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aestheticaltcow · 2 months

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Six Months

An attempt at some parenthood angst?

Similarly to the title, this fic has been in my WIP folder for a minute; it went through a handful of edits. I'd like to think this is good enough for y'all.

Carmy sat in the office staring at the paperwork Sugar needed his signature on; when he saw the date on his phone, it hit him—today marked six months. Six months of parenthood and six months of celibacy, to say Carmy was sexually frustrated, was an understatement. “Hey Carm, did you- are you okay?” Sugar asked when she caught him staring blankly at his phone. He didn’t respond until she put her hand on his shoulder. Her touch snapped him out of his trance. He looked at her before quickly apologizing, “Sorry, what were you sayin'?” Sugar grinned as she patted his shoulder, “You okay, Bear?”

Carmy nodded and straightened up in his desk chair, “Yea- just thinkin’ bout the baby.”

Carmy got home from work late. He quietly slipped his jacket off, and hung it on the coat rack before removing his shoes. Walking down the hallway, he slipped into the nursery, knowing the baby would be asleep. He found it impossible not to be happy in her room. The walls were decorated with vintage floral wallpaper you’d bought off Etsy, it may have been a pain in the ass to put up, but Carmy happily obliged when he saw how happy it had made you. He crept to his baby girl’s crib and felt the day's stress disappear. She was peacefully sleeping in a light pink sleep sack, furiously sucking away on her pacifier. “Sweet dreams, princess,” he whispered. “I love you.”

The joy of watching his daughter sleep faded away as he approached the askew door to the master bedroom the two of you shared. “I’m home, baby.” Carmy grinned as he walked toward the open closet door, “Hi, Carm.” you called from the bathroom. When he entered the bathroom, you were brushing your teeth. As the mix of salvia and toothpaste residue dripped from your mouth Carmy’s breath hitched- was this enough to get him goin’? He shook his head as he pulled his shirt off and threw it in the laundry hamper before turning on the shower.

“How was work, babe?” you asked before bringing a small cup of mouthwash to your lips. Carmy watched as you swished it around your mouth and spit it into the sink. “Carmy?” you asked again; he swallowed. “Yeah, uh, it was good. Busy,” he answered as you hopped up on the counter. You were desperate for adult interaction after being home with the baby all day.

“Mia, have a good day?” Carmy questioned. You nodded, “We did some laundry, then had mashed pears for lunch- she did. I had that leftover pasta sauce you made... Read a couple books and went on a walk... Then did her bedtime routine, and I worked on that stupid documentary I was telling you about.”

As you recounted your day, Carmy nodded, but he was staring at your chest, barely hearing what you said. You’d been wearing one of his old T-shirts. He noticed how prominent your nipples were under the soft, worn-in material. He was captivated by the fullness of your breasts, and he’d do just about anything to touch them again. “Carm, you okay?” you asked, hopping down from the counter; he nodded. “Wanna get in with me?” he asked cocking his head in the direction of the running shower. You giggled, “Maybe next time, bear.”

“Oh fuck-” Carmy grunted as he worked his hand up and down his length. He felt like a teenager again, masturbating in the shower before going to school. However, now, instead of imagining the unrealistic scenarios he’d see in pornos, he had memories of you. Carmy thought back to the last time you’d really touched him. Heavily pregnant, hormonal, begging for his tongue and his cock… he’d expected a shift in your sex life as the two of you adjusted to parenthood, but this long of a dry spell was the last thing he’d expected. Carmy squeezed his eyes closed as he came down the drain.

“Good morning, princess.” Carmy cooed as Mia squirmed in her crib, trying to get out of her sleep sack. She spat her pacifier out and let out a gruggle. “So it’s one of those mornings?” he chuckled as he unzipped her. He watched her stretch before carefully picking her up, “See, you’re okay.” he rocked her gently before exiting the nursery and heading downstairs.

You were making coffee and prepping a bottle for Mia as he entered the kitchen. “You’re off today, right?” Carmy nodded in response before handing you Mia. “You goin’ to work?” he questioned, as he got two mugs from the cabinet. You groaned in response, “Jenny called off, so I have to go in. I’ll be back before bedtime.”

“Well, looks like Mia and I are havin' some Daddy-Daughter time,” you smiled as Carmy gently kissed her head before going to get the milk from the fridge. When you’d met Carmy all those years ago at some trendy Chicago bar, you found him incredibly alluring. His disheveled curls, the mix of some musky cologne and cigarette smoke, the way his T-shirt wrapped around his muscular arms… he’d always been… sexy. But watching him interact with Mia was a different kind of attractive.

Carmy drummed his thumbs on the handlebar of the grocery cart. He scanned the shelf before him as Mia happily made her baby noises as she looked around the aisle. “Okay, princess… they don’t have almond extract. What kind of grocery store doesn’t have fuckin’ almond extract.” Mia put her hands out to Carmy, grabbing at the air. Carmy chuckled and ducked to kiss her cheek.

“Oh my gosh, she’s too precious.” a sickly, sweet feminine voice cooed from behind Carmy. He grinned when he turned his attention to her, “How old is she?” she asked. Carmy got a good look at the woman; she was pretty, but she wasn’t you. “Oh, uh, she’s six months,” he answered as the woman stepped closer. She smelled like cheap vanilla and a mix of flowery scents Carmy couldn’t place. Mia glared at the woman, and Carmy scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m Selena. I’m in this parenting group. You should stop by.” she smiled as she looked him up and down. The attention made Carmy regret not regularly wearing his wedding ring. “I’m not really the par-” Carmy started to say before Selena cut him off. “I’m not takin’ no as an answer. What’s your number?” she handed him her phone.

Carmy didn’t know why he gave her his number- could he blame it on feeling uncomfortable? Was that even the right thing to do? It’s not like he’d ever do anything with this woman. He’d never throw away his marriage to you by hooking up with some woman he met at the grocery store. The reality of Carmy's actions didn’t hit him until he was in the checkout line. He gave his phone number to another woman- was that cheating on you? Did doing that in front of his daughter make him a bad father? “Okay, your total is $63.82.” the cashier smiled. Carmy nodded and swiped his card. He needed to get out of there as quickly as possible so he wouldn’t run into Selena again.

It had been a couple of weeks since Carmy’s interaction at the grocery store. He’d noticed Selena’s text messages here and there. They seemed innocent until one Friday night, he was working late, you were home with the baby, and Selena had sent Carmy an explicit picture, hoping it would get his attention.

We’re both parents.

I’m not looking for anything serious, Carmy…

My son is at his Dad’s place

Come over <3

Carmy stared at the messages before his eyes went up to the attached photo. Selena had the hem of her T-shirt between her teeth, showing off her toned stomach. He swallowed as he admired the contrast between her skin and the brightly colored fabric of her lacy underwear. He should block her. He should just delete the messages and block her number. He had a wife and baby at home—he couldn’t make this kind of mistake. He locked his phone and shoved it in his pocket before returning to the kitchen cleanup, “Hey Carm, I can finish this up. Go home.” Sweeps grinned as he attempted to connect his phone to the Bluetooth speaker on the counter. Carmy grinned, “You sure, man?” Sweeps nodded assuringly. “I think I can handle this boss man.”

You heard Carmy walk into the bedroom that night, “Hey babe!” you called as you put your blowdryer in its designated spot by the sink. As the bathroom door swung open, Carmy’s lips were on yours. The initial shock wore off as Carmy’s tongue invaded your mouth, and his hands pushed under the hem of your sleep shorts to grasp at your ass cheeks. Carmy pulled you closer to him, forcing you onto your tip toes. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers delicately tangling in the roots of his hair. The passionate kiss ended when Carmy started to kiss down your jaw. A giggle escaped your mouth as his lips brushed against your earlobe before he nipped at your neck. “Carm-m what got into you?” you croaked as you adjusted your hips against his.

“I need you, baby,” he muttered, lifting you off the floor. You squealed as he crashed down onto your mattress. He hovered above your body, staring into your eyes. “I need to be inside you, baby.” he swallowed hard as you bit your lip. “Carmyyy,” you giggled as you watched him pull his t-shirt off. You ran a finger down his chest, making him moan softly.

“Let me make you feel good, baby…” Carmy whispered in your ear as one of his hands found its way into your oversized sleep shirt. Your breath hitched when you felt his calloused fingertips graze your ribs. " I-I—" you studdered nervously. “Baby…please.” Carmy quietly asked as his lips brushed against yours. “No.” you whispered as you grabbed his wrist through your shirt, “What?” Carmy questioned as he stood up abruptly, “Did I do something? We haven’t done anything in like six months- clearly I did something wrong. Just tell me so I can fix it!” Carmy raised his voice as his eyebrows knit together in frustration.

You propped yourself on your elbows and watched as he picked up his shirt from the floor, “Carmen, please don’t yell at me.” you said calmly. You watched as he rolled his eyes and paced before you, “Baby. I want to have sex with you. I need to have sex with you-” Carmy groaned as he pushed his hands over his face into his hair. Your eyes narrowed, “Carmen. I had a baby-”

“I KNOW! I fucking know! You had my baby, but now you don’t even want to fuckin’ shower with me! I get it- pregnancy was hard, and then giving birth was hard, and now being a mom is hard.” Carmy started staring at the ceiling while he expressed himself. He took a breath and turned to look at you; regret washed over him when he noticed you were on the verge of tears. “Baby, please don’t cry…” he pleaded as he knelt by the bed. He reached for your hand, but you pulled away before he could grab it, “Sorry, I don’t want to fuck you after taking care of your baby all day.” you spat. Carmy closed his eyes and took another breath trying to compose himself before saying something dumb, “How dare I fail to meet my wifely duties.” you angrily laughed as you stood up.

You crossed your arms over your chest and stared as Carmy got up. “Baby, I didn’t—" you cut Carmy off with a groan. “Shut up, Carmen. You don’t get to speak to me like that.”

Carmy sighed and stepped closer to you, as he reached out for your hips only for you to slap his hands away. “Don’t touch me.” you glared at him, “Fuck this.” Carmy muttered under his breath as he pulled his shirt back on over his head. “What do you mean ‘fuck this’?” you questioned as Carmy exited the bedroom, “I need air.” Carmy called back to you.

You moved to your bedroom window to see Carmy walking toward his car in the driveway. He got in and pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket.

Send me your address.

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 1 month

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Summary: You had been undercover on and off for a year and finally you made the arrest to get you back home to your husband. But your husband Marcus has other plans, finding you just before you could get into the interrogation room to show you just how much he missed you.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x fem. reader

Wordcount: 1.2k

Rating: E

Warnings: smut (unprotected sex), a little jealousy, established relationship, semi public sex, highly unprofessional behaviour lol, breeding kind, pregnancy secret

A/N: This won the vote to what unhinged smut do I write today. Din might be up tomorrow.

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„Such an obedient girl for me,“ Marcus hummed and you sighed and smiled, your head falling back, your eyes closing as he slowly fucked into you from behind.

„Just for you baby,“ you moaned quietly, your hands on the table he had bend you over not even three minutes ago, the only light in the room coming from the mirrored window in front of you, the man you had finally brought in sitting alone at the table, his hands cuffed, waiting for his interrogation to start while your husband fucked you in the soundproofed room behind the mirror.

An interrogation you would lead.

After Marcus had fucked his jealousy out of his system.

You had been undercover on and off for almost a year, something your husband understood and knew what it entailed.

It did not mean he particularly liked it.

He preferred not to have to see when a target you were undercover for got his hands all over his wife. His jaw twitching as he watched the live stream of the current mission from the security of his office at the FBI headquarters.

After you messaged him that today might be the day you finally would make an arrest, he had logged in and watched the whole feed, including the way the man you had been chasing for years had his hands all over you and he could see the fake smile you gave him as you tried to keep him entertained.

He was so pent up by the point your team finally had all they needed to make the arrest he slapped his laptop shut when he saw you put the man in cuffs and made his way through the already dark building, up to the seventh floor where your devision sat and waited.

He waited for you to step through the doors of the elevator.

He waited for you to lead the suspect towards the interrogation room and past him so he could look into his eyes.

He waited for you to lock the door behind you as you stepped into the room next to the interrogation room, so he could have you back in his arms, his lips crashing down on yours the moment you turned towards him, his body pushing you against the door as he kissed you deeply, his hands all over your body.

„So proud of you,“ he mumbled against your lips and you smiled, your hands coming to touch his cheek. You hadn’t seen him in almost a month, and he had let he beard grow out.

The door in the next room opened and the suspect was lead in by one of the other Agents of your team and Marcus head turned for a moment before he looked at you again, his eyes dark.

„I have to get in there soon,“ you said and he nodded.

„I don’t need long,“ he promised, before he kissed you again and walked you towards the desk that was standing under the gallery window, setting you down on it. His hands making quick work of the blouse you were wearing, getting you out of it.

„Brought you your change of clothes. Thought you would want to burn these,“ he said and you smiled, sighing when his hand cupped your tits, his thumbs playing with your nipples.

„My hero,“ you kissed him before you jumped off the table, getting the rest of your clothes off and turning around, your hands on the table in front of you, your ass pushing against his crotch.

„Fuck,“ he groaned his hands on your ass, before you heard his zipper and then his belt.

You felt the head of his cock poking against your ass before two of his fingers entered you, both of you groaning quietly. You were soaked for him.

„Just fuck me, baby. We have time for that tomorrow,“ you whimpered and he did, slipping into you slowly, his head falling against your back with a groan.

„Want you all over me when I put him behind bars,“ you whispered and he hissed before he bit into your shoulder and began to fuck you, his hips slapping against your ass every time his cock filled you.

„I turned the cameras off by the way,“ he said and you laughed.

„You really think they don’t know what we’re up to in there? It’s not the first time,“ you teased, not even having thought about that. His hand wrapped over your mouth the next moment and he pulled you up against his chest, fucking up into you.

„You gonna let me cum inside of you before you walk into that room and lock him up for life?“ He whispered against your ear, his other hand running down your stomach until his fingers began to play with you clit.

„Gonna have me dripping out of you while you tell him how long he’s gonna be locked up?“ You felt him grin against your neck and you let your head fall back against his shoulder.

„And then you gonna come home with me and I’ll keep you in bed until you can’t walk…“ he groaned.

„Gonna finally fuck you so full of me, you gonna get pregnant and have my baby,“ he groaned and you moaned against his hand, coming undone as he fucked into you a couple times more before he came, fucking you full of him. His hand left your mouth, turning your head towards him so he could kiss you.

There was a knock on the door and you both laughed.

„This was highly unprofessional Senior Special Agent Pike,“ you hummed and he grinned, pecking your lips.

„I agree Special Agent-in-Charge Pike,“ he smiled, before he pulled out of you and helped you getting dressed.

He secured your badge on your blazer when you unlocked the door, finding one of your Agents and best friends waiting in front of the door with a knowing smile.

„You really need to learn to keep it in your pants, Pike,“ they said as they looked at Marcus who had a sheepish smile on his lips, his hand on your hip. He kissed your cheek, looking into your eyes.

„Call me when I should pick you up. I know it’s gonna be a while. I’m gonna get everything ready for this weekend,“ he kissed you again and then slowly walked down the corridor towards the elevators.

„What is he gonna prepare for this weekend?“ Your friend asked, handling you the file for the coming interrogation. Not that you needed notes. You had enough evidence gathered and been on this case for the last six years, even before you met Marcus.

„You really wanna know?“ You grinned, watching after him. He gave you a wink as he stepped into the elevator, just before the doors closed.

You turned your head to look at them and they made a face, before they shook their head.

„You told him yet?“ They asked and you shook your head.

„Don’t think he’s gonna let me out of his sight if I tell him I’m pregnant. So let’s lock this asshole up, so that I can go home to my husband,“ you smiled, before you schooled your face and went into the interrogation room.

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maniaeofmadness · 5 months

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me watching all the shit with the youtuber Dream go down because i was a Sleepy Bois Inc. watcher and hated the Dream team with a passion

#still hate them!#the amount of fan ficiton ive read where dream is the villian #guess they didnt make everything up huh?#dream #sbi #minecraft #youtuber drama #youtube #wilbur soot #philza #philza minecraft #tommyinnit #technoblade #technoblade never dies #gif #dream smp #dsmp #sleepy bois inc #wilbursoot

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topguncortez · 7 months

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A Force of Nature, An Act of God || Whumptober day 13 - J. Seresin

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synopsis: you always said it would take an act of God to take Jake Seresin off this earth. . . maybe you should've kept that thought to yourself

word count: 1.2k

@ailesswhumptober prompt: crushed and grief

warnings: character death, grief, pregnancy, unhealthy coping mechanisms.

There are just some things you should never hear over a phone call. Y/N didn’t know that the simple ring from her best friend would end with her heart quite literally breaking into two. The loud scream that pierced through the office floor sent everyone’s eyes to the closed office door. Her boss ran down the hall and barged into her office, just in time to catch her from hitting the floor. The screams and cries that left her mouth were enough to break everyone’s heart that was listening.

She cursed him out. She cursed the other driver out. She even cursed God out. Bradley couldn’t bear to hear the anguish of his wingman’s wife over the phone and hung up, knowing that Natasha was on her way to would be on to go retrieve her and bring her to the hospital.

No one said anything as she walked into the hospital. Everyone and everything was still. No one looked her in the eye either, too heartbroken. She stood tall though, holding her head up, letting everyone see the emptiness behind her eyes. Y/N had to go in and properly ID him. There was something deep down in her heart that hoped they had gotten the wrong person. But Jake Seresin was a hard person to miss.

His usual tan was gone. His body was pale, almost gray in color. His hair which was once shiny and full of life, hung down and was matted with blood. Small scars littered his face and arms. She cried softly as she ran her hand over his hair. The doctor stood in the corner, looking grimly at the girl as she sobbed over his body.

They had just started their life. Married a year ago, and expecting their first child, a boy, whom he had been over the moon excited about. She felt as though bricks were now tied to her feet. It took everything in her to not tear the white sheet off of him once the doctor covered his body back up.

When she walked back out to the waiting room, Bradley engulfed her in his arms, holding her up as her legs were shaking and ready to give out at any moment. It was unclear how she was going to move on.

How does one move on from this? How is one supposed to bury their lover and carry on with their life?

Y/N thought it would be better if a car came out of nowhere and crushed her too.

The next week was spent with people infiltrating her home. She was never alone, everyone kept a close eye on her. She felt like she was under a microscope. She spent three days locked in her room, in constant darkness. It took Bradley having to physically remove her from her bed to get her to eat and shower. She was close to her due date, and they knew it was not the time for her to check out.

Jolene and George handled all the details, not wanting to stress her out. They watched as every day she would come down the stairs, pour herself a mug of tea, and sit at the kitchen table, her back to everyone, staring out the window into nothing. Her heart was broken.

Before Jake’s death, the house was never quiet. Jake hated silence. But now, you could hear a pin drop from the other room. There was no music playing. No laughter echoing. No conversations to be had. The quiet was loud, and everyone knew it. No one dared to make a sound as they moved around.

Y/N had blocked out the whole service, not remembering a single part of it. She remembered seeing the beautiful dark wooden casket he was laid in. He was dressed in his dress blues, his medals shining perfectly. She barely remembered getting up to speak in front of the crowd, but she did. The dagger squad gave her praise for how strong she was in speaking.

She was the last to leave, as she watched the gravediggers lower his casket into the ground, and seal the vault. She stood by and watched as they piled the dirt back on top of the vault. Bradley and Natasha stood by the car, looking anywhere but at the plot their wingman now lay under. They knew they couldn’t leave her there, so they painfully waited for her to say her final goodbye. The drive home was silent, as she looked out the window, mindlessly drawing shapes over her belly and letting tears roll down her cheeks.

It was three weeks to the day, that her water broke in the middle of the night. She hadn’t been sleeping in her once-shared bed, but for some reason, she decided to that night. She had woken up with a scream, that sent Natasha and Bradley stumbling into her bedroom. Neither one really knew what to do, but quickly calmed her down and got her down to the car.

She didn’t think she would have the strength to walk back into the hospital. But much like she did three weeks ago, she walked in with her head held high, pain and emptiness in her eyes. The nurses and doctors moved quickly to her and sat her down in a wheelchair. She demanded that the brothers go back with her, and they let them.

The pain of labor was one of the first things she had felt in so long. She had grown numb to everything around her. But the pain ripping through her body reminded her that she was still alive. Sweat and tears ran down her body as the youngest boy rubbed her back as she was fighting through a contraction.

“I can’t do this,” She cried out.

“You have to.”

“I can’t do this without him!” She yelled.

She sat on the bed, in the room alone with just a doctor and a nurse. The brothers had been kicked out, her request, as she started to push. She did her best, pushing with as much strength as she could, but her body was just too weak.

“I can’t.”

“You have to,” The doctor said, looking up at her, “You have to. You have no choice. Your baby will go into distress and so will you.”

The door barged open, and she closed her eyes, too weak to put up a fight. She watched as he pushed over to her, and climbed behind her on the bed.

“Bradley…” She cried, leaning her head back against him.

“I know,” Bradley soothed her. The nurse handed him a damp rag to wipe her sweat, “I know he would do it if roles were reversed.”

“I need him,” She whimpered out.

“I know,” Bradley clenched his jaw, trying to push back his own tears, “I do too. But you also need to bring this healthy boy into the world. For him.”

She nodded and gripped Bradley’s hands. She took a deep breath and listened as the doctor counted down. On one, she let out a loud scream as she pushed as hard as she could. Bradley whispered encouraging things into her ear as she used whatever strength she had buried within herself to bring the baby into the world.

When the melodic cry broke through the room, she leaned back against Bradley, completely spent. Bradley smiled, tears down his cheek as the doctor laid the newborn against her chest. She looked up at Bradley, tears in her own eyes. The little baby boy was a carbon copy of his father.

“We did it, Jake,” Y/N whispered and kissed her son’s forehead.

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kisskourt · 7 months

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don't run from me

pairing: shuri x black reader

contains: smut (18+), fluff

taglist: @inmyheadimobsessed, @abenomeiiii, @shurislover, @phantomof-themcu, @sapphicvqmpires, @letitiassideeye, @sapphicjunglefever, @playhousedistee, @thtgirlllmona

divider by: @firefly-graphics

author's note: ummm so this is a re-upload lol. i was cleaning up my blog and i accidentally deleted this story. anyways, this is for the nasty gals! if you would like to be added to the taglist, comment below. thanks for reading!

“how pathetic.” you spat out, your voice dripping in malice.

there she was, in all her glory: on her knees, ready for your next command.

in moments like these, you admired shuri’s ability to submit.

it was a rare occasion for shuri to not have the upper hand. as queen, from the moment she wakes up, she is tasked with making decisions. with no break in sight, the queen was spent. in the hours leading up to her punishment, her actions revealed this truth to you.

during periods of exhaustion, the queen isolates. rooted by her fear of judgment, she refuses to speak to anybody unless necessary. you, however, have always been the exception.

until today.

for the last ten minutes, shuri had been in agony. driven by her desire to be obedient, her silence had remained constant. you had been fucking her throat, using her as your personal fuck toy.

“speak.”

releasing her bottom lip, a drawn out moan escaped, the sound amplifying throughout your chambers.

“p-pleas” she attempted to say, but her throat refused to allow her to fully articulate what she desperately needed to convey. her plea came out in the form of a whisper, a clear sign that she was exactly where you wanted her.

she wiggled her hips in discomfort as the rope that held her feet together seeped deeper into her skin.

her legs were trembling, begging to be set free.

“what’s wrong, kitten?” you asked, squatting down to her level.

a grin plastered across your face as the kimoyo bead that was on her clit began to vibrate. you had programmed the bead to stop and commence every ten minutes.

“BAST!”

the queen was drooling – locked jaw, disarranged curls. the ruler of the most powerful nation in the world looked pitiful.

with your thumb and pointer finger cradling her chin, you initiated your search within her eyes. you were in search of any lingering dominance that may have been left behind.

her eyes were the shade of a dark oak tree, riddled with tears constructed by you.

“you give me the silent treatment all day.” the grip on her jaw tightened.

“you turned your location off.”

“and to top it all off…” you scoffed.

“i had to physically drag you out of your lab.”

“so tell me, kitten, why should i allow you to speak?” immediately, you shoved the strap down her throat, marveling at the speed in which her eyes grew in size.

“there she is.” you groaned.

you heard shuri gag, the fusion of her tears and saliva smeared across your stomach as the result.

your thrusts were ruthless and intentional – for in your shared chambers, she was no longer the queen; she was a whore.

suddenly, you felt her aggressively tap your thigh, an indication that she’s reached her limit. at once, you removed yourself from her throat.

the sight below you was breathtaking: there she lay, staring up at you with glossy eyes, gasping for air. she was a blubbering mess, trying her hardest to form a coherent sentence.

“s-sorr-”

“shhh.” you cooed, as you bent down to untie the knot that held her feet together. once undone, you lifted her up and gently placed her on the edge of the bed.

kimoyo bead still in place, she whimpered in pleasure.

a sigh escaped your mouth as you kneeled in front of shuri. lightly, you used both hands to spread her thighs.

“my precious girl,” you whispered.

“let it out.”

“Y/N!” she wailed, her voice exuding desperation. she needed this release. she needed to let go. she needed you.

the queen was leaking, her cream painting the perfect picture for you.

“f-fuck! i-i’m cummin-ing! baby i-i’m cumming!”

“look at me.” you commanded, as you removed the kimoyo bead from her swollen bud.

eyes trained on you, shuri whined.

“do not run from me.”

swiftly, you draped her legs over your shoulders.

“when it all becomes too much,” you spoke into her cunt.

“when you feel defeated,” your face was submerged now, the motion of your head moving from side to side sending her into overdrive.

“do not run from me.”

“ohh m-y, Y/N!” her voice had reached an octave that she had never heard.

“i-i love you. i fucking l-love you!”

with this declaration, she squirts. for a moment, you're lost in her waterfall, savoring every drop of her as you used your tongue to clean her up.

this flavor, her flavor, will never get old to you.

the next few minutes felt like a blur to the queen. she found herself centered in bed, back facing your front as you rubbed small circles into her abdomen.

using two fingers, you tapped her cheek, a sign that you wanted her to look up at you.

“i’m serious, shuri.”

“you must talk to me.”

the way in which shuri gazed at you made your knees buckle – she looked at you as if she would move heaven and hell for you; her clouded orbs told you promises that she wished to never break.

the feeling of your lips brushing up against her shoulder blade snapped her back into reality. nodding, she finally spoke again.

“it’s you and me?”

you smiled, as you placed a tender kiss on her shoulder.

“it’s you and me.”

#shuri udaku #shuri udaku x black!reader #shuri x black reader #queen!shuri #black panther #fan ficiton #fanfic #smut #fluff #my writing

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theangelcatalogue · 2 months

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YANDERE 2012!TMNT WITH VILLAIN!DARLING(THAT WORKS WITH/FOR ANOTHER VILLAIN)!☆

Part two of this! -> ❔

Gender neutral reader!

Romantic!

Team up!

TW: TRACKERS, STALKING, OBSSESIVE BEHAVIOR, VIOLENCE, BLOOD, SWEARING, YANDERES, MANIPULATION, GUILTY TRIP, BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR, I MADE P/N MALE AND MADE BY A MINOR! YOU DON'T NEED TO READ IF YOU DON'T WANT! IF I MISSED SOMETHING TELL ME

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☆ -> Sooo, what if the other turtles(and April and Casey!) also fall for you? That's what happens!

★ -> Oh Lord.

☆ -> Well, i don't know how, but the you got more yanderes!

★ -> With this 6 team up!(Raphael, Mikey, Donnie, Leo, April and Casey), you have to expect some things like: Possible stalking, trackers, and EXTREME violence towards P/N

☆ -> Sometimes they ignore you to fight with P/N, what makes have to help him after the fight, in most of them he is bleeding and many bruises

★ -> Raphael made sure he would feel pain, never take something that is not yours

☆ -> The turtles always finds yours and P/N location, it started ask yourself how? Just how?

★ -> Ask Donnie and his genius mind! He made sure the trackers wouldn't be noticed! He is happy that works

☆ -> To be honest they never understand what you saw in P/N and your both relationship, he calls you the worst things ever! And the way he treats you! He say the worst things for you and after that acts like nothing happend!

" Sir i think they have some type of protection! "

" OH DON'T TELL ME! REALLY? YOUR STUPID BITCH- " (P/N)

★ -> They would never do that!

☆ -> Ah and the masters of manipulation! Leo and Mikey! They told you so many things to try to convince you to give up and go to the lair with them!

" If you come back with us! You would love! "

" Come on Y/N! I know you are better than this! "

★ -> Can't forget April and Casey! Casey flirting a little with you and April always worried if you are ok!

" Y/N! Are you ok? " (A)

*Asking yourself why that fuck she cares about you*

" Looking good! Changed of super villain uniform? " (C) (To y/n)

*Confused as fuck* (P/N and Y/N)

★ -> P/N and you are just confused at the situation, like what is wrong with them?

☆ -> And you are so tired of hearing the: " Come with us to the lair! " ; " You are better than this! " ; " You can be a good person " ;

★ -> Also you need to be careful with P/N since they won't go easy on them

" Time to end with this- "

*Notices P/N in danger while fight with one of the turtles*

" P/N!!! "

☆ -> You can't let your partner die! And the group just want to end with this and bring you to the lair! Just that! It's too much to ask!?

★ -> But everyone except Leo and maybe Mikey(?) knows that you aren't a really good person, but hey this dont't stop them

☆ -> They focus more on capture you with some type of trap that hurt you, and P/N already noticed that, and is really worried with you

★ -> Like they have the violent one(?), the manipulator one, the genius one, the over protective one and the almost normal ones, ALMOST, but how we know they are not

☆ -> They noticed that P/N is more with you and really closer! Jealous

★ -> They need a plan to bring you with them now.

☆ -> And take care of P/N.

Songs! -> 💌 ❔ 🐢

-★-

NOTES:

✮ That's so bad wth, i am going to remake that and part one gosh✮

✮ Anyways i am going to write more about this cause yeah ✮

✮ P/N means Partner's name! You can see as romantic or platonic! ✮

✮ Please take care of yourself! <3 ✮

✮ Some memes: ✮

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ghoulsanderson · 1 year

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Manifesting Mike wheeler meltdown in s5

#byler #byler fics #byler week #fanfics #mike wheeler #mike wheeler angst #will byers #byler ao3 #byler is real #bylerfics #stranger things #stranger things fan ficiton #stranger things fics #stranger things season five #Dustin Henderson #Lucas Sinclair #eleven #Jane hopper #eleven hopper

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gucciwins · 2 years

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because of me?

Will Harry be able to find his way back to his family?

Word count: 6548

A/N: hi friends! you all wanted a part two so i hope you all read the conclusion to the styles family as they navigate through a hard time. please come tell me what you thought i really enjoyed writing this part even if it took me a month to decide what direction i wanted to go.

Warnings: angst (happy ending)

Part One: why is daddy sad?

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After Harry left, Y/N wasn’t sure how to feel.

A part of her felt guilty for not having done anything sooner, and another felt abandoned because, in three months, he managed to leave them with a goodbye and a kiss to each of them. Saylor, the oldest, understood that Harry wouldn’t be there anymore and that he might be happy for a change. While Lucy understood he was going on a long trip and returning in a few weeks.

Except, a few weeks turned into two months. The US tour kept getting extended as fans begged for more and more dates. There was an album to release soon, and Y/N knew nothing about it when most times, Harry was excited to share his ideas with her. She was always one of the first to listen, and now this new album, she did not have a single idea of what it was about.

Harry’s calls were not frequent, but when he did call, he talked to the kids for hours, sometimes draining her phone battery and cutting him off mid-story. Lucy, Y/N noticed, held on to Harry’s every word. Her eyes would widen in amazement when he’d show them the stage and even sitting in Sarah’s seat in front of the drums. While Saylor sat there asking a few questions and listening to his dad. There was a disconnect from Saylor; with Y/N, he was her affectionate and bubbly son, but with Harry, he became silent, almost closed off she wanted to say.

“Saylor?”

“Yeah, mum.”

“Do you want to make cookies with me?”

“Brownies?” He countered.

Y/N chuckled, having expected the answers. “Yes, baby. I have everything ready.”

“Can you tie my apron, Mumma?”

Saylor quickly grabbed the apron Y/N leaves hanging in the kitchen for both him and Lucy when they have the sudden urge to help her in the kitchen. Y/N guides Saylor in turning around and makes a knot for him, tight enough it won’t be loose but easy enough for Saylor to tug on and take off when they finish.

He turns around with a dimpled smile, “ready, Mumma!”

His apron reads “Chef Saylor,” embroidered in red thread on his chest. It was a gift from Gemma, and she made sure to make one for Lucy, although she prefers sitting on the countertop and munching on fruits and chocolates.

The process of baking goes pretty well. Y/N keeps a watchful eye on Lucy as she plays with the monster trucks her friend Griffin gifted Lucy for her birthday last month. Harry made it back for the party and left soon after, to no one’s surprise.

“Petal?”

“Yes, Mumma,” he answers while staying focused on mixing the ingredients.

“Are you feeling alright?”

“Happy.”

“That’s good. Right now?”

“Mhm…”

She hesitated but knew she needed to try because when she was young and hurting, Y/N hated that her parents never knew she was upset or angry that she had to wear a mask all the time.

“Are you happy all the time?”

Y/N saw him stop mixing for a second before continuing like nothing had happened.

“Think it’s finished,” he moved the bowl over to Y/N, who didn’t push him and let him help pour the batter into the pan. She did the final step alone, not wanting Saylor to get burned from the preheated oven.

“Job well done, Saylor.”

Saylor stepped off his stool and gave your waist a tight squeeze.

“Love you, Mumma.”

“I love you so much, petal. Now go wash up. I’ll clean the dishes.”

He runs up the steps, and Y/N sighs. It’s hard being a single parent. It’s even harder having no one to talk this out with. She really is all alone in this when Y/N was promised she would never be.

_____

Dinner and brownies were a success.

Y/N is in bed reading her book when she hears a small knock on the door and sees it being pushed open. Saylor, in his snug Bluey pajama set, walks towards her.

“My little love, you alright? Can’t sleep.”

He nods his head. He climbs up on the bed. Y/N giggles as she watches him shake off his slippers from his feet. “Come on, I’ll give you cuddles.”

Saylor gives her a giant smile, hurrying to get tucked under the blankets. He lets out a deep sigh when he’s settled next Y/N.

“Alright, Mumma was reading. Is it okay if I do that for a little longer, or do you want to sleep?”

“Can we sleep, please?”

Y/N grins pushing his hair out of his face to look at his face that resembles every bit of Harry from when he was a child. “Let’s sleep, then.”

She reaches to turn off the light and slides lower to rest her head on her pillow, letting Saylor adjust himself as he lays his head on her chest. Y/N runs her hand down his back in soothing circles, hoping it will help him sleep. It’s quiet, and she thinks he’s gone down when she finally decides to close her eyes and do the same.

“Mummy?”

“Saylor? Are you okay?”

“Is Daddy coming back?”

“Not for a few weeks. Remember he told you he’s singing for his fans every night.” Y/N doesn't know where the conversation is heading, but she doesn't feel ready. “He’s going to call tomorrow. You can ask him when he's coming home. You know Daddy loves talking to you.”

“What if he’s not coming home?”

“Saylor,”

“What if he loves his fans more than us, and he forgets about us?”

“Saylor, your dad loves you. He tells you every time he calls.”

“Not like you, not all day.”

She sighs, “no, not every day.”

“You love us?”

“More than all the stars in the universe,” she reminds him.

“Enough, that’s enough,” he whispers.

Y/N feels her heartbreak, her son is so young, but he picks up on the emotions and dynamics of the relationship really well. This is more than Y/N was prepared for; maybe it’s time for a visit to a therapist because Saylor, from a young age, picked up on Harry’s sadness and now questioning his father’s love and his place in their family is a lot for a child to process and Y/N can only do so much. She needs help, and it’s okay to ask for it.

Maybe it was time Y/N went as well.

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Harry loved being on stage.

He knew he had to thank his wife for the reason he was back on stage. Harry loved his family, but something was missing as he became a stay-at-home father. He enjoyed the studio time, but he craved being on stage and interacting with the fans who gave him everything.

Except, it wasn’t the fans who helped him accomplish all his dreams. It was Y/N, a selfless Y/N who always put others above herself, and this time no different. She went above and beyond, and what did Harry do to repay her? He left her alone with their two children. It wouldn’t be easy, but she had a support team around her, and he knew she would be fine.

At least, that’s what he told himself over and over. The truth is he doesn’t know how to begin to help his wife. It’s a big reason he was glad his team made his first show in America because his therapist, whom he stopped talking to years ago, lives and works there. Harry felt he got to a point in his life where it was no longer necessary, but that isn’t true. He needs it more than ever, especially if he wants to be a better man for his family.

Change won’t come in a day, and for the time being, he will prove to Y/N and their kids that he’s the father and husband they deserve.

He’ll go home soon, but when he does, he wants to be his best version.

_____

Holiday vacations are around the corner, and the kids miss their dad. Lucy talks about him constantly, more than ever, and how he promised to play mermaids with her when he’s home for Christmas. Y/N doesn’t know how much she believes him, but she’s willing to give him a chance to prove himself. While Saylor is doing better. The therapist said it’s normal for Y/N to feel hurt and sad that she couldn’t do more for her child because it means she’s doing the right thing. She put her feelings aside to help her child.

Y/N began going to therapy herself. She did it when she was younger after her mother passed away unexpectedly but stopped when visits became low and few. Kirsten says it might even be a good idea to bring in Lucy, but Y/N wants to take it step by step, not wanting to overwhelm her children. Saylor says he’s enjoying the sessions because he gets to talk and play with different toys some days, even paint. Y/N is overall relieved that she made the right choice for her family. She knows she should have spoken to Harry, but Y/N, never knowing his exact schedule or how she was doing, felt it was not the right time to discuss with him, especially over the phone.

Lucy had been complaining about missing Harry, and Saylor also jumped in, stating they missed hearing him sing. Y/N’s never known how to say no to her kids, so with a single text to Jeff, he sent back a confirmation of three plane tickets that would take them to Chicago, where Harry was in town for three days before the next city.

Packing their bags was easy due to their excitement, but Y/N had a pit of anxiety sitting in her stomach that she could not shake. Sarah assured her that Harry would be happy to see them when Y/N texted her to let her know she was planning a visit. Y/N felt the most nervous because she was surprising Harry when he never asked them to come out and support him since he started touring. It’s something that had always been on her mind. It made her feel as if he was doing his best to keep both sides of his life separate when she thought that Harry would have found his way back to her

Saylor and Lucy were excellent during the eight-hour flight. Maybe they could sense her nerves or were just as nervous as she was in the moment to see Harry again. There’s a car waiting for them at the airport with a driver. As much as Y/N wanted to drive in the city, it's been too long since she’s driven in America. The car seats for the children are luxurious, and it makes Y/N wonder as she’s buckling in Lucy if they went out of their way to buy them for her children or got them on loan from somewhere. Either way, she’s thankful.

Lucy slept most of the flight, while Saylor slept on and off. She knew the jet lag would hit them hard as they’re not used to traveling, at least not the time change in America. Y/N made sure to take her children on trips through their neighboring countries. Harry would join them all the time, making traveling easier but being alone with two kids under six, she prefers to visit places close to home.

“Yes, we’ve arrived.” She looks behind her, sighing in relief as her children look out the windows, amazement shown in their eyes. “They’re fine. A bit tired, but we’re going to eat and try to sleep in a few hours if any of us can make it that long. Love you.” Y/N hangs up her phone turning to look at her children once more, “Nana says she loves you so much and that you better take lots of photos to show her when we go home.”

“Love Na,” Lucy whispers.

“Nana Anne, miss us?” Saylor asks.

“So much, says she’s got a surprise for when we go home.”

“Yay,” both Saylor and Lucy cheer together.

After texting Jeff that they had landed, he told her the driver would be bringing them to the venue where they all were rehearsing for the show tomorrow. Y/N knew that meant it was only a matter of minutes before she was reunited with Harry, and their children would get to spend time with him for longer than ten minutes.

Jeff waved at them as the car parked in the empty lot, helping Saylor unbuckle while Y/N got Lucy out, who chose to stay in her arms. Saylor rushed over to Y/N to hold her free hand. Jeff promised all their stuff would be taken to their hotel room, and she knew he meant into the room they would be sharing with Harry.

Y/N stayed quiet, listening to Lucy talk Jeff’s ear off about how excited she was to see her Daddy. She missed him so much, and listening to his music was boring when he wasn’t there to dance and sing with her. Y/N realized Saylor was nervous. His hand was sweating, but he didn’t let go of Y/N’s hand. No, his hold on her hand tightened as they were guided to the area where Harry was hanging out with his bandmates.

“Harry,” Jeff yelled, cutting off all the conversations in the room. “Got some visitors.” He moves out of the way, allowing Y/N to walk into the room. Saylor follows close behind. The room is silent for a few seconds before Lucy starts bouncing in Y/N’s arms, excitedly chanting Daddy.

“You’re here,” he breathes out. His eyes locked on Y/N first, then shifted to Lucy and Saylor. Their son stayed right by her side while Lucy began reaching forward, begging for Harry to take her in his arms.

Harry quickly crossed the room and took Lucy from Y/N, spinning her around as her laugh rang loud in the room. Y/N shuffled in closer with Saylor at her side. Sarah came to say hello first; it was her godson, after all.

“My little Saylor, you’re so big,” Sarah greeted, crouching down to his size. He moved away and jumped into his godmother’s waiting arms.

“Missed you.” He whispered low enough for only the three of them could hear.

“He’s been playing that bongo drum. You got him like crazy.”

Saylor nods his head excitedly, “can I play your drums?”

Sarah laughs, “I’m sure we can work something out.”

Y/N knows Harry’s coming back over because Saylor’s hand made its way back into hers. Lucy is now running around, introducing herself to everyone as if they don’t remember who she is. Most of the team here today were there for Y/N and Harry during the early years of their children’s lives.

“Hi, Saylor,” Harry greets, copying what Sarah did, getting down to be at his level. “I’ve missed you so much. You look so big, soon you might be bigger than Mummy.”

Saylor giggles, “you think so?”

“Of course, you might be taller than Mitch, too,” Harry teased.

“Ha,” Mitch laughed dryly as he let Lucy sit on his lap as she told him about her journey on the plane and how the nice airplane lady gave her apple juice.

The tension is gone, and it warms her heart to see Harry and Saylor sharing a long embrace. Y/N feels guilty because she’s the reason why her children don’t see their father every day anymore, but she also feels guilty for letting Harry be unhappy for so long. Lost in thought, she doesn’t seem to realize Harry standing in front of her, rocking on his heels as if he’s waiting for permission to touch her. Instead of overthinking what she should do, she does what she wants, which is to give her husband a hug.

She hears him let out a deep sigh, breathing her in. It's been a long time since she allowed herself to relax, but being here with his arms wrapped tight around her, she knows she belongs here. She just doesn’t know if Harry still thinks she does.

“Thank you for the surprise,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Glad you liked it.”

“Daddy, Daddy?” Lucy pulls on his jeans, asking for attention.

Y/N pulls away from him, laughing as Lucy and Saylor wait for Harry to let go of her and pay attention to them. “Duty calls,” she jokes.

“Oi, what are you going to do?”

“She’ll be in good hands with me,” Sarah interrupts, dropping her hand over Y/N’s shoulder. “Now go. Your children have missed you.”

Harry gives Y/N one last look, and she nods, assuring him it’s okay.

Y/N really hopes the trips end well because a big reason she brought them out to visit wasn’t just for Saylor and Lucy but for herself to ask Harry where they stand. It’s important she finds out because she doesn’t want to suffer any more heartbreak.

_______

The night together at the hotel had gone well. Y/N was relieved when Saylor and Lucy settled for bed at eight pm that they even managed to stay awake so long, but she knew it was all because of Harry. Y/N wanted to stay up to talk with Harry and see how he felt because she didn’t want him to feel like she ambushed him, that she wanted to see him, that the kids did. Instead, as she waited for him to exit the bathroom, she fell asleep, the exhaustion of traveling hitting her like a truck now that everything had settled. Y/N swears she felt a kiss on her head and a blanket placed over her as she fell asleep. It’s the safest she’s felt in months.

Morning came all too soon when Saylor and Lucy jumped into their bed. Y/N and Harry shared a bed for the first time in months, and she was glad they woke her up, not allowing a moment of awkwardness to settle over them. Lucy demanded they feed her while Saylor reminded her to say please. Y/N laughed because she felt like a family, and looking over at Harry showering Saylor in kisses as Lucy sat on her stomach poking at Y/N’s face, she wondered if Harry felt the same.

“Come on, my loves. I’ll let you take a look at the menu and order whatever you want,” Harry coaxed them hoping to call them down.

“Anything?” Lucy shrieked.

Harry’s eyes widened before glancing at Y/N, who did her best to bite back a smile, “I’m afraid I’ve used the wrong word.”

Y/N shrugs, “make sure you include some fruits in there, but no-”

“Blueberries, Lucy’s allergic,” he finishes for Y/N.

“If I eat blueberries, will I become like the girl in Charlie’s factory?”

“You will not become like Violet, little lady,” Harry chuckles, “but if you did, we’d still love you.”

“We’ll always love you, Luce. No matter what,” Saylor chimed in, and Y/N felt her heart grow ten times the size.

There was a lot to discuss with Harry, but today, she’d enjoy the day with her family and feel proud to see Harry on stage doing what he loves.

______

The venue was chaotic, and Saylor and Lucy loved it. They saw someone doing something new at every turn, fixing lights or cooking food. It wasn’t until they saw the fans being let in did they gasp that all those people were there for their Daddy. It felt nice to allow them the experience of seeing Harry do what he loves. Y/N told Harry she wanted to walk around. She can’t remember the last time she was backstage at a venue. Y/N had been with Harry for so long that she feels she has visited so many arenas and stadiums, but she will never get over the friendly environment that Harry and their team maintain. Many of these people working backstage are the ones she saw when she first came out to see Harry. He prides himself in working with the people he trusts and has built a relationship with, and Y/N knows he cares for each person on his team.

He promised her he’d take care of Saylor and Lucy, promising he’d agree to everything they asked for, and she knew he was teasing but also wouldn’t put it past him. If Lucy asked him for a pony, Y/N’s sure he’d have it waiting for her as soon as she was back in London. Y/N knew Harry wanted to get Saylor his own drum kit already, but Y/N wasn’t ready for the loud noise that would never end.

“Take your time, love. I’m in good hands,” he teased.

“We take care of Daddy, like you taught us,” Saylor promises.

The show was set to start at nine, with the opener going on at eight, meaning she had roughly an hour and a half before she needed to go back and let Harry get ready without the distraction of two children who had a new question every second. Y/N spent time roaming the green room and speaking with the band, who were all too happy to ask her questions about her job and life in their London home. After excusing herself, she made her way through the hallways until she reached a black curtain allowing herself to take a peek at the fans there tonight. Harry had mentioned it being a sold-out show and that all tickets went to fans. They worked hard on keeping prices fair to fans, no longer allowing platinum tickets to be sold, not at the cost of his fans.

She stepped out, and the loud chatter of the arena echoed around her. There were many empty seats, as it was early but the pit was as packed as ever. Fans turned around, trying to see who was excited, but no one gave her a second glance. Her relationship with Harry is something they kept quiet about their first year. After Harry accidentally posted a photo of her on his Instagram story with a “happy anniversary” sticker, fans pieced it all together. In an interview with Zane Lowe, he happily shared that he was in love and happy that was all that should matter to his fans. The only posts about their children to this point are each child’s birth; that is how she hopes it stays until they’re older.

Y/N was glad she wasn’t easily recognizable to fans. At least, she thought she wasn’t until she saw someone with a plate of nachos in her hand going to sit against a wall and waving at her. Y/N turned around, wondering if she meant someone else, but once she saw the fan laugh, she sent a small wave back. She took that as her cue to leave in case others started to notice because Y/N’s sure the fan would be quick to spread the word as respectful as she was.

As she crosses back backstage, she finds Jeff and Tom talking. They stop when they see her, bringing her in for a hug.

“Hi, taking a tour, I see,” Jeff says, noting where she was coming from.

“Mhmm, was uh getting restless not being able to explore.”

“Harder with two kids, huh.” Tom comments.

Y/N laughs, “oh yeah, those two are curious. They got that from Harry. If they could, I’m sure they’d open every door backstage.”

“Are they with H?”

“Last I checked, unless he passed them off,” Y/N jokes.

“Are you kidding? He’s wrapped around those two fingers. The only person he allows to take them is you because you’re his favorite person,” Jeff shares.

“And their mother,” Tom chimes in.

Y/N is surprised at everything he’s saying because, for the longest time, she didn’t feel like it. She still doesn’t.

“Honestly, we’re all glad you texted us. This is the happiest we’ve seen him.” Jeff mutters his agreement.

Y/N frowns, “what do you mean?”

Tom and Jeff share a look before answering. “That he’s happy to be touring and on the road again, but….”

“Come on, might as well tell me.”

Tom sighs, “he comes off stage upset or tired and always heads to bed.”

“Are you saying he wants us here?” Y/N questions because it doesn’t make sense to her.

“The last time he toured, who was the first person he went to after he ran off?” Jeff asked.

“Me,” she whispered. “But he wanted this.” Y/N gestures to everything around her.

Jeff shrugs, “he did, but not like he was expecting.”

Y/N sighs, running a hand down her face trying to take in this information. “I’m not uprooting my kids to follow him on tour. We’ve got stability. They’ve got a routine and a lot of family at home.”

“We know you do,” Tom assures you. “Harry raves about how amazing of a mother you are. He really feels that he’s failed. He failed you and the kids, but there’s nothing he can do now, not with a sold-out tour.”

“Hmm…he hasn’t told me. Or when we talk, it’s about the kid. I assumed–I don’t know, really. Feels like we lost him or that I did, at least.” Y/N didn’t think she’d share this with anyone other than her therapist, but she’s always trusted them. They’re her friends as well.

As she walks away to find her children, she doesn’t know Harry is behind her, having heard every last word, having gone to get Lucy and Saylor an ice cream. It’s time to prove to Y/N that he was there for her.

Harry loved his wife. Without her, he wouldn’t have his two biggest blessings. He wouldn’t know what it’s like to be loved. He wouldn’t have built a beautiful life without her, and he took that for granted. He took her heart and stored it away because he was too weak to ask for help. He left her alone for too long, but he would change that. He had to. There was no way he would lose her, not when he loved her with everything in him, his heart and soul belonged to her.

______

The energy for tonight was on a new level; he knew it was because his family was in the audience. He was so happy that he decided to mention it, not allowing cameras to zoom their way because his children were not something he shared with fans or the media, something he and Y/N agreed on from the moment they found out she was pregnant with Saylor.

Harry kept an eye on them the entire night, sending them kisses and dancing their way. The minute he got off stage, an excited Saylor bounded into his sweaty arms while a sleepy Lucy was in Y/N’s arms fighting sleep.

“Daddy! That was awesome.” Saylor yelled, letting Harry slip off his headphones as Harry settled him on his hip.

“Mhm, awesome,” Lucy mumbled, tucking her head deeper into Y/N’s shoulder.

Harry laughs, “thank you, my loves.” He pressed a kiss to Saylor’s cheek and then to Lucy’s. “What did Mummy think?”

“You were wonderful, H. Always a shining star up there,” Y/N leaned in and offered him a kiss on his cheek. Y/N swore she could see a blush on his cheeks as she pulled away.

“Thank you.” Harry clears his throat, “how about we head to bed, huh?”

“Please,” Lucy whispered, causing them all to laugh.

It was the sweetest after-show reunion, and Harry laughed as he noticed cameras pointed in every direction from their team, having captured the special moment. “I’m expecting to see those photos in my messages tomorrow.”

A course of “yes, boss” rang loud as Y/N and Harry helped their kids settle in their car seats, Lucy slowly falling asleep as they began the drive to the hotel.

“Y/N?” Harry asked as they each worked on changing their children into their pajamas. Both children fell asleep on their way to the hotel.

“Hmm…”

“Thank you.” He starts, “for uh, coming tonight.”

“Course, they really missed you.”

“I missed them too.” They fall silent. “I missed you too, Y/N. So much.”

Y/N flashes him a timid smile. “I missed you too.”

After settling both children under the covers, Y/N flipped on the small lamp light and walked out, wanting to get undressed and to bed. She saw Harry in the bathroom and decided changing in the room would be better. She saw a shirt on the chair, and she swore it was hers, so she slipped it on and climbed under the covers, sighing as she felt herself sink into the king-sized bed. Y/N shut the lights off and closed her eyes. Y/N’s not sure how long had passed, but she felt Harry slipping in next to her. He scooted close to her but not enough to touch her, and a part of her was screaming at him to get closer, but she remained still.

“Honey, do you think we can talk?” Harry asked, turning on the small lamp by the bedside.

“Right now?” She blinked one eye open. Harry was lying on his side, staring at her. He shook his head no.

“I, uh, was thinking maybe we can have dinner together tomorrow. Jeff offered to watch the kids.”

“Okay, H. That’s fine. I’m sure we can talk and have dinner with the kids too.”

“If you want, but uh,” Harry feels his throat tighten. He’s so nervous, “thought it could be a date.”

Y/N doesn’t do well hiding the surprise on her face. “A date?”

He nodded, keeping his eyes locked with hers trying to see if he could see what she was feeling, but it was like staring at a wall. She was always so good at hiding her emotions. Harry let her think about it, the silence making his heart race until he saw her offer him the tiniest smile.

“Okay, Harry. It’s a date.”

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“You look pretty, Mummy?” Lucy tells Y/N as she sees her finishing the application of her lipstick. Y/N had to sit Lucy in the sink as she had woken up practically clingy this morning; not that Y/N minded but having to do makeup with a toddler on her hip would not be easy. She was playing with the eyeshadow pallet, swiping it down her arms and gasping when she saw how shimmery it made her arms.

“Think so?” Y/N presses a kiss to the top of Lucy’s head with nods enthusiastically

“Promise,” she affirms, although it sounded more like ‘poise’ as Lucy still had not quite mastered her “R’s.”

“Give me a kiss,” Lucy perked up, carefully turning around to not hurt herself. Y/N leaned down and let Lucy press a peck to Y/N’s lips.

“Thanks, petal. You’re the sweetest.” Y/N lifts her up and sets Lucy on her hip. “Let’s go find Saylor and Daddy.”

Lucy sighs, knowing she will say goodbye to her mum for the night. Walking out of the restroom, Y/N finds Harry sitting on the couch, flowers in his lap, with Saylor standing before him, taking his photo. Y/N cooed at the sight because Saylor recently learned to take pictures and took any opportunity to showcase his skills.

“I see Saylor’s found a new muse,” Y/N laughs when Harry startles, jumping up from the couch, barely catching the flowers in his lap.

“Daddy!” Saylor scolds.

“Sorry, lovie.” Harry turns to Y/N, his smile widening as he sees his two girls in front of him. “These are for you,” he extends the flowers for Y/N to take, but Lucy accepts them for her.

“Pretty.”

Y/N giggles, “very pretty.”

“Are you ready to head out?” Harry asks as he watches Y/N set down Lucy, who runs to show Jeff the flowers.

“Mhmm…all good.”

“Petals, come give Mummy and Daddy a kiss,” Y/N calls for them, kneeling next to Harry to accept the two running toddlers into her open arms. She would have fallen back by the force they rushed into her if Harry didn’t have a hold on her. She shoots him a grateful smile as she presses three kisses each to Saylor and Lucy before passing them over to Harry, who promises to take good care of Mummy.

Y/N walks out, and together they head down the hall. She feels nervous because this dinner has the power to break her or mend her heart. It was only a matter of time until she finds out.

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Harry brought her to a family restaurant. It wasn’t a stuffy, uptight restaurant like she was expecting because Harry knew she never liked those restaurants that gave people food portions so small that it never filled a person up. Y/N grins as he pushes her chair in. She is still recovering from Harry opening her car door and offering her his arm. He’s the gentleman he was for the entirety of their relationship until she lost him.

The conversation is slow, primarily focused on the tour and their kids. Y/N laughs when she realizes this feels like a first date, this was how nervous she was in Jamaica after he approached her asking for the chance to take her on a date, but she said no because she was on holiday and lucky for her, he was as well. After learning more about him and falling for his charm, she said yes, and she would not change a thing because it brought her back to him.

Harry is the one to steer the conversation bringing up how he’s been doing. He has bad days, but they aren’t awful where he shuts down. He shares about his therapist and how comfortable he feels talking to someone, that he went too long holding in all his feelings. Y/N feels guilty, and Harry knows that. He reminds her it’s not her fault, that she did the best they could by putting their children first. It made him feel safe knowing that Saylor and Lucy were being taken care of by someone who would lay their life down for them.

“Do–would you be up for couple’s therapy?”

Y/N gestures for him to explain.

“Marina says that it’s important we talk about this as a neutral place, and a therapist is a good place to start. We both went through a hard time, and it’s important we talk about everything that happened.”

She agrees, “we can do that.”

“Good, uh, thank you.”

“Saylor started seeing a therapist.”

Harry’s eyes widened in surprise, “because of me?”

Y/N grimaces, “he had a hard time seeing you connect more with him and Lucy through a phone, and there was only so much I could do alone.”

She sees him deflate, “H, don’t take all the blame, don’t let it sink you.”

He sniffles, “I hurt him. I hurt you all.”

“Saylor’s healing. We all are. You’re making an effort,” she assures him.

“I want to be a better father and partner.”

Y/N nods, but something is nagging at the back of her mind. “Jeff mentioned extending the tour.”

And he sighs. It’s true.

“Summer tour. In Europe.”

“Mhm…”

“Would–” he fumbles, trying to find the words. “I know work is important, and our kids are priority number one but would you be up to joining me in the summer?”

“Summer on tour?” She repeats.

“The kids aren’t in school, and if you’re able to use some time off with us for even a week or two, uh, I miss you all so much when I’m away.”

“You really want us there?”

“Course I do. Think I played my best show last night having you all there.” It’s what everyone has been telling her that it was his best show since his return.

“I’m—so– confused.”

“Of what, lovie?” Harry thought he had put everything out in the open.

“You didn’t ask us to visit you. Or ask us to go on tour with you. You just left, H, and that hurt as much as having you home and ignoring us,” Y/N pours her heart out to him.

He drops his head, letting out a deep breath. “You’ve always reminded me that you wanted to give Lucy and Saylor stability. Me being selfish to bring you out would have—I thought it would make you think I was careless and only thought about myself.”

“You put them first.”

“They have always come first. I just honestly got lost. Marina, my therapist, said that after giving up something I’ve known basically all my life, I wasn’t ready to let it go like I said I was. And all my repressed feelings took over.”

“They’re the priority Harry, promise me?”

Harry agrees, “they’re my priority but so are you.”

She stays silent for a moment, before nodding. “We can talk to the kids tomorrow and ask them how they feel about touring with you for the summer.”

Harry’s eyes brighten, “just them?

She shakes her head. “If they’re a yes, so am I,” she tells him.

“Do you still love me?” Harry asks.

She sighs, “Harry.”

“I love you, Y/N. I will always love you, and I’m sorry I made you doubt my love but never again. I’ll prove it to you every day. I just need to know if I have a chance.” Harry pleads, and Y/N believes every single word.

“Of course I do. I’d let you break my heart ten times over if it means I get the chance to love you.”

Y/N sees his eyes well up with tears and leans close to catch a tear that falls down his face. “You love me?”

“I love you,” she confirms.

“I love you, too. Never stopped loving you, just got lost.”

Y/N and Harry settle in comfortable silence. She scoots her chair closer to him, reaching for his hand and intertwining it with hers. Harry squeezes tight before bringing it to his lips and giving her a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.

“Never going to stop. Heart beats for you as much as it does for Saylor and Lucy.” Y/N confessed, needing him to know that it has always been him.

“I love you, Y/N. I have loved you since our first date in Jamaica, and I’ll never stop reminding you. I know I stopped for some time and made you question me but never again. It’s always you. It will always be you.”

And she believed him.

Everything wasn’t perfect, far from it, but there’s a clear path in front of them that Y/N and Harry look forward to taking together.

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black-wolf-spirit-art · 2 years

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A little fan art for @llamagoddessofficial new Leaena chapter.

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beemers-hell · 5 days

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THIS IS NOT A DRILL, AFTER 6 MONTHS OF ME BEING UNABLE TO GET MY SHIT TOGETHER FOR VARIOUS REASONS, THE DAD AU FIC HAS FINALLY RECIEVED ANOTHER CHAPTER UPDATE!!!

READ IT HERE:

I hope this shit was worth the wait and I hope to GOD I can try to get my focus in order so it doesn't take me another huge ass span of time to update the fic again!!

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aestheticaltcow · 3 months

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Father's Day

Carmy Berzatto x Reader

Just a cute little fluff piece of Dad!Carmy

“Mommy! More glitter?” you shook your head, “I think that’s enough, princess.”. Your five-year-old Andrea shook her head, “I wuv Daddy.” you nodded and thought about her statement, “Okay, so Ms.Andrea, you think the more glitter you use, the more Daddy will know you love him?”. Her little brow furrowed as she thought about what you’d said to her. You couldn’t help but giggle at the fact she and Carmy had the same thinking face. She finally nodded furiously, her soft brown curls bouncing.

“Yo! Baby, you’ll never guess what I got,” Carmy yelled as he walked into the house. He heard Ava squeal and you hushing her. He smiled and walked into the living room to see the two of you drowning in glitter and construction paper, “No wookin' Daddy!” Ava screamed, running toward him at full force. Carmy braced for impact but managed to pick up the small child, and he shot you a look ‘Father’s Day card’ you mouthed. Carmy nodded and picked up his reusable tote bag before carrying Andrea into the kitchen to distract the young girl with his surprise, “When Mommy was pregnant with you… she loved peanut butter.” Carmy said, pulling out a jar from the tote bag. Andrea nodded, kicking her feet while sitting on the counter patiently, “I bought you and Mommy peanut butter cookies.” Andrea smiled making Carmy’s heart swell- she had your smile.

You smiled when you heard squeals coming from the kitchen as you quickly cleared up hiding Carmy’s card in a drawer. You watched from the door frame as Carmy held the girl on his hip in front of the open pantry door. He patiently waited for Andrea to pick out what kind of pasta shape she wanted and you couldn’t help but melt at the sight, watching Carmy be a dad was your favoriate sight to see. You joined the two of them in the kitchen and kissed Carmy’s cheek before stealing Andrea from him, “I hid his card…” you whispered to her.

“Here Daddy!” Andrea yelled as she proudly presented Carmy his Father’s Day card. He smiled even though his pants were now covered with glitter, he smiled “This is beautiful Andi. Thank you.” he looked at the picture of what was meant to be him and Andrea on the front surrounded by glitter hearts and her sloppy handwriting. He squatted down and hugged Andrea tightly before kissing the top of her head. You stood back smiling at the sweet exchange, “Good bye princess. Be good for Mommy okay?” “Okay Daddy!” “I love you.” Andrea giggled and said “I wuv you Daddy!” she let go of Carmy’s neck and ran into the living room.

Carmy turned to you, “I’ll try to get out early, but it’ll probably be the usual time.” you nodded and rubbed your arm nervously. Carmy looked at you as he picked up his backpack from the floor, “You okay, baby?” he questioned when he noticed how tense you were. “I’m pregnant.” Carmy stared at you in disbelief, “Are you fuckin’ with me?” you shook your head and bit your lip nervously. “We’re havin’ another baby?” you nod, and Carmy wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a tight hug, swaying slowly. You melt into the embrace, feeling relief after a few weeks of keeping this surprise/secret from him. “You’re gonna be a dad again…”

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A kiss, perhaps? | Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1048

Synopsis: As of late, Reader has been “forgetting” things after Hellfire meetings to have some extra time with Eddie.

Warnings: Fluff but a little steamy, unnecessarily detailed description of D&D, Eddie’s a bit out of character, kissings, janitor cock block, no smut, reader is shorter than Eddie, very very small reference to Eddie being a sadist (blink and you’ll miss it)

Author’s Notes: This is actually my first fic so please feel free to message me with any critics or suggestions you may have <3

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“YEEESS!” Dustin screeches into your ear as the final battle of the final battle of the campaign closes with a victory. You silently wonder whether or not you will suffer permanent hearing loss. The freshmen members of Hellfire are easy to love, but their level of enthusiasm can be… challenging at some times.

Once Eddie finishes the epilogue, The Party begins packing up. Dice are returned to their bags and character sheets are slipped into binders for a final time. As the Dungeon Master, Eddie always takes the longest which means he’s usually left alone for a few minutes in the dimly lit room Hellfire plays in. Recently however, this has not been the case.

“Oh, damn.” You say, stopping abruptly past the set of doors leading out of Hawkins High.

“Let me guess,” Mike says in an annoyed tone. “You forgot something again?” Whether said tone was due to his character dying in the final battle or that this was your fifth week in a row ‘forgetting something,’ who’s to say?

“You guys go on without me, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You respond as you walk back into the school. The motion sensor lights flicker back on revealing dingy linoleum tile and beat up yellow lockers. You’ve always found being in the school this late at night to be eerie. Something about the normally packed halls being empty is so… off putting.

When you re-enter the classroom, Eddie is leaning over the table organizing some papers. You nearly laugh at the way his hair cloaks his face and possessions on the table. He wouldn’t even need a DM screen if he kept this posture throughout the session.

“I think I forgot my bag in here,” you announce with a confused look on your face that was almost convincing. You fake search for your bag in a cabinet near the door.

“Mmhm, the one over your shoulder?” With his remark, you stop your pretend search to gasp and act shocked by the location of your bag. Walking around the table, you dramatically throw it onto one of the chairs.

Eddie looks up from his papers. “Y’know, they're gonna catch onto that eventually. There’s only so many times you can forget something before it becomes unconvincing.” He says, as he also walks along the border of the table, meeting you halfway.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” you say coyly, briefly staring at his lips before looking back up at his deep brown eyes. “I am simply an incredibly forgetful person.” Taking the hint, Eddie circles his arm around your waist and pulls you in. He hovers his lips above yours, but right as you lean in to join them…

“Hell of a way to end a campaign, right?” He says leaning back with a poorly concealed grin on his face. You contemplate leaving the room entirely, you came in here to make out and all the man wants is for you to praise his campaigns.

“Ehh, it was alright.” You watch his grin fall slightly, before he rebuild his cocky facade as he rebuttals:

“You're just mad I didn’t let you use Harm to its full extent against the undead.”

“I could have saved Mike’s PC!” You exclaim. “The poor boy is heartbroken. Besides, I thought you might be a little more generous to your significant other but clearly I was wrong.” You cross your arms and turn away as though you are genuinely upset. However, you're the best Roleplayer in Hellfire club, so Eddie knows better than to take you seriously.

He steps forward and hugs you from behind. Turning his head toward your ear, he says “I’m sorry baby, how can I make it up to you?” in a soft voice. You turn in his arms and pretend to contemplate what he could possibly do.

“A kiss, perhaps?” You say, looking up at him.

“Well,” he pauses to consider your offer. “For the horrendous crime of being a good DM, I suppose a kiss is a simple punishment to carry out.” Eddie finishes dramatically. Your face scrunches up as you go to scold him for implying that a kiss with you would be an unpleasant thing to undergo, but before you can get anything out he captures your lips.

This isn’t the first time you kissed, far from it. Regardless, the man before you has a way of making everything seem magical, maybe it’s all that Tolkien he reads. One of his hands slowly moves from your lower back to cup the side of your face. His thumb keeps a consistent motion against your cheek as your lips shift against his. Your hands intertwine behind his head, lightly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He discreetly turns the both of you around before taking two steps forward. Resulting in you somewhat awkwardly running into the table and knocking over some miniatures Eddie used for the final battle. However, the battle map and any chance of damaging it had been long forgotten.

You slide onto the table and Eddie settles between your legs. He leans over you as his hand on your back snakes under your shirt, pressing into your bare skin to bring your bodies impossibly closer. He lightly swipes his tongue against your lips, silently asking for permission he already knows he has. At the same time, his hand curls to bring his nails to your back. You moan at this new sensation, allowing him to explore past your flushed lips.

Suddenly there’s a loud smack outside the door. Worried you’ve been caught, you separate from each other. When it becomes apparent the noise was a janitor dropping his mop, you both sigh and wait silently for the sound of the bucket and the man's footsteps to become more distant.

“Well,” you say, clearing your throat. Eddie and you laugh for a moment before you start helping him to get the rest of his stuff packed away.

“Can I, uh, drive you back home.” Eddie offers when you both finally gather your bags and begin the walk out to the parking lot.

“Sure, but only if I get to play my music.” You respond.

“Oh GOD, NO!” Eddie says as the doors to Hawkins High close behind you.

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ladylooch · 11 months

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Hi, can you please write a timo meier smut about timo and reader having rough sex after timo comes home upset that his former Halifax teammate chirped at him "i bet that you never banged a single girl in Halifax, you're so fucking ugly" (this chirp actually happened in arizona during timo's first game with the devils), so reader ends up using the safe word and can't walk the next day, so timo feels bad?

A/N: LMAO, I remember this day. Like idk about these Halifax girls buttttt this girl would be delighted to be plowed by this man. I had a couple different versions of this one, but needed it to end on a softer note to feel comfortable going this far. I also don’t fully understand safe words and the concept, so I took some creative liberties. Thanks for the request!

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ CONTENT. This is a bit edgier than I normally go. If rough sex is a trigger for you, skip this one bby. Reminder that consent and respect are sexy.

Despite his first goal as a Devil coming tonight, Timo is in a mood.

You had been out with some friends and the restaurant didn’t have a TV, so you caught highlights on the NHL app. What the NHL app didn’t show you, was the reason for your boyfriend’s mood when he touched down on the East Coast later.

The second he walked into your condo, he was furiously on edge. He smacked his keys on the counter. He aggressively rolled his suitcase into the bedroom. He came back into the kitchen, where you were eating ice cream, slamming cabinets while getting himself a glass of water.

“Can I help you?” You murmur, biting your inner lip to avoid laughing. He was funny when he was mad, as long as it wasn’t directed at you. Timo stops at the sink, palms pressing into the counter, shoulders tight with tension.

“Yeah, you can be a good girl and get in bed.”

You don’t need to be told again.

You practically run down the hallway, stripping your clothes off for him to find when he decides to follow you. You jump on one leg, taking the last strip of your panties off before diving into the bed. His heavy footsteps echo in the apartment causing excitement to twist your core, beginning to drip between your legs at what is to come. A week of him being away is too much. Way too much, and you’ve missed the relief you feel when his cock edges into you.

He appears in your bedroom, pulling his shirt over his head in one quick tug. Then, he drops his shorts and boxers at the same time, stepping out of them effortlessly as he comes towards you. His strong hands wrap around your legs and he pulls you down. The quickness has your hair fanned out vertically behind you. He crudely runs his fingers through your folds, making you jolt.

“We need some help tonight. I’m going to be rough.” His warning makes goosebumps pop out of your skin, arm hair standing on end. Yes. This is what you want too.

“Yes. Please.” You run your fingers up your body, brushing against the taut peaks of your nipples. He moves your hand away, gripping your breast and stabbing at it with his tongue. He finishes with a bite that makes your back arch. Your eyes are closed, but you feel his warmth disappear until he comes back with a bottle of lube.

“On your knees.” He demands, slapping your thigh to get you to move faster. Your eyes widen, biting your lip as he works you to the correct kneeling height. You feel the lube coat your folds, his fingers working it into every crevice for your pleasure and comfort. His rough strokes on your clit have a moan falling from your mouth.

He’s pumping into you in one quick burst that has your eyes springing open in surprise. You puff out a heavy breath as he leaves you completely then plunges deep again. His rough fingers catch on the soft skin of your ass before he spanks you hard making your skin sting. You bite your lip, trying to look at him over your shoulder as he holds your hips in place while he pounds into you.

The first bump against your cervix is met with a twinge of discomfort, but the overarching theme is still pleasure. He’s put so much lube between the two of you that his fast thrusts are suddenly feeling a little too fast. You don’t even realizing you’re holding your breath until you gasp for new air like you’re suffocating.

“You look like such a slut right now. Broken open like this for me. Taking me so fucking deep.” Desire has his voice dark and menacing. His hand comes to your hair, pulling it into a pony tail to tug the ends close to your scalp. He pulls back until you’re looking at the ceiling, neck and back crudely arched.

Something doesn’t feel right about this.

He can’t see your face, but your body stiffens which makes his next thrust painful. Your brain begins to send signals of discomfort and the next brush against your cervix is agonizing. Rough sex is nothing new between the two of you, but this was a different side of Timo that made you feel uneasy. It almost feels like punishment when he fucks you deeper even after your cry of displeasure.

“T, stop, please.” You demand, jugging your head out of his grasp. He flies out of you, removing every inch of his skin from you and holding his hands up like he’s surrendering. You feel a lump form in your throat from guilt and embarrassment.

“Baby?” He questions, keeping his hands away from you. “Tell me what to do.” You can hear his heavy breathing. You get fully onto your knees, then turn, look at his face. His bottom lip practically trembles in distress. “I’m sorry.” He says when your eyes meet. He can see he has crossed a line with you.

“It’s okay. We are okay. You stopped when I asked.” You reach back, touching his thigh so he knows it’s okay to put his hands on you again. “But I’m done for tonight.” You can already feel the ache settling between your thighs from his thrusts. “Oof.” You whine as you roll to your back. Timo stares down at you, eyebrows pulled together angrily. You can tell he is beating himself up internally. “It’s okay.” You remind him again. Because it is; you’re fine. He respected your boundaries. You feel safe. Now you just want to cuddle. “Come here.” You request. He buries his face between your bare breasts, pressing his nose into the right one at an angle so he can breathe.

Neither of you speak again, but drift off to sleep nakedly clinging to one another.

When you awaken the next morning, Timo is gone. You frown, knowing he doesn’t have practice today. Gingerly, you stand and immediately wince at the throb between your legs. You move to the bathroom, struggling to pee without discomfort. Not only are you sore, but your lack of attention to aftercare may have just given you a UTI. Fucking delightful. You grab a washcloth, running it under ice cold water and settling it against your sore skin. It helps soothe for a moment, but you know an epson salt bath is in your future. While you wait, you pull up TikTok. It isn’t long before the video from last night pops onto your screen.

You probably didn't bang a single girl in Halifax, you're so fucking ugly.

Looking at the description of the video, you see the comment was directed at your boyfriend. No way!? When you see the camera zoom in on the chirper you burst out laughing. Who does this guy think he is? He looks like he smells with his long hair and unkept beard. He’s got some audacity saying that to your man.

This actually explains a lot about last night though. Timo’s edgy behavior. His rapid fucking. His ego was a little bruised. You think it’s time to go find him. The TV is on in the living room, so you know he is still here. You try to walk as normally as you can but the movement has you pulsing between your legs and not in a good way.

“Ooo fuck.” You whine as you grip onto the counter for support as sudden pinch of pain. You look up, seeing Timo staring at you with a regretful expression. You almost wonder if his bottom lip is going to start quivering again.

“I’m so sorry.” He blurts, setting his coffee cup down and coming over to you. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I would never, ever do that on purpose. I feel awful.” He looks awful too, like a sad puppy who just go kicked.

“I know. If I thought that was intentional, I would have left last night.” You reach for his fingers, giving his hand a squeeze. You hate how he’s keeping distance, trying not to touch you out of respect. “Can I have a kiss?” You ask. He nods, leaning down to put a tender kiss on your lips. You trail your tongue out, trying to beckon him into a soft make out session. He caresses your middle back, but keeps his space. “So what happened last night at the game?”

“I feel like you know.”

“I mean I do, but I want to hear about how it lead to what happened between us.”

“It hurt my feelings.” He grumbles. “And I just wanted to not feel like that anymore. You’re always the cure for me.”

“Usually this stuff doesn’t get to you though?”

“This one felt… more personal. I don’t know. I’m also with a new team and still trying to figure everything out, so my confidence is low. It got under my skin.” He shakes his head, looking out at our living room instead of at your face. “I shouldn’t have brought it home to our bed like that.”

“Probably not. But, it was a funny chirp.” You shrug, trying to ease some of the exasperation on his face.

“No it wasn’t! I had plenty of puss-” He purses his lips, remembering who he is talking to. “I got around.” He shrugs, scratching at his scalp then shoving his hair back from his forehead.

“Which is why it’s so funny. Because it’s just not true.” You laugh, stepping forward to bury your face into his chest. “Not true now either.” He smells your hair, deflating into your body as his biceps tighten against your arms.

“Best of my life is right here though.” He murmurs.

“Yeah, I know.” You’re cocky about it, grinning up at him, watching his lips come toward yours. His eyes close, lashes fluttering together in dark wisps. “But you’re gonna have to wait a bit to have it again.”

“I understand. How can I take care of you today?” You scrunch your nose like you’re thinking, but you both know what you want.

“Mmmm, brunch with cocktails. Then we come back here to cuddle and you rub my back until I fall asleep.” He laughs, rolling his eyes at how easy it all is to be with you and make you happy. “And take a bath with me later. You have to go all out with wine and candles too.”

“Anything for you, baby.”

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seaoflove07 · 11 months

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~ Their Deep Waters ~

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️NSFW, Not for Minors!⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

🔪Azusa & Rose🌹

•This is a Commission Fan Fiction written by @afi-mukami All credit goes to her. I couldn’t bring myself to write my own NSFW for Azusa & Rose because I got too shy with myself. 😅 But I’m glad she was willing to do this for me. 🥰 Follow her amazing Oc account @yuriko-tsukino-rp and if you want to read her story with her Diaboy Ship (Ruki Mukami) go Here. Also if you want commissions you can send her a DM on either of her blog accounts.

Note: This is not Azu & Rose's first time getting intimate together. They already have gotten intimate before this scene and he has seen already every inch of her body. The reason Christine covers herself is because sometimes she gets shy and insecure with her body. But precious boy always makes her feel comfortable and gives her many compliments and her insecurities goes away really fast.

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Tiny droplets of water meet the tile floor of the bathroom which is filled with whirling steam. It is almost like the time itself is staying still in the moments like this. There is no hurry, only soothing warmth lingering in the misty air.

Rose reaches for the shower to turn the water off while her long blond curls glue to her back and shoulders, now heavy with dampness. Her hand stops in the middle way as she hears the door opening and bare feet tapping the tiles.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

At a quiet pace.

Turning around, Rose gazes at the door even though she already knows who it is. Of course, she does, for no one else would be allowed here in her private space. Dark hair with greenish touch almost covers Azusa’s face as his intense eyes catch her deep brown eyes of the soul.

This isn’t a coincidence. Rose can tell.

Azusa has no clothes, yet the bandages still snake around his arms and neck, covering the wounds that never truly disappear. This side of him was something not to be expected, yet Rose has learned how to live with it. No, not only live with it. She has accepted her beloved as he is, cherishing him in the way he deserves. In return, he is giving her something that is more precious than any other treasure in this world; his very being.

“Rose…?” Soft voice that doesn’t echo in the room. As Azusa smiles, the steam in the shower room heats up even more, giving soothing warmth an intriguing edge. Curling lips have the power to make Rose’s cheeks feverish, and she hastily rises her arms, covering her breasts and private parts. A tickling sensation runs over her skin for the peering eyes don’t leave her even for a second.

Azusa steps closer, under the water, his fingers wrapping around Rose’s wrists. He pulls her hands gently and carefully, not wanting to hurt her right now. “Let me see… you, Rose… Your body is… beautiful… every inch of you is…”

Heat washes over Rose, her face blazing until the burning finally reaches the tip of her ears. This flaring isn’t unfamiliar, yet not unpleasant either.

“Why are you here, Azu?” Rose’s voice echoes slightly, bouncing back to her ears.

“Rose… you were taking so long…” Azusa sighs. “I felt… lonely… so I came to… join you.”

“But I was just about to leave…” Rose moves her foot, intending to step out. But while Azusa might speak slowly, he is fast when needed. With ease he grabs her, pinning her against the wall.

A sudden coldness. On Rose’s backside. Heated skin meeting coolish hardness. As she catches Azusa’s eyes again, they drag her into well-known waters of fondness, raising tiny waves deep within her.

Swoosh. The water falls over them both.

Silence.

Azusa’s gaze bores into Rose’s just before he lifts his hands and cups her cheeks, leaning closer.

Closer.

Until his lips almost touch hers. She slides her fingertips over his cheekbones, reaching for his already soaked hair and lacing her fingers with it.

“Azu…” Rose’s lips vibrate against Azusa’s.

Too much. Waiting is impossible.

Azusa pulls Rose into a smooch, the tips of his fangs grazing over her bottom lip as she surrenders to his embrace. His mouth is soft and wet on hers as he deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers while their bodies press each other and her back on the slippery wall.

Moans mixing with tender sucking, Rose gasps into Azusa’s mouth just before trapping his bottom lip with hers, gently tormenting it with her teeth.

With just the right amount, pain is a torturous pleasure

and pleasure is candied pain.

Roses have thorns like vampires have their fangs.

Slowly, Azusa’s mouth travels down Rose’s chin and to her neck where he stops, inhaling her scent that has intoxicated him since their first meeting. She is his rose after all. The combination of the elixir of life that bumps in her veins and the flowery fragrance fills his senses in a way that is unimaginable for a human mind. Still, she doesn’t need to be able to form mental images of it since Azusa is more than willing to show how it makes him feel.

And what it makes him yearn…

Tongue wandering along the column of Rose’s neck, Azusa searches for a spot he has yet to mark as his own.

A moment later…

…the white pain.

It strikes Rose as Azusa’s fangs reach the vein, thrusting into her skin and breaking it. Her blood courses through the puncture marks, dancing onto his tongue and in his mouth while she cries out, grabbing his shoulders and digging her nails into his skin.

“So… very sweet. I can’t… get enough of… it, Rose…” Azusa’s moan radiates on her neck as he focuses on sucking her sanguine liquid of life. She pulls him as if trying to drive his fangs deeper, and he wraps his arms around her, embracing her. “I wish… to be the only one… to give you this… sweet pain…” Lapping up the drops that run out, Azusa’s sighs of pleasure mix with her own as she can’t hold back her voice anymore. This pain is indeed a pleasure she is ready to indulge in.

Giving rein to the pain.

The pleasure.

Like there was nothing else.

Leaving the blood slide along Rose’s neck to her chest, Azusa stops to glance at her as she pants, heat coursing on her face. His tongue follows the trail of crimson, slowly reaching her breasts. Cupping one, he kisses the other.

“Soft… I want to… suck more…” Azusa’s mouth closed over one of the sensitive creamy almond-shade tips of Rose’s mounds, caressing it with his lips before sucking it between his teeth as if her breast was a ripe, succulent fruit for him to relish. She can’t help but thrust her chest a bit closer as feverish feeling courses through her veins, making her sink deeper into the ocean of sacred satisfactions.

Azusa cups the underside of Rose’s sweet mounds, continuing to tease them with his kisses and soft sucking, licking over the buds again and again, until they are hard and throbbing under his touch. And yet he is nuzzling Rose’s chest, crazing it with the tips of his fangs as his fingers curled over one, squeezing it gently at first, then a bit rougher.

“Your scent… It’s luring me in… such a sweet and delicious scent… of roses.” Azusa traces the curve of Rose’s breast with the tip of his nose until he reaches the valley between both, smooching it eagerly. His lips travel south and shower her belly with tiny kisses repeatedly. As he lowers himself in front of her, he gazes up as if asking for permission. As her chest heaves Rose nods and almost hits the back of her to the tile wall when the lips of passion met the throbbing heat between her legs.

“You are… perfect, Rose…” Azusa lifts one of Rose’s legs over his shoulder, pressing her against the wall while his tongue glides along her almost embarrassingly damp folds. His hands trace her hips, fingers clenching on the soft flesh when he finds her pulsing pearl.

Licking, sucking.

Rose’s thigh trembles against Azusa’s cheek; the hot spring in her boiling.

Stroking, lapping, petting.

She writhes against his mouth.

Arching, aching.

For him and for him only.

Rose’s sensitive nub is crying from each sweep, and she can’t help but hump into Azusa as he keeps eating her out and drinking deep from her rosy well of pleasure. And the final bold swipe of his tongue sends her spinning into the arms of ecstasy, her digits entwining with his hair as her whines rebound in the moist and misty air of the shower room.

“You look so… beautiful now, Rose… Did you enjoy… that? …I did…”

Nodding and panting, Rose leans against the wall; her fingers still curled with Azusa’s strands until he gently removes them from there, letting her leg slip back on the floor. Kissing her thighs, he leaves tiny bites here and there without breaking her skin. And soon, he is back on his feet again, nudging against her with heaving breath.

A smile swaying on her lips, Rose leans in, sliding her mouth along Azusa’s cheek and reaching for his neck. She bypasses the bandage, kissing his skin right below it. The marble-like skin. She is sucking it before she even realizes it, giving love bites here and there, marking him as he has marked her, for they belong to each other.

Marks. Here and there.

Signs of love. Small bites, not breaking the skin.

She is his as he is hers.

And that should be written all over their bodies.

“My rose is… eager…” Azusa’s moans reach Rose’s ears, making her sigh in between sucking. “Let me… have you…” He presses his hips against hers, rubbing his length on her belly while a moist reminder of his wishes leaves a sticky spot on her skin. Even though the water pouring over them washes the traces off soon enough, the river of craving is already overflowing deep within Rose. As she straightens up, Azusa immediately pushes her back against the wall, grabbing the backsides of her thighs and lifting her, his slightly jerking hardness gliding toward her pearly gates.

For a moment,

nothing moves

but the swooshing water around the couple.

Gazes lock into each other,

the world ceases to exist.

“Azu…”

“Rose…”

Nothing but whispered words, entangling each other as Azusa coats his member with Rose’s liquid of love and lust. He teases her entrance as if wanting to release the flood, making her body arch from anticipation.

Finally,

pressing into her,

he forces her walls

to stretch

and tighten

repeatedly with his gentle intrusion.

Groans and moans fill Rose’s ears as Azusa keeps bouncing in her at a steady pace. Fingers clench around her thighs, holding her still as he thrusts, thrusts, thrusts. Lost in pounding, Rose sinks her digits into Azusa’s back, her nails leaving red trails with each push.

Trailways of lust.

Paths of pleasure.

Rose meets Azusa’s driving rhythm beat to beat as he starts to move faster, his hardness filling her. Everything but her need is stripping away, nothing else matters at the moment but Azusa holding her and shoving his shaft into her deep dampness. Melting around him, she gives in to the waves turning into tides, sailing to the sea of yearning and bliss.

“You’re moaning… do you like it?”

Hips bucking, length jerking, Azusa keeps plundering into Rose. Her inner walls ripple against him, quaking and trembling as the tension builds up more and more. Her hips meeting his strokes eagerly, fueled by her own passion, she locks her legs around him and holds him captive to her craving. Each shove is deep and possessive, telling her to whom she belongs.

“Are you feeling… good, Rose? I am… haa…”

As Azusa keeps going Rose is hauled further and further in the storming sea of gratification. Her body vibrates in response to every single waving buck of hips, her toes curling, back arching as the whirlpool of pleasure catches her and all of her cells awash with overlapping tidal waves of contentment and satisfaction. Her heart pounds and her muscles quiver while the Milky Way sparkles over her ocean as she cums in cascading waves.

But the sea is wide as Azusa keeps sailing with Rose. Pressing her tight against the wall, he groans her name into her ear with each shove, increasing his pace.

Until.

He stops.

The seeds of love shots into the depths of the hidden well at the exact instant as his fangs sink through the column of Rose’s neck. Her life guttering into him like his flows into her. And for a moment they are one.

“Rose… I wish you… knew… how much… I love you.”

Rose smiles, panting as Azusa lets her feet land on the floor. “I do know, Azusa.” Cupping his cheeks, she gazes at him. Her bosom heaves at the pace of her still heavy breathing. “I love you so much too.”

No words are needed as Azusa kisses her again, carrying her into another realm with his lips.

The realm that belongs only to them.

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