath caught and she tensed as she always did. She really didn’t like heights.

“I won’t drop you.”

Flying back through Kara’s window was a little awkward with the two of them, but they managed. Inside, Kara deposited her on the couch and the fussing began.

First, she made Lena put on a hoodie at the first sign of a shiver. It was old and threadbare and smelled like Kara, and when she wasn’t looking Lena buried her face in the sleeve and breathed it in.

Kara placed an order at a local restaurant and rather than wait for delivery, zipped out and got it herself.

“Do the people at the potsticker place not freak out when Supergirl pops in?”

“Actually, they give me a discount.”

She put the food in front of Lena and disappeared briefly, emerging in a tank top and running shorts, and Lena almost dropped the potsticker she was about to bite into.

Kara sat down beside her, and Lena stared at her. She wasn’t wearing her glasses and her hair was in a loose ponytail, leaving her in a kind of halfway state between Kara and Supergirl. Despite the display of her blocky shoulders and the ribbed fabric tight on her bunching abs, she looked so warm and soft.

Kara speared the potsticker and popped it into her own mouth.

“Hey!” Lena chirped.

“You were just staring at it.”

“Kara!”

“Fine, here.”

Kara gently took another dumpling in her chopsticks and offered it. Lena looked at her askance, then leaned forward and took it in her mouth, eyes never leaving Kara.

Slowly, they shifted together until they were side by side on the sofa, Lena sort of falling onto Kara as she sank into the cushions. They were less eating and more feeding each other, which turned into Lena feeding Kara as they watched whatever came on the TV.

Kara slowly worked an arm around Lena’s waist and Lena turned, throwing her legs across Kara’s thighs.

“I’m tired,” said Lena.

“You’ve had a long day.”

“Want to go to bed?” Lena said. She tried to put her best husk into her voice but it cracked a little and betrayed her.

Kara said nothing. She smiled and lifted Lena up with ease and carried her to the bed.

Lena shimmied out of her leggings, letting them fall around her ankles, all while covered by the oversized hoodie, and her heart was pounding as Kara lifted the covers with an exaggerated gesture and beckoned her into the bed. Lena climbed aboard.

Kara crawled in after her and embraced her like she was trying to pull Lena inside her body.

“You must be tired,” Kara murmured. “It’s okay if you just want to sleep.”

“I am,” Lena whispered back.

Kara started to pull back, but Lena held on. “Can you hold me for a while.”

“Nothing is gonna get you.”

Lena closed her eyes and curled up against her, sighing.

Two weeks later, she put the penthouse on the market.

[reyadawn]

Killing Me Slowly - Part 2

*image not mine, credit goes to owner*

Summary: Reader returns to Virginia after a whirlwind of events. Noah tracks her down. What will happen when these two friends meet face to face again?

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x reader

Warnings: 🔞+, angst, smut, language, kissing, choking, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie

Word Count: Uhh..

Part 1 can be found HERE

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The sun slowly rose over glistening snow covered hills. Winter in Virginia definitely hits different than upstate New York where Jolly's cabin was housed. It had been three weeks since I left "home". I had even gone so far as to turn off my phone completely, unable to bare looking at Noah's face or even the others.

In truth, I was a strategic hot mess of the worst kind. My appetite and energy were practically null and void, only being able to really stomach soup. Days blurred together and were mostly consisted of me sitting on the porch all day in the cold, under several blankets and a thermos of hot tea. Nights were much different...I'd dream of Noah...of the same scenario. Him engaged, kissing another woman. Only that woman wasn't me.

Once a week I would text Jolly from my Mom's phone so he at least knew I was alive.

Breaking routine, I had forced myself to dress and walk to the park a couple blocks down from my parents' house. Mom gave me her phone so she wouldn't worry. Snow covered everything. Trees devoid of all leaves, the sky a rich charcoal. A sign of more snow to come.

I stood against an old Oak and looked around the abandoned park when a voice snapped me out of my thoughts and had me whirling around in shock.

"Predictable as ever, Princess", Noah's deep voice said softly. I stared at him in disbelief, my knees buckling. No. No. He was not going to do this to me a second time. Glaring at him, I turned defiantly to walk away when his arm caught me around the middle to turn and haul me to his chest. I tried pushing away from him, slapping at his arms.

"Stop fucking fighting me, you damn hellcat and listen!", Noah snarled. I stopped flailing if only to catch my breath, refusing to even make eye contact with him. Noah grabbed my chin, forcing my head back to look up at him and what I saw in his eyes shattered my heart all over again. Brown orbs red-rimmed and puffy, he looked like he'd either been crying or hadn't slept for days.

"Do you have any idea how fucking worried I've been?! How long it took me to find you?!", he stated, his hold never wavering. Tears of shame, regret and humiliation filled my vision and all I could do was shake my head. I had no mental strength left to fight him. My heart had barely started mending, the threads still fragile. "I called off my engagement because of you", he added.

"How is that my fucking fault?", I replied, glaring up at him.

"Because you don't marry someone when you love someone else...because I was a fool. I was an idiot for not seeing things clearly...", he trailed off. I looked at him in confusion.

"Noah, I don't--", I started but he cut me off.

"YOU! IT'S YOU! I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU AND YOU'RE MINE! FUCKING MINE!", he shouted before crashing his lips to mine. The shock had me gasping, the motion causing Noah to sink his tongue past my lips and his hands to rake themselves through my hair. Turning us, he backed me against the tree I was leaning on to roughly turn me around and grab fistfuls of my leggings, taking my panties with them, and yanking them down my thighs.

"Noah, stop...we're in public", I whimpered, his fingers delving between my folds to take my slick and gather it around my clit. Noah said nothing, only pushed me tighter up against the tree, the head of his cock pushing between my folds and in one powerful thrust had seated himself to the base. I tipped my head back against his chest, screaming out my pleasure. Bracing one hand against the tree, his other came up over my mouth to silence me.

His cock speared inside me at an unrelenting pace, every stroke igniting nerve endings and sending my body spiraling into an orgasm that had me grabbing his forearm for purchase and my mind went blurry along with my vision. His thrusts became harder, deeper, more powerful. His hold on me tightened as he suddenly turned feral, pistoning his cock in and out of my now dripping cunt as if his life depended on it.

I thrashed in his hold, trying to get a handle on the second orgasm that was quickly rising to the surface. He removed his hand from the tree to reach between my body and the tree to rub furious circled over my swollen clit. Light danced behind my closed eyes, my mouth open on a silent scream as my pussy clenched around his cock, milking every hot drop of come from his body. Noah gave a hoarse cry behind me, holding himself inside me as he emptied his balls. His lips latched themselves to the side of my neck, sucking a dark bruise to life that there was no chance of me hiding.

Noah loosened his hold on me and I leaned my forehead against the rough bark, trying to catch my breath. Noah knelt down in an attempt to straighten my clothes as well as his own, the gesture bringing fresh tears to my eyes.

Noah gently turned me, once again lifting my chin to meet a gaze heated and full of...love? I blinked at him and my brows furrowed in concern. His shiny brown locks blew softly in the breeze as he looked down at me.

"I will spend the rest of my life asking for your forgiveness", he said, voice cracking. He sniffled. In that moment, what could I say? All I could do was put my arms around him. I could feel his body shake with silent tears. I could feel his remorse and I could feel my broken heart start to mend, the pieces being stitched back together.

Noah raised his head, his eyes swimming with tears. I wiped his cheeks, giving him a small smile. He raised my left hand in his, slipping a three stone diamond ring onto my ring finger. "This should have been yours", he whispered.

I stood on tiptoe to meet his waiting lips, sealing our future with a forgiving kiss. Its's ironic, isn't it? The one man who completely destroyed me ended up being the one who put me back together...

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[metalomagnetic]

Hei, I love your IRITB and Canis major so much. I keep going back to it.

Since V seemed to be okay with lending Sirius to have a child, how did he feel when Sirius give him the letter about Albus and Gellert and openly admired Grindelwald? And when the Vampire drunk from Sirius? Really I just want to see possessive Voldemort ;)

Also by the end, Voldemort got angry simply when Sirius wasn't home. How would he actually react if he had let Sirius marry and Sirius had a child? (Let's pretend he didn't murder Harry)

Here's a small part that didn't make it into the last chapter of Canis Major (I had to cut about 10k words):

This wasn't one of my brightest ideas, Voldemort considers, when all the vampires in the room stare at Sirius.

It's not just the usual admiration Sirius gets; there's something predatory in their eyes that sets Voldemort on edge. It makes his fingers reach for his wand.

He has to remind himself nothing will happen to Sirius; in fact, he's quite certain Sirius will enjoy it greatly. It's why he volunteered him for it, after all.

Yet even that bothers him. As the woman stalks closer to Sirius, and Sirius' pupils dilate when facing her, Voldemort is bothered, tendrils of anger licking at his brain.

Apparently, it's one thing to know Sirius is whoring around, and quite another to witness it.

He can't stand the way he looks at her, with arousal, the same way he looks at Voldemort, when they're in private.

It infuriates him. The amusement from before, when Sirius was all offended to be offered as a 'snack', withers and dies. He wants to murder the woman.

Rodolphus coughs, and Voldemort snaps out of it, only to realise he'd taken a step forward, and that he's holding his wand.

Get it together, he tells himself, just as Rodolphus sends him a pointed look.

The next few moments are uncomfortable bordering on unbearable. When she bites into Sirius, his Sirius, Voldemort envisions several ways to obliterate her.

He doesn't need vampires on his side that much, does he?

You do, a more rational side of his informs him.

No, I really don't.

"Enough," he orders, after just a few seconds.

She doesn't stop, and he raises his wand-

Nathaniel orders her to stop, and she does.

Voldemort is seething, something ugly and raw twisting inside him when he sees the fang marks on Sirius' throat- a throat that belongs to Voldemort.

And then he has to endure seeing Sirius feeding from the pest, a blissful look in his eyes, between lazy blinks.

It's especially infuriating, because Voldemort cannot feed him this way. This is not something he can offer to Sirius, and he feels lesser because of it. It's all illogical, mad, and it only serves to stoke his anger further.

Finally, it stops.

"How do vampires get erections?"

It's such a Sirius thing to ask, curious, reckless, lustful thing that he is. It would have made Voldemort laugh, but the tension in the room is high, all the vampires are aroused, and Voldemort wants to kill them all.

Nathaniel glides closer to Sirius. "I would be happy to explain."

Voldemort places himself between them. "The deal is sealed," he says, pointing to the door. "You will hear from me soon."

"You'll be able to find me for the next hours," the woman whispers to Sirius. "My blood will lead you to me-"

"Out," Voldemort orders, at the end of his patience.

Horrible images assault him, of Sirius and her naked, in some bed, bodies interwind.

It has never happened before- even when he knew Sirius was out with a woman or another, Voldemort did not think of it, did not care too much, because those women are nothing compared to him, insignificant entertainments that can only hold Sirius' attention for a moment.

But now he imagines it, and it makes him want to destroy something; preferably the vampire woman.

He calms, slightly, once he's alone with Sirius, back home. He's still irritated, because Sirius is hard, and it wasn't caused by Voldemort, but he can keep his anger in check.

And then he makes sure to redirect Sirius' lust, to make it about Voldemort.

As they fuck, Voldemort plans ways to kill the vampire.

When Sirius leaves, close to dawn, Voldemort goes on the hunt.

He brings back a bracelet the woman wore, an ancient thing, now splattered with blood and ashes.

He puts it away in a box, with a smile.

Only then he can sleep in peace.

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As for your last question, Voldemort *thinks* he will be alright with a marriage, but he won't be. Deep down, even he knows he won't be able to share Sirius, but he doesn't think about it too much, in typical Voldemort fashion. In his delusion, he pretended that Sirius would only have a wife for a night or two, get her pregnant and then she'll just disappear; that the baby wouldn't change Sirius. It's beyond delusional, of course. Marriages don't work quite like that, and neither do children.

[lgbtimelords]

a fanfic i'll never write, part 3:

couldn't have loved me better

Kara sees the woman lying, bloody and dirty, in the tower’s medical and sighs.

Not another one, she thinks. One was one too many.

Bizarro. Overgirl. Red daughter.

Once is a mistake. Twice is a pattern. Three times is a habit. Four times is… fucking ridiculous.

She doesn’t have time for this. She really doesn’t.

She’s still too tired from her trip to the Phantom Zone. She needs to write that non-existent article for Andrea. She wants to sleep, a day- maybe two. She promised Alex a sister’s night with Kelly and Nia a lunch together. She wants to eat way too many boxes of potstickers until her stomach hurts and wants to watch a movie. She needs to call Eliza, maybe fly over to Midvale, too. She needs to answer all the pilling up texts from James, Lucy and Cat. But all she wants to do is curl up in her bed and cuddle with Lena- not that she’d ever voice that wish.

She wants to go back to that time before the reveal when touching was simple and normal. A hand on Lena’s back. A hug to say hello. A hug to say goodbye. Lena’s hand on the crook of her elbow as they walked together. Fingers through dark hair when it got messy. Fingers pulling up her glasses when they fell to the tip of her nose. Touch was… a thing. Their thing.

Now, other than the emotional and aching hug after Kara’s return, they haven’t touched. And Kara desperately wants to.

Half of it she blames it on her own need to know Lena is actually alive, actually here. And that none of the nightmares she went through in the Phantom Zone were real. She wants to make sure Lena’s heart is actually beating behind her ribs, make sure her head isn’t playing tricks on her and the heartbeat she hears isn't just an illusion. She wants to put a strand of hair behind her ear and make sure it’s as soft as always.

But Lena is careful and unsure around her— and it hurts her a little bit. Although she gets it, she’s unsure too. She’s not sure where they stand. And Kara’s restless nights, she’s too drained, physically and emotionally, to have such an important conversation with Lena right now. And by the heavy dark circles under Lena’s eyes and the way she keeps rubbing the back of her stiff neck, Kara guesses she’s as tired as her.

But now, after being rudely woken up at five am, she watches as Lena takes the woman’s arm- the woman that looks exactly like her- and softly wraps a bandage around it. It’s the softness that Lena does it with that makes Kara stop.

Her fingers softly trace the place where there’s a deep cup in the woman’s arm with a white-ish cream before she delicately wraps it. She does it with the one on her arm, then moves into her wrist- before she’s carefully cleaning a nasty cup above the woman’s brow, Lena’s face too close to her face. It almost looks like Lena is leaning in to kiss her and Kara wants to scream.

“You shouldn’t do that,” she says bluntly, making Lena jump, a hand on her chest as she moves away from the woman, “she should be okay after a while under the sunlamps.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” she says, extending a tablet to Kara, “her blood work and every other test we’ve done so far came back human.”

“What?”

“I’m waiting on Alex to come by with the DNA test results but…” Lena trails off, unsure of her own next words.

Kara huffs- half laugh, half disbelief. She throws herself in the chair next to Lena’s computer. Or more like the tower’s computer that Lena is always using and because of that had taken the name of “Lena’s chair”. Lena’s computer. Lena’s side of the tower. Kara likes to hear that.

“That’s a new one,” she says, looking curiously at the woman, “I was half expecting a fight as soon as she woke up.”

“Well, I wouldn’t lose hope just yet,” Lena says, smirk on her face, “this still seems to be one version of you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” she smirks at Kara, “I just think you can be a little hot headed darling, that’s all.”

“Me? Hotheaded,” she gasps, “okay now you’re lying.”

“Oh, so it’s a lie that you used to say punching first, questions later?”

Kara groans again and throws her head back, making herself spin a little in the chair, “I hate that you and Alex talk a lot now. It’s unfair.”

Lena is smiling, that soft and kind smile Kara loves so much- and just when she moves her mouth to answer her, the woman on the bed is groaning loudly. Lena turns around, her face covered in worry, as she gently puts her hands on her shoulders- stopping the woman from moving around.

“Where’s everyone?” Kara whispers, as she hands Lena the syringe she wordlessly asked for.

“Alex should be here any minute, I sent Brainy home because he looked exhausted.”

Lena effortlessly inserts the syringe into the IV and the blonde goes still in the bed again. Now that she’s closer to her, Kara can see that while she does look like her, her face is somehow... different.

There’s some freckles in her face Kara knows she doesn’t have. Her hair is maybe one or two shades darker and there’s a lot of tan lines, one on her face clearly marking her nose, and on her body, she can see the lines of a bathsuit on her shoulders and one tiny scar of a vaccine on the side of her arm.

Her body is not as solid as Kara’s either, she notices when she helps Lena turn the woman to her side so she can tend to the wounds on her back. There’s muscles on her arms and back but they’re not as defined as hers, neither are her abs- they’re more like a soft line on her belly instead of the six pack she possesses.

It’s weird. It looks like her, except that when you look at her, she doesn’t.

“Do you want to have dinner?” Lena asks, as she sits down in one of the sofas in front of Kara, after checking and rechecking the vitals of the woman lying in bed.

“It’s five thirty am, Lena." She’d laugh, if she wasn’t so worried about the fact that the brunette has been neglecting her health again.

“Oh,” she sounds surprised, even as she checks the clock on the wall to confirm that, yes, it is five in the morning. She looks at Kara confused, “What are you doing here then?”

“Alex called. Said she needed to go out and you needed help.”

The answer is just Lena pressing her lips together, “I told her not to call you. You need to rest.”

“Lena-”

“-Kara,” she interrupts, “you’re exhausted. I know you are.”

“It’s okay,” she says, and wishes she could reach out and touch her hand. Be brave enough to do something as simple as to touch someone’s hand. “I want to be here.” With you.

Lena is hesitant but nods anyway.

“Really early breakfast then?”

Kara smiles, “Well, I won’t say no to that.”

They walk side by side, Kara’s pinky touching Lena’s- and she’s gathering all the streghtn inside herself to grab Lena’s hand when a loud gasp makes them turn around.

The woman is sitting up on the bed, the bandages on her arms turning red as she moves her hands up to her throat. She’s coughing and coughing and her back is so arched as she bring her head to her raised up knees that Kara wonders if it’s painful.

“Don’t move too much,” Lena says, walking closer to her and grabbing a water bottle on one of the tables.

It's like the words click a switch on the woman's mind and as quickly as her stiff muscles allow her, she wraps her arms around Lena as soon as she sees her. The woman's hands make a fist on Lena's clothes and her face hides in the crook of Lena's neck.

“My love,” she chokes out like a prayer.

[thetxtdevil]

Hello!! I really like ur fics and ur blog in general!!

Can i request smthn abt mean jealous dom Taehyun with a breeding kink x reader?:33

Can i also be a ✏️ anon?:]]]

Thank you so much and yes you are now ✏️

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the big boba eyes of tyun’s quickly falls when he sees your attire. tae admired your hip dips shown off in your little shorts and your abdomen on display from your crop top. the man couldn't help to think how gorgeous you’d look to have the curve of your belly full of him and you,,,

walking into the room with the five men, all eyes were on you. it was nothing different from your regular wardrobe but tae was not in the mood to keep up the the boys’ shenanigans. the way yeonjun sat close to you, and how you laughed at soobin’s perverted jokes. nope and no, tyun was not having it. the final strike was when beomgyu found a way to get his hand on your exposed skin. knowing you were only there for tae, once he walked out to his bedroom you were soon to follow.

pacing the room, taehyun's mind spinning, you crept in the room closing the door behind you. “i’m happy that you get along with the boys but,” he stops his pacing to look at you, “what will it take for the boys and you to know you’re mine?”

“honey, i know i'm yours” you step closer to the handsome man rubbing his shoulder “I love you”

tyun stares deeply in your eyes, grasping your hips guiding you until your knees hit the edge of the bed, “you mean it?”

you watch his eyes become darker and darker. slightly offended by his lack of trust in your statement you tell him yes before bringing his face to your lips. tae’s hands rub your hips bringing them up to your waist, thumbs massaging your belly. he questioned for the reason of making sure that you were right for him. the perfect woman to carry his children.

as the kiss deepens the more tae’s softness fades into rough. unbuttoning your shorts, they fall revealing pretty lace panties. He chuckles bringing a hand up to your clothed pussy, lightly fingering your slit, with his other hand tyun slaps your ass.

“why’d you have to show off in front of the boys huh?” he mumbles against your lips “you love to tease me don’t you”

you whine grasping tae's shirt bunching the garment up to see a hint of his abs and v-line.

“does the slut want my seed?” his pretty nose grazes your jawline.

"yes, please" you whisper softly into his ear.

with a smirk at your consent, tyun pushes you onto the bed, you grunt at the jolting fall on the sheets. lifting yourself on yourself on your elbows to watch tae's dick spring out of his pants, removing his shirt so you can get a full view of his hard worked abs. drooling at the sight, you lift your hands to touch him only for tae to slap them. getting a hold of your wrists putting them over your head, his other hand guiding your knees to your chest, you laid their defenseless.

the man brushes his finger in between your legs, hooking his fingers around your panties. without warning, no pre-stretch, tyun slams his cock into your dripping pussy. deliciously stretching you out, legs already shaking, heat building up in your lower tummy. his tip brushing against your cervix, the perfect spot to have his cum shoot through. sooner than later, you were realizing that you were going to be in this position for the rest of the night. the only time his rough pace would stop is to plug himself in and baby trap you.

"you’re going to take every once of my cum until I can see those breasts plump and tummy rise" taehyun grunts into your ear "i want everyone to know who you belong to."

whoa 😳 tf i just write...

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

[buckys-wintersoldier]

His forever and ever

// Chapter Four //

// Pairing //

→ (Ex-)Boyfriend!Mob!Bucky Barnes x (Ex-)Girlfriend!Reader

// Summary //

→ Steve follows you everywhere, making sure that Bucky can’t get too close to you. But when he has an appointment you tell him that you’re fine. During your work shift you get closer to a man, who asks you out and who wouldn’t say yes to such a nice offer.

// Wordcount //

→ 4.325 Words

// Warnings // Teen

→ feelings, crying, hurt/comfort

// Authors Note //

→ The biggest thank you to the amazing @bucks-babe for proofreading, coming up with more details.

// Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist //

// Series Masterlist //

<- Chapter Three

Bucky doesn’t stop looking where you’re going, he doesn’t stop to check everyone you could possibly date. But luckily you’re not looking like you’re dating anyone, some flirts at work but nothing more. He still gets jealous when a man flirts with you, but slowly he gets the feeling that you still feel more for him as you try to admit.

Even though he knows where you’re going, who you’re talking to and all that, he doesn’t find a good moment to talk to you. Steve is following you everywhere. He is the only man you’re hanging out with — and Tony — but he always stops Bucky from talking to you.

Steve is pretty overprotective of you but you don’t mind. He is cute when he is clingy and going out with your best friend and his boyfriend is pretty fun. Tony and you are pretty good friends, you’re sharing the same likes when it comes to movies or food. You can dance and jump around the apartment with him and you’re besties when it comes to jokes.

Tony is often at your apartment, and even though you try to convince them to go out they order pizza and spend all night with you in front of the television, eating and watching the most hilarious or horrifying movies you can find. Tony shares his boyfriend gladly with you — with Steve’s princess.

But today Tony is going on a business trip and Steve has an appointment. You needed a while to convince him that you aren’t afraid of Bucky. And that he maybe doesn’t even follow you anymore.

“Stevie, I’m fine! You know I can defend myself, and he won’t hurt me, not when he still loves me,” you told him, laughing softly. Steve nodded, kissing your head and went to the appointment while you got ready for work.

And there you are now laughing with a coworker while both of you prepare drinks and snacks. She just made another joke and you can’t stop laughing about it, trying to get the snacks ready but whenever you look at her you burst out laughing once again.

“You know that wasn’t that funny, right?” She asks, but you shake your head, holding your hand on your belly while you laugh even harder.

“That was way too funny,” you say, shaking your head. You finally manage to prepare the snack properly and take the plate in your one hand and the two dinks in the other. “Open the door for the princess, woman!”

“Everything you ask for,” she chuckles before opening the small door which separates the bar and the lounge. You step out of it, running around and bending over slightly. “Always so bossy.”

With a giggle you make your way through the bar, trying to avoid dancing people so you won’t spill any food or drinks. When you reach the table they thank you and the young man who is sitting next to his friend hands you a little paper smirking at you.

“Call me if you wanna go out with me,” he says, his voice rough but sounding so soft. As much as you try to stop comparing every man with Bucky you do it once again.

While you nod you smile softly, turning around to make your way back to the bar. He is cute, hot too but he isn’t Bucky. His brown hair isn’t looking so fluffy and he doesn’t have that sexy man bun. His voice sounds rough and he can still sound so soft but it’s not the same as when Bucky would be talking to you. And as nice as that guy could be, he wouldn’t be the man you’re craving, he wouldn’t be the one who would own your heart because your heart belongs to someone already.

“There she is, let me open the door for you, princess,” your coworker says and chases you to chuckle. She opens the door for you and you bend over once again, then you place the small paper on the bar and focus on getting more orders ready.

Your coworker has way better things to do than helping you with food and drinks, she grasps the paper and smirks at you then. “Got a number of a boy, huh? Does he look good?”

You roll your eyes, turning toward her and nodding toward the table the two men are sitting. “The brown haired one. Doesn’t look bad at all but going out with him? Not really.”

She nods, but tries to convince you to at least go out on a date with him once. Then you can still decide if you want to date him or not. But as hard as she tries, you just can’t help and think about Bucky.

Whenever he took you out on dates, they were beautiful, you had your own space in the restaurants, you were able to order whatever you wanted to eat and Bucky never complained about any food habits of yours.

And once again you miss him even more, no one can fill the hole he left behind. When they say the wounds will heal — maybe they will but you will always wear the scars on your soul. As much as Bucky hurt you, the feeling you have now is worse. But you can’t just go back to him, you can’t let him hurt you with his promises. And maybe one day the pain will go away and you will be able to love another man.

When your shift ends you change your clothes, and make your way out of the bar. The paper of the man fidgeting between your fingers and you consider whether to call him for a date or not. But maybe he will be all sweet and lovely and you could have some fun with, getting a distraction from Bucky.

You tap his number into your phone, then you call him and luckily you don't have to wait long for him to pick up. “Hey, sweetheart, thought about my offer and go out with me?”

“But you're not getting me into your bed!” You say, sternly before you giggle softly. “Where do we meet?”

“Two streets behind the bar, there is that shop with the best pizza,” he says, describing the way even though you know exactly where the restaurant is. You chuckle slowly before hanging up and making your way to the place he was talking about.

When you arrive there you narrow your eyebrows, the man isn’t nearby yet, maybe he is just busy or already in the restaurant? You turn your head to the side, once again a dark alley and you slowly get the feeling that you and dark alleys have some kind of connection.

It’s not like you’re afraid of them, you were together with the most fearful man in town and he didn’t scare you — at least not often. But you wonder why you always end up in or close to dark alleys, with a shrug you chuckle softly about yourself, looking around to look for the guy who wants to meet there.

A few minutes pass and you watch all the people walking by and some of them are pretty funny to look at — not in a bad way, more in a sweet one. Like the one guy who talked to his dog like it’s a person — he reminded you slightly of Steve who would most definitely do that too.

Your phone vibrates in your hand and you turn around to see the guy's number on your display. You pick up and chuckle softly when you hear his slightly nervous voice coming through the loudspeakers of your phone.

“Hi, I— uhm. I’m waiting in the restaurant already, should have told you. Can you ice the door behind the restaurant? They— I know one and he offered us the perfect place but no one has to know that we just arrived at the restaurant,” he says, chucking softly and you agree.

Your inner voice tells you to run or whatever but not go into the dark alley. The reason he told you wasn't that good actually and you’re not naive but even though you’re sure that he is joking around to tell you later that you believed his joke — you take a step into the dark alley.

The sound of the street turning quiet when you take another few steps into the alley. You sigh softly, making your way through the alley to find the back entrance of the restaurant. Maybe he wasn’t joking and really wants to meet there?

When you take a few more steps a small lamp turns on and you shiver lightly when you see a big frame of a person there. You immediately stop in your tracks, ready to turn away and run but you’re too curious to just turn away before you find out who it is, maybe it’s your date.

Another lamp turns on, just next to the other bit this one is brighter and you gasp when you see who is standing there. It’s definitely not the person you expect.

“James,” you mumble, loud enough for him to hear. He shakes his head, knowing that you use that name only when you’re mad — he doesn’t blame you, you have every right but hearing his name slipping so harshly over your pretty lips makes his heart clench.

“Dragǎ mea,” he says, his voice soft and a soft smirk appears on his lips. How much you missed that, when his nose is scrunching so lightly while the corner of his lips curl up.

Bucky’s hair is tied back into a low bun, his beard short as always but the stubbles you love so much are still there — just long enough to tickle you. But instead of wearing a suit, he wears pants and a hoodie, the one you always wore because it’s just so big and comfortable.

With a hum you want to turn around, not wanting to look into his ocean blue eyes, knowing you would get lost in them. And as much as you missed to just look into his eyes and admire the soft gray, blue colors mixing — you should get lost in them yet. They would only cause the pain in your chest to grow, the empty space where he belongs would be bigger and you would just miss him even more.

“C—can you please listen to me for a moment? Please?” Bucky asks, his voice shaking and you swallow thickly. You haven’t heard his voice shaking often, he used to hide his emotions unless you were alone but there wasn’t a reason for his voice to shake then. “Please, just— just listen. I—I need to tell you because I know now.”

You nod, but you don’t move, just looking at him. He hesitates for a moment, shifting from one foot to the other. The big mobster looks suddenly so small and broken and you feel your heart breaking once again.

You thought he would move on, or just be distracted by his work, but he doesn’t look like that. Dark shadows underneath his eyes, worse than the one you have seen when he has worked all night.

“I’m sorry, I miss you so much. I know I messed up, but please, doll, I can’t be without you. Everything feels so much harder, everything is dark, empty and I miss your laugh, your voice, your soft touch, everything — I just miss you,” he says, tears building up in his eyes and he walks closer to you, slowly. When he is sure you’re not taking a step backward he takes another one closer to you.

He still leaves a bit of space between the two of you, giving you the chance to move away in case you don’t want him to be that close to you. But you can smell him — even though there is some distance between the two of you. His scent is intoxicating and you relax when you inhale deeply, he still smells so good — musky and light mint — exactly how you love it.

“My heart feels like it’s ripped out, broken into pieces and I feel like I can’t breathe without you. Since you left, it’s so different, but I know— I know that’s all because I gave you the feeling that my work is my priority and that you’re self-evident. But now I know you aren’t. I feel like I understand what you felt and I’m sorry,” he says, quietly and letting his head fall forward, staring at the ground while tears fall down his cheeks.

“Is that all, James?” Your voice is cold and even though you feel like hugging him and telling him that you feel the same you just can’t bring yourself to do that. He said sorry so often but he was still putting his work first and acting like you’re self-evident.

“D—Don’t you feel anything for me anymore?” His eyes widen, tears slipping down his cheeks and you have never seen him that vulnerable. His voice is almost a whimper and shaking when those words leave his lips, afraid of your answer.

He looks so broken and no matter how hurt or mad you are, you don’t like seeing him like that. The love and all the feelings you have for him are still there and even though he was a dick you still love him.

“Listen, James. I love you as much as I did the day I left the mansion. But you hurt me and I can’t act like you didn’t. You can’t come back and demand that—“ you interrupt yourself not exactly knowing what to say.

“I don’t— I get that you’re mad, that you’re hurt and you have every right for that, and I don’t demand or want to sound demanding. Please I just— I just need you back, dragǎ mea. Without you there is no warmth, it’s like the moon without the sun, a forest without trees, a desert without sand, or the ocean without water — without the one thing the other can’t exist and I can’t be without you,” Bucky says, taking another step closer and reaching his big hands out.

He gives you the opportunity to place yours in his but he doesn’t want to force you. You think about his words, he was always good with those — the way he could tell you he loves you in so many ways made the tingling in your stomach grow and it’s exactly what his words are doing this time too.

You hesitate for a moment before you place your hands in Bucky’s. His fingers curl around your smaller hand, his thumbs rubbing over your fingers and the back of your hand.

“I understand that you can’t forgive me just now and I didn’t treat you right. I noticed when I woke up and the other half of the bed was empty, when I waited for you in my office to come and ask me to go out or just have you sit on my lap. Or just when you were stealing my clothes, especially when you came into my office, wearing them — you all looked so adorable in them, just the thought of you wearing what’s mine causes my heart to race. You always know how to calm me down but also to make me smile, no matter how annoying the work was you always had a way to cheer me up and no one can help me calm down like you did. You never were afraid of my anger — unless that one time in the alley for which I’m still really sorry,” Bucky says, inhaling deeply while he thinks about more examples of the things he misses but has still in mind from when you were together. But he just misses everything, even the way you put him into his place when he was stressed, he always adored and still adores you for that.

When every woman would have turned around and left him, you poked your finger into his broad chest and told him in a calm tone that he can’t act like that around you. And he really calmed down, apologized. Bucky placed a lot of kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle. No matter what, you always know how to calm him down and put him into his place, making sure that he knows who he is talking to. And he loves it when you’re all bossy around him, or around others it makes you even cuter and sexier at the same time.

“You— You put me into my place without hesitation, and your bossy side, I just miss that so much. Or when we just cooked together, watched movies or whatever else we did, now it only feels like an empty space in my heart. I messed up and I know that’s too late but can you just think about giving me another chance?” Bucky asks, tears streaming down his cheeks but he doesn’t hide them. Knowing that you would never make jokes about it, he can be himself with you but he can’t hold back the tears anyway. The attempt of doing it when he was working was hard enough but now with you? All his emotions are coming to the surface.

You don’t reply immediately, your eyes locked with his. The blue doesn’t look as shining and glittering as usual. You remove one of your hands out of his and you can see the switch in his expression when you do so. It’s like the last bit of his heart which wasn’t broken does it the moment you let go of one of his hands. Bucky already wants to let go of your other hand to take a step backwards but he freezes in his tracks.

Your soft fingers brush over his cheek, swiping the tears away. But just when you do so there is a new wave of them rolling down his cheeks. Bucky tilts his head and leans into your smooth touch, sighing softly.

“You don’t have to answer, but please just— just think about it. I will do everything you want but please, dragǎ mea, please give me another chance. I won’t hurt you again, I— I love you,” he says, closing his eyes and enjoying the softness of your fingers on his skin.

“So you’re probably my date for tonight, right? You told him to give me his number and arrange that all?” You ask after a few moments, Bucky nods, smirking slightly. His smirk is just so adorable that you could melt, he knows exactly how to get you. “I haven’t eaten all day, so let’s get a table in the restaurant and eat so we can talk about your question.”

Bucky sighs softly, his smirk fading away but inside he dances and jumps around — you don’t want him to fuck off, so maybe he gets another chance? Maybe when he shows you that you’re his priority, that you’re the one he loves.

The two of you make your way to the front entrance and when Bucky asks for a table the waitress leads you to a table in the corner of the restaurant. Bucky doesn't look at her unless he talks to her, other than that his eyes are always on you.

“What do you want to eat, dragǎ mea?” Bucky asks, exactly knowing what you want, he is still giving you the opportunity to decide whatever you want to have. So you tell the waitress what you would like, Bucky does the same and when the waitress walks away he smiles softly at you.

You know that smile, and chuckle softly. Bucky knows exactly what you want to eat and with the smirk he tells you that he would have ordered that for you. But he also respects that you can talk for yourself and make your own decisions. Bucky just likes to know that he still knows you better than everyone else, it makes his heart beat faster and causes a tingling feeling in his lower stomach.

Something you always appreciated about him, he can read you like a book, his eyes are always on you and no other woman gets the sweet looks you get. One look at you and he knows everything you feel, he has the perfect solution for every problem and you just missed his presence. The dates, the smiles, the way he looks at you and only at you.

“Thank you,” you say, smirking softly. “But just because we’re eating here together doesn’t mean that I forgive you that easily, Bucky.”

He nods, sighing softly that you call him ‘Bucky’ again and not ‘James’. As much as he tries to tell himself that you two are just eating and talking — it still feels so familiar and warm that he imagines just for a moment that he didn’t mess things up and that you’re there right now, together and he is ready to ask you to marry him, but it’s just for a moment until the waitress interrupts his thoughts when she brings the food.

“I know, and I don’t want to push you, but I will pay the bill anyway,” he says, softly. The gentleman he always is. Bucky is about to say that he loves to spoil his girl but stops himself when he shoves some food into his mouth.

You two eat in silence for a while before you clear your throat, his eyes focused on you anyway but to make sure you have his full attention. Bucky nods, his ocean blue eyes shining brighter as they did earlier.

“I’m not sure if I can give you another chance just yet, I’m scared that you will hurt me again,” you say, Bucky’s soft smile fades away, he nods his head. His expression is still soft and he doesn’t say anything, letting you finish whatever you want to say. “As much as I love you, I don't want to be the second option. When we came together I was your priority, but then your work was so much more important than me.”

Bucky’s eyes flicker, his expression turns from the soft into a sad one and he nods, processing the things you just said. And once again he realises that he just fucked up. “I—I know. And I don’t— I mean.”

He shakes his head, placing the fork on the table and runs both of his hands through his soft, long hair, inhaling deeply while he thinks about the right words to tell you how he feels. Then he exhales and places his hands on the table, his sleeves are rolled up and revealing his thick, muscular and veiny arms.

“I messed up, I know and I get what you mean, but please. One chance and I won’t mess things up with us. You’re everything for me and since you left nothing makes sense anymore,” he says. As much as he wants to get another chance he wouldn’t be mad at you would you say no. It needed time for him to realize that he really hurt you but since he knows he wants to make it better — this time really and not just with make up sex.

“But you will still work as much as you used to, so it’s your priority and I will just be self-evident once again,” you mumble, noticing that Bucky slides his hands across the table, closer to you. He stops when his hands are in the middle of the table, he holds them open for you to decide if you wanna place yours in his or not.

He used to do that, it’s like a promise without the words because he knows that you don’t like hearing it. The words can be broken like he does that but when he holds your hands and says something he never broke that, not once.

You slowly place your smaller ones in his, his fingers closing around your soft hands, holding them in place. “I talked with Sam and he would help me to run the business. And you’re everything but self-evident. I know I didn’t show you that, but when you allow me another chance, you will be my priority and I will show you, you only need to say you want to spend some time and I will have time for you.”

“When I say yes, you need to prove it. I want you to show me that you mean it,” you say, looking straight into Bucky’s eyes. The switch of the sad expression into the brightening eyes and the soft smirk that appears on his lips fuses your heart to beat faster while a tingling feeling erupts in your stomach.

“Everything you ask for, dragǎ mea,” Bucky say, grinning and squeezing your hands in his. He doesn’t want to let go of your hands just yet but your food is getting cold when you’re not going to eat it. So he lets go of one of your hands, the other still tight in his, his thumb rubbing softly over the back of your hand.

And dann you have missed that, the smile, those looks, so sweet and sexy, the way he talks to you and his voice. You haven’t forgiven him yet but who are you to deny him the chance when it’s all you’re craving too. Your heart tells you he means what he said, he never broke that kind of promise, and he knows you better than anyone else.

“Thank you, doll. Now eat, otherwise we need to order new because your food is cold,” Bucky chuckles, and even though it has been some time since you moved out it just feels like there wasn’t that time. That there was no heartbreak, no broken promises — and even though he needs to prove that he means what he said, his emotions told you so much more than words could do.

Chapter Five ->

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[gleefullypolin]

Another of my musings, shall we? Indulge me...

Today, let’s talk about why Cressida was never set up as a redemption story in Season 3, but simply as a lesson for our three main character leads…

I’ve seen a lot of discourse around the treatment of Cressida in Season 3, and I find it kinda funny because Cress has always been a side character and never a main plot point and it was very evident this season that it was still very much the case. In Season 3, she was what is known as a plot device. The point of a plot device is to jettison the main characters forward.

So, let’s look at how they used her to do that this season.

Eloise Bridgerton:

Cressida was a huge plot device in moving Eloise’s story along in a heavy way this season. El has been very close to being stuck in quicksand for a while now. What do we know about her character between S1 to now?

She doesn’t want to get married.

She believes that women are held back but is questioning her place in society and what to do about that.

She’s angry at Pen and feels betrayed by friendship currently.

So, when we last left her, her closest relationship ended because Penelope was Lady Whistledown, she realized she knew nothing about the one person she thought she was closest with, her belief that her say in the world as a woman was rocked, and the one connection with a man she ever had, Theo, dissolved before her.

She goes off to the country and meets up with Cressida, the one person who hates the person she also dislikes the most currently, who befriends her and thus we start the new season.

But in the story, Cress is now there to show Eloise a different side of the Ton. Eloise has always had a not so small issue…her mouth. It NEVER stops. She literally never shuts up. Pen was the type where she let her go on and on and on, and never stepped in to stop her. But Cress is like... Ok shut up, stop talking now and listen because bad shit is happening to me and I need you to hear about it.

And El finally saw that life outside the Bridgerton drawing room, was shit. Not every Mama will protect you from marriage you don’t want, not every word said at a ball stays between friends, and not every friend is welcomed by your family. El had to grow up this year. She had to learn that her family protected her from things others were subjected to.

El whispered in the ballroom about her brother helping Pen find a husband and that rumor spread like wildflower and El was quick to blame that on Cressida, only to find out that it was her own mouth that spread the rumor because she didn’t think, she just spoke loudly in the ballroom with no thought of consequence for her actions. And it was Cressida who had to point it out to her, Plot point made.

Cressida was desperate to escape a life her father was forcing her into. El could have easily been forced into marriage to a man thrice her age, but she was not. But she was still El. And El was caught up in her own worries with Pen/Colin suddenly announcing their engagement and she didn’t listen to Cressida’s concerns.  She didn’t see the desperation until it was too late, and Cress stood up and claimed she was Lady Whistledown.

It was only once Cressida, with no other alternatives left on her plate, and no loving parent to guide her, chose a path that led her to take actions against Pen/Colin by writing against the Bridgertons and blackmailing them that Eloise truly was forced to face herself and forgive Penelope and see the difference in how Pen wrote versus how someone with no remorse or responsibility held the quill. Plot point made.

But she then sees the difference in how Pen stands up and takes responsibility for her actions, faces consequences, holds her own as a woman of the ton and gives her back a bit of understanding that a woman can have a voice in the world. Now we see El facing that she has much to learn and going off into the world with excitement to find it.

Penelope Bridgerton:

Cress has always propelled Pen forward as a plot device, the evil queen who tortures the princess as the knight in shining armor comes to her rescue.

Case in point, Season 1, spills her drink, Colin to the rescue, I’m afraid I’m to escort Miss Featherington to the floor. Season 2, she tries to take Eloise from her, for her to be rebuffed, then she dances with Colin happily for him to only use her as a ruse to once again save Pen from Jack Featherington’s ruby scheme. And then Season 3, she does take Eloise from her, stands on her dress for Colin to chase after her, then tries to defeat her in her pursuit for Debling as a suitor.

All of these plot devices move Pen’s story forward. They have a purpose of either knocking her down a peg or by having a man dive in to rescue her thus making her feel important. This season ramped it up a notch as Cressida came after her true worth. Lady Whistledown. Sure, going after Debling was part of it, but one could argue that Debling was a red herring. Pen never truly cared about him. But Lady Whistledown was her true value.

Having Cressida take her prize, was the true crux of the plot device for Pen this season. Cressida stole her glory by claiming to be the one thing that Penelope truly felt she was worthy of. The power of Whisteldown. And once that was taken from Cressida by her proving to the Queen that Cressida was a fraud, once Pen felt she had beat her, Cressida struck the final blow in their showdown by trying to take away her worth and ruin her in the eyes of her family.

Having Cressida out her to her mother and then strike the blow to her new husband by demanding they pay her with blackmail and humiliation to destroy any hope of love and happiness that Pen had found was the final act of villainy in their story.

This was the part that Pen needed to propel her to take a stand, to allow her what she needed to say ENOUGH is ENOUGH and that she would not let this person take everything she loved away from her. She would not let Cressida deal the final blow in her life, her marriage, her family, her purpose. And it would not control her. And thus, she made her final move.

Colin Bridgerton:

Colin had a huge turning point with Cressida, and I did not see it coming. I will be honest when the scene came, I was like why the fuck are they wasting this scene between these two and he’s not having this conversation with this wife. But the more I sat on it the more it made sense because Colin couldn’t have this conversation with Pen. Because he was so hurt and so angry with Pen, he didn’t want to lash out and say mean things to her, but with Cressida, he didn’t care what he said to her. It was easier to say thing to someone he had no feelings for.

And thus, the blackmail conversation happened. Or Cressida/Colin’s Therapy hour was born. Because that plot point was exactly what happened. It was a way for us to hear Colin’s inner thoughts. In a book, it’s easy to know what the main character is feeling, because you read it. But in the show, you don’t get that intimate knowledge. Here we got to know what Colin was feeling.

He shared with Cressida that he left town wanting to hear from Pen, and when he didn’t, he withdrew from himself. He started to take away feeling, to hold back things he needed from others. He become Pod Colin! And then he talked to her about how Pen was treated by the Ton and by extension (CRESSIDA) He talked about loneliness and how that makes a person feel and for fucks sake he bared his soul.

And then he talked about how people pay this damned woman Whistledown to read what she has to say and boy if Cressida didn’t take 3 seconds to call him out for his whining and jealousy of his wife. Because that is what it was, and he recoiled as if she bit him. And thus, jealous Colin reared his ugly head. Plot point made.

And then Cressida, just like she had shown his sister, showed Colin, that outside the Bridgerton drawing room, life sucks. Cressida was able to hit him where things hurt, because she doesn’t care about Colin, she’s not Pen looking at him like he hung the moon, to Cressida, he’s just another spoiled Bridgerton. So, he gets to learn that you don’t always have a loving family to support you and welcome you back from mistakes and responsibility you don’t want with open arms. Sometimes your life just sucks, and you get forced to marry an old ugly man who wants 4 kids from you.

And then she charged him double for all her trouble and sent him home with his tail between his legs. Plot point made.

Colin now ready to accept that he failed, that he should have listened to his wife, and it was time to do things differently, returned to his wife perhaps ready to listen a bit more.

And thus, we see, that Cress was not a main character, she was there to propel our leads forward, to get them where they needed to be, and sometimes, just sometimes, the villain has to be the villain.

I’m not saying she will always be that, they did a good job making you feel sympathy for her this season, but this just wasn’t her season for redemption yet. Maybe in the future, but it wasn’t for Season 3.

[senseigarmfan]

time to rant about misako haters because they suck , i don’t understand why people think misako is a bad mother (yes she did leave her son at darkley’s but she had a good reason to, she did it to hopefully prevent lloyd from fighting his father, garmadon, and y’all act like she just left him on the street) .

also misako has been lloyd’s one of biggest supporters from then on after explaining herself to him and he would do anything to protect her and people act like he hates her (no??) .

There are so many actually abusive mothers to crap on like beatrice horseman from bojack horseman who verbally abuses and neglects bojack during his childhood and odalia blight from the owl house who mentally and emotionally abuses her children especially her youngest daughter, amity blight (using these two as examples) but you choose the mother who had an actual reason for not being there for her son and has been there for him after since that to shit on ? ?

( please keep discourse out of here )

[weareuniqueandimportant]

YOU SHOULD JUST COMMIT SSSSCIDE... YOU'RE WORTHLESS... YOU VIEW US THIS WAY YOU'RE AN ABUSER A KILLER A MURDERER... TRULY... YOU WOULDN'T EVEN LISTEN TO US YOUR HANDS THEY'RE ON OUR THROAT... YOU'RE WORTHLESS AS RESULT... GO AHEAD... YOUR VALUE IS COMPLETE 0...

[kazzzmataz]

heheheheh trollies

[alittlebitofrainbyyourside]

feeling extremely emo about the incredibly emo poetry I used to write.

[orcelito]

You know those posts that have u nearly getting super vitriolic in the tags & u have to dial it back a bit like "no, no one wants to read about your mommy issues. Chill it."

[suguae]

Haunted

Toji cannot move on, until he realized too late.

Warnings: Angst, slightest fluff (reader and baby 'gumi moment)

You were just a girl, standing in front of a man, asking him to love you.

How hard was that for him? Yes, he wasn’t good with his words but he wasn’t good at anything else either. He was just there.

Maybe because the woman he truly loved—he was still mourning over her. His sad eyes every time he watched an old couple dance together, wishing he had been doing that but with her. The cute babies babble with their mothers as Megumi babbles with his father, how he wished his wife was still here instead of you. He never said it, but that’s what it felt like. 

And perhaps that's what it was. 

Sometimes he curses himself out when he accidentally calls you his wife's name. During intimate times only. You tried—trying to keep the emotions in as if it wasn’t breaking every part of you, was the hardest part. “Look he’s walking...” You smiled at the dark haired baby who was walking towards you. Toji smiled, making sure he’d record every second of it; deep down he wished his wife was the one the baby was walking towards instead of you.

And it was wrong—so wrong. 

“This relationship, I’m with you but Toji—Toji this is the loneliest I’ve ever felt.” You whispered while he ate his leftovers, his brows still furrowed from the argument occurring earlier. Having Toji work from 9–5 wasn’t the best but good thing he had you, helping him out with so much. Picking up groceries, picking up his lovely son—until you mentioned that one of his teachers mistaken you as his biological mother. That right there was enough to make Toji angry for weeks at least.

But not this time.

He stopped chewing on his food after you spoke, waiting for more of an explanation. Which you figured he needed, “I don’t think you’re in love with me–” 

“I like you [name], a lot.” He cleared his throat. He leaned back on his chair as his arms crossed waiting for you to continue the sentence he interrupted. 

Right, he liked you a lot. These three rough years you’ve been dating Toji—that particular l word was never uttered once, not even if he was drunk, or having a special moment with you. You huffed trying to find the right words for Toji to understand. That was until little Megumi started crying from his room. “I’ll try to put him back to sleep, finish eating.” He watched as your fragile little body sulked its way to Megumi’s room.

He knew this was gonna happen, he knew you were bound to leave him sooner or later. 

You smiled as you opened the door to see the little Megumi standing on top of his little bed. His hands wiping his tears as he ran towards you, his arms now wrapping around your legs. “Sleep with mama and papa.” He cried out as you leaned down to pick up the little boy. “[name] and papa, not mama okay?” You corrected him, if Toji were to find out that he had been calling you that, then that argument would’ve climaxed.

The little boy nodded, his tears now gone as you swayed him around. “Sleep with you.” He mumbled, leaning his head on your shoulder as he played with a strand of your hair. “Just for tonight.” You whispered, watching Megumi pick up his head and smile. Content with your answer. 

Toji’s heart could just swell at the sight. You treated his son as if he was your own and nothing looked so much better right now, except for the fact that he wished it was his wife.

Megumi was now soundly sleeping between you and Toji, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” His eyes shut tightly hearing those piercing words leave your mouth. It hurt when his wife left him, but this hurt was different—different because he knew it was coming yet he didn’t want to do anything about it. 

“I’m sorry—”

“You don’t need to be the one apologizing.” He watched your soft gaze stare at completely nothing. He was confused, this was his fault. He never treated you how you needed deserved to be treated. “It was my fault for throwing myself at a man who simply was not ready.”

The next morning was silent—baby ‘gumi was confused at the saddened look on your face. Constantly walking up to you asking if you were okay. He was still just a baby, yet he read the room so well. “I’m sure we can work this out—” Toji now sitting next to you on the couch, some cartoon playing in the back as Megumi’s little head sat on your lap. “You’re not ready, Toji.” You nodded, eyes still glued on the tv as if it was meant for you and not the little Megumi. 

“And how are you so sure—”

“Tell me you love me then.” Your eyes are now fixed on Toji’s. It was hard, he felt as if his mouth had been glued shut. You sigh, bringing your gaze back to the tv, “I love you—but it’s hard when it’s one sided Toji.” 

It hurt much more, seeing you drive away as the clueless Megumi waved you out. Poor thing thinks you’re simply going to the store. The house that once felt like home was so dull now. Toji sat little ‘gumi down on the couch. 

His constant, “mama?” or “[name]?” while he kept his gaze on the door every so often. Nothing prepared Toji for this. Megumi cried that he wanted to sleep with his mama and papa, his heart swelled knowing that he had been talking about you.

You were gone, just like his wife. But it hurt—it hurt so much more knowing that you’re alive trying your best to…move on. He stayed up late that same night, stumbling upon a video from two years ago. When Megumi first learned how to walk. You and Toji had just started dating but the look of happiness plastered your face as you watched the little baby walking. 

That was one thing Toji never forgot about, how much you loved kids. Telling him how once you had kids of your own you would finally be able to live in peace. How he heard of it less and less as the years went on, he wonders if you still think that.

next part ->

[miniimight]

I need more dad Sukuna and mom reader fics / headcsnons, I love the way you wrote for them!!

hey anon thank you! i'm thinking about making this a series, if you guys have any ideas/requests/prompts lmk <3

PICKING UP BABY FROM SCHOOL oops, toddlers can't ride motorcyles! (dad!sukuna x mom!reader)

sukuna rolled up about twenty minutes before his daughter's school got out, deploying the kickstand of his pitch black motorcycle against the rainbow colored fencing. he pulled off his helmet, sighing deeply when he met fresh air again.

his phone buzzed against his thigh. he pulled it out of his tight cargo pocket, answering immediately when he saw your caller ID. "hey, doll."

"you got there okay?" you asked.

"mhm."

"and you're on the right side of the building? that's where her class comes out."

"mhm."

"great." you exhaled. "m'sorry i couldn't make it this time—"

"stop." he says gruffly, his phone between his shoulder and ear as he pulls off his gloves. "what are you sorry for, silly girl? you're sick and should rest."

he doesn't mind anything when it comes to his two girls, not the fifteen minute commute to her school or the half hour of waiting just to get a parking spot nice and close to the doors.

your laugh was warbled over the phone. "at least the car is air conditioned. it's been getting warmer lately."

"..." he looked down at his bike.

"ryo, baby?" you hummed.

"hm?"

"you did take the car, right?"

"..."

his silence was all you needed to hear. he tuned out your worried rambling about how the hell is your daughter going to get home on that thing in order to process. toddlers don't usually use motorcycles as a mode of transportation... and he should've thought of this before!

"it'd be fine if i had an extra seat." he mused, debating on how he could manage this situation without having to call you to get them.

"an extra seat?! not even an extra helmet?" you shrieked. "baby, i swear, if you're actually thinking about driving with my baby girl on that thing—"

"relax, doll," he grumbled, pushing down the traces of embarrassment burning at his ears. "the brat will be fine, s'just a couple blocks away. she can handle the wind."

"..."

the bell rang and the doors swung open, children pouring out of the hallway and buzzing around in search of their parents.

"she's out, we'll see you soon." he was about to hang up when he heard,

"i'm literally about to come get you, do NOT go anywhere."

he frowns, his eyes scouring the crowd of midgets for his kid. he didn't mean to make you so upset and worried. he just... overlooked important details sometimes. not his fault, he's trying his best :(

"y/n, you will sit your ass down in bed. when i come home, you better be laying down exactly how i left you." he warned. he heard your breath hitch. "you trust me, don't you, baby?"

"yes... unfortunately."

he nodded. "we'll be home soon."

"in one piece?"

he rolled his eyes, grumbling. "yes, woman."

"hm." you huffed and hung up.

he strolled into the compound. as soon as he saw those pretty eyes that creased happily when they landed on him, he smiled and crouched down.

she ran over to him, her backpack jostling behind her. she held up a painting she made. "daddy, look!"

"i see." he pulled her closer, holding the backpack off her back and letting her walk off it. he slung the bedazzled bratz backpack over his shoulder, lifting her up in his arms. "what is it?"

"for mama."

"oh. all your crafts seem to be for mama. still nothing for me." he complained with a drawn out sigh.

she rolled her eyes, and he swore he was looking at you for a second.

"don't roll your eyes at me, brat." he scoffed. "who the hell even taught you that?" he muttered under his breath.

sukuna finally stopped in front of his bike. her eyes lit up as her legs started to kick in excitement. she's only ever seen daddy ride off on this thing, now she gets to ride with him?

he swung his leg over the bike, ignoring the mix of distasteful and flirtatious looks thrown at him. "okay, kid." he exhaled, shrugging off his jacket and holding it up to her. "gotta put this on."

she turned up her nose. "stinky."

his jaw dropped open. "i showered before i came to wait half an hour for you, chubby brat. the hell do you think you're talking to?"

she looked at him as if it were obvious.

"you'll put this on now. give me mama's painting, i'll put it in your bag." he said gruffly yet gently slid the painting into her backpack with the utmost care.

the jacket drowned her, the sleeves near triple the length of her arms. sukuna zipped her up and put the helmet on her head.

she started to whine. "stinky." she wailed.

"hush." he hissed, slapping some shades on and holding her towards her chest firmly. with her protected as best as he could with what he had, and with the jeweled backpack strapped to his back, he began to roll out into the road.

that drive home was the longest thirty minutes of his life. he had never drove so slow before.

you were waiting by the front door, running down to meet them as your husband pulled into the driveway.

"oh my god oh my god," you ripped your baby from his arms, tossing the helmet off her head. "are you okay, baby?" you smoothed away the sweaty hair from her face, your lips pursing when you hear her sniffles.

"my poor baby. daddy's never gonna pick you up again, don't you worry." you peppered her face with kisses.

sukuna caught the helmet before it crashed to the ground, walking behind you with his hands in his pockets. he kissed your temple as he leaned over your shoulder to peer down at his daughter. "daddy didn't do so bad."

you glare at him, cradling your daughter's head against your chest. you whirl away and storm into the house.

he sighed.

after many apologetic kisses and a good amount of groveling, you let him do pick-ups and drop-offs again. though you made sure to watch him get into the car before he drove off.

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