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norrisleclercf1 · 2 years

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My Pillows

Pairing: Pierre x reader

Rating: R

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), slight praise, dirty talk, hint of switch!pierre, soft sex, aftercare, p in v, oral (f receiving), hint of cockwarming

Synopsis: Cuddles and movies turn into soft sex with your boyfriend.

Request: Sooo I’m sitting here thinking soft ooey-gooey thoughts about reader and Pierre snuggling on a couch. They are wearing oversized sweaters, hot coco in cute festive mugs, and there is one of those awful hallmark autumn themed murder-mystery/ rom-com movies playing softly in the background 🥰🥹I’m so sorry that pierre has a chokehold on me, but I’m making it both of our problems 💗

If there was one thing that Pierre loved about rainy days, it was being able to lay on top of you. On days like these, you loved turning on crappy hallmark movies, wearing one of his sweaters and a pair of soft undies, and that was it.

He came home from practice to you in the dark with your favorite autumn candle lit, casting a soft glow on your face. On TV was a crappy murder-mystery rom-com as you just lay under a blanket. A half asleep look on your face, he sets down his keys and takes off his wet raincoat hanging it up, so it dries.

Walking over, he crouches down; his fingers ghost your face moving some hair out of your face. “Mon Doudou, are you comfortable?” He whispers, kissing the tip of your nose, making a sleepy smile appear on your face.

“Join me?” You whisper back, something about talking in a normal tone, making you wince slightly, the soft words easier on you. “Let me change.” He mumbles as he goes to change.

He comes back wearing flannel pajama pants, and that is it, wanting to feel the heat on his chest, something comforting about it. You don't move as he lifts the blanket and lays down on top of you. He moves around, resting his head perfectly on your chest; he loves using your breasts as pillows.

You smile and move the hand behind your head into his hair. Playing with his hair was a comfort for you; it was soft and complete, and the curls hugged your fingers when you combed them.

No one says a word for a while until the movie ends and Pierre shifts slightly, jarring you awake. “It's always the stepmother, honestly. It's cliche; give us a good plot twist next time.” He grumbles and presses a kiss to your sternum before turning his head towards the tv again.

You hum and move your hand to his exposed back, nails softly scraping his back. Pierre shivers slightly, the scratches comforting as a new movie comes on. Something along the lines of a girl inheriting a family ancestry house with a mysterious boy taking care of the house and a secret room.

Pierre never admitted it, but he always got sucked into the films; they were mind-numbing entertainment for him, and for him, he didn't need to take you out on fancy dates or lavish you with expensive gifts; for you, you just needed him and peaceful days like this.

You arch up slightly, getting yourself comfortable again, which Pierre groans, feeling your hips press against him. You give a soft giggle with Pierre’s hands gripping your waist.

“Easy, baby.” He kisses your stomach, which has you laugh, your tummy being ticklish for you.

“What? I was getting comfortable.” You yawn, relaxing into his hold. Pierre rolls his eyes and grabs the bottom of the sweater, and looks up at you.

“May I take this off you?” His attention is now on you instead of the movie.

“Yes.” you huff arching up for him to take it off you quickly.

He peels the sweater off your skin and drops it on the floor, your skin burning from how warm you are. Lips trace every inch of your skin as Pierre pulls the blanket off you, cool air nipping your tits, making them hard.

His eyes sparkle, his hands rough from callouses he got from working out, deliciously scratching you. His thumbs rub over your nipples, causing a soft huff to pass your lips; Pierre moves up slightly and takes advantage of your open mouth.

Tongues mesh together, neither fighting for dominance, just enjoying each other's comfort; he pulls away, teeth biting on your bottom lip, sucking it back into his mouth. Nothing about this was a rush or a standard part; it was taking your time, enjoying each other's taste, scent, and feel.

You moan and break the kiss, neck exposed as Pierre moves to your neck, leaving small dark hickies in his wake as he returns to your breasts. He sits up, leaning on his heels, soaking up your presence. You took deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart, hair meshed into the couch pillows, lips wet, and chest rising and falling quickly.

His eyes drag to your panties, and he stops seeing a dark spot and smiles to himself; his fingers trace down your stomach to the damp area and push the pad of his two middle fingers against you. A whimper passes your lips as you jut your hips into his fingers, loving the pressure against your clit.

“Pierre,” you mumble, which has him hook his fingers on both sides of your hips and pull your undies down. You hadn't shaved in a while, but he never cared; he loved you, which meant all of you.

“Let me take my time.” He mumbles and shuffles down the couch before laying on his stomach and putting both hands on the inside of your thighs and pressing them apart, exposing you to him.

“Okay.” you gasp, feeling his warm breath against your core, but whimper when you feel his lips kiss your clit gently. Pierre loved eating you out, and it was something about you trusting him enough to go down you and watching you become unfold just from his tongue and lips.

He moves his tongue in slow letters, having learned the alphabet trick, and pushes two fingers gently into you. You move your hips in slow, tight circles drawing up the pressure of your orgasm.

“Cum on my tongue,” Pierre mumbles, croaking his fingers inside you and making the letter g against you, having you clamp down on his fingers, grinding faster as you chase the orgasm. Ragged breaths leave your mouth as you calm your heart, Pierre smiling and kissing you on the cheek.

“So gorgeous when you come.” He whispers, pushing the hair off your sweaty forehead. “Make love to me,” you mumble, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He couldn't help the blush that covered his have as he cleared his throat before giggling at your words. He looks down and moves to get a condom, but you stop him.

“It's alright, im on the pill.” you remind him, your legs tight around his waist, stopping him from leaving your perfect cacoon.

“Okay.” He whispers and lays down on top of you again but keeps your legs spread as he peels his pants off, making you bite your lip. Hand scratching down his toned chest, abdomen, and to his cock. He was perfect. He was the right size and veiny; you loved it.

Pierre groans. His body was getting ridged as you stroked him up and down, licking his lips before biting them as he groaned, thrusting into your hand. “Fuck me, not my hand, baby boy,” you whisper, making Pierre whine and nod, kissing you gently.

He looks down and lines up before gradually entering you. Both sigh in relief when he bottoms out and waits, just enjoying how you coil around him. He always loved being inside you, fuck just thinking about staying like this was erotic enough for you both. But right now, he wanted more.

With slow thrusts, he watches as you moan; head is thrown back as you burn alive, feeling every inch of him inside you. Pierre lays his weight on you as you wrap your arms around one another. His thrusts are slow and deep, loving the small whimpers and breathy moans he drags from you.

“I love you.” You whisper in his ear; turning his head; he kisses you deeply and starts to pick up the pace; you feel an arm wrap around your left leg and lift it to rest on his shoulder. The new angle hits your G-spot, which has you whimpering.

“Are you going to come again, my love? Hm? You've been so good to me; I think you deserve it.” Pierre gasps, moving quicker inside you.

“Yes, yes, please, Pierre. I wanna cum.” You plead, to which Pierre nods, sweat dripping down his forehead, and angle his hips hitting your G-spot, the feeling like a scratch you couldn't read was finally getting scratched.

“Oh God!” you cry, arms tight around his neck as your pussy clamps down, milking his cock.

“I'm right here, baby; no need to call for me.” Pierre teases, making you laugh softly, exhausted.

Pierre groans, having cummed inside you, and pulls away, which has you reaching for him. “I'll be right back; I’m just getting something to clean us up with.” He explains. Pierre walks down the hallway, practically glowing, but the candles are striking his tanned skin.

He comes back with a warm wash cloth and wipes down your face, chest, and your pussy, making you wince, always sensitive after sex. He smiles and grabs the second washcloth, and cleans himself up before laying back down.

You grab him, and he smiles and moves, laying his face on the tits, smiling, which has you giggle. The movie now grabs both your attention. “Fuck, it was a grandmother.” Pierre gasps, and you, too, are shocked by the plot twist. “We've gotta start the movie over.” Pierre grabs the remote, instantly hitting replay as you both sink into each other and enjoy the movie.

#f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1 imagine #f1 2022 #f1 scenario #formula one #pierre x reader #pierre imagine #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly #Pierre gasly smut #pierre gasly f1 #pierre fluff #pierre scenario

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spideystevie · 1 year

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can I request prompt 13 with HANGMAN? so excited that you're writing for tgm now 🥹

i am also excited anon! thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy <3 (1k)

13. kissing someone’s forehead

The Hard Deck is a little busier than normal tonight, partially from the weekend and partially from the scattered rainfall you’d narrowly avoided getting caught in on your way over. Still, you’d managed to get a light spattering of raindrops on your hair and clothes.

You hear everyone before you see them. Rowdy yells and encouraging cheers echoing from some place tucked away in a corner of the bar. The nerves in your stomach pinch and twist as you make your way over, searching for the familiar face of your best friend.

You’d only met a few of his friends from the Navy a handful of times and even though you were explicitly invited to come out with them tonight, you were still a little nervous.

The sound of Jake’s laugh carries over the crowds, something you’d be able to recognize from any distance away in any crowd. The two of you lock eyes at the same time, almost like you were able to sense the other looking subconsciously.

Something in you relaxes, the sight of his smile like a soothing balm to your nerves. He waves you over with the hand not holding the pool stick. It’s nice to see him around his new friends, all of them out of uniform and in their casual wear.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greets, straightening up from where he’d been sitting against the pool table. You try to ignore the swarm that grows in your stomach at the nickname and hope your smile doesn’t give you away.

“Hey,” you breathe out once you get close enough. You squish yourself into his side, your arm coming to wrap around him. It’s second nature for your hand to rub up and down his back, fingers spread. His shoulders relax and his arm comes up to wrap around your own shoulders.

Jake’s hand squeezes your shoulder and pulls you into him even more. He leans his head down just enough for his lips to press against your forehead. It’s a gentle comfort, one that makes a gooey warmth travel from your head to your toes.

You can’t help the smile that forms as you look up at him, his own smile making the corners of his eyes crinkle. You’re only a little bit aware of the eyes burning holes into the two of you but when someone clears their throat you blink hard and look away.

“You remember everyone?” Jake asks, the slightest flush of red on his cheeks. Your eyes scan the crowd, taking in the familiar faces even if you don’t really remember everyone’s names all that well. Almost like he can sense this, he insists on pointing out who everybody is though he only gives you their callsigns.

“It’s good to see you, again,” Rooster says, a genuine smile on his face. He’s got sunglasses pushed onto the top of his head, though the sun has disappeared behind clouds, and he’s wearing one of those cheesy Hawaiian shirts.

“You too,” you nod, feeling a little shy in front of everyone. It doesn’t take long for everyone to resume what they had been up to right before you arrived and it eases some of the tension from your shoulders. Jake squeezes the one his hand is still resting on.

“D’you need a drink?” he dips his head down to ask, lips close to the shell of your ear. A buzz settles beneath your skin.

“Please,” you respond and Jake nods. He squeezes your shoulder once more, pushing his pool stick into your hand before he’s disappearing in the direction of the bar. You’re not sure what to do with it as you sit and wait.

“Do you play?” someone asks to your right, Phoenix, you think. You shake your head with a slight laugh.

“Oh, god no. I’m a lousy shot, Jake’ll be the first to tell you,” you reply and you don’t miss the way her lips seem to settle into the smallest of smirks. She nods slowly, almost leaning against her own stick.

“Are you two…” she trails off and you swallow, mouth opening and closing while you try to respond. You fluster, nervously twisting the stick between your fingers as you shake your head.

“Oh! No, we..we’re not-he’s not,” you breathe out, trying to steady yourself. “We’re just friends.”

You can tell she doesn’t quite believe you from the way she hums in response, her eyes seeming to see right through you. It’s not like you hadn’t given it thought before, dating your best friend. You just tried to shove the thought as far down as it could go, never to see the light of day.

“Shame,” is all she says, walking around to the other side of the pool table to line up a shot. You blink at her. Jake comes back not a moment too soon, a beer for him and your go-to drink of choice in hand.

“Here you go,” you accept the glass readily, taking a generous drink from it the moment he hands it over. His eyes narrow if only slightly when you say thank you. “You okay?”

“‘Course,” you say, letting yourself smile as you look at him. And really, you are, because he has your drink order memorized and he greets you with a forehead kiss each time he sees you. He nods and takes a swig from his beer before setting it down next to your drink and taking the pool stick from your hand.

The what-if comes naturally as you watch him set up his shot, the thought making you drink again. This time you don’t shove it to the back of your mind, you let it linger and fester in your head, wondering if maybe, just maybe it is a shame you hadn’t acted on it yet. Wondering if there’s a similar thrum of thoughts bouncing around Jake’s head too.

Spoiler alert: there is and he’s at his wit’s end trying to contain it.

#not sure about this one but <3 fuck it we ball <3 #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #hangman #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin fluff #jake hangman seresin fluff #hangman fluff #jake seresin imagine #hangman imagine #jake seresin blurb #hangman blurb #📝: a writes!

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eightmakesonebraincell · 4 months

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Which of the mafia!ateez members who are bad boys but when you are there, they showed their soft side?

ooooh this ask scratches my brain real good because the concept of mafia!ateez is all about cold, ruthless men with grey morals who become soft, gooey and protective only for their s/o 😍🤩

(pls note: this is based purely on the aus and headcanons that i've created for my mafia world)

mafia!hongjoong - tbh he wouldn't be soft for you per se, he'd be more of a textbook simp LMAO. look the mans has got to maintain his image as the big scary mafia boss. but the person who really runs the show? you. just say the word and he will be contacting all of his connections, pulling in all his owed favours, utilising all his resources and men; basically anything and everything he can do for you

mafia!seonghwa - if joong is the textbook definition of a simp then seonghwa is the textbook definition of soft 🥹🫶 given your history of trauma as well, seonghwa makes sure to shower you with the gentlest and most tender love that he can give you. you make his life so much more domestic and homey and cozy he feels his heart literally burst every time he looks at you

mafia!yunho - he's also very very soft for you. yunho's nearly lost you once (and by his own hands at that) so he's never going to want to see you get hurt ever again. you always have to remind him that you can do things by yourself but it must be the height difference or sth because the man won't doesn't hear a word. but in saying that, this man also finds joy in teasing and pranking you

mafia!yeosang - hmm yeosang was a bit of a tricky one to think about. growing up, you were the one who took care of him a lot of the times (if we're being real i'm pretty sure most of us want to baby him) and so he was mostly just comfortable with you. i think eventually though, once he became your bodyguard and he started to notice that hang on, you're actually shorter and smoller than him now, the dynamic started to change. yeosang probably doesn't even realise that he's got a soft spot for you

mafia!san - hoOOO OKAY san is soft yes but you drive his protective instincts wild. like he is the type to watch the whole world burn if anyone hurts you. he can never really ever forget that night when you turned up at his apartment, vulnerable and asking for his help. he'd put himself between you and the rest of the world in a heartbeat

mafia!mingi - ik a couple of the other teezers have a civilian s/o too, but for mingi in particular, the fact that you're a normal civilian (that he accidentally dragged into his mafia mess) makes him that much softer when he's around you. he's honest with you and will answer your questions if you ever ask, but there's a larger part of him that wants to keep you far far away from his crimes. you see the best in him and if he could, he wants to only show you that side of him forever

mafia!wooyoung - textbook simp #2 like this boy CANNOT. and i say C A N N O T hide his affection for you to save his life (you definitely get kidnapped once a month because of how obvious he makes it that you're his lover). but wooyoung's affection comes hand in hand with brattiness so he will make it his mission to test how far he can drive you up the wall 🙄

mafia!jongho - jongho is definitely soft, but it's a lot more subtle than the other members. he doesn't express it so much with words or touch but you can see his softness clear as day in the things that he does for you. like FIRST UP the whole joining the mafia to bring justice to your dad's death???? he quite literally upended his whole life for you 🫵 i think also the fact that you two have known each other since you were children plays a part in the subtlety of his soft affection. he knows you like the back of his hand and he'll do things for you without ever being asked and without asking for acknowledgement

#loren answers #sadfragilegirl #< what a mood #thanks for the ask this was such an indulgent one to answer #also i was originally going to make this a mtl #but then i kept putting them all tied for first place #so i was like well this ain't working 🧐#mafia!ateez #mafia ateez

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judeswhore · 9 months

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Jude being at one of your family gatherings and he’s so good with your nieces and nephews/children in general. just going to the bathroom for a minute and coming back to Jude having a baby in his hands rocking them to sleep and he’s so natural with it like he knows what he’s doing, or he’s running around and playing football with the kids with the biggest smile on his face and your just so proud to call him your bf🥹

It’s just so cute and now you’re contemplating if you want a mini you running around your house with Jude, causing horrible messes but the best memories😭

he just loves kids so whenever ur at family gatherings he always gravitates towards them and they all love him, like wanting to play football w him and show off their skills or asking him to spin them around or put them on his shoulders and run around w them :(( and like ur little nieces having the biggest crushes on him so they’ll always get so shy and giggly around him but will cling to him and are always giving him gifts like pictures they’ve painted for him at school and it’s just so so sweet. u absolutely love seeing him w ur family bc he’s always so happy and it makes ur heart literally burst with love for him. but then seeing him one time holding one of the younger babies in his arms and he’s not paying any attention to anything by the baby, rocking them and cooing all soft, muttering to them while he tries to put them to sleep and ur just looking at him all gooey and mushy, knowing right then that u want a family w him bc he’s just so perfect and all u want is a little jude :( going up to him and settling into his side and he just gives ur head a kiss before being all “finally got them to stop crying” and u just can’t stop looking at him w this big smile so he’s pulling a face at u and asking why ur ogling him and ur just shrugging and telling him “ur gna be a great dad y’know”

#hey jude :)

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stillfrownyclownlol · 5 months

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Happy birthday Ben hopefully you'll get MORE CLOTHES

Some hcs for him <3

-He has a hard time shopping because of his size thats why he just has the same clothes :") It doesn't help that he...yk...doesn't really like shopping either 💀 (Ik this isn't the real reason but idc). He has a hard time finding shoes too 😔

-fastest writer in the gang because after his injury sometimes he would need to write to communicate and he needed to learn how to write quickly and efficiently.

-A little superstitious and got stressed af when Aiden would do those "ghost challenges" (like saying Bloody Mary in a mirror in the dark or Charlie Charlie or whatever) 😭

-He can fall asleep in like 5 seconds and he's a deep sleeper too. You better not bother him or I'll throw hands :) LET HIM SLEEP

-insect fan :) Just lil guys tryna do their thing...so misunderstood...just like him...Of course his favourites are ladybugs ;D He feels like he needs their good luck!

-he's tried writing before too besides drawing but he doesn't enjoy it as much. Also type of guy who doesn't care if people can see him sketching in his journal...the opposite of us LMAO

-good poker face since he's constantly repressing his emotions 🫠 if only he knew how to play...

-hes so fluffy. Lil soft guy. Say nice things to him pls. It makes him gooey. Marshmallow of a boy. He loves compliments 🥹

-Has a lot of scars from street fighting, mostly on his hands and arms.

-he has a counselor at school he goes to when he gets really upset. Usually Aiden goes with him as a...precaution.

-Ngl I think he'd be SOOO into Studio Ghibli movies and he'd cry watching all of them (kind of a romantic too)

-Likes blowing those lil party horns for birthdays and new years it enriches him.

-Mild phobia of fire that developed after he found that the gang had attacked and burned his house.

-His favourite food is sammiches :)

-When Lily was a baby, he used to sing her lullabies to help her sleep, and sometimes she would fall asleep under his arm if he was holding her.

I love him :D

#sbg #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon)#ben clark

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 10 months

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Look….more mommy hwa and more answered asks about Christopher being possessive and freaky…

I needed this thank you 🥹

Today is very very hard and I’m feeling a lot of hard feelings and life rn so overwhelming and confusing. I’m the type of person who’s got a hard shell but it’s made of like bulletproof armor on the outside but I’m v gooey and sensitive inside. I didn’t realize I needed some good brainrot inducing delulu soup to distract me so 🤌🏻 thank you

CW: WHORNY AF HARD THOTS AND DELULU SOUP

So Christopher *sigh* idk what I want to ask just my aqua sun6h/Scorpio moon3h/Leo rising/aqua Mercury 7h/sag Venus5h/Leo mars1h ass is like…………

Imagine him like soft dom but so so so into like corruption but not necessarily always meaning inexperienced partner, but maybe inexperienced in all the kinks and little taboos. I read him as wanting to break someone who’s normally very strong minded and kept together and so like very much Brat Tamer I guess. Like after he makes you cum on his mouth and then on his fingers, he wants to degrade you in the gentlest way and praise you, his voice saccharine, while he manhandles you and fucks you hard. You’re cock drunk and starting to cry a little from how good it feels and from the overstimulation. The type to make you tell him out loud what you want and where you want him and that you don’t want him to stop and make you beg him to cum and tell him how good he feels and that only he does that to you bc he’s possessive and he’s got an ego and needs you to need him in every way possible.

something about him and his Gemini rising tells me he might be good with his hands ~that might be my hand kink tho clouding my judgement(Gemini Lilith 😅) ~ *cough*cough*

ANYWAYS

He wants to break you open and make sure you can be that vulnerable and submissive to him and him only, also to know you at a very deep level. Whether you get to know him at that deep of a level is another story and depends on how deep he is in his fuckboy ways. He wants you a lady in the streets and HIS freak in the sheets. But he totally wants to corrupt you and his sag mars: he wants to try new shit with you and be adventurous and explore new kinks etc etc.

Every break down of this man’s chart has me like “oh yes pls, 😊. yes ma’am I’ll take one, where do I purchase this?”

And everyone’s like he’s this and that and potentially toxic in these ways and idk if I’m enamored by his Libra charm or what but I’m like “I can handle him, the question is actually ‘Can he handle me?’” and it’s very delulu but also I think that thought is kinda true. (hypothetically and astrologically speaking) In my little brainrot soup for the night 🥰

I can’t even begin on mommy Hwa and the gooey lovey mess he turns my brain into. Something about him is so tender but also like so so so so so freaky but like gentle but so fucking kinky? Idk that man + mommy kink + body worship + needy/clingy doms is so so so good. You’re one of my fav fic writers, and my fav mommy hwa enthusiast. Thank you for serving and thank you for your brain and thank you for the distraction on a hard day like today 🖤

Much appreciate, have a lovely rest of your week, and as always cool pillow on both sides for you!

I CANT PUT PICS IN ANONYMOUS ASKS WTF…. Fuck it I’ll go off anon for this

This is 🖤Anon on my side blog/lurk account 😅

I am ending tonight's 2 hour post of going through my asks with this absolute banger of an ask from @youre-alittle-taste-of-hell and also hi Izzy!

I'm Ruby! It's nice meeting you *hugs*

I understand how life can feeling overwhelming and frustrating when things don't go you way. I am also a golden retriever disguised as a black cat and us fire placements want love and care too.

I hope things get better for you <3

Imagine him like soft dom but so so so into like corruption but not necessarily always meaning inexperienced partner, but maybe inexperienced in all the kinks and little taboos.

This section has me feeling shit at 10:33 pm on a Tuesday afternoon while watching Chris D'Elia 'Man On Fire' on Netflix.

I just love how Bang Chan stans have silently agreed that Chan's corruption kink is fucking massive and do we have any physical evidence?

No-

But with his massive caregiver complex and Daddy kink, it kinda goes hand in hand.

I can just imagine that paragraph so vividly just him covered in sweat, his black hair sticking to the sides of his face and his mouth all shiny with spit and your cum just smirking at how fucked out you are, your eyes are beginning to cross and there's drool against the pillow.

'Don't black out on me yet baby girl, mmmh? Daddy still needs to cum'

OR...OR!!!

You're crying and sobbing against the pillow because he's edged you within an inch of your breath and the pressure is so tight it HURTS and your legs are spasming and face contorted with need as you just beg your pretty heart out.

'Please, I can't take it anymore, please make me cum, I'll do anything, please Daddy i just need it'

And then he would hover over you, wipe the drool from your mouth and press gentle kisses across your face as he pushes himself into you.

'See, that wasn't so hard wasn't it? Daddy will always reward my baby girl when she asks for something yeah?'

I also don't know how ppl enjoy being edged so severely man, I would tap out after 20 mins.

Overstimulation all the way for me.

Yeah, his Gemini Rising means he would be an exceptional kisser and great with his fingers.

His Libra stellium also means he has amazing stroke game but moving back to the kissing.

I feel like he would be a messy kisser (in a good way) like the loud smacking noises, drool and spit, definitely makes little sighs and noises of satisfaction in between kisses.

When Chan leaves his fuckboi era, sex would be incredibly emotionally intimate because he loves and adores how he sees you in a way no one does.

I have this thought that sex with Bang Chan could be so intimate, you would both end up crying and not in a dacryphilia way but in a 'i fucking love you so much and it's so emotional' way.

As much as Bang Chan likes fucking, he enjoys making love more.

And here's the thing right, Bang Chan's frontal lobe has developed so he doesn't even has the neurological excuse of 'well his brain is not fully developed yet' because NOW IT IS.

Also, your placements are low-key intimidating because wow, they are powerful.

I think Bang Chan would like the challenge of being able to handle you.

Seonghwa is definitely freaky and kinky and is very hardcore, he likes it hard, he likes it rough, he prefers a jackhammering pace (which is a bit of an ick of me because that doesn't sound enjoyable but okay).

I think the reason why jackhammering gives me an ick is because rough and fast doesn't always mean good okay?

I think a slow but deep and firm pace is better because you can get a better angle and hit the right spot every time.

But I also understand that some ppl like being treated like a battering ram during sex and that is also okay.

He would give you brilliant aftercare and reassurance though and that's what matters.

Thank you for the thirst my sweet, I will gobble this up and use this as my fantasy thoughts for sleep tonight.

Yum yum.

#🖤 anon #answered ask #moot #anon ask #slumber party with ruby #astrology talk with ruby #bang chan x reader #bang chan hard thoughts #kpop astrology #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa hard thoughts #mommy!hwa #mommy seonghwa

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mitochondriencocktail · 5 months

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"I WILL be thinking about the earnestness with which he answered and took it at face value and the undeniable love they share in their friendship"

shipping aside, their friendship is so important to me 🥹 i just love how comfortable they are with each other and how they can discuss everything and just be happy for each other knowing they are going in the right direction as bojan said 🥰

the way they both care about each other's well-being is just precious too 🥹 like bojan not asking him to join them on tour because he knew jere was on his break, and jere still joining them and making sure bojan and the guys enjoyed their stay in finland despite the tight schedule, like in that ig live he made sure to ask if bojan was happy, even if he was tired 😭 getting them that popular bbq, joining the gigs, taking bojan to karaoke again knowing how much fun they had last time (and now bojan considering that their perfect date 😭) i love them so much!!!

Oh fr I adore their friendship 💘🥺💚❤️ I first and foremost think that’s what’s important to us all as fans? Like fandom fun aside, knowing they have such a loving, caring bond is what really just makes me soft and gooey. Finding solace in someone else, someone who’s also dealing with this sudden media explosion, who has similar goals and views and can help you relax and forget for a while, is such a tender experience.

While I do write fic, I do wanna say that the beauty of a purely platonic friendship like that is so so so sweet to me and so important for people to see. We should all love our friends, cherish them, adore them. And they’re both such “heart-on-the-sleeve” people that it just comes so naturally to them to show that kind of affection.

I’m sure I’m not alone in hoping they can hang out in March, and whatever they show us glimpses of, I’ll be grateful. But mainly I hope they keep a good amount to themselves to protect their time and friendship 💘

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soliloquent-stark · 23 days

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this is a bit all over the place, don't mind me. and don't keep reading if you dislike gooey stuff.

as you might know from the lovely asks i was sent (thank you, everyone 💗) it was my birthday yesterday. and unfortunately, as it often happens, some things didn't go so well. i won't go into details, but it was tough, and it sucked to cry on my birthday more than usual (teenage trauma throwback, am i rite) though i admit it was really handy to have a cake to absorb all the tears right up. 🤭

but good things happened, too! and almost all of them had one common denominator: k! (typing it out like this is so silly. she has a name. but for all intents and purposes, she's simply ✨k✨).

without even getting into the actual gifts that my fiancée got me this year—which are as always perfect and thoughtful and useful and just magic—or the cake, or the flowers, or anything else, i wanted to specifically showcase the marvel related stuff that put such a smile on my face:

yes, that balloon gave me heart attacks whenever i walked into the room. yes, i pretended to hate cringy cowboy seb then ended up giggling and blushing every time i looked at him. yes, the spiderman gift bag is from the children's section and we've gifted it back and forth at various occasions for over a year now.

also a superfamily celebration:

i loved feeling like a four year old little boy with my spiderman cake topper <3.

and i obviously won't share the rest of what she wrote, but the card included some sweet quotes i genuinely was so moved by, then i realised they sounded familiar, then i realised it's from my hedgehog fic (which was a gift to her, so honestly we're just throwing the same quotes back and forth pretending it's about steve and tony. it was never about steve and tony).

quoting my own writing back to me?? hello?? queen behaviour right there. also peak moment for me.

(side note, that's not even all the marvel stuff i got from her this birthday. i didn't include any gifts in this post. also, i wish there was a way to show everyone just how many marvel things we own (including fanmade posters, stickers, zines etc. support creators if you can. ❤️) and how much that shocks some people who visit us because it doesn't seem like it goes with the sapphic-grandma core we got going on. oh well, it does now.)

it would be impossible to list why k is the best person in the world without writing actual novels (believe me, i have tried and it was very long) and sharing way too much about her story. but just trust me when i say she is the best friend you could ever have, and she makes me feel so loved and appreciated every single day, which makes special occasions even harder because how do you even top that? well, she still manages to. every time. 🥺

i guess the point of this was to share some appreciation and further my k propaganda, because i can see all the effort and care she lovingly puts into everything she does for other people, and to let everyone know just how much of an angel she is. i don't care if it's corny. and if you've ever seen a comment written by whinysteve, or read her excited tags on a reblog, or directly talked to her, or simply perceived her existence in any form, you already know she's the fucking best. it's not an act, it's all real. should get my shit together and finally wife her up. 🥹

tl;dr: she makes any moment better by just being there; and when she sets her mind to it, you will feel the power of her kindness. at the end of day, to be loved is to be seen. and she's got the world record for best vision. ❤️‍🩹

#getting personal on main sorry folks ✌🏻️#did i just make my birthday post all about her? yes and what of it #i am a simple girl. i see whinysteve and i fall in love

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lys-9-10 · 1 year

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I love love love how when hinata absolutely shuts down Kageyama’s top-ranked serve as his very first move in his pro debut, Kageyama isn’t even a little disgruntled he just GRINS like it’s the very thing he wanted to see and then, still grinning, says “took you long enough” like *yes* he’s been thinking of Shoyo the whole time he’s been gone and impatiently waiting for him to return and for them to be reunited on the court and for Shoyo to prove his worth in pros b/c *yes* Kageyama is proud as hell of his beloved spiker but will never say it in so many clear words so he just GRINS and says it in Kageyama language but Kageyama we know we know 🥹💗🥹💗🥹 and ur not the only one who’s smiling Kags b/c me I just smiled stupidly at this page for a good ten minutes, just soaking in the gooey delicious feeling in my gut 🥹💗

#srry for the spamming this time skip is positively nourishing me and I can’t not share #yes I’m still reading the manga for the first time #hq timeskip #kagehina #kghn #haikyuu!!#kageyama x hinata #hq

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coltrainbat · 1 year

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Hi, I loved your Yes, No, Maybe... fic, is so good 🥰. I don’t know if you accepting requests but I would love to see a part 2 about their date 🥹🥹

Trust Me?

A/N: It is ready. Enjoy 💕☘️

YOUR POV

It was hard to find sympathy from your bestie at this point in time.

Because they were right.

Like always.

This is not the worst thing to ever happen to you.

It may be the most stomach curdling, sweaty palm, internal freak out moment of your life but nothing about having uninterrupted time with Chris Evans was bad. But you couldn’t help but think the worst. You sat in the foyer of your building, taking deep breathes, and pressing tissue to your forehead to make the sweat less obvious.

You hadn’t told a single soul but them about this date. In the case it was a complete fuck up, that way you didn’t have to explain the could have been.

When Chris asked to pick you up for your date you were a little taken aback. Where was he taking you? You didn’t know because he said it was a secret. The douche used your own line against you. But before you could run back upstairs to your apartment and throw up, you saw a slick black car pull up outside your building. And there he was.

The moment you saw him again, the butterflies in your stomach ceded, replaced with this gooey feeling of mush and warmth. Your body tingled with excitement and your mind had to fight your body to just pull him in and kiss him. It felt like walking into a warm room filled with familiar faces or that first sip of hot tea on a cold day. Safe to say in the 24 hours since you had last saw him, you had developed a serious crush. Maybe it was all the YouTube bingeing of his interviews. But, this crush could not happen because from 1 week from now eh will be gone and you will be a past memory.

He told you to dress casual but comfortable. Whatever the fuck that means to a man. You swear you had a 3-hour breakdown to your besties about the definition of casual yet comfortable who all came to the same conclusion.

Jeans and a nice top. So, there you stood. In your best ass hugging jeans and a top that didn’t make you look like a nun but screamed soccer mom with subtle cleavage. The most basic outfit to ever exist. Basic = Safe. You were happy with it.

He got out of the car, throwing the keys in his hand and shoving them into his pocket, beaming as he came up to the front door.

It’s time to fall to your default in any awkward situation in which you don’t know how to feel… sarcasm.

CHRIS’S POV

Holy shit how did she get prettier overnight?

Stop smiling like that she’ll think you’re a psycho.

God, Jeans, she wants to kill me.

Truth is, I couldn’t stop smiling. She was just so goddamn gorgeous.

“You look great.” You fucking idiot why don’t you say hello? Now she’ll think you just like her looks.

“Is this what you meant by comfy yet casual?” She gestured to her outfit. Simple yet absolutely perfect on her.

“Yes, but I wouldn’t have cared if you came out in Pyjamas or a ballgown.”

“Really? Do we have time for me to get back into my pyjamas?” She looked at me, sarcasm written on her face. Funny too.

That’s another point on the never-ending listing as to why she’s perfect.

“No, now come on.” I hold out my hand. And…. she walks straight past it.

“Alright then.” I’m not complaining, gives me at the great view of her ass.

“Ladies first.” I pull out the car door for her, raising my eyebrows.

“Ladies? As in plural? As in you have other ladies who are joining us tonight?”

“They wish now get it.”

She rolls her eyes at me. Ooft the sass. I love it.

YOUR POV

“Sooooo you going to tell me where we are going?”

“Nope, watch your feet by the way the rope and duct tape are underneath them.”

“Very funny.”

“Nah I only bring rope into the relationship later on, so you have nothing to worry about for now.” He winked at you.

You scoffed at him, trying to hide the blush forming on your cheeks.

“Do you not trust me?”

“Not really no.”

“How about we do this thing, where you have to trust me until I give you reason not to. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Good so now you can stop hiding the fact that you’re blushing.” He smirked.

“Oh, bite me.” You groaned.

“Gladly.” He smirked.

You laughed off his advances.

“We are here.” He pulled up on a gravel road, trees surrounded you, but you hadn’t been driving long enough to end up outside of the city.

“Where are we?” You looked around at the unfamiliar landscape. What seemed like a forest oasis in the middle of the city.

“Thought you lived here?”

“Yet, I’ve never been here.”

“Good then its new for both of us. A buddy of mine told me about it. It’s private that’s what you wanted right?”

“Fair enough.”

Chris came on the passenger side, opening the door for you and holding out his hand and this time you took it. Appreciating his help as you got out of the car.

“You’re gonna want to hold onto me for the next bit.” He looked at you.

You stood in your tracks, eyeing him down.

“You trust me now remember.”

“Fine.”

You grabbed his hand; it was warm and big encompassing yours.

You walked down the old, sandstone stairs, with no railing. Rather than uniform steps it was more like large, blocks of rock in the shape of stairs. Chris walked ahead a step, as you had no choice but grip his hand tightly as he led you down the steps, easing you down and in position in case you fell and he had to catch you, all your weight being supported on his strong arms.

“Great, now one more.” You did a small skip down the last step, finally looking up from your feet at what was in front of you.

A lush well-manicured garden bordering on the harbour. You could see the whole city in all its glory as the sunset over the skyline, illuminating a golden light as a few office windows started to emote bright yellow light.

A picnic blanket with two deck chairs between them a complete spread of deli meats, French cheeses, chocolate covered strawberries, assortment of crackers, various dips and spreads, and two champagne glasses laid out on the small table. Fairy lights surrounded nearby branches, lighting up the most romantic picnic you had ever seen.

“Omg.” You gasped.

“Nice, isn’t it? Came down earlier to set it up. Thought you’d like it. Oh, and don’t worry about visitors or anything the park is officially closed.” The man grinned sheepishly at you.

“Chris it’s… too much.”

“Really? Cause I’ve got the helicopter on standby if you want to go for a ride on that instead? Or maybe the boat?”

You were pulled out of your shock “Ok shut up!”

“Thought so… now come on.” He led you by your hand to the comfy chair.

The sun had set and the beautiful, arranged platter was now a mess of crumbs and food scraps. The bottle of champagne, empty and the second one half full. For the last 3 hours all you and Chris had done was ask each other questions and you now know his whole family by name, their sacred Christmas traditions, what his first memory was, his favourite place in the world, what meal he’d eat for the rest of his life and the book that changed his life plus more. And he knew the exact same about you to the point you don’t know if you have ever shared this much with someone in such a small space of time. Nor would someone ever listen so intently as you shared your past and hopes for the future, never interrupting but hanging on your every last word, bowling over in laughter at your funny stories while he clutched his left boob. Teasing you and keeping up with your quick-witted jokes if not giving them back in 10 folds. It felt like talking to an old friend you hadn’t seen in while, the warm feeling in your stomach never fading but now spreading to the rest of your body… or maybe that was the champagne. Either way you felt safe and content, like the moment was never ending and once you left the park, reality would return, and you’d be left feeling cold and empty as the feeling dissipates. He felt like heroin, this addictive warmth that you just had to keep, you wanted doses of him 24/7, to feel the electric shock over and over every time he grazed your knee with his hand or when you’d watch his eyes crinkle at a joke you told.

“Ok, first pet?”

“East, he was a British bulldog. Best dog ever.”

“Your turn, favourite movie.”

“Don’t laugh.”

“I will but tell me anyways.” He grinned, taking another sip of his drink.

“<Insert fave romcom>”

“I was supposed to be in that movie.”

“Really?” Your eyes bulged at the image of Chris as your biggest movie character crush.

“No, but if I said I was would you like me more?” He smirked at you at you with faux puppy dog eyes.

“You’re a dick.” You slapped his chest in a fit of laughter, he caught your hand on his chest, holding it in his.

Your eyes locked at the sudden contact.

“You’re cold here have my jacket.” He immediately shrugged off his jacket, moving to the edge of his seat to place it on your shoulders. Placing it over you, his hand ran down the zipper enclosing it around you.

“There, all better.” His eyes gazed at the skin of decolletage before concealing the sight in his jacket.

“I don’t want to leave.” You blurted out, looking at his eyes.

“Me either.” He moved upwards towards your mouth, planting a soft kiss on your lips. You put your hand behind his head, pulling the kiss deeper. He tasted like champagne and mint and everything delicious as his warm mouth encompassed yours. His hands moving to your jaw to support it as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You moaned at the sensation, quickly coming to your senses, and pulling out.

“Sorry.” You readjusted the jacket around you.

“Why are you sorry?” His hand still on your face, looking into your eyes for a sign that he hadn’t completely fucked this.

“I just don’t want to make this more than it is.”

“What do you think it is? You think I plan picnics for girls in major cities and then dump them before I leave?” There was a shock, pain in his voice. Your words stung. He didn’t think you’d take him as a playboy.

“It’s not you, it’s just me not wanting to get attached to something fleeting.”

“Y/N, you told me about your past, I told you about my family, heck, I told you things that haven’t ever left my head before. This isn’t a game to me. I don’t want this to end when I get on that plane.”

“Really?”

“Yes really. I want to do this again and then I want to figure out how the hell I can get you in my arms every night of the week.”

You smiled, avoiding his gaze. Your mind in a war with your heart that you’ve never experienced before.

“It’s impractical, you’re you and I’m me, I don’t do this life of yours, I don’t fit into it. It won’t work.”

“This..” You gestured to your surroundings. “It’s nice but it’s not the real world and its definitely not my world.” You looked at your hands defeated, trying not to cry as you break his heart into pieces.

“I’ll make you fit. All the best things start off as a dream. That’s how movies came to be. Look, I can’t tell you it’ll be easy, and I can’t expect you to drop your whole life for me, but I can tell you, heck, promise you that if there is a way for me to make sure you can be a part of my life, I will make it happen no matter what. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel what I’m feeling right now too, and I’ll leave you alone forever, but I’d bet everything I have on the fact that you do.”

You could feel his stare burning into you. You knew if you’d look up it’d be game over for you.

You bite your lip, finally gaining the courage to look him in the eyes again. You sat in silence just staring at each other. Waiting for you to say something.

“Oh, fuck it.” You said before throwing yourself back into his arms.

TAGS: @royalwritersoftheuniverses

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tennessoui · 7 months

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trick or treat! for the Sith husband au or Lumber jack anakin au 🙏🙏🙏 and can be about anakin and or obiwan learning to trust the other? or anything you can think of i’m not picky 🍬🍫🍭🎃

trick or treat !! 👻

it has been way too long since i last talked about the lumberjack anakin au <3

in the lumberjack anakin au we have a lot of scenes where anakin is checking up on obi-wan and giving him company or knitted goods or puppies to take care of lol 🥹

but to add to that and reverse it, obi-wan hears that anakin’s birthday is coming up and so he bakes him a cake but it’s the worst cake in the world like we’re talking gooey and raw in some places and too heavily frosted in other places and somehow dry in a few spots and definitely burnt on one edge

and anakin has been really sad about his birthday cause he used to always spend it with his mom so he’s feeling very emotional but he has to point out this cake is a monstrosity

and obi-wan(covered in flour, hand on hip while the other hand is holding a mountain of dirty dishes back) is like this is the same cake I always made my daughter for her birthday! And she always ate it! Without all the complaints mind you!!!

and anakin isn’t going to say a dead kid has no sense of taste beside sugar vs no sugar, so he’s like “yeah and that was really a huge act of love”

but then he eats it without complaining and obi-wan doesn’t realize for like ages that that too was an act of love 🥹

[trick or treat ask game!]

#asks #happy halloweeennnnnn have some soft angst lol #lumberjack anakin au #obikin

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a-strange-inkling · 2 years

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Hello, I'm a big fan of Old Haunts universe. I wanna ask, you mentioned that Olivia is a honeymoon baby and Maggie is a suprise baby. I always taught like after Chrissy got pregnant they decided to get married & this is exactly the opposite but it's a good thing cause they're didn't choose to marry because of the baby, they simply wanted to get married & it's super romantic. I'm really curious about their reaction when they're learned the news though 🥹

This ask has made me all soft and gooey! Yes! They were married before they got pregnant, which is so sweet to me. They weren’t exactly planning on Livvy either, they were still really young and Chrissy was still in school. They were a little scared, especially Chrissy, but they both were so excited to start a family! 🥹🥹🥹

Sorry it took me so long to reply! But I ended up writing the scene when they found out about Livvy for you! ❤️ Be warned! Lots of gooey tenderness and angst ahead:

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November 20, 1987

Chicago, Illinois

Laying quietly in their bed, head and shoulders propped up comfortably against a few pillows, Chrissy watches the powdery violet clouds hanging lowly in the pale orange sky out the window. It’s almost sunset. The days are growing shorter now. Colder too. She’s tucked under their flannel sheets, the ugly burnt orange afghan with its loose stitches and its torn holes, and a few of May’s old quilts that Wayne packed in the back of the van despite Eddie complaining there wasn’t any more room left.

“It gets cold and windy in that city, punk. Your poor little lady is going to freeze to death.”

The two of them were repressing their emotions about the move and it was coming off in passive aggressive grunts and jabs all morning.

“No, she won’t.” Eddie rolls his eyes as Wayne passes him after he successfully managed to shove three patchwork quilts between the stacks. As soon as his uncle is back in the trailer, he saunters up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist while she’s busy loading the last few boxes through the sliding back door, making her squeak in surprise. He tucks his face in the crook of her neck. “I’ll keep you plenty warm.” he whispers, planting kisses along her skin, lips parting and then slowly closing against that soft sensitive place just behind her ear, lighting her skin on fire.

She feels her cheeks burn, smiling foolishly despite the nervous ache throbbing in her chest. He certainly kept his promise over their last year together. She’s never cold for very long.

Fingers fiddling with the fraying edges of the top quilt, she glances at the slim plastic stick on the bedside table atop a neatly folded paper towel, its padded tip very much the color blue. Not remotely white.

It’s been hours since she snuck across the street to the pharmacy after Eddie left for work. The cashier, Janice, gave her a smirk when she tried to place the little box casually on the counter beside her bottle of ginger ale and aspirin.

“Didn’t you just get back from Huron a few weeks ago?” she asked

“…yeah.” Chrissy sighed.

“Mmmm.” she hummed knowingly.

Knees swaying back and forth beneath the blankets, her own little patchy mountain to hide behind, she absentmindedly wonders when it happened. They’d always been careful, but after the wedding there were admittedly a few times they got carried away, too desperate and thoughtless, too lost in one another.

She can’t be certain, of course, but she thinks she knows... That first morning in Michigan, hazy beneath the red and gold leaves, the mist slowly burning up under the heat of the early sun.

There’s a chill in the air, they forgot to close the windows last night, but they're warm and safe, tucked away beneath a shelter of their sheets and blankets.

It’s just the two of them in the middle of nowhere, woven together so tightly she doesn’t know where she ends and he begins.

This must be what it means. She thinks. When they say two become one.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, Chrissy, I love you…” he pants dazedly against her lips, still half asleep. “Chrissy… Chrissy… Chrissy…”

Joyful tears trail down her face from the corner of her eyes as she tries to respond, tries to tell him too, but she’s breathless, gasping, he’s never been buried so deeply inside her.

With an open kiss to her lips, he begins moving again, slow and languid, hand curling in her hair. “Eddie, I love… I-I… oh…” she sighs, tilting her head back, relishing the feel of him, eyes tightening, fingers digging into the skin of his neck and shoulder blade when he reaches that special place within. She can’t think, let alone speak. She feels his forehead resting against hers, lingering there for a while, his shuddered breath spilling over her, flushing her skin, filling her lungs.

When her eyes flutter open she’s met with his dark lidded gaze, soft and adoring. Sunlight flares between them from the window. Heaven’s light. He looks so young, so happy. Her husband. Her family. With a little sob, she pulls him into another kiss. “I love you.” she tells him. “I love you so much.”

The front door opens and she turns her head toward the digital alarm clock. He’s a little late, but that’s not unusual on Fridays.

Taking the test, she opens the drawer of the side table and hides it inside. She hears him through the thin walls, taking off his shoes and coat, hanging them up in the closet. He’s moving slowly, trying to be quiet.

A few moments later, the door handle turns, the hinges whining. He peers in tentatively, in case she’s asleep. His face lights up, making her heart flip in her chest. “Hey, Mrs. Munson,” he whispers.

“Hi,” she breathes a bashful, silly smile, watching him as he crosses the room. He’s covered in a thin layer of sweat, his clothes blotchy with motor oil, hair still tied back.

“Feeling any better?” he asks softly.

“Mmhmm,” she hums as he leans down, parting her bangs to kiss her forehead. “Just tired.”

“No fever, right?” he asks against her skin, peppering his lips along her temple, lingering a moment, applying more pressure to check her temperature. She shakes her head faintly as he pulls away, blinking up at him.

“Hmm,” he muses, looking her over. She can see he’s a little worried. “Might want to get this checked out if you're not better tomorrow.”

“I’m okay.” she promises. “Really, I probably could have gone to class today.”

“I’m glad you didn’t, you’re still pretty peaky.” he carefully brushes against the tender skin under her eye with the back of his fingers. “Have you been able to keep anything down?” he asks.

“Yeah, I had some toast for lunch.” she replies.

“That’s good,” he whispers as he kisses her mouth tenderly, sweet and slow. The last few days have been hard for him, watching her bent over the toilet in the early morning hours. It’s probably brought back memories of their summer in the trailer when she would lock herself in the bathroom.

She promised him over and over it wasn’t voluntary as he held her hair above her head. “I know.” he told her, holding her close when it was all over, stroking her back. “I know.” She hasn’t purged for over a year, but she knows that was his first thought, his first fear.

“I’m going to take a shower, real quick.” he tells her. “You need anything?”

She shakes her head, leaning up for another kiss. “Just you.”

A goofy, flustered smile spreads across his face, and she wonders if their child will have his dimples. He pecks her lips softly, then her nose. “Be right back.”

She leans back against the cushions, turning her gaze back to the sky, her smile faltering a little, a shaky sigh escaping her.

It’s not long till he’s back, changed into his sweats and a loose, sleeveless gray Dio shirt, a mug of steaming ginger tea in his hand. He exchanges it for her empty one that’s sitting on the coaster beside her.

“Thank you.” she whispers softly.

He smiles, kissing her cheek as he climbs over her, settling in, resting his head against her chest with a content, tired sigh. “God, I missed you all day,” he breathes, wrapping his arms around her snugly. “I just kept worrying about you being home alone and sick.” She wraps him up under the afghan, holding him tenderly against her heart, stroking his long, towel dried waves. His warmth and weight anchor her, slow the racing of her heart. After a while, he tilts his head up, his large eyes peeking above the small swells of her breasts, making her smile. “What?”

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks gently. “You’re so quiet.”

“I’m always quiet,” she points out.

“Mmm no,” he leans up on his palms. “This isn’t normal Chrissy quiet.” he counters, kissing her again, a little longer than before. “This is something’s going on quiet.” he lowers himself back down, but keeps his gaze on her.

“Give it to me straight, Cunningham.” he teases, grinning coyly against the fabric of her rose pink pajama top.

“Munson.” she corrects pointedly, making his smile grow.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right.” he replies cheekily, leaning his head to the side, as if he didn’t know. “Made an honest woman out of you, didn’t I?”

She exhales a soft laugh, brushing back his bangs, cradling his jaw in her hands, taking in the face of the man she loves. She can see the dark flecks in his eyes in the light from the window as he stares up into her, his irises amber glass in the glow of the sun. They move back and forth, searching. He sobers. “Chrissy?”

“…I’m not sick, not exactly,” she brushes her thumb over his chapped lips. “…I’m pregnant, Eddie.” she whispers faintly. “We’re having a baby.”

His eyes widen as his lips part beneath her thumb, his whole body stilling. “You’re…” he pauses, blinking rapidly.

She nods, pursing her lips, waiting for his mind to catch up with what she just said.

“You’re… We’re…” And then he breathes a smile so bright and beautiful it makes her insides ache. “A baby?” he whispers giddily.

“Yeah,” she sighs in relief, returning his smile.

“Really?” he asks, joy and excitement dancing in his eyes, holding her tighter. “You’re sure?”

She sniffs softly, shrugging a little before pulling the test out of the drawer, holding it out to him. “Probably want to make an appointment to make sure sure, but I’m late and it’s… really blue.”

He takes it carefully, looking it over, opening and closing his mouth, not knowing what to do or say. She tucks his hair back behind his ear patiently. It takes a lot to render Eddie Munson speechless. “Jesus Christ… yeah, it’s like super fucking blue.” he releases a watery chuckle, setting it back on the table, his hand sliding back down over her as he rolls to his side, touching her stomach in amazement. “Chrissy… I can’t… God, I’m… I can’t breathe… I’m so…There’s a baby in here? We’re having baby…” his hand stills once more as he looks back up at her, his smile falling when he meets her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Her lips begin to tremble, eyes misting over. He can always see right through her.

“You’re okay, right?” he asks worriedly, reaching up to hold her face. “Chrissy, right? You’re okay? You’re happy?”

“Yes, I am, I promise, I’m so, so happy, Eddie… I’m just…” she lifts the back of her hand to her mouth.

“…Scared?” he whispers.

She bursts into tears, nodding shakily as she releases a soft little sob.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he pulls himself up to sit beside her, kissing her cheek, then her lips deeply, over and over again, swallowing her sobs, wiping away her tears. “Don’t be scared, please, it’s all going to be okay.” He trails hurried kisses to her jaw, down her neck. “You don’t have to be afraid, I know… I know it’s not much right now, but I’ll take care of you,” he vows. “I’ll take care of both of you, I promise.”

“No, Eddie, no,” she shakes her head firmly, pulling back so she can face him. “I know that, I know you will, that’s not it at all.”

“Then what? What is it?” He pecks her lips a few times. Prompting. “Come on, talk to me.”

“It’s just…” It’s all thick in her throat. This moment is supposed to be wonderful and as usual she’s ruining everything for him, with her fears, her weakness.

“It’s me.” she confesses. “What if… what if I'm not a good mother?”

“What are you talking about?” he exclaims softly in disbelief, pushing back her hair.

“It’s not like I have the best example,” she replies. “She’s in me, you know? What if I become like her? What if I…”

“Chrissy, you’re nothing like her,” he murmurs. “You’re kind and gentle and loving… Christ, do you have any idea? Any idea how much this kid is going to adore you?”

“Me?” Her heart swells almost painfully, tears falling more abundantly. She turns into him, burying her face in his chest, squeezing his neck.

“Are you kidding? I mean, I’ll be okay, I’ll try my best… but God, you? I’ll be nothing compared to you.” she feels his hands slide down her back soothingly.

“That’s not true,” she’s laughing through her tears, she doesn’t know how he always manages to make her feel everything all at once. “You’ll be the fun one, I’ll be so worrisome and boring.”

He smiles against her temple. His fingers sliding back up to hold her face, pulling her back just enough to meet her gaze.“You’ll be amazing.” he whispers reverently. “You are amazing.”

“I’m still…” she sniffs, leaning against his palm. “I’m still healing.” Maybe not as much physically anymore, but mentally, emotionally…

“So am I,” he reminds her softly. “I think we’re always going to be, sweetheart.” he keeps pressing kisses against every surface of her face like he can’t help it. She closes her eyes, relishing his love. He pulls her back into him, tucking her tight the way she likes. “I still want this, a family with you, I always have, ever since… Jesus, ever since the first night with you.”

“Me too.” she confesses, already feeling warmer, safer in his arms.

“We’re having a baby.” she hears him say again after a long while, as if he still can’t believe it.

She smiles against his chest. “Yeah.”

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