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Who do you think in her loves open-mouth kisses and who loves closed-mouth kisses?
I haven't played the new stuff so ill wait to do that lol. Very clear favoritism and making sundays semi longer than the rest just for youÂ
Cw : almost all of the characters, none of the super new ones because i know nothing about them loli. Cute, fluffy, KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE-
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Jing yuan likes open mouth kisses, slow lazy morning kisses, kisses shared as he tends to his garden- afterall you are not school children. It's fun to tease him with little pecks and keeping your mouth closed even as he tries to squish your cheeks into complianceÂ
Jiaoqiu likes open kisses, i firmly believe that it is a foxian trait to want to just either lovingly bite or lovingly try and lick the inside of your mouth so open mouth kisses are commonplaceÂ
Speaking of foxians this goes the same for feixiao! I think she'd be the type to run up, grab your face and kiss you sillyâŠhehe feixiao working out and when she completes pushups, sit ups, pull ups, crunches etc she gets a kiss. Great motivation.Â
Another one- tingyun likes open mouth playful kisses. The way she frames it is like she's somehow tricking you into giving her a kiss, her tail swishing back and forthÂ
Yukong open mouth kisses where you share a nice morning tea before you are both off to work. There is also the times when you decide to be sweet, bring her a lunch she forgot and leaving her with a sweet kiss, very domestic (i love her your honor)
Argenti likes open mouth kisses because of romance. Loves sweeping you up into his arms to kiss you with passion befitting the beauty he sees and feels when near you. However there is a good contender to closed mouth kisses because of the kisses he places on your handsÂ
IL dan heng. Something something dragon, something something but for real there is something about his vidyadhara form and the residual energy of his past incarnation makes him feel more possessive and also more territorial. So open mouth kisses it is for him in this formÂ
Serval likes open mouth kisses idk i feel it in my bonesÂ
Kafka is another one whos all fore the open mouth kisses but she will tease you about itÂ
Jade also likes them, they feel more mature in a way and it just fits more with her vibeÂ
Lingsha is another vidyidhara who i think has some innate desire to stake a little claim over you with slightly smothering you in sweet open mouth kissesÂ
Herta if she has time for it has a preference for open mouth kissesÂ
Sparkle has a preference for open mouth kisses ina playful way
Blackswan likes to take things slow and remember each kissÂ
Himeko loves open mouth kisses but they often have the aftertaste of her coffee so she has accidentally ruined your taste buds because she's pavlov dogged you
Dr ratio likes open mouth kisses either to shut you up- hehe or because despite common consensus he is a deeply passionate man when it comes to his pursuit of knowledge and yes- his pursuit of you.
Closed mouth kisses
Sanpo likes closed mouth kisses because they are quick payment and because he can tease you. Oh you need to leave to go somewhere? So sorry that will cost 5 smoocharos plus taxÂ
Boothill likes closed mouth kisses because you can pepper his face with them all over and he loves that sweet sweet domestic bliss of being held and smooched (he bites tho be warned)Â
Rappa likes closed mouth kisses but they are no less explosive! Theta re better for leaving special ninja seals on you tho (kiss marks)Â
Hanya likes sweet kisses in passingÂ
Sushang lowkey shy kissesÂ
Same with peelaÂ
Firefly loves kisses of all kinds but is pretty shy to make a first move so it often ends in a cute peck on the cheek or lips if she builds up the courageÂ
Ruan mei is quite busy and there is a part of her that does not know how to feel about the fuzzy feeling in her chest when you exchange kisses and affection. So for now she will prefer closed mouth kissesÂ
Sunday (i know this is who you are looking for teehee) now before joining up with the astral express i think the preference is out of a sense of propriety, the chaste kisses he shares with you are always longer than strictly necessary because they bite back a longing for more. Yet even after he grows bolder, joins the crew and is more healthy, he continues the sweet kisses. Except now they last longer, sweetened by soft words and smiles. When he pulls back and gazes down at you he goes back in for another kiss. What was once strained restraint he felt stifled him, has turned into a sweet indulgence, a moment that feels tender not tense.Â
Robin also prefers closed mouth kisses. She likes kissing the tip of your nose and both cheeks before she leaves.Â
Acheron kisses you a lot because she forgets if he has kissed you that day.Â
Aventurine prefers closed mouth kisses because they feel more special. Just the two of you able to share a sweet moment that is exactly that, just a sweet moment. Being able to pull you into a small kiss, pressing his lips against your cheek is definitely a highlight.Â
Jingliu closed mouth kiss enjoyer because the maraâąÂ flares up if she kisses you too longÂ
Blade for similar ish reasons except he doesn't stop if the mara âą gets crazy (wink wink) I think blade like when you kiss his fingers, he's lost a lot of feeling in them, they don't work like they used to and yet you still love them the same as the rest of him.Â
Fu Xuan and I have no reason for this other than as a time saver. She isn't the lazy general, ok she has things to do.Â
Loucha who kisses the inside of your wrists and the junction where your jaw meets your neck. Who kisses the top of your head sweetly when gifting you paper flowersÂ
Topaz who includes you in the kisses when she kisses all of her pets + you. All of you get a lil kiss
Seele and i have no thoughts other then bronya too
Silver wolf because shes is busy being a pro gamer âąÂ
Galager but it's those really exaggerated sloppy smooches that go mmmwah
Xueyi i really have nothing to sayÂ
Guinaifen she's shy okÂ
Luka. idk i just see him wanting to ask for a kiss after winning a match but being to shy to actually ask so he just stands there with puppy eyesÂ
AstaÂ
ArlanÂ
March 7th and she always snaps a cute picture of itÂ
Regular dan heng because he is much more reserved and so even in private he prefers those sweet pecks and closed mouth kissesÂ
Gepard and hes lowkey similar to luka where he wants to ask for a kiss but cant bring himself toÂ
Welt! Mr yang would like a sweet kiss please and thank you.Â
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Me, You, and Baby, Too
Summary: You and Joel have always wanted kids, but didn't want to rush into having them until you both were ready. After a surprise at his job, Joel realizes there's nothing more he wants to do than put a baby in you as soon as he gets home.
Pairing: Husband!Joel Miller x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 4.1K
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (it's baby making time, so hush), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, big ole fat and nasty breeding kink (.... don't look at me it's bad), creampie, cum play, talks of starting a family, calling Joel "Daddy" (in the sense you want to have his babies, but also đ€·đŒââïž), Sweet soft Joel who loves his wife and would give her the universe if he could, honestly with just the way Joel is talking about makin' babies, I think I'm pregnant
A/N: It's that time of the month where Madeline ovulates and writes feral breeding kink smut!!! đ€Ș Okay I am so nervous to post this because I have never written for Joel before and I'm worried it's trash with a capital T, but after re-watching TLOU, I need 2003 Joel Miller carnally, so here we are. This is also inspired by @mrsmando post about 2003 Joel Miller constantly keeping you barefoot and pregnant because it made me unwell, and no lies were told. (thanks for ruining my life mimi) đ€ ANYWHO I hope you guys like it, and if not, I'll shut up and go back to writing Javi and Frankie and pretend like this didn't happen
There were a lot of stereotypical answers that you expected from your husband when you asked him how his day at work had been:Â Â
âGood.âÂ
âFine.âÂ
âLong.âÂ
âMy knees are killinâ me.âÂ
âTommy did somethinâ fuckinâ stupid again.âÂ
âBetter now that Iâm home with you.âÂ
So when Joel arrived home today after a new job he had started with Tommy on a bathroom renovation, there were few things that could have prepared you for the response your husband had when you asked him how his day had gone.Â
âHey, honey. How was your day today?â You smiled, watching Joel stroll in through your front door, kicking off his work boots at the entryway, beginning to put away his things before strolling into the kitchen to greet you.Â
âPretty good." He paused, leaning in for a quick kiss before making his way over to the closet before speaking again. "Saw a real cute baby today.âÂ
You could practically feel your heart skip a beat as you looked up from the vegetables you had been cutting up for dinner, tightening the grip you had around your knife to make sure you didnât drop it in shock.Â
Out of all the things for Joel to bring up on the first day at a new job, a cute baby had been at the top of the list.
Not floor plans.Â
Not timelines for the project.
Not something stupid that Tommy did.Â
Not even what he had done today on the job.Â
The top news that Joel Miller had to report back to you about his day was the sighting of a cute baby.Â
You and Joel had always agreed that youâd wanted kids, and your husband had been not only adamant, but genuinely excited at the prospect of becoming a dad. But only being a little less than a year into your marriage, the two of you had decided you didnât want to rush into anything, and when the time felt right, youâd both know it.Â
But one by one, as your friends began to announce their pregnancies, baby showers, and pictures of their adorable newborns, you couldnât help but deny the baby fever starting to burn hotter and hotter inside you with every passing day.Â
Youâd brought it up in passing a few times with Joel, talking about your friends who had kids, or a cute mom and her children you saw walking around in your neighborhood, and while he had always had a positive response to what you had to say, you just had a feeling that now just wasnât the time for the two of you yet, and that was okay. Â
But here you were, standing in your kitchen, jaw practically scraping the ground at the notion that your husband had dropped just about the least subtle hint ever that babies werenât just at the forefront of your mind- they were on his, too.Â
âAwh, really?â You asked, shaking your head to snap out of your shocked state, returning back to dice the onion you had been working on before Joel could turn around to see you after finishing hanging up his things in the closet, trying to subtly coax more information out of him.Â
âYeah.â He smiled, joining you in the kitchen, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to his chest for a soft kiss to greet you, âThe family weâre startinâ the bathroom reno for just moved in. Had their first baby a few months ago and just hadnât had time to work on fixinâ things.âÂ
âSo theyâre already putting the baby to work with you and Tommy?â You teased, raising an eyebrow at Joel playfully, giving him a quick peck back on the lips as he laughed at your sass.Â
âCheap labor.â Joel shrugged back, playing into the joke, âNah, she woke up from her nap while Tommy and I were runninâ through some measurements so her mom brought her out for the last lil bit we were there. She was damn cute, too. Just smilinâ and laughinâ at everything.âÂ
You were glad Joelâs arm was still wrapped around your hip, because you were convinced if it wasnât, you were about to melt to the floor into a puddle, watching how soft and sweet Joel was talking about a cute, smiling baby.Â
âWell a cute baby definitely sounds like a very nice perk of being on the job.â You smirked, trying to play it cool enough to keep your heart from bursting out of your chest.Â
âYeah.â Joel replied softly, quietly pausing for a moment, watching the gears turning in his brain, carefully calculating his words before he spoke.Â
âYou okay?â You asked, looking up at Joel, knowing your husband well enough that he had something on his mind he was trying to work up the confidence to spit out.Â
Joel looked back down at you, big brown eyes locking with yours as his grip around your waist tightened ever so slightly, tongue swiping against his plush bottom lip as he took a long, deep breath in and slow exhale out. Â
âHoney, what is it?â You asked again, now slightly concerned with how nervous your husband looked in his stoic silence, reaching up to gently wrap your fingers around his arm, thumb stroking his skin.Â
âI want one.âÂ
You froze, worried that your heart may have actually stopped as you looked at Joel, making sure that you had really just heard what he had said.Â
âW-what?âÂ
âI want one. A baby. I- I know itâs been a while since weâve talked about it, but Iâve been thinkinâ about it a lot, and seeinâ that baby today, it just- shit, I just couldnât stop picturinâ what it would be like to have one of our own I guess.âÂ
If you werenât a puddle before, you sure as fuck were now. Â
An overwhelming sensation of nerves and excitement began thrumming through your veins, your heart beat pounding in your ears as your face grew warm and a smile started to spread between your cheeks. You were almost certain you had to be dreaming, asking again to make sure that someone needed to come and wake you up and send you back to reality.Â
âJoel⊠Really?âÂ
âYeah, really. Nothinâ I want more. I know I ainât gonna even be close to the perfect dad, but I know youâll be sucha good mom, and Iâll be damned if I donât want some tiny lil versions of us runninâ around. Couldnât think of anything that would make me happier than that. Like I said, I know that we ainât talked about in a while, and if ya arenât ready yet thatâs okay but I-âÂ
Before Joel could even finish the rest of his thought, you were pressing up to plant your lips to his with passionate intensity, hands roaming up his chest before cupping his jaw and the scratchy stubble of his cheeks while your stomach flipped with arousal and want, already feeling a damp patch beginning to pool in the cotton of your underwear.Â
You pulled away, kisses traveling along his jawline and up his neck until you were nipping at his ear, the hot breath of your words whispering against his skin.Â
âYou wanna make a baby, Joel Miller?âÂ
âFuck-â Joel groaned, reaching his other arm around you grab at your ass, pulling you in tight enough to feel the bulge beginning to grow under the denim of his worn jeans, pressing against your thigh.
ââCause thereâs nothing that I want more than to make you a daddy.â You smirked, looking up to watch Joelâs eyes darken with lust, jaw going slack as a low groan rumbled in his chest, his once half hard cock now fully erect and straining against his zipper, trying to keep from giggling watching your husband try to string together any sort of thoughts to speak.Â
âJesus fuckinâ Christ-â He moaned, running his hand over his face to try and regain his composure to keep from busting right then and there. âYou- fuck, you sure, baby?âÂ
âMhmmmm. Donât think Iâve ever been so sure of anything in my whole life. So sure,â you paused, softly pressing your lips to his between words, âthat I think we should go make one right now.âÂ
Your adamant confirmation was all it took to set off something almost animalistic in Joel, crashing his lips back into yours in a messy clash of tongues and teeth, gripping his hands under your thighs to hoist you up around his hips and lock your legs behind the small of his back. Without ever letting your mouths part, Joel was already halfway to the bedroom before you had even realized it, playfully giggling at how frantically he was carrying you down the hallway, your bodies bumping against the walls and door frames, too focused on desperate and needy kisses for any sort of spatial awareness.Â
Finally reaching your bed, Joel carefully laid you down, letting your back fall into the mattress, leaving your lower half to hang off the edge before your husband was on his knees, settling himself between your parted thighs.Â
You sat up on your elbows, watching as Joel tightened his grip around the meat of your legs, peppering kisses up the inside of each across your soft skin before coming face to face with your core, planting another soft kiss there before letting his fingers ghost over your heat, still covered by your jeans.Â
He rapidly worked at the button of your pants, shuffling them down off your hips to reveal your underwear, now absolutely soaked with arousal from the prospect alone of Joel knocking you up and carrying his baby.Â
âJesus Christ, baby girl, look at âcha.â Joel tutted, admiring how the cotton of your underwear clung to the outline of your cunt, sticking to the puffy and swollen lips of your pussy from how wet you were. âHavenât even touched ya yet. This all for me, darlinâ?âÂ
Just as you began to try and answer, Joel took one of his fingers, barely dragging it over the damp fabric before beginning to rub soft circles over your covered clit, eliciting a pathetic whimper from you at the electric sensation. Â
âF-fuck- Itâs all for you, b-baby.â You stammered, moaning even louder as a second finger joined the first, pressing more pressure into you sensitive nub as he nudged each of your legs to drape over his shoulders, his free hand tugging at the waistband of your underwear, making you instinctually lift your hips as he yanked them off your legs to crumple in a messy pile with your pants.Â
âPrettiest fuckinâ pussy Iâve ever seen.â Joel mewled, running his fingers up and down through the weeping seams of your folds, toying with your entrance while draping his arm across your hips to hold your squirming lower half in place. âWants me to fuck her full of me and fill her up so bad, huh?âÂ
âP-please, Joel. Want you to fill me up so badly.â You whimpered, staring down at your husband, a devilish grin spread across his face, licking his lips as his eyes darted back and forth between your blissed out face and the glistening mess between your thighs.Â
âI will sweetheart, promise. Gotta taste you first though, baby. Gotta make sure youâre nice nâready for me. âCause once we start, I ainât lettinâ you outta this bed âtill I knock you up.âÂ
With that, Joel was diving between your legs, lapping you up in long and firm strokes, pressing against your clit in the way he knew would make you fall apart under his tongue. While he would have loved to have spend hours just like this, making you writhe under his touch, drinking up your arousal like a wandering man parched in the heat of the desert, Joel had one thing on his mind, and one thing only-Â
To get you pregnant. Â Â
Joel began to intensify the pace of his tongue, swirling and sucking around your clit as two of his thick fingers pushed into your heat, sliding in and out of your entrance with ease from how wet and worked up you were. Curling his fingers ever so slightly, you cried out as Joel bumped against your g-spot, pushing against the soft, spongy spot as his tongue worked its magic.Â
You could feel the arousal shooting through your veins, heat beginning to bloom in your stomach as Joel fucked you with his fingers and mouth, shooting your hand down to grab fistfulls of his thick, brown hair to brace yourself for your impending orgasm.Â
âJ-Joel, oh fuck- Fuck, baby, Iâm c-close. Donât stop, please, donât stop.â You whined, pussy beginning to flutter around Joelâs fingers, the tightening only egging him on further to get you to cross the finish line.Â
With just a little more pressure of his tongue, Joel could feel your cunt clamping down around his digits, watching the pleasure shoot through your body as you came, your orgasm crashing through you like a tsunami.Â
As you reached your high, Joel drank up your arousal, not faltering in his pace, too focused on your pretty cries of his name being chanted like a prayer to do anything but keep going and making you feel good.Â
Truth be told, Joel had gotten so lost between your thighs, the only thing stopping him was the tensing feeling between his, so pussy drunk and determined to fuck you full of him that he was worried he was about to cum too if he didnât stop.Â
Pulling off you, Joel frantically stood up, racing to undo his belt and jeans, yanking them down his legs in tandem with his boxers as his cock slapped against his stomach, precum already pearling from his tip, desperate to be inside of you. His shirt quickly followed his pants, ripping it over his head as his broad body caged yours under him, helping you to scoot back on the bed until your head hit the pillows, trailing kisses up and down your body the whole way.Â
As Joel kissed and nipped at your skin, you quickly shuffled off your top and bra, leaving you bare beneath him, moaning as his tongue flicked against each of your newly exposed pebbled nipples, grouping your breast and kneading the soft flesh in his palms.Â
Even though you had just came, you could already feel your cunt starting to clench around nothing, desperate to feel Joel inside of you, to stretch you out with his thick cock and fuck you until you couldnât think straight. But with the way your chest was heaving and breath shaking from your orgasm, you could barely muster out the words you wanted.Â
âJ-Joel, p-please, baby. P-please.âÂ
You snaked your hand between your bodies to reach for Joelâs cock, wrapping your fingers around his length and swiping your thumb over his leaking tip, a low groan rumbling in his chest as you stroked him, trying to guide him to slide between your legs and ease your ache.Â
Lowering his hips, you moved your hand and let his replace it, Joel pumping himself a few times before guiding his tip between your folds, collecting your slick to coat his cock, using every last ounce of self-control he had as his eyes locked with yours, wanting to see your face as he pushed inside you.Â
âPlease, what, darlinâ?â Joel teased, knowing damn well what you were begging for.Â
âNeed to feel you, Joel. Need you to put a baby in me.â You moaned, reaching up to grab his face, your palm rubbing against his stubble as your fingers tugged on the curls at the nape of his neck.Â
With one more pump, Joel lined himself up with your entrance, sliding into your heat, the sweet stretch and sting of his length making the breath hitch in the back of your throat, filling you up inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you with his tip just kissing your cervix.Â
Joel couldnât help but smirk as he watched your mouth fall open, parted lips letting a soft moan escape while your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head at the newfound sensation, giving you another moment to adjust before he began to slowly roll his hips, dragging his cock in and out of your core.Â
âChrist, baby girl, so wet and tight. Like this pussy was made just for me. Made for me to fuck ya full of me until itâs got no choice but to fuckinâ take.â Joel groaned, reaching down to grab your thighs, pinning your knees to your chest, stretching you open to take Joel even deeper, practically feeling him in your stomach with the position he had you in.Â
âJoel, oh my god- fuck, you feel so good. Fuck, baby. Want you to fill me up so bad.â You whimpered, Joel now beginning to pick up his pace as he thrust in and out of you, continually punching in that perfect spot over and over again, leaving your brain bordering on short circuiting.Â
Joelâs fingertips dug deeper into the flesh of your thighs, pushing your legs down just far enough to be chest to chest with you, the sweat dampened curls of his forehead brushing against yours as your mouths met in an electric kiss, catching each otherâs muffled moans with each snap of Joelâs hips.Â
âYeah, sweetheart? Want me to fill you up? Fuck a baby into you? Let everyone see what a pretty momma you are, carryinâ our kid?â Joel grunted, picturing you, months from now, belly round and tits swollen, pregnant with your baby, wondering how many youâd let him give you, because fuck, heâd keep knocking you up until he had nothing left to give.Â
Each push and pull of your bodies against each other felt more and more electric, an undeniable coil tightening in your stomach with the way Joel was pounding into you and the hairs at the base of his cock were brushing against your clit, already feeling yourself beginning to teeter on the brink of pleasure once again.Â
âYes, fuck, fuck- yes, Joel. I wanna have your baby. Want you to knock me up so I can make you a daddy. Please, baby, please.â You were all but sobbing at this point, your fingers digging into the tan and sweat sheened skin of Joelâs broad shoulders, overwhelmed by the lewd combinations of Joelâs heavy pants in your ear and wet squelching of your pussy as his pelvis flushed against yours repeatedly.Â
Joel could feel you beginning to tighten around him, pussy sucking him in with its warmth and wetness, ready to clamp around his cock and milk him for all he was worth.Â
âThatâs it, darlinâ, I know youâre close. Gotta cum for me first though, baby girl. Gotta feel ya soak me before I stuff ya so full of me, I swear tâgod, youâll be drippinâ outta me for days. So fuckinâ full that Iâll get you pregnant right now.â Joel groaned through gritted teeth, leaning back to reach and grab your leg, wrapping it around the small of his back before you lifted your other to join it, locking your ankles to keep him as close to you as possible.Â
âJoel, oh my god, fuck baby, fuck, Iâm gonna- fuckfuckfuck-âÂ
Suddenly, your orgasm was rushing through every inch of you, crying out as the pleasure hit you like a freight train, choking Joelâs cock with your pussy, unable to do anything but relish in the white hot bliss that had you nearly floating out of your own body.Â
While Joel would have kept fucking you until the sun went down, the truth was he was relieved to feel you cum, spending every second since your agreement in the kitchen trying to keep from finishing until he was balls deep inside you and you were soaking his cock as you reached your high. The realization that now was his chance to make good on his promise, to fill you up and fuck a baby into you, ignited something primal, feral, in him, pounding into you at a punishing pace as he could feel himself teetering on the brink of collapse right with you.Â
âThatâs my girl. Thatâs it, cum all over my cock, baby. Shit, Iâm gonna cum too, fuck- gonna fill this tight lil pussy up so goddamn much, give you a baby, make you a momma, oh fuck!âÂ
With one final stutter of his hips, Joel let out a strangled moan, flushing his hips against yours as he milked himself of every last drop, painting your warm, wet walls with hot ropes of his spend, making sure nothing went to waste.Â
He couldnât help but but press even further into you, plugging you with his length and fucking his cum as deep as he could into your cunt to make sure it took, collapsing on top of you with his cock still buried in your heat, letting your chests heave together in sync as you both caught your breath.Â
Joel was convinced he had never cum so much in his entire life, afraid that if he pulled out, that somehow heâd have more left to give, and sure as fuck wasnât going to risk letting anything coming out of him end up not inside of you.Â
Well, not until your muffled grunt rumbled beneath him.Â
 âJoel, baby, I love you but youâre kinda squishing me.â You huffed, giggling to yourself as you watched your husband come-to in real time out of his post-orgasmic state, immediately offering a half muttered apology as he rolled off you, sitting back on his knees to admire the shiny and slick mess between your legs.Â
âFuck meâŠâ Joel murmured to himself, eyes wide as he stared at your pussy- wet, puffy and soaking with your arousal, bringing his fingers to your spent hole as he watched a dribble of his cum begin to leak out. Gently scooping it up, he collected everything he could, pressing it back into your cunt before pulling his hand out. Crawling up the bed to lay next to you, Joel wrapped you up in his arms as the little spoon, peppering ticklish kisses over your back and shoulders, making you burst into laughter.Â
âJoel, stop! That tickles!â You squealed, squirming in his grasp, trying to defend yourself from his unrelenting attack of soft, plush lips and scratchy beard dancing across your skin.Â
âDonât laugh so damn hard, or all my hard workâs âbout to come out!â Joel teased, giving you a playful nudge, pulling you in even closer.Â
âStop making me laugh, then! Plus, I think you came enough to put quadruplets inside of me, so I think weâll be okay.â You snorted, Joel joining in on the laughter.Â
âBaby, I donât think Iâve ever came that hard in my whole goddamn life.â Joel sighed, shrugging as you rolled your head up to look at him and that stupid goofy grin he got whenever he couldnât contain his excitement about something. âGod, I love you.âÂ
âI love you too, Joel.âÂ
The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, Joel slowly bringing his arm to rest across your stomach, thumb slowly tracing careful circles on your skin.Â
âYouâre gonna make such a good mom. Iâm the luckiest man alive that you wanna have a family with me. Still not really sure what I ever did to deserve it.âÂ
âJoel! Youâre gonna make me cry! And this is before pregnancy hormones, ya jerk.â You tried to laugh, choking back the tears welling in your eyes.Â
âYeah, what a jerk, your husband tellinâ you how much he loves you.â He teased back, planting a long kiss on your temple, before pressing another one to your lips. Another wave of soft silence followed, watching Joelâs face scrunch in a calculated concentration. âHow big of a crib you think I gotta make? I donât know âbout a rockinâ chair, but a crib canât be that hard. I gotta measure the guest room tomorrow.âÂ
âHoney, I donât even know if Iâm pregnant yet, you donât need to have a crib built tomorrow.â You teased, laughing at Joel, despite the fact his mind was already thinking about a baby room and accessories had you melting.Â
âSweetheart, what did I say earlier? I ainât lettinâ you outta this bed âtill we know thereâs a baby in there.â He smirked, nodding at his hand still splayed across your stomach, âSo you better get comfortable, âcause if itâs up to me, there ainât a chance in hell weâre gettinâ anything but a positive pregnancy test at the end of this month, and we'll sure need that crib nine months from now. Never hurts to get a head start."
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â°â†hwang in-ho x wife!reader imagine
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Ë àŒâĄ you cherished your husband, your family, and the life you had created together. hwang in-ho was a man of contradictions, capable of immense love and devotion. he treated you with such care, as though you were the most precious thing in his world. his adoration was tangible in every gesture, every lingering glance. yet beneath that tenderness was a darkness you struggled to reconcile. this same man, who held your hand with precious affection, was also the masked overseer of the squid game, a series of merciless challenges where the desperate competed, often at the cost of their lives, for a staggering cash prize.
Ë àŒâĄ you could never truly fathom it. the man who pressed sweet kisses to your forehead at night was the same monster who orchestrated a spectacle of death and suffering. he claimed no pleasure in it, but the mere fact of his involvement unsettled you. the gleaming black mask, the command he held over every horrific detail, it was a world so far removed from the comfort of your home, yet it belonged to him all the same.
Ë àŒâĄ only once had he asked if you wished to attend, to see what he called âhis other life.â the question had terrified you to your core, your lips parting in silent dismay. you hadnât needed to answer. the way your expression shifted, the way fright and disapproval glared across your pallid face, was enough. he never brought it up again, never risked shattering the fragile balance he had created between his two identities.
Ë àŒâĄ you were a mother to a healthy three-year-old son, who filled your days with laughter and energy, and you were carrying another child, though you had yet to tell your husband. the news remained a quiet secret, one you turned over in your mind during the solitude of the evening. it wasnât fear of his reaction that kept you silent. hwang in-ho adored his family, there was no question of that, but the thought of bringing another life into the shadow of the games unsettled you.
Ë àŒâĄ you tried to focus on being the woman you wanted to be, a loving mother, a supportive partner. in many ways, you succeeded. you tucked your son in every night with whispered stories and soft lullabies, kept your home warm and welcoming, and met your husbandâs gaze with as much love as you could muster, even when doubts crept into the corners of your mind.
Ë àŒâĄ when your worries became too much to bear, he would sense it, always. he would take your hands in his, his voice calm, his tone measured. âthink of me as two men,â he would say, his words a plea for understanding. âthere is hwang in-ho, your husband, your partner, the father of our children. and then there is the front man, a role i play, a mask i wear.â
Ë àŒâĄ you wanted to believe him, to hold on to the idea that the man who kissed you tenderly each morning could be separate from the one who orchestrated so much pain. but no matter how you tried to comprehend it, there were nights when the thought of who he was beyond your shared walls kept you awake, your heart aching with questions you couldnât bring yourself to ask.
Ë àŒâĄ you tried with all your might to separate the two sides of the man you loved, the front man and your husband, hwang in-ho. but when he told you he wouldnât be able to contact you during this yearâs games, the delicate balance you had worked so hard to maintain crumbled. the weight of his words refused to settle, tearing at you, and you couldnât bring yourself to simply let it go.
Ë àŒâĄ âevery year, youâve managed to visit after the game for the day. whatâs different this time?â you asked, your voice trembling with desperation.
Ë àŒâĄ at first, he deflected, his tone dismissive as if your concerns were unwarranted. but as your worry grew, it became impossible for him to ignore. the strain in your expression, the way your voice cracked when you spoke, it was enough to wear him down. even your son had begun to notice, his small hands tugging at your sleeve, his innocent eyes filled with confusion at the tension that filled the air.
Ë àŒâĄ with a frustrated sigh, in-ho finally relented. his hand enveloped yours, warm and steady against your trembling fingers. âi will be there this year,â he admitted, his voice hushed and measured. âas a player.â
Ë àŒâĄ the words sent a chill through you, and your breath caught in your throat. âwhat? why?â you asked, your disbelief slicing through the tension.
Ë àŒâĄ his gaze locked onto yours. âthere is someone returning to the games this year,â he began, his tone careful. âa former player, a winner in fact. heâs likely to cause complications, and⊠i canât deny the intrigue of watching him. this year will be different. iâve decided to stay close by instead of observing from a distance.â
Ë àŒâĄ fury and agony surged within you, and your hands shook as you lightly struck his chest, the beating driven by hysteria. âyou idiot!â you yelled. âyou canât guarantee youâll be safe! have you even thought about your family? what about our son?â
Ë àŒâĄ he caught your wrist gently, his grip cautious, his face softening as he pulled you closer. âi will not be in danger,â he said, his voice calm but insistent. âi promise you that.â
Ë àŒâĄ still, his assurance wasnât enough. it didnât stop the knot in your stomach from tightening or the ache in your chest from growing far more intense. the words you spoke next tumbled out before you had a chance to think them through. âif thatâs true, then you wonât have any problem with me coming along!â
Ë àŒâĄ the declaration hung in the air, sharp and sudden. even you were startled by it, your heart pounding in your chest as the misery of your demand settled between you. fear and anger had driven you to say it, but now it was too late to take it back. you searched his face for a reaction, your pulse racing.
Ë àŒâĄ âdonât speak such nonsense again," he said firmly, his tone cutting through the tension in the room. "you have our son to think about. i am going, and iâll return in a week. this is final."
Ë àŒâĄ âno!â you shot back, the tremor in your voice betraying your growing panic. âif youâre going, then iâm coming with you. you told me itâs safe.â your eyes darted toward your son, who had long fallen asleep, blissfully unaware of the battle unfolding. a wave of guilt swept over you, tightening your throat. âhe can stay with the household staff for a week. do you think i could take care of him properly while iâm sick with worry about you?â
Ë àŒâĄ his brow furrowed, the sharp lines of irritation creasing his weary face. âyouâre being unreasonable,â he said, his voice hard, though it faltered slightly as he began pacing the room. each step was measured, purposeful, as though he were trying to walk away from the argument itself. âthis is dangerous enough without you there complicating things.â
Ë àŒâĄ âand youâre being infuriating,â you countered, your tone rising as desperation overtook your earlier composure. âdo you think Iâd forgive myself if something happened to you while i stayed here and did nothing? youâre asking too much of me.â your voice cracked, the weight of your despair spilling into the room.
Ë àŒâĄ the argument carried on into the late hour, a nightmare of clashing scorn and unresolved fears. he tried to dismiss you, to shut you down with reason, but you refused to back down. your agony, raw and untamed, eventually drove you to the brink. âif you go without me, iâll leave,â you said, the words spilling out before you could stop them. âiâll take our son, and iâll leave.â
Ë àŒâĄ the silence that followed was deafening. he froze, his gaze snapping to yours, searching your face for the truth. you hated the lie, the hollowness of your own threat, but it was all you had left. leaving him wasnât something you could ever do, but the thought of him walking into danger alone was unbearable.
Ë àŒâĄ he exhaled sharply, his shoulders sagging under the burden of his dilemma. âfine,â he said at last, his voice clipped and low. âif youâre coming, then there are conditions⊠rules that have to be carefully followed.â
Ë àŒâĄ your relief was immediate but short-lived as his words settled over you like a heavy cloak. âwhat conditions?â you asked, your voice softer now, cautious.
Ë àŒâĄ âweâll need to use false identities," he explained, his tone deliberate, each word chosen with care. "to everyone involved, weâre strangers. no one can know who we are, not even that weâre connected."
Ë àŒâĄ the practicality of his demand sent a shiver down your spine, even as you nodded in agreement. the idea of pretending he was nothing more than a stranger felt unnatural, wrong, but you couldnât argue. âi understand,â you murmured, though the knot in your stomach tightened with every passing second.
Ë àŒâĄ he didnât respond immediately, his gaze lingering on you as though considering whether you truly grasped what you were stepping into. when he finally looked away, you felt no sense of victory, only the forthcoming horror of what lay ahead.
Ë àŒâĄ the games were set to begin in exactly one week, and each passing day left you feeling more unsettled. every time your husband pulled you into his arms, the unease lingered beneath the surface, making it difficult to fully surrender to his warmth. though you tried to find comfort in his presence, the thought of what lay ahead clouded every shared moment.
Ë àŒâĄ you had entrusted your son to the most reliable and loyal members of the household staff, ensuring that he would be cared for in your absence. you also took great care to conceal any sign of your pregnancy. if in-ho discovered the truth, he would never allow you to join him, and staying behind was not an option you could accept.
Ë àŒâĄ he had laid out the plan with meticulous precision. the two of you would arrive after the chaos of the first game, red light, green light. as he explained it, a large portion of the participants would undoubtedly be eliminated once they grasped the deadly reality of the games. the aftermath of that horror would provide cover for your entrance, allowing you to integrate without raising suspicion.
Ë àŒâĄ your husband would take on the identity of player 001, an unassuming participant with no visible ties to you. your alias would be player 077, your stories carefully crafted to fit the narrative. his fabricated reason for joining the games was both haunting and ironic, he claimed he needed money for his pregnant wife. when he first told you this, a wave of panic washed over you, thinking he might have discovered your secret. but as you studied his expression, his calm demeanor revealed no hint of realization.
Ë àŒâĄ for your feigned story, he decided you would play the role of a young woman drowning in debt, struggling to pay off the burdens left behind by your late father. the lie felt strangely fitting, yet it unsettled you all the same. every detail he crafted for your cover seemed so calculated, so detached, it was as though he had rehearsed this for far longer than he let on. this game of life and death was nothing more than a facade for him.
Ë àŒâĄ you nodded along as he explained the plan, his voice unwavering. though the words were spoken with care, they failed to soothe the growing tension within you. each step of the plan felt cold, clinical, designed to strip away any sense of the life you shared outside these games. with every passing day, the distance between hwang in-ho, your husband, and the front man became more glaring, and you wondered if you could truly separate the two when it mattered most.
Ë àŒâĄ you knelt by your sonâs bedside, planting a soft kiss against his forehead. his small hand clung to your finger, and for a vanishing moment, you felt the crushing weight of guilt threaten to undo you. you whispered promises you werenât sure you could keep, telling him you would be back soon, that everything would be fine. as his breathing slowed in sleep, you lingered a minute longer, memorizing the curve of his face and the delicate skin of his tiny hand before slipping away with your husband.
Ë àŒâĄ the player uniforms were a tight, oppressive reminder of the role you had agreed to take on. the white and forest-green fabric felt rough against your skin, the stitched numbers, 001 on him, 077 on you, marking you both as part of this wicked charade. the air between you was dense with unspoken tension as you followed his lead into the heart of the games.
Ë àŒâĄ the aftermath of the first game hit you like a physical blow. scarlet-red blood smeared the walls, the metallic stench thick enough to taste. lifeless bodies were being dragged away by masked figures, their uniforms pristine against the carnage. your stomach churned violently, and you had to bite down hard to keep from retching. your husband walked ahead, his pace measured, his face a mask of icy detachment.
Ë àŒâĄ yet, even as he feigned indifference, you noticed the subtle tension p his clenched fists and the hard line of his jaw. no matter how disciplined and resolute he was, pretending you were a stranger clearly cost him some of his will power.
Ë àŒâĄ you entered the massive dormitory, a cavernous space where the remaining players huddled in groups, their expressions etched with terror and disbelief. the room was alive with murmurs, frantic whispers of confusion and distress as they tried to process what had happened. the realization of the deadly nature of the games hung over the crowd, suffocating and inescapable.
Ë àŒâĄ abruptly, a piercing voice broke through the calamity, commanding and filled with urgency. all eyes turned to player 456, a man whose presence seemed to dominate the room. his words were bold, calling for a vote in accordance with the consent clause, a chance for the players to decide whether they would continue or abandon the games. the idea rippled through the crowd, igniting faint glimmers of hope in some and deepening the despair in others.
Ë àŒâĄ your husband moved slightly, a subtle shift in his stance catching your attention. his gaze flicked toward you, so brief it was almost imperceptible. then, with deliberate movements, he traced a small circle on the back of his hand, an action so precise it disturbed you. he turned away before you could react, his focus now on the masked enforcers who were setting up the voting station.
Ë àŒâĄ it took you a moment to understand the message. he wanted you to vote in favor of continuing the games. the realization landed suddenly. you clenched your fists, your nails biting into your palms as you tried to steady yourself. the thought of condemning the remaining players to more death and suffering was unbearable, but you understood what his silent gesture meant. if the games ended now, everything he had planned, every risk he had taken, would amount to nothing.
Ë àŒâĄ the apprehension caused your chest to tighten further as the masked figures prepared the voting station, their movements mechanical and precise. the voices of the players rose, some pleading for an end, others arguing to stay. you felt your pulse quicken, the enormity of what you were about to do pressing down on you as you prepared to cast a vote that would decide not only the fate of the players but the course of your husbandâs dangerous mission.
a/n: the winner of the fanfiction vote, but i will definitely be writing for cho sang-woo as well! i hope you all enjoy reading! let me know if you have anymore requests! đ€
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All children raised religiously are being abused. They're sweet now but in thirty years see who's voting for Trump Jr or who ever the fuck.
ok let's talk about it. for context i've been working with children aged 2-6 in both school and home settings for almost 10 years and have met kids raised in basically every major religion in the world. I was personally raised completely agnostic.
religion is not inherently abuse. religion is a moral framework. All religions have the potential to become high-control groups or perpetuate abuse, and certain religions are more prone to those issues than others. that does not mean that teaching your child about the god you believe in is abusive. the abuse comes when your religion perpetuates a lack of choice, which, as I have already explained, most of the religious children i have worked with are not experiencing. Religion at such a young age is often primarily about stories, which preschool aged children LOVE. The bible functions similarly to, say, a my little pony episode to these children, in the sense that it's a fun story they get to experience which teaches them an age-appropriate moral lesson at the end. (and by and large, these kids are only getting the age-appropriate stories and lessons. I do not know any evangelical children who are being taught about the rapture and i don't condone that kind of fear tactic, but again, that's not what's being discussed here. we're talking about RELIGION, not high-control groups that happen to use god as a mechanism to perpetuate their abuse.)
in that same vein, religion in preschool aged children largely functions as a moral framework, which, in certain situations, can genuinely be very helpful. the christian and muslim children I have worked with especially are very often the ones that are the best at resolving conflict. they understand the concept of "treat others the way you want to be treated" and they're able to articulate it to their peers at an age where their morality is still developing and children often think in very black and white, self-centered ways. With rituals like prayer, church, etc, at such a young age they tend to consider them bonding activities. they have friends at their church or temple. their entire family prays together in the same way an agnostic family may enjoy a family dinner. again, I'm not denying that these rituals have the potential to be used to control or abuse, but they are not INHERENTLY abusive. they're normal. religion is a normal part of life for a VERY large percent of the population. telling your two year old about heaven isn't inherently going to strike the fear of god into their heart. more likely it's going to make them tell their babysitter, very earnestly, that when they go to heaven they're going to bring their legos so that we can all play legos together in heaven.
it is very likely that you, personally, have people in your life who are privately religious and you never even knew, because religion is not inherently a public statement of identity nor is it necessarily conducive to fringe or radical beliefs. it is a part of the human experience. you need to learn to be normal about religion.
#did not think i would be taking a hard stance on religion on my ART BLOG today but here we are. please be normal#asks
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cw/tags: househusband!nanami, fluff, smut, fem!reader
â oh househusband!nanami my loveâŠ
househusband!nanami initially resisted the idea of being a stay at home husband when you first proposed it. aghast, he might even say. he couldnât fathom the possibility of being dependent upon your income. not that his masculinity was threatened or anything of the sort. you were the one supposed to be spoiled while he does the hard work.
your husband was traditional in a quite endearing sense. bless his giant heart and his even bigger cock.
âdarling, i want to do this. for us,â you had gently insisted. reaching forward, you took off his spectacles and brushed a hand around his cheek. âyou deserve to be pampered, too.â
househusband!nanami was exhausted from the long hours over many years and he knew his wife was sorely aware of that fact. he leaned into your touch, hazel eyes slipping shut.
âalright, my love.â
it took some adjusting to his new role during the first few days. when your alarm rang, you swiftly silenced it so he wouldnât wake up. looking over your shoulder, you find his side of the bed empty.
househusband!nanami had gotten dressed as usual before remembering he didnât need to work anymore. instead of going back to bed, he whipped up a breakfast feast fit for a queen. he also sent you off to your big-shot job with a kiss and your lunch.
soon enough, this became a routine. a hearty breakfast followed by a âsee you laterâ kissâkento didnât like saying goodbye, itâs always âsee you later.â househusband!nanami wanted to bring a smile to your hectic days so he stuck an adorable note in his neat handwriting squarely on your lunchbox. he never ran out of words to express his love for you.
househusband!nanami was finally able to tackle the books that had accumulated on his side of the bedroom but never had the chance to read. you could only imagine how he looked like, all cozy. in the nook of the living room where the sun shone best, he had one leg tucked under his body with his glasses perched on his sharp nose.
when he was not devouring words, househusband!nanami was taking himself on a stroll in the neighbourhood with a cup of a pick-me-up coffee. once, he passed a park and sat at a bench watching the mothers playing with their children with a soft smile. however, he quickly walked away because he realized his presence as a sole man just lingering at the edge of the park might be a cause of concern for the mothers. you giggled later over dinner when he recounted his thoughts to you. what a thoughtful man you married.
you wanted to give him 10 children.
if not books or a stroll in the neighbourhood, househusband!nanami was doing his duty ever so happily between your legs.
"k-ken..." you whimpered, back arching gracefully while your nails scraped his undercut in a way that made him growl into your pussy. he knew how much you loved the vibrations as much as he went crazy for your nails on his scalp. "missed this pussy today....mmm...â he captured your clit in a wet, hungry kiss. âtake tomorrow off for me, sweetheart.â
this part of the night quickly cemented its spot as his favourite. to absolutely neither of your surprises.
househusband!nanami became fast friends with the owners of your favourite bakery. they already knew him from his frequent visits after his long shifts to pick up something sweet for his wife but the more he hung out there, the closer he got with the bakers. you were particularly fond of the strawberry shortcake from there and what did he do? oh yes, he learned how to make it. everything was from scratch down to the syrup. by the end of it he was sticky but super excited to surprise you with it for your birthday.
"honey, those better be happy tears," he chuckled, drawing you into a tender hug. either that, or the cake turned out to be a disaster.
"of course they are, kento!" you blubbered in his chest. strawberry syrup and whipped cream was smeared around your mouth, mixing with your tears.
oh, how you adored this man to his bare bones. and he devotedly breathed in the very air you exhaled.
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Pocket Money | Lance Stroll x Reader
Summary: Since the start of the relationship, fans have been convinced you're only with Lance for his money. When he mentions your future in an interview, they accuse you of trying to baby trap him.
Warnings: Swearing. Angst but mostly just for sadness. Hateful fans.
Female reader with various facelaims. Pics found on Pinterest.
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YourUserName lovely london was kind enough to be sunny for me this weekend đŹđ§
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chloestroll iâm still so jealous that you didnât take me
â YourUserName yes but if i had, iâd have spent the entire time trying to stop you from running off with a brit. i doubt scotty would appreciate that
â scottyjames31 do NOT let her run off with a british man
â YourUserName make sure you behave yourself then
User1 oh, so sheâs on yet another holiday funded by her sweet, naive boyfriend who canât tell heâs with a gold digger
User2 thatâs it sweetheart. post pics of your trip that your boyfriend undoubtedly paid for whilst heâs busy racing all weekend without your support
User3 sheâs quite possibly the worst wag. give the role to someone who would enjoy being there
â User4 itâs not a fucking role, sweetheart. being someoneâs fiancĂ©e is not a role you play, and i think y/n happens to do an amazing âpartâ
danielricciardo bring me back some crunchies
â YourUserName no, i got into trouble last time. your trainer told me that youâre not allowed them
â danielricciardo boo, you whore
User5 so sheâs on yet another weekend away in london the same weekend that lance is racing in jeddah? can she make it anymore obvious that she doesnât support him?
â User6 her job means she has to travel a lot - just like lance - so unfortunately she cannot follow him around the world
â User7 you tell âem, honey. y/n is a successful businesswoman but everyone seems to forget that? she makes every race when she can but sometimes she canât get out of work
â User8 at the end of the day, their relationship is none of our business
astonmartinf1 missing your face in the paddock this weekend
â YourUserName i miss you too! although i bet nando is enjoying the peace and quiet
â astonmartinf1 can neither confirm nor deny but he did mention something about yapping
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User9 this is so cute. the way his whole face lights up when heâs asked about/talks about her
User10 not lance revealing that y/n would run away and marry him just to call him her husband
â User11 yes! but heâs so dedicated to giving her the wedding she wanted since she was a child. these two have my whole entire heart đ„°
User12 ugh, where can i get a lance stroll? the way he loves his fiancee đ and not him being desperate to have babies with her
User13 so is this confirmation that y/n is pregnant? like, if he wants a baby in a year, then..?
â User14 wouldnât surprise me. if they get married, he can still make her sign a prenup and divorce her without a worry, but a baby would tie him to her for life so she can continue to spend his money
â User15 okay but iâm with you on this. itâs the best way to ensure she can keep him around in some way because letâs be honest, their relationship doesnât seem the best
â User9 what the fuck is wrong with you two. where in that entire interview were you getting the impression their relationship is on the rocks? heâs literally planning an entire life with her???
â User15 yeah and where is she? unbothered in london. sheâs only with him for the money and thatâs the only reason why theyâre engaged.
â User13 theyâre engaged because they love each other! heâs also the one who said he wants her to have his children so he can keep her home????
â User14 no theyâre engaged because for some reason, heâs infatuated with her and sheâs only using him, and sheâs clearly tricked him into wanting children without realising thatâs further entrapment
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YourBrother when sprout takes time out of her busy life to visit, Nonna cooks a whole feast (can you tell who the favourite is) tagged: YourUserName
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YourCousin the only reason we look forward to y/n coming home is because nonna feeds us GOOD
â YourCousin2 agreed, nothing to do with us missing y/n at all
â YourUserName this is why i left đđ
User1 anyone else find it odd that sheâs in a different country again on race weekend? i mean, i know her and lance were still a couple last month but iâm starting to wonder if thatâs changed
â User2 sheâs also not been active on socials despite that being part of her job description?
â User3 can you blame her when everyone constantly hates on her
â User4 being on media isnât part of her job, she just liked to share her adventures with us and some of you arseholes ruined that.
User5 oh my gosh, her parents are so cute together. i want to be like that when iâm older
â User6 and her brother and SIL curled up in the chair together. this family really do produce the cutest couples
â User7 looks like the only absent spouse is lance :(
â User8 um because heâs currently in china? he has more important things to be doing??
User9 i love that her brother's first idea to cheer her up is to give her beer
â User10 well, at least we know sheâs not pregnant currently
â User11 thank god. we know lance is free from her in that aspect
â User9 seriously? making these comments on twitter wasn't bad enough, you people are actually commenting on her BROTHERâs instagram
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astonmartinf1 our first race back in shanghai sees a p7 finish for fernando with the fastest lap. lance comes home in p15 after contact earlier in the race
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User12 literally give the seat to anyone other than lance stroll please
User13 can we all stop hating on lance, please? it was an accident, they happen
User14 not him blaming danny ric. sweetie, the car has brakes for a reason
User15 danny ric was fuming but also seemed like he was trying not to be
â User16 no literally. it was like he was trying not to say something but in one interview slipped up and said that lance has been really distracted due to issues at home
â User17 i saw that! and the way he ran away after like âoo the team is calling meâ
â User18 are we smelling a breakup?
User19 i personally think lance stroll shouldnât be in f1 but can we take a moment to think that whilst it was really bad driving, heâs not been himself lately? he looks really sad in all the media things
â User20 literally, like heâs constantly coming under hate for his fiancĂ©e, and then she hasnât been to any races recently and heâs not talked about wedding planning once. this is the man who was telling everyone about his wedding even if they didnât ask
â User1 maybe he realised that his girlfriend was a gold digging bitch
â User2 literally. he talked about having children with her and then realised that meant sheâd never leave
â User3 you people are actually crazy. how do you turn a man talking about wanting children into the woman he loves trying to baby trap him? y/n has never talked about wanting kids
â User4 this. like i definitely think theyâve broken up but for all we know, it could be that lance was talking about children and y/n realised she wasnât ready/didnât want them.
User5 canât believe people are still running the baby narrative. we know nothing about their relationship because theyâre quite a private couple - and after this, we can see why - and yet people have somehow created a whole drama about babies from nothing
User6 i know lance is one of the more private f1 drivers but i really think he needs to comment on this? the amount of hate y/n is getting is insane and shouldnât be ignored
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BestFriend iâm looking for a woman in finance, trust fund
â YourUserName you know youâre welcome to my trust fund anytime
â BestFriend the best sugar mommy iâve ever had
YourBrother congratulations on your promotion, shithead. one step away from ceo!
User7 wait why did no one tell me she was running a company?
â User8 babe, weâve been telling you bitches this from the start! but none of you listened
chloestroll congratulations, business barbie đ
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â User3 so chloe is still here? does that mean weâre still getting a wedding
â User9 idk. lance isnât in the likes..?
â User10 @ chloestroll please tell us what you know. Some of us are rooting for them to end up together
User11 so she goes radio silent for three months just to come back and pretend like she has a job? nothing about the man she supposedly loves?
â User12 seems shady to me. you got caught out for being a gold digger so now youâre going to act like you actually go to work?
â User13 i really hate people like you
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Hi!! I saw your requests are open for fluff and I love your writing and have an idea currently plaguing my mind if you are interested (but no worries if not!) đ©”
Thereâs this girl on tiktok who does rejection therapy where she makes little requests to strangers with the expectation of being denied, but sometimes the outcome is super sweet. I think it would be cute for a kinda shy reader to be doing rejection therapy and ask Spencer (or any of the BAU) to like play rock paper scissors or hold their badge or something with the expectation of being rejected, only to be pleasantly surprised when she isnât rejected
Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader Trope: Fluff! Just fluff w.c: 1.33k A/N: Slowly defrosting my request box purely for fluff. I do feel a bit rusty in writing again, it's a muscle I've forgotten to exercise on the daily. I am no chess player so I honestly don't know how to write a game. Anon, I hope this still lives up to your imagination! Main masterlist
Intermezzo. // Spencer Reid
Hushed adult chatter and boisterous childrenâs laughter filled the greening park, once cold and barren from the winter past. The sun, as if still shy to take center stage, peeked behind a cloud of white curtains. Vibrant hues of picnic blankets scattered all over the green grass, books and wicker baskets keeping them from going with the windy breeze.Â
Over the past few weeks, youâve gotten comfortable in the new city you now call home. Bringing the tumbler of coffee against your moistened lips, the corners of your mouth lifted to form a soft smile, marveling from how far youâve come. This city now contained your coffee shop down the block, your bookstore tucked between alleyways, and your park nestled in the middle of the bustling city.Â
Your therapist was excited for this new chapter of your life, coaxing you to take baby steps away from your cocoon and enjoy what it had to offer. Filled with slight trepidation a few weeks ago, you sat on the exact same bench, back rod straight and hands wringing from the unknown when a group of men, ages of all varying degrees, had caught your eye. They were gathered under the shade from two great trees, seated and hunched over, playing various states of chess.
Fascinating.
They kept to themselves, something you could relate to. As Saturdays and Sundays passed on, you found yourself wondering why there seemed to be no women or any newcomers, to be exact, that join in the fray. Do people not feel the draw? Is it only you who found them intriguing?
Movement caught the corner of your eye.
A new face walking towards the gaggle of menâor to be exact, hobbling towards with crutches under his armpits, to an unoccupied chess table. His eyes scanning along the throng of players before briefly looking down and tapping his uninjured foot to an inconspicuous beat.
You observed him with fascination and anticipation, wanting to see if any of the usual faces would join in on his table, allowing him to be absorbed into the otherwise impenetrable group.
Five minutes.
Then ten, the seat in front of him remained empty.Â
You briefly wondered if you could do itâyou werenât after all bad at chess, being a past player in high school. Not that you won more than three competitions, joining the team was purely an excuse for extra credits and to get out of physical education.Â
Could you do it?
Could you walk up to a complete male stranger and ask for a game?
Could you take the rejection that may come with it?
Gnawing on your lip, you found yourself moving closer and closer, steps quiet and hesitant but each shuffle ringing in your ear. His eyes, feeling the change in the wind and your upcoming presence, met yoursâboth wide-eyed and unsure.
He seemed to be just like you, a doe-eyed deer stepping out of their hiding for predators lying in the wait. A gust of breath escaped your lips, a measly amount of strength returning to your tightly strung body.
âH-hi,â you whispered.Â
He blinked before clearing his throat. âHi, how can Iââ his gaze tracking the path of your gaze, the opposite black pieces on the chess board. âDo you, do you want to play?â
You timidly smiled. âIf youâd have me, yes.âÂ
âYes,â a smile forming on his face, hands fighting to push the wayward curls behind his pinking ears. âOf course, please.âÂ
Gingerly seating on the marbled seat, you muttered a âthank youâ under your breath, one you were sure he didnât hear.
No words were exchanged further as he moved his white pieces with grace. It was a complete contrast to yours, rusty and unsure even to that moment as to what you were actually doing seating in front of a chess genius. That was who he was, you realized, as he ate another of your pawn. Perhaps this was why no one dared to occupy the seat. He was no outsider or meek prey, he was the king (or prince) and the predators of all chess enthusiasts in the group.
You could feel the heat from the gazes of the spectators, other tables long abandoned to view and scrutinize the eventual downfall of the challenger. Whispers of strategies under their breaths and shakes of their head as they predict the next thirty-seventh move.Â
Briefly you wondered if you should just call it quits, wanting to hide from the pressure. But isnât this a prime opportunity to take further steps away from your comfort zone? Isnât that was your therapist would have wanted? Perhaps, you were expecting rejection in the beginning and now that you were in the thick of it, you wished that it had come instead. The sweet ânoâ from his handsome strangerâs lips rather than feeling your nerves fray from the trap laid in front of youâa pawn in perfect position to take his queen on c1.Â
âWould you like to take a break?â he asked, expecting his voice to be filled with mockery and superiority, but rather was coated with the sweet, worrying tone youâd expect from a doting grandmother.Â
Shaking your head no, moving your king away from endangermentâg8 to h7.Â
Your opponent smiled before quickly taking his turn with a pawn.Â
The game continued on in such manner, give and take, between two strangers turned opponents. You could feel the end coming as his moves further stalled, now requiring the handsome stranger to assess the remaining pieces on the board to his gain. In turn, you studied him.Â
The ends of his hair brushing against the middle of his long neck. Itsâ roots sticking to his forehead, shiny from perspiration. Sleeves of his button down haphazardly folded to expose his forearm and one subtle vein that disappears and appears as he moves. You doubted he was any older but the underlying confidence brimming underneath his humility made you think heâd been exposed to the underbelly of the world, long before you did.Â
Seven moves later, he flashed you another smileâbigger and more joyous than youâve seen. âDraw.â
The spectators stilled into silence. A rarity, one of the older gentlemen whispered under their breath before everyone brought into an applause.Â
It happened in a flash causing breath to be caught in your throat. Youâve done it. The game was over. Youâve gone above and beyond from what your therapist had asked you to doâher ârejection therapyâ leading you to an unknown you couldnât wait to explain.
âGood game,â he breathed out.
You nodded, watching as his right hand reached out in between, casting a shadow on his knocked over king. âOhââ lifting your hands in front of you to act as a barrier. âIâm not much of aâthe number of pathogens passed during a handshakeââ
âIs staggering. Itâs actually safer to kiss,â he continued on before chuckling to himself, hand still extended out regardless of the trivia being shared between you two. âNot that Iâm saying we should but yeah, Iâm not much of a âhandshake-râ myself.âÂ
Giggling, you slowly reached for his awaiting hand, giving him a way out before both palms met and fingers locked around it.Â
It was warm, like the sun that was no longer hiding behind the curtain of clouds, like a tumbler of freshly brewed coffee made by your favorite barista.Â
âIâm Spencer. Spencer Reid.â
Your cheeks heated. âNice to meet you, Spencer Reid. Iâm Y/N.â
Hands still firmly connected across the chess game long forgotten, both of you seemingly unwilling to let go of the physical connection.
He cleared his throat. âWould you like to play again sometime?â
âIf youâd have me again, yes.â Briefly biting your lip before taking another brave step, creating another ârejection therapyâ moment. âOr we could have coffee or tea sometime?â
You waited with bated breath.Â
The corners of his eyes crinkled and another breathtaking smile painted his face.
âIâd like that. Iâd really like that.âÂ
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Jurassic Park AU: Divorced Wife!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader
Tags/warnings: angst, fluff, divorce, rawr
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A back story about how it all ended.
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" 'S okay," your daughter mumbled, playing another dinosaur figurine Natasha bought for her. "It's mommy you need to be talking to though, mom."
"I know dino." She then placed a kiss on Shane's temple as she trailed behind you, pushing the stroller of your youngest.
Shane was 6 when you and Natasha divorced and your youngest, Ashana was just months old. As funny as it sounds she always has been choosing dinosaurs over you, the last straw was when you gave birth to Ashana, she wasn't there because the hybrid dinosaur they experimented was also laying eggs, giving birth to some shelled dinosaurs. When she went back home, she didn't see any sign of you and your first born, all your clothes and personal stuff was gone.
She filed for a leave for 1 year straight, no questions, to find you and fix what she broke. But upon knowing you were in your parents house, days after you disappeared from your shared home that's when she knew you gave birth. She cried to your parents, kneeling in front of them, apologizing over and over. Begging to see you and her children but she was only able to see Shane. You told your mother that you won't let her see Ashana until she turns 1 month old.
Natasha went back to her lab, lashing out. "This is your fucking fault!" She cried, hands banging on the eggs of the hybrid dinosaur she had to watch over instead of your family. All of a sudden, one egg cracked a baby dinosaur peeking out of the shell. Without waiting, she opened the incubator and gently took the baby dinosaur, bringing it to its mother. Natasha sniffed, watching as the mother caressed her baby. The image of you and the kids flashed before her eyesâshe has to fix her family.
Natasha has been nothing but respectful and patient. She doesn't know when she will see you or your newborn but she is grateful already that your parents still allowed her to see Shane and be accepted in your home. She would always visit, driving 2 hours back and forth, hoping that it was you opening the door for her. She could only spend time with Shane and she would always ask her about you.
"How is mommy doing?"
"Mommy not eating and she is crying always, always sad. When will we comeback home, mom?"
"Soon, baby. Okay? Soon."
When Natasha knew about it she made sure to bring you your favorite take outs whenever she visits, which is everyday. It varies, she would ask Shane what you're craving for and Shane would tell her.
"Ice-cream sandwich!" Shane shouted.
"Are you sure it's what mommy wants? Or it's what you want?" Natasha asked her daughter teasingly, her daughter could only cover her face in embarrassment.
Natasha never failed to ask what your youngest daughter would need but your mom would reassure her that everything is covered by them, so she would just bring her little dinosaur toys. She makes sure to bring food for the entire family as well. She would also leave a letter on your food before your daughter or your mom takes the food to bring it to you.
"Hi detka, I miss you. I love you."
"How's mama dino and baby dino doing?"
"I will take sister dino out, is there anything you want mama dino?"
"I miss you, detka. Please, I want to see you and our baby."
"Hi baby, I had a rough day )): I miss you, rawr."
"Baby this is a toy set dinosaur family I had ask to be customized. It's you, Shane, Ashana and me <3 rawr."
The day came, Ashana is finally 1 month old. Your father was just slowly coming downstairs but Natasha already saw the thick white cloth he was carryingâshe started tearing up. When your father handed her Ashana, Natasha sobbed, cooing and mumbling sweet words to your youngest. She has Natasha's hair and nose, the eyes and her skin are yours.
"Wh-where's Y/N?" Natasha asked your father, wiping the tears out of her face.
"I'm afraid you will not see her for a while now." Natasha frowned, it has been a month since she saw you. And it was in your home when she left you alone in your bed during your sleep since there was an emergency in the lab. But what she didn't know is that you would go to labor and give birth to Ashana on that very same day.
"No. It'sâŠit's been a month, sir. I need to see her, we need to get back home. I need her." Your mother took Ashana from her arms and then your father handed her a piece of manila envelope.
"No, no, no. I will not sign this, sir." Natasha tried not to choke and compose herself. She stood leveling your father. "Please, let me see her." She started getting hysterical, wanting to go upstairs and see you but your father quickly blocked her way. "Y/N! Baby! Please talk to me!" Your father took a hold of Natasha's strength. She has no shame crying in your father's grasp, she wasn't able to control herself and pushed your father out of her way but he quickly grabbed her by her arm.
"She needed you too, Natasha. But where were you? Sign the papers and you will see her. If not, you will not see them ever again." Your father firmly threatened Natasha. A tear fell down her cheek, nodding defeatedlyâshe will not risk not seeing you and the kids. She will give this one to you now if that's what you want, but she will win you back.
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I am ash from your fire
Summary: Eris retires after a long night to find his mate, the princess of the night court, in his chambers upset.
Authorâs note: Rhys is a jackass in this one. Honestly this was supposed to be Eris comforting reader but idk how it flipped at some point and sometimes you just gotta go with where the story takes you đ€·đŒââïž also Iâm headcannoning that Eris reads anything and everything he can get his hands on
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Eris feels his shoulders sag ever so slightly, allowing the formalities of his stature to soften slightly as he moves further into his private chambers.
The only place in the Forest House he can at least somewhat relax. The hues of brown coating the walls, the paintings of hounds and forests covering the walls have been a comfort since his youth.
It was one of the few places Beron never entered. The High Lord would never sully himself by entering into his childrenâs chambers. No, heâd have word sent to them so they can come to him.
Eris walks towards the bookshelves, long fingers softly gliding over the edges of the leather bindings. His personal library was extensive - books of maps, histories, biographies, all subjects expected of a first-born heir. But also books of poetry, fantasy, and intrigue.
Eris was always a voracious reader, that need for escapism a constant in his life. His hands move on their own accord, searching for something to lose himself in when his ears perk up at a noise in his bedchambers. Unsheathing a dagger from his hip, he moves towards the room, seeing a shadow of movement underneath the door.
He reaches the door, slowly moving his hand to the handle. Once itâs in his hand, he turns it quickly, throwing open the door and pouncing on top of the person in his chambers.
His dagger is held at their throat, determined to find out who sent the risk before disposing of them. A laugh bursts out from under him, his dagger so close to their throat it knicks their throat at their laughs.
âThatâs one way to say hello.â
His grip on the dagger falters momentarily, the sweet sounds of his mateâs voice causing him to loosen his hold. He pulls the dagger back, sheathing it back into his pants.
He brushes the hair from your face, taking in your amused look, his other hand going to inspect the slight knick on your throat.
âMy precious fox.â
The nickname rolls off his tongue, his senses on high alert at your unexpected presence. He can sense something is off with you, and his eyes roam your body for injury.
Coming up short of any injuries sans the knick he just gave you, he sits on his haunches, grabbing your hands, helping you to sit up. You sit on your legs, keeping a tight hold on Erisâs hands, playing with his fingers.
You pull off one of his rings, sliding it on and off your own fingers, the warm metal soothing your cold hands.
He watches you for a moment, watches your fingers play with the rings he wears every day. Heâs never understood your fascination with them, a nervous habit perhaps. He watches as you move the gold ring onto your thumb before pulling you into his arms. The feel of you settles him, and he can finally breathe deeply for the first time in weeks.
He holds you, pressing his face into the side of your neck, breathing in the scent of your hair. He pours what love and devotion he can down the bond, enjoying your presence before he can bring himself to ask why youâre here.
The two of you usually meet in his private cabin, miles and miles from the cruelties of the Forest House. He canât recall if youâve ever even been in his private chambers.
You pull back from him, shuffling around so you can sit in between his legs, back pressed to his chest. You know you have to tell him why youâre here, but you canât look at him while you do it.
Youâre not sure what youâll find from him as you recount your tale.
You take in a breath, deciding to tell him what happened instead of letting him wait.
âRhys found one of your letters,â you say, not able to look at him. âI was called away while I was reading one of them. It was foolish - I always hide them before leaving my room.â
Something warms in Erisâs chest at the thought of you, courts away from him, pouring over every word in the letters full of love youâd exchange between each other.
Much like he did every night.
âWe got into a big fight, and he uh-â
Eris watches the tear slip out, sliding down your face.
âHe told me I was no sister of his.â
Eris canât help the snarl that comes from him, and you gingerly place a hand on his thigh, a motion he knows is grounding the both of you.
âWhat did his little lackeys have to say?â He spits out, unable to hide his contempt for them as he asks.
His dislike of Cassian and Azriel was no secret, but it took you a long time to coax out of him what about them he disliked.
âTruthfully, I found out how Illyrians treated females and it left a foul taste in my mouth,â he had told you once. It was all you could coax out of him, and perhaps thatâs all there was to it.
At his core, Eris defined males by how they treated the females in their lives. Perhaps he assumed that Cassian and Azriel were the same as the other Illyrians and did not want to press further.
âThey uh werenât there,â you reply, âno one else was there. Perhaps he sent them all away so he could throw a fit.â
You laugh a little, thinking of just how red Rhysandâs face had gotten during your fight. You feel Erisâs head lay against your own, his fingers tangling into the strands of your hair.
âHe was yelling, screaming about how I was defiling the family name by being with a Vanserra.â You sigh. âThen he began screeching about how youâre awful, youâre terrible, and âwhat about Morâ and blah blah blah.â
âHowâd you respond?â Eris asks, hands idly moving to hold onto yours in a soft grasp.
âI told him to ask Mor about what actually happened that day.â
He hums, allowing you to absentmindedly play with his fingers as you speak.
âHe said that Mor would never lie to him. That she would never lie to any of us.â You blow out a breath, âthen he said I had been cursed by the Mother to be mated to you.â
Eris knew the words were not your own, but the sound of them on your lips still stung deep in his chest.
âThatâs when I told him to fuck off.â
Eris looks down at you as you peer back up at him, adoration, love, and a hint of sadness shines onto you through his gaze.
âWe fought back and forth for a while after that. Then, after realizing I wasnât giving up so easily, he gave me a choice.â
âMy family name, my title, my claim to the throne, or you.â
Erisâs grip tightens. You two had spoken about what the worst outcomes would be if you were found out. Neither of you had ever expected Rhys to disown you.
Rhysand, who adored his little sister more than anything. Rhysand, who insisted you were an integral part of his life. Rhysand, who constantly ensured you were safe and happy.
He threw all that away the second he said you would never give up your tiara collection for Eris.
âOh, my little fox.â
He peers down at you, your eyes wide as you peer up at him, your face upside down.
He knew heâd never get to love you wholly, unabashedly, publicly. He always knew something would come between you. He lets his gaze linger, memorizing the slope of your nose, the curve of your cheeks. His fingers move and, without his prompting, they start gliding across your face. They move as if he were studying it, preparing himself to have to recognize you in blindness.
To only see you in the darkest hour of the night, when his fingers can retrace these patterns, and pretend youâre next to him again.
He could, he thinks. Heâd recognize you anywhere. His breath is shaky, knowing he will have to wait until you two are gone from this world to be together.
He would spend the entirety of his afterlife searching for you, in whatever form you took. If you were nothing more than stardust, a gentle whisper on the wind every Starfall, his flame would burn higher that day, reaching out for you one last time.
He resigns himself to these last few minutes with you, but he doesnât feel the despair in his heart mirrored in your own.
You feel hopeful. You feel open.
He canât ask, but you know he needs to hear it.
âI am no longer the Princess of the Night Court.â
Hot tears pour down his face, and he struggles to keep his mouth closed to keep from gasping at your decision. A tear falls onto your face beneath his, splashing across your cheek.
âI am officially without a name, without a home, and with no title,â your voice full of more determination than Eris could imagine, âI humbly ask if you could provide these things for me.â
A strangled sob breaks from him, and you twist in his arms to hold him. Surprise takes over your face, utter shock cascading through the bond before you can stop it.
Eris Vanserra, heir to the Autumn Court, a master of masks and facades, always playing the sly courtier three steps ahead. Never in all the years have you known him have you ever seen him so emotional.
Eris looks to the ceiling as you throw your arms around him, embracing him tightly. The heat from his hands was clawing at your back, but it didnât burn.
You shushed him as he continued crying into your hair, the sight of him becoming undone such a shock to your system.
âI apologize, my love, deeply and truly.â
His hands stay on you, every inch of you needing to make that contact with him.
For so long, his life revolved around choices he was not privy to, choices that were not his. He was a pawn in an ever tiring game, one he was trying to make his way out of.
He presses you into him, unable to believe that someone, anyone, especially you, would choose him.
You chose him. You chose him the day the bond had snapped, and you chose him now, when everything was on the line for you.
He knew that he would make the same choice, putting everything on the line for you, preparing to finally take down Beron.
âI choose you too.â
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f!reader x yunho smut | mdni 2.7k it's halloween night and your sweet golden retriever boyfriend wants to have a little harmless fun link + nsfw tags under the cut
#17: mask kink + outdoor + primal play (twt pârnlink) sweet bf!yunho, also ghostface!yunho, also big cock!yunho, knife play (not cutting skin only clothes, no blood), fear play (chasing through the woods + threats), degradation (slut, whore), outdoor/semi public setting (a deserted park at night), nipple play, spanking, backshots, unprotected sex ("im not angry, im disappointed"), creampie, implied aftercare (because when the mask's off he's your sweet lovey dovey bf âĄ)
a/n: im back again on my bs. did you miss me? enjoy <3
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Halloween was your favorite holiday. There was something so fun in everyone dressing up and acting silly for a night. Every year you volunteered to take the kids of your small town trick or treating. You always liked bringing them fun memories. And halloween was just that much more fun when you looked at it through the eyes of a kid.Â
This year wasnât any different. Only this time your boyfriend tagged along with you. Which was a blessing in itself because the group of children was going to be more manageable with another set of hands on deck and another pair of vigilant eyes.
You adjusted the red hood over your head and pulled on the thigh high tights to bring them as high as possible, concealing the lace under your knee length skirt. It wasnât freezing cold outside but still pretty chilly as the night was falling over the small town.
âThank you for helping me,â you said to your boyfriend as you hoped in his car and headed to the local school where the parents had gathered the small group of children to take out trick or treating.Â
âNo worries;â Yunho said, smiling in your direction as he pulled into the parking lot. âSorry for the costume. I only had time to pick up that maskâ He pulled out the ghost face mask from the backseat. And pointed at the rest of the ensemble that consisted of a black hoodie with a black leather jacket thrown over it and a pair of ripped jeans. âThatâs all I gotâ he said scratching the back of his neck, his lips pulling into an adorable, reserved smile.
âOh no problem!â you said hurriedly, throwing your back pack on your shoulder, the modern item contrasted greatly with the medieval red riding hood costume. âSorry it was on such short noticeâ And Yunho took your hand before you had the chance to open the car door.
âIâm just glad to spend time with you, reallyâ he smiled at you adorably, his eyes turning into crescents. Even though youâd only been dating for a few months you felt very comfortable with him. Mainly because he was very sweet and gentle. So much so that initially you thought it was all an act to get into your pants, given how good looking Yunho was you knew he surely didn't have to do all of this âwhite knight in shining armor actâ to get sexual attention. Unfortunately you fell for the lies and deceptions of others before and ended up getting ghosted after a night of at best mediocre sex. But Yunho was different. He never pressured you into anything and then when you finally caved into your desire for him⊠well it was gentle. He paid attention to your cues, made sure you enjoyed yourself and he made you feel safe, loved and good, very good.
âDonât you think itâll scare the kids though?â he said, placing the mask over his handsome face.Â
âScare them?â you laughed out loud as Yunhoâs features dropped in confusion. âYouâre so not ready for the little monstersâ you laughed. âLetâs goâ you said before opening the door.
You smiled and slipped the mask off before stepping out of the car. Yunho watched you being greeted by the kids. They were all jumping around in excitement, gathering around you like evil little minions of the night. The scene warmed Yunhoâs heart as he smiled behind the mask.
âMister! Mister! Your mask is very coolâ a little boy with green face paint and stuffed leaves cosplaying as Hulk pointed at Yunho.
âWooow scary~â a small girl with a peppa pig dress stomped her little feet and laughed, barely able to contain her excitement.
âYes kids, thatâs Yunho. He will come with us this yearâ Yunho took the mask off, ruffling his dark hair before smiling widely at the children.
âHi kidsâ he waved.
âOhâ the small peppa pig girl let her words trail off. âAre you y/nâs boyfriend?â she asked very directly. Which made Yunho chuckle and her blush looking in awe at him.
âYes. Iâm the boyfriendâ he said, half laughing. The girl then turned to you. âDoes he have a little brother?â she asked as quietly as possible and you also laughed. âHow about we ask him later, huh?â you whispered to her and she nodded timidly, throwing another curious glance at the handsome stranger.Â
The parents waved goodbye to the children and left. Probably excited to spend a night in peace.
As the round of houses went by, the childrenâs bags became filled with candies and chocolate bars and of course the occasional apple from the more concerned parents.Â
Yunho was a great helper. He settled arguments when kids thought the distribution of candies was unfair, he encouraged the ones that were scared to walk past a particularly convincing automated witch stirring her cauldron and he was just a joy to have a round. Even under the mask you could hear the smile that was spreading on his angelic face from ear to ear, contrasting greatly with the spooky mask.
As the night progressed you dropped off the kids one by one to their house and soon enough the last kid left and you and Yunho walked back to the car.
âThank you for tonight, it was greatâ you said as you walked past the deserted park. You turned to him and smiled. âI really owe you oneâ.
Yunho pressed your body against yours, startling you a little. He slipped the mask off, he was slightly disheveled after wearing it all night.Â
âMaybe thereâs something you could doâ he said, smirking, and you tilted your head in interest. âWhat about we play a little?âÂ
His demeanor had suddenly changed. But his dark serious eyes stirred something within you. You would lie if you said you hadnât been fighting a kind of dark desire that sparked within you when Yunho first slipped on the mask but you kept the curious feeling at bay for the whole evening only to let it resurface now.
âYou know,â he started his eyes falling from your eyes to your lips. âI've noticed the way you look at me when I wear the thing.â He dangled the mask next to your face. And you pinched your lips between your teeth to hold a gasp. Were you this obvious?
âWouldnât it be fun to play a little game? How about a little chase through the park?â he chuckled when he saw your eyes grow twice as big. âIf you escape me you win. But if I catch you⊠well itâs not fun if thereâs no surpriseâ the ominous statement made you whimper quietly as instinctively pressed your thighs together. âIâll even give you a headstartâ he smirked as he slipped the mask back on.Â
He let go of your waist so abruptly that you almost stumbled back but found your balance in time.Â
âGo ahead, little one.â Yunho said as he grabbed a kitchen knife from the backpack. âStart runningâ the laugh that escaped his lips was the furthest thing away from the usual warm laughter you were used to. It was cold and threatening. It made your stomach churn and not only in fear.
Without thinking you ran into the park and engulfed yourself in the dark woods, adrenaline coursed through your veins and you left the path to venture deeper into the woods. As you were running and jumping over the branches and roots of the trees that were sticking out of the dirt you heard the maniacal laugh come closer.Â
Out of breath and panicked you decided to hide behind the thick trunk of an old oak to catch a small break and hopefully to escape the bloodthirsty man on your track.
âWhere are you?~â Yunho singsang. You laid a hand over your mouth to hopefully steady your breathing. He was close. âYou know thereâs no point in hiding, little one,â Yunho said, his breath itching in his throat. âYou know⊠I will⊠find you!â he said, suddenly circling the tree trunk, the big terrifying mask shoved in your face. You couldnât even scream, you only started to run full speed, Yunho following you closely, knife in hand.Â
But your skirt got caught on a thorn and slowed you down before you could accelerate again, completely ripping the piece of fabric, leaving you in a torn miniskirt barely concealing your ass.Â
But that misadventure was your doom. Yunho was able to catch up to you. He caught your arm with his big and cold hand, gripping so tight it was bruising your delicate skin and pushed your back against a tree.
âGotcha~â he said, even if you couldnât see you could distinctly hear the predatory grin behind the disfigured mask. âI winâ
âPleaseâ you whimpered, your heart thumping in your ears. You didnât really know what you were pleading for but when you felt your boyfriendâs hard on pressed onto your hip, you realized you were begging for him to take you. To claim you right here in the cold winter night in the middle of the woods. Like a wolf finally sinking his teeth into the delicious and tender flesh on a fawn.Â
âLook at you little oneâ Yunho was growling, his threatening tone was stirring more arousal in the pit of your guts. âAll nice and ripe for me to pluck,â he said, bringing the cold blade of the knife to your cheek, pressing the flat surface onto your hot skin, making you shiver.Â
With his other hand he ripped the red hood off you and harshly pulled on your buttoned blouse popping just enough buttons to see your black lace bra.Â
âLittle one wore lace for me tonightâ he slipped the tip of the blade between your breast and under the article of clothing and cut it clean off, earning a frightened gasp from you. The cold air blew on your bare skin making your nipples harden into tight buds. âMuch betterâ Yunho sighed, groping your chest with his cold hand and pinching your pebbled nipples between his long fingers, you moaned from the stimulation, more arousal pulling in your underwear. He flicked and pinched and circled the hard nubs until you were a whimpering mess, each moan you let out becoming visible fog in the chilly open air.Â
Yunho kept on rubbing his hard cock onto your hip, humping you slowly but purposefully grinding onto your soft side, groaning with each movement until heâs had enough of those games.
He pushed you to a boulder covered in moss and bent you down until both your hands laid flat on the cold stone and your ass was sticking up in the air. Yunho landed a sharp slap before putting the knife to good use again. He slipped it under your underwear, you felt the cold metal of the flat of the blade run against your throbbing hot and drooling little pussy, making you moan at the contact, fighting the urge to grind your greedily little cunt against it.
With a precise movement Yunho cut the undergarment letting your glistening cunt shine under the moonlight, the article was now only pathetic hanging by your waist.Â
âFuck youâre already so wet, bunnyâ he breathed out, swiping one finger along your drenched folds.Â
âPlease fuck me Yun-â you cut yourself. âPlease ghostface fuck meâ
You felt Yunhoâs cock throb against your ass at your words.
âWhat an eager little slutâ he said before bending down next to you and stabbing the knife in a tree stump next to you. âIâll give you what you wantâ
A second later you felt his two big hands slap against your bare ass before his hot tip glided against your folds. Responding on instinct your back arched deeper and you pressed your ass against him, urging him to fill you up.
Without more prepping he slid his thick cock into you to the last inch in one swift move making you moan loudly, your eyes shutting tightly.Â
âOh ffuckkkâ you moaned in the cold night.
âFuck. So wet and tight for me, bunny.â Yunho said, taking a bruising grip around your waist. âYour slutty cunt is already throbbing around me. You liked it that much when I chased you around?âÂ
âPleaseâ is the only word you could process through your foggy thoughts. You only wanted more of him.
âWho knew the cute little one liked to be preyed on?â He drew out of you only the slam back right in.
âGod fuck- yesâ you screamed at the sudden surge of pleasure.
Yunho settled a deadly rhythm, smashing himself between your hips, your wall gripping his fat cock tearing you apart every time it pulled out and welcoming it back in everytime he pushed in. Making your mind fuzzy, your ears seemed stuffed with cotton as you could no longer concentrate on the animalistic grunts Yunho was letting loose into the night and only on the way his enormous cock felt inside you.
He continued to screw his cock deep into you on this unbelievable rhythm. His hand left your waist to toy with your nipples again, cupping your breast and teasing your hard nipples, rolling them in his fingers until you couldnât stand anymore, your legs threatening to give out at any point under the crushing weight of your oncoming orgasm.
âFuck mâ gonnaâ you started.
âNot yet, whoreâ Yunho said, slapping your ass once more and abruptly pulling his cock out. You whined, your high was fading away as it was within grasp a second ago.
Yunho grabbed the knife again and put the sharp side on the skin of your neck, not pressing enough to breach the skin but enough to be threatening to do so. He shoved his cock back in.
âYou better work for it. Wanna cum? Help yourself.â He laughed again. âBounce on my cock like a good little slutâ.
Your cunt clenched at his word, making him gasp sharply. You don't need to be told twice. Without thinking, your mind completely drunk on the idea of chasing your high you started to back up against his cock and grind his cock into you. Smashing your ass back and filling the night with the sound of his grunts and skin clashing.Â
âFuckkkk. That's my good little whore. Keep going⊠mâcloseâ Yunho praised.Â
âYes please cum.â You pleaded out of breath. âPlease fill my tight little whore cunt with your cumâ
Such foul words dripping from your innocent lips had Yunho crossing the edge right that second. Thick white ropes of cum spurted out his huge cock that was throbbing inside you. The warmth pooling inside you took right along with him, your walls gripping around him and fluttering as you arched your back to somehow push him even deeper inside you, his hand digging into your skin while the other one gripped the handle of the knife still pressed to your skin.
You both stayed right there for a hot minute, his cock deeply sheathed inside you while you caught your breath before he finally slipped out letting the unbelievable amount of cum run down your weakened and shaking thighs.
Yunho slipped off the mask and helped you stand up, interlacing his arms around your waist and surrounding you in his warmth. He was back to his usual self.Â
âHappy Halloween babyâ he said, smiling fondly at you. You chuckled.
âI didnât know you were into such thingsâ you said, hitting his chest playfully. He gasped with exaggerated shock.
âI didnât know you were into such things!â he said, hugging you tightly, trying to shield you from the cold winter breeze.Â
He drew back a little to look at you, your hair was ruined, your mascara was smudged, your ripped skirt was barely covering you and cum was coating your inner thighs. You were so beautifully ruined for him. You looked perfect. He couldn't help his heart swelling with unconditional love for you.Â
âHereâ he took off his leather jacket and tied it around your hips. âLetâs head backâ
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bf! hamzah x reader headcannons (sfw!)
- i feel like his love language is acts of service. if you guys don't live together already, he definitely acts like you do. need to go run errands? he'll drive you. hungry? he'll cook you something. in fact, he has all the cabinets memorized so he really never has to ask you where anything is. he knows what you like and don't like, and obviously if you have any allergies, so everything he prepares is to your liking. stressed? he'll run you a hot bath, complete with candles and a laptop sitting on a table for you to watch movies. he would even sit down on the floor next to you to keep you company, just in case you wanted to talk. how sweet!
- though he's a busy man with his podcast and youtube channel, you rarely feel like you come second to his career the more the relationship progresses. although you probably reassure him that it's okay if he stays a little late to finish editing or filming, he makes it up to you by bringing you some food or flowers. he genuinely feels bad when he has to be kept away from his girlfriend, so he tries to make up for it afterwards by showing you that he thinks of you even when you're apart.
- he would definitely play games with you when he can. i feel like you'd get a random text from him while he's filming that says something along the lines of him playing a game with martin that he wants to play with you. if it's a horror game, he'd definitely have you sit on his lap. with each jumpscare, he holds you tighter as you both jump or possibly scream. you secretly know that it's just an excuse for him to hold you, but of course, you don't mind.
- whenever he watches you holding or petting red and blue, his heart melts a little. he enjoys when you take care of his cats since they're literally his children. there are times you'll sleep over and wake up to the sight of hamzah, red, and blue all cuddled up next to you.
- speaking of cuddle, hamzah seems like the type to have such a heavy grip on you when you're asleep together. i can imagine you trying to go to work or school and attempting to get up from out of bed but he simply doesn't let you. the grip he has on your waist is tight as SHIT like he's acting like he'd die if he let go. eventually you squeeze out of his arms and get ready, but he soon wakes up and asks you why you left him there.
- you are passenger princess. always. he HATES it when you drive because he doesn't see the point. he's always available to take you places and enjoys being your own personal chauffeur. he understands that you can do things on your own, but he wants you to understand that you don't have to since he's in your life.
- i feel like he's heavy on communication and comprehension. in the beginning of the relationship, he was probably scared to tell you when he got jealous or when you do something that bothers him, but over time he realized he has to talk or else nothing would change. if something's bothering him, he won't hesitate to talk to you about it in a respectful and meaningful way. he isn't accusatory, but talks to you with softness in his voice. you guys are a team. afterwards, he just basks in your existence and spends time with you to reassure you that you guys are alright.
- when you guys are out together, he acts like he hates when you baby him. he tries his best to seem as masculine and strong as possible when you two are in public. in private? the complete opposite. he prefers being little spoon and resting his head on your chest while you stroke his hair. he loves when you kiss him on the forehead and when you call him cute pet names. he looks at you with so much adoration when you treat him like he's your baby.
- when you're upset, he definitely tries to cheer you up by making you laugh. whether it's cracking joke after joke or pretending to fall or finding a funny game to play with you, he will not stop until he sees you smile. he hates seeing a frown on your face and will genuinely do anything to take any sort of discomfort or pain away from you.
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i decided to write at 1:24 on a school night because i NEEDED more hamzah fics. ts is kinda ass tho but we thug! take care of urselves lovelies mwah i will write more soon!
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Be warned. I wrote this at midnight. I have no clue what im talking about. Do you get it?
"Why doesn't this wolverine teach history? Other wolverine did"
Well, because THAT Wolverine had a Charles. Let me remind you just how fragile Logan's mental state is and just how quickly his brain can throw him into a temporary amnesia due to shock and / or panic that is triggered by his CPTSD.
The thing is, this Wolverine has a Wade. Not a Charles. Sure, Jean could probably do something to him if things got too crazy but you know just how dangerous of territory that would be. Yes, Charles doesn't have a healing factor but it was his confidence and perfect reassuring words that helped him, plus If something did happen Im pretty sure he wouldn't blame him much anyway. He knows what hes dealing with. This isnt to say that jean doesn't but I can see her panicking too much and Logan would feed off of that fear and panic and become worse.
Wade, on the other hand, is neither calm nor says the right things, BUT he can't die :D Which is a massive YES when it comes to dealing with a panicking 3+ time war veteran with knife hands. And is known to attack first ask later.
Trying to teach the kids about 'Nam, a thing sets him off. He stares off into space for a bit, Backs up and his breath gets heavy. The hairs on his arms are raised up and his pupils dilate, they widden and its as if he doesn't even remember he's a teacher.
When he starts the whole "Who are you? Where am I!?" Thing, a student (probably the oldest or one that's been dubbed most responsible) slowly just gets up and leaves to tell a trusted adult.
"Mrs. Munroe?"
"Yes?"
"Mr. Howlett is acting funny again."
"Okay darling. Go fetch Mr. Wilson for me? There's a dear."
She, calm as ever walks into the class room, standing away from the door so not to make him feel trapped, and very clearly shows her hands as she gestures the kids to leave.
Backing himself into a corner, he watches them one by one leave, Gripping at the chalk boards ledge and the windowsil, trying to balance and ground himself.
"Come now children. Quietly and slowly please. Good job. Go next door to Mrs. Summers please." Sending them to the next class room so to leave this one empty.
She stands off to the side of the room. Hands in front of her, smiling softly. "Hello Logan."
"What? Who are you?" He almost hisses but can't help but to feel not so threatened. He always did have a sweet spot for women. Maybe its their scent difference, but like most reactive animals, he's a little calmer for women. A little more trusting.
"Im a dear friend of yours. My name is Ororo. You are in no danger here." She states this practiced sentence with the same whisper of a voice.
"Where the fuck am I. How did I get here!? Did you bring me here!?" At this point he's growling.
"Logan, I assure you that no one forced you here. This is a school. You're a teacher."
"A teacher..?" Just a tad he softens, as if you had just told someone who wanted to be a vet when they grew up that they actually would become a very good vet, except the look in his eyes was as if questioning why they would ever him do that. Be a teacher I mean.
"Yes. If you would like to leave that is okay." She slowly sits in a spare chair, her leg crossing, not knowing how long she will need to play baby sitter but she hoped someone soon would alert the other staff of this. It IS a safety risk after all and Ororo knew that if he hurt anyone at all he'd immediately regret it terribly so when he woke.
"You.. you told her to go get someone. Why? Who are you getting? For what!?" Another snap, as if he thought she was trying to trick him into letting his gaurd down.
She smiles. "Your husband."
"What the fuck do you mean my 'husband'!? What are you sayin' lady!?" The venom in the way he says this makes her giggle a bit. Oh, goodness. He really did lose all of his memories, didn't he? How was the same man who once was so dastardly in love with scott to the point of shredding his heart into a gazillion pieces and is married to the silliest man alive, so internally homophobic? The irony of the thought made her laugh.
"And that kids is how you slice someone into sushi. Rice not included-" His weapons tatics and saftey class is interrupted.
"Mr. Wilson?"
"Oh hey, squirt! You wanna learn how to disconnect someone's joints without even leaving a puncture wound?"
"Maybe later.. uhm...Mr. Howlett's scared again..."
You just see Wade running out on these kids like "I'M COMING WOLVIE!"
"What, you think it's funny!? I ain't got a husband lady! Now, Im leaving! And there's nothing you can do to stop me!" He goes to walk out the door only to run into said husband, who immediately hugs him.
"Babe!! Hi! They told me- OUCH- okay yeah I deserved that- no tocuhy I forgot."
And is stabbed.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!? Get off me! Freak!"
"D'aawww!! Did you see that? He called me a freak! I hate to tell ya cupcake, but you're married to this freak. Now, what's wrOOW- Mad kitty are we? Woah there tiger! Easy boy!"
Logan looks at him, confused, stabs him again, and is trying to figure out why Wade's not dying. He goes to slash him in the head and wades like "WAITWAITWAIT NOT INFRONT OF THE KIDS-"
Mrs. Munroe, by now, has gotten up and left, closing the door and letting out a big sigh, wondering what shade of red they were going to paint the room this time.
She does a little clicky on her walkie and infroms all the staff about the situation and so for the next half hour or so, Logan's kids get to skip class and said classroom now needs a deep scrub.
And this ladies and gentlemen is why this Logan doesn't teach history anymore.
P.E. is SOOOO much easier on his mental status, and sometimes Wade joins, and he puts the whole class against him to make them work on their team building skills. Plus- it's funny to watch your husband get slapped in the head with 20 dodgeballs.
#deadpool and wolverine#poolverine#logan howlett#deadpool#wade wilson#deadpool 3#finding home au#worst wolverine#is the best#ororo munroe#storm xmen#storm#Headmistress storm#jean grey#xmen jean grey#charles xavier#professor x#charles xavier was for real Logans handler for the longest time#and now thats wades job#very scary#vietnam war#living with cptsd#x mansion
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When The Snow Melts
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Warnings: MDNI, soft sex, virginity loss, angst, and some spoilers for those who aren't familiar with Zayne's lore. A/n: Curiosity got the best of me. I wasn't playing LaDS when the Master of Fate card came out so I went to YouTube and immediately regretted it. Like can this man not catch a break? He sacrifices himself again? I couldn't leave it, so this me, correcting the wrong. A fix-it fic if you will. Because I need Zayne to win, at least once. Also, since Zayne appears according to how MC perceives him, I do believe he will have aged exactly as she has.
The night is bright, and the small cobbled lane you walk on is lit with lamps. The streets are bustling with life. The feeling of excitement, togetherness, and aromatic food graces the air as you wander closer to the town square. Another festival, similar, yet not similar, to the countless ones youâve seen with your keen eyes.Â
Youâd wanted to be in company, maybe see the world when you were young, and the curse that was also a blessing was granted. Your body, now wispy and weathered from the years spent wandering cannot move as quickly as you used to, the ever-reminding aches in your joints, the beginning of arthritis weighing down in your bones. Yet you still had a zest for life. Because what else could you do but seek, and take in everything that life had to offer? How could you not? Because it was the grace of the god that allowed it and the terrible price that was paid for you to experience it.
It had been decades since you had last seen the god. You had traversed as far as you could, carrying your umbrella with the everlasting snow coating it like wool on a freshly birthed lamb. The things you had witnessed! Ships with sails as tall as oak trees, strangely flavored meats and delectable sweets, festivals where people had danced, music from instruments brought in from faraway strange lands. You had eaten, traveled, danced, and sung, picking up small jobs to afford simple pleasures. You were a quick learner. Once you were a seamstress helping a small garment shop, another time a jewel polisher. You had even worked as an errand maid for an elderly couple who were profuse with their thanks and offered you a roof over your head for a short while. But staying in one place wasnât an option. You had to keep looking after all. How else would you find him again?
As your feet carried you into the square, a burst of light and color filled your vision. Itâs so lively, as the people flock to the different food carts, admiring the small handicraft booths, and singing folk songs well known to all those who grew up in this region. Children joyfully chased each other, dressed warmly in bright clothes. A hint of winter was already in the air. Based on what you had observed, this festival was celebrating the end of the harvest season, probably one of the last for this year until the harsh snowfall of winter faded. The breeze, not quite chilly enough to make you shiver, felt comforting on your face.Â
You supposed you could work as a midwife again. Midwifery was good work, reliable since winter did not stop the delivery of children into the world. It could also guarantee a place to stay if you played your cards right, though you hated staying in one place. The nomadic lifestyle you had adopted suited you. And the winters made you nostalgic.Â
It made you long for those days before you had picked up this umbrella and set off to see the world. Of amber eyes flecked with green, like the jars of whiskey at the inns when the early morning sunlight brushes against them, bringing forth colors hidden in the dark glass. Or of soft hands, covered in scars, and whispers in your ear of sleep, of priestesses calling gods down to earth to make love to them. Sometimes the memories consume you to the point of anger. How dare he leave you? With no explanation as to what his blessing was.Â
You vaguely recall those days, back when your fingers werenât gnarled and wrinkled, your face unblemished by the years in the sun. All spells have limitations, he had said. But he also said he had taken care to make the spell extra strong since you were particularly clumsy. The snow had to melt sometimeâŠdidnât it?
A drum begins to pound in the distance, and the crowd gathers around the stage that had been set up at the far end of the square. You halt at one of the carts to buy some fried chicken skewers. The vendor looks curiously at your umbrella, something you have grown accustomed to over the years. After all, snow that doesnât melt was bound to bring questions. You had woven a different story for each city you had passed through, sometimes recycling them when you didnât have the creativity to spin a new one. Initially hesitant to reveal how the umbrella with the everlasting snow had come into your possession, you had tried to pass it off as a novelty accessory, crafting tales of snowy mountains and how it was all the rage in those areas.
As the years passed by, your tongue had loosened. Or perhaps the indignation of him disappearing had made you reckless. Although you still hadnât said the full story, youâd managed to finally say it was a blessing from a god, shocking the non-believers by letting them touch the snow, their gasps of awe as the cold, wet, powder clung to their fingers falling satisfyingly on your ears. Tonight, however, you were in no mood to entertain strangers. You smile politely as you hand over your coins to the vendor, take the food, and walk away towards the stage.Â
The sounds of a flute and an erhu accompany the drum. Elaborately dressed dancers are swirling in coordinated grace on the stage, enacting a scene from an old tale; the common man sending off the goddess of harvest, thanking her for her blessings that year, and praying to the god of winter, that he be merciful to them and allow them to live to see another spring.
You were skeptical if these rituals really worked. The first autumn after you had been gifted the umbrella when the air started to show signs of change, you had danced, danced amongst the trees that were close to shedding their vividly colored leaves of red, mustard, and yellow. You had prayed your heart out, prayed so hard, danced so long that the soles of your shoes had almost worn out. You had danced till you had collapsed with exhaustion, falling asleep on the leafy floor. You had been so sure that it would work, that he would show himself, and when you awoke, it was with a heartrending pang that you realized you were alone. It hadnât worked. Wherever he was, the god of the snow wasnât visible to your eyes. It was the first time you had allowed yourself to cry in all those months. Had he really believed this was the better choice? That to leave you behind without telling you what was going to happen to him would make you happier? That was the worst part; not knowing if he was alive, existing somewhere you couldnât journey to, or if he had given all his power into making the snow that had fueled your existence, and lost himself with it.Â
The music becomes faster and the dancers move until the stage is a blur of color. The audience claps as their movements become sharp, with an artistic precision that only years of practice could hone. The last note quavers from the flute and rises into the night air. Cheers and whistles erupt all around you. It was a beautiful performance no doubt, but despite finding it captivating, it also left you feeling hollow. Finishing the last of your fried chicken, you begin to wander amongst the townspeople, enquiring about work that could be had for the winter.
By the time the square had cleared up, and the last of the festival-goers had returned home, you had secured a job; a bakery was in desperate need of an extra set of hands. The pay wasnât much but the woman had offered food and board and you had accepted graciously. As you sit on the stone steps of your latest lodgings, you gaze at the moon.Â
You want to not blame him, to not feel this heavy weight that youâve carried inside your chest. You know you should be grateful for his sacrifice which enabled you to see so much of the world, and at the least, you werenât alone. The incident with the people in your village was a distant memory, replaced with so many more pleasant rememberings. Plucking apples from an orchard with trees growing as far as the eyes could see. The feeling of a newborn baby, screaming with the rage of life and the mother wiping tears of joy while offering you her thanks. The herbalist with his toothless smile as he showed you which plants were medicinal and which were poison as you plucked various flowers and leaves and dug the earth for rhizomes of turmeric and ginger.Â
You were a well-traveled woman, knowledgeable in all aspects, a rare luxury during this time, you knew. Yet for each memory that stayed clearly in your mind, there was a sense of loss. Everything tied back to him, and you couldnât bring yourself to forget him, even in your old age, and even with the passage of time.Â
The spicy bun the baker had offered you was good. You savored its flavor on your tongue, naming the constellations visible in the sky as you did so, the short astronomy lesson from a young scholar in some past time proving useful. It must be close to midnight based on how still the night is, the whispering rustle of dead leaves as they skitter across the ground audible in the background. With a sigh, you carefully get to your feet, your joints creaking as you rise. As you reach for your umbrella, you pause, fingertips hovering over the handle.
Surely you were imagining it? It must be a trick of the moonlight. The last of the lamps were dying, the faint light casting shadows across the walls of the dwellings. Yet your aged eyes couldnât shake off the feeling. You stare intently at the umbrella, more so, at the snow perched on its upper slope. A fine sheen of condensation coated the umbrella, surrounding the powdery snow. Had you somehow gotten the umbrella wet? You kneel, observing with fascination as some of the condensation gathers, becoming fat droplets of precipitation, and rolling off the sides.
Youâre awestruck. In all your years, the snow had never melted. It had never lessened nor increased but always stayed the same. But now you can see how the powder was turning watery, steadily dripping down into the cold ground. You trace a fingertip on the trails of moisture along the sides of the umbrella, and thatâs when you hear it; the unmistakable twang of a guqin.Â
You had never encountered a guqin again, not since the night he had played one while you danced for him. The unmistakable notes now begin to form a melody. You look out into the empty street and see nothing. But the song was filling your body like the warmth of a fireplace. Your limbs involuntarily stretch out as your eyes close, remembering the movements you had learned so long ago and sworn to never repeat after the failed attempt to call down the god. Your legs feel unsteady, your hands clumsy, a far cry from the controlled accuracy of the stage dancers. Your joints begin to sear as you move, unable to stop the actions. Oh how sweetly the instrument sang to you!
Thereâs a sharp pain in your heart, not from the ache of moving your tired extremities, but from the grief bottled up, adding on year after year. Thereâs resentment, but underneath it all, thereâs a strong yearning youâre unable to put into words. How do you describe it? The loss of the only person who seemed to understand you, who helped you control your power?
You knew he did something when he placed his spell because, since that day, you hadnât been able to harness your powers ever again. He had ensured you could live your life as a normal human being. Before knowing him you would have done anything to not have the power. But the cost that came with it was too much to bear. You werenât alone, yet you were alone. So of all the days, why was the guqin playing now?
Tears roll down your cheeks as you dance, letting loose your sorrow to the crisp night breeze. You feel like each nerve in your body is frayed, all consumed with the bits of memories you had of him. It takes you a moment to realize youâre not dancing anymore. The guqin has stopped playing. Youâre standing in a pose, your head lowered, facing the steps you had been sitting on, and the umbrella leaning against them. Shock passes through you.Â
The umbrella was completely devoid of snow. The only evidence it was there was the puddle of water that had gathered beneath it, muddying the grass.Â
âWhy are you so surprised?â
Your heart skips a beat, then begins to hammer in your chest like a frantic bird trapped in a cage. The deep baritone voice tinged with a hint of sarcasm calls out to you gently. You canât seem to be able to move.Â
âIt canât be.â You murmur, gripping your elbows, trying to calm yourself. âIt canât be. Iâm dreaming.â
âWhat are dreams if not another reality?â
It takes all the effort in your body to not collapse to the ground as a sobbing mess. You turn slowly, as though giving the voice a chance to admit it was a figment of your imagination but it doesnât happen. Your breath catches in your throat as you see him, at last.
His dark hair has tinges of gray in it, and crowâs feet are visible near the corners of his eyes, but the gentle upwards curve of his lips, the broad shoulders, and his pointed chin are all recognizably familiar.Â
âZayne?â You let his name fall from your lips, sounding like a strange word, lost to your vocabulary from the years of disuse.Â
He nods, then stretches out a hand to you. At first, youâre at a loss about what you should do, then, with as much speed as your wizened knees allow, you run to him. Heâs solid and grounding, his arms wrapping around you tightly. A brief lick of rage crosses through you, but when you open your mouth to let loose your diatribe, all that comes out is a sob. Your tears flow freely, staining his robes, and you feel his gloved hands gently combing through your hair.
âIâm so sorry,â he murmurs, his chin resting on top of your head.
âWhy not tell me?â Your words are choked, your body shivering as you cry.Â
Zayne leads you to the steps and helps you sit before occupying the space next to you. He leans you against him, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder as he takes one of your hands between both of his. He sighs deeply and his voice, though calm, is filled with regret as he speaks.Â
âHow could I tell you? What would I have said? How do you tell someone special to you that their life was in danger?â
You blink back tears. âDanger?â
âThere was a powerful entity after you. I did what I needed to do to protect you.â
âWhy was it after me?â
Zayne pauses, as though considering how to word his response. âIt was convinced you would bring about a cataclysm, and the only way to prevent it was to take your life.â
âBut⊠I donât understand. How did your spell prevent this? Now that itâs worn off, wonât it come after me again?â
âNo.â Zayne wraps his arms around you, his body bringing warmth into yours. âEven cataclysms go away if given enough time. But the harder part was figuring out how to suppress your abilities until that time passed.â He sighs deeply, gathering you close. âThe spell on the umbrella was the only solution I could think of, without restricting your freedom. Regrettably, sealing your power meant taking away your ability to perceive me. I never intended to make it permanent.â
âWhy not tell me?â You repeat the question. Zayne raises an eyebrow.
âIf I had told you the spell would wear off, would you have left the mountain?â He brushes your cheek with his thumb as he takes in your face, his eyes softening as he looks at you. âI know you. You would have spent all these years in isolation, waiting for me. I didnât want you to miss the opportunity to live. A normal life seemed like the best option I could give you until enough time had passed.â
Youâre silent as you let his words sink into you. After a gap, you whisper, âI missed you.â
âI missed you too.â His thumb caresses each of your fingertips in turn. âBut know that I watched over you every day. I saw the world through your eyes and felt your sense of wonderment in my heart. The day you danced so hard for me that you almost fainted from exhaustion-â Zayne draws in a breath and his voice quivers as he continues. âI was in tears. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and comfort you. I was there, separated by a veil, but I felt your pain.â
âThat was the year the frost came early.â You recall the memory.Â
âIndeed. I couldnât control my grief. I didnât know how else to let you know I was there, except to cover the world with snow.â
You glance over at the umbrella. âWill you disappear again?â
âNot unless you want me to.â One of his large hands rests on your knee. âI understand Iâve angered you by acting without telling you everything. Is it enough that you donât want me around?â
You shake your head no. Your momentary anger with him had faded, like the night giving way to the sunrise. âThereâs nothing that could keep me from wanting you. I made many acquaintances throughout my life, but the one personâs companionship I yearned for was yours.â
âMy beloved snowflake.â Zayne embraces you tenderly. âIt was fate that led you to me on the mountain that day. And It was fate that finally broke the spell. Weâre all bound by it, even me.â
âAre you?â
âYes. Otherwise, do you think I would have kept you sealed for so long? Even gods must play by fateâs rules.â
Silence falls between you both, the breeze ruffling your clothes. You become acutely aware that heâs gazing at you, and when you turn to look at him, thereâs such tenderness in his eyes that it makes you blush, even at this age.Â
âYouâre beautiful,â he utters, tucking strands of stray hair behind your ears. The amber in his eyes glows as you stare back, captivated by how handsome he is. Your memory didnât do him justice. You cup his cheek.Â
âIs this our happily ever after?â
âIt can be if we choose it to be.â
âI do. Wholeheartedly.â
Sparks fly between you and almost as if the both of you are following a rhythm, your lips find each other in the darkness. Itâs odd because, in the passing years, you hadnât imagined what his lips would feel like against yours. You had fantasized about lying next to him, listening to his heartbeat, about taking long, leisurely strolls while holding hands, and about the possibility of letting him rest on your lap while you played with his thick locks of hair.
Now youâre glad you hadnât tried to imagine it because the reality was sweeter than any dream you could have conjured, the warmth and softness of his mouth, the taste of his tongue as it slips past your lips, the possessiveness in his grip as he molds your body against his, as though silently claiming you. There wasnât an inch of you that didnât ache for him. When he pulls away, thereâs desire flickering in the depths of his eyes.
Wordlessly, you take his hands and get to your feet, quietly pulling him inside your new quarters. Youâre careful to not wake the baker; it was quite improper to invite a man into your room, but you didnât care. You lock the door and allow Zayne to sweep you away.
Clothes slide to the floor, a whisper lost to the dark. Thereâs no shame as you reach for each other, hands relishing the feeling of skin, enjoying the contact between your bodies as he gently pulls you onto the bed. His lips leave trailing kisses on your skin, no longer supple like the young woman you once were, but worthy of being worshipped irrespective. You wonder if this moment would have felt different if you had consummated this relationship when you were younger but realized you had little choice in it. If the Master of Fate couldnât control when things happened, then what good was it to think about what could have been?
Instead, you focus on him, on his skin flushed with vitality as you nibble his ear, shyly running your tongue down his neck. He suckles at your nipple, and pleasure, unlike anything youâve ever experienced radiates into every part of your being. You feel his erection graze your belly as he patiently kisses you, moaning into his mouth as his fingers stroke your sex, finding the little knot of nerves that makes you close your eyes in ecstasy.
Itâs all slow and unhurried, and when you finally gasp out your climax, he eases his body into yours. Thereâs pain, but only for the briefest moment, then as your body stretches around him, you feel a powerful sense of intimacy as he thrusts, his movements passionate and loving. He gathers you tightly against him whispering the same thing over and over as he empties himself.Â
âI love you. I love you I love you I love you.â
A weak ray of sunlight peeks through the window when you wake up, and you panic for a moment when you see the bed is empty.Â
âIâm here my love.â Zayneâs voice immediately reassures you and you see him stoking the fireplace. The small flames crackle merrily as he makes his way back to bed, pulling you against him and stroking your skin. It had snowed overnight, and the landscape was now unrecognizable, covered in a fresh coat of it.Â
âIt appears grief isnât the only thing that can cause the god of winter to make it snow,â you tease and Zayne good-naturedly smirks at you.Â
âIndeed. All thanks to you.âÂ
You giggle, a soft sound that fills him with joy.Â
âI suppose weâre stuck in this village until winter ends. Makes no sense to wander for now.â
âAgreed. I suppose I can set up shop as a fortune-teller, or maybe as a herbalist.â
âWeâll decide what to do when spring comes.â You settle against his chest, finding comfort in the scent of his skin.Â
âThe snow has to melt sometime. But weâll survive. Together.â
âTogether.â You agree, and lay your lips over his.Â
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HE'S my thing | r.c.
Pairing: (older) Bestfriend's Dad Rafe! x Fem!reader
Summary: You ended things with your best friend's father, but does anything ever truly end?
Warnings: 18+ Semi-public sex (p in v), cursing, cheating in the next room, age gap, Fuckboy!Rafe, angst, usage of "little girl" and 'brat', manhandling, choking
A/N: Barely proofread. Also, thank you for all the love and support on part one!!
Part One
Word Count: 2.8k
"Fuck, Marry, Kill: Mr. Thornton, Mr. Kelce, or Mr. Barry." Maribella had asked you.
You pulled your tanning reflector away from your face to look at your potential candidates.
You and Marble were sunbathing by the pool at Tanny Hill when suddenly, guests began to slowly appear. Then someone started playing music from the speakers, the backyard string lights turned on, and suddenly the grill started crackling with fire.
"Daddy must be throwing one of his summer barbeques." Maribella had hummed.
You observed the three older men, all wearing colorful floral swim trunks, reminiscing about the "good old days" before they had children and wives, unaware that you and Maribella were sizing them up.
Fuck, Marry, Kill.
It was a simple question-and-answer game that you and Maribella often played when you were bored with strangers on the street or celebrity men whom you'd fancy, never with the men in your actual lives.
"Let's see." you elongated. "I'd fuck Mr. Barry, Marry Mr. Thornton, and Kill Mr. Kelce."
"Ouch." Maribella laughs.
"Sorry, Kelce." You shrugged, laughing along with your friend. "What about you?" You asked.
Like you, Maribella paused to observe the men, thus concluding: "None of them. They're all old and have beer belly's."Â Â Â
"Then why'd you ask me?" you said in disbelief.
"Because." She said snobbishly, "I was testing you. Y'know, it's unhealthy for young girls to be attracted to such old men? Unhealthy."
You rolled your eyes, bringing your tanning reflector back to your face.
Ever since you'd told Maribella that you'd slept with her father, Mr. Cameron, she'd been subtly throwing slick remarks on her disdain for your taste in older men.Â
Though she claimed she wasn't upset about you sleeping with Mr. Cameron, you can still sense her animosity toward the situation, which is why you never responded when she made a snide remark.
"Oh, look, it's my dad and his latest bitch he'd gotten from the pound." Maribella snide, and in a timely manner you watched as Rafe and his latest "Bitch" walked through the sliding patio doors.
Rafe had one of those cocky ass grins on his face, the one he would flash to you after cumming deeply inside you without wearing a condom, or the type of snarky grin he would show after whispering something promiscuous in your ear.
The bitch--woman who'd he been talking to appeared to be roughly around his age--maybe a little older, blond, and gangling looking. If you hadn't known The Camerons for so long, you would have assumed this woman was Rafe's wife and Maribella's mother.
You scoffed. "God, I thought there was an age limited when it came to being a slut." you laughed, causing Maribella to laugh along with you.
The woman also laughs, but it's because of something Rafe had whispered in her ear. The tint of your sunglasses had blurred the exact movement of Rafe's plush lips, but you assume he said something along the lines of sweet nothings from Rafe Cameron.
Surely, Maribella hadn't known that you ended things with her father just over a week ago, so she hadn't known just how furious you'd been to see Rafe with another woman.Â
So quickly, just like that, he'd forgotten about you, just like you hadn't been the "tightest cunt" he claimed to ever be in. And not to mention, he hadn't even looked at you or glanced your way since the barbecue began.Â
"I'm going to be sick." You said.
"You too?" Maribella asked.
You got up from your lounge chair with no plan in mind; you didn't even know where you were going until you found yourself staring angrily at Rafe in front of the grill.Â
He'd been flipping over a barbecue rib with a pair of tongs, the blond woman clinging to his back with her chin laying on his shoulders and her arms wrapped around his body.
Yuck.Â
Rafe had been wearing one of those comical aprons. His had an image of an animated woman with a coke bottle figure. Though it looked ridiculous on him, you couldn't help but keep staring at his biceps that poked out from the side of the apron, and of course, he'd been in a muscle tee so that you could see just a bit of his nipple peeking to the public, fuck.
"Oh, baby, is this your daughter you told me so much about?" The woman had smiled at you.
You scoff.
It was condescending in how the woman had addressed you; it was how she had called Rafe baby; she'd said it like they'd been together for years.Â
And it was how effortlessly beautiful she was. She looked like the type of woman Rafe would go for, prose and expensive-looking.Â
It was also how she'd mistaken you for Rafe's daughter rather than for what you were: the tightest cunt Rafe had ever been in.
Rafe peered at you for a quick moment, flipping over another rib.
"Uh, no, she's one of my daughter's friends." Rafe said, his demeanor starting to change to cold and stern. "The foods not done yet, kid." He swated you away.
You scoff again, he knows you're not here to talk about the food. And who does he think he is calling you that, kid, tsk.
You weren't a kid when you could take all 9 inches of him, back then you were a "good girl."
"Rafe--Mr. Cameron, Can we talk? In private? It's about Maribella." You lied.
He barely looked at you as he spoke, "Can't it wait for later, I'm busy?â
"It's important."
"I don't know, baby, if it's about your daughter, you should see what she wants, I can look after the grill." The woman said.
With a look of disdain, you looked at the blonde woman, but had it not been for her, Rafe would not have listened. Just as Rafe was about to remove his apron, the woman seized his jaw and pulled him into a kiss.
In a moment of unawareness, your hand inadvertently swept across the small glass bowl of barbecue sauce, unintentionally shattering the glass and causing some of the sauce to spill onto the women's Prada sandals.
"Oops." You shrug, storming off into the house, in the mitts, you glanced at Maribella, you were thankful she'd been resting with her eyes close and had her earbuds in.
You felt Rafe trailing behind you hot, the sound of his sandals clucking on the ground being the only thing you can focus on.
You attempt to rapidly close the sliding patio door before he could reach you, but it was too late, Rafe had caught onto the door.
"You're really childish, Y/N, you know that?" he spats.
You sped walked through the vacant house, no route in mind.
"Do you hear me little girl?" Rafe sternly says, as if he were talking to Maribella.
Suddenly, you felt the piercing sensation of Rafe's grip on your wrist, and your body being jerked. "Hey--Listen to me when I'm speaking to you."
Under Rafe's grip, you'd been in his mercy, as you looked up into angry eyes.
"Is there a reason why you're acting like such a brat?"
"It just doesn't make sense." You said, your voice shaky from the sound of the lump forming in your throat. "What does she have that I don't? A good credit score, a stable job?"
you struggle to get out of Rafe's hold, but his grip on you was too tight.
"Need I remind me you that you ended things with me?" Rafe gritted.
"But I didn't expect you to move on so quickly!" You shouted. " Did I mean nothing to you?"
Rafe squeezed your wrist, coming closer to your face. "Lower your tone when you're talking to me little girl."
"Fuck you." you sniffled, tears running down your cheeks. You didn't mean to say it, but it was in the heat of the moment, and you were angry.
Rafe's eyes grew darker, and his face had grown angrier, and just by the way he roughly dragged you through the house, you knew you had fucked up.
"Rafe! You're hurting me!" you cried, as he dragged you up the stairs.
"Shut up!" He spat at you. "Of all the nice things I've done for you in the past, this is what I get? A fuck you? 'Dad, Y/n has a flat tire but doesn't have the money for a new one.' 'Dad, Y/n is $100 short on her rent this month.' " Rafe mocked his daughter.
"I'm the one that let your pouge ass even come near here and my daughter, but fuck me, right?" he said.
As Rafe dragged you onto his master bedroom, locking the doors behind him, you felt the tears spilling from your eyes because of how bad you felt remembering all the other ways Mr. Cameron had helped you that hadn't been sexual.
Rafe had pushed you onto the bed, grumbling to himself as he started untying his apron, you watched him with wide eyes as he paced.
"What are you going to do to me?" you squeaked.
"I'm going to fuck some sense into you, because who the hell do you think you are speaking to me like that?" he spat.
"Fuck you." He mocked, grumbling to himself.
And before you knew it, Rafe grabbed the back of your head and his lips had angrily crashed into your tear soaked ones.
As your lips parted, the salty taste of your tears mixed with the sweetness of Rafe's kiss. It was a kiss born of anger and passion, a kiss that set your skin ablaze.
Rafe's hands moved deftly, untangling the knot of your bikini top. Your breasts, full and heavy, spilled free.
Rafe's touch was both urgent and tender, a contradiction that mirrored the storm of emotions swirling within you both.
As Rafe's lips trailed down your neck, you felt a shiver run through your body, a sensation that was both thrilling and comforting. It was as if all your senses had come alive, each one crying out for more.
As Rafe kissed your neck, his hands played with the hem of your bikini bottom, his fingers tempting to touch your most prized possession.
"Rafe, I need it." You whined, as he put your hand in your bikini bottoms, using his palm to cup your wet heat. "I need you."
Not long after, Rafe's hand slipped out of your bottoms. He was now unbuckling the belt to his shorts and pulling down his pants and briefs.
Rafe didn't even bother to pull your bikini bottoms down before pushing all 9 inches into your cunt; he fucked you through the makeshift opening he made by hooking his fingers through the crotch of your bottom.Â
Rafe's thrusts were urgent and deep, causing you to yelp at the bitter sweet intrusion.
Usually Rafe was slow with the first couple of strokes inside of you--so your cunt could accommodate to his size--but today he was merciless.
Because of the wetness of your cunt, Rafe's cock had easily slipped in and out of you, but to you each thrust felt like a burning sting.
Nonetheless, You moaned as he filled you, your hands grasping at his back, pulling him closer and closer.
Rafe cerulean eyes never left yours--if you could describe the look on his face, you would describe it as a look of hatred, but as you looked down to where your bodies connected--the slick that coated yours and his sex organs--this wasn't hatred. So what was it?
You called out his name in pleasure.
The makeshift opening in your bikini bottoms stretched to accommodate his thickness, the thin fabric digging into your skin as he pounded into you. With each thrust, he pushed your body further into his soft bedsheets. With each thrust he pushed you further into pure bliss.
"This is why I don't fuck with young girls." Rafe muttered. His hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he sought to go even deeper.
"You all are too needy and in for it because of the daddy issues." He said under his breath. Then suddenly, as if it was used for leverage, Rafe's hand clasped around your throat; your mouth had formed the shape of an '0'.
As his pace quickened, your breath quickened too, short gasps escaping your lips.
Rafe's mouth had been inches away from yours; you arched your back just enough to hover over his plush lips, and you sucked in his breath as his grip tightened around your gullet.Â
Rafe kissed you, his tongue swiping the inside of your mouth.
The sensation of being so full, of being taken with such urgency, sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You knew this encounter was reckless, but the thrill of it only added to your arousal. You wanted thisâneeded thisâand as Rafe's thrusts became more frenzied, you knew he was close.
And just by the way your cunt had fluttered around his length, you knew that you were close too.
And then, just as you gone to moan, you heard a knock at Rafe's door.
"Sweetheart? Are you in there?"
It was her.
Rafe's hand--the one clasped around your throat, now covered your mouth.
His cock had faltered inside of you once he heard the sound of her voice, but he kept fucking you anyway.
"Uh-yeah, babe, I'm just taking a break from the party." He said, his eyes penetrating through your skull; his voice sounded as if he weren't penetrating through your cunt.Â
"Oh, ok. Just telling you the ribs are done, should I put the hot dogs on next?" She asked, clueless about her boyfriend fucking his daughter's best friend.Â
You found yourself enjoying how fucked up this was--how satisfying it was to know that Rafe was fucking you and not her right now.
"Yeah--shit--" involuntarily, your cunt had squeezed Rafe's length. "Fuck. Y-yeah do that." Rafe said.Â
"Or maybe I can join you? "Take a break" from the party together?" The woman had said seductively, causing you to roll your eyes at her pass at Rafe.Â
"Say the word, Y/N." Rafe whispered. "Say the word and I can have her gone."
You had hoped the room had been soundproof from the way Rafe pace had quickened. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, a testament to the intensity of your passion.
You moaned loudly, but it had been muffled by Rafe's palm. Your nails digged into his shoulders as you matched his rhythm.
"Baby?" The woman said.
Your breath quickened as you neared your peak, Rafe eyes never leaving yours. "Say the word." he mouthed.
Fuck did you want Rafe, fuck did you want him so bad.
But Rafe wasn't supposed to be "Rafe" to you; he was supposed to be Mr. Cameron.
And Mr. Cameron wasn't supposed to be fucking you.Â
You both had crossed a line, and there was nothing more to your relationship than what was behind that line. No matter how much you daydreamt about it, this--you and Rafe together--could never be a thing.
With a final, powerful thrust, you'd reached your climax. Shortly after, Rafe had reached his own, his body tensing as he filled your cunt with his release.Â
You could feel his warmth inside you, a satisfying sensation that left you breathless and wanting more and, more evidently, filled with dread.
As he slowly withdrew, you could feel his length slide out of you, leaving you with a delicious emptiness that only he could fill.
When Rafe realized you weren't going to tell him to tell her to leave, he made a face at you, a face that said- if you didn't know any better- he was disappointed by your choice.Â
"Baby, are you alright in there?" The woman said.Â
"Yeah, could you, could you give me a moment?" Rafe had asked her, and shortly after, you heard the obnoxious flapping of her Prada sandals flapping away.
Rafe got himself situated before helping you.Â
He tied your bikini top back to its place and your bikini bottoms.
And then gotten a warm towel and wiped the dried tears on your cheeks, and then he wiped away the remainder of his and your cum that slid down your thighs.Â
You kind of just sat there with your head looking at your lap, trying to avoid Rafe's gaze.
"Will you stay for the rest of the barbecue?" Rafe asked. I would really appreciate it if you did."Â
Rafe had waited for you to say something, but you never did. When he realized you weren't going to say anything, he had nothing to say himself, as he figured that it was officially over between you two, and what more can you say once you've reached the end of something?Â
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Learning to Love Slowly
Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3
74- Breakfast and Kids
âYou gonna have kids soon, Jay,â Roy asked as he closed the refrigerator.Â
Dick and Jason looked up at the same time, eyes briefly meeting in a quizzical, quiet question, before looking at Roy. With a jar of salsa, a big bottle of soda, and a bag of chips, the redhead sat down as he looked at his friend expectantly.Â
âWell?â Dick asked, his surprise being replaced by a bit of amusement.Â
Jason shrugged as he picked up a piece of his gun to click it back into place. âNo.â
âYou thinking about having kids soon?â
âWe havenât talked about it,â Jason said. Looking up at Roy, he asked, âWhy?â
Roy coyly said, âSounded like she really wanted a kid the other night.â
âOh, shut the fuck up, Roy,â Dick said, getting up and covering his ears. Jason felt his face flush and told Roy the same. The last thing he needed was his sex life being aired out to his brother, of all people.Â
Roy sat there with a shit-eating smirk on his face, and that annoyed Jason to no end. Yet, it somehow got him to think about your future together. Did you want kids? More importantly, did he want kids? His entire childhood had trauma after trauma, and he wondered if he wanted to bring his kid into a world where that could happen. Then, he thought about what would happen if the two of you got around to kids or something like that. He liked the idea of Halloweens, summer vacations, and family dinnersâThe whole lot of it. So, Jason grew quiet as he pondered on the idea, playing out scenarios in his head.Â
He continued to ponder on the subject until he returned to your apartment. Jason stared up at the ceiling as he listened to your breath slowly lighten. He should just let you sleep, he thought, but the question of children was still swirling through his mind.Â
âBabe, I have something to ask you,â Jason said. You hummed a tired 'what'. Hesitantly, he finally asked, âDo you want kids?â
Now, that seemed to wake you up, because you lifted your head to squint at him through the darkness. âWhat?â
âDo you want kids?â Jason asked again, more sure of himself this time.Â
âBabe, what the hell,â You said, looking at the time on your phone. âItâs one in the morning, you canât be asking questions like that.â
âOh, um, sorry, I just was thinking about it andâŠâ
âGo back to sleep, itâs too late and weâre both too tired to be talking about serious topics like this. This is a conversation you have after breakfast,â You said. When you laid your head back down the room fell into silence, and Jason wasnât too content with the answer. He thought about waking you up again, but you suddenly mumbled, âIâd have your kids, though.â
Jason nodded, smiling. You wanted his kids, and that made his heart feel all sorts of feelings. Closing his eyes, he pictured a little him or you running around. A baby with your sweet eyes would make the world a perfect place.Â
Pressing a kiss to your head, he whispered, âIâll make a good breakfast.â
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