#sweet beautiful baby adonis

[jimmyspades]

[sleep-0-deprived]

Yandere CEO who is serious and strict but becomes a real puppy at the reader's feet, he gives everything the reader wants and kneels before him asking to be able to touch and give pleasure to the reader.

Yandere CEO x male reader imagines~! ૮꒰ྀི ⸝⸝․․⸝⸝ ྀི꒱ა

A/N (I did the Yandere as a sub top and I thought of the Yandere being mid forties while reader being late twenties because I thought it fit best anon!) <33

Just imagining Yandere CEO being a complete heartless man to the world, old and cold as they say. Until he seen your resume running across his desk and if you told him of love at first sight he would scoff at you and kick you out but oh my, when he seen the small picture of you next to your resume he didn’t even care to read it because this man was going to have you. The only words he could think of was “he must’ve been crafted by the gods, I bet Adonis himself spent his life carving those lips” shivers went through him dialing your number trying to get a interview with you.

Just imagining Yandere CEO who hires you at first for your pretty face making you his assistant putting you a desk in his office wanting all eight hours of your days to be spent close as he can get to you, being soft and sweet for you unlike his mean and cold demeanor with the rest of his employees. he’d glance over at you typing something on your computer quietly asking “are you alright? Did you need a break, your hands aren’t sore are they?….i can get you into a nice spa if you’d like. I don’t want my best employee burnt out”

Just imagining Yandere CEO who gets you gifts on the daily nearly pouting if you tell him not to, all he wants is for you to cling to him! He’d beg and plead asking you to let him suck you off whispering in your ear “let me help you out, boy?…I wanna ease you up a bit, you deserve the best so just let me give it to you” he’d mumble getting on his knees and massaging your thighs nice and gentle getting your cock out of your slacks worshipping it nuzzling his face into it peppering your angry tip with wet kisses.

Just imagining Yandere CEO who sends you flowers takes you on fancy trips. Sending you to Rome with him when he goes to sort out business you’re sitting somewhere in a fancy restaurant holding his black card telling you “buy anything you want, I wanna spoil you baby..” and by the time he gets back to your five star hotel room all he asks os for all your affection groaning into your ears holding you by the waist bucking and thrusting his hips up into you from beneath murmuring on and on rambling having you on his cock sending shivers through him “oh you’re so perfect~ pretty little thing~ hng oh fuck moan a little louder you sound angelic like that—“ he’d whimper spilling into you nibbling on your shoulder softly.

Just imagining Yandere CEO who asks you all sweetly if he can have you cock warm him while he manages files, pleading just wanting to please you wanting to have you all sprawled out like a happy cat with his chubby tip pressing and massaging your walls just bullying your prostate while he tugs at your cock like its glass having you orgasming more times than you can count pleasing you like it’s his life’s mission “c’mon baby boy, one more for me? I know you can push it out shhh doin perfect there’s a good boy”

Just imagining Yandere CEO who loves your chest, worshipping them as his holy grail sucking at hurrying his fave in your pretty s/c pecks. Nibbling at your nipples pressing little kisses to your peaks using his hands to massage them while he rotates back and forth making sure each one gets the perfect amount of attention “they are so beautiful sweetheart, god your skin tastes so divine” it was like sex polling with your skin covered in the finest nectar for him driving him insane hazily looking up at you with complete and utter infatuation.

[fabydoll]

ONE NiGHT iN THE SUMMER

❪ 🐚 ❫─── It seems like you wanted to keep one another

ಣ՞. ꒰𝒫airing꒱ dilf!himbo!jungkook && bimbo!fem!reader . . . . ۫ cw, cockwarming ˙⠀⋆ needy reader ˙⠀⋆ power!sub!reader ˙⠀⋆ afterglow ˙⠀⋆ softdom, subby!jungkook ˙⠀⋆ simp!jungkook ˙⠀⋆ implied large age gap ˙⠀⋆ reversed cowgirl ˙⠀⋆ implied nipple kink ˙⠀⋆ they fuck in a beach cabin while reader is on vacation ˙⠀⋆ light smut ಣ՞ 𝓛ibrary + ꒰ 𝓜asterlist ꒱

་༘࿐. ݁summer, pinkpantheress (demo) ⋆ charm, lil hero ˖ . ݁ ݁

The moonlight softly slipped into the dimly lit beach cabin, casting a gentle, ethereal glow. The soft moonlight was the only thing illuminating your angelic, glowing, and damp body. The bed whispered and creaked softly, swaying gently along with the sinful sway of your hips as you rode Jungkook to his breaking point.

The poor thing could only suppress his pretty, little needy and whiny moans by stuffing his pretty face in one of the soft, white, fluffy pillows, your greedy little pussy drinking up every last bit of his sweet cum, like a warm pineapple piña colada, coconut cream on top. He tasted so sweet, like Adonis, the angels, Aphrodite had blessed him themselves; you could practically feel him all the way in your tummy.

You felt so warm, so safe, you felt dazed, lightheaded from how good the pleasure felt.

From how good he felt.

Was this how paradise—heaven felt like?

Lifting up his gorgeous face from the fluffy pillow, he groaned; his voice was melodic, simply hypnotic. “Princess, gotta take it easy on me, don’t know how long I can keep up.” He let out another ungodly beautiful moan as you both reached absolute bliss, your eye lustfully rolled back, fulling you up completely until white, creamy streams of cum dripped down on his sunkissed, perfectly sculpted toned abs. A small, adorable pout appeared on your plush, plump, pink lips, as tiny, perfectly manicured hands daintily played with his swore, reddening nipples.

He was so, so pretty.

Earing you, a soft dazzling smile, as big, tattooed hands reached out to tenderly fondle with your lacey, light pink bra, whose straps loosely hung on your small shoulders, giving a tantalizing view of your blooming, and huge tits “Thought you would want another round or two, snice you know I have to go tomorrow.” Jungkook let a lighthearted chuckle, which softly tinkled in your ears, your heart fluttered. “I know, baby, but it’s getting late, and I don’t think can go for another round, knowing you could go all night long, little minx.” He sweetly teased.

You adorably giggled, lovingly bopping his cute nose. You still wanted more; he was just so addictive. You swore you were going to develop a sex addiction just because of him. But he was right; you could already feel the afterglow setting in. The particles of moonlight dust shimmering in the moonshine looked almost ethereal, not as beautiful as the huge brown doe-eyed, dazed lovesick gaze that stared back at you.

Bopping his nose one more time, laying a needy kiss on his plush lips, as light as a feather, you lightly sighed, “Ok, fine, I guess cuddles won’t hurt. I’ll still get to fuck you in the morning, though, right?” His plump lips between pearly white teeth, cheeks turned a light tint; blushing, he hummed, gently placing a strand of your hair behind your ear. Shifting his position, you whined, losing the contact you yearned for so dearly. “No, no, no, don’t pull out yet; you feel so good, kookie.” Jungkook chuckled as you tucked him deeper inside yourself, laying your head on his damp, warm chest.

Listening to his calm, serene heartbeat, the rhythmic sound of gentle ocean waves splashing against the shore, the moonlight glinting off the water, Jungkook’s large, muscular, tattooed arms wrapped around your petite body, whispering sweet nothings and praises, needy kisses that made you giggle and blush, you wish you could stay longer.

In his arms.

𝜗℘ㅤׁㅤ. . fabrianna's thoughts . . . just wanted to practice my smut writing skills tell me whether or not you guys liked it. may or may not make a small drabble series of dilf!jungkook getting fucked by a younger sugar baby/girlfriend. etc. i’m open to suggestions so tell me your thoughts in the comments, toddles.

[vivs-fics]

Baby, Baby

Logan Howlett x Reader

Rating: Mature, no minors allowed. 18+ only.

Warnings: Smut, just absolute pure filth, fingering, oral (F receiving), mild degradation, use of the word ‘slut’ (endearingly), ooc Logan? He's chatty here

Cheeks flush and short, panted breaths escape my lips. “There you go, pretty girl… Taking my fingers so well.” Logan kneels next to me on the disheveled white bedsheets, a god in his own right. The halo of light that surrounds his figure gives him an ethereal glow, the beauty of the heavens manifests in this adonis of a man. A mild, white light emanates from the bathroom behind him and highlights the peppering of grey in his hair. His lips are plump and wet with my slick- remnants of his mouth’s previous assault on my cunt- he runs his tongue over his bottom lip and relishes the taste.

Logan plunges his fingers deeper into my pussy and swirls his thumb over my clit. A wave of pleasure rocks through me and a filthy moan leaves my mouth, prompting a cocky smirk from the man above me. “Oh, baby… Baby, baby…” his voice is gruff, barely above a whisper, as if he is in awe of what he does to me. He removes his fingers and admires the sight of my wetness on his hand. “Look at you. Look at the mess you made on my fingers.”

His eyes are low and half-lidded with desire. Even in the dull light of the bedroom, I can see the fire that burns behind his honey eyes. A fire he swore hadn’t burned in a long time. A fire that has not been extinguished since the first time he touched me. The all-encompassing inferno is almost visible as he leans in closer to me, his fingers running over my lips, seeking access to my mouth. As soon access is granted, he pushes in his index and middle fingers. I hollow my cheeks and run my tongue along the pads of his digits, and a deep, rumbling groan escapes him. “Jesus. Yeah, baby, that’s it.”

His eyes are trained on my lips, he is fixated on the motion of his fingers passing through them. “Taste so fucking good, pretty girl. Do you understand why I’m so addicted to you now? Do you know why I can’t keep my mouth off this sweet fuckin’ pussy?” Logan drawls out, his head tilted down towards me ever so slightly. A whine emanates from my chest, stifled by the thick fingers stuffed into my mouth; the smug smirk plastered onto his handsome face widens. He removes his digits from my mouth and promptly returns them to my pussy, finding it wetter than before.

Logan lets out a satisfied sigh, “You get this wet from tasting yourself, baby? God you’re perfect.” He slows his pace, moving his fingers languidly in and out of my puffy folds. His eyes move from my pussy to my face, contorted in pleasure. “My perfect fuckin’ slutty girl. You were made for me, weren’t you?”

My back arches as he presses against that spongy, sensitive spot inside me. “Fuck, Logan�� Yes, yes, I was- I- Oh, fuck.” My eyes shudder shut, and moans fall from my lips as wave after wave of pleasure rushes over me.

“What’s that, baby? I couldn’t hear you over how fuckin’ well your pussy is taking my fingers.” Logan taunts, pushing a third digit into my soaking cunt. I relish in the fullness, the wholeness, the overwhelming pleasure that it gives me. I am nearly incomprehensible- moans spill out of me with a fervor and intensity that would have the me of three months ago slack-jawed. Before meeting Logan, I had no idea the kind of pleasure it was possible to experience at the hands of another. Prior to him, there had been a string of unfulfilling blind dates and faked orgasms for the sake of courtesy. But now… now there is him. There’s his insatiable hunger for me- his eager and tireless tongue, his roaming hands that pull all kinds of pleasure from my body, his thick cock that fills me up perfectly.

Logan pulls me out of my thoughts with a soft, “Hey,” and a calloused hand placed gingerly on the side of my face. “Pretty girl, come back here to me.” He searches my face, thick eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh, baby. I know, it feels so good, doesn’t it? Can you tell me who’s making you feel like this?” His thumb circles my clit in a steady rhythm, in tandem with the fingers he is pumping in and out of my throbbing cunt.

“’M here… It just- fuck- it feels so- oh fuck.” I pant out heavily as I circle my hips and ride his hand faster, desperately seeking more. More of him, more of what he brings out in me. More. And luckily, he is more than happy to oblige me.

“Y- you. Fuck, Logan. It’s you.” My voice comes out shaky and strained. I clench around his fingers, pleasure flutters through my core and the muscles in my thighs quiver.

“Good, baby. Say it again, and again, and again for me. I need you to say my name until there’s nothing else you can think of but me. You can do that for me, can’t you, pretty girl?” He enquires, shifting and lowering himself down between my legs.

I grind my hips down onto his hand harder, demanding more friction against my clit. I whine in protest when he pulls away from me. I lift my head from the silky confines of the pillow and narrow my eyes at him. Logan’s soft breath fans my folds and he stares up at me expectantly. He raises his eyebrows and inches his face forward, driving his point across.

“Logan. Logan… please. Please, please, please…” I prop myself up on my elbows and shift my hips closer to him, in the midst of my pleading.

A smug grin appears on his face, and he ghosts his lips over my clit. He brushes the sensitive bud and kisses it once, twice. His tongue darts out of his mouth and wets my clit; the sensation causes pleasure to ripple though my body- fire sizzles under my skin and spreads from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes- and a languid moan escapes me. Logan, satisfied with the reaction he drew out of me, continues licking my pussy dutifully. His tongue moves around my clit in an almost rhythmic manner, alternating between delicious figure eights and tight circles.

Hands reach down to him between my spread legs and my fingers thread through his hair. My nails drag across his scalp in one fluid motion, and I clench my fists to tug at his thick, mahogany locks. Logan moans out onto my clit- the vibrations eliciting another filthy whine from me. I push and pull him in short bursts, riding his tongue to further heighten my pleasure. His two fingers push into me once more, filling me up in the most earth-shattering way. The compounded pleasure of his tongue stroking my clit so expertly and his fingers brushing against my g-spot is almost too much to bear. I clench around Logan and my moans become more fervent.

That beautiful man lifts his head quickly, panting hot breaths onto my pussy. “Are you gonna cum for me? Will you give me another one, my pretty girl? Just one more, baby.” He explores my face, searching for the slightest sign of confirmation.

“Yes, yes. Fuck, Logan! Fuck- I- I’m going to cum.” I stutter, breathing labored by the sheer force of the pleasure coursing through my body. Logan grins, adding the slightest bit of pressure on my clit with his left index finger while his right hand pumps three fingers in and out of me expertly. He takes me to the very edge.

Final words of encouragement fall from his lips, “You look so goddamn pretty all fucked out underneath me, baby. Come on, that’s my girl. Cum for me, cum on my fingers.” He encourages, a subtle undertone of urgency present in his words. His eyes meet mine and know that he needs this; he needs me to cum as much as I need him to make me cum.

With an arch of my back and a cry that can be heard all the way up in the heavens, my pussy flutters, clenches and I finish around his fingers. He continues working me through my orgasm. Logan ensures, as he does every time, that he derives as much pleasure from me as he can. As the aftershocks of my orgasm rake through me, so too do the little spurts of exhaustion. With a huff, I sink down into the bed- a blissed out, hazy smile plastered on my face. The bearded man kneeling next to me smiles down at my shattered form, with all the self-satisfaction of the cat who ate the canary.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I pant, my eyes flutter shut momentarily.

“No, baby. Just me.” Earnestness laces his words, and he gets up off the bed. I turn my head toward him and furrow my brows. A layer of sheen sits on his skin, the peaks and valleys of the muscles on his torso shine in the dull light of the bedroom, I get the overwhelming urge to lick him.

Maybe later.

We lock eyes and I see the familiar fire still burning in his gaze. His hands move down to unbuckle his pants, the soft whirr of his zipper descending causes a pang of excitement to bubble in my chest. “What, did you think I was done with you? Oh, baby… my sweet girl,” He shucks his pants off and lets his cock spring free, the mere sight of his hard length is enough to prompt the all too familiar ache in my pussy. “I haven’t had my fill of you, not at all. Not yet, baby…” His voice drops as he speaks. Gravelly, sultry words, dipped in honey fall from his lips.

“You cannot imagine what I have planned for you tonight.”

[andersonfilms]

SWEET RELIEF (MINORS DNI / EIGHTEEN+)

notes. this request is a beautiful, god send. i've been wanting to write about this, but i've kinda been too scared to bc i wasn't sure if anyone would like it. nonnie, u made my week with this request nd i really hope it doesn't disappoint. i changed it a little bit, but not too much. yeahhhhh, i might be ovulating bc?????? anyways.

content desc. eighteen+, huge mommy!kink, sub!abby, dom!reader, masc coded!reader, tall!reader (coded) my lil shorties can still read it too, reader picks up abby, brief mention of reader working out, oral (abby!r), anal (just spit on), fingering, mentions of strap use, squirting, light degradation.

“you’ve been such a good girl. you deserve a reward, don’t you?” your stunner of a girlfriend was bare in front of you. she’s your personal adonis, every muscle sculpted to perfection. her abs clenching, anticipating what your next move would be. freckles scattered around her body, her pierced nipples were so sensitive from all the teasing, swollen and pink, just the way you liked them. abby’s moans were erratic, shallow breaths as you touched her everywhere except where she needs most.

“baby, please. need you to fuck me…so good. jus’ like you always do. you’re pretty little mouth, yeah? need you to taste me.” abby begged as her she found herself shivering. “i’ve been so good, so so good. i didn’t touch myself the entire two weeks you were gone. i’ll do anything, say anything. i just want you to fuck me.”

“you will, won’t you? my babygirl is so desperate to be fucked? isn’t that right?” you flick her clit with your digit. abby cries out your name, deprived of your touch for two weeks, she savors in every moment.

“god, you’re the only one who can make me come. couldn’t even if i tried without you.” as sweet and sensitive as she appears, intentional hands reach for your belt tugging at it, but you slap abby’s hands away.

“nothing is coming off until i make you cum at least….twice on my tongue. does that sound good, baby?” abby eagerly nods, not wanting to per long this any further.

you’re looking her dead in the eye, before your hands wrap around her thighs and pick her up, surprising your girl in the process.

“have you been working out?” you shrug like it’s nothing. abby leans in softly, her lips pressed against yours. she’s never been more attracted to you than she is right now. her strong legs are wrapped around your waist, clinging on as your throw her on the bed.

you climb onto to the bed with her, grabbing ahold of her hips and rotating her body so abby is sitting on her calves, legs bent, sculpted back facing you. she’s fucking divine, as she sits patiently waiting for your touch to guide her. you drinking in her beauty and for the first time, drowning has never sounded so lovely. pretty girl perfectly still for you. there’s nothing more than you need to fuck her so stupid. her cute eyebrows furrowed whenever you ask her question. abby does it when she tries to focus, but all that happens after is stuttering, maybe a fragment of a sentence, before she’s begging to let her come.

tonight isn’t going to be any different. she knows it as you sit behind her, your legs spread so her frame fits, but she doesn’t lean back. abby knows from experience you’ll punish her if she does.

“baby, i don’t think you’ve ever been this good.” you slowly undo the braid cascading down her back. her hair smiles of pine and lavender. you want to drown yourself in the scent.

abby keeps her hands at her sides, but you can tell she’s struggling. her strong hands are balled into fists, knuckles practically pearly white.

“now, bend over for me and show me your pretty hole, baby. show me what belongs to me.” you slap her ass as you lean on your hands, watching her follow your command.

the arc in her back is sinful as she supports her weight on her hands, her knees pressed against the mattress, her pretty pussy is deliciously wet. you’re itching for a taste, but not until you’ve got her a whimpering, pathetic mess.

you bent over her frame, your clothed body pressed against her exposed one. you whisper in abby’s ear, “does mommy have to show you how it’s done? apparently you’ve forgotten, babygirl.”

you create some space before placing a firm hand on her neck, planting her face first in the plush duvet. your hands trails down her spine, pressing enough so she gets the idea. abby arches her back like she’s a fucking pornstar and god you eat it up. she could turn her strength on you, the two of you know that, but she wants to shut her brain off and get fucked and you’ll happily oblige.

you kick her thighs apart further. abby whines but she doesn’t argue.

“babygirl, that’s what i’m talking about. just stay, just like this.” you slap her ass and she jolts forward, her moan caught by the duvet. your hand smooths over the skin, before slapping her again. “good girl. fuck yeah you are. hmm?”

you spit in her puckered hole, your saliva slides down and flows over her cunt. abby wants to just fuck you, wants to full her pussy on yours, she’s so sweet and you’re being a tease. it’s torture. pure fucking torture, but she just has to patient. you’re always so good to her. she knows she’ll get it eventually after you make her cum, but fuck she’s impatient and she wants it now.

for now, all she can do is beg.

“yes mommy, all yours.” abby manages to get out and you slap her cunt as a reward.

“want me to eat out this pretty cunt out? wanna feel my mouth make a mess of this pussy?” abby cries at your words, hands she loves touching the back of her thighs, inside of them, but never where she’s dripping for you.

“please, please, please. i need it so bad. you have no idea how much i missed you, mommy. couldn’t stop thinking about this.”

“thinking about what? tell me babygirl, don’t spare a single detail. you know how much i love hearing you pretty voice, abs.” you kiss her ass, as she struggles to continue. your teeth biting into her well earned glutes and you love to see the shiver wrack her body as she struggles to collect her thoughts.

“i thought about your fingers, how good they feel inside me. i-i thought about when you fucked me the last time, your cunt rubbing against mine and how good it felt. how i squirted all over you and fuck how you just keep going.” abby moaned, overcome with just the thought. “but i mainly thought about your tongue, your mouth sucking on my clit, fucking my pussy as you talk me through it.”

there it was, the soft sniffles clueing you to the tears streaming down her full cheeks. now, you could fucking ruin her.

your plump lips found home on her pussy, soft flicks of your tongue made purchase on her clit. abby was relieved at the sensation. you flattened your tongue against her vulva, her hips rotating so she was riding your skilled muscle. euphoria, it’s all abby felt. all she wanted to feel was this.

she could cum from this alone, but your middle and ring finger found her entrance easily, no resistance was met as you slide them inside her.

“mommy, you feel so good inside me. ah, yeah, right there. oh god, yes, yes, oh mommy. please don’t stop.”

“stop? is that what you said?”

“no! please…i-i need you to make me cum. please make me cum.”

“you think you deserve it?” you taunted abby, moaning against her pussy as your slurped up her sweet nectar, sending a shockwave through abby’s core.

your fingers are hitting the delicious spot deep in her pussy, and you’re hitting it over and over, not relenting for a moment. your tongue joins the whole with fingers for a moment, dipping in and it’s just enough to send abby reeling. not enough to make her cum, but she’s screaming your name, so loudly you wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors abby woke up your neighbors.

“tell me how good it feels, babygirl. yeah? maybe then i’ll let you come.” you command her.

“it feels amazing, mommy. i can’t get enough of it. fucking me so good, so perfect. love being your good little slut. let you do whatever, whenever, just please don’t stop. i’m getting so close.”

“yeah, are you going to cum all over my face? on my tongue?” you grab at her clit with your lips, pulling the bud into your mouth, before flicking it over with your tongue. you circle around the pearl, isolating as you suck on it. your fingers picking up the pace brutally.

abby sounds like an angel being drained by a succubus and maybe it’s what you were. your undergarments were ruined as you humping, well nothing, because this is what it did to you. when abby got off, so did you. she’s so close, you know she is.

you pull from her clit, your thumb doing the work for you so you can press against her frame and whisper in her ear, “cum for me babygirl. yeah? that’s right. squirt all over my fingers like i know you can. such a pretty girl, aren’t you? give it to me, baby. cum right now and i’ll ride your face tonight? c’mon angel, give it to me. right now.”

she does. all over your sinful fingers, she squirts and she gushes over over you as you fuck her through. “oh baby, you’re so good. such a perfect babygirl for me.” abby’s hips ride your fingers as her body wants to collapse, but your free hand holds her left hip and supports her weight.

“feels so good, mommy. fuuuckkkkk.” abby tries to not whimper as she feels the aftershocks of her orgasm hit her like a freight train. your fingers leave and she feels empty again, but you shove your fingers in her mouth and she sucks immediately. tasting herself as your hands press against her throat.

“such a pretty baby, aren’t you? jus’ need your holes stuffed and fucked?” you laugh cynically. “now, let me ride that gorgeous face of yours, alright baby? then, i’m going to fuck this pretty pussy with my cock. would you like that babygirl?”

“please mommy.”

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Hi, bestie, the prompts for our second part of “In bed with Tony Stark” 🥰

new beginnings

smiling by instinct when they see the other

humming when the other starts to caress them while cuddling

"I will love you forever."

In bed with Tony Stark || Part 2

PAIRING || Husband! Dad! Tony Stark x Wife! Mom! Female! Reader

WORDCOUNT || 0.8K

SUMMARY || From the moment Tony found out you were pregnant with his son, his world has turned upside down in the best way possible, and his life changed forever on the day he got to hold him for the first time. That day is now 6 months ago, and he cannot think of a better way than spending it in bed with you and your son, just like when you told him you were carrying his baby.

RATING || Mature

TAGS || Kid fic. Referenced pregnancy and birth (non-graphic). Some R rated descriptions. Use of Italian nicknames.

A/N || Thank you so so so so so much for requesting and proofreading this sweet fic, bestie! I had so much fun and melted hard while writing this, so I'm eternally grateful! 🤍

GIF: @ccbsrmsf1 || All the other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark || Summer of Drabbles || Part 1

The moment you gave birth to your son - Luca Antonio Stark - Tony's world and heart opened up in a way he never thought would be possible, not even when he met you and had the honor of falling in love with you, the love of his life. His life was suddenly filled with many firsts and new beginnings, and he loved every second of it, no matter how exhausted they made him.

Today, Luca turns six months old, and it's a milestone he cannot possibly pass without acknowledging it, so he has decided to make it a fun day for the three of you to enjoy. Most of the time will be spent in bed together, as that is your favorite place to bond and have family time.

Shortly after waking up, Tony got Luca out of bed before bringing him over to you, and he was greeted with a big smile as soon as he walked into his bedroom.

"Good morning, Stellino!" The nickname is one that Tony picked after finding out the gender of your baby under the stars while you were having a date night on the rooftop of Avengers Tower. Since then, he has been nicknamed Stellino or Little Star, and you couldn't be happier with your two boys.

"Are you ready to go and have some cuddles with your Mamma? I think she's been missing you a lot after being away from you for a whole night! I know I sure did," Tony says while changing his diaper and putting on different footie pajamas so he's ready to be fed by you in a few moments.

"Hi, Principessa," Tony says as he walks into the bedroom, smiling on instinct as you see each other. Even after all the years you two have spent together, you can't get enough of him, his sweetness, and the honeymoon phase you're still happily basking in together.

"Hi, Amore Mio. Would you mind cutting up some fruits for me to enjoy while feeding him? I'm starving, and I can't have you away from me for too long today," you say with a small pout, making him smile before leaning down and kissing it away after you have taken Luca from his arms.

"I'll get you anything you want and more, beautiful girl." The words leave you with heated cheeks as you watch him walk away, his butt looking phenomenal in the new sweatpants he got a few days ago. Your mind fills with all sorts of dirty thoughts as you can't stop thinking about him, and you're met with an even better sight as he walks back in.

While his butt looked phenomenal, it's his bulge that steals the show, especially now that he's not wearing any underwear underneath. Every single inch of his length is visible as he walks over, and your jaw practically ends up on the floor as your gaze roams his entire bottom half. The little dusting of black hair leading you to your favorite place is only the beginning, as his Adonis belt finishes it all off.

"You should pick your jaw up before eating any of these fruits, Principessa. Otherwise, I doubt you'll eat anything," he says with a chuckle as he slides underneath the covers again. You don't hear any of it because your mind has gone wild with the thought of having him put all his babies into you as he looks this breathtaking.

Once Luca has had enough of his breakfast, you give him to Tony, allowing them to cuddle for a bit as you take a quick shower before slipping underneath the covers to join your husband and son, now wearing only one of Tony's shirts.

"I love you so much, Principessa. And our Stellino, too. I'm still the luckiest man on earth with you two in my life," he tells you, his eyes focused on Luca as he has fallen asleep in his Daddy's arms.

"I love you too, Amore Mio. I have from the day I met you, and I promise I will love you forever," you whisper as you gently caress his stubbly cheek, making him smile.

"Forever?"

"Forever."

You cuddle into his side, your fingers caressing your son's leg as your head lies on your husband's shoulder. Seeing him sleeping peacefully in Tony's arms is a sight you'll never get enough of, your heart overflowing with love. Then, Tony gently traces abstract figures on your bare skin, and you feel like heaven.

A soft hum leaves your lips as he does, and he can't help but smile. While you may have thought life was amazing before, it is nothing short of perfect now that you spend it with the man you love and the son you've always dreamt of having.

[hamsterclaw]

Fic Library: Jimin

Lost and Found by @kimvtae. An idolverse AU featuring Jimin as a problematic idol who gets sent for rehab in America, where he meets reader. Beautiful writing and reformed bad boy Jimin is characterised so well here.

Adonis by @xjoonchildx. Jimin's a hot paramedic who you meet with a little help from the little old lady next door. Funny, cute and written in Ana's incomparable style.

Put it on me by @jimilter features models Jimin and reader on a shoot and it's laugh out loud funny, snappy and smutty. So so good.

La Grande Maison by @softyoongiionly features Jimin x reader and is a mystery/thriller with great scene-setting and beautifully realised friendships.

I know a place by @augustbutwinter has Jimin and a gender-neutral reader in a sweet pining story about unrequited love.

Fall like moondrops by @madbutgloriouspond is a beautiful story set in a just-post-college AU featuring a dancer Jimin who's determined, sweet, and an all-round decent guy. It captures the end-of-summer vibe and apprehension about upcoming change perfectly.

Devil's in the backseat by @ugh-yoongi is a sexy, smutty tale with banter that's sparky and so so funny, featuring Jimin x f! reader in an established relationship.

Headrush (It's too sweet) by the uber-talented @minisugakoobies is a spiky, sexy, fun, headrush featuring stylist reader and idol Jimin.

Neon Seoul by @readyplayerhobi has a noir murder mystery set in a cyberpunk dystopia and features detectives Jimin x reader. The worldbuilding is stellar.

Make an offer by @bangtanintotheroom features an irresistibly sexy Jimin in a sugar daddy/sugar baby AU.

Of stars erased by @fantasybangtan. I'm a sucker for dystopian future AUs, and this is a story that makes me reflect on how lucky I am to be able to read stories like this, for free. Incredible storytelling by a fantastic writer.

An Ghealach by @theharrowing is sexy horror at it's best. A haunting, ambiguous, unreliable-narrator tale featuring linguist Jimin and a mysterious OC.

Like Crazy by @thatlongspringnight is a beautifully realised story about loneliness and seeking solace in transience that features Jimin x f! reader.

Blunt Rotation by @gimmethatagustd is a law school AU featuring pretty boy Jimin and weed girl reader. Funny, chaotic and razor sharp.

Weight by @augustbutwinter features Jimin x f! reader and is set in a semi-historical, royal AU, where nothing is quite as it seems.

Menace by @eoieopda features Jimin x Kim! reader in an irresistible relationship dynamic characterised by brattiness and hate sex and a Jimin who lives up to the title of the story. So so good.

The airport couple: P(ass)enger from hell by @dovechim features frequent traveller Jimin and TSA agent reader and is so good I've reread it time and again. Cracky, hilarious and Jimin is perfectly written as an outrageous little shit.

On the borderline by @jimilter is a friends to lovers AU in progress that's a super fun read - deliciously smutty, angsty and infused with Ash's signature brand of humour.

Red flag by @xjoonchildx has rich boy Jimin x reader in a witty, sparkling smutty caper that's a romp of a read.

Shadows in the graveyard by @minisugakoobies is sexy, kitschy, schlocky horror at it's best featuring reader x Jimin stranded in the woods.

[bubblergoespop]

My Top Guy Quotes

silly pizza manヽ(*＾ω＾*)ﾉ @capitalisticveins @miya-akiko he has been delivered!!

“You’re a jerk. Well. I like jerks.”

“We can’t be getting outta bed before 10, that’d be crazy, that would violating countless labor laws.”

“Oh, you are getting close. Hi! Hi baby. I love youuu~”

“I missed you. I always miss you. Days are long when you’re not around.”

“Jealousy’s a disease, get well soon to those bitches.“

“Come on, take my hand. Well if you don’t, I mean you could get lost on the way. Anything could happen.”

“I am not a menace. I am the menace. And I am your menace. I love you, honey.”

“I don’t need all that shit. I love you just like this. Eye rolling and grumbling is a totally valid love language.”

“Dishes? Dishes? You want me to do dishes? […] Honey, I like a little degradation as much as the next guy, but can’t you just put me on a leash instead, like a normal couple?”

“Let go of me, ahhhh I’m being repressed!”

“Oh, no, no I’m kidding, come here, don’t pout. Yes you are, you are pouting. It’s cute.“

“I vacillate wildly between either looking like an Adonis sent down like a gift or a literal gremlin that couldn’t pull numbers if his life depended on it.”

“No, you smile plenty. And it’s a beautiful smile when you grace me with it. It’s special when you smile.”

“But you are a softy with me. And the other people you care about. You feel things deep. That’s not a bad thing.”

“And how exactly do you expect to keep me in this bed now that you’ve got me here, hmm? Thought about that? Ooohhh gon’ tie me down, fifty shades of honey oooo~”

“You look really cute bundled up in bed like that. Shut up, yes you do. My cute little grumpyface. Aw is my grumpyface mad at me?“

“Aw. That’s so sweet. Who are you and what have you done with my lover? [hit] Ow, okay, there you are.”

“What do you mean you’re gross? You’re not gross, you’re amazing.”

“Thank you for seeing something in me. Something that mattered. Nah, I was talking about my ass.”

“You know wordplay reminds me of? Tongue-twisters! You know what tongue-twisters remind me of? Tongue-kissing, let’s explore that topic shall we—ow ow ow”

“That’s not nothing, that’s called quality time honey.”

“I only wanna be supine if I’m being supine with you!”

“I’m a bad bitch, you can’t kill me~”

“Ew, you can’t give me a forehead kiss, that’s too sweet! Who are you? Why would you do that, being all tender and sweet, that’s gross, you’re gross. No, don’t go. I like you tender and sweet and gross.”

“You have a wonderful hand. It does exquisite work. Ooo don’t make a boy a promise, you betta use it to cover this mouth, fifty one shades of honey ooo~.”

“Making my stupid jokes isn’t as fun without you rolling your eyes and pretending to hate it.”

“Is that why you put up with my memes and shit? Cause I got a big dick and a great ass?”

“I’ll never be sorry for a chance to spend a day at your side.”

“—eh, “Buy Low”, “Start Low”, what’s the difference? You say tomato, I say I wanna put my head between your thighs, it’s semantics.”

“It’s about your thighs wrapped around my head like you’re trying to crush a watermelon. Aw, come on, I’m made of tough stuff. Or not, but hey, that’s a hell of a way to go.”

“You know what this means though, right? Oh my god, they were roommates!”

“Honeybabydarling.”

“But I’ll restrain myself. At least until I can convince you to restrain me. Preferably to our bed. Unnhh.”

“I want to make you squirm under the touch of my fingers and the heat of my mouth and the weight of my tight, straining body pressed flush against yours. And then at some point you can shampoo my hair, cause that always feels nice.”

“Okay, okay, very serious… Canasta. Nasty canasty. Ow—!”

“I’m ready for instruction, professor. Mmm. Mmhmm. I think you’ll find I’m a very hands-on learner. Unnhhh.”

“Do they have to match suite kiss me. Hmm? No, I asked do they have to match suite kiss me, like does the whole canasta kiss me have to be the same suite please kiss me. I don’t know what you mean kiss me. […] kiss me, kiss me really hard.”

“Because no one’s gonna tell me I’m too sexy to be who I am.”

“And maybe I wanna get some, I don’t know! Who said that? Wait— who said that? Wait, who was that? I mean that wasn’t me… shit.”

“That’s my brain, and the only thing that’s gonna wake it up is some kisses. Slow sexy kisses. With tongue. For. You know. Kinetic energy. Transfer. In my mouth. Our mouths.”

“Thank you, honey. I don’t know. For a lot of things. For the water. For hanging out with me. For putting up with me. For being so hot and sexy. I repeat, for putting up with me.”

“I’d lick it off the fucking floor at this point if that’s what you want— anything. That’d be pretty fucking hot actually.”

“I love you, hun.”

“Ah, mm, no. I saw the smile. Yes you did, you can’t hide it from me.”

“Anyway, I am half naked. You are very mean. That’s very hot. You and me honey ain’t nothing but mammals so, uh, whaddya say we do it like they do on discover channel, unhh? Well, you know, personally I was thinking a little less nature documentary and a little more battle bots, you know? Like, I want you to just fucking snap me like a twig!”

“Can’t steal what’s already yours. That’s why you can’t steal my heart cause it’s already yours. Do not groan at me!”

“With you, silence doesn’t feel bad. You looking at me doesn’t feel scary. It feels really good. Feeling seen by you feels good.”

[katsukikitten]

Again inspired by the kween Marqi kisses for her

You run your tongue across your teeth as you watch your hulking, way too nice boyfriend grab something from the top shelf for a shorter woman.

Which normally his kindness was a turn on for you, it still is because you know you should be a kinder person like him, especially to strangers but there was a line to be drawn when it came to manipulators. One your sweet nerd of a boyfriend obviously didn't see.

The woman was pretty, had assumed you in all black with your 90s pig tails and two front strands was here all by yourself. Moody makeup would obviously clash with the man's soft freckles and warm sunshine smile. As if you were a thundercloud rolling in to dampen the summer day.

Watching her ask for help but not really even wanting whatever the fuck was on the top shelf. Not moving as she made attempt after attempt to reach the item to show that she couldn't, trying to seem helpless and make her ass bigger at the same time.

Hoping he'd do that thing where he presses his strong body against hers, that his shirt would ride up and show the beauty mark or two that adorned his Adonis belt and that maybe, if the girl was lucky, she could feel him growing hard against her ass.

Your sharp black claws bite into your skin, counting down from ten, starting over when you get to eight six times over before you can even imagine to get down to five.

He doesn't do as the random girl wishes, if anything he stands a good distance apart, reaching from the side to grab the canned item that conflicts with her very organic and fresh vibe her hand basket was going for. Her embarrassment is evident and quick after she asks a question. Watching Izuku's body language turn to apologetic as he bows his head of wavy dark emerald curls before tilting it towards you.

Watching horror cross her features as you grip the cart filled with food for your shared apartment with a white knuckled grip. Yet still the jealousy burns hot in your stomach, clawing at your heart until it was ripped to shreds.

This was exactly why you dated mean ones, the golden retriever types made you feel crazy.

Wholly possessive.

Still he comes over with his disarming smile letting his thumb swipe over your cheek. Letting his emerald eyes stare down at your signature shego top lip, fixing his dark green flannel you threw on to fight the cold in your dark leggings and t-shirt.

A glint in his eyes that darkens further proving that maybe your sweet boy wasn't as innocent as he claimed to be. Leaning over to press his lips to yours, hiding your lipstain that morning so the dark creamy makeup could stick to his lips.

Softly whispering into your ear, knowing he didn't have any ill intentions or was trying to make you jealous despite his next words. In fact he didn't think anything of helping that woman until he saw that look of anger in your eyes that made his cock throb with need when he made his way back to the cart.

"Now you know how I feel when the mean ones flirt with you." Voice darkening as he adds, "Like they could ever make my mean girl smile like I can. Scream like I can."

Then he moves away, with a bright smile on his face after he pops his lips to even out the black pigment from yours. No longer the dark looming man he was just seconds ago.

"Come on baby, we still have to get cake to bring to the party."

[awesomerextyphoon]

In From the Cold

Summary: Bucky comes home with little friend he found on a cold winter night. 

Pairing: Bucky x Black Female Reader 

Rating: 16/Teen

Word Count 1.2K

A/N: Some of the words are in Igbo with translation. Thanks to @mrsmischief209​ for the beta!

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“I hope Bucky gets back soon. The food’s getting cold,” your worried eyes spied the clock as thick flurries of snow blanketed the ground. 

“Don’t worry Mommy!” your daughter, Obioma, reassured you from the dinner table, “Daddy will be back soon! We aren’t being chased by bad men anymore!” 

“I know, I know Oma Nwam (dear),” you murmured as you kissed your daughter’s forehead, “It’s just that I worry.” 

And who could blame you? 

Ever since you met James three years ago, people have been after you. 

It started when you wanted to go to Trader Joe’s for movie snacks. You wanted to reward yourself for a grueling week of work and for picking up your co-workers slack again. The bright red of the store sign graced your skin when you heard a blast. 

The vestiges of HYDRA was looking for their Winter Soldier and they were done being tactful. 

Everything was a flurry of reds, oranges, yellows, and black as people ran for shelter. You almost vomited when you saw a man get sliced in half by falling debris. 

You plummeted to the ground after get the wind knocked out of you by the frantic crowd of panicked civilians. Closing your eyes in defeat, you waited for Death’s sweet embrace. But it never came. Instead, strong arms carried you to safety. 

You were saved by an angel who insists on being called otherwise. Though he did accept your offer to bum off your couch for a few days. 

Soon you realized that the Adonis who saved you was the one and only Bucky Barnes. You giggled at his bashful expression when you called him out on it. Here’s a man who battled against Captain America on equal footing, but couldn’t look you in the eye at a small question. 

It didn’t take long for the two of you to become friends in between running from HYDRA, Secret US Government Organizations, and assholes who wanted his vibranium arm. 

–––––

The first kiss came as an accident. 

You were watching Lily & Stitch and Bucky was having a moment connecting to Stitch and you to Lilo. 

Bucky turned to you and wondered,“Do you think…I could change? Become a better person?”

You frowned at the tears welling up in his eyes. Here was a man who was nearly abandoned as POW experiment by his nation in during WW2 before being saved by his friend. A man who then was mind raped for nearly TWENTY YEARS until those fucking dobbers got their ‘fist’. A man who was trapped in his own mind for decades committing unspeakable crimes against humanity and the planet for the powers who wanted to ‘guide the people’. A man who never got to say goodbye to his loved ones robbed of nearly every chance to find peace. 

A man who despite everything he’s been through, he still wants do good and protect others. 

“Bucky, you are so much more than what HYDRA made you. You’re my angel,” you declared as you went in to kiss him on the cheek. 

––––

It took about two months of Sam and Nat ribbing both of you for being idiots to start dating. Barely two dates in and Steve caught you making out in the car like a couple of horny teenagers. 

Sam got a picture of it and sent it to Natasha. 

You gave birth to Obioma eight months later. 

A few months after giving birth to your beautiful baby girl, the US Gov’t finally backed off when Nat threatened to dump info on several redacted projects to the public. 

For the first time in nearly a century, Bucky was at peace. 

Then your daughter started walking at five months and talking at seven. Plus she crushed a hard plastic toy in her chubby little hands which caused your anxiety to spike for a bout two seconds before remembering Nat strong-armed the US Gov��t into getting off your backs.

––––

“Mommy! Mommy!” Obioma exclaimed, running to the front door, “Daddy’s home!” 

“Hello sunshine!”, Bucky picked up his adorable daughter,” How was your day?” 

“I went to Aunty Nat’s place for playtime and to make cookies! Then I went to Uncle Bruce for studying and met his cousin Jennifer!” 

“You met his cousin Jennifer? What was she like?”

“She’s really nice and fun! Plus, she taught me how to get out of taking a quiz!” Obioma jumped out her Nnam’s (dad’s) embrace bouncing up and down with unrestrained glee. 

“What did she say?” 

“She said to get Auntie Nat-“ 

“She said to get Nat to talk to Bruce in a closet.” You interrupted not wanting a repeat of this afternoon. You had a quick sidebar with cousin Jen. 

“Huh.” 

“Hey Daddy, what’s in your jacket?” Obioma stopped jumping long enough to notice the small lump near the top Bucky’s jacket. 

“Well sunshine,” Bucky knelt in front of the toddler,”This little one,” He slowly unzipped his jacket,”was lost and decided to give our family a chance.” 

Bucky unfurled his large hands to reveal,”Is that a snowball, Daddy?” 

“No Oma,” you giggled,”It’s a kitten.” 

You didn’t know what to make of the next few minutes. Your little Oma backed away from Bucky, afraid of hurting the kitten. 

No doubt she’s heard some of the slander peddled by sad, pathetic mothers with way too much time on their hands. 

She took on step out to your husband and the pure white ball of fur terrified of hurting the little ball of fur. 

“It’s okay, Sunshine,”Bucky coaxed with an outstretched hand,”Come and say Hello.” 

Obioma carefully stretched out her chubby little hand to pet the tiny kitty. 

Her eyes widened with joy when the tiny feline crept into her hands. You were able to sneak in a pic for Nat.

“Where did you find her James?”

Bucky pulled the kitten and his Sunshine into his arms,“I was walking home when a heard a ruckus a few blocks away. Turns out some punks ganged up on this little one.” 

“Oh no! Poor Kitty!” Obioma exclaimed with tears threatening to fall from her eyes. 

“I know, sunshine,”Bucky mumbled into her forehead wiping away her tears, “But this little one was so brave! She refused to back down, but she needed a little help. So I walked up to them and they ran off. Then she ran up to my shoulder like a tree, or a mountain.”

“A mountain?” 

“Yes, Sunshine. Poor little kitty was scared. Probably the first time anyone’s helped her.”

“Can she stay with us, Daddy?” 

Bucky flashed you his ‘playful DILF smile’, “I dunno. It’s gonna be a lot of responsibility taking care of her.”

“Pwlease!” Your daughter flashed the Puppy Dog Eyes and Pout guaranteeing her victory. Both of you have a hard time saying no to her as it is. 

“Alright, Oma,” Bucky passed your daughter to you awaiting arms,”What do you want to call our travel little kitty?” 

“Um, Auntie Nat talked about the Awlps at story time. Mommy, what was the word she used?” 

“Alpine, Nwam.” 

“Alpine!” 

“Alpine it is!” Bucky declared before rubbing his nose against Obioma’s.

“Well, now that we have welcomed our newest member to the family, let’s go eat. The food’s getting cold.” 

“Yay!” Obioma ran to the dining room. 

–––

“My kind angel saved a kitty this evening. That deserves a reward,”You whispered leaning to kiss Bucky only for you to jerk your head , “But, you didn’t call and we were so worried.” 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” 

“I know, I know. I wonder how I’ll reward you?” 

Bucky chuckled and kissed your neck,”I’ll think of something.” 

[fabydoll]

LATE NIGHTS

꒰𓍢ִ໋ ˳ ꒱ ── I’ll always love you with no compromise

་༘࿐. how does it make you feel, victoria monét˖ . ݁

ིྀ ⠀⠀ ׅ 𝓅airing. dilf! himbo! sugar daddy! jk x bimbo! sugar baby! fem. ꣑୧ 𝓰enre.◞ fluff, soft smut. ꣑୧ 𝓌arning.◞ blowjob, nipple kink, size kink, hunky! jk ♡ implied ex-supermodel && ex-porn star! jk ♡ ceo! billionaire! jk, boytoy! jk ♡ implied-ex trophy husband! jk, subby! jk ♡ soft mommy dom! fem, big tittied! reader, big dick! jk, large age gap ꒰ 20, 22 years꒱.◞ ꣑୧ 𝓌c. 1.2k .◞ ꣑୧ 𝓯abrianna’s note. here’s the second drabble of my pretty boy series, enjoy. leave your suggestions for another, toddles. ಣ՞ 𝓛ibrary + ꒰ 𝓜asterlist ꒱

Gently laying on the soft, plush, fluffy white couch, you wore a small, short, and adorable silky pink lace nightgown, your cleavage sitting prettily on display, blooming and blossoming.

A light pink satin robe adorned with two cute, oversized bows was delicately wrapped around you, a sweet aroma of home-cooked food softly danced in the air, the room having a soft glow emitting from the old romantic Italian movie playing.

As you curled up, a soft white daintily sitting pillow on your lap, you had everything ready; the apartment was clean and tidy, dinner was waiting to be eaten, and you already had a warm bubble set up.

All that was missing was—the soft creak of a key turning, had you leaping into Jungkook's warm embrace, the fragrance of his cologne and perfume lingering in the air, peppering kisses all over his pretty face as you held his beautiful sun-kissed face in your small, perfectly manicured hands.

“Kookie! I missed you so much!” Jungkook chuckled softly, tinkling in your ears. You felt butterflies fluttering; he held you tighter. “Mmh, missed you even more, so much more, baby,” mimicking your sweet kisses all over your face.

You giggled as he started to spin you around, head spinning with nothing but delight. “How was work today? Hope they didn’t stress out my baby,” you cooed as he reluctantly and carefully placed you down, as if you were some fragile doll, a large, veiny, muscular hand securely warped around your small waist. You softly pinched his cheeks, adding another kiss as he closed his eyes, soaking up all your attention, dreamily humming.

If there was anything you adored more than your sugar daddy (aside from his pornstar body and adonis-like face), it was just how needy he was, always wanting your attention, affection, and your touch, especially after a long, hard day at the office. He just wanted you, you, you, and you. He was head over heels, to say the least, a complete and absolute simp, just for you.

You sometimes felt you were the bimbo sugar mommy in this arrangement with just how needy he was sometimes. You guessed that trophy husband, boytoy part of him never left.

“I bet my big baby is so hungry, so tired, isn’t that right, babe?” he hummed once again, nodding as you walked into to the luxurious dining room, now both of his large, thick, muscular hands on your waist, tagging along like a lovesick lost puppy, his face tucked into your neck, softly mumbling against your silky skin.

“So, hungry. You smell really good too, new lotion?”

You sweetly giggled, as he immerses his pretty face deeper in the crock of your neck, his hot breath gently tickling you like a soft feather, taking in your sweet and intoxicating scent. “Thanks, and yeah, new perfume, but look, that what I made you, your favorite.” Lifting his head up, ebony hair now messy, his tried, pretty doe eyes widened in childlike delight. Which made you laugh; you couldn’t believe this older hunk of a man could be so adorable.

And he was all yours.

“All, this just for me, baby,” he cooed, slowly turning his plump, pink lips into a little cute pout, gently brushing a strand of your silky hair out of your face, taking in your love filled gaze, showing just how much you loved, cared and adored him, softly kissing you, his lips melting into yours like warm chocolate. “I don’t deserve you, babe. I really don’t.”

“Uh-uh, don’t say that, Jungkook. You deserve all of this and even more.” Cupping his pretty face, you laid a soft kiss on his perfectly sculpted jaw. “Now, enough talking; you need to eat,” you softly command, like a caring mother, bopping his pretty nose each time, laying emphasis each time.

“I would hate for your bubble bath to get cold,” you hummed, gently playing with the pearl buttons on his designer Italian dress shirt. Jungkook softly groaned, wearing a dazzling matinee idol grin. “You made me a bath too? Princess, you seriously didn’t have to do all that.”

He hated when you stressed yourself, especially when it came to taking care of him, he was supposed to do that! You made him dinner, cleaned the whole penthouse, and made him a bubble bath, too? No, that was too much. He was seriously considering getting a maid, so you would just sit and look pretty for him and stop stressing yourself.

“Yeah, I made you a bubble bath and so? Just come and eat or your food will get cold. I work too hard for that, so hard in fact I think I’ll need to book a spa day tomorrow.”

Plush, pink, glossy lips pouting, as you inspected your manicure for any imperfections, Jungkook rolled his doe eyes, smiling. “Hence, why I don’t want you to work or stress yourself, honey. Just look pretty for me like how you look now,” he whispered, drinking in your voluptuous figure. You were just so beautiful; you giggled.

“You like it? Just brought it, with my allowance yesterday.” You gave him a little twirl spin, your sleeping gown twirling like one of a Disney princess.

“You really did?”

“Yeah, I also brought this really pretty pink bra that I think you’ll absolutely love.” You began to cutely ramble on as Jungkook gave you a lovesick grin, intertwining his thick hands with your small, petite ones. Laying you on his lap, as he began to eat.

How did he get so lucky?

Gazing up, Jungkook’s glowing, damp face, beads of sweat rolling down his beautiful sun-kissed face, head thrown back, neck taut. Large brown doe eyes lustfully and seductively, rolling back slowly, perfectly sculptured jaw sightly slacking, as you sat in between his thick muscular thighs, like an obedient puppy, gently tracing and giving small, teasing kitten licks on his enormous mushroom top.

Was truly an experience that only few got a sight of, rumors always went around the modeling and porn industry about his size and how huge, long and thick he is.

Those rumors were so true, oh so true.

It was absolutely beautiful and all yours.

Your big puppy eyes innocently looking up as you licked his tip, savoring every last bit of it, reminiscent of sweet tasting strawberry lemon lollipop, coating your mouth with its sweet citric and sugary taste.

“Princess,” Jungkook let out a pretty, little needy and whiny moan “P-P-Princess, gotta stop teasing and playing around, don’t do Daddy like that.” You let a little pretty giggle, as you watched Jungkook let out some of the most ungodly moans, grunts and whines, they sounded so beautiful like an orchestra of angels singing.

Aww, the poor thing.

“Fine, I’ll stop teasing, only if you don't stop making those pretty sounds.” You knew he wouldn’t stop, in all eternity. You just wanted to hear him beg for it, like the good pretty boy he is.

“Of course, anything you want princess.”

Strings of webbed silky, glossy saliva coated his girthy, veiny cock, acting like a sticky, wet lubricate as you sidled it in and out, in and out, your tongue prettily warping itself around it feeling every vein and muscle, your small hands daintily warped around it. Your delicate hands seemed so small and petite compared to his colossal size.

He was just so big, so thick, so pretty.

You salivated, your brain and body going numb, his cock glistening as he rhythmically fucked himself in your mouth, sensually swaying his hips to a slow tempo, alluringly.

Hands gripping into the silky, velvety bed sheets, only if you could see just how beautiful you looked from up in his point of view, just how good you were making him feel, just how angelic you looked, your long, doll-like eyelashes fluttering as you tried your best to push down your gag reflex. Even though crystal clear, glassy tears were starting to cascading down your cheeks.

Taking all of him in.

Wished, he had his phone next to him too.

“Fuck,” he lustfully groaned; his voice dripping with honey. “Such a good girl, such a fucking good girl, fucking me absolutely dumb, princess. You know that? Taking me in so well.” He swore he could see heaven’s pearly gleaming white gates, and you were an ethereally beautiful angel leading him in as he reached absolute bliss, his big, pretty eyes rolling back, filling up your throat until white, creamy streams of cum were cascading down your plush lips, which you happily lapped up.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, that was amazing, never came so fast.” He dreamily hummed; his tone euphoric. mind misty with the immense orgasmic pleasure he just experienced, as his hazy, dazed eyes looked down at you, your pretty little face enveloped with his sweet, creamy cum, he gently chuckled, cutie. Wiping off some cum from your face, making you giggle in delight, closing his eyes and humming in satisfaction tasting his own sweet cum.

“Thanks, baby for everything, honesty.” You softly and sweetly smiled, hopping on his lap. Your damp, wet panties, sitting atop of Jungkook’s still sensitive, pulsating cock, forcing a smile as you giggled that his adorably cute uncomfortably horny face. “Your welcomed, anything for my favorite zaddy.” You gently laid a soft kiss, making him snort.

“But you know, I could still go for another round, after all I want to feel good too.” you seductive begin, “only got to fuck you in my mouth,” gently and painfully slowly rubbed his aching nipples through his dress shirt, slowly grinding your damp, wet spot on his erecting cock. Making, Jungkook groan, throwing his head back “Are you that needy, sweetheart? What about that bubble bath? It’ll get cold by the time where done.”

You bit your heart shaped lips, just one more round, didn’t he get just how much you craved him? “I know, I know, I know, we’ll be done by than besides, I’ll let you suck my tities.”

“Deal.”

[iluvsith]

soda x reader🫣💋🩷 (no pride)

“PEPSI-COLA.”

Warnings- hes really stupid. thats it. Thats the story.

He was a sight to behold.

Sodapop wasn’t the brightest- that much was evident. He was a hyperactive , sweet soul, and school truly never did him any good. He tried, and tried, but he never succeeded academically, his brain often turning to mush as soon as he tried to memorize something as simple as his time tables.

God was he beautiful though.

Caramel colored strands of hair, baby blue eyes- a soft, sensitive face. He was a monet, a modern-day adonis.

And he was all yours. He may have been a little daft, too trusting, but none of that mattered as his (mostly empty) head sat in your lap, delicate hands tracing through his soft hair. Sodapop curtis rarely cried, and when he did? he had a good reason.

“Pony and Darry…they just- they keep puttin’ me in the middle of it.” He chokes out quietly, sniffling as he looks up at you. He was pretty, even when he cried, his eyes somehow more beautiful with a layer of tears over them- and if you weren’t so preoccupied with him currently, it would’ve been hard to not admire them.

All you can do is hum in agreement, brushing his hair out of his pretty face and nodding along. “I know, I know honey.” you try to say, your tone of voice soft and careful. He sniffles, his nose a light hue of pink as he looks up at you. It was tragic, in a way seeing him cry. It was like seeing a kicked puppy- or mouse. He eventually calms, his sobs turning to small sniffles as he rubs his teary eyes.

“I love you-” He starts, his voice small and croaky from crying.

“i love you too, Pepsi-cola.” You say lightheartedly, hands still threading themselves through his hair- trying to calm him down. He might have been severely retarded, but he was yours.

And as he closed his eyes and fell into a tear induced, dreamless sleep, you could only hope things wouldn’t get worse.

[pink-valkyrie-writes]

Winter days

-Moira O’Deorain x gn! reader

-fluff, short and sweet:)

-warnings:talk of nipples (lol)

-note: i also headcanon she has two fully trained and well behaved doberman dogs based on her one spray with them (one being a puppy and the other fully grown) i also gave them random names lol

Moira hates winter time. She dreads going outside with the cold air that nips are her face and how hot she feels when she has to layer clothes to even step outside. You knew that your girlfriend got cold easily and especially hated the feeling of her hands being freezing. But it seems that you make it all better.

Moira has always been an early riser in the morning but when winter hits, she would like to stay bundled in bed with you were the warmth is. When her alarm forces her awake from sleep, she drags herself out of bed to make you both cups of coffee. Wearing warm clothes to bed doesn’t help her either, she still gets out of bed with cold feet and her nipples already poking through her long sleeve. God she hates the cold.

It’s been a little over a year since the two of you made it official, last month being your 1 year anniversary. You always found yourself at her apartment more often than yours. The irish woman is not one for pda or any type of affect in public where others could see. But in her own space, she would let her guard down a little and let you cuddle next to her, kiss her whenever, and hold her hand.

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You both met each other by being agents at Talon. Sombra had the pleasure of touring you around and meeting the staff and the council of Talon that would you be a part of. Meeting people as Amélie, Gabriel and Akande were a bit nerving wracking because of their tough exterior. Siebren was a joy to meet because of his excited nature of a new member.

When you finally meet Moira, you immediately took note of her. She’s tall, elegant, incredibly intelligent, and beautiful. She happened to take note of you as well, not only to what your powers or abilities may be and what you could offer, but to her, you were also very cute to her. 

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You slowly woke up to the cold feeling of your girlfriend no longer holding you close to her chest. Opening your eyes, you see that her side of the bed was already neatly made while you were asleep. Taking a deep breath, you got up and join the world of the living and finally make your side of the bed. You slept just fine and made a mental not if you not even being cold when getting out of your shared bed.

Making your way out of her room, you found her in the small kitchen area with her arms folded across her chest and she watched the coffee she made brew. Her two dogs Adonis and Baby, the puppy you named, took notice of your presence and came towards you to greet you and get pets from you.

Moira turned around and smiled, “Good morning, dear,” she smiled at you as you came closer. You engulfed her in a hug, “Good morning, my love,” you said before she leaned down to kiss you. You rested your head on her chest as she shivered, “It’s so cold this morning, I can feel your nipples poking through your shirt,” you joked as she scoffed. “It’s a biological reaction that I can’t help,” she said, pretending to act stern as she kissed the crown of your head.

Once the coffee was done, she grabbed your mug first knowing you like sugar and cream added to yours, contrasting to her liking if just plain black coffee. She poured in the creamer then added the heart shaped sugar cubes that she “found half off at the store” rather than admiring she found them cute just for you.

As you both took a sip from your mugs, you began your morning ritual of feeding her dogs, showering together, getting dressed, and Moira making you run out in the cold to warm up her car, it was time for work. As she wrapped a scarf around her neck, she sighed, “I hate going out in this weather,” she mumbled, grabbing her bag.

“I know you hate it but least the car will be nice and warm,” you smiled as you zipped up your jacket. The both of you the dogs a few pets before leaving and going to work.

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 Being at work without Moira by your side feels a lot loner and slower. The both of you plus some other members of Talon are going on a mission in a few days so you had to train and be prepared. The only free time you would have is a lunch break with her but everyone and their mother knows that she is a workaholic and won’t stop for nothing. 

 Hell, even being allowed in her lab was a privilege if you weren’t her or a lab assistant of hers. Of course, to her you were special, if you even wanted to do lab experiments with her without any previous knowledge of field of work she would. All she would tell you to do was put on a lab coat and wear protective googles, though she doesn’t do it herself.

 Somehow, you were able to coax her out of the lab to go out to lunch with you. You both passed a now frozen lake along the way, hearing and see kids play in the snow with each other while their parents stayed to the sides to talk on the phone. As the both of you walked to her favorite Thai restaurant, she started to get closer to you. You looked up at her, “What’s wrong?” you asked, knowing it was very out of character of her to be very close to you in public. She huffed and puffed, “It’s freezing... But I know you want to take me out so I would be able to eat but..” she paused, raising her hands close to her face and exhaling hot air, “I feel bad I act like a baby because of the weather,” Moira admitted.

 You smiled at her, grabbing her hands to intertwine with yours. You kissed the knuckles of both her corrupted and normal hand, “It’s okay Moira, you’re not being a baby and it’s completely normal. You know I hate summertime because of how fast I can get hot compared to you,” you gave her knuckles another kiss, “This also means it gives me another excuse to kiss you,” you ended, smiling up at her.

 She also couldn’t help but smile, though she hates public affection, she felt like she was only with you there with you. She laughed a bit and hid her face with your hands, “You always know what to say my love,” she then returned the favor of kissing your hands, “Let’s go eat, yes?’ You nodded, holding her hand to make your way to go warm her up with her favorite food.

[lillaydee]

Not the Jealous Type

Francisco 'Catfish' Morales / Reader

Part of the Frankie and Emma Morales Series

You and Frankie were never the jealous type. Not at all.

WARNINGS: Jealousy, Soft Francisco "Catfish" Morales, Sweet Francisco "Catfish" Morales, Insecurity, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Guest appearance by Oberyn Martell and Mentions of Joel Miller, Pregnant Reader, Some 'Catfish' Action.

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You were not the jealous type. Never had been. Even back when you were with Joel, and he was actively trying not to show people that you were together, you were never jealous when ladies went up to him and batted their eyelashes at him. You knew he would never look at them like that. Heck, even when Jen came back, clearly announcing that she wanted Joel back, and you knowing that he would go back to her before she even expressed her intentions for returning, you were not jealous. Hurt, yes. Sad, yes. Upset, yes.

Jealous? No.

Your husband Frankie was an adonis of a man. He was gorgeous. Blatantly so. This man looked gorgeous even when he was scratching his butt wearing just his boxers while making your morning coffee, hair all tousled with drying drool on his chin and crusties in his eyes. Women turned their heads when he walked into a room, even in his usual understated simplicity, wearing his old jeans with some old T-shirt and flannel, his hair never with product on, his facial hair trimmed just for convenience and never for beauty, wearing his ratty old Standard Oil hat that he took from his old work place years and years ago. His idea of making the extra effort was putting deodorant on. You bought him cologne once, and he had worn it exactly six times, all when out with you on extra special date nights, ones where he left his hat at home and ran a comb and a bit of baby oil on his hair, wearing the one pair of good jeans he had and a nice dress shirt instead of a flannel. He wore his special date boots for those nights, instead of that khaki coloured ones you spilled your coffee on the second time you saw him.

You knew the ladies swooned over him. You were used to it. But the thing about Frankie was, he was blind to these stares and glares from the ladies. He only saw you. He was head over heels in love with you and did not leave any room for doubt to anyone about it. His hands were practically superglued to you anytime you and him were in the same room.

Walking? His fingers were interlaced with yours. Stopping to look at something? His hand wrapped around your waist. Talking to someone? His hands on yours, his chin on your shoulder. Watching a concert? His hands wrapped around your entire body, letting you use him as a wall to lean on.

And don’t even get you started when you were alone in the privacy of your home.

So, no. You were not the jealous type to begin with, but especially not with Frankie. He had never given you a reason to be jealous.

You went to his office one day, he had texted you that he might not make your usual Facetime lunch date that day; they were interviewing for a new receptionist, and a very important client was coming in for a meeting. So you got him and the guys – including those who worked for them some sandwiches from the café and brought them over. No sense in making them get their own when they were this busy, and knowing them, they might just work through lunch and not eat. These men were focused when they work, and could go without proper food for days, if you recall their stories about their missions correctly. So rather than risk them having some energy bars in between interviews and meetings, you thought you’d do this for them, especially since they’d always done so for you and the ladies.

They were in the meeting room when you arrived, a group of very immaculately dressed young ladies sitting all prim and proper in the lobby of the office. They were all stunning, freshly manicured and done up, no hair out of place, their bodies looking perfect – everything was up to there, tight and in place. You took a seat, intending to wait for one of the guys to come out, the box of sandwiches and drinks placed on the reception desk.

“Are you here to deliver their lunch?” one of the young ladies asked you.

You nodded, giving her a smile.

“What did they order?” another asked. Before you could answer, another asked her why that was important.

“If one of us gets the job, we should know. Where do you work? We should make a note.”

“Oh, I’m not…”

“I bet it’s some place healthy. Have you seen these men? Phew…” one chimed in, fanning herself with her hand. “I swear none of them would look out of place in GQ.”

The rest of the ladies nodded, their eyes closed, quietly swooning over your husband and his brothers.

“Are they taken, do you think?”

“I think they all have wedding rings on,” someone said.

“Well, those come off, you know! It would take a very special lady to make a man loyal.”

“That tall blonde one, the serious one, whoa papa.”

“I’m more of the younger one, the labrador puppy of a man, he’s so hot.”

“Did you see the behinds on the one with jet black hair? He’s so compact!”

“Oh yes…”

“Okay, for me, it’s the one with the cap.”

All of them swooned. I know what you mean, they all mumbled.

“He’s so quiet. We all know what that means. It’s always the quiet ones. And that scruff? Oh mama.”

“And did you see how tight those jeans he’s got on are?”

They all hummed, leaning back on their chairs, nodding quietly.  

You wanted to laugh. He would be so embarrassed if he heard all this.

“You know, he actually made me feel like I don’t really want the job. They all seemed very serious and professional when it came to work. Maybe if I don’t work here, I could get to know him better, privately, married or not.”

The all laughed.

And suddenly you couldn’t.

Thing was, you look nothing like these ladies. You will never look like them if you tried. You had what, ten, fifteen years on them? At least. And with the way your body was changing, especially now that you were five months along, suddenly you felt all hot and bothered.

None of your old clothes fit you anymore. You had been reduced to wearing maternity pants with the stretchy waist just to be comfortable. Your boobs were sore and exploding out of your delicate, pretty, fancy bras, and you had to wear the sensible maternity ones for comfort. Your panties were practically shorts.

Right now, you had sensible shoes on, these ladies were in impossibly high heels, making their legs look miles long. And you felt as if you’d gotten shorter and frumpier with all the efforts you had to take to make yourself even the slightest bit more comfortable. Even your hair felt fat. You couldn’t even cross your legs comfortably anymore. Getting up and sitting down was becoming more and more difficult. And you were always hungry. What if the baby came out, and you didn’t lose any of the weight you’d put on? And don’t even mention the gas you’d been producing out of nowhere.

Shit.

He loved you, sure he did, but he’s a man. What if he was alone with one of these perfect specimens? Would he still remember the old, fat, frumpy, gassy ball and chain waiting for him at home?

The door leading to one of the meeting rooms opened, and Frankie stepped out, a gorgeous redhead coming out after him. He talked to her a bit, his eyes on the iPad he was holding, confirming a few things with her. Her eyes were definitely on his lips, her own pouting, looking extra plush with the glossy lipstick she must’ve just freshened as she was called to go in. She shook his hand as she thanked him, licking her lips a bit, biting her lower one as he let go of her hand, thanking her for coming.

“Oh, I don’t mind coming at all,” she said.

As much as you wanted to cringe at that lame line, your head just felt cold. Your chest felt cold. Your stomach felt cold. What the actual fuck?

Frankie, on the other hand, did not seem to notice. He turned to the other ladies waiting, apologizing for the wait, before studying the iPad again.

The ladies all shook their heads, telling him they didn’t mind waiting at all, eyes practically devouring his body. If the things they said about him out loud were such, you didn’t even want to know what they were thinking right now as they ran their eyes up and down his body, one in particular was too focused on the area under his belt.

One of the ladies stood up, “Your lunch is here, Mr Morales, could I get it for you?”

He looked up from the iPad and turned, seeing the box on the reception desk, turning around again and finally saw you. His serious face lit up, his head immediately cocked slightly and he came over, helping you get up, pulling you into his arms and giving you a sweet kiss. He pulled you into a corner so that you were slightly hidden from the staring ladies. “Hello baby, what you doing here?”

“I just wanted to bring you guys lunch, thought you might be hungry. Didn’t want you guys to survive on granola bars again.”

He looked touched at your gesture, thanking you over and over as he kissed you again and again. “You want to wait in my office? I put the couch in, you could lie down for a bit? I have maybe five more interviews. We can have a late lunch together? You can have the granola bar I was having for lunch while you wait,” he coaxed, his face hopeful.

“No, I should go. I have a meeting in an hour.”

He kissed you again, his hand taking a cheeky venture down to your fat ass and squeezing it. You could feel his breathing change, so you pulled back, swatting his chest lightly, laughing a little at his disappointed face. You gave him one more kiss to appease him, and pulled your hand away from his reluctant one as he called the next lady in for her interview.

She stood up, smiled dazzlingly at him as he went inside, looked you up and down, and blatantly rearrange her girls so they popped more, and with a smirk, went inside after him.

Great.

You put your coat on and walked out, the remaining ladies glaring at you as you did. Images of one of them kneeling between his legs during the interview invading your mind.

God, you hoped so badly that he didn’t come home smelling like perfume.

What was happening to you?

You were not the jealous type. So this, was not making any sense. 

No, you were not the jealous type. 

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You needed to reiterate. Mostly to yourself, but you needed to say it out loud anyway – just to make yourself hear it.

You were not the jealous type. Never were. Never will be.

BUT.

They hired her. HER. That young little thing who proudly proclaimed she had the hots for your Frankie. The one who rearranged her ‘girls’ right before going in for an interview with him, all the while smirking at you, knowing that the baby in your belly was his.

Shameless. So shameless.

Frankie told you when he came back from work after your visit two days ago. Told you that you brought the company luck that day. He had been interviewing candidates for two days, and just as you came in, the next candidate he interviewed was just perfect for the job. He was so happy, the boys were all so happy, texting you in the group chat proclaiming you to be their lucky charm, complete with pictures of the cereal boxes.

Great. Just Grrreat!!!

Wait, no, that was Tony the Tiger.

Focus.

And the next day, she brought cupcakes for everyone. And of course, they were Frankie’s favourite. Moist chocolate with a ganache topping and chocolate sprinkles.

Ooh, that sounds good right about now.

So you made some. Because, you know, craving. For the baby.

You made a tray full. About a dozen in total, made the ganache out of Frankie’s favourite dark chocolate too. You waited for him to come home with the cupcakes on the dining table, dressed in the most flattering babydoll you had (okay, the only one you still magically fit into) and his favourite lasagna – which was reheated from the batch you froze last week, but still.

And you waited.

And waited.

And waited.

You checked your phone for messages, there were none. It’s almost two hours past his usual arrival time. Should you worry? Calls went straight to voicemail, texts undelivered.

You called Liv, and she told you Will was home. So was Ben, according to Diana. Santi wasn’t home yet, Yovanna told you. But he did text – a meeting with a client ran long. Frankie should be with him. These guys never let anyone go to these meetings alone.

Why didn’t he text you?

He usually did.

You told Yovanna maybe you should drop by? Bring the boys their dinner?

Oh, no, that shouldn’t be necessary. Sandy should still be there. She’ll take care of them.

Oh, right. Sandy.

What kind of a name was Sandy?

Of course she would take care of them. With her perfect boobs and her perfect figure.

Oh, God, no, take that thought out of your head.

Three hours to the dot from his usual clock out hour, Frankie arrived home, going straight to the ensuite, the shower turned on almost immediately.

There was no kiss, no hug, no nothing. Nothing like the feral man you married any time he saw you wearing anything sheer like the babydoll you had on right now.

He came back out, towelling his hair, coming to you on the couch, bending down and finally giving you a kiss. His breath tasted like tooth paste. He brushed his teeth and shampooed his hair. He shampooed this morning. Why would he do it again? He went straight back into the bedroom and rummaged about for a minute, coming back out with the laundry basket, telling you he was going to do the laundry.

“Your dinner… I made your favourite cupcakes.”

He looked at the dining table, smiling a little, telling you he was full. Sandy ordered them all food. He needed to do laundry.

“Don’t wait up!” he said, as he shut the door behind him.

You waited for another hour for him to finish the laundry, but ultimately fell asleep on the couch. When you woke, it was past midnight. You were still on the couch, a blanket covering you. Your husband was on your marital bed, snoring away.

You could feel your lips quiver. He didn’t tell you he was going to be late, he refused the dinner you prepared, he didn’t lift you to the bedroom as he usually did. And that whole business with the showering and doing laundry as soon as he got home… it was all too… suspect.

You had to will yourself to not think about the different possibilities as to why it was so important for him to shower straight away. And brush his teeth. And shampoo his hair, for the second time today.

Took you a while to fall back asleep.

He was awake before you were the next morning, gently caressing your face as you began to stir. You had moved back to the bed but made it a point to sleep as far away as you could from him. You didn’t even understand why. You were just hurt, okay?

“Morning, mi amor,” he said, moving in to kiss you, hands beginning to roam about your body.

In your drowsiness, you still remembered last night’s happenings, you wanted to sulk and move away, but… oh… hmm…

Just as you were getting into his touches and caresses, his phone rang. He grabbed it to silent it, as he usually did when interrupted during or coming up to sex, but he saw the name on the screen and quickly sat up, answering it. After a quick ‘yeah, okay, okay, okay, be right there’, he hung up, and quickly got out of bed, mumbling something about having to go in quickly and shutting the bathroom door behind him.

You couldn’t help yourself. You took his phone, checking the call log.

Sandy.

Bitch.

No matter, you will be the best wife you could be for him, show him who’s waiting for him at home. Give him something to miss when he’s away from home. Then he will forget that Sandy existed at all.

You got naked, opened the bathroom door and climbed into the bathtub slash shower with him. He didn’t see or hear you over the shower, and he took a step back just as you had one leg in the shower, causing both you and him to lose balance. He managed to catch you before you fell, raising his voice at you, “What the fuck were you thinking?”

He was livid. His face was red, that vein in his neck was popping like crazy. You steadied yourself as best as you can, pulled away from him and grabbed your towel, running out of the ensuite as fast as you could manage. You heard him call your name, but you didn’t stop, closing the bathroom door behind you.

You were shocked. The Francisco you married would never raise his voice at you. Would never take a call when there’s a possibility of sex with you. Would never not call when he was going to be late. Would never not eat a dinner you had prepared, much less his favourite lasagna and chocolate cake. The Francisco you married would never leave you asleep on the couch when he was going to bed.

Then again, the Francisco you married had never come home late, go straight for a shower, brush his teeth and shampoo his hair before kissing you, and disappeared to do laundry straightaway either.

The Francisco you married didn’t have a sexy receptionist named Sandy before.

You let your tears silently fall as you packed his lunch for him, still determined to be a great wife he could come home to, despite the morning’s events. You heard him come out of the bedroom, so you hastily wiped your tears away, getting his reheated lasagna from the air fryer. You felt his hands on your waist, his scruff on your neck, his voice whispering his apologies and sorries for shouting at you, he was just worried you would fall, please, baby, forgive me. Lo siento, mi amor.

You kept moving, knowing that if you stayed still you would turn to stone. You didn’t want him to see your face, your wet, splotchy, supremely unattractive face, so unlike Sandy’s, the gorgeous receptionist he was about to go to. So you pretended like he wasn’t there, subtly wiping your eyes free from the still falling tears, filling his thermos with coffee, going to the fridge to get a couple of cupcakes to fill his lunch box.

“You don’t have to pack my lunch today, Sandy was gonna order us lunch for the meeting.”

“Oh, okay then.” You placed the Tupperware into your lunch bag instead and left the kitchen, going into the bathroom to get ready yourself, locking the bathroom door behind you. Once the shower was on, you wept. You could hear him try to open the bathroom door, but you didn’t respond.

When you got out fifteen minutes later, he was gone.

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You didn’t share any of this with the ladies, of course, you didn’t want to seem like a deranged, hormonal pregnant woman. But they noticed. You were quiet. Too quiet. Yovanna asked you what was wrong, but you knew if you answered truthfully, you were going to cry. Also, you didn’t really feel like announcing your marital woes to the girls. So you told her you were just not feeling too well that day. Which, in some ways, were true. Liv quickly made you go home, lie down, work from home for the rest of the day if you must work. Won’t do the baby any good sitting in the office all stressed up.

You went into the bathroom to freshen up before going home. You saw how miserable you looked. How sad, how tired. And suddenly you felt silly. You almost fell in the slippery shower today. Of course he yelled at you. Frankie was always worried you would hurt yourself. What if you had fallen and hurt the baby? Or split your head open on the sink? And all the other things you were worried about? There must be some explanation, right?

Like you kept reminding yourself, you were not the jealous type. So why were you acting like Sandy was the reason Frankie was behaving slightly off? It’s just one day. Maybe it was a bad day at the office.

You decided to walk over and offer him a cupcake, a peace offering of sorts, before you went home.

When you walked into the Delta Force Security office, you noticed that the office smelt like cigars. Not strong, but noticeable. The office seemed empty, the door to the larger meeting room was opened, all the windows opened, as if trying to air out the smell. It was hot, despite the AC being on. You could hear the guys in the back somewhere, but as you were headed to the back, you heard a noise from the smaller meeting room, the one the interview was held in. The door was ajar, and you could see the windows in it open too. Sandy, the sexy new receptionist, was sitting on the small meeting table, her legs splayed open, her body all curved, bending over despite her sitting position, one hand pulling her collar to the side, showing someone something on her shoulder.

You pushed the door open, and there, sitting on a chair right in front of the sexy receptionist, his back to you, was your husband Frankie. His phone pinged, and he quickly took it out of his pocket, looking at it.

She noticed you first, hastily adjusting her collar, jumping down from the table and putting on a huge smile on her obviously fake face.

“Hello, I’m Sandy. Welcome to Delta Force Security. May I help you?”

“No.”

Frankie’s head snapped around, realizing it was you. His face lit up, as it usually did when seeing you, but the expression on your face shut the lights off very quickly.

You turned and left, leaving the cupcake you had brought him on the coffee table in the reception area, running out of there as fast as your pregnant belly could take you. As if the lucky stars were twinkling down on you, a vacant cab stopped right in front of you as you got out, and you took it, quickly getting in, telling the driver to drive on, just as Frankie ran out, calling your name in desperation.

As soon as you got home, you packed a bag as quickly as you could, taking your lap top bag with you, and called an Uber to a hotel.

When you finally got checked in, you checked your phone. It was ringing incessantly in the cab, so you switched it off. Frankie had left over fifty messages, begging you to answer the phone. To call him back, to let him know you were safe. You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

You laid on the plush bed, thinking about what you saw. What the fuck would she be showing him on her bare shoulder, alone in the meeting room like that? Weren’t there any mirrors? Why would she be sitting on the table with her legs splayed out facing him like that? Was he looking at her bare shoulder? You couldn’t tell, he was facing the other way.

And …she had the audacity to pretend like she didn’t recognize you. You saw her three days ago. She remembered you. You could still see the smirk on her face as you left. As she reached into the front of her blouse and lifted her ‘girls’ in place, her eyes fixed on yours as she did so. She knew exactly who you were.

Bitch.

You looked at your phone – Frankie was calling. Again. You let it go to voicemail. You went and filled the tub, making sure the water was not too hot, filling it with the nice bubble bath the hotel had provided. This was a nice hotel. You wouldn’t have come here usually, but hey, you’re pregnant, hormonal, and angry at your husband. And that bitch Sandy. You didn’t ask how much the room was. You figured you could write it off as an emotional expense.

As you lazed in the tub, you read his messages, unable to stay away much longer.

‘Baby, what’s wrong? Why did you leave? Did I do something?’

‘Baby, please? What did I do?’

‘Baby, the girls said you left and didn’t come back. Where are you?’

‘Emma, sweetheart, please. Where are you? I’m coming home now.’

‘Baby, I’m home. Where are you? Please baby, answer my calls. Are you safe?’

‘Please, baby, I love you so much. I’m sorry I yelled this morning. I was just so scared you would hurt yourself.’

‘Baby, I’m begging you, please pick up.’

‘Emma, baby, please…’

Your reading was interrupted by more incoming calls from him. None from the girls or guys. He must have neglected to tell them you caught him ogling the new sexy receptionist. That, or he was pretending as if nothing happened. That you had imagined it all.

Or, maybe, just maybe, he didn’t know you saw everything.

But reading his messages, your heart clenched. This was your husband, who you loved more than your own life. This was the man who held your head when you cried. Who made you feel safe, who loved you.

Frankie wouldn’t do that to you, right?

But then again, how well did you know him, really? The two of you got married less than a year after meeting. You moved in with him after one week of dating.

Maybe you shouldn’t have done that.

Sigh.

See, this was why you hated this ‘Sandy’. Now you’ve gone and dramatized everything horrible in your head. This is so not you.

You were not the jealous kind.

---

Come dinner time, you were starving, and room service was taking forever. Frankie’s calls and texts stopped around thirty minutes ago. Maybe he ran out of battery. Maybe he just got fed up and stopped. Maybe he didn’t love you anymore. Maybe he’s moving Sandy in as we speak. Maybe they’ve already eloped.

You laid in bed feeling sorry for yourself. He’d stopped calling. He’d stopped trying. Only took him a few hours. You wanted to curl in a foetal position but your belly was in the way. So you hugged the super soft pillows, trying to make yourself comfortable, wishing more than anything Frankie was here to give you a back rub.  

The doorbell rang, and you got out of bed as quickly as you could. You were starving. Your hand was about to reach the door handle when you suddenly chickened out. Something was different. Something smelled different. Familiar. You peeked into the peep hole.

A man was holding a tray with the dish you ordered on it.

A man in a shirt and flannel, and a dark blue Standard Oil Cap.

---

Shit.

You moved away from the door.

“Baby, I can see you move. Please baby, open the door.”

Nuh uh. You’re not going to. You know the moment you open the door you will give in. So, no. You’re going to sulk a bit longer, thank you very much. You’re not going to just forget the hurt you felt when you saw what you saw, when he did what he did the night before.

“I’m gonna sit here until you open the door baby. I know you’re hungry. It’s dinner time. Come on, baby. You’re not gonna starve yourself just because you’re mad at me are you? Please don’t do that. It’s not good for the baby. The food’s gonna get cold, baby, I know you like your meals nice and warm,” he coaxed.

You ignored him.

He knocked again. And again. And again. And again.

“Emma, baby, please… I’m sorry I yelled, I was just so scared you were gonna hurt yourself… I’m sorry I didn’t want a packed lunch… I’m sorry if I left the toilet seat up, I’m sorry if I snored last night, did I forget to flush? Baby? Please? At least tell me what I did wrong?”

His voice was now muffled but somehow louder, like he’s got his mouth on the door. You were pretty sure he was now on the floor with his head against the door. You almost wanted to laugh at the images playing in your head.

His knocks and pleas continued. You were beginning to feel bad for him. He did come all this way to find you. God only knows what he did, who he bribed to get access to the floor, this was supposed to be a reputable hotel. You couldn’t imagine them just giving your room number and elevator access just like that.

Come to think of it, how on earth did he even find out you were here? You told no one.

Then again, he's part owner of a security company. And he was in Special Ops, he used to do surveillance. Surely looking for his sulking wife was nothing to him.

More knocking, more pleading, more begging.

Nope. You were not going to give in just because he begged. You were a strong, independent woman.

A strong, independent, pregnant, hungry woman.

Fuck, you were starving! Damn it!

You finally got up and opened the door. He was sitting cross legged in front of it, your tray of food on his lap. He looked up at you with those pleading eyes, unsure whether he was allowed to smile or look happy that you’d opened the door. You bent down to take the tray, stood back up, turned around and shut the door in his face.

You brought the tray to the small table and took the fancy silver cover off the dish. You quickly wrapped the pasta around the tines of the fork and shoved it in your mouth.

It’d gone cold.

You placed the fork on the plate, all appetite lost. You went to the tray of snacks the hotel had provided and took a packet of cheese crackers instead. You ripped the packet open and sat on the bed, eating the contents hungrily. You realized you were probably eating twenty dollars’ worth of cheese crackers right now, but you were hungry.

You could see him in your periphery, standing in your doorway, body half in and half out. He had stopped the door from closing, obviously, but was unsure if he should come in.

You weren’t sure if it was the hunger, the hormones, the hurt from the night before, that morning or afternoon, self-pity or God knows what, but you started crying.

The moment he saw your tears, he shut the door behind him and took you in his arms, placing your legs over his lap, gently shushing you, hugging you tight, kissing your hair, your forehead, your cheek, your nose, your eyelids, rocking your body with his, whispering his apologies to you, telling you he loved you, please baby, don’t cry. Please.

When you had calmed down, he laid you down on the bed, called room service and ordered you another meal. Make sure it’s extra hot, he said.

He hung up and went into the bathroom, coming back out with a damp, warm, face towel. He gently wiped your face, lying down next to you when he was done, his finger tracing what used to be your jawline, now hidden by your baby fat.

“Baby, I’m at a loss here, I have no idea what I did wrong. Please, will you tell me?”

You sat up, not wanting him to touch you anymore. If you were going to tell him, you didn’t want him to use his ridiculously addictive touches as self-defence. He sat up with you, taking your hand in his. You swatted it away. He raised both hands, promising he won’t touch you, his eyes worried, earnestly looking into yours, ready to hear from you.

“Why didn’t you call me when you were coming home late last night?”

“I’m sorry, baby, but the meeting with the client ran long, and by the time I realized what time it was we were already leaving to go home. My phone died. I asked Santi to call you, but he said Yovanna already told you I was gonna be late,” he explained, reaching out to take your hand, stopping when you moved it away.

“Why did you shower so quickly? You didn’t even kiss me first. And then you went and did laundry. You brushed your teeth. Shampooed your hair. I shampooed your hair yesterday morning.”

He drew a breath, smiled a little, and told you about the client the meeting was with. The company was negotiating for a contract – a security detail for a Prince of a small country. He had just bought some real estate here in town, one of his daughters was opening a restaurant here. The contract involved personal security for the daughter and family, the restaurant, the Prince and family when they visit, as well as home security for their houses. It’s a big deal, and they wanted the job. It would be good for their starter.

They hadn’t met the Prince yet, but the guy who represented the Prince was kind of an asshole. Loud, brash, rude, demanding. He insisted on calling in last minute meetings, such as the one yesterday evening, and the one this morning, demanded the finest meals for their meetings. He was not shy about telling the guys that packed lunches were not something he wanted to hear about again when they denied a lunch with him, telling him their wives had packed their lunches for them. It’s fine dining or nothing - the Prince would never hire a company with such low standards.

The man chain-smoked cigars, even during meetings, and complained when they tried to open the windows to air the space out, it was too hot outside and he wanted the AC. The night before, he gave Frankie and Santi one, insisting they light up with him in celebration of the Prince hiring them for the job. He only took a few puffs to appease the man before he left for the night, but that was why he showered and shampooed and brushed his teeth so quickly and did the laundry. He didn’t want to get you sick from the smell.

About two weeks after finding out you were pregnant, Frankie had come in from his smoke break out in the balcony and joined you on the couch. You ran to the sink to throw up, the smell of the cigarettes on him made you so sick his heart broke at the thought of making you so sick. He quit smoking there and then, never wanting to put you through that again. Plus, he didn’t want to expose you to the second hand smoke, and he wanted to live a long healthy life for his child.

Okay, that made sense. You did smell cigars when you went to the office. You remembered they had all the windows open to air the office out.

“And what was your receptionist doing showing you her bare shoulder?” You couldn’t help the snappy tone that came out of your mouth.

“She showed me her shoulder?” He really did seem confused.

Suddenly, Frankie’s face lit up with understanding. “The guy was brandishing his hand a little too enthusiastically during the meeting and his pen caught her in the shoulder as she poured water for him. I asked if it cut her. It was a metal fountain pen. She told me it did not, but I didn’t realize she showed me her shoulder. I was reading on the iPad.”

He reached out again, taking your hand in his, but you pulled away again, albeit in a less aggressive way.

“Why was she sitting like that in front of you?”

His face morphed into confusion. “Like what?”

“She sat with her legs splayed open as if she was airing her fucking vagina, Francisco, why would any decent woman sit like that in front of a married man? Her boss, no less!” tears began to fill your eyes again.

“She was? I didn’t notice. I was reading a contract on the iPad.” He took your hand again, and this time, he was successful. He scooted closer to you, his face full of concern, wiping your tears away. “Is that why you ran off? What did you think we were doing?”

“I don’t know, Francisco, she was a young, hot woman named Sandy whose phone call you took when you were about to have sex with your wife, whose chocolate cupcakes you ate but oh, no, you were too full to eat the ones your wife baked for you, the ones you used to love. And you came home and showered immediately like you had something to hide, her cheap perfume, perhaps? And you were alone with her in the meeting room when everyone else was in the back, with her legs splayed open in front of you, unashamedly baring her shoulders and her perky cleavage at you. What was I supposed to think? Huh?”

He looked scandalized, horrified that you would think that of him.

“Baby, I didn’t even notice she was showing me her shoulder. I was reading a contract. Hey, hey, look at me,” he said, hands coming to hold your newly tear-stained face.

“I would never do that to you. Baby, you’re all I think about. I love you, I would rather die than hurt you. Baby, please, I’m so sorry, but nothing happened. Come here,” he pulled you into his arms as you started sobbing again. He laid down, taking you with him, holding you tight, rubbing your back, giving you kisses, his warm, velvety voice comforting you, telling you he’d never even thought of looking at someone else, all he needed was you.  

“There are cameras everywhere in that office, you know, I could show you. I wasn’t looking at her,” he told you, when you’d calmed down a little, your breath hiccupping as you tried to soothe yourself further.

“It’s not like I can blame you if you were. She’s hot. And young. And tall and skinny. I’m old and frumpy, and short and fat.”

“What? No you’re not. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, baby, no one holds a candle to you, least of all Sandy,” he said, sneering her name like you did.

“Then why didn’t you take me to bed last night? You usually do. It’s because I’ve gotten fat, right? You didn’t want to hurt your back? You can’t lift me anymore? Cause I’m fat? Not sexy anymore?”

“Baby, no… you looked so tired, I was worried I was gonna wake you. You always wake up when I pick you up, you know you do,” he said, caressing your face, kissing your nose, giving your lips a small peck. And another, and another.

He shifted a little, capturing your lips with his, playing with your lips, running his tongue on them, begging to have more access, which you helplessly granted. He moaned a little when you did, his hands quickly travelling to your breasts, caressing them gently over the bathrobe you had on, quickly becoming dissatisfied, untying the ties, pushing the offending material to the side. He growled when your swollen breast was exposed to him, quickly latching his lips onto your sensitive nipple, and you completely forgot the why or how you got here in this hotel room in the first place.

He took your hand and placed it on his burgeoning bulge, the heft of what you felt making you whine. “You feel this? You feel what you do to me baby? You think I don’t find you sexy? You think I think you’re fat? Unattractive? Hmm?” he asked, as he slipped the other half of the robe off you, paying attention to your other breast, moaning in satisfaction as he took that nipple into his mouth.

“But I am fat, nothing fits me anymore,” you whined.

He shushed you, his mouth travelling down to your swollen belly, his hands all over it, telling you that you had never looked sexier than you did at that moment, carrying your child, his child, the child the two of you made together, proof of your love to each other. He laid his head on it for a second, his eyes fixed lovingly on yours, before turning dark again, lowering his entire body between your legs, lifting your legs and placing them on his shoulders, rubbing his nose on your wet, glistening core, making you lose your mind.

“Lay back, baby, I’m hungry,” he told you, his voice husky, before lowering his head again, reminding you how he got his callsign in the first place.

Oh God, yeah… you remember… hmm….

He ate you out with his entire body, his hands holding your shaking thighs firmly, his tongue prodding, licking, exploring, taking you higher and higher. Your hands left his head, clutching the bed sheets in desperation not to float away as he took you higher and higher, nearer to your peak, his hands finding yours, taking them in his, his eyes closed, his hips rutting into the mattress to ease his own suffering trapped in his pants, a whimper, a moan, a growl in his throat, eager to take you there, wanting to show you just how much he desired you, how you had nothing to worry about. He was so turned on he was convinced he was going to come in his pants and he did not care.

You were writhing, you were so close, a little bit more, so close, just a few more licks, right there, right there… almost…

Frankie knew you were close, he knew he was close, his balls began to pull up, come on baby, come for me, come with me.

The doorbell rang. “Room service!”

You shot up. “Frankie, the food’s here,” you said, pushing his head off you.

Huh?

He was snapped out of his high, looking at you with confusion, his chest heaving, his face wet with your juices.

“My dinner is here. Can you get it for me? Please? I’m so hungry. I don’t want it to get cold again.”

“But…”

“Please…?”

He looked at your wet, swollen, unreleased pussy longingly, before looking at you again, only to be met with a pleading look of a hungry, pregnant wife. He exhaled frustratedly, resting his head on your thigh, his pants no longer tight, knowing that his balls were now a very unattractive shade of blue, before getting up, wiping his face with the damp towel he had gotten for you, and going to get your dinner.

But a few minutes later, as he watched you enjoy your hot dinner with a big smile on your face, he couldn’t help feel nothing but love and adoration for you, the woman who had managed to capture his heart and held on to it, the one who was now carrying his child. So he ate your very cold original dinner, and didn’t complain.

That night, as the two of you laid naked in each other’s arms, making full use of the paid for room, he told you that no one was more beautiful, or sexier than you. That you had no reason to be jealous.

You scoffed.

“I wasn’t jealous. I’m not the jealous type, Francisco.”

“Of course you’re not, baby,” Frankie said, smiling discreetly into your hair, his chest puffed up at the thought that he was special enough to you to make the non-jealous you, jealous.

The two of you extended your stay a couple more days, not leaving the room at all, Frankie diligently using the time to show you just how much you had nothing to worry about.

---

A few weeks later, you were standing in a brand new restaurant on the rooftop of one of the city skylines. The Prince was in the city for the occasion, and he had invited the guys and their spouses to the opening of his daughter’s restaurant. Their men were on duty, and word was, the Prince was extremely happy with their services so far.

You were dressed in a beautiful kaftan and matching satin ballet slippers that Frankie had bought for you, aware that you were feeling less than comfortable in tight dresses and heels. The ladies, of course, looked elegant as usual, keeping you company as their men met with the Prince for the first time.

Sandy came over, a drink in her hand, dressed in a cleavage popping dress so tight you were sure her ‘girls’ would jump out if she so much as breathed a bit harder.

“Oh, look how big you’ve gotten, Mrs Morales,” she said, looking you up and down.  

You could feel your skin grow hot. You had tried so hard to keep her off your mind, knowing that she was doing a good job at the office helping the guys. You hadn’t been bothered that much about her since that day, but it didn’t mean that you had stopped worrying completely.

“Oh, no, don’t worry,” she said, detecting the change in your demeanour. “You have nothing to worry about, you look fabulous, nonetheless,” she said, laughing airily. “I’ll keep an eye on Frankie for you. Make sure he doesn’t stray. You can never know with men, especially when their wives’ bodies change during pregnancy!”

“I think you mean Mr Morales, Sandy,” Liv said dryly.

“Huh?”

“Mr Morales, not Frankie. He’s Mr Morales to you,” Diana answered, looking Sandy up and down.

“And no, you do not need to keep an eye on him. This,” Yovanna said, placing her arms around you, “Is the love of his life, and he will never stray.”

All the four of you now faced her, Sandy looking like a little mouse surrounded by feral cats. The three ladies flanking you, their words calmly shooting out at Sandy like bullets.

“We’ve heard things about you, Sandy,” Liv said.

“We didn’t like what we heard, Sandy,” Diana added.

“Don’t forget who the men in that office are loyal to, Sandy,” Yovanna stressed.

“Be careful who you talk to.”

“Mind who’s watching when you’re there.”

“Remember who your friends in that office answer to.”

“I don’t know what you are implying, but I’m not…” she spluttered.

“Of course you’re not.”

“We were not implying anything.”

“Just reminding you who your four bosses are loyal to, answer to.”

“Cross the line, Sandy, one toe, and you will know who’s really in charge,” Liv finished.

Sandy looked like a popped balloon, all snide and confidence gone. Just like that. She nodded, her confident demeanour quickly deflated. She gave you a quick, but seemingly sincere apology, and quickly disappeared.

The ladies quickly rounded on you, “Are you okay? Forget that bitch. I never liked her. Shame she’s so good at her job.”

“You have nothing to worry about, Frankie is crazy for you.”

“And the others would kill him if he ever strayed, they all would. We all have nothing to worry about. They are keeping a close eye on her. They know to watch out for her. She hadn’t tried anything since that day with Frankie. If she does, she’s out. Don’t you worry.”

“We’ve got your back, sis, don’t worry,” Liv said, hugging you.

The men came out to join you, followed by the Prince, who was very excited to meet all of you.

Turned out, the Prince was a big family oriented man. He himself was not married - marriage not really a custom where he’s from - but had a main paramour, and several mistresses, all of whom lived happily together with him in his castle. He had eight daughters, and he loved them all. He admired the men’s brotherhood and was very interested to find out that the men brought packed lunches from their wives to work, chastising his man for looking down on such wonderful display of love and loyalty.

“Ladies,” he greeted all of you. He placed his hand on his chest, bowing a little to the four of you. “Oberyn Martell of Dorne, it’s a pleasure to meet all of you.”

He kissed each and every one of your hands, Will introducing the four of you to him, telling him who each of you were with.

The Prince was a very good looking and charming man. He talked to each and every one of you as if he had known you forever, looking you straight in the eyes, making you feel as if you were the only person who mattered to him at that very moment.

When he was introduced to you, Frankie proudly stood next to you as the Prince kissed your hands. His eyes were quickly drawn to your belly.

“Oh, how wonderful, you’re creating life as we speak,” he said, congratulating Frankie and yourself. “May I?” he asked you.

To Frankie’s surprise, you nodded, a shy smile gracing your lips.

'Wait, were you really gonna let this Prince, this stranger, touch your belly? Oh dear God. You were batting your eyelashes at this Prince, he thought. He saw you did it. You were blushing, all shy and sweet, standing i front of the Prince, who, in Frankie's unbiased opinion was only average looking at best, and batting your eyelashes at him. And oh... what was happening, was this Prince really going to touch your belly? Your beautiful belly with HIS baby growing in it?

No...'

But yes, that was exactly what was happening. The Prince kneeled before you, his hands gently cradling your belly, whispering words of encouragement and greetings to your baby, before getting back up, taking your hands in his.

“A woman is never more beautiful to me, than she is when she is in your state my lady, carrying life into this world. It reminds me of how strong women are, how resistant, how resilient, how powerful. Makes men weak in the knees, and yet, the world sees women as weak! How stupid we are!” he said, his hands still on yours.

‘Hmph… okay, you made your point, dear average-looking Prince, but let go of my wife’s hands already,’ Frankie thought, his jaws clenching.

“Look at you, you are glowing,” the Prince said, pinching your chin.

You blushed, giggling slightly.

Frankie had to stop himself from nudging you.

‘Okay now, not-so-handsome Prince, stop touching my wife.’

“I wish you all the health and strength in the world, my lady, may this little one grow up to be as beautiful as their Mama, and as strong as their Papa,” he continued, eyes still on you, kissing your hands again.

“Please, let me know when the little one is here, I would very much like to send them a welcoming gift,” he told Frankie, who found himself forcing a smile and a nod at the Prince.

“Now, let’s eat, and mingle. Life is too short to stand around,” he said, “It was a pleasure to meet all of you,” he said to you and the ladies, bowing a little, before moving on to talk to other guests.  

---

Frankie was suspiciously quiet during the drive home. Even when you’d arrived, he didn’t say much as the two of you got ready for bed. When you finally laid in bed next to him, groaning a little at the soreness you felt on your back, he quickly pulled you close to him, his hand immediately massaging your lower back, his other one mindlessly pulling your feet over his lap, massaging your calves.

You groaned at the sensation, your nose in the crook of his neck, breathing in the smell of him. “That feels good, baby, thank you. I love you so much.”

He hummed.

“You okay, baby? You’re very quiet.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just tired. Long day.”

You hummed, putting your head back into the crook of his neck, savouring the feel of your husband’s body against yours.

“The Prince seems nice,” you said mindlessly, “Will you be working with him a lot?”

His body stiffened. “Why? You want to see him again? Have him croon at you again?”

Huh... he just said 'croon' the way you said Sandy's name.

You smiled, lifting your head to face his sulking one.

“Aww… are you jealous baby?”

Frankie scoffed.

“I’m not jealous. I have nothing to be jealous of. I’m not the jealous type, baby.”

“Of course you’re not, Francisco.”

“I’m not.”

“I know.”

[moonlit-orchid]

Zexal month day 18- Temperance Upright

@zexalmonth it's slumber party time

BUT

With the Astral Project kids!

(Aka the orphans Eliphas kidnapped to turn into soldiers+Don (Adonis)'s three children)

You see this meme?

This

THE GIRLS (in order of appearance: Talia, Eden, Athena daughter of Adonis, Themis)

Talia: (finds strange book) Omg lets summon a demon

Eden: (doesnt know what that is)

Athena: (considers it. How likely is it to even work?)

QThemis: This will end in death

THE BOYS (From top left to bathroom: Oizihle 'Number 96' firstborn of Adonis, Angello, Taurus, Aires, Apis 'Astral' lastborn of Adonis, Auden)

Angello: WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! 96: SHUT THE HELL UP AND PROTECT THESE KIDS WILL YOU?! YOU'RE A GROWN ASS MAN HERE!!!

Angello: I'M TOO PRETTY TO DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Taurus: LETS KILL EM! (GREMLIN SOUNDS) Astral: CUT IT OUT TAURUS, YOU LOOK STUPID Aires: We're gonna die. We survived the wars and now these demons are gonna kill us. Of course they are. Astral: YOU SHUT THE HELL UP TOO, NEGATIVITY SCARF! WHO KEEPS SUMMONING THESE?! Auden: (cries) WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!

Okay, time to briefly introduce this group of 10, in order of appearance:

Talia: The cheerful big sis. Very optimistic, kind of impulsive, and very much a party girl.

Eden: Baby. A little older than Haruto. Very innocent. Called Aires's little sister because she's almost always with him, although she's unrelated.

Athena: Don's only daughter and the middle child. Very much like her father.

Themis: The pessimist. Seems half-asleep. She's actually the most actively intelligent and sharp. She's also convinced one of them will eventually be killed by making a dumb decision.

Oizihle 'Number 96': Don's oldest child, and the oldest overall. He wasn't actually part of the Astral World Project. Has died a few times. Typical no good big brother, but will KILL you if you touch his baby siblings.

Angello: Raised to be the 'Paragon of Beauty and Strength' aka pretty boy and jock in one. He could probably solve all their problems with his power. Trouble is, he's more concerned about getting dirty than getting to safety.

Taurus: Eliphas tried to interfere with his mind, to the point of almost mind control. Unfortunately, you can't control what's not there (According to Athena anyway). He's the weird one of the group. No impulse control. Likes scaring people.

Aires: Mature, but gloomy. Probably the most normal, even if he always thinks the world is dying.

Auden: Golden boi. The local soft smart boy. Very sweet. A scientist. But also very very nervous.

[hangmanssunnies]

Alex, I adore your writing, and I LOVE the way you write Rooster. Chef Rooster especially has a special place in my heart. So I was obviously soooo so so excited for this part! And whew! You did not disappoint; this was absolutely served steaming hot and delicious. Plus, you're absolutely spoiling us all by giving us two smut chapters in a row.

"Waking up next to Rooster’s warm form sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. Seeing the way his eyelashes flutter, the way his lips are ever so slightly parted - his cupid’s bow defined so prettily beneath that lovely facial hair of his… the way freckles dot along the bridge of his nose… tan skin so beautiful, ridges, freckles and spots that adorn his skin. Sleepily, you let your finger trace over those shapely shoulders, where, much like the stars the freckles dot all the more frequently. "

DAMN, from the get go we get these absolutely beautiful descriptions of Rooster. I'm swooning, he is so pretty, you make me picture him so handsome. And you just really capture those little things. Oh lord his freckles !!!!!! stars.... yeah. you're just so right.

Then the just woken up cuddles!! Rooter pulling Bambi closer to snuggle in with him!!!

"he rumbles after a few moments of your face buried in the dip between his pecs, lips ghosting over his sternum every now and then. Nodding, you let out a soft ‘mhm’ in reply as you trace your hands over the ridges of his hips and waist, gently letting yourself explore his adonis belt and lower abdomen."

I love that he rumbles. Also, good god I wish I was there. Face pressed right in this man's chest like... name a better place to be? I shall wait. No one is going to come up with something better because that like the ultimate. I LOVE HIM UNREASSONALLY SO.

I really enjoyed how Bradely was taking his time, and made sure they weren't in a rush. It just added a very nice extra something to the smut in this part.

"he needed you to look at him. Needed to see the way those sweet eyes betrayed adoration, betrayed lust and need and want and… trust. He needed to see how much you depended upon him - how you’d given yourself to him to cherish. "

I freaking loved this section. Wow, just stunning writing. She has given herself to Bradley, and I can he really really does want to cherish her.

"You were so sensitive, and Bradley’s cock was stretching you, pulling and pushing so so slow - and yet he made it feel so fucking good. You could almost feel every ridge and vein as the drag of his cock made wetness drip from your core, down his length, making a mess of his pubic hair… He was fucking you so incredibly, right there in his bed, that you’d both shared that night.  You cried out his name again, ending almost on a sob as he pushed his cock deep inside just as he let his lips latch on to your flesh, giving it a heady suckle - his facial hair scratching just hard enough to bring tears to your eyes from the pleasurable sensation."

So fucking hot. I am panting, and need a shower. BRrrrrr . 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

"“No,” he muttered, kissing your chin as you cried out, the tears that had burned behind your lids slowly running down your cheeks. --- “You’ll cum from this, baby.” he rasped “You don’t need more.” he decided- It felt like he was cradling your body in his hands, molding and shaping, pushing, pulling, playing with you as if you were only made for him."

Wow I didn't know a man saying no could be so hot but like wow fuck here we are. SO . HOT.

Oh gosh, all the reassurance and just sweet care Bradley gives Bambi after is everything to me. HE IS GOING TO COOK BREAKFAST!!! HE LOVES COOKING FOR HER!!! he wants to take care of her!!!

I really just love these two so much. Thank you for giving us another wonderful part to appreciate with Bradley and Bambi. I'm glad they are getting a little day of bliss together before they have to deal with the outside world and life. They deserve it. 💖

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⁘ bradley bradshaw, the notoriously ill mannered head chef at the small franchise pub down the street, is quite content with his fast paced job. no commitments or obligations outside of his kingdom of sharp knives, pots, pans, prep work and a shot of jäger after a double. that is until a new waitress is hired, and suddenly his strict and rigid rules of no obligations or commitments starts to waver. . .

› pairing; bradley bradshaw x f!reader

word count; ~ 3.2K

× chapter warnings; swearing, see general story warnings, mature content, mentions of food

disclaimer; first of all, thank you!! for being so understanding and amazing about this story. i am so overwhelmed with love for all of you who keep being excited about my surly chef, even after all this time. second of all, i am sorry for it having been an 'all this time' - your support means everything to me. thank you again ❤

this chapter was super hard for me to write, which is why it's a little shorter, and perhaps more of a filler and a thank you to my readers. please be aware that the prose may be a little rusty as i am slowly getting back into writing again ❤

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Soft little sighs, muffled by muted green sheets fill the room as rays of the morning sun turns harsher the higher it rises in the sky. Noon is approaching, unbeknownst to the two laying still in bed. A Monday, which for many means the start of a new week, gone is the restful weekend and labor is nigh. For the two forms in bed though, the pace of mere mortals were not applicable. A waitress and a chef could sleep in, for their holy day was indeed Monday. Most restaurants were closed, or very slow come Monday - which gave those weary souls a day to rest. 

Turning slowly, the woman burrow deeper into the sheets, a small smile tugging on the corners of her lips as she heard Bradley’s soft, sleepy grunt as his arms tightened around her naked midsection. He hasn’t awoken yet, and neither had you, not fully at least. Sleepy eyes were slow to open, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light that surrounds the two of you. 

Waking up next to Rooster’s warm form sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. Seeing the way his eyelashes flutter, the way his lips are ever so slightly parted - his cupid’s bow defined so prettily beneath that lovely facial hair of his… the way freckles dot along the bridge of his nose… tan skin so beautiful, ridges, freckles and spots that adorn his skin. Sleepily, you let your finger trace over those shapely shoulders, where, much like the stars the freckles dot all the more frequently. 

“Bambi…” Rooster grunts, voice raspy and breathless - the mere mention of your nickname makes those fluttery wings of butterflies flap helplessly within your chest. His hold on you tightens again, drawing you in towards his chest. One arm embraces your form soothingly, as the other gently tucks your head into his chest, a large thigh suddenly nudging its way in between yours to rest. This position he also adjusts, letting the hand that had rested in its embrace slide slowly down past your bottom, ghosting over your thigh before gripping just above your knee - drawing it up high on his thigh. 

A content sigh leaves his lips as his thumb draws soothing circles on the bare skin that’s still in his firm hold, pleased with how he’s molded you into his form. You fit quite nicely here, he reflects as you start to place small kisses against Bradley’s sternum - he’s warm from sleep, radiating calm and safety as he holds you near. 

“Getting enough air in there, sweets?” he rumbles after a few moments of your face buried in the dip between his pecs, lips ghosting over his sternum every now and then. Nodding, you let out a soft ‘mhm’ in reply as you trace your hands over the ridges of his hips and waist, gently letting yourself explore his adonis belt and lower abdomen. 

Bradley lets out the softest of noises, a choked moan that seems to catch in the back of his throat as his pubic hair tickles the back of your hand as you leave feather light touches closer and closer to where he needs you. His grip on you has tightened, and his nose and lips are pressed tight against your hair where he inhales deeply. His palm is flexing, tensing and kneading where his palm is spread on your thigh - he hesitates for only a short moment before he uses his strength to pull your leg further over his hip.

A small gasp and a pathetic whine slips past your lips as your lower body joins where your hand had been exploring just seconds ago. Drawing your hand back, you feverishly grasp at Bradley’s neck, shuffling to tilt your head back up to catch his lips with yours, your body fluid and ever moving against his large form. Pressing, pushing, pulling– the leg Rooster had pulled closer now draws him in to you, the whole length of your naked body pressed against his sturdy one. 

“Fuck, Bambi…” he groans as you grip the short hair at the nape of his neck before your lips chase his, you whine again as Rooster’s palm slides up to grip the flesh of your ass, kneading and grinding you against his hardening cock. 

“Bradley!” you gasp as you feel his warm, soft skin run along your sensitive clit. Another whimper leaves you, clinging on to his shoulders, drawing him in with all the strength your sore muscles can muster. You need to be closer, need to have him surrounding you in every sense. Bradley hums deep in his chest as his lips stray from yours to leave chaste kisses along your neck, his hot tongue laving over points he discovered you were responsive to yesterday. 

Bradley’s hand drifts from your waist, up to tease at your nipple, pinching, pulling gently before letting his palm envelop your flesh, kneading and drawing out soft little moans from you before he traces his fingers down your stomach, down to where you’re rutting against his upper thigh. 

“What’s my needy little baby want, hm?” his raspy morning voice reverberates in your ears, and as he speaks he lets the rough pad of his index finger press against your clit, slowly drawing languid circles in time with your desperate movements. 

“Need you…” you whine, frustrated that he thought now was a good time to tease you. His soft chuckle in response draws the least intimidating little growl out of you, and Bradley can only smile as he places a soft kiss to your lips 

“Relax,” he whispers “we’ve got all the time in the world, sweetheart,” as he says this, a single thick finger gently eases back and forth over your slick folds before pushing inside. Bradley slowly moves in and out of you, lips attached to the junction of your neck and shoulder, drawing small moans out of you as he works you open for him. 

If yesterday had been frantic and explosive, today Bradley was savoring you. He wanted to memorize every sound you made, every move of your body as it reacted to his touch, every mewl of his name falling from parted lips. As he worked three fingers into you, he could hear your breathing pick up slightly, your grip on his bicep tightening and loosening rapidly, and he couldn’t help the smirk that grew against your salty skin. 

“You gon’ cum for me, sweet little Bambs?” he muttered, and you could only nod as your moans turned high pitched, Rooster never slowing or altering his movements as your body shook against his own as you tipped over the edge on his fingers. Bradley moaned low at the sight of you. 

“Look like a fuckin’ angel cumming on my fingers…” he murmured “Fuck, darling, you make me so fuckin’ hard.” 

Pulling his fingers out of you, he used your slick to coat his cock, languidly stroking himself as you came down from your first high. Panting, you nudged your nose against his, lips connecting in a fleeting kiss before you felt the nudge of his swollen tip against your puffy entrance. “Please,” you whispered softly against his lips, fleetingly catching a glimpse of those amber eyes. They were so intense, but you couldn’t look away if your life depended on it. 

At that first gentle push, your breath stuttered against Bradley’s parted lips. His cock was slowly inching into you, and even if he’d made a point to carefully prepare you for him, that initial stretch felt otherworldly - had he been this big yesterday too? 

Grunting, Bradley’s eyes fluttered shut. Gripping his bicep, you inhaled sharply, pressing your forehead against his as he stilled. “You alright, baby?” he murmured, his hand moving to soothe up and down your back, making your chest flutter with emotion. 

“Yeah- just… were you this big last night?” you moaned, and Rooster couldn’t help the small laugh that left him, before he reached up to cup your cheek. Moving away a little, he let his adoring gaze roam over your face. The cute scrunch of your nose, the thin sheen of sweat making you glow, eyes alight with lust and… Bradley blinked, taking in the way your chest heaved, the way his body was molded against yours, your warmth and your trust - it made him dizzy. 

“More… please, Bradley,” your voice was soft, and you slowly moved closer to his chest, nuzzling your face into his neck where your lips flitted over the skin of his throat, along the long line that went across it, up to his jaw and back down to gently suckle at the skin near his collarbones. 

Letting his strong arms wrap around you, Bradley moved against you, one hand slowly ghosting over your skin to grip your thigh as his cock slid deeper and deeper into your core, finally bottoming out as he gently pushed at the small of your back to tilt your hips just right. Small little noises reverberated against his warm skin, and he felt your lips leave wet traces as you occupied your mouth with his neck and shoulders. 

“You okay, Cookie?” he murmurs against your ear as he rocks his hips slightly against you. The soft mewl you let out fills his chest with pride, and something like a fierce need to protect you, to make sure you’re taken care of. 

“So good, Roos’” the words were slightly slurred against the naked skin of his shoulder, and he grunted softly as he yet again used his strength to form your body against his. His large palm resumed their hold right above your knee, drawing it upwards as he pressed your bottom down against himself. Almost as if he was rocking your body against his instead of the other way around. 

“Sound so pretty for me, darlin’” Bradley murmured, gently nudging your chin with his nose, lips hovering over your skin - he needed you to look at him. Needed to see the way those sweet eyes betrayed adoration, betrayed lust and need and want and… trust. He needed to see how much you depended upon him - how you’d given yourself to him to cherish. 

As with every other thing, you were so responsive to him. To his voice, touch - it was dizzying, truly. Your glittering eyes held his, and he moaned low in his throat as he felt the way you squeezed him as you caught sight of his face. He could feel his heartrate picking up, could feel the way his breath were coming in shorter bursts, and it fucking turned him on to no end that that drew the softest of little mewls from you - made your brows pinch in that cute little needy fashion he’d noticed only once yesterday. 

“You okay, my little Bambs?” he murmured softly, letting his lips brush against yours lovingly “I’m so okay,” you whispered against him, your hands slowly running across his muscled chest, nails leaving soft little tendrils of pleasure as they went. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Rooster confessed breathlessly, grunting softly at the end as his cock slid, if possible, even deeper into your heat - as your hips started rutting against his movements. The soft moan of his name made him groan, fucking into you more languidly - slow, steady and deep. The hand that wasn’t gripping your thigh, keeping it hitched high over his hip, returned to squeeze and knead at the flesh of your breast. Fuck, he loved your tits. Loved your body, loved– his breath hitched in his throat, heart almost doing fucking double time… 

Blinking, he let out a shuddering breath before letting his mouth leave a wet trail down your throat, before his lips enclosed on your nipple, his tongue teasing and flicking against the nub. At the sensation of Bradley’s hot tongue on your sensitive breasts, you let out a high pitched moan, pushing your chest against Bradley’s face as your hands flew to his curls, gripping tight as you panted wildly. You were so sensitive, and Bradley’s cock was stretching you, pulling and pushing so so slow - and yet he made it feel so fucking good. You could almost feel every ridge and vein as the drag of his cock made wetness drip from your core, down his length, making a mess of his pubic hair… He was fucking you so incredibly, right there in his bed, that you’d both shared that night. 

You cried out his name again, ending almost on a sob as he pushed his cock deep inside just as he let his lips latch on to your flesh, giving it a heady suckle - his facial hair scratching just hard enough to bring tears to your eyes from the pleasurable sensation. That pressure was building again, deep in your core, building and getting more and more tense. He was everywhere, just like you’d wanted. Filling you, tasting you, gripping you… his smell was surrounding you, the feel of his hair, the warmth of his body, his sweat glowing like a halo around his body in the morning sun as the muscles in his back rippled and moved. 

“Bradley!” you sobbed pathetically, clawing and clinging to him, he must have felt how close you were. Your pussy was pulsing around his thick dick, your arousal dripping down his balls at this point. He was grunting and moaning against your flesh, and you desperately tried to rut your hips, needing more, more more– but he kept his slow, deep pace. His cock barely left your cunt before he pushed deep, each stroke of his cock hitting that spot that you hadn’t been sure if it existed or not. 

“That’s it, baby,” Bradley’s voice sounded wrecked and broken as he released your now glistening nipple. “Can feel you squeezing my dick,” he sounded almost smug - you hated that it almost turned you on. His large hand was still palming at your tit as he nipped and kissed gently at your jaw, your hands still tugging desperately on his hair.

“N-need more,” you gasped, pleading with him as you looked down on him. Those amber eyes of his were shadowed by heady lust, and he just smirked softly before shaking his head ever so slightly “No,” he muttered, kissing your chin as you cried out, the tears that had burned behind your lids slowly running down your cheeks.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his cock twitching deep within your pussy “so pretty, darling, crying for more of my cock,” he whispered, you couldn’t do more than nod and keen, letting out small cries and whimpers as you felt your core clench around him harder, chasing that high so desperately. 

“You’ll cum from this, baby.” he rasped “You don’t need more.” he decided- It felt like he was cradling your body in his hands, molding and shaping, pushing, pulling, playing with you as if you were only made for him. And he was right. As he spoke those words, a shocked gasp tore through your throat as you cried and sobbed, white hot pleasure rolling through your body in waves as you shook and shook, convulsing slightly with every thrust that Bradley’s swollen tip hit that sensitive spot deep within your core. 

“Fuck–” Bradley moaned loudly, “atta girl,” he praised, voice breaking slightly as your hips rolled and shook in his hold “Fuck, Bambi- I’m gon’...” his chest rose and fell rapidly, his shoulders and back muscles rippling as he fought to hang on to see you through your high, not sure if he could–

“Cum in me,” you whined softly, needing him. Needing him everywhere. At those words, Bradley shattered. He couldn’t hold on if his life depended upon it. With a long, low moan of your name, his hips stuttered, once twice, stilling deep within you as he gasped and his warm release filled you, over and over as his cock pulsated through his high. 

“Jesus, darling…” Bradley gasped and moaned low as your cunt throbbed around his still hard dick, milking him of the last of his orgasm. “So good… so fuckin’ beautiful… soft ‘n pretty,” he was murmuring now, kissing his pretty words into the skin of your chest. He finally released his grip on your thigh, palms gently smoothing over the area, ghosting over your skin as his strong arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him as you both caught your breaths. 

“Bradley,” you murmured lovingly, nuzzling into his warmth, it was hard to describe how you were feeling - but it felt weird. Good, but a little jarring. You’d never experienced sex in this fashion before - not entirely sure you’d even experienced any other partner giving you two orgasms, let alone while they were actually inside of you. Your heart was fluttering fast and hard, and the tears that had run down your cheeks had all but dried, but it felt as if the high was lingering - clouding your mind and making you feel so utterly vulnerable. 

Perhaps he could sense it, perhaps he could hear it in the smallness of your voice, but slowly he’d ushered you to rest against the broad expanse of his chest as he softly shushed and murmured against your skin. “You’re alright, darlin’ - did so good.” in the fluffy state your mind was in, you hadn’t really gathered that you were whimpering and making noises as Bradley held you. 

“There you are, baby… you’re alright, you’re safe - I’ve got you honey… fuck - that was incredible… you’re incredible,” he let out a small laugh as his strong hands moved up and down your spine, the other gently stroking over your hair as he murmured praise and soft words of encouragement in your ear. Tilting your head back, you took in the tenderness of his brown eyes, and you smiled softly up at him. 

“That’s it, there’s my beautiful Bambi,” Rooster murmured before placing a small kiss on your nose. “Gave unsteady legs a new meanin’ huh?” he rasped, grinning as you swatted at his chest, although you couldn’t help the amused smile that stretched on your lips. 

“Do we have to get up?” you murmured, pouting softly at the thought of leaving this heavenly moment. You didn’t want to walk out into the harshness, the cold, the bitter. You wanted to stay here, in Bradley’s arms where everything was okay, everything was safe and covered in a thick layer of fluffy soft clouds. 

“Not right now,” Bradley murmured against the top of your head “I have to get up to cook you something of substance to eat in a while, but you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that just yet,” he smiled, placing a reassuring kiss against your hair. You smiled softly at the thought, a content sigh making your form rise and fall gently in his hold.

“You never stop working, do you?” you teased.

“Well, hate to break it to ya, Bambs - but people will unfortunately always need to eat,” rolling your eyes, you felt the head chef had earned another light slap against his chest - the only answer was a rumbling sort of laughter that made his chest vibrate slightly against your touch. 

“And cooking for you isn’t a job,” he said casually “it’s something I love doing.”

For some reason, those small words sent a strong wave of emotion through your body, awakening the flutters of butterfly wings again. This time they were not only contained to your stomach, but seemed to flutter and spread warmth and overwhelming, nearly suffocating emotions all through your body. Choked up, you merely squeezed Bradley as tight as your muscles would allow it before offering him the most sincere

“Thank you.”