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fantasyandshit · 1 month

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My high lady

Type:One shot

Pairing: Eris x reader

Summary: Eris makes mistakes, causing a fight between his mate and himself- how will he win her over and bring her back home?

Warnings- Oral (f receiving) smut p in v, fighting

MDNI

“You know what! Fuck you Eris! I’m going to stay with my brother. Sort yourself out!”

I stomp through the room and out to the balcony, calling out to Rhysand that I would be coming.

‘Rhys’

‘Yn! What is it?’

‘I’m coming to stay in the night court for a bit-is that ok?’

‘Yes, of course yes- we all miss you, your brother will be ecstatic!’

‘Well then I’m on my way now-I’ll be there soon’

‘Can’t wait to see you’

Eris hadn’t moved from where he stood as my wings flared out- I look back one last time, “contact me once you’ve figured yourself out. But not before then.”

“Goodbye Eris.”

And with that I shut down my side of the bond and take off into the early morning skies. Out of the corner of my eye I swear i see my mate move but he doesn’t come after me or call for me past a singular step.

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“Hey little sister!” Cassian pulls me into a bone crushing hug, spinning me around and burying his head in my neck.

I laugh as he sets me down, “Hey big bro.” Looking past my brother I see his mate and we moved to hug- Nesta had never been a hugger but we had become close, sisters in a sense. I mean we were technically sisters in law. “Hey sis.”

“Hey girl. Oh remind me, I have a few new books for you.”

I smile as we make our way to the dining room and get greetings and hugs out of the way. Sitting down to eat.

“So what did Eris do?”

I choke a bit at Mor’s question, “He decided to be a prick.” My family’s eyebrows raised, looking for more information, “He just keeps undermining me and acting as if he didn’t declare me high lady of autumn, like my opinion and rule mean nothing to him.”

“He did what?” My brother looked angry, more angry than even I was

“Cass it’s- it’s fine. I blew up and he knows not to come after me till he sorted his own shit out.”

My brother simply glares at his potatoes, sliding his fork around in his plate as Mor tries to strike up other conversation.

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It had been two weeks TWO WEEKS since our fight and nothing- I mean I excoriated for him to do something, even send something down the bond but nothing. I was beginning to think he simply didn’t care. Didn’t want me back. Cassi and anger only grew with mine as time went on.

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“Fuck!” Eris’ fist slamms the table, breaking it nearly in half. “What have I done?”

Eris’ mind reeled, he didn’t know what was wrong with him but looking back and seeing all he had done to his mate, his wife, the ruler of his court- it killed him. He had to fix this. Fast. But he just didn’t know what to do.

So after two weeks of letting her have some time away from him, sure she didn’t want him, he went out to her favorite shops, buying her flowers and sweet treats, some more yarn for her crochet project, that painting she’d seen and desperately wanted, a new blanket and that dress she eyed in the store window, he bought her more books she had mentioned and her favorite tea and coffee. Quickly winnowing home and setting things together in a massive basket display on the bed, he strode over to his desk, writing a long, long note- apologizing and expressing his love and all the ways he’d fix it and more. Finally, he closed it, signed it, and set it in the middle of the bed. Sure this may have been seen as overboard but not to him, never to him, his mate was worth anything and everything, he’d burn the world down for her any time of any day.

Quickly, he fixed his hair, shaving the stubble that had grown over the past 14 days, he changed, spraying on your favorite cologne and sent a message through the bond.

‘I’m on my way. I have so many things to say to you- and I plan to beg at your feet for your forgiveness.’ And with that- he was off, winnowing to the night court.

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‘I’m on my way. I have so many things to say to you-and I plan to beg at your feet for your forgiveness.’

I jolt at the sudden, first sign of anything from Eris’ side of the bond, his words were filled with emotion as it came through to me and I know. I knew he spoke only the truth. I quickly make my way up to my room, freshening up and looking in the mirror, “you’ve got this.” I whisper it so low I almost don’t hear it.

As I walk back to my room I’m spooked yet again by my mate standing in the middle of he room, intense eyes meeting mine. “Hello again love.”

“Hello.”

“I- I don’t even know where to start with this. I’m more sorry than words exist to describe the feeling, it’s- darling I look back and realize all of done and apologies don’t even begin to cover my remorse, the utter disgust I feel when I think of what I’ve done, when I look in the mirror knowing I’ve hurt you my love. I hope you know that you- you are my world, my life and after you are my everything. I cannot begin to explain what I’ve done because there, there is no excuse for the utter miss treatment and horrid behavior.” He moves closer, I just barely stop the gasp threatening to leave me as he drops to his knees and stares up at me. “I will never undermine you again- your ideas, your opinions they are the only thing that matters, the only ones in this world I care to listen too. You are the high lady of autumn and I will start treating you as such. As the amazing, powerful woman you are.” He scorched closer, his hands going to my thighs. “Yn I am- I will worship you, I will kiss your feet and the land you walk on if I must to prove to you how regretful I am, to show you how much you truly mean to me.” His lips meet my thighs softly as he maintains eye contact.

“Eris. I love you.” I pull him up by his hands, keeping them in my grasp. “I understand the stress we’ve all been under and while your behavior was not ok but I forgive you. I love you and we will move past this as long as you keep your word and I know you will my love.”

A dopey smile appears on his face as he grabs mine, silently asking for permission, which I grant and he swiftly leans down, meeting my lips in his, a tender kiss being pulled from the both of us. “I love you.” He whispers into my mouth. As we pull away, my mate speaks again, “I have a surprise at home, may I bring you to it, back home.”

“Yes my love.”

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After saying goodbye to everyone, Eris being threatened by each of them, we winnow back to autumn, back home. As we appear in our bed chambers, I’m unable to hold in this gasp as I see the bed. “Eris you-you didn’t have to do this.”

“Yes I did. Now go look at your gifts love.” After looking through everything, nearly crying as I stroke the silk that’s just as soft as I imaged as I stared at it in the hop window. I look back to Eris, the small smile on his face making me light up as I bound over to him and pull him into another kiss.

My hands find his hair, twisting into it, giving it a small tug as his hands find my waist and a small growl leashes his lips. I’m pushed up against the door, his lips leaving mine to find my jawline, then my neck, then as my dress gets in the way, he rips it- another gasp leaves me as he does so, his lips trailing down my body, sucking marks as he works his way down. “I told you I would be on my knees before you- I’m keeping that.” He lowers to his knees, lips never breaking contact from my skin longer than needed to move to a new spot. His hands grapple at the back of my thighs as his tongue strokes me through my already soaked panties. He yet again- tears them with a growl before his lips land on my sensitive bud.

Eris nips the sensitive skin, sucking my bud into his mouth, in between his teeth before soothing the area with his tongue. His moth continues working my clit, small gasps and moans leaving me as my hands tug on his hair, hips rocking forward. I notice him rocking his hips, desperately trying to humo the floor the best he could causing a giggle to fall from my lips.

A small shriek leaves me as his tongue dives between my folds, my pussy clenching as he tastes all of me. Not long after I cum, my juices spraying his tongue and face. He stands and licks his lips, whipping his check with a finger before bringing it to my mouth, shoving it in between my lips. I suck his fingers, my tongue swirling it, looking at my mate through my lashes as I do so. I release his finger with a pop as he pushes me to our sofa- our bed currently occupied.

Eris’ clothes are shucked off quickly as he continues to suck on my neck, his hand working his dick for a moment before gliding it along my pussy lips. “Just put it in.” I growl, he smirks as he pushes in, to the hilt with one deep thrust. I nearly scream as he groans, beginning to move in and out at a fast but deep pace, utterly devastating. Sweat beads on his shoulder, dripping down his chest slowly. I push myself to my hands, licking up the small bit of moisture as he continues bullying in to me. Muttering praise and love into my ear in between groans.

“Eris I-I-“

“I know love.” He rocks me back and forth slightly, “cum for me. Cum for me my mate.” I cum with a shout, my pussy clenching around his cock in a death grip as white flashes in my vision and my body convulses, shortly after this his own release hits, thick streams of white cum coating my gummy walls.

Eris slowly pulls out with a hiss, turning to our bathroom before returning with a wet rag, carefully cleaning me up, placing tender kisses to my skin as he goes. “I love you.” He brushes my hair behind my ear before magicing the items on our bed away and laying me down, my eyes blinking groggily, a small smile spreading across our faces.

My mate lays beside me, “I love you too.” I curl into his warm chest, my eyes sliding shut as I fall into a peaceful sleep, his hands rubbing small circles across my back. “Sleep good my mate.”

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Ok ok here it is- I’m so so sorry for how long it took but I hope it’s good!

#acotar x reader #azriel x reader #azriel #acotar #elain archeron #elain x reader #feyre archeron #feyre x reader #nesta x reader #nesta archeron #cassian x reader #cassian #rhysand x reader #rhysand #eris vanserra #eris x reader #lucien vanserra #lucien x reader

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celestialh4ven · 11 months

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A Misunderstanding (part two)

masterlist | Part one | Part two

summary:

You and Miguel have been married for two years now, unfortunately for you he’s been a bit negligent after a few months of marriage. To keep your mind off of things you start to hang out more with a male friend you met at a coffee shop, soon Miguel realizes that you leave the house more and more to hang out with your friend and he’s now determined to make you his again.

paring: Miguel O’hara x Fem!Reader

cw: jealous!Miguel, angst(???) mb y’all I lied there will be no smut in this one maybe in part three.

wc: 1.4k

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click.

You open the door to your dimly lit home, and standing in front of you is Miguel, your husband.

"Huh? That's weird." you think to yourself. At this time of night, he's usually fast asleep.

Having just returned from a nighttime stroll with a friend, seeing him wide awake startles you for a moment. You glanced at him, observing his tense muscles, furrowed eyebrows, and crossed arms. It wasn’t hard to tell that he was upset. "Miguel?" you ask, visibly confused.

He doesn't say anything. “Migue—” “Who was that?” he cuts you off.

You were confused for a moment; who was he referring to?

“Wait, what? Is everything okay? You have work tomorrow. Why are you up?”

“You aren’t answering my question. Who was that man you were with this morning” he said. It was as if he was interrogating you.

Oh! That’s what he meant.

“Oh, that’s just a friend I made. I tried to tell—” “Why was I not informed about this friend?“ he interrupts, once again, “You would know if you stopped interrupting me.” You spat out. “Is that why you leave home more and more? To be with him, huh?” “I mean, it’s not like I have anything to do here, so, yeah.” you saw as he looked at you in disbelief. You didn’t know what was going on in his mind, but something in you told you that he was getting the wrong idea about something. "So you mean to tell me that because I've been busy with work, you turn your back to cheat on me ¿Has perdido la cabeza?!" he exclaimed.

Oh. so THAT’S what he thinks of you.

“You know what? I can NOT do this today. Good night, Miguel!” “Don't you good-fucking-night me, get over here,” he said as he grabbed your arm and pulled you to a wall, cornering you. He was massive, completely towering over you as he stared you down. “L…look, I didn’t cheat on you—” “Is it because I work long hours?” he cuts you off again. “What? No, I—” “Is it because we’re not intimate?” “What are you talking about, Miguel? I just wanted a fr—” “What am I talking about? I’m trying to figure out my wife is going around with other men.”

“WILL YOU STOP INTERRUPTING ME!” you yelled. “WELL FUCK! YOU WANT ME TO STOP INTERRUPTING, START SPEAKING. NOW I WILL ASK YOU AGAIN. WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH THAT MAN?” he was livid. The thought of that man touching you in places that should be reserved for him alone clouded his mind. “Did he touch you?” “Woah?” you said, shocked and confused. “Oh, for fuck sake! Did he touch you?”

“NO! He did not touch me. I wouldn't allow him to, you’re accusing me like I don’t love you anymore!” He went silent for a moment. “You should know that I wouldn't do something like this, Miguel,” you said with a hint of hurt. He immediately calmed down at your words, and his face softened. “I know. I know. It’s just,” He paused.

“You don't know how much I love you, mi corazón,” he said, bringing his head closer to yours. “Seeing you with the man I—” “You know, I wouldn't have to do that if you were around more. The only reason I'm with him so much now is because you don't make enough time for me,” you cut him off, this time your brows are furrowed. He noticed your upset face and let out a sigh.

There was no doubt that Miguel loved you, though he was terrible at showing it, which he now knew and planned to fix. He truly does love you. If only you knew how Miguel's work office was adorned with pictures of you, some of which you didn't even know existed. He was absolutely obsessed with you, occasionally kissing the little framed picture of you on his desk that motivated him to work harder. "Look at us, Miguel. We live in the same house, and we barely say a word to one another...," you said, breaking the silence. “For these past few weeks, my friend has been the only person keeping me from genuinely going insane because you don’t take time out of your day to care for me,” You felt the tears well up in your eyes again. You didn’t know why you were getting so emotional. You aren’t usually like this.

“I don’t want you to see him ever again…,” he said, frowning. “Are you serious right now? I just told you he’s the only one keeping me company!” “I know. I heard you. Don’t ever go see him again.” Is this man for real right now?

“You’re crazy!” you yelled before forcefully pushing him back. You headed toward the door and stopped for a brief moment. “You know. Sometimes I really wish I had never married you.” As hurtful as it was to do so, you pulled your ring from your ring finger, threw it on the ground and left.

Even when you told him how you felt and poured your entire heart out to him in your most vulnerable state, why is it that the only thing he could say to you was,

“I don’t want you to see him ever again…”

Just thinking about it made you feel sick. You needed space.

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Two whole months have passed since that argument…

You rented an apartment for the time being, and surprisingly, you were actually doing okay. You got a job as a sculptor and did things like pottery and art in your free time. For the first time in forever, you didn't feel confined to the four walls of your home anymore. You were a stay-at-home wife when you were living with Miguel, and as much as you loved it, it was incredibly lonely, and if you had put up with it for one more month, you swore you might’ve actually aired out the whole neighbourhood (jk jk). As for your friend, BIG YIKES.

When you left your home with Miguel, he was the first person you reached out to, and he had offered to let you stay at his house for a while. It was okay. That is, until he kicked you out, saying that you were, quote on quote, "too depressed," and that you could come to live with him again when you got your shit together. What a loser.

You didn't care, though. You were now focused on your career, and luckily, it was a huge success. You were selling a lot of sculptures and ceramics, and occasionally, you taught as a special guest teacher in a children's art class when you needed a little change.

Miguel repeatedly called you as he was worried about you, but you didn’t pick up his calls, afraid of what would happen if you did. Other than that, life was great, and honestly, you were a little grateful for that heated argument you two had. If it hadn't happened, you would not have been able to find yourself as you have now.

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Currently…

You just got out of your bathroom after a long soapy bath. You wore an oversized T-shirt and some shorts and were ready to start your day. You made coffee and avocado toast, took them to your art room, and got to work. You were working on your latest art piece and were determined to finish it as soon as possible. You quickly ate your breakfast, got your brushes, and started to swipe on your canvas.

Two hours have passed…

You finished a good chunk of your art piece now, it’s time to get on to the next thing! You washed your hands and dashed to your computer.

Request

Your computer was full of emails and DMS asking how much it was to buy one of your ceramics and latest artworks. You responded to five of your customers, went to your art room, got some clay and started making the requested ceramics.

Seven hours have passed…

You finished three ceramics, got one of your random artworks, wrapped them up and made them look pretty, and shipped them off to their respective buyers. You then DM’ed the other two customers telling them they’d be getting their order in two days.

You were getting hungry again, so you went to the kitchen to make yourself a little something to treat yourself.

Ding

Dong!

Your doorbell rang. You thought it was the new clay you ordered, so you rushed to the door and opened it, only to see

"Miguel…?”

#miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #astv miguel #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara smut #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel x you #Miguel x fem!reader #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o'hara x black reader #Spotify

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ystrike1 · 9 months

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Taming a Corrupted Slave Man - By Purple Village (8.5/10)

Love is off the table. Everything is a lie. Constant mind games. It's exhausting. Our protagonist is kind of a sociopath but I get it. Being the only woman with healing powers in the country is crazy stressful. The problem is everybody is crazy, and all of the love stories here end in blood. There's a surprise twist yandere too.

Aren is the only daughter of a very special family. Literally only the current king knows she has healing powers. It's a rare thing. Her family gets tons of royal cash because her existence is so convenient. She's VERY sheltered and her father loves her VERY much. He refuses to have more kids, because he loved his wife who died in childbirth. He spoiled his special daughter too much.

She dies at the hands of her fiance, Duke Daiman. He's a strong, brilliant Knight...with a heart condition. She cured his heart, because she fell for his good looks at first sight. Daimen took advantage of her. He is a genius with royal blood. He uses her family money to attempt to usurp the throne. He also brings in a lover named Lillian, because he thinks she's that stupid. He thinks she will let him have a lover, because she's so lonely and she loves him so blindly.

Her father died in war. Her fiance is all she has.

She stands up for herself.

She says she will not let another woman in.

She attempts to break off their engagement, and he stabs her in the back.

Why?

Well, he doesn't want her to marry into another family. She's too useful. Her healing powers are too valuable. If he can't use her no one can.

His lover smirks while she dies.

Aren basically wakes up evil it's wild. She values her servants. She adores her father utterly. She will not let him die in war. The law dictates that a man from every family must go to war, so she decides to adopt a "brother" into the family. A meat bag to be used so her beloved father may live. There's not even a whiff of romance.

Aren knows who the most talented swordsman is.

She goes out to pick him up.

It's a slave named Cassadim. He became a royal servant under the Crown Prince in her past life. He was known for his unreal beauty and his savagery in battle.

Aren feels a little guilty for like a second, but she uses the royal money she has to buy him. From then on there is zero remorse. Her father knows, by the way. She literally tells her father he should adopt a fake son to use, if he's still not willing to remarry. Aren and her father are both actually interesting because they're "nice" on the surface, but if you annoy them...well...bye? Aren is against(?) traditional slavery. Kinda. She doesn't like torture. She intends to let Cassadim live well as her brother. As a noble. If he doesn’t die in battle he will lead a charmed life...but omg buying him to take her dad's place is soooo messy. Evil ice princess dang.

(Also Cassadim was used for "night services" as a slave, so she does save him from that. She NEVER does anything sexual to him. She also uses her powers to fix his scars, and health issues that piled up when he was an arena fighter. He's getting a pretty good deal. A healthy body. The possibility to survive as a noble son. Yeahhhh. Slight problem though. SHE NEVER TELLS HIM. HE DOESN'T KNOW HE'S A WAR HORSE UNTIL IT HAPPENS. AH! but by then he is willing to die for the family so I guess...the plan worked...)

By the way nobody knows Aren is a healer. She of course steps in to save the prince.

Cassadim doesn't know EVERYTHING, but he knows. He doesn't trust Aren. He's totally right to be suspicious. He also uses her. He mistakenly thinks the King is the one who destroyed his home country. So he uses knowledge he gets from Aren's medical book collection to create poison. He goes to the ball with her.

He poisons the prince, Leon.

And now he's in love....not really. Leon thinks Aren is the most perfect and convenient wife. She says no and he gets pushy. Cassadim finally gets jealous. He likes living with Aren and being her brother on paper, but he doesn't know how to feel about her getting married. He starts to act immature for the first time. He has been spoiled, on purpose, by Aren. This is the way she wants him to be. Clingy. Protective. Willing to die for her.

She tells him she knows everything. She knows he poisoned the Prince. He did it because HE used to be a prince, but his country was burned to ash.

The King didn’t do it.

Duke Daiman's father did.

How convenient.

Aren jumps on the chance. She convinces Cassadim to go against the Duke with her. She pins the blame for the poison on the Duke too. Her revenge is perfect...Cassadim snaps for the first time. He accuses her of being a seductress. A liar. Someone who will never care about him as much as he cares about her.

He's sort of right. They fall in love later, but Aren is totally obsessed with revenge for half the story.

He actually attacks her.

Things get tense.

Then we get the classic yandere ramblings. Yes, after years of "love" Cassadim loses. He is putty in her hands. Unable to stand the thought of her getting married or even sleeping next to someone else. He starts begging her to use him when she has "urges", because he doesn't want another man to do it. The Prince, and actually lots of people, start to comment about how weird he is. His worshipful love is an open secret.

Aren grabs her last puzzle piece. Tol. A slave that was tortured by Daiman and his butler. Aren does a great favor for Tol. His tongue was cut out. She grows it back for him. Tol is grateful and he agrees to lie for her. Someone must be blamed for the poison incident.

The plan is:

Aren pretends to be a foolish girl in love with the Duke, who visits him in prison.

She will then claim the Duke encouraged her to commit treason and hide signs of his crime.

Tol will pretend to be a witness, as he has been a slave in the ducal house for a while.

She unleashes the plan when Daiman thinks he is safe. When he's out of prison with an alibi, at the Prince's royal birthday.

It goes off without a hitch. Daiman freaks out and has a seizure in front of everyone. Then, all of his enemies know about his secret weakness. If he doesn’t go to jail that's fine. One of his many enemies will take advantage of that weak heart of his.

Aren gleefully laughs about how she easily could have been his savior. He had the LITERAL ONLY MAGICAL HEALER in his grasp, and he chose to abuse her.

He falls from grace, and even the prince acknowledges how scary Aren is.

Plot twist.

Daiman was obsessed with Aren in their shared past life. He cut her off from the world. He kept her his secret and he coveted her power and he was madly in love...but he was a bad yandere. He was not openly affectionate. He enjoyed controlling every step of her day. He knew she loved him unconditionally, so he made her chase him and beg for his love when she was lonely.

He brought in Lillian, a random woman, purely to make Aren jealous.

When Aren lashes out for the first time ever Daiman stabs her because he sucks, and he doesn’t want her to leave him. He didn’t want Aren to hate him. He just wanted her to be lonely whenever he wasn't around. He stabs her the second she falls out of love with him.

Lillian desperately tries to seduce him to save her own life, but Daiman cruelly torments her before he kills her too. He blames Lillian for ruining his perfect Aren.

Cassadim is a little less crazy. He gets the right to wed Aren after he does well in the war.

The audacity.

#Taming a Corrupted Slave Man #yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #otome isekai #otome games

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aziraphales-library · 2 months

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Heya ! I'm looking for some fics that are set post season 2. Not fixits exactly, not that I would mind fixits. But I'm looking for long canon compliant fics. Also, is there a tag for such fics ?

We have #good omens s2 and #canon compliant tags. On ao3 you'll want to use the tags "Post-Season/Series 02" and "Canon Compliant", which is what I did to find you these...

scherzo in f-sharp minor, for orchestra by astrhae (M)

It was a truth universally acknowledged that an angel in possession of no memory must be in want of a wife. No, that was the wrong book. The wrong line. Aziraphale frowned. “What,” the gentleman before him asked, “and I mean what, are you doing here?” ----------------- Or, two years after things fall apart, Aziraphale shows up at Crowley's doorstep without his memories. The easy part is getting it back, the hard part is getting them back together.

Until the Bitter End by sentientsky (T)

After learning the truth about Heaven's plans and fruitlessly trying to fix a corrupt system (and maybe also having his memory messed with a little bit in the process), Aziraphale slips back to Earth in search of Crowley.

i will make it better, if only for us by davethefish (T)

With Aziraphale in Heaven, everything that Crowley loved has left the earth. He doesn't know what to do, so he starts small. Maybe someday he'll love the earth as much as he loved Aziraphale. It's time for him to remember why he chose to stay in the first place.

Black Holes and Revelations by ArtisticRising (E)

Crowley takes a leap of faith… into the heart of a black hole. It’s the last card Crowley has to play. He can’t do this without Aziraphale… and he’s betting that Aziraphale can’t do this without him. Act I (Black Holes) ends around Chapter 6 (10 if you want the smut babes). You could leave the story off there. Up til chapter 6 you have a whole story that’s pretty much G rated. From there my thirst comes out like a sexy little demon in tight jeans and a vaguely downwards saunter. Act II (Revelations) is an attempt at season 3. Treat it as a separate work that builds off Act I. Lots of plot twists ahead/theories/speculations that I won’t spoil for you :)

The Ineffability of Gray by kitfornow (NR)

Fifteen years have passed since Aziraphale returned to Heaven, and still sometimes Crowley feels shell shocked and embarrassed and grief-stricken. And mostly, he still feels numb. Fifteen years isn’t really so long, in the grand scheme of things, and yet these have somehow been the longest years of his existence. He can almost feel time crawling by, laughing at him. But slowly, so slowly, Crowley began to try again. To try harder. To find a piece of himself that Aziraphale had not touched. To find a piece of himself that does not need changing. On his good days, he can open up. His friends come over to the flat, once in a while, and Maggie brings new records and Muriel brings burnt cookies that no-one complains about because they're so proud of them. They'll exchange stories and simply enjoy each other's company for a few hours. And sometimes, he feels almost alright. Until Crowley turns around and Aziraphale is there, standing in front of him, trying to stop the world from ending all over again.

hurry back, please bring it back home to me by Percyjacksonfan3 (T)

“Why should I?” The demon interrupts cuttingly. “You’ve made it perfectly clear where your priorities lie and anything I say won’t make a bit of difference.” “That’s not true at all.” Aziraphale replies after a long hurt moment. “And you know it. Besides, you’re being stubborn. You’ll help me eventually.” Rage flashes over Crowley’s face. “You think so, do you?” Aziraphale juts his chin up stubbornly, ignoring the unpleasant feelings Crowley’s expression stirs in him. “Yes.” Aziraphale needs Crowley's help in saving humanity from the Second Coming and despite what happened between them he's determined to get it. After all, it's not only that he needs Crowley, but his plan also includes their car. As for the other matters between the two of them... well there's no reason those can't be sorted out along the way as well, is there? Or, a possible take on Series 3 that includes the Bentley, a resurrected Jesus Christ set on bringing about the End of Days, and an angel and a demon who are stupidly in love with each other but are both suffering from a lack of experience on how to actually deal with said emotions. Emphasis on the stupidly.

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #canon compliant #long fic #mod d

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spidybaby · 11 months

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I do... do I?

Summary: The stress of planning a wedding makes you re-think everything.

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: I got inspired while watching a lot of wedding shows like say yes to the dress 🤭❤��

"We have bad news," your mom says. You can feel your eye twitch with stress. You tried your best to let everything go with the wind, but the wind is turning into a big tornado.

"What now?" You cry, hands on your face. "It's the third bad news today."

"They lost two of the bridesmaids' dresses." She walked a few steps back, knowing you'll probably blow up. "And they're not able to deliver them back on time."

You can feel your blood boil. But you don't want your mom to get the fire if she didn't cause it. You only lift your hand for her to stop talking.

"You know what?" You say, grabbing your things. "I'm going home." You kiss her cheek and left her home.

The drive home you overthink a lot of the things. There's a lot of things that are going wrong.

First, the makeup artist cancels you.Now the new mua is not bad, but you can't get to love her work on you. The brides maids love the makeup, and your mom loves the work, but you don't.

Second, the florist ordered the wrong flowers, but now that can be fixed, but the wedding planner started an innecesary fight with the florist, and they told you that they're not changing anything.

Third, the dress. You're supposed to love it. You're supposed to cry when you find it, and you did. But when you got it back a few days ago, it wasn't how you expected it. It was way too tight. They tried to fix it, but it keeps coming back the same way.

And now, the bridesmaid's dresses, you don't know if it's a signal of the skies for you and Ky not to get married, maybe you're not destinate to unite.

You just wanted a warm bath and some food. Your muscles hurt, your head hurts, and everything hurts.

The sound of the phone takes you out of your thoughts. Kylians' name can be read.

"Hi, baby," you say, faking your happy voice. He knew some of the things but not all the things. You told him about little details but not the big ones.

"Amour, are you home?" He sounds happy. I wish to be like that right now.

"No, I'm actually on my way back home."

"Would you be super cute and come get me?" The voice he's using is this super kind one he uses when he wants to get something. "Please?" You laugh.

You told him yes and turned the car on the way to the training camp, when Kylian and you spend very little time together, he usually asks you to pick him up, to drop him to training. He would spend every little second he can with you.

You work for him, so you can actually say it was easy to be there, but that doesn't mean you are going to spend that time together.

The guard at the gate knows you, so he just opens the door for you to park. A small thank you and a wave is all you do before entering the building.

You sit outside of the lockers. You can hear the guys talking and joking around. The sound of Kylians voice makes you happy.

They began to exit the locker room, and they said hi and goodbye to you. Some even hug you hi and goodbye.

"Let's go bébé," Ky takes your hand and kisses it multiple times. Hand in hand, you both walk to your car.

He resumed his day for you, telling you all the jokes, the training he did, and even how he joke around with some of his friends.

Once you're home, the talking on his side doesn't stop. He keeps going, not noticing how unusually quiet you're.

"Do you want to take a bath with me?" You ask, interrupting his chat. He's very happy and excited today. You're not.

He says yes and asks you if he can prepare the bath. You let him, wanting him to have his way today. He lights your favorite candle, uses your favorite scent, and even brings your favorite snack to spend a nice time.

You let him talk while you relax, you back to his chest, his hands caressing your arms, kissing your shoulder, massaging them.

"I can't wait to do this every day, but calling you my wife." He kisses your neck. You smile, remembering that at the end of all the stress, you get a happy ending with him.

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You check the time one more time. the lady is looking at you confused. "He probably got stuck in a meeting," you laugh, the look on the wedding planner is a pitiful one.

You curse Kylian in your mind. You remind him may times about the cake testing, now you're there alone, just like the other two reunions he missed in the past.

You hated the pitiful looks that people gave you, like if you're the only one interested in this wedding.

You picked the cake you think is the best, even tho it's the first one you tried, not really caring about the other thousand in front of you.

The cake lady tells you to take your time, but the anger you have about all this situation is so wrong. You grab your things, telling the wedding planner to not call you for the rest of the day, thank the lady, and walk out.

You enter your home angry, but the anger turns into disappointment. Kylian is calmly playing fifa on the couch with Ethan, as if he didn't miss a very important meeting.

"Hey, sis." Ethan greet you, you smile at him. Scared of opening your mouth. Kylian does the same, but you only scuff and walk to the room you share. "Okay, that's my outing."

Ethan picks his things, telling his brother to fix whatever he's doing to make you mad. Kylian is confused, not understanding. Maybe your period? But no. Maybe you're just mad at everything. Yeah, that's it.

"Can we talk?" He says as he takes a seat next to you in bed. You're madly typing your phone.

"Oh, he has time for me now?" Your laugh is sarcastic, very dry and mean even. "Please don't let me get in the middle of your very important fifa game."

"Amour, please don't be sarcastic. Let's talk." He's trying his best to understand why trigger your attitude.

"Tell me something." You throw your phone on the bed. "What were we supposed to do together today?"

He's trying to remember, but he can't think of anything important enough for you to be this mad. "What?"

"Let me help you. We had our cake selection."

"And you're mad about me not being there to pick the cake?" He scuffed, not finding why you're mad. "It's just cake."

Your blood boils again. "Just cake?" You laugh. "Kylian, it's not just cake. It's the flowers, the invitations, the drinks."

"Bébé, it's not a big deal." He tried to hug you. You push his hands away.

"Then why are we doing this?" You feel like crying, feeling like anyone understands you, nobody care enough but you. "If you don't care."

"Because you wanted a big wedding."

"Then let's stop." You interrupted. "If this is only because of me, then let's stop."

"Don't be silly." He laughs nervously. "We're doing this together."

"We're not Kylian. You can't even compromise to get to picking the things. Can you even compromise with me after that?"

"Okay, now you're crossing the line." He's serious, mad that you think he doesn't care.

"Ky, you're not into this. What's the point of getting married if probably you'll not be there." Your voice elevates. You don't want to scream, but your frustration is getting the best of you.

"I think you need to calm down, I want this with you, but I don't want the crazy part. Just relax." He elevates his own voice now.

"Do you even want to marry me?" You start crying, feeling all hit you at the same time. "I can't do this, you don't care, and I don't want to pressure you into marriage if you don't want to even pick the things with me."

You realize the mistake of hiding all the wrong things, not letting him know how the process is stressing you. "I just want us to be happy." You grab a pillow and put it against your face.

He hugs you, letting you cry your feelings, letting you break down. He's mad at himself. He cared but obviously not enough to notice how this is affecting you.

"I'm sorry." You say drying your tears with his t-shirt. "I just can't with his anymore." You feel the weight of the wedding on you, and don't want that anymore.

"Then let's not." He grabs your face. "We can cancel everything."

"You don't want to get married?" Your eyes water again.

"No, I do want to, but I'm not letting you suffer from stress and have an unhappy bride." He kisses your nose, your cheeks, your lips. "I want you to be happy, and I'm sorry if I wasn't there for you."

"I'm sorry I hide everything, I just want this to be perfect." You laugh, trying not to cry again.

"We can still have a perfect day." He let go of you, looking for his computer. "Do you still have that beautiful white dress I gift you?"

You nod confused. He was typing super quickly. "Here." He turns the computer for you to see. This beautiful and very private place in Greece, it's a kind of hotel but this is a special room for an intimate ceremony. "Do you like this?"

"I don't get it." You're confused. He wanted to cancel everything but is organizing a trip. "Why are you looking for that."

"Cause you," he pops your nose with his finger. "And me." Me points at himself smiling. "Are eloping."

You laugh, knowing he's trying his best to erase the pressure. "Ky, we already paid a lot of money." You remind him.

"Not like we're going broke for a few hundred thousand." He jokes, "I'll write you a check, you don't need to worry about money, my love, I got you." You were about to refuse, but he was quicker. "No buts, get your pretty ass to the closet and pack that white dress. We leave tomorrow."

You grab his head, kissing him like it's the last time. "You're making me so happy right now." You kiss him again. "Don't we need two witnesses?"

"I'll text Ethan, you text your sibling." He kisses you. Knowing all he needs is you and somebody who can pronounce you his wife.

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"You can kiss your bride." The wedding officiant says, smiling at you two.

Kylian takes you face in his hands, the way your eyes are shining, your smile is as bright as the sun, and the sunset making you look like a goddess.

Ethan and your sibling clap happy. They're both there as witnesses. Even if it was a last-minute thing, they're there for both of you.

"Je t'aime, mon amour." You say, kissing him one more time. "It's you and I till the end."

"You and I. Ma femme."

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allthingsfangirl101 · 3 months

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Rough Patch – Joe Keery

The honeymoon phase in a relationship is real. So is the reality check that always follows once you wake up. Joe and I got married a year ago. The months leading up to the wedding were incredible. I never thought I'd be happier.

When we got back from our honeymoon and things started to settle down, he went back to work and I focused on fixing up our apartment. When he went back to work, he was gone a lot more. It made the first year very difficult for us. He wasn't around and I would get overwhelmed having to take care of everything while he was gone.

I have tried to be a supportive wife, but it's getting harder and harder for me. It's gotten too hard to go months without seeing each other, barely talking on the phone. I couldn't help but get tired of the unanswered texts and missed phone calls. I am tired of celebrating things by myself.

The last time he left was a few months before our first anniversary. He swore up and down that he'd be back in time. Our anniversary is tomorrow so I called him tonight to figure out our plans. He is getting on a plane first thing tomorrow morning and will be home by lunch.

"Hey, you."

"Hey, baby. Happy Almost Anniversary!" I giggled excitedly. "I am so excited, I have the entire night planned from the minute you get home to the minute we fall asleep naked in each other's arms. I thought we could go to the restaurant we had our first date. You know, the one you also proposed to me at? What time is your flight supposed to be getting in? I could pick you up from the airport and we could get lunch and then. . ."

"Y/N," Joe cut me off.

"Yeah?"

"I'm not going to be back in time."

My stomach dropped at his words. "What are you. . . What do you mean you won't be back in town?"

"No," he sighed. "Sorry."

"But. . ."

"It's not like it's a big deal," he mumbled.

"It's our anniversary, Joe," I said, the tears I was pushing down turning to anger. "It is a big deal. It's the first anniversary of our wedding, Joe. You can't just not come home. What? Am I supposed to celebrate by myself? That's. . . That's pathetic."

"Calm down, Y/N," he sighed. "We can celebrate it when I get home."

"And when will that be?" I demanded. "We've been married a year and I don't think we've spent more than one week sleeping in the same bed. You're never home, Joe."

"I work," he said.

"I'm aware of that but. . ."

"And what am I supposed to do, Y/N?" He challenged. "Not work? Well, if I don't work then we will become homeless. I have to work, Y/N."

"I know you have to work, Joe. But I feel like you see your coworkers more than you see your wife."

"That's normal. It happens."

"It shouldn't," I corrected. "Normal people with normal jobs go home to their wives every night. I can't remember the last time you worked on a job here in town and came home every night to me."

"What are you saying?" He challenged again. "You want me to quit?"

"No," I said quickly. "You know I never want that. I just want to see you more, Joe. I'm sorry for missing my husband."

I hung up the phone, the tears I'd been fighting finally falling. I sat on our bed, tears streaming down my face as I watched my hands shake. I waited for my phone to ring but it never did. I fell asleep that night with dried tears on my face and no messages on my phone.

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I woke up on our anniversary completely alone. I forced myself out of bed and barely got myself dressed. I wore a simple pair of leggings and a baggy T-shirt. I slowly cleaned the apartment, going in and out of crying fits.

Around noon, my phone started ringing. When I saw who was calling me, my throat tightened. I let the phone ring as I saw Joe's contact picture. I couldn't bring myself to answer it. When it finally stopped ringing, I slowly walked away from my phone.

The day continued like that. I slowly went through my normal checklist of daily things to do, ignoring my phone that kept ringing. Around 3 o'clock, a delivery man came to the door and delivered flowers. I read the card but it didn't change how I felt.

I'm really sorry about not being there today. Please take yourself out to dinner and really spoil yourself. I will spoil you as soon as I get home. I promise! I love you, Y/N.

With Regret, Your Loving Husband, Joe.

I tossed the card onto the counter and left the flowers there. I didn't have the energy to accept his apology. This is what he always did. He missed important things, sent flowers, and came home acting like nothing happened. First, it was his birthday. Then it was Thanksgiving. He barely made it home on Christmas Day. He missed Valentine's Day. And now he was missing our anniversary.

I ordered some dinner and ate it while watching one of my favorite movies. Even my comfort movie didn't cheer me up. I threw away the trash and laid down on the couch.

I was starting to fall asleep when there was a knock at the door. I slowly paused the movie and went to answer it. When I opened the door, my heart jumped into my throat.

"You're here," I said slowly.

"Hey, baby," Joe smiled weakly.

"Why did you knock on your own apartment?" I asked. "Did you lose your key?"

"No," he chuckled. "I didn't. I was just trying. . ."

"I thought you weren't getting in until late Monday night."

"I wasn't supposed to," he stuttered. "But after our fight last night and you weren't answering your phone this morning, I needed to talk to you. We need to talk about this, Y/N."

"You're missing work." I turned on my heel and walked back into our apartment.

"Y/N," he sighed as he chased after me. "Wait, hang on, baby. Please. Can we talk about this?"

"What is there to talk about?" I demanded as I turned around. "Clearly, your job is more important than our marriage."

"That's not true!" He defended.

"Really?" I challenged. "Joe, yesterday you acted like it wasn't a big deal to miss our first wedding anniversary."

"And that was wrong," he tried to interrupt.

"Do you know how many phone calls you miss? How many of my texts go unanswered? Do you know how many nights I go to sleep, wondering where my husband is and what he's doing? Wondering when I will see him? This hasn't been easy on me, Joe."

"It hasn't been easy on me either," he said.

"You have work to distract you from being alone," I cut him off. "I have nothing. I sit at home all day with nothing to do other than think about and miss my husband."

"You could always get a job." His sentence dropped when he saw the look on my face.

"You really want to go down this road?" I challenged.

"No, but. . ."

"But nothing," I cut him off again. "Joe, I can't keep doing this."

"Wait," Joe said quickly. He grabbed my hands, pulling me closer to him. He lowered his voice and whispered, "This is just a rough patch, baby. We can. . . We can work through this."

"Can we?" I asked, my voice breaking. "Because, right now, I feel like I've been doing all the work. I mean, when was the last time you called me? Joey, I don't know. . ."

Joe cut me off by pulling me closer and crashing his lips onto mine. I knew he was doing this to cut me off so I couldn't end this, but I didn't care. I missed this. I missed being in his arms. I missed being kissed by him. I missed the feeling he gave me as our lips moved in sync. I missed him.

I had tears streaming down my face as I broke the kiss. I took a step back, pulled my hands out of his, and wrapped my arms around myself.

"Joe," I whispered. "I can't be the only one in this relationship anymore. I mean. . . I feel like you don't love me anymore."

"What?" Joe gasped. "Y/N, do you really think. . . How could you. . . Y/N, baby, of course, I still love you. I never stopped. You really think that I stopped loving you?"

"Can you blame me?" My voice broke as the tears continued to stream down my face. Joe stepped up right in front of me and gently grabbed my elbows.

"I am so sorry that I made you think I didn't love you," he whispered. "I love you with all my heart, Y/N. You are the most important person in my life. I never should've made you feel like my job was more important than the love of my life. Please give me another chance. I will prove to you that you are more important. I will make sure you never go a day without knowing just how much I love you. I will do anything to make it up to you."

"I just need you around more," I said, my sob getting stuck in my throat. "I just need my husband."

Joe pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around him and cried into his neck.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he whispered as he started rocking us back and forth. He reached up and started playing with my hair. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I didn't say anything as he led us over to the couch and sat us down, neither one of us letting go of the other.

"I have an idea," he started, his voice still soft. "Tomorrow, we are going to wake up and make breakfast together. Then, after we get ready, I'm going to take you shopping and buy you whatever you want. We'll get lunch and go see that new movie you've been dying to see. We'll get dinner, come home, and spend the rest of the night in bed."

"Joe," I giggled when he changed his voice at the end. I playfully pushed him, but he instantly pulled me back into his arms.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered as he relaxed us into the couch. "And I am so sorry. It will never happen again. I promise, baby."

"I love you too, Joe."

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peachymilkandcream · 7 months

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Movie! William's Yandere Alphabet

(A/N: I just did the NSFW alphabet we had to do another, please for the love of all give me some requests with this man I'm going to go batshit crazy with him)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get? In my opinion William is super affectionate when he gets the chance to be. He's super into affection when he can get it and he's very generous with it even if she doesn't seem to want it as much.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling? Murder is clearly not knew for William, he knows what he's doing well by now so another couple of disappearances are just the norm at this point.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them? William never abducted his wife, he just slowly manipulated her into marriage. So once they're first married and he's "trapped" her, he acts the same he always has because he knows if he's not careful she'll remember she can file for divorce and that's a whole mess.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will? If she suddenly decided to deny him affection or sex he takes it forcefully, there is no telling him no. He doesn't care where it is he's getting what he wants.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? On everything aside from his crimes he's transparent with her, he shows his feelings and she knows what he's thinking. It adds to her thinking that there's nothing wrong with their relationship.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back? He'd be rather unimpressed, clearly he would believe someone influenced her in this rebellion and that was another thing he had to clean up.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape? He doesn't keep her under a super tight lock and key, but if she tried to escape he would have a good time trying to bring her back. To him it is a game, so long as it doesn't get too far and he has a mess to clean up.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them? There have been many times he's punished or threatened to punish her in front of the children. She can take everything but her children witnessing abuse or being abused themselves.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling? William's already achieved his goal as far as his wife, he'd just like to regain the money they'd lost when the business closed, which is why he has many plans to fix things.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope? He is known to get jealous, however he usually can keep things in check, coping with rough sex to make him feel better and that she was still attracted to him.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling? Most of the time William is a super sweet husband, albeit controlling. He is very affectionate and loving, he just cares about her maintaining her roles as a woman. He is more of a manipulative rather than violent yandere.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling? William set up a trap for her, having her work at the then diner and making her hours cut in to college classes until she dropped out. He would pay for her apartment rent with sexual favours until she got pregnant, then marrying her. He really just thought she was sexy which is why he chose her.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else? If anything William is more nasty and blunt to everyone but his wife, he gets off on her defending him even when he doesn't deserve it. He only cares to impress her and her alone, and she's so naive that when people tell her how he is she disagree.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling? William does quick and straight to the point punishments, a quick slap or non-consensual sex, then he forgives her.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? She has some, trained enough that she can have friends and go out on her own. Although the way she is at home is entirely determined by him, and "toxic" influences are cut out immediately.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling? William is a very impatient man, thankfully for her she got her act together quickly. If she had not submitted then he would've moved on before she got pregnant.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? He would not have the time or energy to move on, just wrapping himself in his work.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go? Because he's broken her so well she seems happy, which is how he justifies that he did the right thing. He reasons they've been together so long it would be pointless to let her go.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)? Since William wanted a family but never had the time or desire to maintain a relationship so he went for in his mind the fastest way to get what he wanted with minimal effort.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? Deep down he feels bad, he tries to make it better if possible, explaining why he does the things he does. Usually she buys every word.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere? He's very allowing and not as controlling as most, relying on manipulating and gaslighting her to feel what he wants her to feel.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape? His work and trust of her, if she truly wanted to escape she could really just walk out the door if she found Vanessa or Micheal and they took her in.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling? If he was extremely stressed and she was giving him sass then possibly, but he really tries to avoid it, wanting to keep up that good guy image for her.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over? William never really tried to win her over, he just acted like normal and kept giving her children, even in mourning. Eventually she fell in love with him.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? He never really had a snapping moment, once she got pregnant there was not going back in his mind is all.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling? William successfully broke his darling, completely and utterly. She happily sees herself growing old with him because she loves him.

#william afton smut #william afton x reader #william afton x oc #steve raglan smut #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan x oc #five nights at freddys #five nights at freddys movie

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nerdiellers · 1 year

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Sleep Well My Love

Summary: Nagi reminisces everything about you. The day you met, the day you fell in love, every memory he has of you.

fem!reader

Warning: Child loss, attempted suicide, I might break your heart more than I broke mine ( ; ω ; )

No miners! 18+ only for mature content

This is all read from Nagi’s POV

You died today. It was sudden. Too sudden.

You and Nagi were on your way home from a date when it happened. Holding each other’s hands, you were waiting for the light to change so you could cross the street.

Nagi had gotten a text from his coach so as soon as the crosswalk indicated pedestrians could go, he began walking as he looked at his phone. It was regarding the upcoming game with the date and team they were up against.

Suddenly, he felt two hands push him hard and he ended up dropping his phone as he landed on the ground. He heard a screeching noise and the sound of something getting hit. Then, a scream.

Nagi immediately looked up to see a car had gotten into an accident. Panicking, he looked around to find you, only, he couldn’t.

He watched as people ran to the person in the car as they peeled back in reverse and sped away. People yelling if anyone got the license plate and to call the police. It was then Nagi noticed that someone had gotten hit and his heart stopped. There was a line of blood that started right where Nagi had been pushed and it went to the person who was hit. Who was wearing your clothes.

Standing as quickly as he could, he ran to where the crowd was. “(Y/N?!)”

Pushing his way through, he kept calling your name until he had finally stood near you. There was a pool of blood around your and your eyes remained opened. And lifeless.

“(Y/N)?” His voice was shaky as he knelt down by you. “(Y/N) are you ok?” He asked, taking you in his arms. Nudging you, he continued to call out your name. “(Y/N) this isn’t funny. Wake up.”

But you didn’t. Your warm body was losing it’s temperature. Panic set in Nagi as tears began to well in his eyes. He pulled you close to his chest and rested his head on your shoulder, not caring that he was getting blood all over him. He had to keep you warm until the ambulance arrived.

You couldn’t be gone. He refused to believe it. You were on your way home from your first anniversary since you married him. You were both expecting a child and were 4 1/2 months along.

What was Nagi supposed to do? He couldn’t lose either one of you. Not his beloved wife and precious child. You were just about to find out the sex of your first child together.

Your body steadily grew colder and colder and Nagi began sobbing against you, rocking back and forth with you in his arms. This couldn’t be real.

Sirens were heard as an ambulance was nearing. But still, Nagi refused to let you go.

Nagi’s time stopped after you were officially announced dead. He couldn’t feel anything anymore and he didn’t want to. He couldn’t even speak even if he wanted to.

He then heard a voice calling out his name, but he couldn’t bring it in him to look at who it was, his eyes fixed on the ground where you laid before you were taken away.

Reo, Isagi, and Chigiri appeared in Nagi’s peripheral but even then, he couldn’t look away. His tears had dried on his cheeks and he couldn’t even feel his own heart breaking.

The three of them looked at each other with worried expressions. Reo gently set his hand on Nagi’s shoulder.

“We should go plan her funeral, Nagi.” He spoke softly.

Funeral. The word left a horrid taste in Nagi’s mouth.

Tears welled up in his eyes again. Isagi and Chigiri pulled Reo away.

“Reo! Why the shit would you say that?!” Chigiri seethed.

“Because it’s the truth! Her body needs to be taken care of. Of course we’ll help to make it easier on him.”

Body. She’s not a body. She’s (Y/N). And our child.

The three of them looked at Nagi with wide eyes. who whispered it instead of thinking to himself as those same tears poured out his eyes.

It took the three of them to finally get Nagi away from the spot he was stuck in.

They took Nagi home, back to where the two-almost three of you lived. But as soon as he stepped into the doorway and saw the remnants of you throughout the home. He slowly walked up to your shared bedroom and stared at the bed, your side in particular.

It smelled like you in there. Your makeup, jewelry, and perfumes were sitting on the vanity Nagi bought for you when you agreed to move in with him. It was something you had picked out. More like, you had eyed it once before so he decided to surprise you with it the day you moved in.

Something in Nagi snapped and he punched the vanity mirror. He wanted to feel something, anything.

Reo, Isagi, and Chigiri ran into the room to see Nagi’s fist against the broken mirror. There was glass surrounding the items on the vanity as well as on the floor. Tiny shards stuck to Nagi’s fist as he bled.

Isagi and Chigiri ran to Nagi while Reo went to get the first aid kit from the bathroom. Everything felt like a blur to Nagi. He couldn’t have been bothered to care about his own self. What he did care about though, is that your vanity is broken.

The realization hit Nagi as he expected you to freak out over his hand and making sure he was ok. Once he felt his hand being pulled away and being bandaged, he looked over, expecting to see you. To see you fret over his wounds while asking why he did this.

But it wasn’t you. It was Reo. And it angered Nagi. He smacked Reo’s hand away, not letting him finish bandaging. Reo’s eyebrows knitted together, eyes widened with shock and worry. But Nagi couldn’t care. He only cared about two things: you and Nagi’s child.

But you were both gone.

Forever.

Turning towards the bed, Nagi walked over and laid down on his side, grabbing your pillow and hugging it tight. He closed his eyes, listening to his friends clean up the vanity.

Eventually, everything went quiet as Nagi fell asleep.

Nagi’s eyes opened shortly after. He was looking at the sky. Wasn’t he in bed?

Suddenly, he heard your laugh the sound getting closer by the second. Before Nagi could get up, he felt someone trip on his leg. His eyes widened as he sat up to see you, but younger.

It was the moment you two met. You are in Hakuho’s school uniform. You had landed on your hands and legs. Looking over at Nagi, your eyes slightly widened and your cheeks turned red. Nagi couldn’t believe it. It was you.

Scrambling to get up, Nagi rushed to you and wrapped his arms around you. It was a dream. A horrible and terrifying dream.

You squeaked in shock by the tall man who had hugged you, your face slowly matching your cheeks.

“I’m so happy you’re alive (Y/N).” He whispered.

You blinked in confusion. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Nagi pulled away and looked at you. Really looked at you. You were as beautiful as he remembered. Holding your face in his hands, his eyes glossed over as he stared at you.

“I missed you.” Nagi breathed.

Blinking twice, you began to laugh. “We don’t even know each other, silly.”

Ah. Your laugh. It was melodic and he loved it so much. Smiling, he introduced himself.

“I’m Nagi Seishiro. You’re going to be my future wife.”

Your face grew a darker shade of red and your eyes had also glossed over. A smile appeared on your face.

“It’s nice to meet you Nagi. I’d introduce myself but it seems you already know my name.”

Life with you was the same as usual, you went to his games, met his best friend Reo, encouraged him to attend Blue Lock and with going pro. You were his rock and he was yours.

You were spending time with Nagi at his home. As usual, his parents were away so the two of you were watching a movie. Nagi was laying down on the couch with you laying on top of him. How you fit so perfectly in his arms. You smelled just like he always remembered; you never changed your perfume the entire time you two were together. Nagi remembered that your perfume was his favorite scent and eventually everything smelled like you. Like home.

Rather than paying attention to the movie that he’s seen before, he watches you. His grey eyes bore into your face as you laid your cheek on his shoulder so you could nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

Glancing up, you noticed Nagi staring at you. Giggling, you lifted your head and set them on your hands, which were laying on his chest, a warm smile on your face. “What are you staring at me for silly?”

Nagi brushed your hair behind your ear. Your hair was always so soft and it smelled like sweet potato pie. A smile tugged his lips.

“I love you (Y/N).”

Your eyes widened. Blush dusted your cheeks and Nagi could feel your heartbeat quicken. As you smiled back, your eyes filled with tears. “I love you too Sei.”

Nagi repositioned the two of you so that you were under him. As he stared at you, he felt his heart skip a beat. You laid under him and were so so beautiful. Your cheeks were still dusted with a light blush, your eyes had glossed over as you stared back at him, and your lips shone a beautiful peach color.

Laying half of his weight on you, he leaned in for a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and accepted the kiss wholeheartedly.

Light kisses turned heavy. Kisses that started with your lips trailed down your jaw and neck, biting and sucking on your skin, marking you as his and his alone, causing you to let out a tiny moan.

He loved the sound of your moans. He never got tired of them and always wanted to do his best to get you to moan louder each time. Nagi’s hand gripped your thigh before he cupped your ass, giving it a squeeze and sliding his hand along your curves up to your breast. Raising his head, he kissed your lips once again as his hand slid from your breast down to the hem of your shirt, sneaking his hand underneath.

Lifting your bra, his hand took its place as he kneaded and squeezed your breast, at times flicking your nipple.

He knew what you liked and didn’t like. You both had experimented with different positions and kinks, your motto being “I’ll try anything once.” You both ended up liking more than you thought you did, so while you had begun your relationship, Nagi had bought the toys he knew would drive you wild online.

Slipping his tongue in, his hand squeezed your nipple causing you to moan in his mouth. Nagi watched your expression through flitted eyes. You were beautiful, sexy even. He loved your expressions when he pleased you. You loved your nipples to be played with as they were sensitive. Just blowing on them can make you wet. Your body was sensitive and demanding and he loved everything about it.

“Ah-Sei I-I’m getting hot.” You moaned in between kisses.

Obeying your unspoken wish, Nagi removed your shirt and bra as well as removing his hoody and shirt. Your eyes had glossed over as you admired his body. Your fingers lightly tracing his abs and v-line. Your hands slid up to his chest as your hands felt every bump and flat surface, making its way to his arms. Nagi chuckled, his arms were your favorite especially when he held you up against the wall to fuck you. You absolutely LOVED that.

Nagi leaned back down and placed his mouth on your nipple, immediately sucking and flicking the bud with his tongue. Your body began to shake with pleasure as his hand made its way past the band of your shorts and underwear to rub your pretty cunt.

You were so wet already just from kissing and touching your breast. It always fascinated Nagi how quickly you were able to be ready to take him.

As much as he wanted to take you immediately every time, what kind of lover would he be if he took care of his needs before your own?

Sliding two fingers up and down from your clit to your folds always teased you. You wanted him to fuck you as he played with your clit.

Not yet. He wanted you to be flooded with your juices.

Nagi began to bite your nipple and around the areola just the way you liked it. He never thought it was cheating that he knew everything already, it was the benefits of dreaming of your life together.

Only this time, you won’t die.

Nagi’s finger slipped from your clit down into your hole and you moaned. After one finger, he put in a second, then a third before he thrusted his fingers into you.

Your hand covered your mouth, you began to moan more.

He was going to take good care of you.

After a couple of minutes of fingering, Nagi removed his fingers and pulled down your shorts and underwear, removing them completely. He adjusted himself to be face to face with your cunt. It was as pretty as he remembered.

He heard you whimper as he kissed your thighs, biting and sucking his way up to where you needed him most.

Nagi’s tongue lightly touched your folds, causing you to whimper more. He enjoyed teasing you to no end. Feeling frustrated, you grabbed Nagi’s head and pulled him into your cunt. Smiling against it, he gave into your wishes once again.

Lapping his tongue, he began to please you. His favorite thing about going down on you is the noises you make. When he sucks on your clit and uses his tongue to flick it as he sucks, you become so overwhelmed with pleasure that only a squeak can come out of you. So that’s what he did.

You arched your back as Nagi continues to suck on your clit and lap your juices. You tasted so delicious; you were sweet tasting but not a strong taste but more of a mild sweetness.

Nagi watched to see you arch your back and begin thrusting your hips against his face. He could tell you were getting close.

Three fingers entered you once again, pushing you further and further over the edge. He curled his fingers in the way you liked that caused you to whimper and squeak. Unknowingly, Nagi had been humping the couch. It seemed like he couldn’t wait anymore but he wanted you to cum for him.

Thrusting his fingers and sucking faster, he could tell you were getting closer and closer when suddenly Nagi felt a rush of cum flood his face. He knew exactly how to make you squirt so knowing he still knew what to do made himself proud.

Wiping his chin, he sat up on his knees, rubbing his dick over his pants as he looked down on you covered in sweat and breathing hard.

You were beautiful.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He was about to take his dick out when you suddenly smiled at Nagi with your arms our. This made his heart stop. He slipped his pants and briefs down, his cock fully alert.

You looked at his cock, admiring the length and girth it had. Nagi knew he had a big dick and you weren’t sure how your pussy could take it all in. But you wanted it, wanted him. He could see the hunger in your eyes, after all.

Leaning forward, he kisses you once again, one hand pumping his dick before he aligned it to your hole.

“It’s gonna hurt for a lil’ bit, but I’ll make you feel good.” Nagi whispered to you. He waited for your approval before he slowly entered you.

You squeeze your eyes shut and Nagi had to keep reminding himself to take it slowly until you were used to his dick as he slowly pumps his cock in and out, each time he pumped back in, he went a bit further. It was your first time after all and you were so so tight.

Nagi kisses your face. “Breathe, try to relax.” He whispered. You took deep breaths, your eyebrows scrunching every time he went further until his abdomen touched you. “Good girl.” He said, kissing your face still. “You did so good (Y/N). Relax now. I’ll take care of you.”

Kissing your lips, Nagi steadily began to increase his pace, not going too fast just yet. He was also gentle since he didn’t want to overwhelm you - not yet.

You began to moan, enjoying the steady pace Nagi was thrusting his hips at.

Oh baby, this is nothing. Nagi thought. As soon as he noticed that you were more relaxed, he kissed you one again and sat up, spreading your legs further apart.

“M’ gonna go faster baby. Tell me if it’s too much.” You nodded in approval. As soon as he saw your head in mid-nod, he began to roll his hips as he thrusted faster and harder. He wasn’t going to go as hard as he usually did, you weren’t ready just yet.

Your moans became louder as the sound of skin slapping rang through the apartment. The way you clenched around his dick was intoxicating as always. He loved how your pretty little cunt reacted to his dick.

“So pretty. (Y/N) you’re so beautiful.” Nagi increased his pace and began to thrust harder. This caused you to also become louder as your body moved up and down alongside his cock. Your breasts began to bounce along with the rhythm and it caused Nagi to grab one to knead as he thrusted.

Taking both of your legs and placing them on his shoulders, he folded you in half and continued to fuck you in the same speed. He knew this one was one of your favorite positions because he could get a deeper reach. He could hear it when you became louder.

Nagi used this position to thrust harder into you, your moans beginning to turn into shrieks of pleasure. The look on your face was pure bliss; your eyebrows were knitted up, a blush spread across your cheeks and the way you were looking at him through half opened eyes, god he loved that look. You were addicting when the two of you would fuck, so much so that you had fucked every day after your first time; at home on the couch, bed, bath, shower, over the counter, even at school in the sports equipment storage, an empty classroom, and even in the stairwell. He loved how your moans that you try so hard to control would echo in his ear. It drove him mad.

Nagi’s thrusting began to turn into twitches as he felt himself getting close. The way your cunt sucked in his cock indicated that you were as well.

Spreading your legs further apart with his hands, he began to thrust harder into you.

“S-Sei…I’m gonna-“ you moaned.

“I know baby, cum with me, ok?” Nagi groaned as his cock began to twitch. “Stick your tongue out for me.” He demanded.

Who were you to deny his command? You stuck your tongue out, which Nagi immediately began to suck on, kissing you in between.

The two of you moaned into each other’s mouth as Nagi’s thrusting began to slow as he came. He continued to thrust in to you as he shot out the cum he has built up. He knew you came with him as his abdomen was soaking wet.

Panting, you broke apart from the kiss. Nagi laid his head on your chest, breathing heavily as well.

Nagi remembered the first time you two had sex in his dream, coincidentally it was right after “I love you’s” were exchanged. It made your first time together more intimate.

The two of you laid there until your breathing steadied. Nagi’s eyes closed as he felt your hand run through his hair. You loved his snowy white hair, how it fluffed and felt like a cloud you once told him. He’s fallen asleep to this many times in the many years you were together in his nightmare.

Thank god it was over.

An alarm sounded and Nagi groaned. He turned over to cuddle into your body only to not feel you. Opening his eyes, he saw your side was still made and your pillow was still in his arms. Eyes widening, he sat up to look around and he saw it; your vanity with the broken mirror. Pain stinging his hand.

This wasn’t a nightmare, it was reality.

His heart thumped against his chest and he ran out of your shared bedroom, desperately searching for you.

“(Y/N)?!” Fear resonated in his voice as he searched. “(Y/N)!”

The apartment was dark and quiet, no sign of you anywhere. No music was playing, there wasn’t the scent of food that had been made, nothing.

Nagi felt his knees weaken and he fell. The bathroom door slammed open and he looked up hoping to see you, only, it wasn’t you. It was Reo.

Tears filled his eyes upon seeing his best friend kneeling in front of him with a worried expression.

“Nagi?! What happened? Are you ok? I heard you call out for-“ he stopped before he said her name. Knitting his brows, he looked down, unsure of how to proceed as he knew your name was taboo.

“I dreamt of her Reo.” Nagi whispered. “Of how we met and when we said we loved each other for the first time.” Reo watched as tears fell from Nagi’s eyes and he felt his own heart break. “It felt so real Reo..” he sobbed.

Reo wrapped his arms around Nagi and pulled him towards himself. He knew nothing he could say could make this better. His best friend lost the love of his life and child. How do you come back from this?

Clenching his fists on Nagi’s shirt, his eyebrows knitted in anger. He knew of what to do.

He was going to catch the fucker who did this and make them pay.

Isagi, Reo, and Chigiri swapped between each other to keep Nagi company, make sure he wasn’t alone at any time except to sleep. Only, Nagi refused to sleep. He couldn’t bring himself to if it mean he would dream of you. They understood but at the same time, he was killing himself over the lack of sleep as well as the lack of nutrients. He hadn’t even taken care of Choki or Saki, the cactus you and Nagi bought the day you moved in together. You wanted Choki to have a girlfriend as well and when the two of you married, Saki had a veil on top and Choki had a bowtie.

It was up to the others to take care of them.

Weeks had gone by since you died and the hospital kept calling to arrange plans for the funeral. It was Reo who handled the preparations since all Nagi could do was sit on your shared bed. His once fluffy hair had become flat, he began to grow some facial hair, not that it grew much, but it was enough to be scratchy. All he did was hug your pillow that smelled like you, smelled like your sweet potato pie shampoo and conditioner.

Nagi wasn’t a fan of the pie itself, but it smelled so good. It easily became his favorite scent because it reminded him of you.

Isagi and Chigiri made sure Nagi drank water, but when it came to food, he couldn��t have been bothered to open his mouth, much less chew. What was the point in living if the love of his life, his soul mate and your growing child were gone?

He wanted nothing more than to join you.

At one point, Isagi, Reo, and Chigiri had found Nagi standing on the fence surrounding the balcony, looking down at the city below. You had live on the top floor condo which had been many stories above the ground. Nagi had held one hand on the pillar and he began to lean forward, prepared to go head first into the pavement before the three of them dashed to him and grabbed his shirt before pulling him backwards. He didn’t understand why they did that; it was his only chance to see you again and it was ripped from him.

Crying, Reo punched Nagi, his fist connecting to his cheek. “I get you’re upset about (Y/N) but I can’t lose you too you fucking idiot!” He screamed.

“I just, I want to see her. I want to see our child.” Tears began to fill his own eyes as he looked at Reo. After weeks, his eyes had finally showed some sort of life within them as he began to grow mad. Mad at Reo for stopping him. Mad at himself for not protecting you. Mad at the driver for hitting you. Mad at you for leaving him. “What’s the point of living if I can’t see them!?” He yelled. “I was right there Reo! I was right. There!”

Tears continued to fall, only it came from all four of them. Nagi punched the balcony floor. “We were supposed to find out the sex this week!” He continued to punch, using the same fist he injured weeks prior with the vanity mirror. “We had names picked! I was looking forward to growing my family with (Y/N)!”

A slap rang through the air as Nagi stopped punching the ground, his hand bloody and bruised, his eyes widened.

Chigiri still held his hand up, anger and tears in his eyes.

“Do you want (Y/N) to see you like this?! Do you think we want to see you like this?!” Chigiri yelled. “We’ve been here for you 24/7 to make sure you stayed alive not just for your sake or our sake but for (Y/N)’s! What would she think seeing you like this?!”

“Ch-Chigiri, I think he gets it.” Isagi spoke up, earning a glare from Chigiri.

Reo felt a pressure building up in his chest and he couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Nagi. There’s something you need to know.”

Nagi looked at Reo, waiting for his friend to tell him. What else could ruin him? He already lost everything.

Reo shut his eyes tightly, gathering the courage to speak.

“The baby’s alive.” He confessed.

Nagi’s eyes widened. How? You were only 4 1/2 months along, not long enough for the baby to survive on its own. But more importantly, how could Reo keep this from him?

Before he knew it, he had grabbed Reo’s collar and raised his fist to hit him. Isagi and Chigiri grabbed a hold of his arm as Reo prepared himself to be hit.

Nagi eyed his friends who were holding his fist back. “Let go of me.”

“We’re not doing that!” Isagi yelled. “Reo had every reason to hide this from you! For fuck’s sake you just tried to kill your self!”

Nagi flinched, then relaxed his arm and let go of Reo with his other hand. After a couple of minutes, Isagi and Chigiri let go of his arm and let it drop to his side.

“How?” Nagi whispered.

Reo sat back up from when Nagi pushed him over. “When I went to talk to the hospital about the funeral, they informed me that they were able to save it. Right now it’s in the NICU relying on machines to keep it alive and grow.” Reo’s eyes soften. “But your baby’s alive.”

Almost as if he hadn’t cried every day for weeks, fresh tears fell.

“I need to see them.” Reo gently smiled and nodded. “I’ll take you. But first, you need a shower and food.”

As Nagi exited the bath and rubbed at his hair to dry it with a towel, he looked up into the mirror. He couldn’t recognize himself anymore. He thinned out and he lost some muscle. The bags under his eyes had become incredibly dark. He felt like he was looking at a completely different person entirely.

As he touched the mirror, he realized his friends were right; you would hate to see him like this. Your death hit him so hard and he completely gave up. He was so ready to die if it meant you were no longer in his life. Glancing down, he picked up your toothbrush and just looked at it.

He almost threw his own life away and left your child, his child an orphan. He wouldn’t doubt Reo would have raised them, but the thought that not only would they grow not knowing their mother but almost not knowing their father made Nagi’s heart ache. You wouldn’t have forgiven him once you were reunited.

Putting your toothbrush back in the cup, Nagi grabbed his and for the first time in weeks, took care of himself.

What kind of father would he be if he couldn’t take care of himself? He wouldn’t be able to take care of his child if he couldn’t care for himself.

As Reo, Isagi, and Chigiri chatted amongst each other when Nagi stepped out. He was once again clean shaven, his hair back to its fluff, and he seemed to look a little better. He stepped up to the trio while holding the back of his neck.

Reo smiled, happy to see his best friend back. He might not be 100% just yet, but he was on his way.

Isagi and Chigiri ended up having to leave shortly for practice (Reo had already explained to the coach for the reason for his and Nagi’s disappearance and they were both put on bereavement as Nagi lost his wife and Reo lost what he considered his family) so Reo drove Nagi to the hospital, making sure to avoid the street you were killed at.

“Reo.” Nagi called. Reo flinched and realized he was tense thinking about the driver. They still hadn’t been found. The car was stolen and they were in the middle of their getaway when you were killed. Reo had been using every resource imaginable to find the fucker for not only his but Nagi’s peace of mind.

Reo relaxed and grinned at his bestie. “It’s nothing. Just thinking.”

“Stop hiding things from me. I understand why you hid my child from me but please..” Nagi pleaded. “No more secrets.”

Reo knew Nagi was right. But he couldn’t help it. Every time you were mentioned, Nagi would go further into his depression. Reo planned the funeral for you but he had to preserve your body so Nagi could attend. He didn’t feel right lowering you into the ground without your husband to be there to bid you one last goodbye.

Exhaling, he did feel it was right to tell him. “About the…the driver.”

Nagi snapped his head to face Reo, eyes wide.

“I’ve been looking for them since that day.” Reo confessed, his hands tightening the steering wheel to the point where his knuckles turned white. “I can’t let them get away with this. Not after changing our lives forever.”

Nagi watched as tears threatened to spill from Reo’s eyes. Before they could, he wiped them away. It was then that Nagi realized he had been so involved with his own loss that he was blind to Reo, Isagi, and Chigiri’s loss. You weren’t just married to Nagi, you were as close as siblings to Reo. You were Chigiri’s first choice to go to the spa with, do facials and hair masks with. You were Isagi’s confidant, the first person he would go to when it came to any kind of news or when he needed advice.

Nagi wasn’t the only one to lose you. He felt like a hole had dug into his chest when you died, but when he saw Reo’s tears, the hole only grew. The three of them were there for him the entire time, but who was there for Reo, Isagi, and Chigiri? Certainly not Nagi.

It was time for Nagi to be there for his friends.

The ride to the hospital was quick, and Reo led Nagi to the NICU. Once Nagi was confirmed as the father, he walked as quickly as he could to where his baby was waiting, fighting to live.

They were in a private room in an incubator that was created to resemble the womb. As the father, Nagi was allowed to go into the room.

They were so tiny, barely could fit in his palm. Reo had said they were the size of a banana and Nagi realized he was right.

Setting his gloved hand on the incubator, he watched in amazement as he watched his child twitch in their sleep.

“Would you like to know the sex?” A voice asked. Nagi looked over his shoulder at the nurse who came in to check on the baby and nodded. It was 3 days until the appointment you both were looking forward to.

The nurse smiled as he did his work. “It’s a girl.”

Nagi’s eyes widened. A girl. Exactly what you wanted. Looking back at his daughter, he felt a newfound warmth in his chest. Nagi didn’t care what the sex was, only that they were born safely.

Tears formed in his eyes as he stared at his daughter. His baby girl.

Nagi thought back to when the two of you were discussing names for either sex. It was a long discussion as Nagi didn’t agree with a lot of the names, except one.

“Thank you so much for surviving Himari. I love you so so much.” He whispered.

You had always sang ‘You Are My Sunshine’ to your growing child. Sometimes Nagi would join, but most of the time he watched. The song inspired the name. In a world now full of darkness, his daughter was the sunshine that gave him hope.

Nagi had finally fallen asleep that night. He was so scared to sleep before, to dream of you. He knew he wouldn’t have been able to handle another night of dreaming of your life together only to wake up again.

Himari gave him the courage to face his fears head on. So as he slept, he hoped he would dream of you.

His eyes opened. He knew he was dreaming this time. He was prepared.

Feeling movement beside him, he looked over to see your sleeping form as you turned in your sleep to face him. Nagi turned onto his side and watched you sleep.

You were so beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the world as far as Nagi was concerned. Once you came into his life, you were the only woman he ever saw. You were the only one he wanted to see.

Your eyes began to flutter, indicating that you were waking up. Your eyelids fought with your sleep as you tried to open your eyes, closing them every so often before opening again. But once they were open, Nagi stared into the most beautiful (e/c) eyes he had ever seen.

A smile formed on your lips as you giggled. “Were you watching me? Creep.”

Nagi imitated your smile as he heard your groggy voice. “You’re beautiful.”

Your face turned red at the compliment. You were used to his compliments, but when he complimented you when you least expected it, you grew shy.

Chuckling, Nagi wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. You were warm, so warm. Placing his face on the top of your head, he inhaled deeply, taking in your shampoo and conditioner. God he missed this smell. He contemplated using it just to smell like you but he wanted to preserve everything.

“Sei, you’re crying.” You said as you gently reached out to him, cupping his cheeks.

Nagi blinked, finally feeling the tears flowing down his face. “Oh.” He wiped away his tears but they wouldn’t stop falling. Your brows knitted up as your expression turned to worry. Wrapping your arms around him, you laid your head against his chest and rubbed his back.

“What’s wrong my love?” You asked, hoping he would tell you.

Nagi’s hold on you tightened. Would it mean anything to tell you? You were only in his dreams, as soon as he woke up, you wouldn’t be there. But he felt the need to tell you, to talk to you about it. Knowing you, you would worry until he talked.

“You died.” He whispered. “We were on our way home and you were hit by someone who stole a car. You died with our baby inside you.” Fresh tears fell from his eyes, falling onto the top of your head.

You didn’t say anything but instead looked up at him, once again gently setting your hand on his cheek. His eyes were closed as he cried.

“Please look at me, Sei.” It took Nagi a bit longer than he liked to finally open his eyes.

His surrounding changed. He was no longer at home in bed with you, he was in an area that was full of nothing. No trees, no flowers, not even you.

“(Y/N)?” He froze, not knowing how to process what had happened. Suddenly, he felt warm arms wrap around him from behind and a body leaning against him. He could smell your shampoo and conditioner and knew it was you.

“Sei.” He could hear your heart beating against his back and he laid his own hands onto yours, intertwining your fingers before he turned around to see you in a white dress. You had a smile on your face and tears in your eyes. His heartbeat became erratic as he felt panicked, believing this would be the last time he saw you.

“Please don’t leave me again.” He cried.

You let go of one of his hands to wipe away his tears.

“I may be gone physically, but I’ll always be here.” You placed the hand you used to wipe his tears onto his chest where his heart was. “I’ll also be watching over you, Sei. I won’t ever be gone, not completely.” The tears in your eyes began to pour down and you still tried your hardest to smile.

Nagi let go of your other hand and gently placed his hands on either side of your face, leaning closer to place his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. Your hands raised and held onto his forearms.

“Thank you for loving me, for letting me be a part of your life. For marrying me and becoming your family. And for being given the joy of being a mother. I’m so happy our baby made it, Sei.”

Choking back his tears, his body began to shake. “We have a daughter, (Y/N). She’s so tiny but she’s fighting hard.”

“I know. I was there with you this entire time.” You confessed. “Our little Himari will be so beautiful Sei.” Choking back your sobs, you continued. “Don’t ever try to do that again Seishiro. You’re not meant to be here yet.”

Nagi knew what you were talking about. “I know, I’m so sorry (Y/N), I’ll never think of doing that. Not when I have our daughter to take care of.” Nagi’s sobs broke through as he continued to talk. “I just miss you so much.”

“I miss you too Sei. I love you so much.” You sobbed.

“I love you so much too. I won’t ever be able to love anyone else as much as I love you.”

As you both cried in each other’s arms, a noise sounded through the area. Nagi eventually recognized it as his alarm. He tightened his hold on your cheeks a bit.

“No, I don’t want to go. Not yet.” Nagi continued to sob.

“I know Sei, I know. But you have to. For Himari. I know you’ll take good care of her.”

Nagi nodded. “I will. I’ll raise her to know how amazing her mom is and how much you love her.” He could feel you being pulled away from him as the alarm continues.

“I love you.”

Nagi’s eyes opened. His face was wet from the tears he spilled in his dream. Wiping his eyes, he got up and began to take care of himself. He told you that he would take care of your daughter and he knew in order to do that, he needed to take care of himself.

~ 5 years later ~

“Daddy, let’s go!” Himari said as she pulled on Nagi’s hand. Nagi chuckled as he let his daughter pull him into the graveyard. “Mommy’s waiting!”

“I’m coming. We’ll get there soon.”

It was the 5th anniversary of your death. 5 years since you left this realm. But every night, you would greet Nagi in his dreams. It was hard in the beginning, but he got used to it when you showed him you weren’t leaving him again.

He visited Himari in the hospital every day, watching her grow. Once she was able to be released, Nagi took care of her. She grew up knowing who her mother was, how kind, beautiful, and amazing she was. He also fixed the mirror on the vanity, hoping to give it to Himari someday.

It was difficult sometimes, but he did his best. Reo, Chigiri, Isagi, and the entire Manshine team helped as much as they could. When Nagi would take his daughter to practice, the coach would watch over her. He had once said that the team was a family, and Nagi knew right then that he was right.

Himari looks so much like you. She had your face, but his eyes and hair color. She was beautiful, just like you. He would tell you everything; her first word, her first step, every milestone. Once she went to kindergarten, the teachers would tell him that she was smart and kind to others. He felt proud that she was like you in every way. He felt that he did a good job being a single parent.

While he was a widow, he kept his ring on his finger. He wasn’t going to be with anyone but you; you were his first and will be his last.

Nagi’s necklace popped out of his shirt as Himari tugged him along to your grave. His necklace consisted of your wedding ring. Reo received it from the coroner shortly after you passed and gave it to Nagi when he was finally ready. He had immediately turned it into a necklace that he refused to take off. It was his lucky charm in games because you were his charm.

There was an engraving on the inside of your ring, the day you married and with an inscription for Nagi’s undying love for you. It was unfortunate that the day you married was also the day you died, but he always made sure to spend your marriage anniversary with you.

Nearing your grave that was beside a beautiful tree that overlooked a pond filled with wildlife, Nagi saw the outlines of Reo, Isagi, and Chigiri, who were waiting for the two of you.

Himari shrieked with excitement as she let go of Nagi’s hand and ran to the trio. “Uncle Reo! Uncle Ichi! Uncle Hyo!” She yelled, jumping into Reo’s arms, giggling. Reo laughed along with her as he picked her up.

“Princess! You look so beautiful! Did your dad pick out that dress and do your hair for you?” Reo asked.

Himari hummed as she nodded. “Daddy said mommy saw this dress when I was in her tummy and wanted me to wear it one day!”

As Nagi neared, he looked at your grave. It was surrounded with beautiful flowers, especially your favorite. Reo paid to make sure your grave was always cleaned and well taken care of. A beautiful headstone was placed at the head and in front of it was a photo of you on your wedding day, smiling so brightly as you held your bouquet close to your chest. It was Nagi’s favorite photo of you and it made his heart beat loudly against his chest whenever he saw it.

Of course his home was covered in photos of you, of you and Nagi, even a photo of your growing baby bump. It was a photo Nagi took himself. You had finally poked out and you were so excited. The photo was you holding your tiny baby bump while smiling at Nagi, your gaze full of nothing but love.

Nagi placed the flowers he got for you down by your tombstone and sat down. He could hear the shrieking laughter of his daughter as she ran around playing with Reo, Isagi, and Chigiri to give Nagi alone time with you since it was your wedding anniversary.

“Happy anniversary (Y/N).” He began. “We would have been married 6 years today. Himari’s grown so much and she’s so smart.” A gentle smile grew on his face. “You know all of this already though. I’m so happy you visit my dreams every night. It’s like you’re never gone. Although I wish I could see you all the time, but I’m happy with what I have.” Looking over his shoulder, he watched his daughter as she ran and laughed as Chigiri chased her.

“She looks so much like you (Y/N). She has your smile and your laugh. She’s so smart and everyone loves her. She’s actually ahead of her class which makes sense because she’s our child.” Looking back to you, he takes out a framed picture and places it next to your photo.

“Himari drew a picture for you. She’s so talented (Y/N) and she loves drawing. She has a high mark in art actually.” Looking at the photo Himari drew, it was a drawing of the three of them holding hands, you with a halo and wings and the words ‘For Mommy.’

“I miss you every day (Y/N).” Nagi whispered. “I can’t wait for the day we’ll meet again, but allow me to watch our baby girl grow before it’s my time.”

“Daddyyyy!” Himari yelled as she bumped into Nagi’s back. “I wanna talk to mommy!”

Nagi chuckled as he looked down at his daughter. “Ok princess. Come here.” Himari ran around and sat on Nagi’s lap, staring at the headstone. He was always worried she wouldn’t understand why Nagi visited so frequently and why he insisted that he talked to you, but she understood and participated.

“Hi mommy!” She greeted grinning. “Uncle Reo said it’s mommy and daddy’s wedding anninversary.” Nagi had to hold back a chuckle when she mispronounced ‘anniversary.’ She was 5, though. Some words were still tough for her to say.

“Did daddy give you the drawing? I drew it in class! You have a halo and angel wings because daddy says you’re in heaven. I also learned a new song!” She began to sing the new song she learned in school. She sang it all the time when she was drawing. When Nagi heard her first sing it, he cried.

It was the song that decided her name. And just like how you sang it for her, she sang it for you.

It’s finally done! This took me so many days to write just because I kept crying while writing this (my friend kept telling me to stop and laughed at me 😂)

I’m sorry it’s so long. I wanted to write a super sad one and it just ended up being so lengthy. I’m going to have to write some happy ones after this to recover my own broken heart.

Blue Lock is created and owned by Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura

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joonberriess · 2 years

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·˚ ༘ 💌 IMAGINE┊getting back at your cheating (ex) boyfriend by fucking his dad, Namjoon <3

TAGS — revenge sex, creampies, daddy kink, age-gap, cheating, voyeurism

WORD COUNT — 2.7 k

Sometimes you wondered to yourself whether you were going to heaven or hell? Did it matter? You were born to die anyways so might as well make the most out of this hell on earth. You intended to do so when you decided to seduce and fuck Namjoon.

He's the father of your boyfriend.

Well you suppose ex-boyfriend given the circumstances of the situation. He's cheating and you're angry so you decide to hit him right where it hurts, his dad.

Namjoon's a real charmer and he's so polite and kind. You see why all the neighborhood moms fawned over him and tried to get at him. None succeeded because the man was either aloof or stuck up on his deceased wife. Hell YOU weren't even sure he'd give you the time of day.

To your utter surprise he does, and spoiler everything goes as planned <3 .

Namjoon invites you over to his home, says something about his younger daughter being in her after school clubs until late afternoon and his son being off at football practice. You didn't need to know the last one given that he is your boyfriend and you do see him at school etc. You go over anyways, feeling giddy because you're plotting already.

"Mr Kim." You softly smile, "Hot isn't it?" You point out his black wife beater tank top and low rise jeans.

Namjoon has his glasses perched low on his nose, hair slicked back like he just showered or something. "Yeah, but the perks of being rich comes with a pool and killer AC." He mumbles back as he lets you in.

His gaze lingers longer than usual and you think it's cause he sees you differently now after you suggested sleeping together. He walks behind you and you feel a pleasant shiver run down your spine. You know he's watching you..

You take a seat in the living room and put your hands on your lap like the polite girl you are. "So," you softly begin, "I presume you want to talk about last time?"

"Yes." Namjoon sits across from you with a worried gaze, "You do realize what you asked me right? The severity of the situation? y/n, sweetie, look at me," he softly says, "I'm twice your age and not to mention the father of your boyfriend." He frowns.

"I know." You say and it catches him off guard. He clearly expected you to cry and beg for forgiveness or something. "I don't see anything severe, if you won't tell I won't either." You grin softly.

Namjoon shakes his head, "y/n–you're not understanding me," he says exasperated, "I'm not going to get you in trouble but you need to understand boundaries exist between us and there are lines we can't cross."

"You're a bad liar you know that." You lean back on the sofa, bringing your knees to your chest as you smile teasingly at him, "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want to. Tell me you won't and I'll leave right now like nothing happened. Go on," you softly crooned.

He stares back incredulously, mouth agape as his eyes flicker down to your soft thighs. He gulps a little and looks back up, "... You're making this very hard."

"Am I?" You lift your leg in his direction, "We should probably fix it right?"

Namjoon looks like he wants to walk away and forget this all but a part of him just doesn't. He sits there staring at your for a long time before he can even utter a word out to you. "... What about Gyu?" He asks quietly. "Can't do this to him.."

"No need, Gyu won't be my boyfriend for much longer." He opens his mouth to protest and you raise a finger, "Because," you narrow your eyes, "he's a cheater, thinking I wouldn't ever find out he's fucking around with my now ex-best friend." You huff.

"He is?" Namjoon says in awe, "Is this like a rebound for you?"

"Amongst things, I was thinking more of revenge sex." You giggle softly and lean forward, "So?"

You're nervous as hell, this is obviously something you're not accustomed to. Sure when you were younger you fantasized about older men but those were silly little daydreams you never thought of actually acting upon. They became less when you started dating Gyu who's like one year older than you.

You don't remember how or when you decided fucking someone older was a good idea. A lot just stemmed from your anger when you found out about Gyu.

"Lay back baby," Namjoon murmurs softly, "I got you." He gently pushes you back on to the bed as you lay there with hot cheeks and glossy eyes.

Your heart rate picks up, you don't know why the hell he's making you nervous. It's sex. You've been fucked countless of times in his house so why are you acting shy? It makes you mad. "Be gentle." You softly murmur, " 'm sensitive.."

Namjoon's eyes darken from the revelation alone. "Fuck you're so perfect." He says and gently tugs your shorts down your legs and tosses them aside, "I promise baby, won't go too hard on you. Pretty little thing's probably never been fucked hard. Right?" He muses softly.

"Mm-mm." You shake your head and bring your knees up, spreading them apart slowly and watching as his eyes take your panty clad pussy in. "Hurts a lot."

Namjoon reaches for your panties and gives you a look, as if he's asking for permission. You nod and he peels your panties off slowly, a string of slick follows in suit as your glistening pussy comes into view. "Fuck." He mutters.

"Won't you kiss me," you reach down with your chubby fingers to spread your lips apart in a 'v' shape, "here?" You pout and toy around with your swollen bud.

"I'll do more than kiss it baby," Namjoon whispers as he goes down slowly.

He looks up at you and stares into your eyes as descends upon you. He puts his mouth on you, giving your clit an open mouthed kiss. A soft moan leaves him, eyes fluttering close as he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks.

Your head rolls back on the sheets as you moan softly. "Mmm," you reach down with one hand to push his head down as your other hand stays resting on your chest, "right there."

Namjoon brings his hands up to grip both of your ass cheeks tightly. He holds you close to his face and begins to really go into town with it. His tongue does circles of eights on your clit, he swipes it side to side and even presses down on it. There's a slick spit sound in the background but it just makes you wetter.

"M-Mr Kim," you whine and arch your back a little, " 's too much."

You weakly roll your hips against his mouth, wiggling around because all this attention to your clit is making your body tingle. It feels overstimulating but really good. "F-uck..! Mm, I can't," you cry out weakly.

Namjoon growls against your cunt and pulls back, "You can and you will," he does a complete switch from the normal Namjoon you know, "you don't wanna disappoint me now do you little one?" He slaps your ass to emphasize his words.

A whimper escapes your lips, you don't answer right away as your chest heaves a little from how breathless you feel. You look down at him and he's staring back expectantly. "No." You softly reply and stroke his hair.

"No what?"

At first you're confused by what he means but slowly it dawns on you. You lick your lips, "No Daddy."

Namjoon smirks softly, giving your inner thigh a soft kiss before he goes back down. This time he does not hold back. You cry out, "Oh fuck..!" You gasp, back hunching forward as you raise your legs in the air a little.

"Daddy please." You moan and adjust your grip on his hair once more, "wanna cum," you beg softly and roll your hips towards his devilish tongue.

Namjoon pays no mind, in fact he doubles his efforts as he slurps your slick up. His tongue prods at your hole and pushes in with no warning. You moan louder and buck your hips for more. Namjoon takes his sweet time with you and fucks you shallowly with his tongue.

"Oh..! Fuck, mmm yes, yes," you gasp breathily and sneak a hand under your tight tee to play with your nipple.

You feel his thumb on your clit as he pushes down and rubs firm circles on to your swollen bud. He pulls back to watch your face contort in pleasure, your moans doing nothing to relieve the aching in his pants. "Fuck, Gyu's one lucky bastard." He mutters.

"Daddy," you wiggle around, "in, in, want your cock now." You whine out and paw at his wrist.

"You damn minx." He grunts as he climbs up the bed and pushes his jeans off. He's left in the wife beater, making him look so much hotter. You catch sight of his hard cock that's dangling heavy between his legs. You nearly cry because of how thick he is.

There is no way that will fit, you think, it's simply too big for you. Gyu's probably half the size of that thing! You don't want to back out and decide to get on with it, "Fuck me," you softly beg, "don't care how you do it just fuck me."

"Gonna ruin this little pussy baby, have you filled with my cum by the end of this yeah?" Namjoon takes a hold of his cock as he strokes it, "Ready baby?"

You nod eagerly and bite your lip, "Please Daddy." You cup his cheek and bring him down for a gentle smooch on the lips, staring into his eyes like some innocent school girl, "Ruin me for anyone else."

Namjoon groans lowly and presses into you, he guides his thick cock inch by inch inside of you. Your mouth parts in a silent moan as you grip his biceps tightly. Your toes curl and you wrap your legs around his waist, “Fuckkk,” you whispered with a whine.

He’s too big for you, you feel stuffed and any movement causes his cock to rub against your pussy in many pleasurable ways. His forehead falls on to yours as he grunts quietly, “Shit, shit,” he hisses, “been wanting you for a while.” He moans out.

You look down to see his cock is only halfway in and your head drops back down on the pillow with a needy whine. “Daddy–”

Namjoon hips suddenly snap upwards and a loud smack fills the room as his hips are pressed into yours. You bite your lip and suppress a cry, you’re hyper aware of everything going on around you. Your cunt feels very full and the tip is poking at your cervix which doesn’t feel very good.

“Good?” He gently pulls out, his cock covered in your creamy slick as a quiet squelching noise comes from below.

“Good.” You nod and wrap your arms around his shoulder for good measure as your feet rest on his lower back, “Now fuck me,”

Namjoon snaps his hips forward, pressing deep into you before pulling out and doing it all over again. He draws out moans and whines from you. His thrusts jostle you in your spot. If it weren’t for his hands gripping your ass he would have made you hit your head on the bed.

The room is filled with the wet smacks from his hips, the bed shuffles a little and hits the wall but you’re too out of it to care. You throw your head back, “Ohh–fuckkk..!” You gasp out as your hands slip from his back, “H-Harder, please!”

Namjoon growls softly, it rumbles deep in his chest as he slaps your ass and squeezes it hard. “You like that baby? Like the way I fuck you full with my fat cock?” He lets your ass goes and reaches for your thighs, lifting them up and pinning them down.

He folds you like a chair and the squelching noises your pussy makes grows louder in volume. Your back arches as a loud moan bubbles up from your throat. “Yes! Yes! I fucking love it..!” You weakly gurgle out, “Can feel it in here,” you motion to your lower tummy.

“Yeah?” He breathlessly moans as he looks down at where your pussy is spread around his cock obscenely.

Namjoon’s face in scrunched in pleasure as moans and grunts escape his throat. His balls slap hard against your ass and his thighs smack into your ass cheeks. Your head is thrown back on the pillow with loud mewls and whimpers leaving your throat. Everything just feels so good.

“Ah–mmm, Daddy,” you weakly cry out, “wanna ride you.” You gasp out, “Please,”

Namjoon swiftly pulls out with a wet pop, he lays beside you, “Fuck go on baby, c’mon.” He licks his lips.

You throw your leg over his waist and straddle him properly, “Fuck,” you bite your lip and slip down on his hard cock.

It fills you all the way and you begin to bounce in his lap. Namjoon bites his lip as he watches you ride him into oblivion. He reaches down to grab your ass as he smacks it and jiggles it, “Oh fuck baby, like that,” he pants softly.

“Yeah?” You softly purr, leaning down to press a soft gentle kiss to his lips, “Gonna fill me with your cum?” You moan softly.

“Fuck.. yes..” Namjoon growls out as he bucks his hips upward to aid you in your bounces.

You get lost in your own little world as your cunt pulses around his cock. You can feel your orgasm slowly building up as your hands tighten on his chest. “Mm, fuck Daddy,” you throw your head back.

Your pace is frantic as you try to reach that sweet bliss you crave. Slutty borderline pornographic moans leave your lips as you bounce in his lap harshly. Namjoon watches with his lips parted as low moans and grunts escape him. His grip tightens even further on your hips as his cock throbs.

“C’mon baby,” he hisses softly, “cum for me, make a mess on my cock.”

Just as you’re about to, the door slams open to the bedroom. You swear it’s your undoing. You cum on Namjoon’s cock, weakly whimpering and stuttering in your movements. You’re aware Gyu’s in the room now, he stands there in shock.

“D-Dad?” He chokes out.

To (Namjoon’s) horror, his cock throbs weakly and he cums alongside you. A low groan leaves him, he’s vaguely aware his son is standing in the same room where he’s balls deep inside of his (ex) girlfriend. You lick your lips and lean your head back to look into Gyu’s eyes.

“You need something?” You smirk softly.

Soft clapping noises fill the bedroom as the sheets ruffle softly. You’re on all fours, body slumped down on the soft sheets as Gyu’s hips gently slap against yours from behind. You’re both trying hard to not make any noise and keep it down for the sake of his dad and sister in the house.

You’re pretty sure they know what goes down whenever you come sleep over but for the sake of being courteous you try not to be too loud. You hide your face in the pillows, groaning softly as Gyu hits every spot inside of you. “Fuck..” you whisper.

The room is dark save for the small amount of light coming in through the windows. Gyu works his hips faster, “Gonna cum for me?” He whispers as he grips your ass tightly and pulls you back to meet his thrusts.

“Yeah,” you moan softly, “I’m so close..”

You drop your head back on to the pillow, eyes flickering in front of you. At first you don’t care too much but you have to do a double take when you see something in the shadows. Your eyes stare at the darkness before you vaguely make out a figure standing at the door.

It’s too tall to be his littler sister and horror dawns on you it’s Namjoon. You want to say something but you’re frozen, eyes staring at his form as Gyu rocks you back and forth on his cock. You let out soft gasps, choosing not to say anything as you arch your back and slide down on the bed.

You decide maybe you should give him a little show..

@njslut for youuu <3

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callmissrogers · 3 months

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There For His Girl | Steve Rogers x Reader One Short

Summary: Y/n has reached her limit. Work has been difficult. People have been short, and some just mean. It all brings her back to her childhood, and right now, she just wants to pretend to be ok. So determined to pretend she tries to push her concerned husband away.

WARNINGS ⚠️ This contains mentions of a toxic relationship with the reader's mother and quotes some of their arguments. If this is a trigger for you, please DO NOT proceed. It also contains angst, fluff, and comfort. Also, very little editing and wrote on my phone.

Steve Rogers x wife reader

Word count: 1,370

Notes: The next part in the That's My Girl series will be going up today or tomorrow. I was feeling the need for some comfort myself, so this is what I wrote. Hope you like it!

Y/n slammed the door, tears streaming down her face she pressed her back into the wall and slid down until she was a small ball on the floor.

"Why do I do this?" She sobbed hating herself.

Y/n had had a rough few days. It seemed like no matter what she did or said, people were short with her. Everything was going wrong, and after one mistake, which led to a snarky backhanded compliment from Tony Stark himself, well, Y/n was done. Usually, it didn't get to her like this anymore, but her emotions frayed to a breaking point.

Her dad always told her she wore her heart on her sleeve but she just thought her mom was right and that instead of enduring this made her a nuisance.

Why should she be so bothered when people utter unkind things to her?

Why can't she pull herself together?

"You're always start crying! Stop trying to make me feel bad"

"You're stabbing me in the back by trying to do something different"

"Don't you know I need you here? Stop thinking about yourself and making everything harder on me"

This and many other instances where y/n would be belittled, ridiculed, screamed at, lectured for two hours at 1 in the morning, and reduced to making herself as small and as unseen as possible while being a sobbing mess, had made her what she is today.

Too sensitive. At least that's what she told herself at times like this.

And why couldn't she just talk about it like a normal person instead of blowing something trivial out of proportion?

Literally five minutes ago....

Steve had come home the night before. Poor guy had been so tired that he fell asleep in uniform on the couch.

Y/n had been carefully tiptoeing around the kitchen so as not to accidentally wake him up. Intending to surprise him before heading to work.

She was supposed to be going over mission plans with Vision today. This was the kind of work that excited her. None of the agents would bother them while they were working, which meant that she could just disappear for the day.

She platted up breakfast and carried it over to set it on the coffee table in front of the sleep soilder.

Tho he didn't actually wake up until she set down his mug of coffee.

Eyes fluttering open he peered up at her groggyily. "Hi" He mumbled, pushing himself upright. "Hey sleepy head." Y/n said, trying to make her voice sound chipper.

Steve sighed contentedly as he stretched out his muscles before standing up.

"Mind if I go change clothes before I enjoy this masterpiece?" He asked. Y/n turned to face him, attempting to smooth down his wild bedhead and then said, "Go ahead"

He was back a matter of moments, settling down next to her and drinking deeply from his coffee.

"Thank you for this," He sighed leaning over and gently kissing her on the cheek. Y/n just nodded, trying to keep her mind on a healthy track she focused on eating.

"Did you sleep well?" Steve asked. Taking another bite, she thought about lying and telling him that she had had the best night sleep.

"Sorta" She said trying to stiffle a yawn. "What does sorta mean?" Steve asked turning to look at her. "Nothing really. I'm good! Nothing some strong coffee won't fix."

Steve placed his hands on her shoulders, making her look at him. He studied the dark circles, the faint tint of bloodshot in her eyes, how she held herself and her fiddling hands.

"Hm," He said, his voice low in his chest.

Y/n knew exactly what he was doing, shaking his hands off her shoulders and standing up she said, "I should probably get ready for work."

Steve stood up, grabbing her wrist and stopping her. "Y/n, you look exhausted." "I'm fine" "You're twirling your hair, which means you're not telling the truth." "Steve, c'mon I don't have time for this" "Y/n, it looks like you've been crying" She pulled his hand off her wrist and started to walk away from him, "I'm going to work." "Sweetheart, please just tell me what's - " "Steve! Please just listen to me and leave me alone!" She yelled, cutting him off. She ran off to the bedroom, and that's when the door slammed.

Steve stood there a moment, thinking about honoring her request and leaving her be. But his protective nature overtook him and he decided that the best thing to do would be to be there for his girl.

In the bedroom.

Y/n sat against the wall still crying into her hands, body trembling, thinking hateful thoughts about herself.

She heard Steve knock on the door, saying "Sweetheart, can I come in?"

When she didn't answer him, he slowly opened the door and stepped inside.

She could feel him kneeling down in front of her, "Sweetheart," He whispered, trying to tuck her hair behind her ear to which she only buried her face further.

The next thing that happened, was Steve scooping her up into his arms and settling down in the arm chair that sat in the room.

Somehow this just made her cry more.

"Oh honey, come on now. Take a deep breath. In through the nose and out through the mouth." He soothed.

After about ten minutes of this, her crying settled down, breath becoming rhythmic.

Once he was sure that she had calmed down enough to be able to communicate with him, he asked his voice low and rumbling through his chest, "Do you wanna talk about what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

She nodded against his shirt. "Everything" she gasped. "Everything?" He asked, pulling her back so he could look her in the face. Dabbing away the leftover tears.

"I'm too emotional. Everything the last few days just hurts. I let everything get under my skin... I just. . Lately, people and Stark are just mean, or maybe I'm just too sensitive.. and now I've yelled at you, too." She said, trying to get up.

"Now hold on a minute, " He cooed, keeping her in place.

"What did Tony say?" "Nothing. I messed up and he was being sarcastic, but I'm such a mess that it hurt" she said her voice breaking. "Alright. Listen to me. One, you are not too emotional. The world tells everyone to button up and be cynical. You, my dear, are a light in all that mess. You do care and that's a very good thing -- I don't want you to listen to anyone that would belittle that, ok?" He asked getting a slow, uncertain nod in response. "Ok. Secondly, people can be mean, especially Stark. People also have power trips and want to pull people down to make themselves feel stronger or better. This means there's one thing you can always be certain of: Do you know what that is?" "What?" "They're wrong. Anyone who would belittle you to make a point or to win an argument or for any other reason, is just a bully." "But what if-" "ah. No what ifs. Thirdly, and this one is the one that's most important of the three." "Then why'd it come last?" She asked clearly beginning to feel a little bit better if she could tease him now. Steve simply rolled his eyes and continued,

"I want you to remember that when you're upset, you can always talk to me. No matter how silly it might make you feel, your feelings are safe with me." "Steve I just yelled at you for no rea-" "No. You had a reason. You were upset. I can see that and you know what that means? It means I can take it too. When I put this ring on your finger," He said taking her hand in his and running a finger across her knuckles. "I signed up for this. I'd rather have you get emotional than bottle things up and hide them from me."

Y/n looked down at their still intertwined hands and then back up at him. Nodding again and breathed out an "ok"

"Ok." Steve replied, giving her his usual comforting smile and kissing her forehead.

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