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honeybleed · 6 months

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— ★ JUST A LITTLE WHILE // JEAN KIRSTEIN

content & warnings: comic book artist!jean, modern au, female reader, black-coded reader, established relationship, angst kinda but fluff, smut so mdni (breast play, vaginal fingering, oral, f. receiving)

author’s note: i always wanted to write sumn dat gives kdrama ost so lets hope this gave obashata 🏹 n i always complain i hate everythin i write for jean so i hope i don’t hate dis

word count: 2.5k

Jean's studio was an array of things.

One wall with comic book covers and vintage sci-fi posters, the other adorned with sketches, character studies and concept art.

Sat by the drafting table, which was scattered with pencils, inking pens, and a meticulously organised array of reference materials.

Sticky notes on the bookcases that practically groaned with the heavy weight of the collection of comic books, graphic novels, and rare editions, meticulously organised and catalogued.

With his hands on his head, Jean let out a deep sigh as the sketches lay in front of him on his desk.

Despite such a critical thing left to do, the only thing on his mind was you.

Things were slightly off, to say the least. With the upcoming finale of his series, Jean was more distant than ever. It had been a long six years.

Most comic book series span decades, but quite frankly he'd run out of steam.

This was a story he loved dearly, and the last thing he wanted was for it to get taken away by the publishing company and morph into something unrecognisable and soulless.

So he'd end it himself. And the pressure to create a satisfying conclusion was immense. He felt as if he was wading through a swamp of problems and sinking.

It had to honor the journey of the series, it needed to respect the investment of the audience and leave a lasting impression that resonated even after the final chapter.

It'd been three weeks since he began the finale saga and you were an understanding girlfriend.

You'd drop by once in a while to check if he ate or needed some fresh air or even some downtime away from it. In the first few days, it was alright and he obliged.

But later on, he just couldn't bring himself to even take a five-minute break. The constant barraging phone calls from the editors and staff made Jean struggle to even breathe sometimes.

He was overwhelmed. Everything was closing in on him, and as much as he gave his all it seemed like his integrity as a storyteller was slipping from his grasp.

Suddenly his ears pricked up at the sound of the keyhole of the front door jiggling and some footsteps as the door closed.

He’d been at the drafting table for hours, and he could feel it. Eyes strained and dry, neck and shoulders stiff and achy.

He made his way to the hallways where you were taking off your shoes to place on the rack as you gave him a small smile.

“Hi.” You chirped. “You good?”

“No.” He thought to himself.

“So-so.” He snorted as he stretched his arms with a groan.

Involuntarily your eyes settled on his rising black t-shirt, which showcased the sliver of skin of his pelvis and his happy trail.

“Pervert.” He snickered, humored at the fact you were shamelessly ogling him, as he grabbed the takeout bag from your hands and headed to the kitchen.

“Am not!” You snapped, following after him.

"Here...open this." Jean says as he averts his gaze, unable to meet your eyes pushing the envelope in your hands.

"Okay.." You respond with an uneasy laugh at his skittish behavior.

"Open it now." He says, a little demandingly.

"Jean, can't you see that's what I'm doing?" You snap, kissing your teeth.

Despite the bite in your tone, your teeth sank into your lower lip to stifle back a laugh. Jean with his towering figure acting like a shy toddler was amusing.

You grab a knife to tear open the top of the envelope and see a pristine white paper neatly folded. You made your way to slump on the dining chair as he stood, leaning against the marble countertop in your kitchen.

You unfolded it to see a drawing of a couple.

But surrounding the couple were six mini versions of the two of you.

In the middle, it was undeniably Jean, with his sandy brown mullet, upward-curved ends, stubble and goatee.

You giggled, as your finger traced along the drawing of him.

He was holding you, kissing your hand gently, and his other hand was firmly planted on your side in the illustration — then there was you. Rich brown skin, bouncy curls, plump lips and doe eyes.

Jean had done many drawings of you in the past but there was something more heartfelt about this particular art.

He could see your eyes were soft, filled with a glow while you gazed at the gift, as he watched you with bated breath.

Anxiety stirred in his stomach as he absentmindedly clenched his jaw, a habit of his when he was feeling uneasy.

You'd never bashed his art, on the contrary, you were probably one of the most supportive people in his career as a comic book artist, but there was always something nerve-wracking about pouring your heart into something for the person you love.

You were in awe of the powdery and soft art. The pastels had a warmth and gentleness, something that was rare in his artwork.

Jean who always fared better in bold lines and vibrant colors. Whose art was always praised for dynamic action scenes and expressive storytelling.

To picture the sheer intimacy of his hands spending time on this artwork, where you could feel the earnestness with the dreamlike lilacs and turquoises caused a tingling warmth to spread through your body.

"This is so...beautiful, Jean..." You finally mustered out, your voice barely a murmur earning a sheepish grin from him as he rubbed the nape of his neck.

“I know it’s tomorrow but…I just couldn’t wait.” He said. “But you really think so...?" He chuckled, but when he saw tears stream down your cheeks he immediately paused feeling his heart sink.

He hurriedly crouched in front of you as he cupped your cheeks, wiping the droplets with the pad of his thumb.

"Why are you cryin', huh?" He chuckled his voice soft but still with a hint of concern as he stroked your cheek. "I hope my drawings ain't that bad." He teased in an attempt to make you laugh.

"No, it’s lovely.” You mumbled. “I just thought you forgot.”

“Look, baby…I know I’ve been acting distant and grumpy lately but it’s not because of you.”

He paused, as he took in your features intently. You felt your stomach flutter as you met the soft, golden glimmers of his light brown eyes.

“It’s just this stupid comic causing me stress. So just promise me that you’ll always be by my side when I need you.” He said with a warm smile, as he pecked your lips and then pressed his forehead against yours.

“Will you promise me that?”

His tender tone stirred up feelings you haven’t felt in a long time.

A mixture of desire for him as your mind was fogged with his familiar warm, woody musk fused with the clean, crisp scent reminiscent of freshly washed linens.

And adoration as the hair on the nape of your neck began to rise. This all-consuming need to reach out and touch him properly. Feel his skin on yours, like you used to.

He called your name to drag you out of your daze.

“Yeah?” You quipped, trying to recompose yourself.

“Thought I’d lost you there, baby.” He chuckled as his sturdy palms and weathered pads of his fingers settled on the bare skin of your waist which made you jolt slightly, as he remained crouched in front of you.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” You affirmed as you slot your pouty lips against his own.

Pattering raindrops gently tapped on the windows as the both of you began to prepare for bed. It was a long time since you slept at similar time.

Jean made it a habit to fall asleep in the studio or even crash on the couch so as not to disturb your deep sleep, despite you chastising him.

He came out of the ensuite bathroom in your bedroom after a shower with a smile. Dried up and dressed for sleep.

As you sauntered up to him for a kiss you could still feel the heat from the hot water emitting from his flush skin, and smell the light citrus scent from the soap he used.

You reached a hand to rake your fingers through the ends of his tousled tawny hair, the droplets sliding down his collarbone.

He pulled you close against him as he gave you a cheeky grin.

“Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you. Okay?” He said in a tone laced with jest.

You obliged fluttering your eyes closed, just happy he seemed to be returning to the mischievous nature of his you remember when you first met.

Jean meets your lips. This kiss is different to the quick pecks you’ve become accustomed to.

It’s almost as if this kiss won’t end. You feel yourself gasp slightly when he brings his tongue to your mouth. Softly tasting you.

His large hands grasp at you to pull you even more impossibly close as if you aren’t already flush against his firm and solid body.

“That kiss got you raring to go, huh baby?” Jean snickered to himself, a gleam in his eye.

Any time he could make you jump or make a noise, it stroked his ego immensely. One of his less favorable traits but he wore it well sometimes.

Rarely.

“Do you want more?” He murmured in your ear, breath tickling the shell as his voice became husky, which was quickly stirring arousal within you.

The deep baritone of his voice, the tingling of your lips after the wet and heavy kiss that left your lip a little swollen, and the overbearing proximity of him created a deep heat within your gut.

“I have a lot more to give.” He stated, voice firm.

“So do it.” You provoked, and within an instant, you were backing up on the bed until your back hit the headboard of the king-sized bed as Jean’s toned figure hovered over you.

The contrast between the rainy outdoors and the cosy glow indoors, with the dim bedside table lamp made things different.

Though the kisses were lust-filled and hungry at first, when he leaned in to meet your lips once again, the way his breathing was soft and shallow along with the way your eyelashes against each other's skin made it morph into something more sweet.

“Want this off..” He muttered as his tongue danced with yours, tugging at the satin, champagne-colored night dress.

“Jeez, be patient.” You tittered as you sat up from lying down to pull the garment over your head and discard it onto the carpet. “There.”

“Much better…” He chuckled, running his tongue over his lip as he gazed at your bare chest.

His hands began to roam across the soft skin of your body, then settled on your breast, kneading it gently and tweaking your nipple which made you gasp.

Your stomach turned again.

In the glow of the lamp, your boyfriend when aroused has an animalistic look in his eyes. Very rarely. It frightens you at first but also rouses something primitive within you.

He eagerly dived in to kiss you again, but you dodged the kiss. His eyes widened.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” He stuttered, panicky.

“No…but you gotta strip too! Fuck you thought this was.” You giggled.

“Jeez, I was so wrapped up in what was goin’ on in here that I forgot. Alright.” He responded as he began to tug off his boxers, discarding them quickly.

Your eyes descended lower until you gazed upon Jean’s length.

“What’s the matter?” He asked a little sheepishly as he felt anxiety seep into him when you gazed at him wordlessly. “Guess I could use a little trim, mhm?”

“No, it’s fine..” You giggled. “It’s sexy, don’t worry.”

“You think so?” Jean grinned as he ran his hand over his stubbly chin. “Maybe I’ll go full 70s.”

“Jean, you’re sick.” You scoffed.

“I can be a lot worse…” He chuckled as he leaned in, to trail kisses along your soft skin.

“Is that so?” You teased.

“You pushin’ me?”

“Maybe.”

With a wicked grin, Jean slid lower on the bed to position himself between your thighs, prying them apart.

You’d been together a long time but the glistening arousal from Jean’s earlier teasing and ministrations that sheened in the low light made your cheeks heat up.

“I barely touched you, y’know.” He chuckled darkly as his eyes hungrily raked over your thighs and wet heat.

“Shut up!” You protested but were cut off with a squeak as Jean immediately delved between your thighs, wrapping his arms around them as he began to suck and lick at your folds.

“Jean…!” You gasped as he restricted you from squirming with his strength.

“I promise I’ll make you feel so good…” He muttered as his tongue began to take long and languid strokes, losing himself in your centre, drooling and moaning so loud it reverberated against you, which made you even more jumpy.

Your hands threaded his hair as you tugged, bucking your hips against his face. It spurred him on even more, and he slid one finger inside of your entrance, pumping slowly.

His jaw clenched and he groaned at the feeling of your gummy and plush walls, clenching and pulsating around his digits.

“Fuck…” He said with a low growl. “You’re so sensitive.”

He slid two fingers in, which made you mewl pathetically.

You knew you must’ve looked and sounded ridiculous but with the intense pleasure washing over you, you couldn't care less.

“That’s it, baby…” Jean said in response as your name fell from his mouth like a mantra, his fingers curling inside you as he massaged the tip of his tongue on your clit. “Want you to cum for me..”

“Jean…” You cried out weakly, as he was coaxing you nearer and nearer to the edge.

Your eyes squinted shut as you felt your peak reach you, your body shuddering as you gushed all over his fingers.

“So beautiful, baby.” He grinned as he kissed your temple, stroking your hair back, leaning to kiss you gently the tang of your arousal on his lips and tongue.

“You’re so sexy when you cum.” He said as your chest heaved, attempting to catch your breath. He trailed his hand down your body, cupping your breasts to tweak your nipples again.

You smacked his hand away.

“Move.” You chortled.

“This better?” And you shoved him off when he swiped his tongue against your hardened nipple.

“You are so!-” You thumped his chest.

“Hope you’re ready for me, baby.” He smirked as he gazed at you. “Cos I ain’t finished. Think I might just fuck you into the mattress til dawn.”

“Jean…never change.” You chuckled as you squeezed his broad shoulder.

The next morning, Jean was out cold. You glanced over at him where his bare back was facing you and his arms were sprawled over the mattress.

“Wake up…” You called out as you slapped his back.

“What?” He groaned, voice groggy and drowsy.

“Happy anniversary, baby.”

“Don’t wake me up for no stupid shit like that again.” He muttered as his hand slid to caress your thigh and squeeze it.

author’s note: if u made it this far, ty for reading sorry for any grammatical or spelling mistakes love u all, reblogs and interactions r always appreciated 💓✊🏽

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wutheringcaterpillar · 4 months

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A Lesson Learnt

Summary: After dressing provocatively to the golden globes much to Cillian’s surprise. He becomes immensely irritated with how you’re acting, flirting with other men and having no public decency, leaving him no other choice than to put you in your place.

Warnings: daddy!kink, degradation, jealousy, Cillian is single in this with no kids, you’re his adopted daughter, brat!reader, smut a tremendous amount of smut, dumbification, ass slapping, age gap (reader is twenty one, cillian is 48)

sidenote- i may have gotten a bit carried away but seriously it’s a lot of smut. I am not an Yvonne hating person and respect his family. This is purely fiction and has no relation to Cillian’s real life. Don’t like the warnings, don’t read this.

There you were, standing there in a black skin tight dress that hugged your sides quite firmly, complimenting your hips. Your father stood there hand at his hip completely astounded, apalled that you would wear such a revealing outfit to such a prestigious event, if he were to take a guess you were taking a note from the book of Kylie Jenner.

Meeting his gaze, his eyes protruded dominance, his once baby blues eyes turning into a devilish shade of the cavernous ocean as he watched you walk down the stairs toward him.

Diamonds covered the top of your dress, curving elegantly over your revealing cleavage, just hardly holding them in place.

Greeting the security guard who attempted to look anywhere but you, Cillian leaned up from the wall, holding out his hand for you to take like the gentleman that he always was.

“What the fuck are yuh wearing? This is an award show not a fucking playboy mansion.” You rolled your eyes and walked with him hand in hand to your designated table.

During the evening waiting on nominees and winners, he couldn’t help but notice the glances and innapropriate exchanges you had been making with Leonardo DiCaprio, it fueld his anger even more, knowing you were in this man’s age range of women.

Taking a cherry off of your desert, you popped it in your mouth, seductively tying the stem in a knot never breaking eye contact with Leo, whom was focused on your cherry red lips, imagining what they’d feel like wrapped around his cock.

Cillian had enough of this, he knew what you were up to, a not so poor attempt at getting under his skin. Clenching his jaw, he balled his fists under the table, when he locked eyes with Leo the man looked away, still smirking at the idea of all the positions he could have you in tonight.

Attempting to keep his composure, you felt his hand latch onto your thigh harshly, his knuckles turning white. You held back a yelp from the sudden pain, just barely keeping your knee from hitting the table. Turning to him with a playful grin, you raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong daddy? Can’t a girl have some fun?” He leaned ever so close, his lips just barely touching your ear, whispering in a harsh tone for nobody to hear.

“This is a televised show, I don’t need you flaunting yourself and acting like a whore for everyone to see. Cut the shit before I do for ya” Someone was feisty, just as you had planned.

Cillian believed the problem to be your lack in parents growing up, no discipline whatsoever, and he was guilty for giving you anything you ever asked for, now he was reaping the consequences.

“And the winner is Cillian Murphy!” As he took the stage and began giving his speech, his tongue lapped over his teeth in irritation when he noticed instead of listening to him, you were biting down on your bottom plump lip, before sucking the chocolate syrup of your dessert off of your finger, never once breaking eye contact with Leo.

He stayed composed finishing his speech, trying to not even look at you and your slutty shenanigans.

He didn’t talk to you the rest of the night until you were back at the hotel.

“What da fuck was dat eh? Did you even care about how long I waited for this moment or were you too lovestruck by a man nearly three times your age. You hurt me tonight Y/N.” Kicking off your heels, you approached him like a lion approaches its prey but in a teasing way, a clear note of sarcasm in your voice.

“Sounds to me like daddy’s jealous.” You batted your eyelashes innocently at him, pouting, mocking him with his emotions.

“Enough!” The back of his hand intertwined with the strands of your hair instantly, you let out a yelp, lips quivering in pain.

“You want to act like a whore, I’ll treat ya like a fuckin whore.” He bent you over the dresser aggressively, your chest slamming against the wooden surface nearly taking the breath out of you.

His chest heaved rapidly, adrenaline rushing through his blood when he lifted your dress, seeing the black laced thong that was barely even covering your asshole.

Scoffing, he moved the thin, soaked fabric to the side, only to reveal your little hole dripping, he could swear he could see a small heartbeat atop your clit.

“Well, well would you look at that?” His hand slapped your folds, your slick painting your thighs from how wet you were. You squirmed underneath him in a desperate attempt to crawl out from underneath his arm.

A stinging pain shot up your back when his hand collided with the fragile skin of your ass.

“Daddy!” Cillian shook his head, pulling your hair back, his hand wrapping around your throat in a deathly grip.

“Don’t you daddy me. Do I sound like I’m fucking around Y/N?” His fingers slid into your dripping core effortlessly. Your mouth dropped open from the sudden intrusion, the feeling of his thick fingers filling you causing you to moan desperately, needing more.

His fingertips curled up inside of you, making you gasp in pleasure. Your juices coated him instantly, it was pathetic to him how needy and impatient you were. “Be. Patient? Understand?” You moaned a yes, pushing yourself back against his fingers, grinding your pussy down the entirety of his lengthy fingers. He rolled his eyes in annoyance with you getting far too much enjoyment out of this. When he removed his fingers you whined, and he wasn’t having it, sending another sharp slap to your ass, stoping your crying immediately.

Unbuckling his pants with his other hand, his thick length slapped against your wetness, resting in-between your folds, sliding it up and down agonizingly slow. You released a whine, the anticipation getting the best of you.

“Please. The worst punishment you ever gave me was taking my phone away for a weekend in high school. You’re not going to- Ah!” He plunged his cock full throttle into your tight walls, causing your body to tense from the pain.

Flipping you over, his hands held your wrists at both sides of your head, his nails digging into your skin rather violently, surely to leave marks.

“What’s da matter? Daddy’s cock making yuh too dumb to speak?” At this point your boobs had fallen out of your dress, like Cillian expected them too.

Your round globe-like nipples hardening from how turned on you were in that very moment.

“Pl-please daddy I-“ Grabbing his tie, he shoved it in your mouth, shutting you up.

“Do yuh want the fuckin neighbors to here? Are yuh going to bed a good girl for once in yer life?” You nodded up at him with pleading eyes.

His hands released your wrists, grazing over your thighs, holding them tightly as he fucked you mercilessly. The sight of your tits bouncing up and down consumed him. He couldn’t resist from latching his lips around them, biting down on one of them, making you release a desperate, muffled moan.

He’s pumping in and out of you at vigorous rate as your hands glided to the sides of the dresser, holding onto them for dear life.

Sweat began to form on Cillian’s pale skin, as he watched his cock disappear in your luxurious, dripping hole. The sight sending him into overdrive.

Ripping the tie out of your mouth, he lifted you up, slamming you up against the wall.

“Lucky I’m even fucking you with whadda fuckin brat you’ve been. That all it takes is my cock for you to behave?” Your hands searched every inch of his back, pushing his jacket off, undoing the buttons frantically.

You pressed your boobs up against his chest as he drilled into you, the feeling of being so full, so completely fucked out taking over you.

The sweat causing your mascara to run down your cheeks in a beautiful, fucked out mess.

The sight of you so needy for him, so quickly submissive to his every demand turned him on immensely. He watched you with deep intent, paying close attention to every single facial expression with such precision.

He could tell you were close from the way your thighs were twitching around his waist.

Turning you around to face the mirror while his back was toward it, he wanted you to see how desperate you looked, how well you were taking his cock and how he was capable of taking complete control of you.

“Go on sweetheart, do what you do best and cum on my cock. Go on with da slut you are. My good little slut.” The way he spoke with such dialect, his voice as smooth was the wind in a warm summer day had you clenching around his length hard. Moaning and groaning loud enough for the whole hotel to hear.

“Daddy, daddy I- I’m gonna-“

“Cum on my cock, darling. Show daddy how well he treats his princess.”

Your body convulsed as you crumbled in his arms, losing yourself, fully releasing your hot slick all over his magnificent cock.

Cillian kept going, holding you up with a single hand while the other moved your chin up, forcing you to look at him with your fucked out eyes that were just rolling back down from the back of your head.

“Should I come in you? I’m not sure if you deserve it? You were such a bad girl tonight?” You nodded frantically, still hardly able to form words, feeling like you could potentially pass out from the over stimulation of his cock still hitting that sweet spot.

“Pl-please. I’ll be good. No- no more flirting.” His eyebrows raised, his lips curving into a smile, satisfied with your response before he released himself, painting your insides with his seed as his moans filled the room.

When he let you down, you would’ve fell to the ground if it weren’t for his arms catching you, helping you up onto the bed, tucking you in gently.

“Have you been taking your pill?” He asked, caressing the side of your face with such care.

You nodded sleepily, making him smile softly at the sight of his sweet little girl. You may have drove him crazy at times, but with a little guidance he knew you’d straighten out. Seeing his cum drip out of you, he pushed it back in, making you moan tiredly.

“I have to go and do the closing photos. I’ll be back soon.” He kissed you on the forehead, already sound asleep like the angel you were.

When he took the photos, he didn’t seem to notice how his collar was disheveled, not neat like it was during his speech, but he hadn’t cared.

When his assistant had pointed it out and offered to fix it, he waved her off kindly, repeating the fact he did not care, he just wanted tonight and this award show event to be over.

It was a small reminder to him of how much you needed him in every, aching way.

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dejwrites · 1 year

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀rekindled, john price

divorce can either turn dark or be a smooth ride down lala land. john and you've been divorced for a while now, but it's not really much of a secret that he just can't stay away from you. especially when he has returned from being whisked away with task force 141.

♔ ˖ ✧ — general warnings: female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, black reader written in mind, ex husband!john, established past relationship, john and reader have a set of twins, reader gossiping with her friends, italics means a flashback, profanity usage, slight second chance lovers trope // smut warnings: oral (f.receiving), standing position, dirty talk, possessive!john prince, some love bombs are dropped, breeding kink, description of making out // word count: 4.4k, // ao3 // minors dni.

YOU AND YOUR EX-HUSBAND DIDN’T REALLY LEAVE ON A BAD NOTE. But You didn’t leave on a good note either. Your marriage just slowly became dull. Of course, you still had your beautiful twin boys that seemed to steal that charming smile John had. However, you were fully aware that attempting to stay together for the sake of the kids—did more harm than good. The divorce was finalized and the two of you were okay with co-parenting, actually, you’ve been doing it for over a year now. It’s been working well considering what John did for a living, so the majority of the time the boys were with you. When he came back home, they stayed with him.

It was okay. You were okay being newly divorced, having a nice paying job that you enjoyed, your two sons striving in academics and extracurricular activities, and you even oddly joined a book club also. The book club was filled with different types of women. From the women married to rich bachelors to the freshly divorced who snuggled up with their pool boys after the children slept. They were quite an odd crowd to hang around, but you were genuinely happy. Although you couldn’t relate to your husband buying you a brand new Mercedes or having a sultry affair with your child’s teacher, this group of women knew how to have fun when they wanted to.

Maybe that’s how you whine up at the town’s local bar with them. After realizing how hot and steamy the chapters of this month’s book club book were, you and the ladies decided to go into town for a drink or two. It’s the least you guys could do after a long week of student-teacher conferences and football tournaments.

“Do you ever miss him?” Blonde-haired Cheryl asked as she down a shot of tequila. Her face scrunched up as she picked up the lime slice to suck on. “You know? John?” She adds to ensure that her question was meant for you.

“What is there to miss? We divorced and went our separate ways. Our boys are happy, and that’s all we care about.” You answered truthfully.

“And what if she told you he just walked in right now as we’re speaking.” Thirty-two-year-old Sheila asked. Her brown skin glistened under the bar light as she leaned back into the booth seat. She twirled her finger around a coil on top of her head before letting out a drunken dreamy sigh.

“He isn’t coming back to town until next week.” You answered. The two women stared at you as if you’d grown another arm out of your body. You were sure it was because they drank too much, but Sheila had pointed at the figure that stopped to greet the very popular bartender that had seen everyone who stepped foot in here at their lowest.

You followed where she was pointing, and your breath hitched in your throat. There John was chatting with the bartender—completely making up for the lost time of him not being around. Your teeth nibbled at your lower lip as you quickly turned around before he could fully notice you. You watched as Cheryl placed her head in her hand with a cheeky grin on her face.

“What?” You asked as you leaned forward to capture the straw in your alcoholic beverage. “It’s not a big deal; he could be here to meet someone. You know, we’ve divorced you guys. He’s allowed to date.”

“Mhm, okay.” Sheila laughs. “Why are you suddenly so fidgety? You can’t even sit straight now.”

Now it was Cheryl piecing the pieces together. She’s been with you from the start of the divorce and even asked her husband to be your lawyer. She and Sheila knew you so well. Yes, she knew that you haven’t gotten laid since the divorce, claiming so many times that it’s messy to introduce a man in your life so soon. Despite you and John being divorced for a while now. But Cheryl was calling bullshit. She then covered her mouth in complete shock as the alcohol gave her a boost of realization. “You didn’t!?” She shrieks loudly, and that causes some people to glance in the table’s direction.

“Did what?” Sheila asked as she looked at her before popping another peanut in her mouth.

“You gave him some, didn’t you?” Cheryl asked. She collected the untouched tequila shot meant for you and downed it with ease. “You gave John some before he left and didn’t even tell us. Here I’m thinking you were practicing abstinence?” Her manicured fingers pointed at you like you were on trial for the Salem Witch Trials.

“What? That’s nonsense,” Now you were taking huge gulps of your drink. Even took the skinny black straw from the drink and down it until it was burning your insides.

“She did. She sees him and suddenly can’t sit straight. Don’t even want to see him. So, she must have enjoyed it.” Sheila laughed. “Spill the details now, or I’m throwing this peanut at your forehead.”

You couldn’t even lie your way out of this. What they were saying was true. Before John had to leave, right after dropping your sons back off to you—one thing led to another, and you found yourself gasping out his name and seeing stars in the moment's bliss. You hated to admit that was what you had thought about since he left. When your eyes closed to go to sleep, you visualized that moment of him being in between your thighs that night. Your cheeks even heated in embarrassment as you sat here trying to deny it happened. Having sex with your ex-husband was messy, especially when you have been telling your friends that you've been going out on dates and attempting the dating pool again.

“He dropped the boys off, and it just happened, okay?” You threw your hands up in defeat. “One thing led to another, clothes being torn off—you guys know the deal.”

“But did you feel anything, or was it just sex?” Cheryl asked.

“Like, did he fuck you with meaning or like a one-night stand?” Sheila asked.

“Sheila!” Cheryl shrieked as she playfully smacked her arm.

“What, Cheryl? I think this is an important question to ask, considering the circumstances. If he fucked her like a one-night stand, he just wanted a last little taste so he could go on about his life. But if he fucked her with some meaning, maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t want to let go just yet.” Cheryl had taken a sip of her vodka tonic and gave you a grin. “So which one was it, Y/N?”

Which one was it? You couldn’t even remember. You sat twiddling with your thumbs as the memories of that night came swirling around your brain for you to remember.

“They’ve been playing all damn day, so I figure that would be ready for bed when they get here,” John commented as he tucked one of the children in.

You only hummed at his response as you leaned down to tuck your other son in. It was good that they were going to bed at a reasonable time since they had school the following morning. You just were grateful that John was being a responsible parent and returning them at a good time that worked for both of you. As you two left the twins' room, you felt like this feeling was a little too familiar. The tucked the boys in, the each giving them a kiss goodnight and then sneaking out of the room not to wake them. It felt strange now, knowing with the divorce finalized—the two of you didn’t go to the shared bedroom together. Instead, John would share his farewell and just leave.

You were still getting used to your home's subtle silence now that John wasn’t here. You knew that if he were still here around this time—you would hear the laughter of your three favorite boys playing video games or watching television. But now it wasn’t like that. You no longer heard John’s loud laughter that echoed through the halls, no matter how hard he tried to keep it down. It was just silence.

“I’m going away for a couple of weeks, possibly a month max.” John breaks your thoughts as he stops you from going further down the hall. He noticed the grasp he had on your hand and quickly dropped it.

You were used to talks like this. Once again, it was different with you two being divorced this time. Your lips form a straight line as you realize that you’ll have to give your sons the talk. “Did you tell the boys?” You asked.

“Of course, they took the news quite well. Shockingly,” John chuckles as he rubs at his facial hair before sighing. “I just wanted to let you know also.”

“They’re not our little babies anymore; they’re getting so big.” You admitted. “But I appreciate you telling me,” You added.

He gives you a grin of satisfaction before he shares his farewells to find his way out. However, now it was you stopping him from departing. “Just return back to us—I mean them, in one piece.” You gave him a genuine smile that you knew he had to return.

“And if I don’t?” John turns to take a step forward, once again closing the gap between you two as you stand in the hallway.

“I’m going to come to save you myself if I have to. I am not going through these boys' teenage years alone, you smug asshole.” You said as you were trying to bite back a grin.

John glances at you with a twinkle in his eyes. His heart pinged at the sight of that grin. Some days he found himself questioning what went wrong without realizing that nothing can go wrong in a relationship. However, people can outgrow each other. They can just realize that it wasn’t working out anymore, and John was trying so hard to attach that statement to the two of you. He just couldn’t. The captain couldn’t let you go. He was quite upset that he let you go—that he sat and let the divorce happen.

“So please, John Price, return in one piece quickly.” You repeated. You noticed his eyes glancing at your lips and soon staring back at you. He did that when he wanted to kiss you. You’ve known him for years to tell that.

“And if you want one last kiss, just get it over with, John.” You threw your hands up in defeat, knowing that this would only complicate and confuse things. But then again, this could be the last time you see him.

With that, he’s kissing you. He’s kissing you so hard that you forget to breathe for a second. Your fingers grasped at his shirt to get him closer. Your back was pushed against the wall as John deepened the kiss. His tongue glides across your lower lip, aching to taste you. His guess was you were drinking wine before he dropped the kids off because, on Sunday nights, you spent it drinking wine and indulging in a bubble bath. Of course, he remembered that. He knew you more than he fuckin’ knew himself.

Your lips parted without a fight or fuss just to let John in. His tongue slithers in your mouth, and you can’t help but moan at the feeling. John’s kisses always took you to another universe. They were so intense that they made your knees go weak. They made you sit and think about them. They had you wanting more. Maybe this kiss and the fact that you haven’t been laid since the divorce had you eager for more. His lips disconnect from your lips to kiss your jawline and then to your neck. His facial hair tickles you, and you bite back a childish giggle as you notice how fast he moves. His hands lingered in the pastel pink silk robe that seemed to loosen each second.

“Fuck, I missed this,” John whispered before he planted a kiss on your swollen lips again.

“We’re going to wake the boys. We should go into the room,” You said between the subtle breaks of the kiss. “They’ll question why you’re still here, you know?”

“We’ll figure that out when we get there.” He leads you to the master bedroom that once was shared by you two. The scent of John still lingers around even though you even redecorated the room to your liking.

Your back pushes against the room door to close it shut as your eyes watch John tugging the shirt he wore over his head. Your teeth got caught in your lip as you took him in. From his broad shoulders to the battle scars. The sight of him had your panties wet and forced you to clutch your thighs shut. He took two steps to be closer to you again, his eyes taking in your features. From your coils that fell in your face due to your wash-n-go style to those eyes that put him in a trance every time he looked at you. His hands travel down to untie the knot of the silk robe.

Your skin is now garnished with goosebumps as soon as the crisp air in your room hits your skin. Your nipples had already hardened from just the sight of John, so they immediately poked through the silk fabric. John’s mouth watered at the sight of you. He always thought you were the most beautiful woman he had seen. His tongue wets his lips before he gets on his knees without a word to help you step out of your panties. He’s prompting one of your legs over his shoulder without a care, and without warning, he’s indulging in your taste. The flat of his tongue gliding across your wet folds. John missed this. He missed being between your plush legs, hearing you whimpering his name and clawing your fingers through his hair.

His tongue flickers at your clit, which got you talking. Your hand went up to muffle your moans, but as soon as you felt John’s tongue trace the outline of your entrance—you had lost any grace to keep your voice down. Your knees buckled slightly at the feeling of him in between your thighs. John ignored your pleas and cried about how good he made you feel. The only thing on his mind was the thought of tasting you. Making you come so good that when he left—he was the only thing on your mind. Was that selfish of John? Probably so, but he didn’t give a damn.

Teasingly he placed a kiss on your thigh before going back in. His nose nuzzled at your pubes as he took his index and middle finger to insert inside of you without warning. He let his tongue flicker at your sensitive bud as he thrusts his fingers inward. Your juices dripped down his slender digits as he fingered you. His eyes make eye contact with you as he’s curving his finger just to hit that spot that causes you to yell out his name.

“John baby, please. I’m about to-“ Your words stopped abruptly when you felt him remove himself from you. Your orgasm blew away as quickly as ever as John stood up off his knees. He’s staring at you with so much lust in his eyes—it was the same look he gave you the night the twins were conceived.

His bulge was noticeable in his pants; you took it upon yourself to tug him closer in a heated kiss. The taste of you now encrypts your tongue while you undo the button on his pants. You let your hand rub at his bulge, causing him to groan in the kiss. As you were helping him out his bottoms, his callous hands fully tugged the silk robe off. The robe decorated the brown wooden floors alongside John’s clothes, and with each passing minute, you became whole again.

He lifts you up easily, and a chill goes down your spine at the feeling of his cock brushing against your entrance. You were expecting him to carry you to the bed. You wouldn’t have minded him taking you in a missionary position where you could feel extra stroke; he put his all in. Or doggy style, where you could muffle out his name in the fluffy pillow. But instead, he’s using the door to lean your back upon, and with one hand holding you up—he using his other to help guide you upon his cock. Your arms snake around his neck in a strong grasp from the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out and the fear of him dropping you. You two had never done a position so vulgar, so this came as a shock to you. But the only thing you could do is indulge in the glorious feeling of John.

It was such an amazing feeling. It felt like John was the only thing you could stutter out. How his hands guided you up and down his cock had your eyes lolling in the back of your head. Your teeth nibbled on your lower lip to muffle your moans because you didn’t want to wake the boys. With each thrust upward, you felt your juices dripping down your thighs. When you made eye contact with John, you didn’t think you could get any wetter than you already were. He looked so wonderful like this. Balls deep inside you, uttering how well you’re taking him and how beautiful you look. Were you falling back in love with him, or was that just the way he was fucking you that had your brain all mushy inside.

“You haven’t been giving this pussy to anyone else, have you?” John questioned through his rhythmic thrusting.

You couldn’t muster up an answer until he fully tugged himself from thrusting upward inside of you and slamming himself back into your wet pussy once again. This time repeat the question so you can answer him loud and clear.

“No, I’m all yours, John.” You whimpered out with tears of pleasuring, staining your lash line.

You leaned in to kiss him deeply, your fingers combing through his hair, just wanting to feel closer to him. Although your bodies were already swapping sweat and intertwined closer than ever, it just felt right at the moment, wanting to be closer to John. His thrusting became quicker, and you knew he was most likely about to cum. You could always tell when he was about to come.

Cause when John came, he came a lot. Big heavy loads of his cum just oozed out when he came. He had a thing where he would always come inside you unless you told him not to. But it didn’t shock you; he told you before you two got engaged that he wanted kids. You always joke that it was why you were graced with twins instead of one child.

His face would get as red as a tomato, and the only thing you could hear him say as he cast soft kisses upon your neck and collarbone was your name.

“Y/N..Y/N..I love you, Y/N.”

When the two of you were being tugged down by the intense feeling of your orgasms, you quickly went to tug on your rob. Your skin felt hot, sticky, and you smelt like him. You were shuffling in embarrassment as you collected John’s clothes off the floor and shoved them in his hands. You couldn’t even progress the fact that he uttered those words to you.

“You must get out of here before the boys see you.” You were avoiding looking at him because you knew you would want more. You knew you couldn’t say those words because it would further confuse you.

You were expecting him to argue against your words, but John collected his clothes and started to put them on. The two of you were silent as you sat on the bed, attempting to collect your thoughts. You had just slept with your ex-husband and enjoyed it. Actually, you were eager for me.

And the last thing John said to you before leaving the bedroom you once shared was to give the boys one last kiss for me.

You leaned back into your seat, watching as your two friends were a giggling mess.

“I can’t believe you kicked him out afterward. You could at least let him sleep in the guests' room.” Cheryl said.

“Hell, he had his head in between her thighs. Might as well sleep in the master bedroom.” Sheila adds.

Sheila would finish her drink and check her phone, “Oh shit, the wife has come to pick us tipsy stranglers up.” She says as she looks at you. “I mean, you can always ask John for a ride. Considering you already…you know.”

Cheryl snickers as she tugs her jacket on and collects her belongings. “Sheila, we have to be serious. He can’t know what we know. Now I’m heading to the ladies' room before we leave; you coming?”

“Oh yeah,” Sheila says.

“I’ll meet you two outside.” You slipped on your jacket and moved by the crowd in the bar to exit. Purposely avoiding the direction that John was near.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him. You just knew seeing him would mean you’ll bombard yourself with feelings that you've been thinking about since he left. You’ll be forced to think about how maybe letting him was a huge mistake.

As soon as you stepped outside, you called the babysitter for your sons to let them know that you were on your way home. Your back leaned against the brick wall waiting for Sheila and Cheryl—of course, they would take forever in the bathroom when you needed to run away from someone. You tugged your jacket further on your body once you felt the crisp nightly breeze brush by you. Suddenly, you could feel someone standing next to you. And you knew it was him.

For one.) he probably saw you leave in such a hurry you would think you left your oven on at your house or two.) Cheryl and Sheila didn’t actually go to the bathroom. They most likely drunkenly approached him and said that you were waiting for him.

“We need to talk.” It seemed you two said at the same time.

Now you were facing him, the sound of the bar door was pushed open, and your two friends bubbly stumbled out, arms linked with each other as they walked towards Sheila's wife's car.

“Bye, John,” Cheryl drags out his name with a childish grin, not hiding that she knew you two slept together. “Y/N? Are you coming? They can drop you off also.”

“She’s in good hands, Cheryl. I’ll make sure she gets off safely.” John gives her a half grin, and you look at your friends, trying to telepathically tell them not to leave you alone with him.

But Sheila only winked at you before wishing her farewells to you and John and dragging a tipsy Cheryl away. Now the two of you were alone. Just you, him, and your thoughts about that night before he left.

“We should get going. The babysitter is waiting for us—I mean me.” You said, and with that, you followed John to his car.

Too many memories hit you all at once when you were in the passenger seat. The scent of John, obviously. The one crayon marking from one of the twins was on the dashboard. The driver's side that you occasionally would glance at John and watch him drive. He’ll always catch you staring before you look away in embarrassment. Gosh, you couldn’t forget the times that seat was reclined back, and you climbed on top of him like a hormonal sex-deprived woman. But you shouldn’t be thinking about this at the moment. You wanted to have a clear conversation with him without anything sexual getting involved.

“Is this the part where we awkwardly talk about what happened?” John questioned. His eyes stared ahead on the road, and you just felt so little in his car.

Facing your feelings head-on as soon as that question comes out. Your fingers toyed with the bracelets that decorated your wrist before speaking, “We had sex. What more is there to say?”

You could hear your ex-husband tapping at the steering wheel. He clicks his tongue before speaking, “That’s what it was? Doesn’t seem like it, but okay.” He makes a turn, and you take note that he was purposely taking the long way back to the home you two once shared.

“Okay?” You asked. “Is that why you’re taking a long way home? Come on, John. We’ve taken this route before when we want-” You stopped midsentence realizing what you would say.

It was the same way he would take where he would pull over after a romantic date, and the two of you would engage in a heated quickie. He would take the same route if you two needed to argue a little longer to prevent your sons from hearing it when you were home. The last time you took this route, your lips parted to utter the word divorce; the rest was history.

“Because we need to talk. You know more than I know that what happened was more than just sex.”

You grew silent, slowly slumping in your seat. “But what’s next if I say I felt more?” You asked. Your arms cross over your chest, sighing. “We can’t just get together.”

“Why not?” John stops at the red light, forcing you to meet his gaze.

Oh, that gaze. He knew what he was doing. He knew that right now, the way his eyes drank in your looks as if you were the finest bottle of whiskey made your heart flutter in your chest. You looked away, not having an answer to his question because there weren’t any. Deep down, you wanted to give you and John another try.

It was only right that you rekindled the old flame that blew out.

After a minute of silence and the low hum of whatever generic pop song was playing on the radio, you asked. “So, how does this work?”

“I guess we take it one step at a time.” He gives you a reassuring smile that you return.

“One step at a time.” You repeated before finally relaxing in your seat.

One step at a time at rekindling your marriage.

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gepardling · 10 months

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I saw your blog and I love your writings sm🫶 Glad to see a fellow Gepard simp (JGKFKRJSHA HE'S SO HOT)

Going to my request, if you are fine with smut requests, is it okay for me to request husband!Gepard and spouse!gn!reader, featuring breeding kink and manhandling? It's up to you how you want to write how the story goes, surprise me 👀

Anyways, make sure to take care of yourself as well, stay hydrated, and thank you sm!!

happy anniversary w/ gepard.

desc. : im so srry for my mini-hiatus, my schedule is spaghetti ;p my mind was lowkey still buzzing abt the museum event, n i needed a good hook for da story okay !! to me, marriage means becoming a family, so i used dat to set the scene :) am also working on improving gn!reader smut so i hope i did good here ( wc : 1.9k )

tags / cw : nsfw, gn!reader, pretty fluffy i think, oral, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!), top!gepard, bottom!reader, aftercare, manhandling, breeding (I HOPE I DID THESE RIGHT, I'M SUCH A VANILLA PERSON), not proofread !

Gepard couldn’t help but wonder if he was cut out for fatherhood, given his past encounters with children. It seemed that whenever he interacted with little ones, they either burst into tears at the sight of him or found themselves quickly bored by his serious demeanor. As such, he had never entertained the idea of having a family of his own – not until he met you, at least.

You had a habit of taking Gepard’s entire world and turning it upside down, making him question everything he thought he believed up until that point. This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, and he quickly found himself drawn to your open-mindedness. Spontaneity was something that Gepard lacked in his life, and you delivered everything he needed and more.

It wasn’t long before the two of you had married, and everyone knew it was a long time coming. No one could soften up the strict Captain like you could, especially when you manage to catch him off guard. Just the other day, Gepard's heartstrings were thoroughly scrambled when he saw you guiding a group of children through the museum. The way you handled the kids was beyond Gepard, and you taught history in a way that they understood, even enjoyed.

After another one of your museum shifts, you and Gepard were relaxing at home. It was the evening of your first anniversary, having been married for a year. Gepard was immersed in a book, your head rested on his shoulder as you arranged your thoughts. Which is what brought you to this point. Here, in your shared home, you decided to finally raise the question.

“You know,” you began softly, your voice carrying a mixture of wonder and uncertainty. “I can’t help but imagine… What if we had children?” Gepard’s demeanor instantly shifted, a fleeting tension washing over his body. Sensing his unease, you hurriedly backtracked. “I’m sorry, you don’t want to… And that’s okay!”

But before the words could fully escape your mouth, Gepard’s reassuring touch met your hand, his eyes filled with warmth. “No, not at all,” he assured. “You simply caught me off guard…” There was an excited tone to his voice, but some uncertainty still lingered deep beneath the surface.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you absorbed Gepard’s response. “I think it would be amazing,” you uttered, a dreamy lilt decorating your tone. Gepard’s fingers gently traced the wedding band adorning your finger, and he was instantly reminded of your wedding, how radiant you looked as you stood before him. The image of you, eyes filled with unwavering devotion, etched itself permanently in his heart.

Your gentle laughter caressed his ears as your hand cupped his cheek, pulling him back from his daydream. “Don’t worry, we can wait until you’re ready,” you replied, softly pecking him on the lips. “There’s no rush, after all.” But between your gentle touch and his devotion towards you, all this family talk was getting Gepard a little hot beneath the collar.

He was sure you were aware of it too – your touches growing tantalizingly slow as your lips lingered longer and longer on his. With that same old mischievous glint in your eyes, you took the book from Gepard’s hands and set it on the table across from you. You snaked your arms around his neck, gently shifting yourself into his lap.

"What are we still sitting out here for?" You whispered, forehead pressed against his own. "It's our anniversary after all." Gepard's hands slowly came to rest on your hips, a rosy hue spread across his cheeks. You brought your hands down from his neck, opting to work open the first few buttons of his shirt. Dipping your hands beneath the fabric, Gepard shuddered lightly at your cold touch.

He moved his hands from your hips to your wrists, gently gripping them. "Not on the couch," he breathed. Of course, same old Gepard. That's one rule that's never changed for the whole three years you've been with him. You gave him a quick peck on the nose, followed by a mock salute. Gepard smiled in return, uttering "Your form is off," before scooping you up in his arms.

Your surprise was quickly muffled by his lips on yours, his kiss filled with love and devotion towards you. He made quick work of whisking you off to the bedroom, lightly tossing you onto the soft mattress of your shared bed. You could barely sit up before he was leaning over you, covering your body with his large frame.

"We're not on the couch anymore, are you happy?" You teased, smiling up at him mischievously. Gepard only rolled his eyes in response, lowering his head to kiss you once again. It was deeper this time, only growing more heated as your hands continued to undress him. Before you could undo his belt, his grip on your wrist stopped your ministrations.

"Allow me," he replied, moving to undress you instead. He wedged his knee between your thighs, pushing them open before laying between them. He kept his arms wrapped around your legs, preventing you from closing them again. When he dipped his head between your thighs, you could only gasp at the feeling of his mouth on your heat.

Gepard had more than enough practice over the last few years, and that much was evident. His skilled tongue worked across your sex, rolling over your most sensitive parts. The sensation of his hot mouth caused little stars to spot your vision, nails gripping the sheets so tight you were sure you'd rip them. Your gasps were like music to his ears, only fueling the fire deep within.

His slicked fingers worked you open, gently scissoring your hole. Your back arched at the feeling as Gepard carefully prepared you, sparks of pleasure dashing across your body. But as the buildup started to reach its peak, mere seconds before your vision could go white and the fires of release consumed you, the sudden loss of his fingers and mouth left you cold and empty. The sensation immediately dissipated, fading into obscurity.

Your breathing was ragged as your body attempted to come to terms with the orgasm you never had, blinking away the stars that dotted your vision. "W-Wait," you whispered, raising yourself onto your elbows. "Why'd you st-" But just as the words were about to leave your mouth, Gepard had turned you around onto your stomach, hand resting on your upper back. His free hand hurriedly worked to release his cock from the confines of his pants, as he pressed gentle kisses to the skin of your shoulder blades.

Before you could complain again, he sunk his member deep into your heat. The weight of his body suspended above yours only added to the pleasure, slowly thrusting in sync with the rhythmic contraction of your walls. Each thrust was coupled with the soft grind of his hips, slowly working you back up to your pleasure point. He took his time, butterfly kisses dotting the back of your neck and ears.

"Gepard…" You sighed, to which he replied with a soft hum. While you sincerely enjoyed his languid pace, you needed something more to soothe the ache in your loins. You pressed back against him, breathing a quiet “Faster,” to which he replied with a chuckle. Gepard slipped two fingers between your lips, hushing you with quiet whispers.

You swirled your tongue around his digits, the cool metal of his wedding band contrasting the warmth of your mouth. When he pulled back his hand, a small whine escaped your lips, but your breath soon hitched in your throat as he suddenly increased his pace. He kept his hand pressed down on your lower back, preventing you from bucking back against him as he took you at his own pace.

The way his cock slammed into you left you gasping for air, brushing against your deepest pleasure points. The heat was rising exponentially, drawing the knot in your belly tighter and tighter with each thrust. Gepard’s lips met the back of your ear, gently pressing kisses to the side of your head. As your cries intensified, you buried your face in the closest pillow you could reach, desperate to muffle the throes of your passion.

But Gepard didn’t like the way you tried to hide, and he was quick to swipe the pillow from your hold. He pulled out in the process, and you whined at the sudden loss of contact. The heat from your core dissipated once again, and your orgasm fizzled out of reach a second time. Before you could make your disdain known, his hands gripped your hips to turn you around onto your back.

At your gasp of surprise, his hands met your knees, pushing your thighs up against your chest. He buried himself back in your core, and the roughness of his actions made you wail into your palm. Gepard lowered himself to your face, prying your hand away with his own to clash his lips against yours. You reciprocated the kiss, interlocking your fingers with his. He swiped his tongue against your lower lip, to which you opened your mouth, your tongue meeting his.

When he pulled back, your lips chased his, breaking the delicate string of saliva between you. Your chest heaved as you tried to regain your breath, tiny tears dotting your vision. You felt like you were melting in his hold, the heat of the moment escalating far beyond your limits. Your sighs were like music to Gepard’s ears as he made love to you, consummating your marriage a second time.

The hand from your thigh moved down to your abdomen, pressing into the skin to feel the way he moved inside of you. He gripped your hand tighter, slightly increasing the pace to chase his orgasm. His cock glided effortlessly, bruising your deepest parts as you sang him praise. The pressure rose even higher in your core, building on your previously denied release.

Amidst his passion, Gepard managed to grunt out a quiet “Where do you want it?” ghosting his lips along the side of your face. You managed to compose yourself just enough to answer, barely squeaking out “Inside,” before another moan tore itself from your throat. Gepard’s hands came to rest on your thighs again, burying himself impossibly deep in your core.

The sensation of his load warming you from within sent you over the edge as well, whispers of his name escaping your lips as your nails dug into his arm. Sparks of electrifying bliss enveloped your body, walls clenching around his cock. Gepard rode out his high, gently grinding his hips against yours. His lips met yours again, this time kissing you much softer than before.

When he pulled away, some of his cum dripped from your core. You finally released your iron grip on his hand, sitting up to meet him at eye-level. “Why don’t we go get cleaned up,” you asked, your hand cupping the side of his face. Gepard hummed in approval, turning his head to place a kiss on your palm.

“I think a bath would do,” he spoke, pulling you off the bed and into his arms. Though you weren’t really sure how much cleaning you’d actually get done. All in all, any time you got to spend with your beloved husband was a win in your books.

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seiueina · 11 months

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IN THIS TOGETHER | ITOSHI RIN*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ; 715wc

episode 3: "Mommy...where do babies come from?"

synopsis: during family dinner, jiro has some questions coming back home from preschool. which leads into some tough situations to pull out of…

warnings: suggestive at end + baby making talk + kids being kids at preschool + family life

“Momma, where do babies come from?” Jiro asks with a mouth full of rice, wiggling in his seat. You, middle of taking a bite of your freshly cooked curry and rice, almost choke. You were expecting this question. But not so soon. You thought it was your saving grace when Rin walked through the door, throwing his soccer bag down and quickly joining you two at the table.

“Maybe Daddy can explain to you, baby.” You say as you get up to refill your cup of coke. “What did you ask Mommy?” Rin asks as he grabs a spoon and grabs a spoon full of curry and rice. “Well see. Taiki said his momma is pregnant and- and I ask Ms.Kim what dat mean…and she said Taiki’s mommy is having a baby! ” Jiro further adds more context to what his day at preschool was like. Rin chuckled.

“So Papa, where baby comes from!?” Jiro exclaims almost impatiently, he was wanting an answer and wouldn’t stop anytime soon. “The same way you were born,” Rin states receiving a crooked eyebrow look from Jiro.

“But momma said I came from her!” Jiro argues with Rin and by then you returned to the dining table. “Momma, Daddy is not tellin’ me!” Jiro complains as you get yourself situated back into your assigned dining seat.

You look over at Rin, then at Jiro, back to Rin. Rin had a sly look on his face and you rolled your eyes before returning the attention to Jiro. “In simplest form. You see, papa and Mommy are married. Two married people then decide to have a baby, then one magical night…in this case-” Before you continue, you shakily glance over to Rin, who seems to be enjoying your way of informing where babies come from.

“In this case…mommy could become pregnant or not! It is a chance of having a baby or not!” You complete your sentence before shoving your food into your mouth. Jiro thinks to himself before eating another bite of his curry and rice. “Oh. Can momma and daddy have a magical night so Jiro can be a big brother? Taiki is a big brother and he always has cool stories!”

“Maybe if you beg momma enough she will give you a baby sibling.” Your husband looks at you with a cheeky smile before shoving his face with food and then downing it with water. “Momma please!” You sigh at your son begging for you to magically one night become pregnant with another baby, you manage to quickly change the topic with strawberry ice cream for dessert and Jiro had forgotten about the conversation the three of you were having before strawberry ice cream.

“Is Jiro sound asleep?” You ask as you unmake your made bed, slipping under the covers before grabbing the book that’s placed on your bedside. “Sleeping like how I am after practice.” Rin chuckles as he slips into the covers on his side. He slides closer to you and lays pepper kisses on your arm.

“Y’know, it seems like a magical night tonight..” Rin says and it takes you a few seconds to understand what he meant, once you understood you snorted before dismissing him. “Oh does it now?” You ask raising an eyebrow and scanning your husband’s face that was barely noticeable with your one bedside lamp on.

“Think about it, baby. Jiro is almost 5, and he finally is sleeping on his own…I am situated in my soccer team unlike when I was first being picked for the pro team…it’ll be different.” He tries his best to convince you and you take a second to think to yourself. “It doesn’t seem so bad…in a few years we are going to be in our 30s…” You speak slowly, thinking about it.

“Make me a dad of two?” He pleads before planting a kiss on your lips. “Agh, I’ve been convinced…I’ll make you a dad of two.” You say defeated, coming down to plant a kiss on his lips, he pulls you in more, closer, deeper. Extending the kiss into the beginning of a hot makeout session.

"Lock the door."

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strawnarrries · 1 year

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Dirty Book

Summary: Your husband catches you reading another dirty book and doesn't enjoy you getting turned on without him, so he takes matters into his own hands and makes you forget all about your book.

Requested: Nope but my box is always open!

POV: 2nd

Word Count: 4.4k

Warning(s): M/F receiving oral, unprotected sex

The sound of the water pellets hitting the shower floor echoed throughout the bathroom and floated into your bedroom, a perfect background noise for your reading session. It was around 9:30pm (21:30) and you were currently laying in bed, snuggled up under your cozy, white comforter, reading a romance thriller- a book your best friend had insisted you read. This book was all over tiktok recently so you were excited to see what the hype was all about. Plus, you loved a good spicy book.

After dinner, you had taken an everything shower. You washed your hair, and your body, exfoliated, and shaved everything, as well as doing a face mask and your skincare routine. You lit one of your favorite candles to make the room smell sweet before snuggling under the covers to read. You loved the vibe that you were living right now- freshly clean, soft skin against your silky sheets, nose filled with the perfect mix of scents from your candle - raspberry nectar, iris petals, and airy vanilla - while you were snuggled under your soft covers, reading your favorite genre of book.

Your husband, Niall, had walked into the room not even 5 minutes ago, but you were so engrossed in your book, you didn't even acknowledge him. He head straight for the bathroom and turned on the shower. He came out only a few minutes later and you couldn't help but let your eyes snap up to watch him once you noticed he was completely naked.

You would be lying if you said the words you were reading hadn't made your thighs squeeze shut and your heart rate increase as you pictured you and Niall instead of the two main characters. He walked towards the dresser that sat right in front of your bed, ruffling through one of the drawers for something. You were so distracted by him that you hadn't even cared to notice what he was doing. The way his back muscles flexed with every movement he made, the countless number of freckles against his skin that you loved to kiss, and his perky bum cheeks that you never resisted grabbing whenever the occasion arrived. The back of him was so pretty and you wished you had admired it more over the years.

He lifted his head and your eyes flicked up to his in the faint reflection of the large, black tv hanging above the dresser. You made eye contact with those pretty eyes and couldn't help the blush that arose on the apples of your cheeks. His head flicked around to check if you were actually looking at him and his lips turned into a smirk when he noticed he wasn't just seeing things.

"Quit droolin'," he teased.

You rolled your eyes with a soft grin on your lips before finding the place where you left off in your book, getting lost in the pages once again. He walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and you soon heard the glass door to the shower open and close, signaling that he had hopped in.

You weren't sure how long he was in there, but soon enough you heard the shower turn off and the only noise filling your ears was the words you read on the page. Niall had quickly dried off and done his basic skin care routine before walking back into your bedroom, not even bothering to put on any clothes. You hadn't acknowledged him, too engrossed in this spicy scene to want to look away even for a second.

He walked towards the end of the bed and climbed in between your legs, "'s dat one of yer dirty books?"

"Maybe," you grinned, peeking your eyes just over the brim of the pages to look at him.

He was fresh out of the shower, his hair still wet and his skin glowing from his skincare regimen. He didn't reply, he just pushed your shirt up to reveal your belly and rested his cheek against it, his damp hair cold against your warm skin. You continued to read your book and you felt his fingers play with the strings on your pajama pants.

"Don't like dat," he mumbled suddenly.

"Don't like what?"

"Don't like the fact dat yer gettin' turned on without me."

"'m not gettin' turned on," you replied, letting your book rest on your upper lip while peeking over it once again to look at him as he lifted his head to look at you.

"Oh really?"

"Mm mm," you shook your head.

"So if I took a quick peek, ya wouldn't be wet at all?"

"Nope," you hummed, popping the 'p' confidently.

He sat up and slipped his fingers past the band of both your pajama pants and your panties, tugging them down your legs. You obliged and lifted your hips to help him. Once he pulled them off each leg, he threw them carelessly onto the floor. You immediately closed your thighs, hiding your secret. He placed both palms on either one of your knees and urged you to open them for him, "Lemme see."

You didn't fight it, starting to feel more desperate for him to touch you by the second. You let your legs fall open, your stringy arousal now in full view for him. You watched his face transform as he admired you, a smug smirk curved onto his lips and his eyes slowly darkened with lust. His fingers immediately slipped through your folds, feeling and spreading your wetness.

"You fuckin' liar," he teased.

You hummed softly at his touch, your hips instinctively bucking up. He laid down on his belly and wrapped his right arm around your hips, now face to face with your throbbing center. You crossed your ankles around his shoulders, butterflies erupting in your stomach from excitement for what's to come. Using his left hand, he placed his callous fingers on your swollen clit, rubbing it back it forth.

You whimpered out his name softly, eyes fluttering shut. Your hips bucked up and he let his fingers move south, easily slipping a finger past your dripping entrance. He felt all around you, curling his finger up and finding that special spot just under where your clit was located. Focusing on that spot, he moved his finger in and out of you, hitting the spot with each thrust. You felt your orgasm slowly rising and the book getting looser in your hands, threatening to fall closed on the sheets beneath you.

Using his free hand, he spread you open for him before leaning down and wrapping his pink lips around your throbbing clit. You let out a pornographic moan, dropping the book onto the bed next to you, not even bothering to mark your page. Your hands immediately threaded through his dark, damp locks. He suckled on your bud, fingers moving in and out of you, hitting your spot with each thrust. You knew it wouldn't be long until you were arching your back and screaming his name.

No words were spoken between you two. He was desperate to get you off and you were desperate to get off. The only noises filling the room was your moans and the wet sounds of him working you towards your orgasm. He quickly slipped his fingers out of you, wrapping both hands around your hips and pulling you closer to him. His mouth watered at the sight of you soaking and swollen for him. He licked up your entire center before dipping the tip of his tongue into your entrance. He felt around your walls and your grip on his hair tightened.

Your arousal coated his tongue and he hummed against you, vibrations from his voice sending waves of pleasure up your spine. He pulled his tongue out of you and flicked the tip back and forth against your clit, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. With his free hand, he reached up under your shirt and grabbed onto your right breast, squeezing and kneading it. You quickly grabbed onto the hem of your top and pulled it up over your head, throwing it across the room and exposing yourself to him.

Keeping yourself sat up slightly, you rested your elbows on the sheets under you, supporting your body up so you could watch him. He glanced up at you and you made eye contact with those pretty blue eyes, an open-mouthed grin quickly growing on his lips. His hair was sticking up in every direction from your previous tugging and the scruff that perfectly lined his jaw tickled your skin. His calloused fingers were tweaking your nipple and your thighs were loosely wrapped around his head as he lapped at your clit, sliding the tip of his tongue all around it as he felt it throb against him. It was a scene you never wanted to forget. Just the sight of him could send you into a frenzy.

"Ya like dat?"

"Niall, oh my god," you whimpered, letting your head fall back onto your shoulders.

He chuckled against you, his breath warm against your burning skin. Grabbing onto your hips with both hands to keep you in place, he wrapped his lips around your clit once more and began to suck with the perfect pressure he's learned you love. You bucked your hips up into him, lifting your head to watch him again. This time, all you could see was a mess of brown hair between your thighs, causing your abdomen to clench.

Your moans got more frequent the closer you got to your orgasm and you both knew it would only be a few short seconds before you are thrown off the edge. You let your body relax on the bed again, your fingers immediately tangling through his locks and pushing him impossibly closer to you.

"Gonna cum?" he mumbled against you.

"Mhm," you whined, your face contorted with pleasure as you focused on your orgasm quickly approaching.

He used his left hand and stuck his middle finger and his ring finger past your opening, thrusting it back and forth, doing everything in his power to unravel that knot in the pit of your stomach. With his fingers hitting all your sweet spots and his mouth suckling your clit, your orgasm took over your entire body.

Pleasure filled every one of your senses, pulling you out of reality and putting you into your own universe. You never wanted this feeling to stop. Your back was arching off the bed, your toes were curling against his shoulders, your thighs were trembling against his head, your grip on his hair was tightening, and moans were continually spilling from your lips. He felt your warmth coat his digits and he slowed down his thrusts to milk out your orgasm. Soon enough your body relaxed into the soft sheets beneath you, your moans being taken over by heavy pants.

He licked you clean before slipping his fingers out and climbing up the bed to hover over you. He hovered his fingers in front of your lips and you opened your mouth, taking them in and tasting your release. You let your tongue slide in between his two fingers and bobbed your head once, twice, to give him a preview of what was to come. His eyes were locked on your plump lips wrapped around him, jaw opened as a groan escaped his throat.

"God, you're so hot," he hummed.

You giggled and he slipped his fingers out of your mouth, pressing both hands on the bed next to either side of your head to support his weight. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. They moved in sync, his tongue slipping out and asserting his dominance. You love that tongue, obviously, but especially when he kissed you. He did it so well and so gracefully, it was so sexy.

"I love you," you whispered against his lips

"I love ya too," he hummed back.

After catching your breath from your release, you finally gained back the energy to return the favor. You pushed him onto his back on his side of the bed next to you, getting ready to straddle him before hearing him grunt, "Ow."

He reached under his back and pulled your book out from underneath him, handing it to you with a facial expression to show you he wasn't impressed.

"Don't crush it!" you exclaimed, grabbing it from him and making sure the pages weren't bent before placing it on your bedside table.

He rolled his eyes teasingly and you straddled his lap, sitting perfectly so his hard member was in between your folds. He wrapped his hands on either side of your hips and you pressed your hands against his toned chest. You began to grind your hips back and forth on him, soaking him with your growing wetness.

Your hands slid up to cup his jaw as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, kissing him passionately. Your hips were still mindlessly moving against him, the friction between you two sending light waves of pleasure across you.

"I wanna taste you," you hummed against his lips.

"Go for it, baby. Ya know I won't stop ya," he chuckled.

You grinned at him and pressed a few more kisses to his sweet lips before they trailed down to his jaw, his neck, his chest, and down down down until you were sat on your knees between his legs. You wrapped your hand around his already hard length and began to pump him in preparation. His swollen, red tip peaked out underneath his foreskin with each down stroke, precum oozing from his slit.

You pressed a sweet kiss to his tip before wrapping your lips around him, suckling gently. He lifted his head up to watch you as you came off of him with a soft pop and leaned down to the base of his shaft. You licked up the underside of him like a melting popsicle before taking him into your mouth, palm wrapped around what you could not fit in. Reaching down, he entangled his fingers through your long, brunette locks, pulling your hair into a ponytail and holding it out of your face. You began to bop your head up and down and you heard a groan leave his lips and his head falling back against the pillow underneath him.

He smelled and tasted so good. Being fresh out of the shower, the manly scent of his body wash filled your nose and the salty taste of his precum mixed with your previous arousal swarmed your taste buds. You hummed against him, acknowledging that he wasn't the only one enjoying this. You loved making him feel good. Being able to watch his stomach clench and his face twist with pleasure lit a fire in your abdomen. You were the one making him feel so good and you were the only one making him feel that good.

Flattening your tongue, you began to lick up the underside of him again. Your mouth watered for him, you were practically drooling over him; he was soaked, drenched in your saliva, but that's exactly how he liked it.

Paying attention to his tip, you began to swirl your tongue on the underside of him, your palm quickly pumping his shaft. He lifted his head up to watch you again, the sight of you on your knees for him being one of his favorite things to watch. Feeling his stare, you flicked your eyes up to his and came in contact with his usual blue ones darkened by lust. His jaw was lax and formed in an 'o' shape, his eyebrows were furrowed together, his stomach clenched each time your tongue drew a full circle around him, and a thin layer of sweat glistening his skin. You couldn't help the smile that erupted on your lips at the euphoric look of him, your tongue never stopping its movements around his tip.

Breaking eye contact, you wrapped your lips around him again and took him in. You moved your head up and down at a quick pace, feeling his grip on your hair tightening. You placed both hands on either one of his thighs and gripped him for stability as you relaxed your throat and took him deeper. The course patch of curls lining his pelvis tickled the tip of your nose each time you took him in and the moans that left his lips were like music to your ears.

"Fuck, Y/N, yer so fuckin' good at dis," he moaned and his words went straight to your center, your wetness growing.

After feeling your jaw begin to get sore, you wrap your lips around his tip, suckling it while your dominant hand pumped him at the pace you knew he loved. Your other hand went to cup his balls, massaging them ever so gently. You were doing everything in your power to get him to his orgasm. By the twitch of him in your mouth and the growing sounds of his moans, you knew it would only be seconds until he was pushing you away. And you weren't wrong.

"Mm, fuck, okay, okay, okay," he whimpered painfully since he wanted to cum, but he knew if he did, he wouldn't get hard again quick enough to be inside of you, "Wanna be in ya."

You licked your lips as you straddled his waist again, cupping his face and leaning down to kiss him. Your kisses were sloppy and desperate, moving in sync with each other. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, biting it gently and pulling it back before letting it snap back into place. You sat back up and were about to reach down to position him at your entrance before he stopped you.

"Hang on," he breathed out, "'m gonna cum immediately if 'm in ya right now."

"You're too easy," you grinned at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing kisses on each freckle that lined his skin.

As you gave him a few minutes to cool down, you moved your lips back up to his. They moved leisurely against each other, your tongues entangling and causing the taste of each other to overwhelm your senses. Your painted fingernails ran through his damp hair while his bitten ones ran up and down your back slowly; a much slower and sweeter moment than earlier when everything was sexier and faster-paced. It wasn't long before he deepened your kisses once more, picking up from where you had left off.

"You ready?" you asked excitedly.

"Mhm," he nodded.

You sat up on your knees and positioned him at your entrance. You wasted no time before you slid down on him, taking all of him in until you were sat on his lap again. After watching him disappear inside of you, you looked up at him, both of your jaws slack. Giving yourself a few seconds to adjust to him, you purposefully squeezed your walls around him and watched as a groan left his lips and face contorted with pleasure.

You began grinding against him, the curls lining his pelvis stimulating your clit with each thrust. Hovering over him, you let both of your elbows rest on either side of his head. He placed his hands on your hips and helped you rock back and forth as you watched each other react to the euphoria that came with your bodies connecting. You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled down at him.

"You feel so good," you whispered, lips slightly brushing up against his with each thrust.

"Ya do too, baby. Don't t'ink I'll last long with ya lookin' like dis on top of me," he replied, one hand sliding up your body and cupping your breast.

You chuckled breathlessly and pressed your lips against his. Your lips moved in sync with his, tongues slipping out and caressing each other. You gently nibbled on his bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth before sitting back up. Placing both hands on his chest again, you began to move your hips faster against his, slightly bouncing on him.

The knot in the pit of your stomach began tightening as the feeling of his girth filled you completely and sent pleasure throughout your body. You could feel every vein, every ridge, every inch of him against your slick walls. His tip brushed up against your special spot with each thrust and you couldn't stop your teeth from sinking into your bottom lip.

You looked down between your connecting bodies and watched as his member disappeared and appeared. He was completely coated, glittering with your arousal. His fingernails were carving crescent-shaped moons into the skin of your thighs, sure to be deep enough for you to find tomorrow morning. Your breasts bounced with each thrust of your hips and Niall was in complete awe as he watched you above him. His gorgeous wife, completely naked above him, moving back and forth against his throbbing member, soft whimpers occasionally leaving her pretty lips, it was something he never ever wanted to forget.

Your thrusts began to get sloppy as you felt your thighs begin to burn in overuse. Soon enough the burn overpowered the pleasure. You stopped your thrusts and sat completely on him in a huff, "Can you spoon me?"

"Yeah, c'mere," he answered.

You climbed off of him, feeling unsatisfyingly empty as he slipped out of you. You lay on your side next to him while he lay on his. His back was pressed to yours and you lifted your left leg over his leg to give him easy access. He immediately grabbed onto his throbbing member and slipped it inside of you. Wasting no time at all, his pace was fast and hard. His arms were wrapped around you tightly as your body moved with each slap of his hips against yours.

His right arm was laying straight, his bicep acting as a pillow for your head. Using your right arm, you reached out and grabbed onto his hand, intertwining your fingers and squeezing him tightly as you moaned out his name, "Oh, Niall."

"Ya feel me deep, baby?" he asked, using his right hand to press on your lower stomach, feeling the repetitive movements of him sliding in and out of you.

Unable to form coherent words at this point, you moaned in response, your toes curling against his ankle. The pressure from his hand against your abdomen intensified your pleasure. Your orgasm was quickly rising again, your stomach clenching each time he thrust against your sweet spots.

Using the hand placed on your stomach, he wrapped his palm around your neck, sliding it up to cup your jaw and moving it towards him. You moaned as his lips connected with yours, opened-mouthed kisses shared between you two. He swallowed your moans, the vibrations sending goosebumps to arise on his skin. Your kisses were sloppy and desperate as you both chased your orgasms, straining for a release.

"I love ya," he grunted against your lips.

You replied in a delighted, breathy hum, "I love you too."

Sliding his hand down from your jaw, he cupped your left breast in his palm, kneading it as his thrusts sped up. He pinched your nipple between his index finger and thumb, twisting it, causing a whimper to leave your lips. Your walls mindlessly began squeezing around him, silently signaling him that you were close. You were so close.

"Gonna cum? Need ya t' finish first," he grunted in your ear.

"Mhm, touch me," you whimpered, grabbing onto the hand that was kneading your left breast and moving it to your throbbing center.

His calloused fingers quickly moved back and forth across your throbbing clit. The pleasure only heightened and you were bucking your hips into his hand, breath hitched in your throat. Your moans grew as your orgasm grew closer and you knew it would only be seconds before you were releasing on him.

"C'mon," he encouraged, "Know yer close. Lemme hear ya."

And just like that, the tight knot in your stomach unraveled and pleasure numbed your entire body from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. You didn't hold back your moans, you relaxed your throat and let him know just how good he made you feel. Your back was arched and your toes curled. His pace never slowed down as he carried you through your orgasm, your face scrunched up in pleasure. The feeling of your warmth engulfing him had him instantly releasing inside of you, coating your walls with his love for you. He buried his face into the back of your neck, your hair muffling his groans and the feeling of his warm breath fanned the back of your neck.

His thrusts slowed down as he milked out the last bits of your orgasms and soon, your moans were taken over by heavy breaths as you both came down from your highs. He gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek before getting up to retrieve a clean washcloth for you, a routine you both fell into once you got an IUD and stopped using condoms. You lay there with your eyes closed, feeling your heartbeat slow and your breath calm. You heard him turn the sink on and running water echoed throughout your bathroom. He soon turned it off and you heard his footsteps get closer to you.

Climbing on the bed again, he rolled you on your back and gently opened your legs. Still recovering from your powerful orgasm, you kept your eyes closed and he grinned at you, "Ya still wit' me, baby?"

"Mhm," you hummed delightfully, opening your eyes and looking at the beautiful man above you.

He wiped you clean with the damp washcloth, the lukewarm temperature of it against your burning skin giving you chills. After double checking you were all cleaned up and making sure none had dripped onto the bed, he walked back into the bathroom. He set the dirtied towel on the counter, planning to deal with it later before walking back into the room and falling onto the bed with a big grunt.

"Jesus," he breathed out in a chuckle, "I feel like I need t' take another shower after dat."

"Wanna take a bath?" you asked, looking over at him through your eyelashes.

"Sure," he replied quickly.

"Really?" you asked excitedly. Niall never wanted to take baths with you!

"Yeah, but only if ya add bubbles."

"I'll add as many bubbles as you want."

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their-little-writer · 25 days

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“tan u pease read to mes?”

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Stucky x little! Reader x big brother (Papa = Steve, dada = bucky, bubba = Petey)

(this is not proof read-)

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“Pleaseeeeee papa” you begged him, you have been trying to convince him and dada all day to let you and petey go to the library. A small sigh left his mouth as he finally caved in “Ok baby we can go, but you have to promise to eat all of your veggies tonight if we go” a big smile appeared across your face as you nodded your head “Ok!” you said as you ran back to the play room to where petey was playing with some Legos. “Papa said dat we can go to the library!” you said excitedly. Petey smiled as he quickly started to clean up “Is there any books chu might wants?” You helped him clean up as he thought about it “Mm i

dunno, maybe a new disney books” you said. Once you got them cleaned up petey grabbed you backpack which had a comfort stuffie, a paci, a figit toy, some snacks. He walked with you into the living room as he grabbed yours and his shoes, putting his on as your papa and dada walked out. “Are you guys almost ready?” Steve asked as bucky grabbed the keys and went to start the car. “Yeps just gotta get m shoes on” you said as you slipped them on. As you were about to run out to the car Steve stopped you “Not so fast sweetheart, your shoes are untied” he said as you looked down “ Dont worry i got it!” petey said as he went over to you helping you tie your shoe. “tank you bubba” you said giving him a hug. He smiled hugging you back, then the three of you made you way to the car.

About 30 minutes later the four of you arrived, Buckey helped you out of your seat while Steve got petey out. All of you held hands as you walked through the parking lot and into the front of the book store “Ok kiddos you know the rules, no leaving the kid section and if anybody is mean to you, you come and get up immediately, ok?” Buckey said as you and petey nodded your heads. “Ok kiddos, me and papa will be at the desk, if you need anything let us know and make sure the two of you stay together at all times” he said.

Once he got done giving his speech petey grabbed your hand and walked over to the kid's section starting to look around the books with you. You spotted a book with a puppy on it and went on your tip toes to get it, slightly struggling. Petey looked over at you to see that you needed help and walked over getting the book down for you. “tank yous” you said as you held the book in your hands, walking over to the little reading corner that had bean bags and tables to sit at. You went and sat in the bean bag chair, opening your book and looking through the pages and gently moving your fingers on the pictures. You looked at petey who was looking at a book about sharks and got up and walked over to him “Hey bubba, tan u pease read to mes” you asked carefully holding up the book.

“Of course, buggy” he said as he put down the book and then walked back with you in the corner, sitting down in the bean bag chair beside you, putting your head on his shoulder and then he finally started to read. As petey started to read you felt your eyes feel slightly heavy, but not wanting to take a nap you tried to force yourself to stay awake. Petey noticed u starting to fall asleep, so he tried his best to grab a book from the shelf beside him without waking you up. Once he had the other book in his lap, he continued to read the book you gave him as your eyes soon fell shut, he put your book off to the side carefully.

About 10 minutes later Steve and bucky go in to check on the two of you, soon being met with a sight that filled adoration. The two of them walked over to y'all “How ya doin there kiddo?” Steve asked with a soft voice. Petey gave him a thumbs-up as he didnt want to take any chances of waking you up. “Thats good bud, but i think its time to head home now” Steve said as bucky walked over to you carefully picking you up trying not to wake up and quietly walked to the car while steve helped peter put the books away and then headed out the door.

The rest of the night went smoothly, with you taking a nap and having pizza for dinner and even papa and dada letting you stay up a little later due to petey staying the night. You spent that time watching walle and being curled up on peteys lap as he play with your hair and holding a stuffie close to you, happy to be with your caregivers and the best sibby you could ever ask for. ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧

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lazerdash · 3 months

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Harry Potter

Headcanons

photos from Pinterest - collage made by LazerDash

Summary: Spending time with the HP characters!

Word Count: 880

Warning: fluff, wholesome, cedric being a hopeless romantic, cuddles, kisses, hand holding, draco being draco.

A/N: I love the idea of how each of these characters act and just wanted to give my shot into making them! I hope ya'll like it.

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Harry:

• he will hang out with you anywhere to be honest

• you want to go to hogsmeade? He'll pay for whatever you want (boy is rich, don't forget that)

• he'll hold your hand the entire time to hogsmeade

• or he'll have a hand on on your waist/hip

• don't wanna go to hogsmeade?

• that's okay too!!

• he'll take you back to his dorm and hold you

• honestly he probably uses you as an excuse to not study or do his work sometimes

•though he will deny it if you ever bring it up

• he just wants to spend time with you! what's so wrong with that? right...?

• he might even let you try his glasses on if you ask lol

• he loves to make you laugh

• the jokes between you two is so wholesome as well

• he'll get all blushy if you call him cute too

• and deny it ofc and call you cute instead

Hermione:

• you + her = library

• just kidding... Well, not entirely.

• she definitely would love to show you her favorite books! (if you two have the free-time)

• she loves to read to you.

• and if the two- you weren't caught up on school work, she'd be there to help you.

•maybe she'll even cut you some slack if you haven't been feeling well lately.

• Besides that, you two might go hangout at Hogsmeade (she likes the three broom sticks)

• again, whenever she is free... she can't have her grades- or yours! Being interfered with.

• she may love you, but she also wants to make sure both of your education is well taken care of.

• she'll want to share all of her favorite places with you, that includes the library.

• it makes her happy that she can trust you can take you to those private locations

• once she trusts you enough she will take you to all of her favorite locations when she was a kid

• she may even make it a whole special day planned out for the two of you

Draco:

• this lil shit-

• he will presist for the longest time that he doesn't want to spend time with you

• for you to get him to hang out with you, you have to make him think it is your idea-

• and plead with him.

• "reluctantly" he will agree...

• be aware he will totally be complaining the whole time

• don't worry, he'll shut his mouth once you hold his hand

• he doesn't want to admit it but he secretly likes it (shhhh-)

• if you take him to the three broom sticks he will complain at first

• since he is so use to having some "actual" food

• he WILL be the one paying for the two of you though (so that's a plus)

• if you even suggest going anywhere near the forbidden forest-

• he will refuse

• he can't go be getting himself dirty.

• plus he has some bad memories associated with the forbidden forest (and dat bloody chicken!)

• so no Hagrid's hut or forbidden forest.

• if you two are looking for some more quiet time he will take you back to his dorm room where you two can just hold eachother.

• he doesn't want anyone to see you two in public or even to see him being so lovey dovey in front of others

Cedric:

• Loves holding your hand

• kissing your cheeks, head, hand

• he is a huge romantic!

• if you like more private locations then he'll cuddle you in his dorm room (he'll even sneak you in some food if you're hungry)

• but if you enjoy more outdoors or just wanna be social!

• He will take you to the three broom sticks (he will not let you pay)

• he will also take you to honeydukes! if you like sweets, he will be getting your favorites

• he will make this a whole day planned just for the two of you

• wether it is because the stress of school has been weighing on your shoulders

• or just because the two of you haven't had some time together lately

• he might even introduce you to his friends some time

• just so you two can hang out together more often and be apart of the same friend groups

Luna:

• You guys would totally be hanging out on the edge of the forbidden forest (or in it)

• basking in the sunlight and hanging out with the theastrals

• if you can't see the theastrals then she will tell you all about them.

• she might even take you to some other magical creature that you can see

• i swear all of these magical creatures just automatically love her (does that also make us a magical creature?)

• if you guys happen to be not be in the forbidden forest, you'll be hanging out next to the black lake

• sitting together as you talk about how your days have been

• if it is a special day or you guys just don't wanna hang outside

• she'll hangout with you inside the castle! she'll even point out the nargles floating around in people's ears

• not yours though (you're too pure to have nargles, I guess?)

• though, she prefers nature and the creatures

• if you two get hungry in sometime between then you guys will go sneak some food

• or you could just head to hogsmeade and grab something to eat there

• she also likes to hold your hand and walk beside you!

• and don't be afraid to tell her she is cute!! she'll thank you

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sanzuballs · 1 year

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theyre the type tooo… || part 2!

ft. monster trio + law

hello babygirls. i love doing hcs and u guys KNOW u love it so YEAHH. i just got done w all one piece dubbed episodes and im thinking abt rewatching one piece like a loser smh. mostly fluffy ☺️

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zoro would be the type of guy just to literally act nonchalant but he cant keep the cool guy act up.

“isnt this outfit just so cute?!” you chirped at him. it wasnt your usual outfit, it was much more revealing.

“mhm.” he said, barely looking over his shoulder then quickly going back to what he was doing.

then when you guys went out he would not shut up.

“arent you cold?” he’d ask. “take my jacket.” he’d demand. “i swear those guys were staring at you, hard.” he swore. he almost diced up a guy that he ASSUMED to cat called you.

not the type to call you “woman” and be a sex god that wants to do anal.

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sanji would be the type of guy to give you a nice massage.

“are you okay my sweet?” his head popped up when you let out a long sigh. “cmere.”

“im okay, just tense.” you gave him a weak smile.

“get on your stomach, let me help you.” he demanded you do it. “let me put some of my strength to use.”

after he drew hearts on your back and massaged it until you fell asleep, he gave you a kiss on the forehead and tucked you in and you two cuddled. that was probably the best nights’ sleep youve had in years.

not the type to sexually harrass you every single second and make you insecure.

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luffy would be the type of guy to suck at aftercare until…. yikes btw if ur man dont do aftercare, leave dat hoe

“okay, y/n. that was good, huh? well that took alot of energy i need some meat!!” luffy put his hands on his hips and started out.

“luffy.. please..” you mummered out, for gods sake you were definitely fucked out, luffy never goes easy on you.

“hm? ya’ say something?” he turns around and meets with your teary eyes. “y/n?! whats wrong, you hurt??”

“no, i just want you to stay with me after we’ve been intimate, its called aftercare.” luffys expression softens into a sad one. he hates how he was the source of your discomfort. from then on, he never left your side after sex, even if he was starving.

no offense yall but luffy is not the type of man to share you with zoro and sanji like willingly.

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law is the type of guy to want you on his lap so bad but never would admit it.

“law, ya’ busy?” you poke your head into his office, finding him sitting and studying a book.

“no, need anything?” he glances over to you.

“just wanna sit and spent time with you.” you shrug as you sit on a small desk next to his stacks of medical books.

“well okay, how about you sit somewhere else?” he perks up a eyebrow.

“law, where?” you were starting to get really confused with his actions. “ooohhh i get it, you want me on your lap, huh?” you finally noticed it, the way he made room for you to sit on his lap, the way his chair was pushed back, his book going to one hand, and the manspread he did.

“what?? no, i just didnt want you… knocking down… the-“ his stupid angry stammering was cut off by you sitting on his lap.

you felt his arm wrap around you as you snuggled into the crook of his neck.

“yeah, that hits the spot.” he gives you a kiss on the back of your neck.

would not be a completely different big huge cutie softie for u. sry. hes law.

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jannythewriter-pt2 · 7 months

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Collage Feels

Puerto Rican! Connie X Black fem reader

You were the new student in collage, and everyone knew this. It was the first day of the second semester and you were nervous as hell to say the least. Your mother and father had helped you move in a couple hours prior to arriving to the dorm, now you had to get your books but did you want to do that right now, no. You didn’t know anybody either, so that was another factor that you would deal with later, but for now you were focused on getting your books and getting the hell back to your dorm room. On the way there you saw a group of boys and lawddd they was fine. You noticed there was a boy with a buz cut, neck tats, and hand tats and babbyyy it was over cause this man had no reason to be this fine. But you pretended to not notice how they were looking at you. (The fit was a brown essentials hoodie, white sweatpants, and mochas, and yes dat ass is FAT). You go to the front desk and get my books, and on my way back you see a black haired girl and she’s looks like such a bad bitch. You didn’t know that she noticed you but it seems that she did, then she approached you. Mikasa’s POV: I’m walking to the front desk to get my schedule for this year and on my way there I see the same girl that walked past me and she was bad asf, I gotta talk to this girl. (Back to reader POV) The girl that I was looking at ask me a question. She asked me “are you new here?” You said “yeh I just got here, my old collage was ghetto ash so I decided to transfer, I noticed you and your friends when I was walking up the first time and girl your so fucking pretty,” you said. She then said “girl stop your bad asf, and that ass fat too” we both laughed then she said that there would be a party later that night “I don’t know I’m not really the party type of girl yk, I kinda like to stay out the way” Mikasa frowned and said “pleasee there’s gonna be hot boys there….and I saw the way you glanced at Connie.” she smirked “no you did not, plus who is connie? She smirked again “the one with the buzz cut and he’s tatted tf up” you come to the realization on who she’s talking about “oh shit, girl he’s so fine but he looks like a player” Mikasa corrects me and says “ik he looks like a player but he really has his pride and morals, he doesn’t t sleep around surprisingly, he has to really like you” I’m relieved “but nvm that girl, you coming to the party?” I sigh “I’ll go but I’m not getting fancy” Mikasa squealed happily “YUHHH WE FINNA GET LIT” we both laughed.

Y’all this is my first fic so I hope it’s good ILY 💃🏾💃🏾

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babyhatesreality · 8 months

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What if only ONE cookie is left (no others are in the house) who would she share the cookie with?

With her daddy’s? Or even others? 🥺🍪

What do you think?✨

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA Okay so I should be going in order and writing my other WIPs but....this is just too funny in my mind and this whole thing burst to life the second I read this prompt. @laurellaa i freaking adore you.

But I NEED it

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader featuring Bucky

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, pouty baby, stern daddies, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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"DADDY!"

Bucky's head jerked around at the sound of your call. He knew you well enough to know that you just wanted his attention. You weren't in any danger. He put his book down and trotted to the kitchen to find you standing on your little step stool behind the kitchen island, looking at him expectantly, while keeping one hand behind your back.

"Hey munchkin," he greeted you with a smile. "What's up?"

"I need to borrow your knife, please."

Well. He didn't see that coming. "First off, no. Second off-"

"But I need it!"

"Absolutely not. Little girls don't play with knives."

"I not gonna play with it."

"Then what do you think you need it for?"

"Dis," you said simply, bringing your hand from around your back. On your palm lay a lone chocolate chip cookie. The look on your face gave Bucky absolutely no indication as to...anything that you might be thinking.

"That's a cookie, kiddo, you don't need a knife. Just eat it."

"No, I can't!"

"That's a first. Why not?"

"Because I wanna share it with you and Papa!"

"Aw, that's very sweet, baby. Is that your cookie from lunch?"

"Yes."

"Then you can eat the whole thing by yourself. I already told you that's okay, baby."

"But it's da last cookie before we make more and I wanna share it!" you said, stomping your foot. Bucky really tried to hold back his chuckle- your adorable consternation at wanting to share combined with the foot stomp was too cute. But even as he snickered- just the tiniest bit- he knew he needed to nip this in the bud.

"No stomping your feet, baby," he scolded gently, knowing that you were truly coming from a good place. "You know better. Use your words and tell me what's wrong, please."

You felt your face warm a bit at the mild scolding. You took a deep breath like Papa taught you when you were mad and blew it out slowly. Bucky smiled, so proud of you. When you felt better, you looked back up at him.

"I wanna share my cookie please. Is important to me. Please?"

Bucky's grin nearly cracked his face in two. "You are the sweetest sugar in the whole wide world, doll, you know that?" he said, coming around to your side of the island and picking you up, giving you a big kiss on the cheek. "Okay. We can share the cookie if you really want to."

"Tank you Daddy! Knife please!"

Not this again. "Baby, you don't need a knife to share. We can just break it apart."

You looked absolutely horrified. "NO! What if it doesn't break right? And da parts is all wrong?! We NEED a knife to make it da same, okay? So can I have your knife, PLEASE?"

"Puppy, you are way too little to be playing with knives. I told you this already."

"I not playing!"

"Okay, fair, but you're too little to even touch them. It's not gonna happen, kiddo."

"But....but...." Your eyes filled with tears. And Bucky couldn't handle that.

"Okay, hang on," he said abruptly. "What if....what if I cut it for you? Would that be okay?"

Your tear-filled eyes suddenly turned pensive. You twisted your lips to the side as you thought hard about his proposal. "But I wanna help please," you said tentatively.

"You can supervise."

"What's dat?"

"Means you can tell me what to do, but you don't actually do the work yourself."

"Oh, like you say Unca Tony does!"

"Exactly. Sound good?"

"Does I gotta wear a Iron Man helmet?"

"Not unless you want to."

"Can I has my shield?!!"

"Sure."

"OTAY!!" you squealed in delight, then hopped down off the step stool and raced away to your playroom. You brought back the mini Captain America shield that Tony had made for you last Christmas and held it in front of you bravely. "Otay, NOW you can use your knife for the cookie please."

Bucky decided that he should probably use a kitchen knife instead of one of his combat ones, so he quickly pulled a knife from the butcher block that they kept far out of your reach. "I think we're going to need a cutting board, baby..."

"I can do it!!" you shrieked in joy. You liked the idea of being supervisor but you liked helping way better. Before Bucky could stop you, you yanked open the kitchen cupboard door to the cabinet where the cutting boards were. You reached in and pulled out the big green one too quickly, causing the other cutting boards and two sheet pans to come flying out in the process, making a terrific crash on the kitchen floor.

It was at this moment that Steve opened the front door, just in time to hear the chaos. Fighting his natural urge to jump headfirst into the battle zone, he listened for a second to make sure that Bucky was with you at the scene of the crime. When he heard his husband laugh, he sighed with a grin and began to take his shoes off.

Back in the kitchen, Bucky stepped aside as you heaved the green cutting board onto the counter with glee. "Nice job, munchkin," he praised, making you wiggle your butt joyfully. "You wanna clean up the other boards and pans?"

"We gotta do dis first, Daddy!"

"What's the magic word?"

"Please!!"

"Good job. Here we go."

Bucky carefully cut the cookie into three equal wedges, making sure to subtly angle his body so you could see but couldn't reach the knife in your raging curiosity. "There we go, all done!" he proclaimed, handing you a cookie wedge. You squealed and jumped for joy, cheering.

"Good job, Daddy! When's Papa home?"

"Right now," Steve said, coming around the corner to your sheer delight. You bunny hopped over to him and flung yourself into his arms.

"Papa, Daddy did a good job cuttin' da cookie and now we can SHARE!" you shrieked, beyond happy. Steve grinned at Bucky, who handed him a cookie wedge.

"Cheers," Bucky said with a grin, tapping his own wedge with yours and Steve's. As all three of you chowed down, Bucky turned behind your back and spun the knife mid-air before dropping it innocently into the sink. Steve's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline as Bucky chuckled cheekily at him. Steve just rolled his eyes and set you down.

"Well, now that that's over, how about you clean up the other cutting boards that you dragged out, baby?"

You shook your head. "Imma supervisor, Papa. I don't do da work," you proclaimed smugly, before skipping off to your playroom. The howls of laughter behind you made you giggle.

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alotofpockets · 11 days

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A piece of home | Kerstin Casparij x Dutch!Reader

Where you're studying in Manchester and find a piece of home in Kerstin.

(Dutch / -English translation-) & @totaly-obsessed thank you for proofreading!

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.2k

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As you settle in one of your favourite coffee shops, you put on your headphones and get your books and notes out of your bag. You had a big exam coming up, and you were planning on spending the morning here studying for it.

A soft tap on your shoulder is what interrupts your deep focus. You turn, and are met with the hopeful gaze of a girl. Adjusting one side of your noise-cancelling headphones you acknowledge her presence. “Hey, sorry to interrupt. I was wondering if I could sit here.” She points to the seat opposed to you. “The rest of the place is packed.” Glancing around, you realise for the first time how busy it had gotten since you had sat down about an hour ago.

“Sure, take a seat.” You smile softly at her, and move some of your books to the side. She places her coffee order on the table, “Thank you, and I promise I won’t distract you again.” You chuckle and shake your head, “You’re fine, don’t worry.”

With your headphones back on, you block out the noise in the shop again, and focus back on your notes. The girl in front of you had opened up her laptop, and was intensely watching the screen, and taking notes from time to time. A part of you wondered what you were doing, but she was just a stranger that wanted to sit down in the last empty seat in the coffee shop, and you were just the kind stranger that allowed her to. So, you push the thought to the back of your mind, and flip the page of your notebook to continue reading your notes.

The soft buzzing of your phone on the table is the next cause of your focus leaving your school work. Flipping the phone, you smiled at the name that popped up on your screen. Your little sister pulling a silly face covers your screen as you pick up the facetime call. “Hey kleintje.” -Hey little one.- You say with a big smile on your face, “Ik ben aan het leren in een café dus ik kan niet lang bellen, maar hoe was je training?” -I’m studying in a coffee shop, so I can’t call long, but how was your school?- Since you moved to Manchester to study abroad, you have called with her every single day. Your mom had been nervous to have another kid so long after she had you at eighteen. The age difference between you and your sister was twelve years, but she was your little best friend from day one. You listen to your sister tell you about her day, before you hang up the phone again, with the promise to call her for longer later that day.

You look up to find the girl in front of you looking at you. She blushes when she realises you caught her looking. “Sorry, ik probeerde niet te luisteren, maar het is goed om Nederlands te horen tussen al deze Engelse mensen.” -Sorry, i didn’t mean to listen, but it’s so good to hear Dutch amongst all these English people.- You hadn’t expected her to start talking in Dutch and were taken back slightly, before your smile grew. “Zeg dat wel, wat toevallig dat je nou net bij mij komt zitten” -You can say so, what a coincidence that you came to sit with me.- You laugh at the coincidence, before introducing yourselves to each other.

Your books and her laptop were long forgotten, as you got to know each other. Kerstin ordered the both of you another coffee, and a few croissants for lunch.

Over the next couple of months you found a piece of home in each other. You often found yourselves back at the coffee shop where you met, the shop where your love story began. It had become a part of your routine, you would study, and she would analyse matches. Having found out what she was doing on her laptop after all.

Kerstin was going to national team camp back in your home country, which was perfectly timed with your week off and week of online classes, so you headed back home with her with the plan to meet each other’s families for the first time.

While she had to meet her teammates for camp right away, you went home to your family. You opened the front door with your key, and not two seconds later your little sister jumped into your arms. “Je bent thuis!” -You’re home!- You hold her tight, “Ik heb jou ook gemist, kleintje." -I’ve missed you too little one.- It was nice being able to catch up with your sister, mom and stepdad a little before you would introduce them to your girlfriend.

After two days of training, Kerstin had a day off. You took the train and met her in Utrecht, where you spent some time together, before you headed off to meet her family first since she hadn’t seen them since she got here.

Her home felt warm, and comfortable from the moment you stepped inside and were welcomed by her parents and two brother’s with open arms. The nerves you had felt on the way here vanished instantly at how great they were. You got to know them over a home-cooked dinner, and a few boardgames after. When it was time to head to bed, you felt like you had known her family for years.

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After a lovely breakfast with her family, you made the trip back to your place. This time bringing Kerstin along. With your girlfriend’s hand in yours, you let her into your home. She was welcomed just as warmly into your family as she was into yours. It made you really happy, especially since she was the first girl you had ever brought home to meet them.

Kerstin’s bubbly personality was a perfect match for the ball of energy that was your sister. You were watching them interact with each other. Your mom noticed the loving look in your eyes and nudged you slightly, “Dat zet je aan het denken, hè?” -Makes you think, right?- Her comment brought a blush to your cheeks, and made the butterflies in your stomach spring into action.

With a match to play in Breda, Kerstin had invited your family to watch the match in the family and friend’s section. She has also asked your sister if she wanted to walk onto the field with her.

You were grateful for the fans that had filmed the interactions between Kerstin and your sister, and had posted them on TikTok. They were in your favourites folder, and you were watching them on repeat back in your apartment. You were so focussed on them, that you didn’t hear Kerstin walk up behind you and watch over your shoulder.

“Hoe vaak was dat?” -How many times was that?- You turn around instantly with widened eyes. Kerstin’s smirk grows when your face looks like you felt caught. “You’re cute. Ik hou van je.” -I love you- She places a soft kiss on your lips. “Ik hou ook van jou.” -I love you too.- She sits down beside you, and you cuddle into her side. “Klaar om je zusje te bellen?” -Ready to call your sister?-

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